Desi Sex Stories Our office coffee chats in whispers turned deadly when my boys called the shy girl Blossom “Mrs Sweaty Bosom.”
Blossom is the name of the girl. Bosom means chest, especially of a woman.
At a daring dinner, this kurti-wearing innocent girl vanished. She was replaced by a red dress vixen who rode me like a storm and deep-throated me like a pro. I surely learnt one thing – quiet girls are the ones who have sexy secrets!
It happened in May. I was at the office pantry, with a lukewarm coffee, when my eyes locked onto a random girl.
Silky hair so shiny it probably had its own grooming routine. She’d definitely done one of those blue-tox treatments in the beauty parlour.
She had fair skin glowing like she’d been photoshopped in real life, sleeveless top hugging her curves. I was staring at her with a saluting dick, mouth drooling. I’m building fantasies with her in my head.
Just then, a voice behind me chuckled and whispered, “Bro, your coffee’s getting colder than your chances if you keep staring at that sexy girl like that. And you’re erect in front of everyone. People might object.”
I turned back. The guy was wickedly smiling like he’d caught me stealing some office stationery. I introduced myself.
Me: Sorry, man. I’m Pratty from consulting.
He introduced himself as Neel from Marketing. We shook hands, then he dropped the bomb casually.
Neel: That’s my squeeze that you’re undressing with your eyes. She aced her probation by sleeping with me once weekly. Six-month probation cleared in just one. Best cock sucker in the office!
This girl isn’t Blossom (we’ll get to her in a bit). It was some unknown girl who led me to the most unprofessional, hilarious, and strangely bonding sex maniac group.
Because by the end of the week, our coffee machine place had turned into an unofficial boys-only club. Two more guys, Ryan and Hrishi, joined, and suddenly we had a daily stand-up session. We rated girls on a 1-10 scale with bonus points for survival in this corporate jungle.
Some readers might feel this is too much. But let me tell you, there’s a girls’ squad too in every office doing the same thing to guys. Rumours have it that such girl gangs circulate dick pics like trading cards and rate them.
But our grand mission? Score someone from the office. Preferably without HR filing a case on us!
The other three were pros at this art. They were also managing teams. At any point they’d see the team morale going down, they’d put up a requisition with HR for a new hire.
Out of all the applications, they would choose only sexy girls since they would act as eye candy for the team. The boys in the team would have their morale instantly boosted seeing new girls! Existing girls would get new gossip partners. Win-win situation for their entire team.
But more than for the team members, these guys hired such girls to get into their pants themselves! They’re the real winners here. These guys would make cheesy comments to them, invite them for Friday night dinner or weekend outings. Some girls obliged, while some filed for sexual harassment.
Ryan and Neel had two active harassment cases against them, along with a couple of client escalations, and still laughed about it in our meetings like it was some stand-up comedy.
One afternoon, these boys cornered me with some fresh gossip.
Neel: I have some buzzing info. There’s this new girl with thick assets. Totally shy and naive type. Wears kurti, leggings, thick specs, massive handbag. But if you ask her to dinner? She transforms into a different species!
Ryan: They call her MSB.
Me: Where did you even get this info? What the hell does that stand for?
Hrishi: Mrs Sweaty Bosom
We lost it laughing! All nearly spilt their coffee!
Hrishi: (continues) Turns out, this mystery girl supposedly fishes cash out of her bosom. Slightly damp currency, naturally! That’s where maybe she got her name.
So, she had a habit of keeping extra cash or some small papers nestled in between her boobs and bra. So, if she ran out of cash, she’d reach out to that secret and privately intimate compartment.
Me: Guys (pointing across the floor), that’s Blossom from my old company. She recently joined this organisation. We’ve known each other for six years. Whatever you said, all those things closely match her. But I think in no way is she the MSB, or whatever you’re saying. She’s shy, sweet, a bit chubby, and thinks before saying every sentence. Pure cute cinnamon bun!
Neel: Perfect. You know her well, so you’re the insider. Take her to dinner. If she’s not into it, say ‘as a friend.’
Ryan: Yeah! Give this shit that girls often give guys – just as a friend. You try first. If you taste success, we all try with her one by one.
Everyone laughed. I resisted.
Me: She’s not like that. Let’s better leave her alone.
But what could I do? I was heavily persuaded by a gang of certified sex maniacs, of course, a few levels higher than me.
This peer pressure is always a hell of a drug! Perhaps we had this shared goal of an office conquest where we had to score a girl. We all were desperate. So, I caved in!
Blossom sat right next to me. Same old Blossom, long, slightly messy hair and a simple kurti. On the chubby side. I never looked at her in ‘that’ way. I felt like a traitor even thinking about it!
Me: Hey Blossom, how’s onboarding treating you?
Blossom: Boring as watching paint dry, Pratty. Someone needs to build an AI that auto-clicks “Next” for us at every page and completes this online training shit faster!
We chatted about work nonsense. Then I cut to the chase with my heart pounding.
Me: What are you doing this Friday evening?
Her eyebrows shot up. Her eyes popped as she turned towards me.
Blossom: What do you mean?
Me: (hesitant) Nothing! Just hang out! Food, music, chat. No pressure. We’ve done lunch and snacks a million times in our previous office. Just the two of us. Think of it just like that, but with better lighting maybe.
She smiled shyly, tucking her hair behind her ear. Cute!
Blossom: Okay, Pratty. Sounds nice. It’s been boring here anyway. I’ll come with you.
Relief came over me like a cold breeze. The boys gave me thumbs up from across the room like proud jerks.
Friday arrived. She talked to me more cheesily. Wherever we agreed on something, she’d pat my upper thigh. I was half hard at this. Hiding my boner under the desk.
Blossom left early to get ready. I told her it wasn’t necessary. But she insisted that she needed to. As soon as she left, the boys came to wish me all the best.
Ryan: Believe me, based on our intel, she’ll transform inside out and come as a totally different person.
Neel: Pratty bro, rail her hard today! All the best!
I reached and waited for her at the pub she told me to go to. Got myself a mocktail; just then, a sexy, chubby, thick, hot body in a glittery red dress arrived. It was barely covering from her chest till her ass. It was a short strapless dress.
Bouncy hair, no specs, long open legs, cleavage threatening to break out of her clothes with every bounce as if they were jailed. Thin high Stilettos. She ramp walked like it was her own stage. It was Blossom! My jaw hit the floor!
Blossom: Hi, Pratty. This is MSB. Nice to meet you, officially (extended a handshake and winked).
I was speechless. The boys were right. Their intel was golden! God knows where they got that.
She was a regular. The bartender knew her usual drinks order, hence he directly served it. I topped up my mocktail. We even had a couple of starters. We talked office gossip while she downed vodka like it was water.
Then she dragged me to the dance floor. Our bodies pressed close while dancing. By the end, she was completely drunk, leaning on me like I was a lamppost. Then we got in my car.
Blossom: Pratty, that was fun. The night is still young and so are we! After party at my den?
Me: (pretending) Den? Not sure. I’d drop you off at your home.
She didn’t agree and gave me directions to a hotel. Now we’re at its reception.
Blossom: (drunk talk with the reception guy) Hey, give me the keys to my den!
Reception guy: New customer, ma’am?
I almost got into a fist fight with him for calling me a ‘customer’. She pulled me back, stopping me.
Blossom: Pratty, don’t. I’ll explain later.
Then we took the keys and went into the lift. The room had a sinful vibe with coloured LEDs lighting, mostly pink and blue. Fresh linen and timed scent sprays.
We closed the door. She kissed me like the world was ending. Clothes flew off. Her dress was as if painted on her. I tried to pull it out, but it wouldn’t come off. Then she just raised her left hand, and there was a zip.
I unzipped it and pulled it down. Her thick tits sprang out freely as if gravity just acted upon them now. No bra and a tiny G-string panty that she made me sniff by shoving it at my nose, laughing drunk. I barely survived that. She pushed me on the bed.
Blossom: (still drunk) I’m making you feel like a king tonight!
I was resting my back on the backrest, my legs straight. And holy hell, she did deliver the best blowjob! It was an Olympic-level event – sloppy, enthusiastic, whatnot. It felt like a good half an hour.
She once pulled back for air, gasping, only to swirl her tongue around the sensitive tip. She let out a lot of drool as she opened her mouth. Then she went down again, sucking hard as if she was trying to drain my soul through my dick.
I came, but she didn’t stop there. She might’ve gotten jaw cramps. But she continued. There was no unnecessary stroking, just wet sucking, tongue swirling, moaning, and occasional eye contact.
I saw the stars. Not once, but twice! She swallowed all my load like a champ, then collapsed on me, panting!
Blossom: Your turn to make me feel like a queen. Doesn’t matter if you don’t last long, but how you do the rest of the thing is very important.
I was leaning on the backrest; she leaned on my torso. I started with fingering along with some boob play. She was moaning. She came hard, then squirted like a fast open tap. My hand was soaked in her juice.
Blossom: Let me see your hand.
I showed it. She inspected it with a wicked smile. Something was cooking in her head.
Blossom: Now lick this clean.
I licked it off my fingers. It was bitter and tangy. Memorable and addictive.
Blossom: How do I taste?
Me: You taste awesome. I loved it.
Blossom: Want more, pratty? Will you eat my pussy?
I just shook my head, saying yes, smiling like the maniac I always am! That’s totally my thing! She sat on my face like it was a saddle and rode my face until she was done. I swallowed everything.
Her cum was smeared around my lips. She giggled, clicked a picture and showed it to me. We saw it and laughed like idiots.
I took a condom that I kept in my wallet. She snatched it and threw it away. Then she came really close to my face.
Blossom: This is for strangers. We know each other. Let’s fuck without the cover!
Me: You’ll get pregnant!
Blossom: I can’t get pregnant anyway. I’ll tell you later why. Now just fuck me, will you?
She climbed on top, riding with the energy of someone making up for all her time. Sweat poured off her sweaty bosoms, living up to the name – MSB.
I spanked her, pinched her ass. Even licked her bouncing, tangy, wet breasts. Bit her nipples. Placed hickeys on her neck.
What followed? We cum hard like a dam breaking after years of pressure. She groaned, collapsed on me, and we both finished in a glorious mess.
We cuddled for some time and then sat to talk. We were still naked. The sheets covered our legs. She opened the drawer on the side table. It was full of condoms.
Blossom: I keep on meeting new guys often on different dating apps where I operate with the name – MSB. Strangers use protection. Friends I trust have different rules (winked).
I just thought – different guys every other day? If it’s in this same ‘den ‘, then that explains why the receptionist referred to me as her ‘customer’.
She showed me her “MSB” photos and videos. Where she met guys from different dating apps and came to this room. The pictures showed her sucking their dicks, guys fucking her back door; it was obscene!
Then the real Blossom emerged. Now almost sober.
Blossom: I had a marriage of five years. Then we discovered my infertility. Husband’s mom turned him against me. He asked me to leave our home. MSB was my rebellion. My way of staying sane instead of taking therapy. Blossom is the shy girl who takes shit. She’ll feel bad, keep it to herself and feel depressed within. MSB fights back and takes what she deserves, by hook or crook!
Me: That’s sad, Blossom.
Blossom: I didn’t know you were into this despite being married. What’s your story?
I’m thinking that now I’m at risk of sounding like a broken tape recorder. I get this every time, and this is my answer always.
Me: Things are good between me and my wife Anjali. But it hits a big roadblock once we’re inside the bedroom. The raw action seems missing.
Blossom: How often do you have sex?
Me: Maybe just once or twice a year. Things are good otherwise. People feel we’re the ideal couple and whatnot. Real issues are in the bedroom. We try to talk it out, but it leads to a full-blown world war amongst us.
Blossom: Is it that just like how I can’t be a mother, you can’t even be a father? Something like that?
Me: No. It’s something else. We’re both fine there. It’s just that the urge is one-sided and there’s no continuity to our efforts.
Blossom: I propose we leave our partners and be together.
Me: You’re the sweetest and most lovable person I’ve come across. But I think we’re good as work buddies.
But she now showed a hint of MSB, going into a full sales pitch thing, trying hard to convince me.
Blossom: If you want, we can have a trial period. We can see if things work out. We can even have physical benefits with each other in the trial. If we click, then only we proceed.
I panicked about how to answer. But handled it very diplomatically.
Me: On one condition. Be MSB all the time. Blossom is too fragile. I need the fighter.
She thought about it, then started getting dressed. I assisted with hooking her bra at her back. She was now wearing her usual kurti and leggings.
Blossom: I can’t erase Blossom. She’s part of me. But if you need some action, I’m here. As a friend, with probably some benefits. Don’t make it weird. Ask freely.
We laughed and hugged. We walked out of the hotel hand in hand. Then I dropped her home. Mission accomplished! But I felt a bit protective of her.
Back at the coffee machine, the boys ganged up on me.
Neel: Pratty, bro. Spill! Was she the MSB?
I lied smoothly!
Me: No! Your intel was wrong. She’s going through a divorce. Super vulnerable. I consoled her well.
Ryan: Did you manage to have a sexy time?
Me: No. We just had food and some drinks. She talked her heart out. Then I dropped her home. That was about it!
I couldn’t let the wolves attack her. Blossom had both versions, which deserved better than becoming an office legend or someone to quench their sexy desires.
In the weeks that followed, things settled into normalcy. At work, she was still the shy Blossom with her quiet laughs, our shared lunches, and gossip about bad trainings.
But now and then, she’d catch my eye across the pantry and give me the tiniest MSB kind of evil smile. A secret shared between us!
It messed with my head in the best way. I’d always thought of her as safe, reliable, a bit plain. Turns out she was a whole damn universe. Like quiet on the surface, fireworks underneath. The boys eventually moved on to new targets.
Never judge a simple shy girl just by her kurti. Turns out the shy ones have the wildest secrets. They can give you the sloppy after-parties!
The end!
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