Anonymous sex chat — 4
Then, in an anonymous sex chat, he confessed to DesiredLady that he really wanted to eat out his colleague Anastasia right in the office, for her to lock him in, to stare at him intently, and with her legs spread wide, to lift her skirt, exposing her red lace panties to his eyes, which she would move aside with her hand, and under the gentle pressure of her other hand, he would touch her labia, the petals of her rose, which would have become welcomingly wet from his saliva and parted invitingly, beckoning his tongue to enter the very depths of her vagina, how her hips would move then, and how he would
greedily lick up her sweet-and-sour, sticky secretions. How his shame would mix with his desire to serve this beautiful girl, to be her slave, her sexual slave, and in return to have a sexual mistress. A mistress he dreamed of in the real world."Good boy," he heard Nastya's approving voice. Pavel didn't even notice how, in reality now, he had already attached himself to her vagina and, sucking gently, was pulling on her labia one after the other. He was already stroking her ass and thighs, while she still stood near his desk, slightly thrusting her pubis forward. "You're my little pussy licker now," she said affectionately, stroking his hair.
Pavel recalled yesterday's correspondence, which was so similar to today's reality, but he couldn't quite piece it together or make rational sense of it; he just felt good and sweet right now. His lips were being consumed by Mistress Anastasia's warm labia, as if they were kissing his mouth, and not the other way around.
Mistress Anastasia—Pavel had already started calling her that intuitively in his head, exactly as he had called DesiredLady yesterday, who was playing the role of his colleague Anastasia. And as they say, thoughts are material, and now, in the real, not virtual world, under practically the same circumstances, he was lapping up the sweet lust of the so-desired and just yesterday inaccessible cunnilingus of Mistress Anastasia.
Nastya was touched, looking at Pasha's head, which was so tenderly attached to her pussy and was in no hurry, unlike many clumsy guys. He was truly enjoying her bud and gradually guiding her lust toward bodily pleasure, leading Nastya toward an orgasm that was about to knock on the doors of her vagina and her brain, tingling with pleasure. Her stomach filled with lust like a hot air balloon, ready to burst at any moment, releasing the energy of orgasm. An orgasm she hadn't had in a long time; she had only been coming, masturbating for the past six months, and yesterday she had also come from the virtual cunnilingus performed by virtual Pasha.
A little more, and she, grabbing his head with both hands, squeezing his hair tightly, began to jerk, first throwing her head back and then sharply lowering it, bending over double while still standing on her trained, trembling legs, and pushed his face away from her pulsating pussy. She continued to erupt with her orgasm, the heat of which Pavel felt on his face, which was very close to her. He saw how her vagina squeezed out whitish-milky droplets, which stretched into thin strands downward and dripped onto the floor. The pain from the hair-pulling seemed numbed by the analgesics of her secretions on his lips. Pavel was happy that his fantasy had come true and that Nastya was standing in front of him, still holding him by the hair like a thing as she came. He truly felt how he had served as a slave to his mistress. Right now, he wanted to take out his cock and come, but then he remembered that Alla was also here. Shame from what was happening began to return; for some reason, he became very embarrassed by this situation and by Alla's eyes, and he also became ashamed of Nastya's eyes. His cock instantly lost its former power.
After finishing, Nastya let go of his head and, without looking him in the eyes, first adjusted her panties, putting them back in place, and then tugged her skirt down. Then she, too, felt how the orgasm and strong arousal were replaced by intense embarrassment over what had happened. She walked over to her desk and, as if hiding from Pavel behind the computer.
"Fuck," she drawled in a half-whisper, hiding her face from shame in the palms of her hands, her elbows resting on the desk. "Sorry, Pash, I didn't mean to, sorry."
Pavel, without saying a word, wiped his lips and, without looking in Alla's direction, also sat down at his desk and hid from her intent gaze. What had just happened was, of course, his dream and fantasy, but the real world had its boundaries of decency, and now he and Nastya had crossed those boundaries. They had just had sex in front of Alla, and not just sex, but oral sex, and not just oral sex, but specifically cunnilingus, which isn't even joked about in male circles, and if anyone did it to their girlfriends, they certainly didn't boast about it. You could only joke about it with laughter, but never boast about having sex in the form of cunnilingus, especially one-sided. And here it happened exactly like that: he simply ate Nastya out, and by all parameters, she didn't even think about rewarding him with reciprocal sex.
Yes, of course, he dreamed about it, but in the virtual world and certainly not with witnesses. But here it turned out that he performed cunnilingus right in front of Alla, who hadn't taken her eyes off him; she was just brazenly watching him, waiting for him to look at her so their eyes would meet. Meet just as his lips had met with Nastya's vaginal lips. The only thing that could restore balance in this situation was a blowjob from Nastya, but apparently she wasn't even thinking about that, whereas Alla was probably definitely waiting for cunnilingus.
Pavel no longer felt arousal; his cock was suppressed, just as he himself was. He felt just as awkward and ashamed as the master himself. Ashamed that they had had sex, and was it even sex? Probably Nastya had sex, not him. These thoughts depressed him, and he just sat silently, just as Nastya was already sitting silently, hiding behind the monitor and furiously texting Alla, who looked indignantly at her, then at Pasha hiding his face.
"Paaash," Alla drawled, "hey Pash, what about me? Did you get all shy or something? You think I'm a girl who didn't get turned on by what I saw? Don't you want to put out my fire? Huh? Come on, blow me quickly, and then..." — she rolled her eyes — "mmm."
"What, am I a fucking whore or something?" Pavel snapped, gathering his willpower. "What am I to you here?" He was indignant and felt anger washing over him. "Have you lost your fucking minds?" He was probably angrier at himself for so foolishly giving in to his lust and practically revealing his true nature as a pussy licker.
But how to live and work with these bitches now? — thoughts flew through his head again. "And anyway, in our time, this is normal sex! Just sex! So what if it was one-sided. So what if he did it on some kind of command. So what! So what! So what!" Pavel wanted to find excuses for himself, but there were none, and that made him even angrier at himself and at them.
Okay, so he was weak-willed and ate her out. — he continued weighing things in his mind. — He ate out Nastya, whom he really liked. — Pavel kept sorting through options in his head. — And anyway, she's not married. But where does this bitch get off? Alla is married! She has a husband! Bitch, where does she get off? And me? Fuck. She's lost it. Pavel stood up and walked quickly toward the entrance door.
"Where are you going? What about me?" Alla continued to be indignant, or possibly mock him. "Come on, Pash, what about me?" She was already laughing as Pavel slammed the door and left.
"Fucking hell," Nastya laughed, shaking her head. "Fuck, I'm crazy."
"Yeah, girlfriend, you really went for it," Alla laughed, looking at her. "Want to see yourself from the side in a porn video?" She twirled her cell phone in her hand.
"Did you film this on your phone?" Nastya's eyes widened.
"Of course," Alla said, raising her palm and clenching it into a fist. "Now we've got him right here!"
They both laughed loudly and brightly together. Pavel, walking away somewhere, heard this laughter from the office. Laughter that pierced him through, drenching him in cold sweat from head to toe, reminding him of the unusual sex that had happened, after which he was now firmly cemented in the status of Pussy Licker!