Female Domination - The Beginning. Part 2

Crouching in front of Dasha's lowered pants and panties and her pussy, Roman paused for a moment to think. How did he end up in this situation and why? Why did he so easily submit to the will of these three bitches? Why did he... and so many, many more whys! But one thing he knew for sure! He had fallen in love with this beauty named Dasha and was ready to do absolutely anything just to see her smile at him again and again.

His thoughts were interrupted by a slap from that very beauty, Dasha.

"What are we waiting for??? Start licking, come on, my little slut!"

After these words, Roman pressed his face to the pussy of his beautiful abuser and realized that there was none of the unpleasant smell he had always feared,

there was the scent of wet wipes. Apparently, Dasha had wiped herself with them after using the toilet, which meant she was also clean, thought Roman, and to his own surprise, he began to eagerly lick her pussy, moving his tongue from bottom to top and back, from side to side, trying to push it deeper, while his hands held Dasha's bare knees,

Dasha, meanwhile, stood frozen, placing her hands on his head, her eyes closed. But this whole situation made her a bit tense; there were unfamiliar eyes nearby, she had to stand, and she couldn't relax properly. It was precisely these thoughts that mixed her enjoyment of the cunnilingus with the need to stay balanced on her feet, and the vodka was also making itself felt.

"Okay, that's enough," Dasha suddenly said sharply, pushing him away again with her knee, and as she put on her panties and pants, she asked him, "Where do you live? Is it far?"

"No, nearby," answered Roma.

"With whom? Your parents?"

"No, with a friend. My parents stayed in the village."

"Fucking great, we'll go to your place now and you'll finish licking me there! Right?" Dasha asked, smiling with persistence, looking down at Roman, but somehow smiling sweetly.

"Okay, but my friend is probably already asleep," said Roma, standing up.

"We'll figure it out as we go," purred Yanya, who was already quite drunk.

"Shouldn't you be heading home to your husband?" Anya addressed her.

"Fuck him, we're partying tonight. Let's go, Romka," Yana said, also somewhat slurring her words.

"Listen, you guys gather everything here into bags while I finish up quickly," Anya said to everyone, approaching Roman.

Roman, obediently and unexpectedly even to himself, crouched down in front of Anya and pulled down her athletic leggings.

"You're such a bitch, you've pissed me off," Dasha grumbled discontentedly, lighting a cigarette. "He's mine! I told you not to touch him!"

"What the fuck do you mean 'yours'? He already drank my piss, and you still want him as a fiancé! He's a loser and a cuck! Right, Roma? Are you a cuck?" Holding Roma by the hair, she tilted his head back and leaned over him. "Huh? Are you a cuck?" And she spat right in his face.

"Drank piss?" Dasha was surprised.

"Dash, gather the stuff and don't bother me. He'll tell you himself later." Meanwhile, Roma had already obediently pulled down Anya's panties and pressed his face to her pussy. Her hips moved back and forth, rubbing against Roman's face. He tried to work his tongue, but ended up using his nose more. Anya simply rubbed her pussy against his nose, holding him in a rather rude way—by the ears. His ears hurt, but Roman didn't dare say anything.

He was running out of air, and Roman occasionally tried to grab a breath so he wouldn't suffocate. At times, he felt he might lose consciousness from lack of air, as Anya sometimes stopped her hips and just pressed his face hard against her crotch.

In those moments, Roman felt her wetness filling his mouth, which he tried to swallow, but it still ended up soaking his T-shirt, dripping down his chin. At some point, Roman realized it was becoming difficult for him to continue pleasing Anya this way. He was tired!

But Anya, biting her lips, fucked her cuck's face, rubbing her aroused clit against it, holding him by the ears or hair, gradually bearing down on him more and more. In the end, Roman was sitting on his ass, his hands braced against the concrete to avoid falling flat on his back. At one point, Anya pressed Roman's face hard against her pussy again, and convulsions of orgasm ran through her body. At that moment, Roman couldn't breathe at all and only felt warm wetness flowing from her pussy into his mouth, down his chin, and further.

Roman had only one thought—when would she finally let him go so he could breathe deeply, just breathe deeply. Anya's grip weakened, and she crouched down, tilting Roman's head lower, so much that he thought she would break him in half. But he was even grateful for this and gasped heavily for air, feeling almost all of Anya's weight on him.

"Oooh," Anya moaned. "That was fucking great, I've wanted that for a long time," Anya whispered, barely audible, also breathing heavily.

After Anya finally released her cuck, they all trudged toward the address Roman had given. Since it was quite late (around midnight), they ordered vodka through Dasha's acquaintance, a taxi driver, who delivered it to the specified address.

On the way home, Roman was still processing in his head what had just happened to him and what would happen next in the apartment, where his buddy Seryoga was probably already deep in his fifth dream, and how things would unfold there, and what else these she-devils would pull. But for some reason, he was happy that he would get to encounter Dasha's beautiful and tasty pussy again.

Well, here was the apartment door, which Roman opened with his key, and everyone went inside. As expected, there were no lights on, meaning Seryoga was asleep.

Oh, Seryoga, Roman thought to himself—sorry, buddy, but I think we're fucked, and I'm the one who brought this fuck-up upon us.