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.

Zhenya pulled away from her and looked into her eyes, full of desire. He saw in them a willingness for the craziest act of passion. He kissed her gently, and then slowly inserted one finger into her wet cave. The girl flinched, but did not push him away.

He added a second finger, then a third. Her cunt clenched around his hand, as if trying to devour her whole. Zhenya moved slowly and confidently, stretching her delicate walls. The girl moaned louder and louder, her body writhing in time with his movements.

Zhenya fucked a girl with his hand on the first date.

Moreover, the hand entered her up to the elbow, causing the girl a sea of sweet moans. It was obvious that Irina was not getting any discomfort from this at all, only pleasure.

Zhenya felt her vagina getting more slippery and hot. He kept moving until he felt her begin to approach orgasm. Her moans turned into screams, and her body convulsed.

When she reached the peak, Zhenya stopped and pulled out his hand. Irina lay panting, her eyes half-closed with pleasure. She looked at him gratefully.

"You... you're incredible," she whispered.

Zhenya smiled. "I know," he replied.

They lay together, hugging each other, until their breathing calmed down. Then Zhenya kissed her again, and their passion flared up with renewed vigor.

But now they had switched places, now Zhenya was lying on his stomach with his ass held high, and Irina was licking his anal hole, simultaneously fucking him with two fingers.

Her tongue was so wet and hot.

The girl pushed her saliva into Zhenya's ass with her thin fingers, thereby lubricating it well.

Zhenya's penis dangled between her legs, and Irina periodically masturbated it. The guy felt well how Irina gently caressed his prostate with her fingers.

Zhenya groaned with pleasure, his body trembled. He felt like Irina was pushing him to the edge with her perseverance and skill. His mind went blank, he could only feel her touch, her hot breath on his skin.

Irina did not loosen her grip, continuing to caress his body. She knew how to give him maximum pleasure, and enjoyed his reaction. Her fingers moved faster and faster, her tongue became more insistent.

Zhenya felt the approach of orgasm. He clutched the sheets beneath him, trying to keep himself on edge. But Irina didn't give him a chance. She continued caressing him until he erupted in ecstasy.

With an incredible movement, Irina ducked under Zhenya and his cock immediately covered her mouth, which began to collect all the sperm, which was very much.

The girl collected every drop, and then got out from under Zhenya, approached his face and kissed him.

A huge stream of his own sperm gushed into Zhenya's mouth, and with it Irina's skillful tongue slipped into her mouth.

The kiss was long and sensual. Zhenya could feel the taste of his own semen filling his mouth, mixing with Irina's taste. He returned her kiss with the same passion, wrapping his arms around her waist. When they finally pulled away from each other, they were both breathing heavily.

Irina smiled at her Wife, her eyes shining with pleasure. She ran her finger over his lips, collecting the remnants of cum. "You were great," she whispered.

Zhenya pulled her to him and kissed her again. He felt incredibly aroused and satisfied. He couldn't believe that this woman was next to him. She was so beautiful, so sensual, so brave. He wanted to spend every minute of his life with her.

They lay together, hugging, enjoying the moment. The silence was filled only with their rapid breathing and pounding hearts. They knew that this was just the beginning of their journey together. There were many more nights of passion and love ahead of them.

Soon, they were locked in an embrace again, their bodies entwined in a dance of desire. They explored each other, enjoying every touch, every kiss. It was going to be a long and unforgettable night.

That night, Zhenya came several more times, and Irina seemed to cum non-stop. They tried different poses, Zhenya fucked Irina in the ass several times, leading the girl to delight. His palms had also been inside the girl more than once, now Zhenya knew very well how Irina worked inside and which point to press so that Irina would immediately have an orgasm.

They woke up late in the morning, but it was a day off and there was no hurry.

In the rays of the morning sun that penetrated through the loosely drawn curtains, their bodies seemed even more naked and defenseless. Zhenya gently ran his hand over Irina's back, feeling her shudder at his touch. They exchanged sleepy smiles, and Irina snuggled up to him, enjoying the warmth of his body.

Stretching lazily, Irina got out of bed and headed for the shower. Zhenya followed her, and soon their bodies were entwined again under the jets of hot water. They kissed, laughed and played, forgetting about everything in the world.

After the shower, they went out to the kitchen, where they made themselves a simple breakfast. They ate in silence, enjoying each other's company and the quiet of the morning.

Then Zhenya went home, but they agreed to meet as often as possible.

Irina, on the other hand, went to write a report to her mistress. She described everything in great detail, without hiding anything, and received a reply from the mistress: "Fine, Irina. You're acting exactly as I expected. Keep up the good work, and your reward will not be long in coming. I think we've found exactly who we were looking for."

Zhenya and Irina have been dating for two weeks now. Each of their meetings ended with rough sex. During this time, a strap-on for Zhenya has also firmly taken its place in their relationship. This petite girl fucked a guy with all her passion and did not feel sorry for him at all, she liked to rape him.

Zhenya, on the other hand, experienced the strongest anal orgasms, which he had never even suspected before.

He moaned so loudly and sweetly that it seemed like he was the girl himself.

Irina liked it very much and she tried her best.

This went on for two weeks.

Unexpectedly, one evening Irina received a letter from her mistress.

She was writing.

- I believe that your relationship needs to be raised to a new level of trust.

- You need to understand how much Zhenya trusts you.

- I want you to take pictures of your sex, uncut. So that all the details and Zhenya's face are visible on them. I want to see you fucking him in the ass and how he cums from it.

- If he refuses to take such pictures, then consider that you have broken up.

Irina wasn't upset much, she understood that this was an ultimatum and she wouldn't dare disobey, but she didn't want to lose touch with Zhenya either.

Zhenya saw her upset and of course asked what happened? Irina told him everything.

Zhenya thought about it, but it seemed to him that a fully erect penis made the decision for him this time.

The idea of opening up completely to someone else and unfamiliar seemed so exciting to him that he couldn't pull himself together. And he agreed, realizing that he was compromising himself.

Irina did not believe his words, she seemed happy.

"Yes, we'll do it," she said, and kissed Zhenya passionately and dirty.

- We will do it as dirty and vulgar as possible, so that the mistress will definitely like it.

In the late afternoon, preparations began.

A soft blanket was spread out in the center of the room and a camera was installed that took pictures in automatic mode.

Zhenya very carefully removed all the hairs from his smooth body.

Irina, of course, made up for him, especially for these shootings. She made up his lips with bright lipstick, made up his eyes.

The blush on her cheeks, barely noticeable, gave her face freshness, youthful enthusiasm. Zhenya, usually modest and quiet, has transformed beyond recognition.

Irina also used lipstick to make Zhenya's nipples very noticeable, which made him horny and they started sticking out.

Irina smiled at his reflection. "Well, do you like it?" "What is it?" she asked, narrowing her eyes slyly. Zhenya nodded, without taking his eyes off his new image. He could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks and his heart starting to beat faster.

"That's not all," the girl said, and took out a white set of lingerie, stockings, a garter belt, and high-heeled shoes.

"Put this on and you'll become a real bitch to be fucked in front of the camera," Irina said and handed Zhenya's things.

Zhenya froze, looking at the arsenal of temptation in front of him. A thought flashed through his mind about the limits of what was allowed, about how far he was ready to go in this game. But curiosity and the burning fire of desire inside overcame doubts. He took the lace bra from Irina's hands, feeling the silk caress his fingers.

"Help?" Irina whispered, moving closer to him. She deftly fastened the bra on his back, pulling up the straps and forming a seductive silhouette. Then, like an artist, she began to pull stockings on him, securing them with garters on a lace belt.

Zhenya looked at his reflection in the mirror and did not recognize himself. There was excitement and defiance in his eyes. He felt vulnerable and incredibly attractive at the same time. Irina put high-heeled shoes on him, and he swayed and grabbed her shoulders.

"You're beautiful," Irina whispered, hugging him from behind and kissing his neck. "Now you're ready for your role."

The guy was standing in front of the mirror and looking at his reflection, in front of him was a sexy girl with a dick between her legs. His ponytail of hair on his head also looked very organic, emphasizing his feminine image.

"Remember, confidence is the key to success," Irina instructed, fixing his makeup. "You have to believe that you are who you pretend to be."

Zhenya took a deep breath, trying to stop his knees from shaking. He looked at himself in the mirror, trying to see in the reflection the woman he was going to become. And suddenly, as if by magic, he felt his inner state changing. Excitement and challenge turned into excitement and anticipation.

At Irina's command, his wife positioned himself in the center of the plaid and began to take provocative vulgar poses while Irina was photographing him.

Here Zhenya was sucking his finger, opening his mouth invitingly, here he was lying on his back with his legs wide apart, showing his excited penis, and a minute later he was standing with cancer, his ass high up and his back bent like a cat. Irina especially liked this pose and asked her to repeat it until she got a very hot shot.

The camera clicked, capturing his every gesture, every curve of his body. Zhenya felt both embarrassed and relieved. It was as if he was shedding his old skin, exposing a new, bold and daring essence. He was no longer shy Zhenya, he was who he wanted to be --desirable, sexy, confident.

Then Irina fixed the camera and joined the show herself.

Zhenya was also surprised by the size of the strap-on, this time it turned out to be larger than usual.

And when she began to slowly enter his narrow little anal hole, Zhenya began to experience a range of new pleasures. He felt every millimeter of this toy, every wreath on its large trunk.

He moaned like a slut, completely getting into this role.

Irina was smiling contentedly, watching Zhenya's reaction. She loved seeing him open up, how the boundaries of his pleasure expanded. Every moan, every movement of his body was a signal to her that she was doing everything right.

Zhenya was sitting on this strap-on himself, tears were running down his cheeks, smearing his makeup.

Then he lay on his back, and Irina continued to hammer his hole, she saw that he was going to cum soon.

The girl turned Zhenya so that his face was facing the camera and said, "Tell the mistress who you are, slut."

Zhenya's voice was trembling, and the words came out with difficulty, interspersed with moans. "I'm... I'm a slut, I'm a cocksucker, I'm a faggot who loves anal sex, my anal hole is for dicks only," he croaked, looking straight at the camera. Irina nodded contentedly, pushing him harder with her hips.

She bit his ear, whispering, "More, tell me more how you like being used." Zhenya moaned louder, his body convulsed, but he obeyed. The words full of humiliation and lust kept coming out of his throat, each one hurting him and arousing him at the same time.

Irina released him, letting him collapse to the floor, breathing heavily. She was looking down at him with a triumphant smile on her face. "Good boy," she purred, "you deserve a reward."

From her words, Zhenya began to cum profusely, pouring sperm on his chest and dirtying the lace bra that Irina had put on him.

The makeup on his face finally flowed, making Zhenya look like a prostitute, but Irina was pleased, because the camera caught great pictures that the mistress would definitely like. The final video with Zhenya's orgasm and his confession was generally a masterpiece.

After Zhenya's orgasm, it was time for Irina to have an orgasm and they switched places. Now the girl was a dirty whore, she scolded herself, demanded to be called a slut, it was humiliation during sex that brought her the strongest orgasm.

Zhenya fucked her non-stop in the ass, then with his hand in her pussy.

Irina moaned, scratched her Wife's back, arched in an unnatural position, wanting even more humiliation, more pain, more pleasure. She whispered dirty words, asked him to be tougher, to hurt her, to turn her into a real whore. Zhenya couldn't hold back, he fulfilled all her desires, roughly fucked her, beat her buttocks, pulled her hair.

When the orgasm reached its peak, Irina screamed at the top of her voice, her body convulsed. Zhenya continued to move until he felt a wave of pleasure wash over him.

Both fell to the floor, exhausted, trying to catch their breath. Irina looked at Zhenya and smiled.

After finishing filming, Irina and Zhenya were silent for a long time, digesting what had happened. There was a mixture of excitement, shame, and relief in the room. They knew that they would never forget that night, the night when they allowed themselves to be themselves, without masks and pretense.

The video footage turned out to be really hot.

He and Irina fucked so much and often that Zhenya now made all decisions only with a dick instead of a head.

When Zhenya sent the pictures to Irina's mistress, he realized how deeply he had gotten into this debauchery, now there was no turning back, only forward, and he wanted to go through this process with Irina.

It was late in the evening when they received a new letter from the mistress.

She wrote that she was very pleased with them, especially Zhenya, and from that day on she would also consider him her slave. It was a slave, because the mistress realized that for Zhenya, a passive role in sex is the most desirable.

My wife felt hot. A slave... He'd never thought of himself that way, but something inside him fluttered at the thought. It was humiliating and exciting at the same time. He looked at Irina, who was smiling as she read the letter. There was anticipation in her eyes.

"What do you say, slave?" She whispered, running her finger along his cheek. Zhenya swallowed his saliva. He nodded, unable to speak. Irina pulled him to her and kissed him passionately.

Now we're in the same boat, and I'm going to show you my world in all its glory. Now you will definitely have no shortage of sex.

Zhenya did not attach much importance to these words, but as it turned out, it was in vain.

Within a couple of days, he received assignments for himself personally from the mistress.

The task was simple, to go to the specified address and pick up the parcel for Irina.

At the appointed time, Zhenya was at the specified address and rang the doorbell of an apartment unknown to him.

The door was opened by a man in his 40s.

"Are you Zhenya?" he asked.

"Yes," the guy replied.

"Then come in."

Zhenya entered the apartment of an unknown man.

"I was told to pick up a package for Irina," he said.

- That's right, now you will receive the package, and now undress, whore.

Zhenya froze. How do you undress?

- Well, did the faggot freeze up? -- said the man and opened his robe showing a big dick.

Zhenya realized that he was in a big mess, but there was nothing he could do, because he had sent all the dirt on himself.

Naughty fingers began to take off his clothes and a minute later he was completely naked in front of the man.

Zhenya understood without words what was required of him, he got down on his knees and began sucking the big cock of the man he saw for the first time in his life.

The man's cock was big and hard, and Zhenya could feel his throat starting to hurt. He tried to do everything to please the stranger, hoping that it would end soon.

The man was making loud moans, holding Zhenya's head and guiding his movements. Zhenya felt humiliated and helpless, but he understood that he was now completely at the mercy of this man.

Then the man turned Zhenya around, and without ceremony began to fuck him in the ass, the only good thing was that Zhenya's ass was constantly lubricated.

Fragments of thoughts flashed through my head, memories of my past life, of my home, of my family. He thought about how he ended up here, in this humiliating situation, and how he wanted it to end as soon as possible.

But the man did not stop, his movements became more and more violent and unrestrained. Zhenya felt that he was losing control of himself, weakness seized his body, and lust began to appear in his eyes.

Yesterday he was straight, and now he's being fucked by a man.

And what scared him the most was that he wanted to be fucked in the ass.

His mind was torn between horror and some strange, hitherto unknown delight. He tried to push the thought away from him, but his body, betraying him, responded to every thrust with a wave of pleasure. He bit his lip to stifle a groan, but it was useless. The sound came out, soft and muffled, but loud enough for the man to hear it.

The man grinned and, leaning over to his Wife, whispered in his ear: "Don't hold back, give free rein to your desires." Zhenya flinched at these words, as if he had been electrocuted. He looked into the man's eyes and saw only lust and some strange satisfaction in them. He turned away, unable to hold that gaze.

His body was on fire, every cell demanding more. He couldn't resist anymore. He surrendered, completely at the mercy of his desires. The moans came out of his chest louder and louder, mixing with the man's hoarse sighs. He felt like he was losing himself, like he was dissolving into this crazy dance of bodies.

And at that moment, he realized that he no longer wanted to be who he was before. He wanted to be here and now, in the arms of this man, feeling his strength and power over himself.

Anal orgasm covered Zhenya with his head and at the same minute the man violently began pumping burning sperm into his ass.

Mmm, ah... the boy moaned loudly, I feel like his guts are filled with a huge amount of sperm.

A wave of pleasure swept through Zhenya's entire body, knocking the last of the air out of her lungs. He clung to the man's shoulders with his fingers, feeling his own legs tremble. There was not a single thought in my head, only an all-consuming sweetness and a desire that seemed to never subside.

When the man finally stopped, Zhenya lay for a few more moments, breathing heavily, unable to move. He felt empty and filled at the same time. Warmth pulsed inside, reminding her of what had happened.

Slowly, as if in a daze, he began to come back to reality. He opened his eyes and saw a man's face above him, covered in sweat, with a half-smile on his lips. There was satisfaction and tenderness in his eyes.

Zhenya smiled weakly in response, feeling his cheeks flush. He turned away, hiding his embarrassment, but he didn't regret anything. It was a new experience, a new world of sensations that opened up to him today. A world in which he no longer wanted to be the same.

"Well, you've received a package for Irina," the man said, and sealed Zhenya's ass with a large butt plug.

- The mistress said that Irina will have to swallow all this cum from your ass, so don't spill it carefully.

Zhenya slowly got up on his trembling legs, got dressed and left the apartment. He took his time carrying a package for Irina in his ass.

Outside, Zhenya felt strangely light-headed. It was as if a heavy weight that he had been carrying for years had suddenly disappeared. He no longer felt trapped in a cage of his own complexes and fears. The world seemed brighter, the sounds louder, the smells richer.

He walked down the street, trying not to attract attention. Thoughts swarmed in my head, interrupting each other. He was thinking about Irina, about her reaction to the "package."

He was sure of one thing, Irina would like the package.

Irina greeted Zhenya warmly at home and asked about the package. Did you manage to receive it?

Without much embarrassment, Zhenya replied that everything was fine and he had received the parcel.

"Where is she?" Irina asked.

"You'll never guess," Zhenya decided to joke a little.

Then, right in front of Irina, he began to strip naked. The girl looked at him very interested, and when he turned his ass to her and showed her a plug in the form of an anal plug with a red Ruby, she understood everything.

"And that's all for me?" "What is it?" she asked, clapping her small hands.

"Yes," Zhenya replied.

"Wow, my breadwinner," the girl said, and immediately lay down on the floor with her mouth wide open.

"Give me everything," she demanded.

Zhenya pulled out the anal plug and immediately began to push, pushing the sperm out of his ass right into Irina's mouth.

Irina gulped greedily, her eyes shining with anticipation. Zhenya tried his best, feeling the tension leave his body. He knew it was an unusual gift, but that was what made it special to Irina. She loved surprises, especially those... juicy ones.

When the last drop reached the target, Irina blissfully exhaled and licked her lips. "That was amazing!" she whispered, getting up from the floor. Zhenya smiled, looking at her pleased face. He knew he was in trouble.

"I'm so glad I have you," Irina said, hugging him. "You always know how to surprise me." She kissed him, and that kiss was full of gratitude and passion.

That evening, they decided that it was time to start living together in Irina's apartment.

Zhenya told his parents that he had finally found a girl and was moving in with her. The parents were very happy, because it was really their son's first serious relationship.

Irina also told her friends that her boyfriend would live with her and now they have officially become a couple for everyone.

However, the first person who made this decision for them, of course, was the mistress. She decided that her slaves didn't need to meet 2-3 times a week if they could fuck each other every day.

The move was surprisingly easy. Zhenya quickly got used to the new environment, and Irina was pleased to see how his things took their place in her house. They cooked dinner together, watched movies and just enjoyed each other's company.

Zhenya's parents came to visit and were delighted with Irina. They saw in her an intelligent, beautiful and caring girl who really loves their son. Irina, in turn, immediately found a common language with Zhenya's parents, charming them with her sense of humor and sincerity.

Madam, she just grinned as she read their detailed reports. She saw their bond blossoming, and it amused her. She loved watching her slaves find happiness in each other, because it made them even more submissive and devoted to her. She knew that their relationship was just a game, and she would always control its rules.

The mistress was amused by their relationship and she continued to give them tasks. Literally the next day after Irina introduced Zhenya to her parents, she received the following assignment.

- Today, whore, it's your turn to pick up a package for your boyfriend. If you go to this address, they'll be waiting to fuck you there. You will make a detailed photo report and show it to your boyfriend, let him also take away how his beauty is fucked. It's time for him to get used to it, he needs to know that you belong to the mistress and only she decides who you fuck with.

"I understand everything, mistress," Irina replied. Then she showed this letter to Zhenya and said, "I'll come in the evening with a surprise, wait and winked playfully.

Zhenya understood that all this was not right, but he was already addicted to this lust himself, and from Irina's words, to his shame, he became aroused.

His modest girl made herself very vulgar makeup, which made her look like a prostitute, put on her most revealing dress and rushed off to meet adventures, and Zhenya stayed at home waiting for her.

It was already evening when Irina returned home. She was a little drunk and it was obvious from her pleased face that she had been fucked well.

"Well, come on in and tell me," Zhenya said, seeing his girlfriend looking pleased.

Irina went into the room and took off her raincoat. To Zhenya's surprise, there were no clothes under it, Irina was completely naked, and there were finger marks and small bruises all over her charming petite body.

"Yeah," Zhenya drawled.

"Don't tell me," Irina answered him and began to tell him.

- I arrived at the address, and there turned out to be an old brothel. It was closed because the local prostitutes were celebrating a birthday, so I was their sex toy and they were having fun with me.

Irina was talking, and Zhenya was looking at the pictures on her phone.

"They fucked me all over the place," she continued.

- I moaned so much and came so many times that it hasn't been like this for a long time.

Zhenya looked up from the phone and looked at Irina, who was already sitting naked on the sofa, crossing her legs. The traces of passion were still red on her skin.

- I was completely available to them and had no right to say no.

- But you know, I liked it myself. I was such a dirty slut, these sluts seemed aristocratic against my background. I've experienced so much sweet humiliation this evening that it's probably enough for a week.

Zhenya listened to Irina and hugged her tenderly.

"Where's my present?" "What is it?" he asked suddenly.

"Oh, I'm glad you reminded me," Irina replied.

She lay down on the sofa in front of Zhenya and spread her legs wide, he is deep inside, put your hand in my pussy and take him out.

Zhenya was slightly taken aback by this suggestion, but there was such a fire in Irina's eyes that he couldn't resist. He moved closer, his breathing quickening. Slowly, with a slight tremor, he touched her thigh. The skin was warm and silky, and then he began to shove his palm into her pussy.

Irina moaned again, it seemed like she never had enough sex.

Zhenya's hand sank very slowly and carefully, and Irina's moans grew louder.

Zhenya still couldn't get used to the fact that this petite girl could take such huge objects inside herself.

Zhenya's fingers dug deeper, feeling something hard and familiar. He pressed down slightly, and Irina arched her back, letting out a long moan. Her hips involuntarily moved towards his hand, as if trying to enhance the sensation. He could feel her wetness enveloping his fingers, her body pulsing in time with her arousal.

Then he found something inside and gently pulled it out.

Taking his hand out of Irina's pussy, he saw a case in his palm.

Zhenya opened it and froze. There were two rings.

Irina was breathing heavily from excitement.

"It's a wedding present from the mistress," she said.

- Zhenya, will you marry me? Irina asked.

Zhenya's heart was pounding. He hadn't expected this turn of events. It all happened so spontaneously, so sensually, that he didn't really have time to realize what was happening. He looked at the rings, at Irina, and felt overwhelmed with love.

He gently took her hand, kissed each finger and looked into her eyes. He saw hope, passion and endless love in them.

"Of course I will," he whispered, and Irina burst into happy laughter. She hugged him tightly, hugging him with her whole body.

They kissed for a long time, drowning in each other's arms. This moment was special, intimate, and full of promise.

Irina described all her emotions to the mistress that evening and received an answer from her.

- I am glad that you liked my gift, I believe that the time has come and my slaves should legitimize their relationship, but these are not all gifts.

- In a couple of days, two of your best friends will come to you, I picked them up especially for you. You're going to spend a lot of time with them now. They are exactly the same slaves as you, so you will definitely make friends.

- And one more thing, you made a bit of a mistake about the rings, it's not really a gift for you, of course you're getting married, but not to each other, but to your new acquaintances who will come to you.

Irina and Zhenya were shocked.

The lady was able to surprise them so much that they had no words.

"But how is that?" Irina whispered, barely audible. - We love each other!

There was no response. The lady, as if enjoying their confusion, continued:

- You should be grateful to me for allowing you to dream of marriage at all. Your job is to serve me and fulfill my desires. And I decided that it would be better for everyone. Don't forget who's the boss here.

But after this speech, the lady did not soften much.

- You don't have to worry about that, it will look like you got married to others.

Since the wedding will be a secret, you won't need to invite guests, just tell everyone that you got married, but don't tell them who.

For the next two days, Zhenya and Irina couldn't find a place for themselves, as they were always wondering who they would have to marry.

According to further instructions from the mistress, Zhenya and Irina were supposed to meet their new friends in full dress. Beautiful makeup on both of their faces was mandatory, as well as semi-transparent dressing gowns on their naked bodies.

The long-awaited "X" day has arrived. Zhenya and Irina waited with bated breath for the arrival of their "betrothed". Nervous tension hung in the air, diluted only by the light scent of perfume and the anticipation of the unknown. They kept glancing in the mirror, trying to make sure they looked flawless.

Soon, the doorbell rang. Zhenya's heart started pounding, and Irina swallowed convulsively. They exchanged glances full of fear and curiosity, and slowly walked towards the door.

Zhenya and Irina opened the door, and a man and a woman, about 48 years old, stood in front of them.

They were dressed strictly and in a businesslike manner, and it was immediately clear from them that they were very respectable people.

The guests were allowed into the apartment and they all decided to get to know each other first.

It was very awkward for Irina and Zhenya to stand in front of the guests in semi-transparent and vulgar outfits like that. However, this very situation began to excite them, from which Zhenya's penis began to stand up right in front of the people present.

- Hello, our names are John and Olga, and our mistress sent us to you.

"Let's go into the room, I'll bring tea and we'll get to know each other better," Irina timidly supported the conversation.

There was an awkward silence in the room, which was interrupted by John clearing his throat. "Madam really appreciates your... uh... openness," he said, trying not to look at the revealing outfits of the apartment owners. Olga only nodded, confirming her partner's words, but her gaze slid over Zhenya's protruding penis, and a barely noticeable smile flashed across her face.

Irina, feeling the color flood her cheeks, hurried to the kitchen to make tea. Zhenya stayed in the living room, trying to hide his excitement.

After Irina brought the tea, their conversation continued, and everyone around them overcame their embarrassment.

Olga started first.

- As John already said, my name is Olga, I am 48 years old and I work as a regular school principal.

"I can't refuse the lady's humble request any more than you can, that's why I'm here.

Irina looked at Olga and noted her figure. She was a tall woman with a very narrow waist, an average ass and just gigantic breasts that looked somehow strange on her toned body. It seemed that those huge breasts would twist the dress and burst out.

Olga held Irina's appraising gaze with a slight smile. She was used to this kind of attention, although it wasn't always so blatant. Her appearance did attract glances, but behind this shell was hidden a firm character and a sharp mind, necessary for the management of the school.

Her look was completed with glasses and a strict hairstyle.

Olga continued her story.

- I met the mistress by chance when my intimate pictures were leaked online after the computer was hacked.

- Now I have been under her control for several years, and during this time I have fully understood her and revealed my desires.

- So when the mistress told me that she had found me a match for the wedding, I had no doubt.

Olga looked meaningfully at Zhenya, who was several times her junior.

Her unassuming gaze made Zhenya blush even more. Of course, he had fantasies about his teachers at the educational institution, but he didn't expect them to come true like that.

A secret wedding with a 48-year-old headmistress began to excite Zhenya greatly.

John was the second speaker.

- As you already know, my name is John, I am a professor at a scientific institute and I am 50 years old.

- I also met the lady by chance when one of my colleagues informed on me. He noticed that I was not indifferent to male students.

"The lady saved me from my sentence by somehow hush-ing up this case.

- After that, I became her devoted servant and also could not refuse her request for a wedding.

Zhenya and Irina looked at the man, he was taller than them by a head, also in good shape, clearly did not have a beer belly. He was dressed in a formal suit that looked gorgeous on him. He, like Olga, wore strict glasses.

John cleared his throat, as if coming out of his own thoughts. "The mistress has always been able to convince. Her arguments... they're compelling. I never thought I'd be in this situation, but now I'm here, and I don't regret it," he said with a barely perceptible smile, looking at Zhenya and Irina's outfits.

Zhenya felt a wave of excitement run through his body. Secrets, debauchery, forbidden desires... All this attracted him with incredible force. He had no doubt that this secret wedding would be the most exciting adventure of his life.

- So I'm ready to participate in this wedding too.

Zhenya and Irina also did not tell much about themselves, that they were also surprised, but they could not resist the decisions of the mistress.

- Irina looked at John and said, - if the mistress thinks that I should become your wife, then I agree.

As soon as she said that, Irina felt her pussy getting wet. She also secretly fantasized that she could become the wife of an adult man, not a peer.

John nodded, appraising Irina. In her eyes, he saw not only agreement, but also a spark of curiosity, even, perhaps, anticipation. "That's great, Irina. Your courage and willingness to follow the Lady are admirable." He turned his gaze to Zhenya. "And you, Zhenya, what do you say? Are you ready to share this adventure with us?"

Zhenya, feeling John's gaze on him, tried to hide his excitement. "I have already said that I am ready to participate.

After that, Zhenya looked at Olga, who also smiled at him.

John continued, and his next sentence sent Zhenya and Irina into a new shock.

"You misunderstood the lady's command," he said.

"You're both slaves to her."

- That's why she decided that I would marry Zhenya, and Olga would marry Irina.

- And since we will all live together, according to the lady, this is the only way we will become a modern family.

"Mistress has been thinking about this plan for a long time," John continued.

- And you took Olga and me specifically.

- I admit, I am gay and I adore bringing a younger partner to numerous anal orgasms. Under my guidance, Zhenya, you will rediscover anal sex.

Zhenya and Irina exchanged glances, unable to hide their amazement. Disappointment mixed with excitement flashed in Irina's eyes, and Zhenya seemed completely speechless. He swallowed convulsively, trying to digest what he had heard.

Olga, who had been silently watching what was happening, smiled gently at Irina, as if trying to calm her down. "Don't worry, Irina. I will do everything to make you happy.

- I am an old lesbian who is very well versed in women's pleasures, and I also like to train and change a woman's body, so in my hands your body will become really sexy.

Irina, on the other hand, seemed to accept the news more easily. There was no longer that initial shock in her eyes, just a glimmer of interest and perhaps even anticipation. She was always open to new things, and Olga's suggestion of transforming her body seemed tempting to her.

John, noticing Zhenya's confusion, smiled smugly. "Don't be afraid, Zhenya. I promise you'll like it. I'll be gentle and patient until you get used to it." He went up to his Wife and ran his hand over his cheek, giving him goosebumps.

Olga, seeing how Irina was beginning to relax, took her hand in hers. "I know it may seem strange, but believe me, we only want your happiness. We will love and take care of you, and you will never regret it."

Olga and John took out their wedding rings, which were also handed to them by their mistress.

John knelt in front of Zhenya and asked, "Will you marry me?"

The guy still couldn't believe what was happening.

- The idea of becoming the wife of a man who was older than his parents excited Zhenya so much that he lost control of his words.

Could he have predicted such an outcome two months ago, when he met Irina?

Now his future fate depends on his answer.

Zhenya, once again looked at the charming Irina, there was sadness in her beautiful eyes, but at the same time there was great excitement because she understood that Zhenya was in this situation only because of her. But Irina was not sorry, he wanted to see how much Zhenya could degrade and was also waiting for his answer.

My throat was dry. Zhenya swallowed, trying to moisten his dry lips. He could feel Irina's burning gaze on him, her impatient expectation weighing on him like tons of lead. There was only one thought throbbing in my head: "Should I agree or not?"

He saw Irina bite her lip slightly, waiting for his answer. Her eyes were burning with some kind of strange fire, a mixture of desire and... contempt? Zhenya couldn't understand. But one thing was for sure: she was enjoying his confusion, his hesitation. She wanted to see how far he was willing to go for her, for the sake of those fleeting feelings that had flared up between them.

"I... I agree," Zhenya whispered, barely audible. The words came out of his mouth as if against his will. A triumphant light flashed in Irina's eyes. She smiled, and this smile seemed sincere to his Wife.

John put the ring on Zhenya's finger and without hesitation kissed him on the lips with a very dirty and wet kiss.

Dirty thoughts in Zhenya's head followed each other, because now he was officially becoming an anal gay slut.

Olga watched John and Zhenya kissing and turned to Irina.

- Well, now it's my turn.

- Irina, will you marry me? Olga asked and pulled the ring too.

- I promise you, my love, that you will become the hottest lesbian whore under my guidance. You have a huge potential and an unlimited front of work.

- I want to say right away that we will definitely work on your breasts, which are not there right now.

- I know that you love fisting and we will continue to develop it. Your wet young pussy will become like an old whore's and we'll do a lot more interesting things, you'll definitely like it.

Irina listened to her and got excited, and her excitement was so strong that the lubricant from her pussy began to flow down her thigh.

The words came out of Irina's mouth.

- I agree to become your wife.

Olga, very pleased, put the wedding ring on Irina's finger.

Olga pulled Irina to her and kissed her passionately. This kiss was full of promise, power, and the same unbridled passion that both of them were so strongly attracted to each other. Irina responded to the kiss with equal fervor, her body trembling with anticipation.

Irina was watching Zhenya and John kissing, and it was only now that she began to realize how much her life had changed.

A year has passed.

Time flew by unnoticed.

Everything was going according to the exact plan of the mistress.

Zhenya and Irina informed their parents that they were married, and everyone was very happy for them. However, everyone was confused that they got married secretly and there was no ordinary wedding, but later everyone accepted it because it is fashionable now.

Of course, Zhenya and Irina did not tell all the details to their relatives that they had not married each other.

They weren't really asked.

Since Zhenya and Irina lived separately in the apartment, they were not often visited and no one bothered them.

John and Olga also lived with Zhenya and Irina, and if rare guests asked who it was? Zhenya replied that they were colleagues at work, and that was fine with everyone.

When the four of them were alone, their games began.

Zhenya always went home dressed in the following outfit now:

Lace stockings and high-heeled shoes, in which he mastered the gait perfectly.

Similarly, bright, vulgar makeup was a must for him. Zhenya couldn't wash off some of the makeup, as it was made in the form of a tattoo, John insisted on it. He especially liked Zhenya's sensual eyebrows and the very bright nipples on her chest, which were bright red in color.

His room turned into a kind of boudoir, with jars of creams, lipsticks in all shades of red, and eye shadow palettes on the dressing table. He could spend hours spinning in front of the mirror, honing his new image, admiring the reflection, which seemed to him the embodiment of a dream.

John, watching Zhenya's transformation, felt triumphant. He saw how a timid and insecure young man turned into a bright and confident personality, albeit within the framework of the image he created. John liked to see Zhenya like this, he considered him his creation, a living work of art.

Under John's control, Zhenya really became very feminine, and there were almost no men's clothes left in his wardrobe, except for one set for meeting relatives. At all other times, he wore only women's clothes.

John invested not only time and money in Zhenya, but also a piece of his soul. He carefully selected every outfit, every piece of jewelry, and every detail to create the perfect look. Zhenya, like malleable clay in the hands of a sculptor, accepted all the changes, trusting John unconditionally. He liked the attention, compliments, and admiring glances he received as Zhenya. He felt special, important, needed.

Over time, the line between Zhenya and the created image began to blur. Feminine mannerisms, gait, and gestures became natural to him. He was no longer playing a role, he was living it. Sometimes he forgot that he had once been different, that he had a different name, a different life. John watched this transformation process with satisfaction, seeing it as a confirmation of his genius.

Of course, the lady also followed this transformation and gave her comments.

The lady, with subtle irony, noticed that Zhenya was becoming even more of a woman than herself. There was a hint of envy mixed with admiration in her words. She saw how John transformed Zhenya, turning him into a kind of work of art, a living doll reflecting his wildest fantasies.

Anal sex became such a familiar thing for Zhenya that he did not even understand how he had refused it before.

John turned out to be such an experienced lover that Zhenya did not have time to learn from all his experience. Also a nice bonus was that John had a really big dick. Zhenya did not immediately learn how to easily accept all 25 cm of this monster into his anal hole, but now every one of their sex caused only delight.

Their family orgies became commonplace and Zhenya enjoyed anal sex in front of Irina and Olga. He moaned like a bitch taking this monster in his hole.

Now Zhenya was thrilled to be fucked by a man who was much older than him. John was also pleased, as he had been looking for a guy like Zhenya for a long time, and it was from him like clay that he was able to mold the perfect slut for himself.

Zhenya, under the strong thrusts of John's penis, learned to cum with an anal hole and now cum abundantly on his chest and face. This was also John's find.

As a professor, he developed a special elixir that increased the sperm count of any man by 300%.

Zhenya had been taking this drug for several months and now he was cumming like a horse, pouring his sperm all around.

And when John came in his ass, Zhenya's tummy swelled with sperm, as if he were pregnant. He could really be mistaken for a pregnant girl if it weren't for the protruding penis between his legs.

John also forced Zhenya to get a piercing. There were gold rings on his nipples, through which a chain was threaded, it went to Zhenya's penis and his testicles. There was also a ring in the head of the penis, to which this chain clung. Zhenya's balls were tamed by a small piercing, which made him even more depraved.

Zhenya loved John's experiments. He felt like a guinea pig, but he liked it. He was willing to do anything for the pleasure that John gave him. He liked being a doll in the hands of an experienced puppeteer.

John often photographed Zhenya in various depraved poses, documenting his experiments. He planned to write a scientific paper about the increase in sperm count and the effect of piercing on sexual arousal. Zhenya was his muse and the main object of his research.

One day, John decided to go further and suggested that his Wife get a tattoo on her buttocks. He wanted to stuff an image of his penis all over Zhenya's buttock. Zhenya agreed without hesitation and offered to add a tattoo in the form of bows on his legs. He liked that John was using him like that.

When the work was done, Zhenya looked in the mirror with pride. His buttock was decorated with an impressive image that caused him mixed feelings of embarrassment and excitement, and John's legs were decorated with cute bows that gave his image playfulness and extravagance.

Zhenya's tongue was also pierced, and his beautiful barbell allowed him to give John a fantastic blowjob.

Irina also changed under Olga's influence.

The headmistress fulfilled everything she promised and Irina became a very sexy lesbian. Her delicate little mouth was now stuck in Olga's wet old pussy. Irina's delicate mouth became not only a place for receiving juices from her pussy, it also became a full-fledged toilet for Olga.

Irina was now calmly swallowing the old woman's urine with her small mouth, and the woman was happily urinating on the pervert's face.

On the very first day, when Irina saw Olga naked, she was impressed by her breasts. Two large melons dangled below the navel of this 48-year-old woman. Large nipples crowned these breasts, showing by their appearance that they are very sensitive.

Olga caught the girl's admiring gaze and promised Irina that her zero breasts would be the same too.

Irina went through a difficult path, she was given special hormones and she spent a lot of time behind a vacuum system, but in the end, a year later, her once-zero breasts reached size 4. It did not stick out forward, but hung down in exactly the same way as Olga's, reaching two pears down to the girl's waist. Her large breasts were also decorated with large, very sensitive nipples, which were now so convenient for Irina herself to suck.

Now admiring herself in the mirror, the once charming girl saw in her reflection a depraved whore with huge dangling stretched breasts. At the same time, Irina was pleased and wanted to increase her vulgar, stretched breasts more and more.

Under Olga's supervision, Irina enlarged her lips, too, now that she was sucking on Olga's pussy and she was starting to urinate, more than one drop could not pass through the world of her mouth without Irina's knowledge. She loved swallowing this gorgeous woman's urine, wiping her ass with her tongue after using the toilet, and listening in awe as she called her a dirty toilet whore after these procedures.

Irina loved this humiliation. It was her drug, her new reality. She felt alive only when Olga pushed her around, when her body was used for the dirtiest and most vulgar pleasures. She enjoyed every touch, every word, every slap she received from Olga.

Her life turned into an endless series of sexual experiments and perversions. She stopped recognizing herself in the mirror, but she didn't care. She was no longer the humble and shy girl she used to be. She became a lecherous whore, and she loved it.

She dreamed of new changes in her body. She wanted to enlarge her lips even more so that they would become even more plump and sensual. She wanted to enlarge her breasts even more so that they would become even more huge and dangling. She wanted her body to be the perfect tool to satisfy Olga's dirtiest desires.

And Olga, seeing her striving, was happy to support her in this. She knew that Irina would do anything for her, and she took advantage of it. She knew that Irina loved humiliation, and she humiliated her.

Once, celebrating another new year at home, Irina and Zhenya sat next to each other and had a break from crazy sex. They hadn't fucked each other since the wedding, now they were the only ones being fucked.

Irina was covered in Olga's juices and urine, and Zhenya was covered from head to toe with both his and John's sperm.

They just sat and looked at each other, they understood everything without words, their lives had changed a lot since that very first meeting, but they didn't want to change anything back.

The final.