Sex Looks Good On Her

I turned on my phone camera and smiled at my reflection in the bedroom mirror.

"Hey there, my little Zhenya... Today's March 8th, and your Mistress decided this holiday is going to be truly scorching. Sex looks good on me, doesn't it?" I ran my palm up my thigh, smooth in black stockings. "I'm recording everything for you. Every single drop."

I slipped into a deep burgundy dress that hugged my tits and barely covered the tops of my stockings. Underneath—the lace set you gave me for New Year's. Stiletto heels. Heavy, sweet perfume trailing behind me. I left my apartment in Sevastopol and drove to the biggest mall in the city.

The first guy was standing by the jewelry display. Tall, around forty, wearing an expensive coat. I stepped closer, pretending to admire the earrings.

"Beautiful, right?" I said softly, brushing his sleeve.

"Would look even better on you," he answered, his voice low.

Ten minutes later we were in a fitting room at the boutique next door. I stood with my palms pressed flat against the mirror, dress hiked up to my waist.

"Watch, Zhenya," I whispered into the camera I held in my hand. "He's already inside me... So thick, so hard... Nothing like your little thing."

The guy gripped my hips tight and drove in deep, steady rhythm. I bit my lip to keep from moaning too loud. When he came, I spun around fast, dropped to my knees, and caught the last spurts in my mouth. Hot cum flooded my tongue.

"Thanks for the gift," I smiled, showing the camera my full mouth before swallowing.

Guy number two and three were at the café. One bought me a bracelet, the other—perfume. I led them into a dark corner hallway behind the stairs. Standing between them, I took turns sucking their cocks while they groped my tits and rubbed my wet pussy through my panties. Then one fucked me doggy-style, pressing me against the wall, and the other came all over my face. I wiped it off with his own tie.

"Zhenya, can you see how good their cum looks on me?" I whispered, staring into the lens.

The movie theater was even easier. The place was half-empty. I sat in the back row between two strangers. While the film played, my hand worked one, then the other. Then I straddled the first, sinking slowly down on his thick cock. My moans drowned in the explosions blasting from the screen.

"Deeper... yeah, just like that..." I breathed into his ear. "Fuck me harder, so my husband can watch it later."

The second one slid into me from behind when I leaned forward. Two cocks stretching me at once, and I could barely hold back from screaming. The orgasm hit me sudden—legs shaking, pussy clenching hard, and I came, flooding both of them with my juices.

In the parking garage I found three more. One turned out to be the owner of a fancy car. They pulled me into the back of his SUV. I lay on the leather seat, dress hiked up, stockings torn in a few places. They passed me around however they wanted—mouth, pussy, mouth again. One guy took his time pounding my ass hard while I sucked two cocks at once.

"Cum... all of you... inside me..." I begged between moans. "I want to be full tonight."

They came almost at the same time. Hot ropes of cum splashed across my face, my tits, and deep inside me. I lay there, breathing heavy, smiling into the camera.

"Zhenya, darling... I collected eight men. Plus two necklaces, earrings, and a purse. But that's not all."

In the women's restroom I ran into two girlfriends who were also celebrating. Both were a little drunk and curious. I just walked up and kissed one of them. A minute later the three of us locked ourselves in a big stall. I sat on the edge of the sink, legs spread, while one of them greedily licked my pussy full of another man's cum. The other kissed my lips and squeezed my tits.

"You taste so sweet even after them..." she whispered, licking my folds.

I came two more times—from their tongues and fingers. Then I made them kneel and take turns licking my ass and clit while I filmed it all.

When I finally got home, my dress was wrinkled, stockings run, face and body marked with the night's passion. I sat naked in front of the camera, spread my legs, and showed everything I'd collected that evening.

"This is the gift I gave myself for March 8th, sweetheart. And I left you the best part—watching and jerking off your tiny cock. Sex really does look good on me, doesn't it?"

I ran a finger along my wet slit, gathered a drop of another man's cum, and slowly licked it off, staring straight into the lens.

"Happy holiday, my cuckold."