I still get hard thinking about that rainy evening in Nagpur when work stopped being work. Me and Priya were the last two left on the fourth floor after the big client dump. Boss had already left screaming about numbers. Lights half dim. AC partial. Outside the windows rain was thrashing like mad. This indian female colleague sex story starts right there with my cock already twitching because she had bent over the shared printer three times in that tight maroon kurti and I saw the full outline of her panty.
Priya sat across from me most days. Twenty seven, sharp tongue, always chewing gum, always scratching her neck when she was annoyed. That night she looked tired but restless. She said Rohan yaar yeh sheets end hone do phir hum dono free. I laughed and said free for what madam. She just smirked and kept typing. I could smell her cheap floral perfume mixing with rain wet hair. My mind went dirty fast. I kept stealing looks at the way her bra straps cut into her shoulders under the thin cloth.
Around nine the lift pinged once and the security guy shouted from below that he is locking main gate early because of water logging. Only fire stair left open. Priya stretched her arms high and her breasts pushed the kurti out full. She said bas do pages aur finish. I walked over with my laptop to show her one last chart. Stood right behind her chair. My crotch almost touched the back of her head. She didn’t move away. Instead she leaned back just a little till her hair brushed my belt buckle.
When Her Hand Found My Thigh
I pointed at the screen pretending to explain some number. My breath hit her ear. She turned her face sideways slow and whispered kya dekh rahe ho utna close. I said figure check kar raha hoon. Then her left hand came back and rested on my thigh. Not soft. Firm. Sliding up till fingers pressed the hard bone of my cock through the pant. I hissed. She said dekho kaise tight ho gaya already. No shame in her voice. Pure filth. I grabbed her wrist but didn’t pull it off. Just held it there while she rubbed small circles over the bulge.
She stood up sudden and turned. Kurti stuck to her chest from sweat. Nipples clear like two dark coins. She said office empty hai na. I nodded dumb. Then she pushed me back till my ass hit the edge of my own desk. Fingers worked my belt open clumsy and fast. Zip down. Hand shoved inside and pulled my cock out raw. It sprang up thick and already leaking at tip. She stared and said badi moti hai yaar. Kab se soch rahi thi yeh chusne ka. Then she dropped to her knees right there on the dirty carpet between the two desks and licked a long wet stripe from balls to head.
Her mouth was hot and a little sour from coffee. She took half first then pushed more till I felt throat. Gag sound came but she kept going. Hands on my thighs squeezing. I held her bun and pulled it loose. Black hair spilled everywhere. I fucked her face slow at first then harder. Spit ran down her chin onto the front of that kurti making it transparent. She pulled off gasping and said maaro aur zor se. I did. Balls slapped her chin. Eyes watered but she stared up at me like she wanted every inch till she choked.
I pulled her up by the hair and spun her. Bent her over my desk hard. Papers scattered. She shoved her own panty down to her knees. Ass round and brown with a clean shaved slit already shiny. I spat on my fingers and shoved two inside. Wet noise filled the quiet floor. She moaned loud and said anguliyan kam hain gaand me bhi daal. I pushed a wet thumb into her tight back hole while three fingers fucked her pussy. She shook and cursed in Hindi mix, chhod mat aaj raat bhar lene wali hoon.
Bent Over The Desk Till She Dripped
I lined my cock up and slammed in full. Her whole body jerked forward. Desk legs scraped the floor. She cried out once then pushed back taking every stroke. Skin slapped wet and filthy. Her juices coated my balls. I grabbed her hips and pounded like I hated the report we just finished. Each thrust made her tits swing heavy under the kurti. I reached around and ripped the front buttons open. Cups of the bra pushed up. I pinched both nipples till she yelped and her cunt clenched harder around me.
Priya said aur tezi se gadhe. I flipped her onto her back on the desk. Legs up on my shoulders. Folded her double and drove deeper. From that angle I watched my thick cock vanish inside her stretched pink. Her clit swollen. I rubbed it rough with my thumb while drilling. She started shaking and said aa raha hai wait mat. Pussy fluttered wild then she came gushing. Fluid splashed my stomach and the keyboard behind her. She kept cumming in waves kicking her feet.
I didn’t stop. Kept ramming through her orgasm till she was half crying laughing. Then she scrambled off the desk shaky and dropped again. Took my shiny cock in both hands and stroked fast while sucking only the head. I felt balls tighten. I warned nikaal lena nahi to face pe. She pulled me into her mouth full and swallowed every thick rope. Gulp after gulp. Some leaked from the corner of her lips onto her exposed tits. She licked them up after and smiled nasty.
We both panted. Rain still hammering glass. But she was not done. She said lift ke paas ek dark corner hai camera nahi dekhta. Grabbed my hand and dragged me half naked down the corridor. My open pant dripping her spit. We reached the small nook near the fire exit. Walls smelled of damp plaster. She faced the wall palms flat and stuck her ass out again. I entered from behind standing. Hands scooped her hanging breasts and used them like handles. Fucked upward so deep my tip kissed her cervix each time. She grunted animal sounds with every hit.
I pulled out and made her turn. Lifted one of her legs high against the wall. Held the thigh and thrust sideways. Her free hand scratched my back hard enough to burn. She bit my shoulder when second orgasm rolled through. Legs trembled so bad I had to hold her up. Her juices ran down both our thighs to the floor making a small puddle. I felt myself close again. I pulled free and stroked three times then painted her stomach and the lower half of her ruined kurti with thick white stripes. Some hit her chin. She wiped a finger through it and tasted while grinning.
Second Round On The Floor Mats
We staggered back to our wing. She stripped the kurti and bra completely off. Stood bare from waist up under the tube light. Full brown tits with dark areolas yellow light bouncing. Panty still around one ankle. I kicked my own clothes off. We dropped onto the thin yoga mats someone left near the pantry. She sat on my face reverse. Pussy smashed on my mouth while she sucked me hard again. I licked every fold messy. Tongue fucked her hole. She ground down till my nose crushed into her ass. I slapped both cheeks red while eating.
Deadline Night My Colleague Took Every Inch On The Desk
Amit never expected the quiet marketing girl to open up like that on the empty floor. Shared overtime flipped into hours of raw pounding and filthy Hinglish demands he still cannot shake off.Read related storyAfter she got wet enough she climbed off and sat down on my cock cowgirl. Faced me. Guided the head in slow then dropped full weight. Her walls hugged tight. She rode wild bouncing those heavy tits in my face. I suckled one then the other biting soft. Hands gripped her waist lifting and slamming her down. The wet smack of her ass on my thighs echoed. She said dekh kitna andar ja raha hai. I watched my shaft disappear again and again shiny with cream. She leaned forward hands on my chest and ground clit on my pubic bone till she shook and squirted a little across my stomach.
I rolled us. Put her on all fours on the mat and took her doggy deep and slow at first then brutal. My hips smacked so hard her arms gave out and face pressed the mat. I used her hair as rein. Pulled back while pounding. She kept saying jor se funda maar. I reached under and played with her clit a rough circle until she came again choking on her own spit. My balls slapped her dripping lips nonstop. Sweat ran down my chest onto her back. Smell of sex and rain and her perfume everywhere.
I flipped her once more so she lay on her side one leg high. I spooned and entered from behind. Hand covered her mouth because her moans got too loud for empty hallways. Fucked lazy and deep while she pushed back greedy. Her free hand reached back and squeezed my ass pulling me in harder. We stayed locked like that long minutes just the wet sound and her muffled whimpers. I whispered in her ear kitni randi ban gayi aaj. She just nodded frantic and clenched around me.
Third load built slow. I pulled out last second and crawled up. Stuck my cock between her soft tits. She pressed them together with both hands and I fucked the warm valley till I erupted across her collarbones and lower lip. She opened mouth and caught two spurts on tongue smiling filthy. We collapsed side by side breathing like we ran a marathon. Mattress mats sticky under us. Cum drying cold on her skin. Outside thunder rolled.
After long silence she cleaned roughly with tissue packet from her bag. Pulled the wet kurti back on without panty. Bra stuffed in bag. I found my pant and shirt. Cock still half hard and red. She said kal wapas late karna padega files ke naam pe. I laughed and said deal. We gathered the scattered printouts trying to look like nothing happened. Lift took forever. Ground floor empty except one sleepy guard. Rain still pissing. She auto wala se baith gayi with a small smile and left me hard and pulsing under the porch light.
Next morning she walked in wearing a salwar dark enough to hide last night bruises under her thighs. Sat at her desk like normal. But when no one watched she opened her chat and typed bhook lagi hui hai abhi bhi. My cock jumped under the table. That whole day I kept replaying how her cunt milked me and how she choked on the last ropes. We both knew it was not a one off. Empty floors after rain always wait for us now. Pure office hunger nothing soft about it.
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