Misc. Erotica Forbidden Love "Anjali's Unknown Journey"

[Slave.]

This is my first story so give it your love and share as much as you can
This story is about Anjali and Aslam,


Anjali is a 22 years old girl who lives in an apartment, a beautiful girl, bold figure, sharp minded rich girl and her body is like 32-26-30, if anyone will see her naughty acts then surely he will want to have her,

And

Aslam is a 58 years old man who lives in his hut and sells vegetables for his expenses Aslam is an old and horny man, his cock has so much power in this age that he can fuck any woman or girl and tell them how much power he has in this age. 

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Part 1


The morning light was shining a faint glow over the bustling market, while the dew-laden leaves of nearby trees trembled with the promise of the first activity of the day. Anjali, a 22-year-old upper-class girl from the upper strata, stepped out of her plush apartment, feeling the coolness of the cobblestone under her sandals. She decided to visit the local market today, a place she had once seen only from the perimeter of her driver's car, the visuals and sounds of everyday life were a strange novelty to her sheltered existence. 



When anjali reached the market, she noticed Aslam, a 58-year-old vegetable vendor, whose old hands had been caressing life with mud since she was alive. A mix of ripe tomatoes, vibrant peppers and bulbous onions, her shop was in stark contrast to the gleaming supermarkets she was accustomed to.  On seeing him, a strange feeling arose inside her, a mixture of curiosity and excitement, which she could not recognize properly.



Aslam watched the young beauty with a bold figure walking through the market. Despite his age, he was not unimpressed by the seductive movements of her hips that moved up and down like scales and the way her eyes searched for something she had not yet found. He looked at her delicate face and the way the light played with the golden threads in her silk sari. A knowing smile spread across his face, hinting at an experience she could never understand.



The tension in the air grew as Anjali approached his stall, the scent of fresh produce mingled with the musk-like scent of her sweat. Aslam greeted her with a nod, his eyes fixed on her full lips. Anjali too responded to the greeting with a soft “namaste”, her voice full of curiosity. Aslam began to show her his wares, his calloused hands deftly picking ripe tomatoes and succulent cucumbers. With each touch, Anjali felt a jolt of excitement, the roughness of her skin a stark contrast to the softness of the vegetables.



He leaned closer, his breath hot and raspy, when Aslam whispered, “These are the best tomatoes in the market, they are firm and ripe, just like your breasts.” Anjali’s cheeks turned red, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she let his words awaken something inside her, a yearning she had never felt before. Her age, her place in society, it was all irrelevant. All she knew was that she wanted him, longed for him, and she could feel her body responding to his every word.



Aslam noticed her reaction, and he became even bolder. His hands moved from the vegetables, touching her arm as he spoke, sending waves of heat through her body at his touch. “Would you like to feel how hard they are?” he asked, his voice low and raspy with desire. Anjali nodded, her eyes fixed on his, and he handed her a ripe tomato. She squeezed it gently, feeling the softness of the fruit beneath her fingers. “Just like that,” she murmured, “but imagine it’s me you’re holding, imagine it’s my penis you’re holding.

[Givemeextra]

Oh, such a quick start with characters already wanting each other? But loved the dialogues though.

[shrujay123]

Don't rush to fast just make it slow and seductive try to give long update

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Part - 2


Her heart began to beat faster as she put the tomatoes back on the stand, the innocent act seemed strangely erotic to her. The din of the market faded into the background, the only sounds she could hear were heartbeats and the rustling of the sari fabric. Aslam drew closer to her, his body pressed against hers, his erection evident. He reached out and traced the outline of her breasts, his thumbs brushing her hard nipples. "Anjali you are so beautiful," Aslam said, his voice a purr of lust.


Belying his age, Aslam swept her up in his arms and carried her to the back of the stall, where the shadows danced and the smell of earth and sex was an intoxicating aroma. Aslam laid Anjali down on a pile of burlap sacks, the roughness of the fabric scratching her bare skin. Aslam paused for a moment, his eyes deep in the sight of her. “You will scream with pleasure,” he promised, his voice a deep whisper that sent shivers down her spine.


Anjali felt a strange mix of fear and excitement. She had never been with a man who took what he wanted so freely, who didn’t care about the polite dance of seduction. She felt a thrill at the thought of being claimed by this rough, older man in such a public place. Her sari opened, exposing her nakedness to his hungry gaze. Aslam looked at her young, supple body, his eyes shining with a fierce hunger that matched the need throbbing between her legs.


Without warning, Aslam leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking it hard.


She gasped, arching her back in response. His teeth touched sensitive flesh, setting off sparks of pleasure inside her. His hands roamed her body, squeezing and kneading, sending flames of pleasure raging behind them. Anjali felt wetness between her thighs, her body begging for more.

Aslam wasted no time, moving his hand to her vagina and parting her folds roughly. The slickness he found there made him groan, his rough fingers sinking into her heat.


The chaos of the bazaar faded away as he began fucking her with his hand, his fingers plunging inside her, filling her up. Anjali’s screams grew louder, her body convulsing with each thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, and she could feel herself on the edge of an orgasm she had never experienced before. Aslam's other hand grabbed her clit, rubbing it with the same intensity as he pounded inside her. "Anjali you're going to come for me," he murmured, "right here, in the middle of the market."


And she came, her body convulsing with pleasure as the orgasm ripped through her. Anjali screamed his name, ahhhhssssss her voice echoing down the street, regardless of who could hear.


As the jolts subsided, her eyes shone with satisfaction. "Now, my little rich girl," he said, "it's time for the main course." Aslam undid his belt and unzipped his trousers, revealing a cock that was hot, hard, and erect despite its age.

[val.coutinho]

wow good start.... its going to be fun reading this story... Please update as soon as possible.

[Naveena komaali]

Super update

[sri7869]

Nice start

[Slave.]

Part- 3 


Anjali looked at Aslam, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. She knew what was about to happen, and she wanted it more than ever. She spread her legs wide, inviting Aslam inside her, ready to be filled by this stranger like she had never felt before.


The world around them melted away as Aslam sat on top of her, his cock hitting her virgin pussy. With one powerful thrust, Aslam took Anjali in his grasp, his cock stretching her pussy further than she had thought possible.


The pain was immense and far beyond what she had just felt. She bit her lip to stifle a scream, her nails digging into the burlap beneath her. Aslam’s rhythm was relentless, his hips pounding into her so hard that she could feel his cock deep inside her.


  Every stroke brought her closer to climax again, and she began to understand what he meant by “screaming with pleasure.” She felt her muscles tense, her breathing ragged.


Their bodies were sweaty, the sounds of their frantic lovemaking thup thup thup thup thup thup thup mingled with the distant bargaining of the market. Anjali’s eyes rolled back in her head as Aslam’s thumb found her clitoris again, his movements skillful and precise. He knew exactly how to push her to climax, and she felt her second orgasm building, more intense than the first. As it broke over her, Anjali screamed his name once more aaaaahssalam, Anjali’s body was bouncing and convulsing beneath Aslam.


 The release was almost too much to bear, her muscles spasming around his penis as Aslam reached his climax. Aslam grunted, his seed spilling into Anjali's vagina with a primal force that made Anjali shudder. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. They lay there, panting and exhausted, their hearts thumping together as the reality of what had just happened began to sink in to them.


Aslam leaned in and kissed Anjali, Anjali's lips pressed against Aslam's, and Anjali tasted the salt of her sweat on Aslam's skin. It was a kiss that had none of the tenderness she had seen before, but the raw passion of two people who had found something primitive and untamed in each other. Aslam pulled his penis out of her vagina, his cock still hard, and Anjali watched as Aslam eased himself, a look of satisfaction on his face.


"It's not over," Aslam murmured, his eyes dark with desire. "I'll have you again, and again, until I've had my fill of your sweet, tight pussy." Anjali shivered at his words, already craving the feeling of being inside her once more. Anjali knew she had found something she hadn't expected to be looking for in this untouched corner of the bazaar. A rush of excitement came over him as he realized that this was just the beginning of their illicit affair.

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Part-4 


They decide to meet the next day at the same time, a secret shared only between the two of them. Anjali counts down the hours, her mind racing with the thought of Aslam’s rough hands and the effect his body had on hers. When Anjali arrives the next morning, she is surprised to find Aslam waiting for her, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He had set up a secluded spot behind his shop, a makeshift shelter of bamboo and cloth that would provide them with privacy amid the chaos of the market.


Without saying anything, Aslam takes Anjali’s hand and leads her into the shadowy spot, his eyes never leaving hers. The anticipation was palpable, the air full of the promise of what was to come. Aslam gently pushes Anjali against the bamboo, his body pressed against Anjali’s, and kisses her so intensely that it takes her breath away. Aslam's hands roamed over Anjali's breasts, his fingers slipping under the edge of Anjali's sari to tease her already moist skin. Anjali melted into the kiss, her body responding eagerly to Aslam's touch.


Aslam's hand moved to Anjali's neck, his thumb grazing the delicate line of her throat. Aslam whispered, "Today, you are going to do something for me, I want to feel the depths of your mouth" Anjali's eyes widened, but she didn't resist. Instead, Anjali felt a thrill of excitement, a forbidden desire to surrender to the man who had made her his so ruthlessly the day before. Aslam unbuttoned Anjali's blouse, his eyes lost in the sight of Anjali's bulging breasts. He held one in his hand, his thumb pinching her nipple until it stood erect. Then, with a gentle push, Aslam forced Anjali to her knees.


Aslam drew back, allowing Anjali to gaze at his still-hard cock. It was a command, not a question, and Anjali knew what was expected of her. She leaned forward, her heart pounding as she wrapped her soft, warm lips around Aslam’s cock. 


Aslam's groans were encouragement for Anjali, and Anjali took him deeper into her mouth, Anjali feeling the length of Aslam's cock fill her mouth completely. It tasted different, sour and salty, but it only added to the excitement of the moment. Aslam's hands were tangled in Anjali's hair, guiding Anjali as she bobbed her head, Anjali's tongue swirling around his cock.


The sounds of the market faded as Anjali focused on the task of giving Aslam a deep blowjob, the sensation of Aslam's cock moving in and out of Anjali's mouth a delicious agony. Anjali could feel Aslam's arousal growing, Aslam's breaths getting shorter, Aslam's grip tightening on her hair. Anjali's arousal was growing with each passing second, the wetness between Anjali's legs was proof of her desire for this man. Aslam started to thrust, his hips moving along with Anjali's mouth, the sound of Aslam's cock hitting Anjali's face echoing in the small space.


Tears welled up in Anjali's eyes as Aslam pushed his cock further inside her, filling Anjali's throat until she choked. Anjali could feel Aslam's cock swell even more, his cock throbbing with the need to come. Aslam's eyes never left hers, a silent challenge that only served to increase Anjali's passion. Aslam grunted, his body tensed, and Anjali knew Aslam was close. Anjali sucked harder, Anjali's teeth grazing the sensitive skin of Aslam's cock, Anjali's tongue teasing the underside of his head. Then Aslam tried to shove his cock all the way down Anjali's throat.


“Wait,” Anjali choked, her voice muffled by his cock. Aslam pulled back a little, his eyes shining with intense arousal. The words hung in the air, a sigh of pleasure and a plea for more all at once. Aslam loosened his grip on Anjali’s hair, and Anjali took a deep breath, Anjali’s chest heaving. Then, with a grin, Aslam pushed back into Anjali’s mouth, deeper than before. Anjali’s eyes watered, her throat stretching to accommodate the size of Aslam’s cock.


Anjali’s hands gripped Aslam’s hips, her nails digging into Aslam’s flesh as Anjali tried to maintain control. But Aslam was having none of it. He held her head in place, Aslam’s thrusts becoming even more forceful. Each time Anjali felt she couldn't take any more, Aslam thrust harder, pushing Anjali past her limits. Anjali's eyes closed, her mind spinning with the intensity of the sensation. It was as if Aslam was targeting Anjali, taking over her mouth the way Aslam had taken over her body.


Aslam's grunts grew louder, his movements more erratic. Anjali knew Aslam was close. Anjali's own desire was a vortex, threatening to drown her in waves of pleasure. Anjali could feel Aslam's cock throbbing on her tongue, the head swollen and heavy. Aslam's grip on Anjali's hair tightened, and Anjali knew she had to give Aslam what he wanted. With a final, deep swallow, Anjali took Aslam's cock deep into her throat, Anjali's nose pressed against the thick hair on Aslam's groin. Aslam's taste, his smell, filled Anjali's senses, overwhelming her.


Aslam's grunting grew louder, his movements more erratic. Anjali knew Aslam was close. Anjali's own desire was a vortex, threatening to drown her in waves of pleasure. Anjali could feel Aslam's cock throb on her tongue, the head swollen and heavy. Aslam's grip in Anjali's hair tightened, and Anjali knew she had to give Aslam what he wanted. With a final, deep swallow, Anjali took Aslam's cock deep into her throat, Anjali's nose pressed against the thick hair on Aslam's groin. Aslam's taste, his smell, flooded Anjali's senses, overwhelming her.


"How did you like it, my slut?" Aslam asked, his voice thick with lust and satisfaction. Anjali's big eyes opened, meeting his gaze and staring at Aslam. The words should have angered her, but instead, they sent a thrill through her. She was his, at least in this moment, and Anjali was enjoying the power she had over Aslam. Anjali pulled her mouth back a little and his penis came out of her mouth, Aslam's penis was shining with Anjali's saliva. 


Anjali took a big breath. "That was... incredible," Anjali murmured, her voice full of lust.

[Ragasiyananban]

Awesome

[val.coutinho]

Superb simply superb.... Eagerly waiting for next update

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Part-5

Aslam smiled, leaning down to kiss Anjali again. The taste of Aslam's semen lingered on Anjali's lips, a reminder of what Anjali had just done. It was a kiss that spoke of his authority, his right to her body. Aslam reached down and grabbed Anjali's sari, pulling it up to expose Anjali's wet, swollen pussy. Anjali gasped, her body reacting to his hardness, Anjali's juices smeared on his thighs. Aslam's eyes never left Anjali, he caressed Anjali's pussy, his thumb moving slowly, deliberately in circles over the top of her pussy. Anjali moaned, her body begging for more and Aslam knew what to do.


Without warning, Aslam pushed Anjali back onto the sacks on the floor, Aslam's hand moving from the top of Anjali's pussy to her entrance. He teased her, thrusting a finger in and out, watching Anjali's face contort with pleasure. Anjali's eyes rolled back, Anjali's hips rose to meet Aslam's hand. "Aslam ji ah," she murmured, a soft moan of need in Anjali's voice. Aslam laughed, his eyes shining with lust. "Aslam ji what?" she said, a low purr in Aslam's voice.


"Fuck me," she gasped, the words coming out without any urgency. Aslam's smile grew wider, Aslam's finger lingering for a few moments, then he pulled it out and lowered his head. Anjali felt Aslam's hot breath on her pussy, Aslam's nose nuzzling into the softness of Anjali's pussy. Then, without hesitation, Aslam's tongue penetrated Anjali's folds, the sensation so sudden and intense that Anjali couldn't stop herself from screaming. The world around them faded away as Aslam licked and sucked, Aslam's mouth working magic on Anjali's sensitive pussy.


Anjali's legs were trembling as she tried to keep herself upright, Anjali's hands were holding the bamboo for support. Aslam's tongue was circling around Anjali's pussy, teasing her with such precision that she was gasping for breath. Anjali had never felt anything so raw, so primitive. The pleasure was exquisite, a seductive sensation that was increasing with each stroke. Anjali's body was a taut bow, on the verge of breaking. Anjali moaned, aaaaaaasssssssss her voice was a sweet and sensual sound of pleasure that mingled with the sounds of the market outside.


Aslam's teeth were touching the sensitive part of Anjali's pussy, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Aslam's grip on Anjali's thighs was firm, holding her in place while his mouth worked its magic. Aslam was relentless, his tongue going deep inside Anjali, tasting every inch of her. Anjali could feel Aslam's hunger, his desire to devour her, his desire to possess her. Anjali's moans grew louder, aaaaahhh ooohhh eeessssss, her breathing grew faster as Anjali felt the ring of tension within her tighten even more.


Suddenly, the shrill sound of her phone ringing pierced the sweet feeling of passion. Anjali's eyes shot open, her heart beating faster as she realised it was her mother calling. Anjali picked up the phone, her hand shaking with a mixture of excitement and fear. Aslam looked at Anjali, his face a picture of pure lust, a glint of annoyance in his eyes at the interruption. "Answer," Aslam demanded, his voice a raspy whisper. "Tell her you're busy."


Anjali's thumb hovered over the green button, Anjali's breathing came in shallow gasps. The ringtone grew louder, a sharp reminder of the world outside their secret haven. With a tremor in her voice, Anjali swiped the screen and brought the phone to her ear. "M-Mummy," Anjali stuttered, trying to compose herself. Anjali's mother's worried voice echoed through the line, asking why she hadn't come home yet and if everything was okay. Anjali could feel Aslam's hot breath on her thighs, Aslam's eyes staring at Anjali, waiting for Anjali's response.


"I-I'm fine," Anjali somehow managed to say, her voice strained. With the phone glued tightly to her ear, Anjali felt Aslam's mouth coming closer to her pussy, Aslam's breath a hot touch on Anjali's sensitive pussy skin. Just as Anjali was about to speak, Aslam's tongue darted out and flicked at her pussy.


Before she could stop it, a moan escaped Anjali's lips and she quickly covered his mouth with her free hand. Anjali's mother's voice on the other side of the line grew even louder. "What's going on, Anjali?"


Aslam took advantage of Anjali's momentary distraction, his tongue slithering into Anjali's wetness. She bit his hand to stifle her screams, her eyes shutting in the effort. Aslam licked and sucked with an enthusiasm that belied his age, Aslam's movements were insistent and demanding.


Anjali's body responded in the same way, the tension growing as Anjali's ass began to push against Aslam's face. "Nothing," Anjali stuttered, her voice muffled by her hand. "I just... spilled something."

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Part-6

Anjali's mother's voice grew louder, a touch of worry creeping up. "What was that sound, Anjali?" Anjali felt the blood rush to her cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and excitement. Aslam's tongue was stroking the upper lips of Anjali's pussy, the sensation so intense that she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building inside her. Anjali swallowed hard, trying to find the words to explain without giving away the secret.


"I-it was nothing," Anjali stuttered, her voice betraying her. "Just... a pussy, it surprised me." The lie felt thick on Anjali's tongue, a sweet and bitter taste that reflected the passionate torment Aslam was inflicting on Anjali. Aslam's mouth moved away from Anjali's pussy, his tongue stroking the length of Anjali's pussy, sliding inside her. Anjali's knees buckled, her body trembling in an effort to keep quiet.


"Are you sure, baby?" There was concern in Anjali's mother's voice. "You're not your type at all." Anjali nodded nervously, though Anjali's mother couldn't see her. "Yes, yes, I'm fine," Anjali said somehow, her voice strained. Aslam's teeth grazed Anjali's inner thigh, Aslam's beard rubbing against Anjali's skin, flames rising behind him as Aslam thrust upward.


"It just… it scared me a little," Anjali said, trying to keep the tremor in her voice from flaring up as Aslam's mouth collided with her pussy again. Anjali felt the first waves of orgasm, it was like a storm brewing on the shore. Aslam's tongue was swirling and sucking like a tornado, and Anjali had to bite her hand to keep from screaming. Anjali's mother's voice grew softer as the sounds of the market grew louder in her ears, the chorus of voices and the clink of metal utensils becoming the backdrop to the music of passion playing in their hidden corner.


"Anjali, what's going on in there? Is everything okay?" Her mother's voice grew louder, piercing through the fog of pleasure that had enveloped Anjali's mind. Aslam's mouth was a force of nature, kissing and biting Anjali's pussy so tenderly that she was on the edge of a screaming orgasm. Anjali could feel Aslam's beard touching her sensitive skin while Aslam licked Anjali's pussy, sending shivers down her spine.


"Yes, Mom, I'm fine," Anjali gasped, her voice a breathless whisper. "It's just... a little noisy in here." Aslam's tongue danced around the inner lips of her pussy, swirling and teasing until Anjali couldn't hold herself back any longer. A moan escaped Anjali's throat, muffled by her hand.


"What was that, Anjali?" Her mother's voice was shrill with concern. "Is there anyone with you?" Anjali's eyes shot open, realizing she had made a mistake. Anjali looked at Aslam, who had a mischievous glint in his eyes, even as he continued his ministrations. Aslam kissed Anjali's pussy deeply, his beard tickling Anjali's sensitive body, and Anjali felt the orgasm threatening to burst out.


"It's nothing, mom," Anjali said, trying to hide the pleasure from her voice. "Just... the market." Anjali's body shuddered when Aslam's tongue slithered over her pussy again, sending waves of pleasure through her. Anjali knew she wouldn't be able to hide the truth from her mother for long. "I have to go," Anjali said somehow, her voice strained. "I'll be home soon," Anjali told her mother.


Giving her pussy one last kiss, Aslam pulled away, his eyes shining with satisfaction. Aslam saw Anjali struggling to stand, her legs wobbling with the intense pleasure. Anjali quickly straightened her sari, tucking the blouse back into place, as Anjali ended the call. "You can't leave yet," Aslam murmured, his voice a seductive purr. "We're 
not done yet."


Anjali's hand hovered over the fabric, her eyes fixed on Aslam. The desire was still there, but so was the fear of getting caught. "My mother," Anjali breathed, her voice a soft tremor. "She'll worry." Aslam's hand shot out, and he caught Anjali's wrist with surprising strength. Aslam pulled Anjali towards him, his grip firm but gentle. "Let her worry," Aslam said, a smile on his lips. “You are mine now.”


Anjali felt panic rise and lust course through her veins. The thought of being claimed by this older, rougher man in such a public place was both scary and exciting. But Anjali knew she couldn’t risk her reputation like that. With determination, Anjali pulled her hand away from the phone. “I will come back,” Anjali whispered, her eyes staring at Aslam. “But not today.”


Aslam’s gaze grew intense, Aslam tightened his grip on Anjali’s wrist. “You promise,” Aslam demanded, his voice a low rumble of need. “You will come back to me, to this place, tomorrow.” Anjali nodded, the promise on her lips a sweet surrender. “I will come here,” Anjali breathed. “Same time.”

[val.coutinho]

Nice update..... But no much replies or likes...... It's such an erotic and excellent plotted story.

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Part-7

Their parting was swift, their eyes locked on each other until the last moment. Anjali felt the lack of his touch like a physical pain, her body already wanting more. Anjali stumbled out of the alley, her legs still shaking from the intensity of the encounter. The market was bustling around Anjali, the bright colours and pungent smells of saris, hot spices and roasted meat, a stark contrast to the dark passion that had just consumed her.


Anjali’s heart was beating fast as she walked through the crowded streets, the calls of the vendors and the clinking of coins like a cacophony in her ears. Anjali couldn’t believe what she had just done, the raw lust and desire that had taken over her body. Still, Anjali couldn’t deny the thrill of it, the way it made her feel alive and vibrant in a way she had never experienced before.

 Introduction to Anjali's Mother -

Name - Madhu A beautiful woman with a bold figure who is living her life the way she wants A woman who controls everyone in her house Figure - 38-30-42


As Anjali approached her apartment complex, the figure of Anjali's mother appeared in the doorway, her eyes narrowed in worry. "Anjali, where were you?" she called out, her voice echoing off the marble floor. Anjali's hand went to her mouth, the taste of Aslam still on her lips. Anjali was searching for a lie, something that could ease her mother's worry, but Anjali's thoughts were a tangled mess of obsession and guilt.


"I-I was just... in the market," Anjali stammered, her eyes darting around. Anjali could feel the wetness between her legs, a persistent reminder of the illicit rendezvous she had just escaped from. Anjali's mother's eyes were on Anjali's face, looking for any sign of deception. "But you've been missing for hours," she insisted, her voice a mix of suspicion and fear.


Anjali swallowed hard, her mind racing for a suitable explanation. “It was crowded,” Anjali said in a coy voice, hoping the blush on her cheeks might be due to the heat, not the passion that still lingered on Anjali’s skin. “I lost track of time.” The lie felt like a weight on Anjali’s chest, a burden she wasn’t used to carrying. But Anjali knew she had to keep her secret, to protect the dangerous adventure Aslam had brought into her life.


Anjali’s mother stared at her for a moment before nodding, the tension in her shoulders easing a little. “Okay, come in,” she said, stepping aside. “Your father is waiting for you.” Anjali followed her into the cool lap of the apartment, the scent of jasmine incense and spiced tea wrapping her like a cozy blanket. Still, Anjali couldn't shake off the feeling of Aslam's rough hands on her body, the way he had taken complete possession of her in the alley.


Dinner was tense, Anjali's parents' conversation echoing in the background while Anjali picked at her food. Anjali's thoughts kept returning to Aslam, the way he had looked at her, the way he had made her feel. Anjali felt like a different person, as if she had been reborn in the dirt and chaos of the bazaar. The thrill of the mystery, the danger of being caught, all of it was a powerful aphrodisiac that made her fidget in her seat.


The rest of the day passed in a blur, Anjali's mind immersed in thoughts of Aslam and their meeting in the market street. She felt a constant throb between her legs, a dreamy echo of his touch. Anjali's body yearned for him, craving the roughness and passion she had never known from her previous, more refined lovers. That night, she lay in her plush bed, unable to sleep, thoughts of Anjali swirling with images of his hands on her, her mouth, his penis inside her.


The next morning, Anjali found herself lying in a tangle of her silken sheets, her body still humming from vivid dreams of Aslam's touch. Anjali reached down to her pussy, her fingers finding the slick moisture that soaked through the fabric. The sensation was almost painful in its intensity, a clear reminder of what she had left unfinished the previous day. Anjali closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh, her hand moving over her pussy in slow, deliberate circles as Anjali imagined Aslam's rough hands on her body.


Startled, Anjali realised someone was coming to the door. Her mother had already knocked on her door twice, urging her to get ready. Anjali knew she had to face the day, but the thought of leaving the sanctuary of her room, where the memory of Aslam's touch still lingered, was almost unbearable. Anjali pulled off the sheets and went to her wardrobe, her heart beating fast as she chose a particularly attractive sari, a deep blue one that made her eyes sparkle and her skin glow. It was a bold choice, one that Anjali hoped would give her the courage to face the day ahead.

[val.coutinho]

Nice update.... Go on let's see where this leads to

[val.coutinho]

No update till now ???

[Projectmp]

Amazing story

[Slave.]

Part-8 


As Anjali walked through the bustling streets, she couldn’t shake off the curiosity that settled in her stomach. Every step brought Anjali closer to Aslam, closer to the adventure that awaited her. Anjali felt naughty, like a teenager sneaking out for a secret rendezvous. The market was a whirlwind of colour and sound, but Anjali moved through it purposefully, her eyes searching for her familiar stalls. When Anjali finally saw Aslam, she felt a jolt of lust that was like a physical shock.


Aslam was arranging a pile of ripe tomatoes, his hands were moving so gracefully that his age was unmistakable. Anjali felt her knees shaking as Aslam approached, Anjali’s pussy already getting wet with need. Aslam looked up, caught Anjali’s eye, and Anjali saw the hunger in Aslam’s gaze. Without saying anything, Anjali slipped into the alley next to Aslam's stall, her heart thumping in her chest. The sounds of the market faded in anticipation, Anjali's breathing shallow.


As soon as Aslam saw Anjali in this bright blue saree, she looked amazing, after all, Aslam followed her, his cock already hardening in his trousers. "Aslam ji," Anjali whispered, her voice playful, "how were the tomatoes today?" It was a question laced with sarcasm, a cheeky nod to their secret meetings. Aslam laughed, the sound low and throaty, his eyes dark with lust. "Plump and sweet, just like you," Aslam murmured, moving towards Anjali.


Anjali's laughter was a pleasant sound, sending shivers down his spine. Anjali came closer, her hand touching the bulge in Aslam’s pants. “And your cucumber?” Anjali’s smile was mischievous, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Her breath hitched, and Aslam grabbed Anjali’s wrist, pulling her closer. “It’s all for you,” Aslam said, his voice raspy.


Aslam slipped his hand under Anjali's saree, his hand felt the heat between Anjali's legs. She gasped, her laughter turning into a whimper as Aslam began to caress her. The roughness of Aslam's touch was like sandpaper on Anjali's sensitive skin, making her nerves burn. "You're so wet," Aslam murmured, his voice full of desire. "You've been thinking about me since yesterday, haven't you?"


Anjali nodded, unable to form words as Aslam's fingers danced over Anjali's pussy. Anjali felt the world around them slip away, the only thing that mattered was the sensation building up inside her. Anjali's body was commanding Aslam, giving Anjali pleasure. "Yes-yes," Anjali finally managed to murmur, her voice a soft tremor. "I want you, Aslam ji."


 With a predatory and affectionate smile, Aslam came closer, his hands went to the waist of Anjali's saree. Aslam deftly untied the string that tied Anjali's petticoat and let it fall on the floor. Aslam's eyes did not move away from Anjali and they kept staring at each other, as Aslam moved the cloth aside, Anjali's naked pussy became visible. Anjali felt a surge of excitement, the cool breeze of the street caressing her hot skin.


Anjali's breath hitched when Aslam bent down, grasping Anjali's thighs with his hands and spreading them wide. Aslam took his time, his eyes lingering on the glistening wetness soaking through Anjali's panties. With a wicked smile, Aslam hooked his thumb into the delicate fabric and slowly, deliberately, dragged it down, taking his time to taste every inch of Anjali's exposed flesh.


"Look at your pussy," Aslam murmured, his voice a low purr of admiration. "So wet, so pink. I've never seen anything like it." Anjali felt a strange mix of pride and embarrassment at Aslam's words. 


Aslam's thumbs were touching the outer edges of Anjali's pussy, sending shivers through Anjali's body. "It's like a ripe fruit," Aslam said, "just waiting to be tasted." Aslam leaned in, his breath hot on Anjali's skin, and Aslam inhaled deeply.


Aslam took a deep breath, Anjali's eyes closed in pleasure as Aslam inhaled her scent. It was a heady mix of sweetness and musk, a scent that was only hers. Anjali felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine as her nostrils flared, her breaths deepened. It was as if Aslam was tasting Anjali's essence, relishing her. Aslam's hands went to Anjali's hips, holding Anjali firmly while Aslam's mouth descended on Anjali's pussy.