Vishwas was very skilled in his work. His team leader always relied on him completely. No matter what the deadline was, no matter what the challenge, Vishwas would deliver great results. He has consistently been awarded the star performer award in the company. And that is why Vishwas' team leader's boss also asked him to temporarily work in Megha's team for a few days. There were many mistakes in the project she had. The deadlines were not met. The client was very upset. And in addition, two people from her team had suddenly left their jobs. Of course, the reason for this was Megha herself.
Megha Desai. Originally from Marathi, but since her father was in the army, she lived in different parts of the country for many years. Later, she did engineering from BITS Goa and went to America for further education. She also married a boy there. They got married for a few years. But later, after her husband failed, she got divorced and returned to India. After working in Delhi and Bangalore for a few years, she came to Vishwas' company as a senior team leader. 37 years old, divorced, with fair skin and thick curly hair and a very sexy round figure, Megha created a stir when she came to the company. Everyone from the young 20-somethings who had just started a new job to the bald uncles in their fifties would stare at her. But this changed in the first few weeks - it was because of her work style. Maybe it was because she came from an army family, but Megha was extremely strict. She was more of a 'boss' than a 'leader'. If anyone in her team did not do their job properly, she would call them names. She would punish them for overwork. She would treat many people with disdain. The initially good opinion about her changed quickly. People started talking bad about her, and gossip started spreading about her. When this came to her ears, she became even more bitter. Things went up to the senior staff. Complaints were also made about her. But no matter how much she said no, Megha was great at her job. Most of the time, her work was flawless. Of course, things never went beyond giving Megha a verbal explanation once or twice, which was beneficial to the company. Since the senior staff did not do anything against her, the gossip about her spread even more.
Now things had changed in this project. Mistakes had been made, staff had left. Megha was worried. And no one was ready to work with her. Finally, Vishwas had agreed. And they started working together. Even though the star performer had now joined her team, she was treating him with contempt.
"What is faith?" Megha once strongly criticized faith in front of everyone.
"What happened?" Vishwas asked confused.
"How many bugs are there in your code!"
"Shall I take a look?" Vishwas said as he opened the code he had written. He checked everything and then said firmly, "Megha, there is nothing wrong with this. If you want, check it again."
Looking at it now, Megha realized that she had made a mistake while checking. But how could she admit her own mistake? She ignored it and left.
That day Megha went home. She splashed water on her face. She sat there for a while, thinking about something. Who knows what she thought at that moment, she took out her phone and typed a message to Vishwas.
"I made a mistake today. I shouldn't have shouted like that without looking carefully. I'm sorry."
Vishwas was surprised to see her message. He thought that Megha might not be as bad as the rest of the office thought. He replied to her message,
"It's OK. I know you're under pressure. That's what happens." She liked his reply. She sent a lot of smileys. And then the conversation ended with a good night.
The next day, Vishwas went to the office excitedly. After the conversation over the text message the night before, he thought he would become good friends with Megha. But as soon as he entered the conference room, Megha shouted at him,
"It's four minutes past eight. We were supposed to start work at eight. Why are you so late? What kind of star performer are you??" This was completely unexpected for Vishwas. He silently put his mind at ease and immersed himself in work. When he reached home that day, his mobile rang.
Megha: Actually, four minutes late wasn't much. But I over-reacted. Really sorry.
What do you say to this now?
Faith: It's nothing. Let's start fresh again tomorrow, okay?
She felt relieved at Vishwas's reply. She thanked him. They said goodnight to each other. Vishwas did not understand the meaning of her double-dealing. The same thoughts were going through his head. His wife Kalpana came to him naked and in a sexy manner and started sucking his penis in her mouth. But due to the different thoughts in her head, his penis could not get erect. Kalpana looked at Vishwas in surprise.
"Work is very stressful...sorry!" Vishwas said. Kalpana said okay and went to sleep.
The next day, it was the same as the previous day. There was no warmth or softness in the conversation over text. Vishwas was annoyed. But he didn't say anything. What could he say? Megha was his boss at the moment. He did his work silently. Of course, thanks to his skills, the project was now moving towards completion. But Megha's behavior in the office hadn't changed much. That night, Megha's message came again. But Vishwas didn't reply. This went on like this for three-four days.
Finally, the project got off the ground. Vishwas gave a presentation in a meeting with the client and the client was happy. Vishwas breathed a sigh of relief at the thought of not having to work with Megha anymore. But as the client left the conference room, Megha stopped Vishwas.
"You go ahead..." Megha told the rest of the team. Vishwas looked at her questioningly.
"I want to say thank you. This project could not have been completed without you."
"I just did my job." Vishwas said with a smile, "But can I ask you a question?"
"Yes, think about it." Megha said coldly. It was as if she knew what Vishwas was going to ask.
"The way you used to treat me when we were working in the office and the way you used to talk to me later on over text messages... I don't get along at all. Why is there such a difference?" Megha didn't say anything for a moment to Vishwas' question.
"Megha?" Vishwas asked again.
"Shall we go to dinner today? About the project success from me." Megha said, "Let's talk about all this at the same time.
"Okay." Vishwas said. He was actually doubtful about whether to accept this invitation to dinner or not. But he was very curious to know what was really going on in her head.
As planned, Vishwas went to Megha's house at 8 pm to pick her up. He stood outside her bungalow by the car. He was wearing a simple white shirt and blue jeans. He didn't want to give any special signal by wearing anything too special. He couldn't predict Megha. He couldn't tell when she would express herself. He was waiting and then he heard the sound of the bungalow door opening. Vishwas turned his head and was shocked. Megha was wearing a red sequined party dress. Although the dress was knee-length, it had a slit at the thigh, from which one leg was sticking out. Even though there was a lining covering her breasts, her bare body was visible through the rest of the sequined fabric. She was wearing high-heeled shoes. She had left her thick, beautiful curly hair loose. She looked very attractive in red lipstick and modest make-up. He appeared in front of her in very simple clothes. But she didn't say anything.
"You're looking amazing!" Vishwas complimented. Megha smiled brightly.
"You too! A white shirt and jeans can't look bad!" She says this jokingly, as if Biswas didn't really understand what she was saying. But before he could say anything, she asks, "Shall we go?"
The restaurant Megha chose, Japan Bistro, was very upscale. Vishwas also liked it. As soon as they sat down, the waiter came and served them Japanese green tea. They ordered noodles, dumplings, and sushi.
"Cheers!" Megha said, raising her glass of sake, a Japanese rice wine. Vishwas responded by raising his glass. Both of their glasses clinked.
"Hmm...so?" Vishwas touched on the subject.
"Actually, I'm not a bad person, Vishwas... but ever since I got divorced, men have been trying to get hold of me like sugar canes." Megha was expressing her inner pain, "This is a mask I've taken on to keep these people away."
"Oh..." Faith exclaimed.
"Do you remember Mishra?"
"Deepak Mishra? That Butka Mishwala?"
"Yes, that's him."
"What about him?"
"Do you know why he left his job?"
"He had told everyone that you were treating him badly." Vishwas shared his information.
"Correct. That's what he said, which was clearly false."
"What do you mean??"
"This was my first project in the company. Deepak is my junior. But he's older in the company. So naturally, I often needed a little more help from him. Once, we were both working on a project until 11:30 at night. Everyone had gone home. At that time, this Mishra came up to me. He immediately started running his hands through my hair."
"Father! So?"
"So what? I whispered in his ear. I took the matter to the top. Then the director told him to leave, otherwise he threatened to take action against him. I was even given a special bonus to keep me quiet so that the company's name would not be tarnished."
"I didn't know all this."
"This is just the beginning. After Mishra, Patil, Sidhwani, that Iyer in HR..."
"Did everyone behave so dirty with you?" Vishwas asked, interrupting Megha.
"The list is long. And it's not just men."
"What???"
"Rita Tripathi and Pooja Bose are also on this list."
"Pooja and Rita?? Dad... I never thought it would be like this."
"No one did it. But once my name got tarnished, I used it like a weapon to keep people away." Megha's eyes were now filled with tears as she spoke. Placing her hand on hers, Vishwas said,
"There is nothing wrong with what you did to me. I can't even imagine what you have gone through."
"Trust... you are different. I have never seen that kind of fear in your eyes." Megha said. Perhaps the way his wife and mother-in-law take care of him at home makes his lust less apparent.
"I always saw a sense of friendliness in you." Megha was about to say, "That's why even if I yelled at you, I would feel bad later and I would text you."
"No problem... I consider you my friend," Vishwas said firmly.
"Faith, one more"
"Huh?"
"I don't want to do ah-jaho... it feels alien. We should do ah-ture in friendship." Vishwas smiled at Megha's words and nodded. Then the food arrived. Both of them had a great time, chatting on many topics and enjoying the food. The effect of Japanese sake was starting to be felt. The car somehow reached Megha's house.
"Good night Megha!" said Vishwas.
"Trust! Come in. I won't let you drive in this drunk state," Megha said sternly.
"No... I need to go home. I think I'm a wife."
"Message her. Tell her the real reason why you've been drinking and that's why you're staying here instead of driving." Megha suggested. And before Vishwas could answer, she opened his side door and told him to get out. Vishwas got out of the car. Standing up, he messaged his wife and stumbled behind Megha into her bungalow.
He sat down on the sofa in the hall. Megha also sat down next to him.
"Some music?" Megha asked.
"Sure." On Biswas's reply, she picked up the remote on the side table and turned on some beautiful jazz music. The two of them, who were already in a daze, started to get a little carried away by this music. Megha got up from the sofa and started dancing lightly. She motioned with her hands to Biswas too. Biswas got up and took one of Megha's hands in his and placed the other on her waist. Megha then placed the other hand on his shoulder. Their steps were moving in a rhythm to the light jazz. Their faces were so close that they could feel each other's breath. As they danced closer, Megha's firm breasts pressed against Biswas's strong chest. Biswas' hand on her waist had pulled her closer without him even knowing. There was now only a few inches between their lips. Their hot breaths were mingling. Megha released her hand from his and put it around his neck. Both his hands were now on her waist. There was now only a few centimeters between their lips.
"This isn't right..." said Faith.
"What?" Megha asked impatiently.
"You are my boss..."
"Not now... Our project is over, Vishwas." Megha said. The awe in her voice, the way she called him with her eyes, was very charming.
Biswas leaned forward a little, Megha lifted her heels and their lips touched. As if electricity were flowing, they started kissing each other passionately. His hands, which were on her waist, moved down and were now pressing her round, round buttocks. He was getting even more excited as Megha kissed him. Her tongue parted his lips and entered his mouth. Their tongues touched each other.
Vishwas now opened the chain of Megha's party dress with one hand. He moved his hand over her fair bare back and then in an instant, he unhooked her bra. Megha's dress and bra fell partially off. Her large and perky breasts looked attractive. Her nipples had become hard due to excitement. Her black curly hair was standing out against her fair skin. Vishwas unconsciously started to suck and suck her breasts. Megha moaned with pleasure. After some time, Megha pushed Vishwas and made him sit on the sofa. There was not enough space for his erect penis in his jeans. She sat on his knees seductively. She removed the belt around Vishwas' waist. She gently ruffled his tentacles and then removed his jeans. She also removed his jockey underwear. Vishwas' penis was very erect. The foreskin was pulled back, and the red-tipped penis looked as if it was going crazy with lust. The smell coming from it made Megha even more excited. Impulsively, she took the erect penis into her mouth.
"How many years has it been...I haven't had this..." she said, taking out her penis. She stared at it for a moment and started sucking it again.
The impulse of that blow job was so great that within a minute, Vishwas found it difficult to contain himself. A spray of white semen came out of his penis. Megha was stunned. She had not expected Vishwas to come so soon. Without saying anything, she swallowed all his semen and stood up. The disappointment was clear on her face.
"Don't worry...I won't leave you half-hearted." Vishwas said with a smile and got up from his seat. He kissed her passionately and now she pushed him on the sofa as well. He put his hand on her panties. She responded with a smile and lifted her waist, which made it easy for Vishwas to remove her panties. Vishwas spread both her legs and thrust his head into them. The touch of his lips made her vagina tremble. Her entire body trembled. Vishwas' lips started sucking her clitoris cleanly. A wave of immense pleasure passed through her body. She threw her head back and closed her eyes and started enjoying this pleasure. With one hand, she was holding his head between her legs, while with the other hand she was squeezing her breasts and nipples. Vishwas's one hand was also pressing her breasts while the fingers of the other hand were moving in and out of her wet vagina.
Waves of lust were coming and Megha was bathing in them. At the same time, she was moaning loudly. Her moaning gradually aroused her and Vishwas' penis became erect again. He stood up now. Megha's vagina was completely wet with her lust. Vishwas inserted his hard penis into it. Despite being in lust for so long, a wave of pleasure once again went through Megha's body. Vishwas now became unconscious and started enjoying her. With each thrust, his body was rubbing against her clitoris.
"Ah... Vishwas... Don't stop!" Megha cried out loudly. Vishwas's speed increased even more. He took her nipples in his mouth. He started sucking them. He started biting them lightly. At the same time, his penis was moving in and out of her vagina rapidly. She screamed with pleasure and at the same time, semen from his penis spilled into her vagina. In a feeling of supreme sexual satisfaction, both of them fell asleep naked on the sofa in the hall... The fantasy of many people of having sex with their sexy lady boss had come true in Vishwas' life...