Greetings to all readers of XXX Indian stories. This is SK from Bangalore writing here again.
I have been working in Bangalore for many years. The abundance of eye candy at the offices is one advantage of working in a city like this. But Bhavya was the only candy I desired. Nobody in the office, I believe, considered Bhavya to be among the sexiest.
However, she was the only person I truly desired and the object of my insane lust. She had jet-black hair that was constantly pulled back in a long, high ponytail, and she stood about five feet six inches tall. I was drawn to her because of her fair skin, adorable oval face, and slightly crooked smile.
Her body was another work of art to me. Even her face was fantastic. She had a graceful, long physique. She had a slender waist with a touch of abs showing and lovely, round, b-cup tits. Nice legs with medium-sized thighs replaced her adorable little butt. She wore figure-hugging leggings all the time.
She liked to dress in stylish outfits and a gorgeous gold necklace around her neck. Against her skin, it appeared to be gleaming. But she was employed in a different department that was hardly related to mine. Thus, we were aware of one another’s general presence.
I doubt that she or anyone else realized how twisted my ideas were toward her. I just wanted to take her by the waist and give her a hard fuck. For Bhavya, my lust was pure animalistic. Luck, in my opinion, is a major factor in being laid.
Bhavya and I ended up in the corner of the office building one late evening while we were working. It was just sheer luck. I couldn’t believe I was finally spending some time and space with her alone until she walked in.
To my further luck, her lighter failed to click. I was more than willing to give mine to her and strike up a discussion.
Me: Hello! Bhavya, correct? What’s up? What are you doing so late at the office?
Bhavya: Yes! It’s been a long day, and there’s still a lot to do. New project work is tough. I can’t wait to finish so I can leave here and not be late on the way home.
“Why are you still here?” she inquired, taking another deep pull.
“Well, I live close, so I’ll just remain here and finish everything before returning. I can spend my time at home doing things I enjoy,” I informed her.
“Haha! Nice! So, what are these so-called things that you like at home?” She questioned me sarcastically.
I decided there was no better moment to take my shot and told her, “You’d be something I’d like to please at home. You are welcome to see me at any moment.”
She gazed at me, surprised for a second, allowing the meaning of what I had spoken to settle in. She simply grinned, completed the drag, and left me. I sighed with relief since it could have easily backfired, but it hadn’t.
Bhavya and I didn’t see each other as frequently as we usually did throughout the next week. But I did catch her once or twice, and our gazes lingered significantly longer.
It was late another evening when she texted me, “Dude, were you serious about coming over anytime? I have a lot of work, yet I can’t work at an office anymore. My head is about to explode. You believe I can continue it at your house until it’s done?”
I was not going to be stupid enough to reject her. I asked her to come to the front gate and took her to my house on my bike. It was approximately 5 minutes away. She settled in and began working while I sat next to her. I finished quickly, but she didn’t stop.
After several hours, I shut off her laptop and remarked, “You’ve done enough,” out of sincere worry. “After that, do whatever is left. For now, let’s enjoy dinner.”
We consumed the meal that we had ordered. We chatted, enjoyed each other’s company, and got to know one another over a few beers. I guess my eyes revealed a different tale. They just stared at her face, her eyes, her lips, the chain around her slender chest, every inch of her.
I thoroughly examined every element of the girl I wanted, who was sitting just in front of me. As soon as we woke up, I lost self-control. I pinned her to the wall. She gave me the most “Fuck me!” expression a woman could have.
I kissed her fiercely, almost as if I wanted to consume her. Her lips were gentler than I could have imagined. Her skin was heated against my hands, which were moving beneath her top. As I explored her mouth, I recklessly kissed her.
For what felt like an eternity, we were doing this. Her hands undid my buckle. I was holding onto her skin at the waist and applying extreme pressure. She unbuttoned my shirt and ran her hands over my chest. She screamed when I bit on her neck.
I slapped her and said, “Silence up, bitch! Now you are my slut! I pulled her behind me as I tore off her shirt and removed her bra. She was thrown upon the bed. It didn’t take long to pull down her underwear. I pushed my dick right into her smouldering cunt after spreading her legs.
Her level of wetness and the ease with which she maintained her legs spread were astounding. I began to give her a hardcore fuck. I pushed deeper and deeper into her with every thrust. In some way, the pussy I was slamming into felt tighter than a virgin pussy.
She was simply saying, “Fuck, oh dear! “Fuck! Fuck!” I kept slamming into her like a frenzied beast, my rod tearing into her delectable flesh. Her pussy squeezed around my cock every time I dipped into her. I was enjoying the pussy I had wanted for so long.
She was calling my name. Her smouldering body tensed up. Under me, she exploded like a rocket as I felt her tighten, despite the fact that I was slamming into her moist pussy. My cock was further soaked by her fluids.
To know that I had pushed Bhavya to her first orgasm felt like nirvana. As her body recovered from the climax, she appeared to regain some of her senses. She stared at me, looming over her, still going at it with insane zeal.
I was hammering on her sloppy wet cunt, muttering, “Oh dear. Stop! Please! Stop, it’s starting to hurt!” I hit her hard again and started choking her, saying, “Shut up!” You filthy, little whore! You want it. You fucking need it.” I gave her a really strong thrust that went as deep as it could have.
I wrapped both my hands over Bhavya’s boobs and began fucking her even harder. I was putting my full might into her, tightening my grip on her. Her eyes continued to roll as her body moved with each thrust I delivered. I let go just as I feared she could lose her senses.
She gasped for air, and I slapped her again across the face. She gave me a glazed look, and I started fucking on her again. This time, I worked even harder. I’d wake her up with a firm slap. Choke and slap.
The saga went all the while my dick smashed into her wet, sloppy cunt, stuffing it with each stroke and driving Bhavya insane. This furious intensity pushed her into her second orgasm.
“Oh my gosh! I’m cumming. Fuck you, I am cumming.” She exclaimed, “I’m cumming!” as her orgasm tore her body apart. I also paused a little at her second orgasm. My breathing was heavy. I had to take some rest.
This is just the part 1, and I will share the part 2 soon. Please feel free to share your comments and feedback with me via email or hangouts at [email protected]. I will reply to all the messages.