I became a director, as well as a co-owner of the company, thanks to my momentary weakness. Once left without work, only with an empty purse in my pocket, with disappointment waving my hand at my now useless moral principles, I decided to place an ad in which I offered sexual services to elderly, wealthy ladies. I knew that many of them are successful in business, but often lonely and unsettled in their personal lives. So, unexpectedly for myself, I won the heart and body of a beautiful business woman, the president of a large commercial corporation ...
Touched by my tender, ardent caresses, Elena Georgievna Kuptsova offered me to run a video-shooting studio that secretly releases erotic videos. The video studio, of course, was disguised as a company that collects medicinal plants, as well as producing herbal tea. Its medical products in very limited quantities, sometimes even appeared in the city's pharmacies.
After thinking a little, realizing that I have no other options that are more suitable for me, I nevertheless decided to accept this offer.
Despite the support promised by Elena Georgievna and the “reliable roof” that protects the company, as well as me, as a director, from various troubles, trusting more in my own army experience, I took all possible security measures to protect myself from all kinds of “arrivals” by overly quick competitors who will definitely try to keep this albeit illegal, but extremely profitable business. I was sure that one day they would definitely call me.
Six months later, after opening my company, I began to notice the increased interest of criminal structures in it. Around my "Medico-Pharma" the ring of the local mafia gradually began to close. Several times I have received over the phone veiled offers to take the company under my "roof", but I stubbornly refused. Knowing about the power and good connections of my co-founders, I listened to their threats of arson and other possible troubles against me without much anxiety, even calmly, and calmly refused them, without any explanation.
But in this phone call, the real danger lurks. This was felt immediately.
- Hello, Sergey Mikhailovich.
- Yes it's me. I'm hearing you.
- We have a profitable business offer for you. We advise you to accept it, otherwise you will be in big trouble. You have a good, profitable business ... It's a pity if something happens to him, or, God forbid, to you. We would like to help you save it. Of course, not for free. Well, let's say forty percent of the profit.
- Do not work, dear. I don't need that kind of help.
- Are you sure about that? Oh well.
My security was warned that a collision was possible. All the guards from the former special forces officers had good special training. Each of them was worth ten thugs.
I knew their personal capabilities, but most of all I relied on myself as a professional of a higher class than theirs. In this game, my loss in the confrontation will mean the loss of not only business, but also my personal life. Because they could take away the case only by destroying me personally. Anticipating close encounters, through old friends I acquired a good rifle with a telescopic sight, and also brushed up my skills as a sniper.
Everything went on as usual. Pleading fatigue, I went to my house a little earlier than usual, taking with me my trusted, reliable secretary Natasha. All the employees of the company knew that in addition to the typical duties of a secretary-assistant, the beautiful Natasha was my constant, almost officially recognized mistress.
Two hours later, indulged in love pleasures, she was fast asleep, spread out on a fluffy blanket. Looking at my watch, I nodded with satisfaction, then, putting on a tattered "camouflage" left over from the army, I stood in front of the mirror and carefully rubbed my face with black paint.
I looked in advance and chose a convenient position on a high water tower, the terrain from which was perfectly visible within a radius of almost a kilometer.
Only one, the only road leads to my residence, so I was sure that, hoping to take us by surprise when we were sleepy, the bandits would definitely appear at dawn. And in the light of the early morning, they will have a much better chance of success. Like all people, the bandits also wanted to live. Therefore, by setting up an ambush, I caught them by surprise.
Carefully placing a well-tuned sniper rifle with an optical sight next to me, I began to carefully inspect the open section of the road through binoculars, that part of it where the road first rose steeply, and then, a kilometer from his estate, abruptly ran down. It was there that I expected to catch the bandits' cars.
As expected, they appeared when it became completely light and the sun appeared from behind the edge of the forest, brightly illuminating nature waking up from sleep with its rays. The first to slip out from behind the pass was a silvery foreign car with dark windows and rushed sharply towards his estate.
Pulling the bolt of the rifle, I calmly aimed at the front side window of the car and whispered, as it was during the battles in the "Afghan" - "the orders were not to take prisoners." Gently, as my instructors in the army once taught me, I pulled the trigger, firing with some lead. I was firmly convinced that I had not missed, so I was not surprised to see how, a few seconds later, the out-of-control car, sharply turning to the side, then driving several meters, suddenly dived off a steep cliff where there was a deep abyss. Soon I heard a quiet, muffled by a long distance pop of an explosion, and from behind the edge of the cliff, a column of black smoke stretched upwards.
- "Prisoners, it is ordered not to take", - smiling sadly, I repeated to myself again, then I began to examine the road through the sight, sure that there should be more cars there ... Apparently, while I was watching the first car, the second managed to pass a decent a distance of three hundred meters, because I found her when she emerged from a deep ravine and, picking up speed, rushed along a flat highway.
“This won’t help you guys,” I thought, smiling darkly again, “that’s it, you’ve already arrived,” and calmly pointing the rifle, just like the first time, sent a bullet into the windshield at the level of the driver’s head. This time, apparently, I only wounded, and did not kill the driver, because having swerved several times a powerful bulky jeep, it stopped abruptly and a man in the same camouflage uniform as my camouflage came out of it, swaying, clasping his head in his hands. Following him, three more people jumped out of the car and, standing in a semicircle, began to scribble in different directions from machine guns.
- "Warriors, your mother…" - I chuckled, watching how they, not seeing the target, aimlessly "poured" the surrounding bushes with bullets ...
- "Prisoners, it is ordered not to take", - again, as once in Afghanistan, like a spell, I repeated harshly, slowly, aiming at the greenish, spotted figures.
I took off two quickly, but the third warrior, noticing how his accomplices were falling around him, managed to quickly rush into the bushes ... I didn’t like this, because it could complicate the matter. Frowning slightly, I began to carefully search the edge of the roadside bushes through the optical sight.
I decided not to lose sight of the small open space fifty meters away from where the bandit had hidden. And he even almost laughed when he found a clumsily crawling bandit, hiding his head in the grass, but putting his thick ass up high, wobbling from side to side. Grinning gloomily, I carefully aimed and sent a bullet into this fat ass, very similar from a distance to a huge turtle. The bandit jumped high in the grass, stood up to his full height, apparently forgetting from the pain of the danger threatening him. After a short clap of the rifle, waving his arms high, he fell sharply, as if a tree had been cut down at the root, into the tall grass.
- "Here are the guys and that's it," I thought wearily, "now I can go to sleep in peace."
Taking the rifle, slowly, feeling leaden fatigue on my body, I slowly went down from the water tower and went home. After rinsing under the shower, washing off the black camouflage paint from my face and neck, I lit a cigarette, then sitting in an armchair standing on the veranda, feeling light in my body, mixed with fatigue, I began to inhale with pleasure on a strong cigarette, listening to the birds chirping cheerfully and loudly in the morning greeting the coming new day. My heart was calm.
Natasha slept on top of the blanket, lying on her stomach, pushing up the steep mounds of round massive buttocks. Leaning over her, I breathed in the sweet, warm scent of the girl with pleasure, and gently kissed her on the top of her soft, hot buttocks. She sighed, and, turning on her back, without even waking up, raised her warm hands invitingly, and gently clasping my neck, she pulled her head to her large, rounded chest, with flattened pink nipples. I pressed my lips to hers, feeling her nipple fill instantly and gently swell in her mouth. The girl's hot hand slid to my groin and wrapped around my stiff cock.
- You, where did you go? - Sleepily and a little indistinctly, she asked without opening her eyes, continuing to caress my cock.
- Yes, I woke up something, went out to smoke, sat on the veranda for a while, then went to take a shower, - confusedly, suffocating from the overwhelming desire and, nestling between the girl's widely spread legs bent at the knees, I whispered, with pleasure feeling how I was immersed in her hot, tender bosom.
She sighed convulsively and hugged my trembling body even tighter.
- How good - gently with a slight voluptuous moan, she whispered, spreading her hips even wider.
I felt some unusually strong desire, so sultry as if I were not forty-seven years old, but only twenty-something. I tirelessly swayed over the girl, who, having felt my unusual feelings, was no longer lying, limply swaying below, but arching her hips, she groaned with languid languor, arching her wide hips towards my frantic movements.
She finished over and over again, dying under me, and I, feeling some special desire, unable to satisfy it, tirelessly pressed her hips, pliantly moving apart under his pressure.
- Beloved, spare me! - she whispered with a groan, - I can’t anymore ...
I sharply pulled out a member then, turning her over on her stomach, forced her to get on all fours... Closing her eyes tightly, swaying from energetic, strong jolts, the girl stood, shaking her disheveled head. Her round, large breasts, heavily sagging down, swayed in time with my pushes ... With a loud cry, and powerlessly lowering her head into her hands, she lifted her wide forked ass high up. I felt how exhausted she went limp, and limply sprawled under me, no longer reacting to pushes.
A little annoyed and unsatisfied, I got up from her and, throwing on a dressing gown, left the house.
It was fresh and good outside... The morning sun had not warmed the air yet, and it was a bit damp. Grabbing a terry towel lying on the back of my chair, I went to the lake, deciding to swim in order to bring down an unsatisfied desire. Today, for the first time, Natasha could not satisfy me... And I did not blame her for this, knowing the reason for my unusual excitement. It was always like this when I happened to come out victorious from troubles.
Seeing on my chair, standing on the shore, a colorful woman's dress, I looked at the clock in surprise.
- "Who could it be?" I thought, vainly sorting through all the women who worked in his firm. There were about sixty of them, but I knew so early that none of them got up, let alone bathed.
Hanging a towel on the nearest bush, I took off my bathrobe and dived from the shore into the clear greenish water of a deep lake. The water had cooled a little during the night, but it was even more pleasant, because it invigorated and cooled his tired body. Having reached the bottom, I pushed off from it and, rising up, looked up. Above me, in silver bubbles of air, moving her slender legs, a woman swam, sweeping her arms. I surfaced half a meter from her and, hearing a splash, turning her head, the woman looked at me in surprise.
We got out of the water at the same time. Looking at me a little warily, she quickly grabbed the dress and tried to pull it over her wet body. I chuckled, seeing how the instantly soaked fabric of a narrow dress clung to the woman's head and shoulders, curling up into a tourniquet stubbornly, despite all her efforts, did not want to go down. After floundering a little, she finally got entangled in it, finding herself in a strange, helpless position with her head wrapped up, and her hands held high up, tightly twisted with a cloth ... Her high breasts rose even higher under her raised arms, one of them fell out of the low neckline of her swimsuit, and lay round, her tanned skin shining in the sun. At the bottom of it darkened a large, slightly wrinkled cylindrical nipple. The woman had a very thin waist compared to her wide, steep hips and full, slender legs.
“Help me,” she asked dully, a little angrily from awkwardness, “you see that I am confused.
- With pleasure, I will help, - walking towards her, I answered, and taking her weighty, elastic breasts in my palm, I gently ran my hand over it, feeling the excitement roll over me again. I knew that another, more convenient opportunity would not be presented to me again, and therefore I decided not to miss it.
- What is your name? - Continuing to hold the woman's chest in the palm of my hand, I asked.
- Is it so important to you? - a question to a question, she answered, - yes, help me, finally, - she asked impatiently, - it’s very uncomfortable for me to stand in front of you in such a frank manner. Especially since I know you. Are you the director of this firm? Half interrogative, half affirmative, she added.
- Yes, but don't you care who saves you?
- In general, no, but about you, Sergei Petrovich, forgive me among the local women, there is a kind of fame ... - she stumbled, - thunderstorms of women, or something.
- And what, they condemn me for it?
- You know how strange it is, no. Rather, they talk about it with some admiration even. Many people envy your secretary.
- Do you envy her?
- Lord, what are you talking about? It's only my second day here. It hasn't been a day since I got here.
- Have you already regretted it?
- Not yet, I liked it here, but I might regret it if you don't help me free myself from this unexpected stupid captivity. And please let go, my chest. I am very uncomfortable. Don't take advantage of my helpless position. Or do you justify your reputation .., - she faltered again, - thunderstorms of women.
- Then I know who you are. Nice to meet you Oksana Pavlovna. You are our new chief video director. And the reputation, especially such, needs to be maintained. And you will excuse me, I will have to do this with your help, especially since the case now, you see, is very convenient.
As I said this, I placed my hand on the woman's pubis, which was covered with a thin, damp leotard. He was warm and soft. Grasping her thin, unexpectedly strong and flexible waist, gently and persistently, I pulled the woman down, forcing her to sink onto the dry warm sand.
- What are you doing? - helplessly resisting, she protested, sinking into the sand, obeying my hands. “They will see us,” she gave the last, helpless argument.
- Who will see us? I laughed quietly, trying to take off her bathing suit. They are still fast asleep and can only wake up if you start screaming loudly. But you won't do it.
- No, I do not want to give them food for gossip. I don't want to put myself and you in an awkward position. And the bathing suit does not unfasten, - she said a little gloatingly. It needs to be pulled.
"It's too bad, then he'll have to suffer." But don't worry, - I said, noticing how the woman twitched in protest, - I will buy you another, new one, much better than this one.
Firmly gripping the fabric with my fingers, I tore it, and the thin fabric easily, like paper, easily spread in my hands, exposing the hips of a woman with a triangle of thick dark blond hair at the bottom of her stomach. They sparkled, glistening in the bright sunlight.
- Oh, my God, what are you doing to me? she almost groaned, jerking her hips, trying to wriggle out from under my arms.
- I take you as a woman, - I answered and, bending down, excited by her naked body and a beautiful, small sexual organ, I dug my lips into his lips.
Her body shuddered, she passionately arched at the waist, trying to get up from the sand, but I, firmly pressing her hips with my palms, continued to cover her stomach and tender, elastic hips with passionate kisses.
"No, no, no, I don't want this," she muttered, writhing under me.
But, having torn the thin fabric up to the chest, I parted the swimsuit, freeing her body for kisses. Gently pressing her flexible strong body with mine, I greedily pressed my lips to her warm, elastic breasts, the long nipple of which was so comfortable and pleasant to suck.
"No, no," she continued to mutter in a low voice, making feeble attempts to free herself from him.
I sucked on her magnificent breasts, feeling my exhausted and aching with desire, a tense member, resting against her elastic stomach. But I did not want to rape the woman and only wanted to achieve her desire. I lowered it down and pressed down with my weight, the springy shaft, placing it almost between the woman's labia. Sucking on her breasts, I moved my hips slightly, massaging the woman's genitals. Moving her hips, she involuntarily did the same as me. I could feel the lube flowing from him uncontrollably. But the woman, despite the resistance, also did not remain indifferent, it was noticeable by the abundant moisture that moistened his trunk, tightly pressed to her slot. The nipple of her breasts swelled, and I noticed that her stomach sometimes twitched. This trembling moved in waves to her thighs.
Running my hands from her armpits to her thighs, I noticed that the woman was lying relaxed under me. Her legs, still pressed tightly together, went limp and parted slightly. I got up and, inserting my knee between her full thighs, easily parted her legs. She lay in front of me in a free relaxed pose, giving herself at the mercy of the winner. I realized that the woman gave up and agreed.
I carefully inserted a member into her and, entering her, felt her stretch her whole body and sigh in relief, with a shaky sigh.
- And you know, it's not as bad as I thought, - she remarked, swaying measuredly from my pushes.
I slept in a sun lounger and did not hear how Natasha carefully covered me with a warm blanket. I slept deeply and calmly, not seeing any dreams. My conscience was clear.