Aunt Lida 6
I had arranged with my mom to go to the theater in the evening, and in the morning, as usual, I dressed appropriately for the occasion. A black fitted dress, just above the knees, black stockings, and boots with a low platform. Minimal makeup, a light hairstyle, and the outfit of a cute girl was ready.
Literally five minutes before the end of the seminar, my phone gave a muffled blip—a message from Olya had arrived.
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This meant I had to go to her reception area and receive instructions from Alina Romanovna.
Gathering my notebooks, I slung my bag over my shoulder and, swaying my hips, walked through the passage to the main building where the university's rectorate was located.
On the way, I greeted some familiar girls from parallel groups—banal hellos, how are you...
I enter the reception area; Olya is already waiting for me in front of her boss's door. We smiled and kissed each other on the cheeks.
Olya looked stunning in her light blue dress, which hung loosely on her hips and perfectly accentuated her ample bust. We entered the office.
— Girls, you know that funds have been allocated to us for the construction of a theater studio at the university," Alina Romanovna said, looking us over.
Olya and I exchanged glances and then looked back at the rector, batting our eyelashes.
— So, my dears," she continued, walking around her desk and stopping next to Olya, across the table from me, "I need a tender specifically from this construction company." She tossed a pile of bright brochures with photos and descriptions onto the table.
— I'll write it down, Alina Romanovna," Olya said, taking a notepad from her purse. "What is our task?
— Sweetie, no need to write anything," she said demonically, running her palm over Olya's cheek. "Your task is to ensure this company participates in the tender. And your outfits," she looked at me, "should also be paid for by someone.
The mistress smiled, and I lowered my gaze.
— Today, right now, both of you will go to this address," she placed a piece of paper with an address in front of us, "and service the owner of the company. And in the morning, I want to hear a call from her with words of their agreement.
I looked at the mistress with some embarrassment and sighed.
— Alina Romanovna, if it's necessary, I'm ready, but I feel awkward," I began quietly.
— And is it comfortable, is it easy for you to dress in the most expensive boutiques in the city?" she raised her tone slightly.
— Sweet mistress, that's not what I meant, I'm sorry, I wouldn't want to...
— You wouldn't want to what?" the demonic one interrupted me.
Olya looked at me, her gaze saying, "Don't argue and don't talk back."
— I think it would be a betrayal towards you," I said quietly, lowering my gaze.
— Oh, come on, my girl, everything is fine," she said soothingly. "But such is life, and you have to pay for everything.
— Alright, Vasily will take you. Go!" she turned and walked behind her desk.
Olya and I stood up and headed for the office door.
— Stop!" the rector called out to us.
Alina Romanovna walked to the edge of the long conference table and sat down.
— Give me your panties," she said with a smile. "So they don't get in the way.
Olya and I lifted our dresses and pulled down our panties—mine black, hers blue.
Alina Romanovna gathered them and brought them to her face, taking a deep breath.
— Aaah, alright, go," she squeezed our panties in her hands.
We reached the required village outside the city in just about thirty minutes, which was fast considering the traffic.
— Vasily," Olya smiled coquettishly at him through the rearview mirror, "when it's necessary, I'll call you to pick us up," she said, grabbing the door handle.
— Okay, boss," Vasily replied sharply, almost militarily, and smiled slightly.
Vasily, Alina Romanovna's personal driver, knew everything about us. For as long as I've known him, I've only used this car when necessary.
Olya and I stood in front of huge wrought-iron gates set into a long, high stone fence. From behind the fence came the rare baritone of barking dogs. Olya pressed her finger on the doorbell button.
— Purpose of your visit..." a soft but strong male voice came from the speaker right in front of us.
— We're here to see Snezhana Viktorovna; we're expected," Olya replied.
A metallic click sounded from the gate, and it swung inward slightly, allowing us to enter.
We were met by a tall, sturdy man in a black coat and matching suit; his face was slightly illuminated by the stark white shirt.
He looked us over from head to toe and began scanning us with a portable metal detector.
From deep in the yard, the barking of dogs was heard, and two cute Dobermans, looking like twins with beautiful muzzles adorned with bright reddish eyebrows, ran toward us.
— Olya and Sasha?" the guard inquired.
— Yes," Olya replied, rummaging in her purse and pulling out the paper with the address.
— Go ahead, you're expected," the guard pointed deeper into the estate, toward the steps at the entrance to the house.
— Thank you," I patted the muzzle of one of the dogs, and it wagged its rear happily.
We climbed the steps; Olya pushed the massive oak door inward. It opened surprisingly easily, and we stepped inside. I was hit by the incredible aroma of freshly cooked meat.
In front of us stood a woman, about the same age as Alina Romanovna, somewhere in her forties. She was wearing a purple evening dress with a deep neckline in front and matching shoes. Slightly behind her stood a man of the same age, in black trousers and a white shirt.
— Hello, Snezhana Viktorovna," we greeted.
— Hello, girls! Olga and Alexandra?" she looked at us questioningly.
We nodded.
— And this is my husband, Sergei Olegovich," she said with a smile, turning to her husband. "Well, come to the table," she gestured toward the table.
Sergei Olegovich went first and helped all of us sit comfortably on the massive, soft chairs.
We got acquainted over a delicious dinner and drank some wine.
— And now," Snezhana Viktorovna addressed us, "we'll see how your mistress wants to get this contract," she shifted her gaze to me.
— I agreed with Alina," she continued, "if my husband and I are satisfied, then I will participate in the tender.
Olya and I exchanged glances and smiled delicately.
At the same time, I felt discomfort from the news—"with my husband."
— Now, to the shower; everything is ready for you there," Snezhana Viktorovna commanded.
Olya and I got up from the table and went in the indicated direction.
— Sergei will meet you here in 30 minutes," she instructed us as she went up the spiral staircase.
Olya and I entered the bathroom and began undressing. Slightly tipsy from the wine, we quickly sobered up under the contrast shower and examined the shelves and large countertop.
Items prepared in advance were lying there just for us.
Olya helped me fasten a tight, light-beige corset with lace in the bust area, which tightly cinched my chest. I put on white panties and white stockings. I slipped my feet into open white shoes with side fastenings.
Olya, in contrast to me, dressed in a light turquoise open bra, trimmed with pastel pink lace, and matching panties. But her panties had a diamond-shaped cutout on the back, providing access to her charms. To complete the look, she covered her thighs with white nylon stockings.
— Mmmm, how beautiful," I said, sighing and stroking my thighs.
— Well, well, and this must be, I suppose," Olya took a metal butt plug with a sapphire stone on the cap from the shelf. "Mmm," she twirled it in front of me. "Will you help?
The anal plug, about 7 cm long and 3 cm thick, was something new for me.
I took it in my hand and looked at Olya.
Olya bent over and ran her pink tongue over the plug, then took it into her mouth and moistened it.
— Just don't rush, screw it in carefully," she said to me, bending over and spreading her buttocks with her fingers.
Looking at her enticing little anus, as if mesmerized, I knelt down, ran my tongue over the folds, placed the plug, and pressed slightly. Olya strained a little, the ring opened, and I began to slowly rotate, pushing the plug forward.
— Bolder, bolder," Olya moaned.
I felt the plug starting to slip from my fingers; Olya sucked it in with her butt, slightly clenching her anus. The plug easily went in all the way to the cap. I smiled, satisfied with the work done.
Olya slipped on open-toed high heels. And we went to the living room.
— Girls," Sergei said with a smile, examining our outfits, "follow me.
We went upstairs as the master of the house instructed us. The furnishings and decor of the house were impressive. On the walls hung originals by Russian painters from the late 19th century; everything spoke of the grandeur of this house and the education and refinement of its owners.
We found ourselves in front of massive double doors, which Sergei opened for us.
Olya and I entered the bedroom.
Next to the bed, probably the size of my bedroom in my mom's apartment, stood the lady.
Snezhana Viktorovna looked down at us majestically and slightly extended her left foot, clad in tight, transparent nylon. Following instructions, we approached and knelt, taking turns kissing the lady's right hand and left knee. Then we sat back on our heels, spreading our thighs wide, lowered our heads, and folded our hands on our knees.
— Here!" the lady commanded sharply to me, pointing to the bed. "Get on all fours.
Slowly, trying to be graceful but not delaying, I climbed onto the bed and got into the knee-elbow position.
Behind me, I heard the tapping of high heels on the parquet.
— Are you a lesbian?" the lady asked me, and I immediately felt a burning pain on my butt from the whip that whistled through the air above me.
— Yes, mistress," I flinched slightly.
— I respect taboos, dear," she whispered in my ear.
Again, the whistle of the whip and a new, searing strike.
I felt a sharp burning sensation, but at the same time, the feeling of wanting to submit to this woman gave this burning an edge.
Being in the power of someone who won't harm you is very arousing and pushes you toward new sensations.
Treacherously, already on the third strike, I thought, "This is what I was missing with Aunt Lida and Alina Romanovna—this sweet pain, this feeling of inevitability, this fate, finally. This desire to selflessly submit and serve the one who strikes, which means loves."
The blows continued to rain down on my already burning buttocks.
— Bitch, are you deaf?!" the lady called out loudly.
— Turn to me, now!
On all fours, I turned toward her over my right side, feeling sweat break out on my face. It became hot.
Now, to my left, Olya was in the knee-elbow position, sticking out her rear. She was quietly moaning with her eyes closed.
— We always love to enter through the back door," Sergei smiled and, smoothly rotating the anal plug, massaged Olya's anus.
Olya moaned, moving to meet his motions.
— Well!" the lady pointed her finger at her crotch, spreading her legs wide.
Without hesitation, I leaned forward slightly and pressed my face to her mound through her panties. Burying my mouth and nose, I took a deep breath. The lady smelled of violets.
— Aaah," I heard her sigh.
The delicate silk of her panties drove me crazy. Rolling my eyes, I began rubbing my face against her pubis and lips through the thinnest fabric. Soon, I sensed that long-awaited aroma—the scent of her secretions, the smell of a woman.
Her panties, without a gusset, quickly became soaked with lubrication, and I eagerly accepted the juice onto my face, lips, and tongue.
— Mmmm," a moan was heard from somewhere above.
The lady hooked her fingers under the waistband of her panties and began pulling them down, swaying her hips.
Before my eyes, I saw a thin strip of short, dark hairs adorning the lady's pubis. A slightly swollen mound and, framed by large lips, the folds of small pink lips, which, like a secret, hid the lady's womb, sticky with glistening, viscous lubrication. Above the small lips, a small hood completed the picture, inside which a pink pearl of a clitoris was hidden, probably just like the pearl of the piercing above the hood.
— Did you hear, bitch?!" the lady said, turning in place. "We always love it from the back door.
Snezhana Viktorovna turned around and, pulling her panties aside, bent over and spread her buttocks with her fingers, presenting to my gaze a perfectly even pink ring of anus.
I certainly didn't need any hints about what to do. Placing my palms on her velvety buttocks, I ran my sharp tongue along the outer edges of her anus and, letting out a little saliva, narrowed the diameter of the motion, slowly approaching the center with each circle. Under my tongue, I felt the anus clench and relax again. Snezhana Viktorovna moaned languidly, and at some point, my tongue penetrated inside without hindrance.
— Mmmmm," I moaned and began simply screwing my tongue into her ass.
My movements became fast, confident; my tongue diligently licked the smooth walls of the anus.
The lady, spreading her buttocks wider with her fingers and swaying her hips, moved to meet me.
To my left, on the bed, I heard Olya's moans and something like Sergei's growling.
The lady pressed my face into her crotch with her hand; I kissed her anus without removing my tongue.
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