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"I have to." His hips pressed her upward, and she delighted in his strength, how in-check it was in the moment, its potential for unleashing. "Oh please, I want you, I want to fuck you, take you..." He let out a low growl when she wrapped her hand completely around his cock. "I could devour you."

"Yes!" She squeezed, released. Again. Again. "Tell me. Tell me, Jai."

"Ahhhhh god I want to crawl inside you!" His hands went to her hips and she didn't stop him, rocking back against his cock, still tight in her fist, her pussy spreading wetness over his lower belly. "I could tear you apart just to get inside you, ahhh god, I want you, every fucking inch of you."

"Look at me—into my eyes." Her word were breathless—it excited her to see him, to hear him, like this. His eyes were open, barely, but he focused on her face. "Do you feel it between us?"

He nodded, gulped.

"This is everything, right here, you and me." She knelt above him, now, still straddling, one hand pressed against his chest, the other encircling his cock. "This is what moves the world. This is life. This is love."

His eyes were wide now. She saw surprise, a glimpse of fear, realization. That last thrilled her as she positioned herself over him, guided him.

"Do you really feel it?" she whispered, his cock poised, ready.

His hands moved over her belly—soft, flat, quivering—cradling her hips in wonder, as if he held all of creation between his hands. And he did.

"Do you feel it here?" Dimple squeezed his cock, eliciting a low moan.

"Yes."

"Do you feel it here?" She rubbed her hand over his chest, his heart, looking deep into his eyes.

He swallowed, nodded. "Yes. Yes."

"Remember," she whispered, shifting her hips and letting him inside of her.

He was young, inexperienced, and had never felt the first blissful moment of entry. She didn't expect him to last past that moment, and was surprised when his eyes stayed focused on hers instead of closing in climax, his hands steady on her hips.

"You're so beautiful." His words were so genuine they made her flush with pleasure, and she showed him her gratitude, moving her hips in slow, easy circles.

His eyes did flutter closed then, but she pressed him, "look at me," and he did. "Don't try to escape from the feeling. Come into it. With me." She leaned in to capture his mouth, their kiss soft but full of feeling. "With me."

He moved naturally, his hips rocking. "Oh my god."

"Yes, exactly." She smiled against his cheek, pressing her breasts to his chest. "This is how we make love, our flesh, in and out..." The sound of their wet coupling filled the room. "But we're all making love, all of us, all the time."

She felt him listening—his whole body was listening—and she took advantage of the teaching moment. "My breath. Your breath. In and out. That's how we make love to the divine. It's no different."

Her lips trailed across his jaw, leaving soft, warm kisses toward his ear. "Spirit is everywhere. It isn't up there or out there. It's in here. In me. In you. Our flesh, joined. One."

His hands tightened on her behind, pressing in deep, making her gasp and moan. At the sound of her pleasure, his cock swelled inside of her.

Dimple hid her smile against his neck. "But we don't have to talk about it. We can just feel it." She used the tight, velvet muscles of her pussy to squeeze him, making his head rock, side to side, his eyes closing in blissful agony.

"And it doesn't always look like this," she murmured, urging him over with her, pulling him on top of her. He looked surprised but pleased by the change, propping himself above her. "Sometimes it's raw. Animals. You know that feeling? That wild man feeling you told me about?"

 

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He nodded, his eyes so hungry they filled her with heat. "I feel that, too. And I want to feel that from you."

"You do?" he asked, cautious.

She arched, bit her lip, grabbed his upper arms and squeezed. "God, yes!"

"Oh Dimple," he groaned, his cock throbbing, literally throbbing, between her legs. She rarely felt such urgency anymore, and it made her melt.

"Show me!" she urged, pulling him closer, her teeth lightly raking his shoulder. "Don't tell me this time—show me how you feel, how much you want—"

He growled and bucked on top of her, the force of his hips driving her into the bed, and she gasped at his need, taking everything he gave her and begging for more.

"Yes, Jai, yes yes!" she moaned, wrapping her long legs around his hips, using her heels to press him deeper. "Fuck me, baby! Harder!"

Her words spurred him on, and she knew he had to be close—that constantly observant part of her marveled that he'd made it this far already—but he was holding back, and she understood when his eyes met hers in the dimness.

"Do you want to make me come?"

He nodded, biting his lip.

"Then fuck me here, too." She pressed a hand between her breasts, and he groaned, pressing his face against her neck, hiding from everything that had been and was being revealed, moment by moment. She thought it was over, that he would give up, but he surprised her.

"Dimple, Dimple," he whispered into her hair, his thighs forcing hers wider, hips grinding. "Beautiful, amazing, wonderful, glorious woman..."

She flushed—her whole body flushed—as she met his thrusts.

"Goddess," he murmured, biting at her nipple, making her pussy spasm in response. "Fucking goddess...witch...siren...whore..."

"Oh god," she whispered when he found the perfect rhythm, his tongue bathing her nipple, sending electric sparks to her groin. "Don't stop. Please don't."

He groaned, moving faster, hips pumping deep, deeper still, and Dimple writhed beneath him, letting him take her there. She'd never faked an orgasm—and never would. What Dimple gave, she gave completely, and she gave it to him now, a shuddering, gasping release, the pleasure rolling through her body again and again.

"Ahhhhh fuck!" He cried, his mouth crushing hers as he came, as if he could pour it all out, empty himself completely into her, body, breath, everything. She welcomed him with long limbs, whispered, heated words, coaxing every last drop out in long, quivering waves until he collapsed against her, breathless.

"Stay with me," she whispered, touching his cheek, his jaw, until his dark eyes lifted to meet hers.

"I'm here."

"With me," she said, the emphasis clear, feeling her heart beating hard in her chest, how it expanded to include this boy/man, every man, everything, from the inside out. "This, Jai... this is what we're alive for."

"You were right." He lifted his head, his eyes no longer searching. "I'll never be the same."

She pulled him close and held on. "I know."

THE-END

 

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#Kreethi Suresh

 

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I first saw Keerthi in the foyer of the Casino, Costa del Sol, as she walked elegantly down the staircase. She was about average height with long hair, expertly cut. She wore a low cut dark green dress with a cleavage showing her ample breasts and a hem line cut three or four inches above her knee. It was enough to suggest that she had a long and shapely pair of legs. In fact, she was altogether an attractive young woman, probably in her late-twenties. And, even though she was beautifully suntanned, I sensed that she was Indian.

She walked past me to the gaming tables and I saw brown eyes and a pretty face, before a whiff of her expensive perfume assailed my nostrils. I turned, just in time, to see her hips sway back and forth inside her tight fitting dress. It mesmerized me, until she disappeared around a corner.

I was on my way to the bar, so I carried on and had a whisky and soda, while I read a bit of the newspaper. Then, I couldn't help thinking about the lovely young woman I had just seen and wondered where she was.

I wandered into the gaming room and saw her standing at the roulette wheel. Her modest pile of chips seemed to be dwindling fast. I stood and watched her, until her last chip was gone. Every time she lost, she seemed to go a shade whiter in the face. I had seen that same look of desolation and loss in every Casino I had ever been to.

I followed her, as she walked, defeated, out of the room. She sat down heavily in the nearest chair and started to search frantically through the contents of her cocktail bag. I knew what she was looking for, a chip, or money, or any damn thing that would get her back to the table. I knew then that she was well and truly hooked on gambling.

She hung her head in defeat and closed her bag. The answer to her problems wasn't in there. It was a good moment to approach her.

"May I buy you a drink, love?" I asked. "You sure look as though you could use one."

She looked up at me and, for a second, I saw a flash of anger in her eyes. Then, she was about to politely give me the brush off, when she saw me toying with a few high value chips and changed her mind.

"Sure, why not," she sighed and accompanied me into the bar. I sat her in a corner booth and got the drinks. Then, I introduced myself and she told me her name was Keerthi.

"Gambling sucks," she said, bitterly, as she took a heavy swig of her gin and tonic.

"You've had a bad night, then," I probed gently, to see if she would open up.

She said nothing at first, but, after a second drink, it all came out. She had been gambling for weeks, and, after a few wins, was now into some heavy losses. Then, she had borrowed some cash and had tried to win it back, without success.

"How heavy is heavy?" I enquired.

"About £5,000" she sighed. Then, she told me a sad story, of how a sensible young married couple had sold their house and given up their jobs to buy a restaurant out here on the Costa del Sol. Despite an expensive refurbishment and a re-launch, it had not gone well. They just never seemed to make enough to cover overheads, the interest on the bank loan and make anything of a profit.

She had started to gamble when a female friend had taken her to the Casino for a night out. Then it had become something of an obsession and a way to solve their financial problems.

She told me she lived in a small seaside resort, a few miles up the coast. I knew then that she couldn't live too far away from the exclusive residential complex where I lived. But, although I rarely forget a pretty face, I didn't think I had seen her before.

Apparently, none of her friends or relations knew of their financial plight, except for me, of course. It was amazing what a few gin and tonics would do to loosen the tongue. And, to be fair, she'd had such a poor night's gambling, that she just had to unload onto somebody. I had seen it all before.

"I don't suppose you could help me," she implored, thinking of the chips she knew I had in my pocket. "I'm rather desperate, I'm afraid."

Her dress had ridden up her thighs and her ample bosom was heaving with her anxiety. I could see she had assets in abundance. "Well, there is a way I could help you," I said hoarsely after taking a sneaky look at the lovely legs which were now being generously displayed for my benefit. I had remembered about the bedrooms upstairs in the Casino. They were reasonably priced for regular customers, such as me, to encourage them to stay and spend more time gambling.

I carefully weighed up an offer and said. "I'll give you six hundred euros (about £500) if you'll spend the night with me, upstairs."

I saw the anger flare up in her eyes and felt a painful slap on my face. "How dare you," she fumed and stomped off in anger. Luckily, there was no one around to witness the scene, so I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. It was a take it or leave it offer and it was up to her. Let's see how desperate she is, I thought. I had no intention of chasing after her. She was old enough to know what she was or wasn't prepared to do. So, I got myself another drink and started to read the newspaper again.

It was half an hour later, when I became aware of her presence. I looked up and there she was. She looked more composed and had obviously re-done her make-up. She looked positively stunning.

 

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"I'm sorry I slapped your face," she said.

I nodded, accepting her apology and waited for her to go on.

"I've been thinking about your offer. I wondered whether you would give me half, in advance. To see if my luck has changed."

I thought about it, before shaking my head. It wasn't in my interests to do that. I liked her better this way, broke and vulnerable. I started to read my paper again and didn't give an inch.

She slid into the seat opposite me. "O.K." she sighed heavily, I'll do it."

I coolly finished my drink, then got up and guided her through to the reception area. She went to the ladies, while I topped up my money, booked a room and got the key. Then, we were riding up in the lift in silence and looking for the room. It was 212.

Now that it was going to happen, I could hardly believe I was going to get my hands on her. She was blessed with looks and a figure so delectable, that an ordinary looking guy like me would, normally, never get a look in. I had just been in the right place at the right time.

She walked ahead of me into the room and I could see she was really impressed with its high standard of décor. I had got the best room they had available.

After that, she was quiet and subdued and I could tell that it had been a desperate decision for her. "I've never cheated on my husband before," she confessed.

But, if she wanted me to give her the money out of pity or something, she had picked the wrong guy. I was determined to get my money's worth out of her, every last penny.

"Well, it's not cheating really." I said, "it's more like a business arrangement. You're using your female assets to service a debt."

I let her consider this, while I unzipped her dress all the way down. As she stepped out of it and hung it over the chair, I could see what a superb body she had. And it's all mine, I thought as I unhooked her bra and threw it on top of her dress. Then, I quickly knelt behind her and tugged down her flimsy green panties. "You like green, don't you?" I said, holding the material up to my nostrils and inhaling her musky smell as she answered me.

"It's my favourite colour," she admitted.

I made her stand with her legs apart and facing me, as I inspected what I had purchased for the evening. She had gorgeous long legs and I concentrated on these, at first, as I stroked, kissed and fondled her thighs. Then I stood up and started on her breasts; holding them, squeezing and kissing them and toying with her nipples.

When I had slaked my initial feelings of lust sufficiently, I laid her on the bed and went back to kissing and stroking the inside of her thighs. Then, I spread her knees further apart and leaned in between to lick her pussy.

"My husband should take lessons from you," she whispered lazily.

"Just come to me baby," I told her as my eager tongue sought out her clitoris.

I carried on with my love for some time, before my fingers started to push inside her vagina. She got a real good fingering, until I felt her juices start to squelch around my fingers. Then I mounted her and heard her gasp as a solid cock, that didn't belong to her husband, slid into her love channel. She turned her head away in defeat, as I began my triumphant thrusts.

And as I rammed into her, I felt her body respond to its invader. Slowly, she began to push back and in the last wondrous minutes we were fucking frantically. She had lost all her inhibitions. It was just male and female locked in a liaison of lust.

Then, against all the odds, she bucked and writhed and reached her orgasm. Her shrieks echoed around the large room. A bonus for her, I thought, as my hard cock continued its plunder of her feminine charms. I felt her shudders beneath me, as I copulated deep inside her. Luckily, I always carry condoms, just in case.

We lay exhausted and she got up to refresh herself in the bathroom. Later, I followed and talked to her, as she had her shower. We got onto her favorite subject, gambling. She loved talking about it, forgetting for a while, all the heavy losses she had taken over the past few weeks.

"Does your husband know?" I asked.

"No," she said quickly "and I don't want him to."

 

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"He won't hear it from me," I said. "Besides, I don't know who he is."

"So you intend to make good your losses, somehow, before he finds out?"

"Yes," she sighed, "if possible. Fortunately, he's not interested in the money side. He leaves it all to me."

She dried herself and came out of the bathroom, still naked. It was just the way I wanted her, as I feasted my eyes on her lovely figure. It was time for more sex.

I guided her to the end of the bed and made her stand on tiptoe, with her hands grasping the low bar at the base of the bed.

Her long legs straightened and pushed her arse up, invitingly. One day, if I got the chance, I would love to smack that pert backside. But not tonight, I decided, because now, I intended to shag her from behind.

So, moving her feet further apart to expose her pussy lips, I took time to feel her up again, reluctant to take my hands off her exquisitely shaped ass. Then, I fingered her good, until she was wet and ready. And, I had to give her credit. She kept still and obeyed me at every step of the way, as she had done all night, just like a good girl should.

My cock had regained its iron hardness, and was put to good use, as I eased it into her slithery slit. Then, I thrust it in all the way, as I grabbed her hips and pulled her onto me. And there was that delightful little shriek again, as I impaled her with its entire length. Then, I started to fuck her in earnest, with all the lust that had been building up inside me, since I had first encountered her predicament. There was nothing quite like a damsel in distress to bring out the beast in me. And, I kept it going for a long time, as she struggled to cope with her conflicting emotions.

Then, as before, I felt her starting to thrust back at me in encouragement. This was a lady who liked fucking and her body wanted it desperately, I could tell. So, I held nothing back and shagged her remorselessly. As I did so, I reached forward and cupped her dangling breasts. They were more than a handful for me as I squeezed and enjoyed them.

I felt myself going over the edge. I gave her another couple of hard thrusts and my seed spurted inside her, in never ending bursts. She shuddered and cried out in a long moan. My hand covered her mouth to keep the noise down. It was late and I didn't want anyone knocking on the door. Not while I was knocking her off.

She collapsed onto the bed, moaning softly, while I helped myself to a drink of water. Then later, she trudged, zombie like, into the shower. I got in with her. If I could have mustered up an erection, I would have had her again.

We were so tired and dropped off to sleep alongside each other on the bed. We must have slept deeply, because, the next thing, her phone alarm woke us up at 6.30 a.m. We had managed about 4 hours of sleep at most.

I started to play around with her for a while, until she mumbled something about an early start at her restaurant.

So, she wriggled free and got up for another shower. This time, however, I managed to nail her with my early morning erection.

"I've never had sex like this before," she informed me weakly, as I pinned her up against the shower wall with my cock buried deep inside her. The water had plastered her hair to her head and face as it washed over us. I grinned, as I saw the condensation on the door as the heat built up. Then, I grunted in satisfaction, as I took her for the 3rd and last time.

As she dressed, I slipped her the money, together with my mobile phone number. If she needed some more cash she knew where and how to get it. Then, as she did her make-up, I could see her self assurance had returned.

Keerthi walked ahead of me down the corridor and that wonderful sexy walk had re-appeared. I watched her disappear out of the front door, heading for her car. She treated me to another leg show as she maneuvered herself into the driving seat. I also noted her car number as I waved her goodbye.

Somehow, I knew I hadn't seen the last of her. She would be back, begging for money and offering her lovely body in exchange. She was hooked on the gambling habit and just made for a rich, dirty bastard like me. But next time, I would get her for less, a lot less. It was a buyer's market.

THE END

 

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#Kriti Sanon

 

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Kriti received the text at the worst possible moment.She was standing in front of the bedroom mirror, jostling her boobs into prime position within the confines of her mini-dress, when the phone blipped from its resting-place on her bed. Her heart lurched at the sound. God, please no. It could have come any time that week, surely not tonight ... Not when Mani was treating her for her birthday, for God's sake. Taking her to The Biarritz―so she had wheedled out of him―a restaurant so exclusive he had booked a month in advance.

The hour since arrival home from work had been spent in a flurry of preparation. Stripped of her office clothes she showered thoroughly, using probing, soapy fingers to wash out her pussy and the tight knot of her anus in preparation for her boyfriend's attention later on. She talced and perfumed the robust curves of her body, before squeezing her ass into a tiny pair of lace panties and suspending her imposingly orbed tits in the matching brassiere. An exotic wriggling maneuver got her into the patterned yellow dress―the one that held so tightly to the slalom course of her body―and the effect was enhanced with application of mascara and a whorish red lipstick that promised serious cock-sucking before the evening was out.

The necklace, her present from Mani, was hooked in place so that its silver heart nestled attractively in her cleavage. She brushed back the ringlets of her auburn hair and was joggling her breasts higher to maximize their visibility when the text message arrived and fucked up everything.

The tightening in Kriti's stomach as she clicked on her mobile phone proved justified. Mani had not sent the message. It was another communication, the one she had been anticipating with a mixture of dread and hope for five whole days.

RE MONDAY'S CONVERSATION - WAITING IN MY OFFICE. GET HERE SOON, Gani.

She stared at the screen of her phone in an advanced state of consternation. Bastard! Why Friday frigging night? Okay, okay, phone him―try and get him to rearrange. There's the whole weekend. We can sort out another time. She jabbed the recall button and realized as the ring sounded in her ear, how rapidly her heart was beating.

Click. "You've reached Gani. Please speak after the tone." His voice, cold and peremptory, made her cut the call dead in surprise. Why couldn't he answer bloody questions? Immediately she keyed in the number for the office, adding the code to Gani's extension; she had put enough people through over the past months to remember it easily.

"Hello, this is Gani. I'm out of the office or on another call ..."

Fuck. What was he playing at, texting her and then suddenly inaccessible? This time she left a voicemail. "Gani―Hi, Kriti here. Could you call me when you get this? Okay, bye."

Five minutes passed, five long minutes of pacing the bedroom and fretting over the phone lying silent in the palm of her hand. This was bloody ridiculous. He obviously knew she was trying to get in touch with him. What was this, his way of reeling her in? Well, the arrangement was off. If he was going to play power games with her, he could go fuck himself. She flung the device down on the bed and turned heel to leave the room.

Even before reaching the door, she stopped to review her decision. If she refused to play along with his game and he called the whole arrangement off, she'd have precisely what to show for it? Her pride―that and fuck all else. No―she could go to his office, explain the situation to him, and urge him to reschedule. The fact that she had made the trip should flatter his ego sufficiently for now.

But did she have time? Seven o'clock by her watch. Mani was due to call for her at seven thirty. Shit, it would take fifteen minutes to drive to the company building, even now the traffic had slackened. She stood in the middle of the room for a moment, fists clenched against her bosom in indecision. Wait, it was okay. They were going to a bar prior to the restaurant. Once she'd arrived at the office and spoken to Gani, she would phone Mani and cry off the drink―she could think of some excuse in the car―and she'd be back home in time to go straight to the restaurant with him. Yes. Simple.

She grabbed her phone from the bed and put it in her purse. Okay, what if the errand took longer than half an hour? She'd simply have to arrange to meet Mani at the restaurant. Make-up bag ... Make-up bag ... She raced to the bathroom and grabbed it from the sink. Shoes ...She slipped into a flat pair for driving and picked up her sexy heels in case she needed to go directly to The Biarritz. Then she ran out to the car.

Her ten-year-old bone-shaker of a Ford car threatened not to start up. "Useless piece of shit," she muttered, before it coughed its way into action and allowed her to steer it out of the parking space. Now here was a reminder, if one were needed, of why she had agreed to a dangerous liaison with Gani in the first place. An extra seven grand a year, resulting in a vehicle upgrade, a winter holiday and some serious shopping. That was a proposition a girl didn't simply brush off, not this girl at any rate.

Although one week ago, she had attempted to do precisely that.

Gani seldom makes an appearance at the company's end-of-week drinks outing. As the demanding boss of Rainbow Software, he was doubtless too committed to the cut and thrust of business to indulge in such Friday evening steam-venting; either that or he carried out his recreational pursuits elsewhere. Predictably his presence in the Cock and Bull that night caused a frisson of gossipy interest among Kriti's fellow receptionists. Through all of her six months' work at Rainbow, Gani and the mystery of his private existence had provided conversational fodder around the water cooler. What did anyone really know about their taciturn boss, who only occasionally departed from his work script to throw some ambiguous piece of flirtation the way of one of the female staff, no doubt causing her to cream her knickers on the spot?

He had been engaged once, it was rumored, but in his late-thirties there was no hint of any significant person in his life. As a businessman he was single-minded―the scourge of anyone who tried beating him to a lucrative contract. His physique suggested the same single-mindedness in his physical training. Julia, whose desk was next to Kriti's, had met him in the sauna at a gym nearby the office one evening and was able to report that stripped to his shorts he demonstrated the physical attributes they had all hoped lay beneath his Armani: a body's worth of hard muscle, with no hint of middle-aged flab. What lay beneath the shorts she still had partially to surmise, but a glance at his pelvic region had given her high hopes. She adjusted herself in her seat and positively salivated as she discussed the Manier.

There were, Kriti had observed, women who felt markedly silent when Gani was discussed. Gina, the pretty blond temp, for example, became very tight-lipped when his name cropped up in conversation. And Jacinda, the bookish girl from accounts who hid her attractiveness with the traditional tied-up hair and glasses look, took on an air of grim knowingness on such occasions and cast her eyes down to her coffee. Were both disappointed perhaps, having nursed some romantic or sexual longing for the company boss? Or did they have inside knowledge of what it meant to get involved with him outside their fantasies? Kriti could only imagine ... and her imagination ran riot.

She received more than a few jealous glances when Gani engaged her in conversation that Friday evening. There was no mistaking his power of attraction as he turned to her at the bar. A Mr Rochester for modern times. Kriti did not recall a great deal from English GCSE, but the enigmatic hero of Jane Eyre had seized her imagination―a great brooding tower of masculinity, simmering with unspoken passion. Gani was from the same mould, she reckoned. Rugged creases in his face and flecks of grey in his dark hair betrayed his maturity, but everything else about him--the alertness of his gaze and the athleticism of that massive frame--suggested the vitality, the virility of a younger man. His proximity caused her to spill some of her vodka and Coke.

"Kriti from reception." He fixed her with a stare over his Scotch. "Personable, professional and supremely efficient."

Kriti's face burned and there was a lurching sensation in her lower abdomen. She wasn't sure she was any of the above, but could not help a gratified smile. "You haven't got me mixed up with someone else?"

"These things don't go unnoticed," he replied. "Now a lesser boss might be too dazzled by your more glamorous qualities to recognise that professionalism, but happily I'm aware of both."

Kriti's blush deepened and she was suddenly glad of the pub's subdued lighting. She groped in her confusion for a coherent response and tried to stop herself from grinning like a teenager. "You'd better not let my boyfriend hear you talk like that." Damn. Why had she gone and mentioned him? Because, her good angel reminded her, she was trying to be faithful in this relationship. Because Mani was sweet and caring and she didn't deserve him, so she wasn't going to fuck anyone else, least of all her boss. That was why.

Gani seemed unperturbed by the mention of Kriti's partner. He chatted amicably with her as staff drifted off to other venues, impressed by a range of attributes she had failed to see in herself and fielding her opinions on everything from new office décor to possible venues for the office summer party.

"You know, it's a shame." She remembered the appraising stare he had applied to her as he said it.

"What is?"

"A pal of mine--Travers, Alan Travers, he's a director at Aztec, you know, the architectural firm?--He'll be interviewing for a new PA shortly and I've no doubt you'd do an excellent job." Despite several vodkas, she was hooked on his words. He stared at her intently, clearly giving the Manier further consideration. "We don't have any promotions going at Rainbow right now and this would be quite an increase in salary for you. Trouble is, he's got one or two in-house people in mind for the post already ..."

"Well you could always put a word in," she proffered cheekily, her pulse quickening at this newly-materialized opportunity.

He did not crack a smile at her response, just continued to observe her. "Throw a CV my way Monday morning," he said eventually. "I'll make sure it gets to him. Nothing ventured, eh?"

"Absolutely. Thank you. Thank you so much."

She attempted to conceal the extent of her excitement as the conversation moved on--to Gani's favorite restaurants and far-flung holiday destinations, pleasures a stretch out of Kriti's price range. The sorts of places her boss could take her, should he choose ... No, she wasn't going down that line. Mani was her sweetie, a guy who showed her respect and appreciation. She had been congratulating herself at holding her own in conversation with her boss--enjoying his flattery and flirting, while at the same time making her loyalty to her boy perfectly clear--but this was venturing a little too close to the fire. Time to leave before she got burned.

It was almost as if Gani read her thoughts and he slipped his suggestion in neatly, catching her off guard. "Look, Kriti, I've the makings of a seafood risotto and a nice bottle of Merlot at my apartment. If you're not rushing off, what say we continue our conversation back there?"

He threw it in with such casual charm she could hardly fault him for his wickedness. Even the suggestion made her aware of her body in relation to his. Beneath her blouse, her nipples hardened. She tried to disguise the depth of her pleasure at his offer. "Well the risotto sounds very tempting," she smiled, "but I've got another night in arranged already--you know, with my boyfriend?" The final word was slightly weighted.

"Of course. Sure I can't tempt you any other way?" There was a smile of naked cunning on Gani's lips as he said it. It made her shudder and miss a conversational beat before responding.

"'Fraid not," she managed, her nipples forcing themselves harder. God, was she really passing on her opportunity to fuck Gani? There was an undeniable sense of loss, but beneath it the swelling pride of moral victory. I'm not some slut he can have because he snaps his fingers.

But Gani's gaze held hers, and in that disconcerting moment it seemed that her morality was being weighed up. "What if I said I could swing that job for you?" His gaze as he said it was level. "As it happens, Alan owes me a favor and if you want, I can call it in. A few weeks from now and the job could be yours on a plate."

 

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Kriti looked at him in a mixture of wonder and outrage. "You're ..."

"Offering you career advancement for sex, yes, that's precisely what I'm doing." He countered the full force of her astonishment until she had to divert her gaze. "Now you can look as shocked as you like, Kriti, but don't tell me you find the proposition totally unattractive. We both know that'd be a lie. You and I both have a night to remember and then you move on like nothing happened--only with substantially improved career prospects." He sipped his Scotch, eyes not wavering. "Go on, take time out from your scruples. I'll make it doubly worth your while."

Shit! The memory was so distracting, that Kriti almost drove through a red light. She jammed on her brakes and there was a screech as the car behind narrowly avoided rear-ending her. The driver blared his horn angrily. "All right, all right, sorry!" she stormed. Already on edge, the near-accident had set her heart racing. She checked the dashboard clock--7.05pm. Got to get there, got to try and stall him.

Not that she had accepted Gani's indecent proposal straight off. What sort of girl did he think she was? She had managed to assume a politely appalled air, reassert her plans for the evening and leave with a chilly "Thanks for the drink."

Bastard. Who the fuck did he think he was? Couldn't take no for an answer, so he thought he could buy her cunt by lining up a ... How many grand a year extra was that job? Christ, he had been ready to pull those strings so he could have sex with her. Damn him and his alpha-male posturing and his bloody casting couch. Damn them all.

Inevitably, however, she had considered the job and the lifestyle changes that might accompany it, all weekend. And yes, she had thought of what Gani--self-satisfied shit--might do to her with his mouth, his hands and his cock, and had frigged herself silly while thinking about it. But she fought the urge to betray Mani with some arrogant fuck. The sort of fuck who would probably harass her covertly now, having failed to get his way.

Called to Gani's office on Monday afternoon, she expected innuendo, that or sudden criticism of her work. Instead, she found her boss seated on the edge of his desk, wearing an inscrutable expression. "Kriti, glad you could spare me a moment," he said to her, his tone calm and business-like. "Please, take a seat." He indicated the room's smart leather sofa. She perched herself on it self-consciously, trying to read him.

"Look," he began, "I'm not going to apologize for Friday, but perhaps I need to explain myself."

"Oh?" She looked at him blankly.

"Yes. I'll be honest with you." There was a frank, almost confessional air about him as he spoke. "I've never been a saint. I enjoy attractive women and I enjoy sex with attractive women. Plus ..." She had never experienced a stare more penetrating. "... I know when the attractive woman I'm talking to wants the same thing I do." She went to protest, but he restrained her with a motion of his hand.

"These last eighteen months I've been with someone. I've tried to make a go of things, and be monogamous for once in my life. And I've been a good boy for longer than I thought was possible--passed over everyone from glamor models to classy business executives. Then Friday evening I started a conversation I shouldn't have and found I wasn't able to pass over you. I made my move, you brushed me off quite properly because of your boyfriend and the inappropriate nature of the situation. You showed all the integrity I was lacking and I should have left it there. But I pushed my luck. I used whatever I could think of to persuade you to change your mind. Because that, Kriti, is how much I wanted to fuck you. Something about you drives me crazy. You're a wildly sexy girl and you make me insanely hard, but that's no reason for me to act as I did."

Kriti's body seemed to go limp under Gani's burning gaze. All her expectations had been undermined by his searing declaration. The phrase 'insanely hard' turned her into liquid.

"Look," he told her, "this is my problem and the last time I mention it. All I've succeeded in doing here is to be even more inappropriate as your boss than I was on Friday night. You walk out and none of this ever happens--if that's what you want. I'll stay out of your way, respect your boundaries, I won't make you feel uncomfortable in any way. You'll never hear me speak in such a way again. But know this. My offer of the job, however inappropriate, was sincerely made--and it still stands, if you agree to that quality time with me."

He held her stare and the silence between them yawned like a canyon. Had she been single, she'd already have let him do her whatever damn way he pleased. The opportunity still hovered, to experience for real what most of the female staff only dreamed of, while fingering themselves nocturnally or stuffing sex toys where they knew Gani would probably never go. She should reject him cleanly and clearly, turn heel and leave. But ...

One night only. Mainly none the wiser and serious career advancement the net result. It screamed in the face of every scruple her parents had tried to instill in her. On the other hand, she might struggle for years to achieve this simple step upwards. Gani was more or less handing it to her. So her boss was a bastard--at least he was an honest bastard.

"This job--what, I simply walk into it?"

"CV on my desk before the end of the day, I'll set up the interview for next week--but trust me, it'll be a formality only. I had a discreet word with Alan ..."

"He knows?" Her voice sharpened. She didn't want some stranger viewing her as a whore, even if she was contemplating being one.

"A discreet word," Gani repeated. "I told him what a find you were and said that you're a family friend. Reminded him that he owed me. He won't suspect a thing--and even if he did, he wouldn't ever bring it up. He's one of life's true gentlemen, even if I'm not. You'll like working for him and you'll soon forget how you got there. The only question is, are you interested?"

Kriti experienced a further liquidation between her legs and realized beyond all doubt that she was going to let Gani get her naked and stick his cock inside her as far as it would go. She was going to whore herself to him for a job and somehow the thought thrilled her to her core.

"When?" she asked, trying to mask both her guilt and her euphoria behind a stony face. "And where?"

Gani's features betrayed nothing more than mild thoughtfulness. "It's a busy week ... and I want to do you justice. Give me your mobile number and I'll be in touch when there's a window." She stared at him, confused. How come he was calling the shots so suddenly? Didn't she have a say in the details? "You want to keep things low-key, right?" he said, reading her. "Look, I'll be good to my word, but you're going to have to work around my schedule. Now--that number?"

"Arrogant prick!" Kriti brought the car to a clanking halt in the company car park, this further recollection ringing in her head. "Christ, I should have put in a harassment claim. Why the fuck did I agree to this?" But she knew the answer even as the question left her mouth. It was the prospect of that increased payslip and all the ways it would benefit her relationship with Mani. That was the real reason, wasn't it?

Enough. 7.15pm, got to make this quick. So exactly why she changed back into heels before leaving the car, she would have been hard-pushed to say. She wrestled with the thought as she clattered precariously across the courtyard, trying not to sprain an ankle. Obviously she wanted to look her seductive best as she brushed Gani off, showing him what he risked losing out on by playing his macho power-games. Yes, that was it.

The squat security guard in the foyer eyed her with undisguised lechery as she clicked her way towards him. "Can I help you, love?" There was delight in his toad-like eyes, as he surveyed the narrow gorge between her tight-squeezed tits.

"I work here," she snapped, whipping her laminated name-card from her bag and waving it disdainfully under his nose. "I've got an appointment." It occurred to her that no explanation was required for her clammy admirer and so turned heel, trotting imperiously towards the lift, trying to blot out the thought that his leering eyes would still be fixed on her.

The building was all but deserted. Everyone else was embarking on their usual Friday night pursuits, she thought, as she made the lonely ascent to the Rainbow offices on floor nineteen; yet here she was returning to her workplace, jeopardising her plans so she could talk her way out of a clandestine fuck-session with her boss. A boss who was sitting in his office, waiting to thrust his hands up the skirt of her dress and peel her knickers away from her ass. A boss who was maybe hard for her already. Insanely hard ...

The lift doors slid apart as she was pulling the hem of her dress down beyond her rump's curvaceous swell. She had to wriggle past the two cleaners who were entering and they eyed her with scathing glances, taking in her scant dress and the various expanses of her exposed flesh. She could imagine their conversation as the doors shut behind her and she started down the corridor to Gani's office. Who's the tart? What's she doing here this time of night? His latest lady-friend ...

But she wasn't a tart. She hadn't put on this dress for her boss, it had been all for Mani, the boyfriend to whom she had been faithful for the whole year she had known him. And if she was planning to take one evening out from her commitment so she could advance herself, earn a bit extra, contribute some more, well who the fuck should point a finger? A girl had to make use of whatever assets she had and it sure as hell beat years' hard work.

She clipped to a halt in front of Gani's door and realized how wet she was. Damn, who was she trying to fool? This was about more than professional advancement. Put bluntly, she wanted to know what it felt like to have Gani rammed inside her, pumping hard. Spending all that tightly controlled male energy on her body.

But she mustn't let it be tonight.

The blinds on the windows to her boss's office were pulled shut, allowing no clue as to whether or not he was inside. Kriti rapped a trembling knuckle on the glass-fronted door. No response. She eased the door open and peered inside, looking for signs of Gani through the room's dimmed lighting. "Hello?" It came out as an embarrassed near-squeak and received no reply. She slipped inside the office and silently closed the door behind her, still searching through the gloom. "Hello?"

"Kriti." She jumped, almost literally, and could only hope that the low light-setting had disguised the degree of her fright and how much her tightly-sprung breasts had bobbed. "I'm so glad you could make it." He was reclining behind his dark mahogany desk in a posture of supreme assurance and contentment. She could make out, as her eyes adjusted to the light, the open neck of his shirt. Both light-pinstripe jackets and ties had been tossed onto the surface of the desk. An opened bottle of wine sat there as well, along with two glasses.

 

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Almost lazily he leaned forward, lifted the bottle and poured two measures. "I always like a woman who makes an effort."

She glanced self-consciously down at herself and knew how it must look. Gani had risen from his seat and was moving towards her with a casual stealth, wine glasses in hand. There was a smile of approval on his lips as he surveyed her fleshy curves--he clearly admired the way they strained against the restrictions of her tiniest party dress. "Now why don't you lock the door in case we get disturbed?" He stopped a foot in front of her, proffering one of the glasses. Her face burned in the heat of his knowing gaze and she stumbled in her resolve.

"Gani, I haven't come here for that. I - I couldn't get through to you ..."

"Oh now, Kriti--you're wearing those fuck-me heels. What's a guy to think?"

She looked down again, this time to her prettily strapped ankles, and noticed with another start that Gani was expectantly barefoot. Even as such he towered several inches above her heeled five foot ten. She steeled herself to resist him. "That I was preparing to go out with my boyfriend for my birthday and couldn't contact you to explain?" she replied reasonably. "Look, I'm going to be late as it is. If you want ... this, then we'll simply have to arrange another time." She'd aimed for decisiveness, but failed to keep the quake out of her voice.

"Now Kriti ..." They were standing by the photocopier and he set one wine glass on it, so he could reach his hand under the tresses of her hair and caress the side of her face. "I've got all sorts of calls on my time. I have to take my pleasures when I can and I'm likely to be very busy between now and the interviews at Aztec. Which means it's tonight or not at all. So the question is ..."--he pressed the glass into her hand-- "...how much you want this."

"My boyfriend," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm supposed to be going out to dinner with him ..."

Gani's hand slid downwards over her throat and the bare flesh of her upper chest, then insinuated its way around the swell of her left breast. "Cancel it," he told her, as if he were issuing an instruction to an employee, which, it occurred to her fleetingly, was precisely what he was doing. "Phone him now and tell him you'll do it another time." The exploring hand curved its way down the slope of her lower back.

"But it's for my birthday." Her breasts were heaving, noticeably she was sure, under the hugging strictures of her dress, and there was a writhing combination of panic and excitement in her lower belly. "We're celebrating."

His fingers rounded the curve of her buttock, pressing through tight fabric into the flesh beneath. The fingertips slipped below the dress's hem and his carefully manicured nails dug into the crease between her butt cheek and upper thigh. Slowly, his eyes locked unflinchingly on hers, he intensified his grip and drew her to his massive frame, so that she could appreciate the full degree of his arousal. Crushed against him she realized the truth of all those gossiped coffee-break rumors; her boss was extravagantly endowed and the thin layers of their clothing failed to disguise his cock's rigidity, pressed as it was against her belly.

"You want a real birthday celebration, it's with me--right here in this room. And it's one you won't fucking forget, that I guarantee." He pulled back from her, scooped up his wine glass and clinked it against hers. Then he sipped and in a state of semi-hypnosis, she copied him. "Now are you going to be a clever girl and lock that door?"

She nodded obediently, the last of her good intentions wiped clean from her mind. Gripped in the same trance she turned, flicked the door catch and locked herself and Gani away from the rest of the world.

It was only when she turned back to him that her panic returned. "Oh god--what'll I tell Mani? What'll I say to him?"

"Whatever it takes." He took hold of her wrist, lightly but firmly, and propelled her teetering to the expansive surface of his desk. She was adapting now to the room's dimness and could see bulging evidence of his erection, as it strained on one side against the material of his bespoke trousers. "You're a bright girl," he told her. "Improvise." He tapped a key on his desktop phone for an outside line and it buzzed into life. "What's his number?"

"Let me use my mobile," Kriti pleaded, nearly breaking into sweat in terror's onrush.

"You forgot to charge it this morning," Gani spelt out to her with the patience of an accomplished liar. "That's why you haven't been able to call him and explain that your plans have changed. Now what's his number?"

Kriti could scarcely remember, let alone piece together the rest of the excuse, but Gani's mesmerizing gaze calmed her and somehow drew the numbers from her memory. He set his glass down and rapped out the sequence of digits as she spoke them. A loud dial tone rang out from the phone's speaker and she went to lift the receiver to allow herself at least that much privacy. Gani held her hand with his. With a further stab of panic, she realized that he meant to listen in on the whole conversation.

"You fucker," she hissed, cheeks flushing with resentment and a lust that somehow kept on increasing. Then Mani answered the call.

"Hi, sweetheart, I'm leaving now." She could hear keys jangling in his hand and a front door being opened.

"Mani, thank God I got you. It's a disaster here. Look, you'll have to cancel the restaurant."

"What? Why, what's wrong?"

Kriti's distracted state suddenly made it easy to fake distress. "I had to stay late at work ... You know how crazy it's been, and then when I set off for home, the car stalled and wouldn't start up again. I tried to call you, but I forgot to recharge the phone. I had to walk back to the office to call." Once she got started, the lies flowed easily. She was aware of Gani's presence behind her and inexplicably wanted to prove to him that she could control the situation.

"Well, let me come collect you," Mani was saying on speakerphone. "We can go straight to the restaurant, pick the car up tomorrow."

"In my work clothes?" The thought of Mani swooping into the workplace on a rescue mission brought on a renewed surge of desperation and she all but shouted her response. "Have you any idea what I look like? I'm covered in oil from the engine. I need to wash, I need to get done up, I can't go looking like shit. Please, Mani, I've called the RAC, let's do it another time ..."

"Kriti, I booked this week ago. It's your birthday night out, for god's sake. How'd you let this happen?" She could hear him slam the front door shut and retreat back into the house in an obvious sulk.

"I'm sorry, babe, really I am!" she said, her rush of guilt stemmed by the sensation of Gani pressing his body into hers from behind, that great erection prodding into her ass cheek. His hands curled around her waist, palms gliding over her stomach. She tried to disguise the constriction she felt in her breathing. "Things got out of control. It wasn't my fault, I haven't done this delib ..." Gani's mouth was on her neck, the heat of his breath causing her nipples to harden and her skin to break out in a goose-bump rash. What the fuck was he doing? What would Mani think was going on? Didn't Gani care? Clearly not. "I haven't done it deliberately ..."

"Okay, okay, I'll phone the restaurant." Mani's tone was still pissed off. "I'm disappointed, that's all."

"I'll make it up to you, babe, I promise." Gani's broad right hand slid upwards to cup her breast. Her wine glass clattered onto the desk, almost falling over, and she swallowed down a moan. His mouth progressed wetly, rhythmically to her earlobe, as his fingers explored the globed fullness of her bosom. "I promise ..." She bit her lip to try and stifle a cry, as he pinched her nipple hard under layers of fabric.

"Kriti, you okay? Are you crying?"

Gani was using both hands now, manipulating the pliable flesh of her tits through her dress, while his tongue snaked into her ear and his dick asserted itself arrogantly against her rear. She was trapped in his determined grip, not even able to reach the phone. "No, no - It's just ..." She was clearly panting by now from the tightness in her chest and stomach. "I've been thinking about you all day, Mani." The moan in her voice was born of desperation as much as desire.

"You have?" Mani's libido had instantly got the better of any still-lurking resentment.

"All day--I've been so hot for you." Gani's right hand peeled away the thin gauze of her bra cup and scooped up her heavy breast, his thumb and index finger pinching at her hardened nipple. "Oh god--so fucking hot..."

"Really?" Mani was all husky-voiced fascination now; she could hear the soft thud as he dropped into one of his living-room chairs. "What have you been thinking about?"

"About ..." Kriti did not want Gani to know of any intimacies she had shared with Mani, but the circumstances allowed no choice. "About the other night, when you started touching me in my sleep and ... and ..."

"And by the time you were fully awake I was already inside you?" Mani's voice had further deepened and was full of breathy arousal.

"Yes, I couldn't get it out of my mind." She only just prevented a squeal escaping her lips; while one of Gani's hands remained to enjoy her breast, the other plunged downwards over her fluttering stomach, so his fingers could pluck the hem of her micro-dress upwards and delve beneath the sodden material of her panties. His middle finger searched past her pubic mound to her liquefied slit, sending a rush of pleasure rippling through her belly. "I was sitting there at my desk and I wanted you inside me again ... Oh god!" Her boss's finger located her clitoris' swollen bud and began to rotate on it.

"Are you touching yourself now?" There was amazement in Mani's voice at how turned-on his girlfriend seemed to be.

"Yes--Yes I am," Kriti moaned, as Gani's finger continued to skate on her silky wet peg. "I've been doing it all day beneath my desk--I couldn't help myself ... Oh fuck!" His hand slithered its way right between her legs, so he could burrow two fingers through the near-dripping folds of her cunt-flesh. "Fuck, oh fuck ... I'm so horny for you," she moaned into the phone's speaker, her sex pulsing under her boss's touch.

"Talk him off." Gani was up close, whispering the command into her ear. "Go on, make him come." Her eyes had been half-closed in an embarrassment of ecstasy, but they opened wide at those words. "You heard me. Go on, do it."

She struggled to focus on a situation barely within her control. Mani was muttering semi-coherently about how hot she was making him feel. "What about you?" she said finally. "Are you hard yet?"

"Yes." It was the voice of someone who could not believe his luck. "Oh god yes."

"Take it out. Take your cock out of your trousers." Kriti could scarcely comprehend what was happening. She was simultaneously excited and appalled by her situation. "Hurry up, I want to know you're stroking yourself." She could hear him ripping at his belt and hastily unzipping the flies of his trousers. Gani's fingers were meanwhile tunneling into the narrow, soaking cavern of her pussy. Her juice, she was sure, would be trickling all the way down to his wrist. "Get it in your hand. Go on, sweetheart, wank your cock for me."