Erotic story from Pars Area Part 2
DISCLAIMER: This story is pure fictional by the author. Any resemblence of names, place and situations to anyone in real life is poure coincidence.
TBC = To be Continued.
NOTE: This is part 2 of the story as I believe I ran outta space last post!
"Despite my father's attempts," said Anil slowly, "The lady ran out and her teen daughter went out crying. All my father could do was give the daughter a hug and some rupees. She defintely needed it. Neither were seen in Circ Medhan area ever again. My father, huh, Buddhu? One of a kind. Treating all kids equally the same, the good, the bad and the sexy!" I chuckled despite the situation. Now I too imagined a dark skinned woman giving a BJ. I never had one so never knew the experience, despite am a father and married. "Well, time is up. I will see you... maybe next week? Come by and see my bro in law. But no mentioning about Meenakshi or anything UK related, okay?
My hand felt for her sticky vagina as I had just finished. Sometimes my wife's body felt that of a doll. "Kunal, I like how you take your time. I bet some men do it within 10 minutes? And they're pumped. On top they probably got small ones..." I hated hearing such things. What makes women think about other men and compare anyways? But I am a hypocrite of course. I took a deep breath and relieved myself of last weeks hardships. Our son's birthday was tomorrow and I was available after 3pm to celebrate.
I avoided Khanna much as possible. Preity? what a surprise she too was assigned in today. I observed them both. Khanna moved right out of the way to let her pass through the small doorway. Was this a show? Neither even managed to brush pass each other as usually tend to happen. Neither had looked at each other too. But it could have had been any Khanna the guards were protecting that night? Thank Goodness tomorrow was Tuesday night and not today, as it's my son's birthday. "Kunal, me and your Bhabi Ji (refering to Mrs Khanna) will try and make it later on, at yours." I smile as I usually do but my heart wasn't in it. As he left Preity walked over to me. "Hey Buddhu. Me and my husband will also have to make it. After all, we're a companion, right?" What she was on about I had no idea. "Hey! Everything okay?"
"My son is 6 today. 6 already? Where has the time gone?"
"Are you sure that's the only reason you look so... so ghumsum?"
"Huh? Yes" I lied. Then I tightened my features. "Why? What happened?" Her bright eyes stared my way, as if she was judging me for a behaviour. She shook her head. She was so very next to me, I felt like kissing her and telling her everything will be okay. Her bright orange suit that she wore today, her breasts could be seen protruding out of them.
Tuesday night couldn't have come any sooner. Sure enough the Guardsmen were there. It was so tempting to just sneak in the front this time. But only bravados were at the front. Not to forget the druggies and the sellers, coming from Lord knows which areas. It's like this back was only meant for VIP but still not guaranteed any sort of secrecy. I covered myself with the dark shawl and crept forward, everything same as all those days back. "Chal yaar. Let's just play cards. I also have chess. Not like anyone's going to ever come here." Excellent. The typical security guards of Mumbai. Only problem was they were next to the stairs, stubbornly stuck to the chairs like glue. A round table in front of them and a small fire in the corner. An idea had stuck to my head. Being well covered around the other side of the room I decided to explore the room for other options. Sure enough the light from the fire could be seen when I looked up. I fisted a small victory knowing what this meant. It meant that there was a gap from ceiling to the wall. Climbing this part was easy, but avoiding detection? Would have been difficult. So I slowly clambered over the wall and could see the stairs up to the room. My heart pounded. If the two men looked up towards the stairs I was doomed. Like a mouse I clambered down the other side and continued going up, already 3/4 way of the stairs. "Rukh jao!" Came the rumbling voice. I froze and didn't dare move. "I think that's a wrong move." Oh great. I should now turn around and be shooed away. "No, that is the correct move. This is how Knights move, you see?" I dare a glance over my shouklder but both me, tall and Amateur, were staring at the chess board in front. Without haste I move up the stairs, my heart slowing again but my adrenaline racing like hell.
Up here there was some light coming from outside, through the broken windows. I crept forward and hearda few noises on my right. I stick my ear and could hear voices. I slightly open the door and hope it wouldn't creak. It didn't open. Now what? I inspected the building and could see dark gaps in the brown wooden walls. This meant one thing that they were holes! I move more forward to the room next door. I could tell it was empty and opened the door. The stench of mould and dirt got to me but I dared not cough. This room too had a bed but was broken from one side. My God. The things I had to do to get to the truth. I make my way towards the wall where the two people were muttering. I look up left right corner - JACKPOT! Sure enough there was a hole in the wall being crumbled from ceiling to the bottom. I just hoped there wasn't a God damn wardrobe the other side. I move the broken bed towards it. Fortunetely no wardrobe the other side. Unfortunately what I saw next I would never be able to unsee it.
Preity was on top of a man banging him. Oh my God! Her body defied Kama Sutra itself! Her belly moved like it had a mind of its own. The pleasureable noise that she was making. I could see it all! Even her hair was knotted in a plait, coming down towards her ass like a snake. Oh my, I was going to have a heart attack. The lucky bastard was none other than Khanna, I could see. Dried skin, tall, slender and a bit of a funny hair. So, this is what it was? But... But why? I couldn't process that yet. My mind was engaged in her moving head, her lips hungry for that penis. "Hmmm... hmm... aaa... mmm..." were her noises. My own penis stood erect. She laid on her back, exposing her bits. Her ass and boobs were exactly as I imagined it. Now it was his turn. I look away and lean up against yne wall, my body shaking. I felt... numb. I got a 20 minute free show and it still wasn't over? My thighs felt weak and I had to get up. My dinner was in front of me, same path I had downed it. I was staring at it in the middle of the night. I threw up a bit more my thighs still tingling with... adrenaline? Exitement? I didn't know anything any more. I just had to get home. Fast.
Wednesday morning things were not better. In fact it had just got worse. I felt like a dying man... But... But why? Did I love Preity that much I couldn't tolerate it? Hi Ram! What a sin. Truly it was Kaljug. As I stated once before, I am a hypocrite; don't like my own sex life so eye other women. But they're only... imaginations? I swear last night I cummed just by watching the show. Is such a thing possible? I think my wife said something about the doctor? about a few moments ago? Am not sure I didn't hear her.
Thursday morning I was back at Yuvraj's house. Good news it wasn't Khanna's house first thing back. Bad news, Preity was assigned here with me. I didn't look her way as I was busy getting the dust off the brown doors. "Will you not talk to me?" I looked her way.
"About what?"
"About Tuesdsay night?" I freeze and look her way. Speechless. Her eyes were deadlocked on to me. "You think am happy with that small lund husband of mine?" I nearly fainted, blood rushing through my ears. "I told Mr Kama Sutra to do it at his house but no, he didn't listen. At least, it's a secret kept with a trustworthy man." She left leaving me shaken all over. I sat down, hands in head. "Buddhu..." I look her way, she was now close to me. "Don't be sad, Buddhu. I had enough of Mr Small. So Mr Big happily agreed to give me what I wanted, in exchange he gave me what I wanted... long lasting succulent sausage that really, really moves."
"But you're married. And... it's a sin!"
"Say's who? The holy Hindi texts? Buddhu, have you ever even read one? Have you entered the Mandhir to listen to the preachges about such topics? No, hunna? Instead they're words taught to us by Momma and Papa. Nowadays we have the Internet for knowledge, that's different..." She was really going on. Like my wife my ears too started to treat her that way. I was lost in my own thoughts... "And it's because we are from the low caste. Don't do this, don't do that. I say, enough!"
"Okay Preity. I am sorry," I smile. "You are absolutely right. I had no Business being there, spying on you. I am truly sorry."
"Then why did you?"
"I love you," I owed her the truth. "I... I ha, I guess am a Hypocrite Buddhu... In a way."
"Yes, you are." Her hand was on my shoulder.
TBC
TBC = To be Continued.
NOTE: This is part 2 of the story as I believe I ran outta space last post!
"Despite my father's attempts," said Anil slowly, "The lady ran out and her teen daughter went out crying. All my father could do was give the daughter a hug and some rupees. She defintely needed it. Neither were seen in Circ Medhan area ever again. My father, huh, Buddhu? One of a kind. Treating all kids equally the same, the good, the bad and the sexy!" I chuckled despite the situation. Now I too imagined a dark skinned woman giving a BJ. I never had one so never knew the experience, despite am a father and married. "Well, time is up. I will see you... maybe next week? Come by and see my bro in law. But no mentioning about Meenakshi or anything UK related, okay?
My hand felt for her sticky vagina as I had just finished. Sometimes my wife's body felt that of a doll. "Kunal, I like how you take your time. I bet some men do it within 10 minutes? And they're pumped. On top they probably got small ones..." I hated hearing such things. What makes women think about other men and compare anyways? But I am a hypocrite of course. I took a deep breath and relieved myself of last weeks hardships. Our son's birthday was tomorrow and I was available after 3pm to celebrate.
I avoided Khanna much as possible. Preity? what a surprise she too was assigned in today. I observed them both. Khanna moved right out of the way to let her pass through the small doorway. Was this a show? Neither even managed to brush pass each other as usually tend to happen. Neither had looked at each other too. But it could have had been any Khanna the guards were protecting that night? Thank Goodness tomorrow was Tuesday night and not today, as it's my son's birthday. "Kunal, me and your Bhabi Ji (refering to Mrs Khanna) will try and make it later on, at yours." I smile as I usually do but my heart wasn't in it. As he left Preity walked over to me. "Hey Buddhu. Me and my husband will also have to make it. After all, we're a companion, right?" What she was on about I had no idea. "Hey! Everything okay?"
"My son is 6 today. 6 already? Where has the time gone?"
"Are you sure that's the only reason you look so... so ghumsum?"
"Huh? Yes" I lied. Then I tightened my features. "Why? What happened?" Her bright eyes stared my way, as if she was judging me for a behaviour. She shook her head. She was so very next to me, I felt like kissing her and telling her everything will be okay. Her bright orange suit that she wore today, her breasts could be seen protruding out of them.
Tuesday night couldn't have come any sooner. Sure enough the Guardsmen were there. It was so tempting to just sneak in the front this time. But only bravados were at the front. Not to forget the druggies and the sellers, coming from Lord knows which areas. It's like this back was only meant for VIP but still not guaranteed any sort of secrecy. I covered myself with the dark shawl and crept forward, everything same as all those days back. "Chal yaar. Let's just play cards. I also have chess. Not like anyone's going to ever come here." Excellent. The typical security guards of Mumbai. Only problem was they were next to the stairs, stubbornly stuck to the chairs like glue. A round table in front of them and a small fire in the corner. An idea had stuck to my head. Being well covered around the other side of the room I decided to explore the room for other options. Sure enough the light from the fire could be seen when I looked up. I fisted a small victory knowing what this meant. It meant that there was a gap from ceiling to the wall. Climbing this part was easy, but avoiding detection? Would have been difficult. So I slowly clambered over the wall and could see the stairs up to the room. My heart pounded. If the two men looked up towards the stairs I was doomed. Like a mouse I clambered down the other side and continued going up, already 3/4 way of the stairs. "Rukh jao!" Came the rumbling voice. I froze and didn't dare move. "I think that's a wrong move." Oh great. I should now turn around and be shooed away. "No, that is the correct move. This is how Knights move, you see?" I dare a glance over my shouklder but both me, tall and Amateur, were staring at the chess board in front. Without haste I move up the stairs, my heart slowing again but my adrenaline racing like hell.
Up here there was some light coming from outside, through the broken windows. I crept forward and hearda few noises on my right. I stick my ear and could hear voices. I slightly open the door and hope it wouldn't creak. It didn't open. Now what? I inspected the building and could see dark gaps in the brown wooden walls. This meant one thing that they were holes! I move more forward to the room next door. I could tell it was empty and opened the door. The stench of mould and dirt got to me but I dared not cough. This room too had a bed but was broken from one side. My God. The things I had to do to get to the truth. I make my way towards the wall where the two people were muttering. I look up left right corner - JACKPOT! Sure enough there was a hole in the wall being crumbled from ceiling to the bottom. I just hoped there wasn't a God damn wardrobe the other side. I move the broken bed towards it. Fortunetely no wardrobe the other side. Unfortunately what I saw next I would never be able to unsee it.
Preity was on top of a man banging him. Oh my God! Her body defied Kama Sutra itself! Her belly moved like it had a mind of its own. The pleasureable noise that she was making. I could see it all! Even her hair was knotted in a plait, coming down towards her ass like a snake. Oh my, I was going to have a heart attack. The lucky bastard was none other than Khanna, I could see. Dried skin, tall, slender and a bit of a funny hair. So, this is what it was? But... But why? I couldn't process that yet. My mind was engaged in her moving head, her lips hungry for that penis. "Hmmm... hmm... aaa... mmm..." were her noises. My own penis stood erect. She laid on her back, exposing her bits. Her ass and boobs were exactly as I imagined it. Now it was his turn. I look away and lean up against yne wall, my body shaking. I felt... numb. I got a 20 minute free show and it still wasn't over? My thighs felt weak and I had to get up. My dinner was in front of me, same path I had downed it. I was staring at it in the middle of the night. I threw up a bit more my thighs still tingling with... adrenaline? Exitement? I didn't know anything any more. I just had to get home. Fast.
Wednesday morning things were not better. In fact it had just got worse. I felt like a dying man... But... But why? Did I love Preity that much I couldn't tolerate it? Hi Ram! What a sin. Truly it was Kaljug. As I stated once before, I am a hypocrite; don't like my own sex life so eye other women. But they're only... imaginations? I swear last night I cummed just by watching the show. Is such a thing possible? I think my wife said something about the doctor? about a few moments ago? Am not sure I didn't hear her.
Thursday morning I was back at Yuvraj's house. Good news it wasn't Khanna's house first thing back. Bad news, Preity was assigned here with me. I didn't look her way as I was busy getting the dust off the brown doors. "Will you not talk to me?" I looked her way.
"About what?"
"About Tuesdsay night?" I freeze and look her way. Speechless. Her eyes were deadlocked on to me. "You think am happy with that small lund husband of mine?" I nearly fainted, blood rushing through my ears. "I told Mr Kama Sutra to do it at his house but no, he didn't listen. At least, it's a secret kept with a trustworthy man." She left leaving me shaken all over. I sat down, hands in head. "Buddhu..." I look her way, she was now close to me. "Don't be sad, Buddhu. I had enough of Mr Small. So Mr Big happily agreed to give me what I wanted, in exchange he gave me what I wanted... long lasting succulent sausage that really, really moves."
"But you're married. And... it's a sin!"
"Say's who? The holy Hindi texts? Buddhu, have you ever even read one? Have you entered the Mandhir to listen to the preachges about such topics? No, hunna? Instead they're words taught to us by Momma and Papa. Nowadays we have the Internet for knowledge, that's different..." She was really going on. Like my wife my ears too started to treat her that way. I was lost in my own thoughts... "And it's because we are from the low caste. Don't do this, don't do that. I say, enough!"
"Okay Preity. I am sorry," I smile. "You are absolutely right. I had no Business being there, spying on you. I am truly sorry."
"Then why did you?"
"I love you," I owed her the truth. "I... I ha, I guess am a Hypocrite Buddhu... In a way."
"Yes, you are." Her hand was on my shoulder.
TBC
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