her pants. The lowered pants gave access to a view of her crotch from the front, which was divided by a beautiful and thin strip of shaved crotch below the labia.
There was a knock at the door.
– Open.
A guy walked in, barely fitting into the remaining space of the bathroom.
– I'm Anton.
– Anton, loaf. Now we'll check how loaf you are.
She sat and tried to provoke me into rough sex, and she started it with words.
– Show me your dick.
He pulled it out, pulling down his fly.
– Do you have eggs?
He pulled down his pants.
– Jerk off.
He started masturbating himself.
– Stick your finger up your ass.
He squatted down a little and did it.
He began to understand what she wanted, and, pulling down her pants, which came off quite quickly, in two movements, throwing them to the bottom of the bath, he lifted her up and planted himself inside her, while she hugged his body with both legs.
She was like the cabin of an amusement ride that rises up and then quickly descends, delighting those sitting on it. She was both the cabin, and the spectator of the cabin, and the mechanism itself with a braking device in the form of a piston and cylinder.
– You fuck great. I like you. Maybe we'll meet again later?
She continued to speak, despite the deep bars, to which he, breathlessly:
– Come on, write me your number, I'll come over sometime and fuck you at night if you have insomnia.
– Good – o-o-o-o – o -o-o-o-o…
– There are still many -o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o pa-a-a-a-a-ar-ne-e-e-e
– A couple of people, but they are already busy.
– Go on. Smell my breasts.
He leaned over, but instead began to lick them, squeezing her nipples with his teeth, which made her completely lose control of herself and start moaning, which, of course, did not particularly surprise anyone who heard from other rooms, rather it prompted another couple to have faster sex, where she had been before.
– I'm tired, let me down, come behind me.
She meant for him to fuck her in the vagina when she stood up, leaning forward, but the guy took this as an invitation to anal sex, which he tried to implement immediately.
– It hurts, where are you going?
– There, you wanted to go from behind.
– I meant-e-e-e-e… keep-e-e-e-e-e
It hurt, but she endured it for the sake of it, for the sake of the process, for the sake of the feeling of something foreign inside.
With one hand she began to vigorously massage her clitoris, and with the other her breasts in turn, which is why, left without support, she was now rocking like an autumn leaf.
– Fuck, screw…
She felt the approach of that orgasm that she experienced very rarely, and now it was more likely to be it, because she began to experience cramps in her calves and warmth in her groin.
And so… A riot of feelings and emotions, and the moisture that splashed was now flowing from her hips, mixing with dried drops of sperm from the other guy.
– Thank you, I'll write you down in my phone as "jet", I don't need your name.
– I'll write you down as "gap number one", you're moving up to first place in my personal ranking, and someone has lost first place.
– Do I know her?
– Yes, she is here.
– Okay, I don't care.
He left without saying anything more, and for the first time that evening she felt like a weak woman who needed to be protected and loved, but he found this guy quite interesting.
She came out of the bathroom again and, not recognizing even half of the guests who had been there before, began to look at them, she was looking for him, who was still unknown to her.
She noticed two guys and approached them herself.
– Good evening.
– Good man, who are you? – asked the strongest of them.
– Natasha. Nata.
– Nice name. My friend got divorced yesterday, will you shelter him for a while?
– I thought there were three of us.
– Fuck, I'm not an animal.
– This is the first time I’ve seen someone refuse something like this.
– Did you think guys would agree to everything for a hole? Although let's go, I'll fuck you and go home, my wife is waiting there.
He took her to the balcony, which was connected to the kitchen, because there were no other empty rooms. The couple sitting there were a waitress and a bartender from her job, who tried to stay close to each other all evening. Natasha didn't see them, passing by without looking at their faces. And since the curtains were quite transparent, they had to see the whole scene from beginning to end.
Coming back, adjusting her pants, she recognized them.
– Hello. How is your evening? Why are you bored? Not having fun?
– It's okay, I was getting ready to go home.
She, standing in the kitchen by the window, pulled down her pants again, adjusted her panties so that they didn’t cut into her crotch and sat evenly on her waist, put them back on with a silent face and a look directed at the bartender, with whom she had a relationship, or rather, had fucked ten times in the service toilet and once in the warehouse, on sacks of coffee.
She returned to the hall, where the friend of the one who had fucked her and who had recently gotten divorced was still waiting for her.
– Don't be sad, the main thing is that your dick is hard.
– Costs.
– What, did you break up?
– Were you out for a walk?
– So you got a whore. It happens. Maybe we should come to my place, I'm so fucking tired of being here, I'm just so fucking tired, in different ways. I'm dripping with cum like a bitch. We'll fuck, you can go home in the morning.
They left without saying goodbye to anyone.
Natasha rented an apartment when she worked as a prostitute, and
