Corporate Lion 2: My Jungle My Rules
Korben Hunter
Corporate Lion 2
My Jungle, My Rules
© Sultry Publications, 2022
Disclaimer
All characters, situations, events, places, activities and artefacts in this story are fictional. Sumer is a fictional character, his world is fictional, the college he studies in is a figment of my imagination, the people he interacts with are fictional. This is a story written purely for entertainment and all the elements in this are fictional, created for the purpose of making the story interesting and enjoyable. Any similarity to any person, living or dead, shall be considered a coincidence for which the author and the publisher shall not be responsible.
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Adult Content Warning
Please be advised that this is a very adult story, what would be called X-rated in the US content rating system and XXX by the internet rating. There are a lot of sexual situations and graphic descriptions of sexual acts between men and women contained in this story.
This story includes a lot of sexual language including many hard core terms. This is a story written for entertainment and the situations as well as the actions performed by the characters are not real nor is it advised to follow their example in real life. The story includes many examples of polygamy, polyandry, cheating, cuckolding and some elements of BDSM. This is a story from fantasy and is not meant to be followed in real life.
Readers are advised to exercise discretion while reading the story and not get immersed in it to the point that it blurs the boundaries between real and fantasy. This is meant to be fun, read it purely for enjoyment. The description of any acts in this story is not an indication that they are endorsed by the author or the publisher.
There are many sexual situations and activities described in this book where creative licence has been taken to exaggerate reality for erotic effect. Readers are cautioned to not follow anything in this book and always practice safe sex in their lives. This book is fantasy, these characters do not come to harm other than as imagined by the author but the same things can be harmful and dangerous if followed in real life. Please do not take your guidance for sexual activities from this fantasy book.
It is not the intent of the author and publisher to insult, defame, damage, degrade or demoralise any group, sect, religion, gender or industry. This a story based on fantasy written for enjoyment.
Table of Contents
Introduction
Series Info
Chapter 1 – Neha Pendse Meets with Shekhar Mansingh
Chapter 2 – Disha, the Gorgeous Sparring Partner
Chapter 3 – Deepika Wakes Up the Girls
Chapter 4 – Khwahish Gets a Break
Chapter 5 – Khwahish Meets the Challenge with Boldness
Chapter 6 – Rashmika Dresses for Her Boss
Chapter 7 – Kajal Gets Ready with a Purpose
Chapter 8 – Rashmika Greets Her Boss
Chapter 9 – Shweta and Esha Prepare for the Meeting
Chapter 10 – Shriya Wishes Shekhar Good Morning
Chapter 11 – Shriya Wishes Arjun Good Morning
Chapter 12 – The King Holds Court
Chapter 13 – Shekhar Takes Marketing in Hand
Chapter 14 – Shriya Gives Advice to Pooja Hegde
Chapter 15 – Neha Pendse Prepares the Troops
Chapter 16 – Shekhar Meets the Accounts Department
Chapter 17 – Shekhar and Malaika Have a Private Meeting
Chapter 18 – Shriya Has Lunch With Her Boss
Chapter 19 – Rashmika Feeds Her Boss
Chapter 20 – Khwahish is a Liar
Chapter 21 – Nabha is a Smart Girl
Chapter 22 – Tammy Meets the New Boss
Chapter 23 – Malaika Has Tea with Arjun
Chapter 24 – Karan is a Helpful Boy
Chapter 25 – Kajal Earns Her Place
Chapter 26 – Kajal Works with Shekhar
Chapter 27 – Shekhar Marks His Territory
Chapter 28 – Kareena is Angry with Malaika
Chapter 29 – Shekhar Works in Arjun’s Office
Chapter 30 – Who is a Tease?
Chapter 31 – Shopping with Rashmika
Chapter 32 – Dropping Rashmika Off
Chapter 33 – Sonica Sharma Has Her Troubles
Chapter 34 – Nitin Helps Neha
Chapter 35 – Arjun Drops Shriya Home
Chapter 36 – Deepika Makes a Sacrifice
Chapter 37 – Ravi Has Questions
Chapter 38 – Deepika is Hungry
Chapter 39 – Shweta’s Family Time
Chapter 40 – An Evening with Arjun’s Family
Chapter 41 - Kajal Needs Tender Loving Care
Chapter 42 – Deepika Dares
Chapter 43 – Rashmika Reflects on Her Situation
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Introduction
This story is still an easy one to write . It practically writes itself. How quickly I have been able to finish book 2 after publishing book 1 is a testament to how much I am enjoying writing this series. Book 3 will probably not be as fast because I do need to give time to my other series which are due an update.
Parts of this story, not many, but some scenes would read more like a love story than erotica. It was not my intention to write a romance novel but those parts felt like the story was writing itself. Even though I was aware that the tone was very sensual and romantic rather than erotic I did not want to force the story into a direction it didn’t organically want to go. Those characters were in that emotional space and I had to let them do what felt natural to them. If the romance bores you, please feel free to skip those scenes, there aren’t many of them.
I do plan to continue this story as there is a lot of story to tell in this with a lot of interesting situations, many of which I have not explored in other series.
Based on the feedback from readers, they have enjoyed the first book which motivated me to publish the second one sooner rather than keep it on my hard drive for a more opportune time.
Hopefully, this book will be just as enjoyable and help you get to know these characters better. There are new characters introduced in this book which will be vying for your attention and affection as well.
Series Info
Unlike most of my other stories which take place in Bombay, this story is based in the fictional city of Delhi which is close to my heart. Within that city there is a fictional company called Event Genius who are in the business of event management. They are about 500-odd strong and one of the top event management companies in the city, even in the country. They organise big events like award shows, celebrity weddings, club openings, film premieres, fashion shows, beauty contests and many others. If someone can afford them, they are the best at what they do.
But despite having a big list of rich clients and a lot of business turnover, the company has been going in loss for the last four years. Why that is, we don’t know, but things are getting worse and the trend shows no sign of reversing. In such a situation when they get an offer for a merger from an American conglomerate called Douglas Media International, they take it seriously. The offer is only named as a merger, in effect, it would be that DMI would acquire EG and they would be free to do what they want with it.
The CEO of Event Genius, Arjun Rampal, is a hard working man who is stressed to the limit at this time because not only does he have to take care of an insane amount of paperwork and keep the company afloat, he also has to deal with a thousand rumours going around which are bad for the staff morale. Some are saying that DMI will simply rob all the assets of EG and close it. Some say that they will fire half the staff. There are some more optimistic rumours as well but people are less likely to believe them.
Arjun’s wife Deepika Padukone was a beauty queen in a past life but now is a devoted wife and homemaker. His sister Rhea Chakraborty is a fashion student with ambitions to start her fashion label one day. Both the women share Arjun’s stress as he deals with the pressure of the upcoming merger.
In the midst of all this chaos, DMI notifies EG that they are sending one of their senior officials to assess the feasibility of the merger. This guy can recommend that the merger should go ahead, or be cancelled and DMI will accept that. He has the power to hire, fire, demote or promote anybody. The news of his impending arrival adds to Arjun’s stress as he knows that the responsibility to make him comfortable and happy rests on his shoulders.
Shekhar arrives and meets Arjun’s family and then his staff. He seems to be a nice guy, very attractive, very friendly but he does have a strict, decisive, ruthless side to him which he bares as he starts taking charge of things. In this book he continues to make the rules and make his presence felt.
You can compare Shekhar to a stone in still water. He creates waves in the lives of all those that he comes in contact with. Some people love him, some hate him and most are afraid of him, but nobody can ignore him. In this story you will notice how Shekhar’s arrival on the scene starts bringing change in other people’s lives.
For some people, claiming beautiful girls in the office, fucking their business associate’s wife and romancing their secretary can be a big erotic adventure, for Shekhar it’s just a normal Tuesday.
I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1 – Neha Pendse Meets with Shekhar Mansingh
Neha Pendse had chosen a western dress for this visit to the Event Genius top boss. It was a pink halter dress which left all her back bare. The skirt was asymmetrical with a frill at the bottom. On one side it was covering her mid-thigh, on the other leg it was reaching down midway to her knee. Her heels were 7” high, her hair was done up in a fancy bun and she was wearing a see-through crochet scarf which didn’t really cover her deep cleavage.
She sighed as she saw Rashmika at her desk again. She didn’t want to fight with her again so she said quickly “I have an appointment this time.”
“I know,” Rashmika nodded “but take off that scarf.”
“Oh!” Neha was so relieved that she wouldn’t have to struggle with her this time that she quickly removed her scarf and put it on Rashmika’s desk. Her smooth, milky white tits looked obscenely sexy in that deep-neck dress.
“Loosen your hair.” Rashmika said. Neha did that also quickly.
Rashmika peered over her desk “Hmmm, your shoes are nice….”
“Thanks.” Neha said.
But Rashmika added immediately “....but that dress is too long.”
“What? No, it’s not.”
Shaking her head, Rashmika said with a tone of finality “It’s too long. You are not getting in wearing that.”
Neha felt like crying “You want me to go change my dress now? I will miss the appointment.”
Rashmika thought for a moment then said “Remove that frill.”
Before Neha could ask how, Rashmika handed her a pair of scissors. Neha sighed and started removing the frill of her dress by removing the stitches. Rashmika helped her. In two minutes, they had her frill unstitched and on Rashmika’s desk. Without the frill Neha’s dress was on her upper thigh on right leg and on the left, it was an inch higher than her hip joint. Even her thong was peeking out slightly. Rashmika noticed that.
“Panties have to go.” She pointed.
“But....” Neha tried but Rashmika just shook her head.
With another sigh, Neha removed her thong and it joined the growing pile on Rashmika’s desk. Then she stood in front of her and opened her arms “Anything else?”
“No, you are fine now.” Rashmika said “You can go in.”
“You know,” Neha said petulantly “I had come to seduce him with my sensuality, now I look like a whore begging to be fucked.”
Rashmika’s rough tone surprised Neha “Look, Neha, you can be a businesswoman, hot woman or whatever, but for my boss, you are his fucktoy. If you are not ready to take his cock and be his whore when you enter his office, then don’t waste my boss’ time.”
Neha’s jaw dropped. She had no answer for that.
It was a very subdued Neha Pendse who entered Shekhar’s office. He beckoned her to come to his side of the desk. When she walked around to his side, he took her hand and bent her over his desk. Her shortened dress was not covering much in this pose. Shekhar stood up, opened his zip and entered her cunt with a forceful thrust. Neha’s scream was loud and long. Rashmika smiled as she heard it. She leaned closer to the wall of Shekhar’s office and could hear his loud strokes as he fucked Neha on his desk. Her moans were coming through so clearly that Rashmika was watching the whole scene through them.
The intercom on Rashmika’s desk spoke up “Rash, come on in, darling.”
She straightened her extremely short dress, also in pink, and went into Shekhar’s office. He was drilling Neha’s cunt with hard, brutally deep thrusts, rocking her body forward. Neha’s hands were getting sweaty and leaving a mark on the glass. She looked at Rashmika and she could see how much Shekhar’s dick was hurting in her cunt. Rashmika licked her lips.
“Darling, give Neha an appointment for 5PM every day, for one hour.” Shekhar said “Iski roz loonga main.” He pulled Neha’s hair “Degi na?”
[I will bang her everyday. You will cooperate, yes?]
Neha whimpered “Mmmm, doongi, Sir. Jab aap bologe tab doongi.”
[Yes, Sir. I will spread whenever you order.]
“And Rash, make the Friday appointment for 2 hours, Friday aur Saturday ko main iski gaand maaroonga.”
[I will fuck her ass on Friday and Saturday.]
“Sir!” Neha said in a panicked voice “Meri gaand? Meri gaand bahut tight hai.”
[My ass? My ass is very tight.]
He pulled her hair “Neha, kiski kutiya hai tu?”
[Whose bitch are you, Neha?]
“Aapki kutiya hoon, Sir.” Neha whimpered.
[I am your bitch, Sir.]
“Friday aur Saturday ko teri gaand maroonga,” he repeated “kutiya ki tarah.”
[I will nail your ass on Friday and Saturday, like a bitch.]
“Ji, Sir.” Neha panted “Marwaoungi.”
[Yes, Sir. I will surrender my ass.]
“But Sir,” Rashmika said “how will you nail her ass on Saturday, it’s a holiday?”
“She will come to my place.” Shekhar said, he slapped Neha’s heavy, hot breast in that slutty dress “Aayegi na?”
[You will come, yes?]
“Ah, yes, Sir.” Neha nodded “Aaoungi, gaand marwane.”
[I will come. To get my ass fucked.]
Rashmika wondered if she should remind him that he was living at Arjun’s place, but she got an image in her head that he had moved to his own place and she herself had helped him.
“Yes, Sir.” Rashmika said “But what about me, Sir? I am also your bitch, no?”
“Of course, darling, you are my prize bitch.” Shekhar said “Next turn is yours, iske baad tumhari loonga.”
[After her, I will nail you.]
Rashmika smiled happily. She didn’t go back to her office. She just stood there and watched him destroy Neha’s cunt like a monster. She was screaming and groaning as Shekhar’s massive dick was ripping her cunt apart. And then she came. So hard. Her body thrashed about on the desk as he kept pounding her through the orgasm. Neha’s hand hit the desk phone and it smashed to the floor. It started ringing. Rashmika stepped forward and kicked it away. It tore out of its socket, the receiver smashed to pieces, but it continued to ring.
Gradually, it blended into her alarm clock.
“Aw man, it was my turn next.” Rashmika groaned as she woke up. She felt between her legs. Her pussy was soaking wet.
Chapter 2 – Disha, the Gorgeous Sparring Partner
When Disha approached Shekhar he knew it from her perfume before she was there.
“Good morning, Sir.” She gave him her lovely smile.
Shekhar smiled “Good morning, Disha.”
“Oh, you remember my name?” She smiled wider.
“It’s hard to forget a girl who says she is a gym trainer but looks like a film actress.”
He looked her up and down. She looked even hotter than last night. She was wearing a grey cotton halter top that was hardly bigger than a sports bra. It was holding her tits up in a tight, fleshy cleavage. It didn’t cover her mid-riff at all. She was wearing a short micromini skirt low on her hips, leaving her navel bare. It’s risky wearing a skirt in a gym and hers was short like a tube top rather than a skirt. It showed 2 inches of her ass crack and stopped just an inch below the curve of her ass cheeks. She had her hair pinned up in a messy updo which made her almost naked body even hotter.
Disha giggled “Aw, you are too sweet, Sir. Can I help you with anything?”
They were the only ones in the gym at this early hour. Shekhar looked around and said “Well, I am going to do bench press next, maybe you can spot me?”
“Love to, Sir.” Disha moved with him to the bench press machine.
As Shekhar lay down on his back on the bench, Disha moved to stand behind him. When he looked up, ready to take the weight from her, he saw that he could see right under her tiny little skirt. There were no panties under it and he could clearly see her smoothly shaved pussy. He licked his lips. Disha saw him looking and stepped wider. Her pussy became even more clearly visible to Shekhar.
“Ready to take it, Sir?” Disha asked.
“I am always ready to take it.” Shekhar said.
Disha smiled and lifted the weight. She handed it to him. He lifted it a few times then handed it back. She put it back on the stand.
“You are in great shape, Sir.” Disha said, not making any effort to hide her interest.
“Thanks.” Shekhar smiled “I like yours better.”
Disha giggled “Which one next, Sir?”
“I am just starting after two weeks so don’t want to overdo on the weights.” Shekhar said “I am waiting for the studio to be open, I had booked it for an hour to practice my Tae Kwon Do patterns.”
“Oh, I can open it for you, Sir.” Disha said “Would you like a sparring partner?”
“Yes, you did promise me last night.”
“My pleasure, Sir.”
They walked up the stairs to the studio and Disha unlocked it with a code. It was a big room with a mirror along one wall, a wooden bar in front of the mirror and padded mats on the floor. They practiced together during which he pinned her down several times. When she pinned him down, she made sure to press her hot, heavy tits on his bare chest.
“I think that’s enough practice for me.” Shekhar said when they were both hot and sweaty “I don’t want to overdo on my first day back.”
“You still have half an hour left in your booking, Sir.” Disha said “What will you do in that time?”
Shekhar looked at her hot, young body looking even hotter with the sheen of sweat on her fair skin “I am open to suggestions.”
He was leaning back on the mirror with his hands on the wooden bar. Disha reached up and untied her halter top as she walked towards him “I can’t think of anything, Sir.” Her big, heavy tits jiggled as she moved. She unzipped her little skirt on the side and it fell around her ankles. She stepped out of it as she walked. She walked right up to him.
Wrapping his arm around her naked body, Shekhar grabbed her ass and pulled her tight against him. She leaned in and they kissed hard. Shekhar brought his left hand up to her chest. He kneaded her soft, warm tits, crushing the firm, fleshy mounds in his large hand. Disha moaned and pressed her lips harder on his lips. She tilted her head and opened her mouth. Shekhar’s tongue pushed between her lips and moved in, exploring her hot, sweet mouth intimately deep.
Suddenly, lifting his hand, Shekhar slapped Disha’s big, heavy breast. Disha yelped and broke the kiss. She looked at him with her big eyes moist. He held her gaze and slapped her left breast this time.
“Ah!” Disha yelped again as it bounced the same way. She made no move to stop him.
He lifted his hand again and paused with it over her right breast. Disha whimpered in anticipation. He slapped her breast. She yelped, her body jerking with the rising heat between her legs. He raised his hand again and paused over her left breast this time. She swallowed and whimpered, waiting for the hard slap to fall on her soft, firm breast. He made her wait an extra beat this time then slapped her breast.
“Oh, god!” Disha’s tits were heaving as she was breathing hard now. She reached down and opened Shekhar’s shorts. His tshirt was already off. As the shorts fell around his ankles, his massive cock came up, thick and hard, rising like a canon.
“Mmmm, god!” Disha moaned and took it in her hand.
Shekhar dipped his head and sucked her tits, one by one, electrifying her abused tits with his hot tongue. Disha squirmed and pushed her tits into his mouth.
“Please, Sir?” She begged.
He looked at her “Please what, slut?”
“Mmmm,” she moaned when he called her that “please, fuck me.”
“No!” He shook his head “I only use sluts like you.” Disha whimpered. He said “Do you want to be used?”
“Yes, Sir.” She nodded several times.
“Then say it.”
“Please use me like a slut, Sir.” She pleaded.
“Spread!” He said.
Disha quickly opened her legs wide.
“Guide it.”
“Yes, Sir.” She said and placed his cockhead on her pussy hole. He pushed in.
“Ah, mumma!” Disha’s body jerked with the pain of his entry as his cockhead stretched her tight pussy before popping in.
Shekhar grabbed her ass and squeezed her ass cheeks as he pushed in again.
“Hay, mar gayee!” Disha screamed and her body jerked again. The next moment she was riding his cock hungrily as her pussy erupted from the sheer volume of the mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Please, fuck me, fuck me hard.” She begged. Shekhar grabbed her ass and lifted. Disha wrapped her legs around his waist. She rode his cock up and down, bouncing on his lap as he stood with her slender, fit body in his hands. She was mumbling his name over and over as her pussy gushed out and soaked his cock. Shekhar turned and slammed her into the mirror. She screamed as he pinned her there and started to drill her like a beast. Her sweaty back was grinding on the smooth mirror up and down as he fucked her ruthlessly hard and deep.
“You are a gorgeous girl,” He said in her ear “a killer body. Total dynamite.”
“Anh!” Disha moaned as he kept pounding her as he talked.
“Guys love you, they treat you like a goddess, don’t they?” his breath was hot on her and his words were hotter.
“Mmmhmm, they do.” Disha panted in his ear. She was clinging to him with both arms wrapped around his neck.
“But I am going to treat you like the hot bitch you are,” Shekhar slammed her ass into the mirror “I will fuck you like a cheap whore.”
“Ah, baby!” Disha’s pussy exploded under his hard use and she could not talk while she rode his cock like a hungry little whore.
Shekhar kept drilling her soaking wet cunt, using her like a fucktoy and slamming her into the mirror with his forceful, brutally deep strokes.
“I want that, baby!” Disha panted when her orgasm allowed her to speak “I want to be your whore. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me like your whore. I only want to be your whore.”
He pulled her hair and sucked her neck “Whose whore, Disha?”
“Ah, your whore. Your whore, Sir.” She was helpless in his arms and her body was just breaking apart under his expert abuse. Her orgasm had simply continued as the next orgasm, making her pussy throb so violently that Disha’s vision had gone dark. She felt like she might pass out from the sheer heat of the sexual ecstasy.
Disha was a gorgeous girl and as Shekhar had guessed, guys loved her. She loved showing off her body in tight, skimpy outfits and she loved having sex. The strong, powerful men were her weakness. She had fucked many of the muscular men from the gym. The biggest problem she found was that so many of the bodybuilder types were not very smart and that turned her off. She liked the well-toned bodies but after talking to them if she found that they were dumb, she lost interest immediately.
She had never met a man like Shekhar who was smart, good looking and strong. Nobody had ever had the guts to call her a whore. Men treated her like a fragile little thing. But Shekhar was fucking her like she was made to be fucked only. His cock was hitting her cervix and the mix of pain and pleasure had now become pure, unadulterated pleasure in her body. His cock was electrifying her body with each thrust. Disha was screaming and clinging to him as he ripped her apart.
“I am your fucktoy,” she breathed in his ear “I am your whore. God, I love your cock, fuck me like that. Fuck me like you own me. I am not a goddess, I am your whore. Use your whore, baby, break me, own me like your whore.”
He was being spurred on by her dirty, submissive barrage of pleadings. His cock was throbbing hard and he was using it to break Disha, moulding her into his fucktoy. Her pussy was erupting non-stop and she had lost count of her orgasms. Suddenly, Shekhar lifted her up and laid her on the mat without letting his cock slide out of her. Disha cried out as his movements made his cock slam hard into her cervix. He grunted like an animal as his cock exploded in her cunt.
“Oh, mumma!” Disha cried out as she felt his heat flood her womb. As his cock drilled her hard and pumped his hot seed into her young womb, Disha’s pussy erupted like a firework is lit from another. She knew he had moved her down to the mat so his cum would fill her womb and not leak out. He was branding her as his whore, so deep as only a real man could brand his property. The feeling that his cock now owned her made Disha’s body jerk again. She was helpless under him and the feeling was unbelievably hot.
“Randi bana liya tumne mujhe apni.” She said in his ear as she wallowed in the warmth of a wonderfully long, and hot orgasm.
[You made me your whore.]
“That’s what you wanted, right?” He kissed her lips.
“Yes, baby. I want to be your whore. Thank you.” She smiled and looked incredibly hot in that messed up state “Now I am your whore. Jab chaho tab le sakte ho meri.”
[You can fuck me when you want.]
He smiled and slowly pulled his cock out of her cunt. Disha gasped as the cool air rushed into her gaping pussy.
“God, you destroyed me.” She said “You just destroyed me and made me your whore.”
Shekhar stood with his back to the mirror again “On your knees, whore.”
Disha got up on and got on her knees. His cock was messy with their combined cum.
“Chaat!” He said.
[Lick!]
She had never done this before but she loved sucking cock and she always swallowed cum so she was fully comfortable with this also. She leaned in and started sucking his cock clean.
“God, baby, you are yummy.” She looked up at him. He smiled. She continued sucking his cock in her mouth, taking it deeper.
“Mmm, if I suck you hard again, will you cum in my protein shake?” She looked at him.
He nodded “Sure, if you want to drink my cum in your protein shake.”
“I do.” She looked around “Oh, shit! I left my bottle downstairs. One minute, I will get it.”
Shekhar grabbed her by the hair held her “Do it tomorrow.”
“Kal bhi loge na meri?” Disha looked up in his eyes.
[You will fuck me again tomorrow, won’t you?]
He nodded “Kal tumhari gaand maroonga.”
[Tomorrow I will fuck your ass.]
“Oh, mumma!” Disha looked panicked “With this monster?”
“You are my whore.” He reminded her.
She nodded “Ok, marwaoungi. Jaise chodoge chudoongi.”
[Ok, I will surrender my ass. I will spread for you as you want.]
“Good whore.” He stroked her hair.
Disha smiled and continued sucking his dick, loving the taste of his cum.
Chapter 3 – Deepika Wakes Up the Girls
Deepika knocked on Rhea’s door. When there was no answer, she pushed open the door and went in.
“Girls, come on, get up!” she pulled the sheet from them “Come on, it’s morning already.”
They cursed and kicked but finally had to sit up.
“Where is he?” Sandeepa said, rubbing her eyes.
Rhea said “He left already, I think. I didn’t hear him go.”
“Aw, man,” Sandeepa whined “I was hoping he would fuck me again in the morning, oops, sorry, Bhabhi.”
“Yeah, like I don’t know what you two did last night. I could hear your screams downstairs.” Deepika said “Did he fuck both of you?”
“Mhmmm,” Sandeepa nodded “and let me tell you, he was amazing.”
“I know.” Deepika said.
“Oh, yes, I forgot, he nailed you in the evening.” Sandeepa said “Oops, there I go again.”
Deepika said “It’s ok. You probably heard my screams too.”
“We did.” Rhea said “I knew he was going to bang you.”
“How?” Deepika looked at her.
Rhea said “He told me he wanted to fuck you.”
“When?” Deepika sat down next to her.
“Ummm, when he was fucking me that night.”
“He fucks you every night.” Deepika reminded her.
“The first night. When he arrived.” Rhea said “I slipped in bed with him, he told me he liked you and he wanted to nail you.”
Deepika smiled “Oh, is that so?” She was just thinking that before she made a play for Shekhar on Saturday, he had already decided that he wanted to fuck her. And still he had made her practically beg for his cock. What a crafty little devil he was. Deepika smiled to herself.
“Ow!” Sandeepa yelped as she tried to get out of bed “I am sore all over, but my pussy hurts the most.”
“Wait, I will get you the bruise cream.” Deepika said. She went and came back in two minutes “Here, lie down, I will apply it.”
Sandeepa lied down and opened her legs. Deepika started applying the cream on her swollen pussy lips.
“Your pussy is all sore and red.” Deepika said “He fucked you more than once?”
“It’s not that, Bhabhi,” Sandeepa said “He likes to fuck hard and I am so tight. I have only had boys in me before and he is a real man. He made me his bitch pretty thoroughly last night.”
Rhea said “He had broken me in pretty well before when we used to date. But now my pussy is tight and I hurt again when he fucks me. But I plan to keep taking him in me no matter how much it hurts. He will train my pussy soon.”
Deepika refrained from telling them that she had had to use the same cream on her own pussy after each session with Shekhar.
“What will you do about Vansh, Rhea?” Sandeepa asked.
“Nothing, I am Shekhar’s bitch now,” Rhea said “Vansh doesn’t matter. Nobody else does.”
“There!” Deepika said “Give it a few days to heal before you try to get under him again.”
“I will try Bhabhi,” Sandeepa said “but if he wants to fuck me before that I will have to spread my legs for him. I don’t have a choice. He does something to you.”
Again, Deepika had firsthand experience of it but she didn’t share it.
She said “Are you also his bitch now, like Rhea?”
“Yes, I think so.” Sandeepa said “He will fuck me when he wants. I have told him I will never say no to him. I don’t think I can.”
Deepika was thinking that she had done the smart thing by finding her place under Shekhar on Saturday. He had access to not only the hot girls in the office, but even at home he had plenty of choice. Now that she was his whore, she was sure he would keep fucking her even when he had beauties like Sandeepa Dhar begging for his cock.
“Do you girls want breakfast?” Deepika asked.
Both the girls wanted breakfast. They were starving after an active night.
Chapter 4 – Khwahish Gets a Break
Khwahish Gal collected the mail and was going down towards the stairs when she heard the lobby doors open. As a mailroom intern, she had to come before the normal staff, but nobody else came this early. She stopped and looked to see who it was. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw that it was the new top boss Shekhar Mansingh. She quickly realised that it was only her and him in the whole office. She could not let this opportunity pass by.
Even on normal days Khwahish wore tight, skimpy clothes to the office. She loved it when she went around with the mail cart and guys checked her out. She especially loved to tease and flirt with the older men. Today, she was lucky that she had worn a specially sexy and revealing dress because she had been planning to talk to HR. She wanted to ask Kajal if she would allow her to go and talk to the top boss herself about her internship review. She had dressed with the top boss in mind in case she was able to manage it.
She was a young, beautiful girl with a shapely, well-toned body. The green thin latex dress she was wearing was clinging to her body extremely tightly. The thin fabric was even slightly translucent because of how thin it was and how tightly it conformed to Khwahish’s slender, curvy body. It was a tube dress that was cut quite low, showing her sideboobs in a generous, milky white cleavage. It just barely covered her upper thighs and the rest of her long, beautifully fair legs were bare. In the back the dress was deep cut showing some nice expanse of her velvet smooth skin and below that there was a long zipper right over her spine that went all the way down to her ass. The dress was not covering her ass fully as it ended just two inches below the curve of her ass, the bottoms of her ass cheeks were visible when she walked.
In such a thin and short dress even a little thong would cast pantylines and Khwahish was not wearing any panties. She hardly ever wore panties if she could avoid them. Her hair was loose and covering some of the deep cleavage. Her shoes were 7” high stilettos with 2” platforms. They were totally impractical for walking but they made her tight ass look amazingly sexy and she got a lot of male attention which she loved.
Running her hand down her dress, she smoothed out of the wrinkles, only to cause more in the clinging dress. She flipped her hair to the back to bare her deep, milky white cleavage. Her nipples were hard and poking through the thin latex dress. Her heels made click-clack noise on the black granite floor as he walked quickly to intercept Shekhar on the way to the lifts.
“Good morning, Sir.” She said. Her heart was beating fast and she was finding it hard to stay still.
“Morning.” Shekhar stopped “You are in early.”
“I work in the mail room, Sir,” She said “I have to come in early to get the mail there when people come in.”
He looked her over and Khwahish held her breath. Her stomach was doing somersaults and she was breathing heavily, making her big, hot breasts heave with each breath.
“Nice dress.” He nodded and she let her breath out.
“Thank you, Sir.” She extended her hand “I am Khwahish Gal, Sir.”
“Sorry, Khwahish, I have just come from the gym and didn’t take a shower there. My hands are sweaty.”
“I don’t mind, Sir.” She smiled “All hot men are sweaty.”
Then she cursed herself in her mind, what kind of a response was that, all hot men are sweaty?
He chuckled “Maybe so, but let’s save it until I have taken a shower.”
“Ok, Sir.” Khwahish pulled her hand back.
“Well, have a great day, Khwahish.” He said and made his way towards the lifts.
“Thank you, Sir. And you too, Sir.” Khwahish said cheerfully.
He pressed the button for the lift and Khwahish had to start walking towards the stairs to go to the basement. This was a golden opportunity. The honest-to-god once-in-a-lifetime golden opportunity. But Khwahish was losing it. She was letting it slip out of her hands. Khwahish desperately tried to find a way to make it work for her.
Chapter 5 – Khwahish Meets the Challenge with Boldness
Khwahish knocked on the door to Shekhar’s office. It had taken her a lot of courage to come upstairs to do this but she could not bear the thought of letting this opportunity slip through her fingers. Here he was, the top boss whom she had been dying to meet, and here she was, dressed to meet him, perfectly ready for him. And there was nobody else in the office. Could there be a more perfect opportunity for her to meet him?
What was the worst he could do? He could say no, but if she didn’t try it, it was already no. Also, no man had ever said no to Khwahish. She was a beautiful girl, the perfect combination of hot and slutty. She had said no to many men because slutty as she was, she was still picky. She could afford to be. The new boss would not say no to taking her. Even if he did, he would be flattered that she had offered herself to him. He probably had girls throw themselves at him all the time, which meant he would know how to decline her offer graciously.
The worst that could happen would be if he was really offended by her offer and fired her. Well, she was going to lose this intern position in a two weeks anyway. But that was all just the worst. What if it went the way she wanted? What if he liked her offer and claimed her? She could even become his office bitch that he banged regularly. That would be amazing and a big deal for Khwahish. She had to seize this golden chance that fate had given her.
“Come in!”
She walked in, uncertain but still moving with confident steps, her heels making the clicking noise on the hard floor. He was standing behind his desk, his tshirt was off and he was only wearing gym shorts. Khwahish’s breath got stuck in her throat. He looked damn hot.
“Khwahish, hello again.” He smiled “What can I do for you? I am just about to take a shower. Anything urgent?” He nodded towards the door of his attached bathroom.
“Ummm Sir, I thought...” She had practiced this in the lift and now that helped “I thought you might need someone to wash your back?”
His smile gave her confidence. He beckoned her over and she quickly walked around his desk to reach him. Her pussy clenched as she got close and got a whiff of his sweaty body. She wanted to step in and lick his chest. Just imagining tasting his sweaty, muscular body was making her pussy pulse strongly.
When he wrapped his arm around her slender waist and pulled her closer, Khwahish offered no resistance. He pressed her close to his half-naked body and kissed her on her hot red lips. Khwahish’s response was quick and submissive. She parted her lips to accept his tongue in her mouth and pressed her hot, firm tits on his chest as she drank his saliva hungrily. The way his hands moved up and down her back and grabbed her ass, it was clear that he knew that he had her in his power. Khwahish opened her legs and pushed her ass back offering him anything he wanted. Her pussy was much hotter now and she could feel it filling with her cunt juices.
Breaking the kiss slowly, he kept her in his grip and said “Are you any good at it?”
She kept pressing on his crotch as suggestively as possible “Yes, Sir, and I leant fast.”
He nodded and pulled the zipper on her back. Her dress parted and fell around her ankles. Khwahish suppressed her gasp with an effort but her breath was heavy and ragged now. She looked up at him, her hot, firm tits heaving visibly. His left hand moved up to her chest and he kneaded her soft, warm breast as his right hand moved down to her butt and pressed her closer. Khwahish arched her back pressing her breast into his hand and grinding against his crotch in a wanton manner. Shekhar kissed her again and this time she could clearly feel his authority over her. He had accepted her surrender and he was ready to take her. She moaned as he felt his tongue exploring her hot mouth. Her breath was mixing with his in a very erotic way, making Khwahish so supercharged that she felt like she would melt in his arms.
“Let’s see how good you are.” He said, looking into her eyes as he broke the kiss “Go, get the shower ready.” He slapped her bare ass and Khwahish whimpered as his fingers stung on her soft skin. She went towards the door of the bathroom. She could feel her body trembling with anticipation. At the door, she remembered she was still wearing her slut heels and stopped to take them.
Two minutes later when Shekhar walked into the shower he was fully naked and Khwahish’s eyes went directly to his crotch. His cock was hard and her heart skipped a beat as she saw his size. She swallowed in fear as she realised he was going to hurt badly in her tight, young pussy. But there was no question of going back. Even if he was not the big boss, her pussy was throbbing and wanted to have him in her.
Without a word, he took her hand and turned her towards the wall. Khwahish put her hands on the wall and opened her legs. She gasped when she felt his bulbous cockhead pressing on her tight pussy entrance.
He put his arms around her and moved his hands up to her chest. Grabbing her soft, bare tits, he whispered in her ear “Spread wider, Khwahish. This is going to hurt.”
Khwahish whimpered as she spread her legs wider. He didn’t wait and simply pushed in.
“Ah, god!” Khwahish screamed. His cockhead was swollen and round, it stretched her tight hole wide before popping in. The pain that shot off from her pussy to the rest of her body made Khwahish’s whole body tremble not just with pain but fear. If this was how much his cockhead hurt, would she survive taking his whole dick in her? Could she even take that whole monster in her tight little cunt? She knew that he was going to stuff it in and not give her any choice. He rolled his hips and Khwahish moaned with fresh pain. But this pain felt so good that Khwahish moved her hips with him, helping him grind his cockhead inside her. Then he pushed in again.
“Oh, mumma!” Khwahish’s whole body was flooded with pain much worse than his first stroke. She knew he was not even halfway in her but her pussy felt like it was overstuffed and might rip apart. She was feeling his pulse blending with her own as her body was wrapped tight around his cock. He started moving his hips back and forth. Khwahish gripped the shower rod to keep herself in place and pushed back, loving how amazing he felt in her pussy. He was breaking her with that thick monster but it was a glorious feeling to be taken and claimed by a real man who really deserved to own her.
Even in the first glance Khwahish had been interested in him. She knew he was the big boss and she may never get to meet him properly, but she had liked him right away. Now bending over his shower wall, surrendering her body to his cock, she felt like she was in a drunken dream. How could her fantasy of yesterday come true today?
He kneaded hot, wet tits and whispered “Wider, baby!”
Khwahish spread her legs wider with a moan. His soft, gentle tone and his command, it told her he was really going to rip her apart now. She opened her legs as wide as she could, trusting her balance on the shower rod and his meaty rod stuffed up her cunt. She was right, his strokes become immediately harder and faster. Drilling her wet cunt smoothly deeper. Khwahish could do nothing but scream and hope that his monster dick would not kill her.
As her body got progressively hotter, Khwahish’s screams got louder and longer. She could feel his huge cock stuffing her cunt fully deep but now there was no pain. Her cunt was well lubricated and while she still felt like he was jamming a marble pillar up into her cunt, she was getting pure pleasure from it. Her tits were in his hands and he was crushing them in his rough, calloused fingers, making Khwahish feel like every inch of her body was now becoming his possession. Then suddenly with a flash of light before her eyes, her pussy exploded like a bomb.
“Hay, mumma!” Khwahish almost lost her grip on the shower rod as her pussy exploded and her joints turned to soft jelly. Her fingers were tingling and she only managed to keep them on the metal rod with all her willpower.
“You are a good little fucktoy, aren’t you, Khwahish?” He said in her ear.
Noone had ever called Khwahish a fucktoy. But the way her pussy spiked at that word, it was like she wanted to be called a fucktoy. Maybe it was the way he said it, or the way his hot breath warmed her face, but it was highly erotic for Khwahish to be his fucktoy.
“I am your fucktoy, Sir.” She whispered and found that her pussy liked it even more when she said it “Your personal fucktoy.”
Oh, the delicious sensations that the dirty word caused in her body, Khwahish loved it. She pushed her ass back and tried to get him to fuck her harder and faster. She was his fucktoy. Oh yes, that was a mind-blowing feeling to be his fucktoy and cum all over his thrusting cock. He was using upward thrusts now and Khwahish was feeling her gspot being stimulated by his hard, meaty shaft. Her orgasm was slowly subsiding but with Shekhar’s hard cock grinding on her gspot her pussy was still quite hot.
“Please use me like your fucktoy, Sir!” She said and loved the reaction from her pussy again “Any time you want, just grab me and use me, Sir.”
“Will you be my good fucktoy, Khwahish?” He sucked her neck as he fucked her from behind like a bitch, keeping his hands on her chest, kneading her tits hard.
“Yes, Sir. I will be your good little fucktoy.” She promised, pushing back, enjoying how strong his thighs felt when they slapped her bare ass. The warm water was flowing down her naked back and his thighs slamming into her ass were splashing it up. Khwahish knew how hard he was pounding her by the water that was hitting the back of her head when squeezed up by his thighs against her ass. She was happy that he was not taking it easy on her. She needed this. She needed a real fucking from a real man.
“Any time?” He said but before she could reply, he brought one hand between her legs and pinched her clit hard.
“I am at your....ah, mumma....at your....ah god, I am cumming.....at your service, ah, Sir.” Her words and sentences got jumbled up as her pussy erupted and the savage orgasm fried her circuits. She pushed back and rode his cock wildly helping him destroy her young pussy. She was happy to be broken by his cock. Her submission was complete.
He grabbed her wet hair and pulled her head “Who is my fucktoy, Khwahish?”
She could feel his strokes getting faster and harder. Her orgasm was just subsiding but his hard strokes were not letting her pussy cool down. She was close, so close to the boiling point the whole time. She could feel what he was about to do.
“I am your fucktoy, Sir.” She moaned “Please cum in me, Sir. Please mark your fucktoy with your seed, Sir.”
“Have you earned the right to be my cumdump?” He controlled her like a bitch on leash with his fingers in her wet hair.
Khwahish didn’t know how to respond to that, so she resorted to begging “Please, Sir. I am your fucktoy, Sir. I am your cumdump. Please use me as your cumdump, Sir.”