My name’s Riya, a 26-year-old Bengali chick from Noida, fair-skinned, hot as hell, with a killer 34-28-36 figure. My big, tight boobs and round ass can make any guy’s dick stand up. I live with my elder sister Reema and her husband Ajay in their flat. My parents live in Noida too, but I prefer staying with my sister. Reema’s 30, slim, and sexy, with a voice so horny it echoes through the flat when she’s getting fucked by Ajay. Ajay’s 35, average-looking, but his dick, from what Reema says, is a measly 5 inches. Still, they bang all night, and I’m left alone, my pussy burning with need.
Times have changed, and so have I. Today, I’m spilling a story that’ll get your cock hard and show you what girls like me are up to these days. I fuck a guy 10 years older than me, drown in booze, and quench my horny fire. This is my tale of lust, my body’s craving, and that wild night when I finally got my pussy satisfied.
Our flat’s got this guy living downstairs, Rahul, who we all call bhaiya. He’s 36, tall, fair, and built like a stud. His wife ditched him, so he lives alone. His place is always buzzing with parties. Ajay and Reema often go there, drinking and chatting late into the night. I tag along sometimes, and slowly, I got to know Rahul. He’s funny, but his eyes have this hungry glint that pulls me in. I caught him staring at my boobs plenty of times, and damn, it made my pussy tingle.
One day, Reema and Ajay were off to Kolkata, leaving me alone in the flat. Around 8 PM, Rahul called. His voice had a sexy edge. “Riya, come downstairs. I’ve cooked chicken. Let’s eat and have a drink.” I was about to order from Zomato, but his invite was too tempting. I thought, why not, it’s just downstairs, and it’ll be fun. I slipped into a tight black top that hugged my boobs and a short skirt that showed off my ass. Left my hair loose, slapped on some light makeup, and was at his place by 8:30.
Rahul was in the kitchen, cooking chicken, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, showing off his broad chest. I plopped onto the sofa. He served up four pieces of chicken and poured whiskey into two glasses. He knew I drink. We started sipping and eating, talking about random stuff. “Riya, you’re a Bengali girl, but so modern. Your sister and Ajay seem to have fun. What do you do alone?” he asked with a smirk. I was tipsy and laughed, “Bhaiya, I just listen to Reema screaming at night.” He burst out laughing. “What, Ajay’s got a small dick and still makes her scream like that?” I giggled, the booze loosening my tongue. “Yeah, but my pussy stays thirsty.”
One drink turned into five. The buzz was strong, and we forgot about food. We polished off the chicken and nibbled on half a roti each. My skirt had ridden up, showing my fair thighs. Rahul’s eyes were glued to my boobs, straining against my tight top. I loved it. My pussy was getting wet. I wanted something to happen, something to cool the heat in my cunt.
Rahul scooted closer. His breath smelled of whiskey. He touched my lips with his fingers, and my heart raced. “Riya, you’re so fucking hot,” he whispered. I just looked into his eyes, saying nothing. Then he put his hand on my boobs. My 34D tits were firm, and his fingers teased my nipples through the fabric. I moaned, “Aahh…” My breathing got heavy. He started squeezing my boobs, and my pussy was soaking. I couldn’t hold back and pressed my lips to his. We kissed like animals, his tongue in my mouth, mine sucking his. “Riya, your lips are so juicy,” he growled. I blushed and said, “Bhaiya, fuck my pussy tonight.”
He took me to his bedroom. The bed was big and cozy. He pulled my top up and unhooked my bra from behind. My big boobs bounced free. “Fuck, what a pair,” he said, staring at my nipples. He laid me on the bed. I slipped off my skirt, left in just my panties, which were wet as hell. I spread my legs, and he stared at my pussy through the damp fabric. “Your cunt’s so pink,” he said, rubbing his finger over my panties. I moaned, “Aahh… bhaiya, don’t tease me…”
He yanked off my panties and started licking my pussy. His tongue flicked my clit, and I was bucking my hips, pushing my cunt into his face. “Ohhh… bhaiya… lick it… aahh…” My moans filled the room. He slid two fingers into my wet pussy, fucking me with them. My juices were flowing, and he lapped them up. “Your pussy tastes like heaven,” he said. I was blushing and moaning, lost in the pleasure.
I pulled down his pants and saw his cock. A thick, 7-inch beast with veins popping out. I grabbed it and started sucking. “Aahh… Riya, you suck like a slut,” he groaned. I licked his tip, then took his whole cock in my mouth, sucking it like a lollipop. He squeezed my boobs while I played with his balls. “Bhaiya, your cock was made for my pussy,” I said. He laughed, “Wait till I rip your cunt apart.”
I lay back on the bed. He spread my legs and put a pillow under my ass. His fat cock was at my pussy’s entrance. “Ready, Riya?” he asked. I moaned, “Yes, bhaiya, shove it in… fuck my pussy.” He thrust hard, and his cock filled me up. “Aahh… oohh… so fucking thick…” I screamed. He started pumping slowly, and I rolled my hips, taking his cock deeper. “Fuck me, bhaiya… harder… aahh…” My moans echoed. He grabbed my boobs, squeezing them as he fucked me.
After 15 minutes of missionary, he flipped me over into doggy style. I raised my ass, and he slammed his cock into my pussy from behind. “Thap… thap… thap…” The sound of his cock pounding my cunt filled the room. He slapped my ass, “Riya, your ass is so fucking hot… take my cock…” I moaned, “Aahh… bhaiya… fuck me… rip my pussy…” He grabbed my hair, pulling it like reins, and fucked me harder. I shook my ass, meeting his thrusts, his cock hitting my deepest spots.
We fucked for two hours, sweating like crazy. Finally, he was about to cum. “Riya, where do you want it?” he asked. “In my pussy,” I gasped. He gave one last hard thrust, and his hot cum filled my cunt. I came too, “Aahh… oohh…” We collapsed on the bed, drunk and naked, and passed out.
I woke up at 8 AM, naked next to him. Then Reema called, “Riya, we’re back tonight.” I looked at Rahul, and he smirked. Since that day, I go to his place every evening, sometimes even in the afternoon. He fucks me hard, and I satisfy my horny pussy. The best thing about the city? No one cares where you’re going or what you’re doing. I’m taking full advantage. Reema and Ajay are coming back soon. What happens next? I’ll tell you in my next story. Till then, let me know what you think of my story!