FootFetish — 16
Irina Andreevna was a gorgeous mature milf, a well-groomed and beautiful married lady. She really enjoyed being friends and chatting with such a young and slightly mischievous Yulia Sergeevna; this friendship seemed to rejuvenate her, even though this mischievous girl could have been her daughter. However, no one could have imagined that this seemingly young lady was twice her age; she looked like an older friend.
Irina Andreevna loved her husband, but sometimes, let's say for health and to strengthen the marital union, she could go on a little spree, and Yulia Sergeevna sometimes helped her with this.
The feeling of betrayal and secrecy excited her greatly, injecting adrenaline into her blood, and this
gave, as if, more and more energy to continue family life, and not just continue, but to continue a happy family life! As for her husband, she kept him on a tight leash, although she allowed him to be the head of the family in appearance and have the illusion that he made decisions himself.Yulia Sergeevna once secretly told her about her assistant Viktor and about what happened in Lidia Ivanovna's office; of course, she kept silent about herself and didn't mention herself as a slave and an oral whore, but she told all about Viktor in vivid detail and even told how she initiated him into her toilet and how he swallowed her "compote" and how he broke down morally after that.
"Fuuuck, I have a dream too," Irina said after listening to Yulia, downing a glass of wine in the club where they decided to hang out.
"What is it?" Yulia asked interestedly, smiling contentedly and already a bit drunk herself.
"For a young guy to just, like, stupidly eat me out! Just eat me out! You understand? Like, how men sometimes pick up whores and give them head! Just dump their sperm in their mouths and just unload like that. You understand? Just unload and cum! The ones who just dump it in the mouth and, zipping up their fly, just leave to go about their business, leaving the whore with a mouth full of sperm. They toss her away like an unwanted cigarette after smoking it, one you don't mind throwing out! You understand? Do you understand what I'm talking about?" said Irka, already quite drunk and uninhibited, even aroused by her friend's story about Viktor, whom she of course knew by sight and had already pictured the scene of events about him.
"So hire yourself a gigolo! What's the problem?" Yulia said, spreading her hands.
"That's not it! It's somehow dirty or something! Although I kind of want some dirt! And hiring a gigolo isn't for me anyway," Irka drank in one gulp, "I'm a Queen!"
"So what do you want then?" Yulia asked, trying to grasp the essence of the desire.
"I want to get cunnilingus from a young dude, amazing cunnilingus, and that's it! Because cunnilingus isn't quite cheating, but at the same time, I also want to just dump my lust into a young male's mouth! So that my moisture is on his lips, so that my juices shine on his lips like greasy oil, and so that he doesn't expect anything more and only if I myself, only if I want to, will I let him fuck me. But I just want," Ira said in a slurred and lustful voice. She looked intently at her friend and then shifted her gaze towards the club's toilet. "Take your Vitya over there and just throat-fuck him there! You understand? Just throat-fuck him like a dirty whore in a dirty toilet! So he's on his knees, on the dirty, pissy floor, and eating me out with love! So he himself wants to lick me! So he himself, like a hungry whore, sucks out every drop from my pissed-on hole! So he adores and loves this thing! You understand? And so he himself begs me to cum and cum from his little tongue and his young, firm lips! You understand? So he's a whore and a secret lover! Not a prostitute for money! You understand?"
"Uh-huh," Yulia listened to her friend and, smiling, added, "So, should we call Vityok? Want to? Want him to eat you out in this toilet? With love and without money!"
"Yes," Irka smiled, "but I'm kinda ashamed, to be honest."
"Oh, screw it," drunk Yulia took her phone and called Viktor. "Only this will be our secret! Lidia mustn't know about this," she poked her finger at the phone, "and I'll call him right now! He'll arrange everything properly!"
Yulia had never called Viktor anywhere before; she always just fucked his mouth in the office, but now she firmly decided to call him even if Irka changed her mind, who in principle was already being coy and trying to take the phone from her friend, saying "don't."
"Oh, get off! Stop playing hard to get," Yulia said, moving away Ira's hands, which were trying to stop the call. "I'm calling him for myself! If you don't want to, don't!"
"Well, call him for yourself," a somewhat embarrassed Ira calmed down. "And I won't. Well, fuck him."
"As you wish," Yulia smiled. "And I will!"
"Vitya, it's me. Hi. Please pick me up from the club. I'm really drunk here and I need your help. Will you come get me? Well, come on, make it quick!" Yulia pressed the phone harder to her ear to muffle the music, and covered her other ear with her hand. "Okay, okay, I'm waiting! You'll see me or I'll see you. Yes. Yes. I'm alone. Come. Hurry. Kisses."
"Well, he'll be here soon," Yulia smiled.
"Well, pour then," Irina set her glass.
"To cunny!" Yulia made a toast, and they both emptied their glasses in one gulp.
"Fuck, I need to piss," Irina Andreevna got up from the table and, swallowing another glass of wine, walked with a swaying gait to the toilet, weaving through the dancing people.
There were several toilets in this club; they weren't designated as men's or women's and of course locked with a latch.
In the toilet, Irina, hiking up her skirt and taking off her tights and panties, squatted and started pissing, aiming into the toilet hole, imagining it was Viktor's mouth, the one Yulia pissed into when she turned him into a toilet.
These thoughts excited her drunken mind, but she didn't want to dominate! She wanted love from a young, pretty boy! She wanted cunnilingus out of love and wouldn't even mind pissing into an open lover's mouth, but only with his consent and only if he himself asked her for it and persuaded her!
"Ahh," Irina looked at her hairy pussy, down the hairs of which the remnants of urine were dripping in droplets. "If only Vitya's little mouth were here now, to lovingly lick off these droplets and then..."
She rolled her eyes, and her hands dropped by themselves to her excited pussy, wet with urine and lubrication. Her fingers slid over her small but very sensitive clit, penetrating into the depths of her vagina. Irina held onto the wall with one hand and masturbated with the other, imagining that in front of her lowered tights and panties, on this dirty floor, Viktor was sitting on his knees and, hugging her hips, was simply fucking her hairy pussy with his tongue, which was just flowing onto the soft, warm tongue and getting into his mouth, filling it with her juices! How his soft and warm tongue licks up her lust!
"Mmm... aaah... fuuuck..." groaned Irina Andreevna, clamping her hand between her legs and trying not to collapse onto the dirty floor of this toilet herself.
After cumming, she pulled on her panties and tights, then adjusted her skirt and opened the toilet door.
"No, that's it! I need to get out of here! I'm really not controlling myself anymore! Lustful bitch," she thought after the excitement that had blown her mind subsided. She felt a little ashamed after she jerked off in this dirty club toilet, as if someone had seen it.
"Oh, there you are," she heard Yulia's cheerful voice, who was pushing a slightly bewildered Viktor ahead of her into this same toilet; he, of course, knew Irina Andreevna.
Irina, taken by surprise, stepped back again.
After shoving Viktor into the toilet, Yulia closed the door and latched it, standing behind his back she put her hands on his shoulders and smiled slyly at Irina.
"Go on!" she pressed down on Viktor's shoulders with her hands. "Get on your knees and eat her out!" Yulia Sergeevna's voice was not loud but very confident.
Irina Andreevna and Viktor stood face to face, both bewildered by this situation.
Irina's vagina instantly filled with lust again; she looked at the boy's plump lips, biting her own. Irina was already looking lustfully at Viktor, who didn't understand what was wanted from him, until it gradually dawned on him.
She saw how his young, pretty lips parted slightly and, along with his whole head, moved downward. For some reason, she was only looking at his lips, and everything else was just connected to them. It was the face around the lips, not him on the face!
Irina looked at the smiling Yulia, who still kept her hands on the shoulders of Viktor, who was now squatting in front of Irina.
"Get on your knees," Irina lifted Viktor's face with two fingers, holding his chin, and finally looked into his bewildered eyes. He was completely sober and a bit indignant that what was supposed to remain a secret and stay in Lidia Ivanovna's office had suddenly moved to a smelly club toilet, but Viktor wasn't even going to argue! He knew it was useless! Especially to argue with drunk, excited bitches.
"How?" Viktor asked Irina. "It's dirty here!"
"Please," Irina Andreevna smiled at him; she didn't want to force him! And Viktor, hearing the word of request and submitting to her smile as well, got on his knees on this dirty and in places damp floor.
"Take them off then," Irina said on an exhale, hiking her skirt up again, still biting her lower lip.
Viktor, taking the edges of her tights with his hands, pulled them down, pulling them off along with her panties, which were all wet. Her hairy pussy was wet with urine, cum, and lubrication; the hairs were stuck together in little braids, splayed out in all directions. Ira had even forgotten when she last wiped it, and in general she had wanted to retreat home, and then bam, an ambush! A pleasant ambush!
In the toilet, there was the sound of slurping and squelching, coming from the connection between the terribly excited pussy and the sweet boy's mouth, his little tongue and nose; his lips stretched and his tongue flew like a swallow's wings gaining altitude.
Irina's hands stroked Viktor's head with respect and pleasure, and Yulia's hands kneaded her breasts. Irina shifted her gaze from Viktor, eating her out and slurping, standing on his knees in the dirty, smelly toilet and working for her with his mouth, to the slyly smiling Yulia, who was rubbing her crotch against the back of Viktor's head, pushing and poking his face in this way into the red-hot pussy of her red-haired friend, who had already thrown her head back and, twitching, came.
"Mmm... bitch... aaah..." Irina moaned.
Then Irina didn't need much time, and she came again, violently.
Then Viktor also ate out Yulia in front of Irina, who also came standing, continuing to smile as she looked at her friend, seeing how she was a little embarrassed by this situation.
"Well, how? Is this what you wanted? What you dreamed of?" Yulia asked the now calmed and satisfied Irina Andreevna when they sat back down at their table.
"Not quite," Irina said, a little embarrassed. "Not quite! I wanted him to ask me himself, and even persuade me, but you practically forced him to eat me out! But in principle, thank you, I really liked it! I hope he wasn't offended," Irina laughed. "Ah, what a chance!"
"Well, you don't give a fuck about him, do you?" Yulia laughed, understanding that she had overplayed her hand a bit with her temperament.
And so now there is another chance to please her older friend. There is Dima and there is a problem, and he has a desire to solve this problem by persuading Irina to let him perform cunnilingus, precisely to persuade her! As Yulia Sergeevna told him.