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When a girl loves a guy so much, he can do whatever he wants with her, he is like a puppeteer and she is completely in his power…

As usual I stayed too long at work. I like working when there is nobody in the office. My workplace (I’m a manager) is a big room divided into small parts by plastic partitions. It’s a place occupied with white plastic, leather armchairs and office equipment. It’s so quiet; I can hear just air conditioner and my computer working. Telephone stopped ringing and I can relax now. It’s spring and the sun is shining, but I want to be here. I don’t need to hurry. I’ve got no place or person to hurry to. Yesterday I parted with my girlfriend.

Her name was Valerie. She liked the red. Red boots, red bags, red lips, red panties covering her red pussy which is sweet and moist (I’ve never seen it dry actually). However, our relationship involved only banal regular sex, nothing was special and I wasn’t very enthusiastic about it. If someone asked about the way we dated I would say I fucked her. It was boring indeed. I just killed my time and did that with no interest at all. You’ll understand what I mean if you go out and see many young and beautiful girls walking on city streets. They wear light dresses; so gusts of wind make them swing as well as they make you feel aroused. Mankind invented dresses for women on purpose, a dress is open from below – it’s a sign of readiness for copulation. Some people say that on Cuba girls wear very short skirts to show the panties. White panties hide girls’ lips which are as black as coffee. Cuba is far, though, and my coffee is already cold…

So, what was I talking about? Ah, yeah, Valerie. On our last date I took off her panties and saw her wet cunt, we couldn’t wait coming into the apartment and started doing IT right in the lift.

I’d invited her to a restaurant. Sure, I knew it would be our last date; however, I didn’t tell her about that. The table for two, candles in ancient candlesticks… Candles are symbols of phallus, they attract women. Since they are born they think that dinner with candle light reveals how romantic a man is.

Unconsciously all women think that dinner with phalluses stuck up should be finished by good sex. The situation would be as successful if five waiters stood in line with their penises up and if an invited lady kissed all of them making them burn of that; after that you could begin having dinner, romance is provided. I smiled thinking of that.

Valerie was becoming more beautiful as we were drinking the champagne I’d ordered. All went according to the plan. Boys had been expecting too long.

I live in a block of flats. Many people live here. I often saw two young guys hanging out near the house. I don’t know if they were friends or something but once I saw them kissing and touching each other through jeans. At that moment I decided that it was lack of women’s attention that influenced them so much. If nobody helped them they would change their sexual orientation forever and then no woman’s trembling vagina could interest them at all. I don’t mind homosexual love but it is worth trying a girl’s pussy!

So, I offered these young men to learn what it’s like when a woman moans under you. We agreed that they would wait for us near the lift in Valerie’s house. I wanted an ordinary lift to be a paradise for these guys.

Our last dinner with Valerie finished rather late. We left the restaurant and entered a dark night city. When my girl (she was a bit drunk) felt the coolness of the fresh air I whispered in her ear that the evening would be quite unusual. My hand slipped up her bare thigh under the skirt, squeezed the cheek of her bottom and went under her panties to the pussy.

Val was ready for my caress. Her lips were open and wet for me. I touched her cunt, She bent her neck and tossed back her head, closed eyes in blissfulness. Her mouth was slightly opened and she sighed. At the same time she bent her knee and raised it a little so that it was more comfortable to stroke her twat. A young couple passed us on the sidewalk. A man was clearly interested in what we were doing. He couldn’t tear himself from us and I decided to satisfy his curiosity. I rode Valerie’s dress up so much that her beautiful bottom could be seen.

My girlfriend leaned against me not to lose the balance as she was standing on one leg only. She was twisting each time I touched her. I felt as if I was a skilful puppeteer and my nice puppet was obedient in her uncontrollable desire.

We were still standing in the street and I continued the performance. Occasionally some people passed us on the sidewalk, they stared at us eagerly. Soon I made up my mind to change the scenery, slapped my girl on her ass and led her to the car. I’ve always wondered what girls feel while walking when their pussy is very wet and juices pour…

Val’s car was of blood color and the make of the car was Volvo. Taking her place in the car she stretched her legs for me to take off her wet panties. I did that and pulled them on the wheel so that the car would be full of love smell.

I started the engine. Val took away her dress under her being afraid she could moisten it. He face expressed her feelings; she liked the sensation of leather touching her pussy.

My hands are on the wheel, I drive slowly. My dolly is smartening herself putting on red lipstick. She is preparing, my dolly. She is turning on the radio-recorder with her sharp nail and we’re listening to a slow blues.

She is beginning to smoke, taking a puff and letting out a pall of smoke. Then she is putting her cigarette into my lips and touching my pants. Her hand is passing my fly trying to feel all details of my penis. The pants are too tight for me now. Realizing that Valerie is unzipping my fly and taking my cock out, she looks pretty similar to a musician who carefully gets his flute out of the case. She, my girl, is inclining over my stuck up phallus. The first touch of her lips is very soft. I feel goose bumps on my back. I squeeze the wheel more tightly. Val is raising her eyes at me; they are glittering in the darkness. A drop of my discharge is sparkling on her lower lip. She is studying my face in the light of street lamps and licking the moist from her lips; my puppet is keeping on caressing my prick. Her lustful mouth is swallowing half of it and letting it out with smacking sound. I can see how deep she is swallowing it; the line is being made by her red lipstick. She is moving in rhythm with the blues sometimes stopping to cover the whole body of my stem and balls with brief kisses. Threads of my discharge together with her spit are stretching from her mouth.

I’m on fire. I need to relax. I need something more. I can see a crosswalk. I step on the juice trying to follow the rhythm of Val’s movements. When Val’s head lowers swallowing me the car dramatically rises. My dick is pushing into the larynx of my girl, sliding deep into her throat and I come…

My semen in big jets is flowing into Valerie’s stomach. She is trying to free herself but I’m pressing her head tightly to me. My girl is puffing up her cheeks; her eyes are full of tears. She is moaning. My convulsive waves stop and I’m freeing my young hostage. She is taking out my meat with squelching sound. The traces of her lipstick can be seen now at the base of my knob. Yes, babe – that’s the price for pleasure!

We approached the house at last. I stopped the car and went out without zipping up my fly. Walking round the car I opened the door for Val. I came very close to her; my penis was right opposite her face. She gave it the kiss. I stretched my hand inviting her to enter the night. She took my hand covering it with her own little hand. Closing the door I saw a small pool of her pussy discharge.

When we came in I thanked my girl for the pleasure she’d given to me in the car. I bent over her, put my hands on her waist and kissed her tired lips. I caught her lower lip and pulled it a bit. My hands were on her bottom. Then I pushed my tongue into her mouth sharply, the way a cock enters a vulva. I raised her dress a little and began groping bare flesh of her body. My girl was turning on again. She was breathing fast. A lift arrived and I took my puppet over her buttocks, she bent her legs submissively and put them around me. We entered the lift. I pushed the button and as soon as the doors closed I pressed a stop button so that nobody could prevent us from doing what we wanted.

First of all I took off a silk scarf from her neck and tied it on her eyes. The silk of her dress was gliding along her body, passing her breast, waist, thighs. Val never wears bra, that’s why she was absolutely naked when I took the dress off. She looked wonderful in dull light of the lift. Her full breast with scarlet nipples… Fanciful waist, flat belly with a navel… Below between her beautiful hips she had a pubis covered with short fair hair. The woman’s beauty blinded and allured. I turned my puppet with her back to me. My obedient girl leaned aginst the walls of the lift, bent her back and moved her legs widely apart – now her twat was accessible for me. My phallus was ready to torture her pussy. I couldn’t make her wait for long. Like darts player I threw my aroused dart right into the target – moist opened cunt of my girlfriend. I invaded her sharply and deeply, my puppet was moaning and bending her back more. I started moving my knob faster, much faster. Smacking and flapping sounds of our bodies knocking together filled the lift. Each push my girl was sticking to the walls. Her nipples touched the cold iron of the cabin and it made her more and more aroused. Val was moaning louder and louder. Her bottom took part in the action, too. It helped her cunt to go onto my cock. Each time I left my girl the head of my penis caught and pulled her lips. Soon we reached the point of no return. My Valerie was near her climax. I felt that orgasm erupted from her entire body. She was trembling, her moaning changed into crying. Her shapely legs couldn’t hold her any more, they became weak in knees. She fell down on the floor due to convulsive motions. My dick slipped out of her pussy.

My puppet was twisting on the floor like a mouse affected by ultrasound. She was moaning and scratching the floor with her nails and her pussy was pouring our cum. It wasn’t over for me, so I raised her bottom and hunched in again. Just a few deep frictions and my semen gushed into her cave.
Val was insatiable, she wanted more. Nothing can stop a bitch when she wants fucking. You, girl, will get much more than you expect!

I pushed the button of the lift and we went up. When it stopped and the doors opened my guys were standing there. They’d been waiting too long. Here is a surprise for your patience!

They were astonished by watching a girl standing on all fours, aroused and ready for sex.

- She is yours, guys! – I said pointing at her. Then I left the lift and went downstairs. “Good bye, my dear!” I said to myself hearing the guys entering the lift noisily.

I looked around the empty office: “I need something to do.” I went online, visited a couple of my favorite porn websites which are renewed every day. I saw a lot of fantastic girls’ photos in obscene positions. The best girl of the day looked gorgeous. A girl of my dream was looking at me from the screen. A pretty face with big innocent eyes… half closed eyelids showed languor… Bronze skin of her bare body seemed moist from sun and hot tropical wind, I could feel freshness of her young body. Her breast was rounded and resilient, the nipples – scarlet and stuck up out of arousal. Long hair was falling onto her fragile shoulders and the wind was fluttering it and embracing the breast, thin waist and wide thighs. The girl’s pose attracted the viewer’s look, she looked tempting and mysterious. She was on all fours turned to me with her ideal bottom, a bit raised, and legs, widely moved apart, showed wet and open pussy.

However, the innocence of the girl was doubtful. Her pussy showed she knew the men’s phallus caress. Anus was also pliable and looked ready to be rammed with stiff cocks. I guess what would your mother say if she saw you here. A cat ready for coupling…

I turned on and my hand went into the pants – that’s one more reason why I like staying alone…

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