Hello, everyone! My name is Priyanka. I am 37 years old, with body sizes 36-34-38, married, and a mother of three children. I live in Delhi, and my husband is often busy with his job and travels to different cities.
Life was running in its usual routine until I met handsome moron Kabir, a 21-year-old boy from Mumbai. We met six months ago—face to face, not online—and in a few months. We became very close, like true lovers. We understood each other in a way that felt magical.
But there was one problem with this son of a bitch: he was always busy! Every time I asked him to come to Delhi to satisfy my pussy thirst, he had an excuse. The reason was that he was busy fucking other clients.
I don’t know what those clients were feeding him, but they had taken up all his time. I was getting damn impatient. I want to suck his cock. I want to talk to him. I want him to fulfil my pussy hunger hard all the time. So, I called him again.
“Kabir, how long will you keep giving me excuses?” I asked, frustration in my voice.
The bastard said, “Babe, you know I want to come, but—”
“But what do I tell my useless motherfucker? Are your clients offering you a government job?” I teased.
Shithead laughed. “Okay, okay, I’ll come! Just stop scolding me like my faculty!”
Finally, he booked a flight to Delhi. I was so excited that I could barely sleep the night before. The next morning, I got ready, wore my favourite dress, and hopped onto my scooty to pick him up from the airport.
Delhi traffic was fucking irritating, its usual nightmare. I had to fight my way through cars, buses, and autorickshaws honking like it was their life’s mission.
At the airport, “Kabir!” I waved and shouted.
The idiot turned, saw me, and his fuckface lit up like Diwali lights. “Babe!” he ran towards me. But before he could hug me, my scooty helmet slipped from my hand and fell on his foot.
“Ow! Priyanka, your love is crazy painful!” he yelped.
I laughed and picked up the helmet. “Sorry, my ass licker. Now get on. We have a lot to do today.
The moronic bastard sat behind me on the scooty, holding me tightly. “Wow, babe, this is better than a roller coaster!”
We zoomed through the streets, dodging cars, autorickshaws, and even a cow that decided to take a nap in the middle of the road.
We stopped at a nice restaurant to eat. Kabir was starving, and he ordered food like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. “You’re eating like you just came back from Kargil,” I teased.
He ordered everything—paneer tikka, butter naan, biryani, and even a chocolate brownie.
“You fucker, are you eating for the next three days?” I teased.
“I missed Delhi food, and I missed you!” he winked.
I blushed. Then we started having some fun conversations:
Kabir: Priyanka, do I look like a foodie?
Me: No, you look like a shit eater!
Kabir: Why is this butter naan so soft?
Me: Because it knows you are useless and single, and it wants to comfort you. Why did you order so much food?
Kabir: Just in case your asshole love isn’t enough to fill my stomach. Should I feed you a bite?
Me: No thanks, I can eat myself. Kabir, why are you staring at me instead of eating?
Kabir: Because you’re sweeter than my dessert!
Babe, do you like me or this biryani more?
Me: The biryani is hot, and you are cold. Guess my answer! Stop eating like you just got out of jail!
Kabir: But Priyanka, I was trapped with my aunties! Can I have one bite from your plate?
Me: Only if you can handle my spicy taste!
Kabir: I think I ate too much.
Me: Should I take you to the hospital or kick you to your home?
Kabir: Priyanka, when will I get a wife who can cook like this?
Me: When you began to suck only my ass rather than licking more pussies. Should I pay the bill, or should we run?
Kabir: I’ll distract the moron motherfucker waiter. you start the scooty!
After lunch, we went shopping. I dragged him from shop to shop, making him hold all my bags.
“Babe, am I your boyfriend or your assistant?” He groaned.
I laughed, “Both! Now, hold these bangles while I try this saree.”
Finally, after all the fun and laughter, I decided it was time. I took the fucker to my home. The house was empty—my husband was in another city for work, and the children were not there either.
As we entered, fucker looked around. “So… just you and me?” he said with a cunning smile.
I smiled back. “Yes, just us.”
Then the stupid muscular body took off my clothes and gave me a deep lip lock. The handsome boy kissed me on my waist and pressed my big boobs.
Slowly, he removed my panty bra and carried me to the bathroom. He stood behind me, bit my neck, and pressed my big boobs hard. “Ah ahh ahh ahh, you bloody motherfucker. Ah, bastard. Ah ahh.” I moaned.
Then I sucked hard cock. After a long romance in the bathroom, I threw him on the bed in the bedroom. I continued to suck his cock passionately in various positions.
“Suck my cock, my cock sucker babe, suck more,” the fucking idiot scolded me and fucked in my throat. My lust increased even more while sucking my dick. Then he was going to suck my pussy, but I told him to fuck me. He fucked me hard and put my legs on his shoulder.
I screamed a lot, “Ah ah ah ah ah fuck me hard fuck me ah ah ah fuck me ah ah ah ah ah.” He scolded me and fucked me hard. My screams for his hardcore fucking gradually became louder. “Change position and fuck me, you useless motherfucker,” I said, slapping him on the face.
Crazy fucker pulled me to the end of the bed and fucked my ass really hard. He drove me crazy by kissing my back and playing with my tits hard. Then he put my legs on his shoulders and kissed my legs.
He sucked my pussy again, furiously, for a long time in various positions. I pulled him up, put my mouth on his, and sucked him while kissing him. After long tongue play for a long time, I ordered him to fuck me again.
He fucked me hard all night long on the bed, on the sofa, and even on the floor, satisfying me deeply. I had sex with him in various positions and various ways and enjoyed it very much.
He was so tired after fucking me for a long time. He started to cum on my boobs, but I told him to cum on my face. I enjoyed it. We went to the bathroom, cleaned up, had dinner, and went to bed.
I enjoyed sex with my close-call boy all day long. I fell asleep on his cock while sucking it. The next day, we woke up very late. I don’t remember the exact time, but it was probably around noon.
He prepared breakfast for me and fed me. My husband would be back home that evening, so he had breakfast and left. If my husband hadn’t come home that evening, I would have enjoyed the entire day with my fucker.
I am really looking forward to having wild, crazy BDSM sex with Kabir for a week, waiting for the right time.
Kabir is more than just a call boy to me. He is very close to me. At first, I would give him money every time we had sex. Understanding the money problems in our house, he would only take half of the money I gave him.
He hasn’t been taking any money from me for the last three months because we’ve become very close. Every time he comes to Delhi for me, he definitely gives me a special gift. This time, too, he gave me a very special gift. I liked it very much. The gift seemed very special to me.
I still want to write about my sexual experiences with him. If possible, I will write more stories.
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