Fantasy Immersive sex story for men
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The moment your hands found her body, it was as if a dam had burst. Your fingers traced over her soft curves, gliding across her smooth thighs and up to her love handles. Her skin was warm under your touch, and her body responded to every caress, arching subtly, her breath hitching with each new sensation.  

When your mouth latched onto one of her pink, erect nipples, a gasp escaped her lips, her hand immediately tangling in your hair. She pulled your head closer, pressing you into her chest, the scent of her skin intoxicating.  

“Bas, haan, isi tarah,” she murmured in Urdu, her voice breathy and filled with desire. Her words sent a thrill through you, her tone both commanding and encouraging. “Tumhe kaisa lag raha hai? Pasand hai '. aurat ka maza?”  

Her mix of Urdu and Hindi was as erotic as her touch, the lewd phrases spilling from her lips like a spell meant to ignite your very soul. “Dekho kaise choos rahe ho, jaise pyaase ho,” she teased, her voice dripping with pleasure as she guided your mouth from one breast to the other.  

Your hands explored her freely now, kneading her soft breasts, squeezing her thighs, and marveling at the plushness of her hips. She was everything you’d ever fantasized about and more, her body responsive to your every move, her words only adding to the fire building between you.  

“Haan, tumhare haath kitne garam hain,” she purred, her legs wrapping around your waist as she pulled you even closer. “Kya tumhe '. aurat chahiye thi? Batao, bolo mujhe.”  

Her boldness only spurred you on, and as your lips moved down her body, tasting her skin, she continued to speak, her words both a taunt and an invitation. Every syllable was a promise of pleasure, and you were more than willing to fulfill it.


You didn’t reply; words felt unnecessary. Instead, your hands moved with purpose, gliding down her soft, trembling body until they found the warmth between her legs. She gasped, her thighs parting instinctively as your fingers brushed against her slick folds.  

Her breathing hitched, and her voice, already dripping with desire, turned into a stream of lewd words. “Haan, waha haath rakho… haan! Tumse yeh umeed nahi thi, lekin tum toh kamal karte ho,” she panted, her hips arching slightly to meet your touch. “Kya tumhe pata hai, tumhare haath kitne ache lagte hain?”  

Her wetness coated your fingers as you explored her, her body responding eagerly to every motion. Her words came faster now, her voice trembling with anticipation. “Tumhare jaisa ladka aur itni asliyat… Mujhe laga tha, tum sirf dekhne tak rukoge. Par tum toh… haan… tum toh sab kuch lena chahte ho.”  

You leaned in, your breath ghosting over her most sensitive area, and she whimpered. Without hesitation, you pressed your mouth against her, your tongue sliding through her wetness and flicking against her swollen clit. She cried out, her fingers tangling in your hair as her thighs closed around your head, holding you in place.  

“Oh, ,.'! Haan! Tum… tum mujhe pagal kar doge,” she moaned, her voice breaking into a mix of Urdu and Hindi. “Itna acha lagta hai… tumhari zubaan… haan, wahin! Wahin choosna!”  

Her hips bucked against your mouth as you worked her with your tongue, alternating between slow, teasing licks and firm, purposeful strokes. She couldn’t stop talking, her words spilling out uncontrollably. “Dekho, tum kitna mad kar rahe ho mujhe… Kya tumhe pata hai? Tumse achha mujhe kisi ne kabhi chua nahi!”  

Her wetness increased, dripping onto your tongue as her moans grew louder. Her lewd encouragement only made you more eager, your hands gripping her thighs to hold her steady as you devoured her completely.  

“Haan, tum yeh sab meri wajah se kar rahe ho… Tumhe maza aata hai '. aurat ko iss tarah lene mein, na?” she gasped, her body trembling under your touch. Her words, her taste, her raw, unfiltered desire—it was all driving you wild, and you didn’t stop until her thighs quivered, her cries echoing in the room, and her body melted beneath you.


As her body trembled beneath you, her orgasm washing over her, you finally lifted your head, her taste still lingering on your lips. You looked up at her, your breathing heavy, and a slow, wicked grin spread across your face.  

“So, this is what you wanted, huh?” you said, your voice low and dripping with vulgar confidence. “A dripping little '. whore begging to be licked like the filthy slut she is?”  

Her eyes widened at your words, but instead of shock, you saw delight—a wicked glint that matched your own. She smirked, her chest still rising and falling with shallow breaths. “Haan,” she murmured, her voice sultry and teasing. “Aur tumhe kya laga? Main tumhare saamne apne kapde nikalungi aur tum kuch bhi nahi karoge?”  

You laughed darkly, running a hand up her trembling thigh, your fingers brushing her still-sensitive center. “You loved it, didn’t you? Loved being spread open like a needy little slut while I tasted every inch of you.”  

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t shy away. Instead, she leaned forward, her hands pushing you onto your back. “Agar tum mujhe aise bulaoge,” she said, her voice soft but filled with desire, “toh mujhe dikhao tum kitna sambhal sakte ho.”  

Without waiting for a response, she straddled you, her hands moving to your rock-hard length. She glanced at you with a sly smile, then leaned down, her lips parting as she took you into her mouth.  

“Fuck,” you groaned, your hips jerking slightly as her warm, wet mouth enveloped you.  

Her tongue worked skillfully, swirling around the head before sliding down your shaft, her lips tight around you. She moaned softly, sending vibrations through you that made your cock twitch in her mouth.  

“Look at you,” you growled, gripping her hair lightly as she bobbed her head. “Such a good little cock-hungry slut, aren’t you? Taking me so deep, like you’ve been dying for this.”  

Her response was to take you deeper, her throat relaxing as she pushed herself further onto you, her eyes watering slightly as she swallowed you whole.  

“Yeah,” you groaned, your head falling back against the pillows. “That’s it, you dirty little whore. Show me how much you love choking on this cock.”  

Her moans grew louder, her hands gripping your thighs for support as she increased her pace, her saliva dripping down your shaft and pooling at the base. Her enthusiasm, combined with the lewd sounds filling the room, drove you wild, and you couldn’t help but thrust lightly into her mouth, her lips never faltering as she took everything you gave her.  

It was clear she enjoyed every filthy word, every rough touch, and you made sure to remind her exactly how much you appreciated her sinful dedication.  


You gently pulled her off your cock, her lips releasing it with a wet pop as she looked up at you, her eyes glassy with arousal. Without saying a word, you guided her onto all fours, her bare ass presented to you like an offering. She arched her back instinctively, pushing her hips up as her swollen, glistening pussy throbbed in anticipation.  

You positioned yourself behind her, running the tip of your cock teasingly along her slick folds, but not entering. She let out a frustrated whimper, her body shivering at the sensation. “Stop teasing,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “Fuck me already.”  

“Not so fast,” you murmured, gripping her hips firmly to keep her in place as she tried to push back against you. “I want to know something first.”  

She let out a needy groan but didn’t resist. “What do you want to know?” she asked breathlessly, glancing over her shoulder.  

“Your first time,” you said, your voice low and commanding as you continued to tease her, your cock sliding against her folds without entering. “Tell me about it. Every detail.”  

Her breathing hitched, and for a moment, she hesitated. Then, as your hand came down gently on her ass, urging her to answer, she began to speak.  

“It was… years ago,” she started, her voice soft but filled with a strange mix of shame and excitement. “I was 18, and he was… my cousin’s friend.”  

You froze for a moment, your curiosity piqued. “Go on,” you said, your voice steady, but your cock pressed more firmly against her entrance.  

She moaned softly at the sensation and continued. “It happened during a family wedding. He cornered me in one of the rooms and started flirting. I… I didn’t stop him when he kissed me. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, he had me bent over the bed.”  

Your grip on her hips tightened as her words painted a vivid picture. “Did you enjoy it?” you asked, your voice dripping with curiosity.  

She let out a shaky laugh. “I was scared, but yes, I enjoyed it. He was rough, and I liked how he took control. It was quick, though. He didn’t last long.”  

You smirked at her confession, your cock throbbing against her. “Sounds like he didn’t know what he was doing. Let me guess—he didn’t even make you cum.”  

She moaned, shaking her head. “No… he didn’t.”  

“Poor thing,” you said, your voice mocking yet playful as you finally pushed just the tip of your cock inside her, making her gasp. “Guess it’s my turn to show you how it’s done.”  

She let out a shuddering moan, her body trembling as you slowly slid deeper inside her, her words spilling out in a mix of lewd praise and desperate pleas. Whatever shocking memories she’d shared were now replaced by the overwhelming pleasure of your touch as you claimed her completely.


As you began to move, the sensation was overwhelming. Her pussy was hot, wet, and impossibly tight, clenching around you with every thrust. The slickness of her arousal coated your entire length, making each movement smoother, deeper, and more intense. The obscene, wet sounds of your cock plunging into her filled the room, mingling with her moans and the slap of skin against skin.  

Her words didn’t stop—if anything, they became even filthier as you fucked her. “Haan, le lo mujhe,” she moaned, her voice breathy and desperate. “Ab batao, kaise lagte hain '. ladki ke holes? Maza aa raha hai na? Tumhare jaise ladke ke liye hi toh bana hai yeh sab!”  

You couldn’t help but groan at her vulgar encouragement, gripping her hips tighter as you drove yourself deeper into her. “Fuck, you feel so good,” you growled, your voice ragged. “So tight, so wet. I could ruin this pussy all day.”  

She gasped, her body shuddering as she pushed back against you, meeting your thrusts. “Haan, karo mujhe barbad,” she panted. “Lekin suno… tumhe pata hai pehli baar ke baad kya hua?”  

Your curiosity was piqued, though your pace never faltered. “What happened?” you asked, your voice rough as you slammed into her, making her cry out.  

“Uske baad uska cousin bhi aaya,” she admitted, her voice a mix of shame and excitement. “Woh dono milke mujhe le rahe the. Mujhe uss waqt samajh hi nahi aaya, lekin mujhe achha lag raha tha. Phir…”  

Her words faltered as you hit a particularly deep spot, making her moan loudly. “Phir kya?” you demanded, your thrusts growing rougher as her confession fueled your arousal.  

“Phir ek uncle aa gaye,” she gasped, her voice breaking as you drove into her harder. “Woh dekh rahe the… aur phir woh bhi join kar liye. Main… main bas leti rahi, unka har ek touch… sab kuch.”  

The imagery her words conjured was shocking, dirty, and yet it only made you want her more. “So, you’ve been a little cum dump for years,” you growled, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a mark.  

She cried out, her pussy clenching around you as if her body was agreeing. “Haan! Aur tum ab sabse achha le rahe ho. Batao, kaise lagta hai ek '. randi ka maza?”  

Her lewd confession and the way her body responded to you were too much. The way her pussy gripped you, her juices dripping down your shaft with every thrust, and her filthy words echoing in your ears—it was a heady mix of pleasure and domination. You leaned over her, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back as you growled into her ear.  

“You’re the filthiest slut I’ve ever fucked,” you said, slamming into her harder, making her scream. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”


As you drove yourself deeper into her, the sounds of your bodies colliding filled the room—wet, obscene, and raw. Her slickness made every thrust effortless yet overwhelming, the way her tight walls gripped you sending jolts of pleasure up your spine. Each time you pulled out, her juices clung to your shaft, glistening in the dim light before you plunged back in, eliciting a guttural moan from her throat.  

Her pussy was dripping, the wetness running down her thighs and pooling on the sheets beneath her. Every stroke of your cock sent shivers through her, and she gasped and panted with each movement. “Haan, aur tez!” she cried, her voice hoarse with desire. “Itna gehra lagta hai, tum mujhe tod doge!”  

Your hands roamed her body as you fucked her relentlessly, finding her full, soft breasts. You gripped them firmly, your fingers sinking into her warm flesh as she whimpered beneath you. Her nipples were hard and sensitive, and you pinched and rolled them between your fingers, drawing out louder moans from her.  

“Fuck, your tits are perfect,” you growled, leaning over her to bite her shoulder gently before whispering in her ear. “So soft, so big… They were made to be played with while I fuck you.”  

Her back arched, pressing her ass harder against you as she pushed her chest into your hands. “Haan! Chuo mujhe, tumhare haath kaise lagte hain, bas tum jaano,” she gasped, her words dissolving into incoherent cries of pleasure as you increased your pace.  

The slap of your hips against her ass echoed in the room, mixing with her moans and the wet sounds of her dripping cunt. “You’re soaking me,” you growled, thrusting harder, your cock driving into her swollen, throbbing pussy. “Your filthy little hole is begging for it, isn’t it?”  

“Haan! Yeh sab tumhare liye hai!” she cried, her fingers clutching the sheets as her body trembled. “Tum jo chaho, le lo. Main tumhari randi hoon!”  

You leaned down, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her closer, your chest pressing against her back. Your other hand stayed on her breast, kneading it roughly as your cock pistoned into her. The angle made her scream, her juices now gushing over you with every thrust.  

Her pussy clenched around you tighter, her body shaking as she got closer to another orgasm. You felt her nipples harden even more under your touch, her cries turning into desperate pleas. “Bas… mujhe khatam kar do!” she begged, her voice trembling. “Mujhe aur chahiye!”  

Your breaths were ragged as you pounded into her, the sensation of her dripping heat, the bounce of her breasts in your hands, and the lewd noises driving you closer to the edge. “You’re mine,” you growled, biting her ear lightly as she moaned louder. “This pussy, these tits, this whole fucking body—they’re all mine to use.”  

“Haan!” she screamed, her walls tightening around you as her orgasm crashed over her, her juices spilling onto you as her body convulsed. The sensation pushed you further, and you lost yourself in the feeling, gripping her hips tighter as you chased your release.

The air in the room was thick with the sounds of raw passion—the wet slap of your thrusts, her breathless moans, and the filthy words she spewed between gasps. Her pussy was dripping, your cock plunging into her with a slick, obscene rhythm that sent shockwaves through both your bodies.  

Without breaking the tempo, you pulled out, leaving her trembling and gasping for more. “On your back,” you commanded, your voice rough and filled with need. She obeyed without hesitation, her legs parting automatically, offering herself to you.  

You grabbed her ankles, pushing her legs back toward her head. Her flexibility was astounding, her knees nearly touching her shoulders as her glistening pussy was spread wide before you. The position left her breasts heaving, her hardened nipples begging for attention.  

“Fuck, look at you,” you growled, lining yourself up again. “You’re so damn flexible… made for this.”  

“Haan, le lo mujhe,” she moaned, her voice dripping with lust. “Tumhare liye hi toh yeh sab hai. Dekho kaise khuli hoon tumhare liye.”  

You slid back into her slowly, savoring the way her walls clenched around you, her juices making every movement feel like heaven. Her head tilted back, her mouth open as she gasped at the depth you reached in this new position.  

“Deeper… tum mujhe tod doge,” she whimpered, her voice trembling as you began to move.  

Her words only spurred you on. Gripping her thighs to keep her legs in place, you thrust into her harder, your cock stretching her, filling her completely. The angle was perfect, hitting spots that made her cry out louder, her nails digging into the sheets as her body shook.  

The room was filled with the wet, rhythmic sound of your cock pounding into her. Her pussy was soaked, her arousal dripping down to the sheets as you drove her closer to the edge.  

“You love this, don’t you?” you growled, leaning down to capture one of her nipples in your mouth. You sucked and bit gently, your tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.  

“Haan! Mujhe tumhara har ek touch chahiye,” she panted, her hands reaching to grip your shoulders as she tried to pull you even closer. “Tum mujhe pagal kar rahe ho.”  

Your free hand moved down her body, caressing her soft curves, squeezing her hips, and finally sliding to where your cock disappeared into her. You found her clit, swollen and throbbing, and began to rub it in time with your thrusts.  

Her body arched, her back lifting off the bed as she screamed your name, her pussy clenching tighter around you. “Bas, mujhe aur le lo!” she cried, her voice breaking as her orgasm washed over her, her juices soaking your cock even more.  

But you didn’t stop. You kept thrusting, your cock pounding into her overstimulated pussy, drawing out every last moan, every tremble of her body. Her eyes locked onto yours, filled with lust and surrender.  

“Yeh sab tumhara hai,” she whispered, her voice soft but dripping with desire. “Mujhe bas tumhare liye banaya gaya hai.”  

Her words ignited something primal in you, and you slammed into her harder, your release building with every thrust. Her legs quivered in your grip, her body a trembling mess beneath you as you claimed her completely.

Your eyes flickered open as the realization hit you—a mix of arousal and frustration coursing through your body. The vivid dream lingered in your mind, the sensations almost too real to dismiss. But now, here you were, back in the lecture hall, the noise of shuffling feet and murmuring students grounding you in reality.  

You shifted slightly in your seat, your heart still pounding. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught her—*her*. The girl from earlier, the one whose teasing gaze and careful adjustments to her veil had left you mesmerized. She had noticed your reaction, you were sure of it. Her eyes had lingered, her lips parting slightly as if she was caught between shyness and intrigue.  

As if to torture you further, a soft voice interrupted your thoughts. “Excuse me,” it said, and you turned to see Sanvi sliding into the seat beside you. Her presence was like a balm and a curse all at once.  

Sanvi was stunning in a way that seemed effortless. Her skin was a warm, creamy tone that looked like it would melt under a single touch. She smelled faintly of jasmine, and her hair, tied loosely, framed her delicate features. Her kurti clung to her figure in just the right places, hinting at the curves beneath.  

She gave you a polite smile, but her eyes flickered downward for the briefest of moments—had she noticed? Your cock was still half-hard, a lingering reminder of the dream that had consumed you.  

“Hi,” she said softly, her voice sweet and lilting. “Is this seat taken?”  

You shook your head, your throat dry. “No, it’s all yours.”  

She settled in, her movements graceful yet tantalizing. Her arm brushed yours as she adjusted her bag, and the contact sent a jolt through you. You couldn’t help but steal a glance at her, taking in the gentle slope of her neck, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath.  

The lecture began, but your focus was torn. Between the memory of your dream and the reality of Sanvi’s proximity, your mind was in chaos. You glanced once more at the girl in the veil, catching her stealing a glance at you before quickly looking away.  

Sanvi noticed your distraction, leaning closer as she whispered, “Everything okay?”  

You nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah, just... tired.”  

But in truth, you weren’t tired—you were consumed. Between the lustful looks, the tantalizing proximity, and the lingering heat of your dream, it felt like you were caught in a web of desire you couldn’t escape.
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Immersive sex story for men - by Naruto411 - 22-11-2024, 11:06 PM
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