A Beautiful Wish With My Lesbian Boss
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She was the perfect match of beauty and brains. It was impossible not to jerk off after meeting my lesbian boss Nalini. Every eligible bachelor had tried to woo her but failed. Some guys thought I had hit the jackpot by being her assistant. As if she was seducing me every day. On the contrary, she never even flirted with a male member of our entire floor as far back as I can remember. That is almost 2 years. She wasn’t married nor divorced or widowed. We simply couldn’t understand it. Until one day she was spotted with a hot young model at one of the high-end pubs in town. This model happened to be a lesbian, so we found out the reason. Still, many men’s and clients’ hearts fluttered when they laid their eyes on her. She never drank beer or wine to maintain her sharp features. She was of average height but carried herself like a model. Her drunken hazel eyes were always rimmed with mascara and shaded with a smokey eye shadow, making them so mysterious that many were lost in their unknown depths. She had got her eyebrows and lips designed at a permanent makeup studio in New York. The beauty of her designer brows was that you could feel the velvety texture just by looking at them. If a person could resist looking at the razor-sharp outline of her lips, and not falling in love, then we decided that it couldn’t be a man or a woman. It has to be an alien. Her peachy skin always glowed like she had just stepped out of a spa. Her thick soft-black hair reached just below her shoulders in a layered haircut. Showing just enough skin in her deep back blouse, to give me an erection, every time without fail. She wore no other jewelry except a thin gold chain and long earrings, hanging on perfected pear-shaped ears, kissing her collar bones. Whenever she smiled, showing her immaculate pearls, the men around her would take deep breaths. The last day before the lockdown was particularly hard on the single boys. Some had to shag in the middle of the day. She was particularly happy that day and smiled a lot. As I saw her walking seductively, she looked like a sex goddess. That day she was wearing a brick red plain saree tightly wrapped around her hourglass hips and flowing freely near her feet. A sleeveless black blouse with a deep neck and back – with so less cloth, it was a miracle how the blouse was holding her 34 size boobs steady. Her exposed midriff was curved in many ways, from to back, side to side, top to down, except the stomach was completely flat. She had a new tattoo on her beautiful hand, in line with her left pinky finger. It spelled the name of her girlfriend in a foreign language. When she sat with one foot over another, I saw she had waxed her buttery legs and got a pedicure. Her toenails were painted ruby red, and her feet were a glowing shade of natural pink. I felt these glass sandals could evoke foot fetish in the most sexually inactive men. I wondered how it would feel to suck on those pretty toes. She was calling me, “Karan, chalo, let’s go for lunch,” she ordered. Normally, I never refuse her order. But I wanted to finish all my pending items because the office would be locked from the next day. So I politely declined, but she wouldn’t accept my no. “Come baba,” I have something to tell you. No man could refuse when she asked so sweetly. It didn’t matter even if she fired me after that. So we had lunch at the office cafeteria and were coming down in the elevator when she broke the news. “I’m going on a sabbatical, Karan. It could be a year or two.” Then proceeded to tell me my future duties. It didn’t matter, I couldn’t come to this office if she wasn’t going to be around. I had loved her from the day I joined that company. I told her this in my own words. She was a bit disturbed but didn’t say anything. She put her soft hand on mine. I felt like my heart had broken into a thousand pieces, looking at her slender fingers with almond-shaped fingernails in ruby red nail color. I took the liberty to hold her hand and kiss her knuckles, saying, “I’ll miss you, Nalini.” She turned away, possibly hiding a tear, whereas I had no reason to hide. This was my first job after graduating. In the last 2 years, I had followed her like a faithful puppy, coming out the top achiever in every task she gave me. I packed up all my stuff and locked my cabinets, hanging the keys on her wall. “So today is the last day,” I asked, with a deep sense of sorrow. “Aww, don’t be a baby, promise me you’ll do well,” she said in a cajoling tone. “Can you drop me home?” She asked as if giving a toffee to a child. So we set off to her home, in her official car, that I would return after the office reopened. I asked her why the sudden decision to take a break, and she hesitated to tell me. Then asking me to keep this to myself, she said she wanted to have a baby. I asked her what’s the big deal. She replied that the big deal was because her girlfriend can’t make babies because of her career. Nalini has to go through many steps to get pregnant. We entered the parking lot of her luxury mash island apartment, and she invited me for dinner. When I hesitated, she held my arm and took me to the elevator, saying, “I know you’ll just drink booze after going home. You can do all that from tomorrow.” She had asked her maid to prepare a nice vegetarian dinner for two persons. She was vegetarian, and so was I. She asked me to open a bottle of 2015 Cabernet and went to wash up. It never failed to amaze me that her supple, wrinkle less skin didn’t need any makeup at all. Considering she was almost 33, nine years older than me. I told her if she was my girlfriend, I would’ve married her twice by now, and she laughed heartily. As we finished dinner, I reminded her she was telling me about steps to become pregnant. She said, “O ya, I need to get my egg fused with sperm from the sperm bank or a donor and then put back in my body. I’m already 32 going on 33, so the sooner, the better, and it takes about 4-5 months for a successful pregnancy. After that, it’s the usual 9 months.” “Why don’t you get married?” I asked, hoping this time she would say something new. “We’ve gone over this, Karan, I feel the same about sleeping with a man as you feel about sleeping with another man,” she said, getting irritated. “Ok, but what about love? And what’s the guarantee the baby will look like its father, you don’t know about grandparents from sperm bank records,” I warned. “When I was a teenager, I wanted a love child,” she said with watery eyes. I held her shoulders and let her rest her head on my shoulder and putting my chin on top. Her head was soft and silky, wanting me to rub my cheek on it. She raised her head and looking into my eyes, asked, “Tell me about your grandparents.” “There’s nothing to tell, all are fit and fine, my great-grandfather is still alive and works his on his field, in the mountains of Garhwal,” I said proudly. She inspected me like a specimen. I was tall and fair, with no eyesight or signs of balding. Being from the mountains, we had very few health issues in our family tree, and she knew this very well. “Let’s say you gave me your sperm, would you claim the child?” She asked “First, I’m not giving speed. If I give you something, it’s going to be love and affection. As well as I know I can’t take the child, it would kill you,” I told her. She thought for a while and came close and clasping her arms around me, saying, “I feel like I love you, not in any way you can imagine, it’s different.” I hugged her tightly with one hand behind her head and the other rubbing her back. “Just close your eyes and imagine yourself with your girlfriend, that she’s making love to you with a strap on, imagine her name is Kunal,” I whispered in her ear. She raised her head with her eyes closed. I kissed her petal-like lips, amazed at their sweetness. As our tongues touched, an electric current passed through my body, and I felt like the calmness of love had engulfed me. I dropped her in the bed, and we stripped each other naked. In the dim light, she looked like a goddess with her perky firm breast. As yet virgin to a man’s touch, she shivered as my slightly colder skin caressed her body. Enjoying its contours. Her entire body felt warm and soft, with unexpected curves on every turn. Finding a grip on her body was like handling melting butter. Already I had a hard-on to take care of, and I let her handle it. She looked at her first real cock and gripped the delicate outer skin gingerly. Soon she was running her fingernails under my sack, sending shivers in my body. Then she pulled my foreskin down to suck it. It was my turn to close eyes as the choppy layers of her hair caressed my inner thighs, giving me goosebumps all over. Building up my excitement, she paused and took one of my nipples in her lips, holding it between her teeth and sucking the tip with her tongue. I was almost convulsing with pleasure when she pressed my other nipple between her fingers, making me cry out in happiness, “Aha, Nalini,” I said softly, afraid to wake up if it was a dream. She had given me a hickey on my neck. I was smelling her hair when I couldn’t take the teasing anymore. No girlfriend had ever tried to take me to the edge, risking me to climax before she did. I held her hands, kissing her baby-soft wrist and dropped her on her back. Starting from the belly button, I traced a path on her baby hair, with my tongue and lips, to a bosom that was in pristine condition, like a 20-year-olds. After sucking her pink tits to my heart’s content, I proceeded to press her boobs together, quickly turning her around and kneading her butt cheeks like pastry dough. She arched her back in pleasure, raising her head, and a naughty leg swung upwards from the knee. I caught it just in time to fulfill my afternoon’s desire, by sucking her pinkish toes, biting them lightly with my front teeth. She pushed softly on my chest, getting on her knees. She was inserting my lubricated cock in her waxed pussy in a swift motion. It felt like I was inside a virgin for the first time in my life. Her walls gripped the length of my shaft, milking it from front to back. As she rode me, I saw her body curve back at impossible angles while she flicked her hair sideways and back. I eagerly waited for her kisses as she bent down and held my face pulling me. Sometimes towards her lips and sometimes to her chest, slapping my cheeks with her soft hair, only to flick it back again. She had paused, digging her nails into my biceps. Taking sharp breaths with her lips circled when she had her orgasm. Without waiting or pulling out, I turned her on her back and gave her my lengthiest strokes ever. Unable to get any closer, I had both my hands under her, holding her like a baby. I smelt her baby shampoo as I kissed her neck and buried my nose deep inside her loose curls. As my semen erupted like lava, subsiding, only to bubble and erupt again for 5 long seconds, a tear escaped my eye. I realized I’d missed her in my arms all my life. Feeling the wet salt on her lips, she stroked my head with her right hand, speaking softly, “I know, baby, and you love me.”