Hey guys! This is Aryan Kapur from South Kolkata. Friends can call me Abhi too. So, I am 30 now, and can be called a later bloomer. I’m 5’6″, good looking and blessed with a 6.5″ dick which is has satisfied every girl, woman and milf I have ever fucked. I am half Muslim. You can read real life experiences here. I write these experiences as want to share my experiences anonymously with you guys. I am thoroughly enjoying speaking to the ladies and gentlemen who wrote to me with feedback and I hope to get more.
After that night, Swati and I saw each other a couple of times, but never when we were alone. Jenny had left for Thailand. Swati’s husband was back. I was chilling in the flat sometimes but mostly I would come home, due to work pressure and long work hours due to a project. Sofia texted me one day.
Sofia: Hey, are you busy?
Me: Tell me
Sofia: Why are you not coming the flat these days?
Me: I am busy with work. Why? Anything happened?
Sofia: Nothing like that. I just thought you only liked Jenny’s cooking. I can also cook you know.
Me: I liked more than just Jenny’s cooking ?
Sofia: I know. We could all hear how you showed your appreciation
Me: Really?
Sofia: Of course. The walls are thin you know.
Me: I didn’t know you were listening
Sofia: In fact, the last week before Jenny left, I thought I will have to save Jenny from you because you made her scream so much.
Me: Well that was a good night.
I remembered my tryst with Swati and started getting horny. Sofia’s text brought me back.
Sofia: I am leaving for Thailand tomorrow morning. Should I leave the keys with landlady or will you come and take it?
At this point, I was getting naughty thoughts about Sofia. So, I agreed.
Me: I will come and take it.
Sofia: Cool. See you in the evening.
I finished work that day and headed over to the flat. On my way, I popped my head in to Swati’s stores to check if she was there. I saw her chatting with another woman. She noticed me, started at me trying not to smile.
I went up to the flat thinking maybe Sofia was cooking something for me (if you know what I mean). To my surprise there were two other ladies with their luggage who would also be leaving with Sofia. Dismayed I asked her for the keys of the flat. She asked me to come in to her room. She handed me the keys and as I was turning around, she held my hand, came close and spoke very softly.
Sofia: I will be back in a month’s time. Will you pick me up from the airport?
This was the first time I was so close to Sofia and there was heavenly smell around her.
Me: Of course.
Sofia: I’ll join work one week after coming back. Can you show me around the city then?
Me: Sure. Anything you want.
Sofia: Anything?
Me: Yes Sofia.
Sofia: I’ll remember to want a lot then. (Smiling)
Me: You’ll get all you want, and then some more.
Her friends called her to kitchen and she left. I had dinner at the flat and left. On my way down, I saw Swati was sitting alone in the shop. I went in and asked for something. She smiled coyly and came forward to give it to me holding it close to her chest. I extended my hand to take it and she moved the product giving me clearance to grab her left boob.
And I did grab her boob and squeezed them. She moaned softly and closed her eyes. I wanted to fuck her right then and there, but she came to her senses when we heard the shutter of nearby shop go down. She said it’s time to shut the shop. The fire was burning on both sides and at any time we could explode. I slipped her my number in piece of paper from my wallet (I always keep my number written on few pieces of paper in case I need to quietly slip it to a woman), along with the cash and left. Now I came home and waited for her text.
I woke up the next day and saw her text in the morning. We started planning.
Swati: Bade tez ho tum (You’re very sharp)
Me: Kyun ji? (Why?)
Swati: Kaagaz pe number ready rakhte ho. Kitne ladies ko diya hai aise? (Number written ready on the paper. How many women have you slipped your number like that?)
Me: Yeh sab jaanne ke liye message kiya? (You messaged me to know all this?)
Swati: Haan ji. Main bhi toh jaanu maine kisko kiraaye pe ghar diya hai (Yes. I need to know who I’ve given my flat on rent)
Me: Achha? Aur kya kya jaanna hai? (Really? What else do you want to know?)
Swati: Sofia bhi chali gayi. Flat khaali rahega kya? (Sofia’s also gone. The flat will be empty?)
Me: Kyun? Main hoon na. Usse Khushi nahi hai aapko? (Why? I’m there. You’re not happy with that?)
Swati: Khush karne ka kaam kiya kahaan tumne. (You haven’t done anything to make me happy yet.
Me: Main toh abhi aa jaaunga flat pe. Aap Khushi lene aa jaao. (I’ll come over to the flat now. Come and take your happiness)
Swati: Dhat pagle. Aaj nahi. Woh jaa rahe hai Agartala kaam pe parso 4 din ke liye. Aake dekhungi flat ko kis haal mein rakha hai (Shut up. Not today. My husband is leaving for Agartala for four days on a business trip. I’ll come and check how you’ve kept my flat)
Me: Time leke aana. Achhe se dikhaaunga. (Come with ample time. You’ll have a lot to see.)
Two days later it was a Saturday. I went in early, cleaned the flat, made the bed, showered and arranged some alcohol and hookah. I was chilling and fell asleep. Around 12 pm I woke and texted her.
Me: Kya hua? Aap bhi Agartala chali gayi kya?
Swati: Nahi. Main kab se ready hun. Beti ko bhi mausi ke ghar bhej diya 2 din ke liye. Lekin… (No. I’m ready. I’ve sent my daughter to my sister’s place for two days, but…)
Me: Lekin?
Swati: Dar lag raha hai. Kabhi kiya nahi hai aisa kuch. (I’m scared. I’ve never done anything like this before.)
Me: Uff! Kitna naatak hai tumhara. Jaldi aa jaao. Aisa mauka har roz nahi milega. (Uff. You’re doing a lot of drama. Hurry up and come. We won’t get a time like this again.)
Within 3 minutes, the door knocked. I ran thinking it was her. But it was the water delivery guy. He gave a jar a water and was leaving when I saw Swati come up the stairs. She froze seeing the water guy but regained her composure and kept climbing up pretending she was going up. The boy left, and I left the door open.
She walked in wearing a red saree all dolled up and locked the door behind her. I could see she was breathing heavily and was nervous. Scared even. I walked towards her, held her hand and brought her towards me. I hugged her and could feel her heart beating hard.
I held her in my arms, walked her to the bedroom and made her sit on the bed. I asked her to relax and asked her if she wanted a drink. She spoke.
Swati: Kabhi daaru nahi piya maine. (I’ve never had alcohol)
Me: Ab kaunsa ghar jaana hai tumhe. Pee lo. Relaxed feel hoga. (You don’t need to go home today. Have some. You’ll feel relaxed)
I made a small peg for her and large for me. I handed her the drink and to my surprise she just went bottoms up.
Swati: Ek aur bana. Kitne mein nasha hoga? (Make one more. How many till I feel drunk?)
Me: Dekhte hai (let’s see)
I knew she was game and was rearing to go wild with me. So, I made large peg this time. And would you believe me she went bottoms up again. I asked her slow down and sat next to her. She was looking at me and I was looking at her. This time she extends her face ahead and kissed me. I knew the alcohol had taken effect. She was kissing me slowly. Soft romantic kisses.
I still had my drink with me, so I took a sip and kissed her. She smooched and sucked all the alcohol out of my mouth and was now kissing me deeply. She broke the kiss, took the drink from my hand did another bottoms up and started kissing me again. She had her arms around me and was holding me tight.
After 10-15 minutes, she ran out of breath and broke the kiss. I didn’t let her go. I kept kissing her neck, behind her ear, nape, cheeks. She was moaning lightly now and spoke.
Swati: Kab se kisi ne mujhe kiss bhi nahi kiya. Aur us Jenny ko tu kaise janwaaron jaise chodta tha! (I haven’t been kissed so long. And you used to fuck Jenny so wildly)
Me: Tumko kaise pata main Jenny ko kaise chodta tha? (How do you know how I fucked Jenny?)
Swati: Sunti thi main uski cheekhein aur aahein. Jab bhi dekhti thi tu aata hai, mein uppar waale room mein sone aati thi. Teri and Jenny ki chudaai sunke ungli karti thi yeh sochke ki mujhe bhi tu randi ki tarah pelega! (I could hear you making her scream and moan. Whenever I saw you come at night, I would sleep in the room upstairs. I would finger myself hearing you two fuck and think when you will also fuck me like a whore!)
I was shocked but more turned on.
Me: Aaj toh mauka mil gaya tujhe meri randi banne ka. Kaam pe lag toh phir meri Raand. (Today you got your chance to become my whore. Get to work then my whore.)
She got up and dropped her pallu. She thought she was going to be in control, but I surprised her by pulling her back to bed. She was taken by surprise and looked at me wide-eyed while being drunk.
I just slid her saree and petticoat up and yanked her panty down. I started licking her pussy and she was so surprised with what happened in less than 10 seconds that she screamed once and put her hand over her mouth to control but started moaning and sighing immediately. She started taking off her blouse and I opened my t-shirt.
I licked her moist pussy till it was wet and had soaked my mouth, neck, and shoulder. She came once, and the bed had already developed a wet spot by the time I finished going down on her.
I stood up and spoke.
Me: Ab apna jaadu dikhaao meri raand (Show me your magic my whore)
She kept looking in to my eyes and took off her saree and petticoat. She was only in her blouse and black bra which matched her panty. She then reached to my pant while staring into my eyes. As she reached my dick, her eyes widened. She brought my hard dick out and was looking at it wide-eyed.
Swati: Yeh itna bada laura maine kabhi dekha bhi nahi. Mere pati ka isse aadha bhi nahi hai. (I’ve never seen such a big dick. My husband’s is not even half of this.)
Me: Choos ke dikhaao randi ki tarah. (Suck it like a whore now)
She took off her blouse and I unclipped her bra with one hand. And started mauling her breasts. She was taking her mangal sutra off, but I stopped her. She got my gesture and grabbed my hard dick again. She opened her mouth and started sucking my dick.
She got the groove after a few minutes and I started getting harder. She felt it too. She was fingering herself while sucking me. She sucked my dick for a good 15 minutes while running out of breath.
Her moans were louder and longer. I stopped her now and told her to get on the bed. She spread her legs and welcomed me. I teased her.
Me: Kya chahiye? (What do you want?)
Swati: Randi ki tarah chudna chahti ho tujhse (I want to be fucked like a whore by you)
I moved forward and touched my dick on her pussy. She sighed long and hard. I teased her again.
Me: Kya chahiye bol? (Tell me what do you want?)
Swati: Mat tadpa aur. Mar jaaungi aise. Bheek maangti hun tujhse, chod de mujhe. (Please don’t tease me like this. I’ll die. I’m begging you to fuck me.)
I popped the head of my dick in her pussy and slowly went in deep. She was hell tight and due to the oral sex, our genitals were hot for each other. I went in and out slowly as she had her eyes closed and kept moaning. She was comfortable with my dick now and it was time to make her feel like a whore.
I put my hands under her back and locked her shoulders and started thrusting hard. She was now feeling my dick’s force and started letting out screams. She was probably regretting telling me she wanted to feel like a whore.
Me: Kaisa lag raha hai randi? (How do you feel whore?)
Swati: Aah aah…chode jaa mujhe…aisa dard kabhi aaah feel nahi kiya…aah (aah aah, keep fucking me, I’ve never felt this pain aah)
She was turning me on more. I started railing her harder. She came in 5 to 10 minutes and I could feel my penis tickle inside her pussy when her discharge happened.
I changed our position and put her legs on my shoulder. I slid down a little and she could feel my dick go in harder and she was shocked. She didn’t know what was happening and wasn’t prepared.
Swati: Meri chut ke oooh itne andar aaj tak kuch aaaah nahi gaya hai. (Nothing has been so deep inside my vagina)
Me: Abhi toh aur andar jaana hai. (I will go in deeper)
And before she could react and pushed down and punched through her cervix. It was very pleasurable to me. She immediately screamed but this was different. She came again.
Swati: Aaaaah! Madarchod mere bachchedaani ke andar ghus gaya! Aaah (Aaah. Motherfucker you went inside my cervix. Aah)
Me : Randi ke tarah chudna tha na tujhe. Ab ban meri randi. (You wanted to get fucked like a whore, now be my whore)
Swati: Chod le, maar de mujhe. Jo karna hai kar. (Fuck me, kill me. Do whatever you want)
I railed her hard and friction of her cervix rubbing against my cock head felt amazing.
Swati: Aaaah Tu apna virya mujhe dena. Ufffff Apne pati ke khaane mein aaha milaungi. Kya mard hai tu ui maa aur kya nalla hai woh (Give me your sperms. I’ll put it in my husband’s food. What a man you are and what a loser he is) [Things women say!]
She was turning me on and I kept fucking her. I held her head and pulled her on top of me as I lied down, and she started riding me. He boobs bouncing as I squeezed them.
I was amazed to see this conservative housewife and mother riding me like a whore and her face reassured me that any woman can become a slut to fulfill her needs.
I was going to cum and told her the same. She rode me harder and when I was about to cum, she got off and started sucking my dick and swallowed every drop of cum. She collapsed on me after having orgasmed 3-4 times.
She couldn’t get up the next day as I had fucked the life out her. There were hand marks all over her breasts, neck, shoulders, back. I had scratch marks on my back, love bites on my neck, and was extremely satisfied with how obedient she was. We fucked the entire weekend and she drank a lot. She even had nonveg food for the first time in her life. She lived her life that weekend. She wasn’t kidding about feeding her husband my sperm. She would take my sperm in small bottles and allegedly she put it in his tea and tiffin[things women do]. We fucked each for many months before she shifted to Jharkhand with her husband.
I know this story was extremely long, but if you want to know what happens in the next part send me feedback on Instagram – writer_abhi.kapur or DM me. Also, don’t ask me for contacts details of the girls in my stories.
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