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Hope you have liked both previous parts of this series so far. Read on to find out what adventures the office whore Pooja continues to have.
The remaining hour and a half-long drive passed by in relative silence. Uday was still stealing glances of whatever cleavage he could see of Pooja. Mr. Kumar used his phone for whatever business he needed.
Pooja enjoyed the quiet. Her pussy was feeling quite sore from the railings of both men and getting this period of relaxation was helping. They drove into Mr. Kumar’s palatial farmhouse. The helpers came out to receive them and settle them in. Inside, waiting was Mrs. Kumar.
For Pooja, she was a sight for sore eyes. Mrs. Kumar was a 48-year-old buxom beauty. She was only a few years younger than her husband, but looked like any young girl in her prime. Her figure was curved like an hourglass.
Her breasts were massive, waist bountiful and plumpy with a deep navel and hips, wide and inviting. She always wore silk sarees that added to her beauty. Pooja enjoyed looking at her and conversing with her because she was a very smart woman.
“So, how was it? Did you secure the deal?” she asked sharply and inquisitively.
Mr. Kumar glared angrily towards Pooja and, through gritted teeth, said, “No, not yet.”
“I knew you were going to be useless.” Mrs Kumar said, zinging it back to her husband. “Pooja, darling, come. You look like you have had quite a day.” She said, looking obviously at the marks of her sexual encounters through her slightly opened coat.
“Yes, Mrs. Kumar. You will want to hear it.” Pooja said, smiling slyly and looking at her older compatriot.
“I have drawn you a nice warm bath. Why don’t you go and freshen up a little, and I will join you shortly.” Said Mrs. Kumar, running her hand on Pooja’s soft skin and giving her a small but sultry kiss on her cheek.
Pooja knew her way around and found herself in the middle of exactly what she was promised, a nice warm bath. The water was the right temperature. The scents were to her exact liking. Operatic music was playing in the background, and the lighting created by candles created an environment that Pooja craved.
She let herself relax and enjoy the bath. She thought of the day she had. Arpit was a beast, she wondered. He seemed to have only been eyeing her body and then had only used her for it. But she knew that there was more than what seemed to meet the eye.
Yes, he had fucked her but he had considered much of the proposition that had been laid during the presentation. Oh, but the fucking was what her mind wandered back to. Pooja had dealt with many cocks but none as big as that. If the size of the tool was not enough, the power behind it was.
She replayed endlessly in her mind. His muscles, the strength with which his every thrust assaulted her tender pussy and spread it to its maximum limit. She wondered whether that cock would bury itself into her pussy again.
As thoughts of Arpit and his marvellous cock filled her mind, her hand unconsciously roamed to her all too sensitive pussy. It was tender to touch. The warm bath was helping, however. Her finger glazed over her tender labia, gently rubbing on the outer of her pussy lips.
“Started alone now, have we?” came the sultry voice of Mrs. Kumar. Pooja opened her eyes and looked at her older lover. Mrs. Kumar dropped the bathrobe and her naked figure exposed, lit up Pooja’s eyes. The lighting was playing magic on that hourglass figure.
She took sensual steps and joined Pooja in the bathtub. Mrs. Kumar gently kissed Pooja, tracing her skin along the way. The kiss seemed to last for eternity with the genuine want between both women. Once that initial reunion was complete, Mrs. Kumar made Pooja lean back on her.
She rested her on her massive, soft boobs. Pooja was completely relaxed now in the tender arms of Mrs. Kumar. She rested completely on the older woman, enjoying the softness of her tits and the warmth of her embrace. Mrs. Kumar knew how much Pooja enjoyed these sapphic sessions with her.
She moved her hands all over Pooja’s upper body, gently cupping her breasts. Slowly rolling her nipples between her fingers, and kissing her neck in between. Pooja was melting into Mrs. Kumar’s tender, loving care. “You look tired, baby. Was it too much today?” she cooed gently into Pooja’s ear.
“Too much in the sense of who we finally ended up meeting. The owner’s son, has a massive cock and he knows how to use it. I don’t think I was ready for it. Honestly though, a good fucking by a man after a very long time. You know how Uday enjoys, so little bit of that was added but really, it was the morning fucking that still has me tingling,” moaned Pooja.
Mrs. Kumar was now gently massaging her boobs.
“Tell me more” said Mrs. Kumar as she cupped both of Pooja’s tits and gave them a long but soft squeeze.
“Mmmm, Mrs. Kumar…. You know what it is like. A young, horny stud who understands power dynamics bends over a hot slut and fucks her hard on the office table.” Continued Pooja.
Mrs. Kumar was now enjoying the tale. Her left hand continued to squeeze Pooja’s left tit gently and play with its nipple. Her right hand had travelled down to Pooja’s tender pussy and had begun playing with it.
Spreading her pussy lips, probing with a finger, right at the entrance, gently grazing over her clit, repeatedly. Pooja spoke of the sexual conquest of the morning. Mrs. Kumar began to suck gently on Pooja’s neck.
As she recounted the session, the intensity of the sucking increased. The pace of the rubbing on her clit became faster. Mrs. Kumar was hitting all the right buttons for Pooja. The continued sucking of her neck, the frenzied pinching of her nipple and the fast, circular rubbing of her clit.
No one was talking now. Pooja’s moans were the only thing echoing inside the bathroom. She loved it when Mrs. Kumar turned her on and had her way with her. Mrs. Kumar’s dexterous fingers found their way inside of Pooja’s wet pussy and began to move in and out of them.
Mrs. Kumar loved teasing her young lover and torturing her as she continued to turn her on. The sucking of the neck had been replaced with kisses. The nipple pinching had given way to gentle squeezing of the whole boob. The fingers that had been rubbing her clit, were now just snaking their way in and out.
Mrs. Kumar slowly built up her pace again, and those kisses had devolved into bites. She made Pooja’s hormones rise and fall. Pooja was begging for Mrs. Kumar to make her cum. And make her cum she did. With her fingers inside Pooja’s pussy, she pressed upwards, right on her G-spot.
She kissed her neck on the exact spot that made her mad. With a cry of relief, Pooja exploded in her orgasm. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, and her hand involuntarily found Mrs. Kumar’s. She held it to keep it from moving and let out moans.
Pooja twitched in the skilful older woman’s arms till she passed out, her body gently coming to a rest. Pooja came to being cradled in Mrs. Kumar’s arms, resting softly on her massive tit. She kissed it and smiled. The two beautiful women slowly got out of the bathtub and kissed each other.
Pooja walked gingerly out of the bathroom, all the intensity of the day finally catching up to her. “WOW! I could only hear what you two were doing inside. I can’t wait to see and get in on the action now,” said Mr. Kumar, seeing the ladies come out of the bathroom.
“Shut up and go sit quietly in the chair. Pooja has had enough for today, and you don’t deserve much either. Do not act as if you have done something to warrant the prize of our pussy.” Scathed Mrs. Kumar to her husband.
Pooja loved being with Mrs. Kumar. She smiled as Mrs. Kumar rubbed both of them gently, drying them after their bath. Mrs. Kumar always took care of her. Even though she may have just had the reputation of being the office whore in her husband’s company.
Mrs. Kumar was the true boss. She knew Pooja was too vital and her husband was useless, and treated him as such. A small moan alerted both women to Mr. Kumar in the corner. He had gotten his phone out, recording the two women in action.
His average dick being stroked as he was getting turned by the sheer visual in front of him.
“Useless! Stop recording and control yourself. Just watch for now or I swear, I will lock that up that cock and leave the cage on forever.” Came the dominating voice of Mrs. Kumar
Mrs. Kumar was a femdom who knew how to push on all of her husband’s buttons. Pooja couldn’t believe the first time she witnessed their dynamic. The wife dominated her husband and turned him into a meek, cowering man who obeyed everything his wife said.
“Pooja, if you want to rest, baby, you can sleep on the bed here with me. This dog will find himself behaving nicely on the mattress on the floor, wont you?” said Mrs. Kumar, taking complete charge of the room.
“Yes, madamji.” Said Mr. Kumar quietly, his cock almost deflated.
“Mohiniji,” said Pooja, referring to her older lover in a way only she was allowed, “you know how much I love these.” Trying to cup those massive breasts in her hand and failing, “so I’ll pay some attention here and give my thanks to you.”
With a wink, Pooja gently pushed Mrs. Kumar onto the bed and started to suckle on this older nymph’s gigantic tits. Mrs. Kumar had been blessed with massive boobs and even more sensitive nerve endings around that area. Any attention there, and she would completely lose herself.
“Mmmmm,” moaned Mrs. Kumar, as Pooja began to suck on her tits, “see and learn something you worthless sack of garbage.” Finishing with a sharp retort to her husband.
Mr. Kumar’s dick twitched as his wife’s voice pierced his ears. His hot, office slut played with her globes of flesh. His dick only grew harder as he watched those two women go at it. Pooja after teasing, sucking, licking, and biting all over the flesh of Mrs. Kumar’s boobs had finally taken the nipple in her mouth.
She was gently biting into that inch-long aroused part of Mrs. Kumar. Deftly, Pooja had taken her hands between Mrs. Kumar’s legs and spread them. Her hairy pussy with fat, juicy lips were glistening with the shine of her fluids. Pooja continued to bite the nipple of Mrs. Kumar.
Her left hand had slowly parted the pussy lips and had easily stuffed three fingers inside of her. Pooja’s mouth let go of the nipple, but not her attention. Quickly, her other hand caught on to it and began to pinch it. Pooja moved down to flick the clit of her boss’ wife.
Pooja knew exactly how Mrs. Kumar liked to be served, and she was going to do exactly that. With one hand pinching Mrs. Kumar’s nipple and other hands three fingers inside that fat pussy. Pooja was completely focused on the nub that was Mrs. Kumar’s clit.
Small, continuous flicks followed by a small suck. Flick, flick, flick, flick, suck went Pooja, increasing the pace and the intensity of her actions. Mrs. Kumar was screaming at the top of her voice. Pooja worked on her dripping fuck hole. She flicked away with her tongue.
She sucked with her mouth at the clit as those fingers started going up and down inside the pussy rather than in and out. All that combined stimulation finally proved too much for Mrs. Kumar. With a shriek of pure pleasure, her body trembled in the wake of the orgasm.
She shuddered with the finality of her orgasm. She squirted a bit and it pulsed out of her pussy. Pooja kept her mouth at the entrance of her pussy but the twitching and violent jerking made it a bit hard. But she was determined to try to take all of it.
The fluids splashed on her chin and fell on Pooja’s mouth. Mrs. Kumar’s body slowly stopped jerking. Mrs. Kumar loved that Pooja always licked her off, post the orgasm. It was why she loved her so much. When she was done, she slowly brought up Pooja to kiss her. They shared a sloppy, wet kiss.
Pooja rolled off and lay exhausted, nestling into the elder one’s arms. Absent mindedly, rubbing Mrs. Kumar’s pussy lips and clit, still tingling after the orgasm.
“Did you enjoy what you saw, you horny little cuck?” asked Mrs. Kumar to her husband. He had been watching with his mouth agape at his wife’s body, dick completely hard, dribbling pre-cum.
“Yes, madamji. It was very nice. I only hope I can do something, anything, to please you like that.” Replied Mr. Kumar, hoping for relief from the strain of his cock.
“Chutiya hai kya? Tere se nahin hone wala hai, yeh tujhe bhi pata hai.” Mocked Mrs. Kumar cruelly. (Are you stupid? You will not be able to do it, even you know this.)
“Madamji, let me try. I will do anything you say.” Said Mr. Kumar, pleadingly.
“You talk as if you have any choice,” said Mrs. Kumar to her husband. He was obviously very turned on and dying for relief. “Pooja, darling, what do you say?”
“Mohiniji, honestly, I will not be able to do anything, but if you say, I will try to help satisfy him,” Pooja replied to the woman in charge.
“Hahahaha! Rest baby. I can understand. I will take care of him.” Said Mrs. Kumar lovingly, stroking Pooja’s face.
“Come here, you pathetic loser. Do not even attempt to touch or bother Pooja. I already have what you need,” said Mrs. Kumar to her husband, getting on all fours, “you know what you have to do.”
Indeed, Mr. Kumar knew what he had to do. He bent obediently near his wife’s bulbous ass and spread her thick cheeks and exposed her dark brown anus. Mr. Kumar brought his face closer and got whiff of that familiar scent of his wife’s ass.
The aroma of perspiration, pussy juice and the salts of the bath were intoxicating, He just stuck out his tongue and began licking the tastiest ass he ever had. He licked the entire ass crack, from her pussy, all the way to the top of her crack. He went over and over the path, leaving a trail of saliva.
On and on, he went for 15-20 minutes. Mrs. Kumar’s moans became louder and louder as he continued. She finally got caught of his head and kept it in her asshole. He licked her rim clean and darted in his tongue till she let out a contented sigh and fell to the bed.
Mrs. Kumar rolled and turned around to lie down straight, looked at her husband, and said, “You have been a good boy. Does the good boy now want his reward?”
“Yes, madamji, if you choose to give it.” Said Mr. Kumar, looking down, unable to meet the dominating woman’s eyes.
“Very good! That was the correct way to answer me. What do you want as your reward?” said Mrs. Kumar haughtily.
“If madamji will allow, I would like the honour and pleasure of putting my small when erect penis in her beautiful, lovely pussy till I cum.” Replied Mr. Kumar, his expression pained with how much his dick was hurting.
“Okay. Granted,” said Mrs. Kumar, “Pooja, please be a darling and kiss me while he attempts to fuck me so all of this will be done much faster.”
Pooja had just been silently spectating from afar, rubbing her pussy. She came willingly and kissed the soft lips of her beautiful, voluptuous lover.
Mr. Kumar who had been waiting all night for the permission, just drove his dick straight into his wife’s wet pussyHe began humping her with all the fervour he had. Tortured all evening by these two women’s raw, brazen sexuality.
The teasing from his wife, the sight of two hot women making out. Finally, pumping into his wife’s wonderful pussy. Mr. Kumar lasted all of a minute, barely. He cried as his dick finally got its relief and he climaxed. His cries continued as he experienced the relief of his orgasm.
His dick ejaculating all of its contents into his wife’s welcoming pussy. She shushed him gently, running her hand through his hair. She was whispering how much she loved and appreciated him as she and Pooja shared a smile.
That is all for this part. More to follow.