Priya Kocheta stepped out of the shower and wrapped a soft white towel around her.
She entered her bedroom and let the towel drop to the floor. Opening the wardrobe door, she looked at her reflection in the full length mirror.
Jet black hair, though she had noticed a few silver strands lately. Strikingly beautiful face, displaying her Anglo Indian heritage, with full lips, that always suggested to the male of the species, a certain sexual act.
She stroked her full, very shapely breasts, with their dark brown nipples, then slid her hand down to the perfect triangle of black, crinkly pubic hair that guarded her most intimate place.
Long, slender legs and beautifully proportional feet, with exceptionally long toes, completed her inspection.
"Joe Tate, you don't know what's going to hit you." She said aloud to herself.
Priya had been working as Joe Tate's personal assistant for a few months now. The young, handsome and ever so fit millionaire had bought Home Farm, the family home when he was a youngster.
Priya was a single mum, her husband Rackesh, having fled after embezzling money from the family firm. The father of her daughter Amber was the local hunk, David Metcalfe.
Priya was very horny, she hadn't had sex in months, and listening to her friend Tracy's account of the sex filled encounter she had with Dr.Cavanagh, made her even more so.
She decided to try to seduce her boss. The one problem in the plan was that Joe was absolutely besotted with Debbie Dingle. He worshipped her and she had recently accepted his proposal of marriage. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and by god was she desperate. Her vibrator was almost worn away and her fingers were tired of trying to work their magic on and in her pussy.
"The interviews for the Donaldson development are tomorrow, have you got everything organised?" Said Joe as he popped his head around the office door.
"Yes, everything is in place, all the arrangements have been confirmed and the interviewees are in accommodation at the B&B or in hotels in Hotton. "replied Priya.
"Well done Priya, there will be a nice bonus for you at the end of the month." Said Joe
"Thank you, that would be lovely" she replied with a smile.
Then to herself under her breath, "I could give you a nice bonus too."
The following day, a procession of people arrived and departed again, after presenting their proposals to Joe, for a chance to be involved in a new development he was financing in Leeds.
Priya had been her usual efficient self, greeting the interviewees as they arrived, introducing them to Joe, then after 30 minutes, saying goodbye, and informing them that if Mr Tate, wanted any further information, he would be in touch. The last person to arrive was the only female on the list. A striking lady, dressed in a very expensive business suit. Hair, makeup and overall style was perfect.
Priya perused her CV. Mrs. Darleen Hamilton, Age 39, CEO of Hamilton Logistics. Her list of qualifications was impressive and wide ranging.
"Welcome to Home Farm." She said in her best business voice. "Mr. Tate will be with you shortly, would you like coffee, or tea perhaps."
The woman replied in a sort of mid Atlantic accent, "coffee, black no sugar, would be good, thank you."
Joe Tate then appeared from his office and greeted the visitor with a big hug. "Darleen, great to see you again, you look great, come through."
They disappeared into Joe's office and Priya noticed that he had slipped his arm around the lady's waist.
Priya began to tidy her desk and prepare to leave, when she had an irresistible urge to see what her boss and Mrs. Hamilton were discussing. She pressed her ear to the door, but couldn't hear anything. "Strange," she said to herself. She listened for a couple of minutes, still no sound of voices.
Exiting by the kitchen door, she made her way around the house to the window of Joe's office. She couldn't reach the window, so went to the garden shed and brought out a set of step ladders.
As she carefully ascended the ladders she was shocked what she saw through the window.
Tom was sat in his large black business chair, his trousers and black boxer shorts round his ankles. Mrs Hamilton was on her knees in front of him, her head in his crotch, and his very impressive penis sliding in and out of her mouth.
Priya was transfixed, her boss, so infatuated as engaged to Debbie Dingle was enjoying a blow job, administered by one of his potential business associates, who was very good at the art by the look on Tom's face.
Reaching into her pocket, Priya took out her smart phone and quickly turned on the camera function and began to record.
As Priya continued to film the action, Mrs.Hamilton stood and removed her pants and panties. She then straddled Tom and grabbing his penis, slowly lowered herself onto the column of rock hard flesh.
Priya was fascinated by the scene before her and was soon, very turned on. She lifted the hem of her dress and slid her hand down inside her panties and was soon masturbating, her eyes never leaving the pair copulating in the office.
Unfortunately, with one hand holding the phone and the other rubbing her pussy, Priya overbalanced and fell with a clatter from the steps.
