Pallavi entered the Villa after a full day of travelling, it was already night, and if she was any late than this, she would have been definitely caught up in the storm. Aakash had told her that he had a Villa in the city outskirts, but she never for a moment realized that it would take her ten hours to arrive there. Pallavi was shocked at the sight of the Villa. Calling it a royal mansion would have been appropriate.
In her entire life, Pallavi didn't even imagine this kind of palace, lest seeing anything like that in real life. And why she was here, well, it was a long story. For starters, she was a classic Indian beauty bestowed with every feminine gift possible. She has full red lips, a long neck, curvy back, wide hips, and her most treasured assets, her ample bosom. Ever since she turned eighteen, she received proposals from boys left and right, but due to her conservative brahmin upbringing never gave a chance to any of them. She never even had a male friend until she met Rajat Gupta in college. Rajat had a inexplicable charm. He was the topper of the class and used to remain quiet most of the time, yet somehow everyone wanted to befriend him. Even the class bullies respected him even though he was never seen hanging out with them.
So when one day he called out for her after the class, Pallavi directly proposed to him without even listening to what he wanted to say. Many of her female friends were irked at why Rajat chose her over them, but it all cooled down with time. A time which was probably the best of her life. Rajat was the one who claimed her virginity and introduced her to the world of lust. He was a passionate lover and used to fuck her for hours in any position imaginable. And roughly. Those intense sessions made her forget everything in life. But like all good things, even this came to an end when Rajat went to the US after college, and she remained here in India.
She was soon married to a typical brahmin guy just after her degree was over. Sahil was the total opposite of Rajat. He had no passion, no looks, and seemed confused most of the time. The only thing he was passionate about was hoarding money, but it was never enough with a meagre salary of thirty thousand. For this reason, she joined a private firm as a secretary to fulfil at least her basic needs and of her children if they were ever born. The matter of children was again a big headache for Pallavi. All her in-laws used to taunt him for not giving them grandchildren even after three years of marriage, but they didn't know that their son was a pussy. He never lasted more than two minutes with her, and all he cared about was to just jerk off his limp prick as soon as possible. Pallavi didn't even want his children, who would probably turn out to be just like him.
Many times when her feeble husband was snorting, she used to dream of Rajat and the rough luscious pounding he used to give to her. But never in her wildest thoughts can she imagine that she will relive those experiences. Her company was brought by a new young man, Aakash Aggarwal. While Mr Aakash altered most of the earlier employees, she was retained. The only question she was asked by him when she first appeared in front of Mr Aakash was, "What's your figure Pallavi?"
"34C-26-36", She replied while blushing to which he just gave the nod. Soon she was introduced to her new tasks, actually three tasks only. To feed Mr Aakash with her own hands, gave him a blowjob after lunch and then recieve her daily payments for these nine slaps at her bottom.
Suddenly a gigantic hand shook her out of her thoughts.
"Let me guide you to your rooms," A guard in black clothing said to her, bowing. She didn't miss him checking on her body. Today was the bonus day she suddenly remembered why she was here.
"I thank you, Sir." She said and then followed him inside nervously.
Three hours later, the door was opened, and she was greeted with the sight of an old man staring at her, wearing just a shirt, trousers and boots.
"Can I help you, Sir?" She asked.
"Yes, That's why you are here" He grinned at her.
Oh, so he is Mr Roshan, father of Aakash. She thought to herself. Aakash used to call him lalaji.
"Please," She said, moving aside. He entered the room, almost hitting his head on the doorframe. Pallavi closed the door and locked it discreetly.
"Well," She said.
He Cleaned his throat. "I'm here to discuss how you are going to receive your bonus, young lady," He said. "Let's start with your name."
Pallavi cocked her head and raised her brow. "Pallavi Sharma"
"So Pallavi, do you know what a bonus is and what you need to do to receive it" He licked his lips.
Pallavi already knew what he wanted, and being honest, she was curious. This man was a giant, almost two of her in height and size. "How do you want to start, sir?"
He smirked. "However you like, I heard you brahmin girls are quite intelligent."
Pallavi stared at him. "Very well, Sir", She said after a second. She shrugged and let her gown fall, making a pool on her feet, then stepped from her dress.
"Fuck yes", He groaned, eying her body, her handful perky breasts and her cute little pussy. He then undressed himself and walked to her.
Pallavi's eyes went to his body, big arms, and muscled chest...and mainly his dick. Her eyes widened. His cock hanging heavily, long and thick, he has a seven-inch cock...that wasn't even hard. For the first time, she had seen something like this. That monster will tear her apart.
Lalaji stood in front of her. He cupped her cheek, feeling her skin in hand. "So soft..." He murmured, bringing his other hand to her arsecheek and squeezed, making her moan softly. He brushed his big thumb on her lips. Pallavi parted her plump lips and let him push his thumb inside. She sucked his finger, hollowing her cheeks and twiddled her tongue around.
Lalaji grunted as he watched her suck his finger. After a few seconds, he pulled his finger from her mouth. "Suck", He ordered.
Pallavi obeyed and then crouched. She gulped. His cock was definitely not fitting in her mouth. She wrapped both hands around his length and stroked slowly. "Just like that, suck my balls", He moaned.
Pallavi lowered her head and looked at his big balls. They barely fit in my mouth. They are too big; she gave his sack wet pecks, then she licked them, making him murmur. Finally, she opened her mouth wide and took one of his nuts in her hot mouth. His testicle filled her whole mouth completely. She brushed her tongue on his skin then sucked hungrily, making his hand go to her hair and grip hard.
Pallavi gave his other testicle the same treatment before she spat on it. She then kissed his sack with hunger, her tongue licking everywhere and her cheeks and chin coated with saliva.
"You like my balls, don't you?" He groaned, and she nodded, taking one testicle in her mouth "Fucking whore"
Pallavi let go of his sack and looked at his cock that was now hard, she gasped, and her eyes widened slightly. In front of her stood an almost eleven-inch cock, thick and veiny.
"Too big for you, little bitch?" He chuckled. "Don't worry, I will make him fit on you, you enjoying or not."
Pallavi swallowed, then she put her tongue out and licked the tip of his mushroom head, gathering his precum on her tongue. The salty taste hit her tastebuds, making her moan. Her left hand lowered to between her legs and began to rub her swollen bundle of nerves. She took his cock in her hand and stroked softly. She then licked the whole underneath his length, from the base to the tip. She even gave his shaft a few licks before putting his cockhead in her mouth. Pallavi tried to take more, but his head was the only thing that fit in her mouth.
She swirled her tongue around and sucked on his head like a baby sucking on his mother's breast. Lalaji closed his eyes and groaned. He grasped her hair and tried to push more of his cock inside. Pallavi groaned as her hand worked furiously on her clit. She pulled his cock from her mouth and spat on it, stroking him fast, her hand barely closing around his girth.
