H1 B

I'd been with the company for seven years, starting in their billing department and rising through the ranks to my current role as the Director of Commerce. Not bad for a high-school drop out from the wrong side of the tracks, right? In the early days I had to keep checking myself, feeling like I'd lucked out and landed a job that I wasn't qualified for. Each day felt like a tightrope walk, was I here because they needed more 'diversity hires' or was I here because my boss had seen something in me and was willing to take a chance.

It turned out I was actually pretty good at my job and working in an office meant that there were always females around to admire. I've got a great-uncle that warned me about 'pissing where I eat' and it made sense. Why would I possibly fuck up a job that was probably the best I'd ever have for some pussy? Pussy was everywhere, I didn't need to hunt for it at work.

By the time I had become a Director, the company had grown considerably, there were multiple projects happening all focused on more growth. It was like the company had become this ravenous beast, I worried that it would eventually implode. With all of these projects happening, we brought in a number of contract workers. Among those were a small group of software developers that were tasked with some kind of application upgrade. Among that group was an Indian woman named Anushka, she was a pretty twenty-something that seemed quite introverted. She was here on some kind of work visa, apparently her and her husband had both come to the States for work.

My work had nothing to do with the work the developers were involved with and so I paid it no attention beyond noticing the additional people in the office. We have these get-togethers on the last Friday of each month. It's totally voluntary and happens after work, still we average about 15 people for these gatherings. They happen at a few differing locations but always places that are quiet enough to talk and enjoy good food and drink. This month the get-together was at a place called Livingstone's, I loved the place, it was decorated how I suppose fancy restaurants were decorated back in the 1930's or 1940's. As my co-workers began arriving were were in our typical 'TGIF' mood, and happy that the weekend was upon us. I was surprised when Anushka showed up, and it looked like she had brought her husband along as well.

We had a big table and then a smaller table set off to the side to accommodate the 12 of us that were already gathered. At some point, Anushka had began introducing her husband to her co-workers and eventually she brought him around to where I was chatting with one of the men that worked in my old department.

'Cal, this is my husband, Prakash." She said, while looking from me to her husband.

I've heard both arguments about first impressions, but Prakash immediately struck me as an asshole of epic proportions.

He smirked at me and extended his hand, and I was happy to give him a vise-like grip that wiped that smug look off of his face. They moved on and as Anushka introduced her dickhead husband to the rest of the workers, I noticed he seemed happy, smiling, and engaging.

It seemed easy to assume he wasn't much of a fan of Black folks. So I decided that I'd confirm my suspicion. After it seemed like everyone who was going to show up was already there, we decided to settle in and order dinner. I waited until I saw Anushka sit down, and then I slipped into the seat directly across from her. Once again, her husband gave me a look. I felt reasonably confident by this point that he was just a racist who must have forgotten that most of his family bathed in the same river the people in it were pissing and shitting in. As the meal progressed, it became even more obvious, I had been discussing the recently improved weather, and involved Anushka and her husband, going so far as to ask him questions about the weather back in India. His answers, when they were more than single words, were curt. Several other co-workers noticed his behavior as well. By the time the night was over, I'd managed to expose Prakash.

The following Monday, work was uneventful until someone came by my office and asked if Friday night had been as awkward as he thought it had been.

"Anushka's husband?" I asked.

He nodded, and then said that he'd heard there was still a lot of prejudice over there, at least that was what he heard. I've got no idea if that's true or not, but it did feel like Prakash had a problem with me.

We finished up chatting and he went back to his desk, just before lunch another worker stopped by and a similar conversation transpired.

During lunch, I wondered about Anushka. Did she feel the same way as her husband? It didn't seem likely, but I like to give people the benefit of the doubt.

Three weeks later, our CTO had invited me to a meeting where he outlined how our current growth initiatives impacted our existing commerce offerings. It turned out that much of our existing software applications would be getting additional capabilities and that the work would begin the following week.

The developers were gathered in one of our conference rooms when I walked in and everything was discussed. At the end of the meeting, Anushka followed me back to my office, and asked if she could have a quick word.

I welcomed her into my office and closed the door.

"I want to apologize for my husband's behavior, I've never been so embarrassed. I've had people at work approach me and ask me what was going on. Is there anything you can do about this?" She asked, hopefully.

"I'll be blunt Anushka, he didn't leave a good impression on me." I answered directly.

"His parents, they raised him with some prejudices. It won't fix anything, but I can tell you it's much worse in my country."

"You're right, it doesn't fix anything. A word of advice though, your husband is going to upset someone that's not as tolerant as I am. You may want to get in front of that."

We finished chatting and she was off. As I sat there, I wondered how difficult it would be to seduce her.

She wasn't actually an employee, she was a contractor that would finish whatever work they had for her here, and then she would be off to the next company and repeat the process. So I reasoned that this wasn't exactly the same as fucking the receptionist.

I'd never been with an Indian woman, and while that had never been a bucket list item of mine, I did enjoy imagining the thought of me thrusting into Anuska, filling her with cum, and sending her home to her asshole racist husband.

I made a mental list of reasons why I should do it, and then a list of reasons why I shouldn't. The 'shouldn't' list was longer, by a lot.

I decided to do it anyway.

~

The following day, I invited Anushka to lunch. I figured that if she said no, then there wouldn't be any simple way of fucking her, but if she said yes, that at least offered the possibility.

"I want to apologize Anushka, what I said yesterday was out of line. It's not my place to give you advice about your husband. I'm sure there's plenty that I don't understand about him, and I can either operate on a level that imagines the worst about people or I can be a better person and just give everyone the benefit of the doubt."

She smiled weakly and then explained that it's very different in India, there are complex beliefs that wouldn't make anysense to people that don't live there. I wondered why that should affect me as I don't live there.

I changed the subject, and went into 'outside of work' mode, being entertaining, cracking a few jokes, and just as we were finishing our meal, I realized that Anushka was really quite a sweet and intelligent woman. I tapped my hand lightly on hers as it lay on the table, and said "Well, once again I apologize and I'll be sure not to make the same mistake again."

She didn't recoil at my touch, and that was a good sign.

The software development work continued and as it pertained to my side of the house, I was involved in regular meetings that demonstrated new features, asked for feedback and gave overall progress reports as they were laid out in what they called 'sprints'. In each of these meetings, I made a point to interact with Anushka several times and managed to do it in a way that didn't raise any eyebrows.

Our next 'Last Friday' gathering was being planned. This month we'd all be meeting at a seafood restaurant that included a section of outdoor seating that offered incredible views of the bay. I was surprised to see Anushka show up, and more surprised that her husband was not with her. I made my usual rounds of chatting with all that had gathered, including Anushka, who seemed to be smiling a good bit. That was another good sign. I decided to test a theory, and I made my way to one of the three tables we had reserved and sat down. There were two other workers engaged in conversion at the end of the table and no one else. About a minute later, Anushka sat down across from me.

Another excellent signal.

I entertained her, asked about her life, listened intently for as long as she wanted to talk, and then asked about the things she had described. What life was like back in India, apparently, it's not uncommon for people to have live-in maids, and drivers. That must be nice. We had a delicious meal as the sun set, and as we finished our meal, and chatted for a short time there were just four people remaining, with myself and Anushka being two of them. As we left the restaurant I walked Anushka to her car, she pulled her keys from her purse, and I took them from her, unlocking her car door and then opening it for her. The smile on her face was beaming and it took plenty of control to not lean down and kiss her. I'm not sure she would have expected it or how she would have responded, but I knew that eventually I'd have all of her.

~

Work continued and the developers were making good progress. The meetings continued and Anushka had begun sitting next to me in the conference room. As new functionality was demonstrated via the ceiling-mounted projector, the lights would be turned off, and during one of these times, I opened my leg enough to touch Anushka's. I felt her almost jump at the contact, but then happily she put her leg back where it had been, resting comfortably against mine. I knew I'd have her. Of any previous signal, this one had been the strongest. My hand slipped down to her thigh, and rested on it, once again causing a jump from her, and then she seemed to relax.

My dick had never been harder, or more desperate to to feel her from the inside.

When the lights came back on, I left my leg against hers, but brought my hand back to the table. When the meeting ended and people were lazily milling about and chatting idly, I looked at Anushka, and she met my gaze confidently.

After that, these meetings blurred together, but always with Anushka sitting next to me, with our legs resting against the other, sometimes with my hand on her thigh as the demos were projected, and sometimes, her hand made it's way to my thigh. The third time it happened, I snuck my hand under the table, and guided her hand to my crotch, where nearly eight inches of thick love waited for her touch. She seemed conflicted, or scared, maybe something else but her hand simply rested there, as my dick pulsed hungrily trapped under my boxers and slacks.

I had been moving slowly, but it was clear that we had moved past harmless flirting. But as tricky a path as we were walking, I knew that this kind of behavior in the office was all bad.

Our next 'Last Friday' was approaching and as was always the case, people made suggestions on where to meet. This time we'd all be gathering at a local favorite Italian place. I know I'm missing out, but for me, Italian food is spaghetti and every single time thats what I woruld order.

I decided to see if I could push things further.

The day before the gathering, I managed to catch Anushka in the break room alone. I stood next to her at the coffee machine and quietly told her that I wouldn't be going to Last Friday. That instead I'd be reserving a room at the downtown Hyatt and invited her to join me there. She looked at me with what I imagined was fear, or worry.

"So we can discuss... work?" She asked, almost a whisper.

I shook my head.

"I'm married... You know that." She was actually whispering now.

"I know, and you'll still be married after. Stop by my office tomorrow afternoon, I'll have the room number where you'll be able to find me." I said, and topped off my cup, before turning and leaving her there.

~

The next day, after confirming my room number, I emailed Anushka the shortest email I'd ever sent.

'#1103'

I imagined I had about a 75% chance that she'd show up. We typically left for Last Friday directly from work, so I figured that by 6:00pm she'd either be in my room, or looking at a menu.

She knocked on the door just before that time, and when I opened it, she looked scared to death.

"Come in, let's talk." I offered.

She walked in, and turned before getting anywhere near the bed.

"Relax Anushka, I won't bite." I said as my arm wrapped around her waist and I walked her deeper into the room. We sat at what was a bit larger than a loveseat, and I spoke first.

"I've been curious about you from the first day I saw you. There's something about you, maybe it's that you're from so far away and were brought up in a completely different culture, but whatever it is, I've wanted to taste you for months now." I finished, and moved in close, when she didn't back away, my lips pressed against hers and I could feel her body shudder. I suppose mine did too a bit. The kiss slowly progressed, eventually becoming intimate, with tongues rubbing together.

"This is so wrong." She said breathlessly.

"I won't argue that Anushka, but I can tell you this. I know I can give you pleasure, and I'd like to do that. I know I can make your body love what I'll do to it, and I think about you all of the time. I've wanted to be alone with you for weeks now. I don't want to hurt your marriage, what happens between us, is just between us. You have my word as a man, I'll be very discrete, and I hope you will be as well."

"Can we kiss again?" She asked, her voice seemed shaky and it's terrible to say, but that only fed my lust for her.

Our kisses led to touching, and that led to our clothes tossed off to the side.

Her pussy was covered in hair, I'd wondered about that. My preference is a nicely shaved mound, I like that a woman is perfectly content to leave her pussy fully exposed, and not partially hidden. It's a turn on of mine.

But on Anushka, her hairy pussy just semeed to work. I laid her on the bed, and began just above her knees, kissing as I moved upward, toward the pussy that I fully intended to spoil with my dick. The first lick along her thick pussy lips caused her to jump in the same way she had when I rested my leg against hers at work, and a bit later when she cried out as she came, I knew that she wasn't going anywhere, I knew I had her and I don't mean that in a negative way, I wanted her to experience all that I wanted to give her. I wanted her to be left with a memory of our night together that would always bring a smile to her face.

Her nipples were smallish, and very dark, but they had hardedned up like slightly oversized pencil erasers. I sucked each into my mouth as my fingers played lazy games along her clit and the cute, sexy noises that she'd sometimes make fueled me on. At some point, she pushed my head away, and asked "Can we have intercourse now?"

"We can Beautiful, but we don't say 'intercourse' here. I can either make love to you, or I can fuck you."

"Can I have both?" She asked with a little laugh.

"You can have anything your want when you're with me Anushka."

I wanted her mouth on my dick, but was clueless if that was off-limits or whatever, so I took her hand and guided it to my dick, and helped her begin stroking it.

She watched as she continued stroking after I took my hand off of hers and when I was at full attention, she looked at me and swallowed. Once again, it was almost like fuel for me. Her look and the nervous swallow had me thinking that she wasn't used to a dick this size. I sincerely hoped she wasn't used to a dick this size, but I'd be happy to get her used to it.

I turned, and found my slacks, pulling a sealed condom from a pocket and rolling it onto my dick, then I spit on it, and climbed onto the bed, moving between Anushka's thighs, and rubbing it along her slit and clit, she began slowly grinding against my dick, all the while with her eyes transfixed on what was about to happen to her body.

"Ask for it." I said.

Her eyes lifted from her pussy to my eyes and she whicpered "Make love to me."

I rested me dick right at the entrance to her pussy and began pushing forward, the heat generated by her body wasnt a small thing, it felt like she had a boiler running inside and her pussy had sprung a leak. I imagined a tiny, tight little pussy that her husband's imagined small penis hadn't ever given her the kind of sex she deserved. But the fact is, I was balls deep in Aushka pretty quickly and the noises she made as I sank deeper and deeper into her are forever etched in my memory.

As requested, I made love to her, sometimes kissing her, as I gently fondled her tits, sometimes sucking her tits, and always moving my dick in, and out of her hot, hairy pussy. Once, as we were kissing and I was playing with her nipples, she meade a kind of mewling sound in my mouth, and then her legs wrapped around me, and she began shaking everywhere. That had been her second orgasm, I wanted her to have many more. I stayed buried in her, waiting for her legs to relax, signalling that it was okay to resume, but she kept me pulled deeply inside of her, her mouth had become more aggressive, and she was kissing me back more actively than I had been kissing her.

Time to switch from making love, to fucking.

"You like this dick?" I asked into her mouth.

"Yesss." She answered.

"Tell me Anushka, it excites me to hear that."

"Mr Williams, I loooove your big dick."

'Mr Williams' huh? Well, I could work with that.

I scooped up her legs, putting the back of her calves up onto my shoulders and I leaned forward, pulling her ass up from the mattress and giving me full access to fuck her more deeply. I began by withdrawing till only the head of my dick remained in her married pussy and then I violently thrust forward, again, causing cute, sexy noises to come from her, I continued long-dicking her for a time, until I pulled out, which made a nice sucking noise. I laid on my back and and told her to climb on top of me. She held my dick and slipped it back into her pussy, further arousing me.

"I like that Anushka, when you pull me inside of you, I know that you want this." I told her.

She just smiled at me as I gripped her ass-cheeks, spread them apart and began thrusting up into her body with increasing speed and force. I watched her face as her eyes shut, and her mouth opened. She began panting, and making soft crying sounds as I fucked her like a machine that had broken and only new full speed. I don't even think she noticed the drool that was running out of her mouth and landing on my chest below her.

I could get real used to doing this with her.

Anushka came again like that, positioned on top of me as I thrust into her, in my imagination, I felt confident that her racist husband never gave her three orgasms in a night. But I wasn't done with giving her orgasms.

"God, you're beautiful woman, I could do this every night with you. There's something about how you feel, you're spoiling me."

The words had an immediate effect. Anushka opened her eyes, licked the drool from the corner of her mouth and she smiled, nodding and added "I'd like to do this with you every night Mr Williams."