My name is Ranjana, a 30-year-old stunning woman with a body that turns heads—38-inch full, firm breasts and a slim waist that could drive anyone wild. My beauty is undeniable, a magnet for men who swarm around me like moths to a flame. But I’ve never let anyone get close. My pussy remained untouched, virgin, and pure.
Ever since my college days, I’ve had no shortage of admirers. Guys would trail me, desperate for a chance, but I never believed in wasting my body on fleeting flings—those men who only want to taste and leave. I completed my MBBS and got posted to a small government hospital in a quiet town in Shillong, working in the orthopedic ward for the past year. Many doctors here are smitten with me, but my desires are… different.
I keep men at arm’s length, which some call arrogance or attitude. They don’t know I’m just shy, and no man has ever matched my taste. My parents were worried about my marriage, sending me photos of potential grooms, but I rejected them all. My age was creeping up, and their concern was natural. I told them to stop worrying about me and focus on my younger sister. I promised I’d introduce them to the man I choose when the time comes.
In the hospital, there’s this doctor, Dr. Thapa, a notorious playboy. He’s been chasing me for ages, entangled with nurses and other lady doctors. I never gave him a second glance. Once, in a dark corner, he tried to force himself on me, groping my breasts roughly. Furious, I kneed him hard between his legs, making him writhe in pain. I slipped from his grasp and gave him such a thrashing that he stopped even looking at me. He’d pass by with his head bowed, avoiding my gaze.
But fate had other plans. This proud, shy, and reserved woman fell head over heels in love—so deeply that I surrendered everything to him. He wasn’t a handsome doctor, nor a chiseled wrestler, nor a rich man. Just an ordinary guy, far below my status. When my parents saw the worry lines on their faces after meeting him, I convinced them. Valuing my happiness, they agreed to our marriage. Let me tell you how this love story unfolded.
One evening at 6 PM, I was on my rounds with a nurse, checking each patient. We started with the private cabins and moved to the general ward. I was noting down each patient’s condition from their charts. The general ward was a large hall with twenty beds, dimly lit at the corners. As I approached the far end, the nurse left for some errand. I was alone, but it was the last patient, so I didn’t think much of it. It was routine, after all.
On the corner bed lay a man, about 30-32, strong and rugged. He had a dislocated leg. I began examining him, glancing at his chart. He was a healthy, muscular young man with a face that held an irresistible charm. Our eyes locked for a moment, and I felt trapped in his gaze, as if under a spell. He lay on his back, a thin sheet covering him up to his chest. As I reviewed his report, my eyes drifted to his waist.
The sheet was tented up, clearly showing his cock was hard and erect. His slow hand movements under the sheet betrayed that he was stroking himself. I stared, mesmerized by the bulge. At the peak of the tent, where his cockhead rested, a wet spot marked his precum. He looked at me, his hand moving faster on his dick. My throat went dry, and I turned to leave, but he spoke softly, “Doctor, please turn my right leg a bit so I can shift to my side.”
I glanced at his legs, avoiding his face. I felt like he’d caught me stealing glances. Looking around, I saw no one paying attention—most were dozing, some murmuring to relatives. No nurses or helpers were nearby. I tried to grab his leg over the sheet, but the traction made it difficult. “Hold it from under the sheet,” he said, as if he were the doctor giving orders.
My hands trembled as I lifted the sheet slightly and slid one hand underneath. He was completely naked under it. I tried to grip his waist but failed. Then, using both hands, I held his right leg at the joints. In the process, my hand brushed against his balls hanging between his thighs—twice. My body was drenched in sweat. I adjusted his leg as he wanted, and he turned slightly. The sheet slipped from his waist, revealing his erect cock—thick, long, and dark. A shiver ran through me.
“Thank you, doctor,” he said with a teasing smile, enjoying my flustered state. I practically fled the room, my body soaked in sweat. I lived in the hospital quarters. Making an excuse about feeling unwell, I rushed home and took a cold shower. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it. I grabbed a chilled water bottle from the fridge and downed it in one gulp. The cold water calmed me down. After a while, I returned to my duties, making sure to avoid that ward.
That night, lying in bed, the incident played like a movie in my mind. A strange tingling stirred within me. My thoughts kept drifting back to him. I tried to control my emotions, but as the night deepened, my restraint weakened. Unable to resist, I headed back to the hospital at 12:30 AM. The place was quiet, with minimal activity. Sneaking past the staff, I entered the orthopedic ward.
Hiding myself, I reached the general ward. Most patients were asleep, and the silence was broken only by occasional groans. I didn’t know why I was there or what I wanted. If anyone asked, I’d have no answer. I crept to the last bed. He was awake. I glanced at his chart—his name was Arun. His cock was still hard, and he was stroking it under the sheet. A dried stain on the sheet showed he’d already cum once.
I edged closer and, under the pretense of checking his temperature, placed my hand on his forehead. After a moment, I began caressing his face with my delicate fingers. Suddenly, his hand shot out from under the sheet and gripped my wrist tightly. I tried to pull away, but his hold was like iron. Neither of us spoke, careful not to alert the patient on the next bed.
He pulled my hand under the sheet, guiding it to his thighs. My hand brushed against his rock-hard cock, sending a jolt through my body. He forced my hand onto his dick. I struggled to pull away, but his strength overpowered me. My hand went numb. He wasn’t letting go. Hesitantly, I wrapped my fingers around his cock. He guided my hand up and down his shaft. It felt like holding a hot iron rod—thick and at least 10 inches long.
I started stroking his cock on my own. His grip on my hand loosened as he saw I was willingly jerking him off. He let go completely, and I kept moving my hand, gripping his dick tightly. Soon, his body tensed, and he spilled a flood of sticky cum onto my hands. I quickly released his cock and pulled my hand out. It was covered in thick, white semen. He grabbed my hand and wiped it with the sheet. I freed myself and ran out of there.
Back home, I caught my breath. My panties were soaked. When I calmed down, I brought my hand to my nose. The scent of his cum lingered. I touched a finger to my tongue, tasting his semen for the first time. It was strange but intoxicating. I licked every finger clean, wishing he hadn’t wiped my hand. I pressed my hand to my lips and blew a flying kiss toward the hospital.
I tossed and turned all night. Every time I dozed off, his face appeared. In my dreams, he ravaged my body. Without even touching myself, I got wet multiple times. Something about him made me lose control. The woman who had men begging at her feet was now going crazy for him.
Morning came, and I was exhausted, my body aching as if I’d had a wild wedding night. I dragged myself to the hospital. During rounds, I couldn’t bring myself to go near Arun’s bed. I asked the staff about him and learned he was poor, with no family visiting him. He’d been injured in an accident and was bedridden on traction.
Quietly, I went to the counter and paid from my own pocket to book a deluxe ward for him. I handed the slip to the nurse, ordering Arun’s transfer. She looked at me, surprised, but I pretended to be busy to avoid her gaze. I was hesitant to visit him in front of others, so I went home, claiming to be unwell.
That evening, I learned Arun had been moved to the deluxe ward. Avoiding prying eyes, I reached his cabin around 8 PM. I sent the nurse out, saying, “Go eat; I’ll stay here.” She left happily. Arun smiled when he saw me. I smiled back and approached him. “How are you?” I asked.
“I saw you, and I’m already better,” he said, grinning. My face flushed with shyness. After our encounters, I was getting more comfortable with him. I ran my fingers through his hair, pretending to check his temperature.
“Why did you spend so much on me, doctor?” he asked.
“Ranjana. My name is Ranjana. I like it when you call me that,” I said, sitting on his bed.
He took my hand and pulled me close. I deliberately pressed myself against his chest. He brushed his lips against mine. “Thank you, Ranjana,” he whispered. My body trembled. I pressed my lips to his, kissing him deeply. A knock on the door forced us apart. I quickly fixed my clothes. “I’ll come tomorrow,” I whispered in his ear and opened the door. A nurse had brought food. I left, but not before telling him I’d bring homemade food from tomorrow.
The next day, I prepared food for both of us with care and reached his cabin in the evening. The nurse smiled, perhaps suspecting something. She left us alone. I sat on his bed, opened the tiffin, and served food for both of us on one plate. He wanted to pull me into his arms and kiss me, but I stopped him. “Eat first. You may not be hungry, but I’m starving,” I teased. He laughed. I helped him sit up, leaning against the headboard. In doing so, I pressed against his body, his scent filling my senses. I fed him a bite, then took one myself.
After dinner, I washed my hands and wiped his mouth, giving him water. He set the glass aside and pulled me close. I’d been waiting for this. I melted into his body. As he kissed my lips, his hands found my breasts. It felt like I’d been craving his touch forever. I placed my hands over his, encouraging him to squeeze my tits, signaling my consent.
He kneaded my breasts, and my hands slipped under the sheet, caressing his muscular chest. As I moved lower, I was surprised—he was wearing pajamas today. I looked at him and smiled. “So no one but you can touch my body,” he said. My hands fumbled with the drawstring of his pajamas. I slipped my hand inside, and his cock twitched at my touch. I pulled it out and started stroking it, occasionally teasing his balls. He was highly aroused. Soon, his body stiffened, and he came, flooding my hands with his cum. My hands were sticky with his semen. He played with my tits as I brought my hand out and, in front of him, licked his cum off my fingers, savoring every drop.
“How was it?” he asked.
“Delicious. I loved it. Now sleep; the nurse will be back soon. I’m leaving,” I said, fixing my clothes. It had been half an hour, and the nurse could return anytime. As I turned to leave, he grabbed my arm. “Arun, I have to go, or the whole hospital will laugh at me,” I said, trying to free myself.
“Okay, but one more…” he said, puckering his lips. I kissed him deeply and left. The next day, I sent the nurse away and locked the door. As soon as I reached Arun, he showered my face with kisses. I set the tiffin aside and pressed myself against his chest. I pulled off the sheet and undid his pajamas, freeing his erect cock. I planted a kiss on its tip.
He grabbed my head, pressing it toward his dick. I playfully pursed my lips. He rubbed his cock against them, wetting them with his precum. After a moment, I opened my mouth and took his cock in, sucking slowly at first, then harder. He held my head, pushing his dick deeper. After a long session of sucking, he pressed my head hard, and his cock slid into my throat. I struggled to breathe as his cock swelled. Hot cum shot down my throat, filling my mouth. It dripped from the corners of my lips. When he finally released me, I looked at him lovingly and swallowed every drop. He wiped the cum from my lips with the sheet.
I glanced at my watch—too much time had passed. I rushed to the bathroom, washed my face, and fixed my hair and clothes in the mirror. “You’ll kill me one day,” I said, snuggling against his chest. “My throat hurts. You’re so dirty, shoving it in my mouth like that!”
He laughed, caressing my neck and cheeks. I’d never felt such peace. We fed each other dinner, and when the nurse knocked, I slipped out. This became our routine—whenever I got the chance, I’d sneak to my lover, avoiding prying eyes. We’d kiss, touch, and love each other. He’d squeeze my tits, pull and twist my nipples. I’d suck his cock daily, drinking his cum, which I grew to love. He’d pull me onto him, slip his hand under my petticoat, push my panties aside, and rub my pussy, sometimes fingering me. But we couldn’t go further, fearing getting caught and the scandal that would follow.
Slowly, his leg healed. I’d support him to walk around the room, and he refused help from nurses. Then, suddenly, I fell ill with a viral fever. High fever kept me bedridden for days. When I recovered slightly, I went to the hospital despite a mild fever. I went straight to Arun’s cabin, knowing he’d be upset for not visiting. I hadn’t sent any message, as explaining would mean revealing everything, which I didn’t want.
But his cabin was empty. I learned he’d been discharged. I searched his history sheet for an address but found nothing. I went mad with grief. The man I loved was gone because of my foolishness. I was angry at myself for never asking for his contact details. I looked everywhere, but he’d vanished like morning dew. For the first time, I cried over losing a man. My roommate Bipasha tried to help, but I told no one. I’d fallen in love for the first time. He was poor, but there was something special about him.
They say the heart follows no rules. My parents were pressuring me for marriage, but being open-minded, they said I could choose my partner. I wondered if he loved me as much as I did him. Was it just my body he enjoyed? If he cared, he’d have confessed his feelings at least once. Six months passed. I convinced myself that maybe I was meant to be alone. I told my parents to stop bothering me about marriage.
I was tied to the hospital and that cabin. Whenever I passed it, I’d peek inside, hoping to see Arun. Then, one day, he appeared. I’d given up hope. As I headed to the hospital, I saw a familiar figure working in the garden, trimming plants. His back was to me, but he looked so familiar.
“Hey, gardener!” I called. He turned, and I froze. “Y…you?” It was Arun, my Arun. I stared, speechless, my mind and body numb. “R…madam,” he said, snapping me out of it. “I work here as a gardener. Control yourself, or someone might misunderstand. You’re a doctor, and I’m just a lowly gardener.”
I realized my mistake. “Meet me at my place at 6 PM. It’s important. You’ll come, right?” Seeing no response, I added, “I swear, you better come.” I rushed into the hospital, knowing if I looked back, I’d lose control. My mind wasn’t on work, so I left early, claiming illness. I couldn’t focus, knowing Arun was coming. I went to the market, buying jasmine sticks, a sheer silk gown, dinner, and three beers. Buying beer as a woman was tough, but I managed by paying someone.
By 4 PM, I was getting ready. Light makeup, perfume, and the transparent bra and panties under the silk gown. My pink body was visible through it. I spread a white silk sheet on the bed and sprayed the room to create a sensual ambiance. I placed the jasmine by the headboard. By 6 PM, I was restless, pacing and checking the time. At 6:10, the doorbell rang. I checked the peephole—it was him. I pulled him inside, locked the door, and clung to him, kissing him wildly.
“Where did you go? Didn’t you miss me?” I complained.
“I was here but avoided you. You’re a star, and I’m nothing. We don’t match,” he said.
I covered his mouth. “Don’t you dare think of leaving me. Why did you come into my life if you were going to run? Was everything in that cabin just a game? A timepass?” I snapped.
“No, you’re misunderstanding…” he tried to explain.
“Stop with the formalities. Call me ‘tu.’ It sounds better,” I said.
“Listen to me…” he persisted.
“Sit,” I pushed him onto the sofa. I’d decided to be shameless and get my way. We’d come too far for modesty. I grabbed a beer from the fridge, popped it open, and poured it into a glass. The froth mirrored my emotions. I sat close to him, holding the glass to his lips. As he reached for it, I pulled it back and offered my lips instead. He smiled and kissed me. I pressed the glass to his lips, and he drank it all in one gulp, staring at me.
“So, who’s more intoxicating? Me or this?” I asked seductively, tossing my hair back and spreading my legs slightly. He pulled me into his lap. Our lips met, and I slid my tongue into his mouth, exploring every corner. After a long kiss, I handed him the glass and stood up. “You loved these, didn’t you?” I pointed to my breasts, leaning close to his lips. He nodded. “Want to unwrap them?” Before he could answer, I yanked the gown’s tie, letting it fall open. My pink body was barely covered by the bra and panties. I tossed the gown aside. He stared at my near-naked form. I tugged a bra strap and let it snap back, teasing him. He was speechless, clearly not expecting my boldness.
For the first time, desire surged within me. My cold life was now burning with passion. I straddled his lap, spreading my legs, and pressed his head to my breast. “Kiss them. They’re only for you. Still think there’s a wall between us?” His lips roamed my tits. “Take off my bra,” I whispered. Seeing no move, I unhooked it myself. I was so aroused I’d have forced him if needed. “Look how desperate they are for your lips. They’ve been aching for you…” I pressed my nipple to his mouth. He hesitated, then took it in, teasing it with his tongue.
“How are they?” I asked playfully.
“Ummm,” he mumbled, his mouth full of my nipple.
“Speak clearly. I want to hear it,” I teased.
He pulled back, his lips inches from mine. “They’re perfect. I never dreamed of such a beautiful lover. I’m just a poor…” I silenced him with my hand.
“Enough. Just love me. I’ve never let my emotions run wild, but today, I want to lose myself in you,” I said. He returned to my breasts, sucking harder. I moaned, “Aahhh… please, squeeze me dry. Drink my essence.” I pressed his head between my tits, lost in pleasure, moaning, “Aahhh… ummm… ohhh.”
I guided his other hand to my other breast, urging him to squeeze. He switched nipples, his hands roaming my body like soft cotton. After a while, he stopped. “Ranjana, stop now. There’s still time. We’re worlds apart.”
Furious, I stood, ripping off my panties. I was completely naked before him, while he was fully clothed. My face burned with anger. “Men die for a glimpse of this body, and here I am, shamelessly naked for you, and you’re running away? If anyone saw me like this, they’d never believe it. They think I’m cold and arrogant. And you? You’re making me beg. If you felt this way, why didn’t you stay away from the start? Why ignite my desires?”
I grabbed his hand, dragged him to the bedroom, and pushed him onto the bed. I tore at his clothes like a starving animal. Soon, he was as naked as me. For the first time, I saw him fully nude. In the cabin, he always wore pajamas, which I’d loosen to play with his cock. I shoved him onto the bed and climbed on top, kissing and licking every inch of his body. I nibbled his nipples, rubbed my lips against his, and slid my tongue into his mouth. He sucked it eagerly. My hands stroked his cock as I kissed his toes, moving up to his thighs. My lips reached his balls, licking them slowly. Then I focused on his cock, kissing it before taking it into my mouth, sucking hard. It grew even bigger and thicker, scaring me that it might tear my pussy apart.
“You’re such a devil. This cock has addicted me. Today, I’ll quench it with my pussy’s juices,” I said. I tried to flip him, and he rolled onto his stomach, making it easier. I ran my lips over his back. His hard, muscular body from manual labor felt like a wall against my soft skin. I loved rubbing against him, licking his back and ass, showering him with affection.
We played with each other’s bodies for a long time. Then I looked at him and said, “Today, I’m giving you my virginity. It’s the most precious thing I have, proof of my love for you. Please, make me a woman.”
I laid him on his back and straddled his erect cock, positioning it at my pussy’s entrance. I tried to lower myself, but my inexperience and tight pussy made it impossible. I lifted my hips, set his cock with my hands, and pushed down hard, but it slipped out. Frustrated, I glared at him. “Do something! What kind of man are you? I’m trying, and you’re just lying there. What’s wrong with you?”
He shed his hesitation, flipped me onto the bed, and spread my legs. He kissed my pussy. “That’s my real man! My lion! Ravish me. Take all my heat,” I urged. He slid his tongue into my pussy, and I spread my lips wider to welcome it. He licked me deeply, sending shivers through my body. I wanted him to soothe my aching pussy. I pressed his head harder against my cunt, my hips lifting off the bed to meet his tongue. After a long session, I came from his tongue alone.
“Arun, enough. Don’t tease me anymore. Fuck my pussy with your cock. Aahhh… now I know how much pleasure this holds. Ummm…” I moaned. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders, placed his cock at my dripping pussy, and thrust hard. “Aaaahhh… ooohhh… fuck!” His cock hit my hymen. He looked at me and smiled.
“This is for you, my love. I saved it for you. Break this barrier and claim me,” I said.
He thrust again, his cock tearing through my virginity and filling me completely. “Oooofff… are you going to kill me? Uuuuhhh… I’m dying!” I writhed in pain. He paused, his cock buried inside, and lay on top of me, kissing my lips. I bit his lips, kissing back, distracting myself from the pain. I was fully aroused, digging my nails into his back, drawing slight blood.
The pain faded. He pulled his cock out and lifted my head to show me. Drops of blood stained his cock. I was overjoyed. I grabbed his dick, spread my legs, and guided it back into my pussy. He thrust it in deep, then began a rhythm of in-and-out. “Slap… slap… thud… thud…” the sounds echoed as he fucked me hard. I screamed, “Aahhh… harder… tear my pussy apart!” I matched his thrusts from below. After 45 minutes of intense fucking, he flooded my pussy with his cum. I’d already cum three times. He collapsed on me, exhausted. I was in awe of his virility. We kissed, hands roaming each other’s bodies. He rolled to the side, and I rested my head on his chest, playing with his chest hair while he toyed with my hair.
“Thank you,” I said. “I’m so happy today. Every inch of me worships your masculinity. Your cock is incredible—it fucked me senseless. But don’t get cocky; I’m going to ruin you all night.”
“Still not satisfied?” he asked, grinning.
“How can I be satisfied so soon?” I replied. He laughed, playing with my nipples. I looked into his eyes and asked, “Do you love me? Look, this sheet is proof of our union.” I pointed to the bloodstains. He nodded.
“Will you marry me? God, I’m such a fool—I never even asked if you’re married, and I gave you everything.”
“If I say I’m married?” he teased with a sly smile.
“So what? It’s my fate. You’re my everything now, in any form,” I said, my eyes welling up.
“If you’ve decided, arrange the wedding. I’ll inform my family,” he said.
“Yes!” I raised my arms and pounced on him like a tigress. Another marathon round began. This time, I rode his cock, bouncing wildly. Why be shy? He was to be my husband. After a long session, he flipped me onto all fours and fucked me from behind. “Slap… slap… thud… thud…” the sounds filled the room. I moaned, “Aahhh… harder… destroy my pussy!” My eyes caught the mirror on the dressing table. We looked stunning—him pounding me from behind, my big tits bouncing. I shifted to face the mirror, watching his thick black cock slide in and out of my pussy, driving me wild.
I came repeatedly, but he kept going. Finally, he filled my pussy with his cum, overflowing onto the bed. Exhausted, he collapsed on me. I couldn’t hold his weight and fell under him. We lay there, drenched in sweat, kissing and caressing.
Friends, what did you think of my story? Do you believe love knows no boundaries? Share your thoughts in the comments!