Hi, this is Isha. Today I will tell you the story of getting dirty with my new boss.
I might have a wild sex life, but I like to keep it professional in the office. I work hard for my success. I don’t want anyone to think I succeeded because I slept with someone with higher authority.
But that doesn’t mean I cannot fantasize about some hot guy from the office. However, hot guys are rare in my office. If my pussy has starved for a few days and some good-looking guy makes an advance, I ignore that in the office. But my lonely pussy gets a good fuck with any of my big dildos imagining that guy.
Nobody in my office can ever suspect that from my strictly professional behaviour in the office. That changed soon. My old boss, Mr Nagpal, was good at his job. We had a professional rapport. He has helped me learn a lot about how to do business well.
But he was about to retire in a few weeks. Though I got an early promotion just a year ago, I wanted to fill his position. A girl should dream high, right? I knew I was good at my job, and there was not much competition in our office.
But just a week before his retirement, we got an official mail from our main office in the US. Someone is coming to join our Delhi office. It did not mention replacing Nagpal sir. But I knew this new person was going to get the position. I was disappointed and angry. But didn’t express that.
This new guy, Kevin, came to our Delhi office. I smiled while getting introduced. But only I know how pissed I was. It’s always wise to know your enemy better. And what better way than getting all his personal and professional information through their socials?
I came home after a long, tedious day. While eating dinner alone, I started to stalk him on social platforms. I was checking his Instagram. He is around 35-36. Canadian. He studied in Dallas and moved to LA two years back.
He looked like a handsome, sweet geek till a few years back. He posted a photo of his girlfriend almost 1.5 years back. But no mention of her in his recent photos. Recently he became hotter, like really hot! He has posted a few gym photos as well.
I hated him for taking my opportunity away. But I must admit that his shirtless photos made some sensation in my pussy. I got curious and started checking his story highlights. I could use those little pieces of information later.
I must have been very tired, and I made a mistake. Firstly, I logged in from my profile. I accidentally clicked on his recent story. If he checked, he could see my name in the viewer list before the story expires. I felt so dumb and just hoped he wouldn’t see my name there.
The next morning, I went to the office early. I wanted to grab my coffee in the cafeteria. Kevin was there, and he smiled at me. He started talking with me about how I like the weather and his jet lag. I was anxious if he noticed that I stalked him on Instagram.
But he didn’t indicate anything. Maybe I panicked for nothing. I made an excuse and quickly went away from the cafeteria. Work was very busy. A few hours later, Nagpal sir called me to his cabin. Kevin was already there wearing a suit like a sexy idiot when it was 27 degrees outside.
Nagpal sir wanted me to give Kevin an idea about the ongoing work. I hated every second of this conversation. But I had to agree with a smile on my face. After leaving the cabin, I sighed in frustration.
“I apologize for adding more to your work. But Mr Nagpal told me you have the best ideas to guide me. I hope you don’t mind that.” I was shocked to hear Kevin’s voice from behind. It was awkward. He must have heard my sigh. It was not very low in volume.
I slowly turned with a very red face, “No problem.” He is an intelligent guy. He understood that he had claimed something that I had aimed for long.
“I guess we have started on the wrong foot. I know you deserve the leadership. But now that I’m here, we will have to work together. But I promise you’ll get your due credit for work,” he said in a low voice while walking beside me. He sounded genuine, but I was apprehensive it could be an act.
But there’s no point expressing that. I put my best polite smile on my face and said, “No, I don’t mind you being here to lead.” He smiled, “Let us start fresh then. Let’s grab lunch tomorrow and then discuss the new changes.”
You can’t refuse your new boss’s office lunch invite even if you hate every cell of his existence. I nodded, “Okay then, Kevin.” It was strictly professional lunch. He discussed a few ideas and asked for my input. At the end of that day, I realized I hated him less, bit by bit.
He, of course, is an excellent business person and maybe deserves the role he got. I posted a bathroom selfie from the restaurant washroom after coming home. The next morning I woke up and checked my phone. To my surprise, my story had a new viewer. It was Kevin. He has also started following me.
Okay then, I guess two can play the game. I decided to wait a few days before following him back. But I was sure he had noticed my stalking activity from before. Work was going fine. I had to work closely with Kevin now that Nagpal sir is retired. But I had to spend a lot of time with him.
I noticed how handsome and strong he looked and found him attractive. After a few days, my lonely pussy was getting pleasure while I masturbated, imagining his sexy face eating my pussy. I didn’t express any of this. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t check him out when nobody was around.
One Saturday, I was so bored. I played with a lot of sex toys and pleased my pussy with the biggest vibrator thinking about him. In the afternoon, my vibrator was inside my pussy. I was almost naked and alone in my apartment. Suddenly I got a text from him, “Hey, need one suggestion.”
Yeah, I can suggest to you in what position I would like you to fuck my pussy, I thought. The speed of the vibrator increased, imagining the wildest things that Kevin could do to me. I was on the verge of bursting into pleasure when my phone rang with his number.
I had a wicked idea. I didn’t turn the vibrator off. It was still in my pussy, and I picked up his call. “Hey! What’s up?’ I huffed and asked in my sexy voice. He was polite on the other side, “Hi, I hope I’m not disturbing you.”
I laughed, “No, tell me.”
Kevin, “I texted you for your help. I need to buy a few things and need suggestions on some good restaurants. Can you help me?”
He told me a few days back that Indian food is very spicy. He would like to eat some non-spicy food. Ever since that day, I have noticed him eating salad for lunch each day. Poor him, I thought.
“Sure thing. I will text you about the shops and location where you can get those things.”
“It seems you were exercising, and I disturbed you. But will you be so kind as to join me for dinner tonight as a friend? I don’t like eating food alone.”
I stopped for a moment before answering. I thought, “Yes, I would be even kinder to cum on your beautiful face.”
He took that pause as my hesitation. “If you have plans, then I am sorry. I can manage it alone. Thanks for your suggestions, though.”
I wanted to keep it professional with my boss. I should not do something that may harm my career, however horny he makes me with his aura. But I also wanted him to destroy my thirsty pussy with his cock.
I guess horny me won the war. “I think I can join you for dinner tonight. But only if you agree that it’ll be my treat,” I said.
After sending him the location, I went to take a shower. It took 25 minutes for me to shower, clean myself up and shave. But another 1 hour I spent thinking about him fucking me roughly in each position. Filling every inch of my pussy up with his member.
When I came out, I was already late. I straightened my hair and wore a simple black dress and heels. Applied a little makeup and a bit of sexy perfume. I wanted to look nice but didn’t want him to think I was too available. I still don’t know if he is attracted or if it is just me lusting over him.
I drove to the restaurant, and he was waiting outside. He was in a casual cotton shirt and trousers. His hair was not set like I’m used to seeing in the office. He has stubble growing on his face. He looked a lot different from his office look. But slightly sexier too.
It was a casual dinner. We talked and laughed as friends. I guess I was wrong. He is alone in a new city and wants someone to guide him. I was disappointed but relieved that my work relations would stay professional.
After dinner, I offered to drop him at his hotel. My mind was free from the thought of getting fucked by him. So I decided to keep the pleasure part away for later and behaved as a colleague should. When I dropped him at the hotel gate, he asked if I could join him for a drink.
I politely said no and bid goodbye. I drove for 10 minutes and stopped at a dark lane. I felt my pussy dripping, thinking about the pleasure I had missed. I touched my panty and then smelled the juicy fuckhole smell from my fingers. I wanted to get fucked, but I had to control it.
Suddenly I saw a phone screen lighting up on the seat beside me. I already have my phone. It must be Kevin’s. I hesitated a bit. Should I pick up the call? I looked at the screen and dialled the incoming number from my phone after it stopped ringing.
It was the hotel reception. I told them I would drop the phone off in a few minutes. I drove towards the hotel. The receptionist told me that Kevin was expecting me in suite 307. Umm, the company is spending a lot of money on his accommodation.
I went to his room and pressed the bell. He opened the door in a few seconds. I offered his phone and was in shock, looking at him. He is just wearing shorts and nothing on his upper body. His bare chest with little golden brown body hair and washboard abs looked too sexy. I gulped to myself.
With each second, it is getting more difficult for me to avoid kissing his face and touching his whole body. I gathered all my mental strength to avoid looking at him. “Goodnight, Kevin. I should go now,” I said as my body heat and pussy juice increased each second.
“No, you should come in for a drink. I want to thank you for coming back to give me the phone,” he said in a raspy voice. He grabbed my hand with the softest touch. I got goosebumps. But the last standing brain cells replied very weakly, “It’s getting late. I should go.”
His green eyes looked directly into mine as if he could see the dilemma in my brain, “Come on! Just one drink.” I felt a slight pull and could not say no anymore. I entered the suite. It was dimly lit but looked gorgeous. He had the television on, and a half-empty glass of single malt was on the table.
“You look like a girl who appreciates a strong whiskey. Or should I bring something different?” he sat across me and asked in a low voice. I knew that I was fucked, and so my pussy was going to be soon. But I didn’t make a move. I was waiting for him to do it.
‘Whiskey is fine. I can handle a strong drink. Do not worry,” I laughed. He poured a glass, added two cubes of ice from the bucket, and gave it to me. “I know you can handle strong things. I never doubt that.” His fingers lingered on mine with the glass inside.
I smiled seductively, “You seem to know a lot about me.” He looked at my bare legs. Then his eyes moved slowly from my bottom to my breasts. “You are not the only one who wants to know everything about a stranger from their social media.”
I slowly sipped my drink, looking at him. I said nothing, but my body arched a bit toward him. He drank the remaining from his glass in a single sip and came close to me. “This is something I was waiting long for.” His calloused hand touched my face slightly.
I knew my pussy was getting flooded. But I asked, “What were you waiting for exactly?” His thumb started tracing my lips. His big frame hovered over mine, “To touch this honey caramel skin of yours and to kiss these lips.” I sipped a long sip looking directly into his eyes, and placed my glass on the table.
He jumped over me like a wild beast on his prey. His big palms went directly into my boobs. The amount of pressure on my body told me this would not be a soft one for sure. He bit into my lower lips, and one of his hands went inside my dress between my thighs.
The polite-mannered new boss of mine has become a beast and started eating me hungrily. My 54 kg frame could not move his giant frame even for an inch. So I sank inside the soft sofa. He held my whole-body weight on his left palm and lifted my body to adjust.
Then this right hand forcefully parted my legs at a wide angle. His teeth were biting on my neck with slow pressure. I had no control over my body anymore. I raised my shoulder a bit and licked his chest. His hairy chest felt like an iron shield, and I kissed his right nipple.
He pushed me back onto the sofa and grabbed my hair with his left hand. He is almost 6’2″ with a great build. Neither did I have the strength nor the will to protest. I could feel his huge dick growing inside his shorts. It was gradually pressing hard over my upper thigh.
It felt so hard, and I gasped, guessing his length. The moment I opened my mouth, he intertwined his tongue with mine. He grabbed me strongly by my hair, and his other hand started rubbing my pussy over my panty. He bit on my earlobe, “You were so waiting for me to take you. Don’t you lie to me.”
I whispered, “I tried my best to stay away.”
“But here you are in my hotel room with your dripping pussy spread on my sofa,” he said.
He took my whole left boob inside his mouth from over my dress. I gasped at the painful yet sexiest sensation I have ever felt. I had no control over him. He has ownership of each cell of my body. I never had any experience with no control in the bedroom.
But his strength and attitude made me feel a new pleasure. He ate my breasts alternately over my dress for a few minutes while his hands grabbed my ass and spread my legs wide. He stood up at once with the biggest tent on his pants and gave me instructions. “I hope you don’t mind following a bit of order from me.”
I already knew from his actions that he would dominate me tonight. I said in a low voice, “No, sir.” He smirked and ordered, “Get rid of these clothes fast.” I took my sweet time to remove my dress slowly. I could see he was getting impatient.
After I removed the dress, I was there in a blue and white printed bra and white lace panty. He groaned under his breath. “Too slow. You need to be punished.” He grabbed both my wrist and tied them tightly in a swift motion. He spends no more time removing and throwing my bra to the furthest corner of the suite.
He inserted his hand inside my lace panty and grabbed my butt cheeks. To my surprise, I could hear a tearing sound. It was him tearing my lace panty with both his hands. He dropped my torn panty around my ankle. And shoved two of his fingers inside my already very wet pussy.
I was not ready for the sudden attack. A scream came out of my throat, “Aaah!” He took the torn panty and pushed it inside my mouth. ‘Shut the fuck up, don’t yell now.” I murmured something, but no sound came out. Then he ordered, “Turn around.”
As soon as I did, he slapped my right butt cheek very hard. My eyes almost teared up with the pain. But strangely, I craved more of this spanking. Even though my mouth was stuffed with my wet panty, a shriek escaped. He slapped my ass again a bit harder.
Then he took the panty out of my mouth and instructed me to sit on my knees. “Give me a good show. If I am happy, I’ll give you my dick.” He asked me in a demanding voice.
I sat on the centre table and spread my legs just enough to give him a glimpse of the wetness of my core. I told him to open my tied hand. He smirked but obliged. I started pressing my boobs and pinching my nipples. He was standing there and touching his dick inside his shorts.
I bit my lower lip and took the TV remote from the table. While playing with my boobs, I changed the TV channel and played some pop music. Then I started moving my body to the rhythm of the song. I sat widely, spreading my legs, and started rubbing my clit while dancing like a wild slut.
His jaw hardened seeing me like this. I bent over the table with my ass spread and started twerking a bit. He could not control it anymore, took his dick out, and walked towards me. His firm hands turned me to face him and kissed me hungrily.
“You are such a bad girl. But I like every bit of your body. Now suck my dick and relieve me so I can take my time to explore your pussy.”
“Yes, sir. I wanted to taste your dick for so long,” I told him like an obedient girl. Before this, I have only seen Indian penis of different sizes and shapes (mostly big ones, thankfully). But this was the first white person I saw naked.
I guess their average size is longer than the Indian size. But it looked so beautiful too. Light-coloured dick with a pink head, around 7.5 inches long, very thick. He had light golden hair at the bottom. I took his penis like a shiny new toy and licked his pre-cum from the pink head.
I started playing with it and touched the head on my nipples. It was a wild sensation. I took his dick to my cleavage and pressed my boobs around it. Though my boob size is not like big melons, it is nice, firm and round. I was moving and rubbing his dick inside my cleavage in swift motions.
From his facial expressions, it was clear that his pleasure was about to reach its peak. I was giving him a boob rub. But my sensitive pussy is getting impatient for his touch. I took his whole length inside my mouth and started to suck it. It was getting foggy inside my brain.
I was enjoying his erect dick inside my mouth like I was tasting a dick for the first time. I do not know how long I have sucked and licked his penis and pink balls. He steadied my shoulder with his hand and grabbed my hair tightly in a grip. Then started to push it deep against my throat with force.
I could not breathe with his whole length inside my mouth. My eyes teared up as he increased his pace. He speeded up, forcing my whole-body frame to move in a rhythm to match his movements. My boobs were bouncing fast and making a sound. I could not hear anything other than that.
He was fucking my throat and my mouth harder and faster. I could not feel anything other than his little salty, sexy penis deep inside me. After how long, I do not remember, his body jerked. I understood he was ready to cum.
I looked up into his eyes. He removed his dick from my mouth and stroked it, targeting my bare breasts. It was a load of hot white cum, and my upper body almost got covered with his sperm. I took a few minutes to come back to my senses. I panted as if I had run a marathon.
I started to clean up his cum from my boobs. But he instantly pushed me back to the sofa. Sliding his fingers against my clit, he started rubbing my drooling pussy. Then he took his fingers from my wet pussy and tasted it. “Do you want a taste, too?” he smiled and put two fingers inside my mouth.
Another hand entered my dripping cunt, and I could feel two long fingers fucking inside. I gasped and moaned. My whole body was in his control. I could not move an inch without his approval.
He spat on my clit and rubbed some of it over my tight asshole. I have never been touched there before. He rubbed his saliva over my tight hole and slipped his pinkie finger. I could not even sit up with so much pain and pleasure simultaneously.
He started biting my nipples and took my whole breast inside his mouth. It felt amazing. His bites increased, and I knew he was leaving his teeth marks over my soft boobs for a long time. My whole body tightened up, and he did not show any mercy.
3 fingers inside me were fucking me, and this thumb rubbing my clit took me to heaven. Within a few minutes, I came like a waterfall. It was almost 2 am in the night, and he drained all my energy with his wild act. I just wanted to get cleaned up and get some rest. But he was not done yet.
Next Part: Isha’s wild sex adventure with the new boss – Part 2