I copulated my designer
Hi all, I’ve been regularly reviewing this site and though there are less of realistic experiences here but the site’s interesting. Let’s start by stating of myself. Am Vikram, 33 yrs old, am 6’3” well built, not at all a city boy, more of a stud? I have a few companies, including garment export house and design stores. This true incidence involves one of my designers. She is Divya (name changed), must be 5’5”, 22 years old, conservative, average looking, and hair till waist, wheatish complexion, slender to the level u can see her finger bones just under the skin. I would define her an average girl with ya actually typical Indian protruding hips and stiff and erect medium breasts, which she always hides. Divya is in my organization since 3 years now and has become my right hand; she never ever looked at me from sexual perspective. Let’s stop boring you all, it was a Sunday morning and I was in office as I usually come because that day is free, so can finish my pending works. Around 11 o’ clock, I was surprised to see Divya coming on the first floor design area, asked her and was informed she had some designs to complete. I had sent my two peons for a break as they have to work seven days a week, Divya was so casual with all this she didn’t care a damn. Now Divya and I were alone in my four-storied office building. I went on the ground floor and locked the steel gate from inside without her notice. At 12.30 I called her to my office stating I wanted to see what designs she was doing. Here she was, wearing a off white salwar suit, it started like a routine and I shifted the topic to marketing and told her that what we should do to market the recent garments which were presented in Mercedes Fashion Week, Australia. She suggested me of a photo shoot, which I denied stating that it would be impractical to get a model for just eight garment pieces. I convinced her somehow that she wears the apparels and I click the snaps without her face. First came on a off-shoulder corset with a mini skirt. She obviously had to be off her undergarments for the same and here came the beauty. She was looking absolutely flabbergasting with hair open, natural slightly oily face and neck, her underarms were unshaved though was looking sexy but had to keep her arms low, slightly dark cleavage. Her tummy was absolutely flat, her hips were a little bigger so the skirt was raised, and her legs were having little pimple hair, which were to be edited in Photoshop. She stood there shyly scratching the carpet with her thumb, as she never wore anything else then salwar suits. I made her pose on the couch in my room with her knee on the couch; I touched her hand first time as I usually keep distance with my designers. She got a wave and me too. I told her, I like her. She felt embarrassed and said she want to change, I refused. I touched her shoulder with my hand, which she resisted. But didn’t protest I knew she liked me too. I kissed her back of the neck, she shivered and had tears as a guy never ever touched her and she never imagined me sexually. I softly asked her, should I stop? She remained silent. I turned her towards me, but suddenly she hid herself on my chest as was scared and embarrassed. I was caressing her hair and reached her hips from top of skirt. I squeezed the left hip, she made a ouch sound, asked “what was I doing?” Softly said “But sir you are married”, I raised her face by holding her chin and softly planted a kiss on her upper lip. She closed her eyes. I made her open her lip and we were completely exploring each other’s mouth. I told her to take off the corset and skirt she refused. I insisted and opened the lace of corset to see it fall and the beautiful breasts pop out. They were medium sized breasts with dark chocolate nipples; Nipples were protruding outwards as of her arousal. I made her lie on the floor; she wriggled, as the marble floor was cold. I started licking her right nipple; she was moaning and also had tears of embarrassment. I took her nipple in my teeth and pulled it, she made that aah sound and tried to stop me, I moved to the other nipple and did the same. I inserted my finger in her navel and started licking the navel and the streak of thin hair on her belly, she wriggled stating, and “It tickles sir”. But I continued, she resisted and moved me away, I took of my Shirt and asked her to lick my nipples, and she obeyed instantly and got up. She started licking my nipple; she used to stop sometimes to take out hair of my chest from her mouth. I was sitting on the floor and asked her to stand. She was facing me; I undid her skirt and panty. I found that she had never ever trimmed her pubic hair ever, I turned her around to face her hips, she said “sir it feels dirty”, and I didn’t listen. Started licking her hip, without warning I slapped her right hip, Being a ex-weight lifter I had strength and she was made to thrust forward with a slight cry, she took hold of my office table, Asked me innocently “Sir why u beating me”? I said it’s not beating dodo; it’s caressing my way. She was sounding scared so I again started licking her hip. Asked her should I slap her there? She was silent again, so I raised my right hand and with full swing blew it on her hip, the hip got pressed, she wriggled with a cry, She said “Sir dard ho raha hai”. I again slapped her, she requested me to stop I did not. After few slaps, her wheatish hip was red and she started to tremble and wanted to move. I Got up, took off my jeans and unders, I was standing naked behind her with my 7” penis fully erect, I asked her to turn around but she said “Nahi sir, I don’t want to see it”. I caught her from shoulders and turned her around she looked at it and was kind of confused. I laid her again on the floor and touched her vagina she shivered. She slightly smelled of sweat and unclean vagina, but I presume that turns men on.