I still get hard thinking about that night in Chandigarh. Work at the call center was shit as usual, phones ringing nonstop, bosses yelling. Tanvi sat two desks away, married for five years, always in tight kurtis that showed her heavy breasts when she leaned. That evening the power cut for a bit and we ended up talking near the water cooler. She smelled of light perfume mixed with sweat. I cracked some dirty joke and she laughed low then said her husband went to his village for three days so the house feels empty. Come have a drink na she told me like it was nothing. I did not think twice.
We took an auto to her society near Sector 22. Small two-bhk, lights dim, AC humming. She poured Old Monk with Coke, no fancy glasses just steel tumblers. After two drinks her hand landed on my thigh. You look at my chest whole day she said straight. I nodded and squeezed one soft breast through the fabric. She moaned soft and pulled me to the bedroom. That is how these indian dirty sex stories start for real, no slow romance just heat building fast.
Clothes Came Off Without Any Talk
Tanvi locked the door even though nobody was home. She peeled her kurti up and those brown nipples were already stiff. Big soft breasts, dark areolas, the kind you want to suck till they ache. I grabbed both and mashed them together, licking across. She pushed my head lower. Open my salwar properly she muttered. I yanked it down with the panty in one go. Her chut was already wet, thick black bush trimmed a bit in the middle, lips swollen. I shoved two fingers in and she was hot inside, gripping me. Fuck your fingers feel thick she said grinding down.
I made her sit on the edge of the bed and spread her thighs wide. Licked that chut slow at first then hard, sucking the clit while fingering deep. She tasted salty sweet, juices running down my chin. Tanvi pulled my hair and kept saying harder beta harder like she forgot I was only twenty-nine and she thirty-two. I slapped her inner thigh once and she jumped then laughed dirty. Do it again. So I did, left a red mark, then buried my face back in. She came quick, thighs clamping my ears, whole body shaking, wetness coating my mouth.
My lund was painfully hard by then, leaking at the tip. I stood and dropped my pants. She stared at it thick and dark, veins standing. It is bigger than my husband she whispered almost happy. Grabbed it with both hands and started stroking rough, spit on the head, then took it in her mouth. No gentle blowjob. She sucked loud, gagging herself on purpose, spit dripping on her breasts. I held her head and fucked her face slow at first then deeper. Tears came but she kept going, choking sounds filling the room. When I pulled out strings of spit connected her lips to my lund.
First Round On The Bed Turned Filthy Fast
I pushed her back and climbed on. Rubbed the head up and down her wet slit then rammed in full. She screamed once then bit her lip. It stretched her good. Tight married chut gripping every inch. I started pounding hard right away, bed creaking, her breasts bouncing wild. Talk dirty she demanded between moans. So I did. Your chut is so fucking greedy taking my full lund like a randi. She loved it, nails digging my back. Call me randi again. I did while slamming deeper. Yes you married randi letting office junior wreck this hole while husband is away.
I flipped her on all fours. That gaand looked round and firm, dark hole winking. I spit on it and rubbed my thumb while fucking her chut from behind. She pushed back meeting every thrust. Slap my gaand hard she said. I landed open palm smacks till both cheeks burned red. Juices were flying, wet sounds loud. I reached under and rubbed her clit rough. She came again squirting a little on the sheet, whole body jerking. I did not stop. Kept hammering till my balls tightened. Pulled out and shot thick ropes across her back and gaand. White cum dripping down her crack. She reached back and smeared it then licked her fingers.
We rested only ten minutes. She went to kitchen naked, came back with more rum and a towel. Cleaned us a bit then climbed on top. I want to ride now she said. Lowered herself slow on my half-hard lund till it stiffened full inside her again. She bounced hard, breasts slapping, hair sticking to sweaty face. I held her hips and thrust up meeting her. The sight of my thick shaft disappearing in that hairy chut made me growl. Lean forward I told her. She did and I sucked one nipple hard while she rode. Bit it too. She yelped then ground faster.
After some time I felt her tighten again. Cum on my lund she ordered. I flipped us without pulling out, put her legs on my shoulders and drilled deep. That angle hit something and she started babbling half Hindi half English. Maaro saale maaro. Destroy this chut. I did exactly that, relentless, sweat dripping on her. When I came the second time I stayed buried and pumped every drop inside. She clenched milking me. We stayed locked like that breathing heavy.
Bathroom Round And More Mess
Later she dragged me to the bathroom saying we both stink of sex. Under the shower she soaped my lund till it stood again. Then turned facing the wall, arched her back. Put it in gaand this time she said quiet but clear. I hesitated one second then pressed the head to that tight dark hole. Used soap and spit. Pushed slow. She hissed and pushed back herself. Once the head popped in she moaned long. Full it. I fed her more inch by inch till my hips touched her red cheeks. So fucking tight. Started moving careful then harder when she told me not to go soft.
I fucked her gaand under the warm water, one hand on her shoulder one rubbing her clit. She came shaking so hard I had to hold her up. The grip around my lund was insane. I lasted maybe five more minutes then pulled out and came on her lower back again. Water washed some away but plenty stuck. She turned, kissed me messy with tongue, tasting of rum and cunt. We soaped each other slow after, fingers exploring. I fingered her chut clean of my earlier load while she stroked me soft.
Back on the bed we smoked one cigarette she kept hidden. She talked about how husband is boring in bed, always five minutes and done, never eats her or talks filthy. I just listened and played with her nipples. Soon she was wet again. Third time I made her lie on side, lifted one leg and entered from behind spoon style. Slow deep strokes this time, hand on her throat light. She liked the pressure. Whispered more randi talk in my ear. I kept that pace long, building till she came quiet but hard, then I followed filling her chut once more.
By morning my lund was sore and her chut and gaand both puffy. She made chai naked, served me in bed like nothing. Said next time husband goes she will call again. Maybe bring a toy or something. I left around seven before society people woke much. Walked out with that heavy satisfied ache in my balls. At office next day she sat normal, smiled once when nobody watched. We never talked about love or future. Just raw need. Sometimes at night I still stroke thinking how her married holes took everything I gave without complaint. That Chandigarh flat night ruined me for soft girls forever.
We met two more times after that before her husband returned permanent. Each round dirtier. Once on the kitchen counter with her salwar around ankles while she chopped nothing just for show. Another time I made her wear only the mangalsutra and fucked her standing against the wall till neighbors could have heard if they tried. She came so loud that time I had to cover her mouth. Cum leaked down her thighs after and she refused to clean till I left. Proper filthy woman when the door locked. I still save her number under a fake name. Maybe one day the village trip happens again.
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