Previous Part: Anjali’s Surrender – Part 9 (Pasha or the Politician?)
It was dusk, and the sun had gone down. Anjali was sitting on her balcony, looking over the horizon. She was lonely, missing Pasha and the moments she spent with him. Emotionally, she missed him, but physically, her body missed the touch of a beast male.
The ring of the phone broke her thoughts. It was an unknown number. She picked up the phone. “Hello,” She said It was a male voice on the other side. “Am I talking with Ms Anjali?” The accent was a bit African.
“Yes,” She replied. “May I know who it is?” She asked.
The man replied, “Ms Anjali, I am Mark Bencer, Solicitor of Pasha. He has left some fortune in cash as well as property for you. I would like you to meet me for the formalities of claiming them.”
Anjali looked upwards, having deep love for Pasha and replied, “Where do you want us to meet?”
The man replied, “I am staying in the Club Suite 203 of the Radisson Hotel. You can come now if you want.”
“Ok,” Replied Anjali, “I will be there in two hours.”
She thanked Pasha again, took a bath, and perfumed her body. She wore her chocolate brown lingerie with a pearl necklace. Her boobs were 38C. Now with ripe raisin colour nipples and brown areola, peeked through the satin brassiere.
Her bulging pussy mound with the line in the centre looked beautiful in her brown panties tied with strings on the waist. She wore a beige one-piece knee-length sleeveless dress and tied a ponytail. She wore a light pink pearl necklace. Her dress was deep on the sides and front.
It exposed a large part of her bosom and clean armpits, making her look sexier. She took a taxi, reached Radisson and straight headed to Room 203. She knocked on the door. The door opened, and what she saw brought a sweet shiver in her pelvis.
A huge man in a sleeveless T-shirt and shorts was there. Height almost 6 feet, Dusky complexion, muscular body, dense beards and moustaches hanging till neck, broad shoulders, muscular thighs and biceps. A perfectly toned gym body.
Anjali felt a shiver in her spine as if she were watching a male whom she had been craving for a long time. He raised his hand to shake. Anjali gave her hand; he held it and massaged it softly, looking into her eyes. She felt captivated. She went inside the room.
After a bit of formal talking, he handed her a cheque of Rs 1 Crore that Pasha had left for her.
He also said, “Ms Anjali, Pasha had also bought a flat for you in Dubai, but could not do the paperwork formalities before his death. You will have to come with me to Dubai to claim it. Meanwhile, you can get this cheque encashed.” She thanked him and Pasha as well.
“Ms Anjali, although Pasha isn’t with us, he will still find peace seeing that you are happy. So, it is time we must enjoy a bit and toast a drink.” Saying this, he prepared a whiskey drink for her and himself and gave it to her. Anjali could not refuse as his intense looks already took her over.
After two drinks, he dimmed the room lights and started slow, sensual music. “Ms Anjali, may I have the pleasure of dancing with you?” He extended his hand, and Anjali gave her hand in his. They started dancing slowly. Anjali could feel the intense masculine smell of his body, which was arousing her.
Whiskey had already started showing its effect, and she was dwindling her body left and right. Mark also moved his body, and soon they were touching each other. His tough, broad chest brushed over her boobs, and she felt her nipples swelling. He placed his hands on her waist. She placed hers on his shoulders.
He looked into her eyes, and she reciprocated with a smile. Mark moved his hands and started caressing her ass cheeks. Anjali’s eyes closed. Mark wanted to feel her more. He squeezed her ass cheeks and pulled her towards him. Anjali’s body moved forward, and her breasts pressed against his chest.
He placed his lips on her neck, kissing softly every inch of her neck. His rough hands were mauling her ass cheeks, trying to tear them apart. Anjali moaned, “Oh.” Mark pulled her hair clip, leaving her hair open. With one hand, he tugged her hair, and with the other hand, he wrapped her waist hard.
Now she was in his control. His fat lips started kissing all over her neck, shoulders, sucking her earlobes in between and giving soft bites all over her neck. Anjali was in heaven, moaning in response to his every kiss. She felt two fingers pulling the zip of her dress.
Soon her dress was on the floor. She was not in a position to resist; her body and mind all wanted it to happen. Mark pulled her hands high and started kissing on her armpits, rolling his tongue all over them, tasting her feminine sweat and hissing like a hungry snake.
Anjali’s moans started getting louder, “Oh, yes. Do it, man, yes.” Mark sucked and bit her armpits. Anjali was not bringing her hands down. Mark wrapped one hand around her waist. With the other one, he started mauling her 38C boobs mercilessly.
Anjali moaned, “Oh yes, Baby.” He placed his lips on hers and pushed his long tongue deep inside her mouth. She kissed him back and their tongues swirled over each other, exchanging saliva. He hungrily sucked her tongue, and she offered it to him. Hissing sounds filled the room.
Mark pushed her onto the bed. She looked at him with greed. He pulled her panties down and spread her legs apart. He pushed his face between her legs. Anjali’s eyes popped out, and a loud moan came out of her throat, “Oh My.”
Mark was licking her pussy lips, occasionally poking his tongue on the peak of her pussy. She was shivering with pleasure, throwing her back up and down in pleasure and pulling her own hair, “Oh, you bastard, suck me, do it, fuck me.”
His lips opened her pussy, and his tongue went deep inside it. Slurping and licking her wet pussy deep inside as she jumped and growled, “Yes, baby, yes, uff.” She was in heaven. After so long, she had got a man. Mark got up and took off his boxers and T-shirt.
She looked at his 8-inch fat tool, which was dripping with his precum. She jumped from the bed and came on her knees. He was taking his tool in her hand, and started kissing it all over. Her 38-sized boobs dwindled as she kissed his tool and, opening her lips apart, took it in her mouth.
She was sucking it like a hungry child, her saliva dripping down. Mark was moaning loudly, pulling her hair, “Oh, yes, Anjali, you are such a slut baby, do it, yes, please.” Anjali got up and lay down on the bed with her legs spread apart.
“Come on, Mark, take your Consultation fee, man.” Mark smiled and placed the head of his dick on her pussy. Anjali shivered, and with a jerk, he pushed his entire tool inside her. To her, it felt as if someone had torn her apart. Her mouth was wide open, and her shriek was stuck in her throat.
Mark pulled it out and again pushed it deep. Anjali started screaming, “Yes, baby, yes, fuck me hard, tear my pussy, you beast, tear it.” Mark held her legs wide apart in the air and was banging her pussy hard with his fat cock. Every time he pushed it inside, his balls hit her ass, and she screamed with pleasure.
Mark was growling like a beast. “Fuck you, my bitch, my slut. Oh Yes. You belong to me now, you fuckslut.” He was sweating but kept on pumping his cock in and out, banging her pussy. Anjali also reciprocated by moving her ass to and from, welcoming every push of his cock.
Suddenly, Mark bent down and wrapped his arms around her and started thumping her pussy hard. Anjali moved like a little bird under him and screamed, “Cum inside me, you fucking bastard. Fill me with your cum, man.” Mark growled loudly and shot his cum deep inside her womb.
Shot after shot, filling her womb with his thick juice. They both lay beside each other for some time. Finally, Mark got up, kissed her on her lips and said. Get your cheque encashed, baby, and come with me to Dubai. We have to claim the fortune for you.
Anjali smiled back as if she was saying, “I have already got the fortune which I was missing for a long time.”
To be continued.
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