It was morning. We came out of the bedroom after my first ever fucking session of life. As we headed downstairs, I smelled the stale alcohol.
We found Roshan sleeping on the couch restlessly. The scattered liquor bottles lay all across the floor and table. He looked filthy and exhausted. His face was pale with pain.
Simran went straight to him and shook his shoulder to wake him up. “Roshan. Wake up.”
He shook himself and got awake; his eyes were wide and unfocused. Still in the night’s hangover, yet to be back in reality. When he saw Simran, his look changed to raw heartbreak.
He grabbed her hand and instantly started crying. A desperate, gasping cry of helplessness. His shoulders were shaking from his hard cry.
“Simran… I’m so sorry. I failed you… I failed us,” he said in a broken voice while crying out.
Simran’s voice was sharp. “What happened? Look at you, Roshan. What condition did you make of yourself?”
He only cried harder, unable to speak. Simran played the role of a damage control wife. She tried to settle him, stroking his hair, but her eyes, when they darted to me, were cold and commanding.
“Nikhil, go. Now. Your presence isn’t helping. I need to manage this.”
I didn’t hesitate. I quickly walked toward the door because I was absolutely unsure of how to react there.
Once I left, Simran’s voice, though low, carried absolute conviction. “It was a mutual arrangement, Roshan. It had to happen, baby. Why are you crying?”
His crying intensified. He hugged her and continued crying, resting on her shoulder. She then asked him if she should stop, as he was broken.
Roshan replied to her in almost a silent voice: “No… You should fulfil your needs. Just go, please.”
Simran leaned back, satisfied she had calmed him. She gently patted his chest “So, everything’s fine now, right, darling? We’re all good?” she asked him softly.
Roshan nodded weakly to her words. She bent down and left a cool kiss on his lips. Roshan drew back slightly. “What is that taste?” he asked, confused by the strange flavour.
Simran realised what it could be. She replied to him while laughing loudly and cruelly. “Taste? Oh my…It’s Nikhil’s cum. LOL!”
Roshan didn’t make a sound. He spat out and screamed helplessly in anger: “Eww! You Whore.”
Back at the office, it was Monday. Roshan was quiet, focused and utterly withdrawn, yet he treated me with a protective kindness. The boundary between boss and employee was fading and was replaced by our strange, shared secret that brought new shades to our every interaction.
This week, Roshan called me into his office. He looked apologetic, managing to convey personal regret. “Nikhil, look. What you did for me… I can never repay you. I want you. I want to give you a massive raise.”
He continued by spreading his hands in frustration. “But the truth is, the company’s finances are dead. And you’re still young. I can’t justify the title or the salary to the board right now.”
I replied, “That’s fine, Sir, I never asked for it.”
He made it seem as if the system was failing my loyalty. “I won’t let your talent be wasted because of my problems.” Roshan wanted to reward me, but his hands were tied.
Over the next eight to ten weeks, the dynamic changed completely. Roshan stopped being my direct boss in the traditional sense and became a dedicated mentor. Our conversations became frank.
He wasn’t just my boss; he was the man who had ordered me to sleep with his wife, and that dark shared secret somehow made me trust him, almost fatherly trust.
He began talking openly about my future, dedicating late evenings to ‘strategy sessions’ for my career.
“You need a place where your analytical skill set won’t be wasted by a lazy board,” he told me one night when I was in his home.
He used to try to assure me that he was seeing something good for me. “You have the hunger. I’ll make sure you get the reward you deserve, even if I can’t give it to you here.”
He spent hours pushing my resume, reviewing my past projects, and genuinely researching opportunities in other companies, too. He framed every failure to secure an interview as a personal fight against him by the corporate world.
During this time, the visits to Simran became frequent and urgent. The initial arrangement had sealed an intimacy between us. Simran was desperate. She used to call me at unpredictable hours and demand intense fucks.
Each time I was fucking Simran, I put them closer to my heart. It reinforced the reality that my loyalty, regardless of where I worked, was permanently tied to Roshan’s silent debt.
Roshan eventually focused his attention on Oriental Solutions, a powerful company in the same domain, known for aggressive growth. “Oriental needs a killer like you, Nikhil,” he suggested one afternoon.
He worked tirelessly, contacting old industry allies, leveraging favours for me, and smoothing the path for weeks. I saw him on the phone, heard his arguments, all dedicated to my placement.
I believed he was fighting my battles, paying his debt through sheer professional effort.
Then, three months after. It was an afternoon. Roshan called me into his office. Without saying a word, he slid a thick envelope across the desk.
“This is it, Nikhil. The position is Senior Analytical Strategist. It’s exactly the title you wanted,” he said.
I tore the envelope open. Inside was a formal offer letter from Oriental Solutions. The role, the compensation, the prestige. It was beyond what I could have achieved on my own for years. I
Stared at the logo, then at Roshan, utterly speechless.
“I did it for you, Nikhil. Now go build the career you deserve,” he said.
I was overwhelmed with pure gratitude and excitement. This was the reward. This was the payoff. I scooped up the letter, “Sir… I don’t know what to say. Thank you. This is…”
“Can I come with you home from the office? I need to show Simran this news. Right now.” I asked him in joy.
Roshan nodded, “Why not. She’s expecting you.”
That evening, we drove to his home, the offer letter clutched in my hand. Roshan opened the door with his keys. I headed to Simran’s room.
I knocked on the door, and Simran met me there, surprised to see me. She was wearing only the maxi.
Her eyes were lighted with an anticipation. “Kneel,” I ordered, tossing the letter onto the couch.
She hesitated for half a second, amazed at what had happened. She paused, just long enough for me to grab her hair and yank her down. “I said kneel.”
Her breath hitched, but she obeyed. She rested herself on her knees in front of me. Her fingers trembled on my pants as she undid my belt, her eyes searching for the reason behind this sudden hunger.
“Open,” I commanded her by gripping her jaw.
She did, her lips were parting just as I pulled out my cock, already hard, already leaking. I didn’t give her time to think. I thrust forward, pushing her lips until I hit the back of her throat.
She gagged, her eyes watering, but I didn’t stop. “Breathe through your nose today, and don’t fucking choke,” I instructed while pulling her hair.
I fucked her mouth like I owned it. Her moans were vibrating around me as I held her head in the right place, pushing my cock deeper and deeper.
I yelled at her while watching her struggle. ” Look at you! Such a good little slut. Taking my cock like you were made for it.”
She cried, her tongue rolling around cock when I pulled back just enough to let her breathe.
Then I shoved in again, deeper this time, making her choke. Tears streamed down her face, but she didn’t pull away.
“Good girl, now suck”, I praised.
She obeyed. Her mouth began working on me with desperate hunger. I let her take control for a few seconds, just to see how badly she wanted it.
I fucked her mouth until her lips were swollen, until her breath came in ragged gasps. Then I pulled out, leaving her panting.
“On the table,” I ordered her.
She didn’t argue. She climbed onto the polished wooden dining table, her ass was in the air, and her pussy was glowing with need. I didn’t waste time. I grabbed her ass and slammed into her pussy from behind, making her scream. “Fuck…Nikhil!”
I didn’t let her finish. My cock was hitting her so deep she could barely breathe because of the moans. “Tell me how much you love this,” I demanded.
She moaned, “I…I am loving it.”
“Louder,” I asked her.
“I LOVE IT! Fuck” she screamed as I drove into her harder.
I pulled out suddenly, flipping her onto her back and spreading her legs wide. Then I dropped to my knees, my mouth found her clit as my fingers slid inside her.
“Oh god, Nikhil!” she moaned.
I sucked, licked a bit. Then I stood, lifting her legs over my shoulders and pushing back into her pussy.
“Look at me,” I commanded.
Her eyes met mine, her lips had parted as I fucked her like this, deep, slow, and utterly dominant.
“Whose pussy is this?” I shouted.
“Yours,” she gasped.
“Whose cock do you want?” I asked again in erotic thoughts.
“Yours! only yours!” she replied.
I hit back by hitting my next thrust desperately. “Then take it.”
She did. She took every inch; her body was trembling as I brought her to the edge and pulled back at the last second.
“Please…Fuck. let me come!” She begged.
I leaned down and replied. “Beg.”
“Please. fuck me. Please, right now,” She begged again.
I spat on my hand and rubbed it over my cock before slamming back into her again. My thrusts were turning brutal. My fingers were digging into her thighs as I sent her over the edge.
Then, she came with a scream, and I followed soon after. My release hit me like a punch to the gut. I stayed inside her. My cock was shaking. Simran was panting. I leaned down and spoke while my lips brushed hers. “Good girl.”
“Again?” she stared at me.
I laughed as I was already hardening inside her again. “Oh, we’re just getting started.”
Her legs were still trembling; her pussy was shining with our combined arousal. I grabbed her thighs, yanking her to the edge of the table. Her ass was barely hanging on.
She gasped as I pushed back into her. This time, my cock was hitting spots that made her eyes roll back.
“Oh… ohh God…!” She moaned.
I didn’t let up. I fucked her hard; the table was shaking beneath us. And within a few minutes, my cock started pulsing deep inside her pussy, with each drop of my cum. We stayed like that for a moment. Our bodies were full of sweat.
That’s how I enjoyed my reward, taking what was mine, using her body, and leaving her utterly spent. And as I pulled out, my cum dripped from pussy. So fascinating to experience.
Next month, I will move to Oriental Solutions and quickly settle in, immediately putting my ambitious analytical mind to use. Months passed, and my contact with Roshan never broke; it simply shifted format.
Simran caught me completely in her world with her intense, reckless demands. Simultaneously, Roshan maintained his mentorship. But it was always assumed as casual checking-in, usually over a weekend drink or a short, unexpected call.
Roshan never asked for a file. He wanted my mind. About a month into the job, Oryntal was struggling to counter a strategic market move by Roshan’s firm. Once we were at a downtown bar.
After we talked about Simran and the risk of the arrangement, he casually steered the conversation to work. “So, how’s Oryntal planning to tackle my old firm? Just curious. Are they all focused on the numbers?” He asked.
I laughed. “Numbers? No, their focus is totally shortsighted. They’re banking on a quick market return, ignoring the long-term infrastructure investment needed.”
I detailed the flaw while feeling proud to share my high-level assessment. Roshan nodded, listening. The next week, his company exploited that exact vulnerability. I just thought Roshan was brilliant and lucky.
Later, after two quarters, I was put on a highly sensitive project concerning a potential acquisition target. Roshan invited me for lunch under the guise of warning me about a political pitfall at Oryntal.
As we ate, he brought up the merger. “I bet Oryntal is over-projecting the synergy savings, right? Every firm does. What’s the real, deep risk that’s buried in the fine print that they’ll miss?”
Driven by my desire to impress him with my intelligence, I quickly detailed the specific, hidden regulatory obstacle and the true cost of mitigation that Oryntal was overlooking. I felt like a genius sharing my secret observation.
Roshan never pushed. He just nudged me to talk, using the comfort of the affair and the trust of his mentorship to open my mouth. I started trusting him completely till that point, genuinely believing he was sacrificing his time to mentor me.
It was an evening at Roshan’s home, Roshan and I having a discussion on how it’s all unmanageable nowadays as Oriental is losing in many places. The projections and insights from the analysis team were not precisely effective.
“You’re overthinking. You’re good at this, Nikhil. Believe in yourself.” He dismissed all my doubts, but I couldn’t shake the feeling I was missing something critical.
When Roshan was asking something important, before I could respond, the door opened. Simran stood there. She was in her silk. “Enough talk,” she said.
Her eyes were shifting between me and Roshan. “Can’t you see how stressed he is?” she asked Roshan.
Roshan exhaled. “Simran…”
“Shut up,” she discarded Roshan’s words. Then she grabbed my wrist and yanked me to my feet.
She said, “You’re thinking too much. Let me fix that.”
I didn’t resist. I let her drag me toward the bedroom. The moment the door shut behind us, she pushed me onto the bed. Her fingers already began working at my belt.
“Forget all daily chaos, and enjoy my skills,” she commanded me.
“Simran!” I moan as she frees my cock from my underwear, her fingers wrapped around my dick.
“Shh,” she said, putting her hand on her lips. Then she leaned on me, her tongue was licking my jawline, and she spoke. “Just feel it.”
She didn’t waste time. She slipped to her knees, her mouth took the cock deep, and her tongue was circling the head of cock. My fingers were tangling in her hair as she sucked me hard. Her sobs were vibrating through me.
“Fuck! Simran, amazing. Ah!” I said while enjoying her moves.
She pulled back just enough to stare at me. “You’re still thinking, let go,” she teased.
I didn’t have a choice. She took me deeper. I let my hips jerk up as she gagged herself on my cock. “Fuck… you’re unreal…” I told her.
She pulled off and asked me when her hands replaced her mouth, stroking my dick faster. “Say it, tell me how this feels.”
I couldn’t form words. I could only moan as she leaned down, her tongue was flicking over my tip before she sucked me again, and I replied to her, “Where did you learn that? Fuck…”
Her palms slid between my legs to cup my balls. The tension in my body was unimaginable, and I cum. My own release hit me, my cock released in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop of it.
She licked her lips and climbed onto the bed beside me. “Better now?”
I exhaled, “Yeah.”
She laughed. Her fingers were tracing my chest. “Good. Now let’s see if I can make you forget your own name.”
Before I could respond, she straddled me, and her pussy was already wet. She sat down on my cock.
She began riding me; her tits were bouncing with every movement.
After a while, she leaned down, “You’re mine tonight, and I’m going to make sure you remember it.”
I didn’t have the energy to argue. I could only hold on as she fucked me; her body was moving, which made my vision blur. She was relentless that night, her sweet moans hit in my mind.
“Cum for me again, I want to feel you lose control,” she demanded in a broken voice while bouncing on cock.
After a minute, my cock was twitching inside pussy as I filled it. She collapsed onto my chest once we were both done. “Feeling relaxed now?”
I replied while I was rolling my fingers into her strand of hair. “Relaxed? You ruined me. Haha.”
She smiled. “Good. Now get some sleep. You’ve got a long day tomorrow.”
And we both fell into a deep sleep in the same position.
To be continued…
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