Chapter One.
Standing outside Lowell's suite without a stitch on, Tara felt the unfamiliar tingle running through her waxed pussy. She felt at once exhilarated and nervous, sexually aroused and yet fearful. Tara waited with bated breath, as Lowell opened the door, he too was naked and as the door opened Tara could see his straining rigid prick in the subdued hallway lights. Without a word, she slipped into the room, catching hold of his erect member and firmly led him back to the bed, laid him ba k and hungrily sucked on his prick's swollen glans. As she lubed up his purple head, she slipped her left hand down into her pussy, shocked to find how wantonly wet she was. Her slippery fingers found her stiff clit and rubbed it, sending electric sparks through her body, fuelling her arousal and the speed of her bobbing head.
Two weeks ago, Tara could have never considered the lewd fellatio she was eagerly performing on the pasty white-skinned business rival; knowing that in a few minutes, he would push her onto his bed, turn her onto her hands and knees, spank her quivering ass cheeks, eat out sodden pussy and finally fuck her like she'd never been fucked before and she would ejaculate like a streaming fountain on his cock
, legs and bed sheets and moan like the whore she loved to be with him.
Tara Bhai was the best hotel manager in Mysore, and she knew it. She was focused, energetic, ambitious and a hardworking taskmaster to her staff. Harsh but fair, are the words she lived by, but The Mysore Imperial was the only hotel to stay when visiting the region.
Until the new Imperial plans were laid on the desk at the Trustee board meeting that afternoon.
She, along with three other managers sat in attendance to be informed that only two of them would be retained as General manager and Night manager. There were two men, and one other woman. She knew two of them well enough to see how this would pan out, but the third was unknown to her. He was handsome, quiet but with hawkish eyes, that missed nothing. He was introduced as Christoper Lowell, from the UK. Tara did not consider him any real threat.
Tara sat and smiled at the trustees but inside she was seething. Her record was impeccable, and the GM job was hers by right. However, the board had shipped in some competition from other hotels, including the Director's son and heir.
She breathed quietly, Suni Mahmoud would be her biggest rival. The other woman, Anita Maveen was younger but not as experienced and initially Tara discounted her too, but as the meeting continued, she noticed how Maveen was catching the eye of one or two of the board trustees. Then it dawned on her, the ambitious bitch would be happy to fuck her way around the board members to secure either post. During the break, Tara made a big effort to speak to each of the board members, extolling her virtues and reminding them that her hotel, The Imperial, was the jewel in the crown of the company primarily due to her work, but scanning the room; she saw Anita cosying up to the randy old goats who sat on the board and Suni, flirting outrageously with the only female board member. The board was a men-only club, and it dawned on her that Anita's approach would be very effective.
Tara was an attractive woman, her full womanly bust was
perfectly matched to her tight, flat waist and shapely buttocks: who looked stunning in a sari, her usual attire.
Tara was a widow but not blessed with children. The denial of a family was the driving force in her career. As the meeting convened again, a simple selection process was outlined by the Director,
"As we are blessed with four suitable candidates for the GM and Night Manager position, the board has decided to pair up each candidate and monitor their day-to-day performance over the two months. Mrs Bhai will take two weeks as night manager and two weeks as day manager with Mr Lowell and Miss Maveen will partner up with Mr Mahmoud and then switch partners for the next month. All the candidates will move into the hotel, so the board can conduct further interviews.
So, the following week, Tara took the night manager position with Christopher Lowell. Despite her disdain, he was very fucking good at his job. He had an enviously easy manner and coaxed the best of the staff, but he was respectful to her and her experience and ability.
To her delight, he consulted her on the best way to run the hotel, as she was the acting GM. He arranged time for them to meet, discuss particular guest needs, arrange birthdays, and new restaurant openings and then at one later meeting, Lowell spoke to Tara plainly,
"Tara, I have a proposal for you. I want us to be the successful team in this little test, the Board would have us play. I would propose that we share all responsibilities, throughout the day and night on alternate days: that way we can do away with the competition. When we win, you can have the GM post, if you want. I'm content with the Night Manager job. What do you say?" He smiled,
"Yes, I accept, it's not the money, you understand. I've worked this, and more than anything I did want to work under Anita Maveen or Mahmoud," she sighed, she was tired but pleased that he saw a way for both of them,
"Maveen is fucking Mahmoud, did you know?" Lowell chipped in,
"No, I thought she'd be sleeping around with the horny goats on the boarded," she gasped,
"Mahmoud is certain to get the GM job, and his girlfriends will be appointed by him, but I have a plan," he smiled again Go on," Tara smiled, her eyes drifted to the tightly tucked cotton shirt, his toned muscles stretched the material,
" We blackmail them," he relaxed in his chair,
"How?" Tara liked this man, more than anyone she had met since her dead husband, and now in such clandestine intimacy, she felt her pussy stir, she felt a pang of emptiness, and to her utter shock, a sense of her wetness when she sat close to him. Lowell pulled his laptop from the vase, opened it and showed her a folder. He opened it and found screenshots of CCTV and clips of grainy footage of Mahmoud and Maveen in various locations but each one was a guest room, which contravened hotel policy and br the rules. In the screenshots, Maveen was kneeling infringing on Mahmoud, and performing fellatio. One shit was clear enough to see him ejaculating on her face. The two clips showed Maveen being royally fucked from behind by Mahmoud. Tara gasped at the clarity of the video, Maveen was facing the camera, while Mahmoud was pounding her from behind.
Tara gasped and laughed. Maveen's expression was a picture; she was not impressed by Mahmoud's efforts. She looked up and shifted closer to the screen and him, she smelled his Joe Malone cologne, and glanced at the muscles of his legs in his tapered trousers,
"Christoper," she began,
"Please only my mother calls me Christoper, call me Lowell. Everybody does, " he smiled, too saw the slender curves partially hidden by her sari and more importantly the rich shape of her generous breasts,
"What are you getting out of this?" The question stung him,
"Distance! The chance to live my life, my way. Tara, I am running away from my mother whose sole reason for living is to marry me off to one of her 'ladies who lunch' spoilt daughters!" He spat,
"You don't like women?" Tara hated the potential answer," Was he gay?"
" I like women, not spoilt little princesses, who expect to be pampered every minute, and flattered whenever they change their outfits. I want a woman, who has a mind and a soul," He breathed," a woman who knows how to love and be loved,"
Tara found herself intrigued. She could tell that Lowell had been hurt and that made her warm to him even more. Tara, for the first time, since her husband's passing, thought about their age difference: she was in her late 40's and he was in his late 30's. Only a 10-year age gap; not an insurmountable difference, if they worked at it.
As the details of Lowell's plan were sketched out, the pair grew physically closer, poring over the laptop screen, poring over a mountain of paperwork that ran a large hotel.
Lowell became aware of Tara's effect on him, as he caught sight of her bosom heaving, as she laughed at the last part of their plan; to drop a screenshot into Mahmoud's personal account with a clear suggestion that might withdraw from the contest. Her breasts jiggled delightfully, and Lowell's prick stiffened obviously.
Tara recovering from her outburst looked at him, then to his crotch, and saw the long snake of his shaft engorged and fill out his trousers. Without a care, Tara reached down to hold the thickening prick,
"Lowell, like you, I like you more than any man for a long while," Tara, without waiting reached down, unzippered his fly, pulled down his briefs and took out his fat cock. It was bigger than she thought he would be, pale but thick and very hard in her hands then shuffling onto the carpet red floor, hefting her skirts for comfort, she took him in her mouth.
Lowell didn't protest. He shifted in his seat to give her easier access to his cock. As he looked down, the exhilaration of watching Tara suck on his swollen head as she returned his gaze with those big brown liquid eyes, highlighted with her kohl eyeliner. As she bobbed her head, straining to keep her eyes on his, his cock filled her throat.
Predictably Lowell rested his hand on her head and tenderly but firmly pushed her head further down onto his prick. Then Lowell moved to stand and reached down to Tara's face,
