La botella en la dacha

The evening at the dacha already smelled of pine and barbecue smoke, but inside me, something else was burning entirely. I'm Alex, a fitness trainer, and I was sitting on a wide wooden couch, while across from me, her tanned legs kicked up on the table, my client Vika was smiling—the same one who'd been torturing me in the gym for two months with those skin-tight leggings. Her eyes sparkled with wine and triumphant mischief.

"So, Alex, admit it. You lost," she purred, running a finger along the neck of the empty champagne bottle. "A bet's a bet. Now I get to choose how you pay up."

Her gaze drifted lower, straight to my shorts, where the fabric was already betraying me. I swallowed hard. The desire that had been building through every single training session was now pounding in my temples.

"Fine, Vika... you win. What's your command?" I asked hoarsely, unable to look away from her full lips.

She stood up, swaying her hips, and walked right up to me. Her thin summer skirt barely covered her firm ass. She leaned in, her warm breath brushing against my ear.

"The bottle, Alex. You're going to fuck me with the bottle. Slowly. Until I scream. And then... then I'll let you cum wherever you want."

Her words knocked the air out of me. I grabbed the cool glass bottle, feeling my palms instantly slick with sweat. Vika let out a low, playful laugh, pulled off her panties, and tossed them onto my lap. The scent of her arousal hit me—sweet, warm, inviting.

"Come on, trainer... show me how you work with your 'equipment,'" she teased, lying back on the couch and spreading her smooth thighs wide. Her pussy was already glistening with moisture, her clit swollen and peeking out, practically begging for attention.

I dropped to my knees between her legs. First, I ran the bottle's neck along the inside of her thigh—she shuddered and let out a soft moan. Then I touched the cold glass to her hot folds. Vika arched her back.

"Oh... cold... but so good... deeper, Alex... don't be scared."

I slowly pushed the narrow neck into her wet slit. The bottle slid in easily for a few inches. Vika bit her lip, her eyes rolling back.

"Yes... just like that... twist it... can you feel how I'm clenching around it?"

The glass was coated in her juices, gleaming. I began to move the bottle gently in and out, rotating it inside her. Every time the neck pushed deeper, a wet, squelching sound filled the air. Vika grabbed a fistful of my hair.

"Faster... fuck me with that goddamn bottle... harder! I want to feel it stretching me..."

Her voice trembled with lust. I picked up the pace, watching her pussy grip the glass, watching her wetness drip down the bottle onto the wooden floor of the dacha. The smell of sex flooded the room. I leaned in and started licking her clit while the bottle kept sliding in and out.

"Fuck... Alex... I'm gonna... don't stop!" she cried out, squeezing her thighs around my head.

The first orgasm hit her hard. Her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down violently around the bottle's neck, pushing it out along with a gush of slick. She was screaming, scratching at my shoulders.

But that was only the beginning. Vika, panting heavily, flipped onto all fours, presenting her juicy ass to me.

"Now in my ass... slowly... I want to feel the bottle in my asshole," she whispered, glancing back over her shoulder with a wicked grin.

I slicked the bottle with her own juices and pressed it against her tight rim. Vika took a deep breath.

"Go on... I'm ready... push it in."

The neck slowly spread her firm cheeks and slid inside. She let out a loud moan, pushing back against it.

"Deeper... fuck my ass with that bottle... yeah, just like that... I'm your little slut tonight..."

I worked the bottle in and out of her asshole while my other hand played with her soaked pussy and rubbed her clit. Vika was shaking her head, hair flying everywhere.

"I can feel it... filling me up... faster, Alex... I want to cum again!"

The rhythm turned rougher. The glass gleamed, sliding in and out of her tight ass with wet, filthy sounds. I couldn't take it anymore. I tossed the bottle aside, got on my knees, and slammed my rock-hard cock into her dripping pussy.

"Now me..." I growled.

"Yes! Fuck me for real!" Vika screamed.

I pounded her deep, my hips slapping against her ass. She came a second time, her pussy squeezing my cock so tight I nearly lost it. I couldn't hold back—I pulled out and shot thick ropes of hot cum across her back and ass. Heavy drops ran down her tanned skin.

Vika collapsed onto the couch, laughing through her ragged breaths.

"Well, trainer... I'm going to win the next bet too. And then you'll owe me double."

I dropped down beside her, kissing her shoulder, and whispered:

"Deal... just save the bottle for next time."