Would you like a ride home?"

Anita was standing just inside the office door, aapane coat ka button lagarahi thi, as I came down the stairs on my way out to my motorcycle. She worked part time in our office as a data-entry clerk, and I knew she lived off the bus lines, she ended up having to do quite a bit of walking to get to and from work, her part-time wages making cabs out of the question. It was starting to get a bit cold to walk, so I thought she might appreciate the break.

She looked up .. "OK," she said. "If you don't mind. Thanks, Raj."

We walked out to my motorcycle in the parking lot, Anita a few steps ahead of me. I watched her as I followed. She'd been working for us for about four years. She was in her late 20s, she kept herself in great shape. She had long, straight black hair that reached down to her slender waist and a chauri tight chuttar that said she still maintained hersef very good. Usaki tits were big and round, firm 38Cs, and she showed them off with the tightly wrapped saree she often wore to work. In the past few years I'd often fantasized about what it would be like to slide my lund between those luscious tits and to see those full lips with their bright red lipstick wrapped around it.


"I really appreciate this," she said sitting behind me on my motorcycle.

"You're sure you don't mind?.. bura to nahi manoge Raj" Who mujhase aur satale huye boli

"No, of course not," I said. As if, I thought, my mind starting to wander again as I pulled out of the parking lot. At 24, I was in good shape as I had been a marathon runner in college, but I still managed to take care of myself, visiting the gym every now and then, and at six feet and 180 pounds I still had only a bit of a tummy to suggest that I earned my living sitting behind a computer monitor all day. Since the divorce a couple of years ago, I'd been doing OK with women and had had a few casual girlfriends, but I did go through long dry spells from time to time. In fact, I'd been in one for the past few months now, and the thought of Anita's tits popped into my head again.

She lived on the other side of town and it took us about 15 minutes to get to her place, making small talk along the way. She directed me to her apartment building. As we approached, she thanked me again for the lift.

"That was so nice of you," she said. "Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee, to warm you up?"

"Sure," I said. What, are you kidding? I parked in the lot behind her building and we walked up to her second-floor apartment.

The place was small. One room served as both living room and bedroom, with a loveseat against one wall facing a small TV and a double bed taking up the entire far end. There were two doors leading off the main room - a small kitchenette and the bathroom.

"Have a seat," she said, draping her coat over the back of a chair at the small dining table and disappearing into the kitchen. I took my coat off and put it on the chair over hers and sat down on the love seat. From the kitchen came the sounds of Anita making the coffee.

A few minutes later she reappeared with two steaming mugs. She set them down on the coffee-table and dashed back into the kitchen, reappearing with a bottle of Bailey's.

"All I had was instant," she said apologetically. "I hope you don't mind. I'm having mine Irish," she said, shaking the bottle. "Like some?"

"Sure." She poured a generous amount of liqueur in each mug then handed me one before settling onto the loveseat. It was a pretty cozy fit, and we tried to sit facing one another from either end while we talked. We talked for quite a while, mostly about work, and whenever our mugs started getting low, Anita would top them up with Bailey's. When the bottle went empty, she got a bottle of wine from the kitchen.

By now I was feeling warm and a bit flushed from the booze. After handing me a full wine glass, Anita sat down, this time with her back to me, leaning back against me.

"Do you mind?" she asked.

Mera lund dhire dhire khara hone laga. I worried she might feel it through my jeans against her back. "No, I don't mind at all… isame bura manane ki kya baat hai"

She settled her head against my chest with a contented sigh. I wasn't sure what to do with my free hand, so I stretched my arm out along the back of the couch.

"tum bahut achhchhe ho raj..You're such a sweet guy," she said. "My husband would never do this. You know," she raised her arm back above her head and softly stroked my cheek with her arm, "just sit like this and cuddle."

"Yeah," I said, not really sure what I was agreeing with. Mujhr samajh mein nahi aa raha tha ki ye kya ho raha hai Her hand was still stroking my cheek, her fingertips gently brushing against my lips. Tentatively, I brought my arm down from the back of the couch and Anita ke gaal choone laga, tracing the line of her jaw and chin with my fingers. She smiled and lambi saana lene lagi. Main aapani ungali usake lips per pherane laga aur Anita ne apani jeebh nikal kar gently pahale meri ungali ko touch kiya aur phir use aapane munh mein lekar choosane lai.

I moaned softly and she released my finger, turning her face up toward mine. Her face was flushed and her eyes were half-closed. I lowered my mouth to hers and dhire se  kissed her, softly at first, then more urgently as her lips parted and her tongue snaked out, seeking out mine. I rubbed my hand over her cheek and into her hair, combing it out, until she took my hand in hers and placed it on her right breast. Through the fabric of her blouse and bra, her nipple was rock-hard, and she groaned into my mouth as I started to knead her tit. Usaki mummay patthar ki tarah sakht ho rahe the aur main dhire dhire unhe masalane laga.

We broke our lip lock just long enough to set the wine glasses on the table, then I stretched out on the couch and she lay full-length on top of me. I sucked the soft skin of her neck into my mouth and found her earlobe, running my tongue over it as I sucked, and I pulled her blouse aur uske makhamali badan par aapana haath sahalane laga.

"Ohh, yeah," she said as my hands found the strap of her bra and undid the clasp. She raised herself off me and stuck her tongue into my mouth as my hands moved to the front and undid the buttons on the blouse. With her shirt open, I pushed up her loosened bra and ran my hands over her big, hard tits, the nipples the size of pencil erasers. I lifted my head off the couch and took her right nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, flicking it with my tongue and gently nibbling with my teeth.

"Argh!" she said, wrapping her hand behind my head and pulling me into her chest. Then she pulled away and kissed me hard on the mouth. "Let's move to the bed," she said, her tongue snaking into my ear.

She got up and walked the few feet across the room to the bed and sat back. I followed and took off her blouse and black-lace bra and went back to work on her tits with my mouth as I undid her saree. I pulled them down and laying back, she lifted her gaand from the bed to let me get them off. Underneath, she wore a thin petticoat, the thin strip of fabric disappearing into the crack of her luscious  gaand , with the black hairs of her bush peeking through the trasparency of fabric in front. I leaned down and ran my tongue up the inside of her thigh to her boor lips, which were also wrapped around the thin fabric.

"Get undressed," she hissed. I stood and took off my sweater. Anita slid off the bed onto her knees on the floor in front of me and tugged feverishly at my belt buckle, then pulled down my pants and boxers, freeing my cock, which stood straight out from my body. Anita moaned and cupped my balls with one hand as she ran her tongue around the tip of my lund, poking into the choot. I shuddered as she took the head into her mouth, still running her tongue around it, then with one sudden movement she took all seven inches into her mouth and I felt the tightness of her throat squeezing the head.

"Ohh, ahh!" I moaned, wrapping my fingers in the long black hair at the back of her head as she started to bob back and forth on my lund. Anita was moaning too as she sucked me, and I could feel her saliva running down the shaft to soak my balls. Every now and then, when her mouth reached bottom, she'd pause in her bobbing long enough to snake her tongue out from around a mouthful of  lund  and run it over my balls. Then on an upstroke, she'd let my   lund   slip from between her lips and, looking up at me with her round brown eyes, she licked underneath my shaft as she rubbed my glistening   lund   all over her cheeks, taking first one ball then the other into her mouth and sucking gently, before deep-throating me again and bobbing up and down, faster and faster, as one hand rubbed my soaked balls and the other squeezed my chuttar.

It took only a few minutes before I felt my orgasm start to stir in my balls. "I'm gonna cum," I breathed hoarsely. Anita moved her head faster, sucking harder and making slurping noises as she moved back and forth on my lund. With a cry, I grabbed her hair as the first shot of my hot cum erupted into her mouth.

"Mmmm!" Anita moaned, letting the second shot hit the back of her throat before replacing her mouth with her hand, jerking me off as she held my   lund   aimed at her open mouth. I came on her tongue, and a few spurts hit her cheek, then she took me into her mouth again and pressed her tongue against the underside of my shaft, running it up and down to squeeze out the last of my cum.

"Ohhhh!" I said, collapsing to my knees in front of her. I kissed her, pushing my tongue between her lips, tasting my cum in her mouth, licking it off her chin before kissing her again, feeding it back to her as Anita continued to gently stroke my now-softening lund with her hand. I reached down between her legs and felt the fabric of the petticoat was soaked.

"Get up on the bed," I hissed. She climbed up and lay on her back. I pulled off the petticoat, spread her legs and dived right between them, burying my tongue between her swollen boor lips.

"Ohh!" she cried as my tongue flicked across her choot. I sucked her button into my mouth hard and pushed first one, then two fingers into her wet slit, rubbing hard and fast against the front of her hole. Her hips came up off the mattress and fucked back against my face.

"Oh my god!" she cried. "Ohh, god, Raj, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, ohhh . . ." Her boor gushed against my face and hand, her juices running down into her crack. As she came down from her orgasm, I kept right on eating her and finger-fucking her hole.

"Move up here," she moaned. "I want your   lund   in my mouth." I shifted on the bed so that my crotch was in front of her face and, lying on our sides, I lifted her leg in the air to give me better access as she took my now-semi-hard   lund   in her mouth.

I continued sucking her choot as I moved a wet finger from her boor to her  gaand . Her pucker was soaked from my saliva and the juice from her cum, so I managed to slip a finger in easily.

Anita moaned and sucked hard on my cock. "Fuck me, Raj," she panted, releasing my cock. "Please chodo me. I want your  lund  in me."

She rolled onto her back and I climbed between her legs. My  lund  slipped easily into her boor and we kissed deeply as I pushed all the way into her, pausing for a few moments to savour the warmth of her tight boor around my  lund  and her juices running down my balls.

I fucked her with hard, deep strokes, then pulled out. "Turn around," I breathed, and Anita rolled over onto her hands and knees. I pushed my  lund  back into her boor and she pressed back against me. I grabbed the cheeks of her perfect gaand and squeezed them hard, then pressed a thumb against the pucker of her gaand . The tip of my thumb pushed in and the whole thumb easily followed. Anita was grunting as I fucked into her. She looked back over her shoulder and shook her long, black hair from her face.


"meri gaand mein chodo, Raj," she said, her eyes glazed over with lust. "Put your  lund  in my ass. I know you want to."

I pulled out of her boor and pressed the head of my  lund  to her gaand , which was so wet from her juices that I slid right in. I stopped when the tip broke past the sphincter, to give Anita a chance to get used to it, but she pushed back against me with a frustrated, lustful wail until I was buried to the hilt. She lowered her head to the mattress and I started pumping in and out of her gaand.

"Oh god," I moaned. "Your gaand  is so tight."

"Fuck my gaand, baby," she groaned. "You chodo my gaand so good. Split me open. Ohh, god, your  lund  feels so good in my gaand."

Main few more minutes tak Anita ki gaand marta raha, then pulled out and rolled her over onto her back. Raising her legs until her ankles were at the sides of her head, I positioned myself and pushed my  lund  back into her gaand . As I started pumping hard again, Anita reached down and started to furiously rub her clit. When I leaned down and took a nipple in my mouth, she started to wail.

"Oh yeah! Ohh, oh oh! I'm cumming! ..main  jharame wali hoon..Oh, chodo me hard, chodo meri gaand hard baby, I'm cumming!" Her gaand  squeezed my  lund  tightly as I continued to pump through her orgasm. I could feel the tingle start in my balls.

"Main bhee jharame wala hoo  Anita," I panted.

"Meri munh mein jharo Raj," Anita hissed. "I want to taste you. I want to suck your cum."

Main another minute tak Anita ki gaand mein aapana lund ghusata rah, then pulled out. Anita quickly moved into position to take my  lund  into her mouth and as she squeezed my balls, aour main unloaded in her mouth. She didn't swallow - she held my cum in her mouth and let it coat my  lund  as she moved back and forth on it. When I was done shooting, looking up at me with a smile, she swallowed what was in her mouth, then licked my  lund  clean.

We collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, Anita smiling as she lay her head on my chest.

"So," I said, "do you think you'll need a ride home again tomorrow?"

 

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