Secrets of the Investigation. Part 12
Andrei sat down next to his already heavily drunk wife, who was still sitting near Toad Irina Vladimirovna, and from under his brows, he stole glances at his boss Natalia Ivanovna. She paid no attention at all to Andrei, whom she had humiliated, who had just licked her out in her office and now, like a used pad, was simply disgusting and no longer interesting to her.
He no longer felt like having fun and dancing, so he sat glued next to his slut-wife, who was just like him. Andrei was sure she had licked Toad while he was gone, or more precisely, while he himself was shamefully orally servicing his boss, who, having gotten
what she wanted, was now simply ignoring him.After some time, Toad left the table and sat down next to Natalia Ivanovna, leaving Andrei alone with his wife. They began discussing something, not taking their eyes off Andrei and his wife, whispering something to each other and snickering with squinted eyes. It was obvious they were discussing how Andrei and his wife Oksana had licked them out.
From the hand gestures and facial expressions with tongue sticking out, Natalia Ivanovna was apparently describing in detail how Andrei had licked her out just recently in her office. Then they even made faces, probably imagining themselves in their sluts' place.
Meanwhile, Andrei and Oksana seemed embarrassed by each other and sat dumbly at the table, drinking without even clinking glasses with each other.
"Let's go home!?" Andrei finally forced himself to speak to his wife.
"Uh-huh," nodded the drunk and sullen Oksana into her ass.
Andrei positioned himself between her bare legs and, kneeling, first pulled Oksana slightly towards him, then drove his cock with a powerful hard-on into her slippery, warm, and welcoming womb. The cock slowly but insistently entered her completely, balls-deep, spreading the elastic walls of her vagina with its flared head. Oksana arched her back from such a brazen and full penetration and, opening her mouth, moaned loudly.
"Aaaah," Oksana threw her head back and up as far as possible – "yeeees."
This circumstance for some reason only excited Andrei even more, and he continued to fuck his wife, holding her by the hips with one hand. He drove his shaft all the way in, imagining he was fucking not his wife, but a drunk slut who had just serviced Toad Irina Vladimirovna with her mouth and tongue in front of him. He even imagined it was Sima Ksyusha.
"She probably licked her right here!" thought Andrei, continuing to fuck his slut wife – "Bitch... how did it happen here? Probably, Toad was sitting in this chair with her legs wide apart, and Oksana, kneeling in front of her, was licking her pussy."
He wanted Toad to walk into the office right at that moment and see how brutal he really was and how he could not just lick, but fuck, and fuck hard!
Oksana writhed under Andrei with her whole body and moaned into his palm, which he continued to hold over her mouth. The only thing preventing Andrei from cumming was that he couldn't get the scene out of his head of how he himself, like a slut, had licked out Natalia Ivanovna, who had treated him very roughly and, after getting cunnilingus from him and cumming, practically kicked him out of the office without even saying a simple thank you. She not only lost interest in him but even made faces, grimacing as if from something very disgusting.
"Yeeees," Oksana moaned through the palm and, arching her back, came on Andrei's cock – "yeeees... mmmmm..."
Andrei, without stopping, continued to skewer his slut wife like on a spit, who, no longer holding back, screamed in orgasmic ecstasy.
"Aaaaah," Oksana grabbed her husband, now pulling him into her with her hands, now trying to push him away – "yeeees... aaaaah..."
Andrei didn't want to stop at all and let her catch her breath and calm down. He continued, giving Oksana unearthly pleasure, tormenting her. Oksana squeezed her legs together, clamping Andrei between them, bent her knees, scratched her hands, her hands on her persistent and restless husband.
"Enough..." she bugged her eyes at him, removing his hand from her mouth – "Enough, you nutcase!!!"
"Nooo!!!" Andrei smiled at her with a malicious smile and continued fucking like a maniac.
"It hurts! Enough! Enough!" Oksana now genuinely struggled to break free from Andrei's tenacious embrace – "It hurts! Enough!"
In the ecstasy of excitement and approaching orgasm, Andrei grabbed Oksana by the neck and squeezed his fingers on it. Oksana only wheezed in fear.
"Well, well," Toad entered the office at that moment with Natalia Ivanovna – "here they are!"
"Fucking at the workplace," said Natalia Ivanovna, locking the door.
Andrei immediately, from the surprise, fear, and unpleasant encounter with Natalia Ivanovna, lost his former hardness and his cock began to go soft right in the womb of his cumming wife. He let go of her neck and, not daring to look at these entering bosses and simply brazen women, lowered his eyes and pulled out of Oksana, remaining kneeling with his pants down and a quickly deflating cock, which, like his head, hung down guiltily. For some reason, as he had imagined earlier, being brutal didn't work out; it turned out quite the opposite.
"Why are you raping Oksana here?" Irina Vladimirovna came even closer to them and, putting her hand on his head, squeezed his hair – "Huh?" She painfully bent his neck, forcing his face upward.
Andrei, submissively and guiltily or even fearfully, simply remained silent.
Oksana, seizing the moment and even sobering up, quickly swung her shifted legs over the armrest and, bracing herself with her hands and with the help of Natalia Ivanovna's hands, got out from under him.
"Sweetie, did he fuck you without consent?" Natalia Ivanovna asked Oksana with a smile on her face.
"Well..." Oksana smiled at her and shrugged, embarrassed.
"Do you want to punish him? Or should we punish him?" Irina Vladimirovna asked Oksana.
"I don't know... he's my husband," Oksana was embarrassed and pulled on her tights with panties – "Where's my skirt?" she asked as if to herself.
"There, on the floor," Natalia Ivanovna pointed with her finger.
Oksana picked up the skirt, bending to the floor, and looked into Andrei's face.
"Punish you?" she smiled at him playfully.
Andrei, with his neck craned, only swallowed with his sharp Adam's apple; veins bulged on his face from tension.
"So what if he's your husband? Then punish him as a husband!" said Toad, still holding Andrei by the hair like a misbehaving dog.
"How?" Oksana asked her with interest.
"How? How? I don't know," Toad laughed and, releasing Andrei, sat down at her desk.
Natalia Ivanovna also sat down, but at her subordinate Andrei's desk, crossing her legs businesslike, while Oksana was still trying to zip up her skirt and stood near Andrei, who was kneeling in front of the armchair.
"I don't know either," Oksana smiled, embarrassed – "Maybe we should spank him?"
"Well, you'll set up a beating for me here, damn it," Natalia Ivanovna lit a cigarette – "And anyway, I'm against violence!"
"And why did your dick go soft?" Toad asked Andrei.
"He got scared of you," Oksana answered cheerfully for him.
Now dressed, she sat back down in the armchair where Andrei had fucked her. And from which she had climbed out with Natalia Ivanovna's help. Into this armchair, with her, as she considered, allies, she sat without any fear, and her husband was again, but now not between her legs but near her knees. Oksana demonstratively crossed her legs and folded her arms across her chest; she already felt a head taller than Andrei and, of course, felt protected by these two women.
"Why be afraid of us? We're not enemies!" said Natalia Ivanovna, shaking off ash – "But you understand, Oksana, that he's a slut, right?"
Andrei, listening to how three brazen women discussed his person, simply remained silent, standing with his pants down to his knees in the middle of the office, his face lowered to the floor, his arms and shoulders also hanging down. He was very ashamed before each of them individually, and only in a terrible nightmare could he imagine ending up in such a situation in reality.
"Of course I understand," Oksana answered in an already brazen and insolent voice – "It's just that lately he's completely gotten out of hand... there, he licks Ira's ass, but refuses me."
Natalia Ivanovna immediately exchanged glances with Irina Vladimirovna, and they smiled at each other. Andrei immediately realized that Oksana remembered everything and had simply deceived him by saying she didn't remember anything that happened that night. Andrei felt even more ashamed, and now specifically before his wife Oksana, who had known all along who he essentially was and had been trying to break him, while constantly refusing to give him a blowjob as if hinting that she wouldn't suck her humiliated slut-husband.
He immediately remembered that Oksana had also witnessed how he had washed Toad in the toilet after she had peed and how then... The hot blood rushing to his head practically boiled with shame, his face burned, turning crimson-scarlet, the pulse in his temples noticeably stretched the skin.
"Why don't you lick your wife's ass?" Irina Vladimirovna giggled.
"He didn't offer me either!" Natalia Ivanovna exclaimed indignantly but also giggled cheerfully – "But you have to lick the boss's ass!"
"Piss in his mouth, and he'll become your obedient slut!" Toad addressed Oksana.
"You don't mind?" Oksana asked Andrei, who was still kneeling, lowering and even hiding his red face from these brazen women.
"What are you doing?" Toad exclaimed indignantly – "His opinion doesn't need to be asked! Just piss in his mouth, that's all!" she instructed Oksana – "And then spit lustily, like an addition to lunch!"
"You're right!" Natalia Ivanovna chimed in – "He should know who's who!"
Oksana silently got up from the armchair and, unzipping her skirt again, took it off, then completely removed her tights with panties along with her boots. Then she took half a step towards her husband and found herself right in front of him, pressing her pubis against his lowered face. Spreading her legs slightly wider than shoulder-width, she bent them slightly at the knees and squatted a little in front of Andrei's head. She took his head by the hair with one hand, and with the other, spreading her labia with her fingers, slightly pulled her pussy upward, exposing her urethra, which she then positioned against his lips by lifting her husband's face.
"Open your mouth wider, Andryusha," came a gentle but confident command from Oksana.
The next second, as soon as Andrei opened his mouth, with a gurgling sound, hitting his lips and teeth, flowing with pressure straight into his throat, came the hot, bitter-salty urine of his wife Oksana.
"Oooo," Natalia Ivanovna clapped her hands – "What the fuck."
"Do you like it?" Toad asked, unclear to whom.
Andrei, trying not to miss a drop, opened his mouth and swallowed without closing it, while Oksana, arching her back, watched intently this golden shower. She struggled to hold back her stream, which tried to intensify and jump out with fury into her victim's mouth and which sometimes sprayed in different directions, like from a siphon, sprinkling Andrei's face.
Her golden-colored urine, filling his mouth to the brim, trickled down his lips and chin onto his shirt, which immediately became wet. Splashing, Oksana already hit Andrei's eyes several times with her caustic urine, and he squeezed his eyes shut and, trying not to choke, swallowed the urine filling his mouth. With each gulp, Andrei sank deeper into the realization that he was now a henpecked husband and a powerless slave to his wife.
After Oksana, now the Mistress of her husband, had given him her urine to drink, she leaned down and, smiling at him, took his cheeks with her fingers, causing his mouth to open helplessly again, and lustily, with a sound, spat in his face, hitting his squeezed-shut eyes and his open, tightly squeezed-by-the-cheeks mouth with fine droplets.
This spit marked a bold period on who was the master, or rather the mistress, at home!
"Alright then," Toad got up from the desk – "Clean up here and let's go home," she said when Oksana had already stepped away from her newly-made slave-husband back to put on her tights and panties – "And you, most importantly, don't get jealous yourself!" said Irina Vladimirovna, approaching and stroking her friend and slut Oksana on the shoulder – "He's your husband, but a common slut! If you want, get yourself a lover," she smiled and left the office with Natalia Ivanovna.
Thus ended the corporate party for Andrei and his wife Oksana, and of course, he was the one who cleaned up everything in the office!