Sluts – Part 1 (Saima’s Deal with Mr Jim)

Sluts - Part 1 (Saima's Deal with Mr Jim)
“This is a very good property for your business operations, Mr Jim. This is centrally connected with the city, with ample space here. There is enough space to create at least 8 cabins for your senior management. It offers a 20 seater board room and 4 meeting rooms. Also, this property comes with larger parking space, and the view outside is great.” Saima went on describing the property to Mr Jim, an English client referred by her boss, Mr K. She was moving across the property with great enthusiasm, and Mr Jim was following her. She was 5.6 with a fair skin tone. She was wearing blue jeans, a sleeveless crop t-shirt off-white with a long shrug. She had worn a light pink shade of lipstick. A mobile phone in one hand and a handbag hung from her left shoulder, black plain and looked expensive. Flat sandals still make her look tall. Mr Jim couldn’t help but notice her big breasts, a 36c. They jiggled and bounced as Saima moved across the property. “It is rather a great property, miss, but…” Mr Jim spoke after a long time. Saima interrupted him, “Don’t worry, Mr Jim, if you like the property and are willing to go ahead with the deal, I can answer all your ifs and buts. In private if you wish, tonight may be.” Saima looked right into his eyes with a naughty wink and sinister smile. “That would be great, miss…” “Saima,” Saima filled in for him. “Oh, yes, Miss Saima. But why wait for the night? Mr K. has given me accommodation in Lonavala. If we hit the road now, we can reach in a couple of hours.” It was 1 PM. Both had lunch in a nearby hotel and it was 2:30 already. “Off to Lonavala with a client. By 10, it should be over, I think. Can you pick me up at around 10?” Saima texted her husband, Sadiq and took the driver’s seat. “How old are you, Miss Saima?” Jim enquired. “I am 28, Jim and call me Saima,” she replied in a soft tone with her eyes on the road. Jim: How about your family? Saima: I live with my husband and a daughter. She is soon to be 5. Jim: Oh, great, you don’t seem to be a mommy. Saima: Haha, are you flirting with me? Jim: Do I need to? Saima: Not at all. Jim: Hope your husband doesn’t mind. Saima: Don’t worry about it, Jim. Maybe you can meet him when he comes to pick me up. Jim: Oh, is that so? That would be awkward, facing the husband of the woman I just fucked? Saima: The woman doesn’t mind, and the husband doesn’t mind. Chit-chat went on throughout the way. They stopped for a tea break, navigated light traffic along the way, and hit a private bungalow. It was 5 PM already. Jim opened the main door and both got inside. The bungalow was owned by her boss, Mr K. His special guests and big clients were accommodated there. Saima had been there many times before. “Sure. I’ll start by 6 from here. Expecting some traffic along the way.” She read the message from her husband and gave it a thumbs up. “May I take this for you?” Jim held the collar of her shrug. She nodded, and Jim hung it on the court shelf. Her bare skin from her shoulder and navel became clearly visible. Jim could see the straps of her laced black bra. “This way, please,” Jim showed her bedroom door. “Make yourself comfortable. I am back in a sec.” She just gave him a nod and looked around. The arrangement of this room has been changed. She recalled the time when she spent a few good hours in this room with a black man. Memories rushed down her veins enough to make her wet. “Gosh, he was good,” she thought. She moved towards the window and pulled down the curtains. Being on the ground floor, it was good to have the curtains down. She put her phone down on the table near the window, along with her handbag. She felt a hand on her waist and turned around to see Mr Jim standing only in his underwear. He planted his lips on hers and pressed her against the wall. Holding her neck from behind with one hand and the other exploring her waist, moving up to her bra. He was horny. He was in his 50s but looked younger. He was in shape, clean chest, about 5.10, clean shaven and smelling of fresh perfume. Saima wrapped her hands around his back, supporting him with his movements. She didn’t realise that her jeans were unbuttoned. She noticed Mr Jim pulling down her zip while still holding her neck and sucking the life out of her lips. He inserted his hand inside her panty. She was clean-shaved down there as if she was ready for this with Mr Jim. She actually was. “Meet Mr Jim tomorrow at 10. Take special care of him. He is a good client.” Her boss sent this message last evening. Jim explored her pussy with his fingers, pressing her clit. “Ah,” a small sigh left out her mouth. The kiss was broken. “That was arousing,” Saima said, taking a deep breath. They broke the contact with each other she was still catching her breath. Jim looked at her from head to toe. Her partially fiddled hair, a bunch of it still held by a single hair clip. Her belly was pumping and contracting as she caught up with her breath. Her jeans unzipped, making her black laced V shaped panty visible. She still had her flats on. “I want to see you naked,” Mr Jim said, looking into her eyes with seductive voice. She freed her hair and placed the hair clip on the table beside her phone. Black hair kissed her breasts slightly above her nipples. She pulled up her t-shirt. Her armpit clean shaven. She unhooked her bra and slid the straps of her bra simultaneously from both shoulders. She threw both her t-shirt and bra on the bed. She wiggled herself to get out of the jeans. She stood there wearing a panty only. Jim scanned her again from top to bottom. Her huge breasts looked inviting, light brown nipples looked like a cherry on top. Her waist measured 30 and hips 36, perfect curves to be eaten all the way. “Looks like heavy traffic. But I am on my way,” her phone beeped, and she read the message from her husband. “No rush.

Take your time,” she replied and put the phone back on the table. Jim took off his underwear. He was huge. At least 8 inches. She moved closer to him and gave a pat on his lips with hers. Another kiss on the centre of his chest and another on his belly. She moved her hands at his butt, pressing and clutching. She kissed his upper thigh, and then the inner testicles brushed her hair. She kissed all across his dick. “Fuck me, Saima,” Jim whispered. She slid his dick inside her mouth, all the way in. His hands moved on her hair. His dick was full of her saliva. She could taste his pre cum. She gave a rapid motion, in and out. “Like that? You slut?” Jim whispered again. She stopped for a while, hearing the word slut. It aroused her. She stopped the blowjob mid-way, making him want more. She stood up. Jim placed his lips again on her lips, this time holding her breast with his one palm. Pressing and caressing each breast alternatively while his other hand caressed her ass from within her panty. He guided her towards still lip-locked and made her sit on the edge of the bed. She broke the kiss and moved up to the bed. He slid her panty as she moved up. Both are completely naked now. Jim moved on top of her, kissing her lips and gradually moving down from it. He kissed her neck, making her go out of control with a big sigh. He moved further down to suck her nipples one by one. He kissed the centre of her boobs and moved down to her belly. Kissed the entire area slowly and gently. He moved back up to her lips. His manhood touched her womanhood. “You should have a condom on, Jim,” she interrupted him. She realised that Jim had no protection on so far. “Good call, except I don’t have any. That was so stupid of me. Completely forgotten,” he said. “Don’t worry, get it from my handbag. It is in the inner zip.” She pointed to where she had kept the handbag. He grabbed the handbag and traversed through her items, lipstick, napkins, pads, a small mirror and other stuff. He finally unzipped the inner section. 10s of condoms there he found. “What a slut,” he thought to himself. “I found it,” he said out loud. He took out one, tore it and wore it on his dick while moving towards her on the bed. He moved on top of her again, reaching out to her lips while she guided his dick inside her womanhood with her hand. The room was instantly filled with her moans as he fucked in and out her pussy. “Can you turn around?” He said in her ears while fucking her. “Sure, Mr Jim, any way you want.” She turned around, assuming a doggy position. She called it a bitch position. He made her spread her legs wide open. He could clearly see her ass hole. He rubbed his dick on her pussy before going in, making her want more. He then went inside her pussy with a single stroke. She was wet enough. He stroked her hard, holding her waist with both his hands, and each time with greater force and speed. She moaned with every stroke. He hit her ass, sliding his dick inside her pussy and spanking her ass here and there. The fragrance of perfumes melted away, and it was their sweat that filled the aroma of the room. “Can I …can I ride… you, Jim?” She said in broken words as Jim was fucking hard. She was nearing the climax and Jim showed no sign of climaxing any time soon. He kept on stroking her for a few more seconds before he withdrew his dick from her pussy. He laid down without wasting any time. She climbed on top of him, sliding his dick right away inside her pussy. She started fucking him, her ass moving back and forth with great speed. Jim could see her boobs bouncing sideways and even in top-down motion. “Aah,” she had cum with a big cry. Her motion slowed down, but Jim was not yet. He started giving her shots from below raising his hips about 6 inches in the air. He realised that she was done, and now it was upto him to charge her again. He asked her to climb down and he himself got off the bed. Dragged her towards the edge of the bed. He held her legs on his shoulders, giving clear access to her pussy once again. He started fucking her again, this time building pressure on her clit. It made her moan in ecstasy. He fucked her for another 10 minutes that way, and pressure started building for Jim as well. She had cum for another time already. He dragged her to the floor, making her sit there. He took off the condom and slid his dick inside her mouth. She sucked him, and he filled her mouth with a heavy load. Some of it dripped from the sides and fell on her boobs. Both lay on the bed beside each other. They were not clean yet. “So where are we on the deal, Mr Jim?” Saima asked him while her hands moved on his chest. He was gently fondling her breast. “Deal is done. Only formalities left. Let me inform your boss” he said while grabbing his phone lying on the bed. “All good, Mr K I will let my team know, and they will close out the deal with you. It was a nice experience.” He texted to her boss. “That is great news. Hope you enjoyed Saima. She is my best.” There was an instant reply as if Mr K was waiting on it. Saima’s phone also beeped after a few seconds, “Great job bitch, we have the client, and you have your commission.” She read and smiled.