“Congratulations to both of you. You two look great together.”
I just smiled back.
I was at a roka.
Mine.
I was about to get hitched through an arranged marriage. I only met the girl a few weeks ago, and my parents found her suitable. I had just gone through a break-up recently. I was in no mood for an argument, so I said yes.
After I posted the story on Instagram, I got a message from that one person who was pivotal in causing this mess.
“Congratulations! Didn’t take THAT long, I see,” My ex-gf Anika DM’ed me.
Anika and I met a year back on a trek to the Himalayas. We hit it off very soon, and the chemistry was evident. Since I had a WFH job, we decided I could stay over at her place.
Those were the best 15 days of my life. We made love every day, nearly 3-5 times a day. We barely got out, just enough to get groceries. We made love while cooking, in the shower, and while watching TV.
We literally could not keep our hands off each other. We explored a lot of roleplay and fetishes. We barely saw any sunlight since we had to keep windows closed to hide her moans and screams.
Standing at 5’2, 36D tits, delicious 32-inch hips and a dirty horny mind, Anika was a dream come true. We tried long-distance relationships as we flew down to each other’s places. But the distance was taking a toll on us. Slowly, the sex decreased, and arguments increased.
After nearly 6 months of relationship, we split apart, knowing we probably had no future. Don’t ask me why, but I was infuriated at that message and left it on seen. One coincidence was my fiancee was from Delhi, the same as Anika.
Knowing she would be home, I arrived at her apartment and knocked furiously. Anika opened up and was clearly shocked at seeing me there. I just barged inside, pushing her away and stood behind her. Anika closed the door and slowly turned toward me.
Looking at her, I could tell she had just got out of the shower sometime back.
Anika – So, you are in town.
Me – Yeah. Um, she is from here.
Anika – What are you doing here then? Does ‘she’ know?
I didn’t answer that. At that moment, all my suppressed emotions of frustration, need, lust and touch poured open. I pushed her up against the wall. Initially taken aback, Anika did not resist much. With our foreheads touching and our warm breath mixing, she started to run her hands on me.
I responded by moving my hands on those familiar curves. She tugged on my shirt, prompting me to help her remove it. I reciprocated by fumbling with her buttons, desperate to remove her shirt. I popped a few buttons to reveal those delicious boobs supported by a black bra which barely was doing its job.
In the heat of the moment, I picked up her small frame in my arms and carried her over to the couch. Her lips were soft and welcoming, and she tasted faintly of chocolate.
Our kiss grew deeper and more urgent as she straddled me on the couch. Her hand found my cock, already hard and demanding release. I moaned into her mouth as she began to rub my bulge over my jeans.
Anika – Take. It. Out.
Without a word, I tugged down my jeans. Greedily, Anika started fondling my balls and my rock-hard cock and started lightly pressing them. All this while, we hardly broke for air. Just two people, absolutely, madly in lust for each other.
In all this chaos, we tumbled down and fell on the floor. She fell her my back, and I fell on her chest, that voluptuous 36D breaking my fall.
For a moment, I was concerned.
Me – Anika, you ok?
Anika – Yeah, yeah. I am fine. Just get on with it.
I smiled at the old, impatient nature coming up. I just couldn’t help saying it.
Me – I…uh…missed. Fucking you, that is.
She looked back and raised an eyebrow. I knew she understood what I was implying.
Anika – Well, are you waiting for an auspicious moment?
She responded with heavy sarcasm. I grinned mischievously in response. I missed her sassiness. Both of us got rid of our final layers of clothes. Anika lay naked, her short, dusky frame on the cold floor. I was above her, straddling her with my 5’11 dusky body.
Before she could get up, I lay down on top of her, our legs intertwined. I put my mouth between her tits. I started to kiss the brown valley lightly, sometimes rolling my tongue.
I felt her body arch a little and heard a little moan escape. I smiled inside. I moved over to her nipples. Those tight, perky, dark brown nipples. Many nights, I have spent nurturing and enjoying them. I was now in a hurry to claim them for myself.
I put my lips on those nipples and started sucking them and biting them hard enough to leave marks and make her go, ‘Ouch!’ I circled her nipples with my lips, teasing the tips lightly.
Anika – Saale harami! Zor se choos! (You, asshole! Suck harder!)
She pressed my head with her hands and pushed me further into her boobs. I obeyed and started squeezing them harder. Taking large bites, I left teeth marks on her boobs.
She was mine. There was no doubt about it.
After a while, I climbed up and lay my head beside hers, hearing her heavy breaths. I lazily licked her earlobes, biting it softly and running my teeth along it.
Anika – Aaah! (she gasped)
I kept running my tongue on her ear, neck and shoulders. I felt her move and knew she was going for my cock. Normally, I would have no problem. But I was only taking a break from my need to have her.
A few minutes break before I got back, ready to thrust into her, feel the warmth of her pussy and claim her for myself. I got up and looked into her eyes, and began kissing her again. This time, our kiss was less urgent and more of a slow enjoyment of each other’s lips.
She bit my lower lip and opened her tongue. With the deft practice of old lovers, we got into a rhythm. I was sucking her tongue while she ran her hands all over my back. She stopped smooching and motioned for me to move so she could access my cock.
Me – Aaj nahi. Aaj main sirf teri loonga. Raat bhar. (Not today. Today is just for me fucking you. All night.)
Anika looked at my lust-filled, angry eyes. She knew my black cock won’t make it to her lips.
Anika – Take me to my room. (her voice thick with desire) I want you to fill me up.
With all my strength, I lifted her in my arms, as I knew she loved it. With my arms shaking a bit, I took Anika to her room. The anticipation of what was to come made my heart race hard.
Once inside, she wasted no time removing the last shred of her clothing – her black panties. She reveals her shaven glistening pussy. Her tight, brown asshole was winking at me, tempting me to push into her.
I couldn’t resist the urge to go down and kiss it, run my tongue on it, tracing the line between her ass cheeks. Anika gasped and pushed her ass against me, urging me to go in deeper.
Anika – Baby, teri yeh jeeb ka kamaal kitna miss kiya hai saale. (Baby, I have missed that tongue of yours, asshole.)
Me – Accha hai kisko gaand chhoone nahi diya. (Good that you did not allow anyone to fuck your ass.)
Anika – Woh sirf tera hai kutte. Meri gaand pe tera hak hai. (It’s yours, you dog. Only you have the right to fuck it)
Spurred by those words, I kept licking between her ass and plunged in my index finger in it.
Anika – Oh! (she gasped)
I could feel her anal muscles contracting and tightening around my fingers. I slowly pushed in, the muscles adjusting to such my fingers in further. Anika’s moans went even louder. She grabbed a pillow and stuffed it in her face to silence herself.
I could only finger her asshole for a minute before Anika had enough. She pulled herself away and pulled me to her by my hair.
Anika – Bus, ab chod mujhe. Ghusa andar. (That’s it. Fuck me. Shove it in me.)
Me – Teri choot choosni hai mujhe. Bahut time se pyasa hu. (I need to suck your pussy. I am very thirsty.)
Anika – Aur main tere lode ke bhooki. Ab ghusa andar. (And I am hungry for your cock. Shove it in.)
Well, people, when your woman commands, you do it. I didn’t hesitate. I stood up and positioned myself at her entrance, the tip of my cock touching her glistening pussy. She was so ready for me, her body begging for the release.
Me – Kya chaiye, zara bol mujhe. (Tell me what you want.)
Anika – Saale madarchod. (Motherfucker).
She was staring daggers at me. I just tilted my head sideways, still waiting for her to say it.
Anika – Mujhe tera mota kala lund mere choot mein chaiye! ( I want your thick dick in my pussy!)
She knew my weakness for dirty words. And with that, I lost my control, pounding my ex with a primal urgency. Her moans grew louder as she reached her peak. Her body trembled and spasmed around me.
Anika wrapped her legs around my waist, and I bent down to take support around her arms. Bending her at her waist, I watched her large breasts bouncing with each thrust. She pulled me closer to her, scratching my back with her nails.
Anika – Zor se. Aur zor se. Aur tez. (Harder. Harder. Faster.)
She heaved into my ear after each word.
Aroused by hearing her, I flipped and repositioned her into doggy style. Gripping her love handles, I thrust hard into her.
She moaned loudly. I knew I was close, and I wanted to cum in her. I maintained my short and hard thrusts. Her pussy muscles contracted around my hard cock, milking it. I could feel myself coming to a peak, and with a last couple of hard thrusts, I cum into her.
As we lay there, our bodies slick with sweat and fluids, she turned to me with a smile that was both satisfied and hungry for more.
Anika – Aaj kaise yaad aayi? (she smirked) (How come you remembered me today?)
I just pulled her closer and laid my head on her bosom. Wordlessly, she caressed my head. It was a familiar position we found ourselves hundreds of times over.
A phone rang, breaking the silence. I went back and checked it. Turned out, in between our loud tryst, I had lost track of time and had 8 missed calls from my now-fiancee and parents.
I called them back to let them know I was engaged with important work and had turned my phone to silent. All this while Anika lay against the door, arms crossed, watching me lie to my parents.
Anika – Close the door on your way out.
I could hear the disappointment in her voice.
Me – Anni baby, wait –
But she left before I could say anything.
I collected my clothes, set myself clean and left on my way. But I knew this was definitely not the end.
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