FootFetish 11
Dima, wiping his lips, walked down the corridor, slowly figuring out what had just happened in the office of his boss, Lidia Ivanovna. How did it happen? Why did he, who always positioned himself as a confident and brutal male, who had had more than one girl suck him off, end up on his knees himself practically eating out this...
— Ptooey — Dima spat dry saliva somewhere to the side, remembering how it was as if it wasn't him, but someone else who got on his knees, like some slave before Yulia's spread legs... What was her name? Dima tried to remember... – fuck, Sergeevna, and ate her out! Fuck, I just ate her pussy in front of everyone! Fuck, how
is that?He wiped his mouth and lips again, as if trying to erase that smell of pussy he felt under his nose.
It seemed to Dima that everyone who saw him enter Lidia Ivanovna's office and leave it already knew about him and looked at him with contempt and mockery.
He walked with quick steps down the corridor towards the elevator, trying not to look at anyone, especially not into the eyes of those passing by, and only legs, legs, and more legs flashed before his eyes. They were both men's and women's, but it was the sight of women's legs that made him remember those seconds of humiliation again.
That haughty look from that, what's her name?... Fuck, Sergeevna! And that pussy, which he kissed right in front of everyone! Yeah, fuck!
— Ptooey — Dima again, unnoticed by anyone, spat into his palm and wiped his lips again.
I wiped myself off with a napkin there, seems fine, but it still smells, fucking hell, how I reek of that pussy, that Yulia Sergeevna's pussy.
— oh, remembered the name of the deputy of the one I just ate out – Dima caught himself thinking.
— Which floor for you? Going down? – asked Dima a pretty girl from the opened elevator.
Dima immediately flushed bright red in the face and was greatly flustered.
— I — he took a step back, as if wanting to run away from this girl, as if she wanted to grab him, lure him into the elevator, and give him head! Rape him!
– I'm not going! – answered the confused and even frightened Dima and, turning around uncertainly, quickly headed for the stairs.
It was as if he wanted to run away from his shame! But wherever he went, the shame caught up with him and even laughed at him – Whore! Licking for a salary! You're like a whore, you ate her out for money! Ate out a complete stranger bitch! And what about tomorrow? What will you do tomorrow? Who will you lick? Maybe you'll even suck? Will you suck for money?
Dima squatted down in a deserted spot on the stairs and grabbed his head, rubbing his temples hard – I need a drink and get the fuck out of the city! Run! – Dima, of course, had performed cunnilingus, but he did it of his own free will and it was always foreplay, preliminary caresses. But here? Here it's completely different! I just got face-fucked now, and I, the bitch, allowed it to be done to me! And in front of others too!
And that asshole Victor? He did it too! But you can see by him, he's also some kind of slave! He was on his knees before that... What's her fucking name... Yulia Sergeevna! And you can see, the bitch, he licks her and probably licks Lidia Ivanovna too!
Dima had learned the name and patronymic of the boss before appearing for the interview, so he didn't have to remember what she was called.
And then Lidia Ivanovna yelled at me, as if I did something wrong! Or no... she didn't yell, she just spoke sternly and kicked me out. But kicked me out like a mangy dog! And not just me! But why did she kick me out? And Victor too? Or was it just a plan? Maybe they were just testing me? To see what I'm ready to do for money! Fuck, I acted like a whore! A whore! A sell-out whore!
Of course, fuck! What kind of male am I now? Some loser, not a male! I need to run, run and never show up here again! In this viper's nest, where, as it seemed to Dima, they had taken from him! Torn out in the most brazen way his honor, and now he, like an offended little girl, hiding his face, tried to break out of this huge building, which now for him was like the dungeons of a prison. A prison, about which Dima had only heard how they give head and fuck in the ass there, in short, they only humiliate the weak in spirit, boys and girls like him.
How did I agree? How did it happen? Well, they didn't beat me! I could have left! I could! But I didn't leave! Why? Why did I get on my knees and start licking her? What drove me? Money? A beautiful girl?
Yes! And yes again! – Dima stopped on one of the stair landings – Admit it to yourself! You liked Yulia Sergeevna! Admit it! And you liked Lidia Ivanovna too! And probably, Lidia Ivanovna more! And what do you mean probably? She immediately struck you with her stern beauty! She was sitting so beautiful and confident in her chair! Her sharp facial features! Her voice! What a beautiful and commanding voice! Yes! She's awesome!
Dima caught himself thinking that he would like to submit to Lidia Ivanovna, he would like to lie at her feet! Just like Victor sat at the feet of Yulia Sergeevna! And for her, he would definitely want to eat her out! He even intuitively wanted protection! Protection from her!
But what does she think of him now? Who is he in her eyes now? A whore? A whore who gets paid money, and she works it off with her mouth?
Dima caught himself calling himself in the feminine gender! A whore in the feminine gender! The taste of Yulia Sergeevna's pussy and the smell complemented his doubts that he was a man of the male gender.
Yes, I'm a whore, but I agreed myself and went along with the terms Lidia Ivanovna named for me! I am ready to serve and obey her, right? Yes! I agree! And that's exactly what I proved when I got on my knees! Yes, plus they pay very good money here! Even more than if I worked as a mouth whore! – Dima began to cheer himself up a little.
To hell with it, come what may! By the way, from Victor's words, I was hired, which means it turns out I did everything right! – Dima decided in the evening, going to bed to sleep, after brushing his teeth about five times and taking just as many showers, as if wanting to wash off the dirt of humiliation that had been poured over him today in Lidia Ivanovna's office.
– It's all right! Decided, it makes sense to endure Yulia Sergeevna a little longer just to get a kind, or rather, approving smile from Lidia Ivanovna! To see at least a smile from that commanding and beautiful woman directed my way! I will be the best! I will be the best for her! – Dima assured himself, falling asleep sweetly with the image of Lidia Ivanovna.