26-09-2019, 05:13 PM
Vandana dropped her at the nearby bus stop in her car.
As they lived in opposite direction, Namrata insisted on taking bus when Vandana offered to drop her. Although Namrata had been drinking and but she felt herself under control, just a little light-headed.
Luckily, the office-crowd time was over and the bus had very few people. That had been quite a session of fucking, Namrata reminisced as she sat by the window in bus. She was relaxing, thinking back to that wild session she and Vandana and Mukesh had that day.
Whew! She thought. “That Vandana was really a sex-driven woman.” Namrata realized that bus had to take de-tour due to some reason and she will have to get down at the bus–stop which was about more than one kilometer from her house. When she got down, it was already dusk (darker part of twilight). The drinking he had done a little earlier now seemed to be hitting her. Namrata felt a little unsteady on her feet. So, she decided to take a short cut through a narrow dirt path, bordered by knee-high grass and trees and wild flowers. Although this dirt-path was going to be deserted, still she opted to use it, as it would save her more than half a distance. As she strolled along the pathway, she felt as though her legs could no longer support her; they were giving away under her! She started weaving drunkenly just slightly in her high-heeled sandals as she walked up the path her hands tightly clenched around her purse.
To make the matters worse, she felt a strong urge to pee. She lurched ahead for a minute and when she could not control her urge anymore, she quickly glanced through her surroundings to make sure no one was there and since it was almost getting dark, she loosened the nada of her salwar and pulled her salwar down to her ankles and squatted on the ground. She was not wearing panties at that time. She took a deep breath, and then unleashed a steaming golden torrent and next moment she caught the rustle of grass and dry leaves behind her. Then to her horror, she noticed a middle-aged man in cheap rustic clothes about 100 meters from her. He looked like a vagabond. In her drunken confusion, she got up pulling up her salwar. She couldn’t hold back the dribble of hot golden piss streamed out in a gushing torrent from her cunt, that flowed down her thighs, drenching her salwar and soaking her feet and sandals. As she teetered forward trying to keep her balance and trying tie the nada, she realized that the man was now just behind her.
“aisey ladkhadaati hui kahan chali, chamiya…zaraa apni choot ke darshan to krwa do..” the man said putting his hand on her shoulder from behind. She was afraid of what he might ultimately do to her.
“Mujhe jaane do..dur raho mujhse” she screamed.
“Saali…nakhra karti hai…nashey mein jyaada phudak rahi hai…abhi tera nashaa utarta hun…randi…kutiya”… he hissed and held her close to her and kissed her on mouth.
Namrata was scared as well as excited. “Mujhe chhod de...” she started struggling and protesting, with great trepidation, but enjoyed every bit of it.
“Chhod dun ya chod dun…” he mocked her and pushed her against the nearby try and tightly embraced her. With one hand he furiously, squeezed her breasts. In his eagerness to open her kurta, he partly tore it and even ripped her bra to knead her now exposed tits. He leaned down and sucked and bit her erect nipples. “saali… kutiya… dekh rere nipple kaise sakhat ban gaye hain…mazaa aa raha hai, phir bhi jhootha nakhra dikhati hai…” he said while he tore and ripped off her piss drenched salwar from her legs.
Namrata tried to think how terrified she was, how much she hated this dirty vagabond, but she felt herself becoming more and more excited.
As they lived in opposite direction, Namrata insisted on taking bus when Vandana offered to drop her. Although Namrata had been drinking and but she felt herself under control, just a little light-headed.
Luckily, the office-crowd time was over and the bus had very few people. That had been quite a session of fucking, Namrata reminisced as she sat by the window in bus. She was relaxing, thinking back to that wild session she and Vandana and Mukesh had that day.
Whew! She thought. “That Vandana was really a sex-driven woman.” Namrata realized that bus had to take de-tour due to some reason and she will have to get down at the bus–stop which was about more than one kilometer from her house. When she got down, it was already dusk (darker part of twilight). The drinking he had done a little earlier now seemed to be hitting her. Namrata felt a little unsteady on her feet. So, she decided to take a short cut through a narrow dirt path, bordered by knee-high grass and trees and wild flowers. Although this dirt-path was going to be deserted, still she opted to use it, as it would save her more than half a distance. As she strolled along the pathway, she felt as though her legs could no longer support her; they were giving away under her! She started weaving drunkenly just slightly in her high-heeled sandals as she walked up the path her hands tightly clenched around her purse.
To make the matters worse, she felt a strong urge to pee. She lurched ahead for a minute and when she could not control her urge anymore, she quickly glanced through her surroundings to make sure no one was there and since it was almost getting dark, she loosened the nada of her salwar and pulled her salwar down to her ankles and squatted on the ground. She was not wearing panties at that time. She took a deep breath, and then unleashed a steaming golden torrent and next moment she caught the rustle of grass and dry leaves behind her. Then to her horror, she noticed a middle-aged man in cheap rustic clothes about 100 meters from her. He looked like a vagabond. In her drunken confusion, she got up pulling up her salwar. She couldn’t hold back the dribble of hot golden piss streamed out in a gushing torrent from her cunt, that flowed down her thighs, drenching her salwar and soaking her feet and sandals. As she teetered forward trying to keep her balance and trying tie the nada, she realized that the man was now just behind her.
“aisey ladkhadaati hui kahan chali, chamiya…zaraa apni choot ke darshan to krwa do..” the man said putting his hand on her shoulder from behind. She was afraid of what he might ultimately do to her.
“Mujhe jaane do..dur raho mujhse” she screamed.
“Saali…nakhra karti hai…nashey mein jyaada phudak rahi hai…abhi tera nashaa utarta hun…randi…kutiya”… he hissed and held her close to her and kissed her on mouth.
Namrata was scared as well as excited. “Mujhe chhod de...” she started struggling and protesting, with great trepidation, but enjoyed every bit of it.
“Chhod dun ya chod dun…” he mocked her and pushed her against the nearby try and tightly embraced her. With one hand he furiously, squeezed her breasts. In his eagerness to open her kurta, he partly tore it and even ripped her bra to knead her now exposed tits. He leaned down and sucked and bit her erect nipples. “saali… kutiya… dekh rere nipple kaise sakhat ban gaye hain…mazaa aa raha hai, phir bhi jhootha nakhra dikhati hai…” he said while he tore and ripped off her piss drenched salwar from her legs.
Namrata tried to think how terrified she was, how much she hated this dirty vagabond, but she felt herself becoming more and more excited.
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