Bitches in the store warehouse. part 2
"You're pretty cool like that," Vika encouraged Dima, who had completely wilted from the sudden humiliation and was sitting with a burgundy-red face. "You played along nicely for me."
His self-esteem suddenly rose, and he even decided to continue."Who's next?" Dima suddenly asked the ladies present, not expecting such boldness from himself.
"Wow, look at you," Vika laughed, hugging and kissing Dima on the cheek. "I'm not even done with you yet, and you're already making the rounds." Everyone laughed together again, and Dima laughed too, feeling that he was now at the peak of attention from the entire female team, and he was even starting to like it.
"Hey, why don't you dive in again," Vika joked again, spreading her legs and slapping herself between them. And Dima, also joking and playing along, as if with some whore, to the general laughter and approval, got on his knees and began demonstratively imitating licking his mistress Vika, sticking out his tongue and smiling at everyone who tried to stand up from the table to see this spectacle. Vika also began to playfully moan and gasp, stroking his head and fondling her own breasts. Then Vika took a whole cucumber from the table and pressed it against her crotch.
"Suck my dick, Dina," she playfully called Dima Dina.
"Of course, Vitya," said Dima, who had also gotten into the spirit, jokingly calling Vika Vitya, and began to imitate a blowjob, wrapping his lips around the cucumber. He began to slide them along the entire shaft of the cucumber, working his head like a whore during a blowjob.
"Hey, Dinochek, suck mine too," Alla ran up from the side, also pressing a cucumber to her crotch. Taking Dima by the hair, she pulled him away from Vika's cucumber and brought him to her simulated dick. "Suck Alyosha." Alla also started playing the "replace the name" game and came up with a name for herself that sounded similar to her own name, Alla. "Alyosha also wants the whore Dianochka to suck him off." And Dima, smiling at Alla, still on his knees, no longer feeling any shame, smiling, began to imitate a blowjob for her too, taking her by the butt and stroking it.
"Listen, Dina," Vika said, leaning back in her chair and putting the cucumber he had sucked back on the table, crossing her legs. "Probably for what I'm doing with you here now, I, like a real gentleman, should offer you my hand and heart and marry you." Everyone laughed, but without any sharp teasing.
"Let's have a wedding?" Alla said, leaving the cucumber in Dima's mouth and stepping away from him. "There's tulle there." She went and took a white tulle from the cupboard, resembling a bride's veil, and held it out at arm's length. "Here."
"Let's do it," said Vika. "Go to my office and prepare my bride Dina for me. As the groom, I shouldn't see her," Vika said, smiling with her eyes closed.
"Let's go," Alla said, taking Dima by the hand. "Enough sucking that." Dima, out of inertia, was still sucking the cucumber and, hearing this remark, bit it off.
"Fuck," everyone sort of hissed and... "What a merciless bride," like, "bit off the dick."
"Wait," said Vika and was the first to go to her office. In the meantime, wine was poured at the table, and amid friendly admiration for Dima's acting, everyone drank to the future "bride." Vika returned after three to five minutes, saying the office was free for the bride.
"Well, let's go, dear," Alla led Dima to the office; two other girls went with them.
"So let's just agree that now Dima is Dina, I am Vitya, and you are Alyokha," she said, looking at Alla. "Okay?" She looked at the others. "Who else is in on it? Who's with us? Or are you just spectators?"
"We are grateful spectators," the female team of this store said in chorus. "We believe in you. What more do you need? Groom, unfaithful bride, lover, and maybe if it's really dragging, we'll help out," the girls smiled.
"Meet them," Alla-Alyokha came out of the office, and from behind the door appeared Dina-Dima. She was wearing Alka's sundress, which she had taken off herself and pulled onto Dima (they were practically the same size, and she put on a work robe for herself). On top, a veil was draped over his head (tulle bunched up on his head with tape), on his feet were shoes with rather high heels that Alla found in Vika's office and which also fit Dima. And he also had provocative, whorish makeup: his eyes were quite brightly lined and drawn, and bright red lipstick was on his lips. Meanwhile, Vika had drawn a mustache on one of the price tags with a black marker and attached it under her nose, putting on a cap left by a former loader and tucking her luxurious hair into this cap, twisting it into a ponytail. She looked like some kind of migrant worker, in a tracksuit, with a mustache and a cap, and she added an accent to this.
"Privet, lyubimka," said Vitya-Vika and, approaching Dina-Dima, kissed him on the cheek. "Poshly chto li za stol moya to radyst?" And Dina-Dima, even trying to sway his hips but only hobbling on the heels—Dima had never walked in heels before—barely made it to the table and sat down next to the groom Vitya-Vika.
"Gorko, gorko," the guests immediately shouted, as at a wedding, and Vitya-Vika stood up and kissed Dina-Dima passionately, everyone started counting. Dina-Dima couldn't believe his luck, because even though it was a joke, he was now really kissing passionately, with tongue, the store owner herself, whom he had been afraid of like fire literally half an hour ago, and now he was playing such an interesting game with her. The wine in his veins was also playing, giving him euphoria that continued to wash over Dina-Dima, and he himself was already craving the continuation of the game.
"Look what I have," Vika showed Dima under the table a real dildo in her hands. It was flesh-colored and practically indistinguishable from a real dick. "Surprise everyone unexpectedly? Huh? Will you play along?" She gave him a friendly nudge shoulder to shoulder, and Dina-Dima, smiling, nodded to her.
"Well, to the newlyweds," Alyokha-Alla raised a toast, and everyone again raised their glasses and drank.
"Gorko, gorko," the wedding guests started shouting again, and again Vitya-Vika merged in a passionate kiss with Dina-Dima.
"Oh, I can't take it anymore, Din," Vitya-Vika stood up. "I want to fuck you." She lifted Dina-Dima to his feet from the chair and went behind his back, kicking the chair away with her foot, which fell with a crash. "I can't stand it anymore," Vitya-Vika said and, in front of everyone, bent Dina-Dima over doggy-style, propping his hands on the table, throwing the skirt of the sundress onto his back, and, unexpectedly for Dina-Dima, quickly pulled down his underwear. But Dina-Dima did not resist, remembering that he was playing the role of the bride and, moreover, his mistress had asked him to play along with her. However, not very good thoughts still crept into his head when he felt a dildo pressing against his anus and, pressing, began to penetrate, sliding; apparently, Vika had lubricated it with something.
"Ow," Dima turned to Vika, frightened. "Don't," he said now in complete seriousness.
"Don't worry, I lubricated it," she held him with one hand by the thigh, under the stomach, not letting him move away, and was already halfway into his anus with the dildo.
"Fuuuuuck," Dina-Dima unexpectedly for himself either moaned or shouted, and turning to the guests, blushed again, realizing what Vitya-Vika was actually doing to him now. So that's why she went to her office first; she went for the dildo. So she always had it in her office, Dina-Dima reasoned, receiving more and more thrusts. Why does it feel so good? Dima didn't even want to admit to himself that he liked how his mistress was fucking him with a dildo in front of everyone, even though everyone thought it was just simulated fucking. He rolled his eyes, and everyone, smiling and encouraging, said how naturally he was playing the bride being fucked right at the wedding table. The fucking turned into outright pounding, and the guests began to protest because the "newlyweds" were shaking the table too much, and Dina-Dima, practically in ecstasy, lay on the table, still in doggy-style, closing his eyes from pleasure and flying off somewhere into the sky of happiness. Alyokha-Alla, unable to restrain her curiosity, went to the side of the "newlyweds" and saw that her friend Vika was really fucking Dima, holding the dildo by hand at her crotch. Turning to the guests and pressing a finger to her lips (like, quiet), she began to show those present with gestures (the index finger of one hand going into two fingers of the other hand, depicting an asshole in the form of an OK sign). This meant that Vika was really fucking him. Then she took out her cell phone, made a short video, and just as quietly, on tiptoe, left and sat in her place. Dina-Dima didn't even notice Alla approaching them and continued lying on the table, closing his eyes, moaning and gasping. Vitya-Vika took Dina-Dima's dick and began to jerk him off, but she didn't have to jerk for long. Dina-Dima powerfully shot several times under the table, clots of thick sperm from a virgin who had known a woman for the first time.
After Dina-Dima came, Vitya-Vika pulled out of him and, putting the dildo away, sat back down on her chair at the "wedding" table, while Dina-Dima remained bent over doggy-style, still lying fucked on the table for some time, gradually returning to reality.