Gay/Lesb - LGBT The Forbidden World of the Dark Alley

[Abirkkz]

The city streets lay silent under the weight of the deep night, broken only by distant dog barks and the soft chirping of crickets. Ratan’s small shop was shuttered, a single dingy yellow bulb casting faint shadows across the walls. Ratan sat on an old wooden bench, his mind swirling with the forbidden, fevered moments spent with Paglee. Her soft body lingered in his senses, the heat of her touch still burning beneath his skin, his cock half-hard under his lungi, pulsing with the memory of her.

A sudden knock on the iron door—once, twice, thrice—snapped him upright, his heart pounding. Who could it be at this hour? security officer? A neighbor? Someone connected to Paglee? His trembling hand reached for the door, and he peered through the narrow slit.
Outside stood a woman—Rita. Her long black hair swayed in the night breeze, a tight red saree clinging to every curve of her taut body. Her full breasts strained against the fabric, the faint outline of her nipples visible. Her waist was narrow, her hips round and firm, the saree hugging her muscular thighs. A mischievous smile played on her lips, her eyes glinting with a predator’s intensity that set Ratan’s chest ablaze. He didn’t know her, but her gaze, her magnetic presence, and the honeyed lilt in her voice ensnared him.
“Who are you?” Ratan whispered, fear and curiosity tangling in his throat.
“I’m Rita,” she purred, her voice dripping with allure. “Open the door, Ratan. We need to talk.”
His hands shook. His mind screamed danger, but Rita’s eyes, her body’s silent call, overpowered his resistance. The iron door creaked open, and Rita stepped inside, her saree brushing the floor, her anklets tinkling softly. A heady mix of rose and earthy musk wafted from her, thickening Ratan’s breath.
She closed the door, sliding the bolt with a metallic clank that echoed in the small shop. Turning to him, her eyes sparkled with devilish intent.
“What’s your name?” she asked, her tone firm, a faint smile curling her lips.
“Ratan… but who are you? What do you want this late?” His voice wavered, his eyes locked on her form.
Rita stepped closer, her saree slipping slightly, revealing the glistening curve of her cleavage in the dim light. “I saw you, Ratan. With Paglee. Your hands on her soft body, your cock inside her—what a show you put on.”
Ratan’s face paled, his legs trembling, hands clammy. “No… you’re mistaken! I didn’t do anything!” he stammered, eyes dropping to the floor.
Rita closed the distance, her anklets chiming. “Don’t lie. I saw it all—your cock pounding her ass, her screams filling the air. I could tell everyone—your father, your mother, the neighbors. Your shop would be ruined. You’d have to leave this place.”
Ratan’s breath caught, panic seizing him. He dropped to his knees, clutching the hem of her saree. “Please, Rita, don’t do this! I’m sorry, it was a mistake. I’ll do anything you say!” Tears welled in his eyes, his voice breaking.
Rita’s fingers grazed his hair, her smile softening. “Alright, Ratan. I can keep your secret. But on one condition.”
He looked up, fear and curiosity warring in his gaze. “What condition? I’ll do it!”

Rita slowly peeled away her saree, revealing her flawless body in the faint light. Her full breasts stood firm, dark nipples erect. Her waist was slender, her stomach smooth, her hips round and taut. Then, between her thighs, a six-inch cock stood rigid, its tip glistening with precum, trembling slightly.
Ratan’s eyes widened, his breath heavy. “I used to be a man,” Rita said, her voice low and commanding. “Surgery made me a woman, but I kept this. Everyone fucks me, but I don’t get to fuck them. Tonight, I’m going to fuck you.”
Ratan’s mouth went dry. “But I…” he started, but Rita pressed a finger to his lips, her soft touch sending a jolt through him.
“Quiet. Do this, and your secret stays safe. And trust me, you’ll love it—pleasure like you’ve never known.”
His mind reeled, torn between fear and the undeniable pull of her body, her cock, her honeyed voice. “Okay, Rita. I agree. Just… don’t hurt me.”
Rita’s smile gleamed with triumph. “I won’t hurt you, Ratan. I’ll make you feel ecstasy.”
She tugged off his lungi, revealing his seven-inch cock, hard and slick with arousal. Stripping away her saree, she stood bare—her full breasts, narrow waist, round hips, and rigid cock a vision of raw desire. She pushed him onto the bench, parting his legs. “Relax, Ratan. My cock’s going to fill your ass, and you’ll lose your mind,” she whispered, her eyes blazing.
Ratan trembled. “Rita, I’m scared…”
She leaned down, her lips crashing against his, her tongue invading his mouth, sucking hungrily. “Your lips are sweet, Ratan,” she murmured, her fingers pinching his nipples. “So hot… did you burn like this for Paglee?”
Ratan moaned, “Ah… Rita, please…” Her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly. “So thick,” she teased, her tongue flicking the slick tip. Ratan shuddered, “Oh… what are you doing?”
Rita spat on her fingers, rubbing his tight hole, easing a finger inside to loosen him. our ass is perfect for my cock,” she purred. Ratan gasped, “Slowly, Rita…”
She positioned her six-inch cock at his entrance, pushing in gently. Ratan cried out, “It hurts!”
“Shh, relax. The pleasure’s coming,” she soothed, her tongue tracing his neck as she began to thrust. Her cock stretched him, the veined shaft rubbing his insides, sending unfamiliar waves of sensation through him. Pain melted into pleasure. “Oh… Rita, this… it’s incredible!” he gasped, his ass clenching around her.
Her breasts bounced with each thrust, sweat gleaming on her skin. She bit his nipple, growling, “Your moans are delicious!” Ratan’s hands gripped her waist, “Rita… harder!”
Her thrusts grew fierce, her muscular thighs slapping against him, the bench creaking loudly. Her cock plunged deep, each movement igniting his nerves. “Fuck, Ratan, your ass is sucking me in!” she panted, her nails digging into his hips, sweat dripping onto his skin.
Ratan’s body teetered on the edge, his seven-inch cock throbbing in her hand, precum dripping. “Rita… you’re driving me insane!” he moaned, his ass gripping her cock tighter with each thrust. Her hand stroked him furiously, fingers slick with his arousal. “Your cock’s about to explode in my hand,” she growled, her teeth grazing his nipple.
The bench groaned under their frenzied rhythm, dust falling from the ceiling. Rita’s breaths grew ragged, her eyes fluttering shut. “Ratan… I can’t hold it!” she roared, her body trembling. With a primal cry, her cock erupted, flooding his ass with hot, thick cum. The warmth spread through him, pushing him over the edge.
“Rita… I’m… ah!” Ratan’s cock spasmed, shooting ropes of cum across her stomach, her breasts, the bench. His body convulsed, pleasure crashing through him. “Rita… you’re fucking incredible!” he gasped, a faint smile breaking through.
They collapsed, panting, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. For a moment, they lay in silence, the air heavy with their shared release. Rita sat up, her smile radiant. “No need to worry, Ratan. Your secret’s safe. But this night… I’ll never forget it.”
Ratan couldn’t speak, his body still humming, a strange calm settling in his mind. Rita adjusted her saree, lit a cigarette, and slipped out of the shop without a sound.
Ratan remained on the bench, his mind reeling—from fucking Paglee to being fucked by Rita, a trans woman whose touch had unraveled him. This night, like the one with Paglee, would remain a secret chapter in his life, etched in his soul forever.