A temporary short-term rent

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Shefaali_India
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A temporary short-term rent

Unread post by Shefaali_India » Mon Jul 17, 2017 2:56 am

There are instances which while I am not particularly proud of to boast, did present a mix of intense pleasure, a bit of pain and valuable experience.

Without getting into too much of details, let’s just say that the ‘gentleman’ I report to in my office enjoys a lot of privileges on me. It wasn’t a wilful decision on my part, rather a Hobson’s choice. Having said that however I also must add that over a period of time of getting to know each other ‘very closely’ while deriving pleasure, a level of fondness did develop and what started as a coerced submission eventually paved its way into willful enthusiasm. That although didn’t mellow him, he knew he won’t have to struggle to enjoy his rights at his will.

A time came when he knew about his ‘ownership’ status on my physical being and being personally very satisfied, it was then extended to his very close friends and few men whose decisions mattered a lot on the scope of new business to be won. It was on one of these ‘extended privileges’ that I found myself facing a new experience.

I was summoned into his office on one of the days and I found one of his friends sitting in his cabin, someone who had been close to me a few times at my boss’ home. Something told me the mood prevailing inside the room wasn’t a very happy or upbeat one. “You have an assignment”, my boss told me very matter-of-factly. “I wasn’t sure if I wanted to send you for this one, but then I believe I trust only you to handle this. He will tell you of the rest while you will be on your way in the car this evening”, he said, pointing me towards his friend. He then turned towards his friend and told him, “you need to assure that she is safely escorted out after the ‘assignment’ is over and faces no difficulty in reaching home. You need to be present yourself there and not through one of you other employees. I will not risk her at all. You need to assure me of that”. His friend responded with a complete assurance and his physical presence at all times permitted. “Call me once you are out upon completion of the task and have reached home. I will be anxious about your return”, he told me.

While in the car on my way to a really posh hotel that evening, his friend explained. A really big decision is awaited from a political leader of a western country. Apparently he would be leaving India in the next two days and by then would have formed his mind about the decision which will have a direct impact on the business that this friend is engaged into. So far, he feels that the decision would be in his favour. However he has been privately ‘requested’ by this leader that while in India, he was desirable of trying out everything Indian to satisfy himself as to if he should sign the document in favour of a businessman in India. He wanted to be with someone Indian to show him around the city on the next day in case he liked her company today. He paused and looked at me and the implications of ‘everything Indian sunk into me. Hence is his need to borrow my presence from my boss for the evening.

He made a call to the people in the hotel to ensure that I am not made to wait in the lobby under any circumstances and be escorted to the appointed suite immediately. He told me that this leader made it very clear that no compromise to be made on the quality and thus only someone with a recommendation be allowed to come inside his room. And so, I am from this moment on be known as his best friend’s wife, someone who he had to coax and persuade a lot, a lot to her agreement to come over for a while today.

We reached the hotel. The organization was flawless, I was forthwith escorted by my “husband’s best friend” to the floor where the suite was. When he knocked, the door was opened by a gentleman who greeted both of us with a big welcome. We came inside and the door was locked behind us. Our host said he was very pleased that I could come to spend some time with him today and maybe tomorrow as well. I smiled and pointed to my companion and said, I came only because he and my husband are best friends and...”, I paused and added, “and he really really persuaded me to meet you”.

I guess my mention about my exclusivity impressed our host and he invited the two of us to have a drink. My boss’ friend quickly mentioned that he had to attend to some very important calls and would rather be there. He requested our host to call him so that he could come to pick me up once our host is ready. He rose and left.

My host poured me a glass of wine and asked if I wanted to have a small dance with him. I said I am not very good in it but probably can try. Gulping down a few quick ones, he put on a nice waltz and beckoned to me to join him. I adjusted my saree and pretty soon his hand was pressing down on my waist while pulling me firmly against him as we waltzed around. There were smiles and giggles and touches and feels all over me.

Somewhere between the drinks and the dances I realized I was standing before him in full nude while he was completely dressed. He probably was savouring the sight of an Indian in a dusky brown skin which was a stark contrast against his fairness. I saw him loosen his belt and unbuttoning his trousers which fell to the ground as he stepped out of it. I saw him pulling the elastic of his underwear down till his lower body was in nude. He stepped closer and a push backwards landed me on the soft, smooth, pristine white linen on the big bed. The next thing I knew was him assuming the missionary position, joining his body with mine while his erection penetrated me. The thrusts were powerful enough to jerk my entire body upwards even while being under his weight and made me remember my boss’ way of doing it.

It may sound funny now, but the last thought that flashed through my mind before the pleasure of his maleness numbed the consciousness out of me was, the sheets won’t be as white tomorrow morning after they are dry.

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Re: A temporary short-term rent

Unread post by Ben_Bradman » Fri Jul 26, 2019 2:27 am

What a wonderful post! I would really love to hear more from Shefaali. Her stories are really exciting and writing style is more stylish than 99.999% of bloggers and authors out there.

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Re: A temporary short-term rent

Unread post by dickhurtz472 » Fri Jul 26, 2019 6:36 am

yes, more please.
disclaimer; The "Wife", to whom i refer is my x-wife. we reconnected a year after hubby 2 died in '16. We rekindled & view ourselves as still married. she passed on 2/1/21
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