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Warehouse Night Duty Left Me Sore From That New Girl

Warehouse Night Duty Left Me Sore From That New Girl

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I never thought my boring night job would turn into this desi late shift sex story but it did and still when I think about it my lund gets hard all over again. Name is Vikram. Thirty four. Godown supervisor for a spare parts warehouse on the outskirts of Indore. Shift runs ten at night till six morning. Most nights nothing happens except stacking crates and drinking hot chai from the small flask my wife packs. That changed the week Meera joined as helper.

She was twenty seven maybe twenty eight. Medium height. Thick thighs that filled those cheap black trousers and a blouse that never sat right once she started sweating. First two nights she kept quiet. Looked scared of the forklift and the big shutter doors. I showed her how to tag the cartons and where the damaged ones go. She kept saying ok sir ok sir in a soft voice and nodded a lot. I caught her staring at my arms when I lifted the heavy battery packs. Did not think much of it at first.

Third night the loaders pulled a longer shift on the east bay so me and Meera got stuck alone checking the remaining inventory in bay four. Fans barely worked. Air smelled of cardboard and diesel. She wiped her neck with the end of her dupatta and I saw the sweat running down between her breasts. My eyes stayed too long. She noticed. Did not look away angry. Just smiled sideways and went back to counting.

Loading Bay Heat

Around one thirty she dropped a small carton near the whiteboard. Bent over slow to pick it up. Trouser stretched tight over her gaand. Round and heavy. I walked over like I was helping. My hand brushed her hip by accident. Or not accident. She stood up straight and turned. Face close. Breath smelling of mint and gutka she must have chewed earlier. Vikram bhai she said low you are staring again. I told her then stop bending like that if you do not want me staring. She laughed soft. Said and what will you do if I bend more. I pulled her by the waist right there between the stacked tyres. Reckless. She did not push away. Hand came on my chest quite firm. Mouth opened when I kissed her. Tongue was hot and she bit my lower lip once hard enough to sting.

I pushed her back against the metal rack. Hands under her blouse straight away. Bra was thin cheap cotton. Nipples already stiff. I pinched both and she made a sound in her throat like a whimper and a moan mixed. Couple minutes of that and I spun her around. Yanked the trousers and panty down together to her thighs. Chut was already wet when my fingers slid over it. Thick lips. Shaved but stubble coming back. I fingered her deep two fingers then three while my other hand kept her face turned so I could kiss her neck. She kept saying haan wahan aur andar in broken whispers. Not full sentences. Just needy scraps.

My belt came open fast. Lund was already leaking at the tip. I rubbed the head up and down her slit coating it. Then pushed in one go. She was tight. Proper grip even though wet. She hissed something about it being too big but her gaand pushed back seeking more. I started fucking her standing doggy against the rack. Slow at first because someone could walk past the end of the aisle any second. Then faster once the wet sounds got loud. Skin slapping. Her hands gripped the metal bars so hard knuckles went white. I reached around and rubbed her clit rough. She came first orgasm shaking and dripping on my balls. I kept going through it. Liked how her chut clenched like it wanted to milk me dry.

When I got close I pulled out and spun her. Made her kneel on a flattened cardboard sheet. She took my lund in her mouth without being told twice. Lips stretched. Gagged a little when I held her head and thrust. Spit ran down her chin onto her blouse. I fucked her face till I was ready then pulled out and painted across her tongue and cheeks. She swallowed most of it rolling her eyes like she liked the taste. Dirty girl. After that we cleaned with a spare cloth from the locker and pretended packing continued. She finished her shift walking funny. I finished with a smile I could not hide.

She Came Looking For More

Next night she arrived wearing even looser pants. No panty line visible. Which means she planned out. Around midnight when the other boys went for dinner break near the main gate she found me in the small supervisor cabin at the back. Door has a lock. I locked it. Curtain already drawn. She locked eyes with me and started unbuttoning her blouse herself. Squeezed her own breasts through the bra then took it off. Heavy dark nipples. I sat in my chair and pulled her onto my lap facing me. Kissed those nipples sucking hard till she yelped. Her hands free my lund again. She spat on it twice coating properly then rose up and sank down. Took half in one go. Rested. Then more. Fully seated she ground in circles. Slow torture.

I held her hips and bounced her. The chair squeaked loud under us. She muffled her cries against my shoulder biting the cloth of my shirt. Sweat glued our stomachs. I could feel her juices running down over my balls onto the chair seat. Must have left a permanent mark. She came twice like that bouncing. Second time she went quiet and stiff then shook hard returned panting. I stood up still inside her. Carried her two steps and laid her on the metal desk pushing papers and calculator aside. Now I could hammer properly. Legs over my shoulders. Deep angle. Her eyes rolled. Mouth open no sound for stretches then sudden loud moan that I shut with my palm. I told her keep quiet or Chacha the night watchman will come and we both lose jobs. She nodded under my hand but still made wet choked noises every thrust.

I flipped her face down bent over the desk. Used spit again because even though she was soaked the friction felt good. Pounded her from behind till my thighs burned. Then slowed and played with her gaand opening. Thumb circled the tight hole. She froze a second then pushed back little. So I spat more and worked the thumb in slow. She muttered bohot tight hai but stayed. I fucked her chut with the thumb half buried in her gaand and that combo finished her third time almost thrashing. Papers went flying. Calculator hit floor. I pulled out at the end and came on her lower back thick white ropes that slid toward her gapped chut when she stood shaky.

We both wiped fast with tissues she brought this time. Smart woman. She dressed and left the cabin looking fresh enough. I sat another twenty minutes recovering and thinking how lucky and stupid this whole situation was. Wife at home sleeping. Me here pretending inventory counts while fucking the new hire raw.

Almost Busted By Watchman

Third time something went wrong and it made everything hotter. Around three a.m. we were inside the empty refrigerated container trailer parked near bay seven. Doors half open for air. I had her bent over a stack of empty crates inside. Pants around ankles. Blouse open hanging. I was deep and the trailer echoed every slap funny. Suddenly flashlight beam cut across the open doors. Chacha watchman calling out from distance. Vikram beta sab theek hai kya. I froze balls deep. Meera went dead still too. I whispered stay quiet and pulled out slow. Cum already halfway building so hard not to keep moving. We both crouched behind the crates. Heart hammering. Flashlight lingered then bobbed away. Footsteps faded toward the other side of the yard.

As soon as quiet returned Meera laughed silent against my arm. Then she climbed over me instead. Sat reverse cowgirl right there on the dirty trailer floor. Her strong thighs took over riding hard and mean like she wanted to punish both of us for nearly getting caught. Watching her gaand bounce and my thick shiny lund disappearing under it was enough. I grabbed her waist and slammed up from below till I exploded inside her. No time to pull out. Full load deep. She kept rocking milking every drop then climbed off shaking more cum onto the floor between us. Looked back over her shoulder hair messy face red. Said now your wife will taste me on you later. Filthy line that almost made me hard again instantly.

After that night we slowed down because other loaders noticed how we always took the same bays. Still two more quick sessions happened. Once against the water tank outside when urgent. She faced the wall hands flat. I entered from behind holding her hip and covering her mouth. Took maybe four minutes total before both finished. Another time in the ladies toilet which is basically one dirty stall. She sat on the closed seat. I stood and fed her lund till she gagged quiet then she flipped and presented. We used no rubber any of the times. Dangerous. Stupid. Hot as hell.

Meera transferred to day shift two weeks later after her relative pulled strings. Safer for both. Sometimes I see her name on the roster paperwork and remember the smell of her sweat mixed with carton dust and the way her chut gripped. Wife still packs my flask. I still supervise nights. But every time the fans fail and the bay empty for too long I look around for some shadow like hers. Never quite found the same fire. That woman took every inch without complaint and left me walking sore for days. Best heat Indore nights ever gave me. And yes I still keep one of the tissues folded with a dried streak. Disgusting maybe. Real for sure.

Sometimes when I finish night duty and ride the early bus home I think about how close Chacha came with that light. One second earlier and everything ends. Jobs gone. Families broken. Instead Meera rode me harder after the scare like danger was the fuel. That is the part I replay most. The way her voice went rough when she came with a thumb in her gaand. The way cum dripped from her while she fixed her hair like nothing. Named me Vikram bhai one minute then took my full load the next without asking names twice. Pure animal night shift hunger. No love story. No saari drama. Just two tired workers sweating out the lust the city heat builds in every boring job. I would do every minute again even the almost caught part. Especially that part.

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