Karachi family

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Alia’s father, mr ali tahir, was an impressive looking man. He was a 6 ft 2 giant; light brown with broad shoulders and bright grayish blue eyes. He kept his head shaved and allowed his beard to grow as long as it wanted. It hung from the chin of his fifty three year old face, in a wiry grey black uncontrolled way. He owned and ran, a small chemists shop in the hyderi market near his home. This silent man, in his starched white shalwar kamiz suit, and white namaz ke topi (skull cap) was held in respect by all who knew him.

Today, he stood behind the counter of his shop and examined the prescription the lady in front of him had just handed him. He knew the woman casually. She had become a regular in the market and was often in his shop buying cosmetics or other items.

He had watched her enter the shop, in a tight shinny blue suit with a black dupatta around her head. Her face heavily made up with dark red lip stick and black eye liner.

She handed ali the prescription and looked over the cosmetics display counter.

Ali knew what she was from the moment he first saw her swing her hips provocatively and smile coyly in the market. Any doubts he may have had, were silenced by the sight of her slowly walking along the side of the road and getting into various cars as they stopped beside her. She was a prostitute. Everyone said she was….

Ali could smell the heavy scent of her perfume and see from the low cut neckline and the points her nipples made in her suit, that she was braless. In her profession, what use was a bra really?

“beta” ali said “yeh app ki parchi hai?” (child is this your prescription)

She seemed momentarily startled by being called “child” but nodded.

Ali looked into her face and guessed that her age was probably in the late twenties. Not a bad looking woman. Really.

Ali reached for the medicines listed and handed them to her. He stared at her full breasts as she searched in her purse for the money. She seemed to sense him watching her and moved to give him a better view of her breasts, leaning forward as she handed him the money. Ali looked out at the street and licked his lips as he asked her how much.

She allowed her fingers to touch his hand as she said “kya chaiyee? Short time ya full night’ (what do you want?)

Ali felt his lund with his hand and said “short time” they agreed a price and he told her come back in half an hour as he was closing. He watched ass as she left the shop. He had closed the shop and was waiting inside, when he saw her climb out of a car and stroll casually towards the market. She was pushing something into her handbag as she walked. Flashing a smile as a motorcyclist nearly hit a stopped car as he turned to whistle at her.

She came in and he closed the shutters of the shop.

Money exchanged, he pulled her small hot body into his arms and ran his hands over her back, ass and breasts as he licked and kissed her neck.

“achaa bhai sahib” she laughed “achi baat hai time kyun zaiya kar raha ho?” (ok, dear sir, why waste time”).

“bhai sahib nahi…..cha-cha bolo” (not dear sir…….., uncle) ali panted as he pressed his hard cock against her stomach. He had to bend his knees to press it against her that way. She was only 5 ft and he was 6 ft 2.

She understood at once.

Ali pulled her kamiz off and kneeling down began to man handle and suck her breasts. His hands tugging her shalwar down as he reached round to her naked ass and squeezed. She had been without panties. He made her lie down on the floor in front of the counter on a card board box he had collapsed to make a makeshift bed. He was not so cruel as to expect her to lie down on a cold tiled floor. He then removed his starched white kamiz (shirt and pulled his vest off. His chest covered in a thick grey black carpet of hair and his pot belly popping over the waist of his shalwar (trousers). Standing up he quickly untied the nara of his shalwar, and pulled them off. He stood a moment and looked down at the well filled out body of the rundi (whore) lying on the card board at his feet. His thick long lund twitched in approval eager to get into action and slam into her shaved pussy. The girl widened her eyes as she saw his tool for the first time. “aram sai ……cha-cha” (be gentle uncle) she asked in a timid voice. She was she really acting the part

He wondered how many lunds had been in her since morning. Two, three a dozen? She was someone’s daughter… just as alia and nabila were his daughters.

“kiya naam hai tumhara?” (what’s your name?) He asked pulling on his man meat as he licked his lips in anticipation.

“kiya naam chahiyee…cha-cha?”(what name do you want uncle) she asked seductively leaning back on the card board and sliding a leg slowly up and down the other.

“alia!” He said without stopping to think why he chose that name.

Reaching for a box of condoms he quickly unsealed one and slipped it on to his throbbing 8 inch cock.

Ali got down between her open legs and watched as she pulled the hairless folds of her choot apart, giving him a clear view of the pink flesh inside. Taking hold of his cock, he aimed the head at the offered opening and pushed it in. Then putting her feet on his shoulders he leaned forward and slammed his lund savagely into her.

She gasped and said “aaram say ….” (take it easy!)

He fucked her hard for few minutes, getting his cock deep into her hot box with each stroke. Her choot was well used to lund but ali still felt it grip his thick cook tightly. Not too tight but the girl was certainly making the right noises…. “cha-cha…..itna bara lund hai tumhara’ (uncle you cock is so big) she said in a sweet voice.

“alia” he asked, his eyes closed “car main koon tha?”(who was in the car?) He squeezed her fat ass in his large strange hands, his fingers reaching for the deep gap between her buttocks as his prick pumped in and out of her …

Cha-cha woh…woh dost tha” (uncle…he ….he was a friend) she answered

“nahi… Dost nahi…. Larka tha ….” (no he was not a friend he was a boy) he corrected his fingers finding her butt hole…

“ha larka tha cha-cha….” (yes a boy) she played along

Ali pictured her in the car beside a young man, her legs spread wide as he rubbed her pussy as he drove … “”tum say kiya kaam tha?” (what did he want with you?) He asked sending his cock in and out of her wet, hot cunt. He imagined her on her back in the back of the car, the man between her open legs, fucking the shit out of her…

“oh cha-cha” she whined “usnay muhj say batamizzy ki” (oh uncle…he was so rude to me). She moved her legs off his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist, moving her ass up to meet each thrust of his hips.

“kiya kia usney?” (what did he do?) Ali asked, squeezing one of her fat breasts and thinking of alia’s large melon like tits

“mare mamme dabayah aur phir…..” (he squeezed my breasts and then…) she said knowing from the way he throbbed in her that he was feeling turned in by it. “phir!?” Ali snorted taking a large nipple in his fingers and squeezing. “phir alia?” He demanded imagining her breasts being squeezed by a young man as he watched them shake and wobble under him…

“phir usnay maira haat apna lund pai rakha aur bola… dubao’ (then he put my hand on his cock and told me to squeeze it…) she said squeezing her legs tightly around his waist. “phir kiya?” (then what) ali asked

“phir usnay apna haat meri tangey ke beach main dalke, meri choot sai khaila ungli kay sath” (then he pushed his hand between my legs and played with my pussy with his long strong fingers…) she said “phir usney mujh ko petchli seat pai push kia aur meri shalwar utari aur meri choot main apna lund dhala… Aur zor say choda mujh ko” (then he made me get in the back seat and pulled my trousers down and then, he put his cock in me and fucked me hard…) she whispered hotly.

“maza aiya app ko?” (you liked it?) Ali demanded, his balls slapping against her ass as he fucked her faster. This fantasy was making him want to screw like a teenager nahi cha-cha…mujh ko bohat taklef howe” (no cha-cha …it hurts so much ….) She whined. “lakin… ab maza aiye ….aiye nna? Jhoot matt bolu… Daddy ko such such battao….. Alia” (but you liked it right… don’t lie alia… tell daddy the truth….)

The small chemist shop was now filled with the sounds of ali heaving and panting as he pumped the girl harder and faster.

“haan daddy…bohat maza aiye….lakin app ka lund uskay lund say zaiyda lumba aur chura hai…app ka lund say…bohat maza hai!”(oh yes daddy i loved it… but you cock is longer and thicker then his and your cock gives great pleasure) she answered, experience telling her that he was ready to cum.

“kiya usnay under manni chore thi” (did he cum in you) ali asked very close now…

“jee…under dhala tha…..tum be dhalo daddy…alia kay under apne manni dhal“(yes…he put it in me…you also cum in me daddy…cum in alia!) She panted and begged. It was all he needed and he came. Filling the condom in her hot wet well used pussy full of his seed as he thought of alia with her legs around his waist panting and sighing under him….

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