30-06-2019, 02:22 PM
He nodded and ducked out. As he left, her eyes lingered hungrily on his body. He was good-looking, tall and lean. He had a handsome, aquiline face, with a fine straight nose and a slender mouth. His face was clean-shaven and square-jawed, and his eyes were dark and deep. His hair was thick and black, and his body was lean and tough, without an ounce of surplus fat. His torso tapered in a sharp 'V', and his chest was hairless, his hips high and small, the waist narrow, his belly flat and hard.
Anjali waited for the tea, feeling steadily hornier, already fantasizing about the peon. He returned a few minutes later and set the cup down beside her. He withdrew again. Anjali finished her tea and decided to get laid. She unbuttoned her *kurta*, loosened the drawcord of her *salvar* and rang for him again. He answered at once and, taking one look at her, understood instantly what she wanted. A slow smile creased his handsome face.
Vijay sauntered across the room, leering at her, unbuttoning his open shirt. He stood in front of her with it fully open and hanging outside his jeans. She leaned back against the desk and her eyes slid over his tanned torso, taking in the cleaved, strong chest and hard belly. He chortled and flicked open the clasp of his jeans. He left his jeans zipped up.
Without a word, his eyes dancing, he pulled her *kurta* open over her naked breasts. He cupped them in his hands and she tensed and her nipples hardened immediately at his touch. Her breasts swelled and grew hot in his hands. He squeezed and fondled them gently and bent his head to her chest, tugging at one thick nipple with his teeth. He sucked on it, the breast squeezed in his hand.
He moved to the other breast. Anjali's face softened with lust, her nostrils flared, her lips parted, her eyes grew glassy and glittered with excitement, her breath came sharp. He was very adroit, his lips and warm tongue and sharp teeth doing wonderful things to her aching nipples and breasts.
Vijay bent lower, tugging open the draw-cord of her *salvar*, letting it rustle to her feet. She was naked underneath and he saw dewdrops of cunt-juice on her soft, curly black pubic fuzz. Anjali kicked off her *salvar* and eased herself onto the conference table and spread her legs apart, half reclining on her elbows behind her. As her legs parted, her cunt-lips unfurled, revealing the moist flesh of her cunt. She waited with bated breath.
Delicately, he parted her fleshy cunt-lips wider with strong fingers and found her clitoris already hard and engorged. He pressed his knuckle to it and her hips lurched and she gasped softly. He grinned and bent his head and slid his tongue into her cunt. Anjali hissed with pleasure and bent her head to watch him tongue-fuck her cunt.
His tongue was pure magic, electric and sharp in her cunt, flickering rapidly in and out, round and round, up and down and back and forth and from side to side in her slit. Anjali moaned, her body crackling with lustfire. She flung her head back and closed her eyes in ecstasy, moaning loudly. Leaning on her elbows, she squeezed her breasts, tugging hard at her rigid nipples.
"Mmm, yes ... ohhhhh yes yes yes ... Ohhhh yes ..." she went. "Yes! Ohhh yes Vijay! That's good! Lick my slit, lover! Fuck me with your tongue!" She spoke in the vernacular, her words doubly erotic, twice as arousing. "*Chaatmujhe*, Vijay! *Chaat mere chuthko*!"
His head rolled and moved between her juddering thighs. He used his tongue and teeth and lips relentlessly to audible effect. Her cunt streamed with love-juice and he lapped it hungrily, savouring its heady aroma. He flicked her clitoris with his finger and she moaned, her hips gyrating and lurching, her body jerking on the table. He stopped and rose and bent over and kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her.
His hand went down to her crotch and she held his wrist as he forced three fingers into her cunt and began to masturbate her. She groaned, her hips heaving and jerking. He bent his head and sucked hard on her breasts, tugging at the rigid nipples with his teeth. She gasped loudly.
Vijay stepped back and she slid to her knees immediately, reaching up to unzip his jeans. His jeans caught about his knees. His cock was good, too, satisfying long and thick and dark. It was still limp. She took it in her hand and lifted it, expertly flipping the foreskin back to expose the bright cock-head. Holding his shaft in her hand, she slid her tongue out and curled it lovingly about his cock- head.
He grunted, his head bent, his handsome face creased in a delighted grin. He put a hand on her head and pulled it to his crotch. She parted her lips and slid them down around his cock-head, sucking and licking it slowly, almost drunkenly. His cock swelled rapidly, rising to a glorious length and thickness, throbbing hot and turgid in her mouth.
Her mouth was a wonderful grotto of pleasure, warm and moist, sucking insistently. Her head moved slowly back and forth, her cheeks hollowing and billowing, her face distended. She sucked him harder, her fist curled about his shaft, jerking it steadily. Soon, her lips and fist and his shaft glistened with his precum gunk.
The handsome young peon began to fuck her mouth, holding her head and moving it back and forth faster and faster, pumping his hips at her mouth. His cock glistened as it slid in and out between her lips.
"Yeh ... c'mon, whore ... c'mon, you fucking whore ... suck me! *Choos*! *Jorsechoosmerelundko*, *rahnd*! Yeh ... that's it ... suck harder, bitch!" he gasped thickly.
His balls ached with tension. He wanted to fuck her now. He pulled her to her feet and turned her around with her back to him. She leaned over the conference table and shuffled her legs wide, her buttocks thrust up.
He pressed his cock to her buttocks, squeezing it in the cleft between them and leaned over her and tongued her ear. She turned her face to his and he kissed her sexily, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Her buttocks squirmed against throbbing cock. Her breasts swung heavily and he squeezed them.
"Want it up your ass, slut?" he sniggered. "*Gaandmarun*?"
"Later, if you like," she murmured. "Now fuck my cunt ... c'mon! Do it! *Chodhmujhe*! *Jorsechodh*!"
Vijay laughed as he squeezed his cock between her buttocks to her cunt. Anjali reached down to claw them open for him. His cock-head burned at her cunt. She whimpered softly, eagerly. He chuckled and flexed his buttocks and slowly slid his hips forward, squeezing his cock into her taut cunt.
Anjali waited for the tea, feeling steadily hornier, already fantasizing about the peon. He returned a few minutes later and set the cup down beside her. He withdrew again. Anjali finished her tea and decided to get laid. She unbuttoned her *kurta*, loosened the drawcord of her *salvar* and rang for him again. He answered at once and, taking one look at her, understood instantly what she wanted. A slow smile creased his handsome face.
Vijay sauntered across the room, leering at her, unbuttoning his open shirt. He stood in front of her with it fully open and hanging outside his jeans. She leaned back against the desk and her eyes slid over his tanned torso, taking in the cleaved, strong chest and hard belly. He chortled and flicked open the clasp of his jeans. He left his jeans zipped up.
Without a word, his eyes dancing, he pulled her *kurta* open over her naked breasts. He cupped them in his hands and she tensed and her nipples hardened immediately at his touch. Her breasts swelled and grew hot in his hands. He squeezed and fondled them gently and bent his head to her chest, tugging at one thick nipple with his teeth. He sucked on it, the breast squeezed in his hand.
He moved to the other breast. Anjali's face softened with lust, her nostrils flared, her lips parted, her eyes grew glassy and glittered with excitement, her breath came sharp. He was very adroit, his lips and warm tongue and sharp teeth doing wonderful things to her aching nipples and breasts.
Vijay bent lower, tugging open the draw-cord of her *salvar*, letting it rustle to her feet. She was naked underneath and he saw dewdrops of cunt-juice on her soft, curly black pubic fuzz. Anjali kicked off her *salvar* and eased herself onto the conference table and spread her legs apart, half reclining on her elbows behind her. As her legs parted, her cunt-lips unfurled, revealing the moist flesh of her cunt. She waited with bated breath.
Delicately, he parted her fleshy cunt-lips wider with strong fingers and found her clitoris already hard and engorged. He pressed his knuckle to it and her hips lurched and she gasped softly. He grinned and bent his head and slid his tongue into her cunt. Anjali hissed with pleasure and bent her head to watch him tongue-fuck her cunt.
His tongue was pure magic, electric and sharp in her cunt, flickering rapidly in and out, round and round, up and down and back and forth and from side to side in her slit. Anjali moaned, her body crackling with lustfire. She flung her head back and closed her eyes in ecstasy, moaning loudly. Leaning on her elbows, she squeezed her breasts, tugging hard at her rigid nipples.
"Mmm, yes ... ohhhhh yes yes yes ... Ohhhh yes ..." she went. "Yes! Ohhh yes Vijay! That's good! Lick my slit, lover! Fuck me with your tongue!" She spoke in the vernacular, her words doubly erotic, twice as arousing. "*Chaatmujhe*, Vijay! *Chaat mere chuthko*!"
His head rolled and moved between her juddering thighs. He used his tongue and teeth and lips relentlessly to audible effect. Her cunt streamed with love-juice and he lapped it hungrily, savouring its heady aroma. He flicked her clitoris with his finger and she moaned, her hips gyrating and lurching, her body jerking on the table. He stopped and rose and bent over and kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her.
His hand went down to her crotch and she held his wrist as he forced three fingers into her cunt and began to masturbate her. She groaned, her hips heaving and jerking. He bent his head and sucked hard on her breasts, tugging at the rigid nipples with his teeth. She gasped loudly.
Vijay stepped back and she slid to her knees immediately, reaching up to unzip his jeans. His jeans caught about his knees. His cock was good, too, satisfying long and thick and dark. It was still limp. She took it in her hand and lifted it, expertly flipping the foreskin back to expose the bright cock-head. Holding his shaft in her hand, she slid her tongue out and curled it lovingly about his cock- head.
He grunted, his head bent, his handsome face creased in a delighted grin. He put a hand on her head and pulled it to his crotch. She parted her lips and slid them down around his cock-head, sucking and licking it slowly, almost drunkenly. His cock swelled rapidly, rising to a glorious length and thickness, throbbing hot and turgid in her mouth.
Her mouth was a wonderful grotto of pleasure, warm and moist, sucking insistently. Her head moved slowly back and forth, her cheeks hollowing and billowing, her face distended. She sucked him harder, her fist curled about his shaft, jerking it steadily. Soon, her lips and fist and his shaft glistened with his precum gunk.
The handsome young peon began to fuck her mouth, holding her head and moving it back and forth faster and faster, pumping his hips at her mouth. His cock glistened as it slid in and out between her lips.
"Yeh ... c'mon, whore ... c'mon, you fucking whore ... suck me! *Choos*! *Jorsechoosmerelundko*, *rahnd*! Yeh ... that's it ... suck harder, bitch!" he gasped thickly.
His balls ached with tension. He wanted to fuck her now. He pulled her to her feet and turned her around with her back to him. She leaned over the conference table and shuffled her legs wide, her buttocks thrust up.
He pressed his cock to her buttocks, squeezing it in the cleft between them and leaned over her and tongued her ear. She turned her face to his and he kissed her sexily, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Her buttocks squirmed against throbbing cock. Her breasts swung heavily and he squeezed them.
"Want it up your ass, slut?" he sniggered. "*Gaandmarun*?"
"Later, if you like," she murmured. "Now fuck my cunt ... c'mon! Do it! *Chodhmujhe*! *Jorsechodh*!"
Vijay laughed as he squeezed his cock between her buttocks to her cunt. Anjali reached down to claw them open for him. His cock-head burned at her cunt. She whimpered softly, eagerly. He chuckled and flexed his buttocks and slowly slid his hips forward, squeezing his cock into her taut cunt.
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