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The marketing team was female only but I felt like an odd one out as I was much older than the other girls. There was a good mix among the girls but Jyoti was the head of the team and I was careful not to tread on her toes.
Mr Shah was rarely seen on a day to day basis but as the days progressed I would play for his attention when he was around. I noticed his eyes rest on me for brief moments, perhaps it was my imagination and I was unwilling to acknowledge the subconscious parts that desired his attention. My horny devil enjoyed his lingering looks and she was always alert to his presence.
It was difficult for me to constantly be in the mind of a horny woman that wanted to buy sex toys. There were constant jokes about depraved sex that was easy to dismiss as office banter as it was an all girls office. The sexual atmosphere played havoc with my horny devil.
By the time the day ended, my mind was filled with the filthiest thoughts and my panties were regularly soaking wet. I had invested in a sex toy by this time, a small bullet vibrator. If this was a male office, the Me Too brigade would have closed us down. My horny devil was becoming very stimulated by my new daily routine. My sex life was still barren when it came to men but I was finding a lot more stimulation in my daily life which inevitably led to a growing sexual frustration.
My vibrator was used regularly as I coped with my lack of sex life and the constant feed of sexual thoughts from work. My vibrator was not sometimes enough and I would use a deep tissue massager that I had bought for my neck ache to add some extra pressure between my legs. It was taking regular late night masturbation sessions to keep my horny devil satiated.
Social media and amateur porn models were a big marketing tool for us but this also included watching various videos of them marketing our products. My demeanor at work was always professional but after every day of work, I was unable to finish a shower without directing the shower head between my legs to relieve the tensions of the work day and keep my horny devil at bay.
On a boring Tuesday morning, Mr Shah had arranged a meeting and the whole department had to attend. This was rare since I started and I had rarely seen Mr Shah. Was I disappointed at not seeing more of him? Just a little but I was not willing to admit this to myself but my horny devil would always remind me.
Mr Shah wanted ideas for a new product. He wanted ideas from us all individually by the end of the week and whoever had the best idea would be selected to head the project.
I had led many marketing campaigns and this would be an important opportunity for me but it was too early and I was not really confident in the role. I did not get my hopes up as the girls had been here for a lot longer and they had more grounding in the market than I did.
I did not really have any ideas on what to do and tried not to think about it for a few days. It was the middle of the week and my mother in law was visiting. It was difficult for me to be close to my in laws after everything that happened but my mother in law was sweet and loving.
She was in my bedroom as she was looking for an old cricket shirt of my husband’s. I had thrown his things out long ago. In truth, she was a little nosey and liked to look around.
I walked in to find her switching on the massager and pressing it against her back. I went a deep shade of red at the shame of my innocent mother in law handling something that I had recently used to climax. Even my horny devil went into hiding out of shame.
“There you are Kiran. I have needed one of these back massagers forever but you know my son. He is too cheap. He goes after his father’s family,” she remarked and that tension inside of me eased.
The redness from my cheeks disappeared as a light bulb went off in my head. I went over and gave her a big hug and she dropped the massager in surprise.
It was the spark I needed to give me an idea for my proposal. I did not have much hope as the girls seemed to know how to sell in this sexualized industry and I was pretty much a prude in comparison.
My pitch was simple I took the massager I owned as the premise. It was bulky and with a long wire for the power source. It did not take me long to come up with a concept for a sleeker and easy to use product. One that just had to be waterproof as I thought about my long showers with the shower head. Product design was not my strong point and Mr Shah surely had more adept people for that side.
As to the marketing side well this was where I came up with my 5 point strategy thanks to my lovely mother in law.
I envisioned a mainstream marketing campaign that would target the ordinary woman or repressed housewife as Mr Shah saw us. A product that was ordinarily found in homes to take away from the stigma of having a sex toy.
I had seen the previous marketing campaigns and I knew mine was a little fanciful for this company so I thought nothing of it when I submitted it.
It fatih escort was a few weeks later and Mr Shah had another impromptu meeting. Jyoti was excited about her product being announced, it was like she had some inside information.
Her design was a lot more phallic and the ideal product for the company. Mr Shah announced Jyoti as the winner of the little competition and there was a tinge of disappointment inside of me. Not that I expected to win but it all seemed so predictable.
As the meeting ended we began to make our way out but Mr Shah called me back on my own. Was my proposal that bad that he was going to fire me? A dread built up inside of me.
“Sir, before you say anything, I just want to say I am still learning the ropes and I will have ideas better suited to the company,” I stammered nervously.
He looked at me, taking my whole body in. There was some energy he had that when he looked at me he gave me a vision that he would love nothing more than to ravage my body.
“You have a vision,” he said and for a brief moment I wondered if he was reading my mind about my vision of him fucking me senseless.
“You showed me something unique. You do not come from this world and you offer something these girls cannot. Your idea is with my top product designer.”
“Wow….but sir, you said Jyoti’s proposal won,” I replied in a state of confusion and elation.
“Jyoti is my best worker but what she lacks is insight and experience only an older woman can bring. That is what you have. You have impressed me and that is more important,” he said. Ouch, I felt the sting of being called an older woman.
I had this excitement and giddiness inside of me after the meeting but I tried not to show it to the other girls. A room full of hormonal women made a toxic atmosphere to work in and they could be bitches when they see you have success.
They came to me and expressed their sorrow as they had all assumed that I had been in trouble. I just kept my head down for the rest of the afternoon. I would glance over at Mr Shah’s office as I tried to reconcile the meaning of his words.
Jyoti was excited about working on the new campaign but I also felt I was now establishing myself in the company.
It had been approximately 2 weeks when Mr Shah messaged me late in the evening. The kids were asleep.
“I have a business meeting in Thailand tomorrow and I need you to join me. I need your expertise.”
Was this the opportunity I was waiting for? To move out on my own from under the shadow of Jyoti. But I had children and responsibilities. Did he expect me to just drop them? I could make something work. I would have to if I was to have a career.
“I would love to.” I replied. I thought words would be better than emoji’s with my boss and this opportunity.
“Wear something enticing,” he replied.
“Enticing??” I didn’t want to be uncool and jump to the sexual harassment conclusion so quickly.
“Dictionary?”
Were we now in some weird single word play.
“Ha. I know the meaning but I have nothing that fits the bill.” I tried to ease any awkwardness.
The messages made me a little heated and uncomfortable. I could not explain why. But the idea of dressing enticingly for him? What did he want to see? Would he want to ravage me if I was enticing enough?
He then called me and as I saw his name light up my phone screen my body had this strange tension. He had a way of unnerving me.
I answered, breathless.
“Hello, sir?” I managed to eek out in my breathless state.
“I am too old for messages. I hope you don’t mind that I called,” he said in a surprisingly polite manner.
The tension appeared to be all in my head.
“No, sir. Of course not,” I replied trying to calm my nervous state.
“Your office clothes are on the smart side. As a woman you need to utilize your assets,” he said in a calm tone but my mind was thinking the horniest thoughts.
It made me bite my lip. The horny devil between my legs spoke up, “send him a picture of your tits as a visual of your assets.” Shut up, I said to myself.
“Sir, I don’t like to work in that way,” I replied trying to be calm and unnerved. The horny devil between my legs once more spoke up, “do you think he likes big tits?” I was screaming shut up in my head.
“I have plans for you and you will need to think bigger if you want to work with me. You have to look a certain way if you are to accompany me,” he replied as his tone became firmer.
“What would you prefer I wear?” I asked. The horny devil once more interrupting me, “why don’t you show him your slutty lingerie and send him a picture?” My horny devil was obsessed with sending nudes tonight.
“Stockings, short pencil skirt above knee length, sheer blouses, a light red lipstick…one other thing…even if the men cannot see it, you must wear sexy lingerie. It adds a mystique to a woman,” he said.
I swallowed hard at his description çapa escort of my clothing.
“What makes you think I don’t?” I replied without thinking. The horny devil was escaping her cage.
“Don’t what?” He asked.
“Wear sexy lingerie,” I replied or more the horny devil did as I screamed in my head once more for the horny devil to shut up.
It was now his turn to take a deep breath.
“Let me put it another way, what are you wearing right now?” He asked.
This was turning into a horny conversation and I was getting a kick out of it. My horny devil was tormenting me as I looked down at my long t-shirt with curry stains on it. “Take it off and send him a picture.” My horny devil implored me. I inhaled sharply as I lifted the t-shirt over my head until I was laying down in just my thong but I couldn’t take the picture.
“Just a thong. Nothing else. Is that enticing?” I asked with a wicked smile on my lips as I finally felt like I had the upper hand.
“I don’t believe you,” he replied which knocked my confidence. But it sent my horny devil rattling like crazy. Send it. Prove it to him. My brain was in this hazy, horny mood and I could not deny it anymore.
I took the plunge and snapped a picture to send before the oxygen reached my brain and stopped me from doing something so stupid. I had my arm across my breasts and you could only see my nude body and thong. I was a little insecure about my body fat which I worked hard to reduce but it was hard as I approached 40 and had no time to go to the gym. I always had long legs which was one of my strong points.
“Your clothes do not do your body justice. I will take you shopping,” was all he said as our conversation soon ended. What clothes would do my body justice? I wondered. I was desperate for phone sex but the conversation ended too soon.
My body was insatiable as a deep heat burned through me. I reached for my deep tissue massager and my vibrator. I slid the vibrator inside of my panties as a desperate impatience gripped me. I was already moist as the bullet vibrator parted my folds nestled up next to my silky clit.
I turned on the deep tissue massager and used it to massage my breasts. I began to focus on my nipples as I felt my clit begin to engorge and become so sensitive. I pulled my thong to the side and began to ease the bullet vibrator inside of me. Then I turned up notches on the deep tissue massager as I applied it to my clit.
“Uff! Sir! Sir!” I muttered as I felt a powerful orgasm from within me explode.
My horny devil was becoming powerful as thoughts of seducing Mr Shah began to engulf my perverted mind.
I didn’t go to work but a driver was sent to pick me up. He told me to tell the girls that I was simply not well. I was not allowed to tell anyone about the flight. We were on different flights but we would be sharing an adjoining room. I felt alone on the flight and I wished he was there for company.
I went to the reception at the hotel and they were expecting me to my relief. They provided me with the key cards, one for both rooms. The receptionist was unsure which room was mine and which was Mr Shah’s. I thought he would not be here yet so I could claim whichever room I preferred. I was a little giddy and excited and I always got like this when I was staying at hotels from when I was a young girl.
I was towing my luggage as I opened the door using my body. I stumbled through the door and saw Mr Shah in the room in just his towel. The towel was around his waist but as I stumbled in almost falling over he instinctively tried to stop me falling over but the sudden movement dislodged his towel and well his fat cock was before my hungry eyes.
“Sorry, sir. They gave me the…the…wrong…cock…room. I meant room. I said room,” I was all hot and flustered as I watched him cover himself with his towel. The horny devil had been awoken as that inner voice spoke once more, “suck his fat cock and show him just how enticing you can be.”
He struggled to hide his amusement at my state. I went to open the outside door when he stopped me, “there is no need. Our rooms are connected.”
He opened the doors connecting our two rooms and he smiled as he had an air of confidence about him. I crossed over into my room and collapsed on the bed. Taking a deep breath to try and get over the events of me crashing his room. Why did I want to desperately suck his naked cock? No one could imagine that this old man was some sex god in my head.
I stripped out of my dress until I was just in my bra and panties. I always like a hot shower after a flight. They just made me feel dirty afterwards. After my shower I liked to wear the hotel bathrobe and slippers as I settled into the room.
Soon there was a knock at the internal door and it dawned on me that Mr Shah could walk in at any moment if he really wanted as the internal door was unlocked and I would feel it was rude if I did lock it. “Better to be naked at all times, güngören escort just in case he does walk in unannounced.” My horny devil never missed an opportunity but she was becoming harder to ignore.
I removed the towel from my head and opened the door. My hair was damp and curly as it was often just after a shower.
Mr Shah was just in his bathrobe as he walked into my room confidently. He had a way of making me feel nervous. He had an aura about him and it was fueled by his ego and sense of entitlement.
“I see you have made yourself comfortable. You can enjoy the facilities tomorrow, they have a lovely spa and I have booked a massage for us as our flight is a little later,” he said as he rubbed the lapel of my bathrobe and in doing so touching my breasts inadvertently.
“Thank you sir. I enjoy the little things about hotels like the bathrobe and slippers,” I replied.
“That is for tomorrow. We have a meeting with a product designer and we must be ready in an hour. Dress to entice,” He said before leaving.
He always left me feeling breathless and it took a few minutes to get my breath back. There were some things he said that still lingered on my mind. Had he booked a couples massage for tomorrow? He made me nervous and I was afraid to clarify. It would mean undressing together and I would not be comfortable with this.
He had a way of making me feel uneasy with the way he was beginning to direct what I should and should not wear. In a dark and twisted way, I found it oddly exciting.
I dressed up for our meeting. I had a giddiness and excitement within me about the product that I had started.
The meeting was longer than expected and my horny devil was playing up as I watched the presentation for how they implemented my idea. I felt powerful in that moment as these men were working to impress me. The confidence within me began to grow and I began to grow into the meeting. I had input into the product design and what changes needed to be made from their ideas. Mr Shah gave me a nod of approval by the end.
After the meeting I had a clearer vision for the product and what would happen next. They hoped to have developed a prototype by the end of the month and it would move quickly from there. I was brimming with confidence at the prospect about my role in this project.
On the drive back Mr Shah ordered the driver to take us to a shopping mall and this brought the heat back to my body as I recalled the conversation from the other night.
Mr Shah took me to a high end department store. It had been some time since I bought something high end and I could not hide those bits of excitement. Mr Shah let me browse the various dresses which were way out of my price range. Was he serious about this? The horny devil was beginning to give me confidence that I should test him.
So I picked out a dress at a few thousand dollars but he shook his head no in a dismissive manner. It was a knee length blue dress and it looked smart.
Then we arrived at the more party dresses but it was parties I would not be going to. There were a couple of short cut out dresses. A particular dress that parted between the breasts and I would not have the confidence to wear it. To my shock and horror, this was the one he picked out.
“I could not wear this at work,” I said as I recalled his thoughts on my office wear.
“Sometimes a girl has to play,” he said as he eyed my body. It sent a shiver through me and my horny devil was rattling inside her cage once more. I let him take control and buy the dress. It was his money after all. But he was not done. He took me shoe shopping. He had me try on different shoes and they were all high heels. I giggled to myself as I thought I would dwarf him by wearing them. I always loved shopping and I had little time recently to indulge in shopping for myself. My life was pre-occupied with my children and work.
He liked a particular black stiletto and selected it for me. There was a heat in my body and a moistness between my legs as he selected items for me to wear. I thought that would be the end of our shopping trip and I was slightly disappointed but then he directed me towards the lingerie department and my horny devil was banging at the door of her cage. I went red with embarrassment as I had never shopped for lingerie with a man before.
He began to pick out black stockings and then a garter belt. I had to squeeze my legs together as I imagined modeling it for him.
“Are you able to wear such items?” He asked as he picked up the garter belt and rubbed the lacey material.
“Perhaps, you will need to inspect me to check I am wearing it correctly,” I replied as my horny devil was beginning to creep out of her cage.
Mr Shah raised an eyebrow at my surprising response. He seemed to prefer when I was the demure former housewife that he could intimidate.
He then went over to the thongs and he remarked, “you seem to prefer this underwear.” He said as he selected a lacey thong. He wanted to embarrass me and I went red with shame as I thought back to the picture I sent to him. He was provoking my horny devil and it was hard to keep her in her cage.
“I prefer underwear that is easy to remove,” my horny devil replies. He returns the lacey thong and picks up a g-string thong that ties at the sides like a bikini.