Official Lust
Hi again! I’m Shaunak, 30m from Bangalore. 5’11 fair and athletic. This saga occurred when I started working in my 1st company. When I first met Sonal I did not give her much thought. We were introduced just as I started my new job. I’d just been hired as the network administrator for a midsized business and her office was just across the hall from mine. She was the firms’ accountant. I could be cruel and say she looked the part, but there wasn’t that much there. Sonal stood 5′ 5″and looked to be in her early 30’s. She wore her blonde hair long, but simply curling on her back. She had a slightly plump build. I noticed her chest and what I could see of her legs from her conservative-length skirt. I barely thought ‘nice legs’ while being introduced. But Sonal smiled and said ‘hi’ before I was taken around and introduced to the various staff members. To say this was a conservative company was putting it mildly. I was handed a copy of the corporate values. That took me back a bit, but I wasn’t going to argue, needing the job after having been laid off for three months. I was expected to enforce decency standards on the internet. Never mind, far more time was lost allowing management to check their stock portfolios, than to others surfing porn sites. Because of the nature of our business we couldn’t use an internet filtering program. Instead, I was supposed to routinely monitor the activity logs and report anyone surfing “indecent sites”. I quickly learned, as usual, there was a double standard in enforcing this rule. Employees could be fired but executives got a good deal less punishment. I saw how this could be turned to my advantage. For instance, when I found that the Human Resources manager had cruised some gay sites, I confronted him privately rather than logging it. I soon found that I got the assistant I needed and a bonus in my paycheck. Sonal’s office was just down the hall from mine. I’d see her occasionally passing by. I learned a little about her; that she was married for 4 years and had a kid. As befitting a preacher’s wife, she dressed conservatively and professionally, wearing salwar kameez that hid her ample chest. She was polite and correct and conscientious at her job, but every now and then she’d say something that would give a hint to a buried fire of passion. After a quiet few months, I found something in my check of the internet logs. Someone was surfing a website called “ISS” and had been, for a few weeks. I quickly traced the activity to a computer and looked up to see to whom it was assigned. That’s when I got a bit of a surprise. It was Sonal’s computer. I hadn’t expected that one of the women in this office, let alone her, would be downloading porn. I looked at the stories she’d read. Most of them were quite dark, dealing with women being degraded in various ways. Sonal’s got quite a fantasy life; I thought to myself, I can’t imagine that her preacher husband is into this. And I doubted that this conservative community had much of a BDSM scene. I began to watch Sonal, setting an alert on the computer to notify me when she accessed the ISS website. She had a set pattern. She’d read stories for a while, then she’d make a trip to the ladies room. She’d return a few minutes later, and if one looked closely, you could see how flushed she was. Clearly Sonal was getting relieving herself. Outwardly she may have appeared all business, but sin was her obsession. I confront her one afternoon catching her as she leaves her office on the way to the restroom. Sonal doesn’t suspect that I know what she’s been doing “Sonal, can I speak to you about a matter?” I ask. She hesitates and asks, “Ummm, can it wait?” I can see she’s perplexed, surprised I’d have a work issue to rise with her (Little does she knows.) “No, we better deal with it now.” I take her by the arm and physically escort her into my office and lock the door. Sonal sits down next to the desk as I begin to describe to her what I found. She turns an ashen color, embarrassed and stricken with fear having been found out. “I don’t want to report this to Human resources, the last time I did they fired the person.” I tell her. I stand before her at the desk. Tears are forming in her eyes as she looks at me. She clearly believes she will be ruined. She may lose her job, her reputation in the community will be trashed, and maybe even her husband will lose his position; all because she gave in to those dark desires of hers. Ok, I think now it is time to soften the blow I place my hands on her shoulders and ask, “Are things all right at home?” She looks at me questioningly. “How are things with your husband; can he satisfy you in bed?” She barely whispers, “No.” “He doesn’t understand your needs does he?” “No…” “You have these dark thoughts, from deep inside.” “Yes.” she admits. “You’ve never been able to tell him have you?” “He wouldn’t understand. He needs me to be a good wife. If I told him that he’d think I was a slut.” I grin. “Perhaps you are.” She gasps, taken back. “No I’ve never done anything like that! I’m a married woman.” “You’ve always been the good girl, haven’t you?” “Yes.” “You haven’t been very good here and now you’ll have to pay for it.” I take her head by the hair and pull it back. Staring into her eyes I say, “I bet you’re excited by this conversation. I bet if we checked your panties we’d find them wet.” Her eyes widen in shock. “No” she murmurs. “You’ll let me see. Take them off now!” I can see she’s horrified. But she thinks that if she doesn’t want to have me report her she will do what I say and maybe that will end it. She hunches up in her chair and unties her dress, Sonal lowers her panties. Deeply blushing, she takes them off and sheepishly hands them to me. She looks away.