The Party Was No Teaser
Sandi Mittal was a Sr Vice President in Promolite Infotech where Balu was a Sr Sales Manager and it was a well known fact that he loved women. Balu was not doing well – he had not met his targets over last 3 quarters and was surviving just by meeting the lecherous needs of Sandi mostly through Mala and another girl called Hema Balaji, we will discuss Hema more in the later stories but this episode will spend time on Shanti.
On the way to the party – Balu fed her with the features of the evening, the warm up games and how it will go on till late night and into the wee hours of early morning. She was looking very pretty and at the same time extremely sensuous and of course innocent. She was ravishing – there is this breed of women who look so innocent and are perfect fodder for the hungry men who take instant liking for this specie in particular.
They are not keen in the Mallika Sherawats – they like the demure, innocent looks of a Vidya Balan who in the bed can outlast even the best of the Porn Queens. Silvia Saint is one of these types and Shanti had her looks and grace.
Very close to being another unabashed but simple looking pussy, she fell for the smooth talk of Balu and wore a tantalizing sari (which Balu had bought for her) at his place and they reached the party well in time.
Sandi was right there and Balu introduced her to him. They shook hands and she felt a current run through her body and the odor he was carrying on himself as too inviting and sexy.
She was smitten, and this was strange to this lass who all through her school and college days remained a frigid ice maiden – kept observing and noticing wickets falling around her where lot of her classmates falling for the idiots and not only losing their virtues but even carrying themselves to the clinics for quick abortions.
Shanti remained away from all this and it was a cool conclusion that she was not the sexual type.
What a transformation. It reminded her of the Vesuvius Volcano story.
Dormant for so long that people forgot its very existence but when it erupted –there was no way one was going to miss the might of the result and even after so many centuries – Vesuvius continues to haunt people’s minds.
She was the modern day ‘Ms Shanti Vesuvius.’
Once they reached the Hotel and even before they had settled down, Shanti realized that the total contingent at the party was just a few people and as the evening progressed – the games became more and more brazen with the contingent getting smaller and soon they all moved into Sandi’s room where the final game began.
The Strip Poker game and Shanti resisted all her might to escape it but Balu gave her no choice.
Yes, the only solace, he told her to just watch. Well – she watched.
The girl with the long dark hair Reena lost again. Slowly, tantalizingly, Reena began unbuttoning the small buttons down the front of her blouse.
As each button slipped through her fingers, the fabric parted further to show the sexy flesh of her chest, and to reveal her large breasts which seemed ready to burst through the lacy black bra she was still wearing.
While Sandi looked admiringly at her perky breasts, caressing their curves with his eyes, the girl with the dark hair to his right shuffled the cards for the next round of their game.
So far, it was just plain strip poker, but the girls, with no persuasion, had promised him some interesting variations later…
The five of them went into the adjoining room and sat down on the soft carpet in a circle.
Roshni was sitting on his left, and since she was the chief for all of them for the evening’s party, she brought out a deck of cards and started shuffling them.
To his right was a curvy auburn-haired beauty named Lisa, and next to her sat Reena, the girl with long dark hair.
Gauri, the playful Marathi lass, sat between Roshni and Reena, completing the circle. After Sandi cut the cards, Roshni dealt out five cards each, and the poker game started.
The girl with the long dark hair lost the first round, but all that cost her was a pair of high-heeled shoes. “That’s not fair, Reena,” complained Gauri, “both Lisa and I were barefoot from the start.”
Reena smirked and replied, “Too late now, Gauri, you should’ve thought of that before we started.
Besides, you’re wearing nylons and I’m not.”
“And how about you, Roshni, what do you have on under that fancy dress of yours?” Roshni was wearing a short, red, off-the-shoulder dress, and black stockings with seams up the back.
“Soon enough you’ll know.” she said, “Let’s get on with it now, I want to see some action. Come on, Sandi, it’s your deal.”
He shuffled the cards, and the game went on. In the next few rounds, he rapidly lost both his socks and his shirt.
Lisa offered to help him take off his shirt, and teasingly raked her fingernails across his chest as she slid the shirt down his arms. He then reciprocated when she lost her skirt, taking the opportunity to cup her ass through the lacy, powder-blue panties.
Reena then lost a hand to Lisa’s three Kings and had to stand and take off her tight designer jeans revealing a skimpy pair of silky black panties. Roshni lost the next hand and raised her dress to show a pair of thigh-high black nylons which she slowly rolled down her legs.
Then Reena lost again… Sandi tried not to stare too obviously when she began unbuttoning her blouse, her slender hands revealing golden skin as every button slipped from her fingers. But she noticed him watching her anyway, and she returned a shy, yet inviting smile as she sat back down.
Next, Gauri lost for the first time. With a smile, she pulled up the hem of her miniskirt and showed off a pair of silky, white stockings which she tugged down her long, slender, tanned legs.
Then it was Lisa’s turn to show what caused the strain on her blouse buttons. She slowly undid one button after the other, and when all the buttons were open she turned to Sandi with an inviting smile.
He put his hands inside her blouse, around her waist, and then moved them slowly upwards, stopping for a moment as his hands cupped the swellings of her breasts through her powder-blue half-bra.
He let his thumbs tease her nipples for a moment and then his hands continued, softly over her generous breasts and on upwards, sliding the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms.
He moved his hands back to her waist, leaned forward, and kissed first one nipple, then the other.
She did not draw back, so he continued kissing and nibbling until her breathing quickened. But Roshni interrupted them; “Hey, time enough for that later! First we’re going to beat the pants off of you, big boy.”
Gauri lost the next two hands and quickly lost her blouse and mini-skirt leaving her in a pink camisole and matching g-string panties. Lisa’s pair of threes was the next losing hand and she moved over to Sandi and asked him to help her unclasp her lacy powder-blue bra.
Sandi stood in front of her and reached around to her back, opened it, and slid it forward with his hands underneath, feeling the smooth, silky texture of her skin under his fingertips.
When his hands approached the round curves of her breasts, she quickly moved back out of his reach, saying “Look but don’t touch, Sandi - at least not yet!” She shook her shoulders, making the bra fall to the floor, riveting his eyes to the movements of her proud, naked breasts.
The long, hard, red nipples making a nice contrast with the pale creamy skin of her tits. Lisa squeezed her breasts together and tweaked her nipples between her fingertips.
Lisa dealt a losing hand to Sandi and it was time for him to take off his pants.
Wearing only her powder-blue bikini panties, she knelt before him and told him to stand up as she started to undo his trousers.
Before she could pull them down, he felt several more hands sliding inside the waistband.
Gauri had moved up next to Lisa, and Roshni stood behind him, her firm breasts pressing against his back, her hands feeling his ass through his shorts.
“We want some fun too.” Gauri said as she slid her fingers inside his shorts, moving her fingertips along his hard dick. The joint efforts of three pairs of hands finally got his trousers off, his dick pushing against the restraint of the boxer shorts he was wearing underneath.
After they dealt the next hand and showed their cards, Roshni giggled and said, “Looks like this is it…” as she stood up, unzipped her dress and faced Balu.
He rose as well, put his hands on her shoulders, and slowly pulled the dress down her arms. It slid easily downwards, spilling out her perfect, high, round breasts. She stood perfectly still, just shivering slightly as he grazed his lips over her nipples.
He let his mouth follow the dress, breathing softly on her stomach as it was gradually revealed. Then he pulled the dress further down, over her hips.
A pair of tiny red panties was all she wore underneath. The dress tumbled down around her feet and Balu cupped the cheeks of her ass in his hands, gently kneading them as he planted soft, wet kisses across the tops of her thighs. Roshni moaned softly, moving her hips towards him.
Balu could see a growing wet spot on the front of her panties, but he released his grip on her hips and sat down again. With the promise of more to come, he was in no hurry.
Reena lost her bra on the next hand, and Sandi whistled appreciatively as she released her big breasts from the black lace. The white skin of her breasts was in stark contrast to the golden tan that covered the rest of her body. Reena blushed deeply and crossed her arms over her breasts as she sat back down.
Lisa’s luck ran out on the next hand and she stood with her hands on her hips and her fingernails in the waistband of her powder-blue panties. She turned away from Sandi and bent over showing him the curves of her ass as she pulled the lacy fabric down her silky thighs.
When her panties were at her feet, she stepped out of them, spread her legs apart and ran her hands between her thighs and up to her crotch. Sandi could see her fingers rubbing between her legs and smell her musky scent. Lisa moaned softly and shuddered with a small climax.
“Now it’s time to explain the next phase of the game,” declared Roshni. Sandi looked at Shanti expectantly, curious about what she was in for now.
“Up to now, the loser’s just had to undress. But what happens if you’re already stark naked and you lose again?”
While listening to Roshni, he let his gaze wander around and only around Shanti up and downwards, over her round breasts with their erect nipples, down to the concealed patch between her legs, and up to her breasts again, he drew for her kiss.
Clearly not what she wanted, she checked the count twice and then just gave her a minimal cool kiss with closed lips. Shanti did not wish more than that – she was here just to help Balu.
He asked her to play – she could not refuse and plunged and lost straight away. Then she lost again right away, and this time she had better luck with her draw. She stood in front of Sandi, facing him boldly as he reached out and embraced her, gave her the kiss she wanted, while caressing her back, down over her pert little ass, gently massaging the cheeks.
She melted into his embrace with a soft sigh, pressed the entire length of her body against his, slowly moving her hips. He just held her gently like this for a moment, then reluctantly released her, took a step backwards, and placed his hands on her shoulders, admiring her lithe, elegant beauty.
He then moved his hands downwards, caressing every inch of golden skin, her breasts, her stomach, her hips, her thighs and slender legs, down to her feet. When he finished she was trembling, but she sat down again without a sound.
Then, finally, came the moment he had been waiting for - Reena.
When she realized what she had coming, she let out a small sigh, laid down on the floor, and closed her eyes. He stood up, his proud dick rising rock-hard straight out from his loins.
Looking up and down her beautiful, slim body, so nude and vulnerable on the floor, he carefully spread her legs, knelt between them, leaned forward and kissed her.
Then he lowered his cock towards her pussy, first with the tip touching just the soft hair, then in between the lips, up and down along the cleft, and finally, when she started moving her hips beneath him, and he could feel juices flowing from her moist hole, he pushed inwards, penetrating her first with the head, then with his entire long, thick shaft in one stroke.
She cried out and put her arms around him, pulling him closer, deep inside her. Her pussy was tight around his cock, as he slowly moved it in and out, her hips following his movements, a moan escaped from her lips at every stroke.
As he increased the pace, her moans became louder and louder, changing into pure cries of joy and pleasure as she came in a shuddering orgasm. As he pulled out, she lay back panting, her chest heaving.
He looked around the room, and found the other three girls all watching intently. “Had fun?”, asked Lisa, one hand moving between her legs, “Don’t spend yourself all at once, please, we want some of that too…” pointing at his throbbing dick, shiny wet with Reena’s juices.
In the next round Lisa got her wish, as she ‘lost’, and of course picked Sandi for her pleasure. “Take me, fuck me from behind!”, she told him as she got down on her hands and knees, her legs spread wide, her red pussy lips open and inviting between the soft, white cheeks of her full, round ass.
He did not hesitate a second, but grabbed her hips and with one violent motion thrust his rigid penis deep inside her hot, wet hole. She let out a long deep cry of pleasure as he banged into her pussy, her excitement mounting rapidly as he stroked her cunt deep and hard.
It took him less than a minute to bring her to orgasm, but still he was saving himself, he wanted to fuck Shanti and just Shanti…Balu took her aside, ” Please help me my love. Give him what he wants- you would have saved me my Job.”
Shanti – forgot all about the promises she had made to herself – not to sleep with anyone other than Balu. This man was an Adonis. She was so smitten by his looks and the sexhibition that she saw in the room was enough to arouse all passions in the Ms Vesuvius. She wanted him and it was not just to please Balu. She needed him for her own sake.
After the party got over – Balu and Shanti waited for a while and returned to the lobby and took the lift where Balu pressed the door knob and left her there.
“I … I … I never expected you to follow me up here,” Sandi muttered. He loved her presence and she knew it, she smiled at him, her expression sent thrills of lustful anticipation through his veins.
When she patted his chubby face with her delicately manicured hand and told him she had looked at him many times while he was in the Party, he felt he was ten feet tall. His response was totally predictable, his arms came around her waist, he pulled her closer to himself; found she was far from unwilling to let him kiss her.
He pulled her tighter to his body as soon as he realized she was not going to object, and she felt the bulge of his thickening cock as it started to erect and form a stiff wedge between their bellies.
She ground her belly and the upper part of her thighs against him. She had a job to do, she had to get this man to desire her time and time again, and yet although she would get well taken care by Balu if she was successful, it was more to make her have him completely, his hands slid down from her hips to her fleshy cheeks.
Not so many minutes later Sandi Mittal was stripped down to his pajamas and Shanti had taken off the quite expensive Saree so that it would not be creased or soiled.
She was letting the lucky-streak Sr VP hug and embraces her, fondle her and excite himself with his lewd clutches of her lovely body.
In only her black strapless bra, black matching nylon panties with silky inners on her legs, a gold belt around her waist, with her lovely kanjeevaram silk chemise, she made the most ravishing vision old Sandi had been allowed to enjoy for many a long year. Not a damsel like her.
“Your wife still loves you, darling?” she asked him quietly, anxious to know if he was her opposite number or a man enjoying himself who could be put under pressure at a later date.
Sandi was trying to ease his eager fingers into the shallow cups of her bra.
He got his finger tips on her nipples and was beginning to rub them before he nodded in answer to her question.” Yes, dear, my wife is very much alive.
She’s up in New Delhi where I come from and she’d die of shock if she knew what I was doing at this moment.”
They both laughed.
Shanti fell back across his bed letting her shapely kanjeevaram silk encased legs heave and jerk about to excite him even further.
When he leaned on top of her to kiss her again, she clamped her hands over his hands that covered her tits and made him roughly massage her globes.
Then to make sure it was clear to him just how far she wanted to go, she dragged his right hand down to the elastic waistband of her panties and made him thrust his fingers under the band towards her crisp curled black hair.
She lay murmuring words of endearment to him as he tenderly stroked her cunt-hair, and then added softly,”You have a lovely touch darling, your wife is a lucky woman, take my panties off if you want to darling … I want you to feel my cunt properly.”
It was many a year since Sandi Mittal had fingered his wife’s pussy in this lewd exciting fashion and when he raised himself to stand beside the bed, the lustful arousal he was experiencing was clear … through the open fly of his pajama trousers reared and his thickly erected penis, throbbing and jerky.
She was sincerely delighted at the virility this elderly man was showing, she heaved herself to a sitting position and reached up her back to get the clasps of her bra undone.
She had her eyes feasting on his huge aroused prick.
“Darling,” he was thrilled to hear the emotion in her sweet voice, “Darling, you want to give me that wonderful cock, don’t you, darling? You are going to give it to me, aren’t you?”
He took the unhooked bra from her, she saw his hands tremble as she handed him the intimate article and his eyes were setting on her now completely naked tits that lolled free and naked in their sheer white glory.
She cupped her left breast with both palms, lifting it so that the pinky nipple was upward thrust, “Kiss my nipple darling, if you want to,” she slyly invited him.
He sank his face eagerly down to the raised tits, her murmurs and soft cries of pleasure were not acted.
Shanti was enjoying his anxious greedy way of gobbling at her raised knocker, she reached sideways to clasp his prick, and she was both amazed and delighted to find the elderly cock was still growing, it was hard and firm and she had had far less virile shafts from men half his age namely her own husband, Sridhar.
The way he was sucking at her firm rubbery nipple was making her impatient, she jerked at his throbbing shaft hard, knowing that he would not be able to stand much of that.
Quickly he grabbed her wrist and made her slow the tempo, then he had both hands to the waist of her panties and began to push them down. He raised her up so that she lifted her ass and made it easy for him to slide the flimsy wispy panties down over her thighs and knees.
“Now you’ve got my panties off,” she teased him.
“Play with me some darling, I love you playing with me, you are so masterful with a woman, darling. Play some more with me … please.”
The poor old fool was quite taken in by her apparent wish to have him toy further with her and that she thought him a superman at this womanizing.