It was my first week at the training office. We handled Excel, Word, and similar things for arts students in their final year. That day I was sent for a pilot class to a college.
The session went smoothly. Students said my teaching was clear. I came back and waited outside the office, a little proud, a little tired.
That’s when she came. A girl. Slim, fair, sharp eyes. “Sir, I’m Neha,” she said. “I need your number.”
I blinked. “Why?”
“I work part-time. Stuck on a formula in Excel. Please.”
Our policy was strict. No numbers. But she stood there, hopeful, almost pleading. The main reason I gave… It’s hard to get a number from a girl. And a girl this cute. Hot.
“Fine. But only for work.” I say.
She smiled. “I’ll call you after college.”
At 7:30, my phone buzzed. Her voice on the line, light, urgent. “Sir, Neha.”
“Without seeing, I can’t help,” I said.
“Then come to my home.”
I hesitated. A moment too long. Then, “Okay.”
I was shocked when I saw my old company boss open the door. He was one of the partners there. He laughed. “Rajesh, it’s you.” He looked happy to see me. “I thought it was some other Rajesh.” He said, and then he shouted for Neha upstairs. I went up.
Her room was pink everywhere. But all I saw was her. That strap top clung to her, stopping at her navel. Soft skin showed, a line of her stomach I couldn’t look away from. Her shorts sat low, almost slipping. My chest felt tight, heat rising fast.
She moved, hair falling across her shoulder, and I caught the curve of her side. I stopped at the doorway. She caught me staring. “Sir, do I look weird?” she asked.
I cleared my throat. “No. Just…”
She pulled a chair from the side. I dropped down quickly. A sharp pinch shot up my arm. A pin sticking out of the backrest had scratched me.
“Sorry!” She jumped, her voice sharp. She called someone downstairs for a first aid box. I shook my head. “It’s fine.”
“Let’s work,” I said.
“Wait, Sir. First aid. First”
The box came. She leaned in, cotton pressing my arm. Her hair brushed over my arms, soft, tickling, then she pushed it back with quick fingers.
The loose strap slipped when she bent. My eyes slipped. Between the loose edge of her top, a small curve, the shape was hidden, but there. A flash I shouldn’t see. My chest tightened. “That’s it?” she said.
“Yeah,” I whispered, eyes snapping back to the screen. I forced myself into the error again, though the numbers blurred.
The formula error was simple. Parentheses mismatched. I showed her, step by step. She leaned back, frustrated, tapping the desk.
“Fuck… this Excel,” she muttered, lips tight.
I smiled faintly, shaking my head. “Not Excel. Us. We miss the small thing.”
Her laugh was low, quick. Then she said, “Sir, help me finish this work.”
Her voice was small, but firm. I almost said no. The word sat on my tongue. But… I nodded. “Yes.” Two reasons. For her father’s sake. And for… What I’d just seen. What I shouldn’t have seen.
A secret. My eyes caught what I had no right to. It had its own taste. Sharp. Dangerous. Addictive.
I asked for the task and finished it in a few minutes. She leaned in, checked the sheet. Shock in her eyes. “This soon?” Then a grin. “Wow… super, Sir.”
She jumped from her chair, too fast. The loose strap of her top caught on the sharp pin. Fabric pulled, slipped down her chest.
For a second—too bare. The secret glance I had earlier… now right in front of me. My breath stuck. I turned away quickly, heat crawling up my neck.
A rustle. She fixed herself, voice small. “Sir… It’s fine now.”
After that day, she sent me small things—jokes, forwards, nothing more. I never reminded her. Didn’t want it awkward. Weeks passed. A month, maybe. Then one evening she called. Said it was her birthday. Asked me to come. I went. Her house is full of people, laughter spilling everywhere. Music, lights, noise.
Drinks on the table. I don’t drink much, almost never. But that night, I took an extra glass. She came close. Her breath was warm, heavy with drink. She wore a long gown, silk that clung to her body. The neckline cut deep, a V that showed the soft swell of her chest. Straps are thin, almost slipping.
“Sir… stay till the end,” she slurred, lips wet. “One… small error to fix. Please.”
I should’ve said no. But my mouth said, “Okay.” She smiled. Nodded. Turned away. Her back is bare. The gown dipped low, so low it stopped just above her hips. Only two thin straps crossed, holding it all together. Her skin was glowing in the lights.
I froze, watching her walk. The curve of her back. The sway of her hips. My chest tightened. My mind dragged me back to that first day in her room. And now… this was more.
The party ended. People drifted out, one by one. Even her parents were gone from sight.
She came to me. “Come, Sir.”
“This late?” I muttered.
“Come.” Her voice firmer.
We entered her room. I moved toward the chair, but she stopped me. “Wait.” She pointed at the bed. “The chair might hurt you again. Sit here.”
I hesitated, then sat. “Neha—”
She lifted a hand. “Wait. I’ll bring water.”
She returned with a bottle. Then she slid the latch. I froze. She caught my look. “Shhh…” Her finger pressed to her lips. “I introduced my aunt, right?”
I nodded.
“If she knew a guy was in my room… she’d make a fucking scene. So… silence.”
My throat went dry. She turned off the main light. The room sank into darkness.
“Neha…” I called, low. A soft glow filled the room. She smiled faintly, almost shyly. “It’s my night light.”
The pink washed over her skin, turning it warm, unreal. She wasn’t the same girl I met at her desk. In this light, she looked. Softer. Dangerous.
She comes close. “Sir… you remember me? Or my boobs?”
My throat tightens. “I… I—”
She laughs, pushes her strap aside. My eyes freeze.
“Neha… please,” I whisper.
“What? You’ll lose it? You’ll fuck me?” Her tone was sharp, teasing.
I shake my head. “I control myself. But not with this. Not this close.”
“So you will bang me,” she says, smiling.
Her gown slides down, slow, till only panties. She leans on the wall. I stand. My cock is hard, pressing against my pants.
“Take it off,” she says, steady.
I strip fast, clothes on the floor. She looks me up and down. She smiles. “Already ready. Hard for me.”
I stare as she slides her panties down. Her pussy, unshaved. She touches herself, casual, bold. “I don’t like to shave,” she says, fingers brushing her slit. “Here.”
My breath stumbles. She turns and walks to the cupboard. The sway of her hips makes my cock twitch harder. She takes out a small box, grinning as she holds it up.
“You know this?” She opens it and pulls the sleek toy out. “My vibrator. Makes me cum. I use it a lot.” Her eyes drop to my cock. She bites her lip. “But… are you better than this?”
My chest tightens, and I step closer. “Always. Nothing beats real. Nothing.”
She steps in and drops the box on the bed. “Freeze,” she whispers. “Don’t move.”
Her boobs brush, warm, soft. I feel the press against my chest. Her hand wraps my balls, presses lightly. I shiver, almost shake.
“Freeze,” she whispers, eyes locked on mine. My cock twitches hard in her grip. Her voice drops, soft and husky. “Mmm… so hard…”
Her eyes’ pupils were dark, a slow, teasing smile curling her lips. She bites her bottom lip. I feel her shiver, tiny tremors running through her, breath hitching in a soft, wet moan.
“…my pussy’s already wet for you, Rajesh,” she murmurs, voice low.
I flinch at my name. She catches it, smirk teasing. “I said only to freeze. Didn’t say don’t talk.”
I swallow, voice rough. “Call me whatever you like, Neha.”
Her grin curves wickedly. “Thirsty zaddy.”
“Zaddy?” I blink. “Damn… I’m that old?”
She laughs. “Fits you. Big… in charge.”
I nod. “Then you’re my baddie.”
Her hand squeezes harder, playful, dirty. “Snack or meal?”
“You?” My voice is rough. “The Whole meal. But I’ll still eat you like a snack.”
Her lips twitch, eyes shining. “That your rizz?”
I grin, leaning close, lips almost brushing hers. “We keeping score… or we fucking?”
She moves to the table, bends forward, and her hands are pressed on it. I step closer. She glances back, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “Start with this,” I whisper.
Her laugh is soft, breath quick. I grab her hips, pull her closer. I push my cock inside her pussy slowly. She gasps, a low moan escaping.
She arches into me, hips rolling with mine. “Right there… oh, yes, just like that,” she gasps. I keep rocking against her and say, “You feel so good…”
She bites her lip, teasing. “You mean me… or my pussy?”
I groan. “Honestly? Both. But my cock’s obsessed with your pussy.”
“Yasss, Zaddy, that’s what I wanna hear.” Her fingers clutch the table hard.
I lean closer. “You ready for me to go harder?”
“Always… don’t hold back.” She laughs, breath quick, teasing. “Fuck me harder, Zaddy.”
I push back inside her, harder. Her moans rise, filling the room, mixing with the slap of our bodies.
“That’s it… yes… omg, don’t stop!” she pants.
I bite my lip. “You like that, huh?”
“Yes… harder… right there… don’t hold back… I want it all…”
“Baddie, you sure? No condom?” I tease.
She gasps, playful and raw. “Fuck… don’t make me pregnant.”
“I can hold…” I murmur, but she moves, my cock slipping out of her wet, warm pussy.
“Shit, Zaddy… you feel so good,” she whispers, leaning back, eyes half-lidded, and a teasing smile playing on her lips. I freeze for a second, confused by her movement.
“Relax… you can continue,” she murmurs, patting my thigh.
“I’m at my peak… I may release soon,” I groan, voice tight.
She wraps her hand around my cock. “I don’t do blowjobs,” she says with a smirk, stroking me firmly. The tension snaps. My body shudders. I spill, we together in the bathroom, hearts hammering. Skin slick, flushed.
She presses her forehead to mine, whispering, voice low and trembling, “Damn… you feel unreal.”
I try to respond. “You… you’re—” My words break. Can’t finish.
She asks, breathless, “What’s Next?”
I glance at a dress hanger nearby. Her eyes follow mine. “What’re you planning?”
I grin, shaking my head, and say, “Just… hold still.” I back her gently against the wall.
I lift her, holding her legs firm. She hangs in the air. I press between her legs, cock nudging her pussy. She gasps, fingers gripping the rod tight. My movements make her shake, her body bouncing against mine.
Her voice catches, soft and shaky. “Zaddy… this feels different.”
“Different how?”
She shivers, eyes half-closed. “I… I don’t know… electric… like you’re everywhere… and I can’t stay still.”
I lean closer, voice low, rough. “Yeah… you like it, don’t you?”
Her lips part, a soft moan escaping. “Promise me… You won’t stop.”
“Never. Not for a second,” I murmur, pressing my forehead to hers.
Her breath catches, body trembling. She shifts, hips pressing, and gasps, “Stop… stop… I—”
I don’t. I keep her close, rocking slowly, feeling every shiver run through her. She whispers, shaky, “Let me down…” I smirk, hands firm. “Not yet.”
“Fuck, Zaddy… don’t just grind me—let me feel you… now!”
I grin, finally letting her feet touch the floor. “What now?” I ask.
She bites her lip, flushed, eyes dark. “I want to enjoy… you. All of you.”
“Lie down,” she whispers, voice low and sultry.
“Here?” I ask, breath catching.
She bites her lip, presses closer. “We’re too wet… can’t do it in bed.”
Her hands grip my chest as she straddles me. Hips roll slowly, teasing. Her hair falls around her face, lips parting in soft gasps. “Feel that, Zaddy? All of me… just for you.”
I groan, hands gripping her hips. “Fuck… you drive me crazy.”
She smirks, grinding harder. “Want me to stop?”
“Never,” I hiss, pulling her closer. “I need all of you.”
I’ve been with girls before… younger, older, even pornstars. Each one was… different. But this… this is nothing like them. Every inch of her, every gasp, every shiver feels new, electric, alive in a way I’ve never known.
She smirks, grinding harder, hips pressing against me. “Your cock… feels so good… inside me… God, I can’t… I’m so close…”
I tighten my hold, growling low. “Feels good, huh?”
Her hands clutch my shoulders, body trembling. “Yes… so full… every inch… God, I can’t… I’m gonna…”
I let her feel me completely, holding her steady. “Then… let go… ride me.”
Her moans get louder, mingling with mine as she rocks against me. She shudders above me. Her release floods me. I feel her limbs tightening, soft cries escaping her lips. Her hair falls over my chest, damp, clinging. Her eyes half-lidded, she whispers, “Zaddy… fuck…”
The next day, her call comes. I answer, and her voice is low, husky. “I told my father to hire you… as a mentor. For everyone… to guide Excel.”
“Just for that?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
She laughs, slow and teasing. “You’ll be hired… with three times the pay you get now. And… you have to… mine.”
Her words make me pause. That husky tone, that teasing edge… I can hear the smile in her voice. My pulse jumps.
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