Sex with my ex-girlfriend Manisha

In the year 2021, while the world was still afraid of the coronavirus and everyone was hiding in their houses, there were teams of doctors and nurses working tirelessly to treat patients after the second wave in India. I, being a doctor, was also appointed to a different hospital away from my place to treat people. I worked day and night to help people recover.

Maybe God was pleased with my efforts and made me come across my first love, Manisha, at the hospital when I joined my team on my first day at work. Manisha and I met in 2008 and dated, loved each other, but she moved on and married a guy from her community to please her family, leaving me broken and shattered. I focused on my studies and specialization but couldn’t love anyone ever. Dates, flings, or one-night stands happened, but they were shallow and physical only.

When we broke up, I vowed I would never see her again, and I always kept telling myself that I hated her. But when I saw her, she had changed a bit, but there was a soulful connection, and I recognized her immediately. Her mere presence made me uncomfortable and nervous. I felt vulnerable to meet her accidentally, unable to react. I just greeted all in our emergency team and came to my cabin and crashed on my chair. I gulped half a gallon of water to digest this play of destiny.

I closed my eyes to recall the pain that I was suffering from for the past so many years. But the only thing I could think of was her beautiful face, which had matured a little now after 10-12 years. Her beautiful peach-colored kurti was hugging her curves tightly, and her black legging was accentuating her figure. Manisha was a beautiful, dusky girl from Bengal. She was tall (about 5’6″) and curvy then. Now, after marriage, her curves were even more killer; perhaps 36-30-38. And with that height, she was such a beauty.

Oh God! What am I thinking? She is married and has a kid. She ditched you. Don’t I have any self-respect?

There was a knock on my cabin door, and Manisha came in.

Manisha: Hi, how have you been? So glad to see you.

Me: Really?

Manisha: Of course. I have been searching for you on the internet.

Me: I left Facebook after 2008.

There was an awkward silence in the room for a few seconds.

Manisha: Anyway, so good to see you. Let me know if you need anything here… and the HOD wants to meet you.

I left, had a meeting with the HOD, and went to the OPD to cure patients. The day flew by. And when I came back, Manisha was gone.

I went to my hostel room, thinking of all the pain and agony of breaking up. But every few minutes, all I could remember were her smiles and kisses that she showered on me. I could recall her touch. Even the fragrance of the lip gloss that I bought for her. She was the one for me, my soulmate. The mere thought of us making out made me rock hard. My body was in desperate need of her. I banged many girls from Tinder, and those were skillful and hot, but this was something exceptional.

“I NEED HER” my body, my urges screamed. She dumped me, and she is happy in her life now. I shut my dick up, pulled a bottle of single malt, and drank to sleep.

A few days went by. And a lot of time, we were working together, operating on patients. But her being close to me made me need her. And with need, I don’t mean I needed sex from any hot girl. I wanted to drop everything and just hug her so tight in my arms that I could feel her heartbeat on my chest. I could smell her fragrance of perfume and her sweat. I could rub her body and feel her skin. Feel her moles, squeeze her curves, dominate her body, mark it that now it’s mine, only mine.

But, burdened by duties and my ethics, I never did anything stupid.

Manisha was well aware of my body language, that I am not subtle, and could sense something was off within me. That night, I was working till late, around 10 pm. I had a meal at the hospital, and I was in my cabin, studying my book.

Manisha knocked and entered the cabin.

Manisha: Deep, are you okay? You were acting a little strange.

Me: Strange? Me? No.

Manisha: Come on, I’ve known you for so long. You don’t act like that normally.

Me: Things have changed a lot in so many years for you. I am rendered the same.

Manisha looked deep into my eyes and scanned me. She could see the love that I was trying to hide under the blanket of anger and disappointment. I said and looked down in my book.

Manisha: See… things change, people change… we make mistakes but enjoy what you have.

I closed my book in frustration and yelled, “What the fuck do you think I have? I don’t even have control over my thoughts. I became a doctor just for you. What do I do with it without you? You have a family, you have a kid, stay happy. I had you, only you, and still, I lost you without any mistake.”

Manisha: Shhhhhhhhh, what’s gone is gone.

She just kept her hand on my lips to stop me from getting into the haunting past, just like she used to do earlier.

Her touch made me shatter, my eyes went wet, and we were staring into each other’s eyes. We forgot everything, and my hands wrapped around her in my arms. I pulled her to me and planted my starving lips on hers, holding her in arms. I smooched like there was no tomorrow. For a few seconds, she was lost in the moment and kept kissing. Later, she realized where we were.

Manisha: Umm, please stop… umm, ruko. Leave.

The push brought me to my senses, and she smiled in embarrassment and left the cabin.

The smooch changed everything again. It reignited the passion between the two of us. She was married, I knew. But still, now falling for me. Maybe something was not right in her marriage. I never bothered; I was hungry for her and didn’t care about it or anything anymore.

A couple of days went by, and I tried to grab her, hug her, wherever I got the opportunity. But due to our busy schedule and work hours, it was not possible. One evening, before she was leaving, I told her that it was my day off the next day, and she could visit me at my room near the hospital. I deliberately pushed her duty roster to sync with my off and work hours. She smiled and said she would take a rest the next day after a long week. “Keep waiting, I won’t show up.”

I knew she would come. So, I asked my maid to come early, clean, and decorate the room. At exactly 2 pm, her usual duty time, my doorbell rang.

I opened the door and found my love, Manisha, in a black net saree and a tight-fit sleeveless blouse. Holy fuck! She was looking so hot! Her boobs were stretching the blouse from the sides, and the side look was killer. I almost stared at her for a few seconds before I could invite her in. She lied at home to her hubby about some celebration at the hospital to dress special.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her in. I asked her to sit, but she was looking all around my room. She found my desk with pictures of ours that were taken 12 years back.

Me: Have something… should I make coffee or cold drink?

Manisha shut me up with her finger on my lips and pushed me to make me sit on my bed. She held my face in her hands and kissed my forehead, eyes, cheeks, and then lips. As we kissed, our lips got locked, and a small peck turned into a passionate smooch. Manisha was also as hungry for me as I was for her. I was sitting, and she was standing and leaning to kiss my lips. I couldn’t control myself. I hugged her waist tight and squeezed her chubby tummy, and my hands landed on her ass cheeks like good old times. I took a deep breath and squeezed her ass cheeks tight.

She stopped kissing and stared deep into my eyes and gauged my lust. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and shoved her tongue in my mouth.

I was totally lost now and was back in time when we were couples. I could feel her body warmth, her soft skin, and the fragrance of her breath, that I always enjoyed and wanted. Manisha’s pallu slipped, and I pulled her over me. I was now lying on the bed, and she was over me, tightly closing her eyes and kissing me like a crazy-in-love teenage girl. My hands crawled up from her ass to her waist, grabbing it, and coming up on her milky boobs. I grabbed them over her red silky blouse and squeezed them gently. She opened her eyes while sucking my lips and smiled.

My hands were making her wet and crazy; her hair bun got loose, and her silky hairs were all over me. She unbuttoned my shirt and started kissing my neck and sniffing my manly odor.

I took this opportunity and unhooked her blouse from the back. I was getting so hot with her hot breath around my neck and chest. I grabbed her hair and pulled her up. After that, I started licking her cheeks, her neck, bit it multiple times, and sucked her chin that I always found very cute. I rolled and pinned her under me.

Manisha is the love of my life with a loose saree and blouse dangling in her arms, and her tight, firm boobs protruding out of her black bra. What a sex goddess she was looking like!

I grabbed her shoulders and started licking and kissing her on her neck, giving pecks on shoulders, and slipped her bra strap from her shoulder. Her boobs (36D) bounced out, and I grabbed one with my left hand and the other one in my mouth. I was rubbing it with my finger softly, and the other one I was sucking fiercely. I could feel her nipple getting even harder as I teased them with my tongue and fingers. My cold fingers on her warm body were doing magic inside her pussy.

Her face was shining pink; I was rolling my tongue over her areolas and slapping my tongue on her nipple.

Manisha: Uff… Deepak, you are driving me nuts.

Manisha: Ummm, loving it. Yes, keep doing it.

I switched her nipples and now sucked the other one. I pulled her hairs, and in excitement, she made an arc with her body and pushed her boobs upwards, asking me to drink them as much as I want.

The phone started to ring; it was a call from her phone.

Manisha: Call, it’s a call from my home. Let me answer.

Me: You are on duty, remember?

I said that and shut her up with my hand on her mouth. I stretched my hand down and then grabbed her saree down the waist and took it away.

Manisha was overwhelmed with so many emotions at this time – love, lust, desire, fear (from the home call).

I went down on her and kissed her under her boobs, which was very sensitive for her. She cupped her breast with her hands and gave me access so that I can lick it good. I licked down to her navel, kissed it, and under the navel, and sucked it. Her breathing was so fast and uncontrolled. I could tell she already had an orgasm now. I was holding her waist, which was chubby, and I was licking her tummy; I could taste her creamy body and sweat that I loved so much.

I loosened her skirt (petticoat) under her saree and pulled it down. Her black-colored panty was all wet. I kissed over it, softly, and near the elastic, I rolled my tongue there. Manisha was getting horny and uncomfortable. She was pushing my head down to make me lick her. I had never licked a pussy before. I went down between her legs, and she spread them wide to accommodate my face. I first kissed her panty where I found a wet spot.

Manisha: Uffffff…

A long sigh slipped out of her lips. I then poked my tongue a little and moved it up and down on her pussy over the silky black panty. The panty was all wet with her juices and my saliva; I could feel her clit with my tongue. My stubble was rubbing her milky-soft thighs.

Manisha: Ahhhhhh.

She moaned and pulled my hair. She wanted me to go deeper. I grabbed her ass and started fucking her pussy with my tongue. I kept flicking it on her clit and pulling her cunt lips with my lips. She was on the verge. So, she grabbed my face with her thick thighs and came on my lips. I looked at her. She was lying in bed, breathing heavily, as if she was longing for my tongue for long.

Manisha: Baby, come na? I want more of you.

I came over her, but she asked me to lay on the bed. She unbuttoned my shirt and started to kiss my chest; she knew I loved it, and it made me horny. She was teasing me now with her lips on my nipples and her tongue licking me good.

She was in her panty only. I also took off my lower garments. While kissing my chest, she slipped her hand into my boxers and touched my cock, which was very hard. She grabbed it with her warm hand and squeezed it.

Me: Take it out.

Manisha: Not so easy, baby.

And she continued to tease me by pulling its foreskin and rubbing her thumb on its head, all inside my boxer. I was enjoying her hot expression, and they were burning hot desires inside me. She pulled her hand out and, in a very sexy style, sucked the precum off her thumb. She then pushed me on the bed, and she came over me.

Manisha: Show me how badly you want me.

And she kept her knees around my face and sat with her pussy 1 inch away from my lips. She was staring at me. I just held her thighs and started licking her. This position was giving me more access to lick her deep.

Manisha: Ahhh, yes… like that.

She slid her panty sideways and started rubbing her wet pussy all over my face. With her bottom 38 and in a squatting position, her ass was thick and wide. She appeared as a slutty Indian goddess. I felt that now it was not I licking her anymore; she was just fulfilling her fetish of dominating me. Anyway, I was so desperate for her; I liked every bit of what we did.

She was grabbing her hair, trying to make a bun, and vigorously rubbing her pussy on my face. She was rubbing her fingers on the clit too. In a minute or so, she came heavily on my face.

Manisha: Ahh, baby, taste…

She wasn’t able to finish her sentence and came heavily on my face. I tried to lick as much as I could.

Me: Baby, I couldn’t get enough of you…

I asked her to turn, and she got into a doggy position. Her busty boobs were dangling, and she was rubbing her clit with her hand. I couldn’t control my cock in the boxers anymore. I threw it away. So now, we both were naked; only her bra was there, pulled down to her tummy. And yes, her mangalsutra was dangling on her naked body.

I came behind her and placed my face right between her ass cheeks. OMG! I thought to myself, “This is the ass I always dreamt of.” When she would walk in hospital pajamas, her ass would swing, and every guy would love the sight. And today, she was right in front of me, offering me to enjoy it.

I also came into a doggy position and bent down to lick right from her pussy to her asshole. Then, I grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide and started to lick them up and down.

Manisha: Ohhh… ummmm… baby… uffff…

She was never touched or licked there before. I made my tongue pointy and tried to dig deep into her asshole and rolled my tongue in circles.

She was exhausted; she crashed on the bed while resting her face on the bed, which elevated her ass upwards. Then, she grabbed her ass and spread it for me. I was licking and fingering her holes.

Don’t know what crossed her mind; she took her phone and started filming this act. She loved me working with my tongue on her asshole. Although my face wasn’t visible, as I was digging it deep in her ass to please my princess.

My cock was already so hard and felt like it was going to break. So, I stopped and rubbed it on her pussy. But as soon as I did it, Manisha jumped and pushed me back.

Manisha: Nooooooooo, not so easily!!!

She almost screamed. She came over me and started to rub her body over mine. I was so horny and so frustrated; I just wanted to fuck her then and there.

Me: Manisha, let me put it in; I am so…

Manisha: Shhhhhhhhh…

She shut me up again with her lips on mine and started to smooch me. She was rubbing my cock between her thighs, gently stroking it, and making me crazy. She then grabbed my cock and started to stroke it with her soft, warm hands. My cock was rock-hard (7 inches in length and 2.5 inches in girth). My precum was shining on the red, blood-gushed head. She was looking into my eyes and kissing, biting my chest while stroking my cock, as if she was asking, “Is this what you were longing for???”

She then went down and started kissing on my abs and gradually started licking my cock along the length. Then she kissed the head and licked the precum off it. Then she took the head in her mouth and started to stroke vigorously. With one hand, she was stroking, and with the other, she was cupping my balls.

Me: Uffffff… ahhhhhhhhhh… baby, I am about to cum.

Manisha kept stroking, and I came. Although I tried to stop, my precum shot and filled her mouth.

She smiled at me and swallowed it without me asking. She then came up to me and started to kiss my lips, and it turned into a sloppy smooch. She opened my mouth and spit in it, so I could taste her and some of my salty cum. I hugged her tightly and started kissing her. I pinned her to the bed, with her hands over her head.

I kissed and licked her lips and neck; I love the fragrance from her hair and sucked her tits. I kissed her tummy, navel, and then her thighs; licked and chewed them softly.

Manisha: Ahh… you are making me crazy, baby; keep doing it.

I kept on licking every inch of her body. From the thighs, I went down to her calves. I was sitting on the bed, while she was laying and staring at me, relishing her body. I kissed her feet, and she started to tease me by rubbing her feet on my cheeks and lips. My cock was still hard and wanting her. Her teasing me made me hornier. And she pushed her toe into my mouth. She liked roughing me up as much as I loved that. I was licking her toes like a devoted slave, while she was playing with her boobs, fondling them, and teasing me.

I then grabbed her by her thighs and pulled her close to me and rubbed my hard cock on her wet pussy.

Manisha: Uff… you are still so hard; it might be a little…

Before she could finish, I just shoved my cock into her. I couldn’t control it, nor was I bothered by her chit-chat; I wanted to tear her pussy apart now.

Manisha: Ouchh… ouchhh… ahhh.

I was pumping my rod into her pussy, which was so hot and juicy; I wonder if she was ever aroused like this before or not, as she was moaning like a college girl.

I took her into a missionary position and grabbed her hands and dug her pussy deep.

Manisha: Ahhhhhhh… Yugal, you are killing me. (Yugal is her husband)

I grabbed her panty and shoved it into her mouth. I hated his name coming out of her mouth. I shut her mouth with one hand and kept pounding her pussy. My balls slapped her asshole as I fucked her hard. Her face was glowing red as I pumped her mercilessly. The girl who dumped me, teased me, played me, was now craving my cock like a little whore.

I was stroking the whole length in and out of her tight, wet pussy.

Me: Ahhh… you like it? You like it rough, my bitch??

She was nodding and biting her lips.

I pulled out my cock, and it was all wet with her juices and my precum. I pushed it in with a single thrust, all into my balls.

Manisha: Ahhhhhh… go slow.

I relaxed her hands and grabbed her boobs and fondled them so that she could recover a bit. I kept fucking her at a slower speed, while pinching her erect nipples. As I would pinch, she would shut her eyes tightly due to pain and excitement. But then, I would pump her with a strong blow that she wasn’t ready for. And she looked at me in surprise, asking for mercy.

I then took my cock out and rubbed it clean on her breast and her mangalsutra. Yugal, my ass!

I then pushed her towards the wall and made her my doggy. She was totally exhausted and tired; I only got hotter. I pushed her towards the wall, and she hugged a pillow. Her ass was up and inviting me; I slapped her ass cheeks.

SPANKKKKKKKK!!! SPANKKKKKKK!!!

Manisha: Ouchhh… be gentle! You animal or what?

Next, I slapped her pussy.

Manisha: Ouchhhhhhhhh, fuck you!!!

I rubbed my cock on her pussy in doggy style, but it was slipping. So, I cleaned her juices up with her bra and then shoved my dry cock into her tight hole.

Manisha: Ahhh… baby, you are killing me!

I didn’t bother and grabbed her ass cheeks and started pulling her up towards me to dig deeper into her pussy.

Manisha: Aaaaaaa… ooooooo…

I grabbed her silky brown hair and made her a proper pony and started riding her.

After a few screams and moans, she also timed her rhythm with me and started slapping her ass on my rod.

“Pattt, patttttt, ahhh, ahhhhh.”

Her hungry moans were making me hard, and I was fucking her harder and harder. My balls were slapping her clits every time I pumped her.

“Ahhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhhh.”

I was fucking her faster as I was about to cum.

Me: I am cumming; I am cumming!!!

Manisha: Pull out.

I pulled out and tried to cum in her mouth, but I was on the edge, and I couldn’t control. I jizzed all over her face and boobs.

We both crashed in bed and hugged each other. We both were still not enough for each other. We kept sucking and kissing each other’s lips and fondling.

Manisha looked into my eyes and said, “You’re an animal,” and slapped my cheeks and hid my face in her boobs. I grabbed her waist in my arms and slept.

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