The Offer She Couldn't Refuse

Sweta stepped into the lavish office, her growing belly pressing against the thin fabric of her best saree. Sunil looked up from his desk, eyes tracing her curves. 'Mrs. Sweta, I hear you're in need of a position. Five months along, I see. Bold choice.'

She met his gaze steadily, not flinching. 'Desperation makes bold choices, Mr. Sunil. My husband lost his job, and this child needs care. Low education or not, I'm sharp enough to handle anything you throw at me.'

He chuckled, leaning back. 'Witty. Most applicants beg. You negotiate. Tell me, why risk it all while pregnant?'

Sweta's voice was firm, laced with sarcasm. 'Because bills don't wait for perfect timing. And I'm no fragile doll—I'll work circles around your other secretaries.'

Sunil's questions turned personal. 'Lactating yet? That could be... distracting.'

She arched a brow. 'Recently. But if you're hiring for a secretary, not a milkmaid, let's focus on the job.'

He offered the deal: no maternity leave, accompany him everywhere, act as his wife at parties. 'Clients are traditional. A pregnant woman with another man raises eyebrows.'

Sweta laughed sharply. 'Act as your wife? Fine, if the salary covers my medical bills and delivery. But don't mistake acting for permission to cross lines. I'm faithful, and strong enough to remind you.'

Impressed, he agreed. 'Deal. Start tomorrow.'

Days later, the tension built. Sunil brushed against her swelling breasts during meetings, whispering witty jabs. 'Your mangalsutra sits so perfectly on those. Horny yet from all this attention?'

Sweta shot back, 'Keep your hands to yourself, or I'll make you regret it. Though I admit, the way you look at my belly makes me... curious.' Her resistance wavered as desire stirred.

One evening in his office, the air thickened. He pulled her close, hands on her ass. 'You're dripping wet under that saree, aren't you?'

Panting, she retorted, 'Maybe. But if we do this, it's on my terms—I'm no one's submissive.' She pushed him down, straddling his hard cock. He thrust into her wet pussy, both sweating and moaning. 'Fuck, your tight heat feels incredible,' he groaned.

Sweta rode him fiercely, witty barbs mixing with gasps. 'Harder—show me what that cock can do.' He came deep inside her as she climaxed, cum dripping down her thighs. They collapsed, panting, her belly between them, the room echoing with their shared hunger.