My name is Sweety Chaudhary. I’m from a small village in Haryana, 24 years old, fair-skinned, with a body that turns heads on the kabaddi field. My long black hair, 34C firm tits, slim waist, and round, plump ass are the talk of Haryana’s kabaddi circle. I’m a national-level kabaddi player, and my hard work, passion, and stubbornness got me here. There’s a fire inside me that burns even hotter off the field, especially in the bedroom. I’m an open-minded girl who doesn’t suppress her desires. My brother-in-law, Ravi, is 32, a former kabaddi player, tall and broad, with a mustache and a hot temper. He’s been my guide, but his advice sometimes lands me in trouble. Then there’s Kuldeep Yadav, a 65-year-old powerful politician and the president of the Bharat Kabaddi League (BKL). His eyes scream hunger, his face oozes dominance, and his body makes it hard to guess his age. His black mustache, broad chest, and commanding voice are enough to intimidate anyone, but I found his dominance strangely attractive.
This story is from when I was playing for Jaat Land Juliets in the Bharat Kabaddi League. Kabaddi doesn’t have the money cricket does, especially women’s kabaddi. The costs for diet, physio, and supplements were so high my pockets were always empty. To make some extra cash, I wore a sponsor’s jersey through an advertising firm. But my franchise didn’t like it. They complained to the BKL governing body since the rule was to wear only the franchise jersey. The disciplinary committee suspended me. My world fell apart. All my hard work, my dreams, shattered in a moment. I sat alone in my room, crying, soaking my pillow with tears. The sweat I’d poured into the fields of my village, the nights spent training, all felt wasted. That’s when Ravi suggested I meet Kuldeep Yadav, the BKL president.
I went to meet Kuldeep at a five-star hotel in Lucknow, where he had a permanent suite booked. I wore a tight black T-shirt and sports leggings that hugged every curve of my body. My hair was down, and I put on light makeup to look professional. The suite was lavish—plush bed, velvet curtains, soft lighting. Kuldeep sat on a sofa, his black mustache and heavy voice dominating the room. The moment he saw me, he licked his lips like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey. His gaze locked on my cleavage, sending a shiver through me, though the fire inside me was already stirring. I explained my suspension, apologized, and pleaded, “Sir, I messed up. I wore the sponsor’s jersey because I was broke. Please, save my career. My family’s honor is at stake.”
Kuldeep, in his deep voice, said, “Sweety, I can lift the suspension, but what do I get in return?” His eyes were glued to my tits, his smirk dripping with mischief. I got nervous, but my inner hunger was waking up. Ravi, who was with me, put his hand on my back and gently rubbed it, as if saying there’s nothing to fear. His fingers grazed my waist, giving me a strange comfort. I gathered my courage and said, “Sir, I’ll do whatever you say.” My tone was innocent, but my eyes had a spark that showed I was in on the game.
Kuldeep grinned and said, “Take off your T-shirt and sit on my lap.” I had no choice, but honestly, my inner fire was blazing now. I slowly peeled off my T-shirt. My black sports bra held my tits up like two ripe mangoes. Ravi picked up my T-shirt and set it aside. I sat on Kuldeep’s lap. His masculine body pressed against my soft frame. He started squeezing my tits with his rough hands. His grip was so tight it sent electric shocks through me. I’d slept with plenty of coaches, but Kuldeep’s strength and grip were on another level. He kneaded my tits like he was trying to squeeze juice out of them. My nipples hardened, my breath quickened. The pain mixed with a weird pleasure, like my body was discovering a new kind of thrill. My pussy was getting wet, and I clenched my thighs, but I couldn’t stop the rush.
For five minutes, he groped my tits, then yanked off my bra. My nipples stood erect in the air, and he took turns sucking them. His hot tongue swirled around my nipples, and I let out moans, “Ahh… sir…” My voice dripped with hunger. My pussy was soaked, and I was fully aroused. Kuldeep’s moves were driving me wild. He signaled to Ravi, who pulled off my leggings and panties. I was completely naked, my smooth pussy and round ass glistening in the dim light. Kuldeep stripped too. When I saw his cock, my eyes widened. Black, thick, and 6 inches even when soft. His pubes were untrimmed, giving off a sharp scent. He told me to suck his cock. I made a face, but my inner hunger had taken over. I took his cock in my mouth.
At first, the smell of his pubes was off-putting, but soon it started to intoxicate me. I sucked his cock, my tongue circling his tip. It swelled to 8 inches in my mouth, hard as an iron rod. I licked his veins, teased his balls. Kuldeep’s moans echoed in the room. “Yes, Sweety, suck it harder…” he growled. I sucked faster, my lips wrapped tight around his cock. My pussy was dripping, and I felt a wild pleasure, like this was what I was made for. I started rubbing my pussy with one hand, my fingers sinking into my wetness. Every time I touched my clit, a jolt shot through me. I was lost in the moment, and that pleasure was pulling me deeper.
Kuldeep made me bend over the edge of the bed like a mare. I raised my ass, my pussy and asshole fully exposed. He tried to shove his cock in my pussy, but my spit on his cock made it slip toward my asshole. His tip pushed into my ass, and I screamed in pain, “Ahh… no, sir, not there!” But there was a strange excitement in my voice. Kuldeep called Ravi over and said, “Ravi, grab my cock and guide it into her pussy.” Like villagers guiding a buffalo to mate, Ravi held Kuldeep’s cock and slid it into my pussy. When it entered, it felt like a hot rod piercing me. My pussy swallowed it, and I moaned in ecstasy.
Kuldeep started thrusting. Each thrust hit my womb, and I screamed, “Ahh… harder… sir, don’t stop!” My voice was raw with need, and every thrust felt like heaven. Kuldeep’s stamina was unreal. At 65, he fucked like a young bull. He grabbed my tits again, milking them. His fingers pinched my nipples, and I was drowning in pleasure. My body shook with every thrust, like electricity was coursing through me. I pushed my ass back, wanting his cock deeper. My pussy clenched around him, and I came twice. Each orgasm sent a sweet ache through me, and I screamed louder. It felt like I was a Jat queen being ravaged by her king on the bed.
He grabbed my hair and pulled, like a rider taming his mare. His speed increased, and I screamed with every thrust. “Yes… sir… fuck me… harder!” My voice echoed in the room. Kuldeep fucked me for half an hour in different positions—doggy style, flat on my back, then with my legs on his shoulders. Each position brought a new wave of pleasure, and I forgot myself. My pussy clenched repeatedly, and every time I came, it felt like my body was floating. I’d never felt such ecstasy. Kuldeep’s fucking had a magic that kept pulling me back to him.
When he was about to cum, he laid me flat and fucked me at bullet-train speed. His breaths were like a bull’s, and he was growling. Finally, he shot thick streams of cum inside me. There was so much it filled my pussy and started leaking out. My body was still trembling, my face glowing with satisfaction, a strange calm in my heart. I lay on the bed, panting, my body still buzzing with heat.
A little later, Kuldeep asked Ravi, “Want a protein shake?” Ravi thought he meant a gym shake and said yes. But Kuldeep laughed and said, “Here, lick my cum from Sweety’s pussy.” Ravi refused, but Kuldeep got angry. Reluctantly, Ravi started licking the cum dripping from my pussy. Kuldeep said, “Stick your tongue deep, clean it all.” Ravi did it. It felt weird, but Ravi’s tongue on my pussy was heating me up again. I closed my eyes and savored the moment, my body tingling, wanting it to last longer.
When we left the hotel, Ravi was furious. He said, “Sweety, why don’t we frame Kuldeep in a sex scandal?” I loved the fucking so much I didn’t want to, thinking back to the pleasure I’d never experienced before. But under Ravi’s pressure, I filed a police complaint. The medical exam found no trace of Kuldeep’s cum in my pussy—Ravi had licked it clean. The result? I was humiliated, and my career was ruined. If I hadn’t betrayed Kuldeep, I’d probably still be getting fucked like a mare under him, feeling that same ecstasy every time. But now, all I have is regret.