I’m a married man, but I had my share of adventures back in college, with many girlfriends and one-night stands. My goal was to please all my exotic fantasies before graduation. I’ve fucked Asian chicks, black girls, Latinas, and even some East European exchange students. I stepped into this marriage thinking I’d got it all out of my system. I have never been tempted to cheat on my wife in the 23 years we’ve been together. But that all changed when the new intern of my company stepped into the office.
Her name was Saanvi, and she was a tech genius. At only 21 years old, she moved from New Delhi to San Francisco as a software developer. Despite her being half my age, I became instantly obsessed with her. She was more exotic than any other girl I’ve fucked before. You could tell she was hiding a perfect nubile body under her baggy clothes by looking into her eyes. However, her culture and upbringing have oppressed any sexual urges. She was clueless to all the flirty looks I kept trying to exchange, and her innocence made me feel like a sleazy old man. But little did I know that she was hiding a crush for me. I just thought she was hard working and eager to impress the management. But she stayed late in the office only on the days I was there.
Last Friday, I wanted to test if she was lingering at the office because of me. I came up with a fake problem on my project for which I knew the solution was hours of grunt work, and I only reported it after I knew all the other interns were long gone. Management sent Saanvi straight into my office.
From the moment she entered the door, everything stopped. She knew it was all a ruse, but she went on with it calmly and professionally. I asked her to join me behind my desk. She fixed her chair closer to mine, opened up her laptop, and just stared at the black screen, checking my eyes in the reflection. I didn’t catch that because I was too busy staring down her collar, trying to catch a glimpse of her neck and chest. I was mesmerized. So much so that I didn’t notice how obvious it was. She started to unbutton her shirt without saying anything, revealing more of her luscious skin. I was about to risk it all – the job, the wife, my reputation. But I didn’t care, and I just slipped my hand inside her shirt and grabbed a handful of her left breast. All the sexual tension between us broke on the spot, and we both moaned under our breath. I couldn’t let go and started feeling up her young breasts. She wasn’t moving a muscle while she tried her best not to start moaning again.
“I don’t know how to do this!” she told me
So, I grabbed her hand and placed it on my cock, locking it in place and helping her grip around my shaft properly.
“It’s so big, sir! Will it hurt?” she asked with so much innocence that it was clear she was a virgin
I got up and walked across the room to close the door. She walked behind me, not knowing what to do. When I turned around, I picked her up by the waist and placed her on my desk. I unzipped her dress and pulled it down, ripped open her half-buttoned shirt, and revealed one of the most delicate and pristine bodies I’ve ever seen. The lingerie she was wearing was way too provocative for her personality, making her even hotter. She must have held so much sexual energy because even though I was drooling over her body like a rabid dog, she was the one to push my head between her legs. When I started eating her out, I forgot she was 20 years younger than me and that I was married. I went into a sexual trance and didn’t even notice that she had already had a couple of orgasms. Her Indian beauty hypnotized me, and I became the boy toy of a shy young, and horny desi girl.
As I stood up, looking into her eyes, trying to figure out what the hell was happening, the tip of my cock accidentally slid across her pussy then landed right on her flat tummy. She measured my size compared to her petite body and said to me:
“I want it inside, but only half!” She grabbed my cock like a dildo and guided it inside her.
As I was penetrating her tight Indian pussy, I could feel turning her into a woman. Her scared and reserved sighs turned into deeply satisfying moaning on the spot. She was shivering, twisting and turning, still holding on to my cock and guiding half of it inside her. Her handling of my dick was getting rougher, and she was pushing it deeper as she was getting closer to a climax. After a while, she let go of my cock, wrapped her legs around me, and pulled my balls deep in her tiny pussy. I could see my cock bulging up her tummy. She pulled me in with her legs and pushed me away with her hands. After a while, she put her soles on my chest and pushed me hard enough to have my cock fly out of her pussy. That’s when she started squirting all over the floor while rubbing her clit to make it last longer. She was saying something in her native language, which sounded like a sexual mantra. The image was so insanely hot I started masturbating. As she was calming down, she noticed what I was doing, opened up her legs, and welcomed me between them so that I could cum on her body as she was still rubbing her clit. I’ve splashed my load from her belly to her neck. Didn’t get any of my jizz on her face.
“Thank you, sir! I have been waiting so long to find the right man. But please keep this a secret.”
It’s Sunday night as I write this, and I’m going to see Saanvi tomorrow morning. I can’t freaking wait!
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