Anonymous sex chat — 5
That day, Pavel didn't go back to work; he simply wandered the city, turning over in his head what had happened to him that very morning in his own office with his colleagues Nastya and Alla. He compared yesterday's virtual encounter in an anonymous sex chat with DesiredLady to the events that occurred this morning with Nastya. There were so many coincidences, how similar his colleague Nastya was to that virtual mistress Anastasia. Of course, he had imagined her appearance differently, but her behavior, her assertiveness, were also strikingly similar.
He caught himself thinking that exactly what he had secretly always dreamed of had happened, but even in his wildest fantasies, it remained
unacceptable in real life. These fantasies were washed away like letters on sand washed away by ocean waves after he, jerking off, came.He, of course, understood perfectly well that he was physically stronger than both Anastasia and Anastasia together with Alla, and that Anastasia practically forced him to eat her out was also his own desire. He simply allowed her to force him to eat her out. It was precisely his desire that put him on his knees before that brazen bitch Nastya. But how did it all come together? How did it all happen so quickly? He also remembered the brazen and lustful eyes of Alla, who didn't get what she wanted but clearly desired it very much. What a lustful and persistent bitch. Oh.
A message came from Alla: "where are you?". Pavel didn't answer her; a new wave of psychosis-induced cold sweat broke out on his forehead in large droplets. He even wanted to return to the office and beat up that very brazen bitch, and not just her, but Nastya too. He remembered their ringing, mocking, brazen laughter when he left, or even practically ran away after essentially being forced to perform cunnilingus. That laughter reminded him of how low he had fallen, he had been trampled into the mud. What would his wife and his friends say now? And his colleagues? How would they look at him?
He went through the faces of all his friends, acquaintances, and colleagues, especially his wife's contorted grimace flashing before his eyes—she knew his weakness for cunnilingus and would definitely believe it! For some reason, he felt this secret would soon be exposed and everyone would point fingers at him, laughing behind his back, calling him a pussy-licker.
And of course, this secret would definitely be exposed if he caused a scandal and beat up those bitches, who would undoubtedly tell the police what and how it happened, but also that he himself wanted it! Otherwise, he could have easily pushed Nastya away and that's it! He didn't even need to push her away, just laugh at her and that's it! But that didn't happen; what happened happened. Why? Because he himself wanted it! That's exactly what they would tell him at the police station and mock him, maybe even open a case. And then what? Prison? Prison for pussy-licking? No! Not that!
Pavel came home, drank half a glass of bought vodka, and opened the anonymous sex chat. He was incredibly drawn to DesiredLady, who, to his luck, was online.
BabLover: hi.
DesiredLady: oh, hi. And why aren't you falling to your knees before me? Have you forgotten yourself? Have you forgotten who you are? And who I am?
BabLover: I'm feeling bad right now. Can we just talk? Please.
DesiredLady: alright, but still, get on your knees and greet me as a slave should greet his Mistress, and we will continue the conversation. I offer you my hand, palm down.
BabLover: moved closer, got on his knees, and kissed the hand – Hello, Mistress.
DesiredLady: have you forgotten your Mistress's name?
It was still a workday, and the pleased Nastya and Alla sat on the other side of the screen, delighted that Pavel had contacted DesiredLady.
— now we'll screw his head back on straight – Nastya laughed.
— of course – Alla supported her – don't forget to introduce him to your friend Mistress Alla.
They burst into loud, ringing laughter again and again, waiting for a new message from BabLover.
BabLover: can we do it without the name? That's exactly why I need to talk.
DesiredLady: no, we cannot! A deal is a deal! And only I can change the rules! If you're not ready to continue, then bye! Are you ready to continue the conversation?
— damn, he's going to bail now – Alla tugged at Nastya's elbow.
— don't worry – Nastya answered her – he's already swallowed the bait properly! He won't go anywhere! And if he does bail, I'll find him under another nickname and seduce him again – they laughed again, looking at each other playfully.
After a short pause, a new message arrived.
BabLover: I am ready to continue the conversation.
DesiredLady: Name!
BabLover: I am ready to continue the conversation, Mistress Anastasia.
DesiredLady: I gather it's something to do with the name? With the name of your Mistress Anastasia and your colleague? Yes?
BabLover: yes.
DesiredLady: slapped you on the cheek. You know, whore, how I hate such short answers! Kiss the foot, whore!
BabLover: I'm sorry, Mistress Anastasia, I kiss your feet. Something like déjà vu happened to me at work today, or even what happened between us yesterday happened this morning.
DesiredLady: very interesting. Judging by the time, you should still be at work? Are you at work?
BabLover: no, I'm at home and have already drunk some vodka, so I came here and want to ask you to listen to me and somehow help me.
DesiredLady: sat in the armchair, legs crossed. Alright, whore, tell me everything in detail. I'm listening. I run my fingers authoritatively over the armrest of the chair, tapping my beautiful nails. What has my whore done?
BabLover: I this morning. I don't even know how it happened. Anyway, that same Nastya asked me to perform cunnilingus on her. Actually, not her, but Alla. Actually, both of them.
BabLover: I'm sorry, Mistress Anastasia, it's hard for me to put my thoughts into words, forgive me, I'll explain now.
DesiredLady: don't be scared, there's no one here but us. Just calm down and tell me! I'm already aroused, my whore)) I like the beginning of your story!!!
— now the bitch is going to tell us everything – Alla smiled – you're such a manipulator, Nastya.
— those psychology courses weren't in vain – Nastya smiled, pleased with herself.
The last message that DesiredLady on the other side of the monitor was aroused also aroused Pavel himself. The slight intoxication from the alcohol relaxed him a bit, spreading a pleasant nirvana through his body. His cock stood up and secured its hard position. Pavel's hand reached for his fly. He somehow became calm again and seemed to detach from the real world, immersing himself in the world of virtual sex, where that very DesiredLady sat languidly before him in an armchair, legs crossed, in the image of Mistress Anastasia. This was that same Nastya from his work, before whom he was virtually on his knees, telling her his feelings about the humiliation he experienced this morning, which made him her slave and an outright pussy-licker.