Anora (based on)
Friday evening, we are at home, we are enjoying the evening and each other. A screening of the new sensational film Anora with our favorite actor Yura Borisov has been announced. The film has been watched and an opinion has been formed. Having brought a couple of scenes from the film to life, we relax on the crib.
- Shouldn’t we go to a striptease - you suddenly wonder.
- Mmm-mm, what’s there to see - I’m holding my delicious and slightly disheveled teddy bear to me in a possessive manner.
- Well, what - you break out of my hands - let's go, huh? Let's see... - your hand, parallel to your proposal, crawls like a snake under my blanket.
- Mmmm - I lean back
I'm on my back - come on!***
And then a week passes, I return from work, and you send me straight to the shower.
- Damn, what a rush - I'm trying to catch you
- Go, go, we're going to the club for a striptease.
- Ah-ah-ah! – I’m thinking – Normas, I’m rushing.
***
Our taxi drives up to a club with the suggestive name “Sugar”. Oh, he's preparing something for us. We get out of the taxi and run across to the entrance in the light rain. I open the door for you and let you go ahead. You come in, and I, a little behind, admire your silhouette. You are wearing a black cocktail dress with buttons with translucent sleeves, black smooth stockings and black shoes on your legs. Your hair is loose, and the only jewelry you have is my favorite waterfall earrings in your ears. I internally lick my lips, looking after you, and as if feeling my gaze, you turn around. I admire your face, discreet, neat makeup, dark lips, shiny shadows - my beloved woman is beautiful even in such a place. You raise your eyebrow in surprise, and I immediately catch up with you, together we walk through the hall and enter the dimly lit room.
We are greeted at the entrance by a female administrator, a bright blonde, dressed in a sexy policeman’s outfit and, clanking with handcuffs hanging from her belt, accompanies us to a separate box located against the wall and draped on the sides with black heavy curtains, cutting us off from our neighbors and giving us a view only of the stage and the hall with small tables. In our box there is a semicircular sofa and a small table, we sit down, and the girl lays out the menu for us, bending slightly so that her breasts are almost completely exposed to us. We look at each other, and the rules of the establishment are read to us. In the hall we can only watch, we can invite the girl we like to dance in the box, but we must keep ourselves in line and behave decently. If suddenly we want something more, then by agreement with the girl we can order a separate office and realize our fantasies there. While the information was coming to us, a slender, tall waitress in only a white apron and a white mask over her eyes brought us a bottle of champagne and poured it into glasses, periodically turning around and showing off her round ass, hidden only by the white bow of her apron strings. I involuntarily swallow slightly, and you notice it. You take my hand and approaching my ear, quietly say:
- Don’t be shy, look at everyone. If we like someone, we’ll ask her to dance.
- Okay - I look at you intently, take your hand and kiss your fingers. - Let's have some fun. – and we clink glasses and sip champagne. And the performance begins on stage. The girls take turns on stage and dance, periodically taking off various items of clothing. The people at the tables in the hall quite cheerfully greet the appearance of new acting characters on stage, and then just as joyfully greet the girls who have worked on stage in the hall. After the scene, the girls change clothes and go out into the hall. The costumes are very different, but all the girls wear transparent masks or half masks on their faces, which impart a certain charm of the unknown. The girls walk around the hall, periodically approaching one table or another. Sometimes they sit down at someone’s table, or on a client’s lap, move out, smile, laugh. In general, the atmosphere in the club is quite light and not tense, we slowly relax and look around, drinking champagne. I look at the girls, but none of them catch my fancy. I move closer to you, hug you and whisper in your ear:
- For some reason I haven’t found anyone yet. – you look at me in surprise – Maybe that’s our waitress? It seems like nothing.
- Okay, then I'll get on with it. - and snap your fingers. And immediately the police administrator appears next to us. You whisper about something briefly, and she disappears. You put your hand on my thigh under the table and smile:
- Now everything will be. – and I see a tall, tanned brunette with curvaceous figures, a thin waist, long straight black hair, dressed in black stockings with a belt, black thongs and a black translucent bra, barely holding her gorgeous breasts, on her face, a black lace mask completes the picture. Looking at how this cruiser is purposefully moving towards us, I look at you with helplessness, and you enjoy the show and, raising your glass, tell me:
- I allowed myself to show my imagination a little here. If you don't like them, we will replace them. – I nod resignedly, and the girl enters our box. Next, our waitress appears and immediately draws the curtains, and the brunette in one motion removes the bottle of champagne from the table, moves the table to the sides, pulls the waitress towards her and begins to drink it straight from the bottle. We are looking at the girls who have come to our disposal. Well, if with a brunette everything is very clear - this is simply the quintessence of sex and lust in a woman’s guise, then our waitress is a slightly different type. A slender brown-haired woman with a short bob hairstyle and a small white cap, her breasts are hidden by an apron, small white thongs and white stockings, white shoes plus small white gloves, a neat round ass and a white translucent lace mask. We can say that today we have ice and fire, white and black. I sigh heavily and look at you helplessly. You enjoy what is happening, lean towards my ear and quietly say:
- But you can’t touch them! – and chuckle, looking at my involuntarily clenching palms. Uh-oh damn, I throw my hands over the back of the sofa, so as not to let them get involved. Quiet music is playing, and at this time the brunette finishes giving our waitress a drink, turns her to face us and, running her hands over her slender figure, unties the string of her apron around her neck, revealing the small, neat, perky breasts of the brown-haired woman. The brunette's palms slowly slide over her partner's body, end up on the waitress's chest and lightly squeeze it, causing the latter to moan lightly. Accompanied by soft music, the girls begin to move slowly, smoothly twisting and bending like snakes, like grass in the wind. You sit under my right arm, your fingers begin to struggle with the buttons of my shirt, your lips gently bite my earlobe and move to my neck. I growl quietly, I try to find your lips, but you stop me with a laughing finger.
- Look, you whisper to me, look at them.
And I see how the girls have already wrapped their arms around each other and their lips intertwined in a long kiss, their hands begin to explore each other. Here the brunette turns the waitress with her back to her and her hands begin to slide without embarrassment over her slender body, not missing a single centimeter, then a tanned finger penetrates her mouth and greedy lips pounce on it. Now the fingers of the second hand penetrate under the apron and the slender body arches in ecstasy. We both freeze and look at this magnificence. The brunette sits down on the opposite edge of the sofa and makes the waitress sit face to face on her lap. And without ceasing to kiss, the girls begin to imitate sexual intercourse, the brown-haired woman moves furiously on her partner, revealing to us her naked narrow back with a thin waist and strong hemispheres of a neat ass. She leans back and we see her erect nipples, we see how the brunette is holding her waist, and her other hand somewhere below, again under the apron, makes the waitress squirm and moan. Combined with your actions, this sight makes my heart beat faster and faster. Pointing your finger at the waitress’s mouth, which is open in an attempt to swallow some air, you whisper in my ear:
- Do you want it in your mouth? – and I nod, unable to say anything.
Here the brunette turns the brown-haired woman to face us and begins to gently torment the supple slender body open to our eyes, gradually inflaming herself and inflaming her partner. The waitress no longer seems to control herself, she leaned back on her conqueror and completely surrendered to her power. But then the brunette ends abruptly, she pushes the brown-haired woman to the floor and slaps her on the ass, pointing it in our direction. The waitress moves slowly towards us on her hands and knees, her apron toppled to one side, her breasts and butt jiggling as she moves, her gaze directed at us. At this time, the brunette lowers her bodice and, placing her hands under her rather large hemispheres, lifts her breasts with her hands, looking at us invitingly.
— Do you want to run your dick between them? - you whisper in my ear
- Yes-ah-ah! – what else can I say. And you twist my nipple painfully.
- Bad boy! - and your lips press into mine. I feel how two hands fall onto my knees, how they slide higher, how two pairs of breasts begin to move behind them along the fabric of my trousers, with excited nipples scratching my skin even through the fabric of my trousers. How the hands reach the shirt and release its skirts from the trousers. How four hands begin to caress me, not missing a single millimeter of my body. A helpless moan escapes my lips. The brown-haired woman has already straddled my legs and pressed her lips to my chest, you, throwing my head back, bite into my lips, muffling my quiet cry. You let me go and, looking me straight in the eyes, ask:
- Do you like it?
- Yes-ah-ah! – I clutch the back of the sofa in rage.
— Do you want more? – and I nod exhausted. You get up and leave me at the mercy of our waitress. You sit down next to the brunette on the sofa, and she immediately sits down on your lap with her back to me. Your lips meet, two pairs of coral objects that I am ready to crush or tear apart, begin a fight from which I will emerge a loser. At this time, our waitress turns around on me and, clinging to me with her whole body, begins soft wave-like movements with her ass on my long-rebellious organ, without looking away from you. You carefully spread the brunette’s buns with your hands, opening her ass, and the owner of this wealth looks at me over her shoulder:
- Do you want her here? - Mmmmmm, I lean back powerlessly, I can’t speak. And you kiss again, your fingers penetrate your partner’s mouth, forcing her to suck them. It seems to me that under the pressure of tactile and visual information I will simply finish. And then our waitress speaks from my lap:
- Girls, listen to how his heart is beating, it’s about to jump out of his chest!
You all find yourself near me. Each of them presses her lips to my heart, which really behaves like a pump gone crazy, trying to pump the world’s oceans through itself in a couple of seconds. While the brown-haired woman is feeding me champagne, you and the brunette are attacking my chest with renewed vigor, I swallow the champagne like water and a furious moan breaks out of me through clenched teeth.
- Girls, he’s ready - you say - we’ll meet in the office. - and the employees assigned to us put themselves in order, and after blowing me a kiss, they leave our box. You immediately sit down next to me and lean close to me.
- Did you like it?
- Very much! – I just can’t let go of the back of the sofa.
- Which one would you like? – and you look carefully into my eyes – Just don’t lie!
- I want all three of you! – my answer is honest, and I don’t think about it for a second.
- Mmm-mm, then let's go, bad boy - and you button my shirt, putting me in order. I can’t do this myself yet - Let go of the sofa! “I can hardly unclench my hands, letting go of the leather back twisted into something unclear.
We leave the box, the same relaxed atmosphere in the hall. We slowly cross the hall under our arms and hide in a side door, behind which there is a corridor with doors. Before number 7 we linger:
“They are here,” you say, “waiting for us and they are ready for anything.” Let's go have some fun.
***
We find ourselves in a small room. There is a huge bed, above which there are huge mirrors on the ceiling and at the head of the wall. A small sofa and a small table with bottles of champagne and glasses. Our girls with glasses are waiting for us on the sofa. I kiss you:
- Darling, please pour me some champagne, otherwise my hands are still shaking. - and while you are sorting out the drinks on the table, I find myself on the sofa, hug the girls and tell them in a loud whisper:
- Girls, I want you to prepare it for me - and I nod at you, frozen in silent surprise - Only I want to see everything!
They are smart, they don’t need to be told twice. You are already in their hands, they gave you a glass to drink and sat you down on the bed. The brunette knelt down on the bed behind you, the brown-haired girl knelt on the floor in front of you and their hands simultaneously began to touch you. While our sex bomb is unbuttoning your dress from above, the brown-haired woman puts her hands under the floor and begins an exploratory activity there. You look at me helplessly, and I calmly pour myself champagne and lean back on the sofa, taking a place in the front row of the unfolding performance. Your dress is unbuttoned, it slowly opens under the inexorable hands of our harlots, gradually revealing to me your longed-for body, which I so desired. The hem of the dress is gently parted, revealing to me your soft breasts, the dress slides off my beloved shoulders, you are lifted and completely exposed. You are without panties, you are only wearing stockings and shoes. I get up from the sofa and go to the bed, I want to see everything that they do to you. You have already been laid on your back and the girls are starting. The waitress presses her lips to yours, her hands greedily knead your breasts, and through your kisses we can hear your moans, which are very seriously facilitated by the brunette, who spread your legs and began working with her tongue in your slit. I dip my finger into a glass of champagne and run it over your clitoris, the brunette catches the flowing droplets of champagne, giving you a couple of seconds to rest. But then she returns and her tongue again knows no fatigue, returning you to sweet torments. I like this kind of thing, I again plunge my finger into the glass and again the brunette catches the bubbling drink. I caress your clitoris a couple more times with my champagne finger, forcing the girl located between your legs to fiercely fight for your attention with him. Then I rise higher, again my finger was in the glass, now two pairs of lips are fighting for it, and it’s up to me whose mouth I’ll occupy now. You and the waitress are competing for my attention, and I really like it. My finger penetrates first into one mouth, then into the other, forcing the coral lips to cover it completely and try not to let go.
- Undress me! – my voice tears the girls away from you and they head towards me. I stand at the edge of the bed, and you watch how two beautiful women stand on either side and begin to undress me, how their fingers unbutton the buttons of my shirt, how they simultaneously caress me with their lips, kissing my exposed breasts, how I hug them by the waist, drawing them to me. We look straight into each other's eyes and you begin to sneak around like a tigress after its prey, without taking your eyes off me. Now the restless fingers have dealt with my shirt, now they have begun to take care of the belt of my trousers, while two pairs of lips incessantly torment my neck and chest. Now the trousers are taken off and he, one of the main characters in today's history, breaks free. You get to me, the brown-haired girl gets on her knees and points my dick directly into your mouth. You carefully take it and swallow it, looking straight into my eyes from bottom to top. This disposition immediately blows my mind. I take you by the hair and slowly begin to string you onto my penis.
The girls immediately see through the trick. They are already in place, the brunette is lying on her back under you and her tongue is working in your slit, a brown-haired woman is standing over her, spreading your buns with her hands and her tongue is penetrating your ass. Being under the continuous influence of three such pleasant stimuli, you have no choice but to surrender to our will. You let go of control, you relax, and I understand this, I nod to the waitress, she says something to the brunette, and they increase the pressure, I myself let go of your hair, gently take you by the chest and begin to increase the friction, penetrating deeper and deeper into your mouth. Ты поднимаешь на меня глаза, они полны слез, ты хочешь что-то сказать, но я не могу остановиться, я вижу как тебя начинает трясти от оргазма и тут же кончаю, выливая всю свою горячую нежность и любовь в твой сладенький ротик. Ты глотаешь, нет, ты выпиваешь меня, выпиваешь всего, до конца. Я выхожу из тебя, и ты тихонько вскрикиваешь. Я уже перед тобой, я перед тобой на коленях, я покрываю твое прекрасное лицо поцелуями, я целую тебя, ощущаю свой вкус на твоих губах, я пью твои слезы радости, я смотрю в твои прекрасные глаза. Я впитываю тебя всю, я хочу запомнить тебя такой навсегда.
Мы лежим на кровати, я обнимаю мою любимую, наши девушки оформили нам шампанское и отдыхают на диванчике, а я отпаиваю тебя. Ты в моих руках, ты млеешь, лежа на моей груди. Смотришь на меня, смотришь как я болтаю шампанское в бокале и приникая к моей груди, шепчешь:
— Я хочу еще! – я внимательно смотрю на тебя – Еще? – Да, я хочу еще! – ты резко встаешь, заворачиваешься в одеяло и твердым шагом идешь к диванчику. Я любуюсь вслед тебе, а ты отдаешь указания девушкам:
— Ну-ка приведите как его в чувство. – и наши временные сотрудницы сразу срываются с места к кровати. Я не успеваю охнуть, как в меня залито два бокала шампанского, я опрокинут на спину и в зеркальный потолок я могу наблюдать, как две полуобнаженные красавицы приступают к моему возрождению. Сначала девушки встают по бокам надо мной и приступают к жарким поцелуям. Но им кажется этого мало, брюнетка развязывает передничек официантки и обнажает ее аккуратную круглую грудку, та не остается внакладе и приспускает бюстгальтер брюнетки, вываливая аппетитные крупные дыньки наружу. Брюнетка берет мою руку и кладет себе на грудь, шатенка тоже не теряет времени, и моя вторая рука завладевает ее маленькой персей. Потом девушки опускаются и я подвергаюсь массированной сексуальной атаке. Две пару губ одновременно, сменяя друг друга, впиваются в мои губы и грудь, поочередно терзая соски. Две руки находят мой опавший член, и на пару приступают к его оживлению, слегка поддрачивая и массируя и захватывая в плен яички. Они действуют всем доступным им арсеналом. Руки, пальчики, груди и губы, все пошло в дело. От странных ощущений двойственности, нереальности меня просто уносит куда-то. Я с отрешением наблюдаю в потолочное зеркало, как две красивые, но такие разные нимфы творят со мной какое-то беззаконие. И я восстаю, как птица феникс, практически из пепла. Я чувствую, как мой член внизу наливается силой, как он поднимается, как он встает во весь свой рост. Девушки удовлетворенно проводят каждая по нему языком, проверяя финальную готовность. И он вздрагивает от этих приятных прикосновений.
— Он готов – звучит резюме. Ты встаешь, и подходишь, все еще завернутая в одеяло с бокалом в руке. Ты встаешь надо мной, разводишь руками и одеяло падает с твоих печь. Я снизу любуюсь тобой, твоим прекрасным мной так любимым телом в этих гладких черных чулочках, ты отпиваешь из бокала и садишься на меня сверху, сразу введя мой восставший член в свое лоно. Ты поишь меня, я жадно пью их твоих рук, сейчас я готов хоть яд принять из них. Ты чувствуешь, как мой орган пульсирует в тебе, как он будто бы живет своей жизнью, ты наклоняешься ко мне и наши губы встречаются. Я никогда не пробовал ничего вкуснее, я никогда не видел лица прекрасней. Я держу твое лицо в своих руках и чувствую, как внизу ты все сильнее и сильнее охватываешь меня, как сжимаются мышцы твоего влагалища, запирая в плен мой увеличивающийся пульсирующий орган. Я прямо вижу, как будто мы стали прозрачными, как моя влага поднимается по моему стволу, как твои мышцы запирают ее, не давай ей извергнуться. Я вижу, как ты дрожишь, мы не двигаемся, не шевелимся, но все равно ярость бушует внутри нас, накатывая волнами. Я сжимаю твою талию, тебе больно, ты стонешь и отпускаешь себя, расслабляешься, и я извергаюсь. Я не знаю, как описать ЭТО другими словами. Я как вулкан, извергаю горящую лаву, которую тушит твое внутреннее море. Меня сотрясают извержения, и ты гасишь их, принимая и принимая мое пламя в себя, ласковыми мягкими волнами смывая мой огонь. Я разжимаю свои руки, и ты со стоном падаешь мне на грудь.
— Прости – шепчу я тебе – я сделал тебе больно.
— Все хорошо – отвечаешь ты, смотря на меня заплаканными глазами – все хорошо.
Я укладываю тебя рядом, я смотрю в твои глаза, я любуюсь тобой, моей любимой, моей единственной. Ты сворачиваешься клубочком как кошечка и я накрываю тебя одеялом.