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© S. Vosk, 2017

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- Bend over! came the order, sharp as a blow from a whip. Nerves are stretched to the limit.

Not! Everything inside me protested against such treatment. I hated orders with every fiber of my being. Not requests, no, just orders in an ultimatum form.

Failure to comply means disobedience, and disobedience will be punished. Although who said that the execution of the order itself is not a punishment? Also how.

Should I repeat it again?

A beautiful eyebrow shot up in surprise, showing that he would not tolerate this.

“Don’t,” I said, desperately trying to swallow thick saliva.

I stood in front of the table, placing a vase of flowers on it. It is he who will have to be used as a support.

I walked close to the table and put my hands on the polished lid, which immediately fogged up where my hot hands touched the cold surface.

- Below, - the next command was not long in coming.

- Unbutton your blouse.

Well, your mother, but before it was impossible to say? And how should I do it now in a similar position? I'm uncomfortable.

Excitation in a small lump began to emerge inside. The bright light falling from open window, reflected from the polished surface of the table, dazzled the eyes, turned the tabletop into one large mirror.

Leaning with one hand on the table, since there was no order to straighten up, with the other hand, she slowly began to unbutton the small pearl buttons on her blouse. One after another, one after another. Slowly, measuredly, watching my own reflection, knowing that he, too, is following me at that moment, catches changes in facial expression, every movement, absorbs and passes everything through himself. From this feeling became only sharper and brighter, and the expectation more painful.

- Good. Very good, - I heard praise when all the buttons were finished, and the skirts of the blouse parted in different directions.

I feel that my cheeks are burning, the color of excitement flooded my face. I want to press my hands to it, chilled by the surface of the table, to make it a little easier. Breathing quickened, palms sweaty.

Now take your breasts out of your bra.

I reached under my blouse with my free hand to the clasp at the back.

- Not. Not like that, they told me. “Just take out the breasts one at a time. Slowly, releasing each.

Yes, so yes. Stepping from foot to foot, involuntarily rubbed against each other internal surfaces hips and what is located above and securely hidden from prying eyes. A hot wave of excitement seemed to spread throughout the body, scorching from the inside.

Gently, trying not to touch the nipples, which became extremely sensitive, she first released one full breast from the lacy captivity, then the second. The bra, although it was quite open and supported the breasts only from below, nevertheless made the breasts somewhat closer to each other.

I licked my dry lips. My mouth was as dry as a desert. His own reflection irritated him no less than his actions.

“You know…” I began to resent.

“Don’t argue, do as you say,” he ordered in a cracked tone.

Cautiously, delaying the torture to the last, she circled with her fingertips first one breast, then the other, without touching the nipple halos.

- You know how to do it.

To get you up and not down. Torturer. Although I don't think so. Nowadays he was more of a martyr. He had to watch from the side, caressing only with a glance. I felt his gaze on my skin, it seemed to burn through.

I touched the forbidden zone and felt a shiver of pleasure pierce me. “Your mother,” she cursed to herself, cursing everything in the world. Both himself and this man, who literally devoured the picture unfolding before him with burning eyes.

I did not notice anything around, as if I was looking at myself from the side. As if it was not me in the reflection, but a completely different woman. Alien. Excited to the limit. But this is only the beginning.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him. I put my other hand on the table, it is very difficult to stand with only one hand. From the movement of the air I guessed that the man froze behind. At the same moment, I felt my skirt, gathering in folds, crawling up, exposing my legs in stockings. And now the lace elastic bands appeared, and then the skin above them was also exposed. A little more, and the buttocks felt cool air. The skirt, like a lifebuoy, gathered around the waist.

“Please, touch it,” I mentally pleaded. “Touch any part of your body!”

My prayers were heard.

Two large male palms lay on the hips and began to perform an intricate dance. They stroked in a circular motion buttocks, giving pleasure, running to one point and twisting in a knot in the lower abdomen.

- Well, - I could not stand it and began to urge the man.

“Be patient,” it was said to me in response with a hoarse laugh.

Suddenly, both hands slipped under the elastic of the thong and pulled down, but did not remove it completely, but stopped halfway.

- A little wider.

The man gestured for what he wanted. I had to move one foot away from the other. The focus of femininity, I felt a touch of cool air, goosebumps ran along my spine. With a quick and sure movement, he pulled the silk patch down to his knees. I dropped my panties completely, so as not to hobble.

Along the sacrum, along the coccyx, his hand crawled. And now she is already in the hollow between the buttocks and does not stop.

Desire drove me crazy, made me reach out, demand affection. But you can't.

Dry mouth. And where did all the liquid go? She simply migrated to where it is needed now. The focus of femininity languished from emptiness.

His thumb dived into the holy of holies and gave the desire for something more, unknown. Dive and dive, dive and dive. I couldn't help it, and a voluptuous moan escaped my lips.

I will kill him. I will kill for all these restrictions, prohibitions, conditions that must be observed. I know that at this moment he is suffering no less than me, but he has the leading party, and he is leading the parade.

I felt his hand leave my buttocks and the burning depths between them.

Moments devoid of caress seemed like an eternity. It's not fair. I wanted to whimper and beg, beg and whimper.

All senses were heightened to the limit. Any sound seemed very loud.

A belt buckle rattled, there was the sound of a zipper opening, the rustle of clothes. I froze in silent anticipation. A little more, and I will not stand it, I will give up this idea. I'll turn around and saddle him myself. But I endured. What did it cost me?

The first push, no matter how I expected it, turned out to be sudden and painfully sweet. Hot flesh freely found a passage to where they were waiting for it and were ready to receive it.

My groan of the end of waiting mixed with a male growl. These moments were hard for him: forcing me to suffer from voluptuousness, perhaps he himself suffered even more.

Strong hands lifted the pink hemispheres of the breasts, caressed, painted intricate figures on the skin, gave unearthly pleasure. The contact of bodies, rhythmic friction, sometimes fast, almost painful, sometimes slow and measured, lifted me to the peak of bliss.

A little more, a little more, a little more... a little more... a little more...

And now there was one small step left to the top, and there it was ... the sky in placers of diamonds ...

* * *

- Get down below.

- Where below? I don’t see anything,” the second one protested indignantly.

- I'm telling you that she rolled deep under the closet, that's why you can't see it.

The light blinded my eyes, reflected from the polished surface of the table, on which I had just placed a vase of cut flowers ...

* * *

I shook my head, trying to get rid of the surging obsession. It is necessary to see this in reality. Completely mad with abstinence. Svetka said: “Find yourself a normal man for health. And even better is a married one, to use it only for sex, since you don’t want a normal relationship with all the bouquets, sweets, festivities, seeing off, scandals and obligations. The ringed ones have less time and more experience, and they are afraid of publicity like fire. A friend knows how to isolate the most important thing and put bold Exclamation point.

I wiped my sweaty hands on my skirt, straightened my chest in a fashionable but so uncomfortable bra. And who made me buy this bracer and then wear it under my office blouse? If my girlfriend saw him, she would certainly say that I am finally embarking on the true path, and the woman who has slept so far wakes up in me. And I just love the color. So pleasant beige color rarely seen on sale, so I was seduced. And only at home I considered that the bra is practically absent top part cups, and he barely covers his nipples. And the devil pulled me to wear it today. The day we were supposed to be introduced to the new bosses.

It was I who was going to put a huge vase of flowers in the middle of the table in the meeting room, where the acquaintance with the leadership will take place.

My manipulation of the chest attracted the attention of two men present in the hall. How did I not notice them when I walked in? Apparently, she was so absorbed in her thoughts that she did not look around at all.

I realized that they had stopped what they were doing and were staring at me with all their eyes. How could I forget that the wiring is to be fixed here today? Recently they did repairs and somewhere they interrupted the wire, but they could not immediately find the break. And it so happened that the wiring was being repaired right now.

So the repairmen were staring at me with might and main. And I, already pink from the vision, blushed even more from the realization of what kind of performance they had just witnessed. The excitement still wandered through the body and caused conflicting feelings, and then four eyes stared at me. There was a wild desire to run away, to hide away from the piercing brown eyes one that drilled right through me.

If the first man looked at me with black eyes, then the second looked with saturated blue. Wow, it's so rare to see eyes the color of azure sky.

- Well, what are you staring at? You might think that you are not correcting your economy - I think that everyone guessed what kind of "economy" in question. - All you can see is that you are pulling your hands to your fly, as if it was smeared with honey.

What am I carrying? Just to hide his embarrassment, flooding from head to toe and trying to overflow.

The men were silent, deciding that it was not worth reacting to such statements of an unfamiliar girl. Decided not to get involved or numb with indignation at my behavior?

Imagine how I looked at that moment. Cheeks are burning, eyes are burning, movements are convulsive. In a word, the patient is a ward with soft walls and a floor.

The brunet with currant eyes was about to say something, but I stopped him.

- And shut up. Not a word.

I put my hand forward, calling for the execution of my order.

Do your work silently. And then mess around for it is not clear how long, but there is no sense.

Brown haired blue eyes turned around so that it was more convenient for him to see me, and began to look at me like a strange little animal. The second one frowned displeasedly, as if he was not used to being interrupted in mid-sentence.

“And there’s nothing for all the hard workers to stare here,” I flared up, trying to justify my rudeness towards men.

I caught myself, realized that I was becoming an even greater laughingstock for these hard workers, and decided to retire, but for this I had to go past the workers to the door. Trying to get around them as far as possible, I nearly ran my face into doorjamb. The open door let a draft into the room. The door slammed with a bang, and I no longer heard how the brunette sucked in the air, in which, it seemed, my excitement was felt, and the brown-haired woman, laughing, said:

- Lily she laid siege to you.

– Really?

- This has never happened before in my memory. You're getting old, buddy.

* * *

She only took a breath outside the door. “What is happening to me? – she asked herself again. “First, sexual fantasies, and then the most terrible behavior towards completely strangers". I was drowning in belated regret. We need to go back and apologize for our behavior. “Yeah,” I immediately said to myself, “and get in the face a bucket of icy contempt, which I already saw in the eyes of the color of blackcurrant.” It was this eye color that I liked to the point of madness, and it was from the eyes of this color that I ran all my conscious life. They seemed to burn through, burn out the stigma, forever leaving a mark on the soul.

I'm not like that, I won't step on the same rake again. It won't happen for anything. One time is enough when they wiped their feet on me and threw them away, as if unnecessary thing.

Naive. How naive I was. I believed in a bright feeling called love. Brought some sorrows later.

Only one thing consoles a little: the first love, for almost everyone, with rare exceptions, ends in disappointment.

– Juno, we must urgently take the correspondence to the post office. Our deadlines are burning, and the courier, as luck would have it, fell ill. Can you? came the voice of the chief accountant.

Irina Vasilievna, running past along the corridor, stopped beside me.

“Okay,” I replied.

I'll just calm down a bit. Although it was not in my official duties, but it was with her help that I managed to get a job as an office manager in a large construction concern. And although he was now going through a change of leadership, but, nevertheless, remained the flagship in his business niche.

- Thank you dear. I knew that you would help out, - said Irina Vasilievna. “You can pick up the letters on my desk in my office. All ordered.

- Understood.

I shook out my flowing blond hair and headed to my workplace to check for urgent tasks so that I could go to the post office with a clear conscience.

My notebook was full of checkboxes indicating completed tasks, only one item was not marked.

"Flowers for the meeting room."

Here is the thing done. Feel free to email. I went to the office of the chief accountant and took a pack of envelopes from the table, once again noting the comfort in the holy of holies of Irina Vasilyevna on the way. Still, a very nice woman, with a kind soul. This was evident even in her workplace. On the table is a photo of her daughter, who died untimely. After her death, Irina Vasilievna did not become embittered, did not fall into despondency, did not become a vixen, but still remained a bright and pure soul.

I went to a small room where the office staff left their outerwear.

Men's jackets hung on a hanger intended for visitors. Strange, no one informed me about the visitors. There was no time to think, because this information flew out of my head immediately.

The elevator was waiting for me on the floor. There was no one in the corridor except me. The entire office was frozen in anxious anticipation. The tension was felt even here, although there was no one around. The elevator doors parted softly, letting me in, and I made my way down to the lobby. At the checkpoint, a sleepy guard nodded languidly in my direction.

Fresh air cooled her still glowing cheeks, and a light frost tingled pleasantly. I, finely semenya, moved towards the post office. Luckily she was close to administrative building where the head office of the group was located. In the street people were hurrying about their business, and no one cared about others. Loneliness is the fate of the inhabitants big cities. Here, no one knows anything about a person who is coming towards you: he works with no one, lives with no one. Not like people living in the outback. There, the neighbor knows everything about the neighbor. When he was born, he was baptized, what he ate for breakfast, lunch and dinner - everything, everything, everything, right down to how many kittens the cat Muska brought yesterday, and with almost 100% certainty he can say where he is going, going out of the outskirts.

On the one hand, anonymity big city seduces: you can not think about what they will think about you, but on the other hand, it makes you look for communication, opportunities for communication different ways. The means of telecommunications that burst into life are a great blessing and the greatest misfortune for many millions of people.

With similar thoughts, I hurried to the post office, where, in the old fashioned way, I had to send registered letters. A real archaism in our time of electronic gadgets, instant shipments and lightning-fast responses. Some things still have not lost their relevance, and business correspondence still in paper form.

At the window, as always, the queue. This seems to be an eternal, unchanging attribute of mail. And although operators began to use computers to facilitate their work, they, as before, reminded sleepy flies.

The queue grumbled, resented, but it did not help. Someone tried to pump the rights, urging a lethargic girl of pre-retirement age, but it was all in vain. Nothing took her. As a result, I ended up in front of the window almost before closing. Barely made it.

She glanced at her watch. The working day at the office is already over. There is no point in going back. Therefore, with a sense of accomplishment, I trudged home. Or rather, stop. The transport was waiting for a long time. Got home late.

Stomach cramped from hunger. And, unfortunately, I forgot to go to the grocery store. And after all was going to yesterday. This is where it gets weird. I remember everything that is required of me at work, but I forget such elementary things as buying bread and milk. I didn’t want to get dressed again and go to a 24-hour supermarket located not far from my skyscraper. So I had to be content with what God sent. And he sent a piece of cheese, expired yogurt and tea without sugar, although there was just sugar.

Let Svetlana drink tea with sugar, she still cannot do without it. Although every time she screams that this is the last spoonful that she destroys for the benefit of me, so that I get fewer calories. And who is she fooling?

* * *

I love morning. Probably, someone sees the morning as enemy number one, but not for me. I am a lark, getting up early, even at dusk, has always been easy and without problems for me. Having completed the daily ritual "bathroom-kitchen-bathroom-bedroom", I woke up completely and irrevocably. The kettle whistled for tea time.

I thought, did the meeting with the new management of the concern take place yesterday or was it postponed? Somehow none of my girlfriends called to wash the bones of the new bosses. Didn't even Lariska from HR have anything to say? Weird.

I reached into my purse, and ... did not find the phone in place. And only then I realized that I left it in the drawer of the table, where I usually put it in work time. It seems to be at hand, but not in front of our eyes. In the neighboring office, small electronics sometimes disappeared, so out of harm's way, I removed personal items.

How could I forget to pick up my phone? Now without him it's like without hands. I didn’t remember yet, I didn’t feel a strong need, but as soon as I thought, it was immediately needed. I have no other means of communication.

I hope nothing bad happened in my absence. And what can happen in the well-oiled mechanism of an established team that was able to function normally even without CEO. I do not understand why it was necessary to change the previous one? Things were going well in the concern, in my opinion, although the founders know better who will best cope with this position.

Rumors swirled around the office that the former was caught embezzling a certain amount of money, but there was no official confirmation. Who doesn't steal these days? If you figure it out, then absolutely everything. Everyone pulls what lies badly. Perhaps I could also bring home tea bags, bottles of mineral water and blank paper. Yes, but it's not necessary. I drink tea of a certain variety, I don’t respect mineral water, but office paper it is unlikely to come in handy on the farm, even if it is very, very wrinkled. Therefore, as an alternative, I buy a toilet, albeit for my hard-earned money, but there will be no harm to my own ass.

This is how I went to work.

* * *

The office greeted me with silence. And where does the noise come from if I come here at least an hour before everyone else? A lark, he is also a lark in Africa. I can't help myself. I get up early, and at home in the morning there is nothing to do. Do not stick to the TV early in the morning. Maybe get a hamster? To feel the fullness of life. You need to feed him, water him, clean the cage, listen to nightly wake-up calls in the form of screams when they have mating season. I don’t remember who is screaming: a female or a male? One of my girl friends had a hamster as a child, so he yelled with a good obscenity when he was impatient. And it stank even worse. Now, if I get myself such a creature, then my mouth will be full of trouble. It will be early to come to work.

If Svetka were nearby, she would definitely say that I don’t have enough man, and again she would climb with her advice. Call her or something, chat about this and that? And then my friends are good, for a week it’s definitely neither I to her, nor she to me. So not for long and in different directions to disperse.

I was checking the to-do list for today on the diary, when I heard that someone was cursing in the corridor and, not embarrassed in expressions, was burning a coffee machine.

This unit was installed to us quite recently, but there were many problems with it. First of all, to me, since only I managed to get a portion of a hot drink from this iron monster the first time. From everyone else, the machine either took money and did not give out goods, or could pour coffee without a cup, or come up with something else that would creep into its fancy microcircuits. The most important thing is that the automaton worked as it should for the adjusters, but as soon as they turned the corner, it began to rage and show character. And only to me he had warm feelings. For this reason, everyone who wanted coffee turned to me. I was already so accustomed to helping employees that I did not wait for the next time I was called.

Whom did it bring early in the morning? It seems that before that, no one but me had a desire to appear at the office so early.

I put my papers aside and got up from the table. Today I was again in a suit with a skirt. The jacket is narrow and fastens high enough, so I didn’t wear anything under it, except for underwear. Uncomfortable to move if there is another layer of clothing.

To keep my hair out of the way, I twisted it into a knot and stuck two pencils into it, fixing the hairstyle in the manner of Japanese geishas. Passing by a mirror hanging on the wall of my office, I noticed that I had horns made of erasers attached to the ends of pencils. She smiled to herself. The mood was rosy.

She looked out into the corridor. The reason for the dissatisfaction of many employees of the office - a coffee machine - was visible at the far end. Beside him, like a bee, a man curled up. Judging by the swear words coming to me, the man was angry and was just not going to challenge the mechanical monster to a duel.

Heels thumped loudly floor tiles. The man turned towards the sound. The light was on only at the far end of the corridor, and where I was, it was quite dark. The economy should be economical, and therefore did not turn on the light at the entrance.

- Ba. Yes, there are also aborigines here, - a pleasant baritone heard.

– What this time? Swallowed money, but did not give out coffee? Or poured everything by? – asked the man.

“This bastard not only didn’t give coffee, but also squeezed the change,” the man complained to me. - Under the press it is necessary or in the furnace.

As if hearing the words of the man, there was some noise inside the machine, rattling, but neither a cup of coffee nor change appeared.

“He also swears,” the man continued to complain.

My eyes got used to the semi-darkness, and I began to recognize my interlocutor. It turned out to be one of the repairmen I saw yesterday. The same eyes the color of the sky and good looks. It was uncomfortable to look at him for a long time, and the memories of yesterday's embarrassment gnawed at the soul a little.

What, you didn't finish yesterday? - I asked the blue-eyed one.

- Yes, as if the work in bulk. Not for one day,” he answered cautiously.

I went close to the machine and started pressing the buttons on the control panel. There was another grinding sound in the machine, and the change fell into the money tray.

- So. I gave up, I said. - Take it.

“Yes, you are a magician,” she heard in response.

The man, in obedience to my order, performed the specified action.

- How long can you wait? Send only for death. Gone for a minute. The wiring is on fire there, and he’s being nice here,” a hoarse voice thundered from behind, from which goosebumps ran down my arms and the hair on the back of my neck stood on end.

There was so much discontent in this icy tone, as if an avalanche came down and rumbled in the gorge.

My interlocutor was blown away by the wind.

I didn't like it at all. For some reason, I wanted to protect the man, although he did not need it at all.

- If it burns, then why are you sticking around here, and not extinguishing it? It is necessary to call the firefighters, and not shift the responsibility to others.

Turning from the machine gun to the fire alarm, I didn’t think at all that I would bury my face in something hard and warm.

Surprised, I only managed to turn my head back. The smell of shower gel with menthol, mixed with the famous perfume aroma with notes of nutmeg, literally hit my nostrils. From this smell, goosebumps ran through the body again.

Visions began to spin in my head, as I stumble into the hollow between my collarbones and draw in the smell of a man. It intoxicates worse than laughing gas. Head goes around. There are no thoughts. Only emotions. Feelings. Feel. I did not have enough endurance, and I stuck out my tongue, touching the skin with it, exuding an intoxicating smell. She had her own incomparable taste. We are all animals. Some more, some less. But it is the animal instinct that pushes us to rash acts, forcing us to do what we would never do in our right mind and memory.

This bare skin was not enough for me, I needed more. I wanted to see everything that is hidden under the clothes. I wanted to know what they are hiding from me. Is the skin velvety to the touch? Do you feel muscles under it or not? Is it covered in hairs? If yes, what color are they? How much vegetation covers the body? Or maybe he has no hair on his body at all, with the exception of the “mother-in-law path”, which snakes down, pointing the way to the center of masculinity? And lower…

Then it dawned on me that I had just licked a stranger. A person I don't know.

What is happening to me? I looked up in horror to find out in whose eyes I had just fallen below the baseboard, and met with blackcurrants instead of irises. There were devils in the eyes. Mommy. Again. It happened again.

As soon as I was about to throw myself into the abyss of shame for what I had done and sprinkle ashes on my head, condemning myself for incomprehensible visions and actions, the machine clanged, and I had to urgently take measures so that we were not doused with a hot stream of sweet or not very drink. I already memorized how the automaton usually behaves, and I could determine the intentions of this monster by the sound.

He was currently in the mood to do something nasty. Therefore, I put all my anguish aside and paid attention to the miracle of technology. The main thing was to catch the spit out glass in time and hold it with your hand, since the safety shield removed itself at the most inopportune moment.

I deftly picked up the glass and handed it to the taken aback man.

- Want to? Still hot.

“I want,” and it sounded so ambiguous, breathy.

As if he didn’t ask for coffee, but pulled into bed. There was such an aura of desire coming from him that I could not help but notice. The voice made me fall into erotic visions and do strange things for which I was angry with myself, and even more so with the owner of this sexy voice. I was afraid to look into the eyes, and it’s easier to say nasty things when you don’t look at a person.

“Then drink and go finish the wiring, otherwise your colleague has already been waiting for you,” and added vindictively. Actually, it's his coffee.

Was his, will be mine.

And why so growl? You can say okay. Or is there no other way for him?

However, he did not take a cup of coffee, and like a fool I continued to hand it to him. Well, how to understand it? Another awkward position? I started to hate this guy.

Not to say that he was handsome. Facial features are rough, sharp, as if consisting of only angles, without soft lines and roundness. Her hair is blue-black, cut short, but not short enough to look like a camp prisoner's hairstyle. Growth. Hm. Growth is large, even with my heels, he was almost a head taller than me. The width of the shoulders could have been smaller, for my taste, the figure was painfully suppressing its power. But the hips seemed surprisingly narrow. Was it really sculpted in a sculpture workshop on special order? "Evil Ken" came to mind as a nickname. This is what the antipode of the sugary mutant doll would look like if it were revived and enlarged to normal size.

Looks like he's not going to take my coffee away, bastard. I have already set foot on a path from which there is no turning back. And so I decided to finish what I started. Since he does not want to stretch out his paw, then the glass will end up in it on its own. With my help. All you have to do is transport it there.

With my free hand, I grabbed the man’s hand and slammed coffee into it, but since I did it very quickly, the liquid continued its movement safely by inertia.

Eyes wide with fear, I watched the hot coffee splash onto the man's hand. Holy shit, I just scalded the repairman. In my imagination, blisters were already drawn, Ambulance and treatment for burns. And all at my expense, from the treatment of blisters and ending with compensation for non-pecuniary damage.

- You decided to let me check the temperature of the drink? Isn't it too cold? - the brunette said in an even voice with a slight hoarseness.

Not a single muscle moved in his face. The coffee dripped onto the floor, where it spread into dirty drops. Now I looked at the man in surprise, not believing my eyes. And she diagnosed the drink herself, sticking her finger into the glass.

And then she pulled her hand away with a cry.

- Oh, he's hot!

The coffee burned my finger.

"Don't believe your eyes," the man said.

What did he mean? What hurts him and he doesn't show it? Or is the coffee not hot enough to scald? Or maybe something else?

Stepanida Wax

sensual torture

- Bend over! came the order, sharp as a blow from a whip. Nerves are stretched to the limit.

Not! Everything inside me protested against such treatment. I hated orders with every fiber of my being. Not requests, no, just orders in an ultimatum form.

Failure to comply means disobedience, and disobedience will be punished. Although who said that the execution of the order itself is not a punishment? Also how.

Should I repeat it again?

A beautiful eyebrow shot up in surprise, showing that he would not tolerate this.

“Don’t,” I said, desperately trying to swallow thick saliva.

I stood in front of the table, placing a vase of flowers on it. It is he who will have to be used as a support.

I walked close to the table and put my hands on the polished lid, which immediately fogged up where my hot hands touched the cold surface.

- Below, - the next command was not long in coming.

- Unbutton your blouse.

Well, your mother, but before it was impossible to say? And how should I do it now in a similar position? I'm uncomfortable.

Excitation in a small lump began to emerge inside. The bright light falling from the open window reflected off the polished surface of the table, dazzling the eyes, turning the tabletop into one large mirror.

- Good. Very good, - I heard praise when all the buttons were finished, and the skirts of the blouse parted in different directions.

Now take your breasts out of your bra.

I reached under my blouse with my free hand to the clasp at the back.

- Not. Not like that, they told me. “Just take out the breasts one at a time. Slowly, releasing each.

Yes, so yes. Stepping from foot to foot, she involuntarily rubbed against each other the inner surfaces of her thighs and those that are located above and securely hidden from prying eyes. A hot wave of excitement seemed to spread throughout the body, scorching from the inside.

I licked my dry lips. My mouth was as dry as a desert. His own reflection irritated him no less than his actions.

“You know…” I began to resent.

“Don’t argue, do as you say,” he ordered in a cracked tone.

Cautiously, delaying the torture to the last, she circled with her fingertips first one breast, then the other, without touching the nipple halos.

- You know how to do it.

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- Bend over! came the order, sharp as a blow from a whip. Nerves are stretched to the limit.

Not! Everything inside me protested against such treatment. I hated orders with every fiber of my being. Not requests, no, just orders in an ultimatum form.

Failure to comply means disobedience, and disobedience will be punished. Although who said that the execution of the order itself is not a punishment? Also how.

Should I repeat it again?

A beautiful eyebrow shot up in surprise, showing that he would not tolerate this.

“Don’t,” I said, desperately trying to swallow thick saliva.

I stood in front of the table, placing a vase of flowers on it. It is he who will have to be used as a support.

I walked close to the table and put my hands on the polished lid, which immediately fogged up where my hot hands touched the cold surface.

- Below, - the next command was not long in coming.

- Unbutton your blouse.

Well, your mother, but before it was impossible to say? And how should I do it now in a similar position? I'm uncomfortable.

- Good. Very good, - I heard praise when all the buttons were finished, and the skirts of the blouse parted in different directions.

Now take your breasts out of your bra.

I reached under my blouse with my free hand to the clasp at the back.

- Not. Not like that, they told me. “Just take out the breasts one at a time. Slowly, releasing each.

Gently, trying not to touch the nipples, which became extremely sensitive, she first released one full breast from the lacy captivity, then the second.

The bra, although it was quite open and supported the breasts only from below, nevertheless made the breasts somewhat closer to each other.

I licked my dry lips. My mouth was as dry as a desert. His own reflection irritated him no less than his actions.

“You know…” I began to resent.

“Don’t argue, do as you say,” he ordered in a cracked tone.

Cautiously, delaying the torture to the last, she circled with her fingertips first one breast, then the other, without touching the nipple halos.

- You know how to do it.

“Please, touch it,” I mentally pleaded. “Touch any part of your body!”

My prayers were heard.

Two large male palms lay on the hips and began to perform an intricate dance. They stroked the buttocks in a circular motion, giving pleasure, running to one point and twisting in a knot in the lower abdomen.