Gay Sex Tale of Office Cab Driver’s Seduction
Gay Sex Tale: Hello all. This is Vijay (name changed) again and this is the continuation of what happened after me and Amul got caught having sex in our office toilet. The below account is a continuation of the events that followed that Friday evening. Hope you have fun reading it!
Read the previous story from the beginning here!
The Monday morning blues began even before I had opened my eyes. It was bright and sunny, and I could feel the rays tearing through the drapes, poised to get me off my bed and dread about work. And I all I could think was how I’m gonna face up to Anwar in the cab.
And Amul wasn’t making it any better either. I half opened my eyes and peered out to see Amul dressed in a dashing white shirt trying (and failing) to knot his tie. He was never good at it. I usually did it for him everytime. Earned me some good loving morning kisses so it was worth the efforts.
He said, ‘Sorry darling. I need to leave early today. The boss had an emergency, so he has to leave in 2 hours. And I need to be done with my presentation before that. And don’t worry, I’ve already booked a cab’.
I was still scrunching my eyes to see his face clearly when he came over to give a peck on my lips and barked, ‘Now get out of bed or you’re gonna be late’. And pulled the sheets off.
‘God I so want to use that body one more time before I leave’.
I was in a baby pink underwear and nothing else. It was a T back that ran between the twin moulds of my butt cheeks covering my asshole but exposing my bouncing butt cheeks right in front of my face. I turned to my sides supporting my head by my arms and pulling the elastic waistband of my underwear higher up my waist making my fabric between my butts tighten.
‘Well, you still can’. And I pulled down my bikini halfway down my side revealing my naked waist and upper thighs for him.
He came close kneeling down beside my bed and gently kissing my exposed upper thighs and whispering in my ears, ‘Haha. That’s not gonna work. Atleast not today. I’ll have this butt for dinner tonight baby. But now, I gotta run. Bye. Have a good day at work’.
He rushed out as I yelled behind him to not forget breakfast.
I saw the time. It was 7:30 AM and counting fast. I reluctantly got myself out of bed and in front of the life size wardrobe mirror in the corner of the room. Amul used to love bending me over right in front of the mirror and pound my ass and watch every micro expression in my face change with each push. I admired myself in the mirror for a second, gently twerked my butt before removing the underwear and walking into the shower.
‘God this was gonna be a long week’.
45 minutes later, I was in front of the mirror again, only this time, I was fully dressed. A crisp, button down white shirt that showed the slenderness of my body paired with a pair of formal black trousers that had a deep curve ending at the bottom of my butt. If my butt gets any bigger, I’m gonna have to buy some new trousers I thought.
And I was downstairs all groomed and ready with my packed lunch which my darling husband remembered to prepare even though he had to go in early. I love that man.
I dreaded the moment I got to the parking. I wished Amul had not taken the car for I need to wait for Anwar now.
And Anwar’s going to be here any second and I was debating between calling in sick and running in front of him and confessing ‘yes, we were fucking in the toilet last Friday when you walked in’. I somehow managed to control my nerves and saw his car pull up into the parking and his familiar smile greeting me, ‘Good morning anna (brother in Tamil)’
I responded back with a restrained smile as I got into the backseat hoping this cab ride would be over fast if I shut my eyes and pretend to be deep in thoughts.
But he wasn’t having any of it as he broke the silence ‘So how was your weekend? How’s Amul anna? Why isn’t he here now? Is he on leave today?’
Those were too many questions for me to process at the same time and I managed to respond with an aura of fake calmness, ‘It went well thanks. No, He’s got a presentation, so he left early. How was your weekend?’.
He: It was okay thanks. Nothing much. I didn’t expect to find you so late in office on Friday when I came by to drop off the car keys.
Here we go. The waves have started rushing in. And he is choosing to start with a lie because he sees me stuck to my cubicle every evening when he walks in to drop off the keys.
Me: You know me. I like to work late. And Amul dropped by to pick me up as I had missed the cab.
He: ‘That’s so nice. He’s so caring and protective of you. Like a husband’. And he gave this naughty smile I saw through the centre mirror.
Me: ‘Haha’. But internally, God how long is this cab ride gonna last!?
He: So, for how long was he there that evening? Did you guys have fun…….talking?
The pause between ‘fun’ and ‘talking’ sank my heart but I regained my composure quickly.
I was a bit pissed at his games though.
Me: Yes, we have loads of fun.
He winked and said, ‘Don’t worry. I was just trying to play with you. I’ve known your secret for a while. In fact, I have a thing for guys myself and I’m in a relationship’.
I was busy thinking, ‘wait is this guy trying to have a go at me’ and I barely listened to the bomb he just dropped.
And he went on, ‘What I saw was really hot that day..
I snapped out of my thoughts.
Me: Wait. You saw?
He: Yes, I heard the sounds, so I went to the next cubicle and stood on top of the closet to peep.
Me: Internally, Oh God. ‘How long were up there?’
He: I wasn’t just looking haha. You got me pretty hard, so I had to masturbate too. But I was there for about 15 minutes and saw all the good bits!
Now I wasn’t scared. I was embarrassed. And honestly, a bit turned on. To have someone watch you and say you’re hot kinda turned me on a bit.
And he drifted away, ‘You have an amazing ass. And I could see Amul anna enjoyment in his expressions. It was exactly like this other night in your place when you were really drunk’.
I saw him wink through the centre mirror.
My thoughts froze for a second and I didn’t respond. We were outside our office. I mechanically opened the car door and stepped out without a word and walked in with him staring blankly at me.
My thoughts were stuck on only one thought. Was he the guy Amul brought home the other night? I mean, Amul knew he was gay, and they were good friends. They got along well. Last Friday, Amul just waved a carefree goodnight to the guy who had just witnessed us fuck in the toilet. It means, it was him. Holy fuck, it was Anwar who fucked me the other night!
Anwar was my mystery lover! And it made sense, his strong stature, his beard and the mighty arms. How did I not see this all these days!? God I’m such an idiot.
I was in the elevator deep in thoughts when my boss stepped in wishing me a good morning. I barely paid any attention and he landed a solid spank right across my left butt cheek and said, ‘Why are you so uptight this morning? Your flatmate got you drunk again?’. I hate my boss. He was a creep. He kind of figured out somehow that we were gay, and he has been acting weird ever since then.
Anyway, back to my mystery lover!
The whole day literally went like in a daze. I could barely concentrate on my work and my thoughts kept going back to that night and how much I loved it. I didn’t even text Amul the whole day as I was so busy in my head.
My cock kept pulsing everytime I thought of Anwar and God how much I wanted to eat his lips up. I wanted to feel his beard brush against my body, my chest and nipples. I wanted his tongue down the side of my hips and thighs and between my legs, between my butts. God I so wanted to feel Anwar inside me. I wanted to taste his juices and feel his lips between my lips to swap some to him.
His shiny skin covered by his big beard and those juicy lips kept turning me on everytime I imagined his face. All these days I’ve imagined my mystery man to be a lot of things and to finally put a face to that body and that beautiful cock made me happy and frankly, made me want him.
I finally decided I’ve had enough. I texted Amul that I would be late that day and I’ll explain everything to him when I get back. He replied with a single ‘Okay’. He’s my darling cuck. He loves listening to stories of me getting fucked by other men. We are really open to each other and we’ve shared men. That kept us together.
I eagerly waited for 7 PM to arrive. I packed up went down by the car park and patiently waited.
Anwar pulled up next to me in the car and said, ‘Hi Vijay anna. Do you want me to drop you home?’
Without a word I opened the back door threw laptop bag in, opened the front door and got in. He looked at me quizzically and before he could open his mouth I leaned in, pulled his face closer and began kissing him.
Gay sex tale of a wild encounter with the office cab driver
I could feel the surprise in his body response as his lips touched mine, but I was having none of it. I’m gonna ride that cock today no matter what.
A second after my lips touched his, he responded to my kiss and we began exploring each other’s mouth. I was enraged. I was hungry. I was like a beast devouring his mouth. I felt the warmth of his tongue inside my mouth as he kissed, so much passion and fire in there. His hands instinctively moved to body pulling me closer, gently rubbing my thighs over my pants.
I could feel myself getting really horny as his hands began fondling my butt. We broke the kiss a few minutes later. I came really close to his face, staring into his eyes and he slowly leaned in to kiss me. I put my finger to his lips, and I said, ‘Take me to your place’.
He: But…
Me: Either take me to your place or we are having sex right outside our office building.
