Gautams Best

This story stands alone, but to find what these folk have been up to before their adventure here, check out some of their activities in The Project Trip and then in Gautam's Angle.

If you want to dive straight in, briefly Karan and Menaka have an open relationship. They think that Anjali is merely Gautam's exhibitionist lingerie wearing driver while Gautam thinks that Anjali is a successful businesswoman playing games by hiring him to pretend to be the boss of her company while she drives him around wearing provocative outfits. Gautam would like to have her, but she won't let him touch her. However, in reality Anjali is actually the office help for successful business Vikram Chandra which allows him to keep a low profile and actually get some work done when he is not playing sex games with Anjali. So Gautam is the face of Vikram's company. Simple!

Now that we've got that straight, let's begin...

Her phone was ringing. Anjali gripped her desk, as she came hard, closely watched by Vikram who sat at his desk opposite controlling her Lush.

"Should... I answer... it... uggh..." she stammered as she tried to hold her gaze on Vikram. He responded by upping the pulse.

Vikram watch Anjali for a long moment as she grimaced and gasped, gripping her desk as her thighs throbbed. "Yes," he suggested smoothly. "Answer it."

Anjali checked who was calling and groaned; she let it ring out. Vikram lowered the vibe and nodded at his assistant as her breathing slowed. When the phone rang again, after a time she sighed, composed herself and answered it. Breathing in for calm, she took control. "Why are you calling me, Gautam?" she demanded.

Anjali had dressed for her work according to Vikram's instructions. Since only the two of them worked at his home office, she dressed provocatively for her own thrill and of course for Vikram. With her desk raised for her to stand for her work, Vikram could clearly see what she was wearing. Vikram stopped his own work to watch her speak to Gautam as she squirmed in frustration. He had raised the vibe again.

So what was Anjali wearing? Skin-hugging shiny black tights which reached up past her waist. They were so skin-tight that they emphasised all her curves, the roundness of her backside, the outswell of her hips and even the muscles of her strong thighs. Aware of how Vikram liked to expose her, Anjali spent much of her time outside of work in the gym or on her treadmill at home, as well as watching what she ate, determined to keep herself in shape. Over the tights she wore a sheer black stretch dress that covered her down to the top of her thighs. The aerial of the Lush was visible to Vikram, poking out of her pussy, under her tights. Stretched down just past her waist, the dress clung transparently over Anjali's breasts leaving nothing to the imagination there. She wore nothing else apart from a pair of black closed toe mid-calf high heel boots which further accentuated her muscular legs as she stood at her desk trying to maintain her sharp demeanour with Gautam while Vikram watched her with more than a glint of amusement.

Trapped as she was, Anjali visibly suffered the frustration of her predicament. Knowing that Vikram was messing with her performance, her attempt to convince Gautam over the phone that when not in public playing at being his driver, she was his boss and he should be deferential to her since -- what he thought -- their true roles required that. She had never let him lay a finger on her which she thought should send him a clear message. But still he clearly wanted her despite her firmly setting their boundaries. He had got the message. So far.

Standing there, on display to Vikram, Anjali tried to ignore his close attention to her while she argued with Gautam over the phone. But she couldn't just ignore Vikram's passive interest in her. For one thing she worked for him, and she was paid to do this. Her dilemma. Was her -- real -- boss toying with her because that was something which he just enjoyed? Or was he trying to undermine her hold over Gautam, maybe punish her in some way for the fact that Gautam had phoned her at this time and had therefore demonstrated that she did not have complete control over him? And he had control of the Lush. He wouldn't, would he?

She had boasted to Vikram that Gautam wanted to fuck her. And boasted that she had not let him anywhere near her body. Telling all that to Vikram she now worried may have been a mistake. Of course she enjoyed the frustration on Gautam's face when she said no. Whereas Vikram was so different. She did not say no to him. How could she? He knew how to humiliate her, since he knew how much she liked it, he was the master at that. And Vikram fucked her. And she liked that too. But was everything they did merely a game to him? And was this a new level of humiliation?

Now she was worried. Would he force her to let Gautam have her? Would this game he played with her go that far? Was that why Vikram was smiling at her now? Messing with her head. And with her pussy. She shuddered as Lush produced a sudden pattern of vibes. It even forced a gasp out of her that she hoped Gautam would not notice, how closely was he listening to her over the phone. She felt that she had one aim in this predicament, to try to keep Gautam in his place. She must concentrate on doing that and try to not let the buzzing in her pussy stop her.

What had Vikram planned for today? She could never guess. Last week when Anjali was working on the monthly accounts while wearing nothing but black lingerie, just stockings, a g-string and the sheerest brassiere, he suddenly stood up from his desk, unbuttoned his pants stroked himself to hardness then bent her over her desk and fucked her until he came. No warning, no asking, no preliminaries. And then done with that he pulled out, buttoned himself back up and left her panting for more -- which she would not get -- since he had finished. Insisting that she continue with her work, reminding her that he needed the report urgently, not letting her even adjust her g-string back from where he had moved it, away to her thigh. Leaving her damp, frustrated, and calculating his depreciation and taxation liability. That was Monday.

Gautam was telling her to clean the car, to have it ready.

On Tuesday morning Vikram ordered her to strip completely naked and then to continue her work on a sales proposal while he demanded updates from her as she progressed, insisting that job needed to be completed by lunchtime. After lunch Vikram had her review the financial situation then call the bank to discuss some transactions while all the time she had to stand at her desk totally accessible to him. Except that for the entirety of that Tuesday he did not take her, did not even touch her. Wednesday he had her in stockings and a corset sitting on his cock while she typed his correspondence.

And now while she was so close to cumming. And on the phone with Gautam, Vikram sat impassively behind his desk as he watched, one hand controlling that device inside her. Making sure that Anjali recognised how carefully he observed everything that she did. And the threat that he could turn it to maximum, drive her mad. Knowing that she was essentially exposed, standing there in the insubstantial outfit she had on. So vulnerable to his desires, to his choices. Plus of course to her needs and desires too. And all the time she was trying to humour Gautam, the man she was supposed to control.

While she was juggling her emotions and wondering how she had ever got herself in such a situation, Gautam was excitedly updating Anjali. Telling her that the couple he had displayed her to at the airport, Karan and Menaka, had called wanting to meet him again. Since Gautam had already fucked Menaka -- as he reminded Anjali yet again -- he was keen to see what they wanted to get up to next, so sure that they had something erotic planned for him. Had Menaka told her boyfriend Karan that Gautam had fucked her, had she told him everything about who she was fucking before she boarded the flight back to Mumbai?

Gautam wondered about this over the phone at some length. Then he added that the invitation had come from Karan so he was pretty certain that Karan knew what Gautam and Menaka had been up to. "I don't think Karan is troubled about that," Gautam told Anjali. "And of course Karan saw you as my driver on display wearing that virtually transparent outfit in the Arrivals Lounge at the airport." Gautam went into detail about what Karan and Menaka had already seen of Anjali. As if he had to tell her. In that outfit, every part of her could be easily seen.

Or as Gautam boldly stated "He's seen your tits and your pussy on display in public. And I can tell you that he liked what he had seen." Anjali said nothing in response to that but her embarrassment was obvious to Vikram whose smile suggested that he had a pretty good idea of what Gautam was telling her over the phone. He predictably turned up the Lush as Anjali had to hear how exposed she had been there in the airport, waiting for Gautam and then having to stand there as he spoke to Karan and Menaka. And now this. This was... She came, it was all too much. Clamping her mouth shut to stifle any groans, her thighs bucking obscenely for Vikram's pleasure. Gautam was still talking. She gave in to the pleasure, closed her eyes to let it happen. Finally, Vikram relented and let her come down to earth. But he kept the Lush at a low vibe.

Anjali clung to the hope that Karan might only want to explore whether Gautam, having represented himself to them as a successful international businessman, could help Karan in business or something. And that there would be no sex involved. Hoped that they would be happy to merely enjoy ogling her in whatever outfit she was forced to wear. But she strongly suspected things would go further than that. And Gautam was pretty much telling her that he expected things to go further as well. So Anjali decided to make Gautam work for what she knew he wanted from her. "Maybe Menaka told her boyfriend that you fucked her and he intends to berate you or worse," she suggested. Hearing her tone, Vikram turned down the vibe. He was of course watching her, closely as he ever did.

"Maybe she has told him that I fucked her and he is cool with that. And now they would like to continue and to do something with me and my driver?" Gautam replied. He was getting quite assertive, Anjali realised.

"What has that got to do with anything?" Anjali snapped. Although she suspected that Gautam was likely to be right. After all, as she recalled, in public there in the airport Karan happily and brazenly ogled her even as he gripped his girlfriend and he made it clear that he liked what he saw. Worryingly so too had Menaka.

Gautam was getting to the point now. "If I am going to meet with him, I need to be taken to the meeting by my driver. An important businessman does not drive himself or catch the bus."

Anjali sighed. She knew what was coming. "You have already accepted, haven't you?" she asked him anyway. Gautam confirmed indeed that was the case. "Shouldn't you, the important businessman, be too busy to have time for a bunch of kids?" she tried.

"Although I am very busy," Gautam taunted her back, "Karan impressed on me that he has some ideas he would like to discuss, so I promised him to make some time to hear them," Gautam boasted. He then changed his tone, becoming more intimate with Anjali. "It will be good practice for me to keep ready for next time you need me to front your company." Sometimes he was too good at thinking himself into his role.

Anjali groaned then looked over at Vikram who was, of course, still watching her, still amused. Of course he was. Gautam was now polishing his act, telling Anjali how he was going to conduct the meeting with Karan. Vikram gestured at her to raise the dress. She shook her head but Vikram gave her a more determined look. As she tried to get some words in to interrupt Gautam's egotistical monologue, she lifted her dress with one hand. Vikram kept insisting she raise it higher until Anjali had it bunched above her large, firm bare breasts. He nodded his appreciation and then made a cutting gesture.

"Gautam, I really have to go now. When have you arranged this meeting for?" She bent over to write down the information as Gautam told her. This caused her breasts to sway gently which of course Vikram viewed and enjoyed. She ended the call. And immediately Vikram turned the Lush up to maximum for a moment.

"When are you going to play at being Gautam's driver?" Vikram asked his assistant with some amusement, after she had come back down.

"Tomorrow. I have to collect him at six o'clock. In the evening." She swore silently. And she was still puffing and panting from the treatment her boss had given her.

"So you will be able to manage a day's work before then," Vikram smiled. He studied her closely as she carefully watched him. "Now the tights down too," he decided.

Anjali rolled her eyes at Vikram which only drew a wide smile from him. She attempted to guess from his demeanour whether he was going to fuck her or whether he was going to leave her alone there naked. Or perhaps he would tease her again, play with the controls, maybe deny her any more release. Cross with herself, she could not decide which option she would prefer. No, he had given her no idea what to expect as she stood at her desk naked and waiting.

And now as well as Vikram's immediate plans for her, she had to worry about the situation that Gautam was putting her in. If half of what Gautam had ranted about was true, any meeting which involved Menaka would mean sex. Or would she be alone with just Karan and Gautam? She could only wait until tomorrow night to find how that would go.

Caught up in her thoughts, Anjali had not realised that Vikram had come around from his desk and had pressed himself up behind her, teasing her pussy with his fingers to see how wet and ready she was. She knew the answer to that, very. Obviously, after what he had been doing to her with the Lush. The confusion, the potential of the meeting with Karan and seeing Menaka again only added to that. Vikram gently slid the Lush out. Anjali had to admit -- privately -- that she was attracted to the young pair, the unashamed way they had stared at her in the airport. She could imagine both of them playing with her body. In fact she could almost feel their hands on her as she stood there at her desk. Which meant that Vikram found it easy to enter her, all the time whispering in her ear about all the things that Karan and Gautam would do to her after her day at work tomorrow. It was too much, she came again, pushing back against her boss.

"You can't wait, can you?" Vikram taunted. He was still hard and still fucking her. And as Anjali groaned with the next wave of sensations from his fucking, from how he was so hard and determined inside her, she knew he was right.

After the fucking, Anjali again became her rational self. She had plenty of actual work to do. As Vikram reminded her.

*

Anjali drove Gautam to their meeting with Karan dressed according to Vikram's requirements. She was nervous for once, suspecting that she would not be able to control the situation she was about to enter, something that she usually managed to do with Gautam. She expected that in accepting Karan's invitation, Gautam had offered her up as part of the deal. Quite probably the use of her body had already been decided, agreed. She pondered about making Gautam pay afterwards for putting her in such a situation. Then she remembered that she was speculating. He had told her nothing. But she shamefully knew, such speculation made her wet. Anjali, she told herself, at least concentrate on the road. She checked in the rear view mirror. Gautam slouched in the back looking at his phone, apparently totally uninterested in her. He had barely looked at her outfit when she had arrived to collect him and barely acknowledged her as she stood out there in the street holding the back door of the car open as he expected.

And now Anjali stood just inside Karan's entrance hall, behind Gautam who strode up to shake his host's hand, once they had entered the apartment. Karan greeted Gautam while they both ignored her as happens when you are the driver. You are the driver, there merely to transport the businessman to his meeting, wait for him, and then drive him back to his office. This appeared to be the case for Anjali as the two men clasped each other's arms and agreed how good it was to see each other, without showing any interest in her, how she was dressed. And how she was dressed! Anjali wore a sleeveless thigh-length cape that wrapped right around her. Below the hem of the cape she wore black fishnet stockings, high heel boots. Below that hem her buttocks just started to swell. And beneath the cape as, she walked down the hall now following the two men into the apartment, it looked likely that she wore little else. As well, although it could not be seen, there was the other thing that Vikram had suggested. And Vikram's suggestions...

Menaka emerged from behind the men. She was dressed so casually, in hip hugging black slacks and a white blouse which she had not tucked in. She walked up to the three of them as casually as she was dressed. And then ignored the men Menaka went straight up to Anjali. "Let me take that," she insisted.

And before Anjali could say anything or take any precaution, Menaka had removed her cape revealing the driver to be in a corset which pushed her bare breasts up towards her hostess, a plain black g-string, and what had already been revealed below her waist, the stockings and the high heels. She wore nothing else, so was on display to the others who of course were conventionally dressed, in their casual attire. Anjali flinched and then recovered. She realised that she was getting used to such situations now. Unembarrassed, she did not even bother to cover her breasts or try to be demure about how much of her crotch was on show, knowing that the g-string barely covered anything.

"Come with me," Menaka suggested to her in a not unfriendly manner, seemingly ignoring Anjali's display. But it did seem an order. So Anjali followed Menaka. As she did, she heard the men using the phrases "sales volumes" and "expansion opportunities" engrossed in their business talk, barely noticing the women. Menaka led Anjali into Karan's lounge room and sat her down on one of his large lounges while she fussed around the driver. "I have food and drink for you." And indeed Menaka placed a number of dishes and a pitcher of iced tea on the low table in front of her guest.

Menaka sat in Karan's lush armchair facing Anjali and smiled at her. "Tell me all about yourself and I will tell you all about me," Menaka insisted.

Anjali realised that at their previous and only encounter she had no chance to say anything about herself. But what to say? "I'm just a driver," she blurted. "There's not much about me to tell." She felt somewhat ridiculous that Menaka seemed not to be interested in her bare breasts or her all but exposed pussy as her host kept her gaze trained on Anjali's face.

Menaka shook her head and examined her guest from her vantage point. "I'll bet there's more!" she gushed, with a wide and friendly smile. Anjali looked worried, what could her host know about her? Did she have to worry? "But look at you! Your taste in clothes is exquisite," Menaka insisted, "you must give me some tips." Then she looked worried for a moment. "No, it's not quite right." She looked hard at Anjali. And then smiled. "I know!" she exclaimed.

As fast as she had removed Anjali's cape and exposed the driver's breasts, Menaka squatted down at Anjali's feet to grasp her g-string by the sides and slipped it down and off. "There," she decided as she wrapped the hapless driver's underwear over her wrist, "that was what was wrong. That item just did not go with the rest of your outfit."