Hey guys, I’m Adarsh, 25, 6 feet tall, fair, with a ripped body from daily gym sessions—six-pack abs and broad shoulders. My cock’s a solid 7 inches, thick and fair. My buddies Abhyuday, 26, 5’10”, sturdy build, and Nikhil, 24, lean but fit at 5’9”, are both party animals and pussy chasers like me. For days, they’d been hyping up these Mumbai nightclubs where, after midnight, wild rave parties kick off. Hot, young chicks show up, get high, hit the dance floor, and practically beg, “Fuck me!” That thought alone got us pumped, so we set out to find this legendary club.
After some searching, we landed at this spot famous for its happy hour drinks and cocktails. It was known for cheap booze after 8 PM. Stepping inside blew our minds. The place was pure paradise—dim lighting, cozy vibes, and artificial clouds on the ceiling giving it a dreamy feel. The sofas were soft, modern, and sleek. Waterfall features on the walls added a sultry edge. The menu was insane—Japanese, Thai, Mughlai, Chinese, you name it. The drinks? Fucking phenomenal. We spent the first half-hour just soaking in the club’s vibe, too stunned to move.
Our mission was clear: score some pussy. But the place was so gorgeous, we got distracted. The waitresses, all around 20-22, were young, fair, and stunning, their 34D tits and 36-inch hips popping in tight uniforms. They served with flirty smiles, so friendly I wanted to grab their wrists, pull them onto my lap, and squeeze their tits. But I held back, thinking, “Chill, Adarsh, you’ll get your chance.” We ordered spicy Thai food and whiskey-based cocktails. The food and drinks hit like a dream.
Soon, a group of three college girls walked in. Manisha, 21, fair, 5’5”, with 34C tits, a slim waist, and 36-inch hips, rocked a tight black mini dress barely covering her thighs. Shalini, 22, dusky, 5’4”, had 34D tits and heavy 38-inch hips, in a red top and skirt. Priya, 20, fair, 5’6”, with 32B tits and a tight, toned body, wore jeans and a crop top. They were in full party mode, laughing and ordering drinks. We started chatting them up. Abhyuday flirted with Shalini, Nikhil with Priya, and I zeroed in on Manisha. Their vibe screamed they were hunting for cock.
I got the idea to heat things up on the dance floor. “Yo, Abhyuday,” I said, “sitting here’s no fun. Let’s take the girls to the disco. Get our hands on their waists and necks, and they’ll be ours.” We convinced the girls, and they were game. Stepping into the disco was like entering another world. Rap music blasted, foreign tracks thumping hard. Half the girls were nearly naked, in bikinis or just bras and panties. Their 34D-36D tits and 36-38-inch hips swayed seductively. Guys were smacking their round asses. A hip-shaking contest was on, and those tiny bikinis left their tits fully exposed. My 7-inch cock stiffened in my pants. Abhyuday and Nikhil were just as turned on. “Fuck, this is a sex den!” Nikhil whispered.
The disco was dark, with only music lights and flashing disco beams. The air screamed sex. We moved deeper and saw a table where people were snorting white powder—probably coke. Others were puffing on hookahs laced with something strong. I thought, “Tonight, I’m fucking at least one pussy.” In a dark corner, open fucking was happening—guys and girls going at it against walls and on sofas. I grabbed Manisha’s waist and started dancing. Her mini dress rode up, flashing her fair thighs and a peek of her panties. “Adarsh, you’re a hell of a dancer,” she giggled, pressing closer. I ran my hands over her hips and waist, pulling her tight.
Abhyuday and Nikhil were dancing with their girls too. Manisha was extra wild. High on drinks, she started lifting her dress. Shalini and Priya followed, peelingstift, peeling off their tops and skirts. The crowd started whistling. “Take it off!” someone yelled. I ripped off my shirt, showing off my six-pack. Abhyuday tossed his tee, and Nikhil ditched his jacket. Suddenly, some random dude, probably wanting to fuck Manisha, stripped his shirt and tried dancing with her. “Back off, asshole,” I snapped, shoving him aside and pulling Manisha close. “She’s mine,” I thought.
A Honey Singh track hit—“Blue Eyes, Hypnotize!” The crowd went wild, chanting for the girls to strip naked and show their pussies. The girls, drunk and high, complied. Manisha’s pink panties hit the floor, her 34C tits straining against her bra. “Fuck baby, fuck! Fuck your pussy!” the crowd roared. I grabbed Manisha’s waist, not letting any other guy near her. She was so out of it, she wouldn’t know who fucked her. I smirked, thinking, “She’ll wake up thinking it was me.”
Abhyuday and Nikhil took their girls to a wall and started fingering their pussies. “Ohhh… fuck…” Shalini moaned. “Deeper, Nikhil!” Priya gasped. I pulled Manisha to a wall, unhooked her bra, and her 34C tits bounced free, pink nipples hard. I slid a finger into her wet pussy. “Ohhh… Adarsh… keep going…” she moaned. The darkness and flashing lights set the perfect fuck vibe. Her pussy was shaved smooth. I pushed two fingers in, and she groaned, “Uhhh… harder…” The crowd was filming us.
I thought, “Time to get famous!” I shouted my phone number to the girls filming, hoping for more pussy later. I bent Manisha against the wall, her 36-inch ass in my face. I buried my mouth in her cheeks, licking her crack. “Ohhh… Adarsh… what the fuck…” she moaned, her hips shaking, creating waves in her ass. I fingered her pussy hard, “squish… squish…” Her juices flowed, white and creamy. I licked them up. “Manisha, your pussy tastes so fucking good!” She was too drunk to respond, just moaning.
The crowd yelled, “Suck his cock!” I stood up, hands behind my back. Manisha dropped to her knees, yanking down my underwear. My 7-inch cock sprang out. “Fuck, it’s so thick…” she said, stroking it. “Suck it, Manisha, suck it hard!” I growled. “Mmm… mmm…” she slurped, her mouth wet and warm. I grabbed her hair, “Yeah, take my cock!” Abhyuday and Nikhil were getting blowjobs too. “Fuck, Shalini, you’re a pro!” Abhyuday groaned. “Priya, deeper!” Nikhil shouted. The crowd whistled.
Time to fuck. I lifted Manisha, naked as hell, and carried her to a dark corner where everyone was fucking. The crowd lit the way with phone torches. Abhyuday and Nikhil followed with their girls. I laid Manisha on a sofa. The crowd’s torches lit up her pink, wet pussy. “Fuck her, Adarsh!” someone shouted. I spread her legs, rubbed my cock on her slit. “Ohhh… slow… Adarsh…” she begged. I eased in, “thwack… thwack…” Her pussy was tight and wet. “Uhhh… deeper…” she moaned. I pounded harder, “smack… smack…” Her 34C tits bounced wildly. I grabbed one, squeezing, “Your tits are fucking perfect!” “Ohhh… squeeze harder…” she gasped. I fucked her senseless, her pussy squirting, “squelch… squelch…” Her juices coated my cock.
I flipped her over, doggy style. “Fuck the bitch!” the crowd chanted. Her 36-inch ass was in my face. I licked her crack again. “Ohhh… Adarsh… what are you…” she moaned. “Gonna fuck your ass, Manisha?” I asked. “Yeah… but slow…” she said. I pushed my cock into her tight asshole, “thrust…” “Ohhh… fuck… it hurts!” she screamed, but the booze dulled her pain. I fucked her ass slowly, “thwack… thwack…” “Uhhh… deeper, Adarsh…” she groaned. I went balls-deep, her ass gripping my 7-inch cock. “Fuck, your ass is so tight!” I pounded for 45 minutes, her moans filling the air, “Ohhh… uhhh…”
I pulled out, flipped her around. “Open your mouth!” I ordered. She knelt, and I shot my load in her mouth. “Mmm… gulp…” she swallowed. The crowd cheered. I laid her back on the sofa, slid into her pussy again. “Smack… smack…” I fucked her for another half-hour. “Ohhh… Adarsh… I’m coming!” she screamed, her pussy clenching as she came. I unloaded inside her, “squelch… squelch…”
The next day, those girls made my video go viral on WhatsApp. My number spread too. Over the next few days, I fucked six more chicks at that club.
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