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Kolkata Hotel Night I Bent My Client Manager Till She Begged

Kolkata Hotel Night I Bent My Client Manager Till She Begged

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I still get hard thinking about that kolkata conference week. Company sent me for client meetings, three days of deck reviews and fake smiles. Thing turned crazy on the second night. This is my hinglish business trip sex story and I am not dressing it pretty. I am Arjun, 29, sales side, average build, always travelling. Kavita was the client manager handling our account, mid thirties, sharp tongue in meetings, thick thighs under those formal pants. She sat opposite me all day correcting numbers and I kept stealing looks at how her blouse stretched when she leaned forward.

After the evening dinner most people left for their rooms. I was in the lobby bar finishing a whiskey when she walked over, ordered the same, and said arjun bhai you look dead from all the talking. I laughed and told her these decks will kill me before the flight back. She touched my arm light and said my suite has better view and properly cold drinks, come for ten minutes only. Ten minutes my foot. I followed her up because my lund was already half bouncing from how she walked ahead, hips rolling like she knew exactly what she was doing.

Suite Door Closed And Clothes Started Dropping

Her suite was bigger than mine, city lights outside the window. She poured two drinks, kicked her heels off, and sat on the edge of the bed. I stayed standing like an idiot till she looked up and said sit yaar, why so stiff. I sat. She put her hand on my thigh and squeezed once hard. Your mind was elsewhere whole day she said, I saw you staring. I admitted it straight, your chest and that walk were messing my focus. She laughed low and pulled my face closer. Her kiss was hungry, no soft romantic rubbish, just open mouth and tongue and teeth on my lip. I grabbed her waist and she was already unbuttoning my shirt like she had timed it.

Kavita pushed me back on the mattress and climbed on, skirt riding up. Under it she had black lace that was already wet when my fingers checked. She moaned when I rubbed her chut through the cloth and told me take that off properly. I yanked the lace down her legs and she opened wide. Thick lips, neatly trimmed, shiny. I pushed two fingers in and she was dripping, walls clenching. She rode my hand a bit then told me mouth, use your mouth. I slid down and licked her proper, long strokes on the clit then tongue inside. She held my hair and said haan just like that, don’t stop. Her thighs locked around my head and she came fast, shaking and calling me randi ke bacche under her breath while juice ran down my chin.

I stood up and dropped my pants. My lund was fully hard, thick, veins standing. She stared and whistled soft then said badi gaand maarni padegi isko. She wrapped her hand around it and pumped slow, spit on the tip, then took me in her mouth. Warm wet throat opening. Kavita sucked like she needed it, spit strings, gagging noise when I pushed deeper. I held her head and fucked her face steady. She looked up with watery eyes and kept going till I pulled out before finishing. Not yet I said. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and told me then put it where it belongs.

How She Took Me Raw On The Sheets

I flipped her onto all fours, pulled her hips back, and rubbed the head on her wet chut. She pushed back herself and I slid in one long stroke. Tight heat swallowed me. She groaned loud and said maaro saale. I started pounding, balls slapping her clit, hands gripping her soft waist. The bed creaked like crazy. Every thrust she threw her ass back harder. I reached under and pinched her clit and she almost collapsed. Harder she kept saying, fill this chut completely. I did, long deep strokes till her legs trembled.

After some time I pulled out, flipped her on her back, pushed her knees to her chest and slammed back in. This angle hit different, deeper. Her heavy tits bounced and I sucked one nipple then the other while still fucking. Kavita scratched my back and spoke half hindi half english trash, call me your doggi, call me whatever, just don’t stop. I told her she is my dirty client randi for the night and she came again around my lund, squeezing so hard I almost lost it. Sweat covered both of us. Room smelled of sex and her perfume mixed.

She was not done. Kavita made me sit against the headboard then straddled me reverse. She lowered herself and started bouncing, ass cheeks slapping my stomach. I watched my cock disappear into her and grabbed both cheeks to control the rhythm. She leaned forward a little and told me put a finger in the gaand also. I licked my thumb and pushed it in slow while she rode. That made her go wild, louder moans, body shaking. She came third time sitting fully down on me, shaking and cursing. I held her hips and thrust up hard from below till I felt the load rising.

I warned her I am close. She jumped off, dropped to knees, and milking my lund with both hands and mouth till I exploded across her tongue and face. Thick ropes. She swallowed some, let the rest drip on her chest, then laughed and said that was overdue for both of us. We stayed on the floor a minute catching breath. Then she pulled me into the bathroom shower. Water running, I soaped her heavy breasts and she soaped my half hard cock. It came back full. Against the tiled wall I lifted one of her legs and entered her again. Standing fuck is harder but the grip of her wet chut made it worth it. She bit my shoulder when she came and I filled her this time, pumping cum deep inside while the water washed some of it down her thighs.

Morning After Still Not Enough

We slept tangled. Around five am I woke with her hand already on my morning wood. Kavita whispered one more round before the nine o clock review. She climbed on top facing me and rode slow at first, then hard, tits swinging in my face. I sucked them and slapped her ass till it reddened. She told me pull my hair and I did. When I flipped us and took her from behind again she pushed a pillow under her stomach and took every stroke like she was made for it. I lasted longer this second morning round and made sure she squirted a little on the sheets before I pulled out and came on her lower back.

We cleaned up quick and acted normal in the conference room later. She sat two chairs away, legs crossed, and sent me a short message on the side, suite again tonight if you can walk. I could walk. That night was even filthier. She brought a small bottle of oil from her bag, oiled my lund and her gaand, and asked me to take that hole slow. First time I felt that tight ring open for me. She breathed deep and said wait wait then push. I went inch by inch till I was buried. Then fucking her ass while thumbing her clit. She came with her mouth open and no sound, just shaking. I finished inside that hole too and watched cum leak when I pulled out. She looked back and said next trip you better book adjoining rooms or I will kill you in meetings.

Flight back next evening I could barely sit straight. My lund was sore in a good way and her smell was still on my fingers somehow. Kavita messaged from her own flight saying same time next quarter or sooner. I am already thinking of excuses to revisit that city even if the client deck is useless. That woman took everything I had and still asked for more. Full desi hunger mixed with hotel luxury, no slow romance, just hungry bodies and dirty talk till the sun came up. If I ever freeze in a boring meeting I just remember her on all fours dripping and the way she said maaro harder. Kept me going longer than any sales target. Worth every stiff meeting the day after.

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