Murtaza: Later Encounter

Part 3

Now I was thinking about Murtaza all the time, often lost in a reverie of lewd thoughts. So when he called me on my mobile a few days later I was excited. He asked me to come down to that room behind the elevator. It was late afternoon. My mom was at home. Telling her I was dropping in on a friend nearby, I eagerly walked out and rushed down in the elevator. I was in a saree and blouse. Seeing the coast was clear I slipped into the room at the back.

Murtaza was waiting there for me. I was surprised to see he had brought a durry ( a pileless Indian carpet) and a bedsheet. Unrolling the durry on the floor where the floor was clear, he spread the bedsheet on top of it. Then he turned around and caught me in a tight embrace and kissed my lips and almost bruised them. He stuck his tongue in my mouth. His hands were on my breasts, my hips and my buttocks. I was quite surprised at myself when I put my hand down and touched the hard bulge in his pants.

He took the pallu, (the loose upper half) of my saree, off my shoulder and swiftly with practiced ease opened my blouse and peeled it off. Then he unhooked my bra and pulled it off too. I was now naked from the waist up. I did not understand what he was doing when he put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me down. As he pushed, I was forced to kneel down before him.

When he unzipped his trousers and pulled them down I saw his manhood again, huge rampant and rearing up before my face. He was looking down and smiling. He asked me to kiss it. I refused. Unfazed he gripped my hair tightly with both hands. Holding my hair tightly he bent my head on to his hardness. My lips brushed against the huge blunt bulbous circumcised head of his manhood (supara).

I struggled to break his grip on my hair but could not. I was expecting his manhood to be smelly. But it was very fragrant, because he had used some men's perfume. I did not feel any revulsion. He had again come prepared for this encounter. I realized that he had planned my undoing very carefully. Mixed with the fragrance of the perfume was a strange musky male smell. I was now staring at his manhood very close to my mouth.

It seemed even bigger and harder, an instrument of the destruction of my female modesty. Unable to escape his hand forcing me on to his dick ( lund) I yielded. In the eye of his supara I saw a drop of sticky fluid.

I put out my tongue to flick the tip and he laughed and pressed it firmly against my tongue. I tasted that drop on my tongue. It was salty and tangy, almost like a raw egg. I was really shocked with myself for doing this. He relaxed his hold on my hair and brushed his monsterous, angry red supara against my lips. Then as my lips parted, he pushed his dickhead into my mouth and commanded me to suck it ('chusoo').

I started sucking this rock hard circumcised supara slowly. He began to slide his Lund in and out of my mouth leisurely taking his time to savor my lips that were forming a tight o around his deeply veined shaft. I had now come to terms with sucking his Lund. Taking his left hand off my hair he reached down to grasp my naked right breast.

Gripping my breast hard he was moving my head with his other hand. I started enjoying this new experience. He sensed it and increased the pace of his thrusting. I was also now sucking his circumcised Lund faster. I loved the feel of his rampant thick hardness surging in my mouth while his hand was fondling my breast.

Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth and asked me to lick his supara. It was wet and glistening with my saliva on it. I started to lick the huge knob. Instinctively I seemed to know what he wanted. My tongue teased the eye of his supara. Then my tongue traced the line of the veins along the side of his shaft. Coming back to the supara I ran my tongue along the ridge of his knob. He was now uncontrollably aroused.

Gripping my hair very tight he rammed his Lund in my mouth, thrusting cruelly. I submitted to it, enjoying his arousal. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked his Lund eagerly. He went deeper into my mouth right into my throat. I was breathless. Unable to breathe I gagged on this Muslim man's Lund now jammed against my throat. My face turned red as I was choking on it. Seeing my distress, he pulled back a bit.

Gulping for air I felt his Lund throbbing in my mouth. I was now breathing hard as he resumed pumping into my mouth in a frenzy. My lips were aching. I felt his Lund tremble and swell in my mouth. He suddenly grunted and threw back his head. His hips pressed into my face. Both his hands now gripped my head tight and I felt him flood my mouth with a warm, thick, sticky fluid- his cum (Maal). He kept cumming and cumming but his hold on my hair did not relax.

I realized I would have to swallow it all. I gulped and the Maal went down my throat. I kept gulping as he filled my mouth with his thick salty Maal. After a while he pulled out looking down at me. He ordered me to lick his shaft and clean it with my tongue. I did not even think of refusing being so much in his thrall. I held his Lund with one hand and bent over and licked it clean. He looked very pleased with himself as he squatted down beside me.

He put his hand on my naked shoulder and kissed me very possessively. We were not done that day. More awaited me. When I wanted to leave after that he didn't let me. He asked me to stay back for some time more. I had enjoyed taking Murtaza's Lund in my mouth even though it was my first time sucking a man's phallus. I had been aroused but I had not had an orgasm. So, I was more than willing to tarry a while.

As we sat there chatting Murtaza was playing with my breasts lazily. He also pulled up my saree, which was still draped over my hips and legs, up to my knees and put his hand under it. Slowly caressing my inner thighs, he also started kissing my breasts. I was getting very aroused. Without his asking me I reached out and gripped his Lund. He was semi hard but as my fingers stroked his shaft it started it started getting harder.

Then I leaned across to him and kissed the head of his manhood. He was quite surprised that I was willingly doing that without his prompting me. That aroused him even more. He pushed his hand deeper under my saree and petticoat and pulling aside my panty inserted his middle finger in my cunt. He touched my clitoris, tweaking it. I was very excited and took his Lund in my mouth. Sucking it and wrapping my tongue around it as he grunted. His Lund reared up getting very hard again and jerking in my mouth.

He pulled me off his Lund and rolled me over to kneel on all fours. Impatiently he hitched up my saree and petticoat over my waist baring my hips and buttocks. He practically tore off my panty. I was in a hurry too, to get it off. Looking back I put my hand behind me and grasped his Lund squeezing it and stroking it. For just a moment I turned back and kissed his Lund spreading my saliva on the big, circumcised head. His Lund was now slick and shiny, glistening as it reared up.

Eager now to be mounted I turned my back to him again. I wanted his Muslim Lund so much. But he did not do that. Instead, he rubbed the blunt moist supara against my labia teasing me with it. Suddenly he smacked me hard on my buttocks. I winced. My hips were swaying. I was impatient to feel his hardness entering me. He realized I was now simply expiring with desire.

With one swift thrust his supara lodged itself in the mouth of my cunt. I gasped as I felt its heat throbbing in my moistness. And then at last he thrust again sending his shaft surging into me. My back arched as I moaned with pleasure. Shamelessly I pressed my bum back, my body seeking the rock hard Lund of Murtaza. He was now pounding me hard. Thrusting, pulling back and then thrusting in hard again. I could not help it but I was moaning very loudly.

His big Muslim Lund was spearing me mercilessly as his hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. Then he slapped my buttocks hard reddening the cheeks. I felt like a bitch, knotted inside by his rampant Muslim Lund. I was caught in a vortex of sensual enjoyment, unrestrained, untrammeled, unbound. He was penetrating me cruelly, long thrusts followed by sharp, short digs.

His hands which were roaming all over my back, my flanks, my hips, my breasts as they swung. They roamed all over my quivering buttocks. He reached out to grab my hair and pull back my head. I turned my head back as he leaned over and we kissed, his tongue entering my mouth to entwine with my own. He bit my lips. Releasing my hair, he looked down between us to see himself entering the sheath of my womanhood framed by the moons of my bum cheeks.

My hair was loose, my head was twirling as his lust overwhelmed me. My release suddenly came upon me as wave after wave of pleasure swept over me, radiating from my womanhood now grasping the intruder hard. Murtaza had not cum. He continued surging and throbbing inside me. Then another wave of pleasure overtook my body, almost unbearable in it's intensity. Murtaza still did not find his release.

He kept relentlessly pumping his shaft inside me. Grinding into my buttocks his hips were jammed against me. He was kneading my swaying breasts. I wailed as a third orgasm washed over me. Shuddering in a final wave lubricity, my cunt was squeezing and wringing his Lund in one last twist. He still seemed intent on pounding me into submission, a sweet surrender. As I went limp, exhausted and satiated I felt him lunge into me so hard that I cried out and then I felt him throb, swell and spasm.

But I was surprised when he pulled out at that moment instead of flooding me with his cum. I felt empty as he withdrew his Lund. Then I felt the hot scalding sticky Maal hitting the mouth of my cunt and then all over my buttocks. He kept cumming a long time holding his Lund in his hand, spraying it all over my back in globs. Standing behind me he started spreading with his hands the thick sticky Maal which he had splashed all over my hips and bum. It was as though he was massaging me with his Maal in a symbolic gesture of possession, an act of occupation.

I was hardly able to clean myself there. I was afraid anyone seeing me would suspect something. But fortunately no one noticed when I got back home. I quickly had a bath and changed into fresh clothes even though I would have liked to have his cum all over me. It would have been an acknowledgement that I was his woman glorying in being possessed by him.

( To be continued)