FootFetish 7
— Well, so what—Lydia Ivanovna broke the silence, sitting back down at her stately desk, adjusting her skirt and putting on her panties—it's time for you to suck too!—she addressed Viktor—look, the boss is bored! She hasn't come once today! Consider that you haven't earned your bonus either! Come on, quickly fuck her pussy in front of me, but this is an exception! In my office, they only suck for me! Clear? You have your own office! Simply, as the making of a whore! I want to see it myself and I'm making an exception! Take off your pants—Lydia smiled, looking at Yulia—now he's going to suck you off for your bonus! By the way, you'll now be able to reward him yourself! But only
don't spoil him— I need to step out for five minutes—Yulia said in a half-whisper, embarrassed, addressing Lydia Ivanovna
— Where?—asked the boss
— Well—she hesitated—I need to...
— Come on, just say it! We're all among ourselves here today—Lydia smiled and looked at Viktor, who was still sitting on the floor near the sofa and, by the look of him, wasn't exactly thrilled about the prospect of having to lick Yulia now. His cock was just bursting to get out, it was even aching and he was ready to just explode. Viktor got up somewhat displeased, brushing off his knees, glancing at Yulia, who would now most likely have to get her pussy licked. Viktor didn't want to become her whore at all! He was willing to be a whore for Lydia Ivanovna, but why should he lick Yulka? Because she became a deputy? Well, she became a deputy by sucking off Lydia Ivanovna! Ugh, I should have been the first to manage it somehow! Ugh, I missed my chance.
— I need to pee—said Yulia, slightly embarrassed, blushing
— Ah, well go then—said Lydia Ivanovna and immediately became thoughtful, bringing her index finger to her lips, her gaze stopping on Viktor
— Vi-tyu-sha—Viktor, hearing the command, without having time to brush himself off and straighten up, obediently sat on his heels and looked at Lydia Ivanovna, who was still sitting just as gracefully in her black, large, beautiful, and expensive chair.
— Wait, Yulia—she called out to Yulia—but here—she pointed her hand towards Viktor—here's your toilet! Well, if you just want to pee, of course—she laughed a little merrily at her.
Yulia stopped at "Wait" and turned around. At the heard proposal from Lydia Ivanovna—to use Viktor as a toilet—her eyes widened and she shook her head negatively and stretched out her hands as if to say no, no, don't. Viktor's eyes widened too; he hadn't counted on the prospect of being someone's toilet at all and hadn't even contemplated such a thing in his deepest, secret thoughts. He even felt a bit nauseous from this proposal. He couldn't believe that now, whether as a joke or seriously, Lydia Ivanovna and Yulka were discussing whether to use him as a toilet or not.
— No, I'll be quick and I'll be right back—said Yulia, objecting, and went to the door
— Stop, wait—Lydia Ivanovna called out to her and, unhurriedly, came out from behind the desk and walked towards her with a confident gait, swaying her butt like a cat, though still barefoot—you want to show who's who, right?—she said this completely ignoring Viktor sitting on the floor, whom she ruffled the hair of as she passed by—He still doesn't perceive you as his boss! Understand! It will be difficult for you to subdue him and put him in his place without this! Fill his stomach with your "compote" and let him from now on be your toilet and slave, let him know his place, and I want to watch! Well, and then the duties of sucking him off aren't removed from anyone—she smiled, spreading her hands—he will suck! But later, later! When you want! When you say! And now, when you finish, let him suck you off! You must do this! You must come! I'll help you, don't be afraid! I'll caress your breasts afterwards.
Viktor sat in the middle of the office and didn't even want to imagine this. He was, of course, on Yulia's side, who was shaking her head negatively, and he was also mentally shaking his head with her. She didn't want to make him drink her urine, justifying that she simply couldn't do it, that it was beyond her moral norms and she wouldn't cope with it emotionally. Yulia wasn't lying; she really couldn't even imagine how she could piss in Viktor's mouth. Of course, she wanted power over him and to show who's who, but not so immorally! And she really wanted him to lick her pussy, not so much to come, but to show that she is the boss and he is her whore! Or at least to kiss her feet! But she wasn't ready to fill him with her urine! However, the feeling that she was about to wet herself was playing against Yulia in the argument with Lydia Ivanovna.
— No—Yulia refused—No! No! Don't even ask! I can't!
— I'm not asking you! I'm ordering you!—already having changed her expression and tired of persuading, said the Mistress in a cold, chilling tone—take off your jeans and come over to this toilet—she pointed her index finger at Viktor—alive!!!
— Lydia Ivanovna—Viktor drawled—I...
— Shut up, whore!—she barked in his direction—if I hear any more whining from you today, get the fuck out of here! UNDERSTOOD?—she hissed angrily at him from above and then shifted her icy gaze to Yulia—from this hissing and look, the blood froze in the veins of both Yulia and Viktor. Yulia, understanding that Lydia Ivanovna was losing her temper, quickly kicked off her sneakers, one foot after the other, quickly unbuttoning her jeans, which she took off and placed on the visitor's chair, then took off her socks and, left in her pretty panties, took those off too, remaining only in her blouse. Her bladder was already pressing hard on her conscience, and "Conscience" had already decided! It decided to empty her bladder into the stomach of this new slave of hers, as Lydia Ivanovna wanted. Viktor sat on his butt, hands on his hips, he was shaking and trembling, his fingers clenched into fists from helplessness, crumpling his trousers. Inside, he was indignant about everything that was happening! His inner voice was screaming and protesting, even sobbing and whining! His cock had gone limp and there was no excitement anymore. Viktor was overcoming himself, overcoming the nausea rising in his throat, while he was silent as a fish. Viktor just watched with frightened eyes as Yulia prepared for this humiliating procedure and blinked his eyelashes, understanding that now he would be, like a vessel, filled with the urine of that bitch whom he had always considered, if not lower, then certainly not higher than himself. Even now, just a few minutes ago, he was waiting for when he would fuck her. He couldn't believe that what was about to happen would be something he would be ashamed of for the rest of his life! To jump up and start protesting and renounce everything he had agreed to today, signed up for, was also a bad option, but he didn't want to become a toilet! This was beyond his strength and...
And then Viktor felt the first stream of salty "compote" on his tongue. His mouth quickly filled and he, so as not to spill, began to quickly swallow from this specific source. His Adam's apple went up and down, letting the urine pass through. Yulia looked at Viktor's helpless and pitiful face with eyes still squeezed shut from shame and began to grow in her own eyes, while he in her eyes fell with each swallow to the level of a TOILET! Just a TOILET! With each new portion of urine released into his mouth, she became more and more confident; she even began to enjoy watching how this puppy reluctantly but submitted to her and drank her urine! Fuck! He's drinking my urine! Scumbag!—thoughts flew through the head of the already aroused deputy. Viktor, accepting another portion, choked and some of the urine spilled onto his chest, running down his chin, and some splashed on Yulia's belly and blouse, which enraged Yulia. She, not expecting it from herself, pushed him away from her and, to Lydia Ivanovna's surprise, spat in his face—Yulia remembered what a nonentity this Vitya was! No pity for this scumbag! He will be my toilet and whore! As it should be! Lydia Ivanovna is right.
— If you spill on me again, you bastard, I'll shit in your mouth! Understood? Understood? She slapped him on the temple with her palm. Viktor only nodded and opened his mouth again—don't rush, bitch! I'm not in a hurry! Swallow in the portions I give you!—she began to calm down and lecture Viktor. With each second, Yulia was turning more and more into a bitchy slut. At the same time, she was already slyly smiling at Lydia Ivanovna—swallow, whore! Yulia commanded when she poured another portion. Viktor felt how his stomach was filling more and more with warm urine, and this was probably not urine anymore, but shame! Which he continued to swallow. He was morally crushed; he wanted to get up and run away, to wake up finally! And Viktor also couldn't understand where this bitch had so much urine, who kept pissing and pissing, commanding to open his mouth, close it, swallow! Viktor was already accepting the urine with his eyes open and saw the impudent gaze of his immediate superior, who, having finished pissing, commanded him to lick and clean her pussy! Although her smoothly shaved and beautiful pussy was hard to call a cunt.
While Viktor was licking off every drop, he understood and felt that Yulia Sergeevna had become aroused, either from his tongue licking off the drops, or from humiliating him, and she wasn't planning to let him go; on the contrary, Yulia was preparing to come and she had already grabbed his hair with her hand and was sliding her lustful pussy over his face, rubbing his nose, lips, chin, and even capturing his forehead and smearing his entire face with the never-ending lubrication that was pouring out like a waterfall. Then, throwing back her head, Yulia Sergeevna screamed at the ceiling, not holding back! This climax scream was probably heard by the entire agency!
Yulia Sergeevna came exactly while standing, almost breaking Viktor when she bore down on him coming, pressing him to the floor. Viktor lay under Yulia and understood—that which he was so afraid of had still happened and that he was now a real toilet and slave of this bitch! He looked, somewhat guiltily and pitifully from under her, at Lydia Ivanovna, who stood with a satisfied face and also looked into his eyes.
That's it!—Lydia Ivanovna said smiling—that's it, everyone is in their place now!