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By: Bobby
Hello Guys Bobby Here. With the response I got from last three stories of mine I am flattered. One person has asked me to write this for him. Well its his fantasy about his sister. Ya you heard me right his own sister. Well he is a sales executive and she is a teacher. Well he gave me an idea for the story. I am putting my words.
Before joining into a school she was working under Abhi. Abhi is the CEO of a Marketing Firm. This happened about two years back. She had joined in the firm as a personal assistant to Abhi. She was at the front desk and would manage all works. Slowly she had blend in and Abhi could not live without her. Actually he could think of work without her. She used to mange everything. Abhi is such a forgetful guy would even forget lunch if not reminded to. Oops I myself forgot to tell you guys her name. She is Aarti. Well she was also the final discussion point during all the sales meetings. She had an amazing structure. Her boobs were so big that everyone wondered if they were real or if she was wearing some sort of extra paddings. Some times her boobs felt limp. She also had a most wonderful and big ass. All the sales executives had an instant hard on as soon as they brushed against her in the lift or in the corridors.
Abhi had a close friend named Jeethu. Though he was Abhi’s junior, and head of the sales division, both of them were very close. Many times both of them just sat together and would spend weekends together. During office hours when they had no particular official work, they would watch aarti on the video through the CCTV.
But soon she got a job as a teacher in a government school. So she did not want leave the opportunity and hence gave her resignation. But Abhi asked her to stay another two months so that he could fid a new PA and so she could teach her also. Since her appointment was due only in three months she agreed. Soon she was asked to pay Rs 2.00 lacs by the school authorities as “DONATION” which infact was a bribe. When she asked Abhi about it he said he would think.
Abhi waited until the other guys had finally gone before putting on his well practiced smile as he stopped at the reception desk himself.
“You’re leaving us, Aarti, and after being here only two weeks. That will be a problem. And the money well I will try to get it for you. But then it will be difficult for you pay back.”
She gave him a cheerful smile in return from a generous mouth in a well tanned face. She wore her hair in a long pony tail style that made her appearance a lot younger than her real age, which was perhaps a little less than thirty. To Abhi she always looked as if she’d come off the set of an old Hindi Raj Kapoor movie, and the thought of peeling her out of a one-piece swimming costume was one of the constant themes in his most intense fantasies about her.
“That’s right. I’m sorry to be going but I’m leaving the city altogether.”
“Yeah, I heard that as well”.
“I guess the boss would have liked to say goodbye but he had to go to that big meeting today.”
“Sure, I understand.”
He could hardly drag his eyes up from the crisp white shirt she was wearing where the lacy top of her bra cups were visible through the thin material. They strained against her row of shirt buttons like virgin Himalaya peaks ready to break out in a uncontrollable avalanche as soon as things warmed up enough.
Abhi restrained an urge to groan and instead reached into his shirt pocket. He moved to the right and carefully spread a bundle of Rs 1000 note on top of the marble counter. Exactly as he’d expected, her eyes watched him with surprise as he laid the money down. Everything he’d planned depended on keeping her looking towards him.
“Listen, Aarti, since this is what you want and all, and things are pretty quiet around here just now, I was wondering if you’d like to do me a favor. A big favor. . .” He grinned, “A couple of real big favors, to tell the truth.”
Aarti well knew the effect she had on men, even ones like Abhi that were years younger than her. In fact, especially on men younger than herself. Ever since she’d been at the office she’d been expecting an offer like this. It was a disappointing one though – she’d credited Abhi with more class than just laying down a money in front of her.
“No, no, don’t get the wrong idea here, Aarti. What I’m talking about is helping me to motivate the guys in the team. I need something really special to get them to work their butts off next week. OK, I know you won’t be here but you could leave something behind that would surely do the job.”
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s a simple deal and if you’ll agree you can take this cash with you as a separation bonus. What I’d like you to do is to go into the meeting room and lock the door behind you. Down at the other end of the room is a video camera on a stand that’s hooked up to a TV monitor. Go in there and put the video recorder under the monitor in record mode.”
Aarti was as puzzled as before: “And then what?”
“OK, I’ll tell you the truth. There’s been a lot of arguments among the guys about whether or not you’ve got some padding tucked away in your bra cups to make your figure look so sensational. Now, myself, I just can’t believe that anything that moves that well can be anything but the real thing. But two other guys on the sales team say I’ve got to be wrong. Philip Mathew is with me though – remember when you squeezed past him in the corridor the other day? He swears he could feel that you’re a genuine Pamela Anderson. So what I’m saying is that if I could offer the guy with the best sales figures next week a tape of you settling the argument for certain it would be a real incentive.”
The receptionist tried to frown, then found she was smiling. This wasn’t the most unusual request she’d ever had, but it was close to it, and very flattering. Were all these young studs really so fascinated by her figure?
“And how am I supposed to do that?” She was still smiling, though shaking her head against the implied suggestion.
“That’s easy to work out, isn’t it? Just strip off your shirt and bra for one minute and show the camera what’s really there. That’s all I’m asking you to do.”
She tried to look shocked: “Are you serious?”
“Of course I am. I can’t get the guys to talk about their sales problems now. All they want to do is to keep asking each other if they’ve seen the way you bounce around at every step. It’s like a bunch of Alaskan trappers sitting around swapping yarns about Big Foot. Well, I’m not interested in legends, I want to see the real proof on a video tape so there’s nothing more to argue about. And when the guys know what I’ve got on the tape they’ll be killing each other to watch the action. So how about it?”
“You want me to go in there and take my clothes off in front of the camera? Is that what you’re asking me to do?” She looked at him with wide open eyes, then down at her front as if just noticing all the weight she was carrying around.
She wasn’t refusing, she was just asking for some more sales work from him before finally agreeing. Every instinct was telling him he had a deal if he just kept working at it.
“Only the top half of your clothes, Aarti. Just so we can scan our eyes over the broad acres and marvel at nature’s bounty. Honestly, we’ll all watch it in a quiet and respectful way, I promise you. I certainly will.”
She shook her head in amused reproof: “I just bet you will. And when will that be?”
“You can keep the tape until you finish work. But I can guarantee that two minutes afterwards I’ll be in that meeting room watching it. After all I deserve a little sneak preview before I pay you, don’t I?”
The woman felt now that she could see what was developing. All this talk about the tape was just a ploy to break the ice, to make her more agreeable to something else after work. Well, Aarti had had a few thoughts about Abhi Shapiro herself. He was tall and well built, a sharp dresser and a smart guy obviously making a lot of money. And she wasn’t all that excited about going back to her parent’s home anyway, especially dragging Junior along with her.
OK, so it was true that Abhi was younger than her, but maybe that could be worked around. If he was trying to say she might play an important role in his life, she ought to consider it. But she mustn’t make herself look to cheap or eager. On the other hand, give him a real good show and he’d be screaming for a date. Turn him down flat and nothing would happen, and nothing was something she’d already got plenty of right now.
“If I were to do it, the door would stay locked the whole time.”
“No problem at all, no problem at all. You can lock it yourself and know it’s secure.”
“How do I know that TV in there isn’t connected up to another one around here? I might be giving a show to everybody in the building.”
“Why would I do anything for the rest of the building? And you know there’s only one TV set in these offices. Check the cable, you’ll see there’s only the one that connects the camera to the recorder and the monitor – everything’s above board, Aarti, I swear it.”
“Abhi, I don’t know about this. . .”
“We’re the only ones here right now, the door will be locked and you’ll be picking up some useful cash. What’s more you’ll be helping me out in a big way. Look, here’s another forty bucks. Stand up right now and walk into that sales room and I’ll give you this forty as a down payment. Come on, Aarti, for me, please?”
She giggled, holding her hands up in front of her face as if too embarrassed to let him see it. He rolled up the a bundle of the Money, leaned forward and carefully slipped it into the top of her shirt: “Please . . .”
She made it seem she was giving in to his pleadings, not to the money: “OK, alright, just for you, just this once. But only as a favor to you.”
Abhi couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe he’d sold her so easily. He fought to hide his triumph. “Great, great. Now go in there and slay them, kid. Break a leg!”
Smiling ruefully, Aarti came out from behind the reception desk. Matching her shirt was a black short skirt slit at the back halfway up her shapely thighs. Abhi led the way to the meeting room and held the door open for her.
“I appreciate this, Aarti, I really do.”
She stopped at the doorway: “But who’s going to answer the phone and deal with any visitors?”
“I will, of course. In you go. Oh, and there’s a tube of body cream on the table as well.” He lifted up his hands and made circular motions with them in front of his chest. “I thought maybe you’d like to rub some of it around a little, just to have something to do. And to make the show a little more interesting.”
Aarti couldn’t help being amused at his nerve: “I’ll have to think about that.” With a last faint smile still on her lips she finally stepped inside the meeting room and shut the door.
Listening carefully, Abhi heard the lock on the other side click shut. Taking a deep breath he wiped his damp palms and headed back to the reception desk, opened the main door and called down the corridor: “Guys!”
It was just afterwards that the door suddenly opened and a stocky middle aged woman in a security guard’s uniform walked into the room swinging a bunch of keys in her hand. She looked calmly at the bare bodies on and around the table and grinned. She had very brown skin and high cheekbones.
“Hi, Seema,” Abhi said as he turned and walked towards her. She noticed the camera and monitor, still running and still recording every detail of the receptionist’s ravishment. The security guard put a finger to her lips, then beckoned him up to the other end of the room, well clear of the camera.
“Hello, Abhi,” she said. “I guessed what was going on in here when I got a phone call from Mumbai from some mother worried that her daughter was at an office party which was getting out of hand.”
“Don’t worry about that, honey, she’s well in hand. In Jithu’s hands anyone.”
Jithu was the only salesman in the room who hadn’t noticed the guard’s arrival. He was clutching Aarti’s tits as he frantically prepared to come in her mouth again. The other guys had stopped stroking and fingering her when the door opened, but were starting again as Abhi and the guard chatted, the woman apparently quite cool about the fact that she was the only one in the room with a stitch of clothing on. In fact she seemed very amused at the whole situation and about Abhi’s brazen answer. What the sales team didn’t know but were beginning to suspect was that Abhi already knew the guard very well.
“You’ll have to get her to phone home again, to let Mom know she’s OK. The thing is, is your girl friend going to be pissed about all this – is she going to cause trouble?”
Abhi shook his head: “With that tape to send home to her folks? No, she’s not going to complain.”
The guard grinned: “Not like me, hey?”
“You were fine once I’d contributed enough to your retirement fund.”
Seema smiled again, turning to watch closely as Jithu yelled out in pleasure at his second coming amidst Aarti’s snorts, shaking her breasts fervently in triumph.
“Jesus Christ, but that’s a lot of woman you’re fucking. I guess I’ll have to ask her if she’s willing to be doing all you guys at once. But I want to stay away from that camera.”
“No problem. By the way, Seema, would you care to join us in a fuck?”
She reached forward and gently squeezed his cock. “Sorry, Abhi, I have to get back to work real soon.”
“That’s OK, Seema, but it would be nice if I could introduce you to the others the same way. A little bit of icing on the cake is always a treat.”
“Sure, why not?”
Aarti suddenly realized she not being touched by anybody, not anywhere. Lifting herself up on elbows she stared around, still half dazed, and then gaping at the security guard and the way she was casually tugging on the guy’s cocks as she was introduced. Even Jithu had joined the end of the line, as surprised and sated as he was.
“Come here, Aarti,” Abhi ordered her.
Ashamed at her condition and her nakedness in front of the other woman, Aarti had to do as he wanted. Abhi and the female guard were facing each other now, his hands on her waist as both of hers stroked him slowly into a fresh arising. He pointed downwards. “On your knees.”
Again, she obeyed, and the woman laughed: “These guys have sure got you well trained, honey. I guess you must like doing what you’re told to.”
Aarti’s thighs were sticky, and so was her face, her hair was falling over her eyes and her breasts felt as if they’d been chewed up by a pack of wild dogs. It was also obvious that the woman in the uniform didn’t care anything about any of that. As for the guys, they were watching everything that the guard was doing to Abhi and obviously eager for some more of the same treatment for themselves.
“Had a phone call about you, Aarti. Your mother thought you might be in some kind of trouble. Seems to me you’re just enjoying yourself though. Seems to me you’re getting a kick out of putting yourself out for the guys in the office. Is that right?”
Aarti gulped, then slowly nodded. “That’s right.”
Seema nodded, then chuckled as Jeethu put his hands up towards her breasts. She slapped his hands, hard. “Stop that, otherwise I’ll have to take your girl friend away. I don’t want wrinkles on my shirt.”
Abhi shrugged, grinned and grunted in satisfaction as she lowered her hands again and worked his foreskin back and forth.
“You’ve been around the block with all these guys already, haven’t you, Aarti? Been fucked four ways and ready for more, hey?”
She bowed her head and muttered: “Yes.”
“Yeah, well it sure seems you’ve got some hard yards to do yet.” The guard giggled and looked down at Abhi’s cock as it grew in her grip.
“Say, Abhi, I think maybe your girl ought to lick this nice and clean for you before you use it again. Aarti, open wide, like a good girl.”
Aarti straightened her back, lifted up her head and opened her lips as the security officer deftly steered Abhi’s cock between them. As soon as the woman’s hands were free she slipped one of them underneath Abhi’s butt, tickling him affectionately behind the balls as Aarti licked his erection without any vestige of restraint.
“Listen, Abhi, talking of retirement funds, maybe we could do some business here. There are a lot of guys in this building who’d like to stay behind after work for a little office party with a piece of ass like this one. They’d pay well for it. I can organize a lot of regular little work outs for her and we’ll split the profit.”
Aarti made a singled choked protest before Abhi gripped her hair and pulled her mouth onto his cock. She swallowed him instantly, the roof of her mouth rubbing against the very tip of his cock as she waited for his response. Seema chuckled and scratched him in a way that jerked him forward and sent Aarti rocking backwards on her haunches.
“How about we dress her up in a uniform like mine and handcuff her before we let the guys have her?”
Abhi thought about that as Seema kept scratching her finger nails along his scrotum. Aarti had stopped blowing him for a second, until a tug on her hair had set her in motion like a nodding clockwork doll again. He felt himself starting to come again and grinned happily. “Yeah, why not? And leave her bent over a executive chair for a good paddling before they guys start stripping her off. Is that a good idea or what?”
Jithu laughed, knelt down behind Aarti and put his hand up underneath her outstretched thighs. The other salesmen also got down and grabbed her tits again. Abhi began gasping with the beginning of his climax and Seema leaned around in front of him, french kissing as he jerked deeply into Aarti’s mouth. In his mind was the feel of a wooden handle in his hand, the tennis table bat hovering over two chairs and two up-raised bottoms, both curvy female asses displayed between a raised skirt and lowered panties. Each pair of buttocks bore the reddened marks of the bat – one of them was Aarti’s, the other was Seema’s – and both the girls were calling out his name as they writhed under his power, as he chose which one to punish and which to pleasure.
And that was exactly what he was going to do with both of them before he let Seema use the tape. Abhi chuckled to himself with glee as worked his tongue against Seema’s and shot his wad deep into Aarti’s throat – boy, was he on a roll.
Aarti later on left for her home. She took the money from Abhi. Whenever she would visit the town she would come to Abhi and with his sales team would fuck her. That was the incentive given by Abhi to his team. Who ever did the best sales he would make her fuck him.
CONTINUED……
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