30pm ko pahucha maine dekha jijaji aur munna dono ghar par nahi hain maine didi ko pucha woh log kahan hai didi ne bataya ki woh log calcutta gaye hua...hai ab mere dimaag mein ajeeb ajeeb khayal aane lage main soch raha tha aacha moka hai chance lena chahiye maine aur didi ne bahut baatien ki aur baat karte karte khafi dair ho gayee maine didi se pucha kahan sona hai didi ne kaha mere pass soh jaa muje mauka mil gayaa main didi ke paas so gayaa aur sochane laga kaise start karu tabhi didi ko. Leaning close, he inhaled her musk, smiling at the slight tang of oranges that accompanied it. It was all he could do not to press his face into the hole and lap at her."Your cunt is beautiful." He breathed, blowing warm air against it. He loved her reaction as she pressed herself against the cut-out with a lingering moan of need."It’s all yours, Jason. Please, I don’t think I can take being teased right now." Her voice was muffled by the barrier between them. Still, he detected a hint of. We all sat in an overly air-conditioned ballroom looking at PowerPoint presentations that told us nothing more than the press release to the investors the company released earlier that day. For all the talk about company spirit and can-do attitude, this was another mediocre quarter dressed up as long-term market building.I was bullshitting with some other department heads afterward when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I mentally composed myself to face the coworker who avoided me in Portland and I. Moaning, I closed my eyes. One finger pushed against my asshole. Tenderly probing, lubricated by my wetness it slid in easily. He fucked me with it for some time, widened me, before a second finger followed. “One more”, he panted. “One more, before you get the real thing.”“Please...”, I begged, wanting it. The third finger widened me even more, it felt good, him moving inside me. I arched my back, pressed me against him, again and again.“Now”, his voice was a whisper. One last time he stroked.