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This was in those distant "stagnant" years, when most people in our country had a very approximate understanding of sex. I was no exception. Although I didn't miss a single skirt back then, by the age of 20, I only knew what to insert and where to make it feel good. One day, I accidentally met a beautiful woman, elegant and quite stern-looking, who was many years older than me. Our acquaintance somehow immediately continued in her apartment, to my undisguised joy. Sveta very skillfully inflamed my desire by changing into a light robe that slightly covered her beautiful legs. I couldn't take my eyes off

this gorgeous woman, not daring to believe my luck. First, there was talk about this and that, during which, as I now understand, she delicately inquired about the extent of my sexual knowledge. Then we moved on to kisses, and my hands wandered over her luxurious body, lingering where her panties were already soaked through from excitement. Needless to say, my cock was at the ready. We quickly moved to the bedroom, where we immediately found ourselves in each other's hot embrace.

As I already said, I was a real blockhead in bed, and I was only familiar with the missionary position. It all started with Sveta preferring a different pose. She stood before me on all fours, displaying a magnificent ass, and suggested entering from behind. This surprise stunned me, and we made love, as it seemed to me, until desire and sperm were completely exhausted... After coming powerfully and loudly, Sveta finally released my cock from her pussy, and I collapsed on the bed next to her. When I tiredly hugged her, about to say "Goodbye!", she suddenly asked if I could fulfill one of her wishes—as she stated, quite appropriate. I, of course, agreed.

Then Sveta took out four ropes, with which she firmly tied my hands and feet to the corners of the bed. As soon as I felt tied up, I was struck by the thought that I was now completely at this woman's mercy, and she could do whatever she wanted to me with impunity. From my agitation, Sveta noticed that I had grasped the true meaning of my position and laughed heartily, though she calmed me down by assuring me that she didn't eat young guys. Throwing a leg over me, she calmly sat on my chest. The situation was new for me—me below, her above me, seductively beautiful in her shameless desire. This turned out to be so exciting that my cock revived and stood rock-hard. Satisfied with the effect produced, Sveta slowly moved her crotch towards my chin. Lust and the delight of possession burned in her mischievous eyes; she was openly enjoying her power over the tied-up man who had surrendered to her. I immersed myself in the thick, pungent smell of her love juices and my own sperm covering her vagina. The thought had just flashed through my head: "Will I really have to lick THIS?", when I heard her command: "Lick!". And Sveta sat right on my face, so that my obedient mouth itself enveloped her vagina. The soft flesh simply sank into it under the weight of Sveta's body. At that moment, I suddenly understood with complete clarity that I was ready to voluntarily and without complaint (sexpornotales.cc) fulfill any of her demands, whatever they might be. I even liked the brazen casualness with which she was deflowering my mouth. Feeling an excitement unknown to me until that day, I began feverishly, clumsily licking her pussy, but immediately earned a rough shout. "Slower and gentler!" she shouted proprietorially, and I had to agree. I began to act in a way that would give her maximum pleasure, carefully licking the swollen lips, cautiously sucking the clitoris. Moaning something approvingly, Sveta froze in blissful languor.

And so, when my tongue was inside and caressing her there, something warm flowed into my mouth. At first, I thought she was coming, took a full mouthful and swallowed, and only then realized to my horror that Sveta was peeing! It was so sudden that I had no chance to react in any way, and it was already too late. A light trickle turned into a powerful stream in one beat of my heart, and it was clearly audible how loudly it gurgled, meeting the walls of my throat. Mechanically, I jerked my hands, but only confirmed the strength of the ropes; it was more a gesture of despair than an act of resistance. I forced myself to swallow the urine being emitted into me, which cost me enormous effort, but the thought of disobedience didn't even cross my mind; on the contrary, I obligingly offered Sveta my wide-open mouth. Swallowing this stream with its sharp taste and smell, which was already literally roaring in my mouth, I tried to catch all the splashes and for some reason thought only one thing: "Just let it all go to me, just don't spill it!". Convulsively swallowing, I was choking on her urine! The sharp, sour-bitter-salty taste of the warm liquid tormented my throat, the powerful pressure irritated my palate, I barely held back gagging spasms, but as a great value, I diligently swallowed her juice that had so abundantly gushed into me. So this is what Sveta meant when she spoke of her "quite appropriate" wish! There was no air to breathe, I was suffocating and grimacing from disgust, or perhaps from terrible humiliation and shame, but I kept swallowing and swallowing the foaming stream. Soon it dawned on me that it was much harder when the mouth was too full, and to avoid choking, I began taking frequent swallows, not letting the urine accumulate—that made things better. The stream began to subside and, splashing once or twice more with assertive, victorious jets, stopped completely. Out of inertia, I carefully licked the last drops with my tongue: Sveta had emptied herself into me without saying a word, as if it were the most natural thing! But I saw without words how much she liked my humiliation and how aroused she was by it.

I couldn't do anything; I was choked by gagging spasms. For a while, I was completely out of the game, busy fighting my own gag reflexes, but she waited patiently. Overcoming them turned out to be not so simple, because my entire palate, nose, and throat were filled with the smell and taste of her fluid. Somehow calming down, I felt that her open pussy was coquettishly pressed against my lips, Sveta was looking at me with the most innocent smile as if nothing had happened, and a gentle voice was asking to continue what we had started! But most importantly, I discovered that, without suspecting it myself, I had come on my stomach, and I guessed that it had happened when she was peeing! Now I couldn't stop. This time, I showed not only enthusiasm but also inventiveness, trying my best to please her with my caresses. "Come on! Work your little tongue!" Sveta moaned, writhing with pleasure. My submission brought her to ecstasy. She thrust her hips at me, making energetic pushes, and I passionately licked everything, including the anal opening, no longer feeling any shame. In general, she was fucking me, and I was getting incomparable pleasure from it. I couldn't shake the thought of how the situation I was shamelessly placed in must tickle the pride of this sophisticated woman. I think she came five times or more; from time to time, I felt her ass on my face begin to tremble from the approaching orgasm. It seemed to me that she spent about an hour on me.

After that, Sveta stood up—she was slightly swaying, but she looked cheerful and very pleased. Admiring me from above, she leaned close to my face, sticky from her secretions, and languidly asked: "Did I offend you?". To which I firmly replied: "No! I'm happy!". Sveta was satisfied with my answer; she laughed and began untying me from the bed, saying: "You see how easy it was to turn you into a good slut!". We went to the kitchen, where she offered beer with a sly smile. Understanding what she was getting at, I refused and explained it by saying that the beer she drank would soon end up in me. I loved being a urinal for my Sveta insanely, and she knew it. So, in an instant, I once and for all became an obedient instrument for satisfying a woman's most exquisite and piquant desires.