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.
