People apply colors, throw water balloons and drink bhaang (a drink made out of marijuana). Just like every year, guys and girls in my building got to...gether to play Holi on building a terrace. I did not use to drink as personally didn’t like to do it. After playing for 2 hours, I noticed that a girl from the building, Archita, was getting out of control. About her, she is just another person I know from the building with casual hi-bye everytime we met. She was one year elder to me. She was good. I am just writing on her behalf. She has consented to reveal her mail Id but only to genuine readers (and I’ll be the judge of that). So here is her narration.Hi, horny readers, this is Minal Gupta (all names are changed to some extend) from New Mumbai. Let me describe myself who is the main character of this story. I am in mid-twenties with body states 38-28-38. My skin tone is a bit dusky with a clear face and big eyes. My skin tone is the reason I don’t have confidence in myself. In our. "I'm sure you have had bigger than mine in this office " I opened my eyes to see my boss's evil grin looking down at me. Balls slapping my face as saliva ran down my chin. I needed to breath. Hands held my head firm. I struggled to breathe. My boss yanked my head back, the big Black dick covered in drool in front of my face, my mouth wide open gasping for air. A few seconds passed. I looked up pleading with my eyes. My boss thrust forward fucking my mouth and down my throat. Repeatedly. "You. ” I left her and sneaked to my room. The next day Aunty and I tried not to catch each other’s glances, but everybody else seemed the worst for the night before and looked too ill to notice. The minibus the firm had hired took us on a tour of the city and local countryside then home. As always, Rita seemed to have organised this. I was dozing on the trip back and woke when the bus braked at another halt; the last little group got off leaving Rita and I sitting at the back and the driver at the.