Mrs Jyoti Seth, CEO of the trading Corp. Stretched back to relax her neck. She had been working for more than 3 hours on this Saturday morning as she planned her marketing strategy for the coming year and was a little tired. She had decided to work on Saturday as that was the only day she could work undisturbed. Except for her assistant Vinod, the offiice was deserted. It was very hot outside, and through her office window she could see the sun beating down outside; although she was comfortable in her cool A/C office. As she casually looked out of the window she saw a construction worker working on the office complex across the street. The heat did not seem to bother him as he methodically cut and bent iron girders for the scaffolding for the roof. He was dressed in a banyan and shorts and his powerful body was drenched with sweat.

She watched him move, smoothly and rhythmically, no jerky motions, his powerful muscles rippling and cording sexily as he swung the hammer over his head and brought it down on the chisel held by his partner against the metal rod, cutting it cleanly in two. His shoulders were wide and strong, slightly curved with the packed strength and his back swept inward down to his high hips and narrow waist. His chest was broad and deeply cleaved, his belly was hard and flat. His torso appeared to be hairless. She could see that his arms and forearms were thick and bulging with muscle. He was quite good-looking, too, with thick, dark hair, a straight nose, a wide mouth and a square jaw. He sported a dark mustache, but his cheeks and chin were clean-shaven. She could see his teeth were strong and white when he bared his lips and exhaled with the exertion.

A strange excitement stabbed Jyoti deep in her belly. She moistened her lips, staring down at the man who worked on oblivious to her gaze. She watched his body move, his muscles and sinews cording and rippling like snakes under his tightly drawn skin. There was not an ounce of fat on his body. She had been so busy lately that she had not had a long relaxing love making session for over a week. As she thought about it, she sighed with desire. She imagined what his hands, hard and callused, would feel like on her breasts and nipples. His tongue would be thick and heavy as it explored her mouth and cunt. And his cock—his cock had to be big and thick and heavy. It would’nt take long to arouse and would last erect for a long time while he invaded her mouth, fucked her tits, ravaged her chut for a long time. An image of Sanjiv’s thick cock splitting her pussy swam before her eyes ... But alas he was gone for another week.

A thin trickle of perspiration started at Jyoti’s throat and trickled sexily down between her large, heavy breasts. She shivered slightly in pleasure. Now, as the rivulet of sweat coursed through her deep cleavage, she felt aroused. Slowly, her nipples hardened and a wet warmth began to spread in her crotch. Her breath came shorter and her lovely lips parted, her nostrils flaring. The words and letters swam before her eyes, retreated out of focus. Jyoti sighed. There was no point in resisting. She had never been able to fight this for any length of time and had long abandoned the pretence. She pushed Away the papers before her, tossed down the ball-point pen and leaned back in her chair with her eyes Closed the sensations spread slowly through her body and she savoured them slowly, with a meditative appreciation. Her cunt was damp and she felt the first, delicious beads of cunt-juice seep between her thighs. She had stopped wearing panties years ago. Slowly she parted her thighs, then pushed them together, rubbing them gently. Her breasts felt heavier and harder and she could sense the quivering tension in her nipples. Without quite being conscious of it, she flicked open the top two buttons of her tight white blouse. It was the kind she wore to work, with a short collar, half-sleeved, and cut tight and short under her breasts which thrust out proudly over its lower hem. The heat fanned out through her loins and body. She shuddered slightly and forced herself to open her eyes. The hunger gnawed at her and she needed desperately to put it to rest. She needed a man to quench the thirst in her cunt. Pure and simple, she needed a hard fuk.

Jyoti made up her mind and stood up. She checked her appearance in the mirror on the side and touched up her lipstick. Then calling out to Vinod that she would be back soon, she took the lift to the ground floor and stepped out on to the street. The heat hit her like wave, but she stood her ground and looked at the worker across the street. The man continued to cut and bend girders. The heat seemed to bounce off his body harmlessly. She walked on her side of the road slowly, her head covered by her dupatta against the heat. As she came opposite the worker, she slowed down even more and looked straight at him. The man, Chotu, glanced up and looked at her. His eyes seemed to bore into her. Her pussy got even wetter as she looked at his fine golden body. Jyoti’s dupatta slipped off her head and down her shoulders as she looked at the man. She licked her lips in excitement and tore her eyes away. The worker saw her dupatta slip down and generous cleavage of her breasts exposed. He saw her low riding saree with belly button exposed. Her demeanor was that of a women of substance and the fine fabric of her saree was further evidence of that. He felt a stirring in his loins and he turned aside to hide it from her view. “Kyaa cheez hai yeh” he muttered under his breath to his partner, who nodded his head sagely. Chotu smiled at Jyoti as she turned her eyes away and walked on slowly. Her body was now on fire and she had to fuk this man. Images of what his cock would be like swam before her eyes.

She circled around the building and came back to her office. She drank 2 glasses of cold water and stood before the A/C for a few minutes to calm her down. She glanced out of the window and saw the man working as before. It was late in the afternoon and soon the workers would be packing off. The she called Vinod, pointed out Chotu to him and asked him to call the worker into her outer office to discuss some construction work to be done at her office. Vinod was a bit puzzled, but complied. He was back in a few minutes and told Jyoti that the man, Chotu was in the front office. “Ask him to wait” said Jyoti and give him some refreshment. “And let him wash up in the bathroom if he wants to”. After about 15-20 minutes, Jyoti asked Vinod to call the man in. Then she told him to call it a day and thanked him for coming in on a Saturday. Vinod found it a little odd that she was staying with the worker alone, but knew better than to argue.”Hello”, Jyoti said to Chotu as she looked at him steadily. Up close, the man was even sexier than her earlier glimpse indicated. He was very muscular and Jyoti could see the sinews in his thick biceps and broad forearms. His chest was wide and deeply cleaved, the twin pectorals Hanging like broad slabs of dark rock. His nipples, just visible at the edge of his singlet were small and dark, pulled wide and low under the armpits which were shorn clean. His torso was sexily hairless. The man looked at her steadily with his deep, dark eyes. A small smile flickered on his lips. He swept his eyes over her with a casual arrogance. He liked what he saw. In her thirties, Jyoti was in the full bloom of matured youth. She was fair-skinned and pretty. Her eyes were soft and dark. A red bindi dotted her forehead. Her dark hair was coiled in a neat bun behind her head. Her face was sweetly rounded, the nose a trifle chubby but anything slimmer would have made her look far too angular. Her chin was soft, yet firm. Her lips were sexy, the upper slimmer, bowed and curled over the fuller, straighter lower lip. Her teeth were very white and even. Her body was rich and full, yet firm, with no indication of flab. Her breasts were large and heavy, big succulent mounds that strained at the tight white blouse. Her belly was round and full. Her hips flared to delectable buttocks, generous and full. Her hands were small and squarish, the fingernails clipped short. Her skin was creamy and smooth and lovely. She wore small pearl eardrops and a gold bangle on one wrist.

The man thought he saw the glint of a mangalsutra disappearing into her cleavage but he couldn’t tell.Slowly, he slid his eyes away from her and looked around the chamber. It was a small, compact office on the first floor of the building. At the other end, a large window with Venetian blinds looked out over the street. Under it was her desk, so that sitting at it, she would have her back to the window. One side of the desk was pressed to the wall, which was ranged with shelves of reference books. A telephone and a computer monitor nestled in a corner of the desk. The surface of the table was green baize, topped with a protective chamfered plate of thick glass. Comfortable swivel chairs for clients were on the other side of the desk. The wall opposite the desk and behind him had shelves and file storage from floor to ceiling. Against the third wall, some distance from the desk and separated by a colourful throw rug was a small divan with cushions. A potted plant nestled in a corner, in a large brass jar.

The man brought his eyes back to Jyoti. She held his gaze.”Hum ko kuch construction karwana hai is building mein” she said “Aur meine aapko kaam karte hua dekha to lagaa ki aap hamara kaam bahut achi tarah kar sakkte hain”.”Haan aap jo chahti hain, who mein bahut achi tarah kar doonga”, said Chotu and smiled at her.Jyoti was taken aback at his double talk, but she liked his forthright style, which was much like her own.”Aap ki body bahut strong hai” said Jyoti with a smile, glancing at his crotch meaningfully.”Mera naam Chotu hai. Aap mujhe Chotu hi bulayiye” he said and looked intently at her navel visible just above her saree. It was large, round and deep. “Bilkul Madhuri Dixit ki tarah hai”, Chotu said to himself; and imagined sroking at it with his cock.”To meri body dekhiye” Chotu said, and moving swiftly he crossed his hands and pulled his singlet vest off his head, tossed it aside. Jyoti licked her lips again. His body was magnificent. The man grinned slowly and flicked open the top button of his shorts.”Ab apni body bhi dikhayiye mujhe. Sari utha lo apni aur chut dikhao mujhe”The lust powered through Jyoti’s body. In an action she found inexplicable later, she bent down to catch the hem of her saree and petticoat and and lifted them above waist. At the time she forgot that she was a highly educated CEO of a company, and she was showing her cunt to a construction worker. He was just a cock She simply had to fuk. She was not waring panties and Chotu’s eyes ran over her again, lingering on her crotch. Her chut-hair was neatly trimmed and sparse, a dark, inviting tuft above her chut-lips which had been shaved clean and were visibly wet. He nodded his approval and ran his tongue over his lips in a suggestive way which normally Jyoti would have found obscene, but now it made her desire even stronger.The man seemed to sense his power over her and now he said very crudely:”Saree utaar de aur idhar aa kar mera lund chus. Nikaal ke chus”, and he stepped towards the divan Jyoti’s breath was short with excitement. She pulled off her saree and undid her petticoat, stepped arround the desk and slipped to her knees before the worker. He waited, feet apart, head bent, watching her. She reached up and with trembling fingers slowly undid the button and peeled down the fly of his shorts. They were baggy and loose and crumpled to his bare feet. Jyoti moaned softly. His cock was huge, bigger than she had dared hope. Still limp, it was at least 6″ inches long, larger than most men’s cocks were when erect. His balls were heavy and low. She noticed with a rush of pleasure that his entire cock-shaft and scrotum were closely shaved. She slid her hands up his strong, muscular thighs, surprisingly thinly haired, to his crotch. Her fingers encircled the thickness of his penis. The man grunted. She groaned and pushed her face into his crotch, nuzzling the springy darkness of his pubic hair. With a deft flick, she pulled back his foreskin. His cock-head was bulbous and thick, bright and moist. Jyoti whimpered and, her eyes half-closed, her lips apart, caressed her face wantonly with his beautiful penis, jerking it deftly in her fingers. The man waited. His loins flickered with arousal. His penis quivered and began to grow slowly. “c’mon! Suck it!” He snapped. “Suck my cock!”

Jyoti moaned at the rough, sexy words. Her lips parted further and her tongue slipped out and swirled over his cock-head. The man grunted, his belly rippling with pleasure. She swept her tongue over his cock-head again, and yet again and then, opening her mouth wide, took his penis deep in her mouth and began to suck it, jerking it constantly in her fist. The man grunted loudly, his head arching back. His hand fell to her head and he began moving it to and fro to suit his pleasure as he pumped his hips back and forth, fucking her face. His cock grew and grew, distending her face. Her cheeks billowed with its size. “Hmmm ... aur chus salee mera lund chus ... chusti jaa ... zor se!” He muttered, fucking her mouth unhurriedly. Jyoti’s head rocked back and forth before his crotch. The musky taste and odour of his cock made her head swim. Her hunger mounted and she sucked harder and faster, moaning and whimpering deep in her cock-filled throat. Her mouth was wonderfully warm and moist and there was an electric cunning in her tongue that took his breath away. The man kept up his obscene litany, arousing her further, the words even more erotic in Hindi. “Chus zor se ... mera lund kha jaa pura. Aur isko chaat apni tongue se”. “And rub your hard clit Mrs Jyoti Saraogi ... I know your cunt is flowing. Oh what a whore”, he grunted.

The lustfire raged in her body. She moaned, lasciviously dragging her tongue over his cock-shaft and balls, lapping and sucking the heavy orbs by turn. The man grunted in pleasure at the feel of her soft face and hair between his thighs. She dragged her tongue up through his groin to his belly, sweeping her tongue through his recessed navel, caressing her face and neck with his cock. Taking the thick, throbbing Cock—now fully eight inches long and correspondingly thick—in her hand, she pushed it down the open neck of her blouse into her cleavage. The man groaned at the softness of her warm breast-sheath. She squeezed her breasts over it, groaning and whimpering her pleasure. He felt her hard nipples rake his shaft and, looking down saw that she was wearing. She was married! The knowledge aroused him even further. A grin of delight split his face. He loved fucking memsahib whores, and the married ones were the best, hungry and insatiable. He pushed her head down again.Jyoti opened out her blouse as she took the labourer’s big cock in her mouth again. Her head swam with excitement at the realisation that he was going to take a lot to satisfy. “Yeh bahut der tak chodega”, she thought hungrily, “Bilkul ki tarah”. Chotu pulled her up from between her breasts and wrapped it on his cock and gave his cock back to her to suck. The symbology was not lost on Jyoti, and she was amazed and excited. He was a better find than she had expected. She moaned thickly, sucking his cock hungrily, fondling her own breasts, rubbing the rough beads of her over his hard cock in her mouth. Every now and then reached down to stroke her clit which seemed to be on fire. The man kept fucking her face, rocking her head back and forth, pumping his hips to and fro, reaching down now and then to fondle her breasts.Mm ... Yeh ... Keep sucking, bitch ... Just you keep sucking ... Ahhh uhhh yeh ... Oh fuk yes ... That’s good ... Mm ... Yeh ... That’s it, whore ... Suck it ... C’mon, bitch, suck harder! Suck harder, whore! Harder! Yeh uhhh c’mon slut ... Do it! Suck my prick, bitch! Keep sucking!”

It took several minutes longer before he pushed her head away at last and motioned her to the settee at the other end of the room. They tossed the pillows to the floor and Jyoti went down on the sofa on her back, spreading her legs wide, lifting and bending her knees, offering herself to the man. “fuk me,” she said, her voice husky and sibilant. “Meri chut ko chod de zor se”. The man grinned, flashing his strong teeth. He moved over her and, bending his head, kissed her hard. This surprised her. Most guys like him didn’t bother. She arched steeply under him, responding at once, caressing his dark hair, sucking on his tongue as it invaded her mouth, jerking his cock with her hand. The man broke the kiss and moved his lips to her breasts. Jyoti moaned, shuddering in pleasure as his thick, rough tongue swirled over her quivering breast-tip, whipping it rapidly. Then his lips clamped on her breast and he sucked hard, let go, sucked again, nibbled her nipple, dragged it across his teeth and the roof of his mouth. Hot lust leaped from her breast and she gasped, arching under him, her hips writhing erotically. “OHHHHHH karte jao ... rukna mut ohhh mere mammon ko chuste raho!” She moaned.