Pleasure of fucking a thirsty boutique bhabhi
My name is Angad Singh Dudi. I am 29 years old. I am from Haryana and live in the city with my family. Taking advantage of the many opportunities given by life, I have dug out many thirsty pussies with my cock and filled them with white-hot lava. I am always looking for pussy online/offline and like every single boy, I am ready to take advantage of the opportunity. And for this, I am a registered user of many adult websites. I have also been a regular reader of this site for many years. However, due to mostly negative comments on the published stories, I could not muster the courage to write a story. This is my first experience as a writer. In the presented story, I have kept as much of my personal life as possible. So, let’s start the pussy licking sex story. This is the story of my sex with Arifa, a beautiful and pure bhabhi of a prostitute from our city. Arifa bhabhi runs a boutique in her house. Her husband runs a bangle shop in Manihari market in our city. Arifa is the mother of three children. Despite this, her amazing figure breathes life into even the dead. Her 38″ breasts and ass are very attractive. I felt blessed after sucking her chubby cheeks and juicy lips. Due to my health, I was able to fuck her only once. But taking advantage of small opportunities, I drank milk from her white, plump, and round breasts many times. The story began with our meeting at her boutique. Women from our locality and my mother often visit her boutique. I also came and went many times. But every time I came back from outside the boutique. Once I went alone to get the suit where I met her for the first time. As soon as I entered the boutique and called out Arifa bhabhi, a beautiful queen with a slim body turned towards me saying, ‘Yes ji’ and it seemed as if time stood still for a moment. I kept looking at her beauty and only one line came to my mind, “Wow son, what a gift man! Just get to fuck her once, of course after that God will take her away.” Then I introduced myself and told the reason for coming. Arifa bhabhi was smiling while talking to me and was also increasing my heartbeat by combing my hair. Boobs are my biggest weakness, so my eyes got stuck on her breasts and I started dreaming of drinking milk in my mind. She noticed this and without saying anything, she handed me the envelope of the suit. While taking the envelope, I looked at her fair hands and felt like kissing her and holding her tightly in my arms. But it was my first meeting so I didn’t want to spoil things before it happened. After coming home, my restlessness increased further. I couldn’t take my eyes off her juicy lips and milky breasts. I wanted to extinguish the fire in my penis with the water of her pussy, so I did not waste the semen by masturbating. Days passed and I waited for the opportunity. Such a beautiful pussy was not going to be found easily nor could she have lust for me in her heart. I had to explore the desire for another dick buried in the corner of her heart. Her smile was forcing me to propose sex and on the other hand, the fear of ass fucking was making my desires cool. But to date, by the mercy of God, God has been kind to me. Next time when I went to her boutique with my mother, instead of waiting outside, I went inside and joined the conversation between mother and Arifa. I realized that Arifa was looking at me again and again and smiling. This action of hers was causing a prickling sensation in my chest and my penis was releasing a drop of precum with every movement. The advantage of me wearing jeans was that my penis was writhing like a prisoner but could not be felt outside. While talking, Arifa said, “Aunty, why do you have the trouble of coming here again and again? You give me your number, then you can call me and ask on the phone whether the suit is ready or not.” I liked her way of talking and her polite words. My mother said that she did not have a phone. On this, Arifa said, “Then you can call from Angad’s phone.” I was surprised to hear my name from her mouth and my penis got ready to tear the jeans and come out! I started having the desire to drink this bhabhi’s milk and have sex with her. Perhaps, my name may have come up in some conversation! On my mother’s advice, I saved her number like a decent boy. After coming home, I immediately checked her number on WhatsApp and it was shown. I realized I had taken a step further toward fucking her. I was very happy and waited for the night to come. My cock had tasted many pussies and from experience, I knew that I had to slowly bring bhabhi to the point of fucking. So, without any hurry, I sent her a hello message. After a few hours, she replied and asked, “Who are you?” So I introduced myself and using the excuse of my mother’s suits, I started chatting with her every day. After a few days, I started sending her mild double meanings and then adult jokes. She slowly started sending smileys in reply. Days passed and the chat became longer. Secrets kept getting shared and she also came to know what a big fucker I was and how desperate I was to dig her pussy. She told me about herself that nothing was lacking in her sex life except romance, which she had started desiring from me. Then I started warming her up with daily phone calls. If I had met her eyes at her boutique, I would have felt as if she was inviting me to have sex. The fire was raging on both sides, there was just a delay in meeting. While waiting, the moment of the meeting finally arrived. Once her husband had to go to another city for work. There was only one night left for our meeting after he left and before he came back. It was easy for me to stay out of the house all night but difficult for them. In this sense, sex could have taken place at her house, in which both the fun and danger were very high. After her husband left, I got a message from her, as was decided between us.