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Manju Turns Into Full Time Slut Chapter 4

Prakash shares the Slut with his client - orgy spills over.

The night was long though the two began the sexual odyssey only at around 1 am soon after she came back that night to him, it was one after another sexual bout, he fucked her in every hole, even her ears and her nose where he released the scum once and again, and last just before dawn he reamed her ass and this time with cream applied on the rectum hole and his cock, he told her "Shuja loves to ream and ream and ream only the ass hole and the only way we can make sure you do not refuse him this hole is to keep it well lubricated, this oily lubricant will keep your hole well cured and healthy."

They barely slept for two hours and the early morning sunlight hit them through the shades and he stirred with his left palm touching her arm pit, which was pretty coarse, the work at the beauty parlour was wearing off and he knew it was important for the slut to go for a complete rehash and treatment immediately, the hotel had the facility though they were known to have males working in the parlor who were capable of doing the job and finishing the job with their cocks inside their female client pussies, it did not matter to him, even if Manju was to fuck one of them, after all she was soon entering the world of fucking clients and she was truly going to be the 'whore' in the exact terms. A 'whore' who will solicit clients for him to get more business. She would entice some women friends who will work with her to form the 'harem' and all that would go a long way in helping Prakash and his business, besides Shuja he was expecting the chief of the Riactive Info Systems, Singapore based company, Tom was responsible for making Prakash the entrepreneur he was today, more unsuccessful than successful, and now needed Manju to do the sexual manipulation.

She woke up and kissed him with her raw lips, locked for a while and both allowed the pungent orifices to mingle with each other for quite a while, both were completely naked, not a stitch of cloth on her and him both, slowly draping the bed sheet, she reached the toilet and cleaned her self, meanwhile he ordered room service, they needed breakfast and as soon as she returned, he took her place in the toilet, and while he was inside, there was a call from the reception, Shuja had arrived.

They quickly finished the breakfast, and she was made to rush to the parlour in the hotel. Given the instructions, she knew how and when to accost Shuja, the timing had to be accurate and well timed, it had to work for them, Prakash wanted to use the fuck that he would provide to Shuja with Manju help him completely to get the business in the whole country, VAD and no longer just the VAR role restricted to just Bangalore. She left and with some work yet to be finished, Prakash took some more time before appearing in the lounge to meet Shuja, "Hey Prakash, this is great did not expect to meet you like this, I was surprised when you told me you are staying here, anyone else here with you?"

There wasa twinkle in his eyes and that told him that the man of just 40 years who had lost him wife recently at the Tsunami tragedy was looking for some good female body. " Am tired man, Emoly had to rush back to Gorky, her father took ill. We will be together in Moscow soon when I am there for the next meeting with Chamber of Commerce but till such time, need some nice company, can you help, where is that woman who used to work for you, man, Manjee what?"

"Manju......ha ha ha ha ha ha 'Prakash laughed, "You have not forgotten her?"

"Oh mannnn, she is lovely and she is sexy, is she still around" and he saw her, wearing a low skirt reaching the knees and a white top and it was obvious she was not on with a bra ? Shuja could not take his eyes off her, "Isn't she that girl, she was with you at your office right? She is Manju?"

Prakash reached for Shuja and touched his arm, and nodded, " Uhmmmm, she is with me here for the last 2 days and nights"

"You bastard-----lucky bastard..........you must have fucked in all her holes. Mannnn - I want her.....can I be introduced to her.....will you allow me time with her..............?" Shuja was getting hungry.

"Sure ? but need the VAD agreement firmed up this time, ok Shuja?" Prakash did not lose his cool. He wanted a tooth for the tooth. Or better be said, Pastry for a chocolate.

"Ok ? deal ? she will be with me for the next 3 days" and Shuja got up to go the bar. Manju came and sat next to Prakash and raised her hand to show the armpit, she was very sexy and the cavity looked cleaned up cpmpletely. "Biswas ? the massseur fucked me ? could not say not to him, will share the story with you later." Manju whispered clearing the upper lip with her fingers.

"Oh my..." Prakash choked, an erection quickly forming in his jeans. "Uhh... let me go get Shuja first. I'm sure he will be very interested to meet you."

Her ex boss turned and ran off like a bullet, toward the bar. Manju smiled on the front porch, knowing that not only was she about to conquer another stranger, but that she was also the queen tease and nymphomaniac of all Banaswadi in Bangalore. Seconds later, a handsome looking, dark-haired man suddenly appeared, Manju was creaming knowing how he looked at kept staring at him up and down, then gave a big sexy smile.

Prakash appeared almost immediately thereafter, also having run to the door. "Shuja, this is Manju. Manju, Shuja."

The 40-year-old no stranger to her and she was no stranger to him smiled at the Tamil slut sweetheart Prakashding before him. "My..." he said, eyeing her fantastic body. "Prakash told me all about you this morning, and told me about how.. his words did not do you any justice. You're even sexier than he said you were. You're a princess!" Manju giggled and looked at him. "I know."

"Is it true, honey?" the man said. "Are you really the delicious food which every man's below the stomach would find irresistible??"

Manju paused, then slowly nodded her head. "All true."

"I'd like to get to know you better," Shuja told her, extending his hand outward. Manju took it, and then was gently pulled into the big man's arms.

"I'll pay off the bar bill" Prakash said, very excited. "Shuja, you take her up to my bedroom. I'll be there in a second."

Manju and Shuja ran up the staircase which led to the room. Once there, Shuja was surprised at the woman's aggressiveness. She immediately dropped to her knees, and started unbuttoning his trousers and sliding them downward. The man gasped in lust as Manju ripped both his pants and briefs down and off, just after getting rid of his socks. The slut licked her lips at the sight of his impressive erection, which was about 9 inches in length and very thick in diameter. She then reached out and placed both hands upon the base of his cock, and encircled it with her sleek fingers. Shuja moaned at her warm, gentle touch.

Manju opened her mouth and slipped the man's cock between her moist, red lips. She took half of him inside and then closed her lips around his thick tool, while tightening her grip on its base with both hands.

Slowly, she began to move her head back and forth, in a continual motion. Prakash ran up the steps and stopped in his tracks at the doorway, mesmerized by the Tamil slut on her knees as she gave his best friend an expert blowjob. Shuja looked over at Prakash and moaned, then offered a lustful expression ? conveying the powerful feelings which Manju's mouth was giving him. Prakash watched Manju intently as she worked on Shuja's cock, while whisking his own clothes off in the process.

Prakash got rid of his shirt and jeans, followed by his briefs, then went over to the bed and started masturbating at the sight just before him. Prakash strongly pumped his own cock with his right hand, knowing he would soon get a turn with Manju. Shuja had never received a blowjob so good. He was sure of that. Not only was her technique excellent, but Manju also displayed great hunger and enthusiasm the entire time. Never before had he experienced a woman who offered so much emotion and desire when sucking a man's cock. Shuja could easily tell that Manju enjoyed this just as much as he did.

No longer being able to contain himself, Shuja screamed in ecstasy as his cock shot off in Manju's mouth.

The slut locked her lips around his shaft, and busily swallowed and guzzled down his entire load. She slowly moved her mouth away, but gave Shuja's cock a sweeping lick to put an exclamation mark on her oral work. Still on her knees, Manju looked over at Prakash, and moaned. His cock was fully erect, and it stuck straight up in the air as he busily pumped and whacked away at it. Quickly, Manju stood and slipped her skirt and panty down. Then she scurried over to Prakash, who was on the bed, and straddled him. Extremely horny, Manju lowered her pussy to his stiff cock.

Prakash helped her, grabbing her hips and pulling her down as well. "OOOOOH!" the slut screamed in lust, as Prakash's rock-hard shaft slid up into the hot, moist folds of her tight pussy. The man kept his strong hands on her ass, and made her start to bounce up and down upon his powerful erection. Manju wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, and continued to scream in passion. She buried the side of her face against his shoulder - knowing that the trip over here today was well worth it.

Prakash mauled her ass with his hands and fingers as he moved her up and down, his cock already slick and gooey ? thanks to the juices in Manju's boiling pussy. In return, the slut mashed her large breasts against Prakash's chest, although she still had the kurti on, and no bra underneath. "FUCK ME HARDER!" Manju screamed against Prakash's shoulder."FUCK! YOUR COCK! IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD! FUCK! COCK!HARDER! PLEASE! PLEASE! I WANT IT HARDER!"

Meanwhile, Shuja watched from the floor in absolute, utter amazement.

He could not wait to get his hands on that hot, vociferous young beauty.

His cock was hard yet again ? he especially wanted to invade her pussy, as Prakash currently was. Prakash wrapped his arms around Manju's back and picked her up, then turned her around and laid her down upon the bed. He quickly mounted her in the missionary position, and resumed thrusting his cock in and out of her sweet pussy.

Manju kept screaming at him. She was very vocal when it came to sex - especially when the action was rough. Prakash had changed positions because he wanted to shoot his scum into her pussy.

He thought it would be much easier to do so with Manju underneath him, instead of on top of him. Prakash growled as his cock exploded in her, filling and flooding her pussy with creamy, gooey fuck juice. Manju cried out in lust and closed her eyes tightly, her head furiously rocking from side to side. Prakash collapsed on top of her and breathed in heavy gasps, satisfied - for the moment.

Manju embraced him, and then placed her lips close to his ear and whispered, "I brought some K-Y Jelly with me in my purse - lubricant - so you can fuck me better in the ass." Prakash stirred and moaned on top of her, her statement registering in his chaotic, lust-crazed mind.

"Care if I sample her, Prakash?" came Shuja's voice. Both Manju and Prakash looked behind them, at Shuja. He stood at the foot of the bed, his cock hard and erect.

"Have a blast with her," Prakash smiled.

Manju wiggled out from underneath Prakash's body and then strolled over to Shuja. Rested and prepared, Shuja reached out and stroked her breasts through the kurti and bra underneath. Manju closed her eyes and moaned at his touch, but then quickly whisked the kurti up and over he head. Shuja immediately hugged her to him, and undid the clasp which held her bra together in back. It fell to the floor and except for her shoes and socks, Manju was now nude too.

"Damn..." Shuja moaned as he cupped and squeezed her plump, 36d-sized breasts - amazed at how spectacular and divine they looked, and felt. They were firm and shaped like huge melons, and there was absolutely no sag in them. Her nipples were very large and rounded, with each thick tip in the center protruding out about a half-inch.

Manju giggled as she looked down and watched the man paw and grope her breasts. Then, she looked back up at him. "Hey..." came her teasing voice, "this is better than some boring football game. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Damn right I agree!" Shuja gasped, lost in passion. The slut moaned as Shuja bent completely at the waist and closely inspected her moist pussy with his face and eyes. A shudder of excitement went through her as she felt his hot breath on both her clit and pussy.

"Oooooh..." she cooed, as his tongue darted out and swiped her damp clit.

"Hey Shuja..." came Prakash's voice. Manju and Shuja looked at Prakash, who now stood beside the bed. "You know how Sheela sometimes likes to have both her ass and pussy fucked at the same time, by two different men?" "Yeah," he smiled, the thought going through his mind. "This little slut here - Manju - she likes it too." The Tamil slut smiled at his words, and then noticed a tube of anal lubricant in his hand. "Tell you what, Shuja. You take her down to the floor and fuck her pussy, and I'll fuck her ass from behind. Sound good?"

"You bet!" Shuja exclaimed.

"Is that my lubricant?" Manju walked over and whispered while he gave her a kiss on the lips. "No baby, it's not yours. But my wife and I have a ton of this stuff." He held the tube up. It was called Kamasutra gel. "Is that as good as K-Y Jelly?" Manju asked. "I mean, I don't want my ass to hurt for the rest of the week. Already have been through the ass reaming all through the night and morning"

Shuja laughed at her nasty, but sincere question. "We have never experienced any problems with it." He paused and then asked, "How many times have you had anal sex?"

Manju smiled. She had back door sex countless times in the past. "I don't know, exactly," came her reply.

Manju squealed in delight as Shuja pulled her down to the carpeted floor with him. Shuja got onto his back and then held Manju as she positioned herself over his stiff cock. Manju looked back at Prakash and moaned as she watched him slide the anal lubricant over his fingers.

Her face whipped back around and looked down at Shuja as he pulled her hips down, his stiff erection sliding up into her damp, hungry pussy. Once lodged in her pussy, Shuja reached up and grabbed Manju's shoulders, then pulled her down to him for a heated mouth-to-mouth kiss. Seated on his cock and leaning over completely, her breasts touching Shuja's chest, Manju's round ass was upturned and pointing right in the direction of Prakash.

The Tamil slut shrieked in delight as she felt three fingers on her tight anus, rubbing and smearing lubricant over it. Prakash put more of the gel on his forefinger, coating it, and then slid it directly into Manju's tight rosebud. She gasped and her body jerked beneath him, and then he pulled out.

A few more helpings of lubricant in, on and around her anus...and Prakash was ready for invasion. Though Shuja kept her upper body against his with his strong embrace, Manju managed to wiggle around, and bounce up and down upon his hard cock. The sight was very erotic to Prakash, as he could look down and easily see Shuja's stiff prick lodged in her pussy, its outer lips clutching him tightly.

Prakash got onto his knees and moved up behind Manju. With both hands, he reached out and grabbed each side of her shapely ass. After holding that position for awhile, he fisted his cock with one hand, and then very slowly, pushed it inside her puckered rosebud. Prakash placed his hand on her hip again, and squinted his eyes in both pleasure and pain. He thought her pussy was tight... but her anus was a million times more tight! "FUCK!" Manju screamed, breaking off the kiss with Shuja. She now had the pleasure of two cocks filling her - one in her pussy, and the other in her ass.

Now if there was a third man, so she could have a hard cock to suck on too...Prakash gasped for breath once he finally had his cock all the way in her anus, his balls touching her ass. That was the deepest penetration he could provide, and it simply felt fantastic to both he and Manju.

Shuja tried to latch onto Manju's mouth for another kiss, but her face was now rocking from side to side in a furious manner. He couldn't seem to catch her mouth and kiss it. Manju suddenly buried her face against Shuja's shoulder and screamed very loudly when Prakash began a gentle thrusting into her anus.

He gripped her ass firmly and held it with both hands, still amazed at how tight she felt to him. Overcome with lust himself, Prakash slowly but steadily increased the speed of his thrusts.

He had his head back and eyes closed, simply luxuriating in the feel of this hot, insatiable nymphomaniac beneath him. Shuja, meanwhile, gently pumped his hips upward, pushing his cock further into Manju's pussy. The slut, on the other hand, still had her face buried upon Shuja's broad shoulder, screaming out in passion. She LOVED getting double-fucked. Prakash breathed in short, quick gasps as he was soon filling Manju's anus with deep, powerful thrusts. He looked down and watched his cock slide in and out of her rosebud, his hands tightly gripping her hips, while pounding her for all he was worth. Shuja had finally caught Manju's mouth, and was kissing her flush on it.

But Manju still screamed in lust, now against his forceful, yet passionate kiss.

"Prakash!" erupted a startled, shocked voice.

Prakash, Shuja and Manju all stopped their actions and looked up, only to find Shuja's local babe - Sheela - Prakashding at the door. The Malayali babe dropped both shopping bags as she stared at the sight before her. Shuja was on the floor, his cock lodged up in Manju's pussy as she lay against his chest. Prakash was behind Manju, his cock buried up to his balls in her ass. "Hi honey," Shuja gasped, looking at her. "Honey, we couldn't help it. You remember Manju, from our discussion?" Sheela nodded her head, still shocked at this scene.

Prakash gasped again, Manju's anus clutching his cock like an unforgiving vice. "Honey... Manju came over here today, and said she wanted to have sex with Prakash and me.. You know neither of us could refuse that..." Sheela still stared at the three people before her for a few seconds, then she loosened up and a smile came to her face. "I told you not to get into any trouble when I left for the mall!" she joked, laughing. "I come to the hotel, and I find you fucking this... this..."

"Slut?" Manju grinned, her expression tight, due to the two cocks which were inside her.

"Yes, slut!" Sheela laughed. She wasn't sure whether or not the Tamil slut would like being called a slut. Apparently, Sheela thought, she did not mind. Sheela smiled and added, "What about the football game on TV? You're missing it!"

"We couldn't give a damn about the football game!" Shuja exclaimed, in lust. "Not with this little sweetheart here!"

"Join us, honey," Prakash said to his friend's slut,the gorgeous brown haired pussy smiled once again, then unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. Manju screamed in lust as Prakash pulled back and then thrust deep into her anus again. Sheela quickly took her pearl necklace and gold ear-rings off, placing them on the nearby dresser. She unzipped her knee-length skirt in back and let it fall to the floor, then stepped out of her high-heels. In a flash, her panties and bra were both off, tossed onto the floor. Prakash was pounding Manju again, using brute strength to sink his way in and out of her puckered anus. Shuja's hands were now mauling and cupping her breasts, as she still screamed, voicing her approval for what the two men were doing to her. Sheela wasn't bisexual, but knew that Manju was beautiful. Manju had a spectacular body and a model's face, Sheela said to herself. But at the same time, the 31-year-old Mallu pussy thought she matched up favorably with the younger woman. Sheela's body was just as firm as Manju's and although not as shapely as her counterpart, Sheela considered herself more athletic-looking. Manju was voluptuous. Sheela had the face of an angel and the smile to match, and many people who did not know any better thought she was close to 25 - not 31. In short, Sheela considered Manju to have the look of a typical 'beach Tamil slut'. Sheela thought of her own appearance as more of the 'All-Russian American girl' genre.

She smiled at the sight of Manju, watching the slut get double-fucked by both men. Sheela didn't want to intrude on Manju's moment, so she decided to wait for it to end. Prakash kept churning his prick in and out of Manju's ass, gripping her hips as hard as he possibly could. Shuja still had his hands on her breasts, savagely mauling them, as his cock simply engulfed her soaked pussy. "GONNA CUM!" Prakash suddenly screamed.

"Cum in my ass!" Manju begged him. "IN MY ASS! AAAAASS!" Prakash obliged, burying his cock all the way in her anus and then filling it with hot, sticky sperm. He moaned and gasped against her, still tightly holding her hips, his fuck cream shooting deep into her bowels at a continual rate.

"AAAAAAAASS!" the slut screamed, experiencing an orgasm herself.

She could feel Prakash's cum as it flooded her ass.

Prakash grunted and finally pulled out of her. He fell onto the floor and watched as some of his sperm trickled out of Manju's anus, falling in thick drops upon the carpeted floor. Prakash was a professional carpet cleaner by trade, so he had no problem with the floor being messed up like this. Now that he had her for himself, Shuja made Manju sit up on his burning cock. The Tamil slut placed both hands upon his muscled chest and used it for support, then started to bounce and flop around, his cock filling her soaked pussy. Prakash went off to the restroom to wash up and catch a breather, while Sheela sat on the floor and watched her swinger friend Shuja have his way with Manju. Shuja reached up and still mauled her breasts as Manju rode his cock for all it was worth. She bounced up and down on it, like she was on top of a bucking, wild bull. The Tamil slut had been thoroughly and completely fucked already ? but still wanted more. She wanted a LOT more.

Shuja screamed and growled when his cock erupted in the slut's hot pussy. His sperm shot deep up into her, and both individuals screamed as Manju experienced an orgasm of her own - another one. She lost her balance and fell sideways to the floor, covered with hot perspiration. Manju rolled onto her side and brought a hand down to her pussy, then stroked it with her fingers.

Sheela, meanwhile, immediately went to Shuja once Manju left him, and started to suck and lick the sperm from his cock and balls. She was on her knees hunched over him, her mouth and tongue working furiously to get him clean - and dry. The warm and gooey juice tasted wonderful to her. Sheela gasped and then squealed as she felt a hard cock from behind. Prakash was back, and was now behind her ? pushing his full prick into her pussy, in the doggie-style position. With renewed vigor, Prakash fucked his wife real hard, as she continued to suck and clean the cum from Shuja's cock. Meanwhile, Manju watched off to the side - waiting for the hot encounter to finish. She was all set to fuck - again. Manju stayed at Sheela and Prakash's house for eight hours that day, until 10:00pm at night. She continued to sexually devour Prakash and Shuja - along with Sheela's help - for the remainder of the afternoon.

Prakash had to leave at 5:00pm, to go home to his wife and Shuja could not wait to have Manju and Sheela both turned their full attention upon him. Much like in the porn videos, both women fucked the lucky guy until he was almost unconscious.

Actually, Manju wanted to spend the night with her new stud friend from the beauty parlor in the hotel, but Shuja and Sheela didn't allow her to execute that idea.

Her entire body was caked in dry cum, and her long Tamil slut hair was all messy and gooey, stuck together in thick clumps. Manju just put her clothes on without a shower, saying she liked the feel of dry cum on her body.

"I'll take a shower later, after I get home," she told them. Instead of a good-bye kiss, the nymphomaniac gave Shuja a good-bye blowjob at the front door, as the clock struck 10:00pm. Shuja pulled his prick out of Manju's mouth,and shot his sperm all over her face and hair, giving her another helping of cum. The slut laughed in delight, on her knees, as the juice trickled down onto her kurti.

"I hope to see you tomorrow evening" Shuja said, as he watched the young lady slowly rise to her feet in front of him. "Oh... I'll be here," she promised, just before turning and exiting the house via the front door.

Sheela snuggled up to her paramour and grasped his cock, as both of them watched Manju walk out of the room. "You like her, don't you?" the Mallu pussy smiled at him.

"No!" Shuja mockingly exclaimed, joking. "She's horrible!" He paused and said, "Yes, I like her. She's fantastic."

Manju went home and stripped off her clothes, and stayed nude - her skin caked in cum - for more than three hours. She masturbated with her dildo, remembering all the events from the days gone by.

And she brought herself several more orgasms that evening, fucking herself madly with the dildo.

A little past 1:00am, Manju finally decided to call it a night. She took a quick shower - finally - and then went straight to bed, collapsing in it. "There are more people to fuck," she told herself, just before dozing off to sleep - with a hand between her thighs.

The next morning started differently, Prakash called her over to office and gave her the old job back of his secretary and along with it started the saga of sex at work. She reached well dressed ? and was in her place, On this particular afternoon, Manju was comfortably seated at her desk in the office, busy emailing to one of her out-of-state friends. It was her best way to pass the time, since she had not heard a word out of Prakash all afternoon long. Not concerned with the operation of the company, Manju was just waiting for 5:00pm to come. That was when her shift ended. She figured that by emailing, time would go by a bit faster. Manju, as usual, looked beautiful. She wore a snug-fitting black blouse which had long sleeves, and a black-and-white plaid saree made of cotton. She also had on a pair of black high-heels. Her long, natural black hair was braided very nicely, and her makeup was absolutely perfect.

"Manju?" came Prakash's voice through the intercom system. The young woman recognized that devious tone in his voice. She smiled because of it, while pressing the intercom button before saying, "Yes sir?"

"I need you to take some DICKtation for me."

The smile on Manju's lovely face got even wider. Her day at work had suddenly taken a turn for the better! "Sir, give me a second, and I'll be right in."

In the adjoining office, Prakash turned the intercom system off and then reached for the bulge in his pants. His erection was already at full strength, and it hurt because it strained against his pants. He gave his cock a single pump, adjusting it. Now, he felt a bit more comfortable. "What the hell..." he said out loud, smiling, deciding to unbutton his pants. He pushed his boxers down a bit, and then his hard cock popped out into view. It stuck straight up in the air, like a flagpole. No longer confined, the hurt was gone. Prakash gripped his cock as the door to his office opened, then Manju brought herself and that hot body of hers inside. Prakash pumped himself at the sight of his secretary in her sexy outfit. "Afternoon, sweetheart," he grinned.

"And a good afternoon to you too, sir," she said, closing the door behind her. "Don't worry! No one is going to bother us. I put the 'out to lunch' sign on the front door and locked it. I also turned on the answering machine for anyone who calls." Prakash smiled again, and motioned for his secretary to come closer. She did, sashaying sexily over to him, and then took a seat in his lap. "Oooooh," the slut cooed, looking down and noticing his huge erection. "Is that for me, sir?" She reached down and gave it a gentle pump of her own.

"It sure is," he replied, placing a hand on her hip. "Did I ever tell you that you're my favorite secretary of all time?" Manju smiled at him. "No, but I already knew that. And I also know it's not because of my typing or filing skills."

Her smile became wider. "It's because you're a dirty old man, and I let you do anything you want to me."

"Dirty old man?" he laughed, liking that. "What? I'm 48 and you are 24. But age is just a number. I feel much younger. I believe you gave Shuja whale of a time after I left ? great stuff ? he is expecting you this evening, are you ready?"

She gave his cock another squeeze. "I'm glad you do, sir."

Then, the Tamil slut reclined back just a bit, and starting tugging at the lower half of her blouse. "But you're still a dirty old man. A dirty old man who cheats on his wife of 30-plus years."

Prakash shrugged his shoulders. "If my wife was as hot as you, and as sexually driven as you, maybe I wouldn't cheat on her. But she is almost as old as me, and has no interest in sex any longer. Where do I get my satisfaction, if not from her?"

"From ME," Manju grinned, pumping his hard shaft again.

"I am your little plaything; your personal fuck toy." She kissed the tip of his nose, and giggled. "I'm definitely not worried or upset that you cheat on your wife with me." She shrugged her shoulders and suppressed a laugh. "After all, you're not the only married man I have fucked in my lifetime."

Prakash grinned. "And I likely won't be the last one, either."

Manju pulled her form-fitting blouse over her head and off, exposing her large pair of breasts, and the tiny white bra which concealed them. Prakash reached out and cupped each jug-like globe, enjoying their vast firmness. Manju looked down and watched him massage her breasts for a bit, before finding his mouth for a deep and passionate kiss. The boss and secretary duo wrapped their arms tightly around each other as the kiss became even more extreme and heated. Both tongues played with each other, going from mouth to mouth, as all four hands were in constant motion along shoulders and backs. Manju broke off the kiss so she could began unbuttoning her boss' shirt. Meanwhile, Prakash unhooked her bra behind her back, and whisked it off. He again cupped her breasts, thumbing each thick nipple. Once unbuttoned, Manju pushed his shirt down and let it fall to the floor. Prakash embraced his secretary again, this time roughly, then leaned over and kissed each of her nipples. Manju, meanwhile, maneuvered his pants and boxers lower. Prakash responded by pushing Manju out of his lap and then standing up, letting his his pants and boxers fall to the floor as well. As he stepped out of each, Manju dropped to her knees in front of him and grasped his cock. Prakash moaned and smiled in utter pleasure as he felt her moist lips wrap themselves hotly around his hard erection. "No one can suck cock better than you, sweetheart," he gently told her. "Absolutely no one."

Prakash leaned over and placed his hands upon Manju's back as she stood in her knees in front of him. He caressed her back and then reached lower, all the way to her skirt-clad ass. Bent over now, Prakash tightly gripped and squeezed Manju's sweet ass as her arms were wrapped around his waist, her mouth sucking his cock. The Tamil slut squealed as her boss continued groping and mauling her ass. She rocked back slightly, jutting her backside out, so Prakash could have better access to it. He moaned as she continued blowing him, while undraping the back of her black-and-white saree. He undid all three tiny buttons and then peeled the ultra-tight petticoat open, and down slightly. Prakash then reached inside the back of her petticoat, and rubbed her firm ass and the frilly white panties underneath, just before pushing the skirt off, down to her knees. The woman gyrated her hips in erotic circles as Prakash's hands continued groping away. All the while, Manju had been working on his hard cock, busy sucking and slurping away at it, her head bobbing back-and-forth in front of him. She loved to give head. It was one of her most favorite activities to take part in. If Manju could suck off every single man in the entire world, she would be very happy. Prakash decided to take a seat in his office chair, and Manju followed him, her mouth never leaving his erection. Prakash looked down and admired the sight of Manju. Her lips formed a big 'O' around his cock, as her brown eyes shined in delight up at him.

She simply had a lovely face; a gorgeous face, and her long, stylish Tamil slut hair framed it perfectly. And the rest of her shapely, taut body was absolutely divine to Prakash. It looked even better now, since she was nearly nude. All that remained on her were the high-heels and panties. Manju's head continued bobbing, now over his cock, as her right hand started to pump its base.

"I love your cock, sir," she said, taking it out and offering a long lick in the open air. "I just love it!"

"I love you," Prakash groaned lowly, not loud enough for her to hear him. He smiled down at her, giving her a reply. He did love her. If not for his wife, Prakash wouldn't mind taking Manju home and using her as his full-time fuck doll. She was every single thing which he had ever fantasized about in a woman. Manju took his cock back into her mouth and resumed her sucking action. Prakash countered by rubbing her shoulders and neck, his fingers digging erotically into her skin. He also started thrusting his hips upward each time Manju's mouth went on a down stroke. "Come here, honey," he said, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her up, her mouth leaving his cock. He reached out and quickly slid her panties down and off, then spread his legs in the chair and grasped his erection, so it pointed straight up. Manju stepped astride his outstretched legs and then took a seat herself, his hard cock sliding right up into her wet pussy.

"Oh, sir!" the slut moaned loudly, as she started to bounce up-and-down upon his thick shaft. She used his shoulders for support as he reached out and again mauled her breasts with both hands. Prakash slumped lower in the chair, almost to the point when he was laying on it, his knees bent and feet on the carpet.

"You're incredible, sweetheart," the boss moaned up at his secretary, watching her large breasts flop about as she bounced upon his erection. He had a perfect view, able to watch his cock disappear and then re-appear between her thighs, in a continual pattern. His hardness filled the slut's tight pussy, bringing her wonderful and erotic sensations of passion.

"You're incredible too, sir!" Manju squealed, full of lust. Prakash smiled and grasped her hips, hoping to make her bouncing motion faster and harder. He was successful, and it only brought more pleasure to each person. Prakash then gripped and squeezed her ass, mauling it, and continued the assistance with her bouncing. "FUCK SIR!" Manju screamed, as she felt one of his fingers pressing hard against her puckered anus.

Prakash gasped and smiled up at her. "You like that, baby?"

"FUCK YES!" she boomed, quickly losing her modesty (not that this slut had much to begin with). "OHHHHH! Keep fucking me!"

"You nasty, foul-mouthed little bitch," Prakash smiled, slapping her hip with his hand. "Someone needs to wash your mouth out!"

"Yeah," she exclaimed, "with cum!" Manju moaned very loudly and then added, "Will you do that for me, sir? Cum in my mouth?"

"Anything you want," he said, laboring to keep up with the fast-paced sex action. "I'll let you know when I'm ready, baby."

"SIRRRRR!" the slut cooed, his cock pounding her insides.

"You're nothing but a bimbo!" Prakash exclaimed, enjoying the leniency to degrade her. Manju liked being talked down to. "You're so much a bimbo, your only worry is who you fuck next!"

"I'm thinking about that right now!" Manju laughed, still bouncing up-and-down wildly. The action between them was so serious and extreme that each time Manju went on a downstroke, her ass made a hard SLAPping noise as it pounded his hips. "Up against the wall!" Prakash exclaimed, hoping a change of sexual position would let him last a bit longer before orgasm. Manju complied, quickly slipping off his hips and going over to the wall. Still in the pair of high-heels, she placed both hands against the wall and leaned over, jutting her ass outward. Prakash quickly moved up behind her and grasped her hips, and started thrusting his cock into her pussy, once again. "FUCKING SLUT!" he screamed, losing himself in the heat of the moment. The sight of Manju bent at the waist and grabbing the wall as he fucked her pussy from behind made him feel even more excited than before.

Prakash loved this position, having the ability to grab her ass and pound his pelvis against it, while his cock infiltrated her insides. This was also a good position for anal sex, he thought. Prakash wanted the mutual fucking action to continue, but just couldn't hold himself in much longer. Orgasm was imminent, and he could already tell that it was going to be a powerful one.

"I'm gonna CUM!" he screamed, still thrusting his cock in and out of her soaked pussy. Manju immediately turned around and dropped to her knees, and fastened her lips around his trembling cock. Her fingers kneaded his balls as her mouth and tongue worked on his shaft, causing it to suddenly erupt, quicker than expected. Manju gagged and then smiled as his thick, gooey sperm shot into her awaiting, thirsty mouth. Prakash closed his eyes tight and moaned in pure lust as the Tamil slut slut beneath him busily slurped and swallowed his rich load down her throat.

He looked down and noticed her piercing brown eyes staring right back up at him. He smiled at the sight, completely lost in lust with his very own "Tickle-Me-Manju Doll".

"Oh, sir..." Manju moaned as Prakash took a seat on the floor beside her. He brought his lips to hers and kissed her, not at all concerned that her mouth was coated with his own cum. Prakash then reached out and embraced his secretary, holding her close.

"I got this private beach house down the coast, Shuja loved you the other day and with Sheela also gone back to kerala, he needs you and both of us can have fun, need to sign up the VAD with hi," he told her. "How would you like it if we went down there for a weekend?"

"A weekend?" she asked softly, thinking. "I'll have to ask Robert, my husband, but I'm sure will make it up since I'll be with you. Shuja will be a good thing to have, we know what goes on between the two of us here, you know. But could you both last for the weekend, sir?" She smiled sweetly at him. "I may wear you out the first night."

Prakash grinned as well. "Don't worry, I won't wear out that easily. Shuja will be prepared for an entire weekend with you."

Manju kissed his shoulder and said, "Instead of calling it a beach house, we'll be able to call it a fuck house!"

And after what happened at the beach house, the statement Manju made was very accurate.

Chapter 4