Female Domination - Becoming a Slave. Part 8
Several days had passed since those events. Roman and Sergei, without any prior agreement, did not speak about what had happened; both were deeply ashamed, and Sergei felt particularly awful, having already submitted an application in the morning to move into the institute's dormitory.
Roman thus remained living alone in the apartment. Of course, paying the rent alone was quite difficult, but for now, he had some savings and decided to stay living alone. Moreover, he didn't want to run away like Sergei had. Deep down, in some hidden corners of his soul, this situation even suited him a little, and he even wanted it to continue, but his phone had been silent for several days now
and no one was bothering him.On Friday evening, a text message from an unknown number arrived on his phone: "Where are you, whore?" Roman decided not to reply to this message, as he didn't know who it was from and didn't want to get into trouble, although he certainly suspected it was most likely Anya. But he was afraid to reply and even to answer a call from the same number. Then there were calls from other unknown phone numbers. Roman already understood that if it was Anya or one of those girls, they wouldn't leave him alone and would most likely come to his home. And if it was them, he would simply explain that he didn't know who was texting him and just apologize. And that's exactly what happened.
Around one in the morning, there was a knock on the door. Roman had tried to fall asleep, of course, but nothing was working, and the knock at the door didn't completely catch him off guard, but his heart still sank into his heels. Hastily pulling on his sweatpants and a T-shirt, he opened the front door. In the doorway, he saw Anya and a girl he didn't know, or rather a woman; she looked about thirty, maybe older. Hair as black as coal, eyes slightly bulging, prominent high cheekbones on a thin face, and a small teardrop tattoo on her face. She was dressed in a tracksuit. Both of them were quite drunk. Stepping inside, Anya immediately slapped Roman across the face, grabbed him by the neck, squeezed her fingers tightly, and hissed:
"Why the fuck aren't you answering me, you whore? You've lost your mind, you bastard?"
"I didn't know, well, I didn't know who was texting me," Roman babbled. "I don't have your number, Anya"—unexpectedly for himself, he called her by her name and used the informal 'you' just like that.
Anya abruptly pushed him away and said, exhaling, "Fuck you, whore, you'll work it off." Without taking off her shoes, she walked into the room, then into the kitchen, and not finding Sergei, she turned to Roman. "Where's the other whore? Where is he?" she asked menacingly.
"He doesn't live here anymore," Roman replied. "He moved out."
At this time, the stranger, who, by the way, seemed quite tall and sturdy to Roman, was watching everything happening with interest and, with a haughty smile on her face, addressed Roman: "Pussy licker?"
"What?" Roman asked again, shifting his gaze to her.
"Deaf?" The stranger's expression changed, and her eyes suddenly filled with anger and contempt. "I said, do you lick pussy? Or are you not like that?" She grimaced and, coming up close—she was a bit taller than Roman—she tilted her head slightly from above and repeated the question, while taking his neck in one hand and squeezing it, causing Roman noticeable pain. "Weren't you taught how to greet ladies?" she continued, drilling him with her gaze, and pulled her hand down without releasing his neck. Because of this, Roman, frozen from some unknown, terrible fear, bent slightly at the waist. Realizing what was required of him, he quickly oriented himself and got down on his knees. With hands trembling from something, he pulled down the stranger's sweatpants to her knees, revealing black lace panties and what seemed to him like dark, latex-like skin. After that, he pressed his lips to the panties, kissed them, and looked up fearfully, where the stranger was looking down just as haughtily. Smiling, she said, "Good boy, a smart boy. And why are you being so shy?"
"Come on, come on, keep greeting, oh, I mean, getting acquainted," and she laughed not too loudly. Anya, standing somewhere behind her, also laughed. Roman pulled the panties down along with the pants, but now a bit lower, so she could spread her legs slightly without hindrance. The stranger, meanwhile, squatted a little, spread her legs, and presented her unshaven, overgrown cunt (Roman couldn't call it anything else) for his lips to engage with. Roman felt a rather sharp smell of urine, and the apartment had already filled with the fresh smell of alcohol fumes. Roman took the stranger by the legs just above the knees, stretched his neck, and approached her cunt. Kissing it, he felt a push on his head and immediately plunged (as it seemed to him) half his face into the new, fragrant, and overgrown cunt. "Mmm," he heard from above.
For some reason, Roman felt a bit disgusted by this smell, the salty and acrid taste, and by the fact that his face immediately became wet and sticky. The taste of this cunt was somehow unusual, not like that of other girls, and there was some kind of viscous lubrication. But Roman continued to lick off this mucus and smell, as if washing her. Hairs began to get into his mouth, which Roman tried to discreetly remove either with his hands or simply catch with his tongue and push back out. The stranger continued to moan a little and continued to receive the oral services that, in her opinion, the whore she was currently fucking in the mouth was providing. The pleasure of oral sex mixed with alcohol filled Rita (that was the stranger's name, by the way). Rita rolled her eyes back, raised her head, and thrust her crotch forward, maintaining balance by leaning against the wall behind her.
She didn't start moving her cunt towards Roman's skillful tongue because, in her opinion, he was licking quite well. "How well he's licking me," she caught herself thinking, when she already felt the overwhelming wave of orgasm. "Aaah," unable to hide the emotions of the orgasm that washed over her, Rita twitched in convulsions but remained on her feet. Roman, not expecting to satisfy the stranger so quickly, didn't dare stop and continued, now quite skillfully, moving his tongue along the cave (that's what Roman had already started calling this, which at first seemed to him like a cunt), from bottom to top, pausing a bit on the clitoris, playing, then descending again, inserting his tongue to its full length, while holding the stranger by the legs (he understood that she was barely holding onto the wall with her hands and was trying to serve her in this way, and by the way, Rita appreciated these efforts of his right at the beginning when she started to come). Roman continued to lick and suck on the cave, and when it began to contract, he licked off what started to come out of it, swallowing everything that got into his mouth and even trying to suck a little more out.
Rita didn't stop Roman, although she had already come, but continued to mentally marvel and be touched by this pussy licker. Suddenly, unexpectedly for herself, Rita felt another wave of orgasm washing over her. Roman felt it too and, pressing his lips tightly against the cave, opened his mouth wide and began, as it were, to suck out what the cave, grateful for his work, was releasing, helping to clean up inside with his tongue. The stranger's legs were tense, and Roman felt with his hands how the muscles in her legs played in his hands and, as it were, helped her body deliver a portion of climax into Roman's mouth. Roman really liked this action, and he didn't want it to end at all. When the stranger stopped convulsing, he continued the movements from bottom to top, while glancing at the satisfied, saliva-swallowing chin of the stranger, who, having thrown her head back, left only her chin for Roman to view.
"Well, that's enough, baby," the stranger sang in a gentle voice. "That's enough, that's enough, or I'll probably die." Turning her gaze, smiling sweetly, the stranger looked with her satisfied eyes into Roman's eyes, who, like a puppy, looked at her devotedly and, after her words, kissed her tenderly on the pubic area, pulling up her panties and sweatpants back on.
"Good boy, good boy, I praise you," the stranger said, stroking Roman's head. "Excellent little whore, just super, good boy." Looking at Anya, she continued in a sweet, satisfied voice, "Thanks, girlfriend! I certainly don't regret it, you have a super cunt licker!"
"I'm shocked myself how he latched onto you, damn, he must have been hungry," Anya replied, smiling rather contentedly to her friend who had just come. "Yeah, were you hungry?" she now addressed Roman, who, silently turning on his knees towards her, also began to unbutton the fly on her jeans. Anya, understanding his goal, appreciated it and, stroking his head, said, "Wait a little, you crazy one, save yourself, you bitch! Let's go to the room, it's more comfortable there. This Ritka just pounced on you hungry," she laughed. "That's how a hungry cunt and a mouth met," Anya continued, speaking with laughter.