I am a sex addicted girl. I was a really good girl but I was not getting my love so I started leaning towards sex. I made a lot of friends and had sex with them.
Listen to this story.
Hello friends, I’m Venus with a new name and a new story!
You all have read my previous stories on another website Antarvasna 3 and have enjoyed them and also masturbated to your heart’s content.
Now I start writing on this new website under my new pseudonym “Venus”.
I hope you will keep loving me like this.
This is the story of a new girl in the office who has matured and grown old.
How a supervisor treats all the girls working under him as mere objects of pleasure and uses the girls only for his sexual pleasure!
This happened a few years ago, about six months after I started my new job.
I did not have much interaction with anyone in the new office.
No one knows my naughty life and naughty thoughts.
In this situation, I kept my feelings, hopes, and sexual thoughts to myself.
In the office, I was considered an innocent and shy girl whereas in reality I was a sex addict.
Colleagues who are higher up than me often make fun of me and use sarcasm in front of me.
But I was still busy with my work and ignored them.
All my colleagues are older than me, in their thirties.
Earlier, there used to be laughter and joking in the office in the morning and then in the afternoon everyone would calm down and start working. It was like going to the terrace to drink alcohol in the evening.
I used to come at eight in the morning and leave at seven in the evening.
Some girls in my office used to go out drinking in the evenings with our supervisors and coworkers.
No one knows what happened those nights.
I never dared to know because I was fed up with my lustful thoughts and didn’t want my work to be affected by my endless desire to work.
In our office, every six months, each team goes on an out-of-town trip called a “learning event.”
This event sometimes lasts for one night and sometimes for two or three nights.
Holi is coming and so is the bi-annual educational program.
We sent an email to everyone that the event would be organized on Holi and we would all travel to the resort in Corbett, Uttarakhand. We will stay there for 2 nights.
There will be some sporting events on the first night to introduce the progress of the work so far this year and what the goals are for the future.
Those who perform well in the team will also get awards.
There will be a dance and dinner in the evening, which will also include some dance performances and musical performances.
Next morning, there will be Holi celebrations with arrangements of ganja, pakodas and breakfast.
Lunch will be followed by a cocktail party and team building games in the evening and on the morning of the third day everyone will board a bus to Delhi!
On the day of Holi, girls have to wear saree and boys have to wear sleeveless pajama.
Everything sounds good to read, but I am scared of only one thing.
As soon as night falls, the spirit of the prostitute enters my body and spoils the entire atmosphere.
As the night approached, my suppressed desire became even stronger. After drinking alcohol, I was not able to see clearly who was the man in front of me and I started pulling down all the curtains of shyness.
Well, I was satisfied to know that there was another female colleague sharing the room with me.
With someone there, I might be able to control myself.
I brought a black mini skirt and a beautiful red crop top to the party.
Now I want to know where to get the saree from!
Even if I wear my mother’s saree, what will happen to the blouse and petticoat?
Then I saw on YouTube that underwear can be worn like a top/shirt.
Even old leggings can be cut up and made into a full sleeve shirt.
Then I took out my old white leggings and cut them up and made a shirt.
Since I was doing this for the first time, I accidentally cut my throat very deeply.
I thought in my mind, I will cover it with saree.
Now the petticoat also has to be sorted.
So I looked online how to tie a saree without a petticoat even when naked.
This time I practiced first and after two-three attempts I was successful in wearing the saree without petticoat.
I kept my essential items and prepared the rest of the bag.
We had to take a bus from the office, which would leave Gurgaon at 8 am and reach Corbett Park via Delhi and Uttar Pradesh.
I reached office on time and boarded the bus.
The departure list is ready, and after everyone has arrived, the bus departs at around 8.30.
Everyone in the car was talking and laughing, and music was playing from a speaker in the corner and people were singing.
All this continued for a few hours and gradually everyone got bored and sat on their seats.
The journey was long, and the tour guide map showed us a five-hour journey.
On the way, we had to stop for refreshments, bhajans etc., so due to extra 2-3 hours, we had to travel 7-8 hours. Then the bus also got stuck in the jam.
I put the sex audio in my ears, closed my eyes and started enjoying.
I forgot the whole world and got lost in sex audio.
Although I couldn’t tell about the bus at the time, I got excited just thinking about it.
As I wrote in the previous story, I get aroused just thinking about it, without anyone touching or kissing me, my pussy gets wet on its own.
After a while my eyes fell.
When I woke up, my phone was missing and so were the headphones.
I searched a lot but couldn’t find it. I thought I lost my phone.
I also asked my friends nearby, but they told me that no one had seen it anywhere.
I sat down sadly.
After a while, the person in charge sitting in the back seat came, showed me my mobile phone and asked: Is this mobile phone yours?
I said yes and picked up the phone.
Now the worry is that they can see or hear what is going on on my phone.
If my phone is locked they can’t open it and now the only hope is that when they get their hands on the phone the audio will be gone!
Thinking this, I consoled myself and sat quietly.
The name of the person in charge is Deepak, he is probably about 20 years older than me. At the time, I was 25 and had thrown my first and second boyfriends out of my life.
My manager Dheeraj is very friendly but he sometimes asks me when I will get married.
Now who will explain to them that this is not the marriage of a prostitute but the companionship of a prostitute.
To make sure my phone doesn’t drain its battery, I set it on airplane mode and keep it in my bag.
Now I start listening to people.
After some time Antakshari started. The seats on the left side of the car became one team, and the seats on the right became the other team. I was in the other team.
The manager and supervisor in the back seat keeps score.
Gradually we started connecting with each other and enjoying the songs.
My team was marching when we noticed the letter “Z”… Everyone was wondering, and then I remembered this song.
“Touch me just a little… Touch me… Touch me… Kiss me just a little… Kiss me… Kiss me” I’m singing.
Superintendent Deepak looked at me carefully and spoke to Dheeraj in a low voice.
This continued for some time.
Our team won.
At the same time the bus stopped at a dhaba on the outskirts of Dampur, it was about one o’clock and time for lunch.
One by one everyone came out of the car and I also came out of the car with everyone.
Parantha and Kacholi curry, bread buns, roti, dal, rice, tea and coffee were prepared at the dhaba.
I ate something and came back to the bus.
The excitement caused by morning sex audio should also be reduced.
I felt like I was sitting on the bus driver’s dick!
But there is not enough time for the penis to become erect and then to get fucked.
So I went to my seat, placed my bag in front of the window… placed someone else’s bag on my left, put my hand inside my tight pajamas and started fingering it.
I don’t know why, but when I close my eyes I only see light.
I really like men who are twice my age or even older.
Thinking about him, I started caressing my pussy.
I didn’t realize when my fingers, which were moving slowly, started moving in and out rapidly.
I felt Deepak licking my wet pussy.
In those days, my unfulfilled desire for sexual intercourse kept manifesting itself in an erotic atmosphere.
I masturbated vigorously and reached orgasm thinking about Deepak’s face inside my pussy.
She cleaned her hands with the Kleenex in the bag and put both bags back in their place.
All this is done in just 5 to 10 minutes.
Now I have to pee…but I don’t like going to public toilets so I stop and control my urination.
The intoxicating aroma of my pussy was still coming from my fingers and smelling it again and again was making me even more aroused.
After some time everyone returned to the bus.
Deepak came and said: We are looking for you at the dhaba to count, but your phone is not working. Where were you?
He said worriedly.
I lied and said – I had gone to the toilet and my phone was in the bus. Sorry…for causing trouble to everyone!
How could I tell them that I was fucking you with my lips while holding you in my lap.
He said- Let me go, but keep the phone on, if someone stops here then there will be a big problem.
I made a face and sat back in my seat.
Now the counting has been completed again and now everything is filled.
After eating everyone felt lazy and gradually everyone fell asleep on their seats.
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