Secrets of the Investigation. Part 11
Ksyusha, nicknamed Sima, was very cunning and calculating. She "worked" in clubs and bars, scouting for potential victims. Sima would sit down next to lonely guys and men who, of course, fell for her beauty and would get drunk without even noticing. Then they would walk her home, hoping to fuck her, but on the way, Sima's accomplices would catch up with them and attack the victim. After the robbery, she would "caringly" wipe the victim's blood with a handkerchief and ask if he remembered the attackers and was planning to file a report with the police. If he was, she would try to talk him out of it in every possible way.
Almost always, the victims refused to file a report
that evening, which mostly ended with nothing for them. The detectives really wanted to crack Sima's accomplices and get to this sly and treacherous fox, but they couldn't get close to her. These were just assumptions, and the new "secret witness" intrigued them greatly, but Zhaba Irina Vladimirovna didn't give up "her own"!Andrey, over the course of the evening while waiting for the inevitable cunnilingus for Sima, had already imagined a hundred times how ashamed he (the investigator) would be to perform cunnilingus on a criminal who was essentially the leader of the criminal group in this district. He imagined what would happen when the detectives finally cracked her case and brought her to criminal responsibility. How Zhaba would probably try to cover for her secret witness, protect her, and Andrey imagined his own role in all of this.
And his role was simply to be a cunt-licker for both Sima and Zhaba, and all of this was supposed to remain a complete secret of the investigation. Andrey, of course, also remembered the lawyer Lyubov Sergeevna, who also knew his secret and who probably also laid claim to his mouth and tongue, but he still put her in second place. This situation depressed Andrey, making him a whore for a criminal, but it also excited him because Sima was very beautiful!
"So, where am I going?" Andrey asked Zhaba, for whom, as usual, he was changing her shoes at the end of the day.
"Where? How should I know where?" Irina Vladimirovna was surprised.
"Well, so..." Andrey hesitated, blushing, "I need to today..."
"Ahhh..." Zhaba remembered and understood, "Going to lick Sima's cunt?"
"Well, no," Andrey blushed even more.
"Lyubov Sergeevna called and said you're not needed today," Zhaba answered rudely, "You'll get your fill of licking! Don't worry!"
"I don't even want to," Andrey objected, sensing Irina Vladimirovna's mockery.
It seemed to him that she thought he was asking for it himself, but that wasn't the case! He just wanted to know what awaited him and when! He generally wanted to discuss the current situation with Zhaba, as it was very delicate and dangerous, but he was embarrassed by this conversation and, of course, refrained, simply lowering his eyes, nodding, and listening to Irina Vladimirovna, who stood up and left with a businesslike stride.
"And buy yourself a mobile phone already!" Zhaba said as she left the office, "They're not very expensive anymore."
So, a week passed in agonizing waiting, then another, and the New Year and the New Year's office party approached, which Andrey attended at Zhaba's insistent request with his wife Oksana, who, after a bit of resistance, agreed.
Sex with his wife Oksana hadn't been going well for Andrey lately. He couldn't cope with his anxious feelings, anticipating the payment to Sima in the form of cunnilingus. He was also tormented by the question about the lawyer Lyubov Sergeevna: "Do I need to lick her too?"
And also his wife Oksana, remembering how her husband had licked his boss's ass, also avoided sex with Andrey, who had tried more than once to persuade her to give him a blowjob, but she refused him in a harsh manner. She even stopped kissing him.
Oksana herself had tried more than once to persuade him to perform cunnilingus before bed, but Andrey, as if fighting for superiority, refused to start sex with licking, even though his cock was as hard as an iron rod at those moments. A kind of confrontation began between Andrey and Oksana over who should lick or suck whom. They started arguing.
At the office party, Zhaba sat Oksana next to her, and Andrey sat next to his wife on the other side. They, while drinking, whispered something to each other and giggled, completely leaving Andrey out, who, after getting quite drunk, simply left his wife with Irina Vladimirovna and danced with other female colleagues and girls, probably even trying to get his wife's attention and make her jealous, but she was engrossed in conversations with her friend Zhaba.
Andrey went outside to smoke, where he got into a deep conversation with his boss Natalya Ivanovna, who, already drunk, was asking: how was he working with Irina Vladimirovna? How were things at home? Did he love his wife? Was he cheating on her?
So a conversation began between Andrey and Natalya Ivanovna, sometimes even turning into an argument. They started dancing slow dances, then sat down at the table together and continued talking, drinking shot after shot. Completely forgetting about his wife and Zhaba, Andrey immersed himself in a social conversation about everyday matters with his boss.
Another time, when Andrey suggested to Natalya Ivanovna that they go out for a smoke, she suggested they smoke in her office by the window and continue their fascinating argument about who cheats more – men or women? Who loves and cares for their partner more tenderly and attentively.
Entering the office, Natalya Ivanovna locked the door with a key and with a cat-like walk approached Andrey closely, putting a cigarette in her mouth. Andrey, leaning back and sitting on the edge of the desk, brought a lighter to her cigarette and lit his own. After lighting up and taking a drag, Natalya Ivanovna smiled and blew cigarette smoke right in his face. It was very erotic.
"So you're saying you don't cheat on your wife?" she smiled at him, their foreheads almost touching.
This question and this look put Andrey on guard; he felt that Natalya Ivanovna knew his secret – that he was the staff cunt-licker for her friend Irina Vladimirovna.
"Well, sometimes I cheat in my head," Andrey said, not quite able to withstand such pressure and moving slightly away from her.
"With your head?" Natalya Ivanovna moved even closer to him and touched his legs with her thighs. Their legs became entangled, and he was now fully sitting on her desk.
"I don't understand?" Andrey asked again, still hoping he was imagining things, "In my head! In my thoughts!"
"Stop bullshitting," Andrey felt her hand slide behind his head, "I know everything!"
"What?" Andrey asked again and felt her, straightening up, pulling his head towards her.
"I know everything, you little rascal," pulling him towards her, she, as if in a waltz, made a half-turn and ended up in his place, leaning her ass against the desk.
"Don't be shy, Andrey Borisovich," Natalya Ivanovna, smiling with a cigarette in her teeth, sat on the edge of the desk and with both hands was now openly pressing on Andrey's shoulders.
"I also think it's hardly cheating," she said, sitting on the desk and spreading her knees slightly apart. The hem of her blue dress tightened and, tightening, revealed her knees.
"Natalya Ivanovna..." Andrey tried to mumble again and immediately hesitated himself, realizing that any further words would be ridiculous.
Averting his eyes from Natalya Ivanovna's brazen gaze, Andrey, under the pressure of his boss's hands, crouched down and, without raising his eyes to her, began to lift the hem of her dress up.
"Come on," she took his cigarette from his hand and put it in the ashtray.
He felt much more ashamed in these seconds than the first time in front of Zhaba. Natalya Ivanovna was much older than him and could have been his mother by age; she had always been some kind of unattainable woman for him, with lieutenant colonel's stars on her epaulettes.
She had always been very strict and not always fair to him, and today, when they suddenly had a heart-to-heart talk and even danced several times, Andrey, apparently mistakenly thinking that he had established a connection with her, now, as he crouched before her, understood that she had simply been preparing both herself and him for him to become her whore.
Of course, he understood that she knew everything about him and her friend Irina Vladimirovna, and he even remembered how Zhaba had been smiling as she watched them today.
Natalya Ivanovna, still holding the cigarette in her teeth, rose slightly from the desk and, spreading her legs wider, helped Andrey lift the hem of her dress higher. Then, without taking her eyes off him, she placed a hand with the cigarette between her fingers on his head, and Andrey, still silent and not daring to raise his eyes to his brazen boss, was already pulling her tights and panties down her legs, which turned out to have a panty liner. The sight of the liner with stains from the drunk boss's discharge completely humiliated Andrey.
Pulling the tights and panties down below her knees to her shoes, he embraced her bare thighs and, stroking them, touched his lips to the neatly shaved triangle of pubic hair with his nose and kissed just below the triangle, his lips landing right on her swollen clitoris.
"Oooh," Andrey heard Natalya Ivanovna pant with pleasure and immediately began to rotate her hips towards him, smearing his nose and chin with her long-aroused cunt.
Andrey pressed his face into her cunt and with his lips sucked in her massive labia, sucking and teasing her clitoris with his tongue, while Natalya Ivanovna moaned softly and stroked his head with her hand, meanwhile taking drags and blowing smoke at the ceiling, flicking ash right onto the floor.
He tried hard for her, like a real whore, and even for some reason wanted to earn her favor and surprise his boss with his skillful licking. Andrey kneaded her buttocks and even strove to dominate himself and lick as he saw fit. Natalya Ivanovna, pleased, stroked his head, letting him choose the pace and style of caresses himself. But then, after finishing her cigarette, she stubbed it out in the ashtray and took Andrey's head in both hands, by the hair.
"Lick, my little whore," Natalya Ivanovna stopped his licking with a gentle and mocking voice and lifted his face to hers by the hair, "I'm going to come now, and you, bitch, don't you dare stop until I say so!"
After this "instruction," she again shoved his face into her cunt and began to impale herself on his face with her large, open vagina, smearing and sliding on him as she herself wanted, and Andrey was no longer crouching but kneeling and even sitting on his heels. His neck immediately went numb, his tongue went numb, and he was no longer participating in this licking; his nose was constantly immersed in her wet and warm womb, Andrey's breathing became labored, and he was completely out of air.
"Fuuuuuck," Natalya Ivanovna groaned and trembled over him with her whole body, pressing his face into her cunt, holding him and painfully gripping his hair, "Yeeesss..."
Then she smeared his face with her cunt a few more times and pushed Andrey away from her, releasing his hair from her tenacious fingers. He fell to the floor and, leaning on his hands, turned away from his boss and, on all fours, greedily gasped for air.
Natalya Ivanovna wiped her cunt with toilet paper she took from her desk, then handed it to Andrey, who was embarrassed to look her in the eyes, and he also began to wipe his own face, which was wet and sticky from saliva, discharge, and the come of his drunk and satisfied boss.
"Alright then," Natalya Ivanovna said quite ungratefully, as if finishing an ordinary meeting, "You're free!"
With these words, Natalya Ivanovna pulled her panties and tights back on herself. When Andrey, with a face red from shame and chafing, left the office, she simply closed the door behind him, and he returned to the assembly hall alone, where the drunk Zhaba Irina Vladimirovna and his wife Oksana glared at him. Oksana, meeting his eyes, smiled at him and, licking her lips, blew him an air kiss.
Zhaba's face was pleased, and Andrey understood that his wife Oksana had apparently already licked her too, while he was licking boss Natalya Ivanovna, who, returning from the office, exchanged a smile with Irina Vladimirovna. She completely lost interest in Andrey and even avoided him now; when he tried to invite her for a slow dance, she simply refused with a gesture of her hand, grimacing.