still trying to straighten her skirt.

The chief silently looked at me for a few seconds.

“Well, what are you, Olga Vladimirovna,” he began to slowly stretch the words, “How did you think of getting dressed like that for work? What are you going to a disco? Yes, and in a disco in this form, probably, do not go! Are you not ashamed?

I was ready to fail through the floor of his office - “Excuse me, Dmitry Viktorovich ...” - I mumbled - “This will not happen again ... Sorry ...”

“How are you going to work this way today?” Will you drive clients crazy? ?

“Yes, Dmitry Viktorovich, of course” - I did not raise my eyes with shame.

"Everything, go, and I hope this will not happen again!" - he waved his hand.

I turned and went to the exit.

"You can be stunned!" - I heard after - "Well, and Vidocq!"

I left the office and, without saying a word to the secretary, who was looking at me without stopping, hurried toward me.

My colleagues constantly came to me, of course, mostly men. I have heard so many compliments from them. I must say that I was not deprived of attention anyway, but this time it was something with something! So it's dinner time. We usually go to dinner at a nearby cafe next to the bank. But this time I decided to abstain and stay in the office. Ten minutes after the start of the lunch break the bell rang. Called Pasha.

“How are you?” He asked, mundanely.

“How are you doing ?!” - I screamed into the phone - “The chief cheated me for my appearance! You have no idea how disgraced I am! ”

“Well, okay ... Okay ... Why are you screaming ..." - Pasha began to calm me down - "Everything is fine, don't worry so much. What are you doing?"

“We have a break, and I sit in my office,” I said evilly, “Where will I go like this?”

“Come on,” said Pasha, “Right now, and go.”

"What?" - I was surprised - "Where? What for?"

“Yes, yes, let's go for a walk” - said Pasha - “There is nothing to hide such beauty”

“Are you serious?” I was already shaken with indignation.

"Yes. Go outside, ”he said firmly.

I was not in myself out of indignation. There was a great desire to send him to hell. But something stopped me. Angry at myself and at Pasha, I got up from the chair.

"Bliiiin ... Pasha ... Maybe we shouldn't ..." - I ached - "Well, there are a lot of people on the street now ..."

"But you like it like Slut" - he said tenderly and added - "You are an obedient Slush"

"Mmmmm ..." - I mumbled to the phone doomed and left the office.

It was warm and sunny outside. Around it was full of people. Head down, I went myself without knowing where.

"How is it ..." - asked Pasha - "A lot of people? Looking? "

"Lot! Look, of course! "

“This is good,” he laughed. “Can you find a secluded place called Schlusch?” You turn me on! ”

I looked around. Not far away, garage boxes were visible.

“I only see garages,” I replied.

"Fine. Let's go there, ”Pasha snarled.

I turned to the garages. After passing a few rows of boxes, I turned between them and went deeper. There were no cars or people around.

Reaching the end of the boxes, I stopped. Before me were scanty acacia bushes, and behind them was a courtyard. There, not far away, boys sat on a bench. They could not notice me.

“Well, what is it?” Pasha asked impatiently into the phone.

"It seems no one" - timidly looking around, I replied.

"Great, let's take off your underpants"

"Good" - I quickly pulled down my lace panties. I was in such a hurry that I almost fell, clinging to the lace of a sharp heel shoes.

“Oh!” I squeaked, trying to keep my balance. “Pasch almost fell.”

“You took it off?” He asked.

"Yes, I took it off" - I was pulling the lace fabric in my hands, looking around.

“Now put them in your vagina,” Pasha said in an authoritative tone.

I spread my legs wider and, crouching slightly, began to stuff the pants into me. As soon as the lace fabric penetrated inside, slightly scratching the vaginal wall, I felt a strong orgasm. A trickle of white translucent liquid splashed under my feet. I groaned.

“Do you finish the whore?” Asked Pasha and immediately added, “Yes, dear! I adore you!"

So as not to leave smudges on stockings, I spread my legs even wider and sat down harder. Biting my lower lip and moaning slightly, I continued my work. Lace fabric filled me, penetrating deeper and deeper. I have not looked around. My head was spinning. New orgasm strongly shook the whole body. The jet splashed onto the palm, and the spray flew apart.

"Oh! Bliiiin ... "- I spread my legs as wide as possible, but it was too late. Wet smudges appeared on the stockings. The shoes were also muddy drops. A few more efforts and cowards were in the vagina. Lace tickled inside. I straightened and straightened my skirt. Looking around and making sure no one noticed me, I went back.

"Fu ... Honey ..." - I gasped - "Everything! I crammed ... "

“Well done, my slut” - approved Pasha - “How do you feel?”

“Itching hard and itchy,” I grimaced. Inside the vagina is really very itchy.

“I somehow unsuccessfully stuck it ...” - I complained. Strongly tickles.

“Successfully, successfully,” laughed Pashka. “You will walk like this until the end of the day. Got it? ”

"Yes ... I understood ..." - I sighed doom. Slowly, I walked out of the garage. With every step, the itching intensified. I was impatient to run under the hem of his hand. I strongly pressed on the lower abdomen. The laces inside me acted as a powerful irritant.

“Ay, Pasha!” - I exclaimed - “Such a feeling, it seems the lace uterus tickles!”

"Supeyer" - he exhaled admiringly - "Are you flowing?"

“I'll see now” - I stopped, there was no one around. I quickly put my palm under my skirt and ran it between my legs.

"Tekuuu ..." - the whole palm glistened from the discharge.

"Fine. Slut, you're super! I adore you! ”- said Pasha.

I laughed. It was amazing to hear these words of admiration.

“A lot of people around?” He asked.

“Well ... there is” - I already went outside and, trying not to rush, walked along the house.

"Come on, pull up your skirt."

"Well, Pashaaaa ..." - I begged - "Do not ..."

“Come on Whore. Come on, ”Pasha continued,“ You are my obedient. ”

"Bliiiin ..." - I took the skirt belt and pulled up. Just at that moment I was passing by the mirror showcase of a grocery store located all over the first floor of the house. “Oh my God!” - I thought, looking at my reflection - “The Nightmare ...”.

“I pulled up?” I heard Pasha's voice.

“Yeah ... I pulled up,” I replied doomed, continuing to walk along the window, looking at my reflection.

“Where are you going now?” He asked.

“Past the store. By the way, you have to go buy a drink, something’s all dry, ”I said.

“And I’m still not dry at the bottom, I hope,” Pasha asked, smiling.

“Ohhh no!” - I laughed - “There, I think, it will never dry out! Let's call you later. ”

With these words, I turned off the phone and went to the store. Moving along the counter with the products, I felt that my vagina, irritated by lace fabric, began to exude grease. “That was not enough yet!” - I thought. And at that moment I felt like the first drop splashed onto my leg and, not having time to soak into the stocking, rolled down on it leaving a wet mark. People were walking around, so there was no way to wipe. I squeezed the vaginal muscles, but then I realized that this was a bad idea. Panties ripped up everything inside and from my actions the discharge just flowed from the inflamed vagina. I intuitively spread my legs, and two thick drops splashed to the floor.Grabbing a bottle of water from the counter, I rushed to the exit, carefully looking around. At the checkout there was a small queue of three people. I got up behind fearing to move my legs once more. A woman with a child stood behind me. The boy looked like he was 7 or 8. Inside the vagina it was terribly itchy. I began to shift from one foot to the other, so that at least it was easier to endure this itch.

Already paying for water at the checkout, I noticed that the boy was staring at me under her skirt, funny opening his mouth.

"Well, here" - I thought - "There are not enough more sucklings to seduce"

I felt funny. I smiled. The boy, without looking up, looked under my skirt. His mother was picking food in a basket. After paying for the water, I turned to the boy's face and with a slight movement lifted the hem slightly apart. He opened his mouth from what he saw. I quickly pulled up my skirt and, trying not to laugh, flew out of the store. What just happened was circling my head. Itching did not stop inside the vagina. As if in a fog, I returned to work and slipped into my office.

I will not sharpen and describe how I finished the shift, how I got to the house. It was flour.

Just going home, without undressing, I plopped down on the sofa and began to masturbate like crazy.

When I came to myself and looked at the clock, I realized that I have been torturing myself for more than two hours! I was lying in a huge puddle, my mouth was dry, and the labia became unreal purple color and swelled up. Cowards were still inside. I was lying and wondering if I could get them or not. Pasha said to walk until the end of the day. Having decided that it was still early, I got to my feet. My head was spinning and I collapsed back into my puddle. After lying down a bit and catching my breath, I slid off the couch and crawled into the bathroom on all fours. There I undressed, but did not take off the stockings. Typing in the bathroom water, I settled down to soak. All over the body there was such weakness and languor. From time to time a strong tremor ran through the body. Before the labia, it was impossible to touch.

So it took about half an hour. After removing the stockings, I rinsed and turned around with a towel went to the kitchen. Brewing a sweet tea. I walked into the room. There was a steady smell of my demise, there was a huge puddle on the couch.

“What am I doing!” - I thought - “This is crazy!”

Reluctantly and lazily, I began to restore order after myself. Already late in the evening I went to bed and with great relief pulled the panties out of the inflamed vagina. All laces were in slime. Looking at them, I threw them to the floor beside the bed.

“I did everything, Pashenka,” I thought with satisfaction, “Everything was done by my good one!”

I fell asleep with a smile.