Beautiful Banking Bitch Banged In Office

Hey Guys. I hope you are doing great. Stay safe, take very good care of yourself, and, most importantly, stay happy. Current times that we live in need mental peace and happiness. So chill, relax, enjoy and do things that make you happy, like reading my stories on ISS. This is Vinay here from Chennai.

My business account is with one of the leading banks. I operate my account from a branch that is close to my residence. There are no reasons to complain from the bank as they deliver top-notch service.

Being one of their earliest and regular customers, all the staff know me personally. Initially, I would visit the bank regularly, but later I limited my visits to the bank. My staff consolidate all the bank-related works from the office and finish them in one go.

After a break of 6 months, I visited the bank for my personal account. I could see a lot of new faces in the bank. I was sitting with the manager discussing with him. The manager called someone to come into his cabin. 5 minutes later, a beautiful-looking girl entered his cabin.

I glanced at her and could not resist looking at her for the 2nd time. She looked fabulous in a simple maroon saree with a thin golden border. She was wearing a designer matching blouse, her hair made up in a beautiful bun on her head.

She stood with a few documents in her hand. The manager introduced her to me as my account manager. Her name was Malar, a typical classy Tamil beauty. She seemed to be very happy to meet me. She greeted me and said that she was about to visit my office to meet me.

We had a fruitful 20 minutes discussion on various topics. She shared her number, asking me to reach out for any account-related assistance or services. Malar was around 28 or 29 years old. As we stood there chatting, I kept admiring her beauty.

Malar caught me scanning her body. She was a gorgeous-looking woman, sexy, hot, captivating and delightfully desirable. She looked tender, meaty, fair in color. She had long black curly hairs, 5.5” height and a fab body of 36-30-34.

She had shiny lips, lovely pink cheeks, deep inviting eyes, full firm boobs, and an ass to die for. Her ass was sexy round shapely buns. Her most attractive and inviting assets were her lovely boobs, big, firm, protruding, almost an invitation to grab and squeeze them hard.

They hung heavily but stood out proudly to a beautifully turned point. She had the type of boobs that most men can’t keep their eyes off. Her delicate voice and innocent smile could mesmerize anybody. I could not take off my eyes from her despite Malar noticing me scanning her body.

It wasn’t just her beauty. It was the attitude in her smile, the tilt of her head, and the deep look in her eyes. She caught me sneaking a peek down on her neck at her cleavage. It wasn’t too hard to get Malar’s attention. She just had those lovely boobs. She smelt nice and had a teasing sort of attitude.

I regretted not having visited the bank for such a long time. Dirty thoughts give the relationship a little spice. All dirty thoughts popped out in mind towards Malar. After looking at Malar, I desired something different. I wanted to delve into her body to taste every part.

She was a kind of tender beauty that nobody would say no to enjoy and relish in bed. I increased my visits to the bank. My every visit to the bank heightened my desires towards her. She wore only sarees, and she would look absolutely hot and ravishing in those colorful sarees.

The way she would drape her sarees on her body was just maddening. Any man will lose his morals for her. She would drape her saree just a touch tight from the regular comfort fit. That slight tightness was all the difference to make a man mad.

Her huge, lovely boobs would stand out from her saree, displaying their perfect shapes. Her fair soft, tender waist and stomach shone between her blouse and her lower half body. Sometimes a peek of her navel would be like a booster dose reigniting all the passions and desires towards her.

In a few days, she got comfortable with me as we developed a very good working relationship. Malar would go out of the way to give us the best services. Malar would not mind me touching her accidentally or brushing my hands on her shoulders.

There was a sort of sense of comfort between us. So it was not at all a problem. She would stand close to me at some point in time. Every time she came close, the smell of her body would make me mad. The lovely lingering smell of her hot body would stay with me for long.

As time passed, my desires towards Malar kept hitting new heights. It was lust, pure gorgeous lust. The inflaming sacred energy that elevates us makes us feel so special, attracted towards somebody. It makes us do crazy things. We started to speak for a longer time on the phone as I pushed to get closer to her.

She would occasionally discuss her likes and dislikes with me or her family matters. Every passing day brought us closer. She would now wait for me to visit the bank.

During quarter-end, sometimes, she would call and request me for some temporary FD when she would be short of her targets.  Most of the time, I would oblige to her requests, and she also has this sense of gratitude towards me.

One day I decided that I should take the next step if I had to try to get her. That day I went to the bank a little earlier. She was sitting on her desk. She welcomed me with a broad smile. She collected my deposit cheques and cash. As she processed them, I stood beside her, admiring her beauty.

I asked her, “Malar, you wear only sarees?”

She replied, “You have noticed this very late, Vinay.”

I tried to flirt a little and said, “I sort of forget everything when I see you.”

She looked at me, paused, smiled and said, “Yes, sarees are my favorite. During office hours, it’s sarees only. But I also wear other dresses when I go out or when I am at home.”

I said, “Oh, ok, just asked.”

She asked me, “You don’t like sarees?”

I replied, “I love them, they are one of the best, and you always look beautiful in a saree.”

She instantly shot back, “Only beautiful, Vinay, so bad.”

I laughed and replied, “You look Beautiful, Ravishing, Hot, Sexy and most importantly desirable.”

She turned red, blushed and said, “Thank you, I was not expecting all that, but I know you are keen to see me in other dresses too.”

I smiled and replied, “Actually sort of yes, don’t mind, please.”

She was very sporting and said, “I can understand male excitement in these matters. So no problem, catch up some time for a coffee if you have time from your busy schedule.”

I said, “You decide the time and place. I will be there.”

She said, “Ok, what do you want me to wear?”

Things were quickly unfolding, and I did not want to lose this opportunity at any cost. I fixed my eyes at Malar’s open nude midriff and said, “You would look beautiful in whatever you wear, so you decide.”

She tried to pull her saree and cover her midriff. She asked, “Tell me na. You would have visualized me in something.” I looked into her eyes. I moved a little closer to her and whispered, “Do you think men would visualize women in a dress?”

Malar did not see this statement coming from me. Her eyes were wide open as she looked at me and said, “Oh god, dirty mind, anyway I will message you.”

I said, “I will wait for your message. Bye.”

I was about to step out of the bank, but I returned to Malar. She was addressing a customer, and I waited for my turn. Malar asked me, “Yes, what happened now.”

I told her, “Can you send me your pics in other dresses if you don’t mind?” She looked surprised at my demand. She said, “Ok, will see.”

I left the bank and waited for her message. She did not message me for the whole day. I felt I messed it up by being too greedy. I did not go to the bank for the next few days, so there was an uneasy pause between us. Neither of us messaged each other.

We would check each other’s WhatsApp status and disappear when we would see each other online. This cat and mouse game continued for a few days. In the meantime, my family left for Bangalore.

It was Friday late evening around 7.30 pm. Most of the staff had left, and I was about to leave. I was busy in the office in my cabin. My receptionist informed me that Malar madam had come to meet me. I asked her to send Malar to my cabin. The receptionist took permission to leave for the day.

There was nobody else in the office. I locked the main door once my receptionist left. Malar was sitting in front of me dressed beautifully in off-white cotton pants and a short multi-colored sleeveless tie-up top.

Her neck shoulders were open, midriff almost open. Her top stood on the mercy of the 2 tiny knots tied on the shoulders. She looked beautiful and sexy. The shape of her boobs was visible. She was wearing a strapless bra. The top was just of the right size to cover the shape of her boobs.

She kept looking at me as my eyes pierced every pore of her hot, fabulous body. To see this new side of Malar was thrilling and exciting. I broke the silence and told her, “What a surprise Malar, thanks for coming.”

She was to the point, “Why did you stop coming to the bank?”

I said, “I have not stopped. I was a little busy so could not come.”

She asked, “I did not send you the pics, neither did I message you, so you were avoiding me, is it?”

I said, “No, Malar, actually I felt bad about it, so sort of guilt feeling, you know.”

Looking at me, she said, “Look how you are staring at me even now, so that’s fine for you.”

I said, “I have never seen you like this so ….” and I kept quiet.

She said, “Oh ok, then you should have a lot of guilt in mind. You said you even imagined me, right.”

I was taken back the way she was questioning me, “I said sorry, Malar.”

She had a sort of wicked smile at the way I was allowing her to dominate me. She stood from her chair and came beside me. She asked me, “How do you imagine me, Vinay, and what do you do while imagining me?”

I looked up into her eyes as she stood beside me. She kept her hands on my shoulders. She again asked me, “What do you do, Vinay? Tell me.” I was sort of embarrassed. I did not know what to do. I looked at her and replied, “Well, you know what men do when they imagine a hot, beautiful sexy woman.”

I could smell the lovely scent of her body. I could feel the heat of her hot body as she stood very close beside me. My dick woke up in my pants. She fixed her eyes to my pant as she stood there. Her hands moved to my neck, and my ears caressed them softly.

She gently pulled my head on her midriff as she moved her hands swiftly to my hair. She turned my head, allowing me to roll my lips on her lovely soft stomach and navel. Her fingers smoothly worked on my hair. The heat of her body engulfed me like a raging fire.

I moved my lips and hands around her waist. Gently I kissed her navel. She stopped me from holding my head up. She looked into my eyes. Her eyes fixed on the massive erection in my pant. Malar bent her head and kissed my lips softly. I began to roll my hands on her lovely body.

I rolled my hands on her lovely boobs for the first time. I felt like I was in heaven. Malar moved in front of me and almost sat on my lap. I kissed her lips, gently trailing my lips down to the edge of her chin, down to the center of her neck. I kept going until I reached her cleavage.

I rolled my hands on her boob and squeezed them softly. She let out a small gasp. I kissed all around the neckline and on her boobs, just enough to tease and arouse her.

She said in a low tone in my ears, “Vinay, why don’t you free it? You seem to be struggling to hold it in your pants.”

I whispered in her ears, “You can do the honors, Malar. It wants to feel your touch.”

She moved her hands on my pants to feel my massive erection. She held it in her hands to feel its entire length. I moved my hands on the strings of her stop. She pretended to stop me and said, “Not here, please.” I stopped and began looking at Malar.

She had my dick in her grip from the top of my pant. We locked our lips passionately with each other. I gently pushed her on my work desk. I lifted her from her ass and made her sit on my desk. I looked in her eyes full of lust, lust and only lust.

I eased my hold on her. She released my dick from her firm grip. She moved her hands to my belt un unbuckling it slowly. I pushed her soft silky hair back. I kissed her softly as she removed my belt. She moved her fingers to unbutton my pant.

I kept my hands on her ass to move her a little backward. I began kissing her a little aggressively, licking and sucking her lips one after the other. Malar kept her one hand on the table. With her other hand, she held the back of my head as she kissed me back with the same zeal and vigor.

I moved my hand and removed the knots of her top. It slipped down her body. She sat there in her bra, looking like a sexy angel. Malar removed my T-shirt. She pushed my pants down. I kissed her open shoulders, neck and cleavage, moving my hand to her back.

I rolled my fingers on bra straps, resting them on the hook of her tight bra. She pushed her hair aside. I unhooked her bra and pulled it out of her body in a swift move. Her lovely hot burning boobs pooped, juggled as they stood like 2 bright shining stars.

The lovely boobs that I had been dreaming of for so many days were right in front of my eyes. I could not lift my eyes from them. Her perky light brown nipples made me crazy. They were inviting me to suck them. Malar breathed heavily, and her boobs heaved up and down, creating a wonderful sight.

I moved my lips closer to her boobs. She kept her hands on my cheeks. I kissed her soft boob. My other hand moved to feel her lovely boob gently squeezing and slapping them. Her boobs looked magnificent. They were soft and a touch hot as I played with them.

They tasted delicious as I sucked both her nipples gently between my lips. Her sharp brown nipples had small pimple-like grains around them. I started to lick her one boob and sucked the other one softly. Malar had turned horny. Her body raged in her intense sexual arousal.

The heat of her body rose by several notches as we indulged in igniting each other’s deepest sexual desires. Malar closed her eyes, allowing me to play with her hot, fabulous boobs. I could not contain my excitement as I squeezed, slapped and crushed them in my hands.

Malar started belting soft moans under my intense assault on her boobs. I stretched them to both sides and rubbed my face between them. I squeezed her boobs and licked her nipples in small circles. In between, I would occasionally chew them, which drove her crazy.

She could not resist abusing me, “Ah, fuck you, Vinay, do it softly, oh god.” I moved my hands on her boobs, rolling, flinging and shaking her boobs. I held them in all the positions I wanted to see them. I kept kissing, sucking and licking her boobs and nipples.

Occasionally I would hold her nipples between my teeth and pull them gently, and she would moan and abuse me. Her soft abuses, “Fucker, easy man, be soft, ah god, you are crazy.” Her gently hitting her soft hands on my back only made me want more of her.

She closed her eyes, rested her hands on the table and relaxed, allowing me to play with my heart’s content with her lovely boobs. I wanted to see her nude my dick was raring to rip her pussy apart. I moved my hands to the elastic of her pants.

She tried to resist. But eventually, she lifted her ass, allowing me to pull down her pant and panty in a single move. I took her panty in my hand and kept it on my nose to smell it. She snatched it back from my hand and threw it on the chair.

She had a delicious-looking pink pussy clean shaved glistening in the bright white lights. She tried to cover it with her hands. But I took them away, looking at it moving my face closer to it. Gently I kissed her pussy as she tried to push me away from her again.

I took a step back and held her legs. Slowly. I stretched them, placing my head between them, having a clear view of her lovely smooth pink pussy. She felt deeply embarrassed as I stood there doing nothing but just looking at her pussy.

In her sweet lovely voice, she told me, “Vinay, you are an asshole, just leave my legs.” She wriggled her legs out of my firm hold and crossed them to hide her lovely pussy. I took one step back and removed my pant, trying to look into her eyes, but her eyes were glued to my massive erection.

She kept her hands on her mouth, looking at my massive erection. She started to murmur, “No, No. I can’t. It’s too big, Vinay no please, oh my god, this will kill me.” I moved closer to her. I held Malar’s hand and placed it on my burning dick.

Holding it delicately, she kept looking at my face and my dick. Slowly her soft hands began to caress it softly. She felt its entire length in her hands, gently moving her hands on my dick in soft stroked. She began to hold it firmly, looking at it with her eyes wide open.

We both were standing nude, feeling each other’s hot bodies, eager to get into this sinful act called dirty hard fucking.

To be continued.

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