A bottle of champagne for the queen
My mood was lousy—I had argued with a classmate. Then my friend Katya called and suggested going to drink free champagne with two of her acquaintances. Such an offer from Katya inherently implied wild, no-strings-attached sex. And I decided to go, even though Katya's escapades always made me uneasy. In her eyes, I was a prude, a girl of puritanical upbringing. But today my mood was just too foul. I quickly threw on my favorite short black dress, which accentuated my narrow waist, C-cup breasts, and wide hips with a firm ass, and of course high-heeled boots. A deliberately provocative
makeup.There were two guys—ordinary fellows—neither handsome nor ugly. My friend and I drank champagne, while they were already eager to stick their dicks in us, but I started playing hard to get—their desires were just too primitive. And I'm not like that, I'm just waiting for the tram here... Sensing trouble, the guys started pressuring. A minor quarrel. And then one of them leads Katya into the next room. Misha and I are left alone. Hearing the loud moans and sofa creaking from the next room, we quietly chuckle, perfectly aware that no matter how much we bicker and I act up, I'll end up lying under this guy and getting fucked by him like the cheapest slut. The champagne went to my head...
After fucking to their heart's content, my friend and the guy come out. And without a word, we take over their "shift." After a bottle of champagne in one go, I desperately wanted sex. No foreplay, and certainly no romance or kisses. I quickly and businesslike pulled off my dress and tights, and lay on the sofa, thrusting out my chest and glancing invitingly at the barely-known guy who, when sober, annoyed me. Misha pulled down his pants. His cock had obviously been hard for a while. The only thing on his mind was what my breasts tasted like. C-cup, you know, with expressive, tender nipples and large areolas of a soft cream color. And now my nipple is in Misha's mouth, while I, spreading my legs, wrap my arms around his hips. A couple of sucks, and then he licks the other nipple with his tongue—I'm on edge. One of his hands kneads my ass, the other—squeezes my breast. My only desire—for him to shove his cock into me. Shove it hard, deep, and start fucking me roughly. Which he does. A couple of thrusts—his cock searches for the entrance, and now my slit opens under his pressure. No one had been there for a while—I rarely let anyone close. And now his cock is inside me… AAAAhhh, faster, harder—a bottle of champagne and the situation itself could arouse me like this—the unattainable queen giving herself to some loser, and even yelling for him to fuck her harder!
But it's awkward for Misha to lie on top of me and make sharp movements. He kneels between my legs and starts sharply pulling me onto his cock! One, two, three, five… I'm being fucked by a barely-known guy who had pissed me off earlier! To him, I'm—a drunk slut, just a piece of ass, who when sober acted like a prude, but now businesslike spreads her legs and moans with pleasure, begging to be fucked properly! From excitement, I thrust up to meet him more vigorously. For an overexcited, and quite pissed-off guy, he didn't come that quickly. Cum shot onto my stomach, and I happily smeared it over my chest and tummy. Katya knocks on the door—"Hurry up, Nadya, I'm calling a taxi!" I ignore her.
Misha lies down next to me, but I want more. A couple of embraces, and I suggest taking me doggy-style, after first fucking me between my amazing tits. The guy immediately agrees—he didn't even need a blowjob. And now I arch my back invitingly, he places his cock between my breasts and starts rubbing. I squeeze my tits together, and he pushes his cock harder between them. And then he kisses me—this disgusting guy, from whom I only wanted sex, dared to put not only his cock but also his tongue inside me! I greedily return the kiss—yes, me, the Snow Queen, living by the principle "I'll give it, but not to you," am lying under a stranger, drunk, aroused, getting fucked between my tits, and in a moment—they'll be pounding my pussy! I quickly turn onto my stomach and get on all fours, arching my ass toward his cock. Misha businesslike spreads my labia and simply shoves his piston into my aroused pussy… Quickly, precisely, holding onto my hip with one hand and groping my breast with the other, he fucks me from behind. Outside the door, Katya yells at me—the taxi is already waiting…
"Come on my chest," I beg. Okay, —he agrees and, sharply pulling his piston out of me, tells me to lie on my back. I obediently turn over and arch, wanting to get another load of cum on my nipples. And now Misha comes on me, shouting with satisfaction. Some of the semen lands on my cheek, a bit on my neck. Inhaling this pungent smell, I smear the cum over my body…
Quickly getting dressed—I'm good at that, even though the alcohol is still strongly affecting me—I rush out of the room. Katya's partner looks at me with obvious regret—of course, convincing me for a group session at that moment would have been a piece of cake. Misha heads to the bathroom, looking at me in surprise: "Aren't you going to wash my cum off? You'll just walk around like that?" "Yes, I like your smell," —I reply. And then Katya's partner hugs me and, gently pressing me to him, kisses me on the lips. "We'll try it with you, right?… —he asks insinuatingly. —How do you feel about anal sex? You have a gorgeous ass…"
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