Hard sex. BDSM. Юрий Буреве

lenient with you, on the other hand, it is not in your best interests, because it is better to pass the tests here than there, and not pass when the consequences are different. Do you understand what I said?" How much is seven plus eight?

      – Fifteen.

      She squatted down in the hallway, didn't go anywhere, and the towel she'd been tying around her waist was lying on the floor a long time ago.

      The swivel chair, so that you can rotate the body to all the different positions, tied in advance, allowed you to view from different angles that are not available in other cases. At the bottom was a special wall-enclosed floor that could collect liquid, hold it in itself.

      – What's that for? To urinate on someone else and collect fluids?

      – Well, in principle, yes. It happens that a person himself wants to write and display the selection.

      – Fucking right?

      – Yes. The subordinate can be fixed in any position, which allows the dominant partner to fully control his movements and actions. The dominator guides the process, sets the pace. Entry into the holes is possible, on the other hand, but you need to have a large trunk, otherwise you will not get it.

      – If I need to go to the bathroom?

      "Think about the answer yourself.

      – I see. Understood.

      – Can be used as a whipping bench. The room is small, and this is the biggest fixture here.

      – I noticed.

      – There's furniture that can be partially used for games, and there's better access to intimate areas. I only work with girls, so it might be a little different for guys there, I'm not interested. There are shackles, handcuffs, gags, anal dilators, and large dildos on the table.

      – I wanted to go bowling today. This one is almost more similar, with a curved surface line.

      – You studied geometry

      – Why do you ask that?

      – It may not have been obvious to you, but the words 'curved line of surfaces' are used in stereometry.

      – Yes, I applied for a technical course earlier, but it didn't work out. I don't want to remember.

      – Lighting is controlled by voice, like the level and tone of light, music turns on by voice and melodies change. Everything for comfort.

      – These executions do not look comfortable.

      – This is for rest and to kill external stimuli.

      – When will the consultation and interview take place? What do you mean, a test?

      – Even today, even now, but very few people pass everything from the first time. Gradually, over a couple of sessions, it may work out, if possible.

      – I'm ready.

      – Are you sure?

      – Yes.

      – Let's go take a shower.

      They went into the shower stall.

      – Stand up.

      And he pulled out a cock that seemed bigger than half his height. Natalya looked at his head and kept thinking from where she was going to start fucking and where she was going to put it first, in which hole. But he, having directed the penis at her, began to bombard her with a jet that she fell on her chest, stomach, and then aimed at the entrance to the vagina, that she directly felt the pressure of it.

      – I like it, I feel it, I feel it…

      – Come on.

      They went back into the room.

      – Sit down. I'll anoint you.

      He took some cream from a tube and smeared it liberally on the anal dilator, which seemed a little smaller than the average squash she had seen at her aunt's dacha, and she never understood why she grew them if she didn't like to eat them herself.

      She was looking at him, who was attached to a small chair.

      – Fuck me first, I want to get aroused.

      Igor came up and, putting her on her knees, first moistened his penis with her saliva and forced her to lick her eggs, and, putting cancer, went once so into the vagina that it seemed to her that she was about to tear in half. But she endured, and clenched her teeth, continued to endure.

      But after a couple of minutes, he took it out and sat down on the wooden chair opposite.

      She was looking at the shaft of his cock, which looked like a pipe that had been cut to connect to the process hole in the boiler, but now he was ready for it. He held it and massaged it to keep it firm and consistent with the full dimensions of the passport.

      – I would certainly want it inside me.

      – You first sit on it with your cunt, but if you then sit with your anus, then you can consider that you have passed the first test. And maybe, as compensation, I'll fuck you in the classic way in the pussy.

      – I'll try.

      – Do your best.

      She spread her legs wider and began to release her pelvis at the point of entry. Igor brought a camera to record the report on passing the test.

      – O-o-o-o-o-o-a-a-a-a-a-a-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-y-y-y-y-y-y…

      He filmed her dilated anus and how the toy itself completely disappeared in her straight passage and was no longer visible at all, as it touched the stool with its buttocks. And now she looked like a girl who sat down to rest on a stool, how tired she was.

      He was filming her body, so perfect that his cock was drawn to her, wanting to make contact with the surface of her skin. Natalia looked at his genitals with lust, and he tried to fix her gaze, turning on the short video mode at times to capture the slight tremor of the skin on the buttocks and perineum, which could only be noticed in macro photography.

      – Just a minute.

      She could feel her crotch burning like a bonfire, and her ass was bursting so hard that a log was inserted there, straight through, without sharpening or removing the bark, because the walls of her anus were giving off an impulse, as if ants were running inside and bees were biting.

      She stood up, and Igor immediately appeared with the camera to film the big gaping ass that appeared after the expansion. Smalldrops of blood dripped from her anus, but she didn't feel anything like that, and she was relieved бthat she had worked a full week at work, and that she had been fucked in the ass for a whole week as she stood in the newsroom hallway.

      – Level one completed. Offset.

      Open your mouth.

      He presented his long cock and, bending her forward, passed through her throat in one motion and slapped her back with the whip. She wanted to throw up, scream and go to sleep under the covers, hugging a small soft toy with her stomach and fall asleep, but now a big cock was fucking her, and she couldn't do anything else.

      And at that moment, she wanted to feel that pain again, the pain in her perineum, which tactfully connected her thighs and buttocks into a single whole, into a single area of pain, that she lost the feeling of feeling her figure and imagined herself at that time as a pillow where needles were easily stuck, and at the same time as a chimney that was cleaned.

      She tried to caress his scrotum, running her slender fingers along his thigh and scratching with her nails, and moving closer to his anal opening to massage his prostate, push on it so that she would get the maximum amount of sperm that would quench her thirst and allow her to eat a little.

      And now she felt the first drops of the life-giving moisture that she had been waiting for today. The portion she got was bigger than she'd expected, but she made an effort to swallow it the first time.

      But after a while, she felt warm, but it wasn't semen. Igor urinated in her mouth and did it with a face that showed nothing: no surprise, no pleasure, no fear, no joy. He just poured it into her mouth, and at first, confused, Natalie began to drink it, and then, holding