FootFetish — 23
As always, the morning at the agency began with a morning meeting, and then Victor stayed in Lydia Ivanovna's office. She, as always, was already sitting on her little sofa, lounging with her legs thrown onto the footstool, which her faithful slave and son-in-law always placed there for her feet.
Victor was kneading her bare feet, tenderly kissing now a toe, now a heel, now an ankle; stroking her calves, he massaged his mistress's legs, rubbing her soles with his thumbs. Of course, he paid more attention to his wife's foot, Alice, but he didn't forget the other one either.
Lydia, simply leaning back on the sofa back and throwing her arms over it to the sides, sat like
a queen whose feet are being cared for and worked on by her serf. Though, why 'like'? She was exactly that!She looked at him and was touched by how diligently he embraced her feet, how lovingly he kissed them, and he did this with genuine desire and pleasure, always with desire. Kneeling on his heels, Victor got carried away and, without a command, took Lydia's big toe into his mouth; he began sucking it, creating a vacuum. Lydia was a bit surprised but didn't pull him away; on the contrary, she felt aroused by such audacity. The queen moved her toe and enjoyed the efforts of the striving, sucking slave, who, with closed eyes, savored this treat. A treat he took himself! Himself! He was probably taking advantage of his position as a son-in-law and thought he was now allowed more.
Her panties under the short, hitched-up skirt grew wet, and her hands reached for them on their own, and now Lydia was already teasing her erect, little penis-like clitoris, which noticeably lifted her panties, forming a small bulge.
What a bitch! — Lydia Ivanovna thought, looking at her slave.
— suck me — Victor suddenly heard such a sweet and long-awaited request. It really wasn't an order, as usual, but a slightly moaning plea. Lydia looked at this insolent man and, getting aroused, had already moved her panties aside. She was jerking off her slippery, lubricated clitoris with two fingers (thumb and index finger). Her legs spread a little wider, and with her heel, taking her foot from the slave's hands, she pushed the footstool away.
— suck me — Lydia Ivanovna waved her hand invitingly, and Victor, crawling over and settling more comfortably between her legs, began to suck, embracing her large clitoris with his lips; she stroked the back of his head and made thrusting motions to meet him.
— do you like sucking me? — Lydia Ivanovna asked, moaning.
— yeees — Victor said, pulling away slightly, and immediately returned to suck her excited clitoris again; he plunged it into his lustful, slobbery mouth and sucked, imitating how whores suck, while stroking her thighs, which gradually began to move and were already thrusting to meet the skilled lips of the slave.
Victor even felt himself becoming bolder or even more brazen; he probably understood somewhere deep down that he was playing not by the rules set by Lydia Ivanovna, and maybe she would even punish him for it, or maybe, on the contrary, reward him. Victor continued to dominate, sucking off his mistress. He sucked the way he wanted! He got his way!
Then, on his own and without permission, he inserted a finger into the vagina and began slowly moving it in and out, pressing it against the inner walls of the vagina.
— you know what — Lydia Ivanovna pulled his lips away from her clitoris and seemed to think cunningly — would you like me to fuck you with my clitoris? For real! Like, if it grew to the size of a penis, would you give yourself to me like a whore?
— of course — Vitya smiled at her — of course, my mistress, and again without permission, he pressed his lips to her clitoris, continuing to suck and create a vacuum, as if he wanted to give her a hickey on her clitoris.
— wait a second — she pulled him away from sucking again — go get the package in the second drawer on the right and bring it to me. It's something for you.
Vitya got up from his knees and, walking around the desk, took a package in a paper bag from the drawer; there was something not large but quite weighty inside. To the touch, it felt like some kind of... sausage or something — Victor thought and brought this package to Lydia Ivanovna, who was still sitting vulgarly sprawled on her sofa.
— unwrap it yourself — Lydia Ivanovna sat just like that, arms spread wide on the back of the sofa, legs slightly apart, her hairy pussy shining lewdly from saliva and lubrication. She looked cunningly at Victor.
The door to the office was opened by Yulia Sergeevna, and seeing such a scene, she wasn't surprised at all by it.
— Lydia Ivanovna, you have a meeting with an investor at the restaurant today. You haven't forgotten, have you? — she spoke as if nothing unusual was happening in the office; such scenes had already become mundane and habitual, although sucking clitoris and licking sweet vagina was Yulia's duty, but sometimes Vitya did it too and was incredibly happy about it.
— yes, yes, of course, I haven't forgotten — Lydia Ivanovna answered and, smiling, patted the sofa next to her with her palm, as if calling her over. Yulia, bowing her head, immediately sat down next to her.
Meanwhile, Vitya pulled out a double-ended dildo from the bag with surprised eyes. It was flesh-colored and had two ends; one was intended for the vagina and was also used to hold it in place without any straps. The other end, larger, imitated the features, texture, and even veins of a real penis. This double-ended strap-on was given to her for her wedding by Alina Romanovna, and Lydia had already tried it on at home; from a distance, it looked like a real penis, about fifteen centimeters, and Lydia's hairy pussy added an even greater effect of realism.
— insert it — Lydia Ivanovna commanded and moved her pelvis a little more in his direction, while spreading her legs a bit wider. She hugged Yulia proprietarily and engaged in a sweet kiss with her. Yulia, of course, responded and, closing her eyes, surrendered to the magic of the kiss.
Vitya, kneeling and settling between her legs, began to insert the dildo, something he had never done before. He inserted the short end into the vagina, leaving the artificial penis with veins and a glans outside. When he inserted it, Lydia Ivanovna really did start to look like a beautiful trans girl. The penis seemed to be erect, and the unshaven pubis hid the color difference between her body and the dildo itself.
Lydia Ivanovna broke away from Yulia's lips and, winking at Vitya, told him to start giving her a blowjob, trying hard, jerking it off with his hand.
Vitya was a bit shocked by this sight, but from this view, even his own penis in his pants got hard. He understood that Lydia Ivanovna was preparing to fuck Yulia with this dildo, and he needed to play a little and suck this artificial penis, so to speak, prepare it for fucking the whore Yulia.
Vitya opened his mouth and plunged it in, embracing this marvelous wonder with his lips. He immediately remembered Dima's penis, but he pushed those unpleasant memories aside, continuing to genuinely give Lydia Ivanovna a blowjob, who, of course, felt the friction from the blowjob inside her vagina, and her clitoris was also pleasantly pressing against the edges of the strap-on. She felt an orgasm approaching her body with quick steps. The sight of the boy sucking her off added piquancy to the situation. She stroked Yulia's head with her hand, who, leaning over, had already reached her breast and was sucking on her erect nipple, providing incredible pleasure.
— take off your pants — the order sounded towards Vitya, who pulled away from the penis in surprise. He blinked his eyelashes in surprise.
— M-me? — Vitya asked in surprise and even with some displeasure.
— yes! — Lydia Ivanovna tapped him on the cheek — of course, you! — she smiled a little and, pinching his cheek with her fingers, shook it.
Yulia pulled away from the nipple and also looked at Vitya's frightened face, who, embarrassed, stood up and began to unbutton his pants. Different thoughts ran through Vitya's head, thoughts denying what was about to happen, but the muscles of his arms and his whole body did what the mistress ordered.
— go to the desk and get on all fours — Lydia Ivanovna said somehow without a smile and with complete seriousness. His pants were already below his knees, and Vitya, without taking them off, shuffled to the boss's T-shaped desk. Approaching the desk, Vitya bent over uncertainly and, subconsciously clenching his buttocks, turned away from Lydia Ivanovna and froze, leaning his palms on the desk.
— bend lower! — the mistress had already come close to him — lean on your elbows, whore! Come on, don't be shy — she pushed him in the back, and Vitya bent lower.
— even lower — she pushed him with her hand, and Vitya was already lying on the desk, resting his cheek on the tabletop. He felt the shaft of Lydia Ivanovna with his buttocks, which, making its way between his buttocks, was pressing against his anus. The anus clenched on its own; horror appeared in Vitya's eyes.
— relax, whore! It will be pleasant, and if you don't relax, it will hurt! I'll tear everything up in there! — Lydia Ivanovna said, as if persuading and stating at the same time.
— We probably need to lubricate it — Yulia intervened — he's probably a virgin — Yulia continued in a somewhat mocking voice.
— do you have a condom? — Lydia Ivanovna asked Yulia over her shoulder.
— yes — Yulia answered and darted to her desk, to her purse.
— turn around — the Mistress lifted her slave from the all-fours position to a standing position, then turned him around and, pressing on his shoulders, forced him to kneel before her.
Vitya was kneeling; the artificial penis was pressing against his forehead; he kissed it mechanically. This penis combined so well with the hairs of the Mistress's pussy that it was already impossible to distinguish it from a real one. Vitya really didn't want what Lydia Ivanovna wanted to do to him now, but he didn't dare object to her and, just swallowing saliva of shame, continued to obey.
— here — Yulia handed one condom to Lydia Ivanovna, who took it and passed the condom to Vitya.
— put it on with your mouth. Can you do that? — she asked the shame-burning Vitya; he shook his head negatively — well, learn then — she patted him on the head — well... I'm waiting! — she added after a short pause — with your mouth!
Vitya opened the condom with his teeth, took it out; it was all lubricated and slippery. After putting it a little on the tip of Lydia Ivanovna's penis, Vitya embraced the penis with his lips and began to roll the condom to the base of the penis with them. The sight of the boy on his knees, trying to put a condom on the artificial penis while impaling his mouth on it, holding the mistress by the hips and helping with his hands to press the penis onto his head, pleased and aroused the already quite strongly aroused mother-in-law. After struggling and working a bit, the condom was finally on, and now this artificial penis was completely indistinguishable from a real dick.
Lydia liked her penis with its hairy pubis and the condom on; she herself mentally seemed to merge with this penis. It felt so pleasant how the small penis moved inside the vagina, adding to the sensation that this was her real penis.
— get up, son-in-law — the Mistress patted her slave on the head again — get up and bend over! I'm going to fuck you!
— spread your buttocks, dear — Lydia Ivanovna said a little tenderly, again bringing her penis to Vitya's anus. The slave was already completely and obediently lying on the desk on his chest; he spread his buttocks apart with his hands.
Shame, disgrace, fear — all of this was in Vitya's head; he closed his eyes tightly, as if hiding from himself, and barely held back tears of despair.
— arch your back — again he felt the mistress's commanding hand on his lower back, and suddenly... The penis began to penetrate him, not strongly but persistently; it began to slide inside, pushing apart the walls of the anus, which at first intuitively resisted, completely disobeying its owner, but then, having given up, forcibly surrendered, it opened up. Vitya felt the penis already moving insolently inside him; it wasn't as painful as he had imagined. The fucking had begun! An outright fuck in his ass. The mistress was already sliding along the stretched anus and hitting her hips against the buttocks of the slave, who was biting his fist; tears of shame still appeared in his eyes. He opened his eyes and saw Yulia watching his fucking with pleasure.
Lydia Ivanovna came quickly but didn't pull out the penis; she continued to fuck Vitya, moaning and gasping until she fully enjoyed her pleasure. Then she sharply pulled out her artificial penis and turned her whore to face her.
— well, what about it, son-in-law, did you like it? — the satisfied Lydia Ivanovna asked her slave and squeezed his balls hard with her hand.
— yes — the frightened Vitya nodded, startled by the unexpectedness and pain, although there was no pain! The pain, as he thought it would be, but the mistress squeezed his balls firmly but not painfully.
— well, that's good — she let go of his balls and patted his cheek — me too — Lydia Ivanovna smiled, glancing at the astonished Yulia Sergeevna.