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Power Player - Book 1

Copyright© 2024 by Korben Hunter

Chapter 26: Rohan Crashes a Meeting

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 26: Rohan Crashes a Meeting - When Rohan falls in love with Manushi Chhillar nobody is surprised. She is beautiful like an angel and he is the kind of powerful, handsome, rich boy that this angel deserves to belong to. He may be madly in love with Manushi but he is not so blind that he would ignore what a stunning beauty her mother is. A former Miss India who still causes men to turn and stare, Madhuri Dixit may be gorgeous but she is not slutty enough to make a move on her daughter's boyfriend.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Heterosexual   Fiction   Celebrity   Fan Fiction   Workplace   Cheating   Cuckold   Slut Wife   Wife Watching   Wimp Husband   InLaws   BDSM   DomSub   MaleDom   Humiliation   Rough   Spanking   Harem   Polygamy/Polyamory   Indian Male   Indian Female   Anal Sex   Exhibitionism   Facial   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Petting   Spitting   Voyeurism   Public Sex   Indian Erotica  

“Good morning, Sir.” Deepika stood up as Rohan entered.

The conversation in the large meeting room died away quickly as the new boss entered unexpectedly followed by Kriti Sanon.

For her first day in her new position under the new boss, Deepika had dressed in a way that would show him that she meant it when she said she would be his bitch. That dress was one hundred percent unsuiable for office, its place was in a nightclub with other super sexy dresses. But Deepika didn’t care. She wanted to show her new boss that she was completely dedicated to her boss and only dressed to please him.

It was a halter dress in thin, red leather in a cross halter style where there was a single thin strap that went around her neck and crossed on her chest, just below her neck. The two ends of this strap joined the ‘cups’ that were holding her big, heavy breasts and pulling them up. The cups were tiny and only covered about one-fourth of each breast including the nipple. The top of her milky white breasts and the inside sideboob were visible in a daring, wide, mouth-watering cleavage. There was not even a question of wearing a bra in such a skimpy dress. The leather was thin enough to show her nipples poking if they got hard.

The opening that was her cleavage continued in a tapered style down her chest, over her flat belly and stopped just above her pelvic area but not before baring her navel. The dress was short enough to show her long, perfectly tapered legs all the way to her upper thighs. Her pussy was just barely covered by the super short dress. Although her pussy was covered, it was still easily apparent that she was not wearing panties. Even a thong would have shown in that dress

Deepika was wearing a long jacket up to her hips to tone down the ridiculously high sex appeal of this dress, but now as Rohan entered, she quickly took it off and turned to place it on her chair. She stayed turned long enough so Rohan could examine her from the back. There wasn’t much to see there, and there was everything to see. The dress had absolutely no back and had a waistline that dipped in the middle baring two inches of Deepika’s tight ass crack. It was tight enough to push her ass cheeks together and create a second cleavage. It was abundantly clear that Deepika was wearing only this one piece of leather sexiness and nothing else under it.

As she turned back and walked up to him, Rohan noticed the touch button that was fastening the little neck strap to the cup that covered her right breast extremely insufficiently. One little flick of that button and Deepika could be made naked in two seconds. She had brushed her hair down to frame her gorgeous face. It didn’t go past the base of her neck so her bare back was not covered by it. Her make-up was done perfectly like she was going to a party, and her red lipstick matched the red dress.

She was a tall girl to begin and her 8” red stilettos were adding to this height. They had 4” high clear platforms. The shoes accentuated the nakedness of her legs and pushed her ass back in an insanely inviting manner. Two people had called them whore heels since this morning, one had called them stripper heels.

Walking right up to him, Deepika ignored the rest of the room and hugged him tightly like he was not her boss but her lover. He squeezed her soft, svelte body and rubbed her bare back while the rest of the people in the room watched without blinking. He kissed her cheek before letting her out of his arms but kept one arm around her. His hand rested on her lower back and he didn’t try to hide the fact that he was slowly rubbing her exposed ass crack with his fingertips as he talked to her.

“Good morning, darling.” Rohan moved her to his side as he faced the room but kept her close to him with his arm around her waist and his fingers boldly playing with her ass crack “Good morning, all.”

There were murmurs of response.

“So, tell me what’s going on, darling?” He slipped his hand lower and cupped her ass cheek while rubbing her bared ass crack with his thumb slowly moving up and down.

“I was having a meeting with the departments so I will have useful information for my meeting with you, Sir.” Deepika said. She stayed close to him and submitted unabashedly to his groping.

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