Aunt Lida 3
My last class was already ending, and I had planned to go to the library to gather material for my term paper "Features of Working with Elementary School Children." The phone in my purse came to life, and I, sensing something, opened the message. My intuition didn't deceive me; the message from Aunt Lida said: my girl, be at the TRK "Souli" at 19:00, 3rd gallery, cafe "Bravo"...
I automatically gathered my notebooks, stuffed them into my bag, and stepped out into the fresh, but still warm, autumn air. The TRK wasn't far to get to, and I had plenty of time. I decided to take a walk and, without noticing it myself, arrived at the specified place.
I sat down at a table and ordered
myself a coffee.Soon, my gaze was drawn to a confident-looking lady, around 30, a blonde in a luxurious, tight-fitting blue dress with a decent décolletage, her legs sheathed in strict black stockings, finishing with dark blue high-heeled shoes. She moved through the gallery between boutiques, swaying her hips, placing her feet one in front of the other like a fox.
"Sasha?" she asked, stopping in front of me.
I flinched slightly, taking a sip of coffee!
"Yes, but who are you?" I clarified, a little flustered.
"I'm Olga," she answered firmly, "the Mistress is waiting for us, follow me."
Olga turned around, and I was enveloped in the scent of her expensive perfume.
I left money for the coffee on the table and followed Olga.
We didn't walk long, turned a corner, passed two stores and a tobacco shop, and turned into a boutique. From its banner, I understood it was a lingerie store.
Entering inside, I saw Aunt Lida sitting in the far corner in an armchair with some kind of cocktail, and near the reception, sitting in an armchair, was Alina Romanovna. She was taking a drag from a cigarette, holding a silver cigarette holder with her fingers. She was wearing a strict, expensive suit, a white blouse, black jacket and skirt.
"Mistress, I brought her, as you ordered," Olga reported, kneeling before the demonic one and bowing her head.
"You will assist her," Alina Romanovna nodded in my direction and took another drag, blowing perfect smoke rings upwards.
Alina Romanovna turned to a pleasant-looking woman around 35, in the store's branded clothing, standing behind the reception, and said firmly
"The store is closed, for special service!"
That woman, without hesitation, walked to the door and locked it, pulling an impenetrable black curtain over the display window.
"Hello, Aunt Lida," I said timidly, looking in her direction.
"Hello, Sasha," she nodded towards Alina Romanovna.
"Hello, Mistress," I stammered out and began to lower myself to the feet of the demonic one.
All of Alina Romanovna's behavior and that of those around her confidently emphasized her authority and strength of character. An aura of power and submission hung in the air simultaneously.
"Undress," Olga said quietly with a smile, approaching me from the side, "you must greet the Mistress first," she whispered in my ear.
I looked questioningly at the Mistress; she waved her hand at me, indicating to get up and follow Olga's instruction.
I stood up and timidly began to unbutton my jacket, took off my outer clothing, and left in my underwear, shyly covering my chest with my forearm and my crotch with my left palm.
"Take everything off," Olga commanded in an even voice.
I looked at the Mistress again and, seeing her smile, brought my hands behind my back, unhooked my bra, and slid my panties down to my feet.
"Lena, throw this rag away," Alina Romanovna ordered the saleswoman.
Lena quickly approached, gathered my things, and took them to the back room. I looked around in embarrassment.
"Sasha, to the fitting room, quick!" Olga pushed me.
And I walked in front of her. We quickly entered a spacious small hall with mirrors covering an entire wall.
"Okay, kitty, I think a 75B will suit you," said Lena, handing me a black, transparent bra with an open cup.
I took the bra and examined the label on the clasp: model Caity Agent Provocateur, with a price tag of 23,000₽. With trembling hands, I held the cups to my chest. Olga, standing behind me, with a deft movement adjusted the cups, threw the straps over my shoulders, pulled the bra around my back, and fastened it. I touched my breasts, wrinkling my nose slightly.
"A bit tight," Lena immediately said, "so now, I think a 70C will be just right."
Lena quickly replaced the bra, and Olga helped me put it on.
We quickly picked out panties for me from the same series, Lorna Party; fortunately, there were no more problems with the size.
Classic, black, transparent with provocative diamond-shaped cutouts in the front and on the butt, they fit me like they were made for me. I was still embarrassed by the cost; the panties were 10,000₽.
"Sash, don't worry, this speaks to the Mistress's attitude towards you, just don't let her down. She chose you, be happy, silly," Olga giggled behind me.
Next, the girls began dressing me in various dresses, in which I, accompanied by Olga, would go out into the store and parade in front of Aunt Lida and the Mistress. They approvingly voiced their opinions and clapped. And soon, I was standing in the fitting room in a dark blue, tight-fitting dress, stockings, a set of gorgeous lingerie, black boots just above the calves, and a chocolate-colored, full-length mink coat.
"Wonderful," Olga said with a smile and kissed me on the cheek.
I smiled back at her, still in a kind of shock. Around me on the shelves lay bags with my new things: dresses, suits, shoes, and lingerie.
"And now undress," commanded Olga, taking off the dress. We quickly undressed, and I followed her into the main hall.
"And here are our girls," Alina Romanovna said enchantingly, spreading her thighs.
Olga immediately, without a word, got down on all fours and, wiggling her butt, approached the Mistress. Placing her palms on the Mistress's firm thighs, she confidently pressed her lips to the Mistress's pubic area and kissed passionately. Like Olga, I got down on all fours and slowly, wiggling my butt, running my tongue over my lips, went towards the Mistress.
"Bitch, on the floor!" the Mistress slapped Olga's tits.
Olga immediately lay on her back on the floor and looked at me. The Mistress squeezed Olga's right breast with her right hand and began slapping her palm against the tits; they immediately turned red. Olga moaned, not taking her eyes off me.
"Bitch, say hello to your little sister," the Mistress pointed me towards Olga's crotch.
Without delay, I lowered my head to Olga's pubic area and gently kissed the clitoral area. Gently sucked the hood and slightly pulled my head back. Olga moaned and immediately cried out; the Mistress began pinching her nipples with her fingers.
"Sash, sit on her face," the Mistress nodded to me.
I rose up and, as if mounting Olga, moved my crotch to her face, immediately feeling her hot breath on my pussy. I reflexively pressed against her mouth and gasped from the touch of her lips and tongue.
"Are you satisfied, bitch?" the Mistress slapped my tits.
"Y-yes, Mistress," I answered a little falteringly, "but..."
"What 'but,' my girl?" the Mistress gently stroked my nipples.
"Aaahsss," I froze from the Mistress's caresses and Olga's tongue on my clit.
"You are my girl, and my girls deserve only the best. Make it so that it's pleasant for me to live too," she nodded towards her own crotch and slapped my nipples again.
"Aaahhh," I exhaled and leaned towards the now so familiar and sweet pussy of my Mistress.
"My little cunt-licker, my little Sasha," the Mistress stroked my head.
With all my effort and all my passion, I began licking the Mistress's tender and soft lips, feeling at the same time how Olga was trying to make me even happier.
From the side where Aunt Lida was sitting, wet, smacking sounds were heard.
"Oooh, yes, Lenochka, yes."
Lena was giving Auntie full pleasure. Our moans, cries, and slaps merged into a single cacophony of sounds. The boutique space filled with a whirlwind of emotions and passions. The air was filled with the scent of perfume, the smell of bodies, and the aura of sex.
I screamed wildly, my legs trembled, everything inside clenched. I literally buried my mouth in the Mistress's pussy; she howled loudly and squeezed my head with her thighs.
"And now come, my girl," she said on a loud exhale and trembled, plunging into a powerful orgasm.
I pressed my wet pussy harder against Olga's face and whimpered from the bliss that washed over me for the first time in my life. My vision went dark.
I slowly come to my senses through the fog, feeling slaps on my face; it's Olya kneeling next to me, spraying water from a glass onto my face with her mouth.
"Well, well, what's with you, my girl," the Mistress says, stroking my chest, "everything's fine."
I see a smile on her face.
"Oooh, Mistress, her cheeks are rosy," Olga said with excitement, moving away from me.
I slowly turned on my side and saw a happy Lena calling me to the fitting room