My first night with my personal secretary Stella was something extraordinary in my slew of experiences with women and she was smoking hot in all aspects. I wondered how a dumbass, cuckold guy like Rahul impressed her in the first place.
To cut the long story short, I am a young entrepreneur who fell in deep lust with my voluptuous secretary and didn't miss the golden chance when she fell in an unexpected trap because of her husband. I had my share of pleasure with her beautiful body but somehow it didn't satiate me completely. I wanted more of her and not just that but to share her.
I might sound like a pervert or a sick bastard, but that's what I am! I am a full-fledged businessman who thinks everything in terms of profit, even humans along with their emotions. I don't feel guilty at all and Stella won't too once she gets to know my side of life.
I slowly realized I am sitting in my office now and tried to brush off the sexy mood.
"Excuse me, sir," my thoughts were interrupted by Stella's feeble voice as she stood knocking on the door.
"Yes, come in." I had a visible smile on my lips. Stella stood just 5'2, quite short compared to my six foot frame but she is adamantly sexy. Often, she wore saree to the office that exposed her hip to a good extent and she had a unique way of tugging her pallu, which made her neckline low and cleavage bit prominent. Surely, the fair beauty could give anyone an instant hard-on but it's good I made her my own private slut already!
"Sir, here are some papers to be signed." Stella stood near me but she was nervous and embarrassed to stand near me. Maybe, she couldn't get over the fact that it was only a night before that I fucked her in front of her husband and with split approval from her.
"Ohhh....god," was all she managed to say before I turned her over to face me. I planted another kiss on her come-kiss-me lips before making her sit on my lap.
Remembering an incident from last night, I couldn't help but take a second glance towards Stella.
"We can take care of office work later, Stella." I said and without hesitation, I moved my palm resting it over her exposed hip. She moved due to her reflex action but again came back near me. I made my grip firm over her naked hip and slightly caressed it, as she stood embarrassed.
"You are the best fuck I ever had, Stella."
Stella blushed but realized her mistake and kept silent without showing any emotions on her face. "I want that often and I know you will co-operate with me." My right hand was still busy caressing her hip and I moved it further, over her soft tummy and fingered her navel region.
"Ohh...Sir. Someone might come in," Stella hurriedly blurted before moving her saree further to hide my hand over her belly, so that someone who may walk inside won't spot it immediately. I smiled.
"Do you have any engagements tonight?" I enquired her. "No...no sir." She replied feebly.
"Good. Because, we have an important party tonight. And, you would be accompanying me as we are going to meet some important clients. Ask your husband to drop you at Caesar's Palace before 7:00 P.M."
Nodding an affirmative, she tried to walk away from the room. "And, ask Rahul he need not pick you up again dear. We will be spending the night and the weekend together," I added with a smirk on my face.
Stella looked visibly shocked for she never expected her second night with me would happen so early. But, I was sure she would never even guess in her wild dreams that she would be required to spread her legs, for more than one person tonight! There was an important deal to be done and my young, sexy secretary was the right bait to get it.
She walked out of the office room perplexed and vaguely aware of what was about to happen.
The office got over before the usual timing as it was Friday and I took out my mobile to message Stella. She had left early on my instruction to arrive at the venue on time.
"Wear something sexy and revealing, sweetheart," read my text.
I arrived on time and waited near the valet parking to receive her. We had a formidable business foundation yet to make those old hags agree, I decided to sacrifice my 22-year-old personal secretary, so that this deal doesn't slip out at any cost. I was dressed in a formal, black tux and waited anxiously.
Stella arrived finally accompanied by her husband Rahul. She wore a beautiful red saree, elegantly tucked on the sides making it look like a formal suit rather than traditional. Her neckline was rather low, exposing a lot of cleavage than usual and her neck was adorned with a single necklace. I took her palm in my hand to receive her and felt it exceptionally smooth. She waxed her hands and legs, besides trimming her eyebrows for the night.
I smiled. Stella smiled back at me with mixed emotions.
"Rahul, you can leave now. But, if you are too eager to try the imported whisky, stay back and enjoy the part. But, one condition is that you should never come near Stella whatever happens because she is not your wife, until the weekend is over," I instructed him clearly.
My secretary felt seriously embarrassed because she assumed I was going to fuck her tonight. And, having her husband around made her feel so degraded to the extent of being a bitch.
