03-10-2022, 09:35 AM
When I was in our room, Mr. Khurana was already asleep. I took off my dress and got naked and climbed on bed. When I got on he was a little awake and he extended his arm.
“Did you enjoy evening baby?”
“I loved it daddy, “, I sad putting my head on his chest. He embraced me in his arm and pulled me closer. I was tired and he could tell from my voice.
“More than you did with daddy?”
“Never, daddy, never more than daddy”
“My good girl”, and then he closed his eyes. I drifted to sleep. I felt loved and cared just after I was fucked by three horny old men.
We settled into routine. I made as many trip to Mr. Khurana’s office as many I could. Ranjeet was fucking me too. As much as I loved what Mr. Khurana was giving me, I could not say hate what ranjeet was doing to me. I was loving humiliation, he sends me through. That had been my life as well fucked Office girl, taken by two of her bosses, and loving every minute of it. I was already loving what those two men were giving to me , but something was changing about what I felt for them. I hated Ranjeet, in the beginning, but now I understood that it was his way of giving me what he thought I needed and I he was right about that. And I was looking at him like a strong and real man who knows what he wanted and take it.
I already liked Mr. Khurana and now I was feeling care for him. With him I always felt safe and protected. I had no worry around him. He took care of everything. It was one month later after that hotel tryst, I found myself pregnant with a child. And from the dates I was almost sure it happened my first trip with Mr. Khurana. And odds were telling me that it was Mr. Khurana who made it in me. Why was I almost sure about it? Because after Mr. Khurana started fucking me, I had forgotten about all the protection. And just before those three horny men fucked me I was aging on the pills. But it could have been them too. But my intuition said it was Mr. Khurana, and I also wanted him to be the one, the father of my first child if I was going to have it.
I was scared how I will tell it to Mr. Khurana. Would he be angry with me, for not being so careful or would he happy to have baby with me, or he would doubt about its paternity. But one thing I was sure that he would be shocked.
I was right moment to come so that I could tell him, but because of his birthday preparations it was delayed, I had been with Khurana family log enough to be invited to these parties with being doubted. In fact I was the one approached to arrange it for him. I had met Mr. Khurana’s wife and Ranjeet’s wife, both very elegant woman, but not as hot as me. No doubt they wanted me. And I was happy to give them both what they needed.
It was his birthday party I was looking for chance to tell him, that, but I was not getting anywhere, on top of that, Mrs. Khurana being with him on his day, was making it more difficult. I was dressed to impress Mr. Khurana on his birthday, he indicated while were dancing that he was going to fuck me, when he got chance. SO I was all prepared for that.
When I was dancing with Ranjeet, he was touching me everywhere.
“You are looking hot tonight”
I was about to say something, but he continued.
“I want to fuck you now”
“But Sir…”
“No, just come to that room no 126, two minutes just after I leave”
Then he just said to his about for something and left for their room. I did as he said. And he pulled me in the room. And fucked me on the bed he had booked for him and his for that night to stay. We he was done came back to party. I was saving myself for Mr. Khurana, that night and was pissed at him, just because he was not there to take me, instead his son did that. Mr Khurana almost ignored me as his wife all drooling over him.
I was now more than just pissed at him. Leaving me there just like that. I was about to leave, and was going to my own room, when I bumped into a young and handsome boy. He asked sorry for bumping like that into me. Kid looked familiar to me, like I had seen him before, but as drunk as I was, I could not get it straight, but I was sober enough to remember what happened next. He was quiet kid that seemed awkward in the crowd and I started talking to him. We were having a good time and I noticed he was constantly looking at my tits, legs, and feet. I asked him if he liked feet and he said, very softly.
"Yeah, there's something about small women's feet."
I noticed a bulge in his pants and put my hand on his knee, making him squirm. I didn't move my hand away as I joked and kidded with him for several minutes; I gently squeezed every so often. I pissed at Mr. Khurana for not giving me attention at the party, and being able to get him to fuck me that night and was doing what was I doing to take revenge on him. I was using this young boy for my frustration. Every time I squeezed, he squirmed a little.
“Did you enjoy evening baby?”
“I loved it daddy, “, I sad putting my head on his chest. He embraced me in his arm and pulled me closer. I was tired and he could tell from my voice.
“More than you did with daddy?”
“Never, daddy, never more than daddy”
“My good girl”, and then he closed his eyes. I drifted to sleep. I felt loved and cared just after I was fucked by three horny old men.
We settled into routine. I made as many trip to Mr. Khurana’s office as many I could. Ranjeet was fucking me too. As much as I loved what Mr. Khurana was giving me, I could not say hate what ranjeet was doing to me. I was loving humiliation, he sends me through. That had been my life as well fucked Office girl, taken by two of her bosses, and loving every minute of it. I was already loving what those two men were giving to me , but something was changing about what I felt for them. I hated Ranjeet, in the beginning, but now I understood that it was his way of giving me what he thought I needed and I he was right about that. And I was looking at him like a strong and real man who knows what he wanted and take it.
I already liked Mr. Khurana and now I was feeling care for him. With him I always felt safe and protected. I had no worry around him. He took care of everything. It was one month later after that hotel tryst, I found myself pregnant with a child. And from the dates I was almost sure it happened my first trip with Mr. Khurana. And odds were telling me that it was Mr. Khurana who made it in me. Why was I almost sure about it? Because after Mr. Khurana started fucking me, I had forgotten about all the protection. And just before those three horny men fucked me I was aging on the pills. But it could have been them too. But my intuition said it was Mr. Khurana, and I also wanted him to be the one, the father of my first child if I was going to have it.
I was scared how I will tell it to Mr. Khurana. Would he be angry with me, for not being so careful or would he happy to have baby with me, or he would doubt about its paternity. But one thing I was sure that he would be shocked.
I was right moment to come so that I could tell him, but because of his birthday preparations it was delayed, I had been with Khurana family log enough to be invited to these parties with being doubted. In fact I was the one approached to arrange it for him. I had met Mr. Khurana’s wife and Ranjeet’s wife, both very elegant woman, but not as hot as me. No doubt they wanted me. And I was happy to give them both what they needed.
It was his birthday party I was looking for chance to tell him, that, but I was not getting anywhere, on top of that, Mrs. Khurana being with him on his day, was making it more difficult. I was dressed to impress Mr. Khurana on his birthday, he indicated while were dancing that he was going to fuck me, when he got chance. SO I was all prepared for that.
When I was dancing with Ranjeet, he was touching me everywhere.
“You are looking hot tonight”
I was about to say something, but he continued.
“I want to fuck you now”
“But Sir…”
“No, just come to that room no 126, two minutes just after I leave”
Then he just said to his about for something and left for their room. I did as he said. And he pulled me in the room. And fucked me on the bed he had booked for him and his for that night to stay. We he was done came back to party. I was saving myself for Mr. Khurana, that night and was pissed at him, just because he was not there to take me, instead his son did that. Mr Khurana almost ignored me as his wife all drooling over him.
I was now more than just pissed at him. Leaving me there just like that. I was about to leave, and was going to my own room, when I bumped into a young and handsome boy. He asked sorry for bumping like that into me. Kid looked familiar to me, like I had seen him before, but as drunk as I was, I could not get it straight, but I was sober enough to remember what happened next. He was quiet kid that seemed awkward in the crowd and I started talking to him. We were having a good time and I noticed he was constantly looking at my tits, legs, and feet. I asked him if he liked feet and he said, very softly.
"Yeah, there's something about small women's feet."
I noticed a bulge in his pants and put my hand on his knee, making him squirm. I didn't move my hand away as I joked and kidded with him for several minutes; I gently squeezed every so often. I pissed at Mr. Khurana for not giving me attention at the party, and being able to get him to fuck me that night and was doing what was I doing to take revenge on him. I was using this young boy for my frustration. Every time I squeezed, he squirmed a little.
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