From Hot Office Colleague To Sex Slave
Imagine a hot girl – 5’8 height, not thin and flaunting a cleavage more often than not from her deep neck blouses in the office. What would you like to do? Fuck her? Fuck her bosom? Right? I did exactly that! Today, I have brought you my story, a story that I am proud of. Proud because of many reasons. First, she was a big girl with a big ass and big tits and to fuck such a girl her mind out is always satisfying for a man. But, it was more than that. My real pride was in making her accept that she was my whore and should obey me every bit. A beautiful girl like her could have charmed any man, enslaved him to her whims. But she chose to be my slave, she chose to give me all pleasures. She submitted to me and that is my pride. Please get introduced to Isha. An ambitious woman who wanted to be the CEO of a global major until she faced life. She worked hard day and night but was denied promotions twice. I was a peer who joined with her. Unfortunately for her, I knew that working your ass off does not always pay. Picking fights at the office and ignoring people does not pay because ultimately it is the people who work and who fuck. Not getting promoted, but working ass off, not getting married but keeping oneself maintained – perhaps these two things are not very different qualitatively. They play on your mind. The more they are delayed, the more reward you seek because you have waited for it, but it does not come. Isha was deprived in both ways. And being a batchmate, who was getting promoted, she would often come to meet typically as an ordinary batchmate bonhomie. But, I knew, she wanted to know what I was doing that she was not. Looking at my colleague was a real pleasure. She would always flaunt her bare arms from her sleeveless blouses and her bosom would be bursting out of her sari pallu which was barely stable. I will just offer her some solace by appreciating her hard work and together we will abuse the bosses often. I knew she needed it and to be honest, I had nothing more to offer. Yes, I had my dick and it was on offer… hehe..but the time for it had not come yet. Slowly over weeks and months, I realized my colleague was being mentally dependent on me. She would take great pains to reach my office (even when my office was shifted to another location in the city) and blurt her heart out. She would often ask if she was disturbing me and I would reassure her she was not. Often, she would just hang in my room too long. Just sitting there even when I was working. Just waiting for me to say something. She would suggest having some after-office coffee or snacks. The snacks increased to dinner and she would just walk to my house every now and then. If my colleague Isha had not been so hot and if she had not been such help in my masturbation every night, I would have asked her to stop all this. But she was getting sexier and more beautiful day by day. I could see she was wearing makeup more on those days when we planned to meet. She was wearing skirts to the office displaying her legs. Her neckline would be carelessly displayed as she ignored her pallu with me these days. I knew she wanted it. And then, one day I just grabbed at her waist at my home and kissed her! She did not kiss back but did not stop me either. I kept sucking her lips for 15 minutes besmirching her lipstick badly. It was satisfying to look at her face blushing and looking like old movie bridal faces after suhaag raat. My colleague was standing and I touched her to my will. I grabbed her ass as I kissed her, it was like a soft cotton ball and I dug my fingers in it. She oomphed but her ass was in strong hands. I played with her. She was such a delight. A hot woman, attractive and wished for by every possible man, but with me, vulnerable, ready to be devoured standing in front of me. I was proud. And I slapped her ass. I slapped it, again slapped it and again and again. And then I stopped and disrobed her. I could tell I was hard, very hard every time I was with my hot Indian colleague This was the time, all these months of masturbation and imagination were paid off. I asked her to sit down on the floor on her knees. I was eager to experience my dream where my co-worker girl would suck my cock before I suck her boobs. Such was the control I wanted on this girl. Isha obeyed and did what she could. She simply took my first inch in her mouth and licked it. She was innocent. She thought this was what was called a blowjob! I could understand. My hot colleague girl did not know all the hot fucks I wanted to give her mouth. I enjoyed her gullible licks for some time but then I simply took her face in palms and inserted another three inches in her mouth. I wanted to insert more but she gagged. And I smiled. Isha looked at me surprised. I pulled my cock back a bit but then inserted it again. This time, she even tried to take it in without gagging but she did gag. I loved it. She had this lovely face with all her lipstick smudged and her lips were now smudging my cock in their color and smoothening it with her saliva. It was so beautiful to watch her trying. Isha’s cute face between my hands and my cock repeatedly pushing in beyond her capacity and her eyes rolling as she gagged. I did not stop until I shot on her face. My cum shot spread from her chin to her hair. She was shocked. After I came, I realized I had been too harsh given it was her first time (which was self-evident given her reaction to everything). So, I just made her sit comfortably on the bed and asked if she was okay. She did not reply. I quickly pulled some tissues and helped her clean her face. I hugged her and kept her in my arms for a while. Once assured, my colleague was calm, it was time to properly fuck her. I lifted her and laid her down on the bed. I kissed her navel, the navel I had imagined so much, always hidden in just the right amount with her saree… getting loved now finally.