Toy Collection. Part 2.

I woke up to something warm and pleasant enveloping me below my stomach. My head ached a bit from the drinking. I realized someone was giving me a blowjob. Oh, bliss, waking up like this, and then I tensed up. But who? I couldn't remember anything from around midnight. Opening my eyes, I only saw a blanket moving over my crotch. I hope it's not a guy. My brain frantically tried to recall all the details of my buddy Ilya's birthday party. We were at his cottage, there were a lot of people, girls too, probably three or four per guy. So who the fuck is under the blanket?

"Vaska, damn it, what the hell!" I yelled, yanking the blanket off.

Vaska is Vasilisa,

Ilya's younger sister. A tomboy girl whom I saw in a dress for the first time in my life yesterday. She was... oh shit, she's a minor.

"Have you lost your mind, how did you even get here? What are you doing?"

The girl tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and looked at me, releasing my cock from her mouth.

"Why are you whining like a woman? And where did I 'get here'? I'm actually at my own home!"

"Ilya will skin me alive..."

"Screw him, what a guardian he is."

"Why the hell are you setting me up, you're underage."

"Hello, I turned 18 a month ago, hello?"

"Seriously?"

"Seriously!!" she mimicked me and made an ugly grimace.

"And did we... you know... fuck last night?"

"Well, if you can call it that."

"Could I have a few more details?"

"Yeah, I dragged you here, took you from some chick. Rode you for like an hour, probably, and you never came, then passed out."

"Fuuuck, I don't remember a damn thing... so it didn't happen."

"Convenient excuse," the girl got out of bed.

She was completely naked and looked very sexy. I had never looked at her from that perspective before. She dressed like a tomboy and you couldn't tell her figure from her clothes at all. On her tanned body were two tattoos: right above her pubic area in English it said 'I am not a child', and on the inside of her forearm was some flower, like a lily. Her firm, high breasts were covered in an even tan, her nipples were small, pyramid-shaped, and dark. Her pubic area was perfectly smooth and also showed no trace of underwear. Likes to sunbathe naked, the little brat.

Vaska headed towards the shower.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"To the shower.."

"Don't you want to finish something?" I hinted at the unfinished blowjob.

"No," she answered calmly and disappeared behind the door.

"What a little bitch."

I jumped up and ran after her, the door wasn't closed, so she was waiting. I grabbed her by the hair and pressed her against the wall.

"What, you thought you could tease me?"

"Oh, oh, aren't we angry," she replied, pushing her ass into my crotch.

I grabbed my shaft and shoved it between her legs. She was ready, her pussy was wet. Her ass was simply fire. I fucked her without mercy, and the noise of the water drowned out almost all sounds. I lowered her to her knees and came on her face, and she greedily licked all the remaining cum off the head.

We left the room at different times and Ilya, I think, never found out.

I spent the rest of the day at home remembering the recent sex and the pizza delivery girl. I couldn't understand what I liked so much about her, why besides physical pleasure I also got immense moral satisfaction. She wasn't the greatest beauty, I'd had many girls much better than her. So what was it? I understood that right now I would choose her again, not some silicone doll. Status — it suddenly hit me! All my contacts were with glamorous, rich, high-status girls. This is interesting, I should check it out.

The next evening I was sitting in an inexpensive cafe eating their relatively tasty food. I was looking. Looking for a simple girl, but not an ugly one, of course. Otherwise, I just wouldn't get hard. At the next table, an argument was brewing:

"How can this be, you promised me, you said if you couldn't make it, then I could go with Ira. She's definitely going, and I'm without a vacation again," the girl was almost crying.

"So what? Are you going to whine about this now?" answered the guy in glasses.

The girl lowered her gaze to her plate, her face flushed. She was quite cute: blonde, straight long hair, skinny, slender.

"I didn't fly to the sea at all for three years before you and so what???" the guy raised his voice, stood up abruptly, and headed for the exit.

The girl wiped away a tear with her palm, took her phone, and dialed, apparently, her boyfriend.

"Where did you go? I haven't even finished eating? What do you mean home? And me?"

She slammed her phone on the table so hard that all the patrons turned to look at her. High-class relationship — I thought. But she's not bad, beautiful, legs, ass, breasts, all top-notch. The girl took a glass of coffee and went outside. I followed her.

"Damn, he left..."

"Did something happen?" I asked.

The girl flinched and turned around. Blue eyes glistened with tears.

"Nothing, everything's fine."

"But you're a bad liar."

"And have we already switched to informal 'you'?"

"I was a witness to your argument, sitting at the next table."

"Well, sorry if we disturbed you."

"Aha, we're on informal terms after all, great!"

The girl smiled faintly.

"Is that your boyfriend?"

"Okay, even so, disagreements over a vacation?"

She nodded. How pretty she was, I so wanted to grab her, throw her in the car, and take her to my place.

"Where were you planning to go?"

"To Greece. My best friend is flying there too and I really wanted to go."

"So it's just a money issue?"

She nodded again.

"And how much do you need?"

"What difference does it make, why the sudden interest?"

"Maybe I can help."

"Yeah, you'll give me money.."

"Why not?"

"Why would you do that?"

"People should have vacations. I see you really want this."

I really can give you the money.

"And in return?"

"Spend some time with me, let's get to know each other."

"Uh, no, who do you think I am, I'm not a prostitute, I don't earn money that way."

"I'm not offering you sex, just let's get acquainted, talk, become friends, and I'll help you with the vacation as a friend."

The girl didn't trust a single word.

"Okay, you're too worked up right now, just write down my number, if you want — call."

"Okay, dictate it, but it's unlikely I'll call."

I offered to give her a ride, but she refused. We parted ways there. Honestly, I didn't believe she would call, but two days later a message came on Telegram with just one word: "hello." We started talking, she had another fight with her boyfriend, she asked if my offer was still valid. I said yes and invited her out somewhere for dinner. The girl's name was Alina, I picked her up at eight in the evening. She was in a sexy black dress. We went to a restaurant, then to the movies for the last showing. Strangely enough, her boyfriend didn't call even once. I wanted her very much, but was afraid of scaring her off.

"It's so late already," said Alina as we left the cinema.

"Yeah, time flies with you unnoticed."

"Will you take me home?"

"Of course," I answered, and as we were driving, I continued: "How much do you need for the vacation?"

"Forget it, I didn't meet with you for the money."

"Then for what?"

She looked at me offended.

"I didn't mean it like that. I just wanted to know why you agreed?"

The girl thought, adjusted a strand of light hair.

"I don't know, I wanted to distract myself from everything, just relax and not think about anything."

"Did it work?"

"Yes, thank you very much. You spent a lot of money."

"Nonsense, I enjoyed being with you too."

I parked the car near her entrance and tried to kiss her goodbye.

"No, don't... sorry," and she got out of the car.

Near the entrance door, she turned around and nodded her head as if apologetically.

I wasn't sure I would get anywhere with her, so I called my friend's sister.

"Vasyush, hi, what are you up to?"

"Masturbating to your photo!"

"Eww, you're so gross."

"What did you want?"

"You, come over to my place."

"Ok, come get me."

The night was hot, I fucked her hard right on the floor in the living room, and then again in bed before sleep. And in the morning she pounced on my one-eyed snake again, but now I knew exactly who was under the blanket.

I thought about Alina, but decided not to text her first, and two days later she called and asked me to come over.

"What do I need to do?" she asked, getting into the car.

"I don't understand..."

"I need money, I'm ready for anything... within reason, of course."

"Umm, well you've really stumped me."

"You do want me, right?"

"It's hard not to want you! But what changed your mood!? Last time you refused a kiss, and now you're ready to jump under my blanket."

"I think he cheated on me... I want to leave..."

"Ahh, I see. With your friend?"

"Yes, she's buying tickets tomorrow."

There it is, luck is on my side, she's trapped and I decided to take advantage of it.

"On a business trip."

"We go to my place and I do whatever I want with you, within limits, of course. Nothing too hardcore. And in the morning when I leave, the full amount for your vacation will be in your account!"

Alina looked at me fearfully. I was 80 percent sure she would tell me to fuck off and get out of the car. But she closed her eyes and silently nodded. I parked the car and we went up to the 8th floor. The apartment was spacious, with good renovations.

"What are you going to do with me?"

I plopped down in a leather armchair and waited. I heard the girl take a shower, brush her hair for a long time, and after a while she came in. My jaw dropped in amazement. Long hair cascaded down her arms and back. Her breasts were covered by a black bra with purple lace, panties of the same color. A flat stomach with a belly button piercing. Black stockings.

"Wow, you look gorgeous," I said, pulling my pants and underwear down to my knees. "Take it in your cheek!"

"Go take a shower if you want! Change into something else and put on some shoes."

The girl returned about twenty minutes later in a red lace peignoir and high-heeled shoes.

"Outfits are a pass. Sit next to me." Alina sat on my right and leaned against me. I took her hand and placed my limp cock in it. She began to stroke it, and when it rose a little, she started slowly jerking it off. I watched TV, I was fine with everything, I had time until morning to use this girl like a thing. The arousal became unbearable and I sat her down on my cock.

"Open your eyes!" I ordered.

Alina opened her eyes, her gaze was depressed. I squeezed her firm buttocks and thrust my hips. Her pussy was only slightly roomier than her anus. How I wished her boyfriend could see this. I pounded her hole like a jackhammer. The neighbors either envied us or hated us. I came on her flat stomach and we went to the bathroom together. The fire in her eyes that was there at our first meeting had gone out. Now, I think, she hated me. But I didn't care, I took what I wanted.

In the morning, I satisfied myself with Alina once more, climbing on top of her while she was still sleepy. She was silent and moaned quietly into her palm. Before leaving, I asked how much the tour cost, transferred the money to her card, and went home. I hope she had a good time in Greece afterwards.