10-12-2019, 08:50 AM
Are you all listening?" she shouted.
Shah responded by coming close to her, with a tall drink in his hand. He looked around at the rest of them and said,
"OK, Pinky. We understand. But first, you must have this drink."
With that, he grabbed Amishi's hair from behind, made her face upwards and put the glass at her mouth. She tried to say something in protest, but Shah started pouring the drink, the scotch down her throat. She had no choice but to gulp it down. And yet, Shah was pouring the drink so fast that a lot of it spilled and dribbled out the side of her mouth and ran down to her shirt and underneath. Finally, Shah had emptied the whole drink, half of it down Amishi's throat and half of it down her shirt.
"You asshole!" Amishi slurred very slowly and looked at her white shirt. It was drenched in sticky scotch. When he looked up, she saw all the men apart from Mr. Bose had gathered around her. The extra alcohol in her system started showing its effect and her head started spinning,
"Oh no, your shirt is dirty now. Take it off." Reddy said laughing.
"No!" Amishi said. She tried to say it strongly, but it came out very weakly.
Amishi vaguely sensed that someone was unbuttoning her shirt. It was Desai. "How dare you" she tried to say, but instead what she ended up saying was - "Howdrooooo". She tried to stop him using her hands, but he easily brushed her resistance away. In a few seconds, Amishi's shirt was unbuttoned and her boobs contained in her 34C bra were visible to everyone.
Man, look at those tits!" Amishi heard someone say, and suddenly she felt hands all over her bra. A finger went inside the cup and felt her nipples. Amishi sat there, convinced that whatever was happening was very wrong and she should put a stop to it, and fire everyone on the spot. Here she was, their new boss, trying to talk to the, and they were feeling her up like she was some street tart.
"You all are fired!" she shouted, even as her hands were trying in vain to stop the men from mauling her boobs. That was met by laughter in response, and someone said,
"Looks like Pinky takes roleplays really seriously!"
Amishi realized that her shirt was now being pushed off her shoulders and someone was trying to unhook her bra. Within seconds, her naked boobs would be in full view of her subordinates. But as she was worrying about that, her brain detected a new intrusion. Someone's hand was at her waist, unbuttoning her pants. Just as she was about to reach down with her hands and stop that, she felt her hands being pulled up straight. Her shirt was taken off and thrown in a corner. The bra had been unhooked, and it was also taken out through her arms and thrown in the corner.
"No, what are you all doing? I will fire you all." Amishi slurred.
That's when she felt her pants loosen. They had been completely unbuttoned and unzipped. She looked down and saw Shah dig his fingers into her waistband and pull. She struggled, but all the alcohol meant that she did not have any fight left in her.
"Come on Pinky, be a nice girl and raise your ass." Shah said. She refused to comply. But Desai grabbed her waist and effortlessly lifted her up a few inches off the couch, and Shah pulled again. He pulled her pants and her underwear down at once, and pulled them off her ankles. Amishi was now sitting in front of her subordinates, completely naked.
Once she was fully stripped, all the men took a couple of steps back, as if to survey her body.
"Wow, what a hot babe."
"Look at those huge tits...and so firm and perfect."
"Her pussy is shaved. I like that."
"What a flat stomach...this whore surely works out."
These were some of the comments that were flying around the room when suddenly a loud voice said,
"THAT'S ENOUGH!!! LEAVE HER ALONE!!!"
The men looked back in deference and saw that Bose was glaring at them. Amishi was relieved to see someone sane intervene and stop this madness. She put her left hand on her pussy to hide it and her right hand across her nipples, and stared downwards.
Bose got up and slowly waked towards Amishi. He stood next to her and ran his hand over her hair gently,
"You assholes, this is no way to treat such a beautiful lady." he said, "She is not some 100 rupee whore you bang in the red light district. Show some class. Show some sophistication. And learn to be gentle."
Amishi felt heartened by Bose's words and started looking around to find her clothes to put them back on. But right then, she felt something right in front of her face. It was Mr. Bose's face. He stared into her eyes and she stared into his. Gradually his lips approached hers. And before she could even comprehend what was happening, he was kissing her. Softly, gently, and yet passionately.
Amishi's brain told her to resist, but her body started to betray her. She had not been kissed like this for a while....heck she had not been kissed for a while. The last time she had been with a man was with her ex-boyfriend almost a year ago. Since then she had immersed herself in work, and had found neither the time nor the motivation to date. So her passion-starved body started responding on its own to Bose's skillful kissing.
If there was any part of her still willing to break away, Bose's next move put paid to that. With his left hand he reached down and touched her clit. Very adroitly, he started stroking it and playing with it. After that, Amishi was as good as putty in his arms. She arched her back, and leaned back on the couch. She spread her legs to give more access to her privates, and Bose responded by running a finger over her pussy lips even as other fingers kept working the clit. The wetness was undeniable. Amishi's body had been starving for some male contact, and now that it was getting some, it was enjoying it.
Boss finally broke the kiss, and Amishi inhaled loudly. She stared into Bose's eyes and he stared back. Still finger her clit, he started bending down. With her eyes locked on to his, she noticed his face descending, lower and lower. Until it was between her legs. Bose's left hand now moved away from her clit and up to her right breast. His right hand grabbed her left breast. And his tongue started doing what his fingers had been doing, only to more pleasant effect. Amishi started moaning happily as Bose's hands played with her nipples and his tongue worked on her clit. She closed her eyes and started enjoying the gentle waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
A minute later, Bose was still at it, but Amishi felt a tap on her head. She opened her eyes and saw a thick cock, about 6 inches or so, hanging erect close to her left cheek. She stared at it in wonderment. It had been a long time since she saw a cock at such close quarters. In college, guys who dated her had discovered that Amishi usually never sucked dick when sober, but get her drunk and she gave a blowjob like her life depended on it. Well, she was as drunk now as she had ever been. So Shah, whom the cock belonged to, met with no resistance when he guided her face towards the cock. She took it in her mouth hungrily and started sucking it hard. As she sucked the dick, Bose kept working magic with his tongue, and very shortly, Amishi felt her orgasm approach.
Bose sensed what was happening and worked harder with his tongue and Amishi started shaking and quivering. Her huge tits jiggled like jello, and that sight pushed Shah over the edge too. Amishi was thrashing and shaking in her orgasm, and Shah, who had taken his dick out when he felt his approach, started shooting his seed right on her face. It hit her on the cheeks, on the nose, on her eyelids forehead and even landed in her hair. A few seconds later, after her orgasm subsided, Amishi was sitting there, breathing heavily and contented, with her face covered in the semen of a man who was two decades older to her and was her subordinate.
At the poolside where the party was in full swing, Dilip was supervising the resort staff to make sure no supplies fell short. That is when a bellboy from the hotel told him there was someone waiting for him in the lobby. Dilip walked to the lobby and saw an attractive woman sitting there. He walked to her and she stood up and smiled at him.
"Yes? How can I help you?" Dilip asked.
"Hello, my name is Shehnaz." she said in a seductive voice. "I am from the Premiere Escort Service in Delhi."
"What?????" Dilip almost shouted..
"I am Shehnaz. From Delhi. The escort service. Here for the..." she looked around and dropped her voice to a whisper "..gangbang as a gift for some guy."
Dilip just stared at her dumbfounded. He looked at her again. She was tall, slim, shiny hair, and had grey eyes. In basic appearance not very different from the woman he had left at the suite some time back. Just not as drop-dead gorgeous as the other woman was. And this woman was dressed in a tight skirt and a revealing tank-top.
"I am sorry, there seems to be some mistake. The Shehnaz from the Delhi escort service is already here." Dilip said.
"Huh? I am the Shehnaz from Delhi. I flew all the way to Bombay and then took a taxi here." Shehnaz said, annoyed.
"How can this be? Did your escort service send over two of you? Both named Shehnaz?" he asked.
"What are you taking about?" the woman said in a raised voice, "I am the only Shehnaz we have."
"But...but...but.." Dilip stammered. "There is already a woman here who fit the description I got.
Shah responded by coming close to her, with a tall drink in his hand. He looked around at the rest of them and said,
"OK, Pinky. We understand. But first, you must have this drink."
With that, he grabbed Amishi's hair from behind, made her face upwards and put the glass at her mouth. She tried to say something in protest, but Shah started pouring the drink, the scotch down her throat. She had no choice but to gulp it down. And yet, Shah was pouring the drink so fast that a lot of it spilled and dribbled out the side of her mouth and ran down to her shirt and underneath. Finally, Shah had emptied the whole drink, half of it down Amishi's throat and half of it down her shirt.
"You asshole!" Amishi slurred very slowly and looked at her white shirt. It was drenched in sticky scotch. When he looked up, she saw all the men apart from Mr. Bose had gathered around her. The extra alcohol in her system started showing its effect and her head started spinning,
"Oh no, your shirt is dirty now. Take it off." Reddy said laughing.
"No!" Amishi said. She tried to say it strongly, but it came out very weakly.
Amishi vaguely sensed that someone was unbuttoning her shirt. It was Desai. "How dare you" she tried to say, but instead what she ended up saying was - "Howdrooooo". She tried to stop him using her hands, but he easily brushed her resistance away. In a few seconds, Amishi's shirt was unbuttoned and her boobs contained in her 34C bra were visible to everyone.
Man, look at those tits!" Amishi heard someone say, and suddenly she felt hands all over her bra. A finger went inside the cup and felt her nipples. Amishi sat there, convinced that whatever was happening was very wrong and she should put a stop to it, and fire everyone on the spot. Here she was, their new boss, trying to talk to the, and they were feeling her up like she was some street tart.
"You all are fired!" she shouted, even as her hands were trying in vain to stop the men from mauling her boobs. That was met by laughter in response, and someone said,
"Looks like Pinky takes roleplays really seriously!"
Amishi realized that her shirt was now being pushed off her shoulders and someone was trying to unhook her bra. Within seconds, her naked boobs would be in full view of her subordinates. But as she was worrying about that, her brain detected a new intrusion. Someone's hand was at her waist, unbuttoning her pants. Just as she was about to reach down with her hands and stop that, she felt her hands being pulled up straight. Her shirt was taken off and thrown in a corner. The bra had been unhooked, and it was also taken out through her arms and thrown in the corner.
"No, what are you all doing? I will fire you all." Amishi slurred.
That's when she felt her pants loosen. They had been completely unbuttoned and unzipped. She looked down and saw Shah dig his fingers into her waistband and pull. She struggled, but all the alcohol meant that she did not have any fight left in her.
"Come on Pinky, be a nice girl and raise your ass." Shah said. She refused to comply. But Desai grabbed her waist and effortlessly lifted her up a few inches off the couch, and Shah pulled again. He pulled her pants and her underwear down at once, and pulled them off her ankles. Amishi was now sitting in front of her subordinates, completely naked.
Once she was fully stripped, all the men took a couple of steps back, as if to survey her body.
"Wow, what a hot babe."
"Look at those huge tits...and so firm and perfect."
"Her pussy is shaved. I like that."
"What a flat stomach...this whore surely works out."
These were some of the comments that were flying around the room when suddenly a loud voice said,
"THAT'S ENOUGH!!! LEAVE HER ALONE!!!"
The men looked back in deference and saw that Bose was glaring at them. Amishi was relieved to see someone sane intervene and stop this madness. She put her left hand on her pussy to hide it and her right hand across her nipples, and stared downwards.
Bose got up and slowly waked towards Amishi. He stood next to her and ran his hand over her hair gently,
"You assholes, this is no way to treat such a beautiful lady." he said, "She is not some 100 rupee whore you bang in the red light district. Show some class. Show some sophistication. And learn to be gentle."
Amishi felt heartened by Bose's words and started looking around to find her clothes to put them back on. But right then, she felt something right in front of her face. It was Mr. Bose's face. He stared into her eyes and she stared into his. Gradually his lips approached hers. And before she could even comprehend what was happening, he was kissing her. Softly, gently, and yet passionately.
Amishi's brain told her to resist, but her body started to betray her. She had not been kissed like this for a while....heck she had not been kissed for a while. The last time she had been with a man was with her ex-boyfriend almost a year ago. Since then she had immersed herself in work, and had found neither the time nor the motivation to date. So her passion-starved body started responding on its own to Bose's skillful kissing.
If there was any part of her still willing to break away, Bose's next move put paid to that. With his left hand he reached down and touched her clit. Very adroitly, he started stroking it and playing with it. After that, Amishi was as good as putty in his arms. She arched her back, and leaned back on the couch. She spread her legs to give more access to her privates, and Bose responded by running a finger over her pussy lips even as other fingers kept working the clit. The wetness was undeniable. Amishi's body had been starving for some male contact, and now that it was getting some, it was enjoying it.
Boss finally broke the kiss, and Amishi inhaled loudly. She stared into Bose's eyes and he stared back. Still finger her clit, he started bending down. With her eyes locked on to his, she noticed his face descending, lower and lower. Until it was between her legs. Bose's left hand now moved away from her clit and up to her right breast. His right hand grabbed her left breast. And his tongue started doing what his fingers had been doing, only to more pleasant effect. Amishi started moaning happily as Bose's hands played with her nipples and his tongue worked on her clit. She closed her eyes and started enjoying the gentle waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
A minute later, Bose was still at it, but Amishi felt a tap on her head. She opened her eyes and saw a thick cock, about 6 inches or so, hanging erect close to her left cheek. She stared at it in wonderment. It had been a long time since she saw a cock at such close quarters. In college, guys who dated her had discovered that Amishi usually never sucked dick when sober, but get her drunk and she gave a blowjob like her life depended on it. Well, she was as drunk now as she had ever been. So Shah, whom the cock belonged to, met with no resistance when he guided her face towards the cock. She took it in her mouth hungrily and started sucking it hard. As she sucked the dick, Bose kept working magic with his tongue, and very shortly, Amishi felt her orgasm approach.
Bose sensed what was happening and worked harder with his tongue and Amishi started shaking and quivering. Her huge tits jiggled like jello, and that sight pushed Shah over the edge too. Amishi was thrashing and shaking in her orgasm, and Shah, who had taken his dick out when he felt his approach, started shooting his seed right on her face. It hit her on the cheeks, on the nose, on her eyelids forehead and even landed in her hair. A few seconds later, after her orgasm subsided, Amishi was sitting there, breathing heavily and contented, with her face covered in the semen of a man who was two decades older to her and was her subordinate.
At the poolside where the party was in full swing, Dilip was supervising the resort staff to make sure no supplies fell short. That is when a bellboy from the hotel told him there was someone waiting for him in the lobby. Dilip walked to the lobby and saw an attractive woman sitting there. He walked to her and she stood up and smiled at him.
"Yes? How can I help you?" Dilip asked.
"Hello, my name is Shehnaz." she said in a seductive voice. "I am from the Premiere Escort Service in Delhi."
"What?????" Dilip almost shouted..
"I am Shehnaz. From Delhi. The escort service. Here for the..." she looked around and dropped her voice to a whisper "..gangbang as a gift for some guy."
Dilip just stared at her dumbfounded. He looked at her again. She was tall, slim, shiny hair, and had grey eyes. In basic appearance not very different from the woman he had left at the suite some time back. Just not as drop-dead gorgeous as the other woman was. And this woman was dressed in a tight skirt and a revealing tank-top.
"I am sorry, there seems to be some mistake. The Shehnaz from the Delhi escort service is already here." Dilip said.
"Huh? I am the Shehnaz from Delhi. I flew all the way to Bombay and then took a taxi here." Shehnaz said, annoyed.
"How can this be? Did your escort service send over two of you? Both named Shehnaz?" he asked.
"What are you taking about?" the woman said in a raised voice, "I am the only Shehnaz we have."
"But...but...but.." Dilip stammered. "There is already a woman here who fit the description I got.
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