My name is Mia and I am a Software Technology Manager for a business in the US. I have employed many Indians over the years and have always enjoyed learning from them as they learn from me. However, I never expected the experience I had with Madhu, who hailed from southern India. Because it was so lovely I want to share it with you.
I hired Madhu as my summer intern whilst he was still a university student in California. I had never met him directly, but he was trained at a university I favored, so I expected good work from him. Indeed he did a superb job that summer; hence I offered him a full-time position and visa sponsorship upon his graduation. This offer he graciously accepted and returned to my staff 6 months later, having finished his Masters degree. At age 25 he already had a few gray hairs (from school) but was no less excited about the work we had ahead of us, and was eager to get started. At times I felt almost like an older sister to him, advising him on various matters and teaching him some of the finer points of manners and social protocol in the US business world. He was curious about everything, and he responded to my every suggestion, quickly becoming my most valued employee. I knew I could trust any technical assignment to Madhu, and he wanted to work with me more hours than anyone ever had. All this made me respect him so. Indeed he was a handsome chap, and enjoyable at every turn. Though I am nearly 14 years older than him, I admit I was quite charmed.
As a manner of appreciation, I invited Madhu and the other Indians on my staff, to my home for dinner one evening. Together we prepared many traditional Indian dishes, and shared them along with interesting stories of our various travels. The night grew late and it was time for all to go home. Madhu however, insisted on staying to help me clear the dishes so I would not be left to do this alone. (In the US we do not often have full-time servants). In fact, he had no idea how to properly place fine dishes into a dishwashing machine, but he was fine enough company whilst I finished the task. By then it was 1:00 AM, and still he lingered on and chatted without pause. I thought perhaps if we retired to the formal living room he would see I was tired and politely leave. Off we went. I sat on the sofa when he suddenly insisted upon showing me a game on his laptop computer. As he sat there next to me, I unexpectedly felt myself growing flush and warm –in a sexual way. I knew it was inappropriate of me to feel this way, but the harder I tried to suppress it. the more urgent became this eager want from within. Madhu chattered on and on about his computer game and I began imagining an entirely different game:
As Madhu taps away on his keyboard, I notice him glancing toward my chest. My nipples are large and always blatantly noted by men, but never before by Madhu –until now. I surreptitiously loosen my neck scarf –nipples now covered but a deep cleavage freshly exposed for his viewing pleasure. I lean closer to him as if to better see his computer screen, -and enough to press a large, soft breast against his left arm. He becomes distracted and he pauses. So unnerved, soon his head is tilted back fully against the sofa and his eyes closed as he tries to regain his composure. Too late, my Madhu! Over stay your welcome and pay the price; Now you will be my boy-toy. Anyway, since Madhu’s parents are now frantically screening brides for my prize employee, isn’t it fitting that I teach him how to pleasure a woman? Otherwise my trainee will fail miserably as a husband and that would reflect poorly on me, his manager. I get wetter as my lesson plan emerges.
“Madhu,” I say. “I’ve been terribly remiss as your manager and mentor. The most important thing you can learn is also the very skill I have never taught you. And when you need it most you will either curse me if I have ignored your training, or you will cherish me if I have brilliantly instructed you.”
“What do you mean?” He asks hesitantly. “What lesson do I need?”
“I want you to be a wonderful husband, Madhu. –One who satisfies his wife forever so she in turn will want to please you.” He looks puzzled but he is not. His next question; “But Mia, won’t we just naturally know what to do?”
“No. I’m afraid not. You must be taught these skills just as you were taught to program a computer. Has no one ever taken the time to teach this to you?” I ask, in an indignant tone, as if I am appalled at a failed education system.
“I only know what I hear from friends. Mia, you are the only one to know this but I have never even kissed a girl.” He replies, looking down with embarrassment.
“Well, don’t worry Madhu. I will teach you everything you need to know.” I console, as I gently slip my right arm over his hard shoulders and hug him sweetly –carefully touching my now erect nipple to his muscular bicep. The bicep tenses as the nipple grazes across it.
“Madhu. The most difficult task you will face is learning to control your ejaculation. Too soon and you will frustrate her. Too late and you will hurt her.” He looks a bit panicked, but I refuse to ease my planned pursuit. I slowly close his laptop computer and place it aside –allowing him to feel just a bit childish for playing with boy’s toys when he really needed to learn how to play with tits. “Turn off the light, Madhu. We will dedicate our time to you now and you will learn the most we remove all other distractions.” He reaches for the lamp switch, and I turned fully so I can face him when he sits back again. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt I open it wide and run my fingers through the dark hairs, circling each nipple with my finger tip –and then circling again with the tip of my wet tongue. He shudders a bit, and then he moans. Now pressing his back hard into the sofa, he struggles to maintain any bit of self-control. He doesn’t need to, be he doesn’t know this. I take great care not to come near his lund –hard as it looked now beneath his blue jeans. I want my little snake charmer to beg me for that. Instead, I linger with my tongue, encircling his nipples and then running my tongue up his neck, to gently nibble at his ear lobes.
I discreetly unbutton my own shirt and slip my lacey bra straps down low, off my shoulders -enough to allow both my hard nipples to spill over the cups of my bra. Admittedly, my breasts are the wishful longing of any man, and now my lucky Madhu would get to enjoy top-shelf tits for his first experience. I wonder if he will “just know what to do” with a grown man’s toys? I rise up on my knees and lean across him so that my swollen breasts fill his view. This near to his mouth, I can feel the warm breath from his panting. Poor baby! Was he scared or simply mesmerized? I lift my left breast and guide the large nipple into his mouth. Using his own hands now, he rather harshly squeezes my tits together whilst pulling hard on them, as if he were milking me. He frantically alternates from one nipple to the other, sucking and biting me so hard, that he hurts me. I see a faint bruise forming on a lily white breast. He was desperately hungry and I am being punished for causing him to work so hard for nourishment. All at once he slaps my breasts! They bounced and stung from the pain –and indeed the pain is oh so right. Then he sucks my nipples hard, again. “Good job” I whispered. “You are doing a very good job of sucking me, Madhu.”
The inner seam of my pants felt hot and I am wet and swelling. I only just have that thought, when he somehow perceives it, immediately! Perhaps hungry boys instinctively know where the sweetest fruit hides. But how would I train him to sustain an erection when I am already so deliciously ripe for fucking? Madhu became less concerned with being trained. Emboldened, he asks; “May I remove these?” though he is already unzipping my blue jeans on his own permission. I stand before him and he studies my silhouette as the blue jeans drop to the floor. I ask the same of him. “May I remove these?” and he stands to remove his own pants –his long, hard cock now bulging and obvious. I long to take it deep into my throat but I wait, motionless and silent. I want him to take the leadership role now.
He pulls me close to himself, our naked chests warm and comfortably pressed together. He slips his fingers under the top edge of my lace panties and slides them down just beneath my ass. I follow his lead and do the same with his. His beautiful large cock springs forward. We both look down and watch as he slowly slides it between my legs to meet the moisture there.
I am now nervous myself, because I had never seen, until now, an uncircumcised penis. I begin to worry about how I would suck him without gagging at the idea of the foreskin. “Relax.” I tell myself. “Just enjoy the moment.”
His back to the sofa, he lowers himself to sitting, and presses his hands against my inner thighs, a polite order for me to spread my legs wider for him. As I stand before him he pushes his tongue deep inside my choot, finding my rich clitoris that now throbs with orgasm. I screamed to its rhythm and Madhu sucks my cunt with the fiercest intent. Holding me at my hips he begins pulling me down for his penetration pleasure. But I know I had to now face the matter of his foreskin now, and I certainly do not want to include my own juices. I pull my hips back and drop to my knees before him. Taking his lund in my hand, I tease each of his dark brown balls with my tongue. They grew harder and I draw back his foreskin, exposing the throbbing head of his shaft. Taking it deep into my mouth, I suck as he thrust himself over and over, into me. His first load of cum explodes into my mouth and washes over my breasts. Embarrassed, he apologizes profusely until I press my finger over his lips. “No.” I say. “This is beautiful.”
Still hard and erect, my young stallion needs further release. Now he leans back, taking me by the hips, along with him. I mount his tall, hard rod, and lower myself down, stuffing myself with his meat. He watches this joinery as if in awe. He thrusts his hips into me, plunging me deep to deeper. I moaned, squeezing my own breasts now whilst he bangs deep and hard against the very seat of my womb. Would my young stallion succeed in impregnating me? I feel his next load burst inside me. Then I knew; With is millions of eager sperm warmly protected and even beckoned to penetrate my own supple egg, there was little doubt the stud would complete his job. Now weak from this most strenuous round of breeding, he lay back against the sofa and closes his eyes. Tiny streams of our mixed semen and cum trickle out of me and down his hips. He smiles and I slowly collapse beside him. He lays his warm hand just beneath my navel, holding it there for hours, guarding the potential embryo. Suddenly, we both looked up and smile at the tingling, fluttering sensation that emanates from within my womb. My employee, student, boy-toy, snake charmer and stallion, has done it!
Now 3:30 AM, I put my head back and yawn. Madhu is still playing his computer game, when I finally say, “It’s been lovely having you here tonight but you really must go now so I can get some sleep.” He looks up, as if awakened from his own dream. He closes his computer and goes home. Such a good hire, he was!
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