Now Imran knew exactly what fear and thoughts were going on in Jyoti’s head, but he was also bound by his own code of law, his code was that before his weapon (cock) was unseathed if the girl was unwilling or something else was a factor he would let the girl go, but once his cock was out in the the open, it was like the honored and cherished weapon of a legendary warrior who cannot unseath his weapon without it tasting blood, be it his own blood, likewise Imran could not put his weapon away until it had been wet by pussy juice.
He grabbed Jyoti’s arm and propped her back up as she was sitting on the bed’s edge, now that she was sitting mere inches away from that tremendous pussy wrecking weapon she could appreciate it’s true size, she also saw that it was slick with precum and the smell of musth was overwelming her. Just as she was transfixed on his cock, Imran spoke with a cool but creul tone.
Imran- Kaisa laga? (how is it?)
Jyoti- “a…aa… accha hai…. bahut bada hai….” (it’s b…b…b… big)
Imran- “haan bada hai, tum jaise hi fi rundiyo ka ghamand aur choot todne ke liye” (yeah, it’s big, to break the attitude& pussy of hi-fi bithces like yourself)
Jyoti- “n…n….n….nehi, itna bada nehi le sakti mai, mujhe jana hai” (n…no…no… I can’t take this big, I have to go now)
Now just as soon she was standing up, Imran put his hands around Jyoti’s neck and jerked her forward and thrust his pelvis, shocked by the sudden jerk, Jyoti yelped in surprise…
“OOUUUUU…. MMMFffff GULP” Imran had managed to use this situation to thrust about half an inch of his cock inside her mouth, now Jyoti’s immidiate response was to pull away but Imran had intiipated that and kept firm his grip on the back of her head. On the contrary he was increasing forece behind her head to make her take more and more of his cock inside her mouth.
Jyoti’s face was completely overcome with dread, you could see it in her eyes, they were wide open and as if pleading with Imran to not do what she knew in her heart was inevitable. Imran looked into her eyes and only got perverse pleasure out of her helplessness. He increased the force of his hand on the back of her head and watched how despite her best efforts his cock slowly sunk centimeter by centimeter into her elitist mouth. His cock was about now one inch inside her mouth, it’s nothing much but enough to give her an idea of what was to come, her jaws were paining from the pain of being pried open, she could taste the saltiness of his sweat covered cock, she could smell the stench of dried sweat, old cum and stale urine as the cock violated her mouth more and more. Just then when she thought that her mouth would rip open, Imran paused and said.
Imran- “Kya hua rundi, itni tension kyu le rahi hai?” (what happened whore, why you taking so much tension)
Jyoti- “Glug gggluuggg umppphhhhh”
Imran- “oh accha, teri toh bolti hi band ho gayi hai” (oh yeah, looks like you’re left speechless)
He then withdrew his cock, and in doing so immediately Jyoti fell aside and began coughing uncontrobaly, she wanted to rid her mouth of that horrid taste, she spat several times and her eyes were beginning to water.
Jyoti- “kkhhhhcccckkk thu, thu, *cough* *cough* *cough*”
While Jyoti was cleaning her throat on the side of the bed, Imran laid down besides her, he knew that despite the rough treatment, he had scratched a deep rooted itch, you see it’s basic psycology, such hi-fi bitches will never be satisfied with no matter how much you pamper her, but only when you remind her of her whoring roots& treat her such. Okay so he laid down beside her, confident and stretched out, crumpling the cheap bed sheet and spoke.
Imran- “Chinta mat kar rani, hota hai pahli baar” (don’t worry darling, it happens first time with everyone)
Stroking his mammoth 12 inch cock whose tip was glistening with Jyoti’s saliva, Imran declared.
Imran- “iska naam SULTAN hai, pata nehi kitne rundiyo ka kachumar bana chukka hai, aur kitne kok me apne paap chor chukka hai” (his name is Sultan, you don’t even realize how many whores has he wrecked and how many wombs he’s left his illegitimate child in)
Imran then took his hands and reached over and started patting and gently grabbing Jyoti’s ample ass, he was stroking it like a cat, trying to coax Jyoti into finishing what she had started.
*It is a common and secret method of these brutes to always reveal in steps, eg. when they only need to fuck, they will tear open a woman’s clothes and fuck her right on the spot but when they need to enjoy, they’ll take things slow. I have seen many servants seducing their master’s daughters or wives, they have them wear revealing clothing in the house, they then have them roam around in underwear flaunting their assets and tickling their cocks… If that doesn’t suffice they have them take of one article of clothing; either bra or panty (whichever asset is better) this makes them even more enticing and keeps the cock in a ready state of alert, hence when they finally fuck, the pent up energy and power is released culminating in a magnificent performance which cannot be rivaled by any upper society men. Another reason is that for a woman, by her conservative nature, even if she is a budding or existing slut, becoming naked is a huge step. So you have to take it step by step. Eg. if you are with a girl alone and you want to get physical with her, hold her hand before you hug her, hug her before you kiss her, kiss her before you fondle her boobs, fondle her boobs before you finger her pussy, finger your pussy before you fuck her…. I hope you get the point. That is why Imran had only disrobed her top and enjoying the sight of her hanging melons while letting her the dignity of still wearing pants.*
Anyways back to the story.
After patting and stroking her ass, Jyoti slid over to above his cock again, her face was still contorted from the foul stench of his unwashed cock. He paused for a moment, probally said a prayer or contemplated the final decision and simply dove in like a prehistoric animal on his prey, Imran’s eyes widened as he felt her hot breath on his cock, swaying his thick pubic hair like a primodial jungle. He felt his heart skip a beat when her rosy soft lips touched the tips of his cock, as it to give it a little kiss. Imran felt an electric shock run through his body. Jyoti then slid down further until about half an inch was inside her mouth. Her lips passed the point where her lips slipped down the ridge of his glans (the top most part of the cock) as his cock was circumcised this ridge was pronounced and that area is very sensitive. As her lips landed on the base of his glans he almost pissed in the excitement. He was trying desperately NOT to breath as she knew that she’ll vomit in case she does.
Imran- aaaaahhhhhhhhhh uuuuuhhhhhhh bahen ki lodi, haan theek se chus… bahut maza aa raha hai (sister fucker yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh suck it nicely, I’m really enjoying it)
Auuuuuu bahen ki lodi aur niche jaa, chus daal iss budhe lund ko- (Auuuuu you whore, Yessss go a little lower, suck it dry.)
Jyoti was now getting turned on by the vile and degrading encouragements. She began to push her self more, she was now breathing with great difficulty throuth the nose and trying not to take in the smell. Saliva was running down both corners of her mouth, and tears were running from her eyes and finally on Imran’s pelvis, where they vanished in his thick lush pubic hair. She was now from the heart feeling like a cheap slut, the thrill was incomproble to anything she has felt before, better than the latest bag or shoe she’s purchased or the most expensive dinner her boyfriend has taken her to. She kept slurping, licking tonguing on it. The entire room filled with sounds of.
Slllurrrrp Slluurrrrrp Chik Chik Glup Glup… Chak Chak…. All obsanities of this young girl who couldn’t get enough of this cock, it’s like his cock was coated with cocaine and she wanted all of it.
Imran was just relaxing and watching the show. He kept watching as dribbles of saliva escaped her mouth and dripped down his long shaft like beads of pears or how her boobs were bouncing up and down wildly. As Jyoti became more and more obsessed over this cock, and thoughts of dominating it, she closed her eyes and began to try harder, she was doing up and down more vigorously making her chest cannons bounce more vigorously…. Just then perhaps Jyoti’s teeth scrapped against Imran’s penis and this made Imran yelp in pain. I don’t care how much experienced you are in sex, you might be a porn star but as soon as a set of teeth hits your penis you jump in pain and surprise.
Imran- OOOYYYYEEEEEEE bahen ki lodi, daant laga toh teri khair nehi…. (SHIIITTTTT stupid slut, If I feel teeth again, then I will slap you!)
Saying such, he gave a light slap on her boobies as a reprimand but Jyoti was so lost in her job that she didn’t even notice. Imran, without taking her off the cock grabbed both her forearms and positioned from a sideways position (where he was laying down and she was sucking cock form the side) to a position where she was in between his legs. He positioned such that when he looked down all he could see was her sweet little mouth devouring his cock and the massive slit of her cleavage, she bent down to resume sucking and he felt her boobs crush against his thighs and her tight nipples poke against his fleash, it was enough to send him into a frenzy, he grabbed the back of her head and began to mouth fuck her like before, she also tried to cooperate, little by little he was slowly making her take more and more of his cock into her mouth, 3 inch, 4 inch, 5 inch, but then he hit the back of her throat and she almost threw up, but the increased saliva made the whole ordeal more sloppy and slimy, which was exactly how Imran liked it. He continued as normal to face fuck her until he felt that his cock could NOT last anymore inside the wet, young, aristocratic mouth of this whore
…. He Grabbed her behind the head with both hands and began pushing her mouth into his cock relentlessly…. Jyoti’s eyes became wide opened as she awoke from her trance…. He began pushing her mouth in, as her feeble hands tried to resist against his thighs. Little by little as it reached until he hit the back of her mouth, Jyoti thought that this was the end and he was going to withdraw…. But again she was wrong, after a brief pause he made a monsterous push, and the cock slid past her tonsils right into her throat.
Jyoti was totally mortified as his cock was now filling up her entire throat and she couldn’t breathe, the cock had slid past her tonsils and entering her throat directly, she watched with teary eyes as her mouth unvoluntarily reached to the bast of his cock until her chin rested against his heavy balls and her nose was at the base of his massive forested and matted pubic hair…. He kept her there for some time and then with a beastly groan, she watched his tennis ball sized balls twitch as she soon felt an absolute torrent of hot liquid down her throat and into her stomach….
Imran- Leh Rundi Le mera maal apne muh me, nigal le mere pani kooooooo (take it whore, take my cum into your mouth and drink all of it)
AAAAAAAHHHHHHH AAAAAAAHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRr
Jyoti’s almost felt full as her stomach was filled with bursts of shooting cum directly into her stomach, she jerked back as the cock slid out of her throat, one shot was given into her throat, another while the cock reached her mouth…. She could feel the heavy saltiness of the liquid as her mouth filled with the hot potent liquid and she was forced to drink some of it, and the rest dribbled out of her mouth was a whore and still rest of his ejaculant landed in gobs on her eyes, hair, face, lips, and boobs, her entire face was covered in a glaze of white cum, as she lay there stunned…..
Imran- AAAAhhh AAAAAAahhhh he was panting form the effort and watching his handiwork, but this was only the beginning, the beast was awoken and he would take everything from her…
Both Jyoti and Imran were lying in a state of disbelief, Imran had gotten fantastic blowjobs before by experienced whores but nothing beads a amature blowjob by a virgin. There is just something about the flustered face, the dischevaled hair, the resistance you feel in her mouth, the occasional clamping down of teeth that an experienced man finds irrisistable. So if you are getting a blowjob and you find the girl either take two sips of water first, or fix her hair in a bun behind her head or open her necklace for fear of getting cum stains then you can know that you have an experienced bitch on your hand. And if even after that, the blowjob was lousy then you can blame only her that after sucking on so many cocks, she couldn’t fix her game, anyways…. Imran was lying there panting from the very notion that he got such an elite and high class bitch to suck on her pauper cock which was covered with a shiny film of saliva, gobs of mucus and his own cum, his matted pubic hair was now wet from the intermingling of the above mentioned juices. Jyoti on the other hand was lying on the bed ass up, boob down, head over the edge of the bed coughing, spitting& trying to get the rancid taste of his cum out of her mouth…. but try as she might it wasn’t possible.
The rancid taste, the acrid smell was in her nose, coated on her tongue, between her teeth, down her throat, in her stomach…. essentially it had permeated her soul. Why am I saying so? It’s because it’s important to break a female only once, those of you who have been with, or fucked a girl would know that it’s only difficult the first time. It’s difficult to first hold her hand, then it’s difficult to put your hands around her, afterwards, it’s hard to get the first kiss, then to caress her boobs, finger her pussy& then ultimately to fuck her pussy. It’s like a relay race, the point you left off is the point the other guy has to start from. Many times the author (me) had met a girl and noticed that this girl was letting me kiss her but was hesitant in letting me touch her boobs, or that this girl had no trouble opening her top in front of me but why shy in opening her lower…. It’s because that’s the point where the previous guy had left her in. Anyways getting back to the story.
Imran opened his eyes to see what his fucktoy was upto, what he saw made his cock twitch in attention again, her marble white body with huge tits mashed on his bed, and her bulbous ass rising like a mountain confined in her tight, conture hugging jeans. He gave her massive ass a tight slap, which made her cheeks vibrate and then he held her arm and raised her up so that both of them were sitting facing each other. He was proud to see gobs of cum still sticking to her face, lips, hair and down her boobs, then he saw something which amused him, she was wearing an expensive necklace, it was two golden chains intertwined and a beautiful pendant of blue emerald, but now it was coated with his slimy cum, the contrast between this extreme opulence and his dirt cheap cum made him smile that no matter how wealthy a woman become or how much you pamper her with money, the organ between her legs will always weep for a long, thick, hard and dirty cock
. He put his hands under his bed and grabbed a dirty hankerchief, and before Jyoti could realize something he began to use it to wipe the cum off her face, hair and milk tankers… Jyoti could feel the crusty fabric on her face and smell the stale smell of dried cum…. Then Imran took the cloth and wiped his cock with it, taking care to clear under his foreskin, and his pubic hair. Jyoti was left speechless, she now realized that this cloth was actually not a regular hankerchief but a used rag specially kept to wipe cum& sweat between sessions. Jyoti was a girl who ordered imported creams worth thousands of rupees per bottle from the internet and applied it on her face, she was the kind of girl who would cover her face with her dupatta even when a slight breeze blew to shield it against the dust of Delhi. But here she was not getting a cum facial from a butcher class man. Imran realized her sudden realization of the situation. He threw the rag under the bed, from where it came and said.
Imran- “Hahaha yeh rumaal toh mera purana saathi hai, chudai sessions ke beech me isse mai rundiyo ke upper se leas, pasina aur mera lund saaf karta hu…. pata aaj tak 25 saalo me hazaro rundiyo ke upar se mera pani saaf kar chukka hai!” (hahaha see this hankerchief, this is my old friend, it’s used to wipe the cum and sweat from the whore’s faces and my cock after fucking sessions…. Do you know, in the past 25yrs it has wiped the faces of thousands of whores before you.)
Jyoti- “par yeh mere face pe kaise laga sakte ho, itni gandi cheez ko” (But how can you put it to my face, this dirty thing!)
Imran- “gandi cheez? Toh tu kaunsi pavitra hai???- yaha mere jaise aadme se apne milk tankers masalwane aur lund chusne ke baad???” (dirty thing? So are you so pure? After getting your milk tankers mauled& sucking my cock).
Jyoti was now silenced. This was the first time that someone had called her out on her bluff. It can be amazingly erotic of a hot girl when a guy has the balls to stand out for himself and call her bluff. She felt her pussy twitch at this act of bravado. Imran knew what was going on in her head, because although he was merely an illiterate pimp, he was an expert in reading psychology and micro-expressions. He noticed that while hearing this Jyoti subconsciously bit her lips a little bit and her pupils widened.
*Some points from the author- whenever you are with a girl, focus NOT on what she says (a woman’s words have little meaning) focus on what she does…. licking of lips, biting of lips, slightly rocking forward and backward, twirling of hair, etc. are all signs that she’s excited*
Imran seized on the moment and got up, Jyoti saw the massive monster stand up straight, his cock was now limp and reached down to half way his knees. It was almost like the vesteges of another leg. He walked to the other side of the bed behind Jyoti and in one swift motion, grabbed her by the armpits and like a child hauled her up. Jyoti let out a sharp shriek, “aaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!” as she was yanked up, Imran effortlessly pinned her against the wall& spun her around so that now she was facing him. Her boobs jiggled with the sudden exersion. Imran took a moment to admire her exquisite beauty, he admired her angelic face, her swan like neck, marble complesion and most of all her massive mammoth milktankers and like a typical Punjabi girl they weren’t pointed or cone shaped but proper MILF shaped, bags of milk, slightly sagging
. He thought for a second that such boobs are only seen on mature women who are married, have been fucked by their husbands for years and have squeezed 2-3 kids from their pussies. How the hell does such a young girl (18-19yrs) old have such a mature chest??? He rested his questions aside and began to feast on the flower in front of him, he put his hands on both sides of her waist and caressed her body, he was lightly smooching her lips, she had closed her eyes by now, she was no longer looking at who this guy looked but rather she was lost in the moment.
*This is another thing with women, they are too much into the mood or feelings of things, no matter they said never mention “sex” always say “make love” or it’s not about what you say, it’s about how you made her feel. You can say the world’s best poetry, have the most rare flower and the most expensive chocolates but if you say it when she’s in a bad mood, then all your investment will be to waste. You have to think how it will make her feel, and not what is the content of what you’re saying.
*
Okay so he was lightly kissing her, caressing her neck, nibbling her earlobe, and whispering romantic dialogues in her ear. She was like a lamb in the clutches of a butcher, she didn’t know what to do or how to reach, she was just enjoying the moment and totally lost in it. Imran then slipped his hands and was enjoying her massive mammaries. He was stroking them, squeezing them, running his thumbs on her areolas and nipples, flicking them, etc. Jyoti subconsciously then put her arms around the brute’s body to make it easier for him to exploit her boobs, seeing the compliance of this whore Imran’s once limp cock was also returning to action. It was slowly rising and hardening, like a primodial monster out of its winter sleep. Jyoti felt it rub against the fabric of her pants as it grew to its previous size and began to poke between her legs. Sensing the time is right. Imran pushed her against the wall further more and putting both his hands under her armpits again raised her up and lowered her so that his cock was now erect between her legs and she was now sitting on it.
Jyoti felt like she was sitting on an iron rod, but it wasn’t made of iron, it was made of flesh and blood. She knew that she wasn’t like those size zero girls, her buxom Punjabi mom’s genes made sure of that, she knew that she weighed a good 65-70kgs with those massive milk tankers and massive ass… in fact few boys who have tried to lift her up in their arms have been able to do so, and here was this brute who was supporting her entire frame as she was comfortably sitting on his pole like cock. Her feet were off the ground and dangling in the air as her entire bodyweight rested on his cock, pushing against her pussy. If one were to see from the other side, one would see her massive ass and between her legs Imran’s massive monster supporting her like a branch supports a bird’s nest. Anyways….. form this position, her chest was on Imran’s face level, he took a moment to relish this sight before diving into it again. He was licking all over her marble skin like ice cream, and licking and flicking with his tongue her nipples like cherry. In between he gave a few surprised like lightly biting them which made Jyoti moan like “SSSSSSSSSSSsssssssssssssssssss” in pain and pleasure.
*If you are fondling the boobs of a female remember don’t focus only on her milk tankers, that is nothing, instead focus on fondling her nipples and if possible licking them. This mimicks the suckling of for milk and releases powerful hormone oxytocin which is responsible for maternal bonding…. ofcorse you’re not a child but anything which helps in bonding and making her crave your dick is fair game.*
Jyoti was completely lost, she had her hair dischevaled before her face and was herself enjoying receiving Imran’s kisses, smooches, bites, and groupes…. She was reduced to the lowest common denominator of sex and womanhood. She had released so much juices that Imran could feel them on his cock, it felt like she had pissed on herself. Jyoti could feel ever notch and bump on Imran’s dick although she was still wearing her clothes on her lower body, she kept rocking back and forth on her pole like seat as an attempt to excite herself. Imran noticed that she was completely out of it, she was using her hands to explore his back and dug in her nails whenever he bit her nipples…
. He had also secretly undid her belt and buttons, he was thinking that it would have been nice if this bitch had wore address, could have disrobed her like peeling a banana but this will be harder. Imran then slowly walked over to the bed, Jyoti still seated atop his cock, with her giant ass jiggling with every step he took. He gently laid her down, she knew that this episode of her fuck session was coming to an end but she didn’t want to end it, she resisted a little but holding onto his back, and clenching her ass cheeks tight around his cock, but Imran merely planted a deep messy smooch as he let her down, long strings of saliva extended from his mouth to hers showing the extent of the depravity….
As she was being let down, Imran had cleverly with his thumbs on both hands grabbed the belt loops of her hips causing her to slip out of her pants as she fell onto the bed. Her considerable weight caused her pants to be peeled off her like a banana which Imran effortlessly pulled down and threw to a corner of the room. Before Jyoti could come to her senses she felt a breeze between her legs and sudden cold as the only thing which stood between her and total surrender was the thin, wet fabric of her panties. Imran briefly got a glimpse of the outline of her pussy petals through the sopping wet fabric before like a sleuse gate of a dam Jyoti slammed both her legs close exposesing her massive ass before Imran……
Imran flung her from her arms onto the dirty cot, and in lieu of his wicked expertise in toying with women, he had already undone the button and buckle of her pants and while tossing her down he gripped the belt loops of her waist with his thumbs, as a result Jyoti tumbled down but her pants did not, they peeled off like a banana and collected near her knees which Imran unceremoniously took off and threw to the side
. It took Jyoti a few micro seconds to realize what had happened by the cold breeze she could feel on her sensitive inner thighs and the sight of her expensive jeans being uselessly tossed aside. Immidiately she closed her legs shut, but not before Imran could get a brief look at her flimsy pink panties and outlines of her pussy lips through the now wet material
. Jyoti was now lying down in a foetal position with both legs closed, exposeing her massive ass to the hungry wolf, he was amazed by the size of her chooters (ass) because it was more wide than his hips, it would be a dream to fuck that ass Rockygystyle he thought.
Now Imran thought that this is that hardest stage of the entire process because no matter what you have done with a woman until that point, getting her to expose her most delicate parts is a totally different ball game. I’ve had many girls who have sucked my cock and I’ve mauled their milk tankers but when it comes to exposing their flower petals they are always hesitant.
Imran knew that he had two options one was that he could employ his age old stratigy of forcing her to open her legs and take off her panties by force which he had done thousands of time before or another way was to coax her into doing so herself, which was harder but if he failed, he could always revert back to the first method.
Jyoti had since closed her eyes and expecting the final assault on her innermost parts but something to the contrary happened, Imran merely laid down next to her and spooned her, with his dirty hairy chest against her milky white back and his rod like cock touching her ass, he began kissing her on her shoulders, neck, cheeks and back, this was extremely erotic for Jyoti, as was the aroma of his cock, sweat and cheap liquor. Imran than began to stroke her hair and whispered in her ear.
Imran- “tere jaisa maal maine aaj tak nehi dekha” (I have not come across a piece like you)
Imran- “lagta hai tere se pyar ho jayga” (I think I’m falling in love with you)
Now that may sound like a stupid thing to say but actually it’s not, women are suckers for emotions, be it good or bad, that is why men watch things on TV which make them happy; porn, wrestling, sports, etc while women watch serials where they like to experience a range of emotions from happiness to sadness…
. So essentially it’s true that to be happy a woman needs to experience all emotions and love is a main one, even if you are fucking the most reknowned slut in your state or union territory if you drop a small hint that you love her or are making love in her ear, her heart will melt and she will give you two shots in place of one.
It happened with the author (me) while I was fucking an expensive call girl, I had expended myself and was just lying there and since I had taken Viagra (to maximize my investment) my cock got hard again, on both of us realizing that I became embarrassed because technically I already had my one shot that I paid for, but since I was nice to her and said some cute things in her ear, she merely said, “oh you’re hard, okay let’s continue where we left off.”
Imran then began to nuzzle her neck from behind, it was an intensely romantic scene, Jyoti was lying there with her legs closed shut, and her arms over her massive milk tankers and Imran was lying behind her, his stinky hairy chest against her milky back and his dirty beard tickling her neck as he was constantly giving small kisses and licks on her shoulders, cheeks, ear lobes, etc.
She had tightly shut her eyes and now just like water was being guided along the contours set by Imran. Imran then took his hands and began running it first on her scalp, giving a massage of sorts, then along her neck, rubbing her neck muscles until he felt them soften up (meaning she was relaxed) then he slid his hands further south and traced the curves of her body, of her waist and hips, then he slid his hands over her belly, making sure to playfully glabfistfuls of her ample flesh and squeeze (making her giggle due to tickling sensation)
he then traced his hands northwards and encountered her hands guarding her treasures, he didn’t have to force anything then, he merely kept sliding his hands upwards and merely nudged her hands away and slid his hands in between her milk tankers and hands so basically he had his hands over her massive mumme (boobs) and hands so basically there was no reason to keep covering them
, but still…. Imran was gently tracing his hands over her mounds, he was feeling the silky softness of her skin and enjoying its fullness. He then began to take her nipples between each of his fingers in his hand and manipulated them in different ways ranging from rubbing them, tweaking them like radio knobs, and downright squeezing them hard as he could making her squirm in pain and pleasure.
He was mauling them brutally by squeezing them very hard with his laborer palms so that the flesh of her milk tankers could be seen bulging between the gaps of his fingers. Then to test her resistance Imran snuck his other hand under her and slid it under her other boob and began to do the same, so essentially he was brutally mauling both of her milk tankers now making her squirm and yelp in delight.
Jyoti- sssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhh, OUCH!, aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, nneeeeeehhhhiiiiiiiiii….
Imran- “kyu maza aa raha hai?” (why having fun?)
Jyoti- oooooohhhhhhh haaaaannnn “ooohhhhhh yessssss”
Every time he squeezed her boobs hard she would buck her hips and her massive ass would crash against his naked cock, he would feel his cock trying to lodge in between her ass cheeks, only held back by the flimsy material of her panties.
Then Imran kept mauling her boobs with one hand and moved his other hands southwards making sure to massage her tummy on the way and then he encountered her thighs which were guarding her treasure between them. He began to lightly stroke her thighs, first on the inner side on her knees (which is an erotic zone) then he moved his hands up her inner thighs in a light stroking motion, with each stroke he would move them closer to her guarded flower.
Jyoti was also beginning to lose it and her resistance was fading, she began to enjoy the manipulations on her body from the boob mauling to the stroking and massage of her inner thighs, and she subconsciously parted her legs, Imran used this opportunity to slide his hands further north towards her flower and he began to go towards her pussy with every stroke until he could feel the heat from her love tunnel and feel the damp fabric of her panties on his hands. There was so much wetness there it was like a primodial swamp; hot, moist and pungent. He then rubbed his finger on her panties, over her pussy, ohhh my godddd it was hot, like touching a nuclear reactor, he was trying to trace her pussy lips and noticed that they weren’t that prominent which drew a smile on his face because he thought, her pussy lips aren’t that pronounced meaning this is a new piece, probally fucked less than a dozen times!!!
*You see the more a woman gets fucks the more prominent her pussy lips become, a new piece has a pussy just like the petals of a flower, delicate& subtle*
He was running his fingers over her slit, over her panties ofcorse and this made her shudder with excitement, she was feeling tremendous pleasure against the inside of her pussy lips and occasionally when his finger brushed against the hood of her clit. Then Imran decided to take it up a notch and he slyly slid his hands under her panties, just then he realized that his bith had shaved her pussy, it was absolutely smooth, he thanked his stars for this bitch and continued brining his hands down until he encountered just the point where her pussy started, he felt for a little “button” which was her clit, and gently pressed with his index finger a bit behind her clit to retract the clitoral hood& fully expose the clitoris, then with his middle finger he literally attacked her clit, there was absolutely no civility here, because when you’re rubbing a woman’s clit, whether you go fast or slow, it’ll have the same effect.
So basically he went in and with his dirty, hard and calloused middle finger began to press it, rub it, pinch it, etc. Jyoti was totally caught off guard, her eyes popped out of her socket and her mouth opened wide as she let a shriek, “AAAAAAEEEEEEEEE!!!!!” had she not been in a known brothel in Imran’s den, then surely the nighbours would have investigated. Jyoti’s mind began to spin out of control as waves of pleasure and pain washed over her mind.
Her first respond was to slam her legs shut to try and protect her flower but it didn’t have any effect, closing her legs merely made Imran’s fingers jam more tightly into her clit, as to relieve the pressure she began to buck her hips back and her ass touched Imran’s naked sword, Imran also used that erect sword to stop her from sliding more backwards and avoid the pleasure assault on her clit. Jyoti tried getting up but Imran’s other hand was tightly on her chest (over her boobs) which absolutely prevented her from doing such. As she tried to get up, her massive milk tankers were pushed into his palms more and he kept pressing them, as to extract their milk. Both were making completely different type of sounds.
Jyoti- uuuuuuUUUUUUhhhhhh MMMMFfffffgggggggg aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh
Imran- Hahahaha Hohoho Hehehe Saali Rundi aab bata kaha jaigi….. (stupid whore now say where you will go)
This continued until she was releasing more and more amounts of pussy juice and making the entire region wet, the sounds of Chak Chak Chak filled the room as Jyoti was struggling to keep her legs closed and curtail the stream of obscene noises escaping her mouth. She let out several jets of cum as waves of orgasms washed over her body.
Jyoti’s entire face and chest turned red with the orgasm as she was trying to catch her breath and cool down, Imran had used this opportunity to re-position himself now between her open legs and before she could realize anything, he bent down and put his thumbs under the elastic of her flimsy panties on either waist and gave it a massive pull!!!
Before Jyoti could realize what was going to happen she caught her panties flying to a corner of the room like a useless rag, Jyoti shuddered as she felt the cold air lick the innermost petals of her petals, she tried to close her legs but Imran was far ahead of her and grabbed her ankles before she could close her legs to hide her precious flower. Before Imran lay the most delicate, beautiful sight, the pussy of a young rich, aristocratic woman, it was clean shaven and slightly pink from all the stimulation, The outer lips were slight& the inner lips were thin and indistinct, the lips closely guarded her love canal. All in all it looked like a tight pussy, unaware of how to accommodate a cock.
On the contrary if you look at the pussy of a whore or a woman who has had 1-2 kids you’ll see that the outer lips are brown, they look much less “fresh” the outer lips are thick and parted while the inner ones form “curtains” and thus you can easily see the canal in the middle. But clearly this wasn’t the case here, this was a fresh cut piece, fucked less than 4-5 times. The condition of the pussy has a lot to do with the person who is fucking, if amateur is doing the fucking, the pussy can stay in a new condition even after years of fucking, however if a beast like Imran is doing the fucking then the pussy starts to deteriorate after the very first fuck itself because of all the stretching and accommodation it has to do to fit his massive unreal cock.
Imran bent down until his face was merely centimeters from her pussy and inhaled deeply, he appreciated the clean, musty aroma of an upper class woman, his face lit up like child opening a birthday gift. Actually if you have ever seen a clean pussy up close you will agree that the aroma isn’t at all offensive, it’s a bit odd but erotic at the same time, it’s just like a wild flower.
Anyways Imran then slowly inched towards her flower, form her point of view all she could see what Imran’s face between her massive thighs slowly going down between the valley of her legs, like a setting sun, until she could just see the top of his head and black hair, she braced her against his shoulder and prepared for the inevitable…. She first shuddered as Imran’s hot breath caressed her inner most thighs and her pussy lips, then a few strands of Imran’s hair brushed against her lips which made her jump in excitement, OUCH!!!!, she tried to close her legs but they were firmly held open by the iron grip of Imran.
Imran was now merely millimeters away from her flower, he took a time to appreciate her delicate folds, because he knew that after this night it won’t remain as such and would be transformed into the gutter drain of a seasoned whore. Then just like a seasoned player he went slowly into the game, he slowly blew on her pussy which made Jyoti close her eyes, tighten her fists and a sigh of “SSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH” escaped her mouth, then he slowly planted a kiss on her sensitive and exposed clit, which made her arch her back and a sound of “UUUUUUUUU” was made, he gave several lighter than air kisses on her clit and on her pussy lips, they were infact so light that had he made the same on her shoulders or cheeks, she wouldn’t even have felt it but since it was on her pussy, she felt every single crinkle of his chapped lips on her pussy lips, she was going absolutely mad and began thrusting her hips on his face, Imran then realized that this bitch was starting to enjoy the treatment and there was actually no need now to hold her legs open so he shifted his lands to grip her under her ass and grabbed her hips like a handle bar and pulled her close and began to slowly run the tip of his raspy tongue on her clit, he was really dexterous with the way in which he did this, none of his steps were repeatetive, because he had a tick up his sleve, he was using his toungue to trace the outline of the alphabet on her clit; A, B, C, D and so on, this way all the strokes and all the places he rubbed was new and her entire clit got stimulated.
Jyoti was really taken aback by this royal treatment, never ever even while she masturbated and used her imported clit vibrator did she feel the same pleasure that she as feeling at the hands of this brute. Her hands were on her mouth trying to cover up the slew of shameless gasps, shrieks, sighs, screams that she was making in response to Imran’s skillful pussy assault. Each contact of Imran’s raspy reptilian tongue on her pussy was like her entire soul was on fire and her body was releasing pussy juices to try and quench this fire. Imran was peeked his eyes to watch what she was doing, she was either stuffing her hand in her mouth to stop he from screaming or sometimes squeezing her own boobs to heighten the pleasure, she was flinging her head from side to side, tears of pure lust rolling down her cheeks.
Had this been any other respectable respectable colony, the residents would have called the police, but here there was no police, every knew what was going on…. In fact in the adjacent room they were probally doing the same thing as Imran is doing here. Jyoti was completely lost, she tried instinctively to close her legs shut but Imran’s head was in the way, she clamped her legs around his head so tightly that Imran was now beginning to turn purple, but he was in such a position that his life would have stopped but not his tongue. His tongue was like a massive pre historic slug, sometimes he used it to rub her clit, sometimes like a tentacle to circle the clit, sometimes like a cock to dart inside her pussy, forcing her pussy lips to accommodate his fat tongue.
And the most important part of his technique was his unpredictability, he was never repetitive with his methods. He used to rub, stroke, dart with his tongue along with planting kisses on her pussy, biting her clit, her pussy lips, and her inner thighs and sometimes when he felt that the bitch was enjoying too much, he didn’t fail to plant a firm slap on her inner thighs or directly on her pussy to make her squeal in pain and pleasure. He continued this until he could feel that she was on the edge… she was trembling and small uncoordinated tremours were shivering down her spine, she was on the limit of what she could hold and she again clamped her legs around his head and with both her hands tried to shove her head inside her pussy.
Imran then decided to send her over the edge and began to quickly lick her up and down, from tip of her clit to down to her ass hole, and when he reached down to her brown star he darted his tongue inside her ass and began to flick it up and down. Jyoti jumped in surprise OUCH!!!! She felt dirty, but she also felt immensely sexy at the same time due to this forbidden act. She tried to use her hands to push his face away from her ass but Imran merely held both of her hands and dug his face inside her ass until his face was almost inside the crack of her ass and he began to roughly give her a rimjob
He was circling her rough tongue round and round her anus in circles and then began to test the strength of her back door by trying to push his tongue inside her cavity like he had done with her pussy. All this was too much for the unexperienced Jyoti and she unknowingly gave a massive push with her ass, since her ass was a good 38 inches, Imran got a solid hit in the face and fell backwards.
Jyoti became scared and began to think what will happen next as she had just insulted this master pimp. Imran immediately got up and he did NOT take this insult lightly. He immediately turned Jyoti around and pulled her legs so that both her legs was hanging off the bed and her ass was exposed in the air, Jyoti couldn’t see what was about to happy and this only added to the suspense in her mind. Remember she was exposed, lying there with ass up in the air, and hands held behind her back by this monster…. Just then CHHHAAAAARRRRRAAAAAKKKKKKK. Imran’s heavy open hand fell on her ass. OOOOUUUUUCCCCCHHHHHH!!!! Escaped Jyoti’s mouth.
She felt a burning sensation on the ass where his hands had just left a red print, but before she had the time to recover Imran planted 5-6 similar spanks on both her ass cheeks, making them jiggle like jelly and making her squeal in pain and pleasure. Then suddenly he stopped, he got behind her and again held both her ankles and thrust his face inside her ass, now imagine her ass was so wide and large that his entire face was consumed inside it. Imagine the scene that Jyoti was lying face down, trying to muffle her screams by pummeling her head in a dirty stinky pillow, her massive boobs mashed on the cheap bed cover, and her ginormous ass on the edge of the bed, with Imran’s dirty face inside it, he was licking it up and down from the asshole to the pussy, taking time to kiss, lick, spit and all manner of dirty things.
Jyoti now learn to relax and enjoy the pussy and ass licking but Imran never let it get too routine, he would occasionally still slap he ass HARD and or bite her sensitive parts making her jump in surprise. Many times he had brought Jyoti to the edge of orgasm but then backed off, this was increasing the tension inside Jyoti as she thought that he was playing with her, although she should have known that she was merely a game to him the moment he saw her photo in his friend’s mobile and it made his dick stand up. Jyoti was bucking her hips and trying to thrust her ass and pussy in his face hoping that get that extra 1-2 seconds of action which would finally allow her to have her orgasm, but Imran wasn’t going to let that happen. Finally Jyoti decided to take matters into her hands directly…
. She turned around and so that she was lying there with both legs hanging down the edge of the bed, but this time instead of having her back towards Imran, she was facing him, she could see that Imran’s whole body was glistening in sweat including his face and beard which was now gleaming in her own fluids. She tried to grab a hold of Imran’s face and push it towards her pussy to complete that task she thought that perhaps my desperation or the sigh of my boobs would send him over the edge and finally I have sexual release but she wasn’t going to have it her way.
Imran swatted away her hands, and came close to her, he planted a very sensual smooch on her lips, she could taste her own fluids and desperation from his lips. She closed her eyes so that she wouldn’t have to see the reflection of herself in this beast’s eyes and see what she had become. Just then Imran spoke in a deep and relaxed voice.
Imran- “kitni baar chudi hai?” (how many times have you been fucked)
Jyoti- “nn…nnn…nnnehi, main virgin hu…” (no…no… no. I’m still a virgin)
Imran- “Ha HAHAHA haha saali rundi jhoot boolti hai…. Mujhe yeh to pata hai ki zada baar nehi chudi tu, par theek theek bata, kitni baar teri li gayi hai?” (Ha hahaha don’t lie whore, I know that you’ve been fucked few times but tell me that exact number)
Jyoti- “sach me, mai virgin huuu” (I’m saying the truth, I’m virgin)
Imran- “aisa ho hi nehi sakta, bina chude tere jaise dooth aur gaand kisi ladki ki nehi ho sakti, humare yaha aurat ke 2-3 baccha hote hai uske baad tere jaise figure banti hai” (that’s not possible, without fucking how can you get boobs and ass like this?! Where I come from women get such a figure only after giving birth to 2-3 children)
Imran then as she spoke to her took his hands and positioned it in front of her pussy and he slid his index finger inside her folds, he was searching for her hymen, after some searching he found it intact and as soon as his finger touched the velvet screen his eyes lit up and a smile overcame his face.
Imran- “haan rundi seal toh hai teri choot me” (yeah whore, your hymen appears to be intact.)
There was no end to Jyoti’s shame, this brute had actually put a finger in her pussy and checked for her hymen, this was the ultimate humiliation that she had faced till now.
Imran- “toh tere yeh milk tankers aur chooter itne bade aur bhari kaise ho gaye? Koi dawai leti hai kya?” (then how did your milk tankers and ass grow to such size? Do you take any medicines?)
Jyoti- “n… n..nehi, mai kuch nehi leti, meri mumma bhi aise hi hai” (n… no I don’t take anything, my mom is also like this)
Imran- “achhaaaa haha toh tum khandani rundiya ho… haha… yeh gadriya shareer tujhe apne maa se hi mila hoga” (Ok so you’re from a long line of such buxom whores, that’s why you must have gotten these assets from your mom)
Jyoti turned beet red hearing those insults, those vile comments on her body and her family like she wasn’t even a person, more like a piece of meat.
Meanwhile Imran had slipped his hand so that it was resting over her pussy, he faced his palms upwards and with his thumb he placed it over her clit and began rubbing and inserted his middle finger inside her pussy, it was like inserting an control rod into a nuclear chamber, it was massively right and the heat was almost burning off Imran’s hand, her inserted it deeper until he felt her velvety hymen, attesting to her purity (if one can call it that) his intention wasn’t’ to pop it, that was the job of his cock, he bent his finger towards himself and began to search for something on the top wall of her pussy, it was a small coin sized rough patch, otherwise known as the G-spot
. As he found it, he began to gently massage it, as well as massing her clit on top of that. Jyoti arched her back so that her ass was almost off of the bed and her boobs were thrust in Imran’s face like ripe watermelons. Imran resisted the temptation to immediately lunge into them. He was tactfully massaging both her clit and G-spot at the same time, gently stroking both of them. After about 5 mins Jyoti was on the limit again and she felt a massive pressure built inside of her which was getting too much for her. She began to shake and shiver like a malaria patient and arching her back and crashing back down with a thud, it was like her entire body was on fire from pleasure and she was trying to put it out.
She then took a deep look at Imran’s eyes as if pleading with him not to deprive her of this orgasm and not to play tricks with her again, she used on hand to grab onto Imran’s hand which was inside her pussy so that she couldn’t remove it and with the other hand she took Imran’s free hand and to Imran’s surprise put it on her boobs as if to offer it to him, the scene was too much and Imran decided to comply with this whore’s wishes and he began to mash both her boobs hard, as if milking a fertile cow. After about 2-3 squeezes Jyoti simply exploded and all her juices came out…..
AAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUU OOOOOOOOOOOOo UUUUiiiiiiiiiiiiiii MMMMMMFFFFFFHHHHHHHH
Her eyes shut tightly and she closed her legs tightly as waves upon waves of orgasmic pleasure was washing over her body, her nipples were hard and her entire body was red from Imran’s kisses, bites, slaps, etc. As she was just recovering from her sense and panting like a bitch, trying to catch her breath, she noticed Imran in between her legs, stroking his cock……
Jyoti was still recovering from the royal molesting she received, she couldn’t move a muscle but just laid there, her eyes were glazed over like a drug addict as she was imagining her transition over the few hours from a upper class aristocrat to a gutter whore, well that transition was not quite complete, you see one more thing was left, the main thing…. For her to be fucked and that’s where Imran came in.
Imran stood there like a giant, Jyoti looked between the valley made by her milk tankers and between her spread out legs and saw the towering visage of Imran ready to take the last vestiges of her shame. Imran bent down on top of her again, bringing his face only inches away from hers, she turned her face sideways in fear or shame (only she knows).
She felt his monsterous beard brush against her sensitive neck, few drops of his labour class sweat fell on her cheeks and his stinky warm breath was like a gust of wind from hell, rasping at her flesh. Then Imran did something only a monster could do, he brought his face down and used his long almost reptilian tongue to lick her neck from neck all the way upto her ear, (note the ear and neck is an extremely sensitive part of a woman, even if she is your platonic friend, if you manage to touch her neck and year, it will send trickles down her pussy and that night her finger in her pussy will be in your memory). Just then she felt like a battering ram was placed on the ramparts of her pussy lips. It felt warm, moist, like an oiled rod of steel putting pressure on her velvet tunnel. She gulped in anticipation, there was no pain yet as he didn’t even try to push in
. Just then Imran began to slowly run his cock head up and down her pussy slit and making sure to bump into her clit. With every pass of her pussy she was closing her eyes, and biting her lips to keep herself from bursting in pleasure, her face and chest had gone red from blushing, it was like a flower about to be crushed by a giant buffalo.
Just then Imran took a pause and placed his cock tip on her entrance and gave it a small push until only one fourth of his cock head was inside, both of her pussy lips parted either side to accommodate his massive organ. Jyoti reacted by arching he back until only her ass and head touched the bed and the rest of her body was in the air, she hissed like, “SSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH” like a snake just then Imran gave her a push by his cock in her pussy and she came crashing down from the pain. OOOOOOOUUUUUUUU….
Imran again felt that perhaps his cock was too dry and needed lubrication, so he pulled it out again and rubbed it on her pussy slit more and took his hand and made a typical labor class “KKHHHHWWWAAAAKKKKK TTTHHHHUUUUUU” sound and spat a great big ball of saliva on his hand, and to the utter horror of Jyoti used it to rub his cock up and down to lubricate it until it was shiny and covered in mucus and spit, then he again positioned the battering ram at the gates of her castle and gave another push to which Jyoti winced OOOUUUUUUUUU…..
It was just then that Jyoti realized that Imran should wear a condom else she could get pregnant. So he said.
Jyoti- “ruko!” (wait!)
Imran- “kya hai be?!” (what is it?!)
Jyoti- “comdom pahen lo” (wear a condom)
Imran- “kyu? Tujhe AIDS hai kya?” (why? Do you have AIDS?)
Jyoti- “n..n…nehi, mai pregnant ho sakti hu…” (n…n…n…no, I can get pregnant)
Imran- “hahaha toh kya?” (hahaha then what?)
Jyoti- “nehi, plz nehi, meri shaadi bhi nehi hui hai” (no… plz I’m not even married)
Imran- “hmmmmm theek hai, ek kam karte hai, condom toh me pahenunga nehi,
teri jaise maal ko toh me chamdi se chamdi satake lunga, beech me koi rubber nehi aane dunga… par apna maal ander nehi daalunga, kya kehna hai rundi?” (hmmmm okay, let’s do one thing… condom I’m not going to wear, I’m going to have you skin to skin baby, but I wont cum inside you… what do you say whore?)
Jyoti- “n n n n nehi aap plz condom hi pahen li gie” (n n n n you please wear a condom)
Imran now realized that he had to take extraordinary measures so he began to rub her clit with his cock head, up and down, round and round, faster and faster…. Jyoti’s position was getting more and more delicate, she was totally lost, her eyes were rolling behind her head, basically she was fainting with pleasure. Then Imran withdrew his cock from her clit, Jyoti realized this and she instinctively began to buck her hips in an attempt to convince him to start again but Imran was just over her watching her facial expression and seeing this rich aristocratic bitch break in front of him. Jyoti was tensed on not being able to enjoy that sublime pleasure, she began to use her hand to reach between her legs and grabbed Imran’s cock, and was trying to pull it towards her pussy, just then Imran caught hold of her arm and said.
Imran- “itni jaldi nehi, pehle bata, meri shart manzoor hai?” (not so quick, first tell me, do you agree to my condition?)
Jyoti- “k…kkk kaunsi shart?” (w…what condition?)
Imran- “ki mai condom nehi pahnunga” (that I wont wear a condom)
Now as a sweetening in the deal again Imran took his cock head and gently massaged her swollen clit a few times and withdrew again, this all happened in a millisecond.
Jyoti- “haan haan theek hai, plz…. Mat pehno condom par nikal lena…….” (ok ok do it, don’t wear a condom but don’t keep me waiting)
This was the green signal which Imran was waiting for, he again put his cock on her pussy and began a steady push, first of all he rubbed it up and down until it dug in so that it was about a quarter of an inch inside (not even the entire head) then he began to slow and steadily began to push, Jyoti was feeling the full force of his cock, she was feeling like she was being split apart by the size of his big log inside her velvet tunnel.
Imran told her that, “jaaneman kuch time ke liye hi dard hoga, fir maza hi maza hai” (darling it will only pain for some time and then it’s just fun). Then he slapped the inner part of her thighs hard forcing her to separate her legs he commented, “jaaneman, pairo ko failao, isse choot ki chaudai badhti hai, nehi toh tere iss phool se choot ka kachumar ban jaiga” (darling spread your legs, this will increase the diameter of your pussy, if you don’t then it’ll rip your pussy apart). So if you watching the scene from behind all you would see was milky white aristocratic Jyoti being pinned down by this massive plebian brute, her thunder thighs spread on either sides laterally and her hands clasping onto Imran’s arms, Imran’s legs supporting his massive bulk over her delicate body. His coal black ass making small thrusts as his missile like black, dirty cock tries to plough into the fertile fields of this whore. Okay so Imran knew that if he were to make a quick thrust then it would probally make her faint with the pain so he had to take it slow
. He could feel that his cock head (only half of it in at the time) was facing immense pressue form her pussy walls. He had fucked new pieces which had entered his kotha (whore house) before, many of which were virgins indeed but none of them were as tight as her, it was a new experience for him also. He kept up the steady pressure on her pussy, his cock was barely making any inroads, his cock was bending from the tightness of her pussy despite it being lubricated like a snail. He applied more pressure until both of them were in great pain, Jyoti was trying to slap and scratch his chest to try and stop him but he was going nowhere, he would have pushed even if his cock broke in two. Then suddenly… pop!!! The head slid inside, Jyoti felt like she gave birth but in reverse!!! Instead of the head coming out of the hole his cock’s head went inside the hole…. Her pussy wrapped around the base of his cock like a glove, Imran knew that the hardest part was over. He took some time to rest and pant until the pain of getting his cock inside subsided, drops of sweat were dripping off of his body and fae onto Jyoti’s forming a puddle between her boobs and flowing down like a waterfall and collecting in her naval like a stinky pond. Imran’s fanatical beard was rubbing against Jyoti’s chest (the region between her neck and boobs) like sandpaper but it send pulses of pleasure on her pussy.
Just then when Imran caught his breath he started round 2 of the destruction of Jyoti, without warning he against started his slow and steady pushing because till now only his head was inside. Her pussy was struggling to accommodate such a giant anaconda and the walls of her velvet tube were under great stress. She was flailing her legs around as to relieve the pressure and tapping her hands on Imran’s forearm as a wrestler does to get out of a choke holk, but this was no wrestling match and Irman was not bound to any rules. Imran kept pushing, occasionally kissing Jyoti, or biting her nipples until her constant “UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” was punctuated by a crisp “OUCH!” he kept pushing like a bull in a china shop trying to destroy whatever came in his way. As Imran was pushing into her pussy he was making constant adjustments on the angle of his thrust.
(As any experienced reader might know that when you fuck a virgin, it’s not like fucking a whore, it’s like pushing straight in, imagine yourself pushing your hand inside a heaped blanket, many layers of fabric, so you have to adjust to go inside, likewise when you’re fucking a virgin, most of the times her pussy walls accumulate over your cock like folds of a blanket and you have to adjust as to make those folds pass over your cock head, and not in front)… anyways he kept pushing, ignoring the cries of Jyoti and requests to stop, he pushed 1 inch, than 2 and then 3…. As he pushed in he took the time to go back and make a few quick shallow thrusts as to keep the hole open and make her accommodate to his giant cock, Jyoti was now just beginning to feel the sensations of pleasure slowly subsiding the initial pain and shock of having a cock, almost that size of her arm inside her pussy. Just then as he was thrusting and near the 3 inch mark he reached what he was looking for…. He wicked smile formed on his face, which scared Jyoti, he felt a very thin, almost paper thin membrane touch his cockhead, it was her prize, it was her cherry, it was her HYMEN! It was like a seal to an expensive product…. Only the first owner gets to break it, when owner changes the product will still be as valuable but no one will quite enjoy as the first owner….