I still get hard thinking how my boring overtime turned into the filthiest night I ever had. That ahmedabad office sex story began on a regular Tuesday when most people had already gone home and the seventh floor of our SG Highway corporate block was almost empty. I am Vikram, twenty nine, working in marketing and that day I had leftover client sheets to finish. Sonal from HR was still there too, sitting in her cabin with the door half open. She is twenty seven, sharp tongue, always in those tight formal kurtis that hug her heavy chest and show the outline of her bra. For months I watched her walk past my bay but never spoke much beyond work stuff.
I walked over pretending I needed the leave form updated. She looked up and gave that slow smile. You also stuck late haan Vikram, she said. Come sit, these auditors are killing us. I sat across and we talked useless office gossip for a bit. Her perfume was strong sweet type. She leaned forward and her top dipped so I could see the deep line between her boobs. My cock twitched inside the pants. I tried to keep talking normal but she noticed I kept staring. Eyes up mister, she laughed soft then added, or dont. I like when men look properly.
That one line did it. I felt heat climb my neck. She stood and walked around the table, closed her cabin door with a soft click and locked it. Floor is empty, she said. Watched the guards go for tea also. Then she came right next to my chair and put her hand on my shoulder. You look tense. Maybe I can help open that knot. Before I could answer she slid her palm down my chest and straight over the hard bulge. Umm already full, she whispered near my ear. Good boy.
She pulled my lund out like she owned it
Sonal dropped to her knees between my legs without any more talk. She unzipped me rough, tugged the pants and underwear down enough to free my thick cock. It sprang up dark and veiny. She stared and licked her lips. Moti si lund, she muttered then spit on the head and rubbed it with her palm. Her grip was firm and she stroked from base to tip slow at first then faster. I groaned and gripped the chair arms. She looked up smiling dirty and took the whole head in her warm mouth. That wet heat almost made me shoot early. She sucked hard, cheeks hollow, tongue swirling under the glans while her hand pumped the lower half. Spit ran down my shaft and coated her fingers. I could hear the wet slurping sounds loud in the quiet cabin.
She pulled off for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to my cock. Want me to take deeper, she asked already knowing. I just nodded and pushed my hips up. Sonal opened wide and forced herself down till my tip hit her throat. She gagged once then relaxed and took more. Her eyes watered but she kept bobbing fast, startling noises coming every time I hit the back. One hand cupped my balls and squeezed gentle while the other pressed on my thigh. I grabbed her hair which was tied in a neat bun and pulled it loose. Black hair spilled over and I used it to guide her face, fucking her mouth short hard strokes. She moaned around me and the vibration went straight to my spine. I felt balls tighten so I yanked out. Not yet inside your mouth, I said breathing heavy. She wiped her chin with the back of hand and stood up.
Sonal peeled that kurti off over her head. Under it she wore a black lace bra struggling to hold her big soft breasts. She unhooked it and they dropped free, dark nipples already stiff. I leaned forward and sucked one hard into my mouth, biting the tip till she hissed. Her hands worked the skirt zipper and it fell. Matching black panty was already soaked dark in the middle. I yanked it down and she stepped out. Her chut was shaved neat, lips puffy and shiny. I spun her around and bent her over her own desk, papers scattered. That gand looked round and firm and I slapped it once hard leaving a red mark. She gasped but pushed back toward me.
Bent over her desk taking every inch
I rubbed my cock head up and down her wet slit, coating it in her juice. She was dripping, strings hanging. Put it inside Vikram, she ordered over her shoulder, no condom nonsense, I take pill. That was all I needed. I lined up and shoved deep in one go. Her chut grabbed me tighter than expected and she cried out sharp then bit her own arm to stay quiet. I started pounding straight away, full length out and slamming back in. The desk shook and a stapler fell off. Her breasts dragged across the wood with every thrust. I held her hips and fucked harder, balls slapping her clit. She was so wet the sounds were filthy slap slap slap mixed with her choked moans.
Faster bhenchod, she hissed when I slowed a second. I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit while still ramming deep. Her legs started shaking. I am close, she warned and then her whole body locked, pussy fluttering and squeezing my cock like a fist as she came. Juice ran down both our thighs. I did not stop. I kept pounding through her climax till she was twitching and begging soft for a pause. No pause, I told her and pulled out only long enough to spin her around, lift her up and sit her on the edge of the desk facing me. Her heels dug into my back as I pushed back inside that creamy hole. This angle let me watch her face twist and her tits bounce hard each time I bottomed out.
I leaned in and bit her neck while grinding deep circles. She raked nails down my shirt then tore a couple buttons open just to touch skin. Your lund is stretching me so good, she breathed against my ear. Keep fucking like an animal. I grabbed both breasts, squeezed them together and sucked both nipples one after the other while never stopping the thrusts. Her second orgasm came faster, quieter this time just a long shaky exhale and more hot wetness coating me. I felt my own edge rising so I pulled out, stroked twice and painted her stomach and the undersides of her tits with thick ropes of cum. Some landed on her bush and dripped lower. She looked down smiling filthy and scooped a bit with two fingers then licked it clean.
Second round against the cabin glass
We barely rested five minutes. She was still dripping my cum mixed with hers when she hopped off the desk and walked naked to the frosted cabin glass that faced the empty main floor. Hands flat on the glass she looked back. Come finish properly this time inside. My cock was already half hard again just seeing her like that. I stroked myself full and stepped behind. This time I entered slower, feeling every ridge of her used soft chut. I fucked her in long deep strokes, one hand around her throat light pressure, other playing with her clit again. She pushed her ass back meeting every thrust. The glass fogged where her breath hit. Somewhere far a lift dinged but neither of us cared.
My Colleague Rode Me Hard in Empty Cabin Late Night
Aditya never planned to stay past nine but Ishita kept lingering at his desk. One locked door later he was balls deep while she moaned into his shoulder and demanded harder strokes right there on the cold office furniture.Read related storyI pulled out, dropped to my knees and spread her cheeks. Her hole was puffy red and leaking. I buried my tongue in that messy chut, tasting both of us, licking hard from clit to entrance over and over. She ground her hips against my face and came again with a muffled cry into her arm. When I stood she was boneless but still greedy. She turned, dropped again and cleaned my cock with her mouth, sucking off every drop of our mix till I was throbbing to burst once more. Then she climbed me like a tree, legs around waist. I held her ass and bounced her on my lund standing right there. Gravity made each drop slam deep. Her tits mashed against my chest. I walked us two steps and pinned her back to the glass, hammering upward fast and mean. She bit my shoulder to stay quiet and I felt the walls of her pussy clamp as she climaxed yet again.
That milking pull finished me. I shoved as deep as possible and unloaded straight into her womb, pulse after thick pulse. She locked her ankles and held me there till every drop was out. We stayed locked, sweaty and shaking, breathing like we ran stairs. After a long minute I set her down. Cum leaked immediately down her inner thigh. She caught some on her finger and pushed it back inside with a naughty look. Waste nahi karna, she said half joking half serious.
We cleaned up quick with tissue from her drawer. She put the bra and torn kurti back somehow looking almost proper though her hair was wild and neck had my bite marks. I fixed my pants knowing there was still sticky mess inside. Before unlocking she pulled me in for one last hard kiss, tongues messy. Next time you stay late text me first, she said against my mouth. Floor nine storage room stays empty after eight. Then she opened the door like nothing happened and walked toward the pantry humming. I sat back in her visitor chair for a full five minutes just smelling her on my fingers and tasting that night again. Since then every time I pass that cabin my cock remembers and I count the hours till the next empty floor.
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