Office Boss Hemal Became My Fuck Buddy - Part 1
Hi, this is Gladstone (my pen name), working at a reputed organization in Gujarat. A bit of my appearance: I am an average built guy, toward the heavier end, with a 4-inch long and 3-inch thick tool. You can call it a micro size, but that does not affect my interaction with the ladies around, especially those who are thirsty for some young tools. Being of the age bracket from 25 to 35 years makes it easy to hang out with all kinds of ladies. Rushing forward, let me introduce you to the heroine of this session: Hemal (name changed). Hemal was around 30 to 32 years old in appearance (34, after confirming), with a deep tanned face and bulged up assets. She was a Senior manager in the Sales division of our organization. Her hair was slightly curly and long up to her waist, with proper fat deposition around her waist and legs. Her assets were as 37-32-34 ish (with 32C cup size), which was sufficient to turn on anyone who saw her. Being from a traditional family, she considered shaving and waxing as beyond her sleeve, though quite often, she used to get herself an upper lip (as she was in the Sales department). The first time we met was during the quarterly get-together of the department. Her appearance was not in a manner that would strike out of others. In fact, I was so engrossed in clubbing out with my colleagues, playing foul and mimicking about the seniors there that I hadn’t realized her presence behind us. By the time realization dawned onto us, it was too late. My boss’s eyes carried a deep sense of anger, that would justify our indecency. We apologized for the issue and had left the venue. The situation at that time never took a good turn, rather my meeting with her always resulted in the hurling of abuses, and tense environments. Further, the appraisal seasons were approaching, and this made me all the more tense, as a result of my conflicts with her. A week before the release of appraisals, I was called to her office and since it was a Saturday, most of the cabins were vacant. When I had entered my boss’s cabin, I was dumbstruck. The Hemal I had met last night was completely transformed into a diva. Her curly hair was dripping wet with shampoo, and an aroma was spread out in her cabin. Her 32C cup-size boobs were struggling inside her shirt, which was drenched with her sweat, resulting in her bra becoming almost visible. HEM: What are you staring at? (in an angry tone) Am I one of your muses for mimicry? Me: Nothing. I have come here on your instructions. (My eyes still beading on her boobs and drenched shirt). HEM: Don’t try to hide. I know you and your intentions very well (following the direction of my eyes). YOU WRETCHED MAN! STARING AT MY SHIRT. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM? I CAN TERMINATE YOU UNDER SEXUAL OFFENCES, GET IT? Me (returning to my senses): Please do not do so, as my career will be affected (as I didn’t have any option at that time, since it was the onset of CoVID). I shall do anything you wish for, but please do not terminate me. HEM: Are you sure of doing anything I would say? Remember, you are making a deal with the devil (while unbuttoning the top button of her shirt). Me: (with a lowered head): Yes ma’am, I would do anything. My boss Hemal locked her cabin door (with a DND board outside), grabbed my hand, and took me inside her storeroom (For your information, the storeroom is kept attached with the cabin of senior managers, for keeping records of files and inventory). She shut the door and approached me, opening her shirt by one button per step. By the time she had reached close enough for her breath to be visible near my mouth, she had completely opened her shirt and tied it on my face, such that the wetter portions were close to my nose. Me: Fuck! I cannot breathe properly. But the aroma is exotic. Is it eau de cologne? HEM: No, it’s de Silere. Now listen, I want you to satisfy my hunger for sex, such that I shall consider keeping you as my personal assistant. Fail to do so, and I shall kick you out with the tag of a pervert. Now, do you agree to my proposal? (With a smirk of superiority on her face). Me (panting and gasping for breath, trying to adjust to her odor): Yes ma’am, as you wish. HEM: Not ma’am, Mistress. You will address me as ‘Mistress’ inside this room and anywhere you meet me alone. Get it? Me: Yes, mistress. HEM: Now, start satisfying me, else think of your situation. After seeing my boss in the morning, I had an urge to fuck her brains out, but now, this is a fuck for my career! I had emptied the large table present inside the storeroom and requested her to lay on it, with her back on the top. From the outside cabin, I had brought an after-burn gel and started applying it on her bareback. Since there was no fan inside the storeroom, drops of sweat were appearing on her midrib. With every movement of my hand over her midrib, her moaning increased in intensity. I could see her twitching her lips, and that became a turn-on for me as well. My tool began to become rock hard. A few minutes later, I had shifted the massage point to her bare shoulders and had started massaging her upper side. With every intrusion of my fingers into my female boss’s underarm mound, her twitching increased. It seemed that she had got a high voltage shock. ME: Mistress, your straps are making it difficult to continue, shall I remove them with your consent? HEM (already moaning): Yesss..remove them. I had unhooked the bra clamp, and let them drop down to the table. Similarly, I had removed her heeled shoes and panty. Now, my sex goddess was lying inverted in front of me, her ass crack inviting to feast upon. Little drops of gel, sweat, and her pussy juice were already visible on her pubic and ass hairs, which had increased my urge to suck them out.