Fuck me in the toilet

Hello. My name is Anya. Annushka. Tall. Small breasts. Elastic neat ass. I change my hairstyle all the time, sometimes I grow my hair below my shoulders, sometimes I get a short haircut. Light hair color. Slender legs. Always well-groomed and beautifully dressed. Beautiful underwear and intimate haircut always! 22 years old. What else can I write about myself... Probably that I’m a real whore, and that’s what I like most about me. Both me and the men who me...

Just a year ago I couldn’t even imagine what kind of slut I could be and how much I would like it. I have a good family and upbringing, I don’t abuse alcohol, I smoke cigarettes very rarely.

lost her virginity for love, she loved that guy. Then I only met him for a year. Then we broke up and didn’t get along. While experiencing this, I got really drunk in a bar. I sent my friend by taxi. I called a friend who had been trying to achieve my love all his life, but received only friendship. Valere. She said that I would come to visit now. She has arrived. We drank wine. He sat and pestered me about how sorry he was for me. And I wanted him to fuck me. But he would never take the first step. It was summer and I was wearing a dress. White. Not short, but not too long either. Just above the knee. He was sitting in a chair next to the coffee table, on which there was a bottle of wine and candy on a saucer. I sat opposite on the sofa and when the wine ran out, he got up, took the bottle, came up to me and filled the glass. Staring at my knees. Having drowned the last doubts in a glass, I leaned back on the sofa, causing my dress to ride up so much that my white panties appeared, which seemed to glow with phosphorus against the background of tanned legs (I recently arrived from the south, where my beloved and I went and where we finally quarreled). Valera paused and blushed, his gaze resting between my legs. And I slowly began to spread my legs, revealing an amazing view to him...

Believe me, I have an excellent body. I thought that he would break loose and rush at me, but he just sat and stared at me below my tummy. Then I took and slightly moved my panties to the side, and bent forward showing my pussy, and if he had been a normal, determined guy, he would have fucked me all over... But instead he asked: “Are you doing something?” Damn, what an idiot you have to be! I want him, I myself take the first step towards him, and he. Cretin. Fuck you, wimp! I said, straightening my dress. I don't want to know you anymore.

It was about eleven in the evening when I took a taxi home. Mine were on another business trip in Minsk, so I was left to my own devices. The hops began to fade, and I wanted to drink more. I rarely drink, I prefer to drink several times a month, and the rest of the time I refuse alcohol. But as soon as I start to go wild, I go all out. I looked at my reflection in the large mirror that hangs in our hallway. Damn, I would have fucked myself...

No, today I decided not to be alone under any circumstances. How can I explain to you... When I spread my legs in front of the man with whom I had not had a single kiss or a single romantic date. And I was really sure that he would take me. And this would be the second man in my life. New sensations, physical, moral. I was very excited by my action. I really liked this feeling. My pussy was still wet because I kept replaying the scene in Valera’s apartment in my head. I needed adventure.

I took 100 bucks from my stash and called a taxi. I went to the club. In the city, this club was different from the others, it was... How should I say... More intelligent. Jacket. There was always good security there, who were always very attentive. Wealthy people went there, who like to relax and be safe. Businessmen and golden youth. People of art. Gorgeous girls. Lack of fraternity and showdowns. According to rumors, this club was held by an old authority, who, at the beginning of the club’s existence, stopped all attempts to turn this place into a booth for lads and thugs, which often happens with other clubs. True, the entrance fee is 40 and cocktails for 15 were a bit steep, but today I needed it. Entrance and one cocktail. And then they’ll pick me up and give me something to drink, so that later I’ll be somewhere... I wanted this.

I took a Sex on the beach cocktail and sat down at the bar on a high stool, flaunting my long tanned legs, which now created a stunning contrast with my white dress glowing from the club light. I immediately rejected the first guy, he was a typical daddy, although he was cute. I didn't like the second one because of his manners. He was sure that all the girls were crazy about him and should squeal with the joy of communicating with him. But then two guys came up. They behaved modestly and very nicely, although it was clear from them that they did not suffer from a lack of female attention. Both were tall, well dressed and not overweight. They were not too drunk and most importantly no vulgarity. It was interesting to communicate with them and I decided to stay with them that evening. Dmitry and Zhenya. We moved to a corner sofa in the back of the club, away from the dance floor. They offered me a cocktail and fruit, and took themselves a 200 gram bottle of cognac and orange juice. The boys were 25 years old, both worked somewhere in a company owned by Zhenya’s father. They were wealthy and single. They told funny stories, good jokes, and made innocent compliments. I sat between them in the deepest part of the corner sofa, gradually drowning in it, as the boys moved closer and closer to me.

They fought for the right to own me, attacking me with their charm and humor. I felt good and had fun with them. I was drunk, but only enough to feel more relaxed. There was no damn thing about how I got drunk yesterday and what I did in the morning. Zhenya invited me to dance. The DJ played something slower than club techno, they do this periodically so that people can rest a little from energetic dancing before the start of the animation program. I immediately pressed my whole body against the boy, letting him know that he would take action. Thank God that he didn’t have Valerina’s character and soon his hands crawled from his back. He quietly first lowered them to the end of my back, then with one hand he quickly walked below my back and, without seeing my protest, he took me by the ass and pressed me to him. He had an erection. And very strong. “Poor boy, how much you want me,” I whispered in his ear, after which we merged in a kiss. I haven't kissed another boy other than my boyfriend for two years. God, how pleasant is the first kiss with a new, unfamiliar man. We kissed the whole dance, during this time his hands passionately explored my body, and when he stroked me from the front... Through my dress, lightly touching... But my moan was so vulgar... Loud... He looked into my eyes and thought about where to take me.

But the music ended and the presenter announced the start of some kind of competition. The bright lights came on and we returned to our distant table. Dmitry was waiting for us, bored. He couldn't find a dance partner. I sat down between them again. We drank and Zhenya pulled me towards him for a kiss, showing Dmitry that I had already made a choice. We started kissing, and he pulled me closer and closer to him. As a result, I sat completely on him, wrapping my legs around him. I felt his dick again, I felt it pushing against my girl, ready to break through the barrier of my sexpornotales.cc pants and my panties. Dima couldn’t stand such a scene for long and said that he was leaving us alone and went off somewhere. And Zhenya’s hands were no longer stroking me, but simply pawing me passionately. He squeezed my ass, climbed under my dress, touched my breasts, kissed her. Gradually he got there too... I sat on him with my back to the audience, and the place allowed for frivolity. He pulled my panties aside and ran his finger in the clitoris area, starting to slowly caress. No matter how I moaned, he did not let me go from the kiss. Gradually he began to thrust his finger into me deeper and deeper, and I helped by bending towards him. I was going crazy about the buzz. Being aware of what I am doing, with whom and where. I’ve never even done this with a regular guy before, but here. And most importantly, I felt comfortable in this situation.

It’s like strangers pick me up every day in a club and have a blast with me! Zhenya was fucking me with his finger, and suddenly I suddenly realized that... Just thinking about it... I almost came. At that moment, when my boy lowered the left strap of the dress and moved the cup of the bra down, sucking my nipple, and I squirmed on his finger, I realized that I wanted... something more.

- Do you have condoms? - I whispered in his ear.

- Yes! He answered by releasing my nipple from his mouth for a second.

— I want you, my boy, fuck me in the toilet. Put me in doggy style and fuck me.

No more caresses, and don’t count on a blowjob. At least for now. Then I’ll suck you off and you’ll cum in my mouth, but that’s later. Now fuck me. Silently and quickly! I chattered vulgarities into his ear, and he rammed me harder with his finger.

- And then I want Dima to fuck me.

After these words, Zhenya seemed to be paralyzed. He clearly did not expect this and was dumbfounded. He stopped caressing me, I hid my breasts, stood up, straightened my dress. And sitting down next to him, she spoke into his ear again.

— I want it so much, I really want it so much! I don’t know why, but I want you two. It’s not even about you - Dima and Zhenya, I want two men to fuck me in the toilet in turn. They bent me over and fucked me. Understand. Sunny, if not you, then there will be others. But I want you. Exactly you. Dima is just a second guy. There will be you, Zhenechka and another man. Do you agree? I said and kissed his ear.

He ​​drank, lit a cigarette and said Go look for Dima...

I went to the bar. I quickly found Dima. He met a girl. I approached him from behind and whispered quietly in his ear. Zhenya will now fuck me in the toilet. Will you be next? He turned around and looked at me like I was a ghost.

- Will you join me? – I already said loudly so that the girl could hear. She heard and looked at us in surprise.

- But... - Dima mumbled.

“No buts,” I said, took his hand and dragged him after Zhenya.

There were three men's toilets and three women's. They were all in separate rooms and often served for club fucking. My friends sometimes told me how they were here... But I was still doing this here. We went into one of the women's rooms. Locked from the inside. Zhenya went to kiss me, and Dima immediately put his hand between my legs and pressed to stroke my crotch. In gratitude, I broke away from Zhenya and started kissing Dima. Zhenya walked around me from behind and took care of my ass. He lifted my dress and started pawing my ass. Dima stopped kissing me on the lips and moved to my chest, pulling the dress off my shoulders and unfastening my bra. He groped my tits, greedily kissing my nipples, then he got up and began to caress my neck and ears, but then again went to work on my breasts. Zhenya pressed my ass to his groin and began to rub against my ass...

- Stop!!! I broke away from their embrace. I don't want it that way. One by one. And without affection! We agreed. They stopped and stared at me. I slowly walked towards the washbasin. She took off her dress, which was already hanging at one waist, pulled up at the bottom and lowered from the shoulders. She turned her back to my boys and bent down to pull off her panties. Then she leaned on the sink, arched her back, spread her legs and stuck out her wonderful ass...

A mirror hung above the sink. I was reflected in it. Completely naked in the club toilet, standing doggy style and waiting for me... But how beautiful I am! The tanned body now stood out especially against the background of the white stripe of the bikini line. I sunbathed topless, so my breasts were not pale after tanning and my nipples were an attractive dark color. In the mirror I saw Zhenya approaching me from behind. His gaze was directed at my ass. He stroked my ass several times and ran his hand over my pussy. It was so interesting for me to watch his gaze. He looked at me like a child looks at a gorgeous toy that he had just been given; he will now play with it, but has not yet decided how. He removed his hands from his ass and began to unfasten his belt, his fly, and pull down his pants along with his underpants. I took out my dick... Sometimes women, when they talk about sex with strangers, describe them as incredibly huge out of dignity. No, Zhenya had a regular penis, just like my ex-boyfriend.

But it was the member of someone else’s man, who took it out in order to insert it into me... Someone else’s penis. Unfamiliar man. The second one is waiting for his turn. In line, who will kick me. These thoughts were driving me crazy. Now it will be... I arched towards him, he took out a condom, opened it and began to pull it on his penis, which had been standing firmly for a long time. On me. He stretched the condom to the end, came close to me, I arched even more towards him, all over. So I felt the tip of his penis on my pussy. He moved his dick along my lips and began to insert. He slowly inserted his penis, watching it enter, and I looked at his gaze in the mirror. I was so wet, so excited that he felt no resistance. Having pushed me a little, he removed his hand from his penis and took me by the buttocks. I looked in the mirror. He saw that I was watching him. He looked into my eyes and pulled me towards him... He abruptly pulled me over the entire length of his penis, and I almost suffocated from this buzz. A few more tentative slow thrusts to get more comfortable in my... and. His testicles were knocking against my pussy, his penis entered me in a big way, then almost completely came out and again burst into my insides. I howled from the buzz... The toilet was filled with the characteristic sounds of the blows of two touching bodies and my moans.

I looked at Zhenya. He watched his dick walking in my pussy. I looked at myself. Whore. Doggy style, in the middle of the toilet... With strangers. That's it, I'm cumming. In order not to scream, I bit my hand and prepared to fly into space, a couple of pushes and I went into convulsions. I shook for a long time, my pussy convulsively squeezed, clasping my man’s penis. Zhenechka could not stand it from such overloads and began to lower himself, impaling me on his stake harder and harder. From this came the second orgasm...

I didn’t want to see Dima’s face, so I got down on all fours. On the floor. In the toilet. Completely naked. Just fucked. Dima, having seen enough of how they were having me, was on the verge of a heart attack from excitement. He frantically pulled on the condom and sharply inserted it into me. He immediately took on a fast pace and fucked me doggy style. I felt like a bitch. And howled like a bitch, waving her ass towards him. I came first, and he kept hammering and hammering me, not letting my orgasm end until he himself began to thrash in ecstasy...

Then we drank a lot, joked and danced. We kissed a lot. They groped me all the time. One of them was constantly touching my chest. Kneaded my ass, climbed between my legs. Closer to the morning, when there were fewer people. I sucked Zhenya right at the table, and he came in my mouth. As I promised him. Moreover, at least three people saw this. Not counting Dima, who was groping me at that time. After Zhenya finished. Dima took me to the toilet again. He lifted her dress, pulled her panties aside, bent her over and fucked her thoroughly. I came twice. Thank you very much for the good sex. We said goodbye for a long time, touching each other in intimate places. They called a taxi for me. I plopped down in the back seat and was driven home. I became a different woman. I knew. That I have a very exciting future. I like it. The driver was spying on me in the rearview mirror. U seeing this. I spread my legs, showing my panties. He became embarrassed and stopped watching. Fool. I moved my legs. And she got home without incident. Unfortunately.

To be continued...

P.S. While I was writing my memoirs, I masturbated three times.