The story began when I was 18 years old. My father owned several shops and boutiques, most of which he rented, and some of which he ran through his apprenticeship. Of course, he himself did not go to the shops and all the work was done by the same students who, of course, he trusted. One of these shops was a clothing boutique inside a passage run by a young man named Mansour. This boy was about 5 years older than me and has been working for my father since he was about 16 and is now 30 years old. He has been married for about 4 years, but both before and after the marriage, he is very keen on brainwashing. I have been very close to him since he was 18 years old because of his interesting definitions and we were very close and he used to tell me all his masterpieces about how a woman or a girl tours and does her work in her own house or her friend's empty house or even in a boutique. These issues were between us and I did not say anything to my father. It did not matter to the opposite sex whether it was a girl, a married man, or a single person, if he felt that he could work with the teacher he had in fattening, he would tell the brain to get the result, and in this way he would not tell any lies to the girls. Mansour kept telling me, "Babak, why are you so helpless with this situation and you are not doing anything?" Mansour even suggested that he could arrange a girl for me, and I always changed the subject. Sometimes when I was in a boutique, he would show me a girl and tell me about the sex he had with her. Or, for example, once he showed a beautiful woman and said that he wants this husband and his heart, I have been working in the method for some time, but it has not worked yet. And some time later, he triumphantly told me about his sex with her. After his marriage, Mansour brought his beautiful wife to the shop, that is, most of the time he was himself, but sometimes when he was not there and he was working, his wife came.
I wondered why she did not give up even after her marriage. It did not concern me either, but I was very careful that a girl or a woman from acquaintances and relatives did not enter this shop. Although Mansour was very rude and unconventional in sex, but in terms of shop work and honesty in accounts and books, his work was very correct and one of the main reasons His stay with my father was the same characteristic. And my father Al-Haq worked a lot for him, especially at a wedding and renting a house for him and starting his first life together. Immediately after graduation, I was accepted to the University of Tehran, and I visited Mansour again, and he told me about his work as usual, and his new subject was why I do not tour one of the student girls. I was not in these phases as usual. One day, shortly after her wedding, I was in Mansour's boutique next to Mansour. I saw three of our classmates, two of whom were from Isfahan and one from the north, in the passage. I did not want them to speak in our boutique at all, but unfortunately all three of them came to the boutique and started greeting us. Lee had come to buy Lee's pants and Mansour also brought them different pants and according to his art he used his tongue well. One of them chose pants and bought them, and the other was supposed to come tomorrow to see the new goods. I also introduced myself to them as just an ordinary friend of Mansour, whom I met through buying from a boutique. After a while, they said goodbye and left. After they left, Mansour brought a pair of pants and said that the girl wanted this. I said in surprise, "Why did you tell the lamb to come tomorrow?" "Well done," he said. I said, "Mansour, look, these are somehow my friends. He answered sarcastically, but I repeated the matter to him seriously, and the one who saw that I was not joking came down and changed the subject. This issue lasted until the next week when I went to him and after a while, Yehu said, "How are you, Elham classmate?" I wondered who was saying that? He laughed and said, "The one who came for the pants." I remember you. Elham was the same girl from Isfahan who was supposed to come tomorrow to see new sexes, but how does she know her name? I was thinking that I saw his family and his details and the number of siblings and he told me a summary of other things related to inspiration. My head whistled and I said, "How do you know that?" He blinked and burst out laughing and explained to me how he had had a stroke and had sex with her, even telling me the details of his limbs and body. Honestly, I got angry with him and told him, Mansour, why did you do this? I told you not to do anything to them!
Mansour said: "Baba is carefree, but it was a piece, if you want, I can match it for you, too, because you do not have an offer." I said, "Shut up, ass, I told you not to do anything to them." I was really kind of jealous. Mansour also jokes about it and tells me some of his organs of inspiration and how to have sex with him, and I get angry. I told her for the first time that she would love it if someone did the same to your sister or wife. Yehu laughed dryly and got angry and serious and said: Babak, we did not have these words. I said answer me. He said: No one can do this because they are not his people. I said what if your wife finds out that you do these things, even with married women? Don't you think he will take revenge on you? Who became angry again and said: he is wrong and he is not a person of these things at all. In short, this issue has passed and I was angry and upset with his work and he also understood this issue. My lesson was over, and at my father's request, I stayed by his side to take care of his shops.
I have a cousin who is about 30 years old, when he was a student in the north, he married a girl from the north, and after coming to Tehran, this woman is beautiful and very open in terms of social attitudes, and her morals were not very popular with her aunt's family. My cousin and his wife (Mahin) and I had a good relationship and we were not very close with Mahin. One day I was going to Mansour in the boutique when I saw that Mahin went in front of me and he happened to go to our boutique. But as long as I waited, he did not come out. I went into the passage for a while and looked at the shop from a distance, which did not surprise me. The shutters of the shop were pulled down. It was about 1 o'clock in the afternoon and I was sure that Mahin did not come out and the passage had no other door. I had guessed, but I hoped it was not true. Or someone pulls down the shutter and locks the door from the inside and is still in the shop. I waited at the end of the passage for about 2 o'clock when I noticed that the door opened from the inside and the shutters of the shop went up. I saw Mansour coming out of the boutique and looking around. I was in a place where you could not see me. The passage was deserted. Mansour went into the boutique and after a while Mahin came out and came to the door of the passage. I hid myself from being seen. The world revolved around me. I understood what was going on there. Mansour had sex with a woman on the balcony of a boutique again, but that woman was my cousin and like my sister. I stood at the door of the confused passage for a few minutes, but finally I regained my composure. I had made a decision that I wanted to make. I went to the boutique and entered. Mansour was a little surprised because I usually went to him around noon or evening. I said to him, "Did you have a smart piece?" I was surprised by this. I said, "Wise, the woman who came out of the boutique!" He looked at me a little in disbelief and then laughed and said: "Babak, where have you been?" I said: "I was coming when I saw that woman came out of the boutique and came back .. ??"
Mansour said: "Yes, it was a piece!" I said, "Well, who do you define for me?" The one who was shocked because he was usually eager to be praised and I had never asked him to tell me so explicitly about his sex, said: "Whenever you want, what are you doing right now? Did you see him and did you correct him?" I told him no, I have to go now and I said goodbye to him and left. I had a small pocket tape recorder that recorded with excellent sound quality and used it in some classes. I decided to record Mansour's definitions. The next day, I went to Mansour with the recording and hid him well. I told him, "Well, define yesterday's topic! Of course, with details like sexy movies! ” The one who was overwhelmed by my passion and Kelly was also happy that I became so interested in his work, told me with greed and completely about his acquaintance, blushing and sex with Mahin, and that this was the second time that he had sex with her and She is married and northern and many other things. From that day on, I tried to record a few other juicy definitions of her. I even wanted her to redefine the flow of inspiration, and for several days I talked to her under various pretexts about her sex, especially with married women and girls, and I told them all. I recorded and unloaded their tape. I put about 3 hours of his definition, which had good sound quality and good detail, on the main tapes. Now it was my turn to wait and get to his account. About a month later, he had to go to the port on a four-day trip to bring sex and come to the store instead of his wife (Afsaneh).
On the first day, at 9 o'clock in the morning, I went to the boutique. The legend had just arrived. He was a little surprised to see me. I greeted him and said that I had nothing to do today. We started talking and we talked about every door. Afsaneh, because I was the son of a boutique owner and his employer, for example, tried very hard to have air. The summary of our conversation was drawn to marriage and choosing a wife and the selection criteria. I asked him, "What was your criterion for choosing Mansour?"
He said the same things that many people say, including honesty and decency! I said, "What if a woman finds out that her husband is not the one she is showing?"
"What do you mean?" He said.
I said, "For example, to understand that he is doing wrong."
"Well, a lot of men do wrong," he said.
I said, "Anything wrong?" Like everyone? For example, what if a man is looking for another woman? ”
He said, "No, this is no longer wrong. This is treason."
I said, "So?"
"So what?" He said.
I said, "If one betrays, what should the other do?"
He said, "In life you lose everything you lose." Although his answer was not completely clear, it was almost what I wanted to hear, but I still had one or two more steps to turn.
I was silent for a while and lowered my head and showed myself thinking.
The legend broke the silence and said, "What did you mean by that?"
I said, "Legend (I had never called her by such a small name). What would you do if you knew a secret about a man who was cheating on his wife and having sex with married women and various girls?"
The legend, who was overwhelmed with surprise and his beautiful face was in this spectacular state, said after a while of silence, "I told his wife well so that she would know what he's doing."
I said, "Well, that might ruin a life together."
He said, "Excuse me, what is cohabitation, living with married women and people's daughters !!?" This time I looked more thoughtful and sad and fell silent with a sigh.
The legend, who was curious, said, "Babak, what are these words?" What do you want to say? ”
As my head was down after my long pause
I said, "I know one of these people."
The legend said in disbelief, "You !!?"
As my head was down, I said quietly, "Yes, and maybe you know too !!" And I was silent so that the effect of this sentence would completely penetrate him. The legend that he was confused, confused and curious
He said, "Who?" I? I know !!? ”
Without saying anything to him, I went to the small tape recorder in the shop and put one of the tapes on it, leaving the legend cassette alone in a state of surprise and confusion, and went to the boutique. "Listen to that tape, lock the boutique door from you," and I walked out of the boutique. It was 10:30, I had to entertain myself for a while. I returned to the boutique at about 12 o'clock. The door was locked. I knew the myth was in the boutique. I knocked on the door, no one came, I was there for about 10 minutes and I knocked on the door alternately until finally the legend came forward and when he saw that I was, he opened the door. I went in, pulled the shutters and locked the door from behind. The legend was behind me. I called out to him. His back was horrible. Meanwhile, a juicy slap hit me. I was not ready, I lost my balance a bit and I grabbed his two arms. It was the first time my hand touched his body. With a relatively loud voice
I said, "Legend!"
"Who did you know !?" he said commandingly and angrily.
I said "a long time"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"It did not concern me," I said.
"Why did you say that now?"
I said, "Because he betrayed me too."
The legend, who was surprised, said, "To you ?!"
I said "yes" and pointed to those two definitions of Mahin and Elaheh, which were both on the first strip.
I said, "Now, have you seen that both of us have been betrayed ?!"
Afsaneh threw her arms around my neck and put her head on my chest and started crying. I was not ready to do this. I also put my hand around his neck and since his scarf had fallen off, I caressed his hair and slowly put my hand on his waist and back and caressed them, and he did not object. About 10 minutes later, he separated from me and wiped his tears with the back of his hand. I told him for a while, "It's not good here, let's go to the top of the boutique." I sat on the couch and took her hand and sat down next to me. He did not resist. He was confused. I washed my hands and face and told him to wash his hands and face and tidy himself up, but he was in a different state. I poured a glass of water in front of the legend and poured all the water on his face. Suddenly he got up like lightning. He did not know what to do. I gave her my handkerchief to dry her face. Then I told him to tidy up. Like people who have no control over themselves, he started washing his hands and face, and then tidied his face and hair a little. I asked him to sit next to me on the couch, which he did. I kissed her face very slowly. He did not react. I rubbed my hand on his neck and face and he did not do anything, he was just staring at one point.
I said to him, "Well, what should we do?" And I repeated again. After silence
"I do not know," he said.
I said, "Look, you and I have a common pain and we can help each other."
The legend that was gradually coming out of the state of confusion
"How are you?" He said.
I said "revenge"
He said, "Revenge ?!" I mean, should we kill him ?! ”
I said, "No, maybe his other name is Qisas."
He asked skeptically, "Retribution?" what do you mean?"
I should have said it bluntly and said, "My love, I love you. If you want, we can have a relationship, we will take revenge on it and we will enjoy it." And then I got a kiss on his cheek.
He said, "But… !!"
I said, "But what ?!" I took her hand and approached her face and kissed her. I picked him up from the couch and stood in front of him and took a fiery lip from him. At first it was hard, but then he cooperated and turned his tongue skillfully. I separated from him and went to the stairs
I said, "Think about it, don't bother yourself too much." I went downstairs and sat down on a chair. A quarter of an hour later, when I saw that the legend was calling to me, I went upstairs and from the scene I saw, it hit me hard. The legend was naked and was wearing nothing but shorts and was sitting on the couch. I took a few steps forward but did not have the strength to work. The duodenum, however, was straight. The legend came forward and said "Babak, are you ready too?"
Now he was relatively dominant and I was stunned. He brought his two hands to my face and took my lips from mine, and guided my two hands to his back. I also slowly came to my senses. The legend then landed in front of me, unbuckled my pants belt and pulled it down. Then he took me to the couch and sat on the floor in front of me and took off my shorts and went to my back and started to suck them. It eats or licks my testicles. It was clear that after four years of being with Mansour, even if he was infertile, thanks to the presence of a husband because he was a skilled woman in sex.
I grabbed his head and held it.
I said to her, "What can I do for you in sex?"
"Whatever you want," he said with his drooping eyes.
I said, "Another request, I want unprotected sex. I want you to say no to whatever I want."
He accepted my words with a nod. Because I was sure he would come in and I was worried about his obedience, I knew we would have good sex. I put her on the sofa and started eating her breasts and took off her shorts and started stroking and eating her pussy. His voice was arithmetic. I still do not know why Mansour was looking for other women with this woman.
I tried very hard to keep myself from running out of water. Thanks to Mansour's definitions and hanging sex stories, I was also theoretically skilled and now I had to act on them. As he was on the couch, I opened his legs and lifted his thighs and gently tucked my cream into it. It was wet and hot.
His buttocks that hit Ronham were so good! What buttocks! I took off my cream and picked up the laundry soap and hit my head and pushed my head a little to Afsaneh. I gently pushed my head. It was more of an insect. When he wanted to remember the water, I turned it on and emptied the water with pressure on his beautiful chest, and we both fell to the ground. After about 10 minutes, I got up, brought her a handkerchief, gave it to her, kissed her, thanked her, and cleaned myself. She tidied herself up. We just remembered that it was past 2 o'clock and we did not have lunch. The legend had returned to normal, although he was still confused, but it was easier. We joked and talked from every door. Roman was already open.
Legend has it that you have a good illusion, you are smart!
I said, "Thanks to Mansour Agha Choob's definitions, he will also become a sex teacher!"
And I laughed, and he laughed, and we joked again, and he yelled at us again. I told him I just wanted you to kiss me, and he started a career. Because my water had come before, it took a long time and I tried different situations of the sack, I stood up and he sucked me and I put one foot on his shoulder and I felt very good when I saw him under my feet and he ate my cream with hunger. Then I put him to sleep and put my cock in front of his face so that he could eat and lick my cock and testicles. He was lying face down. I told him to drink my water! And this time he nodded his head, which means agreement (interestingly, I found out that he is one of those women who likes to be a slave) and added that he sucked hard when he wanted me to drink water. His mouth is watery and he is bothered. Some of the water went into his mouth and some from his lips flowed down his chest and he started licking my head with his tongue. I was sweating and tired. I lay on the couch. Afsaneh came to me and started caressing me, and I caressed and kissed him reciprocally.
He told me, "Do not think that I had sex with you only because of Mansour's works, but I also loved you."
I told her, "Darling, I love you too."
I said, "What are you doing with Mansour?"
He said, "It doesn't matter anymore. Another life. Now I enjoy my life like that."
We talked a lot and when we wanted to go, we parted. I was supposed to go to him tomorrow. I went to him tomorrow at noon and he invited me to bleed them at night
He said, "We are more comfortable at home," and he winked at me. We were like a couple and we were very comfortable together. Until Mansour returned from the port, we had sex once again in a boutique and once again in the house of Afsaneh. When Mansour returned, the situation was the same as before, and neither I nor Afsaneh did anything. Since then, I have had sex with Afsaneh at least once a week, and this was often done during the day in Afsaneh's house and when Mansour was in a boutique. In Mansour's definitions, now I also used to describe my sex, which was in fact sex with his wife, and he unknowingly applauded and said, "Finally, I started you too."
I would say, "Yes, Master." My flow and the legend of a year that continues and we are all in the same state.
