0 comments/ 63977 views/ 5 favorites My Caring Sec(X)retary Ch. 01-02 By: csn61 Part 1 I ran a large Engineering consultancy organization in my hometown in India and about two years back I recruited a Mrs. Sarita as my personal secretary. She was widowed about 3 years and had to support two small kids. She was about 32 years old and as South Indian ladies come, She was about 5'-9"tall with a dark complexion and a little on fleshy side like many married ladies of her age tend to be. She had good spoken English and was amiable and courteous in behaviour, besides being very efficient and took a lot of care to see that my schedules and days remained as organized as possible. I had helped her set up a respectable home in suburbs, paying for advances and rents for the first few months myself and, also being philanthropic in nature, had taken up her children's education expenses upon myself. I also used to help her out with routine daily needs and other household chores. She was ever so grateful for all these gestures and it made me happy too that my money was of service to a needy person. My wife and I had no children and that was the reason my wife encouraged and supported me in all my gestures to Sarita and her children. At the same time the two ladies took instant liking to each other and were very close to one another. This mutual goodwill, no doubt, fostered our bond in the office. She remained very loyal to me as an excellent secretary and a very dear soul, till a car accident changed the complexion of our relations and introduced us to some mutually delightful sexual experiences. My wife, Amita and I were having a little get-together on the fateful day at Sarita's home with some business friends. The atmosphere became boisterous with a lot of jokes being exchanged and I had drunk perhaps a little more than my normal quota by the end of the night. After the party, while I was driving home, it was drizzling steadily and the road was slippery. My car met with a terrible head on accident with an oncoming van. My wife and I were hospitalised that night with serious injuries. We stayed for about a week in the hospital. The Orthopaedic doctor felt that my wife's back injury needed specialist treatment and had to be sent away to New Delhi for 3 months, while I have to take full rest and walk on crutches till my leg healed. I stayed back as I had three projects going on and I felt with Sarita's help I could keep the office going. My wife tearfully bade me farewell on the day of departure and had to leave with her elder brother as an escort to New Delhi. She told Sarita and I, "I will be back soon, Darling. But please do not strain yourself and take care. Sarita, you need to help him recover" Sarita patted her on the shoulders and smiled in her self-assuring way which had endeared her to us. "Amita, Not to worry. You take good care. Don't worry about him at all. I won't allow him to strain a muscle." As providence would have it, she made me strain one particular 'muscle' very well indeed to mutual satisfaction and pleasure in the months that followed It was during this crucial time that Sarita offered to stand in for nursing me back to health at her own residence as she took me to her residence, despite my polite protests. I was grateful for this offer as I needed someone with me, Amita and I had hardly been away from each other fort long. In my handicapped condition, where I had to limp on crutches or on wheel chair, I surely needed Sarita. I was attending all work brought in by Sarita in bed and it was a slow road to recovery. After a week, I was feeling rested and more or less OK except for the plaster on my leg, because of which I had to walk around in crutches. Often, Sarita would help me get up and lend a shoulder while I gained balance. At these times, I had some thrilling brushes with her soft, but heavy breasts and healthily rounded ass. It no doubt gave me instantaneous and pleasurable erections, which tried desperately to hide so as not to embarrass her. Both of us pretended to have not noticed anything amiss in such close encounters. There was a kind of strange but volatile sexual tension building up between us under the surface of normalcy. I wondered how long I could carry on this charade and what happens when my mask slipped. I was sure she had noticed my raging hard-ons while she bathed me as I could not but help but respond to the tantalizing sight of her clad in sheer undergarments tucked up between legs so as not to get wet, but it did everything to reveal her shapely rounded thighs. Some days I could have sworn if I had peeped I could have seen her pussy, as Sarita did not prefer to wear panties under her petticoat. Two undergarments are two too many in tropical summer of India. Her humongous jiggling mammary clad in sheer bra would sometimes shake heavily making my mouth water close to my face as she bathed my head and neck. Sometimes she would wear a bathrobe and nothing else underneath and her swollen tit globes unconfined in a bathrobe, capped with their dark nipples jiggled temptingly as she soaped my body standing close to me in the bathroom. A couple of times I splashed some water on her chest playfully keeping an innocent face, and I could have sworn that she had two luscious grape-sized nipples come erect at those times. All these delightful bathroom interludes no doubt tormented my libido long after, and I was burning up inside with unquenched lust. Especially in my wife's absence, the physical immobility and staying home all the time in bed and having my attractive and voluptuous secretary around me had also no doubt contributed to my increased sexual needs. Like an Idle brain being a devil's workshop, an idle cock is a certain devil too!! One fine day I woke up very late having seen a late night X-rated movie alone in my room where Sarita had thoughtfully installed both TV and VCR. The images of interracial couples and groupies kept flashing in my mind in the morning after waking and my cock was fully erect twitching unbearably for release. When I limped on my crutches to the bathroom to have a wash, I found the door ajar; and when I peeped in, I was held breathless to a splendorous view of a fully naked Sarita bathing in the shower stall. The door lock of this bathroom was not OK from sometime and we had found no time to get it fixed. That became a blessing in disguise for me that day. I was excited to see my well-endowed secretary in her naked glory for the first time. My cock reacted instantly by springing to attention that very minute as I gaped with a pleasant shock, leaning on my crutches, my painful leg in cast forgotten temporarily. Her back was to the door, so she did not see me in the doorway right away. She turned sidewise, her eyes still closed against the spraying water from the shower rose and presented with a delightful spectacle of her honey coloured curvaceous sumptuous female form. She was no slim, skinny teenager. She was a proper 32-year-old well built, delightfully curved woman abundantly endowed in all departments. While her dark skin was shining like ebony, her wet gloriously rounded body was shimmering with cascading water, her bountiful juicy 38" rounded boobs, soft wide slightly rounded stomach with beautiful stretch-marks, the symbols of motherhood she had been blessed twice with, and a wide flaring posterior with ripe melon like buttocks presented a galaxy of sensational curves with rivulets of shower water running over it. Rivulets of shower water cascaded over the curves of her splendorous body kissing and caressing each delicious spot before sadly leaving her body to fall down to the floor below. I could imagine myself as one such drop of water and enjoy the same privilege and envied that drop of water. Hmmmmmm! A mop of wet curly pubic hair covered her biggish pubis and even as I was standing, she lifted one healthy leg to allow her soapy hand to caress soft wet inviting folds of her pussy. Her wide flaring ass globes parted teasingly to show the deep furrow and the nether land sweetly hidden therein. My breath came in rasps and my heart thundered in my chest and my blood rushed to my already aching manhood. I stood transfixed, my mouth dry and suddenly she turned. When she turned her eyes opened WIDE! Sarita realized with an embarrassed shock that I had seen her naked in bath! She covered her groins in a reflex with one hand even as her one shining thigh crossed over the other in a well-known gesture of feminine modesty, preventing further exposure of her privates. Sarita silently implored me to leave the place with her eyes, crinkling them and nodding her head to drive home the meaning. Her eyes spoke very well at that time. Her breasts did a beautiful jiggle right then, water droplets falling off those rock-hard dark nipples. I limped back on crutches with my heart thumping and collapsed on the rocking chair in the living room with my heart thumping and feeling thoroughly ashamed of myself. I was red in the face and dreaded the consequences. Sarita, I knew, was a no-nonsense woman, and a honourable widow of fine character and would not spare me for this brazen behaviour. Soon she came out of bath wrapping her wet body with a thin long cotton towel that that barely covered her essentials and walked straight to me. I realized that my cock had lost all interest in the proceedings and had shrunk to an unbelievably small size by now. She came near me and stood with a foxy smile on her face. I tried to salvage my damaged dignity by apologizing, but all that I managed was a incomprehensible mutter-splutter which ran, "Ummm I ..oh...that...You know....," as my face turned beet red. Sarita stood with a surprisingly calm face and sported an endearing smile at my growing embarrassment. There was a deafening silence for a few seconds and I was afraid that my heartbeats could be heard outside. "Boss," She addressed me as she always did. "You saw me naked today in there. Did you like what you saw?" "Yes. Why, No.... I didn't know you were in there....," I spluttered still unsure of what she had in mind. "After you saw I was in there, you did not exactly rush back now, did you?," she drawled, arching her eyebrows menacingly. I was dead now. " No, Sarita...But I was trying to go back, then..." She cut me off brusquely, "This is not on. I can report this to your wife that you were ogling at me in bath...Then what happens? Hmmmm?" I was aghast. I nearly screamed, " Hey Sarita.... Look, let us not drag her into this innocent thing. We can resolve this together, I mean between us," I was pleading. She slowly dropped one end of her towel from below her armpits and let that slip down carelessly over the tops of her heavy breasts. She started adjusting the other end as if she had difficulty in holding it together and threw her head back, her streaming wet hair flying across her face and away to the back and her wet well rounded ebony thighs shivered, those supple muscles rippling too, as a whiff of cold air wafted across the room. I gulped. "Resolving together to mutual satisfaction is exactly what I have in mind, my dear boss," She said in an over sweet voice that made me sit up straight. I gaped. " Now what do you mean?," I demanded uncomprehendingly. Sari said "Yes, dear Boss! I mean what you think I am implying! I have always wanted you, but had never found enough courage to express it, though." So! My unexpected peeping-tom act had finally managed to break ice and Sarita had come to terms with her emotions. Was that what she meant? She continued to hold my face in both hands cupping them lovingly, looked into my eyes while she spoke softly. My Secretary whispered conspiratorially, "Boss...I had always fantasized about being with you. You are such a handsome man...Besides, what haven't you done for my kids and me after I was widowed. You did all this so selflessly, you kind-hearted sweetheart. Never have you made a pass at me. I had had a difficult marriage and my husband was very difficult to live with. "He earned little, came home drunk and beat me up almost daily. He died of Liver Cirrhosis finally," she sighed wiping a stray tear as memories came flooding back to her. At this point she straightened up, tied her hair in knot and let her towel completely slip off her chest in the process. I was treated to the wonderful sight of two plump breast globes sitting proudly six inches from my hot face, crested with rock hard erect nipples and surrounding half dollar wide goose pimple covered areolas. My hands were aching to touch her, I did not care what ever happened next. I drew her impulsively near me with both my hands on her soft waist and she carefully stepped in between my spread legs as I was sitting on the chair, taking care to avoid the plastered injured one. Her slightly rounded smooth stomach as well as plump healthy milky tit globes were at my head level and she smelled of a beautiful soap fragrance that she had just used. It was so heady for me to watch her and as I did my hands slowly palming the rounded butt over her wet towel. She continued softly, "I had lost all my self-dignity and even faith in humanity till I met you. I was a battered and shattered woman. And I had two children to bring up. You have been such a gentleman. You gave me this home, took care of my earlier loans, my children's' school fees...oh so many things... but you have never taken advantage of me although having done so much, one in your position would have expected a natural payback on those terms. You never asked nor suggested, not once. "My emotional bank balance is full of your deposits over last two years. I really wanted to show you how grateful I was, but you never gave me such a chance in the office. "I was so envious of the your wife that she alone enjoyed the privilege of sharing life with a darling like you. No, not any more... She is not here and you are with me...under my care! "I have got my chance to show my gratitude now and you just have to sit back and enjoy my hospitality" PART 2 Thus saying, Sarita slowly leaned down and kissed me full on my lips without the slightest hesitation... It was a slow, wet sloppy kiss ending with a 'plop' as our lips disengaged and that sent my blood pressure soaring. Now, as I gasped and looked at Sarita with blank uncomprehending eyes my emotions of surprise, passion, confusion flooded me simultaneously. I hugged her impulsively and felt her soft cushiony tits mashed on my chest. At that very minute, my cock sprang to life again relieved that the action was indeed going to be there, at last. My hands reached out to hold on to her big ass globes, finding them cool and wet with bath water, and my fingers trailed over those lovely curves toward the sweet junction of her womanhood. We were soon gasping as we nuzzled and cuddled our passion hot bodies against each other as I blurted out, ""Sari, I want you now!!" She gave my rampant cock a squeeze from over the bathrobe first, slowly slipping inside the folds to find the inflamed manhood. She kissed me on the lips again and said meaningfully, looking directly in my eyes, "Yes, Boss! I can't pretend any longer, either. We have waited long enough. My kind boss's dear cock should pound my wet pussy today to pulp till I scream the roof off!!!" I was inflamed with passion at her unbridled lusty provocative words and my hands were everywhere caressing all those soft zones in her body and we were gasping with excitement soon. I knew, knowing her as well as I did, even as she spoke that she meant each and every word .It still did not register fully in me as I blabbered, "Are... Are you...sure, I mean it's not that...." "I want you, my boss...Don't worry, If there is going to be a baby, so be it... Its the wrong time of the month for me anyway" I shifted my one leg in cast painfully and asked," But, Sari, I am handicapped now with this leg in cast! How can I manage to make love now?" "Don't worry, my darling Boss," she said lovingly hands cupping my face and her tongue out licking me on the lips , searing me there., "Have trust in me, as always. I always fix things for you, remember? I got a plan" She said in a mysterious way and winked. Listening to all this and her towel clad bath-fresh body tied below her hanging tits close to me and the anticipation of what she was going to do next made my cock spring up and down inside my bathrobe in unbridled excitement.. My hands held the big soft cheeks of her ass apart and my fingers slowly roamed on the outer soaking labia of her fairly large pussy covered with curly black down.. To which she gasped. "MMMMMMMMMMMM...OHHH Boss! My sweet darling Let Your caring secretary relieve you of all pains and give only pleasure you today, Come honey!!...At last, today..."she mumbled on with her eyes partially closed, lost in her own wonderful world, as her inhibitions slowly melted and after years of forced celibacy after becoming a widow, hidden passions were in full bloom today. She bent down to open my bathrobe and this allowed me to see her really ripe womanly breasts, which sagged just a little .I buried my eager face in those black skinned milky melons enjoying the soft cool yielding flesh against my cheeks. My mid finger eased a little inside the juicy folds and buried up to the first knuckle in the soft moist cave therein. Which made her gasp like, "AWWWWW...ooooooooohh...UNGHHHHHHHHHHHH," and she almost pulled my bathrobe away recklessly even as I raised my waist and hips facilitating the same. The robe managed to fall only in a heap over the injured leg in cast. Sarita's eyes now found my inflamed eager torch of passion bobbing eagerly in her face. I removed the mid finger from her soft wet pussy cave and held it to my nose to smell the maddening aroma of a wet cunt of a woman in heat. Its fragrance smelled heady and heavenly, and my mouth licked the finger clean, slurping in unbridled passion. Seeing this rousing spectacle in front of her own eyes, made Sarita so wanton that she held my majestic pink tipped 9 inch cock in her soft black hands, "Oh, this beauty is mine from today, not just Amita's...Your sweet love-sword.... Stab me in the pussy with it and but its effect goes up all the way to my heart" She concluded wistfully as my enraged cock throbbed in her soft palm and my fingers explored the depths of her now leaking wet pussy and her rosebud like hidden clit bud. She mewled like a teenage girl on the verge of losing virginity. The smell of my pre-cum and her own juices filled the air and made for a heady giddy mix. "Today, I won't let this payback of gratitude slip away from my hands..." She said with an air of finality that made me choke back any argument to the contrary, if at all. With this she buried her head in my lap and soft wet hot mouth enveloped my fevered manhood in a swoosh. I could not hold back my own gasp of unexpected bliss as I sang out "AHHHHHHH...wow...you sweetie"! She gave me head, like I had never endured before. I was in seventh heaven in two minutes flat after she started slurping my upstanding prick in the warm cosy cavity of her mouth, twirling the tongue over the sensitive head again and again licking the orifice at the tip and I threw my head back and moaned with rising passion and approval. Her palm softly cupped and rolled my nuts around in the sac of my scrotum and she raked my sensitive knurled skin there with her fingernails sending electric sensations running up and down my spine to nerve centre. I wrenched her up, so her juicy pubic mound was right in front of my face. I nuzzled my face and nose against the wet valley and scraped my teeth against the outer walls of her pussy as she began to sigh and grind her mound into my face, instinctively. My Caring Sec(X)retary Ch. 01-02 I dropped them to the floor, and then I continued to nuzzle her pussy and nip at her with my teeth. Sarita climbed on the desk in front of my chair (That served as my home office temporarily during this period) and spread her legs wide, giving me total access to the length and widths of her womanly cunt, which had not seen any passionate intervention after her husband, had died. The pussy noticeably wet and glowing and her folds looked soft and delicious at this distance. As I brought by tongue up across her outer lips, Sarita put her long smooth legs over my shoulders, putting her heels on my back and pulled me toward her. I again licked lightly over her pussy as it began to open up like a blossoming flower in spring. I then licked harder, my tongue going between her outer lips, tasting her nectar and ending up on her hardening clit. I licked circles around her clit as Sarita began to moan uncontrollably with heightened passion. Then I moved down and stuck my tongue into her pussy as deep as it would go, flicking her hard nub of clitoris in and out and up and down, all the time tasting her sweet juices on my roving tongue. Sarita was pulling me to her with her legs and grinding her pussy into my face. I was driving my tongue in and out of her wet glorious cunt as she bobbed her rounded dark skinned hips up and down, then I moved down and began to rim her dark puckered ass hole. As I flicked my tongue around her tight bum hole, I could feel it begin to relax and my tongue was able to enter a little way. I moved back to her dripping pussy, sticking my tongue in as deep as it would go, swallowing the love juices running from her cunt, then sucking on her clit, then tongue-fucking her some more, then sucking her clit. As I sucked her clit, I would flick little circles on it with my tongue. All this was something I had done normally to my wife, but it was obvious that Sarita was going through her pussy eaten passionately for the first time despite her 10+ years long matrimony. I thanked that unknown gentleman heartily in my mind for of having left his luscious wife as a fabulous legacy. Man! Was I glad to be handicapped and be in Sarita's safe hands! Talking of hands, her normally safe and careful hands were now acting with uncontrolled abandon pulling me by the hair on my head towards her wet cavern to continue the pleasurable ministrations I was bestowing. Sarita was now really grinding her pussy into my face and making more noise, moaning, groaning and yelping, telling me to lick and suck and eat her. I was hard again by this time, tasting Sarita's cunt and listening to the sounds she was making. I kept on licking and sucking her pussy as she grabbed me by the hair, pulling my face into her soaking pussy. I moved down and licked her ass hole a little more and it was puckering tight then relaxed now, then tight again. I moved back to her pussy and put my tongue in deep, at the same time sucking her clit moving my head up and down. Sarita was constantly moaning now. I moved my tongue up to her clit again and I knew she was going to come. Sarita was holding me like a vice, grinding her pussy into my face. As I continued to lick her clit her I could feel her legs tense and she was saying "Oh yess, Oh yess, My sweet Boss, come on honey, come on honey... I'm going to come, I'm going to come, I'M GOING TO COME!!!, "OOOOOH, OOOOOH YES, YES, I'M COMMMINGGG UNGGGHH, YES!!!, "AAAhhhhaaa,YESSS, I'M COMING!!!" Sarita's pussy opened wide and drenched my mouth and face with her delicious juicy come. As she came I lapped up all I could and she kept grinding my face against my mouth. I kept licking but soon Sarita pushed me away saying "No, No...... its too much, its too much." Sarita looked at my cock sticking eight inches straight up and with a glowing smile, slid off the desk, stepped over to me and slowly lowered herself onto my swollen cock. Such that my leg in cast was laying on the adjoining couch and was safely away from the scene of action. Her pussy was still dripping and I slid in easily up into her eager canal, filling her with my thick length. Her womanhood, eager and fresh feelings of the latest pussy-licking it had enjoyed, wrapped around my shaft like a glove as she put her arms around my neck, leaned her head back and gave a deep sigh saying "OOOOHHH, God this is perfect!" Then she rotated her hips and moved farther down onto my penis. My hungry mouth was now being crushed with her proud womanly boobs, black and cushiony globes that they were tipped with dark and hard nipples. I could feel her pussy begin to grip my cock. Gently at first, making my cock twitch in response. It was so subtle, it felt so wonderful. Her pussy would contract around my cock causing it to throb, the throb then making her pussy contract again, only this time more insistently. This went on for about five minutes as I continued to kiss and devour her soft and succulent boob flesh. The twin globes that had proudly breast-fed her children looked capable quenching my hunger and thirst too. Such was the intensity of my desires, queer as it may sound to you!! Soon, Sarita was gently rocking on my cock and I was leaning back in the chair, moving my hips to the slow rhythm. Her pussy juices ran down our hot junction down over our pubic mounds drenching the hairs to trickle down on the seat cushions below. I twisted her lovely long black nipples in between my fingers and alternatively sucked and chewed them, and she arched back putting her hands behind her on my knees, above my cast grinding her pussy onto my cock. As I sucked her breast, I reached around and squeezed her firm but sweaty ass, pulling her onto me even more. I leaned back again, arching my hips to drive deeper into Sarita's sucking cunt. Sarita bore down with her pussy, grinding it onto my cock, taking every inch into her. Our pace began to quicken. Sarita was raising her hips higher, taking longer strokes of my cock; I was in awe as I watched her riding me, watching my big cock split her pussy and vanish fully inside her juicy cavern making it wet, stroking it generating tingling pleasurable sensations which were now coming in waves in our straining bodies. Sarita now had her feet on the floor straddling me as I leaned back in the office chair and let my dutiful secretary attend to the job on hand! I carefully shifted the bad leg in cast and gasped as my leg now felt painful in its constriction. Despite her overwhelming desires, Sarita had the presence to ask me, in between heaving up and down, "Darling Boss...Is it hurting? Should I slow down...Tell me, please!" Though my answer to that query would have been, " No! Don't slow down! Let this damned leg break and we can start from the beginning all over again!" all I managed was, "No Sari, My sweetie!! Don't stop! I am fine. I feel like in heaven. " Like hell I was, with my whole body aching for release as my enraged and denied-for-long manhood plumbed my dutiful and sumptuous secretary's hidden depths. She was riding my cock with long strokes now, fucking down with her juicy leaking pussy, taking my entire length inside her, then raising up, letting six or seven inches slide out then coming back down onto me. I was matching her stroke for stroke, in spite of my handicap, driving my eager prick as deep as it would go. Our lovemaking was, by now, getting quite vigorous and Sarita's pussy was slurping, glistening as my cock pistoned in and out. Her discharge was flowing freely out of her superheated interiors now, bathing my cock and balls, and making a small puddle on the chair fabric below my straining hips. A wet slapping sound like "Plop" or "Puchakk" would emanate from the hot junction of genitals as my cock almost slipped out of her leaky pussy when she rose and plunged up into her womb again on the downward motion. My hands cupped her straining buttocks in the seesaw of this cycle and I could feel her soft muscles strain every sinew therein to eagerly couple with me. The chair, with rocking motion provided, was moving deliciously up and down, forwards and backwards with our movement. Sarita kept stroking and fucking my cock with her glorious healthy pussy, which had been denied these exquisite natural pleasures after being widowed and was now trying to make up eagerly for the lost time.. I watched as my thick member was engulfed time and again in her warm and soft pussy cave. She would change the rhythm, from fast and frantic to long and slow then back again. She would sometimes suddenly stop and look into my eyes and ask "Boss,I am trying to make you happy!! Tell me if anything hurts, I will stop!!" Or " I don't know what came over me today. I am not exploiting your condition, am I? ." I would laugh away her doubts and say, "Yes, You are! And Boy! Am I happy you are exploiting me...At last! Come to think of it, am I exploiting you any less?" and would squeeze her marvellous soft tits and shove a little extra harder up into her accommodating hot canal. Her pussy sides would then grip me spasmodically then, in acknowledgement of feelings thus reciprocated. To that, my cock would jerk a little more in her soft womb in appreciation. She was making sounds again, grunts and moans interspersed with words like, "Ooooh! Boss, How I missed this good lusty meat all this while in spite of working closely with you! Your cock, its so... its so... fucking good!" It turned me on, making my cock stiff and it would rear its head in her wet pulsating silky quim. Sarita increased her pace, riding my cock faster and faster with long strokes. She looked almost delirious, her long hair flung about, her hands grabbing at my chest, scratching, grabbing my legs pulling me to her as she rode my glistening wet, pussy- hungry cock, frantically trying to get every inch available into her hungry cavern. She was as much driven by unbridled passion as by her deep sense of gratitude. Her pussy was making wet squishing sounds as my cock drove up into her wet pocket as only a stiff cock driving into a wet, lubricated and greasy pussy can. It was like poking into a cup of hot jelly. Or like hot knife into a slab of butter. I felt my cock throb once, getting ready to explode into her juicy cunt. I said "Oooh baby, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come in you! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Sarita said "Yesssssssssssssss!, My own Darling Bossssssssss!, come in my pussy NOW and again and again! Fill my cunt with you big prick! Fill my cunt with come! You lovely darling! My own Honey...Sweet Boss!" She was in ecstasy, wantonly riding my stiff cock on the verge of an orgasm. Her pussy was opening up taking all of me, taking so much I could feel her pussy lips on by balls. I was getting close, very close. My pre-come was adding to the wetness that was in her, flowing from her, drenching my cock and balls and running to the crack of my ass seated on the chair fabric. I was straining to ram my cock as hard and far up into her pussy as I could, mindlessly, so much so that my entire world then had turned into a moist wet soft pussy! And she was taking all of it and then some, grinding back, fast and furious now driving toward orgasm, losing track of time or setting. I could feel my orgasm building so slowly but nerve wracking exquisitely, and pumped up into Sarita even harder trying to bring it on. Sarita was crying , "Fuck me!, Yes!, Oh God Yes!, Fuck me deep!, Fuck me hard!, Hard!, Harder!, Fuuuckk meee!,Fuuuckk mmmee! I roared like a hurt animal, "I'm going to come! I'm going to come!" I was going to come and at the same time could feel Sarita's cunt closing, pulsing, and gripping the base of my shaft. I yelled, "Oooh here I come! I'm erupting! I'm gonna come!" I felt my cock swell to immense proportions then just explode, pumping a gusher of come into Sarita's grateful pussy, inundating her pussy walls. My cock was throbbing and pulsating gigantically, pumping and pumping loads of come into her waiting cunt . Sarita was screaming, "Oh Yes! Ooooh Yes! I'm Coming! I'm Cominnnnnnnnnng! I'M COMINGGGGGGGGGGGG!! MY gawwwwwdddd!!," and she rode my spurting cock for all it was worth, grinding herself down on it, taking the now pulsating , erupting entire nine thick inches into her, squirming on it, riding up again only to thrust back down onto my pole. I could feel her cunt pulsating as my cock continued to throb and pump squirts and squirts of cum into her. I watched as she stroked her pussy up my cock, our combined secretions dripping from her pussy, making my cock slick, soaking our pubic hair, squirming to get more. As we slowed and as our passion ebbed, she was softly moaning and I was getting my breathing under control. We stopped with her sitting on top of me with my arms around her shuddering heaving body, with my cock still buried inside her. I said, "Wow, I didn't know there could be sex like this!" Sarita said. "I didn't get such a love making session in my entire married life, even once. Boss, it was only right that I envied your wife, though I didn't exactly know why! Boss! My envy was justified! You are a man with not just a golden heart but a diamond cock too!," as she started to make her pussy massage my cock again in the wet aftermath of this turbulent lovemaking. I just lay back on the chair as rivulets of sweat ran off my back and armpits and trickled down onto her soft thighs clasped around me satiated, she was a perfect picture of one happy woman. "Well, it does pain a bit, then so be it! But then it's a small price to pay for what we just had, isn't it?" I winked it her and slapped one fully rounded ass cheek nearest to me. "Sari, tell me is this just one-off thing? Or just the beginning?" I asked desire filling my heart... Sarita in her typical way tied her hair into a pony tail knot and said," I think this treatment will provide you as a useful physiotherapy. We can do it daily. I mean depending on the patients capability," She winked wickedly back at me, her tits jiggling again making my wet limp cock twitch weakly. "Not to speak of the Nurse's willing ness of course," I chided back and trying to reach for those big chocolate coloured buttocks again. "This Nurse is on duty 24x7 basis... No fear on that.. Patient's recovery is the topmost thing on her mind" She murmured coming back seductively toward me, her lush body looking so very delicious once again, "You are alike mature old Wine," I told her appreciatively. "You are no less a connoisseur of this old wine" she laughed merrily. "What do you want, Sari ask me and it will be granted!!" I challenged her drawing her ripe body back toward me. My cock was half up already. I am a chivalrous man. Never fail to get up for a lady, you know!! Sarita made a mock gesture of bowing before God and said: "Thank you, my Lord!!! I want you to be up and about so that you can push me 'back' too, once in a way!! A hard working lady needs to be pushed on her back too, you know, while the man toils over her," She said and winked wickedly. She meant plain missionary position, of course. "All that will happen, when I recover fully and we go back to office!" I argued with mock seriousness. Sarita made a face. "And go back home too, my sweet Boss? To your wife?," She sighed. I poked a straight finger at her moist pussy with its shining vertical folds while she stood in front of me thus and said, "This is home too! A home away from home!!!" * * * * * NOTE: Readers' feedback appreciated. Can this story continue or shall we take leave on this note?