This story was told to me by a friend. Every summer he goes to rest on the Black Sea. One day he was unlucky with tickets. There was no compartment, no reserved seat. I had to take an expensive soft car. Who does not know, this is the same coupe, only there are only two seats, the lower ones. They are made in the form of soft sofas. The amenities are scanty, and the price is twice as much as the usual place in a compartment. My sidekick loaded into the car, arranged things. Angry like a dog. Zero mood. Suddenly, the door gently opens and a nice friend like that settles down in the next place. She looks about 25 years old. From under a translucent blouse, a very appetizing chest is visible. Legs are slender. Thalia is in place. In a mini skirt. Slightly tanned. Black straight hair right down to the buttocks.
“As soon as I saw her, I lost all my anger at our railway,” says my friend.
Helped her unpack. We got talking. It turned out her name was Ira. It was getting on in the evening. We decided to have dinner together. Spread out all the food. She owns. I had a bottle of cognac. Proposed. Irka smiled and took out another one. When you get a little tipsy, I take it and ask, they say, who are you, where do you work, what do you do. And then she told me this. I didn't believe. And I still don't know whether to believe it or not? And my friend told me the story of his random friend.
"I recall my past life with horror. I came to the capital with bright hopes. To go to college. In my spare time, work part-time in the profile of my future specialty. Find a nice guy. Arrange my personal life. Naive. big city. Every man for himself. Everyone sees you only as a competitor. I failed the exams. They didn’t hire me without a residence permit. I was in despair. I was ready to do anything just not to return to my village.
There were good people. In quotation marks. We listened. Warmed up. They took me to the company. Business escort service. In fact, an ordinary brothel. I remember my first client well. Fat, smelly, hairy macaw. After a night with him, I sat in the bathroom for half a day. It seemed to me that I had not washed off the dirt. But, you get used to everything. The money was good. I started imagining myself as an actress. It's like I'm in an erotic movie. My task is to show the beauty of the relationship between a man and a woman. After all, nature is conceived in such a way that sex would bring pleasure and joy to people. This helped me. I learned to get used to the role so that the men went crazy, thinking that they turned me on like that.
Fate smiled at me. Once Sergey, one of the co-owners of the agency, offered me to make good money. Only everything had to remain strictly between me, Sergey, and the clients. I asked what should be done. It turned out, as always. You need to sleep with a man. More precisely with an eighteen-year-old guy. Mom and dad began to notice their son's interest in girls. To avoid trouble, they decided to pay a tidy sum to some decent woman who, while maintaining complete confidentiality and not pretending to jump out to marry a guy, will make him a real man. I became that woman. And I liked it. They paid good money. And most importantly, I experienced an extraordinary feeling of superiority over the peasant.
Soon another similar order appeared. Then another. Sergei made a small mistake. I did not see the prospects of the future project. Usually he introduced me to employers, parents, wealthy and socially connected people, took his part of the money and left. The rest we discussed face to face. Over time, as an intermediary, he was no longer needed. I have my own clientele. I followed the principle of strict confidentiality very strictly. It created a certain image for me.
I left the agency. I was able to buy a small apartment. Fulfilling three or four orders a year, I provided myself with everything I needed.
Usually my work looks something like this. I get up early. First of all, a contrast shower. It's invigorating. Tint shampoo. We need to change the look a bit. Contact lenses that change eye color. Now I am brown-haired with blue eyes. Short skirt. Lightweight blouse with a deep slit. Shoes with medium heels. Last look in the mirror. It is these women that Igor should like. He is my client. Only he doesn't know it yet. I was ordered for him by his ancestors. Today we are supposed to meet. I call a taxi. I'm going to a small restaurant on the outskirts of the city. It was agreed in advance that I am a new graduate student of Nikolai Sergeevich - Igor's father and a professor at one of the capital's universities. I must, as if by chance, be in the place where today they celebrate the birthday of the head of the family.
I go to a bar. I order a light cocktail. I look at the clock. I'm on time. In five ten minutes everything should start. Yep, here they are. Out of the corner of my eye I notice Nikolai Sergeevich and a young guy with him. They go to the counter. Our eyes meet.
- Blimey! Irochka! What fates? - Nikolai Sergeevich unexpectedly cries out.
- That's the meeting! Hello Nikolai Sergeevich! We agreed to meet with a friend, but she’s still not there, - I play along with him. Five minutes later, all the formalities are completed. I am introduced to the company and Igor. invited to the table. Very embarrassed and blushing, Igor dances with me. We are talking. It is very difficult for him to choose topics for conversation. I play along. Igor is obsessed with computers. I'm throwing questions on this topic.
In the end, we agree to meet on Friday evening. Igor volunteered to help me set up my laptop. One small problem. The computer is in the country. You have to go out of town. Igor agrees.
I drive up to the front door. Perched on the parapet, my new acquaintance is reading a book.
- Hi! I shout to him.
“Hi,” he replies, and immediately blushes.
- Sit down. Let's go, I command him.
We are driving at high speed. The wind blows my hair. The skirt rides up, exposing the knees. I smile, correct her and do everything to interest Igor. We chat on various topics. Pickled meat, fruits, champagne are hidden in the trunk. All paid for by dad.
We quickly get to the dacha, again rented by Igor's father. He expresses a desire to immediately take up the computer. I stop him. Rest first. Igor goes to cook barbecue. The dish does not tolerate female hands. I decide to change. I like open swimsuits, a light transparent dressing gown. The window into the room is a little away from the place where Igor conjures. Nevertheless, if you wish, you can consider everything that is happening there. I deliberately delay the process of changing clothes. I look in the mirror for a long time, admiring my breasts. I brush my hair. I notice that Igor is watching me with interest. The eyes are wide open. The face is motionless. The lower jaw dropped. My God! I get good. Like a balm spread over the body. Well, it's time to move on to extraordinary measures. I quickly take off my panties. I feel Igor's frightened look on my skin. He's a little scared. I want to laugh. It's nothing. Soon I will make a real macho guy. I put on a bathing suit, put on a dressing gown and go out into the yard.
Finally, the barbecue is ready. We enter the house. We're setting the table. I make the first toast. For the golden hands that prepared this delicious dish. Igor clearly likes it. He is proud. Subtly hints that he also understands other issues. Let's drink to the master. It's time to move on to the computer. Here the guy is really docking. Half an hour and the computer is in perfect order. I'm wondering what's interesting on the Internet. He talks about programs, information, files. I ask frankly: there is porn! He, embarrassed, replies that there is. He taps out addresses from memory. It looks like he's a frequent visitor here. Nude beauties appear on the screen. We discuss the advantages and disadvantages of each. It turns out that this is a fascinating topic for men. There are lights in his eyes. In the meantime, a bottle of champagne runs out. Then the second. I remember that somewhere on the computer I have clips recorded. He quickly finds them. The room is filled with fast rhythms. I suggest dancing. Weak lighting. Half-naked body. Warm evening. I squirm like a snake. My movements are perfect. He likes them. Igor joins me. He's almost ready. A slow tune starts playing. Igor invites me to dance. I press my whole body against him. I hug my neck. In a second, our lips met. He timidly puts his arm around my shoulders, but dares no further. I muster up the nerve and slide his hand into my shorts. It's already nicely wet there. He was dumbfounded. I help him out of his stupor. I show you what moves I like. Finger between lips. Up down. Up down. Warmth spreads throughout the body. But, I'm a professional. Nothing will happen. I just enjoy being in control of a man. Gradually he grows bolder. The other hand goes. She squeezes my chest. He kisses my face passionately. Finally, he is completely bold. He carries me to the bed. He doesn't seem to be in control. Clothes, crackling, flies off me. The male wakes up in it. Oh well. What's next? He spreads my legs. It leans on the whole body. Aha! Wow! Here is the first slip. Not having time to enter inside, he fills my stomach with sperm. Everything. Quiet. He buried his face into the pillow. Ready to fall in shame. I slowly turn him over onto his back. The eyes are closed. Breathing is heavy. I whisper gentle words in his ear. I stroke my hair, chest. Gradually I go down. Here is his handsome man. Gently massage it. The male is alive. Slowly he gets up. I add tongue and lips to the case. The handsome man takes the form of a spear directed to the sky. The owner himself is trying to jump on me again. Don't rush my friend. Here I am in charge. I sit on top. Slowly I enter into myself a member. I'm not in a hurry, I'm swinging. Let him get used to the idea that he is being fucked. Let him get used to the new sensations. Well, now let's go. I pick up the pace. Look at me! You see, I'm crazy about your cock. Look at me! I'm driving away from the high. I'm in seventh heaven. And he looks into my eyes. The game turns him on. He felt like a man. Yep, hands are on the move. They crush my chest. It is very good. The second time the act last longer. We are breathing hard. Our bodies are writhing. The pace is picking up. Suddenly, like a fountain pierces me into me. He ends. Stormy. With a wild roar. Like a geyser erupting. I finish after him.
We rest for a long time, embracing. He passed his first lesson. Now he has confidence. But this is not enough. The next lesson is the study of the female body. I suggest taking a shower. Warm jets caress my skin. The shower cubicle is located in the house. So I turn on the bright light. Now I can be seen in every detail, even through translucent glass. He stands and looks, afraid to take a step.
- Come to me, bunny! I affectionately call him. He goes under water. I splash water in his face. In surprise, he squints under my cheerful laughter. This removes the last tension. Igor hugs me and gently kisses my neck and lips. I don't need this.
- Soap me, dear! – affectionately, I ask, handing him soap and a sponge. He starts slowly. Hands slide over shoulders, back, and chest, like the hands of a sculptor sculpting his masterpiece from a piece of lifeless clay. Gradually it descends lower and lower. Now his hands are already gliding over my thighs. The threshold of shyness is still strong in his mind. He does not dare to penetrate between the legs. I myself take his hand and direct it right between the folds. Why is the male consciousness directed only to "stronger and deeper". Barely penetrating, he tries to shove his fingers as far as possible.
- Not. No. You don't need to go deep. Better drive around. Stroke the walls, I ask him. It's always ticklish at first. But, when you overcome the threshold, the whole body seems to be filled with soft blissful energy, from which it is ready to take off into the sky.
I enjoy these soft waves. I can not stop. However, it's time to move on. Softly, I stop his movements with my hand.
- Wait, dear. I'll show you something, - I say, and slightly part my swollen lips with my fingers. A small pink bud opens up before his eyes. My clitoris. I run my finger around it.
- This is the nicest place. But the language is better. The hand can be uncomfortable.
He is a little slow. It's being decided. Gets on his knees. He puts his lips to the clitoris and begins to suck slowly. For the first time it works out well. I beg him not to rush, and I myself close my eyes. Some more. I am in a sea of bliss. I delay the main moment as long as I can. And here is the explosion. The body is in convulsions. Trembling runs from head to toe. I'm in seventh heaven. I squirm and scream like I'm crazy.
But I didn't expect this. My student takes the initiative in his own hands. He stands up, turns me around and bends me over. Inserts his cock between my legs. Well, my friend, you did a great job. Get your share of the fun. I only help to choose the right direction for the member.
He takes me from behind and takes well. Apparently he realized that in this case there was no need to rush. The movements are slow and soft. He enjoys not just fucking me. He enjoys my body. His hands are not idle. They roam my back, pawing at my breasts. His eyes devour me. We move as one. But that's not all. I stop him.
- You know, I have one more hole. Your handsome man will be pleased there.
He understood everything. The head of the cock rested on my ass. I lift my hips and relax my anus muscles. Here he is already inside.
My God! He catches on very quickly. Some fifth sense, he realized that I would be much nicer if you do not disregard my vagina. Having me in the ass, he continued to caress my clitoris and sex lips with his hand. No woman can take this for long. I'm finishing. Violent and long. Orgasms follow one after another. And the next moment my partner cums too. Member pulsates in me, pouring sticky juice all over my ass. I turn to him. He is breathing heavily. An expression of happiness on his face. We hug and kiss for a long time. Laughing, we finish the shower. On a soft bed, completely exhausted, we quickly fall asleep.
We meet every day for the next week. Now my task is to excite the imagination in him. We walk around the city a lot. And we have a lot of sex. On the landing, listening to every rustle. In a supermarket fitting room. In the dark hall of the cinema during the session. When it is not possible to have a normal sexual intercourse, we use our hands, lips, and various objects. And sometimes we spend whole hours in bed, trying more and more new positions. With all this, I'm trying to show him that the main enemy of good sex is monotony and routine. Only something new and unusual can maintain love between a man and a woman. He understands it. Very soon, he himself begins to offer to try something new. But... My mission is over.
I go to the pay phone. I dial a number.
- Nikolai Sergeevich? This is Irina. Your Igor completed the full course of the Kama Sutra with an excellent mark.
- Yes you! But such a modest one! - Satisfactory exclamations are heard in the tube.
- Yes. I think he is now a man for one hundred percent. But, Nikolai Sergeevich, have you forgotten our agreement?
- Well, what are you, Ira. In two hours everything will be done. But, you too, bring the matter to the end.
- No problem. Tomorrow I'm leaving for Cyprus.
Two hours later, I went to the ATM. Inserted the card, dialed the code. I love punctual and responsible people. The screen showed a tidy sum in my account. I withdraw part of the money, but I smile to myself. A good rest on the warm sea is provided to me.
Much later, I found out from my acquaintances that Igor was told that I married a foreigner and went abroad. The guy, of course, did not believe and was looking for me. A month later, his parents introduced him to a girl, Katya. They are going to get married, and Katerina already has a tummy. Well, I'm just happy for them. May they be happy."
Here the girl ends the story. He looks at my friend for a minute and starts laughing merrily.
- You should shut your mouth. And now drooling on the floor will drip. And the width of that and look will burst. My friend was embarrassed. Indeed, he was quite excited. Here Ira played along again.
- In general, you are a guy of nothing ...
This was the signal for action. My friend did not stand on ceremony. I twisted the girl in half, pulled up her skirt and planted my crankshaft in the most I don’t want to. The sex was short and rough. Finished at the same time. Then they kissed for a long time. This was the start of an amazing holiday. Together we rented a room in a boarding house. Fucked every day. Sometimes all night long. And where did the forces come from. Then my friend left. Irina gave him her phone. Answered calls for the first time. But at one fine moment, the mobile phone gave out: "the subscriber is not served." Since then, the girl has not been found. One can only guess - did she tell the truth about herself or not? Actually, what a difference!