His Friend's Fuckdoll

His Boss

"Yes, Sir! I will see it through and convince them on time.. Of course, I will be there at the party.. Yeah, I will bring her too.. Yes, Sir.. Bye.." Akshat closed the call and continued preparing for the party. Diya noticed the strange authority that he was answering, "Who's is this? I thought you didn't have a boss." Akshat turned to her and noticed how beautiful she was looking and said, "You look amazing, Diya.." Diya smiled and said, "You have a big business meeting. How can I look any ordinary..". Akshat gave a peck on her lips and said, "He is not my Boss, yet he is my Boss..". Akshat gave a puzzling statement, "I have been facing some issues in the exports, and this guy has been helping me to clear those hurdles. He is powerful and so has recently invested in my new businesses.." Diya realized Akshat doesn't talk to anyone such unless he is very important. Akshat said, "We are going to his party. So you will meet him there." He has sent his driver to pick us up. As they were going to the car, Akshat was admiring her. She wore a shining cocktail dress, a backless and halter neck, it was very bold. As they were on the way, Akshat asked, "Aren't you wearing a little too sexy for my office party?.." Diya smiled as his hands started playing at the very tip of her breasts. Diya said, "I am the wife of a businessman.. And it's a cocktail party, so why not! You can show off your trophy wife?!" They both giggled at the tease and kissed. As they reached the location, they noticed it was uptown and on top of a high-rise business tower. Diya was surprised to see, "Akshat is the party here?" Akshat smiled and said, "Yes. It's his building.." As they entered the party, there were plenty of couples. Diya and Akshat had an iconic presence among all. Akshat introduced Diya to his Boss, Mr George. The guy had a remarkable aura, and his ways and words were impressive, "Good evening, Ms Diya." Diya liked his accent and style. "Good Evening Sir". He smiled and said, "Oh, don't you call me sir, it's just for him. You can call me George. " He was trying to humour perhaps, though a poor one, yet everything else about him was impressing her. He started introducing Akshat and Diya to all the major guests. After meeting a couple of guests, Diya started noticing his strange behaviour. His hands are brushing hers often as he leads the way. She was ignoring it as she thought it was accidental, but as it kept happening again and again, she realized the obvious. He was often inclined to her, showing a strange affection to her, and then his touches were becoming more of a hold than gentle brushes. Akshat was busy getting acquainted with everyone, as for him business was first and all the people were in good powerful positions which had all his attention. Diya, on the other hand, was following the lead. Soon, there was a moment when Akshat became so busy with his business talks that Diya was getting bored. Often, George would notice the loneliness in Diya and would try to make her laugh and smile. Diya shortly noticed her glass was empty, and she excused herself to get another. As she reached the table, a woman approached and opened a special wine bottle and poured for her, "Ma'am with regards from Mr George.." As she got a fresh glass of wine, Diya looked at Akshat from a distance as he was talking with some big people along with George. He would look at Diya often, and they would exchange smiles. His world has always been filled with powerful people, and watching him shoulder to shoulder with other biggies was a pride, but in this loneliness, wine was her companion. Though on the downside, she was getting alone in the whole crowd. In the loneliness, she found her company in the wine section. She might have had a couple of glasses, but she wasn't done. As she was getting another refill, a surprising touch on her waist got her startled. She giggled, "Come on, Akshat!! Don't get naughty in public places." The hands now gently pulled her back, and she leaned onto the masculine figure behind her. The hands began to feel her and wrapped around her waist. The woman serving wine was blushing, watching the couple romancing in front of her and turning away with shyness. Diya took another sip and as she could feel him coming over her right shoulder she said, "Oh your musk is so seductive..". Diya felt a strong arousing wave down her spine as his lips were kissing her weak spots. As his kisses were arousing her, his hands were equally busy feeling her. Sliding his hands inside from the sides of her sexy backless dress he was feeling her bare skin, without considering the public place the hands were moved up slowly, tempted to reach her tits. She was aroused by the seductive move, and in an instant, she could feel her getting wet. Diya said, "Are you going to fuck me here?.. Cause if this goes any further then I will.." Soon the kisses on her shoulders stopped, the hands moved away and she felt deserted in the middle of the intense hot romance. Diya in her light mood turned to notice Akshat approaching, "Hey! Give me a moment, okay? We have some officials here, and I need to discuss something with them." Little did he notice how Diya was tipsy. Diya said, "Come on, you shouldn't leave me like this.. I hardly know anyone here.." Akshat pleaded, "Diya babes.. I need this.. Please make yourself comfortable.." She watched Akshat go, and it was slightly disappointing. He left her alone while she couldn't figure out if her glass was half full or half empty. Momentarily, she needed to visit the washroom. She walked slowly, taking conscious elegant steps as she looked for a washroom. As she asked one staff member, he pointed the way out. Suddenly, a voice from behind called, "Hey! What are you doing? She is a guest.." The guy could barely respond as he had no words in reply. Diya turned to notice as George approached her and asked, "Diya.. What happened? Is everything okay?" Diya said, "I was just looking for the ladies' room." George was angry at the staff and scolded him. Diya had no idea why he was angry at him. Then he looked at Diya and said, "Come dear, let me take you there..". His one hand was on her hips, and the other held her hand as he guided her steps. Diya looked at him up-close as he was leading her. Probably in his mid or late forties, but he had a strong masculine hold.  His musk was an instant turn-on, "Mmm your musk is familiar.." George looked at Diya as she was looking back at him charmed by his looks. Neatly groomed, he was looking hot in the black and grey hair. Diya said, "You look so hot..". She uttered the words but then felt embarrassed and turned coy. As she was admiring him, he could see that she was tipsy, "I will take it as a compliment." As they reached the end of a corridor, he asked the lady hostess who served her wine before, "Take her to my office and let her be comfortable." and told Diya, "Make yourself comfortable, I will inform Akshat." Saying this, he handed Diya to the hostess. The hostess helped Diya as told. As they walked through the floor, Diya was surprised to see it was the office floor with plenty of desks and chairs behind a glass wall. As they reached George's office, Diya was astonished to see the interiors, "What an elegant office?" The hostess said, "Ma'am this is the door to the washroom. Please make yourself comfortable. I will be available in a moment." She pointed at the door to the washroom to diya and left. Diya kept her glass on the office desk and visited the washroom. The details of the washroom were even more stylish than the office. Diya lifted her dress and slid down her thongs, and removed them as she sat down to relieve the pressure. After relieving herself, Diya widened her legs and felt her spot, which was wet from the brief make-out earlier at the drinks table, "Aah..". Suddenly, there was some sound in the office, and Diya in a rush quickly got up. Realizing it was Mr George's office, Diya quickly washed up and went on to check the door. Diya forgot to put on her thongs in the rush and clenched the thin and sexy undergarment in her fist almost unnoticeable. As she exited the washroom, the hostess was still there, "Ma'am. Would you like to have anything?" Diya smiled and replied, "That's all right.. Thanks.." The lady said as she left, "I have filled up your wine glass and brought you something to eat if you want." Diya appreciated, and the lady left saying she would be back in a while. Diya was alone having wine, and soon her head was playing games with her. She wasn't just aroused but also feeling very funny and a strange love for herself. Her idle hand was showing a strange affection to feel the skin. She cupped her breasts and gave them a good squeeze as the desires were driving her crazy. She leaned back onto the couch and lay horizontally resting on the armrest. As soon as she got comfortable, she placed the glass on the floor nearby and gave in to the sudden urge to feel herself up. "Oh God, am I turning on myself?" She said as the feeling was high. There was no time to feel puzzled in the loneliness as her hands were her only companion. The place was silent and felt deserted. There was no presence of anyone as everyone was at the party. Diya opened the clasp of the halter, and the dress slowly slid down itself, revealing tits. She began fondling her tits. Squeezing her breasts was further pumping the arousal to higher levels. "Oh God.. What's this feeling?.." Moments later, she could feel a strange warmth. Her body was heating up, and apparently, her hot core was right between her legs. And as the feeling became intolerable, she went on to feel her spot. Widening her legs, she parted the slit and reached her spot. "Damn, this strange feeling.. Oh, Dear God!.." She caressed her clits in the rapturous moment. Her moans were getting louder. As time passed she realized this ache couldn't be cured by herself, only a man could put an end to this. She stood up and went to the desk to take her phone and called Akshat but he didn't pick up. Then Akshat called back, "Hey Diya.. I am extremely sorry.. I was looking for you then George said you had to visit the washroom. It was urgent so I had to go." Diya said, "Oh Akshat.. I feel very hot.. don't know what this feeling is.. I feel like removing my dress and.." Akshat interrupted, "Hey come on what happened? I'm in the middle of something.." Diya felt embarrassed, "I am sorry Akshat.. But I feel so embarrassed.. So horny.. And aroused.. I need you now in this instant.." Akshat said, "I think you are too high. Don't worry I will be back in a while.. I have a meeting and then have to drop a few delegates at their hotel. I will be back after that. Just need some time to discuss business." Diya said, "But Akshat.. I feel so desperate.. I have no idea what this is.." Akshat giggled and said, "It must be one of those drives that you get after drinking too much." Diya realized he wasn't getting the urgency of the moment. Momentarily they disconnected the call, and Diya felt disappointed. The desperate moment was such that she couldn't wait and putting the phone back on the table, she laid on the couch to continue fondling herself. As her hand took the responsibility to ease her, she began moaning in pleasure. With her fingers inside and the tits squeezed hard, the moment was intense.