Previous Part: Anjali’s Surrender – Part 6 (Game Over)
Till now, we have read how Anjali had to surrender to her ugly neighbour Rehan and his two friends. But she ended the game taking her revenge with Rehan. But in the course of this surrender and revenge, she had tasted lust, the pleasure of being with strangers and the aroma and warmth of their semen.
She was now on her lustful journey. Now further.
Anjali slept till noon. She took a coffee and went onto the balcony. The ugly neighbour wasn’t there. It might be he had no courage left to face her. She looked at her mobile.
There was a message, “Hello Anjali, I m sorry for last night. I didn’t know Rehan blackmailed you. I can’t face you, but I have ended my friendship with him to repent. Can never forget you. Please trust me. Give me a chance to prove my love, Raj.”
Anjali closed her eyes for a while. She recalled his strong manly chest and slim waist and how he held her body, sucking her lips and tongue. Even she had wrapped her arms around his neck. But how do I trust him after what had happened last night?
Her mind said not to trust, but the woman’s heart and lustful desire still wanted to believe him. She was in a dilemma. With shaking hands, she sent an emoji of a smiling face. After a few seconds, she saw his message, “Anjali, thanks a lot for your reply. Can I call you, please?”
Anjali, again shaking hands, replied, “Yes.”
Her phone rang, and her heart started jumping. She took the phone. He spoke, “Anjali, My Anju, You gave me so much last night. I don’t know how to thank you. I can never forget you in my life. It will be hard for me to live if you don’t forgive me. Anju, please trust me.”
Anjali said, “It’s OK, Raj. I trust you.”
He said from the other side, “If you trust me, Meet me once. Maybe in some public place. Please!”
She said, “Where and when?”
He replied, “At 5 in the evening. At the Race Course. We can go for a ride on my bike, during which we will get time to know each other. Love you, darling.”
It might be the woman inside her. Or her lust or her greed for his body. Or the love that was developed in her heart for him through their bodies. Whatever it was, she had decided to meet him.
As usual, she massaged her body with fragrant aroma oil, bathed with the Pristine perfume and inspected her body. Her well-shaped collar bone, soft milky white skin. 38C-sized breasts, and over them coin-sized pinkish brown areola with raisin-sized nipples.
Her slim waist with a little flesh, oval-shaped navel, and well-shaped thighs. Her tight round hips, a small patch of hairs above her pussy and her pinkish brown pussy with small labia protruding out. All of them made her look like a woman for whom any man would die.
She wore a loose cotton Brassiere, a cream netted pullover, tight blue jeans, and cream high heels. One could easily see the half-naked boobs and the lining of her bra over her top. Even her panty lining through her tight jeans. She wore a cream pearl necklace with matching earrings, a bracelet, and glossy lipstick.
She kept her hair open. Altogether she looked like an apsara. She took a cab and reached the race course. He was there, waiting for her, wearing a black pullover, black jeans, and brown shoes. On his lovely black colour Harley Bike. Anjali took a sigh and went to him.
He greeted her and offered her a bar of chocolate. She got pampered by his gentlemanliness. He started the bike, and she sat on the back seat. “Ufff,” her nostrils got the arousing aroma of his shave balm. His perfume mixed with the smell of his body.
Anjali started getting aroused. She held Raj on his waist, and they soon rode on the smooth road towards the outskirts. She was holding her waist tight. With every bump, her soft, luscious breasts pressed against his back. But altogether, she enjoyed it because they were comfortable with each other.
Her lips were just near his ear, and suddenly he saw a speed breaker and pushed the brakes hard. As a result, her breasts pressed hard on his back, and her lips touched his neck. Unknowingly she kissed his neck. He looked back at her and smiled. Anjali blushed, and he said to her softly, “May I?”
She said, “What?” He took her hand and pushed it inside his pullover. “Oh, My God,” She started getting mad, touching his slim muscular body and hairy chest. Her breathing got hard. Her fingers moved all over his naked body, touching his navel. Her fingers travelled up to his ribs and stopped at the base of his chest.
She pushed her other hand also inside his pullover. Her hands moved all over his waist and chest, and her fingers moved round and round on his nipples. She took his nipples between her index finger and thumb and pinched them. Her lips bent down, and she started kissing and licking his neck.
The perfume’s aroma and his body smell were taking her mind out of control. Her fingers pinched and pulled his nipples. Raj also started moaning, “Oh, Anju, yes baby, yes, it feels so good, do it, just do it.” His hands were shaking as he was also losing control over himself.
It was dark now, and they were on the outskirts. He stopped the bike under a tall and shady tree so no one could see it and asked her to get down. He locked the bike and, holding her hand, took her behind the tree. It was thick and bushy there. They both were breathing fast.
He pushed her against the tree and, holding her face in his hands, started kissing all over her face. He kissed her cheeks, eyes, ears, earlobes hairs and pushed his lips on her lips. Their mouths opened as if they had been hungry for ages and their tongues met.
His lips were holding her upper lip while she was sucking his lower lip. Both of them were sucking and chewing each other’s lips. Their tongues were rolling in each other’s mouths, exchanging saliva. Their lips and cheeks were wet with kisses, but their hunger increased with every kiss.
Anjali rolled her tongue over his cheeks and lips and travelled to his earlobes. He planted kisses all over her soft dimples and cheeks. Holding her hair tight, he pressed his lips to hers. “Ummmmm,” She moaned. He pushed his tongue deep inside her mouth, rolling it to her throat.
Using his lips, he pulled out her tongue and started sucking it like a sweet candy collecting every drop of her saliva from her tongue. His hands moved all over her body. Their breathing turned into hissing. He sucked her tongue, moving his hands all over her waist and back.
As he touched the straps of her bra, his wilderness got more. He moved his lips rond and round, sucking her tongue more hard. Anjali was in heaven. Her eyes were closed. Her arms were wrapped tightly over his back. Suddenly he left her face and looked at her with extreme lust.
Then his eyes went down towards his pants. Anjali understood what her man wanted. She bent down on her knees. Now she was sitting in front of him on her toes and knees. She opened his jeans and pulled them down. She rubbed her face on his boxers which were wet with his precum.
She felt heaven rubbing her face and lips all over her precum. She was getting an oozing smell for which she seemed to have been dying for ages. She pulled his boxers down and took his 7 inches shaft in her hand. The touch of her hand made it grow harder, with his pre-cum dripping out.
She brought her face down and took the precum o her tongue. She took the head of his shaft between her lips. Her lips engulfed the head, and her tongue rolled over its head, pressing its tip on the crack of his cock. The hungry lust wanted to have every drop of his precum.
He held the tree taking his hands back, and his legs were trembling. Anjali opened her mouth wide open and took the entire shaft inside. He could feel the head of his cock touching her throat. He screamed with pleasure, “Oh yes, Anju, my doll, my darling, do it, ah is heaven.”
Anjali’s head was moving around as her lips and tongue worked over his cock, sucking it hard. She took it out of her mouth, spit on it and again took it inside, sucking it. She was sucking it like a hungry bitch who had been waiting for her man’s tool for a long.
Her one hand was holding his cock. With the other hand, she was pinching his nipple. Raj screamed, “Yes, Anju, my love, Yes.” Suddenly she released his cock and got up. Raj took her face in his hands and started kissing deep on her lips. His tongue rolled inside her mouth, tasting his pre-cum and her saliva.
He loved the taste and was hungrily collecting it from her mouth. He removed his mouth and said to her, “I want more of it.” Anjali bent down and again sucked his cock and got up. Again their lips met, and his tongue rolled inside her mouth, tasting her saliva with his precum.
Both of them were breathing hard and hissing. He opened her jeans and, pulled them down, turned her towards the tree. She bent down, holding the tree, and he came at her back. He placed his cock on her pussy, dripping and gave a slight push.
“Ahh, Yes,” moaned Anjali, and in one shot, his cock was inside her pussy. It was so wet that it easily slurped inside. He started moving his back to and fro fucking her pussy. It was wet and dripping, and even her thighs were wet. He held her waist tight and started giving deep shots.
With every shot, his cock went deep inside, ramming her pussy and hitting her womb. She screamed, “Ah, Yes.” He got wilder with her screams and started banging her pussy hard with his cock. With every shot, his pelvis banged her thighs and her shoulders pressed against the tree.
But she was getting heavenly pleasure, so she screamed, “Do it more, baby, Fuck me hard, oh my darling, tear my pussy today, uff.” Raj was holding her waist and was fucking her pussy harder and harder. After a few minutes, he screamed, “I am going to cum, Anju. Where do you want it?”
Anjali said, “Give your seed in my mouth Raj. I want its taste, meri jaan,” She moved forward and again bent on her knees, taking its cock in her hand and started sucking it deep. She took the shaft in her mouth and started stroking it with her cheeks and lips. Her hand moved fast over it.
Raj was growling, “Oh, Anju, you do it so well, my Slut.” And within a few minutes, he screamed, “Ahh, I am cumming, Anju, Ah.” Anjali took his shaft deep inside her mouth, and he exploded in her throat. It was so much. She coughed but did not let his cock come out of her mouth.
Drop by drop, she took all of it as if she had been thirsty for ages. She licked his entire cock, cleaning it and pressing her tongue over the crack of it to take its last drop. Raj was still breathing hard, and his eyes were closed. Raj dropped Anjali at the back of her society.
She told him she would quietly go through the slum area behind her society. While leaving her, Raj said, “Anju, it will be hard to spend the night without you. Can you please give me something?” Anjali asked, “What?”
Raj said, “Jaaneman, please give me your wet panties. I wanna sleep the whole night wrapping it over my cock.” Anjali smiled naughtily and went behind a dark wall. She took off her jeans and panties and put back her jeans. She came to Raj and said, “Take my love. Here is your gift.”
Raj smelled it and said, “Thanks, Jaaneman. I love you so much.” He went, and Anjali started crossing the slum area, unaware that two shabby-looking shadows were following him. These two shadows had seen her taking off her panties and were now behind her.
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