Hello XIS readers. This is Indian Zeus back with another hot story. For those of you not familiar with me, I hail from Bangalore and am 28 years old. I am 6 foot 2, tall, dark and handsome with an athletic ripped body.
My colleague Rashmi sucked my dick under the kurta after a corporate party in the riskiest situation. Her drunk husband had blacked out beside her from alcohol. Never had I come so hard in a woman’s mouth.
The leading lady in the story is called Rashmi. She’s 26 years old, newly married, with a fit body. She was 5’7, with a petite waist, medium-sized boobs, and a fat ass. She looked like Shobita Dhulapia in body comparison.
And the most seductive part about this Delhi chick was her curly hair. It was short and ended right above her shoulders. She looked like she came right out of my fantasy. A fierce-looking fair lady, exactly the kind I like to make into a submissive slut.
Everyone in the office used to stare at her ass as she walked the bay. She was never shy to show ample cleavage and used to walk with a jiggle in her ass. I wondered how hard I would spank it if I got the chance.
About six months into her marriage, there was a corporate party at a hotel where the theme was ethnic wear, and it was an all-out party where we could get the family along.
She was in another team, but we used to sit in the same bay. So we did know each other but not to a very good extent. We used to exchange pleasantries and have had occasional coffee with common friends but nothing more. All that changed on that fateful day.
Since it was an ethnic party, I wore a kurta. Tall, fit men in kurtas look amazing. I got quite a few compliments along the way. But the stunner was Rashmi. She walked in with a yellow lehenga, with a small sleeveless yellow blouse that showed very good cleavage.
Right from that moment, my eyes were on her. She walked in with her husband, who looked like a rich, out-of-shape, affluent guy she might have married for money. She would not settle for a guy like that without money.
Luckily, I was alone since I had not brought any family along. We 3 and a few more colleagues got seated at a common table. We exchanged pleasantries, and the husband was a very affluent businessman in the city.
There was alcohol, and while talking, I noticed she had a belly button piercing, something I’d never seen before. My dick twitched. It looked so hot. She might have caught me once while looking at it, but I quickly turned away.
As the night went and more alcohol was consumed, her husband was kind of out of line. He was one of those ‘I’ll do anything because I’m rich’ kind of dudes with small dick energy. This greatly bothered her. She was embarrassed, to say the least.
On the dance floor, he used to fall on different women, and she had to apologize. The dance floor was in a dark room with party lights. Like the ones, we see in clubs. I was helping her control him, which started the night’s story. He was a creep, but it worked in my favour.
When acting out of control, he sometimes pushed his wife onto me. I held her waist and acted as if it was a spontaneous move. My finger flicked her belly button. She didn’t give any reaction, but I knew it turned her on.
Me – I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.
Her – I know. I’m just so embarrassed. I want to die. My husband has no idea how to carry himself.
Me – I understand. Let him be for now. I’m sure he’ll sober down. Plus, he shouldn’t be the only one having fun. Why don’t you loosen up and get grooving?
She accepted the idea. She didn’t want to babysit him. She had a few more drinks and forgot about him. She and I were having fun vibing. I held her waist from time to time. Whenever she moved, her boobs jiggled in her small blouse. My eyes were fixed on that.
Sometimes she squeezed her boobs, knowing it was turning me on. At the same time, we had to go back and forth to ensure the husband was also fine. He had one too many drinks and passed out on a chair. We danced for a few more songs. Then decided to leave.
She needed help getting her husband in the cab. I agreed to tag along with them as I stayed nearby. When we got out, it was raining. From the hotel exit to get into the car, we got drenched. We had to manage the fat-ass husband and get him in first. We got wet a bit.
The passed-out bastard slept on one end. Rashmi was in the middle, and I was on the other end. We were wet, and her body was so seductive in that situation. Water droplets dripped from her neck to her cleavage, and I stared slyly. I got a slight boner.
It was an hour-long ride, given that it’s Bangalore, with rain and traffic. We both were still tipsy.
Her – You’ve been super helpful today. I don’t know what I’d do without you. With my husband first, and also, you helped me relax is also appreciated.
Me – Don’t worry, the pleasure is all mine.
I gave a small shoulder bump while looking at her boobs.
Her – I bet. You can’t seem to take your eyes off my twins.
Me – You’re making it very hard not to.
Her – I can see what’s hard and what’s not.
She pointed to the bulge in my pants.
Me – Side effects of having a girl that fits my fantasy in a drenched state beside me.
I proceeded to tell my kink for short curly hair ladies. I was way out of line. But since we both were tipsy and I had helped her, I guess I could push my luck.
Her – Is that so? I guess the belly button must also be a turn-on for you. Funny how your hand kept nudging it on the dance floor.
Me – Haha, I guess that didn’t fly under your radar.
Her – Nothing ever does. Thank God you’re as hot as you are. I wouldn’t let anyone else do that.
Me – Yeah? I wonder what else you’ll let me do.
Her – Try and find out.
Since the husband was blacked out, I took my chances. The cab driver was also a local guy who couldn’t understand what we were talking about. I got bold. I asked her to keep her big bag on her thigh, which would block the driver’s view.
I took my hands around her waist and pinched her navel. She shrugged but didn’t make any sound as we were in a cab. I slowly traced my index finger around her navel. Made my way to her belly button and pulled on it.
It made her hot, but also it hurt her. She gave me a naughty smile at me. I got bold and started sliding my hands on her legs over her lehenga. The bag still covered the view. But if he had paid attention, he’d know we were doing something.
The risk factor got us both hornier. I was touching her thighs, squeezing it over the lehenga. I squeezed her boobs over her dress. Very short squeezes, as the driver might see. But this turned her on very much. She was getting into her slutty zone.
Her – You’re quite daring. I like that. You’re making me feel like I’m in my college. You have the balls to feel a woman up beside her husband. You’re making me so wet.
Me – What kind of thing would a college Rashmi do?
She turned to me, tied her hair up with a band. Kept the bag on my knees. And acted like she was falling asleep on my lap. I was taken aback. Is she going to play with my dick here?
She placed her palm on my dick with her face right there and started massaging it over my kurta. I was looking at the driver. But this slut was in another zone. She put the kurta top on her head, went under, untied my pants and got the dick out.
Thank God, it was raining and dark. The driver never paid any attention. She started jerking my cock until it got rock hard. And once it got full size, she slowly touched the tip with her tongue. It sent a jolt through my body.
She licked my dick all over, got it real wet and then took the entire 7 inch dick all in at once. It felt like heaven. I was trying so hard not to grunt. She sucked on it like a pro.
She knew how to play along with the tip, create suction right on the tip and suck at a rapid pace. Then she slowed her pace and sucked the entire shaft to the base. She was such a pro at it.
I let her suck on it for 15 minutes before I lost control. I placed my palm on her head and held her in position so the entire dick was deep in her throat. She gagged for the first time, but I held her like that for 30 seconds until I completely unloaded in her mouth.
She swallowed everything and then sucked the entire cock again, cleaning it with her mouth. Out my dick back in and got up. She had the sluttiest smile on her face. Like she just pleased the man like he’s never been pleased before.
And it was true. Women may have given me better blowjobs but never like this, not in a risky situation in the back of a cab with her husband beside her. Thank God he was a snorer as well. That helped mask the sound of her sucking my dick.
We got to her place. I had to help her again to put him in the bedroom. Their bedroom was on the first floor, and his parents’ room was downstairs. They started screaming at the son as soon as they saw us. But he was still blacked out.
They cursed at him but thanked me for helping their daughter-in-law. Little did they know what she had done to me. They were downstairs as we helped him along the stairs and onto his bed.
As soon as we put him in bed, a monster came over me. I pulled her outside the door, where there was no one. Her in-laws were watching TV downstairs.
I pushed her against the wall, choked her with one hand, and pulled her lehenga up with another. Terror overcame her face. I whispered in her ear. “Let me return the favour.”
I split her legs, pulled the panties aside and slid two fingers into her pussy. It was still wet. She put her palms on her mouth to not make a sound and was nodding no to what I was doing.
Me – Let me show you what the ‘college me’ does.
I started finger fucking her vigorously, nothing gentle about it. Pure finger fucking while choking this hot slut for all she’s worth. I knew we didn’t have time. In just a few minutes, I saw her eyes rolling back, her knees started to jerk, and her entire body tensed up.
I felt the gush of fluids on my fingers. She had just cum in a few minutes. But the fact that she was getting finger fucked at her own house by a colleague while her husband slept in her room and in-laws waited downstairs got her over the edge quickly.
Her knees buckled. I took my fingers out, and she was gasping for air. I gently slapped her face, pulling her attention to me, and put those fingers in her mouth. She sucked on them with satisfied emotion.
I bid her goodbye and went home. The in-laws expressed their gratitude again. And I booked another cab and was off.
Let me know how you liked my story. You can email me at [email protected] for feedback or anything you’d like to discuss. I am from Bangalore and would be happy to engage with the readers. And I can also entertain the ladies if they wish.