My words really got to Malhotra. He suddenly stood up, pulled me close, and grabbed my boobs, squeezing them hard like he’d been hungry for them all this time. I gasped when his thumbs pressed over my nipples through my tight churidar suit, making them stiffen under his rough touch.
His pants had already slid down to his thighs. His cock was hanging heavy and hard, pressing against my stomach. I laughed softly, teasing him, and whispered near his ear, “Sir, I already relaxed you once; isn’t that enough? Don’t forget, you still have that meeting with your minister.”
His grip only got rougher as he growled in a low, lust-filled voice, “Let the minister handle his own mess. I’m going to fuck you now, you dirty bitch.”
I put my hand on his shoulder and pushed lightly, still smiling. “Sir, I was just joking. You should focus on your important meeting. What if Minister Sir takes away your position?”
He grabbed the back of my neck, holding me steady as he stared straight into my eyes. “Ministers are fools. They can’t take a single decision without us.”
I slid my finger slowly down his chest, playing with him, and let it wander over his stomach before brushing near his cock. Smiling, I whispered, “But, Sir, they still hold power just like you.”
He smirked, full of confidence, then leaned in and kissed my cheek. “My love, why are you worrying about me? I’ll handle them.”
I moved closer, brushing my lips over his in a slow, soft kiss before whispering against his mouth, “Sir, I like you too much. I don’t want your position to suffer because, without it, where else would you get the chance to pin down a married teacher like me and fuck her senseless?”
My words brought a sly smile to Malhotra’s face. He leaned closer and said, his voice low and rough, “My love, you’re right every word of yours.”
I tilted my head, teasing him with a naughty grin. “But, Sir, I know very well. You still have to obey those ministers’ orders, don’t you?”
I moved closer, my lips brushing the corner of his mouth as my warm breath fanned over his face. My eyes locked with his while I whispered, “Do you know why I gave myself to you? Because you had power. And do you know why I like you? Because you conquered me with that very power.”
He smiled, eyes burning with hunger as he said, “Payal, this is what I like most about you. I have never met a woman as bold and positive as you.”
I slid my arms around his neck, pulling him tight against my chest, my breasts flattening against his bare skin through the thin fabric of my churidar. My lips brushed his ear. I whispered, “Sir, I see a powerful man in you, a real man. And I can’t bear to watch that same man turn into some minister’s scared little pet.”
Hearing my words, he suddenly fisted a handful of my hair, yanking my head back and glaring into my eyes with raw dominance. “Today, I will show you just how powerful your man really is,” he growled.
I bit at his lips in defiance, then slipped back with a wicked smile. Slowly, I sank between his legs, my knees pressing into the floor. Without hesitation, I wrapped my fingers around his cock and slid my mouth over it, sucking him deep and wet.
In moments, his thick shaft was swelling hard again, twitching on my tongue. I bobbed faster, smearing my lipstick and drooling down his length until he was standing fully erect once more.
I pulled his cock out, stroking it right in front of his eyes as I looked up at him. “This… this is the cock of a real man,” I said breathlessly. “And just because I let you dominate me from the front doesn’t mean I’m some cheap whore.”
My eyes glistened with emotion as I leaned closer, my voice softer but laced with heat. “You claimed me in just one night, Sir. You made me yours. And now, I only want to make you even more powerful.”
Hearing my words, Malhotra pulled me up and crashed his lips onto mine, kissing me deep and hungry. When he finally broke the kiss, his voice was low and firm, “I promise you, Payal. I’ll become even more powerful, just for you.”
I smiled faintly, but inside my mind I was laughing, “You dumbass, you don’t even know. I will make you my powerless dog.”
I smiled and whispered, “Alright then, Sir, show me your manhood.”
He spun me around and bent me over the desk in one brutal motion. My churidar was ripped down to my knees, and my panties were dragged with it. He mounted me like a starving beast, forcing me flat across the wood.
Without warning, he slammed into me. One hard, brutal thrust that split me open. A sharp cry tore from my throat as he buried himself to the hilt, then pulled out and drove back in, hips crashing against my ass. His hands locked on my waist, “This is my power, feel it inside you,” he groaned, each word a claim.
The desk rattled under us as he fucked me hard and fast. Every stroke sent my breasts slapping the wood, my nails digging into scattered files while his cock hammered me deeper and harder.
He grabbed a fist of my hair, yanking my head back so my moans spilt out, then drove again, relentless. “Sir, you’re fucking me so hard, like you want to tear me open.” I cried, voice trembling.
“That’s right,” he hissed against my neck, teeth grazing my skin. “I will tear you until you can’t walk straight. You begged for my power, now take all of it.”
His hand came down on my ass with a loud smack, the sting sharpening the heat in my pussy as he shoved even further inside. I bucked, juices leaking down my thighs, and tasted the rawness of it all.
“You are making me your slut,” I moaned, fingers clawing at the desk.
“Not just a slut,” he snarled, pounding, voice rough. “You are mine, my bitch. My cock is the only power you need.”
The room filled with the obscene sounds of fucking. While he drove me toward the edge. He spun me upright, lifting me to face him; I slipped a foot free, kicking my churidar and panties down in one quick move. He smiled like a predator and, without pausing, set me across the desk again, legs spread.
His shirt came open in a flash as he yanked at the buttons, chest glistening with sweat. He forced my thighs apart, spread wide across the desk. Without pause, he rammed into me again, his cock slamming deep with brutal force.
“Fuck, Sir,” I screamed, my nails scraping wood as my whole body jolted forward.
He gripped my hips tighter, pounding harder, every thrust making my breasts bounce, it’s shown on my cleavage, and my pussy gushes. His voice came ragged against my ear, “You feel that, Payal? That’s power. My cock owns you now.”
“Yes, Sir… fuck me harder… fill me,” I begged shamelessly, my legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his back.
He groaned and drove faster, hips smacking into my ass with lewd, wet sounds. “Remember again, you are my bitch, my little teacher slut. Moaning on my desk like a whore.”
“Yes, Sir, I am your slut,” I cried out, tears of pleasure streaking my cheeks as he speared me deeper. “Just don’t stop, please don’t stop!”
His breath turned into harsh growls, his body shaking as his cock swelled inside me. Then with one savage thrust, he bent me flat against the desk. His chest crushing mine, and with a strangled groan, he erupted thick, hot ropes of cum spilling deep into my pussy.
“Take it, Payal. Take all of it,” he snarled through clenched teeth, jerking inside me until every drop was pumped into me.
I quivered beneath him, legs trembling as his cock throbbed and twitched, coating my insides with heat. My pussy clenched desperately around him, milking him dry while my own orgasm ripped through me, leaving me moaning into the desk.
When his body finally sagged against mine, sticky and spent. He pressed his forehead to my back, panting hard. His voice came low and dangerous, “Remember this price, Payal. This is what it costs to play with my power.”
I lay there trembling, breath ragged, the desk creaking beneath us, my thighs slick with his cum. When I heard Malhotra’s words, I understood. He was dangerous, too strong for me to fight. I could never control him. Instead, I was only going to become his slut, bent and used by his cock whenever he wished.
Still, my body gave in. No boyfriend had ever fucked me like this, not even my husband had the power Malhotra showed. The way he took me, the way he owned me. It was rough, dirty, and wild. Yet my pussy wanted even more.
In a low voice, I finally nodded and whispered, “Sir, I accept you. I accept your power. You did not earn this position for nothing. You know exactly how to handle women like me.”
His hand clamped hard around my neck, forcing my head back as he snarled, “Now you understand, slut? From the moment you walked in, you’ve been teasing me. Did you really think your pussy could make me bow? Women like you have been warming my bed for years. If I want, I can throw you out of this job in a second. So don’t you dare act clever in front of me again.”
I choked and said, “Sir, what else could I do? You broke my spirit the moment you told me that one night with you would change everything. I never imagined that I would have to cheat on my husband like this. I have worked so hard for this job, with honesty and dignity and now look at me.”
Tears rolled down my face, and I gasped, “As long as powerful men like you sit in these chairs, women like me will always be your whores, bent over, spreading their legs and begging for your cock.”
He sneered, his voice dripping with cruelty. “Stop crying, whore. I know exactly what you are, a filthy slut. Now that you’ve been caught, you are just putting on an act.”
His words stabbed straight into me, making my stomach knot. A cold shiver ran down my body as the truth hit me; I had been reckless. Thinking I was clever, I had walked right into his trap. I should’ve taken the transfer order and run, but instead I stayed and spread my legs for him.
Now I was ruined fucked raw, dripping with his cum, caught red-handed, and trapped under his power. My body still throbbed from his cock, but my mind was drowning in fear. Malhotra wasn’t finished with me, and God only knew what else this dangerous man might force me to do.
I dropped all pride and begged in front of him, voice trembling, “Sir, it’s not like you think. I am truly starting to like you. I don’t even know why I’m doing this, but ever since your cock fucked me, nothing else satisfies me anymore. I can’t live without it now.”
My desperate confession made a slow smile spread across his face. He picked up my transfer order, waved it casually, and said, “Alright then, Mrs Payal. If that’s the case, I will cancel this order. In fact, I will shift you right here, in this city. You already know the way to my guest house. Whenever I call, you will dress up nicely and come ready to fuck me. Understood?”
Hearing his words, fear knotted in my breast. I stammered, “No, Sir, please, I want to stay with my husband. If I don’t go to his city, my marriage, my whole life will be ruined.”
Malhotra chuckled darkly, leaning back in his chair. “You are a damn good actress, Payal. Forget teaching, you should be in films.”
Tears stung my eyes. I fell to my knees and clutched at his feet, sobbing.
“Please, Sir, forgive me. I swear, it won’t happen again. I will never make such a mistake.”
And in that moment, the truth sank in deep. I had learned the hard way that no woman should ever challenge a man as powerful as Malhotra.
He looked down at me with a cruel smile and said, “Get up, you bitch. You think I will forgive you just because you’re crying at my feet? If you want mercy, you have to earn it the only way you know, on your knees, with my cock down your throat.”
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a husky growl. “Your husband can keep your name, Payal. But your body? That belongs to me now. You will be ready for me when I call, you moan my name when I fuck you, and you will swallow every drop I give you. That’s the real price of forgiveness.”
My heart raced, shame burning through me even as a dark, I realised then, I wasn’t escaping Malhotra. Not today, not ever.
He smirked and barked, “Why are you staring at me, whore? Get down and clean my cock with your tongue. Make it shine and get me ready. I’ve got a meeting with that idiot minister. If it were not for this meeting, I would spend the whole day teaching you your real place. Consider yourself lucky, slut.”
I froze for a second, but his sudden roar made me flinch. I had no choice. Like a trained whore, I lowered my head between his thighs and licked him clean, tasting my own juices mixed with his cum as I dragged my tongue along every inch of his shaft.
He groaned in approval while I sucked and lapped at him until his cock was slick and spotless. When I finished, I pulled out my dupatta and wiped the sweat from his chest and face like a submissive wife tending to her master. He buttoned up his shirt, adjusted himself, and stood tall, completely ready.
I quietly slipped my panties and churidar back on, eyes lowered, heart pounding. Grabbing the transfer order from the desk. I walked out in silence, every step heavy with the shame and filth he’d left on me. I walked out of the Secretariat.
I immediately called my husband, my voice trembling with forced excitement. I told him I had the transfer order in my hand. That soon, we would finally be together. He was overjoyed, his happiness spilling into my ear.
But how could he ever know the truth that to get this paper, I had been forced to fucked and become an officer’s whore?
For days afterwards, one thought kept haunting me: What if Malhotra called me again? The fear clung to me, the dread that at any moment, he could summon me back to his guest house. But the call never came.
Maybe he had forgotten me, or maybe I was just one in a long line of teachers and women he used, discarded, and replaced without a second thought.
The new term started, and I moved to my husband’s city. Outwardly, my married life became perfect. Smiles, routine, togetherness. It all looked right. But deep inside, the ghost of Malhotra’s cock still lived inside me.
Even now, whenever the memory strikes, I grow restless. I saved my job and my household by selling my body, by becoming a man’s slut behind closed doors. My husband will never know the truth.
And yet, whenever he fails to satisfy me in bed, whenever his weak thrusts leave me aching and unfulfilled, my mind betrays me. I see Malhotra again, his brutal strength, his cock pounding me raw, his voice growling in my ear as he claimed me.
Those nights return to me in flashes, and my body still aches for him, still burns for that forbidden fuck I can never escape.
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