Boss f****d Me 3 Times in Office

Shalini was alone on the 15th floor. It was 11 PM. The office was silent except for the hum of the AC. Cold air slipped inside her tight white blouse, making her n*****s hard and visible through the fabric. The door creaked open. Rahul Sir walked in — his black shirt half-unbuttoned, sweat glistening on his broad chest. His eyes locked on her cleavage. "Need the quarterly file now," he said, voice deep and commanding. Shalini stood up. Her pencil skirt rode up slightly, revealing her smooth thighs. She walked to the cabinet. Rahul followed. Suddenly, the lights flickered. The lift doors slammed shut behind them. Darkness. The emergency red light glowed faintly. "s**t… power cut," Shalini whispered. Rahul stepped closer. His hand brushed her waist. Electric. "Sir… this is wrong," she said, but her voice trembled with desire. He pushed her against the lift wall. His hot breath on her neck. "You’ve been teasing me for months with those tight skirts," he growled. One button… two… her blouse opened. Her black lace bra exposed. He cupped her 36D breasts, thumb circling her hard n*****s. Shalini moaned softly. Her panties were already soaked. His fingers slid under her skirt, tracing her wet slit through the fabric. "You're dripping for me," he said, slipping a finger inside. She gasped. Her legs shook. "Sir… someone might come…" "No one’s coming," he said, pulling her panties down to her knees. He lifted her leg, pressing his hard bulge against her. She felt his 8-inch c**k through his pants — thick, throbbing. The lift jolted. Lights came back. But Rahul didn’t stop. He unzipped himself. [LOCK CHAPTER HERE → PAID] Chapter 2: The Wild Night The lift doors opened on the 18th floor — the private suite. Rahul dragged Shalini inside, slamming the door. He threw her on the leather couch. "Strip. Now." Shalini obeyed. Blouse off. Bra off. Skirt down. She stood naked — shaved p***y glistening, n*****s hard. Rahul removed his shirt. Muscles rippled. Pants dropped. His 8-inch c**k stood rock hard, veins pulsing. He pushed her down. Spread her legs wide. First thrust — missionary. Deep. Hard. "Ahhh… Sir… you're so big!" she screamed. He pounded her. Couch creaking. Her boobs bounced with every thrust. He sucked one n****e, bit the other. After 10 minutes, he flipped her. Doggy style. Ass up. He slapped her ass red. "f**k me harder, boss!" she begged. He grabbed her hair, pulled back, and slammed in. Her p***y clenched around him. "I'm gonna c*m!" she cried. He didn’t stop. Faster. Deeper. Her orgasm hit — body shaking, juices flowing. Rahul pulled out. Flipped her again. "Open your mouth." She obeyed. He stroked his c**k. Hot c*m shot on her face, lips, tongue. She swallowed what she could. But he wasn’t done. Round 3 — on the office table. He bent her over the desk. Files scattered. He entered her ass this time — slow, then fast. "Take it all, slut," he growled. She screamed in pain and pleasure. Another creampie — deep in her ass. Morning came. Shalini lay exhausted, c*m leaking from both holes. Rahul zipped up. "Be here tomorrow. Same time." She smiled weakly. "Yes, Sir…" [TO BE CONTINUED…]