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Her Fist Anal-GangBang becoming their good girl sexy short stories to read in bed Champions girl for bad bad guys
Саманта Джонс
He is a two-meter athletic handsome man from the Dutch national team, who becomes an Olympic champion in front of the eyes of the whole world, and on her Instagram there is a luxurious dikpick from him and an invitation to his friends’ room to celebrate the victory.How to maintain a relationship with a childhood friend whom parents want to marry, and at the same time allow your ass what you have been dreaming about in your soul for so long? Will the young figure skater be able to resist the brutal stubble and strong arms of the hefty foreigner, or will she become another trophy in his endless string of victories?
Саманта Джонс
Her Fist Anal-GangBang becoming their good girl sexy short stories to read in bed Champions girl for bad bad guys
From the author
Over the years of practice in the psychologist's office, I have heard many revelations, confessions, remorse, confessions…
Erotic life stories from my clients sometimes shocked me, sometimes involved, but always…excited.
It cost me a lot of professionalism to sometimes endure home to immerse myself in fantasies, imagining myself in the place of the characters described by my clients.
Sex is still a unique area of human behavior despite all the “sexual revolutions” and the “information age”. Sex is always intimate. And what is not intimate is no longer sex.
This main rule allowed me to learn many secrets and mysteries. The main thing is to listen patiently, because clients always complain at first about some nonsense like “headaches” or “insomnia”, and then tell how they unwittingly witnessed the gang rape of their older sister (as in one of my stories that came out earlier) or how they get off crazy about tall broad-shouldered bossy men in the fitness club. Like in a story about a girl who fell into a manic addiction to a blowjob to unfamiliar males.
Our feelings are not under our control. On the one hand, this is terrible, because I have seen hundreds of suffering housewives broken by guilt for regularly cheating on an unsuspecting deer hubby.
On the other hand, feelings are wonderful. And it is the inability to resist the movement of inexplicable feelings that makes us human.
We enjoy sensuality, like the heroines of my serial stories. We revel in feelings. We live only by them.
Unraveled tangles of contradictions line up more and more lines of “innocent” clients in my office.
The psychologist's office has become a modern "confession room", where tears of remorse are mixed with shocking confessions, creating a catharsis of acceptance of one's own sexuality.
Enjoy reading and see you … in my office …
Her Fist
Anal-GangBang becoming their good girl
sexy short stories to read in bed
Champions girl for bad bad guys
Dutch Beauties invite you to celebrate the Championship …
Did I, a modest figure skater , think that Olympic champions in skiing from Norway and speed skaters from the Netherlands would let me go around when I made my way with my boyfriend to compete in Beijing ? Of course not.
But the Olympics is not your usual boring sports camp . It's a holiday where things don't go as planned . This happens once in a lifetime .
In the morning, my teammates and I were going down to the dining room, sleepy , when we were surrounded by tall, broad-shouldered blondes . One of them , Olaf , spoke English, but so slowly and gallantly that I understood . He kept stroking my waist with his hands . First with one hand, then the other , as if we were old friends .
From the sagging backs and shabby ass of my friends, I realized that they also like this kind of attention .
We could not communicate with representatives of other teams because of the coronavirus, but I literally melted from the touch of a radiantly smiling and such a social Olaf . He joked with his friends , telling how they like Beijing and what an important start they have tomorrow . And he constantly removed his hand from my back , then again held it under the shoulder blades , where I have an erogenous zone .
, I had to rush to breakfast before the coach or my boyfriend and at the same time figure skating partner fired me up . On the other hand, Olaf spoke so interestingly with a European accent about their chances of winning .
We didn't say much because of the language barrier , but we giggled and laughed a lot . Three of his friends Johannes , Erik and Ole were also worth a visit . Everything is like a match with perfectly even Hollywood smiles , blond thick hair , standing stake , tall . Athletic bodies in expensive tracksuits in national Norwegian colors . And sportswear . I love looking at the hips of guys in sportswear .
Well, you know , when this elastic tubercle is visible .
And my gaze ran in a shuttle run between Olaf's shining eyes , which, like a gentleman, looked only into my eyes and his plane , where jeans usually have a fly , and sportswear has just a plane with a relief translucent manhood .
Johannes , Eric and Ole were already flirting with Julia and Dasha . I tried to communicate with the tall leader of the Norwegian ski team , but my eyes squinted at their strong hands , bare beautiful legs in size forty-six slippers .
I was already a little embarrassed, because I couldn’t really say something and blushed from the fact that he noticed that I was staring at his penis .
I understood that I was getting turned on and my nipples were already standing under the Olympian , but I could not do anything .
I looked into his sparkling blue eyes . Olaf said something. I , like a complete fool , did not understand anything , but smiled at him in response and could not control my gaze , which nervously slid down to him on the hook rising under the thin fabric of sweatpants .
The three of them freely took hands , touched Yulia and Dasha . They stood so close that the priests of our one and a half meter girls touched their legs from time to time .
The Scandinavians were not intrusive , like some Caucasians , rather the opposite . They were emphatically small talk on distant topics like food in China and the design of the bus in which we were taken to the competitions , but there was so much sex in them …
Powerful , stately , contact , rich , and we are in front of them – half-mute, flat-chested, small fools .
I decided to say at least something smart , but blurted out only stupid :
– Ours will overtake you.
Olaf and his friends instantly neighed .
– Let's bet !? If we overtake the guys from your country , then in the evening you will come to our party!
I tried to laugh it off , but the girls smiled like whores and said “yes yes yes” .
And Johannes raised his hand for us all to give him five to confirm the bet .
Yulia and Dasha immediately slapped him on the huge hand.
I also did this and immediately felt Johannes quietly, barely perceptibly, hug my palm with his giant five . It was so…hot . My chest was already heaving like a wheel , and it was like an electric shock.
The guys left. Discussing something already in Norwegian . It was completely impossible to understand . We exchanged glances with the girls, hardly tearing our eyes away from their huge pumped up stone asses moving away .
We went to eat in the dining room looking forward to a delicious Olympic breakfast and a savory discussion of these guys .
Giggling , we swallowed freshly squeezed orange juices , looking at the unreal Poles of Canadian bobsledders .
Julia ate a fat omelet with tomatoes and tortured me .
– Have you already given Zhenya in the ass ?
Her accentuated casual tone betrayed in her yesterday's teenage girl who has not yet tried it herself , but loves to talk about it .
The devil pulled my tongue to tell them that I tried to smell myself with my finger .
Even to Zhenya , her boyfriend and dance partner , she hasn’t told anything like that yet , but … Oh, these women’s gossip .
– I promised him. If we win the gold , then he can take my anal virginity that same evening.
Dasha already leaned over in surprise to me. She widened her eyes and dropped a lettuce leaf from her anorexic mouth .
– You are such a whore, – Dasha said proudly for me , who in our entire team was known as the most inveterate nun . She hasn't had a boyfriend yet . Once, at a training camp in Switzerland, she tried to suck one Belarusian short track player , but she vomited and nothing came of it .
In principle, Dasha's attempts to lose her virginity with at least someone have become our intra-team meme , so she loved to discuss the intimate details of their romantic adventures with her friends .
– To be honest , I already want to. The truth is not sure that I want this with Zhenya .
– Is he small ?
I showed on my fingers the size of my wife's penis . Dasha smacked her lips, and Yulia raised her eyebrow approvingly and moved her head like "acceptable" .
– Well, that's not the point . He doesn't turn me on anymore . Especially after he dropped me in the semi-finals in Tokyo .
It really had a very strong effect on my sexuality . Zhenya and I are the same age . We have known each other since childhood . Parents are friends , they raise us as a champion couple for the Motherland .
We were each other's first at the age of consent . Zhenya's parents are preparing for the wedding . My doubts , but Zhenya's dad is a very charged member of the state apparatus , and lately they have been pushing me to get pregnant .
But… I don't feel attracted to him anymore . With -ver-shen-no.
There is sex , but more and more often it is either a blowjob , or Zhenya masturbates while I sit on his face.
He tried to somehow diversify our sex life, offered to fuck my ass, knowing how girls are gymnasts, and figure skaters are all from gymnastics, they like anal sex .
Julia, for example, is exactly like this : she generally believes that if it was not in the ass , then this is not sex at all . True, Yulia fucks with someone from the judges or the Olympic Committee at every training camp . She is turned on by the status of men .
And I promised Zhenya that I would give him in my back hole . Having promised, I decided to try to play with her myself in the shower .
At first it seemed very strange and unnatural to me , but when I felt a finger inside, I had to turn on the water louder to drown out my moans .
I began to move my fingertip in a tight hole and my pussy burst out very quickly . Much faster than regular sex .
To some extent, the expectation of sex in the ass, if we win gold, probably motivated me to a large extent … Our chances were not bad , although other couples from the former Soviet Union were very dangerous .
– I love it when the penis is big and straight . In order not to bend , but I went straight in , I didn’t let up, depicting all this on a banana and cottage cheese Julia .
Dasha , with eyes as round as saucers, absorbed everything like a sponge .
“So are you really going to a party with these blue-eyed handsome men ?” I decided to change the subject, shaking my leg under the table from the fact that the guys from the American hockey team began to stare at me .
I heard from older girls that Americans have a separate fetish to fuck Olympic champions from our country with the entire team . With goalkeepers, this is seventeen people . And there was not a single Olympiad that they did not do .
Of course, not all events of the Olympic village fall into the diary of the Olympiad . But there's more than enough sex here . Guys , when they have gold medals on their chests, they can no longer be stopped .
And girls need to relieve stress after exhausting starts and wild restrictions . Therefore, in the Olympic village, free condoms are lying around at every step .
– Yes , let's go. Oh wait, they're harmless . It's the Norwegians . Surely two of them are fagots, one is married and one will be shy to the last , and then cum if you let him lick your heels . Europeans .
Dasha echoed Yulia:
– Let's go unwind , the coach will not know anything – we'll leave , after lights out .
After the first race, Zhenya and I were in first place . Instead of slapping my ass and telling me to cook my ass , he hugged me and gave me a bouquet of flowers with a teddy bear . Like I'm a child .
It was hard for me to admit to myself that he no longer just does not turn me on – he annoys me . Infuriates his soft character , moronic hairstyle like a boy's share , mumbled voice . But what pissed me off the most was the way he fawns over his bitchy rich mother who wants to be related to my parents because of her father's connections.
Tomorrow is the fourteenth of February and Zhenya invited me to a restaurant , because we have a day off before the final .
A trip to a restaurant on Valentine's Day with the money of his parents , in the morning , with a guy whose face you have already sat on a hundred times – what could be more boring , but everyone in Beijing lives for the Olympics and skating races were shown on the screens .
I began to watch , languidly maintaining a conversation with the guy .
The individual starts are over and the relay race has begun .
Three handsome Dutch men immediately caught my eye . Triangular torsos , red stubble , pointed cheekbones . They were talking among themselves , building tactics for the race . The pectoral muscles played .
I looked at the names and decided to find their instagrams .
Imperceptibly from Zhenya, I began to poke my finger at the phone . I never cheated on him , but more and more often recently I watched porn without him .
Hans, Christian and Erich .
Seeing in Erich's story a perfect photo with naked torsos of Christian and Hans coming out of the shower, I pressed the light . On the air, the guys rolled out on the ice disk preparing for the final , but I went into the correspondence and closed it with horror right away .
She looked at her boyfriend. He didn't notice anything . God bless.
Because in the correspondence hung a photo of a twenty-centimeter penis that I had not looked at , sent to me about a month ago in response to my photo in a bathing suit from the Dominican Republic .
I do not view all messages in direct and therefore it is stuck .
– Is everything all right , baby ?
– Yes , dear , I'm just worried before tomorrow's start , – I lied, trying to somehow disguise my quickened pulse and salivation .
After a little breath and calming down , I opened the direct and with an innocent face , as if I was looking at what my mother had sent me , I returned to the correspondence. The Dutch appliance was really great . He was sitting in an armchair with his legs spread and showing off his handsome kilogram . I stared at him , realizing that I had fired back at the photo of two of his friends . That is, as if loyally reacted to dikpik .
The excitement came in wave after wave . To my surprise, not only my pussy , but also my anus was called upon to shrink .
On the screen , the guy who sent me the dick overtook the Italians and the Germans and led the race .
To discharge, I switched to Christian and Hans instagrams . To my horror, I found the same thing in correspondence with them .
