It was a fine spring day when I walked down the street in a gloomy mood. The bright sun has not yet irritated the coming summer heat, the foliage in the trees along the street has not yet had time to become covered with dust and with its bright greenery looked effectively and life-affirming against the dull walls of houses that had not yet been put in order after winter. The warm spring breeze all the time was playfully trying to lift up the hem of my summer dress, and the struggle with it caused the increased interest of all the oncoming boys. Their views with great interest accompanied all my attempts to not allow my naughty dress to pretend to be a flag to the detriment of its main task - to cover my hips. I sincerely hope that at the next gust of wind I would not have time to hold the dress - it was so clearly read in their eyes that at other times it would have amused me exactly and, perhaps, I would have even played along with it in this, but not today.
Today I had all my thoughts about my tail. No, just don’t think anything bad - I'm fine: all the necessary parts of the body are in place and there is nothing superfluous. And all that I have is more representative of the male, causes only positive emotions, and some even admire. But, unfortunately, I still had a tail, and I was still hanging from the winter session - it was a non-qualification in acting, and today was the last opportunity to close it. And I would be happy about this, but I understood that the odds are zero. It is possible that in vain I was lucky at the entrance exams, and to the surprise of everyone around me, albeit the last on the list, I went to the acting department. If this had not happened, no one could have found out about my dream of becoming an actress, but now my possible deduction will not be able to hide for sure and I will have to return to our village and endure endless sympathetic glances and at the same time evil chuckles and whispers behind my back - all the charm of a small town when everything is all about everyone they know and discuss. Therefore, today I went home to the teacher who did a great favor that once again allowed me to try to pass the test, although he and I perfectly understood the futility of this attempt. It can be seen not all dreams come true.
one
When I called the door of his apartment, I had to wait a bit. I must say that the teacher was a fairly well-known person among the local bohemians and the way of life was appropriate. Therefore, I was not particularly surprised when it was only after five minutes that the door opened and I saw him in a dressing-gown, unshaven and with a disheveled head of hair. Judging by his sour expression, he was not very happy about my arrival, although he himself set the date and time. Chances to pass the test safely from zero right before our eyes were rapidly becoming generally negative. I had already prepared myself for the fact that he would now chase me away without remembering the appointment, but to my surprise, he stepped aside a little and made the inviting gesture with his hand.
We went to that part of his apartment, which he called the study, although it was not very similar to the study, but more to some hybrid of the bedroom, bar and rural library: the central part of the room was occupied by a writing desk, on which stood an unfinished bottle of cognac and a saucer lay several already dried lemon slices; there was an unmade bed against the far wall, and next to it was another unfinished bottle. The other two walls were fully occupied with bookshelves and shelves. There were not just a lot of books, but too many - some of them were lying on the windowsill, mixed with a long-dried bouquet of roses, one or two lying next to the bed, just near the bottle. And obviously only the huge plasma panel, which occupied most of the last wall not occupied by books, was knocked out of the whole interior.
Regretfully looking at the unfinished cognac, but not at all embarrassed by either my appearance or my office, the teacher sat in a chair standing near the window and I began this hopeless job - the test of acting skills. And we honestly, for at least an hour, tried to pull out of my talents at least a bit of this very skill. We tried different scenes from famous and not-so-great works, but all is in vain. Even when I managed to grab an image, then, according to the law of meanness, at the most necessary moment I forgot or confused remarks, which was immediately reflected in the disapproving grimaces of the teacher's face. But more often I heard this disgusting phrase "I do not believe it!" And all together it put more pressure on my psyche, did not allow me to concentrate and remember the right words.
My self-esteem fell already below the baseboard and, judging by the fact that the teacher was more and more squinting at his bottle, I understood that my time was running out and that the miracle did not happen and there was nothing to catch. But at that moment the doorbell rang and when the teacher opened the door, I saw that Vitya had come - the star of our course and the favorite of all the teachers. I didn’t like him - I don’t like guys who stick to all the girls in a row. And Vitya did not just stick, but really achieved success. He was one of those guys about whom they say: “Fucks everything that moves. And what does not move - at first moves ... ". Although the fact that he has acting talent, I understood even.
The lecturer was clearly delighted with his arrival and was clearly about to send me back home, but I managed to get ahead of him and ask for the last chance. He looked at me doubtfully, at Vitya, suddenly smiled and said: “well, now let the two of you depict the scene from“ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ”, let Vitya support you. If you manage to prove yourself - then I will set a test, and if not, then I'm sorry, there will be no more attempts - and so they gave you more chances than others.
And I realized that I had. In general, I do not like to participate in love scenes, and here with this Vitya, who immediately began to smile and didn’t just purr like a March cat in sweet anticipation. But I did not have a choice and I decided to go all out for this chance.
2
Strictly in the story, Vitya and I sat on the edge of the bed and we started. In the beginning everything went as it should be - I pronounced the necessary phrases and remarks correctly and with the right feelings, probably more from fright than from abilities. And even when Vitya laid his hand on my knee unobtrusively and began to stroke - this not only did not break the whole mizensen, but on the contrary added certainty, which was immediately apparent from the approving sniff of the teacher. I said that Vitya has talent and a real actor's flair for such things. Therefore, I tried not to notice that he stroked the hem of the dress, which was already quite short, had treacherously fought, revealing a beautiful view not only on the inner surface of the thighs, but also on my panties in all intimate details. The main piquancy of the situation was that I could neither straighten the dress, nor throw my legs on the leg, without destroying the image of the situation we created. I clearly remembered the last chance! And only a slight blush on my cheeks betrayed my shame from what was happening. But the most important thing is that the teacher so far liked everything, and more and more - I out of the corner of my eye noticed how he was rubbing his palms with pleasure, which was all a well-known sign. And, so as not to frighten off luck, I, as if by chance, even spread my knees slightly, which was immediately taken advantage of by Vitya, who immediately shifted his palm so that she grasped me right behind the panties and stood waiting. True, this did not prevent him from saying his own reply in time - talent, I told you! But I completely forgot all the text. Agree that it is difficult to remember when the guy in front of the observing man pressed you by the genitals ... Seconds were walking, the pause was dangerously slow, I heard the teacher's disgruntled breathing, but the right words did not go to my head, even though you were bursting. And to tighten the time, I didn’t think of anything better than hugging Vitya by the neck and falling to his lips in a passionate kiss. It was unexpected for everyone - for Viti, and for the teacher, and for myself. But, it seems, I guessed correctly, since no “I do not believe!” Did not sound! Not only this, I heard what was said in a whisper ...
“Bravo!” - and this, consider, was already the highest form of praise! And I, inspired by praise, began to kiss Vitya on the lips even more passionately, while simultaneously stroking his head with my hand and pressing him to me.
We must pay tribute to Vita - he quickly navigated the situation. After a second, he gently pulled my hand away, a little backward from me, and his fingers began to quickly unbutton the buttons on my dress. I even did not have time to be surprised how quickly he does it, how all the buttons were unbuttoned. This opened the gate and became visible to the edge of the bra. I just had time to think - how nice that I am a dress, not a blouse, which can be unbuttoned to the bottom, as Vitya once again demonstrated his talents: he easily picked me up and put me on the floor near the bed, then grabbed me by the hem of the dress and it was easy, in one motion, as if it had been done a thousand times, to take off the dress over my head. I didn’t have time to understand anything, and Victor, not slowing down, picked me up and laid me on the bed again. Another moment - and he was already lying next to me, and his hands promptly stroked my chest, although the bra was also covering her. I carefully squinted my eyes in the direction of the teacher sitting in the chair, but I didn’t see any displeasure on his face from the fact that there was nothing like that in the scene. Rather, on the contrary - his face expressed great pleasure from everything that happens, a contented smile and a lick of his lips were confirmation of this.
While I was busy peering at the teacher's reaction, Vitya managed to move my bra down and my breasts fervently aimed their excited nipples right at the zenith, like two rockets ready for launch. And then Vitina palm covered them and began to squeeze and iron. At that moment it seemed to me that this was already too much and it was time to finish everything and don't care about the offset. But Vitya, sensitively catching the change in my mood, covered my lips with a sweet kiss. Why is this simple action changed the whole course of my thoughts. If until now I only bashfully allowed myself to undress and caress, not forgetting to look at the teacher's reaction, then from these passionate kisses I had something inside switched - I felt an unusual languor in the lower abdomen, I had an overwhelming desire to surrender to the man, and not even it is important to whom, just to feel how a powerful member enters my bosom.
Such thoughts even frightened me, although I had not been a girl for a long time. The first time it happened at the age of fourteen with a neighbor boy right behind the barn. Then it was with his school love at the prom. And even at the institute, one of my trips to the club ended in random sex with an unfamiliar guy. But all this was not at all what it is now. Of course, there were some pleasant feelings then, but for the first time it was more curiosity, in the second - the desire to make something pleasant for the beloved, and for the third time the loss of self-control from an extra glass of cocktail. Never in these cases of sex have such deep feelings been affected as they are now. I just physically felt a wave of lust covering me. And it was no longer in my power to resist my desires and base instincts. And Vitya, like the genius of sex, subtly feeling the situation, right now, not a second earlier, not a second later, pulled my panties down, and I not only did not disturb him, but also diligently bent to make it easier for him to do so. And as soon as this, already wet, matter had left my body, I opened up to Vitya, as before the most desirable man in the world, as widely as I could, spreading my legs. And Victor was not long in coming.
I do not know how he so quickly undressed, or I completely lost the sense of time, but it seemed to me that almost instantly he leaned on top of me and, without even helping with his hands, stuck his dick into my vagina and began to make frictions. I immediately realized that what I still considered to be an orgasm does not even come close with these new sensations.
...
Vitya kept on increasing the pace, driving me crazy. And at the most unexpected moment, he pulled his dick out of my hot vagina and, as is customary in porn movies, began squirting sperm on me, slightly nadrachivaya.
- Fool, what are you doing! You got it all! - Suddenly there was a cry from the chair.
And only here I hardly began to think what was happening, and for what everything was started. My legs and stomach continued to tremble, as if the guy's cock was still in me. Vitya stood there in bewilderment, forgetting to let go of his penis, I stood next to him as a teacher, shouting indignantly and waving his fists. And with considerable surprise I realized that for the first time they were not blaming me, but our star of the course, the genius of sex and acting. The most interesting thing is that the teacher was already without panties, although he may not have been wearing a bathrobe before, but his cock, even bigger and thicker than Vitya, was sticking forward menacingly. The result was a rather amusing picture: two men stood opposite each other, as a duel, one young and the other aged, only instead of pistols they had members. Vitya still kept his dick, but he rapidly lost his elasticity and less and less resembled a pistol. But a member of the teacher without any hands sticking straight at Vitya, also swaying coolly in time with the beat of his arms.
- Why did you make vulgar porn from a beautiful erotica? !! Why didn't you cum inside ?! How did you even come up with such vulgarity - jerking in front of your beloved? !! - the professor
Only now did Viti come to understand what he had done:
- Well, I, it, did not know whether it is possible to finish inside - he tried to justify himself. But it only got worse.
- What do you mean I did not know? !! We had to find out! I do not know how, but this is your problem! A true artist must always find a way out! And in general, a real actor should be ready to go to any difficulties and deprivation for the sake of his work! So, dear girl? Do you have safe days? - he with love, as the best student, looked at me. And I could only nod back, agreeing with all his questions. Satisfied with the confirmation of his words, the teacher once again looked at Vitya:
- By the way, and in sex you hurry and replay! See how to really. After all, we will show him how to really? He asked, turning to me already. And without waiting for an answer, he climbed into my bed. I already stopped twitching and managed to calm down a bit. Suffice it to calm down to begin to give an account of their actions and properly assess the situation. And the situation was still the same - I was naked, except for a bra that slipped on my stomach, in front of a naked, excited man, and in his bed, on crumpled sheets. I just, with the audience fucked a guy whom I can not stand, but his member has already explored the road from the entrance to the vagina to the cervix, and his sperm is now drying out on my body. On the other hand, the miracle did happen, and it seems that today I successfully passed the test! Yes, and sin to complain, after the sea of pleasures that I received! And come what may, especially since it seems that little depends on me.
3
While I was thinking so, the teacher got to me and the first thing, turning on his side, undid the hooks on his bra and carefully removed it. Damn, I still can not believe a dream that this is happening! That adult man takes off my last lingerie! That I'm lying in bed with a teacher! Pancake pancake pancake! And why does not he bother someone else's sperm on me?
At that moment, the teacher kissed me on the lips and began kissing my body, gradually descending down it, not missing anything, from the neck to the breasts, then lower and lower to the tummy, then lower. I thought I had calmed down and now just let him fuck myself in a hurry and that's it. In vain. A new wave of desire began to rise in me stronger and stronger. And when, having parted my legs, the teacher's head was in such a position that he could reach my genital lips and clitoris with his tongue, then the batteries changed and I groaned voluptuously, clasped his shaggy head and pressed it to my bosom. And he parted my external lips with my mouth .
just like a traveler in the desert to the source of water and began to literally suck me out. Then he began to penetrate the language inside, then touch them the clitoris. When he touched the clitoris, it seemed that I was beaten with electric current, and when I got inside the vagina, it began to seem to me that I would die from pleasure.
I could not hold back the groans anyway and in general I behaved in all senses indecently, like a trainer whore - squirmed vulgarly, half-closed her eyes and opened her mouth in a mannered way, breathing and groaning. Just like in cheap porn, which was recently shown to me by a roommate in a dormitory. But I couldn’t do anything with myself - primitive instincts and reflexes took me up long ago. And the more the teacher worked in the language, the less I understood what was going on. And when I was completely lost in time and space - he entered into me for real, already a member, not a language. sexytal.com Yes, such a large member of my bosom did not yet know. It is also good that in front of him my vagina was developing a vitin member and that I am wildly excited now. Either these few centimeters of difference between the members are very important or the size that I saw - it was still not a full combat form and during cunnings it was even more excited, but I had the feeling that there was no place in the vagina at all. And not only did the dick take up all my available width, so even in those moments when it went in especially deep I felt just blows to the uterus.
Feeling my discomfort and, apparently, not being able to restrain myself and not drive the penis into the vagina as much as the balls, the teacher found another solution - he turned it over on his stomach and put it on his knees. I was already frightened that now there will be anal sex, but it turned out that the teacher simply changed his position and his penis entered my vagina again, just a little different way. It turned out that this is enough to exclude sensitive blows to the uterus, and leave only gentle touches that only enhance the effect of sex. And although it was wildly pleasant from the process, I was already running out of my last strength, even though I was afraid to even kind of give it up and meekly kneel, listening to the rhythmic smacking sounds, and involuntarily moaning to the beat. There were no physical forces, no emotional ones, none at all, when I really felt the seed jet beating inside me. And just now I realized what a real orgasm is. It seems to me that I even screamed at that moment.
There was a feeling that the sperm filled me all. And although I understood that this could not be, I had a clear feeling that I had not only a vagina, but the uterus was completely filled with sperm. And with each of his pitching, a member like a piston injected into the uterus another portion of his seed. But the teacher did not seem to stop. At least I thought so. Although his pitching became quite rare, he entered at full depth and managed to enter me again ten, no less and only after that he puffed up in a satisfied manner in his usual manner and, taking out his penis, said that I was a good girl. Then he stretched out on the bed and pulled me to him, And I pressed against him, comfortably placing my head on his hairy chest. He gently began to stroke me on the shoulder and for some reason it began to seem to me that this is a courageous knight, and I am a beautiful princess. Well, I love this romantic nonsense and everything! But then Vitek, already forgotten by everyone, spoke out of the chair.
And the illusion about castles, knights and princesses immediately dissipated. I realized again that I was lying in an untidy room, full of bottles, dust and dried flowers. That I came to the test, but in the end I worked in completely different places. What took turns, in front of each other, fucked two men. That they pumped me with sperm and it’s good that if, in fact, I have safe days, what I’m really not sure about ... And that for the sake of completeness, I had to fuck with them two at once. From such thoughts, I even ached my weary vagina. Predeod also stirred, gently moved my head on the pillow and sat in the bed. Now he was no more like a knight, but like some kind of monkey - even more disheveled, with a hairy chest and completely naked. He proudly looked at Vitka and said:
- Well, that student, I understand how to?
- Yes - he mumbled.
- Want to try on a new one? - He asked him, waited for a pause, and suddenly laughed - Of course you want, but who will give you! The girl needs to rest - she did a good job today, and she is very tired, and now she needs to rest. So, come on, Victor, - get dressed and get off, do not confuse her.
four
Vitek dressed in a bullet and jumped out of the apartment by clicking on the front door. But the teacher returned to me and his eyes became serious:
- And what am I to do with you, beautiful? No, don't worry so much - you definitely deserved the credit! And I will put it, although you showed not acting skills, but female! Do you think I did not notice or did not understand how you forgot the right cue? But I appreciated how you cleverly and without breaking the plot's outline got out of this situation. And you behaved very selflessly, for the role of giving yourself right on the stage! And it doesn't matter that the stage was a bed, and the viewer was only one! So what are you doing fun! But, on the other hand, you are a smart girl and you understand that you will not become an actress?
I just nodded silently, frantically swallowing saliva. I did not understand where he was going, but it was somehow very offensive and I was ready even to cry. He noticed this, pressed fatherly to himself and stroking my head said:
- Well what are you, stupid! Do not Cry! Everything will be fine! So you opened before me today in a completely different capacity, that I just can't take you and drive you out. And even more, I already had a lot of ideas, although I still have to contact other people, to clarify something, and until then I can’t promise anything. Although there are many options and whatever of them is sure to succeed.
- And what are the options? - I asked and could not resist, blinked nose.
He looked thoughtfully at me, as if thinking - to speak or not. And, as if deciding, said:
- For example, there is such an erotic theater. This is a fairly closed group and very few people know about it. There in the troupe just need a capable girl. And today you proved that you certainly have the necessary talent for this. In addition, I have familiar directors who make porn films. I would not advise you to completely switch to such surveys, but as a side job it is quite a good way. Moreover, one should not be afraid that these films will be seen by anyone on the Internet, since they are being shot for very high-ranking officials and are not distributed anywhere anymore, therefore your participation in this will remain a mystery. Well, I can still offer you intimate meetings with big businessmen. At this point, you will decide for yourself what it will be necessary for - either simply for a very decent pay for your work, or you can try to charm your favorite businessman, and you have every chance for that. Well, if you have enough strength, then you can do everything at once. I understand that you do not want to return to your village forgotten by God in disgrace. What do you say?
What was to say? Of course, I knew with my mind that he was right about the lack of my perspectives in acting. And absolutely did not want, as he said, to return home in disgrace. And his proposals sounded quite reasonable, although it went immensely. But all my life I was raised that being a prostitute is terrible. And although I have long had doubts about this, I was not yet ready for such drastic changes in my life.