FootFetish — 24
Irina Andreevna, having become completely brazen, had rented a three-room apartment in the neighboring building and, at every opportunity, dragged the young whores Dima and Vitya there. Their absences, by the way, were covered by her friend and deputy manager, Yulia Sergeevna, who also sometimes participated in porn orgies in the rented apartment.
Today, Irina was lying on her back, her head slightly hanging off the edge, in the middle of a large double bed. In front, near her head, Dima positioned himself and was fucking her in the head, or more precisely, in the throat. He really liked her throat, which he had already thoroughly used over time, and he always came in it, holding this female by the forehead and neck. Between her widely spread
legs, Vitya settled in and, lifting her legs to her chest, was fucking her anal opening, which he simply adored. It was so tight on Irina that it seemed like she was giving a blowjob with her anus. This was his favorite position.They had already fucked this mature bitch double-barreled more than once, and she loved it, and Dima and Vitya liked it too. Vitya, fucking Irina in the ass, recalled his morning situation with the strap-on in Lidia Ivanovna's office. It was his secret and shame; it was as if he was taking revenge on Irina for Lidia Ivanovna fucking him in the ass, so today he was fucking her especially passionately and rudely.
Irina grunted, arching her head and straightening her throat, which clearly expanded with the entry of Dima's cock. Dima looked at Irina as if she were his victim; he looked at the whimpering pussy that Vitya was rubbing and fingering. Dima himself sometimes released Irina's neck and not too hard twisted her nipples. When Irina moaned and groaned with the cock in her throat, he felt the vibration in his own cock and froze in those moments, a pleasant tremor enveloping his body. Then Dima continued to fuck her throat again and twist her nipples, eliciting the moans he so needed from her.
Vitya was pushing his cock into her and practically helping to impale her with thrusts, fucking her today with a slight hatred, again recalling the brazen and shameless actions of Lidia Ivanovna, although it even aroused him.
For some reason, he both liked and disliked the sex with Lidia Ivanovna's strap-on. He recalled how erotic and realistic the double phallus looked coming from her hairy pussy, in a pussy just like this whore Irina's. He zoned out, watching her body crumpling from his thrusts. She was hugging Dima's waist with her arms, holding them above her head, while somehow trying to control his thrusts into her throat. Ira was gagging a little and groaning.
Irina sweetly began to cum and, freezing, grabbed Dima's hips even tighter, and with her pulsating anus she practically began to chew on Vitya's cock, who, despite her orgasm, continued to pound her, moving in her ass. Her body shook, contracted, her stomach twitched and squeezed out the juice of love from her beautiful, hairy pussy, which hadn't been fucked at all today. Vitya even felt sorry for her pussy, and pulling out his cock, he latched onto her vagina, licking and sucking out this so alluring and life-giving moisture.
At that moment, Ira, still cumming, felt a heat in her throat; it was Dima cumming without pulling out. He shoved his cock all the way in and, twitching and clenching his buttocks, which Irina was holding, ejaculated his seed into her. The semen, shooting out, gushed through her opened throat into her stomach, and part of it rushed back and flowed down the shaft of his cock, over his balls, and got on her eyes and forehead, dripping onto the floor afterwards.
Vitya continued to furiously lick the cumming female; she didn't stop contracting and squeezed out more and more of a cloudy-white fluid, which tasted sourish. This taste overstimulated Vitya greatly, and he, tearing himself away from her wet vagina, began to jerk off, ejaculating his semen onto her trembling body.
Dima's cock had already left her mouth, and with her face in semen, she watched as Vitya shot at her from his pistol-cock, hitting her stomach, chest, neck.
Irina stroked her slippery, semen-covered body and mixed Vitya's semen with Dima's, licking it off her fingers with her whorish, insatiable lips.
— Lick me, boys — Irina Andreevna basked, her body was very beautiful and shone from their semen, but neither one nor the other intended to do it.
Although they were whores, they weren't hers and didn't want to obey her, feeling embarrassed in front of each other, because as males they still tried to somehow occupy a more dominant role with this lustful bitch. Both Dima and Vitya were somewhat restoring their humiliated ego with her, although they respected her very much and were very grateful to her for being such a whore.
However, everything changed if her friend, their boss and senior whore Yulia Sergeevna, participated in such an orgy. In that case, they really, like whores, simply serviced these lustful bitches, but alone with just Irina, they were real brutal males.
Probably this strange request to lick her body sticky with their semen would have turned into an order if Yulia were there, and her order was not up for discussion, but to their joy, she wasn't nearby.
— Go take a shower — Vitya looked at her. He respectfully leaned down and licked her clean and satisfied-from-his-affections pussy, thereby as if apologizing for not licking her, what he considered, dirty body.
Irina just smiled at him, winking and understanding that they didn't want to lick their whore. Whores didn't want to lick a whore — such an aphorism flashed through her head. So, without waiting for her request to be fulfilled, she got up and, still smiling quite contentedly, wiggling her gorgeous ass, went to the shower, while the satisfied guys got dressed and ran to work at the office.
— Well, where have you been? — Lidia Ivanovna asked Vitya and Dima discontentedly in her office. Yulia Sergeevna was also in her office, who was silent as if she had taken water into her mouth.
— We went to a cafe for lunch — Vitya said, making excuses.
However, Lidia Ivanovna didn't believe him; she personally saw from the salon of her service car how her two whores, Dima and Vitya, were walking with her employee Irina Andreevna into a residential high-rise, and it didn't look like they were going to a cafe. When all three of them entered the entrance, Lidia Ivanovna drew her conclusion, and now she wanted to know what they were doing with her and why she was practically stealing her whores from her. She also suspected Yulia, who for some reason told her that she couldn't reach either one, although her driver Roman could, but after reaching Dima, he hung up. Dima didn't even understand who was calling him from an unknown number.
— You're lying, whore! — This answer angered Lidia Ivanovna — she came out from behind the desk and, folding her arms on her chest, stood with her legs slightly apart — bring me what's in the second drawer of my desk — she furrowed her brows — you know what!
— Okay, and you close the door — she looked at Yulia — quickly! — she stamped her foot.
Yulia ran off and locked the entrance door with a key. Vitya, blushing, went on half-bent legs to her desk, to that ill-fated drawer. He understood what was going to happen next and was very ashamed of it, but didn't dare disobey. Dima stood, head tucked in, and also understood that punishment for their fucking around with Irina Andreevna was inevitable for him too, but he didn't know what it would be; his legs and hands began to shake.
Vitya, with a red face, took out a long wooden box containing her artificial cock. The cock with which Lidia Ivanovna had fucked him today, the cock with which she had humiliated and pierced him today. Next to the phallus, condoms lay in a neat stack.
— What are you frozen there for? — Lidia Ivanovna angrily hurried Vitya.
Vitya approached her, holding the box in his bent arms. She looked at him, smirked with the corner of her lips.
— You know what to do! — she unzipped her skirt — on your knees! Insert it and with your lips, as you know how, put on the condom!
Vitya got on his knees, helped lower and take off her skirt, then took off her panties in the same way. The smell of an aroused female, the smell of his mistress, hit his nose! Not daring to look at Dima, who stood on trembling legs, or at Yulia Sergeevna, who knew exactly what was about to happen, but she was also very worried, understanding that she too was implicated in their whorish escapades, which Lidia Ivanovna had somehow found out about. How does she know? What does she know? — Yulia went over all possible options.
Vitya opened the box and carefully inserted the short end of the phallus all the way, as if up to the skirt, which, resting against the labia, fixed the artificial cock protruding from the thicket, which could only be distinguished upon close inspection. The cock's skirt also rested against her already blood-engorged clitoris. Then Vitya took a condom, bit the edge to tear it, took out the rolled-up delicate latex rubber, and, aiming at the tip of the cock standing before his face, wrapped his lips around it and, like a professional whore, put the condom on this cock with his mouth, impaling himself and embracing it with his lips.
— Get up on all fours, you anal whore — Lidia Ivanovna poked him in the chest with her knee.
Vitya stood up and met Dima's wide eyes, who had guessed where his friend got such a strange gait from this morning. Vitya turned his back to the mistress and, unbuttoning his pants, lowered them, then his underwear. He bent over like a whore and leaned on the desk with his hands, stuck out his ass like a real whore, and lowered his head.
— Well, what is it, whore — she slapped his buttock with her palm — relax — you got fucked this morning, you fucked at lunch, and now you're getting fucked again — she laughed — or maybe you want a real cock? Dima's right here if needed.
— No — Dima perked up and again, as in the morning, lay chest down on the desk and, bringing his hands back, spread his buttocks with them, offering his no longer virgin anus.
— Well, that's a good boy — said Lidia Ivanovna, pleased with his actions.