Kartik met Naira by chance. He never expected this, she was really quiet and he thought it's because she was married. He still wanted to fuck her though. Fuck her hard. Since he saw her at the party for his best mate, Eshan. That night she had on black stockings with a cute pink dress that dipped just right at the front of her chest. Her hair flowing until her waist, a little fringe down the front. She looked like a little girl in that damn thing. He laughed to himself because he cannot imagine how she thought that was sexy and not just cute.
"Hi Kartik? Eshan asked me to get you, he wanted to hand over some documents for the meeting tomorrow he won't be able to attend because well, he's apparently too drunk."
He couldn't fucking believe his ears. She spoke to him. That sweet voice melting his heart because she had no idea the dirty thoughts going through his mind. How he wanted to turn around grab her by her hair and force her into the passenger seat, lift her dress up and fuck her. Just fuck her as she tried to scream in pleasure from his cock going in and out of her.
"Kartik? Kartik?"
"Yes, Naira, I'll come get the documents. Lead the way"
Naira tried to keep her composure. Smelling his cologne she wanted for him to make a move. Any move. Just say something to break the silence and show he was little interested in her. Then she saw his reflection in the mirror on the wall as they passed the hallway into Eshan's study. He kept staring at her ass. This was her chance to give him a good show. She dropped the key to the floor so she could bend over and pick it up. Feeling bold from the alcohol she had earlier, Naira stopped just a slight distance from his cock and bent down. She pressed into his cock, feeling the thickness through his pants and her dress. Picking the key up she continued to walk as if nothing happened.
He couldn't believe what she had just done. No less in front of possible guests who could have seen them. He wanted to let her know that behaviour wouldn't satisfy him.
"So this is the envelope that.... Kartik STOP, NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
Kartik pushed her to the couch in the corner of the study room, and kissed her. He was hungry and she knew her trick had worked. His mind went wild as he though about all the things he wanted to do to her. Kissing was the beginning.
After he broke the kiss, he removed her dress and she was beneath him in her waist high stockings, and hot pink bra. She had a sensual 36C cup- perfect for his mouth. He removed one strap and ran his tongue over her nipple. Spitting and licking on it until she couldn't take anymore. She looked as if she would cum at any moment.
"Do you like this, Naira? Do you enjoy teasing my cock?"
He grabbed her by her hair and placed her stomach down on the wooden desk. He spread her legs apart over the corner of the desk with her ass perfectly in the air so he can start his work.
Five spanks in and Naira was moaning for more. His cock was filled with precum that was causing a massive stain on his pants. She was still on her stomach, one hand behind rubbing his cock.
Kartik now felt that he was being too dominating with her and asked "Naira, it's fine for me if you can be the dominatrix for some time."
Naira slowly got up from the table and started unbuttoning his shirt. "You are too sweet, Kartik.You aren't turned-off by anal/saliva play and the likes, are you?"
"Not at all, infact I would love it", he said with sparkling eyes.
By that time, she had managed to strip him down to his underwear. She herself was just in her black G-string, showing the full view of her voluptous ass to Kartik
