Neha, the office bitch – Sex Stories

Neha, the office bitch – Sex Stories

She was taking to her would-be-boss Amit who was seated in his chair in his spacious office. The name plate holder on his desk read ‘AMIT SHAH – VICE PRESIDENT OF MARKETING ’. He was in his mid thirties, a rather stout individual with a well kept mustache which was curled upwards. He had no beard though. The grimace on his face worried Neha deeply.

“I have other issues to attend to Neha. I told you to meet me in my office at 4:30. Now it’s almost 5:30. Is this what I should expect from you if I were to hire you as my secretary.” He asked in a candid manner. Neha’s eyelids drooped downwards as her right hand tightly held the handbag that was hanging on her left shoulder.

He gestured her to take a seat.

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“I had to pick up my son sir. He is actually waiting outs…”

“Enough. You have to act like a professional if you want to work for me. I want a secretary who’s always punctual. Please…no more excuses.”

“It won’t happen again sir. I really need this job. It’s just me and my little boy sir.”

Amit spoke tenderly, his eyes compassionate and understanding, “I know all your troubles Neha. It’s really unfortunate what happened to your husband,”. Neha gave a slight nod.

“But I can’t give you the job just because you had a tough life. There are lots of other criteria.”

“I’m prepared for any challenge sir.” She spoke confidently.

“Based on your academics I know that you are qualified for the job. But there are other factors involved.”

“What other factors sir?”

“You have to be a little less… conservative.”

Neha was also in her mid-thirties. She was a widow struggling to raise her son. She was a stunning woman with long black hair tied up into a knot and a bronze skin tone. Her voluptuous curves could give an old man a hard boner. Her cheeks turned a bit red on hearing her boss’ comment.

“What do you mean sir?”

“Neha, let me be frank. A lot of young women have already applied for the job. You’re my old classmate. That’s the only reason why I called you here a second time. Otherwise I would have just given any of the other girls the job,”

Neha looked down to her lap. This job was her last hope.

“If I were to give you the job then you would have to accompany me to a lot of meetings. Your presence should distract my clients as I try to hook them with an offer. That’s why I usually hire younger girls.”

“So…I’m not good-looking enough. Is that the issue sir?”

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“No…no. I would never say that. You have a hot figure but you hide it all too well. You need to show more skin.”

Neha looked at her clothes. She was wearing a full sleeve black blouse under her red saree. Everything below her neck was covered meticulously. Even still, the shapely bulge of her heavy breasts underneath her plus size blouse was enough to drive Amit wild. He always lusted after her when they were in high school. She never noticed him then and that infuriated him. This was his chance to fulfill his fantasies.

“I can wear a sleeveless blouse if you like sir.” Amit looked unconvinced. “Maybe a low cut blouse?” she lowered her standards further.

“That’s not enough Neha. You will have to go with my clients on various trips and such. Most of them are foreigners. To blend in with them you will have to be…” Amit sighed. “Let me ask you this… how far are you willing to go for this job Neha?”

“I don’t know what you mean. But I’m prepared to do anything sir.”

“Anything?”

Neha again looked down to her lap and didn’t respond as a terrible sense of foreboding struck her.

“Ok. Why don’t you stand up. Let me get a good look at you. ”

Neha thought about it for a while and then got up, hesitantly.
“No, leave your handbag on the chair.”

Neha did as she was told. Placing her hands behind her back, she stood in front of Amit, who had a wicked smile on his face. The lustful intentions his eyes seemed to convey unsettled her as she looked away in disgust. Amit was undressing her with his eyes, as he had done a million times before.

“Now… I want you to undrape your saree.”

She stared at him in shock; her lips trembled as she struggled to make her voice heard.

“S…Sir?”

Amit just smiled at her, as if there wasn’t anything unusual about his request.

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“Amit…if I were to complain to your superiors, you would lose your job.”

“Oh don’t worry. They want to fuck you too.”

“What?”

“You heard me bitch. Now remove it. I don’t have a lot of time.” He spoke sternly.

Neha understood his intentions clearly now. She didn’t ask again. Looking away from his lust filled eyes she removed her pallu and dropped it to the floor. Amit raised his eyebrows as he saw her smooth, slightly chubby belly for the first time. He felt as if his dick was going to break out of his pants. Finding the remote, he switched off the air conditioner. He wanted her to sweat. She slowly undraped her saree and let it fall on the white marbled floor, circling her feet.

“Good, now kick it to the side.”

She did as she was commanded. She was now in her purple paavada and black blouse. Already feeling naked, her hands instinctively covered her chest. Her blouse struggled to hold up the weight of her heavy melons, revealing a hint of cleavage. Amit glared at her. Acknowledging his glare, she lowered her hands and tied them behind her back.

“Hmm… loosen yourself a bit. Give me a sexy pose Neha. You still look uncomfortable.”

Neha wanted to tell him… ‘Fuck off’. But she had no other choice. Refusing his demands would lead her and her son to destitution. Her family didn’t want anything to do with her after she eloped with her husband. She wasn’t the kind of gal who made rash decisions. After some moments of awkward silence, she placed her hands on her wide hips and raised it to one side, crinkling the skin around her waist.

“Wow…good. Now more…give me more. Make it sexier. Make yourself irresistable.”

Neha untied her long hair, which now hung well beneath her waist curving to the firm shape of her round buttocks. Half closing her hypnotic brown eyes, she bit her lower lip and puffed up her chest. Amit felt his heart skip a beat. His jaw fell wide open on seeing raw passion radiating from her seductive pose. He never wanted a woman this much in his entire life.

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“Very good. Now from this moment on, I want you to call me ‘master’. Understood?”

“Yes…” she said.

“Yes what?”

“Yes master.”

“Come forward and place both your hands on the table slut.”

The image of her son came into her mind. ‘I am doing this for him’- she told herself. She came forward reluctantly and bent down slightly, placing both hands on the table. Amit could see more of her cleavage now, like a dark narrow river flowing between the tallest cliffs. However his view was partially obstructed by her dangling mangalsutra. He reached forward and snapped it off her neck. Her eyes teared up as she watched him throw it in the dustbin. That was her only connection to her late husband Vineeth.

“Now what do you say?” asked Amit.

“Whatever you want me to say.” said Neha fighting to hold back her tears. She was beginning to sweat now. The vermilion on her forehead was falling apart.

“And what do I want you to say?”

“Fuck me master.” she said in a broken voice.

“Louder…like you mean it.”

“FUCK ME MASTER.” she said loudly, almost crying; her helplessness was evident in her voice.

“Good slut…good.”
Amit got up from his chair and walked around her, taking in all the sights her body had to offer which was more then what he could handle. He had a huge bulge in his pants, just below his potbelly. Neha feared what he was going to do with it. He got behind her and stared for a long time at her huge round ass. They looked like two volleyballs attached to each other. Making his first move he gave her a light tap on the ass and watched it jiggle through her paavada. Drops of sweat trickled down her back, getting stuck in the deep creases. Amit rested his body on her back, his rock hard cock rubbing against her ample mounds. He kissed her neck and smelled her hair, his hand massaging her tummy.

Neha closed her eyes and let him have his way with her. Her tears fell on the table as she thought of her husband.

“Oh Neha. You don’t have any idea how much I loved you.” he said as he hugged her from behind, his hands around her slowly stiffening chest. Now matter how much she hated this, it was difficult not to be aroused. She hadn’t had sex in a long while.

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“If not for your idiot husband, we would have been together now. Oh..how I wanted you.” He kissed the nape of her neck which made her legs tremble. “Everything I did was with the single intention of impressing you. But I was nothing more than a friend to you. After all that I did.” He held on tight to her breasts now, feeling their girth and pinching her hard nipples through the blouse. “Hmm…you’re enjoying this too I see.”

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Amit turned her around roughly and gave her a tight slap on her face. She reeled back from the powerful blow, stunned.

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“That’s for rejecting me all those years ago. Now get up slut.”

She looked at him in shock, now feeling a bit frightened. She wiped her tears and got back to her earlier position, her back towards him, her arms clutching tightly the edges of the table. Amit threw her long hair to her front and pulled up her paavada over her waist. ‘What an ass’ . Amit beheld the most beautiful sight he had ever seen in his life. Her round white globes shone like pearls in the bright yellow hue of the room. Her satin red panty was stuck in her deep asscrack. Wasting no time, he quickly unbuckled his belt.

Neha heard the clinking sound his belt buckle made. She understood that he was taking his pants off to fuck her right there. This was it. The moment she dreaded. Her train of thought was stopped abruptly when a loud blunt strike caused her to scream in pain. She craned around to look at Amit, her mouth wide open in pain. It was the belt, he whipped her ass with his belt.

“How’s that bitch?”

He struck her again and again and again. Each time her ass rippled like the waves of a river. “AAAAH… AAAH… STOP! PLEASE…”

The pain was too much for Neha to bear. Tears were flowing down her cheek, ruining her makeup. “That’s right slut. SCREAM…SCREAM. No one’s gonna hear you. Scream for your master. You are going to remember him everytime you sit your fat ass down. Now ask for more…ask for more slut.”

Her ass was getting redder and redder after each strike. It even swelled up a bit… but still… she yelled… “MORE…I want more master.”

After about a dozen lashes, he stopped. He stood and stared at his slave’s bright red buns which were once golden. Neha stood there crying but still compliant. Her blouse was wet with sweat especially around the armpits. Sweat and tears dripped down her beautiful face. “Very well done. You’re a good slut.” He licked his index finger and poked her ass with it. Neha closed her eyes and responded with a soft moan.

“You liked it… didn’t you. Oh yeah… we’re gonna have some fun tod…” Suddenly, the phone on his table rang. Amit prayed that it was not someone important. He picked it up. “Hello? Yes… Oh… Ok, I’ll be there as soon as I can sir.” He hung up and looked at his watch. “DAMN!” Neha’s eye’s lit up. “Damn that bastard. FUCK!”

He turned over to look at his slave. “We don’t have a lot of time. I have to leave soon.” Looking at her, he quickly removed his pants. His massive bulge in his blue briefs were covered partially by his potbelly. “But I’m not going to let you go that easy. You ain’t leaving till I cum.”

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He went behind her and with his surprisingly powerful arms, he tore off her blouse with ease. Neha jolted backwards from the force; she wore an ordinary black bra inside. Her torn blouse clung to her shoulders. In one swift motion, he pulled down her paavada exposing her long fleshy legs. He took out his dick and started rubbing it on her pussy through the material of her panty. Neha felt shivers run through her entire body. Something she hasn’t felt in a long time. But still she acted impervious to his teasings. Amit watched as his precum stained her red panty. He couldn’t control himself any longer. For almost twenty years he dreamed of nothing but this. He moved the panty aside and pushed his cock in hard, thrusting it as deep as he could. ‘Damn she’s tight.’
She lost her grip at the sudden violent thrust, lunging her body forward, her chest grazing against the tabletop. She opened her mouth wide letting out an arousing moan… “AAAAAH”. This was encouragement for Amit. He kept it in for a while to feel her insides, the wetness, the warmth, the tightness… oh he loved it. Neha planted her elbows on the table and lifted herself up. He took it out and drove it in again, this time with more force, holding onto her hips tighter as his crotch slammed against her inflamed buttcheeks. Neha moaned again as her body was lunged forward knocking some pen-holders and paper-clips off the table. She liked to be treated rough. Even her husband didn’t know exactly how rough she liked it. Her love-hole was already soaking wet. She has never been this excited.

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“OH. So my slut likes it rough huh?”

Neha made no reply. Amit gave her a tight slap on the ass which made her scream in pain. “ANSWER YOUR MASTER BITCH.”

“Yes master. I like to be fucked rough.” She said softly, still not admitting to herself how much she is enjoying this.

“You’re going to get it rough alright…”

Grabbing hold of her hips again, he started to fuck her.

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“AAAH…MMM…. YES..HA…HA..HUH… OMG…” She moaned like a bitch in heat. SHMAP, SHMAP,SHMAP,SHMAP,SHMAP,SHMAP,SHMAP… that was the sound of his crotch slamming her ass. Amit couldn’t take his eyes off her round buns. They were too hypnotic, rippling with each deep thrust he made. It was too hot for him. In his teenage years he used to regularly jerk off to the pictures of her, imagining her giving him a blowjob. Neha was also enjoying this. Amit made her moan like a slut. No one has fucked her ever since her husband died, so her pussy was real tight. She felt like a virgin fucked for the very first time. She still had her bra on and her panty was just above her knee. Her love-juices trickled down along her fleshy thighs. Her pussy tightened itself around his cock more and more after every penetration. Amit pressed her head against the table with one hand and carried on, faster and harder. Her melons were sandwiched between the table and her body. Amit was rough as promised. It was as if he was cleaning the table using Neha’s body. He made no signs of slowing down.

10 MINUTES PASSED….

“Ahh…Ahhh…huh…ooh God…yes…ahh…master…aahh…”

Neha moaned louder than ever completely in touch with her slutty side. He fucked, not made love, but fucked her like an animal.She lay on the table on her back, her legs raised to the air completely drenched in sweat. The vermilion on her forehead was flowing down her nose and her hair was laid out in a perfect semi-circle on the table. Amit was still drilling her, his hands under her bra, pressing her breasts wildly. The table wobbled back and forth furiously as if it’s legs were about to snap.Neha now made no attempts at hiding her pleasure. She was grunting and moaning and encouraging him on. Amit was elated. He did this to her. He brought out the wild side of this seemingly innocent woman.

“FUCK!!! I’m gonna cum slut.” he said, panting. He could feel the semen lodged at the tip of his dick.

“Outside. Cum outside.” said Neha.

This time when Amit slapped her, she wasn’t surprised. It didn’t hurt much this time. You could tell that he was tired.

“Don’t you dare command me bitch.”

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Grunting like a pig, Amit suddenly took his dick out and sprayed his jizz all over her sweaty body. His first shot fell on her cleavage, the rest of the cum fell on her stomach and collected on her bellybutton. He moaned as he squeezed every last drop out of his cock. He stopped to catch his breath. Both panted simultaneously, staring at each other. Amit broke the eye contact first to look at his watch. He was late.

He pulled up his pants immediately and composed himself. Neha was still on the table, panting, awaiting further instruction. Amit took out his wallet and threw a wad of 500 rupee notes all over his slave’s body. The bills stuck to her sweaty, cum covered body. She felt humiliated, but she liked it.

“This is your reward slut. Everytime you get fucked, I’ll pay you a bonus.”

Neha picked up the notes sticking to her body and nodded acknowledgement.
“Good. I have to leave now. I’m late because of you.”

Amit left the room and closed the door behind him.

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Neha, the office bitch – Sex Stories

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