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Hi, I am the managing director of small money lending firm and works in its corporate office. And today I am sitting in my chair in the corporate office, waiting for the working hours to be over so that I can handover a termination letter. The letter is to be served to a lady worker called Lakshmi. Handing over a termination notice letter is not an easy job. It is usually given only at the end of a working day as the employee can break down into emotions which can disrupt the regular work. In this case we are giving a termination letter because the officer lady’s performance is below par. But our company is lenient enough to give a notice period of one month before actual termination. I had already asked her through a peon to meet me after the day’s work. It was just a formality for me to give her the papers, and her actual termination will occur a month later. This was the only job I had for the day. I wanted to leave as soon as I am done with that.
The office hours were over by 5 o clock. I could see through the surveillance camera visuals that staff members had started leaving. I looked at Lakshmi and she appeared to be busy with a file. Looks like she has some pending work to do before closing the days account. I wondered if she will show the same dedication when she comes to know that she is getting fired. I felt rather impatient when my waiting became longer. The last worker left the office by around 5:30 and she is still working on some papers. She must have taken it granted that I will stay on till her work is completed. She cannot be blamed for that because usually I stay on late till around 6 or 7 calling up clients and preparing charts. Peon came to give me the keys before he left for home. That was a usual procedure as there is no purpose for him to stay on beyond the working hours when it is me who had to stretch out my time. But today I asked him to give the keys to Lakshmi as I wanted her to get reminded that I am in waiting. So he gave her the keys and left. I watched her over cam and I could see her finishing her current file and closing up her drawer. Looks like she is finally finishing her work and is ready to leave her desk. She rose up from her seat and went to the main door to lock up from inside. That was something I used to do when I stays late. That was just a precaution from unwanted visitors or thieves from barging in when no one is there in the office hall. May be she did it just that no one enters without notice while we are in discussion. I could see her walking towards my chamber. I switched off the monitor just that I don’t want to make her uncomfortable with the video visuals.
And there she comes knocking at my door. I asked her to come in and here she is standing in front of me. I suddenly felt she is much more beautiful than I thought. This realization should not be a surprise for me as there was some 200 people working under me and I hardly get time to give personal attention to each of my employees. And now that she is standing in front of me I felt she is much good looking and colorful than the pale colored visuals my surveillance camera showed me. Her face looked fresh even after a day’s work. She was in chiffon saree which was compact and bulging at the right points showing her contour beautifully. Her pallu covered her navel but showed off bits and pieces of her hips. Above, her pallu bulged out indicating some good heavy mass underneath which can only be revealed in a side view. I felt aroused for a second. I offered her the chair which she obliged. She bends down and placed her heavy buttocks on the chair. She leaned on to the desk resting her impressive boobs over the desk. The heavy looking boobs wrapped in saree resting on the desk looked great to me. I felt it strange that I am noticing these things only now and that too at the time of firing.
She had a conservative amount of makeup on her face. Her lips are glossy while her face had touch ups. After a casual talk about work, I straight away went to the subject. I told her that her statics (I meant official company data) is poor and the company had decided to sack her with 1 month notice. I could see her face stoning. In this situation some will cry, some may use foul words while still some may plead for an extension or just walks off. But she remained calm with a blank expression as if in thoughts. She listened to what I have got to say. Then I offered the letter to her. She didn’t take it from my hand. Instead she looked at my face. And then she gave out a big sigh, making her chest and boobs heave up and then rest on the desk heavily. I tried to focus on her face, but somehow her boobs figured prominently in my mind. She stood up from her chair and stepped aside from the desk. I thought she is about to accept the letter and leave. There was only two full hand distance between me and her. And then a totally surprising action came from her side. She fell on my legs, in half cries. She had my legs in her hand and she engulfed it. I was not expecting that. I was confused. But even in the confusion I could not help but notice or rather feel the softness of her chest hitting on my lower legs while she hugged it. It gave a chill to me to remember that it was the same heavy boobs that I eyed earlier which is now hitting on my legs.
What she had got to say woke me up from my thoughts. She said “I assumed that something like this is going to be said when you called me up. But you should consider my plight if I lose this job. I got a big family to support”. She wiped her tears in between. But I was unmoved. I have my company responsibilities. I wanted to stand up from my chair and move away from her. But her hands that embraced my legs arrested my mobility. I thought of gently pulling her up. But being a women I was confused where I could touch her without being a sexual harassment. Her hands wrapped my leg and where beyond my point of view and reach. If it was a male I would have caught him by his under arm and would have raised him. But being a women she under arm is a sensitive junction of her blouse and side boobs and so is a taboo place to touch. I can’t also pick her up by her naked waist or bun. Nor by her shoulder as I won’t be able to pull. For a moment I felt men are left with no option to touch women on any part of her body without raising the sexual harassment alarm. Finally I got a place where I could nudge her to make her stand up. I held her by her upper arm just by her small blouse sleeve. It was electrifying for me as my fingers touched her naked upper arm just below her blouse sleeve.
I tried to raise her. But she was not giving in and held on to my legs strongly. I told her “Lakshmi, please calm down and adjust to the facts”. I tried to raise her again. But she only loosened her grip for a moment and then held me again. This time she held on to my left leg only, but above my knee on my thighs. She was holding my thighs using her two hands. Having my one leg in her grip, she lowered her face on it and used my thigh as a platform for her to lie down and cry. Her left boob came crushing on to my knee cap in the process. I never knew that she has such a plush and fleshy boobs on her body. I felt an urge to feel her boobs with my hand. But I restrained myself. From her kneeled position she was in earlier, she was now half sitting on her legs in the floor. Whereas I sat on the chair with my butt half in and half outside and unable to move. My left leg could feel her saree wrapped body from its knee to foot. The toes extended in-between her kneeled down legs. The warmth of her body through her saree reverberated all over my leg. My left leg was completely in her possession leaving me no room to move. I felt my toe is touching her somewhere which should be close to the junction of her legs. In essence it should be just under her crotch area covered in saree. But I didn’t feel like admitting that openly. For some reasons I didn’t feel like taking my hands away from her sleeves which I was holding.
Looking from an angle I felt I could see the fleshiness of her pushed up boobs which was hitting my knee. Her pallu had disarranged revealing the beginning of the bulge of her boobs and shades of her cleavage. I felt I am getting an arousal. I was woken up from my thoughts by her words “You should help me sir. I need this job very much. If you help me, I can retain this job sir”. She didn’t face me while she spoke. She just mumbled these words while she still had her face on my thighs. Her fingers scratched on my pants nervously sending a sensuous wave across my body. I tried to get rid of these feelings by reasoning with her “Lakshmi, I can’t help you on this. There is data against you”. The next moment I felt I spoke the wrong words. Because she raised her face in much earnest and asked me “The data that you have is only partially sourced from the officers’ right?” I nodded in agreement. She continued “So the rest of the data is from your own resources plus your own report and comments”. I nodded in agreement understanding where this talk is leading me into. She continued “So suppose if you give positive data from your side, I can still get a chance to continue in this office right”. I tried to give a negative answer saying “No I really can’t do that. It is not the right way to manage business even though it is at my discretion”.
Hearing this she suddenly went into a frenzy of pleading. She rose up on her knee and clasped my whole left leg from down the knee to foot using her thighs while her hands took hold of my hands and brought them up to her chest in pleading. It took me a moment to realize that my hands are now sinking into the soft cushion of her boobs. The layers of bra, blouse and pallu made it even more softy and heavier. I tried to take out my hand reflexively. But she held on firmly crushing my hands in between her boobs, letting it sink into the cleavage. I felt that boobs are the softest thing the god has created in this world. She was also holding my legs in her thighs as if she won’t let me go until I agree to help her. When I looked down I couldn’t see my leg which is wrapped in her saree. But her widely open fleshy left hips took my attention. It had come out more from her disarranged unwrapped saree. My knee is hitting her somewhere by its side, just under her hips. I realized with a shiver that it should be her crouch covered in her warm saree.
She told “You can’t let me down by saying I am a poor performer. I will do anything to make you realize that I can perform well. I can guarantee that I can satisfy you, If only you let me have another chance, I will show my mettle to you and then you can give me an even better rating even for my next assessment period”. Though I failed to realize that her words had in-depth meaning than what I comprehended, I know that my answer should be no. Though my hands on her chest were melting my willpower, I decided to stand up and get out of her. As I showed the intentions of getting up, she pounced more onto me pinning me down. In the process she had released my hand from her bosom. I got time to take out my left hand only when she fell on me again. And there my right palm was still under her body and it went crushing under her left boob and got sandwiched to my thighs.
So her left boob hit on my palm which rested on my thigh. I froze as I understood the situation my hand is in. I could have taken out my hand as she was not holding it anymore. I just only need to drag out my hand from the soft holds of her boobs. But I was freeze; unable to move. As if moving my hand alone will make it a crime of inappropriate touching. If I relax my palm it would cup her boob. But I kept my palm as flat and stretched out as possible to disperse any illusion that I am cupping her. I realized that her right hand is again clinging on to my thighs and that her fingers are dangerously close to my groin area at the junction of my legs and pelvis. I started to sweat. Am I into sexual harassment? I tried to remember the company rules. It is always the male who is supposed to do sexual harassment at females. Even if a female plays with a male, it is still ‘he’ who is the culprit in the laws of the company. A female can never rape a man! I felt it strange. I remembered one old colleague saying that this girl is little flirty with males. Could he be true? All sorts of thoughts filled my mind.
I blamed myself for keeping my cock in the vertical position inside my pants. For it now hardened to the core and grew to a huge size from the presence of her hands nearby and the softness of her boobs on my hand. My cock showed its contour on the pant and its head almost hit my belt as it outgrew its confines. I never felt this excited in my life. Not even with my wife. Her face is just above my belt line tilted in a sideways direction and with a look that she will get out of way only if she gets justice. She spoke “You should not let me down by sending me away. I will do anything to get a good rating from you” and with a pause she continued “Even if that means to present myself to you. My body and my services.” Saying that she moved her right hand up to the vertical mount of my cock which was showing over the pants. I was not expecting that and I jerked in surprise by her touch. She held my cock by its length and patted slowly as if it is a pet for her.
I asked her “what are you doing? You should not be doing such things. Take out your hand”. My voice was shaky. Even while I was saying this, I found it strange that though my words did its bit to resist, my hands remained arrested. My left hand was too excited to respond to my commands. My right hand was getting two much cozy with her left boobs that I didn’t feel like taking out my hands. Only my words emerged from me as a protest while even my mind was not protesting that much. She, playing with my helpless situation quiet well, patted on to my cock sensuously. She raised her head and looked up at me for the first time after the confrontation. She looked into my eyes straight as if judging me. I think she understood that I won’t be able to resist her any more. I think she understood that she will be able to win me over to sign a positive review for her.
For, her next actions showed the confidence she had. She gave a big stroke on my cock leading all the way up to my buckle and then in a quick action inserted her fingers in-between my pants and tucked in shirt, touching my cock head in the process. She touched my hard rock cock head with her two fingers and swirled it for a moment. I let out a small cry in excitement. She had a mischievous smile in her face now when she told “You have a real big asset with you”. Saying that she started unbuckling my belt and unzipped my pant. I protested saying “Don’t do it, someone may come and see us”. But my words didn’t have the earnestness it should have had. It was like me saying we can do it, but should not do it in open where someone can see us. But she gave a reply which I already knew. She told “You don’t have to worry about it. I have locked the front doors so that no one will come in”.
She spread out the zip ends to reveal my white undies showing the long contour of my hard cock. It looked like a snake restrained in a white bag. She ran her hand over the jockey massaging my cock from top to bottom. A wave of pleasure ran though my veins. I feebly murmured “Please don’t do this. It is wrong to do inside office”. She whispered back into my ears “These are basic needs of life. We should enjoy it as it comes”. Saying that she used her right hand to tug down my pants till my ankle. Involuntarily to my shame, I raised my bun to facilitate her in the process. Now that my pants are out of way I was just in my white jockey. She gave another squeeze on to my cock before she moved her fingers up to get under the elastic. She touch felt my cock head which was pocking at the elastic band of my jockey. Definitely she was impressed by its size. For she gauged it by taking it in two of her fingers. She held my throbbing cock by its rim and gave two light strokes. Impressed by the firmness she decided to unveil my cock completely. She tugged on to my elastic band and dragged down my jockey to reveal my hard rock cock which springe up on release.
She gave an awe struck expression and then went about to stroke it slowly from top to bottom. “Sir, you were hiding this tiger all these days without letting any of us see it? It is a true disappointment for us sir. Your wife is definitely lucky” she was telling this to me. But what she didn’t know was that I and my wife are not very physically involved these days. That is, though she loves me a lot, sex was not her prime motto. Her preference goes to other daily chores in life and so she was least appreciative of my dick compared to my hands. It has been at least a year since we did sex. She continued giving long stroke to my cock while I resigned from protesting with her and started to relax myself. Seeing that I had started giving in to her, she brought her left hand under her to hold my right hand which was slightly cupping her boobs. She gripped my palm, spread out my fingers and made it cup firmly as much of her left boob as possible in one single grip.
That was the first time I touched her boobs intentionally. And it felt like heaven. Even though I have one pair of boobs in my possession (meaning my wife’s), it was no match for this lady’s soft and fleshy one. Where my flat chested wife is compared to this gorgeous women, I wondered. I squeezed her boobs voluntarily in my hand. She on her part moved sideways to lie close to the pet she is stroking. That gave me more access to her boobs and I mauled it like dough. She looked at me and told “I will give you a head now”. Saying that she took my cock in her mouth. She swallowed almost full length of my cock hitting deep throat. I was too surprised by her action. It is not that I am a stub who don’t know what mouthing or oral is. I was surprised because I am not used to oral in my life. After marriage my wife was reluctant to do something like that saying it is dirty. I never insisted with her and learned to live without oral. So doing it for the first time was a pleasant surprise and pleasure for me.
She took out my cock and again deep throated it. She started doing it in rhythm taking long strokes. I was feeling heavenly. A women is here giving my boy service with her warm mouth while her tongue pampered my boy’s head. It was definitely heavenly. She did it for a full minute or so. But when I was getting into a high, she took out the cock from the mouth leaving it unattended. I was disheartened. But she consoled me by saying “Is mouth alone is enough for you. Don’t you want to move to the real thing?” Saying that she stood up leaving my cock and making me take off my hand from her boobs. Then she looked around and asked “where can I lay myself and let you have me”. I looked around. There is one sofa and a table in my cabin. I decided to go for my table. I got out of my pants and undies. With the hard cock dangling I quickly went to the table. There were a hell lot of small objects on the table which will take annoying time for me to remove individually. I in a quick swipe, I took the cloths over the table using four corners and then bundled it along with the things that was over it. I placed it under the table, making way for a long table for us to lie down.
Then l looked at her in anticipation. Her sari pallu has fallen down showing off her beautiful plumb mid riff and the bulge of her boobs inside the blouse. She unwound rest of her saree making herself available in just her petticoat and blouse. I went near her and then in a quick action I pulled her up vertically by holding her under the bun. Her bun squashed against my arm while her boobs hung above my eye level. Then I moved towards the table and dropped her over the edge of the table so that she is comfortably sitting over it. She sat there with her legs wide apart and hands spread out as a support on the table. She had an inviting look on her face.
I was at this time in just my white shirt and nothing below. I moved closer to her between her legs. In close straight view point she looked lot more beautiful with her cleavage and straining boobs under the blouse open before my eyes. I moved my hand on her hips, bringing it behind to hold her bun which used to sway whenever she walked around in the office. That was the first time I was holding her bun in my palm and it felt soft and squashy. As I held her closely, my naked cock rested on her petticoat line and her belly. Her boobs were in touching distance from my chest. She asked me “don’t you want to hug me?” In reply I hugged her strongly squeezing her boobs on to my chest and making my cock head snug up to her navel. I kissed her deeply and passionately. It felt different to kiss an office staff who is otherwise just a stranger to me. Everything felt different, her lips, her touch, her tongue etc. I should admit here that it had been long time since me and my wife had a proper kiss like this.
My one hand massaged her bun while the other hand moved around her hip. After a few moments she broke away from the kiss and asked me “for the entire day are you going to keep me dressed like this? Don’t you want to undress me?” She swayed her body sensuously before me. I was happy that she put forward the invitation. I haply tugged on her blouse hooks between her boob mountains. Softness of her boobs sandwiched my fingers from both sides. I stopped pulling on her hooks for a second to smell the wonderful smell of her bosom between her boobs. My cock was all the time rubbing against Lakshmi’s navel. Finally I unhooked all her buttons removing the two parts of her blouse from the front. There for the first time her body is revealed to me in just her bra. Her surplus boobs spilled out from the sides of the white bra. Other than my wife, this was the first time I am seeing any other lady dress down this much. And I felt my wife is no match for her. I took off her blouse from her hands. She is now in just her petticoat and bra. I gave her another hug crushing her boobs.. Then I once again placed her firmly on the desk and made her lie down on it. I was in a hurry to lay her. I pulled up her petticoat up to her waist and inched my dick closer to her love hole. I was fumbling to find the nest when suddenly her hand came and covered up her triangle.
I felt betrayed. My body was aching for an immediate fuck when this happened. I was breathing heavily by the rush of adrenalin. My cock vibrated in its state. I was standing still for a second without knowing what to do. I looked at her face. She had a mischievous smile. She asked me “I am here to submit my most precious thing to you. And will you in turn help me out by letting me keep this job?. If you do that, this is all yours”. She was bargaining with me. I felt she is using my situation. I wanted to resist her luring. But it was too lustful to resist. I replied her “I cannot do that for you. But if you insist I can give you a better rating than my earlier rating. But nothing more”. While telling itself I knew that this alone will let her save her job. But still I told that because I will get a satisfaction that I didn’t straight away give-in to her tactics. She too was smart to identify what I offered to her, and she quickly grabbed my offer. She said “Thanks sir, I will never forget this help. I know you are a man of your words and I trust you by giving my womanhood”. Saying that she took off her hands from her love hole.
I didn’t wait a single second and I plunged deep into her pleasure hole. She welcomed me with her warmth. I was standing by the side of the desk and she was lying on top of the desk with her pussy on the edge facilitating my easy entry. Her legs where hung limb on both sides. I stood still for a moment inside her love hole. Here I am fucking a girl whom I have never even touched casually before. Here I am entering a woman whom I barely know in person. Who would have thought I would fuck a women in my office who was just a staff to me an hour before. How could I have expected something like that to happen to my relatively dry martial life? I felt happy even at the cost of compromising on the office integrity. If I haven’t given in, I would have never ever enjoyed another beautiful moment like this in my life time. I bend over to give her a kiss.
She raised her hands up and behind to unclasp her bra. Her armpits appeared to be very smooth and closely shaven. I felt like licking it. I brought my nose closer to her armpit and snugged all over it. She while steering my nose, somehow managed to unclasp her bra from behind and remove it from her shoulder and arms. And there lie before me a pair of beautiful Indian boobs, un-sagging, with brown nipples pointing upward. It was fuller and whiter than my wife’s. I went around kissing all over it. The exertion also pushed my cock further deeper into her giving more pleasure to me. It reminded me to fuck her and I started humping her in slow rhythm. She responded by interlocking me with her legs. I humped really hard as if I am in a hurry. She held on to the edges of the desktop which was shaking by the power of my humping. My cock has heat up. I pulled up her legs and kept it over my shoulder. That will make her pussy hole even more tightly and at the same time accessible via thighs and ass. I started fucking intensively. Cum built up in me in no time. And then I busted. I busted several times in spasm of semen. I fell over her body, exhausted.
She took me in her embrace until I came back to sense. And then I realized my mistake that I did something I should not have done with a staff woman, that too in office. But her words took my thoughts from it. She told “You might be thinking that I did this with you for a favor. But I will say, I did it for myself too, for my satisfaction! I was looking forward to a day when I will get laid by a handsome and eligible man like you. And I am happy that you gave me a chance”. I was surprised by her admittance. Even my wife had never called me a handsome man. I felt that I should really help her at least for this. As I came back to sense I remembered that we are still in office and in an inappropriate position. Though no one will be able to come in to look around, I still don’t want to create any chances. I got down from her. When my limb cock came out, traces of semen was seen which made me worry if I would impregnate her.
Seeing my worried face she told “You don’t have to be worried. I am on a safe day today”. I was relieved, and appreciated the thoughtfulness the ladies show compared to men. I asked her to get ready and leave the office soon. I might have sounded rude. But I had to do that for existence. As I watched she put on her bra and blouse and then wrapped around her saree. She took few steps towards me and asked “Are you going to send me out just like this. Won’t you give me a parting kiss?” I paused for a second and then took her in my hands and gave a long French kiss. It took a minute or so for her to recover. She smiled at me and then walked towards the door. Before opening the cabin door she paused and turned around and asked “So can I go confidently thinking you will give me a good rating?” I nodded in agreement. She went out, unlocked the main door, gave me the keys and then left for the day.
After she left, I put up the table cloth and props, tidied up my dress and sat down on the chair. I felt glad that there is no surveillance camera in my room. Else I did have to find ways to erase the video immediately. I felt irresponsible that I fucked her without thinking of the consequences. I fucked her without a condom. I thought about all that transpired between us. She tricked me into agreeing to give her good ratings. But what she offered me in return was much more valuable than what I am giving her. Hmm, for the first time I felt I had a great sex after long years.
Later on I did give her good ratings, which let her retain her job in this office. It looked like I gave a 5 point rating on her sex skills instead of her office skills. But I was to benefit from her even in later part of my office life as she made sure to allure me with her body once in a while. She became my masseuse, my private secretary, my private teacher in our private moments. She did let me fondle her, sit on my lap, suck her melons and even fuck her to my content in return for the small small favors she asks for. I should say that I have become addicted to her so much that I may even promote her if she asks for. I hope god will save me from any trouble and yet let me keep her for as long as I wanted.
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