Banging Big-tits Boutique-owner Nikhila

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Coming to the story, Nikhila is the heroine of this, a true Bangalorean. She came in touch with me back in 2019 via Hangout after reading my stories. After a few chats, we got connected and became very good friends. In a few days, Nikhila opened up all her hidden secrets and dreamy desires.

About Nikhila back in 2018:

Nikhila was a very pretty young girl aged 23 years. She was emotionally broken when she connected with me. She explained her dark, nightmarish teenage past. I took her as part of my life when she trusted in sharing her gore teenage, which no girl should face.

Nikhila’s dark past had left an emotional scar on her life.

At 23 now, she still gets disturbed, and her body trembles at the slightest memory of her teenage. She doesn’t trust guys/men easily enough. She was into modelling but not a successful model. She was doing her degree as a fashion designer.

She looked damn pretty in the photoshoot pictures which she had shared. Not to miss her huge firm tits, which were eye-provoking for a 23-year-old girl. She worked part-time in her family business, too. (Saree store).

Like all girls, her bodily desires were raw and dreamy. She narrated her sexual fantasy. It was sex on a private beach in the early morning freezing weather. Nikhila wanted me to take her to Goa for drinking, partying, and enjoying.

We were good friends over chat and call for around 2 months. She told me that her parents were looking for an alliance. She used to ask for suggestions. We discussed alliance selection. I guided her in the selection of the boy. I wish to god that he would be the right match for her.

She suddenly disappeared with no response to my messages. I guessed that her marriage had been fixed, and she didn’t want me anymore in her life. Perfect enough. During this period, we never met.

At 2022:
I was out shopping a sexy lingerie with one of my sex partners. In one of the boutiques near MG Road, the model in the catalogue clicked in my head. It was Nikhila. I enquired with the seller. He told me that she was the owner’s daughter and, to my surprise, she was available on the first floor.

Out of curiosity, I walked to the first floor. I finally saw Nikhila for the first time, for real. I was spellbound on seeing her. She did not recognize me at the first glance. When I kept staring at her, she recognized me and smiled. She saw the girl next to me and smiled again.

Let me describe Nikhila. She was short, around 5 ft in height. She was wheatish complexioned. The main attraction of her was her deep eyes, which were cajoled, sharp, and provoking. She had a very alluring pair of prickly eyes.

Her huge tits in the buttoned shirt grabbed my attention, and they were my favourites. Her boobs were of the same size and remained firm as they were four years back. Her ass had grown bigger, shaky, and fleshy. I wanted my hands on those shaky huge ass cheeks.

She looked sexy with shoulder-length, curly, coloured hair. I wanted to talk to her but couldn’t talk because of my partner’s presence. I selected a few sexy lingerie for my sex partner. I was happy to see Nikhila on the billing counter. She gave a naughty smile, seeing the oomph creating lingerie.

The next day, I walked alone into the boutique. Nikhila saw me with a smile and immediately looked all around me. I could notice happiness in Nikhila on seeing me alone. I then stepped out of the store and waited for her outside in the pathway.

Nikhila, wearing a knee-length black skirt, walked out of the boutique. She said, “Illi beda” (Not here). She handed me a piece of paper and walked inside the boutique. There was a restaurant name on the piece of paper which was close by.

I went to that restaurant and waited for her. She came in her pink Scooty. She seemed very happy and excited about running into me. She happily narrated all about her arranged marriage, her husband, and the sweet family. My eyes scanned her neck and found the thread of her mangalsutra.

She told me how much she controlled and stopped messaging me. She was married. After marriage, she completed her degree too. Her family business was a huge failure with huge losses due to Covid and all. She took over, and with the help of her father and husband, she modernized this boutique.

Her idea clicked, and the business was doing great fetching them huge money. I am straight in my talks. I told her that I never forgot her and how badly I missed fucking her. Fucking her with her her ass cheeks shaking with her moans at cloud 9.

She was stunned with her facial expression freezing with a blush on her cheeks. I wished to fuck her badly, and I told that on her face during our first meeting. I am a horny man.

I said eyeing her boobs, “Ninna nenne boutique nal nod dhaaga, Ninna alle batte haridhu keibeku ansthu. Alle battegala madya ninna saaku saaku anno keidu. Ninna dappa mola na hisaki cheepbeku ansthu. Eeglu nan tunne nigroythu ninna ee tara nodi. Ninna shirt na haridhu haaki aa ninna mola na hisuka beku ansthide. Cheep beku ansthu.”

(The moment I saw you in the boutique, I wanted to undress you, tearing away your clothes. Amid clothes, I wanted to bang you until you stopped me. Pressing your huge boobs and sucking them. Now too, my dick is hard seeing you in this black shirt. I want to tear out your shirt and grab those huge melons and suck them.)

Her expression was flushed, and I noticed goose pimples on her neck when she told me, “Stop. Stop,” breaking our eye contact. She then said, “I am married.” I stopped her from continuing to talk by saying, “I am very happy for you. But I wish that I have you all for myself once at the least.”

“Your modelling pics are still fresh in my mind. I want to taste your body. I want your pussy.” She continued to glance around the restaurant. I told her, “It’s your decision.” We both became silent. After a moment, she replied, “Sorry, Madhan. I don’t want to.”

I do respect her decision. I bid goodbye with an affirmation that I wouldn’t be meeting her again and she needn’t worry. We left.

After two months of the above incident, she messaged me, “Come prepared to take your prize. Only with condoms.” It was a Wednesday. I wore jeans and a T-shirt and reached the boutique by 9:00 P.M. I kept a pack of extra thin condoms in one pocket and a chocolate bar in the other.

The store was in a duplex building on a small lane. I texted Nikhila about my arrival. She told me to wait for her message and walk straight into the store upon receiving the confirmation. At 20 minutes past 9, she confirmed to enter the store.

I took brisk steps, rushing into the store. The workers were all gone except for two. I hurried to the first floor and noticed Nikhila, along with one more worker, at one of the tables. As Nikhila had told me, I sneaked into a dark storage room that was clustered with clothes.

I waited eagerly for Nikhila. I texted her, “How long to wait?” She teased me by replying, “You are caught now. I will tell my husband.” I tempted her, saying, “Perfect. You should call him. I would love to make him cry out of jealousy seeing his wife’s pussy torn by my hard cock”

She did not respond; instead sent an angry emoji. She stopped responding to my further messages. The final minutes of the countdown for my 4+ years of wait for Nikhila started. I heard the sound of the shutter closing at around 9:45. I slowly sneaked out of the godown.

I scanned all around, but there was no hint of Nikhila. I texted her, but she didn’t respond. In confusion, I strolled around the store searching for hottie Nikhila. I heard the sound of door latches. My eyes narrowed to find a back door to the store.

The door slowly creaked open, and there she was. Nikhila with damp hair (which indicated that she had taken a bath very recently) in her kurta. She latched the door shut behind her. She stared at me and said, “Wait,” with a serious expression, and walked past me.

I noticed that she pulled a bag from one of the cupboards and walked into the trail room. I moved a stool in front of the trail room and sat waiting for my darling Nikhila.

I asked her through the door while she changed, “Hey Nikhila, neenu yaake sudden aagi disappear aagbitte? Ninna madve munche naavu Goa fantasy maadbekittu anta neene helidde. Nanna story alde nan mele ninge yestu kaama ittu, henge adanna control maadkondu idde?”

(Hey Nikhila, Why did you disappear suddenly? You told me that you wanted to fulfil your Goa fantasy before your marriage. Apart from my story, I know how much lust you had for me. How could you control that?)

She was silent all along. She opened the trail room door. She brushed her fingers, brushing from her head and nose to her huge tits to pussy and tempted me by saying, “Idhe taane neenu aase pattiddu? Baa tago idella ivattu ninde.” (Is this what you wanted? Come, I am all yours for today.)

“Meow,” she clawed with deep red nail polish and a black cat hat on her head. Being a fashion designer, she walked out with a designer dress. A black blouse that was very deeply cut in the front. It stuck very tightly onto her boobs, popping her milky cleavage.

A lehenga cut all around, revealing her heavy, milky white thigh while she walked. The blouse’s height was small, and the lehenga was tied low waist, revealing her slender navel. She wore glass bangles on both of her hands and a silver necklace on her neck.

She wore a cat hat and cajoled dark colour around her pretty eyes. She also wore very long jasmine and roses over her free-falling wet hair. The aroma of flowers was fresh and provoking. She gave poses like a model with a pretty smile.

She walked slowly closer to me. She circled me, exhibiting her beauty, making my dick hard and wild. She then lifted one of her legs and kept her feet on my chest, with the lehenga falling low because of the cut. I grabbed her soft-skinned leg.

My hands slowly travelled inside, touching and brushing through her soft thigh to her pussy. I lifted her leg from my chest and placed it over my shoulder. My palm and fingers comfortably grabbed her pussy. Ahh! Soft drenched, neatly shaved pussy messily rubbed by my fingers.

She let out loud breaths and moans. I could not see her mangal sutra around her neck. I placed a kiss on her soft feet. I removed my T-shirt. I pulled her onto me and made her sit on my lap. I hugged her tightly, hugging her from behind.

Her hair and jasmine flowers fell over my chest. The smell of her body, flowers, and the scent she applied was intoxicating. My lips kiss and suck her neck. My hands slide down between her thighs, searching for her pussy. With our weight, the stool made a quaky noise.

I stood with her ass pressed against my hard bulge. I continued to suck the back of her neck and rub her pussy. I massaged her pussy lips, clitoral hood and inserted my first finger inside. She pushed her ass further into my crotch. I placed my other hand over her soft fleshy huge tits.

I massaged in a slow, rhythmic manner. As the moan got louder, I squeezed the boobs harder with my hand moving from one to the other.

“Yaake nanna ignore maad de avattu? Nange neenu bekittu. Mathe yaake ignore maad de?” (Why did you ignore me? I needed you. Again, you ignored me?)

“Adhu adhu,” (That) she continued to moan. I placed her gently over the table and spread her legs. I removed the lehenga to the floor. I grabbed her thigh and dug my face to lick her juicy pussy. “Ahh, Madhan. Chi beda kano.” (Hey Madhan. Please don’t.)

“Namma appa madve fix maadbitru sudden aagi.” (My dad fixed the marriage suddenly.)

“Madve fix aadru, I wanted you?” (So what, I wanted you?)

“Ah, Madhan!”

I licked her pussy. I ordered, “Tegiye, nanage ninna dappa mola beku” (Open, I need your huge tits). She hurriedly opened her top and had no bra. Her huge white tits with a thick wide brown nipples fell out. My lips, like a hungry animal, jumped to suck her nipples.

“Ah, Madhan. Slow. Yaa.”

“I missed this kano.”

“Naanu nin stories oodi tumba sala fingering maadiddini kano,” (Many a time, I had fingered reading your stories). I removed my pants and underwear. She kissed my lips, sucking all the juice out of me. I positioned my cock over her pussy.

She pushed me away and dragged me to an area where there were a lot of clothes jumbled up. She slept and spread her legs and lifted them for me. The jasmine from her hair was squashed and ran here and there. “Ahh Nikhila,” she was a treat to me for my eyes.

Her milky white bare skin with huge melons, heavy thighs, and shaved pussy waiting for me. Wow. I rubbed my cock over pussy, over her boobs and teased around her pussy lips and clitoral hood.

“Haakla?” (Shall I insert?)

“Haaku Madhan. Naanu ninge. Naanu ninnavale. Haaku Madhannn, bega haaku.” (Insert Madhan. I am yours. Insert Madhan, fast)

“Firstu, yake ignore maad de helu?” (First, tell me why did you ignore me?)

“During that time, My friend’s marriage broke because she got caught with a boy. I controlled.”

“Control ah, tago (take),” saying this, and I pushed my cock into her. My thick cock glided deeper into her warm wet pussy. “Ah, Madhan. Ninna stories yaavdhu miss madilla.” (I have never missed your stories). “Ella stories odbidthini.” (I have read every story)

I continued to pound her juicy pussy harder and harder. “Nan ganda keidaaglu sometimes neenu nenapagthiya, Madhan,” (Sometimes when my husband bangs me, I remember you, Madhan.)

This line made me horny. I was hitting her pussy with huge thrusts. Her bangles were clinking with every thrust into her pussy. “Yaa. Please don’t stop.” She lifted her thigh high enough, and my dick drenched in her orgasm. I continued to slide through her orgasm until I leaked warm juices.

We had a few more rounds, one in doggy style and one with her sitting on top of me in a flower-like position. After sex, we stayed hugging each other nude until 03 in the morning, and lastly, we bid goodbye.

I hope you guys enjoyed this story.