In the heart of the bustling city, a crowded bus rumbled along, filled with the scent of sweat and anticipation. Ramla felt a jolt of pleasure go through her body as she felt a hard thing touching her back. It felt like a rod with a sharp end, waiting to pierce into her through the fabric.
The more she was pressed into it, the more it felt like it would pierce into her. She could feel it pulsating on her skin, as if it were waiting to burst and pour into her. She felt a set of hands creeping into her exposed navel, caressing and climbing its way into her blouse.
She realized that the hard, piercing rod pressing onto her belonged to a man. He pressed deeper into her, reaching his ear. His hands now reached her blouse, slowly undoing it. “Ashiq,” He said, and he breathed in her scent. He pressed his nose into her sweaty neck to sniff the musty scent of her sweat and perfume.
The summer heat made her wet. He could see her sweat flowing like rivulets into her huge cleavage, announcing the extent of her arousal. The scent was an invitation for him. “38. Double D,” she replied, turning her head towards him, as he was curiously measuring her.
Ashiq smiled and continued his play. He opened the buttons of her blouse and slid his hands inside. He brought his other hand back to her hip, grabbed it aggressively, and pulled him closer to his dick. “I know this is 42 inches, but I will still get in. I have something for women like you.” Ashiq whispered.
He wanted to touch her, smell her, taste her, and then he didn’t know yet. But right now it was just her, her sweaty, musty body emanating pheromones for him. Ashiq’s hands wandered, finding Ramla’s navel and tits again and again. His heart raced as he felt her curves beneath his fingers.
He felt her up in every way he could think of, while whispering all the things he wanted to do to her curves as he kneaded her breasts. A new, sweet scent cut through the familiar musk of her skin-warm and creamy, like steamed milk. He noticed the two dark, wet spots blooming on her blouse.
He circled a damp nipple through the fabric, making her moan softly, and brought his fingertips to his face. He inhaled first; the scent was undeniably maternal yet wildly erotic. Then he tasted. A jolt of pleasure-sharp and confusing went through him as his cock hardened impossibly further.
“You have milk?” he breathed, his voice husky with awe. Ramla only blushed and smiled at him. She felt very shy. This man, thus ashiq, has pressed into her life with his lustful hands, and has now discovered her deep secret. How humiliating!
What if he decides to squeeze and make her milk come out in public? What if he just took her to some room and ravaged her? She was scared, but also aroused. Let him find out her secrets on his own, she thought to herself. If he is a real man, he wouldn’t have to ask.
A real man takes what he wants. Money, power, and women are all only good for those who want them. If he wants it, she is his. But it is fun to tease him, lead him on. She moaned and whimpered softly into his ear, and ground her butt on her hard dick. Ashiq was startled by this sudden change.
He felt her enormous ass grinding on him, smothering his manhood. He could feel hot breath in his ear, the soft moans and gasps she made with every touch, pushing him to the edge. She was attacking him, testing his resolve with every twitch in her hip and every moan.
Ramla decided to push the game further. She slid her fingers inside her saree, into her panties. They were wet, from the sweat and his games, a dirty mixture of her arousal. Her fingers dipped into the pool of cum and sweat, and circled it, mixing and capturing it all.
“Oh baby…you got me so hot and bothered. Do you know what you are doing to me?” She whispered into his ears as she grinded on his crotch again and again. She then brought her finger from her pussy into his nose. “Here, take in my scent. This is what you did to me.”
Her words and the musky smell of her fingers drove Ashiq insane. He breathed into her fingers, to capture the scent of her womanhood. It smelled deliciously dirty. As he inhaled the smell of her sweet and honeyed cunt, he knew her filthy fantasies.
To the surprise of Ramla, Ashiq swallowed her fingers into his mouth, sucking in every drop of her liquids, while looking into her eyes directly. She was stunned as she stopped the grinding. She bit her lips, watching this nasty, filthy man devour her.
He learned of her arousal as her nipples got harder, like rocks in the tip of his fingers. Capitalizing on her shock, he brought his hand down into the back of her saree. With one motion, he slid his left hand into the crack of her ass, feeling her sweat between her cheeks.
Her ass was drenched in sweat, suffocated from the constant grinding; she moaned into her ears harder as he tried to pry her ass cheeks open with his fingers. The middle finger slipped in, cleaving into her ass like a knife through butter. He wanted more.
He wanted to feel her honeyed cunt at the tip of his finger. As he inserted his finger further, he felt the size of her. 42 inches was too much and too big for his fingers. “Ahh…now tell me, can you still get in?” Ramla smirked and asked him. He was struggling to reach her honeypot with his fingers.
Ashiq gave up finally, admitting defeat. She felt triumphant. He brought his hand back to his face. His fingers were drenched in her sweaty, musky ass. He licked and sucked them ravenously, looking at her face. Ramla’s face contorted with disgust, shame, and arousal.
She wondered all the nasty things he was doing to her, and what all he would do further. For hours, they played this game of seduction, Ashiq’s hands exploring every inch of Ramla’s body, his cock pressing against her ass, and Ramla teasing him with her moans and grinding.
Her nipples were hard as a rock and leaking, drenching her bra. The aroma of her sweat and milk spread throughout the bus. People were confused about where it came from. Nobody knew it but the two. The musky, curvy woman and the man who was making her wet.
“Next is my stop. Thalikkulam. I have to go.” She said to his ears. Ashiq was shocked. He can’t let her go, not after this. He resolved to take this beyond an encounter on the bus. Her grinds and noises have hardened his tool and his mind. He must have her. He must conquer her.
As her bus stop arrived, he knew what to do. “Thalikkulam…Anyone getting out?” The conductor asked. Some passengers started moving to the exit and got out of the bus. As Ramla was about to make her way, Ashiq tightened his grip. In a swift motion, He put his right index finger inside her deep and wet navel.
With his left hand, he slid inside her blouse and caught her nipple, twisted and kneaded it. As she was about to scream, he caught her lips with his and jammed his tongue inside her mouth. “Anyone else? We will leave this stop now!” The conductor kept asking if anyone was going to go now.
But Ramla couldn’t say anything. Her moans came out muffled. Her futile resistance came out as noises no one else could hear. Ashiq wrestled his tongue in her mouth and held it down. Ramla could only helplessly whimper as the bus took off again.
Ashiq felt triumphant, staring into her eyes. She is going where he wants her to go. Ashiq continued his three-pronged assault till he reached his stop. He was circling her wet belly button and nipple again and again, and alternating his hands. After playing with her navel, he brought his hand down into her panties. He stuck his finger inside her drenched cunt. He found her clit and started to finger it. Her screams died down in her mouth, as he wrestled her voice with his tongue. He okayed with her clit again and again, flicking her pleasure spots. Finally, after hours of playing with her, she cum.
Ashiq made her cum in public. He felt good. He was no longer pressing into her ass, but humping her, showing a taste of what’s to come. Ramla’s body was in the heat, as it started to drip. The musky aroma of her sex spread across the bus. He is going to take her to his stop.
He got out first, and as she got out, Ashiq smacked her ass for everyone in the bus to see. A loud moan slipped out of her as the people on the bus chuckled. “What’s the nearest motel, friend?” He asked the conductor. The conductor told him about a motel near, with a knowing smile.
Ramla’s moans grew louder as she felt Ashiq’s cock hit her G-spot again and again, taking her pussy as his toy. The noise of her huge ass cheeks smacking to his pelvis with every thrust ‘smack smack smack!’ fills the room. Alongside the noises of her ass clapping, her moans grew steadily louder.
With each thrust, the noise of his grunts and curse words filled the room. He could feel it, the symphony of his fucking. He kept on thrusting, mad with passion and lust for her. Ever since the moment she walked into that bus with that busty figure, he knew he could conquer her.
He could see the crack of her ass through the fabric of her saree, begging for a man to pry it open with his hands, and taste the puckered hole that is inside. When she turned around in front of him, he could glance at the two wet spots on her blouse, aching for his mouth.
Such a busty beauty! What kind of man would let this woman inside a bus, to be grabbed and played with by men? Who would let her wear that saree, showing off her deep navel when there are men who grab and play with her deep navel hole with their fingers and tongue?
Ashiq started to think about the events that led up to this moment. The filthy noises of their erotic coupling continued. The scent of her milk and his cum spread across the motel room, and outside. The couple next to their room woke up from their sleep hearing the noises of Ramla’s ass getting pumped.
I felt like a woman was getting drilled, slapped, and played with by an insatiable animal. “Such a Slut! So shamelessly getting pounded by some man! Can’t she keep it down?” They thought. But Ramla couldn’t.
She was getting the fucking of her lifetime. She was taken to a higher plane of pleasure by Ashiq. Every time his mouth went to her big tits with nipples aching to squirt milk, she learned new ways in which her tits could make her cum. Ashiq nibbled, bit, licked, pinched, slapped, kissed, and sucked her tits all over.
He would hold her down with one hand, and then bit and gnaw on her nipples with a mischievous grin on his face, never losing eye contact with her. He would smack her tits over and over again until they’re red, pinch them, and twist the nipples.
When she feels like the pleasure turns to pain, he drags her back to pleasure by putting his mouth on her nipples, sucking on them. He knew every one of her pleasure spots on her tit, almost as if his mouth was destined for her breasts. She was realizing that her tits were now conquered by a real man, no longer hers.
These milky pleasure mounds exist only for the insatiable lust and hunger of her master. Her pussy, and her booty are all receptacles for his cum. She felt very filthy about what this man did to her. She was a simple housewife, with normal hopes and dreams, before Ashiq pressed himself into her on that bus.
This man grabbed her, played with her navel and tits, and made her cum in public. Now she is in this filthy hotel, bent over and with her cheeks spread, dicked down by the hardest dick she has ever taken in her life. Every hole of hers is licked, fingered, and fucked.
Every curve and fluid tasted, pounded, and creamed in every position she could think of and more. She is now his cheap whore in this cheap motel. Ashiq couldn’t get enough of Ramla’s body. Every curve, every fluid, every noise that came from his touch drove him wild with lust.
He couldn’t get enough of her tits, how soft and big they felt inside his hands. They were huge as he struggled to hold them each in his hands. Filled with creamy ambrosia for his nourishment, her huge tankers squirted milk everywhere from the slightest of squeezes.
She must’ve not had a letdown of her milk for some time now. He couldn’t get enough of her helpless face, on her back, with him on top sucking on her tits. He played with her tits to his fill. Her moans and cries were music to his ears, encouraging him to continue his tit play.
He was obsessed with making her cum over and over again just from sucking her tits. Her milk added to his passion, as the more she moaned, the more milk came out of her nipples and the sweeter it was. The milk-drunk frenzy made him mad, as he spread her legs, plowed her again and again, and drank her milk.
Her pussy and tits turned into fountains of cum and milk, and she squirted from both ends. It wasn’t just her tits and pussy either. Ashiq wanted every bit of her. He ran his tongue across her whole body for her sweat. He captured the sweat from her neck.
On the part beneath her lower lip, the back of her neck all the way to the crack of her ass; nothing left his tongue. He buried his nose and his tongue in her sweat-drenched armpits. They had the nasty, pungent scent of an aroused woman. When he tasted them, he could taste her lust.
As the milking and fucking continued relentlessly, her body was adorned by both of their fluids of lust. He saw the combined pool of their saliva flow into her cleavage, drenched in milk. They formed a pool of her milk and their combined saliva. He lapped it up without a trace.
Her milk dropped down to her sweaty underboobs, which tasted tangy and sweet. He squeezed down her tits some more to watch her milk flow into her navel and fill up her navel. The image of her glistening navel with milk-filled navel made him insatiable.
He drank from her navel, licked it clean, circled the crevices of her navel hole to capture every drop of her milk and sweat. Her ass…Oh god, her ass made him mad. There was nothing he didn’t do that he didn’t want to do to that ass ever since he saw her.
Her cheeks were spread, spanked, kneaded, fingered, licked, tongued, and fucked many times in many positions. He loved how it felt in his hands, two big juicy globes soft to the touch. He bent her over, spread her ass, and stuck his nose in her asshole.
He wanted to smell the scent of this woman’s sacred hole; he wanted to know how it smelled, tasted, and felt. As he inhaled her ass in, he could get the scent of her deepest, most intimate desires. She felt like this man was trying to know her on the deepest and most physical level.
When he brought his tongue to touch the puckered hole, it melted into his tongue like butter. Ashiq captured every ridge, every wrinkle in the ring of her tight asshole with his tongue. He circled that ring, feeding those dry wrinkles with his saliva again and again till her tight ring gave in and loosened.
He wanted to taste and suck on those wrinkles again and again, like every juicy sac of an orange. With a swift motion, he pushed his long tongue inside her ass. Finally, his tongue had reached her sacred tunnel of desires. Her asshole tastes exquisite.
It was not sweet, not salty, nor sour, but as if heaven itself melted from the skies and fell into his tongue. It was still tight to fit through, and the pressure of her walls on her tongue added to his taste. He darted his tongue again and again, feeling her asshole’s tightness, hitting every nerve ending in her ass repeatedly.
He took his tongue out, gave one smack to her ass, spread and grabbed hold of her ass cheeks apart tightly. He punched her puckered, quivering hole with his tongue. She screamed with pleasure. He buried his face deep into her ass, darting his tongue again and again.
He was eating out her hole. He was making love to her ass. This wasn’t just simple fucking anymore; this was art. He continued the ass eating for what felt like hours. Ramla came hard again and again. She was shocked by how he possessed her in such a nasty yet intimate manner.
She screamed louder and louder as Ashiq continued his relentless oral assault. Occasionally, he would stop grabbing her one cheek, and smack her hard and grab them tight. His handprint was visible across her white ass cheeks, as his signature of her ownership. Ramla’s ass is his, and he claims it with his tongue.
The depraved play continued. The creaking noise from the cheap motel bed filled the halls. But the pungent scent of sex and desire was noticeable to all. Everyone in the motel had now heard and smelled the relentless pounding of Ramla and Ashiq. The men had their hard-ons; the women got their cunts going.
They are all waiting, listening to what can only be described as the best fucking they have ever heard. Inside the room, it was a war. The bedsheets are all crinkled up and drenched from the fluids of Ramla and Ashiq’s lovemaking.
The delicious sounds of two big sweaty ass cheeks getting clapped reach the ears of everyone outside. Pools of milk and cum are everywhere in the bed. The bedsheets are all completely drenched from breast milk, cum, and sweat droplets sprayed with every thrust of Ashiq’s Dick into Ramla’s ass.
He keeps himself steady by grabbing and squeezing her breasts, which were still pouring out milk onto the bed. While Ramla is squirting from her tits like a cow, Ashiq continued squeezing and kneading. She is also creaming from her pussy, and his dick is now coated with her cum.
The white cum came out of her and oozed into the sheets below. It looks like butter, churned from her ass by Ashiq with his long rod as his churning stick. Ashiq kept a steady pace and went on for hours. His endurance was unreal, but his recovery was even more scary.
It took him a long time to cum, and he came many, many times. He would switch holes when he felt like he was on the edge, moving between ass to pussy and backward. He came in her ass, pussy, tits, and face. He was marking her with his Saliva and cum.
After cumming in her tits, Ashiq made Ramla lick and drink from her tits. “Your milk and my milk!” He chuckled. There weren’t many words spoken. After six hours of sweaty, hot, filthy fucking, Ramla and Ashiq planned to leave.
Ramla wanted to take a shower, but Ashiq told her not to. Her wanted them to know and smell what went down, and they got out. He wanted them to smell her milk, cum, and squirt, giving them a picture of the depravity that went down. He took a non-erasable marker with him as he got out.
He grabbed her by the hip, and he walked out to the hall. As everyone was looking at Ramla, sweaty and filled with orgasmic bliss, Ashiq held her to him for everyone to see, and wrote the words “ASHIQ’S SLUT” on her sweaty cleavage.
‘I will keep the bedsheets for myself. I need souvenirs.’ Ashiq said to the counter, looking at Ramla with an evil smile. Ramla blushed like an innocent girl, but inside she was aroused by the mere thought of Ashiq owning the sheets drenched with her milk, sweat, and cum.
She then took the marker from his hand and wrote her number and address on his chest. Everyone around applauded like Ashiq won a huge victory. As they were both about to leave, the waiter called them, “Sir, you haven’t paid for the room.”
Ashiq and Ramla looked at each other. Then, in front of everyone, Ashiq kissed her and took out a wet panty from his pocket. Ramla got aroused just seeing it. It was her wet panties, filled by him with her cum and milk. The scent emanating from it spread throughout the hall.
He just raised it to the manager and said: “Keep it. As a souvenir.”
The End
New Sex Stories
- सेक्सी रिसेप्शनिस्ट की चुदाई – part 2
- सेक्सी रिसेप्शनिस्ट की चुदाई – part 1
- बड़ी गांड वाली भाभी की गांड मारी – Desi bhabhi Chudai
- अब्बू और उनके तीन दोस्त – Muslim Sex Story
- स्टूडेंट की मम्मी को व्हाट्सएप से पटाया- Maa ki Chudai ki Kahani
- कंप्यूटर वाली बंगाली रिया मैडम को चोदा – Bangla Adults
- कंप्यूटर स्टूडेंट की चुदाई होटल में – Student teacher Sex Story
- स्टूडेंट की माँ के साथ सेक्स – Maa ki Chudai Kahani
- फूफाजी ने मेरी माँ चोद दी – Maa ki Chudai Kahani
- एक चुत में दो लुंड – Hindi Sex Kahani
- चुदाई की कहानी के बहाने लंड मिला- Hindi Sex Story
- हवस के नशे में विधवा चाची चुद गई – Chachi Ki Chudai
- गर्लफ्रेंड की चुदाई के बाद उसके भाई की गांड मारी- Hindi Sex Story
- भाई की अंतर्वासना बहन की चुदाई की कहानी – Antarvasna Sex Story
- Pussy examination leads to fucking mature neighbour – Aunty ki Chudai Story
- Girlfriend cheating sex with college senior – Girlfriend Ki Chudai
