This is my desi kitchen sex story that still makes my cock twitch every time the smell of tadka hits me. I stay with my elder brother and his wife Sunita in a small apartment in Surat. Brother does late shifts at the mill so half the evenings it is just me and her in the house. I am twenty eight and she is thirty three but damn that body looks tighter than most girls my age. Heavy hips tight waist and those breasts that always press against her nighty when she cooks.
That Tuesday brother rang saying he would come only after ten. I was half naked in my vest frying nothing just scrolling when I heard the kadai and the smell of jeera. I walked to the kitchen barefoot for a glass of water. Sunita was there in a thin pink nighty no bra clear as day. She was chopping onions then bent fully over the counter to reach the masala dabba on the top rack. The nighty rode up and I saw the full round of her ass and the thin cotton panty stuck between her cheeks.
I stood frozen for a second then my mouth went dry. She still did not notice me. I put the glass down quiet and stepped right behind her. My hand went straight to that ass and squeezed hard like I owned it. She jerked up and almost dropped the dabba.
She Froze Then Pushed Back On Me
Vikram kya kar rahe ho she hissed but her voice was already thick. I did not pull back. I pressed my half hard cock against the crack of her ass through the panty and both hands gripped those wide hips. She tried to turn but I kept her pinned to the counter. Your brother is coming late I muttered right in her ear and bit the side of her neck. She smelled of sweat and perfume mixed with frying oil. I love that cheap smell.
Her breathing got heavier. I slid one hand under the nighty and cupped her pussy from front. The panty was already damp in the middle. I rubbed slow circles on her clit through the cloth and she started making those small choking sounds. Mat karo Vikram please but her ass pushed back on my cock like she could not stop it. I yanked the panty down to her thighs in one go. Her chut was already shiny and swollen. I pushed two fingers straight in and she was so warm and tight I almost came in my shorts.
She grabbed the edge of the counter and spread her legs more without me asking. I finger fucked her rough and wet sounds filled the kitchen over the gas flame still going. Juice ran down my wrist. I pulled my cock out free and slapped it on her ass cheeks a few times. Thick and hard it left red marks. She looked back once eyes half closed. Put it in she said low like she hated herself for it. I spit on my tip and forced the head against her hole. One hard push and half my lund disappeared inside her.
She cried out loud then bit her own arm. I held her hips and started slamming from behind. The wet slap slap slap mixed with the sound of her hanging breasts bouncing under the nighty. I yanked the cloth up to her armpits so those big brown nipples dragged on the cold marble. Every thrust made them scrape. I reached around and pinched both nipples till she yelped. You like getting fucked in the same kitchen where you cook for him I growled and she only moaned yes harder bhaiya like a dirty secret.
I fucked her deep and mean. My balls slapped her clit every time. Her insides gripped me like they did not want to let go. Oil from the kadai spat once and a drop hit my arm but I did not stop. I pulled out all the way then rammed back in till her toes lifted off the floor. She started shaking. I am going to cum on the sabzi board she gasped out and I laughed mean and kept pounding. When she came her whole body went stiff and her chut milked my cock in hard waves. Juice literally dripped onto the floor between her feet.
I Made Her Kneel On The Tiles
I was not done. I pulled out dripping and turned her around. Her face was red and messy. I pushed her shoulders down till she knelt right there on the kitchen tiles next to the spilled onion peels. Open mouth I ordered and she obeyed like a good slut. I fed her my cock coated in her own cum. She gagged once then started sucking messy and loud. Spit ran down her chin onto her bare tits. I grabbed her hair tightly and fucked her throat till she made those wonderful choking sounds. Her hands came up to hold my thighs but she did not push away.
After a minute I dragged her up again and lifted her onto the counter like a sack. Legs wide open feet dangling. I stepped between them and shoved back inside her dripping hole. This angle let me watch her face twist every time I bottomed out. Her tits bounced wild and I sucked one nipple hard enough to leave a mark while my hips kept pistoning. The whole counter shook. A steel glass fell and clattered but neither of us cared.
She wrapped her legs around my waist locking me deep. I rubbed her swollen clit with my thumb in fast circles while I drilled her. She came a second time screaming into my shoulder. Her nails dug bloody lines down my back under the vest. I could not hold much longer. I pulled out at the last second and shot thick ropes of cum all over her stomach tits and even her neck. One long string landed right on her open mouth and she licked it without thinking. I milked the last drops onto her clit and rubbed it in.
We stayed like that breathing hard for a minute the gas still hissing unused. Then she slid down careful and grabbed a kitchen towel to wipe herself. Her legs were shaking so bad she had to hold the fridge handle. If he ever finds out she whispered staring at the floor. He will not I said and squeezed her ass one more time. I made her bend over the sink while I washed my cock under the running tap then pushed two clean fingers back into her loose wet chut just to feel it again. She moaned low but did not stop me.
Later she finished cooking like nothing happened only her nighty was crooked and there was a white stain drying on the side of her breast. When brother finally came home she served him dal like a proper wife. I sat across the table eating and my cock started getting hard again under the table just from watching her walk. That night after everyone slept I went to the kitchen again supposedly for water. She was there in the dark waiting leaning against the same counter. No words needed. I bent her over the sink this time and fucked her slower but deeper while the façade of the fridge light fell on her arched back. I came inside her that round and she pushed back till every drop stayed in.
Since that day the kitchen is never just a kitchen. Every time she cooks in that thin nighty I know what is waiting. Sometimes I wait till she is kneading dough and I come up behind her oily hands and all. Sometimes she calls me to help cut vegetables and the second my hand is free she places it straight on her breast. We have done it against the fridge door with her one leg up, on the small dining stool with her riding me reverse so I can watch her ass bounce, even once with her sitting up on the slab legs locked while I ate her out till she squirted lightly onto the cutting board. Littered onion peels and all. Filthy does not even cover it.
Last week brother almost caught us. He came home early and I had her bent over the gas just after I turned it off. My cock was buried full deep and she was biting a cloth to stay quiet. His scooter sound reached us two seconds before the gate opened. I pulled out fast stuffed myself away and she yanked the nighty down. I grabbed a glass of water like I had just walked in. She faced the sink washing her hands. Heart going crazy. He came in wiped his face and complained about traffic while my cum was slowly leaking down the inside of her thigh under the cloth. That danger only made the next session worse. Two hours later after he slept hard I dragged her back and fucked her standing with her face mashed into the airy cloth hanging near the window. I made her say dirty things about how she loves her devar cock more than her husband while I filled her again.
Now every weekend when he goes for overtime I know the kitchen will see fresh messes. Spilled masala and mixed juices. She still pretends to scold me soft at first but her body always opens like it has been waiting the whole day. My lund stays marked with the smell of her chut and cooking oil together. I would not trade this for any girlfriend. The way she looks back over her shoulder while I rail her next to boiling milk that sight alone is enough. Sometimes she reaches back and spreads her own cheeks so I can watch my thick cock disappear and come out shiny. Other days she drops fully to her knees on the cold tiles the second I enter the kitchen and takes me deep till her eyes water. Once she even let me rub my cock between her greasy roti making hands then finished me with those same fingers till I shot across the atta plate. We cleaned it with laughing and more touching.
I know it is wrong as hell but the wrong is what keeps my cock rock hard the whole day. Every creak of the kitchen door now gives me a jolt. She has started wearing thinner nighties with nothing underneath knowing I will walk in. Last time she left a small hickey on the side of my neck by accident and I had to invent a cricket ball story for brother. We almost got stuck that afternoon when the neighbor aunty knocked for sugar. Sunita had my cock still in her mouth under the counter height and I had to talk normal while she kept licking slow like a devil. I nearly flooded her throat right then.
Anyway that is how the kitchen became our filthy playground. No romance no slow music just raw need heat sweat and the constant fear of the gate opening. My balls stay emptied and she walks around with that private glow only I know the reason for. If brother ever changes his shift I might go crazy from missing those counter sessions. For now every time I smell jeera and hear the kadai I get hard like the first day. And she still bends a little extra when she knows I am watching.
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