Sex Tour Agency

Let me introduce myself - Olya. The same Olya that my husband introduced you to in the story “The Beginning of the Sexual Revolution or an Orgy with Virgins.” I want to tell you about one of my sexual adventures. In the early nineties, when we had already moved to Moscow and my husband had become a respectable businessman, one of my friends told me that there was a very interesting travel agency in the Solyanka area. There you can satisfy all your desires, she said ambiguously. She knew about my desires, because she took part in some of my entertainment. She said that if you say the code phrase “I want to try something new!”,

then they will offer you everything you need. And you already know from my husband’s story what I need. This year I wanted to relax in the spring.

Usually my husband and I vacation together, but he turned out to be very busy buying some kind of plant in the Urals. Therefore, he suggested that I go alone and write a report on how I rested. I remembered my friend’s advice and went to Solyanka. A modest travel agency offered me a standard set of tours: Turkey, Egypt, Adriatic, Bulgaria, Israel, etc. I thought about giving Chanterelle a visit. But, having decided to check all the options, she said a code phrase. The girl who worked with me looked at me carefully and took me to another room, much more elegantly furnished. Another employee, without waiting for my wishes, began to talk about what services they could provide. In simple terms, I was offered any sex services: men and women of any style and color in any quantity, sadomasochism, any animals for sex, etc. I became interested and I stated my demands: a place where you can have sex anywhere with men, preferably blacks - I have had a passion for blacks since my youth. I was offered various places, but after much thought and hesitation I chose a very small state located on islands near Africa. The island offered to me had a population of 8 thousand people. I asked if there was a Russian embassy and other Russians on the island, but I was told that Russian diplomats only come to the main island of the state 2-3 times a year from the continent, and there were no other Russians there. This suited me quite well, because I didn’t want anyone to recognize me. I inquired about the spread of AIDS on the island, and I was lucky here too - everyone entering the island must have a certificate of absence of AIDS, otherwise they simply will not be allowed in. This also applies to aborigines who traveled somewhere. This suited me because I hate condoms.

Visas were issued surprisingly quickly. An elderly woman who spoke Russian with a noticeable accent gave instructions on the rules of conduct on the island. She explained that there is practically no theft on the island, so there is no need to hide money and jewelry, sex for the residents borders on something sacred, so refusing sex is a big sin. You have to pay for sex, but this money is considered sacrificial. In the end, she advised living on the island under any name, and when leaving she added: “Never allow three men to have you at the same time, otherwise you will have big problems.” This only intrigued me and I decided to definitely try it.

The flight to Africa was ordinary, then a small plane and I was already on the island. The taxi—an old Mercedes—took me to the hotel. The hotel consisted of several separate bungalows and a central office. The office had a reception, restaurant, hairdresser and other services. The bungalow, surprisingly, had all the amenities, air conditioning (an irreplaceable thing in the tropics), a minibar. A huge bed took up half of the bedroom. The bath was equipped with all the achievements of modern technology. My tour was all inclusive. When registering, I remembered the advice and entered my name in the magazine: “Fucking cunt.” Performed in Latin it looked like “Bladskаja pisda”. They say that Russian swearing is known all over the world. I don’t know, but my new name was accepted without surprise, and the very next day I heard the maid chirp “Madame Pussy! Good morning!". By the way, I was very pleased with it. that my husband insisted on learning English. You won't go anywhere with this language.

Having slept off the road, I began to examine the surroundings. To go out, I chose my favorite silk dress and put it on my naked body. I don't like underwear, but the climate allows it. A wonderful multi-kilometer beach approached the back door of my bungalow, so I could access the sea directly from the house. I went to the hairdresser to freshen up my hair. A young black man was in charge of a small hairdressing salon. By the way, the blacks who inhabited the island had European features, but with black skin. This gave them even more charm in my eyes. Having finished with my hair, I moved to the reception. After leafing through a pile of fresh newspapers from all over the world (except Russia), I turned to the duty officer. Behind the counter stood a handsome young black man in shorts and a Hawaiian shirt (this is how most of the local population and tourists dressed). I was stunned - this is exactly what I dreamed of in cold spring Moscow. I couldn’t stand it and, without any preparation, told him: “Fuck me!” Without embarrassment, he pulled off his shorts and I saw his dick. (I'm used to calling things by their proper names). In my life, I have only seen one such dick, and it was artificial - from the collection that my husband gave me as a wedding gift. I tried it, of course, but didn't use it too often. And now, due to the appearance of electric vibrators and other products in sex shops, this collection is gathering dust on the mezzanine. He leaned me against the counter, positioned himself behind me, lifted up my dress and began to insert his structure into my pussy. It didn’t take long for his dick to settle inside me; at first it was a little painful, but then, when I took him completely into me, he began to move. He did it very skillfully, it was clear that he was first of all trying to please me. I fell into pleasure, it lasted quite a long time, then deciding that I had already had enough orgasm, he came inside me with a large load of sperm. After kissing him, I invited him to come to me in the evening, but not alone, but with two friends. He immediately agreed. While he was fucking me, a married couple passed by, looked attentively in our direction and busied themselves with the newspapers. Satisfied, I walked past them and headed to the hotel beach.

The beach was equipped according to all modern rules. Sunbeds, umbrellas - everything was ultra-modern. Having received a towel in the boy’s tent, I took off my dress and, as I was, with sperm flowing down my legs, I moved into the sea. The sea was wonderful. Coming out of it, I dried myself and lay down on the sun lounger under an umbrella - I didn’t want to get sunburned. Yes, indeed, this island suited me. On the beach besides me there were several dozen vacationers in varying states of undress. I and several other women were sunbathing naked, some were topless, the men were in European-style swimming trunks. In general, the day started well. How will it end?

After dinner, I walked along the embankment, where one of the men I had noticed on the beach spoke to me - a long, blond German with a good athletic figure. On the beach he was with a lean lady and a 16-18 year old son who looked exactly like him. I eagerly made the acquaintance, but didn’t force the issue—negro delicacies were waiting for me. Five minutes after returning to the hotel, there was a gentle knock on the door. “Did Madame invite you?” - I heard from behind the door. I opened the door and saw a handsome black man from the reception standing on the threshold. I moved away, inviting him. Behind him I saw my morning hairdresser and the boy from the beach handing out towels. I made a welcoming gesture and they entered the bungalow. It was obvious that this was not the first time for them - they felt confident. We met. The barber's name was Manuel, the beach boy's name was Antonio, and their leader's name was Mario. I invited them to choose drinks from the bar, but they limited themselves to cola. They were waiting for the signal and I didn’t wait long. I fell over onto the bed, they stuck around me from all sides and, as my husband says, a fucking marathon began.

They carefully pulled off my shorts and top and began to caress me with their hands and tongues. When Antonio was the first to insert his non-child-sized dick into me, I started muttering “Kiss me!” I love kissing and was expecting kisses on the lips, but the unexpected happened. Antonio immediately pulled out of me and gave way to Manuel. He pressed himself to my pussy and began to caress it with his tongue and lips. He was an excellent master and within a few minutes I was in seventh heaven. I can hardly remember what happened next. I remember that all my holes were treated by young black dicks, they put them in my mouth only when I myself reached out to taste Mario’s sperm. It was around midnight when my husband called. I slurred my tongue and said that I was being fucked and put the phone on the nightstand near the bed without turning it off - let my husband rejoice with me. They were truly tireless. I can’t say exactly who and how many times came in me, on me, on the bed. I was full only by three o'clock in the morning. I called the maid and ordered her to make the bed. She showed no surprise at the sight of our company. We agreed to repeat the meeting the next evening, I slipped them 10 dollars and fell asleep in the blissful sleep of a child.

The next morning, having cleaned myself up, I went to the hairdresser and asked to shave me. As you might guess, my beard does not grow, so I need to shave in a different place. Actually, I do laser hair removal, which doesn’t need to be repeated often, but I wanted to show off. But Manuel did not make a mistake. He rolled out something like a gynecological chair from the utility room and sat me in it, first lifting up my skirt. Then I couldn’t stand it and moaned, “Fuck me!” He pulled down his shorts and fulfilled my wish. As if in a fog, I felt how he came, how he covered my legs and what was between them with foam and began to shave, sticking a finger inside if necessary. When I came to my senses, through the open window the same German with his son was staring at my open crotch. When the shaving procedure was over, I looked into the reception. Mario was on duty again. I told him to fuck me in the ass, which he did with diligence. If before I was afraid of its size, then after last night the sea was knee-deep. Then I went to the beach where Antonio was working. Not paying attention to those around me, I pulled off his shorts and began to suck. A few minutes later he came in my mouth. The taste of his cum was the best I had ever tasted in my entire life—it was the forgotten taste of cream soda, the drink of my childhood. I took the towels from him and plunged into the sea. Coming out of the water, I saw that same German hovering nervously around my sun lounger. I pretended that I didn’t see him and lay down on my stomach, exposing my butt to the sun. The German suggested continuing our acquaintance. I invited him to my place for 6 p.m. He beamed and decided that the job was done. When he returned to his lean lady, I called his son over to me. Turning on my back so that he could see all my juicy details, I invited him to my bungalow for 17-45. He promised to be there minute by minute.

After lunch and rest, I began to wait for the German guests. The first, as I had planned, was my son with a bouquet of tropical flowers. After a short introduction and a glass of wine, five minutes before daddy appeared, I pulled off Hansik’s shorts and began to suck, but did not allow myself to relax and controlled everything that was happening. Exactly at 18:00 my father came in with exactly the same bouquet, saw me sucking off his son, and barked something. My son immediately pulled his dick out of me, pulled up his shorts and they both walked away. I was left disappointed and, as my husband says, “underfed.” I fucked with even greater zeal in the evening after my black friends arrived. It is possible that it became difficult for them, because I was in earnest and demanded more and more. Finally, I remembered the warning “Under no circumstances let them fuck you in three holes at the same time.” I decided to try it. Before that there was a “sandwich”, and at the same time blowjob and fucking. But when I demanded three holes at the same time, I noticed that my boys looked at each other and began to adjust. Mario lay on his back, I sat on him and directed his dick into my ass, then straightened up, lying on him. Manuel inserted himself from above, and Antonio knelt behind my head and put his dick in my mouth. Then they began to fuck me slowly, at first, and then faster and harder. I get carried away in moments like these. They said something to each other, but not in English. When they came inside me at the same time, I was in seventh heaven. But something has changed in our relationship. The blacks, pulling on their shorts, three of them carefully took me by the arms, legs, and waist and began to carry me out of the bungalow naked. I was silent from amazement and misunderstanding. They carried me about 200 meters from the house where the car was parked - an old wreck with an open top. They carefully laid me on the long hood, tied my hands to the side-view mirrors, and my legs, having previously spread them wide, to the bumper. I found myself crucified on the hood. The spotlights mounted on the grille behind the cabin were aimed at me.

The guys got into the car and drove slowly. A headwind blew across me in the hot tropical night, cooling me down and exciting me at the same time. Where are they taking me? What will happen to me? They drove me slowly, allowing random night passers-by to examine me. Suddenly the car stopped. A local policeman in uniform shorts, a shirt and a helmet walked slowly towards us. He spoke to the guys in the local dialect, slowly took out his penis and positioned himself next to me. After fucking for a short time, he came inside me, straightened his shorts, threw a small coin into the car and made a gesture “Pass by!” I realized that I was being traded. I was bought for a small coin, me whose husband can buy this whole island. It turned me on, I wanted to be fucked and fucked. The car drove slowly through the town. They stopped her three or four more times and fucked me without untying me or removing me from the hood. Finally, it began to get light. The car turned towards the hotel, they untied me and carried me into the bungalow with all precautions. Despite the fact that I didn’t want to be a prostitute and please men against my will, I liked it and asked the guys to give me money. They bowed and gave me a few measly coppers.

The next morning I decided to repeat the whole ritual. Again Manuel sat me down in the chair, but instead of “Fuck me,” I ordered “Kiss me.” And Manuel licked me until I came. And again a German and his son stood at the window, obviously not by chance. Then the ass fucking from Mario and the blow job from Antonio were repeated. When I approached Antonio, he was being scolded by some hotel employee. Ignoring this, like yesterday, I pulled off his shorts and began to enjoy the blowjob. When we finished, the employee began to poke his dick into my mouth so that I could suck him too. But I got angry at him. How he behaves with hotel guests! I threatened that he would be fired. How he apologized! How he asked for forgiveness, explaining that he mistook me for a completely different woman. I graciously forgave on the condition that he forgive Antonio.

On the beach the Germans approached me, the whole family at once, led by mom. They politely apologized for yesterday's misunderstanding and invited me to visit them. Here I was taken aback. What do they want? But she agreed. We had lunch together. In the hotel restaurant (all inclusive!), Wolfgang, Hans and Anna shared their problems at a large table. It turns out that their entire family is sexually dissatisfied. Can't I help them? They see that I am a sexually liberated woman. Maybe my experience can help them? Anna burst into tears at this point. It turned out that Anna had only tried sex with Wolfgang, and her attempts to cheat on him (with his consent) came to nothing. She just couldn't open her legs. And Wolfgang, not receiving satisfaction from Anna, does not know what to do. He is satisfied

only by prostitutes. And they are also afraid that Hans will repeat their experience. But they agree to any experiments. I promised to think about it. I began to think about how my sexual liberation began, something that I don’t like to remember. The fact is that in my last year of school I was raped by a group of scum. The police, as always, did not find anyone, and even tried to make me guilty of what happened, they say, there is no point in hanging around in the evenings. Despite my disgust at what was happening, it was during the rape that my sexuality awakened. I decided to check what happened to me on Anna. In the evening, my trio came to me to continue our games. After three hours of fucking, Mario agreed to help me and mobilize his friends to carry out the “rape”. I myself was going to observe the process and, if nothing worked, interrupt it.

The next day, late in the evening, I sent Wolfgang and Hans to the beach, and Anna stayed at home. I warned all members of this strange family in advance that my methods may seem unusual to them, but the result is important. Анна нежилась в постели, я попивала минеральную воду, когда в бунгало ворвалось пять молодых негров. Не говоря ни слова они схватили меня и Анну и начали грубо ебать — другое слово здесь не подходит. Анна сопротивлялась как могла, но где ей — слабой европейке — противостоять молодым атлетически сложенным неграм. Уже через минуту она была распята на своей постели и процесс начался. Меня в это время тоже насиловали (без кавычек), т. к. негры не знали о моем участии в заговоре. Я, по старой мудрости, расслаблялась и получала удовольствие, не забывая наблюдать за Анной. По договору с Марио если бы я сказала «Идите к черту», то все бы прекратилось. Но Анна сначала стонала непонятно от чего, а затем ее стоны постепенно превратились в стоны наслаждения. Стало ясно, что она впервые в жизни получает удовольствие. Затем ее накрыл первый в ее жизни оргазм. Что она кричала по-немецки мне понять было не дано, зато я понимала, что мое лекарство помогло. Все повторилось, когда ее начал ебать следующий негр. Я поняла, что здесь можно не бояться увеличить дозы. And so it happened. Сначала все негры отметились в наших кисках, затем начались более изощренные методы — в попку, в рот, по двое одновременно. Стоны Анны перешли в тихое кряхтение. Когда я поняла, что негры собираются уходить, я предложила им выебать меня в три дырки одновременно. Они с охотой это сделали, а затем вновь, как и в прошлый раз, забрали меня с собой. Только вместо машины они посадили меня на старый мотоцикл и куда-то повезли. Завели меня в какой-то барак, где находилось много молодых негров, положили на циновку на полу и что-то сказали. Все молодые парни окружили меня и начался очередной секс-марафон. Моим натруженным дыркам вновь пришлось работать на износ. Я опять погрузилась в сплошной оргазм. Отвлекал меня только звон монеток, кидаемых в медный котелок. Я вспомнила мои брестские приключения с Лисичкой — все повторяется. Но когда один из негров дал мне шлепок по попке, когда я не слишком быстро подставила ему рот, я поняла, что они воспринимают меня как обычную грошовую проститутку.

Я испугалась — ведь со мной не было Марио и его друзей. Кто защитит меня в случае чего? Но получаемое удовольствие все пересилило. Всю ночь я обслуживала, как потом выяснилось, казарму местной армии. На этом островке была и армия, правда маленькая — всего 80 человек. До утра я была их сексуальной игрушкой. Подстилкой. Потаскухой. Проституткой. A whore. Блядью. Сколько человек воспользовалось мною, я узнала только утром, когда меня доставили в отель. В тряпочку было завернуто 48 самых дешевых монеток — местных копеек. Детский рекорд Лисички я превзошла. Мое тело требовало отдыха, но я не могла не зайти к немцам. Анна бросилась ко мне на шею — я счастлива, шептала она. Эти насильники разбудили во мне женщину. Но что я скажу Вольфгангу? Я успокоила ее как могла, посоветовала, как только она сможет, попробовать секс с Вольфгангом и ушла отдыхать.

Утром я повторила свой утренний блядский обход и узнала у Марио, что по местным обычаям женщина, которая просит ебать себя одновременно в три дырки, становится до рассвета полной собственностью ебарей и они могут делать с ней все что захотят, ебать, отдавать кому угодно, продавать т. д.

Целый день я отдыхала. Даже на море не пошла.

Вечером ко мне опять пришла троица моих ебарей. Когда я в очередной раз решила рискнуть и попросила выебать меня втроем, то после этого меня опять отвезли в ту же казарму местных войск и ебли до утра как последнюю блядь. Но утром началось совершенно неожиданное. Меня голую вывели на плац, где была выстроена вся местная армия — все 80 человек в форме. Меня посадили на лошадь, из седла которой торчал приличной величины деревянный член. Меня с неожиданными почестями усадили в это седло, причем заправили член прямо в пизду. Затем трижды прогнали эту лошадь по кругу, сначала медленно, а потом все быстрее и быстрее. На втором круге меня охватил, как говорит мой муж, «ебальный экстаз», но я изо всех сил держалась за уздечку, чтобы не упасть. Меня сняли с седла, посадили в высокое кресло. Марио стал переводить. По старинному местному обычаю женщина, переспавшая со всей местной армией и прошедшая последнее испытание — скачку, награждается специальным жетоном, который свидетельствует об этом. Жетон этот металлический, на нем местный герб и изображения половых органов. Носить его надо в пизде. К счастью, у меня уже были проколоты губки, поэтому главнокомандующий (кажется, генерал) под звуки торжественного марша просто прикрепил мне его. Его можно легко снять, но его ношение дает какие-то особые права женщине, а также вручается какая-то денежная сумма… Я особо не прислушивалась, какие именно права я приобрела, а мысленно представляла, что скажет мой муж, когда начнет меня раздевать после возвращения в Москву и обнаружит на мне этот жетон. Кстати, мне было присвоено специальное воинское звание «Генерал-пизда», в подтверждение чего был выдан специальный диплом. Был соблазн назвать свое настоящее имя, но в дипломе указано, что Блядской Пизде присвоено звание «Генерал-пизда». Как сказал мой муж, пизда — она и в Африке пизда!

Вернувшись в отель, я обнаружила, что немцы опять не в духе. У Анны все хорошо, а ее муж никак не может расслабиться. Мне пришлось провести секс-урок для Вольфганга и его сына. Они охотно выполняли все, чему я их учила поодиночке и вместе. После моей учебы Вольфганг сказал, что теперь они с сыном стали мастерами постельных дел. Я не захотела их разочаровывать, но в этих делах они только подмастерья. Но мне было приятно, что я навела сексуальный порядок в одной немецкой семье.

На деньги, заработанные мною в качестве проститутки, я решила сделать подарок мужу. Марио отвел меня в ювелирную мастерскую, где за мои деньги я заказала мужу перстень из дешевого местного золота. На печатке я попросила изобразить женщину, которую ебут во все дыры. Но собранных мною денег не хватало, даже с учетом выданной премии, а мне хотелось, чтобы подарок был куплен только за счет моей торговли собой, поэтому для окончательного расчета я устроила в мастерской сексуальный субботник — обслужила двух мастеров и их помощника. Марио сказал, что на острове высоко ценятся белые женщины, тем более такие ухоженные и красивые как я. Я пожалела, что когда мною торговали, я не назначила цены повыше. Перстень получился замечательный. Шлюху, изображенную на нем, ебли во все дыры. Кроме того, фигуру бляди мастер сделал светлее, а фигуры ебарей — темнее. Было ясно, что три негра ебут белую женщину.

Через несколько дней кончался мой отдых, пора было возвращаться в Москву. Меня с нетерпением ждал муж. Я приготовила ему подарки и сюрпризы. Хотелось от него услышать отчет о том, с какими женщинами и как он провел время. Но, как говорит мой муж, ебля проходит, а любовь остается.

Я еще не раз буду пользоваться услугами агентства «Секс-тур»!