Anisha In Love Ch 03

CHAPTER THREE

Anisha woke to find that her period had finished and it was the brightest morning of her life. Even her name was new as she had decided to drop Anisha as being too virginal and innocent sounding.

But there were to be other, more important changes. Within a couple of days, her apartment would be ready. Tushar was paying the rent for it for the first year and his wife was helping her furnish it and make it comfortable.

She was invited to spend the evening at their house and that, she decided would be the biggest change of all. She sensed that she would go to bed with both of them and that she would never be the same after.

As she dressed, she wondered what it would be like to press her face into a woman's crotch and suck and lick her pussy. Anisha guessed there would be other acts as well and wondered what they would be and whether she would enjoy them all. The thought made her tremble so that she had difficulty fitting her lush breasts into the cups of her bra.

At the office, Tushar greeted her warmly and she saw an exciting light in his eyes as he asked whether her period was finished and she told him it was. Both knew what that meant, but neither said anything about it and she wondered how excited he was.

When he went into his private office, Tushar left the door open and she knew he was looking under her open front desk to see her thighs. She did nothing to hide them and as the morning passed and excitement kept growing for her, she raised the hem of her dress higher and gradually parted her thighs until she felt sure Tushar could see the crotch of her panties.

Once, while he was talking on the phone and she saw his glance focus on her crotch, she put a hand there and rubbed gently, a look of passion on her face in case he happened to look in that direction.

Finishing the phone call, he told her he had to go out for a while and would be back after lunch. As he did, he rubbed at the front of his pants and called her a teasing bitch, but he said it with a grin and she gave him a warm smile in reply.

Tushar returned to the office shortly after two and called her into his office. He closed the door behind her and she smelled that he had included drinks with his lunch, something unusual for him since he tended to save his drinking for evening hours. Despite his enjoyment of sex play, during business hours he tended to stick to business, the care and handling of his empire which he could cash in for millions at any time he chose.

But business was the furthest thing from his mind as he took Anisha in his arms and kissed her with such passion that she felt the kiss right in her crotch and in her tummy.

When the kiss ended after her buttocks had been well fondled and her tummy had rubbed against the hard bulge of his erection, he went to sit on the couch and surprised her by having her stand in front of him.

"All right, Anisha," he told her with a strange look on his face, "you teased me with your panties this morning, now do it again. Pull your dress up nice and slowly, all the way to your waist. I'm going to have a good look at your pretty little panties this time."

Trembling, wondering whether he was going to take her right there on the couch in the office, Anisha took the hem of her dress in both hands and pulled it slowly upward, over the expanded tops of her nylons, then up over lush thighs, thighs which could have made her Miss America. When her panties came into view, she jerked the garment all the way up to her waist.

Anisha posed that way for a little while, wondering why he didn't touch her, then she turned slowly around to show him a little of her magnificently rounded buttocks the sheer nylon panties covered.

She felt his hands then, but they were not fondling her as she had expected. Instead, they were pulling her panties down, all the way down until they were at her feet and he helped her step out of them.

Tushar got up then and had her lie on her back on the couch, making her sure she was going to get then what she hadn't expected until they reached his home. On command, she bent her knees up and opened her hot crotch wide. Below the bushy crown of her mons veneris, her crotch was hairless and smooth, pink lips neat and smooth, seeming to pout a little as though silently begging for something to come between them and stretch them wide apart.

The man got on the couch then and she groaned as she saw him licking his lips. As his tongue moved between them, she wanted to cry out for him to lick that way down in her crotch, between her tender pink lips which were already working in a sucking motion.

She watched as his face approached her crotch, then she felt an exhalation of moist, warm breath right on her organ, his open mouth within an inch of it.

And then, to her surprise and frustration, the face drew back, a devilish grin on it. Kneeling up, he opened his fly, reached inside and, after a brief pause, pulled out his beautiful big penis. Still grinning, he pulled the foreskin farther back from the big head to reveal the pink neck of it.

"Want some, Anisha?" he asked as he waved the hard rod at her and smiled. "Want to feel this big, still cock stretching your almost virginal little pussy?"

"Yes," she panted, "yes. Oh God how I want it. I've never felt this way in my life. Oh Tushar, I'm out of my mind. Give it to me. Stuff it into my pussy and fuck me until I die." As she groaned the words, her naked behind bounced up and down on the couch.

He lowered himself onto her, slowly, the head of his tool hitting her sensitive, silken inner thighs, then he put a hand between them and guided his organ downward so that it touched between the satiny globes of her buttocks.

Holding it, Tushar drew it up slowly, all the way up, the velvet head rubbing her pouting lips until it reached the foliage of her generously fleshed mount of love. After it rubbed there, causing him to shudder as her belly fleece tickled the sensitive head, Tushar sent it slowly back down to the center of her warm slit, gave a slow push and stretched her tight aperture as the head pushed in. He left if there for about a minute, then groaned as he pulled it out and knelt in her wide open crotch.

"God, what a sweet, tight little pussy," he told her, then put his stiff tool back in his pants. "What a pity I'm going to have to wait until this evening to get my prick into it."

"Oh no," she groaned in frustration, "give it to me now, Tushar. Fuck me, don't leave me like this. I can't stand it."

"You did your teasing when I was on the phone this morning," he told her as he picked up her panties and tossed them to her. "I did mine just now. Cover up that sweet little pussy before it catches cold."

Anisha groaned again and rubbed her thighs together, then his grin became infectious and despite the gnawing frustration, she was able to laugh.

"Damn you, Tushar," she said as she pulled her panties on and snugged them around her, "you're a sadist."

"Think so?" he asked, his grin widening. "Wait until you're lying across my thighs tonight and I'm spanking that beautiful ass of yours. I'll make you like it too, I'll make you into a lovely masochist. Have you ever had your ass spanked?"

"No. Do you really mean that?"

"Of course I do. I wouldn't lie to you, Anisha. My wife loves to have her bottom spanked until her cheeks glow and tingle. You'll learn to like that too. Now be a good girl, go back to your desk and do lots of work. Five o'clock isn't that far off."

"This time, her smile was weak and accompanied by a groan as she faced the prospect of spending a long two hours at her desk, her body hungry for sex, even if that brand of sex included a spanking. She wondered if it would make her cry, but decided not to ask.

"Oh Anisha," he called as she left the office, leaving the door open behind her, "come back a minute, there's something I forgot to tell you."

She returned, wondering what new goodie he had to tease her with.

"What I forgot to tell you is that we're going home now. Nisha's waiting for us and she's every bit as horny as you are and as I am. Let's go."

Her face lit up and she gave a little squeal of delight as he patted the seat of her dress, picked up his jacket and slung it over his shoulder.

On the way out, they stopped at the desk of the office manager, a stout, stern looking woman in her forties. As he spoke to her, Anisha saw clearly the big bulge of erection in his pants and saw the woman look at it too. Anisha guessed he wanted her to see it, wanted her to know that he was taking his secretary to bed and it was for that reason that he'd slung his jacket over his shoulder rather than wear it.

"I'll be gone for the rest of the day and so will Anisha," he told the woman and Anisha saw that the bulge in his pants was throbbing. "Have the switchboard stop all calls, you can take any that have to be taken."

"Shall I call you in case of anything important, or will you be too... uh... busy?" the woman asked with a look at Anisha who was blushing.

"If you can think of anything more important than I'm going to be doing, go ahead, but you'll know what to expect if you make any mistakes."

"What was that threat all about?" Anisha asked as they walked to the parking lot.

"About a spanking or perhaps a strapping."

"But my God, she looks like such a tyrant. I can't imagine her submitting to that."

"It's all a matter of learning how to use people, Tushar told her as he held open the door of the Lincoln for her. "She--likes to spank tender young female bums. With my permission, from time to time she's able to trap some young woman in a situation where she has no alternative but to accept a spanking. When it happens, she takes the girl into my private office with the intercom turned on. I sit at your desk and listen. Sometimes I get so horny that I jerk myself off while I'm listening to her spanking that tender bare ass."

"But do you think she'd let you spank her? She doesn't look the type."

"She has already submitted. I had her stay on after work one day and told her that if she was to continue to have my permission to spank, then she would have to submit to one herself. She didn't like it, but she took off her dress and slip, then she was peeling her corselet down her big behind.

"Christ, what an exciting big butt she has. I took her over my lap and spanked her, then made her bend over with her hands on my desk and I gave her a bit of a strapping with my doubled belt. When I finished, I took my cock out and was going to slip it up her pussy, but she told me she was a virgin. I pushed my cock between her red ass cheeks, found her hole and ass fucked her instead."

"God, what an amazing man you are, Tushar," she said with admiration as he wheeled the big car out of the parking lot.

"And what an amazing woman you're going to be, if you want to."

"I want to, Tushar," she told him and he drove fast towards his home where Nisha awaited their arrival, her panties so hot that they threatened to melt. As Tushar and Anisha entered the house he patted Angle's bottom, then they went to the living room where he knew Nisha was waiting, though he didn't know how she would be dressed. Both he and Anisha gasped at the sight of her.

Nisha stood smiling hotly, clad in a short mink jacket which was wide open to display her boldly jutting breasts, and a pair of high heeled shoes. She had lip stick painted her nipples and navel and was a stunning sight. Her husband took her in his arms to kiss and came away with lipstick marks on the front of his shirt.

Smiling, Nisha came to Anisha, took her in her arms and gave her a kiss which made her tremble. That being kissed by a woman could do that to her, told Anisha that she was going to do a lot more than just kiss and would enjoy it.

Nisha had drinks prepared for them and she poured a round. While they sipped, Tushar had Anisha tell what he had done to tease her in his office and they shared a laugh over it.

"Only a real sadist would do that to a horny girl," Nisha said, her eyes shining with excitement. "Having just the head of his cock in you, then having him take it out without fucking you must have been torture."

"So you're calling me names again are you," Tushar said with a frown which the women knew was pretended.

"Oh, I'm sorry, dear," Nisha replied, her face looking serious.

"It's too late to be sorry now, darling. Your ass is going to pay the penalty for your loose tongue."

He began undressing and did not stop until he was naked, his rampant pecker thrusting, his heavy, hairy sac dangling and looking very full. When he told his wife to take her jacket off, she pouted and asked him to give her another chance. As Tushar coldly rejected her plea, Anisha knew they were playing a game and that it was for her benefit, so she decided to enjoy it.

Tushar sat, then his wife was sobbing as she lay across her thighs, displaying a luscious behind, the skin flawless and white, the curves so exciting that Anisha wanted to reach for them, to fondle them and even to kiss them, she admitted to herself with surprise but without any degree of shock.

While Tushar scolded his wife, he fondled her nether cheeks lovingly and parted them to view her little pink hole and to show it to Anisha, who stared hotly, passion taking complete control of her.

"It's been a long time since I've shoved my prick up your arsehole, hasn't it, darling, I'm afraid that one of these days I'm going to have to give you a ass shot to remind you to mind your manners. For this time though, I'll settle for a spanking. I'm saving my cock for Anisha 's hot little pussy. Ready now, here we go."

He spanked hard and Anisha wondered how the woman could take it without crying and wondered too what it was going to be like when her time came to lie bottom up over his lap or Nisha's. And then Nisha was crying as the slapping hand painted pink roses all over those lovely buttocks and the woman squirmed and kicked, but was never able to move her target area out of reach of the spanking hand.

As Tushar's big, open hand continued to rise and fall on the twitching buttocks of his wife, she cried more and more loudly and Anisha sensed it was real, not make believe as it had been earlier. Skin that had been turned pink, made the transition to red as each slap of Tushar's hand sounded like a pistol shot and Anisha felt the effects in her hot crotch which seemed to throb with each slap on Nisha's quivering, twitching buttocks as her lovely legs kicked and one shoe flew off.

There, I think that will do for now," Tushar said after a particularly hard spank on each cheek. "Come feel how hot a well spanked ass can be," he said to Anisha and she hurried to take advantage of the offer.

The silken skin of Nisha's ass cheeks was so hot that Anisha found it hard to believe that Nisha had actually enjoyed the spanking.

"Ooh, darling," Nisha said between sobs, "what a yummy spanking thaf was. My ass is still on fire and the tingle is delicious. Please do kiss kiss for me, while the fires are burning."

Helping her to her feet, Tushar led his wife to the couch where she lay on her tummy, sighing and making wet, sniffling sounds.

"Let me, Tushar," Anisha said impulsively as the man bent over his wife, gave her a loving kiss on each hot cheek, then got up and gestured to Anisha to help herself. Her heart pounding, Anisha held the woman by the hips with both hands and began kissing and licking the hot, silken skin.

After she had kissed both rounds for a long time, the deep crack of the woman exerted a magnetic effect on Anisha and she found herself drawing the tingling globes apart so that her tongue could lick deeply in the warm valley. When her tongue found the little pink ring of anus, she played with it and caused Nisha to groan and sigh more loudly as her behind began to sway.

"Anyone who can lick an butt like that will be one sweet little pussy lapper," Tushar told Anisha as he pushed the hem of her dress up and played with her lush bottom, through and around her skimpy little panties.

Pulling Anisha away from his wife's bottom, he had her stand and take her dress off. Nisha sat up at once and seemed to forget about the tingling needles in her behind as she ate Anisha up with her eyes.

"God, Tushar," his wife said huskily, "she's just too beautiful to be true."

"She is, isn't she. Now let's see some more of her," he added as he put his arms around Anisha and easily unhooked her bra, slipping it off and stepping back.

"Christ, what a set of tits," Nisha panted. "She needs a bra about as much as I need a jock strap. Let me feel those beauties, you angel you," she went on as she reached for the stunning breasts and fondled them lovingly while Anisha sighed. Her boyfriend's hands had never been nearly so exciting.

"Ooh, Nisha," Anisha sighed, almost crying with desire, "your hands feel so good. I've never had my tits fondled like this."

"Then come to the couch, angel and you'll have them sucked like they've never been sucked before."

"Nishar still, darling," Tushar broke in, "let's go to our bedroom where there's more room. We can work on her together, one tit each. That should show Anisha what heaven is all about."

Amazing Anisha with his strength, the man picked her up easily and played with her bottom as he carried her out of the room. As they passed through the hall, Anisha emitted a little gasp at the sight of a maid at work there.

"Don't worry about that, dear," Tushar told her as she saw the maid looking her over, "this is a very informal sort of household and she's a very special maid.

As he carried her up the stairs, Anisha looked back to see the very special maid hurry a hand into her crotch to rub there and since she was not wearing panties, there was nothing to protect her clitoris from her stroking finger.

The bedroom door was open and Tushar went right to the oversized bed where he deposited Anisha gently on her back, the lay atop her, tucked his strong penis between nylon sheathed thighs and kissed her passionately on the mouth. He got up then and his wife replaced him, kissing Anisha with equal passion and making their breasts mash warmly.

It was obvious to Anisha that she was not the first woman they had worked on together as one crouched on each side of her and each claimed a breast which they fondled with such erotic intensity that she thought she was going to climax.

And then the thrill was magnified as husband and wife each sucked a breast into their mouths and began to suck. The thrill of having both her breasts sucked at the same time drove Anisha wild and her groans and sighs further warmed the quiet room, the only sound to be heard. In addition to the sucking they gave her, they fondled her as well and there seemed to be a hundred hands moving over her thighs and the crotch and front of her panties.

The couple stopped sucking only when Anisha groaned that her nipples felt raw and that she couldn't stand more. Kneeling above her, they examined the result of their handiwork and fondled the firm, silken gourds in unison until Tushar announced it was time to take Anisha 's panties off and move on to the next stage of seduction.

"You know, darling," Nisha told her as her husband moved down on the bed to strip Anisha 's panties down her legs, "we're both going to suck your pussy. Does it matter to you who does it first?"

"No, just so long as you both do it."

"Then it will be ladies first, angel. I'm dying to lose my face in that sweet crotch of yours. I'll make you very juicy and I'll suck up all the pussy flavored juice I can find and give you a lapping you'll never forget."

The panties were gone then and Anisha threw her legs wide open, but she wasn't to get it in that position she learned as Nisha told her to sit up. She did, then Tushar lay on his back and licked his lips.