I was standing in a dark lane three steps from Nevsky. Legs in thin pantyhose are stiff, the wind is blowing so hard that it seems to fly under a short skirt in the very crevice. Even the nipples on my rather big chest under a warm jacket hardened to the point of pain.
"Well, when will he arrive?" I'm starting to get angry from the cold and withdrawal - the second day without a dose. Random thoughts take me back to that first day we met a year ago. I am 23 years old, just graduated from the university, a short, thin girl, a promising young manager in a bank, despite the fact that I am a natural blonde, I have languid, brown, almost black eyes. Grandma always said they were fucking, and I just laughed in response. On that day, I was asked to replace the girl in the credit department and I accepted applications. He came in at the end of the working day. Handsome, tanned, with a perfect smile, and headed straight for me. He was dressed simply - jeans and a T-shirt, but on his hand was an expensive watch, a massive print on his finger with some kind of engraved symbol, branded glasses. I was so excited that I stumbled over the word.
He only smiled encouragingly and explained that he needed a large business loan, that he had collateral and a business plan. I understood the essence with great difficulty. At the end of our dialogue, he handed me a business card and said, "You're beautiful. Call me if you're bored." His name was Vitaliy (no surname and patronymic), phone number and position: creative director of the New Life agency. After work, I was beside myself with happiness, I rode the subway and talked about an incredible meeting with my best friend Olya. Perhaps that was our last frank conversation with her.
In the evening, I went online and found nothing about this agency or about the handsome man himself. It seemed strange to me, but only until the moment I remembered his smile.
For two days I was in the clouds. By Friday, I had cooled down a bit and was ready to see him. I dialed the number, one beep and the first thing I heard was a cold but polite:
- Who?
- This is Ksenia, from the bank, you left me a business card, - I blushed, as if he was staring at me.
The tone of his voice instantly warmed up.
- Yes, baby, I'm glad you called. In the evening I'll pick you up, we'll have dinner. Write address. I'll be there at nine. Kiss.
I did not have time to answer, as I heard short beeps. A little surprised, but delighted, I wrote the address and rushed home: I have 4 hours to put myself in order.
...
But how cold it is. It’s good that today he allowed me to put on underwear, at least a little warm. A black Hammer turned into the lane and the headlights snatched my slender legs out of the darkness for a second and immediately went out. The car stopped near me, the passenger door opened - from the darkness of the car came His icy voice:
- Do you want to be punished again?
My buttocks instinctively tensed, remembering the vine and the hellish pain. And I immediately fell to my knees right where I was standing, not paying attention to the dirty puddle under my feet, bowed my head and whispered: "I am at your service, Master."
- Are you afraid of me, Xunya? Okay, I'm glad. You can get up. Take off all your clothes and leave them here - you won't need them today, - he chuckled.
I, still standing in the cold, took off my jacket and threw it on the ground in front of the door. "It's strange... he called me by my name! Something terrible is waiting for me..." Even the bouts of withdrawal receded from anticipation and fear. She pulled off her jacket, bra, skirt ... The skin instantly became covered with goosebumps. She took off her boots, wiped the puddle stains from her knees, stood on her jacket so as not to get her feet dirty - He does not tolerate dirt. When she began to pull off her tights and red bikini, he stopped and ordered to leave the linen. I’m standing in the middle of St. Petersburg on the street in February in just shorts and waiting for them to let me get into a warm car. The owner looked at me and nodded. I stepped onto the step, and took the same position on my knees on the floor of the car. The car is very warm, but I'm still shaking.
- Open the "bag", find my favorite cork and turn your ass.
I opened my so-called bag, which I was obliged to always carry with me - there was a camping kit - a vibrator, vaginal and anal balls, a red round gag, a gag with a penis hole (so that I could not close my teeth while I was being fucked in the mouth ), nipple clamps, a set of black rubber gloves and lube (which, to my regret, was almost never used) and three anal plugs of different sizes, one of which is a black silicone cone 16 cm long and 5 cm in diameter with a long tail of leather laces - I pulled it out and put it on the seat. Turning around, I saw the indifferent look of Hector - Vitaliy's permanent driver (I don’t know how much he gets) it’s all familiar to him, he has been living like this for several years and watching everything that happens in this car and in other places where the Boss appears. Hector is a huge African, illiterate and dumb, so he could not tell anything if he wanted to.
I stood up and put my hands on my buttocks.
Vitalik ran his hand over the panties, pulled it over and let it go, the elastic hit my skin painfully, repeating this procedure tore my underpants a couple of times so that it was convenient to use my holes. He took the sleeve in his hand and tried to shove it into my anal, but the sphincter contracted so much from the cold that nothing came of it. He spat savoryly on his ass, I pushed his drool inside with my fingers. He slapped me hard on the buttock and at the same time with all his strength pushed the sleeve deep and the ring of the anus gave up, absorbing all 16 sentiments. Now a leather tail was sticking out of my ass, which he wrapped around his fist and tugged slightly, making sure that my anus was holding tightly (because over the year my muscles have trained to perfection - I can lift a bottle of cognac from the floor with my vagina and compete in tug of war with my anus) .
By the "tail" he pulled me towards him, turned me around and ordered me to spread my legs so that he could enter me from below with his hand. I squatted in an uncomfortable position, holding on to the back of the front seat and hanging over it a little. Putting on a black glove and rudely, like a cheap gynecologist, he put two fingers into the vagina, fiddled with them and pulled out shiny from the lubricant, put it in my mouth. I readily cleaned my glove. Now, without ceremony, he got into my pussy with his whole palm - I felt a sharp prick of pain and immediately a wave of bliss - he clenched his fist inside me and pushed it up and down with force. There was a rhythmic squelching sound and I let out a low moan of pleasure. And then I saw the fury in my eyes. I cringed, because I understood: how long I would suffer from the drug withdrawal that tormented my whole body depended on his mercy. Grabbing my hair so that the skin on my face was stretched and moving my ear to his mouth, he said:
- Have you forgotten who you are? Here only I enjoy and those whom I will allow to use you! You are a thing, not a person! Remember and repeat! You are a thing!
- I am a thing.
- You're a litter!
- I'm a litter.
- You're a working doll full of holes!
“I’m a working doll with holes,” I repeated obediently.
And he again began to fuck me with his fist with such frenzy that I bit my lip so as not to make another sound. He moved it up and down, then scrolled around the axis, massaging every centimeter of my vagina, and up and down again, then completely coming out, then forcefully intruding inside, continuing the unbearable torture ... I listened as his fist flies deliciously into the black hole that I became my pussy... sometimes he stopped, unclenched his fist and moved his fingers inside as if playing the piano... I was ready to scream from the buzz and in order not to finish, I tried to think about the pain that my body was experiencing, about how my muscles were twisting, about how the internal organs are torn into a thousand pieces ... I need cocaine. He deliberately set me up so that I would not go anywhere. I realized this too late... While I was distracted, he unzipped his fly with the other hand and pulled out a member. My favorite 19 cm fat cock.
- I want to cum, put your mouth on it and jerk off. You must swallow everything. If you miss even a drop, you will wash the entire salon with my tongue, you understand, a rag?
I obediently took a slippery head into my mouth and began to actively move my hand, he continued to fuck my vagina with his paws and I was shaking from hitting my fist on my uterus and then a hot stream poured into my mouth, filling everything. I barely had time to swallow to keep from spilling. There was a lot of sperm, and I drank it like a thirsty in the desert. He jerked his hand away and smiled that same smile:
- I can't be mad at you for long. Clean the glove properly, - I licked it, - sit on the floor, otherwise you will flood my seat, I won’t wash it. Take a dose in your pocket - you deserve it.
When, finally, sitting naked on the floor of the car at the feet of the Master, I inhaled the powder, incredible relief spread throughout my body, I relaxed and my mind was again clouded by memories.
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To be continued.