Two seasoned wolves were sitting in front of me. Beautiful, sleek, in black suits, dark ties, with stern expressions on their faces. Their whole appearance spoke of their deep sympathy, but inflexibility. In a word, the personification of politically correct friends who came to the funeral and then announced that the widow was not entitled to anything under the will. That is, they are going to throw me out onto the street. I was not ready for such a turn of events; too much has happened in my life lately.

Yuri and Evgeniy... A year ago I threw them out onto the street. My husband, an even more seasoned wolf than these two, gave them too much freedom and shared too much

piece of the pie. I didn’t like it, and gradually I convinced my husband that his so-called friends were more of a burden than a help. My body played an important role in the means of persuasion. Well, I had something to be proud of. Even now, portraying an inconsolable widow, I looked so that both males did not miss the opportunity to stroke my legs, open to the knees, or glance at my deep neckline.

I turned to the bar and took out glasses, feverishly thinking about the situation. Without a doubt, both males had to take a good look at my ass, covered like a second skin with a black skirt, my legs in fishnet stockings with thin ankles, graceful calves, tense because of the high thin heels. Their attention to such details will give me a few extra moments.

Then I underestimated these wolves, they seemed too young and inexperienced to compete on equal terms with my husband. Alas, for a long time I did not notice that the affairs of our corporation were getting worse, and the reason for this was constant cruel, and often simply vile raider attacks. Were they driven by revenge? The desire to prove that they were written off unreasonably? Somewhere like this. Otherwise, why did they waste so much money? The corporation is now a ruin, and, strictly speaking, is worth no more than its own office equipment. This led the husband to suicide. Here too he behaved like a real man, shooting himself. He didn’t take poison, didn’t throw himself off the bridge, didn’t hang himself like weaklings do, no, he calmly and serenely put a bullet in his temple.

Unfortunately, he didn't think about me. Well, it's my own fault. Due to bad business, apparently, my husband didn’t do much with me, and my hot body was asking for its own. New fitness trainer... He did things to my body that made me explode over and over again. Not a single thought about the consequences! Not a glance around when I was flying in a Jaguar to my lover, feeling my panties getting wet, followed by my skirt.

There was no reckoning. At least that's what I thought until today. My husband once called me into his office and turned on the panel, clicked the mouse, and I appeared on the huge screen. Sitting on a hard penis, with her legs raised up, with her breasts squeezed by her tanned fingers. The quality was great. It was possible to see everything - the compressed flesh being squeezed out between the gnarled fingers, and the powerful penis, so tenderly embraced by my petals, and my face - the face of a female who had lost her mind with an open mouth and wide eyes, in which there was little human left.

My husband simply told me: “Now go.”

Maybe the matter was still fixable. But the cold truce and the then still ongoing luxurious life forced me to hide and not drive the horses. I hoped that my husband would eventually not be able to stand the sight of my half-naked body every evening. Sometimes I was cold, but allegedly accidentally left my butt uncovered when my husband returned very late... In the morning, the blanket often slipped off my chest... And it seemed like my techniques began to bear fruit. On at least one occasion, my hand “accidentally” reached under my husband’s blanket and felt the terribly tense flesh. And my husband did not remove my hand. Then I thought that I still had a lot of time. I sighed sleepily and turned over to the other side. The husband still had to mature. He had to take me, whispering apologies and declarations of love in my ear. Only then would I spread my legs in front of him, even though that evening I flowed like the last bitch. In the morning I even had to play with my vagina, otherwise it was simply difficult to think. And who would have thought that in just two days I would become a widow?

I handed the pot-bellied glasses to the two wolves, who kept a feigned sympathetic expression on their faces.

- Gentlemen! - I said, watching as two burning eyes unstuck from my breasts in the neckline of a black dress and rose to my face. — I want to offer you something.

Yuri dropped his mask for a moment, grinning angrily, wolf-like:

- You have nothing, dear Victoria, that could interest us.

- This is not entirely true. — I smiled bewitchingly, after which I unzipped the side zipper and, moving my shoulders, threw the black dress onto the carpet. — I offer you my body.

The words rolled off my tongue completely naturally, I didn’t even have to make an effort. As well as appearing before men in underwear - a black transparent bust, the same shorts and black stockings, and black fishnet gloves. Everything was transparent - blood-red nails were visible through the gloves, brown nipples were visible through the thin openwork fabric of the bust, and the panties did not quite hide the folds in the lower abdomen. It was not for nothing that before the funeral I looked at myself in this form, wondering whether I would have time to masturbate or not. The desire was intense and seething—yet I hadn’t had a man for a month. Then, inopportunely, the phone rang—the mourning Cadillac was standing on the path at the entrance.

Of course, my appearance, as well as the fact that I offered them my body without any conditions, hooked the two men. They greedily looked at my body. They were practically in my hands. Now just don't ruin everything!

- Why do you need this? The corporation no longer exists anyway. — Yuri looked at me suspiciously.

- My husband assigned me an annuity. It's quite enough for me. Both for yourself and for the maintenance of this villa. You can take away the rent, leaving me destitute, but you yourself won’t be able to use this money either; all the securities will go to a charitable foundation.

— By the way, we were going to sell the villa,” Evgeny remained colder, at least he wanted to show it, deliberately casually taking a sip of cognac.

- Why do you need this? — I raised an eyebrow so that my face looked a little mocking and disdainful. - You will get mere pennies for it compared to your income. But you will always have a place where you can relax peacefully. And with free female hot body.

— We can buy such women’s bodies in packs,” Yuri grinned. — Besides, whores are probably more skilled.

- First of all, whores will cost you something, my submissive body will be absolutely free. — I licked my lips, trying to hide the trembling of temptation. It was so unusual to stand in front of two former friends in such a slutty manner and persuade them to use me for free. Without a doubt, both of them always lusted after me, and only ideas of friendship stopped them from ambiguous proposals. Representations and my coldness towards both. And now this snow queen stands in front of them half-naked and offers herself, calling a spade a spade, for money. — Secondly, you will have to carefully hide your visits to whores from your wives and the paparazzi, but you can come here to console a grieving widow. How noble this is in the eyes of the public! And no one will care exactly how you console the widow. Thirdly, how many men do whores let through? And in the last five years I have only had one man.

- Two! — Yuri corrected me and smiled contentedly.

- Is fitness trainer also your job? - I jumped up.

— Yes,” Evgeny nodded, calmly looking into my eyes. — Does this change anything in the current situation?

— No,” I submissively lowered my gaze. These wolves surrounded me from all sides. - It doesn’t change, it’s even for the better, it means you know what I’m capable of. This is precisely the fourth thing: your women bought for money are simply doing their job, and I will give myself to you with passion.

-Here! — I walked up to the men and, lowering my lace panties to the crotch and, taking Evgeniy’s palm, stuck it between my legs. A sensual wave passed through the body when the man’s fingers touched the fairly moistened and swollen petals. How quickly the touch of a high-society lioness left me, how I enjoy the hand of a man who practically destroyed my life! Despite all my excitement, I clearly noticed the confusion in the man’s eyes.

Smiling to myself at the small victory, I did the same with Yuri’s hand. Unlike Evgeniy, he squeezed my lips without hesitation. I almost howled in pain, but I didn’t even dare to pull away. I endured it until he looked at me triumphantly and let go of my painfully aching petals. A grin blossomed inside me again: darling, you’re ready too!

- I still don’t understand, - this is Evgeniy. He held his hand, stained with my juices, slightly as he flew away, so as not to stain his trousers. This wolf has also already agreed, in any case, now the second head is thinking for him - look how his pants are bulging out - why do we need one half-whore, when we can have two, three, and four whores for each?

— Look at it from the other side,” I purred ingratiatingly, pleased with my virtual victory.

Kneeling down in front of the men so that my breasts lay on their laps, I felt with satisfaction how these males vibrated.

Slowly, I licked the hands of Evgeniy and Yuri alternately.

-You are winners. You have just defeated a serious enemy, conquering and destroying his fortresses. And now, over his still warm corpse, you will take another prize - his woman. I am your trophy, the symbol of your ultimate victory.

The men looked at each other, and Yuri took me by the hair, wringing my head back. I obediently arched, exposing the tips of my breasts to the ceiling.

- I like it! - Yuri grinned, and Evgeniy added with the same grin:

- Nobody told you that you need to write stories?

- I don’t know, I don’t know... It seems that now you need completely different talents of mine. — I cast a significant glance at the lump in my trousers.

- Well, then, suck it! - Evgeniy calmly ordered.

For a moment I was afraid that the wolves would just fuck me in all my holes and then take everything away anyway. However, a lot now depends on me.

Evgeniy made no attempt to unzip his fly, so I, suppressing my pride, unzipped the zipper myself and took out a hard, thick penis. My heart began to beat like crazy, my consciousness began to fog, flowing like hot moisture between my thighs. The member trembling in front of his face beckoned with its undisguised power and splendor. Almost groaning, I leaned over and took the crimson head into my mouth. The eyes closed in pleasure, and the lips, formed into a tight ring, slid to the base. My fingers began to tug at the testicles, feeling the delicious fluffiness even through the lacy gloves.

A heavy hand fell on the back of my head, pushing my head onto my penis all the way to my throat. I didn’t dare resist, obediently swallowing the head deeply, deeply, the way the man wanted it.

— Okay,” I heard Evgeniy’s voice with a clear hoarseness, sucking, loving touches of his penis with the tongue were not in vain. — I think we will do it as you want. But as soon as we don’t like something...

- For example, we will think that you are not wet enough to meet us... - Yuri intervened. His voice also trembled.

-… then you immediately lose everything.

I pulled out my penis and, bending down, ran my tongue from the base to the tip, while looking devotedly into Eugene’s eyes.

- Only you have the right to own your prey! — I whispered languidly, feeling a fire growing from sparks between my thighs.

Then my mouth was again planted on a hard ribbed penis, and my head began to work. I grabbed the penis with my hand, stroking it, sometimes running it along the shaft, wet from saliva and lubricant, feeling the bulging veins, knowing that the man liked the way the slightly rough fabric of the glove glides over his flesh.

Only one thing was bad - no one was working on my pussy. I desperately wanted to put my free hand into my panties. But then they started tearing them off.

- Spread your legs wider! — I heard Yuri’s voice from somewhere behind me and obediently spread my knees. My panties, which had turned from shorts into a narrow twisted rope, dug painfully into my thighs, but I no longer paid attention to it: firstly, the male, who was positioning himself behind me, should not have waited; secondly, I myself was impatient to get something into the hot, flowing depths.

And Yuri with one jerk overcame the timid resistance of my tight entrance and burst into me to the full depth at once. I growled, unable to contain myself. I was arched until my back crunched, Evgeniy’s dick escaped from my lips with a wet smacking sound, and a silvery thread stretched from it to my lips. For some time, Yuri dealt strong blows, and I didn’t think about anything at all, concentrating on the sensations from the member that was masterfully disposing of me. I was not allowed to shirk my responsibilities for a long time. A man’s hand lay on the back of my head, and I had to urgently open my mouth in front of Evgeniy’s vibrating member.

Yuri spanked my ass hard.

- Now on my own!

From the impact, my whole ass vibrated, responding with indescribable sensations in the vagina, stretched by the steel penis.

Then Evgeny hastily undressed, and the males turned me around. Evgeny forced me to sit on his dick, which pierced me all the way to my throat, and Yuri immediately moved closer, exposing his weapon. I leaned on Evgeniy’s knees with my hands in black patterned gloves, bent over slightly and obligingly opened my lips so that Yuri could take me into his mouth as soon as he wanted. And he didn’t even want a blowjob, he just took me by the head and started fucking me in my mouth. All I could do was diligently make a ring out of my lips and press the penis moving in my mouth with my tongue.

Evgeniy, when they were already fucking me in the mouth, at first he only tossed and turned in my vagina. Even then I lost the last shreds of reason. My being could only exist this way — torn apart by two males at both ends. But when Evgeny began to bounce me with his hips, each time driving his penis to some unattainable depth, I simply screamed. The first time, perhaps even pitifully. And when he began to catch my body when it was falling after his push, I thought - that’s it, it’s crazy, now his dick will break through all my insides. It really seemed to me that the dicks were about to poke their heads inside me...

I think I came two or three times. Moreover, the last one lasted and lasted,

forcing me to writhe and squirm between two members. Everything civilized flew away from me, I was a machine for two males, bringing me such bliss that my consciousness simply began to fade.

Fortunately, Yuri brought me back to life. Through the half-madness I heard him shout:

- Don’t spill! Swallow it all!

It turns out that he began to cum, and now his sperm was pouring from my mouth, still folded into a ring, onto the carpet, onto his legs. I hastily began to swallow the thick sperm, and then stuck out my tongue and licked up the sperm flowing down the shaft in fading spurts. I waited a couple of moments for new juicy drops to appear from the hole, then I licked them off too.

Before I had time to do all this, Eugene abruptly pulled me off his penis. I intelligently threw myself on my knees in front of him and obediently opened my lips, into which a new portion of sperm immediately hit. And there was a lot of it. The splashes flew not only into the mouth, but also onto the face, hanging in thick drops on the chin, on the eyebrows, on the eyelashes. Gradually, all this appeared on the breasts, glittered on the stomach and pubic area...

They practically didn’t let me come to my senses, forcing me into the shower. But what can I do, I am not a beloved woman who has earned the right to affection after sex, but a “half-whore,” prey and victim.

Perhaps this respite was good for me. My brain began to analyze the situation, and my will forced me to act. The wolves must remember this evening for the rest of their lives. I shouldn’t appear to them as just a whore, they should feel like males and raging fuckers.

As a result, I appeared in front of Yuri and Evgeny with updated makeup. I tried to put on an arrogant expression on my face so that none of them would think that the prey had already been hunted down. No, you still have to fight for it! I was again in stockings, heels, and small gloves: a lady in the expression of my eyes and a whore in everything else.

But the wolves were beaten and seasoned. Unfortunately, I was not allowed to particularly enjoy the effect produced. Только несколько секунд взгляды Юрия и Евгения были растерянными. А потом мне было приказано вылизать их. Я решила, что достигнутое перемирие дорогого стоит, поэтому не стала упираться, снова опускаясь перед мужчинами на колени.

Мое вылизывание вялых колбасок быстро перешло в сосание твердых, набравших мощь членов. Да и я сама уже постанывала, как только очередной член оказывался в досягаемости моих сильно распухших губ.

Моими стараниями эрекция обоих самцов стала жесткой, просто таки деревянной, и Юрий решил перейти к следующему этапу. Он лег на ковер и приказал сесть на его член спиной к нему. Я услужливо выполнила распоряжение, поймала мокрый член рукой в перчатке и направила в себя, не отказывая себе в удовольствии поласкать яйца и то, что в меня не поместилось.

Евгений же, встав передо мной, требовательно потряс членом, и мои губы сомкнулись на нежно жесткой головке. Я двигалась на Юрии, постанывая, отсасывала Евгению. Иногда он высвобождал член из плена моего ротика и постукивал им по губам. Шлепки были влажные и сочные, а я преданно смотрела на него, а потом язычком пыталась проникнуть в дырочку.

Когда Евгению надоел мой ротик, он толкнул меня, заставив лечь спиной на грудь Юрия. Несколько секунд, он любовался мной, распятой с раздвинутыми ножками на члене Юрия.

Какое-то время я не понимала, что от меня требуется. Однако когда Юрий освободил свой член и стал тыкаться им в мой анус, мне пришлось приставить скользкий обжигающий член к попке и насадиться на него. Я тотчас захрипела, ощущая тупую боль в неимоверно растянутой заднице. Боль и наслаждение. Понимая, что этим не ограничится, я стала осторожно двигаться на засаженном в меня члене.

А Евгений вдруг наклонился и лизнул мое раздолбанное влагалище. Это было уже слишком! И я не выдержала. Я застонала, кончая, пульсируя тугим колечком на твердом стволе. Евгений тут же наклонился и засадил в свободную дырочку, торопясь получить наслаждение от моего оргазма. Мое сознание ухнуло в омут, я превратилась в две дырки, сокращавшиеся на забитых в меня орудиях. Меня не существовало…

Пришла я в себя, когда меня беззастенчиво драли в две дырочки. Я благодарно застонала и принялась ласкать язычком соски навалившегося на меня мужчины. Иногда я соскальзывала в оргазм, особенно после сильных ударов идущих вразнос — один член скользил в попку, другой — из влагалища… Или наоборот…

Потом меня, уже совсем ничего не соображающую, посадили. Теперь я, кажется, скакала на члене Евгения, без усилий скользящем в моей попке, а Юрий трахал меня в рот.

Я выполнила последнее распоряжение и вылизала оба члена дочиста, после этого мышцы перестали меня слушаться, и мое, начисто лишенное энергии, тело стекло на ковер, прямо под ноги моих самцов.

Я слышала, как тяжелое дыхание двух мужчин постепенно замедляется, как Евгений вызывает водителя («После такого я вряд ли смогу куда-то доехать»). А потом удаляющиеся тяжелые шаги.

Волки ушли, оставив свою жертву в покое. Я с трудом встала на дрожащие коленки и переползла на диван. Мне казалось, что я вся, с ног до головы, покрыта подтеками спермы, из моего влагалища все еще текло, как из водосточной трубы, но я уже не боялась запачкать диван. Тем более, что в том месте, где меня трахал Евгений, мои соки и его смазка текли по его яйцам и так уже застыла изрядная лужица.

Я жадно хлебнула из бокала, недопитого кем-то из мужчин.

Жертва? А вот фигушки! Теперь я — волчица. А рядом с волчицей может быть только один вожак. На мое тело может претендовать только один из волчар. И я сделаю так, чтобы один сожрал другого. Нет, ребята, как только вы решили, что ваш трофей достанется обоим, один из вас проиграл, в вашей дружбе появилась крохотная трещинка, а я уж сделаю все, чтобы ее увеличить до размеров пропасти. И мне опять достанется все! Нет, мое тело будет принадлежать только одному из вас. Хотя, и сегодняшний день я не забуду никогда! Как, надеюсь, и последующие, пока вы не начнете выяснять, кто же из вас вожак…

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