18-11-2020, 12:47 PM
After the tremendous boob play and molestation, Jyoti was lying there on the bed panting and trying desperately to catch her breath, her head was still spinning on cloud 9. In the meanwhile the beast had stood up in front of her and admiring his handiwork, for him women were nothing more than an instrument, to be played, to be perfected and most of all to be enjoyed. His salwar showed a massive tent, meaning his cock was now warmed up for the next bit of action, without giving any rest he ordered Jyoti to sit up.
Imran- “chal uth” (get up)
Jyoti was still lost, she didn’t hear what he said, Imran wasn’t used to insubordination by this bitches, he got furious.
Imran- “Saali Chinaal bola na uth” (stupid slut didn’t I tell you to get up)
Before she had a chance to comprehend or reply he merely bent down and grabbed both of her arms and pulled her up like a rag doll, Jyoti’s head flung back as she was hauled up presenting before him as she sat on the side of the bed; a cute face, still confused with dishevelled hair, and to top it all off massive milk tankers milky white& still red from Imran’s maulings, Imran took a while to appreciate his prey/ trophie, however you wish to look at it.
Then he snapped back to his senses... When you’re in a situation like his, the main think is speed and surprise, whatever you’re doing, if you do it fast enough and surprise than she wont have anything to say, however if you fumble than you will lose the initiative and she will start hesitating. He stood there with both arms on either side of his hips and thrust his hips towards her, the massive tent in his pants gently touched her chin as he gently said...
Imran- "chal rani, shuru ho jaa" (lets go princess, let's start)
Jyoti- "k... k... kya" (w...w....what)
Imran- "khol isse" (open it)
Jyoti was not doing anything, and Imran realised the impasse so he took both of hands and placed them on either side of her waist such that her thumbs were inside the nada (waist band) of his payjamas...
Imran- "ab kya yeh teri maa aakar utaregi yeh payjama" (now what will you mother come and open this for you)
Now Jyoti knew her mother well, she was just a trollop like her, being her mother she also didn't have any shame in front of her own daughter, she used to wear short dresses when she was going out with her father, many times while they were walking out the door Jyoti noticed her father plant a nice big slap on her ass as to remind her to whom did she belong to and now this brute was doing the same, but unlike her father this guy was no business tycoon but common butcher class man who would be saluting her in real life.
Anywyas Jyoti's mind said nothing but her body started to act, she was curious as to what was inside the fabric of this filthy working class man. He began to pull down, Imran had already undid the nada, so his payjama slipped down and was around his feet in no time, Jyoti was thinking that the treasure was inside here but she was wrong, she gasped in anticipation of seeing the monster but all she got to see was the florocent yellow of his dirty, smelly old V cut underwear, Imran realised this and said.
Imran- "kya raani, kaccha bhi na pahenu?" (what darling, shall I not even wear underwear)
Jyoti was agast to see that all that was left between her and the shred of innocence she had left was this dirty, well worn fabric. She could clearly see the outlines of the monster, it's girth, it's rancid aroma and visible stains of cum, urin, and god knows what was all too much for her to bear. Her eyes were almost watering, in her class, even her mother had handled many cocks before, the men, whenever they knew they had some action coming, they would shave off all their pubes and massage it with scented oils to make it smell presentable, but this guy was completely raw, he was like a lion, he didn't depend on asthetics, he depended on raw power
. A lion never cares about how he looks, he cares only about his strength and cunning on how he can catch his prey. She bit her lower lip and began to tug down. The elestic was tight around his lanky hips so it slid down slowly, by the time she reached his penis the elestic was stuck on the protrubrence of his massive cock. She was tugging down but the elestic reached to his mid thighs on the sides, exposed half of his ass on the back but on the front it caught onto and was stuck on his massive cock. Imran knew exactly what to do and what was going to happen next, he wanted to show her some shock and awe.
Jyoti kept pulling down on the elastic, she probally knew that it was a point of no return but she was drawn to the outcome, just like Alice in Wonderland when she fell into the Rabbit Hole and instead of going back kept on continuing into the unknown. She kept pulling the fabric until she could see his pubic region just above his cock, she pulled it further down until the fabric of his underwear was just resting on the tip of his cock, and just then, WHAM!!!!- His underwear slipped off his cock tip and like a spring his cock sprung back and smacked Jyoti on her chin, she felt as though she had been punched or hit with an iron rod and fell back ont the bed. Whe she finally gained her senses and look back at Imran she serioiusly thought that she was dreaming.
Standing there, fully naked was a beast of a man. Face ugly and unforgiving like a butcher, matted unkept hair, and a ferocious beard, strong chest with was covered in hair, like a beard, muscular hands put both sides on his waist, and as her eyes naturally wondered down to his pelvis she saw the most terryfying thing. A mosterous cock, like a country destroying missile, think, long shaft, slightly curved, topped off with his prominenent cock head like the weapon's warhead, because he was circumcised.
Hanging down below was tennis ball sized testicles, contained in a dirty, hairy and low hanging ball sac. The entire beast was sorrounded by a mat of thick pitch black pubic hair, like that maine of a male lion. It was all in all like a pussy breaking machine and Jyoti was frozen in place in fear, she was contemplating if that weapon would burst her uterus upon and was regretting her decision of coming here, but she knew that it was too late.
Imran- “chal uth” (get up)
Jyoti was still lost, she didn’t hear what he said, Imran wasn’t used to insubordination by this bitches, he got furious.
Imran- “Saali Chinaal bola na uth” (stupid slut didn’t I tell you to get up)
Before she had a chance to comprehend or reply he merely bent down and grabbed both of her arms and pulled her up like a rag doll, Jyoti’s head flung back as she was hauled up presenting before him as she sat on the side of the bed; a cute face, still confused with dishevelled hair, and to top it all off massive milk tankers milky white& still red from Imran’s maulings, Imran took a while to appreciate his prey/ trophie, however you wish to look at it.
Then he snapped back to his senses... When you’re in a situation like his, the main think is speed and surprise, whatever you’re doing, if you do it fast enough and surprise than she wont have anything to say, however if you fumble than you will lose the initiative and she will start hesitating. He stood there with both arms on either side of his hips and thrust his hips towards her, the massive tent in his pants gently touched her chin as he gently said...
Imran- "chal rani, shuru ho jaa" (lets go princess, let's start)
Jyoti- "k... k... kya" (w...w....what)
Imran- "khol isse" (open it)
Jyoti was not doing anything, and Imran realised the impasse so he took both of hands and placed them on either side of her waist such that her thumbs were inside the nada (waist band) of his payjamas...
Imran- "ab kya yeh teri maa aakar utaregi yeh payjama" (now what will you mother come and open this for you)
Now Jyoti knew her mother well, she was just a trollop like her, being her mother she also didn't have any shame in front of her own daughter, she used to wear short dresses when she was going out with her father, many times while they were walking out the door Jyoti noticed her father plant a nice big slap on her ass as to remind her to whom did she belong to and now this brute was doing the same, but unlike her father this guy was no business tycoon but common butcher class man who would be saluting her in real life.
Anywyas Jyoti's mind said nothing but her body started to act, she was curious as to what was inside the fabric of this filthy working class man. He began to pull down, Imran had already undid the nada, so his payjama slipped down and was around his feet in no time, Jyoti was thinking that the treasure was inside here but she was wrong, she gasped in anticipation of seeing the monster but all she got to see was the florocent yellow of his dirty, smelly old V cut underwear, Imran realised this and said.
Imran- "kya raani, kaccha bhi na pahenu?" (what darling, shall I not even wear underwear)
Jyoti was agast to see that all that was left between her and the shred of innocence she had left was this dirty, well worn fabric. She could clearly see the outlines of the monster, it's girth, it's rancid aroma and visible stains of cum, urin, and god knows what was all too much for her to bear. Her eyes were almost watering, in her class, even her mother had handled many cocks before, the men, whenever they knew they had some action coming, they would shave off all their pubes and massage it with scented oils to make it smell presentable, but this guy was completely raw, he was like a lion, he didn't depend on asthetics, he depended on raw power
. A lion never cares about how he looks, he cares only about his strength and cunning on how he can catch his prey. She bit her lower lip and began to tug down. The elestic was tight around his lanky hips so it slid down slowly, by the time she reached his penis the elestic was stuck on the protrubrence of his massive cock. She was tugging down but the elestic reached to his mid thighs on the sides, exposed half of his ass on the back but on the front it caught onto and was stuck on his massive cock. Imran knew exactly what to do and what was going to happen next, he wanted to show her some shock and awe.
Jyoti kept pulling down on the elastic, she probally knew that it was a point of no return but she was drawn to the outcome, just like Alice in Wonderland when she fell into the Rabbit Hole and instead of going back kept on continuing into the unknown. She kept pulling the fabric until she could see his pubic region just above his cock, she pulled it further down until the fabric of his underwear was just resting on the tip of his cock, and just then, WHAM!!!!- His underwear slipped off his cock tip and like a spring his cock sprung back and smacked Jyoti on her chin, she felt as though she had been punched or hit with an iron rod and fell back ont the bed. Whe she finally gained her senses and look back at Imran she serioiusly thought that she was dreaming.
Standing there, fully naked was a beast of a man. Face ugly and unforgiving like a butcher, matted unkept hair, and a ferocious beard, strong chest with was covered in hair, like a beard, muscular hands put both sides on his waist, and as her eyes naturally wondered down to his pelvis she saw the most terryfying thing. A mosterous cock, like a country destroying missile, think, long shaft, slightly curved, topped off with his prominenent cock head like the weapon's warhead, because he was circumcised.
Hanging down below was tennis ball sized testicles, contained in a dirty, hairy and low hanging ball sac. The entire beast was sorrounded by a mat of thick pitch black pubic hair, like that maine of a male lion. It was all in all like a pussy breaking machine and Jyoti was frozen in place in fear, she was contemplating if that weapon would burst her uterus upon and was regretting her decision of coming here, but she knew that it was too late.
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