Yesterday, 07:51 PM
It might be a couple of hours, I woke up to some strange sound. I looked around and found it totally dark. As I collected a little sense after waking up from a deep sleep, I felt something moving on my legs. I pulled my legs up and raised my head to see around, but could not see anything around in that dark. I felt as if someone was touching my legs, but as soon as I reacted by pulling off my legs, the hand was gone. As I didn’t see anyone in the dark, I thought of some nightmare and got relaxed again. But minutes later I felt the hand again on my knees. I got scared and thought of screaming but don’t know why I couldn’t. I was confused on how to react. I was in someone else's house, taking shelter on my own and later found myself being touched by one of them only. I was in absolute shock and fear. Being there in their own house and then screaming and making an alarm was out of my courage.
In fear, I pulled my leg up again and shrunk inside. The hand stopped momentarily, but resumed again after some time. I was covering myself under a throw, which was an old bed sheet, but his hand was already inside the bedsheet. Slowly his hand reached to my lower thigh lifting both the bedsheet and nighty up together.
I couldn’t get enough courage to react and so pulled my legs further inside till I could and stayed quite, praying silently to get spared.
He continued rubbing my lower thigh, then moved further up and then inserted his hand in between and started touching my inner thighs. I tried to clasp my thighs together to resist his hand movement inside, but failed. He literally forced his hand inside my upper thighs, touching and feeling my soft skin with his rough hand. I had no other choice to bear his assault, just hoping baselessly that he might stop on his own after .
On bearing his action for some time, a feeble temptation also started triggering inside my body. It might be because of the mix effect of his caressing, the feeling of his rough hand, a wet rainy night and a complete stranger.. not even knowing it was Rahmaan Uncle or Atif or someone else…. . I was with a mixed feeling of fear and enticement. As before, I remained quiet and was waiting to see his further action. He kept caressing me sensually for some more time. While doing so, he tried to move his hand further up near to my crotch area, but I resisted as much as I could and succeeded by applying more clasping power.
At first, I guessed him as Atif, but soon I heard a mild coughing while he was breathing, which made me certain for Rahmaan Uncle. He repositioned himself further up and now his hand reached to the upper part of my body. Now he was laying exactly behind me. As I was sleeping on my side, he was facing my back. He was so close that I could feel his raised warm breadth over my ear. He was trying to insert his hand inside in between my arm and chest. I could guess what he was looking for and as a protective measure, I closed both my arms together to cover my boobs. After trying unsuccessfully for some moments, he got furious and increased his force. He brought his other hand from the opposite side by encircling my neck and clamped both of my hands and then inserted his one hand inside and clutched my right boob. As soon as he succeeded, he gripped my boob so hard, a hisssssing sound came out from my mouth in pain. He then whispered to my ear......"thodi der bas dabaane de....main aur kuch nahin karungaa…(...just let me fondle and feel for some time ...I will not be doing anything more) ". It was basically a fake promise, I was knowing well and he did as well that where this game is going to end. He was fondling my boobs with intense feelings by his rough hand, clutching and pinching my nipples in between by his fingers. His palm was so big; it was easily covering most of my boob. Compared to my tiny frame body, I have bigger boobs. My husband wasn't even able to grab it fully by one hand. Although I was trying hard to save myself from his assault, simultaneously the hard and rough feel of his hand over my boobs, his hot breadth over my ear and the dark rainy night was generating a different sensation inside me.
He was lying very close to me, and I could feel his broad chest sticking to my back and also his hard long beard brushing my neck. I felt some hard thing poking at my ass and it didn't take me long to recognize that. He started pressing his groin over my hip and I could feel the heat and throbbing pulse of his cock over my ass crack, even with the thin fabric of my nighty. The feeling of his fierce assault over my boobs and ass crack was boosting my temptations rapidly.
And suddenly my mobile started vibrating. I usually keep my phone on vibration mode but the humming sound of vibration was quite audible. The buzzing sound acted as a wake-up alarm for me from my state of sexual temptation.
I had kept my mobile beside my pillow and the lights coming from the mobile screen were also making our condition quite visible. Anybody could have awakened and seen our positions. In a hurry, I took the phone and saw the name on its screen. It was my hubby, probably he was getting worried for me and calling for my whereabouts at 1: 00 AM midnight. I had no courage to take it.
Realising my current state of being engaged in pleasing a low class old man and being pleased by him to some extent, I got filled with extreme guilt. But beside that, I was feeling an urgency to hide my current condition from other members of that house. The continuous buzzing sound of the mobile with its flashing screen lights can easily reveal me in such a state with Rahmaan chaha.
Hurriedly, I cut the call and as I was suspecting repeated calls from Rakesh, I long pressed the power button further to turn -off the mobile. But it sent different wrong messages to both men. My hubby thought that as I am still angry, I switch-off my mobile.
But in a more damaging way, Rahmaan Chacha understood that I am so carved for his fuck, I switched off my mobile to avoid any further interruption. Rahmaan chacha was thrusting his Lund (cock) vigorously on my ass crack as he wanted to tear my nighty and shove it directly to my pussy.
In fear, I pulled my leg up again and shrunk inside. The hand stopped momentarily, but resumed again after some time. I was covering myself under a throw, which was an old bed sheet, but his hand was already inside the bedsheet. Slowly his hand reached to my lower thigh lifting both the bedsheet and nighty up together.
I couldn’t get enough courage to react and so pulled my legs further inside till I could and stayed quite, praying silently to get spared.
He continued rubbing my lower thigh, then moved further up and then inserted his hand in between and started touching my inner thighs. I tried to clasp my thighs together to resist his hand movement inside, but failed. He literally forced his hand inside my upper thighs, touching and feeling my soft skin with his rough hand. I had no other choice to bear his assault, just hoping baselessly that he might stop on his own after .
On bearing his action for some time, a feeble temptation also started triggering inside my body. It might be because of the mix effect of his caressing, the feeling of his rough hand, a wet rainy night and a complete stranger.. not even knowing it was Rahmaan Uncle or Atif or someone else…. . I was with a mixed feeling of fear and enticement. As before, I remained quiet and was waiting to see his further action. He kept caressing me sensually for some more time. While doing so, he tried to move his hand further up near to my crotch area, but I resisted as much as I could and succeeded by applying more clasping power.
At first, I guessed him as Atif, but soon I heard a mild coughing while he was breathing, which made me certain for Rahmaan Uncle. He repositioned himself further up and now his hand reached to the upper part of my body. Now he was laying exactly behind me. As I was sleeping on my side, he was facing my back. He was so close that I could feel his raised warm breadth over my ear. He was trying to insert his hand inside in between my arm and chest. I could guess what he was looking for and as a protective measure, I closed both my arms together to cover my boobs. After trying unsuccessfully for some moments, he got furious and increased his force. He brought his other hand from the opposite side by encircling my neck and clamped both of my hands and then inserted his one hand inside and clutched my right boob. As soon as he succeeded, he gripped my boob so hard, a hisssssing sound came out from my mouth in pain. He then whispered to my ear......"thodi der bas dabaane de....main aur kuch nahin karungaa…(...just let me fondle and feel for some time ...I will not be doing anything more) ". It was basically a fake promise, I was knowing well and he did as well that where this game is going to end. He was fondling my boobs with intense feelings by his rough hand, clutching and pinching my nipples in between by his fingers. His palm was so big; it was easily covering most of my boob. Compared to my tiny frame body, I have bigger boobs. My husband wasn't even able to grab it fully by one hand. Although I was trying hard to save myself from his assault, simultaneously the hard and rough feel of his hand over my boobs, his hot breadth over my ear and the dark rainy night was generating a different sensation inside me.
He was lying very close to me, and I could feel his broad chest sticking to my back and also his hard long beard brushing my neck. I felt some hard thing poking at my ass and it didn't take me long to recognize that. He started pressing his groin over my hip and I could feel the heat and throbbing pulse of his cock over my ass crack, even with the thin fabric of my nighty. The feeling of his fierce assault over my boobs and ass crack was boosting my temptations rapidly.
And suddenly my mobile started vibrating. I usually keep my phone on vibration mode but the humming sound of vibration was quite audible. The buzzing sound acted as a wake-up alarm for me from my state of sexual temptation.
I had kept my mobile beside my pillow and the lights coming from the mobile screen were also making our condition quite visible. Anybody could have awakened and seen our positions. In a hurry, I took the phone and saw the name on its screen. It was my hubby, probably he was getting worried for me and calling for my whereabouts at 1: 00 AM midnight. I had no courage to take it.
Realising my current state of being engaged in pleasing a low class old man and being pleased by him to some extent, I got filled with extreme guilt. But beside that, I was feeling an urgency to hide my current condition from other members of that house. The continuous buzzing sound of the mobile with its flashing screen lights can easily reveal me in such a state with Rahmaan chaha.
Hurriedly, I cut the call and as I was suspecting repeated calls from Rakesh, I long pressed the power button further to turn -off the mobile. But it sent different wrong messages to both men. My hubby thought that as I am still angry, I switch-off my mobile.
But in a more damaging way, Rahmaan Chacha understood that I am so carved for his fuck, I switched off my mobile to avoid any further interruption. Rahmaan chacha was thrusting his Lund (cock) vigorously on my ass crack as he wanted to tear my nighty and shove it directly to my pussy.
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