Horny pervert Afzal's wildest fantasy
Afzal was standing in front of his window. It was around 2 am, and he woke up because of some noise at the house across the street. This could mean only one thing: Anisha had come home from a night out with her female besties. His cock became hard as he looked outside his window. Which was right across Anisha’s bedroom at the other side of the street. She almost always immediately closed the curtains when walking into her bedroom as if she knew what he was doing. But this time, he hoped for the best as he was looking. Anisha was his wildest fantasy for quite some time now. She grew into the amazingly sexy Busty girl she is today at 19 years old. She could be a Supermodel if she wanted to. She has long, perfect black hair. Sexy pink lips, a flawless toothpaste smile, and photo-shopped smooth skin that was so milky and fair. She was one of the hottest girls a man would have ever seen. As the years went by, she transformed into a straight-A sex bomb that gave him countless hours of jerking off. Her tits outgrew all of her female classmates. She now carried a pair of DD boobs which would’ve made even the saintliest person turn his head twice. Some time ago, she started participating in dance. She had joined a dance group, and everyone would come to watch her dance, especially the males, who would get so hard seeing her body while she danced. All of them used to imagine what she would look like if she danced naked, making them even harder. Even a full body covering would not be able to hide her big, busty boobs and curvy figure. She could get any guy, but she would never give any guy a chance. That’s why she was a virgin whom every man had fucked in his mind. Afzal, on the other hand, was an ugly 48-year-old pervert. He was very ugly and unattractive; he looked so dirty and black that whoever saw him thought of him as some low-class labourer or worker. He lived in a small rented house opposite Anisha’s house and lusted heavily after Anisha. Afzal only had one good asset; he had a big, fat black cock. He used to jerk off a lot, imagining Anisha being nude and her boobs rubbing on his face. Even though he knew he would never be able to bang Anisha. He still always wanted that one chance. Anisha, on the other hand, hated Afzal. He was an ugly creep, a pervert whom Anisha would not even want to look at, and Afzal was so smelly that he never used to bathe. Now, coming to Afzal, one night he was spying, trying to see sexy Anisha’s body. He also would get hornier about Anisha. She was from an upper-middle-class family, and he was a low-class, horny man. Just the thought of sex with her would make his dick hard, so he hoped his luck worked. So yeah, as he was spying, trying to look from his window into her room. It was diagonally opposite, but he used to get a good look at the room. So, he started looking and saw Anisha come to her room. She had returned from a party, and she was too drunk. Still, Afzal did not care about that. She was wearing he mind blown by her sexy body and dress she was wearing a tight tank top. It barely covered her big boobs and showed a very sexy, tempting cleavage and a short skirt showing off her sexy, smooth, milky thighs. He got so hard looking at this view. He lowered his dirty underwear. He started to rub his black cock while thinking about him. She would mostly close her curtains so that Afzal could not see her changing clothes. But today, as she was drunk, she did not notice that her curtains were open. She kept her stuff on the table and looked at her sexy figure in the mirror. Then he went on to take off her clothes. At this moment, Afzal was about to go mad as he could maybe see her naked. Anisha started to take off her skirt when he suddenly looked towards the window. She realised the curtains were not put on, and she went and put the curtains on. Afzal got mad that he could not see her naked today. He still jerked off a lot imagining how this milky, busty chick was looking. How many men would want to bang her like a slut and use her, as she was the hottest girl in the city? It was 2 weeks later, on a Saturday. While the whole neighbourhood was vastly asleep at 3 am, Afzal waited for Anisha to come home. It had been 2 weeks since she had last gone out. He had been waiting ever since to get another opportunity to see her undressed. Also, the fact that her parents went on a trip for the weekend made it even more interesting. He had almost fallen asleep in front of the window when he heard a car driving down the street. As he picked his head up and watched the headlights come closer, he suddenly heard the sound of metal scratching and a cat screaming as the car hit his rented small house gate and damaged it partially. He was immediately awakened as he rushed outside to see the car parked against his was none other than Anisha’s father’s car. He had newly learned how to drive, and being drunk this time, he caused an accident. It took a while before he realised what had just happened. At this moment, the car door opened. Anisha stepped out of it, obviously having been drinking, though sobering up very quickly with all the adrenaline rushing through her body. She looked panicked and startled when she saw Afzal standing in front of her car. “Oh, my god, I’m so sorry, Afzal. I didn’t mean to!” Afzal tried to look furious, but as Anisha came closer to him, he almost fainted. She must have been at some prom or fancy club. She was wearing a skin-tight black strapless dress. Her long legs standing on high heels, her small waist wrapped in the smooth fabric. An amazing amount of cleavage popping out above the dress had made his cock hard immediately. She pushed her long black hair over her shoulder as she observed what she’d just done. “Oh no, shit. I’m so fucked right now,” she muttered to herself, still somewhat in shock. He said, “What have you done to damage the gates of my house?” He was poor.