"This is so fucking unfair! How can they do this!" Karan's junior Pranesh ranted angrily as he smoked his cigarette in the office parking lot. Karan had just informed his 20-member team, his core team that he had had handpicked and groomed into the best team in the office, hardworking ferocious wolves all of them, he had informed them that he would no longer be leading them. He had also told them that his rival senior manager, Aakash, would be managing them.
A worried Shreya watched Karan for any signs of a plan, any way to prevent this from happening, but all she saw was resignation. She had worn his favorite dress, a short tight skirt and a figure-hugging see-through white blouse, her soft-brown, gym toned legs taut under her net pantyhose, her thin waist tight under her skirt, her perfect 34B breasts bursting through her blouse, her gorgeous face encased by her flowing black here. And yet Karan was unresponsive.
"Aakash is the worst! He thinks he is God. That his word is final. A moron who thinks he is clever. How can they do this to us? We pull in thrice the amount of money any other team brings in." Another team member ranted away, banging his fist into a car door. "That's all for now team. It's been great. Keep your head high. Hopefully we will meet again." Karan told them, shrugged and left, leaving his team in utter disbelief at the transformation of their fearless leader into a submissive coward.
"It's that fucking bitch Priya's doing." Pranesh ranted in the distance as Karan retreated back to his building. Priya. That sly cunt.
13 months ago, Karan had left the firm where Priya had been his boss. Her daily rituals of humiliating him, taunting him, running jokes about him, his masculinity, his looks, his luck with women, all of it had turned his head inside out. He was unable to defend himself or mount any sort of comeback. She had turned him into a laughing stock.
And so he had left her to work at his current company, his dream company where he had been offered a senior role. His own team. And learning from Priya's unrelenting aggression, he had turned his humiliation and rage into ferocity and fearlessness that had made him the most valued asset to his firm, his team the reason why this firm was leaving all others in the dust.
But Karan had lost everything he had painstakingly built in just a month. It was at a party at Aakash's house where it all began. And the reason for his misery? Priya again.
Karan remembered the night, picking up Shreya before the party from her house. She had been wearing a black see-through Sari with a backless blouse and a plunging neckline that popped her breasts out, inviting one to come and rip the blouse off of her. Karan loved her backless dresses, for it allowed her to show off her toned back which was not reedy or bony, but carried a hint of muscle. He loved caressing her silky, taut back, run his fingers down its contours, especially in public spaces, where ahe could do was give him pleading, horny blushes.
As she sat down next to him in his car, he noticed that she wasn't wearing any lipstick, and reached across to give her a deep passionate kiss. His tongue loved playing with her sweet little tongue, an expert that she was at fucking, a good kiss would still make her uncertain, her trembling arms tentatively reaching to hold on to his arms, her timid tongue letting itself be bullied around by his tongue in her mouth.
"Give me your tongue." Karan softly ordered Shreya, who complied and stuck her little tongue out. Karan attacked it immediately, sucking at it, giving it little bites, as Shreya closed her eyes with a scared expression on her face. One of her hands wandered down to his pant zipper, his rock hard penis throbbing for her. She broke the kiss gently, still blushing and shyly keeping her eyes away from his. And then she popped Karan's zipper and released his rock hard cock into her hands. "Start driving Karan."
Her soft words in his ears made him yearn for her even more, as she gace him a randy look and licked her lips wet. He still hadn't technically fucked her. Well he hadn't fucked anybody ever since that bitch Priya had gotten into his head. 2 years! He pulled out towards the main road and started driving.
Shreya went down on him as he drove, her juicy lips now gently sliding over his penis, teasing them with what was to come. Karan opened his eyes wide trying to focus on the road as her lips latched around the tip of his penis, her earlier shy tongue now boldly caressing the tip of his penis. Her intoxicating perfume, her shiny, sexy back in Karan's lap, and her teasing mouth playing with his penis made him pump the accelerator hard as he criss-crossed the traffic at great speed and even jumped a traffic light.
How lucky was he, this amazing perfect woman, his deputy at work, sharp as a razor, loyal like a new wife, with the body and face of model, and skills that would rival a pornstar's. How he longed to fuck her! And yet, he couldn't for that bitch. Priya was still in his head, and he wanted her out before he claimed Shreya completely.
As he drove faster, her mouth now pumped over his cock, her tongue running a tornado around his cock, her hands massaging the base of his dick. he removed one of his hands from the steering wheel and gently held on to the back of her head, feeling it go up and down on his bursting, hard cock. Suddenly a biker darted across the road causing Karan to brake hard, missing the bike by a whisker. "This is getting dangerous. I must focus." Karan promised himself but moaned as Shreya stuffed his dick down her throat.
Her wet throat engulfed the head of his penis, and she could do this rare trick where she would swallow his dick, hold it in her throat, and swallow it again a couple of times, her throat gripping at his dick, massaging it the way no hand or tongue ever could. A traffic light approached and he slowed his car down at the intersection. His tinted windows made sure that no one could see them, as Shreya continued to suck and swallow, and Karan did his best to not lose focus.
