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— Hello," said Olga, not taking her eyes off his.
— Hello, that's how it's done," Oleg said with a crooked smile, running his narrow palm with long fingers along the edge of the huge table covered in green baize, and settled into a large leather armchair.
— What, excuse me?" Olga was taken aback.
— There, that's better, at least you're using 'you' formally. I'm Oleg, and you're going to teach me now, or rather, show me what you know.
— Yes, but...
— No 'buts'. While you're in this house, I set the rules. I know English perfectly, thanks to an American school since I was ten. I don't think you can surprise me with that. But in other things, you definitely can, I'm somehow sure.
— I don't understand you...
— Come on, you still haven't figured out why they hired you and not that fat girl from the University of Peoples' Friendship? Don't flatter yourself, she understands more English than you.
— This is outrageous, I...
— That's life, though I know little of it. Don't worry, double pay and excellent references are guaranteed for you. All you'll need to do is simply listen to me and not ask stupid questions.
— How dare you!
— What my spoiled nature and my father's money allow. Now, walk from that corner over there to me at the table, try to be cute, and make sure I see it.
— But...
— No 'buts'!" — steel flashed in his brown eyes — "or should I call Pavlusha, the one at the checkpoint? I think he'll bring you to your senses immediately.
Understanding nothing, Olga, in a whirlwind of thoughts in her head, obeyed those demanding eyes and sharp voice. After all — it was just walking. (Specially for .org — ) She placed her heavy bag of books on the nearest chair, tucked a strand of dark red hair behind her ear, and walked unhurriedly to the corner. Oleg, still in his armchair, watched her, tapping out some rhythm with his fingers.
— Okay, good. Now to me. Good," — his fingers interlaced on the table in front of him so that his knuckles turned white — "now take off your jacket. Yours, of course.
Olga turned pale from such audacity, but something elusive in the tone of this little bastard made her obey and meekly take off her jacket. Looking around and not seeing where to hang it, she placed it right on the carpet in front of her, after which she froze in a kind of stupor like a post in the middle of the office.
— Nice blouse, everything's visible, but next time come without a bra right away. Now the skirt, slowly, so I like it.
— What's happening?" was all Olga could mumble. Inside her, against her will, a wave was rising from this appraising gaze and commanding voice.
— What you deserve, isn't it? You're just a pretty little thing, what else should be done with you? Skirt, don't forget.
Olga unzipped her black skirt and slowly stepped out of it closer to the table.
— Good figure, the old man still understands something. Come on, turn around and bend over, lower.
Olga did that too. Her heart was pounding like crazy, she was all flushed, so it became hard to breathe.
— Wow, nice. Unbutton your blouse, but don't take it off. Good. Now unhook your bra. Good. They're great even without it, aren't they? You probably often admire them in the mirror, not many get ones like these, right?
— What the...
— Answer! Often?
— Not often, but sometimes.
— See. Now your panties, down to your knees. Good. Good girl for shaving, I don't like bushes. Now play with it, you slut, you like being called that, don't you?
Olga remained silent. Her fingers, under some kind of hypnosis, slid between her legs on their own. She really did like it when he called her a slut; no one had ever dared to do that with her before.
— Now come over here to me. No, right here!" — Oleg spun in his chair and now looked at her greedily from a step away. Olga saw that under his trousers stood a not-so-small-sized cock for such a skinny guy.
— Unzip the fly. Don't be afraid, it doesn't bite. Do you like it? Answer.
— Yes.
— That's good. Get down on your knees, please. Good. Remember, get used to it, you'll be meeting it often. And don't take your other hand away from your pussy, no. Good. Does this excite you?
— Yes...
— I knew it, as soon as you walked in here. A real slut in a teacher's guise, classy. Well, why are you frozen, lick it, come on. Theere you go, good girl. Come on, lean on the table. Oh, you're all wet, not bad. Jerk him off. Do you like it?
— Yes..." — Olga said, already with a hoarseness in her voice. His nimble fingers slid inside her easily, her head was spinning from all this and all thoughts were gone.
— We'll save the blowjob for dessert, but for now, lie on your stomach on the table, like this," — Oleg said again with a crooked smile, stroking her ass. He easily ran his cock along her slit and Olga moaned softly, it was so unexpected, closing her eyes she waited. Waited. Waited. But he seemed to be teasing her, when suddenly he thrust into her sharply to the full length, so that Olga cried out and left nail marks on the baize of the table.
— How tight you are. I love those. Do you have someone?" he asked, already with a hoarseness in his voice.
— I did, but not now...
— I see, that's good. Do you like it?
— Yes...
— And like this?" — he slapped her ass, not stopping his movements.
— Yes...
— What an obedient little slut, I like it. Well, at least I'll fuck you, since no one's fucking you now. Oh, you're already thrusting back at me, do you like my cock that much?
— Yes...
He placed his hands on her shoulders and with each movement impaled her deeper. Her breasts bounced under the unbuttoned blouse, her nipples rubbed against the fabric and this drove Olga to frenzy. Oleg fell silent and only muffled moans echoed in the office. He was just fucking her like a machine now, pressing her to the table with one hand, while two fingers of the other roughly held her mouth open.
— How do you like it?
— Mhm...
— Oh, you held out well... Lick it clean... Good... Thank you, teacher...