01-08-2022, 12:30 AM
I opened the door slightly and poked my head out. Suresh was standing there with the same creepy smile on his face as last night. I poked my head out of the door to see if anyone was around. All the other doors on the floor were closed and Suresh was the only one standing there.
"OK, what?" I said, whispering. "I have some company right now. Can you come later?"
"I know you have company. Miss Kajal. That's why I have come here. I was in the security booth to pick up my new uniform, when I saw in the guestbook - a Miss Kajal had come to visit you." he replied, thankfully also in a whisper.
"So?" I asked, puzzled.
"So it reminded me of something one of your lovers said. Next time Kajal will join us too?"
That's when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I pulled Suresh inside, and closed the door. When I turned back, Suresh was staring at me. Or to be precise, he was staring at my boobs, his eyes and mouth wide open. I looked down and realized why he was staring.
It was bad enough that I was wearing a thin t-shirt without a bra. Kajal's tears all over it had made the white t-shirt semi-transparent and now my boobs were partially visible to him.
"Oh wow! Oh man!!" Suresh said, and suddenly lunged at my boobs like a starving man lunging at food. He grabbed one breast in each hand and started pressing them "Oh they are huge and beautiful. Let me see them please."
His hands went down to the waist of the t-shirt to pull it up. Instinctively, my hands grabbed his to resist. He tried to move them up and I tried to press them down. I was fighting him off with the strength and purpose I wished I had shown with the shop floor guys.
"Suresh.... stop.....or...I'll scream!!" I said haltingly, fighting him off. And sure enough, he stopped. His hands were just holding the waist of my t-shirt limply. I was relieved that I had gotten a semblance of control at least over this situation. That relief lasted exactly half a second, as I suddenly realized what had made him stop.
I had been so focused in keeping my t-shirt down, that my brain hadn't registered my failure to keep the shorts up. The shorts were around my ankles and I was completely naked from waist downwards, with my pussy visible to Suresh the night watchman. Our hands, which had temporarily called a truce, started struggling again, but with their positions reversed. Now I was trying to move my hands down, obviously to pull up the shorts, and his hands were trying to stop me.
Until now, our struggle had seemed like one between people of equal strength. But that had been because Suresh, distracted by my assets, had not really been trying too hard. He was taller than me, and quite well-built, and could swat me like a fly if he wanted. He finally seemed to have had enough.
He let go of my right hand, grabbed hold of my left wrist and twisted it sideways at a strange angle. My body moved instinctively to minimize the pain, and I ended up turning 180 degrees, facing away from him, my arm twisted behind my back. He then pulled my right wrist behind my back, and held it together with my left wrist.
"Alright, now, are you going to stand still for a moment, or are you going to make me twist your arms even more?"
I didn't say anything, and just stood still. He let out a small chuckle, and still holding both my wrists together behind my back with his left hand, made me bend in the waist and started rubbing my ass with his right hand.
"Amazing. It's like a dream come true. Boobs, one hundred percent classic. And ass, even better. How did you manage to give your ass such a great shape?", he said and spanked my ass a few times. I stood there, bracing for more spanks, but they did not come.
Instead, I felt his fingers run up and down over my pussy lips and clit. Stroking me there a few times, he finally rested his finger on the perfect spot on my clit, and pressed it lightly. I couldn't help but let out a moan. I was surprised how fast he had zeroed in on my sweet spot.
"Suresh... please...don't..." I tried to protest, but could not complete the sentence and let out another moan.
"Haha, the lips up there say no, but the lips down here" he said and moved his finger a little lower and inserted it into my rapidly moistening cunt, "say yes."
Suresh, sensing that I was unlikely to resist his advances any more, let go of my wrists. My hands, on their own accord, went to my boobs and started massaging them. Meanwhile his right hand returned to my clit, and his left hand started fondling my ass. The left hand then stopped at the top of my ass-cleavage. A finger went into the gap between my ass cheeks and started coming down slowly. It stopped for a few seconds at my asshole, and pressed it gently, but then continued its downward descent.
It finally stopped at my pussy, and entered it. Then another finger joined it. And then another, until three fingers of suresh's left hand were gradually moving in and out of my now soaked pussy. All this while, the fingers of his right hand kept pleasuring my clit. The magic of his fingers pushed me into such a heightened state of sexual frenzy, that I forgot that Kajal was still in the bathroom. At that moment, for all I cared, there could have been thousands of people in my house and I still would not have stopped Suresh.
It had barely been a couple of minutes since Suresh started with his fingerplay, but I already felt an orgasm approaching. If he had continued for even 10 seconds more, I would have cum right there. But instead, he suddenly withdrew his fingers. I groaned in frustration and looked back at him annoyed. He smiled and said,
"Patience, Madam, patience. That was just a preview."
He stood straight, held me by the shoulders and made me turn around. He then started taking the t-shirt off. This time, I did not resist at all. In a flash, he rid me of my last shred of clothing, and I stood there naked before him. He pushed me back against the door and attacked my now exposed boobs with a renewed vigor. As he started doing that, I looked at his face. The first time I had properly seen his face, especially after I gave up all resistance and all but submitted myself to his fancy.
He wasn't a very bad looking guy. Something about a watchman's uniform always makes a man seem very inconsequential and mouse-like. But here he was, in his regular clothes, and his understated but rugged handsomeness revealed itself. I guessed him to be in his early 40s. He was a well-built man with broad shoulders. As he kept playing with my boobs, I reached out with my hands and felt his arms. Hard and muscular. I then reached out and started unbuttoning his shirt. That proactive gesture made him shift his gaze from my boobs to my face and smile triumphantly.
He stood back and let me unbutton the shirt completely. He wasn't wearing an undershirt beneath. And so I got a look at his firm and broad hairy chest. It wasn't toned or shaped, but it was tight and there was no flab on his stomach at all. I bent down and started kissing his hairy chest, and even licked it a little, savoring the salty taste of sweat. As I played with his chest, I realized that was one luxury a gangbang can never afford you - slow foreplay, where you explore each others bodies. The four guys last night had attacked me like a pack of hungry wolves, and kept going until they had fucked me like a whore every which way.
But there was something different about Suresh. Although he had started off pouncing on me, similar to the other guys, he was now moving at a more elegant, and I daresay romantic pace. I was almost reminded of the first few times Rohan and I had made love, when our bodies were new to each other, full of surprises. Rohan! As that name popped into my head, I suddenly stopped kissing his chest and straightened. What was I doing, I thought to myself. First those four guys and now the building's night watchman. Did I not realize the ramifications of this? As if it wasn't stupid enough having four lovers at work, I was now right in the middle of getting one in the building too.
I don't know what Suresh made of my suddenly pausing. I have no idea what thoughts went through his mind. All I know is, he turned around, walked to the couch, sat on it, and unzipped his pants.
An erect and impressive cock sprung up. It was nowhere close to Babu or Jaggu's horse cocks. But it was alluring enough in its own right. I estimated it to be a little over 8 inches, like Yousuf's, but thicker than Yousuf's. Which was impressive, because Yousuf's girth was not something to sneeze at. As I kept staring at the cock and thinking all these thoughts,I realized it was coming closer to me. No! I was going closer to it. I hadn't even realized when I had started walking towards the couch. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of Suresh, staring at his cock.
That' when the bathroom door opened, and Suresh and I looked at it. Kajal stepped out with her back towards us and was pulling the door shut saying,
"Sorry I took so long, Kanika. I needed to..."
And she stopped mid-sentence as she turned around and struggled to compute the scene in front of her eyes.
"OK, what?" I said, whispering. "I have some company right now. Can you come later?"
"I know you have company. Miss Kajal. That's why I have come here. I was in the security booth to pick up my new uniform, when I saw in the guestbook - a Miss Kajal had come to visit you." he replied, thankfully also in a whisper.
"So?" I asked, puzzled.
"So it reminded me of something one of your lovers said. Next time Kajal will join us too?"
That's when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I pulled Suresh inside, and closed the door. When I turned back, Suresh was staring at me. Or to be precise, he was staring at my boobs, his eyes and mouth wide open. I looked down and realized why he was staring.
It was bad enough that I was wearing a thin t-shirt without a bra. Kajal's tears all over it had made the white t-shirt semi-transparent and now my boobs were partially visible to him.
"Oh wow! Oh man!!" Suresh said, and suddenly lunged at my boobs like a starving man lunging at food. He grabbed one breast in each hand and started pressing them "Oh they are huge and beautiful. Let me see them please."
His hands went down to the waist of the t-shirt to pull it up. Instinctively, my hands grabbed his to resist. He tried to move them up and I tried to press them down. I was fighting him off with the strength and purpose I wished I had shown with the shop floor guys.
"Suresh.... stop.....or...I'll scream!!" I said haltingly, fighting him off. And sure enough, he stopped. His hands were just holding the waist of my t-shirt limply. I was relieved that I had gotten a semblance of control at least over this situation. That relief lasted exactly half a second, as I suddenly realized what had made him stop.
I had been so focused in keeping my t-shirt down, that my brain hadn't registered my failure to keep the shorts up. The shorts were around my ankles and I was completely naked from waist downwards, with my pussy visible to Suresh the night watchman. Our hands, which had temporarily called a truce, started struggling again, but with their positions reversed. Now I was trying to move my hands down, obviously to pull up the shorts, and his hands were trying to stop me.
Until now, our struggle had seemed like one between people of equal strength. But that had been because Suresh, distracted by my assets, had not really been trying too hard. He was taller than me, and quite well-built, and could swat me like a fly if he wanted. He finally seemed to have had enough.
He let go of my right hand, grabbed hold of my left wrist and twisted it sideways at a strange angle. My body moved instinctively to minimize the pain, and I ended up turning 180 degrees, facing away from him, my arm twisted behind my back. He then pulled my right wrist behind my back, and held it together with my left wrist.
"Alright, now, are you going to stand still for a moment, or are you going to make me twist your arms even more?"
I didn't say anything, and just stood still. He let out a small chuckle, and still holding both my wrists together behind my back with his left hand, made me bend in the waist and started rubbing my ass with his right hand.
"Amazing. It's like a dream come true. Boobs, one hundred percent classic. And ass, even better. How did you manage to give your ass such a great shape?", he said and spanked my ass a few times. I stood there, bracing for more spanks, but they did not come.
Instead, I felt his fingers run up and down over my pussy lips and clit. Stroking me there a few times, he finally rested his finger on the perfect spot on my clit, and pressed it lightly. I couldn't help but let out a moan. I was surprised how fast he had zeroed in on my sweet spot.
"Suresh... please...don't..." I tried to protest, but could not complete the sentence and let out another moan.
"Haha, the lips up there say no, but the lips down here" he said and moved his finger a little lower and inserted it into my rapidly moistening cunt, "say yes."
Suresh, sensing that I was unlikely to resist his advances any more, let go of my wrists. My hands, on their own accord, went to my boobs and started massaging them. Meanwhile his right hand returned to my clit, and his left hand started fondling my ass. The left hand then stopped at the top of my ass-cleavage. A finger went into the gap between my ass cheeks and started coming down slowly. It stopped for a few seconds at my asshole, and pressed it gently, but then continued its downward descent.
It finally stopped at my pussy, and entered it. Then another finger joined it. And then another, until three fingers of suresh's left hand were gradually moving in and out of my now soaked pussy. All this while, the fingers of his right hand kept pleasuring my clit. The magic of his fingers pushed me into such a heightened state of sexual frenzy, that I forgot that Kajal was still in the bathroom. At that moment, for all I cared, there could have been thousands of people in my house and I still would not have stopped Suresh.
It had barely been a couple of minutes since Suresh started with his fingerplay, but I already felt an orgasm approaching. If he had continued for even 10 seconds more, I would have cum right there. But instead, he suddenly withdrew his fingers. I groaned in frustration and looked back at him annoyed. He smiled and said,
"Patience, Madam, patience. That was just a preview."
He stood straight, held me by the shoulders and made me turn around. He then started taking the t-shirt off. This time, I did not resist at all. In a flash, he rid me of my last shred of clothing, and I stood there naked before him. He pushed me back against the door and attacked my now exposed boobs with a renewed vigor. As he started doing that, I looked at his face. The first time I had properly seen his face, especially after I gave up all resistance and all but submitted myself to his fancy.
He wasn't a very bad looking guy. Something about a watchman's uniform always makes a man seem very inconsequential and mouse-like. But here he was, in his regular clothes, and his understated but rugged handsomeness revealed itself. I guessed him to be in his early 40s. He was a well-built man with broad shoulders. As he kept playing with my boobs, I reached out with my hands and felt his arms. Hard and muscular. I then reached out and started unbuttoning his shirt. That proactive gesture made him shift his gaze from my boobs to my face and smile triumphantly.
He stood back and let me unbutton the shirt completely. He wasn't wearing an undershirt beneath. And so I got a look at his firm and broad hairy chest. It wasn't toned or shaped, but it was tight and there was no flab on his stomach at all. I bent down and started kissing his hairy chest, and even licked it a little, savoring the salty taste of sweat. As I played with his chest, I realized that was one luxury a gangbang can never afford you - slow foreplay, where you explore each others bodies. The four guys last night had attacked me like a pack of hungry wolves, and kept going until they had fucked me like a whore every which way.
But there was something different about Suresh. Although he had started off pouncing on me, similar to the other guys, he was now moving at a more elegant, and I daresay romantic pace. I was almost reminded of the first few times Rohan and I had made love, when our bodies were new to each other, full of surprises. Rohan! As that name popped into my head, I suddenly stopped kissing his chest and straightened. What was I doing, I thought to myself. First those four guys and now the building's night watchman. Did I not realize the ramifications of this? As if it wasn't stupid enough having four lovers at work, I was now right in the middle of getting one in the building too.
I don't know what Suresh made of my suddenly pausing. I have no idea what thoughts went through his mind. All I know is, he turned around, walked to the couch, sat on it, and unzipped his pants.
An erect and impressive cock sprung up. It was nowhere close to Babu or Jaggu's horse cocks. But it was alluring enough in its own right. I estimated it to be a little over 8 inches, like Yousuf's, but thicker than Yousuf's. Which was impressive, because Yousuf's girth was not something to sneeze at. As I kept staring at the cock and thinking all these thoughts,I realized it was coming closer to me. No! I was going closer to it. I hadn't even realized when I had started walking towards the couch. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of Suresh, staring at his cock.
That' when the bathroom door opened, and Suresh and I looked at it. Kajal stepped out with her back towards us and was pulling the door shut saying,
"Sorry I took so long, Kanika. I needed to..."
And she stopped mid-sentence as she turned around and struggled to compute the scene in front of her eyes.
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