The Strict Boss Amrita – Part 1

“I need a break”, Aman thought to himself. It was 7 o’clock in the evening on a hot April day in Delhi, and here he was sitting in his office chair glued to his screen.

Since his college days, Aman had always been into outdoor activities. He loved traveling. Playing sports was natural to him. He represented his college in track events, played football for his college team and yet here he was putting on weight by sitting on his office chair daily.

He had often caught himself daydreaming and thinking how amazing it would be to get a day back in his college. After all, he was one of the most popular guys in college and had an incredible body which was clearly admired by the hungry eyes of girls and women in his college.

He had often felt girls looking through his clothes just to have a piece of him. But then those days were gone and he was snapped back to reality on his office desk.

“Aman, would you stop day-dreaming and do some bloody work?”, shouted his boss.

His boss Amrita Singh was a stern lady, another reason for Aman to hate his job. But you could understand her behavior, she was a self-made entrepreneur who had worked in her entire twenties to make a living for herself and had married a husband chosen by parents because he was a son of a successful businessman.

There were rumors that Amrita’s husband would remain drunk all day and cared negligibly about his wife, her business or any work, but those were just rumors.

“Ma’am, I will just get it done”, said Aman. “You better”, said Amrita, a bit harshly.

Amrita turned to leave. As she moved, Aman couldn’t help but take a deep breath of the perfume Amrita was wearing which was intoxicating. It took him a couple of seconds to recover from it. His eyes couldn’t help but track his boss’ movements and he was stunned as he always was looking at her.

Amrita that day was wearing black shorts which showed ample amount of her thighs and a white tight shirt which hugged her slight plump upper body rather too tightly.

Even though Amrita was in her early thirties, she never looked one bit over her twenties. She was 5’8, wore heels to add a few inches, had black hair which she had colored dark brown and which flowed over her shoulders. She had dark black devilish eyes and sexy breasts which left many jaws open.

From behind, she looked even more thrilling because of her long well-tanned legs and her curvaceous ass. Amrita knew she looked extremely hot and she loved all the attention she got.

She liked to make guys drool over her. It excited her to see guys hungry to lay a hand on her but no one could as she was their boss and a strict one. She loved being desired, it gave her a distinct high.

Aman heard her boss scream at one or two more of her employees. She then went to her office and closed the door with a loud thud. Amrita went inside took a deep breath and looked at herself in her mirror and a smile came across her lips. She loved herself.

She opened the third button of her shirt button just to check if it would show just some more of her cleavage. She felt naughty.

She sat in her big chair, crossed her legs and couldn’t help but imagine making out with someone in her office, She wanted to be stripped and choked and fucked on her table. She wanted someone to destroy her pussy, make her difficult to walk and leave her shivering. She craved to be fucked by a man.

Her husband wasn’t satisfying her. Most of the time, he was too drunk to get up and when he did have sex, he couldn’t last a minute. Amrita was sexually unsatisfied and her mind and body craved a good fuck. She thought she deserved it. After all the hard work in her life, she deserved a man to take care of her needs.

She was almost about to please herself, she felt her legs getting warm and moist, her hand sliding unconsciously toward her clit when she heard a knock on her door.

“Ma’am, may I come in?”, Amrita snapped back to reality and it took her a few frantic seconds to compose herself and said, “What is it?”

“Ma’am, it is the presentation you had asked me to finish”, said Aman.

“Okay, come on in”, she replied. Aman walked into her office holding his laptop and instantly felt dreamy after smelling her fragrance again. The smell just took over him, every time.

He kept the laptop at her desk and moved back. His eyes suddenly moved to his boss’s shirt and he couldn’t believe his eyes. The shirt was showing too much cleavage for her employee to take his eyes off. He sensed getting a boner and his manhood pressing against his trouser.

Amrita looked up to speak to Aman and caught him staring at her breasts. She suddenly realized she had forgotten to close her button which was providing him too much of a view and was about to shout at him for such an act. She said, “AMAN”.

She stopped for a few seconds. Her eyes drifted towards a big bulge in Aman’s trouser which did something to her. She said, “Aman… mmm..it’s a well-made presentation, well done”.

Aman couldn’t believe it, his boss giving someone praise, that was unheard of. He smiled and said a thank you rather too loudly and picked up his laptop. He quickly peeked at her breasts again and was surprised at her boss sitting back on her chair which made her shirt stretch a bit more and a devilish smile on her bosses lips.

He turned back and left while covering his boner with his laptop. As soon as the door closed, Amrita stood up and her white face became red. She was having a flurry of emotions, she had never felt like this in a long time. She was confused, how could she let one of her employees behave like that? How could she behave like that

She went to her washroom, feeling her clit becoming extremely wet and her head feeling dizzy. She looked at herself in the mirror and gazed in her deep black eyes for a minute and realized what she was thinking. Her body and mind had found who they wanted to be fucked by on her table.

She was ready, it had to be done. She wanted a man to fuck her deep and hard and treat her rough like a slut. And she was not going to wait any longer.

To be continued.

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