Mobile version- “Hello,” said the man. - Will I come in?
And, without waiting for an answer, he pressed on the door. The steps from above were approaching, I could neither object nor argue, and I let him inside, moving away from the door. He entered and, without taking his eyes off my face, slammed the door behind him. Looking me up and down with an appraising look, he smiled even wider.
-What a girl, he said. - Let's get acquainted.
And, pulling me towards him, he pressed his mouth on my lips. With one hand, the one in which he held the package, he grabbed me by the waist, and with the other - by the buttocks, getting into my panties.
Without letting go, and not allowing me to say a word, he began pushing me into the room, and doing it quickly, literally pushing me in front of him. I was forced to retreat, although I tried to rest my hands on his chest, but my bare feet slipped, he almost stepped on my toes with his boots, and I was forced to retreat. Then, remembering, I realized that he was simply behaving like a boss, just like an experienced male dog with a dumb and powerless female, and at that moment I didn’t understand anything, but simply behaved exactly like this dumb and powerless female, I simply obeyed. There was finally an ottoman behind me and, of course, I fell on it, on my back, finally breaking away from him.
But this didn’t last long, it took him literally a second to throw the package somewhere to the side and unbutton his pants, after which he, without taking off his shoes, perched himself on the ottoman, sat on my chest, pressing my hands with his knees, and patted his naked penis on the lips. I did the only thing I could and even had to do in the role I had chosen for myself - I opened my mouth. And he put his penis in my mouth, made several movements, forcing me to choke. I didn’t like it at all, but I could only hope that it wouldn’t last long. His penis was not thick, but quite long.
This did not last long. The man, making sure that the female was not going to offer resistance, fidgeted on me and climbed down to the floor. I just lay on my back, arms outstretched, legs dangling, like a woman ready to give herself up. He, continuing to look at me with a grin, hastily took off his shoes and undressed. When he moved towards the ottoman, I moved, climbing all the way onto the ottoman. He imperiously, like a toy, turned me onto my stomach, pulled off my swimming trunks and leaned on top, his dick poked into my ass, and he entered me! There was probably still enough lubrication in my ass after the night before. I felt it in me, although it didn’t hurt. I felt his movements, although he did not tear me apart.
I began to moan again, realizing that this way he would cum faster. However, he suddenly came out of me and, taking me by the stomach with his hands, lifted me onto all fours. And he entered again. I saw a pillow in front of me, he was puffing from behind, suddenly he started touching my penis. And I felt pleased! However, I didn’t reach orgasm, he stopped... And then he came out of me and let me go. I stretched out on the ottoman, prone.
He sat behind me for a while, then slapped me on the ass and noisily climbed off the ottoman. I heard him getting dressed. I heard, but didn’t see, then that they were lying facing the wall. He got dressed, chuckled loudly, and said:
- And you’re okay. Tell Dima that Sasha came by. See you later. Bye.
I turned my head and looked at him. He grinned, winked contentedly and left. I heard the door slam shut. I continued to lie there. And I felt like crap. Like a fucked bitch. Which we used and that’s it. The man stuck it into it, finished, pulled it out, and moved on, satisfied. And you're lying around like a used condom. However, isn’t this what I wanted myself, assigning myself a passive role, choosing for myself the role of a female? Isn't that what you fantasized about? Maybe I felt lousy not just like a fucked female, but like an unfucked bitch?
I had a desire to wash myself. After the night with Dima, I didn’t have such a desire, although perhaps I was just very tired and wanted to sleep. And now I wanted to go and wash myself. It’s a woman’s desire to get rid of the wetness between her buttocks, from the feeling of a burning ass rubbed by a member.
I stood up, but, noticing cigarettes on the table, I decided to have a smoke and sat down in a chair. Yes, I thought, you got fucked. So how do you feel now? Who do you feel like? At the same time, my hand automatically fell on my penis and I began to stroke it. I must say that before this time I had never masturbated. But now I needed it! I felt it. Going over in my mind all the moments of what happened to me, I caressed myself more and more intensely. At the same time, I didn’t remember sex with Dima, but how I was suddenly and without any consent on my part simply raped by an unexpected guest. And I felt pleasant with these memories. Not because it happened to me, but because I was caressing myself now. But what's the difference? The man fucked me and left, the woman must take care of herself! I read about it! At that moment I wanted a member to enter me again, to be fucked, to be rolled around on the bed... And I came.
Immediately my soul felt disgusted again, devastation set in. As if I had done something bad, obscene. Having put out the cigarette, I trudged into the bathroom. Yes, honey, I said to myself, what else is to come this evening? You won't be able to dodge. Who will ask you? Although Dima might ask. But he called himself a milk mushroom...
In the bathroom it was unexpectedly discovered that they had provided hot water. After thinking, I cleaned the bathroom and started running water into it. He returned to the room and slammed down a glass of cognac. I took off my shirt - it was the only clothing I had left on, and went to the bathroom again. He stopped in the hallway and looked at himself in the mirror. The smudged makeup gave my face the look of a fucked whore. However, that’s what I was. And so he did. Of my own free will. But the rest... I should shave off my hair, I thought, from everywhere. Make your body more attractive. And then, of course, she’s an unkempt woman who doesn’t take care of herself... Damn, you decided to play at being a woman, so be one! You can’t avoid meeting men, so please comply!
Reconfiguration and auto-training, however, cost me some effort. I now did not feel in myself the slightest desire to continue playing the role I had assumed. Not the slightest! The water, however, filled up and I climbed into the bathroom, stretched out in it.
Immersion in the water, contact with it calmed me down a little, and after a while everything that happened no longer seemed so gloomy to me and disgusting. It’s more like this: nothing special happened, nothing so terrible. Well, they fucked me and fucked me, the world didn’t turn upside down! And having made a little effort on myself, I forced myself to take a razor and shave my legs, and carefully shave my pubic area, leaving a small neat bush of hair on it. It took effort because I was too lazy to do it, but the thought about “I called myself a milk mushroom, show my ass,” an incomprehensible sense of obligation took effect. That is, I no longer seemed to want to be a woman, but since the role prescribed it, nothing could be done. I put it in my mouth, don’t say I’m not a woman.
Then I washed myself thoroughly, got out of the bathroom, took the robe hanging on the hanger (it turned out to be long), and put it on myself. I felt quite good. I turned on the TV and started cleaning the apartment. He swept, wiped dust everywhere, hung the rugs in order. Then the thought occurred to me that I would need to wash it, and I began to take into the bathroom all the dirty things I found, fortunately, they were scattered in abundance throughout the apartment. Finally, I got down to washing the floors.
I was so engrossed in cleaning that I didn’t notice Dima returning.
Strange, but while I was cleaning , dusted, washed the floor and all that stuff, I didn’t feel at all like either a woman or fucked by a man, I didn’t think about anything like that at all. But when Dima returned, it became clear that HE thought about me that way and perceived me that way.
He opened the door with his key and walked into the room when I, having climbed onto a chair, was wiping the dust on closet I turned around, looking down at him a little - very little, because Dima was tall. It must have been a funny scene - I, with a rag in my hands, in a half-open robe (my hand automatically reached out to smell it), barefoot, stood on a chair and looked down at a tall handsome man who smiled widely and handed me a carnation! To me! Carnation! White, by the way.
- Hello, - said Dima.
- Hello, - I said, taking the cloves.
I probably should have said something else, but I didn’t know what. And Dima grabbed me by the legs and lifted me from the chair, holding me in the air for a while so that I felt completely in his power. He put me on the floor and kissed me passionately. I responded to the kiss, helplessly spreading my hands - in one there is a wet rag, in the other - a white carnation, do what you want.
-I miss you, - said Dima.
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“Me too,” I lied. - Wait, my hands are dirty.
It looks like I used the first feminine trick - Dima released me from his embrace while I went to the bathroom, put away the rag, then asked if he had any - a vase for a flower, of course there was no vase, then I filled a liter jar with water and put the flower there. When I finished with these manipulations, Dima was already sitting in a chair, his first sexual impulse seemed to have passed. However, I came up, squatted down in front of him, put my hands on his and said:
- Thank you.
And rubbed my head against his hands . He stroked my hair and said:
- Make something to eat, and then we’ll go to the bathhouse, that’s where our people are meeting today.
“They gave me hot water,” I said.
- Yes? So what, we’re going to the bathhouse anyway, it’s in honor of your arrival.
