Sunny Side Up

Sunny Side Up

"Sunny's here is Pakistan," Honey sounded chirpy on her message.

Sitting in my office in Cairo, I had just noticed a new picture on her WhatsApp account, showing both her older sister and Honey herself.

"If she is going to be there through to next weekend, I am on my way to Islamabad," I responded.

"Noooo, she is leaving with our mom for the USA this Sunday!" Honey took the wind out of my sails.

A quick bit of math and a look at my work calendar showed that by the time I arrived, Sunny would be in bed in her Brooklyn, New York, home, and certainly not in mine! I was crushed at losing the opportunity of seeing one of my lost and most missed crushes of all time. Hell, it had been almost five years since she had married some Pakistani ex-refugee, who had parlayed his federal aid checks into a half-decent grocery enterprise in the US. Yet even now, the mere mention of her name sent shivers down my spine and the occasional picture on Honey's Facebook account had my heart racing like crazy.

II

Sunny had walked into my life one fine summer day in Islamabad. The office had suddenly gone silent. As I looked out of my national telecom office, everyone was staring in the same direction. My mullah-type male secretary, Iftikhar, walked up and said, "Sir your third candidate for the VP's Office Assistant position is here."

I motioned to have her sent in and saw from the corner of my eye that he was making a lewd gesture inserting his right index finger into a circle made by joining the thumb and index finger on his left hand. A moment later I understood why he had done so. Standing in front of me was an absolute beauty, in a lovely printed kameez and black shalwar, her dupatta (scarf) not across her neck but carelessly held by the tips of fingers on both hands halfway down her torso. Her shiny eyes and white complexion were set off beautifully by the dress.

"May I enter Sir," she said, and I half gasped, half mumbled an okay, pointing her to a chair across my desk.

"So, Miss Sana Ikram, you would like to join our company?"

"Just call me Sunny, it is short and memorable," she replied, tossing my line of questioning out, "I would like to see if what you can offer interests me!"

Sunny bent forward from her seat. The lower-than-normal neckline on her kameez opened to give me a direct look at perhaps sixty percent or more of near perfect orbs, held up by a frilly black bra. Instinctively my cock began to press up against the underwear and pants that were constricting its full elevation.

Sunny sat back, looked at me quizzically and said, "Are there any questions to be asked?" I had not spoken for the better part of two minutes.

"You do have an MBA and some work experience," I mumbled.

"Neither of those are really relevant in the starting level job you would like me to do here," she answered, "but I have so many other talents that can't be put down on a resume."

Ten minutes of inane questioning and pointed answers followed, when the secretary knocked and reminded me that the next three candidates were waiting, two males and one average looking girl.

"I will get back to you with next steps," I used the standard human resources line.

"Kindly don't call if the offer is below Rupees Fifty Thousand," she responded and added while exiting, "you and I both know I am worth a lot more."

III

Getting her that amount for a starting level position was not going to be possible in the national telecom company. The best that could be offered at that level was about fifty percent less. However, Sunny had tweaked my curiosity, and I wondered if something could be worked out at another level.

"Could you please come and see me at eleven tomorrow," I advised her during a call, "there may be an opportunity that fits you well at the company."

"Sorry to be late," Sunny sashayed into my office at well past eleven thirty, "I wanted to make sure I looked good for any position you have in mind!"

Look good she did, in fact exceptionally good indeed. Rather than the expected demure shalwar kameez, Sunny showed up in a pair of tight white pants, topped with a sleeveless pink printed blouse that left much to the imagination. A nice pair of pumps added to the impression that she was headed to a party with friends rather than appearing for a job interview.

"Apologies sir at being just a few minutes late," she cooed while bending forward and giving me a glimpse of her orbs through the top of her blouse, "I just couldn't decide what to wear to really impress you, I hope you approve of my dress!"

"It seems that you are somewhat overqualified for the executive support person role," I tried to bring the conversation back on track, "but we have a need for a Franchise Coordination Supervisor and a Department Office Manager, with packages closer to the number you had given me."

"Would it have any other benefits than a base salary, a housing allowance and 30 days of leave?" she immediately countered, "other than of course the joys of being right under you!"

The girl was baiting me, and I was falling into her trap without any resistance. Just to emphasize her point, she moved one of her feet, tapped my shoe with her hers, and brought her leg into contact with mine under the desk.

"I am trying to add a volume-based commission scheme for my team members that should be in place by the beginning of the next year," I responded, "and there are allowances for attending training and business trips."

"Do you expect me to slave for this company just to make a few pennies?" Sunny floored me as she put her hand out and touched mine, "I was hoping that you would need someone to look out for you and be a fine representative of your office in particular!"

Just at that moment, a consultant assisting with operational matters walked in and wondered if I was game for lunch off site. Seemed that he was keen on getting another girl applicant into an office, and later probably a missionary, position and said that she would be joining us. Figuring that three was a crowd, I spontaneously invited Sunny to join us. She agreed immediately but with the proviso of picking the place to go to.

The Lebanese restaurant she selected was one of the most expensive and exclusive in town. However, being a high-level officer in a major governmental body, a suitable booth was arranged for us. Right after appetizers, Sunny tapped my foot and indicated that I look at the other two. Wasif had stuck his hand under Neelum's shirt and was fondling her nether regions. I was surprised when rather than objecting to what was going on, Sunny took my right hand and placed it surreptitiously between her legs, giving me the go ahead to fondle away. Only the fabric of her trousers and panties separated my hand from her cunt as she slowly moved closer to me in the booth. To make things even more interesting she took a piece of bread, scooped some hummus onto it and put it into my mouth.

"I am recommending you as the department's office manager," I let her know when we returned to the office, "all you need is to pass a perfunctory interview with the HR manager and sign your contract."

"I look forward to it," she said, coming around to my seat, kissing me on my right cheek, rubbing her hand on my crotch, and heading out, "and I am sure you are too!"

IV

"I have bad news and good news," Sunny let me know a few days later when she sashayed in late one evening unannounced but looking most welcome indeed even if in a demure pink shalwar suit.

I had been advised by the HR manager that a contract had been sent to her, but that it was less than what I recommended since there appeared to be some gaps in her resume.

"The bad news for you, but not for me, is that I have decided to join Unipex and for a contract of over Rupees fifty thousand per month," she deflated me having accepted a rival offer.

"I am very disappointed but wish you well in your new position," I replied with obvious pain.

"But the good news is I am bringing over my very intelligent younger sister who I believe will be perfect as your assistant now and office manager later!" Sunny responded, "and you will love her as she is a cutie, and this will allow us to stay in touch!"

"That's fine, but she will probably also give me the same run around you have given," I acted angry even though I was enjoying the banter.

"Let's see if we can be friends a little more than we already are," Sunny came around in front of me and put her lips to mine for a quick kiss.

"No that won't do," I told her straight, "you have really not been very nice!"

"Perhaps this will be enough to get your forgiveness," Sunny responded, pulling off her kameez and blouse to display an exceptionally fine pair of tits.

"Certainly better, but my hurt is too deep," I shot back wondering if she would take the bait.

Sunny got onto her knees, undoing my belt, and pulling my pants down. The staff had all almost gone home and she made sure to look around before pulling out my cock. I was wondering if she was going to lie down on the couch and open her legs. Instead, she put her mouth around my penis and started sucking and licking with purpose. In a moment I had forgotten that she had turned down my offer and was enjoying the blow job. Sunny noted when I tensed and took a deep breath just as my jism hit her mouth, retaining every bit inside it. Picking up a bottle of water from my desk, she took a long slug, then gurgled and spat out the residue into an empty teacup. Without a word she put on her clothes and indicated she was headed out.

"Is this what you did to get your other job too?" I just had to ask as she walked away.

"Oh no, the boss at the other company is a female who liked me for my confidence and abilities," she replied, "this was my way of an apology after all you have done for me and as an offering before you hire my baby sister Hana, we call her Honey!"

Honey turned out to be an even prettier young lady, about three years younger than Sunny and with only a bachelor's degree and a few months' experience as a customer service representative for a local transport company. Unlike the sex appeal evident in Sunny, however, Honey had an innocent sort of striking beauty. I hired her as my executive assistant on the spot to the joy of every guy in the team.

Honey was a great boost to my standing in the company, with many meetings suddenly being requested at our satellite building rather than corporate headquarters. The old geezers in senior management were keen to check out my executive assistant babe. Suddenly I was being asked to source any rejects from my female applicants over to their departments!

As far as any sexual activity was concerned, however, things took a different direction. The girl was extremely innocent, lacking any sort of clue about how the rest of the team were lusting for her, and simple in her outlook. She was good at taking orders as long as they were straight forward. Honey came in to see me before leaving on December 31. I had been in a dour mood due to business issues and reached out for her, pulling her close and kissing both her cheeks. Not getting any sort of objection, I put my lips on top of hers and pushed my tongue into her mouth. She did not resist but I got the strangest feeling, not of enjoying the exchange of oral fluids with a very fuckable female, but rather of kissing my own daughter or sister. I pulled back, mussed her hair, and patted her back as she ran out the door. This one was not for me.

V

"Sunny's getting married," Honey was in a bouncy mood, "and I would be honoured if Anita and you would come to the wedding!"

The kiss had not been mentioned in the three months or so that followed. I was relieved that the moment of indiscretion had not turned into a situation whereby my reputation or job could be lost on one hand, or my family would abandon me on the other.

"Really, Sunny never mentioned anything to me," I was surprised.

There was good reason for the surprise. Sunny had stayed in touch for the six months since Honey had been hired without any mention of impending marriage. We had met for lunch on the odd weekday. While she did not let me fuck her, she deep kissed me often, allowing me to caress her breasts or parts other than her cunt, and on one occasion even lying completely naked with her in bed without attempting any vaginal or anal penetration. A blow job was happily given and received on most of these opportunities.

I was falling badly for her, and she liked being around me too. The very idea of her getting hitched was a bolt from the blue. Of course, I had no right to think a twenty-something girl would be keen on a mid-thirtyish married man like me. For whatever reason Sunny had added significant sunlight into my life. And now it was in danger of being extinguished!

And extinguished it was as she took her vows with the dorky looking fellow. Just a few days prior to the wedding ceremony, she asked if I would take her to lunch for the last time. Thinking ahead, I had booked a room at the hotel which housed the restaurant I was taking her to. Lunch was sullen and forgettable.

Sunny was ready to go as soon as we entered the room, hugging me close, kissing my mouth and unzipping my pants. A few moments later we lay naked in bed, my cock in her hand and my mouth sucking on her sizable boobs. I reached for her pussy, hoping that she was ready to go to home base.

"No dear, that belongs to my husband to be," she cooed into my ear while putting my hand back onto her tits, "but you can have anything else you desire!"

Sunny did not object as I flipped her over and greased her anus with some cream from the amenities on the dresser. She did, however, jerk mightily as I pressed my cock into her asshole and cry out in pain. Rather than accede to her request of pulling out, I lay there with a quarter of my penis in her backside for an extended while. Slowly she relaxed her muscles, and I pushed in a bit more. Sunny clenched her teeth as the entire appendage entered her rectal canal and could go no further. Turning her face to one side, I was able to kiss and soothe her. My cock was throbbing, and I pulled in and out of her with measured strokes, trying to minimize the hurt. By now she was beginning to feel waves of pleasure from her insides and had become a willing participant. I tried to extend the action as much as possible, but in a matter of moments her insides were flooded with my cum.

Sunny tapped my leg to release her, and I pulled out, leaving a puddle on the sheets. She slid to the side of the bed and headed to the bathroom. Any hope of more action went out the door as she emerged fully dressed and opened the door.

"I know Honey wants you there," she said, "but perhaps it is best if you did not attend the wedding for my sake!"

VI

Honey half-believed the story I spun about needing to rush off to Lahore due to a family emergency. Given that I spent the week in Islamabad, my family expected me to be at home. My kids would be looking forward to seeing me and my wife would be ready to fuck my brains out on at least one of the two nights I would be there.

Sunny had given me a way out, but Honey called about a dozen times before I responded with a cock and bull story about my mom not feeling well and needing to visit a specialist. I figured I needed to take the younger sibling out for a platonic lunch and let her do some shopping to cool her down. I could only imagine how nice Sunny looked in her wedding dress, knowing well that she would look sensational out of it!

My loving wife Anita and I had worked out a weekend routine whereby on my visits home the family would go out to dinner at least for one of the nights and often fuck away. Since I did not get home till about ten at night on Friday, dinner and sex were foregone, but I had a feeling the next night would be different.

Anita was ready about an hour ahead of our restaurant reservation. My mom had ensured that both our boys had put on clean clothes and were set to go out. My jaw dropped as my wife sashayed into the living room wearing a very transparent pink Bollywood style saree. The blouse was tight around her breasts, leaving both shoulders bare, her midriff was on full view, and the back was almost totally uncovered. She had left her tresses open and put on a minimal amount of very stylish jewelry. She had dropped most vestiges of modesty in dress after marriage and did not care much of what others thought of her chic and liberal style. She knew she was a babe and wanted all to be aware of it. I wanted to take her on the spot, but the kids wanted to go out and mom may have had some concerns!

Anita was the center of attention at the fine Italian restaurant with her looks, svelte figure, and choice of revealing dress. The usually great service and food was made even better by her demeanour. At a few years shy of thirty she was peaking as far as looking elegant was concerned and the people around eyed and appreciated her. While the kids took the spaces between us in the booth that we were seated, Anita kept tapping her foot and leg onto mine. As I looked at her, she pushed out one cheek with her tongue mimicking a blow job. My cock was straining, and I was ready to head home, when the others returned as the head waiter called them in for their pizzas.

The kids took to their pizza with gusto, eating with joy and dirtying their clothes while my mom chided them. I was delighted with the chicken parmigiana on my plate. Anita dabbled with her spaghetti but chopped the meatballs with intent and sucked them down slowly and in a most sexy manner. It was torture waiting around till dessert was delivered and consumed.

Mom was on guard to put the kids to bed as soon as we got back. Taking her medication and wishing us goodnight, she vanished into her bedroom. Anita got up from the sofa in the family room and asked me to help undo the saree off her body. She reached behind her back and loosened the tie on her blouse. The garment came open and she took it one hand, letting me soak her topless visage. I moved to help her out of the petticoat, but she indicated that I should stay for a while and left.

About twenty-five minutes later my phone buzzed, and she messaged me to come to the bedroom. Turning off the lights around the house, I slowly entered. Anita was lying on the bed in a slight bluish-green negligee, pumps on her feet, and fully highlighted by the single lamp shining onto her from the nightstand. She sat up with her back against the headboard and spread her legs wide open. There was no panty to cover her nether regions.

I needed no further encouragement and disposed of my trousers, jacket, and other garments in a matter of seconds. My cock found its target and Anita locked her legs behind my back, squeezing so I could feel the heels dig into me. I worked the lingerie off and was able to suck on her tits as she was now bare naked. These had a strange, sweet taste on them, and I realized she had rubbed them in the piece off dessert we had brought back from the restaurant. Wondering if she had been more liberal with the application I licked around her torso and neck but realized that she had selectively chosen her breasts only.

"Yum, tasty," I murmured as my licking continued and my cock nestled in her vagina.

Slowly I began to thrust, and Anita met every stroke of mine, rising and falling with the momentum. Just as I approached my climax, she grabbed my cock, pulled it out and contorting took it into her mouth. I exploded mightily, filling her mouth, and spilling onto the pillow and sheet. Anita sat up for a bit, took a gulp and swallowed the load.

"You looked ravishing today," I brought a redness to her cheek and a smile on to her face, "I was wondering that if Mom had not come along, we could have made out in one of the hotel corridors!"