Yaar last Thursday I was just packing my bag at the software park when my senior Sunil messaged sudden. Come home for dinner da my wife made mutton biryani special and some friends cancelled. I said ok boss on the way. Never thought this would become the indian private dinner sex story that still makes my cock jump when I remember.
Reached their apartment block in Hyderabad around eight. Third floor flat, simple colony type. Door opened and there she stood Kavita in pale green saree blouse little low. Hair open smelling coconut oil mixed with frying smell. She smiled soft and said come in Suresh bhaiya Sunil got stuck in some client call will join late maybe. Sit sit I keep plates ready.
Living room small TV on mute ceiling fan creaking. Table already laid with slow cooker biryani salad raita. I sat like proper guest trying not look at how blouse strained when she bent for water bottle. She brought steel plate served huge heap then sat opposite fucking close knees almost touching under table.
We talked office bullshit first. She asked about new project how late men stay. I said better than office canteen this food. She laughed then put hand on my arm about five seconds too long. Biryani damn good she cooked proper. Midway she stood to refill and when she leaned over I saw dark nipple outline through thin blouse no bra fuck. My pants tightened fast.
She noticed me staring I think because she sat again and this time her bare foot brushed my ankle under table and stayed. I almost choked on meat. She said softly you looking tensed yaar long day. Let me massage shoulder after food. I mumbled something dumb and kept eating but my dick was full hard already leaking pre.
Lights Dimmed And Hands Got Bold
After second helping she cleared plates quick then dimmed main light left one lamp. Sat next to me on sofa not chair. Said Sunil will take another hour at least let me loosen your neck. I leaned forward she knelt behind on cushions fingers digging strong into shoulders. Her breath hit my ear warm then her tits pressed flat against my back through saree. Fuck that soft heavy feel.
I turned little her face so close. She whispered I get lonely these late nights he always stuck office. You young and strong looking. Before I could reply she kissed my neck wet. I grabbed her waist pulled her around onto my lap facing me. Saree climbed up her thighs brown smooth. She ground right on my hard bulge and moaned low like she already wet weeks waiting.
I shoved hands under blouse found those full soft titties nipples rock hard. Squeezed rough she gasped and bit my lip. Got blouse unhooked in seconds those heavy breasts spilled out dark areolas big. I sucked one hard while pinching other. She arched back holding my head pushing more into mouth. Her hand already inside my pant gripping thick shaft skin to skin.
She slid down floor between my knees opened zip. My cock sprang out thick veiny already shiny tip. She stared then licked long from balls to head tasting the leak. Then took half in mouth hot wet sucking hard cheeks hollow. I held her hair and pushed deeper she gagged little spit running down but kept going bobbing like hungry slut. Those eyes looking up while lips stretched around my rod damn filthy.
I lifted her up stripped the saree full off. Only thin cotton panty left soaked dark in middle. Ripped that easy two fingers inside her cunt already dripping slippery. She rode my hand moaning louder now saying randi bana do mujhe then grabbed my cock again to line up.
Table Cleared For Hard Fucking
We knocked plates aside half I pushed her back on dining table legs open wide. I spat on my cock and shoved full length in one go. Her pussy stretched tight then gripped squeezing. She yelled yes fuck deeper and wrapped legs around my waist. I pounded hard table shaking legs of chair scraping floor. Her big tits bounced each thrust I slapped them red marks coming.
She came first all sudden juices coating my balls. Kept fucking through it she shook and clawed my back. Then I pulled out flipped her face down bent over table edge. Entered again from behind deeper angle. Hands on her waist slamming so skin slap sound mixed with her yes yes harder. I reached front rubbed her clit fast she squirted little on my fingers and table.
After long stretch I was close moved us back to sofa. Sat down she climbed reverse cowgirl sinking slow till balls deep. Started bouncing fast her ass slapping my thighs. I watched that brown round ass jiggle held cheeks spread snatch tighter. She reached behind rubbing balls then told me fill me inside no pull out. I lost it slammed up hard and shot thick ropes deep in her cunt pulsing long.
We stayed locked breathing heavy my cum already leaking out white when she lifted. She turned kissed messy then got on knees again cleaned my cock with tongue sucking last drops. I was half hard again already she laughed and said dinner not finished wait.
She went kitchen came back with leftover raita. Smeared cold yogurt on my dick then licked it slow filthy. Sucked full again till I was steel. Then she lay on carpet legs spread high pulled me down. Second round I fucked slower deep grinding her gspot. She came again squirting more wetting carpet. I flipped her side ways lifted one leg high pounded till I filled her second load.
Later we heard keys faint in corridor. She jumped wiped quick pulled saree rough. I stuffed cock back pants heart hammering. Sunil entered looking tired. She acted normal poured him water said Suresh about to leave food over. I made quick excuse about early meeting tomorrow and got out still sticky between legs. In auto home I could still smell her pussy on my fingers and feel how sore my cock was from all that hard slamming.
Next day office Sunil thanked me for coming said wife liked the company. I just nodded forced smile while thinking how his wife had my cum dripping down her thighs after that dinner table wreck. She messaged once later Sunday saying leftover biryani still there if you want second helping. I deleted but damn I kept the memory replaying every night stroking hard remembering how her cunt gripped and how she begged for it raw and deep.
That private night still burns. The way she opened quiet then became complete animal taking everything I pushed. No soft talk just pure hungry fucking till both empty. Anytime I pass that colony block now my dick reminds me how thin that saree was and how wet she got so fast under the table light. Pure lust no romance just body demanding body and finishing messy both times.
Even weeks later when alone I replay her bent over the wood gripping edges while I drove cock home again and again. The sound of wet slap her moans turning into small screams when I bottomed out. How she pushed back meeting every thrust greedy. After clean up she sat on my lap soft again playing with half hard shaft saying next time cook even better so you stay longer. I left knowing full well I would answer that call if it ever came again no matter risk.
The whole night smelled of spices and sex mixed sweat and raita and her coconut oil hair. Carpet stains we ignored. Table we wiped fast. My shirt buttons half missing from how she pulled. Cock tingling raw from her sharp nails and tight squeeze. Best dinner invite ever and pure hardcore shit I still jerk thinking over blocked number memories.
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