FootFetish 6
Victor knelt, ready for anything Lydia Ivanovna might command, as he now understood she was also his Mistress. Various thoughts swirled in his head about what he would have to do, how he would, with some reluctance, but still perform cunnilingus on his boss, and that he would do it, as he now understood, together with Yulka, perhaps taking turns, with two mouths, and maybe he would even manage to fuck Lydia Ivanovna, and perhaps not just her, but also, probably definitely, Yulka, spinning her like a propeller on his cock. He got a little carried away imagining Yulia sucking his cock and...
"Are you here?" Lydia Ivanovna called out to Victor. "Where did you fly off
to?" she smiled slightly. "Get up from your knees." And Victor, delighted by this turn of events, stood up. For some reason, he felt such lightness when she told him to get up from his knees; it was as if he had returned to his home, to a family where he would be loved and respected, and where he would fuck Yulka and possibly fuck Lydia Ivanovna herself, but he would definitely fuck Yulka, and everywhere he caught her—his blissful thoughts carried him away again, somewhere into the distance of his dreams."So then," Lydia Ivanovna continued, "so now we all understand who is who! Right?" She looked at Yulia, who was still modestly averting her gaze from Victor's now brazen look, and shifted her gaze to Victor, who also smiled and even nodded to his boss in a relaxed manner. *So what if I lick her*, Victor thought, looking at Lydia Ivanovna. *She's very beautiful, stately, sweet, and I might even...* His sweet thoughts were interrupted again by Lydia.
"We'll study the commands!" She looked at Victor with playful and slightly cold eyes, the corners of her lips smiling slightly. "Vi-tyu-sha!" Lydia Ivanovna pronounced slowly but clearly, syllable by syllable. "That's the command for you, Vitya! And on this command, you must sit on your knees! Understood?"
"Yes," Victor nodded, ready to fulfill any of her wishes and already anticipating when she would tell him to lick her and when, aroused, she would ask him to fuck her.
"Vi-tyu-sha," Lydia Ivanovna repeated. Victor still stood there, melting in a foolish smile, continuing to look at Lydia Ivanovna. "So look! I repeat again! The command 'Vi-tyu-sha' is the command for Victor to get on his knees!" He looked at her and nodded, then understood from her instantly chilled gaze what Lydia Ivanovna wanted from him. He got on his knees. "Not get on, but sit!" Lydia Ivanovna said displeasedly. Victor sat back on his heels. "Put your hands on your hips and sit there meekly! Understood?"
"Yes," Victor nodded.
"Stand up," commanded Lydia Ivanovna, and Victor stood up. "So then, if anyone disobeys me, then after the fifth warning, they're out of here—suitcase, train station, village! And for someone, first the army!" She looked at Victor. "I set the rules, and they can change when I say so and want to!" She walked and sat back down at her desk. "Vi-tyu-sha." Victor sat back on his heels and put his hands on his hips, glancing slightly at Yulia, and she glanced at him. She was displeased that she was again on equal footing with him and even in a more disadvantageous position for now, and she had a feeling that Lydia Ivanovna would definitely give Victor the command to fuck her. This depressed her, and she continued to sit quietly and meekly at the meeting table, comforting herself that she had chosen this herself and that she would still be the deputy now, which meant she would at least gain financially. She was also unsettled by Victor's somewhat playful attitude toward what was happening, who just, only five minutes ago, stood there neither alive nor dead, and now was even smiling and looking at her in a slutty way, already fucking her with his eyes.
Everything that happens in this office stays in this office, but—" she turned to Yulia—"what's your patronymic?"
"Sergeevna," Yulia answered quietly.
"Right," Lydia Ivanovna looked at Victor. "Now she is Yulia Sergeevna for you! Understood? And if I hear you not addressing her by her first name and patronymic, then blame yourself! Clear? And don't you dare disobey her now! Her order is like mine! Understood?"
"Yes," Victor answered, still smiling slightly.
"You will finish foot massage courses and be my personal masseur! Judging by your tendencies in the video, you are inclined toward foot fetishism, and you will now do it for me! Clear?"
"Yes," Victor answered. In his thoughts, he began to guess that he might not have to lick her pussy after all! She has Yulka for that! Oh, he corrected himself in his mind, Yulia Sergeevna.
"Vitya, crawl to me," a command sounded unexpectedly for Victor. He looked at Lydia Ivanovna, and she raised an eyebrow slightly. "If you don't want to obey me, you can get up and fuck off from here, you SCUM!" She slapped her palm on the table again and stood up! At this, all the smiles vanished from Victor's face, and all his rosy dreams evaporated again. He returned to reality and realized that, in principle, this was no joke at all, and he could simply get into trouble. Victor got on all fours and crawled toward Lydia Ivanovna.
"Wiggle your ass! Slut! I like it when my sluts wiggle their asses!" Victor wiggled as best he could; it probably looked funny from the side because he saw the previously gloomy Yulia Sergeevna giggle. "Bring me my panties from the couch," Lydia Ivanovna pointed with her hand. When Victor crawled to the couch, wiggling his ass, and tried to take the panties with his hand, he heard the rough voice of the Mistress: "In your teeth! In your teeth, slut, bring them and crawl to me." Victor leaned toward the panties and felt the scent of an aroused woman; something seemed to burst into his head! He instantly became aroused and was ready to fuck one of them right then, but he couldn't do it without a command and could barely restrain himself from taking out his cock and jerking off right there. With the panties in his teeth like a little dog, Victor brought them to his mistress, who took them, put them in the desk drawer, and praised him by tapping his head lightly, like an owner praising a dog.
"To my feet!" Lydia Ivanovna extended her left foot, which was in the same shoes Victor had cum on twice not long ago. "This is a command to action! Understood? After this, you must start pleasing my feet! And if the command is 'nearby!' then just sit at my feet! Well, okay, you'll learn more later."
"Yes," Victor answered and, bending down, began covering Lydia Ivanovna's shoe with kisses. She leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs.
"Suck the heel, slut! You're a good slut, aren't you?" She smiled, glancing at Yulia, who also smiled back at her. Victor was already sucking the heel himself, licking it and swallowing, then moved to the toe of the shoe and continued kissing and licking it. He couldn't believe this was all happening in reality, and if it was a dream, he didn't want to wake up!
"Take off the shoe and suck my toes." Victor gently took off the shoe and carefully placed it nearby. Kissing the big toe, he began moving higher up the ankle, then, embracing her calves, began kissing her shin, approaching her knee. His aroused consciousness pulled him further up, toward the coveted pussy, which he didn't entirely want to lick, but now he wanted it himself, he really wanted to plunge his lips into the scent of Lydia Ivanovna's slit.
"Stop!" Lydia Ivanovna stopped him by the head. "Above the knees is the territory of my deputy! And your territory is below the knees! And you will suck for Yulia Sergeevna, not me! You haven't earned me yet, slut!" Yulia listened to what Lydia was saying and understood why Lydia used the word 'suck.' She had a large clitoris, while Yulia's was small, barely noticeable, but as they say in the people, yes! 'Sucked,' for example, not 'licked'! Yes, exactly! He will suck for me! I am his boss! I need to put myself in my place right away, otherwise it will be difficult later!
Victor continued, as directed by Lydia, to suck her toes, sucking each one in turn with his wet lips. He penetrated his playful tongue between her toes, sucked the edge of her foot, the foot itself from heel to top. Lydia's foot was small, neat, only size 37, and it didn't quite easily, but with a stretch of Victor's lips, still penetrated deep into his mouth. Victor gagged a little but, holding the foot with both hands, sucked it like a huge cock! He saw how, under her skirt, Lydia Ivanovna's bushy pussy was getting aroused and already glistening; a droplet that had escaped slipped somewhere down toward her anus and disappeared there—how desirable the forbidden fruit was! Victor really wanted to find that drop of honey and definitely lick it up. He was happy that he had such a wonderful job and such a beautiful boss. Lydia herself slipped off the other shoe from her right foot and already brought it to his hands and mouth.
"I want it too," Lydia heard Yulia's voice.
"Come here then," Lydia stood up and took her foot from Victor's hands. She walked barefoot to the couch and sat down, sprawling. "So, this one for you!" she addressed Victor. "And this one for you!" Smiling contentedly, Lydia looked at Yulia, threw back her head, and spread her arms on the back of the couch. "Work, sluts! I definitely like you!"
"Okay," Yulia said submissively and, walking around the table, approached the couch where the boss sat vulgarly, spreading her legs wide apart—or rather, one foot, which Victor continued to suck, kiss, and lick, was straightened with the heel on the floor, and the other, bent at the knee, awaited Yulia. When Yulia said she wanted it too, she got into a bit of a fix; she meant that she envied Lydia Ivanovna's pleasure and wanted Victor to kiss and suck her feet too, as her new boss, but Lydia understood it in her own way, and Yulia didn't argue. Approaching her mistress, embracing her thigh, she began covering her knee with kisses. Lydia's hand fell on Yulia's head, and she pulled her to her lips, and they merged in a passionate kiss. Victor continued to service Lydia's foot. He saw Yulia's hand slide into the boss's pussy and begin to enter her with her fingers. Lydia Ivanovna began to arch her back and move her foot, which Victor kept up with so deftly. He continued to slobber over the already slobbery and slippery-from-his-saliva foot. Yulia kissed Lydia deeply, sometimes covering her neck, chin, cheeks, ears with kisses; her fingers kept masturbating her bushy black pussy, which squelched with pleasure and arousal. The Mistress also embraced Yulia and stroked her between her legs, but she was in jeans, so she stroked her over them. Yulia moaned and moved her hips toward Lydia's hand. Victor continued, gagging, to take the foot deeper and deeper into his mouth, all the toes together. His lips were already stretched and slid easily over the foot, delivering indescribable pleasure to Lydia Ivanovna.
"Aaah," Lydia moaned, embracing Yulia and cumming on her hand. "Fuuuuck! Fuuuuck! Good, bitch! Good." Lydia pulled her foot from Victor's hands and, still embracing Yulia, lay there, having slid from the back of the couch in pleasant languor, her ass sliding to the floor. Victor's cock was smoking, and he was ready to put it to use, but there was no command, and he didn't want to get into trouble without a command, and he didn't have permission to jerk off either. Maybe later we'll agree on who will do what and how, but for now, he'd probably have to wait. He noticed that he was sitting in the position of ass on heels—as Lydia Ivanovna required of him.