2 comments/ 54596 views/ 13 favorites A Very Demanding Job Ch. 01 By: dan57 From an idea from Dahlia57 Naina had just won her Master degree in Economic Sciences degree at the University of Birmingham cum laude (with honors in latin). She had shortly after officially married Tim, her former professor and lover for four years in her home town of New Delhi. There has been a big party with over three hundred guests. The couple had duly followed the tradition for their wedding with Naina wearing a red richly embroidered saree and marvelous jewels. These diamonds, rubies and other sapphires had been lent to her by the Prince Kyrhan and his wife, Princess Kira. Globally, she evaluated the value of what she was wearing to five or six million dollars. Some of the jewels were centuries old and the head piece decorating her forehead and her hair had been worn by maharanis in the eighteenth century. Never any member of her family had worn such rich attire! She should have been afraid of an aggression by thugs but as the Prince Kyrhan, a member of the central government, attended her marriage, it had ensured the presence of several police officers among the guests and around the hall. Kyrhan himself was a former colonel of Indian commando troops and he kept himself in top shape. He had arrived with his jack of all trades Rajeev and the group of Dalits employed usually by the princess. Kira had started to give them a complete education and the most advanced were already starting their BSc studies (Bachelor of Science). They would risk their lives to protect their mistress! Among all these men, Naina would have walked by night through the seediest streets of Calcutta! Kira was seated next to Kyrhan on the front row of the assistance. Seated next to him was another pretty Indian girl, named Neelam. She had followed the same courses as Naina and her sister Ritu, just a bit less brilliantly but she didn't have the support of Tim or his brother. She was mesmerized by the richness of Naina's jewels, her ear rings, nose rings and her head pieces, the spider web ornaments on her hands and feet brittling with rubies and sapphires, emeralds and diamonds. Naina was certainly the prettiest bride she had ever seen. Neelam had had luxury dreams too. She had recently married another Indian student in English literature named Swaroop. They weren't very rich and he had just found a job of assistant at University : not very well paid to support them both. She was a shy and slim girl. She had led a demure life far from the numerous adventures and wild sexual life that Naina and and Ritu had enjoyed and continued to do so with their lovers and now husbands. When Neelam had returned to the grim streets of Birmingham and her husband had returned to his job at the University, Neelam never imagined to be a stay at home wife : she decided to apply for a job. She realized soon that it wouldn't be that easy : with the economic crisis, they were very few jobs available and a married woman without any professional experience even with a prestigious degree wasn't especially in demand these days in England. She was lucky to live in England where racial prejudice is less prevalent than elsewhere. She had been told during some interviews that she should go back to India! Such a rejection can be easily discarded once but at the fifth occasion, Neelam's morale was severely eroded. The twenty-eighth interview seemed to be following the direction of the previous ones. - Unfortunately, we have no vacancies in our commercial department and no one is to retire or has even evoked the possibility to resign in the near future... Neelam's shoulders sagged in despair : she could still ask the help of Naina who had high ranking connections but she wanted to find a job on her own without some outside interference... - But we intend to create a new service for after sale assistance to our customers! Would it interest you? - What would I have to do, sir? - Quite simple : customers sometimes have complaints about our production : late deliveries, insufficient quality or lack of compliance with the customer's specifications. It's a highly emotionally charged job where you would have the future of the company in your hands : your first objective would be to calm the customer, make him totally happy or even have him send us a new order! - I could see if I can fit in the job, sir! - Perfect! I propose you a three months test period : we'll see if you can fulfill all the requirements of this job. You'll be directly attached to myself and I'll take care of your on the job training. I'll show you our offices and present you to our director of human resources to fill up the paperwork. You'll start tomorrow morning at nine o'clock ; don't be late! - Of course, sir! How shall I call you? - Sir seems perfect! I'll call you Neelam until further notice, if you have no objection... - None, sir! The next morning, Neelam arrived ten minutes in advance and she knocked at her boss' door immediately. She was wearing a very conservative business suit with black pants, a dark grey sweater and a grey jacket. She had put on a very discreet make up. She was quite pleased by her professional look. Mister Jenkins watched her from head to toe : his face showed that her outfit didn't please him! - Do you think that this drab outfit is convenient for your job? You could attend the funeral of your grand mother with this skirt! Do you think that you are going to calm an aggrieved customer and make him happy with such clothes? - Sorry, sir! I didn't realize you wanted something different! Could you advise me about the appearance you intend for me to have? - I'll do better than that : we are going together to buy you a complete outfit, several ones if I find something suitable. If not, we'll go to London : I'm sure we'll find everything necessary there! It will be paid by the company, of course, as it will be your uniform! Neelam nodded without protesting : everything considered, if Mister Jenkins paid for her work clothes, she had no reason to argue! They went to a very expensive shop. Mister Jenkins made her model for him, wearing a series of different outfits. He told her he was looking for something elegant that showed off her figure and was relatively sexy to catch the eye of the customer... - Don't forget I'm married, now, Sir! - Do you think every married woman should hide under an opaque veil? If you think so, perhaps you should move to Djeddah or Kabul! - No chance, sir! Mister Jenkins finally chose a close fitting black leather skirt that reached down to her mid thigh and a red blouse with a very low cut neckline that showed more cleavage than anything she had worn previously. It was in very fine silk and her heart stopped beating when she saw the price of it : four hundred pounds! She tried to talk her boss from that purchase but he declined to do so! He even insisted for her to wear her new outfit immediately. The clerk put her business suit in a bag. Mister Jenkins took it in his hand. Neelam expected they would walk back to their office but Mister Jenkins seemed to have other ideas... He stopped in another expensive shoe shop. It wasn't the usual retailer's shop with piles of cardboard boxes and little place to walk. Instead, it was a very cozy place with upholstered armchairs, ebony furniture and oriental carpets. The clerk who appeared just when they entered asked politely what kind of shoes they were looking for. Mister Jenkins replied him : - We are relooking this pretty young woman. Do you have something that would match her new outfit? The man stepped back and assessed Neelam's figure from a distance. - Yes, sir, something very classy but sexy to emphasize the beauty of your lady... I would advise you red pumps, maybe stilettos but surely very high heels to show off her delicious legs. When it's raining, what would you think of high boots to the knee still with high heels, of course! - That was what I had imagined! Neelam, give me your jacket, you've more modeling to do for me! The young woman emerged from the shop, tottering on her impossible high stilettos. She was forced to take the helping arm of Mister Jenkins. He stopped near a public bin and dropped into it her business suit and the flat heeled shoes she had put on this very morning. - Mister Jenkins, you've discarded my business suit and my new shoes! - In comparison to what you're wearing now, it's their right place. Don't ever wear such ugly garments as long as you work for my company! I forbid you to take them back! The business suit and the shoes had absorbed all her savings but she didn't try to argue any more. Step by step, Mister Jenkins was imposing his domination and Neelam felt gradually more normal to abide completely to his orders. He remarked that her bra could be seen at the bottom of her cleavage. It was black and was quite visible under her red blouse. Mister Jenkins drew her to a Victoria secret shop and she didn't object. He made her try a dozen bras but they could always be seen under her blouse. Looking annoyed, Mister Jenkins told her to model for him without a bra. - I suspect your breasts are proud enough not to require any support. Let's see if I'm right! He declared himself perfectly satisfied when she walked in front of him. She was blushing terribly of being half naked in front of her boss but he dismissed her fears with a negligent gesture. - No, Neelam! Your outfit isn't whorish : it's just very sexy! Your breasts are young and firm ; they don't really need a bra! But let's try out a few suspenders. I love these frilly garments... Their shopping spree had lasted all the morning. Mister Jenkins invited Neelam to the restaurant. As she walked more and more confidently, she remarked the appreciative glances of the men on both sides of the road and the heinous faces of the women who accompanied them. Finally, a pretty woman relished being desired by stranger men and hated by other women : it gave her some sense of ultimate superiority! She surprised herself when she wiggled her bottom on purpose when a few students whistled when she passed them by. The waiter opened the door wide when she arrived and bowed down when she passed in front of him. It was probably a devious way to have a closer look at her décolletage but she just giggled. The waiter proposed them a quiet table, isolated by several plant pots in front of a window with a view of the flowers in the inner garden. To have a better view, Mister Jenkins proposed to sit on the side of Neelam and not in front of her. He ordered as aperitif a glass of exotic fruit juices for both of them. Neelam grasped an exchange of glances between Mister Jenkins and the waiter but she didn't understand its meaning. The drink was delicious but somewhat heady. She wondered whether there was some alcohol into it but Mister Jenkins seemed to drink it as if it was water. He offered several toasts, drinking to her health, then to Swaroop's then to their company. When her glass was empty, he ordered for another one. Neelam began to feel dizzy when he clunk glasses to her beauty. Her voice was hesitant as she answered to his toast. She didn't know it but the waiter had added to her first drink a good measure of Vodka : it was almost tasteless but it improves anything to which it is added. The second glass had a double measure of vodka. There was no mystery that her words were slurry and she didn't react when he kissed her on the cheek, then let his hand rest on her naked thigh, above her knee. When she announced she wanted to go to the loo, he escorted her with his arm around her waist, waited for her exit and walked her back to their table, holding her tighter. The alcohol was doing its effect as his right hand had cupped her breast and massaged it under her jacket and she didn't even try to push him away. When they arrived to their armchairs, he made her turn around and kissed her straight on the mouth. She had no reaction, again and let him explore her mouth. He pushed her against a wall and really French kissed her.... She wasn't used to drink vodka ant it completely lifted her inhibitions. Mister Jenkins jumped on the opportunity and whispered to her ear : - Would you mind if I pulled down your panties? She replied, still more than half drunk : - If you want, sir! - You know that when you wear such an expensive skirt, you should bunch it around your waist and sit with your buttocks directly in contact with the leather! - Oh nobody has ever told me that! - Let me help you! Neelam now exhibited lewdly her pussy to his eyes without thinking to it in her inebriate state. She even parted her thighs and pushed her crotch forward, opening her twat just for him. He took out his cell phone and took a series of images he could have easily sold to a porn site on the web! He took off her jacket, lifted her blouse and completed his collection with close ups of her face, her breasts and her pussy. He forced her to stand up and turn to make a close up of her pretty apricot with a dripping wet slit. She had her legs safely under the table just a couple of minutes before the return of the waiter. Everything worked accordingly to his plans. This little cunt didn't know it for the time being but he was already her Master and she couldn't resist him! - Before we return to the office, we could pay a visit to the beauty parlor and have your pussy shaved : I prefer it that way! - But Swaroop will see it this evening! He'll ask me what I had in my mind! - You'll just tell him the usual explanation, that you made it to excite him! All men would believe it! Take another glass of that delicious fruit juice! Neelam came back home at the end of her work day, naked under her clothes, her pussy as smooth as a baby's and her lips swollen by injections at the beauty parlor. Even her hair had acquired a trendy wavy appearance. Swaroop was filled with enthousiasm when he discovered the change she had made to her appearance. He congratulated her for her taste. She just mentioned that her boss wanted her to be very attractive! Mister Jenkins was very interested by most sports. He had told her he would initiate her to windsurfing on the next noon pause. A swimming pool had arranged a big fan to produce wind and attract customers during off peak hours. She had tried to resist as the effect of the alcohol was diminishing but he pulled her into another shop that sell swimming suits. It wasn't a common sport in New Delhi and Neelam rarely practiced swimming but Mister Jenkins refused to hear anything and he bought her a white bikini, by far the skimpiest she had ever worn or seen. She was grateful that her pubic hair had disappeared as it would have been visible everywhere : the bikini was nowhere wider than an inch and often reduced to a tiny thread. It was her very first G string! The part covering her breasts was almost as small: just a tiny piece of fabric covering her nipples and nearly nothing more! Curiously, it didn't bother her as much as she would have expected. Her boss had started her training : he wanted her to shed away any trace of prudishness. His very first instructions had been not to wear a bra for the next day. She had obeyed without protest : her husband had encouraged her many times to do so but she had resisted him fiercely. It was strange that she had followed her moss' instructions so sheepishly. He had not stopped with this first victory. She had put on a panty and he had noticed it immediately : - Look! it makes a very ugly crease on your skirt! She was completely overwhelmed and she allowed him to pull down her panty once more. - I'm afraid you should dispense with panties with such sexy outfits. I want you to promise to come to work without any from now on! - Could... Could I keep it on and take it away when I arrive to the office? - Certainly not! Walking with your bare buttocks under a short skirt or dress will make you more sensible to your visitor's desires. Just try to be aware of it today as I give you my instructions! Next time we go shopping, you'll try a VERY short skirt, one that barely covers your crotch or your ass. If you bend down or just sit on a chair without extreme precautions, you'll show all your intimate treasures to the public! They climbed together on the board with Neelam cuddling into her boss' arms. When she had discovered his half naked figure, she had thought he really looked like Bras Pitt with his sportsman's stature. Her colleagues had discreetly told her that he was a womanizer for the female staff, and was said to have sired several babies among them. He looked really attractive, as he stood just behind her. His hair was thick and wavy, jet black, and his chest and stomach were covered by bulging muscles, rolling with each move. He kissed her hand, telling her she could lean against him. - I was right, you really look superb! Neelam had blushed beet root. Self-conscious and very embarrassed, she had walked around the room. He had told her to walk more seductively, placing her feet on a line and wiggling her bottom wantonly. When she had mastered the knack of it, he wanted her to rock slightly her breasts when she walked, advertising to all the male assistance that she didn't wear a bra under her body fitting blouse or dress. When he declared himself satisfied after three hours of intensive training, he made her walk in front of a large mirror. She didn't realize at once that the lascivious girl walking so lewdly in the mirror was herself. Sensually walking had become soon quite natural for her, even when she was alone at home. Swaroop had even complimented her about it! He suddenly became more interested to go shopping with her and he booked more frequently a table in some night club... This new idea of teaching her how to stay on top of a windsurf board was certainly just a pretext to rub against her body. Could she have declined the offer when her boss had himself pulled down her panties and forced her to wear microskirts and low cut blouses at work with no undies underneath? The water was rather cold and her nipples poked instantly through the skimpy material. She blushed with shame. It was an habit she should try to shed. Everyone could see when she was embarrassed and Mister Jenkins hadn't missed it! - Am I the reason of your sudden excitation? She blushed even deeper when she realized he was pretending her engorged nipples had been caused by sexual desire rather than by cold water! He laughed, as he raised his eyebrows inquiringly. She grinned and stuck out her tongue at him as he seemed quite pleased with his joke. Of course, having never used a windsurf, she kept falling into the water when she didn't lean on his muscular chest. It was rather pleasant and she stopped being uneasy with it. You could feel so cozy in such a powerful embrace! Neelam wasn't accustomed so such tiring exercise. She pleaded with Mister Jenkins to stop now, promising to come back with him until she could practice alone. It seemed satisfied with this promise but he chided her for being unfit! - How do you intend to cope with our Clients if you are a couch potato! - I'm not a couch potato! I practice jogging half an hour a day! - Hhmm! Not long enough : make it one hour a day or start new sports and exercises : aerobics should help you to become more resilient. There are plenty of other possibilities! - OK, boss! Could you be my coach as you seem to love that role? - It's a deal! Mister Jenkins took her indoors, still with her bikini on. At least, it was warm there! He made her practice abs exercises for half an hour. He tormented her all the time about her flabby stomach, tickling her sides. His comments were so blatantly obnoxious that it made her laugh continuously. At the end, he proposed her to relax in the Jacuzzi. She was so tired that she agreed immediately. He started the bubbling and slid into the water. When she placed her right foot in the water, Mister Jenkins stopped her : A Very Demanding Job Ch. 01 - Remember what the shop assistant told you : this swimming suit shouldn't be used in hot water : it would shrunk down! It's too beautiful on you : it would be a shame! - But I don't have another suit here! - No problem : I'll turn toward the wall while you take it out. The bubbles will completely hide you when you are in the water! Look : I'll take off mine and you won't see anything! He was right : he placed his swimming boxer on the edge and the bubbles really blurred the vision. Neelam was rather reluctant but finally gave in to his insistence. She was in the Jacuzzi with him when she realized he had turned to a mirror on the opposite wall and he had had a perfect view on her stripping naked on the pool edge. His lewdness should have made her very angry against him but his disconsolate look made her laugh. - You're a little wicked bastard, Mister Jenkins! - I may be, Neelam! I try to improve and become a big wicked bastard! You really look beautiful when you're naked! Neelam laughed again. Her boss seemed so at ease with the situation, chatting with her as if their situation was quite normal. He was flirting permanently with her but in an elegant manner that made her relax very quickly. His manners reminded him of James Bond films with Pierce Brosnan or Sean Connery : elegant, flirty and never vulgar. She felt so happy being courted in that way! Mister Jenkins put his arm around her waist and drew her on his side. She felt really in the mood to be seduced by her boss. He whispered to her ear, telling her how beautiful and sexy she was, how gorgeous she had been, when he had discovered her on the candidacy letter! What pretty woman would haven't have a tender spot for such delicate teasing? He bent down and started nibbling her ear lobe with his teeth, exploring it with his pointed tongue and trying to push it into her hole! She arched her back, opening her mouth in a silent call for more action. She closed her eyes in bliss : she was drifting on a pink cloud and she had stopped thinking, just enjoying the moment! She was still immersed in her wonderful cinema dream : she was with James Bond on a Caribbean beach, relaxing on the warm and so fine white sand. James was starting to caress her and it was SO pleasant! She'd fancied him since they had first met as he was so sexy. She felt his mouth, starting to cover hers while his right hand was slowly cupping her breast and stroking it. She wondered what he was waiting for when she felt his other hand plunging like a bird of prey on her bare crotch. There was not a stitch of cloth on her body and she was completely open to his lewd caresses. In fact she craved for them! He really kissed her mouth at last and she received his tongue inside her as she had dreamed it since they had started to exercise on the windsurf board. At the same moment, he plunged two of his fingers into her slit. Her husband's private garden was dripping with hot juices. He rotated his fingers in her honey pot that really warranted its name! He lifted his fingers to his nostrils : albeit their short passage in the water, they kept her fragrance. He inhaled deeply, sensuously and offered his fingers to her mouth. She took the two fingers one by one in her mouth and sucked them like she would have done with two little cocks. She was looking straight into his eyes, defying him to other lewd acts! His index plunged into the water and started nibbling at her clit while he played with her nipples with the other hand, caressing her erect buds. This time, it wasn't the cold that made them hard but simple, primeval sexual lust! She had a fleeting thought to the prudish, shy girl who had discovered England with goggled eyes. She had also discovered love with her husband Swaroop. Since her marriage, she had been totally faithful to him and she was now absolutely sure that Mister Jenkins would be the first man to explore her married woman's cunt! She should have stopped him, but she didn't manage to gather her wits to do so : it was so pleasant to abandon herself to his caresses! He was rubbing her clit. It felt so good she gasped helplessly. A magnificent climax was building in her loins. There was nothing to stop it now. She asked him to gag her with his hand as there were other people in the nearby rooms. She didn't want all of them to come running and discover her resting naked on her lover's shoulder. It had been very wise as an Earth shattering orgasm tore through her. Her screams were perfectly muffled by Mister Jenkins' hand. He gently kissed her, when she emerged from the pit of her ultimate bliss. - Did it feel good? She just managed to nod. After such intense foreplay, both of them were deeply aroused. Neelam followed her boss when he led her to his own house. His wife was abroad for two weeks in Ibiza. They would be quiet! He walked in slowly and stripped down naked, he was already getting hard just looking at her delightful figure. He sat down in the bed with her and started to feel up her body and fondle her gorgeous breasts. Maternity and a few years had made her body blossom. She had been a pretty girl when she had been twenty but at twenty six now, she was just mind blowing with wider hips. She had kept her narrow waist but her breasts had gained one good size. Her tits would turn an ermit wild, now! She was breathing heavily, ready for anything from her boss. Wasting no time, he started fingering her, she was already extremely wet. Her thigs were widely parted : she was ready for him! Mister Jenkins placed himself between her legs and lined up his cock, now really huge and as hard as marble at her warm love hole. He run the tip of his cock along her slit, insisting on her clit for several minutes. He pushed back her hood and discovered the sensitive bud. Neelam started to moan as he toyed with her body. He judged with his hand that he would never get bigger or longer. He pushed his fingers into her dripping twat and scooped large amounts of her love fluids he smeared liberally on his cock. When he decided he had lubed himself sufficiently, he started to slide his long hard cock into her pussy. It slipped in slowly at first. He pulled out completely and lubricated himself again thoroughly : it wasn't some fucking with no tomorrow : he had projects with her that passed by her complete ravishment! he wanted that the young woman surrendered completely to him. He thrust harder and the full length of his long shaft sunk down completely into her, hitting her cervix. She moaned from the impact. He then began to slowly fuck in and out of her. He was mauling her tits, grabbing and squeezing them. She was encouraging him to press them harder and he obliged quite willingly. Neelam was now starting to moan rather loud, Swaroop had encouraged her to do so. He love making her express her pleasure quite loudly, even if it meant being heard by strangers. She closed her eyes once more and he jumped on the opportunity to switch on a camera placed just near the bed on a very strategic position. He resumed his hard humping, making her moan even louder. The camera would show clearly the young woman being fucked wild by an indistinguishable man with only his back in plain view. He was ploughing into her fairly hard and fast, she was now screaming, the bed was shaking and the springs were making a lot of noise : a good porn movie and an excellent blackmail argument! He was getting close to cumming. He threw her legs over his shoulders and started pummeling her as hard as he could. He could see his large cock pistoning in and out of her extremely fast. His cock was deliciously filling her cunt to capacity. He started to groan loudly in his turn. He froze, deeply embedded into her cunt, as he was ejaculating his rich sperm into her. After Mister Jenkins had finished, he collapsed on to her for a moment before rolling over on to his stomach beside her with his cum oozing slowly out of her pussy. The air conditioner was giving a chilly temperature to the room. Neelam proposed to take a shower and leave to the office but her boss wanted to take a nap. He searched into his own wardrobe and came back with a white see through nightie that barely covered her ass cheeks. The collar was decorated with white feathers and it had short sleeves. She found surprisingly fast a deep sleep. They woke up together around 4 PM. Mister Jenkins had a raging hard on. He told, no, he ordered her to take care of it! Neelam removed her nightie and appeared completely naked in front of her lover. He began to feel and fondle her pretty breasts and she let him have his way with her. She was really enjoying this. He continued playing with my her, sucking on her nipples and he began to run his hand on her pussy, rubbing it faster and faster. He began to finger her slowly and started to work up speed, she was now moaning fairly loud. At the same time, she was wanking him with her hand slowly giving him a delicious hand job. After a few minutes, he whispered something into her ear. She climbed over him and straddled him. He rubbed his large fat cockhead up and down her slit. He bent down and open mouth kissed her as he started to push into her. His cock was trying to make its way into her but the sleep had given him back strength. He seemed bigger than during their first encounter. Entry was delicious for him but too slow for his taste. Her pussy had received behemoth cocks like Kyrhan's but it had had ample time to adjust to Swaroop's more normal girth. Eventually her pussy started to adjust back to nerous dimensions. Inch by inch, his cock now started to disappear into her pussy. He was pushing it in very slowly not to hurt her. After a couple of minutes of sinking his cock into her fuck hole, he bottomed out. His cock was fully impaled into her with his hairy balls resting against her ass. She had taken in his entire cock to the hilt. He smiled to her and bent to kiss her. She remained silent and was just moaning softly. As her pussy began to stretch further and adjust to his large size, he began to slowly thrust in and out of her, before increasing his speed until he fucked her for all she was worth. She was humping back at him and had locked her legs behind his back. The bed was rocking and creaking and the noise seemed to fill the room. She knew he was about to cum soon. He continued pounding away as another orgasm shook her body. When he felt her pussy contracting spasmodically on his cock, he was pushed over the edge. He started to spew his second load of sperm into her. When he rolled off her as he had emptied his balls completely, he proudly watched a river of cum flowing out of her pussy. - Time to clean my cock, girl! Suck it. Show me how you do it, now! She lowered her head obediently and sucked on his shrinking cock. She started sucking him like a pro with no hesitation. He complimented her on her skill. - Your husband seems to have taught you well in the art of pleasing a man! I think I'll consider your probation period successful when you've treated your first customer claim! I'll accompany you for the first time but afterward, don't fear anything : you'll be alone to cope with their requirements! - Thank you, Sir! I'll do anything I can to satisfy them! - That's just what I expect! I'll keep you as my personal assistant, to cope with my OWN requirements! - Ohhh!, please, no, Sir! I'm a married woman! I cannot become your fuck toy! I just did it not to anger you! - And you succeeded completely! I didn't intend to hire you after your probation period and you convinced me of the contrary! Look at the advantages : a good pay, your hair dresser, manicurist, beauty parlor, spa as well as your clothes and shoes will be paid by the company! You'll be treated in the best restaurants and hotels of Birmingham or london! Life is beautiful for you! Certainly, Mister Jenkins was quite eager to transform her into the perfect worker. At least, it would provide her to some of the luxuries she had expected from life since her youth! A Very Demanding Job Ch. 02 From an idea by dahlia57 Mister Jenkins had forced Neelam into becoming his real girlfriend, telling her what outfits she had to wear at anytime, even when she went out with her husband Swaroop. It had been quite strange for the first occasions but she soon felt it really unimportant : Swaroop was the man she loved but Mr Jenkins was her boss and her money provider... There was a company party and Mister Jenkins had insisted he wanted Neelam to attend to it with her husband. There hadn't been any problem during the formal presentation as her boss had kissed her hand like a noble French man in an eighteenth century royal court. Swaroop had laughed but Neelam hadn't! Swaroop danced several times with her. Mr Jenkins then asked him for the next dance with his wife. - My dear friend, you shouldn't keep all the booty for yourself and share the pleasure of dancing with your pretty wife with us, poor mortals! Swaroop bowed down with a cheerful smile and offered Neelam's hand to her boss. At this moment, the lights were dimmed and the music changed to a slow dance. Neelam looked for her husband in silent apology but he had been already preempted by a red haired beauty who was shamelessly molding into him! Neelam felt irrationally upset by watching Swaroop dancing with another girl. Everything considered, she had cheated on him, not the other way around and dancing with a stranger was nothing compared to fucking your boss! She let her anger take over. She needed to punish her husband! She pushed her proud breasts forward. They were completely offered to her boss' view by the deep cleavage of her dress and the nature of the dress material itself : a sheer silk that seemed like a second skin on her body. She was beginning to feel as sexy as she must have looked. Shamelessly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbing her breasts hard against his chest, less than ten feet from her husband, with just the protection of the dimmed light. Her boss pulled her tight against his body so his engorged cock was pressed just as firmly against her belly. She felt completely inebriated by the situation : dancing wantonly with her boss who was also her lover in plain view of her husband with his manhood wedged against her pussy. Her head was spinning recklessly as Mister Jenkins steered her in circles. As they danced to the rhythm of the music, her nipples, already engorged, began tingling, sending waves of small climaxes throughout her body. Her belly and cunt muscles were spasming uncontrollably, warming up for future exertions. He placed a hand on the small of her back and the other one straight on her crotch, massaging her cunt through her dress. Throwing caution to the winds, she started to moan discreetly. The lights were dimmed even further by the disk jockey and her boss took advantage of it, silencing her with his mouth. In no time, she found herself thrusting her pelvis hungrily against his groin. She climaxed silently still embraced tightly. Otherwise, she might have collapsed onto the floor, publicly disgracing herself! There was a smoking room at the end of a long corridor. Mister Jenkins led her in that direction, checking every door on the way. The fourth was open and they entered as swiftly as they could. There was a billiard in the center of the room and Neelam thought for a moment she was at the Demeanor school in Scotland. Naina had showed her pictures of her recent visit. In the pub, there had been a rather similar billiard where the girls sent by Mrs Swathri were expected to prove their worth by servicing a hundred guys during a single night before being allowed to get back to the School! Her boss locked the door before turning toward her. To be honest about it, she was as eager as him to shed the clothes that prevented their skins to come in contact. She just wanted to take up where they had left off a few days earlier. She took him by the neck and offered her mouth to him. He kissed her deeply immediately, pushing his tongue into her mouth as if he owned her! He held her in a tight embrace, his open, wet mouth sucking on her lips. He held her head with one hand while the other one was playing naughtily on her breasts and pussy. She was now so hot that She could feel rivulets of girly juices running down from her slit and soaking her stockings. The billiard would be soiled but neither of them cared a damn. Once the door was safely locked, neither of them wasted time. He just took her in his arms and deposited her on the billiard with her legs hanging over the edge. Her wet panties had just been dropped in the corridor and left in a puddle there. Mr Jenkins had bunched her skirt around her waist. He opened his fly and freed his gorgeous cock. She licked her lips and parted her legs to receive him. His magnificent pole was standing tall and proud. His hairy balls hung like those of a bull, between his thighs. Desperate with need, she guided the tip of his beautiful cock into her hungry and quite hot pussy. She felt his tool parting her moist, hot love lips. Then she humped forward violently several times until she was totally impaled onto him. She started rocking her pussy back and forth while slowly swinging her breasts against his face. He lifted her legs up to his shoulders and began slamming himself into her, ramming his cock deeper and deeper into her with every hard thrust. A mighty climax began to build deep in her belly, sending sparks from her pussy to her breasts. She screamed : - Oh, fuck me, Sir, oh my God! Ooohh! harder, HARDER, please, Sir!!! His cock throbbed and spasmed deep inside her! Jets of hot cum splashed against her internal walls making her orgasm on and on! He waited for her to calm down slowly. - I think you are ready now to meet our customers! - At last! I had feared you would never remember you hired me as a commercial agent and keep me for your personal use! - No chance! I just wanted to know whether you had the guts for this rather special job and I think you have! This evening was a final test for you and you passed it with flying colors! - Thank you, Sir! - Let's go to business! We have a French customer coming over on Monday. He has put a claim on our last delivery : we promised that 95% of our electronic devices would pass their rather stringent requirements but, in reality, we were around 92% only. The difference may appear slight but it's sufficient for him not to accept the batch. - What can we do : reduce the price? - I fear we'll have to, in order to save the deal but, it's not the first time this customer has a claim. Usually, he wants to be entertained in a whore house in Germany or Switzerland! It's rather expensive : high class escort girls and room service! Mister Peronelle always wants the company of a very sexy girl! I thought you could entertain him! - What? I should entertain him! You didn't need a commercial assistant but a simple whore and you don't want to pay the normal fee for it! Go to hell! - Tuttt, tutt! Neelam! You wouldn't want Swaroop to be informed of our previous trysts, would you? Neelam froze. Her boss was blatantly blackmailing her, threatening to inform her husband that she had cheated on him! Swaroop was extremely jealous. He would probably sue for divorce! - Don't fear anything! I'll accompany you for your first meeting with customers, to hold your hand while Mister Peronelle fucks you. He has a very nice cock and he knows how to make girls cum on his cock. None ever complained! Neelam felt depressed during the rest of the evening. She stayed on a sofa, declining any offer for a dance. Swaroop asked her even what was wrong, fearing to have caused her anger. She had to tell him he had imagined it! Before they left, Mister Jenkins slid discreetly two five hundred euros bills in her cleavage, just as if she was some hooker or a go go girl! - I want you to buy some new clothes, to impress our client : a new dress, new shoes and some Chantal Thomass underwear : very expensive but slutty! Spend as much as you want but bring me back a receipt for our tax return papers! Neelam froze in shock : her boss was behaving with her just as if she was a whore. She had met recently Debbie Whitaker, a friend of Kira and she had gathered that she was a very active prostitute in Singapore. She was gorgeous, sexy and she had had a very strong effect on Swaroop. He had fucked her, his wife, several times just after they had met her. Neelam couldn't hide to herself that the mere idea of becoming a secret whore aroused her. Every thing considered, it was quite a usual fantasy for western women and with the passing years, she was switching more and more from Indian to western way of life! During the next two days, she devoted all her free time to shopping, buying a sexy red dress with straps crossing in front. The overall appearance really pleased her : her breasts were pushed together, offering a very nice cleavage and allowing the décolletage to plunge VERY deep. It was probably the sluttiest outfit she had ever worn! She just wished the customers would like it! She had also bought a matching set of gold underwear, with black sheer stockings. There was an embroidery on her calves, showing a girl taking off her knickers : it was quite naughty or even perverse and she had loved it, taking several pairs of it! She had had plenty of difficulties finding a bra that would fit her dress, staying hidden until she removed her dress but she had found it! Mr Jenkins had arranged a meeting in some hush hush restaurant in a eighteenth century lodge, out of the town. The maitre d'h helped her out of her coat and opened wide eyes when he discovered her dress. It had a slit up to her mid thigh and her legs appeared up to the lace top of her knickers whenever she made a step forward. Nothing to compare with the sarees she wore at home : she was dressed to kill!!! Mister Jenkins was seated at a table in the back of the restaurant. He stood up when he saw her. There were two guys with him that stood up to welcome her. Her boss presented the oldest as Mister Peronelle. The other man was his English purchase manager, Mister Pembroke. He was black, with his skin like ebony, sturdy like a wrestler but very, very handsome! After her boss had introduced them, they shook hands, very businesslike! Their guests inspected her quite closely from her hair to her toes. Neelam felt as if they were undressing her with their eyes, focusing on her deep cleavage and her juicy bosom! They all seemed really impressed with her figure. Mister Peronelle proposed her to sit between his colleague and himself. An idea danced in her mind, the old adage that promises : when you go black, you never come back! Mister Jenkins had presented her as their hostess : that could mean anything from the manager of the meeting to the escort girl hired for the occasion! They were served a delicious dinner, with expensive wines. They didn't speak about business at all. Mister Peronelle proposed going to the night club, in the basement of the restaurant. He didn't wait for her agreement and placed his arm under hers in a very authoritative gesture, as if her agreement was quite evident and led her downstairs. Mr Jenkins took her bag to their table while Mr Peronelle directed her to the dance floor. He took her arm around his neck while he circled her waist with his right arm. They danced several times before Mister Peronelle offered Mr Pembroke to replace him. Both of them flirted outrageously with her for a long time. They kept her glass filled up with potent drinks. After a long series of rock dances, Peronelle offered her a drink that she gladly took. She drank it in two or three swallows. He was standing in front of her and Mr Pembroke came up behind her. He stood so close that she could feel him against her. Peronelle took her empty glass and set it on a table. Than he put one hand behind her neck and pulled her to him to kiss her. It was a long hard kiss. Only the dimmed light in the booth protected her from the view of the people at the nearby tables. Mr Peronelle told her to stand up. He lifted the hem of her dress and put his hands on her butt, snaking his hands inside her panties. When she stopped trying to protest to no avail, he allowed her to sit down but not on her skirt. Her butt was now directly in contact with the seat. He slid his hands down to massage her pussy without bothering to really hide himself. She was soon on fire. He had his fingers in her twat and he knew pretty well how to make a girl cum! The three men looked one another and nodded like accomplices on some crime. They signaled to the waiter, asking him for a bedroom for the four of them. The waiter watched Neelam with an approving whistle. -A beautiful exotic lass! Congratulations, sirs! Yes we have a few bedrooms with king size beds for our customers who don't want to return to their hostel. Both men started to undress Neelam completely. It didn't take them long to have her dress and undies out of their way. She found herself standing between them wearing nothing but her high heels and a necklace before she had realized it. Peronelle was clearly in charge. He pushed her onto the bed and he fucked her hard for several minutes. She had been lucky that they had taken the time to really arouse her because he went straight into it, ramming his cock into her so hard that she was immediately out of breath. She climaxed immediately and it was a gigantic orgasm, of the kind that only Swaroop provided her during their honeymoon. Peronelle fucked her for about ten minutes, before Pembroke replaced him. He wasn't as hard as Peronelle, but still pretty pleasant to fuck. They took turns with her for half an hour. Neelam really enjoyed it. She lost track of time quite soon. Peronelle stopped for another drink but didn't offer one to Neelam. After he had finished it, they started again. This time, Peronelle put Neelam on her hands and knees and he entered her doggie style. The first time they did her, neither of them spoke at all, but when they started again, they both called her slut, cunt or bitch... Peronelle even added she was now a lowly white slut for big black cocks, condemned now to be fucked by black men only! She thought that she should have buckled and told him what she thought of his macho manners! Neelam shrugged her shoulders. She hadn't cared at the moment. Everything considered, they had been right : she was really a slut for them at the moment and Pembroke was definitely black. While Peronelle was doing her from behind, Pembroke had her give him head. They swapped places a couple of times. Neelam on the first exchange felt an unusual taste : she was licking her own love juices. She had never tasted herself before consciously. Peronelle had a tube of KY jelly or some kind of lubricant and he put some in her ass hole. Neelam knew at that moment that nothing would be spared to her that night! He used his fingers at first to push it into her and then he shoved his cock in her ass hole, all the way into her. She nearly choked on Pembroke's dick when Peronelle entered her ass. They didn't hold back from ejaculating inside her then. They both came several times. They took turns fucking her nice butt and then they sandwiched shamelessly her, Peronelle in her butt and Pembroke in her pussy! If she had been given the choice, she would have cleaned them off first, but she didn't have any say in the matter. After some time, they were trying to catch their breath when Neelam remembered why she was there. - Mister Peronelle, do we consider your claim to be settled? - Not so fast, girl! I'll fuck you just once more and I'll sign the waiver! She raised her legs, spreading her pussy with her fingers and parting lewdly her thighs. She told him to shove his cock into her pussy. It was just out of her ass hole but she didn't care! They both fucked her and came inside her. After they left, she got under the shower. She invited Mister Jenkins in the shower with her. God, he was sporting a huge boner! She hasn't had that many cocks to play with, but he fell in a higher category than Swaroop! It filled every nook and cranny of her pussy to capacity to her utter satisfaction. After that, he brought her back home. There, she showered again to prepare for her husband Swaroop's return. On the next morning, Mister Jenkins commented about her performance on the previous evening - Congratulations! You did pretty well yesterday! Did you enjoy it? She thought about a proper answer for a few moments. - Not right at the beginning, but it got better when they got into rhythm. They sandwiched me and then fucked me once each then took me again together and so on. They found it funny to call me some nasty names when I got aroused and wet. We all ended lying on the bed after two hours of continuous fucking. I was really fucked out. When you proposed to let me rest, Peronelle just laughed and proposed to his colleague to sign up for the large order you just mentioned. You agreed but they told you to leave them alone with me for a couple of hours more. When he closed the door behind you, they double teamed me in every conceivable position. I think they tried a couple of things I never read in the Kama Sutra! - They seemed they really liked your pussy! - It was true for Peronelle but Pembroke seemed to be more interested by my butt! - Nonetheless, they withdrew their complaints and placed a really large order! You outperformed what I would have expected! I'll give you a company credit card for all your expenses and you'll have a nice bonus on your next month pay! - Thank you, Sir! You seem to have a problem! How can I help you? - I have a throbbing boner, that's why I desperately try to find some release. Do you still think you may help me? - Pembroke said that I give good head! Would that suit you? She was like a nervous school girl getting ready for her first fuck. Mister Jenkins tried to calm her down. Without a word, Neelam undressed quietly and, kneeling on the floor, leaned over and took his cock into her mouth. He turned sideways and leant above her figure. He placed his hand on her head and pushed gently down indicating that she should continue. Meanwhile, he stuck his finger up Neelam's cunt. At his first touch, she froze immediately. To his surprise, she resumed her sucking of his cock, working even harder on his cock, taking him deep into her throat while pushing back onto the probing finger. When she got sufficiently loosened up, he thrust two then three fingers up her cunt. She was grunting helplessly as she thrust back onto them. She came twice, very hard, spitting away his cock to scream in bliss. - Fuck me, Sir! I need your cock, just fuck me on! Long and hard, please! He removed his fingers from her slit, turned her around and grabbed her hips. Her pussy was level with his cock. He pushed forward burying his cock into her quite willing cunt. - Oh my god yes, Sir, oh yes! Fuck me like that! Your cock... it's so big! He plunged repeatedly into her cunt. She was crying and whimpering with pleasure as he pounded her hole. When he felt, he was about to cum, he pulled out swiftly, made her turn around once again, grabbed her head and forced her mouth back onto his cock. It was just in time : the pressure of her lips around his cock just pushed him over the edge. She clamped her lips around his shaft and sucked every drop out of him. It was incredibly pleasurable, a pure bliss. As he was filling her mouth, he leant over her and grabbed her dangling tits. He started mauling them with his hands and pulling on the nipples. He was ramming continuously his cock into her, making her cum whenever he decided so. Soon he too started to blubber that he was about to cum. - Oh great, cunt! I feel my sperm boiling in my balls! Here it comes. A Very Demanding Job Ch. 02 He seemed to cum gallons and Neelam came yet again as her boss emptied into her. He drove her back home. She was playing with her cum soaked pussy with one hand and his cock with the other. It had gone hard as soon as she had freed his cock from the confines of his pants. Swaroop had a university meeting that evening. He wasn't due before two hours. She invited her boss for a drink. They just made it through the front door before she pulled him onto her. - This little road trip has made me really horny! I need a good fuck! Mister Jenkins entered her sloppy cunt again : he was very resilient, indeed! He ploughed away, impervious to her whimpering and moaning. She came so hard that she fainted. He carried her in her bed, wiped her pussy clean of all traces of their mating and left discreetly. Fortunately, she was young and recovered quickly as Swaroop was in amorous mood when he came back. - Hello, darling! How was your dinner with your customers? - Very successful! I obtained the withdrawal of their complaint and another big order for the company! My boss was quite pleased with it. He promised me a good bonus on my pay! - Congratulations! You scored high as a student but I'm sure you'll thrive in your business! May I tell you that you look so pretty, sleeping quietly in our bed! I got instantly a terrible hard on. Would you mind if I tried to relieve myself? - It's late, dear ; so just once, if you want but don't play around : just get straight into it! Do you prefer my mouth or my cunt? - If I'm given the choice, your cunt will suit me better. I'll lie on the bed and let you straddle me... - God! You're getting lazy nowadays. I should give you more exercise, luv! - Whenever you want, darling! The next week was more quiet with Mister Jenkins just fucking her once in the morning when she came to salute him and once in the afternoon around 5PM when she served him coffee. Her sexual enslavement was then just routine. She put on her knickers in the morning at home, took them off as soon as she was in her car, hiding them under her seat to arrive at office just as her boss had requested it. Just thinking that she was totally naked under her dress was sufficient to make her perpetually horny. She couldn't wait for Mister Jenkins to snake his hand under her skirt and insert a finger into her dripping wet cunt! He had even decided that her pussy had to be permanently depilated. Laser treatment had been quite effective if somewhat painful. There was just now a thin stubble on her pussy and every week, Mister Jenkins told her to call for another session. On the last one, he had informed her that she was to receive a group of commercial people from a US company. They were complaining about the lateness of their last order and her mission was just to convince them to withdraw their complaint. Mister Jenkins wouldn't accompany her, this time. A chauffeur took Neelam to the Best Western Hotel. Mr Jenkins had written on a slip of paper, just the room number where she was expected. She felt really as a a call girl visiting a client in a hush hush hotel. Her indecent outfit made her so slutty as she walked through the lobby to the elevators. An elderly person seemed to understand what she was there for : a whore on her way to service a client. But it may be the fruit of her imagination! In reality, she probably didn't think a damn about her. Mister Jenkins had told her several times that she never should dress or act like a whore in public. He had told her that she could go anywhere if she looked like a proper lady! She had followed his instructions to the letter : she was dressed rather conservatively on the outside, with a very elegant white coat. Under her dress, it was totally different with a deep blue bustier that exhibited her glorious breasts and a slit along her side that went up to about her waist. She looked like a true slut and her complete lack of undies added just another cherry to the cake! She arrived in front of the door she was looking for and knocked. The door opened and a white man appeared with a beaming smile. He was large, with bulging muscles on his neck and chest. She immediately thought of a big horse stallion that was ready to service a mare. He was waiting for a girl, a hole to be plugged and nothing else. She wondered whether he hated women but he apparently used girls like a Kleenex, just to fill a need and, immediately after, threw them away without even thinking of them again. Nothing he did after that changed that first impression. -Strip, slut! Neelam wasn't accustomed to be treated that harshly! She didn't obey sufficiently fast as the man slapped her viciously on the cheeks. - I told you to strip, cunt! Unless you want me to rip your clothes from your body but then you'll have to leave the hotel naked! I don't care at all! Neelam had never even thought of being ordered around like that, just like some piece of meat. She quickly removed her dress and her bra, keeping just her suspenders, her stockings and her shoes. The man had told her with a harsh commanding tone to keep them to look more sluttish! He turned around her, cupped her breasts from behind, pinching harshly her nipples until her eyes filled up with tears. He jerked her toward him when she began whimpering in pain. She turned her head to protest against his brutal treatment of her so sensitive teats and he kissed her hard on the mouth. He made her turn around, leaving one of her breasts free and roughly parted her legs. He shoved a finger into her pussy with the same lack of consideration. Neelam was surprised his manhandling wasn't really painful. She realized that his gross behavior had transformed her cunt from mildly wet in anticipation of some pleasurable encounter to shamefully soaking wet in preparation to a real rape! Mr Jenkins seemed to have succeeded into transforming her into a slut for sex crazy beasts. He pushed two fingers then three into her twat and they entered her without difficulty. She was totally open to them. Neelam lowered her eyes and watched her reflection in a mirror : her cunt was gaping open, ready to admit the biggest intruder she could imagine. She was almost certain that her husband Swaroop could enter her at that moment without feeling any friction... He didn't need to order her on her knees to service him. Her cunt was itching, impatiently waiting to be filled by some big intruder and she was ready to give it the most cheerful welcome it could expect. She undid his belt, opened his fly and pulled his pants down. His cock was huge, meaty and very erect. She didn't need to suck it for a long time before it became as hard as stone. He threw his head backward and let her suck him for a long time. Neelam didn't realize it was coming but suddenly, his hands grabbed her hair to prevent her from withdrawing and he shot off in her mouth. She had no option but swallow is spunk or get drowned in it. Most men get soft after such an intense ejaculation but his hardness was just slightly reduced for a few minutes. He forced her to continue sucking her. Her jaw muscles were beginning to feel sore when he suddenly pulled completely out, picked her up and threw her on the bed without ceremony. He jumped on her, skewered her brutally in missionary position and fucked her without the least interest for her own pleasure. He was really a beast and she hated him! He could have fucked some inflatable doll and that was certainly what she was for him! Her only interest was that she was able to obey some orders! When he had regained his senses, he drew her down on the carpet and stretched on the bed at the place she occupied a few minutes before. His cock was already standing in a vertical position. He ordered her to straddle him. She abided and he helped her by placing his hands around her waist. She thought he had some humane behavior at last but she was wrong. He suddenly rammed his cock into her tender pussy, ravaging it mercilessly. He then gently eased her up before pulling her down on him with the same rage. She had never been fucked that rough. This time, he didn't cum in her pussy but used her abundant love juices to enter her back passage. After just a couple of back and forth movements, he lifted her out and made her suck his slimy cock until she had cleaned his cock to his satisfaction. He left with not even a word to thank her for her performance. Neelam took a long hot shower to retrieve her senses and clean herself thoroughly. She felt really soiled by this coupling. She would have liked to get home and sleep at last but her clothes were still in Mr Jenkins' apartment and she had to return there before anything! He was waiting for her, watching a porn film. She realized the girl on the screen was herself! Somehow, her boss had hidden somewhere a camera that had videoed everything. He had rearranged the video in a film. All the male faces were blurred and the only face that could be recognized was her own's. God! If Swaroop ever saw that film, her marriage wouldn't survive a single day!!! And Naina would never even speak to her! Of course, Mr Jenkins was wildly excited by his long wait and the film he had been watching! He wanted absolutely to fuck her stupid. She protested arguing she was sore but he didn't even bother to answer. He started to play with her tits and tried to suck the whole tit into his mouth. He just undid the knot to his waist and let it drop to the floor. He appeared stark naked. His cock stuck out in front of him like a club. He guided her into position directly in front of his swinging cock. She went to work on his cock like a real whore, licking and whimpering as she got as much of him in her mouth as she good. Meanwhile Mr Jenkins was playing with her dangling tits. Mr Jenkins lay on his bed on his back and made her turn around until her cunt was just above his mouth. He forced her down. She was instantly in heaven as he licked her nether lips and clit. She moaned and was soon in the throes of a massive orgasm. Grabbing her hips, he guided her along his massive chest until she was perched over his cock. She could see his rigid pole waiting to impale her between her legs. Mr Jenkins had already fucked her several times but he looked bigger than usual. She was afraid of being ripped open but she felt it was her duty to accommodate her boss' cock in her not so tight any more pussy. She wondered whether Swaroop would find out but her present problem was to service Mr Jenkins! She proudly started the slow decent onto her boss' cock. He looked her down as inch by inch of his cock disappeared into her. Her long hair was matted by sweat and clung to her forehead. Her boss had trained her quite well. From time to time, she paused, rose up until only the tip of his cock remained in her pussy and then lowered herself down again on it. Mr Jenkins was playing with her swollen nipples as she tried to offer him ultimate pleasure, totally immersing herself in her job! He reached to her clit and started to finger her sensitive bud as she continued her slow descent. She cummed repeatedly in the process but she didn't stop her moves. Her love juices certainly helped this primeval impalement. She emitted a powerful of total triumph when her cunt landed at last on his pubic hair. Neelam proudly smiled up at him. Then she started to ride him as she had done since their first coupling, bouncing up and down on his big cock while screaming aloud her pleasure. She was soon riding him so wildly that her tits were bouncing around in perfect circles. She soon came again, enjoying an Earth shattering orgasm that left her limp and lying across Mr Jenkins' massive chest. Her lover left her some time to recover. When she opened her eyes at last, he mightily humped upward, lifting her by ten or fifteen inches before letting her fall down, dancing on his pole... Each time, Mr Jenkins' cock was pushed deeper into her. Neelam started to moan loudly. Their wild movements made her soon dismount completely. When she fell down on him, his cock wedged itself deep into her ass hole. It had never received such impressive visitors but the speed and the natural lubrication made it penetrate really deep : the whole knob and a good third of the shaft. She blubbered and frantically tried to lift her body up. Mr Jenkins didn't allow her to escape he grabbed her by the hips and with a sadistic grin, pulled down with all his strength. She screamed in pain but that didn't stop him to continue his savage shove. She denied Swaroop any sex but in her mouth for two weeks, complaining of an infection she ascribed to his lack of hygiene when he had fucked her. When the soreness had disappeared, she discovered that Mr Jenkins' big cock had stretched her out so much that she hardly felt him when he fucked her cunt. She made a great fuss of allowing him into her back passage. Swaroop felt transfixed by this gesture of love. He didn't realize that he entered her without special difficulties with no lubrication but that was the first time he ass fucked a girl! She was glad that she had a good control of her anal sphincter : at least there, Swaroop would never have an inkling that other men now fucked her regularly, many other men!