Main Arjun bol raha hoon yaar. Twenty nine saal ka product manager at this small fintech startup stuck in a messy Koramangala building. Work is crap most days but that one week when the Series A deck kept failing is when everything went full paagal. I still get hard thinking how Meher took control. This bangalore startup sex story is not some soft romance bakwas. Pure raw kamina stuff.
We had been grinding for fourteen days straight. Sleep was three hours max. Meher handled marketing and investor stories. Tight jeans wali ladki with thick thighs and a mouth that was always complaining about fonts. I never looked at her that way before because bas work work. That Tuesday night most of the team had left. Only me and her lights still on. I was fixing the user numbers slide when she walked over chewing pan masala and sat on the edge of my table.
She said arey Arjun these metrics still look weak na. Investors will laugh. I told her I am already dead inside. She laughed and put her hand on my shoulder then slid it down slow like she was checking if I was real. Her fingers pressed my chest undershirt. Smell of her perfume mixed with office AC. Then she looked at the empty floor and said listen I need to blow off this tension or I will break something. You free or what.
I barely said haan before she grabbed my collar and pulled me to the small meeting room with the frosted glass. She locked it from inside. No drama. Just pulled her black top over her head. Big soft breasts in a simple cotton bra bounced out. Dark nipples already hard. She said stop staring and open your pant. My cock was already stiff like rod even though I was dead tired.
Her First Orders In That Room
Meher pushed me into the chair. Knelt between my legs and yanked my jeans down. My cock slapped up against my stomach. She spit on it once then wrapped both hands and started pumping rough. Not gentle girlfriend style. Fast hard strokes like she hated the numbers more than my dick. Then she took the head in her mouth. Hot wet and immediately deep. Gagging sound filled the small room. Saliva ran down my balls. She kept one hand squeezing the base and used her tongue under the ridge while sucking like she wanted to pull the cum out early.
I groaned and put hand on her head. She slapped it away and said mat chhed. I decide speed. Then she deep throated till her nose hit my stomach. Held there till eyes watered. Pulled off gasping and strings of spit connected her lips to my cock. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand and stood up. Pulled her jeans and panty down in one go. Shaved pink pussy already shiny. She turned turned around bent over the table spreading her ass with both hands.
She said abhi chhod de andar tak. No condom nonsense. I stood and rubbed the head up and down her slit. Soaked already. Then I pushed in slow at first. Tight hot walls gripped me. She pushed back hard and took full length in one go. Moaned loud enough I worried the guard downstairs might hear. I started fucking her deep. Balls slapping her clit every thrust. Table shook. Her breasts smashed against the cold glass surface. She kept saying aur tez aur tez saale maar. Hindi dirty talk coming out broken between gasps.
I gripped her hips and railed her like I was angry at the pitch deck myself. Wet sounds loud. Her pussy made those sticky guch guch noises. She reached back and spread her own cheeks wider so I could watch my cock disappear. Then she told me to slap her ass. I did. Red marks came up fast. She only got wetter. Juice running down her thighs onto the carpet.
After some minutes she pulled off suddenly. Turned and sat her bare ass on the table facing me. Legs open wide. Pulled me back in by my cock. Now I fucked her from front. Deep strokes that made her stomach jump. She locked ankles behind my back and clawed my shoulders. Kept repeating harder randi ki tarah rakh. I pulled almost out then slammed full. Her tits bounced hard. One time I leaned and bit her left nipple. She hissed and came suddenly. Pussy clamped like fist. Legs shook and she squirted a little over my balls and the table edge. Warm splash.
We Took It To Her Loft Later
Still inside her I felt my own load rising. She sensed it and shoved me back. Said not here finish. Get dressed. We walked out like nothing. Grabbed bags. She called an auto and we went to her one BHK loft ten minutes away. Tiny place smelling of coffee and her perfume. Door barely closed when she pushed me against wall and kissed messy. Tongue deep. Hands everywhere. She stripped me full naked this time. Then dropped her leftover clothes.
On the mattress on floor she got on all fours again. Ass high. Told me to spit on her hole. I did. Then I pushed my cock back into her pussy from behind. Started long hard strokes. The bed made cheap creak noises. She buried face in pillow but still moaned loud. I reached under and rubbed her clit fast while fucking. She came again shaking. Her arms gave out so she went flat on stomach. I stayed on top and kept pounding that red swollen pussy.
After that she rolled me over and climbed on. Reverse cowgirl first. Hands on my thighs. She bounced hard watching my cock slide in the mirror she had. Ass cheeks clapped. Then she turned around facing me. Rode like she was grinding anger into me. Leaned forward so her heavy breasts slapped my face. I sucked both nipples while she impaled herself again and again. Sweat dripping from her chin onto my chest.
She slowed then lifted off and moved up. Straddled my face. Said chat saaf. I licked her used pussy filling my mouth with our mixed taste. She ground down hard almost smothering. I tongue fucked her hole and fingers pushed into her ass at same time. She shuddered and came on my mouth wet and loud. Juices covered my jaw.
When she climbed off she stroked my cock with both hands sticky from her. Then she said time for gaand. I had never done that with anyone from work. She grabbed coconut oil from bathroom shelf. Poured it over my cock and her tight brown hole. Fingered herself open with two fingers first. Then lined me up. I pushed slow. Head popped in. She hissed and told me wait. After few breaths she pushed back taking more. Full balls deep. So tight I almost finished right then.
Hot Aunty Fingered Me Under Blanket Then Dragged Me To Plane Toilet
I never expected the quiet woman in the middle seat to grab my cock during takeoff turbulence. By the time we hit cruising height she had already decided we were finishing what she started in that cramped toilet.Read related storyI fucked her ass slow at first then faster when she started pushing back meeting every thrust. She cursed continuous. Madarchod tod de. Her hand was under her rubbing clit fast. The oil sound and slap of skin filled the tiny room. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back while ramming. She came again hard body locking. That squeeze pulled my load out. I buried deep and pumped thick cum straight into her ass. Spasm after spasm. Felt so fucking good my vision blurred.
I pulled out slow. Cum leaked from her open hole down her thighs. She stayed like that breathing heavy then laughed broken. Said good. Pitch going better tomorrow for sure. We cleaned a bit with towel. Slept naked tangled for maybe two hours. At five she woke me by sucking my half hard cock again. Morning wood went full fast. She rode me reverse one more time slow and deep milking every remaining drop into her pussy this time. No words just wet sliding and heavy breathing. When she finished she got off and kissed the tip once almost tender then slapped my thigh and said bath and go. We still have slides.
What Stayed After The Money Came
We closed the funding three days later. Team celebrated. Meher and me never talked about that night in front of others. But every few weeks when release pressure got high she would message only one word. Loft. I would go. Same raw treatment. Sometimes she wanted me to tie her wrists with her own dupatta and fuck her throat till she gagged loud. Sometimes she bent over the kitchen counter and made me use both holes till she could not stand. Once she sat on the balcony railing at night city lights behind and I stood fucking her standing half scared someone would see while she laughed and came squirting down my legs.
She never got soft. Always told me exactly how deep how fast how dirty. Called me her office dildo when she felt like it. I never complained. My cock stayed trained for her orders. Some nights after she drained me she would sit naked on the floor eating leftover biryani with fingers and complain about the next feature. I would watch cum still leaking from her and feel not one bit of shame.
That whole flow started from one failed metrics slide and a locked glass room. Now whenever I open a pitch deck my cock twitches remembering how she took every hard thrust without mercy. Pure desi office filth that still runs in my head on quiet nights. No love story ending. Just two tired people using each other till the body said stop then repeating when the next crunch came. And I am still waiting for her next one word message.
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