From the boss’s anniversary memories, Denis still has: a hit to the back of the head from hitting the bathroom door, Angelina’s panties in his pocket, the images of Makarovych’s faces and Nastya’s screaming. “Hurry up in October or something like that!” He thought.
August passed quietly, Nastya was sent first on sick leave and then on vacation. Oksana and Nadya gradually cooled towards him, and Denis himself noticed that after the banquet not a single woman got up. Even masturbating was not working properly: the little ‘friend’ had to be turned on by porn, shiny, sweaty shells, swollen horns, and female moans.
“Come here, student.” Anton yelled and pointed in the direction of his office.
UPS! And Angelina was sitting in the office and taking a sip of tea. Seeing Denis, her breasts swayed, her tongue left her pumped lips down the middle, her legs twisted even more one by one.
“Your internship is ending, but there is an opinion to leave you part-time so you can study. Although what the hell is it you’re studying there. Aspirin cannot be distinguished from valerian. In short, will you go to our house as a housekeeper? Angelina has been sick lately.”
“In what capacity?” Denis was surprised.
“I can’t keep you at the office. And you can guess why. Your profit will be good, the work is not dusty, it will not interfere with classes and exams.”
“You have no choice.” Angelina whispered, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
The boss’s apartment was large, richly furnished, with 5 rooms. In the bedroom alone, the bed was clearly unfamiliar: a single bed with a pillow and a truck blanket.
“Yes, he is impotent. In Greece, I met this angel-like mouse, but he never smelled like a man. He began to tear the hymen with his rod, but failed. His spasms took him. And then the psychological trauma happened. In general, his cock is always hanging, but I can’t do without this. We agreed with him that I forgive him about Nastya, and he doesn’t bother me with my fucking. All this is mine: the company, the apartment, the money, the fat clients, everything is mine.”
“And she, really, fifty years old?”
“Forty nine.” She smiled. “I understand your bewilderment. She really does look like a girl. It is true that I looked at the files.”
The more they talked about her, the more Denis knew about her, the hotter he got for her. The little ‘friend’ snorted, stirred, his heart pounding. The balls began to swell, the penis hardened.
“I also see you.” Angelina started teasing. “And how are you going to destroy it? She is wild, she doesn’t even play with a finger. I will show you!”
First she took off Denis’s shirt. She stroked her hands over his chest, scratching it down his belly to his fly. Then slowly she began to remove the buckle from his belt. Denis wanted to pull her out of her hands and remove his jeans, but he couldn’t resist.
“Do not rush. Today you work with the tongue.”
He unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it, threw her skirt on the floor, reached over and kicked it. Denis liked the look of a grown woman’s body in lingerie.
“Come undress me.” Angelina pleaded languidly. “Now caress my breasts with your hands first. Stroke them, shake them. Now lick my nipples, bite, play with your tongue.”
Denis obediently carried out gentle commands, plunging his face into Angelina’s body. Then she sat on the couch and spread her legs.
“Remove everything with your teeth.”
He bit into a strip of lace from her panties and pulled down, sticking his tongue out of her. On the whole leg of a woman, there was a path of drooling. He liked the way her feet smelled, so he started stroking them too, running his tongue between her membranes, bringing her thumb to his mouth and pinching with his teeth.
“Virtuous.” Angelina laughed. “Let’s go up. My pussy wants your mouth. Spread my legs, see how beautiful and hungry it is. Play with your mouse first.”
Angelina ran her fingers between her lips and they immediately became shiny and smooth with the lubrication. She moved them from the clitoris to the anus, opening all the petals of her rose.
Denis could no longer contain himself, he wanted to bite, like a cake, the pink navel, which her manicured finger caressed in circles. The hot tip of his tongue touched her clit at first simply, then rhythmically.
Angelina moaned and leaned even closer to her mouth. Alternating kisses and tickles, Denis grabbed the hardened lump of her crotch with his lips and began to suck tenderly.
He seemed to want to drink from the slender, seething neck of her vessel. His chin felt lubrication and pulsating petals. Spreading them with the fingers of both hands, he began to blow gently into the red cave. Then he licked from her anus to her pubis.
Again he shifted to tickle her clit, but she was already stroking it with her finger. He looked at Angelina, she opened her mouth with her eyes closed, she caressed her breasts with her hands, twisted her nipples with her fingers.
Denis was getting more and more excited about the sights, but, as if he were in chains, he continued to scribble with his tongue. He lifted her pelvis up Angelina’s ass, pulled her closer to his face and spread her legs even more.
In front of him was her hole, shrinking when she touched herself, her clit swelling immediately. The hole looked so sweet and narrow. He stuck all of his tongue in there, and when he pulled it out of her, he stroked the folds of her lips. He grabbed each of them with his teeth, withdrew, and released them with a bang. Angelina began to gasp, ready to finish, but Denis decided not to let her go. Denying it from her pussy, he began to caress her crotch and her thighs. And she calmed down.
“Do you want to punish my mischief? I’m so bad I deserve a beating. Fuck my ass.”
Denis licked his index and middle fingers, circled her vagina, dipped a bit, and slowly inserted them into her ass. He stopped them without any movement and again began to tickle her clit.
Without standing out from the crowd, he licked the nameless one and just as slowly sent it to her anus. Inside her ass, he began to play with his fingers, spreading and curving them. Angelina screamed and flinched.
The crimson ball of the clitoris exploded in a fine stream in Denis’s mouth. But the boy did not seek to remove his face from her female body, on the contrary, he wanted her to scream and turn even more. Pulling his fingers out of her ass, he grasped her entire rump with his hands and pressed her against his face. From the outside, it looked like an enthusiastic hyena near the prey, which was still convulsing.
Denis got up, wiped his face and noticed how his cock with balls inside his own sperm floated in his underwear. Angelina chuckled a sideways smile and spread her hands to get up. There was a big stain on the sofa that looked like a butt.
“Well done. Let’s also work on the technical aspect… and then it will be possible to roll eggs to Nastya.”
“Yeah, where did you get the idea that I need it?” Denis asked offended and dropped back onto the couch.
“Well you, when you licked the glaze off my peaches, you called me Nastya. Do you remember?”
At that moment, the boy finally realized that the fear of becoming impotent also cooled the burning. Damn it, Nastya, the light doesn’t converge on her like a wedge. Annoyance gnawed at him for a long time, but the desire to collect the forbidden fruit had already evaporated.