19-04-2021, 08:51 PM
I turned 21. Graduated with a Bachelor of Arts degree. I was a creative person. But my parents thought my only responsibility was to procreate after marriage. I was therefore made to sit at home, awaiting my prince on a white horse who would come, marry me and impregnate me. While sitting at home, when my parents were away at work, time lay heavy on my hands.
There would be times I would glance at the courtyard and the house across. In the later part of the mornings, the door would open and women, different women of different ages would stumble out. Their hair all undone, their lips glistening and an air of contentment about them. After sometime Chandan would saunter out. He would invariably be shirtless. Sometimes in his jeans, sometimes in a lungi, sometimes in shorts.
He would come out, look at our door and go back in. The door was left unlocked and often even not closed.
My touching myself became more frequent.
One day, I still remember that day…..late evening, Chandan’s mother came to our house and told my mother that an urgent job had come up in their native ton and she had to leave in a hurry. She told us to tell Chandan us and left.
The next day morning, my parents went away to work. In the afternoon, Chandan too locked up and left for wherever he went everyday. I was curious and taking the key, stole across to the house and went in.
The house was quiet and still. There was the lady’s clothes neatly folded on a bed in the hall. There was a door leading to a room. So, Chandan used the bedroom. I stole in…..there was a bed , some clothes strewn on the bed. I sat on the bed….I imagined the heat coming off the bed….the heat of that hard male body…..it was getting dark……I suddenly felt uneasy and walked out of the room…out of the house.
A few minutes later I was in our house. I knew my parents would be coming back from work late that day. I cooked the evening meal. I felt restless again. I knew Chandan would not have come back. So I softly went out and stole into his house again. The house was dark, just a dim lamp in the tiny kitchen and a dim lamp in Chandan’s room. But what I saw took my breath away.
Chandan had returned. As I saw him, he was shirtless. His dark and hairy chest wet and gleaming with sweat. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were closed. He was muttering something and my eyes went down.
His jeans was unzipped and pulled down. His right hand was curled around…..around a massive thing……his cock. He was stroking his big, black cock. His hand was big, but the cock was bigger. He stroked his cock, his eyes closed and his sweaty chest heaved.
He was muttering “ Isha…..bitch…..take my cock in your mouth….chinal, ye lo choos mere lund ko…..I want to fuck your mouth” As he took my name with desire, he gyrated his crotch, imitating the fucking he intended to give my mouth.
The dark demon like male, his huge cock and that intense lust in his voice. I stood still. His voice grew hoarse as he muttered about what he wanted to do to my mouth, my tits, my cunt and my ass……my gaand was last on his list, but he seemed to want it most of all.
He groaned and I could see his cock pulsing and a streak of white liquid shot up from the tip of his cock. He shouted my name out loud at the same time and I softly ran out of the house.
There would be times I would glance at the courtyard and the house across. In the later part of the mornings, the door would open and women, different women of different ages would stumble out. Their hair all undone, their lips glistening and an air of contentment about them. After sometime Chandan would saunter out. He would invariably be shirtless. Sometimes in his jeans, sometimes in a lungi, sometimes in shorts.
He would come out, look at our door and go back in. The door was left unlocked and often even not closed.
My touching myself became more frequent.
One day, I still remember that day…..late evening, Chandan’s mother came to our house and told my mother that an urgent job had come up in their native ton and she had to leave in a hurry. She told us to tell Chandan us and left.
The next day morning, my parents went away to work. In the afternoon, Chandan too locked up and left for wherever he went everyday. I was curious and taking the key, stole across to the house and went in.
The house was quiet and still. There was the lady’s clothes neatly folded on a bed in the hall. There was a door leading to a room. So, Chandan used the bedroom. I stole in…..there was a bed , some clothes strewn on the bed. I sat on the bed….I imagined the heat coming off the bed….the heat of that hard male body…..it was getting dark……I suddenly felt uneasy and walked out of the room…out of the house.
A few minutes later I was in our house. I knew my parents would be coming back from work late that day. I cooked the evening meal. I felt restless again. I knew Chandan would not have come back. So I softly went out and stole into his house again. The house was dark, just a dim lamp in the tiny kitchen and a dim lamp in Chandan’s room. But what I saw took my breath away.
Chandan had returned. As I saw him, he was shirtless. His dark and hairy chest wet and gleaming with sweat. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were closed. He was muttering something and my eyes went down.
His jeans was unzipped and pulled down. His right hand was curled around…..around a massive thing……his cock. He was stroking his big, black cock. His hand was big, but the cock was bigger. He stroked his cock, his eyes closed and his sweaty chest heaved.
He was muttering “ Isha…..bitch…..take my cock in your mouth….chinal, ye lo choos mere lund ko…..I want to fuck your mouth” As he took my name with desire, he gyrated his crotch, imitating the fucking he intended to give my mouth.
The dark demon like male, his huge cock and that intense lust in his voice. I stood still. His voice grew hoarse as he muttered about what he wanted to do to my mouth, my tits, my cunt and my ass……my gaand was last on his list, but he seemed to want it most of all.
He groaned and I could see his cock pulsing and a streak of white liquid shot up from the tip of his cock. He shouted my name out loud at the same time and I softly ran out of the house.
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