Power Player 5: Ruthless Is Sexy

Chapter 1 – Malaika Makes A Deal

Malaika Arora enjoyed how people looked at her as she walked from the lift to Anil Kapoor’s office, especially men. She loved the lust in their eyes. There was not a single man there, young or old who did not want to put his dick in her tight, mature ass.

 

 

Her dress warranted such attention and such dirty hot thoughts. It was a tank gown in metallic gold made of a very thin translucent cloth. The smooth dress was suspended by two ultra-thin straps creating a mouth-wateringly deep cleavage that did justice to her heavy breasts that were sagging naturally under their own weight. With the fabric being so thin and clingly the dress was outlining Malaika’s body in perfectly anatomical detail. It was not only shwoing her long, shapely legs, but her navel, her midriff and even the shape of her well-rounded breasts was being flaunted like a work of art. The dress was cut on both sides, baring her tanned midriff and the same cuts merged into the back cut of the deeply backless dress.

 

 

 

In the back the dress continued as daring as in the front. It exposed all of her smooth back except for a couple of ultra-thin straps that dug into her skin and highlighted the softness of her body. There was a high slit over her left leg reaching all way to her hip joint and baring not just her long, shapely leg but a generous sliver of her bare, pantyless pussy mound when she took a step.

 

Her steps were long and bold, deliberately baring that hot, smooth pussy and watching people almost faint as they took in the overload of sexiness. Her shoes were red stilettos with eight-inch high pointed heels and four-inch platforms. Malaika never wore shoes less than eight inch heel. She loved the effect they had on her legs and how they pushed up her tight ass. Her hair was brushed to perfect and styled in a short bob that hung loose on her neck but did not try to cover her back. She wore backless dresses a lot and liked the merchandise to be visible to be admired. Her make-up was always done to perfection with her soft, full lips painted red in a sexy, suggestive way.

 

She was not stopped by Anil Kapoor’s secretary and was able to just walk in. She opened the door to his private office and said “Hi, Anil? Got time for me?”

 

Anil Kapoor looked at her then looked at her again. He was breathing heavily as he came around his desk “Yaar, Malaika, ek nazar mein lund khada kar deti ho tum.”

[Malaika, you make my cock hard with just one look.]

 

“Good.” Malaika walked in letting him admire her long, bare legs as the slit opened with each step “Wo lund mujhe chahiye.”

[I want that cock.]

 

She walked right up to him and put her hand on his cock that was indeed hard in his pants. She squeezed it as she leaned in “Ye lund mujhe de de, Thakur.”

[Give me this cock, Thakur.]

 

Anil grabbed her and kissed her hard. She cooperated fully by kissing him back with open lips. His hands were on her bare back, rubbing up and down, loving the expanse of her smooth, bare skin while she pushed her tongue into his mouth. The kiss was hot and intimate. Anil’s hands were moving all over her body, rubbing her bare back, squeezing her ass, pressing her into him.

 

“God, you make me so hot, Anil!” She said when they ended the breathless kiss “Loge?”

[Will you nail me?]

 

“Are you kidding?” He said “Liye bina chhodoonga kya?”

[Will I leave you without fucking you?]

 

She smiled and reached behind her neck. With a quick move she unfastened her dress and let it drop around her ankles. She stepped out of it and put it on a chair. Anil Kapoor was breathing heavily as he looked at her hot, slender body so naked and sexy. His eyes were moving back to her pantyless pussy.

 

Malaika noticed it and said “Chaatoge?”

[Wanna lick?]

 

He nodded “Mmmmm, yes, baby.”

 

She sat down in his chair and opened her legs wide. Her smoothly shaved pussy was visibly wet. He moved forward quickly. Malaika shook her head “Uh huh, nange ho ke, Anil.”

[Uh huh, get naked, Anil.]

 

“Of course.” Anil Kapoor started to take his clothes off as fast as he could “Of course.”

 

He got naked and got on his knees between her legs. She pushed her ass forward on the chair. Anil pushed his head between her thighs and started licking her pussy. Her pussy juices were already wetting her slit. He ran his tongue in her pussy slit and licked up those juices. Then rolling his tongue he pushed it into her cunt hole, making her gasp. He put his hands on her thighs and squeezed them as he fucked her wet, hot cunt with his tongue going in and out and quick strokes.

 

Malaika held his head and pushed her fingers into his thick hair, bucking her hips to push her pussy on his mouth. Anil licked her clit and teased it with his tongue which made her moan even louder. As her pussy got hotter she bucked harder. Anil kept teasing her clit and fucking her cunt hole with his tongue alternating rapidly between the two. Suddenly Malaika grabbed his head hard and screamed as she came.

 

“God, baby!” She pumped her pussy juices out, bucking her hips trying to take his tongue deeper into her hungry cunt.

 

Anil stayed on his knees and lapped up her cunt juices, loving her moans and grunts as his tongue brought her great pleasure.

 

“Choot chaatne mein tumhara jawaab nahin, Anil.” She panted as her orgasm subsided.

[You are unmatched in licking pussy, Anil.]

 

He looked up at her with a smile “Dogi?”

[Will you spread for me?]

 

“Doongi kyon nahin?” She said “Dene hi to aayi hoon. Kaise chodoge?”

[Why wouldn't I give it? I have come to be fucked. How will you fuck me?]

 

“Ghodi bana ke.” He smiled.

[Bend over.]

 

Malaika bent over his desk. Anil got behind her and rubbed his dick on her pussy.

 

“Are you ready?” He said, rubbing her smooth, warm back.

 

“Please, go slowly, Anil,” She said, breathing heavily “itna bada hai tumhara, zor se daal dete ho to dard hota hai.”

[yours is so big, it hurts when you put it in hard.]

 

She was lying. Anil Kapoor’s dick was below average and Malaika was used to taking much bigger dicks. Her transport agency employed many drivers and each one had had his dick in Malaika’s cunt as she owned and managed the agency herself. Many of the drivers had big dicks, even double of Anil Kapoor’s dick. That was her main attraction for her for managing the agency herself. Her drivers never changed jobs.

 

But Anil Kapoor didn’t know all this. He smiled with pride “Sorry, baby, that’s a problem with fucking a real man.”

 

He slid his cock slowly into her wet, hot pussy and Malaika made noises like it was hurting. She did love his dick more than her ex-husband’s who had had a tiny pencil dick. Her agency supplied drivers and vehicles to Anil Kapoor’s company “Band of Brothers”. Malaika visited Anil regularly and her agency’s contract was renewed without any trouble every year.

 

It wasn’t long before Anil Kapoor was panting and grunting as he was fucking Malaika’s hot, wet cunt with hard strokes. His hands were on her bare back and his cock was rock hard. Malaika’s moans were not all fabricated. She was enjoying his hard cock in her and the way her body was grinding on the desk from his fucking.

 

“Anil, not inside me!” She remembered to say as she felt him getting ready to blow his load “Not in me.!”

 

She was just in time. As soon as Anil Kapoor pulled his cock out of her his cock erupted all over her ass. She moaned “God, Anil, you treat me like a dirty little whore!”

 

The praise of his hard, rough fucking style brought a smile to the mature stud’s face.

 

“What can I do, Malla, you just turn me into a beast.”

 

Malaika didn’t stand up “Hand me those tissues now, Mr. Beast.”

 

“I will do it, Malla. Give me one second to catch my breath.”

 

Anil Kapoor cleaned her himself by kneeling behind her and licking her pussy and ass clean. He didn’t like it he had never done it with his wife, but he know how much it turned her on.

 

“Thank you, Anil.” Malaika stood up and went to pick up her dress “Should we get the business done as well?”

 

“Business? Yes. Dress. No.” Anil took the gown from her hands.

 

“Nangi hoke business ki baat karoongi main?” Malaika’s jaw dropped.

[Will I talk business naked?]

 

“Mhmmm.” Anil put the gown on his desk away from her reach “Pehle meeting, phir gaand maaroonga.”

[First meeting, then I will fuck your ass.]

 

“Oh, god!” Malaika’s head came up with a jerk “Please, gaand naihn. Tum jaan nikaal dete ho jab gaand maarte ho to.”

[Please, not ass. You almost kill me when you pound my ass.]

 

This was some of Malaika’s best acting. She loved getting her ass fucked and Anil’s small dick barely warmed her up, but she was a smart businesswoman and knew how to get what she wanted.

 

Anil took her hand and pulled her on his lap as he sat down on the sofa in his office meeting area “Oh, so gaand nain marwaaogi?”

[Oh, so you won't get your ass fucked?]

 

“Nahin.” Malaika pouted, adjusting her ass over his cock “Tum bahut zor se pelte ho.”

[No. You fuck very hard.]

 

“I saw in your contract this time, you have increased your prices by twenty percent.” Anil rubbed her smooth, bare leg, his fingers lingering on her upper thigh.

 

“The cost of business has increased, Anil.” Malaika had her arm around his shoulders and her left hand was rubbing his bare, hairy chest “That hike is bare minimum.”

 

“Oh, but I might not think so.” Anil smiled a devious smile “I might want to review it with Boney first.”

 

“Anil, you are being difficult on purpose.” She was rubbing his chest and could feel his cock getting hard under her bare ass.

 

“Well, who started it?” He looked into her eyes.

 

“You mean...” Malaika feigned shock “Tumhein meri gaand maarni hai?”

[You want to fuck my ass?]

 

“Maare bina to main chhodoonga nahin, Malla.” Anil grinned.

[I will not leave without fucking your ass, Malla.]

 

“But tum kutiya ki tarah ragadte ho.” She complained.

[But you rub like a bitch.]

 

“Price of doing business with a real man, darling.” Anil smiled smugly.

 

Much as Malaika was protesting, in reality, she was loving every second of it. The humiliation of having to get her ass fucked for getting her contract signed was hotter for her than actually taking Anil’s small cock in her ass.

 

She shook her head “No, Anil. This is too much. I am not a whore.” She pretended to get up “Give me my dress.”

 

Anil pulled her down on his lap “Stop being stupid, Malla, I am willing to give you twenty-five percent hike and you are quibbling over a small thing.”

 

“Not a small thing, Anil.” Malaika’s eyes opened wide “Jab tum gaand maarte ho meri, do din tak dukhti hai.”

[When you fuck my ass, it hurts for two days.]

 

“Malla, you have such a hot ass, I lose control.” Anil said “Ok, I will try to fuck slowly, but tumhari gaand to maarni hai mujhe.”

[Malla, I will try to fuck slowly, but I want to fuck your ass.]

 

“Baby, resort pe maar lena.” She tried to negotiate with him “We are going na, wahan pe de doongi aaraam se. Jaise chahe chodna, gaand bhi maarna, main marwa loongi.”

[Baby, fuck me at the resort. We are going, right? I will give it there comfortably. Fuck me however you want, fuck my ass too, I will get take it.]

 

“Resort pe bhi maaroonga.” Anil grinned as he kneaded her tits “Tumhare jaise maal ko chhood doonga kya?”

[I will fuck you at the resort too. Will I leave a niice piece like you?]

 

Malaika looked at him with feigned shock. Then she suddenly set her face and said “Give me thirty percent and it’s deal.”

 

“Gaand maaroonga, abhi bhi aur resort pe bhi.” He warned her.

[I will fuck yourass , now and at the resort too.]

 

“Marwaoongi.” Malaika nodded “Abhi ghodi ban jaoungi, aur resort pe chodna jaise marzi.”

[I will get fucked. I will bend over now, and at the resort, fuck me however you want.]

 

“Good. Then it’s a deal.” Anil said “Ghodi ban jao.”

[Bend over.]

 

“Uh huh.” Malaika shook her head “First contract.”

 

“Now who’s a whore?” Anil grinned.

 

“I am.” Malaika said opening her legs.

 

“God, you drive me crazy!” Anil said.

 

As he got up to get the contracts from his desk, Malaika walked over to his desk, placed her hands on the desktop and opened her legs. She was soaking wet.

 

Chapter 2 – Influencer Planning

Rohan ran into Deepika as soon as he got out the lift on his floor.

 

“Sir, I was looking for you.” She said “Are you ready for the meeting or do you want to postpone it if you want to....?” She looked toward Ileana. It was quite evident that Rohan had been banging Ileana.

 

 

Deepika was wearing a backless halter mini dress that was made from a mesh fabric and showed tantalising glimpses of her gorgeous body. She looked like a million dollars.

 

 

 

“Hello, gorgeous!” Rohan slipped his arm around her and pulled her close, his hand caressing her smooth, bare back.

 

Deepika put her hand on his chest and cuddled up like a girlfriend “Hello, Sir!”

 

“You are an invitation to pound.” Rohan let his hand slide down to her ass. He held her close and kneaded her tight ass cheeks in the thin dress. He could feel her buttocks as she was not wearing panties.

 

“Sir, meeting?” She reminded him though she was loving his attention.

 

“What meeting, darling?” Rohan leaned in and kissed her neck, sucking slowly below her neck.

 

“Mmmm. Sir, Housekeeping Manager wanted to present their readiness for the ISO.” Deepika squirmed in his arms, easily staying in his grip.

 

“I had asked Namitha, but she is the assistant manager.” Rohan said.

 

“That’s right, Sir, but her boss Saurabh Shukla found out about it and he is ready to give the demo today.” Deepika said “You accepted the meeting this morning. But if you are busy we can push it back to...”

 

“No, no, the ISO is a critical project. We need to keep that certification.” Rohan said and looked at Ileana.

 

“I can wait, prince.” Ileana smiled “As long as you want.”

 

He shook his head “You go to the travel desk, I had forgotten that we have one right here in the hotel. Go and sort out your flight, then come back and wait in my....no, Deepika, how long is this meeting?”

 

“Not more than an hour, Sir.” Deepika said “Saurabh is not the most polished presenter from what I have heard. He could take a little more.”

 

Rohan took Ileana’s wrist with his left hand and pulled her to him “You take care of your travel arrangements then go see my personal shopper. That stuff is important.”

 

“Can I come back and see you?” Ileana rubbed his chest “Please?”

 

She was also not trying to hide the fact that Rohan had fully claimed her.

 

“Yes, come here and show me your dress.” Rohan said “Also, tell me that you are fully ready.”

 

Ileana smiled happily “Thank you, Sir.”

 

Deepika said “I will send Sanjana to take her to travel desk, Sir.”

 

“Good.”

 

While Deepika took Ileana with her, Rohan went to the meeting room.

 

“So, he nailed you, huh?” Deepika said as they walked toward her office.

 

“He completely broke me, ma’am.” Ileana accepted without any modesty “I am his bitch now. He is amazing, isn’t he?”

 

“That he is.” Deepika smiled.

 

Chapter 3 – Rohan Attends a Meeting

“Please, come in, Sir.” Esha Gupta welcomed Rohan into the meeting room.

 

 

He had to stop and admire her. Esha was a gorgeous woman with amazing curves and right now her curves were straining her thin latex dress to its limit. It was a halter dress in pink and white colour-blocking style and it was fitting her like a second skin. The neckline was daringly deep and her big, full breasts were almost popping out of it. The hemline ended short on her mid-thighs and the dress hugged her tight, shapely ass in a visibly inviting manner.

 

 

It was a fully backless dress, just barely covering her ass crack and her high heels were pushing her ass up in an even more enticing style. She smiled at her boss and turned slightly so he could check out her bare back in that daring, bold dress. The dress was ending just below her ass and it was thin enough that Rohan knew she was not wearing panties. It was dangerously short, Esha could not have bent over without flashing her bare, pantyless pussy to the whole world.

 

“Damn, girl!” Rohan said as he walked in. Esha smiled a very welcoming smile.

 

He extended his hand to her and she rushed to take it like she was his wife who had not seen her husband for months. She gave no indication of the fact that she knew there were other people in the room. Rohan wrapped his arm around her, pressed her into him and kissed her full on the lips while rubbing her smooth back. Esha showed no hesitation in her response and opened her lips for him. He also ignored the rest of the room as he slipped his tongue into her mouth and explored her deep, his hand moving down rubbing her tight ass in the ultra-thin latex micromini dress. Esha crushed her full, heavy tits on his chest and sealved her lips to his, drinking his saliva like it gave her life.

 

It was a long kiss and both of them took their time. Anyone watching would have been able to guess that this man had been inside this woman, if they didn’t know it already.

 

“Please, come, Sir.” Esha wiped her lips as she led Rohan by the hand.

 

She took him to the sofa that was in the middle of a semi-circle of sofas. Since this was the presentation room, the semi-circle was arranged so that the open side was toward the wall with the projector screen on it. Rohan took a seat on the long sofa. There were low coffee tables in front of the sofas rather than a big meeting table so there was no impediment to a group discussion even including the presenter.

 

“I am seeing more people than expected, pet.” Rohan said.

 

“Sir, HR also wanted to watch as they will need to do their own ISO certification renewal after Housekeeping.” Esha said as she took her seat next to Rohan, pressing closer until he had to slip his arm around her.

 

There were Shakti Kapoor and Rhea Chakraborty present from HR. There were a couple of other guys from Housekeeping that Rohan had seen during his visit to Housekeeping yesterday. The room was not full but it was definitely busy.

 

“Good afternoon, Sir.” Namitha came and knelt between Rohan’s legs, ignoring the rest of the room.

 

“Hello, darling.” Rohan smiled “Good afternoon.”

 

 

 

She stayed on her knees with her back straight and turned her face up. She was wearing a colourful dress with a floral print. It had two noodle straps and a very deep cleavage. It covered her ass but not her thighs. Rohan leaned down and kissed her to which she responded eagerly and with full submission. She opened her lips and took his tongue in her mouth. Rohan slipped his hand inside her deep-neck dress and kneaded her hot, braless breasts as he fucked her mouth with his tongue.

 

“Please don’t be angry with me, Sir.” She said when they broke the hot kiss “I did not prepare this presentation. I am still working on my report. This is Mr. Shukla’s own work.”

 

“I will keep that in mind.” Rohan smiled. He squeezed her hot, heavy breast once more then pulled his hand out.

 

 

Namitha sat on her knees with her back to him. Rohan caressed her smooth back as her dress was fully backless. Namitha leaned into his touch like a pet enjoying her owner’s stroking. As his fingers were playing on her bare skin, it seemed like Namitha might start purring any moment.

 

Saurabh looked helplessly from the presenter table and saw Namitha. Namitha got up and went to where Saurabh was working to figure out the project connections at a table near the screen. She started to help him.

 

Rohan wrapped his arm around Esha’s neck and casually slipped his hand inside her dress. Esha leaned in closer so he could easily knead her bare tits inside her deep-neck dress.

 

Deepika came and sat down on Rohan’s left on his sofa. Rohan wrapped his left arm around her waist. Deepika smiled and cuddled up as close as Esha was on his right side. Rohan moved his hand up and cupped Deepika’s breast with his left hand. Deepika squirmed as he squeezed hard but she suppressed her moan. Rohan relaxed with both hot women close to him, completely in his possession and watched Saurabh.

 

Saurabh Shukla started his presentation. It quickly became apparent that Saurabh didn’t know much about his department or how to create a good presentation. Namitha tried to help him but he kept going back and forth over the same slides. In half an hour, he could only cover the basics.

 

There was a knock on the door and two waitresses entered pushing tea trolleys.

 

Esha said “Let’s take a break.”

 

Saurabh Shukla seemed happy to take a break. He made a call to someone in his department to come and help him. Namitha was also standing by and trying to help him. A boy came in two minutes later and went to where Saurabh was struggling with the laptop.

 

While that was going on, Esha called out “Kriti!”

 

A second later Kriti Kharbanda presented herself “Yes, ma’am.”

 

Esha was impressed. Kriti had not oversold the sluttiness of the dress she was planning to wear today. It was an extremely slutty dress which would have got her fired in a normal office. Even here she had been questioned by the cafeteria manager and only allowed to stay on when assured by Kriti that her dress had the approval of the assistant general manager.

 

 

It was a creatively designed dress, with the top looking like a butterfly, the thin, sheer wings sticking away from the body. The dip of the wings created a beautiful, deep cleavage, pushing her young, fair breasts up into a mouth-watering display. The whole dress was thin and tight, fitting her slender body like a second skin and highlighting the translucent effect. Her nipples were covered but the material of the dress was so thin that both her nipples were visibly poking through it. It was a daringly short dress, ending on her mid-thighs.

 

Below her breasts, the dress had several large cuts that bared most of her midriff, her navel was visible through the sheer fabric as well.

 

 

 

In the back the dress was tastefully and boldly bare. Other than a pair of thin string straps, her smooth back was fully naked. Even with the short, daring dress, Kriti had not worn any panties and as she stood there, both Esha and Rohan got a nice, clean view of her smoothly shaved, bare pussy. Kriti didn’t blush and kept her legs open. She had paired the dress with a pink stilettos that had nine-inch high pointed heels and five-inch high platforms. The shoes had pink cord straps that wrapped around her legs, bringing attention to the soft, fair beauty of her legs. The whore heels pushed her ass and made her legs look more naked.

 

Esha let her stand there for a minute so Rohan could fully check her out. Kriti didn’t say anything, simply kept her hands behind her ass and stood there with her legs open to be visibly inspected by the top boss.

 

Then Esha said “Your boss needs tea, honey.”

 

“Yes, ma’am. Right away.”

 

Kriti came back with a small tray with tea things on it. She put the tray on the low coffee table and bent over to make tea so Rohan would get a nice view of her deep cleavage. Esha took her hand and pulled her around the table, in front of Rohan.

 

“On your knees, honey.” Esha said.

 

“Yes, ma’am.” Kriti said and lowered herself to her knees on the carpet. Instead of lowering her button her heels she stayed upright on her knees, with her scantily-covered tits at the level of his knees. She pressed forward slightly and let his tits rub on the side of his knee while she turned only her shoulders and head to look at the table which would allow her to make the tea.

 

Rohan smiled as he could see what Esha was doing. He put his hand on Kriti’s bare shoulder and caressed slowly toward her neck. Kriti gave him a soft smile and started making the tea. His hand moved forward, caressing her neck and bare back. That dress was giving him a lot of freedom to explore her young, smooth body.

 

“One sugar, Sir?” Kriti paused with one sugar cube held over the cup in steel tongs in her hand.

 

He pushed his fingers into her silken locks and took a firm grip. Turning her face towards him, he pulled her to him. She turned her face up and he pressed his hot lips on her luscious, warm lips. She kissed him back with an easy, willing submission, opening her lips for him and accepting his tongue in her mouth. Rohan left her hair and let his hands caress her neck and move down over her bare back. Kriti leaned in close so he would have easy access to her body. When his hand moved down to fondle her breast, she quickly pulled her left dress strap off her shoulder and bared her breast. He squeezed and kneaded her hot, pliable breast. She drank his saliva, showing complete surrender in his hands.

 

“Mmmm, you are a beautiful piece of ass, Kriti.”

 

“Thank you, Sir.” Kriti smiled, still catching her breath, “I am thrilled to hear that you think so.”

 

“Yes, one sugar, darling.”

 

She smiled “Yes, Sir.”

 

Kriti put the sugar cube that she had been holding in the tongs, in his tea and made no effort to pull her dress strap up. As she finished making the tea, Deepika on Rohan’s left took it from her.

 

“You keep your hands free for other things, Sir.” Deepika said and lifted the cup to his lips. He took a sip.

 

Rohan caressed Kriti’s bare shoulder and let his fingers move around her neck. When the other girl started to go out rolling the tea trolley, Rohan caressed Kriti’s soft cheek with his thumb and said “You stay here, pet.”

 

“Of course, Sir.” Kriti parted her luscious, red lips in a sweet smile “I have no intention of going anywhere until you dismiss me. I am in your service. I am going to stay here.”

 

Taking her hand, he guided her gently and Kriti followed like a well-trained pet. He opened his legs and had her sit between them on the floor, facing the projector screen. She opened her legs as she pressed back into his thighs. Rohan lifted his right foot and brought his leg between her legs. He placed his heel between her legs. Kriti calmly opened the lace of his shoes, took his shoe and sock off, then pressed his bare heel on her hot, bare pussy, grinding it slowly there.

 

Saurabh Shukla looked dubiously towards Rohan as he seemed busy but when Rohan gave him the nod, Shakti resumed his presentation. Rohan leaned forward, his hands moving down over Kriti’s bare chest while his eyes stayed on the projector screen. He slipped one hand inside her butterfly top and slowly started kneading her soft, warm tits. His left hand was rubbing her bare back, caressing gently but exploring her intimately. Kriti responded to his touch in a submissive manner, giving him fully access to her young, gorgeous body and inviting him to play with her any way he wanted without caring about anyone else in the room.

 

Rohan mauled Kriti’s soft, pliable mounds while he listened to Shukla’s presentation. Kriti slowly rubbed Rohan’s leg and shamelessly ground her bare, wet pussy on his heel. Every action of hers was meant to show Rohan that was fully compliant with his wishes and she was available to him without any limits. Shukla hesitated a couple of times, glancing in Rohan’s direction wondering if he was listening. But then Rohan asked him a couple of questions about the slide he was presenting and Shukla realised that Rohan was listening. That made him nervous and he started making fumbles.

 

Namitha stepped forward and after a hurried consultation, took over the presentation. Rohan kept Kriti between his legs and continued to knead her hot, heavy tits even as he looked at Namitha and shook his head.

 

“Let him continue, Namitha, I want to hear from the head of the department.” He said. “Take your time, Mr. Shukla, I am interested in this and I am very interested in getting this from you. After all, you are the one who has to guide your department through this whole process. Please proceed. Go as slowly as you need, I don’t mind. I have all the time for this.”

 

“Ye....yes, Sir.” Shukla nodded nervously.

 

While Shukla was consulting with Namitha in whispers, Rohan bent over Kriti and said softly “You don’t have any urgency to go anywhere, do you, darling?”

 

Kriti turned her face up and smiled her beautiful smile “I am with you. Aap ka hi maal hoon main, mujhe kya jaldi hogi?”

[I am your property, why would I be in a hurry?]

 

Rohan said “Open your mouth.”

 

She opened her mouth and brought it directly under his mouth. Rohan opened his mouth and slowly, deliberately let his saliva dribble off his tongue and land in her mouth. She held his gaze as he fed her his spit. She swallowed it and opened her mouth again. Rohan sat back.

 

Deepika put her hand behind Rohan’s neck, pulled him to her and kissed him hard on the lips. She moaned as she sucked his lips and pushed her tongue into his mouth. When his tongue tangled with hers, Deepika engaged with him in a spirited fight, keeping her lips sealed to his. Then she surrendered and let his tongue enter her mouth like the conqueror and explore her hot, sweet mouth.

 

“You can drive a woman crazy, you know.” Deepika said slowly after they broke the breathless kiss.

 

Rohan smiled.

 

Shukla resumed his presentation, aided by Namitha from the side. Rohan continued playing with Kriti’s big, warm, heavy tits, feeling her hardened nipples digging into his palms. He leaned down to kiss her cheek and neck. Kriti moved with him and quickly made her body available for whatever he wanted to do.

 

As he kissed her neck, she whispered “Nangi ho jaoun?”

[Get naked?]

 

Rohan shook his head “No, I like this dress.”

 

Kriti smiled.

 

Although Shukla’s presentation lasted only about half an hour it seemed like a long time for the audience because of how slow and fidgety it was. Finally, he finished and asked for questions. Rohan asked a few questions. Shukla mostly said he would look it up and get back to Rohan. Rohan passed the question to Namitha who promptly answered it.

 

Rohan nodded and dismissed them. Shukla and the boy from Housekeeping went, followed by the HR executives. They said bye to Rohan, being careful not to look at his hands inside Kriti’s top, squeezing her tits. Namitha came over to Rohan and knelt by his side.

 

“I am so sorry, Sir,” Namitha said “it was not my work. I will have my report ready next week.”

 

“No worries, darling.” Rohan slipped her dress strap from her shoulder and fondled her big, heavy breast in his hand. His left hand was still inside Kriti’s dress and kneading her breast “How involved is Mr. Shukla in the ISO certification process?”

 

“Oh, not much, Sir,” Namitha pushed her breast into his hand “not very much.”

 

“I would not want any incorrect details to go into the ISO papers, darling.” Rohan squeezed and crushed her heavy breast in his strong fingers.

 

“Mmmm, that would not happen, Sir.” Namitha said “I am doing the paperwork, not Mr. Shukla.”

 

“Hmmm,” Rohan rolled her nipple in his finger and thumb and pinched it “I want you and your report on my desk next week.”

 

“You will have them, Sir.” Namitha nodded, holding her hands behind her and pushing her chest forward “you will have my report on your desk and me under you, next week. I won’t let you down, Sir.”

 

“Good girl.” He patted her cheek and let her go.

 

After she was gone, Rohan looked at Esha “Tell HR to start preparing Mr. Shukla’s retirement papers.”

 

Esha didn’t blink “Yes. Sir.”

 

Rohan bent over Kriti and kissed her cheek “Nangi ho jao.”

[Get naked.]

 

“Ji, Sir.” Kriti said and got up. She started taking her dress off.

 

It looked like Esha wanted to stay back and help Rohan break Kriti, but he sent her and Deepika out as well.

 

He patted the sofa “On your back.”

 

Kriti, looking smoking hot without clothes and just in her whore heels, got on the sofa on her back and spread her legs. Rohan took his clothes off and got on top of her. He pressed his lips on hers, kissing her aggressively hard. Kriti put her arms around his neck and responded to his kissed with an equal level of hunger.

 

As Rohan was sucking her lips, and tasting her hot, wet mouth with his tongue, Kriti reached down and took his thick, hard cock in her hand. She wrapped her soft, warm fingers around his girth and felt its heft. Without breaking the kiss, she guided his cockhead to her pussy hole, knowing full well that it was going to hurt in her tight pussy. Being a beautiful girl she had a lot of sexual experience but none of that with a massive beast like this. She spread her legs as wide as she could on the sofa and when her right foot slipped off the seat, she just bent her knee and placed her foot on the floor so she could spread her legs even wider. Rohan was pressing his cockhead on her pussy hole but they could both feel that he could not enter her without a hard push.

 

She kept her hand around his meaty rod, guiding him in, but put her left arm around his neck to pull him harder against her mouth. She sealed her lips tight on his so she would not scream with the pain that she knew was coming. She sucked his tongue and arched her back, lining up her pussy tunnel for his shaft. Despite her complete willingness to become his fucktoy, she was terrified at what he was going to do to her.

 

“Ah, god!” Kriti’s plan didn’t work and she had to break the kiss to scream as Rohan pushed with a hard thrust and his cockhead stretched her tight pussy so wide that Kriti could feel the pain flooding her body like a tsunami. Her eyes were watering and she could feel her pussy buzzing with the hot pain.

 

“No!” Kriti felt him stop and grabbed his ass to push him further into her “Keep going. Deeper!”

 

“But it will hurt –“ He said.

 

“I know.” She said, keeping her hand on his butt “Daalo. Aur andar.”

[Enter me. Deeper.]

 

“Kriti, it’s going to –“

 

She pushed her fingers into his hair and pulled his face on top of hers. She looked into his eyes and said aggressive “Rohan, daalo andar. Now! Main bol rahi hoon na.”

[Rohan, put it in. Now! I am telling you.]

 

Rohan pushed in. Kriti cried out in pain and arched her back.

 

“More!” She cried out “Now! Don’t stop.”

 

He pulled back then pushed in again. Kriti yelped with this stroke and bit her lip as the waves of the hot, erotic pain shunted up and down in her body. He was about halfway deep in her now. Her pussy was stretched around his massive cock like a latex glove. Her eyes were leaking and tears were rolling down her cheeks.

 

“You are a weird girl.” He said.

 

Kriti smiled. She brought both hands up and rubbed his neck, combing his hair with her fingers.

 

“I am not some girlfriend of yours, Rohan,” She smiled into his eyes “I am just your bitch to pound from time to time. Tumhari kutiya hoon main, to kutiya ki tarah treat karo na.”

[I am your bitch, so treat me like a bitch.]

 

“But I could take easy on you, na?” He said, slowly grinding his hips, keeping his cock rubbing on her gspot.

 

“Why?” She looked in his with her big, brown eyes “Don’t you want to teach me who I belong to? Don’t you want to show me what I am good for?”

 

He smiled “What are you good for, Kriti Kharbanda?”

 

“I am good for your fucking. Tumhari kutiya bana kar rakhne ke liye hoon main. Jab tumhara mann kare bula kar chodne ke liye hoon,” she smiled “aur chod kar wapis bhejne ke liye hoon. I am for your use and abuse, baby.”

 

[I am here to be your bitch. I am here to be called and fucked whenever you want, and after fucking, to be sent back. ]

 

“And you are happy with that?” he moved his hips back and forth, slowly fucking her tight pussy, his cockhead conquering hot, gorgeous body inch by inch.

 

“Rohan, I put on that whore dress, the whore shoes and came here because I am happy with that, I want that, you did not force me, baby, I am here because I want to be your bitch.”

 

He took a minute to kiss her and suck her lips, their tongues tangling lustfully while he fucked with slow, smooth strokes in and out, then he looked at her and said “Tell me about that dress.”

 

“That’s my lucky dress,” a slutty smile lit up her gorgeous, innocent face “I wear it when I go out trolling for cock. Normally I wear a tiny lace thong under it. It’s too short.”

 

“Where is the thong today?”

 

“In my work drawer.” She laughed softly.

 

“Why is that?”

 

“Because a smart woman told me,” Kriti held his gaze “there should be nothing between your holes and your boss’ dick.”

 

“Smart. Seems like the dress worked.” He smiled.

 

“I am here under you, impaled on your magnificent cock,” Kriti said “I will say the dress worked.”

 

“And what do you want?”

 

“I got what I wanted.” She said.

 

He shook his head “Everybody wants something.”

 

“Right now what I want,” she cupped his face in her hands “is for you to break me like a fucktoy and mould me around your cock. Mujhe aise todo ki koi jod na sake. Mujhe masal do jaise ki ye tumhara haq hai. Mujhe kutiya ki tarah ragdo aur mujhe meri aukaat batao ki main tumhari randi banne ke liye hi paida hui thi. Don’t spare me, Rohan. Fuck me like you own me.”

 

[Break me in such a way that no one can fix me. Crush me as if it is your right. Grind me like a bitch and tell me my worth that I was born to be your whore.]

 

Kriti’s aggressively submissive thoughts were making Rohan’s cock throb in her cunt. He pulled back and pushed in again, fucking her with longer, deeper strokes.

 

“Are you sure you can handle that?” He looked at her gorgeous face, her beauty making his whole body get warm and excited.

 

“I am sure that I cannot handle that.” She smiled her sweet smile but it was distorted slightly by the pain that his massive cock was causing in her pussy “I want you to push me beyond the level of my tolerance. I want you to destroy me until I don’t know my name. I want you to shatter me, Rohan. You can’t break me while being nice to me, baby. Be the beast that I know you are, and claim your fucktoy like only you can.”

 

Her words were working on Rohan like a drug. His dick was hard like a steel piston. He passed his arms under her shoulder blades and gripped her shoulders from below. Kriti whimpered as his chest crushed her soft, heavy tits, flattening them so hard that she could feel his heartbeat through her tits and he could feel his. He moved his hips, fucking her expertly with long, smoothly forceful strokes, leaving no doubt that he was acquiring her, she was going to be nothing but his possession.

 

“What did you want to be?” He said in her ear, his cheek pressed to her warm cheek, his cock drilling her with a smooth, hard rhythm.

 

“Your fucktoy.” She gasped, breathless from his powerful strokes.

 

“Tell me again.” He said, ignoring her passionate moans as his cock was breaking her and his chest was grinding her hot, full breasts hard.

 

“I want to be your....ah....” She screamed as his cockhead slammed into her cervix “your....fuck!”

 

Her pussy exploded and she lost awareness of anything but the intense currents of pleasure rushing through her body like an electric river. She was breathless, her tits were hot from friction, her nipples were buzzing, her eyes were leaking and her pussy was gushing out with her hot, oily cum with jerks of her hips. Rohan kept her in his grip and continued to demolish her like a beast, showing no mercy on her young, delicate body as he ripped her apart.

 

“Anh! Anh, baby!” She yelped with his strokes but did not ask him to slow down or take it easy on her. She had finally found a real man who could push past her limits of endurance and Kriti was never going to ask him to stop. Kriti pressed her mouth in the crook of his neck and sucked his salty skin while he used and abused her body like she was his personal fucktoy.

 

“Fucktoy!” She looked up in his eyes when her orgasm finally slowed down “I want to be your fucktoy, Sir. Aap chodoge, main chudoongi. Jab, jaise, jahan aap ka mann kare. Aap ka maal ban ke rahoongi. Aap ki kutiya.”

[You will fuck, I will get fucked. Whenever, however, wherever you want. I will remain your property. Your bitch.]

 

“Aisi hot kutiya pasand hai mujhe.” He kissed her lips and continued to fuck her but with slower, smooth strokes, not slamming into her cervix now.

[I like such a hot bitch.]

 

But Kriti knew that he could, any time he wanted he could slam into her cervix and rip her apart like a paper doll. She was in his power. He was a beast, a monster who could destroy her at his whim. She loved being vulnerable and powerless in his grip.

 

She rubbed his bare back, her warm finger grazing on her skin and causing slight tingles in his body. She was keeping her legs open for him but he was not drilling her hard yet. She smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

 

“Your bitch also likes her boss,” she whispered in his ear, her hot breath caressing his neck “take me as you want, Sir You have no reason to hold back.”

 

He smiled “You really like hard fucking, don’t you?”

 

“I like strong men, I adore powerful men who know how to claim a girl.” She caressed his cheek “I am putty in the hands of a man who knows how to bring out the whore in me.”

 

“You are a stunning whore, Kriti.” He said, his cock throbbing in her hot pussy.

 

“Kriti is your whore now, Sir.” She said, her breath was getting heavy as he was speeding up his strokes “Please use me as you want, whenever you want. I am fully yours.”

 

“You still haven’t told me what you want.” He said. His cock was drilling her tight pussy again and he was loving the look on her gorgeous face as his cock was taking her breath away.

 

“Can’t I...mmmmm...can’t I just want to be your fucktoy?” She looked at him.

 

He shook his head “I have fucktoys, several of them. Why would you want to join a collection?”

 

“Because there is prestige in joining your collection,” She tried to smile but her smile was distorted as the hot pain from his strokes shot up her spine like a lightning bold “Ah! And....ah.....prestige...mmmm, and....mmmm....pleasure.”

 

As her pussy exploded she pressed her mouth on his neck again and tried to hold on while the powerful orgasm rocked her young body like a storm shakes a tree. She clung to him tightly and sucked his neck while he fucked her hard, slamming her ass into the sofa with his powerful strokes. The more Kriti’s body throbbed with the hot orgasmic rush of the pain, the more she begged Rohan to pound her hard.

 

“Yes! Mmmm, boss. Aise hi chodo. Apna maal samajh ke. Apni kutiya samajh ke.” She breathed in his ear “Don’t think about what I want, think what you want. And take it. Take me, make me your bitch. Enjoy me, baby, enjoy your fucktoy. That’s what I am here for, Rohan, so you can enjoy me. Don’t spare me, baby, use me hard.”

 

[Yes! Mmmm, boss. Fuck me like this. As if I am your possession. As if I am your bitch.]

 

Her orgasm carried on hot and violent for a long time, but then it slowed down, giving her a chance to catch her breath. She panted as she looked up in Rohan’s eyes.

 

“Are you enjoying using me?” She smiled.

 

“Of course. Who wouldn’t enjoy such a smoking hot fucktoy?”

 

“Then that’s what I want.” Her smile grew wider “Giving pleasure to a powerful man, makes me so hot that you can’t imagine.”

 

“You are too smart to be a waitress.” He said.

 

Kriti pulled his head down and kissed his lips “You are sweet, but I am a waitress.”

 

“Not just a waitress though.” He was still fucking her as they chatted and he was enjoying her hot, tight pussy massaging his hard, thick cock as he casually fucked her in and out.

 

“Well, I am studying hospitality.” She admitted.

 

“So, you will be a hotel manager some day.” He rolled hips as he fucked her and loved the look of deep satisfaction on her face as his cockhead ground on her cervix.

 

“Anh....maybe...” She panted “some day.”

 

He pulled back slightly and she could breathe again “And you want me to help you there by putting you in a better position?”

 

Kriti shook her head and opened her eyes that she had closed to bear up with the pain of his incredibly deep penetration.

 

“Then?” He asked.

 

She smiled and caressed his cheek, brushing his hair from his forehead “Some day if you find that you have to fill a position in the hotel and you want to put only a trusted bitch there who is completely in your possession, then you can move me there. I will do everything to keep you happy.”

 

“Managerial position?”

 

“Any position.” She said “Koi position jahan boss sirf apni personal kutiya ko hi trust kar sake. Main wo kutiya hoon aap ke liye.”

 

[Any position where the boss can only trust his personal bitch. I am that bitch for you.]

 

He looked in her eyes “Aur tab tak?”

 

[And until then?]