Mumbai local train masti tale – Part 2

This is a continuation of the story ‘Local Train Masti,’ where I was fucked by a stranger I met on the local train. In this part, I have some exciting surprises and lots more fun.

In the last story, I got fucked by an average-looking ‘daddy’ guy and found out how his wife left him for someone else. But my figure and looks were just like hers. Let’s call him Shekhar (name changed) as there will be more characters added to this story. I decided to surprise him on the next visit.

On the next Friday, we coordinated and met at Panvel station. We went to his house, and we took a bath together. After we were done, I asked him to take a seat in the living room, and I went to the bedroom and locked it. It was showtime… I opened his wife’s wardrobe and picked out a red salwar kameez (dress) and wore matching laced panties and a bra that I had bought. That week, I had shaved every inch of my body and bought a wig like her hairstyle in the photos.

I looked at myself in the mirror and got horny. My ass was looking hot, and my boobs were sexy. I went into the living room, where he was sitting. He was shocked to see me like that. ‘Surekha!’ he exclaimed (Surekha was his ex-wife’s name, apparently).  He came close and hugged me tight, as if he believed I was her. I was glad my getup did the magic.

I was about to kiss him, but I heard the sound of someone opening the front door. Before I could run or hide, the man opened the door and came in. He, too, was shocked to see ‘Surekha’ and said, “Bhabhi ji, you’re back?” It was Shekhar’s close friend, Vineet, who lives nearby and has the emergency key for the house. My heart was beating hard, and I could feel it in slow motion. Shekhar covered up, saying we were trying to make things work, and she is back for the evening.

So, they sat down to have drinks, and I went into the kitchen to get them some snacks. We all had a few drinks and talked for a while. Shekhar had a little too much and passed out on the couch. I thought it was time to wrap up. So, I picked everything up and brought it back to the kitchen to clean up. But Vineet’s plans were far from a wrap-up.

I felt someone hug me from behind. I thought it was Shekhar. But he said, “I’ve missed you, Surekha… where were you?” I realized it was Vineet, and I froze. Before I could think, he said, “Didn’t you miss me? All those nights of sweaty lovemaking, those sneaky quickies, just like this one…” He pressed my boobs from behind and licked my neck. His hard dick was pushing against my ass, and it sent shivers down my spine. My dick was getting hard; I was biting my lips, and my asshole was throbbing for a dick. I tried to resist and said in my feminine voice, “But Shekhar is outside, and he might come in.”

He laughed and said, “You and I both know Shekhar isn’t waking up before morning now.” I thought to myself, if I resist any more, he might suspect something. So, I decided to go along to keep my secret. But what was I going to do about the dick in my pants? So, I said to him that I am on my periods, and we can only do it in the ass. He thought for a sec, then agreed.

I turned around, and we locked our lips tight. Our tongues were intertwined, and his hands were pressing my boobs hard from above the dress. But that was not enough; he lifted my dress up, freed the boobs, and pinched my nipples. He proceeded to twist them and suck on them. I was just going mad, and my ass wanted that dick so bad.

So, I got down on my knees, unzipped him, and pulled his dick out. It was longer than Shekhar’s dick but less girthy. Yummm… just the kind I love… I looked up at him and started licking it, kissing the head, and sucking it. He was enjoying it; he had closed his eyes and was giving out pleasure sighs with his mouth open. I was still looking at him with his dick in my mouth. I slowly increased the depth and took it all in. He suddenly held my head and pushed it in, held it there. It went all the way into my throat. I was feeling his throbbing veins and salty precum in my throat. I couldn’t breathe and was struggling for air.

He pulled it out, and I started gasping and coughing with saliva dripping from my mouth like I was underwater for some time. He held my mouth and made me look up at him and said, “You have made me wait for so long… now it’s your turn to suffer.” And he thrust his dick back in my mouth and started skull-fucking me. I managed to get only bits of air when he was pulling his dick out for a second before putting it back in deep. I’m not complaining; I was really enjoying it. He made me his bitch and was using me like an object. At the same time, I was growing horny, and my ass was just begging for it.

So, after some time, I got up, turned around, dropped my pants, and started grinding on his dick. Vineet said, “Ohh! Now you want that dick so badly, huh?” I replied, “Yes, baby… just give it to me; I can’t wait any longer.” He spat on my hole and aligned his dick to put it in and started to slowly push it… I was moaning lightly, “Ummm… yeahhhh… uhhh… just like that…”

After he was halfway through, he put the rest of it in with one big push; I let out a scream, “Ahhhh,” but he covered my mouth. His long, skinny dick was touching places that were never touched before… I was in shock. He kept it in for some time while I stood there shivering in pain. He started fucking me again, giving long, slow strokes while rearranging my guts and whispering in my ear, “Yeah… you’re doing good… my bitch; I’ll show you paradise; just keep taking my dick like that…”

We were fucking right there in the kitchen; I was leaning against the kitchen counter, and he was fucking me from behind. He turned my head to the side and kissed me while thrusting his dick deeper and deeper into me. That went on for a while, and then I got tired. So, I made him lie on the floor, and I sat on his dick. This time, my hole was properly lubricated, and I took it all in one go. He sat up and started pressing my boobs hard while I was bouncing on his cock like a whore. Our lips locked, tongues exploring each other’s mouths. We were both moaning, taking in deep breaths whenever we could.

After some time, I felt that I was about to cum from his hard, veiny dick rubbing on my prostate (the male G-spot). My hole tightened, and I increased the pace. He could not hold it in any longer and held my butt, started moving it up and down on his cock. Both our eyes rolled back. We moaned lightly and took in deep breaths. We both had cum; he came inside my ass, and I came on his stomach. He fell back on the floor, and I fell on his chest.

In all this excitement and hardcore fucking, I completely forgot about my dick and had come on him accidentally. I couldn’t hold it in. When we recovered, and got up, he noticed cum on his stomach. He lifted my dress up to reveal my tiny cocklet. He was shocked and couldn’t say anything. I just smiled, kissed him, and told him, “You’re one of us now!”

He couldn’t recover from the shock. He got clean and dressed up without saying a word and left. I, too, cleaned myself up and the kitchen, changed into men’s clothes, and left in the morning before Shekhar woke up.

Although I was feeling guilty for cheating on him, the experience had left me wanting more. Vineet made me feel like a complete woman and not just a cross-dresser. He bought the idea that I was a real woman, and I was too pleased with myself. And I told myself that I had done that to keep our secret. With that, I decided to seduce Vineet once again.

That’s all for today. Thanks for reading till the end. If you have any feedback about the story or just want to get in touch, feel free to reach me at [email protected]

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