My engagement was locked in, and the countdown to my new life had begun. The first time I met Sunil, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His infectious smile and wicked sense of humor had me hooked. He wasn’t just easy on the eyes—his charm was magnetic, pulling me in with every word. I’d been in Indore for three days, and Sunil made it a point to see me daily. Our chats were a mix of playful teasing and stolen glances, each moment drawing us closer. One evening, we slipped into a movie theater. In the dim glow of the screen, he seized the chance to brush his hand over my breasts, his fingers lingering just long enough to send a jolt of desire through me. I didn’t stop him—his touch ignited something wild inside me, and I craved more.
Papa mentioned the sacred temple in Ujjain, revered for its blessings. He suggested we visit, and we jumped at the idea. The next morning at eight, we hit the road in his car, the anticipation between us crackling like static. After a two-hour drive covering 70-75 kilometers, we checked into a plush hotel in Ujjain, the kind that promised privacy and luxury.
As we stepped into our room, Sunil flashed a grin that made my knees weak. “Neha, freshen up, babe. Let’s grab breakfast and head to the temple.”
I slipped into the bathroom, letting the warm shower wash over me as I imagined his hands on my skin. When I stepped out, I chose a tight red salwar-kameez that hugged my curves, applying just enough makeup to make my eyes pop. I caught my reflection in the mirror—damn, I looked good. Breakfast arrived, and as we ate, Sunil’s gaze kept drifting to me. His eyes were hungry, devouring every inch of me. My pulse raced. “What’s got you staring?” I teased, my voice low and playful.
He leaned closer, his voice a husky whisper. “You, Neha. You’re fucking gorgeous today.”
“Shut up,” I giggled, cheeks flushing, but his words were like gasoline on my fire.
“I’m serious,” he said, his eyes darkening. “I want to pull you into my arms and never let go.”
“Sunil!” I fake-scolded, but my body was already betraying me, leaning toward him.
He stood, arms wide, a cocky smirk on his face. “Come here, baby. Let me hold you.”
I moved slowly, my heart hammering, eyes fluttering shut as I sank into his embrace. His strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me so close I could feel the heat radiating from him. His cock, hard and straining against his pants, pressed into my thighs, sending a shiver up my spine. I pressed myself tighter, my breasts crushing against his chest. His hands slid to my face, tilting it up. Our eyes locked for a heartbeat before his lips crashed into mine. The kiss was ravenous, his tongue claiming my mouth, sucking my lower lip, then grazing my upper one with his teeth. I moaned into him, lost in the heat. His cock was now grinding against my pussy through our clothes. I shifted my hips, guiding his bulge to rub exactly where I needed it. The friction was maddening, and I rocked against him, matching his rhythm.
He pulled back, panting. “Neha… can I say something?”
“Spill it, Sunil,” I purred, my voice thick with lust.
“I want to see you… all of you,” he said, his eyes burning with need.
I knew what he meant, but I wanted to play. “I’m right here, aren’t I?” I teased, batting my lashes.
“Not like that,” he growled. “Naked. I want you bare.”
“Naughty boy,” I laughed, but my pussy was already soaking at the thought.
“Forget it… just a thought,” he mumbled, looking sheepish.
I pressed myself against him, my lips brushing his ear. “Tell me, Sunil… what do you really want?”
He stared into my eyes, voice raw. “I need to see you naked, Neha. You’re too fucking beautiful.”
I melted into him, whispering, “I’m yours, baby. Strip me.”
His eyes lit up like he’d won the lottery. “For real?” He grabbed the hem of my top and peeled it off, his fingers grazing my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. My breasts, trapped in a lacy bra, heaved under his gaze. My breath hitched as he ran his hands over them, his touch electric. He unhooked my bra with a flick, and my heavy breasts spilled free, nipples hard and begging for attention. Sunil’s jaw dropped, his eyes glued to me. He leaned in, taking one nipple into his hot mouth, sucking hard while his tongue swirled. I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair. “Sunil… fuck… you’re killing me!” I moaned, but I didn’t want him to stop.
He wasn’t done. His hands found the zipper of my pants, tugging them down with urgency. I kicked them off, standing in just my panties, the damp fabric clinging to my pussy. He dropped to his knees, his face inches from my core, staring like he was hypnotized. Slowly, he peeled my panties down, exposing my slick, shaved pussy. His hands gripped my ass, pulling me closer. His tongue darted out, licking between my folds, teasing my clit with slow, deliberate strokes. I spread my legs wider, giving him full access. “Oh… Sunil… fuck, don’t stop!” I whimpered, my hips bucking against his mouth. His tongue plunged deeper, lapping at my wetness, driving me wild.
He stood, his cock straining so hard it looked ready to rip through his pants. I smirked, “My turn, lover. Let me see you.”
He didn’t hesitate, stripping naked in seconds. His sculpted body was a work of art, but his cock—long, thick, and throbbing—stole the show. I bit my lip, my pussy clenching at the sight. “Fuck, Sunil… you’re perfect,” I thought, my ass already tingling with anticipation. I’ve always been obsessed with anal, and his massive cock was screaming to claim me there. I closed the distance, pressing my naked body against his, his cock trapped between us, rubbing my pussy. The contact sent sparks through me, and I knew I needed him inside me—any way, every way.
Sunil scooped me up like I weighed nothing, his strong arms making me feel small and desired. He tossed me onto the bed, grabbing a pillow to prop under my hips, lifting my ass just right. He knelt between my thighs, his cock bobbing, slick with precum. “Neha… what if I fuck your ass?” he asked, his voice low and filthy.
My heart raced—I’d been craving this. “Whatever you want, my king,” I purred. “Just fuck me already.”
“It’s safer too,” he grinned, his eyes gleaming with lust.
“Shut up and do it, Sunil!” I snapped, my body aching for him.
I raised my legs high, spreading them wide to show off my tight, lubed asshole. I always kept it ready, and today was no exception. Sunil spat on his cock, rubbing the head against my hole. With a slow push, his thick tip popped inside. I moaned, “Oh… fuck, Sunil!” The stretch was intense, but so fucking good.
“Does it hurt, baby?” he asked, his voice soft but urgent.
“No… fuck me deeper!” I demanded. He had no clue how much I loved this. He started thrusting, his cock sliding deeper into my ass with each stroke. I egged him on, “What’s this, Sunil? Fucking like a grandpa? Pound me!”
That lit a fire in him. He slammed into me, his huge cock burying itself to the hilt. I screamed, “Fuck… you’re destroying me!” But the pain melted into pure ecstasy. He found his rhythm, his cock pistoning in and out of my ass, stretching me wide. My moans filled the room, “Yes… my king… fuck my ass harder… oh, it’s so good!” I clawed at the sheets, my body shaking with pleasure.
Sunil was lost in it, his groans loud and primal. “Neha… shit… your ass is so fucking tight… I’m in heaven!” He gripped my thighs, slamming into me with raw power. I reached up, squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples until they ached. The pleasure was overwhelming. I clenched my ass around his cock, wanting to milk him, but it was too much for him.
“Neha… fuck… I’m cumming!” he roared. His hot cum erupted inside my ass, filling me with wave after wave. I relaxed my grip, but his load was already spilling out. His cock softened and slipped free. “Oh… Neha… I’m fucking done,” he gasped, collapsing beside me.
I grabbed a towel, wiping away his cum, but my pussy was still throbbing, desperate for release. I hadn’t cum, and the ache was unbearable. Still, I got up with him. We dressed and headed to the hotel’s restaurant. It was noon. After a quick lunch, we explored Ujjain—visiting the temple, wandering the vibrant markets, and indulging in sweet local treats. Sunil was all over me, holding my hand, sneaking touches on my waist, his every move stoking the fire still burning inside me.
By four, we were back at the hotel. In the room, we talked for hours, baring our souls. I asked about his kinks, and he confessed his obsession with anal—how it was intense, safe, and drove him wild. Pussy fucking was great, he said, but nothing beat the tightness of an ass. I teased, “So my king’s an ass man, huh?” He blushed but nodded. The walls between us were gone, our connection raw and real.
Back in the room, I headed for the bathroom, craving a shower—and him. I stripped naked, letting the hot water cascade over me, my pussy still pulsing with need. I wanted Sunil ready for round two. Suddenly, I felt his hands on my waist. “Sunil, get out!” I giggled, knowing full well what was coming.
He was already naked, his hard body pressing against my back, the shower soaking us both. “Gotta clean up too, babe,” he murmured, his cock nudging my ass. I spun around, wrapping my arms around him, his rock-hard cock now pressed against my pussy. The heat between us was electric. My pussy screamed for him, and I wasn’t waiting anymore. Under the shower, we groped each other like animals—me grinding against his face, him squeezing my tits until I moaned. His cock throbbed against my pussy, begging to dive in.
He growled, “Bend over, Neha. Grab that rod.”
I gripped the steel rod, arching my back to push my ass out, my pussy lips parting for him. The cold shower water hit my skin, but my body was a furnace. Sunil dragged his cock along my pussy, teasing my clit until I was trembling. “Fuck… Sunil… fuck me now!” I begged, my voice raw.
He lined his cock up with my pussy and thrust hard, his thick shaft splitting me open. I screamed, “Oh… fuck, you’re killing me!” The stretch was intense, but it felt so fucking right. He pounded me, his cock hitting every nerve inside me. The shower water mixed with my juices, the wet slaps of our bodies echoing. “Neha… you didn’t cum this morning, did you? Take this!” he grunted.
I laughed through my moans—he had no idea how much I loved the morning anal. But my pussy needed this. “Don’t fucking stop… make me cum!” I cried.
His thrusts were relentless, his cock slamming into me like a machine. I spread my legs wider, letting him go deeper. My pussy burned with pleasure, the pressure building fast. I screamed, “Sunil… harder… fuck me senseless… oh, fuck, I’m close!” He was a beast, his hips crashing into me, his balls slapping my clit. “Yes… Neha… your pussy’s so fucking wet… take it all!” he roared, his groans driving me wild. I pinched my nipples, the pain pushing me closer to the edge.
I glanced back—his eyes were shut, his face twisted in ecstasy. “Sunil… I’m cumming… fuck!” My pussy clenched, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I came hard, my juices soaking his cock. My legs shook, but he kept fucking me, chasing his own release. “Stop… Sunil… it’s too much!” I gasped, my body oversensitive.
He pulled out with a groan, his cock pulsing. I grabbed it, stroking fast and hard, squeezing until he exploded. “Neha… fuck… I’m done!” His hot cum shot over my hands, the shower washing it away. I milked him dry, his cock twitching in my grip.
We collapsed against each other under the shower, my head on his chest, his hands in my hair. We kissed, slow and deep, the water cooling our fevered skin. Eventually, we stepped out, drying each other with soft touches, our eyes locked in a new kind of love. That day changed us, binding us in ways I couldn’t have imagined.
At six, we left Ujjain, our hearts full of memories and the heat of our passion, driving back to Indore with a bond that felt unbreakable.