30-06-2019, 03:27 PM
She was still working when everyone else packed up. Only Chiman stayed on. He sat in the main lounge, leafing through the evening newspaper. Sonali packed her briefcase, snapped it shut and rose, intending to head straight home to a long, hot bath followed by an evening of sex with her husband's new business associate. Her husband thought it would clinch his deal. A muffled cry from the 'Nutcracker Suite' made her stop. Chiman looked up and grinned.
"They seem to be having fun," he chuckled. "*Mazaakarrahehain*."
"Who's inside? *Kaunhain andar*?"
"Harsha, I think, and Nandini and Seema and Nisha. Some guys, too. Wanna look? *Dekhnahain*?"
These performances were always worth watching. She had often been a performer herself and she knew that they were fun on either side of the glass. She went into the viewing gallery, a long room that ran the length of the suite behind a solid wall of one-way glass. She flipped the switch and the lights in the viewing gallery dimmed, and the wall shimmered, affording a view into the room beyond. She smiled at what she saw.
At the long table in the centre of the room, Harsha, Rajeev's stunning telephone operator and assistant, and Kishore's wife, was being humped by Barku, the handsome young peon. Sonali watched as the lovely girl moaned softly, bent over the table, standing on the floor, her buttocks thrust back at the naked peon. Barku, dark and good-looking, stood behind her, his thick, long cock half-embedded in her cunt.
He squeezed it in further, grunting, his fingers digging into the creamy flesh of her buttocks. Harsha moaned and jerked under the thrust, her head arching, her lovely breasts swinging. The cock disappeared slowly between her buttocks. Barku paused, then slid out, then thrust in again with a cruel roll and swing of his buttocks. Harsha cried out and gasped, the breath rushing from her throat. Sonali knew just how she felt, for Barku had fucked her like this several times.
He was good at it. As she watched, he began to move faster, with deeper, harder, more punishing thrusts, running his cock swiftly in and out of her cunt. He bent forward to cup her breasts, squeezing them hard in his hands.
On the large bed against one wall, Seema, Rajeev's assistant, a fair and pretty-faced young woman moaned and gasped as Lewis, the company chauffeur fucked her. He was bent over her and they were fucking hard. His buttocks bounced furiously, bobbing madly up and down, his huge cock rising, glistening, plunging into her cunt. Seema's legs were drawn up high about his back. Her fleshy breasts jiggled, her body rolling upward with every thrust. Lewis kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.
On the floor at the foot of the bed lay Vinod, the new peon whom Sonali had first seduced and then gently trained in the art of lovemaking. Proficient at it now, he was fucking Nandini, an attractive young assistant. She gasped as she rocked up and down, back and forth on his big cock, her gold chains swinging on her sweat-flecked, dusky body. Her mouth was open and she gasped and called obscenely as she bucked. Vinod's hips rose and fell rhythmically under her, tossing her up and down, her breasts bouncing.
Finally, there were Nisha and Babu. She was the stenographer and he was a peon. He was fucking her from behind, lying on his side behind her, her leg drawn up, his cock thrust deep into her, one hand on her hip, the other on her shoulder, jigging her furiously up and down, her eyes closed, her pretty face a vision of lust, her breasts bouncing, the mangalsutra around her neck jumping on her fair, creamy skin. Sonali could see Babu's penis running in and out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing between the creamy curves of her buttocks, his thighs pummelling her buttocks.
Her face was contorted with lust, her mouth open in a loud cry, her eyes shut. Behind her, Babu heaved her buttock up and apart and slammed his hips furiously back and forth. His penis thundered in and out of her cunt.
The sight was extraordinarily erotic. As she watched the octet copulate feverishly, Sonali felt her cunt ooze its juices. She hadn't seen Chiman follow her into the room. He stood silently in the shadows behind her, smiling to himself, leaning against the wall and watching the orgy. It was exciting.
Chiman was not good-looking. His face was heavy, with a thick nose, a fleshy mouth, oversized and stained teeth and large, exposed gums. Despite his looks, he was an immensely satisfying lover. He was dark and lean, with a wiry toughness to his build. He was dressed in a bright shirt unbuttoned to the waist and showed his solidly muscled, V-shaped torso. The chest was well-defined, and his belly was hard and flat. His trunk was hairless. His arms and legs were long and strong. He wore a couple of golden chains around his neck. His trousers were taut and showed the thick bulge in his groin.
His eyes flicked from the window to the young woman in front of him. He knew her well: he fucked her frequently, and knew that she would be randy and hot for a fuck now.
She was quite lovely without being conventionally beautiful. Her eyes were deep brown and bright, lined with *kajal*; the nose was a trifle beaky, the neck not long; but the face was a nice oval, and her mouth was delectable: slightly pouting, with a bowed upper lip, slimmer than the full lower one. Her teeth were perfect, even and very white, with bright gums. Her face had attractive beauty spots high on the left cheekbone.
Her hair was lovely, a dark, silky curtain with a sheen. It was cut short and hung down just to
her shoulders and curled over her forehead in a delectable wave. Her body was firm and well-proportioned. She was short, but her breasts were superb: Firm and high and taut, fleshy mounds with stubby nipples and small aureoles and a deep cleavage, quite fuckable. Her belly was flat, and her hips and buttocks swelled gently. Her arms and legs were nicely turned, slender, the ankles shapely, the hands elegant and well-formed.
She was dressed as usual in a *churidar* and *kurta* outfit, the *kurta* with a high mandarin collar. A thin gold chain with a pearl pendant in an inverted sepal hung around her neck, lifting over the mandarin collar to rest on her chest. She wore a gold bracelet and long, dangling, matching earrings.
"They seem to be having fun," he chuckled. "*Mazaakarrahehain*."
"Who's inside? *Kaunhain andar*?"
"Harsha, I think, and Nandini and Seema and Nisha. Some guys, too. Wanna look? *Dekhnahain*?"
These performances were always worth watching. She had often been a performer herself and she knew that they were fun on either side of the glass. She went into the viewing gallery, a long room that ran the length of the suite behind a solid wall of one-way glass. She flipped the switch and the lights in the viewing gallery dimmed, and the wall shimmered, affording a view into the room beyond. She smiled at what she saw.
At the long table in the centre of the room, Harsha, Rajeev's stunning telephone operator and assistant, and Kishore's wife, was being humped by Barku, the handsome young peon. Sonali watched as the lovely girl moaned softly, bent over the table, standing on the floor, her buttocks thrust back at the naked peon. Barku, dark and good-looking, stood behind her, his thick, long cock half-embedded in her cunt.
He squeezed it in further, grunting, his fingers digging into the creamy flesh of her buttocks. Harsha moaned and jerked under the thrust, her head arching, her lovely breasts swinging. The cock disappeared slowly between her buttocks. Barku paused, then slid out, then thrust in again with a cruel roll and swing of his buttocks. Harsha cried out and gasped, the breath rushing from her throat. Sonali knew just how she felt, for Barku had fucked her like this several times.
He was good at it. As she watched, he began to move faster, with deeper, harder, more punishing thrusts, running his cock swiftly in and out of her cunt. He bent forward to cup her breasts, squeezing them hard in his hands.
On the large bed against one wall, Seema, Rajeev's assistant, a fair and pretty-faced young woman moaned and gasped as Lewis, the company chauffeur fucked her. He was bent over her and they were fucking hard. His buttocks bounced furiously, bobbing madly up and down, his huge cock rising, glistening, plunging into her cunt. Seema's legs were drawn up high about his back. Her fleshy breasts jiggled, her body rolling upward with every thrust. Lewis kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.
On the floor at the foot of the bed lay Vinod, the new peon whom Sonali had first seduced and then gently trained in the art of lovemaking. Proficient at it now, he was fucking Nandini, an attractive young assistant. She gasped as she rocked up and down, back and forth on his big cock, her gold chains swinging on her sweat-flecked, dusky body. Her mouth was open and she gasped and called obscenely as she bucked. Vinod's hips rose and fell rhythmically under her, tossing her up and down, her breasts bouncing.
Finally, there were Nisha and Babu. She was the stenographer and he was a peon. He was fucking her from behind, lying on his side behind her, her leg drawn up, his cock thrust deep into her, one hand on her hip, the other on her shoulder, jigging her furiously up and down, her eyes closed, her pretty face a vision of lust, her breasts bouncing, the mangalsutra around her neck jumping on her fair, creamy skin. Sonali could see Babu's penis running in and out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing between the creamy curves of her buttocks, his thighs pummelling her buttocks.
Her face was contorted with lust, her mouth open in a loud cry, her eyes shut. Behind her, Babu heaved her buttock up and apart and slammed his hips furiously back and forth. His penis thundered in and out of her cunt.
The sight was extraordinarily erotic. As she watched the octet copulate feverishly, Sonali felt her cunt ooze its juices. She hadn't seen Chiman follow her into the room. He stood silently in the shadows behind her, smiling to himself, leaning against the wall and watching the orgy. It was exciting.
Chiman was not good-looking. His face was heavy, with a thick nose, a fleshy mouth, oversized and stained teeth and large, exposed gums. Despite his looks, he was an immensely satisfying lover. He was dark and lean, with a wiry toughness to his build. He was dressed in a bright shirt unbuttoned to the waist and showed his solidly muscled, V-shaped torso. The chest was well-defined, and his belly was hard and flat. His trunk was hairless. His arms and legs were long and strong. He wore a couple of golden chains around his neck. His trousers were taut and showed the thick bulge in his groin.
His eyes flicked from the window to the young woman in front of him. He knew her well: he fucked her frequently, and knew that she would be randy and hot for a fuck now.
She was quite lovely without being conventionally beautiful. Her eyes were deep brown and bright, lined with *kajal*; the nose was a trifle beaky, the neck not long; but the face was a nice oval, and her mouth was delectable: slightly pouting, with a bowed upper lip, slimmer than the full lower one. Her teeth were perfect, even and very white, with bright gums. Her face had attractive beauty spots high on the left cheekbone.
Her hair was lovely, a dark, silky curtain with a sheen. It was cut short and hung down just to
her shoulders and curled over her forehead in a delectable wave. Her body was firm and well-proportioned. She was short, but her breasts were superb: Firm and high and taut, fleshy mounds with stubby nipples and small aureoles and a deep cleavage, quite fuckable. Her belly was flat, and her hips and buttocks swelled gently. Her arms and legs were nicely turned, slender, the ankles shapely, the hands elegant and well-formed.
She was dressed as usual in a *churidar* and *kurta* outfit, the *kurta* with a high mandarin collar. A thin gold chain with a pearl pendant in an inverted sepal hung around her neck, lifting over the mandarin collar to rest on her chest. She wore a gold bracelet and long, dangling, matching earrings.
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