This adventure of mine is a little after the gangbang I had which I wrote in my story titled 'A Wedding to Remember'. By now, I had gotten a job in public relations firm. The only problem was the pay was moderate and the work was too much. I didn't mind it though as my career was just starting off. But I didn't know the job would get even more interesting as time went by.
Being in corporate public relations, I had to wear formal clothes to work. You know, crisp white shirts, pencil grey skirts paired sometimes with a matching coloured jackets. Other girls wore formal pants as well. But I preferred skirts with the high heels.
Naturally, my looks and the clothes which showed off my curvy figure, grabbed the attention of a number of male colleagues. But I knew better than involving myself from work. Also, there wasn't really any one worth getting into bed with.
However, men as they are, no isn't a no. The head of client servicing had the hots for me. Trying to chat me up during lunches, meeting downstairs for smokes, the works. When nothing else worked for him, he managed to shift me to his team to spend more time with him.
Client servicing though turned out to be a lot of fun. We basically had to show them around town, go for dinners, take them out for meetings, ensure they have a good time. I was having the time of my life and the best part was the company was paying for the good time I was having.
All the time spent at work meetings was taking its toll on my sex life though. After my gangbang at the Goa wedding, it had been seven months since I had been fucked. Things were getting desperate. Samir, the head of client servicing who had the hots for me, suddenly looked a good prospect. He was 35, average body slightly taller than me but he was funny and charming.
After another night of drinking out with representatives of one of the companies we worked for, I was very drunk and asked Samir to drop me home. He was a gentleman, throughout the drive and did not eye me, like he used to. At the time, I was suddenly feeling unwanted and I knew there's just one way to get over it.
"Samir, why don't you come up for a cup of coffee?"
"Hmmm, its getting late, but maybe just a quick cup," he replied.
As the lift was coming down, Samir remained all calm. But I was plotting my move. As reached my door, I dropped the keys intentionally in front of him. As I knelt down to pick it up my face just grazed his crotch and I felt it was hard. I thought this will be quite easy now.
I was wearing a dress with a long zipper at the back and as soon as we entered, I told him I'll quickly go make coffee. After about two three minutes, I spilt some of it on my dress and yelled out to him.
"Can you help me unzip? I need to put this in the washer immediately," I said as he entered the kitchen. He came up to me nervously and started fumbling with the zipper finally managing to unzip it.
I bumped my ass into his crotch rubbing against it as I grabbed his hand and to his surprise brought it up to massage my boobs as my dress fell.
"What are you doing Ria? This isn't right," he mumbled out not meaning a word of what he said. "But your cock says its perfectly fine Samir."
As I said that he turned me around, wearing only my panties while he stood there in his suit. He started to massage my boobs like it was the first time he saw boobs. Kneading them and squeezing them. Before we even kissed, he moved down and took my nipple in his mouth. I let out a long moan as pushed me now towards the small dining table brushing off some cutlery that was kept there.
His tongue was lashing away at my nipples and it was driving me wild. My juices were wetting up my panties as Samir sucked away on boobs. All of a sudden, he stopped. "Do you have honey?" he asked. "Its in the cabinet on top of the fridge."
I lay on the table, spreading my legs as my hands slipped into my pussy while I moaned away for Samir.
He came back and poured half of that honey on my boobs all the way down my body to my pussy. "Now you need to clean up this mess boss," I winked at him and before I could complete my sentence he start the clean up job on my boobs.
Within minutes he licked clean both my boobs and start to lick down my body. He took of my panties and threw them away exposing my slightly hairy pussy (I stopped shaving for a while) to him. He licked two of his fingers and slid them straight into my pussy as he continued licking every inch of every curve of my body.
My moans grew louder and longer and he knew I was enjoying it. Samir started to treat me like his whore. There was no conversation just pure passion. He spat on my pussy before he covered it with his mouth and started to eat my pussy.
Samir's tongue was exploring my pussy as my both writhed and shaked to an orgasm. The time was ripe. Without even taking his clothes off, Samir unzipped and let his cock out. He took the tip and ran it along the length of my pussy lips as I moaned for him to fuck me.
He grabbed both my tits and slammed his cock in, must have been around 8 inches. The sudden entry left me wide mouthed as I looked up at him. With the utmost pleasure Samir, still in his suit, kept pounding me.
The dining table shook at every stroke which were getting faster and faster as my juices and his pre-cum provided ample lubrication. I turned around with him still inside me and now my feet were on the floor and my boobs pressed against the table.
Samir was grabbing my hair and pulling my head back as he banged me like I was a bitch. He started spanking my ass as his cock was trembling inside my pussy. After another couple of strokes he pushed me off, turned me around and put me back on the table.
His cock throbbing in his hand he pointed it at my bush and shot his load on it. As simple as that he zipped up and had some water. "Ria, you are amazing. There's a bright future for you," he said and started to walk to out. "I'll see you at work tomorrow and next time you better get rid of that bush."
For the next few weeks, Samir and I worked like utter professionals. Work was good and every other night when we stayed in late, I made sure he shot his load in my mouth with me under the table.
This continued for another four-five months. Samir would come over on the weekends and fuck me, always with my pussy shaved. But I was getting bored. I needed more excitement. I had no idea what was in store next.
It was a Friday, Samir was working late and I went in, thinking he was waiting for me. "Ria, not tonight, there's this company I want to rope in but they are proving to be a tough nut to crack," he said feeling very disturbed.
