19-08-2025, 01:29 PM
Part 10
Rima’s voice seared into my soul, a molten thread weaving through the chaos of my mind. Kakima’s tear-choked pleas, Rima’s trembling, honeyed tone, and the jagged shards of Halishahar’s memories clawed at my chest, leaving me raw and restless. I writhed on my bed, my body a furnace fueled by the ghost of the bus girl’s impossibly tight pussy, its slick, pulsing grip milking my cock, and the guy’s soft, warm dick brushing against mine, igniting a primal hunger deep in my core. My cock surged, rock-hard, straining against the confines of my pants, throbbing with a desperate need to rip free. Should I go to Mina? Her lush, ripe body—those heavy, yielding breasts, the dripping heat of her pussy, the way her curves melted under my touch—had once set my blood on fire. But now? The thrill had faded, tarnished by Kalu’s drunken greed, his willingness to sell her body for a bottle of cheap liquor. Fucking her felt mechanical, a hollow act devoid of the electric rush I craved. No spark, no fire—just a transaction. I shook my head, banishing the thought. Not Mina.
The dark alley whispered to me, its shadows curling around my desires like a lover’s breath. A shiver of raw anticipation snaked down my spine. That hidden world, alive with prostitutes—their soft, pliant bodies, their pussies clenching tight as a fist, their sweat-drenched skin exuding a musky, intoxicating scent that begged to be tasted. But then, the thought of trans women crept in, their bodies blurring the line between fantasy and fear in the dim light. What if I reached for a pussy and found a cock instead, hard and pulsing? Or worse, what if they turned the tables, their cocks claiming me? The idea sent a jolt of dread—and forbidden curiosity—through my veins, making my cock twitch harder. Too dangerous, I told myself. I can’t go there.
But the bus girl haunted me, her memory a burning brand on my mind. Her lush, little breasts, spilling against my chest, her nipples grazing my skin through her tight red dress. Her pussy—so tight, so fucking tight—had barely let my cock’s head breach its slick, virgin walls, gripping me like a vise. I imagined pinning her down, tearing through her hymen with one brutal thrust, her cries of pain and pleasure mingling as I fucked her raw, her pussy stretching to take every inch of me. The thought alone sent a tidal wave of lust crashing through me, my cock throbbing painfully. And the guy—his soft, inexperienced cock, his tight, untouched ass. He’d probably never fucked anyone, just groped his girlfriend in stolen moments on the bus, his hands fumbling with her curves. I pictured bending him over, my cock splitting his tight asshole, his body quaking under me as I pounded him, his moans raw and desperate. Then both of them together, a tangled mess of flesh and desire—my cock buried deep in her dripping pussy, my fingers probing his clenching ass, their bodies grinding against mine, slick with sweat. I’d kiss them, my tongue devouring theirs, their hot, panting breaths mixing with mine, their musky scent drowning my senses. I’d fuck their mouths, my cock slamming into their throats, their saliva dripping down my shaft, pooling on my balls. Her heavy breasts would fill my mouth, her nipples hard against my teeth as I bit and sucked. His ass would grip my cock like a vice, every thrust sending shudders through us both. Their moans, their trembling bodies, the wet, relentless friction of my cock—it consumed me, my body screaming with a primal, insatiable need.
The fantasy grew darker, more vivid. I pictured them in my flat, sprawled naked across my bed, their bodies glistening with sweat, begging to be claimed. I’d grab her breasts, their soft, heavy weight spilling over my hands, her nipples stiffening under my fingers as I pinched and twisted. I’d suck them hard, my tongue swirling over her sensitive buds, her sweet, sweaty musk filling my nose, driving me wild. The guy would kneel beside me, his soft cock in my grip, my fingers teasing the tip until it swelled, throbbing in my hand. I’d flip him onto his knees, doggy-style, my tongue plunging into his tight asshole, its hot, pulsing grip sending shivers through me as he moaned, his body trembling. She’d take my cock in her mouth, her lips a searing vice around the head, her tongue swirling, saliva dripping down my shaft, coating my balls. I’d grab her hair, fucking her throat with savage thrusts, her gagging sounds fueling my lust. My cock would press into his ass, the tight hole resisting before yielding, my shaft sinking deep into his heat as he groaned, his body shaking. Her pussy would drip, her fingers working her clit, her juices soaking the sheets. I’d bury my face in her cunt, my tongue lapping her slick, salty lips, her tangy essence flooding my mouth. Our bodies would collide, grinding, sweating, our moans a primal chorus echoing off the walls, the air thick with the scent of sex and surrender.
The fantasy shattered as my cock throbbed painfully, straining against my pants until it hurt. I grabbed my phone, my hands trembling, and dove into crazyshit.com, losing myself in videos of raw, unhinged fucking. One showed a woman ravaged by three men—one pounding her pussy, another her ass, the third ramming his cock down her throat. Her choked moans, the slick, relentless thrust of their cocks, their bodies trembling with raw need set my blood ablaze. I watched more, my hunger growing, insatiable. I switched to Pornhub, scrolling frantically until a video stopped me cold. The star, Eliza Ibarra, was Rima’s mirror—her full, heavy breasts, her soft, round ass, her sultry, knowing smile. I hit play, my breath catching. She sucked a guy’s cock, her tongue swirling over the tip, saliva dripping, her lips a tight seal around his shaft. He fucked her pussy, her lips gripping him, her moans vibrating through me. Her body trembled, her curves shaking with every thrust. Another video showed her with two men—one in her pussy, one in her ass—her body writhing, her moans raw and desperate. I jerked off, my hand a blur, Rima’s face burned into my mind, her trembling voice echoing in my ears. I imagined fucking her tight pussy, her walls clenching me, her moans drowning out the world. My cum erupted, hot and thick, spilling over my hand, staining the sheets. Exhausted, I collapsed, Rima’s voice still haunting me as I drifted into a restless sleep.
The next day was a haze of agitation. My only thought was when the road chaos would end so I could reach Halishahar. I took leave from work, but the streets were still blocked, the city a snarl of unrest. Defeated, I returned to my flat, locking the door and collapsing on the bed. The bus girl’s lush body, her tight, dripping pussy, the guy’s untouched ass—they swirled in my mind, my cock throbbing with need. But Rima’s trembling voice and Kakima’s wrenching sobs tore at me, a jagged knife in my soul.
Kakima’s call came again, her voice a desperate wail. “Akash, where are you? Come now!” The raw pain in her words hit me like a fist. “I’m leaving tomorrow, no matter what,” I said, my voice firm. “Let me talk to Rima.” A pause, then muffled sounds, as if Kakima was forcing the phone into Rima’s hands. Rima’s voice quivered, thick with tears. “Akash da, please come soon. Baba’s dying.” Her words broke into a sob, and she thrust the phone back to Kakima before I could respond. “Hurry, Akash,” Kakima begged. “Your uncle could go any moment. We have no one else.” I hung up, my restlessness swelling into a storm. What awaited me in Halishahar?
I couldn’t stay still. My phone was in my hand again, opening EroMe, diving into a torrent of OnlyFans leaks. Video after video of raw, filthy sex—a woman with two men, one fucking her pussy, another her mouth, her moans and their slick thrusts setting my body ablaze. I read a story on xossipy, a woman fucked by a stranger on a bus, the vivid description of her tight pussy and his slick cock making mine pulse. But nothing quelled the storm in my mind. My body burned with primal lust, but my soul ached, hollow and raw. I tossed the phone aside and stumbled out of the flat, wandering the city streets like a man possessed, my feet moving without direction.
Somehow, I ended up at the slum, outside Mina and Kalu’s shack. The night was thick, the alley silent but for distant dog barks and drunken laughter. Their door hung open, and inside, they slept on the dirt floor. Mina’s blouse was undone, her heavy breasts spilling free, her dark nipples hard and glistening in the faint light. Her thick pubic hair shimmered, framing her pussy, its musky scent hitting me like a drug, making my cock throb painfully. I knocked, and Mina jolted awake, her eyes blazing. “Akash, what the fuck are you doing here at this hour?” Her shout roused Kalu, his bloodshot eyes glinting, his breath a rancid cloud of liquor. He grinned, staggering over to wrap me in a sweaty, reeking embrace, his hot body pressing against mine. “Akash, you’re here! Tonight’s gonna be wild!” He pulled me down beside him, turning to Mina. “Strip, Mina. You’re fucking Akash tonight.” Her eyes flared with rage. “I’m done, Kalu! Stop selling me like a whore!” His face twisted, and he lunged, ripping her blouse away, her naked body exposed—her heavy breasts, her thick pubic hair, her round, juicy ass gleaming in the dim light. He slapped her hard, her cheek reddening. “Shut the fuck up, Mina! Akash pays, so you fuck!”
Kalu grabbed her hair, shoving her face toward my crotch. I unzipped my pants, my cock springing free, hard and pulsing. Mina’s eyes burned with fury and shame, but Kalu’s menace kept her silent. He forced her closer. “Suck his cock, Mina!” Her trembling hands gripped my shaft, her soft touch sending electric jolts through me. Her hot, wet lips brushed the tip, her tongue swirling, saliva dripping down my cock, pooling on my balls. I groaned, my voice thick with lust. “Fuck, Mina, you’re so good!” She took me fully, her lips hitting the base, her throat gagging as I thrust deeper, the wet, slurping sounds filling the shack. Her saliva coated me, dripping, as pleasure surged through my body. Kalu sat beside us, grinning like a madman, a liquor bottle in hand. His fingers roamed her ass, teasing her tight asshole, making her shudder, her mouth taking me deeper, her gagging moans vibrating against my cock.
I pulled out, rubbing my cock against her heavy breasts, her hard nipples grazing my shaft, sending sparks through me. I squeezed them, pinching her nipples until she moaned, her eyes a storm of tears and reluctant desire. Her pussy glistened through her thick hair, its pink lips swollen and wet, begging to be touched. I slid my hand down, my fingers gliding over her slick lips, slipping inside her dripping heat. She moaned louder, her voice breaking. “Akash, slow down, please!” I ignored her, fingering her harder, her walls clenching my fingers, her juices soaking me. Kalu squeezed her breasts, his fingers twisting her nipples as her body quaked, her moans echoing through the shack, raw and desperate.
But her tears hit me like a blade. The fury, the humiliation, the pain in her eyes cut through my lust, dousing the fire in my veins. My body screamed to fuck her, to bury my cock in her pussy and pound away my restlessness. But her sobs stopped me. I turned to Kalu, my voice cold. “I’m done here.” I shoved a crumpled note into his hand and walked out, Mina’s cries echoing in my ears, my mind a tangled mess of guilt and unspent desire.
The city streets swallowed me again, the night silent but for distant horns and footsteps. My feet carried me toward the dark alley, fear and lust warring in my chest. The thought of those prostitutes—their soft, sweat-slick bodies, their tight, dripping pussies, their musky scent—set my skin ablaze. The risk of trans women lingered, their cocks a potential shock in the shadows, but my body didn’t care. My cock throbbed, leading me forward. I reached the alley’s mouth, faint light spilling out, whispers of pleasure and danger drifting on the air. My heart pounded, my blood singing with need, as I stepped into the darkness, letting it consume me.
Rima’s voice seared into my soul, a molten thread weaving through the chaos of my mind. Kakima’s tear-choked pleas, Rima’s trembling, honeyed tone, and the jagged shards of Halishahar’s memories clawed at my chest, leaving me raw and restless. I writhed on my bed, my body a furnace fueled by the ghost of the bus girl’s impossibly tight pussy, its slick, pulsing grip milking my cock, and the guy’s soft, warm dick brushing against mine, igniting a primal hunger deep in my core. My cock surged, rock-hard, straining against the confines of my pants, throbbing with a desperate need to rip free. Should I go to Mina? Her lush, ripe body—those heavy, yielding breasts, the dripping heat of her pussy, the way her curves melted under my touch—had once set my blood on fire. But now? The thrill had faded, tarnished by Kalu’s drunken greed, his willingness to sell her body for a bottle of cheap liquor. Fucking her felt mechanical, a hollow act devoid of the electric rush I craved. No spark, no fire—just a transaction. I shook my head, banishing the thought. Not Mina.
The dark alley whispered to me, its shadows curling around my desires like a lover’s breath. A shiver of raw anticipation snaked down my spine. That hidden world, alive with prostitutes—their soft, pliant bodies, their pussies clenching tight as a fist, their sweat-drenched skin exuding a musky, intoxicating scent that begged to be tasted. But then, the thought of trans women crept in, their bodies blurring the line between fantasy and fear in the dim light. What if I reached for a pussy and found a cock instead, hard and pulsing? Or worse, what if they turned the tables, their cocks claiming me? The idea sent a jolt of dread—and forbidden curiosity—through my veins, making my cock twitch harder. Too dangerous, I told myself. I can’t go there.
But the bus girl haunted me, her memory a burning brand on my mind. Her lush, little breasts, spilling against my chest, her nipples grazing my skin through her tight red dress. Her pussy—so tight, so fucking tight—had barely let my cock’s head breach its slick, virgin walls, gripping me like a vise. I imagined pinning her down, tearing through her hymen with one brutal thrust, her cries of pain and pleasure mingling as I fucked her raw, her pussy stretching to take every inch of me. The thought alone sent a tidal wave of lust crashing through me, my cock throbbing painfully. And the guy—his soft, inexperienced cock, his tight, untouched ass. He’d probably never fucked anyone, just groped his girlfriend in stolen moments on the bus, his hands fumbling with her curves. I pictured bending him over, my cock splitting his tight asshole, his body quaking under me as I pounded him, his moans raw and desperate. Then both of them together, a tangled mess of flesh and desire—my cock buried deep in her dripping pussy, my fingers probing his clenching ass, their bodies grinding against mine, slick with sweat. I’d kiss them, my tongue devouring theirs, their hot, panting breaths mixing with mine, their musky scent drowning my senses. I’d fuck their mouths, my cock slamming into their throats, their saliva dripping down my shaft, pooling on my balls. Her heavy breasts would fill my mouth, her nipples hard against my teeth as I bit and sucked. His ass would grip my cock like a vice, every thrust sending shudders through us both. Their moans, their trembling bodies, the wet, relentless friction of my cock—it consumed me, my body screaming with a primal, insatiable need.
The fantasy grew darker, more vivid. I pictured them in my flat, sprawled naked across my bed, their bodies glistening with sweat, begging to be claimed. I’d grab her breasts, their soft, heavy weight spilling over my hands, her nipples stiffening under my fingers as I pinched and twisted. I’d suck them hard, my tongue swirling over her sensitive buds, her sweet, sweaty musk filling my nose, driving me wild. The guy would kneel beside me, his soft cock in my grip, my fingers teasing the tip until it swelled, throbbing in my hand. I’d flip him onto his knees, doggy-style, my tongue plunging into his tight asshole, its hot, pulsing grip sending shivers through me as he moaned, his body trembling. She’d take my cock in her mouth, her lips a searing vice around the head, her tongue swirling, saliva dripping down my shaft, coating my balls. I’d grab her hair, fucking her throat with savage thrusts, her gagging sounds fueling my lust. My cock would press into his ass, the tight hole resisting before yielding, my shaft sinking deep into his heat as he groaned, his body shaking. Her pussy would drip, her fingers working her clit, her juices soaking the sheets. I’d bury my face in her cunt, my tongue lapping her slick, salty lips, her tangy essence flooding my mouth. Our bodies would collide, grinding, sweating, our moans a primal chorus echoing off the walls, the air thick with the scent of sex and surrender.
The fantasy shattered as my cock throbbed painfully, straining against my pants until it hurt. I grabbed my phone, my hands trembling, and dove into crazyshit.com, losing myself in videos of raw, unhinged fucking. One showed a woman ravaged by three men—one pounding her pussy, another her ass, the third ramming his cock down her throat. Her choked moans, the slick, relentless thrust of their cocks, their bodies trembling with raw need set my blood ablaze. I watched more, my hunger growing, insatiable. I switched to Pornhub, scrolling frantically until a video stopped me cold. The star, Eliza Ibarra, was Rima’s mirror—her full, heavy breasts, her soft, round ass, her sultry, knowing smile. I hit play, my breath catching. She sucked a guy’s cock, her tongue swirling over the tip, saliva dripping, her lips a tight seal around his shaft. He fucked her pussy, her lips gripping him, her moans vibrating through me. Her body trembled, her curves shaking with every thrust. Another video showed her with two men—one in her pussy, one in her ass—her body writhing, her moans raw and desperate. I jerked off, my hand a blur, Rima’s face burned into my mind, her trembling voice echoing in my ears. I imagined fucking her tight pussy, her walls clenching me, her moans drowning out the world. My cum erupted, hot and thick, spilling over my hand, staining the sheets. Exhausted, I collapsed, Rima’s voice still haunting me as I drifted into a restless sleep.
The next day was a haze of agitation. My only thought was when the road chaos would end so I could reach Halishahar. I took leave from work, but the streets were still blocked, the city a snarl of unrest. Defeated, I returned to my flat, locking the door and collapsing on the bed. The bus girl’s lush body, her tight, dripping pussy, the guy’s untouched ass—they swirled in my mind, my cock throbbing with need. But Rima’s trembling voice and Kakima’s wrenching sobs tore at me, a jagged knife in my soul.
Kakima’s call came again, her voice a desperate wail. “Akash, where are you? Come now!” The raw pain in her words hit me like a fist. “I’m leaving tomorrow, no matter what,” I said, my voice firm. “Let me talk to Rima.” A pause, then muffled sounds, as if Kakima was forcing the phone into Rima’s hands. Rima’s voice quivered, thick with tears. “Akash da, please come soon. Baba’s dying.” Her words broke into a sob, and she thrust the phone back to Kakima before I could respond. “Hurry, Akash,” Kakima begged. “Your uncle could go any moment. We have no one else.” I hung up, my restlessness swelling into a storm. What awaited me in Halishahar?
I couldn’t stay still. My phone was in my hand again, opening EroMe, diving into a torrent of OnlyFans leaks. Video after video of raw, filthy sex—a woman with two men, one fucking her pussy, another her mouth, her moans and their slick thrusts setting my body ablaze. I read a story on xossipy, a woman fucked by a stranger on a bus, the vivid description of her tight pussy and his slick cock making mine pulse. But nothing quelled the storm in my mind. My body burned with primal lust, but my soul ached, hollow and raw. I tossed the phone aside and stumbled out of the flat, wandering the city streets like a man possessed, my feet moving without direction.
Somehow, I ended up at the slum, outside Mina and Kalu’s shack. The night was thick, the alley silent but for distant dog barks and drunken laughter. Their door hung open, and inside, they slept on the dirt floor. Mina’s blouse was undone, her heavy breasts spilling free, her dark nipples hard and glistening in the faint light. Her thick pubic hair shimmered, framing her pussy, its musky scent hitting me like a drug, making my cock throb painfully. I knocked, and Mina jolted awake, her eyes blazing. “Akash, what the fuck are you doing here at this hour?” Her shout roused Kalu, his bloodshot eyes glinting, his breath a rancid cloud of liquor. He grinned, staggering over to wrap me in a sweaty, reeking embrace, his hot body pressing against mine. “Akash, you’re here! Tonight’s gonna be wild!” He pulled me down beside him, turning to Mina. “Strip, Mina. You’re fucking Akash tonight.” Her eyes flared with rage. “I’m done, Kalu! Stop selling me like a whore!” His face twisted, and he lunged, ripping her blouse away, her naked body exposed—her heavy breasts, her thick pubic hair, her round, juicy ass gleaming in the dim light. He slapped her hard, her cheek reddening. “Shut the fuck up, Mina! Akash pays, so you fuck!”
Kalu grabbed her hair, shoving her face toward my crotch. I unzipped my pants, my cock springing free, hard and pulsing. Mina’s eyes burned with fury and shame, but Kalu’s menace kept her silent. He forced her closer. “Suck his cock, Mina!” Her trembling hands gripped my shaft, her soft touch sending electric jolts through me. Her hot, wet lips brushed the tip, her tongue swirling, saliva dripping down my cock, pooling on my balls. I groaned, my voice thick with lust. “Fuck, Mina, you’re so good!” She took me fully, her lips hitting the base, her throat gagging as I thrust deeper, the wet, slurping sounds filling the shack. Her saliva coated me, dripping, as pleasure surged through my body. Kalu sat beside us, grinning like a madman, a liquor bottle in hand. His fingers roamed her ass, teasing her tight asshole, making her shudder, her mouth taking me deeper, her gagging moans vibrating against my cock.
I pulled out, rubbing my cock against her heavy breasts, her hard nipples grazing my shaft, sending sparks through me. I squeezed them, pinching her nipples until she moaned, her eyes a storm of tears and reluctant desire. Her pussy glistened through her thick hair, its pink lips swollen and wet, begging to be touched. I slid my hand down, my fingers gliding over her slick lips, slipping inside her dripping heat. She moaned louder, her voice breaking. “Akash, slow down, please!” I ignored her, fingering her harder, her walls clenching my fingers, her juices soaking me. Kalu squeezed her breasts, his fingers twisting her nipples as her body quaked, her moans echoing through the shack, raw and desperate.
But her tears hit me like a blade. The fury, the humiliation, the pain in her eyes cut through my lust, dousing the fire in my veins. My body screamed to fuck her, to bury my cock in her pussy and pound away my restlessness. But her sobs stopped me. I turned to Kalu, my voice cold. “I’m done here.” I shoved a crumpled note into his hand and walked out, Mina’s cries echoing in my ears, my mind a tangled mess of guilt and unspent desire.
The city streets swallowed me again, the night silent but for distant horns and footsteps. My feet carried me toward the dark alley, fear and lust warring in my chest. The thought of those prostitutes—their soft, sweat-slick bodies, their tight, dripping pussies, their musky scent—set my skin ablaze. The risk of trans women lingered, their cocks a potential shock in the shadows, but my body didn’t care. My cock throbbed, leading me forward. I reached the alley’s mouth, faint light spilling out, whispers of pleasure and danger drifting on the air. My heart pounded, my blood singing with need, as I stepped into the darkness, letting it consume me.
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