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‘Dandiya’ was one thing all the flat owners used to wait for. There was a big function organized in Anjali’s society, and everyone dressed at their best for it.
Anjali wore a sky blue backless and low-cut blouse. Her cleavage, along with the mound-shaped flesh of her melons, was sneaking through her low-cut blouse.
The milky white flesh of her naked back was tempting men to relish their eyes on it. Her lehenga was tied below her wide and deep navel, bulging over her 42-sized hips. Her open hair swayed over her fleshy back.
The venue was small for the crowd, and there was no space to move. Anjali stood in the crowd watching the women dancing in the centre. Many shoulders were rubbing against her wasn’t a matter of concern.
But suddenly, she felt a hand on her naked waist. She turned in anger, but as her eyes popped up. It was him, the ugly man who had been seducing her for the last two days. He smiled wickedly, brought his face near her and whispered, “Looking sexy, huh.”
She got scared and looked around. Nobody noticed them, and her husband was too far. She whispered back, “Shut up and go? Go away.” He replied, “Come with me.” Anjali said, “No, I can’t.” He smiled again and said, “OK, let’s keep talking here only.”
Anjali was helpless, and he could read it on her face. He brought his face close to her ear and said, “Don’t think too much. Come,” and he turned. Although helpless but still the evil woman inside her wanted it. So she started behind him, keeping some distance.
He led her to the back of their flat complex. It was almost dark there. He signalled to her with his hand to stop and went inside the small room in the corner. Soon a man came out of the room and vanished in the dark. After some time, that ugly man came to her and whispered, “Come with me.”
Anjali followed him, and they entered the room. It was a small room with only one bulb. In one corner was a washerman’s table and a single bed on the other. The room was warm and cosy.
While Anjali was looking around, she felt his hand grabbing her naked waist and his lips moving over her naked back. “Uff,” her eyes closed in pleasure. His left hand was moving all over her waist, holding her flesh.
The index finger of his right hand started digging into her deep navel, going in and out. As if he was trying to fuck the first hole of her body that came into his captivity.
Anjali’s eyes were closed with pleasure, and her breathing started getting heavy. His lips were moving all over her naked back, opening with the kisses and the tip of the tongue licking every inch of her back. She could feel his body pressing against hers’ and the hardness of his tool in the crack of her ass.
“Mmmm,” she moaned. She felt his lips and teeth softly biting the back of her neck and the strings of her backless blouse loosening. She was losing control over herself.
His hands started travelling up and reached the base of her breasts. The blouse was already open. Soon his hands cupped her soft 38-sized melons. “Aah,” she moaned. He pushed her onto the bed and came over to her. Her face was still down, and he was kissing all over her naked back.
Anjali’s fingers were holding the bed sheet, and she was moaning. He turned her and, holding her cheeks with his hand, pressed his lips over hers. He took her lower lips between his and started chewing it.
His other hand pulled her hair so she couldn’t move her head. He pushed his tongue deep inside her mouth and rolled it all over inside, getting the taste of her mouth, and his left hand started kneading her right breast. His other hand was still holding her face hard.
Anjali was neither able to move her head, nor she could speak. But moaning sounds were coming out of her mouth. Her eyes closed with pleasure. His hand was still moving roughly all over her soft milky white breasts. Kneading them and turning her nipples with his fingers.
He got up and pulled her blouse, making her breasts naked and took off his shirt too. He was dark-skinned and ugly. Anjali could see his hairy chest with blackish-brown nipples. She would have never fallen for such a man under normal circumstances.
But at this time, the evil woman inside her was dominant. He bent over her and, holding one of her breasts, took her nipple inside his mouth and started sucking it. His lips and teeth pressed it, and his tongue rolled over the nipple and its areola.
His other hand was still kneading her other breast so roughly that she could feel pain. Anjali was going mad and was screaming now. “Uff, you beast, do it slowly, dheere karo. Dard ho raha hai darling, please deere dabao.”
But as if her pleading excited him more, he started pressing her breasts harder. He was shifting his head on her nipples one by one. He was sucking them, biting them, pulling them with his teeth and moving his tongue all over them.
He had made her breasts completely wet with his saliva. Anjali, holding the bedsheet tight, was screaming, “Ooh, choos saale, Suck them hard. Randi ki tarah choos. Suck them like a whore.”
Suddenly he pulled down his pants and lifted her lehenga. Before she could think, his fingers slid her panties to the left. He placed his cock head over her pussy lips. A shiver travelled all over her body, and her eyes got closed.
She could feel the fatness of his cock. One push and Anjali’s face went high. She could feel his thick manhood entering her pussy. He placed his lips over hers, started rolling his tongue inside her mouth, and gave hard strokes. With each stroke, his cock head hit her womb.
Anjali screamed. His cock kept on banging her pussy. Anjali was on the seventh sky. She always wanted rough sex, and this beast gave it to her. Her breasts were pressed under him and her legs wrapped around his waist. He lifted her a bit and placed her hips on the edge of the wooden cot.
With full force, he started banging her pussy. Anjali wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, and her nails scratched his naked back. Since his lips had closed her mouth, so she was screaming. He was stroked with full force.
Suddenly he pressed his cock deep inside her pussy and shivered. Anjali wanted to scream and say, “No, not inside, no,” but her lips were closed. She felt jets of hot cum falling like lava inside her. He kept sucking her lips for some time and then lay beside her.
Anjali was tired, so her eyes got closed, and she slept for a few minutes. As soon as her eyes opened, she saw a man with a big moustache in a dhoti sitting on the chair. She hurriedly covered her body and asked him. “Who are you, and where is he gone?”
The man replied, “Mem Sahab, Hamaare hi room mein rang raliyaan mana rahi thi aap? Woh chala gaya. Ab thodi seva hamari bhi kar dijiye.” (Madam, you were enjoying in my room. He is gone. Now, please take care of me as well.)
To be continued.
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