My name is Gurleen, and I’m from Yamunanagar, a proud Punjabi girl. With my long, flowing hair, curvy figure, luscious lips, and seductive eyes, I can make any guy’s dick stand at attention. My 34-size, creamy white boobs with pink nipples and tight, round ass drive guys wild, making them grab their cocks while girls can’t help but finger their pussies. After getting fucked by my driving instructor a few months back, the fire in my body had become uncontrollable. That wild fuck had awakened the slut inside me, and now all I could think about was cock, day and night.
I was at a loss for how to tame this burning desire. Every guy who passed by caught my eye, my gaze locking onto the bulge in his pants. I wanted to rip their clothes off and fuck them right there on the street. But I’m an educated girl, and I had to keep my reputation intact in society’s eyes. It took everything in me to control myself. I got admitted to a prestigious college in Delhi, and since commuting from Yamunanagar daily was too far, I moved in with my chacha and only went home on weekends.
My chacha, Bobby, was a ruggedly handsome Jat, around 40 years old, with a commanding presence and a strong, muscular build that made heads turn. He was divorced and lived alone in his spacious flat. When I arrived at his place, he welcomed me with a warm hug. I was wearing a tight skirt and a fitted top that hugged every curve of my body. As he hugged me, I felt the heat of his body, and for a split second, I swear I felt his dick twitch against me. I brushed it off as my imagination since it was my first day, but deep down, a naughty spark ignited in my mind.
College life kicked off, and Chacha would head to his office in the morning, returning in the evening to down a couple of pegs of whiskey before crashing. Meanwhile, the sexual hunger inside me kept growing. Every night, I’d lie in bed, fingering my pussy, fantasizing about Chacha’s strong hands on me. But fingering wasn’t enough anymore. I craved a thick, throbbing cock to satisfy my dripping cunt.
One morning, I woke up to find Chacha had already left for work. The bathroom in my room had a water issue, so I decided to use his. Inside his bathroom, I stripped off my skirt and top, leaving me in just my black bra and pink panties. As I was about to shower, my eyes fell on a pair of Chacha’s used underwear lying in the corner. Something came over me, and I picked it up, bringing it to my nose. The musky, masculine scent of his cock hit me like a drug, making my pussy throb. “Ohhh…” a soft moan escaped my lips as I slid my hand inside my panties, rubbing my clit.
I examined the underwear closer and noticed it was damp and sticky. My heart raced as I realized Chacha had jerked off into it. I touched the wet spot, feeling his cum on my fingers, and without thinking, I licked it. The taste was so fucking intoxicating that my pussy gushed with arousal. Right then and there, I decided I had to fuck Chacha, no matter what it took.
From that day, I started a full-on seduction plan. I began wearing skimpy, see-through clothes around him—tight shorts with a white kurta that showed off my black bra, or a tiny nightie that barely covered my thighs. I knew my outfits were driving his cock crazy. Whenever I used his bathroom, I’d leave my bra and panties behind on purpose, hoping he’d notice and get hard thinking about me. I wanted him to crave my body as much as I craved his.
One morning, after Chacha left for work, I went to his bathroom to retrieve my bra and panties. My heart skipped a beat when I saw my bra stained with his cum. My pussy clenched at the thought of him jerking off to me. I knew he was falling into my trap. That night, when he came home, I wore my sluttiest nightie—a short, silky thing that ended just below my ass, my boobs practically spilling out. We ate dinner together, and as I got up to leave, Chacha said, “Gurleen, stay a bit. Let’s talk.”
I smiled and said, “Sure, Chacha ji, whatever you say.” He grabbed his whiskey bottle and poured two glasses. I hesitated, saying, “I don’t drink.” He chuckled, “Don’t be shy with me, Gurleen. I know what you modern girls get up to.” His words made me blush, but I took the glass and sat next to him on the couch, our thighs almost touching.
He moved closer, resting his hand on my shoulder, his touch sending electric shocks through my body. He’d already downed three pegs, and I was still nursing my first, but my heart was pounding. He started talking about his ex-wife, how much he missed her, and how lonely he felt. I glanced at his lungi and saw a massive bulge—his cock was rock hard. Suddenly, his hand slid from my shoulder to my boob, squeezing it gently. I didn’t pull away; instead, I looked into his eyes, seeing raw lust staring back at me.
He growled, “Gurleen, you’re so fucking sexy and hot. If you weren’t my niece…” His words trailed off, but his eyes screamed desire. I teased, “Then what, Chacha ji?” Without warning, he grabbed my hand and placed it on his throbbing cock over his lungi. I gasped, pretending to be shocked, “What’s this, Chacha ji?” He smirked, “Don’t play innocent, Gurleen. I know why you leave your bra and panties in my bathroom.” I gave him a naughty smile, and he pulled me close, crashing his lips onto mine.
His kiss was hungry, desperate, his tongue invading my mouth, sucking and biting my lips. “Ohhh… Chacha ji, slow down…” I moaned, but he growled, “No slowing down today, Gurleen. I’ve been jerking off to whores for too long. You’re a fucking goddess.” His dirty words made my pussy drip. I yanked off his lungi, revealing his massive cock—7 inches long, thick as hell, with a glistening tip. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking slowly, feeling it pulse under my fingers.
Chacha ripped off my nightie, leaving me in just my pink panties. I hadn’t worn a bra, and my 34-size boobs bounced free, my pink nipples hard as bullets. His eyes lit up, and he groaned, “Fuck, Gurleen, these tits are perfect. I’m gonna devour them.” I giggled, “Then eat them, Chacha ji. Suck them, fuck them, do whatever you want. I’m all yours.” He dove in, grabbing my boobs, squeezing them hard, and sucking my nipples like a starving man. “Ohhh… fuck… Chacha ji…” I moaned, my pussy soaking my panties as he licked and bit my nipples, pinching them between his fingers.
I was losing my mind, my body trembling with pleasure. I pushed him back and dropped to my knees, his thick cock staring me in the face. My mouth watered as I pulled back his foreskin, revealing the pink head. I licked it slowly, tasting his precum. “Ohhh… Gurleen…” he groaned, his eyes rolling back. I ran my tongue along the length of his shaft, coating it with my spit, then took it deep into my mouth, sucking hard. “Fuck… yes… suck it harder, you slut!” he growled, grabbing my hair. I squeezed his balls gently, bobbing my head faster, my lips tight around his cock as it hit the back of my throat.
After a few minutes, he pulled his cock out and lifted me into his arms, carrying me to his bedroom. He threw me onto the bed and ripped off my panties, sniffing them before tossing them aside. He spread my legs and buried his face in my pussy, his tongue lapping at my clit. “Ohhh… fuck… Chacha ji…” I moaned, my hips bucking as he sucked my pussy lips and flicked my clit with his tongue. “Mmm… your cunt tastes so fucking good,” he mumbled, his tongue diving deep inside me. I grabbed his head, pressing it harder against my pussy, my moans filling the room. “Aaaah… yes… lick my pussy, Chacha ji… make me cum!”
Within minutes, my body shook, and I screamed, “Aaaah… fuck!” as I came hard, my pussy gushing all over his face. He drank every drop, licking my pussy clean. I pulled him up and kissed him, tasting my own juices on his lips. “Chacha ji, don’t make me wait anymore. Fuck me,” I begged.
He laughed, “No more Chacha ji, Gurleen. Call me Bobby. You’re not my niece anymore—you’re my slut.” I moaned, “Okay, Bobby. Fuck your slut niece. Make me your whore.” He spread my legs wide and rubbed his thick cock against my pussy lips. With one hard thrust, he shoved it inside. “Aaaah!” I screamed, the pain of his thick cock stretching my tight pussy mixing with pleasure. “Slow down, Bobby… it hurts…” I whimpered.
“No slow fucking today, my whore,” he growled. “Your tight cunt is mine, and I’m gonna destroy it.” He started pounding me hard, his balls slapping against my ass with every thrust. “Thap… thap… thap…” the sound echoed in the room. “Ohhh… Bobby… fuck me…” I moaned, the pain turning into pure ecstasy. I wrapped my legs around him, pushing my hips up to meet his thrusts.
He lifted my legs onto his shoulders, fucking me deeper. “Aaaah… Bobby… harder… fuck your niece’s pussy!” I screamed, my boobs bouncing with every thrust. He growled, “You fucking slut, you’ve been teasing my cock for weeks. Now you’re mine.” I moaned, “Yes, Bobby, I’m your whore. Fuck me every day. Make my pussy addicted to your cock.” Our dirty talk filled the air, driving us both wild.
I came twice, my pussy clenching around his cock, but he didn’t stop. He flipped me over, making me get on all fours, and slammed his cock into my pussy from behind. “Aaaah… ohhh… fuck…” I moaned, my body shaking as he fucked me like an animal. “Thap… thap… thap…” his hips slapped against my ass, his hands smacking my cheeks. “Your ass is so fucking perfect, Gurleen. I’m gonna fuck it one day,” he growled. I moaned, “Do it, Bobby. Fuck every hole. I’m your slut.”
After what felt like forever, he groaned, “I’m gonna cum, Gurleen.” I turned around, begging, “Cum in my mouth, Bobby. I want to taste your load.” I opened my mouth as he jerked his cock, and soon, his hot, thick cum shot all over my tongue. I swallowed every drop, licking his cock clean. We collapsed on the bed, naked and sweaty. I hugged him and said, “Thank fuck your bitch wife left you, Bobby. How else would I get this cock?” He laughed, “Yeah, she hated sex. Never let me fuck her. Now you’re my wife, Gurleen. We’re gonna fuck every day.” He kissed me again, and that night, we fucked two more times, my pussy sore but craving more.
From then on, our lives changed. Every night, Bobby fucked me senseless—in the bathroom, the kitchen, on the couch. My pussy was addicted to his cock, and I couldn’t get enough.
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