Kinky experience with my co-worker – Part 5

I woke up early, my stomach in knots, knowing I had to pick Keerthi up at 6 AM. Her text last night had stirred up old memories—her wild energy, the way she’d ride me like the world was ending, her sharp tongue that could cut or seduce in a heartbeat.

I didn’t know what to expect, but peace wasn’t on the menu. I rode to the station. Keerthi was there, leaning against a pillar, looking like she’d stepped out of my dirtiest dreams. Her hair was shorter, but those eyes still burned with mischief, and that smirk always got me hard.

“Hey, stranger,” she purred, tossing her bag at me like old times. “Miss me?”
“Like a headache,” I shot back, catching the bag. “You’re staying a week, not a lifetime, right?”

We reached my room, and I set her luggage aside. She went to freshen up while I brushed my teeth. She came out wearing a t-shirt and night pants. I didn’t wait long and went in for a kiss. She tried to push me away, but when I broke the kiss, she said, “Stop, you’re not my boyfriend anymore.”

“You knew something like this would happen if you met me. Why did you come?” I replied.

“I had no one else to contact here,” she answered.

“If you’ve decided to come to my place, I know you’re okay with whatever happens,” I said and started kissing her again. She didn’t protest this time.

“I’m sleepy. Can I go to bed?” she asked.

“Let’s sleep together,” I replied and took her to bed.

Keerthi: “You won’t let me sleep. Let me sleep alone.”

M: “No, I’ll sleep with you. It’s just 7 now. I have a whole week to fuck you.”

Keerthi: “You’re not going to fuck me.”

M: “No, I’m definitely going to fuck you. Now let’s just undress.” I started to pull her t-shirt.

Keerthi: “Wait, why? Stop.”

M: “Don’t you remember how we used to sleep? You should sleep naked in this house; it’s the house rules.”

Saying this, I removed her t-shirt. I pulled off her pants, and she begged to keep her underwear, but I didn’t agree. She was tired from the journey, got annoyed, removed her panties and bra, threw them at me, and covered herself with a blanket.

I stripped off my clothes and slipped under the blanket with a hard dick.
I turned to her side, placing my left leg and hand on her, my dick resting on her thigh. “Do not disturb me. Let me sleep,” she said, annoyed. “I won’t. Let’s cuddle and sleep,” I replied.

She said, “Okay,” and I moved closer. She took my dick in her left hand, rubbed the pre-cum with her thumb, and smeared the wetness onto me. We looked into each other’s eyes. She kissed me and told me to sleep. She didn’t let go of my dick. I brought my hand to her chest; her nipples were hard.

We slept closely for more than two hours. I woke up; she’s sleeping like a doll. I kept giving small kisses to wake her up. She asked to give a few more minutes, kissing my lips back with closed eyes. She hadn’t woken up, though she responded to my kisses on her lips.

I got an idea and moved on top of her, careful not to place my weight on her, settling into a 69 position. I started kissing her pussy, her pubic hair trimmed just the way I always loved. Licking her slowly, I worked my fingers inside her, feeling her warmth.

My dick hovered above her face, brushing against her cheek. Finally, she woke up and slapped my butt for waking her. I wiggled my dick closer, urging her to suck it, but she didn’t take it. Lowering my hips, I let my dick and balls rest against her face. She spanked my butt again.

But I kept licking her pussy, pulling her pussy lips gently with my lips. She was wet in no time, her hips twitching. My precum leaked, smearing on her skin, and she finally took my dick into her mouth, avoiding more mess. She gave a light bite to my shaft and tapped my balls.

I tugged her pussy lips with my teeth, grinning. “I can play that game too,” I said. She wasn’t happy, pulling my dick out with a scowl. Now I knew she was angry, so I reversed my position and lay on top of her, my dick and her boobs pressed tightly between us.

She pushed against me with both hands, saying, “You’re too heavy to carry.” Looking into her face, I leaned closer, kissing her softly, and asked, “Are you angry, or is this just drama?” She turned her head to the side, dodging my kisses with a playful twist.

My persistence paid off, and soon we were kissing deeply, tongues tangling. My hard dick rested on her thigh, and I rubbed against her as we kissed. She used her left hand to guide my dick to her opening. I adjusted myself between her legs, and when my dick reached her entrance, she pulled the skin back.

With a synchronised push, I slid inside her. It had been a long time, but being inside her felt like home. I whispered, “It’s good to be inside you again, like coming home.” She pushed my butt closer, urging my dick to slide fully into her.
We started kissing passionately, and I’m slowly moving my hips to slide my dick back and forth inside her. Keerthi’s grip on my butt tightened, her pussy clenching around my dick, hot and slick. I thrust slowly, savouring every inch, her moans vibrating against my chest as her boobs pressed into me.

“Fuck, you feel too good,” I groaned, kissing her neck. She urged, “Go faster,” in a lustful tone, so I increased my pace, fucking her harder. She moaned louder, and I could feel her wetness flooding around me. She begged me to go faster, but I knew I’d cum soon if I did.

So I grabbed her, rolled onto my back, and brought her on top of me. She grumbled about needing to put in the effort now, but with her pussy on fire, she started riding me fiercely. I reached for her boobs, squeezing them as she moved.

Keerthi’s boobs bounced in my hands, her nipples hard against my palms as she rode me, her pussy gripping my dick with every fierce thrust. Her moans grew sharper, her hips grinding faster, sweat glistening on her skin. She leaned in and started kissing me, and my hands moved down to feel her butt.

She rocked her hips faster, but my dick slipped out when she raised her hips. I grabbed it with my right hand, my fingers slick with her juices, and inserted it back. She resumed riding, and I rubbed my wet fingers on her face, grinning, “Your nectar.” She slapped me for it, smirking.

She pulled my dick out and slid her pussy along my shaft, her juices coating me. She reached her orgasm, her body shivering with pleasure. She lay on me, and I hugged her tightly. After a moment, I rolled on top, saying, “I’m not finished.” I slid my dick back inside and started fucking her.

She moaned loudly, and I finished inside her. We cleaned ourselves, decided to skip breakfast, and went back to sleep, cuddling close. We ordered food online, and Keerthi dressed in my t-shirt and her panties. Her legs were bare as she sat cross-legged on the bed.

She started telling me about her life, what’s been going on, and I asked about her relationships. She shrugged, saying she’s been in situationships, but her parents are pushing for marriage. “Would you marry me?” she asked, her eyes teasing yet sharp.

I replied, “No, you had sex with someone else after me. I can’t marry you without making peace with that. But honestly, I’d marry you even if you did, because we weren’t together, and sex is a need. With you, I loved it; with others, it was just physical.”

I asked, “How many have you been with?” She smirked, “Two.” When I pressed about her sex life, she said, “I’ll tell if you tell me yours.” I agreed and asked her to share hers in detail first. She nodded, her smirk widening, ready to spill.

One weekend, Pavan’s roommate went to his hometown. We were drinking wine and watching a TV series. We went to his room to sleep; he was next to me, and we kept talking, lying straight. While talking, he patted my tummy and left his hand on my stomach.

He changed the topic to boobs and said, “You should grow them.” I said, “No need, and I’m happy with them.” He took my hand, placed it on his chest, then put his hand on my chest and squeezed my left boob, saying, “There’s not much difference between our chests.”

I quickly realised and removed his hand. He argued the same again; this time, he kept one of my hands on his chest and the other on mine and asked me to press. I said, “No,” but he grabbed both my hands and made me press his chest and mine. I said, “Stop, I have a good size. Leave it.”

He said I was wrong, removed his shirt, placed my hand on his hairy chest, raised my top, and kept my other hand on my left boob over my bra. He told me to give a squeeze; as I did, he squeezed my other boob. I removed his hand, but he grabbed it again and said, “Wait, let me touch both, and I’ll never talk about it.”

I didn’t say anything, trying to remove his hand, but he grabbed both boobs. He said he couldn’t feel their actual size through the bra and immediately pulled my bra down. My tits were out. He came on top of me to see them; I quickly covered them, even though the room was dark.

He kept pressing my boobs and said, “You have nice boobs. Please let me see them.” I said, “No,” and covered them with my hands, but he removed my hands, begging me to let go. He moved my hands away and kept looking at my boobs. I was shy and didn’t want this to happen.

Meanwhile, he put his mouth on my left tit and started sucking it. Before I realised what was happening, a shiver went down my spine, and my body responded to his touch. While my brain said it was wrong, it couldn’t overcome the pleasure. I tried lifting his head; he kept sucking hard.

I requested, “Go slow, it’s paining.” He started being gentle; my nipples were hard, and I was wet down there. He kept sucking my boobs for quite some time and removed my top and bra while he was at it. He reached for my lips; I wasn’t ready for his kiss, so I turned my head aside.

He kept kissing my face and neck; I was getting completely aroused, tried to stop him, but couldn’t. My voice was too low from the pleasure I was experiencing. He unbuttoned my jeans and slid his hand below my underwear. His hand rubbing my clitoris sent jolts through my body.

I couldn’t resist and moaned; he kissed me, and this time I responded, and we kept kissing while his fingers moved on my cunt. He removed my jeans and underwear; I covered my pussy and myself. I was totally naked. He spread my legs, kept kissing my thighs, coming down to my pussy.

I tried to stop him, but he removed my hand and lapped my pussy with his tongue. I couldn’t control myself anymore and pressed his head to my pussy. He undressed himself while eating my pussy. He shifted up and kept sucking my boobs; now his dick was poking me.

That’s when I knew he had undressed himself. He took my hand toward his dick and made me touch it; I didn’t at first, but after a few tries, I grabbed his dick. He made me stroke it; it was half an inch bigger than yours. He started rubbing his dick head on my pussy, spreading my pussy lips.

I said, “I’m ovulating, please don’t keep it inside.” He immediately brought a condom from his friend’s room; I was resting in the meantime, trying to gain control over my body. But he came back, kept his dick on my pussy, and started rubbing. My pussy gave way to his cock to enter, and his cock head was inside.

He adjusted himself in missionary position and started inserting his dick; it slid inside with minimum resistance due to complete wetness. We started kissing, and he started ramming my pussy; I felt a little uncomfortable at times to accommodate his big dick.

He finished quickly in five minutes, removed his condom, and slept beside me. We fucked one more time that night. In the morning, I woke, dressed, and left his room. I ignored him for a month, but my body needed to release the steam once in a while.

We came to terms that we’d be in a relationship until one of us decides to leave or gets another partner. It’s been more than six months now since we last had sex. We used to fool around when his roommate wasn’t there.

Slowly, that changed, and they were okay with having girls around even when others were present. I try to keep my moans low while having sex when Madhu is present. Pooja is different; she moans loudly even though we’re present. Pavan says her moans make him hard; if I’m not there, he’d masturbate to her moans. He even confessed to her; she’s happy that he’s getting pleasure from her moans. This went even further: they’d join an audio call while having sex so Pavan could hear their action and jerk off. He started doing the same with me; I was uncomfortable at first, but I was aroused listening to their moans, so it became normal. I asked Pooja why her moans are loud; she said, “Madhu fucks fast and lasts longer. What about Pavan?” I replied, “I ask him to fuck slowly; he has a big dick, and I’m not always comfortable accommodating his dick. He finishes between 5 and 10 minutes.” “How big is his?” Pooja asked. “6.5,” I replied. She commented, “Madhu’s is smaller, less than 6; you won’t have trouble accommodating his.” I said, “My ex had 6 inches; it was a perfect fit.”
This continued for some time, and one day Pavan proposed swapping partners; I immediately said no. Later, Pooja asked me to consider it; I refused and told them to go ahead without me, saying I wouldn’t mind. Pooja tried convincing me for a few days, offering new explanations each time. When we were having sex in our room, the audio call became a regular thing. Pooja described what Madhu was doing, how he was fucking her, and how she wanted to hear my moans when Madhu fucked me. Both Madhu and Pavan exchanged words about how they were fucking us and how we responded. Madhu praised Pooja’s boobs, saying they’re bigger than mine; Pavan replied, “Can’t wait to suck them.” Pavan bragged about my sexy, long thighs, noting I’m taller than Pooja. They shared fantasies about fucking each other’s partner. I thought it would not harm at the beginning, but hearing their fantasies—how Madhu imagined me while nailing Pooja and her moans—made me think about having sex with Madhu. I started getting aroused thinking about it. I’m trying to do the right thing, but the lust is creeping into me.
They’re getting bolder in front of me now; kissing and pressing boobs over clothes became natural, even though there’s a third person. The boys started roaming freely in their boxers, forming tents with their boners. Madhu’s boner tent is bigger than Pavan’s, making me wonder why, since I know Madhu’s cock is shorter than Pavan’s. Madhu’s cock stands straight when erect without a bend, while Pavan’s bends downward. One day, while I was on the couch, Pooja, kissing Madhu, slid her hand inside his boxer, making it slide down a little, and started stroking it. The waistband slipped further, making his cock visible; that was the first time I saw his cock, and I thought, not bad. The boys requested we wear bras or slips without bras so they could see our nipples poking through the fabric. We agreed on the condition that they wouldn’t expose our tits while pressing or during any other activity. We got comfortable showing skin around them. One day, Pavan took one of my bras and gave it to Madhu; he masturbated with it and ejaculated on the bra cups. I was angry that he did it. He later gifted new pairs. Pavan requested my used underwear to give to Madhu and for me to wear a bra with Madhu’s cum on it; I said no, as usual. They offered to wash the undergarments and buy new pairs when needed. We girls were okay with that. That night, Pavan made me masturbate his cock and cum on Pooja’s bra cups; he ejaculated once in each cup. I knew I would receive a similar gift from Madhu the next morning. As expected, I got my bra with Madhu’s cum; it had dried, and I took a smell test. It didn’t smell much, so I wore it, but the dry cum scratched my boobs, making me a little uncomfortable. Due to sweat, the cum began to stick to my boobs. After reaching the room, I changed and gave my undergarments to Madhu. When Pavan arrived, we showered together; he mentioned it was hot cleaning someone else’s cum from my body.
Pooja got her period that day, so we all decided to sleep in one room. I slept between Pooja and Pavan; Madhu slept next to Pooja. She wore shorts and a bra, while I was in a slip and shorts. She asked me to unhook her bra because she was experiencing a little pain due to her period. Pavan and I settled under our blanket, as did Pooja and Madhu. Pavan kept his dick out of his boxers, and I kept stroking it; Pooja was doing the same, explaining her pain to Madhu while he inspected her boobs. Pooja said, “If you guys want to fuck, go on, we don’t mind.” Pavan needed no further instruction; he came on top of me. I asked him to do it under the blanket only and turn off all the lights. The lights were off, and the room was dark. Pavan removed my shorts and his, came up to me, and started kissing. I covered both of us under the blanket up to our necks. I took his dick in my hand and kept rubbing his big dick head on my pussy, making myself wet to take him. Pooja and Madhu were on their left side, watching us. My pussy got wet and was ready to take his dick. I placed his dick at my entrance, and he pushed it inside. I asked him to go slow; I didn’t want to be embarrassed by how I moaned. He started fucking slowly, and I kept kissing him to keep any sound from escaping my mouth. Pavan started pressing my boobs; my camisole was between us, so I raised it to give him access. To my surprise, he removed it completely. I was shocked; now we were both completely naked under the blanket. Pooja started encouraging Pavan while kissing Madhu, saying, “Baby, I want to fuck Pavan’s big dick after my period ends. I can’t wait to feel his weight on my body.” Madhu replied, “Sure, you can take him. I’m also desperate to fuck Keerthi. Show your boobs to Pavan; he’ll cum quickly.” Pooja adjusted her blanket, revealing her boobs. Pavan kept looking at her boobs and increased his pace; I knew he was about to cum. Madhu started pressing and sucking Pooja’s boobs. It was dark, but we could see what they were doing, and Pooja’s boobs were faintly visible. Pavan finished inside me and shifted to my right. Madhu put his dick in Pooja’s mouth, and she started giving him a blowjob. Now Pavan went for my boobs; I covered them with my arms, but he took one and started sucking it. Madhu finished in Pooja’s mouth, and later we slept naked under the blanket.

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