The Sperm Hunter or The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Friday evening, the gf is on her way to her province to visit parents so I am on my own to perpetrate "crimes" this week end!. I got a flu and not feeling too well so I am browsing mamba trying to select my "pizza delivery" girl for the night but then I decide what the heck let's go out and try to grab a freebie. I tend to avoid foreign cock infested bars but I have never been to Real McCoy so I decided to tick the box and have a look for myself. I am walking down by the end of Tverskoy Bullvard and just in front on me a taxi stops and a lady comes out of it stumbling. She takes her heels off and starts walking with drunken baby steps. I quickly assess the situation, look around and decide to approach her and offer assistance in the form of a stable arm to guide her walking. She is blonde, shortly, heavy Russian makeup, well dressed but on the chubby side although she is revealing a phenomenal couple of white water melons. She is coming from her Institute party, her heels are killing her but home is not too far just around the corner and ooooh I am a foreigner she was twice on holiday abroad and she loves foreigners. Here I am in front of her flat door, am I really having a lucky day?. I shall wait outside, she has a friend inside (later I learnt it was her mother). So I wait a couple of minutes and when I thought I shall make a move to revert to my original Real McCoy plan she comes out of the flat with a smile in her face: "paidiom kushat! " (let's go eating!). Fuuuuck me. The closest restaurant she is pointing at is quite posh so there is no way in the world I will fork a meal (I would rather get a mamba girl, right?), I convince her instead to have a walk first (in my apartment's direction to guide her to my bedroom like a sheep to slaughter). To cut a long story short, chubby big titty doll gave me a hell of a walk since she was stumbling so badly that I was fearing she was going to break an ankle so the one mile walk became a nightmare of stops and restarts, heels on and off and to make things worst (by that time I already realised she was mentally fucked up) she kept repeating me the same stupid questions and alternated laughter, kissing and crying in equal an unpredictable measures. After a good 40 minutes of punishment and public embarrassment, finally we made to my flat. Halleluiah!. But that time and with the outdoor exposure flu was kicking in but I was very horny and I thought all in all her tits were worth the effort. How wrong was I. To start with she could barely move and was laying in the sofa, I was really fearing she damaged her ankle's ligaments and I would have to endure a "hospital scene" but I gave her pain killers and the pain someone stabilised. Then I proceed to tear down the mental challenge and defences: of course I will call her again, no I will not leave Moscow tomorrow, we could go out together etc. Cigarette, shower and finally there she is in the bed, ready for action. Melons playing, good oral and then when I am about to wear the "raincoat" surprise surprise, she does not like condoms!. Well baby, not in my book, I don't know you, you don't know me. "so why don't you do it, do you think I have "spid" (AIDS in Russian)". No of course not, you are nice decent girl it is just that. I don't want to have kids. Long Silence. She cries and cries and cries. "I can not have children, I can not have children!. I tried and tried for 10 years, doctors said I can not have children!. Fuck me, do I have a magneto in my face for the weird types?. Operation "mental healing" starts: cuddles, kisses, good wishes words etc. Let's have sex with condom ok?. After a few minutes of pumping she is warmed up and close to climax but then jumps out and takes the condom off to give me oral again. "Ia ne zhochu", Ia ne zhochu" and then attempts to jump on my dick to fuck without it!. No way! I said no, another day we do without condom ok but not today alright? OK. Back to square one, hand on drawer, let me get another condom, uhhhhmmm, nothing here, nothing there. Shit I don't have any condoms left!. More attempts to insert her bare pussy into my dick, more refusals, more arguments, more crying and laughter. In the middle of this mess, a strange feeling of satisfaction invades my thoughts. How lucky am I for not being a 28 years old Russian chubby girl. How lucky for not having to beg for sperm, how lucky for having more things in life than fulfilling motherhood. Yes, life sucks for her and I pity her. The session continued with more "petting" and oral but we left it since she insisted "that is not real sex" and got pissed off. Oh well, then the usual "operation return" starts. She still wants to eat but not in a million years I would take the drunken, small chubby big tittied sperm hunter doll with me after the nightmare I went through. I am feeling I'll, really really I'll, it is better if you go home and we meet again tomorrow alright?. I lent her my mobile so she calls home (forgot mobile and keys) and pushed her to a cab (150 rbls), more kisses, spokoini nochi. Little mistake to lend her my mobile since 15 mins later she kept calling me non stop so I switched the phone off and now will have to block her phone number.
A cheap night of sex for 150 Rubles or a lost Mamba opportunity for 8000?