‘Perform’ for a Performance Appraisal
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by DesiDreamer · December 10, 2018

In Pics: Resham | Contributed By: ConjDemo
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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
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When she was born, her parents named her Resham — literally meaning silk. That’s how soft her skin was as a baby.

Even when she grew up, her complexion and hair remained true to her name.

By the time she was in college, Resham had turned into a head-turner. Endowed with full, size 34 breasts, a narrow size 25 waist above curvy size 36 hips, her hourglass figure wasn’t the only thing that attracted lustful looks from men of all ages.

She knew how to dress to kill. From figure hugging dresses to leggings and tops and see-through chiffon sarees worn low on the waist to accentuate her deep navel.

Her blouses had drooping necklines that acted as the promise of paradise within, she was a natural at the art of manipulation — particularly leveraging her looks to have her way.

The world of infallibility came crashing down around her at the age of 20 when she had to marry a man she had never met.

Arranged marriages are still common in India, and a conservative family wouldn’t have it any other way. It was a wonder that they allowed her to go on a bachelorette vacation with two of her best friends from school days just before her wedding.

She chose not to let her parents know that her two best friends had dropped out and she was going on the trip with her boyfriend, who had resigned to the fact that he would soon be her ex, and wanted one last week with her.

The trip to a pristine beach in Goa was more fun than her parents would ever know. She wasn’t a virgin…not even close. She had used her body to have her way with a few boys and even a few lecturers.

Her biology lecturer in particular loved to teach her all about reproduction through practicals, conducting special classes for her, during which he would enjoy her silken body to the fullest, demonstrating again and again, how to full a woman’s pussy with sperm to facilitate reproduction.

“One needs to practice for perfection, Resham,” he used to say after every creampie.

Though he was old enough to be her grandfather, his were the first lips to have sucked her nipples, sending erotic pleasure through her. His was the first tongue she had tasted.

His expert mouth had shown her the pleasures of having her pussy eaten.

That he loved it when she came in her mouth and devoured her juices hungrily, turned her on even more to be eaten by him.

In fact it was he who had deflowered her and taken her virginity, a month after her 18th birthday.

He had proceeded to enjoy her body at least 2-3 times a week, throughout her college days.

Whenever he fucked her, he always ate her to 2-3 orgasms before depositing his cum in her pussy, ass and mouth, depending on his mood that day.

She had met her soon to be ex-boyfriend shortly thereafter. He was a nice guy that she liked. Although neither man had the large cock (her biology professor’s aging 6″ cock was bigger), her big disappointment was that he didn’t have the stamina to truly satisfy Resham in bed the way her professor had.

She saw genuine contentment and pleasure in his eyes every time he fucked her and she didn’t feel like he treated her as just a body. That was reason alone for her to like him.

During her pre-marriage trip, they fucked multiple times everyday — morning, afternoon and night.

They even did it on the beach one night when it was deserted, and that was the height of his sexual creativity.

He could never last more than five minutes from the time he entered her. The little groping and kissing they did for foreplay didn’t add up to much. It was all about his release and his using her body for the release.

She invariably resorted to fingering herself to orgasms after her partner was done and asleep.

This trip was no different, even though she had been fucked over ten times in seven days.

She had hoped marriage would be different and her husband would be able to satisfy her needs, but that wasn’t to be. Endowed with a gloriously small 4″ cock at full-mast and the stamina of a cheetah that had speed but no endurance, Resham’s sex life with her husband could be counted in terms of minutes per day.

He loved everything about her, including her tight pussy that made it impossible for him to last longer than 3 minutes, however much he might have wanted to. The concept of foreplay for him was similar to what it had been with most of her past sexual partners — kiss, suck tits and touch the privates, till the cock was hard and ready.

The 3-minute countdown started when he made her get on her hands and knees. He would then enter and fuck her hard and fast till he came.

Her married life took a turn for the worse when after 3 years of marriage she wasn’t able to conceive a baby. It was not for lack of trying.

He fucked her every-day. Sometimes more than once. As usually happens in such situations — at least in India — a fertility test is rarely, if ever, even considered. Family becomes judge and jury, declaring the girl barren and infertile.

The “trying for a baby” eventually stopped and she suspected he had started cheating on her because he rarely ever came home at a decent hour anymore.

Sex had never been about her pleasure, and even the ritual fucking had now stopped.

Masturbating to the thoughts of her biology lecturer or her ex-boyfriend had become her only source of satisfying her sexual needs.

It never struck her as odd that her sexual fantasies during masturbation never involved her husband.

Frustrated and unappreciated in domestic life, it came as a small mercy to Resham when she was “allowed” to work.

HR Intern on a Fast Track

She joined a large multi-national company as an HR intern. Dressing sexily was back in her life and she felt alive — like her life had a purpose. She soon realized that she had lost none of her sexual charm and could still manipulate men just by the way she dressed and carried herself.

The hungry, lustful looks she got at work added a new dimension to her masturbation. She started fantasizing about colleagues and even her boss when she pleasured herself to orgasms.

She had been working as an intern for nearly six months now.

She had seen a few of the interns who had joined the same time she did leave the company, and others get promoted to regular roles after completing their three-month probation.

Resham had no idea why she had been passed up for promotion and was anxious about her future in the company.

She mustered up the courage to ask her boss about the reason for not promoting her yet.

“You need to ‘perform’ to get a performance appraisal Resham,” he had said.

“I’ve been working hard and there have been no complaints about my work.” she said, not understanding.

“Look, you are popular in the office. Everyone loves you. But do you think that’s because of your work or your looks? Wearing revealing clothes alone will get you nowhere, you know.” her boss added.

Resham felt like she’d been slapped in her face. Her looks had gone against her! She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t help the tears that started welling up in her eyes.

“Have you worked late on any day in the past 6 months? Have you taken work home? Have you worked weekends? Have you volunteered to help an overworked colleague?” He asked, “Not that working long hours is the only measure, but being the only person who doesn’t when everyone else does won’t help your cause. You are efficient and your work has no errors and that’s why you are still a part of the team.” he concluded.

Taking the feedback to heart, Resham started going the extra mile and it made an immediate difference.

It was company wide performance review time and they were backlogged. Resham took on a lot of the processing and analysis, and spent hours crunching the data. It was just reward when she was selected to do the final computation and presentation.

The catch was, it was Thursday already and it had to be completed by Monday, including the review and approval by her boss.

“Not a problem,” she said, “My husband is out of town on a business trip and my in-laws have gone to visit their younger son in Canada. I can get this done at home through the weekend.”

“But I am not in town on Monday,” her boss said “we will have to finalize it over the weekend itself. Can you bring over your finished reports to my place by tomorrow evening? That will give you time to make changes if any over the weekend and hopefully I can sign it on Sunday before going out of town.”

“Yes I can do that,” Resham replied, excited at the responsibility she was just given.

She bust her ass and worked through the night. She was on a mission. She finished the report around noon on Friday and finally slept after working non stop for over a day and a half. She had intended to take just a short nap, but was surprised that it was nearly 4 pm when she woke up and immediately called her boss.

“Come over anytime,” he said and gave her the address. It was about half an hour away.

“It may be an hour or two before I can get there,” she added tentatively.

“If you are ok working late into the night, I don’t care when you come over,” he replied.

“Yes sir, I can. There’s no one here at home and I can stay as long as it takes.” she replied.

Having just woken up, she decided to take a shower first. Letting the hot water soak her body, Resham, let it wash out her tiredness from working for two straight days and the night in between.

Refreshed, she decided to skip the bra and put on a backless blue blouse tied at the back with strings. It was a particular favorite of hers with a drooping neckline that extenuated her boobs.

She then wore a see-through chiffon silk saree, wearing it lower than usual on her hip.

She wasn’t consciously thinking of seducing her boss, but she felt sexy today, having accomplished a lot over the past two days. It was time to prove her worth and her confidence depended on how beautiful and sexy she felt.

It was 5:30 by the time she arrived at his place. Dressed in basketball shorts and a tight tee-shirt, he looked like he had just taken a shower himself. He had fixed himself a coffee and offered her some. As she sat down on the couch and got the documents out, he brought her a cup of coffee.

Over the next hour and a half, they went through report after report. Her work had been flawless. He couldn’t think of a single change she needed to make.

“Some more coffee?” he asked her putting down the last of the reports. All that was left was for him to sign the necessary documents and she expected the work to be wrapped up in the next 10 minutes or so. She wouldn’t have to come back on Sunday after all. All work was done and all reports were signed.

“Let me get it,” she said getting off the couch and heading towards the kitchen, “you finish signing the papers”.

He was just putting away the last of the signed reports when she returned with a tray. As she bent forward to place the tray on the coffee table, the pallu of her saree dropped off her shoulder, giving him an unrestricted view of her creamy boobs, belly and navel.

Standing bent forward, she had a clear view of his crotch and didn’t miss the tent that formed there because of his erection. As she placed the coffee on the table and tried to stand back up, he grabbed her pallu and pulled, forcing her into a turn that stripped half her saree off her.

“No sir,” I am married, “this is wrong.” she protested.

“I told you, just wearing sexy clothes isn’t good enough. You have to ‘perform’. Question is, are you ready to?”

The threat and the innuendo was clear. “No sir, please no sir.” she protested, but she wasn’t convincing. Her eyes were locked on his massive erection and a part of her had fantasized about and wanted this.

Standing up, he pulled her pallu, stripping the saree completely off her.

Just looking at her creamy boobs and deep navel, he was sure she would be more enjoyable than any of the other interns he had enjoyed over the past few months.

She forgot all about being married and her protests the moment he dropped his shorts. She hadn’t seen a cock as wide or long and her jaw dropped.

Walking up to her, he lifted her up and carried her to his bedroom. Dropping her on the bed, he stripped her down to her panties and smiled when he saw the damp spot in it.

“You do want this,” he said, stripping his tee shirt off.

“Yes, I do,” she replied, unable to tear her eyes off his shaft, its tip now glistening with his pre-cum.

Getting in bed with her, he kissed her lovingly and passionately. His hands caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples. They hardened to his touch and she moaned, sending more fluids to her pussy.

Stripping her panties off, he fingered her pussy while continuing to kiss and suck on her boobs.

Unlike all her previous partners who would have been shoving their hardness into her by now, her boss took his time kissing and licking her body.

Spreading her legs, he kissed and licked the inside of her thighs…higher and higher till he reached her hot pussy, burning with desire and need.

His was the first mouth to have tasted her pussy since her professor, and she instantly came gushing in his mouth.

He was just getting started though and continued eating her right through her orgasm and beyond.

He ate and fingered her for ten more minutes before her body shook with a second shattering orgasm.

Once her orgasm had passed, he entered her.

The biggest cock she had ever had, he filled her and reached places no other cock ever had. Far from massive at 8″, he still made her feel sensations she never had. Her tight pussy gripped and pulled him deeper and deeper into her till he was buried all the way.

As he started moving inside her, he kissed her mouth. She opened her mouth welcoming his tongue and kissed him, hungrily sucking on his tongue. Increasing his tempo, he sucked one tit and then the other before kissing her mouth again.

His mouth alternating between her mouth and her breasts, and his cock pounding her faster and faster took Resham over the edge again and her body trembled like a leaf in a storm, her pussy tightening and clenching on his cock. Screaming, he tensed and came in her, shooting his load deep inside her.

For the first time since her time with her professor, Resham had felt loved and not just fucked, and she wanted more.

Once he was spent, she took him in her mouth, sucking and stroking him till he was hard again. This time she rode him through two of her own orgasms before he came in her a second time that night.

Spent, they collapsed in a tangle, panting and sweating in his air-conditioned bedroom.

“What are you doing?” he asked as she eventually got out of bed and headed towards the living room.

“Getting my clothes so i can get ready and head home.” she replied.

“Not a chance,” he said, “you said there’s no one at home this weekend.”

“So? I can’t stay here all weekend.”

“Sure you can, and you will.” he said with a wink, “we will do your ‘performance’ appraisal all weekend.”

And he did. He made her ‘perform’ acts she hadn’t even imagined, in every room, on every piece of furniture, throughout Saturday and Sunday.

And she gladly ‘performed’ for him, fulfilling his every whim, taking load after load of his sperm wherever he chose to deposit it.

He preferred cumming inside her pussy the most and that was just fine by her because she loved the feel of his hot cum fill her up to the brim.

Every time he took her, he made sure she had at least one orgasm before he shot his load inside her.

And he couldn’t have enough of her silken body and tight pussy. No other woman had made him cum so many times in a day. And she seemed insatiable, wanting even more.

Her climb in the organization after that weekend was as meteoric as her visits to his bedroom. The more he fucked her, the more successful she became. As skillful as he was and as many times as he made her cum, she would have let him fuck her regardless of her job.

The next year of her life was an erotic fantasy as her boss enjoyed her body and she enjoyed his fucking.

But that was just the beginning of Resham’s erotic journey. Over the next couple years, she had seduced and fucked every man of power in the organization.

Her weekends with her boss had only become more frequent and more intense over time.

By the time he quit his job, she was his second in command and was promoted to his position as the head of human resources.

Appraising the next generation of interns

“Why was I passed up for promotion ma’am?” an intern asked her.

“You can’t expect to get promoted if you don’t perform Rajat,” she replied.

Wondering how many interns she had said that to since becoming the head of HR…she couldn’t remember.

“What do you mean ma’am?”

“Do you know swimming?” she asked, sighing.

“What? Yes, I do. But what does that have to do with anything.”

Scribbling on a post-it, she handed it to him.

“Be here at 6 pm today and bring your swimming trunks. We’ll see how well you can perform.”

THE END

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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
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