Bitches in the Store Warehouse. Part 3
When the orgasm, the euphoria had passed for Dina-Dima, he got up from the table and, bending over, pulled his panties back on and adjusted the sundress. He suddenly felt so terribly uneasy and uncomfortable, and utterly ashamed of what had just happened. He awkwardly looked around at all the guests, who were watching him with mysterious smiles and looking at the cell phone that Alyokha-Alla was showing them. He also looked at the contented Vitya-Vika, who was sitting sprawled out, also looking at him with satisfaction, not hiding her beautiful, even teeth in a smile.
"Drink up, little bride," Vitya-Vika suggested to Dina-Dima, offering him a glass of wine, and he quickly, in one gulp, drank it, trying to wash down
his shame from what had happened in this way. How could he have sunk so low and allowed such a thing? He couldn't comprehend at all that he had been fucked with a strap-on right on the festive table in front of everyone, and in women's clothing with a made-up face. This was some complete fucking madness! Dina-Dima plopped down onto his chair and was immediately hugged by Vitya-Vika."You're quite the little slut," she said, smiling, starting a conversation with him. "You play the part excellently! Well done! I really like it!" she said in a half-whisper, and then added loudly, as if for everyone, "We should also have you suck it, Din." He saw with horror how the phallus was again attached to Vitya-Vika's crotch. "Come on, sweetie, suck me off." She looked at him and slightly shifted her gaze to the other guests, winking at them. "Come on, sweetie, get on your knees." Vitya-Vika pulled Dina-Dima down by the shoulder of his sundress towards her, between her legs, towards the phallus. "Don't be shy, slut! We're all friends here now!"
"But it was..." Dina-Dima wanted to say about the phallus, that it had been in his ass, but for some reason changed his mind and, squatting down, took it into his mouth, after which he began actively working his head. All the guests saw his working head and again began commenting on what a good bride Vitya-Vika had. From these joking remarks and from the next wave of intoxication after drinking the full glass of wine, Dina-Dima calmed down again and once more began playing the role of the slutty bride, peeking out from under the table and smiling at the guests, and he also smiled at Vitya-Vika. Already taking her phallus in his hands, he began licking it all over the base of the shaft and, at the end, taking his head all the way down to the hilt.
"Give us a deep throat!" shouted Alyokha-Alla, and all the guests supported her—"Yes, yes, let's have a deep throat!"
"Well, lie back on the table, on your back, with your head down," said Vitya-Vika, taking the phallus out of Dina-Dima's mouth and lifting him to his feet. At that time, Alyokha-Alla and the others hastily cleared the plates and snacks from the table, freeing up a resting place for Dina-Dima for further fucking.
"Maybe we shouldn't?" Dina-Dima asked Vitya-Vika somehow shyly and quietly.
"Oh, come on, what are you getting shy about now?" said the hostess somewhat without a smile. "Lie down, come on." Dina-Dima didn't argue. He took off his shoes and, sitting down first on his butt, turned 180 degrees and lay on his back on the table, bending his knees. The sundress opened up to the guests his panties, which were bulging from his already hard-on cock again, revealing to everyone his arousal from what the shop owner was doing to him.
"Look how hard he is!" laughed the guests, and they began vying to look under the bride's sundress. Dina-Dima, even getting embarrassed, clamped his knees together and put his hands on his crotch, pressing the sundress, trying to hide the view of his panties. "Oh, what a cutie, so shy," Dina-Dima heard these and similar comments.
"Head lower," Vitya-Vika took his forehead and pressed down. "Make your throat straight." She, no longer standing on ceremony, shoved the phallus into his mouth, and Dina-Dima could no longer say anything. Only from the unexpected thrust into his tonsils, he almost vomited, and he braced his hands against Vitya-Vika's thighs, trying to twist away and break free to get up from the table, but then he felt the real strength of Vika's hand.
"Hold him!" shouted Vitya-Vika to the girls at the table. "Get your fucking hands off, bitch!" she yelled, pressing down on the phallus, which was already pressing against his throat. Someone sat on Dina-Dima's body with their full weight and pinned him down. His hands were also pulled away from Vitya-Vika's thighs and pinned to the table by multiple hands, and he felt completely immobilized. He tried only to scream and even yell to stop all this, but all he managed now was to muffle moan and make nauseating sounds. His thrown-back head was held by Vitya-Vika by the chin with one hand, while with the other she held the phallus at her crotch and pressed on it with her pelvis. "Swallow, bitch!" Vitya-Vika was now shouting. "Take a swallow! It'll be easier! Swallow, damn it! Breathe through your nose! Breathe through your nose! Swallow!" Dina-Dima heard her commands and tried, through the tears streaming from his eyes, to take a swallow as she demanded, but nothing worked. He began breathing deeply through his nose, trying to relax his throat and take a swallow, and suddenly, with the next breath, he managed to swallow, and the phallus slid into his throat, swelling his neck. "Hey, well done, you bitch," he heard Vitya-Vika's approving voice and felt how the phallus, after staying still for a bit as if letting the throat accept it and stretch to get used to it more, and when the nauseating urges from Dina-Dima's throat subsided, began moving in his throat, plunging as if all the way to his chest. Dina-Dima continued to breathe deeply through his nose and tried to relax his throat even more, and this, with difficulty, worked. The phallus began going in almost entirely, no longer causing such immense discomfort as at the beginning. His cock, which someone from the guests grabbed and began masturbating, was getting hard again. The thing was, when Vitya-Vika was pushing the phallus into his throat, Dina-Dima's erection had subsided. Dina-Dima looked between Vitya-Vika's legs upside down. Something was running down his face, and he closed his eyes so that this mucus wouldn't get into them.
"Well done, slut," Vitya-Vika stroked Dina-Dima's throat, which was noticeably swelling, outlining the shape of the phallus moving in his throat. After about five minutes, Dina-Dima came from someone's skillful hands, and at that moment, almost immediately, Vitya-Vika's phallus left his throat. Freed from the phallus in his throat, he began greedily gasping for air, choking on thick saliva that had appeared from nowhere, and spitting it onto the floor, turning his head to the side, seeing Vitya-Vika's legs standing near him.
"Fuck, you got cum all over my sundress," Alyokha-Alla cursed. These words brought him back to reality again, and Dina-Dima, jumping off the table, sat on the floor, continuing to recover, holding his throat, which ached from such a very rough and brazen penetration. He looked at Vitya-Vika, who apparently had also come, or it was unknown what she had experienced while fucking Dina-Dima's throat with her phallus. She looked happy, and her eyes sparkled like some kind of maniac's.
"You're my slut-wife now," she said in a serious tone of voice. "Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up, slut!"
Dina-Dima, getting to his feet, went to the bathroom, where in the mirror he saw the reflection of a slut with mascara streaks all over, lipstick smeared all over his face, and eyes full of tears. He cupped water from the tap in his hands and splashed his face, as if trying to wash away the shame to which he himself had sunk, playing God knows what. Almost immediately after him, Alyokha-Alla ran into the bathroom.
"Get on your knees," she said, bursting in like a hurricane, unbuttoning her work robe, which she had put on when she gave her sundress to Dina-Dima.
"What?" Dima asked, not understanding what Alla wanted from him.
"I said get on your knees," she repeated, pressing on his shoulder with both hands. "I need to come urgently! I can't hold it anymore." She quickly took off her panties herself and put them on the sink.
"I can't do anymore," said Dima, submitting to Alla's hands and getting on his knees, not daring to resist. "I don't know how."
"Okay, well, fine, wash up and come back to us," Alla commanded, already buttoning up her robe after having come and returned to her normal state. Her voice was a bit rough. "You did well, actually," she praised him, putting on her panties.
"Uh-huh," Dima nodded, and as soon as Alla left, slamming the door, he immediately began jerking off his cock, which was bursting with excitement. It took very little to splatter the bathroom walls with semen, which shot out of his cock with force. After coming, Dima put his cock back into his panties, which were covered by the hem of Alka's sundress. Shame returned to him again. Dima washed off all the makeup of that slut he had seen in the mirror earlier. His anus and throat hurt, his face burned, either from shame or from chafing. The pain and burning of his face only added to the level of shame, and the intoxication was rapidly leaving his fucked-in-every-hole body. He was tormented by thoughts while he washed up. And then that brazen Alla, she made him do it right in the bathroom and did it as if it were just supposed to be that way, without even asking if he was ready to lick her. What happened? Maybe they slipped me something? Dima was looking for some excuse for his inappropriate behavior.