My name is Falguni, a Bombay girl married just over a year ago. My husband had a small business and his single-minded dream was to expand to a huge departmental store. He had applied for loans to various institutions for the purpose. One day he came home and he told me that he had got a call from the Manager of a Private Company and that he was to meet him on Monday morning at 10:00 AM with all documents completed. It was the most exciting moment for. My husband was supposed to go to Surat to drop my in laws on Friday and was to be back in town by Sunday night for his appointment.
On the next day I received a call from Mr.Parag, the manager of the finance company, who wanted my husband to come over immediately to finalize his loan. I told him he was out of station and he said it was okay if I would come over and sign the necessary documents. I told him I didn’t know a single thing about the documentation but he said it was all right as I just had to sign on the dotted line. So I hurriedly got dressed, putting on a pink Salwar Kameez, and reached the address he had given me on telephone.
After about 5 minutes a peon came and told me to enter the cabin. Raj was sitting all alone. I smiled at the loan officer as I sat down in his office. "I don't understand why you asked me here Mr.Raj. My husband handles the business. He spoke to you about the loan he needs. I don't see how I can help." He was hot for me. I could tell that by the way his eyes locked over my body.
"I asked you to come here this morning Falguni because I WANT YOU TO SUCK MY COCK," he said straight-faced.
"OH NO!!" I exclaimed and got up to leave. "Fuck you! You son of a bitch! You're an asshole!"
"See my dear, if you leave now, and don't blow me, I'll deny your husband the loan he needs. He'll be out of business in a week. Now sit down."
I glared at that banker, and then sat back down. "I'll never do it! I'll tell your boss! You're crazy if you think I'm going to suck your cock!!" I glared at him with hate in my eyes.
"Oh! You'll do a lot more then suck my cock. That's just to start with. Over the course of the loan, six months I believe, I'll have you wherever and whenever I want. If you refuse at anytime, I'll call the loan. As for telling my boss, he won't believe you. This loan is iffy. I think your husband will do O.K. with it, but its close. Prudent banking would deny the loan. My boss will understand that. Then I'll sue your little ass off for defamation of character. I'll own you! SO FALGUNI DARLING, YOU LITTLE CUNT, GET OVER HERE, STOP TALKING AND START SUCKING!" He laughed.
I was stunned. He had it all figured out. I wanted so much to get out of there, but I wanted my husband to get that loan, as he needed the money to make his dream come true. I sat there thinking and thinking. As my predicament sunk into me I whimpered. "If, I suck your cock now, will you give Parag the loan?"
"Yes. NOW LOCK THE DOOR AND GET OVER HERE AND SUCK ME OFF!"
I sat there with shock in my eyes. Slowly, I realized that I had no choice. I was going to do it and I had to do this for my husband whom I loved. Reluctantly I got up, locked the door and turned to face him. He was smiling triumphantly. As I slowly walked towards him he said, "Take your Kameez off". I grimaced. I despised him and what I was about to do to me. Slowly, I unbuttoned my Kameez, glaring at the banker with unconcealed hatred. As the buttons became undone, I held my Kameez closed, hoping against hope for some escape from the lecherous man before me.
"Quit stalling Falguni, or I won't fuck you, I'll fuck your husband!" Raj sneered.
Resigned to the inevitable, I silently slipped my Kameez from my shoulders. I stood before the banker in my sexy, lacy, skimpy white brassiere, my large firm breasts barely concealed by the flimsy garment. My tits pushed against my brassiere, seeming to be trying to break free.
"Get over here!" He ordered. My heart was beating rapidly as I approached Raj. As I came behind his desk, Raj slid his chair back away from his desk. His pants were undone and his cock and balls were exposed. His cock was long, thick and rock hard. He smiled up at me with contempt. "GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES IN FRONT OF ME AND SUCK MY PRICK. SUCK IT GOOD AND YOUR HUSBAND GETS HIS LOAN. SUCK IT BAD AND YOU'RE BANKRUPT."
I looked down at the hard prick. Slowly I sank to my knees before him. Raj put a hand on one of my bra-encased tits and I involuntarily backed away as no one other than my husband had ever touched me there.