Business Trip and Its Consequences

I am an economist. I serve in a reputable company as a senior consultant on economics, marketing and finance. I am 36 years old, I am successful and independent. The company sent me to Kazan for a seminar. Knowing that the Tatars are Muslims, I wore a long dress with covered shoulders. We were met in Kazan and taken to our hotels by minibus. The next morning the seminar began, where I read my report and answered questions. The following reports and messages were a bit boring and I went to the toilet. On the way to the toilet, a local guy jumped out from behind a column, grabbed me by the arm forcefully and dragged me into some office. He closed the door and pushed me forcefully in the back. I flew on my

heels onto the table, but managed to grab the edge of the table. A man, about forty, ran up from behind, lifted my skirt and tied it on my head. Then he unfastened my bra and tied my hands. Then he tore off my panties and I heard the sound of trousers falling. The man inserted his penis into me and began to fuck me furiously. I have long known the rule - if rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy it. Intuitively, I realized that he was not going to rob or kill me. He only wanted sex. I relaxed, and my pussy took this as a signal. She went limp, flowed and took the dick deeper, deeper, deeper... I got an orgasm, and he came after me. Then he went for the second time and I got an orgasm again. He went for the third time and again I got an orgasm. It’s surprising that my body doesn’t reject the rapist. I was getting dressed, and he put something in my panties. I pulled it out - it was a 25 ruble bill. I swung my hand to hit him / I don’t take money for this /, but he jumped back to the door. I stopped him - why did he rush at my long skirt, when there are plenty of young women in minis and with good breasts? He replied that I was beautiful, strict and a big boss, that he couldn’t get me just like that, but I really wanted to... I returned to the meeting room. They announced a coffee break. The cafe served excellent coffee with echpochmak pies with meat and potatoes. The break ended, everyone rushed into the meeting room, and I lingered, talking with a colleague, but they called him and he ran away, and I slowly followed into the hall. I was alone. And, suddenly, a man jumps out, grabs me, drags me into the office and repeats the first scenario is a skirt on my head, panties and his trousers on the floor, and his penis in me. Again the man enters me three times, I get orgasms three times and again 25 rubles. in my panties. The man is different, but the scenario is the same. I returned to the hall. Three hours later they announced a break for lunch. Everyone went to the restaurant to enjoy local cuisine. They served Tatar-style solyanka, pilaf, Tatar-style meat, and beshbarmak. After the restaurant I went to walk around the building of the science center. At some point a man (the third one) rushes at me and the same scenario went on, as if he was recorded on video. Again, a dress on my head, panties and his trousers on the floor, a penis in me, three orgasms and 25 rubles in panties. I couldn’t realize it. What sur-realism - in half a day - three rapes, nine orgasms and 75 rubles fee... On the third day the seminar ended, but I wanted to see the city. I went up to the head of the seminar and asked to extend the business trip for ten days, and you will give me a certificate for my superiors that you have extended my business trip to give lectures on economics in your center and will extend my hotel reservation. The head of the seminar looked at me with interest, chuckled in his mustache, and said that his deputy was solving such issues. He called on the phone and said something in Tatar. I went into the office of his deputy. An imposing man of about fifty with a bald spot on his head was sitting there. I outlined my desires, and he assured that it was possible. Suddenly he rushed at me, put his hands under my skirt and put them in my panties. I looked into his eyes and clearly stated, “not here.” He removed his hands, called the secretary, dictated a certificate for me, extended the hotel reservation and rebooked the train ticket. Embarrassed, he asked if I agreed to the restaurant. I politely assured him that I couldn’t handle such a high-ranking official. to force people to stoop to violence against a woman, and even a guest of the republic. He brought me to a restaurant where he was well known, talked with the customers, and I sneaked into the toilet. On the way out, some waiter grabbed me, dragged me into an empty room and then the same thing, like a carbon copy skirt, panties, a penis in me. The waiter asked if I would really sleep with the old goat. I answered that it was necessary. He ground his teeth. And I added to him that he only has 20 minutes. If in 20 minutes he gives me an orgasm, I’ll take his phone, invite him to the hotel and sleep with him. I don’t know how he did it, but in 20 minutes he gave me a cascade of orgasms and I took the phone from him... I went out into the hall, the table was already set, the cook was great, I tried a little of each vomit, and my companion got drunk, drank and was “good.” brought me to his luxurious dacha. I jerked him off, he was sluggish, he entered me, and then collapsed on the pillow and fell asleep. He snored until the morning, and in the morning I told him in an admiring tone that he was a real man and entered me four times during the night, showing him a towel with his sperm the first time. He was terribly happy, proud, built a luxurious breakfast, and then gave me a box with a necklace, a pendant with a gold chain and an elegant diamond ring, as well as four 25 ruble bills. I still wear these jewelry. He took me to the hotel, and I immediately forgot it. I called Marat the waiter and invited him to the hotel. All the nights before my departure I spent only with him. Marat was a magnificent, amazing lover. He filled me, turned me on with his passion, and the desire to leave something from him as a keepsake grew stronger in me. It was time to leave. I exchanged my compartment ticket for a SV/double/. The train started moving and then Marat jumped into the compartment and wanted to see me off. I threw myself on his neck, took off my clothes and undressed him, sat on his lap. He entered me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist / in an oriental style /,, pressed him to me with my legs. Marat pumped me up, caressed me and kissed my breasts. The train drove to the stop for 2.5 hours, and Marat fucked me and caressed those breasts. He already had to leave and I suddenly told him: - U I probably won’t have such an amazing lover like you in my life, but I want you to stay in my heart. I’ll call you for a week, take you to a boarding house and there you’ll give me a boy. I’ll pay for the travel, I don’t need alimony - I have my own apartment and a good salary. Marat shuddered, but promised to come. Two months later, I took a week off and called Marat. We went to a boarding house and I literally did not let him out of bed. How Marat contrived, but he made me two boys. It was hard to carry two boys, I was in confinement, but I gave birth to twins normally. At work, some of the women tried to tease me about the fact that I have children without a father. I clearly answered that there is a father, but he is one and a half thousand kilometers away, and you, otters, are jealous because of your chronic lack of sex. And I have two wonderful boys - Rustam and Timur - my happiness, my joy. And just try throwing stones at me - I have such defenders! That’s how an ordinary business trip gave me a meeting with an amazing man-lover, and he gave me two boys. Daniel.