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Whiskey Made My HR Crush Beg For It At The Bash

Whiskey Made My HR Crush Beg For It At The Bash

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Yaar that annual company night in Pune still sits in my head like a fever. I am Rohan, thirty one, senior dev, not the type who hunts girls at office functions. But this hinglish office party sex story started the moment Ananya from HR walked in wearing that tight black dress that hugged her ass like it was painted on. Free whiskey was flowing near the buffet and half the team was already loud. I kept drinking because looking at her made my pants tight and I needed something to hide it.

She came near the snack table and smiled like she knew. Rohan you look bored she said soft while picking a paneer tikka. I told her boring nahi hai bas thoda crowd zyada hai. She laughed and her hand brushed my arm longer than needed. Vivek my team lead was busy showing karaoke to juniors so I stayed close to her. We took two more pegs each. Her perfume mixed with the whiskey smell and my lund was already half hard thinking nonsense.

Drinks hit and the flirting stopped being polite

After half hour she was properly flushed. Her lips looked wet and she kept biting the lower one while talking about some stupid policy change. I said sab bakchodi hai aaj party enjoy karo. She leaned in and whispered that her heels were killing her and maybe we should find somewhere less noisy. I nodded like dumb and followed her past the DJ setup toward the side corridor that led to the service area behind the hall. Lights were dim there and one door went to a small unused meeting room the hotel kept for staff. She pulled me inside and locked it without asking.

Ananya turned and put her hand straight on my chest. I have been watching you whole evening she said voice low. I am also watching you I told her no filter left. She pressed her body against mine and I felt those soft tits push into me. My hand went to her waist then lower and squeezed that round ass. She moaned a little and I kissed her hard. No romance that kiss was pure hungry tongue and teeth. She grabbed my hair and pulled me closer. I could taste the whiskey on her and it made me crazy.

I pushed her against the table in the middle of the room. Her dress rode up and I saw black lace panty already damp in the middle. I rubbed my fingers over that wet patch and she jumped. Choot already ready hai I mumbled and she slapped my arm half smiling half angry. Don’t talk dirty she said but her hips pushed forward into my hand. I pulled the panty aside and slid one finger inside her chut. Warm tight and dripping. She gasped and held the table edge. Another finger went in and I pumped slow then faster. Her juice coated my hand and she started making those small ish ish sounds.

I dropped to my knees because I wanted to taste that desi pussy properly. Dress fully up, panty yanked down her legs, I buried my face between her thighs. She smelled clean with a little sweat from dancing and pure woman. My tongue licked from bottom to top of her slit and she almost fell. I sucked her clit hard while two fingers kept fucking her hole. Ananya started shaking and her free hand grabbed my hair again. Don’t stop Rohan please she kept repeating like a stuck record. I ate that chut for long minutes till her thighs clamped my head and she came shaking with a loud cry she tried to bury in her arm.

She took every thick inch without pause

I stood up wiping my mouth. My jeans were open already and I pulled my lund out. Thick hard and leaking. Her eyes went big for a second then she smiled dirty. Bada hai she whispered and wrapped her fingers around it. She stroked slow then knelt and took the tip in her mouth. Hot wet tongue swirling. She could not take full length yet but she tried like a good girl sucking and slurping sounds filling the small room. I held her hair and pushed a bit deeper. She gagged once but kept going spit running down her chin. After some time I pulled her up because I wanted that chut around my cock properly.

I turned her around bent her over the table face down ass high. Dress bunched at her waist. Her bare ass looked perfect round brown and ready. I rubbed my lund up and down her wet slit then pushed in slow. Head popped inside and she moaned long. Inch by inch I sank till my balls touched her. Full deep. Then I started fucking. Hard. No soft shit. Hips slamming her ass making that wet fleshy sound. She gripped the table and pushed back meeting every thrust. My balls smacked her clit area each time and she cried out more.

Talk dirty again she suddenly said between moans. I leaned over her back and growled how tight her chut was squeezing my lund how I would fill her with cum and she would walk out dripping. She came again right then walls fluttering around me. I did not stop. I pulled out flipped her onto her back on the table legs open wide. One leg over my shoulder and I rammed back in. Her tits bounced free now dress half off. I pinched both nipples hard while pounding. Sweat made her skin shine under the weak light. Ananya looked wrecked eyes half closed mouth open stretching oh fuck oh fuck in Hinglish mix. Aur zor se she demanded and I gave it.

I felt my balls tighten. I pulled out almost all the way then slammed deep and started pumping thick ropes inside her. Pulse after pulse filling that pussy. She locked her legs around me keeping me buried till every drop was out. We stayed like that breathing hard for a minute. When I slipped out cum started leaking down her thigh onto the table. She looked down and laughed soft. Mess banana tha kya she said. I wiped some with my finger and pushed it back into her chut. She shivered again.

Back out like nothing happened but legs shaking

We cleaned up with some tissues from her bag. She fixed her dress and panty as much as possible though the wet spot was obvious if anyone looked close. I tucked my lund away still half hard smelling of her. Before opening the door she kissed me once more dirty and said next team outing we find better room. I just nodded throat dry. We slipped back into the party hall separate ways. Vivek shouted at me from the bar asking where I vanished. Bathroom yaar I lied and took another whiskey neat to calm the shaking in my hands.

Rest of the night I kept catching her eyes across the room. She danced with some juniors but every few minutes looked at me and bit her lip. My cock twitched remembering how she took every inch and begged for harder. After the cake cutting she came near again under excuse of taking a group photo. Her fingers brushed my palm and I felt a little of my own cum still sticky there. Filthy and perfect. Party ended around one and cabs were called. She left with two other HR girls but texted me later that night three words. Still leaking. I jerked off again in my flat thinking of her bent over that table taking my load deep.

Next Monday at office she acted normal professional in meetings. But when we passed near the pantry alone she brushed her ass against my front for half second and whispered same place next month team dinner. I smiled and said scene banate hain. That night changed how I looked at every office bash after. One beer too many one locked door and a hungry colleague is all it takes sometimes. Her chut still comes back in my dreams wet and gripping and I wake up hard every damn time.

Details stay clear even now years later. The way her heels scraped the floor when I first ate her out. How her voice cracked when I called her chut starving for my lund. That messy wet slap of skin while I fucked her from behind. Cum dripping down and the quiet laugh after. No love story just raw animal stuff two people needed that night. Free alcohol music and a dark room did the rest. I still get hard when I pass that hotel and remember the service corridor smell and her nails digging into the table edge. Best company event I ever attended no contest.

Sometimes in long meetings I look at her presenting some boring slide and remember how those same lips stretched around my cock. She catches me staring now and then and the tiny smile she gives is enough. We never dated never held hands in public. Just that one hard fuck and a few more later when chance and whiskey aligned. But that first party night stays the wildest. Pure need no plans no promises. Just a man and a woman using each other till legs gave out. Yaar that is all the story needs to be. Nothing soft nothing sweet. Just the real dirty memory of Ananya bent open and taking everything I had.

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