I was told this story of hers (once, under a very good drunk) by my very good friend, with whom at the time of work at the company we had some pleasant confidential (but not long-term close ones, unfortunately - three times with camouflage after a working day on the occasion of some - some holidays on a little drunk do not count, of course, but both caught euphoria) relationship at one time and with whom we worked in one good foreign company.
Elvira worked as the chief economist, practically, which meant financial director, I am the only lawyer in the company. Elya, who was 36 years old then, and I am 30, I must say, in our company, was probably the most proud and not giving married young woman with two offspring, although other women of all ages unceremoniously got rid of completely in our sabantuis, pushing them apart without any problems legs and getting all the pleasures from male members, even dancing naked on banquet tables, moving food along the edge. Everyone fucked each other already there, but no one could get close to her at a distance of a standing member, the maximum was a kiss on the cheek or some other razik was allowed on the lips. Earnings in the company were very, very good for those times in those 90s, and even more so for these times ...
The team was small for young people, about 35 people. The managers-owners of the company were the guys of all our employees of the age of 30, very sociable and charismatic. They worked from 9 am to 5 pm, and on Friday finally until 3 pm, thanks to them. The team gathered outstanding, so many talented wonderful people were in it ...
In general, it's time to talk about the history of Eli ... After work, we constantly held tastings of Massandra wines, since the cellar was filled with them (a truck with Massandra wine came for sale from the Crimea every week). And so, on another such ordinary summer day, which turned out to be associated with someone's birthday, we all drank, as they say, notably ... After ordering a taxi, several cars and everyone went to their apartment houses ... Elya also took a taxi I drove home and left in front of the house ... Paradoxically, Elya did not wear bras and petticoats, revealing herself, almost naked in front of the public, but not letting anyone. The chest was a good beautiful second size. Under evening dresses in a nightclub for the New Year, I didn’t wear panties. I still don't understand what it is? Such a sophisticated revenge on men or a provocation, an attraction? So, after all, no one ever (my three times do not count ... or maybe I just don’t know about her other exploits?). Although I noticed that I often went in the direction of the toilet stalls in a nightclub, and then this one, then this one of the men followed her ... Although, maybe it’s just a coincidence ... Yes, and why would she need someone else besides this a husband like her Oleg, handsome, athletic, charismatic macho, all our women were quietly jealous of Elya.
Imagine her surprise when she realized that this was not her home and she did not understand where she was at all ... Everything was mixed up in her head, she did not recognize the area and at home, in general, she got lost ...
She sat down on a bench at the entrance from hopelessness, there were no mobile phones back then in the mid-nineties, and right there two Arkharovites from the snuffbox ... Two policemen stand in front of her and ask for documents as usual ... She barely understands what is happening ... what kind of ass documents? So I told them ... Those guys, realizing that there is a crazy woman in front of them, take her by the arms and pull her to the UAZ, they take her to the regional department ...
I remember telling me that at first they were beaten on the cheeks many times backhand, immediately taken into the room, they cursed, insulted, called a whore and a whore, a nipple ... then they forced me to strip naked in some room, mentally broke any resistance, crushed and crushed. .. what I remember is that it was... a lot of men, stood over the table in an inclination and they fucked me for a long, long time and again for a long, long time... then lay on some kind of trestle bed and again fucked and fucked .. .. my whole mouth, head, hair and body in semen, which even made me sick ... I asked to drink water, but they gave me cognac from my throat, champagne, beer ... I don’t remember how I passed out ... and how much I overslept, probably for a very short time. ..
I wake up naked, everything hurts, my vagina hurts a lot, my butt hurts, as if Gulliver had cut everything to me with his gun, I barely remember something or don’t remember anything at all, then my memory began to manifest itself weakly at home ... A policeman, a sergeant, shakes me up on the trestle bed, I'm still not in my right mind, shouts to my friend: This prostitute is required to go to the boss in the office, let's drag her to the boss ... And he grabs me by the hair and lifts me from the trestle bed, throwing me naked to the door ... I resist and demand my clothes, call my husband ... He yells at me, they say, what a whore you are, clothes, what a husband, shameful nipple ...
The second one, who was standing at the door, pulled her hair down the corridor naked to the second floor, along the way kicking with her feet and slapping her cheeks with all five ... He pushed him through the door ... There was a man about forty years old who immediately commanded: “If you don’t want problems , shameful whore, got cancer on the couch. Do you remember where you were taken from? You, slut, tearing nipple, at the bus stop about twenty people tore into all the cracks.
I was in such a terrible half-asleep state, everything, everything, everything hurt me, that I could not resist anything at all, in complete horror from the words of all these people in uniform, I obeyed and became as ordered ... He came up, took off his pants, he put it in my mouth, ordered me to suck... I dutifully gave him a blowjob, and he pulled my head on his dick up to my throat, I was drawn to vomit... then he entered me... it was very painful after yesterday... I didn’t even imagine how many hours these policemen fucked me ... Finally, he finished right in my vagina ... He ordered me to stay in this kind of tilted ...
God, I understood and was horrified that now I would have to have an abortion after this hundred (so it seemed to me, or how many there were?) men who finished me, and Olezhka and I intended to give birth to a couple more ... I called someone, asked, Does he want to fuck a fresh beautiful prostitute? A few minutes later, I again felt the sunset (I didn’t see a person) and again this pain, God, how long did the men fuck me yesterday and all night? With my husband five times a night in my youth and everything is very pleasant, but here there is only pain ... How many times has it been? 200-500-1000? Most interesting...
The working morning began, people pulled themselves up to the service and, of course, I again stood with cancer until the evening ... God, how everything hurt ... I begged not to have a gangbang, I would do everything, but not with all the code so that ... I asked to lubricate the vagina with a lubricant gel, arguing that it would be more pleasant for you, because I can no longer endure this pain, they rubbed it like emery ... The boss called someone, after 20 minutes they brought the gel and he personally injected half a tube of gel into my vagina... I felt a pleasant coolness and the fact that the pain began to go away little by little...
Hours passed, and I was standing on the couch in the chief's office with cancer ... They put one and a half liters of Coca-Cola on the table in front of me, I drank probably half of the thirst that overcame me. There was a bottle of cognac, I probably drank half of it from my throat in order to forget this nightmare ... Before that, I drank only wine and champagne, I couldn’t stand strong drinks at all ... Finally, the boss ordered me to get up, sit down and treated me to hot coffee with a sandwich with red caviar and butter, on a plate there was a slice of homemade sausage and a tomato ... He allowed me to go to the toilet. I went to the toilet naked along the corridor. Horror! I was in shock, I wanted to kiss him, this rapist and despot ... In my heart I hoped that he knew and understood that I was not a whore ... Although, what's the difference if I was beaten like a whore for the last day, but so that all my holes hurt me?
On the clock in the office, I saw 15:44. God, how did I get there. No one will believe it, all these rapists will say that they took me from the bus stop, where twenty boys fucked me ... What a nightmare, my mother ... I can only obey here and hope that they will let me go, and not strangle and throw my body somewhere in the landing ...
But, what is it, he again ordered me to stand in a pose already on the couch ... men came and went, who more often fucked my holes without a condom (it was especially painful in the ass, it’s clear that she had suffered yesterday ...). Today I counted, there were more than twenty men, for sure these are all those that yesterday and for which already the fifth or sixth time, their boss, apparently, was so grateful for the young beautiful intelligent woman thrown to him for fucking ... I understood this, because I recognized the voices of many men who had me ... They immediately smoked, talked, laughed ... It was more or less with the gel ... Of course, this is not that pleasure, but tolerable ...
God, what will I tell my husband Olezhka? Keep silent? And he loves sex every day? Endure the pain or confess? No, I’d better endure it ... I’ll say that my head hurts a lot after Sabantuy ...
After this incident, I turned into a real whore, every hour I want big members in myself and I can’t do anything about it, and Olezhka, Olezhka is my beloved husband ...
Anzor Romanovich let me go only at 8 o'clock in the evening, thanks to him for taking me to the house in an official car ... But I had to have an abortion. I didn’t tell my husband and at work about this and the whole shameful story, of course ...