Anjali got up from the bed and went to the kitchen. She took a cup of tea and went to the terrace. She thought of the previous night. Her hubby fucked her nicely but it was not enough. He was sleeping and she could still feel an erotic sensation between the lips of her pussy. She wanted more of it.
Her arms closed and pressed her soft 36-sized melons between them, rubbing them. Anjali was not wearing anything under the light pink t-shirt. Her brown nipples became erect. Her big areola and those erect nipples were visible through the cloth of her t-shirt.
The cool morning breeze brushed over them and she felt erotic. A soft moan came out of her lips.
The tea was finished and as she turned, she saw an ugly man standing on the next balcony staring at her and smiling. He was of medium height and was wearing only a lungi. He smiled wickedly looking at Anjali as his left hand massaged his semi-erect cock over the lungi.
Anjali was shocked and she ran inside the room. She breathed heavily. She was scared but after a few moments, she felt a bit erotic from inside! Her body was scanned by that ugly stranger man, the very thought was enough to give a feeling of “Ufffffff God.”
Something inside her wanted her to have the pleasure of being watched, being intimidated and her feet got dragged toward the window. She sneaked out and found the man still standing there and looking toward her balcony as if he was confident of her coming again.
Her mind wanted some erotic pleasure. Despite her mind stopping her, she stepped slowly onto the balcony. The man was still standing there. She looked all around and then turned her eyes toward him and he smiled wickedly. She turned her face away but as she looked at him again, he made a gesture asking her to turn toward him.
“How can he do that? He is such a wicked man,” thought Anjali but she could feel a drop of nectar dripping inside her cotton pants. Her mind went out of control and she turned toward him. He made a gesture asking her to bend her arms again to squeeze her melons and she followed his command.
Her arms came together and her boobs got pressed between them exposing her erect nipples and areola through her tee shirt. Her head was bent down with shame. A stranger was using her as an owned woman to him and she was doing it…Why? Was not known to her.
He asked her to keep standing like that and inserted his hand inside the lungi. She could see that he was staring at her soft white boobs with large pinkish brown nipples and started masturbating. His hand started stroking fast as his eyes were stuck on Anjali’s nipples. She could feel the heat inside her. She was helping a stranger to masturbate and that too by looking at her body.
His hand was moving fast and suddenly he asked her with a gesture to lift her tee shirt. She hesitated and saw the anger in his eyes. He again gestured and the slut inside her commanded her to obey him.
Anjali looked around to make sure that nobody was there and lifted her tee shirt a bit so that the base of the milky white boobs was visible. She saw his hand moving faster as he looked hungrily at her boobs. Suddenly, his body jerked and she could feel that he had cum.
He pulled out his hand and Anjali saw his hand wrapped with his thick white cum. He wiped it with a piece of newspaper and threw the paper onto Anjali’s balcony.
“Ohhh God,” it was such a shame for Anjali to be used by a stranger for his pleasure. She felt like a slut, a slave to this man. But still, the erotic woman inside her compelled her to bend and pick up that piece of paper.
Anjali lifted it and looked at the man who gestured to bring that paper to her lips and kiss it. Anjali felt like slapping that man but an unknown force persuaded her to bring the paper to her lips!
The strong aroma of a man’s cum made her mad and she held her near her nostrils, breathing heavily, eyes closed with pleasure. Suddenly she ran inside her flat with the piece of paper still in her hand.
Anjali straightaway went to her bathroom, locked it from inside and got undressed. Holding the paper near her face, she pushed a finger inside her pussy and started moving it in and out. Her pussy lips were wet and almost dripping. The smell of that man’s cum further aggravated the heat inside her and she started going mad. She was kissing that piece of paper and her two fingers were now moving in and out of her vagina.
She was moaning hard, “Ufffffff, Aaaahhhhh, Ummmmmmm, Ummmmm Ahhhhhhh Ah Ah Ah Ah, Ummmmmm, mmyyyy myyyyyyy..” her other hand was rubbing that paper all over her body, on her face, her lips, her breasts, nipples, stomach and thighs but she was still mad.
The aroma was making her mad and her fingers were moving fast inside her vagina. The bathroom was filled with the sounds of, “Fuscchhh, Fuschhh, Fuschhhh..” She was fucking herself hard with her fingers and making sounds, “Ahhhh Ahhhhh Ahhhhhh Uffffff Uffffff, Mujhe chodo, please chod do, Ahhhhh Ahhh Ahhhhhh, ummmmm.”
Suddenly, she pushed her fingers deep inside her vagina, pulled them out and then pushed them deep inside and pulled. Within a few seconds, she came heavily on her hand. Her body jerked and her back rested on the wall. Her eyes were closed and she wiped her own cum also with the same piece of paper, mixing both the cum together, feeling the pleasure of reaching that man through her orgasm.
Anjali’s sex journey will be continued.
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