Chronicles of Another World 4
"Svetlana Georgieva, please, Elena Sergeevna."
The boss's driver slammed the rear door shut and we drove off.
"Well, my dear," Svetlana Georgievna placed her hand on my thigh, "make up your mind today, about Nina."
"Yes," I turn my gaze to the window, a lump rose in my throat, tears welled up.
"Kolya, you haven't forgotten? We're going to Yekaterinburg today."
"Yes, of course I remember," Kolya increased speed.
We got onto Rublevskoye Highway. We reached the office fairly quickly, oddly enough.
We parted in the elevator; I got off on my department's floor and went to my office.
"Olya, make me some coffee
please."Literally 10 minutes later, my coffee was ready. Olya, my secretary, with practiced movements, placed the cup on the table and laid out napkins.
"Olya, I'll have an errand for you."
Olga turned around.
"Yes, Elena Sergeevna, I'm listening," she smiled.
"Actually, no, I should do it myself. There's a meeting at 12, don't forget."
Olga nodded and left. Taking my phone out of my purse, I look at Nina's number. Thinking for a second, I opened the messages.
"Nina... I'm very bitter... but it's your choice, be happy, goodbye."
After some time, a message notification pulled me out of my thoughts.
"It just happened, I didn't mean to, forgive me. I sent the keys by courier."
Pushing the phone away on the table, I look at the cooling coffee.
"How fragile life is, how fragile love is."
A call from the landline phone pulled me out of my thoughts.
"Yes, I'm listening."
"Elena Sergeevna, come in," Svetlana Georgievna's confident and clear voice sounded through the receiver.
In the reception area, I stopped in front of the mirror and examined myself, straightened my dress, my hair. Olya nodded approvingly.
"Larisa," I look questioningly at the boss's secretary.
"She's waiting," Larisa said with a smile.
"Svetlana Georgievna," I close the door behind me and walk over to the meeting table.
"I'm leaving for three days and I'm thinking of leaving you to act in my place."
I look questioningly.
"Gleb Andreevich is on vacation, and Elizaveta Sergeevna is neither fish nor fowl," she continued, walking around the table. I clearly heard the door lock click.
"Lenochka," Svetlana Georgievna said, massaging my shoulders, "I'll miss you, and you're my girl, aren't you?"
I rubbed my cheek against her left hand and moaned softly.
"Well, you will, am I right?" she leaned towards me and smiled.
I gently kissed her on the lips.
"I'm afraid I won't manage."
"It's only for three days, come to me."
Svetlana Georgievna sat down on the small sofa and beckoned invitingly with her finger. Feeling the recent taste of her lips and seeing her enchanting smile, I sat down next to her.
We somehow don't make it a habit to publicize relationships between women, but we know how such glances often end.
"Have you decided about Nina?" slightly metallic notes sounded in the boss's voice.
"Oh, I don't want to talk about it," I waved my fingers dismissively.
"Why do I ask, my dear, because you dominated her, right?"
"If you can put it that way," I avert my gaze.
"Well, well, don't be modest, kitten," Svetlana Georgievna placed her palm on my right thigh.
It felt like an electric shock. She began to gently stroke me.
"I'll tell you this: all young girls must obey and serve adult women, do you understand what I mean?"
I look at the boss and feel a wave of excitement pass through my body, a dull ache below. She is already stroking my thigh more openly, looking into my eyes questioningly. Under that gaze, I feel I can't resist, let alone dominate; I only want to obey and be submissive.
"Clever little bitch, I see you're the one who hasn't yet understood her true nature."
The boss ran her palm along the inner side of my right thigh and touched my pubic area through the thin fabric of my panties. She cupped my pussy with her hand and, squeezing her fingers slightly, looked into my eyes. I take a deep breath and freeze, looking into her eyes unwaveringly, only my chest heaving slightly from the deep breathing.
"So open up, my girl, accept your role," she is already stroking with her fingers through the fabric of my panties, creating vibration and provoking lubrication.
"Oooh, what are you doing...," I whisper with trembling lips on the exhale.
The front hem of my dress is lifted; I am exposed, feeling a chill on my panties from the secreted lubrication.
"Address me as Mistress," my boss whispered and, shifting, pulled her skirt up to her waist, slightly spreading her thighs.
As if spellbound, slowly, without taking my eyes off hers, I lower myself to my knees between her legs.
She nods to me and lifts her buttocks off the sofa; immediately understanding her desire, I slipped my fingers under the elastic of her snow-white panties, pulled them down, carefully maneuvering them around her shoes.
"Press them to your face," comes the command.
Without taking my eyes off hers, I brought the panties up and, pressing my mouth and nose against them, took a deep breath, feeling dizzy, exhaled noisily, and inhaled again.
"Aaaahhhh"
"Bitch, remember how your Mistress smells, a whole three days I won't be near you, three days!"
I inhale the scent, now of my Mistress; from excitement and the smell, my head is spinning; I moaned softly.
"Well, enough!" she points with her finger to her crotch and lifts her hips towards her chest, leaning back against the backrest.
Spellbound, I look at the pink, neat labia, the hooded bump with the clitoris. A little lower, the opening of the lips, at the entrance to the vagina, the folds are slightly moistened with lubrication. Even lower, between the buttocks, a neat pink ring of the anus, with tiny rays on the smooth edges. Holding her thighs with her hands, she stretched her buttocks with her fingers and nodded invitingly to me.
"When I return, I'll give you something sweet, otherwise you won't wait," she laughed quietly.
Understanding her unquestionably, I gently placed my palms on her firm thighs and lightly touched her anus with the tip of my tongue. A soft inhale was heard from above.
"Aaassss," she froze.
I circle my tongue around the edges of the hole and begin to lick, from bottom to top, in circles, and again from bottom to top. After some time, slurping sounds are heard from the gathered saliva; her hole is completely wet. The Mistress moans softly, wriggling her pelvis.
"Bitch, be bolder, go inside," she placed her left palm on my head and pressed, with her right hand, wetting her fingers in her mouth, she began to caress her clitoris.
Her moans intensified; gently, I insert my tongue inside along the smooth walls, as far as I can, my lips touching the anus, sucking.
"Oooooh god! Yes, yes, like that!"
She has already lowered her hips and is squeezing my head with her thighs, her legs tensed. I move my tongue faster back and forth and in circles, feeling the anus trying to clench around it. I try to look up with my eyes; the Mistress has thrown her head back and...
"Aaaaa fuckkkkk"
In a convulsive cry, biting her lips, she comes; I feel the lubrication with my nose and glance warily at the office door.
"Don't get distracted," I receive a light slap, "go to the restroom and wash up, you're probably wet," she smiles.
As if in a fog, I got up and went into the adjacent room through the door opposite the reception area. Entered the toilet stall, took off my panties, and washed at the bidet.
"And wash your face!"
I heard from behind the door.
My thoughts are tangled in my head. Am I a bitch? Oh no... I like this, am I a bitch? Oh yesss...
Coming back out into the office, I approached the Mistress's desk.
"That's all, Elena Sergeevna, take charge, I trust you," the boss smiled.
Svetlana Georgievna picked up the phone.
"Larisa, tell Nikolai we're leaving, and yes, draft an order for Elena Sergeevna, Acting Director of the company, yes, I'll sign it when I return," she hung up.
My heart began to beat wildly as soon as I stepped into the reception area. After all, Larisa smiled so suspiciously, and it seemed to me that she understood everything.