As I raised the glass after pouring the whiskey, my eyes could not stay away from this aunty. With her full, voluptuous body she looked around forty. Her intoxicated eyes sparkled in the dim bar light, hiding a deep hunger even in the haze of alcohol. Her heavy, swollen breasts strained against the blouse, rising and falling with every breath. Behind her, two massive round ass cheeks like big pots swayed under the sari. She pressed the beer glass to her thick pink lips, her throat moving with each swallow.
I was drunk but still fully in my senses. Every evening I came to this same Mumbai bar. The air was thick with liquor, cigarettes, and faint sweat. I had never seen this aunty before. It was unusual for a woman to sit alone in a bar in India, but this place was also a restaurant so couples sometimes came. Husbands would pack liquor after dinner.
I forgot to introduce myself earlier. My name is Raj and I am from Kanpur, Uttar Pradesh. A job brought me to Mumbai. I am married but living like a bachelor. I cannot leave the job and go back to my wife, and bringing her here would be too expensive. So she stays in Kanpur with my parents while I save money and send it home. I visit once a year for Chhath Puja and fuck her so hard in that week that she can barely walk.
But you came to hear about the aunty, not my sad story. The aunty was watching me while drinking her beer and I kept glancing at her from behind my glass. My friend Mangesh once told me that sometimes women hunt for men in bars and take them home to get their pussy and ass fucked. But at that moment I was not thinking like that.
Then the Madrasi guy at my table stood up drunk and staggered to the counter. The aunty wasted no time and placed her heavy pot-like ass on the chair next to my table. I was still swallowing the bitterness of whiskey when she whispered softly, “Chaloge?”
I looked around to check if it was really her. She repeated, “Chaloge or not?”
I confirmed it was her. She was taking another sip of beer. I said quietly, “There is a place, but I will not give you even a single penny.”
The aunty made a face and replied, “Looking at your face it seems you will talk small. You can take money from me, whatever you want. The place is not very big but enough for two.”
I knew normally one does not talk money at such times, but this is Mumbai. People are clever here. The aunty told me she would leave first and I should pay the bill and follow. Leaving together might raise suspicion. She got up, leaving half her beer. I finished that half in one gulp. She paid at the counter and walked out.
I drained the last drops of whiskey and followed. I still did not know who she was or why she was calling me, but her walk suggested she was a thirsty aunty looking to get her pussy fucked. Such experiences had happened to my friends in Mumbai where some bhabhi or aunty took them home.
Outside, the aunty stood near a car. A driver in white uniform sat in the front seat. She leaned her big ass against the door. When I reached, she opened the back door, sat inside, and signaled me to join. As soon as I entered, the door shut. She told the driver, “Bahadur, take the car home. Stop at the medical store on the way for some things.”
Bahadur drove fast. At the medical store he brought packets and handed them to aunty. I saw a small medicine box and many condom packets. Her intentions were clear. A mix of caution and excitement rose in me.
In just five minutes the car stopped outside a big house in what seemed like Churchgate. Tall buildings and quiet night surrounded us. Aunty got out, her sari pleats shifting and her heavy ass swaying with every step. She signaled me to follow. I entered with her. A large hall with expensive paintings and antique items greeted me. The house smelled of incense and costly perfume.
Bahadur did not enter. Aunty took me to a bedroom with a huge royal bed, soft sheets and pillows. The lighting was dim and seductive. She came close and ran her hand over my chest.
Aunty said, “My name is Neeta and I am a beautician. I have a parlor in Mulund. My husband passed away two years ago. Because of the thirst of my body I bring boys from bars and clubs to my home. I know it is wrong. I also want a stable relationship but boys start demanding money or blackmailing, so I have to leave them. Look, I can give you two thousand rupees for one night. You have to do exactly as I say the whole night and I do not like greedy people.”
Getting to fuck this aunty’s pussy was enough. Money I could earn anyway. I told her, “Aunty I have no greed. Give me love and I will give you double love.”
She unbuttoned my shirt and ran her soft warm fingers over my bare chest, playing with my hair and making my breathing heavy. Her other hand moved to my pants and gripped my cock. A moan escaped my mouth as she squeezed it seductively.
She unzipped my pants, slipped her fingers inside and stroked my cock over my underwear. Then she removed my pants and underwear completely. My rock-hard cock throbbed in front of her. She held the thick head and measured its length and girth.
Aunty: Quite strong weapon you have.
Me: Just take it once aunty, you will forget everything. I fuck my wife only once a year but leave her unable to walk.
Aunty laughed and took a condom from her purse. She rolled it over my rigid shaft, her cool fingers sliding on my hot pulsing cock. I asked why no foreplay.
Aunty laughed, “Whatever we do today will be with condom. Tomorrow we will get medical check-up and then we can do without. I do not want any disease for you or me. I will suck your cock but with condom only.”
She removed her pallu, revealing deep cleavage. She opened her sari and stood in blouse and petticoat. She sat in front of me, took my cock in her hand and started stroking. The slick condom made every stroke feel amazing. After a minute she opened her hot wet mouth and swallowed my cock deep. Her warm tongue felt even through the condom. She sucked with loud wet sounds, lips tight around my girth.
After five minutes of expert sucking that left my cock red and twitching, I opened her blouse. She removed her red bra herself. Her heavy breasts bounced free, full mounds with stiff pink nipples. I stared in awe.
I pulled her petticoat string and it fell. Then I slid her white panties down. Her pussy was smooth and tight like a young girl’s, with a small stylish patch of hair on the side. I touched her slick petals and she moaned.
Aunty: Ah it feels so good when you rub my thirsty pussy. Put your finger inside and drain all the water out.
I pushed one finger then two into her dripping slit. Her velvet-heat walls clenched around my knuckles as I pumped and curled them. I rubbed her swollen nub between my fingers.
Aunty moaned loudly, hips bucking, “Ah big pleasure… mash my clit… stir inside my pussy… today I will fuck you senseless.”
Her body trembled hard. She pressed my hand deep as her creamy juices gushed over my fingers. Her pussy spasmed for half a minute. Then she calmed, breathing fast, face flushed with satisfaction. She took my fingers into her mouth and licked her own juices clean.
She pulled me to the bed. We lay naked. She stroked my condom-covered cock lovingly. Then she spread her legs and guided my thick head to her soaked entrance. With one hard thrust I buried half my length into her tight hole. She cried out. Another thrust and I was balls-deep in her molten-core.
I started thrusting steadily. Her juicy pussy made wet sucking sounds. Her heavy breasts bounced with every slam. She pushed back, meeting my strokes. Her experienced cunt milked my shaft perfectly. Soon my cock pulsed and I exploded inside the condom, flooding it with hot cum while buried in her clenching pussy.
We rested, drank cold Coke naked. Aunty wanted more. She gave me a 303 capsule. After some time my cock became steel-hard again. She sucked it briefly then mounted me. She rode hard, slamming her ass down, moaning, “Fuck me harder… drain all the sex hunger… I am starving for cock… tear my pussy.”
I grabbed her bouncing tits and thrust up. We changed to doggy style. I pounded her deep. Then I lubed her tight puckered rosebud and pushed my cock into her virgin-tight ass. Her back entrance gripped me like a vice. I fucked her ass for fifteen long minutes, slamming hard while squeezing her heavy breasts. Finally I came deep in her ass, filling the condom as her ring clenched around my pulsing shaft.
Aunty was still ravenous. She woke me again and again throughout the night for more rounds. By morning I was so exhausted I could barely walk.