0 comments/ 10344 views/ 4 favorites Sex with My (Dominant) Banker By: Mnhb It's been just over five years that I moved into this apartment; a new year has just begun. Although my New Year's Eve had been one of strangely deep sorrow, the first day of the new year had been a phenomenal one after Anita came and dragged me out of the house and we partied, and how, almost till the sun came up. The reason I had been down in the dumps was because Sunita had left; I got back at sundown on the 31st of December and found a scrap of paper on the table next to the entrance saying "I go. Bye Bye." Since then I have been recounting in these chapters my life, and hers the way she told it to me, since I arrived in this country. The year is 2013. It is now late afternoon on New Year's Day and some of the euphoria of the early morning party at the dance club with Annie is now wearing off. Thoughts of Sunita are gradually creeping back into my brain. The depression that I got in to last night and which is threatening to overpower me again, when I look at it candidly and objectively, is strange. She is, was, my maid; my domestic help. Lover too I guess. General caretaker. So why am I as upset as I am? I try hard to drive these thoughts away; I think again of going out with Annie last night, I think of all the work that awaits me after the New Year holidays finish in a couple of days, I think of the business trips I need to plan for the first quarter of the year. I also think of the next couple of days parties that I now must go and attend, if only to stop me from drowning in the pool of emptiness I feel inside the apartment. One of the parties is being thrown by our bankers tonight and I'm particularly looking forward to that; they're always immense fun. I remember around the time I moved into this flat was also the time I was promoted to head the Asia region and soon after that, I'd chosen to make New Delhi our headquarters rather than relocate to Singapore. One of the first to woo me in that position was our bankers, the global French giant BNP. They didn't really need to since they handled most of our banking needs internationally, a decision that had been taken by our Directors in Europe. And since then I'd been invited to semi-annual bashes thrown by them. They were a young dynamic group of individuals, smart investment bankers and smooth corporate relationship managers, led usually by an equally energetic executive posted in India by their Paris based headquarters. And tonight was another one of their parties. Back in 2007 when I was first invited to their mid-year party, it was in September I recall, but the summer wasn't quite over. It was a semi-formal cocktails and dinner hosted by BNP's CEO who had flown up from Bombay along with half a dozen of his senior corporate banking staff. The bank's New Delhi team were also in attendance, as were other senior bankers from the city and a smattering of BNP's corporate client representatives. Also there was our Relationship Manager, Payal. Payal of course had visited me at our office and I'd met her couple of times at the bank's office. She was only three inches shorter than me and in heels, almost matched my height. I'd always seen her very smartly dressed in sarees and fashionable two inch heels; blouses that always revealed just that small amount of cleavage that left you wanting more. Her breasts looked firm and fairly large; her arse and hips were also firm, no sag or jiggle when she walked in her tightly wound sari. Payal was relatively fair complexioned, not what one would call dusky; she had large eyes that were invariably highlighted with a rich lining of kohl; her lips looked soft and luscious but somehow her mouth was more often than not set quite firmly; and her hair I always thought was long but I could never be sure because she always wore it as a tightly wrapped bun at the back of her head. That night in September 2007 I saw a totally new avatar of my bank relationship manager. The party was pretty much in full swing by the time I got there at 8:00 in the evening; there were about 70 people spread across the two suites at the Sheraton, both opening out into a large terrace garden which in turn overlooked the sprawling lawns on the property two floors down. I had a drink in my hand, talking to two French corporate lawyers who worked for BNP in Paris and were visiting for some litigation involving the India offices, standing out on the terrace facing the suites. She walked in wearing a black t-shirt that was like a second skin over her breasts and chest, falling well short of her abdomen. A pair of white jeans rode precariously low on her hips, leaving a wide expanse of skin between the top and the denims, with the dark shadows of her deep navel winking as she sauntered towards the serving bar counter. It was impossible for me to carry on my conversation with the legal experts that I was huddled with as I stared at the apparition; her hair was indeed very long, flowing in amazing curls from the top of her head to the top of her jeans, the perfect curve of her white denim clad buttocks swelling just after that. I must have been gawking open-mouthed because the two gentlemen I was talking with simultaneously turned their heads around to see what I was so profoundly agape with. One of them turned back to me and asked if I knew that babe and I replied saying "She's my banker". They gave me funny looks and almost immediately drifted off to some other corner of the terrace I couldn't be bothered with. I have to admit that I felt a stirring in my groin as I stared at this wonderful creature; hard as nails when she did business, alluring as the devil tonight. And if I must continue this train of honesty, I also have to admit that this wasn't the first time my groin was stirring in her presence. However, whenever I'd met Payal before in the bank or at work, of course I tried hard not to flirt with her because, first of all, I assumed she had to deal with being treated differently all day long being in the gender minority, but also because we had a work relationship and it was important that I treat her with the same respect I afforded all my co-workers. That didn't mean that I wasn't interested in the idea of messing around with her if the opportunity was to present itself. It turned out that when an opportunity did present itself, I apparently wasn't the only one feeling that way. Standing outside on the terrace, I lost sight of Payal when a bunch of people silhouetted against the light from inside the rooms gathered in the path of my vision. I emptied the last dregs of the Jack Daniels in my glass (I remember it was JD because that's what Payal was drinking too as I discovered later) and started walking towards the bar where I hoped she would be. But she wasn't. I ordered a Jack with a fistful of ice cubes and turned around, leaning against the bar counter, staring into the cocktail crowd. Surely a black top and white jeans would be easy to spot in the subdued lighting of the suites or even the near darkness of the terrace, but I just couldn't see where she'd gone. I picked up my glass and sauntered through the huddles of people, shaking the occasional hand and excusing myself as I drifted towards the door connecting the two suites. The first room of the neighbouring suite was a bedroom where two ladies with blue Curacao drinks were in animated conversation sitting on a couch together. I shouldered my way past another trio of gentlemen near the door leading to the living room and peered inside. There were a couple of table lamps that spread a soft glow along the walls, a glass sliding panel that led out to the terrace garden, and another door I assumed opened into the washroom. I couldn't see her here either. Where the fuck had Payal gone? There were a few clusters of people in the room but nobody I knew. I sidled along one wall, heading towards the terrace, thinking, picturing her in my mind. I couldn't erase the vision of those large and firm full shaped breasts, held in place by a strong underwire brassiere I presumed. I saw in my mind the golden brown skin of her flat stomach, the belly button beckoning me to kiss it, dip my tongue into the folds of that puckered depression. I imagined the perfection of her tight buttocks, hard within the unyielding tautness of her white denim jeans. I even wondered if she wore any panties, a thong perhaps, or lacy white filigree. I glided past the corner door and noticed a small icon denoting it as the ladies' washroom, then moved on to the terrace garden. This section was quiet and uninhabited, segregated from the other and larger part by a row of thick bushed in large garden pots. I took a walk around and was heading back when I heard a soft voice, barely above a whisper, from behind me. "Wow, I can't believe no one is around," I heard Payal say, "that could definitely lead to trouble." I swirled around but kept my composure, not wanting her to see the desperation with which I had been searching for her. "Really?" I responded, "What kind of trouble were you thinking of?" As I walked towards Payal leaning against the brick wall that marked the end of the terrace, the atmosphere was so obviously charged. Like bolts of blue lightening dropping out of a dark cloudy sky. As I reached her there was no question that we were on the same page because we were immediately in each other's arms with our lips pressed together. Our tongues quickly snaked into each other's mouths and I dropped my hands down from the small of her back to her buttocks. With my hands on her arse, pulling her against me, and her firm breasts pressed against my chest, I could feel my cock growing and I assumed that she could, too. It crossed my mind that somebody could walk out on to the terrace and I didn't think we'd have any time to look presentable before anyone saw us. But I couldn't stop now, and nor could Payal. "We don't want to get caught like this," she said, pulling her mouth from mine, "Let's go somewhere private Hjjer." "Is there someplace private around here?" I asked. "The ladies' room," she replied. Payal had moved away from me and took my hand to lead me to the ladies' room of the second, less crowded suite. With all the other female guests in the main terrace, we wouldn't have to worry about being interrupted and the location would make it fairly easy for me to slip out safely when our private party was over. The atmosphere wouldn't be ideal but I think we were both worked up enough that we didn't care. She locked the door behind us once we were inside and we were quickly making out even more passionately. My hands went to her arse again and the harder I pulled her against the bulge in my jeans, the more I wanted to slip my cock into her. It wasn't long before my hands went from her buttocks to the front of her jeans and started to unfasten them. As I was getting her white denims open, she reached down to massage my throbbing bulge before starting to work on my trousers as well. As I started to push down her jeans, I slipped my hands over her finely contoured arse again, feeling the material of her panties hugging it before I started to slide them down as well. I couldn't bend forward as we continued to make out so, once I'd pushed her jeans and panties down as far as I could, I brought a hand around between us and ran my fingers through her bush until I encountered her slippery slit. By this point, she was extracting my throbbing manhood and gently pumping it in her soft fist. "I want to ride your cock," she finally said after pulling her mouth away from mine. As I worked my jeans and underwear down my own thighs, Payal stepped back and took hers off completely. I took a seat on the lid of the toilet and she straddled me, my attention on her thick, dark bush as it approached my cock. Grasping my penis as I held her waist to steady her, she lowered herself onto it and we both moaned softly as her warm wetness engulfed me. Once I was fully embedded, she just sat there for a moment, savouring the feeling of my cock filling her up. I was watching the blissful expression on her face until she smiled and leaned in to kiss me. We started to make out again; my hands went from her waist, up under her shirt to her breasts, caressing them through her brassiere and feeling her hard nipples pressing against the thin material. She started to slowly move up and down on my erection as I caressed her nipples through her bra before reaching behind her to unfasten it. Bringing my hands back around, I pushed the cups up out of the way and stroked the sides of the soft, smooth flesh of her boobs. While she was riding me slowly, we continued to kiss; then she started to pick up her pace and moan softly. It became more difficult to remain silent, so we stopped and she tried to control the moaning that wanted to escape. I could feel her pussy becoming even hotter and wetter as she rode me harder. The stirrings in my own groin were beginning to intensify, especially as her pussy continued to grip and release my stiffness with every thrust. I was extremely sensitive to and conscious of the feel of Payal's hot pussy sliding up and down my throbbing cock as well as the feel of her large breasts in my hands. I gently pulled her erect nipples, thinking that might help push her further toward an orgasm and it seemed to have some effect, so I continued as I also started to push up into her each time she was coming down on me. She was riding me so hard that I started to worry that the toilet seat might actually break off and send us sprawling but, luckily, it held up and, when she started to cum, she slowed her pace significantly. I could feel her entire body trembling and continued to fondle her tits as she was climaxed, pushing my tongue deeper into her mouth in a rhythm that matched the gliding motion of my penis into her vagina. Once she'd gone still, she sat on my lap recovering for a minute or so before I encouraged her to stand. With my jeans still around my ankles, I dropped to my knees and backed her up against the vanity cabinet. She spread her legs as I admired the dark thickness of her pubic hair before leaning in and starting to lick her slit. She grabbed my head and moaned softly as I slurped up the pungent juices she was secreting. I placed my hands on her naked thighs and pushed them further apart; then used a finger to trail a path along her inner thigh till it reached the thick black hair surrounding her cunt. I then slid it into her gorge, playing alongside my tongue on her swollen labia before I inserted it into her. She was rocking her hips toward my face, breathing heavily while trying to refrain from moaning loudly, as her pussy became wetter and more engorged around my pumping finger. I could tell when she started tensing up that she was getting close to another orgasm but within seconds of that she exploded again, pretty much without warning, and when her knees almost gave out as the tension left her, I wasn't surprised. Her body trembled as she reached her climax and I kept licking and fingering her until she let out a long, ragged breath. I slipped my finger from her juicy pussy into my mouth and stood again, my rigid cock sticking out before me. She stroked it briefly as we kissed again, then I boosted her onto the counter top and guided my penis back into her. I started to fuck her slowly, with long, full strokes as I lowered my head so that my mouth could find her lips again. I was revelling in the feel of her hot, slippery pussy along the full length of my cock, while hoping that there would be more occasions like this with Payal in the future. Her legs were wrapped around mine and my hands were planted on the counter top beside her ass and it didn't take long before I was increasing my pace. Unfortunately, the harder and faster I was ramming into her, the more noise the vanity cabinet was making. I knew that would attract the attention of people outside or passerby near the Ladies' room door but... Rather than slowing down, I stopped completely, had Payal hop down, and then turned her around. I was thinking that if she was braced against the vanity, she'd be able to prevent it from making noise as I took her from behind. The first thing I did, though, was run my hands over her firm arse before grabbing my cock and guiding it back into her vaginal opening. I eased myself in until my hips were pressed against her buttocks, then grasped her waist and started to slowly slide in and out of her hot pussy again. Her cunt had felt incredible the first time I'd slipped into it but now, after two orgasms, it felt even hotter and more slippery. I knew I was going to reach my own pinnacle of lust soon and spew my thick loads of semen either inside her or over her smooth bum. All the time I kept hoping that this spontaneous encounter would lead to future encounters that were less surreptitious and more relaxed and drawn out. I was absolutely enjoying her body but was hoping for the time and appropriate location to further enjoy and explore it. In the meantime, I was certainly appreciating the opportunity that had presented itself. I didn't want to rush but knew that with each passing minute there was greater potential of being discovered. I don't know if Payal was thinking this same thing when she reached down between her legs to stroke her clit and help herself along, but I certainly didn't mind the assistance. She managed to brace herself, stroke her pussy and push back against me all without the vanity cabinet making any additional noise. Meanwhile, I went ahead and slipped my hands back up to cup her swinging breasts. The thrumming began deep inside me, harsh warning tingles at the base of my penis and deep inside my testicles; I was starting to wonder whether I should pull out or just spew inside her when she suddenly started to tremble again and a short moan slipped out before she was able to cut it off. I kept pummelling her as she came again but, when she'd apparently reached her zenith, she straightened up and my cock slipped out of her. Before I had much time to react, she'd turned and given me a quick kiss then dropped to her knees. My cock was immediately in her mouth and then it was me trying to stifle a moan. Her mouth felt incredible as it moved up and down my stiff manhood and she pumped the base. I looked down and saw how wide her mouth was open to accommodate the enormous girth of my penis. I kept focused on the pleasure I was feeling as a result of her hot mouth moving up and down my shaft for as long as I could but, between that and the time I'd spent inside her pussy, it was no surprise that my cock started swelling with my impending orgasm. I managed to refrain from moaning loudly when I finally exploded into her mouth and she swallowed my load without even the slightest hesitation. She milked every drop of cum from me and only let my cock fall from her mouth once I was completely spent. She sat back on her heels and smiled up at me then reached up for me to help her up. It all finished so suddenly because clearly the toilet, though not exactly in the open, was a magnet for people after two hours of drinking and that danger lurked in our minds. We pulled our clothes back on and made sure that we were presentable, then she peeked out after opening the door a crack to make sure the coast was clear. It was, so we slipped out and managed to make it back to the suites and terraces, making different ways. I was overly conscious of the grins and smirks I saw on peoples' faces as I passed them on the way to the bar, although in all honesty I needn't have been; they were probably just smiling politely at me. I got myself a shot of whiskey and slugged it down in one gulp, feeling the comfortable warmth slide down my gullet and spread across my body; I needed the stabilising influence of Bacchus. Once the subliminal effect had overtaken my consciousness, I found myself looking into the mirror behind the bar; I stared at my own face for a while, wondering at the expressionless demeanour staring back at me. I think I was still in a bit of a daze, but then I saw a flash of white trousers emerging from the darkness of the terrace and heading towards me. I focused on the reflection as Payal's face became clearer, saw the gentle sway of her hips as she walked in my direction, and then suddenly she perched herself on a barstool next to me. I ordered another drink and heard her say "the same for me, please". She was having a Jack tonight. Sex with My (Dominant) Banker I turned my head to face her, smiled, mumbled a vague hello for the benefit of the bar keep, and said "Let's go home" under my breath. She wrapped her fist around the whiskey tumbler and brought it up to her lips; then she whispered. "Yes, let's. I'm being shipped out to the Singapore office, catching a flight tomorrow night, so this is my last here in Delhi." My heart sank as I heard those words. After almost a minute of silence, with a certain amount of controlled anger I finally asked her "Why the fuck did you have wait till tonight?" And with what seemed like an equal amount of harshness, Payal asked "... and what the fuck were you doing all this time? We mingled some with the crowd, Payal and I roaming separately, but I couldn't concentrate on the small talk. I kept thinking of her; her firm and wholesome breasts, the smoothness of her skin, her tight and juicy cunt, and the fact that she was leaving the city for good in twenty-four hours. I was now getting desperate to take her home to my apartment and stripping her of all her clothes; already anticipating the deft touch of her fingers on my body, her fist gripping the hardness of my penis, her breasts mashed against my chest, my hands vice-like clutch on the flesh of her buttocks. I wandered across the room towards her and in a moment, we stood back to back talking with other guests in different circles. I wasn't really talking, just listening, waiting for an opportunity to turn around and say something to her. Payal didn't seem to be doing much talking either. When the opportunity did arise, I swivelled my head and whispered into her ear "I'll meet you in the basement car park in ten minutes." I saw her half nod and heard a softly mumbled "Ok" before I walked away from the group. In five minutes I found myself near the door to the suite and when I saw nobody observing me, I sidled out, found the elevator and rode it down to the basement. I got into my car, having sent the driver home from the office itself, and parked it just twenty feet away from the elevator, and waited impatiently. She was a little late coming down but when she got off the lift, I flashed my headlights once and drove up to where Payal was standing. She got into the car and I drove off without saying a word. We'd figure out what to do with her car later. It was almost 10:30 and the streets were empty of the office rush; it took us about fifteen minutes to get to my apartment and we made it up to the flat without being observed by Mrs.Vimla Kapoor the estate agent or the security guard. I opened the door and ushered Payal into my home, switching on a solitary table lamp just next to the entrance. She walked around the living room, peered into the bedrooms, drew the curtains and stood looking at the terrace garden for a while, then slowly walked to the leather couch by the side which faced the terrace. I walked up to her and cupped her face in my palms, then leaned down to kiss her on the mouth. Her hands went around my neck and I felt a mild pressure as she pulled me harder against her, our tongues already deep in each other's mouths. After a minute, I straightened up and she leaned her face against the bulge inside my pants, her warm breath filtering through the fabric and making my erection decidedly uncomfortable in its caged state. Payal reached out and hooked her thumbs on the waistband of my trousers and pulled them down. "You don't need these," she said as she watched my penis spring up just inches from her face as she slid the underwear down as well. "And I want to take your shirt off too." She began unbuttoning my shirt but had to stop as I pulled her black top off over her shoulders and head. I felt her warmth as I leaned close to wrap my arms around her, getting access to her tight buttocks encased in the white jeans. She smelled good. I brought my hands to her front, unbuttoned the single button on her jeans and pushed the zipper down. I pushed her trousers down past her hips and thighs, letting it fall to her ankles. She stepped out of it and then sat down facing me, one leg on the floor, the other up and against the back of a leather couch. I reached over and touched her hard nipple, the one she had been playing with while I was undressing her. She gasped lightly and pushed the shirt off of my shoulders. I pulled my hand away from her large boobs and took off my shirt. Payal immediately ran her long fingers through the light curls of hair on my chest and watched as I cupped her breast in one hand and slipped my other around the shaft of my very hard and thick cock. She watched me stroke my manhood slowly while she moved her hand down to her hot, wet crotch and pushed her two fingers inside. We were both breathing harder now and she was watching me pull on my penis as I looked at her fingering herself. I was feeling her big breast, pinching the erect nipple while she kept pawing my chest with one hand. She seemed mesmerized by the sight of my cock and the stroking. I wondered whether she was feeling herself contract around her fingers; whether she was thinking of what my cock must feel like, and how much she wanted it. Payal then reached down from my chest and moved my hand away, replacing it with hers. She stroked the ramrod shaft, felt the wetness of my pre-cum at the tip and used it as lubrication as she stroked me harder. She looked up into my eyes as I stared down at her face. Her hand felt soft and yet firm as her fist wound around the girth of my rod. Payal leaned back and opened her legs wide, pulling me as she did and I had to rise up to follow her. She leaned her back against the wall of the room and kept pulling me until I had to stand on my knees on the couch, between her legs. She pulled until my cock was just a couple of inches from her pussy, then stopped. "I want to use your cock to masturbate," she told me looking into my eyes. "Don't try to push into me. Just let me use your cock." She paused, then added, "Please." I felt my cock throbbing in her pretty hand. "Use me," I told her. She moaned and I leaned closer. Payal grabbed my penis and pushed the swollen head over her hard clit and dragged it up and down across and through her soaking wet lips. She was moaning loudly and slowly moving her hips but trying to be careful not to move them too much and cause me to penetrate her. I was desperately fighting the urge to thrust my hips and get my pole inside her warm pussy. It was extremely difficult and it was driving me crazy. Payal looked down as she manipulated my hard penis, fucking herself with it like I imagined she did with a dildo. I was so hard and I was giving myself to her, allowing her to do whatever she wanted. Surely she knew I wanted to be inside of her, but I was following her rules. She started moving her hips more vigorously; I could feel she was getting close to an orgasm. I knew Payal felt the head of my cock push inside of her and she pulled back. I groaned loudly, having felt the warmth for a second. Payal saw what that did to me; she definitely saw how much I wanted her and she must have seen me fighting it. She looked into my eyes, "Hjjer," she said. I moaned in response. I could not talk. "I want more," she told me. "But there are rules." I heard her. Some part of my mind registered the words but I was having a hard time focusing. Between trying to remain standing and avoiding penetrating this beautiful woman while she rubbed my hard cock all over her wet pussy, I started to fondle the most beautiful breasts a woman could offer . . . I was nearly in a trance. But I pulled myself together and looked into her eyes. She had stopped moving my erection and had it poised right at the entrance to her sweet sex. She was staring up at me, waiting for my response. I saw her wholesome breasts heaving up and down, putting her excitement on full display. I knew she wanted me as strongly as I wanted her, at that moment I wanted her so strongly that I would do anything she wanted. "Whatever you ask for," I answered, "I will do." "Mmmmm," she moaned. "I want you to know that the rules are subject to change without notice," she said as she started slowly jacking my dick. It was my turn to moan, feeling her hand work the end of my straining rigidity. Maintaining eye contact with her I said, "You are my queen and I am your slave," knowing I sounded melodramatic but wanting to play along. "Finish undressing," she said but did not take her hand from around my cock. I managed despite being held in place, taking off my wingtips and socks and sliding them in front of the door. Once I was standing before her completely naked, she reached over to her small bag and retrieved a digital camera, never breaking eye contact and continuing to lightly handle my huge thickness. "Get down on your knees and lick my pussy," she said softly, the deliberateness of the command and the command itself surprising me, but I didn't let that faze me. She seemed to be enjoying this little role play, telling a man what to do and it was apparently exciting her furiously. I had never had a woman tell me what to do like this. But then I had never met a woman that stirred me quite like Payal did. Without even thinking about it, I got down to my knees, Payal finally releasing my cock, but not gently. She gripped it hard and I had to pull it from her grasp. She grinned playfully. She tilted her hip upward and inched to the edge of the couch to give me easy and full access. When I lowered my head she splayed her knees apart as wide as she could manage. She watched as I opened my mouth and moved it to just a half an inch from her swollen pussy lips. She watched me as I looked up into her eyes. She must felt the warmth of my breath around her labia. She bit her lip then raised her camera, flicked it to burst mode and snapped several pictures of my mouth poised above her sex. "Get your mouth on my pussy right now," she ordered. And I immediately obliged. Opening my mouth wide I placed her entire pussy in my mouth, my upper lip atop her hard clit, the lower lip pressed against her cunt. "Oh yes," she cooed. "Put your hand on your dick and keep it hard," she told me. "Now eat my cunt, Hjjer." I reached down with my left hand and grasped my cock, slowly and lightly giving it attention. But it wasn't really necessary. There was no way I was going to lose my hard-on. However, my queen had ordered it, so I complied. I saw her lean to the side to watch me comply and then snap several pictures of me obeying her. This was uncharted territory and I was way beyond excited. Once I had my mouth covering Payal's pussy, I began very, very lightly licking up and down her swollen lips. Starting at the bottom, up over the edge of her left lip, over her clit and down the right lip, I circled the mouth of her sex. I felt her quiver slightly and heard her breath catch each time my tongue tripped over her erect clit. She seemed entranced by what I was doing to her. She started taking pictures of the scene. She reached pinched and stretched her nipple with her other hand, snapping pictures of that as well. She was now moving her hips in a circular motion in time with my licking. I thought that she was feeling an orgasm building and needed it released. "Oh my god," she suddenly said much louder than I expected, "stick your tongue in me and fucking make me cum!" I immediately shoved my tongue inside, parting her lips and widening my tongue to touch the sides of her as I inserted it. I felt Payal's body shake. I first felt her moan, then heard it. She was cumming and I had to take my hand off my cock to keep from cumming in response. "OH MY GOD!" she screamed. The orgasm wracking her body from her toes to the top of her head. "Hjjer, I am cumming! Tongue fuck your queen! Suck up my juices!" I don't think she had any idea where this talk was coming from; she probably felt possessed by ecstasy was what I was thinking. I reached up and took the camera from her hand and began snapping pictures wildly of the scene as Payal shook and came. Wave after wave she came. I continued to fuck her in and out with my tongue and suck her pussy in my mouth; my top lip remained pressed down firmly atop her clit, massaging it, while the lower lip rubbed that sweet spot between her anus and the start of her slit. I was moving my lips in a motion that was slightly opening and closing her cunt lips while I sucked, all the while driving my tongue in and out of her like a wide, wet, flat cock. I stole a glance up at her and saw her sexy body quivering, her eyes closing and opening, her hands kneading her big, hard nipples and fondling her breasts frantically. "Stop!" she finally said in a breathy voice as she gasped for air. "You have to stop for a minute!" I stopped moving my mouth, but kept my tongue steady and still inside her. "It felt like I came a dozen times!" she said. "I really lost count. That was amazing!" I smiled with my eyes, my mouth being otherwise occupied. "Stand up," she suddenly said. I slowly slid my tongue out of Payal's pussy, adding a slow gentle lick up and over her clit as I did so. She smiled and sighed as I stood up in front of her, my cock standing straight out, pointing at her. "Come closer," she said. "You will now give me your pre-cum. The rule is you may not cum. But you will push your dick in my mouth and slowly fuck my mouth. You will let me guide you in and determine how much goes in my mouth." I stepped as close to her as I could, my shins against the couch base. I watched Payal open her mouth and slide her tongue out as she took the mushroomed tip of my hard dick into her mouth. I felt her close her lips around it and then slowly move her head toward my body, pushing my penis in deeper, her tongue pressed against the underside. She glanced at the camera still in my hand and I began snapping pictures of this gorgeous woman slowly swallowing my cock. Payal moved her head toward my abdomen slowly, maintaining a tight suction on the hard rod while she moved her tongue about the bottom of my cock in circular motions. She must felt the engorged head approaching the back of her tongue and she readied herself. I could make out that she relaxed her throat and eased my cockhead into her gullet. She reacted with an immediate gag reflex and had to back it out quickly, leaving only the bulbous head between her red lips. But she had heard me groan and it seemed to spur her on to go farther. She eased it back in again and looked up at my chest rising and collapsing as my breathing increased to accommodate a racing pulse. I looked down and snapped pictures. Payal felt so naughty and so free. She touched the swollen head of my thick engorged erection against the entrance to her throat again and then pressed on, pushing her head closer to my body and not stopping until her nose touched my pubic hair. She must have felt my cock stretching her throat to accommodate its width. She controlled her gag reflex long enough to pump my cock three times inside her throat and then she slowly backed me out of her throat and let her mouth make a sucking pop as she withdrew my cock completely from her mouth. I caught it all with the camera. And I was having a very difficult time not cumming. When she had pressed my cock down her throat the second time, pumping it in and out, I was terribly afraid that I wasn't going to be able to hold on. But I had agreed to her rules and I barely managed to stick to the agreement. I just hoped that she would release me soon or else I was going to pass out. Payal watched my face, saw the effort I was exerting to honour the deal, saw my commitment, probably understood what the delayed gratification meant to me and silently acknowledged what it meant to her. "I am very impressed," she said softly. "Stand back for a moment while I change position," she said. Payal slipped her body off the couch onto the floor. She lay back flat on the carpeted floor, placing her bottom against the couch and her legs straight up perpendicular to the floor. "Pictures," she said to me as I watched her intently. I immediately raised the camera and began taking picture after picture. She spread her thighs far apart keeping her legs straight as she did so. Then she bent them at her knees and allowed her feet to come to rest atop the seat of the sofa, all the while maintaining eye contact with me and the camera. With her feet on the settee she pressed them down, lifting her bottom and as she lifted she pushed herself closer to the couch with her arms, continuing until her back was off the floor. She couldn't touch the sofa with her feet anymore so she pressed them together and stretched them straight up in the air. Then she continued wriggling and pushing herself closer to the settee until her back was against the front of it, the small of her back against the edge of the cushioned seat. Her shoulders and head were all that touched the floor. The top of her arse was resting on the top edge of the sofa. Her legs were straight up in the air. "Come here," she told me. I walked over. "Stand over me facing the couch," she instructed. I complied, looking down at her, continuing to snap image after image. "Pay attention," she said. Payal was holding her hips with her hands to steady herself against the settee. She slowly spread her legs apart exposing her soaking wet pussy as she did so. I continued clicking. When she had her legs wide apart she said, "Step close," and I did. She made a slight adjustment, scooting her bottom up an inch further, putting her pussy almost perfectly in line with my waist. I smiled because I knew what was coming. I'd always wanted to try this but had never been with anyone who wanted to as well. Nor anyone that was limber enough to accomplish it. "Push you hard cock inside of me slowly," she told me and I only had to lean a bit forward and Payal shifted her hips to meet me. Holding my cock at the base and pointing it downward, I slowly drove the hard spike between her swollen, incredibly wet lips and down into this goddess of love. Payal watched like a hawk as my thighs flexed, my arse tightened and my cock slowly disappeared into the depths of her sex. She watched my testicles tighten when I sunk my rod completely inside her and again had to fight the urge to cum when I felt those tight balls touch and press against her hard, sensitive clit. I knew at that moment that I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer; the juices were churning and the eruption was imminent. "Fair is fair," she said, her own breathing catching as she spoke. She moaned involuntarily as I slightly adjusted my stance and it caused my massive erection to move inside her. I felt her pussy clenching around the thickness of my shaft in response. "You have been a good boy and deserve to be rewarded," she whispered throatily. I groaned loudly at that. I was fighting ejaculation with every fibre of my conscious power. "Follow these last instructions," Payal said, "and you may release." "Drip some of your saliva down and let it fall on my puckered little arsehole," she said and she swallowed, just hearing the suggestion come out of her mouth seemed to make her excitement amp up another notch. "Then rub it with your thumb but no penetration." I had never even experimented with anal play but she was coming across as so liberated and open right now; so wonderfully uninhibited. I was intoxicated by this woman. I thought I was horny before but when Payal suggested that I play with her arsehole I felt my heart rate jump another ten percent. Who was this woman? Where had she been all these years? I felt so comfortable with her. I did as she instructed, allowing a long string of my saliva to fall from my tongue. As soon as it puddled there, I saw her pucker tightly and flex in response. My body in turn, responded to that erotic sight, my cock twitching within the pleasurable confines of her pussy. Sex with My (Dominant) Banker I started rubbing her little tight puckered hole with my thumb. "Oooh, yes, play with my arse, Hjjer," she said softly. "You want me, don't you, baby?" she asked. I kept silent, only the sounds of my heavy breathing as I gave myself to the torrid sensations that were burning up my body. "Do it!" she said sharply. "Fuck my pussy! Drive that cock in and out of me! Make me cum all over your cock!" I started pumping my shaft in and out of her in a very fast and sharp cadence and fondled her asshole. I was mesmerised by the sight of her large breasts moving seductively with the rhythm of my pounding of her cunt. Her mouth slightly agape; I had never seen anything as sexy in my life, not in person and not in film. I knew I was getting close. "Where do you want me to cum?" I barely breathed out. Payal heard that question and it seemed to send her over the edge. She started cumming again and screaming out a moan each time my rock hard penis hit its full depth and my balls slapped her clit. I felt my cock somehow getting harder and saw a look on her face that suggested she felt the same. I was about to explode. Through her own orgasms she barely managed to say, "Cum in me..." I did not ask for clarification or a second assurance. I couldn't. I had no control left. I exploded inside her; jet after jet of hot cum. It was like a volcanic burst; sudden and furious, like letting go after an excruciating long time of being pent up. I could feel the molten rush of thick liquid rise from my innermost depths and explode in Payal's deep recesses. She was already cumming when she felt the first spurt of my hot cum splash inside her; a new wave of orgasmic convulsions wracked her body and she screamed again. With a final thrust, I buried myself in Payal and felt the last of my load ooze out into her. I looked down and saw my own cum mingled with her pussy juices spilling out of her swollen lips and dripping down her tummy to her breasts and behind, over her bright red arsehole and through her perfect round cheeks. I remembered to snap a whole series of pictures of the overflowing cum. Payal watched the same trail of cum as it ran down toward her breasts. She looked up at me then reached over and ran two of her fingers up the trail, gathering the mixture on the ends of the fingers. Then without breaking eye contact, she put the fingers in her mouth, swirled the ends with her tongue to collect the cum and honey from her fingers and then sucked them clean. "Delicious," she commented and smiled. I pulled out of her in a long languorous withdrawal, the girth of my penis still firm despite the climax and watched as her eyelids shut and a deep throaty moan escaped from between her lips. She eased herself backwards on her elbows as I stepped back, lowering her upright legs first to the couch and then to the floor, finally lying flat and supine on the ground. I looked down at her, my penis not erect any more but still thick and massive as it lowered itself to a more distended angle. I got down to the wooded floorboards and lay on my side against Payal's still overheated body, my cock comfortably flush against her strong thigh. Half on half off the carpeting, we slept; deeply contented and considerably exhausted. It was past midnight when we drifted off. I woke up once in the middle of the night as Payal moved around somewhere in the kitchen presumably looking for a drink of water; another time I awoke I could hear the shower running in the bathroom but I was too tired to more than turn over on my side and fall back asleep. When I finally did awake, still naked on the carpet, I saw a note folded on the coffee table, placed under her small camera. "Don't feel too bad about my leaving Delhi; it could have been worse - we may never have met or got to know each other! Take care of yourself my dearest Hjjer, and maybe some day we shall see the stars again. I'm leaving the camera with you; we'll watch the pics together when we meet. Love. P" And with that she was gone. Five years on and I still haven't had the chance to catch up with Payal again. Suddenly I feel low again, no more looking forward to the party tonight. Thinking about Annie and our party together last night makes me feel somewhat better but I know that thoughts of Sunita are beginning to creep back into my mind. *******