Hey, what’s up, ass lickers? How is life going on? My name is Kabir. I am 21 years old, tall, and have a muscular body. This is a gigolo’s sex story. Let’s directly get into my story.
All this happened recently. I thought I would be late due to the fucking heavy traffic. But I reached my cock sucker Aunty at the correct time. I was wearing a specially designed dress that Aunty had made for me. I was waiting for Aunty, but she had not yet come.
Talking about this room where we are having sex. Every time we have sex in this house with two rooms. I came here as planned. This room consists of a sofa, table bed and BDSM material.
I gazed at my stunning Aunty. I noticed her resemblance to a curvy, chubby Vidya Balan. Her ageless beauty shone brightly despite being 33. She swept into the room, draped in a sleek black saree that accentuated her every move.
I said, “Madam, you’re late,” I teased, trying to sound stern.
Aunty’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she grasped my hands. Her touch sent shivers down my 7 inches cock. My beautiful bitch babe replied, “Sorry, Kabir, sorry, babe,” she whispered, her lips inches from mine. “I think I deserve a punishment for my tardiness, don’t you?”
Her voice was husky, her breath warm against my skin. I felt my heart racing, my senses on high alert. What she whispered next, I’ll leave to your shithead imagination.
As I breathed in the heady aroma of Aunty’s perfume, I felt my senses swoon with desire. My beautiful baby’s tender bite on my lower lip sent shivers through my veins. Our passionate liplock left me gasping for air. Beside me, the guitar’s melodic strains serenaded our intimate moment.
Aunty sat enchantingly on my lap. Her slender fingers danced across the strings, weaving a sultry spell that bound us together. Our eyes locked in a loving gaze. We whispered sweet endearments to each other, the music swirling around us like a sensual aura.
We strolled hand in hand. The romance between us deepened like a rich, velvety fog that enveloped us. I couldn’t resist the urge to unleash a torrent of passion upon my hot cock sucker. She, in turn, ignited a fire within me that threatened to consume us both.
Her breathtaking beauty left me spellbound. I knew then that I would be forever ensnared by her charms. Now we are both on the bed nude. Simultaneously I was sucking Madam’s big boobs. I was biting her nipples, licking her belly with tongue and fingering.
I was squeezing my Aunty’s thighs hard and sucking bloody hot pussy. Aunty kicked me and put her right leg on my chest. I was kissing her legs. After that, my cock sucker sucking my 7 inches cock in back to back to 12 angles in her style
Ma’am: Oh, Kabir, your fingers are weaving a spell of pure ecstasy on my skin. I’ve never felt such intense pleasure, such raw desire. Every stroke, every caress, is setting my senses ablaze.
Kabir: You’re responding beautifully to my touch, ma’am. Your body is so receptive and open to the sensations I’m creating. I can feel your muscles relaxing, your tension melting away.
Ma’am: I want more of this, Kabir. I want to feel your skilled hands exploring every inch of my body, teasing out every last shred of pleasure. Send me the new boys who are the most skilled masseurs. Those who can unlock the deepest secrets of my desires.
Kabir: I’ll arrange for the best, ma’am. Your desires are my command. I’ll ensure that every moment you spend under our care is one of unadulterated bliss, of pure, unbridled pleasure.
Ma’am: And Kabir? Make sure they’re as skilled with their words as they are with their hands. I want to be seduced, body and mind.
Kabir: Consider it done, ma’am. Your every fantasy will be catered to, every desire fulfilled.
Madam: What about the exceptional candidate in our test group? He seems promising.
Kabir: Yes, he’s progressing well. I estimate he’ll pass in 4 weeks.
Madam: Once he’s passed in our groups, I’d like him assigned to me first. Let those 3 come together and create the biggest blast.
Kabir: As always, madam. I’ll arrange it. Now, let’s focus on your massage. Are you enjoying it?
After the massage, the babe’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she blindfolded me. Her touch sent shivers down my cock. She gently tied my legs and hands to the bed with cuffs. Her fingers trace tender paths along my skin.
As I lay there, anticipation building, Aunty slipped on boxing gloves. Her movements were playful and teasing. Suddenly, her lips grazed my skin, her bites gentle yet electrifying.
I couldn’t help but scream, enthralled by Aunty’s wild, adventurous spirit. Her crazy fantasies only added to her allure, making our sex moments unforgettable. As Aunty’s bites intensified, I couldn’t help but beg for more. “More, baby, bite me more!” I shouted, revelling in the sensations.
Aunty’s bites grew harder, but I was lost in the pleasure. “Sing the latest song,” she teased, her teeth grazing my skin. I laughed, “How can I sing with you biting me like this?” But Aunty’s persistence paid off, and I began to sing.
However, my crazy darling was unstoppable. “Not this song. Sing another,” she demanded, her bites growing more playful. This fucking crazy, wonderful sequence continued for a long time. Aunty’s bites and my singing blended in perfect harmony.
Then on face sitting, Aunty was screaming for a long time, reacting to my deep pussy suck. Aunty flew on my face. Aunty kept flying in my face. So slowly, in the 69 position, we both enjoyed it a lot. She was crazily sucking my large cock and balls. In the 69 position, bitch baby sucked my cock.
I held Aunty’s two legs and spread them up and fucking in babe’s mouth hard. After a while, I wanted to change the angle to fuck Aunty’s hot pussy. But Aunty bit my cock, which means she likes this position very much. I continue fucking her deep throat.
Aunty untied my cut but did not remove my blindfold. After that, on the bed as well as on the sofa back to back fucking Aunty’s pussy in around 50 angles. In bed, she came near my cock, holding my boob with both hands. I was fucking boobs.
My damn Aunty with hot fantasies playing with my cock hitting my cock on her face. Cuntface Baby said, “It would have been better if Shekhar had been here. I would have played well with the two cocks,” with a devil smile and devil expression.
On that table, I was fucking Aunty back to back in 44 angles. Aunty put both her legs on my shoulders. Aunty put her two hands behind her. I held her waist and pulled her close, kissing her tasty lips fucking pussy. Ultimately my Aunty was shouting very loudly because I was fucking her from new angles.
Then she removed my blindfold, and I fucking her inside angles. Aunty was holding both my legs and lying down. I fucking the pussy with a constant speed. My Aunty’s musical screams are like, ‘Aah, aah, aah.’ She is scolding me a lot with strong, bad words and screaming.
Then, she rested her legs on my shoulders, surrendering to his loving presence. He brushed his lips against her skin, each kiss a whispered promise. As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow over the city, she suggested a bike ride outside. I eagerly agreed, and we set off into the evening breeze.
As we rode, street food wafted through the air, enticing us to stop. She spotted a pani puri cart and exclaimed, “Stop!” But I teasingly kept riding, ignoring her playful demands. Her laughter turned to mock anger, and she chided me, “What’s gotten into you?”
I explained my concern for her health. She listened, her expression softening. I could see the anger melting away, replaced by amusement. I did something playful to lift her spirits, and soon she laughed uncontrollably. The tension dissipated, and we continued our ride, enjoying the evening air.
As we returned to our room, we wanted to continue our sex. But after a relaxing shower, Aunty hugged me warmly. We slept for a while, recharging our love batteries. Later, I served a delicious dinner to my darling. We savoured each bite together, our love growing with every passing moment.
With full hearts and bellies, we drifted to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms. Our love was shining bright like a beacon in the night.
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What are you thinking after reading my story? Are you thinking about whether this story is real or fake? You are not wrong in your thinking. I don’t like to write about what happened everything deeply in my story. I always write my story at the surface level in my style. That’s it.
As the ultimate gesture of her affection, my lovely Aunty handed me ₹13,000, a token of her deep appreciation.