Fantasies of Chan

My name is Chan. This is my first story on ISS; all the events are fantasies I hope will one day become reality.

Despite my shyness and introverted nature, I have a bad habit of watching porn, which I’ve been unable to overcome. I particularly enjoy staged porn, such as pure taboo scenes.

If I were to manage a 20-person company with 8 female employees in the future, I wonder if I could introduce each of them individually.

Let me start with Pooja, my assistant, who is 24 years old with a beautiful body and a pleasant face. While not exotic, she is fair, bold, and I believe she has a submissive nature.

The second is Anuska, our HR representative, who is 38 and the mother of two daughters, yet she has the body of a perfect MILF.

Third, there’s Ramya, 35, who may not be as beautiful as Anuska but is a social magnet, making everyone around her feel comfortable.

Fourth, we have Ambika, 29, who is recently married and has a charming, beautiful smile and a great figure; she works in finance.

Fifth, there’s Maanikya, 27, who has a great structure and an innocent face, often wearing glasses. Sixth, we have Yamuna, 32, who is unmarried and has a kind of housewife vibe, with great tits and an ass that instinctively draws seduction. Then, there are two interns, Ashika and Pragya, who are fresh out of college, very beautiful, and enthusiastic, with great boobs and tight asses.

I am 32, unmarried, six feet tall, and have a medium build. The story revolves around my internal conflict: forcing a woman into sex is morally and ethically wrong, and I shouldn’t have sexual relationships with multiple women. What if the story gets out, and I become a social outcast? How can I show my face to my family, who thought of me as innocent, very kind, and harmless? I also fear criminality, such as facing the police and even court.

I intend to turn this into a series where I either have sex with all of them or not. Who will win in the end: my morality (perhaps in the conservative society’s view) or my lust?

Let me tell you about my first day as a manager; meeting the team was a joyous occasion. After the initial formalities, which continued for fifteen days, I was quiet with my team, but after two or three months, I gradually became more open and communicative.

I am the kind of person who can say my knowledge is a mile wide but an inch deep, so I appear intelligent. However, if you ask me more than two questions on many topics, I look dumb or like a pretender. Since I talk less, I hide it well, but in areas where I have hands-on experience, I am very knowledgeable.

Every team member thought I was kind and humble, a good human being. With the female members, I kept topics within work; sometimes, they would tease me about girlfriends, and I would say I didn’t have any. They would say I was lying, and that was about it. The initial project we were working on was very easy, with very few busy days, so there was no tension in the office; it was jovial.

One good or bad habit of mine is that if someone asks for money and I have it, I will give it to them. This habit has helped me with my fantasies, so I consider it good. Slowly, I started noticing how my female teammates looked, dressed, and their physical structure; mostly focusing on their boobs and ass, and my favorite, the navel and waist region.

Occasionally and unintentionally, my elbows would touch their boobs, and my bad habit caught up with me; I started having fantasies about my teammates. I imagined having sex in the office with every team member, getting blowjobs whenever I wanted, groping them in lifts, and in awkward situations like team lunches, fucking them one by one, spanking them, fingering them, etc. I thought all these could be fantasies and would never become real, but things are about to change, aren’t they?

Later, all this changed when we started working on a new project with a lot of working hours. Frustration grew, and my sexual frustration also built up within me without any release. I was dreaming every day about fucking my teammates and releasing my sexual tension while watching porn.

During this time, my assistant Pooja gave me a headache with her mistakes in the office, like drafting the wrong email and sending it to the wrong person. She was out of sorts. So, I called her to my office, warned her about the mistake, and threatened to terminate her if it continued. She apologized and assured me this would not be repeated. After that, to change the mood and calm the tension, we talked about office gossip, and then she left my office with a smile.

All this time, my mind was in dirty mode, looking at her boobs and imagining fucking her on the desk, spanking her for her mistakes. For the first time, I fully scanned her body; she was wearing a saree, her face was very pretty, her eyes were seductively hot, she had beautiful lips, and I was kind of mesmerized. Then I looked at her perky boobs; they were round and firm but more than a handful.

Then I looked at her navel, which was visible from time to time, a weakness of mine. Her waist was not zero-sized but not fat either; it was kind of hot. While walking out, I was looking forward to seeing her ass. After watching her tight ass, my mind was like, “Fuck her at any cost… fuck morality, fuck ethics… just have her for a day.”

I got out of the office, thinking of ways to fuck her. Later that night, I thought, “Let her do difficult work so she makes mistakes, then take advantage of her.” Thinking that, I slept.

The next day, I woke up and went to take a shower. There, I was thinking that all my thoughts about Pooja were wrong; let me be good with her. Forcing another human being for your lust is just outright wrong. So, I finished my shower, got ready for the office, hoping to get that energetic smile from Pooja, which was just refreshing.

In another part of my mind, I was thinking Pooja should fall in love with me and submit her body willingly. I can’t always be a villain. I thought, “Why am I thinking like everything will fall into place without any work? Why can’t I fall in love with someone and be with her for the rest of our lives?”

Just after that, I thought, “Fuck about the word.” I have to have all the beautiful girls in the world at my feet, dancing to my tunes, and even fuck all the girls hardcore. I always live in this constant dilemma.

I got into the office, and my colleagues wished me well. I came to the entrance of my office chamber, and there she was, Pooja, just beautiful in her jeans and t-shirt, looking like a sex goddess. She wished me, but I was in fantasy land. And at that moment, I was like, “That’s it; let me move with my plan.” (lust 1 – 0 morality)

I came to my senses, wished her, and called her to come inside to discuss some things. I went inside, got comfortable, and then Pooja came in and took her seat. I said, “Since the project is difficult, I am preparing a new timeline, and I need data to get the timeline right.” I explained the tasks to her and also mailed her a list of tasks so she could keep track. She said, “Okay” and went to her desk.

I was involved in my tasks and was busy. Later, at lunch, she came to my chamber and said, “Let’s go to lunch.” I washed my hands and joined her at lunch. We talked about some things like office work, pulling the legs of colleagues; it was kind of refreshing. I finished my lunch, and at last, I asked Pooja how the tasks were going. She said she was making progress, and then I got back to my cabin.

I finished the rest of the work and then looked at the clock; it was 4 o’clock. I called Pooja to discuss the tasks and their progress. She came nervously and sat on the chair. I asked about the tasks, and she said she was still working on them. I said, “Okay, show me.” And she presented her work. Initially, it was impressive. But later, it was getting sloppy, with a lot of missing information and detail.

I asked about them, and she started to get sad and said she didn’t know what to do after some initial thoughts. I said if she had any doubts, she should have come to me. She apologized, but I knew this may not be the best time for her to do my will. I raised my voice and said, “Yesterday only, we discussed your work getting sloppy over a few months. I will mail your shortcomings to HR, and you will have to face the consequences.”

She started crying at the moment, and I thought about warning her about her home and asked her to come to the office early and finish the tasks. But no, lust had already taken over me. I started drafting a mail on my PC. But she got up and came to me, held my hand, and said, “Give me a last chance; I will finish my work and go home in the morning; it will be on your desk.” I said, “No, I want it today only; I am already on a deadline, and my head is also on the chopping block.”

Then again, I started typing the mail, and she begged me not to type while crying. Then she said, “I know you have had eyes on me for the past few weeks; please give me a chance, and you can use me any way you want.” I was shocked to hear that and thought, “She was beautiful and could get another job easily; why was she begging? Was she playing me to complain to HR?” The next second, the devil in me told me that if she was playing me, the worst-case scenario would be that they would terminate me, but I could at least live my fantasy (at the moment, I didn’t think about legal action, so lust 2 – 0 morality).

I said, “Okay, come to my cabin after everyone leaves, and come crawling near me as a punishment.” I know she is submissive, and if she complains to HR, I have a defense, saying, “I was drafting an email to management, but she said to give her a last chance…” But now I’m creating a story that gave me confidence.

I was waiting for Pooja to crawl towards me, and the moment came at 6. She came on all fours near my crotch; the picture is still imprinted on my mind. I just caressed her face and pinched her lips, put my thumb in her mouth, and made her suck. Then, again, I caressed her lips.

Then I opened my pant and released my penis on her face; she was just bewildered, seeing my penis, which is 6 inches long and medium in girth. I just caressed my penis on her face, then placed it near her face, and asked her to kiss. She kissed it shyly, then turned her head away and coughed. I just grabbed her hair and twisted it to face me, then inserted my tool into her mouth. She got shocked and then started to suck; I also jobbed her after around a minute. I released her hair to let her catch her breath.

Then I lifted her, grabbed her by the waist, kissed her lips, put my right hand on her left boob, and squeezed them roughly. She was resisting me, but my grip was firm on her waist. Then I slowly moved my hand on her navel and then inside her pants. I just rubbed her pussy, and she was moaning. Then I fingered her pussy and made her pussy wet. Then I squeezed her ass and spanked them.

Then I turned her, kissed her neck, grabbed and squeezed her boobs from behind, removed her jeans, and slid her panties to her knees. I dragged her to the other side of the table and bent her over the table, spanking her ass left and right; she was almost screaming, first from pain, then turning to pleasure.

I got down on my knee, spread her legs, and then told her to spread her ass cheeks. She obeyed my order; the sight of her pussy was beholding. Her pussy is just perfect, shaven neatly and tight. Involuntarily, I put my tongue inside her pussy and started licking; she started moaning loudly and came for the first time that night.

Her pussy tasted very sweet, and I wanted to go on and on. She came again. Then I stood up, squeezed her ass, and spanked them. Then I just pulled her by the hair and squeezed her boobs hard. Again, I bent her over, spread her legs, and inserted my penis inside her. She sighed; I slowly started fucking her from behind and increased my speed. She was moaning and also trying to push me back, but I tightened my hand from behind and held them in my left hand, continuing to fuck her.

I fucked her for five minutes, then turned her around; she turned her head away, but I turned her to look at me; she had tears in her eyes. Now, I inserted my finger inside her mouth and told her to suck; she started sucking my finger.

Then I grabbed her head and kissed her, while with my left hand squeezing her right boob. I started fingering her pussy for a few minutes. Then, I laid her down on the table, placed her pussy on the edge of the table, positioned her legs on my shoulder and started fucking her.

I fucked her for another five minutes, then I was edging for climax. So, I told her to get on her knees. I told her to suck my penis; she did it. Then, I just grabbed her hair and came all over her face.

Then I just sat on my table; she also relaxed for a few minutes from the shock. Then she got dressed and left; after a few minutes, I also left the office with a sense of achievement.

So, guys, how was my story? Please reply to my mail; if it gets a good response, I will tell the next part about my fantasy: did I fuck all of my colleagues, or did my story end after my first time? Stay tuned.