Chapter 2: The Indian Intern in the office.
I stood up as fast as I could and wedged my cock into the crack of her impressive butt. I pushed that glorious ass meat around my cock and began humping Laila like a dog in heat. It only took five minutes before I began showering her massive donk with a virtual geyser of cum completely glazing her cheeks.
"Oh yeah, Laila you gotta a brother sprung and I ain't even got the pussy yet." It was a candid admission.
"The night is still young, and I would very much like to show you some of the other things I learned during my familial studies-if you don't mind." I was floored mentally, and my body was a wreck as Laila stared in my direction with a somewhat serene smile reading across her plain features. Her invitation was clear as day; It was Friday after all, and I could think of worst ways to spend my time.
"You two Should REALLY get a room." A voice interrupted before I could answer. Laila's mouth formed an O as our collective attention was drawn to a vagrant sitting approximately six feet away from us. He had been sitting there the whole time watching our impromptu sex show.
We noticed his exposed cock and the semen littering his dirty cargo shorts.
"Ah, FUCK ME!" I yelled.
DIRTY DAWG-THE INDIAN INTERN CH. 2
I glanced over at Laila finding that crazy smile as she simply shrugged. We both glanced back at the vagrant who similarly shrugged before common sense prevailed. I decided right there in that moment that I was going to take Laila to the nearest lodging and completely ravish her. This thick, pear shaped ingenue was going to get her back severely beat out on the business end of my junk. The Indian intern, the actual niece of my hated boss Mr. Kumar was going to ger railed until my cum was squirting out of her ears. Thoughts of what it could mean to my job being caught in such a compromising position and my inherent fear of unemployment went right out the window as Laila interlocked our fingers together.
"Perhaps, you are going to FUCK ME quite vigorously, my friend?!!" The way she'd sensually hissed the question had me almost animalistic again as we reached my car. I walked her around to the other side, a hand planted dead center in the middle of her wide butt. It was my intent to open the door for Laila, but she leaned against my door supporting her weight with both hands. From anyone else's point of view, it would've looked like I was arresting her or something.
"Damn, what're are you doing?"
"Apologies are due on my part; I confess that I want to feel you pressing yourself so nicely against my bum, once again." She admitted.
"Are you serious, Laila; shit girl!!" I grunted helping myself to handfuls of her luscious rear end.
"The feelings I receive when you press you dick against it are very, very intoxicating, to say the least." Laila further confessed running her tongue over her bottom lip. As far as I was concerned, this was too good to be true and I wasn't gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.
We ended up grinding against one another as Laila bounced back into my pelvis, fully engaged. I don't know how to say it, but I was enchanted with the sudden nature of whole affair finding it almost surreal. Laila captured my right thumb, wantonly fellating it as we bumped and rubbed against one another feverishly.
"GET A FUCKING ROOM FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!!" Both of us were suddenly caught off guard as a large luxury hummer pulled up on the driver's side of my parked vehicle. The window was rolled down on the passenger's side of that vehicle revealing the old Larry David looking fucker who's shamed us both collectively in the elevator a while ago. He was glaring at us possible out of jealousy perhaps; but we just stared back at him. I wanted to flip him off or yell an explicative, but the old guy had a point as Laila turned smiling to me.
"We should perhaps, entertain the suggestion my friend; I would like to demonstrate more of my familial studies, in private." I opened the door never taking my eyes from the guy in the hummer, ushering Laila inside. The old asshole pulled off as I rounded the corner screeching down the ramp leading out of the parking garage as more people started to walk and drive by in other vehicles. I guess I was kind of lucky he's caught us noticing a group of women walking by my parked vehicle. This one redhead had a whistle around her neck which she raised to her lips clearly intending to blow an alarm of sorts before her blonde associate stopped her. I noticed the bespectacled woman motion towards Laila sitting in the passenger seat of my Chevy Nova. The unassuming Indian woman waved back in a friendly manner only to be snubbed as the women continued onward to a shared vehicle.
"Man, that was close." I admitted sitting behind the wheel.
"My uncle Kumar would be so very, very angry if I were to disgrace him in this manner." Laila reflected.
"Yeah, kind of takes the fun out of it; want me to take you home, Laila?"
"No."
"Excuse me?"
"I want you to FUCK me." The blue word hung in the air between both of us on that front seat. The decisiveness and assistance lingered pointedly. Laila reached over resting a palm on my forearm as I glanced over in her direction finding an encouraging sight. She's pulled her skirt up with her legs splayed apart as far as anatomy allowed. Her panties were pulled to the side while her fingers rubbed her mound. She softly pulled my hand into her crotch. My middle fingers discovered her unobstructed slit tracing it methodically as Laila became sopping wet in seconds. Her hand covered my own intruding one as I curved a finger inside. The ingenue moaned caressing the top of my hand lovingly peering downward at my progress. I managed a second finger hearing the wetness audibly from her crotch.
"You're so wet."
"You make me wet, so very wet setting a fire in my pussy. Feeling you inside, feeling it so nicely gives me these immoral thoughts and feelings, a fiery passion. Please continue these movements, give me a nice fingering." The sounds squelching from her sex were loud and noticeable.
"Fuck, you're so damn wet."
"Keep up with this fingering motion; it feels especially good." Laila twisted and arched her back reaching up under her vest undoing a few buttons on her blouse. My two middle fingers were curved inside as I finger banged a little roughly getting results. Laila was dripping wet, slick between her thick inner thighs.
"Damn Laila." Her hand slid into my lap covering my crotch, groping and kneading my tumescence.
"I must apologize for this; but I am needing your dick, soon." Laila worked her shirt and accompanying vest up revealing the underside of her breasts hidden behind a simple, utilitarian brassiere. I felt detached from my being watching her finger hook into the cleavage line. A thick nipple popped out in the darkness devoid of detail other than its prominent size shrouded in darkness.
"Alright, we'll go to my place."
"No, perhaps it would be convenient to perhaps, visit a hotel?"
"Really?" Laila arched her back in the seat, sliding her finger along the other side of her brassiere until the other thick nipple appeared. Her breasts were large and constrained with both nipples pushed together in an enticing display. Laila cupped the undersides of her breasts squeezing and jiggling them for a few seconds, becoming even more aroused. Her arm went behind my seat as she leaned over kissing me softly.
"Yes, I need a very, very good fuck; I want your dick." I hadn't realized my cock was free and in her hand until it was a blur in her stroking fist. Precum was running freely from the crown of my penis as she kissed me again
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"SHIT!!" I turned the key in the ignition backing out of the parking space as she cooed in my ear, flicking the lobe with her tongue. Her slightly exposed breasts were touching my bicep as Laila moaned from the stimulation of my shirt sleeve.
I gunned it down the curved ramp leading to the parking garage exit as Laila sank three fingers into her snatch before adding, rather slathering her wetness on my prick. It was oily wet, so sticky as she continued playing with my cock making veins sprout on the surface.
"Oh yes my friend; all of my private parts are so very hot and wet for you!! I want your dick in all of my openings!! Yes, you must vigorously push your big dick into all of my openings until I am unconscious!!" Laila was getting me worked up and so hard near to bursting as my foot mashed the gas coming down the ramp. The gate was already up, the security booth looked empty so I had it in my mind to hit the street for a motel a few blocks away as fast as my car would take us. Laila was wildly frigging herself mumbling something in her native Hindi as my headlights illuminated a sign hanging on a thin chain between the parking booth and the adjacent concrete wall.
"OOOHHHH FAAAAWK!!" The sign read "CLOSED-USE OTHER EXIT"; but I was already crossing over the raised spikes which destroyed my tires in dramatic fashion as I skidded out into the back street behind the parking garage. I had to make a hard left turn of the steering wheel to avoid colliding with a pickup truck parked on the residential street, skidding to a stop.
"Fuck, me." Laila and I glanced at one another as some pedestrians appeared along with a few security guards from the parking garage. We quickly made ourselves presentable before they could see into the car window.
It was a sobering experience as I ended up filling out an incident report with the security guards who side eyed me the whole time while eyeballing Laila who hung back at the trunk of my car, visibly embarrassed. She eventually became so uncomfortable that she turned her back to us. I noticed one of the guards checking her out following the trajectory of his gaze to Laila's huge shelf like posterior. The other guy, some buzzcut wearing prick tried to obscure my field of vision getting between us talking a mile a minute. The irritation and Laila's disposition prompted me to call a Uber to ferry her back home to her uncle. Those guys would've kept looking if I didn't cradle her body with my own, mad dogging both of them. The buzz cut even had the nerve to ask her pointedly if she was okay. After a few minutes of waiting and thinking, it dawned on me that Laila had been asked the question because she was discernibly Indian, and I was black.
