Hi, my name is Aakriti Sharma. I am 27 years old and a housewife. I have been married to Amit Mishra for the past three years in a typical arranged marriage. I live with my loving husband and in-laws in a housing society (3 BHK Flat).
I was raised in a particular culture and with a set of values. Sex before marriage and with another man other than the husband is considered a sin, etc. But I always had an evil mind to defy the rules imposed, just an itch in my mind to be a bit different. For example, I had sex with 2 boyfriends.
After marriage also, I had the same evil urge for sexual gratification by doing something beyond my ‘Sanskari Patni and Bahu’ character. However, I was a faithful wife. I suppressed it until the incident (true) that I’m about to narrate in this story took place.
Before I narrate the story, here are the statistics of the heroine (myself). I’m 27 years old, 5’7″ tall, milky white, fair skin, soft and a little on the chubby side with 36D-sized boobs. I have a curvy smooth body and round ass with thick fair thighs and long, beautiful legs.
I always keep waxing. Many men were infatuated with me during my college years. In our housing society, many neighbours also have a crush on me. I always kept my pussy well-shaven and waxed body for smooth skin.
For comparison, my husband says I’m more like Anushka Shetty in terms of figure and Tamannah Bhatia in terms of skin tone, with a beautiful face somewhat like that of Hande Ercel (Turkish actress, as in “Aşk Laftan Anlamaz”). With that height, I look like an actress.
For a very long time, I had a sexual perversion or urge to exhibit myself to a man well below in looks (ugly). He was a Muslim (just a fetish). I thought such a man would never be able to get me in normal circumstances. When allowed, he would get wild as a wolf and fuck me like a whore.
I liked the idea (although my husband is good in bed and satisfies me most of the time). I suppressed my urge as I was not ready to sacrifice my modesty or marriage for my wild thoughts.
In our society, there was a toilet cleaner named Junaid. He was in his 40s and some 5’5″ tall, I guess. He used to live in a nearby slum. He came twice a week to clean our washrooms, on Wednesdays and Sundays. Yes, he’s the hero of this story.
He’s dark and thick-skinned with a lot of hair. Whenever he came to clean, he changed to just banyan and a gamchha around his waist, covering his tool and dirty black legs. His chest was hairy.
He kept a moustache and always chewed tobacco. His teeth also began to discolour, and his tongue turned a distinctive orange hue. He’s not fit either; he’s a bit towards pot belly, but he really was a pervert. I never liked him, and he smelled so bad. I usually never thought one day I’d have sex with him.
Also, before this incident, I couldn’t habit anyway. In short, in normal circumstances, he couldn’t have even dreamt of screwing a lady like me.
Coming to the story
My in-laws and husband had gone to the Village for a family function for three days; in short, I was home alone for three days. Coincidentally, the day my in-laws and husband left was Saturday evening, although, at that time, I had no plan to act on my urge.
The next day, I woke up late and was alone. Most relaxing days, I thought. I went to bathe later than usual at 11:30 am, and as soon as I got wet with some water, the doorbell rang. I was pissed off. I quickly wrapped my beautiful body with the towel and marched towards the main door in anger.
My towel got loose. I held the towel with my hand over my boobs and opened the door without looking through the See-through hole. It was Junaid, the toilet cleaner. Seeing me, he was amazed. My half-naked boobs with cleavage, open hair.
Wet milky white body with garnishing of water drop tracing my cleavage gorgeous thighs visible completely. My towel was small, so it was just enough to cover my pubic area and nipples. Realising this, I blushed a little, and my wet, juicy lips let go of his.
But instead of sending him out and instructing him to come back after a week (as my in-laws expected me to do since I was alone in the house. I let him in and closed the main door behind him. Now, in that 3 BHK, just me, with just a towel covering my body, and Junaid!
I suddenly felt a sudden jolt of throbbing in my pussy and finally thought, let us do this. He was surprised and asked if I was busy so he could come later. I asked him to stay and sit in the hall. I quickly took a bath and came, which would take 10 minutes, I said.
I went into the kitchen and brought water and some snacks. I kept it on the table while bending. I caught him staring at my ass and my clearly visible hot thick thighs. I saw his bulge and chose to ignore it. He asked about other family members. I told him that I was alone until evening.
Next, I went towards the bedroom. I gently pushed the door open and left it ajar. I went in the bathroom, dropping the towel in the bedroom with the half-open door, enough for him to see one of my ass cheeks and back completely naked. I went into the bathroom and left the door open.
I thought, let him initiate while I tease him. He sneaked into the bedroom and saw me taking a shower completely naked. He stood there. I pretended as if I was unaware of his presence. He dropped his pants, removed his shirt, and started jerking off his tool.
I slowly turned towards him and opened my eyes. Our eyes met for a second, and then I stared at his dick for the next 3 seconds. The most disgusting I have ever seen in my life. Then I finally shouted, “Get out! How dare you!” to intimidate him.
He got furious, took his phone out and clicked my photo while I was completely naked. He shouted back and threatened me, telling me to show this to my in-laws and every other member of society. Now, this was completely unexpected, but I played along. I lowered my voice and seductively walked towards him.
I put my palm on his hairy, dark, bare chest and slid it a little towards his nipple. I looked down into his eyes and asked him to calm down. “Please,e there’s no need to do all this. Don’t tell anyone about this. Please don’t take any more photos.” I maintained eye contact with him for a few seconds.
Then, towards his cracked lips. I turned and swayed my head such that my hair went through his face. I walked back to my spot beneath the shower. I started bathing, and I said, “You, if you want, you can see me bathe, but please delete those photos.”
His male ego was boosted, and he gave a wicked smile. I think this much signal was enough. He asked, “Madam, if you don’t mind, can we bathe together?” Hearing this, my pussy started leaking, but with the shower running, he didn’t see that. I didn’t say anything.
But to take it to the next level, I bit my lips, facing slightly away from him. I placed my hands on my neck and then glided them down along my body curves and boobs. He removed banyan as well and moved towards me without saying a word. I turned slightly away, making my ass face him.
Pretending as if I’m not even aware that he will be coming and joining me. He comes and grabs me from my back, dick rubbing against my ass crack. His rough hands grabbed my waist and squeezed my love handles. A small moan escaped my mouth.
I just pressed my ass against his thighs and dick, and viola, the beast was unleashed! He moved his hand from my love handles to the front. Tracing every curve of my waist with his rough and dirty hands and grabbing both my boobs from behind. He squeezed them hard multiple times.
Each time he squeezed, he pressed his dick against my ass crack even more. He kissed and bit my bare back with his dirty, pan-stained teeth. He licked my bare back with his sticky orange tongue, giving multiple marks. I saw him moving his mouth all over my naked back in the mirror of the washroom.
Now, this made me lose control of myself. I was getting really hot. I was slowly letting out moans, which turned him even more. He moved his fingers over my juicy, wet lips from behind. He rubbed his entire hairy chest over my naked back whilst teasing my lips.
I started licking and sucking his thumb. The same thumb that he must have used so many times to rub his Khaini over his other palm. It tasted bad if I recall correctly (I realised it later; at first, I was completely carried away). However, this move was a huge mistake, which I will explain later.
He turned me to face him. My boobs were now against his hairy chest. The hairs were tickling my boobs and also making my nipple more pointy. He was looking into my eyes. He grabbed me by my waist, wrapped his hand around my back and pulled me closer.
I could feel his warm breath over my neck (as he was shorter than me). He kissed me and left a necklace of love bites on my neck, leaving a trail of red marks. He then pulled my head down and whispered in my ear, “Chal mera lauda choos raand.”(English: Suck my dick, you whore).
Hearing this, an electric shock travelled down my spine, and I was frozen for a second. I kept my palm over his right cheek. Using my other hand, I grabbed his head from the back and gave him an instant lip lock. My soft, juicy, and pink lips were placed over his rough and cracked black lips.
Oh boy, just imagine the kiss. We kissed passionately for 5 minutes straight, non-stop. I took his tongue in my mouth and sucked it. Later he sucked my tongue. Then we rolled our tongues together like some mad lovers and exchanged our saliva.
I licked his mouth from the inside, tasting all the pan masala. At that time, I was completely infatuated with kissing him. I must say that kiss was the hottest kiss I ever gave. He also bit my lips so badly that they started to bleed. Now he squeezed and held my mouth open with his one hand.
He stared in dominance towards me. He signalled me to go down on my knees and take care of his tool. I was never really interested in giving a blowjob, but remember I sucked his thumb? He said, “Suck my dick like you did with my thumb.” This was the mistake I was talking about.
I had no choice left now. I kneeled before this low-class, ugly man. Just by seeing his genital area, ew, I felt like vomiting, but I controlled myself. But to be honest, I haven’t seen anything more disgusting than that. The dick was all covered in his meter-long pubic hairs and his big balls.
The dick was around 6 inches on full erection with 3 inches of girth. At first, I was a bit disappointed. It was less than what I had read in fantasy stories. But still, I thought it would be okay, but man, ugh, what was I supposed to suck in that dense forest of matted pubic hair that smelled like piss?
I looked up at him. He had an evil grin. He grabbed his dick and traced my soft juicy pink lips as if he was applying the lipstick off his precum on my lips. I held the tip of his penis and resisted his attempt to put his ugly tool in my mouth. I refused to do it without a condom.
He laughed and removed my hand. By using his other hand, he grabbed hairs from the back of my head and pushed my face deep into his forest of pubic hair. Ah fuck, that disgusted me as well as turned on the devil woman inside me. My pussy brain took control of me.
I put out my tongue in the darkness of his pubic hair and somehow managed to trace his balls. I licked his balls while he was holding my head tight and moaning in pleasure. Then I started enjoying the sour taste and rough feel of his dark, densely covered balls.
With all this pleasure of a beautiful face finding pleasure in his most ugly and dark area. His grip on my head got loose, but by then, I had already got wild enough. I pulled my face out of his forest. I made a ponytail of my hair with my hands and asked him to hold it this way.
I looked up into his eyes, bit my lips a bit and seductively licked my lips. Then, with my hands, I grabbed both his thighs from the back. I opened my mouth and, in one full scoop, took his entire tool in my mouth. It had gone limp a bit, so I sucked it and rolled my tongue over its tip to arouse his dick.
Once it was erect, I took it out of my mouth and, using my tongue, traced the veins of his dick while maintaining eye contact with him. He moaned in pleasure and then grabbed his dick and started to thrust it in my mouth. I followed his rhythm and started to suck it with more pleasure.
He kept fucking my mouth for 5 minutes straight. My lips and mouth were aching from all the sucking, but I was enjoying every bit of it. He now suddenly started to pull out his dick from my mouth. I understood that he was about to cum. So I stopped him.
I instead grabbed his ass tightly and started moving my mouth over his dick while sucking in and out rapidly. He flushed his entire gallons of load in one cum shot and filled my mouth, so much so that it dripped down from the sides of my lip. I looked at him, smiled and got up.
I opened my mouth a bit and showed him his cum in my mouth. Now as he was staring at this, I swallowed his entire cum in front of his eyes, he got stunned. I again kneeled in front of him, licked every drop of his cum from the floor. It had dripped down from my mouth.
I planted a soft kiss on his dick head and got up. I pulled him closer and reached out to his ears. I bit his ear lobe a bit and whispered, “Le pee liya iss raand ne tera muth.” (English: See, this whore has drunk all your cum).
We both exited the bathroom, and he lay naked on my soft bed. This fucking creepy, dirty toilet cleaner was lying on my bed. I put his feet over the bed, covered him with a blanket, and lay beside him. He cuddled me and poked my curves, sucked my nipples and buried my face in his underarms.
I immediately got suffocated. I got myself out of his sweaty armpits and kissed his lips. I said, “You go now. Other neighbours will be waiting for you to clean their bathrooms”. He said, “How can I leave without fucking my whore? I will not let this golden opportunity go to waste.”
I blushed and kneeled over his face and said, “Junaid miyan, I’m your whore for the next 3 days and two nights, come anytime, but finish today’s work or else neighbours might be alerted.” His eyes sparkled, and he said, “What? You said that your family is returning this evening.” I said I lied.
He got up and dressed himself, spat on my boobs and sucked my nipples. He winked at me and said, “I will return soon, Madam.” I smiled at him, bit my lip, and said, “Not Madam, call me Aakriti. And this Aakriti will be waiting for you, my darling. Come soon.” I gave him a flying kiss and locked the door.
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Author: Vikaam