Mistaken Identity Led Me To 'Boss' My Lady Boss - Pt 1
I had a manager, named Shikha. Shikha must be in her late 30s, busty body with big boobs, a small amount of fat belly that can be seen ostensibly as she wore tight dresses. She was a good dresser. She dresses in a way how a manager in the corporate world should dress. That was the only thing I liked about her since the time I started working under her. She wore bright red lipstick and a good amount of make-up to make her look eight years younger but the make-up never helped her to look younger. She had a look on her face and one would easily judge her as bitchy boss. She always commanded the associates and rarely I had seen her behaving friendly with us. My team members and I were afraid of her. Whenever she came out of her cubicle or we heard her high heels walking sound, we would sit upright on our chair and act like we were working seriously. I guess she never understood that make-up couldn’t achieve what a smile and friendly attitude could get. We all hated her. Although I didn’t like her, sometimes I had imagined fucking Shikha. I had aroused on many occasions by her dominating attitude, bright red lips moving angrily with a fierce look on her eyes. Her brown dyed free flowing hairs swing from left to right when she got angry and her high heels helped her to show her ass tight and more pronounced than they actually were. I had masturbated a few times by imagining fucking this bitch by dominating her on the bed. I tried this domination thing with my girlfriend. Unfortunately, she couldn’t take it and that was the end of it. I stare at Shikha’s ass with so much yearning and loved the way how it swung from one side to another side. There was an office party on one of the Friday Evenings. It was held in a banquet hall of a resort. Most of my colleagues were there and we were enjoying the party. It was one of the glamorous nights as everyone showcased their fashion side that evening. Shikha was dressed in white single piece dress with a low neck showing a huge amount of her big boobs. The dress ran till her thighs. Although she was busty she kept her thighs in good shape. We all got drunk so and danced on the dance floor. The DJ was rocking the dance floor with his mixes. He literally made everyone to dance on the floor. I saw Shikha also dancing on the floor. Man, she could dance and her moves were arousing. The bar at the corner of the hall was crowded like ants in the sweet shop. After a few more drinks and more dance, I wanted to take a leak. I came out of the banquet hall and walked toward the bathroom. I had to cross the long corridor to reach the bathroom and it was not properly lit. The resort management must have turned off the lights as it was well past 12 in the midnight. I took a sharp right turn and saw the silhouette of a woman in the dark leaning against the wall. Although I was drunk, I could figure out the woman was Shikha. I went closer to her and opened my mouth to talk. She grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to her and started to kiss passionately. I was shocked and taken little aback. But I didn’t pull away myself instead I just went with a flow. We kissed passionately and her hands immediately went down to my pant. She rubbed the bulge in my pant and I squeezed her ass cheeks. I couldn’t hold her ass cheeks in my hands as they were big but it felt so good. I kissed on her neck and licked her ears. I could feel her warm alcohol filled breath on my face while kissing on her cheeks and jaws. I pressed her boobs so hard and pulled out her boobs from her dress and started to suck them hard. She moaned and said, “Ahhh Rohan, What happened to you today? You are so aggressive. I love it. Keep sucking my boobs.” I kept sucking her boobs with one thought in my mind. Who the fuck was Rohan? Because I wasn’t. I understood that she had been waiting for him in the darkness and mistook me as Rohan. I kept sucking her boobs and kissed on her lips. Shikha said, “Let’s go somewhere. I need your cock. You made me so horny; I need your cock so badly.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me to where she was heading. Now there was light and she turned back and saw me. She released the grip on my hand and her eyes squeezed. She was shocked to see me and asked me, “What the fuck are you doing here?” “I was just going to the bathroom when I saw you. Then you pulled me, kissed me and rubbed on my dick and …” “That’s enough. I know what happened. I am sorry. I mistook you as someone I know very well. Just get out of here.” She wasn’t apologetic about the incident rather she was still commanding me. I knew that I had upper hand in this situation. So I decided to just push it up. “You said you wanted my cock badly. We can go somewhere,” and then I put my hand on my dick. She saw the bulge on my dick and looked up at me. She said, “I said get out and you are still standing here.” I saw the fierce look on her eyes. If I wasn’t so drunk, I would have been frightened at that moment. I just turned away and walked to the bathroom. I didn’t talk to her on that night and later I went to my flat. I masturbated before I went to sleep by thinking about her. Though the things were not much clear in my mind the next day, I could remember what had happened between me and Shikha. I don’t know why I didn’t tell about it to anyone. Monday, I went to the office and saw Shikha. I beamed at her with a full smile. She looked at me and turned her glance away from me as if I was a roadside beggar. I was infuriated but I couldn’t do anything about it. In the next three days, she behaved normally like how she treated me earlier and no smile or no mentioning about the things happened on Saturday night. I was so pissed at her and wanted to confront her. It was Thursday evening, I had some unfinished work and stayed late in the office. Most of the people were left to home.