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Pune business hotel night I wrecked that bold guest hard

Pune business hotel night I wrecked that bold guest hard

7 min readHinglish Sex Stories

Last month company packed me off to Pune for a client pitch near Hinjewadi. Decent three-star hotel, nothing fancy, but the AC worked and the bed looked solid. I checked in around seven, dumped my bag, and went down for a quick drink because the day had been long and my head was full of numbers. That night became my hinglish hotel sex story even though I never planned anything dirty.

Lobby bar was half empty. I ordered a strong rum and sat in the corner. Then this woman walked in wearing a simple black kurti that still hugged her hips hard. Medium height, thick thighs, heavy chest, hair open. She looked around, spotted the empty stool next to me and sat without asking. Name was Sneha, she said, here for some training workshop from her office in Nashik. Voice was low and bold already.

We talked random shit about traffic and bad hotel tea. She kept brushing her knee against mine like it was nothing. After second drink she leaned close and said yaar room mein AC thanda nahi hai mere wale mein, tera kaisa hai. I told her mine is fine. She smiled slow and said toh chalte hain check karte hain. No more talk. We took the lift. My hand already on her lower back. She did not pull away.

Room Door Barely Closed Before Hands Went Wild

Inside 412 I locked the door and she pushed me against it. Kiss was rough, teeth and tongue, tasting of rum. She grabbed my crotch straight through the pants and said yeh tight ho gaya already. I pulled her kurti up and her bra was simple black but the boobs spilled heavy when I unhooked it. Dark nipples, thick and already hard. I sucked one hard while pinching the other. She moaned low and said aur zor se chus saale.

I walked her back to the bed and pushed her down. Skirt and panty came off in one pull. Her chut was already wet, thick lips, trimmed hair. I pushed two fingers in and she was hot inside. She opened legs wider and said ungli mat ghusao abhi, lund chahiye. I dropped my pants. My lund was fully stiff, veins showing. She sat up, grabbed it with both hands and spat on the head. Then she took it deep in her mouth like she was hungry for days. Wet sounds filled the room. She gagged once but kept going, spit running down my balls. I held her hair and fucked her face slow at first then faster. She looked up with watery eyes and said aur andar daal, pura.

I pulled out before I finished and flipped her onto all fours. That gaand was round and firm. I slapped it once and she jumped then laughed. I rubbed my lund on her wet chut and pushed in hard in one go. She cried out aah madarchod itna mota. I started pounding without warmup. Bed creaked loud. Her heavy boobs swung under her. I reached around and squeezed them while slamming deep. She pushed back to meet every thrust and kept saying haan aise hi maar, meri chut phaad de.

Sweat started on both of us. Hotel AC could not keep up. I pulled out, flipped her again, put her legs on my shoulders and drove back in even deeper. That angle hit something because she started shaking and her nails dug into my arms. Her chut clenched tight around me and she came hard, juice running down to the sheet. I did not stop. Kept fucking through her orgasm till she was gasping and saying ruk ja thoda. I did not listen. I wanted my own release.

I pulled out, stroked twice and shot thick ropes across her stomach and boobs. She rubbed it into her skin like cream and said next round andar nahi nikalna. I laughed and went to the bathroom for water. When I came back she was still naked, legs open, playing with her own clit. My lund twitched again already. Pune nights can be like that when the maal is this hungry.

Second Round Got Filthier And Louder

She pulled me down and we sixty-nined for a bit. Her mouth was messy and perfect. I licked her swollen chut and pushed my tongue inside while she sucked me back to full hardness. Then she climbed on top in cowgirl. She sank down slow, taking every inch, and started riding hard. Those heavy boobs bounced right in my face. I sucked them again while she ground her clit on my base. She said dekh kaise le rahi hoon tera lund poora. I spanked her ass cheeks red and she only rode faster.

After some minutes she got tired and I took over. I rolled her onto her side, lifted one leg and fucked her deep from behind in that position. Hand on her throat light, just enough pressure. She loved it. Her voice went hoarse saying aur tight pakad, mera gale daba. I did. Her chut made wet squelching noises every time I bottomed out. The headboard started banging the wall. Someone next door could hear for sure but neither of us cared.

I felt close again so I pulled out and told her to get on her knees on the floor. She did, mouth open. I fucked her face again, holding her head, using her throat. Tears came but she kept her hands on my thighs pulling me deeper. When I came the second time I held still and emptied straight down her throat. She swallowed most of it, some spilled on her chin. She wiped it with a finger and licked that too. Dirty girl, full desi style, no shyness left.

We lay on the ruined sheets catching breath. She asked for a smoke. I had none so she just drank water from the bottle and then climbed back on me. Third round she wanted it in the gaand. I was surprised but ready. I used spit and some lotion from her bag. Finger first, slow. She breathed deep and said ab lund daal dheere se. I pushed the head in. Tight as hell. She hissed but pushed back. Inch by inch I sank in till my hips met her cheeks. Then I fucked her ass slow and deep. She rubbed her own chut the whole time and came again while I was buried there. The feeling was too much. I lasted maybe five minutes before I flooded her gaand with the last load I had.

After that we both crashed. Woke up around two in the morning sticky and sore. She went to her own room to grab a clean nighty and came back. We showered together, soaping each other, and I got hard one more time under the water. Bent her against the tiles and fucked her standing from behind, water running over us. Short and rough. She came quick, legs shaking, and I pulled out to finish on her lower back.

Checkout Morning Still Not Enough

Morning alarm went at seven. Body ached in good ways. Sneha was already awake, scrolling phone naked under the sheet. She looked at my morning wood and smirked. Without a word she stroked me, then sat on it reverse cowgirl facing the window. Curtains half open but we were high enough. She bounced slow at first then hard, her gaand slapping my thighs. I held her hips and thrust up. She came once more, quiet this time, biting her lip. I followed soon after, deep inside her chut, no condom the whole night like idiots but she said she was on pills.

We cleaned up, ordered room service chai and toast like nothing filthy had happened. She dressed in fresh clothes, kissed me once hard, and said next time you are in Pune call me. Gave her number and left for her workshop. I sat on the bed smelling sex and sweat, smiling like a fool. Client meeting later went fine somehow. I flew back the next day with sore balls and the memory stuck permanent.

That whole night was pure need, no romance, just two people using each other hard in a plain hotel room. Her chut, her mouth, her gaand, all took my lund without complaint. Every time I think of Pune now I remember the creaking bed and her voice saying maar saale aur tez. Best work trip I ever got paid for. If another chance comes I am booking the same hotel again and hoping she is free.

Some nights when I am alone I still replay how she swallowed, how tight her ass gripped me, how her heavy boobs looked covered in my cum. Desi women like her hide this fire under simple kurtis and then burn you alive once the door locks. I got lucky that evening at the bar. Would do every filthy minute again without changing a thing.

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