Sexy Muslim Girl Fucked - My First Office Fling
Hi guys, I works for an information search process (ISP). My god, that was my first interview and I was a shipwreck. Oh, I almost forget: I’m Neil (name changed) and I happened to study at Ooty during my whole childhood. My boarding prepared and polished me for every aspect of life. Bottom line – I was self-reliant. And my first office fling happens to be a beautiful Muslim woman who was a year older to me. Let’s call her Zee. Our interview wasn’t at the same time and hence we were in two different processes. But thanks to the cab services, I got to meet Zee. My God! Let me tell you guys, despite being in those ethnic wear, she was a beautiful sex bomb. To describe her: she was around 5 ft 3 inches tall, the perfect height to mine (5 ft 6 in). The sizes of her bosom were perfect D, the curves perfect maintained. Well, she was an Arab-return. So I hope that gives you guys a clearer picture. She was graceful, elegant and sexy. It so happened that mine was always the last drop while hers was the first. The pickup vice versa. The training was absolutely dead and not much of talk in our cab journeys. Two months passed and we were assigned to first night shifts. Since my place was horrifically far, many employees preferred not to travel on my route. But Zee kept mum as she was new like me to the corporate world. We kept our voice down and obeyed every instruction. Guys, awfully sorry but let me jump to the time she made her advances. Zee being a sexy bomb was insecure and her confidence and moral were always beaten. She always admired the way I handled diplomacy. Well, when we reach her place for her pick up, she would take forever to board. My patience ran out I gave a good pep talk and she was in tears and that’s when I pulled her number off the roaster and apologized for a week. She finally gave in and accepted my apologies. That then went on and turned us from co-passengers to friends. Our friendship grew stronger. One day, she told me that a few guys on the floor were lattu for her and always help her. Those guys weren’t an issue. But then there was my real villain! Her reporting manager (oh fuck, I forgot his name!)! He was head on heels to get her to bed. Every single hour he checks in on her. He sometimes moves his hands around her shoulders and at times, he gets lucky to brush on her big boobs (oh man! my dick is hard already). We keep hearing some made-up stories of the manager with Zee on the floor. One day, she came to my cubicle and started crying. I, being very humanitarian, had a good one on one with the manager on the floor itself. I made a huge ruckus and defamed him to the core that I was soon issued show-cause notice. Well, after this, she was more open to me and finally proposed me. I had no answer for her. I apologized and asked her to first spend time together and then decide. She jumped in with a yes!! Now she was under my protection at the office and I was kinda like an outlaw by then. We were already traveling together and now we were eating together as well. In the following days, we shared a common locker, where without fail she left me dinner and chocolates for good two years. In our cab journey, we sat next to each other. And after the incident, she could not keep her hands off me. She slowly tried to advance her hands under her stole onto my body and when she saw I was not objecting, she moved to my dick even quicker than I thought! That way, I was getting handjobs from her at least twice a week. When she reaches her home, I make an excuse to drop her or get some water and I rush to get a kiss on my lips for good night. Soon it was her birthday on January 1st. She asked me to take a leave for 3 days which I managed. She booked us a stay at a resort on the outskirts of Hyderabad. I was surprised by her whole planning. She actually told me it’s her party for friends but on arrival I found none! Later she prepared hukkah which I was crazy about. The resort was empty by the 1st and we were the only guests staying inside. Our room was on the top floor, completely private and then her action begins! She got out of the bath in her robe. Her body was shining with water drops skidding through her boobs and legs. She then woke me up from my ‘daydream’ with her wet hair. To my surprise, I realized I had an instant hard-on. She slowly whispered in my ears, “ijjazt hai?” (Do I have your permission?). I was speechless. She smiled and slowly brushed her hand on my dick and made her way to my chest. I was about to witness her wild lust mode. She literally tore my t-shirt, and we went into a tight lip lock. Wow, she was intense and she wouldn’t let go of my lips. Zee slowly moved her hand down my shorts again and this time, she was rubbing harder. She then moved towards my ear and says, “today is the night I am gonna ‘rape’ you!” I still had no words coming out of my mouth. Zee was biting my ears, kissing my neck, then my chest, then on my stomach and finally on my dick. She was a pro in all these foreplay. She moved her tongue up and down, licking my dick like she was experienced. I was in my man mode and I felt heaven. The man in me was waking up, I pulled her by her hair and went for a lip lock. As I was about to open her robe, she pushed me and opened her robe slowly and seductively asking, “How do I look? Do you want this boob or this one? Or you want to head right towards the meal (her pussy)?” Zee’s pink boobs with dark chocolate nipples, fair body with a dark shaded pussy like that of a virgin – wow, I was mesmerized. She crawled towards me, looking at me in my eyes and said, “Fuck me!! Make me a woman!” I picked her up gently and kissed her. Then we moved towards a table where I kissed her deep and long with heavy breaths. Then I went on to her earlobes, bit them hard while she moaned in pain and pleasure.