I want to tell a story that happened to me. My name is Lily. I am 26. Due to the circumstances (a divorce from my husband), I received a chic 2-storey house and a brand new car from my father. Having promised him to start an independent life, thinking carefully and deciding that I need to continue my studies, I enrolled in an English language school.

The private school was designed for businessmen, managers who need English language high level, so there was no one under the age of 20 at this school. It was located far from the city center and my house. I had to go there almost every day in my beloved BMW. I like to drive a car, not driving through the streets, but just enjoying the average speed and listening to music.

The first day of school was probably the busiest. Having chosen a place for myself at the first desk, I began to look at those present. Several young girls, a couple of married girls, three guys, a total of 12 people. Nicely. A pro will never recruit a class of 20 or more people. The most fruitful study takes place just in such small groups.

Classes started at 10 o'clock, but the teacher was not there. During this time, the class managed to get to know each other. Expectations and conversations were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Hello, sorry for being late on the first day of our training with you! The teacher's soft voice penetrated my ears, making me flinch.
- It's okay, there are terrible traffic jams on the roads due to snow!, - young girls like me squealed admiringly.

The teacher... Hmm... Now I understand why the girls fell silent when the teacher came in... Alexander Andreevich was young, perhaps a little older than me, tall, pleasant complexion and unusually handsome in appearance.

As expected, at the beginning of the lesson, Alexander Andreevich gave the whole class an anonymous questionnaire. We wrote questions to the teacher on the sheets, and he promised to answer them. From the questionnaire, we learned that the teacher is not married and lives far from work. And the last thing that he is 32 years old is what I wanted to know.

The lessons were held according to a specially chosen program.
Alexander Andreevich, not sparing his time, conducted additional classes, diligently watching each of us. If during the lesson someone did not understand the topic, the teacher spoke in a more understandable language, chewing on each sentence. It seems to me that he loved his profession very much and tried to "get through" to everyone.

Girls, even married ones, were crazy about the teacher. Frankly, I was also a little intoxicated when the teacher was around. They tried to go to extra classes every day, went together to the school cafeteria, invited them to tea parties.
I didn’t run after the teacher like everyone else, the wound from parting with my husband had not yet healed in my soul ... Although, I tried very hard not to think about him anymore. I did not care. My goal was to be fluent in English.

Alexander Andreevich did not refuse tea, but he always kept his distance from those who were too persistent. Although, sometimes a young soul, full of unspent love, burst out, and the teacher allowed himself to joke and “trick”, to drive even impenetrable girls into the paint.

A year has passed.

One day, on the day when I was lazy and I didn’t want anything but rest, without learning a lesson and oversleeping to all this, I rushed to class in a BMW. “MOCKINGBIRD” was playing, snow was falling, the mood was appropriate ...

When I arrived, I tried to slip quietly into my seat, but the teacher still saw me.

Lily, are you all right? You are just in time (he smiled slyly), yesterday I gave the task to translate the text, did you cope with the task?
- Alexander Andreevich, to be honest, I'm not ready at all.
- Looks like you're not the only one, half the class is unprepared. Was the task really that difficult? Well, okay, let's start with the text .., - the teacher said softly.
“Alexander Andreevich, what a sexy voice you have!” the girls squealed.
- Let's see, according to the results of the lesson, I will charm you or not! , the teacher whispered more erotically.

I quietly laughed at these jokes. The lesson was intense, interesting, however, as always. After completing classes and additional, everyone began to disperse. Even those who always stayed up late hurried home. At 5 p.m., it gradually began to darken outside the window. Great sleepy weather. The girls fled, leaving me and the teacher in the classroom.

Lily!?, the teacher called me.

I started. ... hurry to a warm bed ...

Lily, have you forgotten your request?
- Oh yes! Of course. I asked you to explain some words to me. Sorry.
- Nothing, I will not delay for a long time, please stay for another hour and I will let you go.
- Good...

Alexander Andreevich smiled, looking at me. Approaching front door he looked back and asked:

So that we don't get disturbed, shall I close the door?
- Ah..? Mm.. Yes, yes, please.

I was confused... Is something wrong? Maybe he always closes the doors?

We parsed the phrase. The teacher sat opposite me at the desk. Every feature of the face, every crease was presented to my gaze. “What a handsome man,” I mentally noted. Sometimes I made mistakes in writing, he took my hand in his and wrote to her, terribly embarrassing me with this. My hands were trembling, I tried to concentrate on writing, but it was difficult. A couple of times I dropped the pen on the floor. At these moments, the teacher bent down to pick it up and our heads sometimes touched.

An hour has passed. After saying goodbye to the teacher, I got into the car. Hands gripped the steering wheel painfully, head fell on them. I was trembling from an overabundance of feelings, my heart was beating furiously in my chest... I started crying...

Hurry home, hurry home...

The next day, I called the school and said that I would only come for extra classes in the late afternoon. This day was devoted only to himself. Massage, delicious tea and "doing nothing". At 4 o'clock I went to school.

As I thought, no one was there. Is it just a few teachers and Alexander Andreevich.

Hello, I sang cheerfully.
- Lily, it's great that you came, let's work out?, - the teacher, standing up, approached me.
- With pleasure.
- Sit down at the desk, please.
- Oh, right off the bat English?

I removed the thread from the teacher's jacket.

Fine, Alexander... Oh, sorry, Alexander Andreevich...

The teacher looked at me carefully, smiling slightly. Gentle smile... What a gentle smile he has!

Lily, and you are caring ..., - he said quietly.
“Hmm, sometimes,” I smiled.

A couple of hours of classes brought me to my senses. The heart was calm. The teacher, after a while, asked me to write a couple of sentences on the blackboard and try to translate them.

You can approximately, the main thing is that you must understand the meaning of　the sentence.

He stood next to me and bored with his eyes, from which I gradually began to melt. “Master will not be able to embarrass me! I'm not strong, but because of this look, I won't squeal like others. He's not looking at me! He does not look at me, but at what I write, ”I mentally told myself.

Lily, you're a tough nut to crack, the teacher whispered, making my heart beat faster and faster.

Soooo, you decided to check me?! Want to be embarrassed? I'll show you the checks now! I got angry.

No, Sashenka, from a look like yours I melt, - turning to the teacher and coming very close to him, looking into his eyes, I whispered languidly.

His lips parted, his cheeks flushed slightly. Our faces were very close, it was worth bending over slightly, stretching out our lips, and we would have kissed.

I succeeded! He was terribly embarrassed! (I mentally rejoiced) Suddenly, the teacher bowed his head slightly, and it seemed to me for a moment that he decided to kiss me. Can't be! I do not believe! Fear appeared on my face.

Alexander Andreevich tightly squeezed my waist and, slightly pushing me away from him, said hoarsely:

Lily, me too...

We both stood paralyzed for a few seconds and just looked at each other. Our bodies and hearts burned hot.

Hmm, oh, I'm sorry, let's continue to study, - hastily pulling away from me, the teacher said firmly.
- Let's ... I translated the phrase, but to no avail, help, pliz!
- Necessarily!

The teacher stood behind me and took my hand with the chalk in his. (hell, again I'm embarrassed by his behavior) A strong hot hand and my pliable ... I felt the heat of his body through my thin jumper.

Lily, I can hear your heart beating, what happened? the teacher whispered next to my ear. (Oh my god, what's going on.. What's wrong with me?! Lily, pull yourself together! The girls were 100% right, he has a sexy voice. I'm completely wet already!)
"It's just the weather..." I said slowly, not turning to face him.
“Lily, I want you to go to extra lessons more often,” the teacher asked.
- Good.

Arriving home, I fell on the bed in clothes and fell asleep for the first time in six months ...

The next morning I was awakened by a knock on the door.
--- Who came this early? - I was angry, getting dressed on the go ... - Especially on Sunday! Or maybe it's the former, but today is my birthday ... I found the time, damn it, - I remembered.
Without looking at the intercom, I went down the hall and opened the door.
On the threshold stood Alexander Andreevich with a huge bouquet of white roses.
--- Al...? Alexan..., - I was in shock.
--- Happy birthday, Lily! You look great! (the teacher stared at me with his eyes wide open and stumbling)
I looked where the teacher was looking and was taken aback. Sleepy, in spite of myself, I put on only a transparent shirt of soft pink color, slightly covering my ass. My hair, uncombed, flowed over my chest and shoulders. Her lips burned with sleep and were crimson in color. I was like a sexy, horny bitch who had sex all night. And in this form I appeared before the teacher. Yes, any man will light up one place when he sees this !!!
Alexander Andreevich took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
--- I'm sorry, I'm not watching .... Although I would very much like to, - he joked, trying to get me out of my stupor.
--- Open your eyes and pass, - I smiled. You have already seen me, now it is too late to close your eyes.
--- If I open my eyes and look at you again, I will have to be resuscitated, he continued to joke.
--- Don't worry, it's natural.
The teacher went into the room, and I ran to the shower. Coming out of it, I saw Alexander Andreevich sitting on the floor with a magazine and a cop with whiskey.
He looked great, like from the cover of a fashionable men's magazine.
I sat next to him.
--- Do you like men's magazines?, asked A.A.
--- Ah, these... - I nodded at the pile lying on the table. - This is left from my ex-husband, but I don’t want to stop the subscription.
--- Do you still have feelings? I'm sorry, it's probably none of my business.
--- Thank you... Almost everything burned out.
--- Lily, if you don't mind, let's go to the sea, - the teacher tactfully translated the conversation.
--- Yes!! I have not been to the sea for a long time! Especially in winter!!!, - I happily agreed.
--- And then to a restaurant, to a disco or wherever you want, I want you to remember your birthday for the rest of your life.
--- Oh, I'll remember it, even the morning event is enough
--- Ahh .... That's right, I - I definitely won't forget. We laughed together.
I knelt down in front of him.
--- Whiskey?
--- Yes...
--- Who will drive the car?
--- You
--- Haa?? I?? On your birthday??!! Hm...
I pouted my lips. The teacher put the magazine aside and sat even closer to me. He took his kopp and brought it close to my lips.
--- Drink
--- Eh?? I'll drive the car! - I said sarcastically.
--- Drink, Lily, please, - he whispered sexy.
--- Not
--- You will not? Here's how ... I came with a driver, he would take us ....
--- Why didn't you say that earlier!?
"Well…" he drawled, smiling.
--- Alexander Andreevich, you... you... I have no words! - I exploded.
--- Senks
We went to the club.
Dr was amazing ... At the disco, when they put on a romantic tune, he hugged me tightly and I felt his body. Intoxicated, we sometimes did stupid things, flirted with each other; in the dance, as if inadvertently, our lips touched ... But it didn’t come to kisses. By evening the teacher let the driver go and we went to my house. In the car, I got a little sick and I fell asleep. I woke up from the fact that Alexander Andreevich was taking off my outer clothes. I was already at home.
--- Oh, sorry, I fell asleep...
"Nothing," he gently reassured me. I didn't want to wake you up.
He covered me with a blanket and I fell asleep again.
When I woke up, there was no one around. Dream? The room was cleaned as if there was no dr...
I looked at the table. No, this is not a dream. There were still white roses on the table, and among them, in the very center ...... one bright red rose was visible ...
Staring at the rose, I tried to understand when the teacher managed to buy it and its meaning.
Happy A.A. I called and asked how I was feeling, apologized for my behavior, although I was happy, glad. He gave me the most unforgettable DR.

A mounth later.
--- Lily, Lily, - a friend ran into the toilet, where I stood and combed my hair.
Today my friends and I were going to go for a walk after class.
--- What happened?
--- Thee A.A. urgently asked to come. Did you do something?
--- Of course not. Strange ... We'll have to postpone our campaign.
--- Hee hee, It's worth it! In my opinion, he "glues" you
--- Well, yes, of course.. Hehe. Bye!
--- Bye, - a friend slapped me on the shoulder and ran away ...
I wonder what he wants from me? Oh no! Just not classes! I do not want
practice today....
I slowly went up to the second floor, walked along a quiet corridor and opened the familiar door.
--- Alexander Andreevich, did you call me? - I quietly asked.
There was silence in the class. The teacher sat on the penultimate desk with his head in his hands.
"Asleep?" I thought.
Sitting in front of him and putting my hands on his desk, I began to look at him ...
Teacher abruptly raised his head, thus frightening me, grabbed my hands and squeezed them with his hands. I was in captivity! Crying out, I wanted to free my hands, but in vain, he held them tightly.
--- Let me go!
--- Oh, I'm sorry, it's probably from a dream, - the teacher unclenched his fingers. Did it hurt!?
--- You scared me, I said smiling
--- Please forgive me. So, about your test... I noticed that you are not very good at making up stories. If you don't mind, we could fix it now. It is not hard...
--- Today?!!
---Yes, do you have other plans?
--- Fmm... Not anymore. I just don't want to sit in a cold classroom and study... I don't feel well....
--- What do you suggest?
I had an idea, if only the teacher would agree ....
--- At home...
--- ?
--- If you don't mind, we'll go to my house and you explain everything to me...
--- Fmm... I don't mind, of course. Maybe you'll relax and get more into the subject... Okay... Just promise me a hot cup of coffee?
--- Of course! - I was glad that he agreed. At least I'll get some rest.
--- By the way, park your car in the school parking lot, we'll drive mine.
--- Good.
The teacher, having warned the director about homework and having received consent, went down to the wardrobe, where I was already picking up clothes.
--- Everything is fine! They agreed ... Let me help you ...
--- Thank you, - the teacher carefully threw a fur coat over me ...
I looked a little embarrassed when I met my eyes. I haven't forgotten how we spent my birthday.
We left the school. Snow... I'm so tired today. Throwing back my head and closing my eyes, I enjoyed the frost and falling snowflakes on my face.
--- The Snow Queen?! Let's go, - the teacher saying this, gently touched the tip of my nose.
--- Thank you, I've become such a lazy person...
He smiled back, opened the car door and put me in the car.
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The car purred softly and I dozed off to the sound of it.
--- Lily..., - teacher's gentle voice woke me up.
Opening my eyes, I saw the face of Alexander Andreevich, who bent over me. His cheeks were burning, his heart was beating frantically..
--- Lily... I...
His lips are slightly parted, as if waiting...
--- Alexander Andreevich .... - I plunged into his spell, my head was foggy.
--- Please... kiss me... - what am I saying!... The words popped out on their own. The body went limp.
He removed the strand from my forehead and gently touched his lips to it ... Oh, God, a flame flared up in me from his kiss!
--- I'll be right back, I need to take a couple of books with me. Wait a little bit.
It turns out that while I was dozing, he first drove to his house.
Emotions sucked the last strength out of me. What's this? What relationships? Teacher with student? Mmm... Man and woman? It looks like, but something is missing... No...
My head was spinning and I again, imperceptibly, fell asleep.
The teacher returned with the books, threw my seat back and covered my legs with a blanket.
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--- Lily! Wake up, we have arrived, - the teacher gently touched my cheek with his hand. Seeing that I did not open my eyes, he began to stroke my hair, lightly tugging at it.
Under the gaze of the teacher, I stretched sweetly.
Arriving home, I asked the teacher to make me feel at home, and I myself went to take a bath.
After 10 minutes, Alexander Andreevich knocked on the bathroom door.
--- Lily, I hope you haven't sailed far?, - the teacher joked.
--- Haha. I can't swim... By the way, can you teach me?
--- Mmm, I need to think. By the way, it's already nine o'clock in the evening. Let's get out and get busy.
--- Would you like to rub my back?
--- Lily, don't joke with me like that.
--- Tell me honestly, do you want it or not?, I insisted. I really wanted to know what he thinks this moment and what he wants.
--- Come out - I'll tell you.
--- Alexander Andreevich! What a trickster you are! - I was offended.
--- Lily, don't be naughty.
After the shower, I put on a short skirt and shirt. The house was very warm, even hot.
--- Alexander Andreevich, you can also go to the shower. After work, I probably really want to take a bath and drink coffee .....
--- Lily, if you don't mind, I would really like to do it, - he was delighted.
An hour later we drank coffee and ate the chicken I cooked.
I gave him a robe after a shower and for the first time I saw his powerful chest. I really wanted to touch this beauty.
--- Alexander Andreevich, - I came close to him, - can I touch it?
In response, he took my hand in his and placed it against his chest. I felt his breathing quicken and his heart pounding in his chest.
--- So warm ..., at my words, he took a deep breath and ran my hand along his chest to his stomach. I winced, and he squeezed my hand even tighter. There was a storm under his robe.
Twilight, subdued light, light music aroused a woman in me, I wanted him here and now and was ready to pounce on him myself, like a hungry animal. But I did not understand and did not know Alexander Andreevich's thoughts. He came to practice and offered it several times. No, you need to get all the vulgar and intimate thoughts out of your head. I screw myself....
--- Lily, what's the matter with you, I'm calling you, and you seem to be hovering somewhere, - the teacher lightly patted me on the shoulder.
--- Well, sit down at the table, - the teacher seated me, laid out books and notebooks.
--- So, it is necessary to do something else with your hair.
The teacher took a crab and a comb lying on the table, came up behind me and began to carefully comb my hair.
--- Alexander Andree .... vi .....
--- Doesn't it hurt?
--- No, I'm very pleased
Putting down the comb, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, bent down to my ear and softly, sexy whispered, "Lily." The body again felt a strong weakness, the head was spinning. He saw how I closed my eyes, enjoyed and tightened my grip on my shoulders.
Alexander Andreevich, touching his neck with his fingers, stabbed his hair with a crab.
Having worked out and feeling very tired, we decided to drink a little cognac to raise our strength.
--- Alexander Andreevich, I wanted to say that you have an amazing body.
--- Ha ha, thank you very much, do you like it?
--- So much so that I want to see him again.
--- Ho..ro..sho..., - the teacher said slowly.
We were already sitting in the living room, glasses and coppas with alcohol were on the carpet. The teacher was sitting leaning on the sofa, and I was kneeling next to him. He bared his torso to the waist.
--- What do you say, dear Lily, - he whispered in a languid voice.
--- I have nothing to say.... All I want to do is touch it again.
When I bent down to feel his chest, the teacher reached out and unhooked the crab. My hair fell on his chest, flowing in waves along it.
--- Lily, you look......amazing, - he whispered in a voice hoarse with excitement.
Raising my eyelids, I looked with interest and whispered:
--- You too...
Intuition did not disappoint, deciding to go to the end and not miss the moment, I began to attack.
--- Can I ask you... to give me a massage?
--- Dear Lily, of course; I completely tortured you with my studies, - the teacher took me by the hand and took me to the bedroom. He sat down on the wide bed and leaned back against the pillows.
---Come here, sit facing me... like this... Lay your head on my shoulder. And my feet. Sit closer, don't be afraid, - the teacher, taking me by the shoulders, pulled me to him.
--- I'm not afraid.... I'm just...
--- What? Tell me, - he took my chin, again our faces were very close for a kiss. The teacher was very gentle in everything.
--- I... I can't...
--- In principle, I understand... Lily... answer me one question... Honestly, what do you feel next to me now? The answer is required.
--- Now I feel... arousal, shame, confusion, desire...
--- You have a storm of emotions in your soul! - the teacher ran his hand over my cheek. – Now I will fix it, my massage will calm you down.
--- Your hands do not let me calm down... They are too gentle..
--- Your body is too sensual, - affectionately cut off the teacher.
I rested my head on his shoulder and thought. "No, it's impossible to calm me down"
Teacher brushed my hair off my back and pulled my shirt off my shoulders. Grabbing my waist with both hands, he pulled me towards him. There was nothing under the clothes, and when he felt it, he was even more aroused. His hot body began to inflame again, with my thighs I felt his "dick". And my skirt separated my pussy from his cock.
--- How risky it all is..., - I whispered
--- ......
He gently pressed his chest against mine, feeling its elasticity. He massaged my neck and back with his hands.
--- Lily...
--- ...mmm?
--- I have a wish?
--- Yes, you won it from me, do you want something?
--- Yeah..... But I can't...
--- Why?
--- My work, duty, etc. me...
--- Stop? It seems that you have a storm in your soul. We are adults, decide on your desires and act, bring them to life. Even if you make a mistake, you will know the answer.
--- What same you smart girl, Lily.
I looked at him and we smiled at each other. The sparks emanating from him began to mix with mine.
--- If you don't mind, let's sleep, - the teacher stretched.
--- Yes! I'm so...tired too. Where to put you, - I looked at him inquiringly.
The teacher raised an eyebrow. “We are adults ...” my own words flashed through my head. The question was silently resolved. He lay down on the bed and I lay down next to him. Before that, I put on a T-shirt on the body.
--- Lily, can I have a small request?
--- What? - I lay down on my stomach and began to look at the teacher.
--- Call me by my name, - the teacher also lay down on his stomach.
--- Well, Alexander Andreev ..
--- Sasha, - he smiled and touched my nose.
“Yeah…” I whispered with a smile.
We soon fell asleep. At night I woke up, the teacher slept peacefully next to me, his hand lay on my stomach. He hugged me in my dream. I began to look at him, with courage and not being afraid that he would wake up. And then a thought flashed through my mind. I can make one wish come true! Risking nothing! Excellent. I freed myself from his embrace, carelessly gathered my hair with something. In a dream, the teacher rolled over on his back ...
And I thought, "You're great... But... What kind of relationship do we have? It becomes not clear to me. It's not a relationship between a teacher and a student, but it's not a relationship between a man and a woman either. They are more like kindred tender. We need to stop them and put them on another level. But as long as there is a chance... I will secretly change them from you. Like a workout. When I calm down a little... I will accept all your tenderness and warmth from you. And wait for the development of relations. The urge to kiss him grew...
I leaned over the teacher, his lips parted in my sleep and gave even more chances. --- Sasha..., - closing my eyes, I gently kissed him on the lips. For a few seconds my lips didn't move. I enjoyed the softness and warmth of Sasha's lips. When I woke up, I kissed him again on the edge of his mouth.
--- Oh, who's being naughty here, - with these words, the teacher abruptly grabbed my shoulders, turned me over on my back, crushing me to the bed with his magnificent body. I definitely couldn't move.
--- Well, tell me... what were you doing here while I was sleeping?, - the teacher grinned slyly.
--- Let go, I'll tell you.
--- No, dear Lily, this time I'm not going to let you go.
--- Then I will be silent, - in my heart I rejoiced at this development of the situation.
--- But let's see, - and with these words, Alexander Andreevich, unexpectedly for me, dug his lips into my lips.
A wave of excitement pierced my body and I moaned plaintively. The kiss lasted a few seconds. Then he kissed me again, slightly parting my lips with his tongue.
--- Did you want this? Yes?..., - he gently touched his lips to my cheek.
--- I have long asked you to kiss .... me.
--- I remember in the car.... I restrained myself from this desire, because my work and the agreement not to make any connections with the students were the main ones. But... you can't forbid feelings with any paper. Every day, at every lesson, my thoughts were only about you, about your lips...
My heart began to beat faster, the teacher spoke about his feelings! I didn't believe my ears. The words I dreamed and thought about...
--- Lily...
--- What!?, - I raised an eyebrow in interest, speaking languidly.
--- I'll tell you later...
--- After what?, - the teacher freed my hands and I wrapped them around his back.
I felt his excited cock began to rest between my thighs.
--- After I eat you
The teacher turned out to be a very passionate, hot man. In terms of sex. But in life he is calm and serious. I am happy, and my friend was shocked by my story, especially from the end. In principle, neither did I, although ... we were drunk and wanted each other terribly.
These are the things that happened to me.
Now we are married and in a week we will have a baby. By the way, we signed the day after the bed "war".
Happiness is really close to us, you just need to look around...

Sex in flight (male, 30 years old)

“My girlfriend had an insatiable appetite for sex. So an hour before the trip to the airport before the flight to Italy, we had sex. By the time we got on the plane, she was aroused again. Naturally, we checked the plane's toilet.

Unexpectedly, my girlfriend called the flight attendant shortly after takeoff and asked for two blankets. Then she threw one of them on my knees, slipped her hand under it, took my cock and began to massage me until an erection. Keep in mind that we were seated in a triple row. She was at the window, I was in the center, and another middle-aged stranger was near the aisle.

Caressing me as slowly as possible so as not to arouse suspicion, she whispered in my ear that she wanted me to come. It was strange to be shoulder to shoulder with absolutely a stranger, and it was not easy to hold back the increasingly heavy breathing, but it was incredibly sexy to do something so bold. After about half an hour, I finished smiling broadly, realizing that I would never forget this incredible manual work.

Single sexual adventurer (female, 35)

“As soon as I got divorced, I got a job as a television producer, whose duties included frequent business trips around the country with the actors and the show crew. During meetings with new people, I decided that the only way to finally get rid of the influence of my ex-husband was to sleep with a complete stranger.

One night I was sitting in the bar of a cheap, cozy hotel, and one of the travelers began to flirt with me. Then I noticed him wedding ring and asked him about it. “My wife and I have a misunderstanding,” he said. This answer was enough for me.

We went up to the room, took off our clothes and attacked each other. We had sex three times in a row, and with each orgasm, I blessed my divorce.

The next morning, my lover and I woke up to his wife's phone call, and his guilty tone made it clear that his marriage "agreement" was probably one-sided. However, I didn't feel guilty. I needed sex and I'm grateful for it."

Good giver (female, 34)

“Recently I traveled around Europe with a close friend. We were in Bulgaria for the last day when an impressively handsome guy with thick dark eyebrows entered our hostel. I was immediately drawn to him, probably due to the fact that I had not had sex for a long time. Looking around, I realized that I was not the only person interested in him. I am not aggressive by nature, but I knew that I needed to eliminate rivals and not miss my chance.

As soon as my target had put down her bags, I grabbed his arm and led him outside. We chatted for two minutes in the dark, during which time I learned two things about him: he was a boxer from the UK and was seven years older than me. It was enough for me to rip off his belt and lower my pants. Right behind our hostel, I gave him a blowjob with great pleasure. The moment demanded impromptu action, and it was worth it. Who knew being generous could be so great?”

What words are pleasant for a man?

For a man, his own name, pronounced by a woman with an affectionate and gentle intonation, is very important. You can also pronounce suitable adjectives for it, for example: gentle, affectionate, sweet.

Of course, any affectionate word should be said in the appropriate setting. It is believed that men are attracted to extreme places, and it can be not only elevators, swimming pools, restaurants and other places. The words spoken at the same time by a woman at a convenient moment are especially pleasing to the ear of a man. If a man is in a good mood, and he looks at a woman with loving eyes, at this moment the right words will help her finally win his heart. Tell him about his masculinity and strength, that you have never met anyone more attractive than just him. These words should be spoken in a soft voice, with a certain intonation and aspiration. Just do not replay, because a man will immediately feel false.

It will be useful to remember the most exciting moments of your sexual contact with him and, at the right moment, pronounce exciting words applicable to this occasion. In the imagination of a man, those very moments of intimacy that were especially pleasant to him will immediately emerge. If during sexual intercourse you whispered in his ear that you are losing your head over him, say the same in a more relaxed atmosphere. Most likely, he will remember the intimate moment with which this phrase was associated, and feel arousal. These not too modest scenes, combined with tender words, will produce the best and most expected effect.

What can interfere with intimacy?

You need to know what to avoid when starting any conversation with a man. Any words must be spoken at the right time and place. Never remember your ex-boyfriends with your young man. Conversations and memories of them will not only not be able to excite a man, but may also cause a negative reaction in him. Even if you start to fight with your partner, never allow yourself to insult or humiliate him. Your man should know that in any situation you consider him the most courageous, strongest, handsome, courageous and sexy.

During sex, you should not talk about other topics at all, since nothing should distract your partner.

Jokes and laughter in bed are not allowed. Any extraneous noise that can destroy efforts has an extremely destructive effect on the created atmosphere of intimacy.

Some women prefer to have sex in silence, and some do not mind whispering something in the ear of their partner during intimate games. But with any words you need to be careful.

Unnecessary Confessions

There is a situation in life when a couple living together sins with the utmost frankness towards each other. This is usually inherent in men, but modern women today have begun to imitate them, without fear of partner jealousy. The retelling of erotic dreams and fantasies, the admiration of famous actors and the bodies of Hollywood stars can easily unbalance a man.

You should not remember your ex-husbands and lovers in his presence, emphasizing their male viability, especially if your current man has erection problems. Also, never confess and flaunt infidelity and participation in group sex, for example, at a corporate party, otherwise the reaction will be quick and may even go as far as domestic murder.

Too frank impressions are better shared with a sexologist or psychotherapist.

Forbidden words and expressions: what not to say

Regular offers to just lie down together without sex quickly discourage them from doing it. A man most likely will not understand that you are tired, but simply decide that he is not interesting to you as a lover. He will probably remember this for a long time and will look for another partner.

If you are really tired, explain it specifically and with the utmost clarity.

A woman's proposal to turn off the light, especially repeated, may not please a man. Men love with their eyes and they like to look at a naked partner.

The offer to serve yourself and finish with the help of banal masturbation, when a naked partner lies nearby, can cool almost any man towards you.

Do not praise your partner and do not call him the best, because this will be perceived as a comparison with the previous ones and your partner will certainly not like it.

If you don't want a man to ejaculate inside you, warn him before intercourse, but not at the moment of male orgasm and discharge.

Do not pester with offers to talk after intimacy, because the man is relaxed and inhibited for a while and may not support your proposal.

Do not ask if a man has already entered you, because he will probably think about the insufficient size of his manhood and this will lead him, as well as his penis, to a state of deep despondency and impotence.

“Come on, give it up, well done!” Be careful with such phrases and do not transfer the plots of porn films to real life. What you see on the screen in half an hour, sometimes takes days to shoot. And few people like to obey commands.

"Is everything already?" - such a phrase can morally kill any man, because he will decide that he tried in vain for you.

Do not ask if he loves you and if you will be together, because it just knocks you out of the rhythm, and it is possible that you want to run away as soon as possible, taking things in an armful. Have such conversations outside the bedroom.

If you scream during sex and strangers can hear you, try to do it into the pillow, otherwise the man may be embarrassed.

There are certain phrases that can help a man satisfy a woman, provided that they express his true feelings. They should not be used only for the sake of arousing a woman. It is very important that these phrases become an expression of his true feelings, which he probably does not consider it necessary to talk about. I offer you a list of twenty such phrases:

"You are so Beautiful".

Saying something like that, waiting for you to rip off her clothes and start poking your dick wherever you go, you can never do it sincerely enough. Most likely, the meaning is to be distorted beyond recognition, and it will sound in her mind like: "I'll tell you anything, just come on, let's get together with the genitals." The vast majority of women will think so, and frank ugly women will even consider it a uniform mockery and joke

"You are the embodiment of my dreams."

It won't be a very big stretch if you've been dating her for two years and you haven't even kissed her yet, but if you have a sexy gleam in your eyes, which is most often the case in your case, and you are squealing with impatience like a bored puppy, such a move will certainly be regarded as a gross lie. Who would believe that a male thirsty for sex dreamed of something good, bright and unique. Do not underestimate women's intuition, and even more so trample on it in such a shameless way.

"I love you so much".

The author so easily included in the duty list a phrase that many never dare to utter in their entire lives, that you can’t help but think about his complete ignorance in such a matter as the psychology of a woman, but I won’t judge by one mistake, decide for yourself. What will you do in this case. I had one such acquaintance who said this every time before plunging his accursed offspring into a woman's body.

"I would like to live with you all my life."

And here's the complete nonsense. Not a single normal man, being in his right mind and solid memory, will utter this phrase, initially burning all bridges for retreat. This overnight makes him addicted, because he actually proposed to the woman, and in a specific form. After such a phrase, it would be blasphemous to go to bed and have anal sex, it would be more logical to go and take the application to the registry office and calmly wait for the wedding night.

"You turn me on so much."

The fact that a woman excites you cannot be said in words, for this there is a completely responsible body responsible for demonstrating this very excitement. Not all women know how impressive arousal in pants should look, so they are waiting for something supernatural, and here is an unsupported phrase. Yes, after her, the guy should become not just the eighth wonder of the world, he should plunge his lady into a sexual shock.

"Your breasts turn me on."

The rarest representatives of the weaker sex like their breasts. The shape of this very mammary gland is so unstable that if in the morning it still somehow fit into the female patience, in the evening the lady is ready to go to the plastic surgeon. Your statement, reaching her ears at the wrong moment, will become a burning match in a tank of gasoline. No, I do not press with my arguments, I only recall cases from my life when I inadvertently wedged similar phrases into dialogues.

"I enjoy touching your delicate skin."

Every evening and every morning, 99.9% of women take out their plasterer-painter kits and begin to work wonders with their appearance, this naturally turns them on, but also completely removes the excitement of the opposite sex. Both sides really know at what price tender skin is given and how many curses are sent to each other during this marathon. And here everything looks like a primitive mockery.

"I love holding you in my arms."

No comment, because the phrase really does not affect anyone's pride, does not contain outright lies and is generally neutral.

"I love your chest."

And off we go again. Well, firstly, there was already something similar, because loving breasts and being excited by its appearance is about the same thing. Maybe there is some difference, but obviously not in the process of sexual games.

"I love your legs." I. "Your breasts are great."

There are practically no women whose consciousness would be consistent with their shape of legs, so if you pay attention to them, all her real and imaginary shortcomings will immediately pop up in front of a woman, with which she has been struggling throughout her life, and this will affect intimacy in as a cold shower. At least that's what I've experienced in my life. This is equivalent to how a friend tells you about the great size of your dignity, although you have been dissatisfied with them since childhood.

"Your lips are perfect."

Has anyone tried to compliment a woman on beauty when she just woke up in the morning? When she runs and hides until she puts on war paint with perfume? Lips are considered expressive only in case of a successful combination of make-up, powder, tone, gloss, viscosity and other attributes of the perfume industry. When you smeared them on her face with your greedy lips, they are a spectacle for horror films, and even in pitch darkness she understands this, and you with a compliment on this matter. Yes, any girl fifty times after each kiss climbs behind a mirror or asks: “Did I not smear my lips?”.

"You are so pleasant to the touch."

"You are so hot".

"You are so delicious."

"You're so wet."

I would not object to epithets like tender, affectionate, sexy, exciting, seductive and so on, it seems to me that this is what the original author had in mind when using bourgeois words tasty, juicy, hot, sexy, but the translator obviously used the broken “Prompt ”, and all the readers wound on their mouths that they will have to unwind for the rest of their lives.

"I'm all yours".

Such a statement will certainly make a woman think about who you were before her, and it’s good if she doesn’t know that person, but if she does. In this case, all her excitement will turn to zero, and at best you can start all over again, and at worst she will begin to compare herself with her predecessor, and even if the heel on her shoes is a centimeter shorter than that of the previous one - write, it's gone . Women's psychology is unpredictable even in the obvious.

"All my love belongs to you."

The word love means many things, but no one can explain what. Women invest so much in it that if you list it to men, they would even erase it from dictionaries, so rushing to them means giving a woman a reason to have the most specific rights on you, and this, as I said a little higher, is fraught. Yes, and it’s stupid to somehow talk about feelings when sperm is splashing out of the ears, and eggs are bursting with impatience. It's like a long first toast - the guests are ready to kill the speaker or fill him with saliva.

"I love making love to you."

Making love means in normal language having sex, and having sex is nothing more than fucking when it is said in relation to a man, so the initial phrase reaches the female ear as: "I like to fuck you." Whatever tone it is said, it will sound like a phrase from a porn movie, you must admit, this is far from the expected romance on your part. Not bad to add: "And how I love it when you suck me." Get a complete set.

"I want you so much".

A normal phrase, but it should be said, in my opinion, not in bed, but in the process of undressing, this really warms up many women, especially those who do not expect a long foreplay with you.

These phrases, spoken loudly or in a whisper in your ear, will help a woman feel loved, which will open the way for her most secret sexual desires.

Women always rewarded me with thunderous applause when I listed these phrases. The words about the chest were especially successful. Men do not understand that women need to hear such words all the time. A man may feel during sex that his partner's breasts are great, but it never occurs to him that she wants to hear his confession. He mistakenly believes that it is enough to touch the chest.

I have absolutely nothing against the author of the original and the author of the translation, so, thoughts out loud for the reader. Let everyone choose their own style of correct behavior in bed, but they were not too lazy to read about the author from Bourgeois - it turns out to be a former monk who escaped from the monastery and plunged into all serious things with women. I understand his enthusiasm, but his attempt to educate people in sexology, he defended his thesis in this area, not really. The psychology of a male is given from birth, and if one in bed with a guttural growl can express the whole gamut of sexual feelings and a woman does not understand, but feels it with her whole body, with every cell, then another, whether he is a monk or not, will first have to retell her the entire bourgeois encyclopedia.

When you say it congruently - it shows you as a male and confident man, which is a plus.
Also, a big role in the correct perception of these phrases by a girl is your non-verbal, your facial expressions, your mood.
With such phrases and your non-verbal, it is advisable to show the girl that a quick seduction is the norm for you, that you are an unusual boring guy - so that the girl feels comfortable with you, so that she does not feel easily accessible from the fact that you are rapidly approaching.
At such moments, it is especially important if you feel and want to touch the girl - do it.

It is advisable when pronouncing some of these phrases, especially before sex, not to allow a look into the eyes of the girl, so that this is not a question / request for the girl, but a command, for example, when you say to the girl, let's lie down - at this moment you need to lie down and to lay her down, when you say let's hug, you must simultaneously begin to hug the girl at the same time as these words.

Some of the phrases are questions, but you don’t need to wait for an answer to them, you just need to confirm it with your actions right after the question, for example, a question to a girl, Do you want to kiss me? You pull the girl towards you and kiss her.

Some of the phrases sound like questions, but they are not pronounced in order to hear the answer from the girl, but in order to show her your power over her - which will reduce her resistance before sex, since she will consider that you do not care about her excuses :-) After these phrases, without waiting for an answer, do what you asked about ...

I liked your breasts - I want to caress them.

You have such a waist... is it for riding?
You have such a waist... is it to hug her?

Mmm, you have such great breasts - I want to suck on them.

Bend your back.

You have such beautiful eyes... you must be smart.

You have such a beautiful look - and make a girl's face.

Your eyes are on fire.

Stick out your tongue.

You say to a girl - Tell me something nice / lewd, say it in my ear.

What tender lips you have, I will bite them ... a little bit / a little bit.

Oh you dirty animal.

Pose for me.

You have such legs, I want to touch them.

Show your butt.

Pivot your ass.

Your legs are so... mmm, let's caress them.

Rub on me.

Where are you more comfortable? when i touch you Here? - paw her, here? - you paw her.

I already kissed this boob / cheek, now I need another one so that she is not jealous.

Lick my ear.

What's your ass.

Bend over.

Go here.

Let's hug.

The girl says - you are so impudent / you are so arrogant.
You - Nuu .... a man should be like that.

What tender skin you have - you gently run your hand over her skin.

So cute - you stroke her face / straighten her hair.

Mmm, how nice you smell, I want to sniff you all out.

You have such a slim figure, I like it, just like mine.

The girl asks - and often do you bring girls to yourself like that?
You - It happens, it's cool, one of the joys of life, and girls like it. With this answer, you show the girl that her being at your house is absolutely normal, and this liberates the girl.

Mmm, what a pretty... give me a cheek - you kiss her on the cheek.

Let's go to my place, I want to talk to you, let's sit and watch a movie, I live here very close, take a taxi for a couple of minutes, let's go, then I'll see you off - when you say something like that to a girl - then I'll take you / put you in a taxi - it gives her a sense of security.
And when you chatter her with details like, I live nearby, go blah blah blah for a couple of minutes - then it becomes easier for her to decide to go to your house.

Girls are driven by emotions and feelings, and if your exciting words work on her, then she will be turned on and then it will be much easier to have sex with her.

Girls are pleased to hear such sexy words, a girl is pleased to realize that she sexually attracts and excites a man.

The sacred duty of every pick-up artist is to say these exciting phrases as many times as possible, to as many girls as possible :-)

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What are the exciting words for men to use

Sometimes we are surprised, but this does not affect the change in the behavior of a man. It would seem that a man loves with his eyes, and a woman with her ears. Let's break stereotypes!

Men, like us, tremble from an affectionate, but well-timed word. They just don't show it sometimes.

Every woman wants to learn how to excite a man correctly, whisper words that will excite not only his mind but also his flesh. Not surprising, because each of us wants to be always loved and attractive, and knowing how to get a man with one word - also the most desirable!

Exciting words for men

When a man is in the mood for intimacy, anything can turn him on. It all depends on the preferences of your chosen one. Some men love it when their girlfriend is very loud in bed. Others love obscene language. There is nothing to be ashamed of, this is why sex exists, to embody your wildest ideas and open up to your partner. By studying your partner, you will know which words and phrases will absolutely guarantee you success.

What phrases excite a man

1. I am yours, dear .... Take me!
2. I want you…. Touch me without ceasing.
3. Take me now, please….
4. Undress me with a look!
5. Enter me as deeply as possible….
6. I love you to a complete loss of consciousness ....
7. My body burns with impatience and excitement….
8. What are you thinking about now, dear?.. At your touch, I feel a gentle trembling ....
9. I dream to feel you .... I love your whole body!
10. You turn me on so much when you take a shower. I want to feel your wet body.

A man can be disturbed by his own name, pronounced both before and during sex. It is advisable to pronounce it in a whisper and a gentle timbre.

Do not forget to repeat the phrases "More, more, faster, yes, yes, I want, I want ...". This is very exciting for the male sex.

If you are at the initial stage in a relationship, you should be more careful and tactful with exciting words. After all, you still know little what your friend loves, what fantasies he imagines, whether he loves tenderness or rudeness.

Therefore, pick up universal tricks and tricks in which there will be a slight hint of sex and nothing more. But just don't overdo it! You don't want to appear slutty and vulgar in the eyes of your boyfriend, do you? Save this for your honeymoon, where you're sure to shine!

Exciting compliment words

1. Use erotic phrases in everyday situations. For example, your friend asks where you wanted to go today - to which you reply: “Today I really WANT to visit Chinese cuisine. I love to wield these funny wands!”
"I get great pleasure from shopping."
“I want you to TAKE me to football/bowling/tennis. I love to watch you chasing balls."

2. Use compliments that work on a man without fail.

"After our first kiss, I felt my chest burning"
“Your strong hands wield this hammer / or other tool perfectly.
"Touch me, I think I'm cold."

In general, experiment, speak to the emu sincerely, gently, in a whisper, leaning slightly towards him on the shoulder, breathe into his ear. Men burn with desire when they hear our hot breath, repeating his name, words of love and just compliments.

Having studied all the subtleties of the impact of words on your man, you will not only have a wonderful passionate lover, but also awaken a burning passion in a long-term relationship.

This applies, for example, to married couples who, after a long life together, have lost faith that it is possible to light up in a new way and look at each other with eyes full of lust.

Show your husband that you can be different, whisper affectionate words to him that you have never said before. Do not be afraid to be liberated and sincere.

Enjoy your evenings and sleepless nights!

Road poles rushed around bringing with them some sense of anticipation of freedom and joy for life. I was going to the resort, I wanted something, I wanted the sea, wind and noisy seagulls on the sand. It was fresh and joyful.
Everything was left behind - the house, the native streets, the boulevard that had grown up, and the bustle of the city. I was driving to the sea. The company was left behind, songs with a guitar on the boulevard, light songs already sung a thousand times, disappointments and joys a sip of cold beer; the insane chant of friends of simple motives, tired evening passers-by, and just people whom I thought I had seen all my life are the same. Something was still breathtaking and carried forward, away from the fleeting pillars of the road.
You know that feeling when, after tiring hours of driving, you see the outlines of the sea, huge, bringing hope and joy.
Strange, but for some reason, when you leave the city, you still do not feel completely free, there remains some kind of attachment to everyday life. A completely different feeling comes when it's time to return.

Hello, I said to the girl sitting on the sand heated during the day - I like your hair, and you, in an idyll with all this surroundings, - You look like a mermaid, a sea dweller, and I like being with you now.
She smiled sweetly .., easily, as strangers usually do when meeting a new person. I was glad, warmth swept through my body somewhere deep into my heart and, probably, remained somewhere in the depths of my soul.
We were just talking, talking plain language about simple things- about the sun, about the air, the sky, the sea. All these words gradually made me a primitive man, a particle of nature. Environments without worries and all the hustle and bustle. I was calm, relaxed. I rested.
I touched her golden hair, thousands of delicate creatures that someone must have loved, someone who was left there in the turmoil and dust. But it was just us, me and her. And this could mean only one thing - that we are both free and completely calm. We enjoyed life, enjoyed nature, enjoyed ourselves as a particle of this very nature.
It seemed to me that I was in love, I am a strange person, and therefore I fall in love with everything beautiful and warm in relation to me.
Gentle kiss. Light and fresh, warm. I touched her body, it was elastic and warm, fresh and very tender, pleasant, it was like in a fairy tale.
Light summer clothes always give us tenderness, beauty and an insane feeling of falling in love. I bowed to her like a prince in a fairy tale, I kissed her body, it seemed to me the most beautiful creature in this world. She also timidly touched my body, threw her head back and light hair for a second developed in the air, striking with its lightness and perfection.
I felt every part of her body, I felt her gentle touch on my body, it was so nice that it's impossible to say how simple it is without feeling it all.
She slowly wrapped herself around me like a mermaid, I felt that I was already licking on the warm sand, and there - at the top of the thousands of twinkling stars that we so rarely notice in cities.
And then I felt a slight tickle, my breath took over. I felt like something soft and warm touches my penis, wraps around the head and gently sweeps from the bottom to the very end. I leaned back, I was just not where I thought it was, it's hard to tell if I was at all at that moment.
I looked at this lovely creature. Her sweet lips swallowed my cock deep into themselves, sweeping along the trunk to the very base; then back, and at the end they sweetly slid down on the head and the pink tongue repeated circular movements around the base, then again to the bottom, .. even deeper and further ... It seemed she was delighted with this lesson no less than me, I felt how she starts . She began to moan, it was strange to hear something else besides the sound of the sea and the wind. She sucked my cock more and more with great desire, it seemed that she wanted to suck me all out through a huge head that could hardly fit into her plump lips, fell into her mouth and there a crazy tongue made thousands of movements around her.
I felt that I could not stand it for a long time, she also understood everything perfectly and with great diligence gave me a blowjob. There came a moment when I and she knew exactly what would happen next, she abruptly thrust my cock deeply into her mouth, a few passionate movements and I felt a river of sperm pour out of my accumulated head - she did not have time to swallow it, sperm flowed from her mouth along the trunk , she swallowed again and shoved it even deeper. She sucked every last drop out of me. When she raised her head and kissed my navel and stomach, a stream of sperm was pulled from her mouth over my body, she once again walked with her skillful tongue over my penis ...
By this time it was already dark. She was sitting next to me. I felt like I had known her for a thousand years.

I love my work. To be honest, I'm not blunt. Who else, except a doctor, can afford to talk so shamelessly about the most intimate? Ask and find out such things that will be enough for a book for the anxious. Most of all I like to bring work into my personal life. Play your profession. I remember how the idea to play doctor and patient came to my mind. I was waiting for my boyfriend from work. Dimka was delayed again, overtime. The thought flashed to throw a scandal, but flew by. It is better to arrange a mischievous game.
I undressed and stood under the warm jets of the shower. I felt them all over my skin. Pleasant excitement ran through the body. Exactly what you need. Stepping out of the shower, she looked at herself in the mirror. A stunningly slender and sexy girl looked at me, straightening her shoulders and proudly tossing her head. Challenge burned in her eyes. I winked at my reflection and put on bright red lingerie. This color alone led to ecstasy. I woke up very frank and obscene thoughts. Too easy. A snow-white robe lay over the bra, almost half exposing her breasts. Why fasten it: I have nothing to hide, and I don’t want to. Openwork lace panties pleasantly cling to the body, caressing. I close my eyes for a second, anticipating my benefit performance. Sweet shiver on the body. I'm ready. On the neck is the pleasant weight of a stethoscope.
Doorbell. As soon as Dimka sees me, his eyes widen.
“Risha,” he only exhales, rushing towards me. - You.
I don't let him continue. I put the stethoscope around his neck like a collar. I pull him towards me. Our lips meet in a kiss. His tenderness penetrates my passion, they are intertwined in the struggle. His lips awaken a maenad in me. He takes his eyes off me for just a second. He pulls off his shirt. She falls to the floor in a blue cloud. I hug him with my leg, unite the heat of our lips again. He squeezes me in his arms, his heat penetrates into my blood.
“You obviously need a doctor, Dmitry,” I smile at the desire in his eyes.
- Undress, - my voice is like an order and a plea, like a mink glove and a cattle driver's whip. He hastily pulls together what still separates us.

His body in all its beauty is in front of me. Want.
I beckon him with my finger. A cold stethoscope touches his chest. His pacifier. Below. Below. There is no longer audible tones of the heart and breathing. Only unbridled passion seething in the blood of my beloved man. I discard the symbol of my profession: we no longer need it. Dimka pulls me close. I pull away and place my lips on his neck. salty taste his skin. The joy of his pleasure. I hug his nipple with my lips. I pull myself in. He groans, running his fingers through my hair.
- My beautiful Risha, - reaches my ears in between caresses and his cries.
"Lie down, patient," I order. Dimka obediently lays down on the dismantled bed. Without thinking for a second, I saddle it, feeling like a furious horsewoman with a cloak fluttering in the wind. There is silent admiration in my boyfriend's eyes. I bow to Dima's face, run my finger along his plump lower lip. He reaches for me, but I don't let him get up. I press his outstretched arms, putting my palms into his, and with languid tenderness I run my tongue over his lips. I touch his lips with mine. Teasing, barely. His brown eyes glow, pupils dilated to the limit. Dima lets out an animal growl, and a second later I find myself under him. What a hot body he has, how this heat turns me on. His strong arms sit me down, his beloved lips press against my shoulder. I feel his hands sliding down my back, unbuttoning my bra. A fresh breeze from the window caresses my breasts. Dima carefully lays me on the pillow. I am no more. Like him. Only the touch of his warm hands, full of tenderness. They don't knead me like a baker kneading dough. Gently and carefully, he caresses my breasts. Only pleasure. Nothing more. He kisses the nipples - and they swell, asking for the heat of his lips:
I don't remember anything else. Only a piercing delight from the love and passion of this man. From the warmth of the beloved body in which I woke up in the morning. His touch to my face in the light of the dawn sun was like a blessing from God. My head rested on his shoulder. Dima touched my temple with a kiss, pressed his cheek to the hair:
- I love you, Risha. Thank you.

Vetlana went home in a bad mood. Her husband in recent times behaved strangely - he avoided intimacy, was annoyed. At first, Svetlana decided that her husband was in trouble at work, but her husband said that things were going well. Yesterday Svetlana decided to have a serious conversation. She asked her husband to be frank. What she heard just blew her away.
The husband told Svetlana that he was tired of the monotonous classic sex. He wanted new thrills. But he is not sure that Svetlana will agree to his proposal.
The proposal was as follows. Svetlana must for a while obey her husband in everything. Follow all his orders, desires and whims. Even the most unusual ones. “Then,” the husband said confidently, “our feelings will flare up with renewed vigor.”

Svetlana loved her husband very much. She was ready to do everything so that harmony would come in their family life. She did not ask in detail what her obedience would be. She simply promised that she would do whatever her husband wanted.
In the morning, Svetlana woke up from a slap in the face. Grasping her reddened cheek, she jumped up and saw that her husband's face was dissatisfied.
- Lustful whore! How dare you sleep when your Master is awake! On knees!
Svetlana already wanted to be indignant, but then she remembered the agreement and silently knelt down. The husband abruptly lowered her head to the floor and put his foot on her head. He suddenly turned from a gentle spouse into an evil master.
- Remember, Bitch, now you are my thing. Any disobedience will be punished. Otherwise - a divorce! Now remember the rules. And he handed her a printout with the rules that a slave must follow. There were many rules. But Svetlana realized that she needed to follow orders unquestioningly and then everything would be in order.
It's been 3 months. Svetlana mastered the rules in 3 months of training, and now her every step was connected with pleasing her husband, whom she now called only “my Master”.
In the morning she got up early, cooked breakfast, put herself in order, and then sat down on her knees and began to wake her Master with kisses. Kiss in the morning she was allowed only member.

The master woke up. Member hardened. Then he just roughly fucked Svetlana in the mouth, filled her face and mouth with sperm. Sperm was not allowed to be washed off. Svetlana walked around the house, down the street, shopping. After that, the owner went to the bathroom. Svetlana sat on the bottom of the bathtub, taking on her body a jet of golden rain. The owner gradually wanted to teach her to drink his urine. He started with the body, but then the jet rose higher, fell into the open mouth. Svetlana swallowed. She was already used to this procedure, thanks to which there was less sperm on her face.

Then the Lord went to breakfast. During breakfast, Svetlana sat on the floor at the feet of the master, trying to guess his wishes. She was either kissing his feet or sucking on his cock or licking his toes. Her master could throw her a piece from the table, which Svetlana carefully took with her teeth, like a dog. Her bowl was in the corner. The owner liked to watch Svetlana lapping from the bowl, having swung her butt off.
Every morning, her husband told Svetlana what name she would have for the day. These were such names as "Nipple", "Creature", "Hole", "Bitch" and others.
This morning, leaving for work, her husband announced to Svetlana that a surprise awaited her in the evening. He ordered to lay a gala dinner in the living room, put on jewelry, make bright makeup

And a haircut. Svetlana was delighted. She decided that her husband was tired of using her as a slave and today he would announce that everything would be the same. But she was embarrassed that the table should be laid for 4 persons. And the fact that she should meet her husband in her usual outfit - a slave (naked, in a small lace apron), kneeling.

By the evening everything was ready. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Svetlana knelt down, preparing, as usual, to lick her Master's shoes. The husband entered, and with him three of his friends. Svetlana knew two. They often talked, the third was her husband's business partner. Svetlana was dumbfounded. She fulfilled all the whims of her husband, but believed that this was their secret. But then her husband jabbed his boot into her face. “The whore did not expect that today she has many masters! I'll bring her to her senses now!" Laughing, he said to his friends. And he explained to Svetlana that all his friends - today will use Svetlana, as they please. Svetlana had no choice but to obey. She licked the shoes of all four men, then led them on all fours to the table.

The men could see everything intimate parts Lights. They made dirty jokes about her. While the men were having dinner, Svetlana sucked everyone's members in turn under the table. Men noticed that the slave was brought up very well. But the husband warned that this is only the beginning. He told the guests that Svetlana can be used as an ashtray, toilet bowl, toilet paper, and most importantly - a machine for sexual entertainment. All evening Svetlana served three men. At first, it was used by three people at the same time, constantly changing places. Then the men became interested in how many members each of Sveta's holes can take at the same time. They managed to put her on 2 dicks at the same time, put 2 dicks in her mouth and fuck her. Swallowing another portion of sperm, Svetlana thanked her tormentors for the "pleasure" that she allegedly received.

The husband did not take part in the orgy, he filmed everything on camera. Sometimes, he spat on Svetlana's face, calling her a lustful bitch. He announced to his friends that now that Svetlana is ready, he would like to make a film about the dog's wedding. First, according to the scenario, a flock of males will run after Svetlana, then the winner will become Sveta's fiancé. A marriage ceremony will be held, and after the ceremony, a mating ceremony. Svetlana will be wearing a veil so as not to break the tradition. Guests will be invited to the ceremony to watch the marriage copulation. In the meantime, the guests continued to have fun. They decided to play hide and seek. Blindfolded, Svetlana had to guess which of the guests was fucking her in the mouth. After several long hours, the men finally left Sveta alone. They expressed admiring comments to the husband and arranged a new meeting.

Svetlana was on her knees. She kissed the feet of all the guests and thanked them. Her whole body was covered in semen, all holes were filled with liquid.
After the guests left, her husband flogged Svetlana for "treason". And called a prostitute for the night. “You understand that now it’s disgusting for me to sleep with you,” he said to Sveta. All night Svetlana not only watched her husband's love games, she prepared their genitals for copulation - licked, sucked, and after the act - licked the prostitute's anus and vagina. When the husband finished the prostitute in the mouth, she spat out all the sperm in Svetlana's mouth, which Svetlana swallowed.

Hello. My name is Sasha. I come from St. Petersburg, but it just so happened that back in early childhood my family moved to live in a small town in the north near Tyumen. I will not specify a specific location. This may seem funny to some, but I do not want to embarrass the only one who is the heroine of this story if she suddenly stumbles upon these lines. I changed her name and my own, as well as changed some details. And I decided to tell about what happened because, four and a half years after those events, I was increasingly overcome by a feeling, if not guilt, then some kind of dissatisfaction with my inaction. After all, this happens, perhaps, once in a lifetime and in the life of only one person out of ten. Perhaps I am exaggerating and in the future I will be able to verify that this is not so. But if I don't get it all down on paper, the emptiness inside of me will continue to widen.

As mentioned above, my childhood was spent in a small town N. Since at the moment I live in a metropolis, I can safely compare my provincial life with urban life. The first has its advantages, but, of course, its disadvantages. The good nature of people can be attributed to the advantages of provincial life. And this is not surprising: 7 thousand people live in the town, and your address does not indicate the street, only the house number. Everyone knows each other, and any, even a minor incident, cannot go unnoticed. Unfortunately, from this main, in my opinion, plus, follows the biggest minus - the restriction of freedom. It's the limitation. If any incident occurs that can tarnish your reputation, then your life will change for the worse. Because in a small town there is nowhere to go, and good nature can turn into hostility.

At that time I was almost seventeen years old. The last year of schooling, by the way, the only one in the entire settlement, did not promise any surprises, and then a completely different life awaited all of us. Someone will go to study at the university in big cities, someone will go to military school etc. Despite the fact that it was April, I did not think about all this, but only calmly prepared for the final exams, which have the disgusting name of the Unified State Examination.
Her name is Nastya. And she was then 34 years old. Even in this story, I do not want to call her by her first name and patronymic, because for me she will forever remain Nastya. I didn't know a better teacher, and probably never will. She taught physical education at our school. For some, the subject is not particularly important, but not for me. I try to lead healthy lifestyle life, my hobby since elementary school- run.

I remember that in the third grade, when Nastya had just started working at our school, I first felt this unusual feeling that you experience when you look, as it seems to you, at an angel. It wasn't love, of course not. It was a sincere admiration for beauty, which, of course, was associated with another, no less wonderful feeling - desire. There is nothing surprising here, because the sexual awakening in boys comes with the image of a woman, and not innocent girls of the same age. Starting from the fifth grade, after elementary school, Nastya began to teach physical education. Already at that time, I was closer to her than any of the students in our class, and maybe the entire school. This was largely due to my intensive training, because they were under her guidance. Considering that team games have always been a priority in our school, it can be said that it was a great achievement for me to be listed among the best students, since neither basketball nor volleyball interested me.

In the sixth grade, I took first places in road races in 1000 and 1500 meters. The first victories are not forgotten, the joy that you share with your favorite coach and teacher is not forgotten either. What could have happened between an 11 year old boy and a 28 year old woman? Of course, nothing. But this did not diminish my passionate attraction to her. Now it’s funny to remember, but when I took two golds, I felt like a winner in everything and even dared to imagine that in some way I was able to conquer Nastya too. But childhood fantasies remained only fantasies. Six months later, she got married. I still have no idea for whom, and I don’t want to know how it was then, at 11 years old.

Everything happened so fast that it was hard to believe. Until recently, I was next to a man whom I extolled above all the rest, and now someone dared to encroach on what is sacred to me. She got married, and some time later, after graduation school year, left. It seemed like forever, so the seventh grade was perhaps the most difficult for me. It seems to be a trifle, you think, a big deal! It's time to grow up, didn't you think that she would always be lonely in her personal life! But how could such thoughts come into my head then? No, that year I began to train much less and did not even go to competitions, because it became indifferent. I ran only for myself and more out of habit.

So it went four years before my last year learning at school. Long before him, I made the conclusions that I described above. I had to move on, I managed to meet interesting girls, but our relationship never went far. At sixteen, I remained a virgin and never considered it a tragedy or abnormal. And then I learned the news, which just excited me. Nastya returns to our town. One. There were various rumors, and they all boiled down to one thing - family life didn't get better. But, again, I was not interested in digging into her underwear, I just wanted to see her. On the line we first met after such a long break. I guess I looked at her too often, because she turned her head in my direction and smiled pleasantly. I was even afraid that Nastya would not remember me. But in her eyes I realized that she had not forgotten me. I was waiting for the first lesson of physical education like no other lesson in all my time at school. The lesson took place in the forest, as usual, there we even have a special track with different distances.

I deliberately lingered to help Nastya collect all the flags. Now that we were completely alone, I could talk to her to my heart's content. But he tried to ask questions very carefully - how could I know what could happen in her life during these 4 years? But she herself willingly told everything, without going into unnecessary details. It turns out that she divorced her husband a year and a half later, but she did not feel much sadness. She said that they did not agree on the characters and peacefully dispersed without making a fuss. Then she lived in the city with her parents for some time, got a job at a local school, but she didn’t get along with the team there and eventually decided to return to our small town. Then she asked how my life was going, and how many medals I managed to win. Then I felt a little ashamed, because I did not participate anywhere else. Nastya scolded me and rightly so.

Then I decided to show off a little, because I did not stop running and therefore told her that if she trained me, then I would win all the races at away competitions in my favorite categories. Nastya replied that, of course, she was only "for". How was she to know that I started all this for one thing only - to stay with her as long as possible.
We started training in September. They were, one might say, individual. Classes at school were held in the morning, so after them we went out together, ran around the football field, which is not far from the school. Here the minus of the small town, which I mentioned earlier, affected. I was surprised when I heard Nastya's answer to my question, why not train on the track in the forest. She said that it would be better to be in sight, otherwise you never know, bad conversations will go. I immediately understood what she meant, but quickly realized that there was truth in her words. Feelings were twofold.

On the one hand, she said it so casually, as if the possibility of an intimate relationship really could take place. But on the other hand, her attitude to such things was felt - no, of course not, an intimate relationship between a teacher and a student is unacceptable. And I wanted her at that very moment ... So our training went on until the first snow. During all this time we have become not just a student and his teacher. We did not become friends in the sense of the word, rather, we were connected by no less strong ties between the coach and his best student. In winter, we went skiing - an activity no less useful than running.

And then came the spring, the time of the competition. I easily won the local competitions and therefore had to represent our city in the district competitions. They passed in another city, it was necessary to go by train to it. Since only I could excel in running, Nastya and I went together. The ride was very long, about 7 hours. Upon arrival, we were met and shown the complex where we will live for two days, where we will find the competition program. At that moment I was in seventh heaven! Two days with my Nastya! Of course, I understood that nothing would come of it, but why not dream at least a little? The complex is luxurious. I had my own number, Nastya was given a room in the building for coaches. In the afternoon, I had to run a 1000-meter race. We were getting ready. I came second in the first race, and in the final I was able to win bronze. Not gold, of course, but also nice! After that, we each went to our own building. For a long time I did not know what to do, but, nevertheless, I decided: I would go to Nastya. Chat. He gave himself the installation in no case not to succumb to his passion. It would have made more sense to stay in the room altogether. But I decided that I could do it. On the way, I bought a liter of juice along with a couple of chocolates in some kiosk and went to Nastya.

When I got to her door, I realized that she was apparently taking a shower and decided that it was not my day today. Pushing the door slightly, I was surprised to find that it was not locked. Decided to enter. But as soon as I stepped over the threshold, I said loudly that it was Sasha who had come, the door was not locked and, they say, here I am ... Nastya came out five minutes later, steamed, just out of the shower ... She was wearing a fluffy white bathrobe, and I began to feel slightly feverish at the thought that there was nothing under it, only her beautiful body. In general, I was not at a loss, I apologized that I had come like this, without warning, I did not know that I could inadvertently embarrass her. She replied that it was nonsense, there was nothing wrong with that, she told me that I could enter the room. We talked, recalled the events of the past day. So two hours flew by, at least.

And then I caught myself thinking that, despite all the efforts of my will, I too often glare at her, mentally even undress her. She probably felt it too. Dusk has fallen. Nastya went to the window and looked around the sports complex. I stood behind her. Her tender neck was a couple of centimeters from my lips. Coming out of my room, I thought I could handle it. But could not. Some unknown force made me gently take Nastya by the waist and kiss her. She got scared and walked away from me. This brought me to my senses a little. I apologized, said that I didn’t know what had suddenly come over me. But then I thought about it and decided: What the hell? I am no longer 11 years old, at least let her know how much attraction I feel for her. Gathering all my will into a fist, I firmly and clearly explained to her what was the matter. In fact, I was shaking all over inside, but I tried to hold on as best I could. I told her that I had been idolizing her for more than a year, that I had never met a more beautiful woman, that just being next to her was a pleasure for me.

When my monologue ended, I felt incredibly relieved. He said everything like a stone from the soul. Nastya silently looked at me. A few seconds later, she came up to me and said frankly that this was normal, she understood me, she even said that she herself sometimes thinks about such things, because she is also a person, not a machine. But there can be no relationship between a teacher and a student, this is wrong. When she spoke the last words, I caught the uncertainty in her voice and immediately understood what was the reason. Nastya at the moment experienced excitement no less than my own. Yes, she is not a machine, she is a sensual woman and nothing human is alien to her. Without saying a word, I pulled her close to me and hugged her tightly. I felt what kind of flame was now raging inside Nastenka, how difficult it was for her to erect that dam that was able to contain the irresistible force of the river, which is called Passion.

I kissed her neck again. This time Nastya responded to the kiss, closing her eyes and giving me freedom in their actions. I had never been so close to a woman before. In his relationships with girls, he never went beyond kissing, while feeling confused and awkward. And then, as if all my complexes and fears were blown away by the wind. It is not clear where, but I knew what to do next. Covering her neck with gentle kisses, I sometimes caressed her with my tongue, while experiencing indescribable pleasure. We lay down on the floor. Nastya was lying on her back, her eyes were slightly clouded. I quickly took off my shirt and pants and continued my caresses. Going down with my tongue lower and lower, I simultaneously and slowly untied the belt of her white dressing gown. When I finished with the belt, I took off her dressing gown, and the most beautiful picture I have ever seen opened my eyes. Kissing Nastenka on the collarbone, I began to descend lower and reached my chest. I felt like a beast was awakening inside of me.

What I just didn’t do: kissed them, gently kneaded, stroked, pulled, caressed with my tongue ... Nastya began to moan and her moans were music to me. Then I began to go lower and reached the tummy. He was very gentle and resilient. After caressing him too, I decided to sink even lower. It was much hotter there. I only remember that I felt like I was in a kind of trance. Caressing her there, I felt the pleasure that Nastya experienced, as if she was caressing me. The warmth of her body made me caress her harder, more sensually. How long it lasted, I can’t even imagine close, it would seem that eternity, but on the other hand, only one moment. But at one point, she suddenly screamed, her hands grabbed my head, began to stroke it furiously, and her legs shook in slight convulsions. All this time, I continued to gently knead her breasts. It does not take a genius to understand that at that moment I brought a woman to orgasm for the first time in my life. Calming down, she whispered her thanks. I knelt down, trying to regain consciousness. Even before that, Nastenka grabbed my buttocks and moved closer to me. After a couple of moments, her head was at the level of my stomach.

With her breasts, Nastenka felt my excitement, which, as it seemed to me, had already reached its limit. She took out a pillow with her hand, slipped it under her head, and then began to gently kiss my penis. I thought that I would explode at that moment, closed my eyes, when I suddenly felt that she had taken her head in her mouth. Electric shock went through me. I looked at her. I couldn't imagine anything more erotic. In my opinion, there is no more erotic and sexier picture than a woman delivering oral sex. Her tongue caressed my head, and Nastya's movements were unhurried, as if she was teasing me. And I was so excited that I decided to take the initiative into my own hands. To the beat of her movements, he began to move his pelvis towards, now my penis entered her mouth halfway.

Nastenka let out moans with almost every new movement, I felt how eagerly her lips clasped my cock, how much her tongue caressed me. It couldn't go on for long. The orgasm was incredibly powerful. Before him, I tried to slow down, but when he came, it was beyond my strength to remain still. The first jet of my sperm went straight into Nastenka's mouth, after which my body twitched from all these sensations, and the second jet hit her right on her upper lip. Nastya smiled, and it was such a happy smile that I stopped feeling any embarrassment. My sperm slowly flowed down her lips and cheek... Nastya got up and went to the bathroom to wash herself. And I stayed on the floor. I was shaking all over. I tried to get up, but my legs did not obey me well, and my knees trembled treacherously. Nastya returned, and we sat for another half an hour. We talked about all sorts of things, laughed. And there was no tension, we both felt great.

It was time to leave. Saying goodbye, I once again thanked her, kissed her on the cheek and went to my building. I felt very good that day.
Then there was the second day of the competition, where I performed, to put it mildly, not very well. We returned to the town with one bronze medal. Our relationship continued, but I see no reason to set forth all the details here. The most important thing, namely, how it all began and passed the first time, I told.
P.S. In the summer, after my first year at the university, I returned to the town on vacation and did not find Nastya. They said she left. Therefore, one of the reasons why I am publishing this story is as follows: Nastya, if you read this, write to me, because you will immediately understand that it is about you and me.

I came to my senses when it was already light outside. The morning rays of the sun made their way through the window and sunbeams played on my naked body. Languidly pulling myself up in bed, I began to recall in fragments what happened that night ... Remembering the touch of a strong, strong man and the pleasure that he gave me, I began to get excited. The hand immediately sank down to my slit, which was already wet. The finger walked around the pea and slid into my girl. A: how sweet... Thinking about my father-in-law, I caught myself thinking that I no longer think of him as a relative and father of my husband, I think of him as strong man who knows how to please a woman and about his thick, elastic penis, which I did not see, but felt with pleasure in my girl. Ah... how I would like to take him in my mouth, I thought, licking myself... This is crazy... he is 56 years old, he is the father of my husband, but I want him so much...
Pulling my finger out of my girl and running it over the clitoris, I licked my juices from it and, pulling myself up sweetly, began to get up. Throwing a robe over my naked body, I headed to the shower. There was silence in the apartment, apparently the mother-in-law was sleeping after a night shift in the hospital, and the father-in-law ... he was probably in his office.
In the bathroom, I began to draw water and let out a fragrant foam, anticipating how I would bask in warm water, bending down to check if it was too hot water I felt like a hand passed along the thigh from the inside to the pussy. Turning sharply, I saw my father-in-law, with his eyes he drilled my breasts, which were no longer hidden by the open robe. He stood in some trainings, and it was clearly visible how an excited member sticks out in his pants. Without realizing my actions, I slowly raised one leg and put it on the edge of the bath, ran my hand over the wet pussy, scooped up my juices with my finger and held out my hand to him. The father-in-law immediately grabbed his hand and began to lick my fingers, and with the other hand to stroke my pussy. Licking my fingers, he licked down and slightly bit the nipple, knelt down and began to passionately lick my girl. He licked my plentiful juices, fingered the excited clitoris with his tongue, licked his lips and again with his tongue like a girl ... Oh, how sweet ... Legs tremble. With one hand I held on to the wall so as not to fall, and with the other I put on his head and stroked him, as if encouraging his actions. The clitoris is sucking, and the middle finger is inside, and the walls of my girl are feeling, teasing ... I feel the inevitable approach of orgasm, I convulsively sit down on my finger and ... Oooh ... My father-in-law felt how the walls of my girl began to randomly squeeze his finger, but he did not stop sucking the clitoris, making the orgasm longer and brighter. Unable to stand it, my legs buckled and I slid down the wall trying to catch my breath ... The father-in-law stroked my cheek, ran a finger over half-open lips, got up, closed the water that I had already forgotten about and began to take off my pants. A beautiful picture opened up to my eyes, a thick erect member swaying from side to side, thick bulging veins ran from the very base to a large mushroom-shaped head. Large massive balls and pubis were shaved, which surprised me very much. I did not expect that my father-in-law, who will soon be 60, takes care of his dignity so much ... In other words, I did not expect and could not think that I would crave his skillful hands, tongue and his thick penis so much. The father-in-law sat down on the edge of the bath with his legs slightly apart, his cock stood with his powerful head up, at the end of which a drop glittered.
- Come to me ... look how I want you ... how he wants you ... - saying this, the father-in-law ran his hand along the trunk, - come to me ... I can hardly restrain myself, baby.
I looked spellbound at his beautiful, powerful cock. Without rising to my feet, on my knees I moved towards him and stood between his powerful hairy legs. She ran her tongue all over the trunk and, reaching the head, began to lick it like a delicious candy, savoring and smacking. She massaged her testicles with her hand, and with her mouth she sat down on his handsome man, tightly clamping the trunk with sponges, sucking, licking with her tongue. I helped with my hand, slightly stroking and moving my hand along the trunk in a circular motion, caressing his bridle with my tongue, slowly ... speeding up the pace ... then all over the penis and down to the testicles, first one in the mouth and played with it with my tongue, then the second, and stroked with her hand ... such a hard, such a thick and tasty member of the father-in-law. And I look into his eyes ... and he strokes his head, and cannot help moaning. And again in my mouth... I suck... changing the pace... deep in my throat, my father-in-law is trembling and I'm already waiting for my sperm to splash out into my throat, but my father-in-law abruptly stops me, pushes me away... trying to catch my breath.
- Minx... You will be left without the main dish... Get up... I want to fuck your juicy narrow hole, sit down... sit on it and jump, my sweetie... just don't rush... I want to fuck you for a long time...
I got up, turned my back to him so that his legs were between mine and started to sit on his knees. Holding his cock with his hand, he directs the head into my crack, and the other strokes my ass. I felt his cock pushing the walls of my girl. Slowly, without haste, I sat down on him. The father-in-law took my ass and began to press, put on his stake, with one hand tugging at my clitoris.
- Do you like it when I fuck you, honey?
- Yes ... - I said through a groan.
- Say it louder, I didn't hear it.
Sitting on his lap and doing rotational movements with my pelvis, I answered loudly:
- Yes! I like... . I like it when you fuck me... oooh... I couldn't help moaning, forgetting that my mother-in-law was sleeping after a night shift at the hospital. After that, the father-in-law hugged me by the tummy, pressed me tightly to him and began to gently and slowly rise, so that his penis would not slip out of my girl. Leaning on the sink, I arched my back and spread my legs even wider. He took me by the waist and put it on his penis, rhythmically, abruptly... bending over, he squeezed my chest and pulled my nipples, and fucked me, quickly, driving his piston into me. After 10 minutes of vigorous fucking, by moans and sudden movements, I realized that my father-in-law was now the tip and I moaned:
- Cum in my mouth... I want your cum.
A few pushes and a father-in-law with groans, abruptly came out of me, turned me over, and I knelt down and took his penis into my mouth and began to vigorously suck and stroke, as a tight, tart stream of sperm shot from his thick penis into the sky, which I barely had time to swallow. The father-in-law was breathing heavily and stroking my head like an obedient girl, squeezing the last drops out of himself.
- You're driving me crazy, baby. I want to fuck you always and everywhere... you won't resist it, will you?
- No ... - quietly escaped from me.