I wove a lengthy tale of staying overnight at a friend's place to placate my ever-inquiring mother-in-law. The story involved my friend, Shalini, who'd graciously agreed to play her part if ever called upon. Perhaps it was my keen intuition, or maybe it was an act of sheer self-preservation, but we'd decided to exit the house a bit early. We thought it would divert suspicion more convincingly if our departure didn't coincide with the onset of twilight, a time that's often associated with mischievous plans.
Bidding our goodbyes at the door, we set off for lunch. As I laid out our plan for the day, I suggested that we leave the car in the underground parking lot at Palika Bazaar. I was to meet with Dara Singh's assistant later in the day, and that seemed like the perfect ruse to escape the overbearing scrutiny of my mother-in-law.
Unfortunately, Shalini's boyfriend derailed our plans by summoning her prematurely, leaving me alone to navigate the crowded bazaars. It wasn't long before I found myself retreating from the bustling city market back to the comfort of my car, with the intention of losing myself in the harmonious sanctuary of my playlist.
What I didn't anticipate was the familiar face that greeted me as I descended into the basement. The shopkeeper, a man I'd bumped into before, was there clinging to his cigarette as if it were his lifeline. A sly grin spread across his face as he recognized me.
"Hey, madam," he drawled. "Enjoying Dara? Any problem?"
The audacity of his question made my cheeks flush. Grateful for his solitude in the basement, I managed to stammer out a response.
"It was good, no problems."
My timely cross past him was intended as a bridge to exit the conversation, but he seemed far too interested in following me to catch my drifting words. Like an unwanted shadow, he persisted, throwing questions my way.
"Are you here for another CD? I thought Dara's company would surpass any digital amusement," he continued, raising an eyebrow.
Desperate to shake him off, I spun another tale. "No, no, it's nothing like that. I simply had some errands around here."
"Hey madam, why are you so angry? Tell me, how was it? Did you enjoy it, or not?" he questioned abrasively.
His audacity shocked me, but I chose not to dignify his question with a response. Instead, I pressed on, trying to use the teeming marketplace as a shield from his unrelenting prying.
"Acha madam, tell me when are you going to Dara's?" he questioned again, more fervently. I kept my lips sealed, continuing on my path, hoping that silence would hint at my disinterest in whatever he was peddling.
To my relief, he pulled his cell phone out and stopped tailing me. I breathed a sigh of relief and made my way to my car, and promptly locked myself within the metal fort. Just as I was about to sigh in peace, an ominous knock startled me.
I glanced and saw the shopkeeper grinning at me through the window. I hesitantly rolled the window down.
"Why are you bothering me?" I asked, a mix of concern and irritation looming over my words.
His grin remained irksome. "Hey madam, what exactly is bothering you? I just want to have a conversation."
He pressed further, "madam, you did not mention if you are visiting Dara today?"
Caught off guard, I blushed and didn't know what to say, leaving my mouth agape in surprise. The planted smirk returned to his face.
"What's there to be ashamed of, madam? I just spoke to Dara and he said you would be visiting him today. I mentioned that day too, it's a human necessity, why the embarrassment?"
His blatant audacity, the smirk glued to his face, every detail started to frustrate me. I just had to ask him. "What do you want?"
He nonchalantly retorted, "Madam, am I not a human? I have my needs, too. I just want fuck your pussy." He paused, looking at me in a way that made my skin crawl. He had taken a step too far.
"Please leave me alone," I demanded, stammering over every word.
He dismissed my plea, implying that since he introduced me to Dara, he deserved the same favour, as well.
"Enough", I warned, "if you don't leave now, I will call the police."
"Okay. Here is my mobile phone. Call, madam. Get a report written, madam. Then your family members will also come to the police station and I will tell them everything."
"No, don't call the police, just go away!" However, that didn't seem to dissuade him, as he kept on leaning on my open window, with a smirk etched on his repugnant face.
"See, madam..." he began, his voice calm yet firm, "I am talking to you very respectfully, but you seem resistant. You leave me no choice but to escalate this conversation." His eyes hardened as he continued, "I won't hesitate to find your address. I'll find your family and reveal everything to them. It's your decision now."
Startled by his direct threat, I felt cornered, my privacy at risk. After thinking over the situation and understanding the weight of his words, I had to concede. I couldn't risk my family finding out about this unusual encounter.
"Fine," I sighed, resigned. "Do what you need to do."
Quick as a cat, he leaned forward, his arm snaking into the car. His hand shot up my shirt, past my bra, rubbing against my skin.
"There we go," he said, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Now you're making sense."
Taken aback by his audacity, I barked out, "In the parking lot? Are you mad?"
He was acting as if being only a visitor was inconsequential. The man only laughed. "We're in the basement," he responded nonchalantly, waving his hand towards the dimly lit surroundings. "Nobody comes here. Don't worry-- join me in the back seat quickly."
The parking lot was unusually dark that particular evening. I usually parked my car on the basement level, as it made for better long-term parking, and I would only be returning the next day. Given the scarce lighting and the situation at hand, I felt compelled to comply. Regardless of my growing trepidation, I had no other options. I obeyed his command, hole-and-corner, into the clandestine depths of the dimly lit parking lot. The empty echoes of the hidden basement whispered nothing of comfort, yet I had no choice but to face the uncertainty and acquiesce to this strange intruder's demands.
As I got out of the car, he removed his hand from my shirt, and I entered the back seat of the car, where he followed behind me. My car windows were tinted dark so that also helped. He entered and closed the door behind him. I was looking outside the car in all directions to see whether anyone was there or not when the shopkeeper said, "There is no one here, Madam, take off your shirt."
He then started to take my shirt off, and then took off my bra with ease, whereupon he started to suck on my boobs. He pushed me against the car door with all his weight and just started to eat my boobs like a starving pig. He used his teeth to bite my pink nipples which made me shout, and made him smile. He switched from one boob to the other, time after time, and in the middle of switching, he put his tongue in my mouth and kissed me with all his power, and made me taste the pathetic cheap pan masala he used to chew.
He then also took my skirt and panties off. He stared at me with wide eyes and I could see the lust in his eyes. He pushed me back against the door and opened my legs. My legs were up in the air and my feet were touching my car's roof. He bent down and started to eat my pussy with all his might. I began to enjoy that and then my moaning started. Hearing me moan, he put one finger inside my wet pussy and started to finger me.
My moaning got louder, and then he said, "Wow, you are a big slut."
After some more fingering, he stopped and took off his pants and sat on the seat with his dick upright. It was a very hairy dick, as usual, and the one-eyed monster was staring at me. Without him saying anything, I grabbed the dick and put it in my mouth as I was really hungry for it. I sucked it so hard that the shopkeeper started to moan, as he held my head and pushed it further down on his dick.
He grabbed my hair and fucked my mouth for some time, and then he said, "I think it's time to put this big dick inside you now." He then put his dick in my pussy, and started to fuck me very hard. I screamed and shouted as I was getting too much pleasure. He kept on fucking me like a madman, and it went on for some time. When he was about to cum he said, "You're my big slut now, and no one will ever know what happened here."
After a while, he got really excited and hard and pulled me by my hair and made me lie down on the seat on my side. He got behind me and slid his dick into my pussy from the back. He started to fuck me really hard and I could feel the car rocking. I just imagined what someone would think if they saw it. I had never had car sex before and the thought of me being fucked in the center of downtown Delhi, in a car, by a stranger, made me really horny and wet; I started to respond to his fucking even more.
He then got on top of me and fucked me more and more and more. After a while, he was ready to cum and sprayed the cum all over my body, and then just fell on top of me. We didn't move for a while, as we were both exhausted. He then moved to take a seat next to me, and asked me to clean his dick by licking it. I obeyed him and started to lick his dick.
He then said, "By God, what a pussy you have--so delicious. I feel like fucking it all day."
I looked at him with his dick in my mouth, and gave him a smile. I was feeling very comfortable by then, and was very horny. But I hadn't orgasmed yet, and hence, said, "Then who is stopping you? Fuck me more."
