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A few days later...
The petite slut knelt in front of Rakesh, her toned thighs spread into a wide-legged stance and the dark nipples on her tiny, firm little tits stiff and crinkled with lust. Rakesh was pleased to see that Payal’s tight pussy was shaved silky smooth, and he idly wondered for a moment if that meant she was regularly hooking up with one-night stands. She was certainly hot enough to have frequent casual sex. Unfortunately for the other guys, they would never compare to what Kusha's cute little assistant was about to experience.
But, as tantalizing as Payal's tight, petite body was to look at, it didn't make Rakesh's dick throb like the expression on her face did right now. Her lovely, almond-shaped eyes stared up at the massive cock looming above her. Her glossy lips were parted with hot, panting breaths. "It's so big, Ra-... I mean, Sir," she said, remembering what Rakesh had instructed her to call him. Rakesh had seen this dozens of times before, maybe even hundreds. Payal was cock-drunk, totally enthralled by the sight of his incredible penis. It was possible that up until this point, she thought she was doing Rakesh a favor by having sex with him. A lot of girls felt that way... right up until they saw his cock.
Rakesh chuckled and leaned forward, pressing the thick, blood-hot length of his throbbing cock against the kneeling bengali’s face. She groaned, feeling its dominant, masculine energy against her skin. Her breath puffed, quick and shallow, against Rakesh's hairy balls as she moaned, "M-maybe it's too big, Sir! I don't know if it will f-fit!"
Rakesh grinned. It would fit. It always did. In fact, soon Payal would be begging for more... for him to go deeper. He could feel it right now as he watched her squirm with lust, her hand sneaking down to rub and squish between her spread thighs: he was going to turn this little slut into a size queen, just like he had done to so many others. If she played her cards right, he might even let her play with her new obsession in front of a camera and get more money than Kusha could ever pay her.
"You don't need to worry about that now, honey," he said. "You just need to focus on making me feel good... and answering my questions."
With a shuddering breath, Payal obeyed, pressing her soft lips to his cock in a series of warm, wet kisses up and down its length.
"Now... is Kusha a good boss?" asked Rakesh, settling back and enjoying the petite woman's slutty service.
Payal looked up at him, confused, as she swirled her little pink tongue around his cockhead. "Mrs. Kapoor? Well, ummm, she can be hard to get along with sometimes, but she's honest and fair."
Rakesh nodded, "She seems like she can be stubborn. When you really need to convince her to change her mind, how do you go about that?"
"Why are we... slurp... why are we talking about my boss, Sir?" said Payal, pausing mid-sentence to run her dripping wet tongue over Rakesh's throbbing shaft.
Payal hadn't been a challenge at all. By the end of Rakesh's first visit to the office, she had been giggling and twirling her hair; by the end of the second visit, he had gotten her phone number; and the third time had, as they say, been the charm. Single women were like easy mode, and Rakesh liked the hunt so much that he rarely bothered pursuing them unless he badly needed a particular type of slut for his porn content. But, quite apart from what a delectable little snack she was, Payal would be a useful tool in his toolbox. Once she was hopelessly addicted to him, he would have a woman on the inside, able to monitor all of Kusha's communication and activities.
Rakesh slapped his thick cock wetly against Payal's tawny cheek, leaving a shiny streak of her own saliva. "I thought you said you were going to do anything I said." His voice was low and hard, and made Payal look up at him with a little catch of intimidation and arousal in her breath. "Or should we just get our clothes back on and go our separate ways?"
"N-no, sir," said Payal hurriedly, her eyes still focused on his cock, hazy with lust. "I can be a good girl."
"That's what I like to hear. Now answer the question. And my balls could use a little attention while you're at it."
The tight little bengali hurried to obey, lapping at his rough, hairy balls with her cute pink tongue while she stroked his slimy, spit-covered cock. "Well... she's very hard to convince once she makes her mind up," said Payal between licks. "But sometimes if you distract her, or present new information on the issue that confuses her, you can sneak things past her."
Rakesh nodded and moved on, quizzing Kusha's assistant on everything she knew about her boss. What made her angry. What made her laugh. Any stories she told about Sharath, positive or negative. Her favorite food. Eventually, Payal forgot all about how weird it was to answer questions about her boss. She was too busy stuffing her mouth with cock to think about anything other than Rakesh's meaty dick.
The petite slut knelt in front of Rakesh, her toned thighs spread into a wide-legged stance and the dark nipples on her tiny, firm little tits stiff and crinkled with lust. Rakesh was pleased to see that Payal’s tight pussy was shaved silky smooth, and he idly wondered for a moment if that meant she was regularly hooking up with one-night stands. She was certainly hot enough to have frequent casual sex. Unfortunately for the other guys, they would never compare to what Kusha's cute little assistant was about to experience.
But, as tantalizing as Payal's tight, petite body was to look at, it didn't make Rakesh's dick throb like the expression on her face did right now. Her lovely, almond-shaped eyes stared up at the massive cock looming above her. Her glossy lips were parted with hot, panting breaths. "It's so big, Ra-... I mean, Sir," she said, remembering what Rakesh had instructed her to call him. Rakesh had seen this dozens of times before, maybe even hundreds. Payal was cock-drunk, totally enthralled by the sight of his incredible penis. It was possible that up until this point, she thought she was doing Rakesh a favor by having sex with him. A lot of girls felt that way... right up until they saw his cock.
Rakesh chuckled and leaned forward, pressing the thick, blood-hot length of his throbbing cock against the kneeling bengali’s face. She groaned, feeling its dominant, masculine energy against her skin. Her breath puffed, quick and shallow, against Rakesh's hairy balls as she moaned, "M-maybe it's too big, Sir! I don't know if it will f-fit!"
Rakesh grinned. It would fit. It always did. In fact, soon Payal would be begging for more... for him to go deeper. He could feel it right now as he watched her squirm with lust, her hand sneaking down to rub and squish between her spread thighs: he was going to turn this little slut into a size queen, just like he had done to so many others. If she played her cards right, he might even let her play with her new obsession in front of a camera and get more money than Kusha could ever pay her.
"You don't need to worry about that now, honey," he said. "You just need to focus on making me feel good... and answering my questions."
With a shuddering breath, Payal obeyed, pressing her soft lips to his cock in a series of warm, wet kisses up and down its length.
"Now... is Kusha a good boss?" asked Rakesh, settling back and enjoying the petite woman's slutty service.
Payal looked up at him, confused, as she swirled her little pink tongue around his cockhead. "Mrs. Kapoor? Well, ummm, she can be hard to get along with sometimes, but she's honest and fair."
Rakesh nodded, "She seems like she can be stubborn. When you really need to convince her to change her mind, how do you go about that?"
"Why are we... slurp... why are we talking about my boss, Sir?" said Payal, pausing mid-sentence to run her dripping wet tongue over Rakesh's throbbing shaft.
Payal hadn't been a challenge at all. By the end of Rakesh's first visit to the office, she had been giggling and twirling her hair; by the end of the second visit, he had gotten her phone number; and the third time had, as they say, been the charm. Single women were like easy mode, and Rakesh liked the hunt so much that he rarely bothered pursuing them unless he badly needed a particular type of slut for his porn content. But, quite apart from what a delectable little snack she was, Payal would be a useful tool in his toolbox. Once she was hopelessly addicted to him, he would have a woman on the inside, able to monitor all of Kusha's communication and activities.
Rakesh slapped his thick cock wetly against Payal's tawny cheek, leaving a shiny streak of her own saliva. "I thought you said you were going to do anything I said." His voice was low and hard, and made Payal look up at him with a little catch of intimidation and arousal in her breath. "Or should we just get our clothes back on and go our separate ways?"
"N-no, sir," said Payal hurriedly, her eyes still focused on his cock, hazy with lust. "I can be a good girl."
"That's what I like to hear. Now answer the question. And my balls could use a little attention while you're at it."
The tight little bengali hurried to obey, lapping at his rough, hairy balls with her cute pink tongue while she stroked his slimy, spit-covered cock. "Well... she's very hard to convince once she makes her mind up," said Payal between licks. "But sometimes if you distract her, or present new information on the issue that confuses her, you can sneak things past her."
Rakesh nodded and moved on, quizzing Kusha's assistant on everything she knew about her boss. What made her angry. What made her laugh. Any stories she told about Sharath, positive or negative. Her favorite food. Eventually, Payal forgot all about how weird it was to answer questions about her boss. She was too busy stuffing her mouth with cock to think about anything other than Rakesh's meaty dick.
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