Vipul looked down at his secretary and frowned. She was a good secretary but she was a bit too hot. Kaya was barely nineteen and she had all the perkiness of youth. Just nineteen and already married! But as the manager of a major IT firm, Vipul found himself sympathizing with her parents.
Kaya was too good looking for her own good and her ripe tight body simply begged to be nicely fucked. Even now as he was sitting at his desk dictating to her, the forty year old father of two, felt a faint stirring deep within his pants. Kaya's perfume washed over him and left him tingling and breathing hard.
She wore a blue saree and a blouse that was perhaps too tight for her firm bust. She wore a low cut blouse which offered glimpses of the treasures contained within. She had the perfect dusky Indian skin -neither very fair nor very dark, but just right. Just sexily right.
And to make matters worse, she wore her saree a bit low, just barely covering her navel and the result was that sometimes when she moved, a part of her belly-button would be revealed. Such things were too much for Vipul, Senior Manager, and horny forty year old father.
Sometimes during team discussions his attention would wander and come to rest on his secretaries womanly parts. That would not do. What if his own subordinates caught him ogling a teenager? And a newly married one?
Six months after she had joined Vrestha International as under-secretary, Kaya had gotten married. In fact Vipul himself had blessed her marriage to some schmuck. Why did some idiot deserve to fuck what Vipul couldn't? He had fumed, as he blessed her with future happiness.
Needless to say Vipul would masturbate multiple times everyday in his office; thinking about Kaya, her lithe, supple five foot-seven frame, her revealing colorful sarees, her lovely kissable face with its sharp nose and chewable lips, her...
"Its not my FAULT..."
Vipul started.
Kaya dashed into the room and slammed the door hard. "That bastard..." she screamed. She paled suddenly on realizing her boss was still in the room. Vipul had dilly-dallied past his usual work time, for obvious reasons.
Concerned, Vipul approached Kaya. "What wrong Kaya?"
Kaya hesitated. "Come now Kaya you can tell me," Vipul said, assuming a paternal air.
Kaya hesitated again. Vipul strode towards her pulled her a seat and helped her into it. "What wrong Kaya? Tell me." he repeated.
He carefully placed the palm of his hand on her bare shoulder and squeezed slightly, delighting in the touch. Kaya did not seem to notice.
"Its... its personal sir."
"Oh, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to Kaya," Vipul said shrewdly.
"No... No... its not like that sir." Kaya sounded abashed.
Vipul slowly moved his hand from her shoulder to her bare back. Gods, but her skin was so soft and smooth! "Couples tend to have misunderstandings in the early days of marriage and more so later. God knows I have gone through such things may be I can help."
She turned to her manager with a look of utmost shock on her face. "Pardon sir, but I don't think you can help."
"Try me," Vipul persisted.
Kaya hesitated. Vipul was somebody she respected and so trusted. He had chosen her and groomed her. She had even got married thanks to him and this job. But could she trust him with such a problem? After a moments debate she decided she could take a leap of faith, couldn't she?
"Me and my husband sir, we...we are knew to this thing, this..."
"Yes," Vipul said encouragingly.
"My husband and I we..." Kaya faltered, "we are not sure how to have sex." Soon as she said this she looked at the floor and was very embarrassed. "'My husband is from a village and though educated he has no experience or idea what to do and neither do I. And this has become a problem in our marriage. Rithvik thinks I am not interested in him. But it's not like that, I don't know what to do. I am scared of sex and the...pain. But my husband he misunderstands."
So did not notice the look of utter happiness on Vipulji's face. The sexual dream girl of his life had just told him she knew very little about sex. That she trusted him with such information meant...
"Why haven't you spoken to your parents about it Kaya?"
"They would think me inadequate sir. And if something happened in my marriage they would blame me. I am so scared sir, I don't know what to do. I am too embarrassed to talk to any of my friends."
Kaya did not still notice when Vipul's fingers dug more forcefully into the blemish-less skin of her exposed back. She did not see him biting his lips and giving her a very dirty look. "You just rest here Kaya, let me bring you some water and then we'll talk," Vipul said and left.
The talk with Kaya and the first contact he had with her skin had given him a hard on. He needed to relieve it. There was no one there, after hours as Vipul jerked off in the refreshment room while thinking of Kaya. He realized as he fucked her in his head, that she was by her own admission, a married virgin! He had a chance with her however feeble! The thought made him jerk off and he quickly grabbed the nearest thing- a water glass- and ejaculated into it.
He was about to wash off the glass when he was struck with a sudden idea. He filled the cum containing glass with water and stirred it with a spoon.
He then took it to Kaya. "Here Kaya have some water." He offered her the glass.
Kaya began drinking it. Vipul was enjoying the sight of Kaya, unknowingly drinking his semen. Kaya made a face. "This water tastes weird." She looked at the glass. "It looks milky."
Vipul patted her on the head, and pushed her head towards the glass, "it's all the minerals floating around Kaya, please drink, it will make you feel better." Kaya swallowed to the last drop.
After this Vipul started on a careful path. Under the guise of a doting elder, he began acclimatizing Kaya's young innocent mind to the murky world of sex, through lies and deceit. He started her off by asking her to read erotic literature from his favorite site-Literotica. He would frequently mail her his favorite stories for her to read. He started out slow, just a few loving wives tales and then he advanced to the non-consent section.
Kaya did not understand terms like "blow-job", "rimming", "cumming", "pussy", etc. Vipul was only pleased to explain to the young girl, adding his own twists at times.
By now Kaya had gotten used to speaking sexual terms with her boss. At first she could hardly say "cock" to Vipul. But she was now becoming quite free with the sexual usage.
"Does "blow-job" mean sucking just the dick?" Kaya asked.
"No, no, no," exclaimed Vipul, "you have to lick the ball-sack-it's an integral necessity, no blow job is complete without rubbing your face in the ball-sack." It greatly excited Vipul to be talking to his youthful secretary this way.
