Adultery My fiancé climbs the corporate ladder

[Givemeextra]

As he cleans himself up, Arijit's mind races. How will he make it through the next few days, knowing what Anita and her boss are likely doing? The thought sends another jolt of arousal through him, and he groans in frustration. This "business trip" is going to be the longest few days of his life. And as much as he hates himself for it, a part of him can't wait to see what state Anita will be in when she returns.

Yup, confirmed this Arijit is Cucked and become a Cuck. 

Hope to see revealing pictures of wifey [with boss] being shared to Arijit (we readers also want same )  and scenes of Anita taking to Arijit while getting groped, chocking on boss cuck and even getting banged by boss.

[LustyLeo]

Awesome update

[fuckandforget]

Excellent

[incest_cuck]

Back to Anita’s journey:

As Anita steps out of her apartment building, her heart races at the sight of her boss leaning against his sleek, charcoal gray Audi A6. The car is luxurious without being ostentatious - much like the man himself. His eyes light up as they rake over her figure, sending a shiver down her spine. Her navy blue sheath dress hugs her curves in all the right places, the hemline falling just above her knees - professional, yet tantalizing. The dress's neckline dips into a modest V, hinting at her cleavage without revealing too much. A thin belt accentuates her waist, and the three-quarter sleeves add an air of sophistication while concealing any lingering marks from their last encounter.

Supratim pushes himself off the car, his movements fluid and predatory. "Good morning, Anita." he purrs, his voice low and rich. "You look... absolutely stunning."

His gaze lingers on the way the dress clings to her hips, and Anita feels a flush creeping up her neck. "Thank you, sir." she murmurs, lowering her eyes demurely. "I hope this is appropriate for the trip."

Supratim steps closer, close enough that Anita can smell his expensive cologne. "Oh, it's perfect!", he assures her, his breath warm against her ear. "Though I must say, I'm looking forward to seeing what else you've packed."

He takes her suitcase, his fingers brushing against hers for a moment longer than necessary. As he loads it into the trunk, Anita can't help but admire the way his tailored suit stretches across his broad shoulders.

"Shall we?", Supratim asks, opening the passenger door for her. As Anita slides into the leather seat, she's acutely aware of how her dress rides up slightly, exposing a bit more of her thigh. Her boss’s sharp intake of breath tells her he's noticed too.

Once he's seated behind the wheel, Supratim turns to her with a wolfish grin. "Ready for an exciting trip?" The double entendre hangs in the air between them, thick with promise and forbidden desire. Anita swallows hard, her mouth suddenly dry.

"Yes.", she manages to reply, her voice barely above a whisper. As her boss pulls away from the curb, his hand briefly rests on her knee, squeezing gently before returning to the gear shift. The touch, innocent as it may seem, sends a jolt of electricity through Anita's body.

As the familiar streets of her neighborhood fade into the distance, a subtle shift occurs in her boss’s demeanor. The polite, professional mask he wore outside her apartment building slowly melts away, revealing the predatory glint in his eyes that Anita has come to both fear and crave. His hand finds its way back to her knee, his thumb tracing lazy circles on her skin just below the hem of her dress. The touch sends conflicting waves of discomfort and arousal through her body. She shifts in her seat, torn between the urge to lean into his touch and the impulse to push his hand away.

"You seem tense, babe." Supratim observes, his voice low and smooth. "Perhaps you need a little... relaxation." His fingers inch higher, pushing the fabric of her dress up ever so slightly.

Anita's breath catches in her throat. "Supratim, I... we shouldn't…", she protests weakly, even as her body betrays her with a slight shiver of anticipation.

Supratim chuckles, the sound dark and rich. "Oh, Anita…", he purrs, "We both know 'shouldn't' has never stopped us before. Not in college, and certainly not a couple of nights ago in my office."

His words bring a flood of memories - their passionate encounters during their college days, and the intense, forbidden moment they shared just a few nights before. It was the first time they had crossed that line since their youthful indiscretions, and the guilt of it weighs heavily on Anita. She thinks of Arijit, awake and watching her leave this morning, his trusting smile etched in her mind. The guilt twists in her gut like a knife.

"I have a fiancé. I’m getting married soon.", she whispers, her voice trembling.

Supratim's hand retreats, but his smirk remains. "And yet, here you are.", he replies, his tone maddeningly smug. "Tell me, Anita, does your precious Arijit make you feel the way I do?" Anita turns to look out the window, unable to meet Supratim's gaze. She doesn't answer, but her silence speaks volumes.

As they merge onto the highway, Supratim's hand returns to the gear shift. But every so often, as he changes gears, his knuckles brush against her thigh. Each touch feels deliberate, a reminder of the power he holds over her. Her breath hitches as her boss’s fingers linger, tracing lazy patterns on her skin. The touch is light, almost innocent, but the intent behind it is unmistakable. His hand inches higher, pushing the hem of her dress up ever so slightly, exposing more of her thigh.

"You know, Anita," Supratim murmurs, his voice low and husky, "I've always admired your... dedication to your work." His fingers dance along the edge of her dress, teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. "Your willingness to go above and beyond."

Anita squirms in her seat, torn between the urge to press her legs together and the traitorous desire to part them further. "Supratim, please.", she whispers, unsure if she's begging him to stop or continue.

He chuckles, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "Please what, babe?" His hand moves higher, his touch growing bolder. "Tell me what you want." Anita's mind races, memories of their latest encounter in his office flooding her senses. The feel of his hands on her body, the taste of his lips, the way he made her forget everything but the pleasure he could give her. She bites her lip, fighting against the moan threatening to escape.

Supratim's fingers brush against the edge of her panties, and Anita gasps. "I... I don't know." she admits, her voice trembling with conflicting emotions.

"I think you do.", he purrs, his fingers tracing the lace edge of her underwear. "I think you know exactly what you want. What you need." Anita's breath comes in short, ragged gasps as Supratim's touch ignites a fire within her. She knows she should stop this, push his hand away, but her body betrays her, arching slightly into his touch.

"Supratim…", she whimpers, her voice a mix of desire and desperation.

The alpha male boss chuckles darkly, his fingers dipping just beneath the edge of her panties. "Yes, Anita? Tell me what's on your mind. What's making you squirm so deliciously in that seat?"

His thumb brushes against her most sensitive spot, and Anita has to bite her lip to stifle a moan. "We... we shouldn't.", she protests weakly again, even as her thighs part further, inviting more of his touch.

"Shouldn't we?" Supratim's voice is silky smooth, dripping with seduction. "Your body seems to disagree. Tell me, does Arijit make you this wet with just a touch?" The mention of her fiancé's name sends a jolt of guilt through Anita, but it's quickly overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure Supratim is coaxing from her body. She shakes her head, unable to form words.

"I didn't think so.", he says smugly. His fingers delve deeper, finding her slick heat. "Only I can do this to you, Anita. Only I know exactly how to touch you, how to make you fall apart." Anita's hips buck involuntarily, seeking more friction. She's teetering on the edge, her body wound tight like a spring ready to snap.

Just as she feels herself about to tumble over the precipice, Supratim withdraws his hand completely. Anita lets out a frustrated whimper, her body aching for release. "Not yet, my dear.", he says, his voice thick with promise. "We have a long trip ahead of us. Plenty of time for me to remind you exactly who you belong to."

As Anita struggles to catch her breath and regain her composure, she can't help but wonder how she'll survive the next few days. With each passing mile, her resolve weakens, and the line between right and wrong becomes increasingly blurred. The worst part? A growing part of her doesn't want to resist at all.

As her boss’s Audi A6 pulls into the VIP parking area of the train station, Anita feels a mix of relief and trepidation. The drive had been a torturous blend of arousal and guilt, leaving her both physically and emotionally on edge. Supratim steps out first, his imposing figure drawing immediate attention. He's dressed impeccably in a tailored charcoal suit that screams power and wealth. As he moves to open Anita's door, she takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what's to come. Anita emerges from the car, her navy blue sheath dress hugging her curves in all the right places. The dress is professional yet undeniably alluring, with a hemline that hits just above her knees and a neckline that offers a tantalizing hint of cleavage. Her high heels accentuate her short yet shapely legs, adding a touch of sensuality to her businesslike appearance.

As they approach the platform, several crew members rush to greet them. Their eyes light up with recognition at the sight of Supratim, but their expressions quickly shift to a mixture of knowing smirks and barely concealed leers when they spot Anita.

"Mr. Chakraborty! Welcome back, sir.", a portly conductor says, his gaze lingering a bit too long on Anita's figure. "Your private cabin is ready, as always."

A younger crew member steps forward, reaching for their luggage. His eyes dart between Supratim and Anita, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. "Can I help with your bags, miss?" he asks, stumbling over the last word as if unsure how to address her. Anita notices the way they look at her, the assumptions clear in their eyes. She feels a hot flush of embarrassment creep up her neck, realizing how this must appear.

An older stewardess approaches, her smile a bit too knowing. "Mr. Chakraborty, we've stocked the cabin with your usual preferences. Extra champagne and... privacy measures have been taken care of." She winks, not even attempting to hide her implication. Supratim merely nods, slipping a generous tip into the conductor's hand. The message is clear - discretion is expected and will be well-rewarded.

As they board the train, Anita can feel the eyes of the crew on her back. She hears hushed whispers and poorly stifled chuckles. The realization of how she's being perceived - as just another in a long line of her boss’s conquests - hits her hard. Her boss guides her to their private cabin with a possessive hand on the small of her back. As the door closes behind them, shutting out the knowing looks and whispers, Anita feels a strange mix of relief and shame.

"Well," Supratim purrs, his eyes roaming over her body, "shall we make ourselves comfortable for the journey ahead?" Anita swallows hard, acutely aware of her position - trapped in a private cabin with a man who clearly has no intention of maintaining professional boundaries, mistaken for an escort by the crew, and worst of all, feeling an undeniable thrill at the entire situation.

As the train lurches into motion, Supratim settles onto the opposite berth, his posture relaxed yet commanding. Anita perches nervously on the edge of her seat, her navy blue dress riding up slightly to reveal more of her shapely thighs.

"Shall we discuss tomorrow's presentation?" Supratim suggests, his tone deceptively professional as he retrieves documents from his briefcase.

For the next half hour, they review the materials, Anita growing increasingly confused and aroused. The sexual tension she'd anticipated has been replaced by... actual work?

As they near the end of their review, Supratim's demeanor subtly shifts. His voice drops an octave, taking on a husky quality that sends shivers down Anita's spine. He leans in closer, ostensibly to point out a detail on the page, but the movement brings his lips dangerously close to her ear.

"You've done well so far," he murmurs, his breath hot against her skin. "But I think it's time we move on to something more... challenging."

[Deepak Sanjeev]

Super update

[ShakirAli]

Nice Story Perchance!

[incest_cuck]

Supratim's grin widens at her reaction. "Now, why don't you read through this file? Don't stop until you've finished all fifteen pages."

As Anita begins to read, Supratim slides closer, his aftershave filling her senses. The scent is intoxicating - a heady mixture of sandalwood, musk, and something uniquely masculine that makes her pulse quicken. His presence overwhelms her, the heat from his body radiating against her side. His lips brush against her neck, feather-light at first, then with increasing pressure. Anita's breath catches in her throat as he traces a path from the sensitive spot just below her ear down to the junction of her neck and shoulder. His tongue darts out, tasting her skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

Supratim's breath is hot against her ear as he whispers, "Is this what you were expecting?"

His teeth graze her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. Anita tries to focus on the file, but the words blur before her eyes. She's acutely aware of every point of contact between them - his thigh pressing against hers, his chest brushing her arm, his lips on her skin. His tongue traces the delicate curve of her ear, dipping into the shell before swirling around the sensitive lobe. She bites back a moan, her fingers tightening on the edges of the file.

Supratim's hand comes up to cup the other side of her face, turning her head slightly to give him better access. His lips move to the sensitive spot just behind her ear, sucking gently. The sensation sends jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

"Answer me, Anita," he murmurs against her skin, his voice low and commanding. "Is this what you've been thinking about? What you've been craving?"

Anita remains silent, desperately trying to focus on the document, though the words blur before her. Her boss’s deft hands move to her breasts, cupping them through the fabric of her navy blue dress. The heat of his palms seeps through the material, sending shivers down her spine. At first, his touch is gentle, almost teasing. He kneads her breasts softly, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, which harden instantly despite her best efforts to remain unmoved. Anita bites her lip, struggling to maintain her composure as waves of pleasure course through her body.

When she doesn't respond verbally, Supratim's demeanor shifts. His grip tightens suddenly, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her breasts. He squeezes roughly, the pressure bordering on painful. "Nnnnggghhhh!", Anita can't help but let out a yelp, a sound caught between a gasp of surprise and a moan of pleasure.

The conflicting sensations send shockwaves through her system. The pain is sharp and immediate, making her breath catch in her throat. But it's quickly followed by a rush of arousal so intense it makes her head spin. Her nipples, already erect, now ache for more attention. "Hnnghhh... Ahhhhh..." Anita's breath comes in short, sharp pants, punctuated by soft whimpers of need.

Supratim maintains his firm grip, massaging her breasts with a possessive fervor. Each squeeze sends jolts of electricity straight to his employee’s core. She can feel herself growing wet, her thighs clenching involuntarily. "Mmmmmppphhhh... Ohhhhh..." A low, guttural moan rumbles from deep in Anita's throat, her body responding instinctively to Supratim's rough handling.

"Look at you," Supratim murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Trying so hard to resist. But your body betrays you, doesn't it?" His fingers find her nipples through the dress, pinching and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. The sensation is almost too much to bear. Anita arches her back involuntarily, pressing her chest further into his hands.

"Is this what you've been thinking about? What you've been craving?", Supratim demands to know.

"Yes," Anita finally gasps, admitting her desires.

Supratim smirks, satisfied. "Keep reading," he commands. "And don't you dare look away until you've finished every word." As Anita struggles to concentrate on the file, Supratim's hands roam freely. He hikes up her dress, fingers dancing along her inner thighs. His touch is maddening, alternating between gentle caresses and firm gropes.

"You have no idea what I have in store for you," Supratim whispers, his breath hot against her ear. "By the time this trip is over, you'll be begging for more." Anita shivers, both terrified and thrilled by the promise in his words.

Supratim's hands eventually move to the zipper of Anita's navy blue dress, slowly dragging it down her back. The cool air hits her skin, sending goosebumps across her flesh. With practiced ease, he peels the dress down her shoulders and arms, letting it pool around her waist. His eyes rake over her form, now clad only in a lacy white bra and the bunched fabric at her hips.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the edge of her bra strap. Anita shivers at his touch, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Supratim reaches behind her, unhooking her bra with a deft flick of his fingers. He slides the straps down her arms, letting the garment fall away to reveal her bare breasts.

For a moment, Supratim simply stares, drinking in the sight of her exposed form. His gaze is hungry, almost predatory, making Anita feel both vulnerable and incredibly aroused. Then, without warning, he leans in, capturing one of her nipples between his lips. His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, alternating between gentle licks and firm suction. His free hand roams her body, tracing the curves of her waist and hips, fingers dipping teasingly beneath the fabric still bunched at her waist.

"Mmmph... Ahh..." Anita moans, arching her back to press herself more firmly against Supratim's mouth. Her hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as waves of pleasure wash over her. The sensation is achingly familiar, yet thrillingly new. Unbidden, thoughts of her fiancé flood her mind - the way he would lavish attention on her breasts, teasing her to the brink of madness with just his tongue. The comparison only serves to heighten her arousal, guilt and pleasure intertwining in a dizzying cocktail.

Her eyes glaze over, the words on the page before her blurring into meaningless shapes. She's barely made it past the second page when Supratim's hand slips beneath the waistband of her panties, his fingers seeking out her heated core.

"Focus on the file," he commands, voice husky with desire.

Anita bites her lip, desperately trying to stifle her moans as Supratim's fingers explore her slick folds. He slides one finger inside her, then two, curling them to hit that spot that makes her see stars. A moan escapes her lips, sounding so much like the ones she'd make for her fiancé that shame and arousal war within her. Her boss spreads her legs wider, positioning her on the edge of the berth. His thumb finds her clit, circling it with maddening precision. Anita's breath comes in short gasps, her hips rocking against his hand of their own accord. She's leafing through the pages now, no longer even pretending to read, just desperate to finish so she can give in to the pleasure building within her.

Without warning, Supratim increases his pace, fingers pumping in and out of her furiously. Anita's world narrows to the sensations between her legs, her impending orgasm building like a tidal wave. Unconsciously, her hand moves to his crotch, feeling the hard outline of his arousal through his trousers.

When she orgasms, it's with a cry that she muffles against her arm, her body shaking with the force of her release. As the aftershocks subside, reality comes crashing back. She's half-naked, her dress bunched around her waist, breasts exposed, save for her engagement ring glinting on her finger. Her boss's hand is still buried between her thighs, fingers nestled beneath the hem of her hiked-up dress. Her own palm remains pressed against the impressive bulge in his trousers, feeling the heat and hardness of his erection through the fabric.

Anita's chest heaves as she struggles to catch her breath, her nipples still painfully erect in the cool air of the train compartment. The contrast between her state of undress and Supratim's fully clothed form only heightens her sense of vulnerability and shame. Yet, even as guilt begins to creep in, she can't deny the lingering sparks of pleasure coursing through her body or the persistent ache of desire deep in her core.

[qazmlp]

Superb build-up writing

[Samadhanam]

Going gr8

[raja shri]

Osm update Bro..so finally anita and supritam having kinky fun.. waiting for next update bro..

[drlund]

Lovely storyline..

[Rockket Raja]

Goooodd

[Ananthukutty]

All the firsts of anita goes to supra. Hope the baby too

[incest_cuck]

"Done?" Supratim asks, his fingers still buried deep inside Anita's quivering pussy. She nods, frustration and desire warring within her. Without withdrawing his hand, her boss begins to quiz her on the document's contents. His fingers curl and twist inside her, making coherent thought nearly impossible. She struggles to focus, her mind clouded with lust and guilt. Why is she here? Why is she betraying her fiancé again? The weight of her engagement ring feels like a burning brand on her finger. But these thoughts are quickly overwhelmed by the rising tide of pleasure as Supratim's skilled fingers work their magic. When her orgasm finally crashes over her once again, it's earth-shattering. Anita's pussy clenches around her boss’s fingers, cream gushing out as she gasps and moans. She clings to him, her body shuddering with the intensity of her release.

In an instant, Supratim is on top of her, his mouth claiming hers in a passionate kiss. Anita responds eagerly, her tongue darting out to taste him, her lips sucking at his hungrily. Their hands roam each other's bodies as her boss attempts to hastily discard his clothes. He breaks the kiss momentarily, sitting up to frantically unbutton his shirt. Anita watches, mesmerized, as each button reveals more of his broad hairy chest. He shrugs off the garment, tossing it carelessly aside. His hands move to his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease. Her breath catches as he unzips his trousers, pushing them down along with his boxers in one fluid motion. His cock springs free, thick and hard, already glistening with precum. He kicks off his shoes and socks, leaving him gloriously naked before her hungry gaze.

Watching her boss undress completely, Anita's fingers tremble with anticipation and nervousness as she reaches for the fabric pooled at her hips. She hesitates for just a moment, her eyes locked with his. Then, with a surge of boldness, she pushes the dress down over her generous hips, the fabric clinging briefly to her curves before falling to the floor. Her panties follow swiftly, sliding down her thick, shapely legs. As she steps out of the puddle of clothing, Anita's lush figure is fully revealed. Her slim waist flares out to wide, womanly hips and a full, round ass that begs to be grabbed. Her thighs are thick and soft, touching slightly as she stands. There's a gentle roll of flesh at her lower belly, a testament to her voluptuous build.

Anita's fingers then trace the contours of Supratim's body, exploring the taut muscles of his chest and arms, the slight softness at his sides, the thatch of hair covering his pectorals. Her touch is both curious and possessive, memorizing every inch of him.

"Mmmmmmm…", Supratim growls appreciatively, his eyes roaming hungrily over her employee and lover’s slim-thick form. His hands twitch at his sides, eager to explore every luscious curve. His eyes darken with primal hunger as they roam over her flushed, naked dusky form. Her rich brown skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat, accentuating every curve and valley of her luscious body. His gaze lingers on her medium-sized, heaving breasts, their dark nipples pebbled with arousal. He drinks in the sight of her soft, inviting stomach, the gentle roll of flesh above her navel quivering slightly with each breath. The slight pudge only adds to her allure, begging to be grabbed and kneaded. His eyes trace the enticing swell of her hips, wider than her waist, creating a sensual hourglass figure. The neatly trimmed patch of black curls at the apex of her thighs draws his attention downward. Anita's thick, shapely legs are spread invitingly, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her glistening, swollen pussy lips. The contrast of her engagement ring against her dusky skin only serves to heighten Supratim's desire, a forbidden fruit ripe for the taking. Again!

They both stand up slowly and embrace each other almost lovingly. As their naked bodies press together, the heat between them intensifies. Anita can feel Supratim's hard length pressing against her stomach, and a fresh wave of desire washes over her. Anita meets his gaze, her own eyes clouded with desire. She spreads her legs wider, a silent invitation that speaks louder than words ever could. Her hands reach for him, fingers digging into his muscled back, urging him closer as the rhythmic clacking of the train's wheels on the tracks seems to echo her racing heartbeat.

Slowly, she breaks the embrace. Then sensuously, she lowers herself onto the cramped bunk. The thin mattress creaks softly beneath her weight as she reclines, propping herself up on her elbows. Her voluptuous body is on full display in the confined space - breasts swaying slightly with each breath, soft belly quivering, thick thighs parting just enough to give her boss a tantalizing glimpse of her glistening pussy.

"Fuckkkkk!", Supratim growls, his cock twitching visibly at the sight.

Anita's skin prickles with goosebumps, partly from the cool air of the air-conditioned compartment and partly from the intensity of Supratim's gaze. She shifts, letting her legs fall further open in silent invitation. The movement causes her flesh to jiggle enticingly, her curves highlighted in the dim light of the train.

"Haaah!", she exhales shakily, her eyes locked on Supratim's impressive erection. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, imagining how he'll feel inside her. The engagement ring on her finger catches the light, a reminder of the taboo nature of their encounter that only heightens her arousal. Supratim reaches for his discarded pants in the corner, fumbling in the pocket. He pulls out a foil packet, tearing it open with his teeth. The crinkle of the wrapper seems deafening in the quiet compartment. Anita watches, transfixed, as he rolls the condom down his length, her pussy clenching in anticipation. The sight of his cock, now sheathed and glistening in the low light, sends a fresh wave of wetness flooding her core. A low growl escapes Supratim's throat as he positions himself between her thighs. He grabs her hips roughly, pulling her to the edge of the narrow berth. His cock, thick and throbbing, presses against her slick entrance. The constant vibration of the moving train sends tingles through their bodies, heightening every sensation. Anita arches her back, pushing her breasts towards him, her body language screaming her consent. She's aching to be filled, to be taken, consequences be damned. The sway of the carriage adds an extra layer of anticipation, their bodies rocking slightly with each curve of the tracks.

Her boss doesn't hesitate any longer. With a powerful thrust, timed perfectly with a sudden jolt of the train, he buries himself to the hilt inside her.

"Nnnnggghhhh!" Anita's guttural cry mingles with Supratim's deep groan as they join. The movement of the train adds an extra dimension to their coupling. Anita's nails rake down his back as she clings to him, her pussy stretching to accommodate his impressive girth.

"Haaah... haaah...", Their ragged breathing fills the cramped compartment.

There's no more pretense, no more games. Just raw, animalistic need as Supratim begins to move, setting a punishing rhythm that has Anita seeing stars. He times his thrusts with the sway of the train, using the motion to drive deeper into her.

"Mmmmph! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Anita's staccato cries punctuate each powerful thrust. "Unngghh... unngghh... unngghh...", Supratim grunts with effort, his hips pistoning relentlessly. The room fills with the sounds of their passion - skin slapping against skin, breathless moans, and the wet squelch of their joining, all underscored by the constant rumble and clatter of the train speeding through the night.

"Ohhh... mmm... fuck...fucckkk!!", Anita's moans grow louder, more desperate.

"Hnngh! Gah! Nnngh!", Supratim's vocalizations become increasingly primal.

The creaking of the berth beneath them adds to the symphony of their lust, a rhythmic counterpoint to their frenzied coupling. The rocking of the carriage adds an unpredictable element to their coupling, sometimes aiding Supratim's thrusts, sometimes forcing them to adjust their position. It's a delicious dance of pleasure and balance, heightening every sensation and driving them both wild with need. Anita's mind races as her exuberant, masculine boss pounds into her, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She imagines the cabin crew outside, their ears pressed to the door, listening to the unmistakable sounds of their adulterous coupling. In her mind's eye, she sees their knowing smirks, assuming she's just another escort servicing a wealthy passenger. The thought should mortify her, but instead, it sends a thrill of excitement through her core. She bites her lip hard, stifling the moans threatening to escape. Her body betrays her though, arching into her boss’s touch, silently begging for more. Her fingernails dig into his back, leaving her own marks on him. Supratim at the same time growls, his fingers digging into her hips as he increases his pace. The power dynamic between them shifts, blurring the lines between professional and personal. Anita realizes she's becoming exactly what they think she is - a corporate slut, spreading her legs for advancement.

“But gosh, it feels so good.”, she thinks.

As Supratim's cock hits that perfect spot inside her, Anita's guilt melts away. She's not just an employee anymore - she's a woman consumed by lust, willingly submitting to her superior's carnal desires.

Supratim's grip on Anita tightens as he pulls her hips back roughly to meet his increasingly brutal thrusts, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the cramped compartment. The train lurches around a sharp bend, nearly throwing them off balance, but Supratim uses the momentum to drive even deeper into his employee’s quivering pussy.

"That's it!", he growls, his voice thick with lust. "Take it all, you filthy little whore!"

Anita's body betrays her, responding eagerly to her boss’s rough treatment. Her back arches involuntarily, pressing her ass firmly against him. The pressure builds inside her, a dam ready to burst. Suddenly, a long, low moan escapes her lips, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!”, the sound she's been desperately trying to suppress all this time. It's a primal, needy sound that seems to echo in the small space, loud enough that she's certain the train crew must have heard. The realization sends a fresh wave of humiliation and arousal coursing through her.

Supratim snakes a hand around to Anita's throat, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. "I want to hear you!", he demands, his breath hot against her ear. "Let everyone know who you belong to."

The pressure on her throat combined with the relentless pounding of Supratim's cock pushes Anita to her limits. “Ouuuuuuhhhhhh…!!!”, another moan escapes her lips, growing louder as her overbearing boss increases the pace. The sound of her own voice, wanton and needy, sends a fresh wave of shame and arousal through her. As they near their peak, the train enters a tunnel. The sudden darkness heightens their other senses - the scent of sex and sweat, the feel of heated skin, the sound of their ragged breathing and Anita's now unrestrained cries of pleasure. Supratim feels her pussy start to clench around him, her body trembling on the edge of release. He redoubles his efforts, one hand still on her throat while the other finds her swollen clit, rubbing it roughly in time with his thrusts.

"Cum for me.", he orders, his own orgasm building. "Cum on your boss's cock like the dirty slut you are!"

The train emerges from the tunnel just as Anita's orgasm hits her like a freight train. She cries out loudly, no longer able to contain herself, her body convulsing in waves of intense pleasure. The sight and feel of her climax pushes Supratim over the edge. With a guttural groan, he buries himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he empties himself into the condom. The thin latex barrier between them does little to diminish the intensity of the moment, each spasm of his release felt acutely by Anita's hyper-sensitive walls. The alpha male collapses on top of his employee, his weight pressing her into the narrow bunk. They lie there panting, bodies slick with sweat, as the gravity of what they've done begins to sink in. The train's rhythmic motion continues unabated, a stark reminder of the world beyond their illicit bubble.

As their breathing steadies, Supratim slowly withdraws. Anita, suddenly struck by a moment of panic, quickly glances down between them. Her heart races as she checks, but a wave of relief washes over her as she spots the latex sheath still firmly in place on Supratim's softening member. The condom is stretched taut, its tip swollen with his release. Anita feels a confusing mix of emotions - relief at the presence of protection, disappointment at the barrier between them, and a perverse curiosity about how it would have felt to once again have him finish bare inside her.

Supratim notices her gaze and smirks, misinterpreting her scrutiny. "Like what you see?" he teases, his voice husky and satisfied. He reaches down to carefully remove the condom, tying it off with practiced ease. Anita watches intently, as he disposes of the evidence of their tryst in a nearby waste bin. The sight of his seed, contained and discarded, sends an unexpected pang through her. Part of her - a primal, reckless part she's only just discovering - almost wishes he hadn't worn it at all.

As Supratim turns back to her, Anita quickly averts her eyes, a fresh wave of shame coloring her cheeks. The realization of what they've done, and what she'd been willing to risk in the heat of the moment, begins to sink in. The train lurches around a bend, nearly causing Supratim to lose his balance. The sudden movement jolts Anita back to reality. They're still on a moving train, having just fucked mere feet away from other passengers and crew. Anita's initial relief at Supratim's foresight in booking a private cabin quickly gives way to a gnawing anxiety. Her mind races, replaying the sounds of their passionate encounter - her unrestrained moans, Supratim's guttural cries of pleasure, the rhythmic creaking of the bunk beneath them. A cold sweat breaks out on her skin as she realizes just how thin the cabin walls truly are. She can hear muffled conversations and footsteps in the corridor outside, and her stomach churns at the thought that those same people likely heard every sordid detail of her debasement. Her cheeks burn with shame as she recalls the knowing smirks and raised eyebrows of the train staff when she and her boss first boarded. They had already assumed she was an escort, a high-class prostitute catering to a wealthy businessman's desires. What must they think of her now?

Her mind conjures vivid images of the crew huddled together, snickering and trading salacious gossip about the "whore" in cabin 3B who couldn't even keep quiet while servicing her client. She imagines passengers in the adjoining cabins, pressed against the walls with ears straining to catch every moan and whimper, their own hands wandering south as they listen to the live pornographic audio. The realization that she's become the subject of such tawdry speculation sends a confusing mix of humiliation and perverse excitement coursing through her veins. Part of her wants to curl up and disappear, mortified at the thought of facing anyone outside this cabin. But another part - a part she's only just discovering - thrills at the idea of being seen as a wanton slut, of strangers getting off to the sounds of her pleasure.

[Givemeextra]

ohh, why is it becoming a set of sex updates [with Wife giving herself in without much resistance]
Pls bring back balance by having Hubby into update where ever possible.

[Sarran Raj]

She is a super whore.

[killthecheats]

Sexy update

[raja shri]

Osm update Bro....supitram control anita ...let see what happen next ...what kinky things in future ...
Waiting for next amazing update bro

[Losliyafan]

Great going

[baddu]

Update please