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Punished
🕑 Added 2019-05-16 07:58:40 +0000 UTCDamn ... well, how many nights can you spend alone? Waiting for your call? Grab an impatient handset and hear that you are busy today or do not have time to call. And outside the window, summer evening cares about the soul. Smells penetrate and call for themselves, on the adventure. And today you said that there is a lot of work, that you do not have time to call on me. And even your words “baby”, “kitten” could not smooth out disappointments. I was sitting by the window, looking at the young people, who were near the cafe, on the playground, on the embracing couples, and longing took me. And then a friend called me in the afternoon, called to the dacha, and I refused because I was waiting for your call. And it seems that the whole weekend I will spend it by the window. Self-pity and anger filled me. I went to the balcony and saw a lonely pack of cigarettes that you forgot when leaving me. I got one, sniffed it and ... took a cigarette lighter, lit it.
From tightening slightly hit in the legs and dizzy. Here's another jamb: you can't stand me smoking. I sat down on a chair on the balcony, put my feet on the railing and slowly, savoring each puff, smoked, looking outside. Suddenly, I felt someone's look on me. The man, decent in appearance, aged, stood on the other side of the street and looked at me, leaning against the corner of the house and also blowing smoke. We, looking at each other, finished. I just got up to throw a cigarette butt over the balcony, when I saw that he waved his hand invitingly to me. Why not? How long can you sit in the evenings alone? And then at least chat, we can spend the evening. I nodded and entered the room. It was hot in the street, so I limited myself to shorts and a thin T-shirt, gathered a reddish shock in a cheerful tail and jumped out into the street.
The hot air immediately hugged me, giving the walk a lazy, tired look. The man looked at me, not moving from the spot. I silently stood in front of him, defiantly with my hands in the pockets of my shorts. He, also silently, invitingly, stretched out his hand in the direction of the entrance to the cafe. We opened the tight door and got into a cool atmosphere. And although there were a lot of people, and there was a buzz of voices, it was audible how the air conditioning roared. But we were lucky, the couple just freed a table near the entrance, and we rushed there. A friendly waitress offered us a menu. I ordered ice cream, mineral water and coffee. I love coffee with ice cream! The man ordered coffee with cognac and leaned over to me: “Let's get to know? I am Alexander". “Natalie,” I answered with a call. He smiled and put his hand on mine. I quickly pulled out, setting the boundaries of communication. He understood everything and leaned back in his chair. At this time, a slow melody began to play, and he invited me to dance. As soon as his hand lay on my waist, I instantly remembered your hands, and something in my chest caught. “So get it! It is my fault, ”I thought vengefully about you, writing out beautiful pa on the small hall, leaning on other men's hands. The man so far behaved decently, and did not give up. After the dance, we returned to the table.
Our order was already on the table. I threw a few spoons of ice cream into hot coffee. I thought a little and laid out the remnants there. The man smiled, called the waitress and said something in her ear. She returned with a small decanter. He immediately without asking me, splashed into my cup. I stared at him in bewilderment. "This is for the mood," he winked at me. I shrugged and took a small sip. A mixture of hot, cold and fragrant poured inside. Soon it became easy and fun. At that time, the program started in the cafe: live music alternated with the performance of the strippers, the lead hunted jokes and I soon completely forgot about the time, laughed at the jokes, admired the ability of the strippers, and gave a couple of dances to my sudden companion. At this time a sad melody began to play, and the girl sang. The voice was so penetrating, deep and clear that I was sad, remembering you, that I was sitting here with no one with whom, again because of you, and a tear from self-pity rolled down my cheek. Alexander took my hand and kissed his fingers. I did not have time to pull his hand out of him, as a sharp blow threw the man to the floor. I jumped in fear. You grabbed my arm painfully, throwing money on the table, walked out of the cafe. I barely had time to touch my feet. You were silent, but I was afraid to say a word.
All the words of reproach that I wanted to tell you, instantly flew out of my head. You opened the car door and I, like a mouse, dived there, not even asking where you were taking me. It was only from the flashing of the trees that I realized that we had left the city. So again to the country. Everything inside was trembling, I tried to justify myself and take the initiative: “You didn’t understand everything so much! ...” But your evil, hard, and like a thrown stone: “Close your mouth!”, Immediately killed the desire to object and certainly accuse you in something. Entering the house, you immediately went to the bar and took out cognac. Seeing how you poured about half a glass into yourself at once, I realized that my affairs were absolutely bad. “Do you know where to shower?” - you didn’t turn to me. And I silently went there, already knowing what awaits me. I did not have time to get dressed, and everything is still o would have to undress. The bathroom door swung open, you stood, holding a bottle of brandy in your hand. I cautiously slipped by. Rather tried, but slipped with a wet foot, and fell. Darkness covered me ...
I opened my eyes, the back of my head was a little nagging, but something cold and wet lay on it, calming the pain with every second. There was a silk sheet before my eyes. I twitched, trying to lift myself up, but my arms and legs were in a tight grip. I raised my head in surprise: soft but tight clamps held hands tight. I was literally crucified on my stomach, legs spread wide. "Well? Come to your senses? ”- I turned on your calm voice. You stood a towel on your hips, holding a high pillow in your hands. I said nothing, only nodded my head slightly, which responded with a slight ringing in my ears. “Lift!” You ordered. I shook my protesting head and immediately burned my buttock. From surprise, I shrieked, but then slightly deviated to the side. You slipped a pillow under my stomach, lifting my hips. There was a mirror right in front of the bed, and if I raised my head, I saw you move back and look at your hands. I directly felt the body, the crotch, your evaluating eyes and closed my eyes in shame. You put another pillow on it and, grumbling rather, removed the towel from your thighs. Slowly he approached me, raising his head by his chin, looked into his eyes: "Well, what did you mean to say there?"
I immediately opened my mouth, wanting to bring excuses to his behavior, as the head rested on the lips. I squeezed lips, your fingers slowly pressed on cheeks, pressing on cheekbones. I dutifully opened my mouth. The hot head touched the tongue, and I, realizing that no quarter would lick her, seizing her lips, sucking, feeling the viscous grease fill my mouth, hurrying to swallow it. And then you burst into the throat, filling it completely, the head swiftly slides inside, not allowing to breathe, filling the throat. Tears flow from my eyes, but you don’t let me go and you start moving, punching a member in jerks, drooling onto the sheets, and the penis smashes into me again and again. Your hands firmly hold my hair, not giving to escape. I feel like a hole for your penis, unable to do anything, I accept it, barely having time to breathe in between the brutal strong blows, when it seems that the head has touched the stomach, and the eggs are beating the chin. And when I almost faint from the blows, you take it out, slamming my wet head over my cheeks, as if bringing me to my senses.
And then he pulled a small whip from the bedside table with a lot of tails on the end. I looked at you in the mirror, fear slowly crawled into my soul, for some reason, sweetly speaking in the lower abdomen. I imagined what picture was in front of your eyes: raised high, pop, with open holes, completely provided for your use and ... flowed ... shamelessly, recklessly, like a bitch in front of a dog. A wave ... and a lot of leather tails left a bright trace on the gentle buttocks. I screamed and closed my eyes again. It seemed to me better not to see what you would do next. erotic stories A whip was walking on my buttocks, leaving traces, forcing me to cry out, then shrink in anticipation of a blow. But stupid pride leaped at this moment, and I decided to remain silent. The blows fell one after the other, now angrier, with deflection. And I, biting my lip, closed my eyes silent. “Here you are, bitch! - Surprised you said - Well, hold on. You pissed me off! ”A pause ... a slight whistle and ... a sharp blow hit right in the crotch, on gentle lips, along the gap that treacherously opened under your tenacious gaze and mercilessly flowed.
I twitched, but managed to remain silent. Now not only the buttocks were burning, but also the crotch. I was expecting a strike again. But the movement behind my back suggested that you are now on the bed between my legs. And then ... then some kind of madness! You teased with your head, drove along the slit, lips, clit without entering, forcing to wriggle from desire and lust, exhausted from passion. And when I was ready to finish like that, only from tension and touching the clitoris, you drove a dick into me with one blow. Deep so that I felt myself rudely put on your sword. I screamed and spun under you, but the blow to her buttock burned her, and I calmed down, listening to you. And you drove it into me like a pile into the ground, evil ... rude ... tough ... not sparing, and striking every time with a palm bitingly and painfully on the buttock, if I involuntarily shrank from the blow. It seemed to me that everything was burning inside and out, and that this torture would never end. But the worst thing is that despite everything, I wanted it wildly ... but I could not finish it at all, you did not give it to me !!! But suddenly you got a member. I froze, catching the sounds again. Inside, everything sank. I knew ... I was preparing ... but ... it was still scary ... but somehow it was somehow terribly sweet, my excitement went off, the desire overcame me long ago, causing the body to tremble, I felt damp from the desire. The head again stuck in the cave, as if reluctantly ... went half a member, and then the head touched the anus. I'm pantingla stronger, unable to cope with lust, lust and desire.
You slowly wound the head, as if pushing it inward, pushing the gentle walls. I involuntarily shrank and then a biting and short blow, my buttock burst into flames, and I immediately relaxed my grip, letting my cock continue. But you, as soon as the head passed, thrust the whole member in with a jerk, I screamed and huddled, trying to escape from the bond, slip out from under you, squeezing the anus, pushing the member out. But a few strong blows to the buttocks quickly calmed down my ardor and resistance. I lay high up my butt, in your full power, choking on feelings and emotions that overwhelmed me. And you again thrust in me, sometimes slapping on the buttock, loudly and bitingly, which had long been burning with fire. And when I realized that you were going to end now, and I would remain unsatisfied, I howled: "Forgive me !!!". You stopped: “Repeat?” “Forgive, please! I just wanted ... "- I realized that I should not finish the sentence, because there is again a complaint to you. "Well, what is my bitch ..." - a few soft movements, I huddled under you, almost not feeling your strong and hard blows, as you growl out and finish up inside, squeezing your thighs with your fingers ...
I was lying on my stomach, you untied me, but I didn’t have the strength to move my legs, and the priest was burning so that I probably wouldn’t sit on her for a week ...
