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Act 2 (The basement parking lot)
We reach the basement via the service elevator. Vikram is fully clothed, Sunil is fully clothed, and I am stark naked, lying on his shoulder.
Vikram: The parking garage is deserted.
Sunil: Perfect spot to fuck this bitch.
Vikram: As I said before, I will join in the action.
Sunil: Wait till I am done.
Vikram: Ok. But hurry, the company driver will be back from his official trip any minute.
Sunil has bent me over his BMW 7 series car’s bonnet. He has pulled out his dick again from his pant. It is so thin and narrow that it resembles a soybean.
Sunil: How many girls in our office have been subjected to Cavity Searches so far?
Vikram: Almost everyone below the age of 30.
Sunil: Perfect. Our office is a paradise for young working girls.
Vikram: This girl is the only one pending.
Sunil: Not anymore. Her Cavity Search is over. Now her cavity exploration begins.
He inserts his long thin dick into my pussy. I feel a slight pressure, but nothing painful.
Sunil: This slut is already wet. My cock is sliding in easily.
Vikram: You should have worn a condom.
Sunil: I don’t have any in the office, and I was not prepared for this to happen today.
Vikram: Same with me. Didn’t expect to conduct a Cavity Search today. I am not carrying a condom, either.
Sunil: Then we will both shoot our loads inside this slut, and make her a part of our company. Heh heh.
Vikram: Yes, this will be her initiation to our corporate family. Baptism by fire.
Sunil: No, baptism by cum. Heh heh.
Vikram: Ha ha!
They laugh like hyenas. Sunil keeps shoving his stick-thin cock in my pussy. Gradually, I start getting wet, my pussy juices start flowing, and I moan softly.
Vikram: Oh shit!
Sunil: What’s up?
Vikram: We are not alone. We have company.
He points towards the driver’s room. Standing in front of the room, and watching us, are company driver Ramu, peon Hari, and office boy Gopal.
Sunil: When did these cocksuckers arrive?
Vikram: Seems they were inside the driver’s room all this while. We forgot to check.
Sunil: You are useless. You should have checked. Do I have to do everything around here?
Vikram: Let me take care of this problem.
He walked towards the driver’s room, and the 3 guys were standing there.
Sunil (to Me): There is no privacy in today’s society. I am the Country Manager of this company, and still, I can’t fuck in peace!
His thrusts get heavier and faster – in anger or frustration, I cannot tell – making me moan loudly.
Sunil: Keep moaning, babe. It will only make my cock harder. You have the wettest and juiciest cunt I have ever seen. Oh! I love tight young pussies.
His cock keeps pounding me nonstop for 10 minutes, plunging in and out of my sloppy cunt with ferocity. My mind wanders off. I forget about my surroundings and have a loud orgasm.
Sunil: Look at the amount of juice coming out of your pussy. Darling, you are the best thing ever tasted by my 55-year-old dick. Have my juice now.
Saying this, he grunts loudly and rams his cock deep into my cunt. A massive discharge of semen floods my insides. Rivers of cum start trickling down my pussy and my thighs.
Sunil (exhausted and panting): That was the best fuck of my life. Welcome to our organisation.
Just then, Vikram returns from the driver’s room, looking worried.
Vikram: We have a problem. They want a piece of the action.
Sunil: Who wants what?
Vikram: Those 3 guys – the peon, the driver, and the office boy – want to join in the fun. Else they are going to tell everyone what they just saw.
Sunil: What? Those ugly little motherfuckers are blackmailing us? Who do they think they are? Fire them right now.
Vikram: Sir, we will be in deep shit if we fire them. Firstly, they are going to tell everyone inside and outside the office. Secondly, we are not inside the office premises, so technically, we cannot cover this up as official business.
Sunil: What a clusterfuck! Any other concerns?
Vikram: Yes. If the media gets a whiff of this incident, your face and mine will be shown on 8 PM Primetime TV News. And the damage it will cause to our reputation, not to mention the company’s, will be devastating.
Sunil: Holy fuck! You are right.
Vikram: We have to let those guys fuck this babe. To ensure they keep their mouths shut.
Sunil: Those dogs will violate this girl in every unimaginable way. Will she be able to take it?
Vikram: She took yours just now. I don’t see why she can’t.
Sunil: I am the Country Manager of a leading MNC. I have a PhD and an MBA. I am an industry leader, a man of high social standing. How dare you compare me to those 3 filthy bastards?
Vikram: Sir, we are all in the same boat here. Those filthy bastards will decide if our reputations are smashed into pieces by the end of the day.
Sunil: Fine. But we cannot let a white-collar female employee get fucked by blue-collar workers without her consent. I won’t allow that.
Me (still recovering from the drilling received a few minutes earlier): Sir, I accept. I can’t have my reputation tarnished, either.
Vikram: Very well, then. That settles it. Let me inform them. He walks towards the driver’s room.
Sunil (to Me): Thank god I started and finished early. Can’t imagine taking out my dick in front of those ugly motherfuckers.
Me: Sir, please stay here till the very end. Please don’t leave me at the mercy of those 3 men. I am scared of what they might do to me.
Sunil: Of course, babe. Don’t worry. I will stand and watch and ensure discipline is maintained.
Vikram returns with a big smile. Looks relieved.
Vikram: They are all on board. We have a deal. It is my turn now, followed by those 3.
He looks at my cum-drenched pussy and says, “Shit! Sir, you have made a mess! Now where do I put my cock? It’s all filled up with your cum.”
Sunil: Put it wherever you want. What do I care? Am I supposed to find a clean spot for you? Find it yourself.
Vikram: Very well. I will take her asshole. It is clean and tight.
He pulls out his cock. It is not as long as Sunil’s but fat and thick.
Me: Sir, please be gentle. Don’t push hard.
Vikram: I have to push it hard, or it won’t go in. Sir, do you have any lubricant or oil?
Sunil: Do I look like a car mechanic to you? Asking me for oil and lubricant?
Just then, we hear footsteps coming in our direction. Driver Ramu, Peon Hari and Office Boy Gopal walk towards us.
Peon Hari: Sir, we have mustard oil. We keep it in the driver’s room to cook snacks sometimes. That can help.
Vikram: What? Mustard oil?
Driver Ramu: Yes, Sir. This madam’s holes look too tiny. Mustard oil will help, Sir.
Sunil: Nobody has asked for your expert opinion, you filthy piece of shit! Get lost.
Peon Hari: Sir, trust me, it helps. We use it to bang the sweeper’s wife sometimes.
Sunil: The sweeper’s wife! You rotten bastard! I will throw you out of my company.
Vikram (trying to pacify): Ok, ok. We can talk about that later. Let’s calm down. Alright, get me the mustard oil.
Office boy Gopal runs inside the driver’s room and brings a bottle of mustard oil. “Rub this on Shilpi Madam’s backside Sir, and also on your dick.”
Vikram spreads my asshole with his fingers and pours oil from the bottle. He also pours some on his erect cock.
Driver Ramu: Now push in, Sir.
Vikram: Are you guys going to stand here and watch? Go away. I need some privacy.
Driver Ramu: Sorry, Sir, I believe we have earned the right to stand here. Gopal?
Office boy Gopal: Yes, Sir. We will stay here only. We have never seen an office madam get fucked before, Sir.
Peon Hari: It will help us get prepared, Sir. Our turn comes right after yours.
I look at Ramu, Gopal and Hari. All 3 have a wicked grin on their faces and a bulge inside their pants. I have known these 3 men for the last 3 months, but never seen so much lust in their eyes.
Vikram does not waste a moment. He places the tip of his cock on my oil-drenched asshole and gives a mighty thrust.
Me: Aaa! It hurts! Go slow, Sir.
Sunil: Vikram, be polite and gentle. Remember, she is half your age.
Vikram: Sir, may I remind you that she is one-third your age? Did that stop you? I don’t have much time. 3 more people are waiting.
Vikram thrusts in again, this time rougher and harder. I scream in pain. He keeps going on and on. His brutal, heavy strokes bring tears to my eyes. I become numb in pain.
Peon Hari: Vikram Sir, keep going.
Driver Ramu: Vikram Sir, you have to score a century.
Office boy Gopal: Shilpi Madam, I have been staring at your ass every day for the past 3 months. I had no idea it was so tight.
After 5 minutes of constant pounding, Vikram cums inside my asshole. By that time, I am unable to feel anything. The pain is so severe.
Peon Hari: Shilpi Madam’s holes are filled up now. Both look white.
Office boy Gopal: I will take her mouth. It is clean.
Driver Ramu: Vikram Sir, we have a problem.
Vikram: What now?
Driver Ramu: It’s past 5 PM already. Our official work hours are over. We will need overtime payment now.
Vikram: What! Overtime payment?
Peon Hari: Yes, Sir. Our official work hours are from 9 AM to 5 PM. We are supposed to be paid overtime if we have to stay back after 5 PM, Sir.
Sunil: Says who?
Driver Ramu: Says the Workers Manual, Sir. Section(4)A states that all workers will be paid overtime of 1.5 times their daily wages for every extra hour worked.
Vikram: You memorised it?
Driver Ramu: Yes, Sir. There’s nothing much to do here except drive the company car for 3 hours daily, play cards amongst ourselves, and occasionally bang the sweeper’s wife, Shanti.
Office boy Gopal: So, we read the Manual to spend our time.
Vikram: Amazing! Our educated white-collar employees have never read their manuals. And workers have memorised it.
Sunil: You ugly little motherfuckers! You need overtime payment to fuck this girl? Are you drunk?
Peon Hari: Sir, please watch your language. This is official work. We are protecting the company’s reputation by keeping our mouths shut.
Driver Ramu: We are not asking for a favour.
Sunil (to Vikram): Why is this stupid overtime rule mentioned in the Manual? Which idiot included it?
Vikram: Sir, calm down. These are the Labour Laws. We have to obey.
Sunil: What a clusterfuck! Will they have the girl and also get paid extra?
Vikram: Alright, alright. Let’s take a deep breath. Calm down, everyone. You will get your overtime payment.
Driver Ramu: Thank you, Sir.
Peon Hari: Let’s start.
Office boy Gopal: Shilpi Madam, how are you feeling now? Shall we start?
Vikram: Go ahead, guys, before employees start leaving. As you said, it is 5 PM already.
Driver Ramu: let us take her to the driver’s room. Nobody will notice us there.
Peon Hari: Good idea. We can fuck her there in peace.
Office boy Gopal: I am hard already.
The 3 of them carry my naked body to the driver’s room. Sunil and Vikram follow behind.
Peon Hari: Sir, you guys go back to your offices. We will bring Shilpi Madam back after we are done.
Office boy Gopal: Yes, in one piece.
Sunil: I will not leave this delicate flower unprotected with you vultures. I will stay here and monitor.
Vikram: Yes, be respectful to her. Remember that she is an office executive.
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