It was a lovely evening. The moonlit night sky, the twinkling stars, the cold breeze, and the lovely ambiance at the lawn of the NV Resort provided the best setting for an official get-together.
Mr. Ashok Bhardawaj was sitting in the bar, holding a glass of whiskey. He looked at the staff members enjoying the party and the luxuries which were on offer. He saw Angad walking towards him.
Mr. Bhardawaj was on an official visit. He was very much impressed by Angad and his staff. They had done a brilliant job to realize the company’s targets and deserved commendation.
However, Angad had planned something more for Mr. Bhardawaj that night. Mr. Bhardawaj was not only surprised but also unsure about Angad’s plans. But Angad was very adamant, and Mr. Bhardawaj was finding it hard to say no to him.
“I hope you’re having a great time, sir. Did you try the dessert?” said Angad as he pulled a chair and sat beside Mr. Bhardawaj.
Mr. Bhardawaj: Courtesy of you, Angad, I’m enjoying the evening. I’ve had my dinner and the dessert as well. Thank you.
Angad: Good to know, sir. I wanted to ask if you thought about what we discussed in the morning.
Mr. Bhardawaj: All day, I’ve been thinking about it, Angad. I don’t think so I should be doing it.
Angad: it’s fine sir, back in Delhi, you work for 16-18 hours a day. No harm in relaxing a bit while you’re here!
Mr. Bhardawaj: No, you guys don’t have to put this much effort for me, Angad. I’m okay.
Angad: It’s okay, sir. I already told you she’d be doing it willingly. You’ll know it for yourself when you’re with her.
Mr. Bhardawaj: But where is she? I haven’t seen this talented secretary of yours the entire day.
Angad: She was managing everything at the back end. I deliberately told her not to come in front of you. Let it be a surprise.
Mr. Bhardawaj: But is she here? I haven’t even seen her yet.
Angad: She’s here, sir. Check six.
Mr. Bhardawaj immediately turned around. He was saying something, but as soon as he turned, his voice cracked, his jaw dropped, and his breath stopped. He came back to his senses and tightened his grip on his glass. He took a deep breath and again looked in the direction Angad asked him to look at.
A young lady was standing near the buffet along with some other employees. She had a slim and petite physique. Her long silky hairs reached her breasts. Her innocent and cute face was tempting. She looked so young and yet so charming and desirable.
Her white backless sleeveless blouse spiced the things even more. Her thin and smooth back was covered just by two strings of her blouse. Over her sexy blouse, she draped a light green transparent saree.
The saree was anyway transparent, and this lady didn’t make any efforts to cover any of her assets with it. Her shoulders, neck, cleavage, and entire midriff were naked for the entire world to see.
Mr. Bhardawaj could already feel his dick getting hard inside his formal trousers. It’s been years since he last shared his bed with a woman. The idea of doing it today with this girl made him hornier than ever.
“So shall we proceed with it, sir?” Angad’s sudden disruption shook Mr. Bhardawaj. He turned around to looked at Angad, who smiled at him. Mr. Bhardawaj knew he was caught.
Mr. Bhardawaj: Damn. How come I didn’t see such beauty all this while.
Angad: She has come just now, sir. She was doing preparations for tonight.
Mr. Bhardawaj: Ah, I see. But why did you do all this?
Angad: Not any specific reason sir, Just wanted you to have a nice time and…
Mr. Bhardawaj: Perhaps London is still on your mind.
Angad: Shall we discuss that later, sir, now? Let’s concentrate on the party.
Mr. Bhardawaj: As you say, young man, let’s go.
Swati saw both Mr. Bhardawaj and Angad getting up. The employees had slowly started to leave the place. It was time to make her move now, thought Swati as she saw Angad and Mr. Bhardawaj approaching her.
She excused herself and started walking towards her two bosses. One of them had been devouring on her womanhood for quite some time now. The other one seemed ready to do it tonight.
Angad: Sir, please meet Miss Swati, she has been working with us for almost a year now. And Swati he’s our regional head, Mr. Ashok Bhardawaj.
Swati: Good evening, sir. I hope you had a great evening.
Mr. Bhardawaj: Good evening Swati, Thank you. I’m doing just fine.
Swati looked at Mr. Bhardawaj for the first time. He appeared to be a rich, successful but humble and shy man. He seemed a bit uneasy while speaking to Swati.
Mr. Bhardawaj’s interaction with women was quite limited. His wife for 4 years had divorced him 22 years ago. Since then, he had never been with anyone else and focussed only on his work.
But it widely gossiped that he had a thing for women. He was a thorough gentleman. But certain women employees in his office often spoke about how he would secretly eye them and their assets.
According to a rumor, he was caught with a girl many years ago in a police raid on an illegal prostitution racket in Delhi. However, his influence and money saved him.
Perhaps Angad too must have sensed his weakness for women, and that’s why he sacrificed his beautiful secretary for his London posting. All those rumors must have some truth in them, after all.
It didn’t take much effort to convince Mr. Bhardawaj, thought Angad. Swati, too felt the same. Though Mr. Bhardawaj was uneasy and shy, his eyes were filled with lust. Swati could sense it.
Angad: Alright, sir, I’ll take your leave. Swati will take care of your needs from now on.
Mr. Bhardawaj: Good night, Angad. Thanks for everything.
Angad: Good night, sir. Take care.
Saying this, Angad too left the party. With Angad gone, Mr. Bhardawaj got even more awkward in front of Swati. Swati observed him closely. Swati knew that she would have to take the lead.
Swati: You must be very tired sir, would you like to rest?
Mr. Bhardawaj: I would love to Swati.
Swati: Sure, sir, your suite is this way. Please come.
Mr. Bhardawaj: Okay, Swati, after you.
Swati walked gracefully across the lawn to enter the lavish resort. Mr. Bhardawaj anxiously followed her. Once they reached the corridor, Swati deliberately removed her hairs from her back, putting them on her breasts over her shoulder.
Her backless blouse and her semi-naked back were in front of Mr. Bhardawaj’s eyes. Mr. Bhardawaj knew this naughty little girl was teasing him. It was getting hard for him to control his urge now.
The fragrance of her perfume, her sexy physique, and her revealing saree made her look like an angel. Mr. Bharadawaj thanked his fortune. After a long walk, they were finally in their suite.
It was a small but luxurious and lavishly furnished suite. Along with the huge bedroom, there was a sitting room with a dining table. A small in-house bar was like icing on the cake.
Mr. Bhardawaj sat on a couch in the sitting room and looked at his courtesan for the night. Swati went to the bar, poured some wine in a glass, and then walked slowly towards Mr. Bhardawaj.
Mr. Bhardawaj saw Swati’s curvy ass swinging as she came near him. He took the glass from Swati and asked her to sit beside him on the couch. Swati nodded politely and gracefully sat near her boss.
“I must say that you’re amongst the most beautiful girls I’ve come across in my life!” Mr. Bhardawaj said, sipping his wine. Swati smiled. She liked how Mr. Bhardawaj was getting bolder inside the closed walls of the suite.
Swati: And that, sir, is one of the most precious compliments I’ve ever received in my life. Thank you so much!
Mr. Bhardawaj: Come on, don’t tell me that you haven’t been complimented like that before. You’re so pretty.
Swati: Yes, but coming from you makes it more special.
Mr. Bhardawaj: Really, then return the favor by making me feel special!
Swati was stunned and looked surprisingly at Mr. Bhardawaj. Mr. Bhardawaj got a bit awkward but managed to smile naughtily at her. Swati was amazed. Just five minutes ago, this old man was feeling shy to look into her eyes.
And now that he’s all alone with her, he’s not only staring at her but also flirting with her. Swati felt naughty. She wanted to test how bold can this man be. It was time for the next level.
She smiled back at Mr. Bhardawaj and got up from the couch. Her hands went on her shoulders and carefully removed a safety pin from underneath her saree. The next second, she pulled down her saree.
“Can you hold that for me, please?” Swati requested in a sweet and polite tone as she put one end of her saree in front of Mr. Bhardawaj. All this while, Mr. Bhardawaj had a blank look on his face. With Swati’s saree now out of the picture, her assets were much more visible.
Mr. Bhardawaj couldn’t decide what he should do. He impulsively raised his hand, and Swati handed him one end of her green saree. She asked Mr. Bhardawaj to hold it tight in the same soft voice and then started twirling.
Swati twirled and gave her boss a good view of her cleavage, midriff, and back and started going away from him. In the process, she untied her saree completely, which now fell on the floor.
A white sleeveless backless undersized blouse appeared nothing more than a bra, and a light green petticoat protected Swati’s modesty. Her smooth wheatish skin was enchanting. Mr. Bhardawaj let the saree fall as he admired the beauty in front of him.
Swati walked seductively towards him. Instead of sitting beside him, she decided to sit on his lap. Mr. Bhardawaj awkwardly put his thighs together to help Swati sit on his lap. Swati turned a bit to give a view of her cleavage along with her back to Mr. Bhardawaj.
Mr. Bhardawaj was confused. He couldn’t decide where he should look, what should he ogle at! It’s been ages since he had come this close to a woman. He looked at Swati, who was looking back at him.
“I can do anything to make you feel special, sir! But I guess all this is too much for you.” This subtle dig did trouble the male ego inside Mr. Bhardawaj, and he all of a sudden started acting boldly.
“No darling, I’m fine. I’ll make sure I won’t disappoint you.” Mr. Bhardawaj said se he kept his hand on her back. Swati moaned slightly, and Mr. Bhardawaj slowly rubbed his palm on her naked flesh.
Swati snatched the glass of wine from him and drank a sip from it. She deliberately drank wine in such a way that her lipstick leaves a mark on the glass.
Swati: Then what are you waiting for, sir? Feel free to feast on me. I’m all yours!
Swati came close and whispered Mr. Bhardawaj’s ears. Mr. Bhardawaj took his glass back, licked the lipstick on the glass, and drank the last sip of the wine. He was ready for the action.
Mr. Bhardawaj: Yes, darling, I can’t wait anymore. Let’s get started.
Swati kept her arms over his shoulder. Mr. Bhardawaj pulled the tiny little girl with great force, and their lips met. Mr. Bhardawaj was delighted to taste such sweet and juicy lips.
Never had he felt the same before with any woman he had been. Swati was different. She was precious. Mr. Bhardawaj knew he didn’t want to lose her. He started caressing her soft skin with his hands.
Swati gave a soft moan inside Mr. Bhardawaj’s mouth as she felt his warm hands on her cold skin. The AC in the room was quite cold, and her tiny blouse didn’t help much.
So Mr. Bhardawaj came to rescue as he embraced the little Swati in his long arms. Swati cuddled on his chest and hugged him back. Mr. Bhardawaj raised her chin and looked at her cute face.
Swati blushed and closed her eyes. It was too much for Mr. Bhardawaj. How could someone be so beautiful? He thought as he kissed her soft lips and cheeks and then went down to kiss her neck.
Swati was slowly getting aroused. Her body started shivering as Mr. Bhardawaj explored more of it with his mouth. Angad was right, thought Mr. Bhardawaj. She is doing it willingly, after all!
Swati was indeed very horny. She felt a hot sensation between her legs. She needed a good fuck. So she slowly got away from Mr. Bhardawaj’s embrace and then got up from his lap. She took her hand in his hands and pulled him slightly to make him stand.
Mr. Bhardawaj agreed and stood up. She then took him inside the bedroom and closed the door. Swati removed Mr. Bhardawaj’s blazer and then his tie. Mr. Bhardawaj let the blazer and tie fall down and then helped Swati unbutton his shirt. Once it was done, Swati rubbed his chest hairs with her hands.
She rubbed Mr. Bhardawaj’s chest, and his belly over his vest gave a peck on his cheek. Then whispered in his ears, “Waiting to be eaten by you!” Saying this, she walked towards the huge bed and climbed over it. She lay on her stomach and breasts, exposing her bareback and ass to Mr. Bhardawaj.
She looked even more charming in the dim lights of the room. Mr. Bhardwaj had no patience left. He took his shirt off, along with his vest, and marched towards the bed. Swati looked at her boss from the corner of her eyes while lying on her stomach.
Mr. Bhardawaj’s chest was hairy, and he had a potbelly. Nevertheless, she was curious about how this old man would go about fucking her. She was eagerly waiting for him.
Mr. Bhardawaj, too marched swiftly towards the bed and then climbed on it. He kept his hairy chest and belly on Swati’s naked back and started smelling her hair.
Swati was all but 5’2. She was skinny and boosted by a hot petite physique. On the other hand, Mr. Bhardawaj stood tall at 6’1 and was quite fat for his age. His shoulders were broad and strong.
Swati gasped for air as she felt his weight on her. It was as if a huge monster crushed her tender body. There was a lot more in store for her. Mr. Bhardawaj gave a peck on her soft cheeks and then went down to the back of her neck.
Her smooth skin was magical. Mr. Bhardawaj spent some time feeling her neck on his lips as he kept kissing it. Swati, too enjoyed and moaned. She felt Mr. Bhardwaj’s lips going down on her back. Mr. Bhardawaj wasted no time and untied her two blouse strings and kissed every inch of her back.
Swati moaned and gasped all the time. His lips stopped when they reached the back of her belly. Mr. Bhardawaj held her with both hands and kept kissing her as he turned her around. Now Swati’s navel was right in front of Mr. Bhardawaj.
He gave a nice long kiss on her cute belly button, leaving Swati in great pleasure. Her slutty moans were tempting him to fuck her harder. He gave few more kisses on her soft and cushion-like belly before going upwards to her breasts.
Mr. Bhardawaj caressed her exposed cleavage with his fingers for a while.
Swati kept moaning in pleasure. She wanted her boss to rip that blouse apart and feed on her erect nipples. Mr. Bhardawaj, too was very excited to witness the soft breasts of Swati.
So he raised her a bit and pulled her blouse straps down. The blouse was now off Swati’s breasts. She wasn’t wearing any bra, which meant her modesty was right in front of Mr. Bhardawaj’s eyes. Mr. Bhardawaj was in awe. He saw a female’s private parts after many years.
Without wasting a second, he attacked Swati’s firm boobs like a lion. His teeth landed on her soft breasts, and he started biting her. Swati screamed and moaned. Mr. Bhardawaj’s shyness was gone. He was behaving like a maniac now. Swati loved it and looked forward to the night.
Mr. Bhardawaj kissed, licked, and bit her boobs and her nipples all over. He sucked her nipples one by one like a baby. He caressed and pressed her boobs hard with his huge hands.
At the end of it, Swati’s boobs had gotten red. Mr. Bhardawaj’s saliva glittered over them under the lights. There were love bites all over, and Swati couldn’t help but moan in pain and pleasure. Though Mr. Bhardawaj was not yet done, his glance went down to her groin and her legs.
Swati’s green petticoat was still hiding her modesty from Mr. Bhardawaj, and he had to do something about it. So Mr. Bhardawaj picked up Swati in his arms and made her stand on the bed. Swati was amazed by his strength. He was 50, yet he picked her up so easily like he was picking up a small puppy!
Once she was standing on her feet, Mr. Bhardawaj again started kissing her belly and sucked her navel. Meanwhile, his hands untied her petticoat’s strings. Once he untied it, the petticoat fell and left Swati in a pink g-string. Mr. Bhardawaj sat on the bed and pulled Swati towards him.
Swati went down and sat on his laps, facing him. Their lips met again. They smooched with more vigor this time. Mr. Bhardawaj kept kissing her lips as his hands fondled her boobs. With every passing second, his dick was getting harder. It was getting hard for Mr. Bhardawaj to keep it inside his trousers.
So he once again made Swati lie on the bed. He unhooked his trousers and slid them down. Swati naughtily saw the huge bulge inside his underwear and smiled. It was bigger than she had expected!
Though Mr. Bhardawaj was more interested in her vagina. Her pink g-string barely covered her pussy, and her lips were visible. Mr. Bhardawaj could see how wet her little slut was! He pulled her g-string down, and Swati too lifted her ass to help him. Finally, she was fully naked in front of her master.
Mr. Bhardawaj’s horniness knew no bounds as he finally saw his dinner. Swati’s clean, shaved vagina was wet. Her pink vulva was enticing. Mr. Bhardawaj stretched her vagina with his fingers, and Swati groaned. She was tighter than he had imagined.
He smiled and went down to kiss her pussy. Swati jerked and tightened her legs around Mr. Bhardawaj’s head. She let out the loudest moan when she felt his fingers and his tongue entering her. Mr. Bhardawaj liked it. He fingered, and tongue fucked her for some more time.
Swati couldn’t bear it anymore. She wanted a dick inside her. So she spread her legs apart and signaled Mr. Bhardawaj with her fingers. Mr. Bhardawaj knew what his slut needed. He pulled his underwear down. His 7 inch long rod came out. It wasn’t as thick as Angad. Still, it was good enough to please Swati.
Mr. Bhardawaj didn’t have any condoms, so he asked her if he can fuck her without them. Swati had some contraceptive pills with her. She ensured him that it’s completely fine. Mr. Bhardawaj got what he wanted. He positioned the tip of his dick near Swati’s dripping pussy.
He took a deep breath and then gave the strongest thrust he could have given. The entire 7 inches went straight inside Swati in just one thrust. She rolled her eyes before closing them. It was too much for her. Mr. Bhardawaj happily started pounding her.
Swati couldn’t believe how good this old man was. She felt as if she was in heaven. The pain caused by his 7 inch monster was nothing compared to the pleasure she experienced. However, Mr. Bhardawaj was slowly getting near the edge.
It was too hard to control for him, as he hadn’t had sex for so long, and on top of that, he was so horny, courtesy Swati. Within few minutes, Mr. Bhardawaj increased his pace and force. Swati knew he was about to cum. And with one final thrust, his strong dick spitted out huge loads of cum inside Swati’s vagina.
Swati felt Mr. Bhardawaj’s hot sperms swimming deep inside her. She, too, couldn’t control herself and squirted out a huge load. It was one of the best sex she had ever had. Mr. Bhardawaj gasped for air. He was too tired to say or do anything more.
He collapsed beside Swati on the soft bed and looked at her. She was looking back at him. Mr. Bhardawaj couldn’t remember when was the last time he was so relieved. Truly there was something different about Swati. He knew he wanted more from her than a one-night fuck.
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