Pussy-leaking-desires on a Bully Stranger – Part 2

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This story will be narrated from the standpoint of Anusha.

The next morning of our first anniversary, I woke with my husband’s sticky bare body pressed onto me. He slept snoring with his arm tightly hugging my huge bare boobs. I detached myself from him. I watch my bare, milky body reflection in the mirror.

I touch the sides of my heavy boobs and rub my nipples. Fuck No! Guilt occupied my head, thinking of our lovely anniversary day. The guilt of imagining the bully on the road while my loving husband fingered my pussy for my pleasure.

I hurry into the washroom and pour cold water, washing away the unfaithful thoughts. I was working in the kitchen with my memories, jogging at yesterday’s event. My hubby hugs me, bidding bye to the office. He kisses my ear, “Bye, baby.”

I smile and walk with him to wave bye from the balcony as he happily drives to the office. Consciously, I decided never to see the bully stranger again in my life. But I didn’t know at that moment that my subconscious dreamed and wanted to be banged by the bully stranger.

It’s been around 15 days. I was in a lingerie shop buying bras and panties with my husband. I recognized it—the sound of the loud laugh and the manly tone. My hubby, too, seems to recognize it as his facial muscles tighten and become tense. I act normal.

My husband suddenly shows a hurry and bills the lingerie with a slightly shaky hand. I self-checked myself on how I looked. I wore a normal red salwar kameez that day. The moment I stepped outside, my stubborn eyes craved to see the bully man.

It was a small tea stall. To my husband’s happiness and my heartache, the bully stranger stood with his back to us, talking with two people. I secretly started wishing for the bully stranger to notice me. He was loud, and his tone was very manly.

My husband had to take a U-turn. I knew our bike would go in the field of vision of the bully man. But to my surprise, my hubby drives straight, taking a long route. Fuck I felt too restless as my hubby drove the bike away from the bully stranger.

Around 200m from the shop losing my self-conscious, I lied to my husband that I had left my mobile in the shop. But it was safely tucked and hidden inside the bag of lingerie. My hubby angrily turned his bike to the shop. I knew he couldn’t express his fear of returning to the store.

I made him wait near the bike. I took slow steps all the way, staring at the bully stranger, praying for him to turn around. Like an invisible force, he turns around and notices me. There was a quick eye contact. He smiles. Fuck! A lusty smile. I rush into the store and return quickly to be seated on my hubby’s bike.

I was thrilled by making the bully stranger ogle me continuously as our bike drove away. After a week, I faced the bully stranger in a vegetable stall. Unfortunately, the bully man was with his wife, and I was with my husband. My hubby escaped making direct eye contact with this man.

He was scared to shit. My hubby rushed me again to buy things faster. I never believed it happened, and I did that. Secretive messages were flowing between me and the bully man. For example, I signalled ‘No’ and looked at my husband. Indicating to the stranger, ‘Do not scare and bully my husband.’

His smile is very destructive. He sneaks a piece of paper into my vegetable basket with his number. I quickly hid the piece of paper before my husband or his wife got any clue. On returning home, I saved his number with a girl’s name and quickly looked for his profile picture.

There was none since he had not saved my number. All night, I controlled from texting/calling the bully a stranger. The next day, when my husband left for work, and father-in-law went to roam around with his friends. I lost control and rang his number.

My hands were shaking nervously. “Hello,” No words came out of my mouth, and I disconnected the call. The next was he had shared a location on WhatsApp with a text, ‘Tonight at 11 PM.’ I checked the location it was three streets away from my place.

I immediately blocked his number. I scolded myself for starting a conversation and trying to get fucked by him. How could he give his house address when his wife would be around? What does he think of me?

Guys beg and go wild for a small text from a woman. But here he was, daringly sending the location and time. I blocked him on WhatsApp, but he sent a text message. ‘If you are not coming today, it’s over. I will never see you again. I will never fuck you.’

My nipples hardened by reading his text. My body shivered, and I got frightened. How can he imagine things? I was disturbed not by his daring message but by thinking, ‘Will he not see me again? Will he not fuck me?’ Fuck! Why the hell should he fuck me?

“Today is your last chance,” was the last message. Consciously, I knew I would not be going. But unconsciously, I was preparing myself to go and get fucked. I did the following things unconsciously.

In the evening, I walk to the said location. I noticed it was a duplex home with a roof, garden and stairs at the front. I observe the white bullet. I bathed late in the evening with a head bath. I searched for a nicer salwar kameez. I wore the new lingerie my hubby bought the day I saw the bully for the second time.

My bra cups pushed my boobs firm and round. My pussy had slight poking hair growth. The unconscious took over the conscious as I stepped outside with no dupatta to get banged by a man who bullied my loving husband in public. The time was half past twelve.

Before stepping out of my home, I unblocked the bully stranger and rang his number. On the last ring, he answers and orders, “Come soon, I am waiting,” How could he know I would go? I was very scared and thrilled at the same time. My pussy lips were joyous eager to be fucked by the stranger.

I took slow, measured steps into his street. The front gate of his house was open. My eyes climb up all the way and notice the rugged man in his banyan watching me down from the rooftop garden. He shakes his head, signalling me to climb the stairs to the roof.

In the cold of the night, my body shivered. My forehead, body, and underarms were wet with sweat. I had kept the anklet at the house to avoid its sound. I climbed the stairs to reach the garden, which had a roof and a big swing chair for sitting.

The moment I stepped on the roof, the rough hands grabbed my elbow and pulled me into him. “How long have I been waiting for you? Fuck, how hot you are.” Without wasting time, his lips were all over my face. His lips flooded with kisses on my forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, and all around my face.

I was breathless. Ignoring my lips, his lips were all over my face. I let out a moan of pleasure when his lips caught my ear, especially the part where we pin the earrings. Both hands were over my hefty boobs over the salwar kameez. His hands were massaging my huge boobs with slow presses.

He pushed me to one of the poles of the garden and grabbed my chin, moving his hands, which were massaging my boobs. Lifting my face, he hushes, “Look at me. I was dreaming to fuck you from that day.” I couldn’t dare to look him in the eye. I kept my eyes tightly shut.

He locks his lips and sucks my lips. I did not respond to his kiss as he tried to push his tongue into my mouth. He moved one of his hands from my chin. I placed it over my pussy, and started to rub my pussy over the pants. My lips still did not respond to his wild kiss.

He pulls the knot off my pants and inserts his hand into my pants. His rough fingers reached inside of my panty to the pussy. The moment his fingers rub my pussy lips, I get wilder and respond by sucking his lips and taking his tongue and sucking his tongue.

His slow massage of my pussy lips turns rasher. He rubbed my pussy wildly and pushed his finger inside my pussy. First, one finger, then two fingers, and he started twisting his fingers inside my pussy. I broke the kiss to let out the moan.

He shut my mouth with his other hand, “Shhhhh,” He pulled my pants along with my panty low. He signalled again, “Shhhhhh, control,” he swung, positioning me into a doggy position with my hands resting on the railings of the rooftop garden.

He widened my thighs wide apart and spanked my white ass cheek hard. He continued to rub my drenched pussy rigorously and pushed three fingers into my pussy. I breathed hard, and my pussy orgasms for the first time. He did not stop. His fingers continued to fuck me, with my juices drenching his hands.

Rubbing his huge nervy cock from his lungi. Pulling my hair, he pushes his cock raw with no condoms. Damn, my pussy never took such a huge cock before. His dick was thicker and longer than my hubby’s. I let out, “Ahh.” He shushed me again.

With my pony hair tightly in his grasp, he continued to bang me with huge thrusts. His thrusts were hard and quick. My pussy leaked for the second time in no time. Grabbing the cup of the ass cheek, he pushes again, “What an ass, Oh baby,”

He quickly turned me around. He made me remove my kameez. He grabbed my boobs, “Damn, they are so raw and yummy,” he mouths and sucks my boobs like a baby. This was his third bang when he took me on top of him and squeezed my boobs hard and painful.

He sucked my boobs and nipples thoroughly. As he had commented, he did bang me wild like never before. Like my hubby never would be, and until my pussy was sore with pain. The moment his dick loses girth, he would push me to suck, and his cock would grow in size for the next round.

Did he take any tablets? He fucked me till 2 in the morning. My boobs had his hand marks. My neck had his love bites. My ass was red from the marks of his spanks. My mouth still tastes his cock and lips. It was really a big mistake, a devastating mistake.

But because of the pleasure he gave me, I accepted the mistake and was happy to have done it. I never met that man afterwards. Even though I came face to face with him many times, I controlled him, and he never forced me afterwards.

Did he read me so well that he knew I would return to him one day?

The story ends here. Thank you, all ISS readers.