Every grown woman has a story to tell…

All adult women have something to tell...

Good afternoon!

My name is Svetlana, I decided to write my first story.

I am 37 years old. I am a tall blonde (dyed) with massive wide hips, large buttocks, and full, firm breasts. Slim, with a flat tummy, beautiful legs. In my youth, I did figure skating and ran sprint distances.

I divorced my husband because of his drinking.

I have a daughter, Oksana—18 years old, and a son, Dima—20 years old.

One time after work, I accidentally met my ex-husband's friend, Pasha. We talked about this and that. Pavel said he was going to his friends' place for a party,

and asked if I wanted to keep him company. I refused, saying it was after work and the kids were waiting at home. Pasha insisted, saying that kids are good, but sometimes you need to think about yourself too, come on, take a break from home, we'll have fun. I thought I was dressed too formally, but Pavel persuaded me so much that I agreed... if only I had known what kind of rest that would be and how I would

have fun there. Pavel took me by the arm; in his other hand, he had a large bag of alcohol. As we walked, he kept giving me compliments. In the apartment, there were four men waiting for Pavel.

"Hi! Look who I brought."

"Pasha, I'm going to go." I wanted to leave, but I thought I would look too silly.

"Come on, Svetik, don't be shy, everyone here is a friend."

I looked at the men again; they were dressed decently, and I stayed. We got acquainted. The men were already a bit tipsy. There was a richly set table with snacks, and they kept pouring drinks for me. I decided to be polite, have a couple of shots, and leave. I was wearing a knee-length skirt, a jacket, and black tights; I had nothing on under the jacket. I saw how the men cast greedy glances at my chest, and it flattered me a little. Sometimes, three of them would go to the kitchen to smoke. I was already

about to leave when they finally decided to get what they had brought me for.

The men had been lightly hugging me all evening, but now I clearly felt them groping me. One of them said:

"Damn, Pashka, you brought a hot chick. Don't even need to call hookers."

They laughed.

"Boys, what are you..."

I tried to get up... But they held me down on the sofa. Pasha came over: "Come on, Svetik, you know why you came yourself, let's do this nicely... we're going to fuck you anyway."

I realized that resisting was useless. I don't remember the rest well; I remember they quickly undressed me. First, they made me suck their cocks, then they fucked me one by one... they lubricated my ass and fucked me anally. Then three of them at the same time. From how coordinated they were, thrusting their cocks into me, I understood I wasn't the first one for them.

On Sunday evening, they drove me home. Dimka was sitting at the computer; he didn't even turn his head from the monitor. Oksana wasn't home. I quickly went to the bathroom and took a long shower; my whole body was covered in bruises and marks, my chest was covered in hickeys. I tried to remember the names of the first four men but couldn't, and I didn't even remember what they looked like; all I could see before my eyes were cocks with hairy scrotums. They didn't use condoms, and that worried me too... It was too late to call work and say I wouldn't come, and what would I do at home all day anyway, so on Monday, I went to work.

I work as an ordinary accountant. I had only been at this company for a year.

The director was a young guy, about 27 years old. During the interview, I immediately didn't like his lustful gaze. But after the divorce, I needed money... in short, for a fairly decent sum for me, he fucks me. Usually in the ass.

Our team is large; I managed to meet everyone, but there was never any talk that he fucks anyone else, and I didn't tell anyone about myself either, because I didn't want to lose such a good position. Sergei Gennadievich—that's my director's name—warned me right away that if I started blabbing, I'd be out immediately. I was sitting at my desk when the phone rang, and Sergei Gennadievich asked me to come to his office. I went. In his office, I habitually took him in my mouth, sucking for a long time. After the weekend, I felt nauseous just at the sight of a cock, and I tried to make him cum as quickly as possible. "Come on, get up, I want you in the ass."

I got on all fours; he pulled up my skirt and pulled my tights and panties down to my hips. Impatiently lubricating my anus, he entered my ass. He always got so excited that he even trembled and looked like an inexperienced youth having sex for the first time. When he fucked me, he liked to talk to me. Usually, I didn't answer, just agreed, but I knew it made him cum faster. This time too, he kneaded my hips and said how much he liked fucking my ass. "Sveta, you have such a big ass, you know how nice it is to slide between your fat buttocks." "Yes, Sergei Gennadievich, fuck my ass." "Damn, you're a grown woman, and I'm fucking you like the cheapest whore; it feels so good to feel your ass massaging my dick." "Yes, Sergei Gennadievich, I could be your mother, and you won't take your cock out of my ass." "You have kids, and I'm fucking you in the ass, and now I'm going to pump your intestines full of cum." "Today, I'll be checking my son's homework and feeling your cum in my ass."

"Sveta... ahhh, damn, I'm cumming...", he groaned and dug his nails into my hips; I felt his cum filling my rectum. "You're a real fucking slut." Fastening his pants, he said: "Yeah... see, I've stretched your asshole out; the hole doesn't even close." I didn't answer. He laughed. "You can go." Leaving the office, I thought, he's dreaming if he thinks he stretched my ass; if only he knew how many cocks I'd taken over the weekend, how did he not even notice the bruises on my hips...

I wrote this because my young lover persuaded me; he controlled the writing process. He said others would enjoy reading something from my life.

This is one of the real stories that happened to me. A little bit, of course,

spiced up by my lover; he's actually standing next to me right now, as I write these lines, kneading my breasts. If anyone wants to chat or just ask something, write.

Author's e-mail: svеtlаnа.оzеrtsоvа@yаndеx.ru