Mrs. Jyoti and Worker

Mrs Jyoti Seth, CEO of the trading Corp. Stretched back to relax her neck. She had been working for more than 3 hours on this Saturday morning as she planned her marketing strategy for the coming year and was a little tired. She had decided to work on Saturday as that was the only day she could work undisturbed. Except for her assistant Vinod, the offiice was deserted. It was very hot outside, and through her office window she could see the sun beating down outside; although she was comfortable in her cool A/C office. As she casually looked out of the window she saw a construction worker working on the office complex across the street. The heat did not seem to bother him as he methodically cut and bent iron girders for the scaffolding for the roof. He was dressed in a banyan and shorts and his powerful body was drenched with sweat.

She watched him move, smoothly and rhythmically, no jerky motions, his powerful muscles rippling and cording sexily as he swung the hammer over his head and brought it down on the chisel held by his partner against the metal rod, cutting it cleanly in two. His shoulders were wide and strong, slightly curved with the packed strength and his back swept inward down to his high hips and narrow waist. His chest was broad and deeply cleaved, his belly was hard and flat. His torso appeared to be hairless. She could see that his arms and forearms were thick and bulging with muscle. He was quite good-looking, too, with thick, dark hair, a straight nose, a wide mouth and a square jaw. He sported a dark mustache, but his cheeks and chin were clean-shaven. She could see his teeth were strong and white when he bared his lips and exhaled with the exertion.

A strange excitement stabbed Jyoti deep in her belly. She moistened her lips, staring down at the man who worked on oblivious to her gaze. She watched his body move, his muscles and sinews cording and rippling like snakes under his tightly drawn skin. There was not an ounce of fat on his body. She had been so busy lately that she had not had a long relaxing love making session for over a week. As she thought about it, she sighed with desire. She imagined what his hands, hard and callused, would feel like on her breasts and nipples. His tongue would be thick and heavy as it explored her mouth and cunt. And his cock—his cock had to be big and thick and heavy. It would’nt take long to arouse and would last erect for a long time while he invaded her mouth, fucked her tits, ravaged her chut for a long time. An image of Sanjiv’s thick cock splitting her pussy swam before her eyes.. But alas he was gone for another week.

A thin trickle of perspiration started at Jyoti’s throat and trickled sexily down between her large, heavy breasts. She shivered slightly in pleasure. Now, as the rivulet of sweat coursed through her deep cleavage, she felt aroused. Slowly, her nipples hardened and a wet warmth began to spread in her crotch. Her breath came shorter and her lovely lips parted, her nostrils flaring. The words and letters swam before her eyes, retreated out of focus. Jyoti sighed. There was no point in resisting. She had never been able to fight this for any length of time and had long abandoned the pretence. She pushed Away the papers before her, tossed down the ball-point pen and leaned back in her chair with her eyes Closed the sensations spread slowly through her body and she savoured them slowly, with a meditative appreciation. Her cunt was damp and she felt the first, delicious beads of cunt-juice seep between her thighs. She had stopped wearing panties years ago. Slowly she parted her thighs, then pushed them together, rubbing them gently. Her breasts felt heavier and harder and she could sense the quivering tension in her nipples. Without quite being conscious of it, she flicked open the top two buttons of her tight white blouse. It was the kind she wore to work, with a short collar, half-sleeved, and cut tight and short under her breasts which thrust out proudly over its lower hem. The heat fanned out through her loins and body. She shuddered slightly and forced herself to open her eyes. The hunger gnawed at her and she needed desperately to put it to rest. She needed a man to quench the thirst in her cunt. Pure and simple, she needed a hard fuk.

Jyoti made up her mind and stood up. She checked her appearance in the mirror on the side and touched up her lipstick. Then calling out to Vinod that she would be back soon, she took the lift to the ground floor and stepped out on to the street. The heat hit her like wave, but she stood her ground and looked at the worker across the street. The man continued to cut and bend girders. The heat seemed to bounce off his body harmlessly. She walked on her side of the road slowly, her head covered by her dupatta against the heat. As she came opposite the worker, she slowed down even more and looked straight at him. The man, Chotu, glanced up and looked at her. His eyes seemed to bore into her. Her pussy got even wetter as she looked at his fine golden body. Jyoti’s dupatta slipped off her head and down her shoulders as she looked at the man. She licked her lips in excitement and tore her eyes away. The worker saw her dupatta slip down and generous cleavage of her breasts exposed. He saw her low riding saree with belly button exposed. Her demeanor was that of a women of substance and the fine fabric of her saree was further evidence of that. He felt a stirring in his loins and he turned aside to hide it from her view. “Kyaa cheez hai yeh” he muttered under his breath to his partner, who nodded his head sagely. Chotu smiled at Jyoti as she turned her eyes away and walked on slowly. Her body was now on fire and she had to fuk this man. Images of what his cock would be like swam before her eyes.

She circled around the building and came back to her office. She drank 2 glasses of cold water and stood before the A/C for a few minutes to calm her down. She glanced out of the window and saw the man working as before. It was late in the afternoon and soon the workers would be packing off. The she called Vinod, pointed out Chotu to him and asked him to call the worker into her outer office to discuss some construction work to be done at her office. Vinod was a bit puzzled, but complied. He was back in a few minutes and told Jyoti that the man, Chotu was in the front office. “Ask him to wait” said Jyoti and give him some refreshment. “And let him wash up in the bathroom if he wants to”. After about 15-20 minutes, Jyoti asked Vinod to call the man in. Then she told him to call it a day and thanked him for coming in on a Saturday. Vinod found it a little odd that she was staying with the worker alone, but knew better than to argue.”Hello”, Jyoti said to Chotu as she looked at him steadily. Up close, the man was even sexier than her earlier glimpse indicated. He was very muscular and Jyoti could see the sinews in his thick biceps and broad forearms. His chest was wide and deeply cleaved, the twin pectorals Hanging like broad slabs of dark rock. His nipples, just visible at the edge of his singlet were small and dark, pulled wide and low under the armpits which were shorn clean. His torso was sexily hairless. The man looked at her steadily with his deep, dark eyes. A small smile flickered on his lips. He swept his eyes over her with a casual arrogance. He liked what he saw. In her thirties, Jyoti was in the full bloom of matured youth. She was fair-skinned and pretty. Her eyes were soft and dark. A red bindi dotted her forehead. Her dark hair was coiled in a neat bun behind her head. Her face was sweetly rounded, the nose a trifle chubby but anything slimmer would have made her look far too angular. Her chin was soft, yet firm. Her lips were sexy, the upper slimmer, bowed and curled over the fuller, straighter lower lip. Her teeth were very white and even. Her body was rich and full, yet firm, with no indication of flab. Her breasts were large and heavy, big succulent mounds that strained at the tight white blouse. Her belly was round and full. Her hips flared to delectable buttocks, generous and full. Her hands were small and squarish, the fingernails clipped short. Her skin was creamy and smooth and lovely. She wore small pearl eardrops and a gold bangle on one wrist.

The man thought he saw the glint of a mangalsutra disappearing into her cleavage but he couldn’t tell.Slowly, he slid his eyes away from her and looked around the chamber. It was a small, compact office on the first floor of the building. At the other end, a large window with Venetian blinds looked out over the street. Under it was her desk, so that sitting at it, she would have her back to the window. One side of the desk was pressed to the wall, which was ranged with shelves of reference books. A telephone and a computer monitor nestled in a corner of the desk. The surface of the table was green baize, topped with a protective chamfered plate of thick glass. Comfortable swivel chairs for clients were on the other side of the desk. The wall opposite the desk and behind him had shelves and file storage from floor to ceiling. Against the third wall, some distance from the desk and separated by a colourful throw rug was a small divan with cushions. A potted plant nestled in a corner, in a large brass jar.

The man brought his eyes back to Jyoti. She held his gaze.”Hum ko kuch construction karwana hai is building mein” she said “Aur meine aapko kaam karte hua dekha to lagaa ki aap hamara kaam bahut achi tarah kar sakkte hain”.”Haan aap jo chahti hain, who mein bahut achi tarah kar doonga”, said Chotu and smiled at her.Jyoti was taken aback at his double talk, but she liked his forthright style, which was much like her own.”Aap ki body bahut strong hai” said Jyoti with a smile, glancing at his crotch meaningfully.”Mera naam Chotu hai. Aap mujhe Chotu hi bulayiye” he said and looked intently at her navel visible just above her saree. It was large, round and deep. “Bilkul Madhuri Dixit ki tarah hai”, Chotu said to himself; and imagined sroking at it with his cock.”To meri body dekhiye” Chotu said, and moving swiftly he crossed his hands and pulled his singlet vest off his head, tossed it aside. Jyoti licked her lips again. His body was magnificent. The man grinned slowly and flicked open the top button of his shorts.”Ab apni body bhi dikhayiye mujhe. Sari utha lo apni aur chut dikhao mujhe”The lust powered through Jyoti’s body. In an action she found inexplicable later, she bent down to catch the hem of her saree and petticoat and and lifted them above waist. At the time she forgot that she was a highly educated CEO of a company, and she was showing her cunt to a construction worker. He was just a cock She simply had to fuk. She was not waring panties and Chotu’s eyes ran over her again, lingering on her crotch. Her chut-hair was neatly trimmed and sparse, a dark, inviting tuft above her chut-lips which had been shaved clean and were visibly wet. He nodded his approval and ran his tongue over his lips in a suggestive way which normally Jyoti would have found obscene, but now it made her desire even stronger.The man seemed to sense his power over her and now he said very crudely:“Saree utaar de aur idhar aa kar mera lund chus. Nikaal ke chus”, and he stepped towards the divan Jyoti’s breath was short with excitement. She pulled off her saree and undid her petticoat, stepped arround the desk and slipped to her knees before the worker. He waited, feet apart, head bent, watching her. She reached up and with trembling fingers slowly undid the button and peeled down the fly of his shorts. They were baggy and loose and crumpled to his bare feet. Jyoti moaned softly. His cock was huge, bigger than she had dared hope. Still limp, it was at least 6″ inches long, larger than most men’s cocks were when erect. His balls were heavy and low. She noticed with a rush of pleasure that his entire cock-shaft and scrotum were closely shaved. She slid her hands up his strong, muscular thighs, surprisingly thinly haired, to his crotch. Her fingers encircled the thickness of his penis. The man grunted. She groaned and pushed her face into his crotch, nuzzling the springy darkness of his pubic hair. With a deft flick, she pulled back his foreskin. His cock-head was bulbous and thick, bright and moist. Jyoti whimpered and, her eyes half-closed, her lips apart, caressed her face wantonly with his beautiful penis, jerking it deftly in her fingers. The man waited. His loins flickered with arousal. His penis quivered and began to grow slowly. “c’mon! Suck it!” He snapped. “Suck my cock!”

Jyoti moaned at the rough, sexy words. Her lips parted further and her tongue slipped out and swirled over his cock-head. The man grunted, his belly rippling with pleasure. She swept her tongue over his cock-head again, and yet again and then, opening her mouth wide, took his penis deep in her mouth and began to suck it, jerking it constantly in her fist. The man grunted loudly, his head arching back. His hand fell to her head and he began moving it to and fro to suit his pleasure as he pumped his hips back and forth, fucking her face. His cock grew and grew, distending her face. Her cheeks billowed with its size. “Hmmm…aur chus salee mera lund chus ..chusti jaa ..zor se!” He muttered, fucking her mouth unhurriedly. Jyoti’s head rocked back and forth before his crotch. The musky taste and odour of his cock made her head swim. Her hunger mounted and she sucked harder and faster, moaning and whimpering deep in her cock-filled throat. Her mouth was wonderfully warm and moist and there was an electric cunning in her tongue that took his breath away. The man kept up his obscene litany, arousing her further, the words even more erotic in Hindi. “Chus zor se..mera lund kha jaa pura. Aur isko chaat apni tongue se” . “And rub your hard clit Mrs Jyoti Saraogi..I know your cunt is flowing. Oh what a whore”, he grunted.

The lustfire raged in her body. She moaned, lasciviously dragging her tongue over his cock-shaft and balls, lapping and sucking the heavy orbs by turn. The man grunted in pleasure at the feel of her soft face and hair between his thighs. She dragged her tongue up through his groin to his belly, sweeping her tongue through his recessed navel, caressing her face and neck with his cock. Taking the thick, throbbing Cock—now fully eight inches long and correspondingly thick—in her hand, she pushed it down the open neck of her blouse into her cleavage. The man groaned at the softness of her warm breast-sheath. She squeezed her breasts over it, groaning and whimpering her pleasure. He felt her hard nipples rake his shaft and, looking down saw that she was wearing. She was married! The knowledge aroused him even further. A grin of delight split his face. He loved fucking memsahib whores, and the married ones were the best, hungry and insatiable. He pushed her head down again.Jyoti opened out her blouse as she took the labourer’s big cock in her mouth again. Her head swam with excitement at the realisation that he was going to take a lot to satisfy. “Yeh bahut der tak chodega”, she thought hungrily, “Bilkul ki tarah”. Chotu pulled her up from between her breasts and wrapped it on his cock and gave his cock back to her to suck. The symbology was not lost on Jyoti, and she was amazed and excited. He was a better find than she had expected. She moaned thickly, sucking his cock hungrily, fondling her own breasts, rubbing the rough beads of her over his hard cock in her mouth. Every now and then reached down to stroke her clit which seemed to be on fire. The man kept fucking her face, rocking her head back and forth, pumping his hips to and fro, reaching down now and then to fondle her breasts.Mm … Yeh … Keep sucking, bitch … Just you keep sucking … Ahhh uhhh yeh … Oh fuk yes … That’s good … Mm … Yeh … That’s it, whore … Suck it … C’mon, bitch, suck harder! Suck harder, whore! Harder! Yeh uhhh c’mon slut … Do it! Suck my prick, bitch! Keep sucking!”

It took several minutes longer before he pushed her head away at last and motioned her to the settee at the other end of the room. They tossed the pillows to the floor and Jyoti went down on the sofa on her back, spreading her legs wide, lifting and bending her knees, offering herself to the man. “fuk me,” she said, her voice husky and sibilant. “Meri chut ko chod de zor se”. The man grinned, flashing his strong teeth. He moved over her and, bending his head, kissed her hard. This surprised her. Most guys like him didn’t bother. She arched steeply under him, responding at once, caressing his dark hair, sucking on his tongue as it invaded her mouth, jerking his cock with her hand. The man broke the kiss and moved his lips to her breasts. Jyoti moaned, shuddering in pleasure as his thick, rough tongue swirled over her quivering breast-tip, whipping it rapidly. Then his lips clamped on her breast and he sucked hard, let go, sucked again, nibbled her nipple, dragged it across his teeth and the roof of his mouth. Hot lust leaped from her breast and she gasped, arching under him, her hips writhing erotically. “OHHHHHH karte jao..rukna mut ohhh mere mammon ko chuste raho!” She moaned.

The man moved to the other breast. He thought her looked very sexy on her creamy, fair skin. He plucked the long chain in his lips and sucked her nipples and breasts through it, rasping the metal over her tender flesh. Jyoti whimpered, twisting and writhing under him, her face flipping from side to side, creased in a radiance of excitement. The man’s fingers dipped down over her belly to her crotch. She groaned, arching her hips and he slid a thick, long finger into her cunt and began masturbating her slowly, knuckling her gorged clitoris. Jyoti cried out, her hips bucking and lurching under his arm, her head flipping from side to side, her face a mask of lust. Her cunt streamed with juice and her breasts felt Hot and swollen, the nipples aching stiff.“Oh uhhh yes … Oh god yes uhh yes uhhh yes … Ohhh uhhh Yes!” She cried.Chotu chuckled dryly and, releasing her breasts from the torment of his mouth, moved down and thrust his face into her crotch. “Oh…hanh uhh hanh uhhh hanh aur kar zor se kar..meri chut ko chod apni jeeb se.. OHHHHHH!” Jyoti cried. The man’s tongue was thick and heavy and relentless. It slipped into her cunt with his fingertip, probing and exploring her sodden cunt-flesh, flickering over her stiff, quivering clitoris, whipping it back and forth, sharpening and curling in on itself and pushing in further still. Her hands twined in his hair and she moved his head round and round in her crotch, her back arched, her head flung back, her swollen breasts thrust up and out between her outstretched arms. The heat was uncontainable in her cunt. She moaned, caressing her swollen breasts with one hand in a sensuous, wanton fashion. The man lapped at her juices, toyed with her clitoris, gently rolled his tongue up and down along her tender cunt-lips. Her cunt-juice was heady and sticky and its taste and smell aroused him. Jyoti was on the verge of a violent orgasm when he stopped, sensing the quickening convulsions of her cunt on his finger. He moved up over her on the sofa. She hissed in pleasure, arching her groin to his, her hands running up and down his thick biceps and broad shoulders, over his deep chest. He knelt between her thighs, bent over her on his outstretched arms. She reached down and guided his cock to her cunt.

“Chod na salle. Fuk me,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “Chod zor se..apna lund de ..chod chod chod mujhe” said Jyoti repeating words that only Sanjiv has been able to get out of her with his intense fucking. Here she was saying them all to a construction worker, but she did’nt care. Her voice, husky and low, and her words, outrageous in a memsahib’s mouth and utterly erotic, inflamed his passion. He paused with his cock-head at her cunt-lips and then, flexing his buttocks, thrust down into her in one smooth, piercing stroke. His cock burst into her tight, wet cunt and surged inexorably deeper and deeper, plowing into her flesh. Jyoti gasped, her back bowing steeply under his, her groin meshing against his, the breath hissing from her throat, her head arching back, her mouth torn open. Her cunt convulsed in a hapless frenzy on his throbbing cock. “OHHHHHHH!” She gasped in delirious joy, her fingers tightening on his bulging biceps. “OHHHH uhhh haan, haan aur zor se..yes yes!” His cock felt like a white-hot iron poker in her flesh. The man groaned softly, his eyes hooding, his head arching back as the heat of her tight, wet cunt enveloped his throbbing penis. His buttocks flexed taut, and, burying his cock deep in her cunt, he paused, his chest heaving, pursing his lips in tension, fighting the roiling fires in his loins. Jyoti drew her feet up the backs of his legs, heaving her cunt to his cock. “Oh god yes!” She gasped. “Yes, Chotu fuk me! God that’s good! Fuk me hard! C’mon, … Fuk me! Take me! Do whatever you like to me..just keep fucking. Fuk me like a whore!. Ohhh..ohhh

The man grunted and began fucking her with deep, skewering thrusts, plunging steeply in and out of her cunt, his hips snapping smartly with each thrust, his buttocks flexing and unflexing in a powerful rhythm. His buttocks rose and fell, bobbing up and down over her heaving thighs as she moved in unison with him. His cock glistened with their combined juices as it went in and out of her cunt. Wathing from the doorway, Vinod watched in fascination as the man fucked his memsahib like a gutterslut. He had come back, wirrying about her welfare . He could see the man’s heavy balls pressing to her cunt-lips and saw, Too, the radiance of unfaked lust on her lovely face as it flipped from side to side, her eyes closed, her mouth open in loud, lewd lust calls. He had fantasised about fucking his sexy Jyoti memsahib a few times, but she kept her distance from him, maintaining office dignity “hanh uh hanh uhhh ohhhh uhhh ohma uhhh OHHHH uhh ohma uhhh OHHHHH uhhhh OHHHHHH!” She called. “Yes! Fuk me! Fuk me hard!”“Yeh le saali chuddakadi..mera lund le is ka mazaa le khoob!” The man responded. Faster and faster the man went, and Jyoti’s fair-skinned body jerked and lurched on the sofa under his thrusts, her large breasts wobbling and jiggling furiously, her nipples rigid and quivering, her on her creamy skin. Goaded by her rising cries of joy, the man moved faster still, with crushing, ramming thrusts now, reaming deep into her, each thudding thrust drawing a choking, broken sob of pure joy from her throat. His cock went up and down and in and out like a mechanised triphammer at full blast. Jyoti began to orgasm, her hips heaving and writhing frantically under his, her body arching and bowing in a frenzy of joy. Her cunt spasmed on his cock and the man flung his head back and groaned, struggling for control as the heat of her orgasm swamped his cock. He kept fucking her hard, ramming deep into her, prolonging the orgasm, making her cry out ecstatically. Gradually, her orgasm waned. The man slowed his motions and, bending, kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

She moaned and whimpered, writhing eagerly under him, delighted that he had not lost control. “Kya chuddakadi hai tu” he growled. “Ek memsahib, aur aisee achi chuddakadi. Aur lund chahiye?” The glitter in her eyes was all the answer he needed. He grinned and slid slowly out of her cunt, making her gasp at the release in pressure. He got up and made her turn around on her front, facing the other way, seeing Vinod in the doorway. Her humiliation was intense at seeing him there, but the raging fire in her cunt stronger. He got to his knees behind and, taking his cock in his hand, slowly squeezed it into her cunt from behind. On her forearms and knees on the settee, her luscious breasts pendulous, her dangling, Jyoti bit her lower lip and moaned as the huge cock-head burst into her cunt. Her head arched. The man gripped her juicy fleshy hips and drove his cock deeper into her body. It surged inward, crushing through her molten cunt-flesh, mashing her gorged clitoris in its passage. “Oh! Ahhhhhhhhh phar diya tune zalim OHHHHH!” Jyoti’s cry rang out in the quiet room. Her head snapped up, her face twisting in of lust, her eyes screwed shut, her lips jerked back over her white teeth, her mouth wide open. Vinod stared at the spasms of lust on her face. He could see her heavy, swollen breasts, hanging like succulent melons, jiggling as the man drove his hips into her buttocks. The, one end crumpled on the sofa seat. His cock buried deep in her cunt, the man paused, swung one leg off the sofa, straightened it and put his foot on the floor, drawing it further up the line of her body.

He raised his other knee and pushed his foot up the sofa on the other side of her body. Now he was standing astride her flared hips, his hands on her waist, his cock embedded in her cunt. He ran his hands up under her body and squeezed her heavy breasts, leaning over her and nuzzling the nape of her neck.Jyoti groaned, shuddering and writhing at the caress, bowing her head, her chest heaving. Her breasts were hot and heavy in his hands and she groaned thickly, biting her lower lip as he pinched and tweaked her stiff nipples. She turned her face over her shoulder and the man jammed his mouth to hers, Kissing her deeply, thrusting his tongue between her lips. Her buttocks squirmed in his crotch. Slowly, he broke the kiss and straightened his back, his hands now gripping her shoulders. With a quick jerk, he ran his hips back, then drove them brutally forward again, yanking her body back down against his with his hands on her shoulders. Jyoti cried out thinly, her face twisting in a renewed paroxysm of lust. “OHHHHHH uhh ah uhh ah uh OHHHHH!” The man chuckled, did it again and yet again. Jyoti’s body jerked under his, her breasts jiggling and wobbling with his savage pillaging of her cunt. The man grunted and began to fuk her with steep, skewering, jabbing, ramming thrusts, jerking her body back and forth, yanking her cunt up and down the length of his massive penis. Jyoti’s broken sobs of pleasure were sharp in Vinod’s ears. He couldn’t take his eyes off his memsahib and her fucker. “Ohhhh uhhhh ohma uhhh ohhh uhhh yes! Fuk me! Ohhhh uhhhh yes uhh oh god oh god ohma uhh ohma uhh hanh uh hanh uhhh hanh uhh fuk me! Fuk me hard! Hanh uhh hanh uh hanh uhhhh OHHHHH!” Fucking her mercilessly, his face taut, his powerful muscles rippling and cording, the man looked up and saw Vinod’s pop-eyed expression. He grinned.

“Hey, you, hero!” He called and Vinod’s eyes snapped to him. “Your memsahib’s a right awesome fucker? Hot piece of ass all right! Likes being stuffed with a big cock, right? Don’t you, Mrs Jyoti? Answer me!”He roared at her, hammering his hips at her buttocks, ramming his cock savagely into her cunt. Jyoti cried out thinly, her face twisting and contorting in a spasm of lust, deeply inflamed by his rough treatment and harsh words.“Yes!” She cried. “Oh god yes! Ohh uhhhhh ohhh uhhh yes oh god yes!”“See?” The man cried exultantly. “See, what’d I tell you? Like it, eh, cunt? Like my cock?”“Yes!” She responded.He kept fucking her with his brutal thrusts, ramming and reaming his huge cock into her cunt, mauling her breasts viciously. Jyoti loved it, being used like this, like some cheap gutter-slut. All the shackles of her stifling middle-class milieu fell away and she was raw, elemental, utterly basic.“Yes!” She cried. “I like it! I like your fat cock in my cunt … Fuk me, Chotu … Fuk me hard! Fuk me … Fuk me … Fuk me … Fuk me like a whore!” The man cackled gleefully, pummelling her buttocks with his thighs. His cock appeared and disappeared between the smooth curves of her buttocks. As Jyoti moaned and cried out, her body jerking and lurching, her swollen breasts jiggling and wobbling violently, the man laughed out loud, his thighs slapping audibly at her buttocks, his hands crushing her breasts, kneading and squeezing the heavy mounds.

“See!” He cried. “Listen to that! Listen to the whore, kid! Listen to the slut ask for more! ”Vinod felt a surge of sexual power rear up from his cock . Seeing Mrs Jyoti Saraogi fuk a common labourer like a low class whore, his desire to fuk her reached a frenzy. He had been turned on by Jyoti’s juicy chuttars under her tightly draped silk sarees and today he wanted to fuk them. Chotu had already ravaged Jyoti’s cunt as he had fucked her from behind, and now Vinod wanted to really fuk her ass. The lust and pleasure on Jyoti’s face were marked, and obviously unfaked and Vinod figured that this was an opportunity that may never come again. He tapped the labourer on his shoulder and signalled him to get out of Jyoti’s cunt.

“I want to fuk her butt,” he said in a voice choked in excitement“You want to fuk your memsahib’s ass”, he said in astonishment. Jyoti herself could not believe what she heard. Her docile and soft assistant wanted to fuk her ass! Jyoti tried to get up from the settee, but she never made it. Vinod quickly pushed his cock-head between her buttocks to her tight, puckered asshole. Vinod pushed Jyoti forward, bending her steeply forward on the sofa, her body angled downward, her fingers clenching the edges. Vinod’s cock-head throbbed at her anus. “Kya kar raha hai Vinod chor mujhe” she said. Vinod just grunted and bent his cock down to slide it in her cunt to wet it, then pushed it forward on her ass. It yielded under the pressure and his cock-head popped into her rear channel. Jyoti’s head jerked up and her face contorted in a savage grimace of pain and ecstasy. Jyoti did not normally allow her ass to be fucked, and had done it only rarely. This time the pain was not that intense. “OH! Uh! Oh! Uh! Oh! Uh! OHHHHH!” She cried.

“Ahhhhh!” Vinod gasped, gritting his teeth, his fingers digging into the softness of her creamy buttocks, his head flung back. He flexed his buttocks and ground his hips forward. His cock squeezed deeper and deeper into Jyoti’s tight rear channel. Jyoti’s fingers tightened on the edge of the bed and her face creased in enjoyment, now no trace of pain. His cock felt wonderful in her anus, hot and hard, searing inexorably inward. Deeper and deeper it went, and Vinod groaned, burying his entire cock in her anus, his thighs pressing to her buttocks. She whimpered, writhing her buttocks erotically in his crotch. Vinod gasped, running his hands down her body to squeeze her breasts. Vinod now felt that he had reached a higher plane of power as he fucked his stern memsahibs ass and she fucked him back my wriggling her buttocks.

Meanwhile Chotu came around to the front and gave his cock to Jyoti to suck again. He looked at her directly in the eye, and saw an intense lust there. He was sure that he would be making many trips to this office later Vinod’s cock ground in and out of her anus, glistening and gleaming with their juices. She moaned and shuddered, rocking to and fro under him. Each thrust rocked her forward on Chotu’s cock in her mouth and Jyoti starting sucking him in tune with Vinod’s rhythm. Her body rocked and jerked under Vinod’s thrusts, her heavy breasts jogging and bouncing, dragging along the sofa-seat. Vinod wanted to mutter obsceneties at Jyoti, but his office conditioning did not allow him to do it. He just moaned thickly, his hands on her hips, pulling her anus up and down the length of his cock. Vinod sensed that Jyoti’s body was now quivering close to orgasm. He stopped suddenly, jerking his cock out of her ass and, quickly, pushing it down, rammed it heavily into her cunt. Jyoti cried out thinly, lurching and jerking as he fucked her cunt furiously, hammering his hips at her buttocks, reaming his cock deep into her slit. Jyoti exploded, her fingers scrabbling at the edge of the sofa. Vinod jerked rapidly in Jyoti’s cunt , starting to spurt and pulled his cock to cum on her back and buttocks. He gently massaged her clit from behind to quieten her body.

As Jyoti exploded, Chotu jerked his cock rapidly in her mouth and he too exploded, spurting cum all over Jyoti’s face, and dripping down her neck to her tits, running to her nipples and wetting.After the vigorous fucking session, Jyoti dressed up and talked about her construction project with Chotu. Now she was crisp and business-like with no trace of the whore like fucking she was doing just some minutes ago. Vinod knew her ability to concentrate fully on work, which was the reason for the huge success of Trading Company; but this transformation was beyond Chotu’s understanding. In the end, just as Chotu was leaving, she said: “I have a friend who runs a garment export house. She also has need for a good construction worker. Come here next Saturday, same time, and I will ask her to be present to discuss her needs with you.