I still get rock hard whenever that Thursday comes back to me. This hinglish office sex story began after most of the floor had already cleared out and only the AC hum was left. My name is Manish and I sit two cubicles down from Shalini madam. She is the senior manager, tight blouses, dark lipstick, wedding ring flashing every time she points at the screen. I used to think she was pure ice. That night ice melted dirty.
Boss called me in around eight saying the client deck still has wrong numbers. I walked in with laptop. She shut the glass door and twisted the lock. Cabin lights stayed half dim. She sat on the edge of her big table, crossed those thick thighs and looked straight at my pants. Manish aaj late ho gaya na she said low. Main thak gayi hun calculate karte karte. Tu tight dikh raha hai. My throat went dry. I mumbled something about formulas. She slid off the table, came close and put her palm right on the bulge. Ye lund itna hard kyun hai office mein. Tell me.
I grabbed her waist. Kiss was messy, lipstick smeared, teeth clashing. She bit my lower lip and pushed me toward the chair. Shalini dropped to her knees on the carpet, yanked my belt open and pulled the pant down with underwear. My cock sprang out thick and already leaking. She spat on it twice then swallowed half in one go. Wet heat of her mouth made my knees shake. She bobbed hard, gagging sounds filling the cabin, one hand squeezing my balls. I held her hair bun and fucked her throat slow at first then deep. Spit ran down her chin onto the blouse. She pulled off gasping and said abhi pure se chodo mujhe, no soft shit tonight. Husband is out of town and this chut needs thick meat.
Cabin Desk Turns Into Her Playground
I lifted her up and bent her over the same glass desk where she usually scolds juniors. Skirt hiked in one pull. Black panties were already soaked dark in the middle. I tore them sideways. Her pussy lips looked puffy and shiny under the desk lamp. I rubbed my cock head up and down her slit gathering the wet then slammed full length inside. She grunted loud, forehead hitting a file. Saala itna bada lund pehli baar itna deep. Keep going don’t stop. I gripped her hips and started pounding proper rat-a-tat rhythm. Desk shook, pen stand fell, papers slid off. Every thrust made her ass ripple. Her married cunt gripped me like it was starving for months. I reached under and pinched both nipples through the blouse till she cursed in pure Hindi mix. Harder Manish aur tez. Galat number wali sheet pe mera pani nikal de.
I flipped her around, sat her on the desk facing me, legs wide hanging. She tore her own blouse open, bra yanked up so heavy brown tits bounced free. I sucked one nipple while slamming up into her. She wrapped legs around my back and met every thrust. Cream from her cunt coated my shaft and dripped on the carpet. She kept moaning random filthy lines. Teri maa kasam aaj pure load andar daal. I want that warm cum stretching my married hole. I spat on her tits and slapped them lightly while fucking. The wet smack sound was shameless. After ten more minutes I pulled out, spun her again and pushed her chest flat on cool glass. Doggy angle let me watch my cock disappear between those plump ass cheeks. I spit on her tight rear hole just for tease and rubbed the tip there. She reached back and spread herself. Gaand mein bhi de sakta hai par pehle chut tod de properly.
I went back to her pussy and hammered. My balls slapped her clit wetly. She started shaking, voice breaking into long ahhhh sounds. I felt her walls squeeze pulsing and she came hard, juice running down both our thighs. I did not stop. I kept drilling through her orgasm till she was drooling on her own files. Then I wanted that mouth again. I sat on her big boss chair and she crawled between my legs like she owned nothing. She deepthroated me messy, eyes watering, makeup ruined. I held her head and used her throat like a second hole. When I was close she pulled off and climbed on top reverse cowgirl. She lined me up and sank down slow then started bouncing wild. Ass cheeks clapped on my stomach. From below I watched my cock vanish into her stretched hole again and again. She reached down and rubbed her clit fast. Main aa rahi hun phir se she gasped and her whole body jerked. That second orgasm nearly sucked the cum out of me.
Final Load And The Walk Out
I stood up with her still impaled, carried her two steps and pinned her back against the cabin wall. Legs hooked over my arms. I fucked upward brutal. Picture frames rattled. She bit my shoulder to muffle scream. Her nails dug my back bloody under the shirt. I told her I am going to fill this office-working married cunt to the brim. She nodded frantic and whispered haan saara andar, ring dekh ke bhi mat soch. I slammed five more times and buried deep as balls tightened. Thick ropes pumped straight into her. Pulse after pulse. She clenched around me milking every drop. When I finally pulled out a white trickle slid down her inner thigh onto the floor. She scooped some with two fingers and tasted it while looking me dead in the eye.
We stayed like that catching breath, sticky and half naked under AC. She cleaned herself with tissue from the drawer and fixed the blouse as much as possible. Torn panties went into her handbag. Before unlocking she grabbed my cock one last time and said kal phir late baithna. Same cabin. Same lock. I pulled pants up, heart still hammering. Corridor was empty when I stepped out. Lift ride down felt unreal. Outside Hyderabad night air hit my sweaty face. My legs were weak but that dirty grin stayed the whole drive home. Next morning she acted pure professional in the meeting, only a tiny limp when she walked to the projector. Under the table her foot brushed my ankle once. That was enough. We both knew the cabin still smelled of sex and the desk would see more wreckage soon.
I jack off to that night often. The way she ordered me in half Hindi half English, the slap of skin, the way her wedding ring clicked on the glass while I rearranged her guts. Office will never feel boring again. Every late stay request now makes my cock twitch first. She owns that power and she knows I will empty everything inside her whenever she locks that door.
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