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

[Abirkkz]

The noon heat pressed down on the deserted alley, the streets silent under the oppressive sun. Ratan’s shop shutter was half-lowered, casting a dim veil over the interior. He had ventured out earlier, driven by the smoldering ache from the previous night, searching for Paglee. Her wild laughter, her yielding body, and the reckless abandon of their encounter fueled his restless desire for another taste. But after scouring the narrow lanes, Paglee was nowhere to be found. Disappointment gnawed at him as he trudged back.

Suddenly, Rita appeared before him, blocking his path. Her tight saree clung to her curves, her full breasts and slender waist gleaming in the sunlight. Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, as if she could read the hunger in his soul.
“Looking for that madwoman, you filthy dog?” Rita’s voice dripped with playful scorn.
Ratan flinched, his face paling. “No… I was just heading home,” he stammered, his eyes darting away.
Rita’s laugh was sharp, predatory. “No need to go home. Come with me.”
He hesitated, torn between fear and the magnetic pull of her presence. Her commanding gaze and sultry tone left him no choice. He nodded, following her back to the shop. They slipped inside, locking the door behind them.
In the dim light, the shop transformed into a secret chamber, thick with unspoken promises. Rita turned to him, her eyes blazing. Without warning, she slapped him hard across the face—once, twice. Ratan’s head snapped back, his cheeks burning, tears stinging his eyes.
“Why the drama?” she snapped. “Next time, you obey me without hesitation.”
Ratan’s face throbbed, words failing him. Rita stepped closer, her demeanor softening. She held a cold bottle of Coke, taking a sip before offering it to him. “Drink,” she said, her voice now laced with tenderness. “No more tears.”
She brushed his cheek gently, her lips grazing his in a soft kiss. A shiver ran through Ratan’s body, the pain melting into a strange warmth. Rita tilted the bottle to his lips, the cold liquid soothing his throat, calming the storm within him.
“Couldn’t find Paglee, huh?” Rita teased, her smile wicked. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. The way you fucked her… it made me want to have her too.”
Ratan’s cheeks flushed, but her words ignited a spark in him. Rita shed her saree, her naked body glowing in the faint light. Her full breasts stood firm, her narrow waist flowing into round hips. Between her thighs, her six-inch cock stood erect, its tip glistening. Ratan’s eyes lingered, a mix of curiosity and desire stirring within.
“On your knees,” Rita commanded. He hesitated, but her authority was undeniable. He knelt before her, her cock inches from his face, its warm, musky scent filling his senses. She gripped his hair, guiding her shaft to his lips. “Open,” she ordered, pushing herself into his mouth.
Ratan’s mouth filled with her heat, his breath catching as she began to thrust slowly. Her cock slid against his tongue, the taste of her precum mingling with his saliva. Rita’s moans were soft, her grip tightening in his hair as she rocked her hips, her shaft gliding deeper. Ratan’s eyes watered, but a strange thrill surged through him, his own cock hardening beneath his lungi.
Rita stood by the bench, her saree hiked to her waist, her cock fully exposed. Ratan knelt before her, his lips brushing her tip, slick with precum. Her hand rested on his hair, tugging gently. Their breaths were heavy, her anklets jingling softly. She rubbed her cock against his lips, smearing precum across them. Ratan opened his mouth, his tongue flicking over the head, tasting her. Rita moaned, easing her shaft deeper, his lips sealing around her base. She thrust gently, her cock sliding in and out, Ratan’s tongue tracing the veins, circling the tip. Her pace quickened, her cock hitting the back of his throat, her grip tightening. Ratan’s muffled moans vibrated against her, his hands gripping her firm ass, pulling her closer. The shop echoed with the wet sounds of their rhythm.
Rita slowed, pulling out, leaving Ratan gasping, his lips slick, his eyes alight with arousal. She sat on the edge of the bench, legs spread, her cock glistening. “Again,” she purred, pulling him close. Ratan knelt, taking her back into his mouth, his lips tight around her shaft, his tongue swirling. Rita’s hips rocked faster, her cock plunging deep, her moans growing louder. Ratan’s hand found her ass, squeezing as he matched her rhythm, his other hand stroking his own throbbing cock. Rita’s fingers gripped his shoulders, her anklets chiming with each thrust. The air was thick with heat, sweat, and raw desire.
Rita stopped him, her eyes blazing with lust. She lay back on the bench, legs spread wide. “Lick my ass,” she commanded. Ratan hesitated, but her gaze compelled him. He lowered his face, his tongue tentatively brushing her tight hole. Rita moaned, her body trembling as he circled her rim, his tongue probing deeper. His hands caressed her ass, squeezing gently, her skin warm under his touch. Rita’s moans grew louder, her body arching, her hand pressing his head closer, urging his tongue deeper. Ratan’s licks grew bolder, his tongue swirling inside her, teasing her sensitive spots. The shop echoed with her cries, her ass quivering against his mouth.
Rita pulled him up, her lips crashing against his in a fierce kiss. Their tongues tangled, her breath hot against his, the taste of her lingering. Ratan’s hands roamed her back, pulling her closer as their kiss deepened, lips and tongues locked in a frantic dance. His body burned with need, his cock straining.
Rita tugged off his lungi, his hard cock springing free. She knelt, taking him into her mouth, her tongue swirling over his tip, her hands teasing his balls. Ratan groaned, his fingers digging into her full breasts, pinching her nipples. Her mouth was relentless, her tongue driving him wild. Unable to hold back, Ratan’s body shuddered, his cock erupting, hot cum spilling into Rita’s mouth. She swallowed, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
But Rita wasn’t done. She pushed him onto the bench, spreading his legs. Her cock, still hard, glistened with arousal. She rubbed his ass, her fingers teasing his hole, sending shivers through him. “Relax,” she whispered, positioning her cock at his entrance. Slowly, she pushed inside, Ratan gasping as her warmth filled him. She began to thrust, her cock sliding deep, each movement sparking waves of pleasure. Rita leaned down, kissing him fiercely, her tongue dancing with his as her thrusts grew harder. Her hands roamed his chest, his stomach, slapping his ass lightly as she drove deeper.
Ratan’s moans filled the shop, his body surrendering to her rhythm. Rita’s thrusts grew frantic, her breaths ragged. With a final, powerful thrust, she cried out, her cock pulsing, flooding his ass with hot cum. Ratan’s body trembled, overwhelmed by the intensity, his own cock twitching in response.
They lay still, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Rita sat up, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She kissed his cheek softly. “You were good, Ratan. Forget Paglee. You’ve got me now.”
Ratan couldn’t speak, his body still humming, a strange calm settling over him. Rita adjusted her saree, grabbed the Coke bottle, and slipped out, the door creaking as she left. Ratan sat on the bench, his mind swirling with her touch, her dominance, and the wild intensity of the afternoon.