Natasha arrived only in the evening to inspect the progress of repairs in the apartment. A team of Moldovan builders was already resting, sitting at the table and making fried potatoes with cracklings right from the frying pan. There were tomatoes and cucumbers in a bowl on the table, a pile of salt was sprinkled on a piece of newsprint, an open pack of margarine lay next to it, and there was an open half-liter bottle, already half empty.
The team is three men. For the brigadier, wiry, about fifty, Nikolai, he is Nikolai. The man is gloomy and looks dangerous. The other two, rosy-cheeked, thick, with a belly, Misha, and the joker Sasha, aka Sando, both 30 years old.
Natasha looked around the rooms. The repair was, of course, a C grade - so believe the recommendations of your friends - but if you close your eyes, tolerable. Nikolai followed her around the large apartment in silence, like a shadow. He was sullenly silent in response to the remarks, only twisting his mouth. We got to the bathroom. "Oh!" Natasha couldn't resist. The tiles on the floor were laid at random, and the design on the central vignette was mixed up. “Nicholas, well, this is no good anymore. You screwed up the tiles and screwed up the installation. All this needs to be redone, and I won’t pay you for the alteration, you actually owe me for the tiles.”
Nikolai pushed his jaws, looked hard at Natasha from under his brows - “We won’t shift for free. Normally the tiles were laid. If you want us to relocate, hostess, pay.”
The furious wife flew out of the bathroom - “I won’t pay you for your work at all! Where do your hands grow from? Here in Moscow, people like you who want to earn money are a dime a dozen. I'll hire another team. Get out of the apartment tomorrow morning!”
Silent Misha and Sasha, without finishing their potatoes, looked frightened from the foreman to Natasha, and back to the foreman.
Suddenly, Nikolai grabbed the woman in an armful, lifted her up and threw her face down on the table, demonstrating remarkable strength and dexterity. With one hand he pressed Natasha's head to the table, with the other iron grip he held her hands behind her back. “I always punish the arrogant women,” he grumbled. And to your homies - "What are frozen, syavki, carry the rope!"
Misha brought the rope, the men quickly and firmly tied the wife's legs and arms to the legs of the table. Natasha tried to scream, but Misha covered her mouth with a callused hand. Nikolai pulled up her skirt, tore her pantyhose in half so that they remained on her legs like stockings. He ripped open her panties and left the torn rag hanging from one ankle. He clicked his tongue - “Look, boys, what an ass the whore has, you can’t say it in a skirt.” “Asshole is what you need,” Misha also checked out. Veselchak Sasha sang a ditty -
My cutie has an ass
Better not be found
Worth a clap in the evening
Shaking until the morning
The men whinnied. Nikolai slowly took off his pants, then his underpants, and, crumpled, threw them to Misha - “Shut the bitch up, it will be more convenient.” Misha hastily pushed a gag into Natasha's mouth that smelled of Kolya's cock. The brigadier patted Natasha on the back, clicked his tongue approvingly again, “And shaggy cunts and meaty thighs. Good woman." Nicholas took off his plaid shirt. His body was painted like a mobile Tretyakov gallery. On the back is a tattoo of the Virgin and Child, on the stomach there is a temple with five domes - five prison walkers, on the right chest a bell - the term from bell to bell, on the left a rose, as a sign of ruined youth, on the left shoulder a pretty cat's muzzle with keys - a thief. burglar, on the right - a spider crawling down the cobweb - tied up with theft, but the word WORLD was blue on the collarbone - I would be corrected by execution. It was not in vain that Nikolai made a dangerous and even sinister impression. His movements were unhurried and confident, leaving no hope of mercy or pity.
Natasha, sprawled on the table, legs on the floor, separated and tied to the legs of the table, arms stretched to the sides and also tightly tied, in the mouth a gag from Nikolai's underwear, exhaling his smell, the skirt is pulled up on her back, a naked massive ass and genitals overgrown with thick hair the lips are exposed to the peasants, who have smelled their prey. Natasha could neither move nor scream, she could only helplessly wait for what the tormentors would do next.
Sasha, meanwhile, tore open her blouse, so that the buttons flew in all directions, wrapped the captive's blouse over her shoulders, unbuttoned her bra and freed her heavy breasts. “And fuck the boobs too,” Sasha even whistled. He launched his hand, busily crushed his chest, anointed the nipple, - “Good milkings.”
The men are undressed. Sasha's dick was already at the ready, apparently the manipulations with the breasts greatly provoked him. Misha jerked off a member in front of Natasha. Nikolay put his finger into Natasha's vagina, the woman twitched in pain. “Ah, a dry bitch at all,” the foreman twisted his mouth in displeasure. He picked up a piece of margarine from a pack on the table with his finger and carefully smeared his cunt inside and out. Then he once again dipped his finger into the margarine and just as carefully processed Natasha's anus. “Right now, we will fuck you in all your fucking holes, like a station slut,” Kolya outlined the prospect. He put a large round prick to a well-lubricated vagina and with one poke entered up to the very balls. Natasha groaned softly. Nikolai moved slowly, from time to time slapping his wife hard on her elastic ass. The imprints of his five fingers immediately turned red on the delicate skin. “The whore is narrow, like a young one,” Kolya shared his first impressions of fucking. Without stopping uniform movements, he inserted his thumb into the woman's anus, poked it there, and added a second one to it, - “and the ass is unbroken, the point is narrow, like a pioneer. Does your man not fuck you in the ass, or does he have a small dick? The men whinnied again. The wife tried to twitch as far as the ropes allowed, but Kolya burned her thigh with a sharp blow of his palm, “Don’t twitch, bitch, it will get worse.” Nikolay pulled out a member of their Natasha's pussy, shiny from margarine, and, spreading the unfortunate woman's buttocks with his fingers, directed it into the anus. Kolya obviously did not suffer from excessive delicacy, just like in the pussy, he entered the back hole with a jerk, in one movement, and immediately moved, continuing to rape the helpless victim, either going out to the very head, or driving the dick to the full depth. The wife shed tears in pain.
Sasha was crushing her breasts with might and main, strongly squeezing and twisting her tender nipples. Misha pulled out Colina's panties, wet from Colina's saliva, from her mouth and wanted to attach his plump dick instead, but Natasha tightly pressed her lips. Misha slapped her on the right, then on the left. The woman's head tossed from side to side like a broken doll. "You want more? BUT? I opened my asshole, come on, come on!” Natasha obediently opened her mouth and Misha immediately put his dick in there. He gathered the hair on his wife's head into a fist and began to fuck her in the mouth, - "Suck it, come on, damn it, suck it better."
Nikolai got out of his asshole, entered his pussy, moved around and suddenly said with surprise, “But the slut has flowed, boys, I’ll be a bitch, it has flowed.” Even experienced Kolya was surprised and turned on a lot, his movements accelerated - “Wow, narrow, bitch, damn it, I’ll finish it right now, boys!” He twitched, growled, and lowered a thick stream into her pussy.
Natasha really flowed. She was ashamed, scared, disgusting, unfamiliar, rude, sweating men did some terrible, humiliating things to her, raped her in all holes, alien hardened fingers painfully squeezed her breasts and tormented her nipples, but, despite this, despite to this, she felt a growing excitement in herself, breathing quickened, nipples tensed, a lump of voluptuous languor began to gather in the lower abdomen, the vagina was moistened with abundant lubrication, the anus relaxed and waited for the next guest. Cursing herself, burning with shame, she tried to swing towards Nikolai's cock in her vagina, and regretted that the tight ropes did not allow her to do this. She tried to take Misha's dick deeper into her mouth, and began to suck him skillfully and lustfully. When Kolya's hot sperm poured into her pussy, Natasha moaned, thrashed, and finished.
“This is a slut, foreman,” said Sasha, who replaced Nikolai and had just inserted a member into Natashka’s pussy, “she finished the campaign. Here's a whore, fucking shameless." Sasha vigorously moved his buttocks, driving a dick into Kolya's cunt, which was flowing with sperm and already Natasha's own juice.
The foreman walked around the table, stood next to Mikhail, wiped his cum-stained dick on his wife's lips and put it in her mouth along with Misha's cock - "Come on, fucking litter, suck it clean, damn it." The woman actively began to work with her tongue, licking two heads, Misha's round and full, and soft and pliable, with a salty taste of the seed that Nikolai had just finished.
The ingenious Sasha took a larger pimply cucumber from the bowl, dipped it into the melted margarine, stuffed it up Natasha's ass and poked it there. Natasha groaned. “The slut likes that,” Sasha played Natasha in both holes, his dick, like a piston, moved in an increasingly wet vagina. The men fucked the woman in the mouth, Nikolai's cock had already acquired some hardness, Misha had reached the upper boiling point. He made a few more deep entries into the hospitable mouth and shouted “Ahh, torn bitch!” shot a load of sperm into Natasha's mouth. Sasha finished at the same moment. A wave of burning lust swept over Natasha, covered her head, a convulsion went through her tied body, she bent over as far as possible and screamed.
“The damn thing ended up again,” Kolya clicked his tongue out of his habit, “we got lucky, boys, we got a fucking bastard.”
Misha smeared his wife's face with semen flowing out of his mouth, she licked his wet fingers. Sasha wiped dick on Natashkin's skirt, “Foreman, can we call a chick? They seem to be good-for-nothing guys, ”Sasha pointed his thumb up at the ceiling, from where all this time the grinding sounds of a drill and a circular were heard.
“Well, Sando, call them,” Nikolai approved, “let’s pamper the peasants.”
Sasha poked his finger into the mobile phone, the sounds from upstairs subsided. “Abdulla, stop jacking off the drill there, do you want to fuck the metropolitan woman, big-assed and busty?” He listened to the answer, - "No, for free, without money, the slut will still pay herself." Sasha neighed and slapped Natasha on the ass. "There will be, brigadier."
Not even a minute later the doorbell rang. “But the peasants were in a hurry,” Sasha neighed again.
The table was placed so that the tied woman turned out to be with her back to the front door. She could not see who entered, but the first thing they saw was a monumental round ass, legs wide apart, thick thighs, strong calves with outlined muscles, and all this splendor was completed by a hairy, open and dripping cunt of two men. The spectacle drove the Tajiks into a stupor.
There were two people who entered. The one whom Sasha called Abdullah, or rather Abdullah, a massive, pot-bellied Tajik about the same years as Nikolai and Sarkhat, a young, 25-year-old guy, dry, tall - a head taller than his older comrade, with a shaved head and a thick black beard. The Tajiks were in overalls smeared with cement dust and multi-colored paint stains.
"Well, what did I say, good asshole?" - Sasha patted Natasha on the backside, parted his buttocks and showed the newcomers a lubricated anus. “And the pussy is shaggy,” he put his finger into the vagina, poked around with it there and sang –
The girls were arguing in the country,
Who has a cunt
Turned out to be shaggy
At the very mistress of the dacha.
“You, Sando, are selling like a mare,” Nikolai, covering his shame with his hand, gave Abdulla his hand. “I don’t sell, I don’t sell, but there is a mare, a fucking mare,” the cheerful Sasha laughed again. “Come on guys, don’t get lost, damn it” - Kolya behaved like a hospitable owner, “use the damn thing. This is our hostess, damn it, we already taught her a little how to behave properly here. "Let's continue the lesson," Sasha interjected.
The Tajiks threw off their overalls, pulled off their sweaty T-shirts, and took off their shorts. The members of the men corresponded to their owners, Abdulloh's uncircumcised dick was not long, but very thick, a massive short head peeped out from under the foreskin. The man's penis was already sticking out of the dense thickets that covered not only the pubis, but also the fat belly and thighs. Sarhat's circumcised member was thin, but long, with an upward curve, and with a wide prick in the shape of a mushroom cap. The member of the Satyr is often portrayed as such.
“To come to Moscow for a year, the woman didn’t fuck,” Abdulla complained, not taking his eyes off Natashka’s ass, “oh chi, hari farbekh, zani kaloni rus.” From excitement, the man switched to Tajik. “Big Russian Ginseng, fat ass. Thank you, brother, ”Abdullah looked at Nikolai with gratitude.
“Drag the bitch to the mattresses,” Nikolai ordered. Misha and Sasha quickly began to untie the woman. Along the way, Misha tore off her torn blouse and, tearing the zipper, pulled off her skirt. Sasha grabbed the captive by the hair and dragged her into the next room, where mattresses lay on the floor, covered with stale crumpled sheets. He turned her to face him and pushed her onto the mattresses. Natasha fell on her back, bent her knees, tried to cover her breasts with her hands. I looked at my rapists. Shame and fear still struggled in her with lust and temptation.
The men surrounded her. The Moldovans were again ready for exploits, the Tajiks were eager to get down to business. Fat Abdullah grabbed the woman by the knees and parted her hips. Natasha leaned back, removed her hands from her breasts, and spread her legs. Lust and temptation won out completely.
Abdullah sat down between her meaty thighs and fitted the prick to her wet vagina. He fidgeted a bit and with difficulty screwed his impressive instrument into Natasha's cunt. He leaned on the woman with his stomach, lifted her thighs on his shoulders, squeezed her breasts with his hand, felt the swollen clitoris in the shaggy pussy with the other, and moved his extensive hairy buttocks. Natasha's legs dangled helplessly in the air.
Sasha and Misha with the silent Sarhat fraternally shared Natasha's mouth, taking turns thrusting their members into it. Natasha managed to masturbate with both hands those that were not at that moment in her greedy mouth.
Nikolai, who had not yet fully recovered from the previous fuck, sucked Natasha's chest, crushed the nipple, bit painfully, but the woman no longer felt pain, waves of excitement rolled over her, turning pain into pleasure.
Abdulla was pounding hard into the torn pussy, squeezing the nipple hardened with excitement. "Kafi gof," - and, having realized it, in Russian - "Udder like a cow." “Aha, trump milkings!” Nikolay replied.
Natasha moaned and leaned towards the Tajik, the trained vaginal muscles squeezed him with each forward movement of the fat dick, bringing the man to the peak of pleasure. Nikolai ran his hand under Natasha's ass and inserted his finger into her anus. At the next poke, Abdullah gnashed his teeth, rolled his eyes, and spilled a year's supply of sperm into the wet mink. Sarhat, without uttering a sound, lowered Natasha into her mouth. From Abdulla's cock, which densely filled her cunt, from Kolya's finger in the anus, from the abundant sperm of a young Tajik in his mouth, Natasha finished for the third time, arching her usual way and screaming.
“Well, fuck yourself, damn it,” the simple-hearted Misha was surprised, “for the third time, damn it. And he takes cum in the eblo, does not choke.
“Experienced slut,” praised the brigadier, “well, whore, do you give it to everyone? How many men fuck you? BUT?"
“A lot,” Natasha answered quietly. The men whinnied.
Sasha was immediately found -
I go, I go, I go
Sparrows are chirping
Fuck my dear
Only the legs move.
“Well, damn it, he’s still jumping, damn it,” Kolya said promisingly and went to another room for vodka.
He returned with two unopened bottles of vodka in his hands. The men sat around the woman, who was sprawled out in sweet languor. Nikolai pulled her head to his groin, put his hand on the back of her head. Natasha began to lightly suck on his cock. Abdullah moved closer, stroking his wife's lush thigh with a greedy hand, and masturbating furiously with the other. “A year in Moscow, damn it, oh chi, mu amak, fohisha farbek, hairy cunt, fat damn,” he couldn’t calm down.
Sasha decided to start a small talk - "Do Tajiks fuck like that?"
“Zanoni tojik hoksor hyastand, zanoni tojik fohishagi nakuned,” said Sarhat gloomily.
Abdulla translated - "Tajik ginshin is modest, not whores."
“And ours are fucking,” Sasha said proudly. This topic has been exhausted.
Nikolai passed the bottles around, Abdulla drank heavily, Sarhat refused. Kolya lifted Natasha's head and poured vodka into her mouth - "Drink, slut!" Natasha obediently swallowed warm vodka. Adrenaline and vodka pushed the boundaries of what was permitted and possible even wider.
Abdulla brought his dick up to standard, a member of Sarhat had long been ready for exploits again, the Moldavians looked with envy at their foreman, to whom Natashka skillfully gave a blowjob. “Well, boys, here we go,” Nikolay threw away the empty bottle, lay on his back and pulled the woman towards him. Natasha lay on top of him, found his penis with her hand and inserted it into her cunt, wet from the juice. She hugged the man by the neck, clung to him, - “Fuck me, damn it, fuck me in all holes!” “Oh, don’t give a fuck about yourself,” Misha was amazed, “it’s all right, Moscow bedding.”
Sarkhat settled down at Natasha's monumental ass, moved the head of his outlandish penis along the strained rosette, and squeezed his prick into it. Natasha groaned and leaned back, sinking deeper into the Tajik's cock. Through a thin partition, Nikolai felt how the member of the young Tajik enters the entire length of the woman's anus. The men squirmed, adjusting to each other's movements, and moved in unison.
Abdulla busily fucked the woman in the mouth, Natasha hardly swallowed his thick device. Abdullah was replaced by Misha and Sasha, after the Tajik their members seemed quite small. The whore sucked selflessly, covering her eyes with pleasure, like a well-fed cat. From the rhythmic pushes from behind, her heavy breasts swayed like pendulums, Kolya caught the excited nipples with his lips, twisted, pulled and kneaded them with his hand.
Sarhat accelerated his movements, he entered the anus with a swing to the full depth so that the balls slapped Natasha on the backside. The guy was close to cum. His forehead was covered with perspiration, his face flushed, he began with all his might to whip Natasha on the ass and thighs with both hands. Nikolai put his hand into Natasha's crotch and began to caress her clitoris. Natasha screamed, Sarhat grabbed the woman by the buttocks, as if trying to pull her on his dick as deep as possible, and released a plentiful charge in the ass. From such a spectacle, Misha, unable to restrain himself, finished on Natasha's face, thick white sperm flowed down her lips and chin. Natasha, exhausted, fell on Kolya's chest.
Sarhat pulled out his still long cock from the back hole, sat down against the wall to rest.
Abdullah hurried to the coveted ass, but the foreman unexpectedly showed concern - “Brother, you will tear her whole ass with your dick. Wait a bit, you will change me. ”
Sarhat's place was taken by Sasha, who entered the already familiar hole. The fat man is satisfied with the blowjob. Natasha caressed Misha's sluggish cock with her hand, which had already begun to show signs of life. Kolya and Sasha reached the boiling point. Finally, Nikolai painfully squeezed Natashka's nipples, Sasha grabbed her ass, and my slut felt the seed pour into her pussy and ass with tight jerks.
“Well, brother, now you,” Nikolai lay down next to me. Abdulla hurriedly crawled to a new place, turned Natasha on her back. It was obvious that the sight opening to his eyes would remain in his memory forever. Heavy saggy breasts with large areolas and tense nipples, widely spread lush thighs, a hairy pussy with open lips, from under which an erect clitoris was visible. The sperm of the three men that had filled both holes flowed out. The pretty face of the whore, stained with sperm, blushed. Natasha held her breasts from below, aiming them with her large nipples directly at the peasant hanging over her and looking at the fat Tajik from under long eyelashes with her signature languid, lunatic look, from which so many men lost their self-control and the last remnants of common sense.
Abdullah is no exception. He lifted the woman's hips onto his shoulders and entered her. Due to the abundant lubricant and sperm, even Abdulla's cock entered Natasha's pussy easily. The Tajik put both hands on Natasha's chest and began to fuck. The wife felt how his flesh completely fills her vagina, leading her arousal to another orgasm. Her breathing quickened, the muscles of the vagina contracted spasmodically, squeezing the thick member moving in her. Sarhat and Misha, jerking vigorously, sat close to Natasha's face. Kolya joined them, although his cock was still sluggish and soft. Natasha took it in her hand, caressed it and pulled it into her mouth. Her efforts paid off, Colin's cock perked up slightly, his head swollen.
Abdulla once again hammered a dick into Natasha's pussy, groaned and poured the rest of the sperm into a wet hole. At the same moment, a wave of pleasure swept through the woman's body, she squeezed Abdullah with her hips with all her might, and, moaning, finished. Sarhat and Misha finished on his wife's face. Nikolai, although he did not wait for an erection, lowered it into her mouth.
“Fuck-thresh, for the fifth time, damn,” Sasha summed up.
***
Natasha lay with her head on Nikolai's stomach, right on his church domes. Squeezed out like a lemon, the men in a picturesque group settled around. Nikolai unexpectedly gently stroked Natasha on the back, holding his fingers on the dimples on the pope. Then he pulled her hair out of her ear and said, "Okay, bitch, we'll move your tiles."