Horny teacher. Part 2 ⇐ General

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...Tomorrow has come. It’s not that I was afraid of our “dear leader” (that’s what the boss was called behind his back when he was drunk), but I didn’t know what to expect from him. The fact that I was fucking at work shouldn’t have turned him on like that. He repeatedly used my female colleagues in the same way and for some reason was not indignant about this. By ten I didn’t get on the boss’s carpet. No, I was not late, I arrived five minutes before the appointed time. But... — Nikolai Andreevich is busy. “He has a visitor,” said the secretary. I was on good terms with her predecessor. But she quit along with the previous director. I couldn’t find the key to our boss’s current keeper. I made a couple of attempts, but ran into a wall and thought it wise to leave it alone. For half an hour, or maybe all of forty minutes, the door to the boss’s office was closed. There was a moment when I got up and was about to leave. But no. Will wait. All I could do was sit and wait, wait and be nervous. This is how the situation developed. What, you think psychologists shouldn’t worry? No matter how it is! Finally, the door deigned to let the mysterious visitor out of the office. He turned out to be a man in his late fifties. A nice gray suit, white shirt, tie to match the suit. He made an impression. Stopping in the doorway, he kept his gaze on me, as if wanting to say something. But he didn’t say anything, he just shook his head, which seemed very strange to me. And he left... “Come in, Veronika Pavlovna,” the director invited me. She came in and said hello. She sat down on a chair when she heard the invitation. The director sat with his face buried in papers. The silence lasted for two or three minutes. - Holds a pause. Makes me nervous, I thought, looking at my superiors. But the “boss” deigned to look away from important matters and looked at me. “Do you know who left the office just now?” Nikolai Andreevich asked his first question. - No, I don’t know. - Krasnov. Krasnov Evgeniy Nikolaevich. - I don’t know that. - But in vain. This is the father of your student intern. What's his name, Philip, it seems... I felt a sharp chill in the pit of my stomach, but I tried not to show it. - And what does he need, Krasnov Jr.’s daddy? — I don’t even know how to present this to you more delicately. Although what the hell kind of delicacy is appropriate here! - the boss suddenly exploded. - The day before yesterday your trainee came home very drunk. - And you think it was me who got him drunk? - No, I don’t think so. So, dad, naturally, was indignant and began the “educational process.” What can the parents say in such cases: the milk on the lips has not dried, he is still too young to get so drunk... To which the son began to talk nonsense about how he would stop taking care of him, that he was already an adult, that he already had a woman. My father said something skeptical about this. The guy jumped up. He got up, found a photo on his smartphone and showed it to his father. - Look, dad! You see, you know! That's me there...You still think of me as a boy! And I... Nikolai Andreevich paused and looked meaningfully into my eyes. As a psychologist, I often conduct trainings that help maintain self-control in critical situations. At that moment I wanted something similar to happen to me. I felt in my bones that this was somehow connected with me. Did this young scoundrel really take a photo then? It seemed to me then that he was only joking... ...It turned out he wasn't joking. The boss handed me his phone. That's right, the guy wasn't joking. A broadly smiling Filka was looking at me from the screen. I was lying next to him. I didn’t look into the lens, my eyes were half-closed. Naturally, no hint of clothing, a complete negligee. He still took those pictures. Abnormal! - So what should we do about it now? Maybe we'll send it to Playboy? Let’s become famous and get a fee!” the boss mocked. - Nikolai Andreevich, - but he is an adult. What kind of sedition is there? “Are you out of your mind!?” the director shouted without holding back. An alarmed secretary poked her nose into the door. - Close the door! And the door obediently closed. The chef took a breath, poured water into a glass and wanted to drink it. But suddenly he came to his senses. Apparently I realized that I needed water more... “Drink,” he suggested in a calm voice. I drank, surprised that my teeth did not knock on the glass of the vessel. Self-control began to slowly return to me. “What does this Krasnov want?” I asked almost calmly. “My blood?” - He doesn't want publicity. But he asks you to punish you somehow... “Moron,” I whispered quietly, hoping that the boss wouldn’t hear. What is it... “Idiot, not an idiot, it’s not for us to judge,” responded Nikolai Andreevich. “But I must react as a leader.” Otherwise, he may get angry and make a mess. The press will be involved. The fame will be so great that you will have to run to the ends of the world. Yes, you’ve done a lot of things, Veronica... - he switched to “you”. - What should we do? - I think so. You need to be isolated from this student fraternity. You shouldn't contact them. - What about practice? -You need to go on vacation. - So I gave him a break in the summer. — Take “for health reasons.” For a month. Get out of town. Not an eyesore. - Do you think we can’t do without this? - There’s nothing to think about here! Leave. - Where? - Come on, Nika! Now is the velvet season. The most relish! “Okay,” I submitted and got up from the chair. — You will write an application for leave from the secretary. And make sure I don’t see you here sooner than in a month. Sazonova will replace you during this time. Let's get her out of retirement paradise! Let him knead the old bones. That's it, go and improve your health... In the evening, I didn’t dare tell my husband that I was going on an extraordinary vacation. “Tomorrow I’ll thoroughly think through the situation, and then we’ll talk,” I decided to postpone the conversation until tomorrow. The next day, yesterday’s situation almost repeated itself; I again wanted to postpone the issue of vacation. But I still overcame myself and spoke. - Volodya, I’m on vacation again. - What? - the husband asked, looking up from his laptop. “I’m on vacation again,” I repeated, slightly irritated. - Why would that be? Don’t tell him how things really are, that his wife might be involved in a sex scandal! Therefore, a different version is needed. — Yes, Sazonova, well, the one who was a psychologist before me, had some problems with her pension. She is a month or two short of a full year of experience. So she asked the boss to let her work this month. Well, I'm on vacation... “On vacation, then on vacation,” the husband summed up cheerfully. “What do you think you should do?” “I don’t know yet,” I answered sluggishly. — You have a friend at a travel agency, Alla, it seems. - Alina. - Call her. And don’t delay, call right now. — It’s already late, the working day is over. - So what? She already knows what and how. Call Nika, don't be stupid! It's good that I called. A talkative friend did not let me open my mouth for a long time, she kept pouring in news. In the end, I somehow managed to interrupt her monologue and state the essence of my request. - You are very lucky, friend. There is a burning one. Do you want Volodka? - No, he can't. — But the trip is for a family of two. Double room. But it's last minute, at a discount. Two weeks. “Where is the ticket?” I asked. “Didn’t I say that?” Alina was surprised. - W... - And how much will it cost? Alina named the amount. I conveyed the information to my husband. He thought for a moment, wrinkling his brow. — A little expensive, but nothing. Go. Why sit in the city! What, a week? - Two. - Well, okay. Take a break from the hustle and bustle. You'll lie on the beach. You're not new to diving, are you? There is a goldmine for this business! Bring me a souvenir from there... The next day flew by in a flash. How much have I managed to do? And I filled out the documents and went through the boutiques. A couple of new swimsuits wouldn't hurt me. And a new dress wouldn’t be out of place. In the evening I packed my suitcase. I won’t tell you how much mental and physical torment it cost me... I pulled myself together. I'm flying tomorrow. To the south. Far south. To the places of ancient civilizations... ...I checked into the hotel only in the evening. I was incredibly tired during the day. The flight, the taxi ride, the heat was incredible... I had dinner and didn’t want to go anywhere. She lay around for a bit and fell asleep. Considering my early bedtime, I woke up before dawn; it was not yet six. I got dressed, walked around the hotel, and looked around. I wanted to see the beach. It turned out to be not that far, about five minutes walk. Despite the early morning, the beach was not empty. Some were swimming, some were sunbathing. Fortunately, the sun had not yet bothered us like during the day. It’s a pity I didn’t take a swimsuit, otherwise I would have joined...I was able to catch up right after breakfast. Unlike many of my compatriots, who were kept at the restaurant for a long time by the buffet, I limited myself to the necessary minimum. Half an hour later I was on the beach. Everything your heart desires: sun loungers, umbrellas, towels, a small bar... The first day passed without incident. By adventure I mean dating. Women were not interested in me. Walking along the beach, I noticed men staring at me. The “homeless”, that is, those who arrived without wives, shamelessly stared at my breasts, barely covered by a miniature bra. And my panties couldn’t hide much. Those men who were less fortunate, and next to them were their beloved ones, cast sidelong glances. There weren’t that many single women like me; at least half of them were no longer even Balzac’s age. So, although I’m not Karlie Kloss, I didn’t go unnoticed. The second day turned out to be more eventful with interesting events. I took a swim once again and lay down reading a book. My eyes seem to be running over the text, but with my peripheral vision I capture what is happening next to me. The kids were playing with the ball and I see how, after an unsuccessful throw, the ball flies straight at me. I managed to beat it off with my hand. The children laughed merrily. I see an elderly lady coming towards me. After apologizing, she asked what I was reading. I named the author. “Clifford Simak?” the lady was surprised. “Probably someone new?” I haven't heard of anything like this. - The new guy is not about him. What I am reading was published back in 1968. The lady was a little upset by her ignorance and, as revenge, she decided to ignore me. I confess, but they still managed to take me by surprise. I decided to rest my eyes for a while; reading while lying down turned out to be not very comfortable. I’m relaxed and actively absorbing the morning ultraviolet light. I didn’t notice how or when he approached. I felt that the warmth from the sun seemed to decrease. I open my eyes and see that a certain subject in the form of a middle-aged man has appeared between me and the sun. The subject stands and looks at me, and looks at me like an entomologist looks at a beetle. I shivered slightly. He is silent. - Do you want to tell me something? “Rather, to protect you from prying eyes,” the man said in a low voice, I would even say very low. “Yeah, he speaks Russian, which means he’s a compatriot, at least,” she thought, and out loud she expressed bewilderment. - I didn’t understand you, sorry. — You can't sunbathe topless here. And as I see, you have a small problem with this. I glanced down at my torso and found that my bra had suspended its activity. Narrow strips of beautiful fabric, which already barely covered my nipples, slid off my breasts and my “girls” appeared for everyone to see. - Oh! - I quickly reacted and just as quickly hid my beauties. - Thank you! You helped me not to become a fallen woman! How can I thank you? “It will cost you a lot,” the stranger answered smiling. - You scare me... “Igor,” my interlocutor suggested. - And I’m Veronica, Nika... We spent the rest of the day, until lunch, together, Igor and I. We sunbathed and swam for a while. Jet skiing! It was something. Breathtaking speed, sharp turns. I had more adrenaline that day than I had all of last year. It began to seem to me that we had known each other for a very long time. There were many things that impressed me about Igor: he didn’t stare at my not-so-hidden “charms,” didn’t try to squeeze me, didn’t tell me obscene jokes. His heavy bass literally bewitched, hypnotized, or something. When it became too hot, we went to the hotel... I have a double room, the second place was also purchased. That's a plus. We drank a little. Alcohol here turned out to be quite expensive. Listening to Igor, I kept catching myself thinking that his voice was somewhat similar to the voice of a shaman from ancient Siberia. True, my acquaintance with the shamans of Siberia was by correspondence, from films, but Igor was sitting next to me, quite real. And I decided to share my impressions with him. He laughed in response. “You won’t believe it, but my friends call me that: Shaman.” - Shaman! No, I don't want to call you that. It's creepy... - Igorek, who are you in life? - And again you won’t believe me! I am a scientist. “I believe,” I nodded my head earnestly, although I didn’t really believe. “Yes,” Igor continued. -Moreover, I am a candidate of sciences. - Which ones exactly? - Medical. - Let me guess! You are a neurosurgeon. No? - I'm afraid to disappoint you, Veronica, but no. - So who are you, oh mysterious stranger!? Admit it, I started to indulge. “Proctologist,” the Shaman answered briefly and sharply. - This is the one that... - He's the one! What, disappointed? Well, sorry if so. I can't help you. But I had already mastered myself and answered as lightheartedly as possible. - And what difference does it make which intestine is cut? “Reasonable,” Igor praised and immediately added. - Maybe we shouldn’t talk about work?... .... How correctly Igor behaved during the day. A true gentleman! And how passionate he turned out to be in bed. No, he did not utter enthusiastic cries, did not lavish sweet praises... He generally spoke little, but succinctly. A few words about my figure, and I’m overjoyed. A compliment about my breasts and these are not just words, this is significant praise from an experienced man. The touches of the Shaman, a professional man who thoroughly knew the woman’s body, were incomparable to anything. Until now, no man has been able to turn me on like this. Although why should we be surprised, he’s a doctor, who better than him can do it. I received praise for my shaved pussy. I can't stand these bastards. Most people come to my appointments without bothering to shave their private parts. But this is not only external aesthetics, but also a source of smell. Not Chanel at all... Igor's dick simply amazed me. No, not in size, although it was rather large. Its shape was surprising. So far I have come across either straight or slightly curved ones. This one was like a scimitar, even stronger. “I wonder how this affects his business qualities?” an absurd thought flashed through his mind. Very soon I became convinced that my doubts were in vain. This shape enhanced my sensations. While inside me, he seemed thicker than he actually was. And in sex, the Shaman remained true to himself: just as carefree, just as thorough. There were no frantic frictions that made the penis pop out every now and then, as sometimes happened to me. He didn’t rub his dick in my face, hinting at oral contact. No, it was I myself who passionately desired to feel the “taste” of such a handsome man. That evening I was absolutely shameless. But it wasn't vulgar, I'm absolutely sure of that. It's simple, the Shaman did not tolerate vulgarity, he would not allow it. “Girl, you know, you have a wonderful sphincter, I would even say unique,” ​​Igor said quietly, examining my rectum with his finger. Professional to the core. Even here he could not pass by the anus without examining it. Yes, you have a cool ring clasp there: strong but very elastic. These are rare. “Who cares what kind of ass I have!” I laughed, thinking that I had made a good pun. But the shaman thought differently. - No need for vulgarities. It doesn't suit you. As for the “difference,” as you would like to put it, there is one. Your chances of injuring your anus are simply slim. “Injure with what?” I decided to pretend to be a fool, although I understood what was going on. - Well, there are different situations. Like now, for example... - What now? - And now, Nika, we’ll take care of your butt! “I couldn’t even think that a proctologist would fuck me.” You know, Igor, you came up with a great idea. First anal contact, the lady is worried that something will happen! But I'm not afraid. I will be deprived of my anal virginity by an anal specialist! - Nika, stop chattering, otherwise I’ll get tired of it! But some kind of wild inspiration came over me and I continued to indulge. — I would advise all women who want to experience the joy of anal intercourse for the first time to do it in the presence of a proctologist. Or no, it’s better for him to do it himself! If anything goes wrong, he will help right away. The shaman no longer tried to stop my verbal flow. He dipped his finger into a cup of thick cream and lubricated my anus with it, and then his penis. Moreover, he used so much cream on his penis that I wanted to lick off the excess. And I licked it.... Then the Shaman licked the cream from my pussy. Even though he is a specialist in anal matters, he also did cunnilingus excellently... And my ass had to be lubricated with cream again. But the proctologist didn’t lie. No breakups for you, even if it’s the first time! No matter the ruptures, I didn’t even feel any pain. So, unusual sensations at the very beginning, nothing more. But something happened that I didn’t expect at all. I thought that only a man could get pleasure in this way, but this turned out not to be the case. I suddenly felt as if someone was massaging my uterus from the side. Previously, I felt that the penis was pressing on the cervix, but then they fucked me in the vagina. Now Igorek has found a new way to my uterus, through my butt! Truly, all roads lead... Of course, you won’t believe me, but while being fucked in the ass, I experienced an orgasm. Hey Shaman! Apparently this was due to the fact that my partner knew the anatomy of a woman well. He knew well how to get to the secret places of a woman, even through the butt... Yes, if all men had such knowledge, there would be no price for it! P.S. Igor flew home a week later. I wanted to rest alone for the rest of my vacation. I didn’t want to spoil the impression of the week we spent with the Shaman. But vacationing alone didn’t work out for me. I couldn't get privacy...