Oksana put the phone on the bedside table next to the bed, collapsed on the pillows and stared at the ceiling. The white rays of the day already began their dance there. Well, again, all canceled. All her morning fees and a head wrapped in a towel no longer had any meaning. You will have to look for a new or explore the yellow round chandelier all day.
But Android (as she called Andrei, when she was angry) was supposed to come and finish what they started the day before yesterday, but their parents, who did not appear on time on the threshold, scared them off. His head was just between her legs, Oksana was halfway to a powerful orgasm, but everything had to turn off, and go to the ancestors with cotton legs. And today mom and dad will not be all day, and he and Android had grandiose erotic plans, and now he can't see, you see a friend from the army has come! And what do you want her to do? She remembered his eyes, looking at her rather because of the wet shuddering hill, somewhere at the base, in the depths he tormented her with his tongue as she squeezed his hair in his hand. From memories On Oksana swept light wave of excitement.
She ran her hands under a blue terry robe - the only thing she was wearing, besides the towel on her head, and tried to start her own game. With one hand, I rubbed a pink nipple, and with the other I began to drive up and down the shaved pussy for today's holiday. But something didn’t work, I didn’t get out of my head the day that was spoiled in the morning, and the freshly shaved tender surfaces were a bit irritated. Yes, ugh, you! She gave up this occupation and regretted that she did not dare to buy a large vibrator when, a month ago, she and Android laughed for sex shop for the laughter.
And now she is not amused. Well, there is no orgasm from the sex of a healthy person, will be from BDSM and coursework, which has been hanging on it since April. And now May, and this bastard is eager for her, Oksana, attention.
She decided to print an unfinished second chapter and lie down, handwriting with a pencil and pen, she did not want to spoil the eyes with a monitor.
She pressed the seal button and wondered when the next time would be such an opportunity? Like mom was going on Wednesday to her grandmother, and dad said she would go to her uncle, but when? If the universe is good, then these two points will coincide, plus the third, so that the red guests do not come. What's wrong with this printer?
The Chinese gray box trembled and squealed, but refused to print. Finally, the paper came out, but instead of the text on it there were some gray stripes, formed in a strange abstraction.
- Your mother! - Oksana swore, forgetting other disorders for a while. Well, and this brute let down. What to do now? She pressed some buttons, started printing several more times, but the printer produced the same disappointing result.
Oksana sat on the bed and sighed heavily. Then she remembered the business card she had taken from her friend at work, along with all the other pieces of paper. She found her in the top drawer. "Titan-repair" - read a large dark inscription on a gray background. “Titan,” thought Oksana, “ohhhh, you.”
- Yes, yes, of course, we do. Let's get somewhere at the beginning of the first if you are comfortable. Ok, wait.
The male voice in the tube was silent. “Well, at least this one will come” - Oksana thought gloomily and decided to wait, as advised at that end of the line.
Just because it was boring to sit, all the same, before the visit of a specialist, it was about 40 minutes. Oksana dried her hair, made herself coffee with cream, and began to clean her cup with her mug in her room. Finally, all towels and blankets were cast into the closet, cosmetics in another closet. And all with one hand - a real pro! She sat drinking coffee on the chair. Then her eyes fell on the red shoebox, which she somehow missed in the heat of the battle with the mess.
“Ha ha,” she said out loud, “well, that’s definitely to be hidden away.”
The fact is that the box contained everything that was necessary for today's celebration of love, those things that did not need to be seen as ancestors. Starting from a set of lace panties and stockings, ending with condoms, lubricants and pink fur handcuffs.
But before you remove the secret thing, Oksana lifted the red cover and pulled out a novelty, which was not destined to be tested today. These were tights in unimaginable laces, flesh-colored, with a large hole in the crotch.
“Nice all the same thing” - thought Oksana. She decided to at least try it on. Not without difficulty (for the first time, all the same), a graceful thing naked up on her legs and thighs. Oksana got up and went to the hall to a large mirror on the wall. She took off her robe and towel, freeing her dyed black hair, and began to look at her reflection. “Well, not bad, the thighs were built, hmm, everything is also visible here. For whom I shaved this triangle, it is asked. What about the back? She turned her back to the mirror and looked into the reflection over her shoulder. “Mmm, what a butt, this round has become! Cool. Pantyhose really improved all the forms, there was something to see. Oksana again began to feel excited. She stroked herself through the hole, the skin no longer sore, she continued, half a minute later the juice glistened in the reflection, and it was time for two faithful lovers - two fingers to invade the pink flesh. Oksana was already excited in earnest. She sat on the sofa facing the mirror and spread her legs. With one hand, she began to squeeze the breasts in turn and pulling at her nipples, they reacted and stood at attention. With the other hand, Oksana was tearing her own bloodshot bud, she spanked her fingers on the clitoris more and more hard. The face distorted by passion looked directly at her from a mirror and only urged on her, but not amused, as happened earlier. Yes! Yes! She will finish today, even with Andriusik, even without!
Oksana began to moan and rolled her eyes, the orgasm was already on the horizon and slowly, but relentlessly floated to her to wrap in her warm embrace. Began the most acute stage, she bit her lip and moaned quietly. Plop! Plop! Hand ruthlessly attacked the clitoris. And then on one such swing and the bell rang.
Dzyin
She seemed poured with ice water from a bucket. What to do? What to do? She jumped up and frantically ran around the room. She forgot about that tanker! She immediately remembered the case with Android a couple of days ago. She shook her robe with trembling hands, jumped into the slippers and ran to open the door, she thought she was caught guilty of indecent occupation, although, of course, nothing like that happened. Apparently, a conditioned reflex has already begun to be developed. The bell rumbled again in the silent space of the apartment, pounding in its ears.
- Right now! She cried.
Oksana hastily took off her robe and turned the latch. On the threshold stood a man of 35, of medium height, dense and with thinning hair. He was wearing a blue, slightly worn jumpsuit. In his hands he held a bag, apparently with tools.
“Did the masters call you?” He deafly asked.
- Yes, yes, go there.
He took off his shoes on the threshold and followed Oksana to the room. Her legs did not obey her much, but she tried to calm and intermittent breathing and trembling. Although it did not always work. Her voice treacherously trembled when she said, pointing to the printer:
- Here. Something does not print there. In rejection went, in short. Smears and all that.
The man nodded and knelt in front of the typewriter. Began to dig something there. Oksana looked a little and went out, she had to clean up.
In the corridor, she stood in front of the mirror box and began to straighten her matted hair.
Master appeared in the doorway.
- Do you have any drivers for him?
Overwhelmed by such an unexpected question (the delusion has not yet completely disappeared), Oksana stared at him silently.
- What? She asked more of herself.
- Well, drivers, disks went with him.
- Oh, yes, now, it seems there was something.
They returned to the room. The box with all sorts of disks stood under the computer desk. Oksana leaned over to get her, and then the robe slid aside and opened the ass-covered pantyhose. Oksana quickly sat down, took off her robe and tied a belt. She was thrown into the paint. She handed the box to the master, whose face was unruffled. The voice trembled again:
“Look here,” she mumbled and ran out of the room.
She caught her breath behind the door. Damn bathrobe! Today everything goes upside down. She exhaled several times and went to the bathroom to bring herself to a little bit of cold water. “Well, at least in the pantyhose was,” she consoled herself a little, suddenly a terrible guess exploded in her brain, “Damn! But in some pantyhose! In the same, with a hole! ". She was dumbfounded, she felt terribly ashamed.
Having calmed down a bit, Oksana returned to the room. The wizard was still picking on the floor with the printer, his overalls slipped a little to one side, and showed a strip of yellow panties. “Look how fascinated,” thought Oksana. And out loud, blushing and looking at the floor, but coldly and decisively said:
- I apologize if I embarrassed you with an inappropriate look. Today is such a bad day
“It's okay, it's all right,” the repairman replied.
She exhaled and turned to the door.
- Especially since the spectacle was amazing.
Oksana had a strange fire in her chest that was a mixture of indignation, shame and pleasant feelings from an unexpected compliment. But she did not walk out the door.
"Amazing, here is the word picked up!". She dressed in the bedroom, took off those ill-fated tights, put on normal panties, shorts and a tank top. She didn't wear a bra at home.
- Mistress, take the machine, - heard from the room and Oksana slapped there.
The master stood next to the printer, which issued a demo, without blots and stripes.
- Wow, - said Oksana and took a piece of paper for some reason.
The master, meanwhile, collected his tools and went out into the hall. She decided to say thank you and prepare the money that was there, in the hall. She quietly went in there and stared at the repairman. He stood sideways to the doorway and did not notice her appearance. Something has changed in him. W-What? What is it? What is he doing?
The tuner's hand went somewhere under the jumpsuit and somehow moved there strangely, and the suit itself bristled much lower than a large breast pocket.
- You ... - Oksana backed up, - what are you doing?
The repairman abruptly pulled his hand out from under his clothes and muttered, looking at the floor:
“I ... I ... forgive this ... I thought you would not notice ... it was just that you and your dressing gown ... hit you completely in the head. I went, do not need money .. everything ... I went ...
He aspired, picked up his bag, also dropping a glance.
- Well, ka, show what you have there! - Oksana heard her own voice and was very surprised.
- No, no, nothing ... I'm sorry, I'm leaving ...
- I will not forgive, show, otherwise I will scream! - Oksana was again surprised to herself, but less.
The man finally looked at her, their eyes met: his - blue and rounded, and her - green and strict. He stood so little, and, silently and without blinking, he unbuttoned his pants. His dignity fell out, and now Oksana’s eyes widened. He was big, very big, with a dark head, thick and hairy. "This man's dick," - thought Oksana, - "is not that, Andrei, pink wiener." He swayed slightly, and the master stood, arms folded at the seams.
- Come on! - she did not take her eyes off his penis, which was rapidly losing volume.
- ... shhto?
- Nayarivay, come on.
“I can't do that.”
- What is it? - she finally looked at him.
“Well,” he hesitated, “now I have nothing ... well, in the sense of ...”
- In what sense?
- Well ... not exciting.
“Aah ... well, clearly.” Stay.
Oksana, barely breathing from incomprehensible excitement, quickly pulled off her T-shirt.
- That's better?
She was not too big, but a beautiful pear-shaped chest, the size was striving for the third, which Oksana was incredibly pleased. The master, after a short pause, took his dead rod into a fist and began to move. Oksana felt that she was getting very wet in her underpants - for the first time a man masturbated before her eyes. She once asked for Android, but he was shy. “We will help the guy a little,” Oksana decided. She licked her index finger and began to stroke her nipple, which immediately hardened and increased. The man watched her every gesture. The show had an effect, and now his cock had outgrown a large, rough palm, and again a shiny head was exposed.
“Sit down,” she told him. The voice trembled again, but that didn't bother her anymore.
Master obediently sat on the sofa.
- Delightful sight, you say? - she liked to tease and shock him. Although she herself was most shocked.
She turned her back on him, leaned over, and for some reason abruptly took off her shorts along with her panties. Just patience for a striptease was not enough, and who is he, this man, to arrange dances? In the mirror she saw how the master's jaw dropped, as well as her own lewd eyes.
“Yes, bitch, yes!” - throbbed in her head. She started wagging her booty in an intricate but elegant parabola. “Where did you just come from?” She thought jokingly. Oksana turned to face the man, sat on a chair, spread her legs shamelessly and began to masturbate in the same vehement manner, looking at his movements. Suddenly, she stopped.
“Wait, wait,” she said to him and knelt between his legs. He stopped, but did not remove his hand. She moved even closer.
- Go on ...
And he continued. Up and down, up and down. This action fascinated her. She imagined that blood from all over his body tends to this organ so that it would be even more, even harder.
“Stop,” she said again, and she looked up at the repairman, “can I get me now?”
Master removed his hand. A member proudly stood out of his fly, the word he broke through the fabric of his pants, like a torpedo plating of a submarine. She took it in her hand. Hard as a tree, her palm was too small to clasp it completely. “A real titan,” she grinned to herself. At first, she simply looked at it, then began to stroke it, as if stroking a kitten. Usually with Andrey there were no such long “manual” preludes, he simply inserted his own count into it. But now she decided to play. She licked her fingers and began awkwardly massaging the organ. He swayed to her in tact, grease appeared on the head. The man began to moan a little. This inflamed her, before that she had not heard the manifestation of male emotions in sex. Andron was silent, like a stump, only puffed when he was at the peak and that was all. She folded her fingers into a ring and began vigorously tugging at Titan's skin. Something went wrong, the trunk lost its hardness, slipped from the fingers, the moans also ceased. It was necessary to urgently save the day! Without hesitation, Oksana took a member in her mouth as much as she could and began to suck.
Then she does not screw up, she loved to do blowjob and knew how. Lucky Andryushka received oral affection in various places and circumstances: on her birthday, on her birthday, on a friendly get-together in the toilet, behind the garages, at the entrance, in the shower fitness center, at the wheel, etc.
She immediately realized that she had hit the target: the barrel hardened again, the master continued to moan. She slid her hand to her pussy and returned to her caresses. Then she felt that he was stroking her hands and head. Let it be, she decided. The head is already barely obsessed with her mouth. She left her for a while, ran her tongue down the trunk. Sorry, the scrotum remained in captivity of the combo, she would have shown him the class. A hand that stroked her hair suddenly gathered curls into a fist and returned her mouth to its place. More precisely, the master returned to the place of his penis. He began to move his hips, trying to shove him deeper. On the one hand, it angered her, on the other, for some reason, did not want to interrupt him. Only when the head poked into her throat, she coughed and abruptly pulled away.
- Well, you raskomandovalsya. Lie still.
- Excuse me ... in the sense of sorry.
She took it again in her mouth and bit slightly.
- Hey!
- Do not worry, do not bite, - she smiled.
Now she again dominated. She decided to give him pepper and moved her head as fast as she could. The man rolled his eyes and didn’t moan any more, but howled loudly. Suddenly, a member slipped from the captivity of her lips, a warm white jet hit her on the cheek. She immediately sucked him back and began to greedily swallow his juices. Master so grabbed her mane that he seemed to want to pull her curls to hell. Finally, he shot out and went limp. With a loud smack, she removed his cock from her mouth.
- So, why are you relaxed? I haven't finished yet.
- BUT? What? I'm all ...
- Right now, everything will be.
She stood up, jumped on him and sat on his face. He was even a little suffocated by surprise, but soon he began to work actively with his tongue, licking all the folds of her pink flower.
- Yes ... yes ... come on ... yes ... well done ...
He grabbed her buttocks and began to stick her on his tongue. Oksana carried on the waves of pleasure, despite the fact that his fingers strongly pierced her ass. A little pain never stopped her. He grabbed her hips, and his tongue began to caress the little ring of the anus. This Oksana has not yet experienced, no one has ever licked this intimate place to her. She no longer controlled herself and screamed loudly. He returned to the clitoris, clasped his lips and began to suck. At this moment, an orgasm of extraordinary power overtook her, she rolled her eyes as she seemed to be somewhere on the back of her head, her whole body was seized with a cramp, the liquid was flooding his face. She collapsed onto her back beside him, and still shook quietly for a while. This she has not experienced for a long time, perhaps never. Tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing with fresh sperm, she could not stop them and did not try. It seemed to her that her body was pierced by warm rays, giving her physical happiness and euphoria.
Through the purple haze, she saw that the master was gathering and standing next to the sofa:
- Well, I will go, I still have orders mountain today. No need to pay.
She instantly recovered:
- You oherel? Am I a prostitute? How much is there with me?
- Sorry, then 700 rubles.
- Go out into the corridor. I will bring it now.
He silently left. She quickly got dressed, took out the money from the wardrobe, counted the necessary amount and thrust it into his hand.
- Well, I went?
- Go, of course. You have so many orders. Thank you bye.
She opened the door for him, he went to the landing.
- Stop.
He turned.
- How do you call something?
- Igor.
- Clear. OK, bye.
She slammed the door.
***
- Yeah. Well, okay, sat down? It is clear, aha. Hi to him. Oh, nothing, printer, count, broke. Yes, even there polosyl. Well, fixed, figly, why am I wild? Yeah, the master has adjusted. Yeah. So I’ve been tinkering with the curtain, counting all day. Yes, good. Now kup-kup and bainki. Yeah. Why are we going for a walk tomorrow? Come on, call me. Yeah. Bye bye
Oksana stood in front of a mirror in the bathroom and scrubbed the remains of the seed from her face. “Eh, titanium, it quickly melted painfully. When I still see such a shaft. Okay, so it was good. Kolgotochki helped something. "