Foot Fetish — 25
The artificial cock entered roughly and quite insolently spread the walls of his anus; from such rapid penetration, Vitya cried out and even tried to jump off, but only pressed his hips against the edge of the table.
"Where do you think you're going, bitch!" – Lydia Ivanovna began fucking him with a kind of frenzy, holding her cock with one hand and pressing down on the small of his back with the other, as if pinning him down, like a male dominating a female in nature.
Viktor looked in the direction opposite Dima and Yulia Sergeevna; he felt very ashamed, hurt, and a little pained from such rough fucking. He imagined himself as a dirty whore being fucked right in front of his now-former friend Vitya. His beautiful Yulia Sergeevna was watching this humiliation again; of course, she had little respect for him, but still, she had become somewhat like family. It even seemed to him that he was being fucked unjustly, because Yulia should have been covering for him, but she was just silent while he was being fucked.
Thrust after thrust rolled his body across the laminated table; with each thrust, he moved forward and, pressing his hips against the table's edge, felt the shaft of the phallus plunging somewhere inside him, then pulling out, and Vitya's body seemed to follow it back. The thrusts repeated, and Viktor felt his own cock beginning to harden from this fucking and humiliation; arousal began to wash over him. However, this arousal only pressed down on him morally and humiliated him even more; he simply squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for Lydia Ivanovna to get her fill and leave him alone.
She continued roughly shoving her artificial cock into him and began to increase the tempo. With each thrust, the table made the characteristic sound of fucking, which also reminded him of the morning loss of his anal virginity. Tears of shame welled up in Vitya's eyes. He still kept his buttocks spread apart, and he was still doing it with his own hands, not daring to let go without a command.
This pose, where he, spreading his buns, stood—no, lay on the table like a dog—humiliated him to the very dirt, probably to the dirtiest toilet. He was on the verge of a psychotic break, but pulling himself together, he held on, biting his lower lip until it bled.
The thrusts ended, and Vitya felt two hands on his hips, squeezing him painfully and forcefully with their fingers, nails digging into his skin. It was quite painful, and Vitya, removing one hand from his buttocks, began biting his own fist, understanding that Lydia Ivanovna had come and, probably, his ordeal was over.
For how long? What would happen next? His eyes wouldn't open; the cock left his asshole, and in shame, with tears in his eyes, he slid to the floor and, with his pants down, hugged his knees, pressing against them and biting his knees with his teeth, he began to cry almost inaudibly.
"Next!" – Lydia Ivanovna turned with her erect cock towards Dima – "Get over here, bitch!"
"No, please," – Dima fell to his knees – "I'll tell you everything."
"Talk," – leaning on the edge of the table, Lydia Ivanovna removed the condom.
"We were with Irina Andreevna from the IT department," – Dima rattled off quickly – "She," – he pointed a finger at Yulia Sergeevna – "forces us... to have sex with her."
"I see!" – Lydia Ivanovna shifted her gaze to Yulia Sergeevna, who immediately knelt, bowing her head.
"Forgive me, Mistress," – Yulia muttered under her breath.
"Bring a stool and a whip," – she looked at Yulia, who, jumping up, brought a stool and a leather BDSM whip from her office – "We will punish!"
Viktor just sat there, hugging his knees with his pants down, having already huddled under the table. He was very ashamed and felt very low, lower than when Yulia had turned him into a toilet; now he was humiliated even lower than in the morning when Lydia Ivanovna had taken his anal virginity. Now she had truly fucked him, without mercy and roughly, like a real whore! A guilty slut! The Mistress, punishing and without pity, had fucked him, then even throwing the used condom in his direction, which lay on the floor near him, just as he lay on the floor. Viktor was just like the condom—used and forgotten.
"Undress!" – Lydia Ivanovna said roughly to Yulia, who immediately hurriedly took off all her clothes and now stood completely naked.
"Kneel in front of her, you little bitch," – Lydia Ivanovna hissed, looking at Dima, who immediately crawled to her on his knees.
"Press your nose against her pussy," – Lydia Ivanovna took a roll of tape from the table. Dima pressed against her crotch so that only his nose and mouth were between her legs, while his forehead and eyes pressed against her pubic mound.
"Wrap it around yourself," – she gave Yulia the tape.
The tape, with a loud sound, began wrapping around his head and her body, pulling him tighter and tighter with each turn. His forehead and eyes were pressed in, leaving only his nose and mouth. He could no longer see anything and could partially hear poorly as the tape half-covered his ears too. The tape held his head very firmly, and without unwinding it, escape was impossible.
"Sit on the sofa," – came the command, and Yulia, with the head practically tied between her legs, sat down with her knees together. Dima, with his head tied, was placed in a doggy-style position, his body lying across her knees.
The next thing Dima felt was that his body under the armpits was also taped to Yulia's legs, and now he was completely bound. Then his hands under Yulia's legs were also taped together at the wrists. Dima's heart pounded; he didn't understand what was happening, but now he understood that he was completely helpless and probably bound like this to be whipped. And it would probably hurt. Good that it's just whipping! – Dima thought to himself, holding in his mind the image of the degraded and sniffling Vitya under the table.
Someone's hands lifted him slightly, and he straightened his legs from his knees, ending up like a right angle but with his ass up, pressing his taped head against Yulia's pubic mound. Someone placed a stool under his pelvis. Then he lowered back, and his knees no longer reached the floor. Again, someone's hands pulled down, unbuttoning his pants and underwear; his legs were now completely bare. Then each leg at the thigh was also taped to the legs of the stool. His legs ended up slightly spread apart. His balls hung together with his flaccid cock. His buttocks clenched, pressing against each other.
"Spread his buttocks!" – he heard the command from Lydia Ivanovna, and Yulia reached over and spread his buns apart. Dima did not resist. He felt ashamed and scared.
"Don't," – Dima groaned, understanding that he was now being prepared for fucking. For what? He had told everything! She was supposed to punish him differently! Not like Vitya! He had told everything! He had told the truth! Why treat him like this? Dima was greatly indignant but kept quiet, understanding that he would only worsen his situation, although he knew that if he had really screamed and said he didn't need anything and was quitting, then this punishment would probably end, so this rape and Vitya's rape were generally by mutual consent.
"Shut up, snitch!" – he heard the contemptuous voice of Lydia Ivanovna, who, also without ceremony, entered his anus with her slippery, cold cock.
"Aaaaaa-" – Dima tried to cry out in a muffled, frightened voice.
All he could do was scream; he was completely bound and could only hug Yulia's thighs tighter with his taped hands, who hit him on the back as soon as he screamed.
"Shut up, whore!" – hitting him, she then lowered his buns, but the cock was already inside and began mercilessly fucking him.
"Mmm," – Dima moaned, understanding that screaming was not an option and that this might just end, and he might simply be fired and told to fuck off.
I'm a whore! I'm a whore! – Dima repeated to himself, convincing himself that he deserved it – I'm a snitch! I'm a snitch! Idiot! I snitched and thought she would forgive me! Idiot!
His anus was already stretched, and from the lube on the new condom, it slid along Lydia Ivanovna's cock – need to relax and enjoy – Dima recalled such a joke – I'm a whore! I'm a snitch! I deserve this! Idiot!
"Forgive me," – Dima moaned softly into Yulia Sergeevna's legs, or even into her pussy – "Aaah... oooh" – he moaned with each fucking thrust.
Lydia Ivanovna continued to fuck him mercilessly, pressing him into the stool and into Yulia's pubic mound.
"I'll deal with you later, bitch!" – said Lydia Ivanovna when she came.
She had already come for the third time today; Lydia Ivanovna pulled her artificial cock out of yet another non-virgin ass of her slave Dima. Then, with two fingers, she similarly removed the condom and threw it onto Dima's back.
"And that's another cherry I popped today," – the Mistress smirked, admiring herself.
After that, Dima was unwrapped by Yulia. He looked at Viktor, who was still sitting under the table, now without tears and not sniffling, but still naked and with his pants down, sitting hugging his knees.
Lydia Ivanovna sat in her chair with the cock still sticking out of her bush, but now without a condom; she was stroking it a little, sliding her hand along its shaft.
"Crawl here, whore!" – she beckoned Dima with her finger, who immediately crawled over, not daring to object.
"Did you like it, whore?" – she looked at him, holding her cock in her hands and slightly teasing it, stroking herself inside.
"Yes," – answered Dima, feeling an itch and burning in his asshole; his hole was wrecked, and it seemed to him that his asshole resembled a train tunnel.
"Did you see how Vitya put the condom on my cock?" – she handed him a sealed condom.
"Yes," – Dima answered again dejectedly, who practically two hours ago, coming and filling Irina's throat, had been absolutely happy and felt like an alpha male.
"Well then, demonstrate it for me," – she thrust her dick towards him.
Dima, embarrassed just like Vitya, tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth, took it out, and putting it in his mouth, holding it with his lips and teeth, leaned towards the seated Lydia Ivanovna and impaled her dick, which was so skillfully sheathed again in a new slippery rubber.
"Where did you learn that?" – Lydia Ivanovna asked with interest.
"I saw prostitutes do it, and I just managed it somehow," – Dima tried to justify himself.
In fact, a prostitute had once put a condom on him exactly like that, and he had remembered it with his cock and eyes. Why he repeated it himself, he didn't know; probably it was easier for him to put it on that way than how Vitya had done it. How he managed it on the first try, he himself didn't quite understand.
"Well, now sit on it," – he heard an unexpected order.
He thought he would just learn to put a condom on her dick and that's it, or maybe just give a blowjob, but to go anal again, he hadn't expected that at all.
"Come on, whore, straddle me and, looking into my eyes, sit on it," – she looked at him with insolent, confident eyes – "Come on, you little slut, give me pleasure. Sit on the cock, you hussy. Smile at me, whore."
Dima stood up and, spreading his legs wide, approached Lydia Ivanovna closely, so that his flaccid cock touched her breasts hidden under her blouse. Her legs were slightly spread; they remained between his legs. Lydia Ivanovna held her cock with one hand, keeping it vertical, and put her other hand on his waist. Dima began to squat and, finding her dick with his stretched anus, squatted lower, letting her cock into his asshole and began, like a whore in the cowgirl position, to ride, controlling both the tempo and depth. He looked into the insolent eyes of Lydia Ivanovna, who smiled slightly at him; he smiled back at her. She stroked his waist.
"Good little slut," – she smiled at him – "I'll come soon like this. Don't stop."
Lydia sat like a brutal male in her chair, and Dima, like a whore, rode her cock; this no longer looked like punishment, it was real fucking and even possibly some kind of cute and depraved sex. From this, Dima's cock began to rise, and Lydia Ivanovna, grabbing his cock with the hand she had removed from his waist, began to jerk his quickly hardening member.
The fucking continued for about ten minutes, and they came together. In the process, Dima covered her blouse with his sperm, but Lydia Ivanovna did not scold him for it.