Misc. Erotica Indian wife plays with construction workers (how it should have ended)

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[koolmaan]

WHAT IF …... (Ep6)
 
Lusty Pheonix.
 
Purva was walking back and forth in her living room, contemplating the fact that Rasul had
just stepped back into her “normal life”. but was it normal or was it boring? yes, she was bored of daily routine. She missed the thrill of the adventures she had with Sajid and other men. she wanted it now, more than ever. Her dull routine made her reminisce about the times she had with Sajid and his friends. She loved how Sajid had broken her shell and turned her into a slut. She missed those thrilling adventures, she wanted it all over again.
 
Tarun returned from office. Apu was on his phone. Sameer was playing and running around as usual. Purva had made dinner. All of them had dinner and slept. A regular normal day for everyone. Except Purva.
 
As regularly, the next morning she made breakfast and served them. She waited for Rasul to show up. she saw him walking towards B wing and she had worn a sleeveless top and a ankle length gown. She thought it was modest. But men think otherwise.
 
It was 11.30am. the bell rang. it was Rasul at the door. Purva, opened the door. Rasul walked straight inside without even asking her. Purva had been experienced this before. She got reminded of Sajid. She smiled for a moment, thinking that Rasul had come to rescue her from her boring life. as soon as he took seat she changed to her poker face. Her kinky mind was telling her “ lets have some fun with this stud”.
 
Rasul: So the kids have gone to summer camp?
 
Purva: Yes.
 
Rasul: you had your breakfast?
 
Purva: Yes.
 
Rasul falls into silence. He takes out his phone and goes on about watching those annoying cringy reels.
 
Purva was bewildered at this behaviour from Rasul.
 
Purva: I’ll get you some coffee.
 
Rasul: But make it a cold one
 
Rasul said as if he owned the place. Purva notices this as she had seen similar behaviour from saijd. Purva wanted to be slutty and have her old slice of nice life back, but she did want to come as desperate for it. she wanted to Rasul to make his move.
 
She walked into the kitchen. she knew form her memories that now Rasul would pounce on her now.  she got the coffee done but waited for longer than usual. She hadn’t put the ice cubes. she as waiting for Rasul to enter the kitchen and garb her by the waist. But that did not happen, she added the 2 ice cubes and walked out of the kitchen.
 
Rasul was patiently waiting for his cold coffee. Purva stood in front of him and bent a little modestly and gave him the glass of cold coffee.
 
Rasul and Purva’s eyes locked on each other. Purva sat in the adjacent sofa chair and looked at Rasul sipping the coffee.
 
Purva: so how are the kids?
 
Rasul: fine.
 
Purva: Wife.
 
Rasul: she is fine too.
 
Purva: What is her name?
 
Rasul: Shabana.
 
Purva: What does it mean?
 
Rasul: belonging to the night.
 
Purva: very interesting.
 
Rasul shows her a picture of him and his family on his phone.
 
Purva: Nice. Cute kids you have.
 
Purva gives him his phone back,
 
Rasul sipping on his coffee.
 
Rasul: you seem very well settled yourself. Living the quiet life, I see. After much of the action I thought your life would be different.
 
Purva: wild guess. But I enjoy this life now. my kids, my husband they love me. That is the only love I will need for now.
 
Purva trying to show him that she is content with her life. but in her mind she desperately wants it, but is doesn’t want to be the one to start it.
 
Rasul finishes his coffee. And gives the empty glass to Purva.
 
Purva gets up and walks into the kitchen.
 
Rasul follows her after a minute or so.
 
He watches Purva from behind as she is washing the glass at the Kitchen sink. He walk up behind her and grabs her ass.
 
Purva jerks slightly but continues to do her work. Rasul now exploring her ass from above the fabric. Moves his to the front. He rubs his erection through his trousers on her ass between her ass cheeks. Slightly moving his hands from her belly to her boobs.
 
Purva taking all the motion starts getting restless but still composed to clean the things that she used to make the coffee.
 
Rasul with one hand moves her hair aside and exposes her backs of the neck. He goes near her neck and slightly touches with his lips, his burly beard scratches a little on her soft skin, sending shivers through her body. Purva gets goosebumps all over. Rasul kisses only softly and retreats. He now puts his left hand on the crotch and his right one still on her breast. He starts rubbing over her crotch. He becomes successful in finding her lips and starts rubbing over the fabric. The tingling sensation of getting her pussy lips rubbed and that too from another man, sends another wave of shivers through Purva’s body. Purva throws her head back and gasps. her mouth open but no words or sound come out of it. she turns her head to look at Rasul. both make eye contact. Rasul still doing his thing. Her mouth still open from the onslaught at her vagina.
 
Purva still holding the washed glass somehow manages to keep it aside and hold on to the kitchen counter like a newbie rider she holds on for dear life as Rasul ups the tempo on her crotch.
 
Rasul is happy in his mind about the situation. He suddenly stops the action and withdraws without finishing her off. And backs off a step.
 
Rasul: see, I knew you wanted it. you enjoyed it.
 
Purva turns around and looks at Rasul still recovering from the onslaught, panting and heaving but is unable to say a word, but trying to gain her stance.
 
Purva: please….
 
Rasul: I need to be going, I will be back tomorrow.
 
Rasul leaves without saying another word. Leaving Purva in a state of horniness. He shuts the door silently behind him.
 
Purva had the horny thoughts about him all day she was rattled yet left wanting more form the encounter, it reminded of she like to be touched by other men.
 
Next morning about 11.45 the bell rang. It was Rasul. Purva opened the door, said nothing. She was wearing pyjamas and a loose t-shirt. She walked inside. Rasul gazed at her accentuated hips sway left and right. He shut the door behind him. Rasul looked on as she walked to the kitchen, he sat on the sofa, took out his phone and started watching those WhatsApp statuses with the sound like every low-class person would do to annoy the people next to them. Purva could hear all those cringy songs and trends.
 
She came out of the kitchen after 5 mins with a tray in hand with a cup of tea. Rasul quit watching the reels and kept his phone aside. He saw Purva walk towards him. He had seen her do this many times, but this time it was different. She stood a few steps in front of him and bent to serve him tea. Rasul took the cup in his hands as Purva turned around and placed the tray on the coffee table. She sat in the adjacent sofa chair, crossed her legs and leaned back into the chair.
 
Rasul savoured this view and the tea. Both look at each other . Rasul went first.
 
Rasul: you look beautiful today.
 
Purva: thank you.
 
Rasul: but you look very sexy when you had worn that mini skirt.
 
Purva: do you want me too?
 
It was as if Purva wanted to impress Rasul and finish what he had started yesterday
 
Rasul nodded his head a yes.
 
Purva got up and went to the bedroom. She did not lock the door behind her. She opened her wardrobe and took out the mini skirt and top to match. She started undoing her skirt, it dropped to the floor. Her lush ass on display to whoever had the view. She was facing the wardrobe. she wished she was being watched by a man, because of her sexual demeanour. She pulled the skirt on her waist and put on the hook. she took the white knotted top and slid it on her torso. She looked like a sex bomb she thought. she turned around to find no one standing in the door way. She tied the knot of the top. And walked out to the living room.
 
Rasul’s patient eyes were waiting for her to come out of that room. For a moment she waited there for a moment and his lustful gaze roamed all over her body. She was wearing black lingerie inside. The brassiere was visible through the white knotted top, her mini skirt did very little to cover her lush milky thighs, so was its purpose too. She walked towards Rasul; her skirt swayed while she walked towards him. giving him a peek of her inner thighs. She stood in front of him, with her hands on her hips. She was displaying herself for him to relish the moment. She had missed displaying herself to Sajid. She felt the sexual exuberance in her again as she did the same for Rasul.
 
Rasul: I remember it like yesterday when I saw you wear such clothes in front of Sajid uncle.
 
Purva: I remember how you would sneak-a-peek to see me walk around like this in front of Sajid.
 
Rasul goes on to grab Purva’s waist. He places his hands over her waist. Admiring and feeling the voluptuous shape.
 
Rasul: Yes.  Now I know why that bastard enjoyed this so much.
 
Rasul runs his hands over Purva’s waist and midriff. He moves his hands over her waist and then over her thighs. He slips his hands under her skirt and runs them over her ass. He kneaded her jiggly ass like it was dough. He then moved his hands upwards, lifting her skirt, this exposes her black lacy panties.
 
 He then moves his hands upwards towards her supple breasts, he grabs them carefully as he starts kneading them in his hand. They are quite a handful but still not as large as Shabana’s he thinks. He then moves his hands on her waist and pulls her towards him.
 
Purva gets the idea and saddles over him and sits on his lap with her legs apart. Rasul with his left-hand firm on her hip, he starts grabbing her ass with his he slowly moves it across her ass and down to her cunt. It was moist and warm as his finger felt, as he lightly caressed over her labia.
 
Purva looked straight into Rasul’s eyes and both understood what needed to be done. Purva untied her shirt and exposed her ample breasts although enclosed in sensuous black laced brassiere, they looked marvellous as they were. she undid her shirt and it slipped to the floor. Purva’s hands went back to the brassiere’s hook and she had unhooked it a little and one of her straps slips below her shoulder and it was an erotic sight to see. Purva took off her brassiere, she had worn although for only an hour. Her breasts exposed to the elements and for Rasul’s eyes to feast upon.
 
Rasul: wow, they look even more beautiful this close to the eyes.
 
Purva: you look at them as if you have seen boobs for the first time.
 
Rasul: yours are like wonders of this part of the world.
 
Rasul’s bulging erection was pushing into his pants. It had almost reached Purva’s cunt through the pants.
 
Rasul’s cell phone rings, it is Mohan. Purva stops her act.
 
Mohan: where are you.
 
Rasul: having some tea.
 
Mohan: where? I am here at the chaiw,.'.
 
As Rasul is talking over the phone, Purva intentionally rubs her crotch on his lap. Her wet juices rub on to Rasul’s crotch. Leaving a wet patch.
 
Rasul: I will need about 30 mins.
 
Saying this Rasul ended the call .
 
Purva: only 30min. you think it will be enough for you?
 
Rasul: absolutely not but none the less ,the best 30 mins with you.
 
Rasul buries his face into Purva’s cleavage. His burly beard makes Purva moan as it touches her soft skin.
 
Rasul grabs each of Purva’s breasts in each of his hand. Purva pulls her skirt up to her waist. Rasul’s eyes move towards Purva’s wet crotch. He notices the wet patch on his pants.
 
Rasul grabs Purva by the waist, lifts her over to his right. Rasul unzips and pulls out his cock. Purva looking at the throbbing cock. She leans over and grabs his cock with her right hand and starts giving him a hand job. Rasul starts grabbing Purva’s ass with his right hand. Her moves down under to her crotch and starts caressing over her laced lingerie. Purva adjusts her self into a doggystyle position. Intentionally giving him access to her pussy.
 
Rasul notices the wetness and pulls her panty down to her knees. He inserts two of his fingers and runs them around her inner walls.
 
Purva lifts her head and “Gasps”. as she feels his hard rough fingers in her tender silky pussy.
 
Rasul starts fingering Purva. their whole act visible in the reflection on the 55inch TV screen. Purva knows this and looks at her reflection a hundred times she had seen this when she had been with Tarun. But today was different, a fairly new person had taken Tarun’s place.
 
She could see how Rasul’s fingers come in and out of her cunt. His fingers glistening from her juices. She then sees Rasul move his left hand over her head. His hand holds on to her pony tail, Purva looks at Rasul, their eyes meet again. as he guides her mouth towards his erect cock. Purva opens her mouth and gobbles on his cock. All the while Rasul is fingering her wet cunt.
 
Rasul lifts his head up and sighs.
 
Rasul: So many years I have been waiting to feel your mouth with my cock, Purva.
 
Purva looked at Rasul and saw him smile.
 
Purva couldn’t say a word but she knew she would get what she wanted today.
 
Rasul admires the sight of her ass and takes his fingers out of her cunt and caresses her lush ass and kneads it with his right hand.
 
Purva felt lively as she had gotten a chance relive those memories. The sight of her sucking on Rasul’s erect cock only wearing her flimsy mini skirt that too, pulled above her navel was erotic. Rasul could hold it any longer. He let go of her pony tail and grabbed sofa cushion. Purva’s was making him go nuts with skills of her mouth, she sucked on his bulbous cock hard.
 
He pulled her up.
 
Rasul: come sit on my cock.
 
Purva sat in his lap with each leg on the side, Rasul grabbed his cock with his left hand and with the right hand on her waist. He guided his thick hot rod by parting the lips at her pussy’s opening. Purva had put both her hands on Rasul’s shoulders, like she was ready to ride this rodeo. She could feel Rasul pulling her down with his right hand. She obliged and let her weight on his cock slowly.  Purva’s mouth opened wide, she threw her head back in ecstasy. She felt his throbbing unfamiliar rock-hard cock inside her velvety soft pussy walls. Rasul after guiding his cock. now held her at the waist. Purva waited for a moment till she settled her Pussy on his cock. she looked into Rasul’s eyes. Rasul was smiling at her. She started riding him one hop at a stroke at a time. Rasul could see her open her mouth wide but she did not let out any moans. she started increasing her strokes. Rasul accompanied her with lifting her waist. the strokes were getting frequent. Her pussy had become very wet. It was dripping her juices every time she came down his cock. Purva picked up a steady pace and rode him for 10 minutes. that was all the strength she could muster. She felt weary and fell on his shoulder.
 
Rasul: you need help don’t you.
 
Purva Nodded.
 
Rasul slid to his side with Purva still on his cock. she was now on top of him and he started driving his cock from below. Every stroke would send ripples through Purva’s ass cheeks. She turned to see the reflection in the 55” tv screen. She could see how rasul was pummeling her pussy from below his sheer strength pushing her body up. while his hand on her waist pulling her down. Rasul was at steady pace from the beginning. He stopped after 7-8 minutes. and told her to get up. she got off his cock, she was standing there beside him. he too stood up and made her get into a doggystyle position and inserted his cock immediately. He started pounding her in this position like there was no tomorrow. He was about to cum, he had reached his end of the runway.
 
Rasul: is it ok if I cum in you.
 
He asked at the last moment.
 
Purva reluctantly said “do it….”
 
Rasul’s strokes got more deeper and deeper. He was thrusting his cock to the hilt.
 
Just the affirmation from Purva and in few seconds he was done, he threw his head behind and pulled Purva by the waist towards him. Purva hadn’t cum. She was need of more, but she had hope in her new lover to deliver what she needed.
 
Purva put her head down on the sofa and waited for Rasul to recover. for a whole moment he was savouring the fact that he got to empty his load into Purva , his heartthrob of his youth. He wanted to relish every moment in her now.
 
Rasul took his sweet time to take out his cock out of Purva’s pussy. he sat in the sofa chair his semi-hard erection subsiding.
 
Rasul: I had only dreamed of being in you. Felt like Jannat.
 
Purva sitting on her side, and trying not to mess up herself with his cum slowly oozing out.
 
The complete and sudden, physical disconnect was natural to Purva. she too was recovering from the act. And had rested her head on the sofa.
 
Purva: it was nice for me too. But you need to be leaving though. People might know. I don’t want a whole pack of labourers feeling my body up like last time.
 
Rasul got up and zipped up. he walked up to the door, opened it and left. He said nothing to her, not even a goodbye.
 
Purva got up, bolted the door and collapsed on the sofa. she was naked except for the flimsy mini skirt still hanging around her navel.
 
She lay there for a quite some time, then got up and got into the shower and cleaned herself up.
 
She wore the pyjamas and t shirt and it looked as if nothing had happened. Except for the fact that she had been drilled thoroughly by her semi-stranger lover to his full content. And her lingerie was still littered around the living room.
 
She collected all of sexy lingerie and put it into the washing machine.
 
Purva (talking to herself): thank God for tinted windows. A day well begun.
 
Her smiles said it all. She had tasted the thrill again.
 
 
Contd….

[adipop]

Great update brother hope we don't have to wait long for the next chapter

[adipop]

Great update brother hope we don't have to wait long for the next chapter

One more thing when you started this story it was perfect  so kindly go back to hinglish( Hindi + English ) let rasul converse with purva in Hindi you can put.the translated conversation in brackets for readers who don't understand Hindi as it will add an extra layer of masala to the story  for example (rasul  calling purva  a raand or chinaal in Hindi while he  is Boning her  sounds better than him calling her a whore  or  a harlot  it's a personal opinion so if you  feel like me than kindly add these changes to make your story even more intriguing.

[koolmaan]

Great update brother hope we don't have to wait long for the next chapter

thanks. will try to update soon. please read my previous posts.

[koolmaan]

One more thing when you started this story it was perfect  so kindly go back to hinglish( Hindi + English ) let rasul converse with purva in Hindi you can put.the translated conversation in brackets for readers who don't understand Hindi as it will add an extra layer of masala to the story  for example (rasul  calling purva  a raand or chinaal in Hindi while he  is Boning her  sounds better than him calling her a whore  or  a harlot  it's a personal opinion so if you  feel like me than kindly add these changes to make your story even more intriguing.

on point there, i did that in previous episodes. but people people wanted the English version. because of the story in English section.

[adipop]

on point there, i did that in previous episodes. but people people wanted the English version. because of the story in English section.

Yah I have read the earlier comments asking you to write in english but you can do this let rasul's dialogues be in Hindi and once the dialogues end put english translation inside  a bracket  so that people who prefer English can understand because it looks a bit artificial when you have a low wage worker like rasul conversing in english kind of kills the theme of the story because over here you have a high class housewife getting her holes drilled by a low wage worker who is not her equal is social status so it needs to be crude  not sanitised rasul who had to wait for years for his chance to have a go at purva in a real case scenario would turn purva into his own personal slut trying to put his mark on the woman once owned by his uncle and there will be nothing vanilla about there affair on the contrary it will be animalistic and brutal like rasul marking her as his whore and language goes a long way in establishing rasul's dominance over  purva

[Djinn]

Yah I have read the earlier comments asking you to write in english but you can do this let rasul's dialogues be in Hindi and once the dialogues end put english translation inside  a bracket  so that people who prefer English can understand because it looks a bit artificial when you have a low wage worker like rasul conversing in english kind of kills the theme of the story because over here you have a high class housewife getting her holes drilled by a low wage worker who is not her equal is social status so it needs to be crude  not sanitised rasul who had to wait for years for his chance to have a go at purva in a real case scenario would turn purva into his own personal slut trying to put his mark on the woman once owned by his uncle and there will be nothing vanilla about there affair on the contrary it will be animalistic and brutal like rasul marking her as his whore and language goes a long way in establishing rasul's dominance over  purva

Absolutely would love this approach

[koolmaan]

Yah I have read the earlier comments asking you to write in english but you can do this let rasul's dialogues be in Hindi and once the dialogues end put english translation inside  a bracket  so that people who prefer English can understand because it looks a bit artificial when you have a low wage worker like rasul conversing in english kind of kills the theme of the story because over here you have a high class housewife getting her holes drilled by a low wage worker who is not her equal is social status so it needs to be crude  not sanitised rasul who had to wait for years for his chance to have a go at purva in a real case scenario would turn purva into his own personal slut trying to put his mark on the woman once owned by his uncle and there will be nothing vanilla about there affair on the contrary it will be animalistic and brutal like rasul marking her as his whore and language goes a long way in establishing rasul's dominance over  purva

Noted. I had put the "subtitles " . He he.  Clearly Rasul needs to have those dialogue or the storyline looses it's authenticity. I will edit all the posts. Replacing them with hinglish dialogues for respective characters.  Thanks for standing out for this.

[SMOD-P]

waiting for next update.....

[koolmaan]

WHAT IF…. (Ep7)
 
( I have written in hinglish to keep the authenticity of the characters , for my english reader I have given “subtitles”. Hehe. Enjoy. I will be posting the hinglish edits for the old episodes,  when I get time. but I want to finish this IWPWCG season and move to other erotic stories that I am currently writing.)
 
Déjà vu….
  
It was the third day Rasul would meet Purva but it was the last day that he would be working on B wing.
 
The bell rang at 11.30.
 
As usual Purva opened the door. She was wearing her pyjamas and loose t-shirt.
 
Rasul had come with a plastic bag in his hand. He gave it to Purva.
 
Purva: What is this? ( yeh kya hai?).
 
Rasul: mujhe pata hai ki gair mard se chod lene se darti nahi, lekin tujhe ye sab secretly karna hai. To mai jo bolu waise tujhe karna hoga. Yeh mera mobile number save kar le aur yeh address pe thik 1.30baje phoch ke mujhe phone karna.(I know you are not afraid of having sex with other people, but you want to keep it discreet. You have to do as I say. Save my mobile number, wear that burkha, give me a call when you get to this address.)
 
Purva takes out the cloth from the plastic bag. It is a burkha. Her heart starts racing. All her memories flash in front of her eyes, she remembers the last time she had worn a burkha .
 
Purva looks at it as Rasul smiles at her bewildered look .
 
Purva: apne uncle se bohot seekh gaye ho. ( you have learnt a lot from your uncle)
 
Rasul: agey agey dekh kya kya karta hu tere saath ( just wait and watch what all things I will do to you.)
 
Purva: OOOhhh.
 
Rasul: sirf aur sirf burkha pehen ke ana, aur kuch nahi pehen na. chal coldwali coffee bana. Aur kuch sexy pehen ke. ( wear burkha and only burkha nothing else and go make a cold coffee and wear something sexy.)
 
Purva walks into the bedroom. She searches through her wardrobe . she comes across a short blue party dress. One which she had worn when Tarun had taken her to a club during their vacation. She wears it and steps out of the bedroom. She doesn’t spend time to match the lingerie, as anyway he will eventually remove it.
 
Rasul’s looks at Purva, As the shimmering blue colour catches his eyes. His eyes follow all over her body. Her voluptuous curves hidden by nothing but the shimmery fabric, jiggle as she takes every step to reach the kitchen. Her boobs reciprocate the same. Purva looking at Rasul bites her lips. She is now out of Rasul’s sight.
 
Rasul’s wait has begun, he doesn’t watch those stupid reels. He patiently waits those long 10 minutes.
After about 10 minutes. Purva steps out with a tray in her hands. A large glass of cold coffee on it.
 
She stands in front of Rasul as always and bends to give him the glass. Rasul holds the glass.
 
She sits beside Rasul on the sofa. with him at the centre. Rasul seated royally at the centre.
 
She looks at Rasul.
 
Rasul takes a sip of the cold coffee.
 
Rasul: aaaahhhhh. Bohot mast. dimag Thanda hua (aaaahhhh. Very nice. My mind got chilled)
 
Purva is all smiles like a teen girl impressing her teen crush.
 
Rasul chugs the whole glass down. His erection was visible to her. Rasul places the glass on the table. And unzips his pants to reveal his erection. With no say, Purva leans over the cock and starts sucking on it.
 
Rasul: aaa.
 
Rasul started caressing her back, her ass. He pulled up the skirt and exposed her ass.
 
He saw that tattoo on her ass. That tattoo of that marked Sajid’s conquest of Purva’s pussy.
 
Purva notices this and starts to give him a handjob.
 
Purva: apne  uncle ki nishani dekh rahe ho?. ( looking at the mark left by your uncle?)
 
Rasul: ha, soch raha hu ki mai bhi ek nishani kar du.( yeah thinking about making my own mark)
 
Purva: Sajid ka idea pura copy karega. Agar tuney kiya to mere Tarun ko pata chalega. Usko mai yeh sab kar rahi hu uski ek bhi bhanak nahi hai (you want to copy Sajid’s idea?. If you do then, tarun will come to know. He does not have the faintest idea of what all I am doing)
 
Rasul: nishani to mai karunga. Lekin tere pati ko uski bhanak bhi nahi hogi. ( I will make my mark, your husband will have no idea of it.)
 
Purva: batao kaise.( tell me how?)
 
Rasul: jab karunga tab pata chalega ( when i will do it and then you will notice it).
 
He pulls Purva for a kiss. Their lips lock and a passionate kiss ensued.
Rasuls breaks from the kiss and talks.
 
Rasul: Khadi ho ja (stand up) ( Purva stands facing him.)
 
Rasul: ghoom ja. ( turn around)
 
Purva turns around. Rasul lifts the skirt to reveal her panty. He pulls the panty down to her knees and the drop to her ankles. Purva slips one leg out of the panty, her clean-shaven lips are visible to Rasul. He approaches her pussy from behind and starts tonguing her lips. After a minute. He pulls her down on his cock slowly and with his left hand inserts his cock into her pussy. Purva bent a little and rested her hands on the couch to support her weight. Rasul had his hands holding her round yet doughy butt. He started thrusting his cock up into her pussy. after a few minutes he stopped. he said nothing. He was just holding her butt and, in a moment, he let go of her butt and Purva was impaled on his cock.
 
Purva: aaaaaaahhhhhh.
 
Rasul laughs
 
Rasul: chudwa le teri choot mere lund pe. (Fuck your cunt on my cock)
 
Purva starts moving her ass up and down. Rasul takes this opportunity to pull her dress down and it gets coiled around her belly. He also unclasped the bra hook and it slipped to her forearm. Her tits were dangling up and down after this.
 
He was able to see how his cock was getting swallowed by Purva’s pussy. every time Purva pushed up, his cock was coated by her pussy juices.
 
Suddenly he stopped midways. he pulled her aside. Kissed her . he got up . zipped up . leaving Purva high and dry. He did not say anything. Purva was wet and wanting more.
 
He heard the door. she got up and got into her pyjamas. Cleaned up the room and had lunch. It was 12.30pm. She remembered what Rasul had said to her, she had to reach the place in a burkha at 1.30pm. She started to think about it. As instructed by Rasul she had to wear only a burkha and nothing else. She could not leave the building in a burkha so she had to change into the burkha in her car. So, she got the things planned in that manner. She took a bag with a set of undergarments and put the burkha in it. she then wore only her loose t-shirt and pyjamas. Nothing underneath. The wet juices from the quick incomplete session made a wet patch on her crotch.
 
She packed her bag and headed out. Her heart was racing. But she was more excited than afraid this time. a little fear dwelled in her mind, as to what Rasul had in store for her.
 
She reached at the location described by Rasul. it was secluded area with place to park her car. She looked around for people and took out the burkha. She took of her shirt and tossed into the co-driver seat. She pulled the burkha on her. And then removed her pyjama’s. and tossed them into the co-driver seat. She adjusted the burkha and the head scarf. covered her face with the veil and checked it everything was ok in the vanity mirror. After she was sure everything was ok, she called Rasul.
 
Purva: hello,
 
Rasul: to tu pohoch gayi address pe chinal (so you reached at the address slut)
 
Purva: ha. Ab bolo kya karu. ( yes, now tell me what to do)
 
Rasul: Waha ek paan ki dukan hai waha ruuk ja (There is a paan-shop near there, wait there.)
 
Purva got out of the car. She was wearing the cheapest footwear she had but even that stood out. she locked the car and walked towards the paanshop and waited near it. the paan shop guy and other men noticed her she received a lot of looks.
 
She only had a purse in her hand. Her milky body was barely visible for those who looked on very carefully at her. Against the sunlight her curves would definitely get silhouetted. she looked here and there.
 
She could see many small houses built without any architectural significance or purpose or design that made sense. These were only purpose built. She kept looking around and saw some street urchins playing around. some juveniles messing around the corners.
 
After few minutes she saw a bike come near her, she recognises that it was Rasul who was riding it. the bike made a loud noise. She had heard Tarun talk about some bike called a bopper, maybe it was this. Rasul stopped in front of her. Rasul waves at the paanshop guy, He waved back and smiled. Purva sat on the seat with legs to side ofcourse. the fabric around her ass stretched a little, revealing her voluptuous ass, some onlooker could make out her ass curves in that position on the bike, at some places on her butt her milky skin tone too could be seen if observed carefully. And whenever they would go over bumps and potholes, it would send ripples through her jiggly ass and midriff.
 
Purva: kidhar le ja rahe ho mujhe? (Where are you taking me?)
 
Rasul: idhar pass hee, (nearby.)
 
They drive for some minutes. the blaring sound of the bike leaves Purva’s ears numb.
 
They reach at a building; it may have been 30 years old give or take 5 years. Rasul parked the bike and Purva got off. She was struggling to keep her burka together. as both walked to the building. A middle-aged man, probably in his late forties was waiting for them.
 
Rasul: Bashir chacha , room achi honi chahiye ( bashir uncle, the room should be nice)
 
Bashir uncle : bete, tu room to dekh le pehle, fir baat karna ( first you see the room and then talk )
 
they go above to the first floor where  3 door could be seen . these are the “rooms” that bashir was talking of.  The first one facing the road was taken by a family the second and 3rd were empty. Bashir showed the second , it was simply a room with an adjoining small room which supposedly was the kitchen. Bashir had done some new flooring. Now these rooms had dark brown coloured vitrified tiles and the walls were painted in greyish shade.
 
Rasul does not say a word.
 
Bashir: ye room ka bhada 3000 hoga. Aur 10,000 deposit (This room’s rent will be 3000, and 10,000 deposit)
 
Purva laughs in her mind as she had spent 10 times that on the last vacation for just a day’s accommodation.
 
Rasul: bashir chacha, 2000 kar do. (bashir uncle, make it 2000)
 
Bashir chacha: 2800 se niche nahi dunga. Yeh sab tile fitting naya karvaya hai. (Not less than 2800, these tiles have been newly fitted)
 
Rasul: 2400 kar do ( make it 2400)
 
Bashir: thik hai chal. Aaj hi deposit de aur settle ho ja. Teri begum ko bhi  puchna ho puchlo. ( ok with me, today itself give me deposit and settle here. if you want to speak to your begum, and sort it out)
 
Rasul: meri begum nahi hai yeh.( she is not my wife)
 
Bashir: toh koun hai bey yeh, teri behen?, ammi? ( then whois she, you sister or mother?)
 
Rasul: Usko hi poochlo.( ask her only)
 
Bashir: mohtarma , kya yeh apka shohahr hai? ( miss, is he your husband?)
 
Purva snickers a small audible then replies.
 
Purva: ji nahi. ( no sir.)
 
Bashir: tumhe pata hai na ki gair mard ke saath samband h rakhna haram hai. ( you do know that keeping relations with outside men is haram)
 
Purva: Ji mere shohr ne talak di hai mujhe. ( yes, but my husband has divorced me )
 
Rasul: aur mai iska halala karne wala hu. ( and I am going to do her halala)
 
Bashir: oh. mujhe koi autraz nahi, Mohtarma ka halala chalne tak yeh room chahiye tumhe? ( oh, I don’t have any issues, you will be needing the room till her halala is done?)
 
Rasul: ha bilkul. ( yes, exactly)
 
Bashir: thik hai, to deposit ke paise laya hai tu? ( so you got the deposit money?)
 
Rasul takes a wad of cash counts from it and hands it to him.
 
Rasul: 5000 hai , baki ke 5000 do din me yaha settle hone ke baad deta hu.( 5000nos, 5000 after we settle here)
 
Bashir puts the cash in his pocket hand Rasul the keys and leaves.
 
Rasul locks the door behind and turn to purva.
 
Rasul : to, har dopahar yaha ana hoga. ( so , every afternoon you will come here)
 
Purva: kab? (when?)
 
Rasul: mai bataunga tumhe ( I will let you know)
 
Both of them leave the “New Home”. They arrive at the purva’s parked car. She sits inside and rasul sits besides her as she takes off her burkha reavealing to him that she hadn’t worn anything underneath. She wears the pyajama’s and tshirt. Rasul exits the vehicle. Purva locks the vehicle and drives to her home.
 
At home ,Purva’s mind was filled with thoughts of the new situation she was going to face. Yes, the thrill was there to and her heart was racing at the thought that she would have to go there every afternoon for Rasul. But one thing for sure was that her identity would be a secret. finally she thought, she could have it all.  
 
Contd…..

[adipop]

Great update glad to see you revert back to hinglish with this new update you can take the story further and push the envelope a bit without deviating from Aurelius's original theme if you have read Aurelius's who watches the watchman the last update where menaka truly embraces her whore dom and husband getting the mail from society management regarding his wife becoming a society whore and getting to know about a whatsapp group where menaka's videos were getting circulated you can add this element from that story since it's from the same author and since you are trying to follow the same essence as the original author then you can explore the possibility of rasul turning purva into a nymph and sharing her with his friends and acquaintances letting them have there way with her while maintaining a what's app group where her clips getting circulated with purva embracing this new reality and enjoying the attention she would be getting from scores of men rasul would be putting in front of her turning her into a three holed whore you can end season with rasul adding purvas husband into the group unbeknownst to purva and his reaction to her becoming a common whore having gone through 100s of her clips with dozens of different men boning her In various positions sometimes three at a time with all her holes being filled at once and reading through all the lewd comments on the group From men having already tasted her charms and them.discussing about there deepest and most extreme fantasies there if rasul lets them have their way with her and him not knowing what to do with this bombastic new information about his wife you can end the season here from next season onwards you can explore purva's whoredom Along with her husband's predicament since he won't be confronting her about this he would silently follow her exploits this situation will let you use multiple narrative where you can dedicate chapters from the husband's point of you and even from rasul's point of you about what his actual plans for purva were so you can incorporate situations and scenarios from Aurelius's other stories plus shiprat's also since he was the first person to take this story further .

[Djinn]

Great update glad to see you revert back to hinglish with this new update you can take the story further and push the envelope a bit without deviating from Aurelius's original theme if you have read Aurelius's who watches the watchman the last update where menaka truly embraces her whore dom and husband getting the  mail from society management regarding his wife becoming a society whore and getting to know about a whatsapp group where menaka's videos were getting circulated you can add this element from that story since it's from the same author and since you are trying to follow the same essence as the original author then you can explore the possibility of rasul turning purva into a nymph and sharing her with his friends and acquaintances letting them have there way with her while maintaining a what's app group where her clips  getting circulated  with purva embracing this new reality and enjoying the attention she would be getting from scores of men rasul  would be putting in front of her turning her into a three holed whore  you can end season with rasul adding purvas husband into the group unbeknownst to purva and his reaction to her becoming  a common whore having gone through 100s of her clips with dozens of different men boning her  In various positions sometimes three at a time with all her holes being filled at once  and reading through all the lewd comments on the group From men having already tasted her charms and them.discussing about there deepest and most extreme fantasies there if rasul lets them have their way with her and him not knowing what to do with this bombastic new information about his wife you can end the season here from next season onwards  you can explore purva's  whoredom Along with her husband's predicament since he won't be confronting her about this he would silently follow her exploits this situation will let you use multiple narrative where you can dedicate chapters from the husband's point of you and even from rasul's point of you about what  his actual plans for purva  were  so you can incorporate situations and scenarios from Aurelius's other stories plus shiprat's  also since he was the first person to take this story further .

I second that

[koolmaan]

Great update glad to see you revert back to hinglish with this new update you can take the story further and push the envelope a bit without deviating from Aurelius's original theme if you have read Aurelius's who watches the watchman the last update where menaka truly embraces her whore dom and husband getting the  mail from society management regarding his wife becoming a society whore and getting to know about a whatsapp group where menaka's videos were getting circulated you can add this element from that story since it's from the same author and since you are trying to follow the same essence as the original author then you can explore the possibility of rasul turning purva into a nymph and sharing her with his friends and acquaintances letting them have there way with her while maintaining a what's app group where her clips  getting circulated  with purva embracing this new reality and enjoying the attention she would be getting from scores of men rasul  would be putting in front of her turning her into a three holed whore  you can end season with rasul adding purvas husband into the group unbeknownst to purva and his reaction to her becoming  a common whore having gone through 100s of her clips with dozens of different men boning her  In various positions sometimes three at a time with all her holes being filled at once  and reading through all the lewd comments on the group From men having already tasted her charms and them.discussing about there deepest and most extreme fantasies there if rasul lets them have their way with her and him not knowing what to do with this bombastic new information about his wife you can end the season here from next season onwards  you can explore purva's  whoredom Along with her husband's predicament since he won't be confronting her about this he would silently follow her exploits this situation will let you use multiple narrative where you can dedicate chapters from the husband's point of you and even from rasul's point of you about what  his actual plans for purva  were  so you can incorporate situations and scenarios from Aurelius's other stories plus shiprat's  also since he was the first person to take this story further .

buddy you have completely told the plot here. i cannot use it now. hehe. PM to kar dete. and if Sir Aurelius the great has done it with other stories, then there is no way i am copying the same thing. there is no fun if i am not creative with this. i have thought of an end for season 1. i don't want to be similar to other stories. true fact that the characters were created by Sir Aurelius. it should not sound like "inspired " from other movies like bollywoood does. i hope to deliver the some good fap stories to remember.

[160450]

Nice update keep it up

[koolmaan]

What IF…. (Ep 8)
 
The Ride
 
The next day. Purva’s day began as usual. She was waiting for Rasul to call her. But she did not receive his call. She could see him work on wing D. she opened her living room window and they both saw each other. She called him up, but he did not pick up. she closed the door in disappointment as she was getting restless as to what Rasul had in store for her. the word halala popped in her mind and she started searching it on her laptop. She started reading all that she could find on halala. She started to like the concept of it.
 
That day Rasul did not call her or have any kind of contact, other than eye contact, that too from the other building.
 
Same thing next day. No call or contact. But she could see Rasul sweating it out in the hot sun, even with the canopy on the cradle. She thought, that is the only thing she could enjoy now, Rasul sweating himself out on that cradle instead of her body.
 
Days went by. Purva was thirsting for Rasul. When finally, one morning, she got a call from Rasul.
 
Rasul: tujhe thodi bhi fursat nahi? ( don’t you have any patience )
 
Rasul starts telling her from moment she picked up the call.
 
Purva: nahi. Ab mujhe bilkul bhi fursat nahi. Kab ana hai bolo.  ( no, I have become impatient, tell me when to come)
 
Rasul: lekin tu wo 4 wheeler le ke ane ka nahi waha. Bohot log shaq karenge ( but you can’t come here in that car, a lot of people are going to suspect you)
 
Purva: to tum mujhe pick karlo, pichle time kiya tha waise.( so, you pick me up like always)
 
Rasul:  tu sirf burkhe me aja aur mil mujhe paan shop ke paas , thik ek baje, tu mujhe phone kar. ( you will come dressed only in burkha, at he paanshop. at 1’o clock , I will call you)
 
Purva: thik hai. ( ok)
 
Rasul ends the call. Purva gets excited and gets ready. She has at least one and a half hour to get to the paanshop.  Purva gets ready, this time she wore leggings and a kurti. She did not wear anything underneath as instructed by Rasul. she gets into her car and leaves.
 
At 1.15 pm she reaches the paanshop. she changes into her burkha. She decided to wait in the car for Rasul. Rasul does not come yet. He calls her instead.
 
Rasul: tu pohoch gayi ( you reached?)
 
Purva: ha, tum kidhar ho?( yes, where are you?)
 
Rasul: idhar hi pass me. Wo paanshop ke paas ajao. (nearby, come to that paanshop)
 
Purva: ha. ( ok)
 
She loved being commanded by low class men. This was like a field day for her, she was enjoying every bit.
 
She got out of the vehicle, locked the car and started walking towards the paanshop with her purse. She stood just where she had stood days before. It was a hot summer day today too. after 15minutes, Rasul arrived there on the same bike. Purva sat on it, and both rode off.
 
Rasul takes her to a 2-wheeler garage shop. He honks as he waits outside and kills the engine.
 
A young man, about the same age as Rasul walks out. his name is Kareem.
 
Rasul and Purva get off the vehicle.
 
Kareem: oh to yahi hai wo .( so this is the one)
 
Rasul: ha. Chal ab kounsi to gadi dikha. ( yes, now show me some vehicles)
 
Kareem looks at Purva from head to toe.
 
Kareem : idhar ajao. ( come here)
 
He goes on to show some scooter.
 
Kareem: yeh 4 scooter hai. Kounsi chahiye wo bol, test drive bhi kar le. fir Baat karenge. ( these 4 scooters are there, pick one form these. Test drive them. Then we will have a talk)
 
Rasul looks at a scooter and asks for its key. Kareem gets the key and gives it to Rasul. Rasul holds it in front of Purva
 
Rasul: tu chala ke dekh. ( you ride it)
 
Purva had driven 2-wheeler eons ago. And she did not have a good experience with 2 wheelers before. She took the keys reluctantly and went to the scooter. Both the men see the ripples and jiggles that were visible on her tight burkha.
 
Purva somehow manages to pull the vehicle out and sit on it. The men smiles at each other as Purva attempts to sit on the scooter. As she sits on the seat, her pussy lips touch the cushion of the seat.  She feels the texture of the cushion on her lips. She was already wet and this was going to make her wet even more. She is unable to start the vehicle. Kareem come to help her , he places his hands over her hands and starts the vehicle.
 
Kareem: yeh brake daba ke fir starter ka button dabao. Kidhar bhi jak e aao. Petrol full kiya hu.
 
Purva nods her head. Kareem lets go of the hands. Purva throttles the scooter and she starts riding it.
 
Kareem and Rasul look at Purva as she rides off.
 
Purva rides through the narrow lanes and and hits a few bumps. A few teen boys and men look on at her and gaze at her ass and tits. Some even joke about it but get instantly scolded from the adults nearby. She rides on through and makes a U-turn at a clearing and comes back to the same street. She was clearly in for the slum life now and now there were not going to be any detours or U-turns. 
 
Kareem looking at Purva coming towards them
 
Kareem: mast maal dhund laya hai tu. ( you found yourself a hottie)
 
Rasul: aisa maal bohot mehnat aur sabra ke baad milta hai.( for a hottie like this , you got to work hard and have patience)
 
kareem: sahi kaha bhai sabra ka fal mitha hota hai. (yea, patience bears the sweetest fruits)
 
Rasul: mujhe to bohot mithas mili hai isme. ( I have got sweetened in her a lot)
 
Kareem: running bhi bohot hui hai iski, lekin fir bhi ride ka mazaa milta hoga tujhe. ( she has some years to her, but you must be having fun handling the goodies)
 
Rasul: single hand use nahi hai who bhai. Bohot ride karnewale bhi the. ab sirf mai hi hu. ( she is not a single hand use , a lot have gotten to ride her. now only I have that privilege)
 
Kareem looks on as Purva’s boobs bounce inside the burkha. He is awestruck.
 
Rasul: kya dekh raha be, muh me makkhi girengi. ( what are you looking at, close your mouth)
 
Kareem snaps out of it and looks at Rasul.
 
Kareem: kaha se laya hai be tu isko. Hayabusa hai Sali. ( from where have you brought her , she like the Hayabusa of bikes)
 
Rasul: aam dekh, ped mat pooch. (look at the mangoes, do not go to find the trees)
 
Kareem: itne bade aam dekhne ke baad aam khane ka mann to hoga hi. ( after seeing such big mangoes, i feel like tasting them)
 
Purva stops the vehicle in from of them.
 
Rasul: kaisi lagi ? ( how was it)
 
Purva: thik hai.( it’s ok)
 
Kareem : mohtarma dusri gadi bhi chala ke dekho. ( madam, try riding the second scooter too)
 
Kareem gives her the keys of the next scooter parked. Purva gives the previous vehicles keys back and takes the next vehicle’s keys.
 
Purva does a J turn and starts the vehicle and rides off. She takes the same route she had taken few minutes ago only to find more such some teens gaze at her. the teens watch her as she rides past them. They enjoy the view as she passes over a small speed breaker. She does the U-turn at same location and rides back.
 
She comes back to the garage. Now she had a patch of wetness on her burkha at her crotch when seen from behind.
 
Rasul asks her about how the ride quality was.
 
Purva: tum bhi chala ke dekh lo na. ( you too, take a ride and see )
 
Rasul : chal utar ja. ( yes, get off it)
 
Rasul takes the vehicle and goes for a test ride.
 
Purva stands besides Kareem.
 
Kareem: to gadi kounsi achi lagi. Pehli wali ya dusri wali ( so, which scooter you liked, the first one or the second one)
 
Purva: Lekin rasul ko bhi to pasand ani chahiye. ( the second one, but rasul also has to like it)
 
Kareem: ha sahi hai. Bhaijaan hee to payment karenge. Lekin chalaogi to app hee na. ( yes, true. Bhaijaan is the one going to pay for it. but it will be you who rides it)
 
Purva: dusriwali. ( second one)
 
Kareem: bohot logo ko dusriwali hi pasand ati hai.( a lot of people like the second one)
 
Purva looks at Kareem, guessing if Rasul has told him about her. she stays silent and looks in a different direction trying not to engage the conversation.
 
Kareem gets called by some other customer who eyes Purva as she waiting besides Kareem.
 
Kareem walks with the other customer to the bike.
Rasul arrives on the scooter. And stops beside her.
 
Rasul: mujhe yeh scooter achi lagi, yeh kharid lenge. ( I liked this scooter, I will buy this)
 
Purva nods her head, looks at the scooter once and walks with Rasul to the small table where Kareem and the other customer is conversating.
 
The other customer waves at Rasul and looks at Purva as he is still talking with Kareem over some bike problems.
 
Kareem: chalo Usman bhai ,mai yeh kal sham tak fix kar ke deta hu. ( ok, usman bhai, I will get this fixed by tomorrow evening)
 
Usman : thik hai. Aur kya bolte Rasul bhai. Sab thik thak ( and how are you Rasul bhai, everything fine?)
 
Rasul: ha ,sab thika thak. Aur aap ( yes, everything fine)
 
Usman: ha , mast. Aur yeh koun mohatarma. ( yes, great. And who is this woman)
 
Rasul: mere ek dost ki biwi. Halala kar raha hu iska. ( a friend’s wife. I am doing her halala)
 
Usman looks at Purva’s tits and leans back to see her ass. He checks her figure out.
 
Usman: figure se to achi hai. Aisi begum ko koun talak deta. ( looking at her figure, who could divorce a wife like you)
 
Purva: Isme shohar ki galti ho to begum bhi kya kare. ( if the husband is at fault then what can the wife do)
 
Usman: (snickers) pagal hai tera shohar. Tere jaisi begum ko talak de diya. ( your husband is crazy to give divorce to a woman like you.)
 
Purva: kya karu, jab maike chali ayi to wapis bulane laga. Fir maine unk bola, 2 bete diye hai. Fir bhi gussa karte ji. chuppi ka mujhe wapis na bulana. Mera halala karva do fir mai aungi. To 3 din baad janab bole ki Rasul miyan hai unke paas tu rahegi. to mai yaha a gayi. ( what can I say, when I went to my parents home, he called me back. So I told him, I have given you two sons and you still talk angrily to me. Don’t call me back unnecessarily. Do my halala and then I will come back. So 3 days later, he tells me to go to Rasul here. so I came)
 
Usman: tere bolne se to lagta nahi ki tu wapis jayegi uske paas. ( by the looks of it, I don’t think you want to return)
 
Rasul: mai jane dunga tab na.( if I let her go back)
 
Purva looks at rasul.
 
Usman: chalo, mai chalta hu. Kabhi bulana hame bhi chai ke liye. ( ok, I have to make  a move now. call me for teat sometime )
 
Usman walks from there.
 
Kareem: ab aapko Bhabhi to keh nahi sakte. To kya bulaye. ( so , we can’t call you Bhabhi, so what do I call you)
 
Purva is dumbfound to answer that. Rasul look at her.
 
Rasul: naam se hi bulao. Parveena. ( call her by her name, Parveena)
 
Kareem: Subha n,.'. kya naam hai. Jachta hai aapko Parveena khatun. ( subha n,.'. Nice name. it suits you Parveena)
 
Rasul: chal ab hoshiyari band kar aur bol kitne me deta wo gadi. ( now don’t act over smart and tell me how much for the scooter)
 
Kareem: hoshiyari kaha bhai, sirf begum ki tareef kar raha hu.( what over smart, just complimenting the begum)
 
Rasul: Bol kitne me dega.( tell me how much for it)
 
Kareem : 30 hazar.( 30 thousand)
 
Rasul looks here and there .
 
Rasul: bargaining ka natak mat karva mujhse. Chupchap bol kitne dene hai.( stop doing the bargaining drama. Straightaway tell me how much .
 
Kareem: thik hai bhai. 24 hazar de. ( ok ,I’ll make it 24 thousand)
 
Rasul: 22 kar de bhosdike. ( make it 22, asshole)
 
Kareem looks at purva and then at rasul. with a dismal look.
 
Kareem: thik hai bhai. De 22 hazar. ( ok, now give my 22k)
 
Rasul takes out a bundle of 500s and starts counting and gives him the cash.
 
Kareem gives the keys to rasul.
Rasul: chal. Nikalte hum.( ok , we will leave now)
 
Rasul and Purva walk towards the scooter.
 
Rasul: chal tu chalayegi. ( you ride it)
 
Purva: thik hai.( ok)
 
He gives the keys to Purva .
 
Purva sits on the scooter. The polymerous fabric brushing against her ass and stretching over the seat cover. she scoots a little behind. She wants him feeling her body. And the burkha just made it easier for her to let him feel her naked ass over the fabric.
 
Rasul sits behind her and holds her hips, in a light grip.
 
 She starts the vehicle and Rasul starts instructing her on directions.
 
After a few hundred meters. They arrive at the “new” home.
 
Purva feeling excited to get the attention from Rasul after more than a week.
 
The both walk up the stairway to find their neighbour standing. he looks at them but does not interact or say word.  Rasul opens the door. And both enter the home.
 
Purva steps in to find a bed and two chairs. A small coffee table and a cheap Chinese TV on the wall in the hall. There is also a small mirror on the wall only about 1 ft x 2 ft in dimensions. She takes off her veil. But keeps the headscarf on.
 
The bed was not like what she had in her semi-luxurious apartment. But was “do-able” she thought, just enough to accommodate two people.
 
Purva walks to the “kitchen” to find a single burner gas stove.
 
She walks back into the “hall”. Rasul grabs her by the waist and hugs her tightly.
 
Rasul: kuch khane ka mann kare to pass me sabzi mandi hai. Aur kuch dukaan bhi hai. Ye ab tera ghar hai. Ghar ki aurat ki tarah tujhe yaha pe sab kuch karna hoga.
 
While both of them are conversating, Rasul was busy lifting her burkha and had lifted up to her waist. Exposing her ass. the obscured privacy glass windows shed a slightly pinkish light on her ass (light being pink, is reflected of the neighbouring building).
 
Purva: khana vana kuch hogan nahi mujhe se. ( I am not going to cook you anything here)
 
Rasul: uski fikar mat kar. Bas chai aur coffee ka intezam kar. ( don’t worry about it, just make coffee and tee
 
 
Rasul looks at her and starts to engage in a kiss. Their lips lock, his embrace gets tighter with with each plunge of his tongue into her mouth. He starts kneading her ass like dough.
 
Purva’s hands reach Rasul’s crotch and she fiddles with the button and zipper. But manages to unbutton the jeans. she pulls out his erect cock and starts giving him a hand job.
 
Rasul breaks from the kiss, he rotates her around, now she faces the window. He pulls up the burkha over her head and hurls it on the plastic chair. Revealing her luscious curvy back to himself. His erect cock brushing against her ass. He bends her over the bed and searches to penetrate her pussy. he gently rubs his cock over her lips, they were wet form the action of the fabric rubbing on them when she rode the scooter. Purva turning her head behind in ecstasy. Her eyes closed, as though her body had surrendered to him. Rasul’s cock finds its mark and with not time to waste, Rasul enters her. Rasul picks up his pace and starts ramming vigorously, the creaking sound from the bed fills up the room. Purva looks at the small TV. Trying to find the view of him ramming her. She does, she sees him look at her ass admiring it with his coarse skinned hands and how his pelvic thrusts were entering in and coming out of her. a sight she had missed. She then could see her pendulous breasts swinging back and forth. How her curvy voluptuous body was jiggling with everyone of his strokes. But she noticed one thing about Rasul. He never took off his clothes while he was fucking her.
 
The long wait was over. Her pussy was getting sated by his rock-hard cock. both reciprocating with each other’s movements. Rasul held onto her shoulders now and started giving deeper thrusts. Purva trying to accommodate his deeper thrust lifts her right leg and rests it on the bed. She bends a little to relieve her back from bearing all the force of his thrusts. But this doesn’t help her at all. His thrusts quicken, she gets the idea that he is about to empty his cum into her. his cock hardens and with wild grunts Rasul burst his cock into her pussy. Rasul pulls Purva into him, like any man would. And both slowly collapse on the bed. Their feet still not on the bed. As they both try to regain from the act. Rasul and Purva both panting and sweating as there was no air condition in this small room. They had forgotten to turn on the ceiling fan.
 
Purva pulls away her head scarf and hurls it over the chair. Her body sweat formed droplets on her skin like pearls.
 
Rasul pulled out of her pussy and laid on his back. He saw the motionless ceiling fan. And got up and turned it on.
 
He had a clear view of her pussy form behind, he saw how his love juice was oozing out of her pussy. he smiled.
 
Purva: agar he har rozz itni garmi hogi to cold coffee hi karni hogi mujhe. ( snickers) ( if the heat is this much everyday, then I have to make only cold coffee)
 
Rasul had zipped up his pants and was standing there besides the bed ,as Purva changed her posture and got into a missionary position, just to entice him into fucking her again.
He leaned over to kiss Purva on her lips and give her tits a good squeeze.
 
Purva was trying discreetly hard to get more sex out of him. but Rasul would always keep her thirsty, he knew if he satisfied her lust, there would ne no need for her to come to him. her insatiable lust was the only thing keeping her on his fingertips.
 
Purva relaxed and laid on her back. As Rasul took out a key and threw on her belly.
 
Rasul: yeh chavi tumhare liye hai. Tu jab yaha ayegi to mujhe message karna. Ab mujhe der ho rahi hai mai chalta hu. ( this key is for you, when you get here , message me. Now I am getting late, I need to be going)
 
Rasul walked to the door and opened it, Purva, caught off-guard got up in an instant and pulled the burkha from the chair and covered her body.
 
She walked briskly to the door and bolted it after Rasul left. She threw the burkha on the chair and walked to the window and opened it to see Rasul ride off. A wide smile lit on her face.
 
Purva: I am going to love this!!!!!!!!!
 
Contd…..

( was sick AF, so could not complete post on time. enjoy fapping)

[160450]

Very nice
Keep it up
Waiting for next long update

[abcturbine]

Hope you are best in health.....
Missing your writings...

[koolmaan]

hello happy fappers, due to some issue with browser, my account was lost. happy regain it . will start posting soon.

[160450]

Update plzzz