Crisis History
I decided to write about a story that recently happened to a 23-year-old girl named Katya.
Katya works as an assistant to the head of a medium-sized construction company. She has an excellent figure, long blonde hair, neat size B breasts, and a charming smile. It's worth mentioning that she recently modeled for an Italian clothing catalog and was featured on the cover.
At work, she has excellent relationships with her colleagues, but overall, the company's affairs were not going very well. There had been no projects for a long time, and as a result, a 5-month backlog of salary payments had accumulated. So she had to go into debt just to get by. But in April, a large contract was
signed, which promised a substantial advance payment soon and the settlement of all debts. The company's finances were managed by the financial director, an old friend of the business owner, Dmitry Alexandrovich, a 45-year-old man of average height, with a slight beer belly, a small bald spot, but a very pleasant and interesting man to talk to.And on Friday evening, after a meeting that dragged on until 6 o'clock, Dmitry Alexandrovich asked Katya to keep him company, to go and sit in a restaurant to kill time, as he was invited to a friend's anniversary party starting at 9. Katya readily agreed; she was invited to a club later that night, and she didn't really feel like going home before that. The thing is, she lives with a roommate, and their relationship had recently started to deteriorate.
At the restaurant, the conversation was initially about work, then, as they drank more wine, it shifted to more relaxed topics. Dmitry Alexandrovich was very witty, joked a lot, and the atmosphere was very easy. Katya shared her financial difficulties, about how she was waiting for her pay, that she needed to repay her debt. Dmitry promised to help. He told her about his plans for the evening and invited Katya to join him, but she refused because she was already busy. Around 8 p.m., they paid the bill. Dmitry suggested going to his place so he could change, and then he would give Katya a ride, as geographically the anniversary party was not far from her home. Katya agreed.
They arrived at Dmitry's place. It was already around 9, the sun was setting below the horizon, and the window offered a beautiful view of evening Moscow.
— Awesome apartment, so huge, and what a magical view! — Katya walked over to the window and watched the evening bustle.
— Thank you
Dmitry turned on some calm music, poured wine, and brought a glass to Katya.
She slowly drank her wine while he changed somewhere in the room. She felt amazing, a light buzz slightly dizzying her head, the view of spring evening Moscow was very soothing. She didn't notice Dmitry, who quietly approached her from behind and hugged her.
— You are incredibly beautiful, Katya. — he said
That day she was wearing a black knee-length skirt and a white shirt, unbuttoned a bit lower than on other days.
— Thank you — she replied shyly.
With one arm, he hugged her around the stomach, and with the other around her chest area. He leaned towards her neck and gently kissed it.
— Don't — said Katya
— Sorry, I couldn't help myself, it's the wine's effect.
She smiled in response.
— Can you grant me one wish? — asked Dmitry
— What is it? — asked Katya
— Can I kiss you? Just once, I've been dreaming about it for a long time
There's nothing terrible about one kiss, she thought, especially from such a man.
— If it's just once — she replied
Katya turned her head towards Dmitry, and he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. They stood by the window. He stood behind, pressed her against himself and kissed her. His hands began to caress Katya's beautiful body, he touched her breasts, her neck, stroked her stomach. Gradually, he began to lead her towards the desk standing next to the window. He brought her right up against it.
— Dima, enough — Katya said, pulling away from his lips.
She could feel his erect penis pressing against her buttocks, how he was breathing deeply.
— Sorry, I can't stop — he replied and started kissing her again.
Katya tried to turn her head away and shake off his hands.
— Enough! — she said
— I want you — he replied and pushed her onto the desk. Her face ended up pressed against some documents. Meanwhile, Dmitry grabbed her arm, twisted it behind her back, and pressed it, so that it hurt Katya and she couldn't lift herself up. With his free hand, he quickly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down along with his underwear. His penis, about 20 centimeters long and quite thick, was in a state of readiness.
— Don't, no, stop! — Katya screamed
But he didn't hear anything; he unzipped her skirt, pulled it off her, yanked off her beautiful white thong, and began to enter. The penis went in very tightly; Katya was dry. He pulled out the head of his penis, spat on his hand, moistened it with saliva, brought his penis to Katya's vagina, and thrust into her with full force. He began to fuck her at high speed, entering all the way. Katya screamed, it hurt her, his penis reached her uterus, painfully hitting it, she screamed, tears streamed from her eyes. After about three minutes, she no longer resisted, just stood by the desk and endured the pain. Dmitry fucked her roughly but gradually began to slow down. Katya felt his penis tense inside her and Dmitry began to cum inside her. With each movement, he released more and more semen. After a few moments, he stopped and collapsed onto Katya, pinning her to the desk. She was crying.
— Forgive me — he said — come on, I'll take you to the bathroom.
He led Katya to the bathroom; she was silent, tears flowing from her eyes.
He took off her shirt, bra, pulled down her stockings, turned on the warm water, and placed Katya in the bathtub. Now he saw her in all her glory: a sporty, slender figure, beautiful breasts, her blonde hair was loose, she was beautiful. He left the bathroom, leaving her alone. Katya gradually began to come to her senses; she pinned up her hair, turned on the shower, and stood under the stream of warm water. Meanwhile, Dmitry drank more wine, but the image of naked Katya standing before him wouldn't leave his head. He drank another glass. "Come what may," he thought. He took off his shirt, pants, socks, and underwear and went into the bathroom. His penis was erect again.
Because of the noise of the water, Katya didn't hear that she was not alone again. He hugged her again; she felt his erect penis and understood that a repeat was awaiting her. He bent her over towards the wall and entered her again. He began to fuck her just as hard as by the window, his penis plunging into her to its full length. Katya cried again. He held her roughly by her long hair with one hand, by the waist with the other; her hands were against the bathroom wall. Dmitry watched as his penis entered her; this sight excited him even more. He wanted to fuck Katya in the ass.
With one hand, he squeezed a bit of liquid soap from a tube standing next to the faucet, pulled his penis out of Katya, and lubricated the head with soap. The thought of anal sex excited him to the limit; his penis was rock hard. He pressed Katya's back so that she was pressed against the wall and her butt was arched out as much as possible; with his other hand, he grabbed her side near her stomach, placed the head against her butt, and forcefully inserted it. Katya screamed; it felt like she was being torn apart, the pain was wild. She tried to break free, but he held her tightly, and the sharp movements only made it hurt more. She had never had anal sex before. She felt every vein, every millimeter on Dmitry's penis, her butt was gripping him so tightly. He fucked her for a long time, with such sharp thrusts into her. And only after about 5 minutes did he begin to slow down; his penis tensed again and she felt semen inside her. Dmitry pulled his penis out of her butt and left the bathroom, leaving her alone.
After 10 minutes, he returned, took the soap, lifted Katya, washed her, dried her, and carried her to the room. Katya remained silent all this time; she was in pain and very hurt for herself, for what had been done to her. He laid her on the bed and began to admire her. Then he went to the closet, took out his camera, and took several pictures. Excitement began to wash over him again; his penis became erect again. He lay on top of Katya, spread her legs—she no longer resisted—and began to fuck her again. She looked him in the eyes; from this gaze, Dmitry felt uneasy. He pulled his penis out of her, sat on her so that his legs pinned her hands to the bed so she couldn't move, and tried to put his penis in her mouth. Katya tightly clenched her lips. Dmitry realized he couldn't make her suck it and began to masturbate. After a couple of minutes, he came on her face. There wasn't much semen. He took the camera and took a couple more pictures, then got off her.
— I called a taxi; it will arrive in 20 minutes. Get yourself together.
— What a bastard you are, I hate you. — Katya said angrily.
She got up from the bed and began looking for her clothes.
— Listen, yes, I behaved badly, but what's done is done. I was drunk, you came to my place yourself. Don't do anything stupid. In return, I'll try to make sure you get your salary and bonuses paid, but if you tell anyone, I'll send the photos to your parents, friends, to your school, to everyone, so they all see what you've become.
— Bastard — she replied.
Putting on her shirt, she took her purse and ran out of the apartment.
"What an evening," thought Dmitry, and began getting ready for the anniversary party.
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