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. No boyfriends, no dates, no stolen moments. Just endless sewing, deadlines, and suppressed desires.
The day Arahan first stepped into the factory, something shifted. 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 come, 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.
"Beta 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, beta. 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.
"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.