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Afrah pov:
After she climaxed and slowly recovered, she glanced at Vishal. His mouth glistened with beads of her liquid, and a rush of shyness washed over her as she looked away, her eyes darting to the floor. She noticed him searching for her panties, his hand finally gripping them. With a smirk, he looked up at her and said, "This is mine."
The rest of the day at the office, she was pantyless, the absence of the familiar fabric making her feel exposed, each movement reminding her of the encounter.
When Afrah returned home, she was greeted by the sound of her ammi and khala chatting in the living room. No this the last thing she wanted.
Ammi: Hey, look who’s here!
Afrah: I need to change. Her voice was almost too quiet, but she couldn’t sit with them like this.
Khala: Just sit for a minute, talk to your khala. I have to leave in fifteen minutes.
Afrah could feel the heat of her body from earlier, her mind still replaying the forbidden act that had taken place in Vishal’s office. She wanted nothing more than to escape, to change into something more comfortable, but the thought of sitting with her mother and khala in this state—pantyless, still feeling the aftershocks of what had happened—made her skin burn.
Afrah hesitated. Every part of her screamed to run to her room and get dressed, but she knew she had to sit with them. The conversation began innocently enough, but quickly shifted to her marriage.
Khala: Our daughter is so beautiful, so pure, and good. She’ll make a wonderful wife.
Ammi: Yes, she’s a perfect girl. Sohail will be a great husband—he’s a good man.
Afrah felt her cheeks flush, but it wasn’t from modesty. The words that were meant to honor her felt more like a cruel reminder of the difference between the image she had to maintain and the truth of who she was. She should have felt guilty for what had happened, for what had been taken from her today in that office. But instead, she felt the heat in her body stir again, the tension of a secret she was now living with, a secret that made everything else feel distant and unreal.
Khala: He’s lucky to have such a beautiful, obedient, and pious wife—unlike the girls of today.
Afrah forced herself to keep her expression neutral, even as her body betrayed her. She wasn’t blushing because of shyness or modesty. No, the heat she felt was the same one that had overwhelmed her earlier—an arousal tied to something forbidden, something they would never understand. The fact that they thought her so perfect, so innocent, only made the weight of the lie harder to carry.
She cursed Vishal silently in her mind. This feeling, this damn heat—it was all because of him.
The conversation between her khala and ammi faded into the background as Vishal gripped her thoughts.
Afrah blushed, her mind replaying the moment over and over again. She remembered how powerful she felt when Vishal—handsome, authoritative, and her boss—had been on his knees, begging her. His mouth had pleasured her with an intensity she hadn’t expected, devouring her as though she were the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. The memory sent a wave of heat through her, and despite the people around her, her body betrayed her. She could still feel the rawness of that moment, the contrast between the power she’d felt and the sh
ame now crawling up her spine.
2 days later
Vishal pov:
Vishal couldn’t stop thinking about her. The image of Afrah cumming on his chair played on loop in his mind. The way her body withered as his mouth sucked her clit, how her soft thighs brushed against his face, was intoxicating. There was nothing sexier than making her cum .
She was changing, turning into a vixen .
He had taken a massive risk that day, burying his face between her thighs in his office, during work hours no less. Vishal didn’t take risks like that. He had always prided himself on keeping things professional, controlled, within the limits of reason. But Afrah shattered that control.
She made him reckless. She made him break his own rules.
She was also slowly shedding her inhibitions, and Vishal wanted to see her fully embrace that slutty side of herself.
But Vishal wasn’t done yet. A smirk tugged at his lips as an idea began to form. It was risky, reckless even, and the thought of getting caught should have stopped him. Vishal felt g his dick got hard.
He knew how to have some fun, to push her limits further, and to remind her and himself that this game they were playing was far from over. At last, he picked up the phone and called.
Afrah :Yes, Vishal?
Vishal: Could you please come to my office?
Afrah: Of course, Vishal
Inside, she closed the door at his order, then stood in front of his desk, her hands folded, exuding her usual prim composure.
Vishal: Come here
he commanded, opening the drawer.
Afrah walked around his desk.
He took the small box out, holding it in his hand for a moment before locking his gaze on her.
Vishal: Turn around and bend over
Afrah flinched for a second, her eyes wide with surprise ,but she went ahead with it.
Afrah did it. Vishal’s cock practically jumping out of his pants at the sight of her perfect, round ass right in front of him.
He slowly reached for the hem of her dress, his fingers grazing her soft, smooth skin as he began lifting it. Each inch revealed more of her flawless beauty. And then, the sight came into view—her perfect, round ass, so soft and alluring.
She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her fair, ass was right there before him, completely bare, with no fabric to obstruct the intoxicating sight.
Unable to resist, he cupped one of her round, soft cheeks, his palm sinking slightly into her supple flesh like it was made for his touch. A quiet gasp escaped her lips.
Without hesitation, he brought his hand down with a firm slap. The sound echoed in the room, sharp and commanding, and she jolted forward, her back arching instinctively.
A low, breathy moan escaped her.
As his hand lingered on her soft, quivering skin, his eyes drifted downward towards her glistening pussy.
Her swollen, dripping clit stood out, a throbbing beacon of desire.It was a sight that sent a rush of heat through him, his restraint fraying as primal instincts began to take over.
Vishal smiled at her action, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes.
Vishal: "You forgot panties,"
He run his fingertips over her seam, already practically dripping with her juices.
Afrah whispered, "I didn’t forget."
More than anything, Vishal wanted to drop to his knees, suck her clit into his mouth, and bury his tongue inside her until she screamed his name, letting him drink in every drop of her sweetness. But he held back.
----
Reaching into the box, he retrieved the vibratora sleek, spherical device with a soft silicone cord dangling from one end. It felt cool and smooth in his palm as he clicked the remote, the low hum vibrating to life.
Leaning in, he pressed it gently against her glistening, wet lips, the sensation making her shiver. Slowly, deliberately, he guided it inside her, her body yielding to the gentle pressure. Her back arched as she leaned forward, her soft, round ass pressing against him, the curve accentuated as she braced herself against the table.
The quiet hum of the vibrator mingled with her breathless moans, the sound growing more desperate as her movements ground her hips subtly against the table’s edge.
Vishal’s gaze stayed fixed on her, watching the scene unfold with an almost predatory intensity. Her hands clawed at the table, nails scbanging against the surface as the vibrator worked relentlessly inside her. Her body trembled, each quiver making her curves shift tantalizingly before him.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away as her thighs rubbed together, desperate for some relief, the motion only emphasizing her helplessness. Her soft, breathy moan. ahh ummmmm escaped her lips despite her attempts to press them together, her teeth sinking into her lower lip in a futile effort to stifle the sounds.
The way her back arched, her legs quivering, and her body surrendered completely to the sensations it was sight to behold.She was raw, unguarded, and utterly captivating, every movement a symphony of vulnerability and desire.
He couldn’t stop thinking about how badly he wanted that to be his cock inside her, how much he craved to fuck her right there, right then. But he didn’t. He’d always enjoyed torturing himself just a little, and besides, she needed to be taken slowly—like peeling away the layers of her modesty, one at a time.
Vishal:That feel good?
He pulled the remote out of the box, snapping it shut.
"Yes, Vishal," she replied, her fingers reaching back to touch herself, moving with a careful, exploring touch.
Vishal:I thought you might like getting stuffed at work .
He pulled her skirt down over her ass.
Afrah's POV :
Afrah turned around, her face betraying her emotions—a mix of pleading and vulnerability. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, a sharp knock on the door made her freeze.
Vishal: come in
Quickly, she smoothed her skirt over her hips, trying to regain her composure as the door creaked open.
Neha:“ the meeting is about to start,”
Afrah’s heart raced, the vibration buzzing inside her making it nearly impossible to focus. She glanced at Vishal, silently begging him to do something, to stop this madness. Her pleading look didn’t seem to faze him; instead, he looked utterly unbothered, his smirk only deepening.
Vishal: “Go with Neha to the conference room, I’ll join you in a minute.”
Afrah’s stomach twisted. Her gaze lingered on him, a storm of emotions in her eyes—anger, lust, frustration, and a silent plea for mercy. His only response was a devilish grin that made her knees weak.
Reluctantly, she turned and followed Neha out of the room. Each step felt like a challenge as the subtle vibrations inside her continued, her body betraying her with every slight tremor. She walked slowly, her cheeks flushed, praying no one would notice the tension radiating off her.
As Afrah slowly lowered herself onto the chair, she moved with deliberate caution, desperate to avoid adding to the relentless sensations already tormenting her wet pussy. Her thighs trembled as the vibrator shifted slightly inside her, its subtle movements igniting fresh waves of stimulation.
The moment she sat, the device pressed deeper, sending a sharp, quenching vibration through her. She bit her lip hard, suppressing the moan that threatened to escape, her fingers gripping the edge of the table for support. Her breath came in short, quiet gasps as she tried to maintain her composure, her body betraying her with every subtle tremor.
It hadn’t crossed her mind when she walked into the office that morning. Or even earlier at home, when she’d decided to go panty-less just to feel the thrill of it and tease Vishal. But now, with her pussy stuffed by the relentless vibrator, she was paying the price for her boldness, tormented by every hum and quiver.
Her thoughts spiraled as she clenched her fists under the table, her frustration bubbling over. "I’m going to kill him," she thought bitterly. "No, I’m going to crush him."
Minutes later, the door to the conference room opened, and Vishal strode in with his usual confidence. Afrah’s head shot up, her eyes narrowing at him even as she tried to keep her expression neutral.
He spared her a quick glance, smirking ever so slightly before addressing the room. “Good morning, everyone. Let’s get started.”
Afrah shifted uncomfortably in her seat, biting back another frustrated groan as the vibrations continued their merciless rhythm. The meeting had barely begun, and already she was struggling to keep her composure.
Afrah couldn’t stop stealing glances at Vishal as he stood at the head of the room, addressing the team with his usual commanding presence. His deep voice carried authority, each word flowing effortlessly, and the confident way he carried himself only added to the ache building inside her.
Her thighs pressed together instinctively, the vibrator humming softly, teasing her without mercy.
I hate him, she thought, her frustration boiling over into vivid fantasies. She imagined dragging him into a private space, forcing him to his knees, and crushing his smug face between her trembling thighs as she found her release. Her lips curled into a faint smirk of her own as her thoughts twisted further, picturing his mouth working to please her, erasing the torment he had inflicted.
The fantasy only fueled her arousal, and she clenched her fists beneath the table, glaring at him even as her body betrayed her desires.
Fifteen minutes into the meeting, Afrah’s desperation reached its breaking point. A terrifying thought clawed its way into her mind—What if he made her come right here, in front of everyone? The sheer humiliation that would follow sent a flush of heat across her skin, yet it only added to the maddening ache between her thighs. Her legs pressed tighter together as she bit her lip hard, suppressing a soft, involuntary whimper.
Suddenly, the vibrator surged to a higher setting, its hum intensifying as it teased her sensitive pussy. The sensation was so sharp, so overwhelming, that she nearly jumped out of her chair.
Afrah’s grip on the edge of the table tightened, her knuckles turning white as her nails dug into the wood. She risked a glance at her tormentor, their eyes met he smirked at her.
Afrah’s breathing hitched as the vibrations inside her surged, relentless and soaked in her fluids. She could feel the wetness coating the device, the heat between her thighs unbearable.
The buzzing sound teased her ears, faint yet persistent.
Neha: “Do you hear that buzzing sound?”
Afrah froze, panic shooting through her.
Afrah:“No, I don’t hear anything.”
Neha’s curious gaze lingered, but she eventually turned her attention back to the meeting.But the vibrator buzzed with a relentless rhythm, hitting every sensitive spot inside her.
And then it hit a particularly sensitive spot.
A soft, breathy moan slipped past her lips before she could catch it.
“Ahh…”
Though faint, it was enough to catch Neha’s attention again.
Neha:Are you okay?
Afrah: Y-yes, just a cramp
But then, the vibrator shifted into a faster, deeper rhythm, and Afrah nearly bolted from her chair. She pressed her lips tightly together, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge. She was about to come. Here. In this room. In front of everyone.
Her breaths quickened, her thighs trembling uncontrollably. The pressure built to an unbearable peak, and just as she was about to shatter, the vibrations stopped.
She gasped softly, her body still tense, her head snapping toward Vishal. He stood at the front of the room, his expression calm, but the slight quirk of his lips betrayed his amusement.
Afrah didn’t know whether to feel relieved or furious. Her body throbbed with unfulfilled need, and her gaze burned into him, a mix of anger and frustration swirling in her eyes.
She wanted to reach down, desperately rub her clit to chase the relief, to bring herself to the edge. But no, she couldn’t.
The meeting concluded, and as everyone began to leave, Vishal walked toward Afrah. The vibrator inside her hummed to life again, slowly intensifying, causing her to tense slightly.
Vishal: Afrah
Afrah :Yes, Mr. Vishal?
Vishal:“How’s that report coming ?
“It’s, uh—” she falters, her thoughts scattering .
“It was about to come,” she whispered, her voice low and breathless, barely audible, before the vibrator stopped again, leaving her feeling frustrated and empty.
Without a word, Vishal turned and walked back toward his cabin, his strides confident and calm.
N
eha: let's go
Afrah : I will join you later , looking at his cabin ,lusty angry
Afrah nodded, but her gaze remained fixed on Vishal’s cabin, a mix of anger and desire burning within her.
Afrah glanced at the clock—ten minutes left. The office was almost empty, the faint hum of activity fading. She knew he was still in his cabin; he always stayed late.
Her legs trembled as she stood, the phantom sensation of the vibrator lingering. With steady, deliberate steps, she walked toward his door, her heart pounding.
Pausing for a moment, she pushed it open and stepped inside, ready to confront him.
Vishal leaned back in his chair, a smug smile playing on his lips as Afrah stormed into his cabin. Without a word, she locked the door behind her, her movements quick and purposeful.
Before he could speak, she rushed toward him, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and desire. She grabbed his collar and crashed her lips against his in a furious, heated kiss.
“You bastard,” she hissed against his mouth, her voice dripping with frustration and longing. Her teeth grazed his lower lip before she bit down hard, drawing a soft groan from him.
Her lips moved to his neck, biting and nipping at his skin, leaving a trail of raw, stinging marks. It wasn’t gentle; it was punishment—a retaliation for the torment he’d put her through.
Vishal chuckled, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her closer. “Angry or desperate?” he teased, his voice low and taunting.
Afrah’s response was another sharp bite to his neck, her breathing ragged as she pressed herself against him.
Afrah pushed him back into his chair, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and raw desire. She climbed onto his desk, the papers and files scattering under her.
She sat on the edge of the table, her gaze locked on his as she placed her foot against his chest, pushing him slightly back.
Still holding his gaze, she slowly lifted her skirt, revealing her trembling thighs and the torment he had caused her. Then, with a defiant look, she parted her legs, baring herself to him.
Reaching between her thighs, her fingers brushed against the vibrator he had so cruelly left inside her. Her breathing was ragged as she pulled it out slowly, the slick device glistening with her arousal.
She held it up, her expression a blend of fury and challenge. “Enjoyed your little game?” she asked, her voice low, filled with both anger and a heat she couldn’t suppress.
Vishal smirked, his dark eyes never leaving hers. “Every second,” he replied smoothly, his tone laced with amusement.
Without breaking eye contact, Afrah grabbed Vishal by the collar and leaned forward, her breath hot and heavy. Then, with a swift, commanding motion, she seized his head and pushed it between her parted thighs.
“Since you’re so proud of your little game,” she hissed, her voice dripping with both fury and desire, “fix it.”
Vishal chuckled against her inner thigh, the vibration sending a shiver through her. His hands instinctively gripped her hips, steadying her as he inhaled the intoxicating scent of her arousal.
Afrah tightened her grip on his hair, pulling his face closer. “No more teasing,” she warned, her tone sharp, her thighs pressing against the sides of his face in frustration.
Vishal’s obeyed, his tongue slipping out to taste her. Her breath hitched, and her nails dug into his scalp as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. When his tongue ran between her wet folds, a loud moan escaped her lips. Grabbing his hair by the root, she pulled him into her with a violent movement. He didn’t resist; instead, he dove into her with a vengeance, his open mouth sucking on her drenched pussy. When he flicked his tongue against her clit, it felt as though she had been struck by thunder. Her whole body tensed up, and she began swaying her hips from side to side, rubbing her pussy against his face as if tomorrow would never come.
His tongue found her center , and using his hold on her, he began to lap at her pussy. His tongue dragged through her folds, the delicate flesh soaked in her cum.Opening his mouth wide, he sucks her drenched folds, taking her juices in his mouth as his tongue starts to jab at her, parting her inner lips and sliding in and out at a maddening pace. She rest her hands on his, feeling dazed by the way he moves his head. Grabbing locks of stray hair, she keeps pulling him into her violently while she thrust her hips against his face, rubbing her pussy all over his mouth. Relishing it, he redoubles his efforts, sucking and licking in a way that turns a never ending sequence of hushed moans into a long drawn out one. Ooh... yes, right there Ooh... yes, right there," she gasped, arching her back.
Sucking while his tongue laps at her clit, he placed his finger on her pussy ,starts rubbing with his finger , and she feels her insides boiling and clenching. His grip on her ass his not that strong ,so she sway her hips freely. She place her legs over his shoulders, locking him in place and reeling him in while she press his face against her pussy, rubbing herself against him, her mind completely devoid of any semblance of rationality. In this precise moment, she is just existing. One harder flick of his tongue against her clit and a thunderstorm consumes her mind. She pull him into my pussy so hard that she can even feel his teeth against my flesh, and she come just like that. Her whole body trembles as she thrust at him, goose bumps all over her skin. He pulls back, leaving only his finger inside; instead of taking it out as she come, he keeps on fingering her without mercy. Her whole body is trembling and there’s a violent pressure mounting on her insides.
Something inside of her was clenching, and she tried to grab Vishal's hand. He looked up at her, a grin on his face, and redoubled his efforts. "Vishal, I ....... " But, judging by the look on his face, he knew exactly what he was doing. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and... Oh God, what was this? Her whole body contracted, and it felt like she was about to explode. Really explode. And that’s exactly what happened.
Her pussy clenched around his finger , and an orgasm spread through her like a flood. And I mean that quite literally; she was gushing! She was… she was squirting! Oh, God, she really was squirting, in a way she never thought possible. The pleasure was so intense, she felt all of her muscles burning. Warm juices shot out of her pussy, dripping down her folds, pooling between her thighs on the leather seat. Her limbs flailed as she threw her head back against the seat, breathing hard.
"Come here," she whispers suddenly, her lips aching for a kiss.He comes up, sitting by her side, touching her cheek, caressing it, and laying his lips against hers. She can still taste herself on his mouth, and by God, she loves how it feels. But he isn’t done yet. His finger is still inside of her, He starts slowly at first, almost as if he’s teasing her, but she’s as wet and ready as she can be. He goes faster, with each thrust of his finger, increasing the pace, and soon she’s pressing her legs together, locking his hand into place as he fingers her toward insanity. When he pushes one more finger inside of her, she has to grit her teeth. Her body is still trembling and shaking, and even so, she can already feel that storm of pleasure building back up, the roar of delight inside her mind. She throws her head back, her hair falling over her shoulders, and she chokes down a scream as something explodes inside her mind. She comes... she comes really hard.
After a few minutes, Afrah relaxed and looked at him. His finger brushed gently against her cheek.
Vishal: "I want you to come to Sri Lanka with me."
Afrah knew exactly what it meant if she agreed, the implications swirling in her mind.
Yet, without saying a word, she nodded.
After she climaxed and slowly recovered, she glanced at Vishal. His mouth glistened with beads of her liquid, and a rush of shyness washed over her as she looked away, her eyes darting to the floor. She noticed him searching for her panties, his hand finally gripping them. With a smirk, he looked up at her and said, "This is mine."
The rest of the day at the office, she was pantyless, the absence of the familiar fabric making her feel exposed, each movement reminding her of the encounter.
When Afrah returned home, she was greeted by the sound of her ammi and khala chatting in the living room. No this the last thing she wanted.
Ammi: Hey, look who’s here!
Afrah: I need to change. Her voice was almost too quiet, but she couldn’t sit with them like this.
Khala: Just sit for a minute, talk to your khala. I have to leave in fifteen minutes.
Afrah could feel the heat of her body from earlier, her mind still replaying the forbidden act that had taken place in Vishal’s office. She wanted nothing more than to escape, to change into something more comfortable, but the thought of sitting with her mother and khala in this state—pantyless, still feeling the aftershocks of what had happened—made her skin burn.
Afrah hesitated. Every part of her screamed to run to her room and get dressed, but she knew she had to sit with them. The conversation began innocently enough, but quickly shifted to her marriage.
Khala: Our daughter is so beautiful, so pure, and good. She’ll make a wonderful wife.
Ammi: Yes, she’s a perfect girl. Sohail will be a great husband—he’s a good man.
Afrah felt her cheeks flush, but it wasn’t from modesty. The words that were meant to honor her felt more like a cruel reminder of the difference between the image she had to maintain and the truth of who she was. She should have felt guilty for what had happened, for what had been taken from her today in that office. But instead, she felt the heat in her body stir again, the tension of a secret she was now living with, a secret that made everything else feel distant and unreal.
Khala: He’s lucky to have such a beautiful, obedient, and pious wife—unlike the girls of today.
Afrah forced herself to keep her expression neutral, even as her body betrayed her. She wasn’t blushing because of shyness or modesty. No, the heat she felt was the same one that had overwhelmed her earlier—an arousal tied to something forbidden, something they would never understand. The fact that they thought her so perfect, so innocent, only made the weight of the lie harder to carry.
She cursed Vishal silently in her mind. This feeling, this damn heat—it was all because of him.
The conversation between her khala and ammi faded into the background as Vishal gripped her thoughts.
Afrah blushed, her mind replaying the moment over and over again. She remembered how powerful she felt when Vishal—handsome, authoritative, and her boss—had been on his knees, begging her. His mouth had pleasured her with an intensity she hadn’t expected, devouring her as though she were the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. The memory sent a wave of heat through her, and despite the people around her, her body betrayed her. She could still feel the rawness of that moment, the contrast between the power she’d felt and the sh
ame now crawling up her spine.
2 days later
Vishal pov:
Vishal couldn’t stop thinking about her. The image of Afrah cumming on his chair played on loop in his mind. The way her body withered as his mouth sucked her clit, how her soft thighs brushed against his face, was intoxicating. There was nothing sexier than making her cum .
She was changing, turning into a vixen .
He had taken a massive risk that day, burying his face between her thighs in his office, during work hours no less. Vishal didn’t take risks like that. He had always prided himself on keeping things professional, controlled, within the limits of reason. But Afrah shattered that control.
She made him reckless. She made him break his own rules.
She was also slowly shedding her inhibitions, and Vishal wanted to see her fully embrace that slutty side of herself.
But Vishal wasn’t done yet. A smirk tugged at his lips as an idea began to form. It was risky, reckless even, and the thought of getting caught should have stopped him. Vishal felt g his dick got hard.
He knew how to have some fun, to push her limits further, and to remind her and himself that this game they were playing was far from over. At last, he picked up the phone and called.
Afrah :Yes, Vishal?
Vishal: Could you please come to my office?
Afrah: Of course, Vishal
Inside, she closed the door at his order, then stood in front of his desk, her hands folded, exuding her usual prim composure.
Vishal: Come here
he commanded, opening the drawer.
Afrah walked around his desk.
He took the small box out, holding it in his hand for a moment before locking his gaze on her.
Vishal: Turn around and bend over
Afrah flinched for a second, her eyes wide with surprise ,but she went ahead with it.
Afrah did it. Vishal’s cock practically jumping out of his pants at the sight of her perfect, round ass right in front of him.
He slowly reached for the hem of her dress, his fingers grazing her soft, smooth skin as he began lifting it. Each inch revealed more of her flawless beauty. And then, the sight came into view—her perfect, round ass, so soft and alluring.
She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her fair, ass was right there before him, completely bare, with no fabric to obstruct the intoxicating sight.
Unable to resist, he cupped one of her round, soft cheeks, his palm sinking slightly into her supple flesh like it was made for his touch. A quiet gasp escaped her lips.
Without hesitation, he brought his hand down with a firm slap. The sound echoed in the room, sharp and commanding, and she jolted forward, her back arching instinctively.
A low, breathy moan escaped her.
As his hand lingered on her soft, quivering skin, his eyes drifted downward towards her glistening pussy.
Her swollen, dripping clit stood out, a throbbing beacon of desire.It was a sight that sent a rush of heat through him, his restraint fraying as primal instincts began to take over.
Vishal smiled at her action, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes.
Vishal: "You forgot panties,"
He run his fingertips over her seam, already practically dripping with her juices.
Afrah whispered, "I didn’t forget."
More than anything, Vishal wanted to drop to his knees, suck her clit into his mouth, and bury his tongue inside her until she screamed his name, letting him drink in every drop of her sweetness. But he held back.
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Reaching into the box, he retrieved the vibratora sleek, spherical device with a soft silicone cord dangling from one end. It felt cool and smooth in his palm as he clicked the remote, the low hum vibrating to life.
Leaning in, he pressed it gently against her glistening, wet lips, the sensation making her shiver. Slowly, deliberately, he guided it inside her, her body yielding to the gentle pressure. Her back arched as she leaned forward, her soft, round ass pressing against him, the curve accentuated as she braced herself against the table.
The quiet hum of the vibrator mingled with her breathless moans, the sound growing more desperate as her movements ground her hips subtly against the table’s edge.
Vishal’s gaze stayed fixed on her, watching the scene unfold with an almost predatory intensity. Her hands clawed at the table, nails scbanging against the surface as the vibrator worked relentlessly inside her. Her body trembled, each quiver making her curves shift tantalizingly before him.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away as her thighs rubbed together, desperate for some relief, the motion only emphasizing her helplessness. Her soft, breathy moan. ahh ummmmm escaped her lips despite her attempts to press them together, her teeth sinking into her lower lip in a futile effort to stifle the sounds.
The way her back arched, her legs quivering, and her body surrendered completely to the sensations it was sight to behold.She was raw, unguarded, and utterly captivating, every movement a symphony of vulnerability and desire.
He couldn’t stop thinking about how badly he wanted that to be his cock inside her, how much he craved to fuck her right there, right then. But he didn’t. He’d always enjoyed torturing himself just a little, and besides, she needed to be taken slowly—like peeling away the layers of her modesty, one at a time.
Vishal:That feel good?
He pulled the remote out of the box, snapping it shut.
"Yes, Vishal," she replied, her fingers reaching back to touch herself, moving with a careful, exploring touch.
Vishal:I thought you might like getting stuffed at work .
He pulled her skirt down over her ass.
Afrah's POV :
Afrah turned around, her face betraying her emotions—a mix of pleading and vulnerability. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, a sharp knock on the door made her freeze.
Vishal: come in
Quickly, she smoothed her skirt over her hips, trying to regain her composure as the door creaked open.
Neha:“ the meeting is about to start,”
Afrah’s heart raced, the vibration buzzing inside her making it nearly impossible to focus. She glanced at Vishal, silently begging him to do something, to stop this madness. Her pleading look didn’t seem to faze him; instead, he looked utterly unbothered, his smirk only deepening.
Vishal: “Go with Neha to the conference room, I’ll join you in a minute.”
Afrah’s stomach twisted. Her gaze lingered on him, a storm of emotions in her eyes—anger, lust, frustration, and a silent plea for mercy. His only response was a devilish grin that made her knees weak.
Reluctantly, she turned and followed Neha out of the room. Each step felt like a challenge as the subtle vibrations inside her continued, her body betraying her with every slight tremor. She walked slowly, her cheeks flushed, praying no one would notice the tension radiating off her.
As Afrah slowly lowered herself onto the chair, she moved with deliberate caution, desperate to avoid adding to the relentless sensations already tormenting her wet pussy. Her thighs trembled as the vibrator shifted slightly inside her, its subtle movements igniting fresh waves of stimulation.
The moment she sat, the device pressed deeper, sending a sharp, quenching vibration through her. She bit her lip hard, suppressing the moan that threatened to escape, her fingers gripping the edge of the table for support. Her breath came in short, quiet gasps as she tried to maintain her composure, her body betraying her with every subtle tremor.
It hadn’t crossed her mind when she walked into the office that morning. Or even earlier at home, when she’d decided to go panty-less just to feel the thrill of it and tease Vishal. But now, with her pussy stuffed by the relentless vibrator, she was paying the price for her boldness, tormented by every hum and quiver.
Her thoughts spiraled as she clenched her fists under the table, her frustration bubbling over. "I’m going to kill him," she thought bitterly. "No, I’m going to crush him."
Minutes later, the door to the conference room opened, and Vishal strode in with his usual confidence. Afrah’s head shot up, her eyes narrowing at him even as she tried to keep her expression neutral.
He spared her a quick glance, smirking ever so slightly before addressing the room. “Good morning, everyone. Let’s get started.”
Afrah shifted uncomfortably in her seat, biting back another frustrated groan as the vibrations continued their merciless rhythm. The meeting had barely begun, and already she was struggling to keep her composure.
Afrah couldn’t stop stealing glances at Vishal as he stood at the head of the room, addressing the team with his usual commanding presence. His deep voice carried authority, each word flowing effortlessly, and the confident way he carried himself only added to the ache building inside her.
Her thighs pressed together instinctively, the vibrator humming softly, teasing her without mercy.
I hate him, she thought, her frustration boiling over into vivid fantasies. She imagined dragging him into a private space, forcing him to his knees, and crushing his smug face between her trembling thighs as she found her release. Her lips curled into a faint smirk of her own as her thoughts twisted further, picturing his mouth working to please her, erasing the torment he had inflicted.
The fantasy only fueled her arousal, and she clenched her fists beneath the table, glaring at him even as her body betrayed her desires.
Fifteen minutes into the meeting, Afrah’s desperation reached its breaking point. A terrifying thought clawed its way into her mind—What if he made her come right here, in front of everyone? The sheer humiliation that would follow sent a flush of heat across her skin, yet it only added to the maddening ache between her thighs. Her legs pressed tighter together as she bit her lip hard, suppressing a soft, involuntary whimper.
Suddenly, the vibrator surged to a higher setting, its hum intensifying as it teased her sensitive pussy. The sensation was so sharp, so overwhelming, that she nearly jumped out of her chair.
Afrah’s grip on the edge of the table tightened, her knuckles turning white as her nails dug into the wood. She risked a glance at her tormentor, their eyes met he smirked at her.
Afrah’s breathing hitched as the vibrations inside her surged, relentless and soaked in her fluids. She could feel the wetness coating the device, the heat between her thighs unbearable.
The buzzing sound teased her ears, faint yet persistent.
Neha: “Do you hear that buzzing sound?”
Afrah froze, panic shooting through her.
Afrah:“No, I don’t hear anything.”
Neha’s curious gaze lingered, but she eventually turned her attention back to the meeting.But the vibrator buzzed with a relentless rhythm, hitting every sensitive spot inside her.
And then it hit a particularly sensitive spot.
A soft, breathy moan slipped past her lips before she could catch it.
“Ahh…”
Though faint, it was enough to catch Neha’s attention again.
Neha:Are you okay?
Afrah: Y-yes, just a cramp
But then, the vibrator shifted into a faster, deeper rhythm, and Afrah nearly bolted from her chair. She pressed her lips tightly together, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge. She was about to come. Here. In this room. In front of everyone.
Her breaths quickened, her thighs trembling uncontrollably. The pressure built to an unbearable peak, and just as she was about to shatter, the vibrations stopped.
She gasped softly, her body still tense, her head snapping toward Vishal. He stood at the front of the room, his expression calm, but the slight quirk of his lips betrayed his amusement.
Afrah didn’t know whether to feel relieved or furious. Her body throbbed with unfulfilled need, and her gaze burned into him, a mix of anger and frustration swirling in her eyes.
She wanted to reach down, desperately rub her clit to chase the relief, to bring herself to the edge. But no, she couldn’t.
The meeting concluded, and as everyone began to leave, Vishal walked toward Afrah. The vibrator inside her hummed to life again, slowly intensifying, causing her to tense slightly.
Vishal: Afrah
Afrah :Yes, Mr. Vishal?
Vishal:“How’s that report coming ?
“It’s, uh—” she falters, her thoughts scattering .
“It was about to come,” she whispered, her voice low and breathless, barely audible, before the vibrator stopped again, leaving her feeling frustrated and empty.
Without a word, Vishal turned and walked back toward his cabin, his strides confident and calm.
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eha: let's go
Afrah : I will join you later , looking at his cabin ,lusty angry
Afrah nodded, but her gaze remained fixed on Vishal’s cabin, a mix of anger and desire burning within her.
Afrah glanced at the clock—ten minutes left. The office was almost empty, the faint hum of activity fading. She knew he was still in his cabin; he always stayed late.
Her legs trembled as she stood, the phantom sensation of the vibrator lingering. With steady, deliberate steps, she walked toward his door, her heart pounding.
Pausing for a moment, she pushed it open and stepped inside, ready to confront him.
Vishal leaned back in his chair, a smug smile playing on his lips as Afrah stormed into his cabin. Without a word, she locked the door behind her, her movements quick and purposeful.
Before he could speak, she rushed toward him, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and desire. She grabbed his collar and crashed her lips against his in a furious, heated kiss.
“You bastard,” she hissed against his mouth, her voice dripping with frustration and longing. Her teeth grazed his lower lip before she bit down hard, drawing a soft groan from him.
Her lips moved to his neck, biting and nipping at his skin, leaving a trail of raw, stinging marks. It wasn’t gentle; it was punishment—a retaliation for the torment he’d put her through.
Vishal chuckled, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her closer. “Angry or desperate?” he teased, his voice low and taunting.
Afrah’s response was another sharp bite to his neck, her breathing ragged as she pressed herself against him.
Afrah pushed him back into his chair, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and raw desire. She climbed onto his desk, the papers and files scattering under her.
She sat on the edge of the table, her gaze locked on his as she placed her foot against his chest, pushing him slightly back.
Still holding his gaze, she slowly lifted her skirt, revealing her trembling thighs and the torment he had caused her. Then, with a defiant look, she parted her legs, baring herself to him.
Reaching between her thighs, her fingers brushed against the vibrator he had so cruelly left inside her. Her breathing was ragged as she pulled it out slowly, the slick device glistening with her arousal.
She held it up, her expression a blend of fury and challenge. “Enjoyed your little game?” she asked, her voice low, filled with both anger and a heat she couldn’t suppress.
Vishal smirked, his dark eyes never leaving hers. “Every second,” he replied smoothly, his tone laced with amusement.
Without breaking eye contact, Afrah grabbed Vishal by the collar and leaned forward, her breath hot and heavy. Then, with a swift, commanding motion, she seized his head and pushed it between her parted thighs.
“Since you’re so proud of your little game,” she hissed, her voice dripping with both fury and desire, “fix it.”
Vishal chuckled against her inner thigh, the vibration sending a shiver through her. His hands instinctively gripped her hips, steadying her as he inhaled the intoxicating scent of her arousal.
Afrah tightened her grip on his hair, pulling his face closer. “No more teasing,” she warned, her tone sharp, her thighs pressing against the sides of his face in frustration.
Vishal’s obeyed, his tongue slipping out to taste her. Her breath hitched, and her nails dug into his scalp as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. When his tongue ran between her wet folds, a loud moan escaped her lips. Grabbing his hair by the root, she pulled him into her with a violent movement. He didn’t resist; instead, he dove into her with a vengeance, his open mouth sucking on her drenched pussy. When he flicked his tongue against her clit, it felt as though she had been struck by thunder. Her whole body tensed up, and she began swaying her hips from side to side, rubbing her pussy against his face as if tomorrow would never come.
His tongue found her center , and using his hold on her, he began to lap at her pussy. His tongue dragged through her folds, the delicate flesh soaked in her cum.Opening his mouth wide, he sucks her drenched folds, taking her juices in his mouth as his tongue starts to jab at her, parting her inner lips and sliding in and out at a maddening pace. She rest her hands on his, feeling dazed by the way he moves his head. Grabbing locks of stray hair, she keeps pulling him into her violently while she thrust her hips against his face, rubbing her pussy all over his mouth. Relishing it, he redoubles his efforts, sucking and licking in a way that turns a never ending sequence of hushed moans into a long drawn out one. Ooh... yes, right there Ooh... yes, right there," she gasped, arching her back.
Sucking while his tongue laps at her clit, he placed his finger on her pussy ,starts rubbing with his finger , and she feels her insides boiling and clenching. His grip on her ass his not that strong ,so she sway her hips freely. She place her legs over his shoulders, locking him in place and reeling him in while she press his face against her pussy, rubbing herself against him, her mind completely devoid of any semblance of rationality. In this precise moment, she is just existing. One harder flick of his tongue against her clit and a thunderstorm consumes her mind. She pull him into my pussy so hard that she can even feel his teeth against my flesh, and she come just like that. Her whole body trembles as she thrust at him, goose bumps all over her skin. He pulls back, leaving only his finger inside; instead of taking it out as she come, he keeps on fingering her without mercy. Her whole body is trembling and there’s a violent pressure mounting on her insides.
Something inside of her was clenching, and she tried to grab Vishal's hand. He looked up at her, a grin on his face, and redoubled his efforts. "Vishal, I ....... " But, judging by the look on his face, he knew exactly what he was doing. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and... Oh God, what was this? Her whole body contracted, and it felt like she was about to explode. Really explode. And that’s exactly what happened.
Her pussy clenched around his finger , and an orgasm spread through her like a flood. And I mean that quite literally; she was gushing! She was… she was squirting! Oh, God, she really was squirting, in a way she never thought possible. The pleasure was so intense, she felt all of her muscles burning. Warm juices shot out of her pussy, dripping down her folds, pooling between her thighs on the leather seat. Her limbs flailed as she threw her head back against the seat, breathing hard.
"Come here," she whispers suddenly, her lips aching for a kiss.He comes up, sitting by her side, touching her cheek, caressing it, and laying his lips against hers. She can still taste herself on his mouth, and by God, she loves how it feels. But he isn’t done yet. His finger is still inside of her, He starts slowly at first, almost as if he’s teasing her, but she’s as wet and ready as she can be. He goes faster, with each thrust of his finger, increasing the pace, and soon she’s pressing her legs together, locking his hand into place as he fingers her toward insanity. When he pushes one more finger inside of her, she has to grit her teeth. Her body is still trembling and shaking, and even so, she can already feel that storm of pleasure building back up, the roar of delight inside her mind. She throws her head back, her hair falling over her shoulders, and she chokes down a scream as something explodes inside her mind. She comes... she comes really hard.
After a few minutes, Afrah relaxed and looked at him. His finger brushed gently against her cheek.
Vishal: "I want you to come to Sri Lanka with me."
Afrah knew exactly what it meant if she agreed, the implications swirling in her mind.
Yet, without saying a word, she nodded.
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