11-01-2019, 02:55 PM
Shanti's wakening body stiffened momentarily as she felt the older man's hand daringly caressing her full right breast, stroking and squeezing the gently palpitating white flesh until a delicious fluttery feeling began to take command of her nerves.
She flushed with guilt as she felt a shameful fleeting desire to press the satin-smooth quivering mound more solidly into her husband's boss' excitedly sweating palm, her sexual side of personality was coming out in the open. Something strange was happening to her mind and body, something that she was absolutely powerless to understand, and she squirmed her smoothly rounded young buttocks nervously against the corded edge of the couch cushion, trembling with disbelief as she felt the shocking electrical contact against the soft hair-lined lips of her moistening pussy under her navy-blue petticoat and silken panties.
God, it was horrible to admit, but it felt better than anything she had ever felt in her life and, powerless to restrain herself, she ground her hips down furtively with greater force against the cushion edge as her breath began to quicken more and more. Could she be drunk from that one innocent drink that Janardhan had given her, Shanti wondered with breathless perplexity as she felt the nipples of her breasts grow twitchingly hard in unwanted physical arousal?
She had only been joking when she had said that she should do something "naughty" and now it was all she could do not to throw herself wantonly on Janardhan well Janardhankanth and press her blazingly hot body against his.
She shuddered and rued from the sexual acceleration that thinking something forbidden gives, even while still struggling to resist the sensations of raw forbidden lust that were now racing maddeningly through her surging vaginal chords.
"This couch is almost like a bed, isn't it?" Janardhan's approach was in a low voice definitely penetrating into her thoughts. "Are you comfortable, my dear? How do you feel now?"
"Fu–Fucking ... I–I don't know ..." she answered in a strange other-worldly voice, her sluttish heart pounding savagely in her rapidly moving chest.
She was aware of nothing but Janardhan's brazen fingertips rubbing lightly over her painfully erect nipples under her maroon bra, stopping occasionally to pinch each one to an even more stinging hardness and causing a series of ripples of fantastic sensations to dance freely through her alerted nerves each time he did it.
The color she was wearing of the bra had an excitingly different effect on older men and this tip she had received from Mala, her breath was steadily quickening, coming in tight gasps as the burning sensation in her trim little belly grew with maddening intensity.
She knew that she was in trouble now, trouble of her own doing, but she also knew that she should not allow Sridhar's boss to squeeze and knead her breasts this way. Still, though, she did not really want to estrange this warm, suddenly exciting man who had, until a short time ago, been so gentle and compassionate with her.
"Please, Mr. Janardhan kanth, I m–mean, N–Janardhan," she objected weakly of course putting it up as she tried desperately to ... I came to talk to you about ... about my husband's job. I have to ... to prove–"
"You don't have to prove anything to me, my dear slut" Janardhan growled suddenly in obscene delight as he saw the helpless confusion that was registering on Shanti's vibrant young face. "If that useless husband of yours isn't man enough for you, there's someone here who is and soon you will be on my corporate list, am tying up with 'The Resort'. I know your plans and have already thought out the first fuck will be with me and Kamesh together!"
Shanti was shocked out of her skin and Janardhan jerked her head abruptly toward him with his heavy hand and pressed his muggy lips wetly to her, grinding his mouth tightly against her mouth. The terrified young wife groaned and struggled uselessly for a sudden panicky moment, feeling his hand pressing then even more demandingly into the softness of her maroon clad breast.
"Relax, Shanti" he whispered into the fragrant warmth of her full-fleshed young lips. "Just let yourself go ... and you won't be sorry."
Uncertain of what she should do and stunned at the same time provoked to a different height by the mention of Kamesh, Shanti let herself go almost completely limp as he had commanded, surprised at the softness of his lips pressing onto her moist mouth.
Shanti's desirable young body tensed as she started to feel Janardhan recklessly massage the smoothly curved cheeks of her buttocks, squeezing them and releasing them with a hypnotic rhythm that stirred her from head to foot.
He twisted toward her, forcing her loins hard against his own anxious loins, and ground ruthlessly against her, his mouth still locked wetly to hers. She gasped in astonishment and held her breath as she felt the bulging hardness under his pants press demandingly into the tender plane of her soft young belly.
The sweet lime juice drifted slowly through her blood, intensifying the unwarranted, uncontrolled feeling starting to course through her aroused body.
The dusky pretty woman's wide black eyes clenched firmly shut as she fought the virile seduction of her body with all of her strength, but the gentle push of his fingers digging greedily into her flesh, and the urgency of his excitedly rising cock pushing into her flat belly through her petticoat, with the saree having been removed quite a while ago, brought further soft moans of helpless submission tumbling from her open lips.
Her very shameless behavior and Janardhan's sly reaction were slowly taking their full effect on the demure but sexy woman's tormented mind.
"Oh bitch, but you're so sexy, how I wish we had met earlier. I'm going to really enjoy this little fuck and hope for a long weekend with you totally naked in my arms at Ooty in my Farmhouse." He was getting ambitious.
"Oh, don't please don't talk like that," Shanti whispered sensually, she was getting aroused and it was unstoppable as she felt the lewd but delicious sensations still tingling across the alert surface of her skin at the sound of the indecent word.
Janardhan spoke lewdly, dropping his hand down further between their tightly- clamped bodies to stroke the lithe suppleness of her lower belly with a teasing lightness.
"Oh God, don't touch me there! You can't," she moaned, her awakened body slack and defenseless from the strange erotic sensations that seemed to be taking complete control of her innocent young being.
She jerked slightly as she felt Janardhan's fingers hooking and sliding the material of her petticoat up the front of her thighs.
She sobbed in dazed delight and tried again to pull away, calling upon all her willpower to fight the blazing tongues of lust that were slowly overwhelming her, the heated flames of forbidden desire licking downward from the pit of her stomach to tease hotly in the moistly rising wetness between her thighs.
"Sweetie, I'm going to fuck you and you're going to love it. It'll teach not to be a goddamned smart-ass and to get your mind off the male models at the Resort long enough to remember me all the time." Janardhan grinned, gloating. "And whenever you get bored with what you're getting at The Resort, you'll always know, by all means, where you can come to get some real cock."
Shanti gasped and shivered with apprehension as she felt the rope of her petticoat being removed and the same coming off her pretty legs and his searching fingers come directly into contact with the tender sensitive flesh of her satiny inner thighs.
Her thoughts whirled incoherently as she heard her own hot breathing in the office, the silence growing otherwise to be a noticeable thing as the minutes went by.
The sound of a slight cotton-like rustle of fabric whispered with her breathing as the petticoat still entangled around her knees rubbed against the black, unyielding surface of the couch. God, it was driving her crazy!! And all the while her fantasy centered around Kamesh, her dream man – how badly she wanted him.
She edged her pubic mound slowly up closer to the illicit pleasure of his hand, her hardened little clitoris beating invitingly against the wetness of her panty crotch band.
Then, unexpectedly, one fingertip found the narrow sensitive slit of her vagina between her slightly spread thighs and pressed the protective nylon material wetly into it, parting the stubby, surrounding hair and making sudden exciting contact with the tiny throbbing head of her inflamed clitoris.
It was wet and slippery from the involuntary pangs of pure desire that filled her entire being and she sucked in her breath noisily to hold back the shameful groan of pleasure that was building deep in her chest.
She did not dare to make a sound, for Janardhan would know how weak she really was–that physically she was every bit as lustful as he as. She could do nothing but lie back against the back of the couch, helplessly vulnerable, as he roamed his hands deliberately over her hotly-responding body, taking obscene liberties with her as he wished. There was no way she knew to ward him off as in her horror she realized that her aroused body was reacting on its own to his bold caressing of her passion-seared buttocks and vagina.
She flushed with guilt as she felt a shameful fleeting desire to press the satin-smooth quivering mound more solidly into her husband's boss' excitedly sweating palm, her sexual side of personality was coming out in the open. Something strange was happening to her mind and body, something that she was absolutely powerless to understand, and she squirmed her smoothly rounded young buttocks nervously against the corded edge of the couch cushion, trembling with disbelief as she felt the shocking electrical contact against the soft hair-lined lips of her moistening pussy under her navy-blue petticoat and silken panties.
God, it was horrible to admit, but it felt better than anything she had ever felt in her life and, powerless to restrain herself, she ground her hips down furtively with greater force against the cushion edge as her breath began to quicken more and more. Could she be drunk from that one innocent drink that Janardhan had given her, Shanti wondered with breathless perplexity as she felt the nipples of her breasts grow twitchingly hard in unwanted physical arousal?
She had only been joking when she had said that she should do something "naughty" and now it was all she could do not to throw herself wantonly on Janardhan well Janardhankanth and press her blazingly hot body against his.
She shuddered and rued from the sexual acceleration that thinking something forbidden gives, even while still struggling to resist the sensations of raw forbidden lust that were now racing maddeningly through her surging vaginal chords.
"This couch is almost like a bed, isn't it?" Janardhan's approach was in a low voice definitely penetrating into her thoughts. "Are you comfortable, my dear? How do you feel now?"
"Fu–Fucking ... I–I don't know ..." she answered in a strange other-worldly voice, her sluttish heart pounding savagely in her rapidly moving chest.
She was aware of nothing but Janardhan's brazen fingertips rubbing lightly over her painfully erect nipples under her maroon bra, stopping occasionally to pinch each one to an even more stinging hardness and causing a series of ripples of fantastic sensations to dance freely through her alerted nerves each time he did it.
The color she was wearing of the bra had an excitingly different effect on older men and this tip she had received from Mala, her breath was steadily quickening, coming in tight gasps as the burning sensation in her trim little belly grew with maddening intensity.
She knew that she was in trouble now, trouble of her own doing, but she also knew that she should not allow Sridhar's boss to squeeze and knead her breasts this way. Still, though, she did not really want to estrange this warm, suddenly exciting man who had, until a short time ago, been so gentle and compassionate with her.
"Please, Mr. Janardhan kanth, I m–mean, N–Janardhan," she objected weakly of course putting it up as she tried desperately to ... I came to talk to you about ... about my husband's job. I have to ... to prove–"
"You don't have to prove anything to me, my dear slut" Janardhan growled suddenly in obscene delight as he saw the helpless confusion that was registering on Shanti's vibrant young face. "If that useless husband of yours isn't man enough for you, there's someone here who is and soon you will be on my corporate list, am tying up with 'The Resort'. I know your plans and have already thought out the first fuck will be with me and Kamesh together!"
Shanti was shocked out of her skin and Janardhan jerked her head abruptly toward him with his heavy hand and pressed his muggy lips wetly to her, grinding his mouth tightly against her mouth. The terrified young wife groaned and struggled uselessly for a sudden panicky moment, feeling his hand pressing then even more demandingly into the softness of her maroon clad breast.
"Relax, Shanti" he whispered into the fragrant warmth of her full-fleshed young lips. "Just let yourself go ... and you won't be sorry."
Uncertain of what she should do and stunned at the same time provoked to a different height by the mention of Kamesh, Shanti let herself go almost completely limp as he had commanded, surprised at the softness of his lips pressing onto her moist mouth.
Shanti's desirable young body tensed as she started to feel Janardhan recklessly massage the smoothly curved cheeks of her buttocks, squeezing them and releasing them with a hypnotic rhythm that stirred her from head to foot.
He twisted toward her, forcing her loins hard against his own anxious loins, and ground ruthlessly against her, his mouth still locked wetly to hers. She gasped in astonishment and held her breath as she felt the bulging hardness under his pants press demandingly into the tender plane of her soft young belly.
The sweet lime juice drifted slowly through her blood, intensifying the unwarranted, uncontrolled feeling starting to course through her aroused body.
The dusky pretty woman's wide black eyes clenched firmly shut as she fought the virile seduction of her body with all of her strength, but the gentle push of his fingers digging greedily into her flesh, and the urgency of his excitedly rising cock pushing into her flat belly through her petticoat, with the saree having been removed quite a while ago, brought further soft moans of helpless submission tumbling from her open lips.
Her very shameless behavior and Janardhan's sly reaction were slowly taking their full effect on the demure but sexy woman's tormented mind.
"Oh bitch, but you're so sexy, how I wish we had met earlier. I'm going to really enjoy this little fuck and hope for a long weekend with you totally naked in my arms at Ooty in my Farmhouse." He was getting ambitious.
"Oh, don't please don't talk like that," Shanti whispered sensually, she was getting aroused and it was unstoppable as she felt the lewd but delicious sensations still tingling across the alert surface of her skin at the sound of the indecent word.
Janardhan spoke lewdly, dropping his hand down further between their tightly- clamped bodies to stroke the lithe suppleness of her lower belly with a teasing lightness.
"Oh God, don't touch me there! You can't," she moaned, her awakened body slack and defenseless from the strange erotic sensations that seemed to be taking complete control of her innocent young being.
She jerked slightly as she felt Janardhan's fingers hooking and sliding the material of her petticoat up the front of her thighs.
She sobbed in dazed delight and tried again to pull away, calling upon all her willpower to fight the blazing tongues of lust that were slowly overwhelming her, the heated flames of forbidden desire licking downward from the pit of her stomach to tease hotly in the moistly rising wetness between her thighs.
"Sweetie, I'm going to fuck you and you're going to love it. It'll teach not to be a goddamned smart-ass and to get your mind off the male models at the Resort long enough to remember me all the time." Janardhan grinned, gloating. "And whenever you get bored with what you're getting at The Resort, you'll always know, by all means, where you can come to get some real cock."
Shanti gasped and shivered with apprehension as she felt the rope of her petticoat being removed and the same coming off her pretty legs and his searching fingers come directly into contact with the tender sensitive flesh of her satiny inner thighs.
Her thoughts whirled incoherently as she heard her own hot breathing in the office, the silence growing otherwise to be a noticeable thing as the minutes went by.
The sound of a slight cotton-like rustle of fabric whispered with her breathing as the petticoat still entangled around her knees rubbed against the black, unyielding surface of the couch. God, it was driving her crazy!! And all the while her fantasy centered around Kamesh, her dream man – how badly she wanted him.
She edged her pubic mound slowly up closer to the illicit pleasure of his hand, her hardened little clitoris beating invitingly against the wetness of her panty crotch band.
Then, unexpectedly, one fingertip found the narrow sensitive slit of her vagina between her slightly spread thighs and pressed the protective nylon material wetly into it, parting the stubby, surrounding hair and making sudden exciting contact with the tiny throbbing head of her inflamed clitoris.
It was wet and slippery from the involuntary pangs of pure desire that filled her entire being and she sucked in her breath noisily to hold back the shameful groan of pleasure that was building deep in her chest.
She did not dare to make a sound, for Janardhan would know how weak she really was–that physically she was every bit as lustful as he as. She could do nothing but lie back against the back of the couch, helplessly vulnerable, as he roamed his hands deliberately over her hotly-responding body, taking obscene liberties with her as he wished. There was no way she knew to ward him off as in her horror she realized that her aroused body was reacting on its own to his bold caressing of her passion-seared buttocks and vagina.
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