Chiman thought she had an eminently fuckable face. He enjoyed watching her give him head. She was very good at it. Best of all, she loved to suck a good cock more than anything else.

He chuckled softly, his head bent, watching her suck him off in Jayant’s office. He stood with his feet apart, one hand on his hip, the other on her head, rocking it back and forth as he pumped his hips at her face. She was terrific and it was all he could do to stop from creaming in her mouth. Her sari hung low and her blouse was open except for the last button. Her head moved sensuously back and forth, and her lips and teeth and tongue doing magical things to his swollen, hot, bursting cock. Her fingers were curled lovingly about his thick, dark, swollen, throbbing, vein-ridged shaft.

She was pretty, with a nice oval face and long, silky hair, her mouth wide and slightly pouting, the skin utterly clear and flawless, the nose straight, not too thin, the eyes small and wide and sensual. Her voice was soft and musical and erotic. Her body was fleshy and soft. Her breasts were superb, big and firm and sloping, luscious mounds with long nipples and bright aureoles. Her belly curved out, and her hips were heavy. She wore saris with blouses cut in a deep V to show her superb cleavage. Chiman liked teasing her. Her principal job at the office was to service the men, whoever wanted her, whenever. Chiman liked to catch her alone and steal a kiss and to grope her splendid breasts, even when he hadn’t booked time with her. She always welcomed him. She found him sexy. He was lean and dark, with a face that was far from handsome. But he was well-built and endowed with a long, thick cock and he enjoyed fucking her, especially in the mouth, and that was all that mattered to her.

The peon gasped and flung his head back. He rocked her head rapidly back and forth, his hips swinging. His swollen penis glistened as it went in and out of her distended mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder and harder on his penis. Her tongue coiled and swirled incessantly around his cock-head. She caressed his balls and anus sexily with her fingertip. The musky taste of his pre-cum gunk aroused her, and she felt her cunt begin to ooze its love juice. She hoped he would come in her mouth. She loved fresh, hot jizz. She flipped up her petticoat and thrust a hand between her legs and began to masturbate.

Chiman groaned softly, his mouth hanging open, his head bent, watching her in fascination. Her head rolled and she sucked sharply on his cock and he hissed, his belly snapping inward. Her lips and fingers were sticky with his pre-cum gunk. He watched her smear her breasts with it and lick her fingers lasciviously. She loved its taste and odour. It was headier than any drug. She flicked her long braid over her front and wound the soft hair over his cock-shaft, running it under his balls and between his legs, fondling his anus softly and gently even as she sucked harder on his penis.

“Yeh O C’mon Varsha O suck it! Suck it harder, bitch O c’mon, slut, do it!” he gasped.

The obscenities excited her. She caressed her breasts through her blouse, squeezing the turgid mounds, rolling them in her hands. The sight was too much for him, and he jerked his cock out of her mouth and thrust it down her cleavage, gasping as the hot flesh of her breasts enveloped his cock. He began to fuck her breasts, and she kissed and licked his hard belly, squeezing her breasts in a taut sheath over his cock. He could feel the contrasting cold of her mangalsutra against his burning cock. He fucked her mouth again, groaning with pleasure, gasping as he pumped his hips at her face, his hand moving her head back and forth. It was wonderful to feel her electric tongue curling and coiling lovingly round and round his cock-head, flipping at it, her tongue striking it in a drumming rhythm as her lips drew him in deeply, released him, sucked harder again. Abruptly, he stepped back.

Concealing her disappointment, Varsha turned on all fours and knelt before him like a bitch in heat, her butt proffered in sensual invitation to his cock. Gasping, Chiman dropped to his knees behind her and parted the creamy lobes of her buttocks. She moaned softly as he fingered and caressed her anus gently, his hand dipping lower to her sopping cunt-lips. He slid his finger into her crack, and she moaned thickly, her cunt spasming on his finger. He masturbated her rapidly, first with one finger, then two, then a third, and finally a fourth, jerking his fingers in and out of her cunt. She gasped, lurching back and forth on all fours.

Chiman bent steeply and thrust his face between her thighs. His long tongue snaked into the dark valley of her buttocks. He found her anus, and his tongue rolled around the puckered flesh. She gasped and jerked forward. He dragged his tongue tortuously slowly downward and began to tongue-fuck her cunt, his fingers still wriggling and dancing in the hot, wet flesh within. Her cunt oozed delicious droplets of love juice, and he lapped it, his tongue flickering rapidly back and forth and up and down in her slit. Varsha moaned, her body undulating in heavy, sensual waves, her breasts and the mangalsutra swinging gently.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Lick me, O lick my slit, Chiman, O ohhh that’s so good!”

He chuckled softly and drove his tongue deeper into her cunt. She gasped and reared. He flipped over onto his back and tongue-fucked her in earnest. She flung her head back, her hands on her breasts, crushing them sensuously, her hips writhing on his face.

Chiman split her buttocks open and probed her anus. She groaned and reached back to jerk his erect cock.