Jenny (or Gene, if referring to a male named Zhenya).
Zhenka woke up early, even though it was a day off and she had nowhere to hurry. She lounged a bit, then settled in front of the TV in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and a cigarette. She lived alone; she and her husband had parted ways two years ago because she would never have children, and he really wanted kids. They separated quietly, peacefully, remaining good and kind friends. For some reason, it always turned out that way for her with men: even after a stormy and passionate romance, they stayed friends, occasionally calling each other to congratulate on holidays and birthdays. She twirled in front of the mirror, sighed over her non-model looks, dreamed
about reducing her breasts and butt, and out of boredom measured her parameters: 110—65—120. Nothing had changed. She sighed and went to her room. She spent the weekend at home, lounging on the sofa, watching all the TV programs in a row and not answering phone calls.The corporate party dedicated to the company's anniversary was held lavishly at a restaurant. It was very fun and noisy. Everyone drank well, as usual, sorted out their issues, made up, and started getting ready to go home, calling taxis. The deputy boss didn't drink, had his own car, and offered to drive everyone who could fit in his Hyundai H-1. Zhenka got in with the girls, they drank champagne on the way, sang songs. It turned out she lived the farthest, and she arrived home only in the company of Alexey, that was the deputy boss's name. She got out of the car, thanked him, and politely invited him up for a cup of coffee. But unexpectedly, he turned off the engine and, silently getting out of the car, walked ahead of her to the building's entrance door. Taken aback by the surprise, Zhenka was stunned for a moment, but then rushed after him, unlocking the door with her key. Upstairs, Zhenka bustled around the kitchen, chattering something and pulling coffee, sugar, and other things out of the cabinets.
Alexey silently watched her with his eyes, lounging casually in an armchair by the wall. When she approached him with a cup on a tray, he stood up and, like a mountain, loomed over her, pondering something. She looked up at him from below, bewildered, not understanding what to do next. Alexey took the tray from her trembling hands and placed it on the armchair. Calmly turned Zhenka with her back to him, laid her chest down on the table, holding both her hands with one of his, with his other hand he matter-of-factly unbuttoned his trousers, pulled out his belt, and fastened Zhenka's hands. And then, holding her neck somewhat firmly with his hand, just as matter-of-factly and calmly, he lifted her already short skirt, pulled down her panties, removed them completely, and spread her legs apart with his foot.
This matter-of-factness, shamelessness, audacity, and confidence turned Zhenka on so much that she didn't even flinch once or think to object, submitting to the man, only listening to what was happening behind her back. The sound of the zipper on his trousers being undone made her tremble with anticipation; the feeling of defenselessness and being completely in his hands was incredibly arousing. She only shuddered slightly when the hot head touched her excited, swollen lips, parted them, and began to slide, caressing and teasing the edges of her flowing mound. It would slide out, gliding over her swollen clitoris, eliciting sweet moans, making her writhe slightly with desire, then would caress her lips again but not enter inside.
Desire overwhelmed her so strongly that she tried to impale herself on him, but Alexey suddenly authoritatively lifted her by the hair from the table, turned her face to him, and, pressing sharply on her neck, brought her down to her knees before him. Before her face was a cock, with a large, mushroom-shaped head; she realized Alexey was circumcised. It was the first time she had seen such a cock, but he didn't let her examine it; instead, he pressed on her head, parting her lips with the head and forcing her to take it in her mouth. He himself looked into her face, getting aroused by the sight, causing his cock to grow a bit more. She took his head in her mouth and, without breaking eye contact, immediately began to explore it with her tongue, caressing, studying, and enjoying the process herself.
Zhenka opened her eyes to the alarm clock ringing and got ready for work. Her wrists ached slightly. Looking at them, she saw bruises where the belt had bound them. After a moment's thought, she put on a blouse with long sleeves and elastic cuffs. The day passed as usual; Alexey paid no attention to her when he occasionally walked by. She attributed her behavior to the vodka she had drunk, although memories of sex with him were arousing, and a sweet ache throbbed low in her belly, so she tried to immerse herself completely in work. In the evening, Pashka called, her regular lover-friend. She again remembered Alexey's harshness, dominance, and, comparing them to Pashka's tenderness and affection, refused to meet him.
Gradually, her life returned to normal, the bruises faded, and only occasionally did sweet, arousing memories lead to masturbation. Alexey went away on a two-week business trip, then was on sick leave. Zhenka, however, realized she was pregnant. It was a shock. She didn't know what to do next. She couldn't raise a child alone; telling Alexey about it was embarrassing, as if she were trying to marry him off to herself. And she was afraid to tell him such a thing; she liked Alexey very much, and what if he simply took it as an attempt to tie him down? Another weekend arrived, and Zhenka still couldn't come to any decision. She was again lounging on the sofa, mindlessly flipping through TV channels. The vibration from a text message made her startle in fright. She opened the SMS and was stunned. Rereading it several times, she fell deep into thought. The message was from Alexey: "I'm waiting in two hours dressed as a prostitute right under your clothes. Don't you dare be late! You will be severely punished" and an address. Again, everything inside ached sweetly; desire overcame common sense. She decided, come what may, she wanted him incredibly. She opened the wardrobe doors and wondered what to wear. But she had nothing provocative and instantly arousing for a man. There was time. Applying war paint, she found a long ankle-length coat and matching high-heeled shoes, and then she quickly headed to the sex shop.
There she picked out transparent lingerie in a provocatively red color, blatantly depraved, vulgar black stockings with a pattern
on a thin garter belt. Right there in the fitting room, she put it all on, twirled in front of the large mirror, and was pleased with the result: looking back at her was a brightly made-up vulgar woman, with high, large breasts brazenly falling out of her bra, through the thin fabric of her panties her lips were visible, and the inviting slit between them could be seen, the thin stockings emphasized her shapely legs, and the heels visually lengthened them. She felt someone's gaze on her. In the mirror, the gap between the fitting rooms was reflected, and someone was watching her there. She stretched languidly, ran her fingers between her lips, slightly moving the strip of her panties, fingers with bright red nails dipped between her lips into the slit, immediately hearing someone behind the curtain breathing heavily and passionately and moving. All this aroused her so much that she ran out of the store already wet, and, catching a cab, rushed to the given address. Arriving at the place, she quickly went up in the elevator and pressed the doorbell. And only then did she think that she didn't even know where or to whom she had come. But this only heated her up more, turning her on, arousing her, adrenaline surging.
The door was opened by Alexey. Without showing any surprise, he slammed the door behind her and stopped expectantly in front of her, raising his eyebrows in a question. She decisively threw off her coat, presenting herself to him like that. He ran his eyes over her from head to toe, his eyes flashed with a steely glint that sent shivers down Zhenka's body. He grunted with satisfaction and, throwing out just one word: "Come!", strode quickly into the depths of the apartment. Zhenka immediately followed him, barely keeping up in her heels. They entered a room where there was a small oval table and a wide sofa. Before Zhenka could think that the table was apparently his favorite spot for sex, with a quick movement he pulled down his jeans along with his boxers. A beautiful cock with a mushroom-cap-shaped head swayed slightly, rising right before her eyes. With a gesture, he indicated for Zhenka to take it in her mouth. She hesitated, and immediately a light but impressive slap on the trembling, desire-filled half of her plump buttock made it clear that objections were not accepted. She crouched down, took the cock in her hands, and began to lick it, looking up into his eyes from below.
Sitting on high heels in a crouch was uncomfortable; for stability, she spread her legs wider, opening her slit in the transparent and completely wet-from-arousal panties. Apparently, this turned him on strongly too; after letting her swallow him a few times, he lifted her and again, like last time, laid her chest down on the table. She heard the click of scissors, and the panties fell to her feet. He stood between her legs and began to caress her lips with the head, sometimes hitting the clitoris, sometimes as if accidentally touching the anus, which immediately involuntarily clenched. Zhenka sprawled on the table, gripping the edges with her hands and moaning with pleasure, forgetting about everything in the world. Suddenly she felt wet, slippery fingers caressing her perineum, her anus. She wasn't a virgin there, but she hadn't experienced pleasure either during the couple of times she had anal sex. But the fingers slid so easily and pleasantly that she decided to relax and surrender to his power. Several times the head nudged her anus, which she immediately involuntarily clenched, but then the fingers would start caressing it, stroking, caressing around, barely touching, and again Zhenka relaxed, opening that little hole. Then the cock slid into her cave, quickly parting her lips, and plunged all the way to her pubic bone.
And a male finger carefully penetrated her anus. Zhenka arched her back and felt such a high that she moved to meet that finger. Alexey pulled out his cock; the wet, shiny, slippery head pressed against her slightly opened, no less slippery anus and began to penetrate… slowly but persistently. Zhenka cried out and tried to twist away, but Alexey pressed her hands down with his and leaned slightly on top of her, continuing to enter. (Porno stories) At first it hurt, and Zhenka, gritting her teeth, listened to herself, somehow getting off on this pain, on her helplessness. As soon as the large head passed inside, it became easier. Alexey stopped, letting her get used to the size, and then slowly but stubbornly continued moving inward until his pubic bone touched her butt. Zhenka breathed heavily, moaning with arousal. For the first time, this movement inside her anus was pleasant; for the first time, she wanted it to continue and trembled with pleasure. Alexey placed his hands on her hips and began to move, gradually increasing speed, pounding his cock in, burning more and more with passion and already unable to control himself. Zhenka felt all this and went crazy with desire and lust; she felt only desire, pleasure, indescribable enjoyment from such sex, moaned, begged him not to stop, whispered how much she loved him, and arched like a cat, taking him completely.
He tensed, froze, and immediately she felt the contractions of his cock, the thrusts. Alexey's finger teased her clitoris; Zhenka cried out with a powerful orgasm. She had never experienced anything like this! Her body vibrated; pleasure crashed over her like a wave, drowning her in its waves, filling both her body and consciousness with nothing but pleasure. Before this wave had even subsided, Alexey, with a strong movement, sat her on the table and, spreading her legs, threw them over his shoulders, leaning down to her still pulsating cave. His hot tongue quickly went to work, sometimes over her lips, clitoris, sometimes penetrating inside; pressing his lips to the opening, Alexey seemed to suck out, drink in this woman whom he had passionately wanted all this time, who had trusted him so much that she came at his first call. And Zhenka came again, whispering weakly that she couldn't take any more…
They sat in a large bathtub and were silent, stroking each other in the warm water. Blushing and stammering, Zhenka explained the situation, saying that for her it was a gift from fate, said she would raise the child herself, just asked for help at first. And then she would never bother him again. Alexey silently smiled, amused by her embarrassment. He had made his decision long ago: if this woman came to him as he had ordered, he would propose to her. And now he rejoiced that he now had a beloved woman, there would be a family and a child…