Lawyer
As always, I'm running late. It turns out there are no tickets at the railway station ticket office.
None? That's not about me. I'm used to getting everything through audacity, charm, persuasion, flattery, and much more.
Brunette. Handsome. Expensive perfume, appropriate attire, dressed to the nines. In short, used to taking everything from life and winning. And these are not empty words. My profession demands it. I am a Lawyer.
15 minutes—and I'm acquainted with the charming cashier, we exchange phone numbers, and a first-class ticket for the Moscow–St. Petersburg train is in my hands (released from a reservation).
Here I am in the first-class compartment. Alone. Comfort. Amenities. Before the train even started moving, the table was set. Lounging comfortably, bringing a shot of cognac to my lips, anticipating the pleasant smell of salmon caviar (as a snack), the compartment door suddenly opens and, like a 'jack-in-the-box,' she appears. She. Prosecutor Olga Yuryevna.
— Oh, Lord! Where can one even hide from you, Sergei Viktorovich? You manage to worm your way in everywhere! How on earth did you end up here? This is supposed to be for official use only. There's no peace from you day or—now it's obvious—night! — the young prosecutor said instead of a greeting.
For reference. Olga Yuryevna, 32 years old. Brunette. Athletic build. Bob haircut. A vamp girl. Breast size number 2. Long, slender legs "up to her ears." Narrow waist. Firm butt "like a nut." Sharp character. Authoritative. Behind the external strictness hides a tender, generous soul. Has her own opinion (and this often hinders her in her work). Sometimes speaks faster than she thinks. At work, she enjoys well-deserved respect. But more likely, they are probably afraid of her. Unmarried. Lives in Moscow with her mother (rumors say she's a virgin—nonsense, of course, but it should be checked).
— Hello, Olga Yuryevna! Oh, formidable servant of the law, scourge of alimony dodgers, punishing hand of bribe-takers, thieves, and rapists, please join me at my table! Help yourself to whatever God has provided!
— Fear God! Who are you to talk about Him? You are the Devil's advocate. Defender of rapists and thieves, you...
— Eat! Rest! Who hurt you, Olenka? — I decided to cool her ardor.
— The boss. The damn boss! Can you imagine, after lunch he informs me of his decision to send me on a business trip to St. Petersburg. Good thing I have my mom. She packed my things for the road, even baked this chicken.
And she placed the chicken on the table. I took the initiative. Unwrapped the foil, and our compartment filled with the delicious smell of freshly baked chicken.
— Chicken and women are taken with your hands! — I said, deftly carving the chicken and handing a piece of breast to my evening travel companion.
— To your mother's health! — she didn't even have time to react as I placed a shot of cognac in her hand. Refusing would have been stupid and too late, and she drank with me on autopilot, taking a bite of the caviar sandwich I obligingly offered.
— Phew! You're a real "serpent tempter"! — she exhaled. I generally don't approve of alcohol. And here you go! And how did you manage to persuade me? You're obviously an experienced seducer! Admit it honestly. You probably have many broken female hearts on your conscience. Do you know what our girls say about you?
— They shamelessly lie! Don't believe them. Has not been noticed in connections discrediting "him."
— Oh, come on, Stirlitz! Our girls call you the devil's advocate behind your back. And how do you manage to win seemingly hopeless cases?
— I'll reveal the secret if you promise we'll finish your mom's chicken together.
So, chatting idly, we finished the chicken and emptied the flask of cognac. Svetochka got a little tipsy, her cheeks flushed. Wiping her beautiful hands with paper napkins, I asked insinuatingly.
— So, what do your girls gossip about me?
— Oh, they secretly record you. Then play them back. For them, it's not just the speech of a defender in a rape or divorce case. For them, it's more like an erotic fairy tale. A beautiful love story.
— And? Does it arouse?
— That's an understatement. Very much so! And why are you going to St. Petersburg? Maybe for another case? Defending another rapist?
I realized the girl was "melting." Her eyes said she clearly wanted more than just to hear an erotic story, and remembering the upcoming case, I decided to demonstrate my oratory skills, to sketch out a draft, so to speak, to build the line of defense. And I began my narrative.
In an average family grew an angelic flower. Let's call her Olenka. Often, waking up, the girl saw that the sun was already high in the sky, that she was home alone, her parents at work. Stretching sweetly, she tried to remember the dream she had that night. She couldn't recall the details, but she distinctly remembered the dream was wonderful. Lately, such dreams visited her with enviable regularity. In them, she had sex, the dirtiest, most explicit, sometimes even perverted. And she liked it. Waking up, she would caress her pussy for a long time, bringing herself to orgasm. Several times, when her dreams took on the most realistic forms, she experienced the highest pleasure. It was so pleasant. In reality, at eighteen, she was a virgin. No, she wasn't ugly; on the contrary, she was very, very pretty. Tall, with a long neck, a slender waist, gorgeous high breasts of the third size, with a still youthful firm butt and hips that promised to become irresistibly beautiful with age, but even now they attracted lustful male gazes. This excited her. In short, men liked her, very much so.
Most of her girlfriends had long since lost their virginity and rapturously told of their sexual adventures. But for Sveta, it just hadn't worked out. There were boys, but they were still very young, and as she believed, lacked the necessary experience to beautifully and painlessly take her virginity. She felt that the man who should do this with her would be significantly older, more experienced, and more skilled in these matters. She had one in mind. Their neighbor Sergei Valentinovich. He lived alone, as her mother said, divorced from his bitch of a wife many years ago and now preferred a free flight, without serious commitments. Her mother condemned him for this behind his back, taught her daughter that family was above all, but the daughter noticed how her mother changed in his presence. She became younger, flirted, blushed, batted her eyelashes, tried to seem much weaker and dumber than she actually was. This angered Olenka. She was jealous, imagined him precisely in that important moment when she would be loved for the first time in her life. The man was about forty. Tall, slender, with excellently developed muscles. His temples were slightly touched by the first gray hairs, but it only made him more handsome. He was educated, well-read, could hold a conversation on any topic, and had an original opinion on any life subject. When her parents celebrated something, they invited him over; the girl watched him intently, admiring his every word, every gesture. She wanted him, and he excited her. She was ready to give herself to him, but he treated her like a child. Their communication boiled down to a conversation between an adult man and a child, and this irritated her greatly but simultaneously turned her on.
And then came the moment when our Olya finally decided to seduce and lose her virginity with his help. The plan of action matured quickly in her young, pretty head and, as it seemed to her, was flawless. From a conversation between her mother and father, she learned that the neighbor was planning to go to his dacha today; she could invite herself along, and there—it would all happen. How it would happen, Olya vaguely imagined. The main thing was to get to his dacha, and then the setting itself would suggest how to proceed. Everything would be fine; she was confident that nature had endowed her with feminine charms of seduction, and although she was still very young, she subconsciously felt how to arouse a man. After waking up, she didn't satisfy herself with masturbation as usual, although a pleasant excitement spread in her lower belly, and her clitoris demanded the attention of her skillful hands. Going to the shower, she washed for a long time under a lukewarm stream of water. Then she stood before a large mirror, carefully studying her young, naked body. It radiated youthful freshness, feminine beauty. Her skin was fresh, her carefully shaved crotch looked defenseless and enticing. Satisfied with her appearance, she put on a light tank top without a bra, which tightly hugged her perky breasts, highlighting her pointy nipples. She pulled on very short shorts, more like panties. After a quick breakfast, she went downstairs to the entrance, sat on a bench, and began to wait.
About five minutes later, he appeared. They greeted each other. Olya complained of boredom, invited herself to visit his dacha. He smiled, slightly squinted his kind and intelligent eyes, opened the front passenger door of the car. The happy beauty quickly settled into the seat. Engaged in unobtrusive conversation, they didn't notice how quickly they reached his dacha. It was a small two-story house in a pine forest. Cozy, clean, and well-kept. The host began to cook. When the meat was ready, Olya remarked that she was hot and asked if she could take a shower to cool off. He gestured toward the bathroom, continuing to prepare salads. Sveta secluded herself in the bathroom. Feeling the closeness of an adult man, her excitement grew. The desire for sex intensified. And it was impossible to stop. She quickly undressed, took a shower, dried off. Nudity excited her even more. Her hand slid to her crotch, her fingers found the pleasantly itching lips. Gently stroking them, she made a couple of circles over her clitoris. Her legs involuntarily clenched, tightly trapping her palm in her crotch. The girl was ready to continue but stopped. Without dressing, she wrapped her naked body in a towel, resolutely opened the door, and decisively stepped toward her fate.
— How intriguing! — my attentive listener said in a faltering voice. (we drank again, with a lemon slice) And I continued.
He only noticed her when she came very close to him. For a second, her appearance surprised him, but when he looked into her eyes, he understood everything. They burned with desire, unspent passion, her young body began to tremble, her lips slightly quivering. With a light movement, she dropped the towel and stood before him completely naked. And only her lips whispered that she had never known a man and very much wanted him to be her first chosen one. She couldn't contain her passion; desire had taken over her entire body, her thoughts. Stopping it was already impossible. She felt herself shaking, shaking either from fear or from an uncontrollable, all-consuming desire. Carefully taking his hand, she directed it to her lower belly. Male fingers gently stroked her firm, smooth pubis, began to slowly descend lower, to the cherished excited bud ready to open to the loving caresses of the fragrant flower. With his other hand, he gently squeezed her girlish firm breast, lightly touched her excited nipples. This touch made the girl shudder. A warm feeling of excitement rolled through her entire body in a powerful wave, from her chest downward, hitting her crotch with uncontrollable passion. The girl moaned. She felt how skillful, adept fingers pleasantly caressed her. Confidently stroking her labia, giving her immense pleasure. At that moment, the girl felt her knees might give way and she would collapse on the floor.
Afraid to scare away her happiness, with hurried movements she unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants, and touched his erect penis. When it was in her palm, she felt the mighty male strength emanating from the male organ, depriving her of reason, turning her entire body into one huge desire, making her an obedient, pliable woman. How needed, how pleasant this powerful source of male energy was to her! Her knees buckled, and she sank to the floor before him. Clenched in her palm, the erect penis was right before her face, before her lips. She desperately wanted to take it in her mouth. She had never done this before; she opened her mouth and immersed this beautiful and desired object of male sexuality into it. God, how marvelous it was! The large head filled all the space inside her mouth. Olya ran her tongue over it, lightly sucking, caressing it with her lips. This unknown, new, peculiar taste of masculinity stirred her confused thoughts. Grasping the firm shaft with her palm, squeezing it, she moved it from tip to base. Like an impatient young lioness, she couldn't tear her predatory gaze away from the exposed beautiful, powerful male penis, its opening pink head. Saliva flowed freely in her mouth. Reflexively swallowing it, her tongue involuntarily licked her plump, moist lips, reaching for it. With her other hand, from below, gently squeezing, she began to tenderly massage his testicles. The girl felt how, through her touch to the male member, her excitement was transmitted to her beloved man. The dacha owner's legs began to tremble occasionally, his hips involuntarily moved toward her open lips, and the object of male pride entered her mouth again. Now it was harder, stiffer, more majestic. It penetrated deeper, moving faster, more powerfully, more confidently. Driving it far inside, the owner of this monster groaned hoarsely, and sometimes she felt she was about to choke. Choke from passion, and this passion turned her on even more.
Scooping the girl into his arms, he carried her to the bedroom. Gently laying her on her back, spreading her slender girlish legs, enjoying the view, he began to undress slowly. Unable to contain her excitement, watching his athletic male body, the girl began to caress herself, squeezing her breast nipple, stroking her clitoris. Spreading her labia, somewhere deep in her subconscious flashed the thought that she was a little scared, that she was about to lose her innocence. But the passionate desire was so great that these fears instantly dissipated and disappeared. Nature took its course. And there he stood before her, beautiful, strong, and so desired. The girl's body, especially her pussy, ached from uncontrollable desire, it was wet between her legs. But he was in no hurry for some reason. With the gaze of a wild, excited male, he devoured her young, virginal, beautiful body.
Leaning over her, he began to kiss her young body, her thirsty lips, tender neck, firm nipples, stomach, the hollow of her navel, the inside of her thighs. Missing nothing, kissing every centimeter of her wonderful girlish body.
Quietly moaning, she surrendered to his enchanting caresses.
— How pleasant! More! Ah! — she whispers softly. What feelings, what desire you awaken in me. The best is yet to come! — she waits impatiently.
Finally, his caresses approached her pussy. There it was, the cherished girlish slit. The petals of her flower were tightly closed, dark and covered with moist lubrication. Above them, the pleasure bump. He tenderly circles her slit.
The girl moans, feeling his tongue penetrate her hot womb. The taste is exquisite.
He is experienced. His tongue, lips wander, caressing her girlish pussy, caressing her clitoris, kissing, and sucking on it. He revels in her juices.
She cries out, wriggles her bottom on the soaked sheet, and whispers something.
— You are mine! You are my first man! Take me! Take me now!
Her legs are spread wide, providing access to the untouched flower.
Finally, with a hoarse cry, the beauty's body convulsively jerked, and a powerful orgasm washed over her.
— A-a-a! — she screams. — What's happening to me?
But he doesn't stop his persistent, fiery caresses. And again, another orgasm shakes her body. Without stopping, he continues to lick and suck her clitoris.
— Stop! Have mercy! — she begs.
But he seems not to hear. Holding her firmly by her firm buttocks, he again licks her girlish charms with his tongue, making her body arch with lust and pleasure. Once more, his tongue licks her clitoris, his lips suck it. Then it moves over her perineum, descends to the ring of her anus.