It was 8 in the evening, and I was nearly ready for the party. My make-up was done, and my heels were strapped tight. All that remained was for me to drape a saree. I started at it, which was done in less than 5 minutes. I kissed my kids and told them to behave while I was out.
I arrived at the location an hour later. It was the empty plot across the road from my office. The party was to celebrate the completion of our first project. We were a fairly new firm back then. A little less than 2 years under our belt. Successfully completing our first project was a big deal and brought us decent money.
There weren’t too many people. Just us office employees and the bosses. A little over 50 of us, to be fair. A tent had been erected in the plot, and food and drinks were ordered to last the night.
“Hey, Freya – looking hot,” Rohan said as he walked past me.
“Thanks,” I replied.
I was wearing a blue saree. And that was it. There was no blouse or bra under it and no panty or petticoat. This wasn’t the norm in my mother’s family. Women on her side of the family never wore a blouse under a saree or a petticoat. Well, let me give you all a brief introduction to my background.
I’m Freya Yadav-Nippi. I am half Indian and Half White American. My father was from the United States of America, and my mother was from India. I was born and raised in India. My dad’s name was Gabriel Nippi, and my mother’s name was Sulekha Yadav.
I’m a 45-year-old woman. I’m a single mother, and I live with my kids.
So, sticking to the tradition, I was wearing that blue saree and nothing else. Well, to be fair, blouses and petticoats are a British thing. It was they who introduced these 2 items into Indian Wear. Indian women, before 1832, never wore a blouse and a petticoat.
The party was going well. We were having fun. Some were busy finishing their dinner. Others were chatting while slowly going through their drinks. I was among the latter.
After having a few drinks, I felt a tickle to pee. I excused myself and exited the tent. I went across the road and entered the compound of my office building. My office was in the basement of the building. The place was rented, of course. The other floors belonged to other firms. But they were all closed for the night.
The building was locked, so I had to use the toilets outside. I had to walk around the office building to the back to get to the outer toilets. I faced my second challenge: the ladies’ toilet was locked. It was a dilemma because there was no one around who could have unlocked the toilet.
But the men’s washroom was open. I knocked on the door and waited. When no one answered, I went in.
The 4 washbasins were lined by the door on the right. A long mirror covered the wall behind the taps. There were 5 urinals on the left-side wall and 5 toilets across from them. 4 out of those 5 were closed. They had big locks outside them.
I tried to enter the 5th one, but the door was stuck. I could turn the knob, but the door didn’t budge. Finally, after ramming my shoulder into it for – what felt like the hundredth time – it finally opened. Fearing I might get stuck inside, I did not close the door but left a small crack open.
I heard someone’s footsteps outside. I finished my business and exited the booth. It was Rohan standing facing one of the urinals.
“Oh hey, Freya, checking the inside of the men’s toilet, are you?” Said Rohan over his shoulder.
“Hey, Rohan,” I replied and closed the booth door behind me, “Sorry, the ladies’ washroom was locked, so I came in here.”
“Oh, I thought you wanted to see how we men pee,” Rohan jested.
I laughed at his remark. As I tried to walk towards the exit, my saree got undone. It came off my body, and I was left standing there naked with nothing but my kamar bandh and my heels. I covered my boobs and cunt with my hands. I turned around quickly to retrieve my saree.
I failed to realise that as I closed the booth door, my pallu got stuck between the door and the sill. I tried to turn the knob, but it didn’t move this time. My saree got stuck inside the latch, preventing the mechanism from working. I tried to free it, but it didn’t work at all.
But now, another problem faced me. Rohan had now seen me naked. His eyes were wide open in shock. His jaw dropped. And his fingers were still wrapped around his penis. I smiled awkwardly and struggled with my saree, but it wasn’t coming out.
Just then, with my back turned towards the Urinals, I felt something on my hips. It was, no doubt, Rohan cupping my ass with his hands. But before I could say a word or anything. I felt his wet fingers on my clit. Now, it was my turn to be shocked. I was stunned, to be precise. Unable to move. He knelt and began licking my pussy while I stood rooted to the spot. I was completely senseless.
Just then, he dropped his trousers and shoved his cock inside me. I gasped. It was a long gasp like someone had fished me out of the ocean. Rohan grabbed my boobs and moved me away from the booth door. He pushed me towards the washbasins. He lifted my right leg and sat it on the slab of the basins.
All this while, his dick remained inside me.
“Rohan,” I was finally able to speak.
“Shh, Freya… shh,” Rohan said,
He gave a strong thrust, and it made me give out a loud moan, “Ahhhhhhhhhh.”
“See – I knew you’d like it,” Rohan said and kissed my back.
“But Rohan – ahh – this.”
“Yes, Freya… call my name.”
“Ahh… Rohan… no… ahh… no… please.”
“Not no…yes… you are supposed to say, “Yes, Rohan, Freya.”
“Ahh… Rohan… ahhh… we… ahhh… we work… together… ahhh.”
“Yes, Freya… we work together. And I’ve wanted to fuck you since I first saw you at the office.”
Despite my protest, he didn’t stop. Gradually, as his dick was rubbing against the walls of my vagina, it started to get me aroused. His hands moved down to my waist, realising my boobs from their grasp and letting them be free to juggle back and forth.
“Ahh… ahh… ahhh… yes, Rohan… ahh… ahh,” I started to moan.
But as I was getting into the mood, Rohan reached a climax. He cummed in me and pulled out. He had worked me up even when I didn’t ask for it. And now, when I was finally horny, he had finished and left.
Once he was gone, I turned the tap on and started cleaning my pussy. I had just turned the tap off when I heard laughter from outside. In no time, Rakesh and Karan, my co-workers and also my juniors, came through the door.
“Well – well – well. What do we have here!” Rakesh exclaimed.
They began to circle me. I smiled awkwardly. Rakesh felt my skin with his fingers. His tips moved around my waist and eventually settled on my ass. He pulled my face closer to his and started kissing me. I began to respond as well.
All this while, Karan undressed. He explored the inside of my vagina with his fingers while Rakesh and I made out. Rakesh moved away to take off his clothes. Karan put his hand on my shoulder and gestured for me to go down on him.
I took his big hard cock in my hand and put it in my mouth. Rakesh came over once he was naked. I started stroking his cock while I sucked on Karan’s. I sucked it for 5 minutes and then switched over to Rakesh’s.
After sucking him for the same amount of time, I got up and hopped on the slab. I leaned back and opened my legs. Rakesh licked his fingers and rubbed his saliva on my clit. He teased my clit by rubbing his tip against it.
I hissed with pleasure. Karan pulled my face towards him and kissed me. His tongue was down my throat, and Rakesh’s dick was up my pussy. I grabbed the tap with my left hand, and the edge of the slab with my right as Rakesh began drilling my cunt.
His thick cock felt good inside me. It was stretching my pussy as it rubbed against the inner walls of my vagina. It provided me with the pleasure I hadn’t felt in ages.
“Ahhh… ahhh… ahhh,” I moaned.
“Fucking hell, Freya… you are too good,” Rakesh exclaimed excitingly.
Karan took his mouth off my tits and said, “You should taste her milk too. It’s so good.” He wrapped his lips around my nipples and was back sucking my milk.
Yes, I was lactating back then. No, I had not given birth around that time, but I never stopped lactating since I had my first child. I was in the habit of breastfeeding my children at least once a day. Hence, my breasts produced milk.
“Ahhh…yeah… oh yeah… yeah… oh yes… ahh… ahh.. yes,” I continued to moan with pleasure.
Rakesh was drilling my pussy hard. Karan had made it his mission to, at the very least, drain one of my boobs dry that night, going by the way he was sucking the milk from it.
“Oh, Freya… oh, Freya…Oh, Freya,” Rakesh repeated.
“Oh, Rakesh… oh yeah… oh yes hun… oh yes.”
Rakesh gave out a loud grunt and finished inside me. A bit of cum dripped on the floor as he pulled his limp cock out. Karan wrapped his arms around my waist and brought me down from the counter.
Rakesh went down on his knees. Karan asked me to use Rakesh’s shoulders as support and bend over. I placed my hands on Rakesh’s shoulder and bent over. Karan slapped my butt cheeks and shoved his dick in me. Rakesh grabbed my other boob and started sucking milk from it.
Karan grabbed my ass and began pounding my pussy. His balls slapped against my ass as his dick moved in and out of my cunt. My hands moved around Rakesh’s head, and I embraced him like he was my child.
“Oh fuck… Freya… oh fuck… I had dreamt of fucking you so many times,” Karan exclaimed.
“Oh fuck me… ahh… fuck me, Karan… live your dream… yes… fuck my cunt… fuck it hard,” I moaned in reply. Karan increased his speed even more, “fuck…fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck,” was all that came out of my mouth.
Unlike Rakesh, Karan didn’t last much longer, and he soon ejaculated inside me. Rakesh and Karan kissed me as they both got dressed and left. Once again, I was left with cum inside my vagina and my saree stuck in the door’s latch. I climbed on the slab and squatted over the sink as if peeing.
I shoved my 2 fingers inside my vagina and dug the cum out. But, before I could finish that, I heard a voice address me.
“Can I get to ram that pussy as well?”
I turned and saw another one of my colleagues standing at the door. It was Sunil.
“Fuck… they told you!” I said placidly.
“Not just me… others too,” Sunil replied.
“Who else?”
“About 6 more are here,” Sunil answered, waving at the outside.
“Fine, but you must help me get my saree out.”
“With pleasure,” Sunil said and moved towards the booth door, “So, you don’t wear a blouse and a bra underneath a saree?” he inquired as he worked on my saree.
“Nope… that’s not my family tradition,” I replied casually.
“This is stuck… The only way to get it out is to tear it off.”
“Fine… do as you think fit,” I said grimly.
Sunil tore my saree off and handed it to me.
“How about we head outside? I’m sure you are not enjoying the toilet smell while getting fucked. Maybe fresh air would be better suited,” he said.
“Where?” I asked sharply.
“Let’s head towards the parking lot. Fucking you in a car will be great,” he suggested.
“Ok,” I shrugged my shoulders.
We head out of the toilet. Sunil grabbed my ass as we stepped out. Other colleagues of mine were waiting outside. They followed us to the parking lot. They laid me down on the bonnet of one of the cars and fucked me good that night. They all shot their load deep inside my pussy.
And with that began a long tradition of them fucking me after our office hours. Although we used condoms every other time, that one special night, non of them used a condom to fuck me. It was enough to get me pregnant.
So, friends, this was my story. What are your thoughts about my slutty adventure, do let me know. My id is [email protected].