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Chapter 1. Cold

– Nat, are you coming to the party?

– Who will be there?

– All ours.

– Maybe. Everyone there will be useless, some kind of poor people, that means, – said Natalya, taking off her house pants, getting ready to go to the shower.

– Well, will you come or not?

– Let's see. Will that handsome guy come?

– Who?

– Sasha, fair-haired, he still has cheekbones.

– This is Vera's boyfriend.

– Which one is this?

– Yes, you saw her, we were at the disco together, then she left with some guy, she didn’t even say goodbye, bitch.

– And this slut, fuck her. Okay, friend, I have serious things to do here, I'm busy.

She threw the phone on the couch and took off the last of her clothes, leaving red thin panties next to the phone, and, having sniffed them, put them next to the phone. Then she picked it up again, scrolled through the feed, found some videos, forgot that she needed to go to the bathroom, sat back on the couch, lifting one leg, and her labia parted.

When she felt a little chilly without her clothes, she said, " Brrrrr ," and walked away, wiggling her firm ass, which no one saw at that time.

The bottle of shampoo she had picked up fell over and she wanted to squat down and wash her hair in that position to give her legs a rest, which had been pretty sore, aching and stretched since yesterday from standing bent over for a long time while the bartender had sex with her at the counter after her shift ended and the small restaurant she worked in closed.

But although her anus hurt, she didn’t pay attention to it, especially since it didn’t interfere with standing on her feet, and she definitely didn’t want to sit on a small plastic chair right now.

This was her favorite place where she liked to take male members, after blowjobs, which she did with ease anywhere, if the guy asked her about it twice, when, having refused after the first time, she agreed to the second, and she tried not to change this rule in the last six months, after one guy she really liked did not want to have sex with her. She could not understand this, because he was married, had children, but did not succumb to provocative hints, and, having dropped her off after driving her home at night after work, having picked her up at the bus stop, he quickly left.

She always thought that any man wanted her, and even more so if she offered sex, and so after this incident she went on a rampage and did not want to miss any member that could enter her, reminding that mainly in the anus and mouth.

She used her vagina for special occasions, when she really liked a guy and she was sure that he had a big one, because she didn't want to spoil her taste by fucking with smaller ones than she considered necessary.

After working as a prostitute for a few months after her second year of university during the summer holidays, she decided not to do it anymore, and not for moral principles or financial reasons, she just really wanted to sleep at night, and she had a hard time with the night calls, sometimes just falling asleep when another client fucked her. Of course, she couldn't ignore those who had sufficient arguments between their legs, and she couldn't doze off like that.

That same year, she dropped out of university and went on academic leave for a year, undecided whether to drop out completely or wait.

And when one morning after a night shift she went home, forgetting to put on pants, from fatigue and from getting used to the fact that she was more naked than dressed at work. Noticing only when she was standing and waiting for the elevator, and a man in glasses was looking at him very attentively, smiling.

Realizing that the bottom was naked, she, without changing her face for a single facial expression, returned to take the pants. At least she decided to take a break and now she could sleep with men only for twice the amount, which is why she had very few clients, but she had enough for pocket money and beautiful underwear, which she loved to buy, dress in them at home and admire herself in the mirror for a long time, and sometimes, excited by herself, she began to masturbate right standing in the hallway, and if this did not help, she went to the park, dressed in the tightest possible clothes, enticing guys, but this method rarely ended in sex, so she often just called friends, said various pleasant words, seduced them into sex, so that, having arrived, they would have her within the next half hour, she did not like to wait for a long time.

Finally, coming out of the shower, she stuck her finger into her crotch, sniffed it and tasted it, and then, smiling, walked towards the balcony, drying herself with a towel.

The bell rang again, bringing her back to reality.

– Yes. I told you I'd think about it.

Throwing the phone back on the same place on the couch and putting her panties back on, she stood at the mirror, looked at herself and went this time to the kitchen to have a drink and cook dinner. She understood that her friends really wanted to see her present at the event and attract guys, where they were celebrating an incomprehensible date, which Natalia didn't care about. But in order for them to come, they had to be sure that Natasha would come, and they demanded confirmation and even guarantees from her friends, to which they swore that she would definitely come, and if not, they would let them fuck them. They had to go to extremes to make her come, but they didn't dare ask her for a guarantee. They were afraid of her, thinking that she had many fans who had big connections in the city, because it couldn't be any other way.

And before going to bed she wrote that she would drop by, but not for long, and if it wasn't interesting, she would leave quickly. After which her friends began to warn other mutual guy friends that she wouldn't leave right away, they needed to dance with her more.

Every time she came to the party, all the guys were in a good and upbeat mood, which often affected the communication of these same guys with other girls, and they often drank more, and after that they began to pester them too.

It cannot be said that all of Natalia's friends were not beautiful, they were wonderful, but Nata , as her friends often called her, was beyond competition, and always caused a sensation at a party.

The party was supposed to happen tomorrow, but there was one thing that kept stopping her from going to another Sabbath with her friends, that was that the day after tomorrow she had to go to work at a restaurant, albeit after one o'clock in the afternoon, but still, she already understood that she would most likely not get enough sleep, if she could at all. What would happen and how the evening and the night itself would go, no one knew and could not know.

– Hello.

– I thought you, slut, wouldn't come to us, – said one of her friends, but she couldn't remember her name, because she had seen her about ten times in her life, and specifically at parties like this, but she didn't know who she was or what she did. They were mostly her classmates, and one girl and a guy from her work. They were sitting apart from everyone else, because they had recently started a love relationship, but they came at Natalia's invitation, since she was currently working as a senior shift manager, they didn't want to argue with her, and they planned to leave when they checked in and the wildest part of the party began, quietly cleaning up.

Natalia tried not to remember the names of her friends and acquaintances, realizing that all these people were temporary in her life, and most likely, when she got married or moved to another city, she would completely stop communicating with them, and now she continued to do this so as not to become a black sheep, but also to have time to hang out. She planned to marry a rich and well-off man so as not to work, and in this environment there was clearly no such candidate for her.

– Firework.

– Well, – Natalya said reluctantly to the guy she had seen before but couldn’t remember again, and just in case she complimented him on how good he looked.

The guy, who did not expect this, was overcome with emotion, and in the next ten minutes he managed to tell about his life, everything he had experienced in life, and the most significant events, in his opinion.

She listened for the first minute and then switched to looking at the sofas that stood in this room. She imagined how best to stand here to better feel the long members, and so that at the same time her uterus would not hurt during the thrusts.

At the end of the tenth minute, she decided to interrupt his conversation.

– Do you have a girlfriend?

– No, but I would like to.

– Come on, I need help fixing my bra.

– Went.

The apartment that was rented for the party was an old layout and five rooms. Perhaps famous and rich people of their time lived here before, because the decoration was preserved and the interior, although old, inspired the spirit of quality antiques.

Perhaps the room where Natalya and the guy whose name she didn't want to know had been used for birthdays and cutting out confetti for the New Year, or simply reading a book. But now there was a guy and a girl whose intentions were very different from what to read, especially since the holidays were still a long way off.

The door was not locked, but this factor did not matter to her.

– When was the last time you had sex?

– For a long time…

– Are you jerking off?

– Yes, yesterday.

– Look, if you didn’t leave me any or left me little, I’ll punish you, – and, coming up, she grabbed his penis through his pants with her hands.

He tried to kiss her, hug her, but she was cold, because she did not like to kiss, she liked to feel men's members and feel them inside her. The feeling of something foreign inside her excited her wildly, and she received more pleasure from this very understanding than from the tactile feelings that complemented the general emotions, which is why if she got an orgasm, it was always bright, powerful, often squirting, but if for the first time in the evening. The rest she experienced usually, and felt it with her stomach, the tips of her toes and the crown of her head.

– Where do you want me?

– Where can I go?

– Just not in the ass, it hurts today.

She, without waiting for his answer, began to desperately masturbate him, after which she suddenly got down on her knees, because she was too lazy to take off her pants, or rather, to lower them, and secondly, she was afraid that she would stain her snow-white panties immediately after the first sex at the party.

She began to lick and swallow his cock just as furiously as she had masturbated, something the guy was not at all prepared for, which made him stagger like the last autumn leaf in the wind in autumn, and that he was about to break off and fall.

He decided to help her with his hands, holding her head, but she specially took the penis out of her mouth for this and said:

– No hands, I'll do it myself, I know how to suck properly.

She said it so menacingly that he was a little confused, and his penis began to deflate from fear.

– What, are you scared? Now, don't worry, – she tried to calm him down, taking his cock out of her mouth again.

After that, she set herself up to get a portion of sperm in her mouth faster, to never see this guy again in her life. Increasing the intensity, strength and depth of swallowing gave their fruits, in the form of a small portion, which made her dissatisfied.

– Why the hell did you jerk off yesterday? – she asked, and added:

– Free.

The guy came out, and after two minutes she came out.

The party, which promised to be fun, according to the friends, presented a dismal picture, with small groups of several people hanging out here and there and arguing about something.

Natalya, having looked at this, sat down on the sofa and began to consider the next victim who could satisfy her vaginally, but she did not find any candidates that met her criteria.

– Hello.

– Yeah, – she said, without opening her mouth, where some of the unswallowed sperm still remained on her teeth and tongue, which she was now cleaning up by running the tip of her tongue over the surface of her teeth and running a small bite over the tongue itself to clean the surface.

– Did you get something in your teeth? – the boy asked, noticing this and how his tongue was moving so wildly inside that at times his cheeks would puff out from the touch of his tongue.

– Yes, I ate it here, it doesn't matter. And you look good, – she said, switching on the "next" mode.

– I used to do sports, and…

Here she decided to interrupt the conversation at the beginning, not wanting to listen to his short biography of his life.

– Let’s go, – she said quietly and quickly.

He followed him and ended up in the bathroom because the room they first went to was occupied.

Without waiting for the perfect partner for the party, she pulled down her pants, which were tight to the middle of her thigh, bent over and rested her hands on the edge of the bathtub.

The guy was so excited that he couldn't speak and had to masturbate his penis before trying to insert it into her.

– Come on, hurry up.

But she didn't have to wait long, and she felt the warmth and tension in her crotch, what she loved so much in her life, and all the worries went away.

– Do you cum quickly?

– In different ways, now you are beautiful, your ass is elastic, probably…

– Give me some more compliments.

– You have an awesome crotch, a tight pussy, and breasts as firm as balls, you're awesome, I want you always, I want-e-e-e…

She felt him cum, but she didn't feel how. She herself hadn't experienced anything close to an orgasm.

– Is that all? You're free, – she said the same thing to the second guy after sex, making it a habit, not worrying at all about how he would take these words, whether he would be offended, whether his feelings of pride would be touched or not, she didn't care.

– Call the next one.

She didn't want to go back out anymore, because she completely stopped liking this event, except for the possibility of feeling foreign organs in her crotch.

She sat on the edge of the bathtub without even lifting her pants. The lowered pants gave access to a view of her crotch from the front, which was divided by a beautiful and thin strip of shaved crotch below the labia.

There was a knock at the door.

– Open.

A guy walked in, barely fitting into the remaining space of the bathroom.

– I'm Anton.

– Anton, loaf. Now we'll check how loaf you are.

She sat and tried to provoke me into rough sex, and she started it with words.

– Show me your dick.

He pulled it out, pulling down his fly.

– Do you have eggs?

He pulled down his pants.

– Jerk off.

He started masturbating himself.

– Stick your finger up your ass.

He squatted down a little and did it.

He began to understand what she wanted, and, pulling down her pants, which came off quite quickly, in two movements, throwing them to the bottom of the bath, he lifted her up and planted himself inside her, while she hugged his body with both legs.

She was like the cabin of an amusement ride that rises up and then quickly descends, delighting those sitting on it. She was both the cabin, and the spectator of the cabin, and the mechanism itself with a braking device in the form of a piston and cylinder.

– You fuck great. I like you. Maybe we'll meet again later?

She continued to speak, despite the deep bars, to which he, breathlessly:

– Come on, write me your number, I'll come over sometime and fuck you at night if you have insomnia.

– Good – o-o-o-o – o -o-o-o-o…

– There are still many -o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o pa-a-a-a-a-ar-ne-e-e-e

– A couple of people, but they are already busy.

– Go on. Smell my breasts.

He leaned over, but instead began to lick them, squeezing her nipples with his teeth, which made her completely lose control of herself and start moaning, which, of course, did not particularly surprise anyone who heard from other rooms, rather it prompted another couple to have faster sex, where she had been before.

– I'm tired, let me down, come behind me.

She meant for him to fuck her in the vagina when she stood up, leaning forward, but the guy took this as an invitation to anal sex, which he tried to implement immediately.

– It hurts, where are you going?

– There, you wanted to go from behind.

– I meant-e-e-e-e… keep-e-e-e-e-e

It hurt, but she endured it for the sake of it, for the sake of the process, for the sake of the feeling of something foreign inside.

With one hand she began to vigorously massage her clitoris, and with the other her breasts in turn, which is why, left without support, she was now rocking like an autumn leaf.

– Fuck, screw…

She felt the approach of that orgasm that she experienced very rarely, and now it was more likely to be it, because she began to experience cramps in her calves and warmth in her groin.

And so… A riot of feelings and emotions, and the moisture that splashed was now flowing from her hips, mixing with dried drops of sperm from the other guy.

– Thank you, I'll write you down in my phone as "jet", I don't need your name.

– I'll write you down as "gap number one", you're moving up to first place in my personal ranking, and someone has lost first place.

– Do I know her?

– Yes, she is here.

– Okay, I don't care.

He left without saying anything more, and for the first time that evening she felt like a weak woman who needed to be protected and loved, but he found this guy quite interesting.

She came out of the bathroom again and, not recognizing even half of the guests who had been there before, began to look at them, she was looking for him, who was still unknown to her.

She noticed two guys and approached them herself.

– Good evening.

– Good man, who are you? – asked the strongest of them.

– Natasha. Nata.

– Nice name. My friend got divorced yesterday, will you shelter him for a while?

– I thought there were three of us.

– Fuck, I'm not an animal.

– This is the first time I’ve seen someone refuse something like this.

– Did you think guys would agree to everything for a hole? Although let's go, I'll fuck you and go home, my wife is waiting there.

He took her to the balcony, which was connected to the kitchen, because there were no other empty rooms. The couple sitting there were a waitress and a bartender from her job, who tried to stay close to each other all evening. Natasha didn't see them, passing by without looking at their faces. And since the curtains were quite transparent, they had to see the whole scene from beginning to end.

Coming back, adjusting her pants, she recognized them.

– Hello. How is your evening? Why are you bored? Not having fun?

– It's okay, I was getting ready to go home.

She, standing in the kitchen by the window, pulled down her pants again, adjusted her panties so that they didn’t cut into her crotch and sat evenly on her waist, put them back on with a silent face and a look directed at the bartender, with whom she had a relationship, or rather, had fucked ten times in the service toilet and once in the warehouse, on sacks of coffee.

She returned to the hall, where the friend of the one who had fucked her and who had recently gotten divorced was still waiting for her.

– Don't be sad, the main thing is that your dick is hard.

– Costs.

– What, did you break up?

– Were you out for a walk?

– So you got a whore. It happens. Maybe we should come to my place, I'm so fucking tired of being here, I'm just so fucking tired, in different ways. I'm dripping with cum like a bitch. We'll fuck, you can go home in the morning.

They left without saying goodbye to anyone.

Natasha rented an apartment when she worked as a prostitute, and now that her source of income had fallen, she needed someone to pay the rent at first, and a little for food and clothes. She couldn't find a rich man right away, which she had counted on when she started working as an escort, and now, realizing that it wouldn't work out quickly in other ways, she decided to wait and find a guy.

At first glance, she didn’t even like the friend of the one who fucked her on the balcony, but while they were riding in a taxi, she changed her mind about a lot of things and came to the conclusion that such a calm guy would probably suit her better than an impudent alpha male, with whom she simply couldn’t cope.

She decided not to rush, but to spend the rest of the night in the company of a guy who could satisfy her while she dozed, as she had done many times before.

In the morning she woke up with a feeling that her crotch was splitting with pain, and it seemed to her that if she stood up now, she would split in half along her crotch, so much did her ass, vagina and even mouth hurt.

She remembered that she came back with a guy who didn't say anything all night, but fucked her in all the holes, that even if she wanted to take a little nap at that time, out of habit during boring sex with small dicks, she couldn't fall asleep at night, because his penis was so big that she thought he pumped silicone in there or it was a prosthesis.

In the morning, this version disappeared from her mind, because while he was sleeping, the member now had an average value, not much different from others that she had seen enough, but felt more.

Returning from the shower, she noticed that the guy had woken up.

– Natasha. Nata, Natalya, Natusik.

– Vlad. So we've met. I'm Sasha's friend.

– Handsome?

– Well, if you think so, then yes. He got married recently, his woman got pregnant. He didn't want to, but he had to.

– I see, so he's married now. Vlad, why don't you come and live with me, I'm actually renting an apartment, we can pay together.

– Well, if… Okay, I'm ready to pay the full price, I recently got a promotion at work, we celebrated, when I came home, my wife threw a fit, said that I was hanging out with whores, one thing, another, it came to a divorce, although the divorce hasn't been finalized yet, that's it, I'm proud too.

– Okay, Vlad. Here are the spare keys, I gave them to Mom earlier, keep them for yourself. I have to go to work for lunch, and do you have to work today?

– Yes, by ten.

– There's still time, I'll cook some porridge now. Would you like some?

– Will.

He stood up, and his cock, which had long since taken on the shape of an attacker after he had removed the blanket, appeared especially large before her.

– Nice dick. You fuck great, I like you.

– You are beautiful, you excite.

She was a little late for work, but since it was customary to arrive half an hour before the shift was accepted, everything went well.

– How did you get home? – the bartender asked her.

– Fine and you?

– Okay, let’s go through the park, I fucked her there, – he decided to open up to her, and, rather, it was an attempt to present himself as a male after she had adjusted her panties in the kitchen yesterday, with her pants down.

– So how is it?

– She finished before I had time, she said she was frozen.

– Okay, so everything started out fine. And did you fuck her at home?

– Well, yes, only after some persuasion, she was in a bad mood yesterday.

– Bullshit, don't think about it, you won't understand us girls, because I often don't understand myself in the morning, what I did yesterday and why, I'm carried away by something, I do it, then, falling asleep, I think, why and for what reason, I don't know anymore. Well, enough chatter, it's time to work.