on his cheeks. Fortunately, the body did not give vomiting urge to splash out, but the joy of this was not enough.

- Guy! I see you do not quite understand who you are now, right? All that you have listed, and even much more, you will do so. Yes Yes. You will also ask to be allowed to do this. And now your Boss wants to just fuck you in the mouth! And I will do it, whether you like it or not. Okay, - suddenly the voice of Anton Palycha has become kinder, - so be it, I will help you. Let's learn slowly at first, okay? Just do not bicker! Shut up, I said! - seeing that Sergei is trying to say something, the man’s eyes flashed with anger. - We will study, or immediately, to the full? Well?

- I ... learn, and only managed to squeeze the captive out of himself.

- That's fine. So, I slowly sink, and you take a breath at this time. - First head. and behind her, and the whole member began to enter smoothly into a mouth twisted with fear. Only when the testicles had rested against his chin did Anton Pavlovich begin to slowly take him back. - Good. You see, it's okay. You can breathe again. So ... dive ... take out ... insert ... take out ... Here. Learn quickly. Now we are speeding up a little ... Inhale-in ... exit-exhale ... Oh-oh ...

Dick faster and faster began to move in Sergey's lonely mouth. Now he literally fucked him in the very throat and froze for a moment inside, when the walls of the larynx convulsively tightened, trying to push the foreign body out.

Natasha gently stroked her husband's buttocks, slightly nudging them with her palms, than Anton Palych delivered even more pleasure. A few minutes later she decided to speak.

- Honey, you just in his mouth now do not stop. Better next time. Cum on face, okay?

- As you say, my love ... Ooooh ... - Anton Pavlovich let out an animal roar, quickly pulled his penis out of his swollen lips and began to violently end up on Sergey’s face, falling, however, all into the same open mouth, which only that he was deprived of "innocence" ...

When the flow of sperm has dried up, the hand roughly raised the captive's lower jaw upward, as if making it clear that all of this should be swallowed.

Sergey was able to do this only by fasting a slap in the face and a strict shout:

- Well! Swallow quickly! - Anton Palych, having seen how Sergey's Kadyk twitched a couple of times, demanded, - Open your mouth! All swallowed? Well done. Now lick my hand on sperm! ... So ... between the fingers of the white left ... Wait, I'll take it off your face. This is also a lick ... Swallow ... Do not close your mouth! - Anton Pavlovich leaned a little and spit relishly right on the tongue. - And swallow it! Like this. Darling, do you have a little saliva for our obedient slave? You're an obedient slave, right? You don't have to do this! - fingers Anton Palycha painfully clenched Sergey’s jaws. Tears sprang to his eyes again. - I can not hear!

- D'Ah. D'Ah. - lips compressed in the form of eight squeezed out from himself a prisoner who had lost all will to resist.

- You know, dear, saliva will be later. And now I want ... well ... in a small way.

- So what's the problem? Come run. At the same time you rinse your mouth to someone ... Yes? Is your mouth probably soiled? Well, nothing, now Mistress will wash you his.

And again they sat down on Sergei's face. And again pussy. Still not quite understanding what they want from him, he just dutifully executed the command to open his mouth wider. And then a powerful jet struck him right in the rubbed throat. Sergey began to swallow a warm liquid quickly, without even realizing at once that Natasha began to urinate in his mouth and what he swallows is ordinary urine ... I guessed about it only when the pressure dried up and the woman shamelessly lifted the last drops on his nose and lips. Only now he was able to feel the characteristic salty taste and smell. "Just do not vomit! - a bullet flashed through his head. - THESE then they will force everything to clean." And at that time the tongue was already wiping wet sponges and hair.

- Oh, can you imagine, he already knows what to do. I didn't even have to talk.

- What, povytiral?

- Yeah. So cool. Well, I would have sat on his mouth, so I need to cook something.

Natasha rose and, throwing on her robe unchanged, left the room.

Anton Pavlovich sat on the sofa at the head of Sergei.

- Well, old man, I hope you already understood everything and put up with it?

- What do you understand? What did you put up with? - Sergey was finally able to sit on the floor more comfortably and straighten his neck stiff from a long lying position.

- In short. While Natasha is preparing dinner, I'll explain something to you. On ALL this week, you are our slave! Sexy in the sense of a slave. Well, that is, you will satisfy all our whims and desires. Keep quiet! This is not even discussed! Point. No need to lie about the fact that you can not miss work or that someone will look for you. Shut up, I say! We know perfectly well that you are on vacation, that you live alone and so on. etc. And the most important confirmation of this is your phone. In the last three hours, he never rang, that is? - right, no one was looking for you. But if he rings ... well, then we will decide something. And before that time, you have to hack on your nose-EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING that you will be ordered-you will do! Either himself, and then there will be a relaxation, or it will be necessary to apply methods of influence. Do you know how many? Yy, do-fi-ga. And anyway, anyway, you do what we want. Do you understand? So my advice to you is better by yourself. Here guessed to lick Natasha-please, say what you want? Except ... stop! In addition, so that they let you go and still don’t ask to return the clothes, without it you won’t even try to escape. Then, after some time, I personally will pick you up a couple of belongings ... from Natasha’s wardrobe, but for now, I'm sorry, you will be naked. So what do you want now? Only real.

- To smoke.

- This is a man! Respect! Now. - Anton Palych took out a pack of cigarettes, a lighter from his jacket pocket. Then he pointed to the ashtray. - Kuri. Deserved. - and then, as if having realized it, - Oh, and are you still in handcuffs? I'm sorry. brother, forgot ... Where is the key? You did not see? Not? It can be seen again lost somewhere, or Natasha took it. Then ask, yes? Well, well, do not be upset. Let's know how to do it? I'll smoke now, and you give me eggs at this time. If you try hard, I'll leave you a couple of puffs. Agreed? Come on, proceed.

Anton Pavlovich lit a cigarette and spread his legs wide apart.

- What are we waiting for!? Work! Or do you not like something?

Such a sudden change of mood shocked Sergei. He was already not thinking anything, he quickly stuck his head between the hairy thighs and began to lick the two dangling balls hidden in a hairy scrotum. The member, being in a relaxed state, lay right on Sergey's nose, from time to time falling down. Then the tongue touched the shriveled head. Anton Palych especially liked this. Then he specifically laid his dick in the hollow between the testicles and the thigh.

- Zalupu also lick. Together with the eggs ... That's right, like this ...

The Boss himself, sprawling freely, sat on the sofa and blew smoke at the ceiling. In order not to reach for the table, he knocked the ashes straight onto his head, rhythmically moving between his legs, not caring at all how his BRA felt about it. Anton Palych liked it) “- the man thought, feeling his dick begin to rise again.

- Oh, sorry, I almost forgot. On, drag on a couple of times and extinguish in the ashtray. - Anton Palych held out a small cigarette-cup to Sergei, who had broken away from his eggs. - Oh, the handcuffs! Ugh, you completely forgot. Okay, I'll put it out myself. - He crushed the cigarette butt in the ashtray with force. - Nothing, old man, then you smoke, right? Natasha, are you there soon? - shouted towards the kitchen.

“Two minutes, dear.”

- Okay ... then. - Anton Pavlovich with regret nodded at his fallen member, turning to Sergei. - I wanted you to suck HIS again, but you have to postpone it after lunch. It will be for you the type of dessert. Lick off the head! Quickly, until the floor fell. Otherwise, then you will lick from the floor.

Sergey quickly bent down and licked a salty drop of grease, which was about to fall from the hole on the open head.

- ABOUT! Look, you found the key. He was in my pocket was. Let me take your handcuffs off. Like this. - Sergey began to rub the red stripes on his wrists. - Come on, go to the bathroom, wash your face and mouth water. Yes, and at the same time you can cope with natural needs so that you do not ask later. Well! Running march. And I will see.

Sergey quickly got up and went to the bathroom. On the threshold they missed Natasha, who brought a tray of food into the room.

- Where are you going?

- Let her wash. Look on the cheeks sperm is already withered. Yes, and rinse your mouth at the same time. - I answered for Sergey Anton Palych.

- Ah, then of course. Just come on quick. Tosh, will you control?

- Of course, dear.

In the toilet, when Sergey had already opened the water and wanted to scoop it in the palm of his hand, he was stopped by a shout:

- Wait! Stand on your knees. I say, kneel down! Here it is. Open your mouth! Well!

When this team was executed, Anton Pavlovich put a flaccid member in Sergey’s mouth and began to urinate, while at the same time clutching his ears with his hands.

- Oh, buzz ... Now piss, so that nothing remains in the trunk ... That's it ... Ok. You can wash.

After Sergei washed his hands with soap and water, he was told to extrude some toothpaste onto his finger and to wipe his teeth and mouth well.

- Tosh! - Natasha’s voice came from the living room, - Did you remember the collar?

- Oh yes. Here is sclerosis! - Anton Pavlovich pulled out of the bedside table under the sink an ordinary dog ​​collar which had a special ring for the chain. From the nightstand, this very meter-and-a-half meter and a half appeared, very thin, but nevertheless rather strong. - Well, ka got on his knees! Do not turn around!

“Maybe not over ...” a ringing slap cut off Sergei in mid-sentence.

- Shut up! He will command. I know better what is needed and what is not.

With these words, the collar is tight around the throat of Sergey. Anton Palych put his hand under the strap.

- So. It is necessary to weaken a bit ... Here, now it's normal. Chain ... So ... And the retainer ... This is so that you yourself, without a special key, could not remove it. - Explained Boss and commanded, Well, yapping! Well, bark, for fun. Well, I beg you. Or do you want to quarrel?

Sergey quietly zagavkal.

- Ay well done. Well, now, lunch. Running! Or whatever it is about you, the dog? ... In general, I crawled into the room! From the knees do not get up! - Seeing that Sergey is going to rise, he pulled his leash Anton Palych.

- What have you been so long? - Offended Natasha spoke when they entered the Master room first, and at his feet Slave in a collar and on all fours. - Let's dine faster, but then I can not wait to rub my letters about the tongue of our dog ...

While writing the third part of the story, I would like to know the opinions of readers. Maybe you should not continue? Or something to fix or add?