Felista

 — 1 — Spiridon Martynych Ktorov

Was the director of the office

Glavzagotsnabsbytzerno —

He became one not long ago.

Not tall, middle-aged,

Large forehead, handsome brunet.

Forever shaved and pressed,

And in the shoulders — a broad span.

His working office

Was furnished quite neatly:

Chairs, a rather modest desk,

A bookcase, a huge sofa.

A leather door, locks upon it,

On the window, heavy curtains.

A substantial writing set

And a siphon with cold water.

And in the reception — a secretary,

Aged 18 or older…

A month — two they would try

And resign with honor.

A day at most would pass,

A new angel would come.

So it was this time too,

About which my story is…

* * *

He returned from vacation himself,

Entered the door and smiled:

A wondrous maiden sits,

Staring straight at him.

A direct, open, pure gaze.

"What's your name?" — "Felista.

Tamara has a sick note,

Today is my first day."

"So, excellent!" Spiridon,

Stood and bowed to her.

"Spiridon Martynych Ktorov —

I am the director of that office.

Also my first day at work.

Well. Come see me later.

I'll bring you up to speed on all matters."

Ktorov looked again,

Smiled, bowed

And retired to his den.

And Felista blushed all over —

She wanted to go to him right now.

So that a precise order would be given,

So that later, not now.

Here I'll interrupt the thread of the story,

Because, I must immediately

Tell about Felista

And describe her to you.

Tall, with a pleasant look,

With a very large round ass,

With a head — not without ideas,

With a fifth-size bust.

With a narrow waist at that,

With a lush, tender, scarlet mouth.

Hair — the color of an orange,

Down to the nipples — quite long.

A languid and melodious voice.

An utterly fuckable gaze.

Here I must note,

That she fucked excellently.

Knew a hundred different positions,

Adored panther-style.

Gave sweet blowjobs.

Learned everything by age 18.

In those years from the neighboring dacha

Helped solve problems

For her one artilleryman —

In fucking, uncle was not clean.

He would take out his dick quietly,

Make her stroke it gently.

He sat, solving problems,

Explaining what, where meant what.

It was not clear,

But thrillingly pleasant:

Both the firm dick in hand,

And the palm in milk.

Arithmetic would end,

The dress would come off the girl.

And a large, flexible tongue

Would go into Felista's pussy.

At first it was painful,

Her mouth whispered: "Please! Enough!"

But then it became familiar.

Soon the hymen was gone.

And in place of the tongue —

His hand inserted the dick.

And about a year later

She learned to take dick in her mouth.

Months rushed by in a heap.

Breasts and ass swelled.

Over the pussy, thickets fluffed.

Experience in fucking was gained.

And by sixteen years

She surpassed all ladies.

Could fuck for days on end.

Wriggle, crawl, writhe.

Chapayev-style and doggy-style, standing,

Lying, in the mouth and in the ass.

With four, with five, with a platoon.

The girl had a motor.

And now she sat,

Calmly looking at the clock.

And in her pussy a storm was brewing,

A storm! Soon a storm will break!

For Tamara had told her:

"Spiridon — is a dashing inserter."

Her heart beat sweetly-sweetly

And squeaked somewhere in her womb.

Hands stroked her pubis.

Well, ring, quickly, ring.

And the bell with pleasant caress

Rang, as if in a fairy tale.

Choked, overflowed.

But time must not be wasted.

The trill of the bell is heard nowhere.

Something twitched in her pussy.

And Felista, aflame,

Rushed headlong to the door.

Burst in. Closed the curtains.

Turned all the locks.

Greedily glanced at the sofa.

Sharply yanked the zipper.

And in an instant she was

In what her mother bore her.

Spiridon jumped up like a bull

And dashed to Felista,

Briskly pulling out his member,

Which ended at his knees.

And then he just as quickly

Knocked Felista onto the carpet.

And so she would know who he was

He went into her pussy with his hand.

But Felista remained silent —

She liked the beginning.

Smiled somewhat sparingly

And grabbed the cockhead with her mouth.

Began to suck in that member,

Which ended at his knees.

Now half the end disappeared,

Now both balls went in too.

And the cockhead somewhere for her

Tickled between her breasts.

Spiridon shouted: "Ah, sweetly!"

And squeezed her womb with his hand.

The color of white glass

Semen flowed onto the carpet.

And her eyes burned,

The dick was breaking something in her body.

Her pussy squeezed his hand,

So, that it almost broke it.

They quieted down, rolled apart.

Rested, clashed again.

Now Felista got on all fours.

He inserted his dick into her ass.

And her pussy with both hands

He began to pound with his fists.

And she for his balls — grab

And wishes to tear them off.

Again rest, again a flare-up.

He already has shortness of breath.

And she fucks him,

And bites, and scratches.

And squeals, and has fun,

And sits on his mouth with her pussy.

He inserts his tongue into her,

Which is so mighty and great,

And repeats: "I'll die here."

And the clock strikes twelve.

Blood and semen — all mixed,

And Felista went mad.

Managed in the end

To tear off one ball.

And then with a foolish smile

Chew off a piece of cockhead.

He yells: "I'm finishing, baby!"

And she gives him a handjob,

To make the dick stand.

And fuck, fuck, fuck…

In the morning, his cooled corpse

I examined, as the arriving

Criminalist from Moscow.

So the journalist finished his story

Very sad, and added:

"By the way, an investigator was with us,

Very young and very cute."

He turned pale, turned red.

Did not look at the girl.

So, not looking, he bent to her,

Apologized beforehand.

And from her mouth extracted

A piece of dick — chewed.

And uttered one question:

"They fucked him to death. For what, sir?"

And Felista answered:

"This one was — an artilleryman.

Lived at the dacha next to us

And knew how to solve problems." — 2 —

Time passed, about five years went by.

My fellow traveler to me again,

Somehow met near Sochi.

We were very glad of our meeting

And all night — drank, casting aside all cares.

And when the pale full

Moon rose over the earth,

Stars froze in the sky. He asked:

"You haven't forgotten my story,

When Felista fucked the artilleryman to death?"

Instantly fatigue left me,

I asked: "And what became of her?"

"So you remember, I see,

Well, do you want me to tell you!"

Holding my breath

I instantly became attentive,

And drowsiness fell away at once

In anticipation of the story.

And his second story

I will now relate…

* * *

If you remember, there was

An investigator — young and cute.

He took her statement there

And then took her to Moscow.

Handed her over to "Butyrka" with a receipt

And began to write a report

About his business trip

In the office on Petrovka.

Only he kept losing the thread,

Now breasts would float before his eyes,

Now the large buttocks

Of the arrested girl.

Now huge nipples.

The report came to a dead stop.

His dick trembled, hindering thought,

And doubts gnawed at him.

Had he done everything for the report,

Was there no mistake in the questioning,

And am I holding onto that thread.

Need to re-question.

So deciding, he grabbed the report

And rolled to "Butyrka".

And Felista as if knew,

Silently rose from the stool.

Also silently approached

And burned him with her breath.

"I beg you, help me.

I'll give everything, if

you want.

Just save me from prison.

I've been afraid of darkness since childhood.

I was frightened by creaks, knocks",

And her hand crept over his trousers.

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