Accountant

I still haven't told anyone about the story that happened to me about a year ago. But I really want to get it off my chest, maybe someone will understand me.

My name is Alexandra. I've been married for 24 years, have two grown children. I live in a small resort town. I work as an accountant at a branch of a private company and earn quite well, and for work I have to fly to Moscow with reports about once a quarter. The chief accountant in Moscow, Victoria, is 18 years younger than me, but despite the age difference, we had a good, trusting relationship, you could even say we were friends. As a rule, I would fly in in the morning, resolve the necessary issues during the day

and fly home the same evening. And then one time I couldn't get a ticket for the evening of the day I arrived, and had to take one for the morning of the next day. I knew that Vika wasn't married and in conversation with her I mentioned the problem with my return ticket, hoping she would invite me to stay with her. And that's exactly what happened.

 — Nonsense, — said Vika, — you'll spend the night at my place.

When she opened the door to her apartment, we were greeted by a huge dog. It was a beautiful, well-groomed harlequin Great Dane. He came up to me and sniffed me.

 — It's okay, Gray, — said Vika and the dog lazily moved away. — Let's go straight to the bedroom, — said Vika, — it's cozier there.

It really was cozy there. Dimmed lights, carpets on the walls and floor, music flowing as if from the walls. We settled right on the floor with some chocolates and a bottle of cognac. We chatted about all sorts of nonsense, and somewhere after a couple of hours I was thoroughly drunk. My mood was wonderful, the conversation turned to how well a person knows themselves, and then Vika asked:

 — Want to learn more about yourself?

And I answered:

 — Well, of course I do.

She hugged me and started kissing me on the lips. At first laughing and barely touching, and then she kissed me deeply, trying to push her tongue into my mouth.

"She's a lesbian," I thought, but something ran through my body and I didn't pull away. "Why not," flashed through my mind, — "I'll try what's in fashion now."

I started responding to her kisses, the noise in my head was getting louder, Vika was the leader in this game, she started undressing me, undressing herself. Very soon we were both, completely naked, twirling in front of a large mirror. Both of us couldn't be called skinny, but not fat either, we have figures, slender legs. I wear size 48, and Vika, probably size 50, Vika is a bit taller than me and has short hair, while I have long hair down to my shoulders. Vika's butt immediately attracted attention, it seemed a size larger than Vika herself, slightly set back, a smooth, firm ass. Although I'm forty-five, I know I also have a quite decent butt, no signs of cellulite. My husband has said more than once that he's crazy about it. Vika's breasts were much larger than mine — about a fourth size, while mine are a first. And also — Vika had a completely clean-shaven pussy, while mine was so overgrown, what you'd call — the Amazon jungle.

 — Sashka, — said Vika, — aren't you ashamed? Why don't you shave?

Without waiting for an answer, she pulled me down by the hair:

 — Come on, bend over.

I bent over, and Vika started playfully spanking my butt, saying:

 — Why don't you shave, you naughty girl?

And I, laughing, wiggled my butt and pretended to be a guilty schoolgirl in front of a strict teacher:

 — Of course, Victoria Igorevna, I will definitely shave, Victoria Igorevna.

 — Alright, — said Vika, letting me go, — see that you don't forget.

And then she immediately took out some interesting straps from some cabinet. They were different — wide and narrow, short and long, but all beautiful, made of soft, strong, well-crafted leather. She pulled me onto the floor and, whispering:

 — Trust me, — started putting these straps on me.

One wide one she put under my armpit, as if wrapping it around my shoulder, and fastened it in the back, then did the same with another strap around the other shoulder. The next wide strap Vika wrapped around my waist and again fastened it in the back. Then she connected these three rings on my chest and back with short straps, so that in front and back there were like triangles pointing downwards. My tits ended up inside the leather triangle, pressed together, slightly pushed forward, and because of this they seemed a bit larger than they actually were. Vika started kneading my nipples, first gently, then harder and harder, sometimes even causing me pain, but I was already completely in her power, I don't know why I submitted to her so easily, at home, I'm more likely to command my husband than he commands me. Moreover, I liked what she was doing, I was aroused by the need to submit and the unpredictability of what would happen next. And Vika, suddenly calling me by my last name, said:

 — Get on all fours, — and she had an authoritative, harsh voice.

I obeyed, even saying jokingly:

 — Yes, my mistress.

And then Vika fastened two more straps on my back, and then attached one of them to a ring hidden in the carpet on one wall, and the other strap to the opposite wall. The leads were taut, and I found myself firmly fixed in one place. I couldn't turn, or move forward or backward. Vika started stroking my butt, the inner part of my thighs, my pussy, I felt myself starting to get wet, and then she hit my butt with a belt, so that I squealed, and Vika asked: did I like being spanked? I said no and she, spreading my buttocks, kissed me between them.

 — And like this, — she asked?

 — I like that very much, — I answered, — kiss me again.

 — Okay, — she answered, — but first — this, — and again hit my butt with the belt.

I squealed again, tried to get up, but the harness held me tightly, I couldn't even lift myself. And Vika started stroking and kissing me from behind again, whispering:

 — How sweet you are!

I was never hit as a child, and certainly not by my husband. And here, my friend, much younger than me, was hitting me quite hard with a belt and, my God, I liked it. From the alternation of pain and caresses I was all burning, wanting it to continue, and then I felt something cold poking me between my legs. I lowered my head down and saw that it was her dog sniffing me.

 — Vika, what are you doing, take the dog away, — I asked.

Vika crouched in front of me, kissed me:

 — Sashenka, — she says, — you wanted this yourself, I like you very much, you're a good girl, a dutiful wife, but deep down you're a bitch, a real bitch, I can see, you're already in heat.

I pleaded:

 — Vika, darling, this is too much, let me go.

And the dog had already started licking me between my legs. Vika got up, moved away from me and suddenly said:

 — Gray, you may.

 — Well, Sashenka, cheated on your husband?

I was silent, and tears appeared in my eyes again. And Vika was having fun — she stepped back and called the dog to her. Gray went to her, dragging me by the pussy with his member. I was tied to him, like a real bitch. Vika brought a camera and took, probably, about a dozen pictures. From the front, from the side, from below. I was silent, I didn't care anymore. Only about fifteen minutes later the dog's member fell out of me, I got up and something flowed down between my legs. Paying no attention to anything, saying nothing, I got dressed and went outside. I took a taxi and went to the airport. Arriving home the next morning, I immediately got in the shower and couldn't wash myself clean. I kept thinking I smelled like dog. Good thing my husband was at work.

Gradually everything returned to normal. At first I wanted to quit so I wouldn't have to see Vika anymore, but then I changed my mind — where else in our town would I find such a salary?

That's the story. And the strange thing is, when I remember it now, a familiar warmth spreads in my lower belly.

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