Adultery The Sales Star by urbanslut

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The Sales Star Ch. 04

Uday's dick sent waves of pleasure through my body as we fucked on the soft bed.

"I've been waiting to bang your horny cunt all night." Uday whispered, then started fucking me really hard. The motion made my boobs shake in a circular motion. As I looked at the ceiling, I felt it spin. The booze was still reigning over me. I closed my eyes and the vertigo sensation stopped.

"Ummmm.." I moaned with my eyes closed, and lost myself in the moment. All I could feel was that cock hammering me. I tried to reach forward with my hands and feel Uday's abs, but I was so drunk, my hand just moved in the air and plopped on my stomach. I giggle through my moans.

Then Uday straightened my legs and put them on his shoulders. He bent forward, making me bend in the waist, and moved his hands to my butt. Only the back of my head and the top half of my back were now resting on the bed. Rest of it was in the air. I felt a pleasant tension in my back curve at that angle, like I felt during yoga. My eyes were still closed. Uday's dick was still diligently fucking me at ever growing speeds. And with his hands under my butt, he was squeezing and fondling, occasionally poking at my asshole.

In that moment, I felt so contented. With my eyes closed, and the room silent except for the sound of our bodies slapping against each other, the only sensory stimuli for me were Uday's dick ramming my cunt and both his hands squeezing my butt. Soon I felt his fingers grab my boobs and then squeeze my nipples. Ahhhh, that felt good. Nipple-play is something I always enjoyed. I thought about what a great multi-tasked Uday was in bed. His dick was going at it rapidly at the same time his hands were squeezing my butt and simultaneously playing with my nipples.

My train of thought braked and braked hard. Huh? I slowly counted, trying to keep my head clear from the effects of alcoho. Yes, that's one hand on my right butt cheek, second on my left, and a third on my right breast. Immediately I opened my eyes and shrieked. Or tried to shriek. What came out was a half squeal half groan.

The hand on my breast was a dark and fat one with chubby fingers. It belonged to Sharma who was sitting on the bed right next to me, his yellow stinky grin just a couple of feet above my face.

"Num.....nuh......" I tried to form cogent words. Sharma grabbed my other breast and squeezed it hard. That gave me some impetus.

Using all the strength I could muster, I pushed myself away from Uday dick. Stumbling with great effort, I crawled backwards towards the head of the bed. There, I picked up a pillow and covered as much of my naked body as possible.

"What's wrong?" Uday asked, sitting on his knees with his dick hanging out.

"Him.... no...what..." I shook my head and with great effort, formed a sentence "What is he doing here?"

"What am I doing here?" Sharma shrugged. "It is my suite."

"No....you......went."

"I had just gone to the bathroom."

I sat there, my head spinning, my cunt aching to welcome back Uday's dick, and the remnants of my senses aghast that Sharma had seen me naked, getting fucked by Uday, and played with my boobs. I tried to make sense of the situation and how to react. Uday crawled close to me and put his arm around me.

"Considering how much you enjoyed the audience down there, I thought it would be kinky and nice to have an audience for sex."

"But....." I felt like saying - why him? Why this ugly smelly, disgusting, perverted fat old man? But even in that drunk naked state, my sales instinct stopped me from insulting a client.

"I've seen it all downstairs anyway." Sharma added.

"Trust me, you'll like it." Uday said, tugging at the pillow I had in front of me.

"No tul...tum.... no touching." I said, looking at Sharma, whose face looked like he had just won the lottery.

"Agreed," Sharma nodded.

I released my grip on the pillow and Uday flung it to the side. And there I was. For the first time, fully and willfully naked in front of Sharma. Every movement my body made seemed like a vulgar gesture, the way he stared at me. Even the gentle heaving of my breasts because of my breathing seemed like something obscene.

Sharma was almost drooling as he watched Uday grab me by the hips and lay me on my back. He put my feet back on his shoulders and resumed the banging at the same speed he had left it. I closed my eyes and tried to forget about Sharma's presence. I started moaning again with every thrust, and a while later, saw that Sharma was rubbing the crotch of his pants. The sight of this dirty old man disgusted me. But Uday was right. I also felt very turned on by the fact that he was watching me from up close as I got fucked. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself the way he saw me. A picture formed in my head.... of my boobs shaking up and down, the flesh of my butt hanging off the bed, Uday's dick going in and out of my cunt.

"UNNNHHHHHHH........" came a sound, that too from my throat.

Maybe it was the acute awareness of being watched by Sharma, or the way I pictured myself as he saw me, or the fact that Uday had really upped his tempo, but I felt an orgasm hit me out of nowhere. Uday kept his hands firmly on my waist to anchor me down as I shook and hollered at the orgasm. I thrashed about, a bundle of goosebumps and pleasant spasms. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the orgasm subsided, and I was resting still on my back again as Uday kept fucking me.

I turned my head towards Sharma and saw that he had his dick hanging out of his pants, with his fingers wrapped around it. I looked into his eyes and tried to give him a disapproving look.

"You can't expect me to watch a sexy siren like you get fucked and not jack off to it." Sharma said in explanation.

I was trying to decide what to say when I felt Uday's dick come out of my cunt. He rolled me over and pulled me up by the waist. I was now on all fours. He gently pressed the small of my back, making me arch and thrust my butt upwards. My boobs hung heavy, with the nipples brushing against the bed sheet. Then Uday put his left knee next to mine, unfolded his right leg and put it near my shoulder, and rammed his dick in. The force almost made me fall forward, but Uday's grip on my hips held me in place.

I turned my head and noticed Sharma again, sitting with his legs folded on the bed two feet away. From this higher angle, I could get a much clearer look at his dick. I watched it with curiosity. It wasn't much in terms of length. Maybe 5 inches or so. Not much in terms of girth either. And the folds of fat above it probably made it look even smaller. It was surrounded by thick black and gray pubic hair. But what made me stare in wonder was the shape.

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The dick was bent. And I don't mean curved upwards or downwards like with some guys. Sharma's erect dick was actually bent, not just curve, but bent to the left. It looked like the edge of an ice hockey stick, with the tip of his dick pointing sharply left. How the fuck does something like that happen, I wondered to myself.

"I was born with it." Sharma had noticed me gazing at his dick and guessed the question I had. "You want a closer look?"

Before my booze addled brain could string together a refusal, Sharma had slid forward and gotten on his knees. His dick was just inches from my face. Uday's thrust were making my body move back and forth, and at its forth-est, Sharma's dick almost touched my lips. Up close, it looked even more unusual. The veins running along it were also laid out in an odd pattern. And I noticed that Sharma had huge balls, disproportionately bigger than his dick.

"You can feel it if you like." Sharma gently reached for my hand, but it was supporting my body and didn't budge.

Then suddenly, Uday increased the force with which he was ramming me.

"Ahhh!" I screamed as I was thrust forward.

Sharma deserves credit for thinking on his feet. Just as that happened, he put a hand on my hair and pulled it ever so slightly towards his crotch. My mouth, open from my scream, suddenly found the unwelcome presence of Sharma's freakish dick in it.

"Mmmmfff.....mmmmm..." I tried to protest, but Sharma was having none of it. I also noted that Uday didn't say anything. Sharma's hands held my head firmly and he started gradually fucking me mouth with his dick. I fought back a gag reflex brought on by the disgusting taste of his dick which seemed like a mixture of sweat, urine, and god know what else. His pubic hair carried a waft of their own and they kept rubbing my nose and face.

The bent tip rubbed against the inside of my right cheek and my molars. As I gradually got used to the smell and the taste of his dick, I also stopped struggling. I registered this unfamiliar feeling of having a dick in my cunt and another in my mouth, like some tramp. And far from being disgusted, I actually liked it. This is the sort of stuff Ketaki from 10 years ago would have done.

My mouth went from being a reluctant host for Sharma's mouth to showering it with hospitality. I started using my tongue and lips, and made a conscious effort to suck Sharma's dick in a way he would enjoy it. I was really amused and intrigued by how its shape felt inside my mouth. As I sucked on the dick, I found my mind drifting to thoughts of how it would feel inside my cunt. Brrr.... I shook the thought away.

For about five more minutes, I was on my knees with Sharma's dick in my mouth and Uday's in my cunt. I had expected Sharma to cum in my mouth soon, but he seemed to have staying power. Uday too had been pounding me for close to half an hour now. My thighs and knees were beginning to hurt. Finally, I felt Uday's grip on my waist tighten and his fucking tempo increase. I realized he was about to cum soon.

I took Sharma's dick out of my mouth, turned my head around, and breathlessly said to Uday,

"Please.....inside.....cum...."

But he was too far along to register anything I said. Soon he started jerking his hips and even through the condom, I felt his jizz. Uday kept cumming for a good twenty seconds or so, and I wished the condom would break somehow. Uday's final thrust was really hard and knocked me down on my sides. I was on my side, my ass raised up sideways, my legs folded to my left, my arms under me. He withdrew his dick with a plop sound and went to the bathroom.

I lay in the position, tired, but also suddenly feeling a void in my cunt as Uday's dick had left it after such a long time. I was still lying on my side, giving, I imagine, a great view of my butt and my cunt to Sharma. Suddenly, I felt him move towards me. I saw his kick his pants off and jump on his knees behind my butt. Before I could refuse or push him away, Sharma had thrust his misshapen dick into my cunt.

"Ahhhh!!! Just as warm and tight as I have been imagining all these years!" Sharma put his hands on my hips and started fucking me.

"FUCK!!! OH GOD!!!" I heard myself scream. I had opened my mouth to tell him to get off me, but somehow it changed into cries of pleasure. The angle I was laid at, and the angle Sharma's dick was bent at had caused a happy confluence between the tip of his dick and my g-spot.

"You like that don't you?" Sharma said in a hoarse voice, and spanked my left hip a couple of times.

I just stretched out my hands along the bed, closed my eyes, and tried to come to terms with the fact that this smelly ugly old man's moderate sized dick was somehow giving me way way more pleasure than Uday's. Yes, size doesn't matter beyond a point. But still, this was a shock. It was like sifting through garbage to find a bag of gems.

My shrieks had not grown louder. I hope the resort security folks wouldn't barge in.I felt a rustle of fabric, and opened my eyes to see that Sharma had unbuttoned his shirt and was taking it off. His black hair belly was jiggling and slapping against my hips. Half his chest hair were white. And his face wore a thick layer of sweat whose drops fell on my boobs. I was disgusted but also oddly aroused. I looked into Sharma's eyes. He smiled back, and then bent down and kissed me.

The kiss was clumsy and unpleasant. Sharma's lips were chapped and rough. His breath smelled of tobacco and something else. His stubble rubbed against my cheeks. And his tongue just blindly thrust into my mouth, no gentleness.

"Well well, you two have become friends I see!" came Uday's voice. Sharma broke the kiss and I saw Uday with a towel wrapped around his waist standing next to the bed. Sharma now grabbed my hair and started pounding me even harder. Getting rammed in the cunt by the4 most disgusting man in the world while being watched by the most handsome man in the world felt so....wrongly right. That perverted realization along with Sharma's dick brushing against my g-spot made it happen again.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Shivering I braced for my second orgasm in a short time. Uday recognized the shiver and the expression on my face.

"Good work Sharmaji, you're making her cum."

"Really?" Sharma said in a delighted voice and started pounding me harder.

This orgasm was so forceful, I almost pushed Sharma off me. Almost. Because as it happened, watching my naked body writhe and twist made Sharma cum too. For about half a minute, Sharma and I were both hollering and grunting, shaking and clawing at each other. Finally, we both stopped shaking. Sharma collapsed on topof me, almost knocking the wind out of my lungs. I felt his fat stomach rub against my flat one. He kissed me deep and hard again. And then rolled off the bed.

I lay there on my back, breathless. Now that there wasn't a man between my legs, they took the opportunity to protest against the onslaught. My thighs were hurting like crazy. Even my breasts, which had been swinging and shaking all night, were sore. Uday was sitting next to me. He ran his fingers over my butt and my back. My eyes were half closed with exhaustion and with the remaining drunkenness. I kept looking into Uday's beautiful eyes. And before I knew it, I had drifted into slumberland. -------------------

I wasn't sure how long I slept. Must have been an hour or two. The sleep was full of a series of short and rapidly changing bizarre dreams with a strong sexual component. In one dream I was naked in our office conference room making a serious sales presentation to the entire office. The VP of Sales asked me how my being naked was going to help sales. And I pointed to a line graph. Except the graph traced the shape of Sharma's bent dick. Then I was cooking naked in the kitchen with half a dozen ugly kids around me. "Honey I'm home" came a voice and Sharma walked into the kitchen. Then Manish was sitting on a pile of pregnancy tests. And then I was being fingered. I was sitting in Bhakti's birthday party being fingered by someone. But I couldn't see who. Bhakti was laughing at me, as were all her guests. Then the guests disappeared. Then all the lights went out. And I was on a bed in darkness, still being fingered. And also kissed on my neck. While someone was operating a chainsaw in the distance.

Wait.... this part wasn't a dream. It was real. I was on my side in the dark room in the resort and I was being fingered by.....

"Awake?" Uday whispered in my ear. Phew! The chainsaw voice was Sharma snoring from the other side of the bed.

"Ummmm...." I put my hand on Uday's head and played with his hair. His fingers had gotten me wet and ready again.

Soon he withdrew his fingers and I felt his erect dick poke me from behind. I laid on my side with Uday behind me, spoon-fucking. The bed creaked but Sharma kept snoring. Uday moved his right hand all over my body, spending most time on my boobs, pinching and pulling my nipples. His sculpted torso rubbed against my back and my butt, and I noticed how different it felt from Sharma's flab rubbing against me.

"Umm.... Uday..."

"Yes Ketaki."

"Did I really have sex with Sharma? Or was that a dream?"

Uday stayed silent and increased his pace of fucking me. After a while he said,

"Yes you did."

It had to be true. Why else would I be naked in bed with Sharma snoring a few feet away?

Uday changed positions and got on top of me, missionary style. As he spread my legs and hammered my cunt, my thighs started hurting again. I also became aware of a mild headache starting to come alive. I looked towards my right, saw Sharma's fat silhouette snoring like an industrial engine, then closed my eyes. Uday changed positions again, this time turning me over on my side and fucking me on his knees, like Sharma had. I realized that it felt nowhere as good as it had with Sharma.

About ten minutes later, Uday finally came inside me. This time, I noted with pleasure, that he was not wearing a condom. Finally I had gotten the fucker's elusive sperm inside me. But I had also gotten Sharma's sperm inside me. I closed my eyes, shook my head, and decided to deal with this mishmash of sperm later. I soon fell asleep again, with Uday's arms around me.

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I woke up in darkness again, with an urgent need to pee. Uday's arm was wrapped around me as he slept. I gently moved his arm, and tiptoed in the darkness towards the bathroom, chuckling at how loudly Sharma was still snoring. I reached the bathroom, which was across the living room outside the bedroom. It was a big suite! I turned the light on, closed the door, and relieved myself.

When I was washing my hands, I looked in the mirror and was shocked by the unfamiliar image. Hair disheveled. Lipstick and eyeliner streaks all over my face. Half a dozen hickeys on my boobs. And my inner thighs and crotch were completely caked with dried semen and juices. I hopped in the shower, turned the water to hot, and let it wash everything away. Ten minutes under the hot water made me feel clean, but the bathroom got very steamy.

I turned the water off, dried myself, wrapped a towel around my wet hair. Then I reached for a bathrobe hanging behind the door, put it on and tightened the sash. I walked out of the bathroom and turned the lights off. I was still feeling warm from the shower. I stood in the living room of the suite, looking at the bedroom entrance. Then I saw the door to the balcony on my left. Some fresh air would feel good right now, I decided. I turned away from the bedroom and towards the balcony.

Stepping on to the balcony, I closed the door. It was slightly chilly, but not too much. This balcony also overlooked the expressway some 200 feet below. Just like the one in my room. I looked around the honeycomb of dark balconies and tried to figure out which one was mine. The dark silhouettes of the Sahyadris stood statuesque in the background. Occasionally, the horn of a truck sounded from the expressway. The stars were out in half the sky. A half moon was hidden behind a small cloud. I opened the towel wrapped around my wet hair and started rubbing my hair with it again.

A couple of minutes later, the balcony door opened. I turned around to see Sharma step through it. He was wearing just his underwear and a loose t-shirt. The hair around his big bald spot was standing out like a porcupine's quills. In his hand was a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. I wrapped the towel around my head again, put my elbows on the granite top of the balcony wall and looked at the dark hills. I wasn't quite sure what to say to Sharma. He seemed unsure too. Just stood a couple of feet away from me and lit a cigarette. He took a couple of puffs, put his elbows on the balcony wall and stood in the same pose as I was.

"Can I have one?" I heard myself ask, looking straight ahead.

"You smoke?" Sharma sounded surprised. He turned and looked at me.

"No. I mean, not any more. I used to. Some times."

I saw the open pack of cigarettes in front of me. Wills Navy Cut, I noticed the brand for the first time. I pulled one out and pressed it between my lips. Sharma lit the lighter and held it in front of me. I brought the cigarette near the flame and took a long drag. The deliciously evil smoke filled my lungs with the compassion of a long lost lover. I watched the gray smoke disappear in the darkness as I inhaled. I leaned with my elbows still on the granite and kept smoking.

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"You're incredible." Sharma finally said.

I stayed silent. A few moments went by and I felt Sharma hesitantly put his left hand on my shoulder. I did not react. He slowly pulled me close to him. I was now standing right next to him, his arm around me, as we both smoked. Gradually, Sharma moved his hand lower and rubbed my back. I looked at him. His ugly face worse an expression of arousal and trepidation. I guess he was wondering if I would lash out at him if he tried fucking me again. It must have been obvious to him that the first time, he had just been lucky to be in the right place at the right time when Uday was done fucking me. Uday had warmed me up all night and after that, Sharma had swooped in. Now, I had slept, showered, and wasn't drunk any more.

I was wondering about the same thing from my perspective. How far did I want to let him go? A few hours back, I had found even his gaze abhorrent. Since then I had let him see first my boobs, then my cunt in the restaurant, then let him watch as I got fucked, then fucked his dick and finally let him fuck me. I could not deny that I had enjoyed it, thanks mainly to the bent tip of his dick. But where do I draw the line now, sober, cleaned up, and on a balcony? I took a few puffs as I weighed this question in my mind.

By then, Sharma's hand had made a slow and careful journey to the small of my back over the bathrobe's sash. Gradually, he slid it down, and put it over my left butt cheek. Gave it a squeeze, then moved it to my right butt cheek and gave it another squeeze. I kept smoking and looking straight ahead. A moment later, after seeing no resistance or reaction from me, Sharma scrunched his fingers and pulled up the back of the robe. He kept pulling it up gradually until I felt the coolness of the night on my bare ass.

He then put his left hand on my bare butt and gently moved it lower. The back of the robe fell back, hanging over his wrist as his fingers came to a stop on my labia. I let out a low moan with a puff of smoke as his index finger gingerly entered my cunt. Then his middle finger joined it. And he slowly started fucking my cunt with his fingers. It was already far from dry. His actions started getting it moist again.

I grabbed the edge of the balcony wall and bent lover, my boobs resting on the top of the wall through the robe. As Sharma pushed his fingers deeper into my cunt, I let out a whimper. My fingers parted and the almost burnt out cigarette fell down. I bent forward to see it fall on the lush green lawn. I hoped it wouldn't start a fire. Sharma stubbed out his own cigarette on the outside of the wall and threw it down. Then he took a couple of steps and moved behind me.

He took his hand out from under my robe and I let out an involuntary sigh as his fingers exited my cunt. His movements were now more assertive. I felt him raised the back of my bathrobe, exposing my ass again. This time he tucked the back of the robe into the sash and took a step back to admire my butt. I turned my head around and saw his ugly fac wearing an expression of delight as he stared at my fleshy buttocks. I looked ahead again at the shadows of the hills.

SMACK!

He spanked my ass hard and the sound seemed to echo in the quiet night. I flinched and tried to stand up straight, but I felt his left hand on my back push me down. He held me down and them SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK spanked me hard a few more times. I winced at the sting of his spanks.

"I've been dreaming about doing this since the first time you walked out of my office, these inviting buttocks swaying behind you."

"It hurts." I said more as a matter of fact than in complaint.

Four more spanks landed on my ass. Then they stopped. I heard a faint rustle of fabric and then felt the moist tip of Sharma's dick poke against my butt. His left hand was already holding me down. His right hand moved down my ass crack and parted my cheeks. And then I felt his bent tip enter my cunt. Slowly, it filled me up, the angle of the bend again rubbing against parts of my inner wall not used to being rubbed that way.

I inhaled deeply and braced for the fucking to begin. It started at a much more luxurious pace that last time. On the previous occasion, Sharma had opportunistically penetrated me and had impatiently fucked me hard fearing that I might push him off. This time, the build-up had been slow and he knew I was willing. So he was relishing it. He moved both his palms to my ass and fucked me with long slow strokes. Again, I was amazed at how good his strokes felt. It helped that I was not looking at him, although his big belly rubbed against my back and reminded me of exactly who he was.

A few minutes later, his right palm took a break from massaging my right ass cheek and reached for the pack of cigarettes on the balcony wall. He lit one and took a few puffs as he kept fucking me. I was starting to feel more and more pleasure at this fucking, but mindful of being in a balcony, I kept my moans to a minimum. Sharma then put his left hand on my left shoulder and pulled my torso straight until I felt his breath on my ear. He bit my earlobe, a little too hard making me yelp a little louder than I had intended to. Then he raised his right hand and put the cigarette to my lips. I took a puff at the same time as a particularly hard thrust in my cunt and started coughing.

Sharma held out the cigarette for me to take. I took it in my right hand and took a smaller, better timed puff. Meanwhile, Sharma's now-free right hand moved swiftly inside the front of my bathrobe and grabbed my left tit. Squeezing it really hard, he started fucking me a little faster.

"Don't....cum......inside." I whispered in between strokes.

"Still a long way way." Sharma said. Then he put his left hand under my robe to join his right hand, and he grabbed me by my breasts and pulled me even closer. That made me straighten and his dick slipped out of my cunt.

As I took another puff from the cigarette, Sharma's right hand reached for my head and pulled off the towel wrapped around my hair and threw it on the floor. The moist hair fell around my shoulders and Sharma buried his face in it and took a deep whiff. He then turned me around so I was facing him. His ugly features, bald head and yellow teeth flooded my view. He took the cigarette from my hand and took a couple of puffs as he took a step forward, his dick rubbing against the front of my crotch over the bathrobe. He clumsily kissed me and then put the cigarette back in my right hand.

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"Keep your elbows firmly on the wall." He pushed my elbows back.

Next, he untied the sash of my bathrobe and opened it, cupping my breasts for a brief instant. Then, he almost knocked me off my feet, literally and figuratively, as he swiftly reached down and lifted me by the knees. I lost my balance and my left elbow nearly slipped off the wall. Luckily, I moved it back and was able to stabilize myself.

The bathrobe hung limply behind me as my butt was hoisted in the air, and my knees were in Sharma's hands. he took a step forward and moved his hands to hips and then held me up my the butt cheeks.

"What're you doing?" I asked as I struggled to get comfortable.

"You'll love this."

"Oh fuck!" I said biting my lips as Sharma shoved his dick into my cunt again. He was right. This position, with my body suspended in the air did feel pretty good. Sharma's belly slapped against my stomach as he started fucking me, gently at first and then faster. I was reminded of the cigarette in my hand. I slowly raised my right elbow off the wall, still managing to retain my balance and took a puff.

"Wrap your legs around my back." Sharma said and I complied. And the delightful fucking continued. It went on for several minutes as I finished the cigarette and threw it away. But I didn't light another. Unused to this much smoking, my throat was feeling dry.

I was amazed at how great Sharma's bent dick felt inside me from this position. He moved forward and started biting my boobs as he stepped up the pace of fucking. I closed my eyes and did my best to keep my moans low. When I opened my eyes a couple of moments later, I noticed a movement in the periphery. I followed the movement and saw, much to my shock that someone was standing in the balcony two floors above as and four windows to the right.

"Shit...someone....is.....ummmmm......ahhh..... watching us." I whispered.

"Where?"

I motioned with my eyes, and Sharma turned is head around and looked. It didn't seem to bother him, because he turned back and kept fucking me at the same pace.

"It's too dark for them to see anything." Sharma dismissively said.

Panicking, I looked at other balconies and windows. And saw what looked like at least two more figures standing in a balcony on the far side of the resort. How long had they all been watching?

"Let's go inside." I pleaded with Sharma but he ignored me and kept fucking.

My eyes swung from one watcher to the other in panic. Was it panic? or was it arousal? Because soon, I started feeling an orgasm approach. A big one. Shit! I was going to have an orgasm in front of others. Or maybe it was coming because I had an audience?

"Slower." I whispered but Sharma increased his speed. And yep, there it was, almost here.

With great effort, I bit down on my lower lip as the orgasm surged through me like a hurricane.

"HRNNNNNN....HMMMMPPPPPPFFFFFF"

My clamped lips did their best to muffle the sound, but it was still pretty loud. I started thrashing about, my blows rubbing the balcony wall. Sharma, showing presence of mind, realized I might slip, so he grabbed me under my armpits and pulled me into an embrace. He still kept thrusting his dick into my cunt. I wrapped my hands around his neck, my body perched over his massive belly as I wailed and thrashed and the orgasm finally subsided.

Sharma slowly let me go. My feet touched the floor but my knees bucked and I slumped down on the crumpled towel that once used to be around my hair. My head was at the level of Sharma's crotch and he immediately shoved his dick into my mouth and started bucking his hips. Watching me cum had set him off too. As Sharma's salty semen flooded my mouth, I thanked the stars that he hadn't cum in my cunt again.

As soon as Sharma emptied his load, he let go of my hair. I shot up rushed to the balcony wall and spit out his semen into the darkness below. Si stood there, breathing hard, trying to regain my composure. I looked around and the watchers were still there. Right away, I tied up the bathrobe and walked inside. Sharma followed me.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The Sales Star Ch. 05

I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself up, and came out. Sharma was sitting on a couch in the living room with the TV on at low volume. He was still wearing the t-shirt and his underwear, its crotch now moist.

"I'm not sleepy." He said by way of explanation.

I wasn't sleepy either. I sat on the couch, at the other end from where Sharma was sitting. As I put my elbow on the armrest, I realized it was slightly bruised. I rolled up the sleeve of the bathrobe and rubbed the bruise.

"Sorry if I rode you too hard." Sharma said, flashing his jaundiced smile.

I stayed silent and looked at the TV screen. It was playing a Beyonce video.

"This Beyonce." Sharma said turning his gaze back to the screen. "She has some ass, huh?"

We both watched Beyonce's ass shake to the music.

"You know, your ass is almost exactly the same shape as Beyonce's."

"No it isn't." I said.

"Yes it is." Sharma slid close to me, put his hands on my waist and turned my butt sideways facing him. He fondled my ass and then looked at the screen. "I can hardly tell the two asses apart."

"Can we not talk about my ass, please?" I said, feeling a bit irritated, and slapped his hand away. But he put put it back on my ass.

"You should be proud of your ass. It is so beautiful, so perfect, so very Darwinian."

"Huh?" I said, slapping his hand away again. "How can an ass be Darwinian?"

"Don't you know the evolutionary reason behind women having prettier and fuller asses than men?"

"I'm not sure." I never pegged Sharma as an amateur evolutionary biologist.

"You, see, until a few thousand years ago when we humans were just cavemen, we fucked like animals. Mounting from behind. Doggy style. Like we were fucking earlier before I hoisted you on your elbows."

I blushed at his reference to our fucking.

"So you see," he continued, "what men saw while fucking was the ass jutting upwards. That made them prefer mating with women who had nice looking round asses. I'll show you."

"It's okay." I said, but Sharma had already put his hands on my waist and pulled me to knees. He raised the bathrobe again, exposing my butt.

"So women like you with asses like this," Sharma put a palm on my right ass cheek with a smack. "were fucked more and bred more, and passed on their genetic material to their daughters who also tended to have great asses. So the reason for great asses - natural selection. Hooray Darwin!"

"I see." I tried to sit back down but Sharma held me in place.

"Fuck, what an ass you have." he said, and then I felt his nose on my butt and his tongue flick at my cunt.

"Ummmm." an involuntary moan escaped my lips.

Sharma's tongue then moved to my clit and teased it, making me squirm on my knees on the couch. His tongue then started lapping hard at my clit, and again, I felt pleasure surge through me. Within a couple of minutes, I was breathing hard and gently squealing at every stroke Sharma's tongue laid on my clit. I grabbed on to the hand rest of the couch with my ass raised in the air as Sharma kept working my clit with his tongue. I was sure that if he kept going at it like that, I would have an orgasm soon. But Sharma withdrew. I groaned and looked back at him. He was slipping his underwear off.

"Already?" I asked, surprised. It had been hardly ten minutes since he came in my mouth.

"Not quite." He said. I saw that his dick wasn't hard. "Just trying another thing I've been fantasizing of doing with you."

He took his underwear off, sat on the couch and turned sideways to face me. I squealed in surprise as he grabbed me by my thighs and raised them a foot above the couch. I hung on to the armrest with my hands, the only part of my body not raised in the air. He held me like that for a few seconds and chuckled as he watched me squirm in the air, trying to avoid falling down. Then he slid under me, and let go of my thighs. My body landed on his with a thump as I realized what he wanted to do.

He pulled my knees closer to his face and put them on either side of his head. My chin rubbed against the lower portion of his hairy balls as I slid down (or up) his body. And there I was, positioned in a 69 with a man whose very smile seemed abhorrent to me until a few hours ago. He moved me a little to adjust the exact alignment and soon I felt his tongue flick my clit again. He resumed teasing it, but at a slower pace than before.

I raised my head and brought my eyes to rest upon the task that I was expected to reciprocate with. His dick was limply resting on its side on the bed of his thick gray pubic hair. It looked so sad and lonely. I moved my hair to one side, wrapped my fingers around his dick and took it in my mouth. It tasted bad, but then I figured I didn't have much cause to complain, since chances are, my juices were still on it from our romp in the balcony.

I sucked his limp dick, alternating between a lot of suction and gentle licking. It did not respond right away. I kept at it for a couple of minutes but the dick stayed limp. I even tried licking his balls, as bad as they tasted. My technique usually got Manish hard even if he was dog tired after a long day at work. But Sharma's member proved unresponsive.

I on the other hand was responding a little too well. This happens to me frequently. After I have a few orgasms under my belt, so to say, my nerves ending, probably fresh from the exercise are ultras sensitive. The first couple of orgasms may take time, but later on, especially with the clit, I can cum very very fast. And that's what started happening.

Within a couple of minutes of Sharma's tongue starting its work, I came again, this time my boobs rubbing against his big hairy belly creating an utterly foreign sensation for my nipples as I shook. I also felt my thighs slap Sharma in the face as I moved under the orgasm's onslaught and managed to slip in a "Sorry" between my groans. All this while, my fingers were wrapped around his dick, trying to coax life into it, but in vain.

Once my orgasm receded, I stopped shaking, and turned my attention back to his dick. I started sliding off his body, thinking that since I had cum, 69-ing didn't make sense. But Sharma grabbed my ass and held it in place.

"I like the view. Stay the way you are."

I obeyed, trying not to picture the exact "view" Sharma was getting. I started sucking on his limp dick again, wrapping my index finger and thumb tightly around its base. As I worked the unresponsive dick by swirling my tongue around it, I noticed that a hint of the bend was evident even in this state.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Meanwhile Sharma was running his hands all over my ass and my thighs, fondling them with delight. He put his fingers into my ass crack and traced a line up and down it. Then he spanked my right ass cheek so hard, it pushed me forward and made his dick slip out of my mouth. I propped myself back up on my elbows, my hair falling all around my face, and took his dick in my mouth again. His spanked my left ass cheek next, but I was expecting the blow and absorbed the impact with my elbows. And then Sharma started spanking me alternately on each ass cheek, every couple of seconds.

Sharma was evidently an avid spanker. And he seemed to derive more than just casual pleasure from it, because as he started spanking me, his dick slowly started coming to life in my mouth. It might have been my expert tongueing too, but the element of the stimulus from the spanking could not be ignored. I did not mind. I always enjoyed light spanking, and although Sharma's blows were landing a bit harder than I was accustomed to, I actually found myself liking them. The fat raspy fingers of his hand were a contrast from Manish's relatively slimmer and smoother ones. My cunt started getting wetter.

After a couple of dozen or so spanks, Sharma stopped. His dick in my mouth was almost fully erect now. The bent tip was becoming more and more prominent. Then I felt Sharma put the fingers of both his hands into my ass crack and part my ass cheeks. Imagining what that enabled him to see made me blush. He ran his tongue up and down my ass crack, making it wet, something that made me feel very uncomfortable. And then....

"OWWWW!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!"

I screamed as Sharma inserted a finger into my asshole. I squirmed and tried to get off him, but he kept his left hand on my waist and held me down. I felt his fingers probe deeper into my ass. I clenched and it stopped.

"ASSHOLE!!!" I yelled, struggling to get off him.

"My sentiments exactly!" Sharma said and guffawed at his own joke. An inch or so of his finger was still in my ass. I reached back with my hands to fight him off but he slapped my hands away.

Finally, with a great deal of effort, I pushed the back of the couch hard with my right hand, and jerked my hips outward. That made Sharma lose his grip on my waist, and I slid off him and fell to the floor, his fingers pulling out of my asshole in the process. Sharma was still laughing as I sat up on my haunches and shot him an angry look. He sat up straight on the couch as well.

"What the fuck was that?"

"Oh come on..... I was just.... I couldn't resist. Sorry." But the smile on his face was devoid of any contrition.

"Don't you dare pull something like that again!" I glowered at him.

"Sorry. Really sorry." he said now with a more serious expression on my face. "But look, I am all ready now."

He swung his bent dick side to side, making it look even more bizarre than it already did.

"Yeah, well, I am not." I said, getting up.

"Oh come on. I said sorry."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me sideways into his lap. His erect dick slapped against my thigh. He pulled me into a kiss, pushing his thick tongue in my mouth, and inserted his finger into my wet cunt.

"You're ready as well, Ketaki. Moisture doesn't lie."

He kissed me on my shoulder and took his finger out of my cunt. Then he put his hands on my hips and moved me so my back was resting against his pot belly and his dick slid under my cunt lips.

"You want it. Your body wants it." Then biting my ear slightly, "Your cunt wants it too."

As his dick kept rubbing against my pussy lips, I realized that I didn't want to want it, but yes, I did want it. I stopped resisting. Sharma spread his legs, and my feet fell to the ground between them. I raised my butt slightly and one hand holding his dick in place, lowered myself onto it. The erect bent dick entered my cunt. For the third time that night. Gosh, was that right? Uday had fucked me just once that night and was sleeping, while Sharma was energetically starting his third round. Even if I counted the outdoor fuck with Uday earlier in the evening, Sharma had still fucked me more often than him. Not something I'd have even dreamed of when this trip had started.

I started hopping up and down on Sharma's dick, once again enjoying the peculiar way in which this modestly sized but unusually shaped dick felt inside me. Soon Sharma started jerking his hip to meet every stroke of mine and it felt even better. I put my hands on his thighs and increased the tempo even more. Soo the room was filled with sounds of our skin slapping and my OOOHS and AHHHHS and UHMMMMS. My tits rose and fell at a rapid frequency.

Five minutes later, Sharma pulled me back closer to him. I had to arch my back due to the size of his stomach. He then pulled my legs up by the thighs and put the palms of my feet on his thighs. All this while, the fucking continued at a rapid pace. I was now squatting on Sharma's lap, his dick in my cunt, my back resting against his chest and stomach, his teeth biting my ears.

About five more minutes later, Sharma put his hand on my boobs and started drilling me really hard. His motion was enough to keep things going so I stopped bobbing up and down on my own. Oh wow! This angle felt really good. I don't fuck in this position nearly enough, I thought to myself. His dick felt so amazing inside me. Oh, that wave of ecstasy was building up again! Yes, there would be another orgasm soon. How many had I had all night? I had lost count! I close my eyes, enjoyed the fucking and waited for the big O.

"Ketaki..." Sharma breathlessly said.

"Hmmm..."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Hmmmm..."

This was not the time to yap, you idiot, I felt like saying. But I was too caught up in the fucking to articulate words.

"Just out of curiosity. Not to do anything about it."

"WHAT?" I said, annoyed.

"Earlier.." Sharma said, inhaling deeply as he kept assaulting my cunt. "...my finger went into your ass pretty easily. You have anal sex regularly, don't you?"

"What? No! UMmmmmm" Yes, that orgasm was just around the corner, if we'd stop playing 20 questions.

"I promise, I won't ask to do it. Just...." another deep breath, "curious. Tell me the truth."

"OHHH GOD!!!" I screamed as the orgasm was almost upon me.

"You do, don't you?" Sharma suddenly stopped fucking me and I plopped on his lap.

But I was too close now. I started hopping up and down, and moaning as the orgasm swept in.

"Just tell me the truth."

"OHHH FUCK!!! YESSS!!! OKAY!?? YESS! I get fucked in the ass occasionally. By my husband. Now start pounding me again, you piece of shit! I am about to cum"

Having gotten the answer he wanted, Sharma started hammering me again. And soon, the orgasm hit me. In full force. Sharma kept fucking me throughout. That helped it last longer. At last, I felt the orgasm recede.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

But Sharma was still fucking me. How long had been this time, I wondered. Seemed like forever. Then it seemed like Sharma was about to cum, because he pushed him off his lap. I started getting down on my knees to take his cum on my breasts this time, I decided. But instead, he pulled me into and embrace on top of him, and put his dick back into my cunt. My thighs were starting to hurt now, but Sharma seemed nowhere close to done.

He buried his face in my boobs, put his hands on my ass, and kept fucking me like that. I really hoped he would get done soon. I was exhausted.

"Well well well.... look who's still playing! Can I cut in?"

I turned around to see Uday walk out of the bedroom. His dick was fully erect as well. Oh no! Now he would want a go! Yes, the whole point of this night had been to carry his seed, but I couldn't bear to keep this going right now.

"In a minute." Sharma said and kept hammering my cunt.

Now I was just lying limp in arms, my head on his shoulders. I stared at Uday with blank eyes. He took a couple of steps forward and put his dick in my mouth. I was too tired to make any proactive efforts towards a blowjob, so he had to be content with just fucking my mouth. And that's how it went for a while, Uday fucking my mouth and Sharma continuing his seemingly interminable assault on my cunt.

"Sharmaji, come on!" Uday said. "It's been ten minutes already!"

Ten minutes since Uday came into the room. So at least 35-40 minutes overall. And about 20 or so minutes on the balcony right before that. I had been fucked almost non-stop for over an hour. No wonder I felt close to passing out.

"Let me keep going, yaar!" Sharma breathlessly said. "I don't usually last this often."

"I've got blue balls here!"

"Why don't you try her ass? She just told me she regularly takes it up the ass."

"Really?" Uday said happily taking his dick out of my mouth.

I was in no position to even answer. Part of me wanted to refuse and resist. But then, another part said, well, it is true. I do get fucked in the ass by Manish every once in a while, although I don't particularly enjoy it. It always seemed so dirty, I had never shared this fact even with Bhakti, my closest friend.

If I refused, then Uday would fuck me separately for who knew how long. This was I could get them both done at the same time. So I just nodded.

Uday's face lit up like a kid in the candy store and he jumped behind me. I heard him spit on his dick a few times and then felt it push against my asshole. Manish's dick was longer and thicker, so Uday's dick had no problems entering my ass. Besides, I was so exhausted and limp like a rag doll, every muscle in my body was relaxed. It took Uday less than a minute to shove his dick in my ass using just his saliva as lubrication. And he started fucking me.

I had been fucked in the ass before, but never double penetrated. Even in that nearly comatose state, it felt kinky and kinda nice. I got hammered in both holes like that for about five minutes.

"WOW! Her ass is so amazingly perfect! I am cumming!"

Uday yelled and started fucking my ass even harder, making me rise and fall on Sharma's chest even harder.

"Fuck, me too!!" Sharma said.

I was too far gone to even think about possible impregnation by Sharma at that point. I was barely conscious. I just lay there, feeling my body get hammered and abused, bearing the unusual feeling of cum filling up my cum and my bowels simultaneously. Both men were hollering as they shot their loads in me. Uday stopped cumming, then put his head on my shoulder. Sharma kissed my boobs. We all lay there, still the beast with three backs, with apologies to Shakespeare. And then Uday's dick left my butt, his cum oozing out and spreading all over my ass crack.

I gradually got up from Sharma's lap, and his cum oozed down my thighs. But within a second I had fallen on the floor. I didn't even have the strength to stand. I was dimly aware of the two men lifting me up and carrying me to the bedroom. They plopped me on the bed and I curled under the sheets with great effort. My crotch and ass and thighs were a mess, but I couldn't care less.

The last sight I saw that was their smiling faces looking at me with a sense of triumph on their faces. My eyes closed and I fell asleep.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The Sales Star Ch. 06

A bright flash of light disturbed my sleep. I opened my eyes with great effort and saw Uday jerking open the curtains of the suite's bedroom. He was fully dressed in formal clothes. I looked down and saw the sheets were gathered around my waist and my boobs were exposed. Not like he hadn't seen everything already.

"What time is it?" I suppressed a yawn and asked, sitting up with a lot of effort. Most parts of my body still aches because of the thorough and almost incessant fucking I had received from the two men.

"It's almost 10."

Uday said, then walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, putting one hand around me and the other on my boobs. He gently kissed me on my lips, and then got up. He walked to a breakfast trolley that I noticed on the other side of the bed, picked up a cup of tea and handed it to me. I took a couple of sips. Tasted like some sort of masala chai with a weird blend of spices. I detected cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, and something else I couldn't quite place.

Uday brought me a fried egg sandwich and I ate it hungrily. A few seconds later, a thought popped into my head. How did that food trolley get here? Did a waiter bring it in? If so, had he seen my sleeping with my boobs exposed. I was about to ask Uday about it when a more important question hit me.

"Don't we have to meet the Zincorp bosses?"

"Yes we do. But you don't have to come if you're too tired."

"No, I'll be okay." I said gulping down some more of the chai. I didn't feel perfectly okay, but no matter what I had done last night, I was a professional. This deal was very important for the company and my sales quota.

I put the empty chai cup on the night stand and got up. That's when Sharma walked in, drying his naked body, evidently right out of the shower. I purposefully looked away from his crotch, trying to forget the fact that I had been fucked by this man so many times. At that memory, I also noticed dried streaks of cum all over my legs, other parts of my body, and my hair. Sharma reached to squeeze my boobs but I slapped his hands away and strode past him.

"Are you done with the bathroom?" I asked. "I'm going to take a shower, then go to my room, get dressed, and join you guys for the meetings."

"Oh..." Sharma said, looking a little confused. "You're coming too? Did you have chai?"

"Yes, I had chai!" What a non-sequitir, I thought. I noticed my skimpy dress from last night, and picked it up, taking it to the bathroom with me. "Where's my thong and my bra?"

"I am not sure." Uday said, looking at me very carefully.

"Please look for them while I shower. I can't walk back to my room in broad daylight in this dress with nothing underneath."

"Ok."

I got in the shower and turned the hot water on. It felt good on my aching body. But it also filled me with a sense of relief....a sense of relief that was a bit too overwhelming. I started feeling sleepy again. For a few moments, I thought I would doze off right there. With great effort, I washed my body, dried myself, and walked back outside with my dress in my hand. Sharma was now fully dressed too and was standing with Uday near the window.

Every step I took felt heavy. I knew I was tired, and I knew that hot showers make you sleepy, but I had no idea I was THIS tired and would feel so sleepy. At that moment I felt like crawling back under the sheets. With heavy feet and a heavy head, I trudged back to the bed and sat down on it. I was having a lot of trouble fighting off sleep.

"Are you okay?" Uday asked with concern in his voice and sat next to me.

"I.....I just feel......so sleepy." I laid down on the bed.

"You look exhausted." Uday stroked my forehead. "Listen, just sleep for a couple of hours more. I will go with Sharma and take care of these first couple of meetings myself. Then we'll come and get you for lunch. And you can join the meetings after that."

"Okay." even saying that word seemed to take a lot of effort. I closed my eyes, and pulled the sheets over my body. As I drifted back to sleep, I heard Uday and Sharma walk out.

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It was supposed to be just a couple of hours. But it turned out to be a really long slumber. For the most part, it was dreamless. But a couple of times I did feel like I was in a dream. Looking back, those weren't dreams. What felt like Sharma trying to shake me awake in a dream was real. What felt like Sharma fucking me in my dream, was also real. Days later, I got flashes of recollection with minor details - how he took his clothes off, how he went down on me and got me wet, and then how he fucked me. I was semi-conscious during that time and like getting fucked. Later I also remembered that this happened twice, although at exactly what times, I couldn't say. But at that time, and even after waking up, for a while those instances seemed like dreams.

When I finally woke up because of some sound, fully awakened and more or less rejuvenated, it was several hour later. I noticed that I was still naked, and then tried hard to remember the last time I wasn't naked. The clock on the nightstand read 3:45 PM. The sound that woke me up came from the living room of the suite. I guessed Sharma or Uday or both were outside. I got up and walked towards the suite, intending to ask them why they hadn't woken me up for the meetings.

"Hey why did..." I walked into the living room rubbing my eyes, then froze, then "EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

I screeched and with my arms instinctively crossing across my boobs ran back into the bedroom. I pulled a blanket from the bed, wrapped it around my body, and then marched back out, furious.

"YOU FUCKING PERVERT!!!!"

"S-s-s-s----sorrry madam....very sorry...."

The feeble voice came from an equally feeble body in the resort staff's uniform. Both his hands were covering his eyes, with a cloth duster in one hand. The table lamp that he had been cleaning when I walked in fully naked was on the floor. He was making his way towards the door, his eyes still covered. He stumbled against a chair as he did so, but kept moving.

"GET OUT!!!!"

"Madam, please...listen. I didn't know anyone was in here. there was no Do Not Disturb sign. And I even knocked....but..."

"OUT!!!"

He opened the door, and ran out, closing it behind him. I dead-bolted the door, then marched back into the bedroom. I looked around for my handpurse and my cellphone to call Uday and ask where the fuck he was. The whole bedroom was a mess. I spotted my phone and was reaching for it when the landline in the room rang. I picked it up.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Hello." I said and a long breathless stream of words flew out of the earpiece in response.

"Madam, please listen. I knocked. There was no response. There was no Do Not Disturb sign. I was just doing my job. And I had only been in the suite five minutes. I didn't even know you were in the bedroom. I didn't see anything. I promise. My mother's promise. Please don't complain to the manager. I have two unmarried sisters. Please don't get me fired. Please madam please madam please madam...."

I heard him start sobbing. And I felt bad for the poor guy. It wasn't his fault. And he hadn't done anything untoward.

"Okay, calm down. I won't complain."

"Thank you madam. Thank you."

I hung up the receiver and reached for my cellphone to call Uday. Shit, it was out of charge. As I threw off the blanket wrapped around me and looked for my clothes, I noticed it for the first time. The stickiness between my legs. And some dried cum on my thighs. I was confused. To the best of my recollection, I had cleaned it all up in the morning when I showered. or had I? I walked back to the bathroom, and cleaned myself up again.

Then I spent ten minutes looking for my underwear in the room, but I couldn't find the thong or the bra. Uday had taken the bra off in the restaurant, and I was sure he had put it in his pocket. But it wasn't around.

I pulled on the dress anyway, and looked in the mirror. Oh hell no! This looks way too obscene! Then I remembered that I had looked exactly like that last night in front of the whole restaurant, and I turned red with shame. But then I turned my mind back to the matter at hand. I had to get back to my room. And I couldn't wear this.

Eventually I stepped out of the room with a nice long bathrobe tightly wrapped around me and my purse and phone in my hand. It brought back memories of getting fucked on the balcony, and I felt another pang of shame and regret. It wasn't ideal attire. But at least it wasn't as skanky as someone with boobs as big as me going bra-less in a tube dress.

I got to my room in a few minutes, encountering only cursory glances from people I passed. I guess they assumed I was going to or coming back from the resort pool. I took another quick shower, and picked out the most conservative granny panties I could find and the bra with the largest cups. Over that I wore a pant suit, buttoned my shirt all the way up, and made sure I was wearing the simplest formal shoes I had brought. I picked up my cellphone. Shit! Forgot to plug it in! It was still dead. Doesn;t matter. I could just go to the conference and ask around until I found Uday or Sharma.

"Hello ma'am." the woman at the reception flashed me her most genuine fake smile.

"Hi. Could you tell me which floor or which halls the Zincorp conference is being held in?"

"What conference ma'am?"

"Zincorp."

"Zincorp....Zincorp....Zincorp...." she checked the computer screen and clicked her mouse a few times. "Do you mean Jindal Group, ma'am?"

"No, not Jindal Group. Zincorp. They have a big leadership conference. And a lot of entertainment events planned."

"I don't see it here ma'am. Let me check with my supervisor. He handles corporate relations anyway."

She went to a room adjoining the reception desk and came out with a middle aged man in a black suit.

"Did you ask for Zincorp, miss?" he politely asked me.

"Yes. Not Jindal Group. Zincorp." I said, getting annoyed.

"I am aware of the difference between Jindal and Zincorp, miss." He said with a smile. "But there seems to be some confusion. Zincorp did have their leadership conference here. But it was three months ago. They have no event planned here."

I walked back to my room as if in a trance. What the fuck was happening here? There was no conference? So where were Uday and Sharma? And why were we here? In the elevator, I tried hard to remember the brochure Sharma had shown me in his office when he talked about the conference. I had just seen the mugshots of the leadership team and seen the picture of the resort. But I hadn't looked at any of the details.

I reached my room, plugged my phone in, and started to think. And then a sinking pit formed in my stomach as my brain finally started processing all the events rationally. There was only one possible explanation. Oh my god!

That's when my phone rang. It was Uday. As if on autopilot, I answered.

"Ketaki, where are you????"

"I am in my room."

"Okay, I'll be there in a few seconds."

I sat on the bed in silence, staring at myself in the mirror. Now my brain, fueled by the full realization of what had happened, was working on overtime. There was a knock on the door. I opened it.

"We need to get going." Uday said. His bag was in his hand.

"Excuse me?"

"One of my best friends had an accident in Bombay. I have to leave right away." he said.

"What about the meetings with the Zincorp guys? And the conference?"

"I had all the meetings while you were sleeping. It looks good. The order is ours." Uday said, then with a sweet smile, added, "Don't feel guilty about missing the meetings. That's no big deal. I couldn't have closed this deal without you."

"Yeah, you couldn't have." I said, keeping my voice as neutral as I could.

As I packed my valise, I thought to myself, oh well, what's happened has happened. At least I had a good time. I need to think about what to do next. And make sure I have a good time doing it too.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Two weeks later. Friday night. I was at a sea-facing table of the restaurant at Taj Land's End Bandra with the VP of Sales Shankar, my manager Satish, and Uday. Everyone was happy, cracking jokes, and trading old sales war stories. The waiter came with a bottle of champagne. Shankar picked it up himself and started opening the coil. The cork flew off with a loud pop and the champagne bubbled out. He filled our flutes and then said,

"To the dream team of Uday and Ketaki, and the Zincorp account!" he happily said.

We all said cheers and took a few sips.

"Ketaki, there's more good news." Satish said. "Tell her Shankar."

"Satish here is being promoted to national director of sales. As a reward for winning the elusive Zincorp account."

"Congratulations Satish." I said feeling genuinely happy for my wonderful boss. He fully deserved the promotion.

"And you, Ketaki, will be taking over from him as Regional Manager for the Western region!"

I beamed at this unexpected news. Uday smiled at me, and I smiled back with a loving expression on my face.

"And Uday will be getting a very generous raise!"

We clinked our flutes together again. Everything was on track. A morning after pill had ensured I didn't get pregnant from that fateful night. The account came through, at an even higher price than we originally quoted. I got promoted. All's well that ends well. I couldn't wait to do all sorts of things to Uday in bed that night.

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Uday got into the car with me after the celebratory dinner ended. We had taken my car this time. He looked around to make sure no one else was watching and then kissed me hard. I kissed him back.

"Congratulations sweetheart. You deserve this." he said.

"Thanks. I couldn't have done it without you."

"Haha, you have no idea how true that is." Uday smiled and kissed me again.

"Oh, I do. I do." I broke the kiss and smiled at him dreamily. "Which is why I have a surprise for you."

"A surprise?"

"A big surprise."

Uday kept pestering me to tell him what the surprise was as I weaved through the Bandra traffic and then turned north on the Western Express Highway. I switched the topic to office gossip and other lovey dovey conversations. Forty five minutes later, I pulled the car into a posh seaside resort on Gorai beach.

"Ooooh, finally another night with you. Is that the surprise?" Uday said, kissing me.

"Even better."

He followed me to a beach-house. I knocked on the door. A sexy woman dressed in a skimpy black dominatrix outfit opened the door. She held a small whip in one hand.

"Bhakti!" Uday said, his mouth wide open.

"Hi stud!" Bhakti kissed Uday on the cheek and gently touched his crotch.

"What's happening?" Uday said, with a happy grin on his face.

"Bhakti has been going crazy hearing me rave about how amazing you are in bed. So I assumed you didn't mind if she joined us. She and I are.....more than friends if you know what I mean." I walked over to Bhakti and she roughly kissed me.

"Oh wow!"

I could see Uday's crotch starting to bulge.

"But I like it rough." Bhakti caught hold of Uday by the collar and pushed him to the bed. "Think you can handle that?"

"Yes ma'am." Uday eagerly nodded his head.

"THEN STRIP!!!! NOW!!!!" Bhakti brought down the whip on Uday;s hand which was reaching towards her. He pulled it back and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Then Bhakti turned her attention to me.

"Ketaki, you slut! You should know better by now! Why are you still clothed?"

She pushed me to the bed forcefully, and I was next to Uday. She got on top of me and roughly started taking my clothes off. Soon she had me completely naked.

"Now comes the fun part!" She pushed me to the steel headboard.

Then she started kissing me, and reached under the pillow and took out a pair of handcuffs. She looped them around a steel bar in the headboard and clasped them shut. I was splayed out on the bed naked, my hands cuffed tight to the headboard. I pulled hard, but they were too tight and the bars were too strong. Bhakti sat on top of me, still in her dominatrix costume and started slapping my boobs one by one.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

By then, Uday had taken off his clothes and was fully erect. He walked up behind Bhakti and put his hands on her shoulder. But Bhakti swivelled around and dragged him down on the bed.

"You're next. Lie down next to her. NOW!!!"

Uday happily scampered backwards. Bhakti straddled him. His erect dick poked against the crotch of her tight leather shorts.

"Hands behind your head!" she pushed Uday's hands up and taking a pair of handcuffs out from under the pillow, secured them to the headboard.

"Kinky!" Uday said.

Now Uday and I were both completely naked, right next to each other, our hands cuffed above our heads.

Bhakti took another bigger pair of cuffs out. Then giving Uday a sexy smile, she slid lower and in one swift motion, fastened them around his ankles.

"Hey, why are her legs free? Cuff them too!" Uday said, in an excited high pitched voice. His dick was as erect as I had ever seen it, the veins throbbing.

Bhakti got on all fours, and seductively crawled towards Uday until she was straddling his chest. Then she reached under the pillow that was below me. And took our a roll of duct tape. She pulled a 6 inch strip out and held it between her hands.

"I don't have any more cuffs. Should I use duct tape for her legs?"

"Cool!"

"Cool?" Bhakti smiled wide and said.

"Yes very coommmmmmmmmmmmpffffffffffffffffffff???"

With one quick motion, Bhakti had put the duct tape over Uday's surprised mouth. She tore off a few more strips and reinforced it over Uday's mouth. He let out muffled moans of puzzlement as she moved lower and secured his knees together with a lot of duct tape. Then she rolled some duct tape around his feet and secured the other end to iron bar at the foot of the bed. uday was now almost completely immobilized. He moved a little, but still didn't seem the least bit alarmed.

Then Bhakti jumped off the bed and her demeanor changed completely.

"Yuck! That was disgusting! Being on top of him! Yuck!"

Her shoulders shivered as she walked around the bed. She took a key out of the pocket of her shorts and uncuffed my hands. Uday stared with wide eyes as I got up off the bed and quickly started putting my clothes on.

"I'm going to change into something normal." Bhakti said picking up her handbag and heading for the bathroom. "It's one thing wearing this dominatrix outfit with my husband. But not for this guy. Plus, I don't want to get blood all over it."

Uday started shaking hard trying to break free as Bhakti went to change. His eyes were wide with terror.

"Oh relax!" I said as I finished getting dressed and picked up the roll of duct tape. "She was just kidding about the blood."

Uday's muffled voice tried to say something.

"What was that? I couldn't make it out."

He kept moaning and grunting as I pulled out about 10 inches of the duct tape. He watched with horror as I carefully pressed it on his chest, making sure it pressed against the chest hair.

"I think you're asking......why?"

Uday nodded.

"Oh come on, don't be so naive." I said, tapped his chest a few times and then in one swift motion pulled off the tape.

Uday hollered.... or it seemed like he hollered. The multiple layers of duct tape did a great job muffling the sound. But tears started streaming from his eyes. And on his chest there was now a reddish rectangular patch where the tape had been.

"You know, I would have forgiven everything. Everything. The whoring me out for a contract. Lying about the conference. Leaving me without underwear. Letting the waitstaff see me naked. And of course, prepping me for Sharma. I would've forgiven it."

I put a short patch of the duct tape on his forehead, making sure it covered his eyebrows.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"But even after you got everything you wanted. And that old goat Sharma wanted. Why did you have to sedate me the next day?"

The muffled cries seemed like....

"Are you trying to say sorry?"

He nodded eagerly.

"Well, I am sorry too."

The moans got whinier as I pulled his eyebrows off.

Meanwhile Bhakti had changed into jeans and a t-shirt. She looked at uday, smiled, then walked to the closet and took out a big bag.

"Okay, so I got the dildos and cucumbers you asked for." she said, taking out two ominous looking dildos and four massive cucumbers. "And the clamps and ropes for his balls. And then I was passing by a sports goods store and I thought this would be a fun experiment."

She took out a cricket bat and waved it around.

"Isn't it a bit too wide even for as colossal an asshole as Uday?" I said doubtfully.

"Hehe, silly. Not the blade of the bat. The handle. See!" She rolled the rubber grip up on the handle and down. "It even has its own condom! It'll be fun to see how much of the handle he can....umm.....handle."

We both started giggling again. Uday's face was now white with fear. His tears were starting to soak the pillow.

"Okay, let's see if he has the balls for what we have planned next."

"Will you stop with the puns." I giggled, picked up the rope and the clamps and felt exhilarated looking at the defeated expression in Uday's eyes.

THE END

[blackdesk]

So good.

[kamdev99008]

superb.....nice payback story

i have read in one go....

fantastic..