Mistress Simraan Assumed To Be Low Life Hooker!
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Hey guys! It’s your baby doll Simraan who nowadays seems to be losing interest in dominating cool and handsome guys. I don’t worry about this feeling because it comes and goes on its own. Can you imagine me at the receiving end of BDSM? I will just leave this question like that… One day, I came home from the office feeling restless.😓 I took a hot shower and wore loose clothes but the restlessness didn’t go away. So, I thought of something out of the box and left the house carrying my handbag. I didn’t take the elevator because I wanted to get the blood circulating faster in my body. After reaching the main street, I started to feel better. Now, I felt like a predator who was in search of prey. There was no desire to make a purchase yet I stepped inside the mall. I quickly walked through all the essential items aisle but didn’t see anything worth buying. While adjusting my loose cotton trousers, I realized I wasn’t wearing any panties. I then had a reason to go to the lingerie department to buy some expensive undies (I said ‘expensive’ so wait for the catch!). The women’s innerwear section always appears as though there are Victoria’s secrets being sold out following a celebration. The sales team is happy, the women are enthusiastic, and the men (husband or a male person of equal distinction!) are excited – wink! Of course, those women who come along with other female friends or alone have a clear plan. Like I did that day, they would simply purchase their every day lingerie set and get the fuck out of the store before curiosity kicks in. I entered the store and started searching for comfortable clothing for my pussy. While I was searching for the tight colors, I noticed that a man was ogling me continuously. His eyes were searching for a signal (you know what!) from my side. When I caught the man looking at me, he didn’t look away or panic. His lusty eyes were fixated on me and mostly on my body.💃🏻 I looked around and found that everyone was busy doing whatever business they had. The waiting area for men (where he was sitting) had one or two groups of men who were busing with their discussion. No one noticed that pervert looking at me with amorous intentions. I too kept looking at him but without any expression. I took a few panties to try them on and headed toward the trial room. They were all expensive but who the fuck wanted to buy them. To my surprise, the man came to me. He was looking so confident as though I knew him. Man: You could have called me instead of shopping panties, you bitch! And what the hell are you wearing? I told them loose clothes, not casual clothes that are loose… He gave a smile to make sure not to create a scene. What he said next made me aware of the whole setup. Man: Let’s get the fuck out of here. I don’t want your pimp to come along with us. That man thought I was a HOOKER!😮 Just because a sexy lady is outside the house after 7 om in Delhi doesn’t mean she’s a prostitute!😠 He was good looking but I didn’t like his authoritarian attitude. I thought of a cunning plan therein and carried it out with him. Me: No, we can’t leave without purchasing these lingeries. That’s not the protocol… Man: Whoa! Are you fucking kidding me? Do you think I’m going to pay for this? Throw these away and get in the car. I’ll stop somewhere nearby to fuck your brains out. Me: Look, if we leave without making any purchase, these store people will be suspicious. My agency girls come here often to meet their men. Don’t worry, my pimp will pay you back the amount. I said that with such a calm voice and a cute face that he fell right into it. I gave him a good collection of pricey panties and bras to make the bill on the counter. While he was making the bill, I was pretending to be on the phone (because I had told him that I would tell my pimp about the meeting). The man paid the money and handed me the bag. He was thinking about where to bang my pussy when I ruined his fun. Me: Listen, I want to go to the washroom before I go with you. Wait here and I’ll be back… Man: Do you think I was born yesterday, you bitch! No need to go anywhere now. I had enough of you…now shut up and come along with me. Me: Okay… If you want me to ruin your experience, then let’s go… He sighed and pointed out which washroom I should use. The one he had asked for was far away from the other exit point. I walked inside the washroom and before I could look myself in the mirror he joined me. Me: What are you doing mister? How the fuck did you get inside the ladies’ loo…? Man: Quite playing, bitch! Now, give me a quick blowjob. I want to get rid of this hot load so that I could last long in bed. He gave me a look indicating hardcore sex was waiting for me. But I knew I was going to break his balls (not literally!). Me (shouting at the top of my voice): Get out! Get the fuck out from here… how dare you enter this place… Man: Stop shouting, you stupid bitch! They’ll have me arrested… Me (taking advantage of the situation): Kneel and do what I say or else I’ll scream. Show me how desperately you want my body. Do what I tell you or else I’ll have you smacked. The man started trembling. He went down on his knees and gave me a grumpy look. Me: Take off your clothes you dominating asshole. I’ll show you what real domination looks like. Man: This isn’t what I paid you for. Fuck this, I’m leaving… Now, it wouldn’t have caused me any trouble if he had left. But I liked his body and wanted to teach him a lesson. That was why I was stern with my decision to fuck with him. Me: Look sweetie, if I don’t tempt you enough now, how else are you going to punish me in bed? Me: Now, shut up and do as I say! Remove your fucking clothes… After he got naked, I ordered him to remove my trousers for me. The man had a smooth body which was attracting me to fall over. But I resisted my sexual urges keeping in mind what the real matter was. He was staring at my pussy and it really excited him to try and grab it. His warm rough fingers sent stimulating shivers on my nerves. I closed my legs and slapped his hand. Me: Learn to control your urges, you pervert! Massage my soft thighs while I rest my big ass on your naked shoulders. I grabbed his head between my thighs and sat on his sweaty shoulders. He continued to carry my weight while kneeling on the floor. The man started moving his fingers all over my legs. He gently rubbed my feet which opened my pussy and straightened my pubic hairs. He caressed my thighs with pressing and pulling movements. By the time he reached the top of my lower body, my pussy had leaked its juices. I started rubbing my vagina lips over his shoulders and neck. I could see his big cock erect and tightened with excitement. Somehow, I was able to hold his cock with my feet. I grabbed his hairy chest for support while stroking his cock. He became wild when I pinched his nipples while giving him a footjob (stroking penis with feet). Me: You seem to like my treatment, don’t you? Man: You are a professional, bitch! Me (pinching his nipples hard): Madam, call me ‘madam’! I’m in charge now… Man: Ouch! I like that, madam. Keep playing with my nipples. It arouses me. It makes me think about ways to fuck you…I mean, make love to your juicy dripping pussy. Me: Yes, now run your fingers over my wet pussy. Remember, I don’t want you to finger fuck it, just run your fingers on the pussy lips. The man started massaging the outer skin of my pussy lips. I was struggling to keep my mistress act. The sexual heat was so intense that I wanted to let him roughly finger her pussy. Better yet, had he inserted his fingers inside my pussy. Maybe I thought my Karma was catching up with me. All the guys whom I manhandled and humiliated were taking revenge in that man’s presence. I enjoyed his pussy stimulation. And because he found that I was enjoying it very much, he had gotten bold. The reason I was getting aroused and losing the domination battle was that his fingers were digging inside my pussy. The moment he touched my clitoris, I stopped him. I got over his shoulders and started wearing my trousers. Me: I will go outside first and stand near the entrance of this mall. You will leave this washroom 5 minutes after I have gone. If you leave anytime soon, it’s all over. Understood, you pig?! Man: Yes madam, I understand… The man had a serious look in his eyes. Probably, he thought I was going to wait for him outside. The fool didn’t even dress when I was about to leave the washroom. I left the mall and took an auto to make sure the streets of Delhi doesn’t get me (if you know, you know!). I started laughing hysterically all the way thinking about that asshole who would be looking for me everywhere in the mall. Every time I wear one of that expensive lingerie, they remind me of him. That was the tale of a horny man mistaking me for a hooker and getting Simraan-ed! Would you like to get Simraan-ed too?!😉 Then hit me up or many other willing and horny Indian girls immediately to have a steamy hot fuck session on cam. Click here to reach my address.