03-01-2022, 01:55 PM
Slowly she moved her right hand towards the top, right above her breast. Gently and slowly, she slid her finger inside and touched the cup over the right breast. She pinched the cup and pulled it gradually, taking it outside her top through the neck. The cup was half out and above the nipple of the right breast.
Now she had to get the left cup part. Moving her hand over the left breast, she slid her hand inside the left part of the top through the neck and pinched the top side of the cup. With a quick pull, she got the entire cup out from the left breast. Now she simply had to pull the bra out through the top.
She folded it neatly, one cup over the other, and placed it on the box. Her nipples were poking through the white top. Taking off panty was difficult, but she had to do it. She moved to the corner of her seat. Her legs were under the table, making it less obvious for people even if they looked at what she was doing.
Mumtaz moved both her hands to her thighs under the table. She traced the mini skirt's boundary just above her knee. She held the tip of the skirt and started pulling it up very slowly, making sure if people were looking at her. It crossed her thigh and reached almost to her pussy region.
Mumtaz looked down to see her white panty under the table. She moved her right hand towards her panty and slid her forefinger under the elastic edge of the panty. Gently she pushed the panty, opening up gaps on both sides of her legs.
Quickly she moved the forefinger of left hand towards the gap formed between her naked skin and panty. Mumtaz now slowly pulled the panty downwards, using her left hand on the left leg. Simultaneously she ran her right hand towards the right side and followed the process.
Very gently, she rolled the panty downwards from her crotch to the position of her mini skirt edge she had rolled up before. Gently rolling it downwards, the panty rolled across her thighs and then to her knee. She placed her hands back at the table and looked around once more.
Mumtaz had to just shake her legs, and the rolled panty fell on the floor. Mumtaz gently bent down and grabbed the panty from the tiled floor and placed it on her lap, and looked around one last time. Then she unrolled it on her lap and folded it from the middle and placed it on the box.
Mumtaz looked at her bra and panty placed inside the box and then shut it hard. Mumtaz walked out of CCD, talking to herself, "I can do it." She took the escalator. The absence of a panty holding together her booty in the tight white mini skirt became a lovely disaster for her.
Her ass showed a perfect curve from the sides and the impression of a crack between the meaty ass. People behind her giggled. Every step Mumtaz took caused her uncontrollable ass to shake and sway. Mumtaz stopped for a second and tried to pull and adjust her skirt.
She placed her hand on her breast to prevent her ample breasts from showing off her cleave as she bent. Mumtaz knew her nipples formed an impression on her white top. She had no choice. She wasn't allowed to wear the shawl. But why did she agree to a stranger?
Mumtaz's white top gave off her pinkish-brown nipples located exactly at the center of her breasts. Her breasts jiggled and almost popped out of her top. She was already causing wet dreams among horny men around.
Mumtaz slowly walked into the lingerie shop 'Enchanted' and dropped the box at the counter.
"I was supposed to drop it here."
"Mumtaz?" The receptionist girl asked.
"Yes, please be quick," Mumtaz had to whisper. The girl quickly took the box and placed it under something and grabbed a small black packet and gave it to Mumtaz.
"In case you need some hot lingerie, we are open!" the girl giggled, looking at the pointed perky nipple impressions on her top. Mumtaz received another text.
"Walk straight from the entrance, take the Fire Escape door, and go inside 'Storage 2.' "
"No, thanks!" Mumtaz said, staring at her phone screen and started walking, holding the packet. She took the same route, walked straight to find an entrance with 'FIRE ESCAPE' on it with bold capital letters, and found 'storage 2' board on a blue door.
There were 4-5 doors there. Everything seems to be locked except this. She pushed the door open and closed it behind her. "Done!" She texted him.
"Open the packet and wear the blindfold." Mumtaz got another notification. Mumtaz knew there was no point in resisting and asking questions now. She placed her phone and handbag on the old creaky wooden table at the center of the small room.
The room was very dimly lit and had racks all around, some empty, and some had large cartons. Even without the blindfold, visibility was too low. Mumtaz took the blindfold and placed it on over her eyes, stretched the elastic, and tied behind her head.
Just as she did a knot, Mumtaz felt something on her ass. She felt jeans cloth on her back. She could feel everything over her thin skirt. Mumtaz felt something rubbing against her back. It was his crotch! Mumtaz tried to slither and push him away when his strong hands grabbed her from behind!
"Is that you? Admirer?"
Mumtaz tried to slither and push him away when his strong hands grabbed her from behind!
"Is that you? Admirer?"
"Yes," an eerie whisper landed on Mumtaz's ears. She could feel her skin getting aroused. She had goosebumps. Mumtaz could not resist his advances. "Who are you?" She asked again, "Please show me your face!"
His strong hands slid through her wide waist and grabbed her open, exposed milky belly. He ran his fingers through her love folds. His rough palm was feeling Mumtaz's belly from the bottom of her top to the beginning of her skirt.
Mumtaz let out a sigh when his fingers traced her belly button, circling like a bull around it with his finger. She had a large navel hole and was very sensitive to touch. Mumtaz arched backward when he poked her belly button with his pinkie finger, she could feel his boner on her ass.
"Please show me your face!" Mumtaz moaned, "I will let you have me after that!"
Even Mumtaz couldn't comprehend what she just said now. She was ready to open her legs for a complete stranger. Even though not divorced, she was legally married still. She still had her wedding ring, and here she was ready to spread her legs.
"Please," Mumtaz moaned again, slowly finding pleasure in grinding her ass against his groin.
"Not Yet!" The reply was stern and rude.
Mumtaz could hear the sound of elastic stretching and unzip behind her. She rubbed her ass again over his groin. But something was different. It was his naked cock rubbing against her ass cheeks now. He had unzipped his pants!
The last time she felt a penis was ten years back, she was grinding herself on his hard dick. Meanwhile, she felt his hands running down her belly to her thighs. His fingers grabbed the skirt-end at her knee, then quickly pulled it up.
The skirt was too tight for her thick thighs and her huge ass. It didn't budge from her ass cheeks. Mumtaz knew what to do. She slowly unhooked the skirt locked at her waist. It had loosened now, and he rolled it up at her waist.
Mumtaz was letting a stranger look at her naked ass for the first time after her wedding night. Never seen sunlight, it was a treasured prize milky fair as milk itself. His two hands grabbed both her ass cheeks and squeezed.
Mumtaz grabbed the table in front of her and arched her ass for him to do everything he wanted. He rubbed his fully erect cock on her ass cheeks, and Mumtaz complied. She gained pleasure from her cock and its tip rubbing against her skin.
She widened her stance to let him rub it right between her ass. She felt it move between her ass cheeks and almost poking in her butt. She wanted him, but she was scared. His hand tiptoed across her waist to her upper belly and her neck. It then grabbed her top and pulled it down, letting her bosom breath.
Her breasts were exposed to this chilling atmosphere, and she didn't resist. His huge palm cupped her right breast, and her nipples were squeezed. She moaned gently and seductively. But his hands wouldn't stop there. Even though it was squeezing her white right breasts, giving it light red impressions.
He wasn't satisfied. He forced himself on her curvy body and ran his other hand down her waist to her skirt. Pushing it through the upper opening, he found her neatly trimmed pussy. He had forgotten that he made her take it off. His long slender finger wriggled between her pussy lips, grazing against the clit.
It found the clit's entrance, which caused Mumtaz to let out a loud moan. He didn't have a choice but to move his hand from her breast to her mouth. He cupped her mouth, but she still moaned through it. His fingers were that good between her legs. Simultaneously he pumped his dick between her ass.
He drilled her pussy with his fingers for another 10 minutes. First, it was just one finger, and when she started getting wet, he pushed another in. Her pussy was now wet and lubricated for him to explore it. He moved in with his fingers like an explorer and found her G-spot.
With every touch, she moaned through her hands, Mumtaz was oozing out cum. The room was filled with her muffled moans and the wet sound of skin rubbing against each other. He stopped.
"Why, what happened?" Mumtaz could hardly gather words. He grabbed Mumtaz by her ass and turned her around. Then lifted her up and placed her on the table. He was so close to her, that his lips almost kissed her. But he didn't!
With a quick movement, he rolled her skirt again over her waist. He took a moment to enjoy the scenery of her wet milky pussy. He didn't waste time, kneeled down, and jumped in between her legs. Holding her with a hand on her ass and another on her thigh. He started devouring it.
Mumtaz had to cup her mouth herself to prevent her loud moans from attracting people. His tongue was magic. It created fireworks inside her. It licked her clit like it was ice cream. He licked her juices from top to bottom of her pussy lips. He was rolling and circling his tongue around her clit.
His tongue was made for her pussy. It licked her hole and rolled to whatever extent it could go inside her hole. Mumtaz couldn't hold much longer. She was hardly touched by anyone else than herself in the last 10 years. This stranger had not only licked her pussy, but fingered her and ground her ass too.
"Please, who are you?" She moaned again, trying to push his head away from her pussy. But instead, she grabbed his hair and forced him more between her legs. "Please! I am close, move." She moaned through her hand, cupping her face.
Mumtaz was scared to piss him off by releasing it on his face. But she also wanted to. Mumtaz felt his strong hands squeezing her bare butt and forcing it towards him. He was simultaneously grabbing her thighs and pushing his face between her legs. She realized he wanted it.
She locked his head between her thighs and forced her pussy over his face, then arched backward, giving him full access. His rough tongue was as good as a driller. She tightened her palm over her mouth. She was there.
Then came her loud muffled moan along with her juices flowing through her pussy on to his face. Mumtaz squirted! Mumtaz loosened her grip on his head and fell backward tired. He grabbed her again and slowly placed her on the table and wiped his face.
One last time he looked at Mumtaz. What a beauty! There she was lying on a table. Her top pulled down with her breasts exposed -- nipples hard and a breast reddish due to all the squeezing and pressing. The top rolled and placed between her breasts and belly above the belly button.
The skirt too was rolled up and placed on her waist, with her entire pussy still exposed. It was still wet and glistening due to the juices. Her thick thighs resting tired. The admirer took out his phone and snapped a pic! He looked at her face again.
All this happened with Mumtaz being blindfolded, and she had still not seen his face. "Please, who are you?" Mumtaz pleaded in her tired sweet voice. She could hear him walking out, she couldn't stop him. But he sent her a message soon.
"You taste like candy! Taking your lingerie but left another pair and a shawl at the table. Go home!"
Mumtaz rested another 15 minutes on that table. She had a satisfaction that she had never got. She moved her hand between her legs. She was still dripping wet. Mumtaz got up and took the lingerie her admirer had kept it on the table. She didn't wear it. She was wet, and she didn't want to spoil the lingerie with her juices.
Mumtaz pulled back the straps of her top and pushed her boobs back into it, then adjusted the skirt. Dbanging the shawl over her breast, she walked out of the room and jumped into the partially open elevator.
It was just her and a young man inside. He couldn't stop staring at her butt. Mumtaz tapped on the parking lot button and adjusted her skirt then growled at him "Pervert!"
Back at home, Mumtaz had to touch herself once more, then she took a bath. Wearing the bathrobe, she walked towards her phone.
"You touched me, but I don't even know who you are!"
"You will know! But not yet."
The reply wasn't what Mumtaz expected, but she was satisfied. Mumtaz was in a world of her own from then. She felt loved physically and mentally for the first time. She felt like a man is waiting for her in bed the first time. She felt like she could open up her thighs and invite him inside. She was in lust land.
It has been 2 whole days since the admirer had contacted her. Mumtaz was depressed but fully active in her case.
Dressed in formal black trousers and a black jacket with a white shirt inside and a white tie, Mumtaz was dressed like a professional lawyer. Mumtaz had started an attraction to trendy colorful lacy lingerie and bought at least a dozen from 'Enchanted.'
Right now, Mumtaz was wearing a pinkish white lacy lingerie with floral patterns inside her suit. She had worn a bra with padded cups, which made her breasts look larger. But the head veil still couldn't be eliminated.
"So, I guess you are well prepared!" Alex had an asserting voice.
"Don't worry! We are all set," Mumtaz replied.
Mumtaz and Alex were waiting beside the room near the courtroom. It was their first hearing, and Alex had paid a hefty amount to Mumtaz. Alex was pleading, 'Not guilty.' Almost everyone knew he was guilty. But what they didn't know was he knew where he hid the gold.
"Just say you were wrongly accused," Mumtaz gave instructions to Alex, "There is no enough evidence to accuse you," Mumtaz continued. "Make sure you don't say anything out of what we have prepared."
Mumtaz would never leave any loopholes for her opponent. Not that any opponent could match her level of intellect. Mumtaz's face lit up when her mobile vibrated. It was him.
"Hello, sexy woman!"
"Hello!" Mumtaz replied.
"I know you are at the court. If you want to meet me, the gent's washroom!"
That was not something Mumtaz would do. She had hardly 30 minutes for the hearing, and she would not even go near the gent's washroom. "No! I have a hearing. Also, who the hell are you?" Mumtaz was trying to be rude.
"The man who did this to you!" came a reply with the same photo he took yesterday. Mumtaz resting on the table with her breasts popping out and skirt pulled up till her waist, exposing all of her pussy.
"Don't even try to blackmail me!" Mumtaz replied, infuriated.
"No, never. Just showing you this. Trust me, I won't leak this! Come to the gent's washroom, you won't regret this. I have a gift for you," came another reply.
"Please, no! Maybe later the hearing and somewhere else" She texted him back.
"Hearing in 30 minutes, I will take hardly 10," the reply was quick.
Mumtaz stared at her watch. She had just 28 minutes now. She looked at Alex. "Alex, go to the courtroom and wait. I will come there in 15 minutes." She ordered at Alex."Sure!" Alex trusted Mumtaz because she had never lost any cases.
Mumtaz grabbed her file with all the evidence and walked towards the gent's washroom. She would never let confidential files alone, not even with her clients. She knew the value of information and how it can turn around verdicts. She stopped at the door of the washroom, she had the file on her left hand.
"Come in quick!" She got another text. Mumtaz looked around and gently pushed open the door, then walked in. Despite being a public washroom, it was very clean.
"Where...?" before she could complete her sentence, a pair of strong hands blinded her from behind. She could hear the door lock behind her. "Please, how long will you hide from me," she begged.
"Long enough to make you dripping wet," His rough manly voice said. He moved her slowly towards the hand wash area with mirrors. Mumtaz placed her file on the granite base. He pulled out her head veil slowly from behind.
He blindfolded her eyes by covering her face from just above her nose to the back of her head, where she made a bun with her hairs. Mumtaz looked like batman now.
"What's with you and blindfolds, where is my gift?" she giggled.
"Wait, ma'am," He whispered by kissing over her ears. His strong, rugged hands moved from the back of her head to her breasts. He squeezed them a couple of times over the jacket before going to her waist. He stopped as his finger found the buckle of Mumtaz's black trousers.
He unbuckled Mumtaz's trousers then quickly pushed it down through the sides. Soon as the elastic went down the curve of her ass, it slid down quickly. Mumtaz was standing in gent's washroom without pants, and she arched to grind his groin.
"Not yet!" He was assertive. Then similarly, he rolled her panties and pulled it downwards till her knee. Then gently grabbing her naked butt, he pulled them apart, widening the ass crack. Mumtaz could hear him taking out something from his pocket.
With his fingers, he traced out the ass hole and gently touched it. Then whatever he had in his hands, he touched her asshole with it. It was made of metal and cold. Mumtaz shivered for a moment. "It's a plug," he moaned into her ears
Gently he rolled the butt plug at her asshole. The conical pointed end seems to go inside the hole a bit. Mumtaz tried to slither, and he held her tightly. It was well lubricated too. H rolled it gradually and let one-fourth of it inside her. With a hand, he covered her mouth to prevent any screams.
He knew this was her first time in ass, and she would moan. With all his might, he pushed half of it inside her asshole. Mumtaz let out muffled moans through his hand, or was it screams?
He was gripping her tightly. Mumtaz could guess he was about to do it, and then he pushed the entire thing inside. He took his hand away from her mouth. "Idiot, you don't know how it pains, anal is against my religion," she shouted but then reduced the voice.
"I know!" He said calmly and slapped her butt. Mumtaz wanted to scream, but she controlled. He kneeled and pulled up her panty then helped her buckle back her trousers. Before she undid her blindfold, he vanished. Mumtaz grabbed her file.
Mumtaz checked her watch. She was already late, and she wanted to run. "Ouch," she moaned. The plug was ramming her insides. She walked slowly, gently increasing pace enough so that she was fast and not hurting herself.
"Where the hell were you?" Alex glared at her.
Mumtaz was late by 10 minutes. She apologized to the court and walked limping.
"Are you alright?" asked the judge from his podium.
"Nothing, your honor, just a sprain."
Even if she told she had a butt plug up her ass, would they believe? The entire session, Mumtaz walked suffering the pain and enjoying the pleasure it gave. Initial pains had become a pleasure. She was wet inside her pussy despite debating with her foe. This was a win for her was sure. She never lost.
Now she had to get the left cup part. Moving her hand over the left breast, she slid her hand inside the left part of the top through the neck and pinched the top side of the cup. With a quick pull, she got the entire cup out from the left breast. Now she simply had to pull the bra out through the top.
She folded it neatly, one cup over the other, and placed it on the box. Her nipples were poking through the white top. Taking off panty was difficult, but she had to do it. She moved to the corner of her seat. Her legs were under the table, making it less obvious for people even if they looked at what she was doing.
Mumtaz moved both her hands to her thighs under the table. She traced the mini skirt's boundary just above her knee. She held the tip of the skirt and started pulling it up very slowly, making sure if people were looking at her. It crossed her thigh and reached almost to her pussy region.
Mumtaz looked down to see her white panty under the table. She moved her right hand towards her panty and slid her forefinger under the elastic edge of the panty. Gently she pushed the panty, opening up gaps on both sides of her legs.
Quickly she moved the forefinger of left hand towards the gap formed between her naked skin and panty. Mumtaz now slowly pulled the panty downwards, using her left hand on the left leg. Simultaneously she ran her right hand towards the right side and followed the process.
Very gently, she rolled the panty downwards from her crotch to the position of her mini skirt edge she had rolled up before. Gently rolling it downwards, the panty rolled across her thighs and then to her knee. She placed her hands back at the table and looked around once more.
Mumtaz had to just shake her legs, and the rolled panty fell on the floor. Mumtaz gently bent down and grabbed the panty from the tiled floor and placed it on her lap, and looked around one last time. Then she unrolled it on her lap and folded it from the middle and placed it on the box.
Mumtaz looked at her bra and panty placed inside the box and then shut it hard. Mumtaz walked out of CCD, talking to herself, "I can do it." She took the escalator. The absence of a panty holding together her booty in the tight white mini skirt became a lovely disaster for her.
Her ass showed a perfect curve from the sides and the impression of a crack between the meaty ass. People behind her giggled. Every step Mumtaz took caused her uncontrollable ass to shake and sway. Mumtaz stopped for a second and tried to pull and adjust her skirt.
She placed her hand on her breast to prevent her ample breasts from showing off her cleave as she bent. Mumtaz knew her nipples formed an impression on her white top. She had no choice. She wasn't allowed to wear the shawl. But why did she agree to a stranger?
Mumtaz's white top gave off her pinkish-brown nipples located exactly at the center of her breasts. Her breasts jiggled and almost popped out of her top. She was already causing wet dreams among horny men around.
Mumtaz slowly walked into the lingerie shop 'Enchanted' and dropped the box at the counter.
"I was supposed to drop it here."
"Mumtaz?" The receptionist girl asked.
"Yes, please be quick," Mumtaz had to whisper. The girl quickly took the box and placed it under something and grabbed a small black packet and gave it to Mumtaz.
"In case you need some hot lingerie, we are open!" the girl giggled, looking at the pointed perky nipple impressions on her top. Mumtaz received another text.
"Walk straight from the entrance, take the Fire Escape door, and go inside 'Storage 2.' "
"No, thanks!" Mumtaz said, staring at her phone screen and started walking, holding the packet. She took the same route, walked straight to find an entrance with 'FIRE ESCAPE' on it with bold capital letters, and found 'storage 2' board on a blue door.
There were 4-5 doors there. Everything seems to be locked except this. She pushed the door open and closed it behind her. "Done!" She texted him.
"Open the packet and wear the blindfold." Mumtaz got another notification. Mumtaz knew there was no point in resisting and asking questions now. She placed her phone and handbag on the old creaky wooden table at the center of the small room.
The room was very dimly lit and had racks all around, some empty, and some had large cartons. Even without the blindfold, visibility was too low. Mumtaz took the blindfold and placed it on over her eyes, stretched the elastic, and tied behind her head.
Just as she did a knot, Mumtaz felt something on her ass. She felt jeans cloth on her back. She could feel everything over her thin skirt. Mumtaz felt something rubbing against her back. It was his crotch! Mumtaz tried to slither and push him away when his strong hands grabbed her from behind!
"Is that you? Admirer?"
Mumtaz tried to slither and push him away when his strong hands grabbed her from behind!
"Is that you? Admirer?"
"Yes," an eerie whisper landed on Mumtaz's ears. She could feel her skin getting aroused. She had goosebumps. Mumtaz could not resist his advances. "Who are you?" She asked again, "Please show me your face!"
His strong hands slid through her wide waist and grabbed her open, exposed milky belly. He ran his fingers through her love folds. His rough palm was feeling Mumtaz's belly from the bottom of her top to the beginning of her skirt.
Mumtaz let out a sigh when his fingers traced her belly button, circling like a bull around it with his finger. She had a large navel hole and was very sensitive to touch. Mumtaz arched backward when he poked her belly button with his pinkie finger, she could feel his boner on her ass.
"Please show me your face!" Mumtaz moaned, "I will let you have me after that!"
Even Mumtaz couldn't comprehend what she just said now. She was ready to open her legs for a complete stranger. Even though not divorced, she was legally married still. She still had her wedding ring, and here she was ready to spread her legs.
"Please," Mumtaz moaned again, slowly finding pleasure in grinding her ass against his groin.
"Not Yet!" The reply was stern and rude.
Mumtaz could hear the sound of elastic stretching and unzip behind her. She rubbed her ass again over his groin. But something was different. It was his naked cock rubbing against her ass cheeks now. He had unzipped his pants!
The last time she felt a penis was ten years back, she was grinding herself on his hard dick. Meanwhile, she felt his hands running down her belly to her thighs. His fingers grabbed the skirt-end at her knee, then quickly pulled it up.
The skirt was too tight for her thick thighs and her huge ass. It didn't budge from her ass cheeks. Mumtaz knew what to do. She slowly unhooked the skirt locked at her waist. It had loosened now, and he rolled it up at her waist.
Mumtaz was letting a stranger look at her naked ass for the first time after her wedding night. Never seen sunlight, it was a treasured prize milky fair as milk itself. His two hands grabbed both her ass cheeks and squeezed.
Mumtaz grabbed the table in front of her and arched her ass for him to do everything he wanted. He rubbed his fully erect cock on her ass cheeks, and Mumtaz complied. She gained pleasure from her cock and its tip rubbing against her skin.
She widened her stance to let him rub it right between her ass. She felt it move between her ass cheeks and almost poking in her butt. She wanted him, but she was scared. His hand tiptoed across her waist to her upper belly and her neck. It then grabbed her top and pulled it down, letting her bosom breath.
Her breasts were exposed to this chilling atmosphere, and she didn't resist. His huge palm cupped her right breast, and her nipples were squeezed. She moaned gently and seductively. But his hands wouldn't stop there. Even though it was squeezing her white right breasts, giving it light red impressions.
He wasn't satisfied. He forced himself on her curvy body and ran his other hand down her waist to her skirt. Pushing it through the upper opening, he found her neatly trimmed pussy. He had forgotten that he made her take it off. His long slender finger wriggled between her pussy lips, grazing against the clit.
It found the clit's entrance, which caused Mumtaz to let out a loud moan. He didn't have a choice but to move his hand from her breast to her mouth. He cupped her mouth, but she still moaned through it. His fingers were that good between her legs. Simultaneously he pumped his dick between her ass.
He drilled her pussy with his fingers for another 10 minutes. First, it was just one finger, and when she started getting wet, he pushed another in. Her pussy was now wet and lubricated for him to explore it. He moved in with his fingers like an explorer and found her G-spot.
With every touch, she moaned through her hands, Mumtaz was oozing out cum. The room was filled with her muffled moans and the wet sound of skin rubbing against each other. He stopped.
"Why, what happened?" Mumtaz could hardly gather words. He grabbed Mumtaz by her ass and turned her around. Then lifted her up and placed her on the table. He was so close to her, that his lips almost kissed her. But he didn't!
With a quick movement, he rolled her skirt again over her waist. He took a moment to enjoy the scenery of her wet milky pussy. He didn't waste time, kneeled down, and jumped in between her legs. Holding her with a hand on her ass and another on her thigh. He started devouring it.
Mumtaz had to cup her mouth herself to prevent her loud moans from attracting people. His tongue was magic. It created fireworks inside her. It licked her clit like it was ice cream. He licked her juices from top to bottom of her pussy lips. He was rolling and circling his tongue around her clit.
His tongue was made for her pussy. It licked her hole and rolled to whatever extent it could go inside her hole. Mumtaz couldn't hold much longer. She was hardly touched by anyone else than herself in the last 10 years. This stranger had not only licked her pussy, but fingered her and ground her ass too.
"Please, who are you?" She moaned again, trying to push his head away from her pussy. But instead, she grabbed his hair and forced him more between her legs. "Please! I am close, move." She moaned through her hand, cupping her face.
Mumtaz was scared to piss him off by releasing it on his face. But she also wanted to. Mumtaz felt his strong hands squeezing her bare butt and forcing it towards him. He was simultaneously grabbing her thighs and pushing his face between her legs. She realized he wanted it.
She locked his head between her thighs and forced her pussy over his face, then arched backward, giving him full access. His rough tongue was as good as a driller. She tightened her palm over her mouth. She was there.
Then came her loud muffled moan along with her juices flowing through her pussy on to his face. Mumtaz squirted! Mumtaz loosened her grip on his head and fell backward tired. He grabbed her again and slowly placed her on the table and wiped his face.
One last time he looked at Mumtaz. What a beauty! There she was lying on a table. Her top pulled down with her breasts exposed -- nipples hard and a breast reddish due to all the squeezing and pressing. The top rolled and placed between her breasts and belly above the belly button.
The skirt too was rolled up and placed on her waist, with her entire pussy still exposed. It was still wet and glistening due to the juices. Her thick thighs resting tired. The admirer took out his phone and snapped a pic! He looked at her face again.
All this happened with Mumtaz being blindfolded, and she had still not seen his face. "Please, who are you?" Mumtaz pleaded in her tired sweet voice. She could hear him walking out, she couldn't stop him. But he sent her a message soon.
"You taste like candy! Taking your lingerie but left another pair and a shawl at the table. Go home!"
Mumtaz rested another 15 minutes on that table. She had a satisfaction that she had never got. She moved her hand between her legs. She was still dripping wet. Mumtaz got up and took the lingerie her admirer had kept it on the table. She didn't wear it. She was wet, and she didn't want to spoil the lingerie with her juices.
Mumtaz pulled back the straps of her top and pushed her boobs back into it, then adjusted the skirt. Dbanging the shawl over her breast, she walked out of the room and jumped into the partially open elevator.
It was just her and a young man inside. He couldn't stop staring at her butt. Mumtaz tapped on the parking lot button and adjusted her skirt then growled at him "Pervert!"
Back at home, Mumtaz had to touch herself once more, then she took a bath. Wearing the bathrobe, she walked towards her phone.
"You touched me, but I don't even know who you are!"
"You will know! But not yet."
The reply wasn't what Mumtaz expected, but she was satisfied. Mumtaz was in a world of her own from then. She felt loved physically and mentally for the first time. She felt like a man is waiting for her in bed the first time. She felt like she could open up her thighs and invite him inside. She was in lust land.
It has been 2 whole days since the admirer had contacted her. Mumtaz was depressed but fully active in her case.
Dressed in formal black trousers and a black jacket with a white shirt inside and a white tie, Mumtaz was dressed like a professional lawyer. Mumtaz had started an attraction to trendy colorful lacy lingerie and bought at least a dozen from 'Enchanted.'
Right now, Mumtaz was wearing a pinkish white lacy lingerie with floral patterns inside her suit. She had worn a bra with padded cups, which made her breasts look larger. But the head veil still couldn't be eliminated.
"So, I guess you are well prepared!" Alex had an asserting voice.
"Don't worry! We are all set," Mumtaz replied.
Mumtaz and Alex were waiting beside the room near the courtroom. It was their first hearing, and Alex had paid a hefty amount to Mumtaz. Alex was pleading, 'Not guilty.' Almost everyone knew he was guilty. But what they didn't know was he knew where he hid the gold.
"Just say you were wrongly accused," Mumtaz gave instructions to Alex, "There is no enough evidence to accuse you," Mumtaz continued. "Make sure you don't say anything out of what we have prepared."
Mumtaz would never leave any loopholes for her opponent. Not that any opponent could match her level of intellect. Mumtaz's face lit up when her mobile vibrated. It was him.
"Hello, sexy woman!"
"Hello!" Mumtaz replied.
"I know you are at the court. If you want to meet me, the gent's washroom!"
That was not something Mumtaz would do. She had hardly 30 minutes for the hearing, and she would not even go near the gent's washroom. "No! I have a hearing. Also, who the hell are you?" Mumtaz was trying to be rude.
"The man who did this to you!" came a reply with the same photo he took yesterday. Mumtaz resting on the table with her breasts popping out and skirt pulled up till her waist, exposing all of her pussy.
"Don't even try to blackmail me!" Mumtaz replied, infuriated.
"No, never. Just showing you this. Trust me, I won't leak this! Come to the gent's washroom, you won't regret this. I have a gift for you," came another reply.
"Please, no! Maybe later the hearing and somewhere else" She texted him back.
"Hearing in 30 minutes, I will take hardly 10," the reply was quick.
Mumtaz stared at her watch. She had just 28 minutes now. She looked at Alex. "Alex, go to the courtroom and wait. I will come there in 15 minutes." She ordered at Alex."Sure!" Alex trusted Mumtaz because she had never lost any cases.
Mumtaz grabbed her file with all the evidence and walked towards the gent's washroom. She would never let confidential files alone, not even with her clients. She knew the value of information and how it can turn around verdicts. She stopped at the door of the washroom, she had the file on her left hand.
"Come in quick!" She got another text. Mumtaz looked around and gently pushed open the door, then walked in. Despite being a public washroom, it was very clean.
"Where...?" before she could complete her sentence, a pair of strong hands blinded her from behind. She could hear the door lock behind her. "Please, how long will you hide from me," she begged.
"Long enough to make you dripping wet," His rough manly voice said. He moved her slowly towards the hand wash area with mirrors. Mumtaz placed her file on the granite base. He pulled out her head veil slowly from behind.
He blindfolded her eyes by covering her face from just above her nose to the back of her head, where she made a bun with her hairs. Mumtaz looked like batman now.
"What's with you and blindfolds, where is my gift?" she giggled.
"Wait, ma'am," He whispered by kissing over her ears. His strong, rugged hands moved from the back of her head to her breasts. He squeezed them a couple of times over the jacket before going to her waist. He stopped as his finger found the buckle of Mumtaz's black trousers.
He unbuckled Mumtaz's trousers then quickly pushed it down through the sides. Soon as the elastic went down the curve of her ass, it slid down quickly. Mumtaz was standing in gent's washroom without pants, and she arched to grind his groin.
"Not yet!" He was assertive. Then similarly, he rolled her panties and pulled it downwards till her knee. Then gently grabbing her naked butt, he pulled them apart, widening the ass crack. Mumtaz could hear him taking out something from his pocket.
With his fingers, he traced out the ass hole and gently touched it. Then whatever he had in his hands, he touched her asshole with it. It was made of metal and cold. Mumtaz shivered for a moment. "It's a plug," he moaned into her ears
Gently he rolled the butt plug at her asshole. The conical pointed end seems to go inside the hole a bit. Mumtaz tried to slither, and he held her tightly. It was well lubricated too. H rolled it gradually and let one-fourth of it inside her. With a hand, he covered her mouth to prevent any screams.
He knew this was her first time in ass, and she would moan. With all his might, he pushed half of it inside her asshole. Mumtaz let out muffled moans through his hand, or was it screams?
He was gripping her tightly. Mumtaz could guess he was about to do it, and then he pushed the entire thing inside. He took his hand away from her mouth. "Idiot, you don't know how it pains, anal is against my religion," she shouted but then reduced the voice.
"I know!" He said calmly and slapped her butt. Mumtaz wanted to scream, but she controlled. He kneeled and pulled up her panty then helped her buckle back her trousers. Before she undid her blindfold, he vanished. Mumtaz grabbed her file.
Mumtaz checked her watch. She was already late, and she wanted to run. "Ouch," she moaned. The plug was ramming her insides. She walked slowly, gently increasing pace enough so that she was fast and not hurting herself.
"Where the hell were you?" Alex glared at her.
Mumtaz was late by 10 minutes. She apologized to the court and walked limping.
"Are you alright?" asked the judge from his podium.
"Nothing, your honor, just a sprain."
Even if she told she had a butt plug up her ass, would they believe? The entire session, Mumtaz walked suffering the pain and enjoying the pleasure it gave. Initial pains had become a pleasure. She was wet inside her pussy despite debating with her foe. This was a win for her was sure. She never lost.
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