Kaleidoscope

Mandakini and Jay were a study in professional contrast turned electric. Mandakini, aa30-year-old software engineer from Chandigarh, was a firecracker—outgoing, deeply invested in the performing arts, and possessing a petite but undeniably sexy figure. Her manager, Jay, was in his 40s, a suave Mumbaikar with a fit, athletic physique and a magnetic charm. They had built their bond through leisurely conversations and office quizzes, which had culminated in a gravity-defying attraction during their site visit to the UK.​By the time they met for coffee on that pebbled beach, the tension was unbearable. Mandakini’s mother’s visit had imposed a celibate hiatus on her life, and she was practically vibrating. She dragged Jay toward the shadowed back wall of a silent pub. She pinned him back, her nails tracing his forearm. “I think your ‘hands-on’ management style is overdue for a review,” she whispered. A sudden rattle from the pub shattered the trance, and the walk back to her hostel was torture.

Reaching the lobby, Jay’s eyes darkened. He grabbed her wrist and led her toward the basement door.​Mandakini stood in the shadowed silence of the basement, her senses heightened. She could sense everything—the earthy scent of damp concrete and Jay’s primal urge to take her right then and there. She wanted to see how this admirer of hers, who had undressed her a thousand times in his mind, could ravish her in the flesh. Jay didn’t pounce; instead, he pulled his black t-shirt off, revealing a broad chest with shoulders that rippled with a generous expanse of flesh. Mandakini found herself comparing his torso to the men she’d known; they were no match for the sheer physicality of this man. She could smell his musky fragrance mixed with the scent of the summer heat—a heady concoction.​Confidently, Jay loosened his shorts. In front of her was a beautiful male specimen who wanted her like a drowning man needed an oxygen mask. His face bore a wicked smile as his private monster—a turgid, unrelenting cock—lifted up rapidly like a heavy baton with a dew-like formation at its tip. As soon as she touched his chest, he grabbed her, his hands wandering down to her ass until he grabbed scoops of her cheeks in his rough hands. He squeezed hard, and she let off a low whimper.​Jay turned her around, pressing her against the wall. He rolled a condom down his length and bent her forward. He began a gently loving, lingering entry, merging with her with a profound tenderness. He pushed in an inch, then finally buried himself to the hilt. “OOOHHH GOD!” she shrieked as he filled her.​But the tenderness soon gave way to something more primal. Jay’s unrelenting strokes began working an orgasm deep within her. Her eyes were shut, totally taken by his pile-driver strokes. He accentuated her pleasure by squeezing her breasts, mauling them in the way they were never mauled before. His thrusts became irregular and so blindingly fast that Mandakini bit the flesh around his shoulder. This only made him fuck faster, until her whole being was reduced to a mere cunt in front of him.​The faster he fucked her, the more she bit him. He kept on pumping her, and she felt his strokes shorten but hit her inside with brute force. She stuck to him like a leech as he kept pumping her like a man possessed. He groaned and held her tight as he came inside him. With an unlady-like shriek, Mandakini came again.​Before she could even get an eye-fill of him as he withdrew, Jay enveloped her and made her sit on the edge of a sturdy equipment crate. He entered her again, and she gasped at the way he filled her; it felt like a hot, warm piece of steel was inside her. The slow, measured strokes were replaced by animalistic, primal thrusts. He fucked her like she was his whore. She closed her eyes and savored his frantic, rapid thrusts, catching his hips for better support.​He locked his lips near hers, seeking her mouth. They smooched with a force that was alien to her, Mandakini sucking on his tongue with furious passion. He was kinkier than any man she had known, rolling his tongue around her gums. They were sealed as two bodies, withdrawing only when their tongues started to ache. As the spell broke, Jay scanned her from head to toe, hypnotized by her naked self. Mandakini felt her core radiate a heat like warm honey, completely plundered by the man who was no longer just her manager.

In the aftermath, the basement returned to its heavy, dusty silence, broken only by the sound of their ragged, synchronized breathing. For a long moment, neither of them moved. Jay remained anchored between her legs, his forehead resting against hers, while Mandakini’s arms stayed draped over his broad shoulders, her fingers still twitching against the sweat-slicked skin of his back.​The air was thick and funky—a heady cocktail of sawdust, cold concrete, and the unmistakable, musky scent of their spent passion. Mandakini felt a strange, shimmering aftershock deep in her core, her internal muscles still pulsing rhythmically around the fading heat of him.​Jay finally pulled back, his eyes searching hers with a soft, lingering intensity that felt even more intimate than the act itself. He reached out, his thumb tracing the swollen, reddened contour of her bottom lip—a silent apology for the ferocity of his kisses.​”I think we just blew the budget on this project,” he rasped, a slow, wicked smirk returning to his face.​Mandakini let out a breathless, shaky laugh, the sound echoing off the damp walls. “I’d say we’re well ahead of schedule, Jay.”​With a gentle, proprietary touch, Jay helped her stand, his hands lingering on her waist as if he didn’t want to break the physical connection just yet. They began the slow, somewhat clumsy process of gathering their discarded clothes from the floor. Mandakini watched him in the dim light, marvelling at the ripple of his muscles as he reached for his shirt. The “private monster” she had just discovered was now tucked away, but the memory of its weight and power was seared into her skin.​She stepped into her underwear, feeling the wetness of her own arousal still clinging to her, a secret souvenir of the last hour. As she straightened her dress and smoothed her hair, she caught Jay watching her, his gaze scanning her from head to toe with a look of pure, unadulterated satisfaction.​”You look different,” he whispered, stepping close to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear.​”Plundered?” she teased, though her voice lacked its usual fire, replaced by a warm, honey-thick contentment.​”Claimed,” he corrected softly.​They stood together by the heavy metal door for a final heartbeat, regaining their professional composure before stepping back into the brightly lit world of the hostel lobby. The manager and the engineer were back, but as their eyes met one last time before parting ways for the night, they both knew the office quizzes and leisurely conversations would never be the same again.