I always cum when I suck

I always cum when I suck

Shortly before the holy for all young people - Holy Friday, the chief called me an orphan to his office. Such a call to the carpet on Thursday night did not bode well. Once they call, you have to go.


He stomped to the office. Larissa-rat, local know-it-all gossip and part-time secretary of the chief, nodded at the office door


- Come in, waiting. I was already interested.


He knocked politely and opened the door.


- Allow me?

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Our chief is a lieutenant colonel of the reserve, a military bone, because the shtafirki cause quiet gnashing of teeth in him, especially when, in his opinion, they do not behave in accordance with the regulations. It's easier for me. Recent service in the ranks of the SA has not yet disappeared, so the chief is flattered at least by the appearance of my adherence to army order. Ask, for example, entering his office: Can I? - the chef will tell you for half an hour about what you can Masha for a thigh, a goat in a cart, and everything in the same spirit. And ask how the military is accepted, the chef becomes blurred, kinder and you can expect not an enema, but delicious buns.


- Aaa, Volodya (because I am young and I still don’t reach the name and patronymic), come in. Have a seat.


I sat down, I looked at the chief, I was silent. He is also silent. The parasite is waiting for the cause of the call. Well, yeah, shit. This is such a national Indian hut. There are no shoals behind me. And the chef's trick is this: the chef is silent, the interlocutor begins to feel insecure and gives himself up.


They were silent. The chief could not resist, gave up.


- You wonder why you called?


- Why guess? Called - tell me.


- Well done! Feels like a military bone. So. It is necessary to hit the road on a business trip for a week or two. Partners are mowing, deliveries are disrupted. So we need to figure it out. You go with a lawyer. What is his last name? - She looked at the piece of paper on the table. - Pulses. Exactly, Mägi.


- Tõnis?


- What?


The chief got hung up.


- Yes, there was such a singer during the Soviet Union, Tõnis Mägi.


The chief shook his head


- Ruined, bitches, such a country. But life was normal. Well, okay, go to the accounting department, get a travel allowance. Larissa has tickets, she's leaving tonight at twenty-one forty. Fly flyer.


Fucked up.


- May I go?


The chef blurred with pleasure


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- Go.


- There is!


A clear turn over the left shoulder, three combatants, and here it is the Lariska rat.


- Laris ...


- Here's the money, sign the consumable, here's the ticket. And what gift did I deserve?


- Moral?


- Fool! Material. Chocolate and ...


- Laris, I would be glad, but the plane will not wait, but I have not collected any things. Come on after a business trip.


- Then twice.


Out of the kindness of my heart, I licked Larissa at a corporate party, and since then I have licked it. Well, fuck, respectively. And what to do if the boss does not screw up his secretary, adhering to the principle: do not fuck where you live. I mean, where you work.


It takes a long time for the naked to gather - only to girdle. Mom, while collecting shit, pushed a bag full of homemade food. Indignant


- Ma, why is that? There are canteens and a cafe. Will I really stay hungry?


Mother grumbled


- Cafe for him, canteens. I know these cafes. There is no need to spoil the stomach with any rubbish. And homemade is always healthier. Take it and don't mind. I'll crack on the back of the neck, you'll know how to argue with my mother.


I had to come to terms.


A Surprise was waiting for me at the airport. Mägi's lawyer turned out to be not a lawyer, but a lawyer Helga. Our office is small, so we know each other, but I didn't know about her name Mägi. By and large, it makes no difference to me if there would be a good specialist. I think that the boss knows whom to send on such a responsible assignment.


We sat at the airport for an extra four hours, postponing the entire flight. Finally, they were invited to board. While sitting, we talked with Helga. The girl is sociable. She has an interesting accent like that. Some words are somehow not pronounced the way we are used to. And pulls slightly. Well, the Estonian is the same. Hot Estonian girl. On the plane, our seats were nearby, so they ordered tickets at once. The flight is about four hours, then refueling and two more.


The plane touched the concrete, ran, tapping the landing gear at the joints of the slabs, and stopped. We were invited to the exit. We went out and turned our heads. The chief said that we would be greeted, and none of the greeters was seen on the horizon.


This I hastened to draw conclusions. Helga saw it first.


- Volodya, our greeter is holding a poster.


And we, cutting the crowd, made our way with an icebreaker through the Arctic ice to an elderly man holding a placard with our names.


- Hello. Are you behind us?


- Well Duc, if it's you, then yes. Go?


- We'll get the luggage now.

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Helga left, went to get the luggage alone. Loaded with bags and to the car. The driver, as soon as they started, began to tell us where they were taking us. And they take us to the campsite, where we have been ordered a room. Chef, a bitch like that, could postpone our dispatch until Sunday and we could have made it by Monday. And today we can't keep up with anything, because they do everything here slowly, according to traditions. And according to these traditions, today they have a short day and a bath. No not like this. BATH. This is sacred. So we have to go to the campsite for two weekends. I wonder what the conditions are there?


The conditions turned out to be quite civilized. Only here Lariska-rat, the foster child of the old woman Shapoklyak, ordered us one room for two. What, I wonder, did she do this for? Oh you, our caring one. Well, I'll tell her everything when I get back. The commandant does not care who and where to live. Did you order the number? Ordered. One double? There is one. But she cannot resettle us, because everything is under the eyeballs. Unless after the weekend, a free number may appear. What to do? He looked at Helga. She grunted, took the room key and purse, letting me carry the rest of my luggage, and went up the stairs to the third floor. Well, since this state of affairs suits her, then all the more so for me.


We looked around. Quite on the level. There is a bedroom, soap, and shit. That is, two single beds, a bathroom measuring twenty meters, called a sitting room, and a toilet. The most important. Will itch and run through the floors. Helga immediately took the bath. In about forty minutes she crawled out.


- I wonder if you can eat somewhere here?


- Let's ask the commandant.


And on the table is a telephone and next to it is a printout of internal numbers. It turned out that there is also a dining room, which is also a cafe in the evening. And the food is tasty, satisfying and inexpensive. Moreover, I have not counted my reserves. Knowing Mom


I can safely assume that there will be enough supplies to feed a squad of hungry soldiers for a week. He barely lifted the bag. It's good that there is a refrigerator in the room, I stuffed the supplies under the snide comments of my partner.


“If you’re going to die of hunger, I won’t single out a crouton for your ridicule. It was Mom who put some supplies to her son. Helga apologized and her eyes were crazy

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- If mom, then I do not argue. Mom knows what's best for her son. And I want to ask: is there really nothing humane about you?


- Not. Look for yourself, mom has pushed everything satisfying. No humanism.


Neighing. We got together and went to the dining room.


What to do? The age-old Russian question. It would be summer, they would rummage in the street. And then winter, and even Mordovia with its swamps. The dampness makes the frost seem harder than it really is. Better to sit in the room. Moreover, there is something to be bored with. And I took it, and Helga. Experienced travelers. We sit, pour in, miss. We started talking. Helga is married and has no children yet. Her husband is an officer, everything flies on business trips, sets up some communication towers. And she sits at home, waiting for him, like the faithful Penelope. What else remains for the officer's wife. I wondered what the name Helga means in translation into Russian


- Olga. Light.


- Can I call you Olya?


- It doesn't matter if you like it.


- Let's drink to Olga - Helga, to your double name.


It's warm in the room and even more degree. Helga sighed


- At home I would undress.


- Who's stopping you from undressing here?


She shrugged her shoulders.


- I'm not at home.


“Helga, this is our temporary home for a couple of weeks. Well, make yourself at home. Or are you shy? So I'll turn my back.


- when I was studying, I lived in a hostel.


- What then?


- I do not know.


And he looks at what I'm going to do next. Is it a man or am I out for a walk?


- Let me help, since I can't do it myself


Olya is sitting on the bed. He came up, she leaned back on her back, smiling


- How will you undress me as a little girl?


- Will.


He unbuttoned his pants and pulled.


- Oh! I accidentally pulled off my panties.

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Another would now squeal, grabbed the panties, pulling them almost to the chin. I would definitely hold out for the tithes. And this one sits and smiles as if it should be.


- The body will breathe.


Well, since the body needs to breathe, then I will not interfere. I'm all for it. I sat down on my bed and looked. Helgalegla, legs slightly apart, airs her pie.


- Why are you looking like that?


- How?


- I do not know. As if you want something.


- I admire your pie. Beautiful.


- Truth? Do you like it?


- Like. Can I touch it?


- Can. You can play. I like it when they play.


Played. Normal patty. Just a little wet in your panties, you need to ventilate.


- Helya, can you taste it?


- Do you want to?


- Highly.


- Then eat.


- And if I take a bite?


- A little you can.


And who spoke about cold Estonian blood? Perhaps this also applies to the inhibited men, but Helga was not at all inhibited. How she squirmed, moaned, screamed. She also managed to lead.


- Can you tongue inside? Yes, that's right. And now the clitoris. Yes! Yes! Yet! Can you put your finger in? No, not there, below.


Or Helga is not Estonian and


just masquerading as her, or the girl was simply hungry but did not let me go until she was discharged a couple of times. In the end, she asked to insert two fingers into the ass, one was not enough. Yes, I’m at least three. I can insert something else, just ask. Is it a pity, perhaps, for a good person?

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Helga-Olga caught her breath a little.


- Take off your clothes. Now I.


Once a woman asks. Olya also took off the remnants of her clothes.


- It interferes. I love being naked. Let me suck.


Just like that: I will suck. Persuade, try which one of ours is for a blowjob. And that will not just suck, but declares it openly. Or maybe it should be so? And then always in circles around the bush. He will suck, but it is not customary to talk about it.


No, she's definitely not Estonian. Rather, some southerner, with a frenzied temperament. While sucking, she managed to finish.


- I always cum when I suck. Do you like it?


- Yes, you are a born blow-job.


Laughed


- The husband is calling for a huesoskoy. Do you want me? Let me lie down. Or is it better for you?


- I'm all good.


- Then I'll go to bed.


Twice. Do not take it out twice. And not just for a long time, but for a very long time.


We lie nearby. Both are sweaty, we breathe with hunted horses.


- Helya, do you want a drink?


- And eat.


Laughed.


- Why are you laughing?


- Has brought the girl to hungry fainting.


- Eat too. I'm still laughing.


- And if I can't.


- I have Viagra with me.


- Gosha! What is this for?


Shrugs her shoulders.


- So. I thought it might come in handy.


- No, first we will try without Viagra. Pour?

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I am amazed at myself. It is worth it without Viagra. Moreover, it stands as if a sentry at the mausoleum. Olya and I shuffle and freeze, rest, we don't have enough strength to move. She also holds her hand so that she does not fall out. We have time to talk during breaks.


- Ol, you're married.


- Yes. So what?


- Well, you have a husband, and you are with me.


- So what? I don't want to get sick. And my husband knows that I am not a nun and that I am not going to be a nun. He and for six months and is at home.


- Well, there are all kinds of toys in sex shops.


- There are toys at home. A toy, it is not alive. And this, - touched the member, - alive. And I like him. He's even better than her husband. Do you want where you put your fingers?


- Can I?


- Yes. I can only lubricate it. - Do you like it?


- Really like it. I like it everywhere. Only I am on top. It's more convenient for me to regulate. You have a big one, you will stick it far away.


One and a half bottles of cognac, a snack, and several hours of mad passion. And as a result, two crumpled bodies on one bed. Cramped bed. But in tight quarters - not offended. Olga chuckled


- What are you doing?


- It's good that we arrived today.


- Why?


- I just need a day or two to walk normally. You rubbed everything out and violated me.


- Ol ...


- Do not be sorry. I want it myself. Let's sleep, and when you wake up, and gallantly wake me up.


- What is it like?


- Language.


- Sleep. I'll wake you up. And if you wake up earlier, sit down yourself, then I will definitely wake up


They laughed, hugged, and fell asleep.


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