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The next couple of days passed quietly and uneventfully for Pooja and her office. Mitesh, maybe with false confidence and swagger, had tried proposing sex to Pooja again. But she scared him into meek submission with a well-rehearsed speech and a patented look, one given to many like him before.
It was another routine morning when an email pinged in her inbox from her boss, Mr. Kumar, stating, “Come to my office. Urgent business to be discussed.”
She took off immediately, her high heels clacking across the office floor. As she entered the office, a familiar silhouette sat in the office chair across from Mr. Kumar.
A jolt of electricity travelled through Pooja’s body as the massive Arpit stood up and turned to face her with a smile. “Good morning, Ms. Pooja. Isn’t it just lovely to see you again?” He said.
She took his hand in a firm handshake. “Yes, it is,” she continued. “If you are here, that means you have come with the outcome of our meeting.” Saying it with a confident, matter-of-fact tone.
“Indeed, Ms. Pooja. Mr. Kumar and I were discussing it. We will create a new company through the merger, and I want you to be its CEO,” said Arpit in a more direct matter, perhaps signalling a subtle change in power dynamics.
Pooja quietly nodded, “Thank you. Can’t wait to get to work.”
Arpit responded, “Not so soon, Ms. Pooja. Lawyers are finalising the final details, and paperwork is being prepared. We will announce all of this formally tomorrow. However, tonight, I am hosting a small celebration for all the important participants. Your presence is requested.”
With that, he gave her a small, intricate box. He wished both Mr Kumar and Pooja a good day and walked out. After receiving congratulations from Mr. Kumar, she walked back to her office with the gift. She was elated, having received that fantastic news.
All her years of hard work (and occasional leg spreading) finally came to fruition. Pooja sat down in her office and placed the box on her glass desk. She opened it to find a neatly handwritten invitation to the party detailing the time and venue.
When she lifted it further, it revealed the gift inside. A shiny butt plug and a bottle of lube. Pooja’s body tingled with excitement and anticipation. Pooja reached home and began to get ready. If Arpit was going to challenge her, she was going to be more than ready to meet it.
She carefully waxed her skin, lotioned her immaculate body, and scented it with care. Then, she carefully applied the lube all over the plug and gently inserted it into her tight asshole. The stretching caused her body to experience a wave of pleasure.
She put on a white, figure-hugging dress with a deep, plunging neckline and a high thigh slit. She put on some expensive jewellery and parted her hair to fall in front while the other half was behind her shoulder. When she was ready, she looked and felt like a sexual goddess.
At that moment, her phone rang, and it was a chauffeur who was waiting to take her to the party arranged by Arpit’s company. She got into the luxury car and was driven to the venue. An impressive-looking office building and guided to its rooftop.
She was greeted and congratulated by many people from both companies. Not one person missed the chance to ogle at her. She finally met eyes with Arpit, who quietly acknowledged her powerful presence.
Her night took on a sweeter turn when Mrs Kumar found her and hugged her, congratulating her on achieving her dream. Mrs Kumar also looked every bit the regal woman she was. She was wearing a black silk saree. It draped her curvaceous figure perfectly in a deep-neck, backless blouse.
It was pushing her massive rack together, gold bangles clinking in her right hand. The party continued on the rooftop, and guests slowly began to disperse. Arpit finally made his way to Pooja and led her inside. He placed his hand on her lower back before running it over her ass.
He was feeling the butt plug and looking at her with pure lust. As they walked past many offices, each bigger than the last. Arpit took her to the last and largest one and told her, “Welcome to your new office.”
Pooja walked across the luxuriously carpeted office and looked out of the high glass panels. The city sprawled in front of her, the lights shimmering away. Pooja breathed in deeply and enjoyed her moment.
Enjoying this moment, too, was Arpit, who had walked behind her and trapped her between the glass and himself. Pooja let out a moan as she felt his monster positioning itself on her posterior. He moved her hair to the side and began to kiss her on her neck.
As he sucked on her neck, he dropped the straps of her dress off her shoulders to expose her engorged breasts. He began to knead on her boobs as he unbuckled his pants to let his big dick out. He hiked up the dress and found Pooja’s pussy already wet and dripping.
He inserted his rod from behind into that pussy and began pounding away. Pooja moaned out loud. She was sandwiched between the cold glass and that man, her boobs pressing against the glass. Arpit began to fuck her harder and harder, making Pooja scream like a slut.
As Pooja’s body was rocked by the mountain of the man behind her, his massive dick splitting her, Arpit’s grunts began to become even louder. He was becoming rougher now, spanking away at her ass. He was grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back.
He used that to throw her towards the table and walked towards her, mad lust in his eyes. He picked her up effortlessly and slammed her down on the table. He parted the flesh of her pussy with ease and jackhammering into her.
Pooja continued to moan like a possessed whore. The sultry voice of Mrs. Kumar interrupted the two lovers, “You were right, Pooja. He definitely is a good fuck.”
She sauntered into the room, paying no attention to the pair banging away. She pulled down Arpit’s head to kiss him as his hips continued to thrust into Pooja’s stretched love hole.
Mrs Kumar and Arpit made out with passion as she guided his hands over her massive tits and made him unhook her blouse. Once those breasts spilt out, Arpit stopped and went down to suck on them.
Pooja took the opportunity to slide off the table and give a sloppy blowjob to Arpit. She gargled his ballsack and slurped all over his rod. She deftly used her hands and got Mrs Kumar naked from the waist down.
Arpit and Mrs Kumar locked eyes, a young stud meeting the eyes of the cougar. Arpit, in one swift stroke, parted the hairy pussy of the older woman and began to fuck her mercilessly. He held her from behind the neck, eyes locked and continued to pound into her.
Mrs. Kumar took the fucking like an experienced woman. Her pussy walls gripped the massive cock in a stranglehold every time it entered her flesh. Arpit, who had been thrusting away for quite some time, could not take it any longer. He let out a huge grunt and ejaculated his seed deep into Mrs Kumar’s pussy.
Her pussy milked his cock till its last drop before she let go. He stumbled back, drained, clearly having met his match. Mrs Kumar’s pussy was on fire from the fucking she had gotten. She quickly got Pooja to suck on her clit. She began to work on Pooja’s pussy in the 69 position.
Both women worked their tongues on each other’s pussies, intimately knowing their way. Pooja sucked off Mrs Kumar’s clit. Mrs Kumar was flicking away at Pooja’s clit. Pooja’s skilful sucking proved to be too much for an already close Mrs. Kumar.
She let out a moan of pure pleasure as her orgasm hit her. Pooja kept her mouth over the clit till Mrs. Kumar kept twitching with the intensity of her orgasm. Arpit seemed to have gotten his vigour back from seeing the two beautiful women pleasure each other.
He slowly pulled out the butt plug, exposing the now gaping hole. Before Pooja knew what happened, inside went that massive dick, ramming straight into her asshole. Pooja let out an unholy screech as Arpit began to fuck her ass. Mrs Kumar found her bearings and saw Arpit fucking the ass of Pooja.
She quickly went back to pleasuring her pussy. She flicked away on her clit with her tongue and inserted three fingers into the wet sloppy pussy of Pooja. Pooja was done. She was sandwiched between a man fucking her ass and a woman who was showing no restraint in the speed of the fingering of her pussy.
Pooja was losing her mind. She was garbling incoherent nonsense. Arpit was squatting and destroying her tight little asshole. Mrs Kumar’s fingers were blitzing in and out of her pussy. As the tag team of Arpit and Mrs Kumar fucked Pooja senseless.
Pooja’s screams were only getting louder, and her body was limp. The fingering was not stopping. Pooja was positively squirting. The ass fucking was destroying her senses, and that pace of the two kept going on and on and on.
And then it happened. Pooja’s body finally peaked. She roared out as the best, most powerful orgasm of her life hit her. Her mind went numb. Her eyes rolled, her body quivered, her legs twitched. Her pussy exploded her juices outward as she passed out from the experience of a lifetime.
The feeling of a dick in her ass and fingers in her pussy was the last thing she registered. She came to slowly, her mind still buzzing but slowly gathering her bearings around her. She first saw Mrs Kumar giving a titjob to the massive dick of Arpit.
Only those boobs could disappear that dick between them. But also, many men and women were having sex around her in the office. Some were watching the show, rubbing their dicks and pussies.
Pooja’s head fell back, and she passed out again, smiling, knowing she would have a fun time running this office.
That’s the end of the series. Hope you liked it. Do give your feedback to [email protected].