The Shop Floor Guys Ch. 02

Making sure I was grabbing on to the shorts, I opened the door slightly and poked my head out. Suresh was standing there with the same creepy smile on his face as last night. I poked my head out of the door to see if anyone was around. All the other doors on the floor were closed and Suresh was the only one standing there.

"OK, what?" I said, whispering. "I have some company right now. Can you come later?"

"I know you have company. Miss Kajal. That's why I have come here. I was in the security booth to pick up my new uniform, when I saw in the guestbook - a Miss Kajal had come to visit you." he replied, thankfully also in a whisper.

"So?" I asked, puzzled.

"So it reminded me of something one of your lovers said. Next time Kajal will join us too?"

That's when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I pulled Suresh inside, and closed the door. When I turned back, Suresh was staring at me. Or to be precise, he was staring at my boobs, his eyes and mouth wide open. I looked down and realized why he was staring.

It was bad enough that I was wearing a thin t-shirt without a bra. Kajal's tears all over it had made the white t-shirt semi-transparent and now my boobs were partially visible to him.

"Oh wow! Oh man!!" Suresh said, and suddenly lunged at my boobs like a starving man lunging at food. He grabbed one breast in each hand and started pressing them "Oh they are huge and beautiful. Let me see them please."

His hands went down to the waist of the t-shirt to pull it up. Instinctively, my hands grabbed his to resist. He tried to move them up and I tried to press them down. I was fighting him off with the strength and purpose I wished I had shown with the shop floor guys.

"Suresh.... stop.....or...I'll scream!!" I said haltingly, fighting him off. And sure enough, he stopped. His hands were just holding the waist of my t-shirt limply. I was relieved that I had gotten a semblance of control at least over this situation. That relief lasted exactly half a second, as I suddenly realized what had made him stop.

I had been so focused in keeping my t-shirt down, that my brain hadn't registered my failure to keep the shorts up. The shorts were around my ankles and I was completely naked from waist downwards, with my pussy visible to Suresh the night watchman. Our hands, which had temporarily called a truce, started struggling again, but with their positions reversed. Now I was trying to move my hands down, obviously to pull up the shorts, and his hands were trying to stop me.

Until now, our struggle had seemed like one between people of equal strength. But that had been because Suresh, distracted by my assets, had not really been trying too hard. He was taller than me, and quite well-built, and could swat me like a fly if he wanted. He finally seemed to have had enough.

He let go of my right hand, grabbed hold of my left wrist and twisted it sideways at a strange angle. My body moved instinctively to minimize the pain, and I ended up turning 180 degrees, facing away from him, my arm twisted behind my back. He then pulled my right wrist behind my back, and held it together with my left wrist.

"Alright, now, are you going to stand still for a moment, or are you going to make me twist your arms even more?"

I didn't say anything, and just stood still. He let out a small chuckle, and still holding both my wrists together behind my back with his left hand, made me bend in the waist and started rubbing my ass with his right hand.

"Amazing. It's like a dream come true. Boobs, one hundred percent classic. And ass, even better. How did you manage to give your ass such a great shape?", he said and spanked my ass a few times. I stood there, bracing for more spanks, but they did not come.

Instead, I felt his fingers run up and down over my pussy lips and clit. Stroking me there a few times, he finally rested his finger on the perfect spot on my clit, and pressed it lightly. I couldn't help but let out a moan. I was surprised how fast he had zeroed in on my sweet spot.

"Suresh... please...don't..." I tried to protest, but could not complete the sentence and let out another moan.

"Haha, the lips up there say no, but the lips down here" he said and moved his finger a little lower and inserted it into my rapidly moistening cunt, "say yes."

Suresh, sensing that I was unlikely to resist his advances any more, let go of my wrists. My hands, on their own accord, went to my boobs and started massaging them. Meanwhile his right hand returned to my clit, and his left hand started fondling my ass. The left hand then stopped at the top of my ass-cleavage. A finger went into the gap between my ass cheeks and started coming down slowly. It stopped for a few seconds at my asshole, and pressed it gently, but then continued its downward descent.

It finally stopped at my pussy, and entered it. Then another finger joined it. And then another, until three fingers of suresh's left hand were gradually moving in and out of my now soaked pussy. All this while, the fingers of his right hand kept pleasuring my clit. The magic of his fingers pushed me into such a heightened state of sexual frenzy, that I forgot that Kajal was still in the bathroom. At that moment, for all I cared, there could have been thousands of people in my house and I still would not have stopped Suresh.

It had barely been a couple of minutes since Suresh started with his fingerplay, but I already felt an orgasm approaching. If he had continued for even 10 seconds more, I would have cum right there. But instead, he suddenly withdrew his fingers. I groaned in frustration and looked back at him annoyed. He smiled and said,

"Patience, Madam, patience. That was just a preview."

He stood straight, held me by the shoulders and made me turn around. He then started taking the t-shirt off. This time, I did not resist at all. In a flash, he rid me of my last shred of clothing, and I stood there naked before him. He pushed me back against the door and attacked my now exposed boobs with a renewed vigor. As he started doing that, I looked at his face. The first time I had properly seen his face, especially after I gave up all resistance and all but submitted myself to his fancy.

He wasn't a very bad looking guy. Something about a watchman's uniform always makes a man seem very inconsequential and mouse-like. But here he was, in his regular clothes, and his understated but rugged handsomeness revealed itself. I guessed him to be in his early 40s. He was a well-built man with broad shoulders. As he kept playing with my boobs, I reached out with my hands and felt his arms. Hard and muscular. I then reached out and started unbuttoning his shirt. That proactive gesture made him shift his gaze from my boobs to my face and smile triumphantly.

He stood back and let me unbutton the shirt completely. He wasn't wearing an undershirt beneath. And so I got a look at his firm and broad hairy chest. It wasn't toned or shaped, but it was tight and there was no flab on his stomach at all. I bent down and started kissing his hairy chest, and even licked it a little, savoring the salty taste of sweat. As I played with his chest, I realized that was one luxury a gangbang can never afford you - slow foreplay, where you explore each others bodies. The four guys last night had attacked me like a pack of hungry wolves, and kept going until they had fucked me like a whore every which way.

But there was something different about Suresh. Although he had started off pouncing on me, similar to the other guys, he was now moving at a more elegant, and I daresay romantic pace. I was almost reminded of the first few times Rohan and I had made love, when our bodies were new to each other, full of surprises. Rohan! As that name popped into my head, I suddenly stopped kissing his chest and straightened. What was I doing, I thought to myself. First those four guys and now the building's night watchman. Did I not realize the ramifications of this? As if it wasn't stupid enough having four lovers at work, I was now right in the middle of getting one in the building too.

I don't know what Suresh made of my suddenly pausing. I have no idea what thoughts went through his mind. All I know is, he turned around, walked to the couch, sat on it, and unzipped his pants.

An erect and impressive cock sprung up. It was nowhere close to Babu or Jaggu's horse cocks. But it was alluring enough in its own right. I estimated it to be a little over 8 inches, like Yousuf's, but thicker than Yousuf's. Which was impressive, because Yousuf's girth was not something to sneeze at. As I kept staring at the cock and thinking all these thoughts,I realized it was coming closer to me. No! I was going closer to it. I hadn't even realized when I had started walking towards the couch. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of Suresh, staring at his cock.

That' when the bathroom door opened, and Suresh and I looked at it. Kajal stepped out with her back towards us and was pulling the door shut saying,

"Sorry I took so long, Kanika. I needed to..."

And she stopped mid-sentence as she turned around and struggled to compute the scene in front of her eyes.

"Whoa!! How long was I in there?" she said, and started slowly walking towards us. I was staring at her, but she was staring at something else. She was staring at Suresh's erect and gorgeous dick. Finally she came up to 5 feet away from us and stopped. I turned my glance towards Suresh and noticed he was staring at Kajal.

"Wow... you're gorgeous!" he said.

"Thank you." Kajal replied in a weak voice, and just stood there.

I had no idea how exactly Kajal was going to react. A lot had changed in the 10 minutes that she had been in the bathroom. Maybe she would freak out and run away. Or maybe not. Frankly, I was not in a mental state to care. I turned my attention back to Suresh's dick. I got down on my knees in front of it, and wrapped a hand around it. Yes, definitely thicker than Yousuf's. Close to Jaggu's thickness. I ran my fingers up and down it, and touched its foreskin-wrapped head.

I was about to bend down and take it in my mouth when I was stunned by what happened next. Kajal's face suddenly came into my view on its way down towards the cock. She was sitting on the couch next to Suresh, and had bent forward to engulf the dick in her mouth. I sat there with Suresh's balls in my hand as Kajal took most of the dick in her mouth. The thick and long cock entering her pretty little face looked very erotic, and I couldn't help but stare in wonderment.

Her head bobbed up and down as took the cock in and out while sucking it, at a very fast pace, even making small gagging noises as the cock head hit the back of her throat. She then took it out and licked it along the side up and down. All this while, Suresh had his eyes closed, head thrown back and was breathing heavily.

Kajal finally stopped licking his cock, turned her face and looked into my eyes. She gave me a shy smile, and I smiled back.

"You never told me your husband has such an amazing dick, Kanika." she said. "I hope you don't mind my cutting in. But I guess you have a bigger right on it."

She thinks he is my husband, I realized. I opened my mouth to say he wasn't my husband, but before any words could come out, it was filled with Suresh's dick. Kajal had caught hold of my hair, and swiftly pulled me forward, making me take his dick in my mouth. As I sat still, with his dick in my mouth, I noticed Kajal straightening. Suresh had pulled her up and was now unbuttoning her top.

"See how Kanika is naked. You need to get rid of your clothes too, or we won't let you play." he said with a wry smile.

As I started sucking on Suresh's magnificent dick, he unbuttoned Kajal's top completely. She took it off and threw it on the floor, and then took off her bra as well, bringing her small but pretty tits into view. Kajal then sat back with her eyes closed and head thrown back as Suresh attacked her tits. He bit them, licked them and massaged them, and then with one hand started unbuttoning her jeans. He then sat back as Kajal lifted her butt and took off her jeans and panties together, and was now completely naked on my living room couch.

She and Suresh looked into each others eyes hungrily and then started kissing. As their liplock continued, Suresh reached down with his right hand and started playing with Kajal's clit. He really was talented and experienced at this, because just like with me, he found the perfect spot right away. Kajal started squirming and moaning, and after a little while broke their kiss and said,

"Oh Rohan... this is just so..."

"Rohan? I am not Rohan. My name is Suresh." Suresh said as he increased the speed at which his fingers were working. Kajal's body shuddered in response, but her face had a look of confusion, and she said to me,

"Kanika, this isn't your husband?"

With his dick still in my mouth, I looked up into Kajal's eyes, and shook my head. Kajal was about to say something when she suddenly closed her eyes, threw her head back and gasped. I saw that Suresh's thumb was still in her clit, but he had inserted two fingers in her pussy, and was now finger-fucking her, pushing all practical questions about his identity out of her head.

"Oh that's so good. Oh god, I am so horny right now." Kajal said. Then she opened her eyes, looked at Suresh and said, "Fuck me right now. Fuck me with that beautiful dick of yours."

Suresh smiled and withdrew his hand from her crotch. He then pulled my head up from his dick and stood up. I sat there naked on folded knees and watched as he took off all his clothes and got completely naked. As he did so, Kajal got on her knees on the couch, turned around, and put her hands on the back of couch. Her small but curvy butt was sticking out and her asshole and sloppy pussy were visible to both of us. She was perfectly positioned for a doggy-style fuck, waiting like a hungry bitch in heat dying to be mounted.

And mount her, Suresh sure did. He stepped behind her, and in one rapid motion thrust her big thick cock all the way up her pussy. Kajal inhaled very loudly, and let out a small whimper. Suresh started fucking her very gradually and with deep thrusts. I just sat on the floor spellbound, watching someone have sex at such close quarters for the first time in my life. The sight of Suresh's dick sliding in an out of Kajal's willing pussy was indescribably erotic.

I got up, got on on the couch with my knees next to Kajal, and my hands on her waist. My hands could feel the impact every time Suresh rammed his dick deeper. I looked into his eyes and saw a raw primal look that was triumphant. I bent my head down to just above Kajal's butt, and tentatively kissed it. Suresh was watching me do that and said,

"Lick it. Lick her butt and make it wet."

I obeyed, and started running my tongue all over Kajal's smooth ass, just inches away from her pussy which was being pounded by Suresh. He suddenly stopped and took his dick out of her pussy. He then pulled my head closer, and shoved his dick into my open mouth. I could taste Kajal's pussy juices on it. He fucked my mouth like that for a few strokes, then took his dick out and started fucking Kajal again.

"Turn around and get on your knees like her." Suresh ordered me.

I did as was told. Turned around, and put my hands on the back of the couch, right next to Kajal's. I looked at her face and saw how completely in heat she was. Her eyelids were partly closed and her eyes slightly rolled upwards, her mouth was open and her tongue was sticking out. Her little boobs were swinging rapidly back and forth, like two pendulums.

As I looked at Kajal, and noted my own fuck-me position on the couch, the enormity of the situation suddenly hit me. How things had rapidly changed in just ten minutes. Before that, I had been consoling my fully clothed friend as she expressed regret at her willful sex games with the shop floor guys. And now here she was, naked on my couch, getting fucked by a guy she didn't even know. Getting fucked by my building's night watchman.

As I was staring at her and thinking about it, she opened her eyes, clicked her tongue in annoyance and looked back.

"Why did you stop? I was so close." she said to Suresh.

I looked back and saw Suresh had taken his dick out of Kajal's pussy and was standing there.

"Sorry, but don't worry, you'll get your turn. Right now, my cock is aching for this bitch here, whom I have been dreaming of fucking since the first time I saw her."

He took a couple of steps and was now standing behind me. I had been so obsessed with watching the two of them have sex that I hadn't realized how badly I was waiting to be fucked too. I noticed how sopping wet my own pussy was. I saw Suresh standing there, with his big cock erect and throbbing, standing behind me, and almost involuntarily, I arched my back and thrust by butt closer to him until his cock hit me on my right buttcheek.

"Haha, look at how badly this bitch wants it. Her body is begging for it. What do you think, Kajal? Should I fuck your friend?"

Kajal got up from her bent position and stood up next to him.

"Well, you were fucking me, and I would have liked if you had finished with me first. But I can see...." she paused, and grabbed my left butcheek with her right hand, "I can see why you got distracted. Look at her big round ass. Even I was mesmerized by it when I saw it."

And Kajal spanked both my butt cheeks a few times, and ran her hands up and down my thighs.

"I love how it jiggles when it is spanked. Like jello." Suresh said and then he spanked me a little.

All this while I was being driven crazy by the anticipation of feeling his big dick in my wet pussy. I couldn't wait any more and yelled out,

"OH FOR GOD'S SAKE! FUCK ME NOW!!!"

Suresh loud out a loud guffaw and then rammed his dick into my pussy. I was in seventh heaven as his long thick dick started fucking me, first deep and slow, and then gradually picking up pace. Kajal meanwhile bent down and disappeared from my sight. As I turned my head downwards, I saw her kneeling on the floor between Suresh's legs and cupping his swinging balls as he fucked me.

"Look at how big these balls are." she said and took them in her mouth, moving her head back and forth keeping pace with Suresh's pounding me. As she did so, her cheek kept rubbing against my clit, stimulating me in two spots.

As I looked down under me, just imagine the scene I saw. First, my big boobs, swinging back and forth rapidly. Beyond them, my flat stomach descending into my pussy mound. Then I saw Suresh's huge cock fucking me. And below it, Kajal's hungry face, with his balls in her mouth. her cheeks rubbing against my clit, and Suresh's cock probing the insides of my cunt. It is not surprising then that I was about to cum when a cellphone rang.

Actually, it had probably been ringing for a while. It just took my brain some time to register its sounds. Even then, I noticed it only when Suresh grunted,

"Phone!"

I concentrated on the ringtone. It was my cellphone and it was in the bedroom.

"It's OK, I'll get it later." I said laboriously.

But Kajal had other ideas. She got up, ran to the bedroom and brought me the ringing phone.

"It's Rohan." she said, handing me the phone. I took it from her hand and just threw it on the couch next to me. It stopped ringing. Kajal smiled, and wordlessly moved next to me on the couch. She then bent down and slid under me, straightening her legs. She was now lying down on the couch on her back under me, her legs on the inside of my legs. Not just that, my huge tits were rubbing against her petite ones. It was an indescribable sensation. Of course, Suresh had kept his pounding on all this while.

Kajal then slid down a bit more until my boobs were on top of her face. She raised her head and caught my left nipple in her teeth and bit it hard.