This desi coworker sex story starts on a humid Thursday when our manager dumped a rushed client deck on me and Neha just after lunch. Most of the team packed up by seven but we were stuck on the seventh floor of the old Pune IT park with the AC already trying to die. Neha sat two desks away like always, black pencil skirt that always rode a little when she stretched and a white shirt she never buttoned all the way. I had been watching that gap for months. Hard not to. She had full hips and those thick thighs that looked tight in stockings even under the harsh tube lights.
I said we should just push through till half past nine or the slides would look half finished. She sighed and said fine yaar but you owe me cutting chai after and rubbed her neck like it already hurt. We worked side by side for a while, her leaning over to point at my screen, breast brushing my arm more than once. I smelled that light perfume she used mixed with sweat. My cock started thickening inside the trousers and I almost adjusted myself right there. She noticed. Of course she did. Little smirk and she asked if I was finding the numbers hard or something else. I told her both and she laughed low.
After the security boy did his round and left us alone the floor felt dead quiet except the whir of one printer nobody used. Neha stood and stretched hard, shirt lifting so I saw the soft roll of her belly and the black bra strap. Then she walked behind my chair and put both hands on my shoulders saying you look tense. Her fingers dug in and I felt her tits press against the top of my head. I reached back and held her calf. Smooth stocking. She did not pull away. I slid the hand higher under the skirt and she just breathed out my name Arjun and said lock the main door then.
Office lights dim and nothing else matters
I went and clicked the big glass door locked, killed half the lights so only the desk lamps stayed. When I came back she had already sat on the edge of my desk, legs open enough that the skirt rode high and I saw the dark line of her panties. She said come here properly and pull that useless zipper. I stood between her thighs and she grabbed my belt like she owned it. Trousers down, cock springing fat and already leaking. She stared at it and muttered damn you have been hiding this and wrapped one warm hand around the shaft and stroked slow. Precome smeared her fingers. She lifted those fingers to her mouth and tasted them without looking away from me.
I pushed her shirt open, buttons flying one or two, and yanked the bra cups down. Heavy brown breasts spilled out with dark thick nipples already stiff. I sucked one hard while my hand went under the skirt and tore the panty crotch to the side. She was soaked. Fingers slid in easy and she clenched and said yes put more, do not tease like office polite boy. I worked two then three fingers deep and thumbed her clit till she was rocking on the desk edge making little wet sounds. Her hand never stopped pumping my cock, squeezing the head each time.
She slid off the desk, dropped to her knees on the cheap carpet and took me straight to the back of her throat. No slow build. She gagged once then breathed through her nose and kept going, spit running down my balls. I held her hair in a rough fist and fucked her mouth short hard strokes. She looked up with wet eyes and hummed around me. When I pulled out strings of spit connected her lips to the head. She wiped her chin and said fuck me against the wall before someone comes. Voice rough already.
Cubicle wall takes the pounding
I spun her around, bent her over a low partition and shoved the skirt fully up her back. Fat round ass cheeks split by the ruined panty. I ripped that scrap off completely and kicked her feet wider. Cock lined up and I pushed in with one long thrust till my hips smacked her. She was tight and hot and dripping so much it ran down her thighs. She shouted a curse and pushed back. I started slamming. Hard. Real hard. The partition rattled and her tits swung free under her. Every thrust made that wet slap sound that filled the empty floor. She kept saying harder Arjun, use me, fill this cunt and reached back to spread herself open more.
I grabbed her hips and went deeper, bottoming out, feeling her walls ripple. Then I pulled almost out and drove back so her whole body jerked. One hand left her hip and smacked that ass red. She moaned loud enough that if anyone was on the stairwell they would have heard. I leaned over her back, bit her shoulder and kept pounding while my other hand reached under and pinched her clit. She started shaking and came hard, pussy locking on my cock, juices squirting a little down both our legs. The carpet got darker patches. I did not stop. Kept fucking her through it till she was babbling yes yes do not pull out.
I flipped her to face me, lifted one thick thigh high and entered again standing. Her back hit the wall. She locked ankles behind me and clawed my shirt. I rutted up into her balls deep, her tits bouncing against my chest. Sweat stung my eyes. She kissed me messy, all tongue and teeth, tasting like the chai we never got. I told her I was close and she said dump it inside, I am empty today, give me every drop. That finished me. I buried deep and pumped thick ropes straight into her, cock pulsing till it almost hurt. She clenched and milked more. When I finally slid out a heavy white glob followed and dripped from her open pussy onto the floor between us.
Second round before we even clean up
We stood there breathing hard under the half light. She looked down at the mess and laughed a real filthy laugh then said we are not done till you make me walk funny tomorrow. She grabbed my still half hard cock and stroked it back to life with the mixture of her cream and my cum. Then she climbed onto my chair, knees on the armrests, and sat reverse on me. I held her waist while she lowered onto my cock again, taking every inch slow so I could watch it disappear between those swollen lips. Once seated she rode hard, ass bouncing, hands on my thighs for balance. The chair creaked like it would break. I reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles. She came a second time, quieter but longer, body going stiff then melting.
Late Shift Spill That Ended With Her Screaming On My Lap
Ravi thought Sneha was just another quiet classmate from the Chandigarh transfer batch until one brutal late shift flipped everything. What followed inside the empty floor was pure filthy release with no soft edges left.Read related storyI stood up with her still impaled, walked two steps and laid her back across the desk among the keyboards and sticky notes. Legs wide I fucked her lazy and deep this time, watching cum already leaking out around my shaft each time I pulled back. She played with her own nipples and told me how many times she imagined this while sitting in meetings. I told her I jerked thinking about that gap in her shirt every other lunch break. She smiled dirty and pulled me down for another bite at my lip. I sped up again till the desk seamed against the wall and emptied a second smaller load inside her. We stayed locked till the cock went soft and slipped free, leaving her hole open and shiny.
After that we just sat on the floor half naked, her head on my thigh, wiping ourselves with tissue from the printer tray. She said we should pretend nothing if the others show tomorrow but her fingers were still lazily stroking my cock like she already wanted round three. I said sure and we both knew it was a lie. She fixed her shirt as best she could, shoved the torn panty in her bag, and we left the deck half finished like idiots. Outside the air hit cooler. In the lift she leaned close and murmured next late night you better lock us in the server room. My cock twitched again just from that.
Next morning she walked past my desk with the same skirt and sat down careful like her core still ached. She opened a chat window only for me and typed two words: still leaking. I had to stay at my desk till the tent went down. That whole week we found excuses. Store room. Empty conference table after six. Once against the bathroom sink while someone washed hands outside. She always took it raw and always left with my cum drying on her thighs under the skirt. Never romantic crap. Just hungry and filthy the way good office stress relief should be. I still get hard when I smell that cheap floor cleaner they use on the seventh floor. Reminds me how her pussy sounded when I first shoved in and how hard she could take it with only desk lamps watching.
We never finished that original pitch the same night of course. Manager yelled a bit the next week. Worth every second. If you ever stay late with a woman like Neha you learn the real work starts after the lights drop and the door clicks shut. My desk still has a faint stain at the edge nobody notices but me. I leave it.
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