M4F Title: Daddy’s Wedding Ring Ruins My Tight Cunt
Backstory:
Arjun was 38 and married to Priya, 32. They had a decent apartment in Koramangala, that fancy Bangalore neighborhood full of IT crowd, fancy cafes and traffic that never slept. Lately work crushed him like a boot on his neck. Endless office hours in that glass tower on Outer Ring Road, boss riding his ass on deadlines while he choked on shitty filter coffee and stared at Excel sheets till his eyes burned. Personal shit piled up with unpaid bills and quiet fights. The spark with Priya was dead. Sex happened once a month, quick and boring, both just going through motions. He felt lonely as fuck most nights, staring at the ceiling while she scrolled her phone in the humid May heat.
One stressful Friday he dragged himself home to the Koramangala flat, sweat sticking his shirt to his back from the auto ride through jammed streets. Priya stood by the door in a simple salwar, gold bangles clinking as she adjusted her bag. “I’m heading to mom’s family gathering in Mysore tonight. You can join tomorrow, right?” He nodded, gave her a quick peck. She left. Hope the gathering cheers him up tomorrow.
Alone in the quiet apartment Arjun showered, changed into cargos and a plain tee, the fan barely cutting the sticky air. Phone rang. His buddy Sameer, 40, barked through the speaker. “Pub tonight at Electric in Indiranagar? Beers and bullshit. You in?” Arjun said yes. Anything beat sitting here alone. Guy needs to loosen up, been a zombie lately.
The trendy bar in Indiranagar was packed Friday night, humid night air outside thick with auto rickshaws honking and distant temple bells mixing into the bass thump. Bodies pressed close inside, air heavy with spilled beer, sweat, cheap perfume and faint biryani grease from the kitchen. They grabbed a corner table. Nearby a group of young women laughed loud all early twenties, short dresses hugging brown skin, heels clicking on the tiled floor. One stood out: Riya, 21, tight crop top showing midriff, skirt barely covering her thick thighs, black heels making her legs look endless and shiny with sweat. She spotted the wedding ring on Arjun’s finger and smirked.
Her friends drifted over to chat up Sameer and the other guys. Riya slid into the seat next to Arjun. Small talk flowed easy over drinks. He asked where the rest of her crew went after a while. She smirked, eyes sparkling with that naughty glint. “Maybe they’re busy blowing each other.” Her hand landed on his thigh, fingers tracing light circles over the fabric. She giggled soft. “Our friends and your friends must be busy too.”
Riya kept the naive act going, leaning in close, voice low and teasing. Sensory overload hit as her jasmine oil perfume mixed with the bar’s musk and his own sweat. She made it feel natural when she stood up and tugged his wrist. “Bathroom break. Come keep me company?” Arjun followed, something stirring he hadn’t felt in months. The ladies room was empty, floor sticky under their shoes. She pushed him into a stall, locked the door with a click.
Her mouth crashed on his. Hands roamed greedy, hugging tight, bodies grinding hot and sticky. It had been so long since real heat with Priya. Something feral ignited in Arjun. He kissed her back hard, tasting cherry lip gloss, beer and her sweet spit. She pushed him against the wall, dropped into a squat, thick thighs flexing under her skirt, burning from the heels. Fingers worked fast belt off, cargos down, boxers yanked. His big half-hard veiny brown cock sprang out, foreskin peeling back as it thickened fast, precum already beading salty on the tip. She put both hands on his hairy thighs and planted a wet smooch right on the tip. Tongue swirled slow, unwrapping the skin while she looked up at him with hungry eyes, mascara already smudged. Arjun grabbed her head, palm pressing, nudging deep.
Riya’s plump lips wrapped tight around his shaft. She sucked hard, lipstick smearing sloppy and glistening with thick spit. Both hands twisted like she was wringing a bottle, pumping while her mouth slurped loud. She popped off to suck his heavy balls, tongue twirling inside her warm mouth around them, then vacuumed the whole cock again with wet gagging sounds. Arjun grabbed her head tighter, thrusting. Eyeliner ran in black streaks down her flushed cheeks, tears spilling, lips swollen red. She loved it. Wet squelch of spit, her gags, the salty musk of his skin and balls every sense screamed in the humid stall.
Thick loads burst sudden and creamy after months without real sex. Cum flooded her mouth hot and sticky, overflowing from her chin onto her cleavage in messy white ropes. She scraped it with her fingers, gulped it down warm and thick with a satisfied moan, some still dripping down her neck. “Thank you daddy,” she whispered, eyes still locked on his, lips shiny. That word spun his head. Arjun yanked her up, kissed her messy lips hard, hands squeezing her firm plump ass cheeks till she gasped.
He spun her to the wall, shoved her wet lace panties aside rough. Her black lace thong with tiny ties on the sides and see-through mesh design barely covered her shaved pussy. Her body was so hot big D-cup boobs heavy and round, dark brown areolas big as coins, nipples hard and poking out like chocolate chips, wide curvy hips, thick jiggly ass cheeks, full soft thighs all glowing with sweat. Her heart-shaped face had big doe eyes full of lusty gaze, lips puffy and red from sucking.
His still half-hard cock slid in one smooth thrust, her tight young cunt swallowing him like wet velvet, gripping hot. Pacing mastery took over slow burn at first, hips rolling deep while he whispered, “Spread your legs wider, you little slut.” He grabbed her hips and rammed deep. Wet sloppy sounds filled the stall skin slapping loud, her cunt squelching around his thick shaft. He pounded her round ass cheeks with every stroke, going deeper, louder. Lucky no one else was in the restroom.
Riya moaned loud, face pressed to the cool wall, mouth open in a silent O, eyes half-rolled. Arjun clamped a hand tight over her mouth, muffling her while he fucked her young cunt like an animal. She bit his hand hard when the moans got too loud, teeth sinking in skin, but her eyes still burned with that lusty gaze. Variety hit as he turned her sideways, lifted one leg high against his side, her calf muscle flexing against his palm, heel digging into his back. He slid back in from the front. Eyes locked. Her eyes rolled white with every hard thrust, brown skin glistening with sweat, big boobs jiggling wild with every pound, nipples bouncing and swaying.
He felt her cunt clench and gush hot around him, body shaking hard against his chest. She hugged tight, trembling all over. “Daddy please stop,” she begged between gasps, even while her pussy kept pulsing and milking him that CNC edge making his gut-deep lust roar. He grope gripped her wide hips hard, fingers digging in soft flesh, pinched her hard nipples from the back angle and twisted them rough. Her face twisted in pleasure-pain, eyes squeezed shut then snapped open wider, moan muffled against his palm.
He edged once, pulling out slow, slapping his slick cock on her swollen clit till she whined and bucked, then slammed back in balls-deep. But suddenly a noise hit someone walked into the restroom, heels clicking on the tile. Arjun froze and tried to pull his dick out, tip almost at the entrance of her dripping cunt. Riya was too high to care about getting caught. She grabbed his waist tight, pulled him back into her arms with insane force. His thick brown veiny cock slammed back inside her cunt full force, penetrating her cervix so deep it made her eyes roll white completely, mouth hang open in a silent scream, back arch hard, boobs thrust out, nipples stiffening even more. The raw stretch burned her pussy lips like they were being scraped raw with every thrust. Her face screamed pure need eyes wide then fluttering, lips trembling, cheeks flushed red.
Arjun lost it after seeing her lusty eyes begging him. Even though someone was outside, he didn’t care much and went with his gut. She called him daddy and it made him so fucking happy. He wrapped both hands behind her waist, she wrapped her arms around his neck. He fucked her like an animal, ripping her young cunt loose with his thick brown dick. She begged with lust-filled eyes, “Fuck me daddy please,” voice cracking raw. Her cunt gushed and clenched around him as they came together hard. Warm creamy loads filled her pussy while she shivered and shook, wrapping both legs around his back, hugging him so tight like a baby latching on, fingers running through his hair, moaning happy nonsense in his ear.
For a few seconds she kept his dick buried deep inside, wrapping herself onto him completely. Then she slowly unwrapped her legs. He let her stand on her own. She barely had energy, slipping and holding onto him, legs twitching, smiling up at him with teary eyes and washed-out makeup. The slick sound of thick cum leaked out when he pulled his half-hard veiny brown dick out, popping free like a victory warrior after destroying her cunt, falling heavy. She gained back a little energy, pulled herself into a squat position and started cleaning his cum-mixed dick as a token of appreciation. She kissed it, talking to it like a baby for ruining her cunt and making her happy, kissing the tip nonstop and the sides of his dick. After she licked every tiny droplet clean, Arjun pulled her up, hugging and kissing her wet lips, swollen boobs, hard nipples and swollen clit. He helped her dress back, pulling up her lace thong gently. She loved his gesture, kissed him hard, whispered “Daddy,” and hugged him so tight once again.
Both dressed quick. She peeked out, saw no one, called him out and they slipped back to the table like nothing happened, the distant bar thump still pulsing.
Kinks: Can discuss.
Limits: Blood, Scat, Gore, No under Age any hard limits.
Languages: English, Hindi, Telugu