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 You need to register to see the link. 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...