Pallavi’s hands shook as she slowly stood up from her chair.

Her chubby body trembled under the four pairs of hungry eyes.

The black saree felt too tight, too revealing now.

Her massive boobs rose and fell rapidly with every nervous breath.

Mr. Sharma crossed his arms, voice calm but commanding.

“Pallavi, I said remove the pallu. Don’t make me repeat myself. Show us those big heavy boobs properly.”

Pallavi’s cheeks burned red.

She looked down, unable to meet their eyes.

“Sir… please… someone might come back… this is wrong…”

She whispered, voice trembling.

Rahul laughed loudly.

“Wrong? You were the one sitting here like a desperate whore, rubbing your pussy while thinking about cock. Now you’re acting shy? Come on, baby. Don’t act like a good Bengali housewife now.”

Arjun stepped closer, his eyes glued to her deep cleavage.

“Listen, randi. If you want to keep your job and your husband from seeing how much of a slut you are, you will do exactly what boss says. Pull that pallu down. Let us see how fat and juicy those boobs look.”

Pallavi bit her lower lip hard.

Tears of shame and strange excitement filled her eyes.

Slowly, with shaking fingers, she pulled the pallu off her shoulder.

The thin black blouse underneath stretched tightly over her massive boobs, the deep neckline barely containing them.

Her nipples were already hard and poking visibly through the fabric.Vikram whistled.

“Fuck… look at those massive boobs. So big and soft. I bet they bounce like crazy when someone fucks you hard.”

Mr. Sharma smirked and walked around the desk until he was standing right behind her. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear.

“Good girl. Now tell us the truth, Pallavi. How long have you been a horny little bitch in this office? Do you finger that wet cunt every night thinking about getting fucked by your boss and colleagues?”

Pallavi’s voice came out as a weak whisper.

“I… I don’t… sir… please don’t say such dirty things…”

Rahul grabbed her chin roughly and made her look at him.

“Answer him properly, slut. Or we send the video to your husband right now. Say it. Say you’re a horny Bengali randi who needs cock.”

Pallavi’s legs felt weak.

A fresh wave of wetness soaked her panties.

She closed her eyes and whispered shamefully,

“Yes… sir… I am… I am a horny Bengali randi… I touch myself thinking about… about being fucked…”

Arjun grinned.

“That’s better. Now unbutton your blouse. Slowly. We want to see how those huge boobs look without clothes.”

Pallavi hesitated, tears rolling down her cheeks, but her hands moved on their own.

One by one, she opened the buttons of her tight blouse.

The fabric parted, revealing a black lace bra that was struggling to hold her massive boobs.

The soft, heavy flesh spilled out generously over the cups.Vikram groaned.

“Holy shit… those are some serious boobs. So big and heavy. I want to slap them and watch them jiggle.”

Mr. Sharma placed his hands on her soft waist from behind and pulled her back against his chest.

His hard bulge pressed against her ass through the saree.

“Tell us, Pallavi… do you want us to stop? Or do you want us to use these big boobs and that wet pussy like the cheap office whore you really are?”

Pallavi’s breathing was heavy. Her voice cracked as she whispered,

“I… I don’t know, sir… please… my husband…”

Rahul laughed cruelly.

“Your husband is not here, randi. But we are. And from tonight, these massive boobs, that chubby ass, and that tight Bengali cunt belong to us.”

Mr. Sharma squeezed her waist harder and whispered in her ear,

“Last chance, Pallavi. Say it clearly. Do you want us to fuck you like a dirty slut… or should we send the video to your husband right now?”

Pallavi’s whole body was shaking with fear, shame, and uncontrollable lust.

After a long silence, she finally whispered in a broken voice:

“Please… sir… don’t send the video… I… I will do whatever you want…”

The four men exchanged dark, satisfied smiles.

Mr. Sharma’s voice turned dangerously low.

“Good girl. Then get on your knees. It’s time to show us how well that pretty mouth can work.”