Met a Hot Stranger Prachi and Banged Her

Hello readers, this is the unfiltered real incident that went down last month in Rajkot. I’m Faizal, 28, a gym rat and corporate IT drone from Mumbai.

The main lead of the incident? Prachi, 30, a thick, curvy girl with an ass so fat it’d make you wanna drop everything and dive in. We went from total strangers to me fucking her like there’s no tomorrow. Here’s the gritty rundown.

So, me and my brother-in-law Vicky were travelling to Rajkot on March 22nd for some last-second work crap. I snagged sleeper class tickets out of Bandra at 11:55 PM—RAC confirmed, just barely making it. We hopped on, and a couple of hours in, the TC hooked us up with real seats.

I scored the lower berth, and Vicky got the middle—solid setup. Then, around 1:30 AM, Prachi stumbles onto the train, and damn, my jaw hit the floor. She’s rocking this tight kurti and pyjama combo. Her curves were popping, and her ass screaming for attention.

She’s fumbling with her bags, looking all lost, so I step up, play the nice guy, and stash her stuff. We trade quick hellos and some small talk, and she climbs up to the upper berth and crashes. I’m stuck staring at her silhouette all night. That ass was haunting me.

The next morning, 7:30 AM, I’m up and fresh. She’s still sprawled out, teasing me even in her sleep. She finally rolls outta bed, cleans up, and plops down across from me. “Morning, Prachi,” I say, voice low. “Morning, Faizal,” she shoots back, all sultry.

We grab a coffee, and the conversation gets spicy quickly. It starts with basic stuff, her gig in Vapi and her trip to Rajkot for her family. Then, bam, we’re talking sex, bodies, what gets us going. Her eyes light up, her lips part, and I can tell she’s into it. Numbers were swapped before we even hit the station.

We pull into Rajkot, and I’m not letting this chance slip. “Prachi, you got time to hang before you bounce?” I ask straight up. She’s like, “Not much, and Vicky’s here.” I brush it off—“Screw Vicky, I got this.” I told him to handle the work solo—he just grinned, knowing I was about to get it in.

Found a shady hotel near the station and booked a room for three hours of straight-up debauchery. The second we’re inside, she heads for the bathroom to “freshen up.” Nah, I’m not waiting—I kick the door open, grab her by the waist, and pull her in.

She turns, and I’m on her, kissing her hard tongue all in her mouth. She’s wild, clawing at me, spit-swapping like it’s a damn competition. I slide my hands under her kurti and grab her huge tits, squeezing while she moans loud. She’s soaked—I can feel the heat already.

I rip her kurti and pyjama off—bra and a drenched thong is all that’s left, her ass bouncing like a trophy. She tears my shirt and jeans off, drops down, and starts working my dick through my boxers. “Take it off,” I growl, grabbing her hair.

She yanks them down, my cock’s out, and she goes to town—licking, sucking, spitting all over it. She’s sloppy, gagging, drool dripping, and I’m in heaven for a solid 15 minutes. I pull her up, drag her to the bed, and shove her down. “On your back, edge of the bed—I’m fucking your throat,” I tell her.

She’s game, head hanging off, and I slide in deep, hitting the back of her throat. She chokes, spit’s flying, but I keep going, pounding her face while my fingers dig into her wet pussy. She’s a mess, eyes tearing up, but loving it.

I flip her over, ass up, rip those panties off, and bury my face in her—eating her out like I’m sex starved. She’s loud, shaking, her taste all over me, begging for more. I stand up, smack my dick against her, then slam it in—raw, hard, no holding back.

Her pussy’s tight, gripping me. I’m thrusting like a maniac, the room echoing with slaps and her moans. That ass jiggles with every hit. After doggy style for a good 15 minutes, I toss her on her back, missionary style. Hand on her throat, I dive back in, fucking her senseless, biting her lips.

She yells, “Keep going, Faizal!” She cums hard, soaking everything, but I’m not stopping. I pull her up, sit back, and she rides me—tits bouncing, ass slamming down, biting my lips till they’re raw. She’s a beast, and I’m living for it. I feel it coming. “Gonna cum,” I grunt.

She hops off, grabs my dick, jerks me fast, then shoves it in her mouth. I blow—cum hitting her deep throat, splashing her face. She swallows, smirking, but I’m not done. I push her back down, ass up, spit on that insane ass, and smack it till it’s red. She’s yelping, loving it, begging for more.

I spread her open, slam back into her pussy, and go full savage—bed’s shaking, she’s screaming, and I don’t care who hears. I yank her hair, hold her just right, and she’s losing it, cumming again, gushing everywhere. I keep pounding till I’m ready to burst again.

I pull out, flip her over, and she kneels, mouth open. I finish hard—cum all over her face, tits, hair. She’s a wreck, licking it up, grinning like she won. We hit the shower, water barely cutting through the sex haze. Her legs were still wobbly as I grabbed her one last time, promising round two.

I dropped her near her spot, her clothes hiding the marks I had left. Texted her later: “Next time you’re in Mumbai, or I’m near you, that ass is mine again—be ready.” She hits back, “Hell yeah, I’m already dying for it.” She’s hooked, and I’m far from done.

If this got you hyped, tell your freaky friends—especially the ladies who’d vibe with it. Want to chat, give feedback, or geek out over it? Hit me up on Google Chat, [email protected]. I’m down to talk or link up if you’re nearby.