Meera was a hot Indian girl who knew exactly what her body did to men. Thick black hair down to her ass, dark smooth skin, heavy tits that strained every top she wore, and a fat round ass that begged to be grabbed. She worked in the same office building as me, always walking past my desk with that tight skirt riding up her thighs. One Friday night the office was empty. She stayed late on purpose.
I walked over to her desk. "You staying to finish that report or you just teasing me again?"
She looked up, smirked, and spread her legs a little under the desk. "Both. You gonna do something about it or keep staring at my tits?"
I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. She didn't fight it. Her mouth was on mine in seconds, tongue pushing deep while her hand went straight for my cock through my pants. She squeezed hard. "Fuck, you're already stiff. Been thinking about this hot Indian girl all week, haven't you?"
I yanked her skirt up and her panties down in one move. Her pussy was shaved smooth and already wet. Two fingers slid right in. She moaned loud and pushed back on them. "Finger that cunt harder. I like it rough."
She dropped to her knees on the office floor and pulled my cock out. No teasing. She swallowed it straight to the back of her throat, gagging but not stopping. Spit ran down her chin onto her blouse. I fucked her face, holding her head with both hands while she choked and slurped. "That's it, take that dick, you dirty desi slut."
Meera pulled off, strings of spit connecting her lips to my cock. "Fuck me on the desk. Right now."
I bent her over the desk, kicked her legs apart, and slammed into her pussy from behind. She was tight and hot inside. Every thrust made her ass ripple. She reached back and spread her cheeks so I could watch my cock disappear into her. "Harder. Pound this hot Indian pussy. Make it hurt."
I gripped her hips and fucked her like a machine, skin slapping loud in the empty office. Her tits bounced out of her bra and dragged across the papers on the desk. She came fast, pussy clenching and flooding around my cock, but she didn't slow down. "Don't stop. Keep fucking me."
We switched positions. I sat in the office chair and she climbed on top, facing me. She lowered her wet cunt onto my cock and rode it hard, grinding her clit against me with every bounce. Her tits were in my face so I sucked on her dark nipples while she fucked herself.
"You like these big Indian tits? Suck them while I cum on your cock again."
She came a second time, shaking and cursing in Hindi mixed with English. I stood up with her still impaled on me and carried her to the couch in the break room. I laid her down, put her legs over my shoulders, and drove back in deep. The angle let me hit her spot. She clawed my back and begged. "Fill this pussy. Shoot your load in me."
I fucked her through one more orgasm, then pulled out and shot thick ropes across her stomach and tits. She rubbed it into her skin, then licked her fingers clean while looking me in the eye. "We're doing this again tomorrow night. Bring a friend if you want. I can take two cocks easy."
We cleaned up just enough to get dressed. Meera walked out with my cum still drying on her skin under her clothes, already texting me for round two. That hot Indian girl was going to keep my cock busy for a long time.
