In the serene, tree-lined suburbs of Pune, where old bungalows hid behind high compound walls and bougainvillea crept over iron gates, Mahesh Sharma lived with his 22-year-old daughter, Bhavya. He had raised her alone after her mother left when Bhavya was barely three. Now, fresh out of college and staying home while she figured out her future, the house felt smaller, warmer, and far more dangerous than it ever had. Mahesh was 45, still powerfully built from years in the construction business. Salt-and-pepper hair, strong arms, and quiet confidence. Bhavya had grown into a breathtaking young woman — long, wavy auburn hair, bright green eyes she inherited from her mother, and a body that curved generously in all the right places. She moved around the house in tiny shorts and loose tank tops, completely at ease, unaware — or perhaps fully aware — of the effect she had on him. It began innocently. Late-night movies on the large sofa in the living room. Bhavya would curl into his side li...
Main Sneha, 28 saal ki. Main aur mera husband Arjun Gurgaon mein rehte hain. Arjun recently promotion ke baad bahut busy ho gaya tha. Ek din woh 3 din ke official trip pe Bangalore chala gaya. Main ghar se hi work from home kar rahi thi.
Dopahar ko around 2 baje Arjun ka Teams call aaya. Woh bola, “Sneha, yaar ek important file bhool gaya hoon drawing table pe. Boss ko aaj shaam tak chahiye. Tu jaldi se leke mere boss ke ghar drop kar sakti hai? Unka ghar tere office se sirf 15 minute drive pe hai Office ke pass mein.”
Main thodi si pareshan hui kyunki main sirf tight grey shorts aur black sports bra pehne thi (ghar pe comfortable rehne ke liye). Par socha quick drop kar dungi toh kya problem. Maine file uthayi aur car mein baith gayi.
Boss ka naam Karan tha – almost 48-49 saal ke, lambi height, sharp features, deep voice aur bahut confident personality. Company mein sab unko “Sir” kehte the aur unki reputation strict lekin charming ki thi.
Main unke modern 3BHK villa ke gate pe pahunchi. Jaise hi main darwaze pe file lekar khadi hui, darwaza khul gaya. Karan Sir bahar khade the, casual white polo shirt aur track pants mein. Unhone mujhe upar se neeche tak dekha aur muskurate hue bola,
“Arre Sneha! Thank you so much beta. Andar aa jaao, bahar mat khadi raho.”
Maine mana karna chaaha par unki awaaz aur confidence ke aage mana nahi ho paaya. Main andar chali gayi.
Unhone mujhe drawing room mein baithaya, AC on kiya aur ek glass mein cold nimbu paani diya. Baat cheet shuru hui. Woh poochne lage Arjun ke promotion ke baare mein, phir suddenly topic badal ke mujhpe aa gaya.
“Tumhari figure toh bahut hot hai Sneha. Itni tight aur curvy body… Arjun isko waste kar raha hai. Ek real man chahiye jo isko properly enjoy kare.”
Main shock ho gayi. Pehle toh kuch bol nahi paayi. Phir woh mere peeche aa gaye, mere baal side mein kiye aur dheere se meri neck pe kiss karne lage. Unki hot saansein meri skin pe pad rahi thi. Mere knees weak padne lage, dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha. Maine “Sir… please…” bola, par awaaz mein dum nahi tha.
Woh mujhe utha kar living room ke bade L-shaped sofa pe le gaye. Jaldi hi mera sports bra aur shorts dono utar chuke the. Main unke saamne ghutno pe baithi thi. Unhone apni track pants neeche ki – unka lund bahut mota, lamba aur fully hard tha. Main hairaan reh gayi. Maine apni jeebh se uske base se tip tak lick kiya, phir pura muh mein leke choosne lagi. Woh mere baal pakad kar dheere dheere muh chodne lage aur bol rahe the,
“Bahut achhi ladki ho tum… good girl… aur gehra lo.”
Phir unhone mujhe uthaya, apni god mein baitha liya aur dheere se apna mota lund meri wet chut mein ghusa diya. Main zor se moan kar uthi, “Ahhh Sir… bohot bada hai… dheere…”
Main unki god mein upar neeche bounce karne lagi. Unke haath meri gaand pe the – squeeze kar rahe the, thappad maar rahe the aur bol rahe the, “Kitni tight chut hai teri Sneha… meri chhoti si randi ban ja aaj.”
Agla 2 ghante unhone mujhe har position mein choda – doggy style pe sofa pe, missionary mein zameen pe carpet pe, aur end mein kitchen counter pe. Main kai baar jhad chuki thi. Last mein unhone mujhe muh mein liya aur itna zor se cum kiya ki mera gala bhar gaya, phir baaki ka andar meri pussy mein daal diya.
Jab main wapas ghar aayi, main thaki hui thi lekin andar se bahut satisfied. Maine shower kiya aur Arjun ko call karke bola ki file drop kar di.
Lekin yahan twist tha…
Shaam ko jab Arjun ne mujhe call kiya, toh usne casually poocha, “Boss ne file le li? Aur haan, unhone bataya ki next week se tumhe bhi unke team mein shift kar rahe hain as my assistant. Special request tha unka.”
Main stunned reh gayi. Ab samajh aaya ki yeh sirf ek “file drop” nahi tha. Karan Sir ne pehle se plan kar rakha tha. Ab har hafte office ke bahane unke ghar ya unke cabin mein milne ka silsila shuru ho gaya. Arjun ko kuch pata nahi chala, aur main bhi is naye “boss-subordinate” dynamic ko secretly enjoy kar rahi hoon.
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