Stories Of A Cunning Desi Woman - Part 1
Hi, this is Penetrator007 from New Delhi. I am an extremely kinky and dominating male here who enjoys pleasuring and flirting with educated and mature classy women. Let’s get into the story. Simmi Kapoor, 32 is a chirpy and bubbly desi woman from the city of Chandigarh. She is tall at 6 feet 1 with fair peachy skin tone, long curls all the way up to her lower waist with a perfect hourglass figure 36-26-36. Simmi’s 36 inch bust with deep cleavage is perfect for pleasing men by making sure they can’t stop staring. She has a waist size of 26 inches and men can’t stop thinking of grabbing her from behind. Her 36 size hips allow her to be irresistible for predators in public who can’t stop admiring her booty. Her steep arched eyebrow, flirty curved eyelashes, and downturned eyes make her the perfect blend of a stunning punjaban seductress with jaw-dropping beauty traits. Brought up by a traditional Punjabi family, western clothes never fancied her attention. Today in the evening, Simmi is standing in front of a dressing mirror admiring herself. She is dressed up in a red semi-transparent chiffon saree with 6-7 pleats tucked into her petticoat edge. She is also wearing a handcrafted blouse with a deep front neck that comes with a board U-neck and a center slit. One of this sexy desi woman’s hands teasingly is moving along the edge of her blouse toward her center slit as she looks at the mirror flirtatiously biting a portion of her bow-shaped moist lips. There is a subtle chime of her bangles when she lifts both her hands to grab hold of her curls and shift them in front on one side against the curvature of her breast. Looking against the side of the shoulder, the desi beauty stretches back both her hands against her arched spine as she manages to tighten her stringed backless padded blouse. Simmi is enjoying the subtle traces of a leftover salty flavor in her mouth, most of which was immediately swallowed to fulfill a week-long craving. She leans slightly forward, providing a peek of the exposed deep cleavage visible through the mirror as she holds the pallu kept against the edge of the table, draping it right after against her left shoulder fully covering her chest. Simmi is getting hold of a tissue and wiping off a layer of white sticky substance on the middle part of her black beaded thin 18K gold mangal sutra which is hooked around her neck and kept above the draped pallu. For a moment, she is thinking about the benefits of being married for more than four years to a husband with a high salaried position at a banking company and who travels a lot to other cities and a mother to two boys who are sent away to a boarding school, which provides her with ample free time she has always craved for. Being a shrewd no-nonsense desi wife, she has never been an easy catch for men who usually fail with all their tactics to impress her at parties or other places. She still remembers the time she met her husband for the first time when both families were in the process of getting them hooked up. It was a brief meeting but it made her realize the guy is only worth it when it comes to his wealth, nothing more. She grabs hold of her phone as she receives a considerable sum of money in her bank account. Simmi then turns around to smile seductively toward a middle-aged man in his late 40s standing right behind her. The chiseled jawline and rugged face with a considerable beard, a broad well-groomed chest, big muscular hairy hands which now have locked around her waist as their tongues immediately collide once again for a few minutes. She breaks the kiss right after looking towards him, “I will be waiting for the video upload today on our channel online on the adult site, finish the editing by tomorrow morning”. Walking out towards the door, the last glimpse she sees of him is that he is zipping up his trousers. While walking walk out of the premises, she hands over a tip to the watchman who is aware of these discreet weekly visits. There is a subtle exchange of flirty expressions right before she comes out of the building to sit in the cab. The moment she sits inside the cab, the driver in front mesmerized by the scent of her perfume, adjusts the back view mirror to make sure he can see the treats. Enjoying the attention being given to her, she instead flicks out her second mobile to see a few missed calls appear on the lock screen. Looking at the phone sheepishly, she decides to return the call placing her phone to the ears. Simmi: What is it? Can’t you wait for me to call back? Stop behaving like a kid, I have another meeting, I will call back when it’s over. Not able to listen on the other side of the conversation, he keeps listening to what she says. Simmi: You know what? No need to come back home from your business trip, Do one thing, just go for a honeymoon with your fucking boss. She cut the phone as speaking to herself, “Idiot”. The phone rings a couple of times but she ignored it blatantly. The driver meanwhile keeps checking the back mirror for glimpses of the sexy desi woman’s irresistible assets which now are making him impatient with his trouser being stretched with throbbing bulge growing inside. He identifies a roadblock ahead due to which he decides to take a detour through a less-traveled route through a forest. When Simmi realizes that, she immediately springs into action shouting, “Don’t act smart, no detour from here, take the main road” to which he replies, “Madam, if I go from here, you will reach fast instead of reaching after 2-3 hours due to traffic on the main road”. He stops the car for about 10 minutes and finally, a decision is made to go by what the driver thought was right. When the car takes the detour, an immediate difference can be felt as the smoothness of the highway is replaced by the bumpy semi constructed uneven road.