Anonymous sex chat — 7
Pavel's morning began, as anticipated, with a terrible hangover. He apologized to his beautiful wife for yesterday, saying he had burned out a bit at work, and after taking aspirin and a shower, he trudged off to work. On the way, he stopped by a flower shop where, as his virtual mistress Anastasia had ordered, he bought two bouquets of flowers, and then he popped into a grocery store and bought a cream cake.
Everything in Pavel's head was spinning, whirling, and mixing together, plus the lingering hangover made it hard to clearly perceive both worlds. The real world and the virtual one. Both worlds seemed to him as if they had intertwined; he could hardly understand anymore whether yesterday's conversation with the virtual mistresses
had been real or if they were the actual Nastya and Alla, and he also had a dream that further blended virtuality with reality, where he similarly discussed what had happened.Pavel was the last to arrive at the office, and upon entering the door, he tried to hide his agitation as best he could, but his hands were shaking and his voice trembled.
"Forgive me, girls," he said, holding two bouquets of flowers and the cake in his hand. "Forgive me, Nastya," he extended her bouquet.
"Wow, what a gentleman," she supported him with her smile.
"Alla, forgive me," he extended the second bouquet to her.
"You won't get off with just flowers, my dear," she laughed brightly and cheerfully.
"I understand," Pavel smiled back at her.
For some reason, he felt so light, as he hadn't in a long time; he was gaining some invisible happiness, and those yesterday's bitches today were the sweetest creatures on earth.
Pavel turned on the computer and entered the chat, where he found MistressAlla; MistressAnastasia, for some reason, wasn't there yet.
slavePasha: Hello, Mistress Alla, got on my knees and kissed your hand.
MistressAlla: Oh, you're here) So how are you? In real life.
slavePasha: I'm great! You smiled at me this morning, and I gave you flowers.
MistressAlla: Good boy) Haven't asked to lick me yet?
slavePasha: No, that's probably premature?
MistressAlla: I don't think so! I think you should seduce me and try anyway. Right under the desk. By the way, what am I wearing there today?
slavePasha: A lilac dress, it's a bit above the knees.
MistressAlla: Well, I wore it for you! Believe it? There's nothing underneath)
Alla exchanged glances with Nastya, who had also entered the chat, and they smiled at each other.
MistressAnastasia: So, slave, to a separate room! Now! The password is the same, and if you forgot, it's 1113.
In the virtual private room, when Pavel entered, both mistresses were already there.
MistressAnastasia: Extended her hand palm down, crawl to me on all fours, slave.
slavePasha: Crawling on all fours and kissing your hand – Hello, Mistress Anastasia.
MistressAnastasia: Hi Pasha, so how are things? Did you do everything as I said?
slavePasha: Yes, Mistress, and I'm surprised! They are so sweet, they accepted me so well, and I think they even protect and pity me a little.
MistressAlla: Well then, are you going to crawl under my desk? I have a treat prepared for you there))
slavePasha: How? How can I get there? Just, like, crawl under the desk? That's not normal.
MistressAnastasia: Just lock the office door, like I did yesterday, and you'll see the result! Just don't freeze up if something happens))
slavePasha: I'm shy, something feels really awkward.
MistressAlla: Fool! You've already shown yourself in all your glory, and now you must show how incredibly you want us!!!
MistressAnastasia: That's an order, slut!
slavePasha: And who do I lick first?
MistressAnastasia: Pffhaha... how would we know! Whichever one beckons first, crawl to her like a slut! DO IT!!!
Nastya looked at Alla and subtly pointed her finger at her, mouthing – You first! – Alla smiled and nodded understandingly.
Pavel moved away from the desk, rolling his chair back and standing up; his face flushed, and his arousal wasn't enough to lose his head and act recklessly. He looked at Nastya and Alla, who were working and staring at their computers, pretending not to even notice that he had stood up and was hesitating.
How would they react when he now locked the entrance door? Because as soon as he did it, they would immediately understand why he did it. How embarrassing! How embarrassing! But he also remembered that the virtual mistresses Nastya and Alla had always been right and had already helped him a lot. And some unknown force was pulling him to complete the task!
But what if this is unnecessary now? What if they laugh at him now? Like yesterday!
Pavel looked once more at these beautiful girls and, gathering his courage, moved towards the door. The lock clicked, and he turned to Nastya and Alla. Alla peeked out from behind her computer with interest.
"Pasha, what's up?" – she smiled sweetly at him – "It's a workday, and you can't wait already? Huh?"
"Want a treat?" – Alla rolled back a bit from the desk, as if inviting him under it, clearing space for him there.
"Treat," – flashed through Pavel's mind – "Mistress Alla used the same word, or is he imagining it again? Another coincidence?"
"Come on," – Alla lifted her dress slightly and spread her legs a bit – "go get acquainted with my little one. You hurt her yesterday. Remember?" – she practically sang with her magical voice.
Pavel, avoiding her eyes, approached her and crouched down, slightly bowed his head, got on all fours, squeezed under her desk, turned his face, and found himself between Alla's legs. Her legs were already spread quite wide, her dress slightly lifted, but the hem still covered her panties, gently hugging her thighs and cascading in a wave shape onto the chair. Alla looked him straight in the eyes and smiled cheekily. She pursed her lips, making an air kiss.
"Smack" – she pursed her lips forward and smacked loudly, then rolled her eyes as if he had already licked her heated slit – "Come on, Pashka, please me already with your skill" – she stuck out her tongue and licked her upper lip.
"What's wrong, like you're not yourself?" – Alla stroked his cheek – "You're already in place. In your place" – she smiled sweetly at him – "You came yourself!"
"Yes" – Nastya encouraged Pavel with a smile – "We're all close here now, so come on, come on, fuck, don't be shy."
Pavel looked at Alla in surprise. She was without panties? Just like the virtual Mistress Alla said – another coincidence? But now wasn't the time to figure it out.
"Yes, Pashka, I came without panties today" – she made a kissing motion with her lips and smacked loudly – "After your SMS yesterday, I lost my peace and even perfumed my beauty" – she moved her pelvis forward towards Pavel's face, to the edge of the chair – "Take a sniff. It's all for you, Pashka."
Pavel closed his eyes and pressed his nose to her vulva; it emitted the scent of expensive perfume. He touched her with his dry lips and began kissing her gently. He kissed her pubic mound and around her pussy, only occasionally touching her large labia with his nose. He continued to inhale the scent and gently touch with his lips, as if afraid to offend this sweet creature who didn't take her lustful eyes off him.
Alla was surprised by the tenderness with which Pavel kissed her; she expected some rough cunnilingus and a quick orgasm from stimulation of her genitals with his plump lips and skillful tongue, but here he was kissing her so gently and so inspired that Alla felt a kind of respect for her pussy. She was overcome with bliss from this foreplay.
Her pelvis lifted from the chair and began to seek out the touch of his lips on its own, which he playfully dodged. At some point, Pavel opened his mouth and engulfed her already moistened labia minora and began sucking them, pulling and releasing. Then his tongue went to work; it penetrated her womb, parting the folds of these lips and heading inside the vagina, which began to squelch welcomingly.
Pavel looked at Alla from under the desk; she, occasionally glancing at him, rolled her eyes with her mouth wide open and tried to smile at him happily when their eyes met. Her right hand still stroked his cheek, his head, sometimes her fingers passing over his ear.
"Yeeesss. It feels fucking amazing" – Alla whispered, swaying her hips in circular motions – "Don't stop. No, don't stop, please don't stop."
The tempo of her abdominal contractions began to increase; she seemed to slide her thighs over his face, up and down, burying his nose in her impressive labia minora, which so erotically seemed to suck on his nose.
"Just don't scream" – Nastya predicted the orgasm.
"Mmmm, mmmhhah" – Alla pressed her palm to her mouth – "Fuuuck, shiiit, shiiit. Aaaah."
At that moment, loud music started playing on Nastya's computer. Alla, no longer restraining herself, grabbed Pavel by the ear with one hand and by the back of his head with the other, fingers splayed, and pressed his face into her climaxing womb, while hugging him with her legs, she helped with them too. Pavel simply surrendered to her will, and she continued, smearing his face with her secretions.
Then her legs loosened, her hands released his head, and she rolled back in her chair to the wall.
"Fuck, that was amazing" – she smiled at Nastya, who handed her and Pavel wet wipes.
"Let's get to work already" – she stood up and opened the office door.
Pavel crawled out from under the desk, wiped his face, approached the computer, and saw messages in the chat.
MistressAlla: Well? Did you decide?
MistressAnastasia: Hey, where are you?
Pavel didn't answer anything, simply logged out of the chat, and smiling at his real mistresses, began to work.