Take me to the bathroom.

Hi. My name is Anya. Annushka. Tall. Small breasts. A firm, neat little butt. I change my hairstyle all the time, sometimes I grow my hair below my shoulders, sometimes I get a short haircut. Light hair color. Slender legs. Always well-groomed and beautifully dressed. Beautiful lingerie and an intimate trim always! 22 years old. What else to write about myself... Probably, that I'm a real slut, and that's what I like most about myself. Both me and the men who...

Just a year ago, I couldn't even imagine what a whore I could be and how much I would enjoy it. I have a good family and upbringing, didn't abuse alcohol, smoked very rarely. I

lost my virginity for love, I loved that guy. Then I only dated him for years. Then we broke up, our personalities didn't match. Grieving, I got really drunk at a bar. Sent my girlfriend home in a taxi. Called a friend who had been trying to win my love his whole life, but only got friendship. Valera. Said I was coming over now. I came. We drank wine. He sat there whining about how sorry he felt for me. And I wanted him to fuck me. But he would never make the first move. It was summer and I was wearing a dress. White. Not short, but not too long either. Just above the knee. He was sitting in an armchair, next to a coffee table with a bottle of wine and candies on a saucer. I was sitting opposite on a small sofa and when the wine was running out, he would get up, take the bottle, come over to me and fill my glass. Staring at my knees. Drowning my last doubts in the glass, I leaned back on the sofa back, causing my dress to ride up enough to show my white panties, which seemed to glow like phosphorus against my tanned legs (I had recently returned from the south, where I went with my boyfriend and where we finally had a falling out). Valera stumbled and blushed, his gaze fixed between my legs. And I slowly started to spread my legs, opening up an amazing view for him...

Believe me, I have an excellent body. I thought he would snap and jump on me, but he just sat there staring below my belly. So I took and slightly moved my panties to the side, and arched forward showing my pussy, and if he had been a normal, decisive guy, he would have fucked me in every... But instead he asked: "What are you doing?" Damn, what an idiot you have to be! I want him, I'm making the first move myself, and he. Cretin. "Fuck you, you wimp!" I said, pulling my dress down. I don't want to know you anymore.

It was about eleven in the evening when I got home by taxi. My parents were on another business trip to Minsk, so I was left to my own devices. The buzz was starting to wear off, and I wanted to drink more. I rarely drink, preferring to drink a few times a month and abstaining from alcohol the rest of the time. But if I start to let loose, I go all out. I looked at my reflection in the large mirror hanging in our hallway. Damn, I'd fuck myself...

No, today I decided not to stay alone under any circumstances. How to explain it to you... When I spread my legs in front of a man with whom I hadn't had a single kiss, not one romantic date. And I was really sure he would take me. And he would have been the second man in my life. New sensations, physical, moral. I was very excited by my action. I really liked that feeling. My pussy was still wet because I kept replaying the scene at Valera's apartment in my head. I needed adventure.

I took 100 bucks from my stash and called a taxi. I went to a club. In the city, this club was different from the others in that it was... How to put it... More intellectual. Jacket-wearing. There was always good security there, who were always very attentive. Wealthy people went there, people who like to relax and be safe. Businessmen and the golden youth. Art people. Gorgeous girls. No mobsters or showdowns. Rumor had it this club was run by an old authority figure who, at the beginning of the club's existence, stopped all attempts to turn this place into a circus for mobsters and thugs, which often happens with other clubs. True, the 40-currency entry fee and 15-currency cocktails stung a bit, but today I needed it. Entry and one cocktail. And then someone would pick me up and buy me drinks so they could later... me somewhere... I wanted that.

I took a Sex on the beach cocktail and settled at the bar on a high stool, showing off my long tanned legs, which now created an awesome contrast with my white dress glowing from the club lights. I immediately brushed off the first guy, a typical sugar daddy, albeit handsome. I didn't like the second one's manners. He was sure all girls were crazy about him and should squeal with joy at talking to him. But then two guys approached. They behaved modestly and very nicely, although it was clear they didn't suffer from a lack of female attention. Both were tall, well-dressed and not overweight. They weren't too drunk and, most importantly, there was no vulgarity. It was interesting to talk with them and I decided to stay with them for the evening. Dmitry and Zhenya. We moved to a corner sofa in the depths of the club, away from the dance floor. They offered me a cocktail and fruit, they themselves took a 200-gram bottle of cognac and orange juice. The boys were 25 years old, both worked somewhere at a firm owned by Zhenya's father. They were well-off and single. They told funny stories, good jokes, made innocent compliments. I sat between them in the deepest part of the corner sofa, gradually sinking into it as the boys moved closer and closer to me.

They were fighting for the right to possess me, attacking with their charm and humor. I felt good with them, it was fun. I was drunk, but only enough to feel more relaxed. None of the hangover horrors like yesterday when I got wasted and what I did in the morning. Zhenya invited me to dance. The DJ put on something slower than club techno, they do that periodically so people can rest a bit from energetic dancing before the animation program starts. I immediately pressed my whole body against the boy, letting him know to move to action. Thank God he didn't have Valera's character and soon his hands started creeping down my back. He quietly lowered them to the bottom of my back first, then with one hand quickly went below my back and, seeing no protest from me, grabbed my butt and pressed me to him. He had an erection. And a very strong one. "Poor boy, how much you want me," I whispered in his ear, after which we merged in a kiss. I hadn't kissed another boy besides my boyfriend for two years. God, how pleasant the first kiss with a new, unfamiliar man is. We kissed the whole dance, during which time his hands passionately explored my body, and when he stroked me in front... Through the dress, lightly touching... But my moan was so vulgar... Loud... He looked into my eyes and was thinking where to drag me off to.

But the music ended and the host announced the start of some competition. Bright lights came on and we returned to our distant table. Dmitry was waiting for us, bored. He hadn't found a partner for the dance. I sat down between them again. We drank and Zhenya pulled me to him for a kiss, showing Dmitry that I had already made a choice. We started kissing, and he kept pulling me closer to him. As a result, I completely sat on him, wrapping my legs around him. I felt his cock again, I felt it pressing against my girl, ready to break through the barrier of his pants sexpornotales.cc and my panties. Dima couldn't stand such a scene for long and, saying he was leaving us alone, went off somewhere. And Zhenya's hands were no longer stroking me, but just passionately groping me. He squeezed my butt, got under the dress, touched my breasts, kissed them. Gradually he got there too... I was sitting on him with my back to the hall, and the place allowed for frivolity. He moved my panties aside and ran his finger around the clitoral area, starting to caress slowly. So I wouldn't moan, he didn't let me go from the kiss. Gradually he started putting his finger deeper and deeper inside me, and I helped by arching towards him. I was going crazy with pleasure. Realizing what I was doing, with whom and where. I had never even done this with my steady boyfriend before, and here... And the main thing was I felt comfortable in this situation.

As if strangers film me in a club every day and have a blast with me to the fullest! Zhenya was fucking me with his finger, and I suddenly, unexpectedly for myself, realized that... Just from the thought... I almost came. At the moment when my boy lowered the left strap of my dress and pushed the bra cup down, sucking my nipple, and I writhed on his finger, I realized I wanted... something more.

— Do you have condoms?" I whispered in his ear.

— Yes!" He answered, releasing my nipple from his mouth for a second.

— I want you, my boy, fuck me in the toilet. Put me on all fours and fuck me.

No more foreplay, and don't count on a blowjob. At least for now. Later I'll suck you off and you'll come in my mouth, but that's later. For now, fuck me. Silently and quickly! I rattled vulgarities in his ear, and he rammed me harder with his finger.

— And then I want Dima to fuck me.

After these words, Zhenya seemed paralyzed. He clearly didn't expect this and was stunned. He stopped caressing me, I hid my breasts, stood up, straightened my dress. And sitting next to him, I spoke in his ear again.

— I want it so much, I want it so very much! I don't know why, but I want both of you. It's not even about you – Dima and Zhenya, I want two guys to fuck me in the toilet one after the other. Bend me over and f..ck me. Understand. Sunshine, that if not you, others will be found. But I want you. Specifically you. Dima is just the second guy. It will be you, Zhenechka, and another guy. Do you agree?" I said and kissed his earlobe.

He drank, lit a cigarette and said, "Go find Dima..."

I went to the bar. Quickly found Dima. He was hitting on a girl. I came up behind him and quietly whispered in his ear, "Zhenya is going to fuck me in the toilet now. Will you be next?" He turned and looked at me like I was a ghost.

— Will you fuck me?" I said loudly now, so the girl could hear. She heard and looked at us in surprise.

— But..." Dima mumbled.

— No 'buts'," I said, took him by the hand and dragged him after Zhenya.

There were three men's toilets and three women's. They were all in separate rooms and often served for club fucking. My girlfriends sometimes told how they... here. But I hadn't done it here yet. We went into one of the women's. Locked it from the inside. Zhenya went for a kiss, and Dima immediately shoved his hand between my legs and started stroking my crotch. In gratitude, I broke away from Zhenya and started kissing Dima. Zhenya went around behind me and took care of my butt. He pulled up my dress and started groping my ass. Dima stopped kissing me on the lips and moved to my breasts, pulling the dress off my shoulders and unbuttoning my bra. He groped my tits greedily kissing my nipples, then he rose and started caressing my neck and ears, but then went back to my breasts. Zhenya pressed my ass against his crotch and started rubbing against my butt...

— Stop!!!" I broke free from their embrace. I don't want it like this. One at a time. And no foreplay! We agreed. They stopped and stared at me. I slowly walked to the sink. Took off my dress, which was already hanging on just my waist, pulled up from below and lowered from the shoulders. Turned my back to my boys and, bending over, pulled down my panties. Then leaned on the sink, arched my back, spread my legs and stuck out my wonderful butt...

There was a mirror above the sink. It reflected me. Completely naked in a club toilet, standing on all fours and waiting to be... But how beautiful I am! My tanned body now stood out especially against the white strip of the bikini line. I sunbathed topless, so my breasts weren't pale after the tan and my nipples were an inviting dark color. In the mirror, I saw Zhenya approach me from behind. His gaze was directed at my ass. He stroked my butt a few times, ran his hand over my pussy. It was so interesting for me to watch his gaze. He looked at me like a child looks at a gorgeous toy he's just been given, he's going to play with it now, but hasn't decided how yet. He removed his hands from my butt and started unbuttoning his belt, fly, pulling down his pants along with his underwear. Took out his cock... Sometimes women, when they talk about sex with strangers, describe their endowments as incredibly huge. No, Zhenya had a normal cock, like my ex-boyfriend's.

I looked at Zhenya. He was watching as his cock moved in my p..ssy. I looked at myself. Fuck. On all fours, in the middle of a toilet... With strangers. That's it, I'm coming. So as not to scream, I bit my hand and prepared to blast off into space, a couple of thrusts and I convulsed. I shook for a long time, my pussy convulsively clenched, gripping my man's penis. From such overloads, Zhenechka couldn't hold back and started to cum, impaling me on his stake harder and harder. From that came a second orgasm...

I didn't want to see Dima's face, so I got on all fours. On the floor. In the toilet. Completely naked. Just fucked. Dima, having watched how I was being had, was on the verge of a heart attack from excitement. He frantically pulled on a condom and sharply inserted it into me. Immediately took a fast pace and fucked me doggy style. And I felt like a bitch. And I howled like a bitch, thrusting my butt back to meet him. I came first, and he kept pounding and pounding me, not letting my orgasm end, until he himself convulsed in ecstasy...

Then we drank a lot, joked, danced. Kissed a lot. They groped me all the time. Constantly one of them was touching my breasts. Squeezing my butt, getting between my legs. Closer to morning, when the crowd thinned out. I sucked Zhenya off right at the table, and he came in my mouth. As I promised him. And at least three people saw it. Not counting Dima, who was groping me at the time. After Zhenya came. Dima took me to the toilet again. Lifted my dress, moved my panties aside, bent me over and fucked me good. I came twice. Thank you very much for the good sex. We said goodbye for a long time, touching each other in intimate places. They called a taxi for me. I flopped onto the back seat and was driven home. I had become a different woman. I knew. That I had a very stormy future. I like it. The driver was peeking at me in the rearview mirror. Seeing this. I spread my legs, showing my panties. He got embarrassed and stopped looking. Fool. I closed my legs. And got home without adventure. Unfortunately.

To be continued...

P.S. While I was writing my memories, I masturbated three times.