Man of Power 17: Loyal To a Fault

Chapter 1 - Surveen Visits Her Boss

“Good morning, Sir!” Surveen smiled her sweetst smile as she slipped into Vikas' office.

 

Vikas looked at her and smiled “Good morning, Sur. You are looking amazing, pet.”

 

 

Surveen was wearing a skintight halter micromini dress that had a deep cleavage and had the sides cut out. It was baring her fit, flat midriff as well as her hips quite boldly. The fabric was thin and quite translucent as it clung to her young, fit body.

 

 

There was no back to the already skimpy dress and it bared not just her full back but also the top three inches of her ass crack. The dress ended just below her ass just barely covering it but she was wearing nine inch high heels with five inch platforms and the effect of the super high heels was her ass was pushed up. When she walked, the bottom of her ass cheeks peeked out from under the little dresss. Surveen had not even considered wearing panties.

 

“Thank you, Sir. Maal to aap ka hi hai.” She smiled as she walked around his desk. She lowered herself on her knees on the carpet at his feet and looked up at him with a wide smile.

 

[It's your property only.]

 

“What are you doing, girl?” He said.

 

“I know my place, Sir.” She said clamly “You are not my boss any more but you are my owner. I know you are superior to me in every way and I am privileged to be your possession, one of your possessions.”

 

“Has Prakash been training you or something?” Vikas caressed her cheek, leaning foreward to look down into her beautiful grey eyes.

 

Surveen shook her head “The more time I spend with him, the more I realise how incredibly lucky I am that you took me in your hand. I am not just saying this, I am truly grateful to be your personal bitch. I will do anything for you.”

 

“Oh, yeah?” he caressed her cheek and neck.

 

“Just command me.” Surveen nodded.

 

Vikas took her arm and pulled her up on his lap. Surveen put her knees on either side of his legs and leaned in, putting her arms around his neck. When Vikas pushed his fingers in her hair and pulled her close, she pressed her lips on his like she was pulled by a powerful magnet.

 

“Mmmh.” Surveen moaned as she sucked his lips, not hiding her hunger from him. His tongue entered her mouth, and Surveen’s submission was evident in the way she parted her lips and crushed her lips to his in a hungry, wanton way. Vikas fucked her mouth with his tongue like an owner inspecting his property, and Surveen didn’t give him any reason to think that he was not right. She drank his saliva and sucked his tongue, grinding her ass on his crotch. Her super short dress was riding up as her legs were now open, and Surveen was trying to press down so she could feel his cock under her bare, hot, hungry pussy.

 

His hands were roaming all over her bare back, feeling her up, caressing her, exploring her like a work of art, a work of art that belonged in his collection. Surveen was moaning in his mouth and squirming like a pet on her owner’s lap. He squeezed her tight ass cheeks hard as he fucked her mouth deeper with his tongue, and Surveen whimpered, her pussy tingling and itching deep inside where she knew only he could reach. She was breathless and soaking wet when they broke the long, charged, lust-filled kiss.

 

“This is such a slutty dress.” Vikas looked at her young, full breasts almost popping out of the flimsy little dress while he rubbed her bare ass crack slowly up and down.

 

“Well, I am a slut.” Surveen pressed her pussy down on his cock which she could feel thick and hard under her like a metal rod. “And whose slut am I?”

 

“Mine?” His hands moved easily on her smooth, almost naked body, following the curve of her hips which were bare in that daringly-cut dress.

 

“Why did you put a question mark at the end of it?” Surveen slapped his shoulder.

 

“I don’t know, you might be Prakash’s slut by now.” Vikas grinned.

 

“Don’t even joke about it.” Surveen glared, “Like I could be anybody's slut but yours.”

 

“Why?” Vikas raised his eyebrows, “What’s wrong with Prakash?”

 

“Don’t even get me started.” Surveen said, “Seriously, the more I am there, the more desperate I get for your dick.”

 

She was grinding her pussy on his cock. He put his hands on her knees and pushed her legs even wider, her balance moving forward on his body. Surveen whimpered as the tingles felt like electric currents in her cunt.

 

“Why is that?” He said. He rubbed her thighs, his thumbs moving past dangerously close to her bare pussy but not touching it, his fingers moving up around her hips again.

 

“Teasing him makes me hot.” Surveen admitted, “And when I am hot I miss having you inside me, I crave your cock like crazy. Boss, why did you wait so long to claim me like before you fired me? You could have kept me as your personal whore all this time.”

 

“You were not on my radar before.” Vikas said, “And missing me a bit is good for you, then you appreciate it more when we can meet.”

 

“Well, that is true. I get wet just thinking about coming to see you.” Surveen agreed, “I guess that would not happen if you were drilling me everyday.”

 

“Absence makes the cunt wetter or something like that.” Vikas reached under her hair and untied her halter strap.

 

“Makes the heart grow fonder.” Surveen chuckled, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder, that’s the expression.”

 

“We don’t talk about heart here.” Vikas pulled her dress down and sucked her tits before continuing. He looked in her eyes “You are only my bitch, Surveen, you are nothing more than my fucktoy, I thoguht we had this clear?”

 

“Mhmmm.” Surveen whimpered as he sucked her tits again and his tongue licking her nipple made her whole body heat up even faster “I do understand. I am your bitch. For your use and abuse. Aap chodoge main chudoongi, aap todoge main tootoongi. I am only your bitch. Aap ki paltu kutiya.”

 

[I will spread for you anywhere you want to fuck me. You will break me and I will be broken. I am your pet bitch.]

 

Vikas lifted his head and kneaded her hot, full tits as he raised his eyebrows “Then?”

 

“Well, a bitch can love her owner.” Surveen looked at him from under her eyeylashes “And owner loves his bitches, in a different way but he does.”

 

“Fair.” He nodded, crushing her tits hard in his strong fingers.

 

“Mmmm. Am I on your leash?” She let him see her neediness in her eyes.

 

“You are on my leash.” He nodded.

 

“That’s all I want.” Surveen’s smile was sweet and sexy. She reached down and started to open his pants.

 

“What are you doing?” He said.

 

“Boss, you know I need you in me.” She looked at him and continued opening his pants.

 

“I know but we have plans for lunch,” He rubbed her bare back and didn’t stop her “I was planning to nail you after lunch, anyway.”

 

She shook her head “I can’t wait that long. I am soaking wet and I am hungry. And you will be busy after lunch.”

 

“Busy in what, I have no meetings until later?”

 

Surveen bit her lip “You will see.”

 

By now she had his cock in her hand. It was hard and erect, filling her hand. She rubbed it up and down as she raised herself on her knees, bringing her pussy right over his bulbous cockhead.

 

“Hurt me!” She invited him as she looked deep into his eyes with her hunger at its peak in her eyes.

 

Vikas grabbed her ass cheeks and held her gaze as he pushed up with his hips. His thick, bulbous cockhead stretched her young, tight pussy to its limit before it popped into her cunt. Surveen was as wet as she had claimed and he was able to slide a few inches deep into her in the first thrust itself.

 

“Ah, mumma!” Surveen cried out as his cock hurt in her tight cunt. She squeezed his shoulders and closed her eyes.

 

Vikas grabbed her hair and gave it a jerk “Eyes on me, whore!”

 

“Ah!” Surveen looked at him with moist eyes and whimpered “Yes, Master!”

 

“Down!” He commanded.

 

This was Surveen’s favourite part and the roughest part when he made her hurt herself on his cock. She lowered her ass and yelped as the pain from his cock spread out all over her body in a spiderweb pattern. She bit her lips and tried to push down further.

 

Vikas slapped her ass hard enough to make it sting as he commanded “Deeper, cunt!”

 

“Ungh.” Surveen’s eyes were closing from the arousal. She could feel him throbbing inside her as he ground his cock, but he was not pushing in deeper. He wanted her to take him deeper inside her while knowing that every thick, massive inch would hurt. She bit her lip and tried to focus. Keeping her hands on his shoulders, she pushed down and loved the way the pain rose in her body like mercury in a thermometer. She pushed harder, then tried to do up and down strokes to make the penetration deeper but her pussy was throbbing with the pain and she could not help but yelp with each thrust “Ah! Ah! Ah, Sir!”

 

As Vikas was also highly aroused, he was losing the patience to wait for her. He was keeping her in his grip, squeezing her buttocks as he was drilling her cunt in and out going so deep into her vagina now that his thrusts were taking her breath away. Surveen closed her arms around him and clung to him tightly, her breasts crushed on his chest as she rode his cock as hard as she could. He was so deep in her now that she was getting that feeling of being utterly vulnerable again and it was such a delicious feeling that Surveen was losing all over. She was moaning and riding his cock, inviting him to break her, physically and verbally.

 

“Mmmm, chod do, Sir. Tod do mujhe.” She was whispering urgently in his ear “Aap ka hi ito maal hoon. Randi ki tarah pelo mujhe. Aap ki randi hoon na, Sir? Ah. Mar gayee!”

 

[Mmmm, fuck me, Sir. Break me. I am your property. Fuck me like a whore. I am your whore, aren't I, Sir? Ah. I'm finished!]

 

She screamed loudly as her pussy throbbed hard. She realised she was right on the edge and tried to press down harder but her knees were feeling weak and she was feeling helpless in his arms as he was fucking her expertly, claiming her pussy like it was his prize. His strokes were long and forceful, breaking through her natural resistance and invading deep into her vagina where no other man could ever hope to reach.

 

“Oh, boss!” She cried out as her pussy exploded and then yelped even louder as Vikas used that opportunity to jam his cock balls deep into her cunt “Oh, mumma!”

 

Vikas continued to pound her cunt but Surveen had no control to ride his cock. She just clung to him with both arms and surrendered herself to his use. His cock inside her was long and thick, she could feel it invading her body and taking control of everything. She loved that. She loved the feeling of being claimed and owned. She had craved this feeling all her life and now that she had found it with him, she was happy to submit her independence, her body and even her dignity to be his bitch.

 

“I am your bitch.” She looked into his eyes, her conviction strong in her words, “I will do anything on your command. Saari life tumhari kutiya ban ke rahogi.”

 

[I will remain your bitch for my entire life.]

 

Vikas smiled, “Well, that is your destiny, my bitch.”

 

“Mmmmm.” Surveen pressed her lips on his lips and kissed him with a vengeance. His insolent smile was too much. It was like he took her for granted. If she was his bitch, so what, he had many more. She was not special. She was just his fucktoy to drill and dump his load. She was just fuckmeat. There was no more humiliating thought than that for a beautiful girl who was proud of her looks and body.

 

That was the thought that made Surveen’s pussy erupt again in less than a minute from her first orgasm. She thrashed about helplessly on his lap as he pumped her cunt full of his manmeat while she came hard, her pussy juices soaking his cock, giving him more lubrication to drill her as deep as he wanted.

 

Vikas dipped his head and sucked her tits while keeping her buttocks in his grip, squeezing hard as he jammed his cock painfully deep in her cunt. Surveen was overwhelmed by the sensations flooding her body and mind. She had been thinking about this moment for as long as she had been away from him and now that she was there, impaled on his cock, she was overflooded with pain and pleasure, just the way she had imagined, but still better. It didn’t make sense to her why she liked him so much.

 

He had totally manipulated her. He had fired her and then made her beg to be fucked. He had not negotiated with her or even given her an option to save face. No, he had directly and brutally crushed her, stripped her of her pride and then shattered her on his office sofa like she was nothing but a fucktoy. And Surveen had accepted all that, loved it and begged for more. It wasn’t just that his cock could make her see heaven, it was more than that.

 

She was not lying that the more time she spent with Prakash, the more she craved being in the strict and rough grip of Vikas. She could play Prakash like an instrument. She could make him drool and use his lust to control him. Already he worshipped her like a goddess and Surveen could make him sit up and beg like a dog if she wanted. And yet, it did not satisfy her soul as much as kneeling at Vikas' feet and telling him to use and abuse her, knowing he will allow her no pride, no dignity, not even self-respect, he would simply break her and let his cock own her.

 

That cock was so deep in her pussy that each thrust was knocking the breath out of Surveen’s lungs and making her blood heat up in her veins. She was trying hard but was not able to keep control of her mind or body. He was fucking her brains out, Surveen could not even think clearly with that massive beast ripping her cunt apart and Vikas seemed to have full control of her, himself and the situation. Suddenly, Vikas lifted his hand and slapped her breast.

 

“Ah!” Surveen yelped as his hand made her hot, wet breast sting so hard that she felt the pain in her cunt, deep in her cunt.

 

He grabbed her hair, jerked it and slapped her other breast, holding her in his grip like a bitch on leash.

 

“Mumma!” Surveen cried out, her pussy erupting like a river in flood as the pain made her pussy tingle. Her body felt like it was melting from the heat but Surveen didn’t want to stop. She wanted him to keep using her, abusing her soft, delicate body and putting her in her place.

 

“Whose bitch are you, Surveen?” He said in her ear and sucked her neck, still holding her by the hair and driving his cock so deep into her vagina that it was blowing her mind.

 

“Yours!” She panted in his ear “Only yours. Bas aap ki kutiya hoon main. Aap maalik ho mere.”

 

[I am only your bitch. You are my master.]

 

“Do you know your place?” His voice was heavy now, his cock was throbbing hard in her cunt and she could feel his tight as they hit her ass hole with his powerful, brutally deep strokes.

 

“My place is under you.” She pressed her face in the crook of his neck, trying to take shelter from the storm that was coming “I am your whore. Your footrest. An object in your collection. I will obey anything you say, it’s my place, my destiny to follow your commands.”

 

“You know you will never be more than a fucktoy for me?” He was getting hot and breathless, his words were coming slowly and heavy with his breath.

 

“I...yes, Sir...it’s my....I want to drink your cum, Sir.” She begged as she felt the urgency in his strokes “Please, Sir, mere munh mein daal do. Please, I want to drink your cum. Please, Master.”

 

[Pump it in my mouth.]

 

Vikas didn’t answer, but he lifted her off his cock. She moved quickly and sat on her knees on the carpet, her mouth open, her focus on his throbbing cock. She barely had time to close her mouth around his cockhead before it exploded. She quickly pushed down on it and swallowed his throbbing, pulsating cock in her mouth, his hot, creamy cum hitting the back of her throat.

 

He grunted and fucked her mouth, holding her by the hair, feeding her his cum. Surveen’s moans were long and satisfied as she tasted his cum and drank it like her favourite drink. She kept her luscious, red lips wrapped around his cock as she drank every drop of his cum like precious nectar which could not be wasted. She was thinking how hot it would be to kiss Prakash right now, with Vikas’ cum all over her lips and tongue. She decided to do it some time when there was an opportunity to tame Prakash the way he deserved.

 

She found that some drops of cum had dribbled down her chin. She took his cock out of her mouth only long enough to scoop those drops with her finger and eat them. Then they continued sucking his cock clean, looking up at him, letting him see how happy she was to be worshipping his cock.

 

“This cock owns you now, you know that, don’t you?” He looked down in her eyes and caressed her cheeks.

 

Surveen nodded as she continued sucking his cock. Within a minute, his cock was getting hard in her mouth again. Surveen sucked harder, letting his cockhead hit the back of her throat. Watching her submission was as hot for Vikas as her expert cocksucking. He pushed his fingers into her silken dark hair as he started to fuck her face. Soon his cock was fully hard and throbbing, barely fitting in her mouth. He pulled it out.

 

“Ghodi ban jao.” He told Surveen.

 

[Bend over.]

 

Even before the words were out of his mouth, Surveen was moving to his desk. She placed her hands on his desk to bend over, stepping away from the desk and arching her back so her ass was pushed up invitingly. Her short dress was riding up, baring both her holes. She spread her wider, stepping out on her whore heels, making that invitation much more tempting and submissive. She lowered her head to complete the picture of submission – a stunning beauty offered for use of a powerful man.

 

Vikas' cock was throbbing uncontrollably hard and he was not in a mood to be patient. He grabbed her ass cheeks, pulled them open and pushed his cock into her anus with a firm, decisive stroke. His cock was lubricated with her saliva and slid in smoothly, stretching her tight, puckered anus, piercing through both her sphincters to pop into her ass.

 

“Ah, mumma!” Surveen screamed as the pain from his rough entry spread over her body like an earthquake cracking the earth for miles around. She gripped his desk harder, trying to dig her nails into the glass as her eyes watered and her knees felt weak.

 

Vikas reached around and grabbed her tits. He squeezed her full, hot tits in both hands and used them as hand grips to hold her in place as he pushed in again, penetrating her tight ass, his cockhead pushing past her rectum already. Surveen gasped and squirmed in her heels as the fresh pain made her cunt pulse deep inside, her hunger coming to the surface and making her body buzz all over. This was what she thought about when she was with Prakash, being impaled on Vikas' cock and ripped apart, taught her place in vivid, brutal lessons. She could feel her heart thumping in her chest as she thought about what was coming next. He would not spare her, he would destroy her ass with his cock and Surveen will have to take all of it.

 

That feeling of helplessness was the ultimate arousal for Surveen. She was a smoking hot woman and she had never met a man she could not play. And then she had met Vikas. In that one meeting he had destroyed her completely, fucking her, firing her and then claiming her fully. He had shattered her confidence and bent her to his will as easily as Surveen herself used to break men with her beauty and her brain. When she had gone home that day, she had wondered what she had done. She had begged to be sodomized by the same man who had just fired her from the job. She had knelt at his feet and sucked his cock clean after he had destroyed her ass. But the weird thing was that even when she was chiding herself for being an easy whore, she knew she would beg for his cock again and again.

 

“Who owns this ass, Surveen?” Vikas nibbled her earlobe as he continued fucking her tight, hot ass in and out, the thick rod moving smoothly but causing so much friction that her anus felt like a ring of fire and Surveen could feel the flames all over her body.

 

“You do, Sir. You own my ass.” She breathed, “Aap jaiise chahe meri gaand maaro, aap kak haq hai. Tod do mujhe. Meri gaand tod do. Mujhe barbaad kar do.”

 

[You can fuck my ass however you want, it's your right. Break me. Break my ass. Destroy me.]

 

Her submission was like an electric charge for Vikas. His cock flexed in her ass and when she whimpered, he squeezed her tits and fucked her harder, drilling in and out of her tight ass, using his hips to fuck her ass deep and hard, making her rock forward instinctively as his thrust hurt in her ass, but he pulled her back using her tits, making her yelp from the double pain.

 

“Oh, God, Sir!” Surveen cried out as the deep penetration heated her body up so much that she exploded. She was clawing the glass as her pussy pumped out her hot, oily juices, and her legs felt like she would collapse any second. She kept her grip on the desk and pushed back, showing him that she was ready for more abuse from his brutal cock no matter what he did to her.

 

He sucked her neck, the smell of her young, gorgeous body driving him wild. He jammed his cock deeper into her ass while she was cumming, and Surveen yelped as his cock invaded her anal canal incredibly deep in one thrust. Her knees felt weak and she would have collapsed if Vikas didn’t have her in a tight grip, holding her by her tits while keeping her impaled on his long, hard shaft. He passed his hands up and gripped her shoulder, his forearms crushing her full, firm tits, while he held her tight against his body, his cock pounding her ass like a mindless, ferocious beast.

 

Surveen felt even more helpless as he took her body in such a tight, firm grip that she could not go anywhere. And then he proceeded to destroy her ass. She was already feeling overwhelmed by his force; now as he started to drill her ass with his massive cock in and out, she felt her breath taken away with each thrust. She tried to take shallow breaths to survive that hard, rough abuse but even that was difficult as her pussy was sending such hot, electric shocks into her body that Surveen was not able to breathe or talk, just moan as she surrendered herself in his arms.

 

Vikas kissed her neck and sucked her earlobe, his breath hot on her face as he fucked her like an annimal, using and abusing her gorgeous body like a heartless beast, jamming his cock so deep into her ass that it was stretching open her anal canal and Surveen felt like he would stuff this meaty shaft so deep into her body that it would come out in her throat. It was when she was feeling so utterly helpless under him that her pussy exploded with a raw, violent orgasm that made her body shake from head to toe.

 

"Ah! Ah! Sir! Mar gayee!" Surveen cried out as her pussy pumped out her hot, oily cum and it felt like she had current buzzing all over her body.

 

[Ah! Ah! Sir! I'm dead!]

 

"My bitch. Only mine," Vikas said as he grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard, using them for grip as he pulled her back and stuffed his cock deeper into her ass.

 

"Oh, mumma!" Surveen felt a lightning bolt shoot up from her pussy and her knees weakened.

 

Vikas gripped her by the hair and pushed her down. Surveen gasped as her hot tits pressed on the cold, hard glass, but she was in no position to resist. With her upper body resting on the glass desktop, it did not matter if her knees gave way, and Vikas took full advantage of this fact as he started drilling her ass like a machine, using her ruthlessly, stuffing his cock incredibly deep into her ass. Surveen could feel his cock fucking right through her anal canal now and she was feeling that same fear that she always felt with him that his cock would never come out of her ass now; it was too thick, and it was too deep in her now.

 

"Ah, God!" she cried out as her pussy exploded again. She didn't know why, but the harder he used her, the more terrified she was under him, the harder and faster her orgasms were.

 

Gripping the desk with both hands, Surveen clawed the glass with her nails while submitting to his abuse without any conditions. He owned her now, and he never let her forget it. She knew it all the time, but when she was under him, she felt it in her bones, in the very fabric of her soul.

 

"I am your whore," she whimpered without being asked, but it felt good to her to say it. "You own my body, my heart, everything, Sir. I am your bitch. Bas aap ki kutiya hoon main."

 

[I am just your bitch.]

 

Her submission was just as arousing for Vikas as his rough abuse was to her. She loved that his cock flexed in her ass when she declared her submission to him. It hurt in her ass, but she loved this pain. She kept her legs open and tried to keep her ass pushed up so he had full access to all of her. She was bent over low now, lined up directly for his cock to drill like a steel piston slamming into a well-oiled hole.

 

When he grabbed her neck and pressed her cheek to the glass, she knew he was getting more excited and it wouldn't be long before he would mark her, but she knew that he would use her incredibly roughly before that point and she was terrified and excited in anticipation of that abuse. His cock was now drilling through her anal canal and she knew it would poke into her bowels any second now.

 

"Oh, mumma!" She yelped when the moment came. She knew he fucked her so impossibly deep every time, but she never got quite used to it. The hot pain that generated from her ass spread over her body like strong waves in the sea. She felt something warm and wet under her cheek and realized that her eyes had been leaking this whole time.

 

She didn't get much time to think about it as Vikas continued to destroy her ass like a monster and it was driving all other thoughts from her mind except the one that matters—that she belonged to this cock now. She had thought about this cock so much that having it in her ass now had a surreal feeling. Surveen was in a dream where nothing mattered, the rest of the world didn't exist; it was she and the man who owned her body, heart, and soul.

 

"Ow! Ow! God," she yelped as his strokes got rough and urgent. His cockhead was fucking into her bowels and again Surveen got the feeling that he was fully capable of fucking through her, jamming his cock into her throat from below. Impossible as it was, the thought gave her the feeling of being a piece of meat on a sharp stick and that helpless feeling made her pussy explode again.

 

"Ah, Vikas! Vikas! Ah! Ah, god!" She always called him 'Sir' or 'Boss' or 'Master' but when he drove her past the edge of sanity with his rough abuse, she screamed his name without making a conscious decision to do so. She was now in that zone where she was just his whore and nothing more.

 

"Ungh! Fuck, Surveen!" Vikas grunted as his cock exploded in her ass. He kept his grip on her neck and kept her pinned to the desktop as he demolished her ass mercilessly. His cock was pulsing in her ass and Surveen was moaning as she felt his furious heat flood her bowels. He kept pummelling her ass hard and deep, and she gripped the desk, clawing the glass, surrendering to his abuse willingly like this was what she was born for.

 

For the next several minutes, there was only the sound of heavy breathing in the room. Vikas slowed his strokes down and finally stopped, his cock buried balls-deep in Surveen's tight ass. He kissed her neck and back, his breath hot on her skin. Then he finally pulled his cock out of her ass.

 

Surveen moaned as the cold air rushed into her hot, gaping ass. She ignored that and got up, taking support on the desktop with both hands. She went down on her knees on the carpet and took support on Vikas' thighs as she started licking his cock clean, eating his cum. As his cock began to get thick and hard again, she sucked it back and forth, taking it deep in her mouth to clean up all the cum from it onto her tongue.

 

"I can never thank you enough for breaking me." She stopped to look up at him. "Every time you shatter me, I feel so grateful!"

 

He smiled and caressed her cheek. "You are my pet bitch, Surveen!"

 

"Yes, I am." She nodded with conviction. "Main aapki paltu kutiya hoon."

 

[I am your pet bitch.]

 

He stroked her "Eat your food, my bitch."

 

Surveen lowered her head and started licking his cum-drenched cock.

 

Chapter 2 - Jennifer Takes a Challenge

"Good morning, Sir." Jennifer Winget entered Vikas' cabin hesitantly.

 

Vikas looked up. "Good morning, Jen. Come in. Take a seat."

 

"Sir, I saw the file you left on Jacqueline's desk. About the new green project." Jennifer kept standing.

 

"Mhmmm." Vikas nodded. "So?"

 

"Sir, you give all projects to Jacqueline only." Jennifer decided to be brave. "I want to lead this one."

 

"Darling, Jacqueline has already submitted a project proposal for it," Vikas said gently. "Maybe you can have the next one?"

 

Jennifer stood her ground. "Sir, give me one day, just twenty-four hours. I will submit a better proposal."

 

Vikas thought only for a second. "Alright. If you can, then you can have the project."

 

"Not just that, Sir, if I submit a better plan then..." She lost her nerve.

 

"Then?" Vikas prompted her.

 

Jennifer took a breath and looked at him. "I know Jacqueline is your bitch, Sir. Aap usi ki lete ho aur wo aap ki favourite kutiya hai. If I get the project I also want to be your bitch."

 

[You fuck her and she is your favourite bitch.]

 

Vikas looked her up and down.

 

 

 

Jennifer was a beautiful girl with sharp, gorgeous features and a slender body. She was wearing a sheer white shirt that she had tied below her breasts. Inside the shirt, she was wearing a black tube top that showed a nice, tasteful cleavage. Her skirt was a metallic silver wraparound miniskirt. She was wearing five-inch high heels with platforms. She looked professional but also very fuckable.

 

Vikas got up from his seat. "Come here."

 

As Jennifer came around his desk, Vikas sat up on his desk and beckoned her closer. Jennifer walked in between his legs. He wrapped his arm around her slender waist and pulled her close until his thighs were pressing on her body from each side. Jennifer was breathing heavily, her breasts heaving visibly in her tight top. They heaved even more as Vikas started untying her shirt.

 

"So, you want to take Jackie's place?" Vikas pulled her shirt off her shoulders and dropped it on his desk.

 

"Why would I take her place? I will make my own place." Jennifer was feeling bold now. She looked at him and said, "Two hooks in the back."

 

"Hmmm." Vikas unhooked her tube top and dropped it on top of her shirt. He took her soft, firm breasts in his hands and fondled them slowly, feeling them get harder in his hands, her nipples getting erect.

 

"There is space for more than one bitch in your stable," she said, putting her hands on his shoulders and rubbing slowly, feeling the heat of his body heating her up as well.

 

"My stable?" Vikas left her tits and moved his hands around to her back. He caressed her smooth, bare back as he pulled her intimately close until her breasts were almost touching his chest. "Do I have a stable?"

 

"You know you do." Jennifer put her arms around his neck and looked up into his eyes. "I know you do, and I want to be added to it."

 

He brushed her hair from her cheek, keeping his right hand on her lower back, almost touching her ass crack. "Jen, you are a gorgeous piece of ass. It's not like I have not thought about sinking my dick in you, but... someone told me you have a boyfriend?"

 

"It's not relevant." She leaned in closer, caressing his neck while her breasts brushed on his chest. "If I have one, he can be left, or not, as you decide. I know what it means to be your bitch. Aap ki kutiya banna chahti hoon, to wafadaar rahoongi."

 

[I want to be your bitch, so I will be loyal.]

 

 

"Hmmm," he rubbed her smooth back up and down. "My bitches wear backless dresses and short, very short skirts."

 

"I will wear what you like." She nodded.

 

"And very high heels; I like my girls in whore heels." He caressed her cheek and let his fingers wrap around her shapely neck.

 

"What you like, you will get," Jennifer promised.

 

"No panties. Ever." He leaned in close, his lips only inches from her soft, red lips.

 

"That one I know," she said. "And I follow it."

 

Vikas pressed his lips on hers. Jennifer moaned and pressed in harder, kissing him with a passion that had been denied too long. She put her hand behind his neck and parted her lips as she crushed them to his rough, demanding lips. Her tongue met his and they battled in a dance of lust. Jennifer sighed and let his tongue enter her mouth, taking control, exploring her, fucking her mouth in and out, feeding her his saliva. She drank his saliva and sucked his tongue for more.

 

His hands were on her ass, kneading her tight ass cheeks, rubbing her smooth back and moving up to caress her cheek. Jennifer was melting into his arms, trying to show him that she meant every word that she had said. His breath was caressing her face and she was loving the smell of his body so close to hers.

 

They broke the breathless kiss, but Vikas kept his hand behind her neck, keeping her so close that his lips were still just an inch from her.

 

"Delicious!" he said.

 

"So, grab a spoon and eat me," Jennifer smiled.

 

Vikas kissed her soft, moist lips slowly, then pulled back to look at her.

 

"Do I get my chance?" she asked.

 

Vikas nodded. "Bring your proposal tomorrow. I will read it with my cock in your mouth."

 

"Mmm," Jennifer moaned.

 

"And if it's good, you will get the project and a chance, just a chance," he warned her, "to become my bitch."

 

"How will that chance turn into your leash around my neck?" she asked confidently.

 

"With your performance. Professionally, you will need to do great on the project," Vikas kept his hand on her ass, "and privately, you will show me that you are a total whore, a whore that I can own and control."

 

Jennifer nodded. "I can do all that. I want to know one thing."

 

"Ask," he moved his left hand and fondled her tits, which were rock hard now with arousal.

 

"Tomorrow, I get to suck your cock, and I am grateful for that," Jennifer looked into his eyes, "but when do I earn the chance to be under you? When will you sink your dick in me?"

 

"You know this project is in collaboration with a huge company—Royal Group?" he said.

 

Jennifer nodded. "I know."

 

"When we have our first project meeting with them, make me look good in the meeting with your performance," Vikas said. "And you will go home fully shattered and covered in my cum that night."

 

"Promise?" Jennifer said eagerly.

 

Vikas nodded. "You have my word."

 

"I will earn it," Jennifer said.

 

"Go and start working," Vikas said, without letting her out of his arms.

 

"Can I have my clothes?" she smiled.

 

"You can have one of them," Vikas said.

 

"Oh." That made Jennifer think. Her shirt was quite translucent, which would show the shape of her tits, and the tube top was very skimpy; it would be like walking around in her bra in the office. She decided to go the bold route. "The shirt."

 

Vikas picked up her shirt and helped her put it on. He tied it himself in a way that lifted her breasts into a nice, deep, wide cleavage. Then he pulled it aside and sucked her breast, teasing her nipple with his tongue. Jennifer moaned and squirmed. Vikas did the same thing to her other breast, making her moan louder as her pussy got soaking wet.

 

He pulled back. With his saliva on her tits, now they were even more visible through the sheer shirt. Her nipples were hard and poking through the thin fabric.

 

"You know how to drive a girl crazy." Jennifer smiled. "Tomorrow this time, I will know the taste of your cum."

 

Vikas picked up her tube top and handed it to her. "This is the beginning of your destruction. Welcome."

 

Jennifer's pussy tingled the way he said it. She swallowed and nodded. Then, carrying her tube top in her hand, she left his office, her legs trembling, her heart excited, and her mind determined.

 

Chapter 3 - Parineeti Runs Things Her Way

"Sir, do you have a minute?" Parineeti said as Vikas came out of his office.

 

"For you? Always, darling!" Vikas walked into her office, which was right outside his private cabin.

 

 

Parineeti came out from behind her desk. She was wearing a stylish top with a scoop neck and no back, paired with a short, tight micromini skirt. Even in the office, she wore clubbing shoes with pointed heels and platforms. She always dressed for her boss and never wore panties. She took care of his office but was available for his personal use as well.

 

Vikas slipped his arm around her slender waist and she cuddled up to him like a girlfriend, not a personal secretary.

 

"Have I told you today how hot you look?" He rubbed her ass in that thin, tight skirt.

 

"This morning when you were checking your mail, you know when I was under your desk sucking your cock?" She smiled. She was very proud of being his personal property and never failed to show it.

 

He smiled and squeezed her ass. "Oh, never mind then. What did you want to talk about?"

 

"Boss, main to aap ka hi maal hoon." She smiled.

 

[I am your property.]

 

He wrapped his arm around her neck and let his hand drop down on her chest. Parineeti didn't even bat an eye when he slipped his hand inside her top and started fondling her soft, bare breast.

 

She spoke normally, like discussing normal business. "Sir, this lady has been chasing me up like crazy to get time with you."

 

"Which lady?" Vikas wrapped his fingers around her young, firm breast and squeezed slowly, rubbing her nipple with his thumb.

 

"The owner of the security agency we hire," Parineeti said. "She has been hounding me to get some time with you. She says she has something to discuss and that you had also asked her to look into a stalker situation. She says if you are busy in the day, she is happy to meet you for dinner to discuss everything."

 

"Dinner, huh?" Vikas narrowed his eyes, his fingers closing tightly around Parineeti's full, warm breast.

 

"Mmmm. Exactly what I thought." Parineeti moaned. "She wants something, and you know what I think?"

 

"What do you think?" He moved his hand and played with her other breast.

 

"I think wo de degi aap ko." Parineeti smiled.

 

[She will sprad for you.]

 

"Why do you think so?" Vikas continued to play with her hot tits.

 

"She either wants something or maybe she just likes you, but she will come under you," Parineeti said. "I get that vibe from her, like you know, good girl slut."

 

"What's that?" Vikas said.

 

"You know, like me, har kisi ko nahin degi, but the man she likes, uske neeche bichh jayegi." Parineeti gave him a meaningful look.

 

[She won't give it to everyone, but for the man she likes, she will lie down for him.]

 

"Hmmm. What's her name?"

 

"Mrunal Thakur."

 

"Sounds dangerous. Is she hot?"

 

"Boss, she is gorgeous. Like, genuinely gorgeous," Parineeti said. "I think if you break her right, you can own her and boss, believe me, you will want this girl on your leash."

 

"If you were a man..."

 

"Then I would nail her, break her with my dick and make sure she knew that she now belonged to me," Parineeti replied without hesitation. They had played this game before about other girls.

 

"Le loon uski?" Vikas said. "I mean if she's willing."

 

[Should I fuck her?]

 

"Wo degi, Sir," Parineeti said. "Le lo."

 

[She will give it, Sir. Fuck her.]

 

"OK, arrange a meeting with her, but not a dinner; something from which I could take her home if things worked out," Vikas said. "Will I need a full dinner to break her?"

 

"Probably not, but she's a good girl slut; I think you should give her a full dinner and work on her properly so you don't just fuck her but bring her into your possession," Parineeti said. "I am telling you, you will want to possess this piece. She's delicious!"

 

"Alright, then dinner. Check my calendar," Vikas said. "Time is at a premium; we have to leave on Monday for the US also."

 

"You will be glad you broke her before you went," Parineeti said. "I will fit her in somewhere, dinner, coffee or anything. I will explore her a bit to see if she will spread for you in the first meeting or not, then I will plan your meeting with her that way."

 

 

"Good." Vikas was rubbing her smooth, bare back slowly up and down. "Aur tumhari kab lee thi last time?"

 

[And when did I last fuck you?]

 

"You don't know aapne meri kab li thi?" Parineeti challenged. "Aap ko yaad nahin hai aapne mujhe kab choda tha?"

 

[You don't know when you fucked me? Don't you remember when you fucked me?]

 

"Uh-huh." Vikas smiled a cheeky smile.

 

"Mr. Malhotra," Parineeti came in front of him and pinned him back against her desk. She put her arms around his neck and pulled his head close to hers. "Don't play these games with me. Aap ko achchhi tarah yaad hai aap ne mujhe kab choda tha."

 

[You remember very well when you fucked me.]

 

"No clue," Vikas said innocently.

 

Parineeti closed her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his until her breasts were flattened on his chest. She leaned in and bit his lower lip, then pulled it with her teeth.

 

"Ow!" Vikas said. "OK, OK, I remember."

 

"What do you remember?" Parineeti demanded, leaving his lip.

 

"Car mein li thi tumhari, Friday ko."

 

[I fucked you in the car on Friday.]

 

"Friday evening, when you offered to drop me home," Parineeti said, "and then you said I smelt nice. I said I tasted even better. And then what?"

 

"Car rok ke lee thi tumhari." Vikas grinned.

 

[Stopping the car, I fucked you.]

 

"Aap ne car mein meri gaand maari thi," Parineeti said. "I was screaming so much."

 

[You fucked my ass in the car.]

 

"Thankfully, nobody heard it," Vikas said.

 

"Because we were parked next to the train tracks, the train noise was slightly louder than my screams," Parineeti smiled.

 

"Just a little," Vikas grinned.

 

Parineeti rubbed his chest slowly. "You are so weird, boss. I work here all day, aap jab chahe meri le sakte ho. Or you can take me home, Kajal knows I am your property, you can keep me all night if you want. But no, kahan choda? Sadak kinare gaadi rok ke choda. Wahan pe gaand maari where anybody can see us."

 

[You can fuck me whenever you want. where did you fuck me? You stopped the car by the roadside and fucked me. You fucked my ass there where anybody could see us.]