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Amulya wanted to bypass all the HR processes for my entry into the office. Her boss, now being her slave, would do anything for her. She took his signature for my entry into the office. I walked into the reception at 10:30, and after the process, I was allowed to enter the office by 11:00.
After sliding my bag through the scanner, I remembered about the condom packet. Thank god the security did not notice that. After security, I texted Amulya and waited for her. My flaccid dick woke the instant my eyes caught Amulya.
Oh god, angelic beauty on earth. Let me describe the alluring, puffy Amulya. She was very fair in texture, that a small pinch would leave a red mark on her body. She was around 5.4 ft in height. Her dress code was mouthwatering.
Black transparent designer saree on her pure milky skin. A matching black blouse with a cap-sleeved shoulder covering only her shoulder cap, revealing white fleshy skin between her elbow to shoulder. Oh heavens! She looked flawless as I undressed her completely in my head.
As she walked towards me, I noticed sideways protruding hips moving from one side to another with each small step.
As she neared, I saw the milky pulpy navel with a big belly button under the transparent saree. My dirty mind fast-forwards to the evening when my face will be feeling this pulpy navel by rubbing, digging my face in, and my tongue playing with her deep belly button.
My eyes moved to her yummy 36-sized huge boobs hidden firmly inside the blouse. The blouse was deeply cut in the front, revealing cleavage, which was covered by a single layer of transparent saree.
The lucky white beaded necklace around her neck travels into her cleavage along with the mangalsutra. (My dirty mind imagines her huge boobs swinging like a pendulum to my huge thrusts from behind. She moans, standing and spreading her thighs in the doggy).
My eyes scrutinized her lipstick-smeared red lips as she said, “Hello. Madhan.” Her girly, low, sweet voice was very relaxing to hear. As the words left her mouth, my eyes watched thin upper lips and juicy, thicker lower hips.
My mind imagines how wildly her nose will clash with mine while we eat each other’s lips. Uff, her killer smile with white teeth, while her hands pushed the lump of hair behind her pretty ears. Her ears had a small white stone stud on the upper helix and a blue gemstone on the lobe.
Amulya’s fair hands with mehendi (until her forearm) is a treat to the eyes. I grabbed her soft hands as she forwarded for a shake. I never want to let go of her hand. I held her hand much longer than usual. I poked with my index finger, scratching her palm. She blushed, trying to release her hand from my grip.
I let go of her hand with glass bangles dangling. She wore a stylish gold-coloured watch on her other hand. My dirty mind imagines these small tiny hands positioning my devilish cock to her dripping pussy while she climbs on top of me.
Amulya’s eyes were magical. I plunged into those magnetic eyes under neatly shaped eyebrows. Seeing her medium-length hair, my dirty mind imagines holding it firmly into my fist. My cock continues to slide in and out of her juicy pussy to her loud, non-stop moans.
My thick hungry cock is having a really hard time staying silent in my underwear. My dirty mind imagines all the ways I will be savaging Amulya tonight. My eyes were busily watching Amulya. From her attractive face to her cleavage to her hefty boobs to her puffy navel to her protruding ass cheeks.
I could smell a strong fragrance from her. We walked silently next to each other through the corridor to the far end of it towards a closed cabin. I read Manjunath on the nameplate as she pushed the cabin door open. A dark-faced man, probably in his 40s, was seriously typing something into his screen.
The boss’s chin widens to a big smile, seeing Amulya. The smile immediately disappears after seeing me. I walk behind her. “Sir, I told na. He has come.” He shook my hand. He asked some random questions about my college and stuff.
I answered all as I came prepared for such questions. While answering the boss, my mind voice said, “I will be banging Amulya in this very cabin.”
I mentally scanned the complete room hatching plans,
1. Where and all would I position her?
2. How and all will I bang her?
These simulations with Amulya sitting next to me woke my cock again, dancing in my pants. I quickly covered my bulge with the bag. She says, “Ok, sir,” and leaves the cabin. Ignoring the boss’s question, I watch her swaying ass cheeks as she steps out of the cabin. Just a minute past her departure, the boss asked me to go to Amulya.
I quickly leave the cabin, walking briskly to catch up with Amulya. She sits in an open cabin next to the boss. She smiled and then guided me to my place. I followed her. My eyes watch her white back through the wide-cut back of her blouse.
I was tempted so badly that I was in no mood to wait till the end of the day for the wild fun to start. She shows me a place with an office laptop and walks back to her cabin. I repositioned my seating and the laptop in a way that I could watch her. Her boss’s cabin was next to her.
I could see the inside of that cabin, too. All day long, temptations for each other climbed high and high. Some of the tempting moments.
My eyes watched her non-stop as she continued to work, sometimes with her PC and sometimes on the calls with clients. Our eyes met briefly every once in a while. After an hour, she walks to me. She acts as if she is explaining to me as she executes some application on the laptop.
I adjust my seat, moving very close to her. I could smell the aroma from her hair as she stood next to me, bending over the laptop. I stared at her face while she kept a serious face, explaining. I scanned all around the office and noticed that all were busy with their work.
I slowly brush, running my index finger through her bare, spongy, soft navel. She feels a titling sensation as she closes her eyes with a hint of a smile on her cheeks. She then looks all around, ensuring that nobody has noticed.
She continues to talk about the application something. I kept talking in a low, calm voice statement like, “Oh, your soft spongy navel. Your super pretty face. I want to bite those red lips. (She drenched her red lips wet on hearing that). What pretty eyes? Your boobs, I can’t wait to have my hands over them.”
After a short time, she returns to her cabin. I texted her that she should provoke her boss, too. Reading my message, she watches me from her cabin with a hint of kink in her smile. She signals me to watch and walks into his boss’s cabin with a file.
She stands in front of her boss in such a way that I can see her boss’s expression through the mirror of his cabin. She bents low as she places the file in front of him. She lowers the saree drape with her huge melons in full display to her boss.
Her boss watches her hefty boobs open-mouthed (I can imagine drool sliding down from the corner of his mouth). Their eyes met with lust in the glaring eyes of her boss. She hides her boss’s view from me as she tilts her head to ensure that I am watching them.
I hide my view and continue to watch. Her boss glances that no one is around. Her boss grabs her soft navel, dragging her next to him. He runs his hand, squeezing her navel and quickly moving to press her heavy boobs once.
My dick was wild watching this scene. She pushes his hand away, adjusts her pallu, and walks out of his cabin. Her boss watched her as she stepped out with a hand on his cock over the pant.
After some time, she took me to the coffee area, and we had coffee. All the while, l continued to flirt with her. I was appreciating her beauty, building the tempo for the wild session.
The next act was during the lunch.
Until next time. Thank you, all ISS readers.
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