Chapter 58: Anshika Needs 1
Arahan often thought this was exactly why he hated coming to the office.
The first reason was, even in office, he needs to satisfy Sabiha.
And the second reason was, the place was filled with nothing but women, around 150 of them, and not just any women. These were hardworking, dedicated girls who stitched fashionable clothes day in and day out.
Sabiha had deliberately hired the kind she preferred: young, attractive, single, and preferably without boyfriends. The result? Virtually every single one of them was still a virgin.
Life had been tough on them, family responsibilities, the need to earn money, long hours at the factory, leaving no time or space for romance. They have no boyfriends, no dates. Just endless sewing, completing before deadlines, and suppressed their desires.
But it was changed, the day Arahan first stepped into the factory. Word spread fast among the girls: the handsome young "husband" of Sabiha Ma’am was so charming and dashing.
Suddenly, every pair of eyes followed him. Whispers turned into giggles, then into bold stares. An itch started in every untouched pussy, an itch only his cock could scratch.
If he wanted to, Arahan could have deflowered all 150 of them. And astonishingly, every last one would have said yes without hesitation. They were starving for it, desperate for a man, especially him, to claim them.
The worst (or best) offender was Suhani Rajput, the overall production manager. A confident, curvaceous woman in her mid-twenties, she didn’t even ask permission anymore. The moment she saw him alone, she would strip naked, climb into his lap, and grind her wet pussy and tight ass against his cock until he was rock-hard despite himself. She’d moan shamelessly, begging him to just slide inside, promising she’d be quiet, quick, perfect.
But Arahan always pushed her away—every single time.
He already had three wives draining him dry every day. Adding even one more felt like inviting disaster. He didn’t want to expand the harem. He just wanted to survive.
Yet the temptation was brutal. Deep down, a part of him ached to prove his manhood—to line them up, take them one by one, and watch 150 virgins turn into satisfied, cum-filled women because of him.
But then he thought of Sabiha’s loving yet possessive eyes, Sana’s endless appetite, Bushra’s innocent-yet-hungry pleas, and even Sahil’s needy whimpers. He would sigh, shake his head, and walk away. He even started getting less time to video call Shaista.
He was not even able to visit her, when she gave birth to his son Aryan. And when Sabiha found that, he had a child with Shaista.
She became more jealous, and wanted to become pregnant.
Sabiha returned from her client meeting just as Anshika was still on her knees, eagerly sucking Arahan’s cock with desperate, sloppy devotion. Her cheeks hollowed, her tongue swirled, tears of effort and frustration streaking her face.
Sabiha watched for a moment, then walked over and sat casually beside Arahan on the small couch in the corner office.
"Baby Anshu, it’s no use," she said gently, almost motherly. "He only fucks me. No matter how much you beg or how prettily you suck, his cock isn’t yours to have. You can dream all you want, it’s not happening."
Anshika pulled off with a wet pop, gasping, her lips swollen and shiny. She looked up at them both, eyes wild with pure, unfiltered lust.
"Ma’am, please tell him... just once. Just one single time. Let him bury this thick cock inside my pussy. I can’t take it anymore—I’m burning up. Arahan, please... please, my darling... just once. Feed your Anshu baby your hot cum. I swear, after that I’ll never ask again. I’ll be good. I promise."
She looked like a goddess of raw desire, hair messy, blouse half-unbuttoned, skirt hiked up, thighs trembling. It seemed as if one more denial would set her on fire from the inside. Today, her limit had truly been crossed.
Even Sabiha tilted her head, studying Anshika with a mix of amusement and something softer.
Arahan stared down at Anshika, her lips still parted, glistening, eyes glassy with desperation, and then at Sabiha, who was watching him with that calm, almost amused expression she wore whenever she knew she had already won.
"Jaanu," Sabiha repeated softly, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his thigh, inching closer to his throbbing cock. "Look how much she’s suffering. One time. Just one merciful fuck. You’ll be doing a good deed. Think of it as... employee welfare."
Anshika whimpered, nodding frantically, "Please... I’ll be so quiet. I’ll do whatever you want. I just need it once. I’m dying here, Arahan ji..."
Something inside him snapped.
He had spent months saying no—pushing hands away, making excuses, reminding himself of his three (plus one) exhausting lovers at home. And his 6 lovers in the village and one in Calcutta.
He had told himself he was a family man, not a factory stud. He had convinced himself he could resist forever.
But right now, with Anshika trembling on her knees like she might actually combust, with Sabiha giving him explicit permission, and his cock already leaking pre-cum from the morning’s activities and Anshika’s relentless mouth...
He lost his patience.
"Fine," he growled, voice low and rough. "One time. Only once. And then never again. You understand?"
Anshika’s eyes lit up like she had just been handed salvation. While she thinks inside, ’Yeah baby, just give me one chance, and then I will not let you get away with it.’
She scrambled to her feet so fast she nearly tripped, already yanking her skirt up around her waist and shoving her panties down her thighs.
"Yes—yes! Thank you, thank you—"
Sabiha stood smoothly, locked the small office door with a soft click, and dimmed the lights just enough to give them privacy without making it obvious to anyone passing by outside.
"Be quick about it, jaanu," she said to Arahan with a teasing smile. "Clients are waiting. And don’t break her too badly, she still has to finish today’s production report."
"Forget about today production report, I am going to fuck this bitch so senseless, I will break her in many parts today, that she can’t walk properly," Arahan didn’t waste time on gentleness.
He grabbed Anshika by the waist, spun her around, and bent her over the edge of the desk. Papers scattered. A pen clattered to the floor. She braced her hands on the wood, ass up, legs spread, already dripping down her inner thighs.
He didn’t bother with foreplay, she’d had months of buildup. He lined himself up with her soaked, virgin entrance and pushed in with one slow, deliberate thrust.
Anshika cried out, sharp, half-pain, half-ecstasy, her nails digging into the desk. Her walls clamped down like a vice, so tight it almost hurt him too.
"Fuck... so tight," Arahan hissed through gritted teeth.
Sabiha stepped closer, stroking Anshika’s hair almost tenderly. "Breathe, baby. Let him in. He’s big, but you wanted this."
Anshika nodded frantically, tears streaming down her cheeks, but her hips were already pushing back, greedy for more.
Arahan didn’t hold back. He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and started fucking her in deep, punishing strokes, each one forcing a choked moan from her throat. The desk creaked under them. Wet, obscene slaps echoed in the small room.
