My name is Vikram. I am 28 years old and work as a team lead in a private IT company in Hyderabad. I have my own cabin on the 6th floor. My personal assistant is Neha. She is 31, married, and has been working with me for the last one and a half years.
Neha is fair with a soft glow on her skin. She has long black hair which she usually keeps in a neat bun or open waves. Her body is soft and full – heavy round breasts that look tight in her formal shirts, a slim waist, wide hips and a big, firm ass that moves when she walks in her pencil skirts. She wears light makeup and always smells of mild perfume. Every time she comes into my cabin to take files or dictate notes, I feel my cock get hard inside my trousers.
For a long time it was only office talk. “Vikram sir, yeh report ready hai.” “Neha, client call laga dena.” But the way she looked at me sometimes was different. The way her eyes went to my crotch when she thought I was busy on the laptop. The way she bent a little extra while placing files on my desk so that I could see deep cleavage.
One Friday evening most of the staff had left early. It was past 7:30. Only a few lights were on. Neha came into my cabin with the final reports. She was wearing a white formal shirt and a black pencil skirt. The top two buttons of her shirt were open. I could see the soft upper curve of her heavy breasts and a hint of her black bra.
“Sir, yeh last files hain. Main chalti hoon?” she asked.
I looked at her. “Neha, door band kar do. Baitho. Thoda baat karni hai.”
She closed the door and sat on the chair opposite me. I stood up and went to her side of the desk. She looked up at me. I could see her breathing a little faster.
“Neha… tu bahut sundar lag rahi hai aaj,” I said quietly.
She smiled a little shyly. “Sir… aap aise baat mat kijiye. Main shaadi-shuda hoon.”
I put my hand on her shoulder and slowly moved it down to her arm. “Main jaanta hoon. Par main rok nahi pa raha khud ko.”
She did not move away. I leaned down and kissed her. She opened her mouth after two seconds. The kiss became deep. Her soft lips and tongue moved against mine. I pulled her up from the chair and pressed her against the desk. Her heavy breasts crushed against my chest.
She broke the kiss and whispered, “Vikram… yeh galat hai. Office mein…”
“Tabhi toh maza hai,” I replied and kissed her again.
My hands went to her shirt. I opened the remaining buttons and pushed it off her shoulders. Her black bra was full and tight. I unhooked it from the back. Her heavy soft breasts spilled out. Dark nipples already hard. I leaned down and took one into my mouth. She moaned loudly and held my head. I sucked hard, then switched to the other side while my hand went under her skirt. She was wearing stockings. I pulled them down along with her panties. She was already wet.
I lifted her and made her sit on the edge of my desk. She spread her legs. I opened my trousers and pushed them down. My cock sprang out hard and thick. She looked at it and then wrapped her soft hand around it, stroking slowly.
“Itna hard… sir,” she said in a low voice.
I rubbed the head of my cock against her wet pussy and then pushed in slowly. She was tight. Her pussy gripped me as I went deeper until I was fully inside. She dug her nails into my shoulders and moaned.
I started fucking her with deep strokes right there on the desk. Her heavy breasts bounced with every thrust. I sucked them while pounding her. The desk shook a little. The wet sound of our bodies mixed with her soft moans.
After some time I pulled out and turned her around. She bent over the desk, her big ass pushed out towards me. I entered her from behind in one hard thrust. She cried out and gripped the edge of the desk. I held her hips and started fucking her harder. The sight of her big soft ass jiggling, her pussy stretched around my cock, made me lose control. I reached under and rubbed her clit. She came hard, her whole body shaking and her pussy clenching tightly around me.
I did not stop. I kept pounding her through the orgasm. When I felt myself close I pulled out, turned her around and pushed my cock into her mouth. She took it greedily, sucking and licking her own juices off my shaft. She went deep, gagged a little, pulled back and did it again. I held her hair and fucked her mouth until I was about to cum. Then I pulled out and pushed back inside her pussy. I thrust deep and came hard, filling her with thick hot cum.
We stayed like that for a minute, breathing heavily. Then she slowly stood up and started putting her clothes back on. Her face was flushed.
“Vikram… yeh sirf aaj ki baat thi. Kal se normal,” she said while buttoning her shirt.
I pulled her close and kissed her again. “Neha, ab normal nahi ho sakta.”
She did not reply. She just looked at me for a long moment and then left the cabin.
The next Monday she came into my cabin as usual with the morning files. She closed the door behind her, locked it, and without saying a word walked up to me, opened my trousers, and took my cock out. She went down on her knees and started sucking me right there. Soft, slow, deep. She looked up into my eyes while taking me deep into her throat. I held her hair and fucked her mouth until I came. She swallowed everything and then stood up, wiped her lips, and said, “Sir, ab report check kar lijiye.”
That became our routine. Whenever the office was empty or late in the evening, she would come to my cabin. Sometimes I fucked her on the desk. Sometimes against the glass wall with the blinds closed. Sometimes she sat on my chair and rode me while I sucked her heavy breasts.
One evening she came wearing a tight red shirt and black skirt. She locked the door, removed her panties, and climbed on my lap facing me. She opened my trousers, pulled my cock out, and slowly sat down on it. She rode me slowly at first, her heavy breasts moving in front of my face. I opened her shirt and sucked her nipples while she moved. Then she increased the speed. The wet sound of her pussy sliding up and down my cock filled the cabin. She came hard, biting her lip to stay quiet. I held her hips and thrust up, filling her again.
Another night I made her bend over the conference table in the small meeting room. I fucked her hard from behind while spanking her ass lightly. She came twice before I filled her.
Now it has been four months. Her husband still does not know. Every time she walks into my cabin in front of other staff and says “Vikram sir, yeh file sign kar dena,” my cock gets hard remembering how she looks when she is bent over my desk with my cock deep inside her.
Last Friday she stayed back after everyone left. She locked the cabin, removed all her clothes, and lay down on my desk completely naked. She spread her legs and said, “Aaj jo marzi karo. Time hai.”
I spent the next two hours doing exactly that. I licked her pussy until she came on my tongue. I fucked her in missionary, doggy, and with her legs on my shoulders. I came inside her twice and once in her mouth. When she finally got dressed her legs were slightly shaking and there was a satisfied smile on her face.
Neha is still my PA. She still calls me “sir” in front of everyone. But every time she bends to place a file on my desk and her shirt opens a little, I know that later that same evening her tight married pussy will be wrapped around my cock again.
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Neha is fair with a soft glow on her skin. She has long black hair which she usually keeps in a neat bun or open waves. Her body is soft and full – heavy round breasts that look tight in her formal shirts, a slim waist, wide hips and a big, firm ass that moves when she walks in her pencil skirts. She wears light makeup and always smells of mild perfume. Every time she comes into my cabin to take files or dictate notes, I feel my cock get hard inside my trousers.
For a long time it was only office talk. “Vikram sir, yeh report ready hai.” “Neha, client call laga dena.” But the way she looked at me sometimes was different. The way her eyes went to my crotch when she thought I was busy on the laptop. The way she bent a little extra while placing files on my desk so that I could see deep cleavage.
One Friday evening most of the staff had left early. It was past 7:30. Only a few lights were on. Neha came into my cabin with the final reports. She was wearing a white formal shirt and a black pencil skirt. The top two buttons of her shirt were open. I could see the soft upper curve of her heavy breasts and a hint of her black bra.
“Sir, yeh last files hain. Main chalti hoon?” she asked.
I looked at her. “Neha, door band kar do. Baitho. Thoda baat karni hai.”
She closed the door and sat on the chair opposite me. I stood up and went to her side of the desk. She looked up at me. I could see her breathing a little faster.
“Neha… tu bahut sundar lag rahi hai aaj,” I said quietly.
She smiled a little shyly. “Sir… aap aise baat mat kijiye. Main shaadi-shuda hoon.”
I put my hand on her shoulder and slowly moved it down to her arm. “Main jaanta hoon. Par main rok nahi pa raha khud ko.”
She did not move away. I leaned down and kissed her. She opened her mouth after two seconds. The kiss became deep. Her soft lips and tongue moved against mine. I pulled her up from the chair and pressed her against the desk. Her heavy breasts crushed against my chest.
She broke the kiss and whispered, “Vikram… yeh galat hai. Office mein…”
“Tabhi toh maza hai,” I replied and kissed her again.
My hands went to her shirt. I opened the remaining buttons and pushed it off her shoulders. Her black bra was full and tight. I unhooked it from the back. Her heavy soft breasts spilled out. Dark nipples already hard. I leaned down and took one into my mouth. She moaned loudly and held my head. I sucked hard, then switched to the other side while my hand went under her skirt. She was wearing stockings. I pulled them down along with her panties. She was already wet.
I lifted her and made her sit on the edge of my desk. She spread her legs. I opened my trousers and pushed them down. My cock sprang out hard and thick. She looked at it and then wrapped her soft hand around it, stroking slowly.
“Itna hard… sir,” she said in a low voice.
I rubbed the head of my cock against her wet pussy and then pushed in slowly. She was tight. Her pussy gripped me as I went deeper until I was fully inside. She dug her nails into my shoulders and moaned.
I started fucking her with deep strokes right there on the desk. Her heavy breasts bounced with every thrust. I sucked them while pounding her. The desk shook a little. The wet sound of our bodies mixed with her soft moans.
After some time I pulled out and turned her around. She bent over the desk, her big ass pushed out towards me. I entered her from behind in one hard thrust. She cried out and gripped the edge of the desk. I held her hips and started fucking her harder. The sight of her big soft ass jiggling, her pussy stretched around my cock, made me lose control. I reached under and rubbed her clit. She came hard, her whole body shaking and her pussy clenching tightly around me.
I did not stop. I kept pounding her through the orgasm. When I felt myself close I pulled out, turned her around and pushed my cock into her mouth. She took it greedily, sucking and licking her own juices off my shaft. She went deep, gagged a little, pulled back and did it again. I held her hair and fucked her mouth until I was about to cum. Then I pulled out and pushed back inside her pussy. I thrust deep and came hard, filling her with thick hot cum.
We stayed like that for a minute, breathing heavily. Then she slowly stood up and started putting her clothes back on. Her face was flushed.
“Vikram… yeh sirf aaj ki baat thi. Kal se normal,” she said while buttoning her shirt.
I pulled her close and kissed her again. “Neha, ab normal nahi ho sakta.”
She did not reply. She just looked at me for a long moment and then left the cabin.
The next Monday she came into my cabin as usual with the morning files. She closed the door behind her, locked it, and without saying a word walked up to me, opened my trousers, and took my cock out. She went down on her knees and started sucking me right there. Soft, slow, deep. She looked up into my eyes while taking me deep into her throat. I held her hair and fucked her mouth until I came. She swallowed everything and then stood up, wiped her lips, and said, “Sir, ab report check kar lijiye.”
That became our routine. Whenever the office was empty or late in the evening, she would come to my cabin. Sometimes I fucked her on the desk. Sometimes against the glass wall with the blinds closed. Sometimes she sat on my chair and rode me while I sucked her heavy breasts.
One evening she came wearing a tight red shirt and black skirt. She locked the door, removed her panties, and climbed on my lap facing me. She opened my trousers, pulled my cock out, and slowly sat down on it. She rode me slowly at first, her heavy breasts moving in front of my face. I opened her shirt and sucked her nipples while she moved. Then she increased the speed. The wet sound of her pussy sliding up and down my cock filled the cabin. She came hard, biting her lip to stay quiet. I held her hips and thrust up, filling her again.
Another night I made her bend over the conference table in the small meeting room. I fucked her hard from behind while spanking her ass lightly. She came twice before I filled her.
Now it has been four months. Her husband still does not know. Every time she walks into my cabin in front of other staff and says “Vikram sir, yeh file sign kar dena,” my cock gets hard remembering how she looks when she is bent over my desk with my cock deep inside her.
Last Friday she stayed back after everyone left. She locked the cabin, removed all her clothes, and lay down on my desk completely naked. She spread her legs and said, “Aaj jo marzi karo. Time hai.”
I spent the next two hours doing exactly that. I licked her pussy until she came on my tongue. I fucked her in missionary, doggy, and with her legs on my shoulders. I came inside her twice and once in her mouth. When she finally got dressed her legs were slightly shaking and there was a satisfied smile on her face.
Neha is still my PA. She still calls me “sir” in front of everyone. But every time she bends to place a file on my desk and her shirt opens a little, I know that later that same evening her tight married pussy will be wrapped around my cock again.
If you liked this hot married office secretary chudai story, leave a comment. Tell me what you want next – more details of a particular evening or what happened when a colleague almost walked in. I will write it.