Neha, the office bitch

Amit got up from his chair and walked around her, taking in all the sights her body had to offer which was more then what he could handle. He had a huge bulge in his pants, just below his potbelly. Neha feared what he was going to do with it. He got behind her and stared for a long time at her huge round ass. They looked like two volleyballs attached to each other. Making his first move he gave her a light tap on the ass and watched it jiggle through her paavada. Drops of sweat trickled down her back, getting stuck in the deep creases. Amit rested his body on her back, his rock hard cock rubbing against her ample mounds. He kissed her neck and smelled her hair, his hand massaging her tummy.

Neha closed her eyes and let him have his way with her. Her tears fell on the table as she thought of her husband.

“Oh Neha. You don’t have any idea how much I loved you.” he said as he hugged her from behind, his hands around her slowly stiffening chest. Now matter how much she hated this, it was difficult not to be aroused. She hadn’t had sex in a long while.

“If not for your idiot husband, we would have been together now. I wanted you.” He kissed the nape of her neck which made her legs tremble. “Everything I did was with the single intention of impressing you. But I was nothing more than a friend to you. After all that I did.” He held on tight to her breasts now, feeling their girth and pinching her hard nipples through the blouse. “Hmm…you’re enjoying this too I see.”

Amit turned her around roughly and gave her a tight slap on her face. She reeled back from the powerful blow, stunned.

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“That’s for rejecting me all those years ago. Now get up slut.”

She looked at him in shock, now feeling a bit frightened. She wiped her tears and got back to her earlier position, her back towards him, her arms clutching tightly the edges of the table. Amit threw her long hair to her front and pulled up her paavada over her waist. ‘What an ass’ . Amit beheld the most beautiful sight he had ever seen in his life. Her round white globes shone like pearls in the bright yellow hue of the room. Her satin red panty was stuck in her deep asscrack. Wasting no time, he quickly unbuckled his belt.

Neha heard the clinking sound his belt buckle made. She understood that he was taking his pants off to fuck her right there. This was it. The moment she dreaded. Her train of thought was stopped abruptly when a loud blunt strike caused her to scream in pain. She craned around to look at Amit, her mouth wide open in pain. It was the belt, he whipped her ass with his belt.

“How’s that bitch?”

He struck her again and again and again. Each time her ass rippled like the waves of a river. “AAAAH… AAAH… STOP! PLEASE…”

The pain was too much for Neha to bear. Tears were flowing down her cheek, ruining her makeup. “That’s right slut. SCREAM…SCREAM. No one’s gonna hear you. Scream for your master. You are going to remember him everytime you sit your fat ass down. Now ask for more…ask for more slut.”

Her ass was getting redder and redder after each strike. It even swelled up a bit… but still… she yelled… “MORE…I want more master.”

After about a dozen lashes, he stopped. He stood and stared at his slave’s bright red buns which were once golden. Neha stood there crying but still compliant. Her blouse was wet with sweat especially around the armpits. Sweat and tears dripped down her beautiful face. “Very well done. You’re a good slut.” He licked his index finger and poked her ass with it. Neha closed her eyes and responded with a soft moan.

“You liked it… didn’t you. Oh yeah… we’re gonna have some fun tod…” Suddenly, the phone on his table rang. Amit prayed that it was not someone important. He picked it up. “Hello? Yes… Oh… Ok, I’ll be there as soon as I can sir.” He hung up and looked at his watch. “DAMN!” Neha’s eye’s lit up. “Damn that bastard. FUCK!”

He turned over to look at his slave. “We don’t have a lot of time. I have to leave soon.” Looking at her, he quickly removed his pants. His massive bulge in his blue briefs were covered partially by his potbelly. “But I’m not going to let you go that easy. You ain’t leaving till I cum.”

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He went behind her and with his surprisingly powerful arms, he tore off her blouse with ease. Neha jolted backwards from the force; she wore an ordinary black bra inside. Her torn blouse clung to her shoulders. In one swift motion, he pulled down her paavada exposing her long fleshy legs. He took out his dick and started rubbing it on her pussy through the material of her panty. Neha felt shivers run through her entire body. Something she hasn’t felt in a long time. But still she acted impervious to his teasings. Amit watched as his precum stained her red panty. He couldn’t control himself any longer. For almost twenty years he dreamed of nothing but this. He moved the panty aside and pushed his cock in hard, thrusting it as deep as he could. ‘Damn she’s tight.’