The boss’s dinner
Saira felt a presence behind her and she impulsively moved her cursor and resumed typing. After a few moments, the presence left and she heaved a sigh of relief. The 21-year-old had finished writing three landing pages since the morning and was experiencing a classic case of writer’s block. “How does this bitch expect me to work like a machine,” she thought to herself as she watched her boss hover over her colleague’s desk at the other end of the bay.
Saira didn’t exactly hate her boss but she found her extremely demanding. “I wonder if she’s always like this,” she whispered to the colleague next to her who had also stopped working after their boss had gone to the other end of the room. “We’ll know tonight, won’t we! I pity her husband,” the colleague smirked, triggering a giggle from Saira.
Saira had forgotten about the dinner her boss was hosting. “Dude, I don’t want to go,” Saira whined. “Do we ever have a choice when it comes to Lakshmi Ma’am?” her colleague replied. “No we don’t,” Saira said, burying her face in her hands and resting her elbows on her desk.
For Saira the thought of spending the evening at her boss’s house with her colleagues and having dinner with them was dreadful. She garnered the little mental strength she had left and resumed working. “I feel like a fucking slave,” she thought to herself. But little did she know that every once in a while, a slave gets to exact revenge and today was going to be her lucky day.
As the sunlight stopped streaming through the tinted glass panes of her office and the traffic began piling up below on Greams Road, workers in Saira’s bay began leaving for the day. Instead of making the daily migration to their homes, the worker bees began carpooling to their Queen’s house in Thiruvanmiyur.
Saira had planned on going for Ladies Night at Plan B with her friends and brought a dress to change into. “Well, I might not be able to party with my friends but that’s not going to stop me from finally trying on this dress,” she said to herself as she slipped into the black H&M body contour dress a friend had gotten her for her birthday the previous week. The dress was a size small for Saira and after a small struggle, she managed to get into it.
The black dress paired well with her dusky skin tone and as Saira drew winged eyeliner on her face, she noticed that her breasts looked bigger than usual. The dress had accentuated her B cups well and the red six-inch stilettos had made her seemingly petite ass pop.
“I didn’t know we had to dress up for the dinner,” said a colleague who entered the ladies room. “We don’t. I just had some clothes I could change into,” Saira said. “Be careful. You’re going to end up seducing Lakshmi’s husband and she’s going to make your life miserable,” the colleague said, giving Saira’s ass a pat as she walked by.
Saira flinched. Her ass was very sensitive. “Fuck off, Nami,” she said, applying some nude lipstick before heading out. Saira generally wore ‘conservative’ Indian workwear – A loose Kurti with leggings – to work. This was the first time her colleagues were going to see this side of her and she was a little nervous. Considering the hectic week she had been having, she decided she could do with some attention. “Dude, Karthik is waiting at the parking lot. Come. Lets go,” said a colleague who burst into the ladies room. “I’m done. Let’s go,” Saira said, taking one last look at the mirror. There was no turning back now.
Saira’s suspicions were confirmed sooner than she had expected. Karthik who was giving her a ride to Lakshmi’s house was looking at the rear view mirror a lot more than he needed to. After a fairly uneventful drive through the evening traffic, the colleagues arrived at Lakshmi’s house on Second Seaward Road in Thiruvanmiyur.
Lakshmi had left office a little early to get her house ready for the dinner she was hosting. She didn’t like entertaining guests but company’s HR policy required her to host her team for at least one dinner every year. Her maid had already cleaned the entire house and the caterers would bring the food at dinner time so she had very little to do.
After a hot shower, Lakshmi collapsed in bed. She could feel the magic wand hiding under the covers but she was too lazy to remove it from under her. She had thirty minutes till guests would begin arriving and a dirty thought crossed her mind. Having grown up in an orthodox Brahmin family in Srirangam, Thirty four-year-old Lakshmi had been sexually repressed for the first 28 years of her life but after her wedding in 2014, Lakshmi had a sexual awakening that was continuing to peak.
Lakshmi gave into the temptation and quickly plugged in the magic wand and pulled out the Bad Dragon dildo she had ordered recently. Soon the hum of the magic wand was only disturbed by Lakshmi’s moans that escaped her mouth every time she plunged her new dildo all the way in. The black nipples at the centre of Lakshmi’s large areolas that covered her huge breasts, were hard and she tugged them gently with her other hand as she prepared to climax. The large ribbed purple dildo stretched her tight pussy that was oozing juice to prevent being damaged by the monster toy. Lakshmi’s body convulsed as she pressed the magic wand harder against her clit and finally an orgasm took control of her body, slightly pushing out the big silicone Bad Dragon she had stuffed in her pussy.
After thoroughly enjoying her orgasm, Lakshmi got dressed. She chose a yellow Kanchipuram silk saree with a red sleeveless blouse for the dinner and headed downstairs. Her husband, Krishnan, was entertaining a few guests who had arrived while she had been getting dressed. “Was the traffic bad,” she asked the guests who had arrived. “No, Ma’am. It was alright,” the workers answered in unison almost as it was rehearsed. “There is beer in the fridge. Help yourselves,” she said, heading to the door to receive the next batch of workers who had arrived.
“Wow. I can barely recognise you Saira,” Lakshmi said as she opened the door. Saira blushed. “I had to find an excuse to wear this, Ma’am,” Saira said as she removed her red stilettos at the door before entering. As Saira had suspected, she was the centre of attention that day. Almost every single male colleague present had come up with an acceptable way to compliment her and she was getting looks from some of the women present. Much to her surprise, even Lakshmi complimented her. “Saira, you finally look like a woman. You should dress up more often. It suits you,” Lakshmi said, handing her a beer. Saira blushed. She was loving the attention but it was becoming a little overwhelming.
After dinner was served, people started splitting into nuclear groups. “I need to use the restroom,” Saira whispered to a colleague. “Up the stairs, room to the left,” Lakshmi’s husband Krishnan said, overhearing her. “Thanks,” Saira said, and began heading up the stairs. Climbing up the stairs, Saira could feel the alcohol buzz. She steadied herself and walked into the room on the right which was open.
Nothing could have prepared Saira for what she was about to see next. She saw her Magic Dragon dildo on the bed. But she was in Lakshmi’s house. Saira shook herself out of her stupor. The dildo was still there. “Fuck my life. Lakshmi has the same dildo I do,” she said out loud, as she headed to the restroom.
As she flushed, she could hear someone else in the room outside. She was terrified. “That bitch Karthik better not have followed me up to hit on me,” she thought, as she finally opened the door. Much to her surprise it wasn’t Karthik who was outside, it was Lakshmi and she had her dildo in her hand.
“You should have used the room on the left after climbing the stairs. Now you’ve seen things,” Lakshmi said. “It’s just a fucking dildo,” Saira said, instantly regretting the words and tone she had used.” She was about to apologize but the vulnerable look on Lakshmi’s face stopped her from doing so. Saira decided to take a risk. She didn’t look like “Office Saira” that evening so decided to act the part. “Don’t worry this will be our little secret Ma”am depending on how you behave” she said moving toward Lakshmi.
Lakshmi was drunk and was staring at Saira’s breasts. She had managed to hide her bisexuality fairly well but she wasn’t used to being talked to like that especially by someone who worked for her. Lakshmi felt vulnerable. Saira grabbed the dildo, which was still a little wet from Lakshmi’s quickie before the dinner and put it in her mouth. Lakshmi gasped. “Now lie down. Spread your legs and lift up that beautiful little saree of yours,” Saira said, as she took the dildo out after deepthroating it.
Lakshmi watched in wonder but compiled. She lay in bed and exposed her red lace panties to Saira who quickly pulled them down. “Gently, please,” Lakshmi said as Saira brought the dildo to her pussy. Saira closed Lakshmi’s mouth and thrust the dildo inside her. Lakshmi’s pussy instinctively began lubricating. “Who’d have thought you of all people liked getting your pussy stretched,” Saira said as she began thrusting harder into Lakshmi. “You think I didn’t notice you looking at my breasts downstairs?” Lakshmi wanted to reply but only moans escaped her mouth. Lakshmi helplessly reached out to touch Saira’s breasts but Saira slapped Lakshmi’s face. The slap made Lakshmi’s pussy gush. “No. You only touch them when I tell you to,” Saira said, increasing the pace of the thrusts. Lakshmi was moaning uncontrollably now.
There was a muffled cough at the door. Saira turned around only to find Lakshmi’s husband jerking off. But she could barely see his dick. Krishnan had a micropenis. “That explains the Bad Dragon,” Saira chuckled, as she began thrusting the dildo all the way inside Lakshmi. Krishan continued playing with his small dick.
Saira could feel herself becoming wet. Stretching out her boss’s pussy in front of her husband was driving her crazy. “Come finger me,” she ordered Krishnan, as she lifted up her black dress and pulled down her panties. “I’d ask you to fuck me but your fingers have a better chance at making me cum,” she said as Krishnan approached.
Saira let out a moan as Krishnan’s fingers entered her and began fucking Lakshmi harder with the dildo. “Now you can touch my breasts,” Saira said, as she began destroying Lakshmi’s pussy with the dildo. Lakshmi could feel an orgasm building but just as her body was about to surrender to it, Saira stopped thrusting. “I cum first. Ask your useless husband to make me cum,” she said. Krishnan inserted a third finger inside Saira and began thrusting as fast he could. Saira began moaning uncontrollably and as her legs began giving way, she resumed thrusting the dildo into Lakshmi. In a few moments both women climaxed and Saira collapsed onto Lakshmi’s big breasts.
End
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