02-07-2019, 02:36 PM
I realized how good it was for me to have someone like Mr. Malik to teach me how to handle a slut like Madhu. She had changed since she became my boss' slut. I loved those changes. I was very happy. But I realized it took a special man to love, live with, and manage a slut. I was glad Mr. Malik was showing me how to do it.
"Ajay, let's get something to eat. I'm hungry again," she said softly.
After we ate, we curled up together in bed, her back to me, her head on my arm, a giant tit in my hand. We fell asleep that way.
The next day, I didn't go to work. Mr. Malik had agreed I could have a day or two off to help Madhu get her townhouse rented and established. We drove in her new convertible.
On Wednesday morning, she started her new career as a professional slut, leaving the house at seven in the morning since her first fuck was at seven thirty. The first week or so, we were adjusting to the new routine. She'd come home from work tired and hungry but reasonably well satisfied. Sometimes she had only one man in the morning and another in the afternoon. Sometimes she had five or six.
But she was Madhu, the slut. She still wanted to fuck me each night. She always came like a women sexually possessed.
Friday, Mr. Malik called me into his office. We actually talked about the company for a few minutes before he changed the subject.
"Sonya told me Madhu came on to her?" my boss said.
"Yes, sir," I answered honestly. "Madhu said a slut should have sex with women."
"Madhu's right. A slut should have sex with women as well as with men. She should have sex with anything - animal, mineral or vegetable - which will fit up her love tunnel. Sonya's a little put off by it, though. I want you to have both of them this Sunday. See that they make love."
"Yes, Mr. Malik."
"I'm taking Madhu Friday night. My Dad has her Saturday morning. One of the club members is having a poker party Saturday night. There will be six guys there for her. Do you want Sonya for the weekend?"
"Yes, sir. Please."
"She'll be there at eight. That is all, Ajay."
Sonya and I had a lovely Friday night and Saturday. I was enjoying Sonya. She was a wonderful women. But, to be honest, Sonya was never going to a real slut, not a world class slut like my Madhu. Sonya was perfectly happy fucking just Mr. Malik and me. Madhu could never be happy with just two men. I knew that. We all knew that.
Sonya and I talked about her having sex with Madhu, too. I told Sonya Mr. Malik wanted her to have sex with Madhu and so did I. She was very apprehensive. Madhu got home about four Sunday morning, awakening us with her arrival.
Madhu was hyper. I asked her what was wrong. She turned and stared at Sonya, her eyes boring into my boss' secretary.
"I'm looking forward to having my first lesbian sex with Sonya," she said, desire dripping from her voice and, if I knew my Madhu, probably from her pussy, too.
I couldn't see Madhu's pussy though, to really tell if it was dripping. She had on a leather skirt which started right above her pubis, a leather halter top, and the "slut" charm dangling from her navel. She wore thigh high stockings, as always. The skirt was long enough to cover the stocking tops when she stood. It was an emerald green color. She really did look wonderful, wonderfully slutty, which is what she was.
"I don't want to have sex with you, Madhu. I'm not a slut like you are," Sonya said shyly.
"Oh, Sonya, don't be ashamed by that. It's okay. Not every woman can be a world class slut like me. Not everyone is a professional golfer but a lot of people still like to hit the ball around. You can still have fun and not be a pro like me," Madhu said reassuringly as she held Sonya's hands.
Madhu put her arm around Sonya's shoulder to guide her back into the bedroom. Sonya was naked, having just gotten out of bed when Madhu came home. I thought it was very sweet of Madhu to be so kind and gentle to Sonya. Then I realized it was Madhu's first time with another woman, too.
But this was Madhu's idea. Sonya watched as Madhu undressed which took a second. Besides not wearing much, Madhu was becoming very adept at dressing and undressing quickly. I sat in the straight chair I pulled beside the bed to watch.
"Ajay, let's get something to eat. I'm hungry again," she said softly.
After we ate, we curled up together in bed, her back to me, her head on my arm, a giant tit in my hand. We fell asleep that way.
The next day, I didn't go to work. Mr. Malik had agreed I could have a day or two off to help Madhu get her townhouse rented and established. We drove in her new convertible.
On Wednesday morning, she started her new career as a professional slut, leaving the house at seven in the morning since her first fuck was at seven thirty. The first week or so, we were adjusting to the new routine. She'd come home from work tired and hungry but reasonably well satisfied. Sometimes she had only one man in the morning and another in the afternoon. Sometimes she had five or six.
But she was Madhu, the slut. She still wanted to fuck me each night. She always came like a women sexually possessed.
Friday, Mr. Malik called me into his office. We actually talked about the company for a few minutes before he changed the subject.
"Sonya told me Madhu came on to her?" my boss said.
"Yes, sir," I answered honestly. "Madhu said a slut should have sex with women."
"Madhu's right. A slut should have sex with women as well as with men. She should have sex with anything - animal, mineral or vegetable - which will fit up her love tunnel. Sonya's a little put off by it, though. I want you to have both of them this Sunday. See that they make love."
"Yes, Mr. Malik."
"I'm taking Madhu Friday night. My Dad has her Saturday morning. One of the club members is having a poker party Saturday night. There will be six guys there for her. Do you want Sonya for the weekend?"
"Yes, sir. Please."
"She'll be there at eight. That is all, Ajay."
Sonya and I had a lovely Friday night and Saturday. I was enjoying Sonya. She was a wonderful women. But, to be honest, Sonya was never going to a real slut, not a world class slut like my Madhu. Sonya was perfectly happy fucking just Mr. Malik and me. Madhu could never be happy with just two men. I knew that. We all knew that.
Sonya and I talked about her having sex with Madhu, too. I told Sonya Mr. Malik wanted her to have sex with Madhu and so did I. She was very apprehensive. Madhu got home about four Sunday morning, awakening us with her arrival.
Madhu was hyper. I asked her what was wrong. She turned and stared at Sonya, her eyes boring into my boss' secretary.
"I'm looking forward to having my first lesbian sex with Sonya," she said, desire dripping from her voice and, if I knew my Madhu, probably from her pussy, too.
I couldn't see Madhu's pussy though, to really tell if it was dripping. She had on a leather skirt which started right above her pubis, a leather halter top, and the "slut" charm dangling from her navel. She wore thigh high stockings, as always. The skirt was long enough to cover the stocking tops when she stood. It was an emerald green color. She really did look wonderful, wonderfully slutty, which is what she was.
"I don't want to have sex with you, Madhu. I'm not a slut like you are," Sonya said shyly.
"Oh, Sonya, don't be ashamed by that. It's okay. Not every woman can be a world class slut like me. Not everyone is a professional golfer but a lot of people still like to hit the ball around. You can still have fun and not be a pro like me," Madhu said reassuringly as she held Sonya's hands.
Madhu put her arm around Sonya's shoulder to guide her back into the bedroom. Sonya was naked, having just gotten out of bed when Madhu came home. I thought it was very sweet of Madhu to be so kind and gentle to Sonya. Then I realized it was Madhu's first time with another woman, too.
But this was Madhu's idea. Sonya watched as Madhu undressed which took a second. Besides not wearing much, Madhu was becoming very adept at dressing and undressing quickly. I sat in the straight chair I pulled beside the bed to watch.
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