I met Alik Mamatov on the Internet by chance, while chatting on one of the forums dedicated to cars. I wanted to buy and was choosing a model, and Alik explained to me in detail the advantages and disadvantages of the domestic and foreign auto industry. He even promised to help me buy a car and asked for my email address.

I gave it to him, but to my surprise the letter that arrived didn't contain a single word about cars. But the car expert talked about himself and asked me some rather immodest questions. At first I didn't attach much importance to this and answered his messages rather sluggishly, considering him an annoying and preoccupied guy, waiting,that he was about to ask for a picture of my naked body, just like the other virtual wankers who had filled the network had asked for. There are plenty of such idiots on the Internet. But Alik didn't ask for anything, turning out to be an intelligent and interesting conversationalist who knew how to win people over.

And after some time I became interested and started going into my email or ICQ to chat with him.

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

We talked about completely different topics and a week later we exchanged photos, so that, as Alik said, “you could imagine who you were talking to.”

Looking at the photo, my heart skipped a beat - I've always liked tall and interesting guys like that. Plus, he had a beautiful foreign car 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 frankly for myself. There were questions about the number of sexual partners, positions, fantasies...

In general, everything that I didn’t even tell my Yurik.

At first, embarrassed, I nevertheless began to answer and this matter captivated me so much that I sat at the computer for two hours, answering in detail the immodest questions of the strange erotic test. And to the last question “who would you like to have sex with, write his name”, without thinking, I quickly slapped down “Alik” and closed the test, but the screen flickered and a deadly message appeared on it “YOU HAVE BEEN PRANKED! THE TEST RESULTS HAVE BEEN SENT TO THE SENDER” And Alik’s address appeared… I almost fainted! Then I didn’t check my mail for a week, turning crimson at the thought that my random Internet acquaintance had found out about the secrets of my intimate life.

But then... Then I went through and found about a dozen letters from Alik with poems dedicated to me and requests for a meeting and I couldn't resist, I agreed! I didn't know why I agreed, because I also have a boyfriend Yurik, who adores me, but... In short, don't ask about the logical justification for my actions. Women's logic in general, as my immediate superior likes to say about all sorts of incomprehensible, in his opinion, actions of his subordinates. Moreover, he says this to both girls and boys, which leads to certain thoughts, but to hell with him as a superior - I'll tell you more. In general, a cunning seducer persuaded me to meet.

Having put on my makeup, I put on my favorite, rather revealing T-shirt, skirt and ran towards adventures in a cafe, which is located in the city center and where my random acquaintance made an appointment with me. A meeting or a date? What difference does it make... As I walked, I caught myself thinking that even rushing to the first meetings with Yurik, I was not so nervous. And when I sat down at a small plastic table and ordered coffee, I saw HIS springy gait entering the cafe, my heart began to beat wildly.

Alik was a pleasant, tall and broad-shouldered brunette in a tight T-shirt that clung to his powerful torso. Entering the cafe and seeing me, he smiled broadly, revealing a row of snow-white teeth and waved his muscular arm, thickly covered with black hair, in greeting. As he made his way to her table, he accidentally touched the chair of a beautiful girl sitting waiting for her order. The girl turned around, and Alik, breaking into a captivating smile, said a couple of phrases to her, apparently apologizing, and the girl smiled coquettishly in response, adjusting her lush hair. Then she looked after him with interest, and I was unpleasantly pricked by this look. I know very well what such languid glances of drunk girls mean and to my surprise I felt something similar to jealousy.

 “Hello Marina!” he greeted, sitting down opposite and smiling dazzlingly, showing an even row of teeth.

I wanted to answer, but looking into his eyes she simply dissolved into these big, black and slightly sad eyes with long eyelashes, as if they were false, and, confused, turned away and blushed like a schoolgirl.

 “Hello Marina,” he repeated.

 “Hello, Alik,” I finally squeezed out of myself and again tried to look into the bottomless eyes of the young man and again unsuccessfully, who, as if understanding Marina’s confusion, put on dark glasses.

 “You’re better in real life than in the photo,” he said.

 “You too,” I answered, starting to collect my thoughts.

 "Champagne to get acquainted?" Alik asked, as if he had sensed the growing awkwardness and called over a young waiter. I nodded.

After a few sips of champagne, which made my head feel a little dizzy, I asked, looking at Alik’s huge hand.

 - Do you work out? Big muscles:

 “Yes,” he replied:

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

 “A great juicy ass, big breasts and full sugar lips,” he continued, covering my involuntarily trembling palms with his big palm and added:

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

I shrugged vaguely, taking a sip of sparkling 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 to fantasize about you, and I have a fiancée who completely rejects role-playing games, and I love them very much. We can meet at my dacha or at your house, for example:

 - No. Just not at my house! - I perked up, slightly stunned by Alik's haste and imagining that my jealous Yurik would catch us together: Horror!!!

 - So my dacha remains. Well, shall we try? With these words he took off his glasses and looked with his black eyes straight into mine and I drowned in this pool once again. I choked, as if I had been sucked into a giant whirlpool.

 “Yes,” I answered after a little 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 drove away the image of my man, with whom I had been communicating for four years.

 - You won't regret it. I'm sure we're right for each other and will give each other pleasure: It'll just be a game! By the way, my penis is twenty-seven centimeters long and six centimeters in diameter, you like big sizes. Not every condom fits. And it can stand all night. You'll be happy. Besides, as you understood from our communication on the Internet - I have a rich imagination, you won't be bored - Alik said, breathing hotly in my face and shining his eyes. The remnants of Yurik's face in my mind quickly melted after these words, as did the pangs of conscience, however:

 - Oh wow! You are a sexual giant! - I answered smiling, feeling a little drunk.

Alik grinned smugly and continued to stroke my hand, which was crawling with goosebumps, and continued:

 - It will look great next to your breasts. They are a size four, right? Can I see them? And without waiting for an answer, he reached out to me with his hand and, slightly pulling the collar of my T-shirt, looked at my breasts, which I had stuck out a little. What can you do? A girl always wants to please! Even if her size is not a size four, but a size three: Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the same girl whom Alik had accidentally touched was watching this and, as if in revenge for her wet gaze, leaned forward so that Alik could take a closer look at her charms. In the end, I thought, what should I be embarrassed about? After all, he had walked topless on the beach and nothing... Only the predatory gaze of the men made me feel a little hot:

Meanwhile, Alik's dexterous palm nimbly slipped behind the lapel of the T-shirt and crawled between the shaped bra and the tender skin of the right breast. I involuntarily shuddered from the touch of this warm palm to my nipple, which quickly tensed, and the strong and pleasant palm, having slightly crushed it, quickly slipped out of the bra.

 - Almost a fourth size, my favorite: Well, shall we start having fun? Do you agree? Besides, it's my birthday the day after tomorrow, give me a present, darling. - Alik asked impatiently, his eyes shining.

 - Okay then: What should I do? - I asked playfully, finishing my champagne.

 - Nothing, just obey me and that's it. Now we'll go to my place: - with these words he grabbed her hand and dragged her to the exit. I could hardly keep up with Alik in my high heels. On the street Alik grabbed me by the butt instead of the waist and led me to the road. You could say he dragged me. Out of the corner of my eye I again noticed that the girl was looking at them from the cafe window in surprise.

 - Where are we going, Alik? - I asked, trying not to wiggle my butt and striving to get away from the lighted street as quickly as possible. What if my friends see me, a little drunk, walking with a Caucasian who is unceremoniously pawing my butt? No way!!! Again I began to see Yurik's plump and dissatisfied face. Quickly to where it's dark! Quickly!!!

 - Now we'll play prostitute and client. You'll stand by the road and pretend to be a cheap whore. I'll catch a taxi on the next street and come to you. I'll arrange a night with you for three hundred rubles and take you to do what I did virtually with you. - Alik whispered in my ear

 - Why is it so cheap? Three hundred rubles? - I was surprised, looking around.

 - You're playing the cheap whore. First I'll offer you a hundred, you have to play along with me and we'll haggle: I'm going to catch a taxi. Stay here! And take off your bra to better match the game image. - Alik answered, again getting his cold fingers under my T-shirt and deftly pulling off my lace bra.

 - Be careful, you'll tear it! It costs one and a half thousand. How many times will I have to take three hundred? - I exclaimed, freeing my hands from the straps and blushing a little at the thought that Alik was seeing my bare chest again.

Alik smiled mysteriously and, having put the lace underwear in my bag, quickly left, lighting a cigarette on the go. And I, shivering with cold, began to walk along the road, feeling how her breasts, freed from the shackles of her bra, bounced with each step.

Suddenly, tires rustled and a black Mercedes pulled up to her. I hurried toward her, seductively swaying my hips, and leaned over to the tinted driver's window, watching my barely covered breasts in its reflection, with nipples sticking out from the cold through my T-shirt.

The door opened and an unfamiliar face looked at her: a smiling, short-haired, middle-aged man with a commanding expression.

 - Hi baby. New? Working? The three of us are going to the bathhouse now. Will you join us for three hours? We'll agree on a price: - he asked smiling, taking a drag on his cigarette.

Looking closely into the semi-darkness of the salon, I saw with horror two more brutal men with the same faces.

 - No, no. Sorry! - I said quickly, quickly walking away from the car.

The Mercedes moved after her.

 - Why are you being so stubborn? We pay ten, - the short-haired man continued.

 “No, no,” I said, walking deeper into the unlit street.

The man opened the door and followed me.

 - I don't like it when I get turned down: Why are you acting up, how do you treat the client, why aren't you serving??? Who are you working with, you slut? Who's the pimp? The loaf of bread or are you working without a roof over your head? I haven't seen you before, something: - he growled, painfully grabbing my shoulders and stopping me.

 - Yes, Baton: Sorry, I'm new here, and there are many of you. If you were alone, I would please you. Even for free. Come tomorrow. - I said quickly, not flustered, looking straight into the man's eyes and slightly lifting my breasts with my palms. Then I remembered this moment and wondered why I did it? Maybe the champagne gave me courage? I don't know...

But a wide smile appeared on the man's fierce face and he muttered.

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

 - If anything, my name is Igor Samarsky. I protect your Baton. If anyone offends me, call:

And he handed me a business card, patted it on his chest, walked away to his shiny Mercedes and quickly drove away, honking the horn in farewell.

Before he could leave, a checkered Lada pulled up, honking, and this time a familiar hairy and muscular arm was sticking out of the window.

I stuck out my chest and cautiously walked towards her. The window opened slightly and Alik looked out and beckoned to her with his hand, saying for some reason with an accent:

 - E: Come here quickly!

I, a little surprised by the accent, slowly approached and, bending down, looked out the window, seeing that a young, fair-haired taxi driver was sitting behind the wheel.

 - Hello boys! What do we want? Today we have discounts:

 "Are you good at giving blowjobs?" asked Alik, sitting in the back seat.

 - No one complained. There were three before you, you saw them in a Mercedes - they left happy - I cooed, starting to like this unusual game

 “Show me your boobs,” Alik muttered in response.

After a little hesitation, I lifted my T-shirt and my slightly frozen breasts swayed in the dim light of the street lamp.

 - Do you give it in the ass? - asked Alik, not taking his eyes off my charms.

 “I do everything to the fullest extent: My pimp Baton says that we must fully fulfill the client’s wishes,” I purred, wagging my bare chest from side to side.

 - Sit down. Three hundred rubles and I'll fuck you in all your holes, Alik suggested, opening the door.

 - That's not enough!

 - Show me what you can do and I'll pay you extra! Sit down!

I sat in the back seat and the taxi sped to the outskirts of the city. On the way, Alik pulled my head down to his crotch and my nose ran into a large bulge on his jeans. I wanted to bite this bulge, I don’t know why, but when I see a man’s dignity, I want to squeeze it and squeeze it with all my might. But then his jeans are tight, a mess, and I boldly unbutton the tight fly on his jeans and run my hand in like a proprietor. I always do this and my Yurik complains that someday I will tear off his reproductive organ. I was driven by simple curiosity, was he lying about the size or not? If he was lying, I will stop the game and get out of the car.

But then my hand came across a warm and tender club, which immediately hardened, I pulled it out of my fly with little effort and gasped.

Before my eyes stood a slightly trembling huge dark penis with a large shiny head. I made a ring with my fingers and grabbed it but did not reach the tips of my own fingers! And the penis, having caught my movement, straightened up completely and stood in all its glory, slightly bending back. To tell you a secret, male genitals remind me of cute and kind little animals that love to be stroked and caressed. If only these little ones could have ears attached and it would be a complete set. And they like it even more when these cute creatures are kissed.

I usually act quite confident with them, but here I couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:

 - How huge he is!

And Alik, taking advantage of the fact that my mouth was open, stuck the head in there so quickly that I barely had time to open my mouth even wider and moan in surprise at the size of this member.

Here the car stopped and I released this handsome man from my lips with displeasure.

 “Let’s go,” said Alik, slapping me on the butt.

We went out and walked towards the old log cabins, forlornly hiding in a ravine - the outskirts of the city. Alik again firmly grabbed my buttock and I was no longer in a hurry, like in the cafe. A man's hand on my bottom and the taste of a dick on my lips excited and thrilled me so much that I felt a familiar pulsation between my legs. Approaching the old house, Alik opened the door and a wrinkled old woman looked at me suspiciously from the doorway. Alik took my hand and walked past her and I heard the old woman hiss after us:

 — They've come here in droves. They trade at the bazaar and bring their shameless slutty saleswomen, every day... Now again I can't sleep all night from the whore's moans! I turned around and opened my mouth to answer, but Alik tugged my hand and we entered a small room with old furniture and a sunken armored bed. Alik abruptly turned me around and literally tore my Cavallii T-shirt off, threw it into the corner as if it were a condom wrapper with dirty rags, and sat me on his lap, unbuttoned his fly and poked me in the lips with his club. I looked up at him.

 - Suck. Suck harder. You wrote in the questionnaire that you like role-playing games. And now you are a cheap whore that I bought. Work off the money. - he said, smiling smugly.

Here, in the light of the bulb, I was able to make out this lumpy miracle.

The member was magnificent! I have never seen such a size either before or after. Its size can be compared with the monumental monuments of Tsereteli and small busts that decorate the squares of our cities. It was simply enormous and slightly curved to the right. I inhaled the aroma of this slightly trembling giant with pleasure. I generally love the smell of a member. Not the smell of an unwashed body or urine, as many might think, but a member. It is such a peculiar musky smell that I simply go crazy from. And now I rubbed my face against this club, like kittens rub against their mother. Then I enthusiastically stuck it in my mouth and began to suck, trying not to touch it with my teeth and feeling how painfully the ligaments of the mouth strain when part of this tender flesh passes through the tight ring of my lips.

His member resembled a joystick, which responded to my every touch with a movement of his entire body. Alik breathed heavily and muttered:

 - I'll have you all night:

And I... I squeezed the huge organ with both palms and held its head in my mouth, masturbated it with force and felt that everything between my legs was hot, like in an oven. Unable to control myself, I stuck my hand in my panties, I felt the slippery and protruding clitoris and began to rub it, loudly moaning with pleasure. Alik lifted me like a feather and took off my skirt and panties.

 "That's exactly the kind of figure I like!" he said, stepping back and looking at me.

Then he threw me down on the hellishly creaking bed and, spreading my legs wide, carefully inserted his club into my vagina.

It seemed to me that my eyes popped out of their sockets and I caught my breath, but after a while the discomfort passed, it seemed to me that a huge member was reaching my throat, passing under the skin all over my body, and my partner, leaning on me, squeezed my breasts and whispered something in my ear in his language. This went on for quite a long time and I came to my senses from Alik's words:

 - Quiet. Quiet, they're already knocking on the wall. Don't scream so much. I opened my eyes. Did I really scream?

Meanwhile, Alik jerked me over onto my back and spread my buttocks, pushing against my anus with what seemed to me to be his knee. But when I turned around, I saw that it wasn't a knee, but a bolt that had been drilling into me a few moments ago, and I was afraid that this member would simply tear my ass into small pieces. As if he had sensed my excitement, Alik said:

 - Don't worry, darling. I'm very experienced in anal matters. You breathe in time, and I'll penetrate you as you exhale.

I started breathing, and Alik inserted a finger into my ass and moved it. I liked it and I started moving back, impaling myself on him, and when my random lover inserted a second one, I reached for my vagina and started masturbating.

 - Breathe, breathe - whispered Alik, moving his fingers, moving his stick along my ass. Then he grabbed me tightly by the stomach with his strong palm and again pressed his huge head into my anus. I inhaled and felt the pain from the fact that this monster cock slowly shoved its head into me. I could not move, and the cock slid deeper and deeper inside my ass. Unable to hold back the pain, I moaned loudly and stretched out my hands to stop the movements of this hairy diesel locomotive, but Alik moved his ass and I helplessly spread out like a butterfly on a pin.

At first, Alik's penis moved in my ass, causing severe pain, and I tried to take a pose to reduce the discomfort. I even spread my buttocks with my palms so that this mutant would not tear my anus, but it helped little: Before this, I had anal sex with different partners and they all stopped at the slightest displeasure, and this Alik did not even think about it! He roughly squeezed my breasts and grabbed my hair, painfully lifting my head up.

 — Zhii: voo: ooo: tnoe: — I moaned, twitching with each syllable.

 - And you are a Russian whore! - Alik answered, increasing the movement.

 "Say, 'I'm a Russian whore.' Say it," he demanded, breathing in my ear.

 “I’m a Russian whore!” I muttered.

 "Louder!" he barked.

 “I’m a Russian whore!” I screamed, and Alik let me go with satisfaction, and I rested my head on the crumpled pillow.

After a while the discomfort began to pass and I began to like the presence of this giant in my ass, I even turned back to look at the whole process and opened my mouth in surprise. The huge piston entered and exited my highly raised ass. I was very surprised that it fit all the way, knocking against my halves with wrinkled and hairy balls. Then Alik abruptly pulled out his organ, turned me over on my back and, lifting my legs high, placed them on his sculpted shoulders.

 "Ask me to fuck you!" he said, running his magnificent, dark extension over my chest.

 - Fuck me, Alik! Please: - I answered, looking into his eyes.

 "Louder!" he ordered.

 - Alik, my love! Fuck me like the last whore! - I screamed and squeezed my breasts.

Alik snorted like a stallion and again plunged into my long-suffering ass, starting to rock me like a boat on the ocean waves.

He began to growl like a beast, and I responded with languid moans in time with his movements, stroking his hairy hands. Then he pulled out his cock and pointed it at my vagina. I liked this change of places and I began to actively jerk off this hot horseman. Then his kingpin rushed into my ass again. I had never been fucked like that, except that I played with a vibrator myself, changing holes and getting great pleasure from it. But this cock was a real giant and its owner was a gorgeous, tall and muscular man, whom I really liked.

I don’t know who I liked more: Alik himself or his lumpy, dark miracle, which looked more like a thick tail than a penis.

Suddenly the desperately creaking bed collapsed under us and we fell to the floor, but Alik did not stop moving and fucked me on the floor. Stopping for a moment, he turned me over on my side and continued the delightful ride from which I shook like jelly.

Lying on the dusty floor, I saw a beautiful white bra with a torn off clasp lying not far from me and looked questioningly at Alik, but he abruptly turned me over to the other side and continued the process.

Suddenly he grabbed my face with his broad palm and spat in it.

I was startled by the unexpectedness; men had never spat in my face before, only kissed me, and I wanted to express my indignation at the way I was being treated, but a broad, firm palm rubbed the saliva all over my face, covering my mouth.

 “Did you like it?” Alik asked, breathing heavily, and stuck his fingers into my ass again.

Taking them out, he ran them over my lips, saying:

 — Lick it:

I licked these big and long fingers, and Alik spat in my face again. The saliva slapped heavily on my cheeks and began to flow.

 “Ask me to spit in your green fucking eyes,” he ordered, continuing to drill me with his cock.

 “Spit in my face,” I moaned loudly, arching my back and receiving a fair amount of saliva.

Then he pulled his dick out of my chafed hole, brought it closer to my face and began to lightly tap it.

I tried to catch his head with my mouth, but Alik deftly removed it from my lips and, grabbing me by the neck, brought me closer to his feet.

 "Kiss them!" he said and, bending down, slapped me loudly on the bottom.

I squealed coyly and began to kiss and lick Alik's furry feet, finding some charm in the fact that he treated me like a rag. Alik easily rubbed his feet against my face, which was between the floor and the healthy heels of the Caucasian, and I kissed and licked them, holding my hairy calf with my hands. Raising my eyes to Alik, I saw completely crazy and furious eyes, the kind I had seen on TV in breeding bulls before mating. I didn't have time to get scared. Growling wildly, he grabbed me painfully by the hair, slapped me and easily lifted me up like a feather, placing my butt up on a large chair standing next to a crumbling bed.

I hit my forehead on the floor, and Alik slapped me hard on the bottom lying on the hard surface of the chair several times. He spread my anus with both hands, spat in there and stuck his dick in. I screamed again, but apparently only the old neighbor heard me, and this sex maniac grabbed my feet and lifted my legs up. My head ended up between his legs, I stood on my hands alone, and at that moment he was furiously fucking me. I don’t know how long it lasted, almost immediately my head started to ache and I came to my senses only when he lowered me to the floor and stuck his red head in my face, actively masturbating. I opened my mouth and felt the bitter, oily liquid filling it. There was a lot of sperm and I swallowed it, almost choking.

 - You've finished my mouth! I almost choked: You're a real maniac, I've never had sex like that: - I said, wiping my lips and looking at smiling Alik.

 - I told you you'd like it: Sorry, honey, if I seemed rude to you, you really turned me on and I couldn't hold back! Next time I'll be gentler. Get dressed, honey, we have to go. In the meantime, I'll call a taxi. - he answered and kissed me on the cheek.

: Alik stopped a taxi near my house and uttered the sacramental phrase of men:

 - Bye! I'll call:

I waited for a call for a week, even found a reason and had a fight with my Yurik, really hoping to see and continue communicating with the cute Caucasian. Well, I couldn’t see my boyfriend then, I hated him! And at night I dreamed of Alik’s black expressive eyes and his muscular arms covered with black hair. Then I started writing him emails and knocking on his ICQ, but there was no answer. My sexual giant disappeared as quickly as he appeared. Then I wanted to forget him and even tried to delete his photo several times, but my casual acquaintance smiled at me so welcomingly and radiantly that my fingers couldn’t press the “delete” button and I almost burst into tears.

And now, having looked at this photograph and tried once again to delete it without success, I wrote this story in one breath.

And now I have to finish because Yurik came in and he might not adequately evaluate my detailed story about an unusual date with the deceiver Alik Mamatov...

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