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She Locked The Cabin On My Farewell And Took It Rough

She Locked The Cabin On My Farewell And Took It Rough

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I am Rohit and this is my hinglish office farewell sex story that still makes my lund jump when I think about it. Last Friday was my final day at the tech park office in Bangalore. I had put in papers two months back for a better package and the team planned a small send off near the pantry. Cake cutting, some stupid speeches, plastic glasses of cold drink. I was just waiting to finish and leave early but Neha from HR had other plans.

Neha is twenty seven, fair, round face, always in those tight kurtis that show the shape of her heavy boobs. She sits two cubicles away and for months she would smile at me in the lift and ask about my work like she cared. That day she wore a black kurti with a deep neck and a thin dupatta that kept slipping. After the cake she came close and said yaar you are really going tomorrow I will miss seeing you every day. Her hand brushed my arm and stayed there a second longer than needed.

Most people left by seven. Only cleaning staff were mopping far end and the floor went quiet. I was packing the last box of stationery when Neha walked back from the washroom. She looked at the empty desks and said come I need to give you something personal in the meeting cabin. I followed like a fool. Inside the small glass cabin she locked the door from inside and pulled the blinds halfway. The AC was still running cold.

Cabin door clicked shut

She put her bag on the table and turned to me. Her voice went low. Rohit I wanted to do this for so long but you were always in relationship or some shit. Now you are leaving so I will not wait. Before I could say anything she grabbed my shirt and pulled me in. Her mouth crashed on mine. She kissed dirty, tongue pushing in, tasting of the sweet cake. I grabbed her waist and felt the soft fat under the kurti. My lund was already half hard inside the pants.

Neha pushed me against the table edge and rubbed her palm over my bulge. She said dekh kitna tight ho gaya already. Then she opened my belt fast, pulled the zip and freed my lund. It sprang out thick and dark. She stared for a second then spat on her palm and started stroking hard. Her grip was firm, thumb rubbing the precum on the tip. I groaned and squeezed her left boob through the cloth. The nipple was already pointed.

She bent down without asking and took the head in her mouth. Warm wet heat. She sucked only the top first, tongue circling, then went deeper till I felt the back of her throat. She gagged a little but kept going, spit running down my balls. I held her hair and fucked her mouth slow at first then faster. She looked up with watery eyes and said more, and I shoved deeper. The wet sounds filled the cabin. Outside someone walked past the corridor but she did not stop. She just sucked harder like she wanted my cum right then.

I pulled her up before I finished. I lifted her kurti over her head. Under it she had a black bra that was too small for her heavy pair. I unhooked it and those soft white boobs spilled out. Dark nipples hard like stones. I sucked one then the other, biting lightly. She moaned and pressed my head into her chest. Then she pushed her own leggings and panty down in one go. Her chut was already shiny, thin strip of hair above, lips swollen. I slid two fingers in and she was dripping. She said finger me properly yaar I am so wet thinking about your lund all day.

I turned her around and bent her over the meeting table. Files scattered. I spread her ass cheeks and saw that tight gaand and the wet pink chut below. I spat on her hole and rubbed the spit with my thumb while my fingers kept working her chut. She pushed back and said abe lund daal na abhi. I rubbed my cock head on her slit, coating it with her juice, then pushed in slow. She was tight but so wet that I slid halfway easy. Then I slammed the rest. She let out a loud moan and gripped the table edge.

Table shook under us

I started fucking her hard from behind. Full strokes, balls slapping her clit. Her boobs swung and hit the table with each thrust. She kept saying harder Rohit chodo mujhe jaise kutiya. I grabbed her hair with one hand and her hip with the other and pounded. The table legs scraped the floor. Her chut made filthy wet sounds every time I pulled out and drove back in. I slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red mark and she only got wetter.

After some minutes I pulled out and made her climb on the table facing me. She spread her legs wide, feet on the chairs. I stood between and pushed back inside. This angle let me go deeper. I leaned over and sucked her nipples while thrusting. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me in. Her nails dug into my back. She said I am close, do not stop. I rubbed her clit with my thumb and kept slamming. Her whole body shook and she came hard, chut squeezing my lund in waves, juice running down my balls onto the table.

I did not stop. I kept fucking her through the orgasm till she was gasping and pushing at my chest. Then I pulled out, flipped her onto all fours on the table like a dog, and entered again. Doggy on the hard wood. I spat on her gaand and pressed my thumb there while my cock wrecked her chut. She pushed back meeting every thrust. The cabin smelled of sex and sweat. Her dupatta was on the floor, kurti thrown somewhere. Only her bangles made soft noise when she moved.

I was close so I pulled out and told her to kneel. She got down on the carpet fast, opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. I stroked my wet lund over her face and shot thick ropes of cum on her tongue, cheeks and those heavy boobs. She swallowed what landed in her mouth and used her fingers to wipe the rest from her chest and licked them clean. Looking up she said next time you visit Bangalore you better call me. There will be more.

We cleaned up with tissue from her bag. She put her clothes back, fixed her hair in the small mirror on the wall and checked the corridor. Empty. She unlocked the door and said go first, I will wait five minutes. I walked out with my box, legs a bit weak, lund still half hard in the pants. Security uncle at the gate just nodded. Outside the humid Bangalore air hit my face but all I could smell was her chut on my fingers.

What stayed with me after

Next morning I left the city for the new job but that night kept replaying. How she locked that door without any shame. How her chut gripped me when she came. How she took my cum like she was starving. I have fucked before but this was different. No love talk, no slow kissing after. Just raw need on a farewell evening when no one was watching. Sometimes when I stroke myself now I remember the way the table shook and the way she said chodo mujhe in that low voice.

Two weeks later she messaged a photo of the same cabin empty and wrote missing that night. I replied with a dick pic and she sent back a short video of her fingers inside her chut. We still talk dirty late at night. Maybe next trip I will book a hotel near the tech park and call her. Or maybe we will use the office cabin after hours again if she can manage the keys. Either way that farewell was the best send off any man can get. Hard, wet, and no regret.

I still work the new job but nothing beats the memory of Neha bent over that table with her big boobs swinging and her mouth open moaning my name. If you ever get a chance like that on your last day do not waste it on cake and speeches. Take the cabin, lock the door, and fuck till your legs shake. That is how a proper office goodbye should end.

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