CHAPTER 04: Susan's Parents visit Mr Gupta
By Jill York and Dan57
After the meeting with Mr Rajeev and Mr Gopal at Mr Gupta's apartment, Susan's life settled down very well. She had felt it sensible not to tell her husband John of the events that had happened. She had felt deeply embarrassed but there was an exciting naughtiness about it all. Imagining that her husband was next door while she was fucked by several men was quite arousing! She understood now the women cheating on their husbands in plays at the Theatre...
In her position as Senior Accountant, she was often summoned to Mr Gupta's office for various business meetings. He had installed his headquarters in John's supermarket and he often took an important part in the direction of the group. Susan did have an important role and Mr Gupta was obviously pleased with her performance. He had even told her husband John, that Susan was doing well and was considering her for even further promotion. Both Susan and John were elated as they felt that their education and hard work were at last paying off. They dearly wanted success for their own sakes and also to meet the aspirations of their parents.
Mostly, Susan's meetings in Mr Gupta's office were with several other senior staff and, afterwards, she would return quietly to her own office to carry on with her normal duties. On a few occasions, Mr Gupta would simply dismiss the other members of staff and ask Susan to stay for further discussions. No one found it quite strange at all. Over the months, Susan began to understand that she would always be fucked on these occasions.
She decided not to tell her husband as she found these visits quite pleasurable. It appeared that Mr Gupta liked to try different positions and part of her enjoyment was of not knowing which one. She had tasted at the beginning of their relations, one of Mr Gupta's golden relaxing tablets and continued to take one, from time to time. It wasn't really a drug but something like a glass of sherry just after a long day of work. She found that she had, afterward, an overwhelming desire to please Mr Gupta and it made her feel gorgeous. She could have asked for a pack of those pills to take one when she was alone with John but she didn't feel its necessity : with Mr Gupta, their meetings were for pleasure but, with John, it was now just her marital duty, especially now as their sexual relations were down, virtually to zero!!
Mr Gupta always seemed to surprise her. He rarely expected her to be totally undressed. Mostly, he would simply tell her to sit on the desk and open her legs. He didn't have to tell her anything else as she knew she was expected to pull her skirt right up. He would then ease her panty gusset to one side and fuck her. It was always nice but even better when she had had a golden tablet. Susan was getting more confident now and would politely ask her boss:
-Mr Gupta, would you mind if I had one of your tablets?
He was a kind man and he never refused her. On other occasions if he was busy, he would just stand near her chair. He was so close that she knew what he wanted. She would undo his trousers and pull his cock out. Usually the tablets were left conveniently on the desk and it was accepted she could take one without asking. She often did. Once she had his cock out, she would wank him in her hand a few times and was always surprised how big he always became. With the tablet and all her own feelings, she felt exquisite, beautiful, rather slutty and terribly horny. She knew he expected respect from her. She should always remember her place and ask him politely :
-Would you mind if I sucked your big cock, Mr Gupta?
He always smiled and nodded. They understood each other perfectly now. She was becoming fully trained. On other occasions, he didn't want too much participation and, by a few short words and signs, she understood perfectly what her Master required. In particular, it was the case when he had summoned John for some reason and he was waiting in the next room while she was fucked in Mr Gupta's office. The walls and the door were so thin that he could have heard any revealing conversation, moans or noises.
Susan, on these occasions, was taking from her purse some old fashioned cotton knickers and pushed them in her mouth. When she had gagged herself conveniently, he just fucked her mercilessly on his desk, banging her as hard as he could. On the last occasions, he had found it funny to use her mouth as starters : she hadn't been able to use her knickers and she had to control herself closely not to emit any noises that John would have found out. It had been such a nightmare but it had been tremendously arousing! She had cummed like never in her life!
Mr Gupta also liked to watch her play with herself. She would take a tablet and then start by sitting in front of him with her skirt up and legs open and fondle herself through her panties. He had told her that he wanted her to forget he was watching her and do it as she normally did on her own. She had never done anything like that but she had rapidly become addicted to it! She now felt quite relaxed and she even started to buy naughty magazines in a nearby newspaper shop. She now brought them regularly home and kept a pile of them in her office.
Susan could get herself quite wet doing this and had to time it so that when Mr Gupta was ready, she would slip her panties down to her knees to use her finger more effectively. Mr Gupta would look at her quite closely as she was reaching the edge of a climax and she knew that he liked to see her finger right up herself just as she came. She couldn't stop herself giving then a little gasp as she came. He always required to be given her dirty panties after she had masturbated in them and had wiped her pussy clean of her love juices with them. He wanted her to balance her knickers on her shoe and stretch her leg out to make her offering to him. She always had spare underwear in his office if he allowed her to put it on back.
Sometimes, he denied her that possibility and she had to return home with no knickers on, terrified her husband, sometimes on the driver's seat next to her, would discover it! Mary Macy enjoyed to tease her about it and she decided one day that, in such occasions, Susan shouldn't sit on her skirt in the car but arrange it around her butt and sit directly on the leather of the car seat. Her pussy was often filled up with Mr Gupta's seed or her own love juices. The upholstery of her seat was then unavoidably soiled by the fluids oozing out of her pussy! Afterwards, Susan had to spend up to two hours cleaning her seat but, fortunately, John never noticed anything! It was fortunate that he abode strictly to Mr Macy's instructions not to have sexual relations with his wife. Mr Gupta had just allowed him to lick her pussy. He had developed a very clever tongue!
Mrs Macy and her daughter were quite interested by his ability in this direction : they often took John to their bedroom, made him kneel to their feet and lifted their skirts to show off their knickers. They made him lick them through their undies before pulling them down and pushing their crotch against his lips... He expertly formed his tongue into a cone and drilled it into their pussies for their deep enjoyment. Afterwards, they fucked him most of the time. As they were training him to be a perfect submissive, he was never allowed to fuck them as he wanted. In particular, missionary position was strictly forbidden to him and he wasn't allowed to mount Mary or her mother. It was them who straddled him, taking his erect cock up their pussies. It was so exciting to be always in the dominant position for Mary and Mrs Macy! Even John finally enjoyed it, too!
His feminization was progressing nicely : he was on his fifth laser depilation session in a beauty parlor in London. His beard was now mostly a souvenir, now reduced to a few disseminated hairs and the back growth was each time sparser! They had also organized a liposuction at the level of his waist. The grease had been reinjected on his chin, around his nose and on his hips. His face was now rounder, more feminine looking and his hips were more flaring. The change wasn't that important when he wore men's outfits but it was quite conspicuous when Mrs Macy transformed him into Joan. The tightest dresses or skirts now fitted perfectly to the slim frame of Joan, showing off her tight waist, her luscious hips and her long legs.
Recently, Mrs Macy had asked John to drive her to her hair dresser as Mary was unavailable. She had accompanied Susan to one of her meetings with Mr Gupta's close friends. Without any prompting, John had dressed up like a girl, complete with a skirt, a blouse and medium height heels and a little make up. The hair dresser had complimented Mrs Macy. She had pretended Joan was her niece...
-With your daughter Mary and Joan, you must have handsome young men queuing in front of your house!
Recently, Mrs Macy had indulged into another occasion of doll playing with Joan in presence of her husband and Susan. She had produced out of a box a brand new outfit for Joan. She had opened the box with a great fuss, spreading out some fine papers to show off a complete set of girly underwear with black lacy push up bra and a string panty clearly meant to be worn by a man! There was just a string around the waist and another one running along the crack of the ass. The strings were so thin that they disappeared completely between the buttocks. The front was made in a tight leather and completely hid his cock and his balls. Joan had grimaced : the knickers must be rather painful to wear but the illusion was almost perfect : Joan looked at cursory inspection just a sexy girl.
There were also matching suspenders and stockings. John had already disappeared to let the place to Joan. Mary explained to her that the string should be put over the suspenders in order to allow an easy access to toilets without taking off the suspenders. Joan had to recognize it was quite logical. Her false boobs just fitted nicely in her bra. They really bothered Mrs Macy and she would have to find a way to hide them.
Then Mrs Macy searched in her cupboard to come back with a scandalously short schoolgirl's uniform with a tartan pleated skirt that barely covered Joan's sexy knickers, a flimsy white blouse through which you could make out the push up bra and impossibly high stilettos. The skirt was so short that Joan could see the lacy top of Joan's stockings. The whole outfit was the ultimate shame for John but Joan had rapidly gotten used to wear such revealing outfits. She had managed to get the knack of it, learning to walk, giggle and behave just like a girl. Mary Macy had taken her to a dance hall and Joan had received plenty of invitations by many suitors some of them rather young up to men older than Mr Gupta that would have loved to spend a few hours with a girl as sexy as Joan. Mary had to act the chaperone to Joan!
