An Irresistible Offer - Part 2
Thank you for the wonderful response to the first part. Please read the first part before proceeding. This is the first time Tasmiya wore a dress that revealed more than what it hid. She picked a skirt and a spaghetti top. She paired it with a jacket – not because it was cold but because she wasn’t comfortable wearing such a dress. If not for her big, firm and bouncy boobs, she could’ve tucked the top in her skirt. But now there’s a small gap of about an inch revealing her midriff. The pencil heels that she’s wearing accentuate the shape of her butt. In an all-black ensemble, she looks drop-dead gorgeous. Her discomfort in her walk is only adding to the beauty. As she got into the car, she got a call from Tony. He said, “Tasmiya, there’s a change in the plan. Go to the Kangan Restaurant in Westin Madhapur (Hyderabad). Ask for the table booked in the name of Mr Mandeep Singh. Remember, you’ll not object to whatever happens. At the same time, you will not be harmed.” Tasmiya says yes, ends the call and tells the driver, “Westin chalo (go to Westin).” She has many thoughts and emotions running through her mind. While she knows she must spread her legs and completely surrender to this stranger, she doesn’t know what else will happen. “Why is it that Mr Tony was repeatedly telling me not to object to whatever happens? What will Mr Mandeep be doing? Why did Gavin say that my pussy would be sore? I’ve had sex before. How different will it be?” And many more thoughts were running through her mind. Before she realized it, she reached Westin. As she walked in, she found the hotel’s décor and grandeur a bit overwhelming. She inquired about the restaurant and figured it was a level below the lobby. She took the stairs. While going, she was nervous, and there was a slight tremble in her limbs. She walked up to the hostess and asked her, “Mr Mandeep Singh, please.” The hostess smiled and said, “Sure, ma’am, this way, please.” As they reached the place, she saw a gentleman in a blue turban, navy blue blazer and grey beard seated elegantly at the table. The hostess helped Tasmiya take the seat. Mr Singh smiled at the hostess to thank her. As she sat down, Mr Singh extended his hand to greet her, and Tasmiya shook hands. “Firm hands,” she thought. “I’ve ordered some food. We’ll eat and then go about the most important aspect of our meeting,” Mr Singh said with a smile. Tasmiya blushed, having understood what he meant. She looked away from him to save herself from further embarrassment. “You look gorgeous when you blush,” Mr Singh complimented. “Thank you,” she said. Mr Singh suddenly got up from his seat and talked towards her. That’s the first time she saw him properly – he must be in his late 50s, around 6’2 tall, well-built and seemingly fit. “He does take good care of himself,” she thought. “Come with me,” he says as he gently helps her pull the chair back. She’s puzzled but goes with the flow. He holds her hand as they walk out of the restaurant. That was the first time a stranger was holding her hand that way. While his grip was firm, it wasn’t hard on her. She liked the way he held her. As they step out of the restaurant, to their left, a guy is sitting with some equipment. “This guy makes very pretty bangles. You should get a pair for yourself,” Mr Singh says and asks the guy to make a pair for Tasmiya. As the guy takes what he needs to make the bangles, Tasmiya is very impressed with Mr Singh. She thinks he did this even though he didn’t have to. Even if he didn’t do it, she, anyways, would have let him have her. That instant, she totally surrendered herself to him. As they come back, the waiter brings in white wine. Although she never had wine before, she goes ahead to taste it. While she didn’t admire the taste in the first sip, she loved the mild intoxication that the drink had on her. As they have the food, her bangles arrive. Like a kid, she eagerly wears them and shows them to Mr Singh. He gently smiles and appreciates them. All through this, he’s having a casual talk with her. That’s helping her become comfortable with him. They finish the food and head towards the elevators. She grabs Mr Singh’s hand around the elbow region, places her head on his biceps and walks with him. As they enter the room, she’s overwhelmed by the sheer luxury of the Presidential Suite. The wine, her admiration for Mr Singh and the atmosphere get the better of Tasmiya. The moment the room door closes, she turns Mr Singh towards her. She steps onto his toes, raises, grabs his head from behind, pulls him towards her and kisses him passionately on his lips. She has never experienced such intense emotions within her. It is so powerful that if Mr Singh said no to her, she might not hesitate to have him forcibly. At that moment, she only wants Mr Singh – nothing else mattered. As they continue kissing, Mr Singh’s hands are around Tasmiya’s waist, pulling her closer to him. Her boobs are pressed against his chest, and her lower abdomen could feel the ever-increasing manhood of Mr Singh. After about five minutes of intense kissing, she frees herself from Mr Singh. She steps down his toes, kneels before him, unzips his trousers and pulls out his dick. She lovingly holds it, pulls it closer to her mouth and makes eye contact with Mr Singh. On the other hand, Mr Singh finds Tasmiya unbelievable. Just a few minutes before, he found her shy, and now she’s a complete slut. Such extremes. Tasmiya loves the feel of Mr Singh’s semi-erect cock. Although it’s not yet very long, it’s wide. She licks it along its length and gently kisses the pink head. She opens her mouth wide and proceeds to swallow the rising cock inch by inch. She not only loves the way the cock is stretching her mouth but also loves its warmth and the salty taste of the precum.