Arina

- Ladies First!

The boss opened the hotel room door for me. I entered first. I swear Sobolev was staring at my ass. In a second, I realized that I thought so not in vain. The impudent man overtook me from behind, hugged me, squeezing me in a bear hug and rubbed his stone, large bulge in his pants against my ass.

“How could I have missed such an ass before?” I would have her for a long time ...

Ignat Valeryevich made several eloquent movements, demonstrating what exactly he would do with my booty.

Went went to the ram. Fucked. Fucked. Ripped out.

Only the most terrible epithets came to mind. One of the epithets was obscene. To make matters worse, the viciously forward movement of the boss's hips felt like sweet squeezes somewhere inside my feminine essence. I had no idea she was so vicious, hungry for sex.

"Enough," she struggled out of her boss's possessive grip. “Enough of my vile harassment. I won't go in the eye! She threatened and deliberately yawned loudly.

- Are you going to sleep? Ignat asked with surprise.

“Actually, it’s getting light already!” pointed out the window.

“Dawn,” the boss agreed and began to undress.

Ordeals and adventures occupied most of the night. I fled to a small town with a population of one hundred and thirty thousand people. There were only two trauma centers in the entire city, and one was closed for repairs. The load on the emergency room in a city with a hundred and thirty thousand people turned out to be rather big. We had to wait in line. The boss's black eye was the least of the problems. One person nearly died, bleeding to death. The second cradled the severed ear in his palms ...

I had enough of such horrors for the rest of my life! By the way, Ignat received only one small stitch under his eye, where the cork had displaced the skin. They added a bandage on top and told to see an ophthalmologist. The eye was intact, perhaps a little injured, but nothing happened.

Ignat flatly refused to return to the apartment I rented, calling it a bedbug. Only in the morning the boss rented a hotel room.

In a word, I was very tired and wanted to sleep. Fucking with the boss was not in my plans. However, the boss was in a different mood. The eloquent bump under the fabric of the swimming trunks hinted that Ignat longed to continue what he started in the back seat of the car.

- This needs to be discussed.

- You have to love it. You can start by getting on your knees! the boss ordered.

I hardly looked away. Ignat was an older man, but very well built. Impressive physique: broad shoulders, muscular chest and chiseled abs, hard as stone. Military bearing, short haircut, metallic look.

Underpants could be squeezed out only after the initial examination. I don't know why he had such an effect on me. The reference handsome boss could not be called!

However, something much deeper and more primordial was felt in Ignat - exclusively masculine, something that was appreciated by all women, without exception. Waves of confidence and strength emanated from my boss, it was much more important than a pretty face. Probably, for this you can forgive the unbearable obscenity, and the boorish attitude, and much more.

But I didn't want to forgive. Nobody. Never. Even myself for shameful weakness. I just wanted to live without problems, and my butt, convulsively shrinking from the menacing promises of the boss, felt that by contacting this man, I would bring problems to Mount Everest.

- Listen...

“Listen,” he approached and grabbed my shoulders with steel fingers. “I want to hear you moan.

- That could be a problem. I'm... frigid! - Tried to get out.

- You flowed. This cannot be called frigidity!

- Believe me, the beginning is always promising, and then ... Further there will be problems! - blurted out on the move, coming up with an excuse.

- Do you have problems with sex?

I have trust issues with men.

- I'm talking about sex. You tell me about trust. We are talking about different things.

- In men, perhaps trust and sex can exist separately from each other. But women are different. No trust, no sex.

- I'm having sex today.

- Rape me?

I looked Ignat in the eyes and did not find anything in them, except for reinforced concrete intentions to fuck. She shuddered in fear. He frowned and let me go, but not for long.

"Jerk with your hand," he demanded.

- What?!

You said you have problems. I'll think about what can be done about it! the boss said confidently. Trust me, I'm an exceptional problem solver. Tomorrow will be busy. Now we both need to sleep, and sleep is best after good sex. You refuse me sex. Well, I won't rape you. So work your hand!

With these words, the impudent boss pulled down his underpants, showing me what I had to deal with. Oops... Breath intercepted! As soon as I saw the reddened large head of the penis with a drop of lubricant, I bashfully looked away.

I'm not a virgin. I'm twenty-five, I had sex with a man, but it was so long ago! Goosebumps literally paced my body, everything inside shuddered with the desire to succumb and try, but just as confidently and loudly, the voice of contradiction rebelled in me.

Is it that simple? Use me like a paper napkin? What the heck?!

No, I won't touch your body!

I stepped back towards the bathroom. Ignat Valeryevich finally got rid of his underpants and moved towards me. Pressing me with a strong body to the bathroom door, he leaned over, dousing his face with a hot exhalation.

- Get started.

A hot, heavy cock pushed hard into her thigh.

- I will not do it. Somehow. I'm sure you know how, but I ... No. I won't! - I had a hard time finding words.

Justifying thoughts simply vanished into a haze. The mind carefully, from afar, considered the current situation, making notes for the future.

— Are you afraid? He does not bite, - Ignat made a push with his hips. - Can only fuck.

- I'm sure it is. But I still...

“Either that, or on your knees,” the boss pressed hot on my shoulder. “I won’t go without sex.

“Maybe you can agree with your palm?” Or hire a prostitute?

- Where? asked in an upset voice. - You left for such a backwater that even prostitutes here have twenty years of experience!

Are you used to others? Doesn't work with normal women?

I cautiously looked into Ignat's face. The lips were tightly compressed, and the jaws stood out on the cheekbones. A bluish wreath clogged on the left temple.

“I think I guessed right.

- You guessed it only with the fact that a long-term relationship does not interest me! Come on, Arina. My patience is running out.

Wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock, the boss moved his fingers up and down.

"Good job, keep up the good work." Then accelerate and there will be a finish line! I advised.

I had to stop looking. But there was something mesmerizing about the way the boss stroked his impressive erection.

You know the theory, it's time to start practicing!

With these words, Ignat squeezed my wrist with his fingers and forcibly lowered his palm to his petrified penis.

- Get started!

The boss did not remove his palm from mine, continued to press and move. I suppressed a gasp with a groan. The steel of his hard cock pulsed under his velvety, soft skin.

Hot lollipop under soft wrap.

The heat intensified a thousand times. With my palm and fingers, I felt the relief of each swollen vein. Fingers easily slid up and down the impressive length.

Large. Heavy. Hot. Beautiful.

"Cocks can't be pretty!" I mentally uttered in a stern tone, but who was I trying to deceive?!

Ignat Valeryevich's member beckoned me like a forbidden candy that I wanted to lick and hold in my mouth. I spent three years without a man! Three years! This was quite enough for the wounds to heal a little after the betrayal and again I wanted to feel, if not loved, then at least desirable!

There was no doubt that Ignat wanted me. How he had a member. Just a sledgehammer!

"Keep going, you're doing great!"

The hoarse voice of Ignat Valeryevich doused the skin with forbidden heat, causing a wave of intoxicating trembling. I carefully looked away. But I wanted to watch! This did not escape the attention of a strict boss.

- You can watch. I like to watch you look. Say you don't care.

The hoarse voice with frequent breathing acted as an aphrodisiac for me. My throat was suddenly dry, I began to breathe just as quickly and licked my lips.

- Mmm ... What kind of tongue do you have.

- Enough!

- I won't stop. Your tongue has yet to try it!

The boss pressed, forcing me to speed up the movements of the hand. Then he carefully removed his hand and hugged me, pressing his lips into the crook of my neck. There was no more pressure. I could stop moving my fingers over the penis, I could not touch it, not bring it to the final.

Could?

Or not…

Most likely, if I stopped doing what I was doing, he would make me resume petting! But the truth is, I liked it myself. I liked to feel how the member was filled with hardness and throbbed with impatience. It was nice to feel Ignat's lips on my neck - so firm, confident. He knew what he was doing and knew how to start.

- Continue. Faster!

Large male hands fell on my hips and slowly slid under the dress, pulling it up. Fingers walked along the elastic leggings.

"Why are you wearing those pants, woman?" moaned the boss. - You will walk around naked. Naked and wet...

"Something else," she answered with a tremble. - It won't. I… I have problems,” the lie murmured again. - Big problems!

- Oh yes ... Very!

The boss's palm went up and squeezed my chest, starting to crumple hard. It felt like I was being fried in a hot pan. I didn't know what to do with my own feelings. Desire pulsed between her legs. I tightened my thighs and made it worse. I wanted to get rid of the tension.

- Yes? - the boss grinned, expertly running his hand under the leggings and moving his fingers to the side soaked through underwear. “Yeah…” he croaked.

His fingers managed to make only two circles around the clitoris, squeeze it a little, and I was suddenly covered with an orgasm. I began to tremble and completely lost control of myself, moving my fingers on the machine. A hot fire blazed downstairs, and the boss prolonged the pleasure, making me scream with pleasure with experienced pressing.

"Come here, silly!"

I lost control for just a moment! The boss quickly pulled off my leggings, turned me around to face the door and quickly entered. With one powerful thrust, his cock went deep as hell!

Tears gushed from his eyes. So deep So hard... Oh shit, the boss has a really big and fat dick and I haven't been with men in a long time! I was torn in two by hot steel.

“Ignat… Valeryevich… Ah-ah-ah…” I groaned. - It hurts!

"You're good, fool!"

The boss grabbed my wrists tightly, pulled them behind my back and squeezed with one hand, while the other tightly squeezed my neck. Don't break out. Ignat abruptly pulled his hips away and again thrust them all the way. I screamed. Sparks scattered before his eyes and dark circles swam. Sharp teeth closed on my earlobe. The movements became sharper and more jerky.

I heard my own long groan.

“God,” she breathed out in a hoarse, low voice, not recognizing herself.

“You hold on so tight, I already want to cum.”

Oh… I couldn't answer! A few insanely hot minutes melted me as a person, turned me into a clot of pleasure. I moaned, I myself sat down on a hard, hot piston, which was moving at top speed.

Wet and loud squelching. It couldn't be me! Or it could… I again lacked air, and my lower abdomen was strongly drawn from bright flashes and hard movements, pushing me into the fiery abyss of a new orgasm.

I whimpered and moaned, biting my lips. The body shuddered in powerful bouts of pleasure. A moment later, the boss cursed and left, began to frantically move his fist on the cock, spraying my ass with viscous streams of warm, thick sperm.

Shot…

Oh my God! What a shame!

“You see, your problems are far-fetched,” he exhaled hoarsely, kissed his neck viscously and confessed. - It's a pleasure to fuck you!

I could barely stand. The boss carried me to the bathroom.

“Wash and sleep,” he ordered in a stern tone.

After the order, he gave me a fixed look, sighed, muttered something under his breath, undressed me and washed me. Myself! His movements were clear and confident, but without unnecessary encroachments! As if there was no crazy sex at the bathroom door. Then the boss just as quickly wiped me off with a fluffy towel and laid me on the bed, pulling the blanket up to my chin. He kissed his forehead loudly.

“Now sleep, my love. I bet you'll fall asleep in a minute. After sex always sleep sweeter!

"That's a mistake," he barely had the strength to mumble.

- I agree. You have to be wrong more often.

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