In the serene, tree-lined suburbs of Pune, where old bungalows hid behind high compound walls and bougainvillea crept over iron gates, Mahesh Sharma lived with his 22-year-old daughter, Bhavya. He had raised her alone after her mother left when Bhavya was barely three. Now, fresh out of college and staying home while she figured out her future, the house felt smaller, warmer, and far more dangerous than it ever had. Mahesh was 45, still powerfully built from years in the construction business. Salt-and-pepper hair, strong arms, and quiet confidence. Bhavya had grown into a breathtaking young woman — long, wavy auburn hair, bright green eyes she inherited from her mother, and a body that curved generously in all the right places. She moved around the house in tiny shorts and loose tank tops, completely at ease, unaware — or perhaps fully aware — of the effect she had on him. It began innocently. Late-night movies on the large sofa in the living room. Bhavya would curl into his side li...
I’ve been with Arjun for almost three years now. Everyone thinks we’re the perfect couple, and he’s even been dropping hints about marriage. But our sex life is completely boring. He’s happy with plain missionary or lazy doggy style, even after I clearly told him I wanted it rough — choking, slapping, name-calling, the works. I’m actually very kinky. I crave humiliation and degradation. The thought of being used like a cheap whore turns me on like nothing else.
Arjun is sweet, but in bed he’s too gentle. Plus, his dick is only 5.5 inches. My toys are thicker and longer than him. Last Wednesday, feeling extremely frustrated, I downloaded a dating app. I put up hot photos — deep cleavage, ass in tight yoga pants, no face. I wasn’t planning to cheat, I just needed toxic attention badly.
That’s where Vikram entered. His username was “DaddyLongStroke”. The moment we matched, he started dominating me. He called me a “cheating little randi” who has a boyfriend but still spreads her legs for bigger cocks. His filthy words made my pussy drip instantly. I told him how wet I was, and he ordered me to go to Arjun right then and make him eat my pussy while thinking about Daddy.
I did exactly that. That night I sat on Arjun’s face in the dark, grinding hard while imagining Vikram’s huge cock. Arjun had no idea why I was so wet and horny. He thought he was doing a great job. It was the hottest thing he’d done in months.
After a few days of dirty chat and humiliating tasks, I finally gave in. Vikram picked me up right after my gym session in Andheri. He drove me to a secluded spot near the mangrove forest in Goregaon, where hardly anyone goes in the evening. The moment we parked, he pulled me out of the car.
“Bend over, you desperate slut,” he growled.
He spanked my tight ass hard till it turned red, then pushed two thick fingers straight into my asshole. I wasn’t a virgin there, but Arjun had only tried once and given up. Vikram was rough and knew what he was doing. He made me push out my ass while he fingered me deep, calling me his “personal Mumbai whore”.
He made me put my vibrator inside my dripping pussy on full speed and keep it there. Then he took out his massive 9-inch cock and pushed it into my ass. It hurt so good. I moaned like a bitch as he stretched me wide open. He fucked my ass hard, gripping my hips, slapping my cheeks, and choking me from behind. He kept the vibrator buzzing the whole time. I came three times — shaking, legs trembling, screaming his name.
After he filled my asshole with his thick, hot cum, he made me push it out. He collected his load in his palm and forced me to lick every drop like an obedient cumslut. “Swallow Daddy’s seed, Priya.”
Comments
Post a Comment