Sex Stories novel Chapter 9

This time I tried better and suppressed the gag reflex. Andrey hummed in satisfaction while I could barely cope. For a moment, only Andrey's moans of pleasure were heard in the room. He pulled away and I finally sighed. Andrey gently stroked my face up and down and down to my neck. Then he squeezed it hard, blocking access to oxygen. I panicked.

Andrey pressed his lips against mine, taking in the last crumbs of air, kissing wet and immediately rising inside me with a thick tongue. I was shivering, lacking oxygen, and when it seemed to me that I was going to pass out, he released me and walked away, watching with complacency as I gasped anxiously for air.

Andrey once again crushed my breasts through his underwear, breaking it as well. He painfully tugged on my nipples, making me scream hoarsely, but his next action scared me to the max. He deftly slid the nipple clamps over me, pulling them back hard. My tormented chest hurt so bad that my nipples went numb.

Andrey rolled me onto my stomach with one hand and brought me to my knees. He instinctively propped me up on my elbows. Andrei touched my butt with his cock, and then with a sudden movement he invaded my still dry vagina, making me cry helplessly. Andrey ignored me, and immediately went into a frantic pace so that the slaps of the naked parts of the bodies ‘screamed at me’. He wrinkled my ass, whipped and pinched with delight, not slowing down. At this speed, I rocked back and forth, and my chest hung in the air, and the weight braces pulled it down.

Suddenly my phone rang. Andrei was distracted and left me and reached for the skirt with the phone on it.

"This is your glory." He smiled. "Will we respond?"

"You are a weirdo, Andrey." I replied in a strangled voice.

"Come on, it'll be fun. Answer him, tell him what you are doing."

Before he could argue, Andrey picked up the phone and threw it on the cot next to my face, having previously put it on speaker.

Of course Andrey knew how much I valued my work and I wanted to get promoted, so I wouldn’t give him away.

"Well, where are you? I've been waiting for you for half an hour." Slava's disgusted voice was heard.

"Slava, darling, don't wait for me, I'm late."

Words came to me with difficulty, because Andrey went back to work and invaded my gut with his penis.

"Yes, I will wait. You won't be coming home late alone."

“No, don't worry, I'll call a taxi. I'm really running late, here's a project - Aahh!"

Andrey found my clit and began to play with it, causing me pleasure mixed with pain.

"What are you doing there?!" Slava asked angrily.

I wanted to answer, but I was bursting out with another full-blown groan, because Andrey changed the angle of penetration.

"Oh, Shmara!" Slava understood everything. "Bitch!"

"No, no, Slava, please listen!"

He hung up before I could explain. I was offended, I loved him, not Andrey. But my body was betraying me little by little, circling under him, accepting this rough but good caress.