21-02-2020, 04:13 AM
Now that's much better. Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Ichiro?"
Jyoti looked at the Japanese man in the very expensive suit. He was easily 65 years old with gray hair. At only 5'3" he was shorter than Jyoti, but he intimidated her anyway. She noticed the bulge in his pants and the look of lust on his face; his eyes darted from Jyoti's chest to her legs. If he had heard Mr. Misra' question Mr. Ichiro didn't bother to answer.
"Jyoti, dear, sit next to our guest," Mr. Misra said.
Jyoti went and sat next to the Japanese man, frantically covering her breasts with her crossed arms. Misra motioned her to move hands aways.
Jyoti flinched when Mr. Ichiro's hand reached out and cupped her naked breast. She noticed the gold wedding ring on his ring finger, and then remembered that she was wearing her wedding ring too. His fingers caressed her breast and then his hand moved to her other tit, pushing the blouse aside. Soon Mr. Ichiro was squeezing both breasts.
"Jyoti, take our guest's cock out."
Jyoti's eyes were closed, trying to block out what was happening to her. She opened them to complete the task. Jyoti's fingers lowered Mr. Ichiro's zipper and then her hand went inside, searching for his dick. She felt it through his underwear and felt around until her hand slipped inside the fly opening. Grabbing his hard cock, Jyoti maneuvered it and pulled until it was sticking out of his trousers. Mr. Misra told her to rub it.
Jyoti was sitting in hotel room, jerking off an old Japanese man while he fondled her breasts. She felt like a cheap whore. Mr. Ichiro's mouth replaced his hand on Jyoti's breast, then she felt his other hand move from her tit to her thigh where he was trying to wedge it between her tightly closed legs.
When Jyoti parted her legs, Mr. Ichiro's hand instantly went between them and moved upwards to her crotch. In a flash, the thin fingers were exploring Jyoti's pussy, fingers pinching, probing, and sinking inside her. With his thumb rubbing Jyoti's clit, Mr. Ichiro used two fingers to finger-fuck her.
Jyoti looked down and saw the old man eagerly sucking her breast and nipple. Mr. Ichiro's hand was busy between her legs. Jyoti felt like a whore.
Mr. Ichiro's mouth and fingers were incessant and Jyoti's body began to react. Her legs spread more, cunt became wet. It didn't take long before Jyoti's hand grabbed the back of Mr. Ichiro's head and held his mouth against her breast while her hips humped his fingers. Her other hand continued to jerk him off, moving faster up and down the old man's hard cock as she approached a climax.
"Aaahhhhh!!!" Jyoti sighed as her hand, the one that had been wrapped around Mr. Ichiro's dick, grabbed his wrist while she shamelessly thrust her pussy against his hand.
"She like sex," Mr. Ichiro said. It was obvious the Japanese executive wasn't comfortable speaking English. Jyoti suddenly realized it was the first words he had spoken. "She cum good. Like slut. She good choice for celebration. Men like woman who like sex. They like her."
Jyoti didn't understand what the old man was talking about. She was about to ask, but thought better of it. Not that she would have had the opportunity anyway. Jyoti felt Mr. Ichiro's hands in her hair, pulling her face to his lap. Before she knew what was happening, his cock was in her mouth.
Even though the small, frail man didn't have a large cock, it kept causing her to gag as he pushed her head down while thrusting up. Jyoti's hands flayed until they located Mr. Ichiro. She grabbed his forearms, but he was surprisingly strong for an old, little man and she couldn't stop him. Every time he pushed her head down in his lap, Mr. Ichiro's cock went down her throat. Jyoti kept gagging, eventually feeling herself losing consciousness. The Japanese executive was suffocating her with his cock. Jyoti knew for sure she was going to die like that -- in a hotel room with an old Japanese man's cock in her throat. But just when she thought the end was upon her, Mr. Ichiro pulled her head up and sort of cast her aside. Jyoti fell onto the floor, coughing and taking deep breaths to replenish the oxygen her lungs had been deprived of.
In Jyoti's weakened state she felt her body being manipulated. First Mr. Ichiro was tugging and pushing her, and then Mr. Misra joined in. Jyoti soon found herself on her knees on the floor with her face in Mr. Misra' lap. Mr. Ichiro was behind her. Jyoti looked up at Mr. Misra as if to ask him what was happening when she felt Mr. Ichiro's hard cock enter her pussy from behind in one hard thrust.
"UMMPHH!!" Jyoti grunted.
arm wrapped around her waist to hold her steady while he plowed his cock into her pussy. There was no tenderness in the way he was fucking her. Jyoti put her hands on Mr. Misra' knees for support, and lifted her head. She saw Mr. Misra frantically opening his pants, then pulling his cock out. Once again Jyoti felt fingers in her hair pulling her face towards a cock. But this time, when Mr. Misra' cock was in her mouth, he let go. Jyoti sucked Mr. Misra' cock and bobbed her head while the Japanese man behind her fucked her hard.
Jyoti didn't know how long her debasement went on.
Jyoti felt Mr. Misra' hands on the back of her head, but he wasn't pushing her down like Mr. Ichiro had. And then she felt his sperm splash inside her mouth, hitting her upper palate and coating her tongue. Jyoti swallowed her husband's boss' sperm. Mr. Misra didn't pull Jyoti's mouth off his cock. Rather, he held her in place. His cock remained inside her mouth while Mr. Ichiro continued to fuck her from behind. And then the Japanese man's hips began thrusting as fast as a dog fucking his bitch. Jyoti never felt a cock move in and out of her that fast. He kept doing it until he grunted, then pushed into Jyoti with all his might, filling her pussy with hot sperm.
Mr. Ichiro pulled out and returned to his seat. Mr. Misra pushed Jyoti off his cock by the top of her head. She crumbled to the carpeted floor. Everyone was quiet for a while, except for the heavy breathing. Then Jyoti felt fingers entwine in her hair and pull. Jyoti was helplessly dragged until she once again saw Mr. Ichiro's cock in front of her face. This time it was soft and slimy. The Japanese executive pressed her lips against his cock until Jyoti opened her mouth. She sucked his cock into her mouth and cleaned it with her tongue. When Mr. Ichiro thought her task was done he pushed her away like Mr. Misra had, and once again Jyoti found herself on the floor between the two powerful men.
Jyoti looked at the Japanese man in the very expensive suit. He was easily 65 years old with gray hair. At only 5'3" he was shorter than Jyoti, but he intimidated her anyway. She noticed the bulge in his pants and the look of lust on his face; his eyes darted from Jyoti's chest to her legs. If he had heard Mr. Misra' question Mr. Ichiro didn't bother to answer.
"Jyoti, dear, sit next to our guest," Mr. Misra said.
Jyoti went and sat next to the Japanese man, frantically covering her breasts with her crossed arms. Misra motioned her to move hands aways.
Jyoti flinched when Mr. Ichiro's hand reached out and cupped her naked breast. She noticed the gold wedding ring on his ring finger, and then remembered that she was wearing her wedding ring too. His fingers caressed her breast and then his hand moved to her other tit, pushing the blouse aside. Soon Mr. Ichiro was squeezing both breasts.
"Jyoti, take our guest's cock out."
Jyoti's eyes were closed, trying to block out what was happening to her. She opened them to complete the task. Jyoti's fingers lowered Mr. Ichiro's zipper and then her hand went inside, searching for his dick. She felt it through his underwear and felt around until her hand slipped inside the fly opening. Grabbing his hard cock, Jyoti maneuvered it and pulled until it was sticking out of his trousers. Mr. Misra told her to rub it.
Jyoti was sitting in hotel room, jerking off an old Japanese man while he fondled her breasts. She felt like a cheap whore. Mr. Ichiro's mouth replaced his hand on Jyoti's breast, then she felt his other hand move from her tit to her thigh where he was trying to wedge it between her tightly closed legs.
When Jyoti parted her legs, Mr. Ichiro's hand instantly went between them and moved upwards to her crotch. In a flash, the thin fingers were exploring Jyoti's pussy, fingers pinching, probing, and sinking inside her. With his thumb rubbing Jyoti's clit, Mr. Ichiro used two fingers to finger-fuck her.
Jyoti looked down and saw the old man eagerly sucking her breast and nipple. Mr. Ichiro's hand was busy between her legs. Jyoti felt like a whore.
Mr. Ichiro's mouth and fingers were incessant and Jyoti's body began to react. Her legs spread more, cunt became wet. It didn't take long before Jyoti's hand grabbed the back of Mr. Ichiro's head and held his mouth against her breast while her hips humped his fingers. Her other hand continued to jerk him off, moving faster up and down the old man's hard cock as she approached a climax.
"Aaahhhhh!!!" Jyoti sighed as her hand, the one that had been wrapped around Mr. Ichiro's dick, grabbed his wrist while she shamelessly thrust her pussy against his hand.
"She like sex," Mr. Ichiro said. It was obvious the Japanese executive wasn't comfortable speaking English. Jyoti suddenly realized it was the first words he had spoken. "She cum good. Like slut. She good choice for celebration. Men like woman who like sex. They like her."
Jyoti didn't understand what the old man was talking about. She was about to ask, but thought better of it. Not that she would have had the opportunity anyway. Jyoti felt Mr. Ichiro's hands in her hair, pulling her face to his lap. Before she knew what was happening, his cock was in her mouth.
Even though the small, frail man didn't have a large cock, it kept causing her to gag as he pushed her head down while thrusting up. Jyoti's hands flayed until they located Mr. Ichiro. She grabbed his forearms, but he was surprisingly strong for an old, little man and she couldn't stop him. Every time he pushed her head down in his lap, Mr. Ichiro's cock went down her throat. Jyoti kept gagging, eventually feeling herself losing consciousness. The Japanese executive was suffocating her with his cock. Jyoti knew for sure she was going to die like that -- in a hotel room with an old Japanese man's cock in her throat. But just when she thought the end was upon her, Mr. Ichiro pulled her head up and sort of cast her aside. Jyoti fell onto the floor, coughing and taking deep breaths to replenish the oxygen her lungs had been deprived of.
In Jyoti's weakened state she felt her body being manipulated. First Mr. Ichiro was tugging and pushing her, and then Mr. Misra joined in. Jyoti soon found herself on her knees on the floor with her face in Mr. Misra' lap. Mr. Ichiro was behind her. Jyoti looked up at Mr. Misra as if to ask him what was happening when she felt Mr. Ichiro's hard cock enter her pussy from behind in one hard thrust.
"UMMPHH!!" Jyoti grunted.
arm wrapped around her waist to hold her steady while he plowed his cock into her pussy. There was no tenderness in the way he was fucking her. Jyoti put her hands on Mr. Misra' knees for support, and lifted her head. She saw Mr. Misra frantically opening his pants, then pulling his cock out. Once again Jyoti felt fingers in her hair pulling her face towards a cock. But this time, when Mr. Misra' cock was in her mouth, he let go. Jyoti sucked Mr. Misra' cock and bobbed her head while the Japanese man behind her fucked her hard.
Jyoti didn't know how long her debasement went on.
Jyoti felt Mr. Misra' hands on the back of her head, but he wasn't pushing her down like Mr. Ichiro had. And then she felt his sperm splash inside her mouth, hitting her upper palate and coating her tongue. Jyoti swallowed her husband's boss' sperm. Mr. Misra didn't pull Jyoti's mouth off his cock. Rather, he held her in place. His cock remained inside her mouth while Mr. Ichiro continued to fuck her from behind. And then the Japanese man's hips began thrusting as fast as a dog fucking his bitch. Jyoti never felt a cock move in and out of her that fast. He kept doing it until he grunted, then pushed into Jyoti with all his might, filling her pussy with hot sperm.
Mr. Ichiro pulled out and returned to his seat. Mr. Misra pushed Jyoti off his cock by the top of her head. She crumbled to the carpeted floor. Everyone was quiet for a while, except for the heavy breathing. Then Jyoti felt fingers entwine in her hair and pull. Jyoti was helplessly dragged until she once again saw Mr. Ichiro's cock in front of her face. This time it was soft and slimy. The Japanese executive pressed her lips against his cock until Jyoti opened her mouth. She sucked his cock into her mouth and cleaned it with her tongue. When Mr. Ichiro thought her task was done he pushed her away like Mr. Misra had, and once again Jyoti found herself on the floor between the two powerful men.
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