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[Blue Bull]

Wearing a white kurta and a pajama he looked stunningly handsome. A day old stubble and a pair of thin framed glasses to add to it, made him irresistable. He was dressed like any other Indian politician but this rustic look couple with his personality would make him stand out of the political crowd.
The interview was over but we continued talking. Random stuff seemed interesting and his wit and charm seriously bowled me over. Add to it the grandeur and the elegance of his house itself was a projection of his power and I was sure that any girl or woman in my place would get weak in the knees.
“The world knows about you as a politician, but who are you in real life. What is your philosphy of life….love…women?” I asked him candidly. The question was followed by a very knowing smile, first from me and then from him after hearing the question.
“Haha..I’ll tell you about my philosophy provided this is strictly off the record.” He replied.
“Yes of course…you don’t have to worry about that.” I replied trying to shrug off his worries. I knew in politics, image was everything esepcially for a politician like Uday who had a very good image in public. He told me about his personal life, his likes, the struggle with his married life before winding down the to the last part of my question; Women.
“A man is known and respected by the company of women he keeps. Beautiful women make a beautiful life.” He said as he turned to face me. He was standing a couple of feet away from me.
I looked up at him towering above me. I could feel the tension rise in the room. The choice of his words in that bartione voice made me tremble. I knew the comment was directed at me and he realised it had the desired effect.
“Let me summarise the philosphy of life. Drink the finest scotch, smoke the smoothest cigars, drive the fastest cars and spend hours in the arms ofa beautiful woman. I have all those in my house right now…including a beautiful woman right in front of me.” He said as he stepped foward, now standing very close to me. Looking deep into my eyes, he placed his hand on my shoulder.
I shuddered at his touch, my lips trembled and I closed my eyes. I opened my eyes to look up at him as I felt his other hand gently hold my waist. I was aroused…so aroused that unknowingly bit my lip stick smeared lower lip. That was the signal Uday was waiting for and he squeezed my waist which made me draw a sharp breath in before sighing.
His right hand gently caressed my shoulder and arm before moving up to my cheek. He gently caressed my cheek, my ear before slowly running his hand through my hair while he gently pulled me closer to him. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as I felt his large, rough hands caress me so very gently. I felt his thumb on lip as it traversed across its length. As he slowly moved his thumb across my lip, I felt it spreading open my lips a little before the tip of his thumb slipped into mouth through my parted lips.
As I felt his thumb touch my teeth, I parted them to allowing him slip his thumb futher into my mouth. His thumb touched my tongue and I instinctively swirled my tongue around it and bit it lightly. I heard him moan in delight, happy with how things were going and realising that I was no prudish girl.
He pulled out his thumb from my mouth which made me open my eyes. I looked up to him and realised that he was lowering his face towards mine. I was already lost in the sea of lust and knowing that his lips were about to touch mine, made me sink deeper.
I waited in anticipation and just that one second felt so cruel but the reward following was worth the torture. I felt his lips touch mine and I sighed instinctively. He slowly moved his lips over mine, gently caressing them resulting in my breaths getting deeper and my heart beating faster. He caressed my lips with his a couple of times before parting my lips with his before they locked together.
I felt a surge of blood rush through my head and felt dizzy as I literally melted into my arms. My knees felt very weak and I thought I would fall but his arm wrapped it self around my waist and pulled me closer before his lips tightened around mine. Our lips were locked in a kiss for a couple of seconds before I felt his moving. I too began moving my lips and we were soon engaged in frantic kissing right in his house, by the large glass window. He ran his hand through my hair as he kissed me deeper making me moan in his mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
I felt his hand run down my shoulder and rest on my left tit before squeezing it. I moaned loudly, my moans muffled by his mouth but still quite audible. A moment later I felt his hand unbuttoning my shirt. My pulse quickened with each button being opened. In the silence of the room, I could her our thumping heart beats, our deep breaths and the distinct clicking sounds of the buttons of my shirt opening.
“Uhhmm…Hmmm.” We heard Naina clearing her throat as a signal for us to stop. Shocked, I immediately pulled away and turned around when I realised that my shirt was parted and my bra was visible. Visibly embarrassed I hurriedly tried to dress and compose myself.
“Sir..your next meeting is about to start.” She said in a very calm and composed tone.
“Okay…I will be there in a minute.” Uday replied and Naina nodded her head and left.
He looked at me for a moment before saying goodbye and walked out of the room. I stood there alone in the room still reeling from what had just happened. The day started off as a normal one with nothing out of the ordinary to anticipate and now I was in the house of one of the most powerful men in the country and just a minute ago, our mouths were locked to each other. A good minute later I realised I had to leave and walked out quietly, first out of the room and then out of the house.
The whole incident, right from the moment he stepped closed to me played again and again in my mind before I realised that there was something else to that I had with me; his exlusive interview.
The interview gave me exactly what I wanted. I was propelled from being a rookie to a serious full timer in just a few weeks. In the daily editorial meetings I was no longer assigned random tasks but was now being handed the better assignments than before.
Since I had started working, I was almost like an intern, attending to one senior journalist daily. I would tag along with them and observe how they worked and did the mundane and random work like proof reading their articles and other stuff. Even though I had learned a lot but my ambition prevented me from taking baby steps.
People perhaps knew that I got the interview because I was connected to Uday but I didn’t care. I had the interview and no one else. The editor ordered the interview to be printed on the first page and it just exploded from there on.
The interview was a new political attack on the ruling party. It was a new political strategy that Uday’s party had adopted to corner the already wafer thin alliance of the ruling government. The interview went viral and it was read and mentioned everywhere. The rival news papers also cashed in on the interview further probing the new strategy adopted by Uday’s party. Uday was suddenly on a lot of news shows and debates.
I knew the interview was going to create waves rather than ripples when I was actually recording Uday speaking but at the time my attention was on something else. I was more attentive towards Uday’s physical ques and him in person. In a way I was absent mindedly asking the pre fabricated questions and recording his pre meditated answers.
Even as I was basking in the glory of the fame I was receiving, the most distinct memory of that day was not the interview but the few minutes we spent in each other’s arms as our mouths explored each other.
I could still feel the tingle in my body as I recalled his hand moving over my shoulder, my neck, my cheek and his other arm gently wrapping itself around me. I could still smell the fragrance of his aftershave and his cologne and would send goosebumps in body. I felt so safe, so wonderful, so small in his arms that I cooed and squirmed just thinking about it.
I spent that night and subsequent nights in my bed alone, naked, fingering my wet cunt and toying with my engorged clit. Squeezing my swollen tit hard and moaning to the point of screaming, the images of the evening flashed rapidly in front of my closed eyes like a movie. At first one finger..then two and finally 3 of my slender fingers stuffed my wet, throbbing pussy.
With my eyes closed I not just recalled the kiss but also the fantasized what could be. I imagined both of us naked on the table of that room; a naked me and a naked him going at each other like it was the last day of our lives. I imagined him taking me in the most perverse yet arousing ways orgamsed my way to sleep.
What turned me on even more was that we shared that moment in a quite corner of his house which was full of armed guards, his personal staff and most of all his wife. Now, I am no man snatcher but the idea of conquering new territory did in a very nasty way turn me on a lot.
I was ecstatic on one hand but my father’s warning the other day flashed in my mind too. I was conflicted; Uday’s image in public was very good. He was known as a family man, a role model for the country. I too did not have any bad experiences with him. He gave me a job and my first serious break.
I had kissed him and made out with him but I was partly responsible for it. He might have started it but I led him on clearly with some obvious flirting. A part of me was worried about the path I was walking down but another part of me, the dominant part pushed me ahead down the same path.I resigned to fate and decided to cross the bridge when and if it comes.
Even though I was now getting busier with work but a part of me always craved Uday’s company; not just because I could steal some kinky moments with him but also every meeting with Uday propelled my career forward. I would find myself looking at my phone waiting for his or his secretary’s call or a message and I waited for patiently and I got the call one day.
“Hi Mira.” Uday said over the other end of the phone. This was the first time he had directly called me. All the previous times his secretary but this time Uday himself had called me and I realised that he too was into this deep.
“Hi Uday…you’ve been quite busy with the sessions in the Parliament.” I replied, very happy to have heard his voice in weeks.
“Yes…work demands that but you’ve been on my mind a lot.” He replied, finding the right words to charm a young girl
“Really…Awww…so when are we going to meet.” I asked him, eager to know if he would be free.
“Tonight. My secretary will call you but you have to do what she tells you to and ask no questions.” He said stating the conditions for the meeting.
“What do you mean? What will she make me do?” I asked. I was puzzled at the peculiar kind of request.
“Don’t worry. She is going to be there to help you prepare for tonight.” He replied reassuringly.
“Prepare for what?” I asked.
“Wait for tonight and you’ll know. I have to go now and you wait for Naina’s call.” He replied before disconnecting the call.
I was quite puzzled at what he had said. What did he intend to do with me tonight? He did not give any details besides mentioning an event tonight. I recalled our last meeting in a flash and I only recalled the kiss and nothing else.
Being a Saturday I was going to go home early and perhaps Uday knew about it. The whole day I kept thinking of what was going to happen in the evening. The mystery, the suspense turned me on as I started visualising all the perverse possibilities.
Just as he had said, his secretary Naina called me in the afternoon. She said a package would be delivered to me in an hour. She instructed me not to open the package in public but only in privacy. That one line itself made me leak a little. The suspense grew even more as I kept running the permutations and combinations about what the package could contain and what could happen in the evening.
Just as she had said, I received a package at the reception of my office. I quickly collected it and went back to my desk. I was so tempted to open it then and there but I was reminded of Naina’s clear instructions of not opening it in public.
I spent the remaining hours at work like a zombie. I was physically present but mentally, I was in wonderland. Very grudgingly I finished my work for the day and rushed back home. I rushed up the stairs and very hurriedly opened the door.
I rushed inside my apartment and I threw my bag on the couch and almost ran to the bedroom. As soon I was in the bedroom, I took out the package from the plastic bag that held it. It was a nicely gift wrapped box and was quite large in size. I turned it around a couple of times before I noticed a small paper tag on it. On the paper tag was a personal message by Uday which read. ‘I hope you like it.’....

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