Hey there, folks! I’m Utkarsh, a 6’3” stud from Ghaziabad with a chiseled body and a face that makes women weak in the knees. I’m no regular sex story writer, but I’m a sucker for steamy, fuck-filled tales that get the blood pumping. This is my first shot at writing one, so I’m spicing it up for you. My cock’s a solid 7 inches long and 3 inches thick—enough to make any pussy drip and beg for more. All you horny bhabhis and ladies reading this, buckle up, because this story’s gonna make you wet.
When I moved into my swanky new apartment in a posh Ghaziabad complex, I knew I’d landed in a goldmine of hot women. The place was crawling with gorgeous girls and curvy bhabhis, but one neighbor caught my eye from day one. Sakshi, my next-door MILF, was a 30-something bombshell with a body that screamed sin—36-28-38, fair skin, and a face that could put models to shame. Her tits were so firm and juicy, even a hint of cleavage made my cock twitch. And that ass? Fuck, it swayed with every step, practically begging to be spanked and fucked raw. Her eyes, though, told the real story—a hungry, desperate look. Her husband was always away, leaving her alone with her 8-year-old son, and I could tell she was starving for a good, hard fuck.
Our first real encounter happened when I ran out of milk one morning. I figured I’d hit up Sakshi’s place—neighbors help neighbors, right? I rang her doorbell, and when she opened the door, my jaw fucking dropped. She was wearing a tight white shirt with the top two buttons undone, showing off a deep, creamy cleavage that made my cock spring to life. Her black pajama pants hugged her thick thighs and round ass so tightly, I could barely think straight. I stood there, gawking at her tits and ass like an idiot.
“Uh, bhabhi, got any milk?” I stammered, my cock already tenting my pants. She smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, baby, I’ve got plenty of milk, but no one’s man enough to drink it all.” Her voice was pure seduction. I grinned, sensing the game. “Bhabhi, give me a shot, and I’ll drain every drop.” She laughed, sauntered to the kitchen, and came back with a small pot of milk. “Keep this,” she said, winking. “I’ll come by to pick it up later.”
Two days later, Sakshi showed up at my place to reclaim her pot. She was dressed to kill in a tight black kurta that hugged her massive tits and a salwar that molded to her perfect ass. I’d just rolled out of bed, wearing nothing but loose shorts—no underwear, thanks to a raging morning wood. My cock was rock-hard, bulging through the thin fabric, and when I opened the door, her eyes locked onto it like a heat-seeking missile. She didn’t even try to hide it, just stared at my throbbing dick with a hungry grin.
“Bhabhi, my face is up here,” I teased, smirking. She laughed, her eyes still glued to my crotch. “Just admiring the eighth wonder of the world, Utkarsh.” Still half-asleep, I invited her in without thinking. As I turned to grab the pot, she called out, “Wait, got any cream?” Her gaze was back on my cock, and I knew she wasn’t talking about coffee. “No cream, bhabhi, but I can whip some up if you help me out,” I shot back. She giggled, gave me a naughty look, and left, but that spark in her eyes told me she was ready to fuck.
The real fun started three days later—Sakshi’s birthday. She invited me over to her place, and with her husband conveniently out of town, I knew this was my chance. She looked like a fucking goddess in a tight red shirt that strained against her tits and black jeans that made her ass look like a work of art. I couldn’t stop staring, my cock already stirring. When I walked in, she purred, “Come here, you handsome stud!” I hugged her, and her soft, heavy tits pressed against my chest, sending a jolt straight to my dick. She hugged me tighter, probably feeling my growing hard-on, and I decided right then: tonight, I’m fucking Sakshi senseless.
We cut the cake with her kid, and after he went to bed early for school, it was just me and Sakshi. The air was thick with tension. “Bhabhi, I’m sleepy. Wanna crash?” I said, testing the waters. She leaned in, her voice low and sultry. “Sure, baby. Let me tuck you in.” I seized the moment. “Bhabhi, I still owe you a birthday gift.” Her eyes lit up. “Oh? What’s that?” I leaned closer, my voice husky. “I just learned massage techniques. Want a free session?” Her lips curled into a wicked smile. “Deal. But where?” “My place,” I said, heart pounding. She agreed without hesitation, and I knew I had her.
Back at my flat, I told her, “Bhabhi, go to my room, strip down, and lie on your stomach. Use a towel if you want.” I winked, and she laughed. “Naughty boy! Fine, I’ll change.” When I walked into the room, holy fuck—Sakshi was lying face-down, barely covered by a thin towel that did nothing to hide her curves. Her ass was round and perfect, her skin glowing under the dim light. My cock was throbbing so hard it hurt. She glanced back, smirking. “Since I’m practically naked, you should be too. Fair’s fair.” Her voice was a dare. “Let that beast out.”
I stripped off my shorts, freeing my 7-inch cock, hard as steel and pulsing with need. As I climbed onto the bed, my dick brushed against her ass, and she moaned softly. She turned over, her eyes widening at the sight of my cock. “Fuck, Utkarsh! That thing’s huge! It’s gonna rip my pussy apart!” Before I could respond, she grabbed my cock, her soft hand stroking it hard and fast. “Bhabhi, what the hell?” I laughed, but she was relentless, pumping my dick like she owned it.
I pulled the towel off, revealing her naked body. Her tits were even better than I’d imagined—full, round, with hard pink nipples begging to be sucked. Her pussy was shaved, glistening with wetness, and her ass was a masterpiece. I dove in, sucking her nipples while my hands roamed her body, squeezing her tits and slapping her ass. She moaned loudly, “Oh, fuck, Utkarsh, suck them harder!” I obliged, biting her nipples gently as she arched her back, her pussy grinding against my thigh.
I spread her legs, my fingers finding her soaked pussy. “You’re dripping, bhabhi,” I growled, sliding two fingers inside her tight, wet cunt. She gasped, her hips bucking. “Fuck me, Utkarsh! I need your cock!” I teased her clit, rubbing it in slow circles until she was screaming, “Don’t tease, you bastard! Fuck my pussy now!” I positioned my cock at her entrance, rubbing the head against her slick folds. “Beg for it,” I said, smirking. “Please, Utkarsh, fuck my choot hard! I need it!” she cried.
I slammed my cock into her, burying all 7 inches in one thrust. Her pussy was tight, gripping me like a vice as she screamed, “Oh, fuck, it’s so big!” I pounded her relentlessly, my balls slapping her ass with every thrust. Her tits bounced wildly, and I grabbed them, pinching her nipples as I fucked her deeper. “You like that, bhabhi? You like my cock destroying your pussy?” I growled. “Yes, fuck yes! Keep fucking me!” she moaned, her nails digging into my back.
I flipped her over, her ass in the air, and spanked it hard, leaving red handprints. “This ass is mine,” I said, spreading her cheeks. I licked her pussy from behind, tasting her juices, then slid my cock back in, fucking her doggy-style. Her ass jiggled with every thrust, and she screamed, “Harder, Utkarsh! Fuck my choot till I can’t walk!” I grabbed her hair, pulling it as I slammed into her, my cock hitting her G-spot. She came hard, her pussy clenching around me, juices dripping down her thighs. “I’m cumming!” she wailed, her body shaking.
I wasn’t done. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and straddled her chest. “Suck it,” I ordered, shoving my cock in her mouth. She gagged, her lips stretching around my thick dick, but she sucked eagerly, her tongue swirling around the head. I fucked her mouth, my balls slapping her chin, until I felt the pressure build. “I’m gonna cum, bhabhi!” I groaned. She pulled back, stroking my cock. “Cum on my tits!” she begged. I exploded, thick ropes of cum painting her tits and face as she moaned, rubbing it into her skin.
We collapsed, panting, her body still trembling from her orgasm. “Fuck, Utkarsh, that was the best fuck of my life,” she whispered, kissing me deeply. I grinned, my cock already twitching for round two. “Bhabhi, we’re just getting started.”