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I walked through the door of his bedroom, in my jeans shorts and a sleeveless top. It was unusual for me to walk like this at home. My husband wouldn’t allow me. But this wasn’t my husband’s house. This was where I truly belonged. “Good morning, Jasmine!”, Prady greeted me with a smile. He had just woken up. His face had not changed. Not a bit. I recalled the day I lost my virginity to him at a resort. We were lovers from college. He was a Hindu. I was Christian. Our parents didn’t approve.
He had gone to the US to do his Post Graduation. I stayed back in India and married Jacob, the guy my parents forced me to marry. But I never got over him. Neither could my husband love me enough, nor satisfy me on bed. My first night was the most horrific experience. Because, he didn’t even touch me. Jacob was really bad in the bed. More often, I preferred my own finger to his dick. Two days back, as I was sitting in my office cubicle, buried in my computer, typing endless lines of computer code, my Team lead came there. “Hey guys! Our new manager is coming tomorrow. I want you to finish this work by today. Dress up neatly. We got to impress him on day 1.” Bullshit, I thought. I went back to typing the code.
The day went on, and at 5pm as I was ready to leave, my team lead stopped me. “Jasmine, I see that you have not completed your modules. Finish them. Now. We don’t want to cut a sorry figure for our manager tomorrow. Please.” This wasn’t any good. I sat back, till 8.30pm, finished the work and got home. Fuck the manager, I thought. “Why are you late? Lots of work for my dear Jasmine?”, he asked. I couldn’t agree less. Hell lot of work today. I smiled at him, “Yeah Jake!”, I replied and went into my bathroom to take a shower…..
10am next morning, the manager had not yet arrived. Did I work for this? I was bored with life lately. No love, no sex, no real friends, no real fun. Suddenly, I saw my team lead running in.” He’s coming in guys. Greet him with a smile. Be warm.” There he comes, I thought. I had dressed myself up pretty well. I wore a white saree, slightly transparent, with a green blouse. I combed my hair well and streaked a portion to the front. I never liked any lipstick, so I didn’t apply any.
I had adored my eyes with some kaajal. I looked beautiful enough. I had dusky complexion. I did yoga everyday to maintain a flat tummy. Actually, that was because Prady liked it. He told me in college to get my tummy flat. I had not missed a single day of yoga ever since. My tummy was the sexiest part of my body, he thought. He would often tell me how my body curves. I had 30D breasts. Quite big because I was slim. He would say my body curves outward below my shoulders, then moves in to my sleek hips and then curves out near my ass.
I loved the attention he gave me. As I was lost in thoughts, I saw a man in a blazer, at a far distance. The new manager. As he was walking in I saw his blazer and his shoes. He looked quite classy and well built. As the door opened and he entered, I went numb. My legs were shivering. “This can’t be real.”, I thought. It just can’t. I looked up at the face, the very face I dreamt of, every single day after he left to the US. The very face I think of whenever I touch myself. The very face I love. Prady. He face was still the same. Cute as ever. He kept a bit of beard to make him look a bit up to his age. Without it, he’d look like an 18 year old boy. His physique developed drastically. He had well-built muscles and a chest. I was sweating, I was nervous. I wanted him. Badly. I wanted his familiar voice, his lovely touch. I longed for him for 4 years. And he was here, right in front of me. I saw a girl following him.
She was around 21, I thought. She had a bag with her. I observed her attire. She wore a buttoned shirt and a short skirt. The skirt went up to her knees. The shirt was really tight. Her breasts were literally popping out of her shirt, pleading to be set free. Her hips were curvy and her navel was pretty flat. Just then, I had remembered a conversation with him during our time. “I’ll make you my secretary. I’ll make you walk in a really tight shirt and a short skirt. Everyone in office would be dying to have you. And I’ll have you every day, in my cabin. I’ll fuck you to my will.” My heart sunk. I grew jealous of her. He fucks her, I thought. I wanted to cry out. He has forgotten me. He has another woman. But my heart wouldn’t listen. I wanted to meet him. I wanted to talk.
“Hey I need to talk to the manager.” I said to his secretary. “I guess he’s a bit busy now. I’ll tell you when he’s free.”, she said. “Sure, but when you inform him, tell him Jasmine is here.”, I said and turned back to go to my cubicle. “Hey wait, what did you just say?”, she called out to me. “Tell him I’m Jasmine.”, I said. “Are you the Jasmine he loves?”, she asked. The question struck me. *The Jasmin he loves.* I froze. “How do you know?”, I asked. “He loves you. He keeps mentioning you. And yes, he would meet you anytime. Come with me, I’ll take you to his cabin.”, she said. *He loves you.* My heart jumped in joy. I wanted to jump and yell. “Wait, let me use the restroom.”, I told her and went to the restroom quickly.
I looked at my own face in the mirror. It was fresh. The kaajal had not thinned out. I slowly dragged the kaajal a bit to the edge of my eyes. I had tied my saree way up to the hips. I untied it, lowered it and put in on my waist, below my belly button. My navel was partly visible through the transparent saree. I pulled the pallu slightly, revealing my hip curve. I looked at myself again, now. I looked sexy. Perfect, as he would call it. I went out to he secretary. “Let’s go.”, I said. She looked at me from top to bottom. “Just as he likes it.”, she said, running a finger along my bare hip curve. My heart sunk again. She knew what he likes.
I followed her to the elevator and we went to the third floor. She walked out and within seconds, knocked twice on a door. “Sir, you have a visitor.”, she said. “Riya you do know that you must inform me well in advance….” She cut him off my saying, “Sir, please take a look”, and signalled me to go inside. The moment I entered, Prady who seemed irritated, stood up. There was complete shock and surprise on his face. “I’ll leave you alone, sir.”, said Riya and left the room, closing the door behind us. “Hi”, I smiled, being as awkward as possible. “Jasmine!” he said, his voice was chilling. I went cold, my ears getting what they were craving for. “Come sit down”, he said. I sat down on the chair opposite to his desk. “No, uh, let’s go there”, he said, pointing to his left. I turned right and saw a black leather sofa. As he walked up to it, I stood up and followed. It was a three seater couch and he positioned himself in the middle portion. Witty, I thought. He always was. I sat beside him. “How have you been?”, he asked. His eyes were not meeting mine.
I was looking straight into his eyes and he was looking down or elsewhere. “I’m good. How’re you? Become a big successful person!” I chuckled. “You look beautiful”, he said. I blushed. I always loved it when he complimented me. I pushed myself back on the sofa, placed my hands on the hand rest and raised my hips up a little. “This is how you like it, don’t you?” I said. He scanned me, right from my waist to my eyes. Our eyes met. He quickly looked away. “Does Jacob like it too?” he asked. “Come on Prady. You know what had happened. I was forced to marry him. You weren’t here. My parents blackmailed me. I was helpless.” “So helpless that you couldn’t inform me?”, he asked. “I didn’t want to pain you.”, I said. “Oh right!” “Prady, look at me. I love you. I’ve been longing you for four years”, I said holding his hand. He looked up.
Our eyes met again. Before I knew it, he put his hands on my back, pulled me close and kissed my lower lip. He held me tight, his hands now moving to my hips. I closed my eyes and he we kissed again, our lips tasting each other. He was running his tongue all over my lips. I tightly held his shirt, submitting myself to him. His hands felt my entire navel and he moved it up my neck. He was caressing my neck gently, stroking it, while I was kissing his lips. I slowly slid back and rested on the hand rest of the sofa.
I expected him to come for me. He didn’t. “We can’t do this.”, he said. “Why?” I asked him, disappointed. I was lying on the sofa with my lips puckered and my pallu almost undone. “My parents have a match for me. I can’t cheat her like this.”, he said. “I love you Jasmine, but I can’t.” “Even I’m married, Prady. Why can’t you just take me? Why can’t we be together at least now?”, I asked him. “I’m sorry, Jaz. You must go.” He said. I was angry. I was hurt. “Okay, bye.”, I said bluntly. I got up, didn’t even bother adjusting my saree. I walked off to the door.
While I was about to open it, a hand held me by my hips and pulled me back. I was there, facing the door, in his arms, tightly clutched to his body. He moved my pallu aside and dropped it down. “I’m yours.”, he said and kissed my neck. I shivered. His hard dick was throbbing against my ass. I could feel it from his pant. He swiftly turned me around. I’m sorry, I’m yours, he said and bit my ear. I pushed him back to the sofa. He caught my pallu and pulled me close. And boom, the saree came off my body. He threw it aside and I fell on him. I was like an animal, waiting for some action for four years. I couldn’t wait any further. I unbuttoned his white shirt as we were kissing like thirsty animals. “Will anyone come?”, I asked him. I noticed the see through door and the glass fitted cabin. “Let me take care of that”, he said as he typed something on his mobile phone.
Then, he kept it aside and started kissing me again. I was on top of him and was moving my body on his hard dick. I could feel it. I ventured down to feel his now well-built chest. He wasted no time and removed my blouse and threw it near my saree. I was wearing a pink bra. “No bra from tomorrow”, he said and unhooked it. “Yes, sir.”, I giggled. He was running his hands all over my bare back now. I felt tickled.
I shifted to the side and let him come on top of me. He now came on top and went down to my breasts. He gave them a tight squeeze. Mmmhmm, I let out a very low moan. I flung my head up and rested it below the sofa hand rest. “Just like old times. You haven’t changed”, he said. He squeezed my breasts again, firmly this time. My body was wriggling to his touch. I was biting my lips as he came to kiss my neck. I held him tightly, my nails clawing his body. He continued squeezing my breasts and biting and licking my neck. I pulled him up and kissed him to my heart’s content.
He went back down to my breasts and started sucking them. He cupped both my breasts firmly with his hands, squeezed them and simultaneously bit my nipples. Mmmmm, I was getting louder with the moans. Suddenly, the door flung open. I shivered. It’s okay, said Prady as he continued to bite my nipples. It was Riya. She came in, and closed all the curtains of the cabin. “Have fun, ma’am.”, she said and closed the door and went out. I was shocked. I was thrilled and I was happy. Prady was sucking me in front of his secretary. He was biting one of my nipples as he was squeezing the other breast, kneading it. My body was wriggling, and I was sure that I had already made a puddle in my panties.
He went a little bit lower after taking his time on my breasts. “The world’s most beautiful navel.”, he said as planted a kiss. His lips were hot. I felt goosebumps instantly. He kissed my navel, licked it, toyed with my belly button. And then, he went lower and removed my petticoat. He felt my panties. They were wet. I was literally dripping. “Looks like someone wants some attention”, he said and swoosh my panties flew across to the other end of the room.
He slowly ran his fingers over my vulva. I was tickled again. He ran his index finger over the line of my pussy. The fluids from my puss were flowing out as his touch drove me crazy. He slowly slid up to my clitoris. I closed my eyes in anticipation. I was already wet and shooting out some cum. I was raising my hips higher, egging him to touch my clitoris. The, it came. He parted my hood and gave a slight rub. “Aaahhhnnn” I was breathing fast, my breasts were rising and falling.
He stood up and removed his pant and undies. I saw it. The only dick that fit my puss. The only dick that could take me to another world. He spread my legs apart and buried his face in my vulva and started licking my clitoris. “ Aahhhhnn …. mmmmm…” I was wriggling and shaking on the sofa. His tongue was stroking my clit, top to bottom to top to bottom. I was dying. All this pleasure after 4 years. It was too much to take. “Ohhh pleeeaassse”, I said “pleeasssse don’t tease mee”.
He now positioned his his lips on my clit and started kissing and gently sucking it. I was lost. “Aaaahhnn … Put your hands on my breasts ….. squeeze them ….” I told him. He immediately obeyed. He brought both his hands up and pinched my erect nipples. “Ohhh Goooodd”, I was losing control. I was moaning loudly, as loud as possible as his mouth was working magic on my puss. I felt a familiar sensation. Something I had felt years back. My nerves were tingling, my moans were uncontrollable, my body was shaking.
“Mmmmm …… Aaaahhhh …. Mmm …” it was coming. My hands were digging into his back now. I held his hair and firmly pushed his face into my puss. He licked harder. I was literally in heaven. And then it hit me.
“MMMPPPPHHH”, I moaned hard and loud. I released the grip on his hair and pulled him up. That was my first orgasm. The fluids were squirting out of my puss. I was breathing heavy. I felt awesome. My eyes were blank for a moment. We kissed, passionately, softly.
He ran his hands through my hair. After a few minutes, he got up. “On your fours”, he said. I knelt on my fours, like a bitch. He knelt on the sofa and felt my puss with his hand. It was still wet and reeling from the last orgasm. Slowly, he penetrated his hard dick through my puss. “Mmmmm”, I moaned again. This pleasure was unstoppable. He ran his hands all over my back, ticking me. Then, he pushed his hands forward and held both my breasts. He leaned close to my body, close enough to kiss the back of my neck.
Gently, he stroked his penis into mine. “ Aahhhh … aaaahhh”, I was moaning for each stroke. He was squeezing my breasts and pinching my erect nipples. “ Mmmmm …” I was enjoying it. He was doing everything to make me happy. Kissing, fondling and banging. “Harder, baby..”, I told him.
Then, he started stroking me hard and fast. My breasts were dancing in rhythm to his strokes. He held them firmly, pressing them, nudging them. He was biting my shoulder. I knew it wasn’t long before I lost control again. “Mmmm … Aaahhhn” I was yelling now, at the top of my voice. As he was banging me hard and firm, he did something unexpected. He took a hand off my breast and placed it on my clitoris. Shit. This was it.
He was simulating my neck, my shoulders, my breasts, my vagina and my clit at the same time. “Aaaawww …. Mmmmm”, I was going mad. He was riding me like a beast. “Oh fuck me, fuck me like a bitch. I’m yoourss taakee mee”, I yelled to make him go harder. It was a matter of seconds now. “Ohhhhhhh Goooodddd Praaaddddyy !!!!!”, I yelled and detached myself from his dick and collapsed on the sofa. There was my second orgasm.
A jolt of pleasure ripped through my body, my fluids flowing freely now, unstoppable. “Not so soon”, he said and lifted me up and got me kneel on my fours again. “Take it in”, he said and began shoving his cock into me, very hard. My face was red, like an apple. His hands were killing my breasts now, and simultaneously, rubbing my already wet clit. “Pllleeasse stoppp.”, I yelled. In reality, I didn’t want it to stop. He knew it.
He shoved in harder, rubbing my clit vigorously, smearing my fluids all over my vulva. “Ohhh pleaaaasse stop teassiingg”, I begged. I was over the edge again. Tears were rolling out of my eyes. I checked if I was tearing the sofa’s leather coating. I was gripping it so hard, I felt like I was. “Baaabby cum in me. I want you.”, my breasts were dancing out of control. He was jacking me so hard now. I realised he was on the edge too. His grip on my breast tightened. His was grunting now. I wanted it so bad.
A few seconds later, another jolt of unexplainable pleasure hit me. I was in a different world. My legs were weak now. I had my third orgasm and my biggest and most intensive of the day. I wanted to collapse again but he was holding me tight and stroking in.
Then, about a minute later, I felt warmth in my vagina. He had shot in me and immediately collapsed on me. We spent time, kissing softly and hugging each other. I was too weak to even stand. Somehow, I managed to stand up and dress up. He pushed my saree knot down below my belly button. You will walk like this, everyday. He removed my pallu and my blouse. No bras. Leave it here. I loved it, totally. I loved being his bitch. I removed my bra and handed it to him. We kissed again, passionately. “I love you.”, he whispered in my ear. “I love you too”, I whispered back. He guided me out of his cabin.
As I was going out, he asked, “Wanna spend the night with me?” “But how? My husband?”, I asked him. “Tell him you’re on an official trip. Go home now. Pack your bags. We are spending the week together. I was thrilled. I blushed. One week with him. Wow. Before I leave, I wanted to ask him something. “Riya. Do you fuck her?”, I asked. He looked into my eyes. “Yes.”, he said. I felt jealous. He came forward and kissed me. “I love you”, he said. I knew he did. That is why he told Riya about me. I loved him. So much. I went down, eagerly waiting for the whole week I would spend with him…. To be continued. Submit your feedback and comments to
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