MILF Finds Herself on Adult Site

It had been just another mundane day in Ritu’s life. She had returned to her apartment from office at 7 PM, cooked herself a light meal and then taken a long shower to wash away her tiredness. Now, in her nightdress, she switched on her laptop to do away with some office work she had carried home. But she had no energy or interest to go through her work now, loneliness struck her like anything.

She was a 44 year old woman, ‘happily’ married for the past 22 years, with two children. Her children had moved to other cities for their college, and her husband, being a businessman, was often out for official trips. She always felt lonely whenever she was alone in the house.

On the professional front, Ritu was quite a successful woman. She was the Branch Manager at a consultancy firm, looking over the work of about a hundred people employed at the branch. She had risen up the ranks through her hard work and dedication, and was really happy with where she was at the moment.

In her loneliness, Ritu had found herself a faithful companion in the internet. First, she took to social networking sites to try and fill the emptiness in her life. But that was not enough. Gradually, and consciously, she started visiting adult sites on the internet. The woman in her needed some relief, and her husband was not at all interested in her now. So, whenever her husband was on a trip, or sometimes when he even was at home, Ritu took to some adult forum sites, reading stories and watching erotic videos, to provide her the ultimate relief. She had even ordered a vibrating dildo online; such was the intensity of sexual build up inside her unattended body.


With a hand already rubbing her womanhood over her nightdress, she opened the adult forum site, her favourite one.

Ritu preferred the ‘Story Section’ where she could read erotic stories ranging from adultery to forced gangbangs. Most nights, she would go through her favourite story and masturbate, imagining herself to be the protagonist. She had bookmarked her favourite stories on her home laptop, and surprisingly (or not); most of them were related to rape, forced sex, humiliation, gangbang, etc. Initially she had been surprised in her taste, of women being subjected to such cruelty and immoral behaviour, but then the hunger for sexual satisfaction had closed her brain to such thoughts. There was no greater aphrodisiac than a well written erotic story that took you straight into the middle of the action.

But that night was different. There were no new stories to read and she had gotten bored of reading and re-reading her favourites ones over and over again. She needed something different to get herself going. In desperation, she headed towards the ‘Pics n Vids Section’. She had entered this section a couple of times in the past, visiting the threads with male nudity, masturbating to the sight of erect penises and semen. Once she had found a video of a man masturbating in this section, and seeing it, the moment of ejaculation — thinking that the gush of semen was headed for her face, had given her immense pleasure.

She clicked on the ‘Pics n Vids (Glamour) Section’ to check out something new for her insatiable desires. But her jaw dropped and her heart thumped out of her chest when she saw the first thread on the section.

With trembling hands and mounting apprehension, she clicked on the thread “Hot Office MILF Ritu”.

After her initial reaction of surprise, Ritu had calmed momentarily, think that there were many more women by her name. But that calm was just momentarily. As the thread opened, she saw her photo in the first post, with a caption ‘HOTTEST OFFICE RANDI’. It was a photo of her in her routine office clothing and had been clicked by her husband last year at home (just before she was leaving for work). Usually, she wore official looking sarees (traditional Indian dress) to office, with a matching blouse (normal sleeves up to half of her arm).

The post went on to describe her as a cheap whore who loved exposing a lot of skin, and was sexually promiscuous. The last line of the first post was the one she had ubiquitously seen everywhere on these adult forum sites: ‘Comment and add Reps for more pictures of this MILF office slut!’

Adding to her amazement was the fact that the thread was over 50 pages.

She hurried on to read further posts, her initial surprise being replaced by anger and indignation, which after a little while bordered on disgust.

Immediately after the first post, other users had started making obscene comments on her perfectly normal formal photo. ‘Undress this bitch fast, she is quite a whore, fucking her will be a great pleasure were some of the comments that stuck to her head’.

This went on to the next page, where the creator of the thread “rituslut” had posted another photo of hers. This time it was a photo of her wearing a dress. She recognized it as the one she had worn to one of her company’s party last year. It was accompanied by the caption ‘See how readily this whore loves to expose her things’. The post was again followed by derogatory comments from other users, some encouraging the user “rituslut” to post more photos of this hot bitch at more frequent intervals.

Looking at these two photos and the comments on them, Ritu was boiling with anger. Still there were 50 more pages to go.

As she browsed page after page, she found more and more photos of herself, decorated with the raunchiest comments… ‘Special whore for tonight; Ritu darling, make my bed warm; how much will you charge for sucking my penis, whore; Queen of masturbation, Ritu’ etc.

She recognized all the photos up to page 30 of the thread; definitely they had been taken from her FB account. Most of them had been her DP’s on FB while others had been picked up from some other albums or tagged photos. Someone was using her FB photos for sick pleasure.

There were all types of photos of her there for the users of the adult forum site to shower them with comments.

There were her photos wearing traditional attire — sarees and salwar kurtas, which according to the user comments were the hottest. ‘Tear off this whore’s blouse…take out her big breasts and suck them’. If I see you wearing such a saree, I’m going to fuck your asshole’.

One picture of me wearing salwar kurta at home and bending slightly to show just a tiny bit of cleavage was also much commented upon: ‘My semen started flowing in seeing this photo.’

Next, her photos in jeans and t-shirts were the target of sexiest remarks. ‘Look at the bitch’s ass in such tight jeans’, ‘Whore’s t-shirt will tear due to such big breasts’.

As she browsed further, Ritu found photos of her taken from her Goa vacation album. Many pages of the thread had been taken up by these photos. The worst of the comments were for her photos clicked on the beaches of Goa. Although they weren’t actually revealing photos (she wasn’t wearing a swimsuit or a bikini, just a routine Goa t-shirt and shorts), a handful of those photos had gathered pages and pages of comments. Now looking at the photos and simultaneously looking at the comments, she realized why.

On that day in Goa, she had worn a white Goa t-shirt (those cheap ones sold near the beaches) and a pair of knee length cream-coloured shorts (also bought from the same shop). Her shoulder length was worn open. There were one or two photos where she was just posing at the beach, followed by comments such as ‘Make this bitch wet fast’ and ‘This whore should be fucked on the beach itself’. Next were the photos of her wet, after she had entered the sea. Her cheap white t-shirt was clung to her body tightly as a second skin. Her bra, although itself white, could clearly be seen through wet t-shirt. Her shorts had met with the same fate. Wet and tightly adhered to her skin, they were showing off her panty line clearly.

‘Strip this bitch on the beach itself…lets fuck her ass on the beach…happily she’ll suck on penises at the beach…’

‘Since morning I have been shaking my penis seeing her photo…if I get this bitch in real life I’ll fuck her till her life drains out!’

‘It’ll be fun to gang rape her…’

‘There will be no need to rape her…she’ll come herself for fucking…she is a lover of penises!’

Her wet photos hadn’t looked as horrible and exposing when she had innocently uploaded them on FB after her vacation. Now, she felt ashamed and sick at the thought of her wet body being vulgarly commented upon, and definitely, being masturbated upon by all these adult forum site users.

Looking at all these photos and comments; Ritu wondered who had been so sick so as to degrade her to such an extent. Who was “rituslut”? Thinking that nothing could amaze her more, Ritu was in a surprise as she opened page 31 of the thread.

Ritu was in complete shock on seeing her photos being used in such a vulgar manner. She was also full of anger at the person who had dared to do such a degrading thing to a woman like her. However, all the shock and anger was replaced by pure disgust as she reached page 31 of ‘her’ thread.

The first post on that page was a photo of her that hadn’t been taken from her FB albums. It was a photo that had been clicked by the thread owner himself!

It was clicked from behind, her face was not seen but she didn’t even doubt for a moment that it wasn’t her photo. She was in her yellow office saree, walking down a corridor in the office, and he had captured her photo without her knowledge. It was accompanied with a caption ‘Meet the Whore in Real Life’.

This solo photo was followed by a barrage of compliments and Rep points appreciating rituslut’s daring. Many comments were directed against the ‘whore’ also. ‘Whore has an amazing ass’, ‘I want her just for one night at least.’

Encouraged by the appreciation and of course the high demand, user rituslut had gone on to post more photos of her that had been secretly captured by him. Such photos ran for 20 more pages, almost till the end of the thread, mixed with some FB updates too. All of them had been clicked in the office.

The most recent ones, on the second last page of the thread, had been clicked (and posted) yesterday. These photos had been taken both from the front and back. She had worn a maroon saree with a black border, with a matching maroon blouse. Under that, she had been wearing a black bra. Somehow, even though she hooked the bra straps with the blouse, one of them had managed to sneak out of the blouse from the rear side, few inches below her shoulder. There was a good gap between her black bra strap and the edge of her maroon blouse, through which her milky white skin glowed.

The peeking of her black bra was the centre of attraction for the horny users of the adult forum site. Also, in one of the photos that had been taken from behind (as she was walking), a hint of her panty line could be seen on her tensed hip, which had obviously been picked up.

‘See the whore is showing us her bra’; ‘Ask the bitch to expose her front side too’; ‘Rub your penis in her ass’; ‘Look at the whore’s panty’!

The other photos had been clicked from front, obviously using a mobile phone with a good camera.

‘Her lipstick will look very good on my penis’; ‘Pull the paloo (front part of saree covering breasts) off this slutty bitch’.

It was for sure now that user “rituslut” was an employee at her office. She could not believe that someone at my office would dare to do such an act.

Coming on to the last page, Ritu saw that many users had commented that they wanted to fuck her very badly, that they would even rape her and ravish her like plump meat.

The thread creator “rituslut” had in his latest post commented that many guys working in the office had the desire to bang this MILF. Most of them could not complete the whole day without masturbating (at least once) to the thought of this ‘hot bitchy whore’ strutting around the office corridors. Apparently, on days when she looked really hot, guys would line up in queues inside the male washroom, each waiting for his turn to masturbate to the ‘Whore of the Office’. The guys also had gang bang fantasies for her, they discussed how, if given a chance, they would gang rape her in the office itself, making her the whore that she was from inside.

This was enough for Ritu. Filled with anger, indignation, disgust and what not, she decided to call her husband to decide what course of action should be taken for this humiliation. They had to go to the police for sure!

She leaped off the bed to pick up her mobile phone, which was lying on the table. As she took the first step, she became aware of definite wetness between her legs. Another shock of surprise swept her body and she could feel a tingle in her womanhood. WTF!

Ritu had actually gotten aroused by the degrading comments her photos had received and also by the fantasies that had been described by guys looking at them. The thought that so many guys in her office (and also on the adult forum site) wanted to roughly violate her and that they surely masturbated to her photos while thinking of raping her aroused her to a degree that had rarely been reached in the past many years.

She bit her tongue, walked back to the bed and started going through the thread once again. This time she was barely reading half of the comments, but all of them were there in her mind, as her hand reached down to her moist womanhood.

Ritu knew that she was an attractive woman, especially at her age (approaching menopause). In her youth, she had had the ability to turn heads as she walked on the street or entered a room. She had no idea that after all these years, she was still such a desirable woman. After going through ‘her’ thread on the adult forum site, and after overcoming the initial anger and disgust, she had found a new energy inside her. And that energy was trying its best to burst out as she rubbed her womanhood over her nightdress.

They wanted to strip her publicly, make her suck their penises, maul her breasts, bite her nipples, chew on her vulva, fuck her asshole, bathe her in their cum, humiliate her to the core…all at once. These were the thoughts going through her mind as she took off her nightdress completely. That’s how they wanted her. She retrieved her vibrating dildo from its hiding place and went to work.

Ritu masturbated to the thought of guys in her office fucking her violently and then dozed off to sleep.

It was just a usual day in office. I was walking down the corridor after having finished some errands, returning to my designated room, which read “Mrs Ritu S, Branch Manager”. As a Branch Manager, I had a room to myself in the office, other employees just had cubicles. I entered my room and to my surprise, found few guys already present in my room. There were three of them — Arpit, Rahul, and Pratik; they were the Assistant Branch Managers, but still they had no right to be in my room without my prior permission.

“How many times have I told you people to not enter my room without permission?” I shouted.

I was shocked when Rahul replied, “Today we will enter your vagina and ass without your permission, Madam!”

My eyes flared up as I heard him. It was all within a matter of seconds that one of them (Arpit) bolted the door from inside, the other (Pratik) came up behind me and engulfed me in a bear hug, clamping my mouth shut with his palm.

I tried my best to free myself out of his grip, but he had a strong grip on my upper body. All I managed to do was flail around my legs. I tried to shout too but all that came out through the palm clamp was a muffled cry, too faint to be noticed in the busy environment of the office.

Their motive was clear from the onset itself. They were going to rape me, their boss, in my office room. And they had come with a plan and were well prepared for the task at hand.

Rahul cleared my desk with one sweeping motion of his hand, dropping all the things on the floor. Pratik, still holding me tightly, pulled me onto my now empty desk, with his palm still firm around my mouth. Now, he was actually lying on the desk and I was above him, both of us facing the ceiling. I was trying my best to free myself, beating around my arms and legs, trying to bite his palm so that he may loosen his grip, but to no avail.

My efforts were short-lived as Rahul and Arpit pulled at my arms and legs respectively. Although I could not see what they were doing, I felt ropes being tied around my wrists and ankles. Within minutes, my arms and legs had been tied to the legs of the desk and I could not move them at my will. Pratik was still under me. Unable to move, I directed all my energy at shouting out for help and in trying to bite Pratik’s hand.

Rahul climbed over my tied body such that I was now sandwiched between Pratik and him. He had a pocket knife in his hand which he held close to my neck, just denting my skin with slight pressure.

“Madam, keep your mouth shut if you want to live. Pratik will remove his hand now and if you shout I’ll kill you” said Rahul. I was paralysed with fear now. These guys were dead serious about raping me. It was almost as if my mind had gone into a whirlpool, I didn’t know how to react. In this moment of confusion, panic and fear, I didn’t even realize when Pratik removed his grip on my mouth and Arpit stuffed a piece of cloth inside my mouth, gagging me. Then the gag was reinforced with a cloth tied over my mouth all around my face. There was no way I was going to be able to make any sound now.

I was brought back into reality when I felt Pratik’s hands mauling my breasts, under my paloo but over my blouse. The ultimate realization hit me. Here I was, lying spread-eagle on my office desk, gagged, and ready to be raped, in the middle of the day, in the middle of a busy office. There was nothing I could do about it. I started to cry and soft sounds of my wailing could be heard over the gag.

“See the bitch has become emotional,” said Arpit.

“Has your penis become erect yet or not?” asked Rahul, looking at Pratik.

“It has been erect from the moment I had laid my eyes on her today morning,” replied Pratik, “now just strip our lovely boss naked!”

Rahul and Arpit got to the task of tearing off my clothes. Rahul gave such a tight tug at my saree that the safety pin holding the paloo to the blouse at my shoulder gave away with a tearing noise. Such was the force that even the pin tucking the saree into my petticoat (long underskirt worn under the saree) at the waist gave away. With few pulling movements of his hands, Rahul had completely taken the saree off my body and thrown it away towards one corner of the room.

I had worn a dark blue plain saree (my regular office attire) with a matching dark blue blouse, which had hooks down its front side. As soon as my saree was gone, I could feel Pratik’s strong hands tugging at the front side of my blouse, pulling at it in either direction. Immediately and almost as if effortlessly, the half a dozen hooks on my blouse gave away, each making a popping sound as it tore. I could hear a sigh of delight as my black bra covering my milky white breasts was exposed. Without wasting any time, Pratik scooped his hands inside the bra cups to pull out my breasts on both sides.

After removing my breasts from inside my bra cups, Pratik continued to squeeze them tightly, almost mauling them, and rolled my nipples between his fingers.

“Quickly strip my darling naked completely,” said Pratik, the excitement clearly visible in his voice.

Rahul undid the knot of my petticoat and pulled it down to my ankles, bundling it there, unable to remove it completely as my ankles had been tied to the legs of the desk. Same was true for my blouse also; it just lay bundled on either side of my body. He then inserted his fingers on the rim of my panties (white cotton ones) and pulled them down, right up to my ankles where my petticoat lay bundled, in one swift motion, whistling the whole time, commenting on my shaved pubic area.

“This is the moment of reality,” said Rahul, to no one in particular, as he planted a kiss on my now exposed vulva.
I was now fully exposed in front of my rapists; my saree had been pulled off my body, my blouse torn, bra cups pulled down, petticoat and panty bundled at my ankles; ready to be sexually devoured on my desk, on which I somehow perfectly fitted in the spread-eagled position. As they proceeded with their actions, I came to know more and more of what they had in plan for me, their boss.
Rahul and Arpit each took out hand held camcorders from a bag and also three monkey caps which they hurriedly put on. It had small openings for their eyes and nose, the rest of it was jet black. Rahul positioned himself near my face while Arpit took up a position near the far end of the table, aiming the camcorders towards me. I felt nauseated when I realized what they were up to. They were going to record my rape on video, with their faces masked.
Satisfied that their faces were properly masked, Rahul called out, “Whore, dick, and action!”
Pratik had been mauling at my breasts since he had scooped them out, pinching and rolling my nipples intermittently. They had started to pain a bit by now. Once he even tried to reach over to one of my breasts with his mouth and suck at them, but he was so tightly caught under me that he was unable to reach and gave up the attempt.
All this while, through the stripping and mauling, I had kept on crying and screaming into my mouth gag. But the intensity of my efforts to scream and cry multiplied a hundred folds when I heard the sound of opening of a zipper. Pratik had made just enough space between his body and mine to squeeze his hands to his trousers. He tried to take out his penis through the zipper itself but was unable to do so due to the lack of space. He then undid his trousers completely and pushed it down a few inches, along with his underwear. This was enough for his penis to get out of its hold. I could feel its hardness on my hips, and also the wetness at its tip, precum was oozing out of it.
Pratik slided downwards a few inches to free his penis from below me. As if it had a mind of its own, Pratik’s penis went directly towards my vaginal opening. I could feel its moist bulbous head knocking on the doors of my womanhood, although not waiting for an answer. Pratik directed it through my dry vaginal opening with his left hand while trying to spread my vulval lips with his right hand. When the tip of his penis was just beyond my vulval lips, Pratik, holding me at my waist, gave his body the final push to enter my vagina. Even through his thick monkey-cap I could hear a loud moan of pleasure escaping his mouth.
“Start fucking her quickly, you dog!” exclaimed Rahul.
Now, with his penis deeply embedded inside my vagina, Pratik started fucking me in hard painful thrusts. Still holding at my waist, he pistoned his penis along the whole length of my vagina, making me recoil with each thrust. His motion was not that smooth as he was so tightly squeezed under me, which made the impacts more painful for me. I could feel his thrusts gaining speed and realized that he was close to orgasm. He was going to ejaculate inside my unprotected vagina!
Again, I started to vainly plead and cry into my mouth gag, “Please don’t cum inside me!”
Pratik was now on the brink on ejaculating his load inside my vagina. As he reached climax, he tightly gripped my breasts on both sides, and then just let go of his body. His penis thumped one last time inside my vagina as he released his hot semen inside me, simultaneously letting out a howl of pleasure and satisfaction.
I could feel his now limp penis plop out of my raped vagina, along with a blob of his semen. He was still panting, more out of pleasure than exhaustion. I was panting too, more out of exhaustion than pleasure, and filled with disgust. The room was circling all around me. I lost consciousness.
When I regained consciousness, I found myself sitting on the sofa inside my office. I was completely naked now, the bundles of clothes around my hands and ankles had been removed off (they were piled up on my desk), and my mouth gag was also gone. The three of them were sitting on the other sofa.
Covering my breasts with one hand and my womanhood with the other, I almost shouted out for help, but before I could, Rahul came up to me with two camcorders in his hands. He replayed the moments of my rape by Pratik which had been captured by Arpit and him, from various angles. Tears were copiously streaming down my face as I watched the videos of my rape.
The two of them had made sure to capture it all on video. Right from the moment Pratik’s erect organ had sprung out of his trousers, to the moment of his orgasm, a close up shot of his limp organ plopping out of my vagina and his semen that followed its way out, moistening my vulva, panning back all along my body to my dazed face, it was all there.
One thing was not there and that was their faces. None of them could be recognized due to their similar monkey-caps.
“You know the consequences of this video going public, right?” asked Rahul.
With her rapist unrecognizable on the videos, it would be impossible for her to accuse Pratik of raping her. Moreover, it was even not possible to prove it as rape; it could well have been a well-acted role-play. With this realization explained to me by Rahul, I hung my head in despair and shame.
My fate was now sealed. I was now their “Office MILF Whore”!
They were now talking normally to me, as they did each and every day.
“We both would love to fuck you too right now Madam, but others may get jealous that the boss is favouring us,” said Rahul, explaining to me that there was no time for Arpit and him to fuck her now and they would love to get their chance as soon as possible.
“But you have to do something about this before we leave,” said Arpit, and took out his erect penis, striking it against my cheek, “Get to sucking it nicely and you make a video!”
I took Arpit’s penis inside my mouth reluctantly and started to blow him as Rahul made sure to capture even this on video. I was sure that he had zoomed in to record only my face and Arpit’s penis only. Arpit, unhappy with my blowing effort, held my hair with both his hands and started fucking my mouth, shooting a huge load of semen inside my mouth, on my face, and into my hair. Satisfied for the moment, he exchanged places with Rahul who then fucked my face while Arpit recorded the act.
Meanwhile, Pratik had been busy rearranging my desk, “I should be awarded Employee of the Month for doing your desk,” he grinned. The other two laughed. Satisfied with their combined efforts on me, they packed the ropes, gags, camcorders into their bag, along with the torn pieces of my clothes. The three of them left my office room, not before shouting, “Mrs Ritu S, Bitch Whore”.
I was left naked inside my office room as I heard the door close behind my three Assistant Managers and lock automatically from the inside, wondering how I would ever get out of my room in this condition. It was then that my alarm clock started beeping and I woke up with a broad grin on my face.
Ritu woke up with a broad grin on her face. She felt satisfied — mentally, physically, and sexually. But she was in a dilemma. As she got into the shower, Ritu could not fathom whether the grin on her face was due to the fact that she realized that she hadn’t been actually raped by guys in her office, that she had dreamt the whole thing OR that she had actually remembered the entire dream, that she was masturbating in the shower, replaying the whole dream in her mind.
The answer to her dilemma was clear as she masturbated herself to one of her biggest orgasms since a long long time. Then, for the first time in her career spanning over twenty years, she wore a sleeveless blouse to work.

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