Miss Alyonka. Part 7
Arriving at her house, or rather at the bench, I began to obediently wait for Alyonka again, occasionally glancing at her windows. I didn't stand there long that time; about an hour later, I saw my mistress walking towards me. Approaching, Alyonka suggested we go to a local cafe for coffee.
Already seated at a table in the cafe, Alyonka asked me.
— Where is the rape recording?
— On my phone, should I delete it?
— Give me the phone – Alyonka took the phone and asked for the code, I told her and she opened the gallery, found that recording and asked – Are there any copies?
— No – I answered – I didn't make any. Sorry Alyon, forgive me, I wasn't myself
— Apologies need to be earned and atoned for. Understood?
/> — Yes – I answered, hoping she would forgive me and our previous relationship would resume.— Anyway, you don't have a phone anymore! Here's the SIM card – taking out the SIM card, she handed it to me – and also – pausing for a moment, Alyonka continued – I think 300 thousand will satisfy me as compensation – Alyonka looked at me intently.
— I'll take out a loan and give it to you, Alyon
— When we're alone, call me mistress! Understood?
— Yes
— Well then, for now – Alyonka finished her coffee and got up from the table – bring the money and we'll continue the conversation.
About a week later, I entered Alyonka's office and handed her an envelope with the money
— This is yours, mistress.
— Good, I'll expect you tomorrow after work at my home – Alyonka smiled contentedly – did you buy a new phone, by the way?
— Yes
Alright, go now – burying herself in the computer, the mistress cut me off
I was glad that everything was turning out so well, that my torment and longing were behind me, and that tomorrow I would again experience the same feelings to which my mistress Alyonka had accustomed me. That day and the next dragged on agonizingly long, but they passed, and now I was at the front door, ringing the bell.
Alyonka opened the door for me and invited me to the kitchen, where there were two other girls I didn't know with their boyfriends. They were celebrating a reunion, as I understood, of classmates. Alyona introduced me as her boyfriend and fiancé, and also solemnly announced that we were getting married soon and would file for registration at the end of December. I was, of course, stunned, but didn't show it and confirmed that was indeed the case. Then we drank and ate at the table, Alyonka sat me next to her and whispered in my ear that I should behave appropriately, not like a slave, but normally, while not forgetting myself or getting too drunk, as she still needed me.
— He's so obedient with me – Alyonka laughed heartily – He'd do anything to lick my sweet little pussy. Right? – she addressed me
— Yes – I answered, slightly embarrassed
— What, you really like it that much? – one of the girls asked me
— Yes – I answered, avoiding eye contact and feeling my face flush with shame, but my cock was hard and bulging in my pants.
This, of course, turned me on, but it was still a bit shameful.
— Hey – I heard Alyonka's voice and felt a slight kick in the butt. Turning around, I saw Alyonka sitting on a chair with her legs spread wide and her skirt lifted – Say hello to my pussy. You haven't greeted her yet today – Alyonka looked at me smiling and patted her snow-white panties.
I looked at the girls, who were frozen, watching what was happening, and obediently crouched down between Alyonka's legs. Stroking me, she moved her panties aside and I saw the object of my desire, my pussy, which I had missed so much. Stretching my head forward, I immersed myself in the actions called cunnilingus and gently ran my tongue from bottom to top, licking the secreted lubrication.
— Cool, cool – the girls started chattering excitedly – what a champ, and he's not even shy in front of us, he's like some kind of maniac you've got. Wow, Alyonka, we'll steal him from you right now and ditch our own guys. Will you lick ours too? – I heard the girls' playful exclamations.
— No way – Alyonka was saying, he's mine and only mine — while stroking my head like her obedient toy – What are you even thinking – Alyonka continued in a proprietorial tone.
My face was already covered in her lubrication, I continued to lick, suck, smack my lips, paying practically no attention to the discussions raining down about me.
— You're such a bitch, Alyonka, are you planning to come in front of us?
— No, I'm just showing off and demonstrating to you how to handle them – Alyonka continued to boast.
— Well, mine licks me too, but he definitely wouldn't in front of you – one of them said, justifying herself.
— And mine doesn't want to at all, though I haven't really offered it to him – said the other – Maybe you could lend yours for a little bit – the other one laughed heartily.
— Okay, that's enough – I heard Alyonka's voice – Go wash up and tidy yourself, or they really will take you – Alyonka said smiling – So, who am I? – Alyonka suddenly asked me somewhat sternly
— Mistress Alyonka – I said, getting up from my crouch and understood that my answer satisfied her.
— Do you love me, bitch?
— Very much! – although the word 'bitch' didn't quite appeal to me in that situation.
— Alright, go on, go wash up and come back to us.
I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror; my face was all covered in lubrication and shining from it. After washing up, I returned and, on the mistress's order, started cutting sausage and cheese onto plates. Then the guys returned and we continued the fun. Our fun smoothly transitioned into dancing, during which, to the envy of the guys, I was thoroughly groped, so to speak, but the guys didn't understand at all why I suddenly became so popular. Around two in the morning, the guests started getting ready to leave, and I was also sent home. I kind of tried to stay, but Alyonka practically kicked me out affirmatively.
— Good boy – the mistress whispered in my ear – We still have everything ahead of us…