Her panties were lying in a messy ball under the headboard of the bed, carefully hiding from prying eyes. Someone less attentive wouldn’t even have noticed such a piquant detail, but my eye was too sharp. Dark blue, with a neat edge of lace fabric around the edges. An innocent pink bow added to them some special charm, cuteness, which finally freed the underwear from vulgarity, unequivocally confirming that they were created for beauty, not for seduction.
The warm light of the setting sun flooded the room through the panoramic window, adding orange hues to the atmosphere. Light wallpaper, a peach-covered bed, and an elongated oval full-length mirror at the entrance. And there was a desk where a young girl was sitting, diligently solving an equation in a thick notebook. A very young, freshman student bit her plump lip, sweetly furrowing her eyebrows.
— Nothing fits together again! I’m already tired of starting over,” the girl sighed.
I started up, came a little closer, looking at the notebook over her shoulder. Indeed, the smooth lines of calculations began to get lost towards the end, getting entangled in incorrect calculations. I shook my head, and then I clapped the mathematical talent on the shoulder encouragingly, blessing him for another approach. The girl sighed heavily, but did not argue. She turned the page of her notebook, consulted her textbook, and scratched her pen as she rewrote the original condition.
For the past six months, I had been working as a tutor in this family, unsuccessfully trying to put at least a drop of “technical” knowledge into this charming head. To be honest, there was absolutely no potential in it — some people are simply born without the ability to work with precise values. Polina was not stupid, desperately stupid, she just remained a humanitarian to the core. We both understood this, but her father— Andrei Viktorovich— was an authoritarian tyrant with his vision of the world, a bottomless purse and the desire to raise a real genius out of his daughter. The man didn’t skimp on paying for our classes, so I kept coming, torturing his daughter twice a week.
Although, to tell the truth, generous payments were not the only reason for the visits. Andrey Viktorovich’s daughter, although not fully mature, already possessed seductive forms that excited the eye. Her long black hair fell in a flowing wave below her shoulder blades, her well-bred face attracted her with the depth of her green eyes, and her impressive breasts beckoned with elasticity. At home, Polina preferred to wear short, open dresses, well-fitting a chiseled figure and pleasing the eye with a deep neckline. I was pleased to think that the young princess was specially choosing more revealing outfits for my arrival, although I had never received any clearer hints from her.
“How are things going here?” — A clear voice was heard.
The hostess of the house, Tatiana Sergeevna, entered the room, disturbing the working atmosphere.
“Everything’s fine,— I smiled. — Polina has made significant progress.
— It’s so cool, the teachers at the university told us that she was completely uneducated, how good, we were so lucky to meet you, Denis.
Polina’s mother happily clapped her hands, causing her voluminous breasts to shake. The tight-fitting blouse did not hide at all, but rather emphasized the seductive curves of a mature woman, arousing desire. Andrey’s wife kept herself in great shape, even after forty, remaining a seductive beauty. Unable to resist, I glanced down, admiring the rounded ass, which was so sexy in a short skirt. Mother and daughter looked like two drops of water, except that the hair color was different, Tatiana was brown-haired. As far as I knew, the woman had given birth to her in her first marriage, before meeting her second husband, but Andrei Viktorovich doted on the pupil, treating her like his own. Their family looked absolutely happy, an ideal unit of society. At least from the outside…
“Denis, stay a little longer,” Andrey said softly to me, putting a heavy hand on my shoulder.
The paid three hours had long passed, I even managed to drink tea with the hospitable hosts and was already getting ready to go home when the head of the family showed a sudden interest. To tell the truth, heart-to-heart conversations were not included in my price list, but the man was such a generous and reliable client that an exception could be made for him. What makes me think he’d want to open up?
Andrei Viktorovich’s gaze was too thoughtful, looking somewhere far away in the past, all evening. He looked with some special sadness at his wife, who literally did not leave my side all evening, now pouring another cup of tea, now casually touching her huge breasts. I think now Andrey Viktorovich will want to make a remark to me on the topic of flirting with his wife, or even end our business relationship altogether. It’s a pity, I’ll miss his money.
“I want to ask you a favor,— Andrei said weightily, closing the door to the office behind us.
The man went to his desk, sat down heavily in a chair that creaked pitifully and folded his hands in front of him. He was no longer young, but he still retained impressive muscles that had not swollen with age. His hair was covered with noble silver gray, protecting the owner from unsightly baldness.
Even at home, Andrey preferred to stay in his shirt and trousers, only occasionally breaking away from work. Even now, his phone gave out a cheeky trill, but the man brushed off the call without looking, putting the expensive device away. Andrey seemed to be a successful businessman, so I was just wondering what else such a powerful man could ask of a simple teacher.
“I want you to have sex with my wife, Tatiana,” he suddenly blurted out, looking straight into my eyes.
It became damn difficult to keep a calm face. I shuddered, almost choked on my own saliva, and tensed up incredibly. A similar dialogue could happen in porn, at the very least in a cheap movie that does not pretend to have a deep meaning. But certainly not in a fashionable apartment near the center of Moscow, in the company of a reputable tycoon. Andrey Viktorovich made a significant part of his fortune in the dashing nineties, some were even afraid to breathe in his presence. A wrong word in his company could end very sadly for a talker, I was not too lazy to make inquiries before agreeing to work with his daughter.
“Excuse me?” — that’s all my mind could give out, feverishly considering what I had heard.
“You see, it’s a bit difficult here,” Andrei said heavily, leaning back in his chair. — Either old age, or stress… in short, for the second month I have not been able to fuck Tanya properly. She’s already exhausted, and she’s about to jump to the left. He’s looking at you like a cat looking at sour cream. She’s only afraid for now, but she can’t hold out for long, and she’ll definitely go wild. So it’s better with my knowledge than to find some bastard who will try to pull my money through her.
“Even if I agreed.” What if she doesn’t want to? I said.
The first timidity gradually began to fade, giving way to hope. Of course, this story has always seemed too fantastic to me, but among tutors, home coaches and other “freelancers” there were often rumors about such a thing. A rich older man gets a young wife as an ornament, and then buys a lover for her so that a bored lady does not squander the family budget and, moreover, does not disgrace her husband with casual affairs. The rich jealously guarded their reputations, preferring not to take the trash out of the hut. I looked at Andrey with increasing interest, and he smiled sadly, turning the laptop screen towards me.
— You don’t know Tanya at all, especially what she was like just a couple of years ago.
The man clicked the space bar, starting the video recording. The screen blinked, revealing a candid picture. Tatiana Alexandrovna was standing right in the center of the huge bed in a knee-elbow position. Her legs were spread wide, her long hair, which had not yet been trimmed as it was now, was moist, and her face expressed sincere pleasure. The woman was completely naked, sweaty and flushed. There were several used condoms lying on the sheet around her, a bottle of lubricant on the right, and a vibrator stained with secretions on the left.
— Well, slut, shall we have some fun? — Andrey’s voice came from the speaker.
- yes! God, don’t stop!!! Tatiana echoed him, shuddering from the intrusion of a penis into her pussy.
The big guy fell in behind her, slamming the gun into the wet cave. The woman rolled her eyes in pleasure, a moan full of lustful lust escaped her lips. She leaned forward to meet the weapon boring into her, trying to feel it as deeply as possible inside her. Even through the screen, she could feel the desire that had seized her, a wild, animal passion that demanded the most natural way out through orgasm.
— We shot this video right in her ex-hubby’s bedroom, as a farewell card. That was five years ago, when Tanya came to work for me as a secretary… fucked her every day, and then decided to get married, stole her from this deer. Until the last moment, he did not suspect how his wife, without an education, managed to get a job at a cool company, and also began to receive ten times more than himself.
Tatiana in the video began to moan even louder, feeling the head of the penis slide over her ass. She impatiently tried to impale herself on him, but Andrey, mocking, evaded her attempts, teasing her swollen clitoris with light touches.
The woman was already exhausted, she began to bite her lip with desire, trembling with passion. With one hand she kneaded her breasts, twisting her hardened nipple, with the other she rubbed her hungry pussy. Her hot cheek rested against the pillow, her gaze was clouded by a veil of lust, the tip of her tongue stuck out, licking her lips.
“Come on, ask me properly,” the lover said, pointing his penis directly at the entrance to the vagina. — Just keep in mind, today I want to fuck you without a rubber band. Either that, or get high on your own.