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I Ruined My Junior On The Cabin Table And She Kept Taking It

I Ruined My Junior On The Cabin Table And She Kept Taking It

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I still remember that Tuesday in Bangalore like it happened last night. This hinglish cabin sex story is exactly how I wrecked my junior Sneha inside my glass cabin while the rest of the floor had already cleared out. I am Vikram, thirty two, senior ops guy in a mid size IT park office. Sneha was twenty seven, joined marketing six months back, always came in decent kurtis and decent smiles but I always caught her eyes hanging a second too long on my neck or arms when I rolled sleeves.

That day the big client dump was due Friday so I called her in after six saying we need to reconcile the spreadsheet numbers. Floor was half empty already. AC humming. My cabin door half open first. She walked in with laptop hugged to her chest, light pink kurti, black leggings clinging to thick thighs. She sat across the desk and started talking figures but my mind was already on the way her bra line showed when she leaned forward.

I stood up after ten minutes of fake pointing at cells and walked behind her chair like I was checking the screen. My hand dropped on her shoulder casual and she did not move away. I squeezed once heavier and she let out a small breath. Then I locked the cabin door with my other hand. Soft click. She looked up, eyes big. I told her spreadsheets can wait Sneha madam first tell me why you keep staring at my hands every meeting. She stammered something about focus but her cheeks went full red.

I pulled her chair back and turned her face toward me. My thumb rubbed her lower lip slow. She did not push. Instead she whispered arre Vikram sir mat I said shut up and open your mouth. She did. I pushed two fingers in and she sucked them like she already knew the drill. Saliva wet. I pulled them out and wiped them on her kurti neckline dragging the cloth down so one soft boob almost spilled. No bra strap fancy, just simple cotton that was already damp under the wire.

Cabin light stayed on

I lifted her straight from the chair and planted her ass on my desk edge papers flying. Her legs hung open. I yanked the leggings down hard till they jammed at her knees. Purple panty already dark in the middle. I ripped that aside and smelled her chut from two inches distance. Proper desi musky wet. Two fingers shoved in and she clenched so tight I laughed. Saali already dripping and we barely started.

She said sir door please open nahi karna kisi ne dekh liya to. I told her then you better stay quiet while I destroy this. I pulled my belt open, drop pants, lund already thick and angry. I rubbed the head up and down her slit coating it then pushed halfway in one go. She jerked and grabbed my shirt. Her pussy burned hot and gripped me like it wanted to milk already. I gave her no slow start. Full strokes right away, desk shaking, her ass sliding on the wood.

Every thrust I told her take it properly junior. She bit her own hand to stop noise but still little oh fuck sounds leaked. I pulled out completely once just to slap my wet lund on her clit then slammed back deeper. Her legs kicked once and the leggings finally tore at the knee. I bent and sucked one nipple hard through the kurti fabric making a wet circle then bit light. She arched and her chut fluttered around me.

After some minutes of straight pounding I pulled her off the desk, spun her, bent her face down on the same papers. Ass high. I spit on her hole and pushed back in doggy. This angle hit different. My balls slapped her clit every time and she started pushing back herself. I grabbed a fist of her hair and kept her face pressed to the keyboard. She moaned ungh ungh mixed with please and again. I reached under and rubbed her swollen clit in circles matching my thrusts till her whole body locked and she came hard, juice running down my thighs and onto the floor mat.

Second round got dirtier

I kept fucking her through that orgasm without mercy. When she went limp I pulled out and sat on my executive chair. Told her come sit. She wobbled, kicked remaining leggings off one foot, straddled me. I held my lund straight and she sank down slow at first then all the way. Her kurti was half open now, both boobs free, brown nipples hard. I sucked them while she rode. Up and down messy. Her juices made filthy wet sounds every drop.

She started bouncing harder. I slapped her ass cheeks red alternating left right. She leaned forward and bit my neck. I told her free hai if you want marks leave Kariye but keep moving those hips. Her hands went to my shoulders and she ground in circles grinding her clit on my base. I felt another climax building in her so I gripped her waist and jackhammered up from below. Chair creaked loud. She buried face in my shoulder and shook again choking on little screams.

When she collapsed I lifted her off, made her kneel between my knees on the cabin floor. My lund shiny with her cream. I said clean it. She licked long strokes from balls to tip, then took half in mouth. Desi girl style messy spit not sexy porn polish. Gag twice then I held her head and fucked her throat short pumps till spit strings hung. She looked up watery eyed and I almost finished there but I wanted her pussy again.

I made her stand, face the cabin glass that looked out to empty cubicles dark now. Hands flat on glass. I entered from behind again deeper angle. One hand around her throat light, other pinching nipple. Kept pumping that slick hole telling her next time wear skirts only so I can lift and fuck faster. She nodded stupid with lust. I felt my own end coming so I sped up brutal. Desk light reflected us dirty and raw. Just before I blew I pulled almost out and dragged the head over her clit then buried deep and unloaded ropes straight inside her open cunt. She pushed back taking every spurt.

We stayed locked like that panting. My cum already leaking down her inner thigh when I slipped out. I turned her, wiped some cream with two fingers and fed it into her mouth. She sucked clean without order. I laughed and said good girl. Then I pushed her back on the desk once more and used my half hard lund to smear remaining white across her trimmed bush and lower belly making a mess. She watched and her fingers went to her own clit rubbing slow like she was still hungry.

We did not stop at one load

I locked the door second time properly and dimmed cabin lights. She sat naked bottom half on my desk edge legs spread wide showing that freshly fucked pink swollen chut dripping my seed. Looking at it made me hard again faster than expected. I stepped between her thighs and pushed back in slow this time just to feel how loose and creamy she already was. The squelch was pure filth. She wrapped legs around my waist and pulled me deeper.

I fucked her missionary on the desk papers completely ruined sticky. Her arms around my neck. No romance just hard wet interest. I told her your husband or whoever would never stretch you like this. She breathed he is not there and do not stop. I pinched her clit while thrusting and she came third time weaker but longer, rolling her eyes. I followed soon dumping second load still inside, smaller but enough that when I stepped back a thick drip landed on the floor.

She stayed open and breathing hard staring at ceiling AC vent. I grabbed tissue box from drawer and cleaned my lund only then wiped some of the mess between her legs half done. She pulled leggings up with hole at knee, tucking ruined panty into her bag. Kurti still damp at chest. Before she left I pulled her close and shoved three fingers back into her used pussy one last time just to hear that wet sound then licked them myself. Told her next report review will be same timing. She nodded and left cabin walking funny, face flushed proper.

I sat back smelling sex thick in the closed cabin air. Desk sticky, floor drops drying. That night I did not even go home straight. Just sat and replayed how tight she started and how open she finished. Next morning she came to office in jeans looking clean professional but when she passed my cabin she slowed half second and I saw the small hickey I left low on her neck mostly covered by hair. We never talked soft after that. Only fucked more times same cabin when overtime excuses lined up. But that first night stayed rawest. Pure cabin filth no fancy hotel no wine just wood desk glass walls and her dripping on everything I owned at work.

Even now sometimes when I stay late alone I palm the desk edge where her ass print cooled and get hard remembering how she begged without words by just shoving back onto me harder. Bangalore nights outside neon, inside only the smell of her and the uneven thrash of two bodies who should have been pointing at excel columns. That is the whole real account no dressing up. We broke every office rule and neither of us looked back once the door clicked lock.

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