An Unusual Business Trip, or The Beginning of Gulliver's Adventures

Part One.

I want to tell a few stories from my life that happened to me in the nineties. Of everything said, 60% is true, and all the rest is for the sake of connecting words. And so, the first story happened to me in a small settlement N, in the Arkhangelsk region. I went there on a business trip and was staying in a two-story hotel. And so one evening, I'm going up to my room and pass by the open door of the neighboring room. And then it hit me like an electric shock, I look and can't believe my eyes. On the bed, with her back to me, a gorgeous girl is sleeping. The room was dim, as a candle was burning down on the bedside table. I looked closer, and

immediately, blood "rushed" in two directions, one part hit my head, and the other went straight to my cock. Probably the bigger part went to the cock, because from the excitement, it along with my pants immediately started creeping upward. Then, with my hand, as if shifting gears in a car, I directed my young man into a vertical position so it would be easier for him to jump out of the fly. I came closer and saw such a picture.

A discarded blanket was lying on the floor, on top of it were white lacy panties with a large wet spot in the middle and a bra. I looked at this wet spot like a boa constrictor at a rabbit; these beautiful panties seemed to be telling me, take them in your hands, take a deep breath, and then you will feel and appreciate the incomparable aroma of their owner. I, very carefully, as if it were the most precious gift, took these divine panties in my hands and brought them to my face. The aroma I inhaled instantly fogged my head; I immediately entered a "cosmic" state, that's when the head is separate, and everything else is instinct. I pressed my lips to this spot and tasted it with my tongue. Oh!!! It was so divine and unique. I felt such a subtle and unique, and at the same time, slightly tart smell and taste, and it brought me into indescribable excitement. I was immediately thrown into a fever, then a chill broke through, and right away a fine trembling appeared; in general, the full set when "the roof goes off." It seemed to me that I had entered a fairy tale; my excited state said that such a chance comes once in a lifetime, and to pass it by, you have to be a complete and... well, in general, you understood me correctly. I am no longer able to describe the subsequent sensations. It's that fairy-tale and sweet song that can be sung for days on end. Meanwhile, a beautiful girl was lying on the bed, sleeping soundly. She was wearing a short, translucent nightgown, but that was only the beginning. The straps of the nightgown were slipped down to her stomach, and then I saw a beautiful breast with a dark brown areola around the nipple, slightly covered by luxurious chestnut hair. I looked lower and was stunned. Her nightgown was pulled up above her butt. I took another step and "freaked out." From the other side, a boy's body was pressed against her (that's how I perceived it at first, but it later turned out it was a midget and he was 26 years old), and in his sleep, he was sucking her breast with smacking sounds.

I don't remember how long I stood like that, but my gaze dropped even lower, and then I clearly saw that the midget was completely naked. His limp cock, no bigger than my little finger, was clamped in this girl's hand. Oh, I almost forgot, the bare butt of this beautiful girl was so appetizing that my hands involuntarily dropped onto her beautiful hemispheres. I began to stroke them lightly, checking the girl's reaction, but she was sleeping like "a log"; I understood this when the "persistent smell of alcohol" reached me. And then my cock made itself known for the second time; it tensed up so much that the head of the cock almost jumped out of my trousers on its own. Then I quickly unbuttoned my fly and freed my "stallion"; it stood like a rearing horse, ready to rush into battle at any second. Its head had enlarged so much that it seemed like one more minute and a stream would spurt out like from a fire hose. What incredible effort it took for me to hold back, looking at this appetizing girl in such an erotic pose. I was even surprised by my own restraint as I stroked such an appetizing butt. And she mumbled something in her sleep and threw her beautiful leg over this midget, and he didn't even stir. From such an erotic picture, my "roof" finally went off. When she threw her leg over the midget, her pose, with its entire appearance, as if by hypnosis, drew me in. To get a better look, I got down on my knees, and before my eyes, her beautiful little rose appeared in all its glory. I would even say it was an unopened bud that was exuding such fragrant juices that would drive anyone crazy in three seconds. And her thick curly hairs, which framed the little girl, looked mesmerizing in the semi-darkness and seemed to have frozen wax droplets on them, which then slowly slid down. I, very carefully, with my finger, touched her secretions on the little rose and began, with circular movements, very gently, to smear them all over the bud. From such a sight, my "roof" went off even more, and I, beside myself, pressed my lips to this charming bud.

The surrounding world no longer existed for me — this sweet little girl had clouded my mind. With my tongue, I reached the little bump, and there, under my tongue, it began to swell and grow. First, it became firm and took the shape of a "cherry," then it began to stretch out and take the shape of a little pepper. I was stunned by such a sweet little pepper. In her sleep, the girl apparently got her dose of pleasure. She stretched and pulled her leg even closer to her stomach, turned slightly away, and completely covered the midget. Her pose was clearly inviting me to action. But I couldn't tear myself away from such a sweet lollipop. I sucked it into my mouth, I sucked on it, my tongue performed miracles; now it licked every petal of the bud, now it curled into a tube and penetrated the little hole — and then I lustfully fucked her with my tongue. A light moan was heard, and I froze so as not to wake this lovely creature. A minute later, smacking sounds were heard again — it was the midget, in his sleep, sucking her breast. I carefully got up on my knees, brought the head of my cock to the juice-exuding bud, and began carefully inserting it inside. First, I lightly pressed the bud with the head; it gave way slightly and the head sank in, then I slowly inserted it to its full length. And then behind my back, I heard a quiet childlike whisper. I turned sharply and was stunned with horror; two girls were filming me with a camera. Only later did I find out that they were also midgets, one 23 years old, the other 25. In the first minutes, I was seized by panic fear; a thought immediately ran through my head — such an adventure won't end well; not only is the girl sleeping with a "child," but these two "girls" have also filmed me on video. I think, I'm in deep trouble, up to my neck. I sharply pulled out my cock and just froze like that. And it stood mighty and unwavering, and as a sign of longing, from that mysterious little hole on the head of the cock, a matte and viscous drop of semen began to appear; it kept growing and growing, then as if rolled over and began slowly flowing down the head to the very root. They watched this miracle with bated breath. And then one of the girls, the one without the camera, quickly jumped up to me. She grabbed my cock, which was still glistening from the secretions, with her small hand and pulled the skin down.

When her hand pressed against my balls, the cock swelled so much that it became like a torch in her hand or a microphone in a singer's hand. In her delight, she hurried to take it in her mouth, but that's putting it mildly, to take it in her mouth. She impaled her head on it; at first, it didn't want to slip through, but probably the lubrication did its job, and with a smacking sound, it didn't just enter — it flew in until it hit her throat. She coughed and let a little out of her mouth. Meanwhile, the second one continued filming everything with the camera, then comes up to me and says in a not very childlike voice.

— Well, guy, you really are in deep trouble.

— Come with us for a talk. Let's not disturb our artistic director; she had a hard day today — her birthday.

P.S. If you liked it, write, and you will read the continuation in the next part.

Respectfully, viktоrklаssikоv@yаndеx.ru