Hello guys, this is Ankur from Bangalore. I am 33 years old, a working professional and married. This is a true story involving my colleague, Pooja. She is 34 years old and married.
We both work in a Big 4 firm in their audit department. Pooja recently shifted from another team to our department.
More about Pooja, she is of fair complexion, 5’6” in height and well-maintained figure (34C-32-36). I am 5’11” in height, well built, and of fair complexion with a beard. I am a hardcore dominating person and like my girl to submit and make her my toy.
There was limited interaction with Pooja initially as she was auditing another company. It was around Christmas, when everybody was on holiday. One day, she pinged me for urgent help.
She was out of town and wanted me to complete her audit checklist on the internal portal. Today was the last day to do the submission, and her VPN was not working. I was the only one in the office that day.
Pooja: Hey, Ankur. Need urgent help!
Ankur: Hi Pooja, you are off. Why are you working?
Pooja: Yaar, I forgot to upload the audit checklist on the portal, and today is the last date. Don’t want an escalation going to the partner.
Ankur: You want me to upload the checklist manually, a10-pager?
Pooja: Please, I will owe you one
Ankur: Ok, but remember it
Pooja: Pakka, thanks.
Once she joined back in January, post her holiday, I pinged her
Ankur: Someone seems to have forgotten the favour?
Pooja: Not at all, chai sutta now or beer this evening?
Ankur: I have plans with my wife in the evening, chai sutta it is.
This is how we started interacting during tea breaks and professional lunches. Considering corporate policies, never thought or imagined her in any inappropriate way. Over the next two months, we became good friends, knowing each other’s lives and personalities.
We used to talk about our personal life, preferences and general topics. Pooja often caught herself lingering longer during conversations with me than she intended. Something was unsettling about him—his confidence, the way he held eye contact without flinching.
It made her uneasy, yet curious. She would later wonder why his presence stayed with her even after work hours, replaying his words in her head and questioning thoughts she had never allowed herself before
One day, during tea break, while interacting, she asked, “How does your wife manage you? Do you have a really aggressive personality? Or before her, you tame yourself?”
Ankur laughed, “Haha. I am the same as her. But she knows how to cool my aggressive nature. Actually, when I am angry, I also get horny, and she knows what to do next.”
Pooja – Oh, I see, dude, that’s really weird. Hopefully, you don’t get angry in the office.
Ankur – Don’t make fun of it. But yes, I keep it under control mostly.
In February, we were told that a new client is being onboarded in Nepal (subsidiary of an Indian company). We will be jointly leading the audit onboarding starting the first week of March. The assignment was for 3 weeks, and we will be travelling to Kathmandu.
During the first week, we were completely occupied with work and were working 12-13 hours daily. We were really exhausted as there was a lot of work, and for execution, we only had two article assistants.
On Saturday, we had a holiday and made plans to visit the local market for shopping and then lunch. We were supposed to meet at 11 am in the lobby.
Around 10.30, my wife called. She was fighting because I was not giving her time for the last 5-6 days, considering the tight schedule. We had heated arguments. I was really angry with her for not understanding. While I was speaking with her, I was getting calls from Pooja, which I didn’t see.
Then the room doorbell rang, and I opened the door. There, Pooja was standing in a white T-shirt and blue jeans. She noticed his mood instantly—the tension in his shoulders, the sharpness in his eyes.
A part of her told her to step back, to give him space. Another part, quieter but persistent, urged her to stay. She didn’t understand why, only that walking away felt harder than standing there.
Pooja: What happened? I called you a couple of times, and anyone could hear you from the living area. Who were you fighting with?
Ankur: Let’s leave it. (In firm and rude tone) You guys continue.
Pooja: Tell me what happened?
Ankur: I had a nasty fight with my wife and was not in the right frame of mind.
I noticed Pooja was staring at my tracks, and because of anger, I had got a boner.
Ankur: You will stare, or you want to come inside?
Pooja was shocked to hear what Ankur just said and couldn’t react.
She nodded, surprisingly.
“Stop me if you want to,” he said, but she didn’t.
He pulled her in and closed the door. Pooja was breathing heavily and couldn’t comprehend what was happening.
Ankur, in swift motion, pushed her against the wall and kissed her neck. He looked into her eyes and kissed her wildly. Pushing his entire body on her and pinning her to the wall. He whispered in her ears – I will own you today. And he felt every inch of her body slowly while kissing her wildly.
He moved his hand on her hips, then slowly came up to her waist, and then to her breasts. With his right hand, he felt her left breast and took it in his palm. He squeezed it hard.
“Ouch,” she screamed. “This is just beginning,” he whispered again, and he squeezed them harder this time. He massaged her boobs slowly but hard and kept kissing her wildly.
He felt her nipples getting erect and pulled them hard. “Do you feel me?”
Pooja was in shock, but with each moment, she couldn’t resist Ankur. Somehow, she was getting aroused by the bold actions of Ankur. She knew everything was wrong. They both were married, but she did not have the strength to resist Ankur.
She nodded and kept her head down. Shame washed over her, yet beneath it was something she could no longer deny—relief. Relief at not having to decide, at letting go of the control she had always carried. The realisation frightened her, but it also made her body respond before her mind could catch up.
Ankur knew he had her, but he wanted her to submit to him completely. He pushed his lower part against her body, making her feel his hardness. He rubbed her cunt over the clothes.
He slapped her pussy over the jeans hard. Pooja went into shock, but this was like never before. Somebody was handling her so roughly and violently. He slapped it harder again.
He opened the jeans button and pulled the jeans down. Revealing her black panties. He felt pussy over the panties, and she was as damp as it could be. He held the pussy in his palms and rubbed it hard. He again slapped it. This time, it hurt her harder as the jeans were not there, and she felt it.
“Ahh,” she said. He slid his fingers inside her panties and whispered again, “Spread them.”
Pooja knew what he meant and spread her legs, submitting to his whims
“You are my slut,” he whispered, and those words hurt her. She has never been called “slut” in her life. He entered his palm in his pants and felt the wet pussy. She was ashamed and closed her eyes.
“See me when I am fingering you,” he said. He entered her cunt with his middle finger and looked into her eyes.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he said
She opened her eyes and saw him, and he went deep in her cunt and started fingering her deep.
“Don’t you feel my fingers?” He asked. She nodded her head, and tears rolled down her face. She couldn’t believe what was happening. He inserted his second finger inside her cunt, and she moaned.
“Do you like this?” He asked. She couldn’t muster the strength to say no, nor could she say yes.
“Answer me bitch,” he shouted.
“Yes,” she said and was shocked at herself.
He kept fingering her and now started biting her neck and fingering her deeply. She knew it was close to her limits. Her body was betraying her, and the guilt was fading away.
She closed her eyes and felt each stroke that Ankur was doing. She grabbed his t-shirt slowly. “Please,” she whispered. That’s all she was able to speak.
“You are going to cum like this,” he said and increased his pace. Her legs started shaking, and slowly she started shutting down her legs and putting them together.
“Bitch you keep them open,” he shouted and fucked her cunt deep with his finger, making his fingers circle inside her pussy.
She was on the brink, and he knew it. He kissed her on the lips and made the final strong movement inside her pussy. She was flooding inside, and he knew it. She pulled his t-shirt wildly and collapsed on his arm.
She cum, and thick liquid rolled down her thigh, sticking to her panties and jeans. He moved his palm out of her panties and licked his fingers clean.
Just then, the juniors called on the room intercom. They were waiting in the lobby for the last 15 minutes.
“Pulled ur panties up and wear your jeans,” he said.
Somehow, he was now controlling her body rather than her. She obeyed and wore her wet panties. And buttoned her jeans. She was not able to look up and face Ankur. They both left the room and entered the lift.
Ankur felt her ass in the lift and spanked her. She couldn’t say anything and kept her head down. They went to shopping. But all the while, Pooja was thinking about the room incident, how Ankur pulled her in and handled her roughly and roughly.
Her husband had never done something like this to her. She felt guilty of cheating, but the more she thought, the more she wanted somebody to handle her like this. She felt the body betraying her.
They had lunch and were now returning.
Ankur and Pooja both entered the lift, and he felt her ass slowly squeezing them, even when there were other guests. Pooja felt uneasy, but she also got wet again.
As they walked out of the lift, Ankur said, “You are coming to my room. I will owe you tonight.” These words echoed in her ears. Being owned by Ankur.
He continued, “If you enter the room, you are my puppet and toy. I will do what I want, how I want and when I want. You will be serving me. I will use you and make you my slut.”
They reached his room. He continued, “Are you coming inside?” She stood there frozen and thinking about what Ankur just said. Her head was down, and her legs were shaking.
“If you want to enter, you will get on your knees and walk on your four inside the room.”
These words shocked her. She felt ashamed and was embarrassed by what Ankur was making her do.
But deep inside, this new experience made her excited, and her panties had got completely wet. She was feeling guilty but wanted Ankur to make her do things that she couldn’t imagine ever doing before.
She was confused. Ankur realised she needed the last push. He waited, watching her struggle with the storm inside her. Pooja closed her eyes. In that moment, she understood the weight of what she was about to do—what it meant, what it would change. The guilt was there. So was the fear.
But stronger than both was the desire she had stopped fighting. Slowly, deliberately, she lowered herself to her knees. Not because he ordered her to—But because she chose to.
I’ll stop here, guys. Hope you enjoyed the story. I’ll continue with Part 2 based on the responses to Part 1.
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