Office Boss Hemal Became My Fuck Buddy - Part 2
Hola folks! This is Galahad, back with the previous encounter with Hemal. The moment her shirt got off my eyes, the scene before me was jaw-dropping. There was Hemal, lying in front of me, with her eyes closed. The middle finger of her left hand circled her vertical lips. Her right hand was on her head, holding it forward to suck out her nipple. Her hair was opened and sticking to her forehead and neck, with her round 32C cup-sized breasts sagging onto the sides. Her mid valley was drenched. Sweat drops were trickling down to her navel and then to her pubic mound. Beyond her wheatish skin was the butt plug, shining bright as a piece of silver from her hindquarters. Below was the pool of her juices, like a pool of water. It seemed as if a primitive goddess had descended upon the table after a bath and had not dried up yet. I was standing there, frozen at her appearance, which was broken by the chirp of Hemal. Hem: So, is this view enjoyable? (with a smirk on her face) Me: Yes, mistress. I love this view. Hem: I see (continuing with the same seductive chirp) that you have played your role as my slave well. I am completely satisfied with the foreplay. The moment these words rang up, my spirits rose to cloud nine. This meant that my job was at least safe. But the next moment, I realized that it was not only safe but had an extra perk associated. Hem: With this, I wish to reward you, to let you explore every inch of my body without any barriers. But first, let us get out of here, to my flat. Someone seeing us in such a compromising situation might become a controversy. Speaking of this, she started to wear her shirt. It was crumpled due to tying upon my face and had patches at objectionable positions. I, too, had started to dress up. Within a few minutes, we were back at the front-end office. She had turned on the fan to dry herself up so that no unwanted eyes fell upon her. Hem: So, before we start exploring each other, let me clarify a few terms. I nodded for approval. Hem: First, within the office, you will be addressing me as “Ma’am” and not by my name or pet name. Second, we shall not be seducing each other outside my flat. Third, it will be a casual relationship with no strings attached. And thus, her list of terms and conditions was read out. I accepted without any second thoughts. Where would you get a boss who will exploit you in the office and receive payback for the same at her flat? But, this was just the tip of the iceberg. After a few hours, we left the office and reached the garage. She handed over the keys to me and said, “Take the driving seat and drive to my flat.” The tension of exploring each other was building up, evident from the tent in my trousers. Soon, I had started the car, and we were on the way to her home. During the entire journey, we talked mostly about our past. I had learned that she was from a highly conservative family. They would frown upon the concept of her working outside her hometown. Before settling down, she wanted to explore her sexual urges. She had noticed me from the party night. That was why she chose me to fulfil her urges. On the way, I had picked up a bottle of honey, a chocolate syrup, ice cream and condoms (since the evening was going to be a long one). Time had gone by, and we had reached her flat. It was a 2 BHK flat located on the outskirts of the city. The terrace extended towards empty fields since it was the last plot in the complex. As it was lunchtime, the corridors of the complex were empty. As soon as we entered her floor, we forced ourselves on each other with a tongue fight. Sucking and exploring the depths of each other’s mouths until we entered her home. Her house was scantily furnished, with a sofa in the hall, and a double-sized bed, in each of the bedrooms. In a gist, I pushed her onto the sofa, kept all the stuff on the table, and locked the door. On turning back, the scene made my tent prominent. There was Hemal lying on the sofa, with her hair bun open and shirt removed. Her left hand was stretched outward, with her right hand on her head. Hem: Your boss is waiting for you to explore her (with a wink in her eye). The surroundings forced me to get attracted to her. My legs involuntarily started moving close to her. On reaching an arm’s distance, she caught hold of the zip of my trousers and let them down in a go. And there goes my shirt and underwear. Now, we were facing each other naked, with our pubic bushes visible (though mine were well-trimmed in comparison to hers). She took the bottle of chocolate syrup, applied it to the length of my dick, and started licking it like an expert. Her tongue made the seductive slurping noise, reinforced with the brown gag over my dick. The syrup stretched out across her lips, and it looked enticing. Imagine a dusky girl 5 years senior to you, begging for your syrup-coated dick and sucking it out like candy. The base of her tongue and the tip of my dick sometimes made me squirm. I tried to roll my finger around her nipple. The tingling sensation made her gag tremendously, and I cummed into her mouth. I saw my cum dripping from the edges of her lips. She gulped it down and licked them clean using her tongue. Me: That was damn awesome. Now, it’s my turn to return the favour. Saying this, I made her lie on the sofa and started kissing her on her lips. The smooch went on for a length of approximately 5 minutes. Then, I applied the chocolate syrup and honey along the neckline, her nipples, the underskin of her boobs, and her navel. Finally, her pussy lips. Using my tongue, I started to peck her neckline, with a smooch after every part, to make her taste her body. From the neckline, I went to her boobs, circling them without touching the nipples. This made her anxious. She screamed, “Suck those tits!” and pushed my head over them.