The hotel was owned by twin brothers, Tim and Tom. They were Dutch, but spoke excellent Russian, as the overwhelming majority of tourists in their hotel were from Russia and Ukraine. Above the bar counter hung a large photograph in a frame, on which a large, pretty woman stood surrounded by two similar boys. Knowledgeable people said that this woman picked up the brothers in infancy and raised them. They did not know their mother, they idolized her and even named a hotel in her honor.
Tom, shaven with a small beard and a black bandage on his left eye, which made him look like a pirate, was in charge of the bar. Tim, whose left cheek was crossed by a ragged scar, was both an administrator and a bouncer. The rumor of the people said that in their youth the brothers belonged to the street gang, and such a stormy life left its mark on their faces. But the stern look and impressive dimensions allowed them to conduct their business now resolutely and firmly. Looking at the six-foot men with huge muscles, rarely anyone decided to make a riot and a mess in the institution. Even violent sailors from foreign ships and shaggy bikers behaved decently, trying not to hurt ordinary visitors.
At first, Anya, settling in this hotel, intuitively avoided the owners, fearing their appearance. But gradually she got used to polite treatment and unobtrusive service, finding some kind of zest in it. So this time, a few months after the divorce from her husband, Anya again decided to visit familiar places. The flow of tourists almost dried up, and it pleased her. It was possible to relax and without restraint from divorce cases and decide how to live further.
She settled in a familiar room, and spent days wandering around the city, enjoying peace and solitude. The brothers greeted her every morning, politely taking interest in her health. In the evenings, she loved to sit at a table, near the bar, and watch others. A couple of times they tried to get acquainted with her, but by her tacit agreement Tim stopped all attempts. He surreptitiously watched her, trying not to notice. A pretty forty-year-old brunette with big hips and big breasts, the woman vaguely reminded the brothers that her mother had replaced them and who left this world untimely two years ago.
On this Saturday day, Anna, as usual, walked through the city streets. It was warm, sunny weather, and time flew by. Evening came, the sun went down, the sky clouded over with clouds. He began to drizzle a boring rain, and the woman in a light summer dress felt a chill. In the oncoming twilight, she hardly navigated in unfamiliar streets. A sharp whistle made her shudder. Looking back, the woman saw a group of four teenagers approaching her. Anya tried to speed up her step, but the trio of street hooligans were already ahead. A moment later she was in the ring, her bag was torn out of her hands, the blade of the discharge knife clicked predatoryly around her face. Chunky blond painfully squeezed his neck, clasping her back hand. A skinny young man with a “mohawk”, from whom an incredible stench emanated, grinning hysterically, launched long unwashed hands under her dress, trying to get to her panties. Gathering her last strength, Anna screamed shrilly, but only a deafening cackle served as an answer. Suddenly, the grip loosened and the woman was thrown against the wall. Falling into the mud, she through tears saw her offenders fall under crushing blows. The fight ended after a few minutes. Strong hands raised her from the ground, and Anya suddenly saw Tim's disfigured face. Nearby Tom threw a jacket over her shoulders: “Madame, this is a very restless region. What the hell have you brought here? ”Without noticing the rudeness, the woman babbled something in response, swallowing tears mixed with rain. A quarter of an hour later they reached the hotel. Taking her to the room, the twins went down to the bar.
Stripping off her dress that stuck to her body, Anya got into a hot bath. Re-experiencing the event, the woman cried, because if not for the brothers, she could have been raped, even killed. Rinsing, she stood for a long time in front of the mirror, looking at her reflection. A large, slightly sagging bosom, a barely visible belly, unnecessarily, in her opinion, wide hips - all this made her sigh in sorrow. In her heart, Anya considered herself quite attractive, but her husband’s betrayal settled her insecurity.
After throwing a white fluffy dressing gown over her naked body, Anna went into the room and sat on the bed. For the first time, the loneliness of her scarecrow, but even more frightened her world around. There was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” she barely heard, but she seemed to be heard. On the threshold stood Tim with a tray in his hands. Tom was hesitating behind him.
- Have a drink. This will help relieve stress. - Tim handed her a filled glass. Anya shook her head. Alcohol was never interesting to her. Tom pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it and handed it to the woman. She took a few puffs, and the room was filled with tart flavor.
“Weed cigarette” flashed through her mind, but there was no particular alarm. And in general, Anya felt lightness in her whole body. Dark thoughts slowly left her. She gently ran her hand over Tim's cheek and said: "And you are not at all scary, even despite the scar." Tom walked around the bed and set the tray on the bedside table. Tim rubbed his cheek and suddenly said: “You, too, did not miss. You can even drown out the ship’s siren with a scream. ” Anya laughed merrily and fell over on the bed. Her head hung down, her eyes were half-closed, and her wet hair was flowing down like a waterfall. Surprised by the sudden silence, the woman opened her eyes and stumbled upon the gaze of Tom's single eye. Looking down, she gasped softly. The floors of the dressing-gown were wide open, and a large breast with brown nipples appeared before the brothers in all its glory, and her slightly trimmed legs were trimmed with a “cave”. Being under the crossfire of his burning eyes, Anya felt her chest tense, her nipples harden, and below she began to moisten treacherously. Perhaps it was a long abstinence, or maybe it was the result of a smoked cigarette.
Tom, bent, pressed his lips to her mouth, simultaneously clasping his chest. Strong fingers gently pulled on excited nipples, palms almost completely covered large hemispheres. Anya tried to wriggle, struggling with increasing pleasure, but found that the hips were already captured. This Tim, not wanting to stand aside, already completely naked, gladly caressed her nature. His lips covered the inner side of the thighs with kisses, and his fingers gently parted the doors, shining with moisture, and plunged inside. For a moment, frozen, they began to slide increasing the pace. The second hand undividedly seized the slippery tubercle, each touch to which pierced the woman as if with current.
With a blurred look, she saw Tom leaning over her face. With a wadded hand, the woman reached for the belt buckle, and a little effort was crowned with victory. Stepping over slipped trousers, one of the brothers appeared before her in all its glory. The developed organ, twined by veins and having at least 18 centimeters in length, swayed before her eyes, as if inviting for closer acquaintance. Anna never considered herself a hypocrite, and soon her tongue, and then her mouth, conscientiously acquainted with the new "friend." Judging by the barely restrained moans, the acquaintance was successful. Anya screamed louder. That Tim supported the attack with his tongue. He, like a moth, fluttered between her widely spread legs, exploring the swollen tubercle and bravely diving inside.
As if delirious, Anna for a few seconds broke away from Tom, to take a breath. To her surprise, Tim actively began to conquer the new territory. Wet flesh surrendered under a gentle onslaught, and the last bastion fell. From surprise, the woman wanted to resist, but her voice did not obey. And then, under the influence of gentle hands, she was flooded with such a flow of pleasure that she turned off for a moment.
Having difficulty recovering herself, Anya discovered a permutation. Now her language was getting acquainted with another “friend,” whose owner just as anxiously and purposefully crushed her swollen breasts. And an old acquaintance had already stopped at her burning womb, slightly resting on a hillock covered with sparse vegetation. A second respite, and the elastic flesh invades its possessions again. Muscular arms lifted the hips of the woman with ease, allowing the “friend” to go deeper and deeper. After some time, the brothers switched places, allowing Ana to take a little breath. After several such "changes of dishes" she could hardly guess which of them was who. Exhausted from a series of orgasms, the woman was ready to beg for mercy. And it seemed the sky heard it. The brothers synchronously detached from her hot body. Tim sank beside her on the bed, his hands behind his head. Anya barely turned over on her stomach, sprawled loosely over the surface. Glancing at the man lying next to her, she saw a mysterious grin on his face. The woman felt a trick, but did not have time to do anything. She only got up on her knees, noting that the "friends" had not lost their combat fervor at all. The next minute, the woman was already taking in Tim, receiving a portion of new sensations. Swaying evenly, she felt Tim's hands stroking her thighs and buttocks, and at this time Tom covered her neck and back with kisses, simultaneously twisting at the breast.
Merging with Tim in the kiss, the girl tried to take a breath. She felt this man inside herself, playfully clutching his body with her womb. The game amused both, but Tim remembered his brother. While he was digging into the lips of a woman, firmly pressing his waist to his chest, Tom gently, but at the same time, insistently directed his gun to an unprotected, but attractive target - her brown anus. Anya froze, waiting for the pain, but Tom was affectionate and patient. Slowly, with caution, he entered her from behind, giving him the opportunity to get used to the new sensations. With each movement of hot male bodies, Anya felt an unearthly tide of pleasure. Finally, Tom plunged into it completely and stopped motionless. Pierced by both, the woman frantically moved her pelvis, no longer having the ability to restrain herself. Taking its movement for the call to action, the brothers began to attack. She felt every cell as two hot pistons voluptuously torment her body. With every second, accelerating the pace, the men performed a love dance. The girl no longer screamed. She bit her lips and frantically clutching at the blanket, barely audible mumbled something. Sliding between strong male bodies, the woman felt as if she was flattening her, and the next minute two hot fountains exploded inside her.
Wide-eyed, Anya looked at the bright sun outside the window. Throwing back the sheet, sweetly stretched. Near the bed, a tall glass of juice stood on a tray, and a pair of air cakes lay. The clock on the wall showed noon. There was a ringing silence in the room. After eating breakfast quickly, she slipped into the bathroom. The hands of the clock showed half past one, when refreshed and a woman came out of the shower. Like a hurricane, an unknown force threw her up, forcing her to lose support. Anya screamed in fright, the towel slipped from her hands. Throwing wet hair from her face, Tim leaned against her lips, tightly clutching in his arms. Nearby was a smiling Tom.
Today we decided to have a day off at the hotel. Tim gently lowered her to the floor. Anna gracefully walked to the bed, not hiding her nakedness. Hair scattered over her shoulders and chest, a large drop of water, running down her back, disappeared between the lush buttocks. She sat down on the bed and folded, like an exemplary schoolgirl, hands on her knees, the woman said mysteriously: "It seems I know what to offer to the hospitable owners!" Through the slightly closed eyelids, she looked at the approaching men, feeling in the depths of her body the flaming fire of desire ...