Note: This story is a sequel to the previous chapters. Those who have read it before can continue from here. For those who haven't, I suggest they start from Ch. 01 to better understand and the enjoy the story.
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"This is so embarrassing... Gurnam... stop!!" I pleaded.
"What is embarrassing... Aditi Madam?" Gurnam asked.
"They are watching us... stop it... let me go!!" I moaned, trying to wriggle my way out of Gurnam's vice like grip.
"Who is watching us... and watching us doing what??" Gurnam said, feigning innocence.
"What kind of a sick freak are you? Your employees are watching us doing this!!" I yelled at Gurnam.
"Ohhhh... don't worry about that... they have watched me before." Gurnam replied calmly as he continued stroking my pussy with his cock.
I was bent over, holding a metallic shelf for support. Gurnam was right behind me, fucking me; starting with slow leisurely strokes but picking up pace gradually. We were in 'Gurnam Da Garage', in the shack that Gurnam called his 'office'. The very same place where almost a year ago, Gurnam and I indulged in something that continued to this very day.
It was a bright spring afternoon of a very busy weekday when I drove my car over for its scheduled servicing. The garage was full of mechanics working on their assigned cars. Gurnam personally attended to me.
I was a bit awkward, watching the mechanics smiling at me. Their smiles were not like what a service provider gives to a client. It was a knowing smile, a smile that they even exchanged with one another. This had not been the first time they were smiling at me like this; in fact they had started smiling at me soon after my sexual affair with Gurnam started. Damn! Office gossip exists here too, in such unorganized and lowly places.
Gurnam took a cursory look at the car like he usually did and a couple of minutes later we entered his 'office'. As soon as I entered, an embarrassing but very kinky realization hit me. I had been fucked in every corner of this room. The glass top table, the chairs on the either ends of the table on which usually we sat, dressed at first but undressed soon enough.
The couch!! The filthy, dust covered, torn couch which looked like it would collapse even if a fly sat on it but actually had been strong enough to take not just my body weight as Gurnam fucked me in the most animalistic ways but also the weights of both our bodies when I enthusiastically jumped on his cock as I rode him.
As I kept looking around the room, recalling our nasty fuck fests, I realized that the metallic shelf was the only place where our naked bodies had not been. Oh well... there I was a few minutes later holding the shelf for my dear life as Gurnam started fucking me in his usual ruthless manner.
I opened my eyes and looked to the left and then to the right to see faces with wide eyes and naughty grin at the windows of the office. My private sex affair had now become a public spectacle. All I could see were their faces but I was sure that under those windows, all those men were busy jacking off watching their boss and his client/mistress fucking like rabbits. I was pretty sure that one by one, all those men would paint the outer side of the wall white.
Gurnam withdrew his cock from my pussy, grabbed my arm and turned me around. As soon as I turned around to face him, he pushed me against the shelf. He raised my left leg on his forearm and shoved his cock back inside my pussy.
"Aahh... " I gasped loudly, which I followed with a long moan as Gurnam first stuffed his cock inside me and then began fucking me.
I heard a loud whistle which I instantly knew came from one of his employees watching us from outside. The whistle was followed by laughter from our audience. I, by now had stopped pleading to
Gurnam to let me go and get out of this mess. But slowly the embarrassment had given way to arousal. I was reluctantly enjoying being watched. What a slut I am!!
Gurnam let go off my leg as I locked it above his ass and grabbed my waist as he continued pummeling my pussy. I held on to the shelf with my right hand and grabbed Gurnam at the back of his neck as he continued fucking me.
As Gurnam fucked me, he grabbed the hem of my black T-shirt and pulled it up to my neck and swiftly pulled up the matching bra too. As soon as my breasts were freed, he slowed down the fucking and cupped my boobs. I could feel the firmness in his grip increase as he the cupping turned to squeezing. He squeezed my breasts a few times more and then flicked my nipples with his thumbs.
Oh my god the lust in his eyes! His fascination with my boobs had grown into an obsession. He would maul my breasts, in fact his hands or mouth would be on my breasts in which ever position we were and right now, he was doing the same.
His cock was now moving very slowly inside my pussy and it gradually stopped as Gurnam slowly lowered his head to my boobs. I too, instinctively raised my chest and pulled his head down to my boobs. A second later, Gurnam's mouth was latched on to one my nipples.
The first couple of seconds I felt his tongue swirling around my nipple before I felt my nipple being pulled into his mouth as he began sucking it. A few moments later, he moved over to the other nipple and then alternated between then there on.
As Gurnam munched on my soft breasts, he slowly dragged his hands down to my butt and gave it a gently squeeze. His hands roamed on my full, luscious buns before squeezing them hard. His hand then travelled down to my thigh and pushed up on it.
He raised my right leg just like he raised my left leg. As my legs reached his waist, I locked them behind his back. I just instinctively raised my left hand from his neck and grabbed one end of the shelf above me.
My torso was now suspended on the air with the support offered by my slender arms grabbing the shelf and Gurnam's large hands on which my butt rested. He pulled his cock out of my pussy right up to the tip before spitting a large glob of saliva on it.
"Wah Ustaad... kya baat hai!! (Wow Boss... You are great!)". The remark was loud enough to be heard inside a completely closed room. It was obvious that the remark was made by one of the perverts watching us but we chose not to look in the direction.