Misc. Erotica Chaitali ki diary: Day 1 in Noida

[Mohit.Kumar]

Chaitali sat into a deep squat, her wide thighs spreading obscenely, the thick muscles trembling with effort. Her heavy breasts swung low, brushing against her knees as she leaned forward. The first sharp hiss of urine striking dry earth echoed unnaturally loud in the ruined godown. A hot stream arced powerfully onto the gravel, steaming slightly in the humid air, carving a dark rivulet through the dust. She gasped, a shudder of pure relief racking her body, her head dropping forward, exposing the vulnerable nape of her neck. Her breath came in ragged pants, mingling with the pungent scent of rising around her. Abdul shifted his weight, the bulge in his trousers straining visibly against the worn fabric.

Rashid moved silently, stepping closer until his worn shoes were mere inches from Chaitali’s panties. His shadow fell over her bent form. He watched, mesmerized, as the stream weakened, then pulsed, then trickled into silence, leaving her dusky cunt lips glistening wetly. A bead of sweat traced the deep crease where her thick thigh met her hip. His knuckles brushed the damp skin of her lower back, just above the swell of her wide ass. Chaitali flinched, a soft whimper escaping her lips, but she didn’t rise. Her shoulders remained slumped, her breathing shallow.

Abdul shifted behind her.  "Khatam ho gaya?" he asked. Chaitali trembled, her thighs slick with sweat where they pressed together. She nodded mutely, her gaze fixed on the dark patch of damp earth between her sandals. The scent of her urine mingled with dust and beer sweat—raw and intimate in the stagnant air.

Rashid’s rough knuckles traced the curve of her spine, dipping lower to skim the swell of her bare ass. The touch lingered on the dusky skin just above her exposed cleft. "Utho na, Didi," he murmured, his voice thick. "Sab dekh liya." Chaitali whimpered, her legs trembling violently as she tried to rise. Her heavy breasts swung forward, scbanging against her knees.

Abdul chuckled darkly from the shadows. "Arre, Rashid Bhai, madad kar na." Rashid’s hands slid under her arms, fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath her breasts as he hauled her upright. Her knees buckled, forcing her wide hips flush against his thighs. The scent of her urine clung to the humid air between them.

Chaitali gasped, her heavy breasts swaying against Rashid’s chest. She fumbled for her panties, fingers trembling against sweat-slicked skin. Rashid batted her hands away. "Main karta hoon," he growled, kneeling before her. His rough knuckles grazed her inner thighs as he hooked his thumbs into the elastic. He tugged the damp cotton slowly upward, the fabric dragging wetly over her dusky mound, catching briefly on her glistening cleft before snapping into place. His palm lingered possessively over her covered cunt, pressing the thin fabric against her heat. A shudder ripped through Chaitali’s body.

Abdul stepped forward, his shadow engulfing them. He unbuttoned his dusty trousers with deliberate slowness, the worn fabric gaping open. His thick, circumcised cock sprang free, already half-hard and glistening at the tip. It jutted proudly from coarse black curls, the dusky shaft veined and heavy. He gripped the base, his thick fingers tightening possessively. "Didi," he commanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in the humid air. "Dekho." His gaze pinned her. Chaitali’s eyes flickered down, drawn irresistibly to the thick length straining toward her. The scent of male musk, sharp and earthy, mingled with the lingering smell of her own urine. Rashid’s hand tightened on her hip, forcing her to stand perfectly still.

Abdul took two heavy steps closer, the gravel crunching under his worn boots. He positioned himself directly before Chaitali, his erection mere inches from her.  A low groan escaped him as the first powerful jet of urine hissed out, striking the dusty earth just beside her sandal-clad foot. The stream arced thick and yellow, steaming faintly in the humid air, splattering loudly against the gravel. He adjusted his stance, angling his hips slightly. The next jet hit higher, spraying warm droplets onto Chaitali’s bare ankle and the hem of her crumpled saree. She flinched, a gasp catching in her throat, the unexpected warmth shocking against her skin. The pungent, scent bloomed thickly, enveloping her. Rashid chuckled darkly behind her.

Abdul’s gaze remained locked on Chaitali’s face, watching her wide-eyed shock turn to a flushed, fascinated stillness. His stream intensified, the sound a relentless, vulgar drumming against the ground. He shifted his weight subtly, directing the flow. Warm droplets now spattered higher, hitting her shin, the damp polyester clinging to her calf. A bead of urine traced a path down her anklebone. Chaitali’s breath hitched; she didn’t pull away. Her dusky cheeks burned crimson, but her lips parted slightly, her eyes fixed on the thick, glistening shaft pulsing in his fist. Rashid’s fingers tightened on her hip, pressing her forward almost imperceptibly. The raw intimacy of the act, the sheer dominance in Abdul’s stance, sent a forbidden tremor through her belly, mingling strangely with the lingering warmth of the beer and the humiliation.

Abdul grunted, a final shudder running through him as the stream tapered into sporadic spurts. He shook himself roughly, droplets flecking Chaitali’s saree hem and sandals. The pungent scent hung thick and cloying. Without a word, he shoved his still-damp cock back into his trousers, the fabric straining obscenely. Rashid released Chaitali’s hip only to slide his hand possessively around her waist, fingers splaying low on her belly. "Chalo, Didi," he murmured, his voice thick with promise. "Ab office ka kaam karte hain." He steered her firmly back toward the Maruti Omni, her steps unsteady, the dampness at her ankles cooling rapidly in the dusty air.

Inside the van’s cramped oven, Rashid slammed the driver’s door. Abdul shoved Chaitali roughly onto the cracked vinyl backseat before climbing in beside her, his thigh pressing hot and heavy against hers. The engine roared to life, vibrating through the thin metal floor. Abdul ripped the cap off a sweating bottle of beer with his teeth. Foam hissed over his knuckles as he took a long, greedy swallow, his throat working visibly. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then thrust the bottle toward Chaitali. "Lo, Didi," he commanded, his eyes dark and unblinking in the rearview mirror’s reflection. "Thanda rakho apna khoon." Chaitali hesitated for only a heartbeat – the memory of warm droplets on her skin still vivid – before her fingers closed around the chilled glass. She tilted her head back, the bottle’s rim pressing hard against her lips, and drank deeply. The icy bitterness flooded her mouth, washing away the taste of dust and humiliation, sending a fresh wave of reckless warmth pooling low in her belly. Beer trickled from the corner of her lips, tracing a cold path down her sweat-slicked neck.