Panties Thieves Inc

The memories I had writing in my memoirs I wrote clinching on my first sweet sixteen panties the father took from me. It was a red rose garden I rode on him in his palms my mother left to buy us a birthday cake.

It was. The Love Convention the Russian Federation sponsored. 

"They deceived us!" The other brother vented while spotting a hard-on. 

He comes in between me and the wall, messing with my balance. I bend over and grip his thigh for support instead. Deciding to mess with him, I use one hand to massage his balls, I feel him freeze at the spot. 

"You like it?" 

My hands moved right from his shaft right to his head. It tweaked under my hood and hardened. I fell on the sleeping bag when I lost balance, it was hard keeping up. 

The Marciuzawa brothers had it. I blinked.

The sleeping bag was pushed to the corner while we pleasure ourselves. I could feel a finger encircling inside me. It started with just one and then there was four. I arched my back to get more, he was hitting my G-spot. 

I was a fly body.

His brother sucked hard on my nipple, intensifying the feeling. I moaned in ecstasy when the feeling grew. Then I felt myself release on his fingers.

Oh! Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree! The carol song once again sifted through the window. It was open allowing the cool breeze carrying the sound of the music into the building. I found the situation funny and burst into a small laughter. 

I was giving my Christmas presents earlier to two former professional soldiers from the Republic of Lithuania. 

They needed fun. I needed Sandhurst Officers military hotel master key access to see army general's while their wives, sons and daughters would enjoy full English breakfast downstairs. 

They stayed in Marble Arch. 

It was like my Elle's Recruits Agency manager told me. I should lobby myself for my models. 

I took films of my Sandhurst mannequins. 

It was just fitting, I was getting myself a gift in the arms of these brothers. I was certain they would come in handy sometime to me. All I needed to do was to have them on my side.

"Have you had any fun for a long time?" I made my words clear. 

I'm on top again and I grind hard against my partners pelvic. I hum to the carol singing with a smile on my face. It was the perfect Christmas orgy, worthy of celebrating the day.

*.*

Sometime in the night I left the sleeping duo for Renato. 

He was the male I truly had interest in. I knew his room and sort out for him. After my time with the brothers I took a shower while they rested. In no time they had dozed off, I was disappointed. It worked well for me at the moment so I was a bit thankful for that.

I took care not to be seen within the corridors. The sound of flesh pounding against flesh filled the house, their was also the constant creak sound. It was the bed hitting against the thin walls. I continued moving, paying less attention to this. My mind was fixated on just Renato.

The door to his room was slightly opened, it was unusual. Men like this were usually safety conscious and this was out of character. I pushed the open slowly and scanned the area for anyone's presence. 

His bed was perfectly made and I thought of the girl he had been with earlier.

Didn't they end up in bed together? I knew I sent a few more agency girls to have him milked. 

My teeth clenched at that thought. Then I reprimanded myself for harboring such. I walk into the room with my eyes darting about, wondering my next line of action. 

A hand covered my mouth and pinned me directly against the wall. I whimpered at the swiftness of the act and the pain that followed. It was exactly who I sought, Renato.

"You?" He questions while looking straight into my eyes. 

"You should be back in the traitors bedroom." 

I stayed still in his arms, curious how this would play out. He gently released me from his hold but still had his watchful eyes on me. 

"What are you doing here?" He inquires, his Russian accent pouring into those words. His still gestapo eyes look in my pure eyes of Thailand. 

I curled my toes at the wave of desire that shot through me. Still, I don't respond. Instead, I gazed at him. He pulls himself towards me and sings my neck. His hot breath against my skin maybe shivers.

"You shower, but you still smell like them." I let him continue to trail my body. He stops right below my earlobe and bites it hard. I sucked in a deep breath, clutching his clothing tightly. He sucks me lightly while pushing back the hair from my face.

"Ahh! I see what you want. But can you handle what I have to offer?" He questions before lifting me off that spot and throwing me straight on the bed. 

I was still sore from the last encounter, but my desire for Renato grew. He was the key to earning the power I craved.

"No undergarment?" 

He states, cupping me below. In slow movements, he caressed the surface, and I grip the sheets so hard in anticipation. He plays my folds with his fingers like a guitarist would his instrument. 

Back and forth, before inserting two fingers inside me. I arched my back and pushed further desiring more of him. He doesn't oblige my body's request and continues his slow torture with his fingers. 

"You're still wet. I wonder if it's the brothers or for me." 

He draws a pattern across my bare abdomen. 

The hand takes my hard nipples into his mouth and grazes his teeth over it. I shot up from the intense feeling I got but he pushed me down. 

"You don't get to do that now, darling." 

He parts my leg and gently enters me. I feel him pause for a while to allow me get used to his size. It made my heart beat at the gesture but I forced the feeling away. There was no time for such.

He begins in slow movements, his movements made me ache for more. 

Impatient, I wrapped my legs around his waist and gripped him tightly. With careful precision I pushed further into his pelvic to quicken his pace. He took that as a cue and picks up his speed. The gentle Renato was long gone and in his place was a rogue. He rammed into my core while I tried to keep up. 

I feel him expand within me and he pulls out immediately.

"Fuck the condom." He tried to finish off with his hands but I stopped him. I kneel right in front of him with my face directly across his hard-on. 

"We should do it outside the brothers' doors before I am back to kiss them good night?" 

I take his balls into my mouth and suck on it slowly. 

He grips my hair tightly and pushes me further towards his hard self. 

"The Eastern European dirty dick is so hard and huge like a dirty trick I cannot swallow." 

I take the second pair and suck it really hard. 

He takes deep breaths and releases my hair. Instead he brushes it back and gently pats my head.

I kissed the cap and followed the veins along his stiffness. My tongue followed the path, enjoying how much he shook in my hands. 

I took his hard member into my mouth and began sucking hard on it. He was a lot bigger than I had anticipated and wondered just how he fit into me. 

Then he explodes in my mouth, dropping to the bed. I swallowed every drop of his before dropping to his side.

My black fingernails cleaned my blue-velvet hair and pearl necklace along my firm breasts to my cheeks to lift everything back to my mouth. 

The sweet pineapple apple pen. It was my first love song. I sang karaoke and enjoyed Ban Toya's hard piece in his condo. 

"How is your wife?" I was gasping for air. My nipples three centimetres fully out showing I was dropping wet and ready to see the brothers. 

The moment I shared his family honey. 

"Ligita Stratford? She is fine. I think she is seeing my stepson I am paying for…" 

He unloads like in a sweet spandex suit. It was his problem that he never finished in one burst. It made me blink in one eye. 

It was playfully. 

I always told my students to separate bad vowels like it was a bad seed. 

"You have a great day at work like I would eat you like a chicken tonight. I would like to smell your perfume and drink from your purple nipples erected in my mouth."

My Ban Toya made his words clear once more, licking it up. 

It was the very night I had a sweet dream when my Ban Toya returned back to me.

I was sleeping between two customers. 

They were brothers and with an attractive fifty percent discount. 

I allowed them to pay 500 pounds per night. When I was luring and lobbying Renato Olympo for his crime syndicate contacts and stealing a copy of the Sandhurst Officers Hotel master key. 

We would see them in a Love Motel.