Love child with my childhood bestie in Hyderabad
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I’m a pilot based out of Hyderabad, and this is my next story here. I’ve recently started flying as a first officer for a commercial airline. I hold multiple licenses. So my airline ensures I fly different planes to keep them active (You have to fly certain minimum hours every calendar year to keep your license valid.) This makes me travel to all parts of India throughout the year. One such route was Hyderabad to Bhubaneswar, and that’s when it all started. It was a morning flight, and we were parked at a remote gate. The moment I reached the plane, I was greeted by the staff. Everything was happening perfectly, and we were about to start boarding. I looked at the passenger manifesto (list of passengers). One name caught my eye, Priyanka Mohanty (name changed). That was the name of my best friend when I was young. She was seated in 11A. I don’t know why. I asked the crew to shift her to a better seat, and they obliged after Captain gave a thumbs up. Well, throughout the flight, I kept thinking about Priyanka. We were two inseparable beings. Always together, always playing. We sat together and ate together. We lost touch after her dad got transferred, and she left for some other place. Quickly after landing, when the deboarding was about to begin, I opened the cockpit door to turn around and see. Then I saw her. It was her, at least it looked like her). I was shocked. I didn’t know how to react. I walked to her and said hello. She looked at me and said, “Hi, sir .” Her nickname was Pinky, and I remembered it. I said, “Pinky, is that you?” She paused for a moment, looked at me closely and smiled the biggest I’ve ever seen. She instantly hugged me in front of the whole plane and chatted. It was the best reunion of my life. We moved to the side to let the deboarding happen. I asked her how she was. She married 2 years ago and came to Hyderabad for office work. She’s working from home and stays in Bhubaneswar with her husband. And we exchanged numbers. Little did I know we’d end up naked in each other’s arms soon. Her husband came to pick her up, and I met him in the gallery. Both of them were genuinely happy to see me. She’s told him about me and our childhood memories. I had a return flight that evening to CCU and was going to fly from CCU to KUL for a few legs. So I never really called Priyanka. 2 weeks later, she called me while I was driving back from the gym in Hyderabad. She called me to tell me she was coming to Hyderabad. Her office wanted her to be present for one month. She told me to look for any PG accommodations for one month. I asked her to stay at my place if she had no issues. It was a big house, and she’d have a room for herself. However, Priyanka hesitated for a second and asked me to keep looking for PGs. An hour later, she texted saying she was ok staying at my place if it wasn’t an issue for me. I didn’t even think of it as an issue. I never had eyes for Priyanka. I was too young when we were friends, and now it was too long after we reunited. Priyanka came in on a Thursday morning flight. I arranged a pick-up for her from the airport and ensured she had a good flight. She reached home when I was at the gym. The watchman helped her out as instructed. I came that night, and we both went out for dinner. That’s when I saw Priyanka properly. She was a dusky, thick woman with boobs that were at least C cup. She had a beautiful ass, and her thighs were thick. She was curvy in the right places. I saw she had a mole right above her tits which made me go bonkers. During dinner, we discussed different things, life, family career. We wished we had kept in touch but grew up with less technology than now. After a nice dinner, I drove her around Hyderabad. We went home with a bottle of wine and some chips. We sat on the balcony sipping wine, and that’s when she started opening up. She told about how she has been in an unhappy marriage. Her in-laws were troubling her for a child, and she could not conceive. This started affecting her relationship with her husband. He thinks something’s wrong with her body. I kept assuring her it was not her fault and comforted her. She leaned over and hugged me sideways as we’d hug in our old days. I don’t know if it was wine or something else, but we kissed there. A slow peck, kind of kiss. And then I looked at her. I didn’t say a word, and neither did she. We ended up involuntarily making out as if there was no tomorrow. She was wild. I knew she hadn’t fucked in long. And I have a thing for thick women. We were eating each other up on the balcony, and I didn’t want to stop. We both got up and ran inside my room. We didn’t bother about anything that second. She wanted to fuck, and I wanted to fuck her. She unbuckled my belt and unzipped me. She pulled out my dick and started stroking it. I didn’t stop kissing her. My hands were over her tits, squeezing them. I slid my hands down to remove her jeans. She didn’t utter a word other than the moans. I pulled her jeans down. Her panties were soaking wet. I pulled it down to see a beautiful pussy. I laid back on the bed, opened her legs and pulled me closer. She placed my dick right in front of her pussy and looked me in the eyes. That’s when she said, “Fuck me.” The way she said it, I knew she was desperate. I love teasing women, but in that instance, I just wanted her to have a good time. I didn’t care about foreplay. I didn’t even pull her tits out. I started fucking her. She was warm, perfectly wet, and so fucking tight. She moaned so hard the moment I entered. With every stroke, her body grooved like she was dancing. She kept pulling me closer when she took off my shirt. I pulled out my jeans while I stayed in her. I was raw dogging my old best friend. I can’t get kinkier than this. I pulled her tits out and squeezed them up. She didn’t want me to stop. She kept saying, “Harder, fuck harder.” I increased my pace to the fastest I could. I’ve never started fucking someone so quickly as soon as I entered. But I was going to do whatever this lady said. Around 5 minutes of missionary later, I wanted to switch positions. But Priyanka didn’t even want to stop for a second. She kept saying, “Don’t stop, go on, hard hard hard.” I continued as a missionary.  Almost 10 minutes later, I knew I was going to cum. Priyanka already came once and was nowhere near another orgasm. My pace went beyond control, and I told her I would cum. We were raw, so I asked her, “Where do you want me to cum?” And she was like, “Shh, ah, inside, no problem. Cum in me now.” The moment she said cum in me, I fucking lost. I started humping her so fucking fast, and her moans went on to get louder. The bed was creaking out, and then I came. I had such a great orgasm. I pumped all of my cum deep inside her. She hugged me tight and didn’t let me move. We stayed that way for a few minutes, and then she cleaned herself. She returned to the bed, hugged me, and slept as if nothing had happened. Two hours later, I woke up to feel a hand over my dick, only to see Priyanka stroking it again. Babe girl wanted another round. The next 3 days ended with us fucking every day and me pumping my seed inside her. I fucked her many times and was always missionary with no foreplay. I asked her if she’ll take a pill, and she smiled and said, “I’ll handle it.” A month later, she called me to say that she was pregnant and her husband was the father. But I strongly feel it’s our love child, and the trip was just her plan to milk my cock for a pregnancy.