As usual it was saturday night and the whole club was dancing to the rhythm. The music was loud and banging as usual. The sound was so strong that it felt like it could burst the eardrums of at least half of the people at the party. Meanwhile the enchanting blinking lights could make anyone feel dizzy if looking directly towards the projectors. However the bright white flashes were illuminating a man and a woman who were climbing on the stairs on the side of the dancing hall. Everyone who was a regular guest at the club knew very well where the stairs led to - the office of the manager.

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Zhukov was smoking a cigarette in his office looking through the window towards the dancing hall. Ten years ago when he was hired as a manager of the club he thought that the idea of having a window towards the dancing hall in the club was something extraordinary. Оver time he became indifferent to this extra. At least the glass was tempered and really thick and what was most important - reflective on the outside. This way he wasn't concerned that someone can see what he is doing in his office. Аs far as soundproofing goes, it was fairly good, but still, the loud music was booming in his office as well. As Zhukov continued making circles with the smoke from his cigarette, he noticed that that the rhythm of the music was getting weirder. It took him maybe a minute to realize that someone was knocking on the door. Zhukov hurried to open it. The hinges of the metal door squeaked. In front of it was the chief of security Fomin and a young beautiful girl. He roughly estimated the girl's age to be around 20 or 21. She was wearing short black skirt and a tight black top which was only covering her tits leaving her underboob slightly visible. The white light of the projectors of the dance floor illuminated the girl for a split second but it was enough for Zhukov to see that she was not wearing bra. He smiled. As usual Fomin had done a great jon choosing a suitable girl from the dancefloor. Zhukov turned and looked at his guest, who until that moment had been waiting in complete silence on the sofa in the corner.

"General Kapranov, I believe it's for you" he laughed and moved away from the door. Fomin used the occasion to push gently the girl inside the office. Her high heels clattered on the metal floor. She took a few hesitant steps into the room, staggering two or three times. She was definately drunk.

"I like you, what did they tell you?" the 57 year old general had risen from the sofa and asked the girl.

"They told me I can make some quick money" she answered nervously.

"Good. Do you know what quick money means?"

"If I had to guess, you want me to fuck you." unconsciouslly she had crossed her arms in front of her chest. Zhukov and Fomin were waiting patiently in the corner at an honorable distance as they have seen the same situation over and over again. Different men or women with different girls or even boys on a few occasions.

"Close enough. I want to fuck you and I tend to like it rough" he looked the girl straight in the eyes. She was drunk, but she seemed to have understood the question "Is it clear?"

"I believe so." the girl playfully replied. If Zhukov had seen her drunk eyes shining in exactly that moment he would, he would have guessed successfully that she had already had sex for money before.

"Good, now you have to excuse me for one minute, I have some business to do with the highly respected Mr. Zhukov. Be a good girl and wait for a while on the sofa".

Kapranov went to Zhukov and Fomin, distancing himself from the girl. He took out the usual amount - 200 000 rubles and handed it to Zhukov. Zhukov theatrically took the money and mad a sign for Fomin to leave. Kapranov always thought the amount was a bit exaggerated but after all the place was descrete and a lot of girls were going home with cum inside their mouths, cunts or asses. It was a no brainer that considering the capabilities and morale of the russian police he was safe here. Even if something was to go wrong and one of the girls he fucked here in the club had the stupid idea to file a complain, the police will quicklq conclude that the girl is a simple whore and she was so bad that she wasn't paid. Тhat was the preferred version over launching an investigation against a Russian general

As soon as both of them left the room he turned his attention back to the girl. He sat on the sofa next to her and hugged her with his arm, pulling her close. He whispered something on her ear. Drunk woman laughter filled the room.

"No, 50 000 rubles and you can call me Katerina or Katya if you wish."

"Ok, sweetie. But I won't something special. How about that, I will pay you double that amount and in the next 2 hours you will be my personal fuck pig."

"How about triple?" she looked him in the eyes and reached for hist belt. She unbuttoned it in a matter of seconds and quicklq pulled the zipper of his trousers. In the next moment her small hand was in his pants playing with his dick.

"Very well, works for me. Let me help you." he grabbed her chin applying firm pressure, forcing her to get down from the sofa on her knees and in front of him.

"Undress, leave only the heels. I like them." she complied with no hesitation. The sum of money promised was still a good reason to follow orders. She quickly threw her top on the ground followed by her skirt. Her bueatiful firm tits and shaved cunt were now shining in front of general Kapranov.

"What of an eager slut you are? Haven't you parents told you that it's not normal to go out without panties"

"I really don't get along with my parents that much. I am a bad girl" said Katya demonstratively inserting a finger between her cunt lips while lifting her left tit up with her other hand to lick her own nipple. That provocation drove the general crazy. He completely unfastened his belt and strapped it around her neck leaving the two ends in the reach of his hands.

"Start sucking bitch" he ordered and used his belt like a head harness to drag her closer to his dick.

That seemed to work for her as she gently opened her mouth. She licked a few times the old cock before sucking it into her mouth. Despite his age Kapranov had pefect erection. Soon Katya was enjoying the whole width and length in her mouth. She was giving her best trying to please the old gentleman moving her head in a steady rhythm.

"You have a nice face hole. Right?." she tried to nod while still sucking. "Take my cock deeper."

At this point Katya thought she didn't have a choice. The deal was a deal and whats worse it was him to accept her counter proposal. In compliance with her though process her head slid further and further on his dick. She wasn't sure anymore what was choking her more, the giant cock in her mouth or the belt around her throat. The blowjob had transitioned quickly into rough facefucking. For her everything seemed like ages. Her face changed color becoming red. Tears flowed from her eyes ruining her makeup.

The general noticed some familiar signs and pushed her away only a second before she puked herself. Maybe it was the alcohol or it was the big cock fucking her mouth - whatever the reason the result was a disgusting slop coming out of her mouth. She had not eaten much in the last few hours but there was enough quantity of puke - it leaked undisturbed on her chest and belly, crawling through her cunt searching its way to the floor.

"Stupid bitch. You could have puked on me. And you ruined the carped of the good Mr. Zhukov. How dare you."

"Please, I need a short break"

"What do you mean break? We are just starting." the general had now grabbed her head by the hair. With his other hand he took his trousers and pants off completely. "Lick the floor clean, bitch" he ordered pushing her head into the mess on the floor she has just made.

Heistantly she started licking her own puke, obeying to the disgusting order. She heard how Kapranov's jacket and shirt made a silent thump on the floor. That meant that he was completely naked menacingly hanging over her. She was beginning to regret the deal, but was still too groggy from the alcohol she had drank earlier to try to change the events.

Katya felt the general hand between her thighs. As he was up and behind her, he slid his fingers into her dirty cunt and used it as a hook forcing her to lift her ass up in th air. The whip of the belt arrived in the very next second. She gasped at the sudden pain. Kapranov started whipping her ass consistently. Every lash left a giant red stripe on her ass. He didn't stop untill he was sure that she won't be able to sit on her ass for at least a week. Her bueatiful buttocks had become a complete red mess.

The next move was expected. He pressed the head of his cock at the entrance of her asshole. She only received a bit of a spit as lubrication. The head of his cock disappeared through her unwilling sphincter. He started moving slowly as he didn't want to rip the fuck hole of his slut. His every move made her bury her face in the puddle of puke on the floor.

"Do you like it pig" Katya did not reply so he whipped her back twice adding two big red stripes. "I asked if you like having cocks in your new cunt"

"Yes mister" the renewed whipping had made her reconsider her answer.

"Does that mean that you are my little dirty anal whore?"

"Yes mister" she had decided that maybe agreeing automatically would be the better way to bring the ordeal to an end.

"So do you wanna go home with some cum in your rectum, pig?"

"Please mister, fill my asshole" it had taken him only 30 minutes to train her.

He continued fucking her ass. When he felt that Katya's asshole was starting to get accustomed to being a fuck hole he increased his pace. His movements were so fiercefull that Katya felt like he will smash her body on the ground. She couldn't do anything more than laying in her own puke with her ass up presented to the cock of the uknown old man untill she felt him spraying her insides with his cum.

"You earned half of your payment pig. Sit on the sofa" it seemed difficult for her to regain control on her movements but another whip with the belt on her back made her reconsider. After all being drunk and fucked in the ass seemed minor dificulties in the face of the threat of being whipped constantly because you don't want to move. As a result her bloody red ass found it's place in the middle of the sofa.

"Spread your legs up" it was an order. Her hesitation was immediately cured by another whip. This time the belt landed perfectly on her cunt. She cried out from the pain. The hit was so strong that her cunt turned red immediately. Katya spread her legs as wide as she could.

Satisfied Kapranov took out a roll of money consisting of of roughly 70 000 rubles. He spinned the money roll in the vomit on the floor and showed it to Katya.

"Spread your cunt for me. Don't you dare getting your legs down"

She reached with her hands spreading her cunt lips exposing the opening of her vagina. She difinately did not expect what happened next. Instead of a cock in her cunt the general inserted the dirty money roll straight into her sex hole. Afraid to move, she did not resist. She also didn't resist when he tied her legs in that uncomfortable position. At this point Katya was staring blankly at one point. Subconsciously she had put her hands down on her cunt. She was not sure anymore if she was afraid of being whipped more on her cunt or she wanted to protect the hard earned money. Another whip targeted of her labia made her move her hands away from her tender hole. There was nothing to stop him now and a few more strong whips landed until Kapranov decided that her money filled cunt was now enough of a mess even with a few minor surface lacerations.

Kapranov's cock was hard again. That meant only one thing - his fuck doll needed another dose of sperm in her asshole. With renewed energy he shoved his cock back in her hole again. He started pounding her mercilessly. This time her hole was far more accepting for the invasion. He continued using her sphincter as a cock sleeve until shoot a another load of hes semen in her anal tract.

"Good job cunt" he said once he had dressed. He threw another wad of money, which fell on her belly. "Thats the rest" he added and exited the room. After all he didn't care anymore - It was up to Zhukov and Fomin to clean up.