Disclaimer: The things I do in the stories don’t always work. Every lady is built differently physically and mentally. So respect them and their wishes. Take everything in this story, like all my stories – with a grain of salt.
Now to the story,
I was masturbating over a video call with my Tamil friend. Just then, I got a text from a lady that I had been trying to fuck for two years. She works at my college, is married and is in her late 40s probably. I flirt with her whenever I go to college for hall tickets.
Her text read, “Supplementary Hall tickets are being issued. Come take it.”
I replied, “Should I bring chocolate?”
She said, “Yes.”
It was about to rain, but the dick said, “We want this excitement, let’s go!” Halfway through the journey, it started raining. It pissed me off. I thought to myself, “This journey better be worth it.”
But luck wasn’t going to be kind to me, well, sort of.
After reaching the place, her colleague told me that she had left for home early. Now I was furious. I decided to ride through the rain.
On my way home, I hit a red light. I was waiting impatiently for it to turn green. I noticed a lady in her late 40s or 50s, all drenched wet – waving at me. I was sure that this lady was some beggar trying to look for money. But my dick went, “We need pussy, take the chance.”
My dick has a history of getting me in both good and bad situations. This was, luckily, a good one. I signalled, asking her what she needed. Lady started walking towards me with the entire signal, looking at us. I was a bit embarrassed, but dick didn’t care.
Lady says in a Telangana Telugu dialect, “Bidda, please drop me off at the next bus stop. My knees are hurting me a lot.”
She hopped on without waiting for my permission and held onto me. Lady was soaking wet. I could see her fat thighs and medium-sized boobs through her clothes, the outline of them. My dick was throbbing!
We started as soon as the signal hit the green. Lady started wailing as soon as we hit a bit of deserted road. “My husband’s in the hospital, and not a person came to see us.”
Looking at the shitty day I had, I had no interest in consoling anyone. So I just yelled at her as I pulled her arms around my waist, “Hey! Shut up and hold on tight, or I’ll drop you off right here!”
She didn’t stop and continued wailing about her husband being sick. Now, I lost my cool and went, “Hey! Shut your mouth, it’s already raining, and my dick is up. If you don’t stop now, I’ll drop you up right here.”
She became quiet and asked me, “Where?” as I started feeling her hand looking for my cock. I grabbed her hand and pointed her in the right direction by saying, “Not there! Here!”
She started fondling it over my pants. I said, “Grab it tight.” I noticed that we had passed a bus stop, and she hadn’t asked me to stop. I realized I was probably going to be beaten up and robbed. But I was too mad, horny and broken to care. I asked her, “Bus stop, or should I stop somewhere else?”
She replied, “My home is nearby. Let’s go there.” The whole thing seemed shady, but I honestly didn’t care. We stopped at a construction site’s labour sheds. She was a labourer. Class and looks don’t matter to me.
I started following her to her shed in the rain. Her tent had no door, just a curtain. The tent smelled like the ration shop’s rice. She went in there, and I followed her in.
She asked me, “Will you drop me back at that signal?”
I said, “Sure. First, change into something dry.”
She looked away from me and started undressing. It wasn’t a surprise looking at the size of her tent. I went close to her and pulled her close. The wind wasn’t helping the curtain do its job, let alone the door’s job.
I pulled my pants down as she asked, “Do you have it?” She was referring to condoms. I always carried atleast one with me because of my maniac sex drive. I said, “Ha, yes,” as she caressed my cock. I didn’t like her much, looks-wise.
But the toe rings and her mangalsutra drove me mad and got me hard in no time. Her sick husband’s pic on the wall was only making me more horny. The thought of fucking someone else’s wife and, on top of that, a sick dude’s wife – was very hot.
She said, “Make it quick. I have to go back to the hospital with his lunch.”
She lay on the ground, yes, ground, but a levelled one. I wanted to make it quick. I pulled her saree towards her belly to get a view of her pussy. Her pussy was shaved for some reason. She took her bra off. I slid a condom on my cock and got on top of her. She said, “Oh, slow!”
I smiled at her and slowly slid my cock in her pussy. I started pumping it slowly as I looked at the view of the road from her shed. I noticed a guy walking over from the road towards the sheds. I whispered it to her, but she said, “Don’t stop. It’s okay.”
I shifted my focus towards her and started pumping her hard. I saw the shadow of that person fall on us. To distract myself, I put my head down low as I increased the pace of my thrusts. She was moaning, “Amma! Amma! Ayya! It’s there, take it and leave.”
I assumed it was for that person. As soon as I heard that, I started fucking her harder. I looked at her husband’s pic, and I asked her, “What happened to your husband?” My wet body was pumping her married pussy. She said, “Amma! I don’t know!.”
I realized that the lady was in the zone now. I took my cock out and tried to instruct her to get on her knees. She resisted, saying, “No! My knees can’t take it.”
I said, “Hey! Turn around!”
She reluctantly did. I placed my jacket under her knees. Her ass was dark, blotchy and very tight. I pulled her saree off completely. She had a really fit body and fucked up feet. Her thighs weren’t fat but were of pure muscle. She yelled, “Do it quick. We need to go back!”
I didn’t like her tone. I smacked her ass as she said, “Oh, quick, please.” I slid my cock in her and got on my feet. I started the jackhammering doggy style as I pulled her head back by her hair. As I was doing that, I noticed the guy peeping at us fucking. I was too much in the zone to care.
I got madder and got on top of her till her knees collapsed. With a scream, she fell to the ground. “Ayo!” she exclaimed.
Luckily, it was in the middle of the day, and everyone was at work. I wasn’t done. I kept mowing her from behind. We weren’t in any form making love, we were fucking!
I pulled her hair back and asked her, “Should I stop?”
She said a stern, “No.”
I flipped her over and put her legs over my shoulders as I consoled her. “Almost done.”
Leaning close to her, I started the final pumps. We smooched, and I bit her lips tight as the pace of my thrusts got harder. I felt the climax approaching. I covered her mouth and started giving her long and hard strokes as I finally finished with my dick in her pussy.
She was lying there, hurting with aches all over. I asked her as I was dressing up, “Who’s that man out there?” She exclaimed, “He saw it again?”
I realized this wasn’t a drama I wanted to be a part of. I changed the subject and asked her to dress up so that I could drop her off at the hospital.
She said, “I’ll go tomorrow, but can you give me 1000 for tomorrow?”
I realized that I was honey-trapped.
I said, “Sure. Is my bike safe out there? I can’t see it.”
She said, “Yes, don’t worry!”
I said, “I’ll check just to be sure.”
I went out, got on my bike and never looked back. I could hear her yell abuse at me, “Arey! Lanjakodaka!”(In Telugu) (Son of a bitch!)
Tip: Never get fully naked while fucking sex workers/whores.
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