It was the perfect winter morning for the city, just chilly enough to feel it to offset the warmth of the sun’s rays streaming down. Pooja stood at the entrance of the lobby of her building, a long coat covering her.
She took eight steps to the curb, where on the final step, perfectly timed, a luxury sedan pulled up to pick her up. She sat inside and was greeted by her boss, Mr. Kumar. A 50-something fellow who owned the company that Pooja worked in.
He had built the company from the ground up. It was one of the most reputable and profitable in the city. However, they were going to meet the top company in the city. To propose a partnership, a lucrative deal that would be profitable for both and help grow further.
Mr. Kumar made no secret of the fact when he said, “I hope you are ready, Pooja. It is a big deal, and you know why I am taking you with me.”
Oh, she knew alright. Pooja was no stranger to getting looked at by men. She stood at 5 feet 8 inches. She had a nice square face with a prominent jawline and full, bow-shaped lips. Her long, cascading hair was streaked with a rich caramel colour, and she had spent countless hours in the gym.
Pooja was also smart enough to leverage men’s stupid lust for her gain once she entered the professional world. She was smart, driven and knew how to bring in results. Combined with strategic sleeping with colleagues, juniors, and seniors. The right clients had catapulted her to one of the top positions in the company.
She was one of the few in charge. She may have developed the reputation of being the office whore. But she knew she had just used her gifts to further the results of her hard work.
The car stopped in front of an impressive skyscraper. Mr. Kumar and Pooja walked in and met the assistants at the reception. They guided them towards the meeting rooms on the higher floors of the building. They entered a polished room and saw a man sitting behind the gleaming, wooden round table.
“Good morning, Mr. Kumar and Ms. Pooja, I’m Arpit,” he said in a nice but authoritative voice.
Pooja instantly picked up his vibes. He was certainly going to be influential in securing this deal. She looked at him intently and tried to study him, but he gave away nothing.
He continued, “Mr. Kumar, I know you spoke to my father to set up this meeting, but he is not here. You have brought along someone who I assume is going to do the presentation. Hence, why don’t you step out and wait while I take the meeting?”
He got up to shake hands with Mr. Kumar to signal the change in power and guide him out of the room. Pooja was impressed. He stood tall, maybe 6’4. His suit was impeccably tailored and fit his well-muscled body like a glove. He had a full, thick head of hair, with a few locks curling at the ends.
Pooja’s body tingled with excitement as this man clearly took charge of the room and knew what had to be done. With her boss outside, Pooja removed her long coat and began the presentation. She had dressed to kill. A tight, form-fitting sky blue silk blouse with the top two buttons open.
It offered the hint of her deep cleavage and hugged her upper body. Her black pencil skirt curved over her bottom. It ended somewhere around her mid-thigh. It highlighted her smooth, long legs, wearing some branded, sharp, pointed heels. She knew his eyes were fixated on her body. She had made sure of it.
She completed her presentation with confidence, undeterred by his lustful gaze. When she was done, she turned around to face him. He looked nonchalant and said, “Definitely a good presentation,” eyeing her up and down, “but I don’t really feel this is a good business proposition for us.”
She spoke firmly, “Maybe not revenue-wise immediately, but it helps you expand into localities and sectors that you’ll have yet to explore. I assure you. This will be good for both of us.” She completed her last sentence with a seductive tone, rife with wanton desire.
He got up, unbuttoning his suit on the way, the outline of his manhood just taking shape. He walked over and behind her and said in a whisper in her ear, “Why don’t you go back and show me the proposed ideas. I like to know who I’m getting in business with.”
With that, his hand encircled Pooja’s curvy waist. Gripping her, but not pulling her into him. Pooja got excited by his actions. She knew very few men who exuded power and knew how to use it. She went back to the slides, but it wasn’t about that anymore.
Her bending over had pushed her ass into his crotch and onto his manhood. Pooja felt his dick, slowly grinding on her ass. It was long and thick, even trapped in his pants. He was rubbing on her ass with measured strokes. Dry humping her with a seductive power that was shifting the scales in his favour.
She heard him slowly unzip, and she felt his monster on her posterior. He had hooked the nook of both of her elbows on his big forearm. He was using the other hand to drive up her skirt. Pooja let out a load moan as she finally felt his massive organ touch her round ass.
His dick was riding on her ass crack over the softness of her black, lace panty. She was moving up and down with him, signalling how much she was enjoying the grinding. Her soft trance was broken as the meeting room door flew open. An older woman carrying some papers in her arms walked in.
Pooja could not believe it. Never had she been caught in a compromising position. But the assistant walked right next to her, unbothered. “Mr. Arpit, please sign these papers, and don’t forget that your next meeting is also scheduled.”
She said in an almost factual manner, disregarding that her boss was with his pants down, rubbing up on a hot woman. What surprised her was the casual “Yes!” he had muttered. He continuing to rub himself up and down on her ass as he signed some documents away.
His secretary did not even bother to look at her or him. He humped away at the sexy little thing under his control. When she left and closed the door behind her, Pooja let out a squeal of excitement. Her whole body shivered.
He had deftly moved her panties to the side. The mushroom head of his gigantic cock, teased the entrance of her wet pussy.
“You heard her, Pooja! I was enjoying rubbing up on you. I would have continued for longer till you were begging me to fuck you but I have places to be and things to do so…” he removed the arm supporting her.
He used both his hands to rip open her blouse and let her heavy boobs fall into his waiting, mauling palms. Pooja let out another loud moan as the man behind her expertly caught her boobs in his hands. He began to squeeze them hard and at the same time, thrust his dick right into her fuckhole, with one savage motion.
Pooja could not believe the size and thickness of this man. Her pussy filled up right up to every inch. His thrusts were rapid and powerful. His whole behaviour had made her pussy so wet. His dick had no problem thrusting in and out of her.
Just as every thrust hit the hilt, he squeezed her big boobs at that very moment, making Pooja scream louder. Arpit shoved the full length of his dick into Pooja’s slutty, wet pussy with abandon. He thrust and thrust into her, slamming into her pussy with his massive dick.
Pooja was now loving every second of this fucking. She loved cock and this was one of the best. His powerful thrusts were rocking Pooja’s body. She felt her boobs flying. He had moved his hands to hold her waist. He picked up the pace and intensity of fucking the slut beneath him.
Her boobs continued to bounce up and down as he slammed into her from the back. Arpit began to spank Pooja, each slap harder than the last. His hand imprint slowly became visible on her soft, wheatish texture.
Pooja was bucking like a bitch in heat as Arpit’s massive organ continued to penetrate her. His speed did not even drop for a second as he continued to pump in and out Pooja’s slutty hole. Her stretched-out pussy walls seemed to accommodate him even more.
Every thrust as they milked that fabulous cock every time it touched the very depths of her pussy. Pooja was at the absolute cusp of her climax. Arpit was hitting all the right buttons. His left hand had found its way to back to her left boob and he was squeezing it hard.
His right hand continued to spank away on her ass and he continued fucking her like a man possessed. One final stroke is all it took, and Pooja climaxed harder than ever before. Her body whole rose, quivered, and like a dam breaking loose, her orgasm hit her.
Her whole body shook and she convulsed as the madman continued fucking her. In her haze, all she heard was a loud grunt and that cock stuffed in her pussy. It twitched and began to release its contents.
She was glad to have that table to support her cause. She was completely dependent on it. Arpit’s massive cock let out an even more massive cum streams. For an eternity, it felt like his cock was coating the insides of her with cum, cum and more cum.
He finally pulled out when the twitching stopped, even then the last few drops, he decided to rub on her ass. “Well, that was an excellent presentation. And I will consider you and be in touch with you for further developments.” Said Arpit.
He was slowly pulling up and zipping his pants and walking out. Pooja was left in a post climax bliss, cum leaking out of her pussy, dribbling down her thighs.
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