Curvy junior fucked by big dick senior
This is a real story, and I have changed the names for privacy concerns. I am Sarvesh, a 27-year-old, 6 ft 1 in guy with an average build working in IT in Chennai. This is a story about hooking up with my coworker. There’s Shreya, a fair-looking 25-year-old woman from Gujarat who works as a junior in my department. She had long black hair and was fit, as she went to the gym regularly, which kept her well. She was pear-shaped, so you can imagine how thick she is. She was the center of attention in our bay, as all the men were trying to build a conversation with her. She wore tight outfits that complemented her fit, curvy body. She was curvy, not fat, and just perfect. Her bust was medium-sized, and she sometimes wore tight shirts to make it look very good. There were times she had seen me helping other juniors and educating them, standing up for them whenever I could. She was heavily impressed by it. One fine day, we were working late, and she came over to my desk with a cup of coffee. Shreya: “Burning the midnight oil, Sarvesh?” she asked, sipping from her coffee mug as she looked at me. Sarvesh: “Hey! Yeah, just finishing up some work stuff. And how have you been?” Shreya: She nodded as she sipped her coffee, then placed the mug on the desk and sat near me on the bean bag. “I wish you were my senior. You always tend to help your juniors, and I’m jealous seeing them be comfortable and have fun with you.” I laughed as I finished up my work. We both slowly started to bond over our common interests: our love for hard rock, watching Stranger Things and Supernatural, and so on. But as we talked, we noticed it had started to rain outside. Shreya: “Oh no! No way I’m walking to the metro in that rain. This is bad,” she said, shrugging in disappointment as she looked outside while I was packing. Sarvesh: “Hey! My place is at a walkable distance. We could try to outrun the rain to my house, and you can hang out at my place until it stops,” I told her, hoping she’d agree while trying to look carefree. Shreya: “Fine by me! Thanks a ton. No idea what I’ll do until the rain ends here!” she smiled as she got up to grab her already packed bag and walked toward me. We then walked down to see the rain and frantically started to run, covering our bags. I was running while holding her hand, and we were soon drenched. I was soaked, and so was she, but I could see her tight shirt and pants now soaked. I had a better view of her goddess-like body and her lovely bust. I could see the outline of her underwear, and instinctively, I came closer, hovering my hand over her shoulder to cover her as we headed to my home on the late-night roads. Once we reached there, I ran to grab a towel and handed her my gym trousers and a Dragon Ball T-shirt. She thanked me, looking a bit shy and nervous in her wet clothes. I was careful not to stare at her body and to maintain eye contact. She went into my room to change, and I heard my hair dryer running as she dried her hair. I slowly started to unbutton my shirt and threw it into the laundry basket. Suddenly, she came out of my room, beautiful in my shorts and T-shirt, and walked toward me. I was half-naked, my chest moving up and down as I took deep breaths. She hesitated but then slowly started to rub the towel on my body, drying me off. I just stood there, looking down at her. She was wearing my tight shirt, and I could see her nipples getting hard against the cotton. Her curves were irresistible, and her hot breath was against my chest skin as she looked up at me with wet hair, her fingertips running along my naked skin. I knew this was my chance. I slowly placed my hands on her lower back, feeling her body for the first time. She came closer, looking up at my eyes and down at my lips. The tension was so hot, and I just slowly went in for a gentle yet deep kiss as I soothingly rubbed her back. We continued to kiss as she slowly started to suck on my tongue and taste it. I was busy tasting her lips while running my hands along her back as she slowly started to rub her body against mine. There was so much heat as I felt her boobs rub against my chest. Slowly, I slid my hand into her top, and she gently moaned as I felt her warm skin with my fingers. I lifted her top and slid the shirt away. She didn’t resist. She leaned back against the wall, looking away as she started to moan my name faintly. I slowly pushed her onto the spacious couch and pulled her closer as I started to lick and suck on her nape. She started to whimper and struggle, taking deep breaths as she felt my lips on her skin. I slowly went down to her chest, gently biting on her tits. I started to massage them, grabbing and squeezing them gently as I looked up at her moaning and struggling under my hands. Shreya: “Aahhh… Mm… Sarvesh… please, I’m too sensitive. Please make me behave like a good girl.” Sarvesh: “Oh? I think you need to be disciplined. You need to earn the right to be called a ‘good girl.’ Got it?” Shreya: “Yes, daddy… please use me,” she said, slowly spreading her legs, her shorts still on, as she started to play with her tits while looking up at me. Sarvesh: “Oh fuck, that’s so hot. Why don’t you get on your fucking knees and show me how bad you want to serve and suck on my fat cock?” I slowly walked back to the center of the room, looking at her as I stood there with a hard boner in my pants, half-naked. Shreya: “Yes, daddy…” She slowly got onto her knees as she gently unzipped my pants. She could already see my thick, fat bulge as she slowly pulled them down, along with my shorts. My thick, fat, uncut, dark-skinned 6.7-inch cock sprang out before her face. She instantly started to whimper and lick my cock right there as I gently patted and rubbed her head. She was licking it like candy, looking up at me as I spit on my cock right in front of her.