I was sitting in my drawing room sofa which was quite fluffy and comfortable with a double on the rocks chivas, enjoying to the light music, candle light and the cold air con blow, my jeans trousers were dangling at knee length and between my legs sat Sree with her head bobbling up and down and her straightened hair caressing my thighs sending shivers down my spine.
I could feel her right hand palm fondling my balls and her hot lips and tongue licking and sucking my dick. Her left hand was on my back, near the base of the spine and her well manicured nails dig occasionally into the soft flesh as she swallowed the whole length of my dick. She was the best lady I had ever come across in terms of sex, she knew well how and where to put pressure and every time it was like, just surrender to her mouth.
There was deep silence as she was busy sipping her vodka and sucking on my dick. I had given up and surrendered myself to her. It was a long day, had office from 8 in the morning till 7 in the evening, then had to get the things ordered from the restaurant and set the house for the party mood and I was looking forwards to the weekend off on Thursday and Friday as it is in the Middle East.
Staying alone single and in a huge apartment in a posh locality was a plus as well as a minus. Plus in the sense that people easily knew who I was, I could party at my own free will, and do as I wished to do but the Minus part was that life sometimes would suck all alone without anybody to talk to, specially when I’d feel sick.
Friends were there but mostly married with family, except for a few who were singles. All enjoyed the get togethers as it was an outing and socializing for the ladies specially and the guys would get free quality booze. Most of the ladies (wife’s of my friends) used to be treat my house as theirs, walk around go here take that do that and they all knew where what was kept. There was never a need for getting outside help to arrange, cater and clean the leftovers. The ladies were quite good and apt at all that and the house was at their mercy for that evening.
Sree Vidya was a junior whom I had taken in my Department a year or so back. She was a Tamilian but grew up in Mumbai and was settled there with her parents. She had the typical dusky skin colour of the south, blemish free, smooth oily glowing skin and her hair was a bit wavy. She was short at 5’1 with comparative broad waistline than her shoulders. She had large dark eyes, a vibrant smile and was quite bubbly, cheerful and a very talkative lady given a chance and being a Mumbai gal she was a free outgoing girl.
The first time I saw her for the interview round she was sitting outside and looked just dull and lifeless, but when she was called for the interview she was a totally different person. The most important thing that I had liked apart from her knowledge about the subject was her boldness and determination. It was speaking volumes non verbally through her posture and the way she talked and discussed.
For Sree it was like a dream come true when I had sent her a mail message stating her selection. Her parents had objects of sending a single girl to work in the Middle East but I did tell Sree that she can rest assured as I would meet them before I take her and I had also informed her to continue working with her present company till I asked her to resign.
In due course I had met her parents and got her work visa processed, arranged for her accommodation and transportation and then asked her to join.
Sree was really a big help in the office and also during the so called get together as she would be running up and down serving, filling glasses, running after kids and all liked her a lot as she easily fitted in with all age groups. She too as the other ladies, was stuck to Vodka and orange juice. I always had good stock of Chivas, Jack Daniels, Green Lable, Brandy, Smirnoff, Baileys Irish Cream, Absolut Vodka and Wines (which occasionally somebody would ask for).
It all had started out of station when we had gone to interview some Department Heads, she was drunk and I too was and then she passed out in my room when we arrived and I was in no mood to go and sleep in her room. So she slept on the bed and I slept on the couch, but at night she got up and made me sleep in the bed and she took the couch. Since it was cold inside she slowly crawled back into the bed and my blanket and I realised her closeness only when I turned sides in my sleep. I opened my eyes and it was dark I touched and realised it was Sree who was sleeping all curled up. I put my hand over her and pulled her close and slept off. I thought I was dreaming when I felt a soft hand touching my dick and balls, I opened my legs more for the palm and fingers to explore more, but I woke with a start when she I felt my dick wet and being sucked and in that I folded my legs up sharply and a cry escaped Srees mouth. I reached for the bed lamp and switched on to find my trouser open and my dick standing straight and Sree holding her face as it was hurt when I folded my legs sharply. I was angry and sorry too. Angry as I didn’t expect this from her and sorry as I did hurt her. My compassion took over me and I said sorry and took her in an embrace and kissed her soft and tender face. She looked up, those large dark eyes and then our lips met in a deep kiss.
She made love like a tigress. She was really a sexy bitch as one would say in slang. Smooth dusky skin, dark black straight hair, her boobs were small and conical but very tight with sharp long nipples, her stomach was flat but her bums were so fleshy and sexy, she had thunderous thighs as she herself said, her pussy was clean and the clits so prominent and large.
She climbed on top and drove like nuts and came twice in less than 20 mins and then she was milking me like a cow and saying give me your condensed milk. She was a loud talker and enjoyed talking dirty when making love specially in Hindi. As I mounted her and was thrusting slowly fearing her size she grabbed my bums raised her legs in the air and said loud “jor sey chod na sir” I went mad and banged her like crazy and she was all the while saying “chod” “fuck me ..daal land ko aur andar”.
I could feel my face getting hot and sweat beads tingling down my chest and spine as I pumped hard in and out of her and she lay there spread wide with her legs in the air supported by her hands taking the thrusts.
We both were gasping and then I could feel my body getting taught and she too realised it and in a circus maneuver she was out from under me in a flash and kneeling in front of me held my dick directed on her boobs.
She went on milking me with her soft right hand and as I arched to explode she came near and her eyes narrowed as if frowning in intense focused concentration as I spurted out, she was saying “yes baby give me, good boy, give me.” I had the most explosive cum ever in my life as it seemed not to stop and even when it did my dick was quivering and twitching to ejaculate more.
When finally the breathing became normal and I opened my eyes I saw a very beautiful smile written all over her face. Just like a happy kid she hugged me kissed me and said thank you Sir, you are so nice and gentle.
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