“Good.” I deliberately turned my ass to the boss and leaned over my panties and pantyhose, giving him the opportunity to look at his naked ass again.

In the car, I was sitting in the back, the chef in front next to the driver. He discussed working questions with me, and, I think, few would have guessed what he was doing with me 20 minutes ago.

“Tomorrow you will prepare a report for me by six in the evening,” said the chief, dropping me off near the house.

“Well, I understood, Yury Ivanovich,” I replied, realizing something completely different. At six in the office there was no one left.

At home, after dinner, I climbed into the bath. I wanted to think it over. “Well, here it is. I got fucked in the ass. And it seems that he did not stop there. I have no way back exactly. Yes, and let him. I got an orgasm, not expecting it myself, ”I thought. My hand went down to the pubis and with my fingers I began to pull at the clitoris, gradually getting excited and imagining everything that happened, as if from the side. Suddenly, I felt that I wanted to feel something in the pope. I reached out with my second hand and began to massage the sphinker. Then she gently inserted the index finger into the point. There was no pain. Just a sphinker somehow screamed, but not much. “Let's see what you will do with my ass next,” I thought about the boss.

The next day, Julia called me in the morning, reminding me that the chef was waiting for me with a report by six in the evening.

“He's holding you up for the second day in a row,” she said with a hint.

- Yulia, I can do what - I replied.

- Well, yes, he is the director - Julia giggled into the phone.

After lunch, I suddenly realized that I wanted “by and large”. Remembering the instructions of the chief, I went to the toilet, then for a long time I tried to wash the point from the inside. Above the washbasin it was not quite comfortable. I had to put my finger in my point 7 times, checking if there were any feces left. I've never washed your ass like that before. Finally, being satisfied with the result and carefully washing my hands with soap and water, I returned to the workplace, preparing for the "evening report." About five again called Julia.

- Yuri Ivanovich is waiting for you at 17.45., And I ran home. Have you ever prepared - she asked coquettishly.

- Yes. I do this all day long. Bye - I answered, thinking about my preparation in the toilet.

- Until. Good luck - Julia giggled.

Exactly at 17. 45 I knocked into the office of the chief and entered. “What will he do with me today?” I thought before entering. The chief again spoke on the phone, lounging in a chair. This time the tone of his conversation was different. Looks like he was reporting something to someone superior. The chief, without changing his position, beckoned me to his finger and pointed to the keys lying on the table. The gesture was more than understandable. I took the keys, closed the door and stood in the middle of the office, waiting for me to do next. The chief made a circular motion with his hand and waved her down. I nodded in response to the head that I understood. Then she took off her jacket and gently hung it on a chair. Then she lowered her skirt, threw off her shoes, and was about to take off her pantyhose with panties, but, remembering what angle Yuri Ivanovich preferred, she turned her back on him and, slowly, took off her pantyhose along with her panties, remaining in one black turtleneck. Vilnula three times ass and turned to the boss. He smiled at me approvingly and gestured with his hand. I was about to put on my shoes, but he made a negative gesture with his head.

I approached the boss very close. He extended his hand, took my pubis in his palm, his middle finger lay on my clit. Only now I saw on his desk a small white plastic jar with German inscriptions. “It seems that today they will spread a hole in my booty,” I thought. Meanwhile, the chef, without stopping the conversation, put two fingers (index and middle) into my vagina, and rhythmically moved them, and my clitoris tickled with my thumb. It began to excite me. But he suddenly removed his hand and made a gesture for me to turn my ass to him.Then, he took my hand for the buns, putting his middle finger between them. Hold me like that for 10 seconds.

- One minute Boris Lvovich_ - said into the phone. Then he turned to me, covering the microphone with his hand, said: “Open the jar, lay it on the table with your stomach, booty to me and spread the buttocks”. I did, guessed what he wanted. After a second, I felt his finger smearing some ointment on my sphinker. A smear, a hedgehog smear, then his finger suddenly penetrated my ass, and began to make rotational movements there, lubricating my anal passage from the inside. Then a finger came out, I felt again how they put greases on my point, and then two fingers entered me. I felt how he moves them, how he tries to push the walls of my hole in the pope.

Finally, he pulled out his fingers, lightly slapped on the ass. I turned my head, without removing my hands from the spread apart buttocks. He made a hand gesture, get up, and pointed to the napkins on the table. I handed them to him. Holding the phone to his ear, the chef began to wipe his fingers with a napkin, his eyes pointing to his groin. I understood everything. She knelt down in front of the chair, undid the belt of trousers, then the lock and pulled her pants down. The chief smiled approvingly and slightly raised himself from the chair. Lowering his pants with panties to his knees, I bent my head and took his cock deep in his mouth. Moving my mouth, I slightly jerked his penis to him. A member began to grow in my mouth, gradually filling it. Suddenly, the chef took me by the chin, stopping my movements.

“Well, Boris Lvovich, tomorrow I will be with you,” he said and hung up.

- Well done, you understand everything without words. - he said to me. - Now stand up and pour me a skate.

I silently got up and went to the coffee table where the brandy stood.

- How is the hole in the ass? Does it hurt? - he asked.

- A little, Yuri Ivanovich.

- This is out of habit. One more time and get used to it. I looked well prepared for the "evening report"

- I try, Yuri Ivanovich.

The chef got up, took a sip of brandy.

- How are we gonna fuck your ass today? - he asked

- You know better.

- Yes. I know better. Stand on that chair with cancer and pull out your ass - he gestured to a large guest chair standing near the coffee table.

I knelt on a chair, lowered my head and tried to push my ass out of the way.

- Very well - I heard the approval of the chef. However, apparently, he was in no hurry to plant my ass. I stood without pants, sipped cognac and looked at me in that position. Finally, grunting after a big gulp, he approached me. Several times he held a member between my buttocks, each time slightly pressing my hole. Once again, driving a member, he suddenly, sharply pressed on my anus. Under pressure, the walls of the anus expanded and his penis, thanks to the lubricant, fairly easily penetrated me. I just had time to gasp. Chef moved his ass, planting it all the way. I felt his balls cling to my buttocks.

- You see, everything is already easier - said the chief and began to move the member, gradually speeding up the pace.

Indeed, thanks to the lubricant, I almost did not feel pain. I started to move my booty, trying to get into the beat of a member's movement. The chef suddenly stopped moving, leaving me to do it. “Well done, and now let's change the situation,” said the chief and took out a member of the priests. I got up.

- And now sit down in a chair on his heels, turning his back to me - said the chief.

- So the legs can be tired - I replied, realizing what he wants.

- It will not be long - the chief assured me.

I climbed my feet on the chair, dangling the ass over the floor, hands grabbed the armrests.

- So? - I asked

- Yes - said the chef, attaching himself from behind .... Read more →