24-01-2020, 01:23 AM
When Mr. Misra told her to come over to him, Jyoti gratefully stood up. But when she was standing next to him, totally naked, she blushed from embarrassment. Jyoti jumped back when Mr. Misra' hand went between her legs.
"Get back over here and spread your legs."
Jyoti shuffled back to the couch and did as she was told. When Mr. Misra' hand slipped between her legs she tensed, but didn't back away. She felt a finger push into her pussy.
"You're dry. Rub your clit so you get lubricated."
Jyoti didn't know how much more humiliation she could take. Her husband's boss had a finger inside her and told her to masturbate. Jyoti had learned to masturbate when she was a teenager. She had been taking a bath and washing her pussy. It felt good so she continued rubbing the top of it until her body shuddered in an orgasm. It became a regular bath time ritual until her mother told her that it was a sin. Since then she had refrained from providing herself that pleasure. And now a stranger was telling her to do it in front of him.
Jyoti located her clit with her forefinger and began a slow rubbing motion. The embarrassed woman felt the man's finger slightly moving in and out of her pussy while she masturbated for him. Jyoti didn't know which was more embarrassing -- when his eyes were staring at her finger or her face. Soon she felt the
finger inside her moving more, now sliding in and out with ease as her natural lubricants were released.
Mr. Misra removed his finger and said, "Get on my lap."
Jyoti was glad when he withdrew his finger and she was able to stop masturbating. As ladylike as possible, Jyoti sat on Mr. Misra' lap sideways with her knees together, but was quickly told to straddle him. She stood up and lifted a knee across his lap and sat. She glanced down and saw his hard cock pointing up at her.
Mr. Misra smiled when he saw Jyoti quickly avert her eyes and said, "Put it inside you."
"Please, I can't do that. I'm married. It's a sin," Jyoti whined.
"Do it or else..."
Jyoti knew she didn't have a choice. She shifted on Mr. Misra' lap trying to impale herself on his cock without touching it. But it was a futile attempt. She gave in and grabbed his cock, angling it downward. Rising up a bit, Jyoti guided the hard dick to her opening and sat down. She felt his big, thick cock slide into her pussy. Then it was completely inside her as she sat on her husband's boss' lap while he stared at her.
Mr. Misra' hands rose to Jyoti's breasts, rubbing and squeezing them. His fingers found her nipples and pulled and twisted them. Jyoti was humiliated when they grew to their full size. She had always been embarrassed of her long nipples and hated it when they got large under her clothes for all to see. But now it was happening a foot away from the leering eyes of her husband's boss, and it wasn't the cold that was causing it. She tried to will them down, but to no avail.
Mr. Misra' hands released her breasts, only to be replaced by his mouth. While he sucked on one tit, Jyoti felt his hands cup her ass, pulling her up and then pushing her down. After switching to her other breast, spending a lot of time on her nipple, Mr. Misra pulled his face away and extended his arms to his sides over the back of the couch.
"Now fuck me," he ordered.
"Get back over here and spread your legs."
Jyoti shuffled back to the couch and did as she was told. When Mr. Misra' hand slipped between her legs she tensed, but didn't back away. She felt a finger push into her pussy.
"You're dry. Rub your clit so you get lubricated."
Jyoti didn't know how much more humiliation she could take. Her husband's boss had a finger inside her and told her to masturbate. Jyoti had learned to masturbate when she was a teenager. She had been taking a bath and washing her pussy. It felt good so she continued rubbing the top of it until her body shuddered in an orgasm. It became a regular bath time ritual until her mother told her that it was a sin. Since then she had refrained from providing herself that pleasure. And now a stranger was telling her to do it in front of him.
Jyoti located her clit with her forefinger and began a slow rubbing motion. The embarrassed woman felt the man's finger slightly moving in and out of her pussy while she masturbated for him. Jyoti didn't know which was more embarrassing -- when his eyes were staring at her finger or her face. Soon she felt the
finger inside her moving more, now sliding in and out with ease as her natural lubricants were released.
Mr. Misra removed his finger and said, "Get on my lap."
Jyoti was glad when he withdrew his finger and she was able to stop masturbating. As ladylike as possible, Jyoti sat on Mr. Misra' lap sideways with her knees together, but was quickly told to straddle him. She stood up and lifted a knee across his lap and sat. She glanced down and saw his hard cock pointing up at her.
Mr. Misra smiled when he saw Jyoti quickly avert her eyes and said, "Put it inside you."
"Please, I can't do that. I'm married. It's a sin," Jyoti whined.
"Do it or else..."
Jyoti knew she didn't have a choice. She shifted on Mr. Misra' lap trying to impale herself on his cock without touching it. But it was a futile attempt. She gave in and grabbed his cock, angling it downward. Rising up a bit, Jyoti guided the hard dick to her opening and sat down. She felt his big, thick cock slide into her pussy. Then it was completely inside her as she sat on her husband's boss' lap while he stared at her.
Mr. Misra' hands rose to Jyoti's breasts, rubbing and squeezing them. His fingers found her nipples and pulled and twisted them. Jyoti was humiliated when they grew to their full size. She had always been embarrassed of her long nipples and hated it when they got large under her clothes for all to see. But now it was happening a foot away from the leering eyes of her husband's boss, and it wasn't the cold that was causing it. She tried to will them down, but to no avail.
Mr. Misra' hands released her breasts, only to be replaced by his mouth. While he sucked on one tit, Jyoti felt his hands cup her ass, pulling her up and then pushing her down. After switching to her other breast, spending a lot of time on her nipple, Mr. Misra pulled his face away and extended his arms to his sides over the back of the couch.
"Now fuck me," he ordered.
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