Role-playing game with a sexual giant

I met Alik Mamatov online by chance, chatting on a forum dedicated to cars. I wanted to buy one and was choosing a model, and Alik explained in detail the advantages and disadvantages of domestic and foreign auto industries. He even promised to help with the purchase and asked for my email address.

I gave it, but to my surprise, the email that arrived didn't contain a single word about cars. Instead, the car expert talked about himself and asked me rather indiscreet questions. At first, I didn't pay much attention to it and answered his messages rather sluggishly, considering him a bothersome and horny guy expecting,

that he would soon ask for a picture of my naked body, like all the other virtual wankers flooding the internet had done before. How many such idiots are there online? But Alik didn't ask for anything, turning out to be an intellectual and interesting conversationalist who knew how to win people over.

To my surprise, Alik turned out to be a decent poet and sent me inspired poems about nature and the sea, which touchingly moved my sentimental soul with their spontaneity and sincerity.

We talked about all sorts of topics, and after a week we exchanged photos so that, as Alik said, "to imagine who you're talking to."

Looking at the photo, my heart skipped a beat — I've always liked tall, interesting guys like that. Plus, a beautiful foreign car stood behind him, and for some reason, I have a chronic weakness for beautiful cars. Then Alik unexpectedly sent me a test with very frank questions about my sexual preferences and asked me to answer them honestly for myself. There were questions about the number of sexual partners, positions, fantasies…

Basically, everything I hadn't even told my Yurik.

But then… Then I logged in and found about a dozen letters from Alik with poems dedicated to me and requests to meet, and I couldn't resist, I agreed! I agreed, I don't know why, because I have a boyfriend, Yurik, who adores me, but… Anyway, don't ask for a logical justification for my action. Female logic, in general, as my direct boss likes to say about various actions by his subordinates that seem incomprehensible to him. And he says this to both girls and guys, which leads to certain thoughts, but screw the boss — I'll continue the story. Anyway, the cunning seducer convinced me to meet.

After putting on makeup, I wore my favorite, rather revealing top, a skirt, and ran off to meet adventures at a cafe in the city center where my random acquaintance had arranged to meet me. A meeting or a date? What's the difference… As I walked, I caught myself thinking that I wasn't even this nervous rushing to my first meetings with Yurik. And when I sat down at a small plastic table and ordered coffee, I saw HIM entering the cafe with a springy step, and my heart started pounding wildly.

Alik was pleasant, tall, and broad-shouldered, a brunette in a tight-fitting tank top that accentuated his powerful torso. Entering the cafe and seeing me, he smiled broadly, revealing a row of snow-white teeth, and waved a muscular arm, thickly covered with black hair, in greeting. As he made his way to her table, he accidentally bumped the chair of a pretty girl sitting waiting for her order. The girl turned around, and Alik, breaking into a charming smile, said a few words to her, probably apologizing, and the girl smiled coquettishly in response, adjusting her lush hair. Then she watched him with interest, and that look stung me unpleasantly. I know well what such languid looks from tipsy girls mean, and to my surprise, I felt something akin to jealousy.

 — Hi Marina! — he greeted, sitting down opposite and smiling dazzlingly, showing his even row of teeth.

I wanted to answer, but looking into his eyes, I simply dissolved in those large, black, and slightly sad eyes with long lashes, as if they were false, and, flustered, I turned away and blushed like a schoolgirl.

 — Hi Marina — he repeated

 — Hi Alik — I finally managed to squeeze out and again attempted to look into the young man's bottomless eyes, again unsuccessfully. He, as if understanding Marina's confusion, put on dark glasses.

 — You're even better in person than in the photo. — he said

 — You too: — starting to gather my thoughts, I replied

 — Champagne to celebrate our meeting? — asked Alik, as if sensing the growing awkwardness, and called over a young waiter. I nodded.

After a few sips of champagne, which caused a slight dizziness in my head, I asked, looking at Alik's huge hand.

 — Do you work out? Big muscles:

 — Yes — he answered:

 — My brother has a sports club. So I use it for free: Have to keep in shape. But you have a great figure! Not skinny — I don't like skinny ones. I couldn't hide a smug smile and once again lowered my eyes

 — Great juicy ass, big breasts, and full, sugary lips — he continued, covering my involuntarily trembling palms with his large hand and added:

 — I imagined you naked and lost my head back when you first sent me your photo. Now that we've seen each other, let's agree on the confidentiality of our future meetings. After all, we liked each other, right?

I shrugged vaguely, taking a sip of the fizzing champagne.

 — You'll like me even more when it comes down to it: But only you and I will know about our meeting. You have a boyfriend who doesn't like you to fantasize, and I have a fiancée who completely rejects role-playing games, but I love them. We can meet at my dacha or at your place, for example:

 — No. Definitely not at my place! — I perked up, slightly stunned by Alik's haste and imagining my jealous Yurik catching us together: Horrible!!!

 — So, my dacha it is. Well, shall we try? With these words, he took off his glasses and looked straight into my eyes with his black ones, and I once again drowned in that abyss. I choked, as if sucked into a giant whirlpool.

 — Yes: — I answered after a slight hesitation, subconsciously feeling that I wouldn't be able to refuse this pushy guy anything.

The figure of my Yurik appeared before my eyes, but I decisively shook my head and banished the image of my man, whom I had been with for four years.

 — You won't regret it. I'm sure we're a good match and will give each other pleasure: It'll just be a game! By the way, my penis is twenty-seven centimeters long and six in diameter, you do like big sizes. Not every condom fits. And it can stay hard all night. You'll be satisfied. Plus, as I understood from our online chats, you have a rich imagination, won't be bored — Alik said, breathing hotly in my face and his eyes shining. The remnants of Yurik's face in my consciousness after these words rapidly melted away, as did the pangs of conscience, by the way:

 — Oh wow! You're a sexual giant! — I replied smiling, feeling I was getting a bit drunk.

Alik smirked smugly and, continuing to stroke my hand, which was covered in goosebumps, went on:

 — It will look perfect next to your breasts. They're a size four, right? Can I see? And without waiting for an answer, he reached his hand toward me, pulled down the collar of my top a bit, and looked at my breasts, which I slightly thrust forward. What can you do? A girl always wants to be liked! Even if she's not a size four, but a three: Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the same girl Alik had accidentally bumped was watching this, and as if in retaliation for her lustful look, I leaned forward so Alik could get a better look at my charms. After all, I thought, why should I be shy? I've gone topless on the beach and it was fine… It just got a bit hot from the predatory looks of men:

Meanwhile, Alik's agile hand deftly slipped under the collar of my top and slid between the lacy bra and the tender skin of my right breast. I involuntarily shuddered from the touch of this warm palm to my nipple, which rapidly hardened, and the strong, pleasant palm, after kneading it a bit, swiftly slipped out of the bra.

 — Well, okay: So what do I have to do? — I asked playfully, finishing the champagne.

 — Nothing, just obey me and that's it. Now we're going to my place: — with these words, he grabbed me by the hand and dragged me toward the exit. I could barely keep up, running in high heels behind Alik. Outside, Alik grabbed my butt instead of my waist and led me to the road. You could say he dragged me. Out of the corner of my eye, I again noticed that girl looking at us in surprise from the cafe window.

 — Where are we going, Alik? — I asked, trying not to sway my butt and wanting to get off the lit street as quickly as possible. What if someone I know sees me, a bit tipsy, walking with a Caucasian guy who's shamelessly groping my ass? No way!!! Yurik's full, displeased face started haunting me again. Quicker to where it's dark! Quicker!!!

 — Now we'll play prostitute and client. You'll stand by the road and act like a cheap whore. I'll catch a taxi on the next street and drive up to you. I'll negotiate with you for the night for three hundred rubles and take you to do what I did virtually with you. — Alik whispered in my ear

 — Why so cheap? Three hundred rubles? — I asked, surprised, looking around

 — You're acting like a cheap whore. First, I'll offer you a hundred, you have to play along and we'll haggle: I'm going to catch a taxi. Stand here! And take off your bra to better fit the role. — Alik replied, again putting his cold fingers under my top and deftly pulling off my lacy bra.

 — Careful, you'll tear it! It cost fifteen hundred. How many times at three hundred do I have to get paid? — I exclaimed, freeing my arms from the straps and blushing a bit at the thought that Alik was seeing my bare breasts again.

Alik smiled mysteriously, stuffed the lacy underwear into my own bag, and quickly walked away, lighting a cigarette as he went. And I, shivering slightly, started strolling along the road, feeling my breasts, freed from the bra's confines, bounce with every step.

Suddenly, tires rustled and a black Mercedes pulled up. I hurried toward it, seductively swaying my hips, and leaned toward the tinted driver's window, watching in its reflection my barely covered breasts with nipples protruding from the cold through the top.

The door opened, and an unfamiliar face looked at me — a smiling, short-haired middle-aged man with an authoritative expression.

 — Hey, baby. New here? Working? Me and the guys are going to the bathhouse, three of us. Keep us company for about three hours? We'll agree on the price: — he asked smiling, taking a drag from his cigarette

Peering into the semi-darkness of the car, I saw with horror two more brutish guys with similar faces

 — No, no. Sorry! — I said quickly, stepping away from the car.

The Mercedes moved after me

 — Why the act? We'll pay ten grand: — the short-haired one continued

 — No, no: — I said, walking deeper into the unlit street.

The man opened the door and followed me.

 — I don't like being refused: Why are you acting up, how do you treat a client, why won't you service??? Who do you work for, you slut? Who's your pimp? Or are you working solo without protection? Haven't seen you before, something's off: — he growled, painfully grabbing my shoulders and stopping me.

 — Yes, a pimp: Sorry, I'm new here, and there are three of you. If you were alone, I'd please you. Even for free. Come back tomorrow. — I said without hesitation, looking straight into the man's eyes and slightly lifting my breasts with my palms. Later, I recalled this moment and wondered why I did that? Maybe the champagne gave me courage? I don't know…

But a wide smile appeared on the man's fierce mug, and he grumbled.

 — Okay, baby. I'll come to you tomorrow at seven. Wait… — he said more softly and added:

 — My name's Igor Samarsky, by the way. I protect your pimp. If anyone bothers you — call:

And he handed me a business card, patted me on the breast, walked back to his gleaming Mercedes, and quickly drove off, honking goodbye.

He had barely left when a Lada "Ten" with a taxi sign pulled up honking, and this time a familiar hairy, muscular arm stuck out the window.

I thrust out my chest and cautiously walked toward it. The window opened slightly, and Alik looked out, beckoning me with his hand, saying for some reason with an accent:

 — Hey: Come here, quick!

I, slightly surprised by the accent, slowly approached and, bending down, looked in the window, seeing a young, fair-haired taxi driver at the wheel.

 — Hello, boys! What can I do for you? Discounts today:

 — You give good blowjobs? — asked Alik, sitting in the back seat

 — No one's complained. The three before you, you saw them in the Mercedes — they left satisfied — I cooed, starting to enjoy this unusual game

 — Show your tits — Alik grunted in response

After a slight hesitation, I lifted my top, and in the dim light of the streetlamp, my slightly chilled breasts swayed.

 — You do anal? — asked Alik, not taking his eyes off my charms

 — I do the full program: My pimp Baton says we must fully fulfill the client's wishes — I purred, swaying my bare breasts from side to side.

 — Get in. Three hundred rubles and I fuck all your holes — Alik offered, swinging the door open

 — That's a bit low!

 — Show me what you can do — I'll pay extra! Get in!

I got into the back seat, and the taxi sped toward the city outskirts. On the way, Alik pushed my head toward his crotch, and my nose bumped into a large bulge in his jeans. I wanted to bite that bulge, why — I don't know, but