Previous Part: Anjali’s Surrender – Part 7 (The Woman in Love)
Till now, we read how Anjali had lustful wild sex with her boyfriend Raj in the jungles. To maintain secrecy, she asked him to drop her at the back of her society so she could walk through the slum area and reach home. But she didn’t know that two shadows had started following her in the slum area.
The slum colony was dark as there was a power cut, and no one was out in winter. One could only hear the dogs barking at a distance. As Anjali turned the corner, suddenly, her mouth was pressed by a hand holding handkerchief. The next second, she was lifted by two persons holding her arms and legs.
She struggled to move her hands and legs but all in vain. Her body was in the air. Within the next minute or two, they entered a dark hall lighted by only a lantern and made her sit on the chair. They tied her hands and legs and her mouth too.
She was helpless and scared, too and didn’t even know where she was. A man was sitting in the corner. All Anjali could see was that he had a big face with thick moustaches and a heavy build. His colour was dark, and he looked like a local dada.
He wore a white cotton shirt and white pants with a thick gold chain on his neck. Three buttons of his shirt were open, and she could see his broad hairy chest.
Three persons who brought her were addressing him, “Salaam Pasha ustaad. Aaj aape liye ek fadakta hua maal laaye hain. Dekho mast chikni hai, bhai.” (Greetings, Pasha boss, today we have brought a lovely chick for you. She is damn smooth, boss.)
Pasha: Hmmm, kahan se utha laaye isko? (Hmmm, from where have you brought her?)
One of the three persons: Ustaad ye apne yaar ke saath maje karke aa rahi thi. Aur jaate time usko apni chaddhi bhi utaar kar dee, raat bhar isko yaad karne ke liye. Humne socha ki uske paas to chaddhi rahegi, isko aapke paas le chalet hain. Garam to ye hai hi.
(Boss, she was coming after enjoying herself with her boyfriend, and she even gave him her panties. We thought that if he has her panties, you must have her for the night.)
Pasha: Hmmmm, ye lo. Jaao, aish karo. (Hmmm, take this, go and enjoy)
He threw a bundle of notes to them. They caught it, wished him salaam (greetings) and went away happily, closing the door. Anjali was inspecting the place. It was scrap goods godown with all scrap lying everywhere. The place was full of the smell of burnt diesel and rotten canvasses.
Pasha brought his chair near Anjali, sat in front of her, and said, “Khobsurat to bohut hai tu, aur apne yaar ke saath maze karke aayi hai. Bole to garam bhi hai. Thoda mazaa mujhe bhi de de na aur fir chali jaana. Agar nahi maanegi to yahaan bachaane koi aayega nahi tujhe.”
(You are damn beautiful. You have also enjoyed yourself with your boyfriend, which means you are wet too. Please give me some enjoyment, and then I will let you go. If you don’t agree, then no one will come here for your rescue.)
Anjali, by now, had realized that it was useless to get free without giving pleasure to this bulldozer. Somewhere the slut inside her also started convincing her to the new fun. So she moved her face as if she wanted to say something. Pasha untied her mouth.
She confidently spoke, “Aise haath pair moonh baandh kar maze lega kya? Zabardasti maze lene me koi mazaa nahi aane waala. Agar izzat se maze lene hon to pehle mujhe khol.” (Do you want to enjoy yourself like this, with my hands and mouth tied? You cannot enjoy it forcefully. If you want to enjoy, then first untie me.)
Pasha said, “Agar tune shor machaaya to? (What if you start shouting?)
Anjali laughed loudly and said, “Shor machana hota to ab tak macha deti. Mere mobile me location aa rahi hogi meri. Agar thodi der aur maine apne ghar me na bataaya to mere ghar waale police lekar mujhe dhoondne niklenge aur tu gaya. Chal ab mujhe khol taaki main apne ghar par bol doon ki raat ko nahi aaugi. Fir dikhaati hun tujhe ki mazaa hota kya hai.”
(If I wanted to scream, I would have done it until now. If I don’t call my house for more time, my family will start searching for me with the police. Come on now, untie me so that I tell my family that I won’t come in the night, then I will give you real fun.)
Anjali’s confidence worked. Pasha was like a meek dog in front of her. He opened her hands and legs too. Anjali got up and holding his collar showed her wrist to him and said, “Saale ganwaar, aise bulaate hain aurat ko pyaar karne ke liye?” (You are uncouth. Is this the way you treat a woman for getting fun?)
Pasha was equally a dominating man. He held Anjali’s hand and kissing her wrist, he said, “Pehli baar zabardasti bulaana padaa, sorry. Tujhe itna pyaar karunga aaj ki agli baar tu khud aayegi.” (I am sorry, being the first time I had to bring you like this. I will give you so much fun that you will come to me on your own next time.)
His reply made Anjali blush, and she rested her head on his open chest, rolling her fingers on his chest. Might be the slut in her had accepted him as her man for the night. Pasha sat on the chair. He took Anjali’s face between his fat hands and brought it near his face.
Their warm breath hit each other’s faces. The smell of alcohol on his breath made Anjali mad. Her eyes closed in anticipation of him taking her control. She felt his moustache rubbing over her lips. The next moment, her soft pink lips were in the captivity of his fat hard lips.
Pasha was chewing her lips with his fat lips. His tongue was trying to open her mouth, which she readily did. Within a fraction of a second, his long darting tongue went deep inside her mouth. She started sucking with her lips and tongue.
Her soft lips were already engulfed with his lips. He was sucking them like a soft gel candy. She was busy sucking her long rough tongue, exploring her mouth deep to her throat. Their breathing was going high, and it could be heard in the whole goods down.
His hands roamed over her back, and she liked his hands’ rough, manly touch. She had started getting wet with his kiss and touch. His fingers moved all over her spine. As he touched the strap of her brassiere, he went mad and started chewing Anjali’s lips.
Anjali was surrendering to this man with full willingness as she loved his strong touch on her body. She sat on his thigh and could feel his bulge pressing her thighs. She moved her hand from his shoulder to his hand and held his hand. She guided it inside her pullover.
“Oh, my,” she wanted this beast to touch and knead her. He kept chewing her lips. His tongue went deeper inside her mouth as he excitedly touched her body. His hands started kneading her soft flesh over her waist and belly. He pushed his finger inside her oval-shaped deep belly button.
His finger moved in and out of her navel as if he wanted to fuck it. Anjali was moaning and moving her lips around. She was welcoming his tongue inside her mouth. She rolled her soft tongue over his tongue, licking it up, down, and sides.
Her lustful tongue was looking for every drop of saliva in his mouth. He had already given her tongue to her, and his hand was moving all over her naked back, pulling and releasing her bra strap. This beast had gone mad with the lovely barbie he had got tonight.
Suddenly he lifted her pullover over her head and held her arms up. The lovely aroma of her sweat mixed with her perfume reached his nose. He looked hungrily at her armpit. There were very small brown hairs on her armpits.
Anjali shivered at the thought of what he was up to. But before she could react, his lips and teeth had started sucking her soft white armpit. His tongue moved all over her armpit, and his inner arms slurped. He licked her armpit like a hungry dog. He turned her, and now her body was open to him.
He started licking her armpits one by one, moving his tongue all over them and on her inner arms and the sides of her 38-sized melons. His lips squeezed, trying to suck the juices. His tongue slurped all over like a dog, growling and licking her.
Anjali, not able to control herself, was shivering with pleasure. Making meek and useless efforts to get out of his grip, but she never wanted to. His rough moustaches rubbing her soft white flesh were taking her to heaven. She moaned, “Oh, man, fuck yes, do it, darling, aah, uff.”
His hands went back, and with a jerk, he opened the hook of her brassiere. Her 38-sized melons got free. He lifted her brassiere and took her breasts in his fat rough hands. Lifting one of them, he opened his mouth wide and took almost half of it.
“Oh!” screamed Anjali as his rough darting tongue started moving over her areola and nipple. Her nipple got erect. He was sucking it like a grape and rolling his tongue all over her areola. Anjali held his head with her hands. Taking her head back, she pushed her breasts more into his mouth.
“Oh, yes, haan choos Pasha choos. Ah, saale mast choos raha hai, uff, maza aa raha hai mere raja choos zor se.” (Suck them, Pasha, suck them, you suck so well, it feels so nice darling, suck them hard.)
Pasha got wilder with her words. He shifted his mouth one by one to both her boobs, sucking them hard with his tongue and lips. His long darting tongue rolled almost over her entire melon at one time. Its roughness rubbed over her nipple, swelling like a swollen red grape full of juices.
Anjali was mad now. She opened his shirt and started kissing his broad hairy chest madly over his shoulders. She took one of his big dark nipples inside her mouth and sucked it with her soft lips. Pasha pushed her head more on his nipple.
“Oh, saali randi, ah, choos inko, ahh, bohut mazedaar maal hai tu meri jaan.” (Oh, you slut, suck them. You are such a wonderful chick, baby.) She sucked his nipples one by one and even gave lovely bites on them. She was hot now, in fact, a bitch in heat.
She pulled her jeans down, opened his pants, and pulled them down too. He had a dark black 8 inches monster almost 7 inches fat. It sprang out like a hot rod. Spreading her legs apart, she placed her pussy on his cock and pressed it.
“Oh, my god, ah, fad di saale tune.” (Oh, my god, you have torn my pussy.) She wasn’t able to press more due to pain. It felt to her as if a fat hot rod had torn her vagina and was piercing inside. Pasha held her shoulders and pressed her body down.
Anjali’s eyes popped out with pleasure and pain. Her mouth was wide open, and she put her head on his shoulder. He lifted her with her thighs. His cock, still inside her cunt, took her and made her sit on a dirty diesel drum. She sat on the drum, her hands wrapped around his neck and her legs spread around his waist.
He started pushing his cock deeper inside her pussy. She was biting her lower lip, and he was fucking her cunt, although slowly so that she didn’t get much pain. He took her face in his hand and asked, “Dard ho raha hai meri jaan?” (Is it hurting, my doll?)
She replied, “Thoda thoda, par tu kar le raja. Aaj tujhe poora mazaa doongi.” (Yes darling, a little bit. But you do. I will give you real enjoyment today.) He said, “Tujhe dard dekar choda to pyaar kahan hua.” (I don’t want to fuck you in pain, baby.) Saying this, he stopped moving his cock.
It was half inside her cunt. He opened her mouth, pressed her cheeks, and pushed his tongue deep inside. Anjali started sucking his long rough tongue like candy. Their saliva was mixing in their mouth, giving extreme pleasure. Within a few seconds, her pussy started dripping.
She started moving her waist to and fro. Pasha understood that she was prepared now. He held her waist and gave a full shot entering his entire monster inside her pussy. “Hmmmmm,” was all she could speak as her mouth was covered with his lips.
He pulled it out, then pushed it in, and kept doing it. Her pussy was fully wet, and the hall was filled with thump sounds. He was kissing her deep, and at the same time, his cock was ramming her soft pussy. All the lips of her body were occupied and used by this devil.
She looked like a tiny bird trapped in the strong arms of this bull. Their bodies were drenched with sweat. He was moving his hips fast now, fucking her in speed. Anjali had wrapped her arms around his neck.
Her legs on his waist were screaming high, “Ah, chod mere raja, bohut mazaa aa raha hai, aah saale faad di meri choot, karta reh raja.” (Oh, my darling fuck me, it feels so nice, tear my pussy, fuck me hard, keep on doing, honey.) He was banging her cunt hard and hard.
Suddenly he hugged her tight and started kissing all over her face and shoulders. He said, “tere andar gira lene de jaan meri, poora mazaa de de. Baahar nikalne ka man nahi hai.” (I want to cum inside you, doll. I don’t want to pull it out.)
Anjali said, “Gira de meri jaan. Meri choot bhi to pyasi hai tere maal ki, gira de, main dekh loongi.” (Yes, my darling, cum inside me. My pussy is so thirsty for your semen, cum inside me, darling, I will handle it.)
Suddenly their bodies shivered, and both of them exploded together. He was shooting his semen right into her womb. Her womb welcomed it, opening the petals of her flowers. They remained in a hugging position for a few minutes. He was softly kissing her all over her shoulders, licking her sweat.
She was resting her head on his hairy chest, drenched with sweat. His manly aroma was not letting her leave him. Her feminine fragrance made him feel to keep this soft chick in his arms forever.
After some time, she got up and asked him, “Ab jaaun ya baandh kar rakhega mujhe?” ( Now, can I go? Or do you want to keep me tied here only.)
He said, “Baandh to tune liya hai meri jaan apne pyaar me. Aayegi naa dobaara mujhse milne?” (In fact, you have tied me with your love, baby. Will you come next time?)
She saw two little tears in his eyes. A woman’s love can melt even a rock. Anjali came near him and, sitting on his thighs, rolled her fingers in his hair. Kissed him on his lips.
She said, “Tujhe lagta hai nahi aaungi? Tera pyaar jab bhi chahiye hoga lene aaungi. Par saale ab is chutiya jagah par mat bulaana.” (Do you think I won’t come? Whenever I need your love, I will come for sure. But please don’t call me in this rotten place again.)
He looked at her and kissed her passionately. She said, “Ab itni raat ko ghar kaise jaaungi akeli bol?” ( Now, how will I go home alone at this time of night? Tell me.)
Pasha took his phone and called his boys, “Ae ladka log, 2-3 log aao aur apni bhabhi ko ghar chhorkar aao. Ye apun ki raani hai, samjhe?” (Boys, 2-3 of you come here immediately and drop her at home. Now she is my darling, understood?)
The person from that side said, “Ji ustaad, samajh gaya.” (Yes, boss. We have understood.)
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