Rendezvous

Rendezvous

This evening started out as the most ordinary, it was raining outside the window and I didn't want to go anywhere.

Zhenya habitually opened his laptop after coming home from school to masturbate to his favorite pictures, but today he wanted something else. Today, he decided to find a girlfriend after all.

Zhenya has never been particularly brave in dealing with girls in real life. All his attempts ended in awkward glances and confused phrases, so he preferred to stay in his comfort zone, in the world of online fantasies. But today something has changed. Perhaps the autumn blues and longing for warmth made him look at the world with different eyes.

He opened one of the popular dating sites, hesitated a bit and started filling out a questionnaire. Talking about yourself has always seemed difficult, especially when you wanted to appear better than you really are. Zhenya decided to be honest:

Height 164 cm, but not tall, but a handsome, pretty face and a toned figure.

Weight 58 kg, not fat at all.

Dark shoulder-length hair. Zhenya loved all kinds of music that welcomed long hair from guys. She was just too lazy to go to the hairdresser often. So he was just doing a fancy ponytail.

Habits, hobbies, - Zhenya wrote walking in the park and it was the pure truth.

He attached a picture of himself that looked really cute and went to look at the girls' profiles.

Then the most exciting stage began -- viewing the questionnaires. The girls seemed so different, so interesting. He read their descriptions, looked at the photos, and tried to imagine which of them he would be comfortable with. Finally, his gaze caught on one girl-- her name was Anya. There was something in her profile that made Zhenya stop.

Probably because she looked a lot like him, as modest and not tall as he was. There was something very sexy about her photo, some kind of understatement, mystery, and it was she who attracted Zhenya.

The girl in the photos was named Irina.

Zhenya did not delay the decision and wrote a message to the girl. To his surprise, Irina responded promptly enough, apparently she was also on the site that evening and was bored.

So, without coercion, their conversation began.

It turned out Irina was a good conversationalist and they didn't notice how they chatted for several hours.

At the very end of the conversation, Zhenya invited Irina to take a walk in the park the next day, and she agreed. That's how their acquaintance began.

The next morning, Zhenya was worried like a schoolboy before his first date. He went through his entire wardrobe, choosing what to wear, and eventually settled on a simple but elegant shirt and jeans. He wanted to look casual, but at the same time make a good impression.

They met at the entrance to the park, as agreed. Irina turned out to be even more charming than in the photos. Her eyes were shining, and her smile was sincere and contagious, on a very attractive face. She really turned out to be as petite as me, if not smaller. Thick long hair, pale white skin, thin fingers and a complete lack of breasts. This fact did not upset Zhenya much, it still seemed to him that it was not entirely clear in the photos, but everything turned out to be true.

They walked along the alleys, talked about everything in the world, and Zhenya felt like there was some kind of special connection between them.

Time flew by unnoticed. They were sitting on a bench, watching the sunset, and Zhenya realized that he was falling in love. There was something about Irina that attracted him, some kind of warmth and sincerity.

After the walk, Zhenya walked Irina home. At the entrance, he couldn't resist and kissed her. It was a gentle and exciting kiss that confirmed all his feelings.

To his surprise, Irina invited him to come to her house and have tea.

- It turns out Irina is more courageous than it seemed earlier, - flashed through Zhenya's head.

Her apartment was on the top 17th floor of an apartment building. It was a fairly spacious apartment with 4 rooms.

"I inherited this apartment from my grandmother," the girl said.

- My parents told me that since I am already 18 years old, I can live on my own, especially since I have a free apartment. Well, I didn't refuse," Irina continued to tell.

We were sitting in the charming kitchen and drinking tea, and somehow we accidentally started sharing our stories about unsuccessful acquaintances.

It turns out that Irina was also often disappointed in guys, and because of my short stature, I had a lot of disappointments, the girls just didn't see me as a serious man, more like a girlfriend.

That's how we came up with one idea, not intrusively, during the conversation, and I voiced it.

- And you know what, Irin, I propose the following solution that will help us avoid the negative experience that you and I have accumulated.

"What's that?" The girl looked at me with interest.

- Come on, now, just without embarrassment and exaggeration, let's honestly tell each other about each other, so to speak, let's answer the truth to 10 questions. We've known each other for one day, and if something doesn't suit us, we can just run away and forget about each other. -- said Zhenya.

"I want to take this step because I really like you," is the answer to the first question.

- You're right, - Irina supported me, but come on and yes, I liked you too.

"It's better if we find out everything about each other right away, than we'll delay for it's not clear how long, and then we'll be disappointed," she summed up.

- Great, then let's start right now? I suggested, feeling excitement flare up in my chest. Irina nodded, straightening a stray strand of hair.

"Who's starting?" "What is it?" she asked, blushing slightly.

- Let me be the initiator. The first question is: what repels you most about men? Zhenya asked.

- Tell it like it is, don't be shy. Irina thought for a while, biting her lip.

- Probably when a man is too narcissistic and self-centered. I also don't like it when people lie. Even in small things.

Moreover, the girl emphasized the word lie, and Zhenya realized that if he lied in the answers to her questions, it would greatly disappoint her.

Her first question almost stumped me.

- Zhenya, what excites you in sex? "What is it?" she asked.

Zhenya did not expect such frankness, but he was not at a loss. Taking a deep breath, I began to talk.

- To be completely honest, I really love it when they suck my dick.

- It also turns me on when a girl licks my anal hole with her hot and wet tongue, while she gently plays with my anal hole with her finger. I always wash my ass thoroughly to make my partner feel good. I also remove all body hair especially carefully in the intimate area, I love these sensations on the skin.

Zhenya said in one breath and waited for Irina's reaction.

Irina listened attentively, without interrupting. There was no surprise or disgust in her eyes, just interest. When Zhenya finished, she smiled slightly.

- Thank you for the truth, you are very brave. Now it's your turn to ask," the girl said.

Zhenya thought about it and asked.

- Now tell me, what do you like about sex?

"You've told me everything honestly, and I'll be honest with you, too," Irina said.

- I love perversion in sex, and my favorite kind of sex is fisting. There is nothing more pleasant when the pussy is pulled over the hand like a glove, and then they gently begin to squeeze the uterus, sometimes penetrating it with a finger.

Zhenya froze, he honestly did not expect such revelations from this seemingly modest petite girl, but he liked what she said, because he also liked experimenting with sex.

Images flashed through Zhenya's mind, depicting Irina in the arms of passion, her body yielding to perverted caresses. He felt the blood rush to his cheeks, and his breathing quickened. This unexpected turn of events made him look at Irina in a completely new way. Behind the mask of modesty was a stormy, pleasure-hungry nature.

"Fisting..." whispered Zhenya, as if tasting the word. He knew about this type of sex, and he was pleased to know that Irina could enjoy it.

At that moment, Zhenya realized that their meeting was not just an accident. There was some kind of inexplicable connection between them, the attraction of two souls looking for new sensations and ready to open up to each other completely. He felt his own desires awakening with renewed vigor.

"It's interesting to me," Zhenya confessed, looking Irina straight in the eye. "Tell me more." He wanted to know everything, every detail, every sensation she was experiencing. He wanted to immerse himself in her world of passion and perversion, and perhaps discover something new.

"I'll tell you, but now it's my turn to ask," Irina laughed.

- Have you had many sexual partners? "What is it?" she asked.

Zhenya honestly began to tell me that he didn't have many girls, about 10, and they were all prostitutes. And it was they who showed him that you can get a very strong thrill from playing with your ass.

"Did they fuck you with a strap-on?" - Irina clarified.

Zhenya blushed, but he had already made up his mind to always tell Irina the truth when she asked.

"Yes," he replied.

- I was fucked with strapons and it was very pleasant.

"Have men fucked you?" -- the girl asked provocatively.

Zhenya sighed heavily and said in one breath.

- Yes, once, but that was because I was drunk.

"You're so interesting," Irina smiled.

- It's great to be with you, this is the first time I've met a guy who can honestly admit everything like that.

- Go ahead and ask, now it's your turn.

And Zhenya continued.

- Irin, how many sexual partners have you had and whether you've had sex with other women?

Irina was not silent for long and began to tell without hiding anything.

- You see, Zhenya, I confess to you that I am a sex slave. I have a mistress who decides who and when I'm going to fuck. So I had a lot of partners, for example, about 50 people fucked me this year. There were men among them, but mostly they were women. They really like to humiliate me, and my petite body only turns them on more. We are similar in this, prostitutes have taught you to strap-on, and perverts have taught me to fisting.

Zhenya was silent, digesting what he had heard. His mind was full of questions, but he didn't dare voice any of them. He looked at Irina, and it seemed to him that he was seeing her for the first time. There was a bitter smile on her lips, which seemed to emphasize that nothing depends on her in this matter, but she does not mind this situation either.

Irina continued without waiting for his reaction.:

- I know it sounds crazy, but this is my life. I didn't choose her, she chose me. And I'm living with it as best I can. You can't imagine how exciting it is when your body doesn't belong to you, when every touch is not love, but humiliation.

- And that you have a real mistress? Zhenya asked.

"Yes," the girl replied.

- And it was she who asked me to meet a guy on a dating site. She thinks I should have a date that's much sexier.

- so I'll tell you honestly, I liked you very much, but I'll have to ask the hostess for permission to date you.

Zhenya felt his world shake. He had always considered himself a man who had seen a lot, but now he felt like a lost child trapped in an unfamiliar forest. Irina's words sounded like the ravings of a madman, but he saw such genuine pain in her eyes that he couldn't help but believe.

"But how is that possible?" - he whispered, feeling his mouth go dry. "The mistress?" A slave? This is the Middle Ages!

Irina sighed. "Just trust that it's true. And believe me, I can't change anything.

- My parents don't know anything about this side of my life either, for them I'm a decent girl, an excellent student and a beauty.

She paused, waiting for his reaction. Zhenya was silent, trying to put his scattered thoughts together.

- And how do you get the approval of the hostess, will you go to her?

"No," the girl replied.

- I've never seen her in person, we only communicate via the Internet.

- She just sends me instructions on what needs to be done and where I need to go.

- And when I arrive at her address, they fuck me in all holes there.

- By the way, Zhen, don't worry, at least because of fisting, we probably won't be able to fuck in the pussy, my ass is very well prepared for anal sex.

Zhenya had never heard such revelations before, but he understood that his sexual experience was much more modest than Irina's.

Zhenya looked at Irina, trying to comprehend what he had heard. Questions swarmed in my head, mixing with shock and misunderstanding. He knew that Irina was not an ordinary girl, but so much so... His perfect image cracked, exposing a reality full of pain and humiliation.

"Are you... are you doing this for the money?" He finally managed, feeling his throat go dry.

"No," the girl replied.

- Of course, the hostess blackmailed me at first, and then she quickly realized that I liked it myself. I like being her toy.

"Do you want me to show you something?" Irina asked.

"Yes," Zhenya replied, recovering from the shock.

The girl stood in front of the guy and unbuttoned her charming bell-shaped dress, it smoothly fell to her feet.

The girl froze, waiting for a reaction.

Zhenya thought he had been surprised enough, but Irina put him in a stupor again.

On the girl's chest, there was a large tattoo - the Queen of Fisting and a thin arrow going down from the inscription to the girl's pussy.

- Well, how do you like me? Irina asked mischievously.

"This, this," Zhenya repeated several times.

"It's so sexy," he replied, swallowing, realizing that everything he saw made his small cock stand up completely.

Irina laughed loudly, pleased with the effect. She traced the outline of the tattoo with her finger, as if emphasizing its ambiguity. "Do you like my crown?" "What is it?" she whispered, leaning closer to her Wife. The scent of her perfume, sweet and tart, filled the entire space around.

Zhenya couldn't take his eyes off the tattoo, from this bold, defiant inscription. He could feel the blood rushing to his face, and his heart was pounding wildly in his chest. He always considered himself quite liberated, but Irina surpassed all his wildest fantasies.

"Now it's my turn to ask you again," the girl said.

- Zhen, tell me, how would you feel about cheating? -- After all, if the mistress allows us to meet, I will still follow her orders.

Zhenya thought about it and replied to a completely naked girl.

- I don't know how to feel about this yet, because we haven't met yet.

But in general, to be honest, it even turns me on, especially if you're dating other women. I generally think that bisexuality is the norm for girls.

And then he asked.

- How do I know that your mistress has allowed us to meet?

"You're so cool," Irina said, smiling.

- By the way, I also think that bisexuality is normal for men, so I really liked you.

- And I'm going to ask the mistress about our relationship now.

Irina brought her laptop out of the room, opened it, and began typing a message to her mistress in some private chat.

Irina's fingers ran over the keys, sending short, almost telegraphic messages. Zhenya watched her, trying to guess from the expression on her face what the lady's answer would be. A tense silence hung in the room, broken only by the soft rustle of the laptop fan.

Finally, Irina looked up from the screen and looked at Zhenya with a mysterious smile.

"She answered," she whispered. - He says that we are previously allowed to... experiment. But with one condition.

"Like what?" Zhenya asked impatiently, feeling excitement building up inside.

"She wants to know all the details," Irina replied, giving him a sly look. - In the smallest detail.

- And one more thing, to make a final decision, she wants us to send her a nude photo of you now. She wants to evaluate your physical characteristics and then she will finally make a decision.

- Well, shall we take this step? Irina asked.

"Don't worry, she didn't say anything about the face, so you can send the photo without your face," she reassured Zhenya.

This game turned the guy on and he decided.

"Come on," he said, and began to undress.

Eugene took off his T-shirt, revealing his toned tummy. Irina looked at him admiringly, she liked that Zhenya did not have an ounce of excess fat.

"You're beautiful," she whispered, coming closer and touching his chest with her fingertips.

Zhenya had completely undressed and now he was standing completely naked in front of a girl whom he had just met today. However, she was standing in front of him completely naked.

Irina took out her phone, pointed the camera and took several pictures from different angles. She studied each frame carefully, making sure everything looked perfect.

They took the photos against the background of the window. Zhenya climbed on the table like on a pedestal and looked out the window, while Irina photographed him naked from behind or so that his face would not get into the frame.

The curtains on the window were wide open and the pictures were bright and very well-lit.

In addition, an open window through which Zhenya could be seen, for example, from a neighboring house, seemed to say that he was ready for sexual experiments.

"It's done," she said, smiling contentedly. -- Now it remains to send her this... and wait for a decision.

They uploaded the selected photos and it remains to press the send button.

"You push it," Irina said.

"I want to know that you're sending naked photos of yourself to no one knows who."

- It's so exciting.

- See for yourself how my pussy flowed.

The girl took Zhenya's palm and guided it to her hole, which turned out to be really a shelf of her mucus and juices.

- Well, whatever you do.

Zhenya clicked and now his naked photos have flown away to no one knows who.

"Now we're waiting for a decision," Irina said, squatting down and sucking Zhenya's 13 cm cock.

The guy stood and looked at the monitor screen, waiting for a decision, and the girl's hot mouth distracted him. Such a gentle minnet, he had never had it done before, Zhenya immediately realized that Irina was a professional in this business.

After about 20 minutes, they received a reply from the hostess Irina.

"Great, you're accepted," Irina read aloud, pulling away from Zhenya's cock. Her eyes shone with triumph. "She's thrilled! He says the photos are just a bomb. Perfect for her collection."

Zhenya felt relieved. The experiment was a success. But at the same time, a strange, aching feeling arose in my chest. He imagined some unknown woman looking at his nude photos, assessing his body, his manhood. The thought was both frightening and exciting.

"What's next?" "What is it?" he asked, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"And then, my dear, the most interesting part," Irina purred, licking her lips.

"I want you," the girl said and pulled Zhenya into bed.

"Fuck me all night, I'm your personal whore, approved by the mistress."

"Put your hands inside me, put anything you want inside me, my wet cunt will take it all."

"All right, whore, I'll show you what real fisting is," Zhenya said.

The girl lay down on the bed, spreading her delicate, neat legs wide. Her pussy looked like just a bottomless wet hole, but at the same time very neat.

Zhenya pounced on her and began to lick her passionately, the girl's sticky juices began to cover his face abundantly.

His tongue caressed every inch of her aroused body, searching for the most sensitive points. The girl moaned with pleasure, her fingers clutching the sheet convulsively. "Yes, yes, more!" - she whispered, choking with overwhelmed feelings.