In the bustling office of our software firm, there was a peculiar rhythm that everyone knew but never talked about. It was the way Subhu moved through the room, her confidence striding just on the edge of arrogance, her hips swaying in a tight office skirt that whispered secrets of the power she held. She was a small, curvy package of dynamite, with a personality that could fill a stadium. Her eyes, dark and sharp, could cut through the thickest of office politics without breaking a sweat.

One evening, as the last rays of sunlight painted the city skyline outside our high-rise windows, Subhu sailed into my cubicle, her red lips curled into a knowing smile. "You looked stressed," she said, her voice a velvet caress that made my heart jump. "How about I show you the real side of the city after dark?"

Her proposal was simple: a night out at an exclusive bar she knew, a place where the drinks were strong and the conversations were stronger. My coworker, Atish, had tried to invite her earlier that day, but she'd waved him off with a cool dismissal, leaving his ego bruised and his curiosity piqued. But she was looking at me now, the gleam in her eye promising an adventure that was anything but ordinary.

"Are you sure you're up for it?" she asked, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "This isn't the kind of place you just stumble into."

Her question hung in the air, thick with anticipation, and I felt a thrill run through me. "Count me in," I replied, trying to sound more nonchalant than the storm of excitement brewing inside.

The hours until 8 PM felt like an eternity as I worked, my mind playing a reel of possible scenarios, each more tantalizing than the last. I found myself glancing at the clock every few minutes, watching the hands crawl towards our rendezvous time. When the hour finally struck, I met Subhu in the lobby, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Ready to see the other side of the coin?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr.

We stepped into the elevator, the tension palpable as she pushed the button to the ground floor. The descent was silent, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead. The doors opened, and we stepped into the cool evening, the city's pulse beating around us. Subhu's apartment wasn't far from the office, a small but chic loft that mirrored her personality: a blend of sophistication and rebellion.

The door to her room was open, and she gestured for me to follow. Inside, she began to shed her office armor, peeling off the tight shirt and skirt with an ease that was both mesmerizing and unnerving. In its place, she pulled out a T-shirt that was more statement than clothing—"Fuck Me" in bold letters across her chest. It was paired with a half-pant that barely contained her curves, leaving her long, toned legs bare and begging for attention.

"This is your party dress?" I couldn't help but ask, my voice laced with a mix of shock and intrigue.

Subhu looked over her shoulder, a wicked glint in her eyes as she grabbed the hem of the skimpy dress hanging off the bedpost. "You think it's too much?"

Before I could answer, she closed the gap between us, her hand reaching out to cup my crotch. "It's all about balance," she said with a teasing smirk, giving my dick a gentle squeeze. "You're not going to mind if I wear this, are you?"

Her touch sent a bolt of electricity through me, and I felt my face heat up. She was playing a dangerous game, and I wasn't quite sure if I knew the rules. "I—uh—no, of course not," I stuttered, trying to compose myself.

Subhu chuckled, a sound that was both sweet and sinister. She stepped closer, her body pressing against mine as she leaned in to whisper, "Good boy," before pulling away to slip into the dress. The fabric clung to her like a second skin, revealing more than it concealed. She turned to face me, the top of her lacy black bra visible beneath the neckline, and said, "Now, let's go have some fun."

The cab ride to the bar was a silent dance of desire and anticipation. The driver's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, where Subhu's reflection taunted him with every bump in the road, her breasts jiggling just enough to make his gaze linger. She caught his stare and shot him a knowing look, a look that promised more than a simple tip at the end of the ride. His eyes widened, and his knuckles turned white on the steering wheel as he tried to keep his focus on the road.

Subhu leaned back in her seat, watching me with a smug smile, her hand casually brushing against my thigh. "You know," she began, her voice a low purr, "you're the first one I've ever invited to a place like this."

My pulse quickened. "Why me?"

Subhu's smile grew. "Because, unlike the rest of them, I can see the real you. The one who's tired of playing it safe."

The cab pulled up to a nondescript alleyway, where a dimly lit neon sign flickered the name of our destination: "The Hidden Oasis." She paid the driver, and we stepped out into the cool night air, the scent of the city mingling with the promise of debauchery.

Subhu pulled out a sleek, platinum member card from her clutch, and the bouncer's expression morphed from boredom to reverence as he recognized the VIP status it conferred. The velvet rope parted, and we descended a set of stairs that led to the underground speakeasy. The bar was a hidden gem, a stark contrast to the office we'd left behind, with plush velvet booths and a dance floor pulsing with energy. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, fine whiskey, and the unmistakable musk of desire.

Inside, Subhu's demeanor shifted. She was no longer the office dominatrix but a queen in her own rightful kingdom. The way she owned the space, her hips swaying in rhythm with the bass, drew every eye in the room. She guided me through the maze of bodies, her hand a firm presence on the small of my back. The crowd parted for us, as if we were VIPs at an exclusive club, and we settled into a cozy corner booth.

Subhu ordered a round of drinks, her voice authoritative yet seductive. Her choice for me was a fruit juice, a knowing wink to the fact that she knew I wasn't much of a drinker. She took a long swig from her beer, her eyes never leaving mine as she licked the foam from her top lip. "Now, let's dance," she declared, pulling me onto the dance floor.

The bass thumped in my chest as we moved together, our bodies slick with the sweat of our shared excitement. Subhu's hips rolled against me, her beer bottle glinting in the strobe lights like a beacon of temptation. The fruit juice in my hand was a stark reminder of the line I'd drawn, but the heat of the moment made it increasingly difficult to hold onto my resolve.

Her eyes never left mine as we danced, a silent challenge that spoke volumes about the night ahead. Each step she took brought us closer, each beat of the music a pulsing invitation to let go. I could feel the warmth of her breath on my neck, and the sweet scent of her perfume was intoxicating, mixing with the faint hint of alcohol.

"I'm getting tired," she said after a particularly intense song, her voice breathless but still commanding. "Let's go sit."

I followed her back to our booth, my heart racing from the dance floor's heat. Subhu slid onto my lap, her legs straddling my waist, and the weight of her was surprisingly comfortable. She was indeed petite, and I felt a strange thrill of power mixed with the growing attraction to her. She placed her order for more drinks, and this time she pointed to the beer tap, indicating I should get the same.

Her hands played with the neckline of her dress, adjusting it to reveal more of her ample cleavage. Her eyes were glazed over slightly, the effects of the alcohol starting to show. She leaned back against me, her breasts pressing into my chest as she took another sip. I felt the tension in the air thicken, and my body responded in kind.

"You know," she began, her words slightly slurred, "I've heard some... things about you."

"What things?" I asked, my voice a mix of curiosity and dread.

Subhu turned to face me, her legs still wrapped around my waist, and her eyes searched mine with a drunken intensity. "They say you've got a... a... well, let's just say, they think you're not up to the challenge."

Her words stung, a barb thrown with precision. "What do you mean?" I managed to ask, trying to keep my voice steady.

Subhu's smile grew wider, and she leaned in closer, her breath hot against my ear. "They say you're all talk, no action," she whispered, her fingers tracing a line down my chest, stopping just short of the bulge in my pants. "They say you couldn't handle a woman like me."

My face flushed, and I took a deep breath to steady myself. "And what do you say?"

Subhu's hand reached out, and she cupped my cheek with a surprising tenderness. "I say, let's find out," she murmured, her voice a siren's call.

The rest of the night was a blur of teasing glances and brushing fingers. Each sip of beer brought a new level of courage, and soon enough, the inhibitions melted away, leaving only the raw, pulsing desire that had been simmering beneath the surface all evening. She'd lean in close, whispering sweet nothings that set my blood on fire, only to pull away with a laugh when I tried to respond. The game was thrilling, a dance of temptation that had me on the edge of my seat.

Subhu's touch grew bolder as the drinks flowed, her hand sliding over my chest, my arm, my thigh. She'd lean back, exposing the crevice between her breasts, and I'd find myself lost in the deep valley, the fabric of her dress barely containing her. Each time she caught my gaze, she'd smile that knowing smile, the one that told me she was enjoying this just as much as I was. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and lust, the kind of look that could make a man forget his own name.

The conversations grew hushed, the music a backdrop to the symphony of our breathing and the occasional clink of our glasses. She whispered stories of past conquests and office scandals, her breath hot against my neck as she painted a picture of a world I hadn't been privy to before. Each tale was a tease, a hint of what was to come if I could play her game.
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As the night grew old, the bar grew quieter, and the alcohol grew stronger, we decided it was time to leave. Stumbling out into the cool evening, the breeze was a welcome embrace, whispering sweet nothings into our ears as we navigated the empty hallway. Subhu leaned heavily on me, her heels clicking against the concrete in a staccato rhythm that echoed through the night. The street was empty, the world outside of the bar's neon embrace a stark contrast to the warm cocoon we'd been in.

The walk to her place was a blur of shadows and streetlights, our laughter bouncing off the buildings like a drunken echo. Each step was a dance, her body swaying with the intoxicating allure of the night, and I felt like I was supporting not just her weight but the weight of the world she'd revealed to me. She lived in a modern high-rise, the kind that seemed to touch the sky, a stark contrast to the grimy alleyways of the speakeasy. Her keys jingled in her hand as she fumbled with the lock, her eyes half-lidded with desire and alcohol.

The elevator ride was a silent battle of wills, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. She leaned into me, her breath warm and minty as she whispered, "You know, I've never invited anyone back to my place before."

The doors opened, revealing the stark white corridor that led to her apartment. Subhu fumbled with her keys, the alcohol making her movements more exaggerated than usual. My heart thudded in my chest, a wild mix of excitement and nerves. Was this really happening? Was I about to cross the line with the woman who'd been the subject of so many office whispers?

As she stepped into the apartment, the light from the hallway spilled in, and she disappeared into the bathroom. I took a moment to catch my breath, trying to calm the tornado of thoughts in my head. When she emerged, she'd shed the dress entirely, opting for the T-shirt she'd teased me with earlier. The fabric was damp from her sweat, and it clung to her like a second skin. Her nipples, erect and inviting, pushed against the thin material, creating a tantalizing outline that made it impossible to ignore the gravity of the situation.

Subhu's eyes were dark and hungry as she took in the sight of me, her pupils dilated with desire. She sashayed closer, her hips moving in a way that made my mouth water. "I'm all clean," she purred, her voice a siren's song that I couldn't resist. "How about you?"

The question was loaded, a challenge wrapped in a veil of innuendo. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, and I stumbled over my words. "I-I'm, uh, good," I managed to croak out.

Subhu's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Oh, you're good, are you?" she repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She took a step closer, her breasts brushing against my chest. "Let's see if you're as good as you think you are."

Her words stung like a slap in the face. The teasing had been playful before, but now it had a sharper edge. She knew exactly where to cut, and she did so with a precision that left me reeling. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

Subhu leaned back against the kitchen counter, her arms crossed under her breasts, pushing them up even more. "You know what I mean," she said, a smug smile playing on her lips. "You're all talk, no action. You're like a puppy that's never left the kennel."

Her words stung, a cocktail of truth and spite that hit a little too close to home. I felt the anger rise within me, a volcanic pressure building in my chest. "You think I'm a coward?" I snapped, the question coming out more aggressive than I'd intended.

Subhu's smile never faltered, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of the chase. "You're the one who's afraid to take what you want," she said, her voice a low purr. She took a step closer, and I could feel the heat of her body, the scent of her skin mingling with the faint aroma of the bar's smoke. "You're all talk, no bite. A boy playing dress-up in a man's world."

Her words stung, piercing through my pride like a dagger. She knew just how to push my buttons, and she was doing it with an unerring accuracy that was both terrifying and thrilling. The room spun around me, a whirlwind of anger and arousal, each feeding into the other until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.

With a growl, I grabbed her left breast, my hand squeezing it hard enough to make her gasp. But instead of the victory I'd hoped for, she just smirked, enjoying the reaction she'd drawn out of me. "Is that all you've got?" she taunted, her voice a seductive whisper.

Her teasing had gone too far, and I couldn't take it anymore. With a primal urgency, I crushed my mouth to hers, my tongue invading her mouth in a fiery dance. She tasted of beer and lust, and it was intoxicating. She didn't resist, her own hands tangling in my hair as she pulled me closer, her tongue dueling with mine in a passionate battle of wills. The room spun, and the world outside her apartment faded away.

I hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as if we'd done this a thousand times before. With a grunt, I tossed her onto the bed, the mattress groaning beneath her weight. She looked up at me, her eyes gleaming with excitement and challenge. I reached down and yanked her panties aside, revealing her already glistening pussy, wet with anticipation. Subhu's chest heaved with desire as she watched me, her mouth a perfect 'O' of surprise and need.

I slapped her bum, the sound echoing through the silent apartment like a gunshot. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for her reaction. But instead of the outrage I'd expected, she giggled, the sound like a naughty secret shared between us. She wiggled her ass, teasing me with the perfect roundness of her cheeks. "Is that all you've got?" she challenged, her voice thick with a seductive taunt.

Subhu's laughter turned into a sultry smile as she reached down to trace a finger along the red handprint on her skin. "It's not like I'm going to break," she whispered, her voice a siren's call. She slithered closer, her bare legs gliding against the cool bedsheets, and I could feel the heat of her pussy against my thigh. "But if you want to play rough, I can show you what that really means."

Her eyes never left mine as I pulled down my own pants, my erection springing free with an urgency that surprised even me. Her eyes widened, the smugness slipping away, replaced by a look of genuine shock. "Who said it was small?" she murmured, her voice a mix of awe and excitement.

Subhu's gaze was glued to my cock, and she reached out tentatively, her fingertips tracing the length of my shaft. Her touch was light, almost reverent, a stark contrast to the brazen confidence she'd exuded all night. "You've been keeping secrets," she whispered, her eyes dancing with mischief.

"Like you haven't?" I shot back, unable to resist the urge to return her teasing. She giggled, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine, and then she leaned back on the bed, her arms above her head, exposing the fullness of her breasts.

"What's the point of a weapon if the fighter doesn't know how to use it?" she asked, her voice a taunt that was more inviting than anything she'd said before. She watched me, her eyes gleaming with a challenge. "You think you can handle me?"

I took a deep breath, the taste of her still lingering on my lips as I stepped closer to the bed, the mattress bouncing slightly with my movement. "I think you're underestimating me," I said, my voice a low growl.

In one swift motion, I pulled her towards me, her legs wrapping around my waist as if we were two magnets drawn together by an unseen force. My dick was hard and demanding, and I could feel it pulsing against her. Subhu's eyes went wide with shock, her smile slipping into something more genuine, a mix of fear and excitement. I positioned myself at her entrance, and without another word, I thrust into her, not giving her a chance to protest or resist.

Her walls were tight, so tight that it was almost painful, and the sudden intrusion made her cry out, a mix of pleasure and pain. Blood blossomed on the bed sheets, a stark reminder of the virginity she'd claimed to have lost. Her nails dug into my back, and I felt a twinge of guilt at the realization that she'd been telling the truth. But the desire was too strong, and I couldn't stop, the need to claim her, to prove my worth driving me deeper.

I pulled out, my dick slick with her blood, and she lay there, panting and trembling. For a moment, I was convinced I'd gone too far, that I'd ruined everything. But then she opened her eyes, and instead of anger, I saw something else, something darker and more thrilling. "Is that all you've got?" she whispered, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

Subhu's eyes were wet with a mix of pain and something else, something that looked suspiciously like excitement. She reached up and wiped away a tear, her hand leaving a smudge of blood on her cheek. "You stopped?" she pouted, her voice a mockery of innocence. "I thought you were going to show me what you're made of."

With a grin that was more animal than human, I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her closer, aligning her so that she was straddling me. Her legs were trembling, whether from the alcohol or the aftershocks of pain, I couldn't tell. But she didn't protest, didn't ask me to be gentle. Instead, she leaned into me, her breasts pressing against my chest, her eyes never leaving mine.

Subhu was so small, so delicate, that it was easy to pick her up, to position her exactly where I wanted. With one swift motion, I pulled her onto my dick, feeling the resistance of her tight, untouched pussy give way to the full length of me. She gasped, a sound that was half shock and half pleasure, her nails digging into my shoulders as she took me all in. Her body was a living, breathing puzzle, and I was determined to unlock every secret it held.

Her walls clamped around me, warm and welcoming despite the pain that I knew she had to be feeling. She was a virgin, and I was her first, the reality of it hitting me like a sledgehammer to the gut. But she didn't protest, didn't ask me to stop. Instead, she leaned into the sensation, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she began to move, her hips grinding against mine. The room was a symphony of sounds: the slap of skin on skin, her soft whimpers, the rustle of the bed sheets.

With each stroke, I felt her tighten around me, her muscles clenching in a way that made me feel like I was the only man in the world who could give her this kind of pleasure. I watched her face, the way her eyes scrunched up with each movement, the way her lips parted to let out little sounds of pain and ecstasy. It was a heady feeling, one that made me feel powerful and alive.

On the seventh stroke, something changed. Her eyes went wide, her breath hitched, and she arched her back, her nails digging into my shoulders. A gush of wetness enveloped my cock, as she cum and she let out a moan that was part pleasure, part relief. Her body convulsed around me, and I knew she was cumming. It was more than I'd ever expected, more than I'd ever hoped for. I felt her pussy spasm around my dick, and the sight of her coming undone was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

But Subhu wasn't done. As her orgasm subsided, she leaned back down, her breasts brushing against my chest, and whispered, "I want more." Her voice was a siren's call, a demand that I couldn't refuse. I began to move again, slower this time, savoring the feel of her tight pussy around my cock. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through me, and I watched as she bit her bottom lip, her eyes fluttering closed.

Her nails raked down my back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, as she pushed herself up and down on me. Her movements grew more frantic, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. And then she was cumming again, her body shaking with the force of it, her pussy clamping down so tight I thought I might burst. The pleasure was intense, a crescendo that left me reeling.

Withdrawing my cock with a wet pop, I watched as Subhu's eyes snapped open, a wild look of hunger in them. She reached down and took my length in her hand, stroking me with a fierce need that mirrored my own. Her other hand grabbed my neck, pulling me closer, and she whispered in my ear, "Make me scream."

Her words were a command, and I obeyed without hesitation. I grabbed her breasts, feeling the weight of them in my palms, and began to squeeze. She moaned, her body arching into my touch as I increased the pressure. The room was a cocoon of passion, the only sounds the harsh breaths we shared and the smack of my palms against her skin. Subhu's nipples grew hard beneath my touch, and the sight of them, reddening and swollen, was almost too much to bear.

With a feral growl, I leaned down and took one into my mouth, sucking hard. She gripped my hair, her nails digging into my scalp, and I felt a jolt of pain that only added to the intensity of the moment. Her moan grew louder, a keening sound that sent shivers down my spine. She didn't just want pleasure; she craved the edge of pain, the thrill of being pushed beyond her limits.

Her other hand reached up, pressing her free breast against my face, and I could feel the heat of her arousal, the dampness of her skin. I switched to the other one, giving it the same rough treatment, and she responded with a sharp cry that pierced the quiet of the room. The taste of her skin, the smell of her desire, it was intoxicating, a drug that I couldn't get enough of. Subhu's hips began to rock against me, and I knew she was close again.

Her nails clawed at my back, leaving trails of fire across my skin, urging me on. I sucked harder, my teeth grazing her nipple, and she moaned, the sound a mix of pain and pleasure. Her hand in my hair tightened, and she pulled, hard enough to make stars dance in my vision. It was a delicious agony, one that only served to make me want more.

And then she was shaking, her entire body convulsing with the force of her climax. Subhu's cries filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that was music to my ears. Her pussy tightened around me, a velvet vise that milked my cock as she came. I felt her muscles clench and release, her wetness drenching me as she rode out the waves of ecstasy.

When she finally stilled, panting and gasping for breath, I pulled her off the bed, her legs wobbly from the intensity of her release. She looked up at me, her eyes glazed with lust, and I knew she was ready for more. I flipped her over, so she was bent over the edge, her ass in the air, displaying her vulnerable pink pussy and tight asshole. She whimpered slightly, but there was no fear in her eyes, only the hunger for more.

I took a moment to appreciate the view, the way her cheeks were flushed, the slight tremble in her thighs. Then, without warning, I thrust into her again, this time from behind, her wetness making it easy for me to slide in. She cried out, the sound muffled by the pillow she'd bitten into, her body tensing up with the sudden intrusion. But she didn't fight it; she pushed back, urging me deeper, her pussy already adjusting to the new angle.

Subhu's body was a canvas of passion, each thrust leaving a new brushstroke of desire. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back, slamming into her with a force that made the bed shake. She was so tight, so wet, that it was like fucking a glove that had been made just for me. Each stroke was a battle, a war between pleasure and pain, and she was winning.

Her pussy was a vice, clamping down around my cock with an intensity that was almost too much to bear. She was so responsive, her moans and gasps spurring me on as I fucked her deeper, harder. The slap of our bodies was a rhythm that matched the thump of the bass from the club we'd just left, echoing through the room like a heartbeat. Her hair was a waterfall of black silk, cascading over her face, and I reached up to tuck it behind her ear, needing to see the expression on her face as she came apart.

Subhu's eyes met mine in the mirror, a wild, untamed look in her gaze that made me feel like a beast claiming its mate. She was a goddess, a creature of the night, and I was just a man, desperate to worship her. With each slap of my hand against her ass, she arched her back, pushing herself further onto my cock, her cries growing louder. The sound of her pleasure was a symphony, a crescendo that was driving me closer to the edge.

Her skin was a canvas of red, each mark a testament to the passion that had taken us over. She was so wet, so slippery, that it was as if she'd been made for this moment, for me to claim her in this primal, carnally satisfying way. I leaned into her, my hand squeezing her breast as I slapped the other side of her ass, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot. She bucked against me, her pussy tightening around me as she screamed out her release, the sound a mix of pleasure and pain that was the most erotic thing I'd ever heard.

Subhu's legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the bed, her body limp with exhaustion. But she didn't push me away. Instead, she pulled me closer, her hand reaching back to grip my thigh, urging me on. I could feel her heart racing, a wild stallion that matched the tempo of my own, and I knew she wasn't done yet. I thrust into her again, my hips moving in a steady, punishing rhythm that sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body. She was mine, all mine, and I was going to make her scream until she couldn't speak.

Gripping her left leg, I pulled it up and out to the side, changing the angle of our union. The head of my cock nudged against the tight, untouched part of her, and she gasped as I pushed into her sideways. The sensation was new, foreign, and she tightened around me with each stroke. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she bit down on the pillow to muffle her cries.

Subhu's breasts swung free, and I couldn't resist the temptation to catch one in my hand, feeling the weight of it, the firmness of her nipple against my palm. Her body was a symphony of sensations, each part playing its role in this dance of desire. With each thrust, I watched her ass jiggle, a delicious sight that only made me want to go deeper, to claim every inch of her.

Her moans grew louder, and I knew I was hitting the spot. Subhu was lost in the moment, her eyes closed tight, her head thrown back. The way she moved, the way she took me, it was like she'd been made for this, for this raw, unbridled fucking that was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. The feeling of her pussy tightening around me was addictive, and I found myself chasing that sweet spot, eager to make her cum again and again.

"I'm gonna cum," she panted, her voice a desperate plea that I felt deep in my bones. "I'm gonna cum all over your cock."

Her words were like a trigger, sending a jolt of electricity through me. "Me too," I groaned, the pressure building to a crescendo that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Without a moment's hesitation, I pulled her up from the bed, her body a ragdoll in my arms. Subhu's legs wrapped around me, her nails digging into my back as I leaned her back onto the mattress. Her breasts were in my hands, the perfect handful, and I squeezed them hard as I pushed into her, the friction driving us both closer to the edge.

My strokes grew slower, each movement deliberate and calculated to maximize the pleasure. I could feel the head of my cock brushing against her G-spot with each push, her walls pulsing around me like a heartbeat. Subhu's moans grew louder, the anticipation thick in the air. She was so close, so very close, and the knowledge that she was about to cum for me, on me, was intoxicating.

Her nails dug into my back, leaving a trail of fire that only added to the intensity of the moment. "I'm gonna cum," she whimpered again, the words a sweet, sweet symphony of need and desire. "Cum with me," she begged, her voice a siren's call that I couldn't resist.

And so, I pushed into her as deep as I could, her legs trying to pull me even closer, as if it were possible. With a guttural roar, I felt the base of my cock hit her cervix, and she screamed, her orgasm ripping through her like a tornado. Her pussy clamped down around me like a vice, the walls pulsing in a delirious rhythm that sent me over the edge.

In that moment, I could feel every nerve in my body come alive as I erupted inside her, my cum flooding her in hot, thick spurts. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt before, a powerful release that seemed to go on forever. Her body was trembling, a delicate flower in the storm of my passion, and I held her tight, never wanting to let her go.

Subhu's pussy was pulsing around me, milking every last drop as she rode out the waves of pleasure. Her breath was ragged, her eyes squeezed shut, and she was whispering sweet nothings in my ear, the kind of things you say when you're lost in the throes of ecstasy.

Her cum was a warm river, coating my cock, my balls, my thighs, and even splattering onto the bed sheets. I couldn't believe how much she'd come, and the sight of it was intoxicating. It was like watching a dam break, unleashing a flood of passion that I had no hope of containing.

Subhu's legs tightened around me, her body shaking with the aftermath of her orgasm. Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated, and she was staring at me with an intensity that made me feel like I was the only person in the world who mattered. "You're so deep," she murmured, the words a benediction, a confession.

Her walls were still pulsing around me, the aftershocks of pleasure making me twitch with every beat. I could feel her heart racing against my chest, the steady thump a reminder that she was as alive as I was in that moment. And as she leaned into me, her breasts pressing against my skin, I knew that this was more than just sex. It was a claiming, a declaration of desire that had been building between us for weeks.

Subhu's eyes were wide and dark with passion, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she tried to regain her composure. "Fuck," she whispered, the word a prayer, a curse, a declaration. I didn't know if she was talking about the way I'd just made her feel or the way she was making me feel right now, but it didn't matter. We were in this together, bound by lust and something more primal.

With a groan, I pulled out of her, my cock slick with a mix of our juices. The sight of her swollen, reddened pussy was almost enough to make me hard again, but I resisted the urge, needing a moment to bask in the afterglow of our union. Her legs were still wrapped around me, and I could feel the stickiness between us, a testament to the intensity of what had just transpired.

Subhu's chest was heaving, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. I leaned down and kissed her neck, the taste of her skin sweet and salty. She shivered, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine. "Wow," she murmured, the word barely a whisper.

"I'm just getting started," I teased, my voice low and full of promise. She rolled her eyes, but the smirk on her face gave her away. "Don't you know that's what they all say?" she said, but her tone was playful, not dismissive.

Subhu reached up and traced the line of cum that had leaked out of her and painted my cock. She brought her finger to her mouth, tasting us both, and then looked at me with a challenge in her gaze. "Prove it," she whispered, and the fire in her eyes told me she wasn't joking.

With a smug smirk, I leaned back, my cock already beginning to rise to the occasion. "Oh, I plan to," I said, and the promise in my voice made her bite her lip. She rolled over onto her side, her legs curling around mine as we faced each other, our bodies sticky and warm. Her hand traveled down my chest, playing with the hairs that trailed to my belly button before she wrapped her delicate fingers around my shaft.

Subhu's eyes searched mine as she began to stroke me, her movements slow and deliberate. "So, tell me," she murmured, her voice low and sultry, "what's it like being the one everyone wants?" Her question hung in the air, a challenge and an invitation to confess my deepest desires.

My hand found its way to her thigh, tracing the curve of her skin up to the junction of her legs. "It's overrated," I replied with a shrug, trying to keep the smugness out of my voice. "Everyone's too busy chasing ghosts to see what's right in front of them." She chuckled, the sound warm and intimate.

Subhu's hand paused on my cock, her eyes searching my face for a reaction. "Is that so?" she murmured, her voice thick with sarcasm. "And what is it that you think everyone's missing?"

Her question was a trap, one that I didn't dare fall into. Instead, I leaned in and kissed her, tasting the hint of tequila on her breath, feeling the softness of her lips yield to mine. She melted against me, her breasts pressing into my chest as she wrapped her arms around my neck. The weight of her was surprising, a delicious pressure that made me want to hold her closer, never let her go.

Subhu's hand slid down my chest, her fingers playing with the smattering of hair that led to my stomach. She traced the line of my abs, her touch light as a feather, and I shivered with the pleasure of it. "Is this what you wanted?" she murmured against my mouth, her voice a silken whisper that made me ache.

Her breasts were still pressed against me, the ache in them a constant reminder of our earlier play. "They're so sensitive," she complained, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain. I pulled back and looked at her, the hunger in her eyes making me want to devour her all over again.

Subhu reached up and cupped her own breasts, a wince crossing her face as she squeezed gently. "They hurt," she whispered, and the need to ease her pain was stronger than the need to claim her again. I leaned in and took one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking softly, feeling her tense and then relax as the pleasure overwhelmed the discomfort.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a sigh that was part relief, part contentment. "They're so sensitive," she murmured again, her voice a sweet symphony of desire. I kissed my way down her body, my lips tracing the path her hand had taken. Her stomach was soft, the dip of her belly button an invitation to explore lower.

As I reached the juncture of her thighs, I paused, my fingers hovering just above the slickness of her pussy. "Isn't it hurting here?" I whispered, the words a gentle caress in the quiet of the room. She opened her eyes, a wry smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Only in the best way," she said, her voice a purr that sent a shiver down my spine.

Her hand found its way to my hair, urging me closer as I began to kiss and lick my way down her stomach. Her skin was a landscape of beauty, every inch of her a testament to the power of the female form. When I reached her breasts, I took one of her nipples into my mouth, suckling gently. It was a tender kiss, one that promised more to come, and she arched her back with a moan that was music to my ears.

Subhu's eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a contented sigh as I switched to the other nipple, giving it the same tender attention. Her breasts were a perfect handful, and I could feel her heart racing beneath my palms as I caressed and teased her. Her skin was soft and warm, and the taste of her was like nothing I'd ever experienced before.

With a gentle nip, I pulled away, leaving her gasping. "We should go," I murmured, the words a reluctant concession to reality. She nodded, her eyes still glazed with passion. "But first," she said, her hand sliding down to my cock, "I want to taste you."

Subhu leaned in, her warm breath washing over me, and took my length into her mouth. Her tongue flicked against my slit, tasting the mixture of our juices, and I groaned, my eyes rolling back. Her mouth was heaven, a place I never wanted to leave. But we had to. With a final kiss to her forehead, I eased away, my cock already missing the warmth of her embrace.

We took a quick shower together, the hot water cascading over our bodies, washing away the sweat and cum. She washed me with gentle, soapy hands, her eyes never leaving mine, and I did the same for her. The intimacy of the moment was almost too much, the way her body felt under my fingertips, the way she shivered when I touched certain spots. It was as if we were discovering each other anew.

Subhu dressed quickly, pulling on a pair of lacy panties and a loose tank top that did nothing to hide her erect nipples. She looked like a goddess, a creature of the night that had been tamed by the light of dawn. She watched me with a smirk as I dressed, her eyes lingering on my cock, still half-hard from our encounter. "See you at work," she murmured, the words a promise of what was to come.

I returned home, the cab ride a blur of neon lights and the distant sound of the city waking up. My thoughts were a whirlwind of passion and desire, Subhu's scent still clinging to me like a second skin. The quiet of my apartment was a stark contrast to the cacophony of the club, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret that the night had ended.

For two days, I was in a daze, the memory of her body wrapped around mine playing on repeat in my mind. The office was a ghost town, the mundane tasks seemingly insurmountable when compared to the electricity that had crackled between us. Each time my phone buzzed, I hoped it was her, but the silence was deafening. Was she okay? Did she regret it?

Monday dawned, a harsh light that seemed to illuminate the emptiness of my weekend. I showered and dressed, donning the same mask of professionalism that had served me well over the years. The office was the same, the air-conditioned chill the only thing to cut through the fog of anticipation. As I walked through the doors of "The Hidden Oasis," our secret playground, I half-expected to see her, but she was nowhere in sight.

The first few hours were a blur of emails and spreadsheets, my mind wandering back to the taste of her, the way she'd whispered my name. The silence was deafening, the absence of her texts a physical ache. I found myself checking my phone every few minutes, hoping for some sign that she was thinking of me too. But as the hours ticked by, the doubt grew, a thick vine choking the excitement that had fueled my every thought.

As the office buzz grew louder, the whispers began to circulate. "Did you see Miss Subhu?" one of the guys from accounting asked, a hint of awe in his voice. "Her boobs look bigger today," another chimed in, and a few of the other guys nodded in agreement. I couldn't help but smirk, the secret knowledge of what had transpired between us a delicious warmth that spread through my chest.

Subhu walked in, her hips swaying in a way that made every head turn. She wore a tight, low-cut blouse that showcased her ample cleavage, and a pair of pants that hugged her ass like a second skin. The look on the other guys' faces was a mix of envy and lust, and I knew they were all thinking the same thing: what it would be like to feel her up, to hear her moan, to taste her. But she was mine, at least for that night.

Her eyes met mine, and she flashed me a knowing smile, a silent greeting that sent a jolt of electricity through my body. She sauntered over, her heels clicking on the floor, and leaned against my desk, her breasts pushing against the fabric of her shirt. "Good morning," she purred, her voice a caress that only I could feel. The other guys pretended not to watch, but I knew they were all dying for a glimpse of what I had experienced.

Subhu's eyes sparkled with mischief as she chatted with me about the weekend's weather, her hand brushing against my arm in a gesture that was both innocent and intimate. I could feel the heat of her skin, the echo of her touch from the night before, and it was all I could do not to reach out and pull her into my lap. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she was enjoying every second of it.

The other guys in the office couldn't help but steal glances, their eyes drawn to her like moths to a flame. They whispered among themselves, their fantasies no doubt running wild with thoughts of her naked, her legs spread wide, begging for their touch. But she was mine, and she knew it. She had chosen me, and the power that knowledge brought was intoxicating.

Subhu's interactions with her colleagues were a dance, a delicate ballet of smiles and nods that hinted at something more. Her voice was a siren's call, luring them in with promises of what lay beneath the surface. Yet she remained untouchable, a goddess on a pedestal that only I had the power to bring down to earth.

As the day went on, the whispers grew louder, the glances more furtive. Every man in the office was imagining their hands on her, their mouths on her skin. The way she leaned over to grab a file, the subtle arch of her back, the way her hair fell in soft waves around her face - it was a show, a performance that had them all on the edge of their seats. And all the while, her eyes kept darting in my direction, a secret shared between us, a silent promise of what was to come.

During our usual coffee break, she sauntered over to my desk, a sly smile playing on her lips. "They're all talking about it," she murmured, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "How my tits got so big over the weekend." She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I think they're jealous they can't get their hands on them."

Subhu's chuckle was low and seductive, the sound sending a jolt of desire straight to my groin. I couldn't help but glance down at the generous swell of her breasts, the memory of her tight pussy squeezing me so hard it was almost painful. "You're playing with fire, aren't you?" I said, my voice a low growl. She just winked, her hand brushing against my leg in a way that was definitely not an accident.

When no one was looking, I leaned in, my hand slipping up to cup one of her breasts. She gasped, her body stiffening for a second before she relaxed into the touch. "You're so fucking greedy," she whispered, her eyes glinting with desire. "But I like it."

Her hand reached for mine, guiding it to her other breast, and she closed her eyes, her breath hitching as I squeezed gently. Subhu's breasts were firm and heavy in my palm, the fabric of her shirt doing little to dull the sensation. The warmth of her skin seeped into me, and I felt my cock stir in my pants. "Keep it down," I murmured, glancing around the office. "You never know who's watching."

Her eyes snapped open, the challenge in them unmistakable. "They're all watching," she said, her voice a silky purr. "They're all wondering what it's like to touch me like this." She leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear. "They're all dying to know what it's like to have me."

With a boldness that took my breath away, she reached down and unbuttoned her shirt, revealing the lacy cups of her bra. She pulled one out, her nipple already hard and begging for attention. "Tell me," she murmured, her hand guiding my face to her breast, "who else has had the pleasure of tasting you?"

Her skin was soft, the weight of her breast in my hand a sweet agony. I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, feeling the heat of her desire as she let out a low moan. Her eyes fluttered closed, her head tilting back, and for a moment, it was as if the office had disappeared, leaving just the two of us in our own little world.

Her hand was in my hair, her nails lightly scratching my scalp, guiding me as I feasted on her. The scent of her perfume mixed with the musky scent of our combined lust was intoxicating, making my cock throb painfully against my zipper. Subhu's other hand played with her now-exposed nipple, her hips swaying gently as she ground against my thigh.

Then, the sound of footsteps. The rhythmic click of heels on the linoleum floor grew louder, and we both froze, the spell of our passionate encounter momentarily broken. Subhu's eyes snapped open, and she quickly buttoned her shirt, tucking her errant breast back into its confines. Her face was flushed, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and fear. "Someone's coming," she whispered, her voice breathless.

We scanned the office, and sure enough, one of the interns was making their way towards the coffee machine, their eyes glued to their phone. Subhu straightened herself up, the picture of professionalism, and I followed suit, my hand dropping from her waist. She grabbed her coffee cup with a trembling hand, the liquid sloshing precariously. "Shit," she murmured under her breath, and I had to fight the urge to laugh.

The intern looked up as they approached, and Subhu flashed them a smile so bright it could've lit up the darkest corner of the office. "Hey," she said, her voice back to its usual confident tone. "How was your weekend?"

The intern, a young college student named Alice, blushed under her scrutiny. "It was fine," she mumbled, her eyes darting between Subhu and me. "How about you guys?"

Subhu took a sip of her coffee, the tremor in her hand barely noticeable. "Oh, it was wonderful," she said, her voice dripping with a casual nonchalance that was at odds with the feverish heat we'd just shared. "We had a bit of a breakthrough with the Acme account, didn't we?" She looked at me, her eyes gleaming with challenge.

Alice nodded, her cheeks still flushed. "Yeah, it was really something," she said, her voice trailing off as she filled her cup. She was a cute girl, with a slim figure and a heart-shaped face that was framed by a cascade of wavy brown hair. Her boobs weren't much to write home about, but she had a certain je ne sais quoi that was undeniably attractive.

Subhu's eyes followed Alice as she walked away, a thoughtful look on her face. "You know," she said, her voice dropping to a murmur, "I've always wondered what it would be like to play with someone like that."

Alice's figure was indeed nice, with a slim waist and a pert ass that swayed with every step. Her small breasts were the only thing that seemed out of place in the office of busty beauties, but they had a certain charm that was undeniable. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have her, to feel the softness of her skin and hear the sounds she'd make as I explored her body.

Subhu noticed my gaze and arched an eyebrow. "What are you thinking?" she whispered, her hand slipping into mine under the desk. I squeezed her fingers gently, feeling the pulse of her excitement. "I'm just saying, she's got a certain appeal," I murmured, and Subhu nodded, her eyes never leaving Alice's retreating form.

"I know what you mean," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "But think about this: wouldn't it be even better if she knew what it was like to be with someone who appreciates her for more than just her... 'breakthroughs'?" She leaned in, her breasts pressing against me, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Imagine the look on her face when she realizes she's not just some intern, but a woman who can make us both beg for more."

I couldn't deny the thrill that shot through me at the idea. Alice had always been eager to learn, and she had a certain innocence about her that was undeniably appealing. "But how do we convince her?" I asked, already feeling the beginnings of a plan form in my mind. Subhu's smile grew wider. "Leave that to me," she whispered. "I have a few ideas."

The rest of the week was a blur of anticipation, Subhu's flirty glances and knowing smiles keeping me on edge. Each day, she wore outfits that grew increasingly more daring, pushing the limits of the office dress code. Her cleavage was always on display, her skirts a little shorter, her pants a little tighter. The effect was electric, and I watched as the men in the office fell under her spell, their eyes following her every move.

On Thursday, she leaned over my desk, her breasts spilling out of her blouse. "So," she said, her voice a sultry whisper, "are you ready for some fun this Friday?" The way she licked her lips made it clear what kind of fun she had in mind. I nodded, my heart racing at the thought of having Alice in the same way we'd enjoyed each other.

Subhu's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Good," she murmured, her hand sliding down to my crotch, giving my growing erection a gentle squeeze. "I've got a plan, and I know just how to get her to say yes." Her fingers traced the outline of my cock, and I couldn't help but groan. "But for now, keep it in your pants," she giggled, standing up straight and smoothing down her skirt. "We've got work to do."

The next day, Alice walked in with a spring in her step, her face flushed with excitement. Subhu had called a meeting with the interns to discuss a new project, and the way she looked at me suggested she had something up her sleeve. She sat at the head of the conference table, her legs crossed just right to give a glimpse of the lacy tops of her stockings.

As Alice took her seat, I couldn't help but admire her figure. Her small boobs bobbed slightly as she leaned forward, her slim waist and curvy hips a tantalizing sight. Her face was cute, with a button nose and full lips that made me think of all the things I'd like to do to her. Subhu caught my eye and winked, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

"So, Alice," she began, her voice dripping with sweetness, "we've got a special project for you. Something that requires a... unique set of skills." The other interns leaned in, curious, but Alice's eyes remained fixed on me. Subhu's hand slid up her thigh, disappearing beneath the table. "We think you'd be perfect for it," she purred.

Alice looked at me, her eyes wide with both excitement and fear. She was like a deer in headlights, but there was a spark there, an unmistakable curiosity. "What's the project?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. Subhu leaned back, her hand still on my cock, stroking me gently. "It's a team-building exercise," she said, her eyes never leaving Alice's face. "Something that will bring us all closer together."

Her hand slipped from my crotch to her own skirt, her fingers playing with the hem. "You see," she continued, her voice a seductive purr, "I've noticed how hard you've been working, Alice. And I think you deserve a little... reward." She leaned forward, her cleavage spilling out of her shirt. "Don't you agree?"

Alice's cheeks flushed a deep red, and she swallowed hard. "I-I don't know what you mean," she stammered, but her eyes remained glued to Subhu's chest. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the prospect of having her, of watching her innocence shatter as she discovered the depths of her own desires. Other guys went out as office time over leaving three of us in that room.

"Oh, I think you do," Subhu said, her voice a gentle purr. She reached across the table, her hand brushing against Alice's arm. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about," she continued, her eyes never leaving Alice's. "We all have needs, don't we?"

Alice's eyes darted to me, her expression a mix of confusion and arousal. I gave her a reassuring smile, the anticipation in the air thick and palpable. Subhu had a way of making people feel like they were the most important person in the room, and it was clear she was working her magic on Alice. "It's just... I've never done anything like that," she murmured.

Subhu leaned back, her hand sliding away from her own thigh. "It's okay, sweetie," she said, her voice soothing. "We're all adults here. And who knows? Maybe you'll enjoy it." She glanced at me, her eyes smoldering. "After all, we had a great time, didn't we?"

Her question hung in the air, a silent challenge. Alice's eyes darted between us, and she bit her lower lip. "I-I guess," she murmured, and Subhu's smile grew wider. "Good," she said, her tone decisive. "Then it's settled. This Friday, after work, you're coming to my place." She leaned back, her hand resting on the arm of her chair. "You can bring your boyfriend if you want," she added, her eyes gleaming. "I'm sure he'd enjoy the... team-building exercise."

Alice's eyes widened, and she blushed even deeper. "I don't have a boyfriend," she admitted, her voice barely audible. The room was eerily quiet, and I could almost hear the hammering of my own heart. Subhu's smile grew, the corners of her mouth turning up in a knowing smile. "Even better," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. "That means you're all ours."

Subhu leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving Alice's. "You see, Alice," she began, "this isn't just about work. It's about... exploring new boundaries, experiencing things you never thought you would." She took a sip of her coffee, the gesture so casual it was almost predatory. "And who knows? Maybe you'll find something you really like."

Alice looked at me again, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and fear. I gave her a nod, my own heart racing with the thrill of the situation. Subhu had a way of making people feel like they were the center of the universe, and she was doing it to perfection. "I-I'll think about it," she finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

Subhu's smile grew wider, and she leaned forward, her breasts pressing against the desk. "Take all the time you need, sweetheart," she said, her voice dripping with honey. "But know that we're looking forward to it." She glanced at me, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Aren't we?"

The weekend couldn't come soon enough. The anticipation was a constant throb in the back of my mind, a pulsing beat that grew louder with every passing hour. Subhu and I had talked in hushed whispers, planning and plotting, our conversations a delicious dance of innuendo and desire. We had both agreed that Alice's innocence was part of her appeal, and we were eager to see how she'd respond to our advances.

Friday morning dawned, and with it, the promise of a wild evening ahead. Subhu strutted into the office with a knowing smile, her tight skirt hugging her curves in all the right places. She had picked out a movie, something she assured me would "break the ice" with Alice, and had it queued up on her laptop. We settled into the conference room early, the door locked and the blinds drawn, a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates on the table between us.

We discussed our plan for today and soon the night came. Subhu looked absolutely stunning in her outfit, a tight-fitting dress that accentuated every curve of her body. Her makeup was subtle but alluring, and the scent of her perfume lingered in the air. She had picked a movie that was both steamy and artistic, something that would serve as a perfect prelude to the evening's main event.

As the clock ticked closer to the end of the workday, Subhu's eyes gleamed with excitement, and she gave me a nod. It was time to fetch Alice from the bus stop. We walked out of the office into the cool evening air, the tension between us palpable. Subhu's hand brushed against my arm, sending a shiver down my spine. We waited for the intern, her bus pulling up to the curb. She looked surprised to see us but also flattered, her eyes widening at the sight of Subhu in her seductive attire.

Alice stepped off the bus, and we greeted her with warm smiles. She blushed as Subhu handed her a glass of wine, the first of many for the night. The drive to Subhu's house was filled with easy banter, the atmosphere charged with an underlying current of desire. The house was beautiful, a modernist gem nestled in the quiet of the suburbs. Inside, it was tastefully decorated, the soft lighting setting the perfect mood for what was to come.

Subhu led us into the living room, the walls adorned with abstract art that hinted at hidden desires and passions. She had set up a cozy space with plush cushions and blankets on the floor, the TV playing the seductive movie we'd talked about. Alice sat down tentatively, her eyes darting between us, unsure of what to expect. Subhu sat close to her, their thighs brushing together, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of what was to come.

As the film played out its steamy plot, the three of us grew more relaxed, the wine loosening our inhibitions. Alice's eyes grew dark with desire as she watched the actors' passionate embraces, her breathing shallow and quick. Subhu's hand found its way to Alice's thigh, her fingers tracing delicate patterns that made her squirm. I watched them, my own desire building, my hand itching to join in their silent dance of seduction.

"Why don't you get more comfortable?" Subhu suggested, her voice a seductive purr. Alice looked at her, wide-eyed and unsure, but the curiosity was clear in her gaze. With a knowing smile, Subhu rose to her feet and held out her hand. "Let me show you something," she said, leading Alice to the bedroom.

My heart raced as I heard the rustle of fabric, the hushed whispers of the women as they rummaged through Subhu's closet. After what felt like an eternity, they emerged, and my breath caught in my throat. Subhu had convinced Alice to don a skimpy lingerie set, the fabric barely containing her slim frame. Her breasts were pushed up, creating the illusion of cleavage she hadn't had before, and the lace trim of her panties peeked out from beneath the hem of the short dress.

Alice's cheeks were flushed, and she looked to me for reassurance, her eyes wide and uncertain. I couldn't help but let out a low whistle of appreciation. "You look stunning," I murmured, and she blushed even deeper, her hand fluttering to her chest. Subhu's grin was triumphant, her eyes gleaming with desire.

The three of us settled back into the living room, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. The movie played on, the sound of kissing and moaning providing a sultry backdrop to our own escalating passions. Subhu's hand found its way back to Alice's thigh, her fingertips tracing the smooth skin with the same gentle precision she had used before. Alice's eyes never left the screen, but her breath hitched with every touch.

Subhu leaned closer, her breasts pressing against Alice's arm, the fabric of their outfits the only barrier. I couldn't take my eyes off of them, the way Subhu's hand slid up and down, inching closer to the apex of Alice's thighs. Alice's breathing grew more ragged, her eyes still glued to the screen, but her body was telling a different story. Subhu's other hand went to the back of Alice's neck, her fingers tangling in the intern's hair as she guided her closer.

Before long, we were all but mirroring the passionate scenes unfolding on the screen. Subhu's dress had ridden up, exposing the top of her stockings and the bare skin of her thighs. Alice's own dress was hiked up, revealing the lacy band of her panties. My own clothes were discarded around me, my cock standing at attention as I watched the two of them. Subhu's hand slid beneath Alice's dress, her fingertips grazing the soft skin of her stomach. Alice gasped, her eyes finally meeting mine, and I knew she was ready.

Subhu leaned in, her mouth capturing Alice's in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. Alice's hands found their way to Subhu's breasts, her inexperience showing in her tentative touches. But Subhu was patient, guiding Alice's hands to squeeze and caress her, her moans of pleasure growing louder. The sight was incredible, watching the innocent intern explore the body of the woman I had grown to crave.

As they kissed, I couldn't resist the temptation any longer. I slid closer, my hand reaching for Alice's thigh, feeling the heat emanating from her. She gasped into Subhu's mouth as my fingers found the damp fabric of her panties. Her eyes searched mine for reassurance, and I gave her a nod of encouragement. With trembling hands, I pushed aside the lace, revealing the pink, swollen flesh beneath. She was already wet, her desire for us palpable.

Her pussy was perfect, a neat little slit begging to be explored. I traced my index finger along the seam, feeling her shiver as I touched the sensitive skin. Subhu broke their kiss, watching me intently as I began to tease Alice's clit. She was so responsive, her hips bucking against my touch. Subhu whispered instructions in her ear, urging her to relax and enjoy the sensation.

With a gentle push, I slid my finger inside her, feeling the tightness of her virginity give way. Alice gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Oh God," she murmured, her voice breathless. Subhu leaned in, capturing Alice's mouth in a fiery kiss, muffling her whimpers. I pumped my finger in and out of her, feeling her body slowly start to give in to the pleasure.

Her pussy was tight, the walls clamping down on me as I worked my way in deeper. Her hips began to rock in time with my movements, her hands gripping the cushions beneath her. Subhu's hand was still on her neck, her thumb tracing circles on Alice's skin, keeping her in a state of blissful submission. I watched as the intern's body started to respond, her breaths growing ragged, her chest heaving with each new sensation.

Subhu's eyes never left mine as she watched me claim Alice's virginity, a smirk playing on her lips. She leaned closer, her own hand sliding down to cup one of Alice's small, pert breasts. Her thumb flicked over the nipple, drawing a gasp from the intern. Alice's eyes fluttered closed, lost in the dual sensation of pleasure from both of us. Subhu's other hand slid down to her own crotch, her fingers slipping into her panties as she watched me fuck Alice with my hand.

The sound of fabric ripping made us all jump. Subhu had torn Alice's dress open, exposing her completely to us. Her breasts were small but firm, the nipples pink and hard with desire. Subhu's mouth descended on one, sucking and biting gently, drawing a moan from Alice that was muffled by our kiss. The intern's hands were tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as she rocked her hips against my hand.

As I played with Alice's clit, Subhu's hand moved to the other breast, her thumb and forefinger teasing the nipple into a tight peak. Alice's eyes rolled back, and she gasped for air as our tongues danced together. The room was a cacophony of sounds: the wetness of my fingers, Subhu's moans, and the squeak of the couch beneath us.

Subhu's breath was hot against my ear as she whispered, "It's time." I nodded, understanding what she meant. Slowly, I withdrew my hand from Alice's panties, her body tensing as she was left momentarily wanting. I leaned over, capturing Alice's mouth in a kiss, tasting the sweetness of her lips and the hint of wine. She responded eagerly, her tongue darting out to meet mine.

Subhu's hand replaced mine, her skilled fingers continuing the dance that had started. Meanwhile, she pushed herself down, her mouth finding my erect cock. She took me in her mouth, her warmth and wetness enveloping me in a wave of pleasure that made me groan into Alice's mouth. Her tongue swirled around my tip as Alice watched, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal.

Breaking the kiss, I turned my attention to Alice's exposed pussy, her sweet scent filling the air. She was so wet, and I could see the glistening evidence of her desire. With a gentle touch, I parted her folds with my thumbs and leaned in, my tongue darting out to taste her. She was heavenly, a blend of sweetness and musk that sent my senses reeling. Alice's hands grabbed onto my shoulders, her nails digging in as I explored her with my tongue, her body arching up off the couch.

Subhu watched intently, her mouth still wrapped around my cock, her eyes never leaving Alice's face. Her own hand was buried in her panties, her hips moving in time with my strokes. The sight of her pleasuring herself while I tasted the intern was more than I could handle, and I felt my orgasm building. I sucked harder, my tongue flicking over Alice's clit in a rapid rhythm, her breath coming in short gasps.

Alice's body tensed, and she let out a low, keening moan that grew louder with each passing second. Her hands gripped the couch cushions, her knuckles white with the effort of holding on. Subhu's hand reached up to cover Alice's mouth, muffling her cries of pleasure. The intern's eyes were wide with shock and pleasure, and she looked up at me with an intensity that made my stomach clench.

Subhu's mouth was a warm, wet heaven around my cock, her tongue swirling and dancing with every beat of my pulse. I felt myself getting closer to the edge, my hips jerking slightly with the effort of not coming too soon. But the sight of Alice's body, writhing in pleasure beneath my touch, was too much to resist. With a final, desperate moan, I pulled out of Subhu's mouth and positioned myself between Alice's legs, my cock poised at her entrance.

"Is it a safe day?" I murmured, looking into her eyes, which were glazed over with desire. Alice nodded in no, her breath hitching in anticipation. But Subhu had other plans. She sat up, her hand still buried in her own panties, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Fuck that," she said, her voice low and hungry. "I want to feel you come inside her."

Her words sent a bolt of excitement through me, and I knew that this was a moment I would never forget. Alice's eyes widened, but she didn't protest as Subhu leaned in and whispered in her ear. "Do you want to feel it?" she asked, her breath hot against Alice's skin. The intern's nod was barely perceptible, but it was all the invitation I needed.

I positioned myself, the tip of my cock poised at the entrance to Alice's tight, wet pussy. She took a deep breath, her eyes locked on mine, and I could see the nerves and excitement warring within her. "Remember," she gasped, "not inside." Subhu's hand slid down to cup one of Alice's breasts, her thumb flicking the nipple. "I'll make sure of it," she said, her voice thick with lust.

With a gentle push, I entered Alice, her tightness gripping me like a vice. She whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed as she adjusted to the sensation. Subhu watched, her own hand moving faster between her legs. "So tight," she murmured, her eyes on Alice's face. "So perfect." Alice's breath hitched, and she bit her lip as I pushed deeper.

Subhu leaned over, her mouth close to Alice's ear. "Feel him?" she whispered. "Feel how much he wants you?" Alice nodded, her eyes still closed. Subhu's hand slid down to my cock, her fingers wrapping around the base as she guided me deeper into the intern's pussy. "Just relax," she instructed, her voice a seductive purr. "Let him fill you up."

As I pushed further in, I could feel Alice's body tense around me, the tightness of her virginity giving way. She was so wet, so warm, and the feeling was indescribable. Subhu's hand remained firmly in place, ensuring that I didn't go too deep. "Just the tip," she murmured, her eyes on me, watching every move. "Let her get used to it."

Alice's eyes flew open, and she looked up at me, a mix of shock and pleasure etched on her face. "Oh God," she breathed, her voice trembling. "It's...it's so much."

Subhu's grip tightened on my cock, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Just the tip," she murmured to Alice, her eyes gleaming with a dark excitement. "It's just the beginning, sweetheart." She turned to me, her voice a seductive whisper. "But don't you dare come inside her."

The challenge only served to make my desire more intense. I pulled back, the head of my cock just brushing against Alice's clit. She gasped, her body arching upwards. "P-please," she begged, her voice trembling. Subhu chuckled, her own breathing ragged with arousal. "Not yet," she said, her eyes flicking down to where Alice's hand was clenched around her own panties. "Let's make sure you're ready first."

Her fingers slid down to Alice's pussy, her thumb pressing against the tight ring of her anus. Alice's eyes went wide, and she let out a shocked cry as Subhu began to push, gently working her thumb inside her. "You're going to love this," Subhu promised, her voice a soft, seductive whisper. "It'll make everything feel so much better."

Alice's body was a canvas of sensation, her mind racing with the newness of it all. She looked up at me, her eyes pleading, but I could see the desire burning in their depths. I knew she was ready for more, so I took a deep breath and slid my cock back into her, going deeper than before. The feeling was exquisite, her walls stretching to accommodate me. Subhu's hand moved faster, her thumb working in tandem with my cock, pushing and retreating in a rhythm that had Alice panting and moaning.

Subhu's voice was a sultry command in the quiet room, her words echoing in my ears. "Take her," she whispered. "Claim her, but remember, not inside her." Her eyes never left mine, the challenge clear. I nodded, understanding the game we were playing. The thrill of potentially impregnating Alice, of leaving a part of me inside her, was intoxicating. But we had a plan, and I was determined to stick to it.

Subhu's thumb slid out of Alice's ass, and she moved aside, her eyes never leaving Alice's face. The intern looked up at me with a mix of excitement and fear, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, whispering reassurances into her ear. "It's okay," I murmured. "We're in this together."

With Subhu's encouragement, I began to thrust into Alice, her tightness enveloping me with each stroke. She moaned, her body arching into mine, her hips moving in a silent plea for more. Subhu watched us, her own hand still working between her legs. "Look at her," she whispered. "Look how much she wants it."

I leaned down, capturing Alice's mouth in a deep, hungry kiss as I increased my pace. She met me with equal passion, her hands pulling me closer as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Subhu's hand slid over my back, her nails digging in slightly. "Make her cum," she urged, her voice low and needy. "And then, give her what she really wants."

Alice's body was a symphony of pleasure, her soft moans and gasps music to my ears. Subhu's hand slid down to her own pussy, her fingers working in a frenzied motion as she watched us. I could feel the tension building, the pressure inside of me growing with every stroke. Alice's pussy was slick with desire, and her body was begging for release.

"I want you to cum inside her," Subhu's voice was a whisper of temptation, her eyes boring into mine. "Make her yours."

Alice's eyes grew wide with surprise, and she tried to push me away, but her movements were weak and desperate. "No," she whimpered, "please, not inside." But Subhu's hand was like a vise around my cock, her thumb pressing against my base, keeping me firmly in place. "You want this," she murmured to Alice, her voice like silk. "You want to feel him fill you up."

The idea was intoxicating, the power of creation dancing at the edges of my consciousness. Subhu's hand slid down to Alice's clit, her movements precise and purposeful. "Look at her," she whispered, her eyes never leaving mine. "Look how close she is." Alice's eyes were squeezed shut, her face a mask of pleasure and fear. I could feel her pussy contracting around me, her orgasm approaching like a freight train.

"Do it," Subhu urged, her own hand moving faster. "Make her yours." Her thumb pressed against my base, pushing me closer to the edge. "Show her what it feels like."

Alice's eyes snapped open, the reality of the situation hitting her like a sledgehammer. "Subhu," she gasped, her voice shaking. "You want..."

Subhu's smile was wicked, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes," she murmured, her hand never stopping its dance on Alice's clit. "I want you to feel what it's like to be filled up." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Alice's ear. "I want you to carry his baby."

Alice's eyes went wide, her body stiffening beneath me. "No," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. "Please, I can't..."

Subhu's hand slid up to cover Alice's mouth, silencing her protests. "It's what we all want," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "You want it, I want it, and he definitely wants it." Her eyes never left mine, the challenge in them unmistakable. "Show her how much you want it."

I could feel the pressure building, the need to fill Alice with my cum almost too intense to resist. Subhu's thumb remained firmly in place, keeping me from going too deep, ensuring that when I came, it would be inside Alice. Her own hand worked faster, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she edged closer to her own climax. "Do it," she whispered, her eyes locked on mine. "Make her pregnant."

The idea was overwhelming, the power of creation pulsing through me with every beat of my heart. Alice's eyes searched mine, desperation and arousal warring in their depths. "Please," she gasped, her voice a tremble of need. "Don't...I don't know if I can..."

But the desire was too great, the thrill of the moment too intense to resist. With a primal growl, I gave in to the urge, my cock pulsing as ropes of cum shot deep inside her. Alice's eyes widened, and she let out a sob that was muffled by Subhu's hand. Her pussy clenched around me, her body shaking with the force of her own orgasm. The feeling of her walls contracting around me, milking every drop of cum from my cock, was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

Subhu leaned back, watching with a satisfied smile as I pulled out of Alice. She was a mess, her pussy glistening with my seed, her face a picture of shock and pleasure. Tears streaked down her cheeks as she looked at me with a mix of fear and wonder. "It's okay," I murmured, stroking her hair. "It'll be okay."

But Subhu was already on the move, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She rummaged through her purse and pulled out a small pill. "Here," she said, her voice gentle. "Take this." Alice looked at the pill in her hand, her eyes wide and filled with unshed tears. "What is it?" she whispered.

Subhu leaned in, her voice a soothing whisper. "It's a little something to ensure you won't get pregnant," she assured her, her eyes holding a mischievous twinkle. "I was just kidding earlier. It's a contraceptive, sweetie. Just a precaution." Alice took the pill, her hands shaking as she placed it on her tongue and swallowed it down with a gulp of water. Subhu's touch was gentle as she wiped the tears from Alice's cheeks. "It's okay," she murmured. "Everything's going to be fine."

The room was silent for a moment, the only sounds our ragged breathing and the quiet throb of our hearts. The reality of what had just transpired settled in, a mix of guilt and exhilaration swirling within me. Subhu's hand slid down to my cock, still semi-hard, and gave it a playful squeeze. "Good boy," she said with a wink. "Now let's make sure we all get what we want."

Subhu leaned in and kissed Alice gently, her tongue slipping into the intern's mouth to taste the mix of fear and desire that lingered there. Alice responded tentatively, but the kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as if she needed to reaffirm her participation in this twisted dance.

With a knowing smile, Subhu pulled away and looked at me, her eyes a storm of lust. "Your turn," she said, her voice low and smoky. I didn't need any further prompting. I bent down and took one of Alice's perfect, pink nipples into my mouth, suckling it gently. It was like tasting heaven, her skin soft and tender, the little nub of her nipple hardening against my tongue.

Alice's eyes were wide, watching as Subhu leaned over to claim the other breast. Our mouths worked in tandem, each of us worshipping her perfect, round mounds. Her breath hitched with each pull, her body arching upwards towards us as if begging for more. The sound of our sucking filled the room, a symphony of passion that seemed to echo off the walls.

Her skin was like velvet under my tongue, her nipples hard and responsive to my touch. Subhu's teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, making Alice gasp and writhe. She tasted like sweet nectar, and I couldn't get enough. My cock grew harder with each swipe of my tongue, the sensation of her tight pussy still fresh in my mind. The power of what we had done thrummed through me, and I knew that Subhu was right. Alice had been claimed, and she was ours to enjoy.

But then, something unexpected happened. As Subhu and I took turns teasing Alice's nipples with our mouths, we both felt a sudden wetness. Subhu pulled away, a look of surprise on her face, and Alice whimpered, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "What is that?" I asked, my voice filled with a mix of confusion and excitement.

Subhu's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in closer. "It seems someone's milk has come in," she murmured, her tongue flicking out to catch a droplet that had beaded on Alice's nipple. She closed her eyes and hummed in appreciation. "It's so sweet," she whispered, and the sound of her voice sent a shiver down Alice's spine.

The intern's body was a canvas of sensation, her mind racing with the implications of what was happening. She had always been a late bloomer, and the sudden onset of lactation was something she had never anticipated. Subhu's lips closed around her other nipple, and Alice felt the gentle tug as she suckled. The sensation was strange, but not unpleasant, and she found herself leaning into it, her body responding despite her initial shock.

Subhu looked up at me, her eyes alight with excitement. "Look," she said, her mouth full of Alice's breast. She pulled away, revealing the trickle of white liquid that spilled from Alice's nipple. "It's like a gift," she whispered, her voice thick with arousal. "A gift from you to us."

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Alice's chest was heaving with each breath, her eyes glazed with a mix of pleasure and shock. Subhu took my hand and guided it to the leaking nipple, the warmth and wetness surprisingly erotic. "Taste it," she urged, her voice a seductive whisper. "It's the sweetest thing you'll ever taste."

Obeying, I leaned in and licked the droplet of milk from Alice's skin. It was indeed sweet, with a hint of something primal that made my cock throb. Subhu's eyes were locked on me, watching my reaction with a smug satisfaction. "It's because of the hormones," she said, her voice still a soft purr. "The excitement, the fear, it all stimulates her body to produce milk. It's a sign that she's ready to be claimed."

Without another word, she turned back to Alice, her mouth latching onto the other nipple. The intern's body jerked, a soft moan escaping her lips as Subhu's experienced mouth drew more of the sweet liquid from her body. I watched, mesmerized by the sight, as Subhu's cheeks hollowed with each suckle. Her hand reached down to her own pussy, her fingers sliding through her wetness as she watched me with hooded eyes.

"Come here," she murmured, her voice thick with need. I moved closer, my cock standing at attention, and she guided it into her waiting mouth. The feel of her tongue against my sensitive skin was electrifying, especially knowing that moments ago, it had been buried in Alice's pussy. Subhu's mouth was a masterpiece, her teeth grazing my shaft as she bobbed her head in a slow, steady rhythm.

Her eyes never left mine, the challenge from earlier now a silent demand. I felt the pressure building, the taste of Alice's milk still lingering on my tongue. Subhu's hand found my balls, gently squeezing as she sucked harder, urging me closer to the edge. The room was a whirlwind of scents and sounds - the musky scent of arousal, the soft squelch of wetness, and the rhythmic sounds of sucking and swallowing.

I could feel the base of my cock tighten, the familiar tingle starting to build. Subhu was a master at this game, her mouth working magic as she brought me closer and closer to climax. Alice watched, her own hand tentatively playing with her clit, her eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of envy. I reached down, my hand tangling in Subhu's hair, and pulled her off me. "I want to see you cum," I said, my voice low and gruff with desire.

Her eyes flashed with excitement as she straddled Alice, her own wetness glistening in the soft light of the room. "Ready?" she asked, and Alice nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. Subhu leaned down, her breasts pressing against Alice's chest, and began to kiss her again. The intern's hands roamed over Subhu's body, exploring the curves and valleys with an innocence that made me ache.

With a grin, I stepped back, watching as Subhu's hand slid down to her own pussy, her fingers disappearing into the folds. She began to rub herself in time with the kiss, her breath hitching with each stroke. Alice's own hand followed, her fingers tentatively touching her clit. Subhu broke the kiss, turning to me with a wink. "Why don't you show her how it's done?"

I didn't need to be told twice. I slammed into Subhu, her wetness enveloping me as she let out a moan of pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she leaned back, giving me full access to her body. Alice watched, her own hand moving faster as she mimicked the movements she saw. Subhu's orgasm was like a wave, crashing over her and taking us both with it. Her pussy clamped down on my cock, her body shaking with the force of her release.

But I was too far gone to stop, my own climax just a heartbeat away. I pulled out of Subhu with a wet pop, my cock glistening with her juices. Alice's eyes went wide as I turned to her, her pussy still gaping from our earlier encounter. "Ready?" I asked, my voice a low growl. She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine.

With one swift motion, I pulled Alice towards me, her body a willing ragdoll in my arms. My cock slammed into her, her tightness a stark contrast to Subhu's welcoming warmth. She let out a cry of pain that was music to my ears, her body stiffening as she adjusted to the sudden intrusion. "Relax," I murmured, my hands on her hips as I began to thrust in and out of her. "You're going to love it."

Subhu's eyes never left us, her own hand still working between her legs as she watched with a rapturous gaze. "Good boy," she purred, her voice low and encouraging. "Just like that."

Alice's cries grew louder, and I could see the pain etched on her face. Subhu leaned over, her hand moving to cup Alice's cheek, her thumb wiping away a tear. "It's okay," she cooed. "It'll get better, I promise." Alice's eyes searched Subhu's for comfort, and she nodded, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

With a gentle smile, Subhu turned back to me. "Give it to her," she urged, her voice a seductive whisper. "Fuck her like she's never been fucked before." And so, I did.

I slammed into Alice again and again, her cries of pain mingling with my grunts of pleasure. Subhu's hand never left her face, her thumb brushing away the tears that spilled from Alice's eyes. With each stroke, Alice's body grew more accustomed to the intrusion, her cries turning into whimpers and then moans of pleasure. Her hips began to meet mine, her pussy tightening around my cock as she approached her own climax.

Subhu leaned in, her mouth claiming Alice's once more as I felt the pressure building inside me. With a roar, I gave three final, deep thrusts, and Alice's body stiffened as she was pushed over the edge. She screamed into Subhu's mouth, her body shaking with the force of her release. And as I erupted inside her, filling her with my cum, I watched in amazement as a small spray of milk shot from her nipples, painting Subhu's chin and neck with its sticky sweetness.

Subhu pulled back, a surprised laugh bubbling from her throat. She wiped the milk from her face with a playful grin, then bent back down to capture Alice's mouth again. Their kiss grew more passionate, more desperate, as if they were trying to devour each other's very essence. The room was a symphony of pleasure, of three bodies intertwined in a dance of lust and power.

When we finally pulled apart, panting and sated, Subhu leaned over Alice, her eyes searching the intern's face. "How was it, baby?" she asked, her voice thick with satisfaction. Alice's eyes fluttered open, her chest heaving. She looked up at me, a mix of awe and trepidation in her gaze. "It... it was intense," she managed to murmur. "But I liked it."

Subhu's smile grew wider, a smug look of victory in her eyes. She kissed Alice gently, then turned to me. "I think we've exhausted her," she said with a laugh. "Let's get some rest." She climbed off the bed, her body moving with a grace that belied the passionate frenzy we had just shared. Alice and I exchanged a look, our bodies still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Subhu led us into the bedroom, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over the plush king-sized bed. She handed us both a glass of water, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Drink up," she said, her voice gentle. "You'll need it." We obeyed, the cold liquid soothing our parched throats.

Alice's eyes never left Subhu's face, a mix of adoration and trepidation. "How was it?" Subhu asked again, her tone soothing. "It was... amazing," Alice replied, her voice still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Subhu nodded, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "I knew you'd love it," she murmured, her hand sliding down to stroke Alice's cheek.

The room was thick with the scent of sex and the musk of our desire. Subhu's bedroom was a sanctuary of velvet darkness, the only light coming from the dim lamp on her nightstand. The plush king-sized bed beckoned, a sea of wrinkled sheets and tangled limbs. "Come," Subhu said, her voice a gentle command. "Let's get some rest."

We both followed her, our naked bodies moving in a silent symphony of exhaustion and satisfaction. Alice's hand found mine, her eyes still a mix of fear and excitement. Subhu climbed in first, her body a canvas of curves and shadows. She lay in the middle, a seductive smile playing on her lips as she patted the space beside her. Alice and I took our places, her body curling into mine, my arm wrapping protectively around her.

We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined, the air thick with the scent of sex and the promise of more to come. Subhu's hand reached out, her fingers tracing a lazy pattern on Alice's stomach. The intern's skin was still slick with sweat, and her muscles quivered under the gentle touch. "You're so beautiful," Subhu murmured, her voice a gentle caress. Alice blushed, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink.

Her eyes searched mine, a silent question in their depths. I smiled, my hand reaching out to cup her cheek, my thumb brushing away a stray tear. "You're incredible," I whispered, my voice filled with wonder. "You're everything we could have hoped for."

Alice's eyes shone with a newfound confidence as she snuggled closer, her body fitting perfectly against mine. Subhu's hand trailed down my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of muscle that stood out in stark relief against the pale skin. "You two are so sweet together," she murmured, her voice a gentle purr.

We played with each other's bodies, exploring and teasing, the tension from earlier dissipating into the warmth of the room. Subhu's touch was gentle, almost reverent, as she traced the curve of Alice's hip and the soft swell of her belly. Alice's hand found its way to my cock, her fingers wrapping around me tentatively. I gasped as she began to stroke, her touch surprisingly firm and sure.

Subhu watched us, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "You two are so beautiful together," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "I can't wait to see what the future holds for us."

We slept, our bodies tangled together in a mess of limbs and passion-soaked sheets. When we woke, the sun was already high in the sky, casting a warm glow through the curtains. A month had passed since that fateful night, and the office had been abuzz with whispers and glances. Alice had transformed before our eyes, her A-cup breasts now swollen to a generous F, a testament to the hormones that had been unleashed within her.

As we sat around the office table for tea break, the topic of Alice's newfound assets was unavoidable. The whispers grew louder, the glances more pointed. Subhu took a sip of her tea, a smug smile playing on her lips as she listened to the hushed conversations. She leaned over to me, her voice low and filled with mirth. "You should see the betting pool," she murmured. "They're all dying to know who's been filling her up so well."

I couldn't help but chuckle at her words, glancing over at Alice who blushed furiously, her eyes cast down at her steaming mug. Her dress had been subtly altered to accommodate her new size, but even the most modest of adjustments couldn't hide the swell of her chest. She looked up at us, her eyes wide and innocent. "It's just... they grew so fast," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Subhu's smile grew wicked, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Nature's way of saying 'thank you' for a job well done," she quipped, winking at me. Alice's blush deepened, but she couldn't hide the spark of excitement in her gaze. She knew the truth, and the power of that secret thrilled her.

As the days passed, Alice became more comfortable with her new role in our twisted little trio. Her innocence remained intact, but there was a newfound confidence in the way she carried herself. The way she'd lean into my touch, the way she'd look to Subhu for approval, it was all intoxicating. We had created something beautifully twisted together, and I found myself craving more of the thrill it brought.

One evening, as we sat in Subhu's office, a group of male colleagues lingered by the door, their eyes lingering on Alice's ample chest. Subhu noticed the attention and smirked. She leaned back in her chair, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You know, Alice," she began, her voice a silky purr, "you're really making us look bad with those things."

Alice blushed, her hands fluttering to cover herself. "Subhu, please," she protested, her voice barely above a whisper. Subhu's smile grew wicked. "Oh, come on," she said, her eyes flicking to the men outside. "They can't help but stare. It's like you're flaunting a pair of diamond earrings and expecting no one to notice."

The guys outside the door took the bait, their whispers growing louder as they discussed Alice's transformation. One of them, a burly IT guy named Sanjay, leaned in closer, his gaze unabashedly raking over Alice's chest. "Looks like she's been hitting the gym," he quipped, and the others snickered. Subhu's eyes narrowed, and she stood, her heels clicking against the floor. "Why don't you come in here and say that to her face?" she challenged, her voice cold and sharp.

They all apologise and ran off . Shubhu me and Alice was in room and subhu teasing them. She walked closer to me and whispered "You liked that right? " She winked and giggled. Alice looked shyly at me, her cheeks still a rosy pink from the earlier commotion. She bit her lower lip and nodded slightly.

Subhu leaned against the desk, her own breasts pressing against her tight shirt. "You know, it's not just the size that's got them all worked up," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "It's what comes out of them that's truly special."

Alice's cheeks burned as she looked down at her chest. "I don't know why it's happening," she murmured, her voice filled with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. Subhu sailed over to her, her hand landing on Alice's shoulder with a gentle squeeze. "It's because you're our little milkmaid," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "And we love it."

With a dramatic flourish, Subhu locked the office door, ensuring our privacy. She turned back to us, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. "Now, let's show them what they're really missing out on." Alice's eyes went wide as Subhu approached her, her hand sliding up to cup one of the swollen mounds. "You can't blame them for staring," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "These are a work of art."

Alice blushed furiously, but she didn't protest as Subhu began to massage her breast, her thumb circling the erect nipple. "Look how much you're teasing him," she said, her eyes flicking to me. "Why don't you give him a taste?" Alice looked at me, her expression a mix of embarrassment and arousal. Subhu's grip tightened, her voice firm. "Do it," she urged.

With trembling hands, Alice reached down and pulled her dress down, exposing one of her swollen breasts. She leaned over the desk, pressing the nipple towards my waiting coffee cup. My heart raced as I watched the first droplets of milk form, the anticipation almost unbearable. With a gentle squeeze, the milk began to flow, filling the cup with a warm, sweet liquid. Subhu leaned in, her breath hot on Alice's skin. "Go on," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

I picked up the cup, the scent of Alice's milk mingling with the aroma of the coffee. Subhu watched, her teeth grazing Alice's earlobe as she spoke. "You know, it's all your fault, don't you?" she murmured, her voice a playful tease. "You're the one who makes her lactate with your insatiable appetite." Alice's eyes met mine, a mix of anger and arousal swirling within them. She nodded, her voice filled with a hint of accusation. "It's true," she murmured. "Every time you touch me, it's like you're turning me into a... a... milk machine."

Subhu's laugh was low and seductive, her hand sliding down to cup Alice's other breast. "And what a delicious machine you are," she purred, her thumb brushing against the nipple. The milk began to flow faster, filling the cup to the brim. Subhu leaned in, her tongue flicking out to catch a stray drop that had escaped. "Mmm," she murmured, her eyes closed in ecstasy. "You taste so sweet, Alice. Like pure temptation in liquid form."

I took a sip of the warm milk, the taste of Alice's body flooding my mouth. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, a heady mix of sweetness and desire. Subhu watched me, her eyes hooded with lust. "Now, let's not be greedy," she said, her voice a gentle purr. "Why don't you let Alice taste some of her own sweetness?"

With a nod, I offered the cup to Alice. She took it hesitantly, her eyes never leaving mine as she brought it to her lips. She took a tentative sip, her expression a mix of surprise and pleasure. "It's... different," she murmured, a small smile playing on her lips. Subhu's hand slid down my chest, her fingernails scratching lightly against my skin. "But delicious, right?" she asked, her voice filled with amusement. Alice nodded, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she took another sip.

Subhu stepped away from us, moving over to her desk. She opened the drawer and pulled out a sleek, black milk extractor. "I ordered this little beauty on Amazon," she said, her eyes glinting with excitement. "It's perfect for when we want to give you a little break," she added, her voice filled with a teasing lilt. Alice's eyes widened, the reality of our situation sinking in. "You're... you're going to...?" she stammered.

Subhu nodded, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she approached Alice with the device. "Don't worry, it'll feel amazing," she assured her, her voice soothing despite the obvious excitement. She attached the suction cup to Alice's still-erect nipple, and Alice gasped as the machine began to work its magic. The sound of milk being drawn filled the room, a testament to the power of our little game.

Subhu leaned back against the desk, watching intently as the milk filled a small glass container attached to the extractor. "Keep drinking," she murmured to me, her eyes never leaving Alice's face. "It'll drive her wild knowing you're enjoying her milk." I took another sip, the taste growing more potent with each swallow. Alice's eyes were closed now, her head thrown back in pleasure as the machine continued to pull from her swollen breast.

"Now, let's not waste any more time," Subhu said, her voice a low growl of desire. She looked at Alice, her eyes gleaming. "Why don't you show him just how much you want him?" Alice looked over at me, her eyes glazed with lust. She set the now-empty coffee cup aside, her hand moving to her own skirt, unzipping it and letting it fall to the floor. She stepped out of her shoes, her legs shaking slightly as she approached the desk.

Subhu's gaze never left Alice's face as she instructed, "On the desk, baby. Let him see all of you." Alice nodded, her breath quickening. She climbed onto the desk, her legs spreading wide. Subhu's hand found my cock, her grip firm and sure as she began to stroke me. "Look at her," she murmured, her voice thick with need. "Look at how much she wants you."

Alice's eyes were locked on mine, her cheeks a deep shade of crimson. The extractor continued to work on her breast, the rhythmic sound of suction punctuating the silence. Subhu's hand grew faster, her strokes more urgent. "Fuck her," she urged, her voice a seductive command. "Claim her like you own her."

I couldn't resist the temptation any longer. I stood and approached the desk, my cock standing tall and proud. Alice's eyes widened as I positioned myself between her legs. Subhu stepped aside, her hand slipping from me to caress Alice's thigh. "You're so beautiful," I murmured, my voice hoarse with desire. Alice nodded, her eyes never leaving mine.

I leaned in, my cock brushing against the soft, wet folds of her pussy. She gasped as I slid inside her, her walls clenching around me. Subhu watched, her own breath coming in short pants. "Look at her," she whispered, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Look at how much she needs you."

The sound of the milk extractor's rhythmic suction filled the room, a constant reminder of the erotic power dynamic we had created. Alice's moans grew louder as I picked up my pace, my hips smacking against the desk. The sound of flesh on flesh echoed through the empty office, mingling with the wet noises of our passion.

Subhu's eyes never left the sight of my cock disappearing into Alice's pussy, her own breathing growing more erratic as she watched. She reached over, her hand slipping into Alice's hair, pulling it gently to expose her neck. Alice's eyes fluttered closed, her body arching as I continued to fuck her. The machine's relentless suckling only added to her pleasure, the sensation of being used for both our desires clearly driving her wild.

The room was a symphony of sounds: the wet slap of our bodies, the whir of the milk extractor, and the occasional gasp from Alice as I hit just the right spot. Subhu watched, her own need growing palpable. She leaned over, her tongue darting out to lick a stray droplet of milk that had escaped the extractor's grasp. "Mmm," she murmured, her eyes never leaving Alice's face. "You're doing so good, baby."

As I felt the familiar tightening in my balls, Subhu's eyes grew more intense. "Cum for me," she urged, her voice a seductive whisper. "Cover her in your seed." With a final, powerful thrust, I did as she asked, my orgasm ripping through me like a storm. Alice's eyes went wide as she felt the warmth fill her, her own climax crashing over her in waves.

As my cum shot into her, a sudden spurt of milk from Alice's other breast hit the desk with a wet splat. Subhu's eyes lit up with excitement, and she quickly repositioned the extractor to catch the errant spray, her movements swift and practiced. She didn't miss a beat, her strokes on my cock never faltering as she made sure to capture every drop of Alice's milk.

"Perfect," Subhu murmured, watching as the last of my seed filled Alice, the excess spilling out onto the desk. "What a mess you've made," she said, her tone filled with mock disapproval, though the glint in her eye gave away her enjoyment. "But I suppose it's only fair that we share the bounty." With a wicked smile, she leaned in and licked the milk from the desk, her eyes never leaving Alice's. The intern's cheeks burned with a mix of humiliation and arousal, her body still quivering from the intensity of her climax.

Subhu's hand didn't stop stroking my now-sensitive cock, milking the last drops of cum from me as she reattached the extractor to Alice's other breast. The machine's suction grew stronger, and Alice's gasp of pleasure was muffled by the hand I had clamped over her mouth. "Look at you, such a good little slut," Subhu whispered, her voice dripping with praise. "You're making a mess and loving every second of it."

The room was a tableau of debauchery, our bodies a tangled mess of sweat and desire. The extractor hummed away, the sound a constant reminder of the power play we had all willingly entered. Alice's eyes were wide with a mix of shock and arousal, her body trembling as the machine did its work. The milk that had spilled onto the desk was quickly forgotten as Subhu leaned in to lick the trail of cum that had dripped onto Alice's stomach, her tongue darting out like a serpent's, hungry for more.

Alice's legs were still wrapped around my waist, holding me tight as if afraid to let go. Her breath was hot against my ear as she whispered, "I can't believe we're doing this." But the tremble in her voice betrayed her excitement.

Subhu stepped back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she surveyed the scene. "You know," she mused, her hand still toying with the milk extractor, "I think we've just leveled up in the office gossip department." She unclipped the device, the sound of released suction causing Alice to whimper. Subhu chuckled, a dark, thrilled sound, and held up the now-full glass of milk. "Looks like we have quite the souvenir."

Alice slid off the desk, her legs wobbly. She pulled her skirt back up, smoothing it down over her thighs with trembling hands. She couldn't meet our eyes, the weight of our secret hanging heavily between us. Subhu, ever the composed one, simply wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin and slipped the glass into her desk drawer with a knowing smile.

"Well, that was quite the break," she said, her voice filled with a lilt of amusement. "Now, let's get back to work, shall we?" She gestured to the pile of papers on the desk, her own clothes perfectly in place, as if nothing had happened. Alice and I exchanged glances, our cheeks still flushed from our tryst.

The days that followed were a mix of anticipation and dread. We had pushed the boundaries of our office affair, and the tension was palpable in every hallway glance and whispered conversation. Subhu reveled in the power she held, her strut more pronounced, her smiles more knowing. Alice blossomed under the attention, her eyes shyly meeting mine when she thought no one was looking, her breasts swollen with unspoken desire.