The XXX Sleeper – Part 4

Aamir and Monica were lying in her bed, exhausted. Aamir suddenly remembered that it was the day Raj was coming back.

But there was no reason for him to worry. So, he put that thought aside and looked at Monica.

“Monica?”

Monica looked at Aamir. “What happened to “Miss Monica”?”

“Is it still necessary? We’re not at the college right now, there’s nobody else around, and I’m just done fucking you.”

“Yeah, I was just kidding,” Monica said, turning back away from Aamir.

“Anyway, tell me something, Monica.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you have someone?”

“Aamir, we can’t become a formal couple. You’re my student.”

“Yeah, I know that. I want to know if you’re seeing someone so I can be properly careful, you know?”

“Well, there’s my boyfriend, but don’t worry, he rarely visits me here. I’ll let you know if he’s coming around.”

“Yeah, that’s reassuring.”

Aamir hugged Monica from behind and kissed her left collar area. Monica turned her face towards him.

“Aren’t you going to go back to your apartment?”

“Yeah, I better get going,” Aamir said, standing up.

Soon, he was dressed up and back on the ground floor.

Raj’s apartment was closed and in darkness, like all other ones around. Aamir slowly went to his apartment. As Aamir prepared to go to sleep, he received a call.

“Raj?”

“Check the news,” Rashid said and dropped the call.

Aamir could only guess what he was referring to. He closed his eyes and went to sleep.

The next morning, Aamir was at Raj’s house.

“Aamir, did you see the news?” Raj asked, looking at his laptop.

“No, what’s up?”

“There’s been an explosion…well, that’s what the news says. Look,” Raj said, turning his laptop towards Aamir.

It was a morning news article about an explosion that happened at a house the night before.

Aamir quickly skimmed through to see if there was anything about a pressure cooker. There was nothing, but Aamir knew better.

“Be careful, Aamir,” Raj said.

“Sure.”

Aamir left before Monica came out of her room and saw him. Aamir felt uneasy at school that day. Everyone was talking about the blast, and he couldn’t tell anyone what he knew.

That day, Monica met Aamir at college to give him a piece of bad news. The bad news was that Rahul, Monica’s boyfriend, was coming to stay at her place for some time. Aamir felt disappointed, but he didn’t show.

Another eight days passed without an incident. On the coming Friday evening, Aamir went to meet Komal. Komal was preparing the dining table for dinner. Raj was helping her.

“Aamir! Good evening my nice neighbor!” Raj welcomed Aamir with a happy greeting.

“What’s up? Is anyone visiting you two?”

“Oh yeah, Aamir, Richa, an old friend of Komal’s, is visiting her from Rajasthan.”

“Oh, must be nice… Anything I can help you guys with?”

Aamir helped Raj and Komal with decorating the apartment. Aamir stayed with Raj and Komal until almost 5 pm. He helped them prepare the apartment to welcome Richa.

“Ok, guys, I’ll get going now,” Aamir said, trying to leave Raj’s apartment.

“No, you stay,” Raj said.

“But your friend is visiting–.”

“And we’d love to introduce our good new friend, you, to our good old friend, right, Raj?” Komal interrupted Aamir.

“Yeah, why not? Come on, Aamir, you helped us all day. Stay for some dinner and new company,” Raj said with a smile.

“Ok, if you guys insist,” Aamir said, staying.

“But, I’ll go and come when she’s here?”

“Oh, she’ll be here any minute now,” Raj said.

And before long, the doorbell rang.

“It must be her,” Komal said, standing up to open the door. The two men followed.

The door was opened. Richa was standing at the door. Richa was 31 years old. She had a 4-year-old kid with her husband. But she was there alone. After the formalities between Richa and Komal, and Richa and Raj, Komal introduced Aamir to Richa.

“Richa, I’d like you to meet Aamir Chisti, our very good, helpful new neighbor. He’s a college student at nearby Ratnam college.”

“Nice to meet you, Aamir Chisti,” Richa said, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you too, Richa.”

“Looks like I found my new meat,” Aamir thought, but he didn’t say that aloud. He just smiled.

The four spent time talking and then having dinner together. In the end, Aamir greeted them accordingly and left for his apartment. However, Aamir couldn’t stop thinking about Richa. He was sleepless.

He decided to leave his apartment for a while and have some air outside. He put on his pyjama suit and left his room. When he left, he saw Richa outside of Komal’s apartment.

Richa wore a short-sleeved, long nighty with no collar area and a little deep cleavage. She was standing at the door, leaning against the wall.

“Hey, Richa.”

“Hey, Aamir. Looks like you also can’t sleep.”

“Yeah. You can’t sleep either?”

“Yeah, this place feels different,” Richa said.

Aamir approached Richa and looked into her eyes as he held her in both arms right below where the hands of her nighty ended.

“Aamir, what is it?” Richa asked, confused.

But Aamir spent no time with words. Instead, he went for the kiss.

As Aamir planted his lips against Richa’s, sliding his arms around her torso, Richa felt a familiar heat rising in her body. Soon, she closed her eyes, slid her arms over Aamir’s shoulders, and started kissing him back.

But suddenly, Richa broke the kiss.

“Wait,” Richa said. “Not here. Let’s go to your apartment.”

As soon as the two were in Aamir’s apartment, Aamir kicked the door close. Aamir hugged and pinned her against the wall as he started sharing a wild kiss with her.

“Mmm…” Richa started moaning.

Later, Aamir broke the kiss and held Richa’s chin with his right hand. He turned her face to her left. He started licking the right side of her face, her neck, and the inside of her ear, planting kisses along the way.

“Mmm… Oh god, Aamir, you’re a wild one, ahh,” Richa moaned.

Aamir pulled Richa’s nighty to both sides and pushed it off her shoulders, licking and kissing her down to her cleavage. As Richa’s nighty fell to the floor, she unhooked her bra and took it off. Aamir grabbed Richa’s boobs, making her gasp.

“Ah.”

Aamir started tasting her right boob as his right hand got busy playing with her left nipple. At the same time, his left palm slid against Richa’s body, all the way down to her right ass cheek, and grabbed it.

“Ah…mmm,” Richa moaned.

After groping Richa’s right ass cheek a few times, Aamir slid his left hand into Richa’s panty and started rubbing her clitoris. After rubbing Richa’s clitoris for a while, Aamir broke away from her and started getting undressed.

Richa also took her panty off and became completely nude.

“You know,” Richa said.

“You don’t have to be this smooth with me. I’m a married woman. I like it rough.”

“Oh yeah?” Aamir asked, grabbing her throat with his right hand and the back of her neck with his left.

“Oh, ok,” Richa started coughing, clinging onto Aamir’s right hand.

Aamir then threw Richa towards his bed. Richa knelt before the bed as her upper body hit the mattress. Now, Richa’s waist was on the footboard top rail. Aamir took a belt and knelt behind her, placing his hands on both sides of her thighs, pressing her thighs together, and started entering her pussy from behind.

Since Richa’s thighs were pressed together, she felt Aamir’s now big cock be even bigger in her vagina. Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened as she tried to cover her mouth with both hands to silence her moan.

“Mmm,” Richa moaned into her palms as Aamir started fucking her.

After entering Richa, Aamir put the belt around her thighs close to her pussy, and tightened it, pressing her thighs together.

“You’re creative, Aamir…Aah!” Richa moaned and ended up screaming. Aamir grabbed her by both sides of her hip and started fucking her hard.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah,” Richa moaned each time Aamir entered her.

While fucking Richa, Aamir reached and grabbed her by the back of her neck using his right hand and pressed her face against the mattress.

“Mmmmm,” Richa moaned into the mattress.

But as Aamir’s thrusts became harder, so did his right hand, grabbing the back of Richa’s neck harder and pressing her face harder against the mattress. Soon, Richa couldn’t breathe anymore. He started tapping Aamir’s right forearm with her right hand.

Aamir let go of Richa’s face but grabbed her throat with his left hand. Still holding the back of her neck with his right hand, started fucking her hard. Aamir turned Richa’s face towards his left side and held her in that position so that she could feel her breath continuously.

But as Aamir’s speed increased, his grip on Richa’s throat tightened, and soon, she was gasping for air.

“Oh, ok,” Richa started coughing, tapping on Aamir’s left forearm. Aamir let go of her face.

Aamir paused the fucking, and held Richa’s shoulders. He pulled her upper body into his and hugged her from behind. As Richa turned her face to her right side and started sharing a kiss with Aamir, he started feeling up her boobs.

After feeling Richa’s boobs for a while, Aamir locked her arms in position using his left arm and grabbed her jaw with his right hand. Aamir then sucked Richa’s mouth hard for some time before letting go of her arms and jaw.

He then grabbed both of her thighs right below her hip and raised her hip along the way. Richa stood up and raised her heels, and Aamir stood up and started fucking her from behind.

While fucking her, Aamir slid his palms toward Richa’s boobs and grabbed them hard from behind. He pressed her against himself, and he kept fucking her from behind.

As Aamir’s thrusts became faster, his grip on Richa’s boobs became tighter, and soon, her boobs were on fire.

Richa tried to push Aamir’s hands away from her boobs, and Aamir let go of them. He grabbed her hip from both sides and pushed her to the bed.

“Ah,” Richa gasped as she fell on Aamir’s bed. Aamir loosened his belt from around Richa’s thighs and moved her thighs away from each other a bit.

Then, Aamir laid on top of her, and as he did so, he entered her pussy from behind.

“Aah,” Richa let out a long moan as her eyes and mouth opened wide.

After entering Richa, Aamir grabbed her arms from behind and, close to her shoulders, pinned her against the mattress. He then put both his knees from the outer sides of Richa’s thighs and pressed them together, still inside her. Holding Richa in this position, Aamir started fucking her hard.

“Aah, oh my god,” Richa again moaned, her eyes and wide mouth opening. She bit her teeth tightly and made fists as Aamir kept fucking her hard from behind.

While fucking her like this, suddenly, Richa’s body arched backwards, shivering. Then, before Aamir could do anything, she came on the bed sheet. But Aamir hadn’t come yet, so he kept fucking her fast, and soon, he was about to come.

Aamir pulled his cock out of Richa, came over her ass, and lowered back. As Aamir’s juices ran down her body and towards the mattress, Richa lay on the bed, panting.

“Oh my god. I’ve had it hard before but never this hard from one man. Oh, fuck,” Richa panted.

Aamir wiped his juice off her with some tissue paper and went to bed with her. As both were very tired by now, they closed their eyes. Richa snuggled into Aamir.

To be continued.

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