Hot Srilankan Wife Aisha – Part 1
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Hi, welcome to my very first story on this site. About me, I am Sandhu, 26, male. Iam from Sri Lanka. The purpose of me writing for this site was to give an outline of what Sri Lanka is like compared to India, and of course, to write something sexually entertaining for the Indian and other readers here. So sit back and read, and enjoy the story! ~STORY STARTS Mrs Aisha Hameed, was a woman in her mid-20s from Kandy district, central province, Sri Lanka. As said before, she was a married woman. She was married pretty recently so she had no kids and she wasn’t even pregnant. About her looks – well, she was around 5 feet 7 inches tall, which was a good height for a Sri Lankan woman. Her measurements were 34-26-36. She was ethnically a moor woman, so she had very whitish skin, and a beautiful face, with fiery red lips and blue eyes. She was an epitome of beauty. Her husband, Ameer Hameed, was in his late 30s, with a large beard and somewhat tummy. He was about 5 feet 9 inches tall. And their marriage wasn’t going good right from the beginning (and I can’t tell the reasons here). Aisha was good with her neighbours, but they could tell her married life was far from okay, from the fact that her eyes were always reddish and she had two lines on her face, because of her make up having been washed away by her tears. Soon enough, her husband left for UAE for his new job and now she was alone at home. She felt freer and now her eyes weren’t reddish any longer, but still, she missed something that she has never had – some good sex. She started a small shop, attached to the back of her house, with some of the money her husband sent, where she sold newspapers and other stuff for people around her. In fact, from the frontal part of the shop, the back room that was attached to the shop could be seen, clearly. She wore a salwar kameez and a headcover to the shop, which covered all of her body, except for the frontal part of her face, her hands and her feet. Amith was a regular customer of her shop. He was also in his late 20s but was a little older than Aisha. Amith was a 6 feet tall, well-built man due to hard labor at the construction sites he used to work in. Now, he has his own construction based company and he sends his men to carry out constructions around the island. It wasn’t once Aisha noticed that Amith was looking at her attentively when he was at her shop. Usually, he would ask her for something, and while she is looking for that, she would observe her body, especially her boobs, very attentively. Yes, the somewhat tight salwar didn’t do a good job at hiding her curves. It was another evening like this when Amith came and asked for a paper. That day, unlike before, Amith wore a sarong and a long sleeve shirt to the shop. She looked for the paper and soon found the newest issue. “There you go,” Aisha said as she handed the paper to Amith. “Thank you..here,” Amith said as he handed back the price, and as he did so, he rubbed the inner side of her palm with his fingertips. As soon as his fingertips touched her palm, she felt like she was electrocuted. She felt a new light full of passion beaming inside of her. “Ahh,” Aisha moaned. “Wwwh,” she bit her lower lip and eventually, let go. She took a few seconds to come to her senses and when she did so, she saw Amith looking at her with a wide grin. She said, “oh, I am so sorry,” and as she did so, she pulled her hand away immediately, causing the money to fall on the shop floor. “Oh no,” she said as she bent down and started looking for the coins. Amith had given her the money in coins, on purpose and she didn’t realize this. “You need some help, miss?” Amith asked as he already lifted the board and went into the shop. “No, it’s alright,” Aisha said as she was still taking coins from the floor. As soon as Amith was in the shop, he pulled down the roller gate, causing the shop to effectively close. It was evening, so inside the shop, a bulb was already working. ~SEX STARTS As Aisha was looking for coins, bent down, she heard the roller gate rolling down, and soon after, she felt two strong hands holding her hip from behind. She was pulled back and she started feeling a half hard cock against her ass. The feelings of two hard big hands on either side of her hip, made her froze. She hadn’t had a man touching her so intimately like this for a long enough time now and so she was heating up, but still frozen. As her eyes widened and her mouth opened, she felt Amith holding her pressed hard against his cock and he felt his fingertips rubbing against the back of her thighs through her pants, as Amith started lifting up her kameez to reach the elastic of her pants. As she bit her teeth and tightly shut her eyes, two teardrops fell outta her eyes. She was having a hard time resisting her inner self. She started feeling herself getting wet, soon enough. “Amith, stop,” Aisha finally asked, holding his wrist lightly. But since she held his wrist lightly, he kept on. “You like this, don’t you?” Amith asked with a comforting smile. “N..No. No, please,” Aisha pleaded again. Amith didn’t utter a word and kept going. He pushed her kameez up, pulled her pants down. Now her panty was visible. He didn’t have to touch it to tell that she was getting wet. It was visible. “Don’t like, huh? Then what’s this?” Amith asked as he rubbed Aisha’s pussy over her panty with his right thumb. “Aaah..ww,” a moan spaced Aisha’s mouth, and she bit her lower lip with her eyes closed almost tightly. After rubbing her pussy over her panty a few times, he pulled her panty aside with his left-hand fingers and exposed her pussy. Aisha felt his right index finger against her labia. He started rubbing his finger back and forth against her inner pussy walls. “Aaah,” Aisha moaned, as she started watering down her legs. “Still don’t like?” “Nnooo..wwwh.” Amith kept going. He changed positions. He now was rubbing her inner pussy walls with his right thumb and her clitoris with his right index finger at the same time, moving his hand back and forth. “Aaaaaaah,” Aisha let out a long, loud moan, as her back contracted, raising her head upwards and pushing her ass towards Amith. He then started doing the same thing but with finger positions exchanged. While finger pushing her pussy, this time, he started adding more and more fingers into her pussy. First, only his index finger, a few seconds later, his index and middle fingers..at the end he was fucking her pussy with all his four long fingers, rubbing her clitoris at the same time. “Oooooh..gggoooooood!” Aisha screamed as she started kneeling down. She had a hard time standing up anymore. With an open mouth and a panting throat, Aisha went all the way down, as Amith kept finger fucking her pussy. Amith at once stopped rubbing her pussy. Aisha turned her front side upwards, as she laid on the floor, panting, sweating, and moaning. “Aaaaah..sssssh..mmmmmh,” Aisha moaned, as she started rubbing her pussy with her right-hand fingers. “I want you so badly inside of me, baby,” Aisha said, sensually, as she looked at Amith, while still rubbing her own pussy. “There you go, darling,” Amith said as he knelt on the floor and closed in. His cock was now almost fully erect, seen through his sarong. He took his sarong up and exposed his cock. It was the first time Aisha saw an uncut cock in her life. She had had sex only with her husband before and it was a cut one. Aisha was astonished to see Amith’s big Sinhalese cock, which was bigger than that of her husband across all dimensions. “Yeah, baby..let my moor mouth suck your big Sinhalese cock,” Aisha said as she held his cock by its base and started raising her face up. “Mmmm..mmmm,” She closed her eyes and soon started sucking his cock, moving her face back and forth, rubbing it with her right hand at the same time, while rubbing her pussy with her left-hand fingers. She had never sucked a cock before and the feeling of Amith’s cock pushing the boundaries of Aisha’s throat was a great feeling for her. His tasteless meat soon started to feel tastier than beef, to her. But she didn’t tell a word. She wanted to taste his cock, to her fullest of all desires. With her eyes closed and a smile drawn across her lips, she kept up. “Yeah, darling, take it all in,” Amith moaned, starting to pull her headcover off her head. He managed to expose her hair and started rubbing his left-hand fingers through her hair, occasionally holding some hairs and lightly pulling them towards the back of her head. When Aisha suddenly opened her eyes, she saw Amith’s right hand, which was wet with her juice, hanging away. She held that hand with her left hand and took it close to her hair. She pulled his cock out for a second and looked at Amith. “Rub it through my hair, Amith, make me look like the cum slut I am inside,” she said with a sensual smile as she went back to sucking his cock. “Damn girl, you’re one nasty piece of work,” Amith said with a smile as he started doing what she asked him to do. He wasn’t pulling her head against his cock, but she herself was pushing her mouth more and more towards him. She did that until she coughed. She then pulled her face away. “Thooh!” She spat on his cock and started rubbing it up and down. Now it was well erect. Amith was ready for the final showdown. Amith started pulling her pants away from her legs. “Yeah, Amith, release my legs and get inside of me. Let my moor pussy feel your Sinhalese cock all the way,” she moaned as she raised her upper body on her two elbows. Amith pulled away her pants and put away his sarong as well. As he laid on her, he slowly started pushing inside of her. She hugged his hip around with her two legs. Now their faces were close to each other, looking into the eyes of each other. Amith was supporting his body in his two palms which were against the floor on either side of her, while she was holding his neck with her palms touching the sides of his neck. He bent down and she raised up, their eyes closed, and “mch!” they kissed each other a few times, she breaking the kiss, again and again. While kissing her back, Amith slowly started pushing himself in. Suddenly, “Aaah,” Aisha let out a painful moan, laying back on the floor. The pain was imminent in her eyes. “I’m so sorry, darling,” Amith said. “It’s okay, Amith..you’re much bigger than my hubby,” Aisha said with a smile, rubbing his cheeks with her both hands. Amith went in again, this time a little more than last time. She let out a painful moan, again. Amith repeated, each time going in more than the last time. Finally, he was fully inside of her with one blow. “Ahhh,” Amith panted. Aisha smiled. She felt him touching her deep insides that had never been touched before. “Wow, fully inside, right?” Aisha moaned with a smile. Amith didn’t say a word. He laid on top of her, hugging her tightly, as he started fucking her. He started eating the left side of her neck. Aisha had her eyes closed, and her right hand on the back of Amith’s head, as she moaned “ah, ah,” with a wide opened mouth, each time he got inside of her. “Yeah, baby…fuck me…fuck me…harder…harder,” Aisha kept moaning. After minutes of fucking her like this, he raised himself a little from her and started pulling her Kameez up, a few inches each time he rammed her. She helped him by throwing her arms away from his face, parallel to her body and along the floor. He pushed her Kameez all the way up and took it off her body. “Oh my god, baby, you’re so beautiful,” Amith said, in an astonished tone, with his eyes wide, as he looked at her upper body. She smiled. “Lift your back up a little, babe,” Amith said. Aisha knew what he wanted to do, so she obeyed. Amith slid his hands down her body and unhooked her bra and pulled it away from below her body. Aisha laid back. Amith pulled the bra cups up and exposed the treasure. “Oh my god, baby. Such amazing boobs,” Amith said as he placed his elbows close to her on either side of her chest area and took her boobs in his each hand. “Mmh…you like them?” Aisha asked with a smile. “Oh yeah, baby…I wanna eat them all day…arrmmh,” Amith said as he took her right boob inside of his mouth and started eating it. “Aaah,” Aisha moaned, arching her back, closing her eyes tight and throwing her face away from Amith, as she felt his teeth pressing against her boob flesh, and his tongue nibbling against her nipple. He opened and closed his mouth again and again, trying to take as much of her boob as possible in his mouth. She felt him biting her flesh again and again, as she felt his tongue rubbing around loose all over her nipple, areola, and her boob flesh. “Oh god..you’re such a crazy one, Amith…my hubby has never done this to me.” Later, Amith changed to her other boob and started did the same thing, but for a lesser time. Then, he knelt in front of her and started unbuttoning and taking off his shirt, while she too started pushing her panty off her legs. In the end, they both were effectively naked. He laid on her and they hugged each other, as he started to share a kiss with her again, starting to fuck her pussy again too. She too hugged his hip with her both legs. She held his neck with her both hands from its sides and its back and started eating his mouth wildly. Her tongue was running all over the insides of his mouth. She started loosening her kiss, little by little, and at the end, licked his lips a few times and completely broke the kiss. She was now looking at his eyes in an empty glance as he was fucking her. “Oh wow..you’re a wild one, Aisha,” Amith said with a smile. “Oh, you’ve no idea Amith,” she moaned, sensually, before she grabbed his throat with her both hands and started licking all over his face, lightly biting his cheeks here and there, and his nose too, occasionally. She also tried to press her tongue into his nostrils and lick their insides. “Oh god…you are such a nasty woman, Aisha,” Amith said. It didn’t seem like Aisha wanted to stop eating Amith’s face. Finally, Amith held Aisha’s wrists in his each hand. “Ahh,” Aisha gasped as she was pinned against the floor. Aisha smiled wildly. Amith made a stern face, and entered her hard, once. Aisha went “ahh,” when Amith did that and was pushed an inch against the floor. “Ahh, ahh,” Aisha started gasping again and again as Amith slowly got out and at once got in, again and again. Her eyes were shut tight, and mouth was wide open. As he started fucking her hard, he slowly laid on her and hugged her tightly, sliding his arms around her. Soon, his fucking changed from hard, to fast. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…shhhhhit!” Aisha screamed as she was roughly slid against the floor back and forth with each of his thrusts. “Aaah…I’m gonna cum!” Amith finally said, which kinda brought Aisha too back to her senses. Amith soon removed himself from her, knelt by her left side, and took his cock close to her face, masturbating. As she raised her face up and closed her eyes tightly, she felt waves of his cum hitting her face, on after another. ~SEX ENDS As Amith was done masturbating, he stood up and started getting back dressed. Aisha was still on the floor, eating his cum off her face. “Wow, you’re one nasty piece of work. Are you like that with your hubby too?” “Mmm…no,” Aisha moaned. “Only for your special Sinhalese cock, Mr.” “The name is Amith,” Amith said with a smile. “Aisha,” Aisha moaned, trying to stand up. Amith held her both hands with his and helped her up. He took her face in his hands and they shared a kiss for a few seconds, with their eyes closed. “Wanna do this again sometime, Aisha?” Amith asked, before leaving Aisha. Aisha nodded her head, happily. As Amith reopened the place, Aisha went away and wrapped a big clothe around her body, that covered her everywhere except her face and her forearms and hands. “Bye, Amith,” Aisha waved him goodbye, before he smiled, and started slowly disappearing into the darkness. ~STORY ENDS Hope you enjoyed the story. Please let me know what you think. Email & hangouts: [email protected] Telegram: Sandupama94 Have a nice day, and stay blessed. See you soon with another story.