Stories Of A Cunning Desi Woman – Part 1

Hi, this is Penetrator007 from New Delhi. I am an extremely kinky and dominating male here who enjoys pleasuring and flirting with educated and mature classy women.

Let’s get into the story.

Simmi Kapoor, 32 is a chirpy and bubbly desi woman from the city of Chandigarh. She is tall at 6 feet 1 with fair peachy skin tone, long curls all the way up to her lower waist with a perfect hourglass figure 36-26-36.

Simmi’s 36 inch bust with deep cleavage is perfect for pleasing men by making sure they can’t stop staring. She has a waist size of 26 inches and men can’t stop thinking of grabbing her from behind. Her 36 size hips allow her to be irresistible for predators in public who can’t stop admiring her booty.

Her steep arched eyebrow, flirty curved eyelashes, and downturned eyes make her the perfect blend of a stunning punjaban seductress with jaw-dropping beauty traits.

Brought up by a traditional Punjabi family, western clothes never fancied her attention. Today in the evening, Simmi is standing in front of a dressing mirror admiring herself.

She is dressed up in a red semi-transparent chiffon saree with 6-7 pleats tucked into her petticoat edge. She is also wearing a handcrafted blouse with a deep front neck that comes with a board U-neck and a center slit.

One of this sexy desi woman’s hands teasingly is moving along the edge of her blouse toward her center slit as she looks at the mirror flirtatiously biting a portion of her bow-shaped moist lips. There is a subtle chime of her bangles when she lifts both her hands to grab hold of her curls and shift them in front on one side against the curvature of her breast.

Looking against the side of the shoulder, the desi beauty stretches back both her hands against her arched spine as she manages to tighten her stringed backless padded blouse.

Simmi is enjoying the subtle traces of a leftover salty flavor in her mouth, most of which was immediately swallowed to fulfill a week-long craving.

She leans slightly forward, providing a peek of the exposed deep cleavage visible through the mirror as she holds the pallu kept against the edge of the table, draping it right after against her left shoulder fully covering her chest.

Simmi is getting hold of a tissue and wiping off a layer of white sticky substance on the middle part of her black beaded thin 18K gold mangal sutra which is hooked around her neck and kept above the draped pallu.

For a moment, she is thinking about the benefits of being married for more than four years to a husband with a high salaried position at a banking company and who travels a lot to other cities and a mother to two boys who are sent away to a boarding school, which provides her with ample free time she has always craved for.

Being a shrewd no-nonsense desi wife, she has never been an easy catch for men who usually fail with all their tactics to impress her at parties or other places. She still remembers the time she met her husband for the first time when both families were in the process of getting them hooked up.

It was a brief meeting but it made her realize the guy is only worth it when it comes to his wealth, nothing more. She grabs hold of her phone as she receives a considerable sum of money in her bank account.

Simmi then turns around to smile seductively toward a middle-aged man in his late 40s standing right behind her. The chiseled jawline and rugged face with a considerable beard, a broad well-groomed chest, big muscular hairy hands which now have locked around her waist as their tongues immediately collide once again for a few minutes.

She breaks the kiss right after looking towards him, “I will be waiting for the video upload today on our channel online on the adult site, finish the editing by tomorrow morning”.

Walking out towards the door, the last glimpse she sees of him is that he is zipping up his trousers.

While walking walk out of the premises, she hands over a tip to the watchman who is aware of these discreet weekly visits. There is a subtle exchange of flirty expressions right before she comes out of the building to sit in the cab.

The moment she sits inside the cab, the driver in front mesmerized by the scent of her perfume, adjusts the back view mirror to make sure he can see the treats. Enjoying the attention being given to her, she instead flicks out her second mobile to see a few missed calls appear on the lock screen.

Looking at the phone sheepishly, she decides to return the call placing her phone to the ears.

Simmi: What is it? Can’t you wait for me to call back? Stop behaving like a kid, I have another meeting, I will call back when it’s over.

Not able to listen on the other side of the conversation, he keeps listening to what she says.

Simmi: You know what? No need to come back home from your business trip, Do one thing, just go for a honeymoon with your fucking boss.

She cut the phone as speaking to herself, “Idiot”. The phone rings a couple of times but she ignored it blatantly.

The driver meanwhile keeps checking the back mirror for glimpses of the sexy desi woman’s irresistible assets which now are making him impatient with his trouser being stretched with throbbing bulge growing inside.

He identifies a roadblock ahead due to which he decides to take a detour through a less-traveled route through a forest. When Simmi realizes that, she immediately springs into action shouting, “Don’t act smart, no detour from here, take the main road” to which he replies, “Madam, if I go from here, you will reach fast instead of reaching after 2-3 hours due to traffic on the main road”.

He stops the car for about 10 minutes and finally, a decision is made to go by what the driver thought was right.

When the car takes the detour, an immediate difference can be felt as the smoothness of the highway is replaced by the bumpy semi constructed uneven road. To balance herself sitting, she decided to get hold of the handles placed above the mirror on the side with one hand, while the other glued onto her mobile texting.

All of a sudden, the car tire sinks in a pothole before coming back up, creating a strong jerk that makes her pallu fall off against the side of her arms, making the cleavage slightly more visible. In no time, she puts it back in place but gives enough to have a glimpse of a portion for him to release within his boxers.

An hour later, she finally reaches her destination.

As the car enters the premises of the 7-star luxury hotel, at the entrance a familiar hunk at 6 feet 1 height stands patiently for her to step out.

The moment she steps out, he stares at Simmi’s perfect curvaceous waist, ogling at her slightly visible cleavage as he wastes no time to give her a firm hug making sure those abs press against her bosom. Together they head towards the entrance.

After collecting the keys to the luxurious penthouse, both of them head towards the elevator trying to keep their hands off each other until they reach the room.

A few minutes later and while walking towards the corridor, they can feel the urges increasing every second as they walk in the room, locking the door behind. The man grabs hold of Simmi’s waist pinning her back against the wall next to the door.

He places both his hands on either side of her exposed waist after slightly slipping that pallu on the side exposing her navel. He can feel his rough fingers placed against the soft and sensitive waist of hers gripping just enough to tantalize her senses.

One of his hands then starts trailing down towards her lumbar region on her lower back, making sure the finger flicks against the waistline of her petticoat. He starts pressing his hands against that region and pulls her towards his chest with a jerk.

Meanwhile, Simmi with her head slightly arched up, slips her hands against his trouser, exposing her neck to licks and smooches from his lips. Her hand unzipped his trousers to get hold of his thick 8-inch sinful meat in her hand through his boxers. It certainly feels bigger as compared to the one she took care of earlier in the evening.

Feeling that pulsating shaft, her palm can sense the textured surface conquered by the veins. She begins stroking it and trying to reach the base and pleasure those textured balls.

Pushing the man in front a little, she uses both her hands to slip off that leather belt, throwing it on the ground along with his trousers. She gets down on her knees to flick the base of her tongue against his massive irresistible shaft. Both her hands grab his hip as she swirls her tongue around the circumference of the shaft.

Looking up at him, the sexy desi married woman pulls the pallu completely away, trailing the tip of her tongue back and forth the entire surface of the shaft. She keeps it choked between her lips for a few minutes before she slips it out slaps it over her lips and cheeks.

Taking the shaft fully inside her mouth once again, Simmi gags on it for a few seconds before slipping it out. The excess saliva drips down her neck while some remains in the form of strings between her lip and his dickhead.

Pulling her up in a few minutes, he grabs the edge of the tucked saree, pulling it out and pulling it towards him. He watches her rotate on the spot till the saree is stripped fully.

Using both hands to cup her hip above that petticoat, he pulls her towards him for a tight wet smooch. He makes sure those firm nipples rub against his chest.

He lifts her and carries her towards the bed keeping against the pillow, making sure the petticoat too is removed and thrown away on the floor accompanying the crushed saree. Spreading both her legs on either side of his shoulders, he drowns in-between, biting the edge of her soft lacey panties, and stretching it on the side.

His hands take the support of her thighs while his eyes keep in contact with hers to let her watch his tongue sticking out swirling along the surface of her warm and delicious vagina.

Later, slipping back getting into missionary, he flicks his dickhead against the tip of that clit of hers and begins thrusting it deeper making sure my hands are cupped against those lovely breasts, squeezing and fondling, in sync with the deep thrusting.

Just after a few minutes, he begins plunging that throbbing shaft, way deeper making sure that dickhead hits the hot desi woman’s G-spot multiple times.

To be continued.

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