12-05-2019, 11:10 AM
Samita used to stay in the building opposite our building, her room facing ours. There was a single common narrow road of approximately six meters which separated the buildings and altogether four families stayed there. My family and Samita used to stay in the first floor while two other families stayed in the ground floor of the two facing buildings. All the four families were tenants of a common owner.
Samita was into her early twenties. She was a fair looking woman, a bit obese though not plump. She was a single mother of a six month old child. She ran a parlor in the local market complex and probably made a good amount of money. She seemed a very lonely and taciturn person and she hardly talked to anyone in our locality. She had occasional guests at her house but none of them stayed permanently with her to take care of the child. Sometimes we, me and my wife, felt pity on her as to how she managed her child and business together.
Introducing me, I am, Amit, 30 years old, a married man with a loving wife and our union had made us parents of a single child, then five years old. I work in a bank. We were a happy family and I never had sex with anyone other than my wife simply because I was aware of the possible complications it could bring in our married life. But I was always interested to get a blowjob from someone as my wife didn't wish to put my thing deep inside her throat.
It was a fateful night in April. My wife had gone to my in laws with our child. I had just come from my office and sat in my balcony alone going through my Facebook pages. It was dark there. I heard the sound of a scooter below. I raised my head a bit to see it was Samita with her child in a backpack firmly tied across her chest. She put the scooter in the garage and after a few minutes I saw the lights in her room switched on. Then she opened her doors and windows. I was in a position where she could not see me. So I relaxed myself in the chair to keek on her activities.
She had removed her child and put him on the bed. And then, I saw her undressing. She removed her T-shirt and the jeans. Now she stood in her bra and panties very much unaware that someone was looking at her. She left the room perhaps to the bathroom and came back after a few minutes. This time she was in a bathrobe.
She sat herself in front of the mirror with her back facing me. She combed her hair and then she got up. To my surprise, she removed the bathrobe completely and stood facing me. I felt my organ grow in my pants. Her slightly sagging but alluring globes were large and they fit her chest perfectly. She was a bit fat but that did not take away the sexy tag from her. I raised my phone camera and clicked a photo of her in this position in the flash off mode. She again sat in front of the mirror and started fondling both of her breasts. She took each one of them to her mouth to lick her nipples.
And then, I realized one of her hands gradually moved down her body. She got up and moved to her bed and I could not see her any further. I lowered my pants and started stroking my organ thinking about her nudity. It was only after I had ejaculated that I saw her nude body rise up from the bed and move away perhaps to the bathroom again. She must have fingered herself to an orgasm, I thought. She came back again to her bedroom. She wore her brassiere and put a t-shirt over. She wore a half pant and then switched off the lights.
I came back to my room. It was a shock for me. I went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for myself. After I had my dinner, I came back to my bed and looked at her picture again and like a pervert started licking her nipples over the phone. I had an instant hard on. I imagined fucking her hard and began jerking my organ till I came. I realized that I had to talk to her with some wicked intention going in my mind.
The next day, I took guard of the moment when she was coming out of her house. When she finally locked her house and came down the pike to the garage, I climbed down to confront her.
"Hello Samita," I smiled at her.
She was wearing a green salwar and a white kameez with the baby wrapped to her chest and she looked back at me with an astonishing look as we had never spoken before.
"Samita, I have something to discuss with you," I said.
"Yes Bhaiiya, What is it?"
Bhaiyya means Brother in English.
I came closer to her and took out the mobile from my pocket. I moved to the gallery section to the picture that I had clicked last night. I gave her the mobile and said:
"See this," I said.
She looked at her nude photo and was taken aback. The clarity of the photo was excellent and her face could be easily made out.
"Bhaiya, what is this?" She asked in a shocking voice.
"I had taken this beautiful click last night. My intentions are clear. Listen to me carefully. I can post this pic in the internet and spoil your life." I said in an insolent voice.
She looked at me shocked. She could not speak a word and then suddenly her fingers moved over the screen and she deleted the photo.
"Ha Ha," I laughed at her. "That's of no use. I have saved multiple copies of it."
She looked terrified. She folded her hands and begged me:
"Bhaiya, please spare me. I have this child to take care of. It will affect his future. Please have a thought about him. Please don't do anything that will spoil my name and also his."
"Then you have to do me a favor."
"Bhaiya, I am a very poor girl. I can't give you any money."
"Money! I don't need your money." I answered. "You possess something more beautiful than money. You have a very nice mouth."
Samita was into her early twenties. She was a fair looking woman, a bit obese though not plump. She was a single mother of a six month old child. She ran a parlor in the local market complex and probably made a good amount of money. She seemed a very lonely and taciturn person and she hardly talked to anyone in our locality. She had occasional guests at her house but none of them stayed permanently with her to take care of the child. Sometimes we, me and my wife, felt pity on her as to how she managed her child and business together.
Introducing me, I am, Amit, 30 years old, a married man with a loving wife and our union had made us parents of a single child, then five years old. I work in a bank. We were a happy family and I never had sex with anyone other than my wife simply because I was aware of the possible complications it could bring in our married life. But I was always interested to get a blowjob from someone as my wife didn't wish to put my thing deep inside her throat.
It was a fateful night in April. My wife had gone to my in laws with our child. I had just come from my office and sat in my balcony alone going through my Facebook pages. It was dark there. I heard the sound of a scooter below. I raised my head a bit to see it was Samita with her child in a backpack firmly tied across her chest. She put the scooter in the garage and after a few minutes I saw the lights in her room switched on. Then she opened her doors and windows. I was in a position where she could not see me. So I relaxed myself in the chair to keek on her activities.
She had removed her child and put him on the bed. And then, I saw her undressing. She removed her T-shirt and the jeans. Now she stood in her bra and panties very much unaware that someone was looking at her. She left the room perhaps to the bathroom and came back after a few minutes. This time she was in a bathrobe.
She sat herself in front of the mirror with her back facing me. She combed her hair and then she got up. To my surprise, she removed the bathrobe completely and stood facing me. I felt my organ grow in my pants. Her slightly sagging but alluring globes were large and they fit her chest perfectly. She was a bit fat but that did not take away the sexy tag from her. I raised my phone camera and clicked a photo of her in this position in the flash off mode. She again sat in front of the mirror and started fondling both of her breasts. She took each one of them to her mouth to lick her nipples.
And then, I realized one of her hands gradually moved down her body. She got up and moved to her bed and I could not see her any further. I lowered my pants and started stroking my organ thinking about her nudity. It was only after I had ejaculated that I saw her nude body rise up from the bed and move away perhaps to the bathroom again. She must have fingered herself to an orgasm, I thought. She came back again to her bedroom. She wore her brassiere and put a t-shirt over. She wore a half pant and then switched off the lights.
I came back to my room. It was a shock for me. I went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for myself. After I had my dinner, I came back to my bed and looked at her picture again and like a pervert started licking her nipples over the phone. I had an instant hard on. I imagined fucking her hard and began jerking my organ till I came. I realized that I had to talk to her with some wicked intention going in my mind.
The next day, I took guard of the moment when she was coming out of her house. When she finally locked her house and came down the pike to the garage, I climbed down to confront her.
"Hello Samita," I smiled at her.
She was wearing a green salwar and a white kameez with the baby wrapped to her chest and she looked back at me with an astonishing look as we had never spoken before.
"Samita, I have something to discuss with you," I said.
"Yes Bhaiiya, What is it?"
Bhaiyya means Brother in English.
I came closer to her and took out the mobile from my pocket. I moved to the gallery section to the picture that I had clicked last night. I gave her the mobile and said:
"See this," I said.
She looked at her nude photo and was taken aback. The clarity of the photo was excellent and her face could be easily made out.
"Bhaiya, what is this?" She asked in a shocking voice.
"I had taken this beautiful click last night. My intentions are clear. Listen to me carefully. I can post this pic in the internet and spoil your life." I said in an insolent voice.
She looked at me shocked. She could not speak a word and then suddenly her fingers moved over the screen and she deleted the photo.
"Ha Ha," I laughed at her. "That's of no use. I have saved multiple copies of it."
She looked terrified. She folded her hands and begged me:
"Bhaiya, please spare me. I have this child to take care of. It will affect his future. Please have a thought about him. Please don't do anything that will spoil my name and also his."
"Then you have to do me a favor."
"Bhaiya, I am a very poor girl. I can't give you any money."
"Money! I don't need your money." I answered. "You possess something more beautiful than money. You have a very nice mouth."
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