Fantasy Chronicle of Kajal Aggarwal

[Krishan202]

She straddled my face as she had before the show.


"About here, if I remember correctly," she said.


She looked down at me between her legs. I looked up and couldn't believe how wet her panties were. The material was sodden and shiny. The inside of her thighs were wet too.


"See what you do to me Kajal?" she whispered, "Look how deliciously wet you've made me. Now....what were we doing before we were so rudely interrupted?"


"I was sniffing your panties Miss Pooja," I replied.


She sat down straight onto my face smothering me.


"So you were", she said, "how do they smell now?"


She wriggled around on my face for a few seconds before standing up again.


"Holy shit! You're so fucking wet," I exclaimed, "I can smell you from here, you smell so horny, I want to taste you."


"Oh, I think the horny bitch likes my wet twat," she laughed and sat down again.





I breathed in and nuzzled my nose into her saturated knickers, taking in her heady scent. I almost came on the spot, I was so fucking turned on by her. I stuck out my tongue and licked her gusset, taking the material into my mouth and sucking on it.


She stood up again.


"Patience," she said, "my pussy's not going anywhere, we won't be disturbed."


"I want you," I panted, "can I see you? Properly without the panties?" I begged.


She sat down again. I sucked her wetness and swallowed it like I was dying of thirst.


"Patience," she said again, as she started grinding her cunt into my face.


She was breathing faster and I thought she must be getting the same tingling in her belly that I had got.


"Mmmmmm that's it Kajal, let me fuck your face," she whispered, "feels soooooo fuckkkkinggg gooooood."


She grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my face into her crotch.


"Oooooohhhh, sniff that cunt, you little skank," she said lustfully, grinding into my face harder and faster.


She was panting and I thought she was about to cum, but she yanked my hair back and slammed my head down onto the bench, and stood up again.


"Fucking pussy tease," she said.


"What? No. I want to get you off Miss Pooja."


"You will," she said, defiantly, "not yet though."


"Please, I said, "I want your pussy in my face."


"I thought you wanted to see me properly," she said.


"Oh fuck yes, yes, you know I do," I said excitedly.





She grabbed the remote. Whir, clank, choke. She pinned my head to the bench again so I couldn't move, but it wasn't choking me. It took me by surprise. She reached between her legs and grabbed the flimsy material. She pulled it to the side and lowered herself to within six inches of my face. It was magnificent. Full, pink, puffy outer labia, with darker inner lips. Her inner lips protruded and stuck out about a quarter of an inch. Her clit was huge, like a small nipple and just as hard. I knew she would have a plump pussy, from the way it had felt through her underwear.


"Do you like my fat pussy?" she said, lustfully.


I gasped, "It's beautiful," I said, "take you panties off so I can see it properly."


I was surprised when she got up and did as I asked, without saying a word. She wriggled them off and left them on the floor and resumed her position.


I watched in wanton lust as she lowered herself further and spread her lips open with both hands. She was pink and juicy inside. A little droplet of her juice dribbled out from inside and hung from her lips. It was slimy and stringy and looked delicious.


"Tongue!" she ordered.


I obeyed and stuck my tongue out to try to reach her hole.


Her pussy got lower and I could smell her overpowering, womanly scent properly, musky and erotic. Her lips touched my tongue ever so gently as she teased herself. I got my first taste of her delicious cunt and it was incredible. I licked my lips and sighed, as she moved it just out of reach.


"Do I taste as good as I smell?" she asked, in a breathy voice, obviously getting off on teasing me.


"Better," I said "let me lick it Miss Pooja, pleeeeaseee."


She brushed herself against my tongue again and then back up in a rocking motion. She repeated it three or four times, giving me the slightest taste of her cunt each time. The anticipation was killing me, her fragrant cooch driving me wild with desire for her.





"Beg!" she said, "beg for my pussy in your face."


"Please Miss Pooja, let me lick your cunt, I'm begging you, I want to get make you cum."


"Again," she said.


"Please, sit on my face, let me pleasure you, I need it so bad."


She finally sat down, holding herself open with both hands and my tongue slipped straight up her overheating fuck hole.


She gasped, "Fuck my cunt Kajal, fuck me with your tongue."


I did as I was told, willingly and with enthusiasm, my tongue darting in and out of her sopping hole, while she rubbed her clit on my nose. She was getting wetter by the second, soaking my cheeks and chin as she ground into me, practically riding my face.


"Ooooohhhh fuck yeah, right there, keep going Kajal," she whispered.


I continued assaulting her cooch with my tongue, as she got faster. 'She must be close now,' I thought.


"Yeeessss, keep tonging my hole....yes, fuck, you dirty slut, eat that fat pussy."


My face suddenly got even wetter as she started to cum for me. I felt her vaginal walls contracting on my tongue as I tried to push in further. The chain restricted me, she was in total control.


She reached both hands round the back of my head, pulled my hair and pushed her clit onto my warm tongue.





That did it for her. She screamed in pleasure as she orgasmed at my flicking tongue. I sucked on her hard clit and she shuddered to a huge climax. She pushed my head into her crotch and rubbed against my mouth for all she was worth, cumming and cumming and cumming all over my face. Her legs were trembling, she was panting and I could hear my wet lapping sounds as her meaty pussy contracted in spasms. Her orgasm slowly started to subside, and her thrusts into my face got more spaced out. She finally released her hands from my head and sat back onto my chest breathing heavily.


We both stayed still staring into each other's eyes for a few seconds. She broke the gaze first and looked down at her throbbing pussy with a shy smile. It was the first time I'd seen any weakness from her since we'd met. I liked it, she looked almost cute.


"That was so fucking intense," she finally said.


"You're telling me."


"Wow...just fucking wow!" she panted.


Her pussy was dripping onto my neck adding to the mess on the bench. Pooja pushed her hand down her glistening slit, top to bottom, scbanging off her juices. It made her shiver again, so she stopped. My own snatch was leaking too and I knew it was now going to be her turn to make me cum. It wouldn't take long, I was right on the edge and I had nearly climaxed at the same time Pooja did, without her even touching me.


She slowly got off me, a little shaky on her legs, and walked over to her clothes. I was confused.


"What are you doing?" I demanded.


"Getting dressed," she replied, "we're done."


"What? No! You've not made me cum yet!"


"We're done," she said again, putting her skirt on.





"But I made you cum, now it's my turn," I said, almost wanting to cry, I was so full of emotion and rejection.


"No! I made myself cum using your mouth," she said.


"You selfish fucking bitch! What the fuck is wrong with you?" I said, "I thought we..........."


She didn't let me finish, "you thought what? That we'd become best friends or lovers or something."


"No but......"


"But nothing, you've enjoyed yourself today, you've had two orgasms, that's thanks to me for setting this up for you, you should be more grateful. And now you've made me cum as a thank you, so we're even."