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Synopsis: This is a story of wild sex at the workplace. The story revolves around two young girls, Ayeesha 19, and Prema 18, from different cultural backgrounds, a college student, and the boss. The factory is run by a young bachelor Arvind, who carefully screens and hires only the more daring, promiscuous girls and thereby is able to have sex with a select few.
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Hi friends, I am Mohan and I grew up in a small town just north of Cannanore in Kerala. I welcome comments to help improve future stories.
While I studied for my engineering degree, I stayed with our family friends, Vijay and Monica, who were newly married and had a jewelry business. During my spare time, I helped Vijay at his store and Monica at home. Vijay paid me occasionally whenever he had a good sale and Monica rewarded me in a different manner. I enjoyed Monica's rewards better.
To the left of Vijay and Monica's home, there was a small pen factory named Ajanta Pens. This factory had between 11 and 14 girls who worked and assembled different kinds of ballpoint pens. The girls were quite young; some were married, and they all lived in nearby towns. They were of different social, cultural and economic backgrounds. They worked in the factory to augment their family income and socialize with other girls. They took great pride in their work and knew Vijay, Monica and I rather well.
The factory was on the ground floor of a large old house, in several separate rooms, and each room accommodated two or three girls, based on the size of the room. They were all engaged in various pen-assembly operations. The upstairs area had five rooms, two bathrooms, and was used mainly as an office area, for files storage, storage of inventory, parts, finished goods, etc.
A bachelor in his late twenties, Arvind, was in charge of the factory. Arvind knew that I was an engineering student, and would occasionally come over and request my help in fixing or adjusting some of the factory machines. On the occasions I was fixing these machines, the girls used to look at each other, whisper something, and giggle, or sometimes cough conspicuously. I enjoyed the attention they gave me and smiled back at them. The girls usually wore skirts down to their knees and thin summer blouses they tucked under their skirts.
They referred to me and Arvind as 'Sir' whenever they spoke in English, or as 'Saareh' whenever they spoke in their native Malayalam, and always giggled when they spoke to either of us. Sometimes, when they talked amongst themselves, I overheard them referring to Arvind by the letters 'V. K' which I assumed to be his initials. I had also heard rumors that Arvind took liberties with some of the girls, fondled their boobs, put his hands up their skirts, massaged their pussies and even had sex with a select few. I wondered how much of it was true, but I thought little of it. (You can't wonder and then think nothing of it. It's contradictory.)
One Saturday morning, when they were working overtime, Arvind came over and urgently requested my help on an assembly fixture. I went over to the factory and examined the faulty fixture. I realized that it was out of adjustment and was producing defective product. There were three girls in this room and Ayeesha was the operator of the defective fixture. When I started my repair and adjustments, Ayeesha stood beside the fixture and watched eagerly, attempting to learn about the adjustments.
She was a good, conscientious operator; at nineteen years old, she was single and a very good-looking young woman. Ayeesha was beautiful, fair-skinned, slim, 5'3" tall, and had long black hair that almost reached her firm and proportioned butt. She had a nice set of what appeared to be 34B boobs. She wore a black shirt that came down to her knees and a thin light blue blouse modestly buttoned all the way to the top. Her light perfume was very sensual and I felt my manhood stir. Her proximity, her sensuous body, her good looks and her perfume aroused me.
I was attracted to Ayeesha, and after I finished adjusting her fixture, I pulled a work stool, sat next to her, and watched the assembly operation for a while. I lingered by her side a little longer than necessary, on the pretext of watching the fixture. The other two girls giggled and noticed my prolonged presence. So did Arvind.
Pretty soon Arvind motioned me over to the adjoining corridor, smiled, and said, "You like Ayeesha? Take her upstairs to the office and stockroom area, and... and... ehhh... you know........."
I was sort of a reserved guy and he did not know how I would react to his proposition; so he stopped short of telling me explicitly to take her upstairs and fuck her.
My face lit up and I nodded to Arvind. He knew that I understood him very well, and went back to Ayeesha and asked her, "How is it working now?"
She smiled and replied, "Great, sir! The parts are coming out fine now."
My cock was getting harder in anticipation, and I told her, "Ayeesha, if you want to understand this fixture completely, I will show you the drawings of this assembly fixture. They are kept in the office upstairs. Please come with me, Ayeesha."
The other two girls did not know what to make of all this. After all, I was a reserved, well-respected, handsome, young engineering student. They did not think that I would take advantage of them as Arvind sometimes did. I walked upstairs, and Ayeesha took her handbag and timidly followed me. She too had heard stories from her co-workers about the girls that Arvind took upstairs 'to work on filing papers'.
We reached the office, I closed the door, sat behind the desk, and Ayeesha stood in front of me fidgeting nervously. I told her, "Ayeesha, you are a good operator, and I like your work. How long have you been employed here?"
She smiled and said, "Thank you, sir. This is my fourth month here."
"Would you like to have some coffee, Ayeesha?"
"No thanks, sir, I just had a cup of tea and I don't drink coffee."
We chatted for a couple of minutes and she was getting a little more relaxed. I could not take my eyes off her and admired and gazed at her beauty. She caught me staring and blushed. I got a little bolder, reached for her waist, and gently but firmly drew her towards me. She was a little scared and nervous, but did not resist.
I gently placed her on my lap, played with her hair and said, "Ayeesha, you look so beautiful" and caressed her boobs with my other hand.
She was startled, "Oh, sir! Someone might come."
I reassured her by saying, "Don't worry, Ayeesha. No one will come; I locked the door."
As I finished saying this, I reached over and kissed her on her full, pomegranate-red lips. She responded by French kissing me. She told me later that she learned this from the neighbor boy who used to come over whenever she was alone. Encouraged, I unbuttoned and removed Ayeesha's blouse and then unhooked her bra. Wow! Her breasts were very firm and felt great to the touch. Her nipples were light brown, already erect, and situated in the midst of light brown areolas.
