Love for animals is mandatory.

For some, New Year is a wonderful holiday when you can gather with family and friends whom you have not seen for a long time, although you sleep in the same bed and have breakfast at the same table, but for others it is the most ordinary day in another week, another month, another year.

This is what this day was like for Dima. At his new job, there was a bunch of unfinished business that Dima wanted to close, and no one was waiting for him at home, so there was no point in rushing. He didn’t want to go to an empty apartment with an empty refrigerator, but at eight o’clock in the evening his bosses kicked him out of work.

— Where to go, where to go, who to find, to whom

to surrender?” — this thought was spinning in my head while Dima was going down the elevator.

Across the floor, the doors opened and five beauties poured inside. One is more beautiful than the other. Even the strict type of clothing (company dress code) excited Dima more than ever. Huddled in a small rectangular box, the girls squeezed the only man between the wall and their bodies. While the elevator slowly descended, the girls laughed loudly, and their curvaceous forms swayed in Dima’s face, like the most delicious jelly that he loved so much.

— Happy New Year! - the girls muttered loudly and fell out of the elevator, which arrived on the first floor. Dima just smiled, flying in his dirty fantasies with these beautiful representatives of the exciting sex.

It was snowing outside. The streets are already slightly snowy. The city was plunged into a beautiful snow globe, which was shaken in time.

The thought of an empty apartment was gnawing at Dima, when suddenly a waist-deep naked girl with skates in her hands climbed out of a passing car, shouting: “Everyone to the skating rink!”

For some time Dima heard her calling.

— Why not?! It is better to celebrate the New Year with unknown people and get drunk than to celebrate it alone and get drunk. As they say: “How you celebrate the New Year is how you will spend it.”

Standing in line at the ticket office of the skating rink, Dima felt himself starting to freeze. “Now I’ll grab my skates and warm up,” thought Dima. The last time he skated was a year ago, but his muscles remember and as soon as they felt sliding on the ice, Dima felt at ease.

The evening was just beginning, more and more people were coming. Maneuvering between loving couples who were moving very slowly on the skating rink, Dima only thought: “Just don’t crash.”

People were happy, drinking champagne, and Dima was skating like crazy, as if he was trying to forget himself.

The president’s speech was made, the chimes struck midnight. Dima drove up the hill with acceleration. Someone fired a firework and Dima, without expecting it from himself, was distracted by these lights, and when he turned his head, a collision could not be avoided. Flying down the mountain, a girl stood in his way, who obviously didn’t know how to ride, and she certainly didn’t know how to avoid obstacles.

- Damn, damn, damn! — that’s all Dima repeated before sweeping the girl off her feet.

For some time they rolled on the ice by inertia. Lying on the girl, Dima felt how quickly she was breathing.

— Damn it, I just accelerated normally,” the girl screamed, still under Dima, who had no intention of getting up. Subconsciously he was satisfied with the current situation.

— Sorry,” the girl cleared her throat.

Opening his eyes, Dima realized that they were addressing him.

— Hello,” was all he could say, smiling his most irresistible smile.

— Okay - you swept me off my feet, okay - now you’re lying on me, but the position of your hands doesn’t suit me at all,” the girl angrily glared with her green eyes at Dima’s hands, which were tightly squeezing the girl’s chest.

Looking at his hands, Dima did not immediately understand what didn’t suit her, he settled in well and was happy with everything.

— Damn, I’m sorry,” he reluctantly, but withdrew his hands, and stood up. Looking at the lying girl from above, something skipped a beat in his chest. “Let me help you get up,” Dima gallantly offered.

- What’s more, I can get up myself, and you, with your gallantry, go to hell.

In any other situation, Dima would not have paid any attention to girls like this: “Unfucked people,” he called them, but he himself wanted to fuck this person.

- Maybe we should go to the first aid station after all? - Dima said carefully.

Getting on her skates, the girl shook herself off the snow.

— Go there yourself,” pushing off, the girl slowly rolled along the path, leaving Dima, languishing with desire, alone.

Now, his only goal at this rink was this girl. Inadvertently he encountered her and observed her. During all this time, no one approached her, which meant that this girl was completely alone here.

The skating rink was closing and everyone was slowly leaving it. Looking out from behind the wooden cafe, Dima had one last chance, which he did not want to miss. The girl was one of the last to ride. Dima accelerated and knocked her off her feet. This time he kept his hands to himself, but after throwing the girl onto the ice, he managed to hug her and make sure she was on top.

- Yes, you are following me! - Dima exclaimed, expecting a reaction.

- No, well, this is not funny at all.

- Who's laughing? - Dima smiled.

- What do you need from me? - the girl turned to him.

— It’s you who are lying on me, so I have to ask such questions,” Dima did not stop smiling.

Leaning her fist on his chest, the girl stood up.

- Ay! - Dima exclaimed, clutching his chest, in the hope that the lady of his heart would cling to his chest, rubbing the bruised area.

— It won’t give you a ride, buddy, but if anything happens, the first aid station is over there,” pointing to the house with a red cross, she smiled.

— If she smiled, then all is not lost,” thought Dima.

- Are you here alone? — Having caught up with the girl, the guy turned to her.

- Why do you need it?

— I want to know if I will get a fist in the face or a wonderful kiss.

— I can only give you a wonderful slap in the face.

- You are always like this...

- Yes, always, - the girl did not allow him to finish his sentence.

Having handed over his skates, Dima quickly put on his shoes and ran to look for his strange companion, who was heading towards the metro.

— You know, I always thought about one phrase on New Year’s Eve.

The girl just gave him a surprised look.

- Who you will celebrate the New Year with is the one you will spend it with. This year I met you.

- Don’t tell me that this is fate, otherwise I’ll cry.

— I believe that this is fate,” Dima said in the most romantic tone possible. In response, he heard a ringing girlish laugh, which aroused his imagination.

— You’re funny,” the girl looked at him.

— I’m trying.

- So what do you need from me?

- I want to invite you on a date.

— Unless it’s at the skating rink.

— My name is Dima.

- Masha.

***

A month has passed since their first date. Dima was immensely glad that he was able to achieve the favor of this girl. Her sharp tongue drove him crazy. Masha was so independent of male attention that she kept Dima in constant good shape, and at every meeting he tried to surprise her. Always inventing entertainment.

During all the time spent together, their intimate relationship did not go beyond French kissing. Although one day, Masha allowed Dima into the treasured place. She knew how to start it with half a turn, and this applied not only to his car. Each time he languished with excitement, and after that, when she sometimes, by chance, touched his trousers, Dima’s fantasy exploded and millions of exciting particles scattered throughout his body, making him tremble.

He ​​knew that Masha sees such a reaction to her touch, which is why she bites her lower lip. She wants him, but Dima could not understand what was holding back the tigress in the body of a cat.

The lovers always met in Dima’s apartment, although every evening the girl went to her home. She was hiding something and this situation did not suit Dima very well.

One day at dinner, Dima decided to ask his beloved why their meetings always take place in his house. He had nothing against it, but he wanted to know what the girl was hiding.

Pouring a glass of wine, Dima settled down opposite Masha.

- Mash!

- Yes.

- Do you live with your parents?

Wine splashed across the room, staining Dima.

- What? — the girl laughed. - Where did you get the idea?

- You never invited me to your place, and I thought that you lived with your parents.

— What nonsense,” Masha smiled.

— If that’s the case, then you won’t mind if I stay with you tomorrow after we go to a restaurant that opened nearby,” Dima knew in which area the girl lived, but did not know the address.

- No, I can’t, I have renovations.

— Repair! Why did you hire some people when you have me, a jack of all trades.

- Dim, don’t be offended.

- This is strange.

— Sorry,” the cute green eyes that Dima adored turned to him.

- Okay, I need to take a shower, otherwise I’m all soaked in this, your, wine.

The girl let out an erotic laugh, covering her mouth.

— I’ll clean everything up here for now.

Dima decided to launch a counter-offensive. Since this beast loves to play with him, then he decided to play with her feelings. Standing up, he unbuttoned and took off his stained shirt. Under the clothes there was a rather solid and strong body. Of course, Dima didn’t have six packs on his stomach, but he also didn’t have a flabby belly.

Noticing the way Masha was looking at his muscles, Dima decided to play with them a little.

Masha stood with dishes in her hands, biting her lower lip. From the way the girl squeezed her legs, Dima realized that she was excited.

There was an ear-to-ear smile on her face. After Dima took off his pants, Masha’s eyes lit up with excitement. He saw how she wanted him, but the inner leash of innocence held the girl back.

— If it doesn’t let me, then we’ll start it,” flashed through Dima’s head.

They spent the evening watching horror films. The choice of this genre could have pleased the would-be lover, but Masha was not at all afraid, and therefore did not cling to him, in the hope that he would protect the poor girl. Sometimes Masha threw her leg over his torso, and he could stroke this smooth skin from the very heel to the beautiful buttock. They didn’t go further than stroking, but Dima endured it, especially after he learned that his beloved was innocent not only mentally, but also physically. What it meant to him to be her first man.

One afternoon Masha called Dima.

- Hello.

— Hello, did something happen? - Dima was surprised, since Masha had never called him before while working.

- You know, I thought about it and realized that after all, you are right as always.

— What are you right about? —

— About my apartment. I'm really not inviting you.

— So no repairs?

— No repairs,” Masha exhaled.

- Well, then I'm waiting for an invitation.

— That’s why I’m calling.

- Yes.

- I want to invite you today. But it won’t be just an evening like we had before.

— Yes,” Dima savored.

- In general, I’m waiting for you at home in the evening and I hope we’re thinking about the same thing, namely, how this evening should end.

— I’ll come.

After hanging up the phone, everything inside Dima was raging with joy. He was filled with wild sexual emotions.

— I’ve waited!” - he shouted.

In the evening, Dima, dressed up, bought two packs of condoms at the nearest pharmacy, to which he received a disapproving look from the old pharmacist.

- What? What if she is insatiable! — the guy turned to the pharmacist.

He ​​carried flowers in one hand and sweets in the other. For the first time in his life, he was nervous.

— Finally,” that’s all he kept repeating.

A charming young girl with green eyes opened the door for the guy, her beautiful brown hair was neatly tucked behind her ears, revealing her exciting neck. The light blouse hugged the girl's chest nicely and was pleasing to the man's eyes. Masha didn’t like to wear tight and provocative things, and this blouse was no exception, but it emphasized everything that was needed so favorably that Dima didn’t even notice anything unnecessary. Instead of a skirt, as always, tight pants.

— Hello, come in,” the girl beckoned the guy into the apartment.

Having undressed, Dima assessed the apartment.

- It’s cozy here.

- Thank you, come into the hall.

The apartment consisted of two rather large rooms. There was already a laid table in the hall. The wine was in a cup with ice. Without waiting for Masha, the guy opened the bottle and poured out the alcohol.

— Make yourself comfortable, make yourself at home,” Masha’s voice came from the kitchen.

— Already,” Dima said, taking a sip of wine. Landing on the sofa, the guy watched TV, waiting for his beloved.

Looking at the paintings on the walls, Dima slowly turned his head in one direction or the other. Looking to the right, he saw two black eyes and a black nose a few centimeters from his face. Not paying attention, he took another sip, thinking it was a toy, and then it dawned on him. Turning his head sharply, he saw a huge rat in front of him, staring at him.

- What the hell! - Dima exclaimed, jumping up from the sofa.

From the man’s scream, Masha flew into the hall with horror in her eyes.

- What, what is it?

- What, what is this? — Dima pointed his finger at the creature standing on the back of the sofa and sniffing the air.

— I was so scared,” Masha exhaled. “Dim, listen, you wanted to know my secret, so here it is,” Masha pointed to the black creature. - This is Strike and he's a ferret.

— It would be better if these were parents,” Dima said to himself.

— Strike?

- Yeah, I hope you will become friends with him, since he is my only man.

Dima shuddered slightly at the phrase uttered by Masha.

— If this vile creature is her only man, then who am I?” — Dima asked himself.

- Don’t be afraid, he doesn’t bite. I need to go away and finish cooking the meat, and you can talk,” Masha kissed Dima on the cheek and left.

— Chat? And what should I talk to him about? - Dima hissed under his breath, without stopping looking at the ferret walking along the back of the sofa.

Trying to sit back in his place, Dima felt the creature’s unpleasant gaze on him.

- What did you hatch?

To which, in response, the ferret walked to the edge of the back and stood on its hind legs.

- Damn it! - Dima recoiled. - Vile creature.

After the first bottle of wine, the second, and then the third, were used. The relaxed atmosphere completely disposed the young people to something more than just kissing.

Sitting down on Dima’s lap with a glass of wine, Masha whispered: “I want you,” after which she bit his earlobe. Never before has Dima's member come into combat readiness so quickly. Throughout the evening, Dima felt the gaze of black eyes, but now he emerged victorious from this situation. Picking Masha up in his arms, he carried the girl into the bedroom. Having reached the entrance to the corridor, Dima made sure that Masha was not looking and showed his middle finger to the ferret, adding this gesture with the word: “Bite it.”

Slamming the door behind him, Dima threw Masha onto the bed. A deja vu effect appeared before his eyes. The girl lying on the ice was now lying in front of him again.

— I want you,” she repeated. Having unbuttoned his shirt and lowered his pants, Dima completely forgot about the condoms, especially since they were so far away. Having pulled off the girl’s pants and jacket, a beautiful creature was revealed to him. Swollen breasts swayed with every movement of Masha. Exciting red panties covered the beautiful female flower that Dima so wanted to know. Lifting Masha, Dima skillfully unclasped her bra and threw it aside. Having pressed his lips into these beautiful breasts, Dima's hands groped over the girl's body, trembling with excitement. The natural juice that appeared on the girl’s panties indicated that she was completely ready to accept her man.

— What is

for? — the guy stood up, looking around the room. Another grinding noise was heard in the room.

- Come on. I'm waiting. Why are you delaying? — Masha, writhing under him, beckoned him into herself.

— It seemed,” thought Dima, getting ready to stuff his girlfriend.

The persistent grinding of claws on the door brought the guy back to his senses.

- What the hell! - Jumping out of bed and leaving Masha to languish with excitement, Dima opened the door. Strike looked up at Dima. В его лукавых глазках отражалась довольная ухмылка означающая только одно: «Сегодня тебе не перепадет приятель, только не на моей территории».

— Ну, уж нет, — Дима, захлопнув дверь, вернулся в постель. — Этот мелкий засранец не испортит мне такой вечер, — рычал Дима.

— Моя крошка, — проведя рукой меж грудей Маши он опустился ниже. Помассировав пальцами клитор девушки, Маша издала возбуждающий стон.

— Возьми же меня, — стонала девушка. Прицелившись, Дима готов был уже войти, как настырный скрежет когтей вновь раздался по комнате.

— Не может быть, — сидя в постели, Дима смотрел на изнывающее тело Маши, на эти манящие холмики, на прекрасный животик и то, что следовало ниже, и то как его половой член медленно сдувался от очередного скрежета когтей.

Маша была слишком пьяна и просто уснула. Дима лег рядом и всю ночь слушал эту мелодию, которую Страйк совершал с дверью.

— Сукин сын! — проклинал его Дима.

Если бы кто-то сказал ему, что какое-то мерзкое создание обломает ему надежду на то, что он не сможет оттрахать свою подружку, Дима бы рассмеялся этому человеку в лицо, возможно, даже бы врезал.

Как только забрезжил рассвет за окном, Дима встал, за дверью никого не было. Приняв душ, парень приготовил завтрак и стал дожидаться, когда встанет его любовь, которую он не смог удовлетворить, и она не заставила себя ждать.

Выползая из комнаты, девушка держалась за голову.

— Я так напилась вчера, ничего не помню. Здравствуй, — повиснув на Диме, Маша страстно поцеловала его в шею. — Но это была божественная ночь.

— Вчера ничего не было, — огрызнулся Дима смотря на ковыляющего в их сторону довольного хорька.

— Как это не было? — отстранилась от Димы девушка. — Я же помню, как ты принес меня в комнату, как срывал одежду, я даже ощущала жар твоего члена.

— Да, это все было, но потом ты уснула и мне пришлось остановиться, — Дима не хотел говорить Маше, то, что он прекратил ласки из-за того, что один мелкий засранец возомнил из себя главу дома.

— Прости, — поцеловав парня в щеку, Маша отправилась в ванную.

После того как девушка включила воду в душе Дима набросился словесно на хорька.

— Слушай сюда, крыса переросток, теперь я в доме хозяин.

В ответ хорек встал на задние лапы.

— Даже не думай, этим ты меня не испугаешь, — рычал на него Дима. — Я не собираюсь терпеть твои выходки. Запомни, ты обломал мне одну ночь, но больше этого не повториться, — наезжая на хорька Дима поймал себя на мысли, что хорек ехидно улыбается.

После этой ночи Маша не проявляла больше никаких признаков заинтересованности в сексе. На какое-то время наступило безжалостное затишье, но Дима ждал. Иногда, когда он проводил время в доме Маши, то частенько ловил неодобрительный взгляд Страйка. Когда они смотрели телевизор, Дима мог приобнять Машу за плечо, на что сразу получал гневный взгляд Страйка, сразу же подскакивающего. Как-то Диме, даже, показалось, что хорек отрицательно мотает головой, когда Дима рукой залез к Маше под майку.

— Чертов животное, — скрипел сквозь зубы Дима себе под нос.

Отношения молодой парочки развивались, но интимная жизнь тормозилась этим мерзким созданием, живущим в квартире. Дима не знал что делать. Проблема стояла в том, что Маша четко дала понять, что при любой ситуации она выберет хорька.

Перелопатив кучу информации в интернете, по поводу доминирования, Дима не нашел дельного совета.

— Маш, а твой Страйк познал хориху?

— Пока нет.

— Ты думала о том, чтобы свести его с какой-нить волосатой подружкой?

— Что ты, нет, — рассмеялась Маша.

На следующий день, Дима шел с подарком в руках. Открыв дверь, перед девушкой показалась переноска, из которой выглядывало прекрасное темное создание с черными глазками.

— Что это такое? — воскликнула Маша.

— Это, Дейзи. Теперь это моя хориха и я хотел бы представить ее Страйку.

— Но, эм, — пыталась сказать что-то Маша.

— Никаких Но.

Поставив и открыв переноску ребята отошли в сторону. Страйк вылез из-под дивана и внимательно начал обнюхивать воздух. По его реакции Дима понял, что Страйку понравился женский запах.

— Думаю нам нужно оставить их.

— Ты прав.

Прикрывая дверь, Дима встретился взглядом с довольным хорьком.

— Развлекайся, — подмигнув хорьку глазом, Дима прикрыл дверь.

— Что насчет нас? — Дима покрывал девушку жаркими поцелуями, от которых у девушки подкашивались коленки. Он чувствовал через рукава рубашки, как девушка сжимает его руки.

Визги, доносившиеся из комнаты, указывали на то, что Страйк, уже, забил своей подружке.

А тем временем, в соседней комнате, Дима выбивал свой собственный страйк, засаживая, стонущей от удовольствия, Маше.

Это был самый долгий и шикарный секс, которым он занимался. (Эротические рассказы) От долгой работы во рту все пересохло. Тихо поднявшись с постели, парень прошел в кухню и выпил стакан воды. Шарканье маленьких лапок привлекло его внимание. Страйк семенил к своей миске с водой. — Что приятель, умотала Дейзи тебя?

В ответ, хорек довольно посмотрел на парня. Сделав глубоки выдох Дима вновь обратился к хорьку.

— Что ж, продолжим?

Хорек одобрительно кивнул. Направляясь в комнату, Дима следил, как бы ненароком не наступить на пацана. Задержавшись воле двери, Дима поймал взгляд благодарности.

— Мы заслужили это приятель, — Дима, улыбнувшись, скрылся в комнате, как и его новый друг.