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She Dragged Me Upstairs And Made The Training Week Worthless

She Dragged Me Upstairs And Made The Training Week Worthless

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Last year our firm dumped half the sales and marketing lot into a week long offsite training at this big hotel on the edge of Bangalore and that is how I ended up with a pune coworker sex story I still jerk off to when the house is empty. I am Sandeep, thirty two, mid level sales, nothing special, but Sneha had just got transferred into our marketing team and she walked into that ballroom on day one in a simple kurti jeans combo that somehow looked tighter than it should. Dark hair tied loose, little bindi, normal office face, yet something about the way she stretched her legs under the table made my cock twitch through the whole Powerpoint garbage.

We sat next to each other by pure chance second day. She smelled like some cheap jasmine talc mixed with sweat. During the tea break she turned and said yaar this trainer is killing us with theory can we just skip the next slot and find something cold. I laughed and said sure but only if you know a quiet spot. She smirked and replied I already checked the map there is a poolside lounge almost empty this hour. That was it. No big flirting drama, just two bored people walking out while the rest of the zombies stayed glued to charts.

At the lounge she ordered fresh lime soda and I got a beer even though it was afternoon. Conversation stayed office at first then she casually dropped that she used to live near Kothrud before the transfer and hated how quiet her new PG felt at night. I told her my estimated timeline for promotions and she kept staring at my mouth like she was measuring something. Then her knee bumped mine under the table and stayed there. I did not move away. Heat crawled up my thigh. She said your leg is warm Sandeep and I muttered yours too and we both grinned stupid.

Corridor Heat After The Fake Networking

Evening networking drinks hit hard. Free bar, everyone forced to laugh at the VP jokes. Sneha stayed close, glass of white wine in hand, laughing a bit too loud whenever I spoke. Around nine she leaned in and whispered her room number on the twelfth floor and that her roommate was still stuck in the late breakout session. My pants tented immediately. I finished my drink in two gulps and followed her to the lifts. Inside the empty elevator she turned, pressed her chest flat against me and said if you do not finish what you started under that lounge table I will slap you. Her hand already cupped my hard lund through the trousers and squeezed once. I almost came right there. Doors opened, we walked fast, no words.

Her key card beeped, door slammed, she kicked heels off and pulled the kurti over her head in one go. Black bra, soft stomach, small waist. I locked the chain and she was already unbuttoning my shirt with rough fingers. She muttered finally some real meat instead of those soft city boys. My hands went straight under her bra, squeezed the tits hard, thumbs grinding nipples till they stood. She moaned loud and pushed me toward the big bed. I shoved her down face first, yanked the jeans and panty together till they tangled at her ankles. That chut was already shiny and open, dark pink, a little trimmed. I bent and licked straight up the slit once. She jerkped and said more or I kick you. I sucked the clit proper while two fingers pushed inside and hooked. Juices ran down my palm. She was grinding back like a cat in heat.

I stood, dropped trousers, cock sprung out thick and leaking. She twisted around, eyes wide, said that looks heavier than I guessed come closer. Her mouth wrapped the head wet and sloppy, tongue swirling underside while one hand pumped the base and the other rolled my balls. Gagging quiet, spit strings falling on her chest. I held her hair and fed her deeper till her nose smashed my stomach. She pulled off coughing and said fuck my face harder next but first put it in the proper place. I flipped her again, hauled hips high, aligned and slammed the full length into that hot tight chut in one thrust. She screamed into the pillow. Walls gripped like a fist. I started pounding without mercy, skin slapping wet, bed frame banging the wall.

Window Glass Fogged From How Deep It Went

I pulled out after a few minutes, spun her upright and backed her against the floor to ceiling window overlooking the hotel lights. Lifted one leg high, pushed back inside. She held the glass and kept chanting harder bhenchod fill it. My hand wrapped her throat light, other hand rubbing up and down the clit while hips jackhammered. Her tits bounced against the cold glass. Cum already building but I held it. She came first squirting a little down my thighs, legs shaking so bad I had to hold her up. Still I kept railing that dripping hole till she begged for a second to breathe. I dropped her on the carpet, crawled over, slapped the cock across her lips and said clean your mess. She licked every drop of her own wetness then swallowed me again till tears ran.

We moved to the bathroom after that. Hot shower running, steam thick. I pressed her palms on the tiled wall, kicked her feet wider and took the swollen chut from behind again. Water made everything slipperier. She reached back and spread her own cheeks so I could watch the stretch. Then she said try the other hole also if you dare. I spat on my fingers, worked one then two into her tight gaand while still fucking her cunt. She hissed but pushed back greedy. When the sphincter loosened enough I switched, slow first then buried to the hilt. That ass clenched insane. I reached around and rubbed her clit in circles. She came again wild, almost slipped, calling me randi ke saath wala and other filth. I unloaded deep in the gaand, pulses long and thick, stayed buried till every drop dripped out when I pulled free. We washed rough, soaping each other, her soaping my still half hard cock like she owned it already.

Back on the bed still wet we did not sleep. She climbed on reverse cowgirl and rode the half hard length till it stood full again. Watching that round ass bounce and her fingers playing with her clit from front made me grab her hips and yank her down hard each time. She reached under and scratched my thighs. I sat up, mashed her back to my chest, held both tits and hammered upward till another load shot into her womb. She collapsed laughing weak saying three loads already you mad man. I was not done though. Around two in the morning I woke her with my tongue in her ass then flipped her into missionary and went slow deep strokes just to edge us both crazy. Her nails left red lines down my back. When I finally flooded her again she locked ankles behind me and whispered leave it inside I want to feel you leak when I walk tomorrow.

Morning Training With Sore Everything

Alarm on her phone blasted at seven. We looked ruined. Bite marks on her collarbone, my shoulder scratched, sheets soaked in spots. She limped to the bathroom swearing softly. I dressed quick, kissed the top of her head once without any romance feeling, just possession, and slipped out before her roommate could return. Whole day of training I sat three rows behind her watching that slight wince whenever she shifted in the chair knowing my cum was still drying inside both holes. During lunch she texted only one line tonight again same floor same time. I spent the afternoon hard under the table thinking about wrecking that chut raw again.

Night two and three followed almost same pattern only filthier. Once she brought a small bottle of oil from her bag and made me massage it all over her tits and stomach before she slid between my legs and tit fucked me till I painted her chin and neck white. Another night she bent over the tiny work desk in the room and ordered me to treat her like the office champak I always wanted. I did. Belted her ass red then rammed so hard the laptop nearly fell. She kept saying yes use me like a paid random while reaching back to spread herself. I recorded a short clip of just the wet slap and her moaning my name on my phone for later. She found out later and only laughed then made me film her third orgasm that same night while I was elbow deep finger fucking her stretched chut.

Last morning of the offsite she cornered me in the stairwell behind the banquet hall, dropped to knees quick despite the risk of someone climbing and sucked me dry in under two minutes. Swallowed everything, stood, wiped mouth, said next time you visit head office do not even book a hotel I will sort it. Then she fixed her hair and walked out like nothing. Rest of the team never noticed a thing. I flew back home sore balls and empty brain replaying every wet second. Even now months later when I open that short video the sound of her desperate moan and the memory of how her walls fluttered around my cock still makes me stroke one out in the bathroom at work. Some trainings you kill for, some trainings kill your back and empty your balls for a week straight. This one did both and I would sign up again tomorrow if she was on the list.

Sneha still messages random late nights. Sometimes just a photo of her thighs under an office desk. Sometimes a voice note where she describes how empty she feels and what she wants my mouth to do next visit. I save every one. Office lives stay separate by day but we both know the next joint offsite or head office junket will end the same way, clothes ripped, holes filled, and neither of us pretending it is anything soft or slow. Pure need, pure sweat, pure hardcore usage till the body folds. That is all I ever wanted from a coworker and somehow the quiet transfer girl delivered every filthy inch of it.

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