Interest-based community.

He saw her in one of the vulgar communities. He replied to one of her comments. She replied. They seemed to have some common jokes. He decided to check her profile. Judging by the photos, she was married. He wanted to write to her, but didn't know how to start...

-Hi. You liked me. Send me your number.

-Bold.

-But honest.

-I'm married, by the way.

-Can that really stop us from talking?

-Well... No. Depends on what we talk about.

-What can adults talk about?!

-Sex!

-Actually, I meant home and work. Not what you were thinking, you pervert!!!

A few minutes of silence.

-I get enough work at work — she replied.

-What are you doing in this kingdom of sluttery and depravity?

-It's just an interesting community.

-I noticed from your comments. You subconsciously attract attention, by the way.

-It's just fun there.

-How tall are you?

-175 cm.

-I love it when a girl looks up at me.

-Heh. And what's yours?

-178, and 197 when I look at the photo, at your lips.)

-)))

-You still haven't sent me your number.

-I don't give out my number to just anyone.

-I won't call, I'll write on Telegram.

-So my being married doesn't bother you?

-Let's be frank. Judging by the photos, you've been married for a long time. You crave attention. Sex with your husband is rare because you're both bored with each other. But you want variety. There's a slut living inside you that you can't set free. Or rather, you're afraid that this, supposedly, insult will be applied to you. Or rather, not like that. You want to be a slut, but you want to be treated with understanding in that regard. What am I wrong about? You probably sometimes miss a little whip.)

-You talk to me so rudely about such things. Aren't you ashamed? Or are you just speaking from experience? — she was surprised by this kind of conversation, but at the same time it was exciting. Waiting for an answer, the girl thought about his words. And really, why else would she visit sites of that nature...

-It's enough that I know women. They say women don't know what they want. They do. But they wait for it to be offered to them in a pretty wrapper. By the way, remind me, when do you want to meet?

— I wonder if this move was played correctly... I'm eagerly awaiting the answer.

-Where do you get such knowledge about women's desires? — she thought about the meeting, or rather even daydreamed. Her excitement was at its peak. But fear held her back from showing any emotions, let alone taking action — You're getting ahead of yourself about the meeting.

-And yes, about women's desires... Women somehow love me. Maybe because I'm understanding of their secret desires. About the meeting, I did get ahead of myself. You can 'close up', and that way you'll never reveal your true nature. And you really want that. Admit it to yourself, if not to me. Sl...)

-Since we're being so frank with each other, answer a question. How many women have you been with? And do you hit on all of them on such public pages?

-No matter how many women there have been, they won't interfere with us. And I don't 'be with' women, I help them open up and develop in women what is given to them by nature, and what they suppress in themselves in marriage.

-Sorry, I have to ask... Is this your hobby or a side job?) — writing this, she started to laugh.

-What do you think?)

-I think you're just an adventurer.)

-For you, all this is just a game, an adventure. You might be honest in expressing emotions, but you do it mechanically and artificially. Do you like getting your way? Fine. I've even become curious if you're as hot in action as you are in words...

-Words, words, words... Finally, you've decided on action. I'm sure your DMs are flooded with offers of cunnilingus. But is that interesting to you? You need something more, brighter emotions. Or did someone work with their tongue and you're happy? Hardly. And now for action. How much time do you need to get ready and come over? You can bring the toys you hide from your husband.

-You're rushing things... But you know what, spontaneity is better. Send the address, I'll be there in a couple of hours. I'll look into the eyes of your audacity.

-By the way, you little slut, do you like to kiss?) — he sent the address and went to prepare for the meeting. He had time, so he started tidying up the apartment and himself. He looked at the photos again. Those lips really turned him on.

-I love kissing very much. We'll see if you know how.) Yes, by the way, what color do you like? White, black, pink, maybe red? Which would suit me better?) — she got herself ready and twirled in front of the mirror with several of her erotic lingerie sets, holding them against herself, admiring herself.

-You'll check that when we meet.

By the way, black stockings and heels go well with deep red lipstick.

The girl smiled as she read the message and glanced at the beautiful, sexy, black, lace bodysuit, put it on along with stockings and shoes, completed the look with an evening dress, bright makeup, and red lipstick. She ruffled her hair a bit. Called a taxi and wrote to the guy that she'd be there soon. He, always confident, was now feeling nervous.

— Strange. My intuition tells me something interesting, or on the contrary, disappointment? What if I can't handle her... Nonsense. Unless she has some hardcore perversion in her head.

While she was riding in the taxi, she fidgeted with the hem of her dress, her palms were sweaty.

— This is awful. Why am I acting like a little girl, I need to pull myself together.

The closer she got to the address, the more nervous she became. The taxi stopped, the girl paid and got out. She shook herself and took a step, then stopped dead in her tracks when she saw him. She tried to pull herself together and gather her courage. Doubts tormented her, but she wasn't used to backing down. So that no one would see her with a stranger, the guy was standing by the door waiting for her, not meeting her right by the car. She walked up to him. A short mutual "hi". He opened the building door, let the girl go first. Both go inside. Suddenly he presses her against the wall, kisses her passionately. His hand boldly moves from her stomach to her breast, squeezes it, not breaking the kiss. His hand crawls under her clothes, and her nipple ends up between his fingers. He gradually squeezes it, observing how much he can do it. The girl was taken aback by the sudden pressure. She thought they would talk first, and then gradually everything would turn to action. She was pressed against the wall, immobilized, more from her own confusion. While the guy's hands were groping the girl's delicate body so proprietarily, she couldn't make a sound. But when her nipple came under even stronger pressure from his fingers, she hissed quietly.

-You don't want me right here, do you?

-25 floors. I live on the 20th.

He took her by the hand, leads her to the elevator. While waiting for the elevator, the kisses continue, but more gently now. The elevator arrived, they enter. The guy's finger presses the number 25. They ride. Kisses. The guy's hands explore the girl's body again, grope her ass. Stop on the 25th floor. No people. He leads the girl out of the elevator, hikes up her dress. His fingers touch her pussy, making her cry out. With quick movements, he unbuckles his belt, and his cock bursts out. Enters her.

— Holy shit. Hot, wet, and tight. That much?

He makes a few thrusts and pulls out. The hem slid down a bit onto her ass. Leads the girl back into the elevator. Her look says 'what's happening?'. She hadn't experienced anything like this in a long time, her legs were trembling involuntarily.

-That was an introduction. It'll be more interesting in home conditions. Have you never been fucked in a stairwell?

-What, sorry? In a stairwell? No. I feel awkward in principle right now, especially in a public place. But you know what? I liked it. Can I suck you off right in the elevator? Shall we ride some more?

-You got into the swing of things quickly.

The pressure drop must have made itself felt. Of course he wanted her to suck him off. But then the control would be with her. He didn't want that. He puts his hand on her shoulder, presses slightly. The girl kneels down. He takes out his cock, and her face is in front of him. Her mouth opens, but the guy moves back.

-You don't understand what the hell. Looking up at me like that... How long I've waited for that look.

A light and short, but noticeable slap. Tears of bewilderment in her eyes. He quickly gathers her hair into a bun and starts sliding her mouth onto his cock.

-You wanted it in the elevator. Take it.

Such mixed feelings are churning in the girl's head right now. A shift of emotions from fear and excitement to wild arousal. After the cock was in her mouth, and she felt its size and taste, something clicked and finally broke in her head, namely her conscience. Fear and excitement faded far into the background, and she just stopped giving a fuck. She greedily sucked and smacked her lips, moaning.

-Mmm... Insanely delicious.

The guy barely holds back a groan. A contradiction fights within him. On one hand, he wants to throw his head back and enjoy the blowjob, but at the same time he's going crazy from the sight of her lips with red lipstick wrapped around his cock.

— Okay. Need to get out. I don't care about my reputation, but hers... I don't need my neighbors to see her here with me like this. She's not ready for that yet.

He commanded her to exit the elevator, and she, not even noticing her own obedience, reacted. The elevator stopped, and excitement washed over her again, as if a reboot had happened. She shook herself, straightened her dress, put on a serious face. Disheveled hair and smeared lipstick gave away the reason why everything turned out like this. What next... She was burning all over, and her face was flushed. They entered his apartment. The guy instantly pressed the girl against the wall. His hand goes between her legs. Her lips reach for a kiss, but his lips move aside.

-Sorry, little cocksucker, but you just sucked — he whispers in her ear.

She quickly pulls away.

— Oh, higher powers, how I love watching such a reaction" — he said to himself in his head and watched the expression on the girl's face — "No, I'm not disgusted by kissing, but she doesn't know that. Will she be hurt? Possibly. Or maybe she liked that treatment. In any case, she's already enjoying herself. Look at that... Reaching for a kiss. Okay, let's see what happens.

— Hm... Well, okay. Have it your way. That didn't bother me at all. You don't know me well. I'll show you who I am.

She turned out to be not the timid type either.

-Okay, if you don't want to kiss my lips, don't. I have something else to kiss, and I liked it — she reached her hands towards the guy's crotch and started massaging his hard cock through his pants — Do you want it? Tell me exactly what you want?

— How turned on is she that she swallowed the jab? What else is she capable of?" — the guy smiled predatorily to himself.

-I want to hear the smacking of your lower lips. Legs wider!

The girl quickly spreads her legs and leans her back against the guy's chest. His fingers moving inside her touch her cervix, making the girl's moans echo through the apartment. She impales herself on them completely, soaking them with her juices.

-I want you to show me what you're capable of right now.

-You want my initiative? I'll show you. Sit down and don't move.

She led him by the hand to an armchair, sat him down. Took off her dress and tossed it aside. Without breaking eye contact with the guy, she sat at his feet, pulled down his briefs and pants, started jerking his cock. Then began sucking and licking it, moving to his balls, licking them and sucking gently, nibbling lightly. Watched how good it felt for him, and that spurred her on even more. Then she stood up, kissed him on the neck and ear.

-Do you want me? What else should I do? Any wishes?

-Now it's my turn. Sit, I'll be right back.

The guy went to get a blindfold and tied it over her eyes. Takes her by the hand and leads her to the bedroom.

-For starters...

She felt something soft on her neck and realized it was a collar.

-Now...

Suddenly she felt pressure on her nipples. She cried out.

-Quiet!

A slap on the ass. It was a whip. It wasn't hard, not painful, but added a sharpness. Unexpectedly for the girl... Very pleasant... It arouses her even more. The clamps cause some pain to her nipples, but it's pleasurable.

-Ooh... You're an inventive one. Like being in charge? Just please, nothing excessive, everything within reasonable limits.

-Do you really think you have any say here? — his whisper with a rasp sounded in her ear — And you know, a funny fact: no one knows where those reasonable limits are.

-I don't like... — her words are cut off by a whip strike on her ass.

-Quiet.

-I don't... — another strike, this time on her stomach.

The clamps are ripped off her nipples with a sharp movement. Judging by her reaction, they itch and tingle.

-Hands off!

-I don't... — another whip strike on her nipples, causing a loud cry from the girl.

-Enough, please.

Her body is trembling, and the girl herself is, to put it mildly, in shock. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before.

-Did you bring toys with you? Or do you want to explore my collection? The whip, collar, and clamps are just the prelude. By the way, do you smoke?

-I don't smoke. And I thought you weren't serious about the toys. I don't think I'd want to try your toys after someone else.