Panties for Alena
Alena loved to take a long time getting dressed. As if searching for a lost item, she walked around the apartment in her stockings, bra, and panties, feeling her husband's burning gaze on her back. Dima usually sat on the sofa, legs crossed, trying his best to show with his whole demeanor that he was terribly bored with this "one-person theater." But he wasn't very good at it. His wife's firm buttocks, quivering as she walked, seemed to beckon him to press his cheek against them. Her hips were moderately wide, her waist narrow, and her breasts, despite five years of marriage and a second child, remained girlishly high and firm.
— Alena, if you "hurry up," we'll definitely be late. — The persistent erection
made it very difficult to speak in a deliberately indifferent or even displeased tone.— I just can't find the blue slip, — Alena called from the room.
— Wear another one... does it really matter?
— Of course it does? — Alena appeared in the doorway. Not finding the blue one, she had put on a pink slip and now, lightly thrusting her hip forward, she seemed to be giving her husband a chance to admire her shapely figure.
The banquet was being thrown by Alexey. He was a striking man around 40. He had appeared in town recently and immediately became one of the crowd in those circles that preferred to play hardball. First, there was just one commercial store, then there were two, and soon Alexey, combining his capital with another businessman's money, took over practically the entire retail network in the city. There was, however, another sphere of activity in which Alexey succeeded, but people preferred to keep quiet about that.
Alena worked as a saleswoman in one of Alexey's stores. When Dima lost his job, she got him a position there too—as a dispatcher.
— Oh, what guests!
— Standing at the doors to the large hall of the "Frost" restaurant, the guest of honor himself smiled a lifeless smile. Unlike many "big shots," Alexey didn't flaunt his money and status and could easily "knock back" some vodka with the loaders and pay a compliment to the plainest of the salesgirls. Come in, come in! Dmitry, how are things? Excellent! Alena, don't forget, the first dance is mine. — Alena smiled sweetly and felt a pleasant excitement wash over her. "What a man! With him, I... might allow myself everything... or practically everything. At the last moment, of course, I would... refuse, but he, as a true gentleman, wouldn't insist or take offense. Not like this one! — And she threw a displeased glance at Dima.
Then there were toasts, congratulations, and Alena waited impatiently for the music to finally start, and she... Oh, how nice! What a delight—to be the center of attention, to catch the admiring glances of men and the envious ones of women! Hurry up! And then... the music started.
,… — So, as I promised, Alena, I am at your feet. Do you allow it, Dima? — He extended his hand to Alena, and she, blushing all over with embarrassment like a girl, jumped up from her chair.
— Thank you, you are so kind! — For a moment, Alexey's face changed; something like contempt flashed in his cold, empty eyes, which was immediately replaced by a routine polite smile. And taking the laughing Alena by the arm, he led her to the center of the hall.
— God, if you only knew how boring this is! How gladly I would run away from here!
— Oh, come now, Alexey, it's so fun here, everyone knows you, respects you...
— Stop it, Alena, they respect my money! But I so wish that... at least some of them could see my soul... — Alena's heart ached. She wanted to press herself against this strong body right here, right now, and warm it with her affection.
— You know, Alena, why don't we run away from here?
— Run away... how, where? — Alena was a little embarrassed.
— Just run away, that's all! My car is at the door, with a driver at the wheel. We'll go out of town, to the river... I'll show you amazingly beautiful places. One word from you and... — Alena felt dizzy.
— But what about... Dima? — she forced out.
— Oh, don't worry, he won't be bored, — Alexey smirked. Alena looked over his shoulder and saw a buxom beauty at the table next to Dima.
They were chatting animatedly about something. Alena was too excited to be offended by her husband. "I'll go," — she suddenly decided, — I'll go even if I have to... Although, the driver will be there! Alexey is unlikely to allow himself anything in his presence..." And raising her sparkling eyes to Alexey, she whispered. — I agree... When Alexey kissed her, kissed her tenderly, without roughness or lust, Alena suddenly felt that she was madly in love with this man. Everything that had been before—admirers, suitors, children, husband—all disappeared somewhere, and only the flashing streetlights passing by, the strong arms embracing her, and the dry, hot lips remained. Sobbing quietly, she wrapped her arms around Alexey's neck.
— Alyosha, Alyoshenka, — she whispered soundlessly, pressing herself tighter and tighter against him. His broad palm gently rested on her knee. Alena shuddered. "Let him. I love him, and he... surely loves me too! — The palm, rustling against the silk, crept upward. Alena felt her breath catch. Being rather indifferent to the sensual side of lovemaking, she suddenly felt an extraordinarily strong desire. And the palm was already creeping under her skirt, fingers feeling the edge of her stocking, the lace elastic of her garter belt. "How tender he is, how affectionate!" Alena already wanted to spread her legs, letting his hand reach her moistened panties, but a sudden thought stopped her. "No need to rush. He'll think I'm some kind of... slut." But the hand persistently strove for the forbidden place, tightly squeezed by Alena's hot thighs.
— Alenka, my wonder... — sounded an excited whisper near her ear.
When the last spasm released her body and her head cleared a little, Alena felt unbearably ashamed. "Like a real slut!" She tried to pull down her skirt and sit up higher, but Alexey's strong hands wouldn't let her.
— Alena, having said 'a,' you must say 'b.' And besides, aren't you feeling good with me?
Alena grabbed his hand, as if afraid he would leave now, and shook her head.
— No, no... I feel very good! But... I'm a little ashamed, the driver is here.
— Don't be afraid, darling! He's a tomb! I trust him... And now, take off your panties.
Feeling her cheeks flush with heat, Alena pulled off her panties, trying to discreetly wipe her indecently wet slit, and stuffed them into her purse. While she was doing this, Alexey quickly unzipped his trousers and released his pedigreed beauty.
— In your mouth... suck... — And a strong hand returned her head to its previous place. Not immediately catching the twitching cock with her mouth, Alena smeared semen on her cheek. But then the huge tip entered between her lips again, and the remaining semen sprayed into her mouth.
— Suck it all out... every drop...
— Alena felt horror enveloping her. She couldn't even imagine that one could do this... in the mouth. And especially,... finish there! And he! "Maybe I'm just a fool, and all women do this?" — she thought, sucking the remaining semen from the deflating cock.
— Misha, over there past the grove, turn right, and stop by the river! — Alena shuddered as if struck. She's curled up sucking his cock, and he's giving instructions to the driver! He... just spits on her! This is too much! Alena straightened up proudly. Quickly wiping the semen from her cheek, she looked into Alexey's eyes. He smiled faintly.
What, is this your first time taking it in your mouth? You weren't very confident! But it's okay, you're a capable student, so you'll get the hang of it quickly
— Stop the car! — Alena said dryly.
— Stop the car? — Alexey smiled good-naturedly. — Of course.
Only we've already clocked about 60 kilometers from the city. And times are what they are, you know! Right, Misha? — The driver laughed without turning around. Alena felt terrified.
— Take me back. Please! I beg you.
— Why? You wanted so much to come with me. And don't be afraid. — Noticing the fear in her eyes, Alexey lightly patted her cheek. — We're not some villains! Right, Misha? — And both laughed.
Misha's cock was short but threateningly thick... when he got out of the car, leaned against the fender, and pulled out his stub. Alena decided... "No! Let them kill me instead!" but a couple of slaps quickly brought her to her senses. Obediently dropping to her knees, she began to suck. But the worst thing was that Alexey stood nearby and, giving Mikhail advice, occasionally ran his erect cock over her face and hair.
— Shove it down her throat... that's it, do a good deed, teach her how to suck properly. Turns out, it's her first time taking it in her mouth! What a laugh! And how does her husband put up with such a fool... — Mikhail grimaced and laughed hoarsely.
— That's it, deeper... deeper, I said, bitch — he suddenly shouted. Alena fearfully jerked her head. Experiencing such humiliation for the first time, she simply lost the ability to think. And then Alexey, squatting down and slipping his hand under her skirt, started rubbing her slit again. Ooh, she's wet again, — he reported to Mikhail, feeling Alena's wet, drooping lips. — Come on, quickly, dump it in her mouth, and let's try her "bush." — "Try, meaning together again." Alena tried to feel scared, but couldn't. A strange indifference enveloped her. An indifference through which, subtly but persistently, desire seeped. Mikhail came for a long time and abundantly. Alena thought she would vomit from so much semen pouring into her mouth, but nothing... She swallowed. After that, Mikhail wiped his cock on her face and, stepping aside, started to pee. Alena, spat on and trampled into the dirt, rose from her knees and looked at Alexey. He smiled.
— Good girl! A bonus at the end of the quarter is guaranteed for you! And now, get on all fours... or no! Just lie on your stomach on the hood and spread your legs... Alena's eyes darted around. — I... um... I need to... go...
— What?
— Well, I need to use the toilet.
— Ah! Well then, squat! Please.
— How, right here, in front of you? — Alena swayed.
— Of course! What, you think I haven't seen women pee! Come on, squat faster, and let's "get going." My stallion has been standing idle!
"So that's how... right away... face in the dirt!" And no longer feeling either shame or pain, she lifted her skirt, spread her legs, and squatted. "Here, look, bastards!" As if mocking herself, and at the same time her tormentors, she leaned back, thrust out her slit, strained, and let out a stream...
When Alena saw that she had splashed Alexey's trousers, she was frightened, but he only burst out laughing.
— I told you, — deep down you're a terrible pervert, he said, helping her up. — You just need to gain a little experience and everything will be okay. — Saying this, he laid Alena on the hood and, confidently spreading her thighs, inserted his cock into her wet, sloshing vagina. "Oh, good!" As if surprised that she could still feel good, Alena began to listen to her sensations. The cock entered her tightly, and the faster Alexey did it, the more pleasant it was for Alena. Alexey held her by the waist and sometimes slapped her protruding buttocks loudly. But that was nothing. The main thing was that Alena felt insanely good!
Had she been smarter, she would have guessed that today she got what she so lacked in her measured, mundane life. Two guys, insolently dumping in her mouth, wiping their feet on her, watching her pee, and she liked it! No, not liked it! Insanely good! Already no longer embarrassed by anything, Alena moaned at the top of her voice and, groaning, begged Alexey to fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!
A stream of semen filled her vagina. Alexey groaned stifledly and pinched her buttock. Alena squealed and... came herself. She was still trembling in orgasm when Alexey took her by the hair, turned her face to him, and made her lick his cock. After that, he laid her on the hood again. Alena lay there, feeling the cool breeze pleasantly chilling her ravaged vagina. "Now Mikhail will come over... and I'll feel good again!"
Mikhail's thick cock dipped into Alena's worked-over slit, jerked a couple of times, and... pulled back out. Alena moaned discontentedly and reached for it. Alexey's mocking laughter sounded nearby.
— Look at that, the bitch got into it. Can't tear her away! — Mikhail said something in reply, but Alena no longer heard it. Everything around began to ring, groan, and fall apart into a thousand pieces. Tearing her narrow hole, Mikhail's massive cock deeply entered her anus. It entered quickly, roughly, as if driving a cork into a bottle. Alena's body was being torn apart. Beating her hands on the hood, she squealed.
— Not there... it hur-ts! — But ignoring her screams, Mikhail confidently pumped her anus. Alena tried to break free, but soon her strength left her... she went limp, only shuddering from Mikhail's energetic thrusts. Fluid flowed from her gaping slit, her mouth opened, her eyes rolled back... she didn't even feel when Mikhail came and Alexey took his place. After Mikhail's huge stub, taking Alexey's cock in her anus was even pleasant. Then she sucked them off again. Then they laughed at her for a long time, and she looked at herself uncomprehendingly. It turned out that semen was leaking from her anus when she walked. Then there was something else, which Alena couldn't bear to remember. It was terrifying and disgusting... She