Holding on to the railing, she climbed to the third floor. It was dark on the landing. Probably some idiots broke the light bulb again. Night lurked in the dark hollow of the upper floor. I quickly put my hand in her purse, took out a bunch of keys.
The lock clicked: one - two ... There was no third left click. Behind me, someone roughly embraced me by the neck. I did not have time to shout. The relief muscle, hidden under a cloth cocoon, was pressed into the throat. The trembling pillows, pimply clouds floated before his eyes. Air! Air-ah ...
- Shout your mouth! - ordered the owner of the relief muscle, pulling me in the direction of the elevator.
And I did not resist. Shut the mouth down so shut up! Just to let it breathe. Boot heels loudly beat on the edges of the steps. I did not see his face. I heard only the smell - cologne and mint gum. However, progress - the rapists go to the case, having washed and stuffed the gum into the mouth. It inspires confidence. Maybe it won't hurt so much?
The elevator doors flung open. My immobilized body struggled into a cramped booth. The rapist didn’t take it lightly - not everyone is able to carry such a weight (as it’s eighty kilograms). Maybe because I'm still not married?
He leaned me against the wall and quickly shook his hands on clothes. With impatience pulled the buttons, heavy chest ploped down before his eyes. It's cold, I would start faster, or something ...
- Come on, mare, open mouth. And then get pike in the udder!
I opened my eye. Pretty young. If I could shave, maybe I like him ... He is breathing hard ... Why is he afraid of anything?
I knelt down with difficulty. Still, the working day is over. Male bare heads still glimpse in the eyes. And then one more. But what to do, what to do?
His dignity was slight, but thick. A kind of cucumber from the garden. Pretty young still cucumber. I took it in the palm, squeezed slightly. Useless! Cucumber hung dried pod.
I approached my face to the groin closely, rolled up my skin. So ... the head in the pimples. Tak-s ... Along the edges - redness ... And what is it? I lifted the head up, looked in from the underside. Yeah, bridle torn. Our friend is engaged in masturbation. And quite often ...
- So it hurts? - slightly pressed on the head from the side of redness.
- What? - from the height of his height he looked at me in a frightened way.
- I ask, so painful?
He shifted the knife from his right hand to his left, the blade gleamed coldly.
- Little...
- Yeah. Clear...
She put her hand between her hairy legs, felt the testicles. written for sexytal.com From each compression, the client slightly shuddered and threw up his head, like a horse going to drink. The right egg was clean and smooth, like a river boulder. A capable egg. But on the left was a small seal. From here there can be problems.
- Erection problems?
I tried to get up.
- What are you doing? - whined the rapist. - And in the mouth?
I straightened my back, my spine cracked dryly, like a series of shots. Cursed sciatica. The rapist started, confusedly looked around.
- Wait with your mouth! - I said. - I repeat - there are problems with erection?
“It happens ...” the rapist chuckled hurtly. - When I worry. Or scared ...
- Yeah ... - I nodded. - Come on, pants down ...
- Quite? - he happily stared at me.
“Goosey, up to my knees ...” I grieved him. - Take off your pants and turn your ass ...
He happily spun on the spot. Two buttock planes looked in my face with thick round cheeks.
Well well...
Now everything is familiar. A tube of petroleum jelly on hand, male buttocks, sexual problems. Only gloves lacked. I do not climb with my bare finger in the anus. It's a shame ... Everything began so well ...
He seemed to hear my doubts. He turned his head, looked at his hands, smeared with vaseline.
- I have a condom. It can be that ... on a finger ...
In the head!
- Come here! - I said strictly.
Condom fit. Finger, covered with a spiritual band, confidently slid into the anal slit.
- Come on, on all fours, alive! - I ordered.
The rapist readily thumped on his knees. Quickly groped the prostate gland. It was slightly enlarged, inflamed, similar to a chestnut softened in hot water.
- Painfully? - I asked, making wave-like movements with my finger.
“A little bit,” he whispered faintly.
- And so? - I turned the finger crocheted and went on the other side, increasing the pace.
“Good ... Good ...” he muttered, shaking his head. - More more...
And I was not going to stop. Professor Molodtsov, my institute mentor, always warned that treatment should be started only after the patient was free of excess sperm. And here was the extra sperm. And in decent quantities.
However, I myself got carried away. Iron was slightly hardened, had to tinker before it softened to the desired condition.
Working with my finger, I did not notice how the elevator flap opened. On the threshold stood my neighbors from the lower floor. A month ago, I flooded them. Did not fall asleep in time ...
- Here you go! - Madame Schegolev pursed her lips. - Lived! Already in the elevator fuck ...
Her voice trembled with resentment. Is jealous or what?
Shchegolev - tall, personable - with his eyes wide open, looked at my rhythmically wielding finger. It can be seen, the problem was familiar.
- Petya, turn away! - shouted Schegolev. - What are you staring at this indecency!
And at that moment my patient shot. With all the agility of a living gland. A thick whitish lump of sperm flew about half a meter and plopped down on the dark-brown wool of Madame Shchegolev's fur coat.
- What is this? What? - shouted Schegolev, rushing down the stairs.
The husband rushed after his wife, but after running a couple of meters, he returned.
I already finished, took out a finger from a hole. The rapist still stood cancer, unable to move.
With a wink at Shchegolev, I struggled with a bunch of keys standing on all fours with all my might. The blow fell on the head. The rapist stretched out on the spit-covered elevator floor.
- And this is also included in the course of treatment? - confused asked Schegolev, jabbing a finger into the stretched body.
- Enters! - I said, removing the condom from my finger. - Peter Sergeevich, call the police ... - there was almost no power.
Only now I realized how scared.
- Call, please ... And I'll take care of you next time ...