Office Chronicles III: Closing the HR

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Hey guys! Thank you so much for your response to my last two stories. I know it has been a while, but here I am, with the third installment of office chronicles. In this story, I’m going to tell you about Malini, the HR manager in my company that I recently befriended, whilst sticking it to Garima, literally and figuratively, of course.

Malini and I got along effortlessly, ever since the first time we met and I knew I could have some fun with her. I was headed for the door anyway, despite the promotion I got, because I knew I wanted more for myself, much like everyone else. As a matter of fact, Soniya and I had been planning this for a while and we were lucky enough to make it through to the new firm. The pay was more, the firm was bigger, and the perks were greater than I had thought at the time of applying. I now had my own office and was all set to leave at the end of my notice period.

On one of these days, I saw the HR department completely laden with flowers, ribbons and balloons. There were thank you notes with Malini’s face on them. Confused, I called Malini and asked her if she was leaving.

“Hey, Mal. You’re walking?”
“Walking?”
“Yeah, I saw your department and the way they’d dressed it up. So, tell me, are you walking away?”
“God damn it, K. Don’t make it sound like I’m breaking up with you.”

“Anyway, where to now?”
“I’ll tell you when I’m done with all the paperwork.”
“Okay. Is your department taking you out today?”
“No, we’d gone yesterday.”
“How about we go out today?”
“We, who’s we?”

“Who do you want?”
“Not anyone in particular.”
“Me neither. So, I’ll see you in the lobby at 8? We can decide the place later.”
“Done.”

After that I went back to work, and I got a call from Malini at 7:50 to check if I was done. I was, actually, since I had started the day early. So, I just went and told Soniya I was leaving and I’ll see her the next morning and packed up. She was at the lobby waiting for me. Until that moment, I did want her, but that night, I felt a desperation. I walked up to her and asked her.

“Where do you want to go?”
“I don’t really know. Where would you like to take me?”
“Come to think of it, how hungry are you?”
“My appetite kicks in at around 9:30, usually.”
“Oh, then I know just the thing. I’ll bring my car out front for you.”

I said and went to the parking lot, tossed my stuff on the back seat and drove to the front door. She got in the car and we drove away.

“Do you like French food?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Great, then. You’re in for a surprise.”

I got off at the Big Basket store in the neighborhood to pick up a few things and then drove straight to my home.

“K, this doesn’t look like a restaurant.”
“It isn’t.”
“So, where are we?”
“My place.”
“Are we ordering in?”
“Wrong, I’m cooking you dinner.”
“You cook?”
“Well, welcome to Krish’s kitchen!”

We went upstairs to my apartment, which was on the top floor. It was a studio that my brother and I had modelled. I sat her down and brought her a glass of wine.

“Wow, this is a sweet place, dude.”
“Yeah, I designed and painted it with my brother.”
“Cool. It’s actually really swanky. You must have great taste.”
“Thank you.”

I got to work in the kitchen and she was sitting on the counter-stool. It took me almost an hour to finish and serve her.

“K, this is the best meal I’ve had in a long time.”
“You’re welcome!”
“I think I’ve got something for you.” she said and reached for my cheek.

Her soft lips touched my skin and it was more than a friendly peck. It felt like an invitation to me. I hugged her gently and let her go as I cleaned up. She said she wanted to help, and walked into my kitchen. I was about to give her an apron, but before that, she spilled some soup on her shirt. I asked her to go in my bedroom and clean herself up. She went in, and I got back to cleaning up the dining table and the kitchen. Round about when I was done, came a voice from the bedroom.

“K, my shirt is done, I can’t wear it unless I wash it.”
“Okay, then toss it in the washing machine in the bathroom outside.”

“But what do I wear till the time?”
“Open the second draw on my dresser, pull out a t-shirt, and wear it till your laundry is done.”
“Fine, I guess.”

She walked out in a ghastly orange t-shirt that I was going to throw out anyway. But I didn’t say a word and just walked out of the kitchen. She walked out to the balcony. I thought now would be a good time to pour her a drink or two and just loosen her up a little. so I walked out to the balcony with my whiskey cart and started pouring her a drink, and me. I walked up to her, tapped her on the shoulder and offered her the drink.

“Right now?”
“Yeah.”
She grabbed the glass, after which I lit a cigarette. She pulled one for herself and I lit it for her too.
“So, where to now?”
“Here. Bombay.”

“I mean where are you going to be working?”
“The company where we all want to go.”

“Okay. That’s fair. Everyone thinks they deserve better.” I probably knew which company she was indicating, but I chose to condescend instead. We kept conversing for a while, and all this time, she kept looking right at me. That, for me was a first. The feeling that she wanted me kept getting stronger and stronger, and I kept forcing my way through her guard.

Before I could realize, our faces were really close to each other. I put my hand around her waist and looked her in the eye for a few seconds, and before I could make a move, she came closer and pursed my lips with hers. I turned her around and we started kissing each other like maniacs. I reached for her ass and picked her up in my arms as I held her against the wall, sucking both her lips with passion. She was pushing her tongue out, thanks to my hand on her neck, which was choking her gently, and I started sucking her tongue.

She was moaning and seemed to enjoy every second of this. We separated and I could hear her panting. I then went for her neck and started kissing her again, I traced the length of her neck with my tongue, planting kisses along the way towards her ear before sucking her earlobes. Her moans were long and inviting. I kept working my way inside her clothes with my hands as she was grinding on my crotch while pinned against the wall.

I started lifting the t-shirt to bare her tits. She got the cue and took it off herself. She had a lacy brown bra on. Those tits looked like they had practically been sculpted: inch-perfect in shape and size with smooth skin on it. I couldn’t hold back when I saw those melons and buried my face in there. She let out a small grunt as I bit her there. She pulled my face up, kissed me, and said,

“Was this the surprise?”
“Well, there’s more inside.” I said and carried her to the bedroom.

Once we went in, she got off me and pushed me on the bed. She started taking my clothes off one by one and didn’t even care if I lost a few buttons on my shirt in the process. Once she pulled my pants and my underwear off me, my dick seemed to have risen to the occasion where I was going to fuck this amazing piece of art. She kept going down on me, tracing each and every inch of my body, till she reached my cock.

She gobbled it up almost instantaneously and was bobbing on it like crazy. She would, at times, take my balls in her mouth and stroke my dick, or she’d just lick the dickhead and suck on it. I was so turned on by her blowjob that I flipped her over in a 69 position.

Her panties were soaked and I could see a small bush on top of her cunt. She looked just perfect in that. I slid her panty to the side and ran my tongue on her slit. She squirmed and let out a really seductive moan. I started eating her, breaking through her pussy lips, little by little till I could go as deep into her cunt as possible.

The taste and tenderness of her pussy lips and her clit was amazing, and every time I went deep, she’d start going bonkers on my dick and sucking it like crazy. After a few minutes, I could feel her stiffen up, and out came a burst of Malini’s juices and I cleaned her up completely.

I could see that she was exhausted. So, I lay her down and kept kissing her all over her body. I was tracing her spine with my tongue and when I reached the back of her neck, her body began to tremble. My dick was on her ass crack and I was gently, but firmly, rubbing my cock against it. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it and reached backwards for my lips. I must confess, it was one of the sexiest kisses I had ever had. I knew it was time, so I grabbed my dick, found her slit from the back and gently slid into her, only so much that the head was inside her.

During this time, I wanted to see the look on her face, so I held her neck and turned her face towards me. She left out a soft moan when she felt me inside her. I kept looking her in the eye, and sensed anticipation in it, and without batting an eyelid, thrusted half the length of my cock inside her slippery and smooth cunt.

I could imagine that she felt a sharp sense of pain, the way she arched back and let out a loud moan. I pulled out, and gave her one more thrust, this time going all the way in, and she couldn’t control herself. She again reached for my lips and started kissing me, in the process, biting my lips hard. I responded by pulling her neck back and kissing her hard.

“Mal, you’re one hell of a woman.”
”Krish, I want all of you, right now.” And that was that. I lost my shit and started fucking her mercilessly. I could hear the slippery sounds her cunt made every time I pulled back and slammed my cock back in. Her juicy ass jiggled when my balls made contact with it. She took everything I was giving her with loud moans and swears and kept asking for more. I went at it with force and verve and I could feel her pussy gripping me tight.

She was moaning louder, arching back and was holding on to the sheets tight. I reached forward for her lips and kept banging her till she suddenly dropped dead on the bed. I quickly got off her and went down to get more of her juices. Her juicy cunt tasted amazing. She got back up, pushed me down and mounted my dick. I wanted to enjoy every moment of this, so I reached for her back of her head, grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her sharply towards me.

“Mal, I want you to keep looking me in the eye as you ride me.”
She started riding me like a pro and would hold her hair up behind her head, and sometimes play with her boobs as her sumptuous ass would keep bouncing on me. I had a feeling that I was close, but a man learns how to hold his load over time. I pulled her close, this time by her nipples, held her hands behind her back, and fucked her from below while sucking on those soft melons. She kept calling my name and after a few minutes, collapsed on me. I still kept stroking her gently, kissing her body so she could regroup.

Soon as she did, I picked her up in my arms with my dick still inside her and held her against the bedpost. It was amazing how flexible she was. At one point, one of her feet was on the ground and she was resting the other on my shoulder as I was pounding her in a standing position. I then picked her up and held her against the closet door and kept banging her with all my strength.
“Cum for me Krish. Come on!”
“Yeah, baby. Get some, aah!”

“Krish, aah! I’m almost there. Keep going, keep going. Yes! Keep going Krish.”

We both had reached the end and were moaning out loud. Streams of body fluids flowed from my dick and her twat, mixed with each other and draining out of her cunt along the sides of my shaft, all the way to my balls. I was jeered and her face had the look of satisfaction on it. She collapsed on my chest, with her arms around my neck. I picked her up like that and put her on the bed gently. I then picked up my pack of cigarettes and lit one. We were both smoking of the same butt and I looked at her.
“That was amazing, K!”

“You were amazing, Mal. Are you safe or should I get you a pill?”
“Don’t worry about it. I have some at home.”
“Well, it is Friday night, you are unemployed at the moment, I can’t imagine you have too many plans?”

“I did have a few. But all that can wait.”
“So, if you’re going where I think you’re going, I’ll see you at work on Monday.”
“What?”

“Oh, haven’t you heard? Today was my last day too.”
“God damn it, Krish.” She said, and kissed me once again.
“I brought you here to surprise you. But I must confess, I ended up surprising myself. How about I cook you breakfast tomorrow?”
“As long as we can eat it off each other, why not?”

“French?” I said and kissed her. We cuddled the night away, and I knew I had this one in the bag.

To be continued….

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