Punjabi Desi Aunty Ko Choda Us Ke Ghar Mei
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At 3:30 Mei was on her knees with an old man’s cock in her mouth.
After the lunch break, Mei brought back a Chinese boy with a cough who exuberantly hopped up on the exam room table and was flanked by his father and Mei Chun. Eager for his attention, she leant forward and arched her back a bit, giving Dr. K, who sat on a stool in front of the patient, a look at her tits. They hung in her soft bra, and at the angle she was presenting to him, was meant to raise his blood pressure. The effect was not quite slutty but provocative, given the offer made yesterday.
Mei, when she was Jenny, knew the art of flirting like a tongue knows its teeth, and on an occasion like this, where it was in the person’s own self-interest, she could justify using her old tricks. She knew not to overdue it, that the best tool in the flirter’s toolbox was the simple steady look, not subtle but effective. But it wasn’t time for that yet. Her goal today wasn’t necessarily sex, she simply wanted to reverse the intent of his note yesterday that gently declined her offer. If she could get him thinking about sex, that would be sufficient, nature would do the rest.
This morning she chose a white cotton blouse with pleats along her breasts that made her cleavage show wonderfully (‘Thank you Markéta,’ she thought). At one point, while Dr. K was looking in the boy’s mouth with that little flashlight thing, she stretched and yawned and saw his eyes, first at her breasts, then in her eyes. The wolf look, which shot a squirt of adrenaline into her blood stream, was definitely there.
At 2:45, Judy had gone to use the bathroom so Mei Chun took back another patient, a homeless black woman who was a regular. She loitered around while he examined her.
Dr. K knew what she was up to but was at a loss for what to do. He couldn’t get angry at her and tell her to get back to work. After all, she was being very sweet to care about him and he didn’t want to hurt her feelings. His note had been very clear but she didn’t seem to get the message. She just sat bolt upright in the chair watching him like he was a doctor on a soap opera.
At one point she said, ‘You’re so tender, Dr. K. So warm and sweet. You take such good care of people.’
He gave her a look. ‘Stop tempting me, please,’ his eyes said, yet with a friendly cast at their corners that Mei thought adorable.
When the patient left, he stayed seated, removed his glasses and said, ‘Mei Chun, you did read my note, right?’
She smiled and nodded, holding open her eyes extra wide. ‘That was a sweet note. I wish you let me keep it.’
‘I meant it.’
‘Oh doc, you don’t have to worry, Philip’s on board, we talked about it already.’
He hadn’t anticipated that. What kind of conversation would that have been? What kind of man would let his girlfriend do that? ‘Still…’ he said, pondering what words should come next. But before he was ready, before his fluster could calm, she stood and moved closer to him. He saw the color of her knees beneath her skirt and the veins under the skin at the back of her hand.
‘You’re such a sweet man… and I want a little of that sweetness for myself. Just for a while.’
She put one hand on his right shoulder and saw him look at her chest. Her fingers played through the hair at his ear. His eyes hooded at the caress. He seemed to be like a pine tree just about to topple. Then the handle of the door turned and she spun around to see Judy’s face peek in.
‘Phone call, Dr. K. Can you take it? Hi, Mei Chun, thanks for taking that one.’
‘Sure,’ they simultaneously answered.
What happened next happened quickly. The door swung closed on its automatic hinge, she turned, took a half step to achieve better balance and, because he was so close, the action caused her breasts to press along his chest as he stood. She felt the quivering goodness of a man intimately close and, as though it were the most natural thing, she tilted her head to the right when his face was even with her own, then pressed her lips to his.
Her eyes closed by themselves and she moaned into his mouth.
‘Mmmmm, kissing,’ she thought, ‘… like kissing.’
She felt his large hands grasp her ribs. It was wonderful… for just a moment – until his grasp moved to her arms and clamped down with such force she thought for sure she misjudged the whole thing, that he was furious and going to throw her against the wall for tormenting him. But he returned her kiss with a fervor that startled her, made her head buzz, and started her heart racing.
He broke off just as she started panting, practically lifted her aside and walked out the door. She collapsed into the chair, getting herself together, thinking that perhaps Dr. K wasn’t quite the avuncular old guy she had always assumed him to be.
~~~~~
It was a pharmaceutical sales call but rather than hang up, he used just enough of his brain to keep the account rep talking. ‘If she wants it then fine. I’ll give all I’m worth. Goddamn she is so…, I haven’t seen tits like that since college… I bet she shaves the little… What a… What a sweet little thing. I can’t believe I’m going to do it. God help me…’
He thought about locations. His office was out, too much traffic, an exam room maybe, after a patient left? Just bend her over and… maybe a hotel afterwork? No, it had to be now, before he talked himself out of it and obsessed all night again. Then the perfect place occurred to him. At the end of the long hall there was the old file room. It was used for storing an old heart monitor, empty computer boxes and other junk. ‘No one ever goes in there.’
The saleswoman droned on but he only heard the femininity in her voice while thoughts of the sexy little Asian girl spun and danced in his mind. Those tits, just imagining those tits and hard nipples in his hands, cupped from behind and squeezed, clouded his mind. He put the handset back on the phone, not really aware that he was hanging up on someone. He had to get his mind under control. ‘What would she sound like when I enter her? Would she whine and moan or struggle to keep quiet? Would she press back against me as my cock pushed inside her? Would she struggle with my size as she took me in her mouth?’ He had to give himself one last chance to escape. He looked at the smiling face of his wife in the frame on his desk and felt her gaze. He mentally reached out to her and her words came back to him. ‘Find love again,’ she’d said, ‘don’t deny yourself.’ He took solace in her admonition, but then again he was sure she didn’t have a twenty-year old in mind at the time.
‘Fuck it,’ he said, and got up.
~~~~~
Mei had returned to the front desk, scanning the waiting room for anyone that looked even half Asian. She had long planned on the storage room as the perfect place, even going in and dusting off a table and moving some boxes to make enough room for her to kneel and even get on all fours. And, like magic, as though her thoughts of him drew him to her, she heard his voice down the hall say, ‘Mei Chun, can I see you for a moment?’ She heard the undertone of strain in his voice and knew what was coming.
‘Coming, Dr. K,’ she said. No one seemed to notice the excitement in her tone. She turned the corner, saw him moving briskly down the hallway, his lab coat swinging at his knees, and followed with her heart thumping. She saw him stop before the last door on the left and turn toward her. The look he gave her raised the hairs on the back of her neck.
‘Oh my god, this is going to be good!’ she thought, not without a hue of guilt coloring her blush. She saw him scan behind her and push the door open. Each step she took to catch up reverberated through the sinews of her internal organs. ‘Fuck,’ she muttered under her breath when she saw the look in his eyes. ‘He’s gonna eat me alive.’
The clacking of her heals sounded like the mechanism in one of those slide projector
carousels back in high school. With each step she saw a different reality: herself as Jenny, the hateful manipulator, herself as a child trying to decipher her father’s mood, desperate to earn his attention, herself as Philip’s sex slave, breaking out of her cocoon with each strike of the whip. It was the last image, the liberated Mei Chun, claiming her own happiness through pleasing her man, that froze when his hand grasped her arm above the elbow and pushed her in.
‘God, I love it when a man takes charge,’ she thought as he pushed her inside, turned, closed the door and moved the edge of the desk a few inches to ensure no one would walk in on them. When he turned around she was unbuttoning her blouse. He stood transfixed as her shoulders were bared.
‘I’m so glad, Dr. K,’ she whispered.
‘Call me Alan when we’re doing this,’ he growled.
‘Alan.’
He couldn’t wait a moment longer and moved forward to kiss her again. The ball of her shoulder made a rest for his palm, the naked skin silky and warm. The pinky of his right hand caught in the bra strap that he pushed aside and only when the urge to communicate overcame his need to keep kissing her, did he speak. ‘I hope you know what you’re doing, Mei Chun.’ His large soft hands were ice cold and shaking. ‘… what you’ve been doing to me.’
‘I do, and I want you to get it all out of you. All your stress and sorrow. Just take me and push it all into me.’ She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders, bottom buttons still fastened, and pulled the cups down to her belly. She looked up at him with all the innocent vulnerability she could muster. It wasn’t hard to feign, he was a big man and she felt his hunger, she had an inkling this wasn’t going to be quite what she had expected.
‘They’re very tender.’ She looked down at her hands upon her breasts, squeezed them and felt their heft.
His wordless low grumble seemed to permeate her. It caused her arousal to quiver in sympathetic resonance. His eyes seemed to burn her breasts, his hand on her shoulders compressed, and she felt the first flush of joy at being his powerless object, a notion that she had come to associate with fantastic, emotionally fulfilling sex.
In moments his head was in the nape of her neck, kissing and nuzzling furiously, seeking to get all of her scent and texture in touch with his senses.
‘Mmmm — Alan…’
They snuck up on her, the emotions. She had planned on ignoring them should they arise, but as a warm tongue licked her neck, surrounding lips gently nibbled, fingers gripped flesh, they were too good and too special to be discarded. They were his emotions and they caused her sentiments to surface, feelings that, she now knew, were always there. She had loved Dr. K all this time, from the very first day she started working in this drab clinic, because he treated her better than she thought she was worth. He treated her as though she were smart, capable, empathetic and kind, perhaps in the hope it would rub off. But when, even after getting to know what a sullen little bitch Jenny could be, he just intensified his patriarchal affection. He always had a funny quip, a happy smile and a fatherly confidence in her. She felt love from him, honest-to-god love, from this old man who wanted nothing from her. And it took his hands on her shoulders, his lab coat scraping her nipples and his breath on her neck to understand she loved him. Not in the way she loved Philip, in fact it occurred to her as his lips gently encased her earlobe, that the thought was ridiculous. Philip was power, he was magical like a dragon, able to one minute command her, to reach inside her, to transform her from the appalling, selfish little shit she was into this beautiful angel of mercy. Alan was not Philip, he was… he was a character in a Christmas movie, a loving old guy with a beard. He was a kind of Santa. An old man with rosy cheeks, with fun and smiles for everyone. He was an old man she wanted to get on her knees and blow, one that she wanted to feel come in her mouth.
And now he was panting in her ear, licking her jugular, gripping her ribs with large hands making her feel tiny.
‘What a stupid bitch Jenny was for not seeing how amazing this is,’ she thought as the huff of his breath sent shivers spiraling up her scalp. ‘So good to be helpless. So good to be the delicious snack a man nibbles on until his hunger is too much to stand. I love this, opening myself and letting a man take what he needs from my body.’
But, moments later she remembered, with some regret, that this was supposed to be about him. It was her turn to give and she would have to forgo the pleasure of soaking in his need for the time being. Now, in the few stolen minutes they had together, she would return his kindness with tender affection and lovingly swallow his pent up frustrations and sorrows.
But Dr. K seemed to have other ideas. ‘Mei Chun…’ He moved his hands to her waist which was just right, just good and a perfect counterpoint to his face at her neck. This sweetheart of a man was eating her one mouthful at a time. She felt herself begin to melt like chocolate.
‘Give,’ she thought, ‘give every moment, to be exactly what he needs.’
Meanwhile, Dr. K was doing some thinking of his own. ‘She’s perfect,’ he thought as she cooed for him, ‘perfect young female. Perfect skin. Perfect willing young woman. Perfect… slut.’ The word just popped into his head. Instinctively he rejected it, feeling self-conscious for thinking it. But then he considered again. ‘Slut…’ it had always been an insult that described a woman too enthusiastic for carnal pleasures. However, he hadn’t intended the thought as an insult but as an observation. There were no laudatory words for female sexual enthusiast. So, at least privately, he changed his thinking on the word and tested it again. ‘Sweet little slut.’ And, sure enough, it fit.
Mei felt things change. His patience began to buckle. His face moved right and joined her own. She felt him quiver as his tongue broached her mouth. She couldn’t know that it was his revelation that had caused it. And, had she known his thoughts it would have doubled her arousal.
‘She wants me to see her as a slut. It makes sense now. It does something for her. She actually enjoys being a slut.’ He’d never thought about it before and he felt stupid for not realizing it. Now that he knew it seemed obvious. ‘Why not? Everyone wants to be desired. Billions spent on fashion, billions spent on cosmetics and sexy shoes. Every woman, in one way or another, is a slut, or wants to be, Mei Chun just does something with it.’
‘Oh my… Dr. K.’ She felt herself start to swoon.
‘Alan.’
‘Right, Alan…’ She’s started groping around the front of his pants, looking for his belt buckle. Then she felt something unexpected, something wrong. With a startled lurch her mind shifted and sought an explanation for the growth at his belly. Was it a cyst? A hernia? Some strange injury? ‘No. It can’t be,’ she pulled back and looked down at the hot, naked flesh of his cock jutting past his belt, the eye looking up at her, seeming to shout ‘peek-a-boo!’ A scream caught in her throat, she stepped back in shock and, for a moment, revulsion at the grotesquely large penis looking up at her.
‘Jesus… it’s huge!’ She looked, mouth agape, from his cock to his eyes. ‘It’s huge,’ she said again.
With a bit of concern he said, ‘It’s not that big.’ He could only try and reassure, but it didn’t fool Mei. The truth was, it was big. Beyond big. Of all the dicks she had seen, this one was without equal. It seemed that half was above his belt and it touched the top of his belly button.
‘I’m… uh… it’s… ah… wow! Doctor K!’
‘Alan.’
‘Right, um… Alan. Uh… that’s the…’
‘It’s not that big.’
She tore her eyes away from it and looked him in the eye. ‘This ain’t my first rodeo, Alan, and there is a donkey somewhere wondering who stole his dick.’ Sh
e sunk to her knees and shuffled forward a bit and reached up for his belt. ‘Don’t worry,’ she said slowly, ‘I still think I can take it.’
He looked down on perhaps the best sight of his life, this bare-breasted, thin little Asian girl taking off his belt, unzipping his pants and staring at his cock with wide eyes. When it was free it fell from his body and hit her shoulder with a bounce.
‘Good lord!’ she gasped and thought, ‘Holy motherfucking shit!’
The biggest she had come across was in her first year of college, she couldn’t remember his name. He was black and she thought only black guys had huge ones and even though the guy came in seconds the novelty of it was great. It had to be two inches shorter than this one. She didn’t imagine that they could get this big.
Porn stars were big, she conceded, but she would never meet one, and anyway they used tiny girls and camera tricks to make them look bigger. This one, hot, hard and with both her hands grasping it, was real and it was hers. ‘And it’s been here all the while. That doctor upstairs was such a waste of time.’
Dr. K stood, his slacks at his ankles, the pretty little Mei Chun agog in front of him staring at what had always been his curse. He figured this would happen. That she would see what a monstrosity he hid in his trousers and, when the shock wore off, politely decline. He was about to shuffle back and reach for his pants when she said the most welcome words to enter his ears in a long time. With the grace of an angel she looked up at him, smiled beatifically, and said, ‘I love it! It’s beautiful.’
Up close like this its preposterous dimensions became more evident. She tried to size it up, to make some comparison, but the only thing that came to mind were those hoses under the hood of a car she had in college.
‘How am I going to get my mouth around that? Anal is not gonna happen. How much cum comes out of a cock that big? He could tattoo the Gettysburg Address on this thing.’
‘Mei Chun…’ he tried to snap her out of her reverie but it had no effect.
‘He must have done some crazy experiment in med school, like grafting on some…’
‘Mei Chun?’
She heard him and put aside images of Frankenstein’s monster. It was time for the look. It was instinct. She gazed up at him and found his cock with her mouth.
‘Oh god…’ he sighed.
‘Oh god,’ she thought, and struggled to get her lips past the crown and not scrape his skin with her teeth. She jutted her tongue out and was pleased to feel his underside cuddle in the scoop of her soft flesh. It occurred to her that the head of his dick felt like the prow of a boat. She hummed gently as her tongue slid forward and back, allowing the groove in her softest muscle to stroke the keel of his cock.
‘Maybe I can do this,’ she thought, pushing forward, taking just a bit more in. ‘Eye contact,’ she reminded herself and looked up at him, ‘Philip loves eye contact.’
When she had to catch her breath a minute later she released him, sat back on her calves and stroked him with two spit covered hands. ‘Good god,’ she said, between deep breaths, ‘where have you been hiding this thing?’
‘You’ve got me really… excited, Mei Chun. This might be a bit more… forceful than you’re used to.’
‘It’s ok… I like it rough,’ she said as she took the tip back into her mouth. She felt like she was a mile away from his pubic hair.
‘Good,’ he said, and thrust into her till his cock hit the back of her throat, ‘me too.’
For a few minutes the only sounds were his belt buckle jangling and the sound of her trying to deal with so much cock. She struggled anew with keeping her teeth off of him and getting her mouth to comfortably encompass the whole girth. She wondered how far, even with her newly discovered talents, she could take him down.
She pulled off after a really long, strong mouth fucking to catch her breath. ‘Let me take off my skirt. Seeing my pussy might help you come.’
He stood back, stroking his cock like a porn star trying to keep it hard, and watched her wiggle her ass free. He felt something take hold when her thigh was exposed as the fabric fell.
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