Web of Desire (Celebrity Adult Fiction)

Title: Web of Desire

Sender: CSH

Original author: Sophie Danson

Translator: Tang Ming, Sun Daiming

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Chapter 1

The early summer sunshine caressed Masha's bare skin like a lover's fingertips. She turned over very comfortably like a cat, searching for the warmth of Richard's flesh.

Richard was still snoring. Masha's fingers playfully traced the long curve of his spine, her pointed little fingernails just lightly touching the fuzz on his bronze skin.

"Wake up, Richard." She leaned close, breathing into his neck and kissing it. "Wake up and make love to me."

A smile appeared on Richard's face and the corners of his mouth twitched. This means he is fully awake. Just when Masha thought he would pretend to be dead forever, his eyelids flickered open and his blue eyes sparkled in the morning light. He rolled over onto his back and, seizing one of her arms, drew her against him and pressed her into his suddenly passionate embrace.

She sat on his strong body with her thighs spread, her pubic bone pressing against the erection. The hard object turned out to be lying on his flat belly like a sleeping snake. She would revive it soon. It felt good lying on him like this.

She began to rub her pubic bone against his erect penis, twisting against him with the weight of her entire body, forcing him to acknowledge the power of her lust.

"Crazy girl, I have to teach you a lesson."

He reached behind her, pulled her thin silk nightgown upwards, and slapped her bare back hard. She screamed and tried to break free, but he held her in a tight grip, determined to take full advantage. His palms rained down on her bare bottom, making it sting and red. But there was more: along with the pain and insult came a more alluring feeling, an itchy warmth, which quickly spread this most wonderful feeling of pleasure deep into her heart.

Now, because of the surging sexual desire, Masha's sexual organs are heating up and about to burn. Her clitoris swelled into a hard bud, throbbing with urgent need. All the pain and anger were thrown behind her, she stopped struggling and instead passed on her own lust to her husband. He was already panting, and every loud, hard slap he landed on her back stimulated his own straining cock even more.

To help him, Masha slid a hand between her and his body, managed to grab his arms that were warming him, slid down from him, and knelt between his thighs. She leaned over, grabbed his cock, put it in her mouth and sucked it, making it harder. It has a slightly salty taste, like some real marine creature, fresh from the sea. She imagined herself and Richard in the cold water, deep under the waves, tightly connected, no need to breathe, just kissing and sucking and making love.

She knew that he would endure the pleasurable torture of her tongue for a while, but he would not let her suck him to orgasm. Richard wanted so badly now to be close to her, to be inside her. She lets her pry his mouth open and releases him, hoping he'll be bolder today than usual. Maybe he would even repeat that indescribably beautiful, intoxicating night not long ago when he had thrown her hard onto the living room floor, carefully spread her buttocks, and penetrated her deep like a knife through butter. She even now found herself getting wet at the memory of his delicious wildness.

But that didn't happen. Even though she was sure Richard had spanked her back red, and she winced in pain when he rolled her over onto her back and spread her legs, Richard paid no attention to the pain in her back. Now she had him fully awake, and he needed her, and he needed her now. He didn't even bother to take the time to fondle her breasts from under her nightgown or stimulate her clitoris with his fingers like he normally did.

He very gently opened her labia and placed the head of his penis at the entrance of her womanhood. In just one move, he was inside her. Masha moaned and thrust her hips up, allowing him to enter deeper into her. She scratched her fingernails at his bare back, trying to provoke him into some violent passion. She wanted him to see her as an animal, and so, as Richard's penis slid in and out of her vagina, she imagined herself as a forest animal, being ridden by a snarling beast whose penis was already hot as it entered her vagina and who did so without the slightest false tenderness.

She tried to continue to stimulate him with cries and powerful thrusts of her hips, but Richard was always and truly a polite man, and he continued to make love to her gently, as if he was embarrassed by the passion that her bare back aroused in him.

"Take me! Take me hard! Ride me, oh, ride me!"

If he had wanted to punish her before, he could not have done so more effectively. Doing this, even though Masha's clitoris was throbbing with pain and trying to turn away, she was unable to orgasm. Richard sighed. He penetrated her, kissed her, and rolled over to lie on his back on the bed. It was obvious that he had no idea that he was not satisfying her.

Furious, Masha grabbed one of his hands and placed it between her legs, forcing him to scoop up his own semen and rub it into her engorged clitoris.

"I'm sorry, dear. Didn't you orgasm?" Richard realized his mistake and began to slide gently on the clitoris. Gradually, Masha was immersed in the physical enjoyment, and although she was very angry, she forgave him.

Her orgasm bathed her in warm waves and she fell asleep in bed with ease. They lay together on the bed for a while, feeling lazy in the early morning sunlight that streamed in through the half-open blinds. Richard was obviously content as he lay with his arms around Masha and one hand caressing her breast.

But Masha was uncomfortable and she was still not satisfied. She needed more - something wilder, out-of-the-box, pleasant, sociable, male. What is this? Is it dangerous? Pain, or fear? She has no idea. But her clit was hard and throbbing again, demanding attention.

When Richard got up to take a shower, Masha pulled up the bedspread and put her hands happily under the sheets. She closed her eyes, a small smile on her lips, and began to caress the curves of her body.

She was a very attractive woman, there was no doubt about that. Other women might worry about their bodies, but not Masha. When she was young, she was pursued by several men and one or two women. They just believed too much that she was a desirable person. She was not just any beautiful woman - no, with her thick red hair falling around her face, the lines of her face were sharp and alive, but she was not classically beautiful. Her eyes were a pair of sea-green mirrors in which her lovers dwelt, but which seldom betrayed the fluctuations of her own feelings.

She fingered her large breasts while imagining her ideal lover. This lover was not Richard, though he was very kind to her in his own way. On the whole she was happy with Richard, though sometimes his amiable indifference drove her mad enough to want to beat him. Or was it true that she wanted him to beat her?

Her fingers slid noiselessly down her abdomen and into her thick pubic hair, playing with the strands and tangling them around her fingers. She pulled at them, gently at first, then harder, enjoying the delicious pain that heated her pubic bone and made her swollen labia burn.

She let her left hand go to her nipples, stroking and pinching one nipple, then the other, until she felt a warm lust filling her insides. Then, with the fingers of her right hand, she opened the petals of her vulva's flower and inserted her index finger inside, like a diver parting the warm waves of some tropical coral reef.

Soon she searched out the throbbing nub of her clitoris. She wanted to touch it because she knew that touching it was some kind of omen of happiness. Only Masha knew the secret code to the climax of personal physical enjoyment, so she began to rub her clitoris - lightly and slowly at first, and then, as she felt the pleasure beginning deep in her abdomen, she rubbed harder.

In her mind, she was making love to a man whose face she could not see. She was a dark figure kneeling on her hands and knees on the cold brick. The coolness of the stone felt good against her warm flesh, but better still was the heat she felt on her back, which was shivering from the cuts of the knife and the lashes of his whip. When he entered her from behind, even though it was very roughly, without any regard for her discomfort, only for his own orgasm, she twisted her body and felt very happy inside.

She dared not cry out even though he thrust into her hard, making her back prick with pain, his cock slamming repeatedly into her cervix. She dared not make a sound, because any disobedience on her part would bring him severe punishment.

Her whole body was in a climax of sexual desire, like a clear sea-green liquid poured into a crystal bottle. At this moment, Masha couldn't help but let out a moan of joy from her lips. She fell on her back on the bed, finally satisfied.

She opened her eyes and saw Richard standing in the doorway, his penis erect.

He smiled silently and crept under the sheets, bathing apparently forgotten, and plunged his tongue deep into her warm, amorous gift, licking up the sweet juices of her joyful deception.

Her sister's wayward children had been playing here all week and had now gone home, so there was no one to interfere with their late and lascivious breakfast. But, like every weekend, Richard had to go to work. Not long ago, Masha took it upon herself to think that there was nothing more attractive than doing nothing and just hoping.

She put on her pajamas, cleaned the chamber pot, and then sprawled out on the sofa and watched children's television for half an hour. She planned to take a quick shower and then get on her computer to check the financial markets. But she was feeling lazy, immersed in the sun and sexual desire.

She must have dozed off, and as she woke with a start she recognised it: there was a noise, a rustling.

There's someone in the room!

She climbed up from the couch, pulled at her pajamas, and quickly decided what to do. She picked up an iron doorstop as a weapon to give herself courage and tiptoed into the kitchen. She peered near the gate.

Nothing. There was no one there.

Then she felt a pair of hands: touching her gently, hugging her shoulders tightly, pulling her back. The nightgown undid and slid down, its silk fabric breaking, leaving her naked and blowing the fragrance of her sex into the warm morning air. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out.

The hands grabbed her waist and spun her around.

"Hey, Masha, did I surprise you?"

Masha was frightened and stared at Alex blankly. Donaldson's face. She didn't know whether to hit him or laugh.

"How on earth did you get in? I never gave you a key."

He grinned smugly like a naughty middle school student.

"Leave the window of the outer room half open. It's easy to climb in. Have a piece of cake." Noticing Masha's frightened expression, he added, "It's okay, no one saw me. Our little secret is safe."

She wanted to shout at him, tell him that if he was trying to be funny he'd better forget it. But he looked so shy, almost childish, as he stood there with his strong hands gently on her hips, as if begging her to come to him, to forgive him, to make everything better.

He removed his fingers from her waist and began to study her. Masha looked down and saw that her nightgown had slipped off her shoulders and fallen to the ground, revealing her nipples, hard like glass buds, and the golden-red triangle between her thighs. She stared in amazement as Alex's hands began to move over her pale skin. It makes one feel as if she is in another woman's body, experiencing all her sensations. She began to tremble with pleasure and sudden bursts of lust.

This is too imperfect, Masha thought, as Alex's strong fingers pulled and twisted her hardened nipples.

Most of the time, sex with Alex was quick, substandard sex during a spare half hour. But it was very passionate lovemaking. The orgasms she and Alex experienced were far more intense than those she and her husband had ever experienced—intensity, she was sure, due to the sense of danger and the fear of being discovered. With Alex she had enjoyed making love in hotel rooms, in closets in warehouses, in bushes just feet from community garden parties. Without Alex, her life would be pretty dull. Even when I was with him, something seemed to be missing.

But today she would not dwell on his shortcomings. Far from it. As she looked down at his hands, she noticed a bulge in the crotch of his hand-sewn suit. She instinctively reached out and touched it, letting its warm semen flow into her hand. There was a passion in his hard thing, pulsating with life, which made her wet, as expected.

He pushed his nose into her neck.

"You smell so good, my dear." He kissed her neck, her lips, her neck, her breasts. "It's the smell of a woman."

She was still stroking his cock, sliding it up and down the zipper line, feeling it swell and harden and press against the inside of his pants, feeling his pleasure. But when she was about to grab the zipper and pull it down, he kissed her to stop her, and when she was not prepared, he knelt in front of her and pressed his face against her pubic hair.

Masha began to moan softly as Alex's strong hands slid between her thighs, pushing them apart and forcing her feet to slide across the smooth tile floor. She looked down at her lover, who was dressed in his smart black business uniform, his gold mining chain buckled in his bommie. The white cuffs of his Streeter shirt sparkled. By this time she was feeling dizzy and disoriented. He seemed so distant, cold, perfect, and inhuman.

It was like being raped by a robot.

She wondered what it would be like to have a cold steel penis inside her, moving in and out of her soft, wet vagina like some kind of strange piston. In, out; in, out; felt the steam gathering, ready to burst; metal and flesh in unnatural harmony.

Alex's face was pressed tightly against Masha's labia minora, his tongue searching for the core of her illicit sexual relationship. She could give off her sexy aroma, that carnal scent of Richard's semen, her own sex fluids and sweat. And she knew that he, too, was emitting and feeling that smell, and that it was stimulating him, driving him wild.

Her clitoris had heated up to the desired temperature, and her lust could not be quenched unless a man made love to her. She tried to tell Alex, but the only sounds that came out of her mouth were the moans of a lusty whore, the inarticulate cries of utterly exhausted lust.

Alex looked up at her. His lips were wet, fragrant with the combination of her fluids and Richard's semen. His eyes carried a symbol of her own lust, and it excited her in that way, and finally she felt her own voice.

"Fuck me, Alex, please fuck me! Please."

She was trembling like a little red doe, waiting for a buck to mount her. She needed the wild, ferocious sexual pleasure of a beast, the simple wild sex of a copulation in a clearing in the woods.

As if he sensed what she was thinking, Alex jumped up and grabbed Masha's arm.

"You hurt me, what are you doing?"

Alex didn't answer, dragging her past the kitchen, through the back door and into the garden. Her silk nightgown had fallen from her shoulders and was trailing on the floor. She was naked now, and looked very vulnerable in the unforgiving sunlight of the August morning.

She looked up at his face and shuddered all over; she knew what he was going to do.

"No, Alex, we can't! Not here."

But Alex ignored it. Instead, he untied the belt of her nightgown, pulled it off in one swoop, and threw it onto the warm grass under the apple tree.

Richard and Marsha had chosen this small villa because it had an orchard: a dozen fruit trees, their gnarled branches arching over the lush lawn and sometimes intertwining to form a mottled green canopy. At the end of the garden was a stream, on the other side of which were more small cottages and a country store. There were houses on the other side of the stream: some large, stately homes where respectable businessmen lived, and where on Saturday nights they would set up their beds and make comfortable love with their wives. As she looked in their direction, Masha thought she saw the curtains flutter and movement behind the gasoline lights.

She raised her hands to hide what was left of her shyness, but Alex had no shame at all. He gripped her wrists tightly and pulled her hands down, exposing her bare breasts to the hot summer sun and anything his eyes happened to focus on.

Masha's head was a little dizzy and she couldn't cope with Alex's sudden and strange initiative. The fear of being seen by her strict neighbors made her tremble, but it was only because of fear. Or is it because of the turmoil I feel inside! She thought of the Colonel and his wife, and of old Mr. Pearson, who had probably been without a woman for twenty years. If he looked out the window now, what would he think? Would his limp old penis ever be full of life and throbbing? Suddenly she wished she were someone who believed in the resurrection, and thought of the old man gazing at her creamy breasts, at the beautiful, smooth curve of her hips, at the red triangle that marked the gateway to her sex. She imagined him fumbling with the button of his trousers with one shaking old hand, taking out his cock for the first time in years and playing with it with half-forgotten skills.

James who lives in the big house over there. How about Lacey's family? Masha was very sure that Andrea. James Lacey hasn't felt it in years. Her fat, middle-aged husband had to work so many hours a day that it was impossible for him to have an erection. She politely submitted to her lover's reckless embrace, which was just concealed by the arching apple branches. Then she thought, All right, Andrea, this one is yours.

It seemed that he wanted to force her to use all her charms, and he bent her body and made it into various obscene positions. How incredible it seemed that she was naked, bereft of all her secrets, while her energetic lover stood before her fully clothed, directing her humiliation like some devilish circus director.

Now she was bending backwards, her knees bent, her lithe spine arched, and finally her hands touched the soft grass, and she became a shameless quadruped, her face turned to the sky, her genitals exposed to the eyes of the whole world.

The wind blew through the apple trees, making a rustling sound. The hypnotic buzz of the bees suggests that secrets are no longer concealed, that there is a person whose greatest desire is also his greatest foundation. Masha was willing to fall, she welcomed it as she would welcome a new lover; she had begun to realize that only new excitement could completely cut off her lethargy, which was constantly eating away at her and threatening to seal her forever in the monotony of complete existence.

But her guilty, semi-realistic dream was not over. Alex's serious conqueror mask suddenly broke into a grin, and he threw his head back and laughed. A burst of estrus had been interrupted, and the decadent pleasure had disappeared in the interval of a breath.

Alex turned her over and made her lie on her back on the soft grass. He pulled out his belt and pounced on her. She returned his embrace, at once flattered by the novelty of the play and disappointed that it did not give her the greatest satisfaction.

She felt around for his cock. In her palm it was warm and smooth. Her fingers slid from the wet glans to the silky smooth shaft beneath, lubricated with its own slippery juices. The passage between her legs felt like a boiling river of desire, hot and wet and pulsating to its own secret rhythm. She wanted a finger on her clitoris, a penis to tense her sex organs, and a hot, rapid thrust to drown her desire. The air was filled with the intoxicating aroma emanating from her body, a mixture of semen and lust. Masha was dizzy with urgent need.

"Fuck me, fuck me, now!"

With one violent thrust he slid into her, his eager movements pressing her soft white flesh against the twigs and stones of the grass. This discomfort only irritated Masha further. She gasped as his hard member penetrated her, trying desperately to hold on to him, her fingernails digging into his back through the fragile white fabric of his shirt. The two of them hugged each other tightly, now completely oblivious to prying eyes, and rode on each other in the hope of achieving the greatest carnal enjoyment.

Masha's sexual climax soon came. The spasms were enough to make Alex shoot his pearly load of semen into her body again and again.

As they lay on the grass, panting with satisfaction, Masha realized that there was a need inside her, an unsatisfied need. The consciousness filled her with terror and with a strange excitement such as she had never experienced before.

Alex is gone. Masha poured herself a glass of chilled wine and took a quick bath. Just because her husband and his lover left her alone during the day, that didn't mean she couldn't pamper herself. She was already immersed in a sea of ​​foam.

Later, she browsed through the (Lloyd's List poster) and the (Financial Times), and then she went to work and decided to do some work.

The computer was in a back room downstairs, which Richard was tempted to use as a darkroom. But Masha immediately saw that it could be used as an office. In that argument, as usual, she had the upper hand. After all, if she was going to live far away and run her freelance writing management consulting business from home, she needed a proper office, and that meant not being banished to the kitchen or the booth.

She sat in front of the VDU and turned it on. The screen lights up, put in the floppy disk, then enter the command JUNO and wait for the network to connect.

Financial markets were quiet today. The dollar was two pfennigs higher than the German mark, but nothing would change the content of the report she wrote. She went through a set of charts and typed up a few statistical spreadsheets for the next board meeting. If she starts writing the report now, she can meet the deadline to get it to the head office the next morning. When you're a freelance writer and management consultant for the international conglomerate Grunwald & Baker, there's no such thing as half-heartedness.

She pulled out a folder and, instead of looking at the blank pages, she found herself watching suspiciously a message slowly appearing on the screen:

Don't fool yourself, Masha. Your secrets are ours too. We are fully aware of everything you do. Omega knows everything.

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Chapter 2

Masha was depressed all day, and when she woke up the next morning, she was still wondering: Who did this prank? Why is it named Omega? Oh my god! Please have pity on me! What is the intention?

Of course, it may not make any sense. Indeed, it was no secret that there were many at Grunwald and Baker who were jealous of her influence over the chairman, and her unhappiness was sensed by a few of the naughty boys who had graduated from Oxford and Cambridge the previous year and their innocent and lovely girlfriends, one of whom was a girl called Belinda. Masha, a married woman in her twenties, is not the type to give orders.

Indeed, when Steinerber. When Myers decided to hire a management consultant to get the company back on track, Grunwald and many people at Baker were unhappy, and they certainly didn't expect McLean. People like Masha, coupled with the fact that she conducts her counseling work from home, further irritates them. After all, you can’t do serious professional work from your living room, can you? She felt that they lumped the McLean Consulting Office in with the sex toys and the Tupperware gathering.

Of course, she had to admit that her lifestyle was very free, but she hated sitting there drinking coffee all day, and she also hated having a handsome face but a stupid brain. You hear them staring at her back despite their hatred for her, or lingering like obscene boys at the bottom of the stairs waiting to see up her skirt. The point is that she is a trained management consultant, not a simple-minded frivolous woman; she has a Masters in Business Administration.

No doubt they had heard about her flirting with Alex. They may have a vague feeling that this has nothing to do with professionalism, but the most likely possibility is that they are just full of jealousy. But half of them were sure that they would prefer her as a secretary.

Well, today's meeting will prove that her head is not filled with cotton wool. Her report, based on investigation and research, clearly stated that Grunwald and Baker's supermarket efficiency could be improved by 10% at the next settlement of accounts if they accepted the plan she had proposed. It will definitely lead to war, but Masha is not worried about the confrontation. If anything, the atmosphere of the meetings was in her favor, and she would often go straight home after the meetings and beg Richard to have sex with her, she was in desperate need of a hard penis.

She removed Richard's arm from around her waist and got out of bed, leaving him dazed and sprawled on the bed. His back is broad and strong, she thought to herself, glancing at his tanned skin. He lay there, face down, thighs apart, like an innocent child, but also like a lustful man sleeping after an orgy. His huge testicles were clearly visible between his parted thighs, with bronze hair covering the wrinkled red skin. The pair of fruits looked so tempting and exciting that Masha longed to taste them. She planned to let her hands gently stroke between those bronze thighs, put the plump fruit of happiness into her mouth, let her tongue lick the skin, making it tense with extreme excitement.

Something warm flowed from her vagina, and her nipples hardened with pleasure from the touch. She knew that if she put her hand between her legs, between her parted labia, and rubbed there for a while, she would be able to satisfy herself and relieve this terrible pressure. However, there is no time to satisfy my sexual desire. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table. It was already seven-fifteen, and she still had clothes to wash and trash to take out, and she had to write a note to leave for the electrician. She decided not to wake Richard up. He was not at work today, so she let him have a dream. She wondered who he would dream about.

She controlled herself and turned her attention to the wardrobe, opening the door and scanning the clothes hanging on the crossbar with a critical eye. This blue suit? No, it's a bit too formal. How about Armani clothing? Is the style old? She took it out, tested it on herself, and admired herself in the mirror. Trendy, that's for sure, but is it too much? Today, she wanted to look stunningly beautiful, sexy and a little dangerous.

Finally, she decided to wear the bright green dress with a necklace, it had worked in the past and there was no reason why it wouldn't work again. Okay, she's going to succeed on her own merits, not her gender. However, she wanted to use all the help she could get, and she had a brilliant idea: her bare breasts pressed against the contours of her clothes would be enough to weaken their resistance. Maybe it would be easier to convince them if they focused on her gender. Masha has no qualms about engaging in dirty fights. After all, if no one else is doing it, who knows? She might even get a piece of Omega news or two, a clue as to who this mischievous fellow was. Whoever he was, he was a smart man, and even if he had been plugged into the system, he either knew her instructions or found a way to get into her system without instructions.

For all her self-confidence, the thought made her shudder.

She took a quick shower and rubbed a little perfume between her breasts before putting on the green dress. The outfit was well chosen, showing off her long legs and firm breasts, and was finished off with skimpy stockings and elegant leather shoes.

Richard was still sleeping, with his arms wrapped around the pillow like a child hugging a teddy bear. Masha put on her earrings, picked up her handbag and went downstairs.

Going to work was like a way of atonement; her car had just been fitted with a new transmission and was still in the garage, so she had to take the train. There was really nothing to do, crammed into a stuffy carriage with hundreds of expressionless people carrying briefcases. Besides, unsatisfied sexual desire was pulsating annoyingly between my thighs. Her concentration was about to collapse. She held on to the luggage rack tightly, squeezed among the dense crowd of passengers, her back rubbing against the man standing behind her. It was an unconscious friction during the movement of the train, but she guiltily realized that she liked it. Is it her imagination? Or was he returning the favor by pressing his penis against her back? She had already felt something hard beginning to swell in her pants.

Was he pressed against her now, so close that she could hear his breathing, and was it his hand on her back tracing the curve of her hip? Sliding slowly down toward the hem of her skirt? She felt her breathing quicken and become a little hoarse. A man she didn't even know, whom she hadn't even seen, was rubbing against her in the most public place she could imagine, his disgusting hands caressing her skin. Now he was pulling her skirt up, exposing her back, leaving her in just a pair of panties. The dense crowd prevented her from being exposed to the public, and only God knew what he was going to do next.

At this moment, her nipples were hard and her clitoris was longing for him to go further and further.

Her fingers touched something and now he had his hand in his. What is he trying to do? Even if she wanted to pull her hand away, she couldn't. Her other hand was tightly grasping the luggage rack. She was in his control, and he must be sure of this. She was a willing victim.

Her heart was pounding, and she stopped resisting, but felt her hand being pulled further back until the inevitable contact, her fingers instinctively moving towards the man's exposed penis, exposing it, feeling its excitement, its agility. He guided her hand and told her what he wanted her to do, but she had already guessed. He wanted her to masturbate him. The sexual desire of this man she had never met was throbbing in the palm of her hand, and his satisfaction was also her own satisfaction, whether she agreed or denied it.

Not daring to glance back for fear of what she might see, Masha began to expertly play with the penis of her unknown lover, slowly and tentatively at first, then with greater force. For Masha, she wanted to get it over with quickly and satisfactorily so that he would go away and leave her alone, but she would rather let it go on forever, prolong the man's physical enjoyment so that he would remember her, the red-haired woman in the green dress who had once occupied his soul. She saw her own capabilities, and with a new thrill Masha realized that her unknown lover was trying to turn her around, silently asking for the satisfaction of his deepest needs and sexual desires, realizing that he would have been delighted to penetrate the temple of her female body with his engorged penis.

The transparent love juice oozing from the glans made the penis slippery. Masha's fingers slid up and down the warm, thick skin. The foreskin was as smooth as satin. All of this seemed incredible, touching the erect penis of a man she had never met, among dozens of indifferent passengers, some of whom were only inches away from her, and they hadn't even begun to guess what was happening in between. Masha tried her best to imagine the man whose penis she was touching. She imagined his testicles, as tight as they should be, and that great cock, shooting out like an arrow from his stylish, beautiful work pants. That was all Masha could imagine. Is he a young man? Or the elderly? She had no way of knowing. But this penis looks like a young man's, vigorous and hard. What if she guessed wrong? Could it be that the person she was caressing was an obscene, toothless, bald old man?

Even this speculation did not dampen her joy. In a sense, it was this very mystery that made her even happier. She felt herself depraved, immoral, freed from the shackles of traditional customs, her body had become a useful object, not a happy follower of this man, but her own believer. This joy was in holding this warm and hard object in her hands.

The train braked screechingly, and Masha noticed people trying to turn around, struggling to stand up from their seats and take their briefcases off the luggage racks. Have we reached Waterloo yet? The sight of the arched beam structure above her head startled her and brought her back to reality. She, a young financial executive, was on her way to an important meeting and she stood there with her skirt pulled up over her back, rubbing the erection of a man she had never met.

The train stopped lurching from side to side at Platform No. 7, and passengers poured out of the carriage like grains of rice pouring out of a torn paper bag. Masha tried her best to pull her hand out in embarrassment, and with the other hand she struggled to pull down her skirt to cover her exposed skin. The lover, whom she had never met, quickly took control of her again, using all his strength to stop her, telling her that maybe she was mistaken, that she might not be able to control herself after all.

Just when Masha was sure that no one had discovered her, she felt the man begin to loosen up and let go of her hand. Masha breathed a sigh of relief and pulled her hand away from the man's penis. All this seemed vague and irrelevant. She still stood there like a tree stump, not daring to move or look back. Then a low, hoarse, and slightly threatening voice sounded in her ears: "We will meet again."

After saying this, this terrible and powerful man left, and she was pale and trembling all over.

"Miss, I'm sorry."

She stepped out of the way of an angry businessman and a pregnant girl and watched them walk toward the platform. Is that him? Is the man in the blue jacket the one who gets her into this dangerous and exciting game? No, it doesn't, he doesn't sound like that. Masha watched the group carefully as they walked towards the platform leading to the suburbs. Among these people in gray clothes, there was no way to figure out which one was her temporary sexual partner in the crowded carriage.

She picked up her briefcase, walked out of the car and into the hot summer morning. She raised her hand and slammed the door behind her. A strong perfume floated from her palm. This prohibited perfume was not allowed to be used during sexual intercourse.

When Marsha walked into the conference room, Jeremy, Steiner. Miles glanced up at her and nodded, amused to see him trying not to let his eyes linger too long between her breasts.

Masha sat down at the conference table, crossing her legs elegantly, revealing just a bit of her silky smooth thighs. Everyone was looking at her, which was exactly what she had expected.

She put her briefcase on the mirror-like mahogany table, took out all the slides and copies of the report, and distributed them to everyone. When each director took her report, she asked herself, is he Omega?

In short, not Steiner. Miles, the chairman, is dull and humorless, a successful man who spends little time with his wife, Meryl, and four children, leaving them to play games alone, or perhaps Peter. Neither was James, who had been very friendly to her, especially after helping her out with the troubles with her Delhi plan.

"Based on these data, can I only recommend you?"

Masha stood up, walked to the chart, picked up the marker and began to mark, explain, persuade them, seduce them, knowing in her heart that they were rejecting her, and in principle, not because of a logical argument based on facts. There was no logical dispute about the factual evidence, she was absolutely convinced. Moreover, their faces were filled with confusion and hatred. All right, that was it: she was going to use the facts against them. It would be much better if gender played a role in the debate.

As she spoke, she analyzed and explained the situation, paying special attention to the charts and graphs that had taken weeks to draft, and she looked at her colleagues in the conference room for clues. Once she knew who he was, she could find out why and then exact her revenge.

Jenny. Robertson, the marketing manager, was staring at her intently; his eyes seemed to penetrate her soul. Marsha turned her eyes away uneasily. She knew that Jenny had never liked her and had always been attracted by Marsha's influence on Steinab. She might have been holding a grudge against Miles, and perhaps she had long wanted to do something to hurt her, but Jenny knew nothing about technology, so she would never resort to such a trick. Jenny. Robertson would use a more sophisticated, more brutal approach.

Masha turned on the overhead projector and put in a slide about planned savings, one of her proposed cost-cutting measures. In her mind, she was still reviewing all the possible rivals, Harry. Gates, Lulon. Palmer, Joan. Darcy Fan, they are all possible, young, naive, and full of ambition. Masha. It seemed impossible that Doyle, the chairman's middle-aged buyer, could be motivated by jealousy or simple psychological hostility. Now, Masha was convinced that she was dealing with someone from the company in a foreign country, or even a complete outsider.

"These savings fluctuate abnormally with the movement of the pound," said Lindsay. "What would happen if a trend suddenly emerged in the currency market?"

"Not bad," Palmer nodded in agreement, looking horribly smug, no wonder his girlfriend had poured greenish-gray paint all over his new designer clothes. "These are all very good measures, but do you really think the store clerks will accept them? We have other ways to make money."

Marsha leaned over, put her hands on the table, looked Palmer in the face and said, "This is not a matter of choice," very calmly, very calmly, "If we don't implement these plans, this company will go bankrupt within two years. By then, everyone will be unemployed, including you."

After these words were spoken, the conference room fell silent, and Masha suddenly realized that her abdomen and pubic area were filled with warm passion. The power and the attack were really directed at her. In her mind, she suddenly saw herself wearing a black leather jacket, rolling a high-heeled leather boot towards Lu Lun. Palmer's hideous face.

"Of course," Jenny added, "that's just your side of the story."

"Yes," Masha replied coldly, no longer being fooled, "but if these measures are not implemented, I will not stay here and watch the company collapse. Many other employees are more receptive to reasonable long-term financial plans."

"Ah!" Palmer smiled. "Does everyone want you to come out of your warm and comfortable home to work? By the way, how is Neb's company now? And is your work exhausting and you need a good rest?"

This blatant implication affects everyone. If not a legend, Masha's sexual desire was at least a consensus in the company. She was beautiful, charming, and quite selective in her lovers, and those who had tried and failed to win her heart were understandably angry.

She had a sweet smile on her face.

"Mr. Palmer, you can save this company with your life, but you can't let us all make the same mistake you did."

Her clitoris was beating urgently and regularly, it was the throbbing of sexual desire. As her heart contracted, this desire was like a surging sea that attacked her whole body. She didn't know whether other people present could notice her hard nipples, which were pressed against her fitted green clothes. The thought of them all staring at her breasts, witnessing her sexual arousal, only turned her on more.

There was nothing moving after the meeting. The board of directors compromised on Masha's plan. They passed the financial budget for next year. The solid evidence could hardly be denied. The key lay in these 350 backup plans. One thing is clear, however, this will not be concluded in one meeting.

"Okay, I declare this meeting adjourned," said Steiner. Miles said, "Masha, I want to thank you for your preparation for such a thorough data classification. Personally, I have no doubt about the necessity of basic measures, but this obviously requires further, methodical discussion to refine the essence." He glanced meaningfully at Palmer and Darcy Fan, "Besides, I don't want my personal opinion to affect the correct decision."

Masha put away the documents. Overall, she was satisfied with the way things had turned out. She hadn't really expected to be accepted on the first try, and these objections were also to be expected. In fact, all things considered, they had been quite reasonable. Of course, it helped that she was so absolutely convinced of the data she had prepared that she almost forgot to dress up for attention.

Although she did not speculate further about Omega's true identity, for some reason, Palmer seemed too obvious, and his innuendos did arouse her suspicion like a magnet. Was it a double-dealer's bluff? Oh, God, now she was being stupid.

She thought that she was alone and was about to turn around and leave when she saw Harry. Gates was lingering at the window, as if waiting to ask her something. She passed him without noticing him, but as she was reaching for the door handle he ran after her.

"Masha!"

"What?" She turned and looked at him in confusion.

"Let's go out for a drink, shall we? Or maybe a meal? I'm staying at the Portland Hotel, just around the corner. Are you in a hurry to get home? Maybe we could spend some time together, get to know each other better..."

"I'm sorry, Harry, maybe another time." She patted his hand gently, more like his mother than a potential lover. He's very gentle, really. Maybe… No, her sex life was already complicated enough, and she didn't want to add any more unexpected variables. "Listen, next time after the meeting in Feze, can we go get something to drink during lunch?"

Harry, failing to hide his disappointment, walked down the corridor and down the stairs. He always takes the stairs and for some reason hates elevators. It was obvious that he was either a bit freakish or had a severe phobia, and no one walked up those dirty stairs just for fun.

Masha turned left, walked towards the elevator, pressed a button and waited. It took a while for the elevator to come down from the 50th floor, and there was no one around. Secretly, she unbuttoned the top button of her dress, reached in, and touched her nipple with her fingertips. It was still hard, like a small piece of warm iron, not yielding to the touch, and very, very sensitive, as if her fingertips were electrified, cracking through her breasts inside her body and surging along every blood vessel and every nerve, all the way to her abdomen, her genitals, her buttocks and then to her fingertips, completing a cycle.

A dull noise alerted Masha; it was the sound of the elevator running. She glanced at the sign: Twenty-eighth Floor. There were only a few layers left, she pulled her hand away reluctantly and buttoned the top button. Her panties were wet and uncomfortable. When she returned home, Richard would get more than he expected. What if he didn't want it? Okay, she had to be careful.

The elevator arrived with the clanging of steel cables, and stopped swaying on the 30th floor. The door opened, and Masha found that it was packed with people; obviously, there was a meeting in the top room, because everyone was wearing those ridiculous plastic badges. Masha didn't pay much attention to them, stepped into the elevator, and squeezed behind the door. People politely moved aside to let her in, and Masha squeezed back among her companions.

The elevator shook again and began to slide slowly downward. The journey seemed to take a century as it stopped at each floor to let people in or out. Now, the elevator was incredibly crowded, Masha was almost out of breath, and she felt a hand on her back and thought, this is accidental, is she just thinking this? In such a narrow space, physical collisions are inevitable and people cannot escape.

But, no, she felt it again at her back, and her hand slid slowly and carefully across her buttocks, exploring that area, the flesh so firm wrapped tightly in the linen clothes. Not for the first time that day, Masha's heart was pounding. Could it be that this human world has some intentions towards her body? Thinking of this, she shuddered, not entirely because of discomfort.

Now, the hand is bolder, is it still the same hand? The same hand that had satisfied her needs in that crowded carriage a few hours ago? No way, but she was somewhat familiar with this touch. She tried her best to turn around and see who was doing this to her, but was quickly stopped by the representatives who were huddled together. She could have asked someone to help her, but something was pressing against her back. Perhaps she should have gotten out on the next floor, but that hand slowly and obscenely reached under her skirt, controlling her panic. She felt as if she was tied up.

The elevator stopped on the fifteenth floor, the doors opened, and most of the delegates poured out, no doubt heading for the executive dining room. Masha followed them and took a step forward, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly. She was shocked and wanted to turn around to vent her anger on him, but several hands held her down, preventing her from moving. She was forced to stand there blankly, staring at the front in despair. The door began to close, cutting off her way to escape.

There were only fifteen floors left. What could anyone do to her in such a short time? Although she could not see them, she knew there must be five or six with her, standing behind her and her captors, and if she cried out one would surely come to her aid.

Between the fifteenth and fourteenth floors, the elevator lurched slightly, then suddenly, with a loud creaking sound, it stopped. The light flickered a few times and then went out. The elevator was dead silent, with only the faint glow of the emergency lights breaking the sinister gloom.

No one moved, no one spoke, and the faceless people behind her made no sound. Only their breathing told Masha that she was not alone: ​​their breath, and their iron-hard fingers piercing her wrists and gripping her neck like a vise. She should not panic, should not show her fear.

Suddenly, she felt a silky brush rubbing against her cheek. She jerked her head away, but it was no use. The silk scarf suddenly covered her face, blocking out the last bit of light, the last bit of comfort.

Now, she was in darkness, lonely, worried, unable to see, and lost. Those hands were now becoming bolder, ignoring her fears, teasing her body and making her excited. The elevator stopped and started again, which might take several minutes, or even hours. She was dominated by a man she had never met.

Skilled and deft fingers unbuttoned her dress, unzipped it, and with great effort pulled her skirt down to Masha's hips, causing it to fall to the ground with a slight rustling sound. Several hands still held her wrists tightly, but she no longer struggled. What was happening to her was as strange as a dream. The unreal hands pulled down her panties. Masha's fear began to disappear, and a warm current of guilt spread throughout her body. This was not her will, but was a homophony of caressing her buttocks, thighs and clitoris.

"Be obedient," a voice came close to her face, panting. She could tell it was the voice of the man on the train. "Follow the pleasure principle and you won't be hurt." She was so angry that she wanted to scream and protest. She was a woman, not a sex tool. Besides, she, Masha. McLean, not accustomed to obedience, was unwilling to accept the self-proclaimed lover who insulted her dignity and imposed his sexual desires on her. Yet she said nothing, for she remembered the day before, that feverish afternoon when Alex had dragged her out into his garden and stripped her naked, without a trace of pity in his eyes, she remembered the taste of his cock in her mouth and the way he had thrust into her suddenly, with unexpected skill, she remembered the pleasure she had felt from her own submission.

Now, with the hands on her shoulders, pushing her down, down, down, she knelt quietly on the elevator floor, aware that her other senses were becoming more acute, the smell of her sex surrounded her completely, filled the hot, stagnant air. The sound of the zipper made her shudder and her nipples hardened again, already anticipating what she would be asked to do next.

The fingers that permeated her sex scent forced her mouth open, and the hand that was wrapped around her long, red hair suddenly pulled her head forward.

The man's cock had a strong salty taste, and to her surprise, he didn't fill her throat and suffocate her like most men did. At first, only a little of the glans was allowed to touch her, and then, gradually, in and out of her mouth, her tongue licked the glans with dizzying fascination, tracing in her mind its crimson head, the heavy testicles, the taut flesh as his arousal grew.

She knew, with every movement of her lips, tongue and throat, that he was close to cumming, and she was waiting for the peak of pleasure: the overflow of salty fluid, the hot white spray filling his mouth. She could already hear his breathing getting hoarse, could smell his arousal, could taste it with her tongue, and she wanted to reach out and touch his testicles, but her wrist was still held tightly, and suddenly she wondered who was holding her there, and how many people were there with her in the elevator car, watching, waiting, and reveling in this? She didn't know if they were masturbating over her, if she was giving them the same physical pleasure she was giving this faceless man with the large, smooth penis.

His cock twitched against her tongue and soon, about to spasm with uncontrollable pleasure, move forward to spurt his semen into her mouth, her own strength was undeniable and more erotic than she had thought, and she wanted to keep him here, on the edge of orgasm, as he kept her on her knees, and she wanted to play with his pleasure, make him realize that it was all up to her and that, if she had a choice, she could deny him the satisfaction he so desperately needed.

To her amazement, he suddenly pulled his penis back, and for a moment she lost touch with reality, but she immediately understood his intention: he was telling her that no matter what she was thinking, he was in power, her master, the only one who controlled her own happiness.

Several hands grabbed her and placed her on the floor of the elevator car, where the rough carpet pricked her tender skin like a bed of nails. She passively let these hands manipulate her as they pleased, out of curiosity rather than fear that something might happen to her.

The sound floated over again, as if it was an echo from another planet.

"Masturbate yourself." She didn't react for a moment, and then her right hand was grabbed and brought to the golden and red triangle area under her flat abdomen. Now she understood.

"Let me see you masturbate. I want to know exactly how you do it when there's no man to fuck you."

"But... why?" Masha asked stutteringly, and after she finished speaking, she realized that this was a mistake.

"Don't talk," the hand covered her mouth, with a mixture of the smell of perfume, leather, sweat and sexual organs, "you can only talk if I allow you to talk." Masha's trembling fingers parted her labia, and her middle finger slid along the crotch and inserted into the warm and dark vagina. It was already wet. After all, she had been in an aroused, open state of threshold all day. Now, a new stimulus has come to awaken her clitoris, "Touch the clitoris,"

"I……"

"Don't talk, show me, you can talk, open your legs a little more, I want to see your pleasure." Masha's trembling fingers slid over the firm bud between the labia majora. The smell of the sexual organ floated into her nostrils, deepening the humiliation she felt; her excitement. Now that her sexual desire was aroused, her beliefs were cast aside, and she knew that it would not take more than a few minutes for her to reach the peak of pleasure. The thought of an unknown person in the dark elevator quietly looking at her naked body and masturbating only made her more passionate.

There is also power in this small-scale demonstration. The strong, smooth thumb of her left hand pressed rhythmically on her clitoris, while the fingers of her right hand touched and stimulated her nipples, or teased the pleasure palace on her buttocks. She knew what her cruel lover had to do with this faceless master, knowing that his penis was twisted due to relaxation. Thinking of this, warm happiness spread from her abdomen to her whole body like surging waves. Her pleasure was about to come, and her clitoris was oozing love juice. Just a few more times, just a few more, and she would reach orgasm.

"Stop." The hand came up again and grabbed her wrist with a leather glove. "Haven't you gotten pleasure yet?" Pleasure? This did not fit in with Masha's point of view. For her, pleasure had always been simple and easy like picking chocolates from a box. This idea angered Masha. Who is this faceless man? Who was the person who was not letting her have the orgasm she needed? And she desperately needed her body to enjoy it, her clitoris throbbing with unbearable pain caused by the failure.

She couldn't protest, or ask him why, as rough hands grasped her shoulders and flipped her over onto her hands and knees, spreading her thighs and exposing her bare bottom.

He grasped her insides with precision, and apart from his incoherent breathing, there was silence, an oppressive silence. In the scorching heat, her sweat dripped from her shoulders to her waist. The man rushed into her again and again, and the thick penis expanded the vaginal walls. He didn't think about making her happy at all, but only pursued his own satisfaction rhythmically. Unreal and mechanical, Masha, without realizing what she was doing, began to respond to his thrusts, sticking out her buttocks to meet the next lubricated piston, the rough blanket scratched her knees and palms, but she felt no pain at all. She is in another world. Without making a sound, he ejaculated into her body and quickly pulled out, leaving Masha alone on the ground unsatisfied. She tried to move, but the gloved hand was there again, at the back of her neck.

"Don't move, I won't allow it!" The smell of high-quality leather, mixed with the scent of sexual intercourse, permeated the suffocating hot air.

Just then, the elevator creaked and returned to normal. Through the thin silk scarf, Masha saw the light flashing on its back. They moved one floor, maybe two, and then the elevator stopped again and she heard someone pressing a button, a door opening, footsteps passing by; they were gone! They couldn't just leave her like this!

When the unidentified lover walked out of the elevator, he turned around and spoke again, his voice dark and ironic: "We will meet again."

After saying that, he left and the elevator door closed behind him.

Masha was the only one left in the elevator and realized she had to act quickly. Fortunately, the elevator stopped and she had to get dressed before anyone came in. She couldn't let anyone see her like this. She pulled off the scarf from her eyes and pressed her face against the small glass window of the elevator door. She squinted in the dim light. There was no one in the corridor outside.

She quickly put on her clothes and shoes, pulled on her discarded underpants, and made herself as clean as possible. This strange experience was evident everywhere: the entire elevator reeked of sex, and there were little white spots on the carpet.

She was finally ready, took a deep breath, and pressed the key to the ground level.

What will happen in her life? She picked up the black scarf, a guilty excitement surging like a surging wave, and deep in her heart, she knew: the change in her life was irreversible.

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Chapter 3

When she got home she found Richard lying on his back, sprawled out on the sunbed in the garden, a cold beer in his hand, smiling at her.

"Come here, lie down together." He moved his body, making room for her to lie next to him.

"Okay! But I have to take a shower first." Although Masha took a shower in the office bathroom, her clothes and skin still exuded an indelible scent of guilty pleasure. She had never felt such guilty pleasure before, but after all, it wasn't her fault. The strange excitement of what had happened to her as she lay on the elevator floor had led her to shamelessly seek pleasure from men whom even God knew nothing about. She wanted to wash away everything that had happened from her mind and forget it completely, but she also wanted to keep it deeply in her memory to stimulate her, seduce her, and lure her into a crazy excitement that she had never experienced before.

She took off her clothes and threw them into the washing machine, then walked up the stairs and turned on the shower. The cold water felt like thousands of tiny needles piercing her body, and she gasped for breath. But it was just the right amount of comfort to wash away her day, her heat, her worries, the stress of the meeting. She rubbed her tired skin with soap to revive it and restore its original appearance to welcome the arrival of excitement.

She reached her hand between her legs, and a wave of lust made her forget everything that had happened during the day, and her breasts became as hard as rock. Since the water temperature was too low, she turned it up a bit so that she could relax in the warm water. She spread her legs and inserted her fingers into her vagina. She slid a bar of soap in and out of her labia, the perfume mixing with her body scent, both unpleasant and sobering, the milky foam calm and turbulent. She slid her fingers around the top edge of her clitoris, and even though it was only from a distance, it was very stimulating. A slight warmth flowed down her belly and then down her thighs. If she hadn't come this time, the dormant desire would have been strangled.

As she masturbated with the soap bar, she pictured Richard in the daylight; making love gracefully on the soft grass in the sun, her tightly closed eyelids flushed, her lust slowly reached a climax, a strong spasm automatically spread to her thighs, a shadow appeared in her field of vision, blocking the light from the sun, forcing her to open her eyes to see him and acknowledge his presence. A dark figure; only a body without a face, horrible and terrifying. She knew that as long as she opened her eyes she would see a long, round, hard cock exposed outside her black pants, and her lust would be aroused again.

An ambiguous and hoarse voice sounded in her ears: "I miss you, I miss you..." A hand held her tightly, and her desire really came in trembling. She discovered that this kind of pleasure-seeking was the real green island she had been looking for.

The climax of the fish man in the love cauldron gradually subsided. Masha opened her eyes and found that the man was none other than Richard. Now he was naked and moving slowly as usual.

"I missed you, Masha." After a moment's silence, he crawled over and showed her his beautiful hard-on. Masha wanted to take it into her mouth, but Richard had other plans. He squeezed her ass and lifted it effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist. He slipped his cock on easily and gently and she held him tightly, tickling his back with passion. He inserted his penis into her vagina, controlling the movement so that she would not become overwhelmed and lose control of herself in a short while.

He had her leaning against him so he could stuff her breast into his mouth. Masha liked him sucking her nipples like a cute child greedily sucking his mother's milk. As he gently teased her breasts with his tongue and teeth, Masha's sexual desire was coming to an end. He pumped, pumped, pumped continuously inside her in an almost excruciatingly slow motion.

"I'm close!" she panted, feeling the pleasure starting in her vagina, moving through her thighs, her ass, her breasts, and finally exploding in a fragrant spray of semen. Richard's semen spurted into her body with such force that Masha felt it hit her cervix. It was a dizzying experience. Masha collapsed on his shoulder like an incompetent, exhausted doll.

That evening, she opened the office door and went in to get some papers. Damn, forget to turn off the computer. She really didn't want to use it to store any confidential information.

She walked across the office to turn off her computer. When she pressed the "Exit" button, the screen flashed: There is a message in the mailbox.

She typed in her command and pulled up her email. Just one message for her. As she read it, she felt a shudder inexplicably.

Do you still want to have fun in the elevator? So far, Omega feels very happy with you. Do you want to do it again?

"Oh my God; Masha, let me help you." Sonia. Graham stuck his head into the room and took a look, seeing a messy scene with soapy water more than a foot deep on the ground.

"The damn washing machine breaks down again." Masha, barefoot and wearing shorts, lost the battle against the flood. Not only did she fail to sweep the water out of the house, the water level was rising.

"The washing machine must be turned off," Sonya said, taking off her shoes and wading through the kitchen, holding up her skirt. "Be careful, otherwise you will get electrocuted and die!" She first turned off the washing machine and then tightened the faucet. The washing machine stopped spinning and the water stopped spraying.

Masha and Sonya looked at each other as the water receded and laughed.

"Listen," Sonia picked up the mop and bucket and said to Masha, "Let's clean up here first, and then I'll take you to the city for lunch." Masha took a deep sip of the cool mineral water and sat down on the wicker chair.

"It's a great place, I love coming here, thank you very much. These days, when I forget about being an aspiring entrepreneur, I start to think of myself as just Mrs. Mopp." Masha picked up a slice of avocado and licked the butter off it with her tongue. Masha looked up and found Sonya staring at her with a mysterious smile.

"Hey, how's Alex?" Masha grinned.

"Shh, you shouldn't know either. Do you remember why?" "Oh, okay, Masha, you know, I haven't told anyone about this. You are so great. This is where Jem and I started to fall. Do you remember that time you cheered for me? And took me to see the performance of a half-naked dancer?" "How could I forget. I still remember how intimate you were with that dancer." Sonia giggled.

"Don't blame me. I was really intoxicated by that kind of lust. Do you remember the guy who looked like a melon? He was tall, strong, and muscular. He asked me to touch his penis through his fig leaf. Any normal, hot-blooded woman would find it difficult to resist such temptation.

"What happened after he let you into his dressing room? You never told me, and every time I asked you, you just winked at me." Sonya washed down the avocado in her hand with a sip of white wine.

"Well, since it's you, I'll tell you. Besides, you must have already made some inferences based on the circumstances. Rick, that's his name, met me backstage and invited me into his dressing room. When I got there, I was shocked. He wanted to have fun with me and two other guys. I almost turned around and backed out." "Rick saw my concern and told me to sit down and relax. He was really lovely. I mean, he got me something to drink and talked to me, and eventually, I did start to feel comfortable with him. I thought there must be some stimulant in the drink, because I would never dare to be in a room with three half-naked men. I'm not that filthy."

"I thought Rick's two friends, Andy and Jade, would put their clothes on and leave. However, they sat down and chatted with me. They complimented my hair and clothes profusely. Jade even leaned over to touch my right breast and feel the texture of my skirt with her hand. He and I both knew that this was nothing. Anyway, my feelings changed completely. My nipples stood up and were very hard. I didn't wear a bra because my skirt was backless, which of course made it clear that I was very receptive to other people's opinions.

"I was calm and composed, but I stared at him as Rick stood before me and began to untie the crotch cloth. Rick untied the bows on both sides of the crotch cloth and let it hang there, just covering his amazing treasure. Then Rick very gently took my right hand and instructed me what to do.

Masha leaned against the table, her face full of curiosity.

"What did he want from you?" "He wanted to take off his crotch cloth and I did it. And, man, he had the most beautiful cock I ever saw." "Better than Jim's?" "Oh, it's an inch and a half long and still soft. I can't tell how thick it is. It's almost as big as Jim's when he's erect. Anyway, it can't hang around like that all the time. Then Rick asked, "Do you want to see my little trick?" Like a fool, I said "Yes." And guess what, the man had it fully erect in less than ten seconds. He could do it as fast as he wanted.

"At that time, I could only grin foolishly. The drink made me lose control. I was also very horny. When Jed and Andy took off their crotch cloths, I felt warm and wet between my legs. Masha, I was very eager at that time. I could have sex with anyone, but I was a little hesitant to have fun with three horny perverts.

"Rick didn't have to make me take off my clothes. He just knelt between my legs and reached under my skirt. I wasn't wearing socks, so he didn't have to take off my panties. He just pulled the crotch cloth aside and pressed down on me. Masha, it was amazing. He had a long tongue and knew exactly how to use it. His tongue licked around my labia majora, and it felt amazing. But I couldn't last long when he sucked on my clit. After a while, I reached an orgasm under the action of his mouth, moaning for him to come again. Even now, my vagina is wet when I think about it.

"At that point, I didn't care if anyone saw what I was doing. I knew these guys and I could only fuck them one by one. These perverts were experienced, so when Rick pulled me over and told me to sit on his cock, I was so excited that my limbs went limp and he penetrated me like a warm knife into butter. He lifted my skirt to my waist and spread my legs wide so I could see myself clearly in the mirror opposite. Of course, Jed and Alan got the most benefit from it. Now, their cocks were hard and ready, and I guessed that I was the one they were going to play with.

"Watching myself having sex with a stranger was one of the most incredible things I've ever done, and one of the most exciting things to me. It was like watching a porn movie. I could see Rick's penis going in and out, and I could feel it: the hard spear seemed to be lubed up, and even though it was so big, it slid in and out without any pain. When his fingers found my clit and began to rub it, I was ecstatic.

"I screamed as I came. I could see my pleasure in the mirror in front of me. My sex organs were tense. As Rick's semen shot into me, it gushed out and dripped onto the seat.

"I thought a quick fuck would be enough and I got dressed and prepared to go out. I wasn't even thinking about Alan and Jed because I had already gently stroked their cocks while they watched me and their friend have sex and they knew I was going to continue having sex throughout the evening and they were only too happy to oblige.

"I hadn't recovered enough from my intercourse with Rick when I suddenly felt a pair of strong arms embrace me and lift me up. Aaron expertly unzipped my skirt and pulled it down over my hips, letting it fall to my feet. Rick's cum dripped onto my thighs while Jed knelt in front of me, licking the cum off my skin and licking it all off. He licked up to my vagina, running his tongue around my labia like a cat greedily eating butter. You can imagine how I felt. It was ecstasy.

"After he finished, he and Alan pulled me to the ground and made me lie on my side. I thought one of them wanted to fuck me, but it turned out that they both fucked me together. Jed squatted in front of me and put his smooth big organ into me. At the same time, I felt Alan behind me and began to gently open my anus. Oh, Masha, I was really scared. No one had ever done this to me before, and I was afraid he would hurt me. But he inserted it into my anus and it didn't hurt at all. He must have put some oil on his penis, and it felt really good.

"I was sandwiched between two lovers, while the third one watched and stroked his penis until it became hard. The feeling in front and behind me was amazing. I was going to die! My pleasure was getting higher and higher, and finally, they shot their treasures inside me, and we lay on the ground, enjoying the pleasure of the flesh and laughing. "Masha ate a little chicken and said, "It's amazing, how it ended?" Sonya laughed.

"Oh, it's still early. Once we all recover, we'll start all over again. I don't think we've done it so many times in a week before, let alone in one night. Of course, Alan and Jed and Rick are very suitable. They are complete gigolos. Their stamina is amazing. They can go on again and again. I stayed in the dressing room all night, and learned things that I never dreamed of, let alone tried.

"I left the next morning and told Jem I was going to spend the night with a girl friend to discuss our problems. You know, what happened that night was very strange to me. I used to think I was unpopular and not a sexual adventurer, but after that night, I suddenly realized that sex was not just about lying there and waiting for Jem to get going. I don't think Jem could understand what was happening to me. I was openly affectionate, and we stayed in bed all day, and Jem had almost no chance to show his skills.

Sonya paused to take a breath, and her bright eyes gleamed with a struggling look as she recalled her own wonderful adventure.

"How are you, Marsha, what have you been doing since I last saw you? You must think my affair that night was boring." "Oh, you know, my life is not that exciting," Marsha retorted. "Richard is hardly ever home, they're working on this new cabinet project, and Alex is an interesting guy, but sometimes I need something more." Sonia's eyes widened.

"Martha, you already have a sexy husband with an enviable big penis, and a lover who dotes on you and guards you like a stud. If you want, you can have sex with him 24 hours a day. Besides, you have a great job and a whole closet of clothes. What's wrong with your life? If it were me, I would be very satisfied. How about we exchange jobs? I'll give you Jem and my boring jobs, and I'll have Richard and Alex, as well as the key to the laundry room." Marsha thought for a moment and burst into laughter.

Sonya looked at Masha in great confusion.

"Maybe. It does scare me though, sometimes..."

"What?" "Sometimes, it excites me." She found that Sonya was shocked and curious. Was she going to tell her what happened in the elevator car that day? Should I tell her that just three days later, a man pressed a strange silver object into her hand? Masha reached into her pocket, pulled out the object and placed it in front of Sonya. It was very small, about an inch long and shaped like an alligator clip.

Sonya stared at it in confusion.

"A silver clip? What's it for?" Masha looked around. The two of them were sitting in a dark corner of the restaurant and no one could see them. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her dress, revealing a breast with a rosy nipple. A silver clip was tightly and greedily fixed on the tender skin. A burning, sudden and severe pain spread throughout her body, and she couldn't help but moan.

Sonya stared at Masha in confusion.

"Is it not hurt?" "Pleasure and pain are so incredibly intertwined." Masha's voice was soft and flat. It was as if her mind was filled with that feeling, which was something I had just learned to enjoy. "Masha came to her senses a little, loosened the silver clip, put it back on the table, buttoned up her shirt, and Sonia picked up the clip and looked at it carefully under the light.

"There seems to be something engraved on it, a symbol, but I can't remember what it is." "This is the Greek letter O," Masha explained, and the smile on her face disappeared immediately.

"I don't understand." "Omega." That night, Marsha finished her work very late, went to bed quietly, and lay down next to Richard, thinking he must be asleep. She lay there for a while, listening to his breathing, which was rhythmic and unclear at times. Nothing could affect her. The whole carefully arranged plan was just like this: the man who hated her tried his best to expose her sexual weakness and embarrass her. Even now, they were still collecting some evidence against her.

At the thought of herself, naked in the elevator car, willingly so, Masha's stomach began to tighten. Something warm flowed out of her vagina, glistening on her parted thighs. Her sexual desire had always been a simple matter. As long as I'm satisfied, it's fine. Now, things are becoming complicated and annoying. Can feel its power growing and unwilling to be restricted by obligations or repression. She was afraid of its power, afraid that one day she would be trapped in some terrible and unchangeable situation.

Instinctively, she moved closer to Richard and pressed her naked body against his back. The night was hot and stuffy, and there were thin beads of sweat on his body. His body odor boosted Masha's confidence. She stroked his back and buttocks very gently, like a breeze.

Richard stirred, rolled over, and wrapped his eager arms around her, his hard-on pressing against her belly, begging for penetration.

"Honey, do you want to make love?" He slid under her body, caressing her with his tongue and lips, gently brushing her nipples, leaving kisses between her breasts, and then sliding down to her soft waist. His tongue licked from her belly to her pubic hair, teasing her pubic hair, almost strongly entering the pleasure center of her female body.

Masha began to moan softly, twisting her body in the wonderful pain, her hands instinctively grasping Richard's shoulders, his bronze hair and his face. She wanted to feel his tongue licking her clitoris, and she wanted to feel the amazing fiery warmth in her abdomen as the first spasm tormented her.

"Oh, Richard, lick me, faster, faster." He licked slowly, as if this could open the valve of her sexual desire forever, then gently touched her labia and spread them apart, revealing the beating heart of her sexual organs. Masha spread her thighs, closed her knees, and asked him to insert it to relieve her torture.

But his tongue was smooth and agile, and he was not satisfied yet. He continued to caress Masha, the tip of his tongue sliding inside her labia, composing a melody of sensation on her eager skin. Clear sexual fluid was flowing out of her vagina, fragrant and sweet. Richard licked the love juice swiftly like a bird sucking nectar. Then he began to caress her labia minora, brushing her clitoris like a gentle breeze. It was incredible what Masha could feel with just that little touch, and she began to touch herself, hoping to satisfy herself by pinching her nipples. She didn't need Richard, but he was determined and his technique was very important to her. She was swimming in the sea of ​​desire and felt that she was always floating on the edge of a wonderful excitement. She hoped that Richard would take her to the peak of excitement and keep her suspended in ecstasy forever.

Richard's tongue still refused to touch the clitoris directly. Masha pressed his hands deep between her thighs and tried to convince him with sweet words, but it was obvious that he wanted to play with her for a long time.

An idea suddenly occurred to her, an evil, lascivious thought that attracted her strongly, like a fox seeing its prey.

Clip, silver clip.

She reached for the bedside table, opened the drawer, and took out the clip. It was cold in her warm palm, and its clips were cruel and ruthless, without a trace of mercy.

It was dark, so Richard didn't see it, and even if he did, he wouldn't have cared. He would accept her little whims. She opened the clamp with force, and with a trembling hand, clamped it on her right nipple that had been sucked, and the clamp closed with a snap.

The pain burned throughout her body like a raging fire. Masha couldn't help but curl up. The pain soon disappeared, replaced by an equally intense feeling of pleasure. The burning sensation turned into a warm stimulation that spread throughout her body, awakening every nerve in her body. Her pulse quickened and her blood boiled. At this moment, an illusion appeared in her mind.

It seemed as if a hand in a black glove was squeezing the silver clamp tightly, tighter and tighter, and the pleasure she got from it was as certain as the pain brought by the clamp.

Masha cried out softly, a cry beyond pleasure and pain, as she welcomed the overwhelming pleasure. Intense spasms caused her vagina to contract again and again until the last wave of pleasure subsided and the illusion of the gloved hand disappeared, leaving her exhausted and trembling all over. Frustrated, Richard pushed his penis inside her, determined to get even more excitement from her, and he kissed her red lips. As Richard rode her like a possessed man, Masha tasted about twenty drops of her own pleasure.

Then, the two of them lay entangled in each other's arms on the crumpled sheets. Richard was drowsy, and Masha took the opportunity to quietly remove the clip and gently placed it on the bedside table.

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Chapter 4

The message was crystal clear.

Omega knows that Richard has never satisfied you. Tomorrow, you will receive a blue letter. Open it and come to the address on the letter. The time has come for you to receive education.

Masha angrily hit the keyboard and decided not to play these childish and ridiculous games anymore. Work was not going as smoothly as she had hoped, and although Richard was away on business, she could not get anything done tonight, and he could not attend the dance with her tonight.

That was his excuse, at least, Masha was pretty sure it was an excuse. Because Richard didn't like social activities, unless it was in a hotel room with a beautiful woman or in an all-male intercollegiate rugby club. It was Alex, not Richard, who accompanied her that evening to Grunwald and Baker's annual garden dance.

Richard may not be a very romantic man, but he is also the least jealous person. Although they were an enviable couple, he knew that in many ways, he and Masha had their own worlds to conquer. He did not interfere in her life, and when they went out at night, Masha never asked him where he was going. She knew that if she asked him, he would definitely tell her, but for some reason, that would ruin the fun of the game. Maybe she just didn't want to know.

If Masha needed hot and fast sex in the back seat of a luxury sports car, she had Alex, skilled, elegant, and considerate, his penis always at the ready, bringing a variety of stimulations into her life, which was really fun. Most of her friends thought her life was fascinating, but in the past two or three years, life had become monotonous and boring. Attending board meetings with everyone staring at you, spending long days and nights alone, staring at a ruthless computer screen, and having polite and civilized sex with Richard, all of this is boring. Even money is sometimes irritating. Everything you have is not necessarily what you need. She had needed Alex like food and oxygen, and her sex with him had become an addictive drug.

At the beginning, the weather is always clear and the sun is shining. Just imagine, under the apple tree, passionate feelings, lying naked in the golden corn, thinking of nothing but enjoying the instinctive, innocent and sweet physical pleasure.

But is that enough? Pure sex, like pure sugar, can also make people sick. The more refined the food, the more stimulation she needed, incredible dishes, Richard was a reliable sex machine, and Alex, the handsome lover, could anticipate her every need and every whim. Both of them were satisfied. Hadn't Alex played the master-servant game for her before?

However, these little games only served to intensify her sexual hunger, and gradually and surely, dark desires and vague longings would take over her life.

She placed the copies on a hard plate and listed them out. She turned off the computer, thanking God that there was no news this time. She still remembered the words that flashed at her on the screen that morning: It's time for you to get an education. Thinking of this, her mouth suddenly went dry. On the one hand, she was extremely excited, but at the same time, she felt bewildered and worried. But more importantly, she wanted to know more, and she could not go there with this pantomime riddle. If the joker wanted to linger and wait for her, he would be waiting a long time.

She closed the door and went upstairs to change her clothes. Alex will be here soon. Should she wear this red cocktail dress? Or that blue silk turtleneck? She opened the closet door and was immediately attracted by the black velvet miniskirt. She had bought it a year ago and had never worn it in public. It was a dress for prostitutes, really. It was low-cut at the neck and back, tightly wrapped around her body, perfect, and, perhaps, high-cut at the thighs.

no. She couldn't wear it in the presence of the chairman's wife, a sad, prudish woman. Meilin. Steinerber. Miles hated her: she was absolutely against everything about Masha, especially her intelligence and status, and she hated him. Steinerber. Miles believes that a woman's role is to support her husband in life, like an independent, concrete pillar, basking in the glory of her husband's success. Thinking of this, the inappropriate dress seemed even more brilliant, and an evil impulse made Masha reach out and take it off the crossbar.

She took the clothes off the hooks and spread them out on the bed, ready to try them on. When she put the hook back into the closet, she found a small velvet bag hanging on the silk thread. She untied it, opened the bag by the neck, rummaged through it, and finally emptied the contents into the palm of her hand.

The silver light flashed, and she began to get nervous.

Another silver clip came into view, exactly the same as the first one. This small and delicate tool of pain and pleasure was engraved with a Greek word: Omega.

Masha couldn't help but shudder; her fingers instinctively tensed up as she felt something crumpled inside the bag. She took the bag tremblingly, and a small note fell out of it. She smoothed it out and saw these words: A wise choice, Masha, Omega is happy for you.

Masha was furious. She picked up the skirt and threw it across the room. The skirt hit the wall, slid down and wrinkled into a pile. Masha sat down on the bed, her mind in a mess.

Did Alex do this? No way, don't be stupid. Alex had been in Edinburgh last week and she had even spoken to him on the phone from there, and he had driven straight over here to pick her up. So, what about Richard? He definitely had something to do with it. But, that's impossible. She always knew when he went to bed, and, as he did not like to play practical jokes, he would never indulge in such torture. Richard was kind, good-natured, unquestioning, and naturally boring.

And the person on the train that day, and in the dark elevator car hanging between the two floors, was definitely not Richard.

She was terrified. If it hadn't been Richard, and she was sure it hadn't been - then someone must have come to her house and flipped her clothes over, and violated her like the man who had grabbed her in the elevator, the man she had never met before.

This is no longer a prank!

An idea suddenly flashed through her mind. She opened the top drawer of the pine box and the fragrant smell of lavender wafted out. However, Masha was not interested here. She turned all the underwear inside out to see if there was anything else suspicious.

there is nothing. She breathed a sigh of relief, at least Omega's hand hadn't reached here yet. Just then, she saw something half-wrapped in a pink, lacy bra at the bottom of the drawer.

For a moment, she couldn't guess what it was. A shiny black PVC belt with a buckle. Masha picked it up and saw a note underneath.

Masha, tie it up tonight and be obedient. Omega will be happy.

She wanted to take the belt downstairs and throw it away or burn it, but as she held it, she felt so strange and bewildered that her anger turned to curiosity. She thought, after trying it on, she would throw it away immediately.

Masha quickly took off her underpants, put on the armor, tied it around her waist and fastened it tightly. The black PVC strap was chic and simple. A belt was wrapped around the waist like a thin thread, several others were tightly wrapped in a crisscross pattern, covering the hips, and the last belt passed between the legs. Masha immediately understood the dual meaning of the belt. It not only covered the wearer's sexual organs, but was also intended to stimulate them. On the inner layer of the belt, there is a row of flexible rubber thorns. When Masha walks, these thorns rub and move between the labia, bringing the most subtle feeling.

Omega must have guessed that she would try it on, and knew that once she put the belt on, she would never take it off. Imprisoning her in her own sexuality.

Masha turned around and looked in the mirror. She was naked except for a thin, shiny leather belt around her waist and hips. Seeing herself like this, she was so frightened that she dared not move. He stood there blankly for a while. Then she put one hand between her thighs and gently squeezed the belt. Immediately, a fiery passion spread throughout her body. Her clitoris was burning and her vagina was already wet. She wanted to masturbate very much to enjoy this pleasure and relieve the pain brought by lust. However, she thought that no matter how many times she reached orgasm, the desire for physical enjoyment would never stop.

The quarter-hour bell made Masha suddenly wake up. Alex would be here in less than half an hour, and she couldn't let him see her like this. She took a last look at the "armor" and didn't have the courage to take it off. She had to keep it. She realized that her fear had turned into anticipation. It felt so wonderful, gently stimulating the sensitive skin between her thighs. She was going to wear it under her velvet skirt, and no one would guess. She was excited by such strange and unglamorous stimulation.

She dressed quickly and put her long red hair up on top of her head, securing it with some pins, leaving a few wavy curls at the nape of her neck.

At this moment, the doorbell rang. Alex had arrived and it was time to go. She glanced at the silver clip on the bed and put it in her evening bag with the other one, hoping that if Richard happened to come home early, he would not see it.

She put on her high heels and ran downstairs into Alex's warm arms.

"Good evening, dear, your charming husband, isn't here tonight?" Meilin. Steinerber. The smile on Miles's face was cooling and her eyes were full of contempt, but her husband was looking at Masha with great joy.

"It's nice to see you again," Marsha said reluctantly, crossing her arms behind her back. "Richard is on a business trip, and this is Alex Donaldson, a good friend of our family." She added, "Jeremy always talks about you," which was true. Jeremy, in the "My Wife Doesn't Understand" school of administration, was always committed to placing any new young administrator, male or female, who would listen to his complaints. Ironically, despite the clear tenderness and kindness he showed Masha, she remained unwavering and refused to get close to him, even though people talked behind her back, but she had no intention of sleeping on the way to her goal.

She and Alex happily left the cold Steiner. Mrs. Miles walked across the vast lawn toward the big tent. She knew very well that Merlin was spreading rumors about her everywhere, and although she had a rich imagination, at least ninety percent of them were false, Steinab. Could Mrs. Miles be the mastermind behind this abominable battle? No, absolutely not, don't be so ridiculous, there is a man behind all this, this is very clear, she warned herself.

Just then, Alex recognized someone with whom he had worked on the reinsurance program. He apologized to Masha and left, leaving her to talk to a group of female employees. Most of them were very young, very cheerful, and certainly very talkative. They had only one topic in mind: sex.

"What do you think of that Gary Martin?" a blonde girl asked Masha, obviously taking her opinion as authority.

"He's nice, why are you asking such a question?" "He's been staring at you all night since you arrived." "You're kidding," Masha said, glancing secretly, hoping to see him but not wanting to be seen.

"Yes, it's true," said Sheila happily, the brunette with long nails, "He's over there, over there at the barbecue, talking to the tall guy with mouse-gray hair, do you see him?" Masha looked toward the barbecue and saw a black-haired young man with olive skin, a strong physique and handsome features. Gary. Martin was highly regarded at Grunwald and Baker, it was said, on account of his fine figure. However, Masha had always avoided him a little; there was a gentle threat about him. At the Christmas party, he tried his best to seduce her, and was even more blatant when they were drinking. Masha rejected him bluntly, and he was very unhappy about it at the time. However, later on, they maintained a good relationship. At least, that's what she thought.

Their eyes met and she turned away, her heart pounding. If Gary. Is Martin also behind this? Should she walk over and face this despicable villain bravely?

No, that won't work. The more she worried about it, the less she knew, the more confused she became, and the situation made no progress. Any one of the hundred people over there could be an Omega. Besides, she didn't quite understand. There's no point in making a fool of yourself. It was best to stay calm and pretend that the incident had not affected her at all. Besides, there was a certain excitement in this game and she was not too keen on the answer yet.

She left the group of women and wandered across the lawn to get a closer look at Martin. Martin had been staring at her, but when Masha walked over he turned his eyes away.

"Hello, Gary, are you having fun?" He mumbled something vague in his reply and turned away awkwardly. This wasn't surprising at all, really, because his girlfriend, who had her arm around him, must have been wondering why her man was paying so much attention to Masha.

She had to make love.

She reached her hand between the two bodies, outside his pants, and began to touch the hard penis, making her request and desire clear. His response was equally passionate.

Alex leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck.

"Come with me." He took her hand and pulled her out of the tent, across the lawn and towards the bushes.

"No, we can't," Masha giggled, wishing she hadn't drunk so much champagne. "I just mean..." In her mind, however, she was already straddling her naked lover, legs apart, feeling him thrust his penis into her. At this moment, the shiny leather belt on her body was biting her, letting her know that she was a slave to lust. However, Alex must not be allowed to see this thing, otherwise, he will definitely ask about the whole story.

She tried to stop him from doing anything so reckless that his heels dug into the grass, and now, in the dark, she hoped no one saw them.

"I changed my mind. Let's wait a while. We'll have plenty of time to have sex when we get home." Alex turned around and looked at her, puzzled.

"Why? Just a little bit of fun? Masha, this is not like your character, dear. I think you are already full of lust." He didn't know what the other guests were doing, nor did he care what their interests and hobbies were. Alex insisted on holding her and hugged her into the bushes. Masha was panicked, but didn't dare to scream, because there were already many rumors about her, and she couldn't give Merlin Steinaber any more. Myers's disgusting conspiracy ends with more material. So, Masha could only lean on him weakly, and let him do whatever he wanted.

This area of ​​the garden was covered with lush foliage, as if one had been brought into a tropical jungle. Masha began to giggle again, and couldn't help herself. She cursed the champagne; her vagina was already hot and wet, there was nothing she could do! It was too late now, Alex would have discovered the armor and figured it out if he wanted to.

He gasped, struggling to keep her steady, and she fell from Alex's arms to the soft, dusty ground. The brightest stars had just appeared in the navy blue sky, and the sounds coming from the dance floor were as distant as the stars.

She reached forward and pulled him against her, his warm, heavy body weighing her down so that she couldn't breathe. She rolled aside, groped, and found the button-cover. She tried several times but failed to unzip his pants. Then she touched the button. It turned out that he was wearing pants with buttons. When he knew that his woman had desire for him, he still wore these button pants. What was this seriousness?

Now, he kissed her with an intense passion, his tongue tasting everything in her mouth like a gourmet. Masha declined his help and began to unbutton her clothes, returning his kiss while struggling to lift the veil with her fingers.

She finally succeeded. Reach your hand inside. He was wearing silk shorts, the slits opening in the wind, and his penis was trying to avoid it and enter the door area. She wanted to help it, but first...

Masha knelt and crawled forward, bending over and pulling Alex's penis out of his pants. She stroked it gently, admiring the smooth, hard thing, and then took out the testicles, which were large, firm and full of vitality. Clearly, he had been keeping it for her and should be rewarded. Masha opened her mouth and swallowed the hard object into her mouth. The swollen glans oozed rich and clear love fluid, and its salty taste made her happy.

Alex, beneath her, was moaning, "Oh, oh!" In a frenzy of passion, he grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard.

She sucked him hungrily, her teeth grazing the skin lightly, her tongue rolling over the glans, then moving down, sucking the shaft, slowly and sensually at first, and as her excitement grew she cupped her hands around his testicles, the weight of which delighted her: tonight, a vast fountain of white pleasure would be hers.

She actually has such power that her mouth can possess a man. Such magical power is completely under her control. In this precious, show-off moment, if she asked him for the world, he would satisfy her without hesitation, because she was the keeper of his happiness, his protector, his savior. She was his angel, his devil, and could choose his fate at will: salvation? Or a curse? Which one will she choose?

She stopped playing with his penis and squeezed his testicles between her fingers and squeezed them hard until he couldn't breathe. Masha smiled knowingly when she heard his moans, knowing very clearly that the pain intensified his physical pleasure.

Now, Alex was moaning softly, with a rhythm that was an amorphous note, and out of pity for him, Masha finally began to lick and suck him again. It is said that no woman can compare with men in the skills of licking and sucking. However, Masha is familiar with the glans as if it were her own. She is able to use all the subtle movements of her lips, tongue and teeth with ease, and knows accurately whether it will arouse or indefinitely prolong this state of ecstasy.

This game was a form of entertainment, but Masha also longed to enjoy physical pleasure for herself. Her sexual organs were waiting to be filled, waiting to be touched, and were pulsating gently. She sucked Alex's swollen, engorged penis even harder. With a trembling gasp, semen spurted into her victorious mouth. Then, he fell back, exhausted, and lay on the ground warmed by the sun.

Masha let him rest for a while, but not for long. Alex's main charm is its amazing sexual function. She has never encountered a man with this ability. Shortly after ejaculation, he can get a quick erection again, pat it a few times, hold his fingers tightly at the base of his penis, and soon, he returns to straightness. She needs him very much, very very.

Alex's sexual organs are very beautiful, slightly longer than the average standard, with thick golden pubic hair around the roots. His testicles look like hills with golden curly hair. The entire picturesque happy land has been sunburned into a deep amber by the scorching summer sun. Under the darkness of light blue, he looked like a graceful statue carved from white sandstone, smooth and elegant. She slapped him gently, admiring his strength, the curves of his arms and thighs, and his tight belly, leading ruthlessly down.

Alex suddenly spread his arms, hugged her waist, and pushed her aside. Masha lost her balance and fell happily on the soft grass, happily agreeing to his eager lust. She completely forgot the disgraceful secret, and his fingers began to lift its skirt, revealing its thighs and hips.

Alex gasped, touching the black, shiny belt, he seemed to be fascinated by her kindness submission, the sturdy and complex shape of belt crossed over Masha's skin, and the shiny PVC cage sill closed everything he wanted.

He quickly understood what this thing was for, put his hands between his thighs and moved upward until his fingers slid back and forth rhythmically, and pressed the rubber thorn tightly against her sensitive female body.

Masha really wanted to shout, but she was afraid of being discovered and controlled herself. Under Alex's skillful fingers, she flipped silently. Masha enjoyed the joy brought by the body. Just as she thought she could ask for nothing, Alex turned the belt of her thighs to the side, revealing her tortured vagina.

He immediately inserted it into her, pressing against the strong belt and forcibly rushed into her throbbing wet area. Her hips were lifted up eagerly to meet the sprint, and inserted it to the deepest point, allowing the testicles to slap the entrance of her female body heavily.

He pinched and stroked her breasts, and Masha was panting with excitement. The semen and vaginal juice mixed together and gushed out, flooding the ruffles of the armor and clothes. There is also the dry earth, quietly drink it.

She lay there, making this beautiful feeling come to an end without realizing that Alex was taking the drink. This excessive happiness still made her feel dizzy. Now, the armor has returned to its original place – between the thighs, causing the clitoris to stir up eager lust.

After lying for a while, she stood up and smoothed her clothes. No one could guess what she did. Just in front of the jungle, there was a wooden stool. She decided to sit down and wait for Alex to come to get a drink while watching the entertainment scene.

Martha. Steinerbet. Myers is a town commissioner, a defender of public morality and a full-time good-hearted man, and Masha is overjoyed to see her embarrassing drunkenness. It was obvious that Martha's sugary fruit had been replaced, emitting a mixture of vodka and gin. Martha was holding Geri tightly. Martin, the young man is very good at taking advantage of his strengths. If the chairman's wife wants to be intimate with him, he will not refuse.

Martha's hand slid towards his hips, stretching along its edge, one millimeter, one millimeter towards her enlarged penis. Masha thought to herself that if Marsha was a true moral defender, she should be horrified when she realized what her shameless hands would touch. Now, her left hand is placed on Gary. Martin's active back, under his tight mercerized khaki pants, pinched and squeezed his firm skin. Masha smiled, imagining how she would feel when Masha remembered what she did the next morning.

Gary was very happy. Although Martha was not the type he liked, she liked him, and these days, Jeremy. Steinerbet. Myers kept swaying his face, perhaps because his wife was always angry, anyway, if she wanted Gary. Martin relieves her frustration a little, and he is the most suitable person. He is very cautious. As such, he has hundreds of ways to make her poor and last-used body happy.

Masha was still eating and laughing, walking through the lawn and heading towards the hall. The first floor of the building was brightly lit, and upstairs, many windows were pitch black, and a man and a woman hid in a quiet corner helped to get to know each other better.

Masha didn't know where Alex had gone with her champagne. Her eyes were attracted by a group of cute typists, whose tight mini skirts and bright red lips were particularly eye-catching. The ladies and ladies from other departments stared at them enviously, sighing, turning away with red faces, and these typists pretended to see nothing, drinking amid the compliments around them. Masha thought to herself what would she be like if she returned to the age of seventeen? Seventeen years old, an intoxicating age, full of lust and difficult to grasp.

"Is it just a person? Masha" A low voice came from behind. Masha looked around and saw no one. The thick leaves behind her didn't move, as if nothing was happening.

"He left you alone? If a lady had such a wonderful sex with me, I wouldn't leave her alone." Masha turned around, but her powerful hands grabbed her shoulders and pressed her on the bench.

"No, no, don't turn around, Masha, looking ahead, I want to look at my cute, naked back. I want to touch your soft and smooth skin." The voice was soft and gloomy, like bitter and sweet chocolate, and she realized in shock that this was not the voice of the man in the elevator, nor the man on the train. It's so strange and unimaginable. Masha really wanted to turn around and take a look, but her hands held her like vises.

"What do you do? What do you want to get from me?" "Help you, teach you. You are about to start your education, you know, Masha, we can't waste time." It's time for you to start your education, Masha, it's time to start.

Masha's heart pounded against her ribs, and she jumped faster and faster. She could no longer tell what she felt: was she worried or fear? Or are you passionate and excited? Maybe it's a mixture of all these emotions.

Now, these hands were stroking her body. She could have escaped, shouted loudly, and broke free from the moment of hug, but any sound and action would make people notice her. Besides, she was already worried about whether she had noticed by other guests. However, others did not seem to have seen her. They were far away and were drunk and confused. Besides, there was...

She didn't dare to move, nor did she make a sound. She glanced downward and saw the hands wearing leather gloves, gently stroked along the curve of her thighs, instinctively detecting the top of her legs. The warm and fertile valley was still wet, carrying the lust of her and Alex, and the little thorns on the black PVC belt tortured it. Does he know this lover whom he had met? Does he want people all over the world to know about her shame? He loosened her skirt so that it would be easier to reach under the tightly fitted, elastic belt.

There was a silence around her, and Masha stared at the gloves, worried and happy. Before that, she had not seen them, but knew their meaning, and it was exactly the same as she imagined: black, soft and smooth, and a silver stamp ring on the middle finger of her left hand, engraved with familiar marks: Omiga had a premonition that made her tremble all over, but her thighs unconsciously relaxed, separated, allowing the glove-bearing hand to reach her most secret place, and the index finger pressed ruthlessly on the center of the belt, forcing the flexible rubber spike toward the tender and sensitive vagina, causing her lustful impulse again.

"You are an obedient student, Omiga will be happy." He stopped pressing the belt and pulled out from his thighs, and Masha took a breath. At this time, her hands began to stroke her abdomen and chest upward along the curve of her hips. Her hands touched her breasts. She immediately understood the intention of the stroke, and her worries and commotion grabbed her abdomen.

"Now I find that you are not very obedient. You shouldn't test Omiga's patience. Masha, you shouldn't despise Omiga's gift so ruthlessly." Masha looked down and saw the gloved hands lifting her leather bag up. Have all her secrets been discovered?

"Those, let me help you, Masha, wear them proudly, this is Omiga's mark." The hands roughly pulled down the clothes with a low opening, revealing one breast, and the other, with a silver clip horn, clamping the lustful nipples, Masha couldn't help but scream and began to moan in the soft, sweet pain.

"Masha, remember, you must absolutely obey Omiga's instructions. We will meet again soon." The lowly farewell words lingered in Masha's heart for a long time. Now these two silver mysterious objects were hidden under the tight velvet clothes. Masha mechanically touched her breasts, and only a little outline revealed the commotion in her heart. The pain was as strong as happiness. She wanted to shout loudly, she wanted to laugh, and she couldn't help but not tremble and cry.

Alex finally came across the lawn. Holding a bottle of champagne in her hand and two glasses on the tray, she looked up at him with inquiries and desires on her face. She saw a brand new world.

"Take me home, Alex, take me home quickly and take me to bed."

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Chapter 5

Just as the information on the computer screen promised, the first batch of blue envelopes were delivered. Masha hesitated for a while, then threw it into the trash can along with other promotional emails. This so-called Omiga could not defeat her. If he wanted Masha to be his hand, he would have a new trick, and she ignored it and thought of preparing herself and Richard a delicious breakfast: croissants and honey. I firmly believe that I finally put the shadow of Omiga in one go and forever behind my head. Half an hour later, she found the letter again and tore open the envelope with her hands trembling.

A black letter paper with silver-white piping and silver-white fonts. Under normal circumstances, Masha would feel tacky and indecent, but what happened recently made her realize that the terrifying clichés were more terrifying than the horror itself. Such a piece of paper permeated the breath of Omiga, with the silver letters on it glowing slightly, heavy with fear.

"Masha, go to a red door house at noon tomorrow. It is located on the corner connecting Church Road and Abbott Lane. Omiga summons you." Masha stared at the letter paper silently for a while, then opened a drawer in the cabinet and threw it inside, which closed heavily. I couldn't see it, and I was not upset, but when she walked away, the words echoed in her mind again.

Omiga has summoned you.

She was completely addicted to work throughout the morning, everything she should consider, not doing well at Glenwald and Baker. Of course, Jenny. Robertson has successfully convinced the chairman that Masha’s cost-cutting plan was neither necessary nor possible to be implemented. And it is not difficult to find Masha. Steinerbet. Miles has worked hard to make her husband resentful to Masha. The management department manager, Gai Zhi, was very apologized for being too clear about the situation he was facing.

The more Masha thought about it, the more angry she became. If her plan was completely incorrect or inappropriate, she would agree to overturn them. But what makes people angry is that they know that these plans can help Grenwald and Baker get rid of the recession. Jenny, Robertson was so jealous of her that she was so little; she was so busy trying her best to stop Masha from taking up the position that she could not see the authenticity of these plans. If Grenwald and Baker companies are in decline, Jenny. Robertson no longer had a job of jealousy.

Masha thought, "I'm going to lose my job, too." She typing on the keyboard in frustration and recalling the planned sales chart for the second half of the year. The situation seemed not good. Glenwald and Baker were her most important customers. Coupled with the hateful and stupid Omiga incident, she was sure that "Omiga" was one of Glenwald and Baker's companies, but who would it be? Who hates her so much or wants to get her?

She had to figure out who was behind this, and perhaps the only way to do it was to follow this pantomime riddle. No matter what, it won't take long. Before that, she will play hide-and-seek with this matter until the truth is found out. Once she finds out, she will be able to let go and have a good rest.

She wasn't even willing to admit that she did it not just because she was worried and afraid, but because it was an exciting prediction.

"Masha?" Masha rolled over and approached Richard, curled up in his arms like a cat.

"Huh?" He put his arms around her shoulders and pulled her into his warm bronze body, the gentle summer morning sun shining on his naked body. Masha could smell the sweet, intense commotion from his bronze skin. She suddenly developed a desire to lick the wonderful, refreshing fragrance from his skin, letting the fragrance fill her mouth and roll over her tongue.

"Masha, I..., how are Alex doing recently?" What a naive question! And with a little hesitation, it seems that there is another question that has not been said.

Masha was closer, and she didn't want to think of the boring old Alex, especially now not in a hurry to get up on such a warm summer morning.

"Well, he's not bad." Then, with an awkward silence, Masha knew Richard's feelings and thoughts. If he could stay at home a little more and have more time with his wife, maybe, she wouldn't need such a small and appropriate adjustment. This is not jealousy, no, it is definitely not guilt. This gentleman, married the most sexually lustful woman he met, is that this woman can inspire his lust in any occasion and at any time, and he is on business trips outside most of the time.

She knew that was what he was thinking, and sometimes, she was not dissatisfied. She is not a person born with a lonely personality. She needs a male partner, and men need her more. In short, she does not have the problem of insufficient supply, only the difference between liking and not liking. She suddenly thought of Omega, just like a black shadow flying through the blue sky, and couldn't help but tremble. On such a beautiful morning, she didn't want to think of such a thing, and she had enough time to settle the account with Omega.

Masha is a woman who pays great attention to reality. Richard loved his work, probably better than he loved her, and success meant to him being away from home regularly, which was beyond the scope of both of them. However, if she did not have a marriage for all her time, she would not sit and think hard, and she would enjoy it in time, which gave Alex the opportunity to take advantage of it. However, despite his growing courageousness lately, she began to get tired of him, however, Alex was always Alex, kind, elegant, handsome, and no matter how difficult it was to dress up as a cruel seducer, always Masha asked for bullets to be fired.

"Masha, have I ignored you?" Before she could answer, Richard continued, "Yes, of course I have a little bit. You are sexy, Masha, and beautiful, and I can only leave you and leave you alone. If you become withdrawn, it is no surprise." "I want to be nice to you, spend more time with you and go out with me for a while, okay? I am going to go on a business trip in the north today and invite me to stay with Lord Selinghan and his mother, Duke and others for a while. I know that they will be very happy to see you. We are back on Thursday, and you will not be worried about Glenwald and Baker's company." In Masha's mind, a voice was broadcasting the notice of the day before: tomorrow noon, Masha, tomorrow noon.

She turned over and supported her elbow, looking down at her husband's dark blue eyes and kissed her lightly at the base of his nose.

"Sounds good, when will we set off?" Richard laughed happily, hugged her tightly in his strong arms, and pulled her over with force. She finally fell on him, and he kissed her emotionally, his tongue searching between her willing lips, detecting in the wettest mouth, and her mouth still retained the sweet and fragrant smell of fresh orange juice. Her whole body was like tender, juicy ripe fruits waiting for someone to pick.

One of his knees reached between Masha's thighs, forcing her thighs to spread. Her golden vagina had already been fresh and wet. Her sexual desire was stirred up by him, and her desire filled her narrow female container.

Masha eagerly pressed her body against Richard, feeling her whole body and mind close to her vagina, and the swelling hard thing. She moved her body down, and a hand slowly inserted between their abdomen, groping down, and finally grabbed what she was looking for.

Richard's heavy scrotum was full of vitality and filled her palms. She stroked it carefully, her movements were gentle and skillful, and her efforts were rewarded. The soft scrotum began to tense. Then, her hand stretched forward between Richard's thighs and began to tease it, allowing a little fingertip to lewdly cut from the anus to the base of the testicles. He moaned, bowing his back with conscience, spreading his thighs.

He reached out and began to touch Masha's nipples, which became stronger, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. He pinched and pinched them hard, and Masha remembered with guilty joy that the silver clip was still hidden at the bottom of her handbag and did not use them. Even if you think of that stimulating happiness, it will make her vagina pulsate with frustrated desire.

Masha took the initiative to spread her thighs, straddle Richard's buttocks, grabbed her penis, and placed it on the warm and moist female body's vagina. Richard did not object, but wanted to make himself feel like he was inserted into her, like a dagger inserted into a gem-adorned scabbard.

Masha teased him for a while, reveling in his powerful sexual desire again, conquering himself and enjoying the ecstasy. She put Richard's swelling penis head against the entrance of her secret cave, and Masha let it slowly penetrate it along the crack bit by bit, which was a very wonderful feeling for both of them. Masha felt that this smooth and eager penis was no longer a toy, but like a slave to her every sexual desire. Once she decided to bring herself the joy of physical enjoyment and not let her victims enjoy it, that was the most significant advantage of post-sex and goddess.

Richard twisted her nipples more vigorously this time and carried out them with devastating skillful techniques. Her determination dissipated. Masha let the glans brush across her beating clitoris like a breeze. Her sexual desire could no longer bear teasing herself like this. With such a silky contact, her thigh suddenly twitched and she swallowed him.

She rode hard on him, controlling the twitching of his hips with her weight and balance. She decided to give him happiness before he could reach orgasm. Of course, he also had the initiative, clever fingertips between the cock and the recess, which was enough to bring a sudden, very strong pinch to Masha. Masha fell forward on Richard, breathless. Admiring his superior skills, she gasped and lay on his stomach, Richard took the opportunity to gently bit her nipples, once again arousing her desire, and the renewed carnality made her moan again.

Not long after, she began to revenge and rode on him again, this time, faster and faster, forcing him to the extreme, paying tribute to her supreme artistic skills.

Richard couldn't suppress his sexual desire, and with suppressed crying, letting the source of happiness spray into her. She laughed happily and fell on his chest.

They lay together for a while, and were confused under the morning light, knowing in their hearts that they would do it again soon, and they didn't want to rush and destroy the wonderful atmosphere.

Masha was trying her best to erase the gloomy whisper in her heart, and repeatedly emphasized with malicious intentions, which disturbed her thoughts.

"Tomorrow at noon, Masha, Omiga summoned you." She slid off the bed and kissed Richard's enlarged penis deeply. Nothing would ruin his good mood today, and nothing could defeat Masha. McLean.

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They rode through the woods, and the markings on the horse's flanks emitted a gray-green light from the sunlight. Masha was very happy that he agreed to come to the house with Richard. It was not just Lord. Selinghan and his mother made them happy, and the botanical gardens around this mansion and the surroundings had a particularly romantic mood, with uneven hills. Trout is leisurely and contented in clear water.

She remembered the night before, she and Richard sneaked out and had an extraordinary sex on the high grouse marsh and among the heather. Poor Richard had to be busy with a lot of business, and Masha thought to herself, forgetting that this was a leave of absence from work as usual. Hell, she should have carried her briefcase full of reports, and if she gets bored, there is something to do. But it doesn't seem to be tired. Fortunately, when Richard is often away, Lord and Ms. Seringham try to make her happy, Cartner. Selinghan took her for a walk and introduced her nearby historical sites, her son, Oliver; as Masha discovered this afternoon, an excellent rider.

"Are you exhausted?" They rode to the ridge, turned their heads, and went down the mountain to return to the forest, he asked loudly sarcastically. "I'm fine," Masha panted, actually, she was exhausted. She was a good rider in middle school, but she hadn't ridden for several years. In recent years, she has been using her own physical strength, which she had never thought of before.

"Listen, let's go over there, by the stream, and take a breath," Oliver, Serinhan suggested loudly, while kicking the horse with his boots, "Let's race."

He ran far away. Masha looked at him in a depressed mood. Tony had cleaned the five horizontal doors. Was she trying her best to jump over? Or go your own way? Dismount and open the door?

Oliver, Selinhan grinned at her from the other side of the field, his eyes gave her endless courage and courage, which made her forget that she had not ridden in these years. Her horse is tall, strong, and easy to cross the door, as long as she grabs it at a little angle.

The horse really leaped over the door, and it was a few inches away from the crossbar! However, Masha didn't, and only heard a cry, fell on the sun-dried ground, lying there motionless, without feeling, as if floating in the air.

"Are you okay? Masha, oh, God, this is all my fault. I shouldn't encourage you like that, are you okay? Talk!" Masha opened her eyes, shook her head, and looked at Oliver. Selinhan's brown eyes were full of concern.

"No problem, I'm still alive, I may be swollen tomorrow, and my back seems to have been stepped on by an elephant." She tried hard to sit up, dizzy, worse than she expected.

"I'll help you," Oliver said. "Let's sit under the shade of the tree beside the stream." The bones did not break, but this was the worst time she remembered. Masha took Oliver's volunteer arm and asked him to support him, and walked through the dry grass. They came to the shade beside the stream and sat down on a soft grass.

He soaked his handkerchief in cold water, took off Masha's shirt, then took out a bottle of whiskey from his saddle bag and poured a little on the handkerchief.

"What are you going to do?" He smiled and said, "You are scratched all over. Masha, look at it yourself. All these scars need to be disinfected, otherwise, they will be infected." Masha couldn't help thinking, Oliver. Selinhan was very concerned about her abrasions, and in fact, some of them were very small and she couldn't even see them. However, she still allowed him to touch this gentle, and even when he moved his bra and applied the small wound on his breast, she did not object. The cold whiskey rubbed against the cut skin, Masha felt a violent sting and couldn't help but retreat.

Before he knew it, Masha noticed in embarrassment that his nipples were hard. There was no doubt that Oliver was very handsome, no more than twenty-five years old, tall, slender, and flawless skin with a little olive color. It might be his inheritance of his Italian grandmother. Masha thought so in her heart. In short, he is the embodiment of nobility, so it is not surprising that Masha is deeply attracted to him.

Now, his attention shifted to the bottom, and he took off Masha's horse boots hard and unbuttoned his breeches to relieve the pain from the wound on his hips. Usually, it would be too shameless to expose her body to a de facto outsider, but at the moment, Masha still felt ashamed and blushed, but she did not walk away, and she was unwilling to refuse him. Oliver noticed her reaction, he was not ashamed and pulled off her white trousers very well.

The naked Masha appeared in Oliver. In front of Selinhan, she felt as if she was floating in hallucinations. Perhaps this fall was more dizzy than she thought, or perhaps it was the whiskey that Oliver forced her to drink that was affecting her mind. She was dizzy and her body was light and could only be at mercy.

Still gentle, Oliver decided to pull away Masha's thighs, began to wipe the scars of his legs, and pulled out the thorns that had been embedded in his skin.

"Poor Masha," he whispered, "so beautiful people are enduring such pain." The pure whiskey burned like a fire on the blooming body. Masha secretly looked at Oliver's face for a while, and felt a perverted happiness from it, which was the joy brought by pain.

His hands were getting closer and closer to his thighs, and she was just lying there, letting him do whatever he wanted. Now, her lust was awakened, and she could see Oliver. Selinhan swelled the outline of his penis, his tight breeches clearly outlined it, and obviously he was thinking about her, which made Masha excited, his pussy began to pound with a carnal secret rhythm.

"You are so beautiful, tortured Masha." Her breathing was short when his hands were sliding between the labia majora, and the whiskey stimulated her most sensitive skin.

Oliver took out a whip from his saddle bag and waved it in front of her. His penis bulged in front of her pants with threat. Masha was extremely excited. Suddenly, she realized something to him that she had brought him sexual pleasure. Although she was dazzled, she knew that she could not agree to his perverted sexual desire. She slowly stood up and pushed him away from her body hard. To her surprise, Oliver did not stop her, but her eyes were filled with sincere sorrow, a kind of sorrow of loss.

"Oh, Masha, cute Masha," he gasped, "just let me see how you enjoy physical happiness." She stared at those eyes for a while, and the tenderness in her eyes disturbed her thoughts. Is this a fool who gets pleasure by whipping the other person? Or an angel who is misunderstood and can bring happiness to himself?

Masha finally decided to put her clothes together, quickly put them on her horse, and ran quickly across the wilderness and headed towards the Selinhan Mansion.

"Richard, it's not fun here, it's really not fun." Richard couldn't help but want to laugh, and Masha glared at him angrily.

"Okay, Masha, this is a bit unreasonable. You have to admit that the handsome nobleman with superb skills took off his victim's clothes, pressed them, and pulled out the whip!" "Richard, you make fun of me!" "Sorry, baby, but one thing is certain. His behavior is indeed a bit too much, but for women, Oliver Serinhan must be a great enjoyment." Masha was angry, picked up the pillow, threw it at Richard's head, and quickly lowered his head and dodged it, grabbed her and pressed her on the bed.

"How about riding a horse? Little girl." He unbuttoned the buttons of her shirt.

The next morning, Masha wanted to drive to the local town. While dressing, she found that the black card with silver borders was pressed under the breakfast tray, which must have been brought in by the attendant. Richard left early in the morning and he was going to attend a business meeting.

He picked up the card with his hands trembling. The news emitted a dazzling light and glared at her angrily: You did not attend the meeting I prepared for you. Masha, Omiga is very unhappy. Omiga wants to teach you how to obey orders. Tomorrow at noon, at the door of the house with red doors. Tomorrow at noon, Masha, do you dare to anger Omiga again?

Masha lay on the bed, not knowing whether she was doing the second card, and if she saved it, maybe some clues would help her get rid of the mysterious Omiga's tracking.

Richard, who was sleeping next to her, was snoring gently, and she turned over to look at the clock. It's three o'clock now, and it's time to dawn in two hours, even now, the horizon is slightly blue.

She could no longer sleep, so she got off the bed, put on slippers and light dressing gowns, went downstairs to the kitchen, and Kata turned on the light.

She poured herself a glass of orange juice and walked into the study, maybe she could work for a while.

On her desk, there was a gift box, about six square inches, placed in front of a computer monitor, wrapped in a silver ribbon made of metal, Masha stared at it without blinking. The frivolous pink and silver packaging are sandwiched between a bunch of financial reports, statistics books and keyboards, which stand out and are extremely inconsistent.

Mashali ignored him, turned around and went back to sleep. When she woke up, she felt like a dream and she no longer worried and feared. The notes teasing her were too far away, and she couldn't see the words on it clearly. It might be the gift Alex left to her before going to handle the matter, and she was foolish herself. Alex loves to do some of the stupidest and most romantic things, and he always spoils her.

She tore the wrapping paper and opened the box, which was wrapped in a pink cotton paper inside, and a thing she had never seen before... A small pale yellow plug, carved in ivory, smooth and pure, like a plug on a primitive bottle, which must be very ancient. On the smooth silky surface, the fine yellow textures are cross-shaped. She didn't know what this was for, so she held it in her hand and flipped it around. A meaningless little object. Just then, she found that under it, a small piece of paper was half hidden in the tissue paper.

This is Queen Josephine's plaything, make you happy, Masha, make your elegant butt happy. Omiga hopes so.

At first, she wasn't very clear about what this meant. However, it was not a question, but a request, which she was excited and disgusted at the same time. Omiga, the irritating liar, wants to play games with her life and let her masturbate with an ivory plug. And this is Queen Josephine's butt plug. She did that!

This is absolutely ridiculous! Masha couldn't help laughing, she threw the ridiculous thing into the air, and caught it with one hand, but when she thought of its purpose, she shivered with excitement. She had never used such a strange thing before, and she was attracted by this evil confusing plug, filling it up, expanding and inserting it in the most secret place. However, she was very surprised to realize that she was still quite reserved inside.

OK, since it has been delivered, why not give it a try? why not? No one, even Omiga, would know whether she could withstand this temptation. This is her secret, the secret of being alone. This will not be completely uncomfortable to try.

A soft lambskin carpet was laid on the ground, close to the open window, and the fragrant breeze drifted in from the garden with the scent of jasmine and light red glass, warm and sweet. Slowly and heavily made her intoxicated. She took off her dressing gown and fell to the ground like a pile of light blue silk. Then she stretched out and lay on the carpet, feeling the feeling of the soft wool touching her red skin.

The cold night wind gently brushed across her naked body, and her nipples were teased firmly and hard, which made her feel very happy. Masha stretched out her knees, quietly placed her left hand under her butt, and looked for the secret entrance to the woman's body.

The cold ivory was firmly pressing against her body. She suddenly felt afraid to continue and her hand shrank back. However, despite her concerns, her sexual desire was turning gently to vent. So she placed her fingers on the small, wrinkled hole and pressed them gently. To her surprise, the door immediately appeared and the fingertips were rolled in. With a little effort, the whole fingers reached into the warm and wet vagina. There was no discomfort at all, although the plug was much larger and thicker than the fingertips.

As if dreaming, Masha tried to hold the end of the ivory plug tightly against the secret entrance. No, no, it's too big. Without severe pain, she would definitely not be able to get in. She didn't want to do this.

The plug slid into her, and the rebellious body accepted the invader happily, tightening it with a new passion. This strong feeling of drifting made her breathless, and she had experienced it before. Her right hand groped between her thighs again to find the beating clitoris.

Her labia were separated, and the love juice of sexual desire flowed out, her middle fingers reached into the slippery vagina, her thumbs stimulating the clitoris with a graceful rhythm, her body seemed to be out of her will, her soul, her hands seemed to make a full move out of their own will, and with each wonderful impact, the vagina and butt tensed in wonderful coordination. Now, Masha is chasing happiness, vaguely feeling that it is still hiding far away in the fragrant darkness, she must chase it, otherwise she will definitely lose it, Masha runs faster and faster. Her fingers skillfully play with her body, allowing it to arouse new happiness, she is the master of her own happiness, not Omiga. In just a few seconds, she reached orgasm, and was extremely excited. She fell on the lambskin carpet and sighed a long time. At this time, the love fluid flowed out like a tide, more than ever before.

She lay on the carpet, and the intense feelings she had just experienced still made her dizzy.一個機器的嗡嗡聲讓她的神志清醒了一些，一張傳真正從機器里發出來，卷曲約紙掉到地上，上面是黑色、不祥的大字：『妳明白了吧，歐密茄知道什么東西對妳最合適，瑪沙，明天中午，這次務必。 』

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那幢帶著紅門的房子蒙蒙朧隴出現在她前面，毫無修飾的窗戶反射著中午的陽光，這是一憧漂亮的喬治時期的三層樓房子，位于城鎮一個安靜住宅區。幾乎沒有職員和顧客看到她站在那兒，帶著不確定的絕望表情。她瞥了一眼手表，恰好正午，耀眼的太陽發散出強烈的光線看著這出荒唐的惡作劇。

手伸進口袋，摸到了那張卡片，早被她撕成二半，靜靜地藏在裙子口袋里。穿什么衣服去和一個叫歐密茄的男人會合呢？瑪沙越想，這一切越顯得可笑，為決定穿什么衣服，她花了一個小時，上帝知道，這家伙可能是一個古怪的人，為了她所掌握的情況，設法引誘她，毀滅她。現在她恨高興：自己在大廳桌子上給理查德留了一張紙條，告訴他自己前往的地點，如果事情進行順利，她比他先到家。

瑪沙一個沖動，抬手撳按黃銅門鈴，鈴響了，卻沒有人來，她又試了一下，把耳朵貼在門上，里面沒有一點聲音傳來。

家里沒有人嗎？她到這里只是徒勞。這樣反而好，一切平安無事，她可以掉轉方向，回家去，烘烤蛋糕，除掉花園的雜草，沖一個淋浴，還要給貓喂食，總之，她回到了正常的生活狀態，驅除了惡魔，才發現，完全是一場精心安排的騙局。她本可以放心地大聲哄笑。

可是，她應該再試一次。手抬至門扣處，當手指碰到黃銅獅子頭時，那重重的大門發出吱吱嘎嘎的聲響，突然向里擺動開有輕微鐵銹的鉸鏈。她的眼睛不習慣這突然的二種光線，房子里的黑暗，她瞇著眼看了一會兒，錦緞窗簾沿著門廳遮住了小窗戶射進來的大部份光線。瑪沙走了進去，又害怕，又好奇。

這是一幢普通的房子，盡管相當老式，她真的感到非常失望，無論如何，這不是亞歷克斯家族的宅邸，她迅速掃視一下門廳，一塵不染，因此，這地方有人居住。

「家里有人嗎？」她的聲音在樓梯井回響，沒有人回答。

「喂？」依然沒有回答。或者就她一個人，或者是一個比她想的更用心良苦的借口，因為想到她會來，故意讓門開著，當然，活栓扣著。現在她不知道該怎么辦：回家？還是進去？她小心翼翼地推開門，確信門上閂，只是以防萬一……

鋪著瓷磚的大廳里，回蕩著她皮鞋的卡嗒聲，她后悔沒有穿理智一些的衣服，大廳盡頭有三扇門，兩邊各有一扇，另一扇門在她前面，其中，兩扇門是關閉著，她右邊的門半開半掩。這會不會是暗號？或是圈套？

她決定不管那扇半開著的門，徑直向前走去，把門一下子推開，站在那兒，躊躇不前，后面會不會有什么人或者什么東西，撲向她。

瑪沙走進去的房間一片昏暗，一盞煤油燈帶著紅繩絨線燈罩，放在房間中央的一張桌于上，沈重的窗簾拉過窗戶，燈罩上的紅光是唯一的光線，真是發瘋了，瑪沙后悔進來，不過她依然慢慢地、哆嗦著向前走，飛快地瞥一眼左邊、右邊，每一個影子好像都是一個面目可憎，滿嘴利牙的陰險人形。

桌子上放著一封信，黑、白兩色的信封，她雙手顫抖著打開它，拿卡片對著微弱的燈光：「妳的禮物，瑪沙，帶著它，走妳的路！」瑪沙向下看到一張黑白兩色的紙條，貼在桌子小抽屜的把手上，她抓緊把手，抽屜卻打開來了。

卷曲的黑皮在玫瑰紅的燈光下閃著微光，是那么的不真實，卻格外親切，她伸出手，拿起這東西的把手，立刻，變成嶄新而遙遠卻又更令人膽怯的一根九尾鞭，讓人受苦的工具！

也是快樂的工具。

歐密茄送這個東西是什么意思呢？他想讓她用來傷害自己嗎？這念頭使瑪沙感到厭惡。銀夾子是一回事，而這個卻大不一樣。夾子帶來的那種微不足道的疼痛很容易轉變成一種快樂，一想到鞭子侵入她柔嫩的肌膚，瑪沙害怕得渾身發抖。

journey?歐密茄要她進行什么樣的旅程？她茫然地握緊鞭子把手，朝著門走向下一個房間，萬一受到攻擊，起碼，這鞭子可當作一種武器。握在手里的手柄溫暖而生氣勃勃，她心頭的憤怒在滋長蔓延，充滿了正義和復仇的欲望。

走過門，現在，她幾乎一點不害怕，沒有提防下一個房間可能潛藏的危險。

房間空無一人，光線很暗，再一次，一張小桌上，一盞燈在燃燒，和一張寫著白字的黑色卡片。

「下一個房間，瑪沙，妳的欲望會得到滿足。」這是陷阱，肯定是。有人在下一個房間里等著對她進行不可言狀的傷害。她應該轉身回去，現在還不晚，快從這夢魘中走出來，回到陽光明媚的世界，回到平凡而舒適的現實。

然而，瑪沙仍緊握鞭子，繼續向前走，穿過房間，推開了門。

突然的亮光，使她瞇起眼睛，她一下子適應不了這強烈的光線，差一點跌倒在通向地下室的六級石階上，這房間沒有窗戶，冷冰冰的光光的石頭地面，從剝落的墻上可以看出，可能以前是淡綠色。

這光線就是二百支蠟燭發出來的，它們插在整個房間的鍛鐵燭架上，可怕、發黑的燭架歪歪扭扭，呈各種奇怪狀，一些可引起聯想，一些只是刻板和兇險。

一個赤身裸體，嘴巴被塞住的男人懸掛在房間中央，捆綁住手腕的鏈條拴在天花板的鐵鉤上，他的腳剛剛及地，他盡力保持平衡。當看見瑪沙走進房間時，驚恐得張大了眼睛，她知道，這是因為她握著鞭子。

她第一個反應是想辦法救這個男人。但是怎么救呢？他的手腕上有鐵鏈，毫無疑問是鎖著的，而且牢固地拴在天花板上，不過，倒是可以拿掉塞在他嘴里的東西，但是，這樣做，又有什么好處呢？他只會因疼痛和恐懼而大喊大叫，而她卻無力幫助他。不過有一樣東西非常吸引力，那就是他無助的裸體和懸吊。他完全在她掌握之中。

她走下臺階，進入房間。蠟燭帶來的熱氣像臉上挨了一巴掌，讓人受不了。她太熱了，實在是太熱，當走近那男人時，發現他肌肉發達，古銅色的身體上布滿小汗珠，正一滴一滴掉下來，舐吃這些汗滴的滋味將是多么美妙啊！就像她舐盡亞歷克斯的一樣。

瑪沙站在男人的面前，好奇地伸手觸摸那閃爍著光芒的肌膚。看見他退縮著，試圖避開她，卻力不從心時，一種從末體驗過約滿足傳遍全身上下。他的懦弱使她興奮，刺激著她的欲望，她要體會一下支配他的感覺。他的刺痛甚至在安歇時，也是真實而強烈的，瑪沙是第一次，在她的生活中真正地有一個男人由她擺布，他的身體完全暴露，她可以為所欲為。

她是讓他享受快樂呢？還是讓他痛苦？

她的嘴角浮出一絲微笑，瑪沙解開裙子鈕扣，用力拉開拉鏈，皮裙掉在地上，發出輕輕的沙沙聲，下面只剩下一條小小的帶花邊的襯褲，這可憐的人想不想讓她脫掉襯褲，給他看看里面的東西？現在，他正專心致志地看著她。

她要折磨他一會兒，瑪沙把手伸到褲子里面，挑釁地撫弄自己的恥骨，讓她吃驚的是，這位受害者的陽具沒有反應。可能，他需要更刺激的誘發。

瑪沙拉下襯褲，抬起腳從中跨出來，將芬芳的恥骨貼在他的臉上，讓他呼吸爽身粉和性器官的香醇氣味。他發出輕微的呻吟聲，但還是沒有瑪沙希望看到的那種反應。

她坐下來，背靠著墻，在他完全看得清楚范圍內，把腿大大地分開，在蠟燭的火光中，看得一清二楚，她非常清楚會產生怎樣的效果：從腰部以下完全裸露，修長的大腿分開，把女人的珍寶顯露給他看。

瑪沙拿起鞭子，在身上輕輕抽了幾下，逗弄自己的乳頭，腹部和大腿，接著，她突然顛倒鞭子，讓把手對著自己，將它的尖端靠緊濕潤的陰部。

「你看到了嗎？」她嘲弄他，「我不需要你，我不需要任何男人。」就一下，鞭子的把手光滑地推了進去，消失在陰道里，它所帶來的快樂強度，甚至使瑪沙也吃驚，她停頓了一會兒，只是想享受這脹滿的美好感覺。

可是她不能長時間地抵制住這誘惑，立刻開始一次又一次地將鞭子把手推入柔軟、濕潤的陰道，速度越來越快，并且一直盯著那張帶著恐懼，兩眼睜大的臉。

她的快感馬上就到，她向后倒在墻上，氣喘吁吁，讓她氣惱的是，那男人的陽具仍然軟弱松馳，令人失望。這時，她站了起來，她確信他要她。

鞭子緊緊地握在她的手里，瑪沙想都沒有想抬起手臂，試探性地對著他裸露的脅腹抽打，這是本能的動作，像呼吸一樣自然，可是，他發光的肌膚上像有一張貪婪的嘴巴，許多猛烈的鞭抽都沒有用，瑪沙嚇呆了。

那男人輕輕喘著氣，在鞭打下扭動著身體，因為嘴里塞了東西，不能喊叫，只能開始低低的呻吟，驚恐得張大了眼睛。

瑪沙瘋狂地鞭打，她的腹部涌出一股暖流，巨大的力量集中在手臂上，遠處傳來一個聲音，真是聲音嗎？還是她頭腦里的幻覺？在召喚她，催促她，鞭子一次又一次地落在會發光的肌膚上，那男人的背部和臀部出現了暗紅的鞭痕，他在痛苦中懦動、呻吟。

正是這一下鞭打，他的陽具開始抽搐、復活，像沈睡的蛇，伸展開來，并突然警戒起來，準備進行沖刺。每一聲成功的喘氣似乎賦與它更大的活力，瑪沙自己的興奮也在不斷增強，意識到自己在這位不相識的男人身上的力量。他重重的睪丸緊繃著，陰莖在抽動。只有痛苦才能帶來快慰。當他噴射出稠密的白色泉水時，瑪沙扯開襯衫，讓這溫暖的精液射在自己的胸口，他最終完成了納貢義務，還是一位能手。

當她踏上臺階，走回漆黑的房子時，她甚至沒有想到要看一眼身后的人。

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