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Wild Chandigarh Hotel Night With a Bold Stranger

Wild Chandigarh Hotel Night With a Bold Stranger

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I never planned any of this crap. Work dumped me in Chandigarh for three days of boring meetings and I booked a mid-range hotel near the market because it was cheap and close. First night I was sitting alone in the lobby lounge sipping a whiskey when this woman walked in wearing a tight black dress that hugged every curve. Thick thighs, heavy chest, hair open, and that look like she already knew men stared. This indian hotel sex story started right there when our eyes locked and she came straight to the empty stool next to me.

She ordered a gin and asked if the ice was always this weak here. I laughed and said the whole place felt half-asleep. Her name was Kavita. She told me she was in town sorting her divorce papers and needed air from her flat. Thirty-one years old, no kids, body still soft and full in the right places. I am Manish, thirty-four, sales guy who travels too much and fucks too little. We talked shit about traffic and bosses for twenty minutes then she put her hand on my thigh under the table and squeezed once hard.

She said my room or yours. I told her mine was upstairs on the fifth floor and the key card was already burning my pocket. We rode the lift in silence. The second the door clicked shut behind us she pushed me against the wall and kissed like she was starving. Tongue deep, teeth on my lip, hand already opening my belt. I grabbed her ass with both palms and felt how thick and warm it was. No slow romance bullshit. She wanted cock and I was ready to give it raw.

Clothes Hit the Floor Fast

Kavita peeled that dress off in one pull. No bra, just heavy breasts with dark nipples already hard. Black panties soaked at the center. I pushed her onto the bed and yanked those off. Her chut was shaved neat with a thin strip, lips swollen and wet. I shoved two fingers inside and she moaned loud enough the next room had to hear. She cursed in Hindi mixed with English saying aur andar, deeper you bastard. I finger-fucked her hard till her thighs shook then dropped my pants. My lund was fully stiff, thick vein showing, tip already leaking.

She sat up, spit on her palm and stroked me rough. Then she took the whole head in her mouth without teasing. Warm wet throat, eyes looking up while she sucked like a hungry whore. Gagging sounds, spit running down my balls. I held her hair and thrust slow at first then faster till she choked and pulled off gasping. She wiped her chin and said now put it in before I change my mind. I flipped her onto all fours, slapped that round gaand once, and rubbed my cock along her dripping slit.

I pushed in deep in one go. Her chut stretched tight around me and she screamed into the pillow. I did not wait. Hips slamming, balls smacking her clit, both hands gripping her waist so hard marks would stay. The bed frame hit the wall in rhythm. Sweat already covering my chest. She pushed back meeting every thrust and kept begging harder Manish thoda tezz. I reached under and pinched her nipples while pounding. Juices coated my lund and dripped onto the sheet.

She Switched Positions Like She Owned Me

After ten minutes of doggy she shoved me onto my back and climbed on. Cowgirl style she sank down slow till her ass sat on my hips. Then she rode like she was trying to break me. Breasts bouncing hard, mouth open, one hand rubbing her own clit. I held her hips and rutted up into her. The wet slap sound filled the room. She leaned down so her tits hung in my face and I sucked one nipple while pinching the other. Her insides clenched and she came hard, shaking, dripping more Navy fluid down my cock and balls.

I was not done. Rolled her over, put her legs on my shoulders and folded her almost in half. Full deep strokes that hit her cervix. She cursed continuously. Saala itna bada lund kahan se laya. I spat on her face a little and she licked it smiling dirty. I pulled out, flipped her again, and pushed the tip against her tight gaand. She froze then nodded fast saying go slow first. I used her own wetness as lube and eased halfway in. She hissed but pushed back wanting more. Inch by inch till my whole cock was buried in her ass.

Anal was even louder. Tight ring gripping me while I fucked short hard jabs. One hand reached around and rubbed her swollen clit. She came again shaking under me. I lasted maybe five more minutes before the heat coiled. I pulled out, flipped her, stroked twice and shot thick ropes of cum across her stomach, breasts and chin. She laughed breathless and rubbed it into her skin like cream.

We lay there breathing heavy for a bit. Then she wiped some cum with her finger and licked it clean. Said room service later, right now I need water and another round. I ordered two beers and a plate of something with my phone still sticky. While waiting she sucked me soft again till I hardened fully. This time she lay on her side, lifted one leg, and I slid back into her pussy from behind. Slow deep strokes watching her profile and the bounce of her breast with every push. She reached back gripping my hair and told me not to finish inside because no pill mess. So I switched to her mouth near the end and emptied a second heavy load down her throat. She swallowed most of it and left some on her tongue to show me then kissed me with the taste still there.

Morning Heat Before Checkout

We fucked once more around three in the morning when both of us woke half hard half wet. Lights still off, only street glow through the curtain. Her on her stomach, me covering her back, cock sliding between her thighs into that hot chut again. Quiet this time almost, just heavy breathing and the wet noise. I came on her lower back and wiped it with the hotel towel.

Morning she showered first while I watched her soap those curves. She came out wet and I bent her over the bathroom counter. Quick hard fuck under the mirror so she could see her own face while I wrecked her. I finished on her ass again. She cleaned up, put the dress back on wrinkled, and kissed me once at the door. Said if you ever come back to Chandigarh message the number she left on hotel pad. Then she left without looking back.

I stayed another night alone and could still smell her on the sheets. Meetings next day dragged like hell because my mind kept replaying her choke on my cock and that tight ass gripping me. I sat through presentations half hard and useless. That night in the same room I jerked off twice thinking of how freely she took everything. No regret, no name drama later, just pure filthy use of each other in a plain hotel bed. Sometimes travel gifts you exactly what you need when you stop playing nice and just take the open door.

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