Let’s start with my introduction. I am Aditya, I work in upper management at an engineering company in the district of Meerut (UP). I am 6 feet 5 and keep a fit body.
This real incident happened with a colleague of mine, let’s call her ‘Bhawna’ (name changed), she was hired as my assistant but later she was moved to another department due to some internal shuffling.
Now Bhawna has been hired as an executive in my department, she is a Delhi girl, married with kids and is around 27 years old. She is approx. 5 feet 4 inches tall, dark-skinned and has a curvy build. She would wear traditional salwar suits every day to work. She is really fond of makeup though, she wears a dark shaded lip gloss, pretty hairbands, matching nail paint, black and brown hair, neatly tied up in a ponytail and a very sexy perfume that smells like spices and flowers. Some days she would come with her hair open, wet, water droplets still falling from their ends, making her kurta wet.
I usually commute by my car and many times I see her waiting for some public vehicle but I never stop for her. I never stop for anybody. I am fairly very personal at my workplace. On a rainy morning in September 2022, I saw her waiting on the corner, all wet, with no umbrella and I saw some men ogling her fine ass through her wet clothes. I immediately stopped my car and opened the passenger door in front of her. I didn’t say anything, just waved my hand to instruct her to get in. She immediately got in, closed the door and took a sigh of relief.
“Good morning, sir,” she said.
“Morning” I replied, “belt,” I said again over the safety chimes of my car.
“Oh yes! Sorry, sir” she hesitantly said while pulling the belt and buckling it in.
For the next 4-5 kilometers, we sat quietly, “How deep – tie verdes” playing on the car speakers.
“What type of song is this?” my colleague said with a careless tone and immediately gave an expression like she said something wrong.
“Haha!! It’s a great song, it’s what you call a love song” I said with a little smile.
“Oh, okay” she said and kept quiet the whole way.
We reached the office complex and she got down in the parking lot. I saw her in wet clothes and my body gave a tingling sensation. Her clothes were all wet sticking to all her good parts, the suit was yellow colored and I could see through it to her pink bra and underwear. “Fuck, she is hot!” I murmured to myself.
Suddenly I called her, “Hey Bhawna, meet me here at 6 pm, and I will drop you back”, she nodded and waved goodbye. The whole day went into the hustle and bustle of corporate work.
Moving on, we kept on meeting like this every day, here and there in the office, in meetings at the cafeteria. She would wave or smile and would look at her fantastic round ass and thick hair.
Our company’s establishment day is celebrated on October 28th every year. The same day our founders kept a small get-together in a resort. It had all the bells and whistles like music, alcohol, good food and some award ceremony, typical corporate stuff. The decided dress code was traditional for females and formal for men.
I wore a sexy red striped 3 piece suit with off-white colored pants, golden cufflinks and no tie. I arrived at the party around 7 pm and started chatting with people from other branches, you know “networking”. I saw Bhawna arriving at the party with another woman from HR.
She wore a beautiful blue saree with a golden border, her blue blouse had a deep cut from behind, and her hair was tied up in a pony and rested perfectly on her back covering that deep cut in the blouse. She had blue eyeliner, complimenting the color of her dress and her regular maroon lipstick with shoes matching the color shade. She had a sexy, cunning smile on her face, which made me take a big gulp of beer I was holding in my hand.
“Good evening, sir!” my hot colleague said while extending her hand for a handshake.
“Well, good evening to you too, Bhawna,” I said collecting myself from looking at her like a hungry lion looks at his prey.
“You are looking gorgeous, cleaned up nicely,” I said, looking into her eyes while shaking her hand.
“Thank you, sir! You look good too” she said while smiling and tucking her hair behind her ear.
“Anyways, enjoy the party,” I said breaking the never ending handshake and directing her towards the bar counter.
“Yeah,” she nodded and moved on to order a drink, which to my surprise was a shot of vodka. I never took her to be an alcohol-consuming woman. The night was full of surprises and it was getting started. During the whole event, our eyes met many times. We were laughing at the jokes while looking at each other. We raised our glasses like 1000 times every time our eyes met. We complimented the food from a distance and every time I looked at her, I imagined us kissing and getting handsy with each other.
At around 9 pm, most of the events were over and the organizer declared us to get seated and to pay attention. I immediately grabbed a seat next to Bhawna, she smiled and flicked her hair behind her back while clearing her throat. While I was sitting there, I noticed she was smelling like jasmine and spices and my god, my god, I started to fade out in her smell and all I could think about of her.
“Sir, they are calling you on stage,” she shook my arm a little bringing me back from day-dreaming of fantasy.
“Han, shit!” I recollected myself and ran towards the stage where our md handed me over a glass trophy that said, “Kaizen King.”
I got a picture clicked and handed over the trophy to a valet girl standing there, to be collected later from the exit gate. I went back and sat back next to Bhawna.
“Congratulations sir, or should I say kaizen king,” she said in a mocking tone.
I just looked at her and smiled, again smelling her scent and forgetting why I was there in the first place.
At around 10:30 pm, the event was dispersed and we all said our goodbyes and started leaving. I collected my trophy and headed to the parking and there she was, Bhawna was leaning on the hood of my car, smiling at me. I stopped and started walking slowly toward my car, “I don’t like anyone leaning on her” I said pointing to my car.
“What?” she replied.
“Leave it, you want me to drop you home?” I asked while removing my coat and unlocking the car.
“Yes please, I came with that girl in HR, she is going somewhere else,” she said, sounding a little under the influence of alcohol.
I sighed and said, “Get in.”
We exited the resort on an empty highway in the city. My married colleague untied her hair and switched on the climate control. “It’s hot tonight, isn’t it?” she said, slightly messing her hair and leaning back in the seat.
“Ahan, don’t touch anything, just relax and we will be there in 25 minutes,” I told her firmly. (I am very possessive about my car, it took me 5 years of savings and planning to buy a Harrier.)
“Achaa! You are being bossy now too,” she said while laughing a little.
“I am your boss,” I said jokingly.
She just kept quiet for some time.
Suddenly, I felt her hand on my thighs, slowly inching toward my dick, rubbing her hand on my dick feeling it bulging inside my pants. I immediately reacted to the stimulus and swerved my car a bit! I knew what was going to happen, but still, I acted up and asked, “What are you doing?”
“Oh, now can’t I touch this also? I thought you wanted me to do it,” she said coming near to my left ear and biting it a little.
“No, I was saying, you are ‘only’ touching it,” I said playfully.
My naughty colleague immediately unzipped and unbuckled my pants, pushed her hand inside and flipped my dick out. Fuck, that felt so good. Her hand was moving slowly in the masturbation position, making me slightly dizzy.
Bhawna removed her hand and kept her legs on the passenger seat and sat in a doggy-style position. She came near to me and softly kissed my neck, she held her head over my dick and let out a streak of her warm saliva on my dick, rubbing that on my dick. She made a little wet there. Smiling and giggling, she went down and took my dick into her mouth. I let out a small sigh and a shiver shot up my spine.
I readjusted myself to a slouching position and slowed down the car. I took one hand off of the steering wheel and collected her hair in my hand, while she was slurping up and down my dick like her life depended on it. I pushed her head on it, making her choke on it for a few seconds. As she was relieved from the choking, she looked at me saying, “It’s amazing sir, make me choke on it.”
“Have it your way” I said while looking at her for a second or two. Her eyes were watery and sparkling, her chin dripping with a mix of her saliva and my precum. She went to sucking my dick, making her herself choke on it.
“You are going to my place tonight, Bhawna. You and me are going to do some more nasty stuff,” I said while turning the car into my apartment’ lane.
As I stopped, she sat up straight, wiping her chin with her palms and licking it off of it. What a nasty little woman!
We rearranged our clothes and got out of the car without caring about our stuff. I even forgot to lock my car, fortunately, it had an automatic lock feature.
We entered into our apartment and immediately started taking off our footwear. Bhawna was giggling and she quickly ran and jumped on the sofa. I put my keys on the table in front of the sofa and took a big gulp of water from the bottle kept on the table. I sat on the sofa beside her and looked into her eyes for a few seconds. I grabbed her by her throat and said in a lower voice, “Suck me now and make sure to make it good.”
She smiled a little and unbuckled my pants and whipped out my dick. Looking straight into my eyes, she lowered herself, rested her face on my thighs and started licking my dick from bottom to top, stopping on the top for some extra curls from her tongue. She sucked my balls and stroked my cock slowly with her fist. Taking the whole dick in her mouth, she started the same sloppy blowing magic again.
I held hair in a ponytail and held my head behind thinking, “Fuck! She is good. Please god, make her do it all night.”
The back of her mouth was hitting my dick’s top, sending a sensation of pain and pleasure up my body making me hyped up to my limits. I pulled her hair to give her a kiss and pushed her on the sofa, stood her up. “Strip yourself, leave the panties on, I want to see you soaked.”
Bhawna followed the instructions immediately. Removing her saree, my married colleague let it fall on the floor. She was wearing body-tight leggings beneath the saree, her wetness was visible through its blue color. She removed her blouse and to my surprise, she wasn’t wearing any bra as if she came prepared for this. Her somewhat big, fabulous and fleshy breasts were behaving proud, dark nipples perked up, her dark colored lipstick complimenting her nipples the dim lights falling her body. She couldn’t get more exotic than she was now.
She moved towards me, opened her legs and sat on my lap. “You like what you see sir?” she asked while loosening up my tie and unbuttoning my shirt.
“Well! I can’t say anything until I have seen and tasted it all” I whispered to her while playing with her hair and slowly caressing her back with my finger. “Get on your 4 on the sofa,” I commanded her.
She got on her all four with her ass up and head down on the backrest. I removed my clothes and started feeling her wetness with my fingers. She started to moan and move, and slapping her butt, I said, “Did I said you to move?”
She cried with pain and stayed still. I continued rubbing her pussy slowly from the top of her leggings until my fingers are soaked in her juices and she was full of it. I pulled her leggings down revealing a sexy dark green net bikini panties. “Open up” I gently tapped the insides of her thighs and she opened her legs immediately. I kneel down behind her and smelled her pussy. She smelled of salt and lust, so lustful that heat was flowing out of her pretty messy holes.
I stuck my tongue and started licking my drunk colleague’s pussy slowly, from top to down. She moaned and let out a sigh like she had wanted it for long. She buried her face into the sofa and pushed her ass slightly towards me. I started tasting her pussy like a hungry lion eats its prey. Her salty, creamy thick cum brought out the beast inside me, wanting to devour her the way I want to.
I moved up a little, now licking her ass hole, she gasped, “Oh sir!! Pleaseee that is my weak spot.”
I smiled, burying my face back into her ass cheeks, licking her profoundly, going from her ass hole down to her clitoris. She felt it rise, a delicious warmth that spread and sparkled with quickening intensity. Her breath was short, and her moans were louder. She gripped the sofa, rocking her hips, coaxing her orgasm, and knowing her pussy was about to burst with her wanting and lust.
I left her there, panting, spanking her ass a few times roughly spreading her legs, I stroked my dick a few times making it ready to ram her. I pulled her back, setting aside the fabric over her pussy, “I need to fuck you now” I said.
Pushing deep inside her pussy, taking a fistful of hair, twisting it firmly in my hands, pulling her head back. A shivering tingle shot through her body, closing her eyes she gasped and moaned and said, “Take me sir as you like, I have come to please you, your way.”
I started slowly, thrusting my dick into my horny hot office colleague. I made her spread her ass cheeks with her hand so that I could see how her pussy stretched with my dick inside her. She was tight, her pussy wrapped around my dick so firmly as if it would swallow me whole.
I increased the depth and pressure, my thighs hitting her ass, making a clap sound in sync with her moans and her pleasures. I leaned onto her, grabbing her by her neck, my breath in her hair, filthy words in her ears and my weight on her back. My dick was pounding hard in her continuously and orgasm pulsing through her body. She was in complete submission, drooling all over the sofa, watery eyes and continuous whispers of, “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”
After several minutes of fucking her beautiful body, she started to freeze, her face turning red, her breathing started to become shallow and it burst, an ecstatic blur of sensations, exploded through her body. She was clenching my hands, wet with sweat, and drenched my dick with her sweet cum.
I pulled back and pushed her face down into the sofa, and continued to throb into her. I was not done with her, not so soon. I wanted her to cum more, cum again. She shuddered, her thighs trembling, and her body breaking. Her tight, married pussy was gripping my dick harder and harder, making me growl and grunt to subside the pain and pleasure caused.
I stopped to catch my breath. Both of us were panting. My sweat was dripping on her. She immediately came back to her senses and started moving her hips front and back, shouting, “Fuck me sir, fuck me like the dirty bitch I am.”
This worked like an energy drink for my tired body. My sensations shot up, and I spanked my hot colleague’s ass strongly, making her shout even more. Then I started ramming her pussy again, mercilessly like she wanted. “You want to cum you dirty whore? Han?” I said, panting heavily and pulling her hair.
“Yesss sir, pleaseee, I can’t hold any longer, pleaseee let me” she said in a crying voice.
“Not yet bitch, wait for my command.”
She nodded while her moans turned into whimpers, growing louder. She started to freeze again, her thighs shuddering harder and muscles tightening up. I pinched her nipples making her lose herself.
Seeing her aching from being held in edge, I smirked a little and said, “Now sweetie-pie, let it out.”
And suddenly, Bhawna gripped onto my dick tighter, like she would drain my balls out, shaking extremely. She let out a cry and a stream of hot cum from her pussy. Moving away from me, she lied flat on the sofa, her legs shaking wildly and her hands cupping her pussy.
“Thank you sir,” she said while going through orgasmic twitching.
And the night just started..
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