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Author's Notes:

**quot;Chakkar*quot; is a multipurpose colloquial Hindi word, in the present context meaning *quot;affair*quot;.

To get the best out of this story, I suggest that you should read Ch. 01 of *quot;My Chakkar With SC*quot; before reading on.

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Chapter 02


It was a Saturday afternoon; the offices had closed at mid-day and SC and I were sitting in the coffee shop of a large hotel (our office used to work six and a half days a week). The time was rather unusual since we mostly met in the evenings on weekdays.

The meeting had gone as per script. In the beginning she was animated, chirpy and excited, talking thirteen to the dozen. Then, gradually her mood changed and she started to show all signs of being sexually aroused. I again told her how attractive she was and how frustrated I felt at not being able to show my feelings for her in a public place. She blushed but chose not to understand what I meant, continuing to tell me how much she looked up to and respected me and enjoyed being with me ? in a purely Platonic sense, of course.

On an impulse I excused myself, went to the hotel reception and asked for a room. I was lucky; a room was available, perhaps because it was a weekend. I pocketed the key and walked back to the coffee shop.

*quot;Look SC, enough is enough. I will go crazy if we go on like this. I have booked a room here and I'm going up now. If you want us to keep meeting, come to my room.*quot; I turned and started to walk away. Then I stopped and returned; I had forgotten something.

*quot;Oh, and do pay the coffee shop check before you leave, if you don't mind.*quot; I said, putting money to cover the check and a card with my room number written on it on the table. Her face blanched and she didn't utter a word. I walked out, without looking back. I went up to my room and waited for her, keeping the door ajar.

After maybe fifteen minutes, there was a timid knock, the door was pushed open and SC stood at the entrance uncertainly. She was out of breath and looked nervous. Her face glowed and there were dark wet circles of sweat under her arms.

*quot;Come in and lock the door, will you?*quot; I said brusquely, and she did as told. She opened her mouth and was about to speak but I surprised her by quickly walking to her and gripping her shoulders. Her purse and Shabnam bag that hung on her shoulders fell off.

*quot;You bitch! You are a real cock tease. You have been stringing me along all these months and then pretending as if you are not hot for me. I am now going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget. So you think of me as your elder brother, eh? Let's see...*quot; I said, caressing her face with one hand, the other still on her shoulder. I pulled off her glasses and continued to caress her closed eyelids.

*quot;No, no... please!*quot; She whispered, struggling unsuccessfully to move away from my caressing hand. I moved my thumb over her slack, half open lips, silencing her. She lightly nipped my thumb as it slipped between her teeth. My hand moved lower down, caressing the side of her neck. Then I slowly and deliberately moved my palm across her breasts, maintaining a light but firm contact.

*quot;I am going to take my pleasure today, and you are going to love it!*quot; I said, continuing to stroke her breasts with one hand while lightly holding her by her neck with the other.

*quot;No... no...*quot; she continued to whisper, her eyes closed, but her arms stayed at her sides and she did not resist. I caught her by her hair, turned her face up and pulled her towards me.

*quot;Open your eyes and look at me!*quot; I commanded. As she gazed into my eyes, I cupped a breast with one hand, then lowered my head and ran my tongue over her full lips. A very fine, sparse, almost transparent down grew above her upper lip. It felt furry and tasted salty as I licked it. I covered her lips with mine and sucked them in. I continued to play with her lips using my lips and tongue, teasing them apart. After half-hearted initial attempts to resist me, she stopped struggling. Then, gradually she started to kiss me back. Her tongue darted out and started playing with mine. All the while, I continued to cup her breasts in my hand, one after the other. Then, suddenly she pushed me back and drew her pallu tight around her shoulders.

*quot;No no! This is a sin. We must not do this!*quot; She exclaimed. But she was already so aroused and panting; I was sure she was too far-gone to back out.

*quot;I've just started. Just you wait and see what I'll do with you next!*quot; I said, smiling evilly. I then went to the bathroom and stripped off all clothes except for my shorts. I had deliberately given her a chance to make her escape, in case she really did not want to get seduced. As I expected, she was still in the room when I returned, standing where I had left her. Well, this was signal enough for me that she was dying to get fucked, notwithstanding her protestations to the contrary.

Her eyes were downcast and she was sobbing as I reached out to her. Urfa Escort She started to duck to evade my hands, but I would have none of it. I pulled her roughly forward. She lost her balance and crashed into me. She started to beat her fists on my chest. I easily overpowered her and held her by her hands, forcing them back slowly, until I was able to hold both her hands with one of mine, behind her back. This thrust her heaving breasts forward within my easy grasp, still primly covered by her conservative blouse and the pallu of her sari. In truth, she could have easily twisted out of my grasp if she had wanted to, but she just stood there panting, her eyes like those of a frightened doe, waiting for my next move.

The struggle had brought my blood to a boil and my cock was now fully erect, straining against my shorts. I was totally focused on taking my pleasure with her, without a thought for the consequences. I roughly pulled her pallu off. The safety pin holding it in place flew off along with a small piece of her blouse where the pin had been fastened. Her modestly cut, front opening blouse was exposed to my view. I let go of her hands and her arms hung loosely by her sides. My hands roamed all over her face and torso, caressing her shoulders, arms, breasts, stomach, neck, chin, lips, forehead and hair at a slow, unhurried pace, taking pleasure at the touch of her soft, warm, unblemished skin and further arousing our passions. Her eyelids grew heavy and she started to moan softly under her breath. I opened her blouse