Sex Stories

When Tanya and Margo entered the restaurant, a man quickly rushed outside, the door's bells chiming behind him. As soon as they stepped inside, the air felt stuffy. The aroma of delicious food filled the space, and pleasant music stirred the souls of the numerous patrons.

The restaurant was well-decorated, its walls painted in beige tones. A beautifully lit bar counter stood in the center of the room. Few paid attention to the new arrivals, as most were engaged in lively conversations in small groups.

"Take off your jacket," Margo nudged Tanya and quickly removed her own coat, hanging it on a nearby rack. "Shall we head to the bar and take a look around?"

Tanya nodded silently, finally managing to shrug off her coat, while she admired the décor of the place. Large art-deco style lamps hung from the ceiling, and Margo had an urge to tug on one of them, as they caught her attention. The girls made their way to the bar. Settling onto the high stools, they continued to glance around.

In the far corner sat a young waitress, typing something on her smartphone with her long fingers. Her dark hair hung down, nearly obscuring the screen. Whether she could see anything through that curtain of hair remained a mystery.

"Good evening, ladies. Have you decided on your order?" A waiter had approached them silently and with incredible agility. His movements were so fluid and precise, it seemed as though he had been born wearing a waiter's uniform, destined for this job.

Tanya looked at Margo expectantly, hoping she would order the infamous "Sex on the Beach." But after eyeing the shelves stacked with countless bottles of alcohol, Margo shifted her gaze to the waiter. He looked young to her, perhaps too young. A tattoo of a dragon peeked out from under his crisp white shirt. His chestnut hair was slicked back, and his sharp cheekbones gave him a masculine, almost seductive look.

Finally tearing her eyes away from the handsome young man, Margo placed their order.

"Two teas, please," she said somewhat shyly. Even Tanya gave her a curious glance - it wasn't often you heard such a timid tone from the bold and confident Margo.

"Anything to go with your tea?" the waiter asked, flashing a smile full of perfect teeth.

The girls shook their heads in unison, and the waiter silently withdrew. As soon as he was a safe distance away, Tanya leaned in and, lowering her voice, asked:

"What do you think about that guy over at that table?" She nodded towards a man sitting alone by the window. "He's kind of cute. Imagine the fun we could have with him!"

Margo discreetly assessed the man. He looked to be in his forties, wearing a warm sweater, with jet-black hair and an intense gaze focused on his laptop. He seemed deeply absorbed in his work, his strong hands typing effortlessly on the keyboard.

"I found someone even better. Look at those guys over there," Margo pointed to a group of young men, seemingly in their thirties. "And there are two of them. Shall we team up?"

"I don't know... I feel a little out of place here. On the street, it's different. You walk along the cars, and boom, the client appears. But here..." Tanya sighed and wrinkled her nose. The bartender arrived just then with their tea, and of course, he couldn't resist making a comment.

"You ladies are quite the sight. Waiting for someone? Your boyfriends, perhaps?"

Tanya and Margo exchanged glances and burst out laughing. Indeed, they were waiting for men-but the kind that could take full advantage of them and pay handsomely for it.

"If you're free, my shift ends at eight," the bartender said casually. "My friend is coming by, maybe we could go for a walk or catch a movie? What do you say?"

Caught off guard, the girls didn't know how to respond.

The door's bells chimed again, signaling the entrance of a group of young men-most likely students, judging by their appearance. They entered loudly, engaged in a lively conversation. After they sat down at a table, the waitress reluctantly put down her phone and went over to take their order.

The bartender's voice brought the girls back to their unfinished conversation. They flinched slightly and turned their attention back to the young man standing before them.

"So, what's the verdict? Will you leave me your number? By the way, I'm Kirill," the bartender said, handing them a piece of paper and a pen with a broader smile. "And you are?"

"I'm Tanya," her friend responded cheerfully, taking the pen from Kirill's hand. "And this is Margo, our VIP." Tanya playfully nudged her friend, who then giggled, finally melting into a smile of her own.

Seeing their smiles, Kirill's confidence grew. And Tanya was already scribbling her phone number for him.

"Though I'm not sure if we'll be free..." Tanya murmured, only to be rudely interrupted by one of the students who had just arrived.

"Hey, get us three beers. Please," he smirked, glancing at Kirill. Once the bartender acknowledged his order, the student shifted his gaze to the girls, specifically to Tanya's long legs. "Ladies, why don't you join us? You look bored sitting there alone. Let us treat you to some beer," he winked, as his friends grinned like hyenas.

Margo didn't appreciate the way they looked at them and dismissed them with a sharp comment: "We're not that bored to sit with guys like you."

The student's tone immediately changed, and he mumbled something unintelligible under his breath.

Kirill quickly tried to defuse the situation. "Guys, let's not cause trouble. Can we keep it down?" he pleaded softly. It was clear he wanted to say more, but didn't dare.

The offender reeked of cheap cigarettes. He was tall, with a face full of freckles. He hadn't even taken off his jacket yet, standing there in a bright sports coat. His friends continued to grin, and Margo guessed they had probably made a bet on the girls, sending the bravest one to make a move. But with these guys, they weren't going to get anything out of it-maybe a beer and a quick romp in the restaurant's bathroom at best.

But evidently, the student's sexual drive outweighed his pride, and he approached the bar again.

"So, have you changed your minds? Come join us," he asked, ogling the girls from head to toe, mentally undressing them.

This time, the girls dismissed him with a silent wave, as if swatting away an annoying fly.

"Oh, come on! I can tell you're here to find someone to screw. Maybe you'll do it for some beer?"

Tanya couldn't take it anymore and lunged at the offender, fists ready. Margo reacted quickly, grabbing her arm and calming her down before things escalated.

"What, can't handle the truth? All of you whores are the same!" he spat angrily and returned to his table, where his friends erupted in loud laughter.

"What a jerk!" her friend yelled after him.

Tanya trembled, either from anger or excitement. She sipped her tea and exhaled slowly, trying to regain her composure. Kirill was talking on his phone with someone, and Margo clenched internally, hoping he wasn't calling the police. The last thing they needed was to deal with the cops. So what if they dressed provocatively? They dealt with idiots like this every day.

"Girls," the waitress whispered, "those men over there," she motioned with her head, "want to invite you to join them."

Tanya and Margo exchanged knowing glances and turned toward the men. Both looked to be around 45, dressed differently-one in a shirt and slacks, the other in jeans and a dark sweater.

"Shall we?" Tanya asked. "They look solid, and definitely have money. Unlike some," she added in a whisper, frowning.

Margo nodded silently and stood up. The students, whom Margo mentally dubbed "losers," catcalled as the girls walked past, clearly hinting that they were right about them all along.

Tanya considered turning back to respond but ultimately waved them off. It reminded Margo of how the neighborhood boys used to tease them in the same way, only for the girls to beat them up-and then sleep with them by the lake afterward.

As they approached the table, the men exchanged approving glances, whispering to each other, likely deciding who would get whom.

When they reached the table, one of the men stood and pulled out a chair for them to sit. No longer hiding their interest, they openly admired the girls' figures, clearly pleased with what they saw. Margo perched on the edge of her chair, and Tanya settled beside her. Now it was their turn to assess the clients.

The man in the shirt was nearly entirely gray-haired, with bags under his eyes and wrinkles lining his forehead. His rough stubble and broad shoulders gave him a rugged appeal. Margo noticed a wedding ring on his thick fingers. His friend was his polar opposite-tall and thin, with a bald patch on top of his head. He seemed nervous, rubbing his hands together constantly.

"Well, shall we get acquainted? I'm Vladimir," the gray-haired man introduced himself. "And this is my friend Vyacheslav," he nodded towards the slender man, who smiled, revealing a few gold teeth. "And what are your names, beautiful ladies?"

"And hey! Ladies!" the student called out again, raising his voice. "Why bother with these old-timers? They've got nothing left in the tank!"

"Why do you need old dicks and shriveled balls when you can use young dicks?"

(continued in the next chapter)

Vladimir stood up from the table and walked toward the group of guys.

Great, thought Margo, now there's definitely going to be a fight. So much for a fun night... It was so much easier when we used to work with Vovka. He only brought us calm, polite clients-never any drama.

The expressions on the young men's faces quickly changed when Vladimir flashed some kind of badge from his pocket. They clearly weren't expecting that. Judging by their embarrassed looks, they were now offering their apologies.

"Don't worry," Vyascheslav said, as if reading Margo's thoughts. He scooted his chair closer to the table. "He'll sort them out in no time. Are you girls students?"

"Yes," both of them answered in unison, smiling at each other.

"How about we have dinner and continue our conversation at the hotel? Maybe spend a couple of hours there?" Vyascheslav suggested, his tone casual.

The girls stayed silent. For some reason, neither of them dared to agree, even though this was exactly why they had come here. The situation was saved by Vladimir's return.

"Those idiots won't bother us again," he said as he dropped back into his chair. "I didn't quite catch your names."

"I'm Margarita, but you can call me Margo," one of the girls said quietly, glancing at the empty plates in front of them.

"Tatyana," her friend said clearly.

"Nice to meet you. Beautiful names-suit you both," Vladimir said, not taking his eyes off their long, shapely legs. "My daughter's name is Tatyana too, though she's just a little girl."

The waitress brought out their order-a few plates of assorted delicacies.

"Would you like to order something too?" Vyascheslav asked, carefully wiping down the utensils with a fork.

They weren't in the mood to eat and politely declined.

"So, what about the hotel? Are we good to go?" Vyascheslav pressed on.

The girls fidgeted nervously. One was playing with the hem of her skirt, while the other kept fiddling with the clasp of her purse, which was perched on her lap.

"Well, silence means agreement. Will five hundred per hour work for you? Of course, each," Vladimir said casually as he chewed on the fried potatoes the waitress had brought.

"That works," Tatyana whispered, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

"Great! I knew you were pros," Vyascheslav said with a wink.

The girls giggled. No one had ever called them that before, but somehow, it felt like a compliment. While the men polished off the contents of their plates, the girls shared a little about themselves. Margo explained that she was a third-year economics student living in a dorm. Tatyana mentioned that she was finishing up at a technical school this year and didn't plan to continue her studies-she dreamed of moving to Poland.

Once the meal was over, the men called for the bill.

"Get your coats and wait for us outside," Vladimir instructed as he paid. "We'll be with you in a minute."

The girls headed to the coat rack. The "students" watched them leave, but this time without any snide remarks. Apparently, Vladimir's chat had been effective. Once they were dressed, the girls stepped out into the chilly evening air.

The weather was cold but pleasant, a light breeze brushing their hair and refreshing them. Margo glanced at the hotel windows across the street from the restaurant, where they had picked up their clients. The city continued its busy rhythm: cars zoomed by, and passersby were engaged in animated conversations.

"Let's go," Vladimir said as he approached them. "So, you're not picky, right? Everything's in play?" He gave Margo a light slap on the butt.

They both nodded.

"And do you... please each other during the process?" Vyascheslav asked with a grin.

The girls nodded again.

"Perfect!" The men exchanged satisfied smiles.

They crossed the street together and entered the small, cozy hotel lobby. Aside from them, the only other person inside was the bored receptionist, who barely glanced at the incoming guests. Passing by the reception desk, they took the elevator to the fourth floor. A blue carpet lined the long hallway. Finally, they reached the right door, and Vyascheslav pulled a key from his pocket.

"Do you need to shower?" Vyascheslav asked, holding the door open.

Tatyana raised her hand like a schoolgirl, while Margo shook her head.

"Vovka, who do you want?" Vyascheslav asked his friend. "The shower's over there," he added, nodding towards the adjacent door.

Tatyana quickly slipped into the bathroom, while Margo kicked off her shoes and walked into the room, shedding her coat as she went. The room was modestly furnished. Noticing a small mirror on the wall, Margo paused to fix her hair before looking around further. The space was slightly larger than her dorm room, all done up in beige tones. There were a few nightstands, two beds, and a TV mounted on the wall. A black suitcase stood by one of the beds. The men were sitting and watching her.

"Here," Vladimir said, handing her a few bills. "No need to count it."

She took the money and slipped it into her purse. From the bathroom, she could hear the sound of running water. Margo debated whether she should start undressing or wait for her friend. Vyascheslav had already begun stripping off his clothes, and Vladimir didn't waste time either, unbuttoning his shirt. Margo decided it was time to join in. She pulled her dress over her head and looked around for a place to put it.

"Just throw it on the TV stand," Vladimir commanded, approaching her. "You've got quite the ass," he added, grabbing it without hesitation. "Do you work out?"

"A little," Margo mumbled as she carefully removed her tights.

"Well, I've acquired myself a little stress belly," Vladimir slapped his stomach and burst out laughing. "Now, go ahead and put your mouth to work for a change."

At the same time, he pulled off both his pants and underwear. His penis was thick and was only getting bigger with every second.

Margo walked over and knelt down. She licked her lips and a wave of excitement ran through her like an electric current.

Naked Vyacheslav came up. He slowly moved his hand over his penis and breathed heavily. Margo grabbed their trunks with both hands, threw her hair to one side and took Vladimir's penis in her mouth.

With her palm she caressed the head of Vyacheslav's penis. Vladimir experienced even more pleasure. She moved her tongue slowly, as if tracing circles.

The tubercles of veins were clearly palpable through the skin. The member was throbbing with excitement. Margo loved it, she immediately became wet in the crotch and all her insides wanted this sacrament not to end. Vladimir started moving his hips slowly at first, then with increasing insistence.

And a minute later his big balls began to hit Margo chin monotonously and quickly. She really wanted to put her hand in her panties and caress her excited clitoris. Too much drool accumulated in her mouth, and her hair prevented intense sucking.

The sound of running water stopped. Tanya stepped out of the shower.

"It's my turn now," the "skinny one" touched Margo shoulder.

She pulled away from his friend's penis and drool, like strings, followed her lips. She wiped her chin with her hand and deftly took Vyacheslav's penis into her mouth.

The wet hand slid with ease over the entire surface of the male flesh. The room was filled with the smell of sex and the sounds of blowjob. The member penetrated deeper and deeper, reaching Margo's very throat. Her ears were ringing a little, her eyes began to water, and her drool dripped onto the floor.

"Are you going to stand there much longer?" - Vladimir addressed Tanya. - "Come here and work like your friend. Can you do it as well as she does?"

Tanya didn't respond to him and knelt beside Margo. Her beautiful, wet body glistened in the light. The towel slowly slipped off her and fell to the floor. It was a stunning sight to behold, and both men couldn't take their eyes off the scene, captivated by its beauty.

She deftly wrapped her lips around the penis, and now both girls together caressed the men with their mouths. Margo could not resist and nevertheless penetrated her fingers into her panties and began to massage her swollen clitoris.

Vyacheslav was not shy in his movements, grabbed Margo by the hair, pulled her closer to him and actively began to penetrate her mouth with his penis. He did it as if he was hammering a nail into a wall. He did it strongly and sharply.

The head of Vyacheslav's penis kept slipping right into the girl's throat, thereby causing her nausea.

Margo was trembling all over, tiny shivers running through her body. Colorful spots flickered before her eyes, as if she were gazing into a rainbow kaleidoscope. She felt she was about to collapse and leaned against the man's leg for support.

Right beside her stood her friend, who, like her, was being fucked in the mouth in exactly the same way at that moment. The only sounds in the room were the heavy breathing of men and the sounds of blowjobs.

"Did you like it?" - Vyacheslav asked. - "Undress and get on the bed," he ordered. – he began to put on a condom.

(continued in the next chapter).

While Vyacheslav was occupied, Margo tried to catch her breath and pull herself together. She felt as though she had just run three kilometers without stopping. Her breathing was erratic, and she gulped for air, silently pleading that it would be enough. She turned toward Tanya to see what she was doing at that moment.

Tanya was roughly fucked in the mouth at this time. Tanya's eyes were brimming with tears, and a thin stream of saliva was dripping down onto her chest and the floor.

"Come here and join your friend," - Vladimir gestured with a wave. - "I'm shocked at your skills! You wouldn't guess from the looks of you that you're such professionals! How cool you are at sucking dicks!"

Margo wiped her chin with her hand and brushed the tears from her eyes. She glanced at her friend again. It was heartbreaking to look at her. She had the urge to hug her, kiss her, and offer comfort. She stood up and reached for Vladimir's hard penis. Both girls sucked in unison, sometimes touching each other's lips. This excited them both even more.

"That's it, girls," - the gray-haired man said as he gently stroked their heads. - "How are your anuses? Are they not too worn out yet? I bet you've had plenty of takers. Beauties like these won't be short of clients."

The male rod was just like a stone, it was so excited. The girls' lips continued to slide over the penis, caressing it with tenderness and making the man go crazy. Once again accidentally touching her friend's lips with hers, Margo squeezed her hand. Tanya seemed so desirable to her, but so unattainable. Their tongues drew circles around the head of the penis. They caressed the male flesh like this for about five minutes, then began to suck him in turn. The penis was either in Tanya's mouth or in Margo's. The man could not stand it and moaned with pleasure.

"That's enough," - Vladimir interrupted sharply. - "I can't wait to continue."

"Come on, baby," - he turned to Margo. - Take off your clothes, while I take a condom.

The men were intently observing the girls. Margo felt oddly disconnected, as if she were in some kind of trance, moving on autopilot.

With trembling hands, Tatyana reached for the straps of Margarita's bra and quickly pulled them down, having unfastened the clasp beforehand.

Tanya licked her lips, she wanted to press her lips to Margo's lips. The girls felt a clear desire for each other. Margo stood up and Tatiana began to take off her panties. Men enjoyed such games. They watched them with pleasure. At the same time, they masturbated, fiddling with their members.

Both girls sat on the floor and began to caress each other. Tanya's skin was slightly damp after the shower.

The girls didn't hold back and melted into a passionate yet gentle kiss. Their tongues joined in a fervent dance, swirling with intensity.

It was as if they forgot where they were.

The kisses grew more insistent, until they were interrupted:

- Hey! That's not why we hired you! – the "frail one" was indignant; he stood up and took Tanya by the hand. - Both on the bed instantly! – followed by a resounding slap on the buttock.

Margo still felt a bit dizzy and short of breath. Slowly, she stood up and adjusted her hair. Outside the door, hurried footsteps could be heard-life beyond the room continued on. The hotel was alive with its own rhythm, and no one could have guessed what two friends were up to behind these walls, both in search of such adventures. It seemed they had found exactly what they were looking for.

Vladimir waited patiently, gently patting the bed with his strong hand. Tanya stood doggy style and tossed her hair to the left side. Her pussy was just begging to be penetrated by a hot and hard cock. She was wet, her pussy lips were swollen with excitement.

Vyacheslav's hands wandered over her body. He kneaded her buttocks, penetrated her vagina with his fingers, caressed her thighs.

– Do you have anal lubricant with you? – asked the gray-haired man, looking Margo up and down. - Come on, move more actively. – he hurried her. - Hey, buddy, how do you like these two bitches? – he turned to his friend.

"I don't know yet, but we'll find out soon. Let them earn every single penny to the fullest," the "skinny one" smirked. At this moment his fingers were actively wandering over Tanya's body. The man occasionally inserted his fingers into her pussy, causing the girl to moan sweetly.

"Come on, Margo," - Vladimir motioned with his hand. - "Stand next to your friend, let's see which of you moans louder."

Margo opened her handbag, took out a clear tube of lubricant, and handed it to the man. And then she stood doggy style next to her friend. Her crotch was throbbing with intense excitement, and her body was trembling.

She felt the cool liquid dripping onto her ass and spreading over her hot skin. Strong fingers penetrated her anus, she moaned loudly. She arched her back even more, and her chest brushed against the soft fabric of the blanket spread across the bed. The silver-haired man pulled her closer to him and spread her thighs wider.

Lubricant mixed with her own juices flowed down Margo's thighs. And now this exciting moment has arrived. Vladimir's head rested against Margo's anus.

The girl felt how her anal gatekeeper did not allow the head of her penis inside. The anal ring actively resisted and did not want to let the uninvited guest through.

Then the man jerked forward and overcame this strong resistance. Margo felt a sharp pain and screamed. This was something new for her, she felt how a hard and thick shaft was penetrating deeper into her intestines.

Tanya at that moment experienced exactly the same sensations as her friend. She screamed barely audibly. Her face reflected all the emotions she was experiencing at that moment.

Tanya closed her eyes, biting her lips and frowning. At the same time she moaned sweetly. At the same time, Vladimir entered Margo forcefully. His movements were persistent. Their bodies touched, he pressed his body against hers and, along with the penetration of his penis into her intestines, the man still kneaded her breasts with force. Margo didn't like the way he caressed her breasts, because he twisted the nipples very painfully.

"It's been a while since I fucked anyone in the ass." – Vladimir slapped him on the butt. - How sweet you are!

- Are you kidding? I thought you had a beautiful slut last week. – Vyacheslav clarified, fucking Tanya more and more actively.

"We didn't have a good relationship with her; she asked me not to touch her magnificent ass." – the gray-haired man puffed loudly.

The men simultaneously began to laugh loudly. The room not only smelled of sex, loud sounds were heard everywhere: loud moans of girls and persistent clapping of bodies.

The picture was complemented by the creaking of the bed. The girls could not restrain themselves and moaned loudly. Their pussies were full of excitement and were waiting in the wings, both girls' nipples were rubbing against the bed. Margo and Tanya were already close to orgasm.

Sometimes Vladimir's penis slipped out of Margo's anus, but the man quickly pushed it back, making the girl moan even more every time.

- What a nice ass hole you have. – he muttered in my ear. – It's so tight inside you, I love it! – Vladimir abruptly entered completely, which made Margo flinch in surprise and scream in pain.

"I'm in pain!" she moaned.

"Endure it," the man ordered.

"Mm-hmm," Margo barely whispered, clenching her fists tighter. The pain didn't subside.

Tanya, with each push of Vyacheslav's penis in her intestines, moaned louder and louder.

Margo's head began to ache from Tanya's loud screams. Tanya was trembling and crying out, practically convulsing in ecstasy. Her hair clung to her face, almost completely obscuring it.

The gray-haired man spanked Margarita on the ass and it seemed to her that his penis would simply tear her intestines. His pressure brought results. The girl arched, screamed, and the next moment a powerful orgasm overtook her. It seemed to her that she was floating in weightlessness.

The objects in the room swirled before her eyes, colors shifting as if a disco ball were spinning overhead. She tried to focus her gaze, but it was in vain. Waves of pleasure surged through every cell of her body. She almost collapsed onto the bed, but Vladimir's strong hands held her firmly.

He panted and grunted, moving sharply and roughly. He pressed his whole body closer to Margo, she felt the sperm shooting out in pulsating movements right into the depths of her intestines. At the same time, her anus hurt and throbbed.

The man wrapped his arms around her waist and breathed deeply. Suddenly, Margo realized that she could no longer hear Tanya. It was as if her friend had fallen silent. Had she lost consciousness? Margo didn't have the strength to turn her head towards her friend. Her head was pounding. Not only did Margo's anal hole hurt, but her whole body hurt.

As if she had just completed an intense workout, she felt every part of her body aching with pain and exhaustion. Vladimir pulled out his penis very slowly, and the girl sighed with relief.

"Are you okay?" Vladimir asked, brushing a strand of hair from her face as he looked at her. "Have you checked out?"

All she could do was blink her eyelashes. She understood the meaning of his words, but she simply couldn't respond. The pain was growing more intense, reminding her of its presence.

When his penis came out of her, something flowed from the back hole down her thighs and pleasantly tickled Margo's skin.

Vladimir gently slapped her cheek.

"Are you all right?" he asked, looking at her with concern.

"Yes," she replied, her voice hoarse from the loud moans.

"Take a little rest for now. It seems your friend has passed out too." He gave Margo a light pat on her backside. "We could use some rest as well, but we'll continue with you later."

"I'm on board with that," Vyacheslav chimed in from the adjacent bed. "It's just age, you know," he sighed.

The men lazily chatted about their recent encounter with such lively girls. They agreed it had been a successful meeting, as they had truly enjoyed their time to the fullest. Gradually, the girls were starting to return to reality.

Margo reached out and touched her anal hole, which was throbbing with pain.

Then she glanced over at Tanya, who lay motionless. It looked as though she had truly lost consciousness. Margo gently nudged her shoulder and turned away slightly. Her smile felt forced. Mascara had smudged across her face, but she still looked decent.

"How are you?" Margo asked, concern lacing her voice.

"I've had worse days. So, this is manageable," Tanya replied, brushing her hair away from her face. "And you?"

"I'm fine, just my backside hurts," she grimaced at the word "backside."

(To be continued in the next chapter.)