13-09-2026, 11:26 AM
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The dark, unlit stretch of the Delhi–Jaipur highway swallowed the vehicle. Inside the cabin, the heavy, rhythmic sound of Rakesh’s snoring echoed from the back seat, loud and unbroken, punctuated only by the quiet hum of the air conditioner.
Ranga kept both hands on the wheel, his broad shoulders relaxed, but his eyelids flickered heavily every time a passing truck’s headlights swept through the windshield.
The highway stretch was desolate and dark with forest on either side of the road.
"Ranga," Monica murmured, turning her head towards him, her dark curls spilling over her bare shoulder. "Watch the lane. You're drifting a bit to the left"
Ranga smiled and continued driving, but just then he veered dangerously to the left only to ignore a sharp right turn. He managed to steady the car at the last moment but not before the vehicle almost brushed aside the side railing of the road.
Monica yelled “Ranga what are you doing?”
Ranga adjusted the speed, tightening his grip on the wheel. "That hookah mix is bad. It hits the head, then it sits right behind the eyes”
"Don't tell me you big buy is getting sleepy," Monica teased, a lazy smirk curving her lips. "You were the one boasting about the pub's hookah”
"Well I am trying” Ranga rumbled "Just that my eyes keep closing due to the bad hangover of the hookah"
“Well then let me drive then Ranga Anna, you do look sleepy!” Monica offered
Ranga shook his head “Monica? You think you don’t have a hangover? Look at your own eyes! Plus you hardly know the turns.. it’s not a straight highway sweetheart!”
Monica scorned “Shit! Don’t tell me we have to wait here in the middle of the forest because we three are not in a position to drive!”.
Ranga was quiet for a few seconds. The dashboard light cut across his jaw.
“We can’t stop the car in the middle of the highway ..that’s a serious offense …this hookah have started hitting really bad” Ranga spoke rubbing his eyes
Monica let out a dry breath. “Fuck! Even I am feeling dizzy now..Should I turn the radio to full volume? Will that help ?”
“come on, music only makes me more sleepy” Ranga smirked. He paused, then added, almost thoughtfully, “There are ways to stay awake on long drives when the smoke hits like this.”
“Like what?" Monica asked, her voice a bit shaky due to the hangover from the hookah. Monica tried to steady her mind and asked “Then what brilliant idea do you have to stay awake, big man?”
Ranga kept his gaze on the road.
“Something that keeps the blood moving. Keeps the mind locked on one thing instead of drifting. Works better than coffee when the hookah hits this bad” Ranga spoke softly and then slowly moved his fingers over his crotch… he stopped his hand and then again moved his fingers over his crotch..
Monica stared at him trying to figure out what he was hinting. “You’re not seriously about to suggest what I think you’re suggesting”
He didn’t look at her. “I’m saying the only thing that will keep me properly awake for the next half hour is if you take care of it. In fact it keeps both of us awake ..He’s finished back there. No one’s watching”
Monica let out a short, incredulous laugh. “You seriously want me to suck you off so you don’t fall asleep at the wheel. How insane does that sounds ?”
The dark deserted highway gave an eerie mysterious vibe as Ranga looked at Monica.
“I’m telling you what will actually work if we really need to reach back home safely” Ranga replied calmly. “Everything else is riskier right now. Is it not ? If you drive? You don’t know the turns. If we stop? There’s nothing safe on this stretch. This place is notorious for dacoits.. plus strictly the law says you can’t stop on this highway…You know how heavy our heads feel because of the Hookah.. this road needs some focus sweetheart ...So look…you help me stay awake the fastest way…”
She looked at the dark road for a long moment, jaw tight, the buzz still warm under her skin.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“I know.” He glanced at her once, then back at the highway. “I’m not going to force anything. Your choice afterall.. you know the situation”
In the back seat Rakesh snored on, completely unaware.
Monica stayed silent for another stretch of road. “ Ranga how? How can I just do that? I am happily married… my husband is right here…We discussed we will keep things between us strictly professional only!”
"We discussed many things Monica… right now, I may ram the car if we don’t ‘engage’ ourselves properly… you know it… plus you know how the hookah has made both of us so fucking horny! The hookah is known to do that ..that’s why people try out that a lot…”
“ what you mean I am horny ? How on earth you know that ?”
“ The hookah makes that .. you are bad at lying Monica!”
The only sounds were the engine, the tyres, and the steady breathing from behind them.
Monica shook her head “This ..This is insane!”
Then, without looking at Ranga, she unbuckled her seatbelt.
She hesitated a bit and then leaned across the centre console, she could not believe she was actually doing this unbelievable thing. Her left hip stayed on her own seat while her upper body stretched over the console, bringing her face level with Ranga’s huge lap. The short black dress rode high on her thighs with the movement, and the deep plunging neckline fell open even further under the dashboard light. The dazzling high beams of an oncoming sixteen-wheeler swept past, flooding the cabin in a split-second flash of light that made the deep plunge of her dress look so indecent.
“Ranga, wait,” Monica whispered sharply. She clutched the plunging front of her dress against her full breasts, trying to hold the soft weight of them in place. “This is a bad idea! There are way too many trucks on this stretch. Half those drivers were already staring straight down my chest at the last junction. If one of them sees this—”
"They can’t see anything, Monica” Ranga cut in softly, “The glass is tinted. Stop overthinking and focus at what you’re doing.”.
“Ranga please don’t make me do this..I will seriously regret this later” Monica spoke seriously trying to still avoid the inevitable
Ranga commanded in an icy cold voice “The hookah is hitting my head badly .. don’t delay this sweetheart.. open my pants!”
Monica still hesitated “Ranga No .We…we are business partners!”
“Monica quickly … open my pants”
Monica bit her lower lip, still lingering in the shadow of the dashboard, heart drumming hard against her ribs. Seeing her motionless, Ranga reached down with his left hand, took her wrist, and guided her fingers over the front of his trousers — resting her palm directly over the thick, solid ridge that strained against the jeans.
The sheer heat and hardness radiating made Monica draw a sharp, shallow breath. Her fingers instinctively curled around the heavy shape. She looked up at him, lips curving into a daring, cocky smirk to mask the sudden flutter low in her stomach...
“You really are a menace, aren’t you?” she murmured dryly
With a soft, deliberate metallic clink she unbuckled the heavy buckle of his leather belt. Her manicured fingers moved to the metal teeth of his zipper and drew it down slowly in the quiet cabin. She pushed the dark jeans aside and peeled his underwear down just enough to free what had been trapped beneath.
In the dim, shadowed space of his lap she froze for a moment. The sight of him — thick, dark, heavily veined, and completely unpolished — sent a genuine jolt of shock straight through her.
His cock was thick — darker than the rest of him, heavy, fully hard, the broad head already shiny. It rose against his stomach with a solid weight that made her fingers look small. A dense, black, untamed bush of coarse pubic hair framed the base and spread across his groin, thick and wild.
Monica stared in shock even in that intoxicated state, lips slightly parted.
“Hey Bhagwan …What is wrong with you?” she whispered. “It’s… this huge. And so thick. My fingers won’t even close around it.”
Ranga’s mouth curved, still watching the road.
“You sound surprised?”
“Yes with that size of yours, who won’t be surprised?” she shot back, still staring. “This is not a normal size” She gave it a tentative stroke, feeling the heavy pulse under the skin. “And this bush… God. It’s like a forest. I can already feel it scratching. Do you even know what does a razor do?”
Ranga laughed “You will love it Monica!”
Monica wrinkled her nose, but her hand didn’t leave him.
“ Where is your hygiene? Idiot!! This smells. … it smells like you’ve not taken proper bath in months..Sweat and… everything else. It’s dirty, Ranga.”
Ranga’s voice stayed low and cocky.
“You can still put it back and sit properly, sweetie. No one’s forcing you..Just that I don’t know how will I keep myself awake for the next 30 kms…”
Monica let out a short, incredulous breath, eyes still fixed on the thick, dark cock and the wild bush around it.
“Oh, I’m aware. I’m just taking a moment to appreciate how completely insane this is… sitting here with my husband’s snoring in the back, about to put this thick, hairy, sweaty thing in my mouth.”
She pushed her dark curls back from her face with her free hand, still holding him loosely at the base.
Then, without another word, she lowered her head.
Monica hovered over him for one more second, the thick head of his cock only inches from her lips. She turned her head slightly toward the back seat where Rakesh lay snoring, mouth open, completely gone. She looked at Rakesh with deep pity and guilt. She lowered her face in shame.
“Sorry, jaan,” she whispered “Your wife is about to do something extremely unprofessional. Try not to wake up.”
Then she lowered her head and took Ranga into her mouth.
The first contact was slow. She sealed her lips around the broad, warm head and simply held it there, breathing through her nose, letting the heavy musk and the salty taste settle on her tongue. Ranga’s hips shifted once. She pressed her free hand firmly on his thigh, pinning him still.
“Don’t move,” she muttered around him, the words muffled and wet. “You’re still driving.”
Ranga’s right hand stayed locked on the steering wheel. His left hand rested lightly on the back of her head.
“I’m not moving. Just… keep doing”
Monica took him deeper in long, wet millimetres, tongue pressing flat against the thick underside, until the head nudged the back of her throat. She held him there, throat fluttering, spit already gathering and running down the shaft into the dense black bush. Then she pulled back just as slowly, lips dragging tightly, until only the shiny head remained between them.
A soft, wet sound filled the vehicle.
She stopped completely, lifted her head a fraction, and checked at Rakesh.
Only then did she sink down again, taking more of the thick length, cheeks hollowing as she sucked with focused, lazy greed. Spit coated him thoroughly now. It made every slow stroke louder and filthier.
Ranga’s breathing grew heavier. When a curve approached he had to adjust the wheel with small, careful movements. A low, rough moan escaped his throat as he flicked the indicator on for a moment, then off again.
“Fuck, Monica… your mouth is so nice. Don’t stop.”
She pulled off with a wet pop and wiped her lower lip with her thumb, still stretched across the console.
“Someone could be watching,” she said quietly, glancing at the road ahead. “Any truck with a high cabin will see exactly what I’m doing…. .”.
Ranga checked both mirrors quickly, then the road.
“Nothing close by Monica… Put it back in”
Monica went back down anyway, even slower this time, forcing herself to take him deeper until her nose brushed the thick, sweaty bush. A thick stench of unbelievablly dirty smell swept her off! Monica could not believe herself how she was adjusting to that dirty smell if not anything else. That’s the dirtiest cock she can even think of forget giving a blowjob to. She never knew how men can remain so very dirty, so unhygienic without bathing for days and months. Still she stayed buried there for several long seconds, throat working around him, before she had to rise again, gasping quietly.
“You’re too thick,” she said, voice already rough. “It’s stretching my jaw.”
Ranga’s hand tightened slightly on her hair.
“And yet you’re still sucking it. Keep going. Long stretch ahead.”
Monica gave a tiny, sarcastic huff and returned to the thick cock, sucking him with the same torturous, wet pace — long downward slides, tight upward pulls, spit running freely over her fingers and into the coarse pubic hair. Every time Ranga had to correct the steering or tap the indicator, a deeper moan rumbled out of him.
“That’s it… just like that,” he groaned under his breath. “Take it deeper than that!”
She did, forcing another inch, eyes watering, then pulled back again to breathe.
“You’re enjoying this way too much for someone who’s supposed to be concentrating on the road,” she whispered, stroking him slowly with her hand while she spoke.
Ranga’s voice came out strained but still cocky.
“I am concentrating. Don’t worry on how I am driving…you don’t stop for even a fucking second!”
Monica shook her head once, half in disbelief, half in arousal, and lowered her mouth onto him again.
Ranga kept both hands on the wheel, his broad shoulders relaxed, but his eyelids flickered heavily every time a passing truck’s headlights swept through the windshield.
The highway stretch was desolate and dark with forest on either side of the road.
"Ranga," Monica murmured, turning her head towards him, her dark curls spilling over her bare shoulder. "Watch the lane. You're drifting a bit to the left"
Ranga smiled and continued driving, but just then he veered dangerously to the left only to ignore a sharp right turn. He managed to steady the car at the last moment but not before the vehicle almost brushed aside the side railing of the road.
Monica yelled “Ranga what are you doing?”
Ranga adjusted the speed, tightening his grip on the wheel. "That hookah mix is bad. It hits the head, then it sits right behind the eyes”
"Don't tell me you big buy is getting sleepy," Monica teased, a lazy smirk curving her lips. "You were the one boasting about the pub's hookah”
"Well I am trying” Ranga rumbled "Just that my eyes keep closing due to the bad hangover of the hookah"
“Well then let me drive then Ranga Anna, you do look sleepy!” Monica offered
Ranga shook his head “Monica? You think you don’t have a hangover? Look at your own eyes! Plus you hardly know the turns.. it’s not a straight highway sweetheart!”
Monica scorned “Shit! Don’t tell me we have to wait here in the middle of the forest because we three are not in a position to drive!”.
Ranga was quiet for a few seconds. The dashboard light cut across his jaw.
“We can’t stop the car in the middle of the highway ..that’s a serious offense …this hookah have started hitting really bad” Ranga spoke rubbing his eyes
Monica let out a dry breath. “Fuck! Even I am feeling dizzy now..Should I turn the radio to full volume? Will that help ?”
“come on, music only makes me more sleepy” Ranga smirked. He paused, then added, almost thoughtfully, “There are ways to stay awake on long drives when the smoke hits like this.”
“Like what?" Monica asked, her voice a bit shaky due to the hangover from the hookah. Monica tried to steady her mind and asked “Then what brilliant idea do you have to stay awake, big man?”
Ranga kept his gaze on the road.
“Something that keeps the blood moving. Keeps the mind locked on one thing instead of drifting. Works better than coffee when the hookah hits this bad” Ranga spoke softly and then slowly moved his fingers over his crotch… he stopped his hand and then again moved his fingers over his crotch..
Monica stared at him trying to figure out what he was hinting. “You’re not seriously about to suggest what I think you’re suggesting”
He didn’t look at her. “I’m saying the only thing that will keep me properly awake for the next half hour is if you take care of it. In fact it keeps both of us awake ..He’s finished back there. No one’s watching”
Monica let out a short, incredulous laugh. “You seriously want me to suck you off so you don’t fall asleep at the wheel. How insane does that sounds ?”
The dark deserted highway gave an eerie mysterious vibe as Ranga looked at Monica.
“I’m telling you what will actually work if we really need to reach back home safely” Ranga replied calmly. “Everything else is riskier right now. Is it not ? If you drive? You don’t know the turns. If we stop? There’s nothing safe on this stretch. This place is notorious for dacoits.. plus strictly the law says you can’t stop on this highway…You know how heavy our heads feel because of the Hookah.. this road needs some focus sweetheart ...So look…you help me stay awake the fastest way…”
She looked at the dark road for a long moment, jaw tight, the buzz still warm under her skin.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“I know.” He glanced at her once, then back at the highway. “I’m not going to force anything. Your choice afterall.. you know the situation”
In the back seat Rakesh snored on, completely unaware.
Monica stayed silent for another stretch of road. “ Ranga how? How can I just do that? I am happily married… my husband is right here…We discussed we will keep things between us strictly professional only!”
"We discussed many things Monica… right now, I may ram the car if we don’t ‘engage’ ourselves properly… you know it… plus you know how the hookah has made both of us so fucking horny! The hookah is known to do that ..that’s why people try out that a lot…”
“ what you mean I am horny ? How on earth you know that ?”
“ The hookah makes that .. you are bad at lying Monica!”
The only sounds were the engine, the tyres, and the steady breathing from behind them.
Monica shook her head “This ..This is insane!”
Then, without looking at Ranga, she unbuckled her seatbelt.
She hesitated a bit and then leaned across the centre console, she could not believe she was actually doing this unbelievable thing. Her left hip stayed on her own seat while her upper body stretched over the console, bringing her face level with Ranga’s huge lap. The short black dress rode high on her thighs with the movement, and the deep plunging neckline fell open even further under the dashboard light. The dazzling high beams of an oncoming sixteen-wheeler swept past, flooding the cabin in a split-second flash of light that made the deep plunge of her dress look so indecent.
“Ranga, wait,” Monica whispered sharply. She clutched the plunging front of her dress against her full breasts, trying to hold the soft weight of them in place. “This is a bad idea! There are way too many trucks on this stretch. Half those drivers were already staring straight down my chest at the last junction. If one of them sees this—”
"They can’t see anything, Monica” Ranga cut in softly, “The glass is tinted. Stop overthinking and focus at what you’re doing.”.
“Ranga please don’t make me do this..I will seriously regret this later” Monica spoke seriously trying to still avoid the inevitable
Ranga commanded in an icy cold voice “The hookah is hitting my head badly .. don’t delay this sweetheart.. open my pants!”
Monica still hesitated “Ranga No .We…we are business partners!”
“Monica quickly … open my pants”
Monica bit her lower lip, still lingering in the shadow of the dashboard, heart drumming hard against her ribs. Seeing her motionless, Ranga reached down with his left hand, took her wrist, and guided her fingers over the front of his trousers — resting her palm directly over the thick, solid ridge that strained against the jeans.
The sheer heat and hardness radiating made Monica draw a sharp, shallow breath. Her fingers instinctively curled around the heavy shape. She looked up at him, lips curving into a daring, cocky smirk to mask the sudden flutter low in her stomach...
“You really are a menace, aren’t you?” she murmured dryly
With a soft, deliberate metallic clink she unbuckled the heavy buckle of his leather belt. Her manicured fingers moved to the metal teeth of his zipper and drew it down slowly in the quiet cabin. She pushed the dark jeans aside and peeled his underwear down just enough to free what had been trapped beneath.
In the dim, shadowed space of his lap she froze for a moment. The sight of him — thick, dark, heavily veined, and completely unpolished — sent a genuine jolt of shock straight through her.
His cock was thick — darker than the rest of him, heavy, fully hard, the broad head already shiny. It rose against his stomach with a solid weight that made her fingers look small. A dense, black, untamed bush of coarse pubic hair framed the base and spread across his groin, thick and wild.
Monica stared in shock even in that intoxicated state, lips slightly parted.
“Hey Bhagwan …What is wrong with you?” she whispered. “It’s… this huge. And so thick. My fingers won’t even close around it.”
Ranga’s mouth curved, still watching the road.
“You sound surprised?”
“Yes with that size of yours, who won’t be surprised?” she shot back, still staring. “This is not a normal size” She gave it a tentative stroke, feeling the heavy pulse under the skin. “And this bush… God. It’s like a forest. I can already feel it scratching. Do you even know what does a razor do?”
Ranga laughed “You will love it Monica!”
Monica wrinkled her nose, but her hand didn’t leave him.
“ Where is your hygiene? Idiot!! This smells. … it smells like you’ve not taken proper bath in months..Sweat and… everything else. It’s dirty, Ranga.”
Ranga’s voice stayed low and cocky.
“You can still put it back and sit properly, sweetie. No one’s forcing you..Just that I don’t know how will I keep myself awake for the next 30 kms…”
Monica let out a short, incredulous breath, eyes still fixed on the thick, dark cock and the wild bush around it.
“Oh, I’m aware. I’m just taking a moment to appreciate how completely insane this is… sitting here with my husband’s snoring in the back, about to put this thick, hairy, sweaty thing in my mouth.”
She pushed her dark curls back from her face with her free hand, still holding him loosely at the base.
Then, without another word, she lowered her head.
Monica hovered over him for one more second, the thick head of his cock only inches from her lips. She turned her head slightly toward the back seat where Rakesh lay snoring, mouth open, completely gone. She looked at Rakesh with deep pity and guilt. She lowered her face in shame.
“Sorry, jaan,” she whispered “Your wife is about to do something extremely unprofessional. Try not to wake up.”
Then she lowered her head and took Ranga into her mouth.
The first contact was slow. She sealed her lips around the broad, warm head and simply held it there, breathing through her nose, letting the heavy musk and the salty taste settle on her tongue. Ranga’s hips shifted once. She pressed her free hand firmly on his thigh, pinning him still.
“Don’t move,” she muttered around him, the words muffled and wet. “You’re still driving.”
Ranga’s right hand stayed locked on the steering wheel. His left hand rested lightly on the back of her head.
“I’m not moving. Just… keep doing”
Monica took him deeper in long, wet millimetres, tongue pressing flat against the thick underside, until the head nudged the back of her throat. She held him there, throat fluttering, spit already gathering and running down the shaft into the dense black bush. Then she pulled back just as slowly, lips dragging tightly, until only the shiny head remained between them.
A soft, wet sound filled the vehicle.
She stopped completely, lifted her head a fraction, and checked at Rakesh.
Only then did she sink down again, taking more of the thick length, cheeks hollowing as she sucked with focused, lazy greed. Spit coated him thoroughly now. It made every slow stroke louder and filthier.
Ranga’s breathing grew heavier. When a curve approached he had to adjust the wheel with small, careful movements. A low, rough moan escaped his throat as he flicked the indicator on for a moment, then off again.
“Fuck, Monica… your mouth is so nice. Don’t stop.”
She pulled off with a wet pop and wiped her lower lip with her thumb, still stretched across the console.
“Someone could be watching,” she said quietly, glancing at the road ahead. “Any truck with a high cabin will see exactly what I’m doing…. .”.
Ranga checked both mirrors quickly, then the road.
“Nothing close by Monica… Put it back in”
Monica went back down anyway, even slower this time, forcing herself to take him deeper until her nose brushed the thick, sweaty bush. A thick stench of unbelievablly dirty smell swept her off! Monica could not believe herself how she was adjusting to that dirty smell if not anything else. That’s the dirtiest cock she can even think of forget giving a blowjob to. She never knew how men can remain so very dirty, so unhygienic without bathing for days and months. Still she stayed buried there for several long seconds, throat working around him, before she had to rise again, gasping quietly.
“You’re too thick,” she said, voice already rough. “It’s stretching my jaw.”
Ranga’s hand tightened slightly on her hair.
“And yet you’re still sucking it. Keep going. Long stretch ahead.”
Monica gave a tiny, sarcastic huff and returned to the thick cock, sucking him with the same torturous, wet pace — long downward slides, tight upward pulls, spit running freely over her fingers and into the coarse pubic hair. Every time Ranga had to correct the steering or tap the indicator, a deeper moan rumbled out of him.
“That’s it… just like that,” he groaned under his breath. “Take it deeper than that!”
She did, forcing another inch, eyes watering, then pulled back again to breathe.
“You’re enjoying this way too much for someone who’s supposed to be concentrating on the road,” she whispered, stroking him slowly with her hand while she spoke.
Ranga’s voice came out strained but still cocky.
“I am concentrating. Don’t worry on how I am driving…you don’t stop for even a fucking second!”
Monica shook her head once, half in disbelief, half in arousal, and lowered her mouth onto him again.
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