The Office Slut

“Ready?”

Chander Mistry looked up from his desk, irritation touching his face. He had a mountain of work to get through, and he wasn’t in the mood for fun and games.

“No, I’m not,” he told Tamanna. “I have things to do.”

“Dhurrr.” She crossed the few steps from the door, a young woman, half his age, really, her dark hair swinging in a ponytail behind her, her white top coming down to her waist, and the rest of her, like everyone else in the office, bare.

“I could say ‘all work and no play’, but I know you wouldn’t listen to me.” She put her hands on her hips. “You said you’d do this, and I agreed to teach you.” She glanced at the watch on her wrist. “It’s lesson time.”

He gestured at the documents covering his desk. “But what about—” he started to say.

“Pooh. Again. Or don’t you trust your staff?”

“Of course I do. I wouldn’t have hired them if I didn’t.”

“Then trust their judgment. You’ll have to review their work, that’s what a boss does. And you’ll want to brief yourself on the financial details of these contracts. That’s what a CFO does. But for right now you’re my pupil.” She held out her slim hand. “Well?”

Reluctantly Chander pushed away from his desk. He grumbled to himself as he followed her down the hall, but he kept it muted. He hated when she was right. He’d incautiously unburdened himself within her hearing one day, and she’d made him an offer that would have been out of place anywhere except Kapoor & Associates.

“Now where we?” Tamanna asked as they entered the break room. She removed her blouse and bra and lay back on one of the beds, her legs open in invitation.

Her sex … her pussy … looked dark and mysterious in the light. She slipped her fingers down through the sparse patch of hair at the base of her tummy. He could feel his inevitable reaction. He might be well into his 50s, but he was a guy, and the sight of a woman’s naked pussy still aroused him.

He shrugged off his shirt and knelt between her legs. He kissed her tummy, just brushing his lips across her skin. Slowly—she’d repeated that time after time—he worked closer to his goal, the folds of her pussy. He kissed her thighs, inhaling the fragrance of an aroused woman. Slowly, hesitantly, he nibbled at her lips.

She sucked in a breath, and for a moment he thought he’d done it wrong. And then she made a soft noise that he recognized. Emboldened, he traced her sex lips with his tongue, circling, approaching, but never quite touching her bud.

She moved her hips, trying to press up against him. She’d taught him that game, too, and he avoided her movements, dropping kisses on her inner thighs. She made a whimpering noise deep in her throat, and he just brushed her nub with his tongue.

She jerked, and he caressed the foreskin that held it. She jerked again, and then pressed up against him. He pursed his lips, bearing down on that sensitive bit of skin. He could feel her tossing her head, and when he glanced up she was holding her breasts, her fingers clamped on her nipples.

He wet his finger and slipped it into her up to the first knuckle. He moved it in and out slowly, just enough to tease. He bore down on her nub with his tongue, pressing it, flicking it from side to side. She quivered, shoving up at him. He could feel her wetness on his face, and her growing excitement.

He slipped a second finger in, and then sucked the skin over her nub. She caught her breath, and then he felt the walls of her pussy clamp down on his finger, spasm after spasm as she quaked. Her channel was flooded with her moisture, and she pushed her hips into his face. Finally, she slumped on the bed, gasping for breath.

He kissed the base of her tummy—she’d taught him that a girl could be very sensitive down there in the moments after a climax—and then worked his way up her young body. He feasted on her small breasts, teasing the nipples until they stood straight up.

She shifted on the bed, making room for him. He got the hint and pulled off his polo shirt. She took his cock in hand and rubbed it up and down where his tongue had just been, coating its head with her wetness.

“Now give me the other thing I want,” she murmured. She pressed his cock against the wet heat of her entrance.

He thrust, and again, and once more. He closed his eyes, willing himself to hold back. He wanted to sink himself in her hot young body and let go. But she’d been trying to teach him to restrain his urges, to hold back and let things happen.

When he felt he wasn’t going to come right away, he thrust again, and this time he felt his balls nudge her bottom. He shifted his weight so he was entirely over her. He felt her legs wrap around his. She was so tight, much tighter than he could remember a woman getting, and her pussy gripped his cock as if it didn’t want him to go.

She gave him an encouraging smile. “So far so good. Now give it to me.”

He pulled back, and then slid in again, this time one smooth motion that sheathed him entirely within her. He repeated again and again. He’d done it the first time when he was 16, and it felt just as good now as it did then.

She began to breathe in time with his thrusts, and her hips pushed up at him. He wanted to close his eyes and let go, but he kept studying her face, watching the emotions cross it, watching as her eyes glazed. She was pressing harder up against him, trying to take him deeper. Three months of doing this with her told him she was getting close.

He couldn’t hold back. He began to drive into her, shaking her as their bodies slammed together. She clutched his sides, her chin coming up, her mouth open as she got close. And then she was there, groaning, her pussy repeatedly clamping around him.

The thought that he’d made her come ricocheted through his head. That was too much. He was aware of his cock like never before, and then he was over the top, coming in one wave after another.

He finally slumped down on her body, nuzzling her neck, kissing her chin. He was breathing hard and couldn’t think.

“That was good,” she murmured. She ran her hand over his body. “That was very good.”

He used to pull out, but she’d taught him to leave it in while they cuddled. His cock finally shrank and came out of its own accord. That was the hint to straighten up, to get up, to help her up, and to clean up. They had to make room for the other employees.

“Much better,” Tamanna said in the unisex bathroom. He’d showered briefly and now politely waited for her. She had followed him through the shower, and now twisted her bra around so she could put it on.

“It’s hard. I want to plunge in and let go.” He helped her with the clasp of her bra, another of those polite things she’d taught him.

“That might be good for you, but it’s not good for the girl.” She touched his cock, pushing it back and forth. “See what you get when you take your time?”

He smiled at her, and she gave him a brief hug. He watched the way her bottom moved as they left the break room. If she turned and asked, he knew he’d go back in, and probably spend the rest of the day sleeping.

The work looked a lot less daunting when he got back to his desk. Ms. Kapoor was right: there was nothing like a good climax to brighten up the day, even if he did feel guilty about it. He’d left his come inside a woman other than his wife.

He and his wife almost never touched each other anymore. They hadn’t in years. Neither of them could figure out why, or even when that had occurred. They’d just fallen out of the habit.

Two years before things had changed at Kapoors. Suddenly the women were flaunting their bodies, and everything that had been wrong was suddenly all right. Even looking at a woman at any other business in town could result in problems with HR. But at Kapoor suddenly it was all right to go to the break room and have sex.

He’d resisted the change for a few days. He was very uncomfortable with the idea of showing his body in front of strangers. He was overweight and his paunch couldn’t possibly look sexy. But that didn’t seem to stop the other men.

He had finally given in, and felt really bad about it afterward. After a bit women stopped seeking him out. He fantasized about them, masturbating from time to time. And he went on a weight loss program, exercising and toning his body. His doctor had been happy, and even told him that he’d probably added a few years to his life.

Then had come the off-site.

He’d skipped the first one. Somebody had to stay behind in the office in case something came up, and he’d volunteered. Ms. Kapoor, though, had pointedly told him that he was attending the second one.

He’d heard a few stories, but they didn’t prepare him for the reality. It’d been a non-stop orgy, and none of it behind closed doors. Couples went at it on the lawn, in the lake, on picnic tables, and everywhere else oversexed imaginations could suggest. The only limit was male endurance.

After a little hesitation he just let go. It had lasted four days, and he lost track of how many women he had done it with. What he did remember was that the very first time had been like normal: he put it in, took a few strokes, and came. But every one after that lasted and lasted.

Tamanna had moved in with him after the first day. He’d been a little surprised by that, but she ignored his protests. She wasn’t going to sleep out in the open, and she didn’t report to him or any of his people at all.

That had been a few months before. Now, once a day, she took him to the break room for “education”. She was trying her hardest to break him of his coming so quickly. And she was teaching him other things, such as oral sex, giving, not receiving.

He wasn’t sure what she got out of it. He’d checked: she played around with other guys, just like every other woman at Kapoor. Some days she did it with a guy in the morning, other times it was the afternoon break. The only sure thing was that she gave him her lunch hours.

He surprised himself by finishing the work he’d set for himself before the afternoon was over. Most days he ended up taking contracts and financial reports home, but not tonight. Instead his briefcase was nearly empty, and he had an evening where he wasn’t going to be working.

Tamanna seemed to know. She caught him just as he was leaving.

“No work tonight?”

He shrugged. “It seems strange.”

She stepped into her skirt and turned around so he could zip her up. “Don’t let work get in the way of romance.”

“You mean?”

“Flowers, dinner, and a little seduction.” She smiled. “And why not? I think that’s been missing from your life.”

He thought about that as he drove home. Maybe she was right.

——-

Tamanna stood at the window watching Mr. Mistry get in his car. One of her girlfriends liked older men, and had suggested that she find one. Mr. Mistry had been available, but so was every man at Kapoors. Somebody had laid a heavy guilt trip on him, and he’d been the most difficult and hesitant lover she’d had. He’d known nothing. It’d almost been like she’d been teaching him. She hoped he took her suggestion. He needed to make love to his wife. That would help him like nothing else could.

“Feel like a little afternoon aerobic exercising?” Saurabh from IT asked.

“Umm, perhaps,” Tamanna said. They were outside of the office, so they didn’t touch and tried to speak elliptically. Mr. Mistry’s car stopped at the exit to the parking lot, and then turned right instead of left. Turning left would take him to the expressway and his home in the suburbs. Turning right would take him to the flower store just down the block.

“Sure, why not,” she said, turning. She felt a bubble of happiness deep inside her. She pictured Mr. Mistry in candlelight, his body, a lot buffer than it had been when she’d started, looking seductive.

She and Saurabh returned to the break room, and he helped her undress. She sucked him hard, and smiled when he entered her. He was young and virile, and she knew was probably good for more than once. He wasn’t at all like Mr. Mistry, who knew his strength, and had learned to hold back and enjoy the process, not just the end result.

Saurabh swept all of those thoughts away, and she arched up on to him when she came. After she’d relaxed, and Saurabh began to prove his virility by getting hard again, she decided this was a teacher’s reward for three months of training.

 


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