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Astha, My Fat Fugly Love

This is a continuation in my Mistress Shoheli series (link above). As always, feedback welcome at The story is a bit long so please bear with it.

He sat at the desk furiously pounding at the keyboard, trying to balance the accounts statement he knew was all fake. As Astha sat next to him browsing for shoes to buy online, he ran over the excel sheets for the umpteenth time, trying to identify expenses to claim exemption for. And then he stopped, turned to his right, lifted Astha’s left arm, pulled the quarter-sleeve down and licked a couple of times at her armpit and sucked on it, as if he were trying to quench his thirst with the sweat building up there. I was that he, whose balls Astha fondled as I licked at her armpit, taking a break from work. This is the story of how I brought her depraved side out in the workplace.

You guys would remember that Mistress Shoheli had purchased me as a slave but realized I can probably be put to better use. I had myself been longing for something a bit more meaningful than being a simple man-whore. So when she told me that she has decided to let me handle the accounts and management of the import-export company she ran as a front for her illegal lobbying and “troubleshooting” business, I fell at her feet and licked at it in thanks as she giggled and tugged me by my cock to the bed for another round.

It was fairly easy work since the business was just a front and she always managed all the governmental authorities involved either through bribes or threats so no one really bothered us. The bookkeeping was more to ensure things remained clean on record while she did everything from offering whores to threatening chemical castration on politicians and businessmen to ensure they do as she demanded. It was just two of us in the office where the “business” is run from (used to be just her), given the sensitive nature of the work. But for the major part of the society, she is just a smart importer-exporter of luxury goods who is smart, neat, suave and always on top of things. In office, she always insisted on me being on top though, she just loved the fact that I could give her so many orgasms in an otherwise stressful day.

The initial days went like a dream; even the first day was worth remembering. The Monday after she bought me, she had already explained what her plan was and I had already licked her feet in acceptance. I asked her what to wear since all my clothes were in Smriti’s house, when she said, “what do you need to wear anything for?” and smiled mischievously. I grinned back and pushed her backwards and started fucking her when she started yelling, “abbe, don’t! My shirt will get creased!” I merely lifted her off the couch and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I did her holding her in my hands (advantages of her being lightweighted!)

We had our breakfast, and then she led me buck naked down to her car and drove off to her office. I was quite thankful that we were early – though we were the only two people in the office, the building in Nariman Point had plenty of other offices, all with loads of people working there! We were fortunate no one saw me scuttling into the elevator buck naked and my erect cock shimmy-shammying. I spent the rest of the day licking her various body parts as she went about her business, even made the space below her desk and between her legs mine for the day.

Even now, our days involve my getting her to her seat and then licking her armpits thoroughly before she sprays on her deo, then giving her pussy a thorough licking till she cums twice and then getting on with work. One day, I felt extra kinky as I saw her going to the loo that I ran with my bottle, emptied it in the washbasin and pressed it against her pussy, imploring her to pee into it. Since then, I made it a habit of drinking at least half a litre of her piss daily as well. And obviously, we used to fuck quite regularly, with me ,on occasions, sitting under her desk and licking her off as she tried negotiating with people, obviously unknown to them. Until the day Astha came into our life.

“What the fuck dude! I don’t want to not be able to grope you and fuck you whenever I please! Who is this bitch anyway?” I exclaimed as she told me. “Arre baba, I told you na, I don’t have an option in this. Her dad is an important contact for me and he has no idea this business is just a front. His daughter needs to do an internship during the summer and he asked me this as a favour – I can’t say no. It is just one month and it is only in office. Stop being such a horny fuck and learn to control kabhi toh,” she remonstrated and kissed me deep to prevent me from going on any further. She eventually broke her kiss and said, “And if you so much as give her an indication of what shit we do here – and I don’t mean just the sex – I’ll have you castrated and make you wear your balls around your neck, you understand?” she said and tightened her grip around my balls. “Bitch”, I said, and grabbed her neck, “don’t think of me as one of those scaredy fucks you threaten around! You know I’ll never do anything you don’t want me to anyway” I said and pulled her closed and kissed her again, finally letting her breathe. That night, we had extremely wild sex, with a lot of ball punching, hard pounding, slaps on the face for both, choking and even some belly punches – we were clearly trying to get a lot of the anger and pent up frustration out in advance.

The next day, we reached office and shared a deep, long kiss. “Best of luck, baby”, she said; “Best of luck to you too, honey” I said and pecked her on the cheek and went to my desk. Soon enough, Astha reached. She was a typical South Bombay bratty kid, being dropped off in a BMW by her driver. My first thought the moment I saw her was, “Oh fuck, what an ugly bitch!” And that was precisely what she was, with an extremely non-comely face. Worse, she was short at 5’3”, fat at 75 kgs, too young at 22 years and as I was soon to discover, too dumb! And had a very sad figure at 38C-34-42! Even my thoughts that at least I might have a hot chick sitting next to me was entirely lost and I cursed her as I greeted her and asked her to go meet Shoheli in her cabin.

“I told your dad to consider sending you somewhere else; we are just two of us running a fairly small business, you’ll hardly learn anything here, but he was insistent”, I was listening to Shoheli telling Astha in the closed chamber – she leaves the intercom on so I can eavesdrop when needed. “No ma’am, I’m sure I’ll learn plenty from you, dad has always been praises for you whenever he speaks of you. He sends his best regards”, I could hear the bitch replying. She had a rather childlike manner of speaking, like someone who is more used to speaking to elders than to people her own age – lonely bitch must have no friends I assume. “Anyway, we have a very small office – can’t afford too much overheads. We have a desk and two computers in the outer office, as you would have seen on your way in. You will share the desk with Baby and can ask him any doubts you have. He will teach you whatever you need and at the end of the month, you can get your certificate – I believe you need to submit one to your college?” “Yes ma’am. It is part of our compulsory internship program in the third semester and I’m really grateful you gave me this opportunity”. “Haha, don’t thank me. Thank the chap sitting outside, he’ll be the one teaching you everything; I am outdoors most of the days trying to make new deals.” I heard on miserably – Shoheli had told me about this earlier; she can’t conduct her work while Astha was around so she will be working out of various hotels and restaurants for her meetings and the like.

I was cursing when I realized Shoheli was asking me something over the intercom – she must have finished speaking with Astha and must be acting as though she just switched the intercom on. “Sorry ma’am, I was near the filing cabinet and didn’t get you. Come again?” I said, unmuting the phone on my desk, and managed to salvage the situation. “I was just telling Astha that she will be reporting to you on work. I’ll be leaving for a meeting in five minutes so please make sure she is comfortable and make sure you teach her everything.” “Obviously ma’am”, I said. Then I could hear her telling Astha, acting as though they were off the intercom, “Baby is my most valued employee and confidante. Make sure you do everything he tells you to and not do anything he forbids; he is going to decide whether you get the certificate after all” she said and laughed a little to let Astha know she wasn’t too serious about the last bit at least. Astha laughed back and said, “I’ll be an obedient little girl, don’t worry ma’am” and they both laughed as my dick twitched a little at the naughtiness of the last comment, though I was sure she didn’t mean it that way. “Anyway, best of luck, you may go to your seat now” Shoheli dismissed her. As Astha opened the door of the antechamber, I could hear the intercom go off.

“Welcome to Shoheli Impex Limited”, I greeted Astha. Depressed as I was about the lack of sex in office for a month situation, I maintained a stiff upper lip about it. I was a senior at the end of the day and my mentoring days from my last regular job weren’t completely lost on me. The first four days went normally enough. Shoheli used to drop me off at work, do a bit of factchecking in her chamber and leave for her “meetings” around twelve noon everyday and not return till six to finally pick me up. In the mornings when she was around, if she was in the mood, she used to call me into her chamber for “discussions”, which obviously ended up being make-out and quickie sessions. I used to go to the loo and jack off when she wasn’t around and I was feeling too horny. And Astha was just making it worse. Work-wise, she was a quick learner and picked up most concepts of the business fast and was actually a good help with the accounts.

Only, ugly, fat and short as she was, she was a woman nonetheless, and a fleshy and voluptuous one at that. As you would remember, I am a sucker for fleshy women. And Astha had a complex with her height so used to always wear heels. Because of her heels, her body, especially her boobs, used to bounce and jiggle like crazy when she walked. Horny as I was due to my regular sex at work being cut off, this lachak machak of a fleshy chick who sits right next to me was driving me crazy. Call it Stockholm Syndrome if you want, but I was completely lusting after Astha within two days. I told Shoheli this that night and she laughed and slapped my dick and said, “Kutte, stop being horny for every woman you meet! Bloody sex-compulsive fucker you are! Don’t mess around with Astha, you know how important her dad is for me!” “Obviously baba!” I told her, “you know I won’t do anything to put you at risk!” and we ended up fucking each other, I more vigorously and thinking of Astha on the second round.

The fourth day, that fateful day, Astha turned up wearing a somewhat sheer linen white quartersleeved shirt on a white spaghetti tank top and a deep pink bra, all of which was quite clearly visible through the shirt. And the shirt was well tailored so fit her like a glove. To make matters worse, Shoheli had been out all last night so I didn’t have sex with her, and she left early that day for “meetings”, all because of a damned new sales tax legislation she was lobbying for. So I was, in effect, damn horny when I saw Astha that way and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. We greeted each other and I managed to control myself but my dick was completely erect and I couldn’t do anything about it. I couldn’t even get up to go to the loo to jack off as she was sitting right next to me and would have noticed the erection.

I resumed my work as she started her computer up and started her assignments for the day. I kept stealing peeks at her boobs moving up and down as she breathed, hardly even concentrating on what was on my screen. She asked me a doubt about something and I barely even understood what she was saying – I was trying very hard not to look below her face and at her boobs. I told her I was caught up with something and will help her out with it a little later and returned to my screen. Problem was that my chair was right against the wall so if I had to get out, I had to push it back and turn towards her side to even get out. Fortunately, she got up to get a drink of water and I jumped up and walked towards the washroom as she turned towards the water dispenser. I hurriedly jacked off and shot a huge load but my dick refused to go down; I ended up painfully jacking off and shooting another load before I felt it going down and pulled my trousers on.

Emboldened by the double cumloads, I started feeling naughty now. I thought I will have a little fun with Astha so when I got back to my seat, I started typing and pushed my elbows as far out as I could while I typed. Soon enough, I acted as though I was pulling my hands back and moving forward to peer at something in my screen and let my right elbow rest on Astha’s left boob, though only fleetingly. I gave no indication that I even realized I had made contact with her, and continued peering at the screen while I took notes on a notepad (I had moved my hand off by now). I could see from the corner of my eye that Astha was looking at me, but I couldn’t make out if she was angry or shocked. I resumed typing and tried putting my elbows outwards again. But I noticed that Astha moved a little towards her right, trying to create some space between us. I decided not to push my luck and didn’t try anything further just then.

I had resumed working in earnest, having had my relief from the jacking off. After about a half hour, Astha asked me her doubt again. Initially, I didn’t think to use it to my advantage and started explaining how to work the solution out. She had some difficulty understanding so I decided to explain by doing a few examples on her computer directly. As I turned around in my chair and started typing, the devil in me decided to have a bit of fun. Since I had to type with both my hands, I let my left hand rest on the table and I conveniently placed my right elbow on her right boob and acted as though I didn’t notice it. I continued typing and could see out of the corner of my eye that she was looking at me rather than the screen (though I couldn’t see her expression). “So, do you understand?” I asked, presumably shocking her out of her trance. “Huh? Um… Nahi, sorry, I lost attention”, she said, sounding quite contrite. She probably assumed I had not realized what I did and didn’t have any such intentions.

“Arre chill baba! It is a bit complex, so don’t feel bad if you don’t get it. Let me explain again”, I said and got up. I gave a bit of gyaan on the subject, walking around as I did, to make it seem as though I was caught up in the explanation. She was following me with her eyes while still at her desk and I went over, turned her chair back to the desk, stood over her from behind to type on the keyboard from behind her. I leaned forward, resting my chin on her left shoulder, and typed it out again. Presumably, she paid more attention to the explanation than the chin on her shoulder so she understood. “Good girl”, I said and patted her head, cursing myself for the lost chance to have some more fun. She tittered at that and went “why, was I naughty till now?” and stuck her tongue out at me. I was shocked until I looked at her and realized she meant the innocent “naughty”. I replied in good humour, “Obviously! Ek dum worst behaviour kid who doesn’t learn anything properly” and stuck my tongue back at her as I resumed my seat to work. She giggled and resumed her work.

After a few minutes, she turned to me, “May I be naughty again?” and my dick jumped six feet in the air. I goggled at her until I realized she meant to say she had another doubt. I grinned evilly and went, “What do I get in return for putting up with such a naughty girl?” and stuck my tongue out at her. She assumed it to be friendly office banter and pouted, “Haww! Thank you bolungi na!” I laughed, not wanting to push my luck too much, though I desperately wanted to say “Thank you ko jaane de bhaad mein! I want a kiss”. Instead, I ended up saying “naughty girls get punished, I’ll punish you?” and stuck my tongue out to make it seem innocent. But that got it started.

“Accha? You’ll punish me? You don’t have the balls!” She responded and grinned evilly. “Oh I have two balls, both in perfect working condition. Want proof” I responded, eager to know where this would lead to. “Chee! Aisi gandi baatein nahi kartein!” she said, completely deflating my rising dick. “Fiiine, sorry!” I said as she pouted and returned to her computer. I resumed my typing, frustrated. After about five minutes, I realized she was looking at me. “Kya hua baba, sorry bola na!” I said, frustrated. Flustered, she turned back to her work, “nahi nahi, kuch nahi”. I realized what was on her mind; “Oh my goodness, you are a virgin! You haven’t even seen a guy’s dick have you!” I started sniggering. “Pehle hi bola na, aisi gandi baatein matt kijiye”, she snapped back. I was freaked because now I was worried she might complain to Shoheli, or worse, her dad, in which case Shoheli would skin me alive!

After a few minutes, I asked her, “Naraaz toh nahi ho? Yaar I was just kidding around, I didn’t know you would be this sensitive.” She didn’t reply and I resumed work worried out of my wits. After a half hour, she suddenly turned to me and snapped again, “I am not a virgin and I have seen plenty of guys’ dicks so shut up!” Confused as I was, I didn’t wanna piss her off any further so I merely said “thik hai, I’m really sorry”. I needed to pee so I pushed my chair back and got up to go towards the washroom. “Kahaan jaa rahe ho?” “Washroom” I replied, confused why she was inquiring. “Moothne ki muth maarne?” she asked, shocking me out of my skin. “I know stuff too! And I’m sure you keep jacking off like a sick fuck everytime you take such a long time!” She said, quite angrily. I walked away without saying anything, worried that I’ve gone too far. I had half a mind to just leave and not come back, but I had too much respect for Shoheli to do that. I took a leak and got back to the desk.

“Look, I’m sorry. I was annoyed with something else and I lashed out at you”, Astha said the moment I resumed my seat. “Oh, sorry. I honestly didn’t mean any offence though”, I told her, happy the situation was somewhat defused. “Hope everything is ok though”, I said, out of courtesy. She didn’t respond and I didn’t think much of it. That is when I noticed that she was crying (just a couple of tears). Now I was freaked truly. “Oh fuck! Is it something I did or said?!!” I asked, concerned. She wiped her tears off and said, “Kuch nahi.” I got up, got her a glass of water and made her drink it. “Look, if you don’t want to speak of it, I won’t push you. But it always helps to speak”, I told her, being genuinely concerned. “Do you think I’m fat?” she asked, after drinking the water. I realized immediately that it was just her friends in college making fun of her or something and breathed a sigh of relief. “Obviously not! I have never cared much for appearances, really, others as well as mine!” I lied glibly. I turned her chair around, put a finger below her chin and lifted her face upwards, “Astha honey, you are the prettiest girl I know, with the exception of Shoheliji. I’d happily even marry you if I could” I said, trying to make her feel better.

She was crying freely now, “Ghanta! I’m sure you also like hot women like ma’am only! Men don’t like fat, ugly, stupid women like me!” In a split second, I decided to take advantage of her vulnerability. I wheeled my chair in front of her and sat down. “Ok, I’m committed to a chick right now, so I can’t possibly date you. But if I ever had to cheat on her with you, I’ll gladly do it with you! Now come on! Lets see that smile!” I told her. She was still sobbing. “Astha, you are very pretty. And you are not fat, just fleshy. Trust me, that is a major kink for a lot of men, especially Indian men! Notice how all the Indian porn stars are nice and fleshy?” I was still trying to make her feel better while taking advantage of the situation. “I can never turn a guy on! All the guys after me are only after my dad’s money. And my girlfriends are worse, they just make me feel bad about how fat I am. I have even tried dieting like crazy, it just isn’t happening!” she burst out, crying even worse now, putting her head on my shoulder.

By now, my cock was rock hard. I let her cry for a couple of minutes and then pulled her away from me. She was sobbing as I smiled at her and held her right hand with mine. And as her eyes grew wide, I pulled it and kept it on my crotch. “I don’t know about other guys, but any stright guy would be turned on by you, you sexy beast,” I told her. She tried to pull her hand back, but I held it in place. “I’m not trying any dirty tricks to take advantage of your vulnerability, re. Just saying you are too damn sexy I can’t help but jack off thrice a day to you! I’m sorry, but it is the truth” I told her, as I saw her slowly stop crying. “So don’t worry, you will turn on plenty of men with that hot face and that hot body”, before I could finish the sentence, she leapt forward and kissed me. Shocked as I was, I enjoyed it, kissing her deep and long, our tongues lashing each others’ and my hands roaming all over her back and eventually resting on her ass and squeezing it.

Finally, we broke off the kiss and pulled back. “Sorry”, she said, and I grinned back. “Sorry? Thank you for that!” I told her and pulled her off the chair and hugged her, pressing her boobs against my chest. I knew the next few minutes will be crucial and I need to play it right; she was vulnerable but she wouldn’t jump into bed with a guy just because of that. “Now come, lets go wash your face” I said, pulling her by her arm to the washroom. I watched as she washed her face and towelled it dry. She was still looking away, unable to face me so I held her hand and tugged a little so she will turn. I smiled at her, moved forward, kissed her forehead and hugged her again; this time, she hugged me back tighter. Eventually, we broke our embrace and I kissed her nose and said, “Now don’t you ever be silly like this! Get back to work!” “Aren’t you coming?” she asked. “I will, but I first need to use the washroom” I said, grinning. Her face visibly reddened with her blushing and she ran back to her seat. I went into the loo, praying things work out fine, and jacked off hard.

We both worked for the next couple of hours quietly. The tension was mounting and I was getting horny again. As it was lunch time, I stopped working, turned around, kissed Astha on her cheek and said, “kyun gorgeous? Aaj no khaana?” as I got up to go to get our dabbas from outside the office. She giggled in reply, and decided to pinch my asscheek as I passed by her on my way out. I yelped in mock pain and exaggeratedly rubbed my ass as I walked out. “I shall have my revenge” I declared as I returned with the dabbas, still mock-rubbing my ass. We ate at our desk as always, and the sexual tension was mounting to unbearable levels. But I managed to steer the conversation clear of all sex talk and kept it all clean; despite all her signals, I knew I had to make her horny enough to want to have sex with me if it were to sustain. After lunch, went to get the dabbas back to the front door. I waited till she returned and declared that I had to use the washroom. “Again!” she acted exagerratedly surprised. “Ab main kya karoon! You are the one to blame for this!” I said and stuck my tongue out at her.

I got up, flaunting the huge bulge in my trousers, when she almost said something but stopped herself. “Bolo bolo!” I urged her. “Kuch nahi” she said, turning red. “You want to see it?” I asked her, sticking my tongue out to make it seem innocent. She didn’t reply but I could see her trying hard not to smile. I lifted her left hand and put it on my crotch and she shook her head, smiling as she took it off. I knew I had her now, and pushed my crotch out as far as I could and went, “arre jaldi! How much time can I wait?” and decided to rub my crotch on her left arm and pushed at her with it. She just kept grinning embarrassed so I decided to play the game along till she comes around. I bent down and licked at her ear and sucked her earlobes as I rubbed her crotch with my hand. “I’m going to the washroom, my gorgeous sexbomb”, I whispered into her ears. I straightened up, undid my belt and trousers right next to her, and dropped them, taking my shoes also off. I pulled my boxer shorts also down, letting my cock spring out and hit her left arm. She was beet red and trying hard not to look away frm the screen. I grabbed at her hair, pulled her head backwards till it was tilting over the chair, leant forward and kissed her on her lips deep. As I was kissing her and my erect and naked dick was pressing into her shoulder, I unbuttoned her first two buttons, pushed my way into her tanktop and bra, and tweaked her right nipple around, making her gasp even as she kissed.

I ended the kiss, released her tits and head, and turned off and walked to the loo without looking back. I entered the loo but left the door conspicuously open. I sat on the WC and jacked off with my eyes closed. I could hear Astha walk up to the loo door but still didn’t open my eyes. I eventually came, fortuitously shooting a huge load on her as she was standing right in front of me. She shreiked and ran to get tissues and wipe the cum off her as I opened my eyes and laughed inwardly. As she wiped the gobs of cum off her shirt, I walked up to her, hugged her from behind, putting my hands on her belly and my cock into her asscrack; she gasped and looked up at our reflection in the mirror. I smiled at her and she smiled back and continued cleaning the cum. “Trust me, this is not where I wanted to shoot my load,” I said, moving up to cup her boobs as she cleaned the cum off them. “You could have told me you were here! Why did you come into the loo?” I asked her; by now she had finished with the cum-wiping job. She retorted in mock anger, “Moothne ke liye! Aapke muh pe karoon?” enjoying the groping as much as I was.

“Haan please karoge?” I said, stopping the boob-pressing. She turned around and stared at me; I refused to take my hands off her and was still holding onto her around the hips. “Kya hua?” I asked with a devillish smile. “Are you serious, you fucking pervert?” she asked, surprised. I said nothing and went on my knees, undid her trousers, pulled them down with her panties, put my lips around her thick with pubes pussy and just looked up expectantly. “Oh my god, you fucking perverted bastard, you are serious!” Astha exclaimed. I grabbed her huge asscheeks, pushed her forward into my mouth, licked at her pussy lips with the tip of my tongue and pushed a finger into her asshole to get things moving. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! I am actually gonna pee into a guy’s mouth! I can’t believe this shit is happening!” Astha was revelling in the depravity of the situation. I lightly slapped her ass cheek and pinched at it to bring her back to this world. She giggled and went quiet, presumably getting ready to pee.

Soon enough, I smelt the acrid stench before I even tasted the metallic taste. I pulled her pussy closer into my face as I quickly gulped down the stream of golden liquid as I realized she won’t have the experience to stop and let me enjoy the piss around in my mouth. Eventually, I felt the stream reduce in intensity and realized she was about done. I collected the last mouthful of her piss and stood up to face her grinning visage. Before she could realize what I was upto, I grabbed her cheeks, pulled her face into mine and kissed her. I used my tongue to force her to open her lips for the kiss and slowly transferred some of the piss into her mouth. Surprisingly (I expected her to be disgusted and spit it out), she seemed to enjoy it and happily drank it up as our tongues wrestled each other’s. I realized her perversion didn’t stop at drinking her own piss as she pulled me closer to her and licked the insides of my mouth out.

I tripped her backwards and pushed her to the ground, holding onto her to ensure she doesn’t hit her head on the floor and pushed my now hard-again dick into her, making her gasp with the shock of her pussy being torn open like this. She wasn’t a virgin but I realized hers was not a pussy used to having fat dicks in them. She got used to it soon enough though, and was proving herself quite a screamer, moaning at every thrust and screaming every time she climaxed. She came thrice, each time with a blood curdling scream, until eventually I pulled out and shot my second load on her – only this time on her fat and fleshy belly directly instead of her shirt. As I lay panting next to her, I noticed her wiping the cum off her with her fingers and licking it off like it were icecream. “Bitch, you are good!” I exclaimed as I turned over and kissed her flush on her lips. She grabbed my butt as we kissed and after we finished, whispered back, “Behenchod, you are too fucking good!”

We eventually fucked another time and finally decided to get up and resume her seat at around four in the evening, still naked though. She tried working while I explored her body parts. “Fucker, this is sexual harassment at work place!” she tittered as I jacked off onto her boobs as she worked. “Chal bey raand, saali! Let me fuck you or at least jack off in peace!” I retorted. Eventually, after a lot of nakedness, we wore our clothes since she was apprehensive Shoheli might return any time. I knew I still couldn’t tell her about Shoheli’s reality anyway. That night, Shoheli laughed as I told her the story and went, “Horny bastard, you’ll fuck your mother also if you got a chance, won’t you?” “Dikhaa uski chuchi, I’ll gladly make myself another brother”, I retorted as I fucked her.

The next day was by far the best experience ever; “Aa bey raandiya! Kitni maal dikhti hai tu!” was how I greeted her as she walked in. She freaked out, worried Shoheli might hear; little did she know Shoheli can listen to everything anyway since the room was bugged. “Matt kijiye na! Ma’am sunenge toh I’m dead!” she whispered urgently at me. “Chill, kuch sunaiyi nahi dega unko”, I said, and put my hand under her ass exactly as she sat. She yelped a bit but didn’t move because she knew Shoheli might notice if she jumped up, since our table was directly in front of Shoheli’s chamber and her blinds on her glass windows were drawn. I decided to put my other hand on Astha’s boob and squeeze it even as she went, “What the fuck are you doing, dude! We’ll get into serious trouble!” “Chill! She never looks up from her table in the mornings and I just wanna remember how amazing your boobs feel”, I said, even as I kneaded her breasts like dough. I knew Shoheli was looking at us from inside and enjoying the show, but Astha had no idea.

I knew I could have more fun with this so I leaned over and kissed her deep and long as she tried batting me away and pulling herself away from my embrace. I squeezed her boob really hard with my left hand and, in a gruff voice said, “Bitch, don’t keep me from your lips, I’ll die!” and kissed her again, while Shoheli enjoyed from inside. She yelped a little as I mauled her breasts but kissed back rather aggressively and gave me a slap at the end and said, “Now shut up and sit quiet before you get us into any trouble, horny motherfucker”. I snickered, licked her cheek and turned back to my work as she booted her computer up. “Suno, I really wanna lick your armpit, let me?” I decided to randomly ask her to throw her off guard. She was, as expected perplexed by the request and just went, “huh?” I took advantage of that and grabbed at and raised her left hand, pulled it upwards and licked at her now sweaty armpit for about five seconds before letting her hand back down. “Tasty! Loving it!” I told her and kissed her cheek as I returned to my work, leaving her visibly shocked and decidedly horny.

Shoheli decided to join in on the fun and buzzed us on the intercom. “Baby, Astha, can you please come inside?” she said and cut the intercom. Astha freaked out, “Oh fuck! Main mar gayi! She saw you doing something stupid and now we are caught. I’m so screwed. Sab tere wajah se, pata hai…” she went on interminably. I jumped up and kissed her deep on the lips, though that obviously only agitated her further. “Shut up,” I hissed at her, “she can’t have seen anything. Just lets go see what she wants. Trust me, she never notices anything in the morning when she is at her desk, so don’t worry! Let me prove it to you,” I said, unzipped my trousers, pulled my hard dick out of my boxer shorts, rubbed its glistening head on her face and walked to the door of Shoheli’s chamber. I opened the door and motioned Astha to join me. She did, face ashen white with fear at my exposed member.

We stood in front of Shoheli’s desk in the chamber, one next to the other. I put my hand intentionally down Astha’s trousers from the back and caressed her ass as she tried to maintain a straight face. I tried pulling Astha’s hand onto my cock but she pulled it off thrice after which I gave it up. Shoheli acted as though she was going through the papers on her desk and asking me some questions on the office’s accounts, to which I gave made up answers. She then inquired Astha as to how the internship was going and whether I was being supporting and teaching her enough things etc. Astha flusteredly replied, as I tried putting a finger up her anus, that I was being really helpful with her doubts etc.

As we left Shoheli’s room, I told Astha, “Bola na! She never notices anything!” and kissed her deep and long. She was still scared but I could see the exhibitionist in her enjoying the experience. Shoheli eventually had to leave and we spent the rest of the day fucking each other in insane angles and insane poses. I drank her pee and made her drink mine too this time, noticing that she drank it with great relish. We spent the next three weeks enjoying crazy sexual and depraved experiences. When she left, we gave her the certificate she needed for her college and obviously, we promised to meet and fuck regularly, which I still do, with Shoheli’s permission. Though the office returned to Shoheli and my lovemaking, I still miss the fat, fugly, horny, depraved bitch that loved depravity more than anything else.