Day and night

Day and Night.

I.

The day began somewhat chaotically. Andrey had just woken up when his boss called immediately:

"Come in, we have an urgent project presentation," the boss said hurriedly over the phone. The boss was fat and stern; Andrey had never liked him, and when urgent matters arose, in those moments he simply hated him with every corner of his brain. But work was always work, and he had to restrain himself, no matter what he felt—anger, hatred, or any other emotion. The boss kept talking and talking. Andrey wasn't listening anymore; mentally, he was back in that recent argument with his wife, after

which she left him, seemingly for good.

Tatyana had always been a bitch and a very demanding woman, but this time they had argued even more fiercely, all because he couldn't find a better position than senior sales manager, while she always wanted him to be at least a department head. Recently, he had conceded that position to his friend and blurted it out to his wife a few days ago. A huge scandal erupted, and she left, slamming the door, now for good. That was the last straw in everything, but the main reason lay elsewhere: Andrey was completely unable to have children, and his wife wanted them very badly. And though she was a bitch and demanding, she couldn't get pregnant by another man, even though Andrey himself had agreed to it. So they lived with this eternal problem in their hearts; it weighed on them, impossible to forget or silence.

Because of this, she became irritable, nervous, even more bitchy than before. They wouldn't talk for days, sometimes weeks. Sex became a bland dish for them, without any spark; they could even skip condoms, not pretending everything was fine. Eternal depression hung in the air, and just a few days ago, it all seemed to end. But there was a catch. Andrey loved his wife very much, so much that he endured her bad moods and forgave everything for years, and now he was thinking about her too. This morning, thoughts raced through his head, but the boss's call began to bring them into order.

"This is going to be something," Andrey muttered to himself, leaving his recently still cozy apartment.

With these pleasant thoughts, he got into his new BMW and within minutes was heading to meet an important event in his work and life. And in his head was a complex mix of worries and fantasies about short skirts, narrow hips, high heels, long curls, and even pussies dripping with pleasure juice. All of this could happen today, and he wanted it so badly, to escape all these bad thoughts of recent days. Meanwhile, a pleasant sensation arose in his pants from his not-yet-erect but already trying-to-break-free member.

The day was wonderful, sunny, with small clouds drifting across the sky, a light breeze pushing them from one edge of the sky to the other. Splashes of water cheerfully flew from under the wheels of the car speeding through yesterday's puddles. Everything was so good and wonderful that it was hard to believe he could mess up the presentation or make any mistakes. On the contrary, it seemed everything should go perfectly, and he could admire the beautiful models posing in front of equally impressive cars. All bad thoughts, actions, and desires were in the background; now the main thing was to perform well, and after that, have a good time, pick up a girl, and have fun with her, or go to a bar with colleagues.

Some thoughts felt good not only in the soul but also in the pants, and this was very pleasant after several months of a complete break from sex. It seemed now Andrey could fuck a regiment of enraged Amazons. The car sped toward the center, to a large building rented by the firm specifically for this presentation. Of course, all this would cost a pretty penny, but the subsequent increase in sales shouldn't be long in coming. Half an hour later, Andrey was entering the main building through large doors, and in the corridor, he was met by his friend and work colleague Pavel. Both were dressed to the nines today in new suits and rented expensive cufflinks and watches—such things were beyond their means, but the boss said the firm's fate was at stake, and they simply had to rent these items.

"You're on time; it starts in about 10 minutes," his friend said right away.

"Ready?"

"Our job is to smile at the invited rich folks, drink champagne in moderation, and while doing so, talk about the company's new offers. So I'm ready."

"Well, then let's go, my friend. The main thing is not to get lost and extract as much benefit as possible from all this for the firm and personally for ourselves. You know what I mean?"

"I know. I've wanted that myself for a long time. If it works out, the night will be wild, or else I think I've turned into a walking dead man."

Together, the friends entered a large hall where well-appointed tables were set up in front of the stage. Along one wall was a bar counter, and behind it, accordingly, a bar with drinks and a cheerful bartender—everything as it should be. On stage, a violinist was playing, warming up the arriving audience. The stage itself was large, level with the floor, and featured luxurious cars of various expensive brands at different angles, leading to the end of the stage, which concluded with a view of a starry sky. Around the cars, girl models flitted in short skirts or short shorts; this sight was simply magnificent, and it was hard to look away.

Some people sat at the tables, others strolled at the back of the hall where sofas and large plants stood; some sat on the sofas and talked. The men were dressed in strict suits, the women in evening dresses, but among them were also models in tiny skirts, shiny tops, and towering stilettos, which looked extremely sexy and attractive. You could easily approach any of them, talk, invite them for a drink, while enjoying her charms—nipples protruding under the fabric of the top, seductive, moist lips, and slender legs. The lights began to dim, and the director stepped onto the stage. He was short and fat (so behind his back they called him "Kolobok"—the round bun). He began to speak quickly but clearly, as he always could, and the hall listened, with occasional applause, often feigned, as everything had been planned in advance.

After multiple rounds of clapping and conversations with his friend, Andrey approached the bar. Behind the counter stood a sexy blonde in a short skirt and shiny top (of course, one of the models), languidly finishing a cocktail. At first, she looked somewhere into the distance, then shifted her gaze to the bartender, as if assessing him, and then to our hero, studying his face.

"You are manly and sexy," she unexpectedly said, running her palm over his pants in the fly area and looking Andrey straight in the eyes. He also looked into her eyes—they were green and had nothing in common with his wife's brown eyes, which was pleasant.

"Won't you treat a lady? And she, of course, will repay you in full, if you wish, young man."

Andrey couldn't refuse such an offer. He had thought sex would definitely happen today, but with some prostitute or one of the employees, not with a model. And he said:

"Bartender, a signature drink for the lady, on me!"

With light movements of his hands, some wonderful cocktail with fruit slices was prepared and served to the blonde, who began to sip it erotically through a straw, glancing at Andrey from time to time. After drinking it, she moved closer to him and whispered in his ear:

"Want to have some fun? I know a wonderful little spot in the storage room."

"This is Marina, my cousin. She's a virgin and afraid of men. Give her a good night. As I see, you're not against sex with a lady, and next time, if you want, you'll get me too."

With these words, the blonde disappeared into the passage, closing the door and leaving Andrey alone with the new stranger, who looked at him with her expressive eyes while gripping the bed with her hands. Andrey sat on the other part of the bed and turned to her.

"What is this performance? Did you really decide to lose your virginity like this?"

"Yes, there's no other way. I don't communicate with men, and my sister offered to help," the girl said timidly, averting her gaze.

"And if I'm bad, if I have AIDS, finally, doesn't that bother you?"

"It doesn't really matter anymore. I'm 24, I'm sick, and I'll die soon, and I'm still a virgin. I just want to have a good night, no matter with whom. But don't worry, it's not contagious. I've spent all my time in hospitals and at home; there was no chance to meet people and live normally."

"That's sad. Do you think this will help you?"

"Yes. Come and fuck me properly. Tonight I'm yours. Use me as you want, as a cheap slut, as a sex doll, fuck and fill all my holes with cum. I want this, and I'll be pliant and tender!"

Andrey moved closer to the girl and kissed her deeply. She responded, and their tongues met. Hers turned out to be very quick and tenacious, and it was a pleasant start. With his hand, he was already going under her skirt, found her panties, and began stroking her pubis and labia right through them, while the girl slightly spread her legs. With his other hand, he pressed her to himself. After finishing kissing, Andrey told her to sit up, put a pillow under her back, and spread her legs wide. Meanwhile, he pulled off her already slightly damp panties (pink thongs), sniffed them, threw them on the bed, and, taking off everything except his T-shirt and underwear, set to work diligently on the girl's pussy.

Her labia were spread, and the pink folds of the inner lips protruded slightly outward, showing the young hole in all its glory. The girl was breathing unevenly, and at the first touch of his tongue to her trembling flesh, she flinched slightly but soon calmed down. Andrey's tongue began moving up and down her labia, causing them to protrude even more and redden. He also licked near the hole without entering it, and the girl moaned softly. Then the action moved to the clitoral area. Finding it with his tongue, the hero began licking around it, and then the clitoris itself, causing Marina to moan loudly, gripping the sheet with her hands and clenching it. Lubrication flowed from her vagina. His tongue began to penetrate the hole, not deeply, just enough to cause pleasant sensations, and kept returning outside. With his hands, Andrey caressed the girl's thighs and, coating a finger in her lubrication, carefully inserted it into her ass. Moaning more strongly, she said:

"I'm going to come now."

There was already a lot of lubrication, and Andrey swallowed it, as it was quite tasty. Her skirt was pulled up, and all the remaining lubrication dripped onto its lower part, while the hero was fucking the girl's ass with his index finger. Unexpectedly, the girl fell silent, arched sharply, and trembled under her first orgasm in her life (not counting masturbation, of course). Her gaze became wandering, and her body tensed. Andrey's finger felt the muscles contracting in her ass and was glad to have delivered her first sexual pleasure in life. A moment later, everything stopped. She went limp, and he lay down next to her and kissed her. They lay like that for about 20 minutes in complete peace.

Later, Andrey deftly unbuttoned her skirt and took it off, asking the girl to remove her blouse and bra. Marina also took off Andrey's T-shirt and, seeing his erect member standing like a pole, removed his underwear, seeing his 18 cm beauty. First, she began to jerk him off with her hand, then licked his balls (as she had always dreamed during masturbation), then kissed the head and took it in her mouth. Her movements were unsure, but after so many weeks of abstinence, our guy felt very good.

"Got her going well," he thought, "but first I'll come on her chest or stomach so I can fuck her pussy longer afterward."

Now she had swallowed half his member and was sucking it very diligently with a pleased expression, and the hero, feeling he was at the peak, signaled for her to lie on her back and came vigorously on her stomach. Marina took the semen with her finger and cautiously tasted it; later, having savored it, she licked the fallen member and balls, greedily swallowing the remaining seed.

When his friend began to fill with new strength, Andrey placed a pre-prepared pillow under the beauty's ass (after caressing a bit between her legs), causing juice to appear again, and she automatically spread her legs wider while looking unwaveringly at his face. And he looked at her face, seeing how her eyes and lips glistened in the light of the remaining night lighting, and she was smiling, meaning she probably felt good from these thoughts. Arousal grew more and more, and now his erect member touched the entrance to her pussy with its head.

"Enter me, I've waited so long for this!" she said loudly and clearly.

Andrey hesitated no more. He directed all his power to his shaft and entered the girl gently. First, the head plunged, parting the pink little lips, then part of the shaft, and the lips began to drag along it, smearing the lubrication. A couple of seconds later, he hit something; the girl tensed slightly, but nothing could stop him now. Slowing slightly with a squelching sound, he went further, pulling the tender labia along. And now the member was fully inserted, and Andrey let Marina get used to the new sensations.

"Does it hurt, darling?"

"Just a little, darling. You're doing it very gently," the girl moaned.

Andrey began to press slightly on the barrier. The girl tensed and looked intently at him, and a few moments later, he overcame it and was buried to the balls. Marina shuddered and pressed against him, and he began to move slowly inside her, back and forth, and she began to moan from the new strange sensations. Everything mixed—the feeling of pain and new, unclear but pleasant sensations. Andrey moved and moved, and a little blood appeared on his member. Moving inside the very tight and wet little pussy was very pleasant, and quite soon he felt he was about to come. Remembering her words, without thinking long, Andrey stopped and came vigorously right into her freshly unwrapped pussy. Marina at that moment felt his member pulsing and the hot semen spreading.

Pulling out his member, he collapsed next to her and kissed her cheeks, lips, and other places. With his hands, he caressed her breasts, thighs, legs, and passing near her pussy, noticed his semen flowing out. Andrey began to gently wipe the mixture of lubrication, semen, and blood from her.

She said nothing; everything was clear without words. She just looked with her big, brown eyes, slightly surprised, still not fully understanding what had happened. Picking her up, Andrey carried her to the adjacent bathroom and washed all her tender places with warm water. Marina didn't resist, surrendering completely to his power, looking and looking at him.

"You have beautiful eyes, expressive. I can't stop looking."

"Thank you, darling, for everything," she said quietly and smiled shyly, and in that smile, there was something elusive, childlike, and very pleasant.

And then he carried her to the bed, and they just lay there, staring, not knowing what to ask each other after all this.

"Is it easier now, or what? I don't understand. Are you at least a little happy from all this?"

"It didn't get worse. It's even a bit pleasant, and you feel like a full-fledged person, at least for a while, and that's very nice and good."

She put her head on his shoulder, closed her eyes, and froze, as if trying to sleep, but sleep, of course, didn't come.

"Are you okay?"

"Everything's fine, darling. If you want, you can go, conquer the world, and continue living life to the fullest." And she smiled sweetly at him, and it was visible that in that smile was genuine tenderness, the way his wife had smiled at him in the first years of their life. And those eyes were somehow similar—brown and bottomless, big and expressive. Everything was such that he didn't even want to leave, conquer the