Computer technician visit
I seem to be a person with a special kind of luck.
Today is my birthday. It's not a milestone date, of course, but by the law of perversity, it's precisely today that my mother has gone off the rails: she packed my things, seized by the idea of kicking me out of my own apartment. I've always been amazed by this woman's logic and actions. And on top of that, my laptop let me down, breaking at the most inopportune moment. So, I'll soon be parting with my last money to pay for its repair to the technician who should be here any minute.
in a stretched-out, semi-transparent t-shirt that's God knows how old; my hair is in a bun. I'm just about to go to the bedroom and change when the doorbell rings. Gritting my teeth and quietly cursing, I walk into the hallway, where bags with my clothes are standing."Who is it?" I look through the peephole; a young man in blue jeans and a white t-shirt with a skull on it is standing in front of the door.
"The programmer, you called?"
I open the door and let him into the apartment. "Good evening," I yawn, covering my mouth with my palm.
"Yeah, good evening," he points to the green bags from the supermarket, "Moving? Sorry, I didn't introduce myself, Yevgeny."
"Mari, nice to meet you," I shake his hand and stretch my lips into a smile, "No, getting kicked out of the house."
We go into the living room, and I bring the laptop from the bedroom.
"Why are you getting kicked out? Bad girl? Wouldn't have guessed by the looks," even while fiddling with the tech, he keeps throwing glances at my chest.
"Very bad," I roll my eyes and adjust my t-shirt.
Yevgeny is attractive: medium build, tall, light brown hair pulled into a ponytail, a pleasant face. I involuntarily lick my lips, accept the rules of the game, and direct my own gaze to his crotch. Maybe I'll at least get some sex out of this. Why not? I'm even curious who will crack first and become the instigator.
I climb onto the sofa with my legs, quite deliberately pressing my thigh tightly against his. The man sets the laptop aside, his palms land on my waist.
"And what does this mean?"
"I told you I'm a very bad girl," I gently stroke his cheeks with my fingertips, the stubble softly pricking my skin – it's pleasant.
"And?"
"Sex?"
"No strings attached?"
"Long?"
"No inhibitions?"
"At all."
We roll around on the sofa epically. It so happens that Yevgeny ends up sitting on my lap. There's a certain charm to that. We slip our hands under each other's clothes: he squeezes my breasts with his palms, and I stroke the man's back.
The kiss is long, tender, sensual. He literally licks my mouth, and I sigh languidly, lightly bite his full, sweet lips.
We change positions again. Now I'm sitting astride his lap. Zhenya pulls my t-shirt off, strokes my breasts with his palms, surprisingly slender fingers kneading my caramel-hard nipples. I let out a soft moan, shift a little to the side to shamelessly press my crotch against his leg.
"What are you doing?" he asks, and then presses his wonderful mouth to my breast himself, his palms sliding lower, stroking my sides and stomach.
I moan quietly, gasp convulsively, take the hair tie from his hair and run my fingers through his thick, straight, long hair. "I want," I run my fingers through the strands, pressing his head tighter against me. And with my free hand, I guide it downwards until my palm covers the bulging fly of his jeans, squeezing lightly.
Here is where his brakes start to fail. Yevgeny gives a slight jerk, spreads his legs wider. I desperately try to unbutton his jeans with the belt; it's not very convenient with one hand, but the result is definitely worth the effort.
I slip my hand into his underwear, squeezing his erect cock with my fingers, running my thumb around the moist head. The man groans throatily, leaning his hand too hard against the wardrobe door, which opens, and from the shelf falls it – a red dildo in a box. Zhenya turns his head, smiles slyly, and spanks my buttocks hard.
"Want it?" a pleasant rasp has appeared in his voice.
He bites my neck. Noticeably, fiercely, leaving a reddish mark which he immediately licks. I nod silently, reluctantly slide off his lap, and literally a minute later return to the man, holding lube and a strap-on, which he takes from me.
"Like it?" he moves his fingers inside me deliberately slowly, now bending them, now spreading them apart.
"Yes, yes! More, please," I push back, impaling myself on the caressing fingers.
Apparently deciding it's enough, he pulls back, removes his fingers and replaces them with the dildo. Zhenya generously coats the latex with lubricant that has a tart cherry scent and slowly, with special care, inserts it into my stretched ass, immediately turning on the strongest vibration.
My legs treacherously buckle, and since this programmer-lover didn't hold me, I fall to my knees right between his spread legs. His erect cock, sheathed in thin underwear fabric, is now in front of my face. My mouth fills with saliva. I pull the man's jeans off along with his underwear. And greedily, with unconcealed pleasure, I run my nimble tongue over the hot flesh, feeling the pulse beat. Going crazy, literally losing my mind, I lower my mouth onto the large, amazing cock, taking it deep into my throat, allowing the darkened head to slide over my sensitive, ridged palate. Yevgeny groans hoarsely, presses his palm against the back of my head. I dig my fingers into his thighs until my knuckles turn white. I move my head faster, sucking in my cheeks and tightly squeezing the shaft with my lips.
"Enjoying the blowjob?" he pulls me up, grabbing my hair.
"Immensely," I lick my lips, wipe saliva from my chin with my finger.
I roll the condom onto his cock myself, having first torn the foil packet with my teeth, then immediately lower myself onto him, placing my hands on his shoulders. I rise and fall, squeezing the hard flesh inside me, gradually increasing the pace, speeding up, literally riding the cock. And the vibrating dildo in my ass adds a special piquancy and sharpness to the sensations.
We kiss dirtily, vulgarly, drooling, caressing with our tongues, like in the most hardcore porn films.
Yevgeny leaves my body, pushes me off his lap, stands up himself. The hair tie flies to the side, followed by the strap-on. Putting me on all fours, forcing me to lean my hands on the back of the sofa, he penetrates me again. My muscles tightly sheathe his arousal. I'm dripping down my legs. The man pounds me into this wretched sofa. And feeling we don't have much left, he covers my crotch with his palm, squeezing my clitoris with his fingers, continuing to thrust non-stop into my body until an orgasm crashes over both of us like a furious wave. Zhenya erupts violently into my ass with hoarse, low, amazing groans.
My legs won't hold me, I'm practically hanging on my lover, pressing my back against him and lazily kissing his cheek.
"Will you come with me, since they're kicking you out?"
"And will you fuck me like this every day?" I laugh, stroke his chest with my palm.
"I wasn't joking at all, you know."
"Me neither."