My girls don't like light. They avoid appearing in public, be it a theater, a restaurant or a nightclub. They love safe privacy, away from the hustle and bustle of the street ramp.
Like shaggy moths, we fluttered with Yulenka through the dark, quiet streets of Minsk, looking for the most secluded places. Then they ran before closing to a cozy cafe and took a table in the corner. Julia went to the toilet while I was ordering. Then she came back and sat with her back to the hall, wrapping her face mask in her hair.
After our first intimacy, I began to show less and less interest in her. It was part of one big plan.
Initially, only I called, offered to meet. Then calls from my side became less and less, and Yulenka, having flipped, began to take the initiative more and more often. I was still glad to hear her when she called, first offered her to meet, but each time this right also became part of her duties. I taught her to think that all this is needed only for her alone.
I tamed her.
She already felt the cold breath of parting and with all her strength held out so as not to fall. She tried to bring everything back to its former places. I pretended, took over the initiative, put down her vigilance, she relaxed, was happy again, laughed happily, but soon my calls again became less and less, and every day without communication I pierced my heart with a red-hot needle. She with new forces rushed to save the situation.
When this period of relationship comes, I no longer need to worry about anything. This is the honeymoon for which I worked so long. There is nothing more beautiful than female courtship. My girl is afraid of any wrong gesture or look from her side. Constantly delving into himself, looking for a problem. And he sees her. Here she is - she herself. It's so cute.
Sexually, Yulia also ceased to interest me, and she had to do everything herself. I call this passive sex: you lie motionless on your back with eyes closed, surrendering completely to your partner. She can excite me, jump from above, make a blowjob, bring to orgasm. That's all. If you try hard, orgasm will not work. And even an erection will not. I tried as best I could: before each of our meetings I masturbated three or four times, squeezing all the juice out of myself. In addition, I ran to the bathroom just before sex to take off the tension.
Yulenka also tried as best she could, but she didn’t succeed. The member was weakening, turning into a miserable process in his eyes. Julia was afraid to make me blowjob even more disgust. At about the same time, she began to blame herself for my impotence. I did not reassure her, and once hinted that certain things excite me that excite me.
- What kind? - we lay naked in an embrace after another unsuccessful attempt to have sex.
I sleepily smack in languid bliss. It seems we finally came.
- You will not understand anyway.
- Why? You think I'm so innocent?
- I think it will be too hard for you.
- Well, tell me. After all, I have the right to know - Julia eagerly grabs this opportunity. In her voice heard notes of anger. She seemed to say to me: "Why have you been silent all this time?"
I am really silent for a long time, depicting an internal struggle, an incredible constraint.
“It excites me to look,” I finally quietly squeeze out of myself.
She digests a long time before asking uncertainly:
- And how do you imagine this?
“Okay, forget what I said.” It is still not about us.
- No, tell me! - in her voice heard excitement. Her eyes glisten from under the mask.
I am silent again for a long time, swallowing nervously.
- What is there to tell? I would like to see you with another man - I turn on my back and close my eyes.
She is silent suspiciously long.
- What kind of man? - Finally, she asked frightened.
I am silent for a long time.
- What kind of man, cat? Well, tell me - it includes affection that she likes so much.
I answer slowly, thoughtfully, gradually irritated:
- With a man in a mask, and you must also be in a mask. Everything? Are you satisfied - I evil turn away to the wall, putting his hands under his head.
We lie silently for about a minute. She takes my conditions hard.
- And often you need it?
- And how often do you want me to get excited?
- Clear…
At the same time, our conversation ended, and Julia continued to blow on the embers of our relationship, crush my member in the hope that the relationship would flare up again, and the member would confirm. But every day it became more and more stated in the idea that there is only one way to make the flames flare up. And once she decided. I accepted her consent calmly. I knew she would agree. If she were against, she would immediately declare it, accuse me of the absence of love for her. But she had no right to do that. At that time, she no longer had any rights.
***
Julia had a lot of questions, I had all the answers. Yes, she will be in a mask, yes, he too. It is not necessary for me to be in a mask, because I will prepare a man. No specifically for, there will be no kisses, just caressing hands and sex in a condom. No, a man will not stick his fingers anywhere. No, you can not speak, you can only moan. Everything will be held to the music that I choose myself. After orgasm, the man will dress and leave. Yes, I will lead the process. Yes, I'll be there all the time. Yes, I will be in clothes. Yes, when a man leaves, I'll make love to her.
All this extremely frightened her, but I reassured her by the fact that I would always be there, I would hold her hand, if necessary. I carefully hid my emotions. And she barely restrained herself not to cry. I forbade her to cry.
She herself chose the day in which she was comfortable. I did not hurry her, she needed to think carefully about everything. I put her in a corner, put before a difficult choice - either me and my fantasy or loneliness. And every day a respite removed me from her.
Finding a man was not a particular problem. On the dating site, I created a profile with Yulina's photographs, in which no faces are visible. She has delicious forms. Those wishing to fuck his wife when her husband was found above the roof. Against the masks, too, no one objected.
On the appointed day, I made Julia put on a beautiful underwear, and we sat down to wait. In lacquered stiletto heels, black stockings with an arrow, black thong panties and a bust with a lace pattern, she looked chic. Not counting the faces, of course. There was one more problem - fear. Julia was so afraid that her hands became cold, and she herself began to tremble. I reassured her as best I could, caressed with tender kisses, began to prepare her with my finger. For a long time I did not show so much attention to her, and she gradually thawed. For a long time she could not get aroused, and I had to try hard before her pussy filled with juice.
When the doorbell rang, Julia started. Her cold hand found mine, her trembling passed on to me. I took out a mask and pulled it over Yulina's head. It was a black balaclava from thin spandex with neat slits for the eyes. I made the cut also from above to let Yulina let her hair out. Now nothing pointed at Yulin flaw. From under the mask were visible only her beautiful black eyes. A chic mist of thick, wheat-colored hair, falling around her head, reminded me of how beautiful Yulenka was.
“Sit here and don't touch anything,” I said nervously to her and ran to open the door.
He was a young man of about twenty-five. Tall, broad-shouldered, with disheveled dark hair. Healthy man with big lips, nose, cheekbones. A child who has not yet grown up for a serious relationship, yesterday's student, still looking for freebies. I met him once before, so that there were no punctures. His motivation was simple: free and relatively safe to fuck without commitment. He thought it was a divorce. That now a crowd of drunk students, his former classmates, will jump out of the hall and begin to laugh with him. Therefore, he stubbornly did not want to undress. Just took off his jacket and took off his shoes.
I gave him a balaclava. He hesitated her. We entered the hall, Yulia was still sitting on the couch, her head hanging down, folding the arms one by one. Her eyes sparkled, but she almost did not look at us. I quickly turned off the light, leaving only the floor lamp on. Adele - Julia's favorite singer - set us up in a love mood.
Our boy stood in confusion, shifting from foot to foot. Considered the figure and hair of Yulia, came to the conclusion that I did not lie, that her face was also awesomely beautiful, because according to my descriptions she herself was a former model suffering from nymphomania. Very shy, but passionately dreaming that it would fuck a totally unfamiliar man.
I took my girl by the hand and pulled him over to the guy.
“Strip it,” I ordered.
She began to mechanically take off his clothes, until he was left in his shorts.
- And cowards.
Yulenka slowly pulled the gum down, and the panties fell to her legs. The boy was still standing awake in indecision. His cock was like a sausage - with the same tail and the same sluggish form. I grabbed Julia's hand and made her take the dick in her hand.
- Start.
She began to knead his penis in her hand, to drive back and forth. Her movements were so awkward, and the pen was so wet with excitement that the guy quickly excited. Julia looked down at the member, which quickly gained size and climbed up. Out of inertia, she continued to drive.
The guy perked up: his hands found Yulenka’s breasts and began to gently pinch her nipples. She has gorgeous elastic breasts, slender legs and tummy, soft curves of the waist. There is such a law of compensation: mine will look for beauty in that they can still fix it.
The guy began to paw Julia for the ass, and I realized - it's time.
Quickly pulled Yulia from the thong and led him onto the sofa. He laid there on his back, he sat behind her. Her head lay comfortably on my lap so that my cock rested through her pants on her cheek. I forced her to lift her legs, and he clung with two hands to the studs. She lay with her legs wide apart, open to active action.
Her smoothly shaved pussy with a thin strip of iglitsy hospitably opened to meet, leaving on display the internal and external pink lips.
The guy has already pulled a black condom - the color of underwear, my idea. Then he climbed onto the sofa, leaned back on his heels, took aim — his wiener looked like a small stick of sausage mate — and drove all his meat into Yulenka. His eggs, similar to two chestnuts in a shaggy skin, unevenly suspended one above the other, stuck into Yulenka.
She sighed and gripped my arm tightly. The guy started to fuck her, gradually accelerating, then I let go of the studs, leaving the hot foal to watch my legs myself. I myself took care of Yulenka's tender papillae. Pulling them to set the mood.
- That's it, honey. What a beauty you have, ”I whispered excitedly to her.
Actually, nothing more was required. The guy did not want to hit the face in the dirt, he was afraid to shoot back too fast. Therefore, I made small pauses, stretched my pleasure. He did not have room for maneuver: this posture was all that I promised him at first. Once again, having accelerated after a short pause, he lay back, clutched at Yulina's hips, and, powerfully wielding his arms and torso, finished with a groan, driving his sausage into it to the end. Julia squeezed my hand even more while he finished.
Then the guy left, and I returned to Yulenka. Pulled off her balaclava. She was all dug up, lying on the couch, curled up in a little ball.
I kissed her face all evening, swore in love, again invited the girl in a red dress to dance, flirted with a tangerine. Julia did not immediately thawed. Only a couple of days later she began to respond normally to my jokes.
***
A week later, everything repeated with the only difference that I didn’t have to say anymore what to do. I didn’t disturb the nipples anymore, like last time, and the guy, not hesitating, fucked Yulenka as much as he likes. We changed position, and he took her from behind. So ended: clutching her hips, pushing Julia voiced slaps from which she, according to my assurances, was crazy.
Yulenka thawed by the end of the evening. She learned to forget. Another important skill in domestication. But while she did not know what she was up to.
At first, our meetings were held once a week. But gradually I added another lover colt (to myself, I called them clients). I have not discussed with Julia, whether she wants it or not. Just put it before the fact: tomorrow we have a meeting at eight.
And everything repeated with another man, but Yulenka was no longer shy and did everything that she had learned: she stripped a man, took him by his dick, actively worked with a pen until the member became stone, at the same time danced the testicles, then took the man behind her to the sofa, spreading his legs in front of him.
Shy man. For him, fucking someone else's wife in balaclava when her husband was a wonder. But Julia perfectly excited her appearance, biography of the model and a strange fetish - to fuck with strangers in balaclava.
I changed her image so that the first number did not get bored. Now she was a fluffy bunny in white linen, a white balaclava and fur bracelets on her wrists, ankles and neck. The second number was just starting to get acquainted with the black swan.
I didn’t keep Julina in my lap and let the client decide how he wants to fuck an unsatisfied model. I just watched the strict observance of the rules, regulations and quietly masturbated.
Over time, I added another client. And two more. Only Yulenka no longer distinguished them. Four months have passed since the first contact and at least thirty meetings.
At times, Yulenka opposed.
“That's enough, I'm tired,” she said in tears.
- Yes of course. Let's stop it - and I walked off to meet. I did not answer calls. Four days later she sent me a tearful sms-ku:
"I want it again."
We returned to the old games. Sometimes we let two customers through each evening. Sometimes they did two or three days rest. Now, periodically, even I was tired and only watched the time. When Julia was released, I called the next lover. They approached a certain time and waited for my call somewhere in the yard.
These were healthy young men, not burdened with relationships, ready to help the impotent husband. Lazy women, dreaming of trying photo model love. They quickly learned. Already the second time did not hesitate. In addition, I began to make orders: "my wife wants harder today," or: "she wants to try a tied on the floor." Hormones from them and whipped, they fucked like horses. Julia barely had time to catch her breath and drink some water between sessions. She was not very excited, and I forced her to start using a lubricant.
The client required anal. Hysterical again. Again "come on - goodbye." Again a week off. But then again the cherished SMS.
And here it is: a delicate hole is ready for use. I developed it myself: first with a tip of a felt-tip pen, then with a marker, then with a candle, we finished with a large green cucumber. Before putting into production, I fucked Yulenka in the ass, and she had not experienced any pain at all. With the passage of time, she generally ceased to feel pain, did not tremble as before from slaps. I did everything silently, on the machine so that the client even began to complain: “It lies like a log!”
But what could I do? She became less sensitive even with me. She was no longer invited to dance with a maiden in red. She finished sluggishly or did not finish at all, constantly complaining of backache, headaches.
For customers, we have added a new rule: change the condom when switching from anal to classic. Plus grease. And everything started spinning again, turning around ...
Our first client is already so used to Yulia that she fucked her in the ass without any preludes. Himself threw off his pants, exposing pumped up legs and protruding penis.
“She wants it hard today,” I told him before the meeting. - I suffered a whole week. Angry like a dog.
And he fucked her in a well-oiled ass so that Julia, who is always silent, squealed strangely.
Meeting with Yulia became the only sexual discharge for many of our clients.
Once another client expressed a desire to recharge and come back in two hours again, and then I had a brilliant idea.
The following Saturday, Julia had ten sessions in a row. It was a real sex marathon. I specifically developed a new image for Yuli - fam fatal in red. Red stockings, shoes, a faux silk corset with lace and clasps, a red balaclava ...
The guys were delighted. All very experienced with Yulenka, they didn’t even know about the existence of each other and tried to satisfy the model two times on her birthday. In the end, they needed much more time to finish.
Julia was exhausted like a scourge. They exhausted her to a pulp according to the same scenario: they took her from behind, started with pussy, finished only in the ass. All thighs were smeared with grease. I drove her to wash after each session, but clients still began to suspect something in the end. So I became afraid of exposing and thinking about slowing down for a narrow hole.
But all good things come to an end. On Sunday, the day after the sex marathon, eight months after the first contact with an unknown man, Yulia Bondarenko, born in 1981, took a lethal dose of sleeping pills. She was barely pumped out in the hospital.
I erased all the information associated with it, from the phone, the Internet, changed the SIM card, moved to another apartment, found a new job.
I never saw her again.
***
CHAPTER 7
Time is my best ally. They say time heals. My girls learn about the existence of time only when they fall in love. Then they begin to be treated.
Until now, they were aimlessly wandering in the dark, secretly hoping that one day they would be lucky and the handsome prince would offer them a hand and a heart in exchange for love. During the time of falling in love, their lives change abruptly: now they are afraid not to have time, to miss, to lose. They begin to live.
Kate grazes me every day. Meeting with her relatives cooled my ardor. If something happens to her, all responsibility will immediately fall on me. In addition, her puny body is unlikely to sustain more than two or three sessions per week. We'll have to pick her customers to match. Not at all what I wanted.
Katya feels that I have become not so actively interested in her and she is trying with all her might to encourage me every time I pretend to be caring. She smiles mysteriously, hints at more at the next meeting, makes non-binding promises. My, like all women, are so arranged: they want to direct the process of courtship. They are a fortress that must be dismantled over a stone, carefully removing the bricks from above and stacking them in piles somewhere close by.
In such cases, the best way to destroy the entire fortress is to move away from it and give time to do its work. I play along, support the weak fire of our relations, but I don’t make active attempts to change something. She should decide on this herself. Then everything will be much easier.
Time is my best ally.
Alex came today to work some kind of flighty: nervous, silent. Closer to dinner, I find out that he broke up with Leroy. Rather, it is she broke up with him. Has confused with the financial director of the company in which she works. No, she is not a fashion model, of course, an ordinary marketing manager. Photos - this is so cheap Ponte for such as Alex. He somehow gave me to watch these photos on the computer. From Lerka there are pupils and eyebrows. The rest: photoshop, gloss, glamor. But someone likes it.
After dinner, Alex completely flies off the coils: send me a link to a personal porno archive. Lerka is naked, Lerka is crawling like a cat, her hymen, similar to two large slices of orange, is shaved and shining smoothly. Under the watery carcass is a dark bush. Lerka with a member in his mouth, tongue fell out for two kilometers, licks his head.
I send him a smiley.
In addition to us, two more frames are sitting in the room: Rocky the grumbler, who is over forty, and Shurik the quiet, a staunch bachelor, thirty-five to him, it seems.
Rocky usually sits quietly. He looks like a rat from the cartoon “Chip and Dale is in a hurry to help” - the same pot-bellied, with a red mustache, huge dick, only instead of cheese he likes to eat vodka and look at the female breast. No reason to miss to drink. Not a single woman with big breasts to comment on her form. Calendar he has a special for the holidays, drinking. With the women topless.
- Tits! - he shouts unexpectedly.
Clear.Photo where Lerka crawls. Lerka everyone knows in our room, she often came to us until today.
- Where? - Shurik wakes up and runs to watch. - M-yes! - Carefully considers, then returns to the place.
Shura - the dumbest dude that I came across. His self-esteem is below the baseboard. With that, he always does all the most difficult and dirty work. Makes fast and high quality. It can be said that the authorities carry water on it. There is one funny thing about him: he smears his hands with a cream so that the skin does not dry. Therefore, when he is near, you feel the pleasant feminine scent of creams. Shurik looks like a typical maniac: glasses, thin lips, a sharp nose, a chin, kind eyes. I would not be surprised if tomorrow Lerka is found strangled and smeared with cream in his doorway.
Alex is clear. He was humiliated, pride prevents him from accepting a heavy loss.
“Now I understand why you are dating uglies,” Alex continues to cry in the chat. And in a minute: “How do you just fuck them?”
I smile insidiously before writing:
"I don't fuck them."
"?"
"Only at the beginning."
"?"
"Then I find them a lover."
“And what, many willing? smile "
“The face is still not visible in the mask.”
"?"
I outline a picture for him; Alex needs all the details.
“Well, you're crazy! - finally, he writes. And after a while: - A girl like, do not mind? "
He already uses my terminology.
“At first, afraid. Then kicks.
Alex looks out from behind the monitor, we are sitting opposite. Our views meet. His eyes sparkle excitedly, an expression of lust on his face. Again, something is driving.
"Will you give me some try?"
“Katya?”
"Do you have others?"
"Not".
"Come on Katya."
"Not afraid to become a scavenger?"
He is silent for a long time, finally he answers with my own words:
"The face mask is not visible."
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Epilogue
On this record break off. When during the search in the apartment of the suspect, this diary was discovered, the investigators of the investigative department for a long time could not believe their luck.
The evidence collected by them about the guilt of Dmitry K. in several episodes of bringing to suicide (Article 110 of the Criminal Code of the Republic of Belarus) was recognized by the court as sufficient. The Supreme Court sentenced him to a penalty of 11 years in prison in a strict regime penal colony.
In the course of the investigation, it was established that Dmitriy K. had been meeting girls for ten years in order to induce them to have sex with unknown men.
The article entitled “Devil’s Pimp” appeared in “Soviet Belarus” and caused a public outcry.
Catherine L., who decided to settle accounts with life, was the last victim of a sadistic maniac.
Alexey M. was convicted of complicity for five years and released under an amnesty two years later.
Nothing is known about the future fate of Dmitry K.