Misc. Erotica The Dark Side of Corporate Desire: Lady manager drugged and enjoyed by office colleagues(COMPLETED)

[Mohit.Kumar]

The tumultuous storm of emotions that had been building within Chaitali reached a crescendo as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm surge through her. The initial shock and resistance to the situation had dissipated, leaving in its wake a cacophony of carnal sensations. Her body began to convulse in response to the relentless pounding from Santhosh's cock, her hips meeting his every thrust with a matching fervour. Her mind, once a bastion of modesty and propriety, had been overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience.

Her final attempt at resisting the tide of pleasure was futile. The dam within her had been breached, and she could no longer hold back the deluge of ecstasy that consumed her. Her moans grew louder, filling the room with an undeniable symphony of desire. In that moment, the last vestiges of her inhibitions were shattered as she allowed herself to revel in the depravity of the situation.

Santhosh, acutely aware of the changes in her body, could feel the contractions of her inner walls gripping him tightly. His cock, a testament to his own arousal, quivered with the anticipation of his imminent climax. He withdrew his member from her warm embrace, only to plunge it back in with renewed vigor, savoring the feel of her slickness as she neared her peak. Her moans grew more desperate, the urgency in her voice urging him on. And then he came inside her.

[Mohit.Kumar]

As the waves of pleasure crashed over Chaitali, she felt the warmth of Santhosh's semen flood her insides.  His cock, a testament to his virility, pumped his cum into her quivering depths, his voice echoing through the room as he chanted, "Oh baby, Oh meri Chaitali, Oh baby," with each powerful spurt. The sound of his release only served to amplify the intensity of her own climax, and she bucked wildly under his weight, her body a canvas of passionate release.

With a display of brute force, Raghav forcibly pushed Santhosh out of the way, making it clear that it was now his turn to claim Chaitali. His nine-inch manhood stood proudly, a daunting spectacle that filled Chaitali with dread as she gazed upon it. The stark terror that gripped her was palpable, her body trembling at the sight of the monstrous organ that was about to invade her most intimate space. Meanwhile, Santhosh's now flaccid member, glistening with the remnants of his seed, hung limply between his legs, a stark contrast to the virility Raghav now wielded. His body was a canvas of perspiration, a testament to the exertion he had just endured with Chaitali.

Chaitali's eyes darted back to Santhosh, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. Guilt, confusion, and fear all danced together in a tumultuous maelstrom. Yet, she had no chance to process her feelings, for Raghav's impatient member beckoned her immediate attention. The head of his penis, slick with anticipation, pressed firmly against the delicate folds of her vagina. Despite the copious amount of natural lubrication provided by her earlier encounter, the sheer size of Raghav's cock meant that the initial penetration was an agonizing ordeal for her. Each inch that entered her caused a new wave of pain to wash over her, yet she could not deny the perverse thrill of being filled so completely.

[Mohit.Kumar]

Raghav did not allow for any further contemplation on Chaitali's part. He took a moment to withdraw almost entirely from her, savouring the sight of her stretched and vulnerable opening. With a grunt of determination, he gripped her soft, quivering thighs and pried them apart, ensuring that she was fully exposed to his relentless advances. In one swift, powerful motion, he propelled his entire length into her depths. The impact was like a bolt of lightning, searing through her body and leaving her feeling as though she had been split in two. Chaitali's scream of pain and surprise filled the room, echoing off the walls and melding with the sounds of their harsh, passionate breathing.

For a brief moment, Raghav remained still, buried to the hilt within her, allowing her body to adjust to his intrusion. The pain began to recede, replaced by an overwhelming sense of fullness. Chaitali felt a strange mix of agony and achievement as she realized that she had managed to accommodate the entirety of Raghav's massive organ. Her inner muscles clenched around him reflexively, struggling to accept the sheer magnitude of his girth.

Finally, when he deemed her ready, Raghav began to move. His strokes were slow and deliberate, each one a measured assault on her senses. Chaitali's initial scream had been replaced by a series of low, guttural moans that seemed to emanate from the very core of her being. Her body, still aflame from the earlier onslaught, began to respond in kind, her hips moving in a futile attempt to either escape or welcome the relentless pounding she was receiving.

[Mohit.Kumar]

The room was a symphony of flesh and passion, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Each time Raghav withdrew, Chaitali could feel the void left behind, only for it to be filled once more as he plunged back in. Her moans grew louder, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she succumbed to the primal rhythm that he dictated. Despite the pain, there was a dark, twisted satisfaction in knowing that she was capable of taking all of him, of being the receptacle for his carnal desires.

Santhosh, now a mere bystander in this depraved tableau, could only watch as his friend claimed what he had so recently enjoyed. The sight of Raghav's muscular form pistoning in and out of Chaitali's delicate frame was both disturbing and arousing. He felt a strange mix of jealousy and admiration for Raghav's prowess, his own exhausted member twitching slightly in response to the scene unfolding before him.

With a sudden, urgent motion, Asif managed to withdraw his engorged member from the confines of Chaitali's eager mouth, her saliva glistening on his shaft as he began to vigorously masturbate. His eyes were filled with an intense, carnivorous hunger as he attempted to capture her lips with his own, but she was not quite ready to submit to his kiss, moving her face from side to side in a dance of evasion. Meanwhile, his dexterous fingers found their way to her sensitive nipples, pinching and twisting them with a ferocity that elicited a scream of pain from Chaitali's throat. Despite her resistance, the sensations were a potent mix of agony and arousal.

Bending over her prone body, Asif's attention remained focused on her breasts, his mouth descending upon her tender nipples like a starving man at a feast. He greedily drew them into his mouth, his tongue swirling and teasing them as his teeth playfully grazed against the sensitive flesh. The exquisite torture caused her to arch her back, offering her breasts to his eager ministrations. Unbeknownst to her, Santhosh had silently approached, his own arousal apparent by the way his penis lay against her, semi-erect and demanding attention.

Her eyes widened with shock and fear as she felt Santhosh's member brushing against her lips, and she struggled to evade his advances. Yet, her efforts were futile as Asif's grip on her shoulders tightened, holding her in place as if she were a ragdoll in the hands of a sadistic child. Santhosh's hands claimed her face, his fingers digging into her soft cheeks as he forced her mouth open, his tongue probing and invading the sanctity of her lips. He ground his teeth against hers in a brutal display of dominance, biting down as if to claim her very essence.

[Mohit.Kumar]

As if synchronized with the rhythm of her escalating panic, Asif's body grew more erratic, his hips bucking as he brought himself to the brink of climax. With a guttural growl, he released his pent-up passion, his seed spraying across Chaitali's trembling big breasts. He cupped her mounds in his palms, rubbing his still-spurting cock against her skin, smearing the warm, sticky liquid into her flesh. The sight and sensation were overwhelming, and she could feel her own body betraying her with a traitorous rush of excitement.

Santhosh, watching his friend's display with an animalistic lust, grew more insistent with his own desires. His previously flaccid organ swelled to life, pressing against her face with a renewed urgency. He took advantage of her distraction, shoving his now-rigid cock between her protesting lips. Despite her desperate attempts to resist, her mouth was filled with his throbbing length. She could feel the muscles in his shaft flexing and releasing as he approached his peak.

Her eyes watered and her jaw ached as she fought against the intrusion, but the futility of her struggle was evident in the way his erection grew and pulsed within her mouth. With a grunt that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room, Santhosh reached his climax, his semen flooding into Chaitali's mouth and down her throat. She choked and gagged, trying in vain to push him away, but his grip on her shoulders was unyielding, his body a testament to his primal need to claim her fully.

The warmth of his cum filled her mouth and she could feel it begin to dribble down her chin, a humiliating testament to her powerlessness. Santhosh's member grew soft and pliant in her mouth as he finished, his breaths ragged and his eyes glazed with satisfaction. Chaitali lay beneath them, trembling with fear and anger, her body a canvas of their lustful conquest. The room was suffused with the scent of sex and the sound of their heavy breathing.

[Mohit.Kumar]

On the other hand, Chaitali found herself utterly incapable of fully processing the rich, musky flavor of Santhosh's semen that now lingered within the confines of her mouth, as the urgent and persistent rhythm of Raghav's thrusts grew more intense and unrelenting. His increased pace brought forth an unmistakable and exhilarating sensation that began to build deep within the core of her being, signaling the imminent arrival of a powerful climax. Santhosh, having concluded his intimate contribution to the erotic tapestry unfolding before him, graciously retreated to the periphery of the room, joining Asif in the role of spectators as they eagerly observed Raghav's methodical preparations for the crescendo of his own sexual symphony upon Chaitali.
 
With a newfound vigor, Raghav's strokes grew more assertive, each one sending a jolt of pleasure that resonated throughout Chaitali's trembling body. The internal quaking grew stronger, the contractions of her sex becoming more pronounced, and it was evident that she was approaching the pinnacle of her orgasmic experience. Meanwhile, her pussy pulsed and throbbed in time with her escalating arousal, eagerly receiving the final onslaught that Raghav had in store for her.
 
As the moment of her release drew near, Chaitali's eyes rolled back in her head, and a soft moan escaped her lips, which were already coated with a sheen of both sweat and the remnants of Santhosh's seed. Her attire, once a picture of elegant restraint, had become a testament to their shared passion, with her once pristine saree now lying in a haphazard heap on the plush carpet, revealing the upper half of her body, which was bared and exposed to the eager gazes of the men surrounding her. The intricate fabric of the garment had become partially unwound, revealing her open blouse and the cups of her bra pushed aside to reveal her big tits.

Her skin, glistening with a fine layer of perspiration, served as a canvas for the sticky blend of bodily fluids that now adorned her, a visual representation of the carnality that had overtaken her. The swells of her breasts stood firm and proud, their peaks crowned with tightly beaded nipples that pointed skyward, a clear indication of her heightened state of arousal. Her midriff danced with the erratic rhythm of her breathing, her stomach muscles visibly flexing and releasing in response to the relentless waves of pleasure that crashed over her.

Her hair, once neatly pinned and arranged, had transformed into a wild, tangled mane that framed her face in a halo of disheveled beauty. Her mouth, which had been occupied with the task of pleasuring Santhosh, was now open in a silent scream of ecstasy. One of her own fingers had become a substitute for the missing phallus, as she greedily sucked upon it, her teeth lightly grazing the digit as she sought additional stimulation to complement the intense sensations that were flooding her senses.

The sight of Chaitali in the throes of passion was nothing short of breathtaking. Her body, a study in the art of desire, was a vision of beauty and wantonness that held the men enthralled. They watched with bated breath as Raghav brought her closer and closer to the brink, her entire being poised on the edge of an abyss of pleasure. Her legs, which had been wrapped tightly around his waist, grew taut as she instinctively sought to pull him deeper, her body arching upward to meet each powerful thrust.

The atmosphere in the room grew thick with anticipation as the tension between them reached a fever pitch. Her eyes snapped open, revealing the depth of her desire and the urgency of her need for release. The men could see it in the way her pupils had dilated, in the way her body quivered, and in the way her breath came in shallow, erratic gasps.

[Mohit.Kumar]

Her pussy, which had been stretched and filled by the relentless pounding of Raghav's cock, now clamped down with the intensity of her orgasm, the muscles inside her spasming and contracting around his shaft in a frenzy.

As Raghav's eyes widened with lustful amazement, his strong hands firmly gripped Chaitali's thighs, holding them apart to reveal the most intimate and erotic sight. Her pussy, glistening with arousal, was being relentlessly invaded by his supercharged manhood, a testament to the raw passion that had overtaken them. The mere visual of his erect penis, pumping vigorously in and out of her, sent a jolt of excitement through him that was matched only by the feeling of her wetness and heat surrounding him. Each time he pushed into her, her juices would spurt out, coating their joined flesh in a delicious mess that only served to drive him wilder.

Releasing his hold on her thighs, Raghav instead slid his hands beneath her ample bottom, cupping her ass cheeks with a firm yet gentle touch. With a surge of primal strength, he hoisted her upwards, aligning their hips to allow for an even deeper, more intense penetration. Chaitali, lost in the throes of passion, responded by instinctively looping her legs around his waist, locking him in place as she drew him closer to her core. This action caused an exquisite friction as his coarse pubic hair grazed against her swollen clit, sending sparks of pleasure throughout her body.

Their coworkers' reactions to the unfolding scene were a blend of astonishment and arousal, as they bore witness to their previously reserved colleague transforming into a wanton creature of desire. The sight of Chaitali, a mother and a woman in her 30s, abandoning herself to such a fervent and unbridled fucking was nothing short of mind-boggling. Her once soft and gentle demeanor was now replaced by a wild hunger that seemed to crave every inch of Raghav's manhood.

Her breathy pleas of, "Oh don't stop! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder! I love it, don't stop!" echoed through the room, the sound of her unabashed moaning was like music to their ears, a symphony of lust that only served to amplify their own desires. Chaitali's transformation into this ravenous sexual being was a revelation, one that neither of them could resist.

The intensity of their coupling grew with every passing moment as Chaitali felt an earth-shattering climax approaching. The need for more, for deeper, more forceful penetration, overwhelmed her. She began to thrust her hips back, meeting Raghav's powerful strokes with an eagerness that matched his own. Her movements grew more erratic and urgent, her body begging for release.

Her cries grew louder and more demanding, a symphony of "Oh my God, that feels so good, fuck me, fuck me harder, harder, harder, harder..." that resonated through the space they occupied. Her words were like gasoline thrown onto a raging fire, only serving to stoke the flames of Raghav's passion. Driven to new heights, he bucked and pounded into her with the strength of a man possessed, his hands roaming her body, seeking out new areas of pleasure to claim.

[joy2008]

Make them piss in mouth post fuck and give her shock of life timeAd more humiliation

[Mohit.Kumar]

He found her breasts, full and heavy with desire, and took them in his hands, squeezing and molding them to his will. His mouth descended upon her soft, sensitive flesh, suckling and nibbling at her erect nipples, eliciting gasps of pleasure from Chaitali. Her body responded in kind, her back arching and her hips bucking as she approached the precipice of an orgasm that would shake her very soul.

And then it hit her, a climax so intense that it seemed to rip through her very core. Her body convulsed around Raghav's cock, her muscles contracting and releasing in a display of pure, unadulterated bliss. Her fluids gushed forth, coating him in a torrent that seemed to have no end. The electricity of her pleasure surged through him, driving him closer and closer to his own release.

The room was alive with the sounds of their lovemaking, the wet slap of flesh on flesh, the ragged breaths, the desperate moans and her soft whimperings of pleasure.

With every ounce of energy, she could muster, Chaitali managed to stabilize her trembling body, feeling the unmistakable sensation of Raghav's already formidable cock reacting to the intense climax approaching. It began to quiver within her, its thickness and length surging even further, stretching the walls of her snug pussy to their limits. The duo, utterly entranced by the escalating passion between them, became acutely aware that the culmination of their fiery union was imminent.

Her breathing grew ragged and her heart pounded in a symphony of desire as she tightened her embrace, locking her legs and arms firmly around his robust torso. The velvety warmth of his cock continued to expand, filling her completely, a testament to his unbridled lust. As the pressure built within him, she could sense his impending release, the moment they had both been fervently craving.

In a frenzy of passion, Raghav's monstrous member reached its peak, the tip brushing against a spot deep within her that sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her core. At that precise instant, he climaxed with a guttural roar, releasing a torrent of hot, thick semen that flooded her channel. Chaitali's eyes widened in astonishment as she felt the warm, sticky liquid fill her up, her own body responding in a way she had never experienced before.

Her own orgasm washed over her like an unexpected wave, crashing down and consuming her in a tumult of pleasure. Her hips bucked wildly, instinctively seeking to milk every last drop from him as his cock remained deeply embedded. His kiss grew more urgent, his tongue delving into the recesses of her mouth as if to claim her very soul, matching the rhythm of her pulsating cunt.
Her nectar flowed around his softening member, a final act of intimacy as she succumbed to the aftershocks of her climax. Each pulse of his seed seemed to resonate with her own juices, mingling in a dance of pure carnality that left her breathless and trembling. As the passion ebbed and the tension dissipated, she became cognizant of the profound impact their union had on her, the reality of his potent virility leaving her utterly spent and satisfied.

The room was filled with the sweet scent of their shared release, the sticky evidence of their passion clinging to their entwined bodies. They lay there, their hearts beating in sync, each gasp of air a testament to the intensity of their shared experience. Chaitali could not believe that she had come yet again, her body seemingly insatiable for the pleasure that Raghav had so masterfully provided.

[Mohit.Kumar]

Chaitali found herself lying completely drained, her body feeling as if every last ounce of energy had been expended. Above her, Raghav's form gradually disentangled itself from hers, as he laboriously pushed himself up on his arms. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if the weight of the moment was pressing down on him as well. The air in the room was thick with an unspoken tension that seemed to cling to the walls and the very fabric of their surroundings.

Her gaze drifted over to the other two individuals who had been present, and she noticed that they had already begun the process of redressing themselves. Their actions were cautious, almost furtive, as they avoided making direct eye contact with her. The expressions on their faces were a mix of relief and perhaps a hint of guilt, but no one dared to allow a smile to form. They were acutely aware of the shift that had occurred, the delicate balance that had been altered, and the need to tread lightly in the aftermath.

The three men got dressed in the quietude that had descended upon the room like a heavy shroud. They cast furtive glances in her direction every now and then, their eyes briefly meeting hers before darting away again. The silence was so profound that it seemed to amplify even the most mundane sounds, such as the rustling of fabric as they slipped into their garments.

Once fully dressed, they turned their backs to Chaitali, and without exchanging a single word, they made their way toward the door. The soft click of the latch as it closed behind them echoed through the emptiness of the space, emphasizing the stark reality of their departure.

The room remained enveloped in an eerie stillness, broken only by the persistent, almost soothing hum of the air conditioner. Its rhythmic drone filled the void, providing a strange form of comfort amidst the tumult of emotions that washed over her. The distant murmur of the street below offered a faint reminder of the outside world, where cars passed by in a never-ending procession, their tires humming against the asphalt.

The sudden absence of the others left Chaitali feeling both exposed and isolated. She took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts and process what had just transpired. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the disarray that mirrored the tumult within her. It was a stark contrast to the orderliness she had known before.

Her thoughts drifted to the realization that the time had come to return to the sanctuary of her own home. It was a place where she could seek refuge from the weight of the evening's events and attempt to piece together what had happened and what it meant for her future. The quietude of the room was now punctuated only by the muted sounds of the city outside and the gentle hum of the aircon, which continued to regulate the temperature as if nothing had changed.

With a sense of resignation, she slowly pushed herself up, her legs feeling like leaden weights. The fabric of her dress clung to her body, a cold and clammy reminder of the passion that had just been shared. She knew that she could not stay here any longer, that she needed to leave this place behind her and confront the reality that awaited outside.

As she stood up, Chaitali was acutely aware of her nakedness in the cold, impersonal light of the room. She gathered her own clothes, slipping them on with trembling hands, each movement feeling like a step further from the intimacy that had just occurred and closer to the solace of solitude.

Once dressed, she paused for a moment, listening to the symphony of the city's night sounds that wafted through the open window.  With a deep sigh, she made her way to the door, pausing briefly to glance back at the now-desolate space.

The journey home was a blur of neon lights and shadowy figures passing by, the sounds of the city a cacophony that seemed to resonate with the chaos in her mind. The events of the evening played out like a movie reel in her thoughts, a series of images that she could not escape. Yet, amidst the confusion, she felt a strange sense of determination. It was time to face the music, to confront the reality

[tweeny_fory]

womderful writing and erotic story bro
loved it