On a business trip, I was sitting in my room for the third evening, completely at a loss for what to do with myself. I was fed up with TV, and so was my correspondence with my wife. I opened a website and scrolled through the profiles. One photo showed a girl of about twenty-two, thin, smiling, and wrote, "gentle, uninhibited." I messaged her. We agreed on an hour, I sent her a deposit, and gave her my number. Forty minutes later, there was a knock. I opened the door—and it wasn't her. About thirty-two years old, plump, short hair, a leather jacket, and a shoulder bag. She was definitely different from the photo. — Are you Andrey? - Yes... And you? — It's me today. A photo for those who are afraid. If you want a sweet girl, I'm not her. My rules. If you don't like it, the door is behind you. I stood there in my shorts and a T-shirt; it was already stupid to try to win back. The money was gone. I nodded. - Then close the door and take everything off. Don't delay. He took it off. She didn't even smile. She walked around, poked her finger at his chest, then took his penis and squeezed it. - It's worth it. Good. On your knees. I stood up. She sat on the edge of the bed, lifted her skirt, and had no panties on. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to her face. — You will lick until I say stop. Tongue inside. Don't play. Lick thoroughly. Try hard. I licked. She sat up straight, occasionally moving her hips toward my face. After a few minutes, she squeezed her thighs, exhaled briefly, and pushed her head away. — Open your mouth. She stood up and took a short, thick phallus out of her bag. Not as big as I expected, but hard. She shoved it deep into my mouth. I choked, but she didn't pull it out. She held it for a moment, then started thrusting. — Hands behind your back. Don't touch yourself. He held it. Saliva flowed onto his chest. She pulled it out and slapped him on the cheek with the toy. — On the bed. On your back. Legs wide apart. I lay down. She took off her jacket, remaining in her top. She took out some lube and squeezed it onto my fingers. — In your ass. Two fingers. I want to see. I'd never done that in front of a woman. My fingers went in tight. She looked straight ahead and jerked me off, slowly, just to keep me from going soft. — More. Deeper. Like this. Then she removed my hand, sat on top of me, facing bukvoeb.org, and impaled herself all the way on my cock. It was wet and tight. She didn't bounce, but rubbed herself, holding my throat with her thumb on my Adam's apple. — Don't finish. Do you hear me? Not until I say so. I nodded, because there was nothing left to say. She rose up, turned her back, sat back down, and began moving faster. With one hand, she reached back and spread her buttocks. - Lick it while I'm on you. I licked her ass while she impaled me. My cock ached. She suddenly stopped, got off, lay down on her side next to me, and threw her leg over my thigh. - Now you're behind me. Slowly. And put your finger in my ass. I entered. She began to pull back. I did as she said. A minute later, she grabbed my hand, forced me to add a second finger, and with her free hand, she reached for my balls and squeezed them. — Now you're going to cum on my lower back. Not inside. And not before I tell you. She came first, briefly, squeezed me inside and exhaled through her teeth. Then she said: - Let's. I pulled out and came on her back and ass. A lot came out, flowing into her cleavage. She didn't get up. She just said: - Lick it. I licked my own cum. It tasted the same as always, nothing special, just warm and slippery. She rolled over and ran her finger over my lips. "That's how I work when I'm not pretending. Do you have another night in this city tomorrow?" - Yes. "Then write. Pay in advance right away. And next time you'll be kneeling naked at the door without any questions." She got dressed in two minutes, threw a wet wipe on the nightstand, and left. I sat on the bed and stared at the closed door. I thought I'd ordered one story, but ended up with another. And for some reason, I was already opening the chat to message her for tomorrow.



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