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I meet Anna Slavko in Sofia, Bulgaria. She works in a luxury clothing shop in the city. What initially attracts me to her is the tight grey skirt she’s got on, pressing against her slender curves. Her long bronze legs command authority as she strides over to the changing rooms in high heels. Her shiny brown hair falls by her shoulders.
I look around the shop, picking up a couple of Lacoste polo shirts, white and navy blue. The little green crocodile reminds me of past holidays in the sunny Mediterranean, where Lacoste shops sit along prestigious arcades, backing onto sleepy piazzas.
As I get near the changing room area, I spot Anna Slavko again. She’s busily putting hangers back on clothes people have tried on. Then, as I’m admiring the view, she drops a hanger on the floor. She crouches down to get it, but as she does so I can’t help but glimpse at the little black and white dotted underwear she’s showing beneath her skirt, probably a thong. Naughty girl. She quickly stands back up. But now I want her.
I charm this Bulgarian brunette as I pay for my Lacoste shirts. And I invite her for a drink in my hotel bar later. She accepts. Drinks go well; we flirt, get tipsy, a little frisky. And by the end we’re sitting next to each other on a couch in the corner, lips locked, cocktail glasses empty. I slide my hand a little way up her bare thigh until it’s just under her skirt. She’s turned on by the risqué behaviour in this 5* hotel.
Now we’re back in my room, a half-empty bottle of Champagne on the bedside, Anna Slavko’s grey skirt and white blouse on the floor. She lies back on the bed in black and white dotted bra. Her legs are together and her private area is concealed by a tiny thong. She looks anxious, but she wants me to take control of her slender body.
I put her arms above her head while I slide my hand down her flat stomach and into her little thong. She tenses up, breathes in, closes her eyes. I move my fingers slowly around her smooth flower, almost inserting them into her, teasing her until I can feel she’s getting warm and wet.
Then I reach over to the bedside table and pick up my Polo Ralph Lauren fragrance bottle. It’s tall and round, with a big ball top. I slide the bottle slowly down Anna’s flat stomach, the cold glass making her tense up. Then I ease her legs apart, her feet resting on the bed, her knees in the air.
Under her little black thong I start to push the tall round bottle into her, the cold glass making her flinch and breath in as it goes up. She’s wet, so the bottle moves up inside her with relative ease. I push it up as far as it will go, covering it with the front her tight thong to stop it coming out.
With the bottle deep inside her, I turn Anna over onto her front. And slowly I slide her string thong down just over her firm ass. I move the bottom of her underwear to one side, and the bottle slowly slides out onto the bed between her legs. She sighs relief.
But without giving her time to recover, I enter hard from behind, pushing my length all the way up into her. Her legs jerk as I go in, trying to close. But my whole body is wedged between her. She’s wide open and there’s nothing she can do. I push up as far as I can go. She lets out a little whimper.
Then I pull all the way out, letting her think she can relax. But without pause, I push all the way in again. She opens her mouth, forces her face into the pillow. Like a machine, I go in and out, faster and faster. Now I’m pinning her arms behind her back with one hand, and clutching her hair with the other. It’s too much for her.
As the steam train drives its way into her tunnel again and again, eventually she explodes, moaning and gasping for breath, her body taut as a rock. But I keep going, not letting up. I keep pumping her hard while she recovers, not giving her any respite. She’s still chirping as I blow up inside her, finally coming to a stop.
I pull my body off and lie on my back looking up at the ceiling. Then I reach for the half-empty Champagne bottle and take a swig. It’s been a good day in Bulgaria.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/2t1o3x/anna_tries_to_close_her_legs_but_the_bottle_keeps
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