My husband suspected that some kind of hanky-panky was going on in my office. He kept asking me for the details, but I decided not to tell anything about my actual escapades to him -- I was not really sure how he would react. But I did indeed give him a mild insight into the flirtatious encounters with various engineers and managers, just enough to get Sanjay excited in the bed.
However, with Arundhati, my new confidante, I discussed all the raunchy details and took advice on how to proceed with Nitin. She has now become my close supporter and aide. Admittedly, she was far more experienced in taming the men at work, and her prescribed strategy for me was that I should play cool and not show too much enthusiasm towards Nitin. 'Let him come towards you!' she told me. I was a bit apprehensive about the CEO who made advances towards me at the party, ending it with an ominous threat that he would have me no matter what. Fortuitously, right after the party, my CEO had to go on a tour to US for two weeks. So, I didn't have to worry about his predatory warning, and within few days I completely forgot about it. I could just focus on Nitin for now.
With what happened at the party between Nitin and me, where I sucked his cock and swallowed his cum, Nitin got quite emboldened in his moves. He was chasing me like a hungry wolf. That Monday, he sent me tons of loving messages. Obviously, he was wooing me. As suggested by Arundhati, I played coy, and no matter what he suggested, I kept the conversation neutral from my side. But given the way he was pestering me, I knew it was just a matter of time before I would succumb to his advances and be in his bed. And I did succumb, but it was not his bed we were in. The way it happened was far from a romantic encounter that I had imagined.
Next day, I wore tight jeans and a tight blouse to my work. Once again, egged by Sanjay, and suggested by Arundhati, I did not wear panties, and did not wear a bra. I was still thinking that I would be teasing Nitin for another day.
But he had altogether different plans for me. Unaware of his plans, I teased many men during the lunch at the cafeteria. The men kept coming back again and again to see my bouncing boobs and probably my erect nipples. The jeans were tight at all places, and lifted my bums, throwing open the cleft in between the buttocks, for everyone to gape and wonder. I wore tall shoes and kept parading my assets for everyone to ogle. I was feeling the heat inside my body build up, and I thought of fucking almost every man who was feeling me up with his eyes.
After lunch, I got an e-mail from Nitin to come for a review meeting at 2 PM. When I entered his cabin, there was nobody there. I sat in one of the chairs across his table and waited. After few minutes, he suddenly barged into the cabin from somewhere outside, and immediately locked it from inside. I sensed that he was going to do something now. He turned towards me. It was a serious look. He was like a hungry lion looking at an injured gazelle. Yes, I was up for his taking.
He literally pounced on me. And I tried to resist him as much as I could, as suggested by Arundhati. I made up my mind that I was not going to give in so easily. But my resistance only added to his lust and craziness. He held me in his arms tightly and tried to kiss me. When I tried to avoid his kiss, he got mad. He grabbed my blouse and unceremoniously ripped it apart. There I stood, completely naked from the waist above, in his arms. I was also in a state of shock. I just lost my blouse. And the next thing he did surprised me even further. He bent down onto his desk and grabbed something. I couldn't see what it was. Next second. He was cutting my jeans with a pair of scissors. Oh my God! He is going to tear my jeans. Before I could protest, he cut it, and then with his strong hands, ripped it apart. Right there, at my workplace, I lost my blouse and my jeans, my only two pieces of clothing.
He grabbed my naked tits, bit them, and sucked them. Then he put his fingers inside my bare pussy, rough and hard, and found it to be leaking with lust. He used that to his advantage now. Taunting me, he asked 'See, I knew it, Whore! You are ready to be fucked. Why are doing all this pretense? Huh?' With that he pushed me onto the table, with my big breasts getting pressed against the cold wood. He parted my ass with his rough hands. He found the entrance to my pussy. I didn't even know when he had got his cock out, because in an instant I could feel it inside my pussy. He didn't wait a second. He started to pump it inside me and fuck me right there in his room.
Looked like he was in a great hurry. He acted like a hungry hyena that got a piece of meat after a week long starvation. He wouldn't let go of the opportunity to devour me. He fucked me incessantly, and continuously, Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! I started to wail, but he pushed my tattered blouse into my mouth to muffle my screams. He held both of my hands behind my back, and held them tight in in his grip, and he kept ramming his dick deep inside me. With each stroke, I was moving back and forth on the table, and the roughness of the table on my nipples only added to the pain and hence the pleasure.
I had always loved being dominated, and here Nitin was completely and overwhelmingly treating me like his slave. Fucking me without my consent not caring whether I was in pain. He kept fucking me like there is no tomorrow. And soon enough, his pent-up desire that had accumulated inside him for over many weeks, which got a hope of release over the weekend party, now got its release. He started to release his jism inside me and with each spurt, he yelled, 'Oooh! Aaaah! OOOOH! MMMM! MENAKA! MMMM!'
After he was done, he just fell into the couch, naked, looking at my equally naked body with admiration and satisfaction -- that of man who accomplished and fulfilled his desire. Now, I was an object of his conquest, and he reveled in it.
After he stopped fucking me, I had to come back to my senses. And when I did, I was faced with the dire reality that my blouse and jeans were completely torn. I couldn't wear them. When I looked at Nitin with sad eyes, he realized my plight. He went inside into his wardrobe and came out with a full hands shirt of his. Which was bit long than usual. I had no choice but wear just his shirt with nothing underneath and nothing beneath. Using my belt I wrapped around my waist. I wore high heeled shoes and stepped out of his cabin.
When I stepped out of the cabin I could see few of my teammates having coffee at the corner of the aisle. They stopped drinking their coffee and kept staring at me and my disheveled and changed attire with their mouths wide open -- they were shell shocked. Quickly, I walked into my cubicle, panting, and sat on my chair. What just happened? I got fucked by Nitin in his cabin, not in his bed. And my entire team has noticed me coming out of his cabin in a different set of clothes! Clearly, they would put understand what happened! Throughout the day, my teammates have seen me strutting around in jeans and a tight blouse, and now they were seeing me in a full hands men's shirt, with naked thighs and legs, coming out of Nitin's office, looking disheveled, sweaty, and clearly not wearing a bra or panty.
I must have been clear that I was not wearing underneath, because it was a white shirt, and was showing off my skin color against the light, and the body contours are not showing the bra or panty lines. Also, my stubborn nipples were not cooperating with me, were standing erect full mast - my mind has accepted that the fun and frolic of fucking Nitin is over, but my body continued to revel in the after glory of the fuck. Now that my entire team must have guessed what happened, it's just a matter of time when the whole office would know about it.
I just didn't know what to do. I wish I could turn the clock back and erase what just happened. Meanwhile, the cum inside my pussy started to leak. I put a napkin on my pussy lips right there, in my cubicle, to drain off any wetness. I know that I just couldn't walk out like this. My attire was way too revealing and vulgar. Not knowing what to do, I called up Arundhati for help. She immediately descended into my cube, both with the curiosity to know the details, and the sincerity to help me out of my plight.
Arundhati came wide-eyed, prying to know everything from me.
Arundhati: So, it happened?
Me: What happened?
Arundhati: Nitin? Did he fuck you, at last?
Looks like she was anticipating it more than me.
Me: Yes, Arundhati. It happened. All of a sudden. And that bastard tore my clothes and gave me his shirt to wear. Look at me. I look like a cheap whore. How can I walk out like this?
Arundhati: So, how was it? Come on, come on. Tell me the details.
I had to begrudgingly fill in all the details of how Nitin fucked me right there on his table, how he forced fucked me, how he didn't care for my clothes or my pleasure. After listening to the entire escapade in lurid details, Arundhati gave me her chunni (scarf) that she carried in her bag. I used it to wrap it around my waist to make it look like a skirt. It was a flimsy piece of cloth, not hiding anything. But some something was better was nothing.
