My name is Anuj, I’m 25 years old, and I work as a team leader at a private mobile company’s customer service center. This story happened two months ago when one of my agents connected me with a customer whose mobile bill was unusually high, far beyond what she’d used. She wanted to speak with a senior to resolve the issue, so I stepped in. During our conversation, she took my personal number to avoid future hassles.
Days later, she called me. Her name was Nancy. We chatted casually, catching up on small talk. Then she said, “Anuj, I need details about a new plan. Can you come to my place?” I agreed, took her address, and headed to her house.
When Nancy opened the door, I was floored. She was around 32, draped in a pink saree that clung to her curves. Her full, heavy breasts strained against the fabric, and her fair, rounded hips peeked through the saree’s folds, igniting a fire in me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her voluptuous figure.
She welcomed me inside and asked me to sit on the sofa while she went to the kitchen for water. When she returned, she sat close to me and asked, “Are you married?” I shook my head no. She smirked, “You must have a girlfriend, then?” I admitted I had one before, but she was married now. Her eyes gleamed as she asked, “So, have you ever had sex?”
Her bluntness shocked me. I denied it, and she laughed, “How do you control yourself then?” I shrugged, saying work kept me too busy for such thoughts. Curious, I asked about her husband. She said he lived abroad, visiting only during festivals like Holi or Diwali. I teased, “So how do you handle your needs?”
Before I could process her response, she pressed herself against me, whispering, “That’s why you’re here, darling.” Her warm breath on my face sent a jolt through me. I grabbed her, crashing my lips against hers, sucking her soft, juicy lips hungrily. Our tongues danced as we stumbled into her bedroom.
I pulled her into my arms, kissing her deeply, tasting her tongue. She clung to me, moaning softly, “Aahh… Anuj… keep going…” I unbuttoned her blouse, freeing her massive, creamy breasts. I squeezed them hard, her nipples stiffening under my touch. She gasped, “Ohhh… yes, baby… squeeze them harder… suck my tits… I’m so thirsty for this… quench me!”
I took her nipple in my mouth, sucking and nibbling with fervor. Her moans grew louder, “Aahh… ohhh… yes, my king… suck them dry…” I slid a hand under her saree, finding her pussy dripping wet. My fingers explored her slick folds, and she shuddered, “Ohhh… fuck… touch me there… yes…”
She begged, “Anuj, I can’t wait anymore… fuck me!” We shifted into a 69 position. She took my throbbing cock in her mouth, sucking it like a pro, while I buried my face in her soaking pussy, lapping at her clit. Her juices tasted divine, driving me wild. I licked her harder, and she moaned around my cock, “Mmm… ohhh…” Within minutes, I exploded in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop, purring, “Fuck, your cum tastes so good, baby.”
Moments later, she pleaded, “Please, shove that cock in my pussy!” I kissed her fiercely, my dick hardening again. I caressed her thick, creamy ass, making her moan, “Ohhh… yes… play with my ass…” I spread her legs wide and thrust my entire cock into her tight pussy in one go. She screamed, “Aahh… fuck… slow down… you’ll rip me apart!” Her pussy was so tight, probably barely touched by her husband. I kissed her lips to ease her, then slammed in again, burying my cock deep inside her.
Tears streamed down her face from the intensity, and she writhed in pain. I sucked her lips, and soon she relaxed. Then she urged, “Yes, my king… fuck me harder… destroy my pussy… aahh… ohhh… fuck… make it yours!” Her dirty talk fueled me. I pounded her relentlessly, the room filled with the wet, rhythmic slap of flesh—thap thap thap. She thrust her hips up to meet my strokes, both of us drenched in sweat.
Her pussy clenched, gushing with her release, but I didn’t stop. I kept hammering into her, and soon my cock erupted, filling her with my cum. I collapsed onto her, kissing her lips softly. We lay tangled for a while, catching our breath. Then I flipped her over, making her go doggy-style. I licked her plump, fair ass, teasing her tight hole. My cock stiffened again.
I pressed my dick against her asshole and pushed. It slid in slightly, and she cried out, “Aahh… no… take it out… it hurts!” But I didn’t stop. With another thrust, I buried my cock in her ass. The tight heat drove me wild. I fucked her hard, the thap thap sound echoing again. She moaned, half in pain, half in pleasure. Soon, I came deep in her ass, collapsing onto her.
We lay there, spent. Nancy whispered, “Anuj, you’ve satisfied my craving. I’m yours now. Come back whenever you want.” We dressed, and she brought tea and snacks. After eating, I left for home.
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