10-08-2019, 10:30 PM
“Zala ka? Ka ajun konala bolavu? (Are you done now? Or need more men?)” Mr. Patil sarcastically asked my wife.
Richa couldn’t react and instead remained seated on the floor covering her orifices and the bosom. Both Sandesh and Rakesh were now back to normal and waited in the room to see if the boss had any further commands. Mr. Patil relaxed on the sofa and commanded my wife to bring some refreshments for them. Richa got up sheepishly and walked towards the kitchen all naked as all the three men took a good view of her body. The men laughed suggestively to each other when Richa disappeared of their sight in the kitchen. Mr. Patil suggested Sandesh to drive to airport to pick Mr. Murthy so that they could wrap up the official work before having lunch and a free afternoon and rest of the day. Richa walked in just then carrying a tray with 3 glasses and a bottle of coke and some chips placed in a plate. She placed it on the same center table where she was screwed minutes back. Rakesh quickly served the cold drink for 3 of them and handed the glasses. They all picked the chips and sipped the coke while Richa stood at a distance. Both Rakesh and Sandesh couldn’t help but kept glancing at Richa and Mr. Patil didn’t fail to notice that.
“Ye bass ikade! (Come, sit here!)”, Mr. Patil called my wife. Richa acknowledged but sat down on the floor instead of sofa. She placed herself with her legs covering her openings and bums touching the sofa and tried covering her bosom with the arms.
“navinnavin purushan kadun thokun ghyala maja yete na?(Don’t enjoy screwing different men?)”, my wife was questioned by Mr. Patil. And he kept pinching her nipples until she answered.
“Jee, jee nahi, mera matlab, nahi aisi baat nahi hai!”, my wife coyly answered.
“Imran chi daasi zaliye Sir, swatach bolat hoti, Imran je sangto te sagle karte chup-chap! (She is Imran’s slave bitch Sir, she only confessed in the morning that she does any and everything that Imran asks for!)” Sandesh provided additional information to his boss and he nodded affirmatively.
“Kay kay kartes Imran sathi? (What all have you been doing for Imran?)”, Mr. Patil threw the question to embarrass my wife and continued pinching her nipples until she answered.
“Ji.. please.. jaisa wo kahte hai waisa! (Yes Sir, whatever he (Imran) asks for)!” my wife tried to keep it short but Mr. Patil insisted to elaborate and didn’t stop pinching until she gave up.
“Ji..aaahh.. matlab.. wo khud karte hai mere saath… aur kabhi kabhi aap ke paas bhi bhejte hai! (Yes Sir, sometimes he does it to me and other times send me over to you!)” my wife tried to provide additional details. But the men were still not satisfied, and Mr. Patil kept pinching her nipples bad to force her provide more details.
“Ji… kabhi ghar pe karte hai… kabhi kahi baahar bula lete hai… thoda sa rough treat karte hai… spanking mein bhi majaa aata hai unhe… aur kuch gaandi cheeje karne mein! (Yes Sir, sometimes he bangs me at home or sometimes outside also… he loves treating me rough… enjoys spanking me a lot… and at times the filthy things!)”, my wife couldn’t take the raw pinching and spilled the beans of her encounters although she kept it short at the filthy things.
“To thunkla tuzya tondat tari majaa yete na tula? (Don’t you enjoy him spitting in your mouth?)” Mr. Patil continued testing my wife and spitted on her face as he asked that questions. Richa closed her eyes at once as the globes landed just above her eyes and flowed down. She didn’t use her hands to wipe but instead let it trickle down and eventually licked the part that went up to her lips. Her submission even in that vulnerable state led the blood flow into groin and veins for all the three men. Sandesh sensed Rakesh’s growing unrest but kept his friend pinned down in front of his boss. But Mr. Patil, himself, was super-excited as Richa licked his saliva dripping from her face. A couple of more globes landed directly on her face and Richa ensured her mouth was open wide enough to help them direct inside her. “Asli zaavadi ahe na! (Such a slut she is)” Mr. Patil exclaimed as he moved closer and used his right palm randomly to slap her face, breasts and overall cleavage and arms. Richa quivered in pain as Mr. Patil used all his raw power but didn’t move any inch. He even splashed a glass of water violently on her face, but she wasn’t deterred. Sandesh and Rakesh were raring to tap on their opportunity, but Mr. Patil played it mature and calmed everyone down as it was almost eleven.
“Sandesh, you guys need to go and pick him up now. She will also need to clean herself and be ready to welcome him!”, Mr. Patil announced to put a pause to raunchy morning.
Sandesh and Rakesh acknowledged quickly and went to common bathroom to clean themselves. Rakesh was fidgeting with his manhood as he walked past Richa but didn’t try anything. Richa also picked herself and started cleaning up the place. Mr. Patil was overseeing the proceedings and instructing Rakesh to meet his friend at the airport. While Richa temporarily put on the kurta and leggings she had put in while coming over. She took away all the glasses, dishes and cleaned the floor using mop. She cleaned up the center table and everything around before proceeding to wash and dry the glasses. Sandesh and Rakesh had already left in Mr. Patil’s car to pick his friend from the airport. Mr. Patil asked Richa to take a bath and put on the saree she had brought with her. He made sure Richa clean up the bath and toilet also before the arrival of guest. Richa didn’t protest even once while doing all those cleaning chores before taking a full bath. When she was stepped out wearing the towel and petticoat, she found Mr. Patil in the room watching her with intent. “Kapda ghalu na? (May I put on the clothes?)”, my wife tried asking in her broken Marathi. He smiled and gave her a go ahead as he sat on the bed comfortable. “Towel kadh! (Remove the towel!)” he suggested my wife and she acknowledged. He was stunned seeing Richa's full breasts pushed into the fancy bra as she put on the magneta blouse and buttoned it. “Sadi tight nesaychi… ani thodi naval disli pahije… to south Indian ahe na! (Wrap the saree tightly… and keep the naval exposed… the guy (his friend) is south Indian!)”, Mr. Patil provided additional instructions as my wife started wearing the saree. He ensured she was properly dressed and wore right makeup before taking her out to living room. He instructed Richa to sit beside him on the sofa to explain the plan for the day.
“Aik vyavasthit, saglyat pahile, tuzi olakh mazi office admin mhanun karnar, call-girl nahi. So tyachya samor utavil hou nakos zavayla. Naidu barobar 1-2 deals sign karaychi ahet… tu paperwork madhe help kar…samajle ka? (Listen carefully, first of all, you’re going to be introduced as my office admin and not as a call-girl. Make sure you remember that and don’t seduce him upfront. We need to get a couple of routine deals signed up with Mr. Naidu (the visitor). You will help us with the paperwork. Do you understand?)”, Mr. Patil started planning in detail. My wife was slightly relieved to play that admin role than being the call-girl and acknowledged. Mr. Patil also showed her the 4-5 files and which one to be presented when along with their soft copies and additional documents. Richa didn’t have much trouble understanding the stuff.
“Naidu alyavar tyala greet karun cold drinks vagaire serve karayche… if he is not too hungry apan deals ch kam jevna adhi karun gheu. Tula amha doghana jevan serve vagaire karawe lagel…professionally… either ways… jevlyavar… tyala room madhe escort karun…zopayla dyayache… tya timing la thoda seduction athva tyala haat vagaire laavu dyayacha….okay? (Greet him once he (Mr. Naidu) arrives and make him comfortable. Offer him water, cold drinks or refreshments as required. Check if he is hungry or not. If not, we will get papers signed before the lunch. Either ways, post lunch, escort him to the bedroom and make sure he is comfortable. You may try slight seduction from that point onward. Clear?)”, Mr. Patil provided further context and my wife acknowledged once again.
“Unki choices kaisi hai? Matlab aapke jaise hi hai? (How does Mr. Naidu enjoy it? Are his choices like yours?)”, this time my wife asked a question to Mr. Patil. It brought a smile on his face and that actually embarrassed Richa and she lowered her gaze instantly. “Don’t worry! Let some of those be surprises. I think you can manage anything, won’t you?”, Mr. Patil commented with some level of sarcasm and Richa didn’t respond any further. A few moments passed as Richa quickly arranged files, other papers etc. and went inside to ensure kitchen was in place too. She put out the new towels, adjusted bed linen, pillows and everything in the room and sprayed some air freshener before coming back and sitting on the sofa beside Mr. Patil. His cell phone rang, and Sandesh informed him that he was driving Mr. Naidu from airport to the apartment. Richa was slightly nervous as Mr. Patil patted her back and proceeded to put on some formal clothes. Richa checked her appearance quickly and sat back on the sofa spending some nervous moments. This was her real time role playing and she was apprehensive. It wasn’t long before the doorbell rang. Richa looked at Mr. Patil who indicated she should be opening the door.
Richa couldn’t react and instead remained seated on the floor covering her orifices and the bosom. Both Sandesh and Rakesh were now back to normal and waited in the room to see if the boss had any further commands. Mr. Patil relaxed on the sofa and commanded my wife to bring some refreshments for them. Richa got up sheepishly and walked towards the kitchen all naked as all the three men took a good view of her body. The men laughed suggestively to each other when Richa disappeared of their sight in the kitchen. Mr. Patil suggested Sandesh to drive to airport to pick Mr. Murthy so that they could wrap up the official work before having lunch and a free afternoon and rest of the day. Richa walked in just then carrying a tray with 3 glasses and a bottle of coke and some chips placed in a plate. She placed it on the same center table where she was screwed minutes back. Rakesh quickly served the cold drink for 3 of them and handed the glasses. They all picked the chips and sipped the coke while Richa stood at a distance. Both Rakesh and Sandesh couldn’t help but kept glancing at Richa and Mr. Patil didn’t fail to notice that.
“Ye bass ikade! (Come, sit here!)”, Mr. Patil called my wife. Richa acknowledged but sat down on the floor instead of sofa. She placed herself with her legs covering her openings and bums touching the sofa and tried covering her bosom with the arms.
“navinnavin purushan kadun thokun ghyala maja yete na?(Don’t enjoy screwing different men?)”, my wife was questioned by Mr. Patil. And he kept pinching her nipples until she answered.
“Jee, jee nahi, mera matlab, nahi aisi baat nahi hai!”, my wife coyly answered.
“Imran chi daasi zaliye Sir, swatach bolat hoti, Imran je sangto te sagle karte chup-chap! (She is Imran’s slave bitch Sir, she only confessed in the morning that she does any and everything that Imran asks for!)” Sandesh provided additional information to his boss and he nodded affirmatively.
“Kay kay kartes Imran sathi? (What all have you been doing for Imran?)”, Mr. Patil threw the question to embarrass my wife and continued pinching her nipples until she answered.
“Ji.. please.. jaisa wo kahte hai waisa! (Yes Sir, whatever he (Imran) asks for)!” my wife tried to keep it short but Mr. Patil insisted to elaborate and didn’t stop pinching until she gave up.
“Ji..aaahh.. matlab.. wo khud karte hai mere saath… aur kabhi kabhi aap ke paas bhi bhejte hai! (Yes Sir, sometimes he does it to me and other times send me over to you!)” my wife tried to provide additional details. But the men were still not satisfied, and Mr. Patil kept pinching her nipples bad to force her provide more details.
“Ji… kabhi ghar pe karte hai… kabhi kahi baahar bula lete hai… thoda sa rough treat karte hai… spanking mein bhi majaa aata hai unhe… aur kuch gaandi cheeje karne mein! (Yes Sir, sometimes he bangs me at home or sometimes outside also… he loves treating me rough… enjoys spanking me a lot… and at times the filthy things!)”, my wife couldn’t take the raw pinching and spilled the beans of her encounters although she kept it short at the filthy things.
“To thunkla tuzya tondat tari majaa yete na tula? (Don’t you enjoy him spitting in your mouth?)” Mr. Patil continued testing my wife and spitted on her face as he asked that questions. Richa closed her eyes at once as the globes landed just above her eyes and flowed down. She didn’t use her hands to wipe but instead let it trickle down and eventually licked the part that went up to her lips. Her submission even in that vulnerable state led the blood flow into groin and veins for all the three men. Sandesh sensed Rakesh’s growing unrest but kept his friend pinned down in front of his boss. But Mr. Patil, himself, was super-excited as Richa licked his saliva dripping from her face. A couple of more globes landed directly on her face and Richa ensured her mouth was open wide enough to help them direct inside her. “Asli zaavadi ahe na! (Such a slut she is)” Mr. Patil exclaimed as he moved closer and used his right palm randomly to slap her face, breasts and overall cleavage and arms. Richa quivered in pain as Mr. Patil used all his raw power but didn’t move any inch. He even splashed a glass of water violently on her face, but she wasn’t deterred. Sandesh and Rakesh were raring to tap on their opportunity, but Mr. Patil played it mature and calmed everyone down as it was almost eleven.
“Sandesh, you guys need to go and pick him up now. She will also need to clean herself and be ready to welcome him!”, Mr. Patil announced to put a pause to raunchy morning.
Sandesh and Rakesh acknowledged quickly and went to common bathroom to clean themselves. Rakesh was fidgeting with his manhood as he walked past Richa but didn’t try anything. Richa also picked herself and started cleaning up the place. Mr. Patil was overseeing the proceedings and instructing Rakesh to meet his friend at the airport. While Richa temporarily put on the kurta and leggings she had put in while coming over. She took away all the glasses, dishes and cleaned the floor using mop. She cleaned up the center table and everything around before proceeding to wash and dry the glasses. Sandesh and Rakesh had already left in Mr. Patil’s car to pick his friend from the airport. Mr. Patil asked Richa to take a bath and put on the saree she had brought with her. He made sure Richa clean up the bath and toilet also before the arrival of guest. Richa didn’t protest even once while doing all those cleaning chores before taking a full bath. When she was stepped out wearing the towel and petticoat, she found Mr. Patil in the room watching her with intent. “Kapda ghalu na? (May I put on the clothes?)”, my wife tried asking in her broken Marathi. He smiled and gave her a go ahead as he sat on the bed comfortable. “Towel kadh! (Remove the towel!)” he suggested my wife and she acknowledged. He was stunned seeing Richa's full breasts pushed into the fancy bra as she put on the magneta blouse and buttoned it. “Sadi tight nesaychi… ani thodi naval disli pahije… to south Indian ahe na! (Wrap the saree tightly… and keep the naval exposed… the guy (his friend) is south Indian!)”, Mr. Patil provided additional instructions as my wife started wearing the saree. He ensured she was properly dressed and wore right makeup before taking her out to living room. He instructed Richa to sit beside him on the sofa to explain the plan for the day.
“Aik vyavasthit, saglyat pahile, tuzi olakh mazi office admin mhanun karnar, call-girl nahi. So tyachya samor utavil hou nakos zavayla. Naidu barobar 1-2 deals sign karaychi ahet… tu paperwork madhe help kar…samajle ka? (Listen carefully, first of all, you’re going to be introduced as my office admin and not as a call-girl. Make sure you remember that and don’t seduce him upfront. We need to get a couple of routine deals signed up with Mr. Naidu (the visitor). You will help us with the paperwork. Do you understand?)”, Mr. Patil started planning in detail. My wife was slightly relieved to play that admin role than being the call-girl and acknowledged. Mr. Patil also showed her the 4-5 files and which one to be presented when along with their soft copies and additional documents. Richa didn’t have much trouble understanding the stuff.
“Naidu alyavar tyala greet karun cold drinks vagaire serve karayche… if he is not too hungry apan deals ch kam jevna adhi karun gheu. Tula amha doghana jevan serve vagaire karawe lagel…professionally… either ways… jevlyavar… tyala room madhe escort karun…zopayla dyayache… tya timing la thoda seduction athva tyala haat vagaire laavu dyayacha….okay? (Greet him once he (Mr. Naidu) arrives and make him comfortable. Offer him water, cold drinks or refreshments as required. Check if he is hungry or not. If not, we will get papers signed before the lunch. Either ways, post lunch, escort him to the bedroom and make sure he is comfortable. You may try slight seduction from that point onward. Clear?)”, Mr. Patil provided further context and my wife acknowledged once again.
“Unki choices kaisi hai? Matlab aapke jaise hi hai? (How does Mr. Naidu enjoy it? Are his choices like yours?)”, this time my wife asked a question to Mr. Patil. It brought a smile on his face and that actually embarrassed Richa and she lowered her gaze instantly. “Don’t worry! Let some of those be surprises. I think you can manage anything, won’t you?”, Mr. Patil commented with some level of sarcasm and Richa didn’t respond any further. A few moments passed as Richa quickly arranged files, other papers etc. and went inside to ensure kitchen was in place too. She put out the new towels, adjusted bed linen, pillows and everything in the room and sprayed some air freshener before coming back and sitting on the sofa beside Mr. Patil. His cell phone rang, and Sandesh informed him that he was driving Mr. Naidu from airport to the apartment. Richa was slightly nervous as Mr. Patil patted her back and proceeded to put on some formal clothes. Richa checked her appearance quickly and sat back on the sofa spending some nervous moments. This was her real time role playing and she was apprehensive. It wasn’t long before the doorbell rang. Richa looked at Mr. Patil who indicated she should be opening the door.
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