I still get hard thinking about that night in our Hyderabad office. This is the hinglish late night sex story I never planned to tell anyone but it keeps looping in my head every time I open that cabin. I am Kabir, twenty nine, mid level coder, nothing special. Divya sits two desks away, twenty seven, married two years, thin waist and heavy chest that her kurtis never hide properly. Her husband works oil sites and stays gone weeks together. We always talked about tickets and builds and how the AC never works after ten. That Tuesday the client call dragged past eleven and the whole floor emptied. Only me and her left under those ugly white lights.
She came to my desk rubbing her neck and said kabir I cannot do another merge alone. My brain is fried. I laughed and said same yaar my eyes are burning. She pulled a chair close and we sat checking logs. Her knee kept brushing mine. First time I thought accident. Second time she left it there. The building went dead quiet except the lift humming sometimes. I could smell her perfume mixed with that cheap office coffee.
She asked me straight you ever stay this late with someone else. I said no only bugs keep me. She smiled small and said my husband is in some desert for ten more days. House feels empty. I did not know what to say so I just nodded. Then her hand went on my thigh like she was testing. Not soft. Firm. She said I keep watching you when you stretch near the pantry. Your arms look strong. I got thick in my pants right there and she saw the line. She did not pull back.
Why The Cabin Door Got Locked
I stood up and said come to the glass cabin at the end. Manager is on leave whole week. Nobody comes. She followed without a word. Inside I locked the door and pulled the blind down halfway. Yellow desk lamp only. She stood close and put both hands on my chest. Her voice went low. Kabir I need proper fucking tonight not polite touching. Husband does quick five minutes and sleeps. I want my chut sore.
I kissed her hard. Mouth tasted like mint and coffee. She bit my lower lip and pushed her tongue in. My hands went under her kurti straight to those heavy breasts. No bra fancy, just soft cotton. Nipples already tight. I squeezed and she moaned into my mouth. I pulled the kurti up and off. Black pant and simple bra left. I unhooked the bra and those breasts dropped free, dark nipples, soft weight perfect for my palms. I sucked one hard while pinching the other. She held my head and said haan aise hi choos saale do not stop.
I pushed her against the desk edge and yanked the pant down with the panty. Shaved almost clean, just a thin strip, chut lips already shiny. I rubbed two fingers along the slit and she was dripping. I pushed one finger in and she was hot and tight. She grabbed my belt, opened it fast, pulled my pant and underwear down together. My lund sprang out thick and dark, veins showing, tip already wet. She wrapped fingers around it and stroked slow then fast. She said bada hai madarchod I knew it would be. Put it in my mouth.
She sat on the manager chair and pulled me close. Took the head between lips and sucked loud. Spit ran down the shaft. She went deep till she gagged a little then pulled back laughing. I held her hair and fucked her mouth slow. She looked up with watery eyes and kept saying more. I could hear the wet sounds in the quiet cabin. My balls tightened fast so I pulled out. She wiped her chin and said now eat my chut properly before you destroy it.
Desk Edge And Filthy First Round
I lifted her onto the desk, papers went flying, laptop shoved aside. Legs spread wide, feet on the arm rests of the chair. I bent and licked from her gaand hole up to the clit. She jerked and grabbed my hair. I sucked the clit hard and pushed two fingers deep curling them. She started shaking and speaking broken. Chod de finger se nahi lund se. I kept licking till her thighs clamped my ears and she came with a long low cry, wetness on my chin.
I stood, wiped my mouth, and rubbed my lund on her open slit. She reached down and guided the head in. I pushed slow at first because she was tight even wet. Halfway she hissed and said wait wait. Then nodded. I sank all the way till my stomach slapped her. Full inside. Hot grip around every inch. I stayed still a second then started thrusting deep. Desk creaked. She wrapped legs around my waist and pulled me harder. Her breasts bounced with every slam. I held her hips and pounded faster.
She kept talking dirty the whole time. Haan tod de meri chut. Husband never goes this deep. Fill me. I spat on her tits and rubbed it while fucking. Sweat ran down my back. The AC was weak and the cabin got warm fast. I pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach bent over the desk, ass up. Her gaand looked round and smooth. I slapped both cheeks red and pushed back into her chut from behind. Deeper angle. She clawed the desk calendar and moaned into her arm.
I reached under and rubbed her clit while slamming. She came again shaking, walls squeezing my lund so hard I almost finished. I slowed and said not yet. She looked back with messy hair and said then put it in my gaand. I want that stretch. I spat on her hole, rubbed the spit with thumb, then pressed the head there. She pushed back herself. Slow inch by inch till I was buried in her tight ass. She cursed loud. Madarchod it burns but do not stop. I fucked her gaand steady, holding her shoulders, watching it swallow me. After some minutes I pulled out and went back to her chut because I wanted to cum inside that first.
I turned her again face up, legs on my shoulders, and drilled hard and fast. Balls slapping. The wet noise filled the cabin. She dug nails in my arms and said cum inside do not pull out. I am empty this month. That finished me. I slammed deep and pumped thick ropes into her. Felt it leaking around my lund while I kept jerking inside. She held me there till it stopped throbbing.
Second Round Before Security Walk
We stayed stuck a minute breathing heavy. My cum dripped onto the desk mat. She laughed tired and said clean later. I pulled out slow and watched the mess. She sat up, scooped some cum with two fingers and tasted it then pushed the rest back into her chut. Filthy and hot. I was still half hard. She noticed and said we have maybe forty minutes before that old guard uncle does his round. Make me take it again.
My Colleague Rode Me Hard Inside The Parked Car That Night
Office party leftovers turned filthy when Divya climbed over the gear stick. What followed in that cramped Honda still leaves my thighs aching when I remember the windows fogging up.Read related storyI sat on the big chair and she straddled me reverse. Sank down on my lund facing the glass. I held her waist and bounced her. Her ass slapped my thighs. I watched my shiny shaft disappear into her. She ground in circles then rode hard. One of her hands went to her clit. I reached around and squeezed both breasts rough. She threw head back on my shoulder and said harder choke a little. I put one hand on her throat light and fucked up into her. Chair wheels rolled and hit the wall.
She came a third time almost silent this time, whole body locking. I was close again so I stood with her still on me, laid her back on the desk sideways and pounded till I shot a second load weaker but still plenty. Spilled out immediately. We both looked wrecked. Hair stuck, skin shiny, her thighs coated.
She cleaned with tissue packets from the drawer as much as she could. Put clothes back messy. I wiped the desk with hand sanitizer and more tissue like some guilty bastard. She fixed her hair with fingers and said tomorrow same time if the build fails again. I said even if it does not fail. She smirked and kissed me once more tasting salt. Then she unlocked and walked out first toward the lift like nothing happened.
I waited five minutes, cock still sensitive in my pant, and left after. Night air outside the tech park felt cold on my sweaty neck. Next morning she came in wearing a longer kurti and sat normal. But when she passed my desk she dropped a sticky note that just said sore in best way. I kept that note in my wallet for weeks.
We did the cabin three more times that month before her husband returned. Each time rougher. Once she brought a small bottle of oil and made me fist her chut slow while she sucked me. Once I tied her wrists with my belt to the chair arm and edged her till she cried. But that first night past midnight with the blind half down and the whole floor empty stays the strongest. Raw, quick, no romance, just two people using each other hard because the dark office allowed it. Every late shift now I look at that cabin door and get thick again remembering how her married chut gripped me and how she begged in that mix of Hindi and dirty English till her voice broke.
If the guard had peeked through the gap we would have been fucked in a different way. But luck stayed with us. Now whenever the team stays late I pray the tickets pile up. Divya still sits two desks away typing like a good wife and coworker. Only we know the desk has seen her tits bounce and her gaand stretched and my cum drying on the mat. That secret keeps the days interesting. And every time I stroke myself at home I go back to her legs open under the yellow lamp saying tod de meri chut like she meant every filthy word.
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