My name is Rohan. I am 27 years old and work in a private firm in Noida. In my team there is a colleague named Priya. She is 30, married, and has been working with us for two years. She is fair, soft-spoken, and has a full attractive body – heavy round breasts that look good in formal shirts, slim waist, wide hips and a big, firm ass that moves when she walks in her pencil skirts or trousers. She keeps her hair neat and always smells of light perfume.
We used to talk only about work. But over time the talks became longer. She would stay back sometimes to finish reports and I would also stay. The way she looked at me while discussing files, the way she leaned a little closer, started making me feel things I should not feel for a married colleague.
One Thursday most of the office left early. It was past 7:45 and only a few lights were on. Priya came to my desk with a folder.
“Rohan, yeh final report check kar lo. Main bhejni hai,” she said.
I checked it. She stood beside my chair. I could smell her perfume. When she bent a little to point something on the screen, her shirt opened slightly and I saw the soft upper curve of her breasts.
She noticed me looking and did not move away immediately. She smiled a little.
“Rohan… tu bahut dekh raha hai aaj,” she said softly.
My face felt warm. “Priya… sorry.”
She pulled a chair and sat close. “Sorry mat bol. Main bhi dekh rahi hoon.”
I turned towards her. Our faces were close. I could see her soft lips and the way her breathing had changed. I leaned in and kissed her. She opened her mouth after a second. The kiss became deep. Her soft lips and tongue moved against mine. I put my hand on her waist and felt the softness under her shirt.
She broke the kiss and looked at me with dark eyes. “Rohan… yeh galat hai. Main shaadi-shuda hoon. Aur hum colleagues hain.”
“Main jaanta hoon,” I said, my voice rough. “Par main ruk nahi pa raha.”
She stared at me for a long moment. Then she stood up, walked to the cabin door, locked it, and came back. She pulled me up and kissed me harder. My hands went to her shirt. I opened the buttons one by one. Her black bra was full and tight. I unhooked it. Her heavy soft breasts spilled out, dark nipples already hard. I leaned down and took one into my mouth. She arched her back and held my head. I sucked hard, then switched to the other side while my hand went under her skirt. She was wearing stockings. I pulled them down along with her panties. She was already wet.
I lifted her and made her sit on the edge of my desk. She spread her legs. I opened my trousers and pushed them down. My cock sprang out hard and thick. She looked at it, then wrapped her soft hand around it and stroked slowly.
“Itna hard… aur mota,” she said in a low voice.
I rubbed the head of my cock against her wet pussy and then pushed in slowly. She was tight. Her pussy gripped me as I went deeper until I was fully inside. She dug her nails into my shoulders and moaned.
I started fucking her with deep strokes right there on the desk. Her heavy breasts bounced with every thrust. I sucked them while pounding her. The desk shook a little. The wet sound of our bodies filled the quiet office.
After some time I pulled out and turned her around. She bent over the desk, her big ass pushed out towards me. I entered her from behind in one hard thrust. She cried out and gripped the edge of the desk. I held her hips and started fucking her harder. The sight of her big soft ass jiggling, her pussy stretched around my cock, made me lose control. I reached under and rubbed her clit. She came hard, her whole body shaking and her pussy clenching tightly around me.
I did not stop. I kept pounding her through the orgasm. When I felt myself close I pulled out, turned her around and pushed my cock into her mouth. She took it greedily, sucking and licking her own juices off my shaft. She went deep, gagged a little, pulled back and did it again. I held her hair and fucked her mouth until I was about to cum. Then I pulled out and pushed back inside her pussy. I thrust deep and came hard, filling her with thick hot cum.
We stayed like that for a minute, breathing heavily. Then she slowly stood up and started putting her clothes back on. Her face was flushed.
“Rohan… yeh sirf aaj ki baat thi. Kal se office mein normal,” she said while buttoning her shirt.
I pulled her close and kissed her again. “Priya, ab normal nahi ho sakta.”
She did not reply. She just looked at me for a long moment and then left the cabin.
The next day in office she worked as if nothing had happened. But when the evening came and most people had left, she came to my desk, closed the cabin door, locked it, and without saying a word went down on her knees. She opened my trousers, took my cock out, and started sucking me. Soft, slow, deep. She looked up into my eyes while taking me into her throat. I held her hair and fucked her mouth until I came. She swallowed everything, stood up, wiped her lips, and said, “Ab report bhej dete hain.”
That became our routine. Whenever the office was empty or late, she would come to my cabin or I would go to hers. Sometimes I fucked her on the desk. Sometimes against the wall. Sometimes she sat on the chair and rode me while I sucked her heavy breasts.
One evening she came wearing a tight red shirt. She locked the door, removed her panties, and climbed on my lap facing me. She pulled my cock out, stroked it, and slowly sat down on it. She rode me slowly at first, her heavy breasts moving in front of my face. I opened her shirt and sucked the nipples hard while she moved. Then she increased the speed. The wet sound of her pussy sliding up and down my cock filled the cabin. She came hard, biting her lip. I held her hips and thrust up, filling her again.
Another evening I made her bend over the small meeting table. I fucked her hard from behind while spanking her ass lightly. She came twice before I filled her.
Now it has been four months. Her husband still does not know. Every time she walks into the office in front of everyone and starts discussing work, my cock gets hard remembering how she looks when she is bent over the desk with my cock deep inside her.
Last Friday she stayed back after everyone left. She locked the cabin, removed all her clothes, and lay down on the desk completely naked. She spread her legs and said, “Aaj time hai. Jo marzi karo.”
I spent the next two hours doing exactly that. I licked her pussy until she came on my tongue. I fucked her in missionary, doggy, and with her legs on my shoulders. I came inside her twice and once in her mouth. When she finally got dressed her legs were slightly shaking and there was a satisfied smile on her face.
Priya is still my colleague. She still talks about deadlines and reports in front of the team. But every time she leans over my desk to show something and her shirt opens a little, I know that later that same evening her tight married pussy will again be wrapped around my cock.
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We used to talk only about work. But over time the talks became longer. She would stay back sometimes to finish reports and I would also stay. The way she looked at me while discussing files, the way she leaned a little closer, started making me feel things I should not feel for a married colleague.
One Thursday most of the office left early. It was past 7:45 and only a few lights were on. Priya came to my desk with a folder.
“Rohan, yeh final report check kar lo. Main bhejni hai,” she said.
I checked it. She stood beside my chair. I could smell her perfume. When she bent a little to point something on the screen, her shirt opened slightly and I saw the soft upper curve of her breasts.
She noticed me looking and did not move away immediately. She smiled a little.
“Rohan… tu bahut dekh raha hai aaj,” she said softly.
My face felt warm. “Priya… sorry.”
She pulled a chair and sat close. “Sorry mat bol. Main bhi dekh rahi hoon.”
I turned towards her. Our faces were close. I could see her soft lips and the way her breathing had changed. I leaned in and kissed her. She opened her mouth after a second. The kiss became deep. Her soft lips and tongue moved against mine. I put my hand on her waist and felt the softness under her shirt.
She broke the kiss and looked at me with dark eyes. “Rohan… yeh galat hai. Main shaadi-shuda hoon. Aur hum colleagues hain.”
“Main jaanta hoon,” I said, my voice rough. “Par main ruk nahi pa raha.”
She stared at me for a long moment. Then she stood up, walked to the cabin door, locked it, and came back. She pulled me up and kissed me harder. My hands went to her shirt. I opened the buttons one by one. Her black bra was full and tight. I unhooked it. Her heavy soft breasts spilled out, dark nipples already hard. I leaned down and took one into my mouth. She arched her back and held my head. I sucked hard, then switched to the other side while my hand went under her skirt. She was wearing stockings. I pulled them down along with her panties. She was already wet.
I lifted her and made her sit on the edge of my desk. She spread her legs. I opened my trousers and pushed them down. My cock sprang out hard and thick. She looked at it, then wrapped her soft hand around it and stroked slowly.
“Itna hard… aur mota,” she said in a low voice.
I rubbed the head of my cock against her wet pussy and then pushed in slowly. She was tight. Her pussy gripped me as I went deeper until I was fully inside. She dug her nails into my shoulders and moaned.
I started fucking her with deep strokes right there on the desk. Her heavy breasts bounced with every thrust. I sucked them while pounding her. The desk shook a little. The wet sound of our bodies filled the quiet office.
After some time I pulled out and turned her around. She bent over the desk, her big ass pushed out towards me. I entered her from behind in one hard thrust. She cried out and gripped the edge of the desk. I held her hips and started fucking her harder. The sight of her big soft ass jiggling, her pussy stretched around my cock, made me lose control. I reached under and rubbed her clit. She came hard, her whole body shaking and her pussy clenching tightly around me.
I did not stop. I kept pounding her through the orgasm. When I felt myself close I pulled out, turned her around and pushed my cock into her mouth. She took it greedily, sucking and licking her own juices off my shaft. She went deep, gagged a little, pulled back and did it again. I held her hair and fucked her mouth until I was about to cum. Then I pulled out and pushed back inside her pussy. I thrust deep and came hard, filling her with thick hot cum.
We stayed like that for a minute, breathing heavily. Then she slowly stood up and started putting her clothes back on. Her face was flushed.
“Rohan… yeh sirf aaj ki baat thi. Kal se office mein normal,” she said while buttoning her shirt.
I pulled her close and kissed her again. “Priya, ab normal nahi ho sakta.”
She did not reply. She just looked at me for a long moment and then left the cabin.
The next day in office she worked as if nothing had happened. But when the evening came and most people had left, she came to my desk, closed the cabin door, locked it, and without saying a word went down on her knees. She opened my trousers, took my cock out, and started sucking me. Soft, slow, deep. She looked up into my eyes while taking me into her throat. I held her hair and fucked her mouth until I came. She swallowed everything, stood up, wiped her lips, and said, “Ab report bhej dete hain.”
That became our routine. Whenever the office was empty or late, she would come to my cabin or I would go to hers. Sometimes I fucked her on the desk. Sometimes against the wall. Sometimes she sat on the chair and rode me while I sucked her heavy breasts.
One evening she came wearing a tight red shirt. She locked the door, removed her panties, and climbed on my lap facing me. She pulled my cock out, stroked it, and slowly sat down on it. She rode me slowly at first, her heavy breasts moving in front of my face. I opened her shirt and sucked the nipples hard while she moved. Then she increased the speed. The wet sound of her pussy sliding up and down my cock filled the cabin. She came hard, biting her lip. I held her hips and thrust up, filling her again.
Another evening I made her bend over the small meeting table. I fucked her hard from behind while spanking her ass lightly. She came twice before I filled her.
Now it has been four months. Her husband still does not know. Every time she walks into the office in front of everyone and starts discussing work, my cock gets hard remembering how she looks when she is bent over the desk with my cock deep inside her.
Last Friday she stayed back after everyone left. She locked the cabin, removed all her clothes, and lay down on the desk completely naked. She spread her legs and said, “Aaj time hai. Jo marzi karo.”
I spent the next two hours doing exactly that. I licked her pussy until she came on my tongue. I fucked her in missionary, doggy, and with her legs on my shoulders. I came inside her twice and once in her mouth. When she finally got dressed her legs were slightly shaking and there was a satisfied smile on her face.
Priya is still my colleague. She still talks about deadlines and reports in front of the team. But every time she leans over my desk to show something and her shirt opens a little, I know that later that same evening her tight married pussy will again be wrapped around my cock.
If you liked this hot married office colleague chudai story, leave a comment. Tell me what you want next – more details of a particular evening or what happened when a manager almost walked in. I will write it.