SugarNadya - The Adventures of Mistress of Male Depilation. Ballbusting from the mistress

© SugarNadya, 2021

© Aegitas publishing house, 2021

Nadya laid the table in advance. Of course, she didn't put the salad and main meal, but there were flowers, napkins, glasses on the table and it was beautiful. She didn’t lay it in the kitchen, but letting out the table in the living room. Kirill is returning today! It seems that he was not on a business trip in Siberia for a long time, about five days, but she has already missed him.

Here is the long-awaited doorbell! Nadezhda ran to open it. The Mistress’s of depilation husband came in with his travel bag and flowers. It has always been a good tradition for them: if someone, no matter Nadya or Kirill, is absent for more than a day, then he comes with flowers, with a small bunch of roses, tulips or even daisies, depending on the season and mood. SugarNadya jumped on her husband's chest.

– Hush, hush, my sweet, you will break the flowers!

– No, I’m going to break you now, – the spouse growled joyfully.

– Oh, you are my lioness! – the loving husband smiled, threw the travel bag on the floor, hugged his wife and pressed her lips with a long gentle kiss.

– That’s enough, wash your hands and change clothes, – said Nadya, catching her breath, otherwise a little more, and we will disrupt the banquet. After dinner, show me how much you miss me.

They were sitting in the living room, by candlelight, with red wine and fruits. The dinner was over, but the couple wasn’t hurry to leave the table – after eating they were slightly worn out.

– Do you probably want to sleep? – asked Nadya to her husband affectionately, noticing that he was holding back a tired yawn.

– Yes, there is a little, – admitted Kirill. – But let's sit a bit; I want to hear some story you tell me. I terribly missed your stories about nymphomaniacs, perverts and just lovers of spicy adventures!

– You're a real pervert! Nadya's eyes widened coquettishly. – I thought you missed your wife, but you prefer spicy adventures.

– Please, Nadya… – Kirill begged. – You know how your stories turn me on!

– I’m telling you, you pervert. Dirty old pervert! Maniac disguised as a respectable family man!

– I’m not "maniac", – Kirill pouted offendedly, – just a lover of good stories from his talented wife.

– Talented? – Sugar Mistress squinted coquettishly, tilting her pretty blond head to one side. – Okay, flatterer, all right, I'll tell you… But no, today I won't tell you a heartbreaking story that one professor told me…

– Professor? – her lover got interested. – Is this the man who is from St. Petersburg and walks in a woman's dress on the Nevsky Prospect?

– No, he is not a professor, but a businessman, I won't talk about him neither. The professor starred in hardcore porn in his youth, but now he lectures on the psychoanalysis of literature at college. There’s who has got a lot in his head… But this is not the story for today. Today I will tell you what a weird guy got into the habit of going to my salon. He walks around and makes weird suggestions to me.

– Are they very weird? – Kirill frowned. – Well, is he not aggressive at least? Otherwise I will quickly deal with him…

– Oh, you are my hero, – Nadya laughed. – Of course, I know that you will save me from any maniac. But this man is not aggressive, he is an unhappy and sad one who was not given warmth and affection in childhood, and therefore he has weird thoughts and unusual desires now.

– Oh, how are they weird and unusual?

– They are total fucked-up. First he came two months ago. And immediately after the depilation, he apologized and offered me… – Nadya made a dramatic pause.

– Oh-oh-oh, – Kirill shook his head. He was already in the mood to hear something interesting.

– Lick my feet, – said SugarNadya and leaned back on her chair, watching her husband's reaction.

– So, lick your feet, – he repeated, thinking of it. After a hearty dinner and a couple of red wine glasses, even after out of the way, Kirill was thinking a little hard.

– Ugh! – he suddenly said loudly, showing disgust on his face. – Did he ask to you to lick his feet?!

– Are you stupid, Kirill?! – Nadya exclaimed, not even deciding whether to take offense at her husband or just laugh at his absurdity. – To lick my feet, you know?

– Ah… Well, it's not ew, – agreed the husband. – Here I even understand him, your legs I would lick too. Right now.

– Wait, you, sleazebag, you still have time. I haven’t told yet. So, that's what he said. “Sorry, if my proposal seems weird to you, but I don't want anything bad, I don't want to offend you, but I would like you to let me lick your legs. You just need to take off your shoes and stockings, put your legs here, on this stool. It might be a little ticklish. Or maybe you will even like it. I do it well, as I have been told many times. Oh yes, – he suddenly realized, – I'll pay you… As for depilation. It turns out that you will earn, so to speak, double the amount”.

– So, did you agree? Agreed, right? – Kirill's eyes lit up with gambling fire.

– Nope, – the Mistress casually shook her head. – Politely said to him, thank you for the trust and for the generous offer, but such services, unfortunately, aren’t provided in our salon.

– Well, what did he said? – disappointment was heard in her husband's voice.

– So, what? He apologized again and left.

– But did he come back later? You said yourself "got into the habit"…

– Yes, he returned in a few days. Again for depilation, again he was polite and tactful, and he proposed to me again at the end.

– To lick your feet, or what? Or something else to lick? – Kirill fidgeted on his chair.

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