Last month this mumbai business trip sex story happened while I was stuck handling a messy account for the firm. I flew in early and checked into a decent hotel near the business district. Meetings ran long and dry. Slides after slides. Nandini sat across from me most of the day. She was the project lead from their side, late twenties, sharp jaw, tight blouse that kept pulling across her chest whenever she leaned forward to point at something on the laptop. I caught myself staring more than once and forced my eyes back to the numbers.
By evening the whole group peeled off. She hung back and said we should grab a drink to lock the open points before tomorrow. I shrugged and said fine. We walked to a dim restaurant with cold AC and loud enough background noise. She ordered whisky neat. I took the same. After the second glass her foot brushed my leg and stayed there. She looked straight at me and said the deck can wait till morning but she was done talking shop. I laughed stupidly and asked what she meant. She said you know what I mean and slid her hand under the table until her fingers rested right on my thigh close enough to feel the heat through my trousers.
My cock started filling fast. I told her the hotel was close if she wanted to keep talking somewhere quieter. She just nodded, finished her drink, and stood up. Outside the air was sticky. We walked without much talk. In the lobby she waited while I got my key card. Lift was empty. As soon as the doors shut she turned and pressed her palm flat against the front of my pants, squeezed once hard, and said you better not go soft on me later. I grunted and pushed my hips into her hand. When the lift dinged she pulled away like nothing happened.
Room Door Barely Closed
Inside the room she kicked off her heels and told me to lock it. I did. She faced me, unbuttoned her blouse slow, and dropped it on the chair. Black bra struggling with heavy tits. She reached back, unclasped it, and let them spill out. Dark nipples already tight. I stepped in, grabbed both handfuls, and squeezed till she hissed. She said less playing more stripping and yanked my belt open. Trousers and underwear hit the floor. My cock sprang up thick and already leaking at the tip. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked slow from base to head, thumb smearing the precum.
Nandini dropped to her knees on the carpet without another word. She licked a long stripe up the underside then took the head into her mouth. Warm and wet. She sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, one hand pumping what would not fit. Spit started running down my shaft. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and held her there while I pushed deeper. She gagged once but did not pull off. Instead she looked up with watering eyes and kept going, bobbing faster, drool coating my balls. I told her to take it deeper. She did, nose almost touching my stomach, throat fluttering around the head. I almost came right there but pulled out with a wet pop.
She wiped her chin with the back of her hand and stood. Skirt and panties came off next. Bare shaved pussy already shiny. I pushed her back onto the bed, spread her thighs, and dragged my tongue straight up her slit. She tasted clean with a sharp tang. I sucked on her clit while two fingers pushed inside. She was tight and soaked. Her hips jerked up and she said do not tease just eat it properly. I licked faster, curled my fingers, felt her walls clench. Within minutes her thighs shook and she came with a broken moan, flooding my tongue and chin. I did not stop until she pushed my head away.
I climbed up, wiped my mouth on the sheet, and lined my cock against her opening. One hard thrust buried me to the hilt. She cried out and dug nails into my back. Heat wrapped around me tight. I started pounding straight away, bed creaking under us. Her tits bounced with every slam. She wrapped her legs around my waist and said harder you bastard do not hold back. I gave her harder. Skin slapped loud. Sweat already building between us. I hooked her knees over my elbows and drove down deep so every stroke crushed her clit. She came again loud, pussy squeezing in waves that nearly dragged my load out.
She Rolled Over And Begged
I pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, hauled her hips up until she was on all fours. Her ass looked round and perfect. I slapped one cheek hard enough to leave a red mark then shoved back inside in one go. This angle let me sink even deeper. I gripped her waist and fucked her like I hated her. She pushed back to meet every thrust, moaning into the pillow. I reached under and rubbed her swollen clit in rough circles. She started babbling half Hindi half English telling me not to stop, calling me madarchod under her breath while her pussy dripped down my balls.
I felt the heat building in my gut. I pulled out, flipped her again, and straddled her chest. She opened her mouth without being told. I fed her my cock coated in her own juices and fucked her face short and deep. Spit flew. Tears cut through her mascara. When I was close I yanked free and stroked hard. Thick ropes of cum landed across her tits and neck. She kept her mouth open and caught the last spurts on her tongue, swallowed, then used two fingers to scoop the rest from her skin and lick them clean.
We both lay there breathing heavy for a minute. She was not done. She rolled on top of me, grabbed my half-hard cock, and stroked it back to full life with slow twists of her wrist. Once I was stiff again she lowered herself onto me. Watching my thick shaft disappear inside her cunt almost finished me a second time. She started riding hard, palms flat on my chest, grinding her clit against my base every time she bottomed out. Her heavy tits swung in my face. I sucked one nipple then the other, biting just enough to make her yelp and clench.
Client PA Wrecked Me All Night On That Mumbai Work Run
Sanjay flew in for a textile deal and ended up balls deep in the client PA till sunrise. Raw hotel fucking with zero romance, just sweat and greed.Read related storyI held her hips and thrust up hard from below so she bounced helpless. The wet sounds filled the room. She came again, body going stiff, mouth open silent for a second before the sound tore out of her. I kept fucking up into her through it until she collapsed forward. I rolled us so I was on top again and hammered her without mercy. The headboard slammed the wall. Someone next door could probably hear everything and I did not care. Her nails raked my shoulders. She told me to fill her up this time. I drove deep and unloaded hard, pumping cum straight into her pulsing cunt until it started leaking out around my cock.
I stayed buried inside her until I softened. When I pulled out a thick mix of our cum slid down her crack onto the sheets. She reached down, scooped some, and pushed it back into herself with two fingers while looking me in the eye. Then she laughed quietly and said clean me up. I went down again and licked her messy pussy until she squirmed and shoved my head away again, saying enough you animal. We showered together after that. She soaped my cock slow and I soaped her tits and between her legs. Halfway through she bent over in the spray and I took her from behind one more time under the hot water, shorter and rougher, hand over her mouth so the wet slaps stayed quieter. I came on her lower back and washed it off myself.
She stayed the night. We barely slept. Around three she woke me by sucking me hard again then straddling me reverse so I could watch her ass clap down on my cock. I held her cheeks spread and let her work until both of us came messy one last time. Morning she found her clothes, kissed my chest once without romance, and said same time after today meetings if you can still walk. I laughed and told her I would manage. She left smelling like my soap and sex. I lay there spent and already half hard again just thinking about round two later.
Rest of the trip blurred into meetings by day and her in my room by night. She liked it raw and dirty, liked being held down, liked when I talked filthy into her ear while stretching her open. By the last morning my hips ached and her neck carried a couple of bite marks she covered with her scarf. She texted me the company car number and nothing else. I flew home drained in the best way, cock sore, head full of the way she moaned when I bottomed out. Still replay every filthy detail whenever work gets dull.
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