Secrets of the Investigation. Part 21
Andrey, already shivering from the cold with a wet head, stood near the "Univermag" store and waited for the angry and drunk zeks (prisoners) with their gangster lawyer to come for him, and he was left alone with his piss-soaked thoughts:
He
still went down on his wife, but now without much desire and only at her request, or rather, when she simply pestered him with this suggestion, and to get her off his back quickly, he would go down on her. Not infrequently, he felt someone else's dried sperm on her pussy, but he didn't show it and didn't ask anything. It wasn't that often, and it didn't bother Andrey much. He was sure the divorce was just around the corner.Andrey, having turned into a whore in uniform, immersed himself headfirst in investigative work and into the pussies of his numerous women in his free time and on weekends. He liked his whorish life like this and the changing pussies; he even got off on it now, but the rich bitches who had pissed on him today, humiliating and betraying his hopes once again, had broken his Ego.
In short, with his wife, he now had a guest marriage; he was on his own, and she was on her own, and he went down on her as he himself wanted, or maybe that's just what Andrey wanted to think.
He still came to his and Zhaba's office about fifteen minutes earlier than Irina Vladimirovna. He would dust, water the flowers, empty the ashtray, and, meeting her, as was proper, he would change her shoes, massaging her feet and kissing them. It had become a completely ordinary matter.
Usually, Andrey would start his "report" with a foot massage for Natalya Ivanovna, transitioning into her favorite foot fetish, with gentle initial caresses and kisses on her feet and calves, then licking between her toes, which turned into sucking her toes. It was the sucking of her toes and feet that Natalya Ivanovna loved most of all. She enjoyed watching the young lieutenant tenderly lick, kiss, and suck her feet, how he tried and how he loved it.
She, usually having enjoyed his foot fetish caresses, would get up from the chair, hike her skirt up to her protruding belly, take off her panties herself, completely freeing her legs from them. Then she would sit back down in her boss's chair, thrust her pussy forward, half-hanging her ass off the seat, and invitingly call Andrey to give her another cunnilingus session.
She, like Zhaba, was also married and only had sex with her husband, but Andrey periodically gave her relaxing foot massages and skillful cunnilingus. Natalya Ivanovna generously gave him bonuses and allowances, always helped him, and gave him easier assignments than others. So he became known in the department as her favorite.
He also remembered how the prostitute Kristina called him and asked him to go with her to her home village for the weekend, where she was from. She asked Andrey to come with her as her fiancé to shut up the evil tongues that were gossiping that she supposedly worked as a prostitute in the city.
Andrey, of course, liked playing the role of a knight and fiancé in her village, and in the village store, he deliberately flashed his ID so everyone could see it while taking money out of it, and also introduced himself, stating his job, to her older brother, a tractor driver, and her parents. In short, by evening at the disco, the whole village knew who he was, who he was with, and in what capacity he had come.
The prostitute Kristina, whose passport name was Olesya, was happy that Andrey agreed and came with her. His presence alone had already dispelled all the suspicions of her fellow villagers and girlfriends. Now no one could doubt her decency and well-being. And of course, Andrey was fully rewarded for this by her in the cold shed where they secluded themselves when they went to fetch firewood. She herself, smiling, pressed him against the wooden wall.
Smiling, Olesya licked her lips, but this time she was hinting not at cunnilingus, but precisely at a blowjob, stroking his limp cock through his pants with her skillful hand.
In general, Olesya-Kristina was incomparable in terms of sex; she simply had no equal; she was a super prostitute who, in his opinion, should be a super elite and super expensive call girl!
Andrey, barely standing on his pleasure-weakened legs, grabbed her head with his hands and leaned his back against the wall. His cock simply slid into her very throat, penetrating deeper and deeper, giving him unearthly pleasures, and of course he came, without pulling out and right into her throat. His balls ejected practically all their sperm reserves, and Olesya, having swallowed his yogurt, also sucked the remaining sperm from his cock, making Andrey feel like he would simply die from bliss and an unprecedented, super blowjob.
He even imagined himself in her place, when girls praised him for his unusual skill in tenderly performing cunnilingus and sensing where he needed to pause and where, on the contrary, to continue his motions. He remembered how they were all similar and yet different, and how different their pussies were, in shape and sensitivity.
Some were neat, having just a slit; on some, the hood folds with the hidden clitoris protruded slightly; and some were very fleshy and thick in volume, which was pleasant to suck in the mouth, imagining they were the plump lips of a face; they were different in color and smell.
He especially remembered Sima's vulva, a queen of beauty, with whom he did eventually meet. She approached Andrey on the street one evening as he was passing by one of the district's drinking establishments. Like a cat, swaying from one foot to the other, with a slightly staggering gait, she walked up to him with a cigarette in her mouth and stopped him, asking for a light.
After lighting up, Sima said she recognized him, not surprising Andrey at all. She was drunk and, swaying slightly, smiled at him with her brazen, whorish smile; he smiled back at her.
The operatives didn't bother Sima at all now; they knew and understood that she was now a valuable criminal, and with her help, or rather with Zhaba's help, they were boosting their statistics, and she felt like a fish in water, changing guys who did all the dirty work and then, not without her efforts, conveniently ended up in pre-trial detention like on a conveyor belt.
— Andrey — he smiled at her — shall I walk you somewhere?
— Where? — Sima was a little surprised.
— Well, home, for example — Andrey shrugged — I hope your guys don't rob me on the way?
— Do you remember what you owe me? — Sima flirted with him like a cat and asked this, narrowing her eyes, scrutinizing his reaction.
— Of course I remember — Andrey flirted back with her just as calmly, who was also a little drunk; he had drunk at the department over some insignificant occasion — I was looking for you and here I found you.
— Really? — as if this was exactly what she had been waiting for from him.
— Really, Ksyusha — by that time, Andrey was already a confident pussy licker and was ready to go down on Sima with joy, as the wait for it to finally happen had already become tiresome.
He had imagined this meeting more than once, how she would behave and how he would. It was always different in his dreams and always intriguing, as Sima was the only, so to speak, criminal in his district whom he owed a lick and literally owed it.
He always wanted to ask her why she had refused his oral services that evening, although he had been very grateful to her for that refusal at the time. After all, back then he was just becoming a pussy licker, and Sima could have hurt him badly and painfully with her possibly brazen, criminal audacity.
Andrey once asked Lyubov Sergeevna about Sima, but she just laughed at him and said that he had enough girls to lick without her. Then Andrey learned from Lyubov Sergeevna that Sima was not a prostitute but had been a former drug addict, and also that when they had left with the agreement for evening cunnilingus, she had told her lawyer that she herself would contact Andrey when she decided.
— Yeah — Andrey said aloud, remembering Sima, shifting from foot to foot near the supermarket — Ksyusha is very beautiful and very attractive; he had even imagined the taste of her vagina a hundred times; in his opinion, Ksyusha should be tasty and juicy. He secretly looked at her in the databases, where her black-and-white photo was next to the height scale.
Although she associated with various petty criminals, she was always impeccable and neat. Even at their meeting, she was drunk but very neat, with clean shoes and somehow stately and expensive-looking.
— Sim, are you coming? — some guy came up to Ksyusha from the café and looked suspiciously at Andrey.
— No — she cut him off — I'm going home today! My brother came for me.
— Okay — the guy nodded to her and quickly vanished.
— Shall we go then!? — she took Andrey by the elbow and moved towards the 16-story building.
— Do you even live there? — Andrey asked, walking arm in arm with her, knowing her place of residence; he understood she was leading him in a completely different direction from her home.
— No — Sima smiled at him — I'm just all wet already and can't wait any longer... let's go to the stairwell!? — she nodded invitingly towards the high-rise.