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Hi readers. I’m Sarfaraz Khan back after a long time. About me I don’t need to give much intro, I’m a 23-year guy from a South Indian city. I believe in sex from various walks of life. Sex should never be forced or imposed.
Those who haven’t read are requested to read them and enjoy me fucking various types of women from all walks of life. So coming straight to this incident about the sweeper lady.
Sunday morning, I’m alone lazily curling in my bed. I felt hungry as it was already around 8 AM. I then remembered I need to make everything myself as my parents had left me alone to go somewhere. I wanted to curl on to the bed a little longer but woke up.
As I sat stretching myself in a yawn, my eyes fell on one thing outside my window. It was the daily sweeper lady doing her chores. Actually, I never gave a second thought or look at her ever, or maybe she was a newcomer. I had no idea why, but she looked extremely sexy.
Her age must be around 30 years, typical married lady, but she looked more like a housewife. She had worn an apron/coat over her saree while sweeping. But with open upper buttons, I could very well make out the shape of her bust. I think she had got dressed somewhat special that day.
Then I remembered it was a festival. She was in a red saree contrasting her fair to brownish Indian tone and matching blouse, jasmine flowers in her hair. Her ass looked heavenly. My early morning boner was poking my pajamas as if trying to enter her ass from behind.
I wanted her in my bed badly. But again, it’s not a genie’s lamp. I had an eye on her and quickly brushed my teeth and changed my clothes, and opened my main door. Now I could see her more closely. I stood over my house’s compound wall and was ogling her in the excuse of trying calling someone from my phone.
After the ‘call,’ I just glanced at her, and she too looked at me. I gave a smile, I had to pick a conversation with her. She, too, thankfully returned my smile. At that time, she looked beautiful to me. I asked her normal ‘blah blah’ things about work, city, and family, etc.
I came to know she was from another city and stayed here in a rented room for work with a group of 4-5 women. So one thing was clear, even if we get intimate, there was no question of getting caught by her husband. I took further steps. After some time, she was done with sweeping the entire gully.
I saw her and asked if she wanted water and something to eat. She was reluctant. But I convinced her to come inside and have something. I brought a glass of water and asked her to wait in the veranda until I get something to eat. I quickly made 2 big Maggi and put them in two plates.
She had removed her coat now, and her saree was perfectly taking the shape of her body. I was having difficulty controlling my boner. She was again shy and reluctant to take food. I told her its ok, and she started eating with me. She said to me, “Thank you, Saheb, for the food.”
I told it was ok and you do so much hard work for us etc. She began getting open now. She too asked about my work, parents, etc. Now I began questioning her personal life. She had a sad story, as usual. Her husband was a drunkard and wife beater.
For the last 3 years, he was staying in a different city, citing a new job. But she came to know he was married to another lady. She made a sad face. I consoled her, scolding her husband. I asked about her remarriage plans. She looked down shyly.
“Are sahab marriage again at this age? No plans for it. Right now, I wanted to be financially strong and self-dependent, and later all that if age permits.”
I told her, “What do you mean at this age? People are getting married in their 40s and 50s. And don’t worry, you’ll easily get a husband for your beauty.” While saying this, I gave a deep knowing stare at her cleavage area.
She looked shy and smiled. She said, “Kya sahab aap bhi! Ab chalti hu.” (What Sir! Now I’ll leave) I said to stay some more time to give me company. She offered to clean the dishes as I was alone. I agreed and followed her to the kitchen. I went slowly and stood behind her inhaling the aroma of jasmine.
She was unaware of my presence and continued working jiggling her ass. Suddenly after washing, she turned around and almost crashed into me. I now held her tightly by her shoulders. “Sir, what are you doing? Leave me.” I was in no mood to listen. I held her and began moving my lips to kiss.
She was just orally telling me to stop but not resisting one bit. I came closer and closer until my mouth found hers. I began kissing madly while caressing her whole ass and upper back. Now her resistance completely melted because she too was dry for long.
Now I began uncovering her dreamy bust and pulled down her pallu in one go. My gosh! What a treasure she was hiding. I began removing her rest of her saree. When completely undone, she was looking like a fictional character Savita Bhabi, a pure womanly body.
I couldn’t control and lifted her to my bedroom and threw it into my bed. She was looking extremely slutty, ready to be banged. I began undressing, and my cock was pointing the ceiling in full strength. Her eyes were not moving from my cock, which looked like a dangling dagger ready to be pierced inside her.
I unhooked her tight blouse freeing her pigeons. Her two breasts looked like two milky domes of a palace. I began devouring every inch of them. She was in full mood now. She began slithering like a snake. I kneaded them well and bit on her areolae, which looked so mature almost 2-3 inches wide.
She was breathing with her mouth open now in extreme pleasure. I came up her face and, without warning, put my whole 7.5 inches circumcised dick up to her throat. She was choking yet wanted to suck my lolly badly. She was doing wonderfully, taking my whole length up to the base inside.
Rarely I’ve seen a woman taking so deep. I stopped just short of cumming. I wanted it in the right place. I pulled up her saree and lehenga into a bunch and pulled down her black panty. Her pussy smell was already strong. I put her fleshy thighs on my shoulders and began penetrating my circumcised pink monster into her.
I reached up to her pussy hilt and stopped for a while. “Aah,” I heard her moan. She was waiting for the next. I pulled half of it and again entered with a little force. She moaned. I began moving faster and faster now till I was fucking her like a bitch.
She was letting out all sorts of moans and abuses while I began hitting her mercilessly. Her anklets clanked with every stroke, and her jasmine flower bunch was beginning to pluck off one flower a time. She was shouting in extreme ecstasy to increase the speed.
I began moving like thunder now making ‘thap thap thap’ clapping noises of our thighs hitting each other. Soon I was near orgasm. She told me she was nonfertile and I could cum inside. That was a treat for me as I love filling my seed into women’s womb.
I held her waist tightly and spurted hot lava inside her warm pussy. Both of us were drenched in sweat and panting. It was an extraordinary session, I lost track of time. After a while we did it in doggy, it was hotter as her ass was bigger than a milf pornstar. Her pussy was smelling like fish now.
After some time, she dressed up and began leaving. I gave her 2000 rupees as a gift for the festival. She was so happy. She promised she’d be there whenever I needed it.
So girl and guys, how was the story? Hope you enjoyed stroking your dicks and fingering your vaginas. Do mail me what to think about the story. Any girl interested in sharing or asking anything about sex is welcome. Goodbye till next time.
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