u/As_s-lover

Hey, I’m Rakesh, and I’m gonna dive deeper into that insane night from 2014 when I was in my first semester of MBA at a residential program on the outskirts of Hyderabad. I was far from my hometown of Guwahati, Assam, still getting the hang of this new life, when I got mixed up with Sahil, a batchmate who was a bit of a dumbass but had his rich dad’s cash to throw around. He was cocky as hell, always bragging about his fancy shit—watches, clothes, whatever. It was annoying, but the real draw was the chaos around his girlfriend, Manisha.

Manisha wasn’t your typical college chick. She was heavier than average, but fuck, she wore it like a weapon. Her fair skin was smooth, almost glowing, and her body was stacked—big, heavy tits that strained against every tight top she wore, bouncing with every move. And her ass, damn, it was thick and round, filling out her jeans or skirts so tight you couldn’t look away when she strutted past. She had this slutty edge, always flirting, tossing teasing smirks and winks my way when Sahil wasn’t looking. Sahil was hooked, and from what he bragged about, she was giving him wild, regular sex. In return, he spent money on her like it was nothing, taking her and her friends on night outs to the city a couple times a week—clubs, drinks, parties, the whole deal.

One Friday, Sahil came up to me in the hostel corridor, that smug grin on his face. “Yo, Rakesh, we’re rolling out tonight. Booked a 2BHK service apartment near Banjara Hills. Me, Manisha, and two of her friends. You in? I’m paying for everything, bro.”

I didn’t even think. Free booze, a night off campus, and a chance to be around Manisha? “I’m in,” I said, keeping my tone chill, though my head was already spinning with ideas.

We piled into Sahil’s car around 8 p.m. He was driving, Manisha upfront with her hand on his thigh, and me in the back with her friends, Priya and Neha, who were already passing a flask and giggling. Manisha turned around, locking eyes with me. “Better not slow us down, Rakesh. We go hard,” she said, her voice dripping with a dare. She was rocking a tight black tank top, her heavy boobs damn near spilling out, and a tiny denim skirt that showed off her thick thighs every time she shifted. I smirked back. “Don’t worry, I’ve got stamina.”

The apartment was basic, just a 2BHK with two bedrooms, a living area, and a small balcony. We turned it into our party spot quick. Sahil cranked up some loud EDM on his speaker, and we started slamming drinks—whiskey, vodka, beer, anything on the table. We danced in the tight space, sweaty and wasted, no fucks given. Manisha was the center of it all, grinding on Sahil one minute, then dragging me in the next, her thick curves brushing against me. “Don’t stand there like a statue, Rakesh!” she shouted over the music, grabbing my hands and pulling me close, her tits pressing into my chest for a lingering second. I laughed it off, but my pulse was hammering.

By midnight, we were trashed. Priya and Neha stumbled into one bedroom, laughing as they crashed on the bed, out cold. Sahil, Manisha, and I kept going in the living area, surrounded by empty bottles. Sahil pulled out a joint, trying to look badass. “Let’s step it up, huh?” he slurred, lighting it. I’d smoked before, but Sahil was clueless. He took a few drags, coughed like a bitch, and within minutes, he was mumbling, “Fuck, I’m done…” He staggered to the single bed in the hall—where I was supposed to sleep—and passed out, snoring like a damn pig.

I glanced at the sofa, but it was fucked, sticky with spilled drinks and littered with trash. No chance I was crashing there. Manisha leaned against the wall, sipping the last of her beer, her eyes heavy as she watched me. “Looks like you’re out of a spot, Rakesh. Wanna crash in the bed with me?” she said, her voice low and loaded. My heart slammed in my chest. The bedroom she and Sahil were supposed to take had a double bed, still untouched. I shrugged, acting cool. “If you’re fine with it, I’m game.”

“I’m more than fine,” she said, stepping close, her hip grazing mine as she moved toward the room. Her thick ass swayed with every step under that tiny skirt. “But let’s smoke one more joint before we turn in. You got another?”

“Hell yeah,” I said, pulling one out of my pocket. “Let’s do this.”

We stood by the balcony door, the sticky Hyderabad night air slipping in as I lit the joint. I took a deep drag, passing it to her, our fingers brushing longer than they needed to. She inhaled slow, her full lips wrapping tight around the end, sucking in a way that made my cock twitch just watching her. I put on a slow, dirty track on my phone, some heavy bass song with a raw, sexual beat that shifted the whole vibe. We didn’t say much at first, just smoked, standing so fucking close I could feel the heat off her body. My arm kept brushing her bare waist, her elbow nudging my side every time she passed the joint back. Each touch was like a jolt straight to my dick.

“Shit, this hits deep,” she murmured, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke, her voice husky as her eyes locked with mine. She shifted closer, her heavy tits pressing into my arm as she handed it over, her fingers lingering on mine. I couldn’t stop staring at her cleavage, those big boobs barely held in by that tank top, her fair skin looking so damn soft under the dim light. She caught me looking and didn’t pull back—instead, she smirked, stepping in tighter, her thick thigh rubbing against my crotch where I was already half-hard. “Getting a good look, huh?” she teased, her hand sliding up my arm, nails scraping just enough to make my skin burn.

“Fuck, you’re hard to ignore,” I said, voice rough as hell. I took another drag, my free hand dropping to her hip, fingers digging into her soft flesh, testing her. She didn’t flinch; she pushed into it, her fat ass brushing my bulge as she turned slightly, acting like it was accidental. My cock throbbed, and I knew she felt it. The tension was choking me now, pure raw want buzzing in the air. I tightened my grip on her hip, pulling her flush against me, her curves molding to my body. “You’re asking for trouble, Manisha.”

She let out a low, dirty laugh, turning fully to face me, her hand sliding up my chest, nails clawing through my shirt. “I don’t just ask for it. I fucking beg for it.” Her words hit like a punch, and before I could say another damn thing, her lips smashed into mine, hot, wet, and desperate. The joint fell to the floor as I grabbed her, my hands roaming her back, squeezing that massive ass hard through her skirt. She groaned into my mouth, her tongue pushing against mine, tasting of weed and whiskey, hungry as fuck.

We stumbled into the bedroom, still locked in that messy kiss, slamming the door shut behind us. I pinned her against the wall, yanking her tank top up, my hands groping her heavy, bare tits over her thin bra. “Fuck, these are unreal,” I growled, pinching her nipples hard through the fabric, making her gasp. “Rougher, fucking do it rougher,” she demanded, ripping at my shirt, pulling it off me.

Her top dropped, and I shoved her bra down, burying my face in her huge boobs, sucking and biting her soft, fair skin. They bounced with every move, her dark nipples rock-hard. I bit one, sucking it deep, while my hand twisted the other, pinching till she cried out. “Oh fuck, Rakesh, keep going!” she moaned, yanking my hair hard. I marked her up, leaving dark hickeys all over her chest, claiming every inch.

She shoved me back toward the bed, climbing on top, her skirt riding up to show a skimpy black thong barely covering her. “You’re dying for this, aren’t you?” she taunted, grinding her thick hips down, rubbing her wet heat against my cock through my jeans, driving me fucking insane. “Hell yeah, I am,” I grunted, flipping her over so I was on top. I tore her skirt and thong off, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was soaked, bare, and ready, dripping down her thick thighs. I dived in, licking her clit hard, sucking it while my fingers dug into her fat ass. “Fuck, don’t stop, I’m gonna—” she screamed, her thighs clamping my head as she bucked against my face.

I made her cum hard, her juices coating my chin, but I wasn’t stopping there. She dragged me up, kissing me sloppy, tasting herself on my tongue. “Fuck me raw, Rakesh. Now,” she begged, clawing at my jeans, freeing my cock. She gripped it tight, stroking fast, then guided me to her entrance. I slammed in, no rubber, just pure heat, her tight walls sucking me in. “Holy shit, you’re tight,” I groaned, pounding deep, her body shaking under me. “Harder, break me!” she yelled, nails ripping into my back.

I fucked her ruthless, the bed slamming against the wall, her heavy tits bouncing wild. I slapped one, watching it jiggle hard. “You like that shit?” I asked, smacking the other even harder, her fair skin reddening. “Fuck yes, slap me again!” she gasped, so I did, hitting her tits till they were flushed, then grabbing her thick hips to ram even deeper. She flipped onto all fours, that massive ass up high. “Fuck my ass, Rakesh. Ruin it,” she pleaded, spreading her cheeks for me, showing that tight, untouched hole.

I spit on my cock, rubbing it against her, then pushed in slow, spreading her fat cheeks wide. “Gonna hurt, but you’ll take it,” I growled, easing in. She hissed, tensing, but shoved back, taking me deeper. “Oh fuck, it’s so big,” she whimpered, pain mixing with lust as I started thrusting, spanking her huge ass till it was red, each cheek rippling with every hit. “So fucking tight,” I groaned, reaching under to rub her clit, making her scream as I fucked her ass raw.

“Cum in me, fucking fill my ass!” she begged, voice breaking with need. That broke me. I gripped her hips bruisingly hard, slamming in deep, exploding inside her tight hole, my groans loud as I unloaded. I pulled out slow, watching my cum drip from her stretched ass, running down her thick thighs. “So fucking nasty,” I panted, but I wanted more. “Get on your knees. Clean this cock.”

She spun around, dropping down quick, her full lips wrapping around me, sucking me off like a pro, tasting her ass and my cum mixed together. I grabbed her head, pushing deep, making her gag hard. “Take it all, you filthy bitch,” I grunted, fucking her throat till tears ran down her face, and she swallowed every damn drop. I pulled out, slapping her cheek just hard enough to sting. “Best fucking mouth I’ve had.”

She wiped her lips, still kneeling, grinning dirty. “Told you I don’t hold back. Sahil can’t know shit about this, yeah?”

I smirked, dropping onto the bed beside her, sweaty and fucked out. “He’ll never hear a word.” Her thick, fair body pressed against me, those huge tits and fat ass still burning in my mind. That night in Hyderabad was pure, savage heat, and I still jerk off thinking about it.

Hey, I’m Rakesh, and I’m gonna dive deeper into that insane night from 2014 when I was in my first semester of MBA at a residential program on the outskirts of Hyderabad. I was far from my hometown of Guwahati, Assam, still getting the hang of this new life, when I got mixed up with Sahil, a batchmate who was a bit of a dumbass but had his rich dad’s cash to throw around. He was cocky as hell, always bragging about his fancy shit—watches, clothes, whatever. It was annoying, but the real draw was the chaos around his girlfriend, Manisha.

Manisha wasn’t your typical college chick. She was heavier than average, but fuck, she wore it like a weapon. Her fair skin was smooth, almost glowing, and her body was stacked—big, heavy tits that strained against every tight top she wore, bouncing with every move. And her ass, damn, it was thick and round, filling out her jeans or skirts so tight you couldn’t look away when she strutted past. She had this slutty edge, always flirting, tossing teasing smirks and winks my way when Sahil wasn’t looking. Sahil was hooked, and from what he bragged about, she was giving him wild, regular sex. In return, he spent money on her like it was nothing, taking her and her friends on night outs to the city a couple times a week—clubs, drinks, parties, the whole deal.

One Friday, Sahil came up to me in the hostel corridor, that smug grin on his face. “Yo, Rakesh, we’re rolling out tonight. Booked a 2BHK service apartment near Banjara Hills. Me, Manisha, and two of her friends. You in? I’m paying for everything, bro.”

I didn’t even think. Free booze, a night off campus, and a chance to be around Manisha? “I’m in,” I said, keeping my tone chill, though my head was already spinning with ideas.

We piled into Sahil’s car around 8 p.m. He was driving, Manisha upfront with her hand on his thigh, and me in the back with her friends, Priya and Neha, who were already passing a flask and giggling. Manisha turned around, locking eyes with me. “Better not slow us down, Rakesh. We go hard,” she said, her voice dripping with a dare. She was rocking a tight black tank top, her heavy boobs damn near spilling out, and a tiny denim skirt that showed off her thick thighs every time she shifted. I smirked back. “Don’t worry, I’ve got stamina.”

The apartment was basic, just a 2BHK with two bedrooms, a living area, and a small balcony. We turned it into our party spot quick. Sahil cranked up some loud EDM on his speaker, and we started slamming drinks—whiskey, vodka, beer, anything on the table. We danced in the tight space, sweaty and wasted, no fucks given. Manisha was the center of it all, grinding on Sahil one minute, then dragging me in the next, her thick curves brushing against me. “Don’t stand there like a statue, Rakesh!” she shouted over the music, grabbing my hands and pulling me close, her tits pressing into my chest for a lingering second. I laughed it off, but my pulse was hammering.

By midnight, we were trashed. Priya and Neha stumbled into one bedroom, laughing as they crashed on the bed, out cold. Sahil, Manisha, and I kept going in the living area, surrounded by empty bottles. Sahil pulled out a joint, trying to look badass. “Let’s step it up, huh?” he slurred, lighting it. I’d smoked before, but Sahil was clueless. He took a few drags, coughed like a bitch, and within minutes, he was mumbling, “Fuck, I’m done…” He staggered to the single bed in the hall—where I was supposed to sleep—and passed out, snoring like a damn pig.

I glanced at the sofa, but it was fucked, sticky with spilled drinks and littered with trash. No chance I was crashing there. Manisha leaned against the wall, sipping the last of her beer, her eyes heavy as she watched me. “Looks like you’re out of a spot, Rakesh. Wanna crash in the bed with me?” she said, her voice low and loaded. My heart slammed in my chest. The bedroom she and Sahil were supposed to take had a double bed, still untouched. I shrugged, acting cool. “If you’re fine with it, I’m game.”

“I’m more than fine,” she said, stepping close, her hip grazing mine as she moved toward the room. Her thick ass swayed with every step under that tiny skirt. “But let’s smoke one more joint before we turn in. You got another?”

“Hell yeah,” I said, pulling one out of my pocket. “Let’s do this.”

We stood by the balcony door, the sticky Hyderabad night air slipping in as I lit the joint. I took a deep drag, passing it to her, our fingers brushing longer than they needed to. She inhaled slow, her full lips wrapping tight around the end, sucking in a way that made my cock twitch just watching her. I put on a slow, dirty track on my phone, some heavy bass song with a raw, sexual beat that shifted the whole vibe. We didn’t say much at first, just smoked, standing so fucking close I could feel the heat off her body. My arm kept brushing her bare waist, her elbow nudging my side every time she passed the joint back. Each touch was like a jolt straight to my dick.

“Shit, this hits deep,” she murmured, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke, her voice husky as her eyes locked with mine. She shifted closer, her heavy tits pressing into my arm as she handed it over, her fingers lingering on mine. I couldn’t stop staring at her cleavage, those big boobs barely held in by that tank top, her fair skin looking so damn soft under the dim light. She caught me looking and didn’t pull back—instead, she smirked, stepping in tighter, her thick thigh rubbing against my crotch where I was already half-hard. “Getting a good look, huh?” she teased, her hand sliding up my arm, nails scraping just enough to make my skin burn.

“Fuck, you’re hard to ignore,” I said, voice rough as hell. I took another drag, my free hand dropping to her hip, fingers digging into her soft flesh, testing her. She didn’t flinch; she pushed into it, her fat ass brushing my bulge as she turned slightly, acting like it was accidental. My cock throbbed, and I knew she felt it. The tension was choking me now, pure raw want buzzing in the air. I tightened my grip on her hip, pulling her flush against me, her curves molding to my body. “You’re asking for trouble, Manisha.”

She let out a low, dirty laugh, turning fully to face me, her hand sliding up my chest, nails clawing through my shirt. “I don’t just ask for it. I fucking beg for it.” Her words hit like a punch, and before I could say another damn thing, her lips smashed into mine, hot, wet, and desperate. The joint fell to the floor as I grabbed her, my hands roaming her back, squeezing that massive ass hard through her skirt. She groaned into my mouth, her tongue pushing against mine, tasting of weed and whiskey, hungry as fuck.

We stumbled into the bedroom, still locked in that messy kiss, slamming the door shut behind us. I pinned her against the wall, yanking her tank top up, my hands groping her heavy, bare tits over her thin bra. “Fuck, these are unreal,” I growled, pinching her nipples hard through the fabric, making her gasp. “Rougher, fucking do it rougher,” she demanded, ripping at my shirt, pulling it off me.

Her top dropped, and I shoved her bra down, burying my face in her huge boobs, sucking and biting her soft, fair skin. They bounced with every move, her dark nipples rock-hard. I bit one, sucking it deep, while my hand twisted the other, pinching till she cried out. “Oh fuck, Rakesh, keep going!” she moaned, yanking my hair hard. I marked her up, leaving dark hickeys all over her chest, claiming every inch.

She shoved me back toward the bed, climbing on top, her skirt riding up to show a skimpy black thong barely covering her. “You’re dying for this, aren’t you?” she taunted, grinding her thick hips down, rubbing her wet heat against my cock through my jeans, driving me fucking insane. “Hell yeah, I am,” I grunted, flipping her over so I was on top. I tore her skirt and thong off, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was soaked, bare, and ready, dripping down her thick thighs. I dived in, licking her clit hard, sucking it while my fingers dug into her fat ass. “Fuck, don’t stop, I’m gonna—” she screamed, her thighs clamping my head as she bucked against my face.

I made her cum hard, her juices coating my chin, but I wasn’t stopping there. She dragged me up, kissing me sloppy, tasting herself on my tongue. “Fuck me raw, Rakesh. Now,” she begged, clawing at my jeans, freeing my cock. She gripped it tight, stroking fast, then guided me to her entrance. I slammed in, no rubber, just pure heat, her tight walls sucking me in. “Holy shit, you’re tight,” I groaned, pounding deep, her body shaking under me. “Harder, break me!” she yelled, nails ripping into my back.

I fucked her ruthless, the bed slamming against the wall, her heavy tits bouncing wild. I slapped one, watching it jiggle hard. “You like that shit?” I asked, smacking the other even harder, her fair skin reddening. “Fuck yes, slap me again!” she gasped, so I did, hitting her tits till they were flushed, then grabbing her thick hips to ram even deeper. She flipped onto all fours, that massive ass up high. “Fuck my ass, Rakesh. Ruin it,” she pleaded, spreading her cheeks for me, showing that tight, untouched hole.

I spit on my cock, rubbing it against her, then pushed in slow, spreading her fat cheeks wide. “Gonna hurt, but you’ll take it,” I growled, easing in. She hissed, tensing, but shoved back, taking me deeper. “Oh fuck, it’s so big,” she whimpered, pain mixing with lust as I started thrusting, spanking her huge ass till it was red, each cheek rippling with every hit. “So fucking tight,” I groaned, reaching under to rub her clit, making her scream as I fucked her ass raw.

“Cum in me, fucking fill my ass!” she begged, voice breaking with need. That broke me. I gripped her hips bruisingly hard, slamming in deep, exploding inside her tight hole, my groans loud as I unloaded. I pulled out slow, watching my cum drip from her stretched ass, running down her thick thighs. “So fucking nasty,” I panted, but I wanted more. “Get on your knees. Clean this cock.”

She spun around, dropping down quick, her full lips wrapping around me, sucking me off like a pro, tasting her ass and my cum mixed together. I grabbed her head, pushing deep, making her gag hard. “Take it all, you filthy bitch,” I grunted, fucking her throat till tears ran down her face, and she swallowed every damn drop. I pulled out, slapping her cheek just hard enough to sting. “Best fucking mouth I’ve had.”

She wiped her lips, still kneeling, grinning dirty. “Told you I don’t hold back. Sahil can’t know shit about this, yeah?”

I smirked, dropping onto the bed beside her, sweaty and fucked out. “He’ll never hear a word.” Her thick, fair body pressed against me, those huge tits and fat ass still burning in my mind. That night in Hyderabad was pure, savage heat, and I still jerk off thinking about it.