Passion and Promotions Ch. 01

"Harshita, Harshita, Harshita," said Raghavan, in his most oily voice yet. "When will you learn that hard work alone is not enough? Ambition demands that you go that extra mile."

His fingers tapped a mesmerizing tune on the brilliantly polished teakwood table.

"You know what they say – 'If u keep doing what you've always done you will simply end up with what you always got.' "

Harshita looked at her reflection on the teakwood table, it might have just been distortion but she looked absolutely forlorn.

And she knew her boss was right. The other girls had made fleeting strides simply because they were willing to spread their legs more easily then her. Even though a few were, like her extremely married.

"However," Raghavan's duplicitous voice continued, "I am more than willing to give you a few concessions."

Harshita shuddered internally at what the term 'concessions' actually meant. Somehow Ragahavan's choice of words, meant to make her feel better, made the situation all the more sinister.

At this juncture Harshita pondered her plight. A hard working middle class girl, she had dreams of one day climbing to the top. But how badly did she want it? Happily married, she was no slattern. Her upbringing would never allow her to stoop to such lows.

And yet.

Rushika's words rang in her mind with near apoplectic finality– 'Its all about the sex you know; its like anything new, difficult at first, but gets easier once you keep doing it. Can't say it doesn't have its perks. Good boss Raghavan is well endowed and has garnered enough experience by now to entertain even the lowliest of libidos.'

She had blushed when Rushika had said this; gotten angry even at the barbed comments made at her lack of sexual experience. More was the pity. Confiding unwittingly in the adroit Rushika had been a mistake. She had poked fun at Nirant (her husband), calling him a 'limp dick'.

Harshita's rage had boiled out in steamy fumes. "It's not his fault," she had spluttered

"He was a virgin when we got married. How could he have any sexual experience? "

"Perhaps," continued Rushika "but he has not improved since has he? A man must always strive to adequately pleasure his wife. "

"Oh," said Harshita rising to the bait "and how is he supposed to do that without cheating on me? Pray do tell."

"You people with so called morals, you always complain about things you can't have." finished Rushika with a cruel laugh.

"I am no slut." said Harshita storming away.

Pretty flexuous and comely Rushika was the star of the show. She always got the important clients. All the inevitably easy deals found their way into her lap (and some whispered that other things did as well!). Harshita was surprised when Rushika wanted to take her under her wing. Two women had never been more opposite. But at that point she wanted an edge, and friendship with the star had been the way forward.

There were other women like Rushika in the office; women who breezed through their promotions seemingly on a whim. Harshita had never been able to figure out how. She had sweated, she had slaved, but her salary had remained the same.

Enter Rushika: brash and bold, she had confided things with Harshita, that would have made a hardened prostitute blush. And Harshita had confided things with her- her unhappy sex life, her inexperienced husband, and her sexual fantasies.

Rushika had finally told her the secret of success, in their office. Sex! One had to simply give themselves up to their bosses, and see their career dramatically sky rocket. Harshita had been aghast and unwilling.

Rushika had considered this weakness on her part and scorned Harshita. She had jibed, sneered, insulted and looked down on Harshita, to the point that she had found herself seated in Ragahavan's plush office suite, demanding a promotion.

Harshita was displaced from her reverie of deep introspection, by a sudden rustle of movement. Raghavan had removed his person from his posh leather seat and seated himself on the desk in front of Harshita.

She could smell his Patchouli cologne, and his confidence.

"Rushika must have schooled you by now, in the uhm, ways of our office, yes?"

"How can you people do this?" she stammered.

"Because we can." said Ragahavan softly. Smelling a general sense of weakness and hopelessness, the boss made his move. Veteran of a million illicit trysts he had become a master at such manipulation.

His hands gently stroked the back of Harshita's head ruffling her hair.

"But I am married!" said Harshita, tears stinging her eyes.

"Which is why I promised you a concession." said Raghavan agreeably.

Firmly but gently Ragahavan's strong hands pressed her face down to his crotch. It was easy considering he was seated on his desk and she on her chair.

He met with some initial resistance, but nothing he could not overwhelm. The wench wanted a promotion bad and by god he was going to make her earn it.

As her face buried itself in the seat of his pants, he moaned softly to himself. He applied a little forcible pressure on the back of her head, so that her nose pressed against his organ.

When he felt himself erecting slightly, he released her. Tears stained her face, but shame shrouded her countenance. Shame, that she was willing to do this. Shame, that she would do this to her husband.

Harshita could not believe what was happening. It was as if she was in some alternate nightmare of a universe. There was a sudden purring sound and she saw to her horror that Raghavan was undoing his zipper. His hands deftly maneuvered and she saw something poking out towards her from his crotch.

Whatever her arguments at that point she was stopped short. Rushika had not lied. Even semi erect Raghavan's cock dwarfed her husband's four to one.

"Go on," said Raghavan gesturing towards his manhood.

Before she knew it (willing or unwillingly) Harshita's hands had wrapped themselves around Raghavan's meaty monster. At her touch Raghavan cock twitched and started growing in size. Harshita watched fascinated as the already large penis doubled in size. Clueless as to what to do next, her hands stroked the undersurface of the member with her right hand and the upper part with her left. She palmed the cock with both her hands making a rough impression of a cock-meat sandwich. She stroked from head to shaft to balls, and was rewarded for her efforts with a further increase in size.

If she had started out with a root, she now held a tree trunk in her hands. The gargantuan organ pulsated and throbbed with a life of its own. Veins popped out of nowhere and pulsed; pumping more and more blood, feeding the massive member.

Knowing that he was fully erect now, Raghavan got to his feet. The unexpected forward motion caused the cock head to smack sharply against the side of Harshita's face. She recoiled, scared and bewildered. Again Raghavan directed his cock towards her face and again she shrank back.

"What are you doing?" asked Raghavan irritation smudging his early smooth behavior.

"I though I was giving you a hand job so I...."

"What?" roared Raghavan.

"You said you were giving me a concession, so....."

" By 'concession', you prickly little cunt; I meant I would not be fucking you in that tight pussy. That's what I meant. Now do you want that promotion or no?"

"Please..." begged Harshita, "I have never given a blow-job to anyone not even my husband. I ...I don't know how."

"A golden opportunity to learn presents itself," said Ragahavan evenly, a semblance of his former nonchalance returning.

"Its just that I...." began Harshita, Raghavan cut her off.

Raghavan grabbed her head roughly and shoved his erection into Harshita's face in an open display of lechery. As she struggled, he grabbed her by the hair and pinched her nostrils, using his fingers in a pincer like motion. Soon Harshita could not breathe through her nose and was forced to open her mouth a little. Ever the sexual opportunist Raghavan shoved his cock against her lips, somehow managing to pry open her mouth and slipped in a bit of his member.

Unwillingly Harshita found her self allowing more of his firmness into her mouth. When she started gagging he retracted his member a bit. She was given just a breather before he plunged his cock back into her mouth.

The shame of being defiled like this was taking its toll on Harshita. Tears were streaming down her face. Yet a nagging part of her mind was asking her an annoying question. If this was so wrong why was it starting to feel good?

There was Raghavan obviously a pro at this guiding his member in and out of her mouth in whatever direction he willed. He was enjoying burying his cock sideways and she could feel the bulge of the cock first against her right cheek and then against her left. Sometimes he would thrust in the middle of her mouth; the soft tissues of her throat, fighting a losing battle against the man meat battering ram.

"You may start to like it!" Rushika's haunting words about Raghavan's manhood started floating their way around her brain.

Giving herself up was easier than fighting this. A pathetic picture of her husband's puny penis came unbidden into her mind; his unsuccessful stabs at inducing an orgasm, Rushika laughing in the background.

Worse, her husband Nirant, berating her for her lack of progress in her work! The nerve of him! Did the fool know what was at stake?

She had had enough.

Fuck it.

Raghavan jerked back as he suddenly felt a change in her movements. Her tongue started slurping juicily on his boner, her teeth nibbling away softly at his head and at his shaft.

He no longer needed to grip her hair in a vice like grip; the woman had started to suckle on his manhood, like a newborn at a teat. Their movements became more coordinated. He gently rubbed his hands on her breasts which were heaving and jiggling. He fucked her mouth with a regularity and rhythm that would have done Michael Jackson proud.

Groping her breasts he moaned, thrusting wildly and without control deep into the confines of Harshita's throat. Her tonsils protested against the weight of the overpowering cock.

So reckless was he that his cock head was now firmly embedded in Harshita's gullet, choking off her air supply. She started gagging uncontrollably, her mouth and throat filled to their brim with Raghavan's raging monster. Her face was turning red as a beetroot, but Raghavan did not seem to notice or rather he did not care.

Things would have ended badly for Harshita, but luckily Raghavan was so far gone that with a momentous groan his penis disgorged its load deep into Harshita's throat.

As he orgasmed into her mouth, his penis spasmed wildly; he held onto her for dear life, his hands shaking her head like a rag doll.

The movement of his cock and her head allowed some air into her passage, which she gulped down hungrily; her lungs screaming at their insult.

But her reprieve was only temporary, as thick viscous gobs of sperm shot out from the spout lodging in her throat. Harshita gagged and choked but was some able to swallow the thick wads of cum. Just as she was getting relieved, Ragahavan moaned and released another bout of sperm. He kept on orgasming and fucking her mouth with intense abandon, till his cock grew soft in her mouth and he was simply just pounding her face with his pubis.

He hugged her face to his naked lower half; burying her in his pubic hair and shuddered and sighed till the high of his orgasm left him, the endorphins slowly thinning away in his blood stream.

He stood back and regarded his work; strong work that it was.

Her face was red with exertion, stained both by tears and by semen; bits of his pubic hair curling comfortably on her nose and lips.

But SHE had enjoyed it towards the end.

Smiling, he gently pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply enjoying the taste of his semen in her mouth. She did not pull away from his kiss.

Whether she knew it or not she was his.

Still kissing her, his eyes fell upon the camera hidden in the tapestry on the far wall. The live feed would be relayed to his laptop and he would enjoy the scene later in the comforts of his penthouse. These days it was never too cheap to be careful, and he had done worse than oral intercourse within those four walls. He hoped his misdeeds would never see the light of a courtroom.

The recordings also had a secondary function. They would serve to gently persuade reluctant wives to couple with him, even after they were served their promotions.

Rushika had helpfully neglected to mention this to Harshita for which he was eternally grateful.

He knew he would enjoy fucking the shit out of that tight under-used pussy.