A Weekend with My Colleague

Let me tell you all about the man in this story. His name is Rohan. We are of the same age, working in this huge IT park in Bangalore. He’s tall, with a handsome face and dark eyes that always seem to notice exactly what I am wearing. He joined our office six months ago. We were working on two different projects, but our bay was on the same floor since the client was the same.

It started with little things at first. Catching each other’s eyes near the coffee machine, quick smiles in the lift when it was crowded. Then it became "Hi Archana" and "Hi Rohan" in the corridor.

Something just clicked between us, and we got along really well. After a month of knowing each other, we were making up stupid work excuses to stand close and talk longer. I loved the attention he gave me. We even started matching our WFO days so we could run into each other more often in the office. Fridays were always the best; the floor would be almost empty by evening, no annoying stand-up meetings or managers hovering around.

One Friday, we both wrapped up our tasks early. The pantry was completely dead, not a soul in sight. We grabbed some filter coffee and sat on that old corner couch nobody ever uses. I was wearing a cream-coloured silk shirt with the top two buttons open, acting like I didn’t care at all. I paired it with tight blue stretch pants that hugged my ass so well he could clearly see the thin line of my thong when I turned to sit.

So, I was just scrolling through my phone while talking with him. I had to lean forward a bit while resting my elbows on my knees. While I did that, I knew exactly what I was doing. I knew he was getting a very good view down my top, exposing my black lace bra and a deep, inviting cleavage.

I could literally feel the heat of his gaze. Because Bangalore had been unusually humid that week, there were tiny droplets of sweat sticking on my collarbone. Man, I could tell he had lost all his senses seeing that. I secretly loved knowing he wanted to rip my shirt open right there and touch me. I kept pretending to look at my screen while enjoying how hard he was staring at those damn things.

Ah! I finally caught him looking directly into my top. I pretended for a split second that I would be angry at him, but then I just gave him a knowing smile.

"Hey Rohan! You are a naughty, spoiled guy. I know exactly where your eyes were going," I teased him.

"Can you blame me? You’re looking so fucking hot today, Archana," he replied, not even trying to hide it.

I let out a soft laugh. "It’s okay. I wore this on purpose." That line alone made me feel a delicious little thrill, seeing his pupils dilate.

After that, we started talking about real stuff. Past relationships, bad Bumble dates, random hookups in the city. I told him straight up I’m not looking for anything serious till marriage. I just wanted to have fun, no drama, no boyfriend-girlfriend bullshit. Pure friends with benefits. He asked when I last got laid. I told him it had been more than six months. Work has been killing me.

"Honestly... I’m dying for it. Like, properly starving," I said, looking him dead in the eyes and biting the corner of my lower lip. His heart started pounding. He took all his courage and asked, "So… you wanna do something about that? Like right now?"

I didn’t even pause. "Yes. I’m already starving for that. Let’s leave now."

He immediately booked a room in a nice hotel in Koramangala, which was reasonably close to where we stayed. Since it was a long weekend, he was super excited and decided to book it till Monday morning. I was already imagining his hard length sliding between my wet lips.

We both rushed to our respective apartments in different parts of the city. I took a quick shower, packed a pair of fresh dresses and my makeup kit. He booked an Ola cab and texted me that he’d be there in about 15 minutes, asking me to wait near my apartment gate. I was still thinking about ways to explore his body and make the day incredibly dirty—after all, we had three full days, and I decided to make the absolute most of it.

When the cab finally pulled up to my building, I was waiting near the parking lot. I wanted to look like a proper bomb, like a total slut without an ounce of shame. I wore a black mini skirt sitting just above my knees, and this thin white sleeveless crop top, which perfectly exposed my creamy, freshly shaved armpits. I knew my nipples were already hard and poking over the top of my thin, lacy black bra, yum!

When I tried getting into the cab, the door was not fully open because of a parked bike next to it. I had to move my legs a little wider to step in, and I knew he got a quick, deliberate flash of my black lace thong.

The moment I got in and the door closed, the tension started rising. The hotel he booked was around 30 minutes away in the evening traffic. We looked at each other like two sex-hungry animals. We both knew exactly what was coming. Since we had some time to kill, he decided to tease me and make me wet before even reaching our destination.

He took the opportunity and started squeezing my tits from behind his laptop bag so that the driver would not notice in the rearview mirror. He kept squeezing those firm tits that felt so good, kneading them like stress balls. He started focusing on my nipples, rolling and pinching them right through my top. I had to bite my lip to suppress a moan. He was only playing with my left tit since the driver couldn’t notice that side.

Meanwhile, my hand was resting heavily over his crotch. I kept squeezing and rubbing my hand over his growing bulge. Damn, that felt so good and dominating.

"Fuck… you’re so hard already," I whispered, all breathy.

"Been hard since we were having coffee," he grunted back.

By the time the cab reached the hotel lobby, we were both breathing so heavily, like we were doing some heavy workout. We walked together to the reception and completed the check-in process. The receptionist handed us the key card to our room, which was up on the fifth floor.

The hotel corridors looked almost empty. We got into the lift, and while the doors closed, he just quickly moved his hands behind my back. He boldly lifted my skirt while I stood completely still. He moved his warm hands directly over my bare ass cheeks and kept squeezing them till the lift dinged at the 5th floor.

We entered the room, but we didn’t rush straight to the bed. We decided to chit-chat for some time to build the anticipation. We ordered some food, ate a quick bite, and relaxed a bit. He asked me some seriously naughty questions.

"Tell me exactly how you like your nipples played with," he asked, his eyes locked on mine. "Soft, rough, sucked, licked? What turns you on more, me being gentle and sensual, or a bit dominant and completely in control?" All this while his dark eyes were fixated on my juicy lips.

After some time had passed, he asked me to stand up. I knew I looked hot like a goddess that day. Without wasting another second, he grabbed my waist and pushed me back against the wall. His mouth crashed into mine right away. We were kissing like wild, starving maniacs. It was intense, deeply arousing, and incredibly long.

Our tongues slid deep into each other's mouths, licking greedily, lots of spit mixing. My saliva still tasted faintly like the coffee we had, mixed with my cherry lip gloss. Spit started dripping from the corner of my mouth all the way down to my chin as we made out. He started licking it slowly, then sucked on my tongue again, pulling it firmly into his mouth. I started moaning loudly into the kiss, aggressively rubbing my lips all over his face. His jaw and cheeks were now all wet with my thick saliva.

At that moment, I knew I was a wild, sex-hungry bitch who had waited way too long for this. We kept kissing, slow and deep, then fast and wonderfully sloppy. He’d pull back just a little so a thick string of spit still connected our lips, then dive right back in. My hands were tangled in his hair, while he squeezed my waist and moved up to grab my tits aggressively over the crop top.

He finally pulled away from my mouth and went straight for my neck. He started rolling his hot lips all around my skin, licking it like a hungry kid. I was wearing this seductive, musky perfume that day, and that scent mixed with my nervous sweat was driving him absolutely crazy. He started licking the salty sweat off me, slowly. Drop by drop, his tongue moved across my hot skin, tasting how worked up I already was.

He lifted my arm and buried his face right in my smooth armpit. It was freshly shaved and inviting, slightly damp from the journey. He licked it with long, slow strokes—salty, musky, and so fucking intimate. He kept on lapping at my armpits, moving from one to the other. The area was soon completely wet and messy with his saliva.

"Yeah… you little dirty boy, clean it," I gasped. "Lick it like you’re starving. You would have never tasted something this good."

While he kept worshiping my underarms, I started rubbing my thigh vigorously over his bulge. I was grinding to and fro, and his dick was literally radiating heat against my leg.

He stopped licking my underarms and dropped to his knees right in front of me, forcefully pulling my short black skirt all the way up to my waist. I looked so incredibly hot. He could clearly see my black lace thong was already soaked with my juices.

He bypassed the panty for a moment and kissed the soft skin on the inside of my thighs. My thighs were perfect—not too thick, but plush. He started slowly biting into the flesh. "Haa!" I let out a sharp moan, which drove him even crazier. He bit harder, strong enough this time to leave a faint, reddish bite mark on my buttery skin. As he did that, I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled hard. I told him to keep doing it until he was satisfied.

I spread my legs wider for him. He could see my wetness literally dripping down my inner thigh. He licked every single drop up slowly, tasting my essence. He kept on lapping at my thighs until the skin was slick. I was breathing so fast now.

"Stop teasing me… please…" I begged.

"No bitch, I’m going to tease you even more now," he growled against my leg. "You belong to me now, I own every part of this body. Let me explore every bit of it. I want to hear you moan like a whore all day."

He stood up just enough to pick me up and lay me flat on the bed. Then, he leaned over and started circling his tongue around my belly button—something I never expected. I was laughing and moaning at the same time because of the intense tickling sensation. He kept doing it, aggressively pushing his tongue with more force into my navel.

"You bastard! I never imagined this. Your tongue is just crazy," I gasped, writhing.

"Really? Thanks! Anyway, this is just the beginning," he smirked.

Finally, he gripped my black thong and pulled it completely aside. My pussy was damn perfect—like a warm, soft, cut mango, so fucking juicy and inviting. My clit was swollen and shiny with my own arousal. He lowered his head and licked me slowly, dragging his tongue from the very bottom all the way up to the top of my slit, spreading his tongue out wide.

Then, he sucked my clit hard into his mouth. It tasted a bit salty and deeply musky. "Oh yes! Like that… suck it… fuck…" I arched my back off the mattress.

He kept eating me out like a man starved for days. He pushed his stiff tongue deep inside my wet hole, literally fucking me with it, in and out. Then he used his thumbs to spread my outer lips wide and licked absolutely everywhere.

I was dripping so much that my juices were smeared all over his chin and cheeks. He slid two thick fingers inside me, then quickly added a third. He curled them fast, repeatedly rubbing that rough, sensitive spot inside me. My hips started bucking uncontrollably against his face.

"Don’t stop… I’m going to squirt… oh god…" I screamed.

He pressed his fingers harder inside me and sucked my clit violently at the same time. I came so incredibly hard, my whole body shaking. Hot, clear liquid forcefully sprayed out, covering his face and neck, totally soaking the collar of his t-shirt. My legs were trembling so badly that he had to physically hold my thighs tight to keep me steady. I was moaning loudly with raw pleasure, his head squeezed tightly between my slick thighs.

That musky aroma of my squirt mixed with my natural juices hit him differently. He didn’t want to move his face away from my pussy at all. He kept lapping at me softly until I finally reached down and pushed his head away gently.

"Fuck…" I said, panting hard. "Now it’s your turn. I need your cock in my mouth right now."

I scrambled onto my knees fast, grabbed the waistband of his jeans and boxers, and yanked them down in one swift motion. His heavy dick jumped out, already slick and leaking pre-cum.

I gathered saliva in my mouth and spat on it—a thick, messy glob—then took his hot length deep into my mouth. I gagged a little at first, my eyes watering instantly, but I kept pushing down until my nose was pressing against his stomach.

"Fuck my throat… please… choke me with it," I mumbled against his shaft, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair tight and started aggressively fucking my mouth. I was in an absolute dream world. This was all I had craved for months: his thick dick stretching my juicy lips. He started slowly in the beginning, just sliding in and out to feel every bit of my wet throat. He would leave his dick buried deep for a minute and then pull out painfully slow. He was looking directly into my eyes the whole time—my eyes completely filled with lust and raw need.

Then he slowly increased the pace, getting significantly rougher. He held the back of my head firmly, forcing himself deeper inside my warm, slick throat. I was making loud, wet, sloppy sounds.

My thick spit, completely mixed with his sticky pre-cum, started pouring freely out the sides of my mouth. It ran all over my face, dripping heavily down my chin and falling right onto my exposed tits. My little white crop top was getting completely ruined and soaked.

My eye makeup was totally smudged, leaving dark mascara streaks running down my flushed cheeks. I looked like a total messy slut… but I knew I looked unbelievably hot like that. My hair was tangled, makeup ruined, spit everywhere. He literally couldn’t stop staring at the filthy mess he was making of me.

He couldn’t hold back his primal urges anymore. He pulled me up roughly and quickly rolled a condom down his throbbing dick. Then he spun me around, forcefully bending me over the edge of the hotel bed with my ass stuck high in the air. Imagine that incredible view for him! My round ass lifted up with my legs spread wide open.

He spat generously onto my pussy again, vigorously rubbing it into my swollen lips with his fingers. Then, he grabbed his cock and pushed it inside me in one agonizingly deep, full stroke.

"Fuuuuck! Yes… you’re so thick… stretch me…" I screamed into the mattress.

He fucked me incredibly hard. Deep, ruthless, rough strokes. His heavy hand came crashing down on my bare ass cheek with loud, echoing slaps, leaving bright red handprints blooming on my skin. I pushed my hips back aggressively against him every single time, greedily meeting his brutal thrusts.

He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back. Leaning over my back, he kissed me fiercely from behind—long, sloppy, desperate kisses, our tongues fighting each other while he kept mercilessly pounding my pussy.

"Harder… fuck me like you hate me…" I cried out, totally lost in the pleasure.

He went even faster. The sound of his balls slapping loudly against my clit filled the silent hotel room. I was clenching my internal muscles around his thick shaft so tightly.

"Cum inside… fill the condom… I wanna feel you throb…" I begged him.

He lost his control completely. He came incredibly hard, groaning loudly from his chest, pumping deep inside while I ruthlessly squeezed him with my contracting pussy. Both of us were violently shaking, completely drenched in a fresh layer of sweat.

With our energy totally spent, we both collapsed onto the messy hotel bed, limbs tangled together in the crumpled white sheets.

After a few minutes of catching my breath, I turned towards his side. I slowly ran my tongue up his chest, licking the salty sweat deliberately off his neck, teasing his skin.

"That was just round one," I told him, smiling with a totally hoarse voice. "Tomorrow, I want much more from you. I need you to use me in every possible way. I don’t even care, even if you cum inside and impregnate me. See, we are still not even fully naked!"

Later that evening, we ordered room service—a large pizza and some cold drinks. We sat there eating half-naked right on the bed, the expensive hotel sheets already horribly stained and messed up. Under the food tray, my bare foot kept deliberately rubbing against his flaccid cock, slowly but surely bringing it right back to life for the next round.

Saturday was definitely going to be one long, beautiful, nasty day.