Indian MILF is concerned about her boss' pursuit.

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I feel both of my nipples getting hard. And as much as I want this to stop, there is a familiar tingling between my legs. I stammer in mid sentence as I recall the moment that his manhood pushed into my pussy three months ago.

Finally my part is over. "I need to go to the restroom." I say, and begin to get up.

As I begin closing the folder, Chetan pulls his hand away, but manages to slide his finger ever so quickly over my pussy. I clench as I feel the brief touch.

And just like that his hand is gone and I am scrambling up off the couch and hurry to the bathroom.

I return to the kitchen afterwards. I cannot go back into the living room. I decide that I should leave. Chetan is not following the boundaries I wish to keep between us.

I turn and find him standing there. "Is everything okay?" He asks.

I speak softly, not wanting anyone to hear. But the men are making plenty of noise as they are engrossed in the match. "What do you think you are doing?"

Chetan smiled, "I am just being playful, Vidya. You know how boys will be boys."

"You should not touch me." I remind him.

"But we have done so much more than touch." He says. "We have both enjoyed each others body before."

"That was a mistake." I say.

"Yet you enjoyed it." He accused.

I cannot argue. I did not want it, but I had indeed enjoyed it when he was making me climax.

"And here you are, dressed nice and sexy and without your husband. I just assumed you were interested." He tells me.

"You assumed wrong." I say.

"But you did nothing to stop me."

I glare at him. He is right, but only because I am too afraid to let anyone else know what was happening.

Someone yells. I turn my head to see what happened, only to see that the play on the TV screen is getting intense. The match is coming close to the end and the score it tied.

I flinch as I feel hands on my breasts. I turn back. Chetan has stepped closer and used both hands to grasp my bust. I quickly grab his wrists and pull them away, but he breaks away and begins fondling me again.

"I have really missed playing with your tits. They are bigger and nicer than my wife's."

"Stop it." I say, perhaps too loudly. I turn my head, but no one has heard me.

"You cannot do this." I insist.

Chetan has me blocked in. I don't dare yell out as I feel compelled to stand there as he plays with my tits.

His right hand drops down between my legs and he begins rubbing my pussy.

"Please stop." I whisper.

I look down and see the bulge in his shorts. Seeing me looking he says, "You have me hard, Vidya. I can't go back out in front of everyone like this."

"It is your fault." I remind him.

Chetan reaches for his crotch and unzips his shorts. He reaches in and pulls out his hard, uncircumcised dick. "Tell you what, you take care of this for me and everything stops."

"What?" I say in disbelief. "There is a room full of people next to us."

And they all have their backs to us. Besides, the counter blocks our view from the belly down. They won't see."

I am desperate. I do not want to do this, but I also cannot pull my eyes away from his manhood. I remember so well how it felt while he was fucking me.

I suddenly realize that I have taken hold of it with my right hand and am stroking his penis in effort of making him cum, while our co-workers and some of their spouses are sitting only a few feet away.

"I cannot believe I am doing this." I tell him.

Chetan puts both hands on my shoulders and begins pushing me down. I drop to my knees, below the counter, and am now eye level with the penis that I am jacking off.

"Suck it." He tells me.

"No."

He grabs my head in his hands and pulls me closer. I try to resist, but cannot escape and do not dare make any commotion that might draw attention to us.

"I need it so bad." Chetan says.

I give in. I open my mouth and take his hard, thick member into it. And my mouth needed to be wide open, because he is thicker than Gopal--quite a bit thicker--so it is a challenge for me.

While physically challenging, it is also mentally challenging, because, while I had been seduced to involuntarily fuck this man once, I at least had the knowledge that my husband was the only man that I have ever given a blowjob to. But now I am sucking my boss' dick.

"Oh yes, that feels so good." He says.

I am bobbing my head up and down on his dick, listening to the people in the next room yelling as they watch the game, not knowing what was happening only a few feet away from them.

To me, it is like they are cheering me on as I blow Chetan.

I think about Gopal, but that just reminds me that, while slightly longer, the girth of his dick does not fill my mouth the way that Chetan's is doing.

I feel so conflicted as I suck my boss' dick. He is standing over me, holding my head in his hands while matching my movements as he thrusts forward. I cannot help but think of both the similarities and differences between Chetan's dick and Gopal's as I suck him.

Voices continue to cry out as the match is coming close to the end and people are cheering their team on in hopes of a goal, all while I run my mouth up and down Chetan's shaft, and use my tongue to lick the underside of his dick as I do so.

"That's it, Vidya, make me cum, oh yes." I hear him say. All I can think is that I hope he doesn't say anything too loudly.

I have never dared to do anything this risky in my life. The thought of us getting caught terrifies me, but there is a thrill in this as well. Sure, I don't want to do this. At least I think I don't. But all I know is that I want to finish Chetan and satisfy him.

I feel his dick getting just a little harder. Hearing his breathing lets me know that he is about to cum.

"Oh yes." He mumbles, and I feel his cum jettison into my mouth.

Ironically, the people in the next room scream as their team scores what should be the winning goal. It's as if an audience is cheering me on as I make satisfy Chetan's lust as he fill my mouth with his seed.

My hands are clasped behind Chetan's butt and I feel his cheeks clenching as he cums. Spurt after spurt fills my mouth and I gulp it down, though some of it escapes over my lips and runs down either side of my chin.

"That was wonderful." He tells me, as he withdraws his dick from my mouth. I stare at it as he holds it in his hand. There is a small dribble of cum along the slit on the tip of it. With his other hand, he pulls me forward and I obediently stick out my tongue and lick the cum off, then he tucks it into his shorts and pulls his zipper up.

I rise to my feet, using my hand to wipe away the cum that has spilled onto my face. I look down and see that a few droplets have landed onto my saree.

"I need to clean up." I say.

Chetan points down the hallway. Those stairs go up to my bedroom, there is a private bathroom there. Perhaps you should take a quick shower while I see how everyone is doing."

I head down the hallway, but he stops me, "Vidya, that really was wonderful."

I hurry upstairs. I enter the bathroom, only intending to wash my face. I do so, then pull up my saree and lower my panties so I can sit on the toilet and pee. I realize that my pussy is very wet. I cannot believe that I have become so aroused by being forced to give my boss a blowjob.

I begin to feel dirty. I was coerced into this, but once I was sucking his dick I became a willing participant. How did that happen? I have no desire to cheat on my husband.

I decide to take a quick shower. I just need to wash myself clean of this incident. I check the bathroom closet and find a clean towel. I lay it on the sink then remove my clothes and jump into the shower.

I stand beneath the stream of hot water, contemplating what had just happened. I think that I may have to find another job. I just cannot go to work and face Chetan.

I catch myself rubbing my pussy with my right hand. I do not remember lowering it, but there it is. My clitoris is hard. I am aroused and want nothing more than to pleasure myself while standing in my boss' shower. My mind is all over the place now.

I should stop, but I don't. I softly caress my clit with two fingers, feeling the stirring within my pussy. Maybe I can do this quickly and then get dressed and leave immediately.

I hear the bathroom door open and close. I thought I had locked it. I pull my hand away from my pussy just as the shower door slides open and I see Chetan standing there, fully naked.

"Get out of here!" I blurt out at him.

"Relax, everyone has left. The match is over and I told them that you are not feeling well and I am going to take you home."

He steps into the shower, and I watch as his dick grows hard in front of me as he is staring at my body. I look in awe as it stiffens and grows. Once more I marvel at the girth of Chetan's dick and how it is easily twice as big around as Gopal's.

"Would you like me to wash you off?" He asks.

"Do not touch me. You have done too much already." I snap.

I pull my eyes away from his erect dick, and notice his naked body. Even though we have had sex, he was dressed, with only his pants and underwear pulled down. While he has seen me naked before, this is the first time that I have seen him fully undressed.

The sparse dark hairs that pepper his skin are accentuated by the water. He isn't a hairy man, but the fine, light dusting of hairs seem to make him perhaps even more - well, manly. That is not a quality that I normally admire. In fact, it differs greatly from my husband. Gopal is smooth and slim, and definitely not overtly muscular, whereas Chetan is a strong man who just seems to exude power and control.

Perhaps that is why I have succumbed to him twice now.

He reaches up to grab my breasts. "I said, don't touch me. And please get out of the shower."

I ignore my tits and place both hands over my pussy to hide it from his view. It is as if I am trying to hide how wet it is, which is a foolish notion since I am standing under a steady stream of hot water that has technically made my entire body from the shoulders down wet.

He grabs my tits again and softly fondles them. My nipples become erect, each growing to a full inch in length.

"I had forgotten how beautiful your tits are." Chetan tells me, then he lowers his head and begins licking my left nipple.

It feels wonderful, but I demand that he stop at once. I cannot allow this to happen again. But try as I might, Chetan continues to lick me, moving his head back and forth to both tits so that he can lick both of my nipples while his hands grope me.

"Please, don't do this." I whimper.

He drops to his knees, pulling my hands away from my pussy as he pushes my back against the shower wall. I know what is coming next. I try to resist him, but my legs spread apart as his face is buried into my crotch.

"No, please stop."

His tongue begins caressing my labia, then it slowly moves up to my enlarged clitoris. I shudder as it makes contact. I do not want this, but after sucking his dick, and having his hands and mouth on my tits, my body is craving it against my will.

I close my eyes, trying to pretend that this isn't happening, and then trying to pretend that it is Gopal who is doing this to me instead.

When it comes to cunnilingus, Gopal is wonderful. Even with my limited experience of only being with two men--now--I have always felt that if pussy-eating were an Olympic event, Gopal would be a gold medallist and undisputed world champion. He can take me from grumpy and uninterested in sex to thrashing around in orgasmic ecstasy in ten minutes if he can just get his head between my legs.