Unique interview

This’ a long story to narrate the unique and unforgettable experience I had when I visited India for first time in my life. Being a divorced man, I had decided to enjoy this trip to India to the fullest ‘cause I had heard that majority of Indian ladies have long dark hair on their head which is wavy or straight and that they love and maintain them very much. Yes! I am a hair lover cherishing a lot of hair fantasies inside. Even the thought of long dark hair raises my penis to 9 inches, which is its maximum. Picture of a lady combing her long hair can help me jerk off at least 4 times a day. Of course no; I like the cunt area of a lady shaved perfectly. I love only the long mane. The first thing I did on landing @ Mumbai was to call Mrs. Saxena, who was supposed to put me up at Taj. This call was also to confirm the timings when my new Home-nurse will come for the interview. “10 AM, Sunday” was the reply. Today is Saturday. Also got the hints that she is most probably the type I would be looking for ‘cause she has the type of hair I expect. Only question with Martin is to confirm whether I like the hair. Hmmmm. The professional words of Mrs. Saxena gave me a good erection and pressure to my zipper.

No giggles in dialogues. She also spared the info that Ms. Asa (the interviewee) is from a very Ass south Indian family. She is also looking for an accommodation at Mumbai, along with the job. Married, but husband is a no-care type of Indian staying at home in South India. Hence that she is this helpless kind of lady and wiling to stay in quarters. I got up very early than usual, the next day. Started getting ready for the interview. Had a good shave and bath and put on the funkiest and very Tight & See-thru ‘Jatti’ (That’s what they call for a brief in Mumbai. Very funny name indeed). Also adjusted my penis such a way that it’s pointing at the onlooker. My Buzzer rang sharp at 9.50 AM. WOW! Sharp time, 10 min, earlier? I was impressed. I covered myself temporarily with a front full open Kimono that hardly covers my thighs. Opening the door, I could see a lady of early 30s clad in light blue ‘Sari’ and matching Blouse (another dress that impress me). I eyed her from top to bottom. First thing on her to notice is the size of her boobs, which is put inside the blouse with great difficulty. Is splendid, spilling and bursting. Points of nipples are clear over sari. She held her head bent down to floor, but her eyes rested on the exposed part of my legs. Fear is obvious on her face.

“Hi! Priya?” I confirmed.

“Yes sir” A feeble voice replied. Voice is not much impressive. It also betrayed that she is shivering out of fear. Perhaps she might not have expected such and interview.

“Please come in” I invited her in, leaving the door widely open and holding it, but leaving enough space for her to move in without being disturbed by me.

She slowly walked in. Viewing from behind, I was really impressed when I saw her single plaited braid reaching till her ass. Braid was held by a rubber band leaving a pony-tail of approximate 6 inches after it. Without her notice, I touched my penis once. Hmmm. He is very strong now.

“Please sit” I pointed to the plush couch in the room when moving after her, without taking my eyes off her ponytail. Ho! It is dangling like a pendulum when she walks in tune with the swaying of her ass cheeks. But the fear in movement makes the tune of walk, awkward. The tips of hair are trimmed in equal length to give it the fine finish. I resisted the temptation to take it in to my hand.

She rather placed her ass on one corner of the 3 seater couch, leaving ample space for 2 more people to sit. I sat on the couch exactly opposite to her in a way that my ‘jatti’ is clearly visible from the open kimono.

“Hi Priya, hope Mrs. Martin explained you all. I had told her all that I require.”

A silent nodding was the reply.

“Did she tell you what kind of a lady is I looking for?”

She looked at my face as reply. In sudden tension, face turned to left and then bent down again and started staring at her fingers which rest on her lap.

“You didn’t reply.” I instructed.

“That you are looking for a lady with long hair” came the feeble voice.

“OK, did she tell u what the use of your long hair is for me?”

A silent shaking of head followed.

OK. I pretend to be a cooperating boss. Mean while, I laid back to the couch and opened the kimono to the extend of its joint just below my navel so that the jatti along with the erection is clearly visible. I can see her breathing heavily.

“What do you imagine is the use? Did you think of that?”

She swallowed her saliva in reply.

“OK. I will explain. Dear lady, you are here to entertain me and not only to do the household chores. Do you have any such experience before?”

Another shaking of head follows.

“What do you feel? Your face does not look so pretty, but you are fair in complexion and your physique is seducing. If willing, you are appointed on the spot. What is your opinion?”

She pressed her knuckles in reply and no dialogues. I really liked the situation.

“OK. I don’t expect a reply; but you can respond in the way I tell you. If my conditions are not ok for you, then you can get up, and leave through the door which I have left open for you. If they are ok for you, then please lock the front door, turn around and wait for my instruction. You can take your choice.” I stared at her face. A feeling was within me of buying a slave.

Dear friends, a silence followed for 7 minutes. During all these times, I was caressing my penis over my ‘jatti’ so as to attract her attention in to it. Also to give her a fair good idea of what is going to happen to her if she is appointed? I caught her eyes twice when they traveled to my hand working on my ‘jatti’ and then to my face. Message was clear that she hates it but helpless cause she needs money. Suddenly tears started rolling down her cheeks. I was a lil moved, but kept on my diplomacy. Decided that she will be taken well care if appointed.

Taking in a deep breath, she raised her head to the sky, then as if decided something in her mind, got up and walked towards the door, taking her vanity bag also with her. My heart bounced. Is she leaving? Anyhow, I have to be the boss here. I silently watched her moving. The pony tail hung on her back without moving as if it is dead.

It happened unexpectedly. Getting up in tension from the position of her sitting, she lost controlled and toppled and fell full length on to my lap. “Hoo” a cry came out of her desperate face. Top of her head hit my chest. Long pony tail fell to my lap. Her right hand came flat on to my erection and left hand on my right thigh. I was also shocked, but gained control in a second. The wicked I took only a fraction of a second to give a good tight squeeze to her full breasts with both the hands. I laughed out wickedly with full mouth. “Aah” She really cried out and left her grip on my thigh which made her fall. I could not decide whether the is out of physical pain on her breasts or out of the pain of insult I gave her physically squeezing her water melons unexpectedly.

She fell flat on floor, her left shoulder hitting the floor and rolled on to her back and her knees went up in the air like a mountain when heels remained on the floor. ‘Ah Amma’ she cried and more tears flew out of her eyes. She was making a futile attempt to get up. I also figured she is expecting a hand from me to get up. A thought flashed my mind that if she would be thanking God at the moment for not having worn a skirt when coming for the interview. That would have revealed everything beneath. I cursed my self for this. Hey! It suddenly flashed in my mind again. She is my property now and perhaps may leave out of the open door! This the time to get some resources to cherish at least for next 5 jerk offs. My right hand worked in reflex action. It reached out to her as if offering a hand to help. Seeing this, she left out the idea of pressing her elbows on the floor and getting up; instead laid back and held my right hand. She was still crying. My hands worked in reflex action. Right hand held her right hand and left hand did the wicked action. It held the bottom line of the sari which has already come a little upwards revealing her calves down. In a sudden full length jerked, I pulled up her sari stuff along with the underskirt in to air. It raised for at least 3 feet from the ground revealing whole of her thighs and the faded and rotten dark green ‘jatti’ (Here it is panty) she wore. Whole of her ass cheeks were exposed due to careless wearing of Under Wear.

“No!!!” She cried out loudly. And started beating the floors with her legs and pressed the left hand on the joining point of legs. Her right hand was still in my right hand.

“OK” I grinned and let her sari go off. I got to my feet still holding her right hand. Then pulled her up to her feet. Making her stand full length in front of me.

“Sorry, dear if you didn’t like. But you are wearing a dark green panty is it?” I pressed her right hand with my grip.

It seems she will never again in her life look at my face. She was near to weep. “Chhae!” She uttered (meaning shit) and bitterly turned her face to her left shoulder to avoid looking at my face.

“Come on! What’s your decision? Lock the door or walk out through it?”

“Sir,” She addressed me for the first time.

“Yes honey?” I was really anxious.

“Will you make me pregnant?” She looked down and asked.

Fool! “You are really a fool you know” How shall I make you pregnant? Do you feel I am gonna marry you and keep for the life time as my wife?”

I think she got the message.

“Will you pay me the salary you promised to Mrs. Martin?”

I found me telling her “1$ extra for a day, ok?”

“Eh?” It is very much clear that she is surprised…

“Yeah. Provided, you will be speaking more and communicating with me. Agreed?”

She nodded.

“No!” I objected. “You should say agreed.”

“Agreed” her voice was not clear.

“Say loudly, looking at my face”

She looked at me. “Agreed sir “The voice was clear now. This produced a little smile on her face which escaped from her lips spite of all her efforts to cover it. This only increased the intensity of her shyness. Her head again sank down.

“Excellent. I liked you” I laughed “Your advance will be given on the spot of your appointment. In fact you are the one to appoint yourself now, my lady in green panty!” I offered.

She turned around and walked slowly towards the door. I sank to my seat and watched her action. Asa held the handle of the opened door instead of walking out through it. She held it for a may be 30 counts in deep thought. Then I saw her closing the door.

Seeing her locking the door from inside, I quickly removed my kimono and threw it to the other corner of the room. Any body seeing me now will feel that I was not wearing it at all. I watched her movements intensely

Asa latched the door from inside securely, then shaking and shivering, started walking slowly towards her seat.

“Ass, [Though it came spontaneously to my tongue, I liked the hidden insult in calling her by the short form of her name], I asked you to wait there for my instruction after locking the door!” I reminded after she placed 2 steps towards me.

She stopped with an Oh_God_I_Forgot_it gesture and raised her eyes to look at me. I could see the shock clearly on her face when saw me uncovered, her eyes and mouth opened widely and right hand went to her chest in reflex action with a What_is_this_my_God gesture. Without wasting time and before her glancing is shifted from me, I swiftly inserted my left hand in to my Jatty and held my penis inside to pull it to standing position.

With a sudden jerk, she bent her head forward as much as she can and looked sharp to the floor. Frustration and desperate was clear in her eyes, which I liked and enjoyed.

“What now? Please speak out” I reminded her “And keep looking at my face”

She raised her eyes to my face. “You have to say”.

“Oh I forgot”.

“Hear me completely. Darling Ass, I strongly wish to see your long hair and full breasts. It is OK for me to see boobs over your blouse. If ok for breasts, please remove your sari so that I can see them”. She looked at my face with growing tension.

I continued-“After that, if willing to show me your hair, please bring the pony tail to front over your left breast so that I can see that also”

“Oh, you!” I heard her utter when turning her head towards its extreme left.

“Ok to do honey?” I was clear and loud now.

“Yes sir!” Words jumped out from her mouth. Her right hand went up and held the edge of the sari that was hanging down to her back through her left shoulder.

Yes. She is gonna do it.

She thought for 10 seconds in that position and then released the grip. Right hand remained there itself when left hand went up and to back and held the ponytail of her hair that is hanging behind her. Standing there and shivering, she brought the long dark and thick braid to her chest through her left shoulder as if it is enough to cover the part she is going to reveal. Then slowly pulled down the sari’s edge with right hand. What impressed me after that was the nature by which she let the edge to fall down to floor as if she is my property and at my disposal.

I suck in her full view. Her water melons are now expressed.

“Gonna remove your sari completely honeys?”

“Yes sir” Without raising her head fully, she looked at my eyes straightly this time when telling this. Her eyes lingered over my eyes for a few seconds

“Great! Do it”

Telling this, I swiftly ran my left hand over my penis over the Jatti so as to attract her attention to it before she looks away. I was overjoyed this time when her eyes went down and rested on my crotch for at least 10 seconds. My heart was pounding when I caressed the whole length of my penis to show her. Did I feel shy for the first time in life?

Her eyes went back to her exposed belly and naval now and fully concentrating on her action, she carefully removed the other edge of the sari which is tugged inside the underskirt. Sari fell in to floor. She stood there amidst the mess created by sari on the floor, waiting for the next instruction from her boss.

I am ensured that she is doing this for the first time because she is not knowing what to do next. If she was professional in this, she would have collected her sari and folded it neatly. No; she is not professional. I am impressed.

“Come here, lemme see your hair”

She stepped over the sari and let it remain there itself. I can understand her tension. I liked this behavior.

She is standing in front of me now. I stood up.

“Here, take this. This is 10, 000/- in total” I held the bundle of Indian currencies that I kept ready for her. Faster than I expected, she grabbed them from me and took them to her chest.

“All these for me sir?” She looked pitifully at my face.

“Yes, this is as a gift and not as an advance. Keep it safely. I will show you your room. Come with me”

I walked to the room I reserved for her and opened the door and let her in. Her hands were crossed on her breasts over the braided hair hanging on it, when she walked passed me to her room.

“Did you like the room?”

“Yes sir, it is very good” Seems she has become active when she got the money.

“I will wait for you in the dressing room ok? Come there after safekeeping the money.”

She came fast to dressing room without wasting the time.

“Remove your underskirt and wear this. I gave her a skirt almost transparent as her underskirt, but reaching barely till her knees.

“Do it here now?” She asked. Oh, so she has decided to impress me, well.

“If you can”

“Ok sir”.

She first wore the half skirt over the full skirt, then lifted it through sides and untied the ribbon of full skirt. Great. Intelligent move. I also want to get a slow exposure only. She let the discarded skirt remain on the floor and stepped out of it, looking down to escape from my gaze all the time but pretending as if she is concentrating on her work. She tied the ribbon of gifted skirt, properly. Stood there without looking at me.

“Excellent. Did you like me?”

No answer. But she deliberately took off the anger from her face and maintained it as much pleasant as possible.

“Now sit here” I showed the dressing chair. She obeyed. I went and stood in front of her.

“Remove this” I pointed towards the Jatti, I am wearing.

“Oh, No sir”

“Do it,”

She turned her face to her left and lifted both her hands to the top line of my jatti.

“You have to look here Ass”. I held both her cheeks with both my hands and turned her head towards me.

With lot of pressure, she turned her head towards my hip, which is located straight in front of her face. I didn’t let her go off my hands. Instead slowly pulled her face near to my crotch, as much as possible. I can feel her resisting, but she is obeying.

Without any further instruction, she slowly started pulling down the only texture on my body. 3 centimeters gone down the line, starting point of prick is exposed. She startled and pulled up the jatti to its previous position.

“What happened? Why you stopped”

“Nothing sir”

“Then carry on,”

She started again and this time it advanced further. Looking down, I can see her staring with fear at the organ that is slowly getting exposed when her action progresses. My penis was so stiff with excitement that before she had to pull down the jatti completely off it, ‘he’ sprang out and bounced almost perpendicular to my body. She pulled her face away from my body to avoid him slap at her nose. I let her head go. Looking away from my penis, she continued her work and pulled off the jatti fully from me. I stepped off it.

I was enjoying each and every expressions on her face. It is filled with Frustration and hatred towards ‘the new comer’. I am sure that she has not seen the organ of a stranger other than her hubby in her life. Also that she will henceforth never look at me without pressure. Am not going to force her. Only want to enjoy her expressions and behaviors.

“Thanks, my Ass, Did you see my penis?”

“Yes” This answer is to escape from me forcing her further.

“Liked it?”

“Ooo hum” she shook her head in no and looked at my face and managed a sorry smile towards me. Then looked away, fully avoiding the organ.

“OK, I don’t want to force you. But remember, this will be our uniform whenever we are alone here ok?”

No answer, but she gestured that she is gonna be obedient.

“Please stand up so that I can remove your Jatti too”

“Oh God, no sir, you don’t do it, I will do it myself” she sprang up from her seat and ran to the other corner of the room.

I sat on the chair and beckoned her near.

“Come here” Obeys hesitantly.

I hold her hips with both the hands and pull her to me. She cupped the groin area over the mini skirt with both her hands.

“What are you fearing? Is it that I will see what is inside?” I looked up at her face.

“Hmm” She nodded and jerked her head away from me

“No I will not. Take off your hands now”

She slowly lifted her hands 2 centimeters away from her cunt.