Punjabi Audio Sex Stories Novels & Stories

i was tired due to jet lag . Nest day came soon,my mom cooked halwa poori (pakistani famous breakfast)for me and i kissed my mom again and again. I was sitting in my room .suddenly my phone started ringing and looked at the caller id. It was an unknown number of pakistan .now i am currently using my pakistani number.I received the phone call "you are not gonna stop.stop following my bestie otherwise i will cut your balls into pieces and shove them into you mouth"the girl on the other side said with anger. I was stunned by her words

With a trembling voice, Amish Grover shrugged and started narrating his story. This started around five months back when I was at a colleague’s party at a bar in Gurgaon. Everyone had had quite a few drinks, and I was roaming around aimlessly when I came across a small group of four black-suited men laughing the loudest. I joined them and one guy introduced me to everyone. All of them were discussing women – just some drunk men trying to make their sex lives sound cooler than they are. The one called Ravi was telling a story about a woman he met on a solo trip to Kasol, and everyone else was egging him on for juicier details. After his story was done, it was another man’s turn to share his

Before I could protest the emptiness, he slammed three thick fingers into my weeping hole. Curling them brutally against my walls while his thumb ground down on my swollen clit. “Lila Desire, you filthy cam whore. Your tight hole is clenching for my cock now. I’ll brutalize it and flood your womb with cum until you black out squirting.” He fingered me harder, scissorsing wide to stretch me. Obscenities poured from his lips, filthier than his streams. “Imagine my cock choking your throat, cum dripping down your chin while I rail this greedy cunt.”

“This young New York pussy is gripping me like it doesn’t want to let go. You’re soaking my whole hand, little girl.” His fingers pumped deeper, curling upward to stroke that sensitive spongy spot on my front wall. Wet, obscene squelching sounds leaked out with every thrust, barely masked by the bus engine and the loud chatter around us. My juices ran freely down my inner thighs in shiny trails, making my skin glisten under the harsh fluorescent lights.

They laid her on her side and fucked her ass, praising its tight, reluctant grip. The dirty talk was a constant, filthy soundtrack. “Such a good little anal whore for strangers.” “Bet you’ve never had this many dicks in one day, you fucking dorm bunny.” “Suck it clean, get it ready for your pussy again.” “I’m gonna cum so deep in this gangbang cunt, it’ll drip out of you for days.” “Her throat’s so fucking tight, I’m gonna paint her tonsils.”

My back arched deeply as he leaned over me, his hot breath against my ear. “You wanted the plumber fantasy, didn’t you?” he snarled, pounding me even harder. “You wanted to be used like a filthy p**n whore while your clueless husband watches TV downstairs. Well here it is, baby. Take every inch of this fat cock.” The angle changed with my head pulled back, and suddenly his dick was hitting a new spot inside me that made my eyes roll back. My legs started shaking uncontrollably. I could feel my orgasm building fast, like a tidal wave ready to crash over me. My pussy clenched and fluttered around his thick shaft, milking him as he fucked me senseless.

My pussy began to clamp down on his thick dick, pulsing violently as a massive wave of an orgasm hit me, making me squirt all over his thighs while I screamed his name. Hearing my undone cries, Julian lost his mind. He let out a loud, animalistic roar, driving himself into me three more times with terrifying power, before burying his dick to the absolute root. His entire body shook as he came, shooting a massive, boiling hot load of cum deep inside me, filling my tight pussy to the very brim.

He fucked me missionary now, slow and deep, kissing me rough. Built up speed again, making me cum twice more. Moans never stopped“Ryan! Fuck! Yes!”loud and raw. This went on—positions switching, him eating me out again, fingering my ass while pounding my pussy. Time blurred, felt like an hour of pure, dirty fucking. My body ached, pussy sore but wanting more. He came again inside me, filling me up hot and sticky. Finally, we collapsed, breathing hard but i remembered the bet. I grabbed my phone from the floor, sneaky, I hit record audio while he was still inside me, catching our heavy breaths, my last moans as he pulled out slow.

He pumped once, twice, his thumb circling my clit with maddening precision. “More coffee, Mom?”. Randy asked in a perfectly casual voice but he didn't stop as his fingers were working me under the table while his thumb pressed harder and faster. “No, thank you, sweetheart”. My mother said and then turned back to her husband, and launched into a story about their honeymoon plans. My thighs trembled and a moan built in my throat, but I coughed to cover it. Randy's fingers curled inside me, hitting every sensitive wall. I was about to come and I would do it right there, at the breakfast table, while my mother discussed travel itineraries.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *