Mumtaz and her Thief Husband Imran – Part 1

“Sir, please take back the complaint. If FIR is registered, Imran can’t get his passport verification done. His visa is ready, and he will fly to UAE in 15 days. Anyway, you have fired him, and I will work here till the amount is cleared. Please consider this seeing me, Sir,” Mumtaz said, crying with folded hands.

Mumtaz and her husband have been working in my company for the past 2 years. Imran was around 30 years old and a site supervisor. Mumtaz was 30 years old and worked as a CAD computer operator in my office.

Last week, Imran stole one ton of steel from the site when I was not in town, thinking that I wouldn’t notice.  But security guys alerted me, and I filed a complaint at the local Police Station.

Both Imran and Mumtaz had come to my office around 7 pm when I was about to leave. All my staff had gone, and I was alone in my office. I was sitting on the sofa. Mumtaz was standing a few feet away from me with folded hands. Her husband was standing near the office door, not able to face me.

“I want to teach him a lesson so that he won’t steal again in another company. Seventy thousand is not a big amount, but the trust is. I can’t let him go so easily. He has to pay for his crime, Mumtaz,” I said firmly.

Mumtaz broke down hearing me, and I said,” Stop crying, for God’s sake, Mumtaz. I don’t blame you. It’s your husband who is to be blamed.”

“We have taken a home loan thinking that he will go to UAE and earn a good salary. If he doesn’t go and stays here, he won’t get a job here, too, because of the case. I beg you, Sir, please,” Mumtaz said, who had stopped crying by now.

“He should have thought before committing the theft. Sorry, Mumtaz, I can’t do anything. I am answerable to my partners. You both can leave,” I said, trying to get up. Mumtaz looked disturbed and, with a strange determination on her face. She said, “I am willing to do anything if you take the case back, Sir.”

I was stunned to hear her and sat back on the sofa. I looked at Mumtaz. I was wearing a white kurta and black leggings. The kurta had buttons in the front till the neck. She was wearing a dupatta covering her head as a hijab. The loose ends of the dupatta were resting on her chest, hiding her tiny treasures.

Mumtaz knew that I was having an affair with my secretary Rajini, who is still single. I never saw Mumtaz in the sex angle, though she was not that bad-looking. I knew she was married to Imran, and I didn’t want complications. I stared at Mumtaz.

She removed her hijab from her head and dropped the dupatta to the floor. I saw her small tits protruding from her kurta. But she had a good figure and a bit of big-sized buttocks. I didn’t know what to reply as she gave me a direct invitation in front of her husband.

“What do you think you are doing? Please, both of you, leave my office right now,” I said angrily, offended at her indecent proposal.

“We will leave when you assure me that you will take the case back, Sir?” Mumtaz said with a firm tone.

“What are you intending to do now, Mumtaz?” Looking at her husband and turning back at Mumtaz.

“I am willing to do anything. You can deduct the money Imran has stolen from my salary till it’s even. After that, if you still want me to work here, I will or else I will quit. I am doing this for you to take the complaint back, Sir,” Mumtaz said taking her fingers to her kurta top button.

“No need, you can go, and I will take back the complaint in the morning,” I said, wanting the couple out of my office ASAP.

“I know you are a good man, Sir. But I don’t want your charity. Let Imran also feel what I had to go through because of his mistake. Maybe he will become a better person if not a better husband,” Saying Mumtaz removed the top three buttons of her kurta. Her white bra was visible.

Horrified, I said, turning to Imran, “Take your wife and leave my office right now, Imran.”

“She is an adamant woman, Sir. She won’t budge if I say too. If you want, I will go out and you can talk and convince her,” Imran said in a low tone.

“Stay right here, namak haram and see what I have to go through for your misdeeds,” Mumtaz said to her husband angrily. Turning to me, she said,” Let that bastard stay here, Sir.”

The way the couple were speaking, I knew they were not on good terms with each other. I didn’t want to get mixed up in their marital problems. By now, Mumtaz had removed her kurta’s buttons till her midriff. Her flat tummy was visible, along with stretch marks.

I remembered her telling me that she had a child. Pushing the kurta flaps aside, revealing her white bra concealing her small breasts, Mumtaz said to Imran, “Come and show your wife’s boobs to Sir, bastard.” Imran meekly came near his wife and stood beside her.

They both looked at each other. I saw hatred in Mumtaz’s eyes for her husband. “Show them to Sir, Namard. You have not seen them in a long time as you were busy with your cousin sister. Let Sir see your wife’s tits.”

“Stop,” I shouted.

But Imran lifted his wife’s bra cups, and Mumtaz’s breasts popped out. I was shocked. They were not as small as I thought, but a handful with nipples protruding out like bullets, and they were hard. Unknowingly, my cock stirred in my briefs, indicating that it was enjoying what it was seeing.

Before I could realize what was happening, Mumtaz came towards me and kneeled in front of me. Mumtaz’s bosom was a few feet away from my eyes. I saw a mischief in her eyes as she exposed her breasts to me unabashedly in front of her husband.

Imran was standing behind, watching his wife with a distant look on his face. I just sat like a zombie as Mumtaz displayed her upper treasures. My hands were sweating, watching Mumtaz getting bold with me. Mumtaz took both hands and placed them on her breasts.

She said, “I know you are a bull. Are you feeling shy because my husband is here? Don’t worry about him. You can do whatever you want with my body. But please take the case back, Sir.” My hands cupped both her breasts, and they felt a bit spongy like used ones.

My thumbs tweaked her nipples, which got stiffer due to my attention on them. Mumtaz’s moaning brought her face close to my ears, and she whispered,” I wanted your hands on my tits for a long time, but I didn’t have the courage to express it.”

Saying she moved back and said loudly, “Do you want to suck them?” Before I could answer her, Mumtaz said to her husband, “Sir wants to suck your wife’s tits. Come and give it to him, bastard.” I took my hands off her breasts, seeing Imran coming forward.

He cupped the right breast and pulled Mumtaz forward so that her tit was in front of my mouth. I hesitated, and Mumtaz said, “Suck me, Sir. You don’t have to feel guilty. He has to be blamed. If you suck me, I will feel that you have pardoned my husband.”

I looked up at Imran, who was holding his wife’s breasts. Then, at Mumtaz, who had a kinky smile. Then, at her breast, which was being offered. Stretching my tongue out, I gave a few licks and slowly took her nipple in my mouth. I felt Mumtaz’s hand behind my head urging me to suck.

I felt a few tiny drops of milk on my tongue and knew she was lactating. I gorged on her breast, trying to take the whole breast flesh in my mouth. But I was not able to. I sucked her for a few seconds and stopped when I heard Mumtaz saying, “Please suck my other tit, too, Sir.”

Releasing the right, I took the left, which Mumtaz was holding and offering to me. I again felt a few tiny drops of milk oozing out from her nipple pores. Mumtaz whispered again near my ears, “Are you not curious to see me down? I shaved it in the morning just for you, Sir.”

I took my mouth off her tits, hearing her. Mumtaz had a victory look on her face. She stood up with both her breasts wet with my saliva. “Now show your wife’s choot to Sir Namard.” Saying, Mumtaz lifted her kurta to the leggings waistband.

Imran kneeling behind his wife, pulled Mumtaz’s legging down to her feet. I was surprised to a well-toned thighs and legs with not much extra flesh on them despite being a mother. I saw Mumtaz’s panty wet near the front and knew she was horny by performing kinky acts in front of her husband.

“Loafer, remove my panties. Let Sir see your wife’s choot properly,” Mumtaz hissed at her husband.

Giving me a strange look, Imran pulled his wife’s panties down to her feet. Mumtaz stepped out of her leggings and panties. As she said, her pussy was cleanly shaved with big puffy pussy lips, and I saw her slit wet. Was Imran aware that his wife was aroused by displaying her nudity to me? I wondered.

“Open your wife’s choot properly and beg Sir to fuck it, bastard,” Mumtaz said angrily. The poor chap Imran brought his hands forwards and opened his wife’s pussy lips for me to see. I stared at her opened-up pussy lips.

Mumtaz said, “You can see Imran has no objections whatsoever, Sir. You can fuck me as you like, but take back the complaint.”

My cock was throbbing a lot, and my hand went to the zipper. “Stop, Sir. I don’t want this namard to see you. His work is done here,” Mumtaz said and, turning back to her husband, said, “Go and wait in the lobby. I will come after satisfying Sir.”

Imran meekly got up and walked to the door quickly. Opening the door, he walked out and shut the door. Mumtaz flung on me and kissed me all over my face before I got to speak. Wetting my face, she brought her lips close to mine.

Giving a peck, she said, “Let me lock the door, Sir. I am all yours for the whole night.” Saying she went to the door and locked it.

I saw Mumtaz walking towards me with sex written all over her face. She pulled her kurta over her head and threw it. Taking her hands back, unhooking the bra, she threw it on the kurta. I saw her armpits recently shaved and thought she had taken care of her body. Was it because of me?

Removing the hair band and letting the hair fall freely, Mumtaz came and stood before me in her birthday suit. “I am ready if you are too, Rajesh Sir,” Mumtaz said, spreading her legs wide, displaying her nude body unabashedly.

“Why don’t you come and see for yourself if I am ready or not, Mumtaz,” I said, showing my pants zipper.

“I can see that you are ready. I knew you were hard when you were sucking my tits, Rajesh Sir,” Said Mumtaz as she kneeled in front of me. Holding my pants hooks, she looked at me for my permission to remove my pants, and I nodded.

Mumtaz unhooked my pants and pulled the zipper down. My pants were down as I lifted my ass off the sofa. Removing the pants from my feet, Mumtaz caressed the bulge on the briefs and kissed looking at me. My cock was erect in an upward direction, head almost touching the brief’s waistband.

“Do you know how long I have waited to see this? Rajini described your lund once when I pressurized her. Shall I, Sir?” Mumtaz asked, holding the brief’s waistband. “Be my guest, Mumtaz,” I asked, placing my right hand on her head. Mumtaz slowly pulled the briefs down, and my cockhead popped out.

The foreskin was pulled back, and the head was glistening with the pre-cum. She kissed the tip, pulled the briefs all the way down, and took it from my feet. My cock sprang out and hit Mumtaz on her nose, and she giggled.

“Rajini wasn’t exaggerating. It’s really big and thick, too, considering your age, Sir,” Mumtaz said, holding my 8-inch cock at the base and moving her hand up and down. The foreskin went back and forth over the mushroom’s head due to her jerking.

Mumtaz was seeing the foreskin sliding up and down the head with eyes widened. “What I like most is this foreskin. I have never seen an uncut cock before. It looks marvellous, like a crown on the head. I can’t wait to taste it,” Mumtaz moved her hand up, and the foreskin covered the head.

Looking into my eyes, Mumtaz kissed the tip and took the foreskin in her mouth and sucked it. Her hand was trying to push the foreskin up as much as possible to get more of my soft foreskin in her mouth to suck. Due to excessive pressure on my cock, pre-cum flowed out in abundance.

Mumtaz swallowed the cum without any inhabitations, still sucking the tip. By the way, Mumtaz was sucking my cock. I knew she was a good cock sucker. I wanted my whole cock in her mouth, not just the tip. I pressed her head indicating her to take more in her mouth.

But Mumtaz had gripped my cock tightly, not allowing her mouth to slide down my cock. “Take it more, Mumtaz,” I urged her. Mumtaz took her lips off the tip and moved her hand down. The foreskin slid down, revealing the shiny head. Seeing a cum drop at the tiny hole, Mumtaz licked it stretching her tongue out.

Holding my balls in her left hand, she said,” Relax, Sir. What is the hurry? We got all night. I want the first sex with you to be a memorable one. Just relax and enjoy.”

“So you are going to come back again,” I asked as I thought this would be the last one.

“Yes, not once, Sir, but again and again. After Imran leaves for UAE, you will be my ‘MAN’, and I will be your slut. I don’t mind if you fuck Rajini daily, but I need you at least once a week. I will come wherever you order me,” Mumtaz said.

Oh no. She wants to be in a long-term, serious relationship with me. I don’t get attached to my ladies emotionally. It’s just sex I need and nothing else. But I didn’t say that as I just wanted to savour the moment and not put her off. Seeing me in silent mode, Mumtaz hovered her lips on my cock.

She slid her mouth down on my cock. My cock slowly disappeared in her warm mouth. She took her hand off my cock and lowered her mouth till my cock was fully inside her, hitting the back of her throat. Saliva was flowing out profusely from the corners of her mouth, and her lips were touching my pubic hairs.

I knew she would be a good cock sucker, but not this wild. Usually, ladies take time to deep-throat me, and Mumtaz did it in the first suck. I was impressed with her oral skills and wondered how she would be when I took her. Keeping my cock deep down her throat, Mumtaz’s tongue was trying to lick my cock.

My pubic hair was getting wetter with her saliva. I didn’t want to choke her, so I pulled her up, holding her hair. Mumtaz’s mouth released my cock, and it was glistening with her saliva. “Was I good, Sir?” Mumtaz asked nervously, taking a deep breath.

“You were fantastic. Now fuck my cock with your mouth, dear,” I said, trying to push her head back down. “Dear. That’s what I wanted to hear, Sir. I don’t mind if you call me slut or bitch. I will try to please you as much as possible. See how your randi will mouth fuck you,” said Mumtaz.

She took my cock again down her throat. The next instant, her mouth moved up, her lips tightly gripping my cock like a vice. Mumtaz got into a good rhythm, and her mouth fucked my cock with her left hand playing with my balls. Her small breasts were resting on my knees, and her arms on my thighs.

I was holding her hair and assisting her as my cock moved up and down her mouth. Even after 2 minutes of mouth fucking my cock, Mumtaz showed no signs of slowing down. She was doing this to please me, and I knew she had a hard time breathing.

I didn’t want to come in her mouth. I wanted to see if her pussy was as good as her mouth. Holding her hair, I pulled her back. Taking a deep breath, Mumtaz asked, “Why, Sir? Didn’t you like it?”

“I loved it, Mumtaz. Are you trying to make me cum in your mouth or going to offer me something else,” I asked her. “Sorry, Sir. I got carried away. How would you like to take me?” Saying Mumtaz was about to lie down on the floor to get fucked in a missionary position.

Holding her arm, I pulled her up and said, “No, you are going to ride me while I sit back and enjoy.”

“Ok, Sir, as you wish,” said Mumtaz. She stood up and straddled me, keeping her legs on either side of my thighs. Keeping my buttocks at the edge of the sofa so that our crotches met and my cock rested against her mound. Mumtaz expertly held my cock.

It was crushed between our bodies, holding the tip up. She raised her ass till my cock was at her opening. Looking into my eyes, she asked,” Shall I take you, Sir?” I nodded, and she lowered herself slowly. My cock penetrated her pussy inch by inch. I should admit her pussy was a bit tight in spite of being a mother.

Mumtaz’s lips were shivering as my cock invaded her tight warm wet channel. She didn’t stop till she took all of my 8 inches inside her, and she heaved a sigh of relief. Her buttocks rested on my thighs, and my hairy bush tingled her shaved mound.

“I was worried when Rajini explained how she suffered when she took you for the first time. I can’t believe you have filled me. Even my husband couldn’t fill me like this,” Mumtaz said and took my hands and placed them on her small breasts.

“Remind me in the morning as I want to take a class for Rajini for sharing our intimate moments with you. I wonder to whom all she has told about us,” I said feeling angry about Rajini.

“Relax Sir. She is my close buddy, that’s why she told me. She begged me to seduce you, saying we could have a threesome. But I hesitated thinking of Imran. I was worried you might reject me, knowing that I am married. Now I am peace as I got to take you with his permission,” Mumtaz said.

Pressing her small, spongy boobs, I said, “So Rajini wants to have a threesome. If she had said that to me, I would have called my driver’s wife, Nazia. She loves ladies a lot.”

“But what will you do when two women are enjoying themselves, Sir,” Mumtaz asked curiously.

“You better ask Rajini,” I said, showed my tongue and looked down at her crotch.

Mumtaz knew what I meant. Her eyes widened, and she said, “You mean suck. You suck choot, Rajesh Sir.”

“Why not? It’s better to taste honey directly from the pot,” I said, wriggling my tongue at her.

“My goodness, I knew you were wild, but not to this extent. I thought you despise eating choot, or else I would have gladly offered mine to suck. You want to suck me now. Shall I take your lund out, Sir,” Mumtaz looked like she was eager to get her pussy sucked.

“No, not now. Maybe some other time. Now finish what you have started, Mumtaz. Imran might be wondering why we are taking so long,” I said, pulling her nipples.

“Let that namard wait. He would have shot his cum in me by now, and we are yet to begin. Don’t talk about Imran. I want to enjoy every moment with you, Sir,” Mumtaz said. She raised her ass a bit up and slumped down again, moaning loudly.  My cock got drenched with her cum as she hit another orgasm.

Mumtaz looked at me shyly and said, “Sorry, I don’t know why I am having so many orgasms with you. I rarely experience orgasm while Imran fucks me.”

“Just enjoy like I am, Mumtaz,” I said and, bringing my right hand down, flicked at her pussy top. If my fingers touch her clit, she will get more excited. Mumtaz winced and moaned while my right hand triggered her clit and my left hand fondled her tit.

I saw tiny drops of milk at the nipple tip. Bending my head, I licked it up. Mumtaz pushing her tit on my lips began to hop and down my cock. She was riding me effortlessly. My cock was fully lubricated with her juices, making a ‘puch’ ‘puch’ sound in the silent room.

As the A/C was on, we both were not sweating. I was feeling her warm body and was enjoying the ride given by sexy seductress Mumtaz. Mumtaz rode me for a good 5 minutes, and I was close to cumming. I didn’t want to soak the sofa with my cum, so I stood up carrying Mumtaz.

She was startled and looked at me with questions in her eyes. “I am close,” I said and began to shoot my semen inside her. Mumtaz hugged me crushing her small tits on my cheeks. She stayed still while I poured my warm cum into her.

After emptying, my cock began to shrink inside her and popped out from her. Mumtaz got down and kissed me, said, “Thank you, Sir.” She bent down, took my flaccid cock in her mouth and sucked it, cleaning it off our cum.

She picked up her kurta and wiped my saliva-smeared cock using the kurta. She wiped her overflowing pussy with the same kurta.

“You could have used tissue paper, Mumtaz,” I asked.

“Let that bastard smell you, Sir,” said Mumtaz, who wore her dress and tied her hair with the band. “I will stay back if you want to fuck me again, Sir,” Mumtaz asked.

“No, it’s late already. We will meet again, come let’s go,” I said and wore my briefs and pants. Mumtaz opened the office door and walked out, and I followed her. When we came to the lobby, we saw Imran standing and waiting for me and his wife.

“Don’t worry, Imran. I will take the complaint back in the morning. Good night, Mumtaz. See you in the morning,” I said and walked out of the office as the security guy came to lock it.

Continued in the next part.

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