Dirty Me Kritis Office Outing

When I looked in the mirror my face was a mess. My makeup was half undone, and my hair looked crumbled. I was in a room which was small by my standards, but my heart was full of excitement. It took some time for me to realize that this was my first night after marriage, famously known as Suhag Raat in India, where the bride is deflowered for the first time. In other words - she loses her virginity. The groom entered the room, and, to my surprise, I was so happy to see him that my body was already shivering in anticipation.

"You cannot imagine how happy I am today," he said. "I never thought I would be lucky enough to marry you. You were always a part of all my fantasies."

I said nothing, although these words seemed to create a nostalgic memory for me. It seemed I had heard them before, but I didn't care. I hugged him. He was tall and a little dark. His lean and muscular body was perfectly embracing mine. I knew we complimented each other perfectly, at least physically.

Suddenly, he started kissing my face all over. Slowly his expression was changing from love to lust. I knew that he was horny for me, like every other guy, but tonight I was his. He started kissing me hard on my lips, and bit them till they started to ooze a little blood. I didn't care as I was willing to be devoured and used that night. Now his hands were all over my body, and he was all over me like an animal hunting for the first time.

My saree was haphazardly draped, and now it had started opening up due to his aggressiveness. I tried to calm him down, although deep down I could feel that I wanted the same. I wanted this guy desperately.

I tried to push him back gently, but he held my waist and pulled me so hard that I was crashed against his body. My saree drapes were touching the floor by now. My deep cleavage in my dark red blouse was completely visible to him, and I could see his expression changing as he looked at my assets.

"Remove my shirt!" he ordered in a distinctly "Indian husband" sort of attitude.

I looked at him with an expression that said that I don't take orders from anybody, but soon I started unbuttoning his shirt because I knew that I was the slave of my own lust. As I opened each button, I saw his bare chest for the first time and his well-formed muscles, and I wanted to kiss him all over his chest. Until I'd helped him to get rid of his shirt, his eyes were glued to my cleavage. Immediately he took my face in his palms and kissed me again on my lips, licking the little blood which had oozed.

I couldn't help but kiss him back, hard and wild. He immediately sensed my desire, and thrust his tongue inside my mouth. It became hard for me to breathe, and I tried to push him back, in vain.

I felt wetness between my legs already, probably because I wasn't wearing any panties. His hands were busy caressing my breasts which measured a proud 36D. His big palms were almost able to hold and squeeze them completely. I wondered why I hadn't fucked this guy even once before marriage - so unlike me!

He started unhooking my blouse, one by one, and with each button he revealed the red bridal bra which was trying hard to hold my big melons. He removed my blouse completely, and I saw the lust in his eyes for me. I was standing there in a bra and a crumbled saree skirt. He brushed his fingers on my bulging boobs, tugging at the outline of my cups. The look in his eyes was of a small child who had just opened up a treasure box.

"You are so much more than I thought," he said, and picked me up in his arms.

I was surprised by the ease with which he carried me to the bed.

As soon as I was in his arms I could feel that I was dripping in my own juices. My heart raced thinking about what was going to happen. He made me lie down, and came over to me. Then he buried his face in my chest and before I could even realize, he was licking me all over while my palms and fingers explored his burly back. I could feel his face, tongue, hair all over my neck and cleavage, scratching my delicate skin.

I could now start to feel him growing big as he pulled my bra up without unhooking it. My boobs popped out, and stayed tight together because of the elastic.

He pinched my nipples one by one and said: "I'm going mad. Sorry in advance for what I am going to do to you."

I just smiled and thought: "I hope he satisfies me, and doesn't disappoint me!"

He got down from the bed, and removed his lowers. A thin but quite long shaft popped out. It was brown and shining in the dim light of the room. I wanted to taste and wrap my lips around it, but couldn't say the same, for fear of his judgment on our first night. I pretended not to look at his dick when he looked at me. He immediately went back to work on my still held together globes. His tongue was doing magic on my nipples as he sucked like a small boy who doesn't know how to arouse a woman. But still it felt so raw and sexy.

I could feel a wave of desire building in my body. I wanted his thing rammed inside me hard, and so did he. After sucking hard on my erect nipples, he started pulling up my saree. My pussy was all ready to be fucked and banged hard. In one quick snatch he removed my saree, and the rest of my clothes, but he left my bra holding my boobs in that uncomfortable position.

Then to my surprise he got down and asked me to climb on top of him. I spread my legs and sat on him. He was shivering with excitement and so was I, although maybe a little less. He adjusted his manhood to slip it inside me, which happened almost immediately due to my overflowing pussy. I could feel him deep inside me - just the way I had imagined. He slowly started pumping me while I sat on him, riding him like a horse, or maybe a bitch on heat. He was doing it so well that I could feel his dick moving against my walls, each and every movement, and it filled me with ecstasy. I started moving my hips in a circular motion, and then up and down. I was not in control anymore, and wanted him to fuck me harder now.

He started pumping even harder which made my tits jump up and down like bouncing balls, and led to my bra becoming unclasped.

"Ah, finally," I thought.

He held my breasts and pinched my erect nipples hard, causing me a piercing pain which nevertheless didn't affect me. He started moaning and after a while called me filthy names, which made me even more horny. By now he had started thrusting into me very hard, and I was enjoying every bit of it. Then suddenly I felt a lot of wetness over my thighs.

"No way!" I exclaimed in my mind. "Is he done already?" I wished not, but to my utter dismay it was the truth.

He had released his juices into my pussy, which was craving for more sex. He kissed my cheeks, got up, and went outside the room. I got up in frustration, flabbergasted. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt like screaming with anger. I felt used, and without anything in return, and that was not like me.

I went to the bathroom and banged the door, and then suddenly my eyes opened.

"Where was I?" I murmured to myself.

It was not my house. I was sleeping somewhere else, on some other bed. It took me some time to realize that I had come for a quickie at someone else's house. I was so lost in my head, when I heard Harshdeep coming upstairs.

He exclaimed: "so you're awake, honey! Here's your pill."

I realized that I was in my colleague Harshdeep's bedroom, and it was already 5 pm in the evening.

It was the day when our entire unit teams were on an office outing together. It was a rare event and since there were several teams, my occasional though favorite fuck buddy from another team was also there. He was one handsome guy, and married.

I was married the first time I met him. We had shared an instant spark and rapport and things grew quickly between us, and so we continuously used to sneak out for some casual sex, his house or mine. But since we had to be really careful to hide our relationship from others in the office, we always maintained a low profile. During the whole of the event his eyes were searching for me and I caught him staring at me many times. We had exchanged some smiles and some messages on the phone already, mostly him complimenting my assets.

"You're looking super-hot today! I want to lick those tits poking through your wet shirt. Want to come home with me?" he had asked in a message.

My shirt was wet as I'd been inside a water park with some of my girl colleagues. My nipples were poking due to the cold weather and the water. (Which I only realized after his message). I'm sure I would have caused an erection in several dicks while I danced away to Bollywood tunes under a rain shower with my erect nipples.

"Yes, I want to come home with you and get my boobs squeezed!" I replied.

With this message I went near him, and bent to tie my shoe laces so as to give him a good peek of my melons, tied tightly in a red lacy bra. He got a bit embarrassed at first, but then a smile came to his face.

"C'mon, let's get to the TT table!" I called out to my girlfriends, smiling at him as I passed by.

Table tennis always reminded me of my husband; he was a champion player and won many awards, and it was one of the qualities that attracted me to him. I quickly took a picture of me with the table tennis table to send to my husband, as I didn't want him to disturb me for the next couple of hours or so. Once done, I got back to making my fuck-buddy lust for me.

I enjoyed the spectators surrounding us while I played table tennis, which kept my melons bouncing and fighting to come out of their bra bondage.

I continued for some time until I got a message from my fuck buddy: "Let's finish the lunch and then we can sneak out, I can't take any more of your sexiness today."

Although I wanted to tease him more, by attracting each and every guy there, I decided to obey him and listen to my own bodily urges. Giving the excuse that I was hungry and tired, I convinced a friend to have early lunch with me. I told a few people that I had to leave, and wouldn't be taking the office bus back to work. I left from the venue and went to his car in the parking.

Being the sports loving guy that he was, he had his personal SUV. I knew that the fact we were both leaving alone from the venue, and without asking anyone else, might put some questions in a few people's minds; but I couldn't care less about it that time. It was a long drive from the resort to his home. I knew what we both had in our minds, I was excited and my heart was racing. I never could figure out why I felt like that every time we were together, or just before having sex. I always had an amazing time with him.

"This way mam!" he said, and opened the car door for me.

I smiled and hopped in. As I passed, he scraped my ass with his body. My heart skipped a beat.

"So how was your day, Kriti?" he asked.

"It was fun," I told him.

"Believe me, the best time of the day is about to begin." He smiled and winked at me.

I knew he was absolutely right, but I chose not to reply and instead posted back a question with a smile: "How was your day?"

"Well, today I couldn't help my eyes get off you - my day was spent in chasing the most gorgeous lady in my office!" he said.

By this time we had already hit the highway.

I gave a shy smile, and said: "I missed you too."

He interlaced his fingers with mine and kissed my hands, his eyes still glued on the road. After a few minutes I freed my hands from his, and adjusted my bra, which was hurting a little.

"Hey, don't distract me girl! Anyway, it's the toughest job to concentrate on the road with you beside me!" he said.

I gave a naughty smile, and then couldn't stop myself from teasing him more.

"Guess my boobs are too heavy for this bra, I might as well get rid of it," I said, lowering my tone for the last words.

He was awestruck. "Wow! If you really do that, I might become your slave," he said with excitement and expectation. "But I know you won't," he said, trying to spur me on.

I liked to keep them loose anyway, and would have done it even without his efforts. Although it was exciting to seduce him in his car on the highway.

"Alright, I will remove it, but you have to remove something too," I said.

"You never know - I might remove everything after seeing you without bra," he winked.

I smiled and said: "Can you help me unhooking it?"

"Shit! You serious?" he exclaimed.

I turned around, and pulled up my shirt from the back.

"You are one hell of a sexy girl" he continued, and with that unhooked my bra, which immediately snapped open.

I slipped the straps of my bra from my shoulders, one by one. I could see him getting restless as I did so. I pulled out the bra from under my shirt, and decorated it gracefully over the dashboard to tease him more. The red lace contrasted against the black background.

"What's up with you today, sweetheart?" he said with a surprise, and looked at me.

My milk jugs were now hanging loose, and my erect nipples were easily visible through my shirt. They always hardened whenever I removed my bra. But this time there was no doubt I was turned on as well, and hence the hardness was more prominent.

He turned his head at least four times to sneak a peek at me, as I relaxed on the seat with my arms behind the head rest. My chest was thrust out and my melons bounced at each and every imperfection of the road. My eyes were closed, when suddenly the car came to a screeching halt. I was startled as he immediately put his rather long arms around my waist, and pulled me towards him, his other hand cupping my right breast and his lips forced on mine.

His eyes closed and so did mine while we interlocked our lips, his tongue trying to find a way inside my mouth. He kissed me hard, and then slipped his hands under my shirt to fondle my breasts; he caressed and pressed them as we smooched for what seemed like an eternity. Those few minutes were bliss. I was completely lost in him, and forgot about where we were. His hands were now crushing both my boobs, and his grip was tight around my body.

Suddenly my phone rang, and we got hold of ourselves. It was my husband checking with me about my return plans, as he usually picked me up from the office in the evenings. I told him it would take more than a couple of hours, and I might try to come back on my own. Harshdeep continued fondling me all the time I was talking to my husband; he pinched my nipple and a shriek escaped from my mouth.

"Are you alright? What happened?" my husband asked.

"Nothing, just tripped on my heels. Talk to you later honey, muahs." I snapped the call.

I scolded Harshdeep for troubling me while on the call, to which he just smiled. "I know you enjoyed it, and want me to do more of that when we reach my house."

I knew he was right, and just nodded like an obedient puppy to her master.

We soon reached his house; as always I wrapped a scarf around my face and put on my shades as to ensure that no one recognized me around his place. As we entered the house my excitement had no bounds. His wife was out of town. I entered and being familiar with the place went straight to the kitchen to get some water for myself.

I turned around to find him standing behind me and smiling.

"Don't you think you have teased me a lot today? It might not be good for you to keep me waiting and teasing for so long," he continued. "You have every reason to be scared now baby."

And then he started unbuttoning my jeans.

"What's wrong with you?" I said, laughing, and ran to the living room.

"You looked so sexy while wet in the rain dance today, I want to fuck you in the shower!"

"That would be super steamy," I thought to myself, and couldn't stop appreciating him in my mind for the proposal.

"Yeah, sounds good," I mumbled, feeling weak at the knees.

Hearing that, he immediately came near me and kissed me on the lips. His tongue kept exploring my lips, then his tongue and teeth. His hands successfully pulled down my jeans from my buttocks, to expose my red lacy panties, given to me by my husband as an anniversary present.

"Get rid of those jeans, and follow me Kriti," he ordered sternly.

It felt so erotic, and I could feel his sense of overpowering masculinity. He took the stairs to his bedroom and I followed him, wearing just my shirt and panties. His chest was masculine, and he had wide arms, being a lot bigger than my hubby. He made me feel so delicate around him, and I was always smitten by his huge size, and the way I felt like a little woman in front of him. I loved it when I had to get on my toes to kiss him on the lips, and the way he could pick me up while kissing. I followed him like his personal pet to his room. As soon as I entered, he pulled me to him, and picked me up. I realized that he was already off with his jeans.

"Heyyy..." I shrieked, but he knew exactly what he was doing.

He took me to his washroom, and stood under the big rain shower.

I looked into his eyes with nervousness and surprise.

He looked at me and said: "I want to see your beauty in every possible way. Are you ready baby?"

I couldn't help but nod in affirmation. Still holding me in his arms, he started the shower. As the gush of warm water trickled over his head to mine, he pressed his lips against mine again. I could slowly feel my body getting wet from top to bottom, as water trickled down my hair, my arms, and my thighs and drenched my shirt. I could feel my grip around his neck start to loosen. My shirt was drenched, and as expected my nipples started to poke through the thin fabric.

He stared at them and said: "That's what I was dying to see, Kriti!" His eyes were glued to my poking tits.

"And that's what I wanted to hear!" I said, mesmerized by his glistening masculine body under the water.

I pulled myself up and licked the water from his ear lobes.

"Do u want to have a better look darling? I sometimes feel I have this body just so that you can use it," I whispered in his ears.

And then I pulled up my wet shirt over my head, and letting go of my grip around his neck I put my arms behind my back. The water dripped on my now naked breasts. I closed my eyes to be able to imagine the most amazing experience I was about to get. He helped me whisk away my shirt and threw it into the corner.

"Oh my! You are incredible Kriti!" he exclaimed ,and then pulled me up as I stood on my toes.

For the first time, I felt my own wetness dribbling down my pussy, as I felt the warmth of his mouth against my nipple. His tongue was teasing it, licking all the water around it, and after a pause he opened his mouth, took my nipple and sucked hard on it. I moaned with pleasure, thinking how his mouth was able to cover half my boob along with the nipple. He kept sucking and gulping the shower water like a hungry baby.

"Ah..." I moaned again, and with that he became more vigorous.

I pulled my other breast and fed him the other nipple. To my surprise he took them both together and squeezed them against each other and put both my nipples in his mouth. I opened my eyes to see how my boobs were being ravaged by him. I couldn't stop staring at the sight, as it made me wetter.

"Wow, someone seems to have a big mouth!" I teased him.

"I am sure you too have a big mouth," he snapped back, after letting my boobs go free, followed by a wink.

I could clearly understand the hidden subtext in his words. I could feel some pain in my breasts due to his work, but that felt good at that moment.

He then gently put me down, my feet resting on the slippery wet floor. I still held his arms tight.

"You are making me go crazy," I said.

I again stood on my toes and kissed his lips, and then immediately dropped to my knees. I could now witness the hardness as I tried to break his cock free from his under garment. I slowly slipped his pants down, and his big tool popped out. He was quite fair and so was his tool, fair and pink. Frankly I was looking at it closely for the first time; it was at least twice the size of my hubby's cock, and he was not even fully erect as it hung down. It still looked monstrous and my craving for it increased with every drop of shower water on it.