I wasn’t part of her interview team.

The first day I saw her was the day

she started working in my team. The
moment I set eyes on her, I knew
what I wanted to lay in her. With
every passing day, the urge to bed
her only kept growing.

Shailaja had just moved to the city

from a small town after her
marriage. The small town girl in the
big city was like a deer in the
headlights. On the one hand, the big
city had her bedazzled and in awe.
On the other hand though,
everything about the city intimidated
her.

Unsure of herself and low on self-

confidence, Shailaja had to look for a
job when her husband’s company
downsized and they needed the
income to make ends meet. Shy and
introverted, she was insecure and
everything about her job scared her.

She had all it needed to succeed. Her

qualifications were exemplary. Her
experience at her home town spoke
volumes for her ability and talent.
Her good looks and well endowed
body were just the cherry on the
cake when it came to dealing with
clients.

Yet, she wasn’t doing well. Her fear

of failure and low self-confidence
made her under perform to an extent
that it was starting to hurt her career
prospects. The pressure was
mounting on me to let her go — it
was the last thing I wanted to do for
very personal and sexual reasons. I
wanted her and the longer she
worked for me, the better were my
chances of getting into her pants
and womb. I had no intentions of
passing up such a delicious
opportunity.

Over the months, we had gone past

being a boss and subordinate and
had become good friends. I had
visited her place, met her family and
loving husband, we had spent many
evenings after office, talking about
her insecurities. During a few of
these talks, she had broken down
and I had held her close — pressing
her boobs against me, caressing her
back and even her ass a couple
times. On each of those occasions, I
had to masturbate multiple times
after getting home to get past how
horny she made me.

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“I am going to be let go, am I not?”

She asked me one day during our 1
on 1 meeting
“Not if I can help it,” I replied
honestly.

She smiled sadly. “Thank you for the

confidence, but we both know I am
not doing enough to hold my job. It’s
only a matter of time,” she added.

“Look, I won’t like. You haven’t been

able to perform as well as you did
back home,” I said. “But I don’t think
it is an issue of ability or talent. You
aren’t a small fish in a big pond Shy
(she had been nicknamed Shy just
days after joining work). You are just
low on confidence and, if you are up
to it, I am willing to work with you on
your confidence.”

“You think it will work?” she asked,

unsure of herself.

“If you believe in yourself and do

whatever it takes, yes.” I replied. “It
won’t be easy and adapting to city
life can mean you have to get out of
your comfort zone. But if you are
willing to do it, there’s no reason you
can’t succeed.”

“I don’t know…” she started.

“Let’s start right there,” I

interrupted, “let’s start with positive
thoughts and shutting out negativity.
What’s the worst that can happen?
Your positive thoughts will not come
true. But that’s better than your
negative thoughts coming true isn’t
it?” I asked.

“Yes,” she smiled, wiping tears that

were forming in her eyes.

“The next thing to work on,” I added,

“is dressing confidently. Try bright
colors and confidence clothes
instead of conservative sarees.”
“How’s that going to help?” she said
protesting.

“Thought we just agreed to be

positive,” I said making her smile
shyly. “You either trust me or you
don’t.”

“I do,” she said interrupting me.

“Wait, let me complete,” I said

holding up my hand, “you either
trust me or you don’t. Not everything
I say and suggest is going to make
sense, but I have 20 years’
experience. If you trust me to make
a difference, you have to let me ok?”

She nodded, looking down at her

feet, unsure of herself.

Holding her chin, I raised her face,

“look me in the eyes, Shy” I said.
When she looked up, it was all I
could do to keep my boner in check
and talk with a straight face, “what
do you see in my eyes.”

“Love,” she said — that’s not love

but lust I was thinking but didn’t say
anything. “I don’t know why you are
so loving towards a failure,” she
added starting to sob.

“Failure is a state of mind,” I replied,

pulling her close into an embrace.
“Like Thomas Alva Edison said before
inventing the light bulb — ‘I haven’t
failed, I have discovered 10,000
ways that won’t work’ — and then he
found one that did and invented the
light bulb.”

She looked up at me as I held her

close, “you think I have hope?”

“I believe there’s a lot of hope,” I

said kissing her forehead. I held her
tighter, pressing her boobs into my
chest, and when she didn’t pull back,
I added, “I have a lot of hope, if you
will let me and follow what I said.”

“I promise,” she said in my shoulder.

“So let’s start with the clothes ok?” I

added, “dress for confidence to
make people take notice.”
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“Do you know swimming?” I asked.

The change in Shailaja since our last
conversation had even me surprised.

“Yes, why?” she asked.

“Do you trust me?” I asked.

“Yes, why?” she asked again.

I handed her a gift box. “Before you
open the box. What it contains is
sexy and provocative. You can take
offense to it and return it. Or you can
trust that this is part of the process
and meet me at this address with it
at 6 am tomorrow.”
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I had a raging hard-on from the

moment I set my eyes on her
wearing the swimsuit and wrap at
the swimming pool of the club I am a
member of. She smiled when she
saw me.

“Sexy!” I said eying her as I

approached her, making her blush.

“Stop it!” she said, “it wasn’t easy

for me ok. I had to fight myself to do
this.” I was struggling to tear my
eyes off her creamy cleavage.
“What do you think ‘this’ is?” I
asked.

“I don’t know,” she replied, “but I

promised to trust and let you help
me, so here I am.”

“Thanks for the trust.” I replied.

“How do you feel?”

“Naked.” she replied, blushing again.

“I wish,” I said and when she looked

up at me shocked, I held up my hand
in defense, “just kidding ok?”

“So what’s the idea?” She asked.

Reaching towards her, I started

untying her wrap, “what are you
doing?” she asked grabbing my
hands, a hint of uncertainty in her
eyes.
Pushing her hands apart, I untied the
wrap and took it off, “what I want
you to do is walk into the pool area
and take a lap in the pool. More
importantly, I want you to watch the
men there, particularly their crotch
and the reaction you have on them.
Ok?”

“Why?”

“I will tell you why when you come

back after the swim,” I said, “Oh and
one more thing. I am going to film
you on my phone and one month
later, we will review it again and you
will see the difference.”

As I watched her walk away, I

smelled the wrap, taking in her
perfume and aching to tear the
swimsuit off her body. I watched her
go to the pool, looking at the men
there, get into the water and swim a
lap. I watched the men looking at
her, pure lust in their eyes, a couple
of them adjusting their erections in
their swimming trunks.

When she returned, I asked, “what

did you notice?”

“Those are horny men,” she said

giggling, her soaking wet body
inches from me, her erect nipples
straining against the swimsuit,
poking against the fabric, a perfectly
formed cameltoe between her legs
promising wonders if I can get past
the swimsuit.

“No,” I said.

“What do you mean no?” she replied,

“they were all looking at me like they
wanted to fuck me, their cocks
becoming hard in their trunks.”
“The lesson here is that you have a
power over men.” I replied. “Most of
them are decent folks with a family,
who never stray or cheat. But they
couldn’t help reacting to your body
and that’s the power YOU have.
Makes sense?” She nodded, a glint in
her eyes telling me her
apprehensions about my intentions
were just proven unfounded and I
had just vindicated her trust in me.

“So we are going to do this everyday

for the next month ok?” I said, giving
her another box. “This contains a few
more swimsuits and bikinis. They are
progressively sexier and showy. The
idea is for you to discover the power
of your sexuality. I think part of your
lack of self-confidence is that you
question your ability as a woman in a
man’s world. Hopefully, doing this for
the next month or so will help you
overcome that apprehension.”

“Ok,” she said, taking the box from

me.
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Shylaja’s Perspective – What does he

want?
Things had been going from bad to
worse for a while. I was a successful
professional in my home town before
my arranged marriage brought me to
the big city. Disagreements in the
family meant my dad lost a lot of our
ancestral property, then had a heart
attack before eventually passing
away. My husband’s layoff and the
mounting bills and loan repayments
meant I had to start working again,
in an environment that was nothing
like my old office.

With every passing day, week and

month, the feeling in my gut that I
was heading for disaster was
growing. My colleagues at work
ranged from snobs and arrogant
women to horny young men whose
roving eyes made no secret of what
they wanted to do with my body. I
knew I was being mentally
undressed and fucked by many of
my colleagues multiple times
everyday.

On the domestic front too, frictions

were increasing. My husband loves
me, but the financial pressures were
straining our marriage. The sex was
an indicator of the change.

The night of our marriage, neither of

us had slept a wink. We had made
love just thrice, but he had devoured
my body all night. He had spent
hours eating me to orgasm after
orgasm. He called me the tastiest
wife ever. Since then, we made love
at least once everyday and he ate
me for at least an hour or two every-
single-day. I don’t recall a single day
when I hadn’t had at least a couple
orgasms. But the impact of the
difficult times was that our sex had
gone from daily to a couple times a
week to once or twice a month.

And then there was my boss — a

handsome middle-aged man in his
40s — who was most understanding
and seemed to have more
confidence in me than I did myself.
He wasn’t judgmental like others and
our friendship seemed only natural.
He felt like family and struck up a
good easy relationship with my
husband and in-laws when he came
home for dinner. So, when he offered
to work with me on my self-
confidence, I had hope.
I couldn’t help questioning his
intentions when he presented me
with a sexy swim suit. I had the
sinking feeling that he too was one
of the hornies for my body. And yet, I
was determined to make this work. I
didn’t have a choice. If I couldn’t
make it work, I was facing losing our
house. So, with a lump in my throat I
showed up in the swimsuit and wrap
he had presented me with. I
expected him to make a move to
seduce me when I went to the
swimming pool, but he was the
perfect gentleman. His logic after my
swimming lap made perfect sense.
The swimsuits he presented me were
erotic to say the least. Wearing sexy
clothes and showing skin wasn’t me.
I was always used to dressing
conservatively, but his logic had
convinced me to give this a go.
Whether it helped or not was another
story, but I was sure as hell going to
try.

Over the next month, lesser and

lesser of my body was covered by
progressively skimpy swimsuits and
bikinis. The lust in the eyes of the
men there and their erections (which
they stopped trying to hide and even
stroked themselves while I was
there) had gone from feeling dirty to
making me feel flattered.

The two-piece thong bikini I wore on

the last day of the month hid
absolutely nothing. It was downright
transparent and both my nipples and
my pussy was as visible through it as
if I was stark naked. Three of the
men at the pool actually came and I
could have sworn my boss too had a
raging erection. I am not sure if it
was the lack of sex at home or my
growing lack of inhibition, but I half-
wished he would have been one of
the men jerking himself off. I half-
wished he would make a move, but
he didn’t do either. I was almost
disappointed that he was the perfect
gentleman.
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The naked truth

“You have been doing better haven’t
you?” I asked her. We were sitting in
my office doing her monthly 1 on 1,
reviewing her performance in the
last month.

“Yes, the numbers have improved,”

she said, “thanks to you.”

“No, thanks to you,” I corrected. “I

showed the direction, but you had to
make a huge leap of faith to get out
of your comfort zone.”

“Yes, it wasn’t easy wearing those

sexy swimming suits and watching
men stroke themselves looking at
me.” She conceded.

“Which reminds me, I wanted to

review the sessions with you too.” I
took out my cell phone on which I
had recorded Shy everyday, and
played the first and last video. “Do
you notice the change in body
language? On the first day, you were
so uncomfortable, you were almost
shaking. Now, on the last day,
though you were almost naked, you
were full of confidence and actually
enjoying the men jerking off to you.
You looked absolutely HOT!”

“You think so?” She asked blushing.

“I do, and so do all the men who

came within minutes thanks to your
display.” I said, “how did you feel?”
“Aroused.” Shy replied blushing even
more. “Thankfully, I was wet from
the swimming otherwise it would
have been quite embarrassing.”

“You were that wet?” I asked. Shy

just nodded. “So are you ready to go
to the next level?”

“Yes,” she said, no hesitation in her

voice anymore. She was actually
eager now.

“I want to introduce you to ‘The

Naked Truth’.” I said. “It’s a book
written by the female CEO of a
Fortune 100 company, who started
out a very self-conscious woman low
on confidence — pretty much like
you. She said what changed her was
what she calls the naked truth.

“It’s a proven fact that we are all our

worst critics. And within that, we are
most critical of our appearance and
body right? I asked and Shy nodded.
“So, what this lady did was,
whenever she had a tough meeting
or presentation, she would stand
stark naked in front of a mirror after
her shower and imagine having the
conversation or doing the
presentation naked. Her mind
naturally did the critical thing of
reminding her of all her flaws — real
and imagined. And because she was
doing a presentation or having a
conversation, it was like the person
evaluating the presentation was
critically evaluating her body. She
would imagine all types of erotic
situations and her challenge was to
not get distracted and to stay
focused on her presentation or
meeting. Over time, her confidence
grew and she was able to handle
tough situations because she had
overcome her worst critic — herself.
Makes sense?”

“Yes, totally!” Shy said, looking

excited.

“So I want you to try that if you want

to.”

“Ok” she said.

“Everyday, after shower, stand

naked in front of the mirror
imagining a conversation or meeting
or presentation you are doing,
thinking of the others reacting to
your body and try to overcome the
distraction and stay focused on your
meeting. Ok?”
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“I can’t do this anymore Sir,” Shy

said handing me her resignation.
“Why?” I said, shocked at this turn of
events. “You have been doing so
well. Everyone is talking about the
turn around and the potential they
see in you.”

“It’s just that…” she hesitated,

“never mind Sir, it’s just not… I can’t
do this anymore.”

“Why?”

“I can’t talk about it.”

“And I thought we were friends who

shared everything.” I said.

“We are, but this is too personal and

sexual to share,” she added, “please
just accept my resignation.”

“I really don’t want to do that,” I said

honestly. “I really wish you could
trust me enough to explain what this
is all about and why you want to
leave.” Shy was sobbing by now.
“Come on Shy, you owe me that
much.” I said, coming over on to her
side of the desk and holding her,
rubbing her arm reassuringly.
Eventually, she shared what her
problem was.
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As he was explaining the Naked

Truth theory, I was getting turned on.
I was already sure this was going to
work. So the next morning, I stood
naked in front of the mirror
imagining my 1 on 1 with him. I
imagined his eyes taking in my
naked body, lingering hungrily on my
breasts and pussy. I imagined him
wanting me and stroking himself like
the men at the pool had. That night,
when my husband fucked me, I
orgasmed after many months.
Over the next few days, my
imagination during the Naked Truth
practices became increasingly vivid
and suggestive.

Yesterday, I imagined me giving my

boss a blowjob and enjoying it. I was
so aroused at the thought that I had
to masturbate to an orgasm thinking
of my boss fucking me. At night,
during sex, while my husband was
fucking me, I was imagining it was
my boss’s cock in me pounding away
and emptying itself deep inside me. I
came with the most violent orgasm I
had in a long time.

After my husband fell asleep, I lay

there ashamed. I was having all
these erotic thoughts about a man
who had been nothing but nice to
me. I was mentally cheating on my
husband and not regretting it. By the
time I fell asleep, I had decided to
resign.
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“I am so sorry Shy,” I lied, feeling

thankful for the table between us
hiding my raging erection, “I
certainly had no intention of causing
problems for you with this.”

“I know Sir,” Shy said between sobs,

wiping her tears.

“I didn’t think this would happen

here in India, as different as we are
culturally.” I said.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, the lady who wrote the story

spoke of a similar initial reaction.”

“What did she do?”

“Well, she faced her demons,” I said,
“but in her case, her boss was gay.
Once she had faced her demons and
the reality replaced her imagination,
she could move on.”

“Oh!” was all Shy could say.

“Well, that’s not a practical solution

in your case,” I said sighing, “it’s a
pity really, because you were doing
so well and I was actually thinking
you were close to a promotion if your
present trend continued for another
few months.”

“I want to.” She said.

“I understand,” I said, “and under

the circumstances, I have to accept
the resignation.”

“No, I meant I want to face my

demons.”

“What?”

“I trust you to be a gentleman Sir.”

She said, “I want to do this and get
past it.”

“I don’t trust myself Shy,” I said,

“with a woman as beautiful as you
naked before me.”

“Please Sir,” she said.

“But how?” I asked, “we can’t do that

kind of thing in the office and it can’t
be at your place with your husband
there. And I don’t trust myself
enough to invite you over to my
place.”

“He is going out of town on work for

a week,” she said, “We can do it at
my place.”
________________________________

I had come over to her place a

couple hours ago. We had talked for
a while and she had gone into great
detail about all the things she
imagined me doing, ending with
cumming inside her and getting her
pregnant. Eventually, it was time to
face her demons and she had gone
off to take her shower. I was so
turned on that I had to jerk myself
off while she was showering. I had
grabbed some tissue paper from her
coffee table and cum in it and
flushed it down the guest toilet
before getting back to the couch to
wait for her to finish her shower.

Eventually, she had stepped into her

bedroom doorway, draped in a towel,
her wet body dripping water. I had
gulped and made no attempt to hide
the effect seeing her that way had
on me. I had worn tracks and my
erection was quite evident.

“You just going to sit there and

stare?” She asked.

“You’re cheating,” I said eventually.

“What do you mean?”

“You are supposed to be naked, not

wearing a towel.” I replied.

“I can’t take the towel off!!!” She

said, her face turning beet red.

“I better leave.” I said.

“No wait.” She said, “I want you to

take it off. That’s how I imagine it.”

“Ok.” I said getting off the couch and

walking towards her. “You better
start practicing the presentation and
whatever I do, you have to keep
going ok?”

She nodded and started going over

her presentation, her eyes glued to
my crotch. Walking up to her, I
kissed her neck, making her gasp.

“Is the gasp part of the

presentation?” I asked, continuing to
kiss her neck and lower down her
torso till I reached the edge of the
towel. She struggled but went back
to her presentation. I kissed her
boobs over the towel while my hands
cupped and caressed her ass. She
was struggling to stay with the
presentation so she closed her eyes
tight and continued as I pressed my
face to her boob, moaning hungrily.

Going behind her, I cupped her

boobs over the towel and kissed her
neck and back, my erection pressed
against her ass. I squeezed her
boobs as I rubbed my crotch against
her, continuing to kiss and lick her
back.

I turned her around to face me. She

still had her eyes shut tight as she
kept talking through her
presentation. I kissed her face, eyes,
nose, ears and chin, before opening
her towel and letting it drop to the
floor. Shy groaned.

“You stay focused on the

presentation.” I said.

“I can’t.” She replied.

“Then I should stop.” I said.

“No, I don’t want you to” she said.

“Ok, then tell me what you want me

to do.”

“In my imagination, you kiss me

while playing with my boobs.” and I
did just that. Her mouth was hungrily
waiting for mine when I kissed her.
As I cupped her boobs, she opened
her mouth and her tongue found
mine. After kissing her hard and
playing with her boobs and nipples
for minutes, I broke the kiss, both of
us gasping for air.

“There’s only one way this ends if we

don’t stop now.” I said, continuing to
pinch her tits.

“I hope it ends the way it does in my

imagination.” she said between
gasps and moans.

Taking one nipple in my mouth, I

started sucking hungrily, while
continuing to play with her other
boob.

“Have you wanted this too?” she

asked pressing my face into her
boob.

“From the day I first saw you.” I

mumbled into her nipple, my hand
going down between her legs and
cupping her pussy. She was soaking
wet.

“That’s not the shower water.” she

said, reading my mind.

Picking her up, I started towards the

guest bedroom.

“Not that way, I want you to take me

in my bed,” she said. So I led her to
the master bedroom and lay her
down in her bed.

Spreading her legs wide, I buried my

face between her legs, my tongue
licking the soaking wet opening of
her shaved pussy.

Withing minutes, I was eating her

hungrily, my tongue fucking her, my
lips sucking on her clit, driving her
wild and making her wriggle as her
body inched towards an orgasm.

When she came, she squirted into

my mouth and I lapped up her
delicious orgasm. I continued eating
her for another hour, through three
more orgasms. I could have eaten
her all day, but she finally pushed
me back.

While she pulled my tracks and

underwear down, I got rid of my tee-
shirt.

“My GOD! You are HUGEEE!!!” she

gushed, taking my shaft in her hand
and stroking it from based to tip.

Taking the head in her mouth, she

started sucking and licking me and
squeezed my balls gently with one
hand while the other continued to
stroke the part of the shaft that she
couldn’t take in her mouth.

For close to 15 minutes, she sucked

and stroked me to full hardness.

“You want to cum in my mouth?” she

asked.

“No, I want to cum inside you,” I

groaned.

“Me too.” she said taking me back in

her mouth and increasing the
intensity of sucking me.

I pushed her back when I was ready

to enter her and lay her back on the
bed.

Spreading her legs, I rubbed my pole

against her sopping wet opening,
lubricating it.

As I pushed my hardness against her

opening, I was amazed at how tight
she was.

Her mouth opened in a silent O as I

pushed into her, inch by inch, pulling
back a bit before pushing further into
her.

“Oh god, it won’t fit,” she groaned.

After nearly a minute, I was buried

inside her to the hilt, my shaft filling
her deep.

“You are touching places inside me I

didn’t even know existed,” she
moaned. I pulled almost all the way
out before shoving it all the way
back into her. Then I pulled out again
and thrust hard to the hilt inside her.

“Aaaaah” she squealed in pleasure,

encouraging me. Having jerked off
once already, I knew I wouldn’t be
cumming soon, but I wanted to make
this last as long as I possibly could.
As I slowly started increasing my
tempo, her screams turned into
grunts and then moans.

When her back started arching in

rhythm with my thrusts, I knew she
her orgasm was close.

I started hammering hard inside her,

increasing my tempo further, drilling
her hard and deep. It took four
minutes before she shook, arching
her back and let out an animal
scream as a violent orgasm took
hold of her. I kept fucking her right
through her orgasm, making it last.
As the first wave started passing
another shook her and then another
and another, each bigger and more
violent than the previous.

I don’t know if she mad multiple

back-to-back orgasms or one
massive one, but she kept cumming
for minutes and I kept plowing her
pussy till she collapsed totally spent.

“Oh god…. oh god…. oh god….” she

kept moaning, cheering me on as I
pounded her hard, inching closer and
closer to my own climax.

When it came, I buried myself all the

way into her and let go, filling her
with spurt after spurt of my cum,
flooding her for close to a minute
before I collapsed on her spent. We
both drifted off to sleep.
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When I woke up, she was laying
naked on her elbow, looking at me.

“Regretting it?” I asked.

“No,” she said, shaking her head.

“You?”

“No,” I said, “just wondering if you’d

want to do it again.”

I proceeded to fuck her again, filling

her pussy before taking her ass and
filling it too. By the time she sucked
me to an orgasm that night,
swallowing my cum, we had been
fucking for hours. She and I had both
lost count of the number of orgasms
she had.

We fucked through the night and the

next day taking short breaks to
recharge our batteries and hunger
for each other.

It’s been six months now and we

have fucked at every opportunity. I
just handed her a well-earned
promotion and she announced her
pregnancy.

“Does this change anything?” I

asked, wondering what she might
expect now that she was pregnant.

“Only that my husband is thrilled

thinking he got me pregnant.” she
smiled.

“So we’re on for tonight?” I asked.

“Only if you promise to go all night.”

she said winking. I smiled at how far
she had come from the insecure girl
everyone wanted me to fire.
THE END