Recipe
Everyday life gets boring. When everything is planned and predictable, people quickly start to get bored. Especially young girls, adventurous spirits, craving excitement and who haven't yet forgotten their belief in miracles. And in winter in St. Petersburg, they sink into gloom altogether. It's hard to surprise them with a date on a roof (it's cold, slippery, and the neighbors might even call the cops), an invitation to the theater (what the hell kind of theater is that?), or a walk through the night city ("they won't let me into the dorm at night, and I'm not going to your place!"). But mysterious unknown beckons them, like a juicy carrot in front of a hungry donkey's nose. Just hint to a girl that she might solve an unusual riddle, lift the veil
of mystery — and she'll obediently run in the direction you want.Olya was exactly like that: young, adventurous, curious. She had just begun to discover the world of sensual pleasures, devouring erotic stories and exploring her own desires. Playful and willful, she liked to tease her admirers, provoking them. Olya wanted to be conquered, to feel those emotions she so loved reading about. But reality has a way of not meeting expectations. And the girl began to devote more and more time to the virtual world. I don't know what drew her to my story specifically (perhaps the phrase "write if you want to feel something similar"), but Olya wrote.
Our communication continued for quite a long time. I had to constantly stoke the girl's curiosity, changing the style of communication, being a tender romantic and dreamer, and then turning into a demanding, lustful beast. But I love such games, I love contrasts in communication. All facets of pleasure are revealed only through variety, and sharp transitions from tenderness to roughness only emphasize the enjoyment. In this pleasant way, I learned a lot about the girl and her desires, just as she did about me. For Olya, only one thing remained behind the veil of mystery — my appearance. Although the girl tried to demand my photos, she always received only a refusal. And sometimes punishment. For being naughty. Finding out who he is — the author of the porn stories that turned her on, awakened base desires, sometimes outraged her, but more often made her feel sweet humiliation — that became Olya's carrot. And I was interested in making this "donkey" run into my stable.
At first, it was just a fun game, but gradually I began to get turned on by the idea of possessing this sweet girl in such a way that she wouldn't even see me. It wasn't easy to convince Olya to come to the first meeting with a blindfold, but it's so thrilling and unusual — to feel the touches and caresses of a person you can only imagine by voice and communication. The carrot beckoned the starving donkey, and the desire to experience everything we discussed, everything she imagined while reading the stories, made the girl accept my conditions.
Curiosity killed the cat. If I were some kind of maniac, Olya would also suffer because of this treacherous feeling. Fortunately, I am white (untanned) and fluffy (increased hairiness in certain areas), so the girl was threatened by nothing except orgasms and vivid memories.
We agreed that Olya would come to my place in the evening. After the intercom call, I left the door open and went to the kitchen. The girl was to enter the room, undress down to her underwear, and put on the eye mask.
From the kitchen, I hear Olya hesitantly enter the apartment. A brief rustling in the hallway, a deep sigh before entering the room. Rustling again. Finally, silence falls. I wait another minute and go to enjoy my prey. Adrenaline rages in my blood, tasty game has run into my lair on its own.
The girl in the blindfold stands in the center of the room, her small chest heaving from heavy breathing, tense nipples visible through the white bra. The unknown frightens and excites. I come closer, run my hand over her cheek. Olya shudders, wants to say something, but doesn't dare. I slip the bra strap off her shoulder. Barely perceptible touches, making the girl's skin break out in goosebumps. I stroke her flat stomach, touching the edge of her panties. I pull them down a little. I step back a bit to enjoy the view. Defenseless, but not yet conquered innocence. Tenderness from such a sensual picture fights within me with the desire to pounce on the unsuspecting prey, biting the yielding flesh and eliciting moans of pain and pleasure.
"I imagined it just like this," I whisper, touching my lips to her earlobe. A light kiss at the very corner of her full lips. The girl exhales sharply — she had been standing there holding her breath all this time. I step behind her, move her hair aside with one hand, exposing her slender neck, the other hand explores the girl's stomach. Olya shudders from my hot breath, and after the touch of long stubble, a wave runs through the girl's body. Hundreds of coarse hairs irritate nerve endings, Olya tries to pull away from this sweet torture, but I don't let go, continuing to tickle her sensitive neck. How pleasant it is to feel the girl arching in my hands, offering less sensitive areas to my touches, but then she can't bear it and again receives this painful pleasure, when you simultaneously want it to stop immediately and to last forever. I play with my prey like this for a while, then start nibbling on such a tempting neck. Barely audible moans and heavy breathing caress my hearing, and my fingers roughly caress this yielding body, feeling and squeezing every fold. My left hand slowly rises up, squeezing her throat a little and forcing Olya to throw her head back, my right hand forcefully kneads her firm ass, not letting the girl pull away and forcing her to arch. I sink into her parted lips, penetrating my tongue into the hot depth. Olya responds impulsively, willingly playing with her little tongue. During the caresses, I remove the bra that's hindering me from playing with her sharp nipples.
Initial tenderness gives way to animal passion, and I'm no longer kissing but biting her soft lips, squeezing my victim's throat harder, feeling her convulsive movements and such sweet fear. A couple of quick slaps on the ass, and now my fingers penetrate the dripping hole. Tormenting an excited pussy, just by moving the soaked panties aside — there's something special about that! Excitement drives me crazy, the squelching sounds from the quick finger movements, the hoarse moans of the gasping girl, her fingers digging into my hand...
"How deliciously you're afraid." I practically growl into my victim's ear. I ease the pressure on her throat, giving her a chance to catch her breath. "And how sweetly you moan!" I speed up the movements in the narrow hole, tearing a drawn-out moan from Olya. And I sharply pull my fingers out of the lustful hole, getting a plaintive whimper in response. "And as for coming, you'll have to work for it!"
I turn the girl to face me by her shoulders. Lips swollen from kisses, parted from heavy breathing, hair disheveled on her forehead, neck reddened from my fingers. I enjoy the sight of the conquered female, press on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees. The girl understands me immediately, leaning on me with her hands (with her eyes blindfolded it's unfamiliar to her), sinks down. She reaches for my underwear with her hands, striving to get to my cock, but I cut off her attempts.
"This job is only for your mouth."
Wrapping her hair around my fist, I pull the girl's face to the waistband of my underwear. After a few unsuccessful attempts, Olya manages to free the weapon straining for battle from its tight prison. Wet lips envelop my helmet, a soft tongue quickly slides along the shaft. The girl manages to do it incredibly tenderly and erotically, I let her work a bit at her own pace. Enjoying the caresses, I spread the girl's thighs with my foot, start playing with her excited slit with my toe. Through the wet panties, I press on her clit, sometimes going lower, trying to push my toe along with the panties deeper into the hole. My actions provoke greater effort, Olya moves her head faster, increasing my pleasure. But it can be increased even more. With a jerk by the hair, I pull the sucker away from her favorite toy.
"Well, why are you sucking like an inexperienced virgin? Did you come here to play the innocent?!"
"N-no..." Her voice is a bit frightened, but excited.
"That's right, you came here to give me pleasure with your lustful holes. Isn't that right?!"
"Yes." I lightly kick the wet panties with my foot, a shiver runs through Olya's body.
"You're leaking like a leaky bucket, so show me! Smack, moan, stop holding back!" I impale the hot mouth onto my cock with one movement, making the girl choke and gag. Olya quickly gets a hold of herself and starts actively moving her head, moaning softly and sucking the cock in with a smacking sound. How good! To distract myself a bit and not come ahead of time, I continue playing with the dripping hole with my foot. I move the already soaked-through panties aside and plunge into the hot slit, tightly gripping my toe. "And move with your lower hole too, such a swamp simply must squelch when moving."
At these words, Olya moans even louder and starts impaling herself on my leg. The moans and squelching intensify, but the quality of the blowjob significantly drops. So I wrap the long hair around my fist again and start fucking the lustful mouth deeply, getting high on how the girl gags on my cock. Saliva drips down, her hands press against my legs, but the wet slit continues to move on my toe. I let her catch her breath a bit and then continue pounding my cock into my victim's narrow throat. Spasms in her throat, convulsive attempts to break free from my hands. Oh, what a high! The girl's fear and helplessness only inflame me.
"You're choking on my cock, but you keep impaling your lustful hole on my leg." I pat her saliva-wet cheek with my palm. "Do you like this kind of treatment?" The girl is silent, only her convulsive breathing is audible. A forward movement of my leg, literally hammering my toe into the yielding hole, and a ringing slap. "You need to answer my questions."
"Gdaaa" She mumbles something unintelligible.
"Louder." I insert my cock even deeper.
"Gdaaa!"
"Then try not to spill a drop, so my attitude doesn't change. And don't forget to moan!"
How I love impaling a narrow throat on my cock! Just using an available hole, thinking only of my own pleasure, getting high on the resistance of a frightened female, enjoying her spasms and convulsive movements. Mmm! I wish I could see her pleading gaze too, but the blindfold gets in the way. However, the inability to see anything sharpens the fear and feeling of helplessness. I drink this waterfall of my victim's emotions, multiplying my orgasm many times over. I shoot my cum deep into Olya's throat. After releasing the last portion of seed, I let go of the girl's head. She immediately pulls away, choking and coughing. Thick saliva mixed with white fluid flows from her mouth.
"Well now, and you showed such promise!" I rub the streaks of cum over her cute face, insert my wet fingers into her mouth and make her lick everything clean. "Come on, try hard, there you go, clever girl, now clean my cock."
The girl blindly searches with her lips over my torso, trying to catch my spent warrior. Finally, she sucks the head inside, licking and sucking out the last drops of cum. She moves further along the shaft, caressing every centimeter with her nimble tongue. At the same time, she doesn't forget to rub her wet pussy against my leg. My whole foot is in her juices, and a small puddle has even dripped onto the floor.
"Enough. Now lick my foot clean, your hole is still leaking, you've made a mess everywhere."
Do I imagine it, or did Olya get embarrassed by these words? How touching! The girl bends down, her hand bumps into the wet spot, she blushes, and starts kissing my foot, gently pressing her lips and caressing with her tongue. The girl's lips slowly move to my toes, she sucks them in one by one, starting with the little toe, gently bites, plays with her tongue, and releases them from her sweet prison. She diligently licks the space between the toes and sucks in the next one. Reaching the big toe, covered in her juices, Olya gets even more turned on, smacking and moaning while sucking. She wants to arouse me quickly to get my cock in her hole. And although my warrior is again showing signs of combat readiness, I want to fully enjoy my prey without letting her come. Olya warned me that after an orgasm she turns into a limp rag, incapable and unwilling to do anything, and penetration is unpleasant for her at that time. So I will only allow her to come after I've had my fill of her body.
"Yes, you love and know how to suck!" I catch the disheveled curls and pull the girl up, making her stand. I step forward, Olya has to step back. This way I lead her to the edge of the bed. "Already can't wait for me to fuck you?"
"Yes..." she answers in an excited whisper, running her hands over my shoulders.
"You'll have to work a little more for that." With a sharp push, I throw the girl onto the bed. From the surprise, Olya cries out, falling backward is always scary, and with a blindfold, not knowing what's behind...
Before me lies the delightful picture of a girl sprawled on the bed, her chest heaving high from frightened breathing, and her legs invitingly spread. The sight of the wet white panties, long since pushed aside, adds to the eroticism. I sit down next to her, press Olya's hands to the bed with my left hand. With my fingers, nails digging into her flat stomach, I run my hand down, leaving a crimson trail, roughly squeeze the soft pubic mound through the fabric. Mine, desired and submissive! I want to growl, sink my teeth into the yielding body, but I only pull down the piece of fabric that's in my way and slap the exposed lips. Olya moans, arches, offers her thirsty pussy to my fingers. Continuing to massage the swollen lips, I rise to the protruding nipples, biting them, squeezing them with my teeth, and tormenting them with quick flicks of my tongue. I bit the right nipple and started to lift up, forcing Olya to arch and stretch her whole body after me. She doesn't ask me to stop, only moans sweetly, pleasing my hearing.
After tormenting the girl a bit, I let her rest while I went to get the ribbons. Returning (I was gone literally 10 seconds!) I discovered mischievous hands between the legs of the moaning bitch.
"For this, you'll definitely have to suffer!"
I tie her hands to the headboard. Slap her parted lips with my already erect cock, sharply twist a nipple. Olya cries out in pain, but obediently sticks out her tongue, trying to lick the head. Tapping my cock on the wet tongue, I pull the girl's head closer, pressing her lips into my balls.
"You've already sucked cock today, licked feet, now it's time to work on the balls."
Not letting go of her head, I start tormenting the tender nipples, pinching them, twisting them, pulling them in different directions. While Olya polishes my hairy balls, I make her nipples burn with fire. The girl is clearly enjoying this treatment, moaning invitingly and smacking her lips. To make it easier to reach my victim's dripping hole, I sit on her face. Olya tries to protest with muffled sounds, but the balls in her mouth somewhat hinder her, and a few sensitive slaps on her spread pussy quickly suppress the protest.
"What, are you trying to play the virgin again?" Two fingers slip inside the hot cave, my other hand squeezes and pulls a nipple. From below, I hear a moan of pleasure. "On the very first meeting, you were already choking on my cock, happily impaling your hole on my leg." I start fucking the dripping pussy with my fingers, gradually speeding up. The moans get louder, the girl's hot breath caresses my balls, I hear a drawn-out "yesss... yesss...", her slender figure arches from my caresses. Wet squelching and ringing slaps of my palm on her pubic mound. "I didn't allow you to stop!" A growling shout, my fingers fly out of the fucked hole, a strong slap on her thigh. "Work with your tongue!"
It's hard for Olya to break through the haze of arousal, I brought her too close to the edge of orgasm. She continues to