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Hello ISS readers, I am back with the second part of ‘Isha’s Sexy Challenge for Farheen’. Thanks to all my readers for liking the first part so much. If you have not read the first part yet, please read it. Without much ado, let’s dive into Farheen’s mind to read her sexual experience.
After the call with Isha, I quickly made up a plan to seduce Anil and get fucked by him. Anil was medium height and his face was oval with a clean shave always. Overall he looked handsome. I came into the hall, calling, “Anil, Anil…”
“What do you need, Farheen?” Anil came out of his room. I looked at him uncomfortably. Of course, it was just action. “I want to ask you something. Don’t know how to as Isha is not here.”
“You can ask me anything,” he said encouragingly. “If Isha is your friend, I am also your friend.”
“Thanks. Since this is a girly thing, I am a bit embarrassed,” I said, putting my best effort to look authentic. “By mistake, I brought only one bra from Vijayawada. Can I borrow one of Isha’s bra?”
He looked shocked for a moment. He could never have imagined that I would ask for a bra! Anyone can imagine a man’s feelings when a beautiful woman asks him for a bra. Anil came out of his shock soon. “Of course, you can,” he said.
“Thanks. But check with Isha if it’s okay if I wear her bra.”
“Come on she will never say no to you. You don’t know how much she keeps talking about you.”
Anil invited me into the bedroom, opened a cupboard door and showed me Isha’s bras. The bitch had a huge collection of bras. I quickly went through them, remarking playfully, “Your wife had a good collection. It means you are taking good care of her.” He smiled shyly.
I said, “These are B cups, mine is a large one with D size.” No response from him. And I cannot see his feelings as he was standing behind me. At last, I picked up a blue bra and turned to him. “It seems a bit bigger than all. Can I try this?”
“Of course, you can.” Anil went out for me to try. I removed my T-shirt and wore a bra and then the T-shirt again. The bra was so tight I felt my melons will tear the clothe into pieces. However, I came out of the room to show it to Anil. Again he did not expect me to come out to show him.
“This bra is so tight. Your wife has no bra for my sizes.”
Hearing my words, Anil looked sheepishly at my chest. I went inside the room and came back again, this time without a bra. Anil again looked at my boobs, which were freely flowing now inside the t-shirt.
“I have to adjust without a bra. Do you mind?” I asked Anil. He shook his head in confusion. I laughed loudly. “Why are you laughing?” he asked.
“I am laughing at your predicament. What would a man say when a woman asks him if she can go braless?”
This time he too laughed. “You are a brave woman. No woman talks about bras so openly.”
“Of course, I am not a prudish girl. For now, you can enjoy these braless moments of your wife’s best friend in your wife’s absence,” I giggled. Anil was now slowly opening up with me. “Braless moments of the most beautiful woman.”
“Hahaha…if I am the most beautiful, what about your wife?”
“Wife is incomparable for any man. When it comes to other men’s wife, you are the most beautiful woman for me.”
“You are flirty now.” Then I asked him suddenly, “I want to see a movie. Where is your TV.” I looked around the hall.
“We fixed it in the bedroom as we can easily watch movies while laying.”
“That’s too bad. You guys are not at all sensitive to your guests,” I scolded him playfully.
“My bedroom is always yours,” he said. I could not miss the double meaning in his words. He invited me back into his bedroom and I walked in, giggling my free boobs. He asked me to sit on the bed and said, “What do you want to see?” A big 45-inch TV was fixed on the wall opposite the bed.
“I want to see Game of Thrones,” I said. He looked at me uncomfortably. “It has a lot of sex scenes.”
“No problem. We are married and did it already, right?” I looked at him boldly. “So, play the new episode, which I am eager to see.”
Since it was a smart TV, he went to the app and played the new episode. We both settled on the bed. Even though I was bold outside, I was feeling shy inside. I had never sat on another man’s bed without my bra, that too watching a sex-filled show.
“You are a brave woman,” Anil remarked after a few minutes.
“This is the second time you are saying this,” I said.
“Yes, but I never thought I will sit on this bed with you watching GOT, which has sex scenes every ten minutes.”
I understand his thoughts were also running like mine on the same line. I decided to give him more shock. “Really! Have you watched this episode, Anil?”
“No.”
“Then let’s do a bet. If this episode does not get a sex scene in the next 10 minutes, I will show you my boobs nude.”
He looked at me surprised. “Really?” I nodded.
“If there is a sex scene?” he asked.
“No boobs feast for you.”
The bet began as I put a stopwatch for 10 minutes. He started praying that there should not be a sex scene on TV. 5 minutes passed successfully without a scene. Some drama was unfolding on the show. Now Anil started looking at my boobs intermittently in expectation.
I laughed shaking my boobs wildly. I was already showing ample cleavage from my t-shirt. 6 minutes passed. But on the 7th minute, a sex scene started. A woman opened her upper garment getting ready for a fuck. Anil cursed the lady. I laughed. “Anil, you got those TV boobs instead of these.”
I put my chest forward and giggled my pair of melons. He went mad seeing their wild movement from side to side.
“Do you know what?” I said. “I already saw this episode and know that there is a sex scene in the middle.”
“You cheater!” With that, he grabbed my hand and pulled me close to him. “Shouldn’t you get punished for cheating me?”
“What punishment?”
“I will show you.”
The next moment, he grabbed my other hand also. Then his hand went directly inside my t-shirt, grabbing my left boob. He pressed my nude flesh roughly. I moaned. “That’s unfair,” I said.
Without answering me, he continued the assault moving to the other boob. He made my nipples ache. In a flash of a second, he pulled my delicate t-shirt up to my shoulders, exposing my milky white boobs. His eyes shone looking at the big round melons.
As my right hand slipped out of his grip, I tried to cover those massive things with my hands but I know I cannot cover them. Anil pulled me closer and started licking the boobs. First the left one, then the right one. His one hand was kneading the one while his mouth was licking the other.
He pounced on me like a hungry tiger. My white boobs started becoming red with his bites. For a moment I remembered that I should play this game with my own rules, not by someone’s rules. I at once pushed Anil away. He looked at me flabbergasted. “What happened?”
“You want to fuck me?” I asked.
“Yes, I never fucked a Muslim girl.”
I smiled at his words. “Then you should do whatever I ask you to do. You should obey my every order like a slave.”
“Yes, I will.”
“Then come and fuck me.”
He pulled my leg with brute force and the next moment I was in his hands. He kissed deeply on my lips and his hand traveled fast to my crotch. I know he was going to use me a like a bitch and I was ready to let him.
Friends, I hope you enjoyed the second part. In the next part, you will know how Anil fucked Farheen in detail and Farheen’s conditions to Anil and more twists. I love to hear your feedback. Mail me at
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