President's Sex. Erotic slave

Vitaly Mushkin

The hero of the story experiences a split personality. In life he is an ordinary man, a man, and in sex he is a President, domineering and cruel. But here the case brings him to his boss. And the President turns into… Then read it yourself.

President's Sex

Erotic slave

Vitaly Mushkin

© Vitaly Mushkin, 2018

ISBNВ 978-5-4493-2313-2

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

A new saleswoman came to the store where I work as a security guard, Alla. An ordinary woman, silent, conscientious. In uniform, a black skirt up to her knees and a red waistcoat, dressed in a white shirt with a short sleeve, Alla did not differ from her other “sisters” in the craft. Woman as a woman. Well, nothing special. Long blond hair pulled back with a barrette, a minimum of make-up and slightly worn out shoes with a low heel added a picture.

It was in the winter. In the evening, before the closing of the store, we all change clothes, so to speak, by “citizen”, who in what. Alla surprised me. From the dressing room, by the way, one for all, she appeared in the hall completely transformed. High boots to the knees, short skirt, tight sweater with a high collar. It turned out that Alla has a breast, a waist and a pleasant face. She spread her hair over her shoulders, made up her lips and eyes, and her eyes seemed to promise something. “How it has changed,” I thought. No, I did not try to do anything, especially “glue” it. Work is work, and it is not in my nature to immediately get to know an interesting woman. And Alla was not very talkative, as I said, and whether I liked her, it was difficult to say.

Six months passed. Alla joined the team, got her friends and was not so withdrawn. Sometimes, we joked with her or talked aВ little. After the holiday, it seemed toВ me, Alla recovered.

“I rested with my mother,” she said. – And my mother, you know, from the table just so you will not leave.

“Alla has recovered,” I said to my partner. – And the cheeks became wider, and the priest.

– I saw such, – my partner, Andrey answered, – when I worked at the plant. Such “ladies” could be “removed” for a glass of fortified wine. Vaughn, her face swelled. It’s not from my mother, it’s from drinking.

Andrew was wrong, Alla was not from “such”. She nursed two young children and, as the shop said, her husband left her recently.

Sometimes my dinners coincided with Alla’s dinners. We were sitting in the dining room (she was a cloakroom) at the table against each other and ate. We almost never talked about food. Alla was sitting in a soft chair, standing sideways to the table, and I was on a bench. Delivering food from her container, the saleswoman in parallel called the children or was looking for something in the mobile phone. Almost always, the top two polo-shirt buttons of her shirt were unbuttoned. It was really stuffy in the room. I ate from my container and sometimes cast glances at the top of my white breasts, which are very tempting to look at me. And Alla had a habit, pulling the top of the shirt, blowing her breasts. And in fact, the store was often hot, and the saleswoman’s work required some effort.

At the end ofВ the day, we, the store employees, changed their clothes inВ turns. And Alla somehow always took up the room longer than others. Usually, before IВ went into the locker room, IВ knocked on the door, there is no one there. This time IВ also knocked.

– Yes, you are.

I came in. Alla was sitting on a bench in her panties and a T-shirt. Seeing the half-naked woman’s body, I recoiled.

– Yes, come on, Artem, I already almost got dressed.

The piquancy ofВ the situation made me overcome the initial fear and IВ stopped, holding the door handle.

“Well, if I do not get in the way.”

And behind, inВ the hall, there were people. And at any time someone could come inВ here. A