Be me, 32 white male

>be me, 32 white male
>corporate zombie for a certain Pilot’s Supply company
>you’d have to be retarded to not figure the name out
>the entirety of my office is white for some strange reason
>the only non-whites are an Asian guy and a latina woman who’s so not latina you’d think she’s just tan
>not_complaining.wav
>my work is boring but it’s the reason why I have an apartment
>one day Yami apparently works there now
>imagine a cow-worshiper plucked straight out of India, blasted with a fire-hose and then forced to wear office clothing
>she gets introduced to me as she’s being shown where she’s set up
>thin, late 20s girl with incredibly long black hair and doll-black eyes
>she’s very quiet and reserved, smells overwhelmingly like spices/garlic/curry
>she probably got put next to me because I’m passive and won’t do anything about it
>doesn’t bother me anyways, one of my best friends in HS was full-Indian too, same smell and all
>first week passes without incident
>second week we start talking/communicating more than her very quick head-bow Good mornings
>realize she has virtually no idea what she’s doing
>George_Costanza.gif
>teach her how to do shit, wonder why she was hired
>she stabilizes and I can spend more time not leaned over her shoulder having my nose burned
>regularly talk and become friendlier
>she gets a lot more out of her shell
>she’s single, taking care of her parents while her siblings have either broken away from the family or barely ever visit
>joke the idea that she’s just living off her dad’s money while she makes fat bank here and pockets it
>somehow it’s absolutey hilarious to her, actually disrupted the office for a couple minutes while she died
>other coworkers actually avoid her because of smell, it’s funny to watch people who haven’t experienced it before crinkle their faces inward

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>every time someone walks up and asks her about something I just watch and smile like a shithead as they awkwardly step back after the first few seconds
>jim_halpert.png
>start eating lunch with her
>sat outside building on a good day, I’m eating a ham sammy while she eats like a queen
>wonder how she eats so much but stays so thin
>”user, can you handle spicy food?”
>no but I like the flavor
>”Would you like to try my chicken?”
>try her chicken masala even thought she kept telling me it’s not tikka masala
>I’m pretty fucking sure it is, still am
>she doesn’t even address the fact that we shared a fork
>finish lunch and head back in
>get to see where she lives, drove her to her house out of courtesy after her car broke, she never got an oil change
>slowly realize we’re good friends and she relies on me regularly and occasionally outside of work
>figure out that she only smells because her clothes are tainted by the curry-air of her home because one day she comes in wearing a fully new set of office-wear
>could actually smell her perfume that day
>flowery and sweet, but reduced enough to not be harsh, just a natural flowery scent that old women tend to wear
>find myself thinking of her before I go to bed
>half pure half sexual
>spend a full year working with her
>get stuck with a shitty task one week, she helps me despite not being asked
>regularly in room that’s detached from the office, no windows
>find my mind wandering whenever we’re alone in there
>half-way through the week
>Yami’s wearing a tight black pencil skirt and a breezy white top
>”Oh, it’s 4 already? user.”
>look up, she’s ready to leave
>”I’m doing something today, I’ll see ya.”
>stand up to see her off, she puts her hand on the doorknob
>”Bye user.”
>she waits a few extra seconds
>my brain turns off
>walk over
>”user?”
>half-smile on her face, she’s staring me in the eyes, with those dead doll eyes, waiting

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Finish it.

>lean in and just start kissing her
>she puts her hand on my chest, I grab onto her arm and her hip
>she tastes vaguely like bubblegum, she’s always chewing gum
>soft lips, want to kiss more
>pull away after a slowly increasing enthusiastic 2 minute kiss from her
>she giggles for a second and wipes her lipstick off me
>staring at me, empty eyes
>say the first thing that spills out of my mouth, staring back
“I’m gonna fuck you on that table Yami.”
>her eyes widen just a bit for a second, that half-smile comes back
>”Yeah?”
Just lean on the table
>”Okay...”
>she drops her bag at the door
>she walks back to the table and leans over onto it
>pull her legs together and get her panties down
>drop my pants and underwear
>jerk slowly while prodding her with my other hand
>”Oooh... user.”
>soft, wet slit that’s trimmed
>smell of her pussy hits me and it’s amazing, dick takes even more control of my mind
>spit onto hand and self-lubricate
>ease in sort of roughly
>first inch that goes in elicits a moan
>”Ohhh myyyy...”
>George_Takei.gif
>slowly work myself into her
>insane warmth and tightness, spreading her as I bottom out
>holding onto her hips with her skirt pulled up above her ass, our crotches are pressed against each other, Yami pushes her hair onto her back
>grab her hair and hold it in a ponytail
>”user?”
>don’t pull, just hold tight as I start to fuck her
>”Mmm! Keep going-“
>hear door open, both of our heads snap over our shoulders
>Asian dude coworker closes door as quickly as he opened it
>Yami groans and audibly slams her head into the table
>hear her curse for the first time
>”Fucking damnit, shit, fuck.”
>pull out and get dressed, Yami pulls her panties back up
>get situated and pack everything up
>sit there for 15+ minutes with her waiting for boss to come in and fire us
>poke head out door
>nothing, silent
>walk out, Yami stays in the room
>Asian coworker’s desk is closest to path to secluded room

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Continue

continue

There is no continue, only Zuul.

>he looks up and and then immediately jerks back to his work
>want to say sorry but woman he works near would probably stick her nose in it if I said anything weird
>walk back to room
>Yami is speaking Hindi on the phone
>tell her he probably didn’t say anything
>she says two words and hangs up
>she’s happy but she’s fucking out of here
>zoom_nigga.png
>”I’ll see you user, bye.”
>closes door
>left in silent room with withering, wet erection in my pants
>okie
>wait until 5 to leave
>go home that day and fight urge to jerk off furiously through the night
>walk in the next day
>Yami gets in a few minutes after me
>longer skirt and a cardigan over her top, like she’s looking conservative
>sits at her desk after saying good morning, neither of us get asked in
>talk like normal throughout the day
>get off work
>she texts me to head to the nearby grocery store
>buy condoms and lube while she awkwardly paces and glances around next to me
>tell her she looks cute doing that
>death stare from her
>”Hurry up...”
>cute
>deadpan teenage cashier rings us up
>we meet at my apartment and chat idly on the way up, dead silence as soon as we’re on my floor
>walk in together and close the door
>show her where the bedroom is
>we both start undressing
>dark, good-sized nipples on her b-cups-ish chest
>she fully shaved herself
>she lays back on the bed, lifts her legs up and around me as I join her
>”Are you planning on marrying me?”
“Yes”
>lied straight to her face
>don’t put a condom on, just lube up and glide into her
>she moans way louder in privacy
>”Oh fuck!”
>I’m a bit bigger than her, pressing her down into my bed as I just pound into her, hearing her moans
>tight, hot honeypot just keeps tightening around me
>thought of breeding her over and over fills my head
>grip onto the bed as I slam myself down again and again
>”Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
>alternate between pounding and jackrabbiting
>working my hips into her fast makes her cum fast

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So when is the wedding

Bruh did you get her prego