Hard to get Office Girl

I am a great fan of Exbii and like the stories listed here the most. After much contemplation, I decided to share one of my own with the readers. I am Kashif and work in an advertising agency in Lahore. A couple months back, we were running a teaser campaign for a new product and this required us to put in long hours at a stretch. It was a prime project for the agency and the entire staff was putting in their best. I was recently designated the creative director and was assigned a beautiful young assistant named Fauzia .

Fauzia had joined the agency six-months back and was a quick learner. Becoming a creative director at one of the leading Ad agencies in Pakistan was already a dream come true but having Fauzia as an assistant was the real icing on the cake. For me, working long hours with such an arm candy was anything but work. It was always a treat. Moreover, her enthusiasm to learn the tricks of the trade was such that she would not leave much for me to do. She had the enthusiasm of a fresh chick who landed up in the corporate world straight out of college.

I often used to joke that Fauzia was best suited for a teaser campaign because she was herself a hell of a teaser. She had a knack for slowly and gradually pushing you till the very edge(sexual flirt) and then pulling you back as if nothing had happened. Her shrewd push and pull would give a high that not even a tequila shot could match in intensity.

She seemed to hide a smoldering fire inside her calm and cool exterior and this made her mysteriously attractive to men around her. It was her teasing, together with her 'hard to get' attitude that made the chase even more fun for the men around her. Fauzia could carry off almost any apparel with grace: be it the conventional salwaar kameez on the usual days, a skirt and a top for presentations or a business suit at formal meetings. On the fateful day, we were running short of our deadline and were preparing the final presentation for the teaser campaign. It was a hectic job. The entire day was spent making some or the other changes to the presentation. Every time we would think of winding it up as the final copy, something or the other would crop up.

The problem with creative works is that they require a keen sense of aesthetics and trivial things can completely make or break a project. What was just a retouch turned out to be a major restructuring with the result that both of us (me and Fauzia) staying back till late to wind up the job as the final presentation was slated for the next day. Fauzia was supposed to give this presentation the next day and had come prepared for a full dress rehearsal for her presentation. She was wearing a full-sleeved white shirt with buttons in the front and a matching grey slit-skirt. There was a high contrast between her milky white thighs and the gray skirt she was wearing for the presentation. While crossing and uncrossing her legs, Fauzia had given me a sneak peek of her red-hot panties. The matching red bra was thinly visible whenever the projector light shone through her white shirt. It was well past midnight and both of us were working alone on our presentation.

To keep the atmosphere stress-free, a lot of casual flirting was going on between us. Things were at their peak when seizing the opportunity, I suggestively made a casual reference to her with a smile that red was my favorite color. I was taken completely off-guard when she shot back, "It's not red but maroon, here, check it out" and pulled her skirt up. In the heat of the moment, I simply couldn't believe my luck. Here was my sexy co-worker asking me to checkout the true color of her panties in an unassuming way. I slowly walked up to her, squatted in front of her with my face just inches away from her crotch and rubbing my hand over her lacy panties said, "Yeah! this is maroon indeed but I'm sure the bra is red..." to which she interrupted that it was also maroon and I challenged her that I cannot be wrong. Taking my cue, she started unbuttoning her shirt and put it on a nearby chair.

As she walked up to me, her beautiful 34C pair of boobs jiggled provocatively in her maroon bra. I wasted no time and cupped both her boobs in my hands. They were quite a handful. She rolled her eyes in ecstasy as I pressed her boobs and taking this as a cue, I gently embraced her and unhooked her strapless bra from behind. It soon fell to the ground and I latched onto her left boob and began sucking hungrily. It was soft and plump and was quite a mouthful. After sucking it to my heart's content, I moved to her right boob which was a bit smaller but no less juicy. Sensing a hard-on in my pants, Fauzia rubbed my crotch and unbuttoned my trouser.

She quickly opened the zipper and pulled down the underwear revealing a semi-hard cock begging for attention. "Tumhara lund to bahut mota hai jaan" she mutter in awe and after some initial difficulty, managed to take it all in her mouth and completely moisturized it with her saliva. My pre-cum, mixed with her saliva had completely covered my swollen cock. She took out the purple glans from her wet mouth, stood up and pushed me down to face her crotch.

I wasted no time in pulling down her panties and was delighted to see that she had a natural growth of pubic hair. It was an inverted triangular patch of smooth black hair that gave out an aroma no man could ever resist. ( www.indiansexstories.mobi ) I buried my nose in her aromatic twat and my tongue started looking for her swollen clit that was hiding behind her clitoral hood. As my tongue played with her clit, Fauzia muttered - "Jaan, choos lo ise". I gently began to suck on it and in between my tongue was also playing with her vulva. She was getting ecstatic and was encouraging me with her dirty talk that was making me even more horny. Fauzia was mutering, "chaat lo meri fuddi jaan, meri tharak mita do, choos lo meri fuddi." After what seemed like an eternity, her pussy lips had become swollen red by all the mauling it had received.

I lifted her from her hips, took her to a table, and placed her strategically onto the edge so that her feet were resting on my shoulders and her pussy was ready for a thorough fucking. She was begging me in her own way, "Aaj is fuddi ka bhosra bana do jaan, ragad do aaj ise, loot lo meri asmat" I wasted no time and shoved my cock inside her pink slit with a grunt while she was muttering "ooh maa...dheere jaan take it easy". She was having problem adjusting to my girth. However, after a few strokes, all was fine and our hips were moving in a perfect rythm. I was screwing her while she was encouraging me all the time, "aaj mujhe aurat bana do jaan, ragad do meri fuddi, aaj iski pyaas bujha do", "ooh maa.... ouch.... ahh..... ahhhh..... ahhhhhhh.....". Our pubes were entangled in a sweaty mess and our groins were moving in perfect harmony. All this continued for about 15 minutes when suddenly I felt my muscles tense up and in an instant, my cock ejaculated wave after wave of hot semen inside her swollen pink pussy.

Her body was also shuddering under an intense orgasm and she was completely oblivious to the fact that I had deposited my seed inside her unprotected womb. After we regained our senses, I pulled out my limp cock, grabbed my clothes and went to the bathroom to clean up. As I came back, she was cleaning up her pussy that was leaking my hot cum onto her inner thighs. I asked her if she felt hungry? She nodded and I ordered a pizza while she grabbed her clothes and went to the loo. In a few minutes, the pizza arrived and we devoured it hungrily. By the time we finished up our presentation, it was already early morning and both of us cuddled up on the couch to take a catnap before making the final presentation


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