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Deadline Night My Colleague Took Every Inch On The Desk

Deadline Night My Colleague Took Every Inch On The Desk

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Yaar I still get hard thinking about that night. I sit in this Gurgaon office tower doing code mostly and minding my own. Sneha from marketing used to come by for the client deck fixes. Soft voice, simple salwar most days, never much eye contact. Nobody would guess what was waiting. I never thought my life turn into some hinglish bangalore sex story but the empty floor that Thursday made it real fast.

Deadline was brutal. Boss wanted final slides by morning. Whole team ran out after seven. Only me and her left under the white lights. She pull chair next to mine saying the product section still looking weak. I show her the numbers. Her knee bump my leg once then stay. She not move it away. Smell of her perfume start mixing with that AC cold air and my brain go reverse.

Only Us Left On The Floor

I ask if she want chai from machine. She say no need Amit just stay. Then her hand rest on my thigh like testing. I look at her face. Cheeks little red. She whisper I am feeling so frustrate today and these tight deadlines make body want other things. I put my palm over her hand and squeeze. She take long breath and slide my hand higher under the desk till fingers touch the warm cloth between her legs. Already damp. She open legs bit more and press my fingers in.

I rub slow circles on her chut through the salwar. She bite her lip and close eyes. Then she open my belt fingers fast like she plan this. Take out mera lund which already stand full. Her eyes go big watching it jump. She say bas kitna mota hai I not expect and wrap both hands around and start pump. Thook on the tip from her tongue then more spit so it glossy. Head go down. Lips stretch around the top and she suck hard making wet sound in the quiet office.

I grab her hair bun loose and push little deeper. She gag once but shifts and take more. Her tongue work under the shaft while hand squeeze balls soft then firm. I tell her chus saali just like that and she hum with mouth full. Spit drip on my pants. After few minutes she pull off gasping and say table pe le chal abhi nahi rukna. We stand. I shove laptop aside. She climb on conference table pull salwar and panty down in one go. White non padded bra still on. Big dusky boobs spill when I yank that off too. Dark nipples already hard.

Clothes Came Off Fast

I bend and lick one nipple then bite soft. She arch and push chest out. My fingers slide down her stomach into that thick black jhaant and open the lips. Chut already shiny and leaking. Two fingers go in easy. Hot and tight. She grab my wrist and rock on them saying aur andar. I curl fingers and feel that soft spot. Her thighs shake. Then I pull fingers out and rub the wet on my lund. Position head at her hole and push full in one hard stroke.

She cry out loud then laugh dirty. Her legs lock around my waist. I start pounding. Table legs scrape floor. Every thrust make her boobs bounce hard. I spit on them and rub while hips slap. She keep saying jor se chod Amit mat rok yeh wali feeling. Her chut make filthy squelch each time I bottom out. I pull almost out then slam back so she slide on the wood. Files fall somewhere. Nobody care.

I flip her. Doggy on the table edge. Ass up face down. That round gaand look perfect. I slap both cheeks red then ram back inside. She push back matching rhythm. One hand reaches under and rub her own clitoris fast. I feel her walls grip and flutter. She shout main aa rahi hoon and juice drip down my balls. I keep fucking through her climax till she go floppy then pull out. Lund covered white cream from her.

She turn sit on edge and pull me by hips. Take lund back in mouth tasting herself. Suck messy. Gag spit run down chin onto her breasts. I hold head and fuck her throat short strokes. Eyes water but she not stop. When I feel close I drag her off and make her stand bend over the boss chair. Enter from behind again. One hand twist her nipple other rub clit. She babble yes bas wahi pe maar deeper. Sweat stick hair to neck. Desk fan do nothing.

I pull out and push tip against her gaand hole. She freeze then nod. More thook. Slow push. Tight ring open bit by bit. She swear under breath then tell keep going. Once head pop inside I wait. She rock herself further onto it. I take over. Short deep fucks in the ass while fingers fill her chut. She come again shaking so hard knees bend. I cannot last. Pull from gaand and shove back in chut and unload thick ropes deep. Feel pulse after pulse. Overflow drip when I slip free.

Desk Got Rocked Till Morning

We collapse half on chair half floor. Breathing crazy. After few minutes she climb on my lap facing me. Lund half soft but she bounce and suck it back hard with her chut muscles. Kiss wet and bite lip. Start riding slow then bounce wild. Boobs jump in my face. I suck them marks all over. She say doosri round abhi khatam nahi. Table creak under us again. I stand carrying her still impaled and put her back on cold glass desk. Legs over my shoulders almost fold her. Pound downward so every inch disappear.

Lights auto dim on timers but we ignore. Security round usual ten thirty but tonight guy must skip wing. Good. Her moans get louder. I cover mouth with palm and she lick my fingers while getting destroyed. Change to side ways spoon on the carpet near printer. I lift one leg and grind deep low angle. Hit something that make her legs kick. Keep that pace till she soak the carpet under us and cry main phir se. I follow second load painting her thighs and lower belly.

Third time we try bathroom down the hall. Lock door. She sit on sink counter face mirror. Watch herself get railed. Tell me look how red my chut now. I slap clit while thrusting. She reach back pull my hair. Finish with her bent over toilet tank. Cum on the small of her back mark it. Clean little with tissue then more mess. Come back floor mattress somehow from rest area. Lay skin to skin. She stroke me idle and I finger her soft till both ready 4th. Spoon slow long strokes this time feel every ridge. She whisper dirty things in Hinglish mix about wanting this every deadline. I tell her yes next one too. Empty final weak load inside again.

Clock near 3 am when we dress half. Salwar inside out first try. She laugh. We wipe desk with tissue from drawer and leave no big proof. Lift request ticket open next morning like normal. But under table when no one look her foot find my leg and press. Later message flash pizza after work. I know what she mean. Body ache next two days best ache. Still when I open that same conference room smell of her perfume ghosts some evenings and mera lund remember first.

She play professional in meetings then later voice soft ask when floor empty again. I clear calendar. We take longer each time. Once almost caught by cleaner lady. Hide server room five minutes her mouth on me till risk pass. Risk make it hotter. Now every big pitch I pray staff leave early. Sneha still wear simple salwar but I know the black lace under and how her gaand clap when I pound from back. That night start everything. No romance just raw need and sticky floors and her nice chut taking everything I give. Best overtime of my life and we already plan next late one.

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