Previous Part: Anjali’s Surrender – Part 1
Anjali was holding the piece of paper in her hand. It was drenched with the cum of that man and her orgasm. She once brought it close to her face. “Ummm,” the aroma was enough to make her lips wet again.
But now she was in a playful mood. She wore her black sleeveless Jockey Sports bra and pink Nike tennis skirt and went to the balcony again. The ugly man was still there, in his lungi and bare chest. He had dark skin with a narrow line of hairs from his chest to his pubic region and blackish-brown nipples.
Anjali looked at him, and he smiled wickedly at her. Anjali’s face rose with arrogance. She crushed the piece of paper in her hand and threw it on that man’s face. He bent down, picked it up, and brought it close to his nose. He could smell her orgasm.
He again smiled wickedly. He took another piece of paper, wrote something on it and, wrapping it on the previous paper, threw it back to Anjali. “How dare he?” Anjali spoke to herself.
But with anger, she picked up the paper and read. “Give me your wet panties instead of this useless piece of paper,” was written on it. Anjali’s face became red. “What the hell is he trying to do? Does he think I m his slut?” She came inside the room in anger. But the anger lasted in seconds.
The evil woman in her wanted the game to go further. So Anjali went into the washroom, picked up her used pink panties, and went to the balcony. She was not able to lift her face. The man was laughing like a pervert. She threw her panties at him and stood there looking at him.
He grabbed her panties, brought them near his nose and pushed his hand inside his lungi. “Oh, my God.” Anjali’s eyes popped up. He had wrapped her panties on his cock and was now masturbating. “Hard, Hard and Hard.”
He came within a few minutes. He wiped off his cum with her panties and then threw them back to her. He gestured for her to wear them, laughed and went inside. Anjali picked up her panties with shame and went to the washroom. She undressed and wore the panties he had thrown at her.
She could feel his sticky cum on her pussy lips and her eyes closed with pleasure. She rolled her fingers over her panties, collecting his cum on them and pushed her fingers in her mouth. Her tongue rolled over her fingers. She again rubbed her fingers on her panties and took them in her mouth.
It tasted salty, but the slut inside her was awake. “ I love it. I need it. Hmmm, I love it.” She moaned and started squeezing her melons hard. She slapped on her nipples, squeezed them, pulled them and licked her fingers. She wanted more and more of it.
She slid her panties and pushed all four fingers inside her pussy, and started masturbating. “Oh, my God, make me your slut. You ugly dog, I am yours, make me your bitch, fuck me fuck me. I want to be your slave.”
Her fingers moved rapidly in and out of her pussy. Her other hand pulled her nipples as she moaned, “My God, you ugly dog, you bastard, fuck me hard. I am cumming.” Anjali exploded on her hand, and her head went back.
She was breathing hard, and her whole body was sweating. She went on breathing hard for a while. Then wore her Jockey bra and skirt and came out of the washroom. Her hubby was awake and was sitting on the sofa.
Anjali’s thirst was not over. She wanted more of it. After all, masturbation is artificial. Anjali came and stood in front of her hubby. He could see drops of sweat all over her body. She looked very sexy, dressed in a baby pink tennis skirt and a black Jockey Sports Bra.
He looked at her with greed as he could see her eyes red. Anjali bent down. Her hubby could smell the aroma of her sweat and could hear her heavy breathing. She opened her saliva-coated lips, took his upper lip between them, and started sucking it softly.
Her hubby also started responding and started sucking her lower lip. Soon this sucking turned into chewing. They were chewing each other’s lips with their tongues swirling like serpents in each other’s mouths.
Their moaning sounds started turning the environment of the room erotic. He pushed his hand inside her skirt, and to his amazement, she was wet inside. His fingers could easily find a way between her soft protruding vaginal lips.
They were still kissing, and his fingers started moving vertically fucking her pussy. She started moaning hard and hard. Her hips moved up and down as if assisting his fingers to fuck her. It was too much for him also to control.
He got up and pushed her onto the sofa. He lifted her legs, and her skirt was in the air quickly. He looked at her pinkish-brown pussy with a beastly hunger. Spreading her legs apart, he came on his knees and pushed his lips on her pussy.
“Aah, Baby, suck it, suck it, darling, push your tongue. I want to cum, baby.” His tongue had easily found a way inside her cunt. It was collecting all the nectar from inside, drop by drop. She squeezed her melons with her hands and was screaming.
“Do it, fuck me with your tongue. I love it, darling.” He got up and removed his shorts. She could see his 6 inches cock hanging and dripping. He turned and, spreading her legs again, started sucking her cunt. His cock was near her face, dripping.
She held it, and opening her lips, she took the pinkish-white head. Her tongue rolled over its head, tasting his precum spread. He was still chewing her pussy lips, and his tongue rolled like a beast all over her pussy and thighs.
The room was filled with these sounds. She started sucking his cock harder, taking the entire shaft in her mouth and moving it in and out. Her hands were moving circularly, churning it.
She squeezed her cheeks and sucked it. His tongue moved all over her pussy and thighs, licking every part. Suddenly she took the entire shaft inside her mouth. He started moving his tongue over the peak of her cunt, and she screamed.
She exploded in his mouth. At the same time, his back also arched, and his shaft released a thick load of cum inside her mouth. He fixed his lips on her cunt, licking every drop of her nectar. She was coughing but gulping all his load in her throat.
Their bodies were drenched with cum and sweat as they lay breathing hard. He was satisfied. She was too, but still missing the aroma of the CUM of that ugly man.
To be continued.