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Pooja had slipped to the lush carpeted floor of the meeting room. It was after the hard fucking from the man she and her boss had come to meet. Her boss had been sent away by that man, possibly so that he could fuck her senseless.
She gingerly got to her feet, the man had been a good fuck and she had enjoyed the sex and it seemed so had he, so she felt good about her chances. Her clothes were a mess. The blouse’s buttons had been ripped. There was no salvaging it except pulling it close.
She gently pulled down her skirt, trying to smooth it the best she could. She put on her long coat and walked out to the long hallway. She found her boss, Mr. Kumar, at the end of it. There was a certain quiet. They both took the elevator down and walked back into the car.
They both knew what had happened and why it happened. Mr. Kumar was no dumb businessman. When he saw Pooja bring in results both with her skill and sometimes with her body, she became his ultimate closer. He had taken her to this meeting because he knew she would get the job done.
As they sat in the car, Pooja sat gently, her ass still raw from the spanking it had taken. As they drove away from the bustle of the city, Mr. Kumar asked, “Did the meeting go well? Did we get it?”
Pooja shifted silently and replied, “I think so. He did end up fucking me and said that he’d be in touch with me so I think, yes.”
“What!” Mr. Kumar responded, with shock, “You are telling me that he already used you and the deal is still not complete.”
“It does happen sometimes. We will just wait and see.” She replied, looking out of the window, the city disappearing behind her. The roads led to his out-of-town farmhouse.
As the well-constructed highway gave way to more unkept and bumpier roads, Pooja’s long coat began to open, her shirt revealing more than it was covering, her tits jiggling with every bump.
Uday, the driver, looking into the rearview mirror, commented, “Pooja madam, mast lag rahe ho aaj!” (Pooja ma’am, you are looking good today.)
“Uday, stop the car,” Mr. Kumar instructed the driver as they turned into the little back alleys and barely populated parts of the town. “We have been driving for a long time. It will be a good time to rest and stretch.”
Pooja immediately understood what was about to happen. She cursed her boss under her breath and got out of the car along with the rest.
Mr. Kumar instructed, “Main aage waale dhaabe par kha raha hoon. Uday, tu Pooja ko le, aur baad mein aa.” (I’m eating at the small restaurant just up ahead. Uday, you fuck Pooja, and come after.)
With that, her boss walked away. Pooja, with a resigned sigh, looked at the driver, who was looking at her hungrily. He did not get chances to fuck Pooja very often. They did not all drive out here all that much.
Still, as any red-blooded male, he looked at her very lustily. He always wanted to get into her pants whenever the opportunity arose, and she provided it. Pooja knew why Mr. Kumar was doing this. He was a little disappointed that the deal had not gone through, and he was letting off some steam.
Uday had also proven himself to be a decent fuck when Pooja had asked for it. She walked up to the front and rested against the bonnet. Opening her coat and revealing her torn top so that he could ogle at her chest fully, she gave him the push he had been eyeing for a long time.
She spread her legs, pulled down her panties and threw them to him. He caught it and rubbed it between his fingers. He used his other hand to unbuckle his pants and stuff them down. So he could play and stroke his now growing cock.
“Geeli hai matlab aap chud ke aayi ho. Theek hai, vaise bhi mujhe toh aapko chodne se matlab hai.” Uday said, having stroked his dick to its maximum size. (“You have already had sex. Well, all I care about is fucking you.”) It was just an average dick, hairy and dark. But Uday had stamina, which Pooja liked.
She slid herself up the bonnet and spread her legs further. Uday did not take too long. One swift motion and he was in. Pooja’s pussy was already wet from the previous experience. Having been stretched out by a monster dick previously, taking Uday’s was not even a challenge.
She wrapped her legs around the driver and he responded with the enthusiasm that comes with fucking an upper-class madam, whenever the opportunity came. He started thrusting rapidly and with great vigour. He was pushing hard and fast inside his madam’s sloppy wet pussy.
Uday was continuing his thrusting away, only the sounds of nature and the setting sun in the background of this endeavour. He groped Pooja madam’s boobs and held on to them tight. He thrust a few strokes at the max speed he could.
“Madam, kya chuche hain aapke. Main toh taras raha hoon kab se choosne ke liye.” Uday said, in his lustful frenzy. (“Ma’am you have such nice tits. Have been waiting too long to suck them.”)
With that, he dove on and bit down on his Pooja madam’s left boob. Pooja let out a little scream because he always bit hard. She slapped him and said, “Behenchod, bola hai na, aaram se kar!” (Bastard, I have told you to do it with some restraint.)
“Sorry, madam, nahi hota hai control,” replied Uday. (I can’t control.) He went down and did it better this time. He had latched onto the soft flesh of her 36 B tits, nipple rolling on his tongue. Pooja let out a small moan as he started sucking on her boob.
Pooja pushed his head down to force him to continue sucking. She placed her hand on his ass so he could keep close and his thrusts rapid. This continued for a good ten minutes. Uday alternating between both tits and continuing to pump Pooja madam’s pussy.
His grunts were becoming more and more pronounced. He focused fully on fucking Pooja’s wet pussy. He was sweating profusely, beads of sweat dropping on her chest and stomach.
“Behenchod, tum log ka abhi tak nahin hua kya? Chal be, jaldi khatam kar. Mujhe ghar bhi pahunchna hai.” Came the voice of Mr. Kumar. He had reappeared to see his top executive being railed by his driver on the hood of his car. (Are you still not done? Finish fast. I must reach home also.)
“Sorry, sir! Madam ki choot itni mast hai, khatam karne ka mann hi hota,” replied Uday. (Sorry, sir. Ma’m has an amazing pussy that I want to keep fucking.)
“Chal, chal! Jaldi kar!” urged Mr. Kumar, lighting up a drag to pass the time. Uday renewed his focus and picked up the pace of his fucking. His hairy dick smashing against the wetness of Pooja’s pussy. He was continuing to piston in and out of her love hole.
Pooja was beginning to feel a bit sore. Her pussy already bruised from the previous fuck by Arpit and now the continued motion by Uday. She stopped him and got on her knees. Her face was mere inches away from his hairy, sweaty, stinky ball sack.
With one long lick along his shaft, she took him in her hands and started stroking him, “Yahi toh tereko chahiye tha na saale. Main tujhe chodne doon…” Pooja picked up her pace, giving him a nice, fast handjob, “aur tu mere muh mein sab muth de!”
(You wanted this only. For you to fuck me and then get to finish in my mouth,)
As she said this, she squeezed right at the tip of the dick and Uday lost control and groaned as he finally came. Short bursts of cum shot out of his dick and fell, some on Pooja’s hand. She let him go and rubbed the cum off on his shirt.
“Thank you, madam. Mazza aa gaya.” Uday said happily. (Thank you. I had fun.)
Pooja smiled and sat back into the car with the two men. She decided to leave her torn and tattered blouse and useless, dusty panties on the ground, for some other lucky person to find. She covered herself up with her coat and set off where the road led.
Hope you liked this part. New one coming soon.