Confession Of A Sextress – Part 4
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This part will be conveyed in his perspective * * * * * * * * * * I woke up because that day I had to prepare and depart for a tuition for advanced level students. So I woke up some time later, kissed her a few times while she was still asleep, and prepared to leave. I made a note, asking her not to leave till I come back. I’m not sure if she will obey but it was my duty to ask her not to leave. When I was coming back, it was around 10 pm. I was really tired as well. There she was, dressed in one of the denim pants and a t-shirt, all which belonged to my mom, and her veil. When she left for the place of my brother, she left these things behind here. Glad she did or what will Fareeda wear? Thank you, mom. About how Fareeda looks like naked. Well her boobs were among the biggest I have ever seen. As a man over 6 feet tall, you can think how big my hands are. Still, her boobs were so big that if I use both my hands at once, maybe I will be able to firmly grab one boob of hers. Part thus was because her boobs were spread across almost all of the frontal side of her upper body. I mean, they had started from a little below her collar bones and spread towards almost the place where her abdomen starts. And there was hardly any gap between her boobs. And her boobs were not falling down like those of most women. When I touched them, they did not feel fake either. But for some reason, they didn’t seem very sensitive. That was why I could confidently squeeze them hard and she did not seem hurt. Gotta ask her why. Her nipples were rosy and they were bigger than natural. Now, about her ass and thighs. They were fleshy and big, just like her boobs. They also did not seem very sensitive. You might think this is a fat and ugly woman, due to her very big boobs, ass and thighs, right? No. She was not. She had such an hourglass figure. Her waist was slim and her arms were like cylinders. Her shoulders were round and her back was well filled. She had the curve of her backbone but her backbone was not visible. Her pussy was well shaven, just like her armpits, and it was rosy inside. Her clit seemed circumcised and this could be the reason why she could hold on to sex longer without coming. Some people on her religion completely remove this part from the woman, making her incapable of enjoying sex, but hers, it was just a small portion of her skin so what had happened to her clit was the same as that of the top of my penis. Anyway, back to the story. When I came home, I brought dinner for us both. I asked her to come and have dinner with me. She accepted happily, saying, “Wow! Qamaar, you seem to care about me a lot more than most of my employers did. They spent all in cash and never bothered for something like this. Thank you” After the meal, I asked her to narrate the next part of the story, prepared to write it down as she narrated. “Well, as I told you earlier, I had been appointed to work as a teacher at a school of one of my uncles. So later I got prepared and left for the school. I had to travel somewhat far so I had to depart early in the morning. My dad was sick so he could not come to accompany me and I had to leave alone. It was very dark when I left. I boarded the bus and got on. I had a seat near a black, tall, slender guy, and for some reason he allowed me to sit on the seat near the window and he was seated next to me. I did not have much to think so I sat there and looked out the window. Now he was seated at my left-hand side. After a while, I felt like he was getting pressed to me slowly. It was dark around as well. I looked at him. I saw him looking at my breast greedily. I looked at my breast. My coat had been a little open so with my very open sari jacket, much of my boobs had been exposed. I quickly covered myself with the coat but after a while, while I was again looking outside from the Window, I felt like he put his arm on the handlebar. Well, I should have doubted but I did not. After a while, I felt that something was brushing my cheek. I looked and I saw that he was trying to hold my cheek. I did not make any sound because I was afraid to make a scene. But I pushed his hand away. As soon as I did it, he held my jaw with his left hand, turned my face towards him and started forcibly earing my mouth, while his right hand was squeezing my boobs over my coat. I tried to pull his right hand away from my boobs, using both my hands but he was too strong. I tried to scratch him, but then he squeezed my neck with his left hand. The world started blackening around me and I tried to push his hand off my neck. I looked at his eyes. He seemed angry. He murmured to my ear, “Miss, I do not wanna hurt you. Lemme do what I want, and I will let you go unharmed ” Did not seem like I had much of a choice. So I nodded ‘yes’ and he started eating my mouth again. Back then I did not know about reacting to a man sexually so I did not do that in return. I just closed my eyes and let him do that. But I felt like slowly my desires also started raging inside me. I was even more provoked when he slid his right hand into my coat, pulled down my sari jacket and my bra off my right shoulder and started playing with my right boob. I started moaning but as my mouth was in his, I guess nobody heard me and he was careful enough not to hurt me. After a while, still eating my mouth, he uncovered my left boob as well. He stopped eating my mouth and still playing with my right nipple using his right hand, pulled apart the left side of my coat and exposed my left boob. I was thinking what he was gonna do. Before I could even think, he placed his mouth over my left boob and started sucking my nipple, sometimes biting and licking it, in his mouth. It was so sensational that I had to shut my mouth using both my hands to Block my moans. I looked around to see as if anyone is watching. All around us were sleeping, people. When I looked at him, it looked as if he was eating the flesh off my boob. After some time, he put both his hands on my coat, got hold of my bare waist, turned my back towards the window and started eating my boob even more greedily. He was rubbing my bare waist with his fingers and palms. After some time, he changed his position to my other boob and started doing what he was doing. By the time the bus stopped for tea, I was so wet in my panty. I was so Horny that I badly wanted him in me. I should have thought if it makes me pregnant but I was in no mood for that. I was that Horny. When the bus stopped, he got away from me, as I quickly covered my boobs with my dress. He went and talked to the driver, as I saw. That was suspicious but I had no choice but to watch. He came back and said, “We have fifteen minutes for a quick session. We can have it in the public toilets. What do you say?: He did not even wait for my reply. He took my hand and took me to the backside of the shop where the bus stopped at, and then to the public toilet. He told me to get to the female toilet he showed me. After a few seconds I was inside, he jumped in, held my shoulders and placed me against the wall. He then unbuttoned his pants and took out his 7 inches or so cock. While all this happened, I was just watching dumbfounded. When I was about to pull up my sari, he stopped. Then he asked, “Are you married?” It was then I figured out that he did not know I was not a Virgin. So I said, “No…it is okay, go ahead” “But…” “I said go ahead!” I said rudely. He pulled up my sari, with with a face like saying “your call”, held my right leg upwards thus opening my vagina, and started penetrating me. It was the 1st time I enjoyed getting penetrated. I was moaning lightly. Within minutes, he took his cock out and came all over the floor. Glad he was careful enough not to come inside me. He then looked at the watch and said, “Okay, we have 10 minutes more” The remaining time, we were making out. He taught me some tips regarding that. There I learned to kiss back and stuff. He asked why he allowed me to penetrate my pussy while I was not married but I told him not ask anything about that and he agreed, grudgingly. When we got on the bus, we cuddled to each other, tasting and feeling each other. At the stop, before I got off, he asked, “Will we meet again?” “Maybe” I got off and walked towards the school. * * * * * * * * * * The next part coming soon. Stay tuned!