03-01-2019, 11:32 PM
Sandesh didn’t miss the chance and quickly unbuttoned her jeans to roll them down along with panties while she was still seated in the chair. Richa was somewhat thrilled at the pace he was going at and didn’t protest as such. He didn’t bother to drop his trousers instead just unzipped them and lowered his boxers inside to pull his member out. Before Richa could glance at it, he penetrated her moist hole. Richa jerked as his large dick opened her passage and ramped inside but provided his enough room to start stroking at once. The guy was pleased with the treatment he was receiving from my wife and soon gained momentum and started doing her at varying pace. He continued playing with her chest and kissing her in between as his mighty cock continued penetrating her. Richa was holding him tightly and moaning in between with the strokes as she was nearing her climax. Sandesh was engrossed too in screwing this beautiful married lady in the office. He was smooching her hard, pulling her hairs and pinching her nipples in between and also giving some light slaps on her exposed thighs and that was more than sufficient to Richa who wasn’t so used to smooth lovemaking that Prakash tried in the morning.
“Sandesh… bhadvya….. tuzi himmat kashi zaaali? (Sandesh! You asshole! How did you dare to screw her?), the harsh voice suddenly brought them to senses. Richa was terrified to hear another male voice in that small office holding the door open. Sandesh was even more worried knowing his boss was back but didn’t realize removing his cock out and thus blocking Richa's view to the man.
“Sandesh… bhadvya….. tuzi himmat kashi zaaali? (Sandesh! You asshole! How did you dare to screw her?), the harsh voice suddenly brought them to senses. Richa was terrified to hear another male voice in that small office holding the door open. Sandesh was even more worried knowing his boss was back but didn’t realize removing his cock out and thus blocking Richa's view to the man.
Mr. Patil entered the room next minute forcing Sandesh to remove his wet cock from my wife’s leaking pussy. Richa was stunned to see Mr. Patil there and tried to adjust her clothes quickly. Sandesh too quickly zipped himself and apologized to his boss.
“Nalayak me tula tila basavun thevayla sangitale hote…… zavayla nahi… (Rascal! I had asked you to sit her down and not screw her!)”, Mr Patil continued venting out his frustration. Sandesh remained apologetic still staring my just screwed wife closely.
“Can’t you not resist a cock for 15 minutes?”, this time Richa received his fury along with a tight slap across her face. But then he paused to receive Ranabhir’s call. Richa moaned a little at the slap and remain seated uncomfortably. She could still see the hardness of Sandesh inside his pants and he trying to suppress it.
“Ranabhir bhai…..ye aisi kamini hai na…. mere aane tak bhi nahi wait kar payi… apne office boy Sandesh se chudna chalu kar diya saali ne! (Ranabhir, this lady is such a slut… she couldn’t even wait till I return… started screwing our office boy Sandesh… such a bitch she is!)”, Mr. Patil’s open praise about my wife made her lower her head but it certainly tingled her too. She closed her legs and seated with proper posture in the chair until Mr. Patil finished his conversation.
“Did he force you?” Mr. Patil asked her but she didn’t answer immediately. Another tight slap and words started spitting out of my wife. “No Sir, Ranabhir Sir didn’t tell me whom I was supposed to meet! He just gave me the address of the office. When I came over, I thought he (Sandesh) is the person I was supposed to meet”, my wife’s explanation brought a wry smile on his face. “Lucky bastard”, he exclaimed to Sandesh who was little relieved to see his boss’s mood changing. “Me nighto Sir, tumhi maja kaara! (I am leaving Sir, you’ve the fun!)” the rascal spoke to his boss with a short smile. Richa saw him picking his sack and leaving the office at once while Mr. Patil looked excited to have her under him.
Mr. Patil locked the door once Sandesh stepped out and asked Richa to strip. There was no reason for her to oppose and she quickly removed all her clothes. Mr. Patil picked her bra and panty and kept it aside while leaving the buttoned shirt and jeans on the main chair in the room. He pulled out a blindfold and placed it on Richa's face to suppress her view. Richa was slightly disturbed but continued with the flow. He dragged her roughly near the chair and gave her a strong byte on her left breast. Richa shuddered in pain but he didn’t stop and continued biting her flesh around breasts and tummy. He then twisted her nipples hard and slapped both the breasts with power. Richa stumbled across a lot as she continued receiving strong slaps from Mr. Patil. At one point, he threw her to the ground and spread her legs. He dragged her closer to chair where he was sitting and inserted the toe of his feet in her pussy and placed his other feet in her mouth. My dear wife obediently licked Mr. Patil’s feet as he screwed her with his toe. Richa tried her best to remain calm and tried to make up for the mistake of allowing Sandesh to ride her.
But that lack of resistance encouraged Mr. Patil further. He undid her blindfold and started spitting on her, dragging her around by pulling her hairs and pinching and slapping her at will. He was definitely challenging the submissiveness of my dear wife and she was reaching new accolades. At one point, he actually emptied the small dustbin on the floor and asked Richa to bend and pick everything using her mouth and place back in the dustbin and all this while her butts were receiving strong blows of a metallic stationary ruler. Thankfully, the dustbin only contained stray papers and some used tea bags. Mr. Patil was behaving as a true sadist and my wife didn’t try opposing him even once. But he was soon back to normal. He pulled out a towel and made it wet using the water and asked Richa to clean her body.
He then placed my wife on his center table and spread her legs to screw. He made her look into his eyes and waited to penetrate until she begged him to do so. There were two reasons off course – she was getting late and she was slightly excited with the rough treatment she’d received. Nevertheless, it was a sight to have Richa been screwed on a table inside an office. He had enough erection and she had adequate moistness to enable the action which lasted for over 7-8 minutes and during which Mr. Patil made adequate use of her ample breasts and nipples. Finally he ejaculated heavily insider her and then picked himself up to push his member in her mouth. Richa didn’t protest and tasted his semen mixed with her own juices. As she laid there she heard Mr. Patil booking an AC cab to leave from office.
“Come on… let us leave…. I’ve booked cab. I want to continue teasing you on the road in presence of the driver. Let us see how far you can go!”, Mr. Patil challenged my wife who was still recovering from the attack. That sounded indeed scary to be doing something on road or while having the driver driving the taxi. But Mr. Patil looked totally convinced and Richa didn’t see a point in trying to argue. She picked herself up and dried her holes using tissues before reaching for clothes.
“Just the pant and shirt!”, commanded Mr. Patil as he placed her bra and panty in his office drawer. My wife acknowledged and put on the jeans and the shirt and kept the top 3 buttons open again on her Master’s instructions. She looked like a slut as she walked down with him to the taxi. The small evening breeze was sufficient to open her shirt and expose her mountains to the whole world and there was no shortage of horny men there who did her with their eyes. Richa survived all of that and got into the taxi with Mr. Patil.
“Shirt aur pant ke buttons khol ke baith (Keep the buttons of shirt and pant open as you sit!)”, Mr. Patil instructed Richa quite loudly as they got inside the taxi. There was no way the driver couldn’t have heard her but the fellow (who was a middle aged man) ignored it. Richa was embarrassed to death as she adjusted herself right behind driver seat while Mr. Patil moved closed on the middle seat. The glasses weren’t tinted black and adjacent vehicle could see what was happening but Mr. Patil seemed least bothered. He asked Richa to turn towards him such that her back was towards the taxi door and then opened all the buttons of her shirt. He even made her lift her bums and pull her pants down until her thighs.
“Sandesh… bhadvya….. tuzi himmat kashi zaaali? (Sandesh! You asshole! How did you dare to screw her?), the harsh voice suddenly brought them to senses. Richa was terrified to hear another male voice in that small office holding the door open. Sandesh was even more worried knowing his boss was back but didn’t realize removing his cock out and thus blocking Richa's view to the man.
“Sandesh… bhadvya….. tuzi himmat kashi zaaali? (Sandesh! You asshole! How did you dare to screw her?), the harsh voice suddenly brought them to senses. Richa was terrified to hear another male voice in that small office holding the door open. Sandesh was even more worried knowing his boss was back but didn’t realize removing his cock out and thus blocking Richa's view to the man.
Mr. Patil entered the room next minute forcing Sandesh to remove his wet cock from my wife’s leaking pussy. Richa was stunned to see Mr. Patil there and tried to adjust her clothes quickly. Sandesh too quickly zipped himself and apologized to his boss.
“Nalayak me tula tila basavun thevayla sangitale hote…… zavayla nahi… (Rascal! I had asked you to sit her down and not screw her!)”, Mr Patil continued venting out his frustration. Sandesh remained apologetic still staring my just screwed wife closely.
“Can’t you not resist a cock for 15 minutes?”, this time Richa received his fury along with a tight slap across her face. But then he paused to receive Ranabhir’s call. Richa moaned a little at the slap and remain seated uncomfortably. She could still see the hardness of Sandesh inside his pants and he trying to suppress it.
“Ranabhir bhai…..ye aisi kamini hai na…. mere aane tak bhi nahi wait kar payi… apne office boy Sandesh se chudna chalu kar diya saali ne! (Ranabhir, this lady is such a slut… she couldn’t even wait till I return… started screwing our office boy Sandesh… such a bitch she is!)”, Mr. Patil’s open praise about my wife made her lower her head but it certainly tingled her too. She closed her legs and seated with proper posture in the chair until Mr. Patil finished his conversation.
“Did he force you?” Mr. Patil asked her but she didn’t answer immediately. Another tight slap and words started spitting out of my wife. “No Sir, Ranabhir Sir didn’t tell me whom I was supposed to meet! He just gave me the address of the office. When I came over, I thought he (Sandesh) is the person I was supposed to meet”, my wife’s explanation brought a wry smile on his face. “Lucky bastard”, he exclaimed to Sandesh who was little relieved to see his boss’s mood changing. “Me nighto Sir, tumhi maja kaara! (I am leaving Sir, you’ve the fun!)” the rascal spoke to his boss with a short smile. Richa saw him picking his sack and leaving the office at once while Mr. Patil looked excited to have her under him.
Mr. Patil locked the door once Sandesh stepped out and asked Richa to strip. There was no reason for her to oppose and she quickly removed all her clothes. Mr. Patil picked her bra and panty and kept it aside while leaving the buttoned shirt and jeans on the main chair in the room. He pulled out a blindfold and placed it on Richa's face to suppress her view. Richa was slightly disturbed but continued with the flow. He dragged her roughly near the chair and gave her a strong byte on her left breast. Richa shuddered in pain but he didn’t stop and continued biting her flesh around breasts and tummy. He then twisted her nipples hard and slapped both the breasts with power. Richa stumbled across a lot as she continued receiving strong slaps from Mr. Patil. At one point, he threw her to the ground and spread her legs. He dragged her closer to chair where he was sitting and inserted the toe of his feet in her pussy and placed his other feet in her mouth. My dear wife obediently licked Mr. Patil’s feet as he screwed her with his toe. Richa tried her best to remain calm and tried to make up for the mistake of allowing Sandesh to ride her.
But that lack of resistance encouraged Mr. Patil further. He undid her blindfold and started spitting on her, dragging her around by pulling her hairs and pinching and slapping her at will. He was definitely challenging the submissiveness of my dear wife and she was reaching new accolades. At one point, he actually emptied the small dustbin on the floor and asked Richa to bend and pick everything using her mouth and place back in the dustbin and all this while her butts were receiving strong blows of a metallic stationary ruler. Thankfully, the dustbin only contained stray papers and some used tea bags. Mr. Patil was behaving as a true sadist and my wife didn’t try opposing him even once. But he was soon back to normal. He pulled out a towel and made it wet using the water and asked Richa to clean her body.
He then placed my wife on his center table and spread her legs to screw. He made her look into his eyes and waited to penetrate until she begged him to do so. There were two reasons off course – she was getting late and she was slightly excited with the rough treatment she’d received. Nevertheless, it was a sight to have Richa been screwed on a table inside an office. He had enough erection and she had adequate moistness to enable the action which lasted for over 7-8 minutes and during which Mr. Patil made adequate use of her ample breasts and nipples. Finally he ejaculated heavily insider her and then picked himself up to push his member in her mouth. Richa didn’t protest and tasted his semen mixed with her own juices. As she laid there she heard Mr. Patil booking an AC cab to leave from office.
“Come on… let us leave…. I’ve booked cab. I want to continue teasing you on the road in presence of the driver. Let us see how far you can go!”, Mr. Patil challenged my wife who was still recovering from the attack. That sounded indeed scary to be doing something on road or while having the driver driving the taxi. But Mr. Patil looked totally convinced and Richa didn’t see a point in trying to argue. She picked herself up and dried her holes using tissues before reaching for clothes.
“Just the pant and shirt!”, commanded Mr. Patil as he placed her bra and panty in his office drawer. My wife acknowledged and put on the jeans and the shirt and kept the top 3 buttons open again on her Master’s instructions. She looked like a slut as she walked down with him to the taxi. The small evening breeze was sufficient to open her shirt and expose her mountains to the whole world and there was no shortage of horny men there who did her with their eyes. Richa survived all of that and got into the taxi with Mr. Patil.
“Shirt aur pant ke buttons khol ke baith (Keep the buttons of shirt and pant open as you sit!)”, Mr. Patil instructed Richa quite loudly as they got inside the taxi. There was no way the driver couldn’t have heard her but the fellow (who was a middle aged man) ignored it. Richa was embarrassed to death as she adjusted herself right behind driver seat while Mr. Patil moved closed on the middle seat. The glasses weren’t tinted black and adjacent vehicle could see what was happening but Mr. Patil seemed least bothered. He asked Richa to turn towards him such that her back was towards the taxi door and then opened all the buttons of her shirt. He even made her lift her bums and pull her pants down until her thighs.
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