Let’s begin. My name is Sanjay. My body and health are perfectly fine.
This story goes back to the time when I had just started working in a big company. Every day was the same routine — home to office, office to home. But slowly something inside me began to change. Tension started building. Sitting on my office chair, I kept thinking why I shouldn’t fuck someone too. Other guys had girlfriends and enjoyed themselves. Whenever aunties walked into the office, my eyes automatically went to their heavy breasts. My breathing would quicken and I would feel a slight pull in my cock. I used to wonder how their pussy would feel — wet, tight, perfect for my thick cock.
The pressure kept growing. If those guys could fuck their girlfriends, why couldn’t I fuck these girls and aunties? But I was shit scared of talking to girls, so actually fucking someone felt impossible. Things continued like this for a while.
One day a call came from the Gurgaon guy to the Delhi guy saying some woman had been calling repeatedly and talking dirty. He was scared he might get into trouble. The Delhi guy asked for the number and called her. He went to a corner and spoke with her for thirty minutes. I was shocked — he was actually having filthy phone sex right there in the office. I tried to listen. Some dirty words reached my ears — sucking pussy, fucking with cock. Heat spread through my body. My cock started responding and slowly grew hard. I pressed my thighs together to hide it.
When lunch time came, he left the small phone on his table right next to mine. I looked around to check if anyone was watching. My hands were sweating. I picked up the phone, opened the call history, noted the number carefully and saved it in my own phone. My heart was pounding like I was committing a crime, but that thrill made my cock twitch even more.
I kept staring at the number, wondering what I would say if I called. In my mind I was already imagining that aunty naked. She was probably around forty, with heavy breasts and a thick ass. I pictured her pussy swallowing my cock. The thought made my shaft throb harder. I pressed it down.
Finally I gathered courage and called. She picked up.
Aunty said, “Hello.”
Her mature, slightly heavy voice sent a storm through my body. It sounded like she knew exactly how to talk. My cock reacted instantly and grew even harder.
Me: “Hello.”
Aunty: “Who is this?”
Controlling my voice I said, “I want to talk to you.”
Aunty: “I don’t want to talk.”
I panicked that she might cut the call and ruin everything. I quickly said, “Just talk for a little while. If you don’t like anything, cut the phone without saying anything.”
Aunty: “Speak.”
Relief washed over me. My sweaty palms dried a little.
Me: “Where do you live?”
Aunty: “In the jungle,” she replied and started laughing.
Her laugh was so attractive that my cock jerked again, as if she was inviting me. I understood she was playful. Something was definitely going to happen.
Me: “What is your name?”
Aunty: “Sangeeta.”
I took a deep breath and said, “See Sangeeta ji, I want to fuck your ass.” Then I cut the call.
The moment those words left my mouth my whole body trembled. I had never been so bold. My cock was rock-hard. Heat flooded through me. I took a long breath, pressed my throbbing cock against my thigh and felt it pulse. The room went silent except for my heavy breathing.
Then her calls started coming. The first ring made me jump. After that the phone rang every minute until eleven-thirty at night. Every ring made the fire inside me burn hotter. I didn’t pick up. I just listened and imagined how restless she must be — maybe fingering her dripping slit while thinking about me. My cock grew painfully hard. I pulled it out and stroked slowly. Pre-cum leaked and spread over my fingers.
The next morning I called her. Her voice carried a hint of anger. She said she had been calling so much, why didn’t I answer. I told her I got scared she might be calling for some other reason or that she felt bad. We kept talking after that — morning, afternoon, evening. The bills went from prepaid to postpaid. Slowly the conversations turned filthy. I described exactly how I would fuck her ass. She breathed heavily into the phone and moaned, “Yes Sanjay ji… aahhh… fuck my ass.”
While talking I would stroke my cock. Pre-cum kept leaking. Many times I came hard just from her voice, my body shaking with spasms.
One night after talking I decided the bill was becoming meaningless and told her I wanted to meet, properly prepared. She said both her kids were alone. I told her to manage it somehow. For two days I didn’t call. Those two days felt endless. Every night I imagined her thick ass and my cock stood up. I had to control myself.
When I finally called again she was ready. Excitement was clear in her voice. I asked her to get the auto driver on the line when she was ready to leave. Meanwhile I had already arranged everything. I gave some money to an office staff member and asked him to find a cheap hotel or lodge for two-three hours. He understood, smiled, took five hundred rupees and later gave me the name and address of a small lodge.
When she came out she got the auto driver to call me. I told him to come to a certain spot. When I reached the auto she was staring at me intensely. I got inside and told the driver to go a little further. I sat there without looking back at her even though she kept watching me. My heart was racing but I also felt relieved that she had actually come.
On the way to Noida I started talking to her. She smelled of perfume mixed with Fair & Lovely. Her skin was so fair her cheeks were glowing. I told her to please remove her mangalsutra and keep it at home so the auto driver wouldn’t suspect anything. We reached the hotel, completed the formalities and entered the room.
She sat on the sofa. I was on the bed. My cock was so hard it hurt. She wasn’t speaking at all. Even after I held her hands many times she didn’t move. After some time she said, “You are very good but you are small.” I replied, “Whether good or bad, big or small, whatever happens now will happen.”
She was an aunty but her figure was amazing. In her suit-salwar she looked like pure maal. I pulled her into my arms and started kissing her deeply. Her breathing quickened and she closed her eyes. I kissed her hungrily, pressing her body against mine like a thirsty man finally getting water. Then I removed her suit. Hay! Two perfect heavy breasts. I slowly made her completely naked and got naked myself.
When I unhooked her bra her breasts sprang free. They were firm and full, like inflated balloons that don’t compress when you press them. Even without the bra they stayed perky and didn’t sag. I spent the next thirty minutes completely focused on her tits. I took one heavy breast in my mouth, licked the stiff nipple with my tongue until it hardened into a sensitive peak, then sucked hard. She moaned, “Aahhh Sanjay ji… slowly…” I switched to the other breast, squeezing both creamy globes with my hands while sucking and lightly biting her pebbled nipples. She arched her back and moved her hips.
After that I tried fucking her pussy but got no enjoyment at all. I spread her legs, placed my throbbing cock against her slick petals and pushed inside. She was wet but not tight. I thrust harder. She let out a soft “Ummm” but I felt nothing special. I changed positions, put her legs on my shoulders and kept pounding her dripping slit, but the pleasure was missing. I tried again and again. Sweat covered my body. My cock stayed rock-hard but the inner satisfaction was gone.
After resting a bit I turned to what had brought us together — her ass. I put on a condom, spat on her tight puckered rosebud and slowly pushed the thick head inside. Her mouth fell open, eyes went wide and she cried out, “Aahhhh… slowly Sanjay ji… it’s hurting…” I stopped for a moment then pushed deeper. Her virgin ass gripped my veiny shaft like a hot velvet fist. The tightness and molten heat drove me crazy. I buried myself balls-deep in her forbidden back entrance. She whimpered and moaned loudly.
I started moving slowly at first, then increased speed. The sound of her ass cheeks clapping filled the room with every thrust. She kept moaning, “Aahhh… more… fuck my ass… Sanjay ji…” I alternated between her cunt and ass three times each, but the real pleasure came only from her tight ass gripping and milking my fat cock. Every time I pushed into her puckered hole she begged for more.
She asked me to bring another condom. I told her I had no strength left. We lay there talking. When I asked about her husband she started abusing him. She called him a priest who left at five in the morning and returned at eleven at night. Sometimes his cock got hard but she never knew when. On Tuesdays he didn’t even come home. She said she was a woman with needs, so she went crazy and went to anyone.
I asked how her breasts stayed so firm and tight. She said her husband never sucked them and she never let others play with them much. When I asked why she let me suck and play with them so much she said, “You are a young boy, you needed it. And by swear, you are the first one who fucked my ass.”
After some time I made her sit in an auto and sent her home.
Dear viewers, please forgive me if anything in this story feels wrong or not to your liking. I don’t know how to describe figures or ages properly. I also didn’t focus much on pussy fucking because everyone already knows about that. My only goal was to get her to the bed. Because of this story I actually got pussy twice more later, but that was with a different woman. Even today whenever I remember her firm heavy breasts I lose myself in thoughts.