From the first day I laid my eyes on her, I wanted her. When my boss told me I’d get a team mate, I was relieved as I was being overworked. I knew that from now on, my life would be a lot easier. I of course didn’t know that from then on, my life would be filled with pictures of me fucking my new, sexy team mate.
As is it is the only moral thing to do for a married man, I did never ever think about actually fucking Harsha. My wife still looked her bit, with a nice, well-rounded body and black hair framing an interesting and beautiful face. But what Harsha, my new team mate, presented in the figure department just fucking beat it. I always fancied a petite girl with small boobs and shaped behind.
She was quite the opposite from my wife. Although the same height, she was skinny with a small set of tits, had curly black hair and always looked like a girl who knew what to do. Hell, she looked as if she’d stepped out of a porn-movie. Well, a porn-movie with a prevalent teen-theme, because although she was already 24, she looked about five years younger. Had I not been part of the selection jury deciding for her to work for me, I wouldn’t have dared to do it, just because she looked damn sultry.
The day she arrived, I was sitting in my office, going through a few papers that had accumulated during the weekend. There was a knock, and I yelled out a yes, not looking up. The door opened, and I heard feet shuffling inside. When I looked up I was stunned. In front of me, next to the door stood my boss. Now, he is good looking, but I just don’t work in that department. No, the reason for my being stunned was Harsha, who was standing next to him. Wearing a white top which was semi transparent, a skirt long enough to cover her thighs but gave good view of those legs and a small jacket which was open and you could note the navel playing hide and seek under the semi transparent top . Her small cleavage was also visible between the lapels of that jacket.
“Hey, this is Harsha, your new team mate. Be nice to her, she has outstanding references. Well, have fun working together. Gotta go, bye!” My boss was gone.
So there I was, looking at her. Harsha smiled at me, and I instantly knew where those perfect references had come from. She was heaven, and she knew how to show a good time, and undoubtedly, every one of her employers had realized that.
“Well, so, how are you?” I stammered, needing some serious advice in how to speak with a team mate. “I’m fine, Sir. That’s a nice office!” Harsha said, obviously noticing my uneasiness. “Oh, No need to call me Sir. And yeah, it is a nice office. Uhm, has the boss already showed you your desk and all that?” I replied.
“Oh, yeah, he showed me everything. He’s been very nice.”
Oh God, those lips. They were sparkling like diamonds, once in a while touched by her small tongue that darted out of her mouth.
That morning, I was unable to concentrate anymore. Even after knowing that she is married. And she has a kid too. Her parents had her marry a guy in Mumbai and she had a kid within an year of marriage. Since she had got a good job offer, she moved to Bangalore and her family still in Mumbai. She was a bit career oriented and selfish you can say. But I did not care. All I was thinking about was geting inside her.
While I had given Harsha some work to do, I was quickly trying to think of a thousand excuses to call her in. Whenever she came in, I almost instantly had a hard-on. Her perfectly shaped legs, those petite tits and her beautiful smile were having their effect on me.
When I came home that evening, I fucked my wife so hard, she was probably thinking I had gone mad. During that fuck-session, every single thought I had was of Harsha, and I imagined I was fucking her slutty pussy from behind, not my wife’s.
During the next few weeks, I managed to get myself under control again. Soon I was able to work with Harsha without always thinking about sinking my cock deep inside her wet pussy. She was one hell of a team mate. It was as if I was only working half –time, now that she was doing all the little stuff. Of course, people from other departments were always smiling slyly at me, and I heard a few people talk about how lucky I was to get her as a team mate. But I was faithful. Although I was thinking quite a lot of Harsha when I fucked my wife, I was determined to not give an incentive for any kind of rumor at work.
Life went on, and after a few months, I felt the need to show Harsha how much I appreciated her work. I knew that my wife was going to go on some conference in Hyderabad for two weeks which started the next Monday. SHe left the town Friday itself so that she can do some sight seeing as well. So I knew I could have dinner with Harsha without making my wife jealous.
When Harsha came in to hand me the mail, I asked her.
“Harsha, I think you deserve a treat for being such a good team mate. What about dinner tonight at Leela?” Leela Palace has one of the most expensive and exclusive restaurants in Bangalore as you know.
“Oh my God, that would be fantastic!” Harsha beamed at me. Fuck, she was so damn pretty. “Alright then, I’ll get a table?” I said, and Harsha nodded.
Next Friday, Harsha was really lively at work. She kept smiling at me, and I knew she was really looking forward for tonight. I was too.
When I drove up to her apartment building, I already saw her standing at the entrance. I was speechless. Her hair was done to some kind of knot, and she was wearing a red satin kind of dress that came down to her ankles. A little hint of cleavage. She looked fucking sexy but not totally slutty. I loved it.
I got out of the car and when we had said hello, I opened the car-door for her.
“Oh, what a gentleman you are!” Harsha joked and smiled at me. As she sat down into the passenger seat, I couldn’t help but notice her cleavage. Fuck, her tits were perfect for me.
The table at Jamavar was perfect too. A bit secluded, with nice candles on the table and just a plain smooth atmosphere. Harsha and I had plenty of things to talk about. During the meal, Harsha kept smiling at me, and I knew she liked it. After the meal, we started to talk again, and after our first bottle of wine, things went even smoother. We were already down to some rather intimate topics, and sooner or later, we were talking about sex.
Harsha was confessing me that she had been rather wild at college and that she had developed a taste for extreme things. I gulped. I didn’t know exactly what she meant by ‘extreme’, but I knew everything she’d do sexually would be heaven.
“So, what exactly do you mean by extreme?” I asked innocently.
“Well, that’s nothing to discuss in a place like this. I think we should move on!” Harsha said.
So she wanted to move on. I was fine with it, so after I had paid, we went to the car. “So, where do you wanna go?” I asked Harsha. She thought for a while.
“Well, I hope this doesn’t sound strange, but I think we could go to my place. I’ve got a few bottles of wine, and we could talk there!” she looked at me, waiting for a decision.
Fuck, that was hard. I knew that I didn’t want to cheat on my wife, and Harsha knew that too. So actually, there’d be no harm in just going there, have some wine and leave. So I agreed.
Her apartment was small, but of fine taste. I sat down on her sofa while Harsha went to get some wine and put on some music.
When she came back, she had discarded her shoes and dress and changeds . Fuck, A short skirt and sleeveless top. Great!
“I hope you don’t mind, but I feel much better in those clothes. I don’t have to be careful about ripping a seam or something!” Harsha said and giggled. She sat down next to me on the sofa, with her feet on the sofa, and her practically sitting on them.
“Well, Cheers. Where were we?” Harsha asked. I said cheers too, and was just about to remember that Harsha had confessed of having a taste for extreme things, when she cried out.
“Oh, yeah, the extreme stuff. Well, actually I think you should just find out. See, I know you’ve got the hots for me, and I know I’ve got the hots for you, and if there wasn’t your wife, we’d have fucked months ago. So tonight, your wife’s not here, but you are, and I think you should just fuck me now!” I was stunned again by her bluntness, and didn’t know what to say. There was no need to say anything, because Harsha was already on top of me.
With her full, pouty lips pressed on mine, her tongue found its way inside my mouth. I didn’t know what to do, but my dick did. It was rock-hard, and started to take over the controls of my body. Without thinking, I grabbed Harsha and pushed her butt into my dick while tonguing her back. She let out a muffled moan, and I started to explore that perfect body.
While my hands reached underneath that skirt and found her perfectly shaped ass, Harsha started to undress me. Tie and shirt were gone in seconds.
“Oh , lose your pants, I want to see your dick!” Harsha moaned into my ear. She got up and I took of my pants and my boxers. Harsha practically jumped at my hard dick, pushing it deep inside her mouth. Fuck, that girl was wild.
For a few minutes, Harsha sucked my dick like it had never been sucked before. Seeing those perfect lips around my cock was almost too much. Just before I was about to come, I dragged her head upwards, and while she kissed me again, she lost her clothes.
Harsha pushed me back onto the sofa, and quickly straddled my cock. Her pussy was dripping wet, and as she inserted the head, I was in heaven. In front of me, a perfect pair of tits was swinging, while a tight, wet pussy was pushing down onto my cock.
“So, how does that feel?” Harsha moaned into my left ear. “Does it feel any like fucking your wife? Doesn’t it feel much better?”
Fuck, she was right. Fucking my wife compared to her was nothing. Hell, my wife didn’t even know a woman could move the way Harsha just then moved on my cock. Harsha’s hips were gyrating wildly on my cock, and her tits were now pressed against my body. It felt so good, I almost screamed out how much I loved her body!
“Oh fuck, you are the best. It’s unbelievable!” I screamed, and pushed harder into her. Harsha moaned and guided one of my hands between her buttcheeks. She practically rubbed her asshole with my hand, and I noticed the wetness of her pussy had already made it wet. The only logical step at this point was to push a finger in, which I did. When I was in up to the second knuckle, Harsha’s movements grew even wilder.
“God, yeah, push it in deeper, take another one, make me feel your fingers inside my dirty slut ass!” she whimpered, and I didn’t hesitate to follow her orders. Finally a woman that was crazy about having her asshole fingered. My wife would never let me do that, she’d always even quit talking to me only because I had brought up the subject.
So I pushed a second finger in, relishing the tightness of Harsha’s ass, feeling its contractions whenever she pushed down onto my cock. It was again pure heaven as I actually grabbed her ass with my other fingers and pushed the other ones inside her as deep as possible. Harsha was an animal. She jumped up and down on my dick, screaming as I drove fingers and dick inside her delectable body.
With one arm flung around my neck and her mouth right next to my ear, I was able to notice her every reactions as I worked her, or as she worked me, and this was making me come within another few minutes of fucking.
“Harsha…I’m…cumming!” I cried.
“Oh yeah, cum in your new lover’s pussy, cum inside your new slut’s dirty pussy, flood my womb with your cheating seed!” Harsha screamed, and just when she was screaming the word “cheating”, I pumped her full of my juice.
Yeah, I was cheating, but at least I was cheating with the most sluttiest and perfect specimen of our species available.
When everything I had had made its way deep inside Harsha’s body, we both slumped onto the sofa. My dick slipped out of her pussy, but I let my fingers linger a little bit more before pulling them out of her tight asshole.
“Oh, that was fantastic. I always knew you’d be a good fuck, and I always knew you’d give in sooner or later. Actually, you held out pretty long.” Harsha said, and kissed. Fuck, she tasted so wonderful.
“Come on, let me taste my ass!” she said and took the hand I had between her asscheeks into her hand. As I stared wide-eyed, she took the two fingers I had had inside her ass and started to lick them. When she was done she smiled at me and said:
“Well, I told you I’m not shy. Actually, I have no inhibitions whatsoever. But let’s stop the talking and let’s get you going again!” With that she crawled down my body, now flat on the sofa, and started cleaning my semi-erect cock. She slurped it deep into her mouth, and swallowed every single drop of juice that had remained on it. As I felt one of her fingers snake between my asscheeks, my dick started to get rock-hard again.
“Ah, you like that, huh? Well, let’s move down then!” Harsha said in reply to my reaction, and after licking my balls, she made me spread my legs and started to lick and kiss her way to my asshole.
That was the craziest thing a woman had ever done to me. But it had always been a secret fantasy too, so I was hoping to never awake from that dream again. Harsha’s tongue was an expert in asshole licking it seemed. She first rimmed my asshole and then poked her tongue inside as deep as possible. Suddenly I felt a finger at the entrance of my ass, and within a fraction of a second, the finger was all the way inside me. I yelped because of the pain, but it subsided quickly, especially because Harsha had kept licking around my asshole. It felt fantastic, but I feared I’d cum too soon, so I pulled Harsha up.
“Well, the big man is panicking. Fine with me. Why don’t you get a taste of my asshole, because later on it’ll be filled with your cum, and I don’t think you’d be ready to taste your own cum already, am I right or not?” Harsha said.
Well, speechless again. I just nodded, and without further ado, Harsha moved up and kneeled above my face. She spread her ass so I’d have better access, and when my tongue made contact with her asshole, it was like a current running through my body. That woman was pure sexual energy, and somehow that even communicated over her asshole. I rimmed her asshole, which was as smooth as everything between her legs, and savored the feel of that tight little ring, all puckered and a bit sweaty. When I probed her asshole with my tongue, Harsha started to moan, and as I went deeper, I noticed her spreading her cheeks even more, giving me more access. I was able to get about a third of my tongue in, when Harsha moaned:
“God, please use your fingers. Spread my asshole with your fingers and lick the inside of my ass. Stretch it out and lick it!”
I didn’t argue and put both my index-fingers at her asshole. It was already very wet and they went in without any problem. Feeling her asshole so tight against my fingers as I spread it apart was incredible. I pulled a bit, but obviously Harsha thought that wasn’t enough, so she just yanked out my fingers and replaced them with hers. I was stunned as she roughly pulled her asshole apart, leaving enough room for my tongue and about two fingers to explore the insides of her ass.
“Go on, lick the inside of my ass. Taste it!” she begged, and I complied. My tongue slid just in and the taste was beautiful. Strange, but evoking a feeling of pure, hot lust. I licked her asshole and ass for a few minutes, until Harsha suddenly jumped off me.
“Alright, , now go ahead and fuck that little asshole. Push it inside me, because I’m sure your wife would never let you, right?” Harsha said.
“Well, you’re right, she never would!” I replied, feeling just a slight pang of remorse for being here and fucking the most beautiful girl on earth. Fuck, it was just sex, although the hottest I had ever had. And it was to get better. An assfuck would be the best thing that could happen.
“Alright, so why don’t you just pump my ass!” Harsha said and got on all fours in front of me, pushing up her ass and spreading it with her hands. Her asshole was already a little stretched, and it almost winked at me, inviting me to fuck it hard.
I positioned my hard cock at Harsha’s asshole, and slowly began to push. It went in surprisingly easy. Fuck, that girl must have had her asshole fucked a few times before. Still, the feeling was indescribable. It was tight, warm and well, Harsha’s asshole. Harsha’s moaning was telling me she was already enHarshaing my dick inside her, so I just started fucking in and out with long strokes. Obviously that was too slow for Harsha, because she began pushing her ass into me, trying to get it harder. Well, I could do that.
Without any kind of warning, I forcefully pushed my dick inside her ass to the hilt, keeping it there for a moment. Harsha’s scream told me she had definitely felt that, but when she turned her head to look at me, there was no pain, just pure lust on her face.
“Yeah, baby, do me like that. I like it rough. Use me like your little slut. I’m all yours!” she said. That was enough for me. The next thirty minutes were filled with hard slapping sounds as I drove my dick in and out of Harsha’s ass, once in a while even grabbing her hair and yanking her backwards, hard. All that had evoked prolonged screams by Harsha and I felt like it was the first time I was really fucking, not just making love.
“Oh god, you’re the best ass-fucker.”
“Yeah, push harder!”
“Make it hurt!”
Those were the things Harsha screamed while I pumped her and when I came, Harsha collapsed in an orgasm. When I pulled out, some cum oozed out of her asshole, which Harsha quickly gathered with her hand and licked off. She was definitely the biggest slut I had ever known.
“You liked fucking my ass? You liked stretching my tiny little asshole so you could have your way with me? Like you could never do with your prim and proper wife?” Harsha teased, and I didn’t even start to feel terrible about fucking my team mate. I had to do it. It was the chance of a fucking lifetime.
“Let’s go to my bathroom I need to show you something!” Harsha said. She gestured towards the tub. I went and turned the shower on thinking she wanted to clean up together. She came and kissed me. Sudenly she broke the kiss. “Wait a minute big boy!” She ordered with a smile. “You’ve just fucked my brains out, are you ready to do it again?”
I slid a hand lazily down her belly and through her pubic hair, stopping at her moist crotch. She tilted her hips to allow me a quick feel of her privates before protesting with a smile, “One minute, I need to go to the loo. Or I’ll pee all over myself!”
My cock jumped at the sexy image of warm, golden piss streaming down her lovely thighs. “Not a bad thought, Harsha.” I replied. My finger pressing into her. The extra pressure caused her to run to the commode, holding her cunt lips as the warm spray squirted into the water. She leaned forward thrusting her tits straight out. Her back arched delightfully. Her relief was almost a sexual feeling. She flipped her clit with the piss soaked digit.
“What a waste!” I joked. I stood before Harsha. My cock was inches from her pretty face. “Hurry up, Harsha, I’ve gotta go too!”. “I don’t know how I’m going to aim this at the toilet, though.”
Harsha rocked back from my raging piss hard-on. She allowed me to see her golden shower and her finger action. She used the other hand to heft my nuts and caress my manhood. “You really know how to use this thing” Complimented Harsha. “I’d never had such an incredible orgasm!”
“You’re pretty good yourself!” I returned. “Here, let me help.” I crouched down and ran my fingers through her splashing piss as the last few dribbles squirted. I slid one big finger up pussy and swirled it around, and slowly, deliberately pulled it out. Her and some of my juices covered the finger. I held it up for her to look at and then inched it closer to her face.
She sat perfectly still. Her eyes were wide as she examined it. She licked her lips. Her tongue extending lewdly toward the forbidden sauce. “I will if you will.” She whispered with a catty smile, looking me in the eye.
I had no qualms about such things. This moisture was the result of fantastic love making, and therefore, must be good. The aroma of the sauce was enticing. I snaked my tongue out to its full length. Her eyes widened in surprise. Our tongues met on both sides of the slimy finger and lapped and shared the mixture. Then I slid the finger into her mouth. She sucked it like a cock. Her tongue flicked over it playfully. She slid her hand into her crotch for a fresh batch of the sauce. While she sucked greedily. She held her finger under my nose. I sucked it greedily. The same as if I’d been sucking her firm tits.
I said, “I’m sorry, but I gotta go now!”. My cock was an angry red color and the bladder was painfully full.
May be she liked to control a helpless man. “What if I don’t want to move, big boy?” She teased, squeezing my balls. Ooh. what a bitch.
“Then I guess I’ll piss in the shower!”
I closed my eyes and he released his golden stream at the slick tiled surface of the shower wall. She said “I always wanted to watch a man piss”. And she crept to the side and slid her hand around my spraying organ. I stopped, and when I looked down and saw Harsha holding my penis. With a sly smile, I said “Go ahead, Harsha.You can control it, if you want.” and released the stream for her.
She jacked my penis slowly, watching the stream change and slow. “Oh, look!” She murmured softly. She lightly pinched the flow off, and released it several times. Her curiosity had her in control. She was mesmerized by the spitting snake in her little hand. She pinched the flow and slid around in front of me. Releasing the golden stream slowly, his piss showered her petite breasts. She squirted her protruding nipples. The warm liquid ran over her flat belly and dribbled from her distended cunt lips. She arched her back and aimed the spray directly at her pussy. She looked like she was worshipping my penis. Her eyes were frozen on the cock. Her eyes partially closed. Her mouth hung open.
I slowly held her hair and slowly pulled her sweet face toward my pissing member. I could tell she wanted to taste the liquid, but was in another world. I slowly put a finger to her lips and opened her mouth as I pulled her in front of my cock. The stream splashed from her pussy – up her front – up her long thin neck – and finally on her chin, into her mouth. She thrust my cock into her mouth while it still sprayed its final drops. The final drops shot into the lovely slut’s lips like loads of cum. She let it run back out of her lips and down her front.
Then I turned on the shower, adjusted the spray to cover them both. The warm clean water ran down both of us. She continued to allow the water to flow into her mouth until the acidy flavor of his piss was washed away, then she slowly slid my cock into her throat. I felt as if it slid past her tonsils. I could feel her throat muscles milking the head of my cock as her tongue slithered over the shaft and balls.
Harsha pushed three long fingers into her pulsating pussy. Her little finger brushed her puckered anus. She it into her nether opening. All her fingers were working on her crotch. Her thumb flipped her little clit. Her head bobbed back-and-forth along my cock. Her other hand was busy massaging my balls and cock. The warm shower water made us slick. She slid a finger into the crack of my hairy ass, stimulating the little anus.
Oh Boy. I felt an electric shock run from my ass hole to the tip of the dick, which was buried in the beauty’s throat. “Shit!” I exclaimed. “That’s it, Harsha! Suck that cock!” I saw her frigging herself in the full length mirror in the shower. and I couldnt hold it anymore.
The first shot went straight down her throat. She savored it. Then she slid the cock back to catch the rest of the sexual elixir on her tongue. “Umm!” She hummed. Her fingers danced inside her ass and pussy. She slid her finger into my musty hole causing my orgasm to continue. Her tapered legs flexed as her orgasm washed over her. Her mouth bulged with my sticky load, and she began to swallow. Some of the milky liquid overflowed her dainty lips and drooled out around my cock, dribbling onto her tits. Her own juices filled her palm as she mashed her fingers into her holes.
She sucked and licked the last dribbles of my cream. She looked at me as she ran her tongue over the head. Her sultry look made my cock jump again. I could see a stray blob of cum on her tongue.
She held her sex-slick fingers to my face. I sniffed and sucked them. My tongue played over her hand. Then I took her face in his hands and shared a long french kiss. I almost could taste myself in her mouth as my tongue fought with hers.
Then I lowered his lips to her cum covered nipples and sucked them clean. Then I returned to her with the mixture, and shared it in another long kiss. “God woman!” I whispered, “You’re fucking great!”
Me and Harsha stood and washed in the warm shower spray. My hands playing over her soapy-slick skin. She rubbed her slippery tits and body against mine. We frolicked in the spray for a few minutes, mixing with playful caresses in the afterglow of their sexual satiation. Harsha grabbed two thick towels. She threw one at me and exclaimed, “I am so hungry now, I could eat a horse!” Toweling her thin body. “Come in the kitchen to eat something when you’re done. You have no idea what I can with whipped cream.”