Patel was ecstatic. He told his assistant at the counter that he was taking Divya to the store room to show her some fresh stock. The assistant who had been watching everything unfold on the cctv cameras nodded knowingly. Patel had fucked female employees and maids in the back in the past. But he was surprised that Patel had actually managed to lure a young hot customer from a good family.
Divya followed Patel down the stairs in the back into the basement store room area. Patel felt his dick getting hard even at the thought that this young beauty would soon be fucked by it.
Divya could not believe what a slut she was turning into. This time she hadn't even been blackmailed or forced. Just a little bit of flirting and inappropriate touching and she had fallen for the ugly old man's wiles. A part of her was feeling very guilty and screaming that she should get out of there. But that voice was getting smaller and smaller with each step.
Divya and Patel finally reached the storeroom basement. She looked around and saw that the place was packed. lots of sacks and boxes. If Patel had any lans to do something with her, she wondered if there was even room for it.
"Come with me." Patel grabbed Divya's soft hand and started leading her towards the back. As he walked, Divya could notice that there was now a tent in his pants under his big belly.
"Where are we going?" Divya shyly asked.
"The shrikhand, remember?" he said.
Divya thought that had just been an excuse and wondered if she had misread the old man's signals. But she hadn't. Patel wanted the process to be slow and enjoyable. He took her to a big fridge section in the back. There, he took out a big box of shrikand.
Opening the box, he dipped a finger inside and picked up a gob of the dessert.
"Try this." he extended the finger towards Divya who opened her mouth and took it inside.
"Mmmmm..." Divya said, licking the finger clean and then sucking on it a few seconds suggestively. "Very delicious."
"Have some more." Patel recognized the hidden signal in her extensive sucking of his finger. This time he dipped two fingers in and put them in Divya's mouth. She sucked them clean and this time, put her hands on Patel's hairy wrist and stroked it.
Patel could not believe his luck. Not only was this young slut horny, but she also seemed to be a blowjob enthusiast.
He quickly unzipped his pants and fished out his dick. It was about 6 inches and of average girth. He took a gob out of the box and smeared it on his dick.
"Want another taste?" he asked.
Divya stared at the erect dick. It wasn't the biggest she had had by any means, but she was horn that the sight of any dick would have made her cunt start creaming. She was also delighted at the naughty tactics Patel was using. His personality started reminding her more and more of her old lover Mehra back in India. If only Mayank were this imaginative and spontaneous. Except for shower sex, his approach had been very vanilla.
Divya bent forward in her waist and wrapped her lips around Patel's dick, licking the shrikhand. Its sweet taste was mixed with the salty bitter aroma of his dick secretions.
"Ohhh wow!!" Patel closed his eyes and sighed. Her young mouth felt so amazing wrapped around his dick.
Divya put her right hand under his balls and with her left hand, grabbed the dick shaft as she paid special attention to the head. Her head brushed against Patel's big paunch over his shirt.
Now having gotten this slut so easily in his control and sucking his dick, Patel decided to take a look at her body. Even fully clothes, she looked so hot. He bent down and saw her dupatta and her mangalsutra swaying back and forth as her mouth kept working. As Divya stayed bent over, he reached for the back of her kameez and started pulling it up. He unhooked the buttons in the back and started pulling the kameez off her body.
Divya took a momentary break from sucking the fat old man's dick to let him take her kameez off. Her dupatta though, stayed wrapped around her neck.
Patel reached down and felt the boobs through her black bra.
"Oh these tits are amazing." he said, scooping them out of the bra cups. He noticed that Divya's nipples were so erect that they could cut glass.
Using both his hands to reach under Divya's torso, he mauled her exposed swinging tits as she kept sucking his dick. Divya like the feel of his rough chubby fingers on her boobs. She loved how he pinched her nipples. She kept sucking his dick, but at a slow pace because unlike with Jose, she didn't want him to cum too early.
Divya need not have worried. Patel was blessed with the ability to keep going on and on unlike her prematurely ejaculating husband. He was also a lot more skilled with his hands. He didn't just fondle Divya's massive jugs, but caressed her back and shoulders and neck expertly. Divya started moaning in pleasure even with his dick in her mouth. Her pussy was already moist. Patel's hands started making her positively wet.
In a couple of minutes, Divya couldn't take it anymore. She took his dick out of her mouth and straightened. Patel loved how her mangalsutra swayed with her boobs as she did so. He thought maybe she had changed her mind. But he was surprised and delighted at what Divya did next.
Divya used her right hand to untie the knot of her salwar. It was loose so it fell to the ground immediately. Patel's eyes went down to her pussy. She was wearing black panties, but even through the black fabric, he could see a wet spot on her crotch. This slut was really horny, he thought to himself. Here she was standing in his store basement with her salwar around her ankles, clad only in her black panties and the dupatta around her neck in addition to the mangalsutra her husband had only recently solemnized the marriage with. And she was horny as a street bitch in heat.
Patel slipped his hand inside her panties. The moistness was all over. He effortless slipped his two fingers into her cunt. Divya closed her eyes, hugged this fat man, and moaned, as she remembered how Mehra used to play with her clit.
"Mmmmmmmmmm." Divya closed her eyes and moaned.
"Maza aa raha hai? (Having fun?)" Mehra switched to Hindi.
"Haan. (yes)" Divya replied.
"Chudwana hai jaldi? (Want to get fucked soon?)"
Divya nodded.
Patel grabbed the dupatta around her neck with his other hand and pulled on it.
"Theek se jawaab de, raand. Chudwana hai jaldi? (Answer properly, whore. Want to get fucked soon?)" he growled.
The submissive side of Divya was tickled by his sudden switch to dominant behavior. She felt the dupatta tighten around her throat. Her ears went red at the dirty language he was using. But she felt aroused by it even more.
"Jee haan, chudwana hai jaldi. (Yes, I want to get fucked soon.)" she replied, breathing heavily as Patel's fingers continued to fuck her cunt.
"Kitni jaldi? (How soon?)" Patel asked,
"Abhi ke abhi. (Right away)" Divya hungrily replied.
"Chal phir. (Then come on)" Patel said.
