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A hoarse breathing arose from the speaker, as of a man pleasuring himself. "So how're you going to do it?" Mani asked her throatily. As the sliding motion of Gani's fingers further juiced up her cunt, she guessed at her boyfriend's meaning. "How're you going to make it up to me? You're going to be my dirty girl tonight?"

Kriti fought for a response through the pre-orgasmic tension that was tightening her belly. "Yes, sweetheart, I'm going to be your dirty girl. I'm going to make you feel so good."

"Don't be coy, tell him what he wants to hear," Gani muttered in her ear, as his fingers sped up their motion inside her.

Terrified that Mani might overhear, she obliged. "I'm going to ... going to be whatever you want me to be. Whatever kind of slut. You like the sound of that? You want your girl to be a nasty slut?" Mani produced an affirmative groan. "You want me on my knees? What do you want? You want my lips wrapped around your shaft and my hot tongue stroking you? You want me sucking hard on your big fat dick?"

"Oh fuck yes ..." The awe in Mani's voice was accompanied by the unmistakable friction of hand on hard cock.

"And what are you going to do, darling?" Kriti screwed her eyes shut in mortified pleasure, as Gani drew his fingers from her pussy to spread a sheen of moisture over her pulsing clitoris. "You're going to grab my head, force me down hard on your cock? Are you going to make me take it in my throat? 'Cos that's what I want--I want you to really fuck my face!" Gani plunged three digits into the soft pudding of her snatch and held her there firmly, his palm flat against her lower stomach, fingers hooking the hardness of her pubic bone. With his other hand, he tore her left breast free of its gauzy confine and began to paddle it repeatedly with short brisk slaps. Over the phone, Mani was breathing quickly and heavily, the rhythmic beating of his palm on his thick column approaching frantic.

Kriti was suspended between guilty fear and sweating arousal. The degree of her treachery appalled her. She despised Gani for bringing her to this, yet she had never felt so excited in her life--by the image of her boyfriend's masturbatory frenzy, the brutality promised by Gani's cock and the terror of being caught out. She had to get her boyfriend off and end both the call and this dreadful, exquisite tension. "You want that, Mani?" she persisted. "You want to empty your balls down my tight throat?"

"Oh god--I don't want to come, I want to save it for later on ..." She could hear him slowing down his pumping rhythm and panicked.

"No, sweetheart, don't stop! Let me hear you come. There'll be plenty left for later. Come on, think about how you're going to fuck me tonight ..." Her words had the desired effect, Mani setting about himself with renewed enthusiasm. All the while Gani massaged her swimming cunt, his other hand releasing its hold on her breast and digging down somewhere behind her back. She felt him tearing at the front of his trousers and her fear and excitement spiked together. He was about to release that great straining organ.

She tried, in spite of all distraction, to concentrate on talking Mani over the edge. "I want you to fuck me hard, to bend me any way you like and then stick it inside me. Will you do that? Will you make me take it?"

Gani was dragging his trousers and underwear away from himself, still playing freely with her pussy. What--was her boss intending to do her while she was still on the phone?

"God, I'll make you fucking take it," Mani was grunting, his voice constricted by sheer force of desire. "You're going to feel my fucking cock tonight ..."

"That's what I want, baby, that's what I want." Oh shit, oh shit, she was going to come, she was going to come so hard ... But she mustn't, not yet. She could not let go that final shred of control. Hold back, hold back ... Oh god, this was fucking overwhelming …

It was Gani who saved her, withdrawing his fingers from her when she was teetering on the orgasmic verge. She managed to rein herself in, just before he grabbed her right hand and slapped it to his exposed manhood. She almost screamed aloud in astonishment. In all her life she had never felt anything like this--its awe-inspiring length, its girth, its implacable hardness. A huge edifice of rigid fuck-meat that towered up his stomach beyond his navel, an edifice that was soon, she knew, to give her the cunt-stretching of her life. "Oh god, your cock ... Your cock ..."

"It's all for you, babe, all for you," Mani grated. "You going to give me your special love tonight?"

"What?" Kriti was floundering, what with her introduction to the huge proportions of Gani's sex. "Yes, yes, anything you want."

"Let me hear you say it," Mani urged. "Tell me you want it."

He was close, she knew, and this would finish him off, but to say it with her hand wrapped around that huge shaft threatened to blow her mind. "When you're done fucking my pussy, babe, I want you to bend me over the bed and ram that beautiful cock of yours up right up my ... right up my ..." The implications overwhelmed her. Yes, Mani's cock was beautiful--capable of leaving any hole sore and satisfied. But it was not in the same league as the specimen over which she was currently running her hand. She could not even complete her intended sentiment. For Mani, however, the implication sufficed.

"Oh god--oh god--oh god ... Ohhhh!" She could picture him so clearly in his rapture. His body would be convulsing crazily on the sofa, as his cock jettisoned streams of cum onto his stomach, fist clenched hard to his pulsing cock-head as he pumped out the final spurts. "Oh my god ..." Gradually he panted back to normality. "Fucking hell, that was amazing."

Kriti did not intend to prolong the communication. She retained a dread that Gani might expose her situation to the oblivious third member of their threesome, but she also had lust sizzling in her veins and craved full access to that massive dick, the one her hand was now actively stroking. The dislike she felt for her boss, however intense, was outstripped by her need to fuck him. To have that cock inside her. "Well you go sort out the restaurant, sweetheart, and think about getting the real thing later on tonight," she breathed to her boyfriend. "Kiss kiss." She made a lunge for the speakerphone button with the hand unconnected to Gani's organ and cut the conversation dead.

There. Alone at last. Now time to give this bastard seducer her full attention.

Kriti turned and threw herself on Gani, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and grasping the shaft of his prick, so she could explore its thick solidity to the full. His tongue quickly overpowered hers, mouth bearing down on her, while one powerful hand gripped the back of her head and crushed her face to his. She could feel the pulse of life in his cock as she ran her fingers over its dome, before plunging her hand all the way down its fabulous thick-veined trunk to cup the heavy, shaved balls in her palm.

He was wrenching her dress down to her waist now, tearing at the back fastening of her bra so he could rip the garment away from her tits and grope them unimpeded. It occurred to her that this man had probably fucked more pussy in his life than he could remember--that he should not be allowed to inveigle his cock inside her body, after it had drilled so many other wet female holes. She knew there was another man waiting for her--caring, appreciative, as respectful as he was horny--who had a right to her company and her throbbing sex that evening.

And yet she felt the overriding urge to give herself to Gani completely, let him do whatever the hell he pleased with her body. She wanted to be a really hot fuck for him, one he would remember and jerk off to on future nights. So she wanked that giant prick heatedly, her fingers not quite fitting around it, until his lust blazed out of control. Then he threw her back onto his desk, sinking his face into the flesh of her left breast and sucking up her erect nipple between his teeth.

"Fuck!" She cried out in shocked response. He left plucking at her breast with his mouth and buried any further protests she might have made beneath another aggressive kiss. Her tongue thrashed vainly under assault from his. Then he released her mouth and slid all the way to his knees, raking his hands over the curves of her body as he did so. Blood hammered in her temples and sweat pricked her neck, as he gathered the skirt of her dress around her waist and took hold of the soaking fabric that lay beneath. With one swift and powerful movement of his hands he shredded her knickers, tearing them utterly free of her ass. The ruined material he tossed away, flicking his tongue over her exposed mound as he did, before burying his face in the juices of her cunt.

She cried out a second time as his tongue stretched to its root, fucking its way deep into her pussy, while his hands moulded tightly to her buttocks' generous flesh. She fell back onto the desk, kneading her tits and tugging at her hard bottle-top nipples, as an exquisite tension built up in her loins and lower stomach. Before she knew, he had risen again, his tongue replaced in her snatch with two rapidly plunging fingers, his mouth hard on hers once more, smothering her in the flavor of her own juice.

Oh god, here it came, the orgasm she had been so close to on the phone. The tension broke and great spasms ripped through the muscles of her belly, as her already drenched pussy gushed all over Gani's furiously frigging hand. Her hips bucked wildly, so that her fleshly cushioned ass-cheeks jammed repeatedly against the edge of the mahogany desk. Gani broke his lock on her mouth so she could scream--"Oh-oh-oh-FUCK!" --as the orgasm tore its way through her body and her pussy continued to spray its fluids over his palm. Her ass was still juddering against the desk when he removed his fingers from her cunt and smeared them all over her face, no doubt further adding to the defacement of her running mascara.

"Oh yes, Kriti, you really are the hot bitch I was hoping for," he said in her face, his lips curled into a savage smile. "Come with me." He had gathered up the folds of her dress in one hand, crushed as they were around her waist, and with a firm hold on them he dragged her away from the desk before her orgasm had shuddered free of her body. She stumbled in her heels and tried to correct herself, but Gani slapped his hand to her shoulder and shoved her to the thick-carpeted floor, so that she stared at his tremendous erection. God, that fucker stretched the full nine inches.

"Right, Kriti," he rasped. "Show me how you suck your boyfriend's cock."

Her lips had already been parted to take on the proposition of his dick's bulging head, but at his words she held back, stung by a new pang of guilt. She could feel Mani's necklace bouncing softly against her naked breasts and instinctively made to remove it.

 

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"No, leave it on," Gani said instantly, a cruel knowingness in his voice. "Lover-boy buy it for you?" Her face gave away too much. She could see him smile victoriously at her wordless reaction. "Then I definitely want you wearing it while I fuck you. Go on, let's see how you use that mouth of yours."

Gani's cock loomed over Kriti, but she focused past it briefly to stare its owner in the face. "You're a bastard," she breathed, the end of the rearing column almost brushing her lips.

"And you're whoring your way to a job," Gani replied evenly, "so let's not judge each other. Now suck my cock, or I'll fucking make you suck it."

Her dislike of him intensified, but so did her desire to taste the ridged monster that swayed before her face. Opening wide her lips she breathed in the head, her pussy lubricating anew as its pulsing heat filled her mouth. She found it more difficult than usual to explore the cock's surface--never before had she contended with this type of girth--but she slithered her tongue over the veiny contours as best she could and heard Gani's breathing quicken as she applied herself. She was aware of him calmly removing his shirt--eager, however cool his pretense, for further action.

This was what she wanted--for him to acknowledge through his deeds if not his words how good she was. To know how great Mani got it any time he asked, while Mr Gani would experience the delights of her bobbing head only this once. She inhaled his thickness into the back of her mouth, sucking on him insistently while pumping the base of his shaft with one tightly gripping hand. Her tongue wriggled out and lapped at the underside of the organ, allowing a trickle of drool to spill its way towards his balls.

"Nice," Gani said, an unmistakable growl in his voice. "I like your work, Kriti. But please, no hands." He took hold of her wrist and plucked her fingers away from his shaft. Then he seized her by the hair and pulled her down on to him, so that he filled her to the throat. She gagged on his sheer size. For the first time since she had gone down on a boyfriend in the back of his car as a callow teen, she was having trouble sucking dick. Swiftly she withdrew, swallowing down the onset of nausea, thick saliva trailing between her lips and Gani's cock.

"Having trouble?" He reached down and heaved her bodily from the floor as she gasped, the spit still hanging from her lips. "Now I thought an experienced girl like you could cope with anything. Let's try it a different way." He pulled free of the trousers and shorts that had gathered around the bottom of his legs; then with startling strength he whirled her near-naked body around and propelled her backwards through the office. She had a brief sense of this iron man bearing down on her with a wolf-like intensity, as she stumbled in high-heeled reverse. Then her calves met an obstruction and she tumbled backwards onto a dark leather sofa.

"No, not like that." Gani took hold of her by shoulder and thigh and began to haul her down onto the sofa bottom. "Come on, hang your head over the edge. Let's get a decent shot at goal. This is where you earn yourself that job." She realized what he was intending and although it panicked her, she struggled around, draping herself upside-down, so that her head hung backwards off the sofa cushions. Mani's necklace slipped down her neck, the pendant ending up resting on her chin. "Now not every girl's throat is ready to take me to the balls, Kriti," her boss said, determination in his voice as he knelt down astride her. His spit-shined erection hovered above her face. "But I've a feeling yours will be one of the few. Open wide."

Kriti was perfectly placed for Gani to insert himself fully and her heart pounded in expectation. She let her mouth gape and concentrated on breathing through her nose, as Gani fitted the glans between her teeth and began to slide his thick length inside her, hands clamping on either side of her head to keep everything in place. Staring from her unique vantage point she had a close-up view of his shaft as it made its inexorable passage, like a vast ship docking in her throat. That or she was a sword-swallower, about to sheath this mighty male weapon all the way down to her stomach. For a moment she thought she was going to gag again, as he eased himself beyond the root of her tongue. Then with a sudden thrust he buried the rest of his inches, jamming his cock-head deep into her gullet. He held himself there, iron thighs clutching either side of her head, swollen balls tight against her face.

She tried to focus on nose-breathing, mouth and throat crammed as they were with hard cock. God, she could feel Gani's spare inches right there, stuffed down her fucking neck. The intensity of the moment all but overwhelmed her. "That's it, girl." She could tell he was speaking through clenched teeth. "Hold it there ... Hold it there ..." He withdrew rapidly, dislodging that great length of man-flesh from the tight ravine in a single move. A viscous web of saliva trailed from her mouth after his dick, great looping strands breaking and splatting on to her eyes and forehead. "Nice and juicy," he said with breathy satisfaction. "That's a pretty sight." Then he raised Kriti's head and rubbed his wet cock all over her face. "Plus it'll make things easier." Before she could prepare herself, he lowered her head again, plunged himself back inside to the balls and started to throat-fuck her in earnest.

"Oh yes, oh fuck yes, that's the fucking business," he groaned, clutching her tits in great handfuls and pumping rapidly in and out of her saliva-lubricated gorge. She could hear the obscene noises of wet suction his dick was making in her throat, as his vigorous thrusting stretched her vocal tract wide. God ... was this how he treated all his conquests? Fucker--filthy horny …

"Ohhh--fuck!" His enjoyment was fierce as he pulled out, before re-inserting himself in the same uncompromising fashion as before. "This is what it's all about, Kriti," he said in a kind of ecstatic snarl. "Fucking a throat like it's a tight - wet - cunt!" He thrust savagely on the last three words, his ball-sac slapping into her nose each time; then he extracted himself, his shaft draping her face in another net of drool as it emerged from her mouth's slimy tunnel.

She lay, sucking in air and waiting for the next crazed oral penetration, alarmed yet wildly aroused by Gani's mastery of her body. Instead she was taken under the armpits and wrenched upwards from her inverted position. "Okay," her uncompromising seducer said, dragging her onto her feet. "Now I really have to stick it in your cunt." He seized her by the wrists and lay down on the sofa, dragging her with him. His cock was bobbing upright between them, a great, glistening spear of flesh, ready to shaft once more into her wetness. "Go on, sit your pussy down on it and ride me like you do lover-boy."

"God, you're a fucking bastard," she snarled, but she squatted above his erection nonetheless, slotting the bulging head between her sopping cunt-lips. There was no way she was missing out on this. She let gravity take her, sinking down in a slow self-impalement on the thick pole. His girth stretched her soft, wet walls and gradually his length filled her up the way Mani did, only with additional inches at the base still to be thrust inside. She could take him though--she could take this greedy, arrogant pig and fuck the breath out of his lungs. Work him with the best pussy he'd ever had.

He was immense inside her, scarily so, but she wouldn't let him see the fear. She took a moment to adjust to all that hard dick, then planting her hands on his broad chest and tensing her thighs, she began to grind her cunt up and down his shaft's slippery surface, biting her lower lip and staring defiance. "What do you want? This what your cock's been waiting for? Well, enjoy it. 'Lover-boy' gets it any time he damn well asks, you've got it for one night."

Gani returned her stare, wearing a look of contained pleasure as she pumped herself evenly on him. "Oh don't you worry, sweetheart, I'll make the most of it," he breathed. "Now fuck me like you mean it."

The calmness of his words stung her and immediately she quickened her pace, slapping herself harder onto him so that more of his length plunged into her squishing depths. Hell, he was huge, but she could do this thing. "Bastard, I'll fuck the living shit out of you." Her fingernails dug into his pectoral muscles as she raised herself high up the walls of his shaft, then drove back down again, submerging as much of his column as she could in the hot flesh of her cunt. Perspiration was on his face and his breath quickened. Beneath her his groin responded instinctively to the urgent rhythm of her pussy, thrusting in time, and she loved it. For all his experience, she would show this self-satisfied prick what it meant to get fucked.

"Go on Kriti, that's it--show me how much you want that job," he said, slapping his hands to her ample thighs and pulling her down from her squat, so that she sat her full weight on his spear member.

"Fuck! Oh my god!" Finally she was penetrated by his full length. Never before had so much throbbing meat been packed up inside her, but adrenalin was surging through her and by God she would show him she was ready for it, for all he had to give. With Gani still supporting her thighs she began to slam determinedly, dementedly on his cock, the Manied ends of her hair dancing round her sweat-bathed neck and shoulders, her tits bouncing extravagantly before his gaze, while her boyfriend's necklace danced about their surface. She was taking the full length of his weapon every time she landed now and from his burning stare it was clear he fucking loved it. Loved the way it made his cock feel …

Yes, and loved knowing that he was filling her utterly, like she'd never been filled to this night. Bastard--he knew how much she was getting off on it. There was no denying how exciting this was, riding the granite-hard dick of this self-serving shitheel, pounding herself on his great steel erection and fucking her way to a better job in the process. Oh god, oh god, oh fuck ... She was going to come again. She slapped her hand to her engorged clitoris and began to work it, even as she drove herself repeatedly onto him. The climax was almost instantaneous, a mighty rippling surge that shuddered its way from her cramped belly to all the extremities of her body, making her thrash and scream as it did so.

Gani grabbed her upper body and pulled her down to him while she was still in her orgasmic throes, so he could suck hungrily on her lust-engorged nipples. Then as if driven by some fierce inner compulsion he pulled her over him, so that she slid all the way off his cock. She tumbled forward, butting her head on the sofa's soft arm, while Gani extricated himself from under her perspiring body. He was behind her in an instant, heaving her ass into his desired position and shoving her thighs apart, so he could penetrate her swiftly and lustily from behind. It all happened in an instant--emptied, up-ended and filled all over again.

Now he was in control, screwing her with deliberate, full-blooded strokes, each of which accessed her moist inner recesses and made her scream with pleasure. No one had ever made such demands on her pussy before. she was going to feel this later, but for now it suited her well, having her cunt hammered by this most dominant of bosses.

Gani was speeding up his rhythm, grunting intensely on each thrust, when he stopped and pulled out completely. What, was he done, about to spurt all over her ass? Relief and disappointment were dawning on her together, before he grabbed her hair and the crumpled dress-folds and hauled her off the sofa. "Come with me." His eyes were alive with intent, as he wound his hand around the thick yellow strand that girdled her and propelled her tottering across the floor. Where the fuck was he taking her now?

He steered her to his desk, then on a seeming afterthought dragged her beyond it to where the photocopier hummed. "Hop on top," he said with a burst of almost boyish enthusiasm, and he flipped up the copier lid. "Go on, sit on it and spread your legs." So enthralled was she by the moment's raw excitement, that she did what she was told and hoisted herself onto the machine, splaying the folds of her cunt on the cold glass surface. "A memento," he said, grinning as he stabbed at the controls.

"You dirty fucker," Kriti panted, as the copier flashed its path beneath her, capturing all the intimacy of her wet sex.

"And that's how you like it, right, Kriti?" he said, with a glance that dared her to deny it. "Now get up on the desk. I want some of that 'special love'." She felt a flutter of trepidation in her stomach, as his meaning struck her. "You heard me, Kriti. If your boyfriend gets it, then so do I. Stick that ass in the air for me and spread those cheeks. I'm coming in."

Oh sweet God ...

He was back to his hands-on approach, rolling her body from the copier straight onto the desk, urging her back into the hands-and-knees position she had been made to adopt on the sofa. She knew what was on the way as he manhandled her into place and her anal muscles spasmed at the thought. How the hell was she going to manage this?

 

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Kriti waited in position, heart thumping, as Gani went in search of something behind his desk. "Here it is." He rose up, brandishing a transparent plastic bottle. Had he brought this in especially, or did he keep it there all the time? She could hear him flicking open the cap as he disappeared behind her. With one hand he pried her ass cheeks apart, then a gush of warm oil flooded the cleft between them. Gani immediately plunged not one but two fingers into her anus, causing her to yelp as he worked his choice of lubricant up her surprised hole.

"Still nice and tight," he observed, as he set about his task. "And I'll bet this ass has seen some action, am I right?" Before she could even think of a response to his filthy flourish, he removed his two digits and yanked her own hand back towards her rump. "Go on," he said, directing another liberal squirt of the silky liquid down her bum-crack. "Let me see you work that lube in. Hurry up, I'm not going to wait long and I'm not going to spare you."

Oh my god. He sounded like he meant it, so she inserted two manicured fingers where Gani had so recently been delving and massaged herself in preparation for the imminent invasion. In the corner of her vision she could see her boss emptying the satin fluid over his standing cock and masturbating himself until he was slick with the stuff right down to his balls. Then he clambered onto the desk behind her, radiating a formidable sense of purpose. Holy shit ... Oh, holy shit ... Her mind filled with a white noise of anxiety and excitement.

"I've been waiting to do this from your first day," he told her, sliding his palms over her buttocks and squeezing their flesh in his fists like he was kneading twin loaves. "From the first time I saw that meaty ass straining against your skirt." He maneuvered his way into a crouch behind her, then he parted her cheeks and pressed that huge, pumped-up spearhead against her oily asshole. "You know that feeling, Kriti, you're about to act out something you've only imagined, and you wonder if it'll be quite as delicious as the dream?"

Kriti clutched the edge of the desk and tensed her body to receive him. Her spongy rear-opening started to yield, as he applied pressure with that colossal rod. "Just fucking do it." Gani tightened his grip on her upper thighs and sank the first of his cock into her ass, uttering a primitive grunt as he did so.

"Oh!" An electrical surge ran through her as her rectal tunnel was prised wide. "Oh shit ... Oh shit ..."

Gani's fingers clamped harder into the flesh of her thighs; he retained his momentum, sliding further thick inches into her yielding hole. "That's it, you can take it, you can take it no fucking problem," he was muttering, holding her fast and embedding what was surely a good half of his length up her ass. Kriti clutched the desk till it felt like the varnish would melt under her fingers; her sweating forehead dropped onto the glass of the photocopier and she clenched her teeth, as her anal endurance was put to the test. Gani held himself still for a moment, as if taking time to savor his new situation, then he moved on her again, slow at first, but building up a steady humping motion on her rear, lodging himself a little deeper on each stroke.

"Oh - oh - oh -" The moans were escaping from her mouth scarcely without her realizing. Her anal entrance was still tight, whoever might have been lodged up there in the past on various occasions, and Gani felt huge inside her, like he could break her body if he chose. She could hear his breathing, ragged now as he further upped his pace, sawing his cock in and out of her with growing rapidity, shunting her back and forth so that her dangling necklace rattled accusingly on the desktop beneath her. "Oh God - you're so big ..." The unintended compliment was out of her mouth before she could stop it, but she wasn't telling him anything he didn't already know. "You're so fucking big ..."

Gani upped his thrusting another notch, but she could tell he was still pacing himself. He was driving hard--filling her, dominating her--but she knew he was still holding back and the thought was as scary as it was thrilling. "Funny," he panted, not breaking his stroke, "that's word for word what young Jacinda from accounts said, when I fucked her ass last month."

He delivered a particularly hard and diverting thrust into her hole, but Kriti had still room to be taken aback by his revelation. So he hadn't been quite the paragon of monogamy recently that he had suggested himself to be. "Oh - oh - oh god -" She tried to thread a sentence together through the continued anal shafting. "You -- Fuck -- You set her up with - with a job too?"

"I told her I was going to," he said, his length searching deep into her rectum. "The same job I discussed with you. And she swallowed it hook, line and sinker just like you did."

"What? You ..." The shock of his revelation competed with the near-overpowering sensation of his dick inside her. "There's no ...?"

"Oh there was a job months ago," Gani said, shafting lustily. "But by now the position's as filled as your rear passage." Kriti's rage was as fierce as it was powerless. She struggled against Gani's grip, but his strong hands and steel torso had complete control of her. His voice was steely as well. "You know I thought you'd be a bit less naïve than her, Kriti. This was never about any job. This is about my cock ..." His grip tightened. "... And your ass."

With one bulldozing thrust he rammed himself inside her to the balls.

The sheer force of his groin ripped her hands from the desk's edge and knocked her howling forward, so that her ample chest slapped onto the surface of the copier. Gani was right there, his naked brawn virtually on top of her. All restraint was gone now and he power-fucked her ass, so that his immense organ buried itself to the hilt on every stroke. Her fingers scrabbled for purchase on the copier, but she only succeeded in hitting the repeat-copy control; the machine rolled into action beneath her and began to flash repeatedly on its back and forth journey, copying and printing multiple images of her compressed tits as she lay there being mercilessly slammed. She screamed, half in fury, half at the sheer force with which she was being sodomized. Gani was grunting, loud and barbaric on each stroke, his sweat dripping onto her back. Never had she been screwed with such uncompromising lustfulness as now; each thrust of his cock felt like it was spearing her right to her center.

"You bastard!" she howled, in the midst of his crazed fuck-fury. "You fucking lying son-of-a-bitch! I'm going to fucking kill you, you ... fmmff!!!" Gani had seized the sodden scrap of her panties from where they landed on the top of the desk and stuffed them into her screaming mouth.

He grabbed her upper arms, hauled her off the copier and reamed her even harder, ignoring her muffled protests.

"That's enough, girl--shut up and take it. Take what you're fucking given and enjoy it. And if you spit those knickers out I'll phone your fucking boyfriend and let him know you're here, I shit you not." There was a growling, pre-orgasmic urgency in his voice and a further intensification of his bruising, body-jarring dick-strokes. He knew he was ready to climax and he let her know it as well. "Oh fuck, that's good ... Oh shit, that's fucking intense ... Squeeze my cock, squeeze it hard ..."

Kriti's senses were too blurred to take in the command the first time around. "Squeeze my cock with your ass, bitch!" He let go of her right arm and whacked her hard on the flank. She gave a stifled squeal in response. That must surely have left a bold red handprint. She was loathe to do anything to enhance his pleasure further, but that hard palm cracked urgently against her stinging ass cheek twice more and she reconsidered. "Do it, do it fucking now! Use that ass!" Finally she gave him what he wanted, her sphincter muscle tightening around Gani's buried shaft. "Harder!" he raged, and he slapped her smarting rump with increased verve. "Let me feel that fucking whore-ass of yours!" She clenched his ravaging pole with all the strength she had left, just as he peaked. "Oh fuck - fuck - fucking shit!!!" He clawed his hands to her tits and pulled their sweating bodies tight together, as he came.

Kriti could feel his pelvis spasming hard against her ass, as somewhere way up inside her, his cock spurted its huge, hot load. Their bodies remained molded together, glued by sweat, as Gani expelled every last shot of cum from his balls, growling obscenity all the way. The thrusting motion slowly abated and he melted from her, sliding his great, spent length from her abused hole. She fell forward, physically and emotionally wrung, and, slumping back onto the copier, finally dared to spit the panty-ball from her mouth.

For some minutes she rested her head wearily on the hard surface, allowing a strand of drool to run from her mouth and pool on the glass. She could hear Gani moving around the room--refreshing himself from the water dispenser in the corner and pulling on his clothes. He appeared beside her moments later, as she knelt nude and aching on the edge of his desk, proffering her a paper cup full of water. "Well that's you warmed up for lover-boy," he said mildly.

She smacked his hand away, knocking the water around his face and neck. "Bastard," she scowled, face burning with fury and humiliation. "Bloody lying bastard. I ought to fucking kill you."

Gani looked at her impassively for a moment, then turned away to pick up his briefcase. "Face it, Kriti," he said. "You wanted that as much as I did. I simply gave you a little extra motivation to see it through." She glowered at him in speechless rage as he strolled past her, picking up the remnants of her knickers and using them to mop up the smears she had left on the surface of the copier. Insouciantly he slipped the soiled item into his pocket. She continued to watch him through the Manied tangle of hair that had fallen about her face, as he picked up the sheaf of anatomical prints from the machine's out-tray, folded them and deposited the whole batch in his case.

He turned to her before making for the door. "Look at it this way. You proved to yourself how much you wanted that job, even if it didn't really exist. That knowledge will stand by you when a real opportunity comes along. You know what you're prepared to do. I'll let you see yourself out." At the door he paused again. "Try to resist any urge to damage the place in my absence. I'm sure you wouldn't want your boyfriend finding out about our little party. Enjoy your weekend, Kriti. I know mine's off to a great start."

She stared as he strolled from the office, humiliation, rage and guilt vying within her for supremacy. Guilt clinched it and she clambered painfully from her perch on the desk to deal with the Mani situation, his necklace tumbling back down between her sweating tits. Gani's cum was oozing from inside her and slithering down her thighs.

"Ow!" Her asshole felt like it had been assaulted with a fucking baseball bat. Fearful of the newly unlocked door and the possibility of a stray cleaning-staff member, she pulled the wreckage of her dress back into place from around her midriff. The shame of a pointless betrayal flamed within her and the thought of having her sweating, well-fucked body exposed to anyone else was more than she could bear. She finished her mobile from her bag, but it took some minutes of staring vacantly at the keypad, before she could bring herself to type in her boyfriend's number. The phone rang and he answered almost immediately.

"Hi," Mani drawled, the syllable saturated with lust. "Got your phone working again, then."

"What? Oh, yes," Kriti responded distractedly. "I - My charger was in my bag all along. I - I got the car sorted out, the RAC guys have just left, so I'll be home in a while."

"Why don't you come straight to mine?" The tone suggested he was not intent on wasting much time on supper.

Kriti clutched her hand to her aching rear. It had occurred to her that the over-the-phone ball-draining she had provided earlier might have diffused his ardor, but this was very obviously not the case. "No sweetheart, I'm a mess," she said truthfully. "Give me a while to get changed and scrubbed up." Get that bastard's scent off me.

"You still as horny as earlier?" Mani asked huskily.

"Oh yes," she said, adopting a similar tone, but subsiding listlessly against the office desk with a sinking heart.

"'Cos after that last call I'm ready to go all night. I'm going to give you a birthday fucking you'll never forget. Including some of that special love."

"Oh baby," Kriti mourned, as she clenched her fiercely buggered asshole and contemplated a long, bruising night, one that would punish her secret crime all over again. "I - I - I can't wait."

The End

 

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#Aakanksha Singh

 

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It was after 1 year of their marriage, I visited them. My brother Ravi was employed by a telecommunications company and his job took him all around the country. Here recently his job had even taken him out of the country once or twice. Aakanksha is 31 year old and is very petite. She stands maybe 5′ 6” tall and I seriously doubt if she weighs more than 50 kgs. I walked into the kitchen and Aakanksha was just putting a big pot on the table. Ravi came in and opened the fridge. Ravi came and we ate. I felt a little uncomfortable. I knew that it was all in my head. Almost as if he were reading my mind, Ravi said, “ she knows that whatever I have is her. She doesn't have to worry about living here.

I responded by again thanking them. Ravi said that was cool, but he wanted me to feel comfortable and not to worry . Dinner went on and I relaxed. Ravi was excited about his next assignment. He was going to get to go to Italy and would be gone for a month. Ravi left for the airport and I crashed out. The next morning as I got out of the shower Aakanksha called down, asking if she could come down? I told her to hold on a second and threw on a pair of gym shorts. She came down the stairs dressed in a business outfit. She had on a silky blouse, a fairly tight, fairly short black skirt and black – I think she called them- pumps. Like I said, I had never really checked her out before, but I had to admit, she looked good in the outfit!

I asked her, “What’s up?”

She told me that she was going to work and did I know what time I was going to be home?

“Aakanksha, is something wrong?”

All of a sudden she burst out into tears! It was not anything that I had expected and I didn't know what to do! I reached out and grabbed her arms and tried to make eye contact. Again, I repeated, “Aakanksha what’s wrong?” She replied through the tears that she hadn’t told me the full story about the guy next door, but that she didn’t have time to talk right now, that she had to go to work. Could I be home when she got home at 6? I told her that I could and she turned and left. At about 6:10 I heard Aakanksha’s car. I came into the kitchen to greet her. “Hey there! So, how was her day?”

“Oh, it was okay. How was her?”

We made small talk for a second and she excused herself to change out of her work clothes.

A couple of minutes later Aakanksha came out of her bedroom in an outfit that was every bit as casual as mine. She was wearing a pair of cut-off sweatpants. They clung tightly to her ass and I swear I could make out the outline of her pussy through the material! She too had changed into a tank top and it was obvious that she didn’t have a bra on because I could make out the outline of her nipples through the material.

“can I be totally honest with her?” I said yes I won’t even tell Ravi what you're going to tell me ok. Her promise?” She repeated herself as I sat there thinking.”Yeah, I promise!

Ravi is gay . Bi and probably more into guys than into women. I’m sorry to have to tell her this!” She kind of fell forward into my arms sobbing the entire time. I held her as she cried into my chest. It was probably a minute or so before she spoke again. This time she was so quiet that I didn’t really hear her. I could not control my feelings and she said, she was human after all, wasn’t she? I found myself feeling more sorry for her. I just held her as she cried into my chest.

After a couple of minutes she regained her composure and pulled back from me. Her face was red and puffy. Her makeup had run. She sniffed a couple of times before asking me, “So, does she see my problem?” We sat there in the dark; the only light illuminating the room came from the streetlight outside the window. It was muted by the window dressings. I was tired, but still noticed how that light made Aakanksha’s face look like that of an angel. She then brought her fingertips to my face. I didn’t know what was running through her mind, but I did know that she was beautiful and that her fingers touching my face were sending a shiver down my spine. Before I could stop her she kissed me full on the lips. She got up and went to her room. I went to my room and laid down on my air mattress and berated myself until I fell asleep.

When I awoke, I ran the events of the previous day through my mind. I noticed movement at the foot of the stairwell. It was Aakanksha. She took a couple of tiny steps into the room and stopped. She had the shorts and tee shirt that she had been wearing the night before. She asked me if I was okay. I told her that I was and was going to tell her that I was moving when she interrupted me.

I asked her if I could be alone. She said okay and went back upstairs. I thought about going into work, but decided I wasn’t up to it. I lay back down and tried to calm myself. A few minutes later I got up and called in sick. I then took a shower and figured that by the time that I was out that Aakanksha would have left for work.

After my shower I threw a pair of gym shorts on and laid back down. Again, my thoughts went back to the night before. About kissing Aakanksha. I rationalized that she had started it. But no, I wasn’t blameless. I wanted it. She looked so beautiful in that subdued light. I don’t know? Maybe it was all of the adrenaline that had run through my system. As I laid there thinking, I again noticed movement in my room.

I looked up and there she was. “Jai, we need to talk.”

“I don’t know Aakanksha, I’m pretty confused.”

She came over and sat down on the side of my air mattress and said, “Jai, Aren’t she mad at me?”

She looked at me and said, she bent into me and kissed me on the lips again.

I broke away from her, stood up and said, “Aakanksha, I can’t do this!

Aakanksha got up and smiled a sad smile, said “Okay.” And left the room.

After a while I went to her room. I could see that the Aakanksha room was open and I could see her lying with her back to the door. I listened to see if I could hear if she was asleep and I heard her crying.

I went to her. “Aakanksha, can I come in?

She rolled over and faced me. I sat on the edge of her bed and told her that I was sorry.

She said, “No, I’m sorry Jai. I’m sorry that I put her in that position. I just want someone to hold me!”

I told her that I understood. She said, “Jai, don’t worry about it. I can see that she is uncomfortable with the idea and I don’t want to force her into anything, but can she do me one favor?

I said, “What’s that?”

Can she lay with me?

I said, “Yes” and crawled in her bed next to her.

“Hold me”

I put my arms around her and pulled her towards me into a spoon.

She mewed, “that feels nice!”

I had to admit it did feel nice!

We laid there for quite some time. Eventually, I fell asleep, as did she. When we awoke, it was dusk. She rolled over and smiled at me. “Is she alright?”

I said, “yes, and her?”

“I’m okay.” She smiled as she said it and brought her fingertips to my face again. Again, her touch sent a shiver down my spine. She started to say something, but I brought my finger to her lips and shredded her.

As she was looking at me, I brought my lips to hers and kissed her. I reach out to her and take her hand. Our fingers intertwined. The first kiss is on her neck, the second on her collarbone, the third kiss finds her exposed cleavage and gives a hint of the low cut bra she has worn . The next finds the top of her belly, the fifth her bellybutton. The last kiss finds the space just above the top of her short as I linger there, smelling her arousal.

“No one has ever done this to me before, Jai. It feels so wonderful. I stand up and kiss her again, slowly parting her lips with my tongue. I step toward her and slide my hands up on her shoulders, sliding the blouse down her arms . Her bra is doing little to contain her breasts as they struggle to stay confined. I use my hands to slide the straps down her arms. She bent her elbows and the straps were free and she started to reach behind her.

“No, dear,” I whispered, almost pleading with her. “Let me.”

 

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My arms follow her and my fingers find her clasp. I lean forward and kiss her neck as I momentarily fumble, like all men do, with the hooks that hide her from me. As I move my kisses up her neck to ears, I finally succeed and the bra slides slowly down between us.

My kisses travel down her chest as I plant kiss after kiss along my trail. My hands slowly circle in front of her until I feel her warm breasts taking one in each hand, my palms feeling the hardness of her nipples against them. With a gentle push, I move them together and move my kisses between them. I can feel her breathing increase as I start to use my tongue to trace small paths along her skin. With a slight turn of my head, I replace the hand covering her nipple with my lips… Forming a soft circle around it as I use my tongue to tickle the underside of its already hard flesh. I suck firmly, grasping it between my lips as I pull it slightly causing her to catch her breath. My left hand can feel her other nipple begging for attention so I move there, sucking on her licking her nibbling at her. Her hands find the back of my head and pull me into her breast, urging me to continue.

I step away to catch my breath but the sight of her topless in front of me takes my breath away instead. I have seen her like this before in her pictures, but they were nothing compared to the beautiful woman I see now. I look up at her eyes and see a passion waiting to be released.

I step toward her and reach for me again as my hand finds her soft breasts. I squeeze them gently as she moans quietly. My hands release her and my fingers trace down her belly until they reach the waistband of her jeans. I step toward her and turn her so I am now standing behind her. My hands move up to cup her breasts again, my thumbs rubbing against her nipples, the nipples already hard with excitement. As my left hand continues to play, my right hand slides past her waistband and finds the hem of her panties. They provide no barrier as my fingers continue down finding the soft skin of her lips. She is already warm and wet as my middle finger slides between them, stopping to rub circles around her clit. She reaches a hand up over my shoulder and around my head as I kiss her neck.

As her breathing increases again, I release her and turn her to face me. I drop to my knees before her as my fingers undo the button holding her nightly closed. I can almost feel the heat rising from her pussy as my fingers find the zipper and pull it slowly downward, revealing her panties to me. Her hands find mine on her hips and we together start to pull her nightly down. I move them slowly, almost teasing myself as her thighs are revealed to me inch by inch. As her nighty reaches her ankles, she steps out of them slowly until her legs are free.

I lean forward to kiss her belly, and then move downward kissing her through her panties until I can feel her wetness through them. With one finger, I slide her panties to the side and plant kisses on her pussy lips. She spread her feet slightly as my fingers parted, allowing my tongue to lick her soft inner lips. I taste her juices as they flow from her… Tasting sweeter than any taste I have experienced before. Her hands move behind my head, pushing me closer… Urging me to taste her even more.

My fingers find the waistband of her panties and I slowly draw them downward. I move my lips to let them pass as they move past her knees and then her ankles. They join the rest of the clothing debris on the floor as she steps away from them. I stand up in front of her and can feel the heat from her as I slide my hand to cover her wetness. She can feel my finger probing her lips then jump slightly as one finger enters her. I bend slightly as a second finger joins the first and plunge then deeply inside her. My other arm finds her waist to hold her close and my finger moves rapidly in and out of her. I feel her body tense as she wraps both arms around me.

“Make me cum, Jai, please make me cum,” she almost shouted.

Her pussy squeezes around my fingers and I can feel her juices running down my palm as her body shudders with orgasm. As my hand leaves her, my arms enfold her, holding her close to me.

I step back to admire her, standing naked with only the moonlight shining through the window to illuminate her. Her eyes are filled with desire, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm and her thigh glistening with her own juices. She is definitely beautiful.

The intensity of our kiss grew. I reached up and massaged her breast through the material of her top. She reached down and felt my hardening cock through the material of my shorts. As she did, I realized that I was probably pretty funky from my run and said, “Aakanksha, I’m pretty ripe, let me take a shower.”

She said, “No!” and started kissing my chest. She then worked her way down my stomach and tugged at my shorts. I raised my hips and she pulled the shorts and my jock strap off. She then began sucking on my cock. I looked down at her and her eyes looked up to meet mine. I could swear that she smiled at me!

I laid there as she sucked my cock. She would from time to time take a break and jack me off before going back to work on my cock. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t feel a little bit guilty about having my brother’s wife sucking my dick or if I wasn’t a little bit doubtful about whether he really was okay with me hooking up with her, but I figured that was something that we would have to deal with when he got back! I laid there and enjoyed what she was doing!

As she worked my cock, my balls started to fill. I knew that I was going to cum pretty soon and a wicked thought crossed my mind! I wanted to fuck her! I reached down and gently pulled her off of my cock. She resisted until I told her what I wanted to do! I told her to take her clothes off. She stood next to the bed and removed her clothes as I watched. She really did have a wonderful body! I soaked in the fact that her titties, while small, were perfectly shaped. Her nipples were hard and stuck out at least a half of an inch. Her stomach was firm and her hips were flared out in a way that really caused my lust to ignite! I reached out and took her hand and pulled her onto the bed.

I again kissed her deeply and rolled over on top of her. My body was huge looming over her. Her legs parted for me and I reached down and grabbed my dick, rubbing the head all over her little pussy. I put the head in the mouth of her pussy and smiled at her. She smiled back realizing that I was finally going to fuck her! Not wanting to wait, she put her hands on my ass cheeks and pulled my dick into her! While tight, my dick slipped right in due to the ample lubrication provided by her pussy juice. We both fucked one another with an amazing hunger! I fucked her hard and she matched me stroke for stroke! We would take turns rolling over on top of one another. Several times I would roll her over on her stomach and I fucked her from behind as she played with her clit from the front. While in this position she had her first orgasm with me fucking her!

Her being satisfied for the moment, I proceeded to fuck her with all my might! The cum built up in my balls and started to burst forth. She stuck her ass up in the air to receive my seed. I pounded into her until my cum did burst forth and it shot deep into her tight little pussy! I then collapsed on top of her, pinning her face down to the bed.

After a minute, I let her up by rolling off of her. She climbed into my arms and reached down and played with my softening cock. She looked up at me and asked me how long before I would be ready to go again? I said, “In time baby, in time” and smiled at her. She smiled back! We made love all that night. Aakanksha and I have gotten into a routine. We come home from work, eat dinner and hop into bed. On the weekend’s we pretty much stay in bed.

THE-END

 

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#Varsha Bollamma

 

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The one thing they never tell you in college is that having a master's in liberal arts is pretty much meaningless unless you want to teach. I finished everything early, and sat with a couple of master's degrees in my late twenties, and no job. So, in order to pay the bills, I took up a position as a temporary professor of Political Science at a city college for the mass media students. I knew my subject meant little to nothing to these kids, as it was a basic introductory course that taught you a little more than what you knew in high school.

While teaching, I had a particularly tough student whom I'll call Varsha. She had soft, curly hair, with a pleasant face but the lips that you really wanted to kiss or see wrapped around your cock. Her teasing eyes were another thing altogether, along with her big, firm soft tits, small waist as well as her cute butt. She often treated class like a cafe and anyone teaching it like a very loud sound system. She flirted with almost every decent boy in sight, and had many of them wrapped around her little finger. It was mildly annoying to teach this little bitch while she played with her phone or slept in class, so I decided to ignore her.

Her finals had two parts, written papers as well as a typed assignment on a political issue. Obviously, her grasp on the subject was minimal, and her assignment simply stole word for word from a student from the previous year. She had failed, and I decided to rub her face in it. I found her lounging around on the campus, almost like she was in a bar, sitting in some boy's lap. I asked her to come up and see me at the end of the day in my class and went about the day.

She showed up by evening being her usual flirty self. She wore light makeup, as well as a simple purple sweater top that showed cleavage and an exceedingly short white skirt that hugged her thighs and butt, yet ended well above her knees.

"Hi. You called me?" she said, as if I'd called her to pick up her mail.

"Yes, Ms. Varsha. Do come in and have a seat. I have some news for you."

"Tell me." She said, sitting on one of the desks, crossing her legs.

"Tell me 'sir', you mean?"

"Yeah, whatever."

"That skirt is definitely not appropriate for college."

"Why, don't you like it?" she asked with a flirty tone, running her hand down her thigh.

"My life is too short to give a damn about your skirt, but it is against the dress code here. What I really don't like however are your marks. I'd told you before, that if you don't pull up your socks, you won't pass this year. I'm here to tell you that you're not going to pass this year and have to repeat it."

Suddenly, I'd gotten her attention. Straightening up, the teasing went out of her eyes. She stared at me with a little bit of fear in her eyes. This was obvious. I stood around so I bore down on her. Moreover, thanks to my ancestry and a lifetime of martial arts, I had a decent physique, with broad shoulders and fair but tanned skin. Also, I didn't look like a professor- dressed in Jeans and a dark shirt with rolled up shirtsleeves, I looked more like a guy going into a bar fight than a teacher.

"Sir, I need to pass. If I don't pass I won't be able to keep my internship... I really need that job."

"Well then, you certainly don't deserve it."

"What's your problem with me, dude?"

"Where do I begin? Should I mention your complete disregard for rules and regulations in class or your inability to maintain decorum? Or should I simply read some of the brilliant ideas you expressed in your paper? Your paper either made me laugh or wonder how you made it into college in the first place."

"Sir, my assignment..."

"Oh yeah, your assignment, that was just lovely. Did you simply borrow your senior's stuff? Because I know that I read the same assignment, word for word last year. Either way, you failed that one too, so you're not going to pass."

"Well, please sir." She began to plead, "I am really sorry. Please don't fail me. I'll work harder next year. I'll even do the assignment again if you like."

"Too late for that. Now get out."

"Please sir, I'm sure there's something that I can do to make you see things my way." She said, now bending slightly forward, holding her arms together, making her cleavage visible. She suddenly had the flirty look back in her eyes.

"I really need this job, you know. I really need the money, and well, I'm sorry I behaved that way in class. I will do absolutely anything to convince you to give me a second chance."

"Really? Anything?" I asked, standing up and walking towards her. She looked up at me and smiled, teasingly, letting me know she got my drift. She trailed a finger over the front of my shirt and I pushed it away.

"You're such a little slut, aren't you? Do you really think you can really just talk your way out of this one like you do with your classmates? I'm too old for that shit."

I began to gather up my stuff and headed to the door, just as she said "I meant anything, sir. No one has to know. It'll be our little secret. I've had a thing for you anyway."

I reached the door and locked it, keeping my stuff down on the desk beside it and went to speak to her. She was a bit scared and quickly backed into the wall behind her, and I stood over her face to face.

"I knew we could reason it out." She said,

I took one look at her. She had her eyes closed, her pout sticking out, hoping for a kiss. I kissed her, and just as she began to try to hold me close, I turned her around and pushed her into the wall. Surprised, she gasped out loudly.

"This is not for your enjoyment. You're a little slut and you're gonna get what you deserve."

She was shocked as I ran my hand up her little top and felt her large, firm tits and squeezed them suddenly. She seemed to like it and began to grind her shapely butt against my crotch, feeling my rapidly hardening cock making a tent in my jeans. I kissed her long, sexy neck and took a hard bite, leaving a small hickey there. I didn't care if anyone saw. It wasn't my problem.

I turned her around quickly and she reached for me to kiss her. I kissed her mouth and then broke the kiss, and she voluntarily sank down to her knees as if she knew what was coming. She looked up at me from off the floor, and quickly undid my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped me and finally dropped my trousers and boxers, getting to my cock. I'd not fucked anyone in weeks if not months and by now, I needed to get off.

She held my cock in her hands and pulled it towards her, gently massaging it. She ran her tongue over my testicles and then from the root to the tip of my cock, massaging the sensitive underside using her wet, darting tongue. She looked up long enough to make eye contact with me before she put my cock into her mouth, almost sending me over the edge.

"Suck my cock, bitch. Suck it like you fucking mean it!" I moaned.

I really didn't need to say that, because truth be told, she was a little slut and she knew exactly what to do when confronted with a big, fat, hard cock. She was almost a blowjob specialist. I moaned as she took me deep, and then pulled my cock out of her mouth, and began to tongue my nuts again, as she slowly jerked my cock off.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I asked quietly.

"Well, sucking you off. That's what you want, right, a blowjob?"

"Why the fuck would I be satisfied with a blowjob?" I asked incredulously. "What do you think I am, your college boyfriend? I am too old to be satisfied with that shit."

I pulled her up off the floor and pushed her to the wall again and kissed her. I pulled her top off and threw it on the floor and was confronted with some of the best tits I've ever seen in my life. She even wore sexy underwear, as if she was expected to give a lap dance later that day. I kissed her and pulled the tits out of her bra, sucking on the big, sensitive nipples. I bit down on her nipples to which she half-moaned half protested, so I continued anyway, sucking on one and pinching the other. I let my other hand drift to her ass, grabbing a handful of that juicy butt, and let a finger down into her pussy.

Whether this was forced or not, she was fucking enjoying it. Her panties were wet rather than damp, and her pussy was literally flowing. I let a finger trail over her sensitive clit and heard her moan and finally dipped a finger into her pussy, making her suddenly jump in surprise.

"Easy." She said, "Take it slow and we'll both get off."

"I don't care what you want, bitch." I said and pulled my finger out of her pussy. I spanked her once, and pushed her towards my table. She began to turn to face me and sat on the desk, when I suddenly stopped her.

 

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"Fuck no. You wanna behave like a slut, so you're gonna get fucked like a slut."

I picked her off the desk and turned her around, bending her over the desk. I hiked up her skirt around her waist and pulled her panties down.

"I don't really like this position." She said.

"Shut up."

I spanked her ass once and grabbed my cock, which was throbbing to get into her pussy. I rubbed my cock along her dripping pussy lips and spoke. "I'm gonna fuck you now. I'm gonna stick my big, fat cock into your cunt make you squeal like the little slut you really are."

I pushed my cock into her pussy, feeling her pussy stretch out for me. Slut or not, she had a tight cunt, almost as tight as a virgin's. I felt her being a little bit uncomfortable as I sank into her, inch by inch, watching her pussy lips swallow my cock.

"Fuck." I moaned. "You're a tight little cunt, aren't you?"

"Only for you, sir." She moaned back.

I began to fuck her, feeling the table get pushed until it finally rested against the wall, while I fucked her in fluid, long strokes, feeling her pussy contract around my cock. This girl was anything but silent, putting her hands against the wall, meeting my thrusts. She didn't moan as much as she screamed like a porn star. Finally the table rested against the wall and I stopped.

"Condom!" she breathed.

"Fuck I care." I said and began to gather up her hair with my hand.

"Please, just use a condom. I don't want to get pregnant."

"That's your problem, isn't it, you little slut?" I said, holding her hair together. I pushed her hands on to her back and grabbed both her hair and her small little wrists with my left hand.

"Just please, listen to me."

"I don't listen to sluts like you."

I slowly moved myself in and out of her cunt, making her stop talking.

"If you want to behave like a slut," I said, pushing into her suddenly. "Prepare to face the consequences." I said, and drove it in and out of her, feeling her pussy get wetter.

"You're gonna show me the consequences?" she asked me.

"Well, you little slut" I said, as I began to pick up speed, "I've seen you, you horny little cockteasing slut. I've seen how you tease the boys. I'm-not-one-of-them!" I said as with each hard thrust into her.

"Oh fuck, yes! Fuck me like that." She moaned.

"Yeah, see even now how you crave a man to treat you like what you really are. I'm gonna fuck you silly and give you the cock you need, bitch!" I said, fucking her.

"Yes, give it to me, please give it to me, you bastard!"

"I'm not one of the boys you can just kiss or blow and get away with, bitch. I'm gonna fuck you till you scream and beg for more and keep wanting a real man's big cock inside you."

"Yes, just fucking fuck me, sir!" she yelled, incoherently.

I spanked her hard on her ass as I held her hands behind her and fucked her, harder and harder feeling her come once, twice, thrice around my cock.

"Fuck, your pussy is tight. Don't give it to anyone, do you?"

"No, no sir." She moaned again.

I began to give it to her hard, and knew I wouldn't last long in such a tight cunt. Pushing all I had into her, I let go of her hands and grabbed her waist, pulling her onto my cock. She began to meet my thrusts, and gasped as they grew more frequent and feverish. She put her hands on the desk to push back harder and soon, her pussy was contracting again.

"You wanna be such a slut," I yelled, "Then fucking take it."

"Fuck yes. Give it to me. Fuck!" she moaned.

"You're my slut from here on out. You're gonna give it to me whenever I fucking want, understand?"

"Yes, sir. Anything for you."

I began speeding up my thrusts.

"I can't take it anymore! I am gonna come!" I roared.

"Yes, come for me. Come! Fuck!"

The dirty talk she used, along with her screaming and the way her ass moved, coupled with the way her pussy was contracting around my cock as she came sent me over the edge. I pushed all the way into her one last time and came, deep inside her cunt.

I pulled stayed there, feeling my come fill up her insides. I put my hands down on the desk and put my head on her back, too tired to stand after the mindblowing orgasm I'd just had. I stopped and slowly pulled out of her, spanking her curvy ass one last time.

I sat down on a chair nearby and breathed. Reaching for my pocket, I pulled out the fags I had over there and lit one. I watched her as she slowly turned around, her legs shivering, and lay back down on my desk.

"Fuck." I said, loudly.

"Huh, yeah." She said, lightly.

Finally, after five minutes, she sat up and pulled her panties up from around her ankles. Seeing my come slowly seep out of her, she looked up at me angrily.

"You should learn how to use a condom. Good thing I'm already on my PMS."

She took out some tissue paper from her bag and cleaned herself. I eased back on the bench, my trousers still around my ankles, my legs too weak to move.

She wiped herself and slowly pulled on her panties and put the skirt back in place. She picked her top off the floor, and after putting her boobs back into place, she began to wear it. Her knees still seemed shaky, so I stood up, steadied her and watched her dress.

I donned my jeans and boxers too, and spoke up.

"Wow. That was pretty good."

"I haven't been fucked liked that in ages." She replied.

"I expect a 1000 word assignment on my desk by Monday if you want to pass. You have all weekend, so it better be good."

"Yeah, sure. As long as I get what I want." She mumbled, took my cigarette, and after taking a drag, tossed it into the trash can.

Over the weekend, part of me wondered if she would cause me any problems or go to the cops or college admin. However, Monday was just like any other day and as I sat down for lunch, one of her friends, another stupid hot girl showed up, holding some papers.

"Professor, Varsha couldn't come in today but she asked me to hand you this."

I took the papers and read the title, "An examination of Dynastic Politics in India". I browsed through it quickly, and found it plausible. It wasn't exactly Wikipedia plagiarism, she had actually worked hard on this, or had someone else work on it.

"Alright, tell your friend she has nothing to worry about."

"Yes, sir." She said and left.

On the last page I saw something written by hand, in pencil: "Learn how to use a condom- Varsha" followed by her phone number.

I chuckled to myself and put the papers into my bag, considering the future.

THE-END

 

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#Samyuktha Menon