My name is Anamika, and I’m from Mumbai. Growing up, I used to despise sex. The reason? My dad fucked my mom relentlessly, and she could barely handle it. His pounding was so intense, it left her gasping, unable to cope with his raw, animalistic thrusts. As a kid, I’d hide in a corner, watching them go at it—sometimes her pussy, sometimes her ass, wherever his cock wanted to go. I was terrified back then, too young to understand. But as I grew into a woman, that fear turned into a burning desire. My pussy started craving the same kind of fucking my dad gave my mom.
Every time I saw a man, my cunt would get wet. Whenever I spotted a guy, my eyes went straight to his pants, trying to size up his bulge. If his jeans or trousers showed a thick, heavy cock, I’d lose my mind. I knew right then that he was the kind of man who could satisfy my dripping pussy. Slowly, I started watching porn, and it set my body on fire. The videos made me so horny that I couldn’t think straight. My pussy was screaming for cock, and I decided it was time to hunt for the perfect man. But finding one wasn’t easy.
Then, one day, I came up with a plan. There was this uncle living next door, a well-educated guy who worked in the stock market, all from his computer at home. I told my mom, “Mom, I’ve finished 12th grade. I want to learn something useful, like what uncle does. Look at him—he’s got everything, working from home.” My mom loved the idea. She thought if he took me under his wing, my future would be set. But I had other plans. A man’s a man, I thought. I’ll get him to fuck me, cool this burning heat in my pussy, and no one will suspect a thing. Plus, I’d learn something useful.
One day, my mom and I went to meet him. He turned out to be a kind, decent man and agreed to teach me. My mom was thrilled, and I was over the moon. He lived with his wife, who worked at a bank and left for work by 9 a.m. The next day, I started going to his place regularly. He began teaching me about the stock market, and life seemed to move forward. But you know why I was really there.
I started flirting with him, showing off my body. Every day, I wore sexier outfits—no dupatta, just deep-neck kurtas that flaunted my cleavage. Sometimes I’d wear tight tops with plunging necklines, bending over in front of him to give him a full view of my tits. No man could resist a young, gorgeous girl like me. Slowly, my seduction worked. One day, he straight-up asked me for sex. I didn’t hesitate—I said yes.
He pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me. His hot breath grazed my skin as he kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth. I kissed him back, matching his hunger. But that first day, things didn’t go far because he didn’t have a condom. I mean, come on, how’s a 19-year-old girl supposed to get fucked without a condom? I was ready, but he wasn’t willing to take the risk. Older men are cautious like that, but they fuck like beasts, which is exactly what I wanted.
That day, he groped my tits hard, slid his fingers into my ass, and rubbed my pussy until I was soaking wet. He sat me on his lap, kissing me fiercely, but my pussy was aching for his cock. I went home frustrated but determined to make it happen.
The next day, I showed up prepared. I wore a tight top and a short skirt that hugged my curves, my tits and ass popping out. He’d gotten condoms, and he was ready too. As soon as I walked in, he locked the door and pulled me into his arms. “Anamika, you look so fucking sexy today,” he growled. “I’m gonna fuck your pussy until you scream.” I blushed but teased back, “Uncle, hurry up, my cunt’s already dripping for you.”
He led me to the bedroom, pushed me onto the bed, and started ripping off my clothes. I helped him, tossing my top and skirt aside until I was in just my bra and panties. He yanked off my bra, his eyes wild as he saw my bare tits. He took my nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking them. “Ohhh… fuck… uncle… ahhh…” I moaned, my body trembling. I grabbed his cock through his pants, feeling its thick, hard length. “Fuck, uncle, your dick is so big!” I gasped, pulling down his pants to free it.
He smirked, “You ready for this cock to wreck your pussy, Anamika?” I nodded eagerly. But before that, he buried his face between my legs, licking my clit like a man possessed. “Ohhh… shit… uncle… lick it… harder…” I moaned, grabbing his head and grinding my pussy against his tongue. My cunt was gushing, and he lapped up every drop. “Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” he groaned. I was sweating, my body on fire, desperate for his cock.
I spread my legs wide and begged, “Uncle, stop teasing… fuck me now… shove that cock in my cunt!” He slid a condom onto his thick dick, positioned it at my pussy’s entrance, and asked, “Ready, Anamika?” I screamed, “Yes, uncle… fuck me… tear my pussy apart!” With one hard thrust, he buried his entire cock inside me. “Ahhh… ohhh… fuck… it’s so big…” I cried out. He started pounding me, the sound of his balls slapping against me filling the room—slap, slap, slap. I lifted my hips, meeting his thrusts, screaming, “Harder… fuck my pussy harder…”
He grabbed my tits, squeezing them, biting my nipples as he fucked me. “Anamika, your cunt is so tight… fuck, it’s perfect,” he growled. I was lost in pleasure, moaning, “Uncle… destroy my pussy… ohhh… ahhh…” He kept going, talking dirty, “Take my cock, you horny slut… you love this, don’t you?” I screamed, “Yes… fuck me like a whore… harder…”
For nearly an hour, he pounded my pussy. I came over and over, my juices soaking the bed, but my cunt still craved more. Finally, he groaned and came, collapsing on me. I was exhausted but still hungry for more. From that day, it became a daily ritual. I’d go to his place, and he’d fuck me senseless. He started taking stamina pills to keep up, fucking me for hours, but my pussy’s hunger never died. I need more cocks to satisfy me, and I’m already hunting for other men to fuck my brains out.
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