Nastya looked at herself for the last time. Yes, it can probably be called beautiful. A fair-haired girl, under the meter seventy, typically Slavic appearance, light velvet skin and big eyes the color of wet asphalt. Now dressed in a light blue dress, ending well above the knees, open sandals and a light raincoat. She looked at herself in the mirror and thoughtfully tugged with the thumb of her right hand a ring of yellow metal on her ring finger ...
... It started about six months ago - a big trouble at work with her husband. He was a man who had access to big money, could invest in risky enterprises, and forgave him a lot, even when investments did not return - his boss, Boris Andreevich, knew that everything would pay off tomorrow - his Dima justified his hopes.
But then disaster struck. Dima took too many of the wrong people and could not return. Calls began, Dima swore on the phone, twice beaten home, retired from work. Nastya was afraid for her husband, for herself, for their little two-year-old daughter, whom she gave birth immediately after the institute - at 22 years old.
The last drop of this nightmare happened yesterday, Nastya was walking with the girl, and it seemed to her that someone was watching her, and even taking pictures. And then in Dima's e-mail she saw a letter with those photos, her and her daughters, and the text: “Pay or pay your bitch”
She was frightened, really, for herself, for her husband and most of all for her daughter. Her first desire was to call the police, run to write a statement, seek salvation from people in uniform. “Don't be a fool!” She scolded herself almost immediately.
The police will begin to figure out what and how, find out how it all began, find out about Dina’s games with other people's money and Nastya was not sure that all these games are legitimate. He will come out on Boris Andreevich and after this, she, a young girl, will only have to find a place in the forest where she will be buried.
“No, we need another way out! Another way out! Exit! ”She told herself, as if this could somehow solve the problem. And suddenly her thoughts came back to Boris Andreevich, a fat boar of about fifty, whom she had seen a couple of times and during these meetings his eyes seemed to stick to Nastya, disgusting, disgusting, such that later they really wanted to wash themselves.
Nastya knew he could "handle" the situation. But she also understood: “He simply will not take money, and there is no money,” And again she remembered his sticky look. So that the skin ran goosebumps, and it became disgusting.
Desperate: "I can not!" And the thought of deciding the outcome of the internal struggle: "For the sake of my daughter, I am ready for anything!"
Andreevich was recorded in the phone of her husband. She copied it into her phone and, going to the bathroom, and turning on the water, dialed these ten numbers.
The tube was taken after the third beep:
- Yes? - a coarse male voice on the other end.
- Boris Andreevich ?! - Nastya struggled with the desire to press the hang up
- Yes, this is it.
- This is Nastya Smolnova - the wife of Dima, your former employee.
- Ah ... Nastya. Hello, what is due to such a late call?
- Boris Andreyevich, - Nastya felt a lump in her throat, - you know, my husband and I have problems!
“I know,” the man’s voice grew serious, “I’m sorry.”
- Wait, - Nastya was now afraid that he would hang up, - could you help us ?!
Five painful seconds passed, and finally, Nastya heard:
- Could.
- Can you help?
- It is difficult, your Dima has seriously fallen into earnest, very seriously, - in Boris Andreevich’s voice it seemed to read: “I can help, but what will I have from this?”
“You will have me, a stranger young wife who is ready for everything and you already understood that! Yes? Old fat goat! ”
“I could come to you if you would help us,” Nastya felt her cheeks start to burn with shame.
Again, five seconds of silence and:
- Tomorrow, at about ten in the evening, to the office, remember where your husband worked? Everything is going to disperse, and we can calmly talk.
- I will come, - Nastya felt that now she would burn with shame.
- Well, come on, I'll be waiting.
The next day, Dimka left for a day - now he worked as a security guard and did not receive a quarter of his previous earnings for his work.
Nastya took her daughter to a neighbor, Aunt Masha and asked to look after the child.
Then she washed, made up, sprayed perfume on the neck, on the wrists and a drop on the carefully shaved pussy.
She put on her most candid dress, threw condoms into her purse, once again looked at herself in the mirror and left the house ...
... The elevator arrived at the right floor and the doors with a slight rustle opened.
Nastia, as if waking up, blinked a couple of times, pulled the wedding ring off her finger and threw it in her coat pocket. I got out of the elevator, stopped, put my hands behind my back, felt and clicked the bra clasp, and after a couple of simple manipulations, pulled it out of the top of the dress. Her young, resilient boobs of the second size pulled on the thin fabric of the dress and distinctly stood out tubercles of nipples.
She threw the bra in her purse and was pleased: "It's better today I sell myself more expensive."
Nastya went to the door and pressed the bell. In the empty building the bell rang very loudly. Then the automatic lock clicked off and the door opened. Nastya crossed the threshold and looked around - in the office was empty. One of the doors opened, and Boris Andreevich appeared on the threshold of the office.
“What a freak he is” flashed through Nastya’s head while she tried to stretch her lips into a kind of welcoming smile. About her height. The figure of the man resembled a pear well, or a matryoshka, narrow shoulders, which passed into a large, round belly, and even lower into a huge “woman's” butt. "In it, perhaps, a kilogram of 130 fat."
Expensive costume could not shrink all the flaws of the figure. And to represent him naked Nastya did not dare.
At the same time, she felt his gaze glide over her face, over the neckline of her dress, over her bare legs, which now hardly hid the hem.
“Hello,” the smile finally stretched across her face.
- Hello. Glad to see, come on.
Nastya went to his office and, when he gave her a peck on the cheek, she also noticed the smell from his mouth, as if from a dustbin, which had not been removed for a long time.
The cabinet was pretty well furnished.
A large wooden table with papers, a large leather chair for the head and two smaller ones for guests, a computer, and another table on which fruits were now lying, and brandy, a TV on the nightstand in the far corner and a wide leather sofa opposite the TV.
The study was lit with only one lamp on the table, which made the twilight reigned in the room. Nastya froze in the middle of the office, not knowing where to put herself. But Boris Andreevich took her under the elbow and in a couple of steps led her to the sofa. Nastya sat down, while her skirt turned up, opening her thighs even more, and she felt the cold skin of the sofa under her buttocks. Boris Andreyevich pulled a small table towards her and, taking one of the guest chairs, sat opposite.
- For the meeting? - Boris Andreevich poured brandy into glasses.
Drink burned Nastya from the inside, she could not resist and bit her grapes.
They drank one more, then another.
Nastya felt drunk.
- Yes, you got, - Boris Andreevich, finally, began to speak on the merits.
For about half an hour they had been talking about nothing: about the weather, about fashion, and even about mini dogs.
- Yes, - Nastya moved, so that next to her at the table formed a free place. And Boris Andreyevich moved, clinging to her, so that his ass touched her bare thigh.
- I have already said that I can help and help, - he sat very close, close to her.
Further conversation did not make sense.
Nastya took his hand and put it on her thigh. He squeezed her thigh with his hand and found her lips with her lips.
His hand slid up from her hip and squeezed her chest through the fabric of her dress. Nastya opened her lips, letting his tongue into her mouth. Their kiss lasted, and Nastya felt a hand penetrate the collar of the dress and squeeze her chest. It seems that Boris Andreevich appreciated the elasticity of her young boobs. Nastya got up and over her head quickly pulled off her dress, being in only her panties and sandals. Then the dress went and panties.
She appeared before him in all her maiden beauty: elastic breasts, a flat, taut tummy, and wide hips, and between them a bosom, now preparing to take a man in herself. She pushed him in the shoulders, so that he lay on his back, and she, throwing off his sandals, sat on him and began to unbutton his shirt.
Then, when the shirt was finished, she unbuttoned her pants and let him go. His cock was standing on the floor, and Nastya did it: jumping off from him, she knelt, and his cock was in her mouth. She deeply swallowed his fighter, so his pubic hair pricked her lips, and her finger caressed her clitoris, trying to moisturize her vagina.
After a couple of minutes, his dick came to full combat readiness, and Nastya was already quite wet, got up, she pulled a condom out of her bag. She broke the packaging and met eyes with Boris Andreevich:
- Without gum! - he looked straight at her.
- But I can not! - Nastya froze with a torn pack of condom.
“As you like,” and that meant go.
Nastya suddenly felt that she was cold.
“What will you do for the sake of your daughter?”
Nastya threw the tattered pack back into her bag, then threw a slender leg over the body of a lying fat boar and, taking in her hand, sent his penis to herself.
She felt the head spread her sex lips and penetrated inside. Nastya gradually sat down until the entire member was in it.
And then she began to move back and forth and felt like a member, in time with her movements, slips deep inside her vagina.
Boris Andreyevich took her by the hips and stopped her. Nastya felt how his scion was twitching inside her, and she understood that he was about to finish. She tried to jump off the penis, but his hands were held tightly and he grunted disapprovingly.
And then she gave up, obeyed him. Only relaxed legs, even more densely sitting on the penis and felt like pulsating inside her, pouring out his semen.
He finished in her and the sensory receptors in her vagina were reported to the brain: yes - this is true, his hot seed is now being pushed into you, you bloody whore! For three years, while she was married, Nastya did not know a man except her husband. And now hot shame from treason in the chest and burning cheeks, mixed with the warmth of the seed, filling it from below, and then, she finished herself.
She closed her eyes and groaned, for the first time, for real. And nature did its thing: its vagina began to contract convulsively, producing the seed of a hated male. Finally it was over. Nastya got off her penis, noticing with horror how a string of sperm stretched from her vagina.
The thread broke and the first drop fell on the floor. Nastya, even without dressing, jumped into the toilet and tried to squeeze out the seed as much as she could. At the same time, she calculated that in a couple of days she should have ovulation. When she returned, she drank more. She sat in front of Boris Andreevich naked, vulgarly throwing her legs.
And then he took her a second time, "cancer", tilted forward, went into the pussy and, taking the tits, fucked, and she considered the slapping of his eggs on the clitoris. And then she went to squeeze out his seed for the second time. There was also a third time, in the morning.
Nastya was already asleep. In half asleep, she felt like he touches her vagina. She did not want to wake up, so she just rolled onto her back and spread her legs.
He easily entered her vagina filled with sperm. Slid inside, reaching almost to the uterus. And fucked a long time, pressing into the sofa. And then finished deep inside her body. Nastya did not wake up to the end. When he finished, she just rolled over and snuffled, again plunging into a deep sleep, and on the inside of her thigh her sperm drained from the vagina dried out ...
... Arriving home that day, Nastya washed, cooked a delicious dinner and waited for her husband. And then, at night, in the darkness of the bedroom, he entered her, and she gave herself all to him, naturally towards the end, taking his seed, mixing it with the seed of another man ...
... Their problems were solved: bad people disappeared from their lives, and their husband was even taken to their previous job. And after nine months, Nastya's family was waiting for replenishment: the second daughter was born. The husband was happy. And Nastya, looking at the lovely crumb, once and for all forbade herself to think: “Who is her father ?!”