My name is Anchal, a 20-year-old beauty from a small village, now living in the city. I have fair skin, long black hair that reaches my waist, and my 34C breasts are firm and round, always straining against my tops. My ass is full and curvy, swaying slightly when I walk, and my slim waist accentuates my figure. I’ve always been a bit shy, but my hotness made guys in the village stare. Still, I never got involved with any boy, not in school or college. But my uncle, Rakesh, is a different story. He’s 38, tall, fair, with broad shoulders and a charming smile that could melt anyone. His light brown hair and fit body—he hits the gym daily—make him irresistible. I’m completely crazy about him, or rather, his body.
The reason? Rakesh fucked me with such care and passion that I became addicted to him. He never forced me. His fucking style is so incredible that once his 7-inch thick cock slides into a pussy, no girl could resist wanting it again.
I’m from a village where my parents couldn’t afford to send me to a good college. Rakesh and my aunt, Reena, live in a big city. Reena, 35, is dusky with a voluptuous figure that has its own allure. They don’t have kids, so after I finished high school, Rakesh invited me to live with them. “Anchal, come stay with me. I’ll take care of your education,” he said over the phone. I moved to the city. It’s been 10 months now, and I got admitted to a college, focusing on my studies. But then Reena got pregnant. In her sixth month, she went to her parents’ home for better care.
That left me alone with Rakesh in the house. He’s a lively, charismatic man. He started taking me out—drives in his car, dinners at restaurants, coffee at cafés, trips to McDonald’s, or movies. He always dressed sharply, in shirts and jeans, his cologne driving me wild. I dressed up too, in tight tops and jeans or sometimes skirts. For about 15 days, this went on, and I became a fan of his charm, his laugh, his caring nature.
One night, around midnight, I was in my room, wearing a thin cotton top without a bra, my 34C breasts clearly outlined, nipples brushing against the fabric. Below, I had on tiny panties that barely covered my ass. I stepped out to use the bathroom and saw Rakesh lying on his bed, rubbing his forehead. “What’s wrong, Rakesh? Headache?” I asked. He groaned softly, “Yeah, Anchal, it’s bad.” I offered, “Should I massage it?” He nodded, “Sure.”
I sat beside his bed and started massaging his forehead. My hands moved gently, but my top rode up, exposing my waist and a bit of my stomach. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand. I froze. He pulled me closer and pressed his lips against mine. “Rakesh…” I whispered, a mix of fear and excitement in my voice. He kept kissing me, his warm breath on my face. “Mmm…” I let out a soft moan, my body tingling.
I hesitated, “Rakesh, this isn’t right… Reena…” But he kissed me deeper and said, “Anchal, don’t worry. This stays between us.” His confidence turned me on even more. His hands slid to my breasts, squeezing them through my top. “Ohh…” I moaned, my nipples hardening. He lifted my top over my head, tossing it aside. My round, firm breasts were bare. “Anchal, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he said, staring.
He took one breast in his mouth, licking my nipple. “Ohh… Rakesh…” I moaned loudly, my eyes closing. His tongue swirled around my nipple, then he nibbled it gently. “Fuck… easy…” I gasped. My pussy was already soaking, my panties drenched. He slid my panties down, leaving me completely naked. I tried to cover myself, shy, but he spread my legs wide.
“Your pussy’s so wet, Anchal,” he said, and buried his face between my thighs, his tongue lapping at my clit. “Ohh… fuck…” I moaned, my hips bucking. His tongue flicked my clit, sucking my juices. “Mmm… ahh…” I was moaning non-stop, my pussy gushing hot juices as he licked. “Rakesh… what are you doing to me… ohh…” I panted, my body trembling, my ass grinding against the bed.
He stood up, unzipping his jeans and pulling off his underwear. His 7-inch cock sprang free, thick and hard. I gasped, “Rakesh, it’s too big…” He chuckled, “Don’t be scared, Anchal. You’ll love it.” He brought his cock to my lips. “Suck it,” he said. I hesitated but took it in my mouth. The salty taste hit my tongue, and I sucked it like a lollipop. “Mmm… yeah, like that…” he groaned, stroking my hair. I sucked harder, my lips sliding along his shaft, making wet “slurp… slurp…” sounds.
He laid me back on the bed, spreading my legs again. He positioned his cock at my pussy’s entrance. “Ready, Anchal?” he asked. I nodded nervously. He pushed slowly. “Ohh… fuck, Rakesh… it hurts…” I cried out. My pussy was so tight, his thick cock struggled to enter. “Just relax,” he said, squeezing my breasts and pushing again. “Ahh… ohh…” I moaned in pain. After a few tries, half his cock was inside. “Slap… slap…” his thighs hit my ass.
He kissed me, his tongue in my mouth, as he fucked me slowly. “Fuck, Anchal, your pussy’s so tight…” he groaned. The pain mixed with pleasure. “Ohh… slower, Rakesh…” I moaned. After a few minutes, the pain faded, and I started moving my hips, grinding my ass to take his cock deeper. “Yes… fuck me harder… ohh…” I begged. He pounded faster, the bed creaking, “slap… slap… thud… thud…” echoing in the room. My breasts bounced with each thrust, and he squeezed them hard. “Ohh… Rakesh… squeeze my tits… fuck…” I moaned, my body on fire.
He flipped me over, pulling my hips up so I was on my knees, my face on the bed, my ass and pussy exposed. “Your ass is fucking perfect, Anchal,” he said, rubbing his cock against my pussy. “Thwack!” He thrust his full 7 inches inside. “Ohh… fuck, Rakesh… it’s too deep…” I screamed. He fucked me slowly, “slap… slap… slap…” my body shaking with each thrust. “Mmm… ahh… yes… deeper…” I moaned, pushing my ass back.
When I whimpered in pain, he paused. “You okay, Anchal?” he asked. But his pauses made me desperate. “No, Rakesh… don’t stop… fuck me… ohh…” I begged, moving my hips. He lay down, and I climbed on top, grabbing his cock and guiding it to my pussy. I lowered myself, “Ohh…” his entire cock filling me. I bounced, my breasts jiggling, “Mmm… ahh… Rakesh… your cock’s so big…” I moaned. He grabbed my tits, “Fuck, Anchal, you’re a wild slut…”
We fucked for nearly two hours, “slap… slap… thud… thud…” filling the room. I came multiple times, my pussy dripping hot juices. “Ohh… Rakesh… I’m cumming…” I screamed. Finally, he groaned, “Fuck, Anchal…” and shot his hot load inside me. I collapsed on his chest, exhausted.
The next morning, my pussy was swollen and sore, making it hard to walk. Rakesh took care of me, not fucking me that day, just kissing my lips and playing with my breasts. “Rest, Anchal,” he said. He tried to fuck me once, but I winced, “Ohh… Rakesh… it hurts…” He stopped immediately, kissing my forehead.
Since then, Rakesh fucks me every day, his thick cock driving me wild. He treats me better than a wife, ensuring I want for nothing. I’m living in bliss. I hope even when Reena returns, he keeps fucking me like this. I can’t live without his 7-inch cock, even if it means being his mistress.
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