The Corporate Fuck happens at the Ceremony.
Hema was in Chennai to attend and participate in her sister's marriage and already the would be brother in law Ram took her in the house elaborately and luxuriously.
Finally the day arrived and it was Sneha's Ceremony.
Hema was surprised to find that she could barely look her sister in the face. She was afraid it was written all over her own features: He fucked me. The guy you're going to live all your life with whose baby you are within your womb, Sneha, he fucked me, last night. Not once, but twice.
And during the second time he caught me like an animal on the floor and fucked me from behind! And I loved it, Sneha, each time. Hema could feel her pulse quickening even as the words appeared in her head. She tried to avoid her sister during the minutes leading up to the ceremony. At the same time, she tried to avoid Ram and her brother Danush too. So she was sitting in the main hall, leafing through a magazine, when a very handsome guy in a Silk Angavastaram poked his head in the door.
"Whoops, I guess this isn't it," he said. "I'm looking for Ram Subbu. I'm his Friend." Hema smiled, intrigued by the good-looking man. She was almost sorry to be wearing a formal traditional South Indian dress, which covered up the lines and sex of her body. But she squirmed in her chair and crossed her legs, watching his eyes linger on her shapely calves.
"I'm Hema," she said. "I'm Sneha's sister."
He grinned and came over to her. He sat in the chair next to hers. Hema realized that these were the chairs couples sat in to be taken through the 'Pooja' ceremony planned during the day. The thought made her giggle softly. "I'm sorry, I know it's rare and odd to be wearing an Angavastaram," the man said, winking.
"Oh, no, I wasn't laughing about that."
"I'm Biswananth Arjun," he said, extending a hand. "Well, I guess I should be finding Ram."
"Oh, don't go yet. Are you by any chance working with Traction Motors?"
"Yes, I work for them as the Regional Manager for South India, how you know that?" he was certainly sounding curious. Little did he know about the conversation between Balu and this damsel?
Hema felt embarrassed. How to tell him about the conversation which she had with Balu and also, somehow thinking again about Ram and Danush had gotten her aroused. And Arjun made her feel even more excited for the reason which we all know, he was her next victim from a Corporate Whore angle and she had to tell him who she was. She knew it was silly, but she didn't want him to leave just yet.
"Did you have something else in mind?" he asked, looking down over her dress. Hema's young tits swelled under the frilly fabric of her dress. She uncrossed and crossed her legs again. Then she looked around the room, as if desperate to see if they could lock it or something.
"I am Hema, work for Company", and she saw Arjun beaming and leering at her after that. She understood the reason.
And she also realized that he was equally wild to fuck her.
"Oh, did Balu just-talk to you about me" she said nervously. Arjun's eyes continued to linger on the neckline of her dress. Just a soft hint of the valley between her two firm jutting tits was visible. He couldn't stop looking at it.
"You're very beautiful, Hema, I can't believe it; yes Balu spoke to me that you will come with the Proposal, but cannot wait till such time. I cannot wait to meet you, you are so lovely." he said under his breath.
He put his hand out, as if he wanted to touch her, but couldn't let himself do it. Hema took his hand in her own and drew it forward until it rested on the very spot he was glaring at, the 'V' between her tits. His fingers on the bare skin of her chest felt warm and dangerous. She leaned forward, her lips wet and parted. Two of Arjun's fingers slipped beneath her neckline. Hema could feel her pussy getting wet.
"Did you ever feel like you and someone else just had to-" But before she could finish, Arjun's mouth found hers. His tongue slipped inside and stabbed hers. His fingers dug into her flesh, trying to slip under the tight bra she wore.
"Wait a second! This is audacious. I am not so cheap that you just pounce on me like this" she panted and feigned annoyance softly. But this was an opportunity to be capitalized. She wound up taking his hands in hers and looked at the fingers silently, "You want them to do something? Do you have to talk here?" he quipped.
She realized that they were sitting right out in public, where anyone could pop in on them without warning. She looked into his eyes and made a simple statement. "Listen, Arjun, I need the Order from you, if you can call your office and get it ready, I promise you fun here today."
"Wow, how the hell was I to be prepared for it, I do not work today. And nobody in my office is aware of it. The Purchase guy will ask me 100 Qs." He showed his exasperation.
But she couldn't stop herself. She reached behind her back and undid the top buttons of her dress. Then she unfastened the clasp of her bra.
"Even now, it is not possible." She shook him out of his senses, he did not expect her to be such a brazen slut and it caused a tremor in his crotch.
Immediately Arjun plunged his hand under the cup of her bra and grasped her firm round tit. He squeezed it, and then pinched her thick swollen nipple, kissing her at the same time. Hema felt her cunt flood with juice.
"Oh God, yes!" she gasped into his ear. "I want you to suck it but the Order first; I need that right away, at least a mail confirmation to Balu from your Blackberry and the actual PO can follow. We will treat your mail as a LoI, and then am all yours!" She rearranged the blouse and hooked her bra back.