*** TAILORS DAY Special Stories

***
today is world tailors day and on
this occassion lets write some
sexy and erotic tailor stories.
you may copy from else where or
create your own

1st story - Neetu at ladies tailor

Nitu got out of the car and pushed

her dark sunglasses on her head
into her silky dark hair, as she
walked to the tailor shop. As she
entered some bells on the door
signaled her entry. A young man
of about 25 years of age came out
from an inside room and asked,
"Can I help you, Ma'am?"

He looked quite strong and

muscular, with a well-
proportioned body, his slightly
hairy chest was partially visible
through the 2 open buttons of his
shirt. He was not bad looking, not
at all. In fact, thought Nitu, he
was good enough to flirt with if
she had met him in a club. But he
was not a 65 years old, long-
bearded and near-sighted man
which is what she was looking for.

"Where is master ji?" She asked.

"He has gone to his village, he'll

be back next month." The guy
replied.

"Oh yes, he told me, I forgot." She

slapped her forehead in a gesture
of despair.
"I am his nephew, my name is Raj.
I am looking after the shop in his
absence. Can I do anything for
you?" For a tailor's nephew he
spoke really well and decently,
Nitu thought.

Raj also, in the meantime, was

checking out Nitu with frank eyes.

Nitu was the young, gorgeous

wife of a middle-aged, ultra-rich
businessman, who spent more
days in foreign countries than in
India. She was what you'd call a
trophy wife. And her husband did
display his sexy, hot wife in his
business circles just like a trophy.

The problem was for a gorgeous

babe that she was she didn't get
all the sex she wanted. Her
husband when he wasn't doing a
business deal a minute was not
really interested in sex. And on
the rare occasions when he was
in the mood for sex, he was too
much of a gentleman to do any
rough, hard fucking that she
craved. She could count the
orgasms she had in a year on her
fingers. And half of them were in
hot water tub.

Though not used to stepping out

for sex, her sex-starvation slowly
started affecting her dressing
style. She had begun to dress to
show off her alluring figure, and
she loved it when guys so
obviously drooled over her. She
was worth drooling over.

For 36, she was really fit and

looked hardly 29 or 30. Her curves
were all in the right places. There
was not a single extra ounce of
weight on her body, she took care
of that with a twice-a-week gym
routine. Her hair were dark and
long, right now made into a
stylish hairdo that kept them up,
leaving her back bare as the
Punjabi suit she was wearing had
a pretty deep back cut.

Her color was really fair and her

arms looked really nice and
smooth in the deep sleeveless cut
of the tight suit. Her slim, sexy
figure was accentuated by the
tight fit of the suit.
She was wearing a bra but it was
the bare essentials type that
didn't hide her nipples so well, her
dupatta, white like her suit, was
completely transparent, didn't
hide her deep cleavage from the
view, rather made it more
interesting to look at it.

The kurti stopped after covering

her thighs, and the salwar though
not so tight being white, had
some transparency in it. You
could see her white, smooth, well-
toned thighs when the loose
salwar clung to her legs. Her
panties, were the stylish, sexy,
French cut cottons that covered
the essentials and only that. The
salwar ended at her ankles which
were quite shapely, and then she
had on, 4" high white, clear heels,
so sexy.

"....I need it next week for a

wedding." Raj stopped checking
her out and looked at her face,
she was telling him about a suit
she wanted stitched. She had a
cute face, high cheekbones,
luscious lips with a hint of
lipstick, and gray eyes.

"Sure, we can do it by next week.

Let me take your measurements."

"But master ji has my

measurements."

"Well, he misplaced his notebook

somewhere before he left. I am
having to take fresh
measurements for all the clients".

"Oh, ok." She stepped towards the

inner room where she always got
measured.

She took off her dupatta and put

it on a dresser along with her
purse, before standing on the mat.
She put her hands on her waist as
Raj approached her with a tape
measure. He was intensely aware
of her salty-fresh perfume coming
from her smooth clean-shaved
armpits mixed with her body
smell as he stepped really close
to her and measured her arm.

He took her wrist and put her

hand on his shoulder, standing an
arm-length apart. Keeping one
end of the tape secured at her
wrist with his fingers his other
hand moved slowly up her arm
with the tape, his fingers brushing
ever so lightly on her soft bare
arm. She could feel goosebumps
all over her body by the time his
fingers touched her well-rounded
shoulder.

She waited until he took the tape

away from her arm before saying,
"I want it to be a deep-sleeveless
cut." Raj nodded understandingly
and proceeded with the
measuring process.

Standing behind Nitu, he wrapped

the cold, plastic measuring tape
around her shapely neck. In the
process his fingers brushed on
her bare back gently, as the suit
she was wearing had a deep back
cut. Then he moved to the front
and enlarged the circle of tape,
"What kind of neck cut do you
want?"

"V" She said, and she was

surprised her voice wasn't
shaking. She was feeling really
turned on by his close presence
and the gentle touches of his
hands.

He loosened the tape in an

approximation of her current
neckline and his her nipples felt
the brush of his thumbs and
fingers as he proceeded to make
a detailed careful measurement.
A thrill ran down her body,
tingling right down to her pussy.
Instinctively her legs opened
wider as she felt a heat building
in her pussy.

"This deep is ok?" as he held the

tape between her tits, his
knuckles were pressing lightly on
her breasts, right in the nipular
area. She felt her breathing get
heavier.

"Deeper", she said, trying hard to

keep her voice from sounding all
husky and horny as it felt inside
her.

He inserted his finger and the

tape an inch inside her cleavage
now, his knuckle touching her
bare skin on her chest, right
between her hot breasts. She
could not believe she heard
herself saying, "Deeper" again.

"Are you sure?" he asked

doubtfully. At the tone of his voice
she opened her eyes, and then
realized with a shock she never
knew when she had closed them.

"No, that's ok, but make sure, it's

not loose from the sides." She
tried to bring herself in control.

"Ok, let me know how tight you

want it." He measured the
tightness of her current suit,
putting one end of the tape on her
shoulder and bringing the other
down on her breast, her thumb
pressing the end of the tape on
her nipple. "This tight enough?"
He asked looking at her gorgeous,
flushed face.

"Tighter." She murmured.

He made the tape a half-inch

shorter, pressure on her nipple
increasing.

"This is fine?"

"Yeah, this is good!" Her voice

was a hoarse whisper. Her pussy
was flooding with juices. She
didn't know when she had been so
excited before in her life. She was
married even if her businessman
husband didn't fuck her so good.
Nobody had brought her to a
boiling point, so quickly with just
a few deft touches and caresses.
She could feel her panties fully
wet and she was afraid pretty
soon there'd be a wet spot on her
salwar.

Now he was behind her, touching

her bare back, "You want this
same cut?"

"Yes, but a little deeper." His hand

moved a little lower with the tape,
"This much?"

"Yes." Nitu could feel her body

feel like burning from the inside.
She was sure her leaking pussy
was wetting the salwar now after
soaking through the panties.
Then from the front, his arms
went around her slim body as he
wrapped the tape around her flat
tummy, asking her "This tight?"
He was standing so close to her
she could feel the heat from his
body. His close presence was
having a heady effect on her.

"Little bit tighter.", she said,

trying hard not to sound as
breathless as she was.

His hands brushed and caressed

her waist and her belly as they
smoothed the tape around her
body. "This better?"

"Oh yes!"

He was making notations in a

notebook of all measurements. He
made another one now.

"Ok, let's talk about your salwar

now." Nitu's heart skipped a beat
as she realized his hands were
now going to be on her legs. She
could already feel her pussy
soaking wet in her panties, really
dying to be fucked. She didn't
know if she could take any more
of his teasing hands, especially
on her legs! He seemed to know
exactly what he was doing to her
gorgeous, sensuous body!

He was kneeling in front of her

and with one end of the tape,
pressed on her waist, his hand
moved down, brushing the back of
his fingers on her soft, smooth
thigh, through the thin, almost
transparent salwar she was
wearing. He stopped with his
hand on her shapely ankle and
look up at her, "This length is ok
for you?"

"Should be, how about another

inch lower?" She was surprised
how coolly she was talking given
that her head was swimming, her
heart throbbing so wildly in her
chest, she felt everybody in the
neighborhood could hear it.

His hand curved around the

waistband of her low-tied salwar
and she could feel his fingers on
her soft bare skin, almost
touching her panties' waistband,
her heart skipped a beat. His
fingers moved a sideways, so
lightly caressing her bare skin as
he asked "This is where you'll be
tying it?"

"Y...yes!" This time she was sure

he could hear her voice going all
husky and needy. She could smell
her own arousal and definitely he
could too, she thought.

Keeping his fingers on her belly,

he moved his lower hand on her
ankle, "This length ok?"

"Yes..", She could hardly trust

herself to say other words. Words
she was thinking, like
"fuck....use......ram me.."

But wait...he was talking to her

again.

"Could you open your legs a bit, I

need to measure the inseam?" He
was requesting in a nice, gentle
voice...but her mind was spinning
"Inseam? That means he was
going to go *gulp* between her
legs now....oh GOD!"

She picked up her 4" high heeled

foot off the carpet and placed it
wider, making her legs more than
1 foot wide. She was having
trouble believing herself. Here she
was, wife of one of the most
powerful man in the country,
definitely most powerful in the
city, herself quite a pillar of high
society, men vied for one smile
from her luscious lips, and she
was being touched and teased by
an ordinary tailor. And yet, even
as she was thinking all this, she
lifted her foot and spread her legs
wide for him, wishing he'd keep
touching her more and more.

He put one hand on her ankle, on

the inside, and then with his right
hand he moved the tape up,
slowly, teasingly it seemed to her,
until the higher end of the tape
was pressing lightly on her thigh
joint. His knuckles were pressing
very lightly on her pussy lips
through the thin salwar, and she
could feel her wet, soggy panties,
pressing on her pussy.

She lifted her head skywards,

almost as a reflex and a
suppressed moan escaped her
throat like a whimper of a kitten.
"mhmm!"

He didn't show surprise, just

asked in a casual voice, "This is
comfortable or do you want
tighter?"

"er..a little tighter...", she was

surprised she was still able to
talk. She was excited beyond her
wildest fantasies. Her pussy was
throbbing so wildly she could feel
her pulse in it. She could feel her
juices soaking through her
panties now. She was positive
there was a wet spot on her
salwar and he could feel it as his
fingers moved in her most private
region. This time his knuckles
really rubbed on her pussy slit
through the thin clothes and her
moan was not so suppressed this
time.

"Is this tight enough?" He asked

and she nodded, "Y.y..yes!"

"Great! That's all I need!" His

hands were off her body and he
turned to write one final notation
in his notebook.

Her mind revolted, "What? He was

gonna send her away! Like this?
Just like this?...after making her
so damn burning hot she couldn't
think straight?"

"Come Monday evening, I'll have

the suit ready for the first fitting."
He said, turning to her after
closing the notebook.

"Monday?" She said, and her mind

was saying, "Monday? Fuck
Monday!! That's 5 days later, I
need something NOW. N-O-W,
NOW, some release maybe some
more teasing, just one more touch
would make her cum, she was
sure!"

But there was nothing she could

do. He sounded all business-like,
smiling at her, like he was waiting
for her to leave. She was not
going to beg some stranger for
sex. She was married! This last
came home to her as a surprise.
Damn! He had excited her so
much she'd forgotten she was a
high-society, hot-ass, married lady
who didn't cheat on her husband!

She picked up her dark glasses,

her purse, adjusted her soft, long,
flowing hair and got in her car
without a backward glance.

She started driving away and at

first chance, looked down. Yes,
she was wet, there was a big wet
spot on her salwar right between
her legs. Her face flushed a bright
red as she thought there was no
chance he wouldn't have noticed
it. And the hell of the matter was,
she was still turned on like
anything. She couldn't shake the
memory of his hands from her
mind. How good they felt, how
they made her feel all tingly
inside. How her pussy reacted
when he touched her bare back.
How he boldly put his fingers on
her pussy...damn, that made her
pussy twitch like crazy, she damn
near came just from thinking
about it!

Her first action when she got

home was to head for the
bathroom, letting her purse,
glasses and car keys fall where
they will. She closed the
bathroom door, started the water
in the tub and started taking off
her clothes.

Water was only 2 inches deep yet,

but it was deep enough that it
tingled her pussy as she settled
in.
She was thinking of Raj as she
started ramming her finger into
her tight, hot pussy. The memory
of his hands and how boldly and
calmly he has teased her today
was fueling her lust and she
finger fucked her wet, dripping
cunt harder and harder, using 2
fingers now.

She came hard! Harder than she

had ever come! Her body twitched
uncontrollably, thrashing in the
warm water of the tub.

She kept thinking of Raj and her

fingers continued to fuck her still
hot cunt. By the time the water
was up to her shoulder, she had
come 3 more times. All huge,
mind-numbing orgasms! Now she
lay back, exhausted, sated, to
enjoy her bath.

That night she fell asleep, reliving

the experience at the tailor shop.
Next morning, she got no time to
think about it as she had to get
ready to go to office and take
care of business. But just as soon
as she had settled in her big
executive chair, her first thought
was how good she had felt in the
tailor shop and later in the tub.

All day she kept thinking about

Raj and his expert hands, twice
she got so excited that she had to
lock her office door and finger
herself. But both times the phone
rang and she had to postpone
pleasure for business.

The feeling of having been

insulted slowly faded away and
she actually started feeling horny
for those hands again.

That night she couldn't sleep that

easily. She dreamt of Raj and
woke up hornier than ever. She
decided there was no way but to
go there again. But how? He had
called her 5 days later for the first
fitting of the suit. All day at work
next day she was distracted,
thinking of an excuse to go there.
Her heart beat faster every time
she imagined going to the tailor
shop again, stepping into the
inner room for
"measurement"...damn, that
thought was moistening her pussy
without even touching!

Then she got it, she'll have to get

a new dress made for her. She
could buy the material this
evening after office. She felt her
body respond with a rush of
hormones as she thought about
this plan.

So eager was she, that she left

work early and went to a
shopping mall. After a lot of
browsing and experimenting she
bought a sequin dress material,
thinking she'd ask him to make
her a micromini dress for a party.
Then she suddenly thought about
what would she wear to his shop
tonight? Now that she was at the
mall, she should get something
hot to wear this evening.

She decided to get something

sexy, something hot that would
get his attention. Something
that'd tell him what kind of
attention she wanted. That kind
of thinking led her into the short
skirts section. And then the top
had to match the skirt.

In her bed room, she looked at the

two tiny pieces of clothing she
had bought laid out on her bed.
The top was a halter, not much
bigger than a bra, one string strap
tying behind her neck and one on
her back. That'd leave almost all
her back exposed. The top was
tight and did not cover her full
36C tits completely, a very
generous amount of cleavage was
available in the middle where a
diamond broach (it looked like
diamond) was holding the two
cups together. The skirt was
equally slutty, uneven flared hem,
silky just like the top, the
maximum length was 8 inches but
it varied going to as less as 6
inches on her left thigh. On her
left thigh a similar diamond-
looking pin/broach was
scrunching top half of the skirt,
making a triangular naked area on
her upper thigh and making the
hem of the short skirt 2 inches
higher.

Nitu took care to take a nice bath

and then apply creams to her
skin, so that her exposed skin
would not only look nice but also
feel nice. She shaved her armpits
and her pussy. Then applied an
expensive, seductive perfume,
around her armpits, near her tits,
and also around her bald, soft,
bare pussy. She surveyed the
effect after wearing the tiny top
and skirt, and the tiniest, small
thong she could find. It was
necessary also because of the
bare patch in the skirt, normal
panties would show.

She wore 5" high heeled open

toed shoes. The heels were pencil
style, the platform clear and the
straps that tied around her calves
were white.
As she stood before the long
mirror, she could feel her body
charged with horniness. Maybe it
was the effect of the clothes and
dress up, or the anticipation of
what she was going to do, but as
she lifted her skirt, she could see
a quite bit wet patch on the thong
already.

She looked and felt very naked, so

she picked up a long coat that
covered her down to her knees.
She closed the coat and walked
out to her car before she could
lose the nerve to do it.

She parked the car in front of the

tailor shop and sat there trying to
get up her nerve. She could feel
her thong completely soaked in
her pussy juices. She lifted her
skirt and took off the soggy
thong, leaving it on the passenger
seat. Taking some face tissues
from the dashboard, she wiped
her wet pussy as much as she
could. She thought about leaving
the coat also there in the car, but
decided to keep it for now.

Nitu picked up the sequin cloth

that she had bought, from the
back seat and started walking
carefully to the tailor shop. Her
heels were making a click-clack
noise on the road and she could
feel cool evening breeze entering
her skirt and tickling her bare
pussy, despite the long coat.

She stepped into the shop and as

usual bells rang but today even
this sound made her heart beat
faster with excitement as she
knew this would bring Raj.

"Hello Ma'aam." Raj smiled at her,

looking pleased to see her back
so soon. "I am afraid your suit it
not ready yet."

"Oh, you can call me Nitu", she

smiled her charming smile, her
heart was pounding but her words
were surprisingly coherent and in
control, "No, I have come for
another thing. I want you to stitch
a dress for me, I have a party to
go to this month." She offered him
the sequin cloth.

He took the cloth, felt it in his

fingers and told her, "Sure, let me
know what kinda dress you want
and I'll have it ready for you."

"Yeah, I'll tell you as you take the

measurements." Her heartbeat
was increasing every minute.

"Oh, but I already have your

measurements. From the suit,
remember?"

Nitu's heart almost stopped, he

wasn't going to measure her
today?

"No, no" she tried, "I don't want it

to be the same style, I have some
definite ideas about this dress."

"Oh! In that case, I better

measure you again." The smile
came back on Nitu's face, with
her heart beating really fast as he
walked towards the inner room.
She following him in and took off
her coat, which she deposited on
a narrow shelf running one side of
the room, along with her purse
and sunglasses. The cool air-
conditioned air of the room hit her
pussy under that super-short skirt
and made her gasp.

But she was not the only one to

gasp, "Wow!" Raj breathed as he
saw her, dressed in the tiny two
piece outfit.

She smiled. Now she felt better,

she wanted to see this reaction
from him. He composed himself
quickly and said, "You look really
nice, Nitu ji." He motioned her to
take her place.

"Oh just call me Nitu." She gave

him a flirty smile as she stood in
the center of the room, spacing
her heels shoulder width and
putting her hands on her bare,
slim, really fit waist.

"So where do you want to start?"

She was so eager for the touch of
his hands, she felt like she'd cum
when he would touch her again.

He came to stand before her,

close enough to be in her intimate
zone, both bodies feeling the
warmth from each other.
Nitu's pussy tingled as he took
her wrists and guided her to clasp
them behind her neck, gently and
politely, smiling all the time.

He placed his hands on the bare

sides of her slim body and let her
hands caress up and down her
soft skin, around her slim,
gorgeous body, not like a lover,
but not exactly in the limits of a
tailor.

Nitu opened her eyes when she

heard him ask, "So what kind of a
dress do you want?"

"A minidress, short and tight."

She spoke in a well-controlled,
businesslike yet polite tone. She
was feeling more confident now.
Last time he had taken her by
surprise, yes, that was it, she was
not expecting it, that's why he
had succeeded in taking charge,
arousing her like a school girl.

He caressed her flat belly and her

soft, bare waist, "tight around
here?"

"Yes."

"Here too?" he placed a gentle

hand casually on her breast, his
thumb resting lightly on her soft
bare flesh where the top left is
exposed.

"Yesss!" She was feeling a

burning fire coming up inside her
loins, spreading heat throughout
her body.

"How about here?" standing in

front of her, very close to her soft,
warm body he had placed both his
big, manly hands on her firm, tight
ass cheeks. She could feel the
heat emanating from his big
palms through the thin silky skirt
and her pussy was now fully
soaked in her juices. She could
smell the smell of arousal coming
from her pussy above her deo.

He turned to the shelf to pick up

the measuring tape asking, "So
what is this dress for?"

"My husband's new hotel's

opening night. Last Friday of this
month."
"Nice."

He came behind her, with the tape

and she could feel his hands
moving on her fully bare back
side. His hands seem more
confident today, more intimate,
like he knew what she wanted.
Knowing he knew she came with
slutty intentions today turned her
on even more.

He stood really close to her as he

wrapped the cold tape around her
narrow, shapely neck, "What kind
of neck style?" was his expected
question.

"Halter"
He unwrapped the tape from her
neck, but his hands continued to
roam on her soft, bare back, "how
deep back?"

"Backless." She replied.

He rubbed his manly, rough hands

down her bare back, on her waist,
"bare all the way to here?" he
asked stopping his hands where
her skirt started.

A drop of colorless, sticky liquid

detached itself from Nitu's pussy
slit and dropped to the carpet.
She could feel it drip, but she was
helpless, she couldn't do
anything. Every touch from his
masculine hands was making her
hotter and hotter. At this point
she didn't even care if he saw it,
she just wanted more and more. A
LOT more!

Raj saw the drop of pussy juice

between Nitu's legs but didn't
react other than smiling to
himself.

Raj moved to stand in front of Nitu

and put his hands on her flat
tummy, caressing up and also
around her slim waist "How tight
do you want it on this part?" his
hands move up to just under her
tits.

"Very. Very tight." Nitu's throat

was drying fast, her voice
becoming husky with desire.
"Skin tight?" he asked, his face
very close to hers, she could feel
his hot breath on her chest and
neck as his hands caressed her
midriff, in the front and back.

"Yes, that'll be fine." She replied.

"And here?" He boldly put his

hands on her soft tits, squeezing
them a little in his big, strong
hands, "Do you want it to squeeze
like this?"

"Mmmmmm!" Nitu only moaned in

response and several more drops
of her pussy juice dripped on the
carpet.

"...or lift them and squeeze them

together?" Raj's hands showed
her what he meant, grabbing her
firm, hardening tits and pushing
them together.

"Aaannnhhh!" she moaned louder,

lifting her head upwards with her
eyes closed, "Yes, please!"

"How tight squeeze?" Raj kept his

hands on her gorgeous 36C tits,
"this much? This much? Or this
much?" He increased his pressure
on her tits, his strong hands
kneading her soft mounds in his
fingers, pinching her hardening
nipples in his finger and thumb.

"Ummmm....", her mind was

swimming, "Do that again!"

He massaged and then squeezed

her gorgeous tits again, making
the nipples even harder as his
thumbs pinched them firmly.
Nitu's pussy dripped some more
between her legs. A few drops of
her pussy were trickling down
here thigh. Her whole body felt
like it was being cooked on a slow
fire.

She somehow said, "Yessss!" to

one of the squeeze settings as
Raj was kneading her tits.

He then moved behind her, saying,

"How short do you want it to be?"
He caressed her firm ass, giving
her several options for a short
dress. She sighed and moaned at
his touch, choosing a length for
her minidress.
"Are you sure?", Raj asked, "that
is one inch too short to cover your
ass fully. Are you planning to wear
panties under it?"

"No." Right now she was planning

to be a slut, in every manner.

"Then bend over and put your

hands on your knees, let me
check the exposure." Hearing him
talk like that made her heart
jump, her pussy flowing freely
now. She obeyed him instantly,
putting her hands on her knees,
looking behind her, her silky, soft
hair falling down one side of her
face.

"Yes, you are exposed from here!",

Nitu already knew that but his
words made her all the more
conscious of her dress and pose.
Realizing how he was looking at
her bare pussy filled with the
juice of desire, made her already
soaked pussy tingle, itching for
some attention.

But Raj didn't even touch her

pussy. Instead he said, "Stand
back up."

She obeyed.

"Now go to that wall, bend over

with your hands on that shelf."
Raj instructed, but didn't explain
why this time.

Nevertheless, Nitu complied with

his order instantly and without
question. She walked to the wall
with the low wooden shelf,
stepping carefully in her 5" high
heels. Grabbing the 1 foot wide
wooden shelf with her well-
manicured hands she bent over
from the waist, bringing her upper
body parallel with the floor. Her
legs were shoulder length apart
and in that short, silky skirt, just
the tip of her pussy slit could be
seen glistening in the artificial
light.

Raj walked over to her and

enjoyed the sight of her gorgeous
body from behind. Then his and
shot out and slapped her firm ass,
not too hard, but enough to make
her gasp and whimper like a
kitten, "Open your legs wide, Nitu,
spread them fully wide for me!"

"Yes, sir!" was Nitu's meek,

submissive response. She lifted
her high-heeled feet and spread
her legs more than 2 feet wide.
Now as her short, tiny skirt hiked
up, her pussy came into full view,
her tight pussy slit fully wet, her
pussy juices making a fresh
puddle between her legs on the
floor.

Raj, slowly and deliberately, hiked

up her skirt on her waist, fully
exposing her firm, well-rounded
buttocks and her tiny, tight ass
hole. Her pussy was already fully
exposed. Nitu, realizing her
exposed position and imagining
Raj's eyes on her most private
parts, got more and more excited,
her dripping pussy bearing
evidence to her aroused state of
mind.

Raj could feel his dick get very

hard in his pants as he caressed
her firm buttock, in a tight circle,
his thumb actually passed
between her legs and brushed
lightly on her bald, shaven pussy
lip. Nitu almost jumped at that
gentle touch, but Raj continued
the circle and his thumb passing
in her tight ass crack, touched
her pink, tight, hot ass hole.

Nitu moaned louder this time,

"Aaaanh! Please?" She pleaded.
Raj calmly reached over and
untied the neck strap of her tiny,
sexy, short top letting it fall open,
exposing her hardened, sexy tits.
"Please? Please what? What are
you asking for, Nitu?" He asked
nicely, fully in control of the
situation.

"Please fuck me! Enter me! Fuck

me hard!" Nitu surrendered, she
could not take any more. Her body
was burning with desire.

Raj untied her second top strap

on her back and the tiny, sexy top
fell on the floor. Raj started
undoing his pants as he said, "But
you are married, that'd be wrong."

It frustrated her now, she was

past caring for right or wrong,
"Oh, please don't tease me. Fuck
me, please!"

"Oh Nitu, you are talking like a

slut!", He said in mock surprise
even as he took off his shorts.

"Oh, yes, I am a slut. Fuck me like

a slut."

Raj got behind her and pressed

the full length of his thick, hard
cock flat on her dripping wet
pussy slit and caressed her bare
back, sliding his hands around her
slim body to grab her soft, firm
tits. Her nipples were so erect he
could feel them digging into his
palms.
"Mmmmmm yess...please fuck me
with that hard cock!" Nitu was
surprising herself with her dirty
talk. Her husband didn't talk dirty
talk during sex. But even as she
was thinking this, her brain was
overwhelmed with one
predominant thought, "She
needed a hard fuck! Really hard
and deep!"

Raj rubbed her tight pussy with

his thick cock up and down and
that got her to moan more and
louder. As he moved back and his
pre-cum wet thick cockhead
touched her pussy hole, his grip
on her soft tits tightened,
crushing them to pulp in his
strong fingers. Nitu's lithe body
arched into both sensations, the
sound from her lips was half
groan half whimper, "Ungaaaah!"

Keeping his hands on her firm

breasts, he moved his cockhead
around, pressing a little finally
finding the entrance to her
soaking wet cunt. As he started
pushing in, he was surprised by
the tightness of her cunt. Despite
being a married woman, she had a
really tight cunt. The secret was
the infrequent sex that she got
from her husband.

Slowly, Raj started pushing into

her soft, tight cunt, feeling her
pussy juices helping the
penetration. She pushed back,
trying to take more of his
throbbing hard cock into her
hungry cunt. At the same time
she was a little concerned about
the size of his cock. Her
husband's cock was not so thick
and not nearly that long. But right
now her hungry pussy wanted to
be rammed and slammed real
hard and this cock could give her
that.

She pushed back and urged him,

pleading with him, "Please fuck
me. Make me your slut and ram
my cunt with that wonderful cock.
Please?"

Leaving her tits, Raj started

caressing her bare back and her
firm, fully exposed ass as he
continued to push his big cock
into her wet, burning hot cunt.
His cock was loving the feeling of
tightness her cunt had to offer
and slowly he pulled out, to push
it in harder, going in deeper than
before, she endorsed his move
with a satisfied grunt, "Ungggh,
yes!"

Passing his hands under her tits,

he grabbed her shoulders, her
forearms squashing her soft
mounds. With Nitu's gorgeous,
soft, fully exposed body in his
tight grip, and his thick cock
stuffed halfway deep in her hot,
love hole, he started pumping her
wet cunt in and out.

Gradually he started increasing

the length and force of his strokes
and accordingly Nitu's moans and
whimpers started increasing in
volume and feeling, "Unh! Aaaa!
Aaaha! Ummmmh!" With every
stroke her body jerked forward
and a grunt escaped her lips.

Still keeping her in a strong, tight

grip, he pulled his cock almost all
out and then after a one-second
pause, rammed the thick stick
right into her tight little cunt,
going all the way deep, to the hilt,
in the same, smooth thrust.

"Aaaaaaaaahhh!" Nitu's scream

was as much with pain as
pleasure.

And then her back arched like a

kitten and her body started
twitching and jerking violently as
she came on his cock.

He loved the feeling of her hot

cum flowing over his thick shaft
as he pumped her harder and
harder.

"Oh God! I am cumming! Yes, fuck

me, fuck this slut!" She screamed
uncontrollably as he fucked her
erupting cunt again and again.

He made his strokes long and

deliberate, pausing with only his
cockhead in the entrance of her
tight cunt and then slamming it
hard up into her soft, fuck hole
making her body jerk forward.

Within 2 minutes she came again,

the same gut-wrenching, mind-
numbing orgasm, that made her
knees go weak. Just then Raj
slammed his long, hard boner into
her cunt and her body stiffened by
the force of his penetration, her
head jerking up, eyes closed as
she let out an animalistic grunt.

The eroticism of the situation

added to the physical heat got to
Raj and he pushed forward as his
cock exploded in Nitu's cunt. He
kept pounding his pussy as his
big, hard cock spurted his hot
semen into her hot cunt.

Feeling drained from 2 huge,

never-before orgasms, Nitu
collapsed, her slender body
slipping down to the carpet,
causing Raj's throbbing cock to
slip out of her cunt.

Raj held his thick meatstick in his

hand and pumped it, causing
drops of hot, sticky cum to drop
on Nitu's naked body, on her face,
in her hair and on her tits as well
as bare back.

After his cock was full empty, Raj

bent down and picked up Nitu by
her silky, soft, well-cared for hair
and pull her roughly to kneeling
position. "Ungh!" She grunted but
did not protest.

Pulling her face right in front of

his cum-soaked cock, he ordered,
"Clean me."
Very obediently, without even a
single word of protest, she
started licking his still-hard, cum-
drenched cock, though she had
never done it before.

Nitu was dismal. It had been 3

weeks now. 3 weeks and 2 days.
After the first and last time
fucking her in his shop, Raj had
completely ignored her. He had
even sent her sleeveless suit to
her house by messenger.

She had called him at the shop so

many times, but either there was
no answer or if he picked up he
said he was busy. Every night she
lay in bed twisting and turning,
yearning the touch of those hands
again. The memory of that
degrading fucking made her pussy
wet whenever she thought about
it. And she thought about it a lot.
The result was that she was
constantly turned on these days.
She looked at guys differently. In
malls, in office, even at home with
the hired help, when she looked a
guy she thought if he could use
her like a slut! Then she felt
ashamed of herself.

Last week she had finally broken

down and gone to the tailor shop
without an appointment. Raj had
looked out and asked her what
she wanted. She had blurted out,
"I want you to fuck me like a
slut." And he had simply replied,
"I am a little busy at the moment,
can you come back later? I will
call you." She had never felt so
humiliated in her life.

But even at that moment, the

prime emotion in her mind was
disappointment. She went back to
her car with her head bowed with
shame and suddenly realized that
she was completely soaked in her
panties! God! What had he done to
her! She had never craved for a
guy like that before! Men lusted
after her body, she was the one to
tease and laugh. This guy was
driving her crazy and by doing
nothing!! Nothing at all!!! He was
simply ignoring her!

A week had passed since he said,

"I will call you!" but he had not.
She, on the other hand, had called
him the next day itself but with no
result. She had almost lost hope,
but still her pussy tingled only at
the thought of his hands and his
cock. She had begun to think if
she should try some of the horny
men at the club but she had little
hope there.

There were a lot of men in the

club and all of them drooled after
her firm, sexy ass in those tight,
short clothes she wore but none
of them looked like they could
handle a slut in the body of a
respectable lady! And that was
her problem.

Men did ask to dance with her and

she did. And yes, they all wanted
to fuck her, their hands groped
her sexy body at the first
opportunity but she felt like she
was trying the amateurs after
being handled by the best and the
most expert already. Any time a
man tried to touch her in a non-
gentlemanly way she would look
hard at him, giving him her lady-
offended look and he would wilt.
He would move his hands to a
more respectable position and
apologize.

She seethed internally when this

happened. These were not men,
they were sheep! Sheep
pretending to be wolf! Raj had
never given her a chance to give
him that look. She was sure he
could handle her looks and more.
The big party was less than a
week away and she had lost hope
of getting that ultra-sexy
minidress from Raj in time. She
was just putting her purse down
on the drawing room table,
thinking all these thoughts when
the phone rang. She walked to the
bar and picked up the phone on
the wooden counter.

Her heart jumped in her chest

when she heard Raj's voice. She
heard his next words in a state of
dreaminess, he wanted her to
come over today, this evening, for
the first fitting of her dress! He
was asking her if she had time to
come now. She said yes. He said
to come in a couple of hours and
hung up.
Nitu put down the receiver and
realized that her body was
tingling, from head to toe. But
then another train of thought
rolled into her mind. He had
sounded very businesslike on the
phone. He didn't ask after her or
behave at all like he knew her
other than as a client. And all his
remarks were related to the work
only. Did he want to call her just
for the dress? Hmmm, she would
make sure it's not just business.

She picked up her purse and

started climbing the stairs
towards her bedroom with the
intention of picking the hottest,
sluttiest dress she could. And
these days she had the sluttiest
the malls had to offer.

After much deliberation, she

chose a pure white minidress that
was made in a "toga" style. There
was a pair of straps that tied
behind her neck, then these
straps widened coming down
towards her boobs so they barely,
just about, covered her big, firm
tits with a single layer of fabric.
Even now, her nipples were hard
and they could be seen poking
through the white fabric. When
the straps moved lower on her
belly, they were scrunched so
they left her belly fully bare, her
belly button was on display. The
straps widened in a fan style, as
they joined the skirt part of her
dress. The skirt part was not tight
but not flaring a lot, which was
good as it ended just an inch
below her ass.

Her back was fully bare, not even

a single strap or string on it, right
up to the point where her ass
crack was about to start. There
was no possibility of a bra in this
slutty dress, and she had no
intention of wearing panties.

She put on 6" high stiletto heels

that accentuated her ass in that
short dress in a really erotic way.
The heels had fake-diamond
stones on the instep, glittering in
real Hollywood style. As she bent
over to strap up the heels on her
calves she looked behind her in
the mirror, yes, her ass and even
her pussy could be seen from
behind if she bent. Lovely!

She chose hanging, diamond

earrings and made her hair in
such a way that on the left side
her locks were contained by her
ear but on the right side it
covered her cheek. She sprayed
her expensive, Paris original
perfume, under her arms, under
her breasts, and some on her
thighs, very close to her pussy.

She took a long look at the

finished product in the mirror. Her
body was so much on display. She
looked like a slut, but a classy
slut. She was so aroused by now,
her pussy was more than moist.
But she didn't want to play with it.
She wanted his hands on her, his
fingers in her pussy...! "Oh God! I
must stop thinking or I'll cum
before I get to the car!"

She took a woolen, open-weave

shawl to wrap around her and it
increased her sexual look, if
anything.

It was only a 15 minute drive but

her body was on fire, and only got
hotter as she got closer to her
destination.

She walked to his shop with a

loudly beating heart, though she
kept her stride even and sexy, her
tight ass swaying as she entered.

Even before the jingle of the

overhead bells died, she heard
Raj's voice from the inner room,
"Come on in."

She took off her shawl, put it on

the back of a chair. And she
walked into the inner room.

Raj was sitting in a chair in the

corner, with his measurements
notebook on the shelf, making
some notations.

"Hi Raj!" Nitu tried to keep her

voice normal and sexy. And it did
sound sweet and melodious to
Raj. He turned to look at her.

He smiled and said, "Can you

close that door?", nodding
towards the small door she had
entered through.

Her heart skipped a beat as she

turned to close the door. Last
time he had not closed the door.
What's he planning?

"Come. Take your position here."

Raj invited her to come stand in
the center as last time, as he
stood up and start walking
towards her.

Nitu stood in the same position

and held her hands behind her
back. She opened her legs wide
keeping no pretense of being a
respectable socialite lady. She
wanted him and she wanted him
to know it. She pushed her ass
suggestively back so her dress
would hike up a bit.

As he made a small, tight circle

around her, he could see that she
had dressed with care. Her body
was not only gorgeous, it was
inviting! He let his fingers run
slowly on her bare back as he
mentioned, "I have been really
busy, the load of work is pretty
bad!"

Nitu didn't say anything just loved

his touch on her bare body.

"I am thinking about hiring an

assistant." He continued his talk
and the circling, his fingers now,
softly caressing her soft, shapely
neck.
Standing in front of her he
adjusted the straps of her dress,
playing with her tits indirectly, as
he continued, "That's why your
dress also took so long to do."

She nodded at this.

He put his hand on her bare thigh

and press lightly outward. She
immediately and obediently
spread her legs wider.

The way he was talking casual

non-sense as he was playing with
her body intimately, it was driving
her crazy. She didn't know what
to expect, and that was making
her pussy drip. She could feel her
juices ooze out of her tight,
excited cunt and drip on her thigh.
He moved behind her again. His
hands kept moving on her back,
touching and caressing her soft
back, moving lower and lower, "So
when's the party?" he asked as
his hands grabbed her tight ass
cheeks lightly.

"Mnnnh...next Friday." She replied

with some difficulty, trying to
push her ass more into his hands.

"Great! You must be looking

forward to it." Even as he made
small talk, his hands moved under
her super-short dress and started
fondling her sexy, tight ass
cheeks, his fingers between her
thighs, almost touching her
freshly shaven pussy.
Her breathing became heavier.
Her nipples were already so hard
they were aching, and so clearly
poking through the white, thin
fabric of her sexy dress.

His fingers softly touched her soft

pussy lips one fingertip even
touching her slit before he took
his hands out, placing them on
her waist. Then around the curve
on her thighs, caressing softly. He
brought his face very close to
hers, from behind and whispered
in her ear, "This is also a nice
dress." His breath was so hot on
her neck and chest, that Nitu felt
a hot chill go down her body,
setting her pussy on fire.
His hands moved up and cupped
her tits; in that totally revealing
dress he could actually touch and
knead her tits without taking it
off. Nitu's head automatically
lifted skywards as he proceeded
to knead and crush her firm tits in
his big, strong hands. A soft moan
escaped her lips.

He touched his tongue on her

spine, right between her shoulder
blades and licked up towards her
neck. All the while his hands,
crushing her soft tits through her
strong fingers, pinching her erect
nipples through the fabric of her
dress that felt strangely coarse
and so erotic on her body. She
kept whimpering like a kitten.
"unnnnh...aaanh...mmm!"
He continued to play with her
soft, supple breasts standing very
close behind her. His long hard
rod pressed on her ass and
adjusted itself right between her
firm, perfectly shaped ass
cheeks. She could feel the heat
emanating from his hard stick as
he pressed it in her ass crack,
still kneading her tits and his
mouth came on her neck and
started sucking slowly. She
almost came!

His lips touched on the side of her

soft neck, she felt the hot, wet
touch of his tongue and her pussy
started flowing like a stream, her
thighs soaked in her pussy juices.
"Oh, please take me!", she blurted
out, losing all control, her mind in
a sex-starved frenzy.

He sucked her neck harder and

then whispered in her ear, "So you
want to try the dress first or you
want me to fuck you first?"

Nitu tried to control her breathing

before replying, "Please fuck me.
Fuck me, now! I want you so bad!"

"Do you remember what you

became last time?", he pulled on
her earlobe, his hot breath on her
chest was driving her wild!

How could she forget! "Yes, I am

your slut.. Please fuck me like
your slut!", she begged.
Grabbing her hair in a tight grip
he smoothly bent her over the
same table as last time and she
gasped as he slapped her ass
hard enough to make it sting all
the way up her spine.

"Spread your legs, slut!", he

ordered and she immediately
obeyed, moving her high-heeled
foot another foot to the right, so
she was opened wide, her private
parts on display.

Her head was swimming, her

whole body electrified with desire
as she waited for him. She could
hear the rustle of clothing behind
her and then he lifted her short
dress and jammed his hard, thick
cock up into her wet cunt in one
powerful thrust!

"Ow-eee!", she screamed,

surprised at the roughness of his
first stroke. With the big beast
buried deep in her tight cunt, she
could feel its throbbing through
her body. He undid the straps
behind her neck and the dress top
fell forward, exposing her firm,
proud breasts, with the nipples
standing erect like steel points.

He grabbed the sexy, firm tits in

his big hands and started
kneading them as he pulled his
cock slowly out of her hungry
pussy.

"You are no longer the gorgeous

Goddess, Nitu", he said as his
cock slowly slithered out of her
wet pussy, "Now, you are a slut,
my slut!" and with that he
slammed the thick, long shaft so
hard into her soft, little cunt that
her whole body jerked forward,
her head lifting up to scream
again, "Oh my Godddd!"

"Yes, sir. I am your slut!", she

agreed, "Please use your slut,
Sir." The responses came
naturally to her, her whole
consciousness was focused on
this raw hunger, she was hungry
for him, only for him. He started
pounding her tight, wet, juicy cunt
in hard, deep thrusts that rocked
her body.

She collapsed forward on the

table as her first orgasm hit her.
She didn't realize how hard she
was screaming, with every thrust
she yelped like a puppy as he took
her with the rough force that
overtook her whole body.

He kept pounding her wet cunt

with long, merciless thrusts and
her orgasm seemed to go on
forever, filling her whole body
with a feeling like she was inside
a firework.

As she became more conscious

after the first orgasm, he grabbed
her silky, soft hair and jerked her
head back, jamming his big cock
deep into her hot, soaked cunt
harder and harder.
He pounded into her soft,
gorgeous body like he owned her,
using her with a rough,
animalistic force that made her
lose all sense of reality other than
that she was his slut.

And then she felt his huge load

filling her pussy, like hot lava from
an explosion. His thrusts got
rougher and jerky, fucking her wet
cunt in a series of unpredictable
thrusts. she thought about her
position, a society lady, well-
respected, feared, desired and
worshipped! And here she was
accepting the hot seeds of this
man she hardly knew. She came
again, her juices mixing with his,
her body jerking in powerful
convulsions as if the thought of
her degradation was a trigger for
her erotic release.

This one didn't last as long but

made her whole body tingle with
a sensation she had not known
before. Tears dropped from her
eyes as she collapsed on the
table a second time.

Raj let her stay there for two

minutes. Then he pulled her up by
her hair and forced her down on
her knees before him. He told her
that he expected his slut to clean
his cum-soaked cock, with her
tongue!

Nitu was surprised that she didn't

find it surprising. She started
licking their mixed juices from his
cock with an expertise that
surprised even her. She wanted to
please him and keep him happy!

He didn't dress as he had her take

the same position in the center of
the room and helped her put on
her new dress that he was making
for her. As he adjusted the various
parts of the dress on her body, his
fingers moved with familiar
dexterity touching her very
indecently and unexpectedly in
any part of her body.

"So what charity is the party

for?", he talked only of the dress
or the party but his fingers were
touching her bare tits, kneading
them as he fit them into the
generous neckline of the dress.
She moaned and groaned with her
replies which she had to think
hard for, but he ignored them and
went about teasing her into a
state of helpless arousal. Her
body was hungry again as he
slapped her ass and started
talking about how the dress fitted
on her well-shaped behind.

"Do you like the neck straps?", he

was standing in front of her,
talking about the dress but his
fingers were under the dress, two
fingers going smoothly up into her
tight cunt opening her tight little
pussy hole wide.

"Mmmmm, yesss!", she replied.

"Your husband going to be in that
party?", he asked casually as he
fingered her wet pussy, her juices
leaking on his fingers.

"Yessss!", she replied with a gasp.

His style of casually touching and
using her was driving her crazy
with horniness.

"I am going to fuck you in that

party.", he commented casually,
still fingering her cunt.

"What!!?", her heart almost

jumped out of her chest, and she
started blabbering, "No...you
can't..impossible....you can't
even..can't even come into the
party..invitation only.."
He simply smiled, "I am going to
use my slut in that party. Are you
my slut, Nitu?"

"Yes, Sir. I am your slut!" She

bowed her head.

Moving carefully with practiced

ease he took the new dress off of
her and with the same efficiency
laid her down on the carpet. Quiet
casually and without saying a
word he simply got on top of her
and entered her.

It was his casualness that made

Nitu gasp as she felt his throbbing
beast enter her wet cunt, opening
her tight hole wide to fit his big,
fat shaft.
He proceeded to fuck her brains
out like she belonged to him. She
came as his mouth touched the
side of her neck, sucking on her
soft, sweet body!

He felt her orgasm and start

pounding her harder, making her
cum more and more, her body
jerking up in response to every
thrust from his powerful cock.

She came again in 2 minutes, her

body felt like she was floating on
air. Every inch of her body could
feel the electric current that
passed right through her. And
then just as she was feeling
calmed, he exploded deep in her
cunt, shooting a big load of his
burning hot cum into her pussy.
That triggered another explosion
of her own and her body spasmed,
her pussy tightening around his
cock that rammed hard and deep
into her cunt hole.

Again she cleaned his cock like

an obedient slut, feeling happy
and content.

Then he told her to come 2 days

later for the "final fitting" and
sent her home!

Nitu stepped into the big hall on

her husband's arm, looking proud
as her eyes surveyed the scene.
The building although not a hotel,
did look like the huge reception
hall of a 5-star hotel tonight, filled
with guests that were not only
rich but also powerful in their own
right. They were all dressed in
suits and ties, women in cocktail
dresses and expensive gowns
that cost more than a middle-
class family's yearly upkeep. As
soon as Nitu and her husband Mr.
Mehra stepped in, people started
greeting them with polite and
interested, "Good evening!" and
"Mrs. Mehra you are looking
absolutely fabulous!" kind of
remarks.

Nitu was proud of being here

tonight for this big party. And her
husband was proud to have
arguably the most beautiful
woman in the room on his arm as
his personal property.
Many men looked around to see
who had just come in and their
eyes were appreciative and in
almost all cases, full of lust. In
case of married men, Nitu got the
daggers from their wives' eyes
but she cared not. She looked
simply amazing and she knew it.
More than once she thought about
the man who had made the dress,
the man who had taken the
measurements of her body for
that dress! An excited chill went
up her spine as she thought of
that evening when she had gone
to the tailor shop to give
measurements for this exquisite
dress that was now the cause of
envy for more than half the
women in the room. Each step
she took was full of pride and
vanity.

Nitu's reverie about the tailor was

broken by a man's repeated
question, "Mrs. Mehra, what is
this party all about?"

"Arre, Mr. Mittal, you don't

know?", she exclaimed.

"Nahin, I just came back from

Japan this afternoon. Mrs. Mittal
handed me the tux and told me to
get ready. Now, you know how
hard it is to ask questions when
the Home Minister is giving the
orders. I thought I'd ask
somebody at the party itself."

"Actually this is the office

inauguration of the Humans for
Humans NGO's branch in our city.
This is by far their biggest office
and it is rumoured that a lot of
their big policymakers will be
sitting in this office. There is a
dinner tonight which is being used
to collect money for charity. And
then from Monday this office will
be fully functional."

"Oh, now I understand why Mr.

Mayor has graced this occasion
with his presence. And I think I
even saw a couple of cabinet
ministers in the crowd."

"Yes, Mr. Mittal. This is the party

that nobody wants to miss." Mr.
Mehra chimed in.

Nitu suddenly turned to her

husband and said, "Darling, I need
a drink. I'll be right back." He
nodded and let her go.

Nitu found the bar quite crowded.

It was a free bar and it seemed
that everybody had decided to
take advantage of that before
dinner. Even though the place was
full of the richest and the most
sophisticated people in the city
the crowd near the bar was no
different from a normal,
downtown nightclub.

She was still trying to figure out

how to get to the front of the line
when she felt a hand on her ass.
She froze as she realized that this
was definitely a man's hand on
her firm, petite ass, squeezing her
ass cheek as she stood stuck in
that crowd.

She lifted her head and looked

back at the man with an indignant
look, for even though she enjoyed
the attention she could not
encourage a man to so boldly
fondle her ass in public.

To her amazement, as she turned

her head she was looking directly
into Raj's eyes. He smiled as he
gave her tight, firm ass cheek
another squeeze and leaned down
to speak softly in her ear, "You are
looking very fuckable in this
dress, Nitu." And he winked.

She blushed red at his words and

his bold, incredible actions.
"Thank you. You did a good job."

This dress that indeed was a

creation of Raj himself and a
piece of art in the way it used the
minimum amount of cloth and did
more to arouse than to cover. It
was a halter that tied behind her
neck with one strap longer than
the other and hanging right
alongside her spine, leaving her
back and waist completely bare.

There were two thin straps criss-

crossing each other holding the
dress tight against her body,
making her breasts poke through
the thin, sparkly fabric but doing
nothing to cover her exposed
back.
The front cut was deep enough
that about half of her breasts
were exposed in a very
provocative way, pushing her
breasts up so the view of the
cleavage was unbelievably hot.
The hem ended just below her
thighs, hugging her mid-thighs
tightly but going no further than
that. The sparkly, blue fabric
caught the eye of everyone in the
artificial light and wherever she
went, heads turned and eyes
followed.

She was wearing an almost sheer,

lacy, blue thong under it and 6"
high blue heels, with thin straps
that came almost up to her knees.
She smiled back at Raj and asked,
"What are you doing here, Raj?"

Even though she tried to sound

irritated, in fact she was highly
excited and also pleased to see
him. Her heart was pounding in
her chest and the way he was
caressing and kneading her ass
so freely in the crowd was making
her pussy tingle with excitement.

He leaned down and spoke

directly in her ear, "I had
promised I'd fuck you in this
party, didn't?"

She felt like there was a lump in

her throat and swallowed hard. He
had indeed promised to fuck her
in this party for which he had
made the dress but she had never
thought he would really dare to
show up.

"But how did you get in?" she

asked breathlessly. The ticket for
this party was 3000 per plate and
she knew that no matter how
successful Raj was as a tailor he
could not afford it.

"I got a job here as a waiter." His

smile was both winning and
annoying. She now noticed that
his coat did indeed have the red
hankie sticking out that was the
sign of a waiter's uniform for
tonight's shindig.

"But why?", she tried to sound

annoyed, but he was now rubbing
her bare back and the touch of his
warm fingers on her soft, bare
skin made her pussy fill up with
juices. She started to experience
the same feeling of being
intoxicated that she got whenever
she met him. He was very good in
taking control of her and he was
taking control of her now, among
all these people, right here in this
party.

After about half an hour's

hobnobbing with the rich and
elite, Nitu found her husband and
said, "Listen, I will have to leave
you for a while. As you know I am
on the food committee for this
party, and I have to go up to the
dining room floor on 47th and
check the final preparations."
Vikas Mehra leaned in and pecked
his wife's cheek with a husbandly
kiss, "Alright, honey, take your
time, don't worry about me, I'll be
fine."

Nitu knew that really he was

aching to get back to his group of
friends and continue the hunting
and shooting discussion that he
was so deep in.

She broke away from him and

started looking for her friend.

Nitu sought out her friend, Reena

Mittal, big industrialist Mr. Naresh
Mittal's wife and signalled her
with her eyes to meet her at the
elevator.
"Hello Nitu.", Reena chirped as
soon as she came close.

Nitu just nodded and entered the

elevator ushering Reena in front
of her.

"What's up?" Reena asked

suspiciously as she watched Nitu
act so mysterious.

"You wanted me to introduce you

to my tailor, didn't you?" Nitu
reminded Reena.

Two days ago a conversation had

taken place at Reena's big
downtown mansion.

Nitu asked her for the 10th time,

"But Reena, why do you want to
meet that tailor? I am telling you
he's trouble! He has made me do
things I'd never dream of doing
otherwise. You are married, you
are happily married with one of
the richest man in the city, why
risk anything?"

Reena answered patiently, "Look

Nitu, you don't know how my life
is. Everybody can see the money,
the power, the cars, the houses,
but I am not happy! Do you know
how long it was since I had a real
orgasm with a man? 3 years! Yes,
3 years! And that was with the
driver I had then, he was a
wonderful stud of a man.....I am
Mr. Mittal's second wife, he's not
only older he has no interest in
fucking me. He travels all over the
world and does deals in millions,
but me, I need something in my
life, I want sex, I want fun,
please?"

Nitu nodded, "Ok."

*****************
******************

"Oh, why didn't you tell me he

would be here, I'd have worn
something sexy." Reena
complained.

Nitu laughed, "Are you kidding?

This is sexy enough."

And indeed Reena was dressed in

an impeccable sequin cocktail
gown that hung on her beautifully
rounded shoulders with two very
thin straps, they crossed on her
back and there was nothing else
to cover her back or waist. The
dress was so boldly cut that if it
had been another inch lower her
ass crack would have been on
display. The gown reached right
down to her ankles but there was
a wide, long slit along her left leg
that ended on her hip. As she
moved with each movement of her
leg, her whole leg from ankle to
thigh was displayed, just barely
leaving her tiny little thong
covered.

Reena was a young 32 year old

slim, tall woman with breasts that
people could not stop staring at
and long legs that caused
erections whenever she took a
step. Tonight she was wearing her
long, dark hair loose around her
face, framing her gorgeous oval
face like a movie star.

As they rode up in the elevator,

Reena fixed up her lipstick and
pushed her breasts up in the
gown to make her cleavage even
more mouth-watering than it
already was.

As the lift "ding'ed" on 47th floor,

she was ready.

*****************
******************

Raj entered the dining hall, all

empty except for the two ladies
standing in a corner, talking in
whispers. He approached them
with long, bold strides and stood
very close to Nitu, his arm
casually going around her slim
waist. She didn't object but
instead pressed herself close to
him. He had guessed correctly
that if Nitu had brought another
woman to their secret rendezvous
then she already knew the secret
of their relationship.

Nitu introduced him, "Raj, this is

Reena Mittal, Mr. Mittal's wife.
She likes the work you have done
for me and wants to be your
client." Nitu looked directly in
Raj's eyes as she spoke slowly
and meaningfully, "I want you to
give her exactly the same service
that you have been giving me!"

Raj nodded and leaving Nitu took

one step closer to Reena. His
hand reached out and touched her
dress, just on her breast, she
stood still as he fondles her soft
breast, his strong fingers moving
around her proud, firm breast,
squeezing softly, "You have nice
taste in clothes." He said softly
as his fingers started to knead
her breast harder.

Reena moaned softly, before she

could bring herself to say, "Thank
you." He slipped his left arm
around her slim waist and pulls
her closer so her body was
brushing on his as he looked
down into her eyes. His right hand
kept fondling and squeezing her
breast.

And she didn't protest, she

enjoyed it. She felt her pussy
soaking with juices and dripping
into her panties as this insolent,
young, strong man checked her
out like a piece of meat.

He leaned down, keeping his gaze

directly into her eyes and took her
bottom lip in his lips, just as he
started sucking on her luscious
lips, his hand crushed her soft tit
in his strong fingers causing her
to whimper rather loudly.

His left hand was rubbing her

bare back as he kept her lithe
body close to his tall, strong
frame and his lips continued to
enjoy hers, she opened her mouth
submissively and accepted his
tongue into her mouth.

After casually enjoying her for 2

minutes, he stepped back and
looking directly into her eyes,
said, "Tonight is Nitu's night, why
don't you come to my shop on
Tuesday evening, I'd like to take
your measurements." He smiled,
and she nodded, both of them
knew that she'd come out of his
shop after being completely
fucked and used as only he could
use a sex-hungry, extremely
beautiful, young, rich woman.

As soon as Reena left the room to

go downstairs, Raj grabbed Nitu
by the hair and pushed her
casually down on her knees like
she was his personal fucktoy.
Instead of protesting, she
followed the pressure of his hand
and knelt at his feet, immediately
lifting her head to look up at him.

On his nod, she unzipped his

pants and pulled out his thick,
long cock that was already hard
from playing with Reena. She
licked her lips at the sight of the
clear pre-cum dripping from the
cockhead and asked meekly,
"May I?"

He smiled. He had trained her

well. "Suck my cock, slut." He
commanded her, treating her as if
she was not the gorgeous trophy
wife of the most powerful man in
the city but just a cheap whore
for his entertainment and use.

Nitu started sucking him quickly

and eagerly, her red, luscious lips
wrapping around his massive,
throbbing shaft and moving up
and down, taking him deep into
her mouth. Raj pulled her hair and
fucked her face, until he could
feel his cockhead hitting the back
of her throat with each thrust.

Suddenly, he pulled his cock out

and lifted Nitu up. Again using her
hair he bent her over the dining
table and slapped her ass.
Without a word, she opened her
legs wide as her ass felt the sting
of his slap. He lifted her sexy
dress over her ass and with one
hard thrust plunged his massive,
throbbing manhood into her
waiting cunt.

He grabbed her hair and started

pounding her tight, wet cunt with
long, powerful strokes that thrust
her forward as his muscular
thighs slapped her bare, tight ass.
Even though she tried to keep it
quiet, a moan escaped her lips
with each stroke, as the thick
girth of his throbbing monster
was jammed deep into her soft,
delicate pussy.

Using his grip in her hair he

guided her up on the table, and
made her lie down on her back.
He grabbed her legs and placed
them on his shoulders. She was
still getting used to the position
when she felt his hungry, hard
cock opening her soaking wet
pussy lips and invading her tight,
hot cunt with a hard, deep thrust.

She closed her eyes and started

to enjoy his pounding thrusts as
pain started to become pleasure
and she started to feel the same
ecstatic, dreamy feeling she felt
every time he used her.

Keeping her thighs spread open,

he jammed his throbbing monster
deep into her body, with each
thrust her body grinding on the
table but he just kept her thighs
in his grip and kept pummelling
her delicate, wet pussy harder
and harder, making her realize
how completely she was at the
mercy of this man and his cock.

She moaned and groaned with

each thrust, not aware of anything
but his wonderful cock that was
making her his slut, his personal
fucktoy with every forceful,
relentless thrust, taking her and
using her as he pleased.

Her eyes opened with a surprise

as his slap hit her tight, firm tits,
feeling the sting of his fingers on
her nipples through the thin fabric
of her exquisite dress. He was
looking at her, "Who's my slut,
Nitu?"
She replied without hesitation
and quite eagerly, "I am, Sir. I am
your slut, your fucktoy!"

Grabbing her tits, Raj crushed

them in his strong fingers as he
continued to ram his massive
cock deeper and deeper into her
wet cunt. Her moans were longer
and louder as he used her
ruthlessly and without worrying
about anyone walking in and
catching them in the act.

"Oh God", she moaned, "May I

cum? Please Sir?", she pleaded,
she was now used to having to
ask permission to cum when he
fucked her.

He kept pumping her wet pussy

with his thick tool, opening her
small, tight pussy hole wide as he
entered her, his invading shaft
fucking her hard, moulding her
soft pussy to fit around his
massive girth so she would never
feel a smaller cock in it.

He changed the angle of his entry

and Nitu almost cried with a
tortured moan, "Please
Sir....m..mm...may I cum? Please?"

He nodded, "You may cum, slut."

Nitu breathed a deep sigh of relief

as she leg go and her pussy
almost exploded in a huge spurt
of her hot, wet juices soaking his
cock and dripping down in her ass
crack, soaking her puckered ass
hole where his balls were
slapping with each thrust of his
cock.

Her long, explosive orgasm was

still continue when he exploded
deep inside her with a loud grunt,
and she could feel the warmth of
his hot, potent seed emanating
from her womb reaching all over
her body.

She purred with a contented sigh

as she felt him cum in her womb,
his cock still fucking her and his
cockhead spraying his hot,
creamy cum on her pussy walls
with each thrust.

She came again, her juices mixing

with his as they dripped down into
her ass crack and though she
didn't realize it some soaked into
her dress.

He pulled her by the hair and she

dropped to her knees eagerly and
willingly, she knew what was
expected of her now. She look his
cumsoaked cock in her mouth and
started sucking and licking her
own juiced mixed with his cum off
of his thick shaft that was still
hard.

She looked up into his eyes as she

sucked his big beast into her
mouth, almost into her throat, and
she noted with pride that his eyes
were closed and he was enjoying
her hot, expert mouth sucking and
cleaning his cumsoaked cock.
Then she tilted her head down
and started licking his balls,
carefully cleaning and swallowing
every drop of cum she could find.
After his balls she cleaned his
thighs and then traced a few
drops of his cum that had dripped
on his shoes and licked them
clean as well without having to be
told.

Raj smiled down into her eyes as

he jerked her hair up, "Good
cumslut!" and she beamed with
pride.

She adjusted her dress, cleaned

herself up as much as she could
and walked to the door. Just
before she could open it a man
detached himself from the slit in
the door and disappeared into the
shadows.

Nitu's husband looked around to

find her but didn't see her
anywhere, so he sought out her
friend Reena Mittal and asked, "Hi
Reena, have you seen Nitu
anywhere?"

Reena was quick to respond, "Yes,

she was talking to the kitchen
staff on 47th, some problem with
the cutlery placement that they
messed up. She's getting it
straightened out, she should be
here in a few minutes." Then she
asked, "Why are you looking for
her, any special reason?"
He said, "Oh, nothing. Just that
our club has a new member, Mr.
Jadeja from Nagpur and I wanted
to introduce his wife Shweta to
Nitu." He gestured towards the
beautiful woman standing beside
him in a daring low-cut dress.

Reena smiled, "Hello Shweta,

welcome to the club. Come, let's
get a drink. You go ahead, Vikas,
I'll take care of her." Vikas was
more than happy to leave her in
Reena's care and go back to his
friends.

Reena looked Shweta up and

down, "It's a beautiful dress." She
said but in her mind she was
thinking if Raj would like her well-
curved, sexy body, of course he
would, she looked classy but also
sex-starved, you could see it in
her eyes. But then, she thought,
maybe she had her own tailor.

Reena was interrupted in her lewd

thoughts of introducing Shweta to
Raj by the sight of Nitu coming
from the elevator. With a few
quick steps she approached her,
"Hi Nitu, meet Shweta, her
husband has just moved here and
joined the millionaire's club."

Reena continued talking to avoid

drawing attention to Nitu's
condition. A man might not notice
it but from Reena's expert eyes it
was not hidden that Nitu had got
a really hard pounding from Raj.
Her expensive dress was wrinkled
in a couple of places and her
breathing was still irregular.

Nitu could not tell Reena but her

panties were soaked in mixed
cum and her pussy juices and
rubbing on her pussy as she
walked or even stood still. She
was afraid that everybody could
smell her. Her pussy was still
leaking freely from the thoughts
of the fucking she had just got.
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