How I got fucked on Krestovsky Island

Looking back on the past years, I've become convinced that thoughts are often transmitted from one person to another, especially if the latter is the object of the thought. Here's one case. I'm on the subway after work, heading home, feeling a bit annoyed. The thing is, at the end of the day, the director called me in for a report but said not to bring any documents. Obviously, that meant come without panties. I went, and this time he did everything in a hurry; I didn't even have time to finish. On top of that, he usually had his driver take me home, but this time he had to go somewhere himself. So, unsatisfied, I'm riding in a crowded subway. Scanning the crowd of passengers, a very attractive

guy caught my eye, pressing his crotch against the ass of the lady standing in front of him. She tried to move away from him, but the people in front of her were in the way. Watching this scene, I thought—what a foolish woman, I would have given him my ass, and if I fantasized a bit, I'd have given him more. Suddenly, the guy raised his head and our eyes met. For a few seconds, he looked at me, then detached himself from the woman and started making his way toward me. Without knowing why myself, I turned my back in his direction. Finally, he reached me, and I felt a bulge in his pants against my ass. And he brazenly started groping my ass, while I began to subtly sway my hips. He whispered—"What a firm ass you have, who's the lucky guy who gets to see it doggy style?" — "Well, you're quite the bold one, but thanks for the compliment." — "I can do more than just give compliments; I can give a woman extraordinary pleasure." — I was already wet from feeling his aroused cock, but for some reason, I remembered how the director had left me unsatisfied an hour ago — "You men are all such talkers, promising mountains of the extraordinary, and then women have to finish themselves off..." — "I won't tolerate slander against me. Let's ride to Krestovsky and get off; there are plenty of secluded spots where I can prove I'm worth something." We rode to Krestovsky, got off, and quickly found a secluded spot. He hugged me, reached under my skirt, and was surprised I wasn't wearing panties. And when I left the director's office, I never put them back on. After fondling me, he turned me around with my back to him; I leaned my hands against a tree, assuming the position. He gently inserted his thumb into my ass and started teasing my pussy with his other fingers. I was already wet before, but now I was dripping. Usually, guys during spontaneous sex go straight for it, but this one decided to get me even more worked up. He caressed my asshole and pussy, and when he reached my clit, I couldn't hold back anymore—"Just fuck me already!!!" And he drove his cock all the way to my cervix. His hips moved back and forth, making small circular motions, so his cock seemed to massage the walls of my vagina. I moaned from the pleasure, and when the first orgasm hit, I cried out. He pounded me for about fifteen minutes; at the very end, he pulled me hard onto his cock and, with a few thrusts, came, giving me my last and strongest orgasm, and I involuntarily squirted. He pulled his cock out of my pussy, and I immediately sucked off the remains and licked my juices from his balls. — "You're not a talker; you really took care of this girl. Maybe we'll meet again?" — "Why not, let's exchange numbers." About three weeks passed, and I got a call from him. We agreed on a meeting place. I arrived, was standing there, and some unfamiliar guy approached—"Are you waiting for so-and-so?" — "Yes!" — "Let's go, I have a car; he's waiting for you at Krestovsky." We arrived at that same spot, but he wasn't there. After a while, a call came—"Sorry, there's a problem at work, but my friend will do just as well as me. Pass him the phone." He took it, listened, and said to me—"Come on, girl, take off your panties; my friend asked me not to leave you unsatisfied." Like a rabbit before a boa constrictor, I took off my panties and leaned my hands against the tree. Everything else was exactly the same as the first time. A few weeks later, another call came; I was already curious about who would show up. It wasn't the first or the second guy; he took me to Krestovsky and fucked me. I waited impatiently for the next call. And I got it. I arrived and was stunned; three guys were waiting for me at once. They put me in a car and took me to some apartment. The guys sent me to the bathroom, where an enema was lying in plain sight. While I was in the bathroom, they set the table. We sat at the table completely naked. After a couple of glasses of wine, the guys drew lots to see who would go first. That evening and well into the night, they took turns fucking me, and together, with no violence or humiliation. Each time, before doing anything to me, they asked—"Is this okay?" Polite young men. Sadly, that was our only evening together.