09-04-2026, 05:33 PM
Meera gasped at his last line. She doenot know what his condition is going to be. Is he innocent or will he demand money from me. She was worried in her thoughts. Ajay pushed open the door of the flat at 8:45 pm. His shoulders were heavy. The whole day had been a waste. He had spent hours calling and meeting a few staff members from Shankar’s office, trying to offer cheap foreign tour packages for their company employees. He had smiled, shown brochures, and even given small discounts, but nobody showed real interest. No one gave him any useful information about Shankar or the company. His secret mission felt stuck.
He was exhausted, angry with himself, and the small tourism shop felt like a prison now. The moment he stepped inside, he saw Meera sitting on the sofa, completely lost in her phone. She was typing something. The flat was not as neat as usual. There were small footprints of mud on the floor near the door — probably from someone who had gone to the terrace and come back. Ajay’s frustration boiled over instantly.
“Meera!” he shouted. “What is this? You are sitting on the phone the whole day? I called you three times in the evening and you didn’t pick up! Do you know how much tension I have? The shop is not running, I am struggling like a nobody, and you are busy chatting on the phone like a careless girl!”
Meera jumped up, startled. “Ajay… I was just—”
“Shut up!” he cut her off. “Look at the floor! Full of dirt!You are becoming irresponsible day by day!”. Meera’s eyes filled with tears. She quickly went to the kitchen and brought the food. Ajay sat on the dining chair, still fuming. When Meera bent down to serve the rice and fish curry on his plate, his elbow touched her hand and spoon has fell to the floor and some curry spashed to his shirt. She bent down to pick the spoon, her loose white T-shirt fell forward. Because she was not wearing a bra her big, heavy breasts hung down completely. The dark pink nipples were clearly visible, swaying gently like two ripe mangoes. The deep cleavage was fully on show.
Ajay’s eyes locked on them. His anger mixed with something else.
“Shameless slut!” he barked. “You are too careless I dont know what is in your mind these days and what do you think of me. YOu might be started to follow yout slutty mausi rit Is that what you want now?”
Meera straightened up, confused , did he get to know from Chotu or his friends, he hasnot kpet his word she though. She still did not fully understand why he was scolding her so much. “Ajay… what happened? Why are you scolding me like this? I was only helping Chotu with the water problem earlier… I didn’t do anything wrong.”
Ajay stood up suddenly. He caught the bottom of her T-shirt and lifted it up roughly till her boobs bounced out into the open air. He grabbed one full boob in his hand like he was plucking a mango from a tree — squeezing it hard, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.
“Look at these big hanging boobs!” he growled. “You are roaming without bra, nipples poking out, shameless, and you say you did nothing wrong? You want the whole world to see this? There was a low life boy on street bathing in a towel full of holes showing his dick and there were women staring him. Shameless people. You are also not different if given a chance you will bath full bare in that street with that shameless boy” . Ajay was not at all in his sense. He was eaten up by his frustration with the zero progress in his job.
Meera’s eyes welled up. She felt insulted and scared at the same time. Her gentle husband was turning rude and angry because of all the stress. But she loved him deeply. She knew he was struggling with the new shop and the loss of respect.She whispered, “I am sorry, Ajay… I love you. I will do whatever you tell me. I was just busy and forgot to wear the bra. I will be careful from now on.”
Ajay’s anger was still high. “Sorry? the entire front door was not locked you were busy with your phone, you dint even notice I walked in. Carelessly replying forgot to wear bra . Why don’t you take this off also and walk around topless? Go and close the front door.!" She adjusted her tshirt hem and about to walk he barked again why to be shy now. When I say you dont follow me. I order you bitch go topless and close the door. He was not making complete sense. His words were coming out of pure frustration and exhaustion. He just wanted to vent everything.
Meera stood there for a second, eyes full of tears. She felt bad seeing her once-soft gentleman husband like this. She was scared too. But she did not want to argue. She simply caught the bottom of her T-shirt, pulled it up over her head in one smooth motion, and dropped it on the floor. Her big, beautiful boobs bounced free completely. The dark pink nipples were already hard from the sudden cool air and the tension.
She turned and walked slowly towards the front door, completely topless. Her round hips swayed inside the thin skirt. The light from the corridor outside was coming through the small gap in the door, making her wheatish skin glow softly. Her bare breasts jiggled with every step. She reached the door, closed it properly, and locked it. Ajay took a deep breath he felt what he is doing wrong. He saw her walking back towards Ajay, eyes welled up with tears, arms hanging by her sides, breasts fully exposed.
Ajay turned and froze. He had not expected her to actually do it. Seeing his innocent wife walking topless in their own house because of his angry words made him feel terrible. His anger melted instantly.
Meera came and stood right in front of him. Ajay was still sitting on the chair. She pulled his head gently and pressed his face between her soft, warm breasts. “It’s okay, Ajay,” she whispered. “I understand the trouble you are going through. You lost everything because of my family. I am ready to do anything to make you happy again.
Ajay hugged her tightly, his face buried between her heavy breasts. He could feel the softness and warmth on his cheeks. “I am sorry, Meera,” he said in a broken voice. “I should not have spoken like that. I am just very frustrated with the shop and everything.”
Meera stroked his hair. “Don’t worry. I am also looking for a job. I will help you. I got an interview call for tomorrow and I have applied for many more.”
Ajay looked up at her bare breasts and then at her face. “If it keeps you occupied, then look for a job. If you need anything, tell me.”
Meera smiled through her tears. “I have an interview tomorrow. What shall I wear?”
Ajay kissed the side of one breast softly. “Definitely not like this,” he said with a small tired smile.
They both went to the bedroom. Meera was still topless. Ajay was exhausted but the sight of his wife’s naked breasts and the emotional moment had stirred something in him. He pulled her close.
They started kissing slowly. Meera’s hands moved on his chest. She was already triggered by the whole day — the scolding, the humiliation, the obedience, and the love that followed. Her body was warm and ready.
Ajay removed his clothes. His cock was half-hard. He made Meera lie on the bed and came on top of her. He kissed her neck, then moved down to her breasts. He sucked one nipple hard, biting it lightly while squeezing the other breast roughly. Meera moaned softly, “Ajay… yes…”
But Ajay’s mind was not fully there. While sucking her breast, he was thinking, I should go and meet more staffs and offer some free trips and gain their trust. He moved lower and licked her pussy. Meera’s legs opened wide. She was very wet. He pushed his tongue inside her, tasting her juices, but his brain was still running with mission thoughts.
Meera was moaning louder now. She held his head and pushed him deeper. “Ajay… fuck me… I am yours…”
Ajay came up, positioned his cock at her entrance, and pushed inside in one stroke. Meera gasped. He started thrusting slowly at first, then faster. Her breasts bounced with every stroke. He caught them and squeezed hard while pounding her. But even while fucking her, his mind was elsewhere. Like this I have to penetrate their inner circle and then fuck them up.
Meera was in full pleasure. The whole day’s tension — the scolding, walking topless, the love — had made her very aroused. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper. “Harder Ajay… use me… I will do anything for you…”
Ajay flipped her on all fours. He entered her from behind, holding her hips. He spanked her round ass lightly while thrusting deep. Meera’s breasts hung down and swung wildly. She was moaning loudly, pushing back against him.
He pulled out, made her sit on his lap facing him, and entered her again. Meera rode him fast, her breasts bouncing in front of his face. He sucked her nipples one by one while she moved up and down. Her pussy was gripping his cock tightly.
Meera came first, her whole body shaking. “Ajay… I am cumming… ahhh!”
Ajay thrust a few more times and pulled out. He came on her breasts and belly — thick white ropes landing on her smooth skin. Some even reached her chin.
They both lay down, breathing heavily. Meera curled up against him, her cum-covered breasts pressed on his chest. She felt satisfied and loved again. But Ajay was still thinking about tomorrow’s plan.
He kissed her forehead. “Sleep now. You have an interview tomorrow.”
Ajay turned to his side, facing away from her. Within two minutes, he was fast asleep. The exhaustion of the day — the failed meetings, the pressure of the secret mission, and the emotional outburst — had drained him completely. His mind, even in sleep, was still running with thoughts of Vikram’s farmhouse, Shankar’s office, and how to make progress.
But Meera could not sleep.
She lay there naked, the cool air from the fan making her wet skin feel cold. Ajay’s cum was slowly drying on her breasts and stomach. She could feel the sticky warmth on her nipple. Normally she would have gone to clean herself, but tonight she didn’t move. Her mind was too restless.
She kept thinking about Chotu.
“What will be his condition?” she wondered again and again. “He said he won’t tell anyone… but only on one condition. What does he want? Will he ask for money? Or… something else?”
The images from the day kept flashing in her mind. How she had come out in just a towel. How the towel had slipped. How she bent down braless in the thin white T-shirt, her heavy breasts hanging and swinging right in front of him. How clearly visible her dark nipples were. How he had seen her bare round ass when she ran to close the door.
She felt a strange mix of shame and nervousness. Her pussy was still slightly wet from the sex with Ajay, but now a new kind of heat was building inside her — the heat of uncertainty and secret excitement.
“Chotu is just a boy… like my younger brother,” she told herself. “He won’t ask for anything bad. But still… what if he asks me to show him again? What if he wants to see me without clothes properly next time?”
She turned to look at Ajay. He was sleeping deeply, snoring softly. She gently touched her own breast, feeling the dried cum on it. Her nipple hardened immediately under her fingers. She remembered how Ajay had grabbed her breast roughly while scolding her, how he had lifted her T-shirt and squeezed it like a mango. The memory made her pussy twitch.
But her main worry was Chotu.
She quietly picked up her phone from the bedside table and opened Telegram. No new message from him. She stared at their last conversation. His gentle but naughty words kept repeating in her head.
Meera’s cheeks burned. She pressed her thighs together. She was under huge pressure. What if Chotu suddenly demands something she cannot do? What if he tells someone in the building about how she was dressed today? What would Ajay think? He was already so frustrated and angry.
She typed a message but deleted it immediately. She didn’t want to message him first at night. It might look desperate.
She kept the phone down and lay back again. Her naked body was glowing slightly in the dim night lamp. Her full breasts rose and fell with her anxious breathing. The waist chain was still around her narrow waist. She gently touched her pussy lips with one finger — they were wet again. She rubbed slowly, thinking about the day.
“Why is my life becoming like this?” she thought. “In the village I was so happy… now in this big city, delivery boys are seeing me almost naked, my husband is scolding me and using me roughly with no love, and I am lying here naked with his cum on my body… and still thinking about what a young boy might demand from me.”
Meera stayed awake for a long time. She kept imagining different possibilities of Chotu’s condition.
“Maybe he will ask me to send a money…”
“Maybe he will ask me to send a photo…”
“Maybe he will ask to see me in towel again…”
“Maybe he will ask something bolder…”
Each thought made her more restless and strangely aroused. She rubbed her thighs together again. Her pussy was aching. But she did not touch herself fully. She felt guilty for even thinking like this.
She wanted to think about something else. Then he remembered about Ajay telling about a shameless boy in a towel with holes. There were young ladies staring at him. Could that be chotu ? He also told about his bath in towel. He too said his towel had holes. Chotu saw me naked my ass and my deep cleavage, and my husband saw his private very strange world she thought. Then she remembered how Chotu might be feeling when there are people peeping at him. Atleast I am inside my bathroom the poor boy doesnot even have that.
Finally, around 2:30 AM, tiredness overpowered her. She fell into a light, disturbed sleep — still completely naked, Ajay’s dried cum on her breasts
Meera slowly opened her eyes as the morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains. Her body felt heavy and relaxed. She realized she was still completely naked. Ajay’s dried cum from last night was still faintly visible on her breasts and lower belly. The thin silver waist chain was the only thing she was wearing besides her mangalsutra.
She turned to her side, expecting to see Ajay, but the bed was empty. He had already left.
Meera sat up slowly. Her heavy breasts swayed and jiggled with the movement. She stretched her arms, feeling the cool morning air on her bare skin. Her dark nipples were slightly hard because of the fan. She looked down at her body — completely exposed, breasts full and soft, pussy still a little sensitive from last night’s sex.
She picked up her phone from the bedside table. There was a message from Ajay sent at 6:20 AM.
Ajay: I left early for the shop. Have an important meeting today. All the best for your interview. Come back safely.
Meera smiled softly, but she also felt a little lonely. She then noticed a few messages from Chotu that had come late last night.
Chotu : Didi, sorry I got busy with friends and came home late. I forgot to reply properly. All the best for your interview tomorrow ? Go and kill it. You will definitely get the job.
Meera’s heart beat a little faster. She remembered she had asked him about his “condition” before sleeping. She quickly typed a reply.
Meera: Good morning Chotu. Thank you. I just woke up. About your condition… when will you tell me?
She sent it and waited. Within a minute Chotu replied. He was already awake.
Chotu: Good morning didi ? Wow, you woke up early today. I thought you would sleep till late after such a tiring day yesterday.
Meera blushed. She was still sitting naked on the bed while chatting with him.
Meera: Tell me about the condition please.
Chotu: Arre didi… first go and get ready for the interview. Wear something nice. Once you get the job and come back home safely, then I will tell you my condition. Deal?
Meera bit her lip. She felt both nervous and curious. May be he is not dangerous.
Meera: Okay… but you promised you won’t tell anyone about yesterday.
Chotu: I already promised didi. I am a man of my word. Now stop worrying and go get ready. Wear a good salwar And don’t forget to smile in the interview. They will definitely select you. All the best didi ❤️
Meera kept staring at the last message. She was sitting completely naked on the bed, her big breasts exposed, legs slightly open, and she was chatting with Chotu — the same boy who had seen her almost naked yesterday.
A strange thought came to her mind:
“Yesterday when I called him, he was almost naked… and now he is messaging me wishing me luck… and right now I am sitting here fully naked talking to him again.”
The realization made her feel shy and tingly at the same time. She pressed her thighs together. Her pussy gave a small throb. She quickly shook her head.
“What am I thinking?” she scolded herself. “He is just a young boy. Like my younger brother.”
But she couldn’t deny the strange new feeling. In this big city, Chotu had become the only person she could talk to openly. Ajay was always busy and gloomy. Chotu made her feel seen, desired, and safe at the same time.
She finally got up from the bed. Her naked body was reflected in the mirror — full breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, and smooth thighs. She stood there for a few seconds, looking at herself.
She took a quick bath, came out from the bath and found one more message from Chotu whether she needs anything for interview. She replied no required I will get dressed and go now. Can you book me a auto for today. Chotu replied yes.
Meera left the house at 9:145 AM, feeling both nervous and excited. She was wearing a simple light pink kurti with black leggings and a matching dupatta. The kurti was modest but clung slightly to her body because of the morning humidity. She had worn a pink bra underneath.
Chotu had arranged an auto for her. As she sat inside, she checked her phone. There was a message from Chotu.
Chotu: All the best didi! Kill the interview.
She replied with a simple “Thank you” and kept the phone inside her bag.
The auto got stuck in heavy morning traffic because of some accident on road. Meera kept checking the time every minute. “Bhaiya, please go fast. I am getting late for an interview,” she pleaded. The auto driver tried his best, but the traffic was terrible. By the time she reached the office building, it was already 11:35 AM. She was supposed to be there by 11:00.
She quickly paid the driver and started running towards the entrance. By the time she reached the lift, she was breathing heavily. Her face, neck, and chest were covered in sweat. Small droplets were shining on her fair skin. Her hair had become messy, with a few strands sticking to her forehead and cheeks. Her pink kurti was slightly damp under the arms and on her back, making the fabric stick to her body.
She hurriedly pressed the button for the 9th floor where the junior accountant interview was supposed to be held. She was the only person in lift she was adjusting her face with the towel to clean her sweat from face. The lift opened and there was nobody and she quickly got out, but she has not realised she got out at the 7th floor instead.
When the lift door opened on the 7th floor, she saw a completely different scene. The waiting area was full of beautiful, modern-looking girls — tall, fair, wearing stylish dresses, perfect makeup, and high heels. They all looked like models. Meera felt out of place in her simple kurti and messy hair. She heard the security saying all interviews are over will update you guys you can leave.
She went to the registration table. The security guard sitting there looked bored. When Meera gave her name, in hurry her elbow hit the pen stack on the table and that fell down. The girls over there laughed at the naive village girl who came for the interview. In hurry she dropped her folder that had CV as well. Papers scattered everywhere.
“Oh no…” she whispered and immediately bent down to pick them up.
As she bent, her kurti neckline fell forward completely. The security guard got a clear, long view of her heavy breasts packed inside the pink bra. Sweat was glistening on the upper curves of her boobs and in the deep valley of her cleavage. The guard’s eyes widened. He felt like hypnotized he didn't even check her name. He just stamped the form and let her in, his eyes still glued to her chest. What is there in a name when a full boobs are on display.
Meera was the last candidate to enter the interview room.
Inside, Shankar was sitting at the head of the table with two other managers. He looked bored and tired. He had already interviewed 12 girls — all high-end, modern, stylish, and confident. Most of them were more interested in showing off their looks than their skills.
When Meera walked in, Shankar’s eyes lit up.
She looked completely different from the others. Cute, innocent face, big nervous eyes, slightly messy hair, sweaty glowing skin, and a simple pink kurti. There was a natural, homely beauty in her that the other girls didn’t have. She looked real and different.
As she sat down, the side of her kurti got stuck on the chair handle. When she pulled it free, the neckline shifted, and her pink bra strap became clearly visible on her shoulder. Shankar noticed it immediately.
He smiled.
Shankar looked at her CV.
“Meera, right?” he asked in a friendly voice.
“Yes sir,” she replied nervously.
She has a qualification of an accountant and she is applying for a private secretary , strange he thought. . But he didn’t care. He was looking for someone beautiful to keep around him as his personal assistant. Meera’s innocent face and accounting background were perfect.
He asked her a few basic questions about accounts, taxation, and bookkeeping. At first, Meera was scared because of the rich ambience and all the beautiful girls outside. But once she started answering, her confidence came back. She answered every question properly and intelligently. Shankar was impressed.
After 10 minutes, he smiled and said, “Meera, you are selected. You will be my Personal Assistant. Salary will be 60,000 per month to start with.”
Meera was shocked. She was expecting only 15,000–18,000 for a junior accountant role. This was almost three times more.
“Sir… really?” she asked, unable to believe it.
“Yes. You can join from tomorrow. Welcome to the company,” Shankar said. Same time the HR has messaged him sir did you find anyone. HR was a lady Mamta she wanted to close this somehow. He messaged yes “Selected — Girl with pink bra strap.” Mamta wondered did he make the girl strip at interview. Oh god will there be any harassment cases also. Shankar sent her Meera profile, Mamta looked at it hmm the pink bra girl.
Meera came out of the room feeling like she was dreaming. She was sweating even more now, but this time from happiness and nervousness.
On her way back in the auto, her phone vibrated. It was Chotu.
Chotu: Didi, how was the interview? Got selected?
Meera smiled and replied: Yes! I got the job. And the salary is very good.
Chotu: Congratulations didi!
Meera looked at her phone there was not a single message from Ajay . She felt special to know somebody was keep messaging her.
He was exhausted, angry with himself, and the small tourism shop felt like a prison now. The moment he stepped inside, he saw Meera sitting on the sofa, completely lost in her phone. She was typing something. The flat was not as neat as usual. There were small footprints of mud on the floor near the door — probably from someone who had gone to the terrace and come back. Ajay’s frustration boiled over instantly.
“Meera!” he shouted. “What is this? You are sitting on the phone the whole day? I called you three times in the evening and you didn’t pick up! Do you know how much tension I have? The shop is not running, I am struggling like a nobody, and you are busy chatting on the phone like a careless girl!”
Meera jumped up, startled. “Ajay… I was just—”
“Shut up!” he cut her off. “Look at the floor! Full of dirt!You are becoming irresponsible day by day!”. Meera’s eyes filled with tears. She quickly went to the kitchen and brought the food. Ajay sat on the dining chair, still fuming. When Meera bent down to serve the rice and fish curry on his plate, his elbow touched her hand and spoon has fell to the floor and some curry spashed to his shirt. She bent down to pick the spoon, her loose white T-shirt fell forward. Because she was not wearing a bra her big, heavy breasts hung down completely. The dark pink nipples were clearly visible, swaying gently like two ripe mangoes. The deep cleavage was fully on show.
Ajay’s eyes locked on them. His anger mixed with something else.
“Shameless slut!” he barked. “You are too careless I dont know what is in your mind these days and what do you think of me. YOu might be started to follow yout slutty mausi rit Is that what you want now?”
Meera straightened up, confused , did he get to know from Chotu or his friends, he hasnot kpet his word she though. She still did not fully understand why he was scolding her so much. “Ajay… what happened? Why are you scolding me like this? I was only helping Chotu with the water problem earlier… I didn’t do anything wrong.”
Ajay stood up suddenly. He caught the bottom of her T-shirt and lifted it up roughly till her boobs bounced out into the open air. He grabbed one full boob in his hand like he was plucking a mango from a tree — squeezing it hard, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.
“Look at these big hanging boobs!” he growled. “You are roaming without bra, nipples poking out, shameless, and you say you did nothing wrong? You want the whole world to see this? There was a low life boy on street bathing in a towel full of holes showing his dick and there were women staring him. Shameless people. You are also not different if given a chance you will bath full bare in that street with that shameless boy” . Ajay was not at all in his sense. He was eaten up by his frustration with the zero progress in his job.
Meera’s eyes welled up. She felt insulted and scared at the same time. Her gentle husband was turning rude and angry because of all the stress. But she loved him deeply. She knew he was struggling with the new shop and the loss of respect.She whispered, “I am sorry, Ajay… I love you. I will do whatever you tell me. I was just busy and forgot to wear the bra. I will be careful from now on.”
Ajay’s anger was still high. “Sorry? the entire front door was not locked you were busy with your phone, you dint even notice I walked in. Carelessly replying forgot to wear bra . Why don’t you take this off also and walk around topless? Go and close the front door.!" She adjusted her tshirt hem and about to walk he barked again why to be shy now. When I say you dont follow me. I order you bitch go topless and close the door. He was not making complete sense. His words were coming out of pure frustration and exhaustion. He just wanted to vent everything.
Meera stood there for a second, eyes full of tears. She felt bad seeing her once-soft gentleman husband like this. She was scared too. But she did not want to argue. She simply caught the bottom of her T-shirt, pulled it up over her head in one smooth motion, and dropped it on the floor. Her big, beautiful boobs bounced free completely. The dark pink nipples were already hard from the sudden cool air and the tension.
She turned and walked slowly towards the front door, completely topless. Her round hips swayed inside the thin skirt. The light from the corridor outside was coming through the small gap in the door, making her wheatish skin glow softly. Her bare breasts jiggled with every step. She reached the door, closed it properly, and locked it. Ajay took a deep breath he felt what he is doing wrong. He saw her walking back towards Ajay, eyes welled up with tears, arms hanging by her sides, breasts fully exposed.
Ajay turned and froze. He had not expected her to actually do it. Seeing his innocent wife walking topless in their own house because of his angry words made him feel terrible. His anger melted instantly.
Meera came and stood right in front of him. Ajay was still sitting on the chair. She pulled his head gently and pressed his face between her soft, warm breasts. “It’s okay, Ajay,” she whispered. “I understand the trouble you are going through. You lost everything because of my family. I am ready to do anything to make you happy again.
Ajay hugged her tightly, his face buried between her heavy breasts. He could feel the softness and warmth on his cheeks. “I am sorry, Meera,” he said in a broken voice. “I should not have spoken like that. I am just very frustrated with the shop and everything.”
Meera stroked his hair. “Don’t worry. I am also looking for a job. I will help you. I got an interview call for tomorrow and I have applied for many more.”
Ajay looked up at her bare breasts and then at her face. “If it keeps you occupied, then look for a job. If you need anything, tell me.”
Meera smiled through her tears. “I have an interview tomorrow. What shall I wear?”
Ajay kissed the side of one breast softly. “Definitely not like this,” he said with a small tired smile.
They both went to the bedroom. Meera was still topless. Ajay was exhausted but the sight of his wife’s naked breasts and the emotional moment had stirred something in him. He pulled her close.
They started kissing slowly. Meera’s hands moved on his chest. She was already triggered by the whole day — the scolding, the humiliation, the obedience, and the love that followed. Her body was warm and ready.
Ajay removed his clothes. His cock was half-hard. He made Meera lie on the bed and came on top of her. He kissed her neck, then moved down to her breasts. He sucked one nipple hard, biting it lightly while squeezing the other breast roughly. Meera moaned softly, “Ajay… yes…”
But Ajay’s mind was not fully there. While sucking her breast, he was thinking, I should go and meet more staffs and offer some free trips and gain their trust. He moved lower and licked her pussy. Meera’s legs opened wide. She was very wet. He pushed his tongue inside her, tasting her juices, but his brain was still running with mission thoughts.
Meera was moaning louder now. She held his head and pushed him deeper. “Ajay… fuck me… I am yours…”
Ajay came up, positioned his cock at her entrance, and pushed inside in one stroke. Meera gasped. He started thrusting slowly at first, then faster. Her breasts bounced with every stroke. He caught them and squeezed hard while pounding her. But even while fucking her, his mind was elsewhere. Like this I have to penetrate their inner circle and then fuck them up.
Meera was in full pleasure. The whole day’s tension — the scolding, walking topless, the love — had made her very aroused. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper. “Harder Ajay… use me… I will do anything for you…”
Ajay flipped her on all fours. He entered her from behind, holding her hips. He spanked her round ass lightly while thrusting deep. Meera’s breasts hung down and swung wildly. She was moaning loudly, pushing back against him.
He pulled out, made her sit on his lap facing him, and entered her again. Meera rode him fast, her breasts bouncing in front of his face. He sucked her nipples one by one while she moved up and down. Her pussy was gripping his cock tightly.
Meera came first, her whole body shaking. “Ajay… I am cumming… ahhh!”
Ajay thrust a few more times and pulled out. He came on her breasts and belly — thick white ropes landing on her smooth skin. Some even reached her chin.
They both lay down, breathing heavily. Meera curled up against him, her cum-covered breasts pressed on his chest. She felt satisfied and loved again. But Ajay was still thinking about tomorrow’s plan.
He kissed her forehead. “Sleep now. You have an interview tomorrow.”
Ajay turned to his side, facing away from her. Within two minutes, he was fast asleep. The exhaustion of the day — the failed meetings, the pressure of the secret mission, and the emotional outburst — had drained him completely. His mind, even in sleep, was still running with thoughts of Vikram’s farmhouse, Shankar’s office, and how to make progress.
But Meera could not sleep.
She lay there naked, the cool air from the fan making her wet skin feel cold. Ajay’s cum was slowly drying on her breasts and stomach. She could feel the sticky warmth on her nipple. Normally she would have gone to clean herself, but tonight she didn’t move. Her mind was too restless.
She kept thinking about Chotu.
“What will be his condition?” she wondered again and again. “He said he won’t tell anyone… but only on one condition. What does he want? Will he ask for money? Or… something else?”
The images from the day kept flashing in her mind. How she had come out in just a towel. How the towel had slipped. How she bent down braless in the thin white T-shirt, her heavy breasts hanging and swinging right in front of him. How clearly visible her dark nipples were. How he had seen her bare round ass when she ran to close the door.
She felt a strange mix of shame and nervousness. Her pussy was still slightly wet from the sex with Ajay, but now a new kind of heat was building inside her — the heat of uncertainty and secret excitement.
“Chotu is just a boy… like my younger brother,” she told herself. “He won’t ask for anything bad. But still… what if he asks me to show him again? What if he wants to see me without clothes properly next time?”
She turned to look at Ajay. He was sleeping deeply, snoring softly. She gently touched her own breast, feeling the dried cum on it. Her nipple hardened immediately under her fingers. She remembered how Ajay had grabbed her breast roughly while scolding her, how he had lifted her T-shirt and squeezed it like a mango. The memory made her pussy twitch.
But her main worry was Chotu.
She quietly picked up her phone from the bedside table and opened Telegram. No new message from him. She stared at their last conversation. His gentle but naughty words kept repeating in her head.
Meera’s cheeks burned. She pressed her thighs together. She was under huge pressure. What if Chotu suddenly demands something she cannot do? What if he tells someone in the building about how she was dressed today? What would Ajay think? He was already so frustrated and angry.
She typed a message but deleted it immediately. She didn’t want to message him first at night. It might look desperate.
She kept the phone down and lay back again. Her naked body was glowing slightly in the dim night lamp. Her full breasts rose and fell with her anxious breathing. The waist chain was still around her narrow waist. She gently touched her pussy lips with one finger — they were wet again. She rubbed slowly, thinking about the day.
“Why is my life becoming like this?” she thought. “In the village I was so happy… now in this big city, delivery boys are seeing me almost naked, my husband is scolding me and using me roughly with no love, and I am lying here naked with his cum on my body… and still thinking about what a young boy might demand from me.”
Meera stayed awake for a long time. She kept imagining different possibilities of Chotu’s condition.
“Maybe he will ask me to send a money…”
“Maybe he will ask me to send a photo…”
“Maybe he will ask to see me in towel again…”
“Maybe he will ask something bolder…”
Each thought made her more restless and strangely aroused. She rubbed her thighs together again. Her pussy was aching. But she did not touch herself fully. She felt guilty for even thinking like this.
She wanted to think about something else. Then he remembered about Ajay telling about a shameless boy in a towel with holes. There were young ladies staring at him. Could that be chotu ? He also told about his bath in towel. He too said his towel had holes. Chotu saw me naked my ass and my deep cleavage, and my husband saw his private very strange world she thought. Then she remembered how Chotu might be feeling when there are people peeping at him. Atleast I am inside my bathroom the poor boy doesnot even have that.
Finally, around 2:30 AM, tiredness overpowered her. She fell into a light, disturbed sleep — still completely naked, Ajay’s dried cum on her breasts
Meera slowly opened her eyes as the morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains. Her body felt heavy and relaxed. She realized she was still completely naked. Ajay’s dried cum from last night was still faintly visible on her breasts and lower belly. The thin silver waist chain was the only thing she was wearing besides her mangalsutra.
She turned to her side, expecting to see Ajay, but the bed was empty. He had already left.
Meera sat up slowly. Her heavy breasts swayed and jiggled with the movement. She stretched her arms, feeling the cool morning air on her bare skin. Her dark nipples were slightly hard because of the fan. She looked down at her body — completely exposed, breasts full and soft, pussy still a little sensitive from last night’s sex.
She picked up her phone from the bedside table. There was a message from Ajay sent at 6:20 AM.
Ajay: I left early for the shop. Have an important meeting today. All the best for your interview. Come back safely.
Meera smiled softly, but she also felt a little lonely. She then noticed a few messages from Chotu that had come late last night.
Chotu : Didi, sorry I got busy with friends and came home late. I forgot to reply properly. All the best for your interview tomorrow ? Go and kill it. You will definitely get the job.
Meera’s heart beat a little faster. She remembered she had asked him about his “condition” before sleeping. She quickly typed a reply.
Meera: Good morning Chotu. Thank you. I just woke up. About your condition… when will you tell me?
She sent it and waited. Within a minute Chotu replied. He was already awake.
Chotu: Good morning didi ? Wow, you woke up early today. I thought you would sleep till late after such a tiring day yesterday.
Meera blushed. She was still sitting naked on the bed while chatting with him.
Meera: Tell me about the condition please.
Chotu: Arre didi… first go and get ready for the interview. Wear something nice. Once you get the job and come back home safely, then I will tell you my condition. Deal?
Meera bit her lip. She felt both nervous and curious. May be he is not dangerous.
Meera: Okay… but you promised you won’t tell anyone about yesterday.
Chotu: I already promised didi. I am a man of my word. Now stop worrying and go get ready. Wear a good salwar And don’t forget to smile in the interview. They will definitely select you. All the best didi ❤️
Meera kept staring at the last message. She was sitting completely naked on the bed, her big breasts exposed, legs slightly open, and she was chatting with Chotu — the same boy who had seen her almost naked yesterday.
A strange thought came to her mind:
“Yesterday when I called him, he was almost naked… and now he is messaging me wishing me luck… and right now I am sitting here fully naked talking to him again.”
The realization made her feel shy and tingly at the same time. She pressed her thighs together. Her pussy gave a small throb. She quickly shook her head.
“What am I thinking?” she scolded herself. “He is just a young boy. Like my younger brother.”
But she couldn’t deny the strange new feeling. In this big city, Chotu had become the only person she could talk to openly. Ajay was always busy and gloomy. Chotu made her feel seen, desired, and safe at the same time.
She finally got up from the bed. Her naked body was reflected in the mirror — full breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, and smooth thighs. She stood there for a few seconds, looking at herself.
She took a quick bath, came out from the bath and found one more message from Chotu whether she needs anything for interview. She replied no required I will get dressed and go now. Can you book me a auto for today. Chotu replied yes.
Meera left the house at 9:145 AM, feeling both nervous and excited. She was wearing a simple light pink kurti with black leggings and a matching dupatta. The kurti was modest but clung slightly to her body because of the morning humidity. She had worn a pink bra underneath.
Chotu had arranged an auto for her. As she sat inside, she checked her phone. There was a message from Chotu.
Chotu: All the best didi! Kill the interview.
She replied with a simple “Thank you” and kept the phone inside her bag.
The auto got stuck in heavy morning traffic because of some accident on road. Meera kept checking the time every minute. “Bhaiya, please go fast. I am getting late for an interview,” she pleaded. The auto driver tried his best, but the traffic was terrible. By the time she reached the office building, it was already 11:35 AM. She was supposed to be there by 11:00.
She quickly paid the driver and started running towards the entrance. By the time she reached the lift, she was breathing heavily. Her face, neck, and chest were covered in sweat. Small droplets were shining on her fair skin. Her hair had become messy, with a few strands sticking to her forehead and cheeks. Her pink kurti was slightly damp under the arms and on her back, making the fabric stick to her body.
She hurriedly pressed the button for the 9th floor where the junior accountant interview was supposed to be held. She was the only person in lift she was adjusting her face with the towel to clean her sweat from face. The lift opened and there was nobody and she quickly got out, but she has not realised she got out at the 7th floor instead.
When the lift door opened on the 7th floor, she saw a completely different scene. The waiting area was full of beautiful, modern-looking girls — tall, fair, wearing stylish dresses, perfect makeup, and high heels. They all looked like models. Meera felt out of place in her simple kurti and messy hair. She heard the security saying all interviews are over will update you guys you can leave.
She went to the registration table. The security guard sitting there looked bored. When Meera gave her name, in hurry her elbow hit the pen stack on the table and that fell down. The girls over there laughed at the naive village girl who came for the interview. In hurry she dropped her folder that had CV as well. Papers scattered everywhere.
“Oh no…” she whispered and immediately bent down to pick them up.
As she bent, her kurti neckline fell forward completely. The security guard got a clear, long view of her heavy breasts packed inside the pink bra. Sweat was glistening on the upper curves of her boobs and in the deep valley of her cleavage. The guard’s eyes widened. He felt like hypnotized he didn't even check her name. He just stamped the form and let her in, his eyes still glued to her chest. What is there in a name when a full boobs are on display.
Meera was the last candidate to enter the interview room.
Inside, Shankar was sitting at the head of the table with two other managers. He looked bored and tired. He had already interviewed 12 girls — all high-end, modern, stylish, and confident. Most of them were more interested in showing off their looks than their skills.
When Meera walked in, Shankar’s eyes lit up.
She looked completely different from the others. Cute, innocent face, big nervous eyes, slightly messy hair, sweaty glowing skin, and a simple pink kurti. There was a natural, homely beauty in her that the other girls didn’t have. She looked real and different.
As she sat down, the side of her kurti got stuck on the chair handle. When she pulled it free, the neckline shifted, and her pink bra strap became clearly visible on her shoulder. Shankar noticed it immediately.
He smiled.
Shankar looked at her CV.
“Meera, right?” he asked in a friendly voice.
“Yes sir,” she replied nervously.
She has a qualification of an accountant and she is applying for a private secretary , strange he thought. . But he didn’t care. He was looking for someone beautiful to keep around him as his personal assistant. Meera’s innocent face and accounting background were perfect.
He asked her a few basic questions about accounts, taxation, and bookkeeping. At first, Meera was scared because of the rich ambience and all the beautiful girls outside. But once she started answering, her confidence came back. She answered every question properly and intelligently. Shankar was impressed.
After 10 minutes, he smiled and said, “Meera, you are selected. You will be my Personal Assistant. Salary will be 60,000 per month to start with.”
Meera was shocked. She was expecting only 15,000–18,000 for a junior accountant role. This was almost three times more.
“Sir… really?” she asked, unable to believe it.
“Yes. You can join from tomorrow. Welcome to the company,” Shankar said. Same time the HR has messaged him sir did you find anyone. HR was a lady Mamta she wanted to close this somehow. He messaged yes “Selected — Girl with pink bra strap.” Mamta wondered did he make the girl strip at interview. Oh god will there be any harassment cases also. Shankar sent her Meera profile, Mamta looked at it hmm the pink bra girl.
Meera came out of the room feeling like she was dreaming. She was sweating even more now, but this time from happiness and nervousness.
On her way back in the auto, her phone vibrated. It was Chotu.
Chotu: Didi, how was the interview? Got selected?
Meera smiled and replied: Yes! I got the job. And the salary is very good.
Chotu: Congratulations didi!
Meera looked at her phone there was not a single message from Ajay . She felt special to know somebody was keep messaging her.
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