A bit about what's been bothering me

In this story, I will tell you several stories that happened to me over a few years of my life.

But first, a little about myself.

I am now 23 years old. I study at one of Moscow's prestigious universities. My sex life began at 18, when I came to Moscow to apply for university and failed the entrance exams. I really didn't want to go back to the village, because the old women from the neighboring houses would have started telling me what a careless student I was.

Now I regret a lot, and perhaps I would have changed many things back then, but now it's too late to think about anything.

So, Story No. 1.

As I said,

I failed the entrance exams, and it was shameful to return to the village. I had to lie that I had been accepted, and even on a scholarship.

Accordingly, I had no money, no housing, and I was completely alone in Moscow. On the first day, I decided to spend the night at the train station, then go find a job somewhere.

On the way to the station, I bought a local newspaper with advertisements. And in it, I found a suitable one. A young girl was needed for childcare. I called the number provided, a man with a pleasant voice answered, we agreed to meet tomorrow, he gave me his address and said we would settle everything on the spot.

In the morning, I arrived at the given address. A luxurious mansion appeared before me, I rang the doorbell, and a man of pleasant appearance opened it. He introduced himself as Oleg. He looked about 25-27 years old. I was very surprised when there was no child in the house. Oleg understood what was going on and began his story. It turned out that he was the child, and I would have to take care of him. That is, be his whore, for which he would pay me well and I would live in his house. If I wanted to earn even more money, I would also have to take care of his friends. At first, I wanted to run out of that house without looking back, but I realized there was nowhere to run and I had no other choice but to stay and agree to this position. I stayed. For a month, I worked in the house, servicing my master and his friends. They abused me as much as they could, fucked me in all holes, came all over my body, after a month I quit and moved on.

This story I heard from the lips of my friend

You ask, when did I cheat on my young wife for the first time?

It was at our home. And it happened with her close friend. My wife was preparing materials for some exhibition, and she herself asked I., her friend, to feed me for a few days while she was away. I must give I. credit, she really did meet me when I returned from work, cooked for me, ironed my shirts, preparing everything for me in the morning, and then left. This situation amused both of us. But it also aroused me, and as it soon turned out – not just me.

When I came home on the third day, I. met me in the hallway. As for clothing, she was wearing only an apron, the one she cooked in at the stove. So we collided in the hallway – me, fully dressed, in a suit and coat, and she – a beautiful, dark-skinned body, loose hair, bare, sharply erect breasts, and an apron.

We looked into each other's eyes in silence for a while, no words were spoken, everything was clear anyway. And then we started kissing. I embraced her with one arm around her shoulders, and with the other lifted the apron and placed my palm right on her womb. And I squeezed lightly, feeling her whole body shudder and respond. So we stood for a while, embracing, and at first kissing frantically. Then both of us, with trembling hands, unbuttoned all the buttons on me, the belt, stripping off all my clothes.

And right there, in the semi-darkness of the hallway, when our bodies were completely naked, she turned her back to me, bent over, leaning her palms against the wall. And I entered her from behind, without any preparation, though, in fact, neither of us needed it.

I. only moaned in rhythm with my movements, and I bent over, kissing her back, holding her from below, touching her breasts and hips with my hands, and forcefully entering deeper and harder, pulling her towards me more and more strongly.

I was already starting to feel it coming, I simply couldn't endure such a mixture of excitement and eroticism for long. But I. couldn't hold out first – with a drawn-out moan, she began to slide down the wall to the floor, kneeling on both knees, bending over and resting her forehead against the wall. I moved after her, descending lower and lower, and not stopping my movements. And when her vagina was the first to begin convulsively squeezing, as if meeting me – I couldn't hold out either. I barely managed to pull out my cock and started coming profusely right onto her thighs, onto her back. But, judging by how her body shook at that moment, she didn't even seem to notice it...

P.S. My wife later questioned me for a long time about why the new wallpaper in the hallway was torn in several places. I had to lie to her that I was taking the TV for repair, and it awkwardly caught on the wall like that.

She believed it...