My name is Neha, a 27-year-old marketing executive working in a big firm in Delhi. I’ve been eyeing a promotion for months, and my boss, Vikram, a 38-year-old ruggedly handsome man with a chiseled jaw and piercing eyes, knew it. Vikram is the kind of guy who commands attention—tall, muscular, and confident. I’m no slouch either—34D breasts, a curvy waist, and an ass that turns heads in my tight office skirts. Last night, he took me to a hotel under the pretense of a “business meeting,” but it ended with him fucking me senseless for that promotion.
It was Friday evening when Vikram called me into his office. “Neha, I’ve got a proposal for you. Meet me at the Radisson Hotel at 8 PM. We’ll discuss your promotion over dinner,” he said, his voice smooth but with a hint of something darker. I nodded, my heart racing. I’d heard rumors about Vikram’s “methods,” but I wanted that promotion bad. I went home, slipped into a tight black dress that hugged my breasts and showed off my ass, and headed to the hotel.
When I arrived, Vikram was waiting in the lobby, dressed in a sharp suit, his eyes raking over me. “You look stunning, Neha,” he said, his gaze lingering on my cleavage. We skipped dinner and went straight to his suite. The room was lavish—dim lights, a king-sized bed, and a bottle of champagne on ice. “Let’s talk business,” he said, pouring me a glass. I took a sip, feeling the buzz, when he moved closer, his hand brushing my thigh. “You want that promotion, don’t you?” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. My body tingled, and I nodded, unable to speak.
He didn’t waste time. His hand slid up my dress, cupping my breast through the fabric. “Vikram, what are you doing?” I gasped, but my voice betrayed my arousal. “Giving you what you want, Neha,” he growled, pulling my dress down. My breasts spilled out, full and heavy, my nipples already hard. He took one in his mouth, sucking it greedily, his tongue flicking over the nipple. “Oh fuck, Vikram, suck it!” I moaned, my hands grabbing his hair. He sucked harder, biting lightly, while his other hand squeezed my second breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. My pussy was already wet, soaking through my panties.
He pushed me onto the bed, hiking my dress up to my waist. “Let’s see how bad you want this promotion,” he said, ripping my panties off. My pussy was exposed—pink, wet, and throbbing for him. “Fuck, Neha, your pussy is perfect,” he said, spreading my legs wide. He dove in, his tongue licking my pussy lips before plunging inside. “Oh god, Vikram, eat me!” I screamed, my hips bucking against his face. He sucked my clit, his tongue swirling, driving me wild. “Fuck, lick my pussy, make me cum!” I begged, my hands clutching the sheets. His fingers joined in, sliding into my pussy, pumping fast while he sucked my clit. My pussy juices flowed, and he lapped them up, his groans vibrating against me.
“Neha, I want you to suck me now,” he said, standing up and unbuckling his pants. His cock sprang free—9 inches long, thick, and veined, dripping with precum. “Holy shit, Vikram, it’s huge!” I gasped, my mouth watering. “Suck it, and that promotion’s yours,” he smirked, guiding my head to his cock. I wrapped my lips around it, sucking the tip, tasting his salty precum. “Oh fuck, Neha, suck my cock!” he groaned, thrusting into my mouth. I took him deeper, my tongue swirling around his shaft, my hands stroking what I couldn’t fit. He grabbed my hair, fucking my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat. “You’re so good at this, Neha,” he moaned, and I gagged, drool dripping down my chin, loving every second.
After a few minutes of sucking, he pulled me up and flipped me onto my back. “Time to earn that promotion, Neha,” he said, positioning his cock at my pussy. “Fuck me, Vikram, give it to me!” I pleaded, spreading my legs. He thrust in hard, his cock stretching my pussy wide. “Oh fuck, Vikram, it’s so big!” I screamed, feeling him fill me completely. He started fucking me, his hands gripping my breasts, squeezing them as he pounded me. “Take it, Neha, you want this job, don’t you?” he growled, his thrusts relentless. My breasts bounced with every slam, my pussy clenching around his cock. “Fuck me harder, Vikram, fuck my pussy!” I cried, my body shaking with pleasure.
He flipped me over onto my knees. “Now your ass, Neha,” he said, spreading my cheeks. “No, Vikram, not my ass, it’ll hurt!” I protested, but he spat on my asshole, rubbing it with his thumb. “Relax, it’s part of the deal,” he said, pressing his cock against my tight hole. He pushed in slowly, my ass resisting, then giving way. “Oh fuck, Vikram, my ass, your cock!” I screamed, pain mixing with pleasure as he slid deeper. He started fucking my ass, his hands gripping my hips, his cock stretching me wide. “Fuck, Neha, your ass is so tight!” he groaned, pounding me harder. “Fuck my ass, Vikram, make me yours!” I moaned, my pussy dripping onto the bed. The sensation was intense, my ass burning and loving it at the same time.
After fucking my ass for a while, he pulled out and flipped me back over. “I’m gonna cum in your pussy, Neha, seal the deal,” he said, slamming his cock back into my pussy. He fucked me fast, his thrusts deep and brutal, my breasts jiggling wildly. “Fuck me, Vikram, cum in me!” I begged, my nails digging into his back. “Here it comes, Neha,” he roared, and his cock pulsed, shooting hot cum deep into my pussy. “Oh fuck, Vikram, I’m cumming too!” I screamed, my pussy clamping down on him, my orgasm ripping through me. His cum filled me, mixing with my juices, dripping out as we collapsed on the bed.
He lay beside me, catching his breath. “Congratulations, Neha, the promotion’s yours,” he smirked, his hand resting on my breast. I grinned, still buzzing from the fucking. “Thanks, boss. Worth every second,” I said, feeling his cum leak out of me. The next day at work, he handed me the promotion letter, winking as he said, “Next time, we’ll celebrate your raise.” I knew I’d be back in that hotel room, ready for more.