How did I get through Ms. Van Anh’s groin?
Ms. Van Anh is my direct boss at the company. It's too embarrassing to say it, in fact, she is the same age as me, but while I was almost 30 years old, I was still a lame employee who let people send me, Van Anh sat in the position of department head with her strength. Unconsciously, there was always an admiration in my heart, almost admiring Van Anh and therefore feeling that I had to call myself "sister", call myself "you". Van Anh was also not shy and took it for granted. When I didn't finish my work, she was ready to yell at me. In normal times, she also casually errands me, for example, pouring her a glass of water, running down to get the shipment for her... without any shyness.
Do I feel angry when Van Anh makes mistakes and is scolded at work? Not at all, because I worship her. To be more precise, to worship her beauty and authority. My company, with strict dress codes, allows me to always see her in a tight office zip that stands out for her big round buttocks and long, smooth legs thanks to her high heels. Although her body is no longer too slim after getting married and giving birth, it is true that a girl with only one child looks worn out in her eyes, I assure her that she is better than the girls of her colleagues who have just graduated from school. I felt very happy to be sent by my sister. I often imagine Van Anh as a rich hostess, or a queen. And I was just a lowly servant who bowed to his master.
Once, I ran down to the lobby to get the delivery for her, she called the wrong phone:
"By the way, go to the shoe cabinet on the 1st floor, get me a pair of high heels with your name written on it."
That day, she was wearing black high heels, but she sent me to get her a pair of white shoes, perhaps she wanted to change her shoes to match the dress she had just changed, she was probably going to meet her partner. I held her white shoes in my hand, cherished them like a treasure, and looked at the front and back, I had done a despicable thing by putting the shoes on my nose to smell. The smell of sweat from her feet seemed to linger on her shoes, or so I was imagining. So, instead of taking the elevator, I chose to take the stairs at the emergency exit, climbing nearly a dozen floors so as not to bump into anyone and also to prolong the time I could hold her shoes in my hand. I walked and sniffed my shoes with my cock stiff in my pants.
Another time, the two sisters stayed late for work. After Van Anh got up and left, I was the only one left in the office. I immediately ran to her seat. The cushioned chair where she sat still sank a little due to her weight all day. I did a very despicable thing again, which was to put my face in and kiss the chair she was sitting on, inhaling the smell of the chair in the hope that there was still a little smell of her buttocks. I imagined my face in the same chair and let her sit on top of me all day. I felt something wet inside my pants. I ejaculated with such vile fantasies.
Then one day, Van Anh and I both had to stay to work overtime. It was almost 8 o'clock, but we still hadn't come home because we had too much work. I timidly sent the nth revision of the market report back to her.
She held the report, wrinkling her forehead while reading it. My heart beat like a student standing in front of the teacher. I was waiting for a rage from her when suddenly her expression relaxed. She looked at me and smiled:
"Yes, okay, you're doing well this time! I browse!
Hearing her say that, I felt like I had shed a thousand pounds on my back, and I let out a sigh.
-Star? Is working with you too stressful? But look at me when I was waiting for you to comment on the report, look at the same face as my dog when I was punished by you. I looked indescribably sad, haha
- Hehe, so sister - I scratched my head and scratched my ears, and suddenly my head rang like a bell.
- Yes, I remember. This level has not yet returned! - Van Anh suddenly changed her voice in a confidant style.
- I miss my husband very much when I come home late - I also pretend to be a good listener.
- Not really. Tell me not to laugh, but I miss my husband when I come home late, I miss my children less, but I remember... There are many dogs in my house.
Seeing that I looked surprised, she continued:
"Your husband also makes up for his work, sometimes he comes home later than you. Her child has a sin champ. He never cried for her. Only the puppy she has raised since she was not married is always happy when she comes home from work. You know, just seeing the scene of him barking a few words of joy and then rushing to rub his head against her feet, bringing his wet tongue to lick the tips of her toes, all my stress would disappear. Then all night he kept wrapping his arms around the cow and following her everywhere he went. Haizz... Thinking that he was tired, he still hadn't finished his work to go home.
Listening to Van Anh's confidants, I imagined myself taking the dog's place. I was kneeling at her feet, happily licking her beautiful legs, and I myself was crawling with her every step, sneaking up and admiring the powerful buttocks moving above my head. That dog was so lucky! I thought to myself.
"Huh, what are you saying? - I suddenly asked
- Yes, what did you say?
- I just said, "That dog is lucky".
Heaven and earth, it turned out that I was not thinking silently, but I blurted out my mouth without knowing. How now. I involuntarily blushed in embarrassment. But for some reason, I still can't explain it until now, or because the cock is getting stiffer in the pants I controlled, I suddenly boldly said, half joking, half true
- Oh I mean, with a beautiful owner like you, that dog is lucky. Hi hi
- Oh my goodness, I'm starting to flatter my boss - you glared slightly, but I know you're amused by my words. So I took the plunge further:
"You're telling the truth... You must be missing your dog very much, right? Or... Let me help you reduce stress!
- What kind of help do you have, are you going to play the role of your dog, haha?
-Eh... That's right. I really want to help you reduce stress. I don't feel shy about that.
"Come on, father, you're joking
- No, I'm telling you the truth, sister, I want to help you
look directly at me for a moment. I also bravely looked back, my face began to turn a little red, and my heart was pounding.
Then she suddenly smiled. She looks so beautiful when she smiles. She said:
"Yes, I really need to do something funny to clear my mind. Or you and I try to play like this. I'll try playing the role of my dog!
Deck!
My heart rings like a temple bell. The dream came true. It is true that the old men said: "If you take a dose, you will eat a lot". I didn't hesitate to kneel in front of her in a four-legged position and bark "Beard" like a real dog.
- Hahaha - Ms. Van Anh giggled - like scary. Good dog, good dog! She reached out and rubbed my head, I felt like I was dying of joy. It was as if in a dream, I was kneeling on the ground, in the position of a dog and looking up at my mistress. That's all, my cock was stiff with joy.
"Ah, slowly, it must be like this. Now I'm going to pretend to walk through the entrance as if I just came home, and then I'll ...
- I'll be happy to run out to pick you up.
"Haha, okay, let's try it.
After saying that, she got up and walked to the door and pretended to walk into the house. I immediately crawled towards her, barked a few times, and shook her ass as if she was wagging her tail for real. Perhaps at another time, I would not have thought that I was thick enough to throw away my honor and do such despicable deeds just to please the beauty, but I was already dominated by sensuality. I temporarily forgot that I was a human being and the whole world caught my eye only my sister - the beautiful mistress standing in front of me.
After waving my "tail", I crawled up to her, rubbed her face against her legs. Oh, why are your feet so smooth and fragrant.
- Heaven and earth, I play this role is scary.
She didn't know that this was not the first time she had played a role. There were sleepless nights, I took off all my clothes, knelt on the floor, pretended to be a dog, and imagined that she was the owner in front of me. Now I'm just repeating those actions.
She rubbed my head again, and said softly:
"Good dog, good dog, do you miss me after walking all day?
I barked twice in exchange for an answer, then lowered my face, placed a kiss on the toe of her shoe, and quickly moved up to my ankle.
"Oh my God, you don't need to go this far, sister" she was surprised and confused when I did so, intending to retreat but couldn't make it. I had time to lick her tongue and lick her ankle, she suddenly breathed rapidly, her body trembled slightly.
- It's too tickling Kiki!
Maybe in that moment, she really forgot that I was her colleague and considered me to be really Kiki's child. She tickled, but she didn't push me away, but stood still and enjoyed the strange pleasure of being licked by a boy on her feet. I continued to lick slowly up the shins, a little higher to her knees. Her legs are so beautiful. Now my face points to her skirts a little. Inside, and tall were her thighs, and even taller was her little girl—something that many men must dream of. But I didn't poke my head in it, but did something even crazier, I bent my head and went between her legs, but her legs were closed quite tightly and not enough for me to get through, so only my neck was stuck between her cool thighs.
By this time, she had come to her senses and was surprised by my reckless and bizarre action.
"Heaven and earth, what are you doing?
Coming to this country, I don't have any honor anymore. If you stab the javelin, follow the javelin, do it until you go. I didn't answer, but I still tried to push myself into the middle of that leg gap. There was a silence for about ten seconds, or longer, I don't remember, but she didn't say anything, didn't push me away, and suddenly, she stood with her legs spread apart. So I slipped my whole body through her groin. I went through Ms. Van Anh's groin like that. Like a real dog.
Getting behind her buttocks, I turned around and saw that she was still standing. Her leg gap is still open. Without saying much, I immediately crawled back, crawling through her groin from behind to the front.
Thanks to her wearing high heels, the height was pushed up to help me get through quite easily. However, I still deliberately let the top of my head rub against her groin every time I go over. I crawled back and forth under her groin about 5-6 times, then she stepped back and closed her legs. The gate of heaven was closed. She looked at me blankly and didn't know what to say. Her face also turned red because of shyness. I have nothing to lose. I said, "
I'm just trying to round my shoulders. Dogs often crawl through the owner's groin. My dog... Isn't that so?
She looked at me, her eyes confused. Then she said, "
It's late, I have to come back here.
She hurriedly turned off the computer, then left. Almost wanted to run out of the room. Leaving me still kneeling, in the empty room with the lust still raging.
Do I feel angry when Van Anh makes mistakes and is scolded at work? Not at all, because I worship her. To be more precise, to worship her beauty and authority. My company, with strict dress codes, allows me to always see her in a tight office zip that stands out for her big round buttocks and long, smooth legs thanks to her high heels. Although her body is no longer too slim after getting married and giving birth, it is true that a girl with only one child looks worn out in her eyes, I assure her that she is better than the girls of her colleagues who have just graduated from school. I felt very happy to be sent by my sister. I often imagine Van Anh as a rich hostess, or a queen. And I was just a lowly servant who bowed to his master.
Once, I ran down to the lobby to get the delivery for her, she called the wrong phone:
"By the way, go to the shoe cabinet on the 1st floor, get me a pair of high heels with your name written on it."
That day, she was wearing black high heels, but she sent me to get her a pair of white shoes, perhaps she wanted to change her shoes to match the dress she had just changed, she was probably going to meet her partner. I held her white shoes in my hand, cherished them like a treasure, and looked at the front and back, I had done a despicable thing by putting the shoes on my nose to smell. The smell of sweat from her feet seemed to linger on her shoes, or so I was imagining. So, instead of taking the elevator, I chose to take the stairs at the emergency exit, climbing nearly a dozen floors so as not to bump into anyone and also to prolong the time I could hold her shoes in my hand. I walked and sniffed my shoes with my cock stiff in my pants.
Another time, the two sisters stayed late for work. After Van Anh got up and left, I was the only one left in the office. I immediately ran to her seat. The cushioned chair where she sat still sank a little due to her weight all day. I did a very despicable thing again, which was to put my face in and kiss the chair she was sitting on, inhaling the smell of the chair in the hope that there was still a little smell of her buttocks. I imagined my face in the same chair and let her sit on top of me all day. I felt something wet inside my pants. I ejaculated with such vile fantasies.
Then one day, Van Anh and I both had to stay to work overtime. It was almost 8 o'clock, but we still hadn't come home because we had too much work. I timidly sent the nth revision of the market report back to her.
She held the report, wrinkling her forehead while reading it. My heart beat like a student standing in front of the teacher. I was waiting for a rage from her when suddenly her expression relaxed. She looked at me and smiled:
"Yes, okay, you're doing well this time! I browse!
Hearing her say that, I felt like I had shed a thousand pounds on my back, and I let out a sigh.
-Star? Is working with you too stressful? But look at me when I was waiting for you to comment on the report, look at the same face as my dog when I was punished by you. I looked indescribably sad, haha
- Hehe, so sister - I scratched my head and scratched my ears, and suddenly my head rang like a bell.
- Yes, I remember. This level has not yet returned! - Van Anh suddenly changed her voice in a confidant style.
- I miss my husband very much when I come home late - I also pretend to be a good listener.
- Not really. Tell me not to laugh, but I miss my husband when I come home late, I miss my children less, but I remember... There are many dogs in my house.
Seeing that I looked surprised, she continued:
"Your husband also makes up for his work, sometimes he comes home later than you. Her child has a sin champ. He never cried for her. Only the puppy she has raised since she was not married is always happy when she comes home from work. You know, just seeing the scene of him barking a few words of joy and then rushing to rub his head against her feet, bringing his wet tongue to lick the tips of her toes, all my stress would disappear. Then all night he kept wrapping his arms around the cow and following her everywhere he went. Haizz... Thinking that he was tired, he still hadn't finished his work to go home.
Listening to Van Anh's confidants, I imagined myself taking the dog's place. I was kneeling at her feet, happily licking her beautiful legs, and I myself was crawling with her every step, sneaking up and admiring the powerful buttocks moving above my head. That dog was so lucky! I thought to myself.
"Huh, what are you saying? - I suddenly asked
- Yes, what did you say?
- I just said, "That dog is lucky".
Heaven and earth, it turned out that I was not thinking silently, but I blurted out my mouth without knowing. How now. I involuntarily blushed in embarrassment. But for some reason, I still can't explain it until now, or because the cock is getting stiffer in the pants I controlled, I suddenly boldly said, half joking, half true
- Oh I mean, with a beautiful owner like you, that dog is lucky. Hi hi
- Oh my goodness, I'm starting to flatter my boss - you glared slightly, but I know you're amused by my words. So I took the plunge further:
"You're telling the truth... You must be missing your dog very much, right? Or... Let me help you reduce stress!
- What kind of help do you have, are you going to play the role of your dog, haha?
-Eh... That's right. I really want to help you reduce stress. I don't feel shy about that.
"Come on, father, you're joking
- No, I'm telling you the truth, sister, I want to help you
look directly at me for a moment. I also bravely looked back, my face began to turn a little red, and my heart was pounding.
Then she suddenly smiled. She looks so beautiful when she smiles. She said:
"Yes, I really need to do something funny to clear my mind. Or you and I try to play like this. I'll try playing the role of my dog!
Deck!
My heart rings like a temple bell. The dream came true. It is true that the old men said: "If you take a dose, you will eat a lot". I didn't hesitate to kneel in front of her in a four-legged position and bark "Beard" like a real dog.
- Hahaha - Ms. Van Anh giggled - like scary. Good dog, good dog! She reached out and rubbed my head, I felt like I was dying of joy. It was as if in a dream, I was kneeling on the ground, in the position of a dog and looking up at my mistress. That's all, my cock was stiff with joy.
"Ah, slowly, it must be like this. Now I'm going to pretend to walk through the entrance as if I just came home, and then I'll ...
- I'll be happy to run out to pick you up.
"Haha, okay, let's try it.
After saying that, she got up and walked to the door and pretended to walk into the house. I immediately crawled towards her, barked a few times, and shook her ass as if she was wagging her tail for real. Perhaps at another time, I would not have thought that I was thick enough to throw away my honor and do such despicable deeds just to please the beauty, but I was already dominated by sensuality. I temporarily forgot that I was a human being and the whole world caught my eye only my sister - the beautiful mistress standing in front of me.
After waving my "tail", I crawled up to her, rubbed her face against her legs. Oh, why are your feet so smooth and fragrant.
- Heaven and earth, I play this role is scary.
She didn't know that this was not the first time she had played a role. There were sleepless nights, I took off all my clothes, knelt on the floor, pretended to be a dog, and imagined that she was the owner in front of me. Now I'm just repeating those actions.
She rubbed my head again, and said softly:
"Good dog, good dog, do you miss me after walking all day?
I barked twice in exchange for an answer, then lowered my face, placed a kiss on the toe of her shoe, and quickly moved up to my ankle.
"Oh my God, you don't need to go this far, sister" she was surprised and confused when I did so, intending to retreat but couldn't make it. I had time to lick her tongue and lick her ankle, she suddenly breathed rapidly, her body trembled slightly.
- It's too tickling Kiki!
Maybe in that moment, she really forgot that I was her colleague and considered me to be really Kiki's child. She tickled, but she didn't push me away, but stood still and enjoyed the strange pleasure of being licked by a boy on her feet. I continued to lick slowly up the shins, a little higher to her knees. Her legs are so beautiful. Now my face points to her skirts a little. Inside, and tall were her thighs, and even taller was her little girl—something that many men must dream of. But I didn't poke my head in it, but did something even crazier, I bent my head and went between her legs, but her legs were closed quite tightly and not enough for me to get through, so only my neck was stuck between her cool thighs.
By this time, she had come to her senses and was surprised by my reckless and bizarre action.
"Heaven and earth, what are you doing?
Coming to this country, I don't have any honor anymore. If you stab the javelin, follow the javelin, do it until you go. I didn't answer, but I still tried to push myself into the middle of that leg gap. There was a silence for about ten seconds, or longer, I don't remember, but she didn't say anything, didn't push me away, and suddenly, she stood with her legs spread apart. So I slipped my whole body through her groin. I went through Ms. Van Anh's groin like that. Like a real dog.
Getting behind her buttocks, I turned around and saw that she was still standing. Her leg gap is still open. Without saying much, I immediately crawled back, crawling through her groin from behind to the front.
Thanks to her wearing high heels, the height was pushed up to help me get through quite easily. However, I still deliberately let the top of my head rub against her groin every time I go over. I crawled back and forth under her groin about 5-6 times, then she stepped back and closed her legs. The gate of heaven was closed. She looked at me blankly and didn't know what to say. Her face also turned red because of shyness. I have nothing to lose. I said, "
I'm just trying to round my shoulders. Dogs often crawl through the owner's groin. My dog... Isn't that so?
She looked at me, her eyes confused. Then she said, "
It's late, I have to come back here.
She hurriedly turned off the computer, then left. Almost wanted to run out of the room. Leaving me still kneeling, in the empty room with the lust still raging.