Some words of me: every of my stories happens in Moscow, Russia, (it's my homeland and I'm a Russian. Thus, my English isn't good enough, but I try to do my best), and there are no usual American details like football, (or American football, there is only soccer), no cheerleader squad, no any fever on how fucking great it is to screw that cheerleader slut, no school bus, (everyone can reach a school on foot in 5 mins max), and so on. Some of my stories are available only on my web page.
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Polina was very glad that she had passed entrance exams at the Moscow State University with flying colors. If God allowed her, within five years she'd become a teacher.
Some weeks ago Polina celebrated her 18th birthday at party with a bunch of her friends. She got carried away, had too much liquor, and being drunk lost her virginity. He was a nice, she thought so at that time, college guy, but she dumped him later as she found out that he was a drug-addict.
Since that first day of fucking him Polina felt like a total slut. I mean Polina now thought of sex nearly every moment of her post virgin life and masturbated twice a day. She could not understand what had happened to her, she was suddenly a sex-addict.
Polina was considered a nice girl of 18, with perky tits, lovely-shaped legs, and tight ass. She had a somewhat sluttish look and as you studied her you found that she had what some men would call bedroom eyes. She was 5'1" tall and weighed a perfect 109 pounds. Polina was from an affluent family and her parents were strict and they, of course, believed that she was a good girl (I mean a virgin one).
When Polina found out that she was accepted into the university she was very anxious to make her parents happy and proud of her. After calling them at their corelian cottage, (all her family liked spending holidays in snowy mountains), to check in and let them know she made it ok, she threw a party to celebrate her success. It was so pity there was no opportunities for her to have sex after dumping her dope-head. Since the first day Polina had fucked her ex, she had felt like a slut. The party with her friends was enjoyable but it lacked the real punch that she had come to crave.
Several days passed and Polina became more obsessed; she wanted to rock at parties and flirt with hunks, like all the girls at that age do. She had no luck meeting men at the parties, so she started surfing Internet dating sites as a method to hook up, but the majority of men that she contacted sent her messages like, "Wanna screw, slut?" Polina disliked the type of guy who would send a message like that, but there were a few that that were promising and those who were good appeared in her ICQ contact list. It seemed so funny to her when she added some smiles to sentences in some of her chats. Chatting on the internet was a safe way to have fun. One of the men she was chatting with quickly became her favorite. This lovely stranger made her smile.
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One day a friendly stranger sent her a message as she logged in at ICQ. Polina had contacted him several times and she adored her budding relationship with him. Polina adored him. So, even though it was strange that he asked her to appreciate a picture of a girl, she agreed.
She was just going to say the picture was great without actually opening it, but curiosity got the best of her. As she looked at the picture, Polina got panic-stricken. It was a picture of hers that was taken at her former boyfriend's place. It was a very compromising photo that she was totally unaware existed. She was on her back on his bed wearing nothing but a tiny panty, her breasts in full view and even he pubic hair was visible through the thin silk.
Polina thought that if this was circulated on the Internet and it could be seen by her parents, (oh, Holy cow!!!) her friends, (they would guess that she was a fucking slut) or someone in the education department. (Oh my God, she could be rejected from attending any university due to her naughty behavior.) She could never allow herself to go through such humiliation. Polina got really pale as she thought about the horrible things that could happen. An ICQ message interrupted her.
-Hey, whattaya think of the fucking slut on that snap? If you wish I'll be able to give you a pile of snaps and videos of her too!!!)))
Polina had almost fainted. He had too much of her and she wasn't even aware of how pictures or video had been taken. She thought about the things she had done with that asshole and she began shaking. She tried to control her emotions and finally typed a response.
-Man, where did you find that shit?
-Ohh, honey, it's sooooo funny when you think about it like this. I got it in exchange from your stupid boyfriend!)))
Polina got really pissed out. Then it got worse.