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Colleague Neha Grabbed My Bulge Mid WFH Call

Colleague Neha Grabbed My Bulge Mid WFH Call

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I still laugh when I think how a normal WFH Tuesday turned into that hinglish work from home sex story mess. Wife Priya had left early for her bank shift. I was alone in our two BHK in Hyderabad, coffee cold, wearing just an old banyan and track pants, half listening to the standup on mute. Cursor blinking on some stupid bug, when the doorbell rang hard three times.

I opened and there stood Neha from the dev team. Junior to me by two years, always sat two seats away in the old office days. That day she wore a tight black kurti that stuck to her boobs because of the humidity and a blue jeans that hugged her fat thighs. She held a thick file folder and looked self conscious.

Sir I tried mailing thrice but your id is bouncing and boss wants your sign on these before EOD, she said almost in one breath. I told her come in quickly AC is on, no need to stand in that corridor heat. She stepped in, smelling of some cheap sweet perfume mixed with sweat. I closed the door and suddenly the flat felt smaller.

Her Hand Straight On My Zip

I went to grab water for her while she stood near my work desk looking at the dual monitors. When I came back she had already sat on my chair and was scrolling dummy code like she belonged there. Her kurti had ridden up a bit and I saw the soft roll of her stomach. My lund twitched inside the track pants without permission.

Neha noticed. She did not look away polite like office girls do. Instead she stared straight at the growing tent and smirked. Aapko WFH mein bhi tension rehta hai kya sir, she said low. I sat on the edge of the bed which is basically five feet from the desk in this flat and tried to laugh it off saying bas thoda frustrated with this release.

She got up, walked over, and without any drama put her palm flat on my covered lund. I froze. The standup vocals still came from the laptop speaker like background radio. Neha squeezed once, slow, feeling the full length. Yeh problem main solve kar sakti hoon, she whispered and already pulled the drawstring of my pants.

I should have stopped her. Wife ke kapde almirah mein latak rahe the, photos on the wall, but my brain stopped working once her fingers wrapped around the shaft. She stroked two three times admiring how thick it already got. Phir she went on her knees right there on the tiled floor, pulled the pants down to my ankles, and took the head into her warm mouth.

Saala the first suck made me grip the bedsheet. Neha was not gentle. She licked the precum like she was hungry, then pushed deeper till her lipstick smeared halfway down. Gagging sound filled the room loud enough I had to slap the laptop mute fully. Her free hand went under the kurti and I saw her rubbing her own chut over the jeans.

I pulled her up by the hair because if she kept sucking I would bust in two minutes. She stood, face glossy, and I spun her around, bent her over the same work desk where my keyboard was. The file folder fell on the floor papers scattering. I yanked her jeans and panty down together to mid thigh so her legs stayed trapped. Her gaand was round and marked a little from sitting, and below it her chut was already shiny wet, small strip of hair left in the middle.

I rubbed the head of my lund along her slit collecting juice then pushed in one go. Neha let out a loud aaaah and her hands shot forward knocking the mouse off. Itni badi pehli baar, she gasped but pushed back immediately wanting more. I held her hips and started pounding without any ramp up. Skin slapping sound was filthy, her ass rippling each time I bottomed out.

The desk shook. My water bottle fell. I reached under and grabbed both her heavy boobs through the kurti, squeezing hard while hammering her from behind. Neha started talking dirty in broken mix, haan sir aise hi maaro, meri chut faad do, aur tez. Every random Hindi abuse made my balls tighten. I pulled out only to spit on her hole and slam back thicker.

We Kept Going Even After The Call

Fifteen minutes of pure desk demolition and she came first. Her legs trembled and she clenched so hard around me I almost finished. Juice ran down both our thighs. I was not done. I pulled out, made her stand, stripped the kurti fully off so those brown nipples were free, then lifted her and put her on her back on the bed.

Legs spread wide, jeans still stuck at one ankle looking hot as hell. I climbed between and entered her again face to face. This angle let me go deeper. Neha wrapped her arms around my neck and bit my shoulder when I started long strokes. Her boobs bounced under me and I sucked one nipple then the other, leaving wet marks.

Thoda slow karo nahi to main phir se nikal jaungi, she begged but her heels dug into my ass pulling me harder. I ignored and fucked her proper. Matress springs made that cheap old noise. Sweat mixed, her perfume gone, only raw body smell left. I told her open your mouth and when she did I spit in it. She swallowed and smiled dirty.

I flipped her to all fours again because I wanted to watch that gaand bounce. Doggy on the bed hit different. I slapped both cheeks red while driving in. Neha buried her face in Priya pillow and moaned into it. At one point she reached back and spread her own ass cheeks for me pleading for gaand pani also but I stuck to her dripping chut for now.

My orgasm built like pressure cooker. I warned her I am close. She immediately pushed back taking every inch and said andar daal do, main bounce pe hoon no tension. That was it. I buried deep and pumped thick ropes of cum straight into her womb feeling the pulses. She kept grinding milking me dry till I went soft half inside.

We stayed stuck like that two minutes breathing heavy. Then she slowly pulled off and I watched my white load leak out of her swollen lips onto the bedsheet. Neha laughed tiredly and said ab ye sheet ka kya karoge. I shrugged, still dizzy, and used my banyan to wipe her a little. Far from romantic, just practical clean up so she could wear jeans again.

She sat naked on the edge checking her phone while I ordered water bottles from the app because both of us were dehydrated like marathon. After drinking she casually bent again and took my sticky half hard lund in her mouth cleaning the leftover cum and her own juices. I hardened almost immediately. Neha noticed and raised eyebrow.

Second round happened against the wall near the balcony door. I lifted one of her legs, pinned her, and thrust upward. This time she scratched my back proper. Neighbours could have heard but afternoon everyone at job so we did not care. Her second climax made her go silent and shake, mouth open, eyes rolled. I came again outside spraying across her stomach and the bottom of those heavy boobs.

By the time we actually looked at the wall clock almost two hours had vanished. Neha showered quick using Priya body wash which felt wrong and hot at same time. She borrowed a fresh panty from the drawer without asking, pulled her own jeans, fixed the kurti as much as possible. The file I signed with still shaking hand while she smooched me one last deep time tasting mint from my toothpaste she used.

At the door she adjusted her hair and said kal phir se koi document aa sakta hai sir, smile pure trouble. I watched her walk to the lift, that ass still looking freshly fucked. After she left I stood under cold shower alone but my lund kept twitching thinking how random the whole thing started.

That evening Priya came back tired from bank, asked about my day. I said normal WFH bullshit, fixed some bugs. She believed, kissed my cheek, went to change. I stared at the desk where Neha palm prints were still faint on the glass top and felt the ache in my lower back from all the pounding. Sheets I had already dumped in washing machine.

Next morning Neha sent a message on teams saying the files were accepted by boss and added a wink emoji only I would understand. Lunch time she called on personal saying she can take half day leave Wednesday if I am free at flat. Of course I cleared calendar. Wife was on training that entire week so the apartment became our filthy playground.

Wednesday she arrived in a simple cotton maxi with nothing under. The moment door locked she dropped the cloth, dropped to knees and deep throated me till spit ran down her chin. We barely made it to bed. I ate her chut for twenty long minutes till she squirted a little on my face first time ever. Then raw fucking in every position the small bedroom allowed, including her sitting on the revolving chair reverse cowgirl while I held the desk for balance.

She loved when I talked filth. Call her randi, tell her how loose her hole getting for only my lund, threaten to invite her to stay overnight and ruin her for any other man. Every sentence made her wetter. I fucked her gaps till they stayed open a few seconds after I pulled out. Cum I put in all three holes that day. When she left her walk was funny and proud both.

Weekend Priya noticed marks on my neck I forgot to hide. I blamed mosquito and she bought some ointment. Guilt was for two minutes only then memory of Neha choking on me wiped it clean. This shit continued almost a month. Sometimes just twenty minutes squeeze during lunch break visits, sometimes full afternoon using every furniture.

One time HR suddenly scheduled a camera on mandatory place meeting and Neha was on that call sitting in my bed naked from waist below while I stood presenting slides, her hand slowly jerking me under the desk out of frame. Risk made both of us rock hard. After cameras off I bent her over and finished inside in under four minutes flat.

Eventually project ended and she got transferred to another city client location. Last meet we spent six hours naked, ordered food twice, fucked till neither could stand properly. She cried a little when packing her bag of spare clothes she kept at my place. I just smoked and watched that perfect used body. No big speeches of love. Just acknowledgment that my WFH life would go boring again.

Even now sometimes when I join late night calls alone and Priya sleeps next room I stroke thinking of Neha bent over that same desk moaning sir aur andar. The stains never fully left the wood whatever cleaner I used. Good reminder every time I open the laptop.

If any junior ever comes to my flat carrying files again I know exactly how the conversation will go. And I will not waste time pouring water first.

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