GIRL WITH ALMOND-SHAPED EYES

GIRL WITH SLANTED EYES

On Friday after work we gathered in our favorite cafe and celebrated the return of our friend Volodka Pyatakov from Thailand.

— Guys, you won’t believe this, this is the sexual mecca of the world. What girls are like, and what boys are, by the way, too, if anyone is interested. “He looked around at everyone and laughed. We were all straight and smiled indulgently.

— And massage is a fairy tale. He will massage you so hard with his breasts and hands that the dead will come to life.

- What if he gets up? – asked Evgeny.

— It will definitely get up and that’s normal. They will do this so that you will cum without touching your penis. Let's have another

drink, then I'll continue.

Everyone raised their glasses together and drank to his safe return from the overseas paradise.

— But most of all, I’ll tell you a secret,” Volodka continued, chewing a piece of meat, “I liked sex with a transsexual.” This is something.

- Did you order it? – asked Mikhail.

— That’s the point, no. Just picked up a cute girl in a hotel bar. We drank, danced, agreed on a price and went up to my room. He takes off his dress and remains in his underwear. He undresses me and begins to caress and excite me, although I am already on edge.

He ​​filled the glasses again, and we drank, continuing to listen to him.

— We’re going to take a shower together. She takes off her panties and I see a penis like mine between her legs.

— So big? - someone asked.

- No, smaller, of course. But a real dick. Breasts and everything else are there, but the penis is also there. I was stunned. The face is quite pretty, the arms and legs are thin, feminine, and the hips are quite suitable.

- Well, how did you fuck her?

— In place of the eggs,” Volodka lowered his voice, “there is a real female vagina with a clitoris and lips.” In general, the experience is unforgettable.

Then we started discussing production problems, since we work in the same company. In general, everything is as usual with Russians: at work about women, in a restaurant about work. Three girls were sitting at a table not far from us. We started inviting them to dance. Evgeniy was left out of work, since he was the only one among us who was married.

— What are you celebrating? – my partner asked me.

— Our friend’s return from a foreign tour,” I answered.

— Is your friend an artist?

— We are all artists, but the world is a theater,” I answered with a well-known aphorism.

Then we continued to drink, not forgetting to sometimes invite girls to the next dance. Then I had a memory loss, and I started to think in a taxi. Sitting next to me was a girl with whom I danced more often than with others.

- Where are we going? – I asked her.

— To your home, honey,” she answered. Damn it! I don't remember her name at all.

- Did I mention the address?

- Of course, dear. Calm down, everything is fine.

Already in the apartment I remembered that it seems her name is Rita.

- Rita, will you drink something? – I asked and was not mistaken.

- Of course, dear. Champagne, if possible.

- We don’t keep champagne, sir. But I can offer you whiskey or cognac,” I answered. “Personally, I’ll have cognac,” I said and poured myself a glass.

- Then me too.

Cognac cleared my mind and I became more careful. How many times have I heard stories about sleeping pills mixed into alcohol by insidious seductresses, and then strawberry lovers woke up in cleared apartments or, at worst, without money.

I started watching Rita so that she wouldn’t pour any clonidine into my glass. I had another insurance. I have a tricky door with locks, and without knowing all the secrets, it’s impossible to leave the apartment. At twenty-five years old, I’m single and don’t have a permanent girlfriend. So I settle for casual sex. And when there is no fish, trivial masturbation always helps out.

- Well, Rita, let's go to the shower? – I asked, taking off my suit. - Take off your clothes.

To my surprise, Rita calmly undressed and, remaining in her lace underwear, waited for me. I also stripped down to my underpants and we went into the bathroom. Here I helped her unfasten her bra and take off her panties. Rita had a beautiful body with velvety skin. It felt like she was taking care of herself. In turn, she pulled off my panties.

— Oh, how big it is,” she admired my masculinity.

Yes, I agree, not small: 18x6 in full combat readiness. I cut my pubic hair short and shave my scrotum.

— Darling, please don’t get your hair wet,” Rita asked when we got into the shower together.

We had to remove the hose with the sprayer and spray water on each other with caution.

- How about Golden Shower, dear? – I asked. Rita didn't understand. “Please put the foot on the edge of the bathtub,” I asked. – Now use your hands to spread your lips in different directions.

As soon as she did this, I took my penis in my hand and directed it into Rita’s womb, releasing a stream that watered her clitoris. The urine smelled like the alcohol I had drunk, and it overpowered the natural smell.

- Oh, how cool! – Rita checked. “No one has ever done that to me before.” – A trembling ran through her body and by the time the urine dried up, Rita received a clitoral orgasm.

- Honey, that was great! Thank you,” and she kissed me.

I washed her and my penis and gently pressed her shoulders. She immediately understood everything and squatted down. Having licked the head, she took the penis into her mouth and began to suck until I came, filling her mouth with my protein. Having finished washing, we returned to the living room. I filled the glasses with cognac again and we drank. We sat down on the sofa and lit a cigarette and chatted pleasantly about trifles.

- Well, shall we go to bed? – I asked. Rita nodded.

We went into the bedroom. It's small, but cozy. The ceiling above the bed has a mirror, as well as one of the walls, which is also completely mirrored. In bed we began to caress each other and kiss. Then I licked her pussy, which is why Rita was very grateful to me. She loves having her clit tongued and sucked.

I remembered the condom, or rather the lack thereof, when I was about to enter Rita. Taking out several packages from the bedside table, I handed one to Rita. Tearing the packaging with her teeth, she put a condom on my rod with her mouth.

Quickly entering her vagina, I immediately picked up a fast pace. Rita skillfully waved me with her pelvis and quietly groaned. The round turned out to be protracted due to the alcohol consumed. This happens to me, as does many men. Rita managed to experience two orgasms before I came.

— Great, baby,” I praised her, pulling my dick out of her hole. “You’re just the girl of my dreams.” And your cave is narrow and pleasant.

— I’m glad, baby, that you liked it,” said Rita. “You were great too.” Your dick is the ultimate dream.

We went to the bathroom, and then lit a cigarette in the living room, after drinking a glass.

- Don’t you want to sleep, Ritulya? – I asked, finishing my cigarette.

— I’m like you dear,” Rita answered.

- Well, then let's go. Let's continue the fun.

We returned to the bedroom. I lay down on the bed and said one word, “Lift up.” Rita understood me and began to suck my dick. When my dick was ready to perform a new feat, I put on a condom and, taking out a gel lubricant for anal sex, applied a layer to my shaft and began to lubricate Rita’s anus. She protested.

- Rita, stop. Everything will be fine. “She calmed down a little, and I managed to generously lubricate her ass, placing her in doggy style.

Bringing the head of my penis to her chocolate spot, I pressed lightly and began to break into the depths of her ass. Rita moaned and tried to escape, but I held her tightly by her hips.

Finally, my penis overcame the resistance of her sphincter, and I pushed it to its full length. Giving Rita a short break so that she could get used to my shaft in her ass, I began to make frictional movements. Each thrust was accompanied by her moan. Periodically, I spanked her buttocks, and Rita automatically squeezed the muscles of her anus, which made me feel pleasure.

It must be said that Rita was not virgin in anal sex. But her anus was not broken. Probably, she did not often practice this type of intimacy, or she was fucked by a penis that was not as large as mine. I wanted to cum on her back, but then I changed my mind and came in a condom. When my dick came out of her, she collapsed onto the bed with a groan of relief.

- Rita, you are lovely. Thank you for the pleasure you brought. - She didn’t answer.

While going to the bathroom, I also drank a glass of cognac. In the bathroom I got rid of the condom and washed my penis under the tap.

At night I dreamed that I was lying in bed with a tranny, and a girl had a penis sticking out between her legs. I felt it so clearly that I wanted to cum. Opening my eyes, I found that I was lying in bed alone. The kitchen smelled of brewed coffee. I got up, went to the bathroom and emptied myself. There was a little noise in my head.

Rita was sitting in my bathrobe, drinking coffee and smoking.

- Hello, dear. How long have you been up? – I asked her.

— Sorry, I put on your robe,” she said.

— It’s okay, I look naked,” I answered, pouring myself some coffee. From the living room I brought a bottle of cognac, unfinished at night, and poured it into my cup. Rita refused alcohol.

After drinking coffee and smoking, I suggested that Rita lie in bed for a while.

— Day off. What's the hurry? – I asked.

- Okay. But only once,” she said and went into the bedroom. I hurried after her.

My dick immediately began to react to the upcoming battle, so that when I lay down, Rita had no choice but to sit on it, having previously dressed it in rubber armor. Rita rode on my dick like an Amazon. I had to hold her by the hips, but sometimes I would grab her breasts and use my fingertips to tickle her nipples.

Rita came twice, and when I came, she lay down on me and I covered her face with kisses. We lay there until my penis itself fell out of her hole with a peculiar sound. She got up from me and, saying: “I have to go,” she went to the bathroom. While she was washing herself and tidying up, I checked my wallet and its contents. Everything was in place.

Once she was dressed, I walked her to the door and handed her $100.

— Take a taxi,” I said. “Here’s my phone, call me,” and I gave her a piece of cardboard with my phone numbers.

After Rita left, I decided to sleep a little more and went to bed, after drinking a glass of cognac as a sleeping pill.

I woke up three hours later to the trill of a landline phone. Volodya Pyatakov called.

- Hello. Arkasha. How's your health? I call my cell phone, you don’t answer. How did it work out with the girl you left yesterday? - he asked.

- Hello Volodya. Everything is fine. I just left recently. I didn't hear the phone. The battery must have run out. I'll check.

- Well, okay. I'm calm for you.

- Listen, Volodya. Do we have what you talked about yesterday? – I asked.

— Are you talking about trannies? What caught your attention? Of course there is. Look in advertising applications in the “Leisure” sections under the guise of a massage or something similar. You'll tell me later. Happily. Don't get lost. - He passed out.

Having written down several phone numbers, I started calling and asking about trannies. Several agencies responded that they did not have trans people.

I lit a cigarette and in complete despair wanted to give up my idea. But still he dialed another phone number.

— Yes, we provide such a service. What exactly do you need? – they asked me at the other end of the line.

— An oriental-type girl with a male penis and a female vagina,” I said plainly.

— I see. Price 2 thousand per hour. Will it suit you? And for how long?

— Yes, it will do. Let's do it in two hours.

- That is, at 19.00? – the dispatcher clarified. - And dictate the address.

— Yes, at 19 o’clock,” and I, having dictated my address, hung up.

I again drank a glass of cognac and rummaged through the refrigerator in search of something to eat. There were eggs, dumplings and sausages. Having boiled the dumplings, I ate with appetite and began to wait for the visitor.

The trill of the doorbell startled me with its suddenness. Putting on my bathrobe, I opened the door. On the threshold stood a guy my age, but twice as wide at the shoulders.

- I'm from the agency. Have you ordered a girl for leisure? – I nodded. – I need to inspect the apartment to see how many people there are.

- I'm alone. But please watch.

The guy looked around the apartment and returned to the hallway.

— How many hours do you take? - I said two. - Fine. Then make an advance payment of two thousand. - I gave him money.

— 15 minutes before the end of the order, we will call. You can extend the order or end it here. – I nodded that I understood.

The guy took out his phone and called.

- Everything is fine. Let it rise. 7th floor.

Five minutes later, the elevator car stopped on my floor and a girl with slanted eyes came out. It’s hard to tell whether she’s Chinese or Malaysian. All orientals look the same to me.

— Come in,” the guy told her. - The apartment is clean. The client placed an order for 2 hours. “He got into the elevator and left.”

— Well, come in, be bold,” I said, letting her into the apartment and closing the door behind her. - What is your name? Where are you even from?

— Ohaya,” she answered in a thin voice. - I'm from Singapore. “She spoke with a slight accent.

- Well, okay, Ohaya. “Undress, let’s not waste time,” I said and took off my robe. She, it seemed to me, carefully examined my belongings and began to unbutton my dress. I sat down in a chair and began to watch her.

Left in only lace underwear, Ohaya looked at me questioningly. I nodded and with an imperious gesture told her to take everything off. She was naked and shyly tried to cover her very small breasts with her thin arms.

The fact that I could see the penis sticking out between her legs apparently did not bother her. On the table there was a tray with a bottle of cognac, two glasses, a saucer with lemon, a bar of chocolate, an ashtray and cigarettes. I poured out the cognac and served one glass to Ohaya. We drank. I lit a cigarette, the girl refused a cigarette.

— Come closer, Ohaya,” I ordered. - I want to look at you.

Touching the lips and moving the upper flesh, I saw a small head with a tense frenulum.

- So who are you, a boy or a girl? – I asked.

— I am Ohaya,” she answered.

I had the impression that I would be molesting a young girl or boy, God knows.

- Okay, Ohaya. Come on, show me what you can do,” and I took her off my knee. Now is not the time to find out what her or he’s real gender is. Still won't say anything. It's time to get down to business.

Ohaya squatted down, took my penis in her hand and began to lick the shaft with her tongue from the balls to the head. Then she took the organ into her mouth and began to suck. She sucked professionally and soon I shot three volleys of my sperm into her mouth. Ohaya swallowed everything and continued to suck until the dick was clean.

- Well done, Ohaya. You did a great job. “I poured the cognac into glasses again, and she and I drank.

What I did next didn’t fit in my head, but for some reason I really wanted it. I picked Ohaya up and placed him on my lap. Her tiny feet with painted nails stood firmly on me. With one hand I hugged her waist, and with the other I took her penis and directed it into my mouth. I started sucking this still sleeping teenage dick and it started to get hard and increase in size a little.

Yes, I didn’t ejaculate and took Ohaya off my lap in time. I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. My penis didn’t fall off after the blowjob and continued to stand like a fighter on duty. And now lubricant began to appear. I showed Ohaya the packages of condoms. She nodded and, tearing open the packaging, deftly pulled the latex sheath over my shaft.

I lay on my back and Ohaya sat on me. Holding my shaft upright so that she could sit on it comfortably, I motioned for her to sit down. When the head entered her womb, she corrected the direction with her hand, and in a second my penis was completely inside her.

Her womb was hot and tight. She began to slowly rise and sit on my stake again, gradually speeding up her movements. It seemed that she was not just having intercourse with a man, but was performing some kind of ritual dance that she had inherited from her ancestors. At the same time, she perfectly felt my emotional state and, as orgasm approached, she slowed down her movements, and then, when my desire to cum went away, she again picked up the same pace.

At the same time, she very effectively acted with the muscles of her vagina, squeezing my shaft with them... It seemed that I had never come so violently as I did now with Ohaya. She did not immediately get off my shaft, but squeezed it with her muscles several times, milking the last drops of nectar from it.

Когда я встал, Охайя взяла с тумбочки салфетку, аккуратно сняла наполненный моим белком презерватив и обтерла салфеткой член. В эту же салфетку она завернула использованный презерватив.Я с жадностью выпил коньяк и, закурив, рухнул в кресло. Охайя была рядом. Она отломила кусочек шоколада и наслаждалась им после выпитого коньяка.

Время текло неумолимо. Оставалось еще сорок минут. Я решил не продлевать время. Две женщины в одни сутки – это уже перебор. Надо думать и о здоровье.

Теперь надо попробовать ее попку.

— Охайя, пойдем в спальню. – Она встала и пошла за мной, как рабыня на невольничьем рынке.

Здесь я опять сунул ей в рот член, чтобы она его быстренько подняла. Охайя знала свое дело и быстро справилась с этим.

Надев презерватив, она нанесла на него смазку, а так же смазала свой анус.Я поставил ее в колено-локтевую позицию и начал вводить в попку свой поршень. Охайя даже не застонала. А когда я, набрав определенный темп, двигал стержнем в ее внутренностях, только слегка эротично стонала.

Мне даже не было необходимости шлепать ее по ягодицам. Она сама сжимала мышцы ануса и тем самым доставляла мне удовольствие.Перед самым финишем я вышел из ее попки и, помогая себе рукой, кончил на ее спинку и ягодицы, размазав членом сперму по всему телу.

— Спасибо, малышка. Ты доставила мне массу наслаждения, — сказал я, шлепнув ее по попке. – Беги в ванную. За тобой сейчас приедут.

Охайя побежала мыться, а я выпил коньяку и закурил.

Когда она вышла из душа, я дал ей тысячу рублей и налил рюмку коньяку.

— Это тебе за отличную работу. – Тут раздался телефонный звонок. – Да, приезжайте. Продлевать не буду. – Это звонили ребята из агентства.

Пока Охайя одевалась и прихорашивалась, раздался трезвон дверного звонка.

— Ну как, вам понравилось? – спросил широкоплечий, войдя в прихожую.

— Да, очень. – Я передал ему остальную сумму. – Наверняка еще не раз буду пользоваться вашими услугами.

— Будем очень рады. All the best to you. – Он забрал Охайю, и они скрылись за дверью.

На следующий день позвонил Пятаков.

— Привет, Аркаша. How are you? Нашел то, что искал? – поинтересовался он.

— Привет, Володя. Everything is fine. Нашел и пользовался, — ответил я.

— Ну, я за тебя рад. Да, еще по секрету скажу, но только никому. – Я заверил его, что буду нем, как могила. – Я еще там молоденького гея трахнул. Тоже, скажу тебе, не хило. Но только никому.

«Ну что же, каждому свое», — подумал я.

В агентство я больше не звонил, но с Ритой продолжаем встречаться, как минимум, два раза в неделю.

BERLI.