A Milf of My Dreams – Part 2

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As she was about to leave the bed, I pulled her and planted a kiss while squeezing her 34D cups. She pulled my ears with a smug face. She asked if I would like to smoke. I nodded yes.

Anjali – I think you need to eat something before you devour your next target.

Me – Yes, but who is she?

Anjali (with a beautiful smile) – She will be revealed gradually.

I stayed on the bed; my cock was not done yet. Due to the effect of Viagra, it was still maintaining its stiffness, though it was wearing down with time. I gulped a bit of the old monk to quench my thirst. I could hear the utensils banging in her kitchen.

She came back naked and pulled a gown from her wardrobe. I was still looking at the fleshy curve that gave me a pleasure I could never forget. She took her phone with her. I was sniffing her bra while giving her a naughty look.

Anjali- I made a chicken sandwich this morning. (before I came to her place) Would you like that?

Me- Ya-ya, definitely.

She went back and came with two hot chicken sandwiches. She handed me the delicious sandwich. I was munching on them without even caring about her.

5–6 minutes later, her phone rang. She was sitting beside me, picked up the call, and answered, “OK, he is gathering proteins to fill you up.”

I was still in doubt. Who is she? Have I met her before? Will she be as good as Anjali? Is she her friend? How old is she? I, out of curiosity, asked her, How old is she?

Anjali: She is a bit older than me, has breasts as big as coconuts, is taller than me, and has two kids.

Me: So, when will I get to see her?

Anjali: There’s a catch. You don’t get to see her; she has a fantasy of being fucked by strangers, who will also never know who they fucked.

Me- What? No way. I need to know who she is.

Anjali- You have to guess. One hint. You have seen her, and you know her.

Me – It is Dipti, but isn’t she out with the two kids?

Anjali- Keep guessing.

The doorbell rang. It was hers. Anjali left to open the door, but before that, she pulled a scarf out and tied it to my eyes. I held my posture on the bed and stayed put.

I could hear giggles coming from the other side of the bedroom door. I was naked. I just had a blanket to cover my privates.

In my head, I was looking very foolish. I waited like that for another 10 minutes. My mind kept guessing and wondering who it could be. I was anxious and happy at the same time to be able to fuck two vaginas.

I heard footsteps approaching, but it was different; it had a ringing sound, the sound of anklets. It was obviously not Anjali. The door opened, and I heard Anjali speaking, “Make sure you guys enjoy it to the fullest.”

The door closed. I asked, “I know you don’t want to disclose your identity. But won’t it ignite more passion in me if I could know your stats?”

She came very near my cheeks and whispered, “The thing is, you have never heard me, but you have seen me. Keep guessing, and once you guess, then only you will be allowed to remove the scarf.”

Me- Sure, that’s a game I want to participate in. She pulled my blanket down. At that moment, Anjali came inside and asked us if we needed that half bottle of Old Monk.

The milf immediately replied, “Yes, please. I would like to have it before I fuck him.”

Anjali took a few sips while the milf started to kiss my chest. She had wet lips. She placed her hands on my shoulder and started to lick my neck and chest. It was sensual; I was getting aroused.

Anjali lit a cigarette and gave us a puff. Then Anjali kissed my cheeks and said, “I am arranging a full night for us. Don’t use all your energy on her.”

Anjali left the room, and I heard the door getting shut. While leaving, she said, “You have an hour; after that, he is mine.”

The milf started kissing me on the lips. She was sucking my lips. I reciprocated by kissing her thick lips. I had urges to bite her lips, though I controlled them.

After about 5–7 minutes, we broke the kiss. She sat on my lap. She was wearing bangles. Now, she took my hand and placed them on her hips. She was thick. She was heavy.

Me: Tell me your stats…

Milf—I don’t know. I wear a big bra to hold my jugs.

I thought about which one of Anjali’s friends or neighbours I had seen with big tits.

She continued – I have a big ass, a big virgin ass. I was last fucked about 2 years ago. I have two kids.

I started to pinch her hips. My palm rolled over her belly; her navel was deep, and she was moaning a bit. She had an aroma—a sweet one.

I asked her, What are you wearing?

Milf – Saree, blouse, and panty.

Me—No bra?

Milf—no, I came prepared. Anjali told me you can get aggressive in bed.

I laughed and nodded. My palms were reaching the base of the boobs. She didn’t resist. I asked her to remove the saree and sit on my lap. She immediately did. Now, I pulled the blouse down from the left shoulder and started to plant some kisses.

Her hair was not tied. I grabbed her hair with my right palm and pulled to assert my dominance. She placed her left hand on my hip and her right hand on my shoulder.

I was licking her neck and shoulder bone up to the sternum, where I felt her mighty cleavage pressing my tongue. I let go of her hair and put my right palm on my huge, big tits.

I gave her a squeeze, and she moaned. Both hands started to unhook her blouse from the front. She gasped, and I was kissing and licking her tits. I was searching for the areola, and I found it. It was pointy.

I started to suck on those. In the meantime, I pushed her on her back. I got on top of her. Her pointy areolas were being pinched, sucked, and flicked.

In this action, my blindfold scarf came a bit loose. I noticed she is not fair-skinned. She understood and readjusted my blindfold by saying, “No cheating, ok.” I just guessed she might be 36 D The bigger, the better.

I told her to open her pants and give them to me. She started blowing me with her sweet, honey-tasting mouth. My cock was throbbing inside her mouth’s warmth. Her pussy was filled with her aromas. She doesn’t seem to be good at giving blowjobs. So I held her head and adjusted my pace with her thrust.

After 10 minutes, I was ready to cum. She wanted to have a taste. I unloaded inside her mouth. I pulled her onto me. I rested my back on the bed frame, and she sat on my lap. She was grinding my cock as she was moving up and down.
She was dripping on me.

I held her tightly. She adjusted the tip of my cock. I pushed slightly by sitting. It was not going in. Her pussy was tight; she hadn’t used it for 2 years.

I touched the tip of my cock on her pussy and started rubbing. She remembered and put a condom on my cock. I asked her to kiss me. She leaned, her hair tinkled my chest, and I started to suck her tongue. As we were in this act, I pushed the tip of my cock.

She screamed but was contained due to my kissing. She was panting and gasping for air. I pushed the rest inside her. She pressed on my chest and let out a scream. I waited and asked her to remove the blindfold. She was hesitant. So I said, “You are the maid; your anklets, I know, game over.”

She removed the blindfold, tears of pain in her eyes. I was looking at her for the first time, totally naked. She was dusky, had a bit of oily hair, and had dark areolas and dark-shaved pussy. She was startled at the fact that I recognized her from the anklet.

Later, I got to know she was 36DD-32-34. She was fuck-worthy. She was starved for fuck. She looked mesmerizing. She had vermillions on her forehead, which means she was cheating on her husband with me. Or there was something devious cooking between her and Anjali.

I had always had a thing for busty maids; I wanted to have this kind of figure in my bed.

I asked her, “Where is Anjali?”

“She left, saying she would be back within an hour, and if we were done, she asked me to leave.”

Me: That’s fine. Why did you want to have sex with me?

“I always wanted you for myself, but she also had her eyes on you. I knew in front of her I would never have a chance. So I asked her permission. She said she would get it done.”

I felt a bit tricked, but I enjoyed it thoroughly. I wanted more. It was thrilling. Without saying much, I kept my cock inside her tight pussy and leaned onto her. I made her lay on her back, positioned myself between her knees, and started to slow fuck her.

I asked her, “Did you and Anjali share a sexual partner before?”

She: No, but she is very frank with me. So, we talk about guys and their manhood. She had also gifted me a vibrator for my pleasure.

It was something very new to me. I never knew the owner of a lavish apartment and her maid could be this close. Among all these clustered thoughts, I was still going on with my rhythm. Unknowingly or knowingly, she had matched the slow rhythm. She was moving her palms over my bare back.

She was enjoying it. She was holding on to me. I asked her if she had a husband, then why me?

She said, “My husband goes to prostitutes because, for him, sex is just his pleasure. No, after knowing this, I don’t let him have sex with me. He doesn’t abuse me or anything. He doesn’t love me anymore, but I have my needs.”

I kept talking and slow-fucking her in missionary style. We were breathing on each other’s shoulders while talking. I told her that it was my biggest fetish to fuck a maid at my place. She asked whether I had a girlfriend or not.

I didn’t have it then, so I told her, No, I don’t.

She said, “Keep this pace; push more but slowly. I need it.”

I pushed more of my penis in; her pussy was deep. Her pussy muscles were squeezing my cock. It was hot and wet.

We kept on having slow sex for about 20 minutes. Then, I increased my speed. She started moaning. I pinned both her hands to the bed, and I started ramming her hot, wet pussy.

I wanted to fuck her in doggy style, so I made her positioned on the bed. I was now standing and ramming her. After 5 minutes, she couldn’t hold on to her knees, so she cummed and fell.

I wanted her more than ever. I unwrapped another piece of condom and rolled on my cock. This would decrease my sensitivity and keep me for a long time.

She (gasping): Did the first one tear?

Me: Not yet. I want to have you for a long time. Do you have a problem with that?

She: No, sir, make me yours. Stamp your authority on me.

Hearing this made me unravel my inner monster. I jumped on her back and kept ramming. She was tired, and I was not stopping, nor did she want me to stop.

All of a sudden, my phone buzzed. There was a photo text on my phone from Anjali. She was shopping for lingerie. Her lingerie was satin brown with the caption, “Want to seal the deal tonight? I am also bringing chocolates and condoms.”

I replied, “Sure, babe.”

As I had my phone in my hand, I took a few pictures of the bare back of the maid. She didn’t object. I showed her and asked, “Can I get a front view?”

She: No, please. You can see me from now on whenever you want. Don’t click on my front-side picture.

I obliged to her request and increased the pace of fucking her. She was gasping for air, panting, and so was I. I was tired, too. My legs were feeling weak. My cock was about to give up the love potion. I grunted and cum in the condom inside her pussy.

I fell on the bed on her right side and cuddled her. She turned towards me, my eyes were closed, she kissed my closed eyelids, and I smiled.

She said, “I need to leave. When will I get you again, Rounak?”

Me: My house is not far from here. You can come over.

She stood up and started to wrap herself up in her saree. I stood up, got close to her, and started to move my palm around her ass. She had her blouse still untied.

I took a pen from the penstand and wrote my phone number on the cleavage of the maid. (till this time, I didn’t know her name). She was tired, though she had to leave. Apparently, that was the order from her Anjali didi.

I told her to call me. If she is interested, I don’t mind even paying her if she has to skip work to have me in bed.

The maid will return. Till then, stay tuned, keep fingering, keep masturbating, and keep having safe sex.

Any unsatisfied milf, divorcee, thick, or busty lady wants to have some discrete fun. Contact me at [email protected].

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