Sucking Scotch off Nashili lips of North-Indian Yukti – Part 1

Sucking Scotch off Nashili lips of North-Indian Yukti - Part 1
Hi, I am Madhan here. First, thanks a lot to all ISS readers for your many likes and valuable feedback on my last story about Saturday night at the pub. Genuine Couples looking for fun like Swap/Group/Orgy/Cuckold/Lesbian can approach me. I am a Bengalurean of 28 years of age, 6″ tall. Horny unsatisfied housewives and sexy young baby dolls can reach me on my hangout/mail [email protected] and Telegram @msarsstr. Total anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed. Coming to the story, Yukti-Bharadwaj is the heroine of this story. Yukti-Bharadwaj is a Delhi-born horny girl. She currently works for a logistics company situated around MG road, Bangalore. Yukti Bharadwaj was a sexually active girl during her college days with many boyfriends. After joining a job in Bangalore, she stopped all her sexual explorations. Very recently, she got engaged to a boy from Amritsar. The boy is from an affluent business family and a far family relative. Yukti Bharadwaj was from a middle-class family. After her engagement, Yukti Bharadwaj desired a secret sex partner in Bangalore. She came in touch with me after one of my stories. Her expectation was a secretive and anonymous relationship. We exchanged pictures and became comfortable after learning about each other. Yukti Bharadwaj told me she would do whatever I ask her, even a threesome/gangbang if I manage everything secretively without spoiling her social image. I told her I would plan and take care of everything, but I couldn’t discuss specifics until our first meeting. We planned to meet on a weekday(Wednesday). But Unfortunately, Yukti’s fiance played a spoilsport. He planned a visit to Bangalore owing Karvachauth as an occasion. We decided to chat less until he left back for Amritsar. Yukti shared the pictures of herself getting banged by her would-be to provoke me. Yukti Bharadwaj was a sexy-shaped fair girl with proper 36-sized boobs and a huge ass. After a few chats, she blocked me unexpectedly. This has become normal because I get messages from so many girls. Most of them express their fantasies but don’t have the guts to fulfill them. I got upset to have missed on such a hot girl. After two days, she texted me again. She said, “My would-be is so loving he gifted me a gold earring. I was feeling guilty about cheating loving would-be with a stranger.” I replied, “There is nothing called cheating in this world. Keep him fulfilled of his needs and fulfill your needs too. Life is too short to worry.” I bid bye, saying it’s your wish. Because when a girl doesn’t want me, I tend to move out. She kept quiet for a day. Then texted me, “Let’s meet.” She said, “Don’t discuss my would-be. Just come and fuck me hard.” I asked her, “When do you want me?” She said, “Budhu, I want you now.” We were chatting at 10 in the morning, and I was at the office. She shared her flat location, which was around MG road. I took my bag, cited some urgent reasons to my colleague, and walked out of the office. I love this sudden, unexpected, thrilling sexual encounter, and I hate wait games. I purchased a pack of condoms, chocolate, and a bottle of scotch whiskey red label and drove to her flat. I rang the doorbell, and there she was, the heavenly beauty. As we chatted and per my wishes, she wore a light pink transparent saree. The saree was the first gift from her would-be. When she shared her pictures, I loved her in this pink saree. I had told her that time only that I wanted to fuck her in this pink saree. Cute fair girl in transparent light pink saree with deeply cut sleeveless blouse. She welcomed me with a gentle hug and a kiss on my cheek. Oh, I had my rod shooting out of my pants from the soft hug and the aroma emanating from her body. I asked her about her roommate. She said she was at work and would be back only by night. While she was speaking, my eyes were scanning her soft milky fair skin. My eyes hungrily stared at those thick juicy yummy lips. Staring, I drenched my lips with my tongue. She blushed, pushing the strand of hair behind her ears. She had skinny cheeks and a long sharp nose. She walked me into the hall, and we sat opposite each other with the TV playing Hindi songs. I kept looking at her with thirst, and she kept blushing, her fair cheeks turning pink. I unzipped my bag, pulled out the scotch bottle, condom pack, and chocolate, and placed them over the teapot. She cheerfully grabbed the bottle saying, “How you knew I love this brand?” She hurried inside and walked out with two whiskey glasses. I asked her to open the bottle. She opened the bottle like a pro and poured whiskey into two glasses. I brought ice cubes from her fridge to the kitchen and made the shots on the rocks. We cheered with the clash of the glasses and tasted our first sip. I was going crazy about her yummy juicy lips. She had applied pink lipstick over them and her lips were very soft. I moved and sat beside her over the comfortable three-seater recliner sofa. I drank with my eyes observing her milky soft bare shoulders. A slight cleavage over the transparent saree and the nervous smile of Yukti Bharadwaj. She had big round eyes filled with lust. We completed our first round of whiskey and poured the second. When she lifted her whiskey glass to taste through those yummy juicy lips, I stopped holding the wrist of her hand. I took the whiskey glass out of her hand. Our eyes locked onto each other. I moved closer to her with our shoulders rubbing with each other. I stretched my hand with the whiskey glass to her lips and made her drink a sip. I grabbed her chin, moved my lips over her lips, and sucked the yummy lips drinking the scotch off her lips. She closed her eyes in the mood. I made her sip one more and slowly tasted her lips again. I then took a sip and kissed her with Yukti-Bharadwaj sucking away the scotch off me. The kiss was very slow and romantic.

Slowly sucking the lips void of wetness. The heat increased slowly. She became wild and started kissing me long. I pulled her over me with the kiss continuing. While pulling her over me, I noticed She was uncomfortable in her tightly wrapped saree. I inserted my hand into her hips and freed the saree. She climbed over me with a jumbled-up saree, and our lips hungrily ate each other. I stopped the kiss, sipped the whiskey, and grabbed her face by the chin. Our lips locked with our saliva, scotch, and noses colliding, drinking each other yummily. She clumsily rubbed her pussy over the hard erect rod inside my pants. I hurriedly pulled my pant and underwear down to the ankles. She pulled her thong out of her saree. She sat in a clumsy saree and rubbed her pussy over my cock. I squeezed her huge shapely boobs over the blouse. Oh, soft, huge and cushiony. I unbuttoned her blouse to unveil the pink bra. I positioned my dick head into her pussy lips. I then pulled her bra straps. I grasped her huge boobs and pushed my cock into her simultaneously. She took a huge breath and moaned, “Ahh, Madhan.” I slid my cock deep into her drenched wet pussy. She had huge milky white boobs with wide black nipples. She was kissing and sucking my jawlines. I stopped her and dug my face into her mountainous boobs. I grabbed her boobs firmly, and my lips hungrily ate her dark erect nipples. She started moving her hips in and out of my snaky hard shaft. Oh! My dick is inside her warm wet pussy. She increased the pace of her movement. I sat still, sucking her nipples and face pressed onto her soft bosom. I hungrily ate one nipple and the other and sucked the milky white huge boobs. She was moaning loudly and moving her hips in a rhythm. I could smell her body with my lips continuing to eat the flesh of her boobs. I shot the cum. She threw open the jumbled-up saree and climbed down with her bra on and pantyless. She then started talking about her silent roommate. She told me that her roommate should not get any doubts. She spoke about her fantasy of a threesome. She wanted to experience an orgy with two couples. She wanted to have a threesome with another horny girl. She wanted to have her pussy eaten by a hungry girl. I had a hard-on while listening to her fantasies. I inserted a condom for the second time, kissed her sexy lips juicy lips, and carried her over me. I told her to wait and turned her around into a reverse cowgirl with her sexy huge swaying white ass facing me. I positioned her holding those huge, round sexy ass cheeks. She dug her pussy slowly into my hard dick. I sensed a dry pussy. I spat saliva and lubricated her pussy with a wild rub of my fingers. I positioned her pussy again and drove my cock into her. My hands started caressing and rubbing her yummy soft ass cheeks. She started moving her hips, digging her pussy in and out of my hard cock. She was uttering, “I am bitch. I am engaged, and I am getting fucked by a South Indian guy. I am doing wrong, Madhan.” She continued with her husky voice, “I want to get banged harder, and I can’t control it.” My dick grew much stern listening to her words. There was a small mirror next to the main door. Since the flat was at one of the corners of the apartment, I did not bother to blind cover the window. We were caught by a lady in her 30s and a guy in his 40s. They were staring at us. Yukti-Bharadwaj continued moving her hips and getting her pussy banged by cock. The lady was very pretty with a round face, and the guy was aged. The lady was staring at us with an open mouth. The guy had his eyes locked on the body of Yukti. I became a standstill, but Yukti continued because she had her eyes closed. I did not stop her, and she continued to get drilled. I spanked her ass and pulled her hair from behind while staring at the hottest lady in the mirror. “Ah, Yukti Bharadwaja,” I moaned and shouted for the lady in the mirror. Yukti cum with her fluid flowing down my cock. Yukti opened her eyes after being relieved of her cum. She was stunned at being caught by her best friend, Jessi. Yukti Bharadwaj covered herself clumsily with the saree. I kept staring at the hotter lady through the mirror. When Yukti covered herself, both moved away from the mirror. I dressed, wore my shoes, and bid goodbye to Yukti with a hurried kiss on her lips. She was tensed with fluttery eyelashes. She just told me to leave, “Sorry, I will text you.” When I stepped out of the flat, I found only the lady. The middle-aged man had disappeared. The lady was staring with a serious look. I stared at her lips and assets with my hungry eyes. Yukti walked behind me and pulled the lady into the flat. I went home with Jessi in my head. She was prettier than Yukti Bharadwaj. I hate myself for being so horny about women. Thank you, all ISS readers.