This indian office party sex story is the one I still jerk off to when the wife is out. I work marketing in a mid-size pharma firm in Surat and last December we had the big year-end party at this banquet hall near the ring road. Management booked DJ and open bar and the whole office piled in looking like they never see daylight. I showed up in a black shirt half unbuttoned because the AC was shit and immediately spotted Shalini from sales. Fresh transfer from the Baroda branch, twenty-seven, tight body, heavy chest that stretched every kurti she wore in the office. That night she came in a short black dress that barely covered her ass and I swear half the guys almost dropped their plates.
I kept it cool at first. Grabbed a whiskey soda and stood near the snack table watching her dance with the admin girls. She caught me staring and walked straight over with that little half smile. Nikhil na you always look bored at these things she said loud over the music. I told her somebody has to keep the body count low and she laughed and pushed a second drink into my hand. We talked shit about the boss and the stupid targets and how the AC smelled like old socks. After three drinks her hand stayed on my arm longer than needed and I could smell her perfume mixed with sweat from dancing.
By nine thirty the DJ went full Punjabi and people started grinding. Shalini pulled me onto the floor and rubbed her ass right against my crotch like it was nothing. My cock jumped hard inside the pants and she felt it because she looked back and bit her lip. Later she leaned in and said toilets downstairs are empty if you want something stronger. I almost spilled my drink. We cut through the crowd and took the side stairs down to the basement level where the conference rooms and storage sat dark.
Conference Room Lights Stayed Off
She pushed open the first empty room and locked it behind us with the old bolt. One side lamp was already on and the AC humming. No talking fancy. She shoved me against the long wooden table and dropped to her knees pulling my zip down so fast the metal scratched. My cock sprang out thick and already leaking and she just spat on it and swallowed half in one go. The wet heat of her mouth made my knees weak. She sucked hard like she was penance, gagging when the tip hit the back of her throat and spit ran down her chin onto those big tits almost falling out the dress. I grabbed her hair and mouthed by god you do this often and she just moaned around the shaft and took it deeper till her nose pressed my stomach.
After a couple minutes she pulled off gasping and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. My turn now she said and climbed onto the table on all fours hiking the dress up. No panties. Just smooth shaved cunt already shiny and open. I rubbed the head up and down her slit collecting the juices than pushed in slow. She was tight and hot and clenched hard when I bottomed out. Fuck me proper she snarled over her shoulder so I gripped her hips and started slamming. The table legs scraped the floor and her tits swung free when the dress straps slipped. Each thrust made a wet slap and she kept swearing under her breath mixing Hindi and English freely calling me madarchod and harder yaar harder.
I reached around and rubbed her clit while pounding and she started shaking. Came hard the first time with her face pressed to the table and her cunt squeezing me so tight I almost finished early. But I pulled out and flipped her onto her back. Legs over my shoulders and I drove back in deep. She locked ankles behind my neck and reached down to spread her own lips so I could watch the full stretch. The sight of my thick cock disappearing into her made me pound rougher. Sweat dripped off my chin onto her belly. She reached up and scratched my chest under the open shirt leaving red lines.
We Got Louder Than The Music Upstairs
Someone banged the door once and we both froze but whoever it was moved on. Shalini whispered dont you dare stop and I picked up speed again. I pulled out and slapped my cock on her clit a few times then shoved back in balls deep. She was soaking the table edge and her juices ran down my balls. I told her I wanted that mouth again so she scrambled off the table and knelt. Took my cock which smelled like her cunt and cleaned it with long slow licks before deep throating again. I fucked her face like that for a while holding her head and watching her mascara run. When I felt close I dragged her up and bent her over the boss chair in the corner.
That thick leather seat creaked when I pushed her down and buried myself again. One hand on her back pressing her tits into the leather other hand yanking her hair so her back arched. She reached back and spread her own ass cheeks telling me fill it destroy it. I spat on her hole and rubbed a thumb around the tight rim while slamming her cunt. She went wild shaking and came a second longer climax that left her legs trembling. I couldnt hold anymore. Pulled out spun her around and shot thick ropes across her face and open mouth and the tops of those heavy breasts. She kept her tongue out catching what she could then licked the rest off her fingers while looking me dead in the eye.
We stayed catching breath for a minute. I pulled some tissue from the side cabinet and cleaned us up half-ass. She fixed her dress and wiped mascara streaks then laughed rough. Next time we use the seventh floor conference she said because those desks are lower. I smirked and said sure if we survive this party. We slipped back upstairs separate ways. Nobody seemed to notice much because the cake cutting was going on and the seniors were drunk toasting.
But the night wasnt done. Around eleven the crowd thinned and I found her near the outdoor smoking area behind the hall. She was alone pulling on a cigarette looking dirty already. Come here she mouthed and led me past the generators into a dark storage shed stacked with old chairs. No lock this time just a half door and moonlight through broken window. She pushed me onto a stack of cushions and climbed on top straddling. Pulled her dress off completely this time so those full brown tits bounced free and I sucked both nipples hard while she rubbed her wet cunt along my already hard cock again. Then she sank down inch by inch until I was buried and started riding like she was angry.
She Locked Her Cabin And Took Every Hard Stroke From Her Office Mate
Raj never planned on wrecking his married cubicle neighbour mid-shift but Kavya kept pushing till the door clicked shut and clothes hit the floor hard.Read related storyHer tits slapped my face with every bounce and I gripped both cheeks spreading her so I could feel how deep. She leaned forward bracing on my shoulders and whispered dirty things about how the office boys jerked thinking of her and how none of them would last five minutes like this. I slapped her ass hard leaving a print and she came again grinding down and flooding my thighs. I flipped us without pulling out and took her from behind doggy among the dusty chairs. Fast short strokes deep enough that my balls slapped her every time. She reached under and rubbed herself squirting a little on the floor mats. I couldnt last the third round. Buried deep and pumped load after load inside her hot cunt feeling it leak out around my shaft when I slowed.
We stayed locked like that panting. Outside the generators hummed and faint music still played. She eventually slid off and I watched my cum drip down her inner thigh. She scooped some with two fingers and tasted it then smeared the rest on her tits. Disgusting and perfect. We dressed quiet and went back in for one last drink before cabs. She sat with the girls acting normal and I talked cricket with the purchase guys while my cock stayed half hard smelling like her.
Monday Morning Felt Different Already
Next week at work she walked past my cubicle in a regular salwar and dropped a sticky note crying bathroom second floor 2pm. I went. We fucked standing in the disabled stall hands over her mouth. After that it became regular whenever the floor emptied late. But that office party night was the dirtiest start. Raw no condom sheer need and sticky floors. I still remember the way her ass jiggled under my hands and how her voice cracked when she came on the leather chair. Every time I sit in conference now I get flashbacks and have to adjust myself under the table. She got transferred again six months later but the memory stays hard and clear. Sometimes I drive past that banquet hall and my cock twitches like it knows. Thats the whole filthy thing start to finish nothing romantic just two people who wanted cock and cunt and took it while the rest of Surat danced upstairs clueless.
Looking back I should have taken more pictures but phones stayed in pockets that night. Just the wet sounds and sweat and her nails in my back. Hardest I ever came and she drained me three full loads before we even left the grounds. If another year-end comes and she or someone like her shows no panties under a little dress again I already know where the side stairs lead. And I will take them every single time.
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