Hey guys, Vicky from Andheri again. 26, with a 6-inch thick monster that turns decent bhabhis into dripping, cock-starved animals the second they see it.
The flat was a mess after Friday night. Bottles rolling everywhere, pizza boxes scattered, clothes fucking everywhere. The maid didn’t show up, so I opened Snabbit for an emergency full-house clean. They promised someone in 10-15 minutes.
Doorbell rings.
Priya steps in. 38, married, and I’m in shock seeing her. She’s wearing a light pink kurti over 36D heavy tits, black leggings, thick thighs, and a fat, juicy ass jiggling with every step. Fair skin flushed already, messy bun half-falling.
“Hi, sir… Priya from Snabbit. Please give OTP.” Zero bullshit, dives straight into cleaning.
She’s bending, crawling, squatting with her ass shoved back so hard the leggings are basically transparent. Every low reach shows her perfect pussy shape. The kurti keeps riding up, and her nipples are visible through the fabric like they’re trying to escape.
I’m sitting on the couch, cock already throbbing, leaking in my shorts. She glances back every few minutes, biting her lip and smirking, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me.
Flat sparkling in under an hour. She stands there, sweat-soaked, kurti stuck to her tits, nipples like fucking bullets.
“Sir… my back, my thighs, everything is killing me from all the bending…” She arches, pushes those massive boobs forward, and rubs her lower back slowly and dirty.
I stay silent, just watching. She fidgets, thighs squeezing together like she’s trying not to hump the air.
“I’m taking a bath. You finish work by then,” I say.
I start stripping in my room and wrap the loosest towel I own around my waist. It’s already useless because my dick is iron-hard and pointing straight up. I walk toward the bathroom area.
She’s at the sink now with her kurti hiked halfway up her stomach, splashing water over her neck and cleavage. Door wide open.
She catches my reflection, and my towel slides right off, hitting the floor. My 6-inch cock is out with thick veins pulsing, head swollen and dripping, balls heavy and full.
Her eyes go wide. She turns, breathing like she just ran a marathon. She comes to me, sobbing, “Sir, my husband is in Dubai. Shows up once a year for a quick visit. Treats sex like a fucking obligation, a three-minute pump-and-dump… maybe twice if I’m lucky… then he rolls over and snores.
“The other 360 days? Total desperation. I’m such a horny bitch. I finger myself raw every single night… shove three fingers deep… and it’s still not enough. I soak through my panties at work, in the market, while chopping vegetables. I’m literally going insane. I need real cock. Thick, hard, ruthless cock like yours. Right fucking now.”
She drops, she fucking collapses onto the tile right in front of me.
“Sir… I’m on my knees like a desperate street whore. Please destroy me. Fuck my throat till I choke and tears run… ram my cunt till I scream your name… wreck my ass if the mood hits. I don’t care anymore.”
“Cum wherever you want. Down my throat, across my face, deep in my womb. Right now, I don’t even care if you breed me. Just use me. Ruin me. I’ll be your personal cum-dump every time he disappears.”
“Please… please… I’ll crawl, I’ll cry, I’ll beg louder. Don’t leave me empty again. My pussy is pulsing so hard, it hurts.”
Hands shaking, she grabs my towel with both fists, takes my dick in hand, and slaps it against her tongue.
“Fuck… so heavy… so hot… tastes like pure sin…”
I catch her by the hair and tear her kurti open. Bra flies off. Massive tits bounce free, nipples swollen and begging. I attack them, sucking brutally, biting down till she shouts, twisting the other one hard. She’s moaning like she’s possessed.
“BITE THEM! CHEW MY FUCKING NIPPLES! YESSS! HURT ME MORE!”
Leggings were yanked to her ankles with her drenched thong. Pussy shaved bare, lips puffy and shining, clit swollen, and her juices are literally dripping onto the floor in thick strings.
She slams her back against the wall, hooks one leg high over my arm, and spreads herself obscenely wide.
“Look at this sloppy married cunt. It’s been waiting since I stepped through your door. No condom. Cum inside. Breed me deep. Fill me till it’s leaking for days. NOW FUCK ME!”
I slam in with full force, balls-deep in one savage thrust. She screams so loud the neighbors probably heard.
“FUUUUCK YESSS! SPLIT ME OPEN! SO FUCKING FULL!”
Her pussy is molten, vice-tight, gushing around me. I pound her against the wall with her legs locked around my waist and nails raking bloody lines down my back.
“HARDER! BREAK ME! FUCK ME LIKE A CHEAP WHORE!”
Now into doggy, she lifts her ass up like an offering. I spank her till both cheeks are bright red, then purple. She shoves back violently.
“SPANK ME RAW! CALL ME YOUR DIRTY WHORE! OWN THIS CUNT! FUCK MY WOMB!”
She cums screaming and squirting hard, shaking violently, her pussy clamping so tight I almost lose it.
I push her to the couch, and she climbs on, riding like a woman possessed. Tits slapping my face, hips grinding filthy circles.
“BREED ME! FLOOD MY MARRIED PUSSY! I WANT YOUR CUM DRIPPING OUT FOR WEEKS!”
She cums again, violently, screaming my name, milking me hard.
She asks for another round in the shower, bent over with her hands on the tiles. I grip her hair like reins and slam in from behind under scalding water.
“Beg properly, bitch.”
“PLEASE CUM IN ME! PUMP ME FULL! KNOCK ME UP IF YOU WANT! I’LL COME BACK EVERY WEEK BEGGING FOR THIS COCK! I’M YOUR CUM-SLUT NOW!”
I explode, roaring and pumping thick ropes deep inside her spasming cunt. She cums with me, with her legs giving out while collapsing forward, ass still twitching. My cum was already leaking out around my cock.
We stand there gasping, water running red from scratch marks. She turns, drops to her knees again, and licks me clean like it’s her favorite treat.
“Thank you… I’ve never been fucked like an animal before… I’m completely ruined for anyone else now.”
She leaves dripping my load down both thighs, kurti torn open, no payment taken. But I ordered a kurti for her on Blinkit and shoved three 2k notes in her bra, saying thanks for this, and told her to buy some crazy lingerie. She left after taking my number.
She sends a voice note at 2 a.m. that night:
“Pussy won’t stop leaking your cum. Still throbbing like crazy. Need you to wreck me again. Please. I’m touching myself, but it’s nothing compared to you. Come ruin your married whore.”
*****
Mumbai’s full of Priyas who are neglected, dripping, seconds away from dropping to their knees and turning into complete cock-crazed sluts the moment a real dick appears. All it took was one towel.
To all boys, don’t lose hope. If you’re charming enough and have crazy sex skills, you’ll get it every time you want. You’re the one who can dominate any woman. Women love to be submissive, which is your best advantage.
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