Hello all, sharing the story on behalf of Pallavi.
My name is Pallavi, and I am 44 years old. I had a sexual incident last year in my office, and I wanted to share the incident with you all in this portal. I come from a traditional background in Chennai.
I started my professional life in 2005. I was an investment agent and advisor. I sell investment products for the Post Office and public sector banks. I used to sell their products to retired people in Chennai.
But everything changed during the COVID-19 pandemic. My traditional way of doing business began to fail. I had to quit my independent work and join a small investment brokerage company in Anna Nagar. My company has 5 staff and one security guard.
Most of them used to be away, as we hardly have any client visits at our office. I was underpaid and felt constant pressure from my bosses to sell more policies. I managed a few of my old clients, but it was not enough to make my superiors happy.
One day, my regional manager called me with a special task. He told me that an investor was coming to the branch because his policy had matured. The manager had already shared my phone number. He told me that I must present all our new plans to him.
I did not take the meeting very seriously as I was used to dealing with all kinds of investors. When that person called me, I asked for his policy number. He agreed and told me he would arrive at our branch on Saturday around 3:00 pm.
This made me angry.
Because Saturday was a half-day for us, and I left by 3:00, having to stay back for one person felt like a burden until I opened the portal to check his profile. I was surprised by what I saw in the portal. He had taken out a policy in Hyderabad with a massive annual premium of 300,000 per year.
He had paid consistently for fifteen years. His maturity amount was over 60 lakhs. In my twenty years of experience, I have rarely seen an investor with such a profile. My frustration turned into nervous excitement. I started preparing a perfect presentation to impress him.
On Friday evening, I called him to reconfirm, and he promised he would be at the office at around 3:30 pm. I dressed in a saree and was feeling well-prepared for the meeting. However, the office was unusually empty. Out of our five staff members, three were on leave.
The only other colleague had to leave early for a personal commitment.
Even the security guard left because his wife and child are not well. He requested me to call him when I was finished with the work so that he could return and close the shutter.
It was not a new thing for me to stay alone in the office. Most of the time, our office is empty with no customers. By 2:30 pm, I was all alone in the small office. But today, I was feeling nervous.
Our office is not big, and it’s on the extreme corner on the top floor with a small entrance, a room with laptops, a staff area with an attached washroom, and a training room. The training room is well equipped with a projector and good seats, two wooden tables, two big furniture tables and CCTV.
But CCTV is not functional for private discussions to close deals. Sometimes we intentionally present the open-ended facts to the investors to meet the target. We don’t want to record all the meetings. I was feeling nervous being alone, but then the glass door swung open.
He had arrived early. The room was filled with the scent of his perfume. It would be an expensive perfume. But the fragrance is sexy, which seemed to wrap around me. I looked at him. The strength of his scent made my head spin in a way that I had not expected.
His gaze was intense and heavy, on my boobs. I felt a sudden, sharp heat rush through my body. The way he looked at me was not lust. He is fair, not tall. But he carried an aura of quiet power that made my Pussy got wet with his strong gaze. I lowered my eyes in shyness.
I saw his heavy bulge through his shorts. He came to the office without wearing the underwear. The bulge was huge, and it sent a shock of electricity through my body. He asked if I was Pallavi. I could only nod my head. We reached out to shake hands. Our hands touched.
But I felt a wave of heat surge from my palm straight to my pussy. I felt a sudden wetness between my legs. It was a reaction that I had never experienced in life. I was not able to look at him. I was losing focus on the presentation. The air in the room was filled with his thick scent, and there was a growing tension.
Also, he wasn’t interested in maturity amounts or investment schemes. His eyes were hungry over my 36D boobs, my 32-inch waist, and my 38-inch hips. I felt exposed and worshipped all at once. I found myself swallowing my words. My voice faltered as I realised he was studying every inch of my dusky body.
His gaze was taking me to a different world, and the hidden heat between my legs was consistently burning. I decided to give him the presentation in the training room. I asked him to join the training room. I switched on the projector, the blue light flaming against the walls.
But he wasn’t looking at the screen. I should leave or ask him to go with his unprofessional behaviour. But a hidden part of me was beginning to crave his attention. I leaned against the wall as the presentation began. But he suddenly reached out and clicked the projector off.
He stepped into my space and took my hand. His fingers were slowly and rhythmically rubbing my palm. My breath came in short, ragged breaths. He lifted my hand to his lips. He kissed my wrist before taking my middle finger into his mouth.
He sucked my middle finger and sent a pure vibe through me. It left me completely lost. After a few seconds, I pulled my hand away. My face flushed with a heat, and I couldn’t control it. He looked at me and pulled me towards his body. His warm hands are sliding across my bare waist.
His touch was electric, making my eyes widen as my pulse soared to a dangerous high. He quickly kissed my neck. Then he whispered about how much my husband must enjoy me every night. My breath fastened as his fingers moved to my shoulder and unpinning my saree.
My pallu began to fall from my shoulder. He removed my shoulder pin.
His hands moved from my waist to my back. He hugged me so tight that I could feel his hard dick over my clothes. I was wet and nervous. I understand he wants me now.
But he was teasing me with dirty words that I had never experienced in bed. He whispered, “You have such a beautiful and dusky body, Pallavi,” his breath hot in my ear. “Does your husband even know what he has? Does he taste you every night, or does he leave you hungry like this?”
His words were bold and dirty. I don’t know how to respond, but it was undressing away my last bit of professional dignity. I tried to protest. But I was not sure how to respond, and finally, my voice came out.
Me: I am from a middle-class family with a traditional woman.
He chuckled and moved his hand lower. He was firmly gripping my hip and was squeezing.
He: Traditional women have the most fire inside.
He teased me with his eyes locked onto mine. But he did not stop with this line, and he bit my earlobes and said that.
He: I can see it in your eyes. You are dripping for me, aren’t you?
I was shocked by his words, and I gasped. My face turned a deep shade of red, and again he teased me.
He: You want me to do things to you that your husband hasn’t even dreamed of?
Me: Please… I shouldn’t.
I managed to whisper, but my hands were already resting on his chest.
He: You should, Pallavi! Pallavi, do you want to feel a real man inside you? Do you want me to make you scream in this quiet office?
My heartbeat was racing. He was talking dirty, and at the same time, his teeth were shaving the part of my ear. He licked my earlobes very carefully, and I moaned without my knowledge. The dirty talk was like a drug, making my knees buckle.
He removed the rest of the saree from my waist. I watched and was trembling, as my saree was sliding down and was pooling in a circle on the floor. I stood there in just my petticoat and blouse, feeling more exposed. He did not rush. He was enjoying the sight of my curves.
His eyes were travelling over my dusky skin with a hunger that made my lust burn. He asked me to sit down. I obeyed it. He stepped between my knees.
He: You have been hiding these treasures behind your dress for too long. Your husband is a fool if he does not make you sit like this every night and worship what you have.
His talks were very bad, but they were heating me. His hands moved to the front of my blouse. Uff! My hooks are being undone one by one. Each click felt like a barrier breaking down. He removed my blouse easily.
He did not stop with that and removed my bra. My 36D boobs were finally displayed to him. I should have been ashamed. But the way he looked at my boobs with a dirty gaze made me arch my back toward him. His fingers were moving on my dark nipples. He was making them harden instantly.
He: So heavy and perfect. Do you like it when I talk dirty?
Me: Yes, I moaned. I was lost in his gaze, my hands gripping the arms of the chair as I displayed myself to him.
He: I bet you have been a good, quiet girl.
Me: Yes. Only my hubby saw me like this.
He: You want me to fill you up right here on this chair.
I closed my eyes. My head falls back as I let out a soft moan. The dirty words coming from such a wealthy, sophisticated man acted like a sexy, making the moisture between my legs turn into a flood. I was no longer the professional investment agent; I was a woman consumed by a fire.
My life as a mother and a loyal wife seemed to dissolve. I sat in that chair, my boobs heavy and exposed to his hungry eyes.
Me: You didn’t come here for the sixty lakhs?
He: I came for a payout, but I didn’t realise the treasure would be sitting right here.
He loosened the knot of my lower gown and removed it. Now I was in panties, leaving me completely bare to him. He knelt between my spread knees.
He: Look at you. So wet and ready for me. Does your husband know how much of a slut you are behind this office desk? Does he know his traditional wife is opening up for a man she just met?
Me: He knows nothing. He doesn’t talk to me like you. He does not make me feel this… this dirty. Please, Sir, I don’t care about my husband. I want you to continue.
He moved his tongue slowly by licking my inner thighs. Uff! Aw! I was moaning and rubbing his head,
He: You are a mother of two. And here you are, soaking the seat of your office chair because a rich man called you sweet. You want me to fill you up right here where you sign your contracts, don’t you?
He: Yes. I cried out, my head falling back as I lost all control. Please, I have been waiting twenty years to feel like this. Make me forget everything.
He looked up at me, a terrific shine in his eyes. He removed his shorts. The heavy bulge in his shorts finally pops out, and it’s longer and thicker than my imagination. I was lost after seeing his dick.
He: You are desperate for sex like a cheap whore. Aren’t you?
Me: Yes, Sir.
My head was falling back against the headrest on the chair. “I… I have never felt like a slut,” I whimpered, the honesty of the moment stripping away my pride. “The way you talk to me… it makes me feel so filthy, but I can’t get enough.”
He: That’s because your husband does not see your dusty body.
Further, he moved his index finger inside my wet panties until his finger brushed my pussy lips. Oh! Fuck, his fingers were brushing my cunt lips.
He: Your husband doesn’t know that under that saree is a woman who wants to be used.
He doesn’t know his perfect wife is sitting here naked, begging a stranger to ruin her. Tell me, Pallavi… do you want me to stay professional? Should we go back to talking about sixty lakh maturity?”
Me: “No,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders. Forget the money. I just want to be your toy. Fuck me Sir! Please fuck me.”
He: I am going to make you forget your own name. You will feel me every time you sit at this desk for decades. You are going to be my dusty office slut, Pallavi. Every time you see a client, you will remember how you sat here, totally exposed.
Then he removed my panties and kissed my wet panties. He smelled my panties and said, “Slut! You are so and starving for my dick? You want a real man to take what he wants.”
Me: “Yes,” I cried out, my voice breaking in the silent office. “Take it. Please, just take everything.”
His eyes were burning with a mixture of raw lust and a strange, dark tenderness. The office chair felt like a throne of sin beneath my bare skin. I looked up at him.
My traditional world was completely dissolved into the scent of his skin and the heat of his gaze. He reached down, and his tongue brushed my wet pussy.
My hands were rubbing his hair, and my moans were high. He was licking my cunt slowly and making me moan.
He: You are so beautiful in nude, Pallavi.
Me: I put my palm on his cheek, and I admitted, the words tasting like honey and fire. “Please… don’t be gentle. I want to feel the real man in you.”
He pushed his head and rubbed my pussy with his tongue. It was a rude comment by him. My hands started to rub his hair. My moans were higher with, “Yes, there. Lick there, Sir, my hubby never licked me like that.”
While he is licking my pussy, his hands move up and trace my heavy cups of 36D boobs. Ahh! His thumbs were circling my nipples until I cried out in a mixture of agony and ecstasy. He was sucking hard, and my pussy was wet. Oh! It’s wet all over his face and chair. I never had this in my life.
He: I see every inch of dusky body that has been starved for a real man’s touch. Pallavi! You slut, I am going to worship you.
I pushed him towards my boobs. His lips finally meet the soft, aching curve of my boobs. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was an absolute devotion. He moved with a practised grace. Uff! His mouth was tracing my 36D curves before capturing a nipple that had been hungering for this exact attention.
Every glance of his tongue and every soft, rhythmic pull of his lips felt like a leak. It was a masterpiece of sensation and a perfect licking. My husband had never played with my boobs like him, and I realised what I missed in sex.
I was moaning like desperate for “yes” and “right there” “Yes… just like that”
Then he bit and pulled the nipples that made me wet and leak. Oh! He is the master of sex. My fingers dug into his shoulders, and my nails traced the tension. My moans were even worse.
Me: “Don’t stop, please. My husband never knew how to touch my pussy and boobs. He never cared to learn the way you are. Aww! You’re making me feel like a complete slut. And God, I love it. Suckle me harder. I want to feel your mark on my boobs, a reminder of what a real man’s touch feels like.”
He ate my boobs, and then he captured my mouth. His tongue swept into my mouth and was calming me with a possessive rhythm. Fuck! His kiss was so hot, and our tongues were hot and twisted. As we kissed, he guided my legs over the arms of the chair, opening me completely to him.
Then he broke the kiss and pushed his dick inside my throat. I was taking his dick, but he pushed it too deep into my throat. He was pulling my hair hard and pushing it to my throat. My hands rested around his hip. I was making a slurping sound and took his thick cum in my throat.
My hubby never pushed his dick inside my throat. I swallowed his cum and took it to my throat. His dick is thick, and he did not stop the mouth fucking for some time. Before he took his dick, he cum inside my mouth and not in my throat.
I was in two minds about his cum. Shall I swallow or shall I split it? But he moved me into the doggy position on the furniture toy in the training room. I never thought I would be in this posture on the teapoy where I keep my laptop and documents.
Keeping his cum inside my mouth and posturing in a doggy style, my heart beat is very high because his dick is long and thick.
He: “You are so perfect, and you were made for this. You were made for me to ruin you right here in this office. You want this stranger to fuck from behind?”
Then he spanks my ass cheeks, and with a slow, powerful surge, he pushes his dick straight into my ass hole. That was a surprise for me. That perfect thrust in my ass hole stole the very air from my lungs. With that powerful thrust, I moaned loudly and cum was splinted on the floor.
It was an unbearable pain, and I don’t understand what makes him to fuck my virgin ass when my pussy is wet. I was moaning like a aww, ufff, stop, but he was energised and was playing with me. He was spanking my ass cheeks, he was pulling my ponytail, and his hands were pressing my big boobs.
He was fucking my ass hard, and I could hear the thap and thap sound in the room. He dropped the huge cum in my ass hole and finally stopped after fucking it for some time. But he did not stop with the ass fuck. As soon as he pulled out his dick from my ass, he rubbed his dick on my ass cheeks.
A few of the portion of the cum was dropped on my ass cheeks too. His cum is hot, and I felt thick too. After some time, cum was pouring down from my ass hole to my leg. Then he wiped out the cum on my ass cheeks, ass hole and legs with my panties.
He also cleaned his dick in the training room with a glass of water. Later, he wiped my ass and his dick with my bra. We had 5 minutes of rest and then picked up my pants from the floor. He did not allow me to wear my undergarments and made me lie on the furniture table.
I was nervous, and I understand he wants to do it one more time. I said no to him, but he kissed my forehead and started to rub my pussy with his index finger.
He: “You have been a good woman for so long.”
His hands moved with a rough and romantic urgency as he spread my legs wider. “But right now, you are going to be mine. Your pussy will be fucked now”
The story will be continued in the next part, about how he fucked in the office and outside of the office. Also, he fucked me with his friend and helped me with a high network client.
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