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

[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.