Drunken beauty for sale
(The text contains a "golden shower" scene. If that doesn't scare you off, I wish you pleasant reading!)
— Little horsey, today we're going to a party where we'll introduce you to some producers, — said Kirill, stroking my back and rhythmically moving the anal plug shaped like a horse's tail.
— Neigh, — I pouted my lips and wiggled my butt.
The man reluctantly pulled out the plug, sighed, and gave me an encouraging slap.
— I won't fuck you right now. Well, sweetie, let's go for breakfast.
Well, good, don't fuck me. My sobered-up brain was sending "Run!" signals this morning, and only the unexpected invitation — to be introduced to the producers of the city beauty pageant
stopped me from a shameful escape."Sugar daddy," also known as Kirill Borisovich Sokhnovets, who had intercepted me in a relay from his son's friends yesterday, couldn't get enough of playing with his little horse.
Everything about me delighted him: the long, golden-tanned legs, the delicate childlike face, and especially — the shy tendency towards submission and pain, which had manifested once I got drunk and felt a strong masculine hand.
In the end, the man had kicked his sister and the servants out of the suburban house for the weekend, moving them to an extra city apartment. He only left his personal assistant and his son Fyodor, whom he apparently couldn't bring himself to kick out of his own home.
Now he was trying to drag my naked carcass into the dining room for breakfast, persuading and convincing me. Fedy was there, I was naked, and it embarrassed me terribly.
— I don't want to. Let him leave!
As a result of brief but epithet-rich negotiations, the man left the leather bridle on my head, but took out the plug-tail. I declared that I wanted to sit on a chair like a human. They poured me a shot of vodka for courage, kissed the top of my head, and led me away.
The owner's assistant, a hulking brute with not the slightest hint of intelligence on his hard, granite-like face, didn't even bat an eyelash when the owner led me into the dining room in my birthday suit, but with shoes and a bridle.
Fedy choked on his scrambled eggs and flushed crimson.
The assistant didn't embarrass me in the slightest. A servant is a servant. But the fact that Fedy saw me… was awful, just fucking awful. He might think something. I had to proudly lift my chin and clip-clop past him.
The guy greedily examined all my attractions. Even though he'd managed to stick it in me in the utility room at the party, it was in the dark and while wildly drunk, so now he was just devouring me with his eyes. Look and admire, your bespectacled girls don't have anything close to this. Exclusive, genes, and personal trainers.
Thrusting out my round breasts, with slightly forward-pointing areolas and bright nipples trembling with each step, I elegantly landed on the chair and, out of spite, gave Kirill, who sat down next to me, a gentle smile.
— Bon appétit, master.
— And to you, little horse, and to you, — Kirill exhaled contentedly and broke into a smile.
Breakfast proceeded in a wonderful family atmosphere, with the brute's silent service, Fedy's drooling, and the most delicate sea bass with white wine.
Kirill carefully monitored the level in my glass and actively refilled it. I drank glass after glass beautifully, pinky finger extended, and decided not to worry about how stupid I looked right now.
My head started buzzing, my cheeks flushed. To hell with this Fedy. I have nothing to be ashamed of!
Having finished about a third of his plate, the master leaned towards my ear and whispered:
— Go under the table, little horse.
I froze, shot a glance towards his son, and raised an eyebrow in surprise.
— The tablecloth is long, it'll cover everything, don't be a pussy. Prooooduceeers, I remind you — Kirill crudely blackmailed me and sprawled on his chair.
As they say, when pride suffers, self-respect supports. I set down my fork and knife, elegantly took a sip from my glass for the road, and, giving a sweet smile for the last time, dove under the table. Well, you bastard, as soon as I sort out the pageant, that's it, I'm dumping you. I shook my fist while no one could see.
It was light and clean, like in children's playhouses. I turned around and studied the battlefield map.
About two meters away, Fedy was, ugh, sitting, legs spread. He had a lively erection tenting his light pajama pants.
To my right, my general sat relaxed, barely covered by his robe. I crawled over, blinked thoughtfully — something was starting to get foggy — and stroked his knees.
— How's your institute, son? — came from above my head.
Pfft, I'm going to suck him off, and he's decided to have a conversation.
Kirill was sitting slightly reclined, allowing me to pop my head out. The robe was silk, clearly expensive — I can recognize quality Thai silk.
— It's fine, I'm studying, — Fedy said, clearing his throat and leaning slightly for a better view.
— I still can't understand why you went into medicine.
I pushed aside the robe's flap and stroked the calmly resting male beauties with my fingers. Well, well, Kiryush, you don't want me as much right now as you want to prove something to your son.
I shrugged, I don't care either way. The master is the boss. The main thing is that he keeps his word.
I gently licked, supporting with my fingers, from base to tip. A nice cock, and the smell is downright candy-like.
I took the warm flesh into my silken mouth and started sucking, looking up. Just how the "master" likes it.
But Kirill wasn't looking at me.
— What will your white coat give you? Money? Opportunities?
— But colleagues and patients will love me, not light candles for my soul. People like you are a dying breed.
— Yes, — Kirill grimaced bitterly and grabbed my hair, — When the dinosaurs die out, the lizards will remain.
The argument was clearly an old one; they bickered without fire but with strong irritation.
Kirill's cock, which had worked hard yesterday, refused to lift its head. It tried to slip out of my lips and flop onto the master's thighs, pretending to be asleep.
I'm on vacation, here's my sick leave.
Kirill, realizing he might make a fool of himself, suddenly pushed me away, stood up abruptly, and closed his robe.
— Alright, eat my food. I'm going to work.
Right at the door, he stopped, turned around, and said more softly, sweeping his gaze over me:
— Darya, you have a tattoo parlor after breakfast. A nipple ring, and then I'll take you to the party.
That's it, he left.
I crawled out from under the table in confusion and sat down, batting my eyelashes. I swayed, settling in. Hmm. For the first time, a man didn't get hard for me.
We ate in silence and pensively for a couple more minutes, each lost in our own thoughts, until Fedy, gloomily poking his fork, suddenly exploded, throwing his utensils aside.
— Asshole! He doesn't like my institute! Waves a slut under my nose, decided to lure me with the sweet life.
The guy decisively jumped up, bumping the table and causing a dangerous, rolling clatter of crystal. He's going to wreck everything now, oh my god.
— What, daddy's not standing up for your sweet tooth? Happy business, little horse, somehow ruins a man's health, oh dear, how sad.
With a light movement, he pulled down the elastic of his house pants and calmly shoved his cock, in full battle erection, into my astonished mouth.
A hip thrust, laughter.
— You're watching on the cameras right now, aren't you, dad. Well, watch, watch how girls suck cock not for money, but just because I want them to, watch how your little horse sucks a young, standing cock.
He thrust into my mouth with a jerk, gripping the straps tangled in my hair tightly, almost tearing out clumps.
His nerves failed him, and he came in one thrust, moaning and pressing his pelvis, rubbing against my face.
"They're both assholes," I thought, trying to break free and involuntarily swallowing so as not to choke.
The door slammed for the second time, and we were left alone with the assistant.
He silently handed me a glass to wash down the sudden deposit. I rinsed, carefully dabbed my mouth with a napkin, trying to keep my composure. I tapped my finger, commanding him to pour more.
As dad says, it's a sin to indulge in despondency when there are other sins.
— Will you take me to the salon?
— Yes.
And so we finished breakfast.
Above the tattoo parlor, colorful letters enticingly sparkled and shimmered. Practically fully painted characters were smoking at the entrance.
With a cold "poker face," I clip-clopped past, paused at the door while my brute opened it, and fluttered inside. A thin bell tinkled.
At the reception stood a similarly painted, trashy-khokhloma-style matryoshka doll, about 25 years old.
— I'm here for 10, piercing.
— Ah, you're for Oleg, — the matryoshka nodded welcomingly, waving her hand towards the far door.
To Oleg. At least not to the Howl of the Abyss or the Demonic Dog. Oleg is fine, okay.
Sheets with someone's insane fantasies were pinned to the walls, some colored, some just black.
How people are ashamed of their bodies, that they have to decorate and hide them like this. I shook my head sadly. Poor people.
I would never have come here in my life if it weren't for Kirill's demand. You see, a pierced ring is a long-time dream. He should pierce his own dream on his cock. I squinted spitefully, imagining it.
— Hi. You're Dasha? I'm Oleg.
Ahem. It is the Demonic Dog after all.
In the small room, hung with colorful rags, stood something with huge holes in its ears and metal in its nose.
— Well then, let's not drag out the procedure, we don't have much time, — Oleg — the Dog nodded towards the couch, — Undress and relax. I'll numb it now.
Although it was all fine at first, then it got weird. They pierced me. A dull, sharp pain shot and spread through my chest, diving into my crotch.
I bit my lip and twitched with pleasure. Gooood.
Oleg was surprised and cautiously touched the pierced nipple with a drop of blood with his finger. kkiss18.net I jerked and laughed drunkenly.
— Wow, that felt good!
Cheerfully commenting, the guy busily applied medicine to the nipple to my moans. Then, already thoughtfully, he taped the ring in place with a bandage so it wouldn't flop around.
— Come on. You're into this? Why are you moaning?
Biting his lip out of curiosity, the guy touched the nipple and gave it a flick, the pervert. And I almost had an orgasm. Wow, what a thing I have on me now.
— Hey, girl, come, huh? — he whispered excitedly, leaning in, eyes gleaming, — I'll brag to the guys later. Will you come? I'll help you. I'll play with your tits.
I moaned, grabbed his T-shirt, and pulled him towards me.
— What are you doing? You idiot, what a slut, — he exhaled excitedly — Eekh. To hell with it, we'll do it quick...
— Quiet, quiet., — he whispered, breathing tobacco in my face, the metal in his nose twitching, — your tits are fucking awesome, saw them, almost came right away.
I literally yanked his cock out of his pants. Oh. A metal disc was implanted above the head. Interesting. Unlike Kirill, this boy had fully realized his childhood dream. I squeezed it greedily with my fingers. And under the head — another disc. So even two dreams.
RoboCop stroked the tips of my nipples and pressed a little. Which caused a whimper and me frantically stuffing his cock into myself.
Clattering, his equipment finally settled into my pussy, wet as an ocean. Oh. I've never been fucked with such sounds before.
Something was quietly grinding between my legs, metal balls were tearing up my little pussy. A long tongue with another ball licked my mouth, open in a silent scream.
All of this rubbed, scratched, creaked. As if not all the parts inside the guy were secured, and those that were had rusted considerably.
— Tits, slut, I'll tear your tits — he wheezed, squeezing both breasts.
"What am I doing. He's a freak" — thoughts rolled slowly, I grabbed his shaggy mane and rode him hard from below, thrusting my hips.
Not expecting such an attack, Oleg sank a sucking kiss into my mouth and suddenly slid off me sharply, spilling and bouncing.
Again?!
How many times? Quick-shooters, I hate them!
They put my dress on me and literally pushed me out the door.
— Have a nice day, miss. Umm. Don't swim for a couple of days. Umm. Bye.
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