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Part 6
I woke around 7:30 in the morning, my body heavy, my asshole throbbing with a dull ache from the night before, my mind a whirlwind of the previous night’s depravity. Shiuli’s dusky body, her pussy and ass stretched by our relentless thrusts, her moans echoing like a siren’s call, Mostafa’s thick, black cock—everything felt like a feverish, obscene dream. I sat up in bed, my heart pounding. Beside me, Mostafa lay sprawled, his dark skin still glistening with sweat, his long hair fanned across the pillow. A faint, satisfied smirk lingered on his face, as if the night’s savage lust was just another day for him. Looking at him, a storm of emotions churned inside me—shame, disgust, and a twisted gratitude. This man had dragged me into a hidden world of the city, one I’d never imagined, one that both terrified and electrified me.
Mostafa stirred, his murky eyes snapping open, that familiar predatory glint flashing in them. He sat up, his muscled frame dominating the small room. “Awake, huh? You were a fucking beast last night, little brother,” he said, his voice low and teasing. I dropped my gaze, shame burning my cheeks, unable to respond. He laughed, a deep, guttural sound. “Why so shy? This is life, man. You’re in the city now—fuck like this or what’s the point?” I stayed silent, my mind torn between memories of my village—my parents’ struggles, Rima’s innocent smile—and the raw, primal pull of this new world. Mostafa seemed to read my thoughts. “Listen,” he said, leaning closer, “you’re in the city. Grab every chance to fuck, every tight pussy or ass you can get. Back in the village, you won’t find this kind of fun.” His eyes gleamed with that dangerous spark, and he slid closer, his naked body brushing against mine. The heat of his skin sent a jolt through me. Suddenly, his rough hand gripped my cock, squeezing it firmly. My body shuddered, a spark of electricity shooting through me. “What the fuck are you doing?” I stammered, my voice trembling.
He grinned, his teeth flashing. “Morning’s gotta start with some dirty fun, right? Just shut up and enjoy it.” Before I could protest, he pulled me down onto the bed, his dark hands roaming my body. His fingers wrapped around my cock, stroking it with slow, deliberate motions. My shaft hardened under his touch, betraying my shame. He pressed his thick, black cock against mine, the hot, rigid length grinding against me. The sensation was electric, my body trembling as our cocks rubbed together, the friction igniting a primal fire in my veins. “This isn’t right,” I whispered, but my voice lacked conviction. Mostafa laughed. “Right? Wrong? In the city, it’s all about pleasure, little brother. Just feel it.” He ground his cock harder against mine, the slick heat of our shafts sliding together, my body quaking with forbidden arousal.
Then he climbed on top of me, his weight pinning me down. His lips crashed against mine, his coarse beard scbanging my face, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, tangling with mine in a hungry dance. Disgust warred with desire, but my body surrendered, my cock pulsing against his. He moved lower, his hot tongue flicking over my nipples, sucking them hard, making me gasp. “Fuck,” I moaned, my voice breaking. His mouth descended to my cock, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head, teasing the tip until my body arched off the bed. I couldn’t hold back—my cum erupted, flooding his mouth, hot and thick. Mostafa grinned, my cum glistening on his lips. “Sweet fucking load,” he said, leaning in to kiss me again, the salty taste of my own cum coating my tongue as his lips claimed mine.
He flipped me onto my stomach, my heart racing. “No more, my ass hurts,” I pleaded, the ache from last night still raw. He chuckled darkly. “Just a little fun, little brother.” His thick cock grazed my asshole, the hot, hard tip teasing my sore entrance. My body trembled, caught between pain and a twisted craving. He pressed forward, his massive cock sliding into my ass, stretching me painfully. I screamed, “Fuck, stop!” but he didn’t. He thrust slowly, his cock filling me, the burn melding into a strange, intoxicating pleasure. Each stroke sent waves of agony and ecstasy through me, my body shaking as his thick shaft claimed my ass. After a few minutes, he groaned, his hot cum flooding my insides, the warmth spreading through me. I collapsed, exhausted, my ass throbbing, my mind a haze of conflicting sensations.
Mostafa wasn’t done. He grabbed my cock again, his dark fingers stroking the sensitive head. “What the fuck, man? It’s morning!” I protested, but he just grinned. “Morning’s for hard, dirty fucking, little brother. I’m gonna show you something new.” He pulled a chair into the center of the room and sat, spreading his legs, his knees drawn toward his chest. His massive, black cock stood erect, the swollen head glistening, surrounded by a thick jungle of hair. The sight made my cock twitch, despite my shame. “Come here,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Turn around and sit on my cock. You’re gonna ride me.”
I trembled, my body aching but burning with desire. I turned, my back to him, and positioned my sore asshole over his cock. The hot, hard tip pressed against my entrance, sending a shiver through me. I lowered myself slowly, his thick cock stretching my ass, the pain sharp but laced with pleasure. I groaned, “Fuck, it hurts!” but Mostafa just laughed. “Take it slow, you control it.” I began to move, my hips rising and falling, his cock sliding deep into my ass, my tight walls gripping him. Each thrust sent his shaft deeper, the pain melting into a raw, primal ecstasy. My cock bounced, hard and throbbing, and I wrapped my hand around it, stroking furiously. Mostafa groaned, “Fuck yeah, ride it like that! You’re a fucking pro!” I thrust harder, his cock filling me completely, my body trembling with every movement.
He grabbed my hips, guiding me, making me bounce faster. His cock hit deep inside, my ass clenching around him. “Fuck, I can’t take it!” I gasped, but he didn’t stop. He pulled me close, kissing me hard, his beard scbanging my face, his tongue invading my mouth. His fingers pinched my nipples, his hot tongue flicking over them, sending sparks through my body. My cum erupted again, splattering the bed, as Mostafa’s hot load filled my ass, the warmth spreading through me. We collapsed onto the bed, panting, our bodies slick with sweat.
Mostafa wasn’t finished. “Now I’m gonna eat your ass,” he growled, lying back. I straddled his face, my sore, cum-soaked asshole hovering over his mouth. His rough hands grabbed my nipples, squeezing them as his hot, wet tongue probed my hole. The sensation was overwhelming, his tongue swirling inside my ass, licking his own cum from my depths. I moaned, “Fuck, what are you doing?” my body shaking. His tongue fucked my ass, his hands working my nipples, driving me wild. My cock hardened again, pulsing with need. He grabbed it, stroking it hard as his tongue plunged deeper. “Fuck, stop, I can’t take it!” I begged, but he didn’t. My cum spilled again, soaking the sheets, as he pulled back, grinning. “Your ass tastes like fucking honey.”
He wasn’t done. “One more,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “Stand over my face.” I stood, my legs trembling, my asshole positioned above his mouth. He grabbed my hips, pulling me down until his tongue met my hole again. The hot, slick sensation sent me reeling, his tongue probing deep, fucking my ass as I shook. His hand stroked my cock, the rhythm relentless. “Fuck, stop!” I screamed, but my body betrayed me, my cum spilling onto the bed as his tongue worked my ass. “Your ass is a fucking delicacy,” he growled, licking his lips.
We collapsed, exhausted, our bodies tangled in the sheets. Mostafa panted, “Fucking hell of a morning, right? Now let’s get ready. I’ve gotta head back to the village.” We cleaned up, the hot water of the shower soothing my aching ass but doing little to calm the storm in my mind. Mostafa dressed in his worn kurta and lungi, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Let’s take a walk,” he said, and we stepped out into the chaotic morning streets of city .
The city buzzed with life—crowded streets, honking cars, the hum of vendors. We stopped at a small hotel for breakfast—paratha, eggs, and tea. Mostafa ate with relish, grinning at me. “You’re a good kid, Akash. Live it up in the city, fuck everything you can. But don’t forget the village.” His words sank into me, heavy with truth and temptation. After breakfast, we walked to the bus stand. His departure loomed. At the stand, he turned to me, his dark eyes locking onto mine. “I’m off, little brother. Stay good. And fuck like your life depends on it.” He clapped my shoulder, flashed that sly grin, and boarded the bus. I watched his dark figure disappear through the window, a strange emptiness settling in my chest. He’d stormed into my life, turned two nights into a whirlwind of lust, and left.
The day dragged on at the office, my mind replaying Mostafa’s words, his touch, Shiuli’s body. By evening, as I left work, the city’s neon glow beckoned, stirring that restless fire in my veins. I knew where I was going. The dark alley called to me, its shadows promising more forbidden pleasures.
As dusk bled into the sultry evening, I found myself drawn back to that dark, seedy alley, its shadows whispering promises of forbidden ecstasy. The city’s streets shimmered under a haze of neon lights and twilight, the air thick with the hum of crowds, the flicker of shop signs, and the raw pulse of urban life. The alley was a world apart—filthy, reeking of open drains, its cracked pavement crowded with beggars and street girls whose hungry eyes gleamed in the dim glow. My body thrummed with a restless fire, my cock already twitching in my lungi as I scanned the faces for Shiuli, her dusky curves and wicked moans still haunting my mind. But she was nowhere to be found. My gaze snagged on other women, their torn saris clinging to sweat-slicked bodies, their seductive smiles promising dark delights. My shaft stirred, aching with need, as their eyes locked onto me, each one a siren luring me deeper into the city’s underbelly.
A woman stepped forward, her movements slow and deliberate, her dusky skin glowing under the faint streetlight. Her sari, threadbare and slightly askew, parted to reveal the deep, tantalizing cleavage of her full breasts, the curves barely contained by the fabric. Her voice was a low, sultry purr, dripping with promise. “Hey, want to have some fun? I’ll make you feel pleasures you’ve never dreamed of.” My cock leapt, straining against the thin fabric of my lungi, a primal heat surging through my veins. I swallowed hard, my voice rough. “Where’s Shiuli?” Her lips curled into a knowing smile, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. “Shiuli’s not here, babu. But I’m Rita, and I’ll give you more than she ever could—pleasures to burn your soul.” Her words ignited me, her slim waist and voluptuous hips swaying as she stepped closer, her scent—a mix of cheap perfume and raw sensuality—hitting me like a drug. My cock throbbed, my mind drowning in lust. “Alright, Rita,” I growled, my voice thick with desire. “Show me what you can do.”
She grabbed my hand, her fingers warm and teasing, and led me to a cramped, dingy room tucked behind the alley. The space was a shrine to decay—walls stained with damp, their peeling paint glistening in the dim light of a single, flickering bulb. A worn mattress lay on the floor, its faded fabric reeking of past sins. The air was heavy, thick with the musk of sweat and sex. Rita shut the door with a soft click, her eyes locking onto mine, that wicked glint promising untold depravity. “Babu,” she purred, her voice a velvet caress, “you’re about to taste a pleasure you’ll never forget.” My cock pulsed, hard and aching, as I stepped toward her. She moved with a predator’s grace, her fingers deftly untying the knot of my lungi. It fell away, my eight-inch cock springing free, thick and rigid, its red tip glistening with precum. Rita knelt before me, her eyes widening, her breath catching. “Fuck, babu, what a cock,” she murmured, her voice dripping with hunger. “This beast is gonna fill my mouth whole.”
Her tongue darted out, a slick, hot tease that flicked across the sensitive head of my cock. The sensation was electric, a jolt of raw pleasure shooting through my body as her tongue swirled over the tip, tracing the pulsing veins. My knees trembled, my breath hitching. “Suck it hard, you filthy slut,” I growled, my voice rough with need. “My cock was made for your fucking mouth.” She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Don’t worry, babu. I’m gonna drain every drop from this monster.” Her lips parted, enveloping my cock in a warm, wet embrace, her mouth tight and greedy as she took me deep. Her tongue danced around the head, teasing the slit, while her teeth grazed lightly, sending sparks of pleasure-pain through me. Her hand gripped the base, fingers curling around my shaft, her thumb brushing my heavy balls, coaxing a low moan from my throat. I grabbed her head, my fingers tangling in her hair, and thrust into her mouth, my cock sliding deep into her throat. Her muffled moans—“Mmm, mmm”—vibrated against my shaft, driving me wild. “Suck it, you whore,” I groaned, my hips rocking. “Drink my fucking cum.” Her lips tightened, her tongue swirling faster, her saliva coating my cock, making it glisten under the dim light. She sucked harder, her mouth a relentless vacuum, her throat constricting around my shaft as I fucked her face. The pressure built, my balls tightening, but I pulled back, my cock pulsing with need. “Rita,” I growled, “I’m gonna fuck your ass now.”
She rose, her movements slow and deliberate, her sari slipping down to reveal her round, dusky ass—soft yet firm, each cheek a perfect curve that begged to be claimed. She grabbed a small bottle of lube from the mattress, her fingers slick as she coated her asshole, sliding them in and out with a teasing rhythm that made my cock throb harder. “Babu,” she purred, her voice thick with lust, “shove that fat cock in my ass. It’s starving for you.” I spread her cheeks, her tight, black hole glistening with lube, pulsing slightly as if inviting me in. “I’m gonna rip your ass apart,” I growled, my voice raw with hunger. She laughed, a sultry sound that fueled my desire. “Do it, babu. My ass is fucking ravenous for your cock.”
I pressed my cock against her hole, the tight ring resisting, clenching against my tip. I slicked my shaft with lube, the cool gel mixing with the heat of my arousal, and pushed hard. My cock breached her, sliding into her impossibly tight ass, the sensation like a vice gripping my shaft. She gasped, her body tensing, her voice a sharp cry. “Fuck, babu, slow! Your cock’s fucking huge!” I ignored her plea, my hands gripping her hips as I thrust slowly, savoring the way her ass stretched around me, the friction sending waves of pleasure through my body. “Your ass is fucking perfect,” I groaned, slapping her cheek hard, the sharp crack echoing in the room as a red mark bloomed on her dusky skin. She moaned, her body trembling, her voice a desperate plea. “Fuck me harder, babu. My ass belongs to you.” I pounded her, my cock plunging deep, her tight hole gripping me with every thrust. My balls slapped against her ass, the wet sound mingling with her moans, a symphony of raw lust. I reached around, grabbing her full breasts through her sari, my fingers sinking into their soft weight, pinching her hard nipples until she cried out, her body shaking under my touch.
I slid my hand lower, seeking her pussy, but she grabbed my wrist, pushing it away. Surprised, I growled, “What’s wrong, Rita? I can’t touch your pussy?” Her lips curled into a wicked smirk, her eyes glinting with a secret. “Babu, my pussy’s a mystery. Touch it, and you’ll lose your fucking mind.” Her words sent a fresh surge of arousal through me, my cock throbbing inside her ass. I fucked her harder, my shaft driving deep, her tight hole clenching around me as the pressure built. “I’m gonna cum in your ass,” I growled, my voice thick with need. She trembled, her moans shaking the room. “Do it, babu. Fill my ass with your hot cum.” I thrust faster, my cock slamming into her depths, my balls tightening as my cum erupted, flooding her tight hole with thick, hot spurts. The sensation was overwhelming, my body shuddering as pleasure ripped through me. Rita collapsed onto the mattress, her body quaking, her ass dripping with my cum.
Panting, I wasn’t done. “Rita, I want to eat your pussy,” I said, my cock still hard, pulsing with need. She laughed, her eyes gleaming with that same mysterious glint. “Babu, my pussy’s a secret. Once you start, you’ll be addicted, unable to stop.” Her words only fueled my hunger. “I don’t care,” I growled. “I’ll suck your pussy dry, drink every fucking drop.” She smirked, her fingers slowly peeling off her sari and panties, revealing her body inch by inch.
I froze, my breath catching as I saw it—where her pussy should’ve been was a big, black cock, soft and nestled in a thick patch of hair, its musky scent hitting me like a wave. Shock tore through me. “What the fuck, Rita? You’re a hijra?” I shouted, my voice breaking. But she didn’t give me a chance to process, grabbing my head with a fierce grip and shoving her cock into my mouth, the salty, musky taste overwhelming as she thrust, her hips rocking with relentless hunger.
I woke around 7:30 in the morning, my body heavy, my asshole throbbing with a dull ache from the night before, my mind a whirlwind of the previous night’s depravity. Shiuli’s dusky body, her pussy and ass stretched by our relentless thrusts, her moans echoing like a siren’s call, Mostafa’s thick, black cock—everything felt like a feverish, obscene dream. I sat up in bed, my heart pounding. Beside me, Mostafa lay sprawled, his dark skin still glistening with sweat, his long hair fanned across the pillow. A faint, satisfied smirk lingered on his face, as if the night’s savage lust was just another day for him. Looking at him, a storm of emotions churned inside me—shame, disgust, and a twisted gratitude. This man had dragged me into a hidden world of the city, one I’d never imagined, one that both terrified and electrified me.
Mostafa stirred, his murky eyes snapping open, that familiar predatory glint flashing in them. He sat up, his muscled frame dominating the small room. “Awake, huh? You were a fucking beast last night, little brother,” he said, his voice low and teasing. I dropped my gaze, shame burning my cheeks, unable to respond. He laughed, a deep, guttural sound. “Why so shy? This is life, man. You’re in the city now—fuck like this or what’s the point?” I stayed silent, my mind torn between memories of my village—my parents’ struggles, Rima’s innocent smile—and the raw, primal pull of this new world. Mostafa seemed to read my thoughts. “Listen,” he said, leaning closer, “you’re in the city. Grab every chance to fuck, every tight pussy or ass you can get. Back in the village, you won’t find this kind of fun.” His eyes gleamed with that dangerous spark, and he slid closer, his naked body brushing against mine. The heat of his skin sent a jolt through me. Suddenly, his rough hand gripped my cock, squeezing it firmly. My body shuddered, a spark of electricity shooting through me. “What the fuck are you doing?” I stammered, my voice trembling.
He grinned, his teeth flashing. “Morning’s gotta start with some dirty fun, right? Just shut up and enjoy it.” Before I could protest, he pulled me down onto the bed, his dark hands roaming my body. His fingers wrapped around my cock, stroking it with slow, deliberate motions. My shaft hardened under his touch, betraying my shame. He pressed his thick, black cock against mine, the hot, rigid length grinding against me. The sensation was electric, my body trembling as our cocks rubbed together, the friction igniting a primal fire in my veins. “This isn’t right,” I whispered, but my voice lacked conviction. Mostafa laughed. “Right? Wrong? In the city, it’s all about pleasure, little brother. Just feel it.” He ground his cock harder against mine, the slick heat of our shafts sliding together, my body quaking with forbidden arousal.
Then he climbed on top of me, his weight pinning me down. His lips crashed against mine, his coarse beard scbanging my face, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, tangling with mine in a hungry dance. Disgust warred with desire, but my body surrendered, my cock pulsing against his. He moved lower, his hot tongue flicking over my nipples, sucking them hard, making me gasp. “Fuck,” I moaned, my voice breaking. His mouth descended to my cock, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head, teasing the tip until my body arched off the bed. I couldn’t hold back—my cum erupted, flooding his mouth, hot and thick. Mostafa grinned, my cum glistening on his lips. “Sweet fucking load,” he said, leaning in to kiss me again, the salty taste of my own cum coating my tongue as his lips claimed mine.
He flipped me onto my stomach, my heart racing. “No more, my ass hurts,” I pleaded, the ache from last night still raw. He chuckled darkly. “Just a little fun, little brother.” His thick cock grazed my asshole, the hot, hard tip teasing my sore entrance. My body trembled, caught between pain and a twisted craving. He pressed forward, his massive cock sliding into my ass, stretching me painfully. I screamed, “Fuck, stop!” but he didn’t. He thrust slowly, his cock filling me, the burn melding into a strange, intoxicating pleasure. Each stroke sent waves of agony and ecstasy through me, my body shaking as his thick shaft claimed my ass. After a few minutes, he groaned, his hot cum flooding my insides, the warmth spreading through me. I collapsed, exhausted, my ass throbbing, my mind a haze of conflicting sensations.
Mostafa wasn’t done. He grabbed my cock again, his dark fingers stroking the sensitive head. “What the fuck, man? It’s morning!” I protested, but he just grinned. “Morning’s for hard, dirty fucking, little brother. I’m gonna show you something new.” He pulled a chair into the center of the room and sat, spreading his legs, his knees drawn toward his chest. His massive, black cock stood erect, the swollen head glistening, surrounded by a thick jungle of hair. The sight made my cock twitch, despite my shame. “Come here,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Turn around and sit on my cock. You’re gonna ride me.”
I trembled, my body aching but burning with desire. I turned, my back to him, and positioned my sore asshole over his cock. The hot, hard tip pressed against my entrance, sending a shiver through me. I lowered myself slowly, his thick cock stretching my ass, the pain sharp but laced with pleasure. I groaned, “Fuck, it hurts!” but Mostafa just laughed. “Take it slow, you control it.” I began to move, my hips rising and falling, his cock sliding deep into my ass, my tight walls gripping him. Each thrust sent his shaft deeper, the pain melting into a raw, primal ecstasy. My cock bounced, hard and throbbing, and I wrapped my hand around it, stroking furiously. Mostafa groaned, “Fuck yeah, ride it like that! You’re a fucking pro!” I thrust harder, his cock filling me completely, my body trembling with every movement.
He grabbed my hips, guiding me, making me bounce faster. His cock hit deep inside, my ass clenching around him. “Fuck, I can’t take it!” I gasped, but he didn’t stop. He pulled me close, kissing me hard, his beard scbanging my face, his tongue invading my mouth. His fingers pinched my nipples, his hot tongue flicking over them, sending sparks through my body. My cum erupted again, splattering the bed, as Mostafa’s hot load filled my ass, the warmth spreading through me. We collapsed onto the bed, panting, our bodies slick with sweat.
Mostafa wasn’t finished. “Now I’m gonna eat your ass,” he growled, lying back. I straddled his face, my sore, cum-soaked asshole hovering over his mouth. His rough hands grabbed my nipples, squeezing them as his hot, wet tongue probed my hole. The sensation was overwhelming, his tongue swirling inside my ass, licking his own cum from my depths. I moaned, “Fuck, what are you doing?” my body shaking. His tongue fucked my ass, his hands working my nipples, driving me wild. My cock hardened again, pulsing with need. He grabbed it, stroking it hard as his tongue plunged deeper. “Fuck, stop, I can’t take it!” I begged, but he didn’t. My cum spilled again, soaking the sheets, as he pulled back, grinning. “Your ass tastes like fucking honey.”
He wasn’t done. “One more,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “Stand over my face.” I stood, my legs trembling, my asshole positioned above his mouth. He grabbed my hips, pulling me down until his tongue met my hole again. The hot, slick sensation sent me reeling, his tongue probing deep, fucking my ass as I shook. His hand stroked my cock, the rhythm relentless. “Fuck, stop!” I screamed, but my body betrayed me, my cum spilling onto the bed as his tongue worked my ass. “Your ass is a fucking delicacy,” he growled, licking his lips.
We collapsed, exhausted, our bodies tangled in the sheets. Mostafa panted, “Fucking hell of a morning, right? Now let’s get ready. I’ve gotta head back to the village.” We cleaned up, the hot water of the shower soothing my aching ass but doing little to calm the storm in my mind. Mostafa dressed in his worn kurta and lungi, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Let’s take a walk,” he said, and we stepped out into the chaotic morning streets of city .
The city buzzed with life—crowded streets, honking cars, the hum of vendors. We stopped at a small hotel for breakfast—paratha, eggs, and tea. Mostafa ate with relish, grinning at me. “You’re a good kid, Akash. Live it up in the city, fuck everything you can. But don’t forget the village.” His words sank into me, heavy with truth and temptation. After breakfast, we walked to the bus stand. His departure loomed. At the stand, he turned to me, his dark eyes locking onto mine. “I’m off, little brother. Stay good. And fuck like your life depends on it.” He clapped my shoulder, flashed that sly grin, and boarded the bus. I watched his dark figure disappear through the window, a strange emptiness settling in my chest. He’d stormed into my life, turned two nights into a whirlwind of lust, and left.
The day dragged on at the office, my mind replaying Mostafa’s words, his touch, Shiuli’s body. By evening, as I left work, the city’s neon glow beckoned, stirring that restless fire in my veins. I knew where I was going. The dark alley called to me, its shadows promising more forbidden pleasures.
As dusk bled into the sultry evening, I found myself drawn back to that dark, seedy alley, its shadows whispering promises of forbidden ecstasy. The city’s streets shimmered under a haze of neon lights and twilight, the air thick with the hum of crowds, the flicker of shop signs, and the raw pulse of urban life. The alley was a world apart—filthy, reeking of open drains, its cracked pavement crowded with beggars and street girls whose hungry eyes gleamed in the dim glow. My body thrummed with a restless fire, my cock already twitching in my lungi as I scanned the faces for Shiuli, her dusky curves and wicked moans still haunting my mind. But she was nowhere to be found. My gaze snagged on other women, their torn saris clinging to sweat-slicked bodies, their seductive smiles promising dark delights. My shaft stirred, aching with need, as their eyes locked onto me, each one a siren luring me deeper into the city’s underbelly.
A woman stepped forward, her movements slow and deliberate, her dusky skin glowing under the faint streetlight. Her sari, threadbare and slightly askew, parted to reveal the deep, tantalizing cleavage of her full breasts, the curves barely contained by the fabric. Her voice was a low, sultry purr, dripping with promise. “Hey, want to have some fun? I’ll make you feel pleasures you’ve never dreamed of.” My cock leapt, straining against the thin fabric of my lungi, a primal heat surging through my veins. I swallowed hard, my voice rough. “Where’s Shiuli?” Her lips curled into a knowing smile, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. “Shiuli’s not here, babu. But I’m Rita, and I’ll give you more than she ever could—pleasures to burn your soul.” Her words ignited me, her slim waist and voluptuous hips swaying as she stepped closer, her scent—a mix of cheap perfume and raw sensuality—hitting me like a drug. My cock throbbed, my mind drowning in lust. “Alright, Rita,” I growled, my voice thick with desire. “Show me what you can do.”
She grabbed my hand, her fingers warm and teasing, and led me to a cramped, dingy room tucked behind the alley. The space was a shrine to decay—walls stained with damp, their peeling paint glistening in the dim light of a single, flickering bulb. A worn mattress lay on the floor, its faded fabric reeking of past sins. The air was heavy, thick with the musk of sweat and sex. Rita shut the door with a soft click, her eyes locking onto mine, that wicked glint promising untold depravity. “Babu,” she purred, her voice a velvet caress, “you’re about to taste a pleasure you’ll never forget.” My cock pulsed, hard and aching, as I stepped toward her. She moved with a predator’s grace, her fingers deftly untying the knot of my lungi. It fell away, my eight-inch cock springing free, thick and rigid, its red tip glistening with precum. Rita knelt before me, her eyes widening, her breath catching. “Fuck, babu, what a cock,” she murmured, her voice dripping with hunger. “This beast is gonna fill my mouth whole.”
Her tongue darted out, a slick, hot tease that flicked across the sensitive head of my cock. The sensation was electric, a jolt of raw pleasure shooting through my body as her tongue swirled over the tip, tracing the pulsing veins. My knees trembled, my breath hitching. “Suck it hard, you filthy slut,” I growled, my voice rough with need. “My cock was made for your fucking mouth.” She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Don’t worry, babu. I’m gonna drain every drop from this monster.” Her lips parted, enveloping my cock in a warm, wet embrace, her mouth tight and greedy as she took me deep. Her tongue danced around the head, teasing the slit, while her teeth grazed lightly, sending sparks of pleasure-pain through me. Her hand gripped the base, fingers curling around my shaft, her thumb brushing my heavy balls, coaxing a low moan from my throat. I grabbed her head, my fingers tangling in her hair, and thrust into her mouth, my cock sliding deep into her throat. Her muffled moans—“Mmm, mmm”—vibrated against my shaft, driving me wild. “Suck it, you whore,” I groaned, my hips rocking. “Drink my fucking cum.” Her lips tightened, her tongue swirling faster, her saliva coating my cock, making it glisten under the dim light. She sucked harder, her mouth a relentless vacuum, her throat constricting around my shaft as I fucked her face. The pressure built, my balls tightening, but I pulled back, my cock pulsing with need. “Rita,” I growled, “I’m gonna fuck your ass now.”
She rose, her movements slow and deliberate, her sari slipping down to reveal her round, dusky ass—soft yet firm, each cheek a perfect curve that begged to be claimed. She grabbed a small bottle of lube from the mattress, her fingers slick as she coated her asshole, sliding them in and out with a teasing rhythm that made my cock throb harder. “Babu,” she purred, her voice thick with lust, “shove that fat cock in my ass. It’s starving for you.” I spread her cheeks, her tight, black hole glistening with lube, pulsing slightly as if inviting me in. “I’m gonna rip your ass apart,” I growled, my voice raw with hunger. She laughed, a sultry sound that fueled my desire. “Do it, babu. My ass is fucking ravenous for your cock.”
I pressed my cock against her hole, the tight ring resisting, clenching against my tip. I slicked my shaft with lube, the cool gel mixing with the heat of my arousal, and pushed hard. My cock breached her, sliding into her impossibly tight ass, the sensation like a vice gripping my shaft. She gasped, her body tensing, her voice a sharp cry. “Fuck, babu, slow! Your cock’s fucking huge!” I ignored her plea, my hands gripping her hips as I thrust slowly, savoring the way her ass stretched around me, the friction sending waves of pleasure through my body. “Your ass is fucking perfect,” I groaned, slapping her cheek hard, the sharp crack echoing in the room as a red mark bloomed on her dusky skin. She moaned, her body trembling, her voice a desperate plea. “Fuck me harder, babu. My ass belongs to you.” I pounded her, my cock plunging deep, her tight hole gripping me with every thrust. My balls slapped against her ass, the wet sound mingling with her moans, a symphony of raw lust. I reached around, grabbing her full breasts through her sari, my fingers sinking into their soft weight, pinching her hard nipples until she cried out, her body shaking under my touch.
I slid my hand lower, seeking her pussy, but she grabbed my wrist, pushing it away. Surprised, I growled, “What’s wrong, Rita? I can’t touch your pussy?” Her lips curled into a wicked smirk, her eyes glinting with a secret. “Babu, my pussy’s a mystery. Touch it, and you’ll lose your fucking mind.” Her words sent a fresh surge of arousal through me, my cock throbbing inside her ass. I fucked her harder, my shaft driving deep, her tight hole clenching around me as the pressure built. “I’m gonna cum in your ass,” I growled, my voice thick with need. She trembled, her moans shaking the room. “Do it, babu. Fill my ass with your hot cum.” I thrust faster, my cock slamming into her depths, my balls tightening as my cum erupted, flooding her tight hole with thick, hot spurts. The sensation was overwhelming, my body shuddering as pleasure ripped through me. Rita collapsed onto the mattress, her body quaking, her ass dripping with my cum.
Panting, I wasn’t done. “Rita, I want to eat your pussy,” I said, my cock still hard, pulsing with need. She laughed, her eyes gleaming with that same mysterious glint. “Babu, my pussy’s a secret. Once you start, you’ll be addicted, unable to stop.” Her words only fueled my hunger. “I don’t care,” I growled. “I’ll suck your pussy dry, drink every fucking drop.” She smirked, her fingers slowly peeling off her sari and panties, revealing her body inch by inch.
I froze, my breath catching as I saw it—where her pussy should’ve been was a big, black cock, soft and nestled in a thick patch of hair, its musky scent hitting me like a wave. Shock tore through me. “What the fuck, Rita? You’re a hijra?” I shouted, my voice breaking. But she didn’t give me a chance to process, grabbing my head with a fierce grip and shoving her cock into my mouth, the salty, musky taste overwhelming as she thrust, her hips rocking with relentless hunger.
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