Anu's Merging: A Harmonized Combination
It's me, Annupama - a forty-four-year-old professional woman. I got married at the age of 23. Even though it's been twenty years of marriage, I'm not happy at all. My husband drinks a lot and rages at me. To make matters worse, we sleep in different rooms, and there hasn't been any physical intimacy for ages.
I have a daughter, who's studying engineering in Bangalore right now. Once she left, I was completely alone. My job keeps me busy during the day, but that doesn't take away the emptiness I feel. Then, one day, I met Deep at an office conference. This was a godsend – a refreshing change in my life.
We used to be lovers in college. Due to a huge misunderstanding, our relationship fell apart after college. Later, I realized it was a big mistake and have regretted it ever since. But with Deep, I was one step closer to undoing that mistake. We could finally talk and share our feelings.
One day, Deep asked me to come and meet him. He lived by himself in a rented flat in Kolkata due to his job, and the surrounding flats were mostly empty. Even though I really wanted to be close to him, I didn't have the courage to take that step.
I'm a shy, conservative individual. However, one day, I had this huge fight with my husband. It was way beyond my tolerance, so I left a note and boldly decided to go to Kolkata to meet my old lover. I was not sure what I was doing or why, but I just knew I had to see Deep again.
I took a train and reached Kolkata. On the way, I called Deep and told him everything.
As I reached the platform, I saw Deep standing there. Seeing him after so many years felt like a dream – I never thought I'd ever meet him again in this lifetime. I had so much I wanted to tell him, so much I wanted to share. We both got into a cab and headed to his flat.
On reaching his flat on the 38th floor in Jadavpur, I saw that it was a beautifully decorated place. From the balcony, I could almost see every part of Kolkata. It looked breathtaking. Deep had already taken a leave from work and decided to cook lunch for both of us. I was incredibly tired and hungry, so I decided to take a shower.
The sarong I was wearing was grimy from the long train journey, so I didn't even think about wearing it. Deep just gave me one of his shirts and a loincloth to wear for the time being. After my shower, I put on his shirt without putting my bra back on, but with my panties still on, I draped the piece of loincloth around my hips and groin.
When I came out, I noticed that Deep already had water ready for us. Instead of closing the door to change completely, I showed him my cleavage, which was out due to the half-opened buttons of the shirt. Deep dropped the bottle of water he was holding.
As I bent over to pick it up, the shirt gap widened a bit, such is the nature of shirts. Deep saw me, and I could feel his desire for me in his eyes. He walked towards me, grabbed me by the shoulders, and pushed me against the door. Both our breaths turned hurried and heavy. I couldn't take my eyes off him, as a deep-seated part of me wanted him to hold me, touch me, and make love to me once more.
"What are you doing, Deep?" I asked. He didn't answer. Instead, he leaned close to me and pressed his lips against mine. I didn't resist, maybe because I had so many desires that wouldn't go away. I, too, kissed him back, my hands finding comfort in his shoulders, caressing his back, and my other hand playing with his hair on the back of his head.
Our kisses grew more passionate, just as they used to be. While kissing, Deep's hands moved to my half-popped out breasts and slowly unbuttoned the rest of my shirt. I continued to kiss and suck his tongue, wanting to quench the hunger of so many years. Once he'd finished unbuttoning my shirt, he removed it completely, leaving me topless.
After roughly ten minutes of making out, Deep ended the kiss and roamed his hands around my hips. He tugged at my sarong, and it landed on the ground, leaving me clad only in my undies.
Then, he fiercely grabbed my breasts and questioned, "Are your ta-tas still a 34, haven't they grown even a little? Did you not let the men in your office use them?"
My head drooped in embarrassment. My cheeks reddened, and I attempted to cover my face. Nevertheless, Deep swiftly obstructed my hands, lifted them up, and pushed me even more forcefully against the wall. I knew his actions well, so I simply closed my eyes and fervently said, "Please Deep."
Deep proceeded to lean in again, buried his face in my armpit, and commenced licking it. I experienced a tingling sensation throughout my body. With one hand, he was holding my hands; his mouth was on my nipples, and the other hand moved between my legs. Retreating my panties, he inserted his fingers into my vagina.
I was already soaked because, since getting married, this was the first time I was standing naked in front of a man who wasn't my spouse. Moreover, the way he was touching, kissing, and licking my armpits and nipples made me unable to withhold myself. I smiled and groaned, "Oh!"
My breathing labored and all I did was look at him and observe him play with my naked body. I delighted in it and let out loud groans with ragged breaths.
A spell of time passed, and Deep release my hands, gradually descended, pulled my panties down, and examined me. Only the last strip of fabric remained on my person. I swiftly moved out of my pants, and stood in front of him fully unclothed.
In college, we did everything except intercourse. He pinched, squeezed, and munched on my tits in private and parks. He made me remove my clothes and dance for him in his room. He licked my entire body and brought me to orgasm with his fingers. I was taught how to blow a cock by twisting my tongue from Deep. He came in my mouth, and even made me lick it from the floor. After all that time, he made me nude once more.
He hoisted one of my legs onto his shoulder and planted his lips on my crotch. As my legs rested on his shoulder, I grabbed his head to keep from toppling over. He placed his palms on my ass and thwacked me.
"Ouch, why are you hitting me?" I asked in surprise.
"You fool, you're just going to stand here with your vagina exposed, or you'll start begging me to lick it."
"Please, don't make me do that." I demanded.
During college years, Deep had his tongue on my vagina many times. He tied my hands to his bed with a scarf and tortured me with his tongue for hours until I cried and begged him for an orgasm. It seemed he still hadn't changed, as I ached for him to lick my cunt. However, out of some sort of etiquette, I offered some resistance.
He smacked my ass again. Congratulations, "You annoying slut, you're just going to stand here with your pussy out, or you'll start begging me to eat it."
Secretly, I relished his tongue on my vagina during college. He used to pleasure me for hours, only to leave me unsatisfied because he never allowed me to reach an orgasm. Now, I begged desperately for him to lick my pussy.
He licked deep inside my wet vagina. It was the first time in twenty years a man licked it. I felt like I had entered bliss.
"Holy shit!" I screeched, arching his head between my thighs. My eyes were closed.
Deep swirled his tongue within my vagina. I groaned with pleasure, "That feels good, Deep."
He understood exactly what he was doing. Sliding in tandem, he stretched my pussy lips with his tongue. Then, he confidently devoured my clit. I groaned with satisfaction. "That's right, eat it."
He took my clit between his lips, and I cried out, "Oh God, suck it hard, make me cum!"
He heightened the pressure, and my cries of pleasure intensified as orgasm began to rise. Suddenly, with no warning, he jabbed his fingers deep within me. As an expert, he found my g-spot in seconds. My legs weakened, and I wailed, "Oh God, yes Deep, oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, uh, ah, uh, fuck, I'm cumming, don't stop!"
Adjacent moments, I climaxed on his face. [ily]U{*,+8s ^k ]b©d ZJ_.
Recently, I had the most intense orgasm in years. Deep had to pause and lower my leg from his shoulder. Instantly, I leaned against a wall for support, panting like a dog. Pleasure coursed through me as he stood up and placed his tongue on mine. I spread my own cum on his tongue when he moved his hands to the back of me.
Suddenly, I received another hard slap on my ass. I ended the kiss and moaned in pain. "What's happening now?"
"Just getting your pussy and ass ready to be fucked."
"Ew, what are you talking about? Who fucks ass?"
"Well, your stupid husband didn't, but I'll turn you into my slut in two days and fuck every hole."
"Naughty." I said, thinking he was joking.
He stayed silent and pulled my neck, leading me to the couch. I moaned and fell onto the floor. I loved his aggression and eagerly awaited his arrival.
As he picked up my shirt and tied my hands with the sleeves, he lowered his pants and sat on the couch. Then, he yanked my hair and forced my face next to his swelling penis, ordering, "Suck it, Whore."
I balanced myself by holding his penis, looked up at him, and shook my head no while making pleading eyes. I didn't say no, though, because by this point anything I said didn't mean anything. It had been a while since I had taken his dick in my mouth. Moreover, since meeting Deep at a conference, I had fantasized about sucking him off and gulping down his cum.
He let go of my hair, and I took out his dick, inhaled deeply, looked up at him, and smiled, drool pouring from my lips.
He pushed my head again, not giving me a chance to withdraw his penis. I was used to this behavior, so I simply made eye contact with him and breathed slow, steady breaths through my nose.
When he let go, I took out his penis, gasped deeply, looked up at him, and smiled, drool escaping my lips.
He pushed my head more for a minute or so, not allowing me to remove his penis. I had always adored his dominance.
In the past, Deep had thrust his penis between my breasts and rammed them roughly. I had never let him fuck me before marriage, but he never let me return to my hostel. Still, he remained masterful and compelling, forcing my head onto his penis and holding my hair. I wanted to be a submissive whore and please him.
"That's enough. Now let me fuck your luscious-looking breasts. Let's see how much you've learned all these years."
Pulling his penis out of my mouth, I squeezed my breasts with both hands and spat between them. Deep placed his penis between my breasts and started thrusting into them.
Probably because his penis was a little rough or because of my inexperience, I felt his dick sliding out from between my soft breasts. I begged, "I can't anymore, my breasts feel like they're going to tear apart at any moment."
He paused, leaned in, and tightly squeezed my breasts, saying, "These boobs are mine. I can do whatever I want. You don't need to think; just do what I say, right?"
Nodding my head, I understood.
"Good girl, now come sit on my lap and ride me."
I stood up, spat on my hand, and widened my legs to become wetter. Looking at me, he said, "Holy shit, you're horny."
"Yours."
"Alright, your horny ass, come ride me now."
I stepped forward and, gripping his head with my tied hands, slowly sat down on his penis. As it began to enter me, I felt my vagina stretch and cried out in agony, "Oh my fucking god."
"What's going on, whore?"
"Your dick is so long and thick, oh god."
"What's your husband's penis like?"
I didn't say a word, instead I started humping on his penis, going up and down slowly. If I stopped for even a second, he slapped my ass aggressively. My breasts bounced in front of his face, but he didn't even touch them. Finally, I whispered, "Can't I do anything for you? Don't you want to touch my breasts?"
"I'm just preparing for something else." As he said that, he stood up, startling me. I held him tightly, scared of falling, and closed my eyes, crying out in surprise, "Ow, what are you doing?"
He didn't respond and while his dick was still inside of me, he started walking. The wind hit my bare body as I opened my eyes, realizing we were on the balcony. I pleaded, "Please, not here, let's go inside."
"I'll have sex with you wherever I want and you won't say a word."
Despite the people below looking like ants and probably being able to see us from the other side of the building, I still objected, "Please Deep, don't do this to me."
Looking a little annoyed, he grabbed two clothespins from the ropes nearby and clipped them onto my nipples. I cried out in extreme pain, "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh, these are killing me! Please Deep, please..."
"If you make another noise, I'll flick them until you stop," he said and began to thrust his dick into me. I didn't dare make a sound, allowing him to fuck me.
Suddenly, my phone rang. Deep turned to look at the bed where I had left it. I also followed his gaze. When he looked back at me, I could see a mischievous grin on his face. I realized what he was planning and begged, "Please Deep, you can't do that."
However, he had no intention of listening to me and, lifting my butt, he started to return to the bed. I grew scared. It was already late evening and every day my daughter called me after her class. So, I thought it could be her. Or it might be my husband. After the argument in the morning, he might be calling.
Before I could do anything else, he pushed me onto the bed like an object. I saw it was my colleague, Sheila. I knew the call wasn't important and could hang up in the moment, but Deep grabbed the phone. I giggled and tried to take the phone from his hand, but since my hands were tied, I couldn't.
He answered the phone.
Before she could say anything, I exclaimed, "Please Sheila, I'm in the middle of something, I'll call you back in an hour."
However, Deep had a different plan in his twisted mind and he shoved his thick dick deep into my pussy.
"Umm." I let out a scream unintentionally, then tried to cover my mouth with my hands.
She wasn't inexperienced and quickly understood the situation, saying, "You dog, are you fucking someone right now?"
"Please Sheila, I'm in the middle of something," I pleaded, probably to both of them as Deep continued to thrust roughly with a devious smile on his face.
"Alright, alright, have fun, slut," she said.
As soon as she hung up, I said to Deep, "You bad boy, ah, ah, yes, fuck me hard, Deep."
He chuckled, but didn't stop assaulting me. Eventually, I started enjoying what he was doing too. Grabbing his ass, I tried to pull him as close to me as possible, saying, "Fuck, your dick feels so good in my pussy."
"It's cunt, whore, say it. Say it." Saying that, he slapped my chest.
"Ahh, please Deep, you're hurting me."
Without warning, he slapped my other breast and said, "Say it, say the word, Ann."
"God, yes, cunt, now fuck my cunt."
"You're such a filthy whore," he said with a laugh.
"Yes, fuck me, I'm going to cum soon."
"Cum for me, whore, cum for me," he demanded, then added, "I want to fuck Sheila and make you eat her cunt someday."
The thought of dyking out with Sheila excited me and I grunted, "Fuck, yes."
Another orgasm coursed through me as the image of licking my colleague's pussy flashed before my eyes.
"I'm coming too, Ann," he announced, then warned, "I'm about to cum. Do you want me to cum inside you?"
"No, no, please don't." I begged.
He continued until he reached his climax and, taking his dick out, he sprayed his white goo on my groin and collapsed from exhaustion onto my body. A happiness I couldn't have imagined before had come true.
...to be continued.
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