16-08-2025, 04:56 PM
Chapter 17: Day Four - The Royal Blue Reign
Thursday morning hummed with electric anticipation as Nivi glided into the office, the royal blue kurti cinching her waist like a lover’s grip, flaring over her hips to accentuate her full breasts and round ass.
The short sleeves bared her arms, the fabric clinging to her curves, teasing their shape with every breath. Her leggings hugged tight, her hips swaying with each step. From the front, she was polished, professional; from behind, she was a wildfire, her body a bold invitation.
Her pussy flared as she crossed the office doors, wet from imagining the gang’s eyes, their cocks stirring. Why is my body so hungry for this? she wondered, her mind racing. I’m discovering a new me, unleashed by those kurtis, Raghavan’s gaze.
These urges are wild, controlling me, and I’m trying to understand what I need. The shopping spree had awakened her, each piece fueling her power, her body leading her into a blaze of desire.
The office stilled, eyes snapping to her—Ashwin’s grin sharpening, Dinesh’s pen frozen, Ashok’s shy stare trembling. A junior staffer by the reception desk paused, his gaze lingering on her cinched waist before he fumbled his phone. The attention sent a spark to her pussy, her panties dampening fast.
Why am I so turned on by their looks? My body’s alive, craving this, she thought, grappling with the desire driving her. She adjusted her dupatta, letting it slip to tease her curves, her nipples hardening under the fabric.
At the tea station, the gang swarmed, their banter crackling with naughty undertones.
Ashwin leaned back, tossing a biscuit. “Nivi, this kurti’s a knockout—look at those curves! You were all skin and bones before, now you’re pure trouble.” His grin was bold, eyes lingering on her waist, implying more.
Dinesh smirked, glasses glinting. “Yeah, skinny Nivi’s gone. This blue’s got us all tripping.” His tone teased, his gaze on her hips hinting at desire. Her pussy sparked, their mockery fueling her heat.
Why is my body reacting so much? Their words make me wet, like I’m owning my desire, she thought, her urges surging.
Ashok mumbled, face red, “It’s… gorgeous.” His eyes were glued to her curves, and she thought, He’s picturing fucking me, his cock hard, helpless. Her pussy clenched, panties soaked.
Mohan slid in beside her, his confident smile sharp. “Nivi, you’re redefining this place,” he said, his voice smooth, leaning close, his arm brushing hers.
“This kurti’s dangerous—shows every curve.” His tone was suggestive, and her pussy flared. He’s pushing closer, wants my tits, my ass, she thought, her body driving her. Later, during a budget review, Mohan sat beside her, their knees touching as he pointed out a formula error.
“You’re sharp, Nivi,” he said softly. “And if home’s tough, I’m here—work or not.” His support felt warm, his closeness electric, pulling her in.
In the lunchroom, Saritha and Lakshmi pulled her aside, their faces serious. “Nivi, watch yourself,”
Saritha said, voice low. “You’re stunning in these kurtis, but Raghavan and Mohan—they’re too close. The office is talking, saying you’re getting cozy with the boss, maybe Mohan too.” Lakshmi nodded, eyes concerned. “You’re shining, but men like them… they notice too much.
Be careful—they might want more than you think.” The warning sent a jolt through Nivi, her nipples tightening, her pussy dripping. They’re gossiping about me with Raghavan, Mohan, she thought, her body urging her on. Why am I so horny for this? My body’s craving their eyes, their whispers.
Two clerks nearby whispered: “Nivi’s kurtis—she’s with the boss and Mohan too much.” The gossip made her pussy ache, her body thriving. She smiled at Saritha and Lakshmi, crossing her legs, the kurti tight.
“Thanks for the heads-up,” she said, her voice calm but bold. “I’m just being me.” Their concern grounded her, but the gossip fueled her fire, her body leading her mind.
Mid-afternoon, Raghavan called her to his office, his voice steady but eyes dark, devouring her—tits, waist, ass—as she strutted in, hips swaying. “Nivi,” he said, leaning forward, “this blue’s a masterpiece.
Hugs your curves like it was made for you.” His gaze lingered on her waist, and her pussy flared, soaked panties sticking. He’s hard, picturing his hands on my curves, fucking me, she thought, her body in charge. Why is my body so alive? I’m discovering my desire, and it’s overwhelming me.
“Like it, sir?” she teased, leaning on his desk, the kurti tight, curves outlined. He handed her a file, his fingers brushing hers, lingering longer than needed.
“You’re unstoppable, Nivi,” he murmured, his voice a growl. “This place is yours.” Gossip buzzed outside—a clerk whispering, “Nivi’s in with Raghavan again, that kurti!”—and her pussy dripped, her body thriving on the attention.
Later, Mohan caught her by the break room, offering to carry her files.
“Nivi, you’re killing it,” he said, his hand grazing her arm, eyes on her curves.
“Anand’s not seeing you? His loss—I’m here, work or otherwise.”
His closeness sent a gush to her pussy, her body leading.
Why can’t I control this? Mohan’s touch, Raghavan’s eyes—they’re driving my desire wild, she thought, her urges a blaze, ready for the next day’s fire.
Continues...
Thursday morning hummed with electric anticipation as Nivi glided into the office, the royal blue kurti cinching her waist like a lover’s grip, flaring over her hips to accentuate her full breasts and round ass.
The short sleeves bared her arms, the fabric clinging to her curves, teasing their shape with every breath. Her leggings hugged tight, her hips swaying with each step. From the front, she was polished, professional; from behind, she was a wildfire, her body a bold invitation.
Her pussy flared as she crossed the office doors, wet from imagining the gang’s eyes, their cocks stirring. Why is my body so hungry for this? she wondered, her mind racing. I’m discovering a new me, unleashed by those kurtis, Raghavan’s gaze.
These urges are wild, controlling me, and I’m trying to understand what I need. The shopping spree had awakened her, each piece fueling her power, her body leading her into a blaze of desire.
The office stilled, eyes snapping to her—Ashwin’s grin sharpening, Dinesh’s pen frozen, Ashok’s shy stare trembling. A junior staffer by the reception desk paused, his gaze lingering on her cinched waist before he fumbled his phone. The attention sent a spark to her pussy, her panties dampening fast.
Why am I so turned on by their looks? My body’s alive, craving this, she thought, grappling with the desire driving her. She adjusted her dupatta, letting it slip to tease her curves, her nipples hardening under the fabric.
At the tea station, the gang swarmed, their banter crackling with naughty undertones.
Ashwin leaned back, tossing a biscuit. “Nivi, this kurti’s a knockout—look at those curves! You were all skin and bones before, now you’re pure trouble.” His grin was bold, eyes lingering on her waist, implying more.
Dinesh smirked, glasses glinting. “Yeah, skinny Nivi’s gone. This blue’s got us all tripping.” His tone teased, his gaze on her hips hinting at desire. Her pussy sparked, their mockery fueling her heat.
Why is my body reacting so much? Their words make me wet, like I’m owning my desire, she thought, her urges surging.
Ashok mumbled, face red, “It’s… gorgeous.” His eyes were glued to her curves, and she thought, He’s picturing fucking me, his cock hard, helpless. Her pussy clenched, panties soaked.
Mohan slid in beside her, his confident smile sharp. “Nivi, you’re redefining this place,” he said, his voice smooth, leaning close, his arm brushing hers.
“This kurti’s dangerous—shows every curve.” His tone was suggestive, and her pussy flared. He’s pushing closer, wants my tits, my ass, she thought, her body driving her. Later, during a budget review, Mohan sat beside her, their knees touching as he pointed out a formula error.
“You’re sharp, Nivi,” he said softly. “And if home’s tough, I’m here—work or not.” His support felt warm, his closeness electric, pulling her in.
In the lunchroom, Saritha and Lakshmi pulled her aside, their faces serious. “Nivi, watch yourself,”
Saritha said, voice low. “You’re stunning in these kurtis, but Raghavan and Mohan—they’re too close. The office is talking, saying you’re getting cozy with the boss, maybe Mohan too.” Lakshmi nodded, eyes concerned. “You’re shining, but men like them… they notice too much.
Be careful—they might want more than you think.” The warning sent a jolt through Nivi, her nipples tightening, her pussy dripping. They’re gossiping about me with Raghavan, Mohan, she thought, her body urging her on. Why am I so horny for this? My body’s craving their eyes, their whispers.
Two clerks nearby whispered: “Nivi’s kurtis—she’s with the boss and Mohan too much.” The gossip made her pussy ache, her body thriving. She smiled at Saritha and Lakshmi, crossing her legs, the kurti tight.
“Thanks for the heads-up,” she said, her voice calm but bold. “I’m just being me.” Their concern grounded her, but the gossip fueled her fire, her body leading her mind.
Mid-afternoon, Raghavan called her to his office, his voice steady but eyes dark, devouring her—tits, waist, ass—as she strutted in, hips swaying. “Nivi,” he said, leaning forward, “this blue’s a masterpiece.
Hugs your curves like it was made for you.” His gaze lingered on her waist, and her pussy flared, soaked panties sticking. He’s hard, picturing his hands on my curves, fucking me, she thought, her body in charge. Why is my body so alive? I’m discovering my desire, and it’s overwhelming me.
“Like it, sir?” she teased, leaning on his desk, the kurti tight, curves outlined. He handed her a file, his fingers brushing hers, lingering longer than needed.
“You’re unstoppable, Nivi,” he murmured, his voice a growl. “This place is yours.” Gossip buzzed outside—a clerk whispering, “Nivi’s in with Raghavan again, that kurti!”—and her pussy dripped, her body thriving on the attention.
Later, Mohan caught her by the break room, offering to carry her files.
“Nivi, you’re killing it,” he said, his hand grazing her arm, eyes on her curves.
“Anand’s not seeing you? His loss—I’m here, work or otherwise.”
His closeness sent a gush to her pussy, her body leading.
Why can’t I control this? Mohan’s touch, Raghavan’s eyes—they’re driving my desire wild, she thought, her urges a blaze, ready for the next day’s fire.
Continues...
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