Anonymous sex chat — 3
"So, what's next then?" – Alla asked with interest, continuing to read yesterday's correspondence between Mistress and slave.
"Pash, when are you going to take the safety training tests?" – Nastya addressed Pavel.
"Yeah, probably next week," – Pasha tore himself away from his computer – "why?"
"Well, I suggest we hang out a bit on Friday," – Nastya smiled at him.
"What's the occasion?" – Alla also looked up from the correspondence.
"Do we even need an occasion?" – Nastya spread her hands – "Just hang out a bit, drink some champagne, gossip. Look, the tech department gets together every Friday."
"Should we invite someone
else?" – Alla asked again – "Or should we go to the tech department?""I probably can't," – said Pavel – "I just have other plans."
"What plans?" – Nastya asked, displeased and with a slight edge – "Are you turning down ladies? Did we ask for much?" – For some reason, she started speaking on Alla's behalf as well – "What kind of disrespect is that?"
"Yeah, why are you turning us down? Don't you respect us?" – Alla backed up Nastya, realizing she must have something in mind – "We haven't hung out in ages! And just us! Never in the office!"
"We've never hung out just the three of us," – added Nastya – "What are your plans? What happened? Just postpone them!"
"Well, I just..." – Pavel hesitated a bit – "I have this..."
"A henpecked husband, in short," – Alla delivered her verdict, laughing.
"A real one," – Nastya picked up on it.
"No, I'm not," – Pavel began denying the obvious.
He really did want to spend that evening with his wife, and she didn't like it when he stayed late. He suddenly caught himself thinking that he really was afraid of disappointing his wife, he was even a little afraid of her.
But no! I'm not henpecked! What will these beautiful colleague girls think of me now? Am I a complete fool? Why am I refusing such an opportunity to stay alone with such beauties in a closed office with alcohol? Why? Am I playing hard to get? Am I shy? Am I afraid of something? What are they thinking about me now? That I'm a real henpecked husband! – these thoughts instantly flashed through his head.
"Well, I was planning to go to the sauna with the guys," – Pavel started to wriggle out and make up something that didn't actually correspond to reality. He needed to restore his position and come up with something substantial that could be compared to an invitation to hang out and drink champagne with two sexy girls.
"Of course," – Nastya laughed, spreading her hands – "So women don't interest you. Noted!"
"Are you gay?" – Alla didn't stop teasing him.
"No! I'm not gay!" – Pavel started to get a little irritated – "I just wanted to say we need to talk about this in advance!"
"But today is Wednesday, not Friday," – Alla laughed – "How much more in advance do you need?"
"Alright, fuck off to your gays," – Nastya reacted to his irritation with a stern and offended voice.
"No, no," – Pavel understood he was completely losing respect in this team – "You've misunderstood me! I just need to tell the guys I'm with them, but I'll go, that's it."
"Then why are you jerking us around?" – Nastya was dissatisfied.
"Seriously, you're acting like a girl here, playing hard to get – we even have to persuade you," – Alla laughed – "I might have wanted to give you some."
"Yeah, and I wanted to too," – Nastya also laughed.
"Wow," – Pavel also spread his hands – "So I'm a fool, missing such a chance," – he also tried to joke with them – "Alright girls, don't be offended. I was wrong, of course I'll stay with you."
"Yeah, as if we need you so much," – Alla said playfully with a hint of offense.
"Well then, let him eat us out as a reconciliation, and then we'll see," – Nastya smiled. Then she shifted her gaze to Pavel and added completely without a smile, dead serious – "Will you lick? Do you want to?"
"What???" – Pavel's eyes widened.
"Nothing. Forget it," – Nastya cut him off a bit sharply.
"Nastyukha said you owe us cunnilingus now for acting up," – Alla laughed – "So, are you with us? Will you lick us or go to your gays at the bathhouse? Suck..." – she laughed and was supported by Nastya's ringing laughter.
"Yeah, of course I'm with you," – Pavel, just as awkwardly, tried to smooth over the incomprehensible pressure and some argument in which he already felt a slight dominance from the girls, in the form of jokes that instantly aroused him.
"So you agree to cunnilingus?" – Alla didn't let up, pointing her index finger at him.
"Cunnilingus still needs to be earned!" – Nastya interrupted her with a stern and even slightly offended voice – "Alright, enough bullshitting, let's work."
"You need to earn it, but I can give it to him right now," – Alla looked at Pavel with bold eyes – "Will you?"
Pavel's cock was smoking from this conversation, he really was ready to agree, but he understood it was just a joke. But what if it's not? Look how Alla is looking, and Nastya is offended. Offended about what? About him being willing to do cunnilingus? And Alla wants it! – Wet thoughts appeared in his head again.
Pavel remembered yesterday's correspondence in an anonymous sex chat, where yesterday he performed cunnilingus on DesiredLady in the image of this same Nastya. His face flushed with blood, and he noticeably turned red. Pavel realized his face had probably turned scarlet from Alla's question out of shame, and realizing this made him even more ashamed. He practically gave himself away, that he dreamed about it, about eating these bitches out in a closed office, and now, embarrassed, he was blushing and faltering.
"Close the office?" – Pavel heard the question from Alla, which completely finished him off and he even felt a little dizzy.
If, of course, he was sure this wasn't a joke, then he probably would have closed the door himself and... and then let whatever happens. His head could no longer think properly, it was probably his cockhead doing the thinking now, which, just like his face, was engorged with blood and the veins on his cock pulsed with lust and desire. How he wanted right now, right this minute, to close that door and right in front of Nastya's eyes eat Alla out, and then... and then Nastya too.
"Fuck, Allka," – Nastya swore – "He'll really eat you out right here! Leave him alone already! Let's work! Or I'm already too..."
"You want it too?" – Alla smiled at her – "See, Pash, what you've done," – she laughed.
"Well, you're something else," – Pavel laughed, slightly easing the tension.
"Yeah, I haven't given you anything yet," – Alla continued to laugh.
"Alright, that's it, fuck it," – with a thud, Nastya put her ballpoint pen on the table and stood up, stepping out from behind it, then with clear, quick steps walked to the entrance door and closed it with the bolt. Then she turned to Pavel and barked in a commanding, proprietorial voice.
"On your knees!" – she stared intently at Pavel.
Pavel froze and looked into her eyes, trying to read what was happening now. Was all this happening in reality? Was she joking like this? Alla's laughter also stopped and he probably even forgot about her for a moment. Nastya moved a little towards Pavel and stopped about a meter away from his desk to the side, spreading her legs shoulder-width apart, or even a little wider, but as much as her tight skirt allowed, which slightly revealed her knees. Nastya's fingers began to fumble with the skirt, lifting it up, offering a view of her toned and beautiful thighs.
Pavel, as if hypnotized, had already shifted his gaze from Nastya's bold and confident eyes and was now looking at her legs. The pressure in his head was noticeably pounding in his temples, his mind was being consumed by lust, and this lust was consuming shame, disgrace, and all the feelings that tried to somehow call him to reason. Pavel's legs buckled, and he practically slid off his computer chair and was now standing on his knees. She moved a little closer to him, almost right up against him. He was on his knees before the one to whom just yesterday in the virtual world he had performed virtual cunnilingus in this same office, and approximately the same way she had commanded him to get on his knees and approached him when he knelt, hiking up her skirt just the same. It was as if he was carried away somewhere far into his fantasies, into clouds of happiness and depravity.