Chapter 59: Anshika Needs 2
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.
"Harder... please... harder..." Anshika begged between sobs of pleasure.
Sabiha watched, one hand idly rubbing herself through her saree, the other still petting Anshika’s head like a proud mother.
"You’re doing so well, Anshu. Take it all. Show him how much you needed this."
Arahan felt the familiar build-up too fast—he was already sensitive from the morning with Sabiha and Anshika’s earlier blowjob. He sped up, slamming into her with brutal force, balls slapping against her clit.
Anshika came first, violently. Her whole body seized, back arching, a strangled scream escaping before Sabiha clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle it. Her pussy spasmed around him, milking him so hard he nearly lost control.
But he held on, just barely.
When her tremors finally slowed, he pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the desk, and drove back in. Face to face now, he watched her eyes roll back as he pounded her through the aftershocks.
"Cum inside me... please... fill me..." she whispered hoarsely.
Sabiha leaned down and kissed Anshika’s forehead. "Good girl. Take your reward."
Arahan’s eyes darkened, a feral glint flashing through them as he heard her desperate plea. "You want my cum, Anshu? Then take every fucking drop."
He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half until her knees nearly touched her chest. The new angle drove him impossibly deeper, hitting spots that made her sob incoherently. The desk rocked violently now, drawers rattling, files sliding off the edge in a cascade of paper.
He fucked her like he meant to ruin her, long, punishing strokes that pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, each thrust forcing a wet, filthy sound from her stretched cunt. Anshika’s nails raked down his forearms, leaving red trails, but she only begged louder.
"More—break me—please—own me—"
Sabiha’s breathing had grown ragged. She slipped a hand inside her blouse, pinching her own nipple while the other slid between her thighs, rubbing slow circles over the damp silk of her panties. "Look at her, Arahan," she murmured, voice thick with lust. "She’s already ruined for anyone else. You’ve claimed her completely."
Arahan growled low in his throat. He leaned down, capturing Anshika’s mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her cries as he pistoned faster, harder. Her body jolted with every impact, breasts bouncing under her half-unbuttoned blouse, nipples hard and straining against the thin fabric.
He felt her clenching again, another orgasm building fast. "Cum with me this time," he ordered against her lips. "Milk me dry, you little slut."
Anshika shattered almost instantly at his words. Her walls fluttered wildly, then clamped down like a fist, dragging him over the edge with her. Arahan buried himself to the hilt and erupted, hot, thick spurts flooding her virgin pussy, painting her insides until it leaked out around his cock and dripped onto the desk.
He kept thrusting through it, grinding deep, forcing every last drop inside while she whimpered and trembled beneath him, completely spent.
When he finally stilled, chest heaving, he stayed buried inside her, letting her feel the weight of him, the evidence of his claim.
Sabiha stepped forward, brushing sweat-damp hair from Anshika’s flushed face. "There, beta," she whispered fondly. "You got what you begged for."
Arahan slowly pulled out, watching his cum spill from her swollen, reddened entrance. Anshika lay there boneless, legs still trembling, a dazed, blissful smile on her tear-streaked face.
He leaned down, voice a dark promise against her ear. "You said one time. But we both know this cunt belongs to me now."
Anshika could only nod weakly, already aching for the next time he would wreck her.
Sabiha chuckled softly, straightening her saree. "Better clean her up, jaanu. She really does have that production report to finish... eventually."
Arahan smirked, already thinking of all the ways he would make sure Anshika never walked straight again.
"No," he said, voice rough with fresh hunger. "I’m not cleaning her up. I’m fucking her again."
Before Anshika could catch her breath or protest, he flipped her over roughly, face-down across the desk again. Her cheek pressed against scattered papers, arms limp, legs trembling from the first brutal round. She whimpered softly, half exhaustion, half anticipation, as he yanked her hips back, forcing her ass high.
He reached for the small bottle of lube Sabiha kept in the drawer for "emergencies," squirted a generous amount onto his still-hard cock, then smeared more across her untouched rear entrance. Her own blood and his leaking cum from her ruined pussy dripped down, mixing with the slick gel, turning everything messy and obscene.
"Relax, Anshu," he growled, pressing the thick head against her tight ring. "You begged to be broken. Now take it all."
He didn’t ease in this time. One firm push and he breached her, stretching her virgin ass inch by merciless inch. Anshika’s cry was raw, muffled against the wood, pain and shock ripping through her, but her body betrayed her, hips twitching back instinctively even as tears streamed anew.
"Fuck... so tight here too," Arahan hissed, gripping her waist hard enough to leave fingerprints. He sank deeper until he bottomed out, balls pressed flush against her dripping cunt.
Then he started moving, slow at first, savoring the vise-like grip, then faster, harder, claiming her completely. The desk groaned under the force. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room again: skin slapping, her choked sobs, the slick glide of lube and cum.
Sabiha watched with hooded eyes, fingers working faster between her own thighs. "Jaanu... Calm down, she needs to work." But she understood, Anshika needs leave of minimum a week to recover from this brutal sex.
Anshika’s arms gave out. She collapsed forward, face buried in her folded arms, body jolting with every punishing thrust. Her legs shook violently, knees buckling, but Arahan held her up by the hips, using her like she was made for this.
"Gonna fill this ass too," he snarled. "Mark you inside and out."
He slammed in one final time—deep, brutal—and came hard. Hot spurts flooded her, pulsing so strongly she felt every jet. Her body convulsed once more in a weak, shattered orgasm, then went completely limp.
When he finally pulled out, a thick trickle of cum and lube spilled from her gaping, reddened hole. Anshika didn’t move. She lay there boneless across the desk, chest heaving in shallow, ragged breaths, eyes glassy and unfocused. Her legs trembled uselessly; when he let go of her hips, she slid halfway down, unable to support her own weight. She would have crumpled to the floor if Sabiha hadn’t caught her shoulders gently.
Arahan stepped back, breathing hard, cock still glistening. He watched Anshika’s wrecked, trembling form with dark satisfaction.
"She won’t be walking straight for days," he said, voice low and final. "And next time... she’ll beg for both holes at once."
Anshika could only manage a faint, broken whimper, too spent to speak, too claimed to deny it.
She lay there panting, dazed, a blissful smile on her tear-streaked face.
Sabiha straightened Arahan’s shirt with casual affection, kissed his cheek, and said, "There. Happy now, Anshu?"
Anshika nodded weakly. "Yes... thank you, Ma’am... thank you, Arahan... But I need to leave."
Sabiha unlocked the door. "I know, take this week to rest."
Anshika nodded.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Arahan turned to Sabiha, half-exasperated, half-amused.
"You’re evil, you know that?"
Sabiha laughed softly, looping her arm through his as they walked toward the meeting room.
"I just like seeing my husband be generous. Besides..." She leaned in, whispering against his ear, "...now the other girls will stop pestering you quite so much. They’ll know you’re taken care of at home."
Arahan sighed, already feeling the familiar exhaustion creeping back in.
"Yeah. Sure. Until tomorrow."
Sabiha squeezed his arm. "Exactly. Now smile for the clients, jaanu. You’ve got a long day ahead."
And just like that, the factory hummed on—150 virgins (149 now) still whispering about him, but at least one of them had finally gotten what she’d been begging for.
Arahan had officially lost his patience.
And somehow, he knew it wouldn’t be the last time.
