“What are you doing, sir!”
“You look amazing in the saree,” exclaimed Rajiv, as if nothing had happened, “Why don’t you wear sarees to work more often?”
Disarmed, partly by his calm demeanour, and partly by the fact that she had never been in a situation like this, Jonali replied, “I am supposed to meet this guy after work.”
“A date. Wow, that’s nice.”
“Not a date. It’s a suitor for marriage.”
“Oh, I see. So you reserve all sexy outfits for suitors!”
Jonali didn’t know how to respond. She stood there quietly and stared away from Rajiv.
“Hey, I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” Rajiv said, getting up from his seat and moving a step closer to Jonali. “It is just that you look so ravishing in this saree. I never noticed how sexy you were.”
Jonali’s heart started beating fast. She felt like a deer in front of an upcoming truck on a highway. But soon, a warm feeling between her legs also told her that she was also a little aroused. She was threatened as well as turned on. The very next moment, she realized why that was so. When Rajiv had stood up, Jonali had subconsciously noticed the bulge in Rajiv’s pants. It was a big bulge and now Jonali was wet as well as nervous. Rajiv assumed her silence was consent and moved ahead and touched her arm. Jonali couldn’t believe that this bald married man was able to make her virgin pussy so wet, just by his touch. Her panty was getting soaked under petticoat. Suddenly, Rajiv grabbed her ass again. Jonali gasped. He was standing right next to her now. He looked down at her cleavage as he squeezed her ass. Jonali could feel the heat of his body next to her. She looked up at his face and he suddenly pressed a kiss on her lips. In her twenty-five years, Jonali had never been kissed and the strange combination of nervous energy, sexual arousal and that kiss seemed to melt Jonali’s body into Rajiv’s arm.
Before she knew it, he had slipped his hand into her saree, petticoat and the panty and was touching her bare ass. She had only imagined how a man’s hand would feel on her ass but the reality of it was so much more intense. Jonali let out a small moan as Rajiv squeezed her ass again, hard. With his other hand, Rajiv squeezed Jonali’s breast from over her blouse as he kissed her lips again. Rajiv was a wet kisser and while it might have turned off other women, Jonali had no frame of reference and it just turned her on. She started kissing him back. When they broke the kiss, Rajiv quickly walked to the door of his office and locked it. As he was walking back, Jonali couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his crotch.
“Like what you see?” Rajiv asked.
“I…uh, I didn’t mean to stare,” Jonali stammered.
“Hey, it’s okay. It’s a compliment. See how hard you have made me,” saying this, Rajiv unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. It was big, black, wiry, and shiny — it looked like those BBCs she had seen in porn. Jonali couldn’t take her eyes off it. He walked up to her and held it near her hand. She grabbed it and started caressing it. He put his hand on hers and showed her how to stroke it. Jonali had forgotten that this was her married, middle-aged boss — he was just his hard black cock for her in that moment. She stroked his cock and looked at it as the tip leaked precum.
Looking at it made her salivate. She wanted to know how it tasted. While she was doing this, Rajiv had undone the buttons of Jonali’s blouse and raised up her bra to expose her huge melons. He bent over and took her thick nipple in his mouth. This drove her crazy and she started stroking his cock faster. He stopped her.
“Not so fast, hon,” he said, “take it slow.”
Even with his lips on her nipples, him calling her “hon” had unsettled her. Jonali had heard Rajiv address his wife as “hon” over the phone. He sensed her body tense up and asked her what happened.
“I can’t do this,” Jonali exclaimed and started putting her blouse back on.
“What happened?”
“You are married,” Jonali said, hoping the statement would snap Rajiv out of it, but it had no effect on him.
“So what?”
“Does marriage mean nothing to you?”
“It sure does. But the fact is, I am horny and my wife seldom is. I can’t force her.”
“But you can force me?”
Rajiv looked into Jonali’s eyes and smirked.
“It didn’t seem like you were resisting.”
Rajiv was right. Jonali wasn’t resisting. She was ready to go ahead with it. Her pussy was dripping wet and her nipples were aching to have Rajiv’s lips on them.
“It’s not right,” Jonali protested.
Rajiv dropped his pants down, freeing up his erection that sprung up.
“Well, if you’re gonna act all holier-than-thou, you may leave and let me take care of myself.”
Jonali looked at Rajiv and then at his cock, which was almost dripping with precum now. She thought of leaving for a moment and then something snapped inside her. She dropped on her knees and hungrily took Rajiv’s hardon into her mouth. The taste of his precum hit her tongue and made her lose it. She remembered all the dirty descriptions of cock-hungry sluts she had read on Literotica and she could now relate. As she sucked his hard cock, she started taking her clothes off. She took off her blouse and her bra. As she was trying to unwrap her saree, Rajiv told her to leave it on.
Rajiv groaned and moaned as Jonali sucked and gagged on her first ever cock. He stopped her as she was very close to making him cum. He made her get up on her feet and pushed her back on to his desk. She lay down and as the cold glass of Rajiv’s desk touched her bare back, Jonali shivered. Rajiv came over her and started playing with her breasts. He grabbed both of them and squeezed them as he buried his face in them.
“Damn!” Rajiv exclaimed suddenly.
“What?”
“Nothing. I don’t want to freak you out.”
“Tell me, please,” Jonali pleaded.
“Your boobs are amazing. My wife is almost flat. I missed big breasts.”
Jonali knew she should feel guilty or upset at this, but she didn’t. Instead, it felt good to be complimented. She had spent years being judged by guys and their families who found ways to dismiss her because of her body and her was a guy who was telling her she was better than his wife.
“Fuck me then.” Jonali exclaimed. She was dripping wet and craved that big cock.
Rajiv had other plans for her. He raised her saree and petticoat and bunched it around her waist. Lying on her back, Jonali couldn’t see what he was doing. Rajiv peeled her black panty off and then she felt his mouth on her inner thighs. Jonali’s body tensed as Rajiv’s tongue touched her wet pussy and she had a little orgasm that ran like electricity through her body. Rajiv started fucking Jonali’s wet hairy pussy with his tongue. She grabbed his bald head as lapped up her juices. It felt sensational. As Jonali’s body writhed in another orgasm, Rajiv got up and thrusted his hard member into Jonali’s wet pussy. It took her breath away for a moment. Jonali opened her mouth to gasp and Rajiv pushed in a couple of fingers into her open mouth. Instinctively, Jonali sucked on his fingers as he fucked her. That seemed to drive him crazy. Rajiv banged into Jonali hard and started moving faster in response. Tension started building up in Jonali’s body as she heard Rajiv’s groans and felt his cock penetrate her. She was about to have another orgasm.