Guests from France

After mobilization from the army, I began working as a personal security driver for my aunt Veronika Rostislavovna, the general director of a company selling Western perfumes. She was a real businesswoman: businesslike, sharp, as they say, “a horse with balls, not a woman.” In the first place she had a business, which she was engaged in from morning to evening. She had no family, no children, and she didn’t have normal friends either, I already knew that. She was presentable and attractive in appearance, and her age, 37 years old, spoke of her active position in life. However, during the few months that I worked for her, I never once noticed signs of femininity, especially

in relations with subordinates, with whom Veronica, as we called her behind our backs, was strict. I was no exception. She treated her driver coldly in a business-like manner and kept me at the usual distance, like everyone else. I believed that this was necessary for business and did not interfere with familiarity, despite close family relationships.

That evening, I drove my boss from the bank, where she was holding some serious negotiations, to a restaurant. Sitting in the car, Veronika Rostislavovna showed obvious excitement. Her eyes sparkled, she impatiently tapped her nails on her purse, smoked quickly, often talking on the phone. In fact, I tried not to delve into my boss’s conversations, professing the principle: “what I don’t know won’t hurt me.” However, it is difficult not to hear what is being said out loud nearby. From telephone conversations, it became clear that Veronica received a large loan from the bank, and intends to conclude a solid deal this evening for the supply of a batch of elite French cosmetics to the country. Preliminary negotiations have been held, all that remains is to agree on the formalities and finally shake hands.

— Wait for me near the restaurant,” said Veronika Rostislavovna. — I'll be back in a few hours. We may have to take our French partners around the city. In any case, there was talk about the cultural program. In the meantime, get the car in order.

I went to the car wash and cleaned the interior of our “swallow” - “Audi-6”, after which I prepared for a long wait near the restaurant. However, the wait was short - less than two hours. My aunt came out of the door of the Astoria with two middle-aged blondes. All three were a little tipsy, one of the French women spoke Russian well, the second was actively studying our language, so the women chatted a lot, laughed, correcting each other, pronouncing complex words several times. Judging by the friendly atmosphere, the deal was a success to mutual satisfaction.

— Andrey,” said Veronica, “our guests want to see St. Petersburg at night, let’s show them our city.”

I nodded and circled around the center: Isaac, Kazansky, Dvortsovaya, Senateskaya - in general, the route was quite standard. Women came out to the monuments and took pictures. A bottle of good cognac appeared from somewhere, and the businesswomen continued to celebrate their commercial success in the car. By one o'clock in the morning they were well under the influence. The French women, laughing contagiously, began to whisper with Veronica, asking where the red light district was in our city, where they could continue their vacation. They were clearly upset to learn that such neighborhoods had not yet been formed in Russia, but my boss assured them that the whole range of pleasures for the soul and body was present in St. Petersburg. Veronica began calling elite establishments, however, judging by the conversation, the French women insisted on a homely environment. Veronika Rostislavovna invited foreign women to her home and picked up the phone again, wondering how many men she needed to order for an “escort.” But that night fate had a surprise in store for me. One of the French women, Irene, the one who babbled worse in Russian, smiling slyly and nodding her head at me, said:

- Maybe Andre will join our company?

— We have company…” Veronica automatically corrected her with doubt in her voice. — Actually, Andrey is my subordinate at work, but if you like him, I won’t be able to refuse our best business partners.

While I was wondering what kind of company the guests would have to keep, and wondering how much I could drink so that tomorrow I could get behind the wheel without any problems, the car drove up to the “Stalinist house” on Moskovsky Avenue, where Veronica lived. The women went up to the apartment, and I drove the car into the underground garage and headed to my boss’s house, where, to be honest, I had never been before. The door to the apartment was unlocked. In the hallway I found a pile of three pairs of fashionable shoes and marveled at the actions of Veronica Rostislavovna, who was a model of neatness among the company’s employees. But an even greater surprise befell me in the hall, where I entered, taking off my shoes and putting on guest slippers. On the wide sofa I saw another pile, this time of three kissing female bodies, intertwined in a very bizarre way. So Marie, knocking Veronica over on the bed, sitting next to her, kissed her knees, and, lifting the hem, rose higher. The second French woman, Irene, caressed my boss's mouth with her tongue from behind Veronica's head. With one hand, Irene groped Veronica's breasts under her business blouse. Irene's other hand was rubbing her fellow tribesman's crotch. The women did not notice my appearance and continued their manipulations. Veronica responded to Irene’s caresses and held her head with both hands, catching her tongue with her tongue. Marie buried her nose in Veronica Rostislavovna’s crotch and began to kiss the pubic area covered with panties and the body around the narrow strip of fabric. At this time, my boss’s eyes caught movement in the room, she saw me and stood up, moving away from her “business partners.”

— Andryusha,” she said, smiling, “go to the bathroom, fill the jacuzzi, and we’ll now...

The French women smiled slyly, straightening their clothes. There was not even a shadow of embarrassment on their faces. They looked at me encouragingly and promisingly, nodding their heads in agreement. I realized that my role in this company was destined for a slightly different role than I had expected. I became interested, the night promised to be fun. The presence in such a company of a strict boss - my own aunt - added a special piquancy.

I went into the bathroom and realized that my aunt is not only wealthy, but also loves life in all its manifestations, not denying herself little weaknesses. The Jacuzzi was impressive. If necessary, five people could sit in this bathtub with many hydromassage taps. Three or four should have felt completely comfortable. I started running water into the bath, wondering if I might undress and wait for my “business friends” right in the jacuzzi. The thought was tempting, but unlike them, I was still completely sober. The relationship that had developed between me and Veronica made itself felt, I didn’t want to see her dissatisfied look on me - they paid me quite well, and just like that, right away, it was not easy to cross the line of relations of subordination and close kinship. The water was rising quickly. I froze in indecision. Suddenly the door behind me opened. I decided to pretend that I didn’t hear the creaking due to the sound of the water and stood looking at the stream of water. Two gentle palms lay over my eyes from behind. I wanted to turn my head, but the same palms firmly held my head so that I looked only straight ahead. I realized that a game like “guess who I am” was being imposed on me, I obeyed and accepted the conditions. The lights turned off, as if to complicate my task. It was not completely dark - the light came through the doorway, however, due to the fact that it was far enough away, I could not see the woman. One thing was clear—while she was alone.

The woman ruffled my short hair and rubbed my neck. His right hand slipped under his armpit and slowly unbuttoned the skirts of his jacket. Then the same hand caressed my chest and stomach through my shirt, as if warming me up. Suddenly the hand jumped back, the palms grabbed the shoulders of the jacket, took it off and threw it far to the side. Next came the tie, the knot of which was loosened by an experienced hand. The palms began to wander over my back, shoulders, and lower back, little by little bringing me into a state of mild excitement. The turn of the shirt came, the buttons of which were released easily and naturally, as if the mistress of her tender palms had been unbuttoning men’s shirts from the back and in the dark all her life. This is an interesting moment. His right hand undid the buckle of his trouser belt, released it and pulled the zipper of his fly. After this, the tails of the shirt were pulled out of the trousers, and the shirt repeated the fate of the jacket. In principle, it was possible to undress me faster and more efficiently, but it seemed that the process itself gave pleasure to the performer, and I was in no hurry, surrendering to the power of hands who knew their job. Meanwhile, her hands untied the laces, loosened the tightness of the boots from which I had stepped out, lowered my trousers, and helped me free myself from this part of the wardrobe. I wanted to bend down and take off my socks, but this operation was also done for me. I didn’t recognize T-shirts and T-shirts under my shirt, so I ended up in just boxer trunks. The undressing stopped. The caresses began. Their palms wandered over me, stroking and kneading my body, as if before a sports competition. Soon the caresses moved downwards, and I realized that my seductress had dropped to her knees. Her hands slid onto my knees, moved up... and stroked first the testicles under my panties, and then my penis, which had already assumed a vertical position. The panties did not stay on me for long, as they were clearly in the way. And now I, already completely naked, feel palms caressing my genitals. The woman moved to the side. With one hand from behind, through the crotch, she fingered my testicles, supporting them from below. To make it more comfortable for her, I had to spread my legs wider. With her second hand, the seductress rubbed my penis from the base to the head, grabbed the shaft with her fist and began moving up and down, then exposing and then again covering the head with skin. The rhythm of her movements was leisurely, gentle, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Then the woman left her testicles and moved on her knees, taking a position directly in front of me. I didn’t dare lower my head to see the one who gave me such pleasure. What was the difference in principle? Moreover, having looked into the eyes of the seductress, I could well have interrupted the game.

My testicles felt a gentle but powerful tongue. Its wet tip either tickled the balls or licked the entire scrotum from bottom to top. Sometimes their lips touched me, and then they slightly pulled pieces of my body into their mouths, never ceasing to caress them with their tongue. Suddenly there was a pause: the palms and tongue disappeared “from their places.” I was worried because I wanted to continue. But the sequel turned out to be better than expected. My head was engulfed by wet, hard lips and my penis began to rhythmically plunge into the woman’s head being put on it. The blowjob was great. The penis wandered tightly behind the cheeks, it was licked with the tongue and sucked. In between, the tongue moved down and did not forget to pay attention to the testicles, as if not wanting to offend them either. I began to rock my hips, catching the rhythm of the blowjob as the cock entered my beautiful mouth. The owner of this mouth understood my movements in her own way and began to plunge my shaft deeply. It seemed to me that he was rubbing the roof of his mouth, going down the throat, and the lips of the seductress were compressed at the base of the penis. This was probably the case - the average size of my dignity allowed experienced lips to take it completely. However, my sexual experience suggested: whenever I tried to achieve such actions from women, they usually either could not cope with breathing, or were squeamish about plunging a penis into their throats, choked, and, as a result, quickly ended with this. I tensed and expected to hear familiar sounds. However, this was not the case. The member entered the throat rhythmically and to its full depth. I handed it forward, no longer fearing for my partner. My thrusts became more and more energetic, but did not cause negative results. And for the first time in my life I understood what it meant to have a woman in my mouth for real. Emotions overwhelmed me, excitement grew. The woman grabbed my hips with her hands, slightly adjusting the rhythm, and it seemed to me that I could easily come by bringing myself to orgasm like this, orally.

During the game, however, I was distracted and still tried to guess who was kneeling in front of me. Aunt Veronica? Well, no, it’s unlikely. Yes, I learned a lot of new and interesting things about Veronica’s morals that night. However, I was her close relative. And, secondly, where is the guarantee that her behavior is based on sexual interest, and not on economic one? For the sake of a deal worth a round sum, one could pretend to be a bisexual, since such partners had already come across. But in this case it is not at all necessary to commit incest. I soon realized: all the time while gentle hands were caressing and undressing me, my nose was teased by the scent of perfume. Veronica, despite the fact that she sold perfumes, did not like perfumes, and even did not tolerate air flavorings in the car.

— I prefer the interior to smell like leather, or at least a slight smell of gasoline,” she said.

Well, our car didn’t smell like gasoline, it wasn’t the right class. Therefore, after hesitating, I dismissed Veronica. Who is Marie or Irene? Both looked at me like a cat at sour cream. And both seemed to be bisexual. Rather, it was Irene, she seemed to me more spontaneous and capable of this. Distracted thoughts helped me cope with sexual arousal and delay orgasm.

But my pleasure suddenly ended. In a fit of passion, I turned my head and saw Veronica kneeling in front of me in the side mirror. Her eyes met mine and the blowjob ended. Laughter was heard from behind. It turns out both French women stood in front of the doorway all this time, kissing and rubbing each other’s crotches with their fingers. The switch clicked - Irene laughed loudly:

- Who? Who were you thinking?

— I thought it was you, that is, you,” I answered her honestly, “a French perfume, similar to yours.”

- Ha ha, that’s how men are. Change perfume and you can scare a woman.

— Confuse,” Marie corrected her.

Veronica, still dressed, stood up, and also smiling, said:

- We bet that you won’t recognize me until you see my face. And Irene shared her perfume.

— Yes, I didn’t recognize it...,” I admitted, “what were they arguing about?”

— If she wins,” said Marie, “then we will not be guests, but she will be the queen of this evening.”

- What do you mean - queen? - I was surprised.

- Well, the queen: set the tone, give commands that must be followed.

- Are these the rules? — I was surprised again.

- No, this is a game, because it’s always more interesting if everyone plays their role, and someone leads the game, as Marie explained to me as a little one.

Yes, it was probably more interesting that way. But what kind of experience is needed to know a subject so deeply! Meanwhile, Veronica was getting into character.

- Boys and girls, today is French day - so for now, only oral sex. I have already lightly caressed Andrey, now he will soap and wash you, and then fulfill all your oral sexual fantasies. Please take a bath, honey and monsieur.

I stepped into warm water. The French women hurried after me, taking off their clothes and throwing them on the floor. Both happily climbed into the jacuzzi, began pouring water over each other and caressing each other with wet hands. They know what to do! But I was also aware of this trick. Kneeling behind them, I took a piece of fragrant soap and began to caress Irene’s back and thighs, for whom I felt great inner sympathy. In fact, caressing with soap, with soapy hands sliding over the body, is good. I myself loved to do this, and to receive such affection from women. Now I had to do this at a high international level, and also try not to disgrace the country with sexual incivility. The French women were already “warmed up”, so

Irene immediately began to respond. She gracefully moved her body towards my hands, raised her butt so that I could stroke it too, and soon she began to moan - quietly and breathily. I gently kneaded the businesswoman’s shoulders, stroked her back, pressed her waist, and squeezed the skin of her buttocks. The girl raised her butt completely, knelt down and rested her hands on the bottom of the bathtub. I soaped my hands again and grabbed my chest from below, small but elastic. With one left hand, I caressed the chest and stomach, while the other rubbed Irene’s buttocks, who twisted her ass, catching my right hand with her intergluteal cavity. The soapy hand easily slid between the Frenchwoman's legs. I began to rub the girl’s pubis and crotch. I didn’t want to irritate her delicate skin with soap, so I rinsed my palm and spread the cherished fold with my fingers. The fingers found a comfortable position and began to rub the girl’s small lips and clitoris. I didn't have time to get carried away. The other ass, less soft but no less attractive, nudged my thigh impatiently. Seeing that one of my hands was occupied, Marie obediently knelt down on her hands and knees, put the soap on her back and stood waiting. We didn't have to wait long. Я помылил руку и начал ласкать тело второй француженки, не слишком балуя себя разнообразием движений. Вскоре обе гостьи из Франции стояли рядом друг с другом, представив моему взгляду свои округлые формы. Они ритмично покачивались, каждая промежностью на одной из моих ладоней. Я почувствовал себя удачливым рыбаком и решил поймать девушек окончательно: большими пальцами я вошёл в их вагины, продолжая потирать клиторы внутренним ребром ладони, переходящим в указательный палец. Девушки закачались энергичнее, видно было, что они заводятся всё больше и больше. Игра нравилась мне. Однако я вдруг вспомнил, что на работе и, повернув голову, посмотрел на Веронику Ростиславовну. Такой я её ещё не видел. С одной стороны, её прежний, серьёзный взгляд говорил: «клиент всегда прав, продолжай работать с прилежанием». С другой стороны, её строгое, рациональное отношение к работе отошло на второй план: ноздри расширились, в глазах появился не замечаемый ранее огонь. Моя тётушка, сидя голая на краю джакузи, жадно впитывала увиденное и слегка двигала крепко сжатыми бёдрами, словно перетирая их внутренними поверхностями зерно. Видя напряжение её ног и бёдер, я подумал, что мука посыплется уже скоро — не пройдёт и пяти минут. Вероника кивнула мне головой и негромко скомандовала:

— В спальню…

Я загнул вверх большие пальцы и начал вращать ими во влагалищах. Ирэн охнула. Мари повернула голову и вопросительно посмотрела на меня.

— Пойдёмте в спальню, — сказал я ей.

Встав и взяв с вешалки несколько больших полотенец, я повесил их на плечи, приобнял поднявшихся девушек и пересёк с ними коридор, войдя в просторную спальню. Вероника прошла впереди, скинула покрывало с широкой кровати, откинула на спинку одеяло и жестом пригласила нас занять «спальный аэродром». Кровать и вправду была широка и удобна. Ранее мне доводилось заниматься сексом сразу с двумя женщинами, и, честно говоря, то, что было, не понравилось. Одна из них всегда оказывалось лишней, обделённой вниманием, мешала мне и процессу, делала неуклюжие и лишние вещи. Что ждало меня с француженками? Всё оказалось немного не так, как с нашими девушками. Француженки быстро, но без спешки обтёрли друг друга полотенцами, не забывая о ласках. Их бисексуальность, опыт и готовность, как говорят у нас «работать в команде», бросали в глаза. Роли угадывались интуитивно. Ирэн уже лежала на спине, готовая к моим ласкам — Мари поняла, что я захочу начать с неё, и ничуть не ревновала. Я приступил к телу Ирэн, а Мари ещё продолжала вытирать ей ступни ног. Мои руки и язык начали блуждать по француженке. Глаза же спустились ниже, где поймали движение — вторая гостья брала в рот и посасывала пальцы ног своей подруги, щекоча их языком. Я внутренне сразу успокоился — мне не только не будут мешать, но и помогут! Воодушевлённый, я ринулся вперёд, желая не посрамить Россию. Но Ирэн, похоже, уже не видела во мне иноплеменника, а только мужчину. Она легко прихватила мои волосы на затылке и направила голову к своему паху. Я поддался, опустился, и, следуя правилам игры, направил язык туда, куда при другой ситуации, постарался бы попасть членом, бывшим ныне пока не у дел.

Куннилингус я любил. Причём не сколько сам процесс, сколько побочные результаты. Во-первых, во время таких ласк я здорово заводился сам: зрелище, запахи, влажные прикосновения лица, кожи и слизистых партнёрши. А во-вторых, большинство женщин с благодарностью и страстью принимали это и затем возвращали сторицей. Поэтому напротив вагины Ирэн я оказался перед любимым занятием. Что я только не попробовал: то ласково, то неистово облизывал и нацеловывал кожу губ сладкого плода, то вдруг нырял во влажную розовую его мякоть и хозяйничал там языком. Ирэн застонала. Я посмотрел вверх, и увидел, что Мари вовсю помогает мне — она попеременно всасывала в себя соски своей компаньонки, теребя их во рту языком. Ирэн завибрировала телом, подсказывая, что мы на верном пути. Вскоре её рука опустилась к моему лицу: средний палец приник ко входу во влагалище и начал круговые движения, как бы обозначая колечко входа в лоно. Я понял действия Ирэн по-своему: убрал её руку, положил свой большой палец на нужное место и начал те же движения с той же амплитудой и частотой. Я оказался прав. Француженка повысила голос — её стоны стали громче и призывней, бёдра задвигались в такт моему пальцу. Я слегка углубил его в вагину, исследуя ногтем верхний свод влагалища. Входить дальше я не планировал, так как уже нарушил правило гласящее, что сегодня только оральный секс. Но ведь Вероника сказала «пока». Кто знает, может «пока» уже прошло? Ирэн тем временем задрожала крупнее, заохала и сжала бёдра с такой силой, что мне пришлось убрать язык из промежности. Она стиснула мой кулак, пропихивая палец несколько дальше, и забилась в оргазме. Затихнув, она достала мою ладонь из своих бёдер, поднесла большой палец к губам и начала облизывать и посасывать его.

Переживая новый опыт, я взглянул на Веронику. Тётушка, всё это время наблюдавшая за нами как на порносеансе, была крайне довольна: француженки выглядели весьма удовлетворёнными. Однако увиденное завело не на шутку и её саму. Кроме того, из-за того, что мы втроём были плотно увлечены друг другом, Веронике пришлось мастурбировать. На столе лежала пачка презервативов, один из них был одет на банан, взятый из вазы с фруктами. Банан в руках тётушки влажно блестел латексом, подсказывая, что он провёл в ней достаточно времени.

Я продолжал лежать на спине, на середине кровати. Француженки понятливо переглянулись.

— Королева, — сказала Мари, — ваш выход…

Девушки поднялись с кровати, взяли Веронику под руки и подвели к кровати. Ирэн надкусила и разорвала пакетик с кондомом, надела его на мой член и сказала:

— Он готов.

Девушки под руки возвели тётушку на ложе, а затем встали на кровать сами. Как покорные служанки из гарема, француженки проводили Веронику ко мне и бережно помогли ей сесть на мой член. Вероника, уже не обращая внимания на них, легла на меня, свела и крепко сжала ноги, показывая, что ценит мой член гораздо выше банана. Её руки взяли меня за бёдра. Мне стало казаться, что меня насилуют. Так, оно, в принципе, и оказалось, хотя я и не был слишком против. Вероника закачалась, задавая ритм и набирая темп. Я, до сей поры сдерживавшийся, «отпустил удила» и начал резко подаваться навстречу тётушке. Француженки ласкали руками и губами и меня и мою начальницу, помогая, но не отвлекая. Назревал обоюдный взрыв, и мне оставалось лишь следить за тем, чтобы оргазм начался одновременно. Вероника задышала чаще:

— Ещё, ещё… , не останавливайся… Ещё, Андрюшенька…

Спазм, стон, громкий и протяжный. Вероника начала бурно кончать, и я позволил себе догнать её. Мой стон перекрыл все голоса, я взорвался оргазмом и подвёл итог переговорам: сделка с партнёрами из дружественной Франции состоялась и обещала дивиденды всем заинтересованным сторонам.

Автор: Еug36

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