Sharing My Hot Girlfriend With Watchman
Alisha is a regular 22-year-old girl. She works, she sings really well, and she has a body that will blow your mind away. She is slim, but well endowed in all the right places. Alisha has a sexy 34-24-36 figure and anywhere she goes, heads turn to look and ogle at her, imagining a million different ways to do nasty things with her. She was used to it, but I wasn’t. On our third date, I was hoping to finally get to sleep with her. We were sitting at a bar, drinking and talking when I saw almost everyone looking at her. Single guys stared as if they would fuck her right there on the table. Guys with their girlfriends stared as if they would break up just to go to the second base with Alisha! But she didn’t care and she was laughing at my stupid jokes. She was wearing a sexy dress that did nothing to calm me down and everything to make me want to just take her to the bar restroom and fuck her brains out. So once she was drunk enough, I asked her to meet me in the restroom. She giggled and winked at me. Then she got up and went to the women’s room. After a few more sips of my beer, I followed her. We locked the bathroom door and I pushed her against the wall, putting my hands around her as I squished her body into mine and kissed her pink, soft lips. She parted her lips as my tongue probed them and soon we were french kissing. One of her legs was wrapped around my waist and as I pulled her up into my arms, she was able to wrap them both around me. Her dress was perfect, there was no need to undo it or take it off. It was a short dress and as soon as I put her down on the washbasin slab, I pulled my dick out and started rubbing it on her panty. She was wet and I was hard. And within seconds, I started pushing myself inside her. She moaned loudly and I covered her mouth with my hand and whispered in her ear, “Shh baby, people are gonna hear us!” Her nails dug into my back as I started pushing in and out of her tight, wet pussy and she gasped controlling her moans. The sweat on her neck was dripping slowly towards her cleavage. I started licking every inch of her skin I could reach while she dug her nails deeper into my back. It was amazing and the way she moved her hips with my thrusts was irresistible. I pulled out of her and brought her down onto the floor on her knees. “I am about to cum, Alisha,” I said and she smiled into my eyes as her lips found my dick. She swallowed it deep, sucking me off and at the same time, teasing my balls. I couldn’t hold myself any longer. I grabbed her hair and pushed myself deeper inside her mouth as I started cumming. She gagged and choked as my cum filled her mouth and dripped off the sides of her lips. She probably wanted to spit it out but I kept my dick inside her mouth until she swallowed all the cum. Then I pulled out and she got up. “Alisha, you’re fucking amazing.” She smiled at my words and beckoned me to follow her back into the bar. That could have been the end of the adventures for that night. We headed back to my place, both of us knowing that we were gonna stay up the whole night having sex. By the time the cab turned into my driveway, she already had her hand inside my pants, teasing me for what was going to happen in my bedroom. The cab driver probably saw this, but of course, he didn’t say anything. He just winked at me as he reversed his car out of my driveway and my watchman closed the gates back up. “Good evening, Raja,” I told the watchman, to which he replied, “Sir, aapki shaam toh good he lag rahi hai.” I laughed at that and went inside the house. Alisha was sitting on the dining table with her sexy legs hanging down and she was curling one strand of her brunette hair on her finger. I went to her and kissed her, a deep long kiss. Then I proceeded to the mini bar to make some drinks. “How drunk are you going to get me?” she laughed and said. “Drunk enough,” I said winking at her. We put on some TV and sat drinking, kissing, and teasing. She kept playing with my dick and I kept pinching her nipples over her dress every few minutes. In around an hour or two, we were both drunk; really really drunk. She went ahead into the bedroom and I told her I will be right behind her. I had something else in mind. I went out of my house and up to Raja who was sitting with earphones in. He was watching porn and when I knocked on the window, he jumped up. “Sorry, sir. Dekha nahi” he said, trying to hide his phone away. “Kya XXX movie dekh rahe ho yar? Andar aao, thodi daaru sharu hojaye” I said to him. This wasn’t unusual, I often sat with Raja and had drinks. But tonight I had a date and so he hesitated. “But sir, madam bhi toh hain andar,” he said slowly. “Madam so gayi hain nashe me. Aajao, koi bat nahi.” We went to the living room and started drinking. In his drunk state, he accidentally said: “Sir madam maal hain ekdum.” Then he realized what he said and stuttered, “Oh sorry sir. Vo nashe me. Sorry.” I laughed. I was drunk too and more so than he was. And I said, “Raja, teri koi bandi nahi hai kya?” “Sir, ghar waale shadi kara denge, but girlfriend vagera nahi ho payega mujse” We both laughed and had some drinks. Then the thought came into my mind. I went to the bedroom and peeked inside. Alisha was asleep. I went back to the Raja and said, pointing towards the bedroom: “Oye, chahiye?” He laughed and said, “Kyu nahi sir” I opened the door for him and he went inside. Alisha was sleeping. He approached her and touched her arms, she didn’t move. He looked at me, I whispered, “mai bahar hu, tu maze kar” and I shut the door. I pulled out my phone and started seeing inside the room through the security camera. Raja had put Alisha on her back and was running his hands on her body. Slowly, he got up on top of her, his clothes all lying on the floor. He let his weight fall on her, grabbing her hands and kissing her neck.