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Rinku – Badchalan Bhabhi – The Cook! (Part 82)

 

Not to be outdone, I crawled through the mud & straddled my legs on either side of his body & lowered my pussy onto his still erect cock!

 

Now it was me who was pushing downwards as he caught his breath!

Deeper & deeper into my hungry twat, I swallowed his cock!

 

Soon I was bucking up & down while he thrust upwards shoving his cock further inside me!

 

We fucked like this for quite some time & all through out he controlled himself from ejaculating many times!

Finally, he pushed me away & stood up, but as I tried to get up he held me down in front of him & tapped his dangling boner on my lips!

 

Without a murmur of protest, I slipped his cock deep into my mouth, just as he had shoved it deep within my pussy sometime back!

 

With one hand wrapped around his hairy bum & the other gripping his shaft as I sucked & licked it, I gave him the blow job of his life!

Sometimes I would lick his balls or massage them, all the while ensuring that some part of me was wrapped around his slimy wet cock!

 

Suddenly, he spoke “Rinki…. Andar 16 lund aur bhi hai!” he said & as my eyes widened in panic, he continued saying “agar meri ek boond bhi neeche giri toh mai unn sab ko bula loonga…. Uske baad tera kya hoga tu khud soch sakti hai!”

 

Placing the tip of his engorged penis on the edge of my lips, I mumbled “ek boond bhi nahin waste karoongi… promise!” & I proceeded to swallow his cock, except now it was with much more vigour knowing that I was about to be fed my favorite snack!

 

Within a few minutes, the Cook started groaning as he neared loosing his control!

On my part, I swallowed whatever slime was in my mouth & kept the passage clear for the cum dump that was anticipated!

 

And the Cook didn’t disappoint!

He dumped his entire load in 3 or 4 squirts straight down my throat!

 

But, just to be sure, I kept sucking him off till I was sure he had emptied the last drop that he had in reserve!

 

Finally, with the onlt hint of tiredness he had shown since he had assaulted me, the Cook leaned back against the wall & ran his fingers through my mud coated hair!

 

“Maaja aa gaya Rinki! Bahut maaja aaya!” he said hoarsely!

 

“Mera naam Rinku hai!” I admonished him still kneeling between his legs!

 

“Ha…ha…ha…!” he burst out laughing & then said “Abe randi saali… Rinki nahin Rinku bulata toh kya alag chudwati… saali bhade ki chut…. Kuttiya ko haadi chahiye… phir usse kuttiya bolo ya Rinki ya Rinku! Madarchod saali! Phir kabhi iss taraf aana hua toh aa jaana… agli baar gand maroonga teri….!” The Cook said as he trudged off after pulling out the chopper from the wall which made me sari slip down into the slush below.

 

I was left behind like a used & discarded condom, still kneeling in the sloshy mud!

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Slowly, I crawled to the wall where it had all begun & rested against it, still naked & covered in a streaks of mud!

 

Without moving I pulled my sari towards me & then tried to locate the reminaing fragments of my clothes & finally saw my bra near me floating in a pothole & further away my bunched up panty flopped at the base of a pillar!

 

My blouse seemed to have disappeared so I was left with a mud soaked bra & panty & a tattered & equally soaked sari!

 

It took me almost 20 minutes to somehow wear my bra & panty & dbang the soaking wet sari around my battered body!

 

Even after I wore my clothes, I flopped back in the mud & sat to regain my breath & mainly my composure since my twat was still frothing just by thinking of the abuse the Cook had meted out to me!

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Thankfully my tiny clutch was still where I had tucked it in a small niche when Chany had begun molesting me & luckily it was still dry & had not been soaked in the rain!

 

As I picked up my phone from the purse I saw there were 43 missed calls on it! 40 were from various dewars, no doubt waiting to have some fun with their sex slave bhabhi, but the last 3 were from an unkown number!

Before I could think who the number might belong to, my phone began vibrating & the same unkown number flashed on it!

 

“H..Hello? K..Kaun hai?” I asked.

 

“Rinku? …Rinku MADAMJI…. Mai cab driver….aap ne bolo tha rukhne ke liye… jaate waqt leneke liye..yaad aya?........... Aap abhi wahi ho… ya nikal li kisse aur ka bistar garam karne?” he asked with sarcasm & double meaning dripping from his words!