I intensely chose a bright yellow churidar suit that hugged my curves. The fabric clung tightly to my thighs and ass, making every line of my body visible through it. My dupatta hardly covered the deep cleavage. The thin churidar outlined the swell of my hips and the soft mound between my legs so clearly.
I had left my hair open, the long strands flowing over my shoulders and brushing against the curves of my boobs. My lips glistened with fresh lipstick, soft and wet, as if inviting a bite. The sweet, intoxicating fragrance of my perfume made my whole presence even more seductive.
The tight churidar clung to my thighs, stretching over the bulge of my pussy and tracing the roundness of my ass. Each step on my high heels lifted my hips just enough to make my ass look fuller, firmer, and more tempting, like it was meant to be grabbed and fucked right there.
When I pushed the door open, Malhotra ji’s eyes instantly travelled down my sexy figure, from the heaving rise of my boobs to the tightness of my ass in a churidar. At that very moment, I realised that I had come only to collect my transfer order.
But my look itself was enough to remind him of that night when I had been nothing more than his slut. Malhotra’s eyes were shamelessly roaming over my body as if he was stripping me naked right there.
With a smile, he extended the paper and said, “Finally, your transfer order has arrived, Payal ji. Congratulations.”
The way he extended the word congratulations made it seem less like a formality and more like a reminder, the price I have paid. When I picked up the paper, his fingers softly touched mine. The heat of his gaze said clearly that he had not forgotten a single moan of that night.
I accepted the paper with both hands, but instead of lowering my eyes like an obedient teacher, I lifted my chin and met his gaze. With a shameless smile, I said softly, “Sir, this is only because of your kindness. Otherwise, a mere teacher like me never had the status for such favour.”
After listening to me, Malhotra Sir studied my face carefully. A smile spread across his lips. He said, “It seems you are taunting me now.”
I lowered my gaze for a moment, then slowly looked at him. With a naughty smile, I bit my lower lip and said, “Sir, why should I taunt you? I want to thank you.”
He smiled after listening to me and said, “You look different today. I’ve always seen you in a saree. But in this suit, you are killing me.”
I leaned forward slightly, letting my dupatta slip just enough to hint at my cleavage. My lips curled into a teasing smile as I replied, “Sir, you still haven’t seen me in every form.” My voice dropped lower, sultry and deliberate, an invitation he couldn’t ignore.
Hearing my words, his eyes sparkled with hunger. I noticed his breathing grow heavier. One of his hands slipped discreetly to his pants, adjusting the bulge that was already straining against the fabric.
If we weren’t inside the secretariat chamber, he would have grabbed my waist, bent me over his desk, and rammed his cock into my pussy, fucking me senseless right there.
I turned slightly, smiling as I teased, “Sir, I still want to thank you once more for that unforgettable performance you gave me that night.”
In the meantime, the phone which was on his desk got a call. While he was talking to someone, I got up from the chair and walked around in his cabin. I was looking at him with such a sharp gaze that he was not able to take his eyes off me. His focus was not on the call but on me.
He was saying sorry, Sir, repeatedly. It seemed as if it were a call from some minister, and he was not able to constrain his words. When he finished talking, he was drenched in sweat. I felt some pressure. I enjoyed the peace I felt seeing the tension on Malhotra’s face.
I said to him in a teasing manner, “Sir, it seems you are very busy. I should leave. Maybe I could not thank you properly today.”
His face had already softened, and the way his eyes were on me made it clear he was enjoying my presence. But just then his phone rang. The sudden interruption cut through the moment, leaving him restless while he attended the call.
When he finally looked up, I could see disappointment on his face, as if something had slipped away. I smiled lightly and said in a teasing tone,
“Sir, if you wish, we can always meet later, too. You know, thanking you properly still feels like a burden on me.”
He quickly raised his hand as if to stop me and said with a faint smile,
“There is nothing like that. I am not busy. It was just a call from the minister, Sir. We have a meeting in one hour, so I’m a little tense.”
I gave him a naughty smile and said, “Sir, you’ve removed such a big tension of mine. So can’t I remove your small tension too?”
For a moment, his eyes widened, caught between surprise and curiosity. The seriousness on his face loosened, and though he tried to hide it. I could sense the thought in his mind.
He blurted out in frustration, “That fucking minister had to dump a meeting on me right now of all times.”
I leaned closer with curious eyes, “What happened, Sir?”
His gaze flicked to me, then softening into something heavier, hungrier. For a moment, he seemed to forget his irritation. He muttered, “Meeting in an hour, preparations pending, presentation still not ready. Fuck this minister.”
The way his eyes on me told a different story. That contrast made me smile inside. He was tense about work, but his eyes were saying I want you fucking right now.
After understanding his situation, I smiled and said, “Sir, you will not be able to focus on work like this. You need to relax a bit. And I know very well how to relax you.”
He looked at me with hesitation and whispered, “Right now?”
I tilted my head, gave a wicked smile, and replied, “So what’s the problem?”
His eyes darted toward the walls, almost nervously. “It’s too risky here, Payal ji. This is the chamber. What if someone knows?”
I laughed softly, my voice full of mischief. “I’m a woman, and I’m not scared. But you are a man, are you not? Fine then, let me go. Your minister must be waiting.”
I turned toward the door, but before I could touch the handle, his hand gripped mine firmly. Pulling me back, he looked deep into my eyes and muttered,
“The minister has gone to fuck. Now it’s my turn.”
In one swift move, he locked the door, pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, and placed it over the camera.
He came close, he pulling me tight against him. His lips were on mine, and in an instant, I was in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue explored my mouth with such hunger that it felt like he wanted to devour me raw.
The thrill shot through my body, kissing a senior officer right inside the secretariat chamber. My heart raced from the fear of being caught, but at the same time, a strange excitement pulsed inside me. I was trembling, yet enjoying every second of it.
When our lips finally broke apart, I caught my breath and teased with a sly smile, “Sir, you look so good when you’re this masculine. But just a while ago, watching you like a scared little cat in front of that minister. I didn’t like that side of you.”
He cupped my face and said, “You’re telling the truth, my darling. If I get a hot, sexy teacher like you, then to hell with the minister.”
I smiled playfully, put my hands on his chest, and pushed him back into the chair. For a moment, he looked surprised. Then he grinned as I stood over him, my dupatta slipping from my shoulder.
“Sir,” I whispered, my hair brushing against his face, “you think only you can be in charge? Today I’ll show you what your hot teacher can do.”
His eyes opened wide as I slowly sat on his lap, one leg on each side. Holding the chair arms, I moved my hips against him, feeling his hardness over my thin churidar.
He let out a soft moan and tried to hold my waist, but I caught his hands and pressed them down on the chair. “Not so fast, Sir,” I teased, biting my lip. “This time, I’m the one in control.”
For a second, I saw a little hesitation on his face, like he was not sure what to do. But I didn’t let him think much. I tied my hair back, looked into his eyes, and slowly went down on my knees in front of his chair.
I touched the bulge in his pants and said, “Sir, it’s feeling so hard. How can you focus on work with this. You relax, I will take care of you.”
Without another word, I leaned closer, my fingers slipping to his waist. I unhooked the clip of his pants and pulled down the zipper, my eyes never leaving his face. The surprise in his expression only made me smile wickedly.
I slid my hand inside, wrapped my fingers around his thick cock, and pulled it free. It was already stiff and throbbing in my grip. Without wasting a second, I bent forward, let my tongue trace the length of his shaft, and then wrapped my lips around the head.
He froze, staring down at me in shock and hunger. Meeting his eyes deliberately, I gave a mischievous smile and sank my mouth deeper onto his cock, sucking him slowly and hard.
His breath caught in his throat the moment my lips closed around him. The chamber that just moments ago echoed with his minister’s call now filled with the wet, obscene sound of my sucking.
“Fuck Payal,” he whispered hoarsely, his hand instinctively gripping the armrest of the chair, then my hair.
I kept my eyes locked on his, my tongue swirling around the swollen head, dragging slowly down his shaft and then pulling it back into my mouth with a wet slurp. Every time I pushed him deeper, his hips twitched, his control slipping.
The thrill of being on my knees, between his legs, in his official cabin with the door locked and camera covered, made my pussy throb with heat. I tightened my lips and let him slide down my throat, gagging lightly but never pulling away.
His fingers curled tighter in my hair as he groaned, “Ah, you slut. You’ll make me lose it right here in the office.”
I pulled back just enough to lick the underside of his cock, then looked up at him with a wicked grin, my lips shiny with his precum.
“Then give it to me, Sir,” I whispered, stroking him with both hands before taking him back in, sucking harder, faster, as if milking his power right out of him.
Malhotra Sir was already losing his mind. His thighs tensed under my hands, his grip on my hair turned desperate. He said,
“Payal, fuck… I can’t hold it anymore,” he tried to pull my head away, but I pressed deeper, my throat swallowing his thick cock.
My lipstick was smudged, saliva dripping from my lips onto his balls as I bobbed harder, faster. I wanted him to break.
He looked down at me, sweat beading on his forehead, his face flushed red with lust and panic. Like he knew the minister could call again at any second, like he knew if anyone knocked, they would find their senior officer getting sucked by a married teacher on his own chair. That thought only made me suck harder.
He said with wild eyes. “Ah, you bitch, you’re going to make me cum right here.” his whole body was jerking.
I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, my tongue flicking at the tip, and then he exploded. “Fuck… Payal,” he shouted, trying to muffle his voice.
Hot, thick jets of semen shot into my mouth, filling it so quickly I had no choice but to swallow greedily. Some spilt out, dripping from the corner of my lips down my chin. I moaned as I gulped him down, looking straight into his eyes while his cock twitched helplessly in my mouth.
When I finally pulled off with a loud, wet pop, I licked my lips and wiped the dripping cum with my fingers, sucking it slowly like nectar.
His shirt clinging to his sweaty body, his eyes wild. He looked at me like he couldn’t believe what just happened.
I smiled, still on my knees, “Sir, now tell me, will you ever be able to focus on files after tasting this kind of relief?”
He leaned back in his chair, still panting, his cock slowly softening in his open pants. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Malhotra Sir looked at me and whispered, “Payal, you’re dangerous. If you stay around me, I’ll forget all my duties.”
I smiled knowingly, stood up, and adjusted my dupatta back over my breast. Without saying another word, I turned to leave. I glanced back once. My lips curved in a wicked smile. His eyes were still glued to me.
I licked my lower lip slowly and teased, “Sir, you’re really scared of those ministers, aren’t you?”
His jaw tightened. “I’m not scared of anyone like that,” he said.
I let out a soft laugh, deliberately arching my back so my ass looked even rounder as I reached for the door. Then I looked back at him again, eyes glinting with mischief.
“Really? That’s why you’re sending me out? I know very well, the moment I step outside, you’ll zip up your pants and start following their orders again like a good little boy.”
I knew my words were sinking deep into him, twisting his control. My smile was a dare, a challenge for him to stop me. My tone stayed playful, dripping with mockery, but Malhotra wasn’t fooled. He knew exactly what game I was playing.
Flaunting my curves, swaying my ass, and letting every word roll off my tongue like a promise of sin. The way his eyes roamed shamelessly over my body told me everything. My cleavage spilling out of my suit, the arch of my hips, the mischievous glint in my eyes. It was too much for him.
Malhotra was supposed to be the powerful officer here, but right now, he looked utterly helpless in front of my beauty and my teasing.
So, tell me, will Malhotra really focus on the minister’s important meeting, or will Payal’s curves and naughty smile keep his cock harder?
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