Vishal watched her walk toward the door, her steps shaky, her thighs brushing lightly under the tight red pencil skirt. He could see it clearly her legs weren’t steady, her breath was fast, and the heat that clung to her body hadn’t faded at all.Vishal’s thoughts raced.I have to act now… she’s still wet… still trembling. If I let her walk out, I won’t get this chance again. I need to wear down that resistance before it rebuilds.
Across the room, Vani’s hand hovered on the door handle. Her fingers shook slightly, heart hammering against her ribs.If he touches me again… I won’t be able to control myself… I need to get out…Her fingers curled around the handle.Then she froze.Her phone.She’d left it on the table.
She looked down, trying to avoid Vishal gaze. Her hand reached for the phone, trembling.Before she could react further, strong hands gripped her waist. She yelped softly, and in a flash, he lifted her, spinning her around. Her back pressed against the cool wall. He kissed her suddenly, lips firm, tongue pushing into her mouth. For twenty long seconds she forgot everythingforgot the room, her age, her marriage, even her breath. Their lips moved fast, wet, heated. Her hands pressed against his chest but there was no force behind them. Her thighs squeezed tight. A small sound escaped her throat as his tongue slid deeper.Her breath shuddered, her body softened against him, her lips moving with desperate confusion.
He pulled back just enough to look at her.Her lips were swollen.Her cheeks burned red.
Her breath came in short, trembling bursts.
She looked away instinctively, embarrassed by how completely she had melted into that kiss, forgetting how inappropriate it was..she is still married.Vishal leaned close, one hand braced against the wall, the other low on her stomach, brushing the thin fabric of her skirt.
Vishal: “We shouldn’t leave the work unfinished… should we?”
Vani: “Vishal… stop joking around…”
Her tone wasn’t firm.It wasn’t even clear.It was soft, wavering, confused.
Vishal: I know ,You have a lot on your mind…”
His hand slid from her stomach to her waist, fingers gripping gently. She tried to pull back, but her body leaned into him without permission. Her breathing quickened the more his touch guided her.
Vani: “Wh-what are you talking about…?”
He studied her face her trembling lashes, her shaky breaths, her chest rising too fast.He understood.She wasn’t used to this.
She hadn’t experienced any man except her husband.Years of monogamy had left her inexperienced, untouched, vulnerable.
Vishal: “You don’t have to pretend with me, ma’am. You can be honest. You don’t have to hold anything back.”
His hand slid upward, slowly, deliberately, until it reached the lower curve of her breast.She gasped.
Vani: “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about… ahh”
His fingers brushed her shirt buttons. Her hands flew up to stop him, but her resistance was weak. His fingers continued , undoing one button of her shirt… then another… and another.Her hands rose to stop him, but there was no real strength in them.With a soft tug, her shirt opened.Her fat, full, milky breasts lifted with each breath, covered only by a pink bra that clung tight to her skin. Her chest was rising quickly, too quickly.
Vani’s eyes widened, shame flooding her face.
She crossed her arms over her chest instinctively, trying to cover herself with her hands.But Vishal gently took her wrists, lowering them.
He leaned close to her ear.
Vishal: “I get hard just looking at your boobs… you have no idea what you do to me.”
Her eyes flicked downward and froze.He was unzipping his pants.His cock sprang out, heavy, black, thick, veins snaking along the length, the head glossy with precum.Her breath stuttered.Her lips parted in shock.
Vani : “Put it back… put it away… w-what are you doing…?”
He let go of her waist and she slid slowly to her kneesher legs giving out from weakness and shock. She didn’t even realize she had knelt until she was eye-level with it.His cock was now directly at her eye level, thick, swollen, veins visible, tip shiny with precum. She couldn’t look away, lips parted slightly, eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. Her cheeks burned, chest heaving.He stroked it lazily. A bead of precum rolled down the head in a slow drip.Her eyes followed it involuntarily.
Vishal: “Put it back in? Ma’am… look at it. It can’t go back in this state.”
She couldn’t look away now.Her eyes traced everything the thickness, the dark colour, the bulging veins, the sheer size.It’s… twice my husband’s… maybe even bigger… oh god… her mind raced,Her lips remained parted in stunned awe and embarrassment.
Vishal smiled at her expression. From his angle, the sight was intoxicating
Vani kneeling, her hair slightly messy, her pink bra pushing her breasts together, her face flushed with need and confusion, her eyes big and hazel and fixed on his cock.He cupped her chin and lifted her face.His thumb brushed her lower lip.
Vishal: “Why are you staring at it so intently…? Didn’t you say you didn’t want to see it?”
She looked up at him with those wide, trembling eyes—confused, embarrassed, aroused.
Vani: “W-who said I was looking… intently…?”
Her voice broke halfway.
He caught one of her hands.
Vishal: “It’s okay to touch it once.”
Vishal smirked softly.
Vishal: “Don’t overreact.”
He lifted her hand.She didn’t pull away.He wrapped her fingers around his cock.He guided her palm to his cock.Her soft hand wrapped around the base.She jolted from the heat of it.
Vani : “It’s… so hot…”
Her thumb brushed a thick vein.
Her other hand rose instinctively, measuring the width, the weight, the texture.Her eyes stayed glued to it, devouring every detailthe dark shaft, the swollen head, the dripping precum pooling at the tip.
What would it feel like in my mouth…?
The thought hit her before she could stop it.
Vishal: “Vani ma’am.”
Her eyes snapped up to him, guilty, breathless, hands still wrapped around his throbbing cock.
Vishal: “Vani ma’am… you’re still wet, right? I want to put it in.”.
Her eyes widened. Kneeling there with his hard cock in her palm, she forgot everything elsethe office, the rules, her husband, her child. She felt only one thing: a woman starved for touch.
Vani:“W-what?”
Vishal:“I want to put it in your pussy,”
Her mind screamed no. It was wrong. She shouldn’t allow it. And yet
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Vani: “Just… once. Only once. Then we go home.”
His fingers brushed her cheek, thumb tracing her skin. “Of course.”With a swift motion, he spread her legs. The red pencil skirt bunched at her waist, clinging to her hips, and her wetness glistened in the low light. He pressed against her, tip teasing her slit. Her breath hitched. A soft whimper escaped, and it became impossible to stop herself from reacting.Slowly, deliberately, he rubbed the tip of his cock over the slick folds of her pussy. A soft whimper escaped her lips, a trembling sound.Her wetness coated him, sticky and warm juice of her pussy .She gasped as he nudged forward.He didn’t waste time He entered her, Inch by inch filling her completely.She tried to stifle a moan, biting her lip, but the fullness overwhelmed her the feeling of him stretching her, filling places her husband never had. Her eyes fluttered, wide and glazed, as she realized there was no turning back.
But Then, with a sudden, deep push, he plunged in further. The wet, squelching sound of her pussy was punctuated by her startled cry. “Ahhh… too fast… mmm… ahhh!” Her breath hitched, and her hands curled into fists, nails grazing.
Vishal watched her intently, the Punjabi milf before him lost in lust. Her face was flushed, beads of sweat clinging to her temple, lips parted slightly, a thin line of spit glinting in the light. He adjusted his pace, slowing, letting her adjust to his length. His thighs pressed against hers, grounding her as he pulled back only to thrust again, deep and firm. One of her hands pressed against her face, the other pinned loosely by him, yet she couldn’t contain the sounds spilling from her mouth soft moans, gasps, desperate exhalations that filled the office.Every stroke sent tremors through her body. Vishal’s cock, long and thick, drove into her with relentless power, each thrust creating a wave of heat that radiated through her core. Her skin gleamed with sweat, nipples taut and aching beneath the fabric, breasts rising and falling with every motion. Her stomach felt aflame, a tight coil of pressure building with each deep stroke.
Oh… Goooood!” she cried out, her voice breaking through the haze of sensation. The pleasure was unlike anything she had felt, a fire spreading from her pussy through every nerve ending. Her mind spun as his hands moved over her, his fingers brushing over her taut nipples, circling the pink peaks with a teasing, torturous touch. Another moan escaped her lips, high and shaky, her body trembling under the intensity of it all.
He began to knead her heavy breasts, his palms firm and unyielding.“Not my breasts… ahh—no… ahh,” Vani protested, though the words dissolved into breathy sounds.
Vishal’:. “Are you enjoying it, Vani ma’am? My cock inside you… does it feel good?”
Vani:“I—I don’t know… ahh… ahh,”
Vishal:“In that case,“I’ll make you feel better.”
Without warning, he lifted her off the floor, one arm hooked under her thighs, his hand gripping her ass to support her weight. A sharp moan escaped her as her body left the ground. He straightened, holding her in the air, and began to move again slow, deliberate strokes that made her gasp with every motion.
The view was cinematic the way her body stretched and arched, breasts swinging lightly, red skirt riding high, hair falling in loose waves across her flushed cheeks. She moaned helplessly, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Vishal:“How does it feel in this position?“You feel it deeper, don’t you?”
Vani:“Put me down… ahh… ahh,”
she pleaded, her hands clutching at his shoulders.But his rhythm didn’t falter. His body pressed close to hers, each firm stroke drawing soft, wet sounds that echoed faintly as their juices spilled down, spotting the floor beneath them.
Vani:“It’s too deep… ahh… oh God… ahh…”
He pushed her against the wall, to fuck her harder .Her moans turned louder, unguarded. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on instinctively as his cock drove into hers.thap thap thap thap sound grasp the room
Vani:“This is… embarrassing… ahh,”
She was unable to control .
Vishal :“You look so cute when you’re embarrassed, Vani ma’am.”
Her flushed face, the Punjabi milf looking unbearably tempting. Her heavy breasts moved gently with each slow stroke, a soft bounce that matched her breathy whimpers. There was something disarmingly cute about her expression eyes half-lost, lips parted, completely undone by the rhythm he set.Then another face surfaced in his mind, uncannily similar Simran.Everything had begun with her.
The thought sharpened something inside him. His pace changed, strokes turning faster, more urgent. Vani’s wail, muffled and restrained, sounded sweet to his ears. Each thrust drove deeper, building pressure inside her, like a rising note on a piano climbing higher and higher. She struggled to keep her voice down, afraid it might carry beyond the room.
Inside, Vishal felt a cold satisfaction. He was enjoying this fuking Vani, Simran’s mother watching his plan unfold exactly as he’d imagined. Soon. Very soon. He drove in deep, and she lurched forward, crashing against his shoulder, her breasts pressed tight to his chest. Her body gave way, pleasure tearing through her as she climaxed hard, a broken moan spilling out. Her legs trembled, barely able to hold her.
Vishal :“Lift your head, Vani ma’am,“I want to see your pretty face.”
Vani:“Huh?”
He didn’t slow, pumping into her again.
“You’re still far from done,” she gasped. “Ahhh…”
She clung to him, arms and legs tightening as the shaking returned. One heel slipped free and hit the floor.
Vikram:“Your voice sounds so sexy right now,”
Vani:“Don’t say things like that… ahh,”
Vishal:“You have such an incredible figure, Vani ma’am, “Sexier than women half your age. Are you really a married woman with a child? Your husband is unbelievably lucky.”
Vani:“Don’t talk about my husband… or my child,” she cried, her words dissolving into a moan.He set her down on the table, spreading her legs wide as he pressed his cock again..her red skirt was now on her waist.. leaving her ass open completely.
“So deep wait take it out,” she screamed, the plea tangled with pleasure.
Vani:“Let’s take a break,“Vishal… it’s too big.”
Vishal:“You’ll get used to it,”
He moved as if it took no effort at all, reaching places inside her she had never known. Pleasure kept crashing over her, wave after wave, until she lost count her body surrendering completely, crying out again and again as sensation overwhelmed . Both of them were still dressed, though she was far more exposed, her clothes pushed aside and disordered.
“So deep… ahh… slow down,” Vani pleaded, her voice breaking. “I beg you.”
The pleasure was overwhelming. Her heart raced, her thoughts scattering; she felt like she couldn’t take any more, like her body was trembling on the edge.
Vishal:“You’ve gotten more sensitive than before,”
He grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled her closer to him.
Vishal:“Is this a good position, Vani ma’am?”
He unfastened her bra completely, exposing her milk tanker. She gasped as her body reacted, every movement making it harder to stay composed.
“No… it’s too much inside,” she murmured, each sentence dissolving into a sharp, helpless moan.
She was breathing hard when his face came close. Their lips met briefly, wet and heated, before she pushed him away.
Vani:“No kissing, “That’s off-limits.”
She didn’t know why, but that felt more intimate to her than his cock burried inside her pussy.Vishal smirked, catching her hand and holding it as he continued, his movements slowing into a deliberate rhythm.
Vishal:“You’re so cute, Vani ma’am,”
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He used both his hands to squeeze her breasts, kneading them with hungry insistence. They were so full and heavy that his fingers couldn’t completely contain them, flesh spilling between his palms,her boobs were as size of her face. I’ll take you… shape you to what my body wants,the thought burned through him.She gasped sharply, breath catching in her throat.
Vani:“Vishal… stop, “It’s too much… ahh. I—I’m feeling something. Don’t… don’t touch my breasts.”
Vishal:“It’s like they’re too sensitive,”
He pinched her nipple lightly. Her body reacted instantly, tightening around him without her permission.
“vani:Vishal… please,”
He didn’t stop.
Vani:“You lose control every time I touch them,”
Her moans betrayed her, even as her mind resisted. She shook her head, breath stuttering.
Vani:“What do you mean… by that? “There’s no way…”
He sped up, the sounds of skin and movement filling the room, her words dissolving into broken sounds.
Vishal:“Your reaction is my proof, Vani ma’am,“Besides… I want to finish now.”
His pace turned rougher, more urgent, his hands still roaming as the room filled with the raw sounds of them moving together.
Vishal:“Can I finish inside?”
“No—Vishal, no,” she cried. “Not inside… ahh—no.”
The sensations crashed over her in waves. She could feel him growing harder, deeper, the intensity tipping dangerously high.Then footsteps.
“Is anyone inside?” a guard’s voice called from outside the office.
They froze. He was still inside her, her body rigid with fear, panic flaring as she imagined being seen like this.A phone rang outside. The guard spoke to someone. “I’m checking the office… thought I heard something.”
Vishal pressed a hand over her mouth, stilling her sounds.The door opened slightly. The lights were off; a beam from the guard’s torch fell across Vishal’s face. He didn’t step inside. From that angle, Vani remained hidden.
“Vishal sir?” the guard asked. “What are you doing here?”
Vishal:“I had to finish an assignment and submit it to Vani ma’am, “Please go. Don’t disturb.”
The guard hesitated, then left without another word.Only then did Vani breathe again, her chest rising and falling rapidly, the tension still coiled tight between them.
Vani exhaled shakily, pressing her hands across her chest as if trying to shield herself, her breaths shallow and ragged. Her body still tingled with the aftermath of their last encounter, warmth pooling between her thighs, dampness soaking through her skirt. Her eyes flicked up to him, wide and confused, glazed with lust and hesitation.
Vani: Are we… done, right? We’re going to stop now?
Vishal’s dark eyes locked onto hers. “Not yet, ma’am. I haven’t finished.”
Before she could protest, he moved behind her, guiding her to lean over the cold office table. Her skirt rode up as he pressed his body against her, his cock sliding deep inside her with a controlled, brutal rhythm. Her breasts pressed against the smooth, cold surface, nipples flattened against the metal, while her round, supple ass bounced with every thrust, soft and firm, sculpted like a work of art. From an outsider’s angle, the scene was a blend of raw lust and meticulous symmetry her body arched, limbs trembling, the sheen of sweat glinting under the dim office light, the wet sound of their bodies colliding filling the quiet room.
Vani: Slow down… ahh… I… I hate it.
He tugged her hair gently, forcing her to lift her head slightly, watching her tits jiggle under the impact of his thrusts. Each movement pressed her round ass into his thighs, the rhythmic slaps echoing against the table. Vishal’s gaze flicked to the mirror at the table’s edge.
Vishal: Are you sure you don’t like it? Because it looks like you do.
Her face, flushed crimson, stared back at her from the glass. Her lips were parted, eyes half-lidded, chest heaving, and her expression radiated raw, undeniable lust. She couldn’t believe it her own reflection was that of a woman undone, drenched in desire.She couldn't believe she looked like a slut in heat..it can't be me.
Vishal shoved forward again, deeper this time, and slid his fingers into her mouth, testing her reflex. Her mind went numb, overwhelmed by the sensations, lips wrapping around his fingers instinctively.
Vani: Do it gently… Vishal… ahh.
Vani: I need you to finish quickly.
He slowed his pace, letting his hands roam, pinching her sensitive nipples just enough to draw sharp gasps from her.
Vani: What are you doing?
Vishal: You seem to like it at a slower pace.
Vani: Don’t play with my nipples!
He cupped both breasts, adjusting his hold, watching them quiver under his hands.
Vani: They’re so sensitive, you know.
Vishal: I’m doing what I can to finish quickly.
He tied her lips with his tie briefly, muffling her sound as he continued his relentless thrusts.
Her pussy clenched tightly around him, pulsing with each stroke, almost demanding more.
Vishal: You want me to be gentle, ma’am? Yet your pussy tightens around my cock if I try rough.
Vani moaned around the tie, her half-open mouth quivering, eyes fluttering. She was lost in the sensations, every nerve alight, every heartbeat a drum of heat and desperation.
Vishal grinned in satisfaction. The office’s most coveted woman strong, controlled, revered was completely undone, lost entirely in his hands. Their moans mingled, raw and intoxicating, filling the empty office, echoing against the walls. He drove deeper, harder, until a shudder ran through both of them, and he came with a guttural release, body trembling, the sound of their entwined passion filling the space like a dark symphony.
Her legs quivered beneath him, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, her reflection in the mirror staring back at the woman she was, simultaneously shocked and captivated by the heat coursing through her body.
At the bakery
Why isn’t she picking up?Simran stared at her phone, irritation mixing with worry. She had called and texted her mother multiple timesno reply. Not even a single blue tick.She was supposed to meet me here…
Simran slipped the phone back into her bag, glancing once more at the bakery door before making up her mind.Maybe I should just go to her office.She started walking, typing another quick message as she went.
The office building loomed quiet when she arrived. After-hours quiet but not empty.. entirely She stepped inside,Just as she raised her hand to press the button, the lift doors slid open on their own.Her mother stood inside.
Vani looked composed but oddly flushed, hair slightly out of place, her expression a fraction too alert as if she’d been pulled out of deep thought.Simran blinked.
Simran:“Mom? Are you done with work… huh?”
Her eyes shifted instinctively.
Who’s the man standing next to her?
The stranger stepped forward smoothly, extending a polite smile.
Vishal: “Vani ma’am… is this your daughter? I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Simran’s gaze flicked between themher mother, who suddenly looked uncomfortable, and the man whose tone was respectful .But his face look familiar ,do I know him?
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