From an idea by dahlia57
Mister Jenkins had forced Neelam into becoming his real girlfriend, telling her what outfits she had to wear at anytime, even when she went out with her husband Swaroop. It had been quite strange for the first occasions but she soon felt it really unimportant : Swaroop was the man she loved but Mr Jenkins was her boss and her money provider...
There was a company party and Mister Jenkins had insisted he wanted Neelam to attend to it with her husband. There hadn't been any problem during the formal presentation as her boss had kissed her hand like a noble French man in an eighteenth century royal court. Swaroop had laughed but Neelam hadn't! Swaroop danced several times with her. Mr Jenkins then asked him for the next dance with his wife.
- My dear friend, you shouldn't keep all the booty for yourself and share the pleasure of dancing with your pretty wife with us, poor mortals!
Swaroop bowed down with a cheerful smile and offered Neelam's hand to her boss. At this moment, the lights were dimmed and the music changed to a slow dance. Neelam looked for her husband in silent apology but he had been already preempted by a red haired beauty who was shamelessly molding into him! Neelam felt irrationally upset by watching Swaroop dancing with another girl. Everything considered, she had cheated on him, not the other way around and dancing with a stranger was nothing compared to fucking your boss! She let her anger take over. She needed to punish her husband!
She pushed her proud breasts forward. They were completely offered to her boss' view by the deep cleavage of her dress and the nature of the dress material itself : a sheer silk that seemed like a second skin on her body. She was beginning to feel as sexy as she must have looked. Shamelessly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbing her breasts hard against his chest, less than ten feet from her husband, with just the protection of the dimmed light. Her boss pulled her tight against his body so his engorged cock was pressed just as firmly against her belly. She felt completely inebriated by the situation : dancing wantonly with her boss who was also her lover in plain view of her husband with his manhood wedged against her pussy. Her head was spinning recklessly as Mister Jenkins steered her in circles.
As they danced to the rhythm of the music, her nipples, already engorged, began tingling, sending waves of small climaxes throughout her body. Her belly and cunt muscles were spasming uncontrollably, warming up for future exertions. He placed a hand on the small of her back and the other one straight on her crotch, massaging her cunt through her dress. Throwing caution to the winds, she started to moan discreetly. The lights were dimmed even further by the disk jockey and her boss took advantage of it, silencing her with his mouth. In no time, she found herself thrusting her pelvis hungrily against his groin. She climaxed silently still embraced tightly. Otherwise, she might have collapsed onto the floor, publicly disgracing herself!
There was a smoking room at the end of a long corridor. Mister Jenkins led her in that direction, checking every door on the way. The fourth was open and they entered as swiftly as they could. There was a billiard in the center of the room and Neelam thought for a moment she was at the Demeanor school in Scotland. Naina had showed her pictures of her recent visit. In the pub, there had been a rather similar billiard where the girls sent by Mrs Swathri were expected to prove their worth by servicing a hundred guys during a single night before being allowed to get back to the School!
Her boss locked the door before turning toward her. To be honest about it, she was as eager as him to shed the clothes that prevented their skins to come in contact. She just wanted to take up where they had left off a few days earlier. She took him by the neck and offered her mouth to him. He kissed her deeply immediately, pushing his tongue into her mouth as if he owned her! He held her in a tight embrace, his open, wet mouth sucking on her lips. He held her head with one hand while the other one was playing naughtily on her breasts and pussy. She was now so hot that She could feel rivulets of girly juices running down from her slit and soaking her stockings. The billiard would be soiled but neither of them cared a damn.
Once the door was safely locked, neither of them wasted time. He just took her in his arms and deposited her on the billiard with her legs hanging over the edge. Her wet panties had just been dropped in the corridor and left in a puddle there. Mr Jenkins had bunched her skirt around her waist. He opened his fly and freed his gorgeous cock. She licked her lips and parted her legs to receive him. His magnificent pole was standing tall and proud. His hairy balls hung like those of a bull, between his thighs.
Desperate with need, she guided the tip of his beautiful cock into her hungry and quite hot pussy. She felt his tool parting her moist, hot love lips. Then she humped forward violently several times until she was totally impaled onto him. She started rocking her pussy back and forth while slowly swinging her breasts against his face. He lifted her legs up to his shoulders and began slamming himself into her, ramming his cock deeper and deeper into her with every hard thrust. A mighty climax began to build deep in her belly, sending sparks from her pussy to her breasts. She screamed :
- Oh, fuck me, Sir, oh my God! Ooohh! harder, HARDER, please, Sir!!!
His cock throbbed and spasmed deep inside her! Jets of hot cum splashed against her internal walls making her orgasm on and on! He waited for her to calm down slowly.
- I think you are ready now to meet our customers!
- At last! I had feared you would never remember you hired me as a commercial agent and keep me for your personal use!
- No chance! I just wanted to know whether you had the guts for this rather special job and I think you have! This evening was a final test for you and you passed it with flying colors!
- Thank you, Sir!
- Let's go to business! We have a French customer coming over on Monday. He has put a claim on our last delivery : we promised that 95% of our electronic devices would pass their rather stringent requirements but, in reality, we were around 92% only. The difference may appear slight but it's sufficient for him not to accept the batch.
- What can we do : reduce the price?
- I fear we'll have to, in order to save the deal but, it's not the first time this customer has a claim. Usually, he wants to be entertained in a whore house in Germany or Switzerland! It's rather expensive : high class escort girls and room service! Mister Peronelle always wants the company of a very sexy girl! I thought you could entertain him!
- What? I should entertain him! You didn't need a commercial assistant but a simple whore and you don't want to pay the normal fee for it! Go to hell!
- Tuttt, tutt! Neelam! You wouldn't want Swaroop to be informed of our previous trysts, would you?
Neelam froze. Her boss was blatantly blackmailing her, threatening to inform her husband that she had cheated on him! Swaroop was extremely jealous. He would probably sue for divorce!
- Don't fear anything! I'll accompany you for your first meeting with customers, to hold your hand while Mister Peronelle fucks you. He has a very nice cock and he knows how to make girls cum on his cock. None ever complained!
Neelam felt depressed during the rest of the evening. She stayed on a sofa, declining any offer for a dance. Swaroop asked her even what was wrong, fearing to have caused her anger. She had to tell him he had imagined it!
Before they left, Mister Jenkins slid discreetly two five hundred euros bills in her cleavage, just as if she was some hooker or a go go girl!
- I want you to buy some new clothes, to impress our client : a new dress, new shoes and some Chantal Thomass underwear : very expensive but slutty! Spend as much as you want but bring me back a receipt for our tax return papers!
Neelam froze in shock : her boss was behaving with her just as if she was a whore. She had met recently Debbie Whitaker, a friend of Kira and she had gathered that she was a very active prostitute in Singapore. She was gorgeous, sexy and she had had a very strong effect on Swaroop. He had fucked her, his wife, several times just after they had met her. Neelam couldn't hide to herself that the mere idea of becoming a secret whore aroused her. Every thing considered, it was quite a usual fantasy for western women and with the passing years, she was switching more and more from Indian to western way of life!
During the next two days, she devoted all her free time to shopping, buying a sexy red dress with straps crossing in front. The overall appearance really pleased her : her breasts were pushed together, offering a very nice cleavage and allowing the décolletage to plunge VERY deep. It was probably the sluttiest outfit she had ever worn! She just wished the customers would like it! She had also bought a matching set of gold underwear, with black sheer stockings. There was an embroidery on her calves, showing a girl taking off her knickers : it was quite naughty or even perverse and she had loved it, taking several pairs of it! She had had plenty of difficulties finding a bra that would fit her dress, staying hidden until she removed her dress but she had found it!
Mr Jenkins had arranged a meeting in some hush hush restaurant in a eighteenth century lodge, out of the town. The maitre d'h helped her out of her coat and opened wide eyes when he discovered her dress. It had a slit up to her mid thigh and her legs appeared up to the lace top of her knickers whenever she made a step forward. Nothing to compare with the sarees she wore at home : she was dressed to kill!!! Mister Jenkins was seated at a table in the back of the restaurant. He stood up when he saw her. There were two guys with him that stood up to welcome her. Her boss presented the oldest as Mister Peronelle. The other man was his English purchase manager, Mister Pembroke. He was black, with his skin like ebony, sturdy like a wrestler but very, very handsome!
