Horny Bitch! – Part 4 (Pleasing Her Voyeur Friend)

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I hope you guys love this sexcapade of a voyeur friend and enjoy reading it. If you like these stories, do keep following the story episodes.

Yeah, and Prajakta will tell the story because apparently, she is interested in sharing it. So, readers. Here I give you Prajakta, the Horny Bitch.

Prajakta’s POV:

Hello guys, it feels so good to again talk with you. I know I should make a different username and start sharing my experiences. But then I feel as if Rudra uses my pussy for pleasure. Why not use his username? Big Deal!

Hahaha, well, so I am sharing my story through my point of view using his username. Why should he share it? Why should boys have all the fun?

Yeah, as promised, I will tell you what all things happened further in the night. The night was long, and the bitch in me was getting crazy with every passing minute. Rudra had a broken arm. When he fucked me, the movement of his body made his hand ache.

So, he deduced a different plan for us both. I made him some coffee, a strong coffee, and we both set out in the car. I was driving, and it was almost midnight.

Rudra was holding a vibrator in his hand. I knew the fucker was up to something. He was looking along the road, and he made me stop the car. I parked the car on the side. He handed me ear pods.

Rudra: Praju, wear these pods to be in touch. I want to hear conversations.

I had no idea what this guy was up to. He put on an ear pod too, and he handed me the vibrator.

Rudra: Come on, put it on.

I was wearing panty as he told me to wear one while we left. I was wearing a short one-piece just above my thighs. If I spread my thighs, I was sure my pussy was visible to anyone who saw it. He gave me the vibrator, and I pushed it in my pussy.

He turned it on at a normal speed, and I felt it. That is the best sensation as I was horny after bouncing on his dick. That too of the guy who had a broken hand. With no strings attached. He looked at someone from the window and directed his fingers.

Rudra: See that homeless guy there. I want you to go and give him a handjob. Talk nasty with the fucker. He must be deprived of sexual release. Help him.

Prajakta: Are you crazy?

Rudra turned on the vibrator watching my shocked expressions. He moved the speed a notch up, and I was getting in the Bitch mode. He turned it off and gave me a flying kiss.

I got out of the car and made my way to the old man. A lot of thoughts were going in my mind. I had to first convenience that old guy. How was I going to?

I reached where the old man was sitting, and he looked at me. Watching his pervy eyes, it was true that he was scanning my milky thighs and all the parts that were exposed.

The conversation was in Hindi. But I am writing in English.

Prajakta: Hello, uncle. How are you?

Oldie: I am okay. Do you need anything? Do you want directions?

Prajakta: No, what is it that my mother had said before coming home today to do some good work. So I thought I would help you.

Oldie: Help me beta, at midnight? I don’t beg, dear. I earn myself.

Prajakta: Uncle, I am not giving you money. Can I give you a handjob?

Oldie: What is a handjob?

Prajakta: Hanjob means… (on the comms) what is a handjob, bro?

I asked Rudra over the ear pods through which were connected. He was smiling all the time, listening to my crazy way of asking the oldie for a handjob. Rudra looked through his phone and replied to me, “Hastmaithun, I guess.”

I looked at the oldie and said, “Mai aapko ‘hastmaithun’ karke de sakti hu. I can jerk your cock.”

When I said it unintentionally, my right-hand fingers curled, moving up and down, signaling the usual sign that boys use for jerking. Yeah, you are right. I did what you guys do after saying, “Hila ke du kya?”

I made that hand gesture of jerking, and the oldie was surprised. He had a smile on his face, and that was the sign of my approval.

He was sitting down on the ground next to a tree. There was no one around, less fear of getting caught. I knelt in front of him, and the oldie, like a pervert, spread his legs taking his not-washed dick out.

Prajakta: Yucks, Rudra. Do I have to do it?

Rudra: Well, it is fun, babe. Plus, you made me cum at home. I am returning the favor. Go ahead, touch it.

Rudra was watching all this sitting in the car, and he turned the vibrator on. I started feeling the vibrations. The oldie was already ready to hand me his dick. I held the dick and started jerking it. But my focus was on the vibrations inside my panty. I was jerking the old man, and he sensed my change in expressions.

Oldie: Are you enjoying holding me? Why have you made such a face?

Prajakta: That’s …because…it is making me vibrate till inside.

Instead of telling him, I sat down next to him and spread my legs. We were sitting next to each other. My hand was over his arm. I was holding his dick, just like two kids sitting on a bench in the classroom close to each other.

I spread my legs showing him the vibrator in my pussy. The oldie leaned forward to see such a thing which he had never seen.

Oldie: How does this help?

Prajakta: It is a toy you have to put this in the pussy. It vibrates and gives pleasure like it is giving me now. Fuck, Uncle!

Hearing this, I felt the oldie’s dick throb in my hand. As if his dick veins pumped more blood in his tool LOL. I was jerking his hard dick very fast, but he was not cumming.

Prajakta: You have a lot of stamina, uncle.

Oldie: It’s been years, dear, since someone has jerked me. I have saved a lot of cum in there. Now that you came to help, I won’t let you go so soon. Serve me, beta. Give me pleasure.

Oldie closed his eyes and moved his head up in the air enjoying and moaning. After a year, he was getting a woman’s touch. His moans were a clear indication of it. Hearing those moans, I was getting horny too.

Rudra in the car was jerking his dick, watching me jerk a homeless man.

Rudra: Fuck, Prajakta, what a beautiful baby. Just like an apsara helping an old man. I like how you placed your leg on his thighs and showed him your chut. For this, I will reward you.

Saying this, Rudra increased the speed of the vibrator. I bit my lips, feeling it. Now, the vibrations were driving me crazy. The oldie was moaning. I watched his hard dick and leaned forward, spitting on it. The oldie felt my spit, and he opened my eyes.

Oldie: Aaahhh dear, no one ever spat on my dick. Do you want to sit on it?

Prajakta: Don’t act smart, uncle, be happy in what you get (watching the dirty dick between my hands). When was the last time you took a bath? (I held his dick with both hands and moved his foreskin up and down).

Oldie: Last time, I think 2 weeks before. (watching his foreskin go up and down). Aah, it is so pleasurable, fuck yeah.

He placed his hands on the ground and started lifting his ass. I saw him do that instead of jerking. I just held his cock in my fist. He started fucking my hand and moaning.

Prajakta: Yeah, nice fuck atta boy. Faster, fuck my hand. Yeah, if not pussy, then my hand. (the vibrations in my pussy were driving me crazy, and I was talking nasty) Aah, uncle, spill your cum on my hands. Take my help and give me your blessings.

Oldie: Yeah, dear. Aah, dear, thank you for coming to make me cum. You have my blessings. It is cumming. My blessings are cumming take it.

Prajakta: Don’t call me dear, oldie, take my name. When you cum moan my name.

Oldie: Aah yeah Prajakta, it will cum any time.

Oldie lifted his ass in a jerk. His foreskin rolled back completely, and the white liquid erupted like a volcano. His thighs vibrated. He moved his ass down and lifted it again. I squeezed my hands on his dick, giving him more pleasure.

I saw more liquid oozing out like soda from a bottle. The liquid came down my hand. I was so horny because of the vibrations that I ate the cum which was on my hand.

Rudra watched me swallow the cum from my hand. He increased the speed of my vibrator, and I fell back on the ground. I was lifting my ass. The old man watched me lay on the ground. He watched my crotch vibrating with the vibrator inside.

Oldie: Are you okay?

Prajakta: This, here. (start rubbing my pussy and squirting, oldie watches me spray my juices) Aah, my friend pushed this inside. I am also squirting. Watch me squirt, oldie, watch me. SEE. (squirts again)

Oldie watches it. I was so lost in cumming that the oldie man had full clearance to touch me and kiss me. He did not do that, though. After squirting two times, I lay on the ground. Rudra stopped the vibrator and ordered me to get back to the car.

With trembling legs and squirt juices all over my thighs, I got back in the car and slapped Rudra hard for making me do it.

Prajakta: Harami, kutte. This is what you made me do in front of a homeless guy.

Rudra pulled me to himself with one hand and kissed me. I responded passionately. We broke the kiss and sat on the seat.

Rudra: Horny Bitch, like you, are not made to be explored in four-sided closed rooms.

Prajakta: What do you have next in your mind?

Rudra looked at me with a smirk on his face. I moved my gaze down and saw that he was jerking.

Prajakta: Oh, so I had a voyeur. You like to see me be a bitch.

Rudra: I do, and the night has just begun, bitch. There is more orgasm for you. Trust me. I will give you one of the best orgasms you will like. The one that no one has ever imagined.

I was impressed by Rudra’s determined talk. He gave me the location of a place, and I drove there.

So, this is how the night began. I made Rudra cum in his house (read that in Horny Bitch! Part – 3). In this story, he made me cum in a very weird but kinky manner. As I said, there is more to cum. The best orgasm that I ever had and in a situation that no girl had ever dreamed about.

If you like the story, make a comment on which was the best part of this story. The next part should be through my perspective, or should Rudra write it through his? Tell us that in the comments.

Guys, jerk for me. Girls, finger for me. In the next part, we will meet again. Till next time, be safe and be happy. Thank you for reading! Bye. From Prajakta.

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