Part 6 – Slutty Secretary

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Year 1993 took me out of my comfort zone and basically shook me out. It was an eventful year for me. On one side I had to terminate my sexual relationship with Falguni and on the other hand, fate kept me away from her. My job took me to a temporary posting to West Bengal (Midnapore, now a hot bed of Maoist activity). It also opened up a new opportunity to flirt and bed women from the East. I had always known them to be as Bhaudis (Sister-in-law in Bengali).

I will not mention the name of my company because there is high level of possibility that it will reveal the names of the women involved.

I worked as an engineer with an electrical equipment supplying company. As a part of our training programme, we were asked to visit various factories around the country and meet our customers. One such visit entailed me to visit Midnapore near Calcutta. We had a feeder factory there and as such the staff there was bare minimum.

Poonam was a secretary cum telephone operator cum stores manager cum taxi operator. She was rich by Midnapore standards and her husband owned at least 4 cars that I knew of and operated a private taxi service in the town. Two of them were in the regular service of our company and one of them was driven by Poonam herself.

To describe Poonam: She was heavily built, plump and a typical Bengali. She wore large red bindis. She was voluptuous and had huge breasts that more often than not made us ignore her build. She was very sexy and had extremely sexy eyes. Large and lotus shaped. Thick pouting lips. She wore tight low-cleavage blouses under transparent saris that left nothing to imagination. Some of we trainees would often cut short our fieldwork and return to the factory to spend some time with her and have fun. Yes she was fun loving and realising we were bachelors away from home often joked and gave us good company. But we had other ideas. We used to return to our rooms and rush to the loo to shag our balls out.

We discovered later that she had stock of porn magazines for us, horny that we were. Debonair, Fantasy, smuggled issues of Playboy and Penthouse were much in circulation. Much later we further discovered that she also ran a circulating library of porn books and video cassettes. I was getting hornier by the day on hearing of Poonam’s exploits.

Poonam stayed very close to our rooms and often during the evenings she used to drop some of us in her car. I used to utilise every chance of getting into the car with her. However, I was jealous of one Manoj who happened to be gaining her confidence and possibly favours. He was very friendly with her husband too.

It was a Sunday and all of us as usual woke up very late. Manoj had a relative in Calcutta and had left the previous evening to visit them. And he was my roomie. On Sunday at around 10:00 am, I had just finished my bath and was in a towel. The TV was on and a sexy rain song was going on. I was watching and saw the heroine drenched and the hero smooching her waist and proceeding upwards to land his kisses on her bosom and neck and ending in an invisible kiss on the lips. My staff was hardening at the sight and I did not realise the huge hill it had created.

The doorbell rang. I had missed hearing a car drive down in front of us. I opened the door. Poonam was in her voluptuous best in her usual synthetic transparent pink sari. Her huge mammaries bursting out of a clearly visible black bra under a thin flimsy pink blouse. Her left breast was visible and exposed. The small cut of her cleavage just peeking out of the sari aroused me rapidly and I was finding it tough to hold on. I stared at her breast like I had never seen it before.

She asked for Manoj and I gave her the facts as fast as I could. Her eyes wandered down to the newly erected tent. In my clumsy attempt to hide the obvious, I dropped my towel and I ended up holding my tool in my hand.

She laughed and looked around quickly. She darted in to the room and locked the door behind her. I was numb. My towel was down and I was standing there naked in front of this woman doing nothing, but holding onto erect penis.

She held my other hand and dragged me away from the window where I was standing. She immediately knelt down and taking my penis in her hand began to stroke me slowly. I had closed my eyes at the sudden developments, trying to comprehend the pleasures that were being forced upon me. My heart was beating fast.

I spread my legs. My breathing was returning to normal as I took in the feel of her hand on my hot rod of flesh. She adjusted herself. She had dropped her pallu and from where I stood I saw everything that lay inside the shackles of her black bra. My organ stiffened in her hand and let go a small spurt of precum. She touched the tip of my penis with her forefinger and smeared my cum all along my shaft.

She got up and led me to my bed.
I was not sure if I should go ahead with what she was leading me to. I was nervous, of course. She was rich, politically connected and influential. Verbal flirting was okay, but sex? I was not sure at all.

I asked, “Are you sure of what you are doing?”
“As if you guys never want this. Manoj has been sleeping with me for the past several weeks, and so is your boss. Now do you want to fuck me or not?”, she asked.

I nodded feebly. My hand wandered to the throbbing flesh in pain. I sat at the edge of the cot. She asked me to undress her. I slowly unwound her sari and threw it aside. She looked more desirable. Her huge breasts were straining against her blouse and I could see her thick nipples against her bra. My instinct was to grab her by her waist and mouth her milky melons.

This was getting warmer and hotter. I needed patience. This was more than I had ever asked for. I was taking my own time to strip her, relishing the sight of her voluptuous body revealing itself slowly as one garment after another disappeared. I pulled the string of her petticoat and it fell to her feet. She had very fat thighs and legs, almost pillars. They converged to the intersection where beneath her panties lay the bushy piece of marvel. Her legs were smooth and relatively paler than the rest of her body. She had massive thighs.

I knelt on the floor in front of her and wrapped my arms around her legs and brought my face close to her panties. I sniffed at her inhaling hard taking in the musky fragrance of her secretions. I kissed her legs and she spread her legs slightly allowing me access to her inner thighs. Moving upwards I kissed and bit the flesh on her thighs and hips. I turned her around and bit her huge butt. She squealed. I pulled her panty to reveal her buttocks. They looked very sexy. I was longing to push her down and force my dick into her arse.

I helped her take her panty off her legs and turned her around. I dug my face into her bush. I licked her cunt. She was oozing her cunt juices already.

I lapped at her secretions. Picking up her clit with between my teeth and tongue, I pushed her repeatedly into orgasms, licking more and more of her salty juices. It seemed there was no end to this.

By now, she was kneeling in front of me. She took my wet cock and fondled it. She gripped my member and started to shake it slowly at first and then slowly increasing the momentum.

I held her hand and asked her to stop. I lay sprawled on the floor and my dick was hard, hot and erect and wet with my precum. She came on top of me and kissed me. She was heavy and I was struggling under her. She eased herself and knelt with her knees on either side of me. She kissed me and I returned her kiss. Our lips searched each other’s oral cavities for the elixir. She looked sexy and smelt good. I still couldn’t believe my luck and what was happening to me. To know that all this was for Manoj and not me. Unlucky bastard, that Manoj.

I moved my hands up from her naked waist to her blouse. I was waiting for her breasts. They were large. Really large. DD Size or bigger. We continued kissing each other as I began to slowly unbuttoning her blouse. I pulled it off her chest and arms. She had worn a black bra that barely held back the globes of mammaries. Her cleavage was prominent as the bra cups pushed the ample flesh outwards. I held her head and pulled her towards me to feel the soft milk jugs against my chest. She rubbed herself against me giving me a hardness that I never felt before. I was wondering if I could perform with this hardened numbness.

She led my hand to her back and said, “Mujhe khol do” (Release me).
I understood what she meant. I moved my hands behind her back and found the hooks. I unhooked her bra and slowly dragged it off her body as she lay over me with her breasts pressed against my chest.

She lifted herself off me and kissed me on my lips and moved upwards so that her breasts were bang opposite my face. It was the first time I was seeing her breasts since she arrived. Two of the largest breasts hung invitingly above me like full udders of a milch cow. Her nipples were an inch long and centered on what could have been areolae of two inches diameter. Her nipples seemed wet, but I had my doubts whether her tanks contained the life sustaining milk.

I was dumbstruck at the sheer size of her boobs. She was waiting but I was making no move. She moved her breasts closer to my face. The fragrance was all the more intoxicating me. I just lay there, her large udders hanging over my face, with my mouth wide open. It had gone dry. I was still admiring her beauty. My hands were still behind her back. She perhaps couldn’t wait longer.

She crushed me under her and pushed her nipples into my open mouth. I instinctively closed my mouth over her breast and began to suck. My primitive postnatal instincts came to life as I began to suck hard. She had no breast milk however. But her nipples tasted good. Somewhat salty at first due to the sweat. I licked her breast and bit into her flesh leaving my teeth marks all over her. I shifted focus on the other udder. By now she was in my firm grasp. She was holding my head underneath to present herself in a very comfortable position as I suckled her.

I turned and rolled over her as I continued to suck her. I kept alternating between her two globes. I lay over her completely. Unlike me she could bear my weight upon her. My rock hard penis was against her wet pubis. She lifted herself carefully and wrapped her huge pillar like thighs around me. I was completely encased inside her. I continued to relish her breasts. I wondered among all these activities how much milk they could hold for her baby. I am sure her husband might have had a ball of a time drinking the excess milk.

I pulled at her nipples and pressed her breasts. Squeezing them and kneading them in my hands like dough. I looked up at her. She was moaning in ecstasy as she began to thrust her cunt against my prick. Her size prevented me from a comfortable entry into her wetness. We had to think of an alternative position. I couldn’t have entered her from the rear either. Her massive butt posed an obstruction.

I paused my sucking and I moved up to kiss her lips and face. I licked her. She rolled me over and moved over me. Kissing me all over and licking me and moistening my smooth skin all over. Covering me with her saliva. As she moved down over me, my prick brushed her breasts and I instantly came all over her breasts. I sprayed my cum all over chest. I was embarrassed at my own quickness. No handling and we were yet to begin. And I had spent my load on her.

She moved up again. Sucking on my lips and telling me not to worry.
“I will make you cum again”. You can do it again, she said.

She resumed her licking me on the way down. My penis was still erect and hard, inspite of the ejaculate on her breasts. She moved closer to my penis. And wrapped her mouth on the wet but hard organ. She sucked out the remaining cum and licked me all over. She smacked her lips. She collected the cum off her breast and licked her palms. She engulfed my penis inside her mouth and began to suck me again.

I was dying under her. I wanted the climax of today’s activity to be inside her hot cunt. I told her that I wanted to come inside her cunt. She told me to be patient. As she continued to suck my penis.

After about 10 minutes, she stopped just as I was feeling the pressure building up in my testicles. She literally picked me up and pushed me onto the bed. She lay next to me with her hips at the corner of the cot. I stood up and positioned myself between her legs, as she opened up and lifted her legs to show her pussy. She opened up the folds to expose the hole.

I held my prick in my hand and stimulated her organ. She dove for her purse, which was next to her head. She brought out a condom and asked me wear it. I refused. I had never worn them. “I brought this for Manoj. Put it on”, she commanded. I refused.

She got up and unwrapped and rolled the ribbed condom over my hard shaft. “I don’t do without it. Only my husband gets to do without it”, she said. I accepted, since I had no option. I guided my shaft into her pussy. And I literally slipped into the depths of heaven. I could smell her sex. I began to move back and forth. She was tightening her vice like grip around my prick with her vaginal muscles. I began to hump this sexy woman, pumping away my seed into the condom around me.

I held her breasts and squeezed them. She was holding my hands and pressing me further into her mammaries. I bent over her and kissed her lips. She was writhing in sensual pain and ecstasy. I was taking longer than I thought. I paused to catch my breath and bent to have a quick suck of her breast.

I began to pump more vigorously now and I was slowly advancing into climax. She had already cum four times in as many minutes and realised that I was about to come inside the condom. She pulled me out and I was shocked. She pulled me up to her and literally made me kneel over her face with my prick near her mouth. She removed the condom and asked me to fuck her mouth. Here I was about to climax and the sudden interruption sent me back by another four minutes. I positioned her so that I did not have any problems. She rested herself against the backrest. I knelt beside her, knees beside her hips. She slipped down a little to face my organ. She took my organ and mouthed it and began to suck. I held her face with one hand and the backrest of the cot with the other. I took over the control and began to move in and out of her mouth. I began to fuck her mouth as she drew in her cheeks to grip my moving piston. I was coming closer to climax and then within 2 minutes of further fucking, I sent in a huge load of semen down her throat as she held on to my organ, taking in all the fluid that came in quick and large spurts. I spurted about 6-7 times, I think and all carried big gobs of semen down her throat. She gulped dowm fast and she sucked me dry.

My penis began to grow limp and I withdrew from her cum filled mouth. She licked my penis coated with my cum. She licked it clean.

I collapsed on her and rolled over to her side. She turned and offered me her breast for me to suck. This was a welcome offering and I grabbed her nipple. I buried myself in her breasts taking care not to be suffocated in the lumps of flesh. We regained our breaths. I was sure I couldn’t repeat the exercise again.

I was tired and briefly felt sleepy. My cock was aching and so were my hips. When I felt better and opened my eyes, I saw her tucking in her sari and pinning up her blouse. She was getting ready to leave. I got up. I was still naked and my penis had regained it vigour and was semi-erect. She hugged me and kissed my penis. It grew in size immediately. She knelt and gave me a quick blowjob as I held on to her. I took over from her and began to pump into her mouth and she helped. Within minutes I had sent in another load of semen down her throat. She swallowed it and wiped her sore mouth. She kissed me and then went for a mouth wash and gargle. She kissed me once again and hugged me. I bent and kissed her breasts, mouthing her nipples from outside her blouse. I wet the blouse around her nipples.

I thanked her and told her, “Phir se karogi kya?” (Will you do it again?)
“Aaj ? Abhi nahin. Mujhe jana hoga. Manoj ke liye aayi thi. Lekin tum mil gaye. Karna chahoge phir kabhi?”
I nodded.
(Today? Not now. I have to leave. I had come for Manoj. But got you. Would you like to do it sometime?)

“To chal. Tereko bhi line mein laga deti hoon”
(Then come on. I will include in the line)

“Matlab?” (Means?)

“Tu akela todi hai? Manoj hai, tera boss hai, mere mister hain, aur bhi log hain. Ek din mein maximum do ke saath karti hoon. Subah ek, sham ya raat ko ek. Tera time bata, kab suitable hai?”
(You are not the only one. Manoj is there, your boss is there, my husband is there, and many others. I do it with a maximum of two people in a day. One in the morning and one in the evening or night. You tell me your time, when is it suitable for you?)

I listended to her and then mentioned, “I will call you and let you know soon. Site pe kaam bahut hai and I cannot tell when it is suitable right now” (There is a lot of work at site)

“You tell me, only then I can put you in my list”

We kissed once again and I saw her off at the door. I closed it behind me and glanced at the watch on my table. It had been 2 hours !!!!