01-02-2024, 05:03 AM
Ankita and Deepak, feeling very tipsy from their drinks, settled into the cozy ambiance of the room. The soft glow of the night lamp cast a warm light, enhancing the intimate atmosphere. They switched on the television, the screen illuminating the room with scenes from a romantic song.
Deepak, with a playful naughty smile from having too much alcohol, patted his lap, inviting Ankita to join him. "Come here, you'll be more comfortable," he said with a gentle tone. Ankita, hesitantly, made her way over and sat on his lap. They adjusted themselves into a comfortable cuddle, Deepak's arms encircling Ankita's waist. Ankita's enormous and perfect ass was extremely tempting and it was turning Deepak on. She could feel his dick slowly getting harder but she did not say anything.
The song played on, but Deepak's attention was only partially on the screen. He was more engrossed in the little world he had created on the couch. Deepak whispered something about the song, and Ankita laughed drunkenly, her head leaning back against his shoulder.
"Isn't this nice?" Deepak murmured, his voice barely above the movie's soundtrack. Ankita nodded, his hand finding hers and squeezing it gently. "Perfect," he replied, his eyes meeting hers with affection.
As the song progressed, their conversation continued in hushed tones, interspersed with comfortable silences.
Deepak, at one point, brushed a strand of hair from Ankita's face, his fingers lingering for a moment on her cheek. "You know, you're even more beautiful in this light," he said softly. Ankita blushed with uncertainty. He leaned in, planting a tender kiss on her cheek.
The warmth of their embrace, the soft murmurs of their voices, and the emotional depth of the song created a romantic and heartfelt scene. He was lost in her presence, enjoying the simple pleasure of being together in such a cozy and loving setting.
As the song neared its end, Ankita rested her head against Deepak's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. They remained like this, content and wrapped up in each other's presence, as the credits rolled and the screen faded to black. The night was a beautiful blend of romance, comfort, and the deep connection he felt with her.
As the song ended, the room returned to its quiet state, with only the occasional sound from outside disturbing the peace. Ankita and Deepak remained in their embrace, he was eager to not break the moment.
Deepak looked down at Ankita, his eyes reflecting the soft light. "How about a movie? Or we could just sit here and talk," he suggested, his voice tinged with contentment. Ankita looked up, her expression thoughtful. "Talking sounds okay." she replied, her tone cold.
They shifted slightly, making themselves more comfortable. Ankita nestled closer to Deepak, her head still resting against his chest.
At one point, Deepak's voice grew softer, more serious. "You know, moments like these... they mean the world to me, Ankita. Being here with you, it's everything," he said sincerely. Ankita was quiet. "I see! Deepak, you should delete the footage!," she replied.
Deepak felt irritated. "I said I will delete it. Don't ask again!"
She was still sitting on Deepak's lap when she reached out for another peg of whiskey.
As Ankita sipped her glass of whiskey, she felt her world beginning to spin around her, gathering momentum, till the glass slipped out of her hands and landed on the floor.
Deepak looked at her and he smiled. He got up and then laid her out on the large sofa. He gazed at her appreciatively. Her top straps had fallen off her shoulders, baring her ample breasts clad in the skimpy, transparent blue top. The light from the stand lamp made her fair skin shine through the thin material, clearly outlining her black bra. Her bare stomach and deep navel, accentuated by the skirt worn low, looked extremely erotic. He looked down at her and moved in like a wolf closing in on a doe asleep in the forest. He went down on his knees near her feet and slowly lifted her skirt up to her waist. Her soft fair thighs came into view with the flimsy black panty nestling between them. He stroked her thighs and spread them apart and placed his palm on her panty clad pussy.
Ankita felt like her entire body was on fire. She was feeling very aroused. The whiskey got rid of her inhibitions. Deepak also had a little too much. He had vodka earlier and now whiskey. But his deep desire to enjoy Ankita kept him trying hard to control of his mind.
"It's okay Deepak!", Ankita laughed loudly and drunkenly. "I know what you really want. But we can do it again later tomorrow. I am not going to run away". She was smiling as she said this.
Deepak slowly unbuttoned her top and was caressing her breasts. He slipped the bra straps from her shoulders and pulled the cups down to reveal the lush globes with stiffening nipples. Tenderly he palmed them and started to squeeze gently, softly pinching the nipples to cause them to stiffen to hard points. He quickly removed his pants and was rubbing his hardening dick through his underwear.
Ankita felt electricity within her veins. She removed her bra and top and threw it to the side. Deepak is going to fuck her. No other possibility. It had to be done. Might as well make it quick. She absentmindedly reached for the whiskey bottle and had another sip. " this should help!", she thought to herself.
Deepak became busy between her thighs, as he hungrily tongued her pussy through her now wet panties. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and peeled them off her thighs until they were completely off. He resumed his position as he spread her thighs apart vulgarly and inserted first one, then two fingers deep into her slopping wet pussy. With his free hand he removed his underwear. His cock rose swiftly to rigid attention at the sight of a near naked Ankita. He stroked his cock, peeling the foreskin back to reveal an angry purple cockhead, to rock hardness. He extricated his fingers from Ankita's pussy and rubbed the juices on his shaft.
He knelt down in between her legs again and shafted her pussy with his tongue, holding the lips apart so that he could nibble her clit. Deep into her pussy he probed, clamping down on her mons veneris gently with his teeth. He squeezed her thighs till his fingers left impressions on her fair skin; he bit them leaving bite marks.
Ankita involuntarily tried to shut her thighs close, and he was then rubbing his hard organ on her wet pussy lips. Deepak felt bad.
Seeing his changed expressions. Ankita opened her legs again.
"Ankita, if you are not interested we don't have to do it! I will delete the footage anyways", Deepak emotionally replied.
"Stop overacting! Lets get this done and over with", Ankita said and she half smiled at him.
He quickly eased his thick cock into her; it traveled deep inside as he buried himself into her pussy completely. The first thing Ankita realized as she started to feel the effect of alcohol was this very pleasant sensation in her pussy, as if it was on fire, a fire which quenched her thirst - for what she did not know. At the same time her mouth felt sore and her chest heavy. The alcohol made her dehydrated and thirsty.
All these sensations she felt in a fraction of a second. Deepak's tempo increased. She could feel Deepak's heavy and strong hands fondling her breasts. As her ass cheeks lay on the sofa Deepak withdrew his dick from her pussy and then rubbed his cock on her pussy lips, then he had another thrust inside her. She felt this thing deep inside her stretching her pussy wide apart, she felt his hands moving from her breasts to holding her thighs apart, and this thing was moving rapidly in and out of her, churning her body into a vortex of desire. She became aware of her own nudity, and in a flash it dawned on her that she was being fucked, by a lowly office clerk. Her cheeks became red with shame. She wanted to get the whole thing over quickly but it was looking like Deepak is going to take his time and thoroughly fuck her.
Deepak was fucking her and doing such a good job, that inspite of everything she could feel that her pussy was alive and on fire. Every stroke ignited her body and her innards convulse with desire. Deepak reached down and held her arms and pinned them to her sides,
She heard him say, "Ankita Madam, you are such a beautiful woman! Your pussy is gripping me tightly! Just lie back and enjoy it, you will never forget tonight!."
The more she tried to control her facial expressions, the more she excited him. Suddenly, she heard him moaning, "Fuck you Bitch!.. aaah.. ahh.. aahhhh, your pussy is so juicy, can you hear it?" She could feel his rock hard dick that was embedded deep inside her exciting her. She didn't know what excited her, the scalding comment, the fact that she was being fucked by an ugly low class guy or the fact that there was an undeniably vulgar squishy sound emanating from her pussy as his prick moved in and out like a well greased piston. Her nipples were tingling, begging to be sucked as he took them in between in fingers and rolled them like marbles. As she fell back, her mouth opened instinctively and she started moaning harder.. "ufff... hnnngg... mmmpfff.. aaaah.. agggg.. mmmmaa". Suddenly she realized that she was beginning to enjoy the fuck, as she started to move her body up and down his shaft.
Deepak gave a short snort as he realized that she was beginning to enjoy and increased the tempo of his movements. He clutched her breasts harder and kissed her beautiful face. He started to move his lips down to suck her hard swollen nipples. This was like setting a lit taper to dry leaves and Ankita began to shudder and moan even more loudly.
All the shame and guilt of being fucked disappeared from her mind as began to rock with the motion of Deepak's barrage of thrusts. She felt a flood break rose somewhere deep inside her and a wave of heat washed over her body, she was going to cum and send out all the signals to him that she was actually enjoying what was happening. She made one desperate attempt to stop herself but it was too powerful by then. Wave after wave of tremors coursed through her as she released her load of come somewhere deep inside, she had managed to moan heartily as waves of pleasure flooded her.
His cock began to twitch inside Ankita, as he felt her cum, and he withdrew it to the hilt, waited for a second before plunging it all the way back inside as his come rose up to meet Ankita's. He discharged deep inside her with a mighty grunt, saying, "Oh madam, Oh madam, Oh madam", over and over again. As he struggled to move out of the way,
He was completely spent. He laid on top of Ankita. His face was between her two large breasts. He cupped both of her breasts with his hands and kissed the side of her boobs.
He then moved towards her face. "That was an amazing experience! Ankita! I feel lucky!"
He tried to kiss her but she moved her head to the side. He tried again but she avoided the lip to lip kiss.
He embraced her tightly and kissed her neck and they both fell asleep in that position.
Deepak, with a playful naughty smile from having too much alcohol, patted his lap, inviting Ankita to join him. "Come here, you'll be more comfortable," he said with a gentle tone. Ankita, hesitantly, made her way over and sat on his lap. They adjusted themselves into a comfortable cuddle, Deepak's arms encircling Ankita's waist. Ankita's enormous and perfect ass was extremely tempting and it was turning Deepak on. She could feel his dick slowly getting harder but she did not say anything.
The song played on, but Deepak's attention was only partially on the screen. He was more engrossed in the little world he had created on the couch. Deepak whispered something about the song, and Ankita laughed drunkenly, her head leaning back against his shoulder.
"Isn't this nice?" Deepak murmured, his voice barely above the movie's soundtrack. Ankita nodded, his hand finding hers and squeezing it gently. "Perfect," he replied, his eyes meeting hers with affection.
As the song progressed, their conversation continued in hushed tones, interspersed with comfortable silences.
Deepak, at one point, brushed a strand of hair from Ankita's face, his fingers lingering for a moment on her cheek. "You know, you're even more beautiful in this light," he said softly. Ankita blushed with uncertainty. He leaned in, planting a tender kiss on her cheek.
The warmth of their embrace, the soft murmurs of their voices, and the emotional depth of the song created a romantic and heartfelt scene. He was lost in her presence, enjoying the simple pleasure of being together in such a cozy and loving setting.
As the song neared its end, Ankita rested her head against Deepak's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. They remained like this, content and wrapped up in each other's presence, as the credits rolled and the screen faded to black. The night was a beautiful blend of romance, comfort, and the deep connection he felt with her.
As the song ended, the room returned to its quiet state, with only the occasional sound from outside disturbing the peace. Ankita and Deepak remained in their embrace, he was eager to not break the moment.
Deepak looked down at Ankita, his eyes reflecting the soft light. "How about a movie? Or we could just sit here and talk," he suggested, his voice tinged with contentment. Ankita looked up, her expression thoughtful. "Talking sounds okay." she replied, her tone cold.
They shifted slightly, making themselves more comfortable. Ankita nestled closer to Deepak, her head still resting against his chest.
At one point, Deepak's voice grew softer, more serious. "You know, moments like these... they mean the world to me, Ankita. Being here with you, it's everything," he said sincerely. Ankita was quiet. "I see! Deepak, you should delete the footage!," she replied.
Deepak felt irritated. "I said I will delete it. Don't ask again!"
She was still sitting on Deepak's lap when she reached out for another peg of whiskey.
As Ankita sipped her glass of whiskey, she felt her world beginning to spin around her, gathering momentum, till the glass slipped out of her hands and landed on the floor.
Deepak looked at her and he smiled. He got up and then laid her out on the large sofa. He gazed at her appreciatively. Her top straps had fallen off her shoulders, baring her ample breasts clad in the skimpy, transparent blue top. The light from the stand lamp made her fair skin shine through the thin material, clearly outlining her black bra. Her bare stomach and deep navel, accentuated by the skirt worn low, looked extremely erotic. He looked down at her and moved in like a wolf closing in on a doe asleep in the forest. He went down on his knees near her feet and slowly lifted her skirt up to her waist. Her soft fair thighs came into view with the flimsy black panty nestling between them. He stroked her thighs and spread them apart and placed his palm on her panty clad pussy.
Ankita felt like her entire body was on fire. She was feeling very aroused. The whiskey got rid of her inhibitions. Deepak also had a little too much. He had vodka earlier and now whiskey. But his deep desire to enjoy Ankita kept him trying hard to control of his mind.
"It's okay Deepak!", Ankita laughed loudly and drunkenly. "I know what you really want. But we can do it again later tomorrow. I am not going to run away". She was smiling as she said this.
Deepak slowly unbuttoned her top and was caressing her breasts. He slipped the bra straps from her shoulders and pulled the cups down to reveal the lush globes with stiffening nipples. Tenderly he palmed them and started to squeeze gently, softly pinching the nipples to cause them to stiffen to hard points. He quickly removed his pants and was rubbing his hardening dick through his underwear.
Ankita felt electricity within her veins. She removed her bra and top and threw it to the side. Deepak is going to fuck her. No other possibility. It had to be done. Might as well make it quick. She absentmindedly reached for the whiskey bottle and had another sip. " this should help!", she thought to herself.
Deepak became busy between her thighs, as he hungrily tongued her pussy through her now wet panties. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and peeled them off her thighs until they were completely off. He resumed his position as he spread her thighs apart vulgarly and inserted first one, then two fingers deep into her slopping wet pussy. With his free hand he removed his underwear. His cock rose swiftly to rigid attention at the sight of a near naked Ankita. He stroked his cock, peeling the foreskin back to reveal an angry purple cockhead, to rock hardness. He extricated his fingers from Ankita's pussy and rubbed the juices on his shaft.
He knelt down in between her legs again and shafted her pussy with his tongue, holding the lips apart so that he could nibble her clit. Deep into her pussy he probed, clamping down on her mons veneris gently with his teeth. He squeezed her thighs till his fingers left impressions on her fair skin; he bit them leaving bite marks.
Ankita involuntarily tried to shut her thighs close, and he was then rubbing his hard organ on her wet pussy lips. Deepak felt bad.
Seeing his changed expressions. Ankita opened her legs again.
"Ankita, if you are not interested we don't have to do it! I will delete the footage anyways", Deepak emotionally replied.
"Stop overacting! Lets get this done and over with", Ankita said and she half smiled at him.
He quickly eased his thick cock into her; it traveled deep inside as he buried himself into her pussy completely. The first thing Ankita realized as she started to feel the effect of alcohol was this very pleasant sensation in her pussy, as if it was on fire, a fire which quenched her thirst - for what she did not know. At the same time her mouth felt sore and her chest heavy. The alcohol made her dehydrated and thirsty.
All these sensations she felt in a fraction of a second. Deepak's tempo increased. She could feel Deepak's heavy and strong hands fondling her breasts. As her ass cheeks lay on the sofa Deepak withdrew his dick from her pussy and then rubbed his cock on her pussy lips, then he had another thrust inside her. She felt this thing deep inside her stretching her pussy wide apart, she felt his hands moving from her breasts to holding her thighs apart, and this thing was moving rapidly in and out of her, churning her body into a vortex of desire. She became aware of her own nudity, and in a flash it dawned on her that she was being fucked, by a lowly office clerk. Her cheeks became red with shame. She wanted to get the whole thing over quickly but it was looking like Deepak is going to take his time and thoroughly fuck her.
Deepak was fucking her and doing such a good job, that inspite of everything she could feel that her pussy was alive and on fire. Every stroke ignited her body and her innards convulse with desire. Deepak reached down and held her arms and pinned them to her sides,
She heard him say, "Ankita Madam, you are such a beautiful woman! Your pussy is gripping me tightly! Just lie back and enjoy it, you will never forget tonight!."
The more she tried to control her facial expressions, the more she excited him. Suddenly, she heard him moaning, "Fuck you Bitch!.. aaah.. ahh.. aahhhh, your pussy is so juicy, can you hear it?" She could feel his rock hard dick that was embedded deep inside her exciting her. She didn't know what excited her, the scalding comment, the fact that she was being fucked by an ugly low class guy or the fact that there was an undeniably vulgar squishy sound emanating from her pussy as his prick moved in and out like a well greased piston. Her nipples were tingling, begging to be sucked as he took them in between in fingers and rolled them like marbles. As she fell back, her mouth opened instinctively and she started moaning harder.. "ufff... hnnngg... mmmpfff.. aaaah.. agggg.. mmmmaa". Suddenly she realized that she was beginning to enjoy the fuck, as she started to move her body up and down his shaft.
Deepak gave a short snort as he realized that she was beginning to enjoy and increased the tempo of his movements. He clutched her breasts harder and kissed her beautiful face. He started to move his lips down to suck her hard swollen nipples. This was like setting a lit taper to dry leaves and Ankita began to shudder and moan even more loudly.
All the shame and guilt of being fucked disappeared from her mind as began to rock with the motion of Deepak's barrage of thrusts. She felt a flood break rose somewhere deep inside her and a wave of heat washed over her body, she was going to cum and send out all the signals to him that she was actually enjoying what was happening. She made one desperate attempt to stop herself but it was too powerful by then. Wave after wave of tremors coursed through her as she released her load of come somewhere deep inside, she had managed to moan heartily as waves of pleasure flooded her.
His cock began to twitch inside Ankita, as he felt her cum, and he withdrew it to the hilt, waited for a second before plunging it all the way back inside as his come rose up to meet Ankita's. He discharged deep inside her with a mighty grunt, saying, "Oh madam, Oh madam, Oh madam", over and over again. As he struggled to move out of the way,
He was completely spent. He laid on top of Ankita. His face was between her two large breasts. He cupped both of her breasts with his hands and kissed the side of her boobs.
He then moved towards her face. "That was an amazing experience! Ankita! I feel lucky!"
He tried to kiss her but she moved her head to the side. He tried again but she avoided the lip to lip kiss.
He embraced her tightly and kissed her neck and they both fell asleep in that position.
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