I still get hard thinking about that night when this desi car sex story kicked off after a stupid long shift. My name is Rahul, I drive a basic white sedan, nothing fancy, and Sneha from accounts asked for a drop because her auto wala cancelled. She is twenty six, fair with thick thighs that show even under those full salwar kameez she wears to office. I am twenty nine and usually keep quiet round the juniors but something in her eyes that night had already decided what was coming.
We left the office around eleven. Road towards Gomti Nagar side was almost empty. She sat in front, pretended to adjust the AC and her hand brushed my thigh twice. I looked at her and she just smirked. I asked if everything ok. She said bilkul theek hai bas thoda tight feel ho raha hai today, can you drive slow. Her voice was low and sticky. I kept one hand on the gear and felt my lund already twitching inside pants.
After fifteen minutes on the outer road she straight put her palm on my crotch and squeezed. I almost jerked the wheel. She said dont act shy abhi, I saw how you stare at my chest during lunch. I told her bas thoda control, cops roam here. She laughed soft and opened my zip slow. Her fingers went inside underwear and wrapped around the fat shaft. She said ye toh full charged hai, you must be dying to put it somewhere tight. I pulled the car toward a dark service lane behind some closed warehouses where street light barely reaches.
Front Seat Gets Filthy Quick
Killed the engine. Almost total black. Only dash light glow. Sneha dragged my jeans and underwear down to knees. My lund slapped up hard and shiny already. She bent over the gear box like she had done this before. First she spit on the head then took almost half in her warm mouth. I held her bun and pushed a little. She gagged once but kept sucking. Loud wet sounds filled the car. I told her take more. She pulled off and stroked while saying your precum tastes like you have been holding back days. Then she opened the first two buttons of her kameez and let those heavy boobs spill. No bra. Dark nipples hard from AC cold.
I grabbed both and squeezed rough. She moaned with my cock still half in mouth. Spit dripped down balls. I reached under her salwar and felt the panty already soaked. Slid two fingers straight into her chut. Soft hot and grips tight. She started humping my hand while sucking harder. I pulled fingers out and made her lick them clean. She did without shame. Then she climbed half over the center console so I could suck those tits while she jerked me. Every pull made my stomach twist.
I told her climb properly or I will bend you over the seat. She said thoda wait, let me taste more. She went down again and this time forced herself till her nose hit my stomach. Throat closed tight round the head. I almost shot early. Pulled her up by hair. She was gasping and spit strings hung from lips to my lund. Her kameez was half open, salwar wet at crotch. She looked ruined already and we had not even fucked.
She Rode Till The Car Rocked
I pushed the seat back as far as it goes. Sneha yanked her salwar and panty down to ankles then kicked one leg free. She straddled me facing front, knees jammed against door and console. One hand held my cock upright. She rubbed the fat head up and down her slippery slit then sank. Slow at first because I am thick. We both hissed when the middle of my shaft stretched her open. She sat full till her ass pressed my thighs. Her chut fluttered and squeezed like it was trying to milk already.
She started bouncing. Not gentle. Hard up and down so her tits slapped my face. I bit one nipple and she cursed in Hindi mixed English saying haan chus le, bite harder. Car springs creaked loud. I gripped her waist and slammed her down each time. Wet squelch sound every thrust. Her juices ran down my balls onto the seat cover. I told her look how greedy your chut is. She moaned and clenched tighter then said it has been months since something this fat filled me properly.
I reached behind and fingered her gaand rim while she rode. She jumped but then pushed back on the finger. One knuckle went in. She went wild. Faster bounces, head hitting roof sometimes. I felt the load building heavy in balls. Told her I am close. She said inside, dump it deep, I want to feel it leak out later. That finished me. I held her hips locked and pumped thick ropes straight into her. Pulse after pulse. She kept grinding through it, shaking and drip dripping around the base.
She did not get off. Kept my half hard cock inside and squeezed. After a minute it thickened again. She laughed dirty and said good boy, round two starts now. Lifted herself, turned around reverse cowgirl facing windshield. Grabbed the dash with both hands and dropped back on the same slick cock. This angle hit different. I could watch the whole shaft disappear into her stretched hole. Her ass cheeks bounced pink. I slapped them hard. She yelped then said aur mar, harder.
I thrust up meeting her drops. Sweat stuck our skin. Outside a truck passed far on main road but no one turned in. Her moans got louder. I reached round and rubbed her clit fast while pounding. She came hard, whole body locking, chut fluttering in waves, liquid squirting down onto me. I kept fucking through her orgasm till she begged thoda slow. But I was already close second time. Pulled her back against my chest, bit her shoulder and flooded her again. This load felt thicker. She stayed impaled and breathed heavy.
Back Seat Stretch And Final Load
We climbed into the rear because front was soaked and cramped. She lay across the seat on her back, one leg hooked over the headrest, other on floor. My turn on top. Pants still around ankles I pushed back in. Her cream mixed with my cum made every stroke sloppy loud. I folded her nearly double and bottomed out. She clawed my back and kept repeating randi bana diya tune. I spat on her tits and rubbed it in while slamming.
Changed to doggy after. She braced on door handle, ass high. I stood crouched half outside half in and fucked hard from behind. Hands full of her hips. Skin slap echo. Her hanging breasts swung under. I reached and yanked them. She pushed back matching rhythm. Told me use my thumb on her gaand again. I did and she gushed more. I felt third load rising. Pulled out, flipped her to sit, and shoved cock between her pressed boobs. She held them tight and I fucked the soft pair till white ropes shot across her neck and chin. Last spurt landed on her tongue and she swallowed with a grin.
We sat bare and sticky for some minutes. AC was off so windows full fog. Smell of sex thick inside. She used my shirt to wipe most of the mess then pulled salwar up without panty. Panty she stuffed in her bag soaked. I dragged jeans back on. She kissed my neck once rough and said next week same drop if you want. I just nodded. Drove her near her society and dropped a block away. She walked off limping slight, cum probably still leaking down thigh under the salwar.
Reached home past one. Cock sore, seat stains permanent probably. But every time I drive that same road at night I get hard remembering how her chut swallowed everything and how loud she got when stuffed full. That junior turned a normal drop into the filthiest car night of my life and I still replay every wet thrust when alone.
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