Thirty-first we decided to celebrate officially - at work, and only then go home.
At five o'clock V.A. and his daughter Nika drove up to us - no more than 16 looked to see her, although I knew for sure that she was 18, that she prepared the documents for privatization. Here it should be said that our office is elite. That is, it is equipped with the latest technology in the center of the city, where even very wealthy firms keep their rooms with an area of no more than one-room apartment. Of course, I do not mean the oil industry workers, they do not rent offices - they build it themselves.
In short, celebrating the new year was crowded. TV, champagne, quickly struck in the head, jokes ... So we sat up until half past eleven local time, and found suddenly that the transport no longer goes, V.A. And Vitek cannot drive. Not that they drank a lot, but after all it’s not enough to fly into the zealous traffic cop. Moreover, that Victor, that the boss is very sensitive to personal security, is a blessing that the profile of the company - trade in the systems of that very security, quite even contributes to light paranoia. V. A. had to call his wife Olga - also young, about 25 years old, Nike, she was a stepmother. She rushed - evil, like a hundred devils. Burst into the office and slammed the door of excess emotion.
This is where the real problems began. We're trading security systems, right? And in order to advertise the office equipped that your Fort Knox. At the door we have a cunning lock with a time relay. Shut the doors - and open it no earlier than eighteen hours. Yes, and the light - that is to say, electricity as such for safety and economy is automatically turned off. It's good that the ventilation works in the old manner - without air conditioning, otherwise it won't be long to suffocate. And without that it turned out ... an adventure. Of course, there is a cell phone. Here only the office is equipped with a system of forced radio suppression - also for promotional purposes.
Phone usual, fortunately, worked, but whom to call? Rescuers?
Taking into account the cost of the door ... it was decided to sit out for twelve hours. Fortunately, there was no shortage of champagne and sweets.
The scandal was, of course, terrible. But in the dark to argue is not interesting. We groped down to drink what was left, someone successfully opened a bottle of champagne on my trousers, and I quietly got rid of the trousers by placing them on the battery. The darkness, occasionally thinned by toast, began to crush quickly. We poisoned some fables, and here - when everyone started either podrёmyvat, or portray a dream, someone's hand dived into my pants. Oleg sat to my left, Nika to the right, but ... it was still in the light. And since then, in the dark, we all changed several times, and in addition to everything Marinina was crushed by the perfume in her purse. Extremely, you know, fragrant - so that the smell, apparently, all blocked. All half-dressed - scary roasting, all slightly limp.
That arm, the leg of someone's. Here is someone and strokes my dick with a playful pen. Whether in a dream - this habit, or intentionally. In such cases, it is better to pretend to be asleep and have fun quietly. Of course, one can be indignant, but why put a person in an uncomfortable position? Cook something else oh how long! And there, below, already the tongue was used. I am thrilled, but I want to find an occupation and my own hands.
Then someone - judging by the voice, Olga - put his tongue in my ear.
“Valya,” she said, “I will recognize you here too.”
Whispering in the dark sounds like a gun shot, but, obviously, V. A. decided not to respond - maybe someone from advertising managers sucked him at that time. I turned my head, and Olga and I kissed with enthusiasm for a while. Not good, of course, but what a confusion it can be when she understands ... I studied Olga's breast with the palms - we often had a version that it was silicone. Generally speaking, I don’t care about aesthetics, but interesting. However, the silicone is felt badly through the bra ... the more so as I never met him with my lips to the nipple. No, you know, familiar porn stars.
However, someone helped me - my hands touched someone's fingers, and Olga, turning, eagerly began to lick with him. I put my hands below, on the waist of the woman, pulling off the panties to the middle of the thighs, and was taken aback, feeling for there what could not be there in principle - the elastic process sticking forward. Olga gently fell forward, clutching at my shoulders with her hands, but then she ran into an invisible craftswoman who was playing with my dick.
They began to feel each other, and I crawled out from under the bodies. Judging by the sounds, darkness lived its own life - sobbing, breathing, shaking, settling down comfortably. Reaching forward with my hands, I stumbled upon the delicious roundness of someone's ass. The tail was elastic, appetizing, but with my arms lower, between the legs, I came across smoothly scraped eggs and quite a male member. Immediately, I did not dare to give up - otherwise I couldn’t avoid finding out, “who touched my balls yesterday?” In front, judging by the sensations, someone sucked him.
I fell on my back, pinned by a man's ass, and the guy was already trying to put his anus on my nose. I turned my head, and stuck out my tongue. I did not want to get into a ridiculous situation at all. Let the person think that Marinka was licking his ass, and I’ll rinse my mouth with champagne. I curled my tongue and put it in the ass of this type - I didn’t even want to think which of my work colleagues was keen to get drunk. The guy was twitching, obviously ending - apparently, the invisible minetchits were sitting right on me, providing tactile sensations that completely compensated for the inconvenience - and fell over my head, right on my impressive buttocks.
The apparent owner of the female bust switched to me. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pressed my phallus to my thigh, touched my lips to my chest, found her lips. Nika - I recognized her by her hair - her whole mouth was full of sperm. She convulsively threw it into my mouth, a brisk and obviously skillful tongue slipped into it, and we began to kiss with delight. Alien sperm flowed on our chins, and Nick eagerly chased every drop of this cocktail.
Then Nick blindly crawled somewhere to the side, and I - excited to the limit, but never finished, engaged in masturbation. The room was already filled with all the sounds of couples indulging in love games — no one seemed to be hiding anymore — so the right mood came right away. I slid my fingers along my rod, regretting that I could not see my phallus. I always wanted to put it in my mouth.
And then I thought that after all my adventures today - that I,
Actually, losing? Anyway, the mouth is already full of someone else's good. Groping someone's leg in the dark, I determined an undeniable peasant by hairiness, and, standing on him on all fours, in order not to touch my own bolt, I wrapped my head around my lips. Licked. And then he opened his mouth and slowly took the dick in the throat - he himself wondered how it happened. Repeated, feeling the roof slowly moving down to the side.
At this time, someone felt my balls, wrapped his arms around his member, appreciating his readiness, and suddenly I felt the tongue already in my ass. And finished from this in a carefully put palm. The man behind me rubbed the sperm into my point. Feeling what the matter was going on, I tried to break free, but at that time the guy to whom I was giving a blowjob, clasped my head and again thrust my dick into my throat, crushing the protesting cry in the bud.
My dick penetrated my ass with a slow but continuous movement. A cry of pain allowed only the sperm that rushed into my mouth to drown out.
I exhaled sharply, splashing sperm on the pubic "client".
“Guys, I think there’s a homosexual among us,” said Victor’s voice right above me. I almost swore.
- Isn't it a secret to anyone what we do? - muttered in surprise V. A. - And I think - what a cool ass of this boy! - Sounded a loud slap.
“I’m not a boy, I’m a girl,” said Marinka, offended, having every reason to be proud of her mane hair.
There was a laugh — one right above my ear. Gaddyysh, grabbed my ass continued to systematically planted his bolt. Oleg’s endurance — no one else, was still that.
- And yet, who sucked me? - asked Victor, who loved certainty. Apparently, the rumors that he fucked both Marinka and Lenka were confirmed. Otherwise, where does such knowledge of blowjob technology come from?
- Do you like it? - Olga's voice sounded ... because of my back. From my heart, I immediately dropped a stone - a member on panties, what else ...
- But anyway?
- I'm with a girl! - responded the boss.
“I, too ... probably,” Oleg's voice sounded from behind me. I went cold. Nick saved me from the proceedings with Viktor.
“I sucked you,” she said peevishly, appearing next to my shoulder, and then clung to my lips. Interrupted for a second, adding - I will no longer.
Someone giggled. In the depths of my virgin ass struck tight jet.
“Olga,” continued V. A.’s call-call started. “You know, I’m not jealous.” Relaxed?
- Oh yeah! - Olga breathed out from behind my back. - Oleg, do you like someone else's ass?
- Breasts too, - apparently, Oleg just caressed Olga's bust, - Even
if they are silicone. Olga turned, not becoming to give out whom she fucked.
- I hope you enjoy my dick.
V. A. finally laughed - apparently, I accepted a thoroughly repressed laugh as a sound of passion.
- My Olga is a hermaphrodite! - He reported, not without pride. - She wanted to become a full-fledged girl, but she seemed to like what she has now. Olga loudly slapped me on the ass.
- Well, now, if nobody was shocked by this statement, I can add.
My partner is bisexual, so I recommend using it. You can then tell me that you fucked the boss. Oleg, judging by the shaved snap, too ... no stranger. Donat keeps silent because I just deprived him of virginity. Victor, do you mind banging me? To choose from? I love you or you? I grinned - it seems that our spontaneous group sex has a leader. And whispered a few words to Nike. We kissed again - only a member of Victor was between our lips.
The opening champagne hissed sideways.
“That's nice,” Lena said from somewhere on the side. - Do not forget to fuck me. And then I somehow overlooked.