I don’t usually write stuff like this, but this one has been stuck in my head for months. I work a regular corporate job in Mumbai. Long weekdays, short weekends, constant stress. Through all of it, there was one person who made showing up to office worth it. Nitisha(name changed) From the first week she joined, I knew she would mess me up. She wasn’t the skinny model type. She was thicker, juicier, the kind of woman who quietly drives men crazy. Wide hips that filled out her trousers properly, a round ass that moved when she walked, full tits that pushed against her shirts like they wanted out.
Soft belly that somehow made her curves even hotter. Plump shiny lips, loud confident laugh, long hair that looked like it was made to be pulled. Every guy in the office wanted her. They tried. Fake compliments, late night messages, offers to drop her home. She laughed them off and never let anyone close. That made her sexier. She carried herself like she was untouchable. I was no better. Months of staring, months of jerking off at night thinking about bending her over a desk, choking her, slapping her tits, making her beg. I wanted to break that attitude and turn her into my personal randi. I never thought it would actually happen.
That Friday night in Lower Parel it did. The pub was packed, music loud, glasses everywhere. I had already finished one whisky when she walked in with two colleagues. Still in her work clothes and somehow hotter than other girl there. White shirt with two buttons open, black trousers hugging that ass, heels making her thick legs look even better. Hair loose now, falling around her face. My cock twitched the second I saw her. I watched her laughing and sipping wine, tits moving under the shirt every time she shifted. Every man was sneaking glances. She knew. When her eyes met mine she didn’t look away. She smirked. That was enough.
I walked up while she was ordering another drink. “You’re drinking faster than everyone else.” She smirked. “Maybe I work harder than everyone else.” I leaned in so my lips were almost at her ear. “Or maybe you just enjoy distracting me too much.” Her eyes glinted. “So you admit it? You stare at me all day?” I didn’t hesitate. “Nitisha, everyone stares at you. Main toh sochta hoon kab tujhe nanga kar ke cheer doon.” She bit her lip, tried to hide the smile, then clinked her glass with mine. “Shut up and drink.”
We drank and talked, shoulders brushing more than necessary. Her friends dragged her to the dance floor and I followed. She moved like she knew exactly what she was doing. Hips swaying, tits bouncing. I put my hand on her waist. She didn’t stop me. Instead she pushed her ass back into my crotch and started grinding. I grabbed her tighter and pressed my hard cock against her. She laughed, breathless, shook her head, then ground harder.
“Looks like someone is enjoying,” she teased.
“You have no fucking idea,” I said, grinding into her until she gasped.
Song after song. Bodies rubbing, her sweat mixing with mine. By the end we were both panting, her eyes locked on mine. “Let’s get out,” I said. She didn’t argue. The cab was charged. Thighs touching, both of us breathing heavier than normal.
She smirked. “So you flirt like this with every colleague?”
“Only the ones I dream of choking and fucking on their desk,” I answered.
She froze for a second, then let out a sharp laugh. “Shameless bastard.” She didn’t move her leg away. By the time we reached my flat I was throbbing. The door barely closed before I shoved her against it and kissed her hard. She bit my lip and yanked at my shirt. I tore her buttons open and pulled her bra down so her tits spilled free. I grabbed them, squeezed hard, sucked her nipples until she moaned loud.
“Ufff Nitisha,” I groaned against her skin. “Main pagal tha tujhe nanga dekhne ke liye.”
She dug her nails into my back. “Aur main… roz sochti thi tu kab cheer dega mujhe.” That was it. I threw her on the bed, yanked off her trousers and panties. She was naked, thick thighs spread, pussy already glistening. I stared for a second like an animal then went down on her. Tongue on her pussy, fingers spreading her open, sucking her clit. She screamed and ground on my face. “Ahhh fuckkk… yes… chaat meri chut… uff.” I pushed two fingers inside, curled them, sucked harder until she shook and squirted across my face.
Before she could catch her breath I pulled my cock out and shoved it in her mouth. “Chus le randi.” I grabbed her hair and face fucked her. She gagged, spit dripping, eyes watering, but she sucked harder. I slapped her tits and kept ramming her throat. She pulled off for air, panting. “Raat bhar chuswaungi aur chudwaungi tujhe,” then took me deep again.
I flipped her, spread her legs, and pushed into her pussy. She screamed and clutched the sheets. I started slow, kissing her, biting her lips, then started pounding. Her tits bounced wildly, sweat between us. I flipped her to doggy, yanked her hair, and slammed into her from behind. Her ass clapped with every thrust. I spanked her hard. “Saali randi… office mein attitude dikhati thi… ab lund ke niche karahi hai.”
“Yes… I’m your slut… fuck me harder,” she moaned and pushed back. I grabbed her throat, pressed her face into the bed, put my leg on her neck and drilled her without mercy. She screamed and came hard, pussy clenching around me. I didn’t stop. I pulled out, spread her ass, and licked her hole. She gasped and panicked. “No… not there… please… leave it… not today.” I smirked and circled her rim with my tongue. “Next time, Nitisha. I’ll break this ass wide open.”
She was trembling. “I promise… next time… but not today.” I shoved my cock back into her mouth and fucked her face until I exploded. She gagged as cum spilled down her throat and overflowed onto her tits. She wiped her mouth and smirked weakly. “Next time… you can have everything.” I lay back still throbbing, knowing she meant it.
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