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Adultery Stranger At The Wedding Reception
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“Sneha,” Rakesh waves, inviting me to them. I watch the handsome stranger. With every step, my heart was beating faster and faster. I was inching closer to this dangerous addiction, Rocky. Rocky stood with calm confidence.
I literally bit my lower lips between my teeth in anxiety and excitement. Rocky was too collected. He welcomed with a wide smile and a sturdy handshake, “Hello, madam.” How can he do this? His strong hand firmly holds me. His deep stare creates turbulence inside my body.
His touch excited me with goosebumps. I was nearly senseless with anxiety. My cheek widened to an awkward smile. He boldly leaves a comment, ignoring the presence of my husband, “You look very beautiful, madam.” He winks at me, a lightning-quick wink that neither my husband nor the broker caught.
My heart stops for a moment as I detach my hand from the stranger’s clasp and quickly watch my husband. My expression was like a college girl, and my just shaved pussy was wet. Fuck! Rocky, What magic do you do?
I was too focused on watching every word spoken by this stranger. My heart was begging for his lips to be all over my body. I was unable to read his intentions. I tried to hold a serious face, but I couldn’t. Every time I watch his lips, my lips tend to widen into a blush or smile.
Even though the conversation was around 15 minutes, I felt it ended fast in a glimpse of an eye. “OK, there are some more properties we will intimate you,” was the last statement from Rocky. We bid bye. My eyes were locked infinitely with the stranger and my feet refused again to step away.
Like a magnet, there was some force dragging me to him. I forcefully turned away and walked slowly all the way, controlling the urge to turn my gaze to watch him. My hunger awoken this morning reached its peak. My mind suddenly went into fantasy.
The stranger’s lips and tongue are inside my mouth, kissing me wildly at a corner of one of the under-construction flats. Fuck I am going crazy for him. His strong arms are lifting me like a toy. His fit torso.
My thoughts ran unguarded, thinking about the ways his thick cock would be piercing my pussy. His lips hungrily, savaging every inch of my body. I was leaking juices like never before, and my panty was drenched. Losing my self-control, I tilted my head to watch this hunter.
Damn, his eyes were transfixed, and he caught my eyes. I felt delighted that he had not lost interest in me, and he, too, wanted me. I want him. I need him. I want him to bang me as his pet. I turn again, and watching his eyes, I tell myself, “This shaved pussy is yours, handsome Stranger.”
I don’t know what to do. As we reach the car, I take my mobile and walk slightly away. Fuck! I am acting. What the hell am I doing? There was no call. I was acting as if talking to someone. I am doing all this like a keyed toy.
I return to my husband and shamelessly lie on his face, “Hey Raki, You go home. I got a call from the office. I have to go to the office.” He says, “No problem. Thanks for coming, honey. It’s my mistake. I will drop you at the office.”
Shit, Why the fuck he remains so loyal to me? I don’t feel a hint of guilt. I want the stranger’s lips all over my body. I convinced him, “His (the broker’s) vehicle is near our home, right? You carry on. I shared the location with the driver. He will pick me up.”
Rakesh, “It’s OK. Once the car arrives, I will leave.” I did not expect that Rakesh would wait. I wanted him gone. I suddenly go harsh, speaking in a louder tone, “Hey Raki, Why do you want him to wait? Don’t act. Please go. I am perfectly OK.”
Raki says OK and leaves. Once the car was out of my sight, I turned my gaze around to watch the stranger. He was standing with his eyes continuing to stay on me. I don’t want to watch his magnetically seductive eyes. I lower my head, watching the floor and walk to the base of the stairs.
At the base, I tremble when I lift my head to watch him. A momentary gaze exchanges lots of unspoken messages between us. I start climbing the concrete stairs. I have no idea, What the hell I was doing. After climbing one floor, I peep between the rails confirming that the stranger is indeed following me.
I was so desperate that if he hadn’t followed, I would have shamelessly asked him to follow. With each click of my heels, my mind chanted mistake, mistake mistake. But my heart, for once, wouldn’t listen. I entered the flat that the broker had shown earlier on the fourth floor.
I stood facing the empty void with my back to the main door. “Hey, beautiful” damn the same word. The same manly tone which he had in the function hall on our first meet. I need this. I turn to face him.
I lose my composure seeing him and mumble, “I am waiting for a car from my office. I thought to check out the flat until the car arrived.” He grinned, and I could make out that he knew very well that I was lying. We both knew why we were there, and we both needed each other.
“Come, follow me,” saying this, he walks. I follow him without asking any questions. I climbed the stairs, watching his nervy thigh and stiff back. We climbed to the seventh floor, which had two massive-sized flats. He stood near the door of one flat and showed his hand, ordering me to enter.
I stepped into the villa-styled flat with the stranger so close. My nipples were so hard that they poked out of my dress, craving for the stranger’s lips and tongue. He showed me around the flat. On reaching the spacious balcony, I occupied one corner and stood holding the rail. He stood at the other corner.
He asks, “How long have you been married?”
Me: Three years.
His next question was straight like an arrow, as if he knew me so well, “During this time, Have you ever had an extramarital affair?”
I should have kept a serious face, but I couldn’t as I smiled, answering, “That’s private. I should slap you for even asking.”
He smiles with his eyes right into me, taking a few steps closer, “So slap me. Then answer the question.”
He stood just a few feet away from me, watching my response. I swallowed. The longer he waited, the warmer the space between us grew. I licked my drying lips. I spoke, watching his lips, “No, I’ve never cheated on my husband.”
The sudden urge to see what he’d taste like to put his mouth on mine. He continues, “Ever been tempted.”
Me: No. I love him. I did not even fantasize about another man.
Hiding the fact that I have been endlessly fantasizing about him from the moment I saw him. My face warmed. I hadn’t misunderstood his intentions. He’d practically asked me to have an affair.
Me: Sorry to disappoint you. I am not that kind of person. I’m not going to sleep with you.
He: I don’t believe you. I’m not disappointed by your reply. I won’t sleep with you either. Not tonight.
I couldn’t voice my attraction to him. My eyes were showing it to him. He understood by the way he flicked his tongue over his bottom lips with a satisfied half smile that followed.
“Not any night?” I corrected his last statement. My voice faltered as my reply sounded more like a question. He inched closer. The railing dug into my back. He had me cornered. Trapped, I could not set myself free even if I wanted.
I couldn’t resist my infuriating urge with him this close to be in his arms if he commanded me.
He: After that night, I never wanted to see you again. Because I can’t control the temptation you leave behind.
Me: Why didn’t you follow me?
My voice was very romantic. Damn, What am I doing? The intensity between us grew thicker with every moment. Waiting for his response, my eyes lingered on his hard muscles too big for his shirt. My fingers curled into fists, and my cheeks burned. He was so goddamn beautiful.
I could keep my married status aside, run and leap into his arms cover his face with kisses. Press my willing self against his hard body. He spoke confidently, “Do you realize you are flirting with me just as you flirted at the wedding with only eyes? But today, with words.”
I blinked, forcing myself out of the fantasy. I closed my eyes and heaved a deep sigh, Get it under control. He continued, “After the insult at our last meeting. You got to ask for it?”
My throat dried I swallowed. (I want you. At this moment, I will not just ask. I am ready to beg). I controlled speaking these words aloud.
“Sneha, I am growing tired of pretending. I want to eat you. I want to cherish every bit of you. I want to fuck you. Fuck you here and now. You are so tempting.” His words enchanted my body. I found my phone dinging and read a text from my husband, “Did you reach the office?”
I ignored the text. I didn’t want Rocky to know about the text, but my phone started ringing. I silenced my husband’s call and tucked it inside my bag.
I ask again, “Why did you not follow me?”
He replied, “I would have followed you since I wanted you madly on the wedding night, but I didn’t.”
Me: Yeah, I remember the way you ogled all over my body.
He: I moved out on your repeated telling that you were married. I backed out since I felt sad about not creating the same lust as was in me. I want something I find a way to get it. You belong to someone else.
A deep breath filled my nostrils with the smell of perfume from Rocky. His stare followed me as I moved. “No more waiting, Beautiful.” In one slow, measured movement, he wrapped his strong arm around my waist and pulled me to him.
His other hand rose and raked through my hair, tilting my mouth upward. My eyes fluttered shut as his lips met mine, and everything else fell away. Warmth pulsed through me as he tested the new territory with a purposeful and tender kiss.
My mouth parted, and he answered by opening it farther with his lips. An ache blossomed between my legs. My head swam with the hot breath and heady taste of another man after so many years. He cupped my face and backed me against the wall as the kiss became wilder and needier.
His hands moved down my neck and over my collarbone. They covered my shoulders, pressing me into the wall. That throbbing between my thighs grew eager for relief. I took his cheeks in my hands, his skin smooth over the sharp jaw and moaned on his tongue.
He suddenly stepped away, breaking the kiss. He started to walk away. It intoxicated me that he could read my thoughts, fears, and desires. I didn’t want to be so vulnerable to anyone, not even to my husband.
As he walked away, I desperately and beggingly shouted, “Hey stranger, I want you. I want to be kissed. I want to be eaten. I want to be banged. These are your lips. I want you inside me. Please don’t go. Sorry about the wedding day.”
I literally bit my lower lips between my teeth in anxiety and excitement. Rocky was too collected. He welcomed with a wide smile and a sturdy handshake, “Hello, madam.” How can he do this? His strong hand firmly holds me. His deep stare creates turbulence inside my body.
His touch excited me with goosebumps. I was nearly senseless with anxiety. My cheek widened to an awkward smile. He boldly leaves a comment, ignoring the presence of my husband, “You look very beautiful, madam.” He winks at me, a lightning-quick wink that neither my husband nor the broker caught.
My heart stops for a moment as I detach my hand from the stranger’s clasp and quickly watch my husband. My expression was like a college girl, and my just shaved pussy was wet. Fuck! Rocky, What magic do you do?
I was too focused on watching every word spoken by this stranger. My heart was begging for his lips to be all over my body. I was unable to read his intentions. I tried to hold a serious face, but I couldn’t. Every time I watch his lips, my lips tend to widen into a blush or smile.
Even though the conversation was around 15 minutes, I felt it ended fast in a glimpse of an eye. “OK, there are some more properties we will intimate you,” was the last statement from Rocky. We bid bye. My eyes were locked infinitely with the stranger and my feet refused again to step away.
Like a magnet, there was some force dragging me to him. I forcefully turned away and walked slowly all the way, controlling the urge to turn my gaze to watch him. My hunger awoken this morning reached its peak. My mind suddenly went into fantasy.
The stranger’s lips and tongue are inside my mouth, kissing me wildly at a corner of one of the under-construction flats. Fuck I am going crazy for him. His strong arms are lifting me like a toy. His fit torso.
My thoughts ran unguarded, thinking about the ways his thick cock would be piercing my pussy. His lips hungrily, savaging every inch of my body. I was leaking juices like never before, and my panty was drenched. Losing my self-control, I tilted my head to watch this hunter.
Damn, his eyes were transfixed, and he caught my eyes. I felt delighted that he had not lost interest in me, and he, too, wanted me. I want him. I need him. I want him to bang me as his pet. I turn again, and watching his eyes, I tell myself, “This shaved pussy is yours, handsome Stranger.”
I don’t know what to do. As we reach the car, I take my mobile and walk slightly away. Fuck! I am acting. What the hell am I doing? There was no call. I was acting as if talking to someone. I am doing all this like a keyed toy.
I return to my husband and shamelessly lie on his face, “Hey Raki, You go home. I got a call from the office. I have to go to the office.” He says, “No problem. Thanks for coming, honey. It’s my mistake. I will drop you at the office.”
Shit, Why the fuck he remains so loyal to me? I don’t feel a hint of guilt. I want the stranger’s lips all over my body. I convinced him, “His (the broker’s) vehicle is near our home, right? You carry on. I shared the location with the driver. He will pick me up.”
Rakesh, “It’s OK. Once the car arrives, I will leave.” I did not expect that Rakesh would wait. I wanted him gone. I suddenly go harsh, speaking in a louder tone, “Hey Raki, Why do you want him to wait? Don’t act. Please go. I am perfectly OK.”
Raki says OK and leaves. Once the car was out of my sight, I turned my gaze around to watch the stranger. He was standing with his eyes continuing to stay on me. I don’t want to watch his magnetically seductive eyes. I lower my head, watching the floor and walk to the base of the stairs.
At the base, I tremble when I lift my head to watch him. A momentary gaze exchanges lots of unspoken messages between us. I start climbing the concrete stairs. I have no idea, What the hell I was doing. After climbing one floor, I peep between the rails confirming that the stranger is indeed following me.
I was so desperate that if he hadn’t followed, I would have shamelessly asked him to follow. With each click of my heels, my mind chanted mistake, mistake mistake. But my heart, for once, wouldn’t listen. I entered the flat that the broker had shown earlier on the fourth floor.
I stood facing the empty void with my back to the main door. “Hey, beautiful” damn the same word. The same manly tone which he had in the function hall on our first meet. I need this. I turn to face him.
I lose my composure seeing him and mumble, “I am waiting for a car from my office. I thought to check out the flat until the car arrived.” He grinned, and I could make out that he knew very well that I was lying. We both knew why we were there, and we both needed each other.
“Come, follow me,” saying this, he walks. I follow him without asking any questions. I climbed the stairs, watching his nervy thigh and stiff back. We climbed to the seventh floor, which had two massive-sized flats. He stood near the door of one flat and showed his hand, ordering me to enter.
I stepped into the villa-styled flat with the stranger so close. My nipples were so hard that they poked out of my dress, craving for the stranger’s lips and tongue. He showed me around the flat. On reaching the spacious balcony, I occupied one corner and stood holding the rail. He stood at the other corner.
He asks, “How long have you been married?”
Me: Three years.
His next question was straight like an arrow, as if he knew me so well, “During this time, Have you ever had an extramarital affair?”
I should have kept a serious face, but I couldn’t as I smiled, answering, “That’s private. I should slap you for even asking.”
He smiles with his eyes right into me, taking a few steps closer, “So slap me. Then answer the question.”
He stood just a few feet away from me, watching my response. I swallowed. The longer he waited, the warmer the space between us grew. I licked my drying lips. I spoke, watching his lips, “No, I’ve never cheated on my husband.”
The sudden urge to see what he’d taste like to put his mouth on mine. He continues, “Ever been tempted.”
Me: No. I love him. I did not even fantasize about another man.
Hiding the fact that I have been endlessly fantasizing about him from the moment I saw him. My face warmed. I hadn’t misunderstood his intentions. He’d practically asked me to have an affair.
Me: Sorry to disappoint you. I am not that kind of person. I’m not going to sleep with you.
He: I don’t believe you. I’m not disappointed by your reply. I won’t sleep with you either. Not tonight.
I couldn’t voice my attraction to him. My eyes were showing it to him. He understood by the way he flicked his tongue over his bottom lips with a satisfied half smile that followed.
“Not any night?” I corrected his last statement. My voice faltered as my reply sounded more like a question. He inched closer. The railing dug into my back. He had me cornered. Trapped, I could not set myself free even if I wanted.
I couldn’t resist my infuriating urge with him this close to be in his arms if he commanded me.
He: After that night, I never wanted to see you again. Because I can’t control the temptation you leave behind.
Me: Why didn’t you follow me?
My voice was very romantic. Damn, What am I doing? The intensity between us grew thicker with every moment. Waiting for his response, my eyes lingered on his hard muscles too big for his shirt. My fingers curled into fists, and my cheeks burned. He was so goddamn beautiful.
I could keep my married status aside, run and leap into his arms cover his face with kisses. Press my willing self against his hard body. He spoke confidently, “Do you realize you are flirting with me just as you flirted at the wedding with only eyes? But today, with words.”
I blinked, forcing myself out of the fantasy. I closed my eyes and heaved a deep sigh, Get it under control. He continued, “After the insult at our last meeting. You got to ask for it?”
My throat dried I swallowed. (I want you. At this moment, I will not just ask. I am ready to beg). I controlled speaking these words aloud.
“Sneha, I am growing tired of pretending. I want to eat you. I want to cherish every bit of you. I want to fuck you. Fuck you here and now. You are so tempting.” His words enchanted my body. I found my phone dinging and read a text from my husband, “Did you reach the office?”
I ignored the text. I didn’t want Rocky to know about the text, but my phone started ringing. I silenced my husband’s call and tucked it inside my bag.
I ask again, “Why did you not follow me?”
He replied, “I would have followed you since I wanted you madly on the wedding night, but I didn’t.”
Me: Yeah, I remember the way you ogled all over my body.
He: I moved out on your repeated telling that you were married. I backed out since I felt sad about not creating the same lust as was in me. I want something I find a way to get it. You belong to someone else.
A deep breath filled my nostrils with the smell of perfume from Rocky. His stare followed me as I moved. “No more waiting, Beautiful.” In one slow, measured movement, he wrapped his strong arm around my waist and pulled me to him.
His other hand rose and raked through my hair, tilting my mouth upward. My eyes fluttered shut as his lips met mine, and everything else fell away. Warmth pulsed through me as he tested the new territory with a purposeful and tender kiss.
My mouth parted, and he answered by opening it farther with his lips. An ache blossomed between my legs. My head swam with the hot breath and heady taste of another man after so many years. He cupped my face and backed me against the wall as the kiss became wilder and needier.
His hands moved down my neck and over my collarbone. They covered my shoulders, pressing me into the wall. That throbbing between my thighs grew eager for relief. I took his cheeks in my hands, his skin smooth over the sharp jaw and moaned on his tongue.
He suddenly stepped away, breaking the kiss. He started to walk away. It intoxicated me that he could read my thoughts, fears, and desires. I didn’t want to be so vulnerable to anyone, not even to my husband.
As he walked away, I desperately and beggingly shouted, “Hey stranger, I want you. I want to be kissed. I want to be eaten. I want to be banged. These are your lips. I want you inside me. Please don’t go. Sorry about the wedding day.”
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My (Sneha) soft juicy thick lips still soaked from the sweetest sucking of the stranger. I stood clueless, hungrier than ever before. But the stranger walked out of the scene. After a few seconds, I realized that he wasn’t returning to eat my just shaved pussy.
Anger and lust pulsed inside me, climbing to its peak. I hastily climbed down the stairs to catch the man responsible for my two months of desperation. My mind was chasing the thought, “I want him. What if he had left? Fuck, I want him.”
After so many steps, I landed on the underground parking space, panting for breath. Wiping the sweat off my forehead, my eyes keenly scanned and found his bike unmoved. But the stranger was nowhere to be seen in this desolate parking space. I strolled around, searching for the stranger.
Disappointment and frustration creep in my head on not finding the man. A strong hand suddenly grabbed my wrist and dragged me to a small, cramped space behind the under-construction lift. My heartbeat and breathing stopped for an instant.
When I came to my senses, the stranger was holding my hair with his fist. He pushed me low, facing me to his pant zip. Making me kneel on the hard concrete.
This morning I wanted to give a nice blowjob to my husband as a punishment to keep him starving for more than 2 months. But my husband’s thick nervy cock couldn’t experience the warmth and oozing saliva of my mouth. It was due to the persistent calls from the broker who belonged to this stranger.
Now, after months of unsatisfied desires, hungry me was faced with this strange situation with the stranger’s pants zip ahead. I stared into his eyes. Fuck, the stranger shows his dominant side by not freeing his grasp on my hair even after a sharp stare.
I hate that the stranger can read me so well. He knows that I am in a bad need of a good fuck that too from his cock. Ignoring my stare, he pushed my head closer to his pant zip. I notice the movement of his thick dick inside the constricted space of his pant.
My hands could not wait to grab them. Forgetting all the principles and complete society, I place my soft hand, gently touching the erection over his pants. The moment my hand grazed his rod over the pant, his dick hissed, growing in size and girth.
He tightens his fist grip, pulling my hair. “You wanted this, right?” I stare into his eyes again. He demands, “Suck my dick, now.” I remain watching his eyes. He declares, “Pull down my zip and suck my dick now, otherwise . . ..”
Before he continues the statement, I obey. I ripped down the zip of his pants and unbuckled the belt and hook of his pants. His dick had made a huge tent in his underwear. I watch him again.
His voice is suddenly sweet as he says, “Sneha, I want your thick lips wrapped around my dick. Suck them as you wish. Suck them like I ever will be”, he boomed. These lines made me horny, especially when he wanted to treasure the time with me.
I slowly yank his underwear low. Thick nervy dark dick pops out. I was surprised to see a cleanly shaved dick who keeps this area always clean. I gently touch and move my fingers all across his huge dick, watching his eyes. The size was thicker than my husband’s.
The stranger held my chin, and his thumb brushing across my hungry lips, he said, “Open.” I obeyed, opening my mouth as his cock slid into me. He moaned, “Ah,” with his head thrown back as my lips circled his dick head. My tongue tip teased by circling the tip of his dark cock.
“Ah, Sneha, that’s nice.” The words inspired me, and my mouth slowly covered more of his thick cock, taking in as much as I could swallow.
When most of his huge cock was in my mouth, I drolled saliva drenching his cock inside my mouth. “Oh, Sneha. Don’t stop.” I started taking his cock in and out of my juicy mouth in a slow rhythmic manner.
His fingers threaded in my hair pulled, “How is the taste, Snehaa. Those lips, I was mad for them to suck me from the reception. Look at me.” I suddenly found his eyes watching me sucking his cock. I felt shy, and a blush crossed my cheek.
Continuing to suck his gigantic cock. My hand was rubbing his balls. His cock grew more in my mouth. “Ah. I might cum.” I blinked, watching his eyes. My tongue was moving, covering every bit of his dark dick.
I lost the sense of sucking a stranger in an open space in broad daylight. Since it was Sunday, there were no construction workers. The place where we stood was hidden away from any ongoer who might come to see the apartment.
I held his dick deep till throat and started stroking his foreskin with my hand. With every jerk, my bangles made a noise. After a few strokes, he instructed me, “Hands behind your back.” I am loving when he dominates me. I am all yours, stranger.
He fisted my hair, and with one thrust, he took over. I sheathed my teeth with my lips. He pushed deep into the back of my throat until I gagged. He pulled back and continued to mouth fuck me. His moans are low and throaty.
“Sneha. I am going to cum so fucking hard,” he warned. My tongue flattened under his dick head. Fuck what the hell I was doing. I have never in my life tasted someone’s cum, not even of my husband. Here I was, so horny, with my tongue waiting for the cum shot.
His body shook and shot cum which flew like a bullet from a rifle. He yanked my hair and erupted the lava cum into my mouth. I swallowed, letting the saltiness fill my mouth and run down my throat.
“Holy shit,” he loosened the grip. I waited on my knees, watching him. He hauled me up and kissed me hard. “That was the best”, he started. I wiped my lips and smiled, feeling happy since I could give him a memorable time.
My nipples were snooping out of my Patiala dress. The top of my boobs was peeping white and milky to be savoured. The day was hot. I was sweating badly. He drove me, making me hug him like a single body on his bike.
He took me to a juice corner, and we had juice. While having juice, I left a text to my husband on my arrival at the office. The stranger, too, spoke to someone instructing him to leave the key. After some time, he drove me to the underground parking space of another apartment.
It, too, was lonely and longer than the first one. He parked his bike next to a sedan. The front door was open. He climbed into the driver’s seat. I sat next to him. I was thinking, what is he doing? He drove the car around the same parking lot to a darker and hidden corner.
“Get into the back seat”, he ordered, turning off the key. I followed his instructions silently and mounted the back seat. I noticed that the mirror was tinted with one-way visibility from the inside. He climbed into the back seat and closed the door. My heart pumped beating at its peak, and I was jittery again.
I continue to sweat from the heat of the sun, cramped car space, and my body heat. The stranger looked very comfortable. He pushed the front seat as much as possible, making sufficient room in the back of the car. He positioned my head to rest on the rear door glass.
He placed one of my legs over the headrest of the middle seat. My other leg was resting on the car floor. He stared into my eyes as he lifted my Patiala dress above the navel. “Ah,” I jerked back when the thick of his fingers rubbed over the pussy on top of the pant.
My pussy was wet. In a neat pull, he freed the knot of my pants. Slowly, he parted the pants away from me. He raised my dress further higher until my bare belly button was accessible. He drew circles around my quivering belly button with his index finger.
The index finger slowly travelled from the belly button to just above the clitoral hood. Fuck, man, he was soo nice. He continued drawing circles just above the clitoral hood over the drenched panty.
Suddenly I recalled, Why I shaved my pussy? It was to break the long wait of my husband. But here I am with a stranger’s finger touching my neatly shaved pussy. There was pin-drop silence except for the sound of our breaths.
He parted the sticking panty away, “Snehaa, How wet you are?” I bit my lip, watching him. His strong hands firmly held my heavy thighs as he positioned his face into me. I grabbed his hair, and my belly button could feel his warm breath.
Goosebumps forming all around my sensitive areas. I was ticklish. With his first firm lick, my hand buckled his palms from behind, which were resting on my knee, “Ahh. Auch.” His tongue tasted me unhurriedly.
Stopping now and then to suck and kiss. He lifted me with my knees bent on the headrest of the seat and placed a hand behind my back. He lifted my back, taking my pussy closer to his lips. Damn, he was eating me with his nose nudging my clit.
I was enjoying every moment with low and controlled moans. I lost control when he inserted two fingers into my pussy, widening them. With pussy widened by finger, his tongue probed inside of me quickly and with more pressure.
My legs began to shake. He pulled out his fingers. His mouth was working its magic his thumb started to rub my clit. My full body bowed into him as I rippled a full-body orgasm. My throat was at its peak when I moaned.
He wiped his lips and started to kiss and suck the side of my neck. He was kissing me, not allowing me to take a breath from the deep orgasm as I continued to moan. He handed me only my pants to wear and kept my panties for himself.
He drove me to a restaurant, and we had our lunch. After lunch, he drove me to what looked like his office. He asked me to wait in the car. The stranger enters the office. After 2 minutes, I watch a man leave the office.
As the man walked out, he eyed the car. But he could not see me because of the tinted glass. The sun was at its peak, and the AC of the car chilled me. The stranger walks and opens the car, “Come.” I follow him without asking any questions.
I stepped into his office with an unmanned front desk. He told me to sit on a chair. He walks through another door which appears like his main office. He returns in no time and closes the shutter from the inside, darkening the space with only sunlight peeping through a few windows.
He turns on the lights and watches me. There was a hunger for each other visible in our eyes. The way we looked at each other. Is this what I have been waiting for this two months? Is this why I kept my husband away? Was I shaved my pussy for the stranger?
Oh god, a sudden recap of the reception night made me damn horny. I started imagining his ripped muscles hidden inside his shirt. I suddenly yearn for that huge dark cock that was inside my mouth moments ago to pierce through me and fuck me to orgasm and fuck me through my juices.
He walks to the partition door of his main office and commands, “Get in. I can’t wait any longer to fuck your pussy, Snehaa.” I walk slowly through the door to get banged by this stranger.
Is this my Sunday working at the office?
As I stepped inside his office, his strong hand spanked my ass for the first time, gently making my ass cheek jiggle. After a small gap, his strong hand squeezed my fleshy ass cheek and spanked me the second time.
This time it was harder, louder, and more painful, making my fair ass turn slightly red with his palm mark. The pain of his spank only boosted my desperation and hunger for his nervy dick. A cool breeze was flowing from the AC inside his office, and there was a big 3-seater leather couch.
Standing in front of me, he places my hand on his shirt button and widens his arm. I unbutton his shirt button, watching his mysterious eyes. I remove his white shirt, unveiling his stone-like biceps. A white banyan covered his sculpted chest. He pulls away his banyan, showing his shapely chest and stone-like abs.
He flipped me around, grabbed my back, and propelled me onto the couch. He quickly pulled away my pants and bent me with my hands holding the seat top. He widened my legs, spreading my ass wide open for the stranger.
His fingers gently caress, moving around my pussy, probing my wetness. “Hey, Stranger,” I spoke in a hypnotic tone. “I am ready for you now.”
“You are more than ready”, he answers, “Take off your top.”
I quickly get rid of my Patiala top. His voice shrill, “Say it. You should ask for it.” I replied huskily, “I want you. I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me. I am all yours.” He positions me with one leg bent on the leather sofa and another leg resting on the mat of the floor.
I moan in pleasure, “Yes”, the moment his dick head rubs against my clit and pussy lips. In a slow, measured manner, he slides his thick cock into me. “Ouch,” I cry.
“Is it deep?”
“Yes. It is deep”, I stammered.
The stranger was into me. “Don’t stop.” Holding the sides of my ass cheeks, his dick toured my warm wet pussy with steady thrusts. His firm fuck was in perfect sync with momentary loud spanks on my ass cheeks, “What an ass. God, this ass made me fall for you,” he commented with his spank.
I was building up for the second time. “Yes, Fuck me harder”, the words flew out of my mouth naturally. He stops and immediately yanks out his cock, stopping me from orgasm. Even with the AC running at its peak, we both were sweating profusely.
He unhooked the bra and tilted me around. He reads me as my eyes convey to him Why he stopped fucking? He responded, “I want to watch you when you orgasm.” My massive white boobs with erect tiny dark nipples were in front of the stranger, ready to be destroyed.
He grabbed both my boobs and climbed over me, making me rest on the couch. He hungrily sucked my boobs with his lips sucking every bit of my boobs, “Ah. I wanted this from the reception. These boobs spoilt my sleep,” he ate hungrily.
I was shouting moans at his animalistic eating of my boobs. No one ever ate my boobs like he did. We kissed again. He sat on my chest and boob fucked me spitting saliva for lubrication. He then bound my hands with his banyan.
He ordered me not to move my hands. He positioned himself between my heavy thighs on the couch. “You want this right. Have it”, he pushed his cock with a huge force. He was fucking me with huge thrusts. I shot juices. His dick continued to fuck through the juices.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pain and pleasure his dick gave. He was thrusting his huge cock with heavy plunges driving in and out of my pussy. In no time, I was building up for my third orgasm.
The stranger fucked me tirelessly. After he shot his cum when his dick rested, I climbed on top of him and kissed his sexy. The moment my lips ate his body, he would turn on and fuck me again. My pussy was turning dry and again wet for him.
When my pussy remained dry, he would apply saliva and drench them. He fucked me mercilessly, turning my ass red with his spanks and my pussy red sore with pain. He fucked me multiple rounds in multiple positions till 8 in the night.
Sneha reaches home and scrubs with heavy soap to wash away the unforgettable and wildest encounter she had with the stranger.
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Anger and lust pulsed inside me, climbing to its peak. I hastily climbed down the stairs to catch the man responsible for my two months of desperation. My mind was chasing the thought, “I want him. What if he had left? Fuck, I want him.”
After so many steps, I landed on the underground parking space, panting for breath. Wiping the sweat off my forehead, my eyes keenly scanned and found his bike unmoved. But the stranger was nowhere to be seen in this desolate parking space. I strolled around, searching for the stranger.
Disappointment and frustration creep in my head on not finding the man. A strong hand suddenly grabbed my wrist and dragged me to a small, cramped space behind the under-construction lift. My heartbeat and breathing stopped for an instant.
When I came to my senses, the stranger was holding my hair with his fist. He pushed me low, facing me to his pant zip. Making me kneel on the hard concrete.
This morning I wanted to give a nice blowjob to my husband as a punishment to keep him starving for more than 2 months. But my husband’s thick nervy cock couldn’t experience the warmth and oozing saliva of my mouth. It was due to the persistent calls from the broker who belonged to this stranger.
Now, after months of unsatisfied desires, hungry me was faced with this strange situation with the stranger’s pants zip ahead. I stared into his eyes. Fuck, the stranger shows his dominant side by not freeing his grasp on my hair even after a sharp stare.
I hate that the stranger can read me so well. He knows that I am in a bad need of a good fuck that too from his cock. Ignoring my stare, he pushed my head closer to his pant zip. I notice the movement of his thick dick inside the constricted space of his pant.
My hands could not wait to grab them. Forgetting all the principles and complete society, I place my soft hand, gently touching the erection over his pants. The moment my hand grazed his rod over the pant, his dick hissed, growing in size and girth.
He tightens his fist grip, pulling my hair. “You wanted this, right?” I stare into his eyes again. He demands, “Suck my dick, now.” I remain watching his eyes. He declares, “Pull down my zip and suck my dick now, otherwise . . ..”
Before he continues the statement, I obey. I ripped down the zip of his pants and unbuckled the belt and hook of his pants. His dick had made a huge tent in his underwear. I watch him again.
His voice is suddenly sweet as he says, “Sneha, I want your thick lips wrapped around my dick. Suck them as you wish. Suck them like I ever will be”, he boomed. These lines made me horny, especially when he wanted to treasure the time with me.
I slowly yank his underwear low. Thick nervy dark dick pops out. I was surprised to see a cleanly shaved dick who keeps this area always clean. I gently touch and move my fingers all across his huge dick, watching his eyes. The size was thicker than my husband’s.
The stranger held my chin, and his thumb brushing across my hungry lips, he said, “Open.” I obeyed, opening my mouth as his cock slid into me. He moaned, “Ah,” with his head thrown back as my lips circled his dick head. My tongue tip teased by circling the tip of his dark cock.
“Ah, Sneha, that’s nice.” The words inspired me, and my mouth slowly covered more of his thick cock, taking in as much as I could swallow.
When most of his huge cock was in my mouth, I drolled saliva drenching his cock inside my mouth. “Oh, Sneha. Don’t stop.” I started taking his cock in and out of my juicy mouth in a slow rhythmic manner.
His fingers threaded in my hair pulled, “How is the taste, Snehaa. Those lips, I was mad for them to suck me from the reception. Look at me.” I suddenly found his eyes watching me sucking his cock. I felt shy, and a blush crossed my cheek.
Continuing to suck his gigantic cock. My hand was rubbing his balls. His cock grew more in my mouth. “Ah. I might cum.” I blinked, watching his eyes. My tongue was moving, covering every bit of his dark dick.
I lost the sense of sucking a stranger in an open space in broad daylight. Since it was Sunday, there were no construction workers. The place where we stood was hidden away from any ongoer who might come to see the apartment.
I held his dick deep till throat and started stroking his foreskin with my hand. With every jerk, my bangles made a noise. After a few strokes, he instructed me, “Hands behind your back.” I am loving when he dominates me. I am all yours, stranger.
He fisted my hair, and with one thrust, he took over. I sheathed my teeth with my lips. He pushed deep into the back of my throat until I gagged. He pulled back and continued to mouth fuck me. His moans are low and throaty.
“Sneha. I am going to cum so fucking hard,” he warned. My tongue flattened under his dick head. Fuck what the hell I was doing. I have never in my life tasted someone’s cum, not even of my husband. Here I was, so horny, with my tongue waiting for the cum shot.
His body shook and shot cum which flew like a bullet from a rifle. He yanked my hair and erupted the lava cum into my mouth. I swallowed, letting the saltiness fill my mouth and run down my throat.
“Holy shit,” he loosened the grip. I waited on my knees, watching him. He hauled me up and kissed me hard. “That was the best”, he started. I wiped my lips and smiled, feeling happy since I could give him a memorable time.
My nipples were snooping out of my Patiala dress. The top of my boobs was peeping white and milky to be savoured. The day was hot. I was sweating badly. He drove me, making me hug him like a single body on his bike.
He took me to a juice corner, and we had juice. While having juice, I left a text to my husband on my arrival at the office. The stranger, too, spoke to someone instructing him to leave the key. After some time, he drove me to the underground parking space of another apartment.
It, too, was lonely and longer than the first one. He parked his bike next to a sedan. The front door was open. He climbed into the driver’s seat. I sat next to him. I was thinking, what is he doing? He drove the car around the same parking lot to a darker and hidden corner.
“Get into the back seat”, he ordered, turning off the key. I followed his instructions silently and mounted the back seat. I noticed that the mirror was tinted with one-way visibility from the inside. He climbed into the back seat and closed the door. My heart pumped beating at its peak, and I was jittery again.
I continue to sweat from the heat of the sun, cramped car space, and my body heat. The stranger looked very comfortable. He pushed the front seat as much as possible, making sufficient room in the back of the car. He positioned my head to rest on the rear door glass.
He placed one of my legs over the headrest of the middle seat. My other leg was resting on the car floor. He stared into my eyes as he lifted my Patiala dress above the navel. “Ah,” I jerked back when the thick of his fingers rubbed over the pussy on top of the pant.
My pussy was wet. In a neat pull, he freed the knot of my pants. Slowly, he parted the pants away from me. He raised my dress further higher until my bare belly button was accessible. He drew circles around my quivering belly button with his index finger.
The index finger slowly travelled from the belly button to just above the clitoral hood. Fuck, man, he was soo nice. He continued drawing circles just above the clitoral hood over the drenched panty.
Suddenly I recalled, Why I shaved my pussy? It was to break the long wait of my husband. But here I am with a stranger’s finger touching my neatly shaved pussy. There was pin-drop silence except for the sound of our breaths.
He parted the sticking panty away, “Snehaa, How wet you are?” I bit my lip, watching him. His strong hands firmly held my heavy thighs as he positioned his face into me. I grabbed his hair, and my belly button could feel his warm breath.
Goosebumps forming all around my sensitive areas. I was ticklish. With his first firm lick, my hand buckled his palms from behind, which were resting on my knee, “Ahh. Auch.” His tongue tasted me unhurriedly.
Stopping now and then to suck and kiss. He lifted me with my knees bent on the headrest of the seat and placed a hand behind my back. He lifted my back, taking my pussy closer to his lips. Damn, he was eating me with his nose nudging my clit.
I was enjoying every moment with low and controlled moans. I lost control when he inserted two fingers into my pussy, widening them. With pussy widened by finger, his tongue probed inside of me quickly and with more pressure.
My legs began to shake. He pulled out his fingers. His mouth was working its magic his thumb started to rub my clit. My full body bowed into him as I rippled a full-body orgasm. My throat was at its peak when I moaned.
He wiped his lips and started to kiss and suck the side of my neck. He was kissing me, not allowing me to take a breath from the deep orgasm as I continued to moan. He handed me only my pants to wear and kept my panties for himself.
He drove me to a restaurant, and we had our lunch. After lunch, he drove me to what looked like his office. He asked me to wait in the car. The stranger enters the office. After 2 minutes, I watch a man leave the office.
As the man walked out, he eyed the car. But he could not see me because of the tinted glass. The sun was at its peak, and the AC of the car chilled me. The stranger walks and opens the car, “Come.” I follow him without asking any questions.
I stepped into his office with an unmanned front desk. He told me to sit on a chair. He walks through another door which appears like his main office. He returns in no time and closes the shutter from the inside, darkening the space with only sunlight peeping through a few windows.
He turns on the lights and watches me. There was a hunger for each other visible in our eyes. The way we looked at each other. Is this what I have been waiting for this two months? Is this why I kept my husband away? Was I shaved my pussy for the stranger?
Oh god, a sudden recap of the reception night made me damn horny. I started imagining his ripped muscles hidden inside his shirt. I suddenly yearn for that huge dark cock that was inside my mouth moments ago to pierce through me and fuck me to orgasm and fuck me through my juices.
He walks to the partition door of his main office and commands, “Get in. I can’t wait any longer to fuck your pussy, Snehaa.” I walk slowly through the door to get banged by this stranger.
Is this my Sunday working at the office?
As I stepped inside his office, his strong hand spanked my ass for the first time, gently making my ass cheek jiggle. After a small gap, his strong hand squeezed my fleshy ass cheek and spanked me the second time.
This time it was harder, louder, and more painful, making my fair ass turn slightly red with his palm mark. The pain of his spank only boosted my desperation and hunger for his nervy dick. A cool breeze was flowing from the AC inside his office, and there was a big 3-seater leather couch.
Standing in front of me, he places my hand on his shirt button and widens his arm. I unbutton his shirt button, watching his mysterious eyes. I remove his white shirt, unveiling his stone-like biceps. A white banyan covered his sculpted chest. He pulls away his banyan, showing his shapely chest and stone-like abs.
He flipped me around, grabbed my back, and propelled me onto the couch. He quickly pulled away my pants and bent me with my hands holding the seat top. He widened my legs, spreading my ass wide open for the stranger.
His fingers gently caress, moving around my pussy, probing my wetness. “Hey, Stranger,” I spoke in a hypnotic tone. “I am ready for you now.”
“You are more than ready”, he answers, “Take off your top.”
I quickly get rid of my Patiala top. His voice shrill, “Say it. You should ask for it.” I replied huskily, “I want you. I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me. I am all yours.” He positions me with one leg bent on the leather sofa and another leg resting on the mat of the floor.
I moan in pleasure, “Yes”, the moment his dick head rubs against my clit and pussy lips. In a slow, measured manner, he slides his thick cock into me. “Ouch,” I cry.
“Is it deep?”
“Yes. It is deep”, I stammered.
The stranger was into me. “Don’t stop.” Holding the sides of my ass cheeks, his dick toured my warm wet pussy with steady thrusts. His firm fuck was in perfect sync with momentary loud spanks on my ass cheeks, “What an ass. God, this ass made me fall for you,” he commented with his spank.
I was building up for the second time. “Yes, Fuck me harder”, the words flew out of my mouth naturally. He stops and immediately yanks out his cock, stopping me from orgasm. Even with the AC running at its peak, we both were sweating profusely.
He unhooked the bra and tilted me around. He reads me as my eyes convey to him Why he stopped fucking? He responded, “I want to watch you when you orgasm.” My massive white boobs with erect tiny dark nipples were in front of the stranger, ready to be destroyed.
He grabbed both my boobs and climbed over me, making me rest on the couch. He hungrily sucked my boobs with his lips sucking every bit of my boobs, “Ah. I wanted this from the reception. These boobs spoilt my sleep,” he ate hungrily.
I was shouting moans at his animalistic eating of my boobs. No one ever ate my boobs like he did. We kissed again. He sat on my chest and boob fucked me spitting saliva for lubrication. He then bound my hands with his banyan.
He ordered me not to move my hands. He positioned himself between my heavy thighs on the couch. “You want this right. Have it”, he pushed his cock with a huge force. He was fucking me with huge thrusts. I shot juices. His dick continued to fuck through the juices.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pain and pleasure his dick gave. He was thrusting his huge cock with heavy plunges driving in and out of my pussy. In no time, I was building up for my third orgasm.
The stranger fucked me tirelessly. After he shot his cum when his dick rested, I climbed on top of him and kissed his sexy. The moment my lips ate his body, he would turn on and fuck me again. My pussy was turning dry and again wet for him.
When my pussy remained dry, he would apply saliva and drench them. He fucked me mercilessly, turning my ass red with his spanks and my pussy red sore with pain. He fucked me multiple rounds in multiple positions till 8 in the night.
Sneha reaches home and scrubs with heavy soap to wash away the unforgettable and wildest encounter she had with the stranger.
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