My name’s Aman, a 25-year-old gym trainer from Chandigarh, built like a bull—broad chest, thick arms, and a cock that’s 8 inches of pure power. My girlfriend, Priya, is 23, a sizzling Punjabi kudi—long black hair, golden skin, big round breasts that bounce in her tops, a juicy ass that begs to be slapped, and lips made for sucking. We’d been dating six months—hot makeouts, sneaky gropes—but she was shy about going all the way. That changed on April 19, 2025, when I turned her into my kutiya, fucked her senseless, and made her worship my cock in a night of Indian hardcore sex.
It was a Friday evening, humid and restless. Priya came over to my flat—parents out, house empty. She wore a tight red crop top, her big breasts spilling out, and denim shorts hugging her ass, her thighs begging to be spread. “Aman, let’s watch a movie,” she said, plopping on my couch, innocent but teasing, her nipples poking through. My cock stiffened—I’d had enough of her games. “No movie tonight, Priya,” I grinned, locking the door, “I’m making you my kutiya and fucking you hard.” Her eyes widened, cheeks flushing, but her pussy betrayed her, dampening her shorts.
I grabbed her wrists, pinning her to the couch, kissing her—rough, dominant, my tongue owning her mouth. She moaned, “Ohh, Aman,” kissing back, her shy façade cracking. My hands ripped her top up—big breasts bounced free, no bra, nipples dark and stiff. “Fuck, Priya, these tits are mine,” I growled, sucking one hard, biting it, while my hand squeezed the other—firm, possessive. “Ahh, Aman, suck my breasts!” she cried, arching, her Punjabi body surrendering. I yanked her shorts off—panties soaked, her pussy shaved and dripping, her juicy ass trembling.
“Get on your knees, kutiya,” I ordered, Indian-style command in my voice, stripping my shirt and jeans. My cock sprang out—thick, veiny, pulsing for her. “Shit, Aman, your cock’s huge!” she gasped, kneeling, her girlfriend innocence fading. “Suck it, Priya, be my bitch,” I growled, grabbing her hair. She obeyed—lips wrapping my cock, sucking slow then deep, her tongue swirling, gagging as I thrust into her mouth. “Fuck, kutiya, take it all!” I groaned, fucking her face, her drool dripping, her big breasts swaying below.
I pulled her up— “Time to fuck you like a dog, bitch.” I bent her over the couch, doggy-style—her juicy ass up, pussy glistening, a kutiya ready for her man. “Spank me, Aman!” she begged, bold now. I slapped her ass—hard, red welts blooming, Indian dominance in every strike. “Fuck my pussy, please!” she moaned, wiggling her hips. I rubbed my cock against her pussy lips—teasing, then slammed in, filling her tight hole. “Ahh, fuck, it’s too big!” she screamed, her walls stretching, gripping me. I fucked her—hard, fast, the couch shaking, her big breasts swinging. “Take it, kutiya, you’re my slut now!” I grunted, pounding her, her ass slapping my thighs.
“More, Aman, fuck me harder!” she cried, her Punjabi fire unleashed. I flipped her—on the floor, legs spread, missionary rough-style. My cock plunged into her pussy—deep, brutal, her breasts bouncing wildly. “You’re my bitch, Priya,” I growled, sucking her nipples, biting them. “Yes, Aman, fuck your kutiya’s pussy!” she screamed, nails clawing my back. I switched—doggy again, then pulled out, spitting on her asshole. “Your ass is next, slut,” I said, shoving my cock in—tight, resisting, then yielding. “Fuck, Aman, my ass hurts!” she yelled, pain turning to pleasure as I fucked her raw— “Ahh, rip my ass, make me yours!”
The flat turned into a fuck zone—hours of hardcore Indian sex. Kitchen—her bent over the counter, shorts around her ankles, pussy pounded; bedroom—me on my back, her riding my cock, big breasts in my face, ass bouncing— “Fuck me, Aman, don’t stop!” she screamed; bathroom—shower sex, her sucking my cock under water, then ass fucked against tiles. I made her my kutiya everywhere—couch, floor, wall—her moans echoing, “Ohh, Aman, I’m your bitch!”
She came—shaking, pussy squirting— “Fuck, Aman, I’m cumming!”—I fucked her through it, relentless, then growled, “Where’s my cum, kutiya?” “My pussy, my ass, my tits!” she gasped. I erupted—cum flooding her pussy, then her ass cheeks, finally spraying her big breasts, making her suck my cock clean after. We collapsed, sweaty, her body marked, my bitch forever.
Next day, she woke me—naked, sucking my cock again, “Your kutiya’s ready, Aman.” We fuck daily now—her pussy, her ass, her mouth—my Indian girlfriend turned hardcore slut. “You own me,” she whispers after every fuck. “Damn right, Priya,” I reply, my kutiya sealed.