Stray Dogs got me my Bengali Neighbour

Greetings to all readers of Indian sex stories. Once again, Barney, this side from Gurgaon. I’ve had a lot of great feedback from readers for my story, ‘Divorcee’s pussy found during official tour.’ I appreciate the support and encouragement from readers. It encourages me to share the sexual encounter.

The Saturday market was busy and fun. People carried hot coffee, yummy treats, and full shopping bags. They walked around all the different booths. Everyone talked and the sellers shouted about their things to buy. The air smelled amazing, like spices. It was a lively market!

The crazy city market was buzzing all around me, but then I saw her. Right there, next to me at the same food stall, stood this one woman who seemed perfectly calm. It was like the nutty smell of coffee, warm and friendly, only surrounded her instead of the whole crowd.

She got her coffee and a smile like sunshine peeking through clouds lit up her face. Then, she started walking, her long hair flowing with every step. It was like a silent wave calling me to follow. I couldn’t help myself. I was totally hooked, just watching her sway and move.

Drawn to her like a moth to a flame, I managed to keep my cool as we chatted with vendors. When we moved on, however, she was already gone. Rounding the corner near our society gate, I spotted a girl amidst barking dogs.

She glanced up and then hurried in the opposite direction, the same way I was coming from. As she neared the side of the street, a jolt of recognition struck – it was the same girl! Her gaze met mine, and a flicker of tension crossed her face. The pack of stray dogs blocking her path seemed to fuel her confusion, momentarily stiffening her with fear.

We reached the end of the street, and a pack of stray dogs eyed us from the shadows. Uneasy, I glanced around, pretending to search for something. She stood beside me, a comfortable arm’s length away. Taking a deep breath, I decided to break the ice.

“Are you scared of dogs?” I blurted out, surprised by my boldness. A flicker of movement crossed her eyes, a subtle twitch of the eyelids maybe. Then, as if on cue, the dogs slunk away. With a sudden burst of energy, she darted past me, a flash of movement that reminded me of a comic book character.

That’s when I learned she lived just three houses down from me. Friday arrived, and the usual office routine began. Around noon, hunger pangs sent a wave through my colleagues and me. We ventured out for lunch, the familiar sights and smells of the nearby food stalls greeting us.

As I walked with my tray towards the shaded area, a fleeting glimpse caught my eye. A girl with flowing hair was browsing another vendor’s wares. A moment later, she turned to chat with her friends. Our eyes met for a brief second. A spark of recognition flickered within me.

Wasn’t she the same girl I’d encountered on the street just two nights ago? The memory solidified as she looked my way again, holding my gaze for a fleeting moment. A genuine smile played on her lips. Twice this happened, a silent exchange that sent a curious flutter in my chest.

Intrigued, I lingered a beat longer, hoping to catch her eye again. But the opportunity slipped away, and with a lingering curiosity, I returned to the office building. The encounter left a puzzling question hanging in the air: was this a mere coincidence or a chance reconnection waiting to unfold?

The night deepened, the clock striking nine as I finished a conversation with a friend. Drawn by a familiar routine, I headed towards the market for my usual coffee fix. What greeted me there, however, was pure coincidence. There she was, standing amidst the vibrant stalls.

Our eyes met, and a smile bloomed on her face. “Thank you for that night,” she said, her voice warm. “No problem at all,” I replied, returning the gesture. “Anyone would have done the same.” She introduced herself. Her name was Shaifali. She was from Kolkata.

To be precise, Shaifali was about 5’4 in height, her complexion was wheatish with glowing skin. She was slim with pointed and tight boobs, and the best part was her bubble butt. My god, what a sight. And I am a person who loves ass beyond anything.

Conversation flowed easily, catching up on work and the ever-present office drama. As we strolled back towards our apartments, she pulled out her phone, fiddling with Snapchat.

“Do you use Snapchat?” she inquired.

I chuckled. “Not much, really. To check snaps from friends.”

“Well,” she continued, “you helped me out, and we are practically neighbours! We could be friends, especially since we work on the same street.” A playful glint entered my eyes. “Just friends?” I teased with a wink.

She raised an eyebrow, a playful smile dancing on her lips. “Just friends,” she said, extending her phone. “Give me your snap then.” A quick exchange of usernames, a wave goodbye, and the night concluded with a spark hanging in the air.

The next morning, I packed my bags for a quick trip home. Working remotely for the next three weeks meant I could attend a family function without a long commute. Back in the familiar space, I sent a snap to my friends, including her.

A few minutes ticked by, then the familiar “opened” notification popped up, followed by an intriguing emoji and..silence. That’s when the conversation really began. For a week, we’d been engaged in casual conversation. It was the usual back-and-forth, getting to know each other.

Then, one day, something unexpected happened. Her Snapchat story popped up, and there she was: a photo of her in gym tights, confidently flexing her curvy ass. My curiosity got the better of me, and I opened it instantly. But just as quickly, the image vanished. It was gone before I could even react.

Intrigued, I sent a playful response – a devil emoji paired with a delicious one. Her reaction? A side-eye emoji. It was a playful challenge, a hint of mystery that piqued my interest even further.

From that day on, the dynamic shifted. Snaps started flowing more frequently, but instead of conversations, they were all pictures – selfies of her. With each one, I felt compelled to compliment her. Was it the playful banter or the undeniable confidence radiating from the photos? Maybe a bit of both.

Our conversation turned into flirting, and then we were openly talking about intimacy, fantasies and kinks etc., day by day, we were getting more horny and in the third week, we started sexting playfully.

Friday evening of the third week found myself pulling into Gurgaon. I stepped out of the cab, fumbling with my payment. Suddenly, a voice cut through the city noise. “There you are!” I swivelled my head, and there stood Shaifali.

A wide grin stretched across her face, hinting at excitement. Yet, a subtle glint in her eyes sparked a curiosity within me. It was as if she harboured a secret plan, a hidden agenda waiting to unfold.

As we stood chatting on the sidewalk in front of my rental, she surprised me with a spontaneous invitation. “House party this Saturday!” she announced, “My friends will be there too.” Thrilled at the prospect of an evening out, I readily agreed to join.

The Saturday night was filled with excitement as the house party at my neighbour’s place was in full swing. I could hear the music and laughter from my own house, tempting me to join in on the fun. As I made my way over, I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of nerves in my stomach.

As I entered the party, I was greeted by the sight of my stunning neighbour, Shaifali, surrounded by her friends. Her radiant smile and the way her eyes sparkled as she laughed made my heart skip a beat.

I couldn’t resist stealing glances at her throughout the evening, admiring the way her dress hugged her curves and flowed with her every movement. The drinks flowed freely. Soon, we found ourselves playing a lively game of truth or dare and Beer Pong.

As the night progressed, the dares became bolder and more intimate. When it was my turn, I chose a Truth in which She asked me about my sexual encounter. I confessed to her, a little bluntly perhaps, that I write erotic stories.

I even told her about some particularly thrilling experiences I’d woven into them and that I’d even published them online.

“No way!” Shaifali exclaimed, disbelief colouring her voice. “I don’t believe you!”

With a confident grin, I offered proof. “See for yourself,” I said, pulling up the story site and the specific post.

Shaifali scanned the screen, a playful smirk replacing her initial shock. “Wow,” she finally said, “I never knew you had such a wild side! But wait..” she added, tapping her finger on my arm playfully.

After grabbing some drinks, I launched into a game of beer pong. With her friends around us, the party atmosphere was contagious. Fifteen minutes later, she reappeared, a hint of sweat on her neck, but her smile still radiant.

Her eyes raked over me as she approached, a slow, deliberate scan that sent a shiver down my spine. Pausing behind me, she leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear.

In a voice husky with desire, she murmured, “I’ve read those stories, and let’s just say they’ve left me wanting more, and I want it tonight and bite my ear.”

She sashayed back, a subtle flick of her hair drawing my attention. As she turned, I glimpsed a tattoo that sparked my curiosity even further. Her friends, their laughter tinged with a hint of euphoria, seemed blissfully unaware. Unable to resist the pull, I trailed behind her, a silent shadow in the throng.

I nodded eagerly, my heart pounding in anticipation. She led me to a secluded corner of the room. She lifted her hair to reveal an intricate design that trailed down her spine and disappeared into the waistband of her skirt.

As I entered the room, her tattoo and figure took my breath away. Unhurried, I closed the door behind me, feeling a surge of excitement like a wolf stalking its prey. I rushed towards her, held her by the neck, and pushed her against the wall. She stood with her back to the wall.

Wasting no time, we opened our mouths wide and started kissing passionately. We kissed deep and sloppy, digging our tongues into each other’s mouths. She held my hair, started playing with it, and kissed me harder. She kept her hands on my shoulders, and I pulled her closer to her waist.

I was feeling the amazing soft waistline. I was rubbing her curves. She was getting more and more turned on by the rubbing and massaging of her waistline. I hugged her from behind and started kissing her neck as my hands held her belly and played with her navel.

She took my hand and placed it on one of her boobs. It was one amazing experience to feel that melon. It felt really soft but tight. But she had her top on. Hence, I was pressing over the mounds. I was tightly hugging her and kissing her neck from behind.

She then turned and took off her top. She had worn the most beautiful lingerie I had ever seen. Black and turquoise, netted right around her nipples, exposing the brownish pink erect nipples. Those boobs were clearly seen. White round melons with pinkish brown nipples protruding through the cloth.

I threw her onto the bed and took off my shirt, too. Soon, I pounced on her and started kissing her cheeks and licking her earlobes. Then, I bit on the earlobes gently and kept on kissing. I had my hands rub her shoulders and feel up the chest region as I kept on kissing.

This got her moaning really hard, and she was getting excited a lot. I finally got back and took her lingerie. Those boobs came out like free birds. Swaying white round in front of my eyes, I saw a bit of sweat in the cleavage despite the AC. And really hard erect nipples.

I was highly turned on just at the sight. I quickly held her chest tight and placed my mouth right into her cleavage. Then, I started licking the cleavage and sucking over there. I kept on doing this as I was hearing her moans with each kiss and suck in the valley.

I then started pressing the sides of her boobs and feeling the mounds. They swayed with each of my touches. I was avoiding the nipples and teasing her by kissing the sides of the boobs and lightly patting them. She was too excited and said, “Don’t make me beg. Please take my nipples.”

I cupped her firm breasts in my palms and started squishing as hard as possible. She began to moan as I started squeezing. I squeezed pinched those boobs roughly for a while and turned them red. As per our previous conversation, she fantasized about it rough. Her earlier boyfriend was a too-simple type.

Afterwards, She climbed on me, removed my belt and jeans and felt my cock from above my boxers. She had dark red lipstick applied on her lips with which she started kissing my neck, and chest. She had coloured my upper body red. Finally, she came ahead to kiss me. It was so passionate.

While doing all this, she kept holding and pressing my hard cock. I turned her over, got on top of her and started sucking her ear lobes, and she was letting out slow and seductive moans. She removed my boxers, saw my dick, and I could see the thirst in her eyes.

She spat on my dick and started stroking it. She took my erect cock in her mouth and started giving me a blowjob. It was so intense and full of pleasure that I lay down. I closed my eyes, clenched my fist against the bed sheet and let out a huge moan.

She started at a slow pace. But with every passing minute, her pace was increasing, and so was my urge to cum. I didn’t want to cum so early, so I told her to stop and suck my balls, which she did. She had untied her hair and was looking absolutely stunning.

I placed both hands on her back and rolled her on the bed just like a dice. I removed her panties, and I was bowled over. She had hair on her pussy and had shaved it in such a manner that only the part between her abdomen and clit had hair, and her clitoral area was clean.

I started by rubbing her clit and sucking on her pussy hair. It was an amazing new experience. I was kissing her inner thigh, and she was letting out moans. I inserted my finger into her pussy and started licking Shaifali’s clitoris. She started moaning loudly.

Her hand had already started to push my head inside her pussy. Her one hand was pulling and rubbing her pussy hair. I inserted three fingers in her pussy, and she screamed. She pulled me over and kissed me so hard that I literally was running short of breath. She sucked my ear, and I was on cloud 9.

I went back down and dug my tongue into her pussy, and started sucking it hard. She tasted very nice. Soon after some time, she squirted. She was the second woman who squirted while I was sucking pussy. I drank and licked all her juice.

She was lying down with her eyes closed and a small smile on her face. I was going to reach for a condom in my jeans. But I found that I hadn’t brought it along.

Me – Hey, Shaifali. I got no condom.

She – I have planned this since I knew you were dumb.

She winked and walked to the drawer. Then, she took out a single condom packet and got it out. “See what your baby girl has got, Daddy.” She sat on her knees and was playing with the head by licking it and choking on it. After sucking it for a while, she placed the condom on my dick and rolled it.

I held her hair, lifted her, and threw her on the bed. I put a pillow under that uplifted her body then I positioned myself between her legs. I started rubbing my cock up and down her pussy, spreading her lips but not entering her. I then poked her clit with my cock. She kept moaning as I was teasing her.

She then grabbed my cock and placed it at the entrance of her love hole. I gently pushed myself into her. I could feel the muscles of her hot pussy pulling me in as I went deeper into her.

The feeling of being inside the Bengali girl’s tight pussy was heavenly. She was abusing me and asking to fuck her harder.

Shaifali: Asshole, don’t slow down, fuck me harder, please. Just keep fucking like this.

Me: Yes, baby, I’ll fuck you as hard as you want.

Shaifali: Oh my God, it feels so good. Keep doing it.

I slapped her breast and flicked her nipples.

Shaifali: Ahh. Do that again. I love it.

I stopped and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

Shaifali: Why did you stop, idiot? What are you doing?

Me: You wanted it harder, right? So I’m going to fuck you harder.

Saying that I lifted her legs, placed them on my shoulder, entered her pussy and started to fuck her. She was thoroughly enjoying it. I then pressed her legs together to make her pussy even tighter.

Shaifali: Ah, I love it, baby. I want it deeper in me.

Hearing that, I made her fold her legs and pushed knees back, giving me better access to her pussy. I then pushed my dick into her and started ramming the Bengali girl’s pussy.

Shaifali: Yes, baby, I love that. Just like that. Deep in me.

She kept moaning loudly and asking for more.

Me: Let’s do it in the doggy style.

Shaifali: OK, let’s do that.

Me: Then become my bitch and bend over.

Shaifali: Yes, Daddy, I am your bitch!

Saying that, she went down on all four, lowered her chest and lifted her ass, showing her perfect shape.

With one hand, I held her waist, and with the other hand, I pushed my cock into her wet pussy and started to bang her. I thrust my cock all the way into her and started moving in and out of her. I then held her hair and rolled it in my hands and made her arch backwards, and started fucking again.

Shaifali: Daddy, It feels so good. Keep fucking me like that.

Me: You like it, huh bitch?

Shaifali: Yes, Daddy, I love how your cock feels inside me.

Me: Moan louder for me, baby

Shaifali: Ah, yes, Daddy. I am all yours. Fuck me harder.

She came on my dick, and her juices sprayed out of the pussy. She lay there, moving with my strokes on the floor, tired after the orgasm. I increased the pace, and the thumping sound of our bodies filled the room. Soon, I came in the condom and took my dick out.

I then took out the gag and made her lick my dick clean. She was very tired and happy. We lay alongside, talked a lot and then cleaned up each other. We then went to sleep. We slept naked this time.

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