*Video reference in the end*
*These fucking conferences, why do they have to be on weekends. Making people miserable even on off days.* I curse under my breath. I was sitting in the yearly dumb conference the company I work in conducts. It’s just an excuse to gloat to the investors and attract new clients. I am forced to give away my weekend for this. And on top of it, my boss made me go back and return in a saree because we are apparently supposed to look Indian. I couldn’t even get out of the pantyhose I wore earlier. *As if without the saree they couldn’t recognise we are Indians* ,I scoff. I immediately paint a smile at my boss who was fast approaching, “Good job, I want you to be there with Mr. Johnson. You are to keep him company, he is a very talkative man so I leave you with him to answer. Be on your best behavior, we need him.” She patted my back and with that she left. *What the fuck! Best behavior? I’m babysitting and I’m the kid too. Absolutely fucking unbelievable!*
After what feels like an eternity, the first part of the conference has finally ended and we had a three hour lunch break. The baby I’m babysitting, turned out to be a grown man. Mr. Johnson was a decade older than me, but seemed to like vanity enough to stay fit. He had a few greys on his thick head of brown hair. He is a charming man, spoke languidly about India and his experiences so far to the people who stopped by to talk to him. We didn’t have much time to chat, as he had arrived just in time for the conference to start and I had directed us to the designated table. I was still in my pissy mood at having to be here on a weekend.
*At least I still have my Sunday off.* “Thank God” I said to myself. “Is that because you’re here?” My head whipped up to see Mr.Johnson grinning at me. “Are you thanking God for being here? That’s some dedication I wish you can distribute among others Miss.” I raised an eyebrow. *He seemed to be enjoying the conference just fine.* “I thought you didn’t need it, I haven’t even heard you sigh all morning.” He chuckled, leaning back into his chair and said “I just have lots of practice Miss. I have been to quite a few of these. They do have a good reason to attend, networking. So it just isn’t so bad for us lot.” He finishes.
“The rest of us are here losing out on our weekend though.” The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them. *Shit! That sounded like a kid whining. Where the fuck is your adulting woman.* “I didn’t mean it that way Mr. Johnson, I just think there isn’t a good reason for me to be here.” He eyes me up and down. I fidget under his gaze, not sure if I should call him out for it.
“Do you wear sarees all the time Miss?”, He asks. I see that his eyes keep going back to my waist. *Ah, right. He wouldn’t see sarees everyday.* “Umm.. not really sir, I wear pants and skirts with shirts most of the time.” I say, bitterly thinking of my boss who had to make me wear a saree. “And pantyhose too, I suppose? ” His eyes returned to my face grinning slightly. *Was Mr. Johnson flirting with me?* “For decency and etiquette.” I answer in a clipped tone.”I haven’t seen the saree with pantyhose etiquette before. I must say, I’m curious.” Pantyhose with saree? What is he talking about. I quickly look at my waist and I see the black material peeking out of my saree, brazenly giving a hint of their existence. I wonder how no one has asked me about it. *No one other that Mr. Johnson of course.* I blush while trying to set it right. He must be really observant or just interested. ” No, we don’t wear them with sarees. This is just a fashion faux pas.”,I explain still blushing in embarrassment. He drinks me in leisurely and quips “I quite like the combination really. Such a tease though.” He winks.
*My designated baby is flirting with me.* My mouth falls open slightly. He gets out of his chair and stands in front of me, putting his black slacks clad crotch right in my face. “You might want to close your mouth Miss, the visual you are giving me with being so close to my crotch isn’t helping me really.” I immediately shut my mouth and blink, surprised at my delegate’s brazen innuendos. He seems to enjoy my fish out of water moment
Finally regaining some of my composure, I stand up and face him. In heels I’m just a couple inches shorter than him. “You might want to keep it inside Mr.Johnson, as you see we are in a conference, an esteemed place of networking.” I end with a smirk. He eyes me with some thought and says, “We are in a conference alright. But we can not be. Instead we can be in my hotel room. Now then I won’t have to keep it in, do I?” His tongue came out to graze his full lips. It’s a wonder how nobody was observing us. I take a look around to see everyone pretty occupied and the hall half empty. I see my boss leading a group of investors to her office upstairs and instantly know I’m off the hook now.
I turn back to Mr.Johnson whose eyes seemed to rake over my body and making me feel the heat of his gaze. I instantly make the decision. ” Lead the way.”
After a silent cab ride later we make it to the hotel he was staying in. Taking the lift up to his floor, I could still feel his eyes on me. The sexual tension was thick. I took an appreciative glance of him. *He was an average good looking male.* The age didn’t ruin it for me one bit. If anything that was experience and I was going to enjoy it. We reach his room and he swipes his card to unlock the door. I enter the room and take it in.
I hear the door click and feel arms circling me, pulling me to him. Slightly biting the shell of my ear, Mr Johnson whispers, “Indians who made sarees definitely had appreciation for abdomens. I can’t say they are wrong. Sexy abdomens are my new fetish.” I feel him grind against my ass. “I see, the fetish has had an affect on you.” I feel his cock over his pants and stroke it slightly. He hisses at the contact. I break free from his arms and lead him to the bed.
“Strip Mr. Johnson” I purr. Leaning onto the bed I wait for him to do as I say, instead he cages me with his arms placed on either side of me and captures my mouth in a scorching kiss. He was a force to reckon with. Sucking my lower lip and biting a bit, the kiss was harsh, domineering and demanding.. I feel his hands undoing my saree. Breaking the kiss, “Don’t order me sweetheart” he says pulling the saree away from me. He licks his lips at the sight of me in just the bra and pantyhose. “Fuck, it’s like unwrapping a present. Saree and a pantyhose. Perfect fucking match!” He kisses me once again while his fingers reach my core. Moving the panties aside, his fingers rub my clit in circles. My hips buck beneath his fingers at his rapid movements. He brings another hand of his to circle my nipples. He flicks them slightly causing me to moan into our kiss.He suddenly puts a finger in me while continuing to rub my clit furiously. As he keeps the pace up below, he breaks the kiss and makes his way to my neck to the breasts leaving hot open mouth kisses. He takes a nipple into his month while massaging the other breast. My head falls back in pleasure as he sucks the nipple gently, occasionally grazing it with his teeth. He adds another finger in the pussy and keeps the rhythm up. I moan loud breathing heavily as the tension keeps building up. He turns his attention to my other breast. I thread my fingers into his hair, pushing myself into his mouth and palm.
He then pushes me onto the bed and drops to his knees. Spreading my legs apart, he pulls the fingers out of my pussy and replaces them with his tongue. In. Out. A lap. Suck. A lap. A lap. Suck. In. Out. In. Out. *Gawd. I’m so close.* I moan out as my hips buck and I come undone. He rises from his kneeling position. He lips coated with my orgasm. Glistening in the soft light of the room. He drags a thumb on his lips collecting the residue and pops it into his mouth living it off sensually. *Fuck me! That’s hot!* The simple action got my core to tingle and get wet again.
I prop myself on my elbows and look at his cock hard and visible from his slacks. I reach him and undo his pants while he unbuttons his shirt. I pull his boxers down and see his cock glistening with precum. I slowly take him into my hand and stroke him. I feel the veins and heat coming off from his cock.
I pull him on to the bed and push him down. Sitting between his legs, I bend down and give a lick to the head tasting the precum. He hisses when my tongue makes contact with the head. I take him in my mouth, slowly sucking him in and out and increasing the pace by second. I gag as he reaches the walls of throat as I work him in and out hard. His hand grabs a handful of hair and holding me in place as he thrusts into my mouth. My groans come from the back of my throats and his face tightens with every thrust.
He then turns us over and pulls out of ny mouth. Dragging his cock out of my mouth he traces his path with my saliva and his precum. Settling between my legs, he runs his hot, hard and wet dick on my pussy lips making me breathless. My pulse thuds in anticipation. *I feel like a dog in heat* “Stop the fucking tease and get in me already” I bite out in frustration. He doesn’t say anything and instead buries himself balls deep in me in one thrust. I cry out at the sudden onslaught. “Exactly what you asked for Miss” he breathes into my ear. He pulls out of me torturously slowly and pounds back in. Increasing the force of his thrusts, he take one leg of mine and places the calf on his shoulder. The new angle hits different. His thrusts rock my body and get me rapidly close to my orgasm. I see stars and the moon. My moans gets louder as I feel my body shake in pleasure. I can see him tighten and know he’s close too. With one hand on neck choking me, he brings the other one to rub my clit hard. With on final thrust we both come undone. I feel ripples of my orgasm crashing at me like waves. Our chests heaving from our strenuous activity, we look at each other. “Now Miss, you could get into trouble for skipping off the conference your company is hosting and fucking a guest. Such a vixen.” He casually kisses my breast, silently sucking a spot. “I like to misbehave sometimes sir.” I wink at him twirling a strand of hair. He stares at his newly made hickey and turns me to say, “Then let’s misbehave again”.
[Let’s misbehave](https://imgur.com/a/EUQH5hg)
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/idx1b4/lets_misbehave_interracial