07-12-2021, 04:18 AM
Inder watches in fascination as the events un-spooling on the hi-def TV monitor.
Wow, he thinks, that Prakash fellow really knows how to treat whores like this one. He can’t help but admire the guy. He didn’t seem like much from his picture, but he is a master with this whore. Inder himself could take a few lessons. He wouldn’t mind getting a piece of the action.
He thinks he will not revoke the Kakkar card. Let Prakash enjoy the access he has for some more time. Perhaps it is better that way. This action has been way more enjoyable that what has gone on before. Comparatively, the Ramesh business was tame, a bland salad before the delicious entree. This is where it is, he thinks. Idly, he takes another bite of the milk chocolate bar.
He turns to his personal laptop and types in his Incel chat box. “She likes being beaten. She gets off on it, I am sure of it. I believe she is a closet submissive as well.”
The answers are sparse this time. Perhaps not too many of his cohorts are logged in. But the gist of it is the same as before. With some embellishments. Parade the whore naked. Fuck her up the ass and pussy and mouth at the same time, someone exhorts. A triple penetration!
Inder wonders if some of these people are in Gurugram, or somewhere nearby, at least. Perhaps he can get a group together, and really have some fun with her.
He is losing his apprehension at approaching Swati.
Before he wasn’t sure. Now he feels she will not reject him. He needs to be forceful, that’s all. Not his usual wheedling self. Just be masterful like this Prakash fellow. See how he manhandles the worthless whore? He stiffens his spine and sits up in his chair.
He sucks in his gut and pushes his hand down the front of his pants. Just like he felt, he is stiff and ready. He reaches for the tissue box.
He decides to move slowly, in steps. Inder thinks he will go and join the fun and games in the conference room. He will remember to turn off the cameras there before he goes—no sense in implicating himself if the shit were to hit the fan. He has an idea that something like this could be dangerous. Inder laughs as he remembers the American President almost brought down by something so trivial as a blowjob. The guy who didn’t inhale, he chuckles.
He looks at the monitor and thinks, tomorrow. He can’t get his nerve up for today, and besides, he is pretty sure they’re done for the day. It will take him at least fifteen minutes to get to the conference room from his office. Maybe the next time when Prakash is having fun with her in the conference room, he will join them.
But first, he thinks he will call Prakash and inform him of the various transgressions the garage security guy is guilty of, that he has dirt on him too, so that he has not one, but three people in his trap.
And then, at some point, he thinks, he will visit Swati madam in her office for some one on one time…and take it from there. At lunch time perhaps.
Inder watches the monitor. Prakash is doing something new now.
Wow, he thinks, that Prakash fellow really knows how to treat whores like this one. He can’t help but admire the guy. He didn’t seem like much from his picture, but he is a master with this whore. Inder himself could take a few lessons. He wouldn’t mind getting a piece of the action.
He thinks he will not revoke the Kakkar card. Let Prakash enjoy the access he has for some more time. Perhaps it is better that way. This action has been way more enjoyable that what has gone on before. Comparatively, the Ramesh business was tame, a bland salad before the delicious entree. This is where it is, he thinks. Idly, he takes another bite of the milk chocolate bar.
He turns to his personal laptop and types in his Incel chat box. “She likes being beaten. She gets off on it, I am sure of it. I believe she is a closet submissive as well.”
The answers are sparse this time. Perhaps not too many of his cohorts are logged in. But the gist of it is the same as before. With some embellishments. Parade the whore naked. Fuck her up the ass and pussy and mouth at the same time, someone exhorts. A triple penetration!
Inder wonders if some of these people are in Gurugram, or somewhere nearby, at least. Perhaps he can get a group together, and really have some fun with her.
He is losing his apprehension at approaching Swati.
Before he wasn’t sure. Now he feels she will not reject him. He needs to be forceful, that’s all. Not his usual wheedling self. Just be masterful like this Prakash fellow. See how he manhandles the worthless whore? He stiffens his spine and sits up in his chair.
He sucks in his gut and pushes his hand down the front of his pants. Just like he felt, he is stiff and ready. He reaches for the tissue box.
He decides to move slowly, in steps. Inder thinks he will go and join the fun and games in the conference room. He will remember to turn off the cameras there before he goes—no sense in implicating himself if the shit were to hit the fan. He has an idea that something like this could be dangerous. Inder laughs as he remembers the American President almost brought down by something so trivial as a blowjob. The guy who didn’t inhale, he chuckles.
He looks at the monitor and thinks, tomorrow. He can’t get his nerve up for today, and besides, he is pretty sure they’re done for the day. It will take him at least fifteen minutes to get to the conference room from his office. Maybe the next time when Prakash is having fun with her in the conference room, he will join them.
But first, he thinks he will call Prakash and inform him of the various transgressions the garage security guy is guilty of, that he has dirt on him too, so that he has not one, but three people in his trap.
And then, at some point, he thinks, he will visit Swati madam in her office for some one on one time…and take it from there. At lunch time perhaps.
Inder watches the monitor. Prakash is doing something new now.
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