Chapter 2 - Percy

The diary of a Wench

Chapter 2 - Percy

It was my second year of college and I was a fairly good student. Apart from academics, I had excelled in moot courts and debates. I had progressed considerably on the sexual front as well; having learnt things about my own body and what men expect of me. Gone was the awkward creature who’d have sex ‘done’ to her. Don’t get me wrong, I was still the shy, submissive girl, but with enough know-how to make a man’s toes curl. I had figured out that I liked to be dominated by a strong man, and thanks to the genetic gifts that had been bestowed upon me coupled with Darwin’s laws, I had no shortage of suitors!

Looking back at this particular incident gives me the chills! Some experiences in life flow like poetry, especially in hindsight. Once again, I can’t thank my younger self enough for maintaining a journal. And when I read it now, I can’t help but notice how adorable the writing is! Such an innocent mind being moulded by experience; exhilarated by her new found pleasure! Discovering new dimensions of herself with every passing day.

The tenth of December, 2017

It was a pleasant winter evening in Mumbai. Well, as pleasant as it gets there. While most people my age were probably enjoying their Sunday on the beach, I had spent most of the day neck deep in research. I was just about to head to Percy’s place with the briefs for our hearing the next day. I stuffed my bag with the documents and my formal clothes for court the next morning and slipped on a loose and comfy kaftan to enjoy the sea breeze. Before I delve into what transpired that evening, let me back up a little.

Being in my second year of law college, I had landed an internship at a prestigious law firm - Dinshaw & Associates. The Dinshaws were doyens of the legal field; like many Zoroastrian (or as we call them - Parsi) families, they had helped build the legal profession since the times of the British Raj. The patriarch, Cyrus Dinshaw, was a legend of the law. He had taught generations of lawyers and judges. Several Supreme Court Justices would stand up in respect when he entered the court. I was assigned to work under his youngest son, Percival. Or as we called him at the firm, Percy. A forty two year old bachelor, he was eloquent, well read and the perfect mentor for a young student like myself. I was fortunate to get the chance to bask in his wisdom.

Percy lived in a large bungalow in Dadar Parsi colony. He had invited me over to study the briefs and said that I could crash in one of the guest rooms in his sprawling mansion. I couldn’t deny such an offer, of course. The high ceilings, comfortable vintage furniture and delicious Parsi food that his maid, Lata, had learnt how to make from his late mother! I left home and sat in a cab, my nipples erect, brushing against my silky kaftan; the cool sea breeze caressing them as we passed Juhu beach.

After battling a ridiculous amount of traffic, I finally reached Percy’s place. Making my way across large courtyard with banyan trees and an overgrown lawn, I walked up to the old teak door and rang the bell. Lata answered the door in a minute and greeted me with a smile. Her long black hair tied up in a bun and ample breasts almost falling out of her blouse were a sight to reckon with! She wiped the sweat off her brow with the end of her saree, took my bag and led me to Percy’s study.

Behind a large wooden desk stacked with all kinds of books and papers sat Percival Dinshaw, dressed in a black satin robe. I can’t deny that I was attracted to him. Salt and pepper hair, an inviting smile and the body of a fit, middle aged man - one that is inviting like the arms of a father, who would caress and protect me. He didn’t notice me walk in, his face buried deep in a book. “Hey Percy! Sorry I’m late, the traffic was killing today,” I said cheerfully. His gaze shifted slowly from the book to me. “Not to worry baba. Come, sit; I’ve found some great loopholes to work with.” With a smile, I sat opposite him and began reviewing the material.

The case at hand was a property dispute. Two wives of a deceased businessman were at loggerheads and we represented the second wife. After studying the case at length, we figured that the first wife had indulged in some serious infidelity. The question was how to use that against her to get the biggest slice possible for our client. What Percy had found were lurid details of her escapades with multiple men. We started reviewing them one by one - all 480 pages! Reading such explicit material got me quite turned on, I’m sure I was red in the face half way through it, my juices really flowing! Percy seemed to be unfazed; maybe it was his years of practice that had developed a stoic control.

When we were finally done, Percy shut his laptop, put the files aside and looked up at me. “Phew,” he said, a sigh of relief, “enough work for the day, I think we’re all good for tomorrow.” I nodded in agreement, silently waiting for what he had to say next. My pussy was wet from all the details and all I thought of in the moment was going up to my bed for the night and touching myself.

Percy got up from his armchair and walked up, placing a couple of books back in the bookshelf. “It’s been a long day, would you like to join me for a drink?” I could really do with a drink, I thought, my nerves clearly need some calming. “Sure, I’d really like that,” I replied with a catch in my throat. He signalled for me to follow him, which I promptly did. We made our way from his study, through the hallways lined with portraits of his ancestors, to his drawing room. A large cabinet adorned one wall, lined with awards and recognitions; a bar to the left of it. There was Victorian era furniture all around and a grand piano next to the window. Percy was clearly a man of culture, a far cry from my own middle class upbringing in the bustling suburbs. Old money did have its sheen.

I sat down as Percy placed a Dizzy Gillespie record on the old gramophone. It started with a hiss, followed by Kenny Barren’s subtle piano. The music was having a sublime effect on me. “Whiskey?” Asked Percy holding up a bottle, as I began swaying to the groove. “Yes, thank you!” I replied with a coy smile. This was definitely going to be a fun evening, I thought to myself. He walked towards me and offered me a glass, sitting next to me. He told me about Dizzy, about jazz history and how music evolved. One drink after another, all I could do was listen to him in awe. Full of knowledge, full of passion; what had I done to deserve sitting here, I wondered.

After our third or fourth drink, Percy decided to play some piano himself. He slid on to the piano bench, placing his glass on top of the piano. With his sheet in front of him, he cleared his throat at looked at me charmingly. “Ever listened to Chopin’s Etudes?” He inquired. I looked at him with an involuntary grin on my face, my cheeks flushed. “I can’t say that I have,” I said, waiting intently for him to start playing. When he finally did, it was like a dream. His long, beautiful fingers, flowing with a mellifluous fluidity all over the keyboard. I could have cum just looking at the sight.

By now, I had lost my inhibitions. I had almost forgotten that this was my boss, that we were working and this was just a courtesy that he had generously granted me. I walked over to the piano, glass in hand and leaned on the side of it, listening to his beautiful playing and staring at his fingers as I sipped my drink. He was too engrossed in the music to notice my glare. That added to my attraction to him - it was as if music was like sex to him, absolutely consuming.

When he was done with the Etude, I slowly made my way to the piano bench. There was that pit in my stomach again. Mustering the courage, I asked him with a kittenish demeanour, “Mind if I join you there, Percy?” He moved aside, making place for me without saying a word. Dragging my weak legs, I sat next to him as he began the next piece. Before long, my head was resting on his shoulder without me realising it. The whiskey coupled with his piano playing had intoxicated me; it was trance-like.

When he finished the piece, I looked up at him. His enchanting brown eyes looked down at me and once again, without using my malfunctioning brain, I reach up and kissed him. The whiskey seemed to have gotten the better of him as well, because he kissed me back with a vigorous tenderness. I felt like I was floating - his lips locked with mine, our tongues playing with each other as his hands grasped my face. I melted in his arms, the smell of whiskey and cologne took over my senses.

After what seemed like an eternity, we broke our kiss. “You’re gorgeous, Anu,” he remarked, his fingers playing with the strand of hair falling down my face. I was smitten, blushing as I lowered my gaze.

He lifted my chin up, looking deep within my eyes. “Would you like to take this upstairs?”

The answer was obvious to anyone, but a gentleman like him had to ask. I felt special in that moment; wanted. I nodded meekly, barely able to make eye contact. Percy got up from the piano bench and took my hand. He guided me gently towards the spiral staircase that led to his bedroom. The walk was slow and silent, with a gripping tension in the air.

We reached the bedroom and with the door locked, he picked me up and placed me gently on the bed. I was tingling all over in anticipation. Percy climbed on top of me and started kissing me again, more vigorously, with a raw passion this time. His hands found my boobs and began massaging them with authority. I gasped into his mouth each time his hands brushed against my taut nipples. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the feeling, my head spinning from all kinds of intoxication.

Percy didn’t have to be aggressive like many of the other men I had been with. He knew exactly which buttons to press and how! Delicately sliding off my kaftan, he turned to my tits, sucking and tugging on my nipples, driving me insane. His hand slid to my nether region, making tender circles around my clit. He knew what he was doing, my body writhing under his spell. A finger slowly slid into my pussy and then another, calmly bending to find the correct spot. He massaged it gently, just enough to keep me from going over the edge.

He descended slowly, landing kisses on my belly while rolling a nipple between his fingers. He got in between my legs, brushing his stubble against my thighs, goosebumps appearing instantly. My swollen pussy couldn’t wait anymore! I ran my fingers through his hair, a gesture that he obliged by going face first into my loins. His tongue swirled around my clit, making me buckle and squirm. And then there were those fingers; massaging my inner walls with finesse - the fingers of a pianist knew how to play every single note!

While he was pleasuring me, I gently tugged on his robe, signalling that it was time to escalate. He looked up at me and I whispered, “I want to feel you inside me, Percy.” He gave me an inviting smile, revealing his hairy chest as he undid the strap holding his rob in place. He rose up, plating his lips on mine once again. I felt his chest with one hand, my heart skipping a beat as I lowered my other hand down to his erect manhood, guiding it towards my entrance.

He teased me for a minute, rubbing his cock against me while biting my ear lobe tenderly. I was moaning already, my slit eager to be penetrated by this incredible man. And then, with one swift stroke, he was in me. The feeling of being filled was overwhelming. He held himself inside me, savouring the moment, gnawing on my neck. My juices were really flowing, the moment was intense.

He began thrusting into me, his hips grinding into mine with a deliberate, aching slowness. Each thrust made my toes curl; my back arching off the bed, pushing my tits into his strong, hairy chest. My legs wrapped around his ass, inviting his entire length into me. My hands held on to his face as he kissed me passionately, biting my lower lip oh so tenderly. He was in no hurry. He was savouring the moment - how I trembled under him, my cunt clenching his shaft, begging for release.

He picked up the pace ever so slowly. He began growling and grunting as he plowed me. Not fast, not gentle any more - just pure, deep, forceful thrusts. The beast in the gentleman was taking over! Each push of his cock ground against my swollen walls, making my clit throb. My nails scraped down his back as he impaled me over and over again, a broken moan escaping my throat.

The powerful thrusts, the beads of his sweat dripping onto my face and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh; it was glorious! Like a coiled up spring, I could feel the pressure unravelling in my body. Pinned to the mattress under his weight, his cock hammering against my cervix, I felt my body tighten. My back arched violently, pushing me against his manly frame; a wave of pleasure took over. I held on to him tight as my orgasm ripped through me - the cry unable to escape my parched throat.

The moment my walls clenched, he let out a loud grunt, slamming inside me with all the **** he could muster. I felt his manhood swell inside me, pulsating as he shot rope after rope of cum deep in my womb; my spasming walls squeezing every last drop out of him. He finally collapsed on top of me, his softening cock still inside my sensitive cunt. The both of us lay there in each other’s juices, still trembling.

When we had recovered from the intense orgasms, I lay there in his arms. My head on his chest, circling my fingers around his chest hair as he caressed me. I felt so secure; so protected in that instance. “That was quite something,” I remarked as he lit a smoke. “I’m glad you liked it, Anu, you’re one hot girl,” he replied, gently stroking my hair. “I didn’t know that these were the kind of ‘briefs’ that I was going to get into,” I blurted out, immediately realising what a bad joke I had cracked. He chuckled.

After a long and satisfying cuddle, I felt his cock twitch against my knee. A smile adorned my face without me realising it. I planted a wet kiss on his cheek, inviting him towards me. He turned his head and we locked lips once again. There was something about making out with Percy that was just irresistible. He had a finesse to him, a sophisticated beastliness. I slid my hand down to his dick, fondling it as his tongue explored my mouth. My cunt was tingling as I felt him getting harder and harder in my hand.

I slid down slowly, my tongue tasting the salty sweat on his stomach until I reached between his thighs. His cock rested on my cheek, twitching as my hand cradling his balls. Slowly, I began tracing the length of his shaft with my tongue, feeling the thick vein leading up to the head. A bead of pre-cum oozed out of him, which I promptly licked off. I took the head of his dick in my mouth, my tongue circling around it. It began twitching more violently now, as if it were asking for more.

I obliged!

I took him deeper; inch by inch. My lips stretched around his cock, my throat opening up for him. His silent groans made me want to please him more. I pushed down until his entire length was in me. His balls brushed against my chin, my nose buried in his sweaty pubes. Suppressing a gag in my throat, I lifted my mouth off his cock. Slowly, I took him back in, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard as I lowered myself to the base and back.

Each descent was an act of worship. Tears formed in the corner of my eyes, my throat fluttering around his twitching cock. But I kept sucking him like I meant it, I wanted him to know that I was grateful. Louder moans began escaping his lips, his hips tilting upwards, letting me know that I was a good girl. I slid my head off his cock, glistening in the moonlight. Sliding lower, I began licking his balls; the salty taste drove me wild. I took them into my mouth, one at a time, sucking slowly as I rolled my tongue over the soft skin. I felt him shudder, his fingers gently threading my hair.

I kissed the head of his throbbing dick and looked up at his loving gaze. Lifting myself up, I got on top of him, lowering myself on his shaft, savouring every inch as it slid into my dripping pussy. I settled on it, grinding my hips as Percy’s cock stretched me open. I began riding him with slow, agonising motions; his hands resting on my hips. Looking into his eyes, listening to his groans and the friction between my legs added up to a divine sensation.

I began rocking up and down his cock with a steady pace, his shaft hitting the right spot with each motion. Reaching back and lifting his hand from my hip, I wrapped his fingers gently around my throat. Missing a heartbeat, he hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching mine for a cue. I sank down on his cock all the way, nodded at him and whispered, “please Percy, **** me.”

That was all he needed! His fingers tightened around my fragile neck - not in a brutal manner, but with a firm possessiveness. The moment I felt the pressure, my hips picked up pace - riding him harder, with an innate desperation. Each thrust drove me deeper into ecstasy, his grip on my throat making my head lighter than air. “Harder,” I gasped, barely being able to mouth the word. He obliged! His other hand swung over to my neck; both his hands now controlling my breath as I fucked myself on his shaft. My vision blurred; broken, guttural grunts trying hard to escape my throat. I was flying! High on his cock; high on being choked; high on just being able to exist in that moment!

It didn’t take me long to cum, and when I finally did, it was violent. My cunt clamped down with a vengeance; pulsating waves of pleasure taking over my body, almost like I was possessed. After an eternity, I collapsed on top of him, breathless and trembling, still impaled by his stiff cock. He pulled me close and kissed me, our lips met with a tenderness that took my breath away all over again. Our bodies rubbed against each other as he claimed every inch of my mouth. It was like I belonged to him and he knew it.

Eventually, I lifted myself off his cock - drenched in my juices, glistening in the dim light. I slid myself back between his thighs and took him in my mouth. Swirling my tongue around the head, tasting the both of us, I began sucking on it. With a reverence, I began bobbing up and down, worshiping the cock that had wrecked me that night. He groaned my name softly, his hands entangled in my hair, guiding me gently.

It didn’t take him long. I picked up the pace, milking him with my mouth until his thighs tensed. I could feel it coming. I took his entire length in, inviting him to erupt in my throat. And then he came! Thick spurts of cum flooding my throat, my head bobbing on his manhood, extracting every single drop.

When he was done, I looked up at him and kissed the head of his cock gently before resting my head on his thigh - still breathing in the musky scent of his spunk.

We didn’t speak a word. No words were necessary.