Anjali’s Surrender – Part 4 (The Washer man)

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In the last part, we read about the ugly, perverted neighbour of Anjali. He took her into the washerman’s room of society, fucked her and then left her. As she opened her eyes, she saw the washerman. He was the owner of that room.

Sitting in front of her, he wickedly smiled and asked her to give service to him too. Now further.

Anjali’s eyes popped out, and she screamed, “What the hell do you think of yourself? I am a reputed woman in this society. Let me go.”

The man said, “Ok then, let me call the people of your society. They must see how reputed you are.” Saying this, he turned towards the door.

Anjali quickly got up and held his arm. She stopped him and said, “Please, Bhaiya, I am not that kind of a woman. He cheated me and brought me here. If the people of society come to know, my life will be spoiled. Let me go, please.”

The man replied, “Mem-Sahab, either you make me happy, or else I will have to call the people. Now you decide what you want to do.” Saying this, he stood near the closed door.

Anjali started thinking. He had no option other than agreeing to his proposal. Moreover, who else would know about this? The evil woman inside her started making her pussy wet again. She told the man, “Ok, But promise me that you will never tell this to anyone.”

He nodded his head, and Anjali sat on the bed. She was wearing her lehenga and had covered her body with the bed sheet. The washerman closed the door. His room was warm and cosy.

He looked at her and said, “Mem Sahab, let us get in the mood first.” He took out a small bottle of cheap whiskey. He poured it into 2 glasses and offered Anjali a glass. Anjali hesitated, but he told her, “Take it, Mem Sahab. You will have better fun after taking it.”

The evil woman inside her tempted her to do as he told her. She took the glass and gulped it. Felt a fireball had travelled from her throat to her belly. She closed her eyes, and he filled her glass again. She said, “No, I am done.” He replied, “Mem Sahab take this. After this one, you will be in heaven.”

Anjali gulped the second glass too. Within minutes she felt immense heat inside her. Her pussy had started dripping, and her eyes turned red. She was feeling so erotic. In the meantime, he lit a beedi, puffed it and exhaled the smoke at her face. “Oh, my,” Anjali’s eyes closed with pleasure.

Another puff and smoke all over her face, and Anjali was out of her senses. She threw the bed sheet making the top of her body naked and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Do it again.” He puffed the beedi again and threw the smoke on her face. “Hmmm,” closing her eyes, she moaned.

Her head went back, and her breasts lifted, bringing her nipple near his face. He bent, and she felt the hairs of his moustache rubbing over her areola. She felt the warmth of his lips and tongue encircling her soft pinkish-white nipple. “Suck it, man, suck them,” came out of her mouth.

He had filled his big mouth with almost half of her 38-sized breast. His tongue rolled over her nipple and areola. His lips pressed as if a baby was sucking her nipple. “Oh, yes, it’s wonderful. Suck it, darling.” Anjali’s head was swinging back, and her hands were wrapped around his neck.

He held her waist and now was sucking both her breasts one by one. Anjali took both of them in her hands and pushed them inside his mouth. Her act made him turn into a beast. He was hissing while sucking both her breasts. “Your breasts are so beautiful. I will eat them.”

Anjali kept pushing them one by one in his mouth and sucked them hard like mangoes. “Mem sahab, you are so beautiful. I am going to eat these boobs.” He sucked them and licked them all over her breasts, underarms and inner arms.

The aroma of her perfume mixed with the sweat on her underarms turned him into a beast. He hissed and licked her underarms like a wild animal. He pinched her nipples and kneaded her breasts so hard that his finger marks were on them.

Anjali was screaming with pleasure. “Oh, you animal, you beast, lick me, suck me. Don’t stop. Suck them hard.” Suddenly he got up and opened his dhoti. His cock was almost 8 inches long and 6 inches fat. He sat on the table and told Anjali to bend on her knees.

Anjali was already high. She just came on her knees and, holding his big cock encircled her lips over its dripping head. She moaned and started licking the head with her tongue. Her tongue swirled all over it while her head moved around. She sucked it, moving her tongue to feel all its edges.

She moaned and opened her lips more. She gulped the entire length inside her mouth and started stroking it with her mouth. Her face moved to and fro. Her fingers were wrapped around his fat cock, and she took his entire tool deep into her throat.

His eyes were closed, and he was murmuring, “Oh yes, Mem Sahab, you do it so well. Suck me. I am dying. Mem Sahab, don’t stop, don’t stop, please.”

Anjali kept on stroking his cock and sucking it. She could feel him shivering with pleasure, and he was screaming. “I am cumming, ahh.” He screamed and exploded inside her mouth. It was in gallons and filled her mouth completely and from the sides of her lips.

She coughed and threw it all over the floor. Tears flowed out of her eyes, and his thick cum was still spread over her face. She lay down for a few minutes and then got up. The washerman was snoring at his table. He was drunk, and Anjali had probably given him a heavy dose of satisfaction.

His limp cock was hanging on one side. Anjali tried to wake him up, but he didn’t. As if she had given him an overdose of pleasure. Both her holes were filled. The pussy with the ugly neighbour’s cum and her mouth with the cum of a washerman.

She dressed up and quickly went out. But forgot to notice that the CC TV of the society was recording her going to the washerman’s room and coming out too.

To be continued.

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