Desi Sex Stories Hi. Aakash Singh here. I am a 27 year-old MBA in Finance, working for a taxation and auditing company. This is the story of my sexual experience with a Mallu woman in Coimbatore while I was working there.
This story starts in June 2025. I was working in Mumbai when I got news from my department that I had to go to Coimbatore for a company with manipulated and fraudulent books. It was a very old and prestigious textile machinery company that had some serious issues with financial records. My company sent me to Coimbatore for 6 months.
I got there and visited the company. They gave me good quarters to live in. I started digging into the company’s financial records and set up a meeting with them. There, I saw her. Oh, I cannot explain how naturally good looking she was. I saw her in the meeting, sitting far behind. She was working in financial operations.
Her name was Shenaz. She was from Kozhikode, working in Coimbatore, aged forty or forty-one, average height, with big natural breasts and a busty ass, and light dusky skin tone. Her figure was the busty type, fat where it was needed. The best busty figure I ever saw, with a beautiful face, sharp eyes and mascara, with a black hijab. Oh wow… one of the most beautiful women I ever saw.
As I started working with them, I contacted her and asked her to give me all the company financial records. She helped a lot. As I worked with them, I saw mistakes, talked with seniors, and tried to get the records back on track.
One and a half months passed. While working with them, I used to work with the finance team. They welcomed me and helped me a lot. As days passed, my bond with her was getting stronger day by day. We used to work like colleagues, having lunch together, getting coffee breaks, and all.
Then I asked her, “Do you know any mess or restaurant with Mumbai type of food?” because I was not comfortable with South Indian food.
She said, “No worries, I will bring food for you which you like.” She knows Malayalam, Tamil, and English. I do not know their regional language, so we used to talk in English only. She helped me a lot.
Another two and a half months passed. Our bonding got even stronger. I was liking her. I did not know if she was interested in me. As per my perception, we started talking about each other’s families. I told her about my family. She said she has a husband and two children.
One child was in Chennai and another was with them. Her husband was working in SDRF in Kerala. He used to come and go because her Kerala home was near the Tamil Nadu and Kerala border. Her husband used to come twice a month for four to five days.
She was primarily living with her son in Coimbatore. Her son was in eighth grade. Then I knew it was a very good chance to get close with her.
We started to share contact numbers and chat about work. But somehow, this chat became personal. In the office, we talked a lot. At home we used to chat a lot with each other. I think she was interested in me and I was with her too. Our chat started to get long at night also, till one or two AM.
Three and a half months passed. We were in a good relation. One weekend, she called me and said, “Come to my home. Do not cook food. Have lunch here.”
I went. It was Saturday. I saw her home. It was a very big bungalow type home. She showed me around her home. It was nice and big with multiple rooms. She introduced her son to me. He was nice and studious, kind of a ranker in school.
We met, greeted, and had a good time. She served me food. I had food with joy. She was sitting near me. I had kind of an explosion in my body. Somehow I controlled it. Then we spent a little time with chit chat.
She asked, “How is your life going on? When will you get married? Do you have a girlfriend?”
I said, “Till now, I have no idea about marriage and I am single.”
Time passed like that. I left home and went to my quarters, just thinking about her all night and chit chatting on the phone with her. After some time, I slept.
It was Sunday morning. I woke up and sent her a “good morning” message first. As the morning passed, she called and said, “Come to home and have lunch. Do not cook for yourself alone.”
As I was so interested to get her, I went to her home as fast as I could. Her son was not at home. She said he went for football and to play PlayStation with friends. As we sat next to each other on her sofa, we looked at each other. She came close to me to sit.
As she came near me, I got some indication that it was a good time for me to put the next step forward. I came close to her. I still remember how she was looking. She was wearing a light pink fitting kurta, tight leggings, with the same black hijab. Oh, what a beautiful, gorgeous woman she was.
After that we started to look at each other with a different kind of glow in each other’s eyes and smiles on our faces. Then I collected some courage and told her, “Shenaz, you are looking too beautiful.”
After saying that, my heart started to pound heavily. She smiled and said, “Thank you. Even you look handsome.”
My heart beat started to race. My adrenaline shot up sky high. I said, “I love you.”
She gave me a mysterious smile and said, “I like you too.”
Then she said, “I have some kind of attraction to you, but I am married and have children. I have a good life going on. We can have some time together, but we will stick to life again.”
I said, “Okay, I understand you. Thank you for clearing this up.”
She came close to me and I too got close to her, and we hugged each other. Oh God… what a hot body she was having. Her breasts were touching my chest. Then we started to rub our hands on each other’s backs while hugging, started to kiss each other’s necks, loving each other too passionately.
Then she said, “Let’s go to the bedroom on the first floor.”
As she stood and started to climb stairs, her ass was jiggling. Oh, what a nice ass she has. We went to the room. It was a light rainy day. Rain was drizzling. We locked the room and started our romance.
Kissing each other madly, licking each other’s tongues while pressing her big busty breasts and ass. I removed her kurta. Oh God… what breasts. Perfect big size titties popping from her bra to get free. Removing her tight leggings, I uncovered her big busty soft ass. Wow. Then she removed my t-shirt and started to suck my chest. Oh, her hot lips.
Then she removed my jeans and touched my cock. My cock was dying to come out. I opened her bra and removed her panty. What a great creation of nature. I jumped on her and sucked her breasts like a child while grabbing her big ass and spanking her. We kissed a lot. Then I removed my underwear. She saw my big uncut black cock with foreskin hanging in front. She grabbed it and started to play with it, touching my foreskin, playing with it.
Then I put her down on her knees and she started to smell my cock and put my cock on her face, stroking it. Then I grabbed her head and pulled my foreskin back. My big fat dick head popped up. She played with it and I put my cock in her mouth. Oh shit… I was in heaven. Her warm mouth. Rain drizzling outside. What an amazing feeling.
She started to suck my cock like a hungry whore, taking the full big cock in her mouth. Cock hungry whore. I think she sucked a cock after a long time. While wearing her hijab, I told her to not remove it. She was sucking like she was sucking my soul out of me. Oh damn. I was pushing my cock deeper and deeper in her mouth.
After some time, I spread her legs and started to lick her warm juicy pussy. Oh shit… it was damn tasty; I licked her ass and asshole too. After that, she told me we can have sex without a condom as she had an operation after her second child. She was free from pregnancy.
Then I put my big black uncut cock in her wet juicy hot pussy and started to stroke. She was moaning like crazy. I increased my thrust and started to pound her as hard as I could, giving long and strong strokes. She was behaving like a fish which came out of water and was struggling to breathe.
I pounded her mercilessly while grabbing her big melons and spanking her melons hard. Then I flipped her and started doggy style, grabbing her hips and giving her backshots, spanking her ass hard. She squirted and then I increased my speed like a fucking machine. We both were sweating.
Then I came in her pussy. Oh yes… my hot sperm was in her pussy. Oh God… I was exhausted like hell. We slept and then took a bath and talked a lot, and I went home before her son came.
After that session, our sex was an everyday game. After office, we used to have sex in the quarters even more brutally because there was no one there except me and her. Every position, every foreplay – we tried everything.
On weekends while her son was out, we used to have three to four sessions in a day. She liked to play with my cock. Her hand used to be inside of my underwear every time, even for long hours. Even my hand was on her breast and in her ass.
We used to be fully nude without clothes full day, just having lustful hardcore sex: BDSM, ass rimming, deepthroated, hardcore anal sex, ball sucking, breast pinching, ass licking. Even when her husband was back home, she used to give me a blowjob every day after office. Every time she swallowed my cum.
One day, we had a holiday. We went on a car ride. It was raining heavily. We went to the mountains. I parked the car, lowered my seat, unzipped my pants, took out my cock, and she gave me a blowjob. I was so horny at that moment. I literally fucked her mouth like a pussy, putting my thick cock and balls both in her mouth and gagged her.
It was a non-stop blowjob – no stop, just suck my dick. I came four times non stop, a two hour blowjob with five minute breaks. Her mouth was swollen. I could not stop after cumming. She was that beautiful.
We had at least one sex session in a day and two to three blowjobs in a day for the rest of three months. Her Mallu light dusky body was serving my cock. She played and enjoyed my cock too. She has a lot of photos of my cock inside her mouth and licking my balls. That was my Mallu busty woman story.
My tenure completed, records back on track. I left Coimbatore back to Mumbai, still in touch. One trip every two months for loving my queen.
Thank you.