The high heels clicked loudly on the marble floors leading to the CEO’s office. The voluptuous housewife did not know why she had been summoned to the office, but she knew that the business was one of her husband’s law firm’s largest accounts. She knew of some of the problems that he complained of about his work. He had told her that his position was tenuous at best at the firm. Since he was the sole bread winner in the family and they had two children about to start college, this was the source of some high stress for him. Consequently, some of the difficulties that they were experiencing in their marriage she attributed to his work.
Still, she had no idea why she was asked to meet at this office nor why the meeting was one with such an air of confidentiality. But, she knew that she would find out soon enough. She checked with the executive secretary and was told to have a seat. She walked over to a stiff backed leather chair and sat down at its edge, crossing her long shapely legs demurely. She smoothed her short skirt and fluffed the dark brown hair that cascaded around her pretty face and lay on her shoulders.
After several minutes, the secretary spoke.
“Mrs. Chawla, Mr. Avanish will see you now.”
Haasini rose and entered the large, paneled office through the open door. As she passed the threshold, the thick wooden door shut behind her. She walked toward the tall, middle-aged man who was standing behind the desk. His office was extremely luxurious. Behind him, through the large windows, was the city skyline.
He smiled at her and seemed to take her measure as she approached. He admired what he saw. She was a statuesque housewife, tall and shapely, quite the catch for any top law student, he thought. Avanish knew that Karan and Haasini had been married since he was in law school, but he had never met the wife before. He was very pleased with what his eyes beheld.
Haasini exuded a ripely sensuous sexuality that was heightened by her maturity. She was probably in her late twenties, he thought, and kept herself in very, very good shape. “Hours at the gym” was the phrase that went through Avanish’s mind as he watched her walk in. What a shame, he thought, to be relegated to fucking a fat, disgusting bastard like Karan Chawla.
Haasini wore a high collared white blouse that was stiffly starched. Its long sleeves made it that much more businesslike. It was tucked into the dark brown skirt in an effort to appear perfectly professional and covered by a jacket that matched the skirt. However, the blouse was tight enough that it revealed her full jutting breasts that were set closely together beneath the cloth. The outfit was very conservative but also underscored the fact that the woman had a very narrow waist that flared to shapely hips and loins that had borne children years ago for the man to whom she was married. The skirt was the only part of the outfit that was less than perfectly conservative. The skirt itself was fairly tight and the hem was several inches above her knees. When she sat she revealed a broad expanse of thigh.
“Mrs. Chawla,” Avanish said with a nod of his head.
“Hello, Mr. Avanish,” Haasini replied. “Please call me Haasini.”
“Haasini,” Avanish repeated. “Let’s get right to the point. I received a call from you husband’s firm. They’ve about had it with him.”
Haasini felt her stomach begin to churn. This couldn’t be happening, she thought. Not now. What would happen to all of them?
“I know that he’s told me that the firm is having problems,” Haasini interjected.
“No, Haasini, the firm isn’t having problems. Karan Chawla’s tenure as a lawyer there is coming to an abrupt end. That is the problem. They called me to see if I would object to them firing him.”
“Oh, my, no!” was all that escaped the soft lips of the striking housewife.
“So, you see what sort of position that puts me in,” Avanish said with a scowl. “Frankly, if it affected only him, I’d say they should have fired him months ago. He’s become a dead weight there.”
Haasini’s dark brown eyes widened and she looked at Avanish, fearful of saying or doing anything. Why would he be talking to her that way?
“But I’ve become aware that he is not only dead weight, but he’s also subject to being fired for just cause.”
Haasini couldn’t believe what she was hearing. How could that be, she wondered?
“What basis would the firm have to fire him for just cause?” Haasini asked.
“Well, right now they don’t know they have ‘just cause,’” Avanish said. “I have the evidence that they’d need to do it, though. The evidence I have gives me a legal claim against the firm for employing him. All I’d have to do is tell them what I’ve got and I’m sure they’d be willing to fire him to escape their own liability. Do you know what that means?”
“Of course, I do,” the beautiful wife responded. “At least I think I do.”
“In case you don’t, I’ll fill you in.” Avanish stared hard at the face of the woman before him. He paused for effect. The woman’s polished fingers were nervously playing with the top of her skirt as she sat before him. He knew she was mortified. He paused for several seconds. Then he continued.
“Mrs. Chawla, it would mean that he loses his equity in the partnership. He forfeits his ownership interest in the firm if he is fired for bringing the firm into disrepute.”
“What would he have done to bring the firm into disrepute? She asked.
Avanish ignored the question. “If he loses his ownership interest, then when he’s fired, he leaves with nothing. If he’s fired for cause, he doesn’t even get severance pay. He loses his retirement. That means that you lose everything too, doesn’t it?”
Haasini nodded slightly. Even a divorce from him would do her no good, she thought. He would have ruined them both. Still, she wasn’t convinced that he would ever have done anything to harm their family.
“What … what could he have possibly done to warrant a firing?” she asked again.
“When he became difficult for me to reach during the day,” Avanish began, “I wondered why. Why was my business being neglected? When I was being billed for trips, what was he doing? I decided to have a private investigator try and determine that.” Avanish was lying, but he knew that Haasini had no way of knowing that.
“I was outraged to find out that when he went to Manhattan several weeks ago that he billed me for time that he spent with two young women at a whore house. He was cheating me on his bills while fucking two women at a whore house!”
Haasini gasped aloud. That bastard, she thought. They hadn’t had sex in months and here he was cheating on her. She tried to act unconvinced, but she was shocked when Avanish tossed some photographs into her lap of her husband fucking Julie in the presence of the red head.
The beautiful housewife immediately realized that the faces of the two women were obscured, but Karan’s fat face was front and center. The first photo showed him getting his penis sucked, the second showed him fucking the blonde. She stopped looking at the photos and gasped out loud. Her hand went to her mouth. Then, she exploded in anger.
“That bastard,” she cried. She tossed the photos back at Avanish who quietly put them in his desk drawer as she rose to her feet before him shaking uncontrollably. “That bastard!”
“Sit down,” he commanded. “Sit down, now. I don’t care about your feelings! He’s been screwing me and my company! I’m going to have him fired and put you both out on the street!”
Haasini dissolved. “Why would you do that?” she asked. “Why? I’ll lose everything.”
Avanish rose and walked around his desk. “Stand up,” he said.
Haasini complied. She turned to face him and stood at the edge of his large desk petrified of what he might decide to do to her family and her future.
“How do you think I like it when I find out he’s been fucking someone while he’s billing my company thousands of dollars? Tell me!”
“I … I don’t . . . I don’t know what to say,” was Haasini’s only response.
Avanish stood only inches away from Haasini. His fury was feigned but palpable to the shocked woman.
Haasini felt herself frozen before him, fearful of the power he waged over her and her future. She was used to being around powerful men and knew that they could be extremely vindictive. Her heart beat furiously and her ripe lips were slightly parted. Her breathing was shallow. Then she felt his hand on the hem of her skirt. Haasini stood stock still as she felt it being raised over her fleshy, milky white thighs. She shivered when she felt his fingers reach the top of her thigh-high stockings and touch her garter belt. She found herself ashamed of the fact that she had worn such an item, but how was she to know?
Still she didn’t resist. How could she? She was powerless.
As she felt her skirt being pushed up around her waist, she felt his hands began to undo the garter fasteners.
She looked him straight in the face. Her hands went to the side of his desk for support as she felt the backs of her thighs touching the cold marble of the desk top. She was afraid to look down but forced her brown eyes down. She was appalled to see her womanly thighs exposed. Her eyes followed his hands as they pulled the clips away from the garter belt. As they dangled helplessly off of her stockings, his hands moved to her peach colored silken undies.
Haasini uttered, “Oh, no, please,” as she watched Avanish’s hands begin to tug at her panties. Despite her plea, the full bush that formed a triangle around her pussy came into view as her panties were forced down her creamy thighs and to her knees. Haasini watched in disbelief as the soft curls of her dark pubic hair was revealed. The thigh high stockings only accentuated the nakedness of her upper thighs and hips and showcased the triangle that formed their juncture. The sheer panties fell from her knees to the tops of her feet.
Avanish began to undo his belt and trousers.
Haasini knew what was going to happen. She was going to get fucked!
Her beautiful brown eyes closed in resignation, her long eyelashes resting on the clear skin of her perfect face. In an instant, she felt his stiff penis against the naked skin of her belly. As she opened her eyes to see his manhood, she was struck by its length and girth. Yet she wasn’t fearful of the size of it; but, the realization that she was about to break her wedding vows sent a shiver of fear through her shapely body. She had been expected to honor the vows and had always done so, but now she was put in a different position. She was fighting for her own existence.
As her mind swirled with these thoughts, Avanish worked the buttons on her flimsy summer blouse, opening it quickly to her waist. He liked what he saw. Certainly she didn’t have a young woman’s hard abs, but her tits were very large and her stomach was flat and firm.
The woman’s cleavage was very evident within the confines of her large bra. The soft flesh was succulent. Avanish saw that the bra was fastened in the front between her large breasts. He immediately unhooked the bra and it fell open, spilling her womanly flesh from their confines. Goosebumps covered her large titties. His fingers found her nipples and worked them to a rubbery erection. Avanish pushed the jacket and blouse off of Haasini’s shoulders and her bra fell along side the garments. Now she was nude from the waist up.
Without realizing it, Haasini moaned aloud. “Ohhh.” As he tugged and manipulated her nipples, her love hole began to moisten. Then it began to get very wet. It was uncomfortable for the woman to remain in her high heels, but as she moved her long legs in response to the tugging on her nipples she knew that she was very aroused. Her thighs were clamped together, but that just seemed to increase the heat she felt between them. Her large, fleshy melons were lifted up to his mouth. Both his hands were beneath the tits and her nipples were offered up to his mouth. He hungrily sucked on the tips of the tits and kneaded the sensitive flesh between his hands. The beautiful mature woman shuddered as an electric wave of pleasure was sent throughout her body.
Haasini moaned aloud, but tried to stay as hushed as possible. “Ohhhh. Ohhhh.” Her hands tightly clenched Avanish’s upper arms.
Haasini felt her naked bottom being lifted and sat on the edge of the desk. She spread her luscious thighs revealing her full bush. Her large jugs jiggled erotically as she moved. The housewife bit her lower lip as she felt the head of his stiff cock push against the opening of her pussy. The muscles in her full firm thighs began to relax and she spread her legs as the man moved between them to gain access to the tight pussy awaiting him. She wanted to fight this man with all of her power, but her will crumbled before the sensuality of his touch.
“Will you help me?” she asked piteously as she felt him enter her pussy with the head of his dong. She looked into his eyes for any sign of an answer, but could find none. He pushed with more determination at the opening to her love hole. His cock began to enter her further pushing the warm pussy flesh further and further open.
Will you help me, please,” she asked again as she felt the full length of his rock hard cock slide into her warm, wet pussy, meeting only slight resistance. As she felt the thick tool enter her sheath, she knew no answer was forthcoming. It was futile. Her eyes rolled back and closed as she realized the abject submission to which she was now subjected.
She found herself pushed onto her back on the desk, only her long legs being held by Avanish as he fucked the beautiful housewife’s tight pussy in silence. Her sexy titties lay on her chest, nipples still erect, the flesh bobbling and jiggling with each thrust of his cock. The ceiling swirled above Haasini’s head until she focused her eyes on the man at the edge of the desk having his way with her. What she saw were the leering eyes of a man mocking her with his grinning face. Why had she given in, she wondered? She looked at Avanish’s hairy abdomen as it rhythmically began to ram his male flesh into her tight little cunt.
The upraised columns of her upper thighs framed the picture of the man whose bestial, blood engorged member was sluicing in and out of her slit. He plunged into her deep and deeper in controlled, but forceful movements. She groaned as he plunged into her pussy each time. The length and thickness of Avanish’s sperm inflated penis was even greater than what Haasini had thought when she first saw it and it seemed to fill her little pussy and force her love opening wider with each thrust.
Avanish’s fucking did have an effect on the prone woman. The warm glow of fucking seemed to go from her clitoris to her cuntal lips to the deep inner passage of her vagina. As he systematically pounded her pussy, the pleasure mounted in electric spasms and spread throughout the woman’s body.
Instead of simply being a receptacle of his lust, Avanish began to sense her body betraying her. First, her round, womanly buttocks began to feel less tense to his touch. Then he noticed her ass cheeks beginning to circle very slightly in response to his fucking, starting a slow rhythm that matched his own thrusts.
As he fucked her deeper and deeper, his balls began to slap against her upturned ass cheeks. There was now the squishy sound coming from her pussy as he drove is cock into her. He was astounded when he looked into her eyes.
“Ohhh. Ohhh.” Haasini now seemed to be totally out of control. Her beautiful face was flushed and she breathed hard as she began to fuck back. Her thighs were wide spread and tense and she received his cock thrust for thrust with a push back of her hips. The years of upper middle class respectability began to crumble before his eyes.
Haasini wrapped her legs around the back of Halls knees and he grabbed the fleshy cheeks of her ass with both hands, grinding relentlessly into the woman. He held her pussy immobilized momentarily while he pumped in and out of her pussy with a wild abandon. Then he released her ass and began to pull on the nipples which lay erect on her big tits.
Haasini exploded in orgasm. “Yesssss!” she cried. “Do it to me…, don’t . . . stop! Urggggghhhh.”
Her pussy immobilized momentarily while he pumped in and out of her pussy with a wild abandon. Then he released her ass and began to pull on the nipples which lay erect on her big tits.
Haasini exploded in orgasm. “Yesssss!” she cried. “Do it to me…, don’t . . . stop! Urggggghhhh.”
Avanish was taken aback by Haasini’s reaction. As he continued to fuck into the beautiful wife, he tried to restrain his own orgasm. It would serve him no good to climax simultaneously with this woman, he thought. Make her climax then keep fucking her.
“Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhh. Fuck me. . . fuck me!” Haasini had lost all of her inhibitions as she arched her back trying to make the orgasm last. “Ohhh Gawddd!”
Haasini’s hands were holding Avanish’s arms in a vise grip as she climaxed.
As she came down from the orgasm, she gradually began to realize how shameful her behavior had been. The hot shuddering orgasm that she experienced began to subside. As the passion slowly ebbed away, Haasini began to regain her bearings. Her body began to feel cold as she lay on the marble desk top getting fucked by this big man. Her mind raced impossibly fast. No, this can’t be happening! No!
Nonetheless, she allowed her legs to remain widespread and her pussy to be fucked by Avanish. The muscles in her long, toned legs were relaxed as a result of her orgasm, and although her climax subsided, her lungs fought for air as Avanish’s stiffness pounded very hard. He shamefully banged her for several more minutes, each one passing so slowly that Haasini thought she would die of shame as she lay naked on the man’s desk.
After making sure that he had fucked her nearly senseless, Avanish finally blurted, “I’m cumming.” He shot his hot wad of jism into the tight pussy of the beautiful woman lying prone before him.
Haasini groaned as she felt his thick penis spurting his seed into her pussy. She moaned as she felt it spill out of her hole and seep down the crack of her muscular bottom. She looked into his uncomprehending eyes as he continued to thrust and pound as the last of his spunk shot out of his cock. His hands continued to hold onto her magnificent breasts after he climaxed as he regained his bearings.
Avanish pulled away from the beautiful woman and as he did so, his rapidly deflating cock slid from within her with an audible plop.
He stood only inches from Haasini as she slid off of the desk onto her rubbery legs. As her feet touched the carpet, Avanish pushed her naked shoulders down and she collapsed to her knees. Her full round breasts jiggled as she collapsed, but her nipples remained erect. The woman caught her fall and immediately tried to right herself on her knees, but Avanish’s hands held her shoulders immobilized.
She was still trying to get her balance when his sticky, flaccid cock struck her cheek. She turned to it and the tip brushed her nose, leaving a wet mark on her cheek from the combined fluids of her vagina and his spunk.
“Clean me properly with your mouth, Haasini,” she heard him say.
The anger and humiliation welled up within the housewife. She wasn’t used to this type of treatment. The pungent odor of her vaginal fluids and his semen punctuated the air.
But, she felt her ripe lips part and Avanish stick his wet cock into her mouth. Haasini knew that this powerful man held her future in his hands. She swirled the deflating cock with her tongue, trying to get it as clean as she could. As she gently cupped his large balls in her hands while she held his cock in her mouth, Haasini felt the nipples stiffen on her pendulous breasts. Was she really such a dirty slut, she wondered?
Haasini was in a totally different mindset. The abject humiliation that she felt because of her submission to Avanish had not subsided. For over 5 years, the only cock which had found a home in her tight pussy was that of her husband, Karan Chawla. Now the beautiful, voluptuous housewife had not only taken Avanish’s stiff male flesh into her vagina, but she had collapsed to the floor in front of him and had washed away her love juices from his flaccid cock with her mouth.
Somehow, Haasini could not shake the feeling that she had when she felt his deflating cock in her mouth. It was a feeling of total subjugation to Avanish. It was a feeling that only this powerful man had the ability to keep her from sinking into abject poverty and humiliation. No matter how much time passed, the beautiful mature woman still remembered her nose buried in Avanish’s pubic hair, his spent penis entirely within her mouth, and the strong odor and taste of her own pussy that she experienced when she cleaned his cock with her soft, wet tongue. The memory of Avanish staring down triumphantly into her big, brown eyes as she pitifully looked up at him and mouthed his penis clean served only to remind her of his powerful hold over her.
The recollection of the pathetic way she begged him to help her also caused the proud woman a great deal of shame. Her feeble voice begging him with “Will you help me, please,” resounded in her brain over and over again. Haasini remembered only too well how she pled with him just as he was about to stick his hard cock into her tight cunt. Why did she spread her lush thighs for this man? She should have fought him with all of her strength. What would her daughter, just about to leave for school, have said if she knew her mom was opening her legs to another man and letting that man shoot his cum into her pussy? Haasini thought of how shameful she would have appeared to her daughter, laying on her back on Avanish’s desk being deflowered by this big man. How could she have submitted herself, she wondered?
Avanish had been very clear to Haasini. She was to call him within 48 hours and be ready to travel for a couple of nights. If she did not, then he would not consider helping her in any way.
Haasini was loath to call him. However, on the second day, she began to nervously wonder what would happen to her and her family if she chose not to call. Certainly, her husband, Karan Chawla, would be fired from his law firm for cause. Then he would get no severance pay or partnership equity. They would lose the house and the lifestyle and her daughter would not be able to go to the private university that she had been accepted into. Divorce would inevitably follow, although Haasini was well on her way to seeking that even if she could save the family. But a divorce with Karan while he was unemployed would be disastrous for Haasini’s future. She had never been in the workforce and certainly didn’t have the skills necessary to get a good paying job.
As she sat at her kitchen table and contemplated her horrible position, Haasini looked out the French doors into the back yard. The beautiful housewife got furious every time she thought of her husband’s lewd behavior. How and why had he put them in this position, she wondered? She recognized the fact that she no longer found him to be an alluring man, but she still was faithful to him. She worked hard to keep up the domestic side of his life so that he could concentrate on providing the financial security that they relied on. She also worked doubly hard to stay in good physical shape (in contrast to him, she thought), and when he was in a horny mood, she played the good wife and wrapped her long legs around his fat ass and let him fuck her hard until he came.
Now, he had gone too far, she realized.
The minutes and hours ticked by on the second day. Haasini was unable to think of anything else and yet she was still unable to decide what she should do. In the back of her mind, she knew that she could not afford to let everything in her life slip from her grasp. So, as the day wore on and the final hour approached, she finally picked up the phone and dialed his number.
The statuesque housewife caught her breath when Avanish answered the phone.