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The Assistant Manager’s Story

By: kenya_tree



A few years ago I relocated to another part of the country. I found a wonderful location in the foothills, about 15 miles outside the town, and I built a small and cosy farmhouse. While the farmhouse was under construction, I and my wife moved into a rented place in the town. I transferred my account from my previous city to the same bank's local branch. Being a small town branch it provided very personalized services. The bank would send one of their officers to pick up the cheques for deposit and many other such services. 

There was this young assistant bank manager who was quite friendly and very efficient in carrying out the services asked for. Being a small branch in a small place, many a times she would herself come home with the documents required for signature.

The assistant bank manager, Nisha Krishnan, took extra care in caring for my account. Nisha would have coffee with my wife while I went through the documents. She became quite friendly with me and my wife. At times when I happened to visit the branch, I would invite Nisha out for a cup of coffee, and time permitting she would accept the invitation.

The farmhouse was completed in a record 6 months, barring some fittings here and there. We moved in and were settling down when my wife had to leave for Europe to attend to her ailing sister. She planned to be away for a couple of weeks only but it stretched to more than two months.

I had to come to town to pick up provisions and other items required and this was a weekly routine. I would invite Nisha for coffee and invariably she would accept. This became a regular Saturday afternoon feature in our lives. There was no need to ask her out. It was expected that I would be outside the bank at 2:30 in the afternoon and she would join me within a few minutes. If for some reason she couldn't make it she would call, but this rarely happened.

We would drive to any nearby coffee shop and enjoy a cup or two each. We talked about her. She told me about her college life and how she came to join the bank. The bits and pieces of her life came together over a few weeks. Nisha, who at 22 married a college friend, divorced him within 3 months. 

"He was very friendly and caring during our time at college. This is what drew me to him. After our marriage my life turned completely upside down. On the first night of our marriage I saw the other side of him. He was totally uncaring for my feelings. He was a brute. He brutalized me that night. It was as if a dog had found a bone and wouldn't stop gnawing and biting till he totally destroyed it."

She paused as she took a sip. Her eyes were teary, but she was in control. After all this was all in the past, around 2 years back. 

At another meeting in another coffee shop: "I spoke to my mother and she was totally unconcerned. 'That's the lot of women,' was her response. I realized that she also spent a similar married life. I tried to talk to my husband but it was a losing battle. One day I decided I'll not spend the rest of my life in a way."

She paused, thinking about those days. I put my hand on hers and squeezed in sympathy. She smiled in thanks. "I walked out one afternoon while my husband was at work. My mother tried to stop me, but I packed all my belongings, called a taxi, and went to my parents' home."

She paused, and then resumed, "I am very lucky. My parents supported me fully. Till then I hadn't spoken to my parents about my ordeal. I spent the night talking to my mother and we cried a lot. I was all of 22. Very young and very inexperienced about what life can dish out. Ours was a very loving family, just my parents and me."

Her eyes were glistening with tears. I squeezed her hand and caressed it. She continued, "My husband called the next morning. He didn't bother the previous evening, probably thinking I'd come running back if he ignored me. He had a huge ego and a very high degree of self importance."

Knowing Nisha I knew she was not exaggerating. "My father spoke with him and told him I was indisposed and would call him later. My parents and I had a discussion. I told them that I could never go back to that house and that I wanted a divorce. They respected my decision."

Another time: "Tell me, Nisha. Was your divorce difficult?" 

"Yes, very. Not the actual proceedings in court. But the pressure on me was tremendous to go back to my husband's house. My husband's family was very conservative. Divorce was something unheard of. Women were supposed to suffer in silence. On top of that it was me, a female, who walked out and was seeking a divorce! That was intolerable. Their ego could not take it. They wanted me back at all costs. I refused to see my husband or any one from his and his extended family. My father stood like a rock, fighting against all pressures, never once exposing me to any of it."

Tears flowed down her cheeks. I squeezed her hand in sympathy and handed her my handkerchief. She accepted gratefully, wiped her tears and said softly, "Let's go."

She continued in our next meeting: "I have never spoken about my divorce to anyone before. I don't know why I feel very comfortable talking to you. It's as if you understand." She held my hand and I engulfed her small hand in both of mine. 

"They brought in the so-called self-appointed leaders of our caste. They told my father divorce was not an option as no one in our caste has ever divorced. My father said, 'It's the life of my daughter. She will never go back to the house of this animal. For your information, my daughter was examined, the day after she returned home, by a very eminent gynaecologist.' He named this doctor and they all shut up. 'The report is so disturbing and the gynaecologist herself was shocked. I'll advise you not to interfere and let me proceed the way I want to.' These people threatened that our family would be excommunicated from our community. My father stood strong."

Tears flowed again. I squeezed her hands. "Divorce happened. My father engaged a very experienced divorce lawyer. I was lucky to be free within three months. Then we relocated to this town making a clean break with our past and that city."

There was silence. "I'd like to meet your father. Such a strong person who stood by you and didn't care a damn for his caste and community."   "He's no more. He had a bad heart. Within a year of our relocating here he passed away."

"Oh! baby. I'm sorry to hear that." I caressed her hand.

"We're fine now. Both my mother and me. We have a small house and a small and peaceful life. My job keeps us comfortable."

That was Nisha's story. Sad, but so true of many girls living in small towns in India. Nisha was one of the lucky ones.

Our weekly coffee continued and I felt attracted towards Nisha. Of course, I was happily married and wouldn't do anything to spoil my friendship with Nisha. One day she said, "I always thought all men are dogs. They have no respect for women." She looked at me and said, "Until I met you and realized I was wrong. You have been a wonderful friend. Thanks for just being there." *****

I had to come to town on a weekday and stopped by a restaurant for a spot of lunch. I was happily surprised to see Nisha there with a young girl. She was also happy to see me. She introduced me to this young girl, who seemed all of 15 years old. I was shocked by the reaction I felt. I was instantly attracted sexually to this little girl and there was a stirring. 

"This is Neha. She's the daughter of my mother's friend. It was her 18th birthday last month and I had promised to get her a gift of her choice. That didn't happen and so this lunch in lieu of that."

I turned to Neha and said, "A belated happy birthday to you, sweetheart. This lunch is on me. Nisha, you can let her have that gift of her choice later."

Neha perked up immediately. Nisha saw that and said, "No, Neha. That gift will remain pending till the right time."

"What gift?" I asked. 

Nisha faltered and said, "No, nothing. Just some...er...clothes she wanted." Neha blushed. I kept quiet. 

We ordered food and had juice while we waited. Nisha excused herself to freshen up. I looked at Neha and said, "Which clothes are you so keen to have, Neha. Why is Nisha reluctant to get them for you?"

She reddened, "No, nothing."

"C'mon, tell me. Maybe I can convince her to change her mind."

Thinking she may after all be able to acquire what she desired, Neha blurted out, "They are some under garments," and reddened in embarrassment. 

"Oh! You mean bra and panty?" I was being very naughty. Here she was, all of 18 and me in my middle 40s. In India these things are still not discussed openly between opposite sexes, and I was practically a stranger.

She reddened more and whispered, "Yes."

'Oh! That's difficult discussing with Nisha. OK, this is what we'll do. I'll buy them for you. If you keep it a secret. Nisha must never know, otherwise she'll be very annoyed, OK?"

"No, I can't take them from you. I hardly know you."

"That's right. We hardly know each other. Once I gift you a present we become friends, right?"

I convinced her and she agreed to let me buy her the undergarments she so coveted. "Remember, no one must know." She nodded and agreed to meet me at some convenient place next Sunday for shopping. 

I don't know why I did it. But I did do it. She was less than half my age and I had the hots for her. I wanted to bed her. She was petite with a lovely pony tail. I could engulf her waist in one span each of my hands, I thought. I was attracted to Nisha but never dreamed of going further. But with Neha ..... there was no logic to what I wanted. I just wanted her, that's all. 

We had a nice quiet lunch. I paid the bill and we left. Nisha said, "I have to go back to the bank. Will you please drop her at her house? It's not far."

"Of course, Nisha. No problem."

Nisha hailed a taxi and left, and Neha came with me. "Direct me to your address, sweetheart," I said. Neha was in a chirpy mood, anticipating her gift.

"Tell me, Neha, how will you keep your new bra and panty hidden from your family?"

I deliberately stressed the 'bra and panty' instead of undergarments. She reddened and said, "There's only Mum. Dad works in another city and comes over on weekends. I wash my own br...my own undergarments, and so..."

"That's good," I said and patted her knees and left my hand there, and added, "You've just finished school. What are you doing next?" 

She went into what she had planned and I listened quietly. I slowly caressed her knee and moved my hand slightly higher to her thigh. She flexed her thigh muscle and looked at me. I patted her thigh and removed my hand.

"That's good. Which college are you attending?" she went into that and kept talking till we turned into her street. It was a quiet street and not much traffic.

"OK, sweetheart. We'll meet on Sunday. Be on time. We'll have lunch after. Is it OK?" She smiled at me and said, "Thanks for the gift, and let's have lunch together." 

"Thank me after you buy the gift, my dear," and patted her shoulder and caressed her cheek. She got out, turned around and smiled at me again. I smiled back and drove away. On the way I thought whether I would succeed in bedding Neha or not. 

********

Saturday came around and Nisha called me at 2pm, "We may have to cancel today. I hurt my back."

"What happened, my dear?"

"I was working and my pen fell down. Instead of getting up to pick it, I bent from over the arm of the chair and strained a muscle at the side. I got up slowly and accidentally hit my shoulder on the rack at the back. So here I am with a strained muscle and a shoulder that is paining. I won't be good company today'" she said laughingly.

"Don't worry, just come. I can get rid of your strain and pain."

"Why, what will you do.? I'm not visiting any doctor. Doctors are big on my no-no list. A small excuse and they give you an injection!"

"Just come. I promise, no doctor, OK?"

So there she was walking gingerly to my car and I opened the door for her and helped her sit. 

"OK, so how will you help?"

"Young lady, you don't know everything about me. I give a very good massage and I guarantee the sprain will disappear in no time. I have a massage table at home."

She looked at me. She knew my wife was away. She had to decide if it was sensible going to my home alone. It wasn't that she didn't trust me. It was about appearances. She made a decision, smiled, and said, "Let's go. Let's see how good you are."

So we drove to my farmhouse outside the town. I held her by her hand and elbow as she got up from the seat. She walked into the sitting room and said, "It's lovely."

"Thanks, my dear, come sit her while I prepare."

I led her to a straight backed chair. I brought out my massage table. It was a folding type and I set it up. I went around drawing the curtains and the room became dark and cool. I lit a few scented candles and placed them around the room. Soon the fragrance spread around the room. I lit a few joss sticks. The atmosphere was heady.

I brought a bottle of massage oil.

"What's that?" Nisha asked.

"That's for the massage."

"Oh!" she now realized that she may have to bare her side. I didn't say anything. If she demurred I'll respect her wishes. I brought out a white sheet and said, "Nisha, you'll have to remove your kameez. Cover yourself with this sheet and lie on your stomach on the table. Only if you are comfortable with it."

Ladies usually dress in a Salwar Kameez. It's a very Indian thing. A loose fitting trouser-like lower garment tied with a draw string and an upper garment like a loose (or tight) shirt coming down to the thighs. Girls look very comely in it.

Nisha made a decision and took the sheet from me. I left the room to give her some privacy. I went to my room and changed into a pair of shorts and jersey. I didn't want oil on my trousers. I gave her about 10 minutes and returned to the sitting room. She was lying on the table, the white sheet covering her top half. 

I went to the table and said, "All ready?"

She whispered shyly, "Yes."

"I'll warm the oil in my hands before using it." I said to break the silence. I adjusted the sheet to cover her from her shoulders to her feet. 

"I'm folding the sheet till below your shoulders, OK?" she nodded.

I rolled the sheet till her shoulders were bared. The skin was clear, without any blemish. I touched her shoulder and she started slightly. She was tensed up, not only because of the pain but also because of an alien hand touching her. I moved my fingers round till she moaned when I touched where it was paining. 

"This is where you hit the shelf?" She nodded. 

I warmed the oil in my palms and softly placed them on her right shoulder. I massaged lightly from the top to under her shoulder blade. As I worked her shoulder I felt her relaxing under my hands. I was massaging away the tension in her muscles. I massaged her other shoulder. I folded the sheet a further few inches down and massaged her upper back. I could see the islands of tensed muscles. I worked the kinks away and she was mewing as the kinks disappeared and she relaxed. 

"How are you feeling, my dear?"

"Very relaxed."

"For that strained muscle in your side I'll have to expose your back. Is it OK?"

She was silent for some time and then nodded. I rolled the sheet till I reached the belt of her salwar. Her back was fully exposed to me, except for the bra strap. Her back was blemish less. I raised her arms and put them under her head. I warmed the oil and massaged her side, from under her arm pits to where the salwar was tied with the draw string. I pressed the palms down followed by the thumbs. She was moaning at the pressure. I worked on her sides till the strain reduced and then disappeared. 

She was moaning softly. "How's the pain on your side, my dear?"

"I'm feeling the relief."

"Shall I do your back?"

She thought for a while and whispered, "Yes, please."

"I'll have to.....so the oil doesn't stain the fabric," and I unhooked the bra and lay the straps at her side. She gasped softly. I warmed the oil and applied to where the straps had left indentations on her back. She sighed in relief as I massaged her back. I massaged from her shoulders down to her waist. Then from her right side to her left. She had small breasts but some of the skin was pressed and showing at the sides. As I moved my hands from the right to the left, my fingers touched the sides of her breasts and she shuddered. She was tensed but slowly relaxed. I kept on working on her back and under her arms till she was completely relaxed. I hooked her bra back and she gasped again.

Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were reddish. I put my mouth next to her ears and whispered, "Was it OK, my dear." My hot breath on her cheeks and ears reddened her cheeks further and she was breathing heavily. She whispered back, "Yessss. It was beautiful."

"Shall I massage your legs, too, dear? I can also give your front a full massage, if you agree."

She seemed to be half aroused. Probably no man had touched her since she left her husband. The atmosphere, the scented candles, the massage and the loving touch of a man was playing havoc with her emotions. 

She whispered, her eyes tightly closed, "OK."

I rolled the sheet up to cover her back. She was fully covered again. I put her hands at her side. 

"I have to remove your salwar to do your legs, dear. Will you be comfortable?"

She was quiet for a moment and whispered, "OK."

I put my hands at her right hip and turned her on her side just to pull her draw string loose. She gasped loudly. "Hush, my dear. Nothing to worry," and I caressed her back.

I put my hands under the sheet and holding her hips raised her ass a bit to pull the salwar down, past her ass. I pressed her ass down and she moaned as my hands pressed her panty clad ass down.

I held the legs of the salwar and jerked it off her legs. Now my lovely Nisha was only clad in her bra and panty under the sheet. I folded the sheet up till her knees. I warmed the oil and massaged her feet and her soles. She moaned as my thumb pressed her sole. I caressed her feet lovingly and she moaned. I did both her feet and Nisha was moaning with pleasure and mewing. I caressed her calves and she bucked her ass. I massaged away all the tense spots in her calves. I further rolled the sheet up till just below her panty. She was totally exposed from her upper thighs down. Her thighs were strong and clear of any blemish. 

I warmed more oil in my hands and started to massage her right thigh, from just below her panty down to her knees. She was moaning and writhing with the feelings of passion. I caressed her thigh repeatedly and she was moaning. 

"Are you feeling relaxed, my dear."

She couldn't speak but nodded.

"Shall I continue, sweetheart?"

She whispered, "Yesss."

I knew she was in the throes of passion and this was the first time her emotions were in an upheaval.

I massaged her other thigh. Then I said, "Relax, baby," and unhooked her bra again. She just whimpered, so far gone she was.

"Turn around, baby."

She turned around under the sheet. Her bra was askew, but she her top half was still covered with the sheet. Her lower half was covered by her panty only. I bent her knees and put her feet flat on the bed. Her knees spread and I could see the wetness on the crotch of her panty. I warmed more oil and pressed my hand from her right knee down her thighs. When my hand reached her upper thigh my fingers brushed against her crotch. She bucked and moaned. I moved back up from the back of her thigh to the back of her knee. Every time my hand went down my fingers brushed her crotch and she whimpered.

"Are you comfortable, my darling," I whispered, as my fingers touched her crotch again.


The Assistant Manager’s Story Ch. 02



Met Nisha for our usual weekly coffee the Saturday after when my massage, to alleviate her side strain, ended up in our making love. In between I had enjoyed taking Neha's virginity. She was very reluctant but finally came round. (Read "Cocking a Virgin").

Nisha sat in the car and couldn't meet my eyes. She was still feeling shy, probably remembering how intimate we had been. I took hold of her hand and squeezed it. 

"Nisha, my dear, are you alright?"

She nodded shyly and her cheeks reddened. "Shall we have coffee at the farmhouse or somewhere else?"

She reddened somewhat more and whispered, "Take me home."

I caressed her hand and drove to my farmhouse. She came into my arms as soon as I closed the main door. I lifted her chin and kissed her tenderly on her lips. Her eyes were shut and she sighed with pleasure. I slowly removed her clothes and she stood there displaying her beautiful body and blushing. I caressed her breasts and she moaned. I rubbed her hands on my cock over my shorts. She moaned and gripped it. I put her hands on the belt of my shorts and she opened her eyes. I kissed her and nodded. 

Nisha soon had my shorts and underwear on the floor around my ankle. I flipped them aside. She stroked my cock and soon it was hard. I said, softly, "Will you put it in your mouth, darling?"

She looked at me and blushed. "I've never done it."

I looked at her in surprise. She whispered, "I've never done it with love. What he did was to just abuse my mouth. He pushed it in, pumped fast, hurting me, and emptied inside my mouth. It felt so disgusting. I would just spit it all out, and that would anger him."

Tears were flowing down her cheeks. "He would hit me, but he could never get me to swallow his.......his filth," she spat out the word 'filth' with venom in her tone.

I clasped her to me tenderly and led her to my bed. We lay together and I caressed her back. "Hush, my darling. All that is in the past. No one will be able to abuse you again." 

I kissed her tears away from her cheeks and we got into a vigorous kissing session. Her hands were all over me and she was moaning. My hands explored her lovely body, every nook and cranny, and she writhed with the pleasure she was experiencing. I had a nipple in my mouth and I was putting pressure on it with my mouth. She was moaning. I slid my hand down and rubbed a finger on her pussy slit. Her ass bucked. I spread her lips and pushed my finger in all the way.

She moaned in ecstasy. I pumped my finger fast and had my thumb teasing her clit. She thrashed about uncontrollably and was getting wet and leaking her sweet nectar. My lips were playing havoc with her nipples and she was whimpering as passions rose to levels she never experienced before. Suddenly she came with a force that her ass lifted up and she screamed out her orgasm. Her ass humped the air a few times and she collapsed on the bed. 

"Oh My God, That was divine." I held her and she was trembling from the after effects of her orgasm. She calmed and I kissed her tenderly. 

"Seems like you enjoyed that," I smiled at her. 

She hugged me hard and whispered, "You are completely spoiling me. Oh! God, my insides are still tingling."

I went down on her and started to tongue her juicy pussy. While I was licking and tonguing her, my finger and thumb were on her clit, pinching and teasing it. She was moaning and getting out of control. Her ass was never still and she was in the throes of ecstasy. I rolled protection on and moved between her thighs. I bent her knees and opened them. Her lovely pussy opened up to my gaze. I brought my engorged cock to her pussy and entered her as she looked into my eyes. 

She shut her eyes and moaned in pleasure. There was a slight smile on her face. I began to pump in her and soon picked up the tempo. She responded by pushing up with her ass. We met midway and she was crying out in passion. "Oh! Yes, yes, yessssss! Oh! My darling, faster, faster, Oh! My Goddddd!..........."

I stopped and pulled out of her. She cried out, "Don't...please no."

I turned her over and raised her ass up by her hips. I went between her thighs and entered her again from behind. She cried out in ecstasy as the penetration touched her, creating different sensations. I pushed in till I was totally in her. My balls were slapping her very wet pussy as I started pumping again. I held her ass as I increased the tempo. My hands were caressing her breasts and soon I was pinching her nipples. 

She moaned and kept pushing her ass back to meet my inward thrust. My pinching and pressing her nipples had her in a twist as I maintained a little pressure on them. I tugged her nipples, the pull and pressure bringing pain. She was whimpering and I kept on pumping her. I was ready and I wanted my sweet darling to also come with me. I started to tease her clit with one finger while the other was on her nipple. She was soon at the end of her tether. I squeezed her nipple and pumped her ass fast and hard. She came screaming with passion and I spurted into the condom. 

I pulled out, careful not to spill and my darling held my hand and removed the protection. My cock was dripping from the come on it. She looked at my cock, and delicately lowered her face to it. Before I could react, my sweet darling put my cock in her mouth and licked it clean.

I held her to me and said tenderly, "Why sweetheart. You didn't have to do it."

She said shyly, "I wanted to; because I know you will never tell me to do it." She looked up at me with a mischievous look and said, "I liked your taste. A little salty. I would love to do it again."

I smiled at her tenderly and kissed her. We lay cuddling, her hand on my cock. She was stroking it and I held her tight to me. Such a loving girl who gave her all without any reservations, and that idiot of her ex-husband didn't know how to nurture her. 

Her stroking had me hard and she put my erection in her mouth and started sucking and licking it. I had her sit on my chest facing my legs and bent her down. She put my cock in her mouth and opened her ass and pussy to me. I touched her pussy with my tongue and she moaned. I held her ass cheeks and tongued her pussy every which way. She was dripping and whimpering into my cock in her mouth. Her mouth was pumping fast on my cock and it hit her at the back of her throat. She stopped and was drooling all over my cock. She took the cock out of her mouth. 

I brought her around and asked, "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

Nisha was gulping and said, "I got so involved and was enjoying so much that I hit the back of my throat with your....er..."

I held her to me and smiled, "You don't have to feel embarrassed saying the word. It's OK."

She smiled back shyly and said, "So it's called 'OK' " and hid her face in my shoulder. I slapped her ass and she squealed. 

We went back to the same position and she soon had me hard in her mouth again. I went back to licking her pussy and lapping her nectar. I spread her ass cheeks and touched her rim with my wet thumb. She squealed into my cock. Her ass bucked at this new sensation. I patted her ass and slowly massaged her rim. She fidgeted for some time and soon settled down. Tongue in her pussy, thumb on her rim causing newer sensations, my fingers on her clit torturing her to madness, and an engorged cock in her mouth had her fuzzy with excitement and my sweet baby orgasmed with a shriek.

My mouth flooded with her sweet nectar and I lapped up as fast as I could. She was spent and collapsed on me. I was still hard and was looking for release.

I pulled her to me and caressed her till she came down from her high. "My God, it was awesome. Hands and mouth everywhere, you had me uncontrollably mad with passion. Your thumb in my back shocked me at first, but I started feeling totally captivated as you kept on massaging the opening tenderly." 

She looked at me with love in her eyes and said, "I love you for letting me experience so much and teaching me sex can be so enjoyable." Then she saw my engorged cock and said, "Oh! God, I've neglected you. Can I put your 'OK' in my mouth again?"

"Yes, baby, I want you to taste me in your mouth."

I laid her flat and straddled her chest, taking care to put the weight on my knees. I held my cock and she readily opened her mouth. She closed her eyes and took it in, and was sucking and licking it. Her mouth was stretched. I pumped in slowly and she moaned. I slowly pushed my cock in till it touched the back of her throat. She opened her eyes and looked at me. I held her gaze and pumped slowly, every time letting it touch the back of her throat. 

I caressed her cheeks and said softly, "Try taking in a bit more, darling. You know I'll be careful and not hurt you." She nodded.

I pushed in slowly and my cock went down her throat about half an inch. She found it difficult to breathe and struggled to pull in air. I pulled out a little, allowing her to take a few breaths and pushed in again. I pushed a bit more and it was about an inch in. She gulped, squeezing my cock. Her eyes bulged but she held my gaze. She trusted me not to hurt her. She was squirming, trying to pull in air when she suddenly raised her ass up violently. I pulled out and she screamed out her orgasm. Her ass was bucking and she was moaning. I held her to me and caressed her. She was breathing heavily. Soon she was breathing normally.

I caressed her cheeks and she moaned, "My God, I couldn't breathe and I orgasmed. The feeling was awesome. Oh! My dear, I'm so selfish." And she started pumping my cock in her mouth, fast and furious. I came so hard and the first spurt hit her at the back of her throat. She took in four to five large spurts before she licked the remaining come till I was empty.

We lay cuddling in the after glow of our love. I caressed her ass and said, "If you enjoyed my thumb on your ass rim, sweetheart, then next time we can do more; if you want to, of course."

"What more?" she asked innocently.

"Be patient," I slapped her ass. "Wait for next Saturday." 



The Assistant Manager’s Story Ch. 03



I met Nisha the following Saturday. She sat in the car and was happy to see me. I squeezed her hand and drove off towards my farmhouse. It was the last Saturday before my wife returned from caring for her ailing sister. I wanted to make the most of it. Nisha knew this would be the last Saturday we could meet at the farmhouse. I wondered if she would agree to our rendezvous in some hotel. 

This would come later, I thought. Now was the time to enjoy and let my dear Nisha enjoy the pleasures of sex. But Nisha seemed preoccupied. I let it be and thought of asking her on reaching the farmhouse. 

We went into a clutch as soon as the door closed. We kissed and we were soon huffing and puffing, breathlessly. Our clothes lay all over the place and she was in my cuddle on the bed. 

"Tell me, sweetheart, what's on your mind? You seemed to be lost in thought on the drive up."

She kissed me and said, "Yes, dear. There's something troubling me, but I'm very sure in my mind what I want.'

"What's that, baby?"

"A couple of days ago I had a discussion with my mother. I was happy and in a very cheerful mood. Off late, after we have been intimate, I've not been able to keep my feelings under control, especially at home. Thankfully, the bank keeps me busy and my mind does not wander, and no one has noticed any change in my demeanour.

"My mother asked me why I've been unusually happy. I said, 'It's nothing mother. I'm just happy.' 

"She said, 'You're my daughter. I know all your moods. Tell me, have you found some one?'"

"I was shocked that she could read me so well. I decided that there's no point in hiding things from her because I'm not ashamed of anything we have done." She kissed me hard and stroked me tenderly. 

"So I told her that there is someone. 'Yes, mum, there is someone who has come into my life. Before you ask anything more, he is a married man and happily married.' My mother was shocked that I could let a married man come into my life. 'A married man? Are you out of your mind?' I replied, 'No mother. He has shown me how a man can love a woman and respect her at the same time. I thought all men are animals, after my experience. But I was so wrong. I love him, mum, though I know he loves his wife and can never belong to me.'

"My mother was speechless for some time. Then she said, 'You're mad. I'm sure he's taking advantage of you. You are inexperienced and don't know what men can be.' 'Mother, I replied, 'I'm not mad and neither is he taking advantage of me. We are good friends and I used to have coffee with him occasionally. It just happened one day. I went through it knowing fully well what I was doing. And mother I'll be with him as long as he wants me.'

"She was very angry and thought I had lost my way. 'Mum, please understand me. He cares for me and I have no regrets.' She didn't speak to me the whole day. That night she came into my room and held me tight. 'My sweet girl. I know what you went through. I'm happy that there is someone who cares for you. You need to be careful. I still think you should give him up. A married man!! If people come to know, they'll think badly of you.' I hugged my mother tight and we both cried a lot that night. My only worry is that my mother doesn't think poorly of me."

I hugged her and caressed her. Then Nisha said, "I told her that I'd be late today as I was meeting you. I felt she was not happy with my decision."

Nisha looked into my eyes and I could see her love for me. We kissed and our tongues had a tough match with each other. I caressed her back and her ass. My finger traced her ass crack and she moaned into my mouth. My aroused cock was hard against her stomach and it was throbbing with desire. She mewed and held my cock tight in her fist. She stroked it and the stroking sent fire through its core. 

"Listen, baby, if you want to do as your mother asks, don't think I will stop you. It will be your decision and I will respect it. I will, of course, want you to be with me as long as it is possible, but will you be happy if your mother isn't?"

"I know. But you have given me so much happiness, shown me what love is and how sex can give so much pleasure. It may seem selfish, but I know my mother will ultimately understand. She will understand I'm young and have certain needs. At least I have someone like you who desires me and does not demean our relationship."

I left it at that for her to decide what she wanted. We hugged each other and my hands were all over her breasts and nipples. I pinched them and she whimpered. I sucked and bit them and she moaned. I fingered her pussy and thumbed her clit and she cried out as she couldn't control her emotions. My rapid fingering and attention to her clit soon had her in stitches and as I rubbed her sensitive spot in her pussy, she orgasmed with a scream. 

I held her to my chest as she tremblingly came down from the high of her orgasm. She mewed with pleasure and we went into a hard and fast kissing session. 

She was moaning and my cock was hard and demanding action. I turned her over, raised her ass, rolled on protection and entered her wet and hungry pussy from behind. She cried out as my engorged cock entered her. I pumped fast and hard and she mewed with the pleasure she was experiencing. I wet my middle finger in her leaking nectar and massaged her ass rim. 

The tight little hole flexed and tightened and as it relaxed I said, "Darling, Nisha, do you want to do more?"

"What's that," she whispered with passion in her voice.

"Baby, shall I push my finger inside?"

She groaned at the thought of my finger inside her ass. Then in a small voice, "Will it hurt?"

"Yes, darling, it might pain. Maybe more, maybe less."

She moaned again and said, "I'm afraid." 

I caressed her ass and back tenderly and said, "We'll not do it if you don't want to, darling," and I carried on pumping her pussy and she mewed with pleasure. She was moaning as her passion peaked and I too was nearing unloading my full load. Then she said softly, "Please push in gently. I'm still afraid." 

I caressed her ass tenderly and she moaned in pleasure. I applied Vaseline to my thumb and massaged her rim. 

"Relax, sweetheart. Relax your rim." I pushed slowly and my thumb spread her rim and passed through. 

She moaned and said, "I can feel it is stretched, but the pain is not much."

I pumped my thumb in her till it was all the way in. I twisted my thumb and started to pump faster. She moaned and fidgeted her ass. She didn't say anything. I pumped fast a few more times. Then I withdrew my thumb and applied Vaseline to my middle and index fingers. Nisha looked back and asked, "What are you going to do now?"

"Baby, I'm going to use two fingers to open up the hole a bit so it will be easy when I put my cock in."

She blushed and looked at me. "Will it pain with two fingers and then after wards also when you put your.....your....?" she asked softly

"Yes, sweetheart. It will pain both times." 

"Then why don't you use your......er....directly? It will pain, you say, then let it pain once only.....?"

I looked at her lovingly and said, "You're sure, baby? OK, let's try. If the pain is much, tell me so I can stop."

She nodded, fear flashing in her eyes. I pumped hard and fast in her pussy and soon had her moaning with passion. She was pushing back with her ass as I pumped in. I was hard and strong and ready to do the ass of sweet Nisha. 

I pulled out, removed the protection, and applied Vaseline to her rim and my engorged cock. I touched her rim with the tip of my cock and she whimpered. I caressed her ass and back and pushed my tip past her rim. It stretched to its fullest and Nisha cried out, "Oh! God." I caressed her ass and pushed in slowly. She groaned with pain, but my sweet darling did not cry out. 

I pushed in till I was all in. My tight balls were resting against her wet pussy. "Baby, are you OK?"

She nodded and moaned. "It's stretching too much. There is pain. But please carry on." I caressed her ass again and again.

I pulled out slowly and then pushed in till I achieved a slow rhythm. She was whimpering but did not say anything. She was slowly able to take the pressure on her rim and was starting to push back slowly. I applied more Vaseline to my shaft to make it easy for her rim. I increased the tempo and my sweet Nisha was pushing back with her ass to my inward thrust. I held her hip and soon was pumping fast. She started to enjoy and pumped her ass back. 

I held her breasts with both my hands as I pumped and squeezed them softly. I pinched her nipples and Nisha mewed. She was getting into it and I pumped faster and tugged her nipples. I took one finger and inserted in her pussy. It was wet and she moaned with appreciation. I thumbed her clit and she cried, "Ah! Yesss! Yes." Soon she was bucking her ass as I increased action on her clit. 

Pumping hard in her ass and fingering her clit had Nisha crying out, "Oh! Oh! I cannot wait. I'm comingggg!" and she screamed as an orgasm hit her. She bucked her ass in the throes of passion and I spurted in my Nisha's ass. Two large spurts followed by three smaller ones. I kept pumping slowly till I became soft. Then I withdrew from her ass and hugged her. She was trembling and I kissed her cheeks, her lips and caressed her back. 

She lay in my arms in contentment. She looked up at me and there was so much love that I was overwhelmed. I clasped her hard and kissed her, out tongues enjoying their clash. Then she said, "It was unbelievable. It pained but soon I was enjoying your thrusts."

She kept a soft hand on my cock and was caressing it. I caressed her back moving softly up and down. We dozed off for about 30 minutes. Nisha was not in a hurry to go home as her mother knew where she was and with whom. When I woke up Nisha's hand was still on my cock and it was hard. I kissed Nisha and she moaned and stretched. She smiled at me and I hugged her. She felt my harness in her hand and put it in her mouth. 

Her mouth made sweet love to my cock. She licked it, ran her tongue up and down its length, pulled on the bulbous tip, and made me moan with pleasure. I wanted her. I took away my cock from her and she whimpered in protest. I kissed her hard. Tore open a new packet and rolled on protection. Then I bent her knees to her chest and entered her. She mewed with desire. We started making sweet love. She pushed up her ass as I pumped in. Her eyes were closed and she was in rapture. 

We were hard at it. I turned her over, raised her ass and entered from behind. She moaned, "Yes, my dear, faster, faster." I increased the tempo; my balls slapping against her. I palmed her breasts and caressed them. She moaned. I pinched her nipples and tugged them softly. She whimpered. I pressed her nipples a little hard. She cried out, "Oh! Yes!"

As I pumped in she cupped my balls softly and I hit the roof. Her soft hands felt so sensational that I nearly came. But I wanted to prolong our love making. I slowed down and caressed her ass and back. She mewed in ecstasy. My darling whispered, "I'm ready, darling." She was bucking her ass into me. I increased the tempo and I had my hands on her breast again. She cupped my balls and brought me to boil. I pumped fast and she backed into me. She came screaming and I emptied my self as I pumped hard. 

I pulled out of her, still hard, and my dear Nisha, helped remove the protection and put my cock in her mouth. She licked and sucked me clean. I held her tenderly as we came down from our high. 

She sighed and put her head on my shoulder while I caressed her back. Then Nisha asked, "What will we do next Saturday?"

"Baby, we can go to some hotel, it's OK with you. Of course, it can't be in this town."

She squeezed me and said, "Whatever you say. I just want to be with you."

We ended the day with a tender kiss. 



The Assistant Manager’s Story



She bucked and in a strained voice, whispered, "Yesss, please continue."

"Shall I give a full massage, my dear?"

She was far gone. "Yesss!"

I removed the sheet from her and threw it aside. I removed her bra and bared her breasts. They were small and exquisite. She moaned as I massaged her breasts. I pressed them softly and held her nipples between my finger and thumb and massaged them. She orgasmed and screamed out, "Oh! God!" and bucked her ass a number of times. I put my lips to her left nipple while my hand massaged her right breast. I licked and sucked her breasts one by one.

She was moaning and shaking her head and bucking her ass. 

"Are you OK with this, sweetheart."

She whimpered, "Yesss! Please don't stop."

I kissed down her stomach till I reached her navel I tongued it and she kept on whimpering. I went to the bottom of the table and looked up at her through her raised knees. She was beautiful. Her face flushed red.

I laid her legs flat on the bed, hooked my finger in the elastic band of her panty and pulled down. She whimpered loudly and raised her ass up. I pulled her panty down and threw it aside. The beautiful Nisha lay completely naked on the table mewing with pleasure. I cupped her mound and she bucked up till her ass left the table. 

"Baby, are you OK with what is happening? Shall I continue?" I was continuously cupping and squeezing her mound. 

"Yessss!"

I pulled her down the table till her ass was at the edge. I bent her knees till her feet were flat on the bed. I spread her knees and my sweet Nisha lay exposing her most precious part to me. I bent down and tongued her pussy slit. She cried out, "Yesss!" I spread her lips and tongued her inner lips. She moaned and bucked her ass. I kept on licking her lips as she leaked her sweet nectar. I pushed my tongue in her pussy hole and penetrated. She screamed. I moved a finger to her clit and she screamed out loud again. She sobbed, "Yes! Yes! Please don't stop. Oh! My God."

My tongue in her pussy and finger torturing her clit soon had her orgasming again. She screamed out with pleasure, so uncontrollable was her passion. She lay inert and kept whispering, "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God...."

I removed my clothes, carried Nisha in my arms, took her to my bedroom, and lay her down on my bed. I started making love to her breasts and nipples. Her nipples were erect and hard. I pinched one between my finger and thumb while I bit and tugged the other. She was in throes of passion. I moved my finger into her pussy and pumped slowly. She kept on moaning with the pleasure she was getting. 

I took hold of her hand and put in on my cock. She froze for a second but held it and started to stroke it. My finger in her pussy was keeping her highly excited and my lips and fingers were playing havoc with her breasts and nipples in a sweet way. She kept on moaning. I was hard and ready for the next step. I wanted to make love to my dear Nisha.

I kissed her and whispered, "Nisha, my darling, do you want me to make love to you?"

She looked at me with bleary eyes and whispered, "Please make love to me. Please." 

I kissed her and let our tongues do their bit. She was breathing heavily as my tongue fought its battle with her tongue. I bit her lower lip and she whimpered. I went lower to her breasts and licked, sucked, and bit her nipples. Her hand was back on my cock stroking it to hardness. I went lower till I reached her divine pussy. My tongue started to lick and lap up her juices as my finger and thumb played havoc with her clit. She was moaning and bucking her ass. I rubbed her most sensitive spot in her pussy and she screamed and orgasmed. I caressed her as she came down from her high. 

I placed myself between her thighs and lifted her legs to my shoulders. My cock was at her pussy, ready to enter. Her eyes were closed. I said softly, "Nisha, look at me, darling." She opened her eyes and I touched her pussy hole with my cock. She gasped. I held her gaze lovingly and pushed in slowly till my bulbous tip entered her pussy. She moaned. 

I stopped there and she moaned, "Oh! My God, this is heavenly. Please don't stop. Make love to me, my darling."

I slowly pushed in till I bottomed out. My balls touched her sweet ass. I started pumping in her slowly till she was mewing with pleasure. As I pumped in she pushed up and soon we got into a rhythm. Our tempo increased and we reached the end of our tether. I was soon going to come. I looked at her and said, "Darling, I'm ready, shall I pull out?" She looked back with love and said, "No. I want to feel your love in me. Give me your seed."

"Nisha, are you sure. I don't want you in any problem."

"No problem. Just do it, my darling."

I increased my tempo and she pushed up faster. I came with a shout and she screamed out her orgasm. I spurted in her and pumped in about ten times till I was exhausted. I fell flat on her and she held me and caressed my back, murmuring, "My darling, my darling...."

I became soft and pulled out. I held her in my embrace and kissed her. She lay her head on my shoulder and looked up at me. "Thanks for giving me so much love. I would never have believed love making is so beautiful."

"That is why it is called love making. It should be all love and nothing else. Some people turn it into something dirty."

I kissed her and we went into a passionate kissing session. It was getting on and my beautiful Nisha had to return home. I wanted to ask her to meet me the next day but remembered I was meeting the little Neha. 

On the way back to dropping her home, I asked Nisha, "Darling, are you OK with what happened? Any regrets. I assure you, if you so wish, I will never ask you again for intimacy. But I would like to keep on meeting you for our weekly coffee."

"You are a very dear man. I have no regrets, other wise I wouldn't have done anything. You taught me that sex can be beautiful. Of course, I will like to meet you and like you to make love to me whenever we can."

"Why did you not let me pull out?"

"I wanted to feel you inside me and your sperm. Your sperm given with love."

"What if you....."

"Don't worry. I always hear my colleagues talk of the 'morning after' pill they use when they have unprotected sex with their husbands or boyfriends. I'll use one tomorrow morning. I hope it will be OK."

"My darling! But we shouldn't take risks. We'll use protection from now on, OK?"

I stopped the car at a market and she looked at me.

"I can't expect you to walk into some chemists and ask for the pill. What if someone recognizes you? This is such a small town."

She smiled at me and nodded.