Superb update....so much sexual tention between them.... can't wait for next one...
.do not Sonarika surrender herself so easily to nawaz
.do not Sonarika surrender herself so easily to nawaz
Nawaz woke first to find himself facing Sonarika. The sight of her asleep -- with the morning light on her face and her red-brown hair spilled all over the pillow -- made his pain over getting fired fade away. He'd never seen anyone so beautiful. No matter what had happened, life was good waking up to the sight of her. Even if nothing ever happened between then, he had this moment. He sat there just watching her for a few minutes. And then, her eyelids fluttered to reveal those deep green eyes. And she smiled at him.
"Good morning," she said with a sheepish grin. "Feeling better?"
He nodded. Sonarika became keenly aware of how close their faces were and how tightly their bodies were pressed against one another in the small single bed. She bit her lip as she remembered the night before and the confused feelings that had been pouring through her. But she didn't dare speak and possibly ruin the moment.
"Sonarika ..."
"Nawaz, I ..."
She trailed off and looked away. Without thinking about what he was doing, Nawaz put a trembling hand up and gently touched her face. She closed her eyes and leaned her face into the caress, her months-long inhibitions starting to melt. His hand felt so strong against her. She began to tremble as well.
"You look ... so beautiful in the morning," he managed to get out, his heart pounding.
All of Sonarika's confusion from the night before went up in a puff of smoke at those words. She knew as certainly as she'd ever known anything what her feelings were. And it wasn't about sexual frustration or quarantine or anything else. A tear came out of her eye. She leaned forward.
Their lips touched tentatively. And then it was like dry kindling exploding into flame. Within moments, they were kissing like long-lost lovers who had not seen each other in years. Sonarika was almost immediately overwhelmed by the passion of it. No one had ever kissed her with this kind of intense desire, as though he wanted to devour her. It was everything she had imagined it could be.
"Oh, God, I've wanted this for so long," Nawaz managed to say between kisses.
"Me too," she replied, finally letting her desire into her heart.
Time slowed down. It felt like they lay there kissing for hours in the warm morning, occasionally whispering sweet nothings or laughing in pure relief. It was Sonarika who eventually took Nawaz's hand and pulled it up to her breasts, which were starting to ache with need.
Once his hand closed in on their fleshy reality, it was like something was unleashed in him. He aggressively rolled on top of Sonarika. Her legs parted, pulling her short skirt to her waist, allowing him to grind heavily against her. She moaned as her pussy finally began to get the attention it had so desperately needed after all these long months.
"Don't be gentle with me, big boy," she whispered into his ear. "I want this. I want you."
Sonarika helped him peel off her tight shirt, revealing her lacy white bra. Nawaz took a moment to drink in the sight of her formidable bustline and the way it perfectly filled out the bra. And the he bent down and began to kiss the tops of her big tits, slowly working his way down until he was kissing her hard nipples through the fabric while gently squeezing the more-than-handfuls.
Sonarika moaned in response. Her breasts were quite sensitive and she loved the gentle but aggressive way he was treating them. He was being aggressive enough to show how much she turned him on but not so much that he was hurting her. She arched her back, pushing a nipple into his mouth and making them look even bigger. And she cried out when he pulled down the lacy material and began to kiss and lick them in earnest. She reached back and undid the three hooks of her bra and let Nawaz ease it off her.
Nawaz's memory had not done her justice. Sonarika's breasts were not just big, they were perfectly shaped and just heavy enough to let him know they were real. Sonarika wriggled at his delighted unabashed admiration and then moaned when he began kissing and fondling them again. Tension began to build in her vagina and she wondered if he could make her cum just from this.
Nawaz began kissing his way down her belly and Sonarika tensed in anticipation of where he was going. She had imagined him going down on her so many times and giving her the kind of pleasure she'd imagined but never experienced. Now it was going to happen and she was ready for it in every possible way.
But he was in no rush and spent a gloriously long time exploring her body. He'd always found her soft belly to be one of her most appealing features and there was not a square inch he did not caress or kiss on his way down. He even placed a small kiss on her monitor, which made Sonarika giggle even as she was becoming more aroused.
The attention only made Sonarika's need grow more intense, to the point where she wanted to push his head down so that he would finally satisfy her blossoming need. He got to her skirt and pushed it up. He began kissing his way up and down her thighs and Sonarika groaned as her anticipation built. He was getting close to her pussy, which now ached with need. She was loving every second of it.
Nawaz breathed on her pussy and Sonarika moaned. Then he slowly began kissing her through her panties. Bur rather than sate her desire, it only stimulated it.
"No," she moaned. "Don't tease me like that."
But he continued to tease her, licking and kissing her everywhere except her needy clit, slowly mapping out her most sensitive and responsive areas. She writhed on the bed, trying to angle her hips up into him. She grasped his head, trying to force him to the right place. But he held her hips down and continued to torment her. And Sonarika's need built and built.
Finally, he moved back and let go of her hips. He roughly grabbed the straps of her panties. Sonarika instinctively raised her ass off the bed and he tugged them over her big hips and down her legs. He took a moment to look at her unveiled pussy. Her lips were wet and her clitoris was throbbing just south of her reddish-brown pubic hair. Sonarika groaned at feeling her smoldering cunt exposed to the air.
Nawaz couldn't hold back anymore and began kissing and licking her pussy, working his way up to her hard little clit. Sonarika cried out softly as her brother was in the next room. In her dreams and fantasies, he'd been good at oral sex and now he was making them all come true. She'd had boyfriends go own on her but only as foreplay. And she rarely came from it. Nawaz was eating her out as though it were the only thing on his mind. And the need that had been building all morning was focusing down to an intense climax.
Nawaz had always loved going down on women. But he'd never found such an instant chemistry with a partner. He wasn't even thinking about it, going on instinct, letting her body tell him what it wanted. And her moans and squeaks of pleasure were making him unbelievably hard.
Sonarika gently put her hands on his head to encourage him. Her hips began to roll and jerk with anticipation. Her breath became erratic. She tried to hold back the climax and savor the moment. But Nawaz was relentless, aggressively kissing and sucking on her clit, finding the most sensitive areas of her lips, getting better at pleasing her with each passing moment.
"You're going to make me cum," she moaned.
Her words spurred him to attack her pussy with even greater ferocity. She gasped as she lost control and her orgasm began bearing down on her like a freight train. She bit her lip to keep from screaming as it exploded through her body. She thrashed on the bed as waves of pleasure erupted from her pussy. Nawaz kept going but it was too intense and she had to push him away. She lay there for a full minute as her body slowly came down off it high. Nawaz could only watch, enjoying the sight he'd wanted to see for so long.
When she finally recovered and her beautiful eyes opened again, Nawaz lay on top of her, his big cock pressing against her mons. And they kissed slowly and lingeringly.
"I don't think I've ever cum that hard," she said with a slight laugh.
"I try."
"Everyone tries. You're amazing. Where'd you learn to do that?"
"From you. Just listening to your body."
She wriggled against him. His cock felt enormous against her and her body was already getting ready for more. She didn't think she'd ever been this wet. She pulled him close.
"I need you inside me," she whispered into his ear. She thrilled as Nawaz's body jolted against her. She looked him in the eyes, saw the delight there and nodded.
Without another word, she rolled Nawaz onto his back. She helped him pull off his shirt and pants, leaving him in a pair of boxers that were obscenely distorted. She lay on her side and kissed him as she reached into his underwear. His cock felt impossibly thick.
"You're a big boy, aren't you?"
He nodded giddily.
"I've never had a big one before," she said, beginning to stroke him. Nawaz moaned.
"You'll have to take it easy on me," she cooed. "At least, at first. I'm just a little thing, after all. And it's been so long. Maybe you won't fit coz I'm a virgin."
"I'll make it fit," he growled. He reached down and peeled down his boxers. Sonarika felt something massive against her bare thigh.
"Is that a third leg," she giggled. "Or are you just happy to see me?"
"I'm always happy to see you," he said as his hands returned to caressing her body. Sonarika closed her eyes and moaned. She loved the way he touched her -- gentle, but aggressive. She rolled back onto him and ground against his big cock as her arousal grew again. Her pussy began to feel empty, needing to be filled.
Sonarika finally looked down and gasped at what she saw. Her memory had not done justice to Nawaz's thick nine-inch cock. She slid down on the bed until she was face-to-face with it.
"That is a big cock," she giggled. "How was your little ex able to walk after taking that?"
Sonarika began stroking his big erection, fascinated by its ridiculous size. She bent down and licked it. But the big head would barely fit into her mouth. She kissed and licked along the sides, savoring every inch.
Nawaz began to moan. He wasn't used to this kind of attention. Only Neha had ever attacked his cock with such enthusiasm and she hadn't been as skilled. He closed his eyes and lay back, his head still spinning that this was actually happening.
For a few minutes, Sonarika continued her attentions. Nawaz's balls began to get heavy with cum as she teased his release. He wanted to hold out so that they could have sex, but she was pushing him closer and closer to an enormous eruption. He clenched against the bed as he resigned himself to cumming in her talented mouth.
But Sonarika couldn't take it any longer. She would have loved to make him cum this way but she desperately needed to be filled. She sat up and stripped off her skirt, leaving herself completely naked. And then she climbed up on her new lover.
"I need you inside me," she said.
Nawaz's eyes lit up. She looked so beautiful aroused. Her face was flushed, her eyes glowing, her deep breaths made her big tits rise and fall. He put his hands on her full hips and savored the curve to her narrow waist.
"I think I've wanted you since I met you," was all he could say.
"I know," she answered.
Sonarika lined her soaked pussy up with his massive cock. She shuddered as the big head touched her lips. She'd never taken anything close to this big. She was both thrilled and nervous. She rubbed him back and forth against the lips of her pussy, letting a little bit slip between them, her wetness coating his swollen glans.
Nawaz groaned. He had dreamt about this moment for so long. He couldn't believe it was about to happen. Sonarika had gotten him so close and he worried that he might blow the second he was inside her. But the feeling was too exquisite to ignore. He tried to think about something else to delay his climax, but nothing could distract him from the reality that he was about to have sex with this goddess.
Finally, she pushed down. She gasped as her pussy blossomed open to accommodate his girth. She paused for a moment, letting her vagina adjust to him, rocking back and forth, slowly letting a little bit more in. She stopped again after taking half his cock, feeling more full than she ever had in her life. The sensation was unbelievably intense.
"Is it too big?" asked Nawaz.
"Yes," said Sonarika hurriedly. "It's great. I just ... need to get used to you. Like I said, it's been a long time. And you are way bigger than anyone else i known. As a matter of fact, I've never had sex before."
She began to slowly ride him, moaning as his fat penis stimulated every little bit of her pussy and ground against her clit. She realized there was no such thing as a casual encounter with Nawaz. This cock meant business. She felt his head against her cervix and jumped a bit.
"Is it OK if I can't take all of you?" asked Sonarika between gasps.
"Yeah," said Nawaz. "It's fucking great."
She giggled slightly. For a moment, it was so ridiculous, the idea that she was having sex with this 48 year old man and his horse cock. Her brother was a few feet away from her in the next bedroom, and here she was having sex with a man who was twice her age. But as the discomfort gave way to pleasure and the pleasure began to build, she realized it wasn't silly. It was really good.
"I think ... I think I like your cock," she said. Her body began to relax though the pelvis and she slid down a bit further. She was enjoying the stretching sensation, enjoying being so full. It felt animalistic.
Within minutes, it began to feel amazing. She was now riding his entire length, posting up and down, letting all but a few inches out and then pushing back down. The stimulation through her entire pussy was unbelievable.
"Nawaz," she moaned. "You have no idea how good this feels."
Nawaz could barely speak. Sonarika's pussy felt amazing -- unbelievably tight but wet and yielding. The way she seemed to pull him in, the way her pussy squeezed every inch of him. And, of course, the sight of this beautiful woman riding him, eyes closed with pleasure. The sound of her voice moaning and cooing. This was everything he'd wanted for months. It was even better than he'd dreamed because he was fucking her in her own house with her brother sitting in the next bedroom.
"You have no idea how good *this* feels," Nawaz managed to grunt out.
Sonarika grinned and began riding him harder and harder as her excitement built. She was now rolling her hips to press his massive cock against her most sensitive areas. And when Nawaz put his fingers between her legs to simultaneously stimulate her clit, she almost screamed with arousal.
"You're going to make me cum again," she moaned. "I'm going to cum so hard for you."
She felt like she was losing control, that Nawaz's big cock and talented fingers were making it impossible not to cum. Her hips were moving of their own accord, working his massive cock back and forth, instinctively pushing her toward an explosive climax. She closed her eyes as she rushed toward the falls again.
Nawaz could barely hold on as she rode him with absolute abandon. He'd fantasized about this exact moment for so long and she as far more beautiful and far sexier than even his wildest imaginations. It was only his surprise that kept him from cumming.
She suddenly stopped riding him and her eyes went wide. And then she bit down a cry as her orgasm came crashing down around her, her pussy convulsing over Nawaz's big penis. Nawaz pulled her close and began thrusting up into her. And this time she did cry out as the feeling became overwhelmingly intense.
"Oh my ... you ... Nawaz!"
Waves of painful pleasure rolled through her body. She shook with ecstasy. And just when she thought she couldn't take any more, she came down off the mighty wave into a warm hazy bliss. She collapsed against him, barely aware of his hands caressing her and his still-hard cock making slow gentle thrusts deep into her, dragging out the denouement.
After a minute, she opened her eyes and she took a deep breath. She kissed Nawaz over and over again and then put her face against his and laughed.
"Wow. If I'd known you'd make me cum like that, I'd have climbed on you months ago."
Without a word, Nawaz rolled her over. He resumed, making long deep strokes into her, each of which made her shake. Despite her exhaustion, Sonarika moaned with delight. The way his boy-like wonder turned into naked animal aggression so quickly sent her excitement rocketing back up. This was what she'd wanted for so long: to just be taken without mercy like she was a bitch in heat. She didn't feel like another orgasm was possible but she was loving this, feeling a mixture of intensity and pleasure that was just shy of pain. It was like a continuous mid-level climax. No man had ever dominated her like this and she loved it.
Nawaz had never been this aroused. His entire being was focused on their frantic coupling, heightening every sensation. The way her pussy squeezed him, the way her big tits jiggled with every thrust, the way her arms and legs wrapped around him, the way her big hips took everything he had to give, her little moans of encouragement. His cock began to fill, like he was ready to burst in her. But he couldn't slow down, he was so lost in the moment.
She pulled him in close and he slowed the frenetic pace.
"I've wanted this for a long time too," she whispered into his ear.
"Really?"
She giggled slightly. "Really. I didn't realize it until this morning. But this is exactly what I wanted."
Nawaz kissed her again, savoring the exquisite taste of her lips.
"I never thought this would happen," he said, kissing her on the face. "But it's even better than I imagined. You're better than I imagined."
"Cum inside me," she whispered. "I want your cum inside me."
"You're not on the pill," he said.
"It's OK, I'm in my safe time. Fill me up. Don't even think about it."
Those words made Nawaz go almost wild, thrusting his big cock as hard and as deep as he could into his beautiful lover. And if Sonarika had thought he was fucking her hard before, she was mistaken. Sonarika was climaxed out but the sensations still felt amazing. She felt a warm happiness knowing she was pleasing him, that he found her so arousing, that she had elicited such an animalistic response from him. She stuffed her panties in her mouth as Nawaz started fucking her harder and harder.
"I made that big thing so hard," she thought with a grin. "And I'm going to make it cum."
His thrusts changed as he passed the point of no return, becoming almost frantic. His cock was so full it was like it was going to explode. Her excitement rose again as she knew she had no choice now; Nawaz was going to inseminate her whether she wanted him to or not. She pulled his head close and whispered into his ear.
"Do it. cum inside me. I'm yours."
With a final grunt, he pushed all the way inside her and let go. He gasped as the biggest load of his life surged through his cock and into the girl of his dreams. He felt like it would never end.
Sonarika grinned in satisfaction as his cock twitched and fired inside her, depositing rope after rope of thick semen against her cervix. Her body responded instinctively, moving her hips to allow him deeper, pulling him closer with her legs, squeezing every last drop out of him. The sounds of their fucking slowed but intensified as his abundant semen began to overflow and leak from her overstuffed pussy. Little rivulets ran over her ass and onto the bed.
"I'm his woman," Sonarika thought. "I'm his woman and he's trying to get me pregnant."
And then her own body surprised her by having one last orgasm. Not as intense as the ones earlier, but more a slow burn of pleasure that left her with what she'd needed for so many months; a feeling of complete satisfaction. She briefly wanted to tell him that she loved him, even thought that wasn't true. Not yet, at any rate.
Nawaz was finally spent and collapsed on top of her. They lay there for a moment in the afterglow, both gasping for air. Nawaz kissed her slowly and sensually. Then he rolled off of her and just lay there silently, stroking her hair, almost dizzy with happiness.
"I've wanted that pretty much since I met you," he said.
"I haven't," she said and they both laughed. "But I don't think it was long before I did. It just took me a while to realize it. I kept telling myself that it was just the quarantine talking."
"You're sure it wasn't?"
She rolled over touched his sweaty face.
"No, it wasn't. That's what I realized last night. And that was before you gave me the best fuck of my life."
"Do you want to go again?" he said.
Sonarika looked down and, unbelievably, saw that he was semi-hard. She marveled that even in this state, he was bigger than anyone she'd been with before. He reached for her but she pushed his hands away.
"Just a minute, stud," she laughed. "I need a moment. I need to check on my brother. Especially after ... wow."
Her phone beeped.
"Yeah, that'll be the crash coming."
She started to get up but Nawaz touched her arm.
"I got it. Be right back."
Sonarika felt a little glow as he got up and hurried toward the kitchen. She asked if vikas needed tea and started preparing tea for him. Nawaz just accepted it as part of who she was, he was ready for round two.
"Nawaz?" she said. He stopped and turned. She looked over him again, now as her lover. His big semi-hard cock dangling between his legs, his strong arms and that face that was now dear to her.
"There's no rush. You have me all day."
Nawaz took a second to look at her, lying naked in his bed, her delectable body covered in sweat but glowing with happiness. He'd worried that he'd been infatuated -- that maybe once he'd had her, he'd lose interest. But she looked more beautiful than ever. He wanted to take her again right this second. And his heart, which had felt heavy in his chest for months, now felt light as a feather.
"Oh, I completely intend to have you all day."
Sonarika lay back in bed, absently checking her devices to make sure nawaz hadn't dislodged them in his passion. As she did, her phone beeped again. Shecchecked it was a message from her mother
Hey, Sonarika. Hate to text you this early. You probably already know vikas got selected in the internship program from ISRO right?
I can't be there to support him but I'm glad you are. Also check with Nawaz if he needs anything. Be a good neighbour beta.
Look out for him too, will you?
Sonarika giggled. She was tempted to text back, "Well, I just let him fuck my brains out, so maybe that will help." But she just put the phone down and lay there in the morning sunlight. She'd always felt nervous and vulnerable after having sex with a guy for the first time. But this was different. She instead felt contended for the first time since the quarantine had begun.
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Nawaz and Sonarika went at it again, only pausing for lunch in the afternoon and for occassional toilet breaks. Nawaz had locked the door from inside and also stuffed her panties in her mouth as he was fucking vikas's sister. Nawaz was getting flashbacks of the day when vikas told him to leave his house and now here he was, balls deep in the sexy pussy of his sister.
In the evening, Sonarika was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen. Vikas took a study break and he was having a conversation with Nawaz about politics and bollywood. Nawaz hardly listened to him as his mind was on his sister, he wanted to fuck her one more time before leaving their house.
Dinner was served and Sonarika was playing with his legs. Running her smooth sexy leg up and down on his calf and thighs. Nawaz managed to stay composed and continued with his dinner. Sonarika checked her phone and it was her mother calling her. She answered the call.
"Kaisi ho beta? We miss you sona & vikas"
"Sab theek hai na? Khana acche se kha rahe ho na"
"Pata nahi beta ye lockdown kab khatam hoga, papa bhi tumko bohot miss karte hai"
Her mother was very emotional, by the end of the call Sonarika had tears in her eyes. She also missed her parents. She was also feeling ashamed of what she had done with Nawaz. She avoided eye contact with her mother, Sonarika felt crushed as she had fucked a much older man in her own house as her brother was sitting in the next room.
She felt like she had betrayed the trust of her parents and brother by getting intimate with Nawaz. She started crying uncontrollably. Nawaz came near her to console her but she pushed his hand away from her shoulder.
Nawaz realised this was not a right time to talk to her, he got up and started leaving. As he was near the main door, Sonarika went to the door and in a low voice said, "It's over between us. You took advantage of me. Whatever happened between us will never happen again. I hate you" she slammed the door on his face as Nawaz kept looking.
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Next day, Sonarika woke up to a email from the producer of her TV show. This was the only assignment she had, she was trying to get more work in the industry but failed. The producer had arranged a meeting and somehow she was not very confident about that. She felt a slight odd tone in his email. She made coffee and breakfast for vikas and herself and left for the meeting. She always took care of carrying a face mask and sanitizer with her.
Three hours later Sonarika was cursing her luck. She was frustrated beyond belief.
What a shitty day!! What a shitty day!!
First she had gotten late to the meeting which only infuriated the producer. Then she got to know that they didn't like her performance in the TV show and she was put on probation for 2 months. If her dismal performance continued, she'll be replaced by a new actress. Sonarika hoped the lockdown continued as that means her probation period will be delayed further.
The icing on the cake? Because she was running late this morning, she forgot to check the weather, didn't bring an umbrella, and got caught in the downpour on her way to the bus stop. She was cursing the mumbai weather and the rains.
Upon exiting the bus at her stop, Sonarika promptly stepped into deep puddle that soaks through her black pumps and makes her gasp in shock. She quickly steps out of it, stomping her feet against the sidewalk in an attempt to drain out some of the cold water. Deciding it's useless, she bends over and remove the high heels from her feet. Sighing as she straighten up, she hurries out of the rain and into the lobby of her apartment building. Normally, she take the stairs, but today she punches the button for the elevator. The doors slide open immediately and she steps inside, pressing the worn button for floor number four. She wraps her arms around her body to quell the shivering on the ride up and smiles gratefully when the doors open again and her apartment is finally in sight.
After unlocking the door and stepping inside, Sonarika drops her shoes on the mat, hangs her purse on the hook, and calls out hello to the two males sitting on the couch in the living room, both deeply engrossed in the TV screen. As she approaches, she realized it's because they're playing a videogame. She quirk up an eyebrow, although neither guy notices, finding it difficult to believe Nawaz at long last, convinced Vikas to pick up a controller and play a game with him. The past months that Nawaz has been here, he's asked Vikas to play nearly every time he's over and Vikas always says no.
"What's this?" Sonarika asks them
"Hey didi," Vikas greets, his eyes glancing away from the television screen to send me a smile. "I didn't hear you come in."
Sonarika grabs the empty plates from the table and shouts "What is this?"
Nawaz and Vikas look at her direction. She was referring to the food that both of them had finished. Sonarika was already having a bad day. She was hungry, tired, wet, frustrated and now there was nothing left to eat. She stood in front of the TV and glared at Nawaz, "How long you've been here?"
Vikas interrupted, "Didi main kuch bana deta hu aap k liye". He was worried about her.
"Oh, shit," Vikas curses, but sonarika frown when I notice he is talking to the TV and not about his mistake at eating her food. He motions for her to move aside so he can get a better view, Nawaz had scored a goal against his team.
"I'm literally having the worst fucking day, and you both suck! Thanks a lot for eating my food!" She slams the plates onto the coffee table before turning her back on them and practically stomping down the hallway to the bathroom.
"Wait didi wait please", Vikas shouts at her
He starts running towards the bathroom, Sonarika shuts the door in his shocked face and turns the lock for good measure. She knows she was being overdramatic and a little cold, but she can't help it. She was so angry with how the day had went and now Nawaz was sitting in her living room again, she absolutely hated to see him again in her apartment. She turns on the water, strips out of her damp work clothes, and steps into the stream of steamy, hot water.
Sonarika started to relax as the warm water hit her body, she loved how the relaxing feeling was hitting her body again. She took a generous amount of soap and started massaging her sexy body with it. Finally she thought the torture had ended. She had enough already through out the day. She stepped out of the bathroom and opened her closet to select her outfit. She thought by now Nawaz had left and she was in no mood to prepare dinner for him tonight. She wanted him out of the house. She selected her favourite outfit and stepped out.
Nawaz clears his throat and she turns to see him standing at the end of the short hallway that leads to both the bathroom and her bedroom. He's holding a big plate in his hand and won't meet her gaze, which makes her wonder just what was going on, "So..." Nawaz says awkwardly, finally lifting his eyes to her, "Sorry for eating all your food. I made you some paneer butter masala with white rice and rotis, and a Greek salad with sauted vegetables. Forgot which one was your favorite."
Sonarika meets him at the end of the hall and takes the plate, smiling gratefully, "It's okay, I guess. Just don't do it again. And thanks. I like paneer butter masala"
Nawaz shrugs, "No problem." They enter the living room together, and he offers unexpectedly, "Want to watch a movie? You can pick."
Sonarika takes a seat on the right side of the couch, her preferred spot since it has access to the end table and the lamp, and she can still reach the coffee table if she needs to set down the food. Once she's comfortable, and Nawaz has pulled up Netflix on his console and handed over the controller, she questions his motives, "Why are you being so nice to me?" Sonarika searches his face suspiciously.
"Just trying to be a good friend." He smiles fakely.
Sonarika rolls her eyes, nudging him semi-playfully as she tell him, "Stop. Seriously."
Nawaz nods, "Okay. You just seem really stressed out, and I don't want to make things worse."
"Thank you," she holds his gaze for a moment so he knows his thoughtfulness is truly appreciated, and then sonarika digs into the food. At last, her night is looking up. She got her shower, her favourite food, and she can pick any movie on Netflix her little heart desires. So, of course, after ten minutes of scrolling she gives up searching for something new and puts on FRIENDS for the millionth time. She glances over at nawaz and remind him before he can complain, "You said I can pick whatever I want."
"I did say that," Nawaz confirms. "It's fine."
"You're being weird," she comments with a frown. Nawaz's usually much more annoying, always making a joke out of everything, and she expected him to give her a harder time about putting on a chick flick. He has his moments when he is silent and subdued, but he tends to keep himself. Sonarika is confused at why he's being so formal with her, but it's not normal.
"No, I'm not," Nawaz replies, "Sonarika, relax."
"I'm trying to relax, Nawaz, but I can't," I tell him with an unintentional pout, "And you are too being weird."
"Maybe you need to pause this," Nawaz suggests casually, "And go relieve some tension in the bathroom."
Sonarika turns to him angrily and sends Nawaz a sharp look, "Maybe you should mind your business."
"I'm just saying," Nawaz chuckles, holding up his hands in mock-surrender, "It would probably make you relax."
"I'm not going to talk about this with you." Sonarika barked at him.
"Stop talking about it then, and go do it," Nawaz pointed over his shoulder towards the bathroom, smirking annoyingly. "It's perfectly normal. I won't judge."
"I'm not going to do that." She draws her legs in towards her chest and crosses her arms grumpily. "I'm about to call my mother and tell her what a pervert you're being."
Shrugging lazily, Nawaz looks at her with a wicked smirk, almost like it amuses him that he's pissing me off. First, he was playing Mr. Nice Guy, and now he's flipped a switch and gone into jerk mode. "It means, you were a virgin before I fucked you yesterday. I don't think your boyfriend knows how to please a woman. Does he even know where your clit is? He sure as shit hasn't found your g-spot yet. I'm not entirely convinced he's ever given you an orgasm."
"Hey!" Sonarika interrupted before he could insult any further, "Screw you!"
Nawaz snorts. "I would, dear, I would, but...thin walls, remember? And unlike your wimp boyfriend and brother, I do know how to please a woman, so if I screwed you again right now, I don't think you'd be able to keep quiet about it. I don't think vikas would be too happy about that."
Before she could think of anything to say back, because she was absolutely flabbergasted the way he spoke so explicitly to her about believing he could satisfy her better than her boyfriend, Nawaz strides into his apartment and shuts the main door with a thud. Sonarika called out too late, "You can't talk to me like that!" Nawaz obviously hears her but he doesn't reply.
She tries to redirect her attention to FRIENDS but her heart is racing from the adrenaline and she can't focus. What just happened? What is wrong with her? Nawaz definitely took things too far, but he shouldn't have said those things that he said.
Sonarika shuts down nawaz's gaming console and turns off the TV. She brushes her teeth before tiptoeing into her bedroom. She didn't want to disturb vikas and would rather just go to sleep and start fresh in the morning. Maybe then she'll be able to think more clearly. She gently climbs into bed, slipping silently underneath the down comforter and cool cotton sheet, her head settling onto her pillow in a familiar way, and her pussy pulsating with desire. She lays in the dark and squeezes her legs together, willing the ache to go away, because the hunger she was feeling right now isn't for the right reasons and that makes her feel guilty as hell.
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Next morning, Sonarika sits up and stretches before she remembers the cringe-worthy conversation Nawaz and she had last night that ended pretty heatedly. She reminds herself that today is a new day, but she still had a hard time leaving her bedroom to get some coffee brewing.
On her way to the kitchen, she hears nawaz's voice from the kitchen. She went near the kitchen and saw he was wearing only a pair of tight briefs that don't leave much to the imagination when he abruptly turns and catches her staring.
Sonarika blushed, returning her attention towards the kitchen and announcing, "I'm making coffee. Put some pants on, why don't you?" She was trying to lighten the mood with a joke, but instead of coming off teasing she feels like her tone gave away how nervous she was at seeing him.
"If you don't like what you see, by all means, don't stare," Nawaz says, sounding amused. "By the way," He adds, "I can see your nipples through your shirt, so should you really be telling me to put more clothes on?"
Her mouth drops open in shock and she looks down at her chest where her nipples are slightly visible through the white fabric of her tank top, she had a habit of sleeping braless and very obviously her nipples were very hard and pointy, almost like they've popped out to say 'hello!'. What is wrong with her?
"You should get laid, Nawaz," she suggests bitingly as she starts the coffee maker, "I think you need it. Call Neha Sharma"
"You sure?" He says cockily, "You seem pretty interested."
"What is wrong with you?" She asks him. "You're being rude. My brother is in the other bedroom."
"It's cute that you're trying to deny it," Nawaz tells her, sounding confident, "but I know you want me."
Sonarika is fuming by now
"Are you playing with me? Seriously, is this a game to you? I don't get what you're trying to do. I have a boyfriend. You know my brother. He is your best friend! What is the end result here? What do you get out of all of this? I don't understand."
Without answering her questions, Nawaz just turns around and walks out of their apartment towards his. He enters his apartment and proceeded to take a shower. He was very sure he had planted the seed of doubt and desire in her mind. The rest of the day passes as usual. In the evening, Vikas invited him for dinner and Nawaz agreed.
Nawaz and vikas settled down on the couch and started watching a movie. Sonarika was in the shower, she was in a great mood. She was looking forward to preparing her favourite food for vikas. She was not aware that Nawaz was in the living room. She stepped out of the shower and started dressing in her favourite saree. She wanted to dress up today. She figured that dressing in a saree would be appropriate as the kitchen gets very hot while preparing dinner.
She opened the door of her bedroom and walked towards the kitchen, her eyes met with nawaz's eyes and she blushed.
Nawaz observed she was wearing a transparent blue saree with red lipstick. She was also wearing red bangles and matching nail polish. She was looking like a goddess.
Nawaz also looked at her sexy navel and licked his lips looking at her.
Sonarika rushed to the kitchen and started preparing dinner, Nawaz and vikas chatted for some time before vikas said he has to study for some time before dinner. He got up and left towards his bedroom. Nawaz sensed an opportunity, he slowly tip tied in the kitchen and saw her sexy figure. He went near her and said, "Sona, need any help?"
She couldn't say no, Nawaz and Sonarika started preparing dinner together. She would make rotis and Nawaz would apply butter on them. Nawaz was standing very close to her, she could feel the sexual tension in the air.
Sonarika was preparing dal when she realised Nawaz was standing behind her, she held her breath and her body tensed a bit. Nawaz grabbed her hand and placed it on his big erect dick. She was scared by his act
Sonarika: "What are you doing?"
Nawaz: "Yes baby. I know you miss my dick"
Sonarika: "Please my brother is here"
Nawaz held her hand tightly and started masturbating with her hand on his dick. The red bangles started creating a sound in the kitchen as her hands were moving up and down on his big black cock. Nawaz held her hand tightly and took it near his ballsack. Sonarika started massaging his big ballsack and Nawaz started moaning lightly in her ear. Sonarika closed her eyes and was now jerking his cock without Nawaz holding her hands. Nawaz looked at her and with his right hand pressed her right breast hard. Sonarika let out a big moan but her moan was silenced with a deep smooch from Nawaz. He pressed his lips on her red rosy lips and started smooching her wildly. The kitchen was filled with kissing and bangles sound. Nawaz started tugging in her saree with his left hand and wanted to undress her. She pushed his hand away, Nawaz let go of her saree and started caressing and pinching her navel with his left hand.
Both of them were going for it, Sonarika started feeling his pre cum on her hand. She could feel his dick was fully erect, all nine inches of it. She started jerking him off with increased speed, causing her bangles to create an even louder sound. Nawaz was pressing her right breast hard with his right hand, kissing her deeply and also fingering her navel with his left hand. Sonarika also started grinding her ass back towards his big black erect cock. Nawaz loved the feel of her sexy ass on his cock. He started pressing her breast even harder. The kitchen was filled with bangle sounds.
Vikas stepped out of his room for dinner, he was in the passage when he started hearing bangle sounds. He was startled, he slowly started to walk towards the kitchen. The bangle sounds stopped and he was met with a image of a smiling Sonarika and Nawaz standing next to her. She carried the dinner to the table and settled down. On the dining table, vikas observed that Nawaz and Sonarika were occassionally looking at each other and smiling. He looked down and saw the right side of her blouse was crumbled. Vikas was in a state of shock, his mind started spinning with thousands of thoughts. Vikas also observed from her transparent saree that the area near her navel had turned red. He also noticed that her lipstick was smeared on her lips.
He looked at Nawaz and saw there was a big tent in his pants. He also saw there were red marks on his lips and his neck. He started feeling uneasy about this situation. He kept an eye on both of them throughout the dinner. Soon dinner was done and Vikas asked Nawaz to leave.
Nawaz got up and started to leave. He looked at Sonarika with a big grin on his face. Vikas slammed the door shut. Sonarika started cleaning up the kitchen and got busy. Vikas went to the balcony, he was feeling sick in his stomach. His mind came up with thousand scenarios about what must have happened. He also felt guilty that he was thinking this way about his own sister. He went inside the living room and said
"Didi main jaldi so raha hu. Kal subha 4 baje ka alarm lagaunga padhai karne. GN" he said
"Good night bhai" Sonarika replied
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"Good morning," she said with a sheepish grin. "Feeling better?"
He nodded. Sonarika became keenly aware of how close their faces were and how tightly their bodies were pressed against one another in the small single bed. She bit her lip as she remembered the night before and the confused feelings that had been pouring through her. But she didn't dare speak and possibly ruin the moment.
"Sonarika ..."
"Nawaz, I ..."
She trailed off and looked away. Without thinking about what he was doing, Nawaz put a trembling hand up and gently touched her face. She closed her eyes and leaned her face into the caress, her months-long inhibitions starting to melt. His hand felt so strong against her. She began to tremble as well.
"You look ... so beautiful in the morning," he managed to get out, his heart pounding.
All of Sonarika's confusion from the night before went up in a puff of smoke at those words. She knew as certainly as she'd ever known anything what her feelings were. And it wasn't about sexual frustration or quarantine or anything else. A tear came out of her eye. She leaned forward.
Their lips touched tentatively. And then it was like dry kindling exploding into flame. Within moments, they were kissing like long-lost lovers who had not seen each other in years. Sonarika was almost immediately overwhelmed by the passion of it. No one had ever kissed her with this kind of intense desire, as though he wanted to devour her. It was everything she had imagined it could be.
"Oh, God, I've wanted this for so long," Nawaz managed to say between kisses.
"Me too," she replied, finally letting her desire into her heart.
Time slowed down. It felt like they lay there kissing for hours in the warm morning, occasionally whispering sweet nothings or laughing in pure relief. It was Sonarika who eventually took Nawaz's hand and pulled it up to her breasts, which were starting to ache with need.
Once his hand closed in on their fleshy reality, it was like something was unleashed in him. He aggressively rolled on top of Sonarika. Her legs parted, pulling her short skirt to her waist, allowing him to grind heavily against her. She moaned as her pussy finally began to get the attention it had so desperately needed after all these long months.
"Don't be gentle with me, big boy," she whispered into his ear. "I want this. I want you."
Sonarika helped him peel off her tight shirt, revealing her lacy white bra. Nawaz took a moment to drink in the sight of her formidable bustline and the way it perfectly filled out the bra. And the he bent down and began to kiss the tops of her big tits, slowly working his way down until he was kissing her hard nipples through the fabric while gently squeezing the more-than-handfuls.
Sonarika moaned in response. Her breasts were quite sensitive and she loved the gentle but aggressive way he was treating them. He was being aggressive enough to show how much she turned him on but not so much that he was hurting her. She arched her back, pushing a nipple into his mouth and making them look even bigger. And she cried out when he pulled down the lacy material and began to kiss and lick them in earnest. She reached back and undid the three hooks of her bra and let Nawaz ease it off her.
Nawaz's memory had not done her justice. Sonarika's breasts were not just big, they were perfectly shaped and just heavy enough to let him know they were real. Sonarika wriggled at his delighted unabashed admiration and then moaned when he began kissing and fondling them again. Tension began to build in her vagina and she wondered if he could make her cum just from this.
Nawaz began kissing his way down her belly and Sonarika tensed in anticipation of where he was going. She had imagined him going down on her so many times and giving her the kind of pleasure she'd imagined but never experienced. Now it was going to happen and she was ready for it in every possible way.
But he was in no rush and spent a gloriously long time exploring her body. He'd always found her soft belly to be one of her most appealing features and there was not a square inch he did not caress or kiss on his way down. He even placed a small kiss on her monitor, which made Sonarika giggle even as she was becoming more aroused.
The attention only made Sonarika's need grow more intense, to the point where she wanted to push his head down so that he would finally satisfy her blossoming need. He got to her skirt and pushed it up. He began kissing his way up and down her thighs and Sonarika groaned as her anticipation built. He was getting close to her pussy, which now ached with need. She was loving every second of it.
Nawaz breathed on her pussy and Sonarika moaned. Then he slowly began kissing her through her panties. Bur rather than sate her desire, it only stimulated it.
"No," she moaned. "Don't tease me like that."
But he continued to tease her, licking and kissing her everywhere except her needy clit, slowly mapping out her most sensitive and responsive areas. She writhed on the bed, trying to angle her hips up into him. She grasped his head, trying to force him to the right place. But he held her hips down and continued to torment her. And Sonarika's need built and built.
Finally, he moved back and let go of her hips. He roughly grabbed the straps of her panties. Sonarika instinctively raised her ass off the bed and he tugged them over her big hips and down her legs. He took a moment to look at her unveiled pussy. Her lips were wet and her clitoris was throbbing just south of her reddish-brown pubic hair. Sonarika groaned at feeling her smoldering cunt exposed to the air.
Nawaz couldn't hold back anymore and began kissing and licking her pussy, working his way up to her hard little clit. Sonarika cried out softly as her brother was in the next room. In her dreams and fantasies, he'd been good at oral sex and now he was making them all come true. She'd had boyfriends go own on her but only as foreplay. And she rarely came from it. Nawaz was eating her out as though it were the only thing on his mind. And the need that had been building all morning was focusing down to an intense climax.
Nawaz had always loved going down on women. But he'd never found such an instant chemistry with a partner. He wasn't even thinking about it, going on instinct, letting her body tell him what it wanted. And her moans and squeaks of pleasure were making him unbelievably hard.
Sonarika gently put her hands on his head to encourage him. Her hips began to roll and jerk with anticipation. Her breath became erratic. She tried to hold back the climax and savor the moment. But Nawaz was relentless, aggressively kissing and sucking on her clit, finding the most sensitive areas of her lips, getting better at pleasing her with each passing moment.
"You're going to make me cum," she moaned.
Her words spurred him to attack her pussy with even greater ferocity. She gasped as she lost control and her orgasm began bearing down on her like a freight train. She bit her lip to keep from screaming as it exploded through her body. She thrashed on the bed as waves of pleasure erupted from her pussy. Nawaz kept going but it was too intense and she had to push him away. She lay there for a full minute as her body slowly came down off it high. Nawaz could only watch, enjoying the sight he'd wanted to see for so long.
When she finally recovered and her beautiful eyes opened again, Nawaz lay on top of her, his big cock pressing against her mons. And they kissed slowly and lingeringly.
"I don't think I've ever cum that hard," she said with a slight laugh.
"I try."
"Everyone tries. You're amazing. Where'd you learn to do that?"
"From you. Just listening to your body."
She wriggled against him. His cock felt enormous against her and her body was already getting ready for more. She didn't think she'd ever been this wet. She pulled him close.
"I need you inside me," she whispered into his ear. She thrilled as Nawaz's body jolted against her. She looked him in the eyes, saw the delight there and nodded.
Without another word, she rolled Nawaz onto his back. She helped him pull off his shirt and pants, leaving him in a pair of boxers that were obscenely distorted. She lay on her side and kissed him as she reached into his underwear. His cock felt impossibly thick.
"You're a big boy, aren't you?"
He nodded giddily.
"I've never had a big one before," she said, beginning to stroke him. Nawaz moaned.
"You'll have to take it easy on me," she cooed. "At least, at first. I'm just a little thing, after all. And it's been so long. Maybe you won't fit coz I'm a virgin."
"I'll make it fit," he growled. He reached down and peeled down his boxers. Sonarika felt something massive against her bare thigh.
"Is that a third leg," she giggled. "Or are you just happy to see me?"
"I'm always happy to see you," he said as his hands returned to caressing her body. Sonarika closed her eyes and moaned. She loved the way he touched her -- gentle, but aggressive. She rolled back onto him and ground against his big cock as her arousal grew again. Her pussy began to feel empty, needing to be filled.
Sonarika finally looked down and gasped at what she saw. Her memory had not done justice to Nawaz's thick nine-inch cock. She slid down on the bed until she was face-to-face with it.
"That is a big cock," she giggled. "How was your little ex able to walk after taking that?"
Sonarika began stroking his big erection, fascinated by its ridiculous size. She bent down and licked it. But the big head would barely fit into her mouth. She kissed and licked along the sides, savoring every inch.
Nawaz began to moan. He wasn't used to this kind of attention. Only Neha had ever attacked his cock with such enthusiasm and she hadn't been as skilled. He closed his eyes and lay back, his head still spinning that this was actually happening.
For a few minutes, Sonarika continued her attentions. Nawaz's balls began to get heavy with cum as she teased his release. He wanted to hold out so that they could have sex, but she was pushing him closer and closer to an enormous eruption. He clenched against the bed as he resigned himself to cumming in her talented mouth.
But Sonarika couldn't take it any longer. She would have loved to make him cum this way but she desperately needed to be filled. She sat up and stripped off her skirt, leaving herself completely naked. And then she climbed up on her new lover.
"I need you inside me," she said.
Nawaz's eyes lit up. She looked so beautiful aroused. Her face was flushed, her eyes glowing, her deep breaths made her big tits rise and fall. He put his hands on her full hips and savored the curve to her narrow waist.
"I think I've wanted you since I met you," was all he could say.
"I know," she answered.
Sonarika lined her soaked pussy up with his massive cock. She shuddered as the big head touched her lips. She'd never taken anything close to this big. She was both thrilled and nervous. She rubbed him back and forth against the lips of her pussy, letting a little bit slip between them, her wetness coating his swollen glans.
Nawaz groaned. He had dreamt about this moment for so long. He couldn't believe it was about to happen. Sonarika had gotten him so close and he worried that he might blow the second he was inside her. But the feeling was too exquisite to ignore. He tried to think about something else to delay his climax, but nothing could distract him from the reality that he was about to have sex with this goddess.
Finally, she pushed down. She gasped as her pussy blossomed open to accommodate his girth. She paused for a moment, letting her vagina adjust to him, rocking back and forth, slowly letting a little bit more in. She stopped again after taking half his cock, feeling more full than she ever had in her life. The sensation was unbelievably intense.
"Is it too big?" asked Nawaz.
"Yes," said Sonarika hurriedly. "It's great. I just ... need to get used to you. Like I said, it's been a long time. And you are way bigger than anyone else i known. As a matter of fact, I've never had sex before."
She began to slowly ride him, moaning as his fat penis stimulated every little bit of her pussy and ground against her clit. She realized there was no such thing as a casual encounter with Nawaz. This cock meant business. She felt his head against her cervix and jumped a bit.
"Is it OK if I can't take all of you?" asked Sonarika between gasps.
"Yeah," said Nawaz. "It's fucking great."
She giggled slightly. For a moment, it was so ridiculous, the idea that she was having sex with this 48 year old man and his horse cock. Her brother was a few feet away from her in the next bedroom, and here she was having sex with a man who was twice her age. But as the discomfort gave way to pleasure and the pleasure began to build, she realized it wasn't silly. It was really good.
"I think ... I think I like your cock," she said. Her body began to relax though the pelvis and she slid down a bit further. She was enjoying the stretching sensation, enjoying being so full. It felt animalistic.
Within minutes, it began to feel amazing. She was now riding his entire length, posting up and down, letting all but a few inches out and then pushing back down. The stimulation through her entire pussy was unbelievable.
"Nawaz," she moaned. "You have no idea how good this feels."
Nawaz could barely speak. Sonarika's pussy felt amazing -- unbelievably tight but wet and yielding. The way she seemed to pull him in, the way her pussy squeezed every inch of him. And, of course, the sight of this beautiful woman riding him, eyes closed with pleasure. The sound of her voice moaning and cooing. This was everything he'd wanted for months. It was even better than he'd dreamed because he was fucking her in her own house with her brother sitting in the next bedroom.
"You have no idea how good *this* feels," Nawaz managed to grunt out.
Sonarika grinned and began riding him harder and harder as her excitement built. She was now rolling her hips to press his massive cock against her most sensitive areas. And when Nawaz put his fingers between her legs to simultaneously stimulate her clit, she almost screamed with arousal.
"You're going to make me cum again," she moaned. "I'm going to cum so hard for you."
She felt like she was losing control, that Nawaz's big cock and talented fingers were making it impossible not to cum. Her hips were moving of their own accord, working his massive cock back and forth, instinctively pushing her toward an explosive climax. She closed her eyes as she rushed toward the falls again.
Nawaz could barely hold on as she rode him with absolute abandon. He'd fantasized about this exact moment for so long and she as far more beautiful and far sexier than even his wildest imaginations. It was only his surprise that kept him from cumming.
She suddenly stopped riding him and her eyes went wide. And then she bit down a cry as her orgasm came crashing down around her, her pussy convulsing over Nawaz's big penis. Nawaz pulled her close and began thrusting up into her. And this time she did cry out as the feeling became overwhelmingly intense.
"Oh my ... you ... Nawaz!"
Waves of painful pleasure rolled through her body. She shook with ecstasy. And just when she thought she couldn't take any more, she came down off the mighty wave into a warm hazy bliss. She collapsed against him, barely aware of his hands caressing her and his still-hard cock making slow gentle thrusts deep into her, dragging out the denouement.
After a minute, she opened her eyes and she took a deep breath. She kissed Nawaz over and over again and then put her face against his and laughed.
"Wow. If I'd known you'd make me cum like that, I'd have climbed on you months ago."
Without a word, Nawaz rolled her over. He resumed, making long deep strokes into her, each of which made her shake. Despite her exhaustion, Sonarika moaned with delight. The way his boy-like wonder turned into naked animal aggression so quickly sent her excitement rocketing back up. This was what she'd wanted for so long: to just be taken without mercy like she was a bitch in heat. She didn't feel like another orgasm was possible but she was loving this, feeling a mixture of intensity and pleasure that was just shy of pain. It was like a continuous mid-level climax. No man had ever dominated her like this and she loved it.
Nawaz had never been this aroused. His entire being was focused on their frantic coupling, heightening every sensation. The way her pussy squeezed him, the way her big tits jiggled with every thrust, the way her arms and legs wrapped around him, the way her big hips took everything he had to give, her little moans of encouragement. His cock began to fill, like he was ready to burst in her. But he couldn't slow down, he was so lost in the moment.
She pulled him in close and he slowed the frenetic pace.
"I've wanted this for a long time too," she whispered into his ear.
"Really?"
She giggled slightly. "Really. I didn't realize it until this morning. But this is exactly what I wanted."
Nawaz kissed her again, savoring the exquisite taste of her lips.
"I never thought this would happen," he said, kissing her on the face. "But it's even better than I imagined. You're better than I imagined."
"Cum inside me," she whispered. "I want your cum inside me."
"You're not on the pill," he said.
"It's OK, I'm in my safe time. Fill me up. Don't even think about it."
Those words made Nawaz go almost wild, thrusting his big cock as hard and as deep as he could into his beautiful lover. And if Sonarika had thought he was fucking her hard before, she was mistaken. Sonarika was climaxed out but the sensations still felt amazing. She felt a warm happiness knowing she was pleasing him, that he found her so arousing, that she had elicited such an animalistic response from him. She stuffed her panties in her mouth as Nawaz started fucking her harder and harder.
"I made that big thing so hard," she thought with a grin. "And I'm going to make it cum."
His thrusts changed as he passed the point of no return, becoming almost frantic. His cock was so full it was like it was going to explode. Her excitement rose again as she knew she had no choice now; Nawaz was going to inseminate her whether she wanted him to or not. She pulled his head close and whispered into his ear.
"Do it. cum inside me. I'm yours."
With a final grunt, he pushed all the way inside her and let go. He gasped as the biggest load of his life surged through his cock and into the girl of his dreams. He felt like it would never end.
Sonarika grinned in satisfaction as his cock twitched and fired inside her, depositing rope after rope of thick semen against her cervix. Her body responded instinctively, moving her hips to allow him deeper, pulling him closer with her legs, squeezing every last drop out of him. The sounds of their fucking slowed but intensified as his abundant semen began to overflow and leak from her overstuffed pussy. Little rivulets ran over her ass and onto the bed.
"I'm his woman," Sonarika thought. "I'm his woman and he's trying to get me pregnant."
And then her own body surprised her by having one last orgasm. Not as intense as the ones earlier, but more a slow burn of pleasure that left her with what she'd needed for so many months; a feeling of complete satisfaction. She briefly wanted to tell him that she loved him, even thought that wasn't true. Not yet, at any rate.
Nawaz was finally spent and collapsed on top of her. They lay there for a moment in the afterglow, both gasping for air. Nawaz kissed her slowly and sensually. Then he rolled off of her and just lay there silently, stroking her hair, almost dizzy with happiness.
"I've wanted that pretty much since I met you," he said.
"I haven't," she said and they both laughed. "But I don't think it was long before I did. It just took me a while to realize it. I kept telling myself that it was just the quarantine talking."
"You're sure it wasn't?"
She rolled over touched his sweaty face.
"No, it wasn't. That's what I realized last night. And that was before you gave me the best fuck of my life."
"Do you want to go again?" he said.
Sonarika looked down and, unbelievably, saw that he was semi-hard. She marveled that even in this state, he was bigger than anyone she'd been with before. He reached for her but she pushed his hands away.
"Just a minute, stud," she laughed. "I need a moment. I need to check on my brother. Especially after ... wow."
Her phone beeped.
"Yeah, that'll be the crash coming."
She started to get up but Nawaz touched her arm.
"I got it. Be right back."
Sonarika felt a little glow as he got up and hurried toward the kitchen. She asked if vikas needed tea and started preparing tea for him. Nawaz just accepted it as part of who she was, he was ready for round two.
"Nawaz?" she said. He stopped and turned. She looked over him again, now as her lover. His big semi-hard cock dangling between his legs, his strong arms and that face that was now dear to her.
"There's no rush. You have me all day."
Nawaz took a second to look at her, lying naked in his bed, her delectable body covered in sweat but glowing with happiness. He'd worried that he'd been infatuated -- that maybe once he'd had her, he'd lose interest. But she looked more beautiful than ever. He wanted to take her again right this second. And his heart, which had felt heavy in his chest for months, now felt light as a feather.
"Oh, I completely intend to have you all day."
Sonarika lay back in bed, absently checking her devices to make sure nawaz hadn't dislodged them in his passion. As she did, her phone beeped again. Shecchecked it was a message from her mother
Hey, Sonarika. Hate to text you this early. You probably already know vikas got selected in the internship program from ISRO right?
I can't be there to support him but I'm glad you are. Also check with Nawaz if he needs anything. Be a good neighbour beta.
Look out for him too, will you?
Sonarika giggled. She was tempted to text back, "Well, I just let him fuck my brains out, so maybe that will help." But she just put the phone down and lay there in the morning sunlight. She'd always felt nervous and vulnerable after having sex with a guy for the first time. But this was different. She instead felt contended for the first time since the quarantine had begun.
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Nawaz and Sonarika went at it again, only pausing for lunch in the afternoon and for occassional toilet breaks. Nawaz had locked the door from inside and also stuffed her panties in her mouth as he was fucking vikas's sister. Nawaz was getting flashbacks of the day when vikas told him to leave his house and now here he was, balls deep in the sexy pussy of his sister.
In the evening, Sonarika was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen. Vikas took a study break and he was having a conversation with Nawaz about politics and bollywood. Nawaz hardly listened to him as his mind was on his sister, he wanted to fuck her one more time before leaving their house.
Dinner was served and Sonarika was playing with his legs. Running her smooth sexy leg up and down on his calf and thighs. Nawaz managed to stay composed and continued with his dinner. Sonarika checked her phone and it was her mother calling her. She answered the call.
"Kaisi ho beta? We miss you sona & vikas"
"Sab theek hai na? Khana acche se kha rahe ho na"
"Pata nahi beta ye lockdown kab khatam hoga, papa bhi tumko bohot miss karte hai"
Her mother was very emotional, by the end of the call Sonarika had tears in her eyes. She also missed her parents. She was also feeling ashamed of what she had done with Nawaz. She avoided eye contact with her mother, Sonarika felt crushed as she had fucked a much older man in her own house as her brother was sitting in the next room.
She felt like she had betrayed the trust of her parents and brother by getting intimate with Nawaz. She started crying uncontrollably. Nawaz came near her to console her but she pushed his hand away from her shoulder.
Nawaz realised this was not a right time to talk to her, he got up and started leaving. As he was near the main door, Sonarika went to the door and in a low voice said, "It's over between us. You took advantage of me. Whatever happened between us will never happen again. I hate you" she slammed the door on his face as Nawaz kept looking.
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Next day, Sonarika woke up to a email from the producer of her TV show. This was the only assignment she had, she was trying to get more work in the industry but failed. The producer had arranged a meeting and somehow she was not very confident about that. She felt a slight odd tone in his email. She made coffee and breakfast for vikas and herself and left for the meeting. She always took care of carrying a face mask and sanitizer with her.
Three hours later Sonarika was cursing her luck. She was frustrated beyond belief.
What a shitty day!! What a shitty day!!
First she had gotten late to the meeting which only infuriated the producer. Then she got to know that they didn't like her performance in the TV show and she was put on probation for 2 months. If her dismal performance continued, she'll be replaced by a new actress. Sonarika hoped the lockdown continued as that means her probation period will be delayed further.
The icing on the cake? Because she was running late this morning, she forgot to check the weather, didn't bring an umbrella, and got caught in the downpour on her way to the bus stop. She was cursing the mumbai weather and the rains.
Upon exiting the bus at her stop, Sonarika promptly stepped into deep puddle that soaks through her black pumps and makes her gasp in shock. She quickly steps out of it, stomping her feet against the sidewalk in an attempt to drain out some of the cold water. Deciding it's useless, she bends over and remove the high heels from her feet. Sighing as she straighten up, she hurries out of the rain and into the lobby of her apartment building. Normally, she take the stairs, but today she punches the button for the elevator. The doors slide open immediately and she steps inside, pressing the worn button for floor number four. She wraps her arms around her body to quell the shivering on the ride up and smiles gratefully when the doors open again and her apartment is finally in sight.
After unlocking the door and stepping inside, Sonarika drops her shoes on the mat, hangs her purse on the hook, and calls out hello to the two males sitting on the couch in the living room, both deeply engrossed in the TV screen. As she approaches, she realized it's because they're playing a videogame. She quirk up an eyebrow, although neither guy notices, finding it difficult to believe Nawaz at long last, convinced Vikas to pick up a controller and play a game with him. The past months that Nawaz has been here, he's asked Vikas to play nearly every time he's over and Vikas always says no.
"What's this?" Sonarika asks them
"Hey didi," Vikas greets, his eyes glancing away from the television screen to send me a smile. "I didn't hear you come in."
Sonarika grabs the empty plates from the table and shouts "What is this?"
Nawaz and Vikas look at her direction. She was referring to the food that both of them had finished. Sonarika was already having a bad day. She was hungry, tired, wet, frustrated and now there was nothing left to eat. She stood in front of the TV and glared at Nawaz, "How long you've been here?"
Vikas interrupted, "Didi main kuch bana deta hu aap k liye". He was worried about her.
"Oh, shit," Vikas curses, but sonarika frown when I notice he is talking to the TV and not about his mistake at eating her food. He motions for her to move aside so he can get a better view, Nawaz had scored a goal against his team.
"I'm literally having the worst fucking day, and you both suck! Thanks a lot for eating my food!" She slams the plates onto the coffee table before turning her back on them and practically stomping down the hallway to the bathroom.
"Wait didi wait please", Vikas shouts at her
He starts running towards the bathroom, Sonarika shuts the door in his shocked face and turns the lock for good measure. She knows she was being overdramatic and a little cold, but she can't help it. She was so angry with how the day had went and now Nawaz was sitting in her living room again, she absolutely hated to see him again in her apartment. She turns on the water, strips out of her damp work clothes, and steps into the stream of steamy, hot water.
Sonarika started to relax as the warm water hit her body, she loved how the relaxing feeling was hitting her body again. She took a generous amount of soap and started massaging her sexy body with it. Finally she thought the torture had ended. She had enough already through out the day. She stepped out of the bathroom and opened her closet to select her outfit. She thought by now Nawaz had left and she was in no mood to prepare dinner for him tonight. She wanted him out of the house. She selected her favourite outfit and stepped out.
Nawaz clears his throat and she turns to see him standing at the end of the short hallway that leads to both the bathroom and her bedroom. He's holding a big plate in his hand and won't meet her gaze, which makes her wonder just what was going on, "So..." Nawaz says awkwardly, finally lifting his eyes to her, "Sorry for eating all your food. I made you some paneer butter masala with white rice and rotis, and a Greek salad with sauted vegetables. Forgot which one was your favorite."
Sonarika meets him at the end of the hall and takes the plate, smiling gratefully, "It's okay, I guess. Just don't do it again. And thanks. I like paneer butter masala"
Nawaz shrugs, "No problem." They enter the living room together, and he offers unexpectedly, "Want to watch a movie? You can pick."
Sonarika takes a seat on the right side of the couch, her preferred spot since it has access to the end table and the lamp, and she can still reach the coffee table if she needs to set down the food. Once she's comfortable, and Nawaz has pulled up Netflix on his console and handed over the controller, she questions his motives, "Why are you being so nice to me?" Sonarika searches his face suspiciously.
"Just trying to be a good friend." He smiles fakely.
Sonarika rolls her eyes, nudging him semi-playfully as she tell him, "Stop. Seriously."
Nawaz nods, "Okay. You just seem really stressed out, and I don't want to make things worse."
"Thank you," she holds his gaze for a moment so he knows his thoughtfulness is truly appreciated, and then sonarika digs into the food. At last, her night is looking up. She got her shower, her favourite food, and she can pick any movie on Netflix her little heart desires. So, of course, after ten minutes of scrolling she gives up searching for something new and puts on FRIENDS for the millionth time. She glances over at nawaz and remind him before he can complain, "You said I can pick whatever I want."
"I did say that," Nawaz confirms. "It's fine."
"You're being weird," she comments with a frown. Nawaz's usually much more annoying, always making a joke out of everything, and she expected him to give her a harder time about putting on a chick flick. He has his moments when he is silent and subdued, but he tends to keep himself. Sonarika is confused at why he's being so formal with her, but it's not normal.
"No, I'm not," Nawaz replies, "Sonarika, relax."
"I'm trying to relax, Nawaz, but I can't," I tell him with an unintentional pout, "And you are too being weird."
"Maybe you need to pause this," Nawaz suggests casually, "And go relieve some tension in the bathroom."
Sonarika turns to him angrily and sends Nawaz a sharp look, "Maybe you should mind your business."
"I'm just saying," Nawaz chuckles, holding up his hands in mock-surrender, "It would probably make you relax."
"I'm not going to talk about this with you." Sonarika barked at him.
"Stop talking about it then, and go do it," Nawaz pointed over his shoulder towards the bathroom, smirking annoyingly. "It's perfectly normal. I won't judge."
"I'm not going to do that." She draws her legs in towards her chest and crosses her arms grumpily. "I'm about to call my mother and tell her what a pervert you're being."
Shrugging lazily, Nawaz looks at her with a wicked smirk, almost like it amuses him that he's pissing me off. First, he was playing Mr. Nice Guy, and now he's flipped a switch and gone into jerk mode. "It means, you were a virgin before I fucked you yesterday. I don't think your boyfriend knows how to please a woman. Does he even know where your clit is? He sure as shit hasn't found your g-spot yet. I'm not entirely convinced he's ever given you an orgasm."
"Hey!" Sonarika interrupted before he could insult any further, "Screw you!"
Nawaz snorts. "I would, dear, I would, but...thin walls, remember? And unlike your wimp boyfriend and brother, I do know how to please a woman, so if I screwed you again right now, I don't think you'd be able to keep quiet about it. I don't think vikas would be too happy about that."
Before she could think of anything to say back, because she was absolutely flabbergasted the way he spoke so explicitly to her about believing he could satisfy her better than her boyfriend, Nawaz strides into his apartment and shuts the main door with a thud. Sonarika called out too late, "You can't talk to me like that!" Nawaz obviously hears her but he doesn't reply.
She tries to redirect her attention to FRIENDS but her heart is racing from the adrenaline and she can't focus. What just happened? What is wrong with her? Nawaz definitely took things too far, but he shouldn't have said those things that he said.
Sonarika shuts down nawaz's gaming console and turns off the TV. She brushes her teeth before tiptoeing into her bedroom. She didn't want to disturb vikas and would rather just go to sleep and start fresh in the morning. Maybe then she'll be able to think more clearly. She gently climbs into bed, slipping silently underneath the down comforter and cool cotton sheet, her head settling onto her pillow in a familiar way, and her pussy pulsating with desire. She lays in the dark and squeezes her legs together, willing the ache to go away, because the hunger she was feeling right now isn't for the right reasons and that makes her feel guilty as hell.
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Next morning, Sonarika sits up and stretches before she remembers the cringe-worthy conversation Nawaz and she had last night that ended pretty heatedly. She reminds herself that today is a new day, but she still had a hard time leaving her bedroom to get some coffee brewing.
On her way to the kitchen, she hears nawaz's voice from the kitchen. She went near the kitchen and saw he was wearing only a pair of tight briefs that don't leave much to the imagination when he abruptly turns and catches her staring.
Sonarika blushed, returning her attention towards the kitchen and announcing, "I'm making coffee. Put some pants on, why don't you?" She was trying to lighten the mood with a joke, but instead of coming off teasing she feels like her tone gave away how nervous she was at seeing him.
"If you don't like what you see, by all means, don't stare," Nawaz says, sounding amused. "By the way," He adds, "I can see your nipples through your shirt, so should you really be telling me to put more clothes on?"
Her mouth drops open in shock and she looks down at her chest where her nipples are slightly visible through the white fabric of her tank top, she had a habit of sleeping braless and very obviously her nipples were very hard and pointy, almost like they've popped out to say 'hello!'. What is wrong with her?
"You should get laid, Nawaz," she suggests bitingly as she starts the coffee maker, "I think you need it. Call Neha Sharma"
"You sure?" He says cockily, "You seem pretty interested."
"What is wrong with you?" She asks him. "You're being rude. My brother is in the other bedroom."
"It's cute that you're trying to deny it," Nawaz tells her, sounding confident, "but I know you want me."
Sonarika is fuming by now
"Are you playing with me? Seriously, is this a game to you? I don't get what you're trying to do. I have a boyfriend. You know my brother. He is your best friend! What is the end result here? What do you get out of all of this? I don't understand."
Without answering her questions, Nawaz just turns around and walks out of their apartment towards his. He enters his apartment and proceeded to take a shower. He was very sure he had planted the seed of doubt and desire in her mind. The rest of the day passes as usual. In the evening, Vikas invited him for dinner and Nawaz agreed.
Nawaz and vikas settled down on the couch and started watching a movie. Sonarika was in the shower, she was in a great mood. She was looking forward to preparing her favourite food for vikas. She was not aware that Nawaz was in the living room. She stepped out of the shower and started dressing in her favourite saree. She wanted to dress up today. She figured that dressing in a saree would be appropriate as the kitchen gets very hot while preparing dinner.
She opened the door of her bedroom and walked towards the kitchen, her eyes met with nawaz's eyes and she blushed.
Nawaz observed she was wearing a transparent blue saree with red lipstick. She was also wearing red bangles and matching nail polish. She was looking like a goddess.
Nawaz also looked at her sexy navel and licked his lips looking at her.
Sonarika rushed to the kitchen and started preparing dinner, Nawaz and vikas chatted for some time before vikas said he has to study for some time before dinner. He got up and left towards his bedroom. Nawaz sensed an opportunity, he slowly tip tied in the kitchen and saw her sexy figure. He went near her and said, "Sona, need any help?"
She couldn't say no, Nawaz and Sonarika started preparing dinner together. She would make rotis and Nawaz would apply butter on them. Nawaz was standing very close to her, she could feel the sexual tension in the air.
Sonarika was preparing dal when she realised Nawaz was standing behind her, she held her breath and her body tensed a bit. Nawaz grabbed her hand and placed it on his big erect dick. She was scared by his act
Sonarika: "What are you doing?"
Nawaz: "Yes baby. I know you miss my dick"
Sonarika: "Please my brother is here"
Nawaz held her hand tightly and started masturbating with her hand on his dick. The red bangles started creating a sound in the kitchen as her hands were moving up and down on his big black cock. Nawaz held her hand tightly and took it near his ballsack. Sonarika started massaging his big ballsack and Nawaz started moaning lightly in her ear. Sonarika closed her eyes and was now jerking his cock without Nawaz holding her hands. Nawaz looked at her and with his right hand pressed her right breast hard. Sonarika let out a big moan but her moan was silenced with a deep smooch from Nawaz. He pressed his lips on her red rosy lips and started smooching her wildly. The kitchen was filled with kissing and bangles sound. Nawaz started tugging in her saree with his left hand and wanted to undress her. She pushed his hand away, Nawaz let go of her saree and started caressing and pinching her navel with his left hand.
Both of them were going for it, Sonarika started feeling his pre cum on her hand. She could feel his dick was fully erect, all nine inches of it. She started jerking him off with increased speed, causing her bangles to create an even louder sound. Nawaz was pressing her right breast hard with his right hand, kissing her deeply and also fingering her navel with his left hand. Sonarika also started grinding her ass back towards his big black erect cock. Nawaz loved the feel of her sexy ass on his cock. He started pressing her breast even harder. The kitchen was filled with bangle sounds.
Vikas stepped out of his room for dinner, he was in the passage when he started hearing bangle sounds. He was startled, he slowly started to walk towards the kitchen. The bangle sounds stopped and he was met with a image of a smiling Sonarika and Nawaz standing next to her. She carried the dinner to the table and settled down. On the dining table, vikas observed that Nawaz and Sonarika were occassionally looking at each other and smiling. He looked down and saw the right side of her blouse was crumbled. Vikas was in a state of shock, his mind started spinning with thousands of thoughts. Vikas also observed from her transparent saree that the area near her navel had turned red. He also noticed that her lipstick was smeared on her lips.
He looked at Nawaz and saw there was a big tent in his pants. He also saw there were red marks on his lips and his neck. He started feeling uneasy about this situation. He kept an eye on both of them throughout the dinner. Soon dinner was done and Vikas asked Nawaz to leave.
Nawaz got up and started to leave. He looked at Sonarika with a big grin on his face. Vikas slammed the door shut. Sonarika started cleaning up the kitchen and got busy. Vikas went to the balcony, he was feeling sick in his stomach. His mind came up with thousand scenarios about what must have happened. He also felt guilty that he was thinking this way about his own sister. He went inside the living room and said
"Didi main jaldi so raha hu. Kal subha 4 baje ka alarm lagaunga padhai karne. GN" he said
"Good night bhai" Sonarika replied
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Vikas got up at 2:30 AM at night, he was feeling very thirsty and wanted to have some water. He checked his bottle but it was empty. He grabbed his bottle in a sleepy state and started walking towards the kitchen. In the kitchen, he filled up his bottle and had some water. He walked out of the kitchen and on his way he saw golden earrings that his sister was wearing on the couch. He went near the couch and double checked it. It was indeed the earrings that his sister was wearing in the evening. Vikas started getting those uncomfortable thoughts again, he took the earrings and looked around the living room. It was pitch dark, he was struggling with his vision. As he was walking, his feet touched something smooth and silky. He bent down and saw it was Sonarika's blue saree that she was wearing in the evening. Vikas felt like someone has punched him in the stomach, he took the saree and started following the path of the saree. The saree was taking him from the living room to the passage, in the passage his feet touched a velvet touch fabric. He bent down and saw it was Sonarika's blouse that she was wearing in the evening. He took the blouse in his hand and observed that it was heavily crumbled. Like someone had crushed it with tremendous force. His knees were feeling very weak by now, he was unable to walk properly. He kept on following the path of her long saree and his worst nightmare came true. The saree finished just before the door of her bedroom. Vikas by now had tears in his eyes. He couldn't believe what was happening to him.
He was afraid to take the next step, he went to the washbasin and washed his face with cold water. He cleaned his face and was determined to find out what was going on. He turned towards his sister's bedroom and walked silently towards the door. He approached the door and put his ear to it, he could hear the AC running and realised it was on automatic temperature control. He pressed his ear against the door, he was unable to hear anything. Vikas waited for some time and tried his best to hear from the bedroom. After waiting for 10 mins, he had a smile on his face. Vikas was feeling better. He got up and went to his bedroom.
Vikas jumped on his bed with joy, he was feeling ashamed that he doubted his sweet sister. He was about to pull the blanket over his head when he heard the sound of flush from the other bedroom. Vikas felt his eyes widening in fear, he felt the same gut wrenching feeling in his stomach again. He got up slowly and opened the door of his bedroom. He went to the door of his sister's bedroom and pushed his ear against the door. He could hear some sound this time.
He pressed his ear harder on the door again
"It's so bigggg"
"Ummm......I love it......oh yes i love it"
Gulp.....Gulp.....Slurpp...Slurpp...Gulp....Slurp
Vikas felt his heart sink in his chest, he was crying now. He wanted to find out what was going on. He tried to find gaps in the corner of the door, he tried peeping inside but he could see nothing. He was panic searching to find a crack or a gap to look inside. Suddenly, he got an idea and saw that there was a considerable gap under the door. Vikas squatted down on all fours and tried to look inside, he saw nothing. He laid flat on his stomach and he had a better view now. He tried to search for his sister. What he saw will stay with him for the rest of his life.
His sister was giving Nawaz the blowjob of his life. He could figure out two shadows in the dark. One shadow was squatting down in front of a standing shadow. The head of the shadow was moving front and back in front of the standing shadow.
Vikas observed that drool was dropping from her face to her chest. Drool mixed with her saliva and his semen. Nawaz had arched his head back and was enjoying Sonarika's amazing mouth on his big black cock. The slurping sounds continued for half n hour
"Gulp....Gulp....Slurpp....Slurpp....Slurpp..."
Vikas had never seen such a sight in his life, he couldn't believe what he was witnessing. His sweet sister, his didi was giving this 48 yr old man the time of his life. The blowjob continued for Nawaz, he had started moaning lightly. Vikas couldn't take the sight in front of him. He was feeling uneasy, he went inside his room and rushed to the attached bathroom. He started vomitting in the bathroom. He was feeling sick, he was feeling tired. He wiped his face after some time and laid down on the bed. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, he realised his dick was hard and cursed himself. He touched his dick with his hand and realised it was the hardest ever. He felt ashamed of himself, he was unable to sleep or relax. His mind was on what was going on in the next room. He tried to sleep for 15 mins but gave up, he slowly crawled out of his bed and went to his sister's bedroom. He crouched down again and peeped inside the room.
Nawaz had his head buried in Sonarika's pussy. He was eating her pussy ferociously, Vikas saw the shadow of a man who had his head buried in between two tonely thighs and the shadow of a women who had her legs held up in the air and was grabbing the bedsheet for support. Sonarika was moaning loudly as Nawaz was licking her pussy like a wild dog. He had never tasted such a sweet pussy, Sonarika was young, very fair and had a voluptuous body. Nawaz had never tasted a pussy like her and he just kept on eating her non stop.
Unknowingly, vikas moved his hand to his crotch and started unzipping his pants. He pulled his underwear down and started stroking his dick. He was in a trance, he knew it was his sister who was getting her pussy eating in the next room. Vikas didn't care at this point, he started jerking off to the scene in front of him. After some time, Nawaz grabbed Sonarika's hair and smooched her wildly, Vikas saw how he was treating his sister roughly. Nawaz grabbed her hips and laid down on the bed, Sonarika got on top of him and rested her pussy on his face. Nawaz again started eating her pussy from the bottom, Sonarika was grinding her ass on his face. This image was too much for vikas, he was turned on by the slutty behaviour of his sister. He felt the tension building in his dick and within moments, he shot the biggest load of his life on the door of his sister's bedroom. Vikas felt his body was jerking violently, he settled down after some time and again shot a load this time on the floor. He was feeling very weak, he got up and started walking towards his bedroom. He fell down on the bed and never realised how he went to sleep.
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Next morning, Nawaz was again getting a blowjob from Sonarika. He checked the watch and it was 5 AM. Sonarika licked his dick and balls one last time and stopped the blowjob. She looked at Nawaz with a worried expression, "Nawaz you have to leave, vikas will get up any time now. Please go" she said
"Arey meri jaan, itni bhi kya jaldi hai. Ek baar firse tujhe chodta hu fir chale jata hu"
"No Nawaz. Please leave. Please go now"
Nawaz nodded his head and started getting dressed, he grabbed Sonarika's hair and gave her a wild smooch. She kissed him back and pushed him to leave. Nawaz smiled and opened the door, he saw there was a small pool of semen on the door and also the floor. He looked at vikas's bedroom but the door was closed. Nawaz knew something was suspicious, but he ignored and got going. He was soon gone to his apartment with a grin on his face.
In the other bedroom, vikas was awake and he heard the door open. He waited patiently for some time and slowly opened the door of his bedroom. He went near Sonarika's bedroom and peeped inside. There was only one shadow sleeping on the bed, he realised that Nawaz had left. He opened the door of her bedroom slowly and looked inside. On the floor, he could see her red bangles. Some of them were broken and some were in a good state. He realised how wild Nawaz was last night. By the state of the room, he could figure out his ferocity of love making. He also saw Sonarika's bra and panties in one corner of the room. He slowly walked forward and grabbed her bra and panties. He dashed out of her room and went inside his bedroom. He rushed in the bathroom and with her panty in his hand, he started massaging his cock with it. He loved how her velvet panties felt around his cock, he massaged his dick for some time and shot his load again in her panties. He cleaned the semen from her panty and quietly went to her room and placed her bra and panty in the same corner of the room from where he had taken them.
Sonarika woke up after some time, she sat up straight on the bed and began to stretch her body. She was feeling very tired after last night's session. Nawaz had kept her awake all night, she was amazed by his stamina at this age. She was also mesmerized by the size of his big black cock. Before Nawaz, she never knew dicks could be that big. She saw all the mess that was created in the room, she started picking up the broken bangles and also cleaning the room. She looked at the bedsheet and there were numerous wet spots on it. She smiled looking at it and bit her lip. She quickly changed the bedsheet and threw the used bedsheet in the washing machine. She took her bra and panties. She realised that he panty was wet, she smelled it and it smelled like semen. She thought it was Nawaz who had shot a load there, she threw them into the washing machine too. Her room was clean after some time, she changed into a loose fitting dress and opened the door of her bedroom.
She stepped out and saw the door of vikas's bedroom was still closed, she thought he must be studying. She walked towards the living room and realised while walking there was a slight pain in her pussy. Nawaz had fucked her hard last night and her pussy was not used to his size. She was a virgin before meeting Nawaz and she really found it difficult to take a cock of his size. She stumbled to the kitchen and started preparing coffee for herself. She sat down on the couch and started having coffee. Sonarika also turned on the TV for the latest news, there was no news on when the country will be open for travel. She really missed her parents. She took her phone and called her mom, they started talking and she was feeling better listening to her voice.
After half n hour of talking to her mother, Sonarika disconnected the call and saw that vikas was still sleeping. She found it unusual that it was 8:30 AM and his room was still locked. She wanted to wake him up but felt bad for him. He was a hard-working guy who studied for most part of the day. She let him sleep for some more time. She got up from the couch and opened the main door to get today's newspaper. She saw the main door of nawaz's apartment was also open, she took the newspaper and wanted to turn back. Her body refused her, she slowly walked towards his apartment and looked inside. There was no sign of Nawaz in the living room, she went in further and heard the sound of water running in the shower. She moved ahead a bit and saw Nawaz had glass partition in his bathroom. She looked inside and saw Nawaz was naked taking a bath. She looked at his naked form and wild images of last night's encounter started appearing in front of her eyes. She looked at his big cock, even in this state it was bigger than the normal indian cocks. She licked her lips and slowly walked towards her own apartment.
As soon as she entered her apartment, she saw vikas was sitting on the couch.
"Did aap kaha gayi thi?" He asked
"Arey paper wale ne aaj neeche hi newspaper daal diya tha, wo lene gayi thi" she lied
Sonarika went in the kitchen and started preparing coffee for him. She gave him the coffee and settled down on the couch reading the newspaper.
The bell rang, Sonarika's heart started beating faster. She kept a normal expression on her face. Vikas got up and opened the main door. It was Nawaz.
"Sonarika hai kya?" He asked
"Nahi didi busy hai. Kya kaam tha?" Vikas lied to him with a stern expression
"Usse kehna ki main thoda bahar ja raha hu. Raat ko dinner banane ki koi jarurat nahi hai main aate aate parcel leta aaunga" he said
Vikas just nodded his head and closed the door. Nawaz just smiled at his childish behaviour, he knew he could destroy vikas if he wanted but he decided against it. He was more interested in getting intimate with his sister. For that, he had to behave himself in front of vikas and her family.
Sonarika heard what Nawaz had said, she was feeling relieved as she finally had a day to enjoy and relax. Vikas got busy with his studies and Sonarika spent the day doing yoga and mostly relaxing watching Netflix.
Soon it was evening, Sonarika was in the shower anticipating what was going to happen. She really liked dressing up in her most beautiful sarees. She loved how the sarees hugged her perfect figure and she felt like a queen in them. Vikas was determined to finish his studies by evening, he had decided to stay awake at night to find out what exactly was going on.
It was 7:30 PM when the door bell rang, Vikas dashed from his room towards the living room and opened the door. It was Nawaz standing at the main door. Nawaz walked in to his house and settled down on the couch. His eyes were wandering around the house for Sonarika. He had not seen her for most part of the day. She stepped out of her bedroom wearing a transparent white saree with a matching white blouse. The blouse was struggling to keep her big boobs in them, she wanted to dress up for him.
His eyes immediately fell on her sexy body, he was licking his lips in anticipation of what was to follow. He looked at her big boobs and immediately felt his dick hardening in his pants. He was broken out of his thoughts when vikas spoke in between
"Bhaiyya aap dinner lane wale the na?"
"Arey ha. Mere flat mein rakha hai. Please laoge kya vikas? Bohot thak gaya hu"
Vikas realised why he said that, he nodded his head and said "Ok bhaiyya"
As soon as vikas was out of the main door, Nawaz stood up and grabbed Sonarika by the waist. He pressed his lips against hers and started smooching her wildly.
"Ummmm.....Hmmm....aummmm.... Slurp"
Nawaz started pushing his tongue in her mouth, Sonarika started feeling disgusting and tried to move her head. Nawaz grabbed her tightly, he could feel her big boobs pressed on his chest. With his right hand, he started caressing her saree covered ass. He started pressing and pinching her butt cheeks. Sonarika jumped in response to that, his kiss going deeper in her mouth. Nawaz picked her up and carried her in the kitchen, he started pressing her boobs hard over her blouse. Sonarika started moaning in his kiss, she loved the ferocity of nawaz. She started kissing him back passionately.
Vikas took the parcel from nawaz's apartment and came near the main door of his apartment. He was very conscious of his actions, he knew something was going on. He slowly walked in and saw nobody was in the living room. He started hearing sounds from the kitchen.
"Raat tak ruk nahi sakte kya. Ouch please"
"Jee karta hai din raat tumhe chodta rahu"
"Rukiye raat tak. Fir Jo marzi kar lena"
She adjusted her pallu and went in the living room, Vikas saw her but she kept a neutral expression on her face. She took the food from him and started arranging the dinner table. Vikas again observed that her lipstick was smeared on her face and her blouse was also heavily crumbled. He observed both sides of her blouse were crumbled and the saree on her ass was also crumbled a bit. He looked down and settled down on the dining table. All of them started having food and there was dead silence in the room.
N awaz finished his food and as usual said his good night to him and Sonarika.
Vikas closed the main door with a new found determination in his eyes. He had a plan of staying awake the whole night and if need be he was ready to fight Nawaz tonight to save his sister. He told Sonarika that he was going to study in his room, she just nodded her head with a smile.
Vikas went in his room started studying, he didn't lock the door from inside. He was already having a headache because of staying up last night. He tried his best to stay awake, he was determined to stay awake tonight. He looked at the watch and it was only 10:30 PM. He thought Nawaz will not come so early, so he laid down on the bed and tried to get some sleep. He didn't realise when he fell asleep.
Vikas woke up at 6:30 AM in the morning, he was sweating a lot. He had a bad dream of Nawaz with his sister. He got up and saw his dick was rock hard, he cursed himself and was very sad that he woke up late. He quietly opened the door of his bedroom and went to the living room. There was no sign of Sonarika's saree or earrings or anything. He came near her bedroom and saw the door was unlocked, he slightly pushed the door and saw she was asleep. He looked in her room and he didn't see her bangles or her bra and panties like he did the other night.
He felt this was very strange, but he was also happy that things were fine. He thought maybe it was a one time thing between them. Sonarika didn't mean to continue.
He went to the kitchen and started preparing coffee for him and his sister. He entered her room with her cup of coffee and went near the coffee table. On the coffee table, he saw a men's Rolex watch. He immediately recognised that it was the watch which Nawaz was wearing last night. He also saw that the bedsheet on which his sister was sleeping had wet spots all over it. He put his finger on one of the spots and smelled it. It smelled like semen, he also realised that it was still very fresh. With a terrible feeling in his stomach, vikas left her room.
Sonarika woke up after some time and came to the living room. She saw vikas was already up and they greeted each other. She was her usual bubbly self and vikas noticed a change in her behaviour. She got busy with preparing lunch for the both of them. After lunch, vikas and Sonarika went to their respective rooms and took a nap.
In his room, vikas was thinking of what to do next. He started inspecting her door, he observed that there were slight gaps in between where the screws were fit. Vikas figured there were 5 screws which were holding the door, if he could remove one screw from here it would create a significant space for him to peep outside. His bedroom was straight in line of the living room. He could see the couch from his bedroom. Vikas started dismantling the screw and in some time he was done. He peeped outside from the hole and could see everything in the living room and also the passage area.
In the evening, vikas had already started complaining to Sonarika about a severe headache and slight fever. She panicked but vikas assured her that it was because of staying up every night. He told her to prepare khichdi for him and he will sleep early tonight. Sonarika agreed and made khichdi for him. She also gave him medicines which will help him sleep at night.
"Ye medicine le lo aur aaram karo" she said
"Didi ye toh kaafi strong dose hai" he said
"Tumhe aaram ki jarurat hai vikas"
"Ok didi. Main ye le k so jata hu. Good night didi. Kal subha milte hai" Vikas took the medicine and turned back to walk towards his room. Once in his room, he went to the bathroom and flushed the medicine. He turned off the lights and waited patiently.
Sonarika saw the light of his room was switched off, she assumed he was sleeping and went inside her room to get ready. She selected a nice royal saree for herself. She got ready and was waiting for Nawaz. From his room, vikas could see that her sister was wearing a sexy saree. Her cleavage was visible from the blouse and the blouse was held by a single knot at the back.
The doorbell rang and Sonarika jumped in her seat. She got up and started walking towards the main door.
She opened the door and Nawaz was mesmerized by the view. She was looking like an angel. A young princess in her prime, Nawaz came in and locked the door. Vikas tried to look but the main door was not visible from his room. He cursed his luck but remained patient in his position.
Nawaz started kissing her roughly, he thought she was looking the sexiest tonight. He was hungry for her tonight, Sonarika also started kissing him back with passion. Vikas could hear kissing sounds from the living room but could not see anything. The kissing sounds stopped and he finally saw Sonarika. She had his back to him and was looking like a supermodel.
Vikas looked at the sexy plump figure of his sister and couldn't believe how hot she looked tonight. His thoughts were broken by two black hands on her waist, they pulled her close for a kiss and the kissing sounds started again. Nawaz and Sonarika were going for it, Nawaz really loved the passion in her kisses today. He felt something different. He broke the kiss and asked,
"Baby aaj kya baat hai?"
"Umm .... nothing mmm" she replied
"Wo kaha hai?" Nawaz asked
"Wo so raha hai. Usko neend ki goli di hai"
After hearing that, Nawaz landed two heavy slaps on her big ass and started smooching her wildly again. He inserted his tongue in her mouth and started playing with her tongue. Both of them were exchanging saliva mixed with her lipstick. Their tongue wrestling match continued for some time.
Vikas was already getting hard, he ignored his body's reaction and kept on looking.
Nawaz was now pressing her boobs over her blouse. She was moaning in the kiss, his strong hands felt so good on her big boobs.
Nawaz removed her pallu from her boobs and went face first in her cleavage. He was licking and biting her boobs from over her blouse. He had never seen a more perfect pair of boobs on a woman. Nawaz was pressing her boobs with both the hands and also biting and licking her cleavage area. He started pulling at her blouse, he tried to remove her blouse when Sonarika pushed his head away from her boobs.
"Pehle khana kha lete hai. Bhook lagi hai"
Nawaz just let her go and she started making arrangements for dinner. Both of them sat on the same chair, Nawaz pulled her on top of his lap. Her soft sexy ass resting on his big black cock. She could feel his cock harden already. They started eating.
Nawaz took one bite of the sabzi and kissed her deep. He transferred the sabzi to her mouth and she started eating. She felt disgusted in the first bite, but she got used to it quickly. She took the next bite of paneer and kissed Nawaz. She transferred the paneer from her mouth to his mouth. She smiled as Nawaz loved it. Both of them continued eating in this manner, transferring food from one mouth to another.
Soon they were done with dinner, Sonarika was in the kitchen finishing things up. Nawaz came to the living room and started stripping. He was now in his underwear and started the TV. Vikas saw the incredible bulge in his underwear and stood frozen. He could only imagine how his sister felt once his dick entered her pussy.
She was soon done with the kitchen, she came to the living room still dressed in her sexy saree. She sat next to him on the couch and rested her head on his shoulder. Nawaz put on light music and both of them started to relax. Sonarika felt a hand on her breast, Nawaz was pressing her breast again. She closed her eyes and enjoyed his touch. Nawaz held her chin up and kissed her deep again. This time he was gentle with the kiss, he wanted to taste her sexy red lips. The kiss turned into a wild smooch as both were turned on by the music.
Nawaz held her hand and both of them stood up and started dancing. Sonarika had her back towards vikas's room. So vikas could see her sexy milky back. Nawaz pulled her close to him and started dancing. After some time, vikas noticed two black hands on Sonarika's back. Exploring her sexy milky back, touching her sexy plump back. Nawaz slowly unhooked her blouse, he also untied the string which was holding her blouse together. Now he was moving his black hands all over her exposed back.
Vikas saw that and shot his first load on the door of his bedroom. He loved the colour contrast of his black hands on her white back. He kept on jerking his cock and at one time, Nawaz almost looked staring at him. Vikas was frozen in his place as his eyes met with nawaz's eyes. But Nawaz moved his gaze and vikas was feeling better.
Vikas now saw Nawaz move his hands from her back down to her big ass. He started pressing her ass cheeks and pinching it. Nawaz grabbed her hair with one hand and started pressing her ass with the other hand. Sonarika was wet already, she was itching for a fuck tonight. Nawaz slowly took off her blouse and she was now only in her sexy lacy white coloured bra. Nawaz started pressing her boobs again and swiftly took off the bra from over her head. Nawaz grabbed her hair and quickly turned her around. Sonarika was face to face with vikas, he saw the sexy milky big boobs of her and started cumming again. His body was shaking violently at the view. Sonarika was grinding her big ass on his dick as he was pressing her boobs from behind her. His black hands engulfing her entire breasts.
As the slow dancing continued, Nawaz slowly peeled off her saree from her body. She was now topless and in only her velvet panty. Vikas saw her big sexy ass and shot his third load of the night. Sonarika went near Nawaz and pushed him on the couch, she bent down and pulled down his underwear. His big black cock sprang out of his underwear, she took his cock in her mouth and started giving him a blowjob. Vikas was shook by her actions, she always thought his sister was a sweet girl next door type. He never thought she was capable of doing such things. Sonarika started blowing his big dick with passion, she started massaging his ballsack too. She flicked her tongue on his exposed cock head and it got a reaction out of Nawaz. She kept on doing that, she took her tongue and started licking his cock right from his ballsack up towards his cock head. Nawaz closed his eyes and just relaxed on the couch. Sonarika went to work, she gave him a blowjob for half n hour. She stopped only when her mouth was sore.
After receiving an amazing blowjob, Nawaz roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her up. He rested his head on the pillow on the couch, he grabbed Sonarika and made her sit on his face. As Sonarika sat down on his face, vikas shot his fourth load of the night.
Nawaz started eating, licking and sucking her pussy from down under. He loved this position with her as her sexy pussy was mesmerizing to look at from down below. Nawaz started pressing her big boobs with his hands and was going to work on her pussy. Sonarika started grinding her ass on his face and in the process, she felt tension build up in her body. She tried to control it for some time but her body reacted violently and she started cumming on his face. Nawaz quickly sucked and licked her pussy juice flowing out of her sexy milky pussy. Nawaz gave her some time to settle down and she sat down on the couch.
Vikas also shot his fifth load of the night.
Vikas looked at the scene in the living room, her saree, blouse, bra, panty were laying on the ground. She was still wearing her earrings and her bangles. Vikas went to the bathroom and took a toilet paper to clean his hand. His hand was full of semen. He came out of the bathroom and peeped outside again. Nawaz had made Sonarika lie down on the couch and he had positioned his big black cock in between her breasts. She was pressing her big boobs from both sides as Nawaz started titty fucking her. Her bangles started producing a sound as Nawaz increased his pace of titty fucking her.
"Itne bade chuche diye hai tujhe. Inhe chodna toh banta hai na Sonarika" he said
She just closed her eyes, she realised his cock was hitting her chin. She opened her mouth for his cock. Now his cock was fucking her big boobs and also entering his mouth simultaneously. Nawaz was over the moon as he felt her tongue on his dick. He felt a tremendous build up in his body. He positioned his cock on her face and shot the biggest load at her. Nawaz kept on cumming on her face, her big boobs and her hair. Vikas saw there was cum in her hair, on her face and also on her boobs. Nawaz took the cum from her boobs and fed her. She opened her mouth and ate the cum from his fingers. Vikas was disgusted looking at that, he had never seen anything like this. He looked at the watch and it was already 2:30 PM. Its been more than 3 hours that their session started and Nawaz had not even fucked her till now he thought.
Sonarika got up and went to the washroom to clean herself. She looked in the mirror and thought she was looking like a cheap whore. She saw there were bite marks on her boobs and neck. Her lipstick was smeared on her face and her eyeliner was out of place. Her hair had dry semen in them. She started cleaning herself up.
In the living room, Nawaz was stroking his already hard dick again. He got up and went to the kitchen, vikas was surprised as to why did he go to the kitchen. Nawaz returned from the kitchen with ice, he sat down on the couch. Sonarika came from the washroom looking fresh as ever. She came near him and settled down on the couch. She saw the ice and thought what was in his mind. Nawaz made her lie down on the couch and started massaging her body with ice. Sonarika started moaning.
"Ahhh.mmm.....its so cold.....ufff...Nawaz"
The ice was melting quicker due to her body heat. Nawaz bent down and started licking her sexy milky body. Nawaz started licking every part of her body. He moved the ice up towards her mouth, she took the ice in her mouth and Nawaz kissed her deep. They started playing with the ice in their mouths and soon it was melted. Nawaz took one more ice cube and started rubbing it on her pussy. Sonarika started jerking violently
"Ouummmm.....uffffg.....no Nawaz..... please......not there.....uffff.....aahhhh"
Nawaz started rubbing her pussy lips with the ice and bought his face near her pussy. He started eating her pussy again along with rubbing the ice cube. Her pussy was burning with desire and now Nawaz was applying ice on it. She held the pillows for support as Nawaz licked her till the ice melted.
Vikas by now had shot his fifth load of the night. He looked down and saw a pool of semen on the floor and the door.
He looked outside, Nawaz grabbed her hair roughly and made her stand up. He was kissing her wildly and suddenly he grabbed her from the waist and put her on his shoulder. He turned her a bit and now her face was near his big dick and her pussy was near his face. He called out
"Baby this is the standing 69 position"
Sonarika took his dick in her mouth upside down and Nawaz also buried his face in her pussy. Both of them started licking and sucking each other's private parts. Unknowingly, they had started a game as to check who was going to cum first. Sonarika was determined to win this game, she started rolling her tongue on his exposed cock head. She started licking and sucking his balls and cock in quick succession. Nawaz also started eating her pussy with vigour, he loved the strawberry flavour of her pussy. He bit her pussy which drew a reaction from her. Their game continued for some time, none of them were cumming. Both were determined to win. Sonarika tried her best to make him cum. She had to think of a different way to make him cum. She moved her hands to his ass cheeks and slightly parted them. Before Nawaz could realise what was going on, Sonarika inserted a finger in his black dirty asshole. Nawaz shivered at that feeling, he almost lost balance. Sonarika started fingering his dirty asshole, it was not long before Nawaz started shooting his load in her mouth. Sonarika happily ate his cum and said
"You lost baby. You lost" she beamed
Nawaz put her down on the couch and sat down. He was exhausted but still excited. Vikas looked at the watch and it was 3:30 AM. Nawaz had still not fucked her. He was amazed at his stamina.
Nawaz motioned her to lie down on the couch, Sonarika stopped him and said
"Condoms please. They way your cock is behaving tonight. You'll surely make me pregnant. Please condoms."
Nawaz hated the thought of condoms but had no choice. He got up and rushed to his apartment to fetch condom. He was naked and felt the cold breeze on his body. He was back in no time and Sonarika took the condoms from him. She spread her legs wide on the couch as Nawaz positioned his dick near her pussy. He started rubbing his dick on her sexy hungry pussy.
"OHHH don't tease me baby. Please this is too much. Fuck me Nawaz"
He needed no further invitation, he slammed his dick in her pussy in one go. Sonarika scremed on top of her voice. She felt like a hot rod had entered her body. Vikas shot his sixth load of the night hearing her screams. Nawaz started fucking her slowly and adjusted himself on the couch. He increased the pace of fucking her making her moan loudly in response. Nawaz groaned loudly and removed his dick from her pussy. He removed the condom and threw it in one corner of the room. Vikas was shell shocked and frozen in his place. Without saying a word, Nawaz slammed his big dick in her sexy pussy and started slamming harder. He was now fucking her with full power. Sonarika started moaning loudly as his big dick was pistoning in and out of her pussy. Vikas looked at his cock properly for the first time and was amazed by the size and width of it. He compared it with his forearms and thought his dick was bigger. He started jerking off again to the sight.
Sonarika was taking all 9 inches in her pussy. His cock was tearing through the walls of her pussy. She was in estacy as Nawaz was fucking her like his life depends on it She was moaning non stop
"Oh yes yes yes baby.....fuck me baby.....oiiiiiii....yeay.....yeay.....that's it baby"
Nawaz needed no motivation, he kept on slamming her for the next half n hour. They switched position and Nawaz made her sit on all fours in the doggy position. She was now facing vikas as Nawaz slammed his cock from behind and started fucking her in doggy again. Sonarika looked down at the couch as she felt his dick going even deeper in her body. She closed her eyes and started moaning louder and louder. She felt she was losing senses. Her body jerked around crazily and she had the biggest orgasm of her life. She was shaking but Nawaz kept on fucking her non stop. After some time, he made her lie down on the floor and mounted her in the missionary position. He slammed his dick in and started fucking her again. Sonarika was moaning continuously as her pussy was assaulted like never before. Nawaz was a different animal tonight, she looked at him and saw he was still going strong. She licked her lips and bought her hands around his ass, she again parted his ass cheeks and inserted a finger in his asshole. Nawaz shuddered by her sudden move and looked down at her
"Yeah baby.....fuck me harder....yes Nawaz"
She started fingering his asshole and also verbally encouraging him to fuck harder. All this took its toll on Nawaz and he shot his biggest load of the night deep in her pussy. He kept on shooting load after load in her white pussy. Vikas shot his load again and almost collapsed on the ground. He was very tired, he saw semen leak out of her pussy as Nawaz still had his dick buried deep in her sexy white pussy. Nawaz removed his dick from her pussy with a pop sound and Sonarika immediately started licking and sucking his big black cock. She wanted to clean his cock. She kept on sucking on his dick for some time and Nawaz had one more orgasm.
Sonarika looked at the clock and saw it was 5AM. She told Nawaz to leave as she feared that vikas would get up anytime. Nawaz told her that he was too tired to walk home now. Sonarika shook his head and asked him to sleep in her bedroom. Both of them picked up their clothes from the living room and went in her bedroom naked.
In his bedroom vikas was feeling like he was sick. His body felt very weak. He looked at the calendar and checked it was saturday. He thought he'll just sleep for the rest of the day. He was unable to sleep as of now. He kept on twisting and turning in his bed for some time, after half n hour he gave up the idea of sleep and went to the door of his bedroom, he started hearing sounds from the other room. He peeped outside
"Jao....Jao jaldi please....wo uth jayega...go"
"Lunch pe aata hu, bahar ka nahi khana"
"OK baba now go. Leave fast" she said
Vikas saw that Nawaz was leaving in a hurry and Sonarika closed the door behind him. She cleaned the living room and went to the kitchen. Vikas stepped out and greeted her
"Good morning didi" he said
"GM bhai. Neend puri hui?" She asked
"Haan didi. Medicine se need lag gayi"
Sonarika started preparing coffee and breakfast for the two of them. Both of them sat in the living room and smiled at each other. For the first time vikas looked at her in a different way and realised how beautiful she was. He looked at her green eyes, her red rosy lips and her inviting cleavage. Vikas didn't know what was happening to him. He was getting weird thoughts about his sister.
Sonarika saw her phone started ringing, it was her mother. She answered the call and her mother told her that what's today's special plan. Sonarika was confused, her mother reminded her that today is RAKSHABANDHAN.
Sonarika jumped on her seat, she had completely forgotten about it. Sonarika and Vikas kept on apologising to their mother for completely forgetting about the day. After some time, she disconnected the phone and started preparing her favourite meal for the day. She also started making a cake.
Vikas wanted to test her loyalty tonight on the day of RAKSHABANDHAN. He started thinking of a plan to keep an eye on her. His mind suddenly went to the servent room. He remembered the servent room had a separate entry door. The Bhadoria family usually kept it locked, vikas rushed to his parents bedroom and started searching for the key to that room. He found the key in some time and kept it with him.
Sonarika had prepared kaju curry and Butter naan for lunch, she also prepared veg pulav. The cake was also almost ready. She was done in some time and finally went to the shower to take a bath and get ready.
Vikas was sitting on the couch, his mind was on how to implement his plan for tonight. The TV was on in front of him but his mind was distracted, soon Sonarika came out of her room wearing a salwar kameez. She was looking like a goddess in this outfit. Vikas kept on staring at her. She bought the thali with a diya and applied a tika on his forehead. She took the rakhi and bent down to tie it on his hand. Vikas looked at her generous cleavage and licked his lips. He was getting uncomfortable. He started getting an erection.
Generally it was the brother who gave gifts to the sister, but vikas was a student. He playfully asked Sonarika for a gift
"Didi mera PC kharab hua hai. Mujhe naya laptop dilwa do na. Please didi"
She laughed at his remarks, she nodded her head and said OK. It was almost time for lunch, just then the door bell rang. Vikas knew who it was. He opened the door. It was Nawaz standing at the door in his shorts
"Arey bhaiyya aap ready nahi hue" vikas said
"Rakshabandhan tumhare isme hota hai, main toh yaha khaane aaya hu" he replied
Vikas felt like someone had kicked him in the stomach, this comment from Nawaz really hit him hard. Nawaz looked at Sonarika and winked, she ignored him and settled down on the dining table. Everyone started eating and Nawaz realised that she was acting weird today. Something was on her mind, he tried to touch her legs from under the table but she quickly pulled back her leg. Not engaging with his advances. Vikas also realised that she was not even looking at him, he smiled a bit looking at nawaz. Nawaz finished his lunch and started to leave. He heard Sonarika say
"Aaj hamara upwas hai, dinner bahar se order kar lena. Main aur vikas sirf fruits khane wale hai raat ko" she said
Nawaz just rushed out of their apartment. His mind recalled what vikas had said during lunch, vikas told him that he had asked for a new laptop from his sister. Nawaz smiled devilishly. He went inside his bedroom and took out the gifts that he had received from one of his producers. He started unwrapping the gifts and saw there was a brand new iPad and Macbook pro. Nawaz thought these things were of no use for him.
In the evening, Nawaz took the gifts and knocked on the door of the bhadoria's. It was almost 8:30 PM. Vikas got irritated and opened the door in anger.
"Kya hai? Subha bola tha na aaj hamara upwas hai. Aap parcel mangwa lijiye"
Nawaz just smiled, "Arey chote bhai dekh tere liye main kya laya hu" he said
Nawaz walked in and gave him the boxes. Vikas took the boxes from him and started unwrapping them. Sonarika came into the living room and ignored his eye contact. She kept on looking towards the gifts.
Vikas was jumping around the house. He was super happy tonight.
"YES.....THANK YOU BHAIYYA......THANKS"
Nawaz just gave him a light hug and left. He didn't even look at Sonarika while he was leaving. Vikas was over the moon, he took the laptop and went inside his room. He was a geek at heart, he loved to explore new cool gadgets. Sonarika just sat down on the couch and started watching Netflix. She started watching her favourite TV show and was very happy for her brother. She was also guilty that she couldn't buy him a new laptop. In reality, her personal finances were a mess. She had only one TV show now and she was put on probation in that too. She really loved nawaz's sweet gesture for her brother. Sonarika also bought the cake that she had made today and started eating. (She was totally unaware that she had forget to lock the main door as Nawaz left)
At around 11 PM, Nawaz opened his main door to throw the remains of his dinner. He had bought a parcel from a 5 star hotel. He had a whole mutton biriyani for himself. He also was feeling sleepy at this time, he disposed off the garbage and turned to enter in his flat, while closing his main door he saw the main door of bhadoria's was slightly ajar. He saw light coming out from the gap. Nawaz slowly closed his door and went near their door, he pushed it slightly and saw it was open. He pushed the door and peeped inside, nobody was in the living room. He stepped in the house and quietly started tip toing in the living room. From the living room he could see a womanly shadow in the kitchen, he also saw the cake was on the coffee table in the living room.
He took some cream from the cake in one of his fingers, he peeped inside the kitchen and saw Sonarika was in her salwar kameez with her back towards him. He slowly walked forward and went near her.
He quickly grabbed her from behind, she almost jumped by his grabbing.
"Tum yaha kaise?" She asked in panic
"Darwaja khula rakhti ho, upar se puch rahi ho. Tumhe chodne aaya hu" he said
"Nahi aaj rakshabandhan hai" she said
"Mujhe kya matlab. Waise bhi tumhara bhai fuddu hai. So raha hoga abhi tak" he said
She displayed mock anger at his comments, she tried to speak but her lips were engulfed by his blacks lips. They started smooching in the kitchen again. Nawaz applied to the cream from his fingers to her cleavage, he started inserting his finger in her cleavage. The ghungroo on the back of her salwar were making sounds, there were ghungroo and bangle sounds coming from the kitchen. Nawaz started grinding his cock on her kameez covered ass. She tried to break free from his grip but he was very strong.
One hour later, vikas came out of his room. The battery of the new laptop was almost dying and he had forgot the charger in the living room. He stepped out of his room and started walking towards the living room. It was pitch dark, he took the charger from the living room and saw the cake on the table was almost finished. He found it strange that Sonarika had eaten so much cake. In the kitchen, he saw a ghungroo was lying on the floor. He went near it and remembered that it was the ghungroo of Sonarika's salwar kameez. He started getting the sick feeling again. He walked slowly towards her room, he pressed his ear but there was no sound. Suddenly there were bangle sounds coming from his parents bedroom. He almost fell down because of panic.
He rushed to the door and tried to peep inside, but there was no gap. He suddenly remembered the key to the servent room. From the servent room, the master bedroom was visible and also one could access it. He took the key from his room and exited his apartment. From the servent room door, he unlocked the door and entered in. He stepped forward and went near the door of the master bedroom. He peeped inside and was frozen in his place.
Sonarika was applying cream from the cake on his big black cock. He started massaging his cock with the cream and started giving him a blowjob. Nawaz tilted his head back as Sonarika went to work on his cock. She started massaging his ballsack with her hand while giving him a blowjob. The blowjob continued for half n hour. There was sucking and licking sounds in the master bedroom. Vikas took out his cock from his pant and started jerking off. Nawaz grabbed her hair and started pushing his hips up so that his cock went in more in her mouth. Nawaz grabbed her breasts with one hand and started pressing them hard. Sonarika started moaning lightly and Nawaz slapped her left breast hard. She removed her mouth from his cock, but Nawaz pushed her head down again and shoved his cock again.
Nawaz held her body and made her lie down on the bed, he applied the cream on her big boobs and also in between the gap of her two big milky breasts. He bought his big dick in between her breasts and Sonarika pushed both her breasts from both sides. Nawaz started titty fucking her again. The valley between her boobs was made smooth because of the cream. Sonarika again opened her mouth and started taking his cock in her mouth. The titty fucking continued for some time, nawaz increased his pace of fucking her boobs and after jerking a lot he shot his big load on her beautiful face.
Vikas was defeated tonight, he thought his sister won't do this atleast tonight as it was rakshabandhan. He started crying in the store room. He was left heartbroken. He tried to wipe his eyes but the tears didn't seem like stopping. He kept on crying for some time. When he composed himself, he looked in the bedroom and saw Nawaz had lined his cock in her pussy and slammed it in one go. His cock went tearing through her pussy and started fucking her again. Vikas with a resigned body, turned back and started walking towards the exit door of the servent room. The moaning was getting lighter and lighter as he was nearing the exit and it stopped as he exited.
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Vikas got up at 2:30 AM at night, he was feeling very thirsty and wanted to have some water. He checked his bottle but it was empty. He grabbed his bottle in a sleepy state and started walking towards the kitchen. In the kitchen, he filled up his bottle and had some water. He walked out of the kitchen and on his way he saw golden earrings that his sister was wearing on the couch. He went near the couch and double checked it. It was indeed the earrings that his sister was wearing in the evening. Vikas started getting those uncomfortable thoughts again, he took the earrings and looked around the living room. It was pitch dark, he was struggling with his vision. As he was walking, his feet touched something smooth and silky. He bent down and saw it was Sonarika's blue saree that she was wearing in the evening. Vikas felt like someone has punched him in the stomach, he took the saree and started following the path of the saree. The saree was taking him from the living room to the passage, in the passage his feet touched a velvet touch fabric. He bent down and saw it was Sonarika's blouse that she was wearing in the evening. He took the blouse in his hand and observed that it was heavily crumbled. Like someone had crushed it with tremendous force. His knees were feeling very weak by now, he was unable to walk properly. He kept on following the path of her long saree and his worst nightmare came true. The saree finished just before the door of her bedroom. Vikas by now had tears in his eyes. He couldn't believe what was happening to him.
He was afraid to take the next step, he went to the washbasin and washed his face with cold water. He cleaned his face and was determined to find out what was going on. He turned towards his sister's bedroom and walked silently towards the door. He approached the door and put his ear to it, he could hear the AC running and realised it was on automatic temperature control. He pressed his ear against the door, he was unable to hear anything. Vikas waited for some time and tried his best to hear from the bedroom. After waiting for 10 mins, he had a smile on his face. Vikas was feeling better. He got up and went to his bedroom.
Vikas jumped on his bed with joy, he was feeling ashamed that he doubted his sweet sister. He was about to pull the blanket over his head when he heard the sound of flush from the other bedroom. Vikas felt his eyes widening in fear, he felt the same gut wrenching feeling in his stomach again. He got up slowly and opened the door of his bedroom. He went to the door of his sister's bedroom and pushed his ear against the door. He could hear some sound this time.
He pressed his ear harder on the door again
"It's so bigggg"
"Ummm......I love it......oh yes i love it"
Gulp.....Gulp.....Slurpp...Slurpp...Gulp....Slurp
Vikas felt his heart sink in his chest, he was crying now. He wanted to find out what was going on. He tried to find gaps in the corner of the door, he tried peeping inside but he could see nothing. He was panic searching to find a crack or a gap to look inside. Suddenly, he got an idea and saw that there was a considerable gap under the door. Vikas squatted down on all fours and tried to look inside, he saw nothing. He laid flat on his stomach and he had a better view now. He tried to search for his sister. What he saw will stay with him for the rest of his life.
His sister was giving Nawaz the blowjob of his life. He could figure out two shadows in the dark. One shadow was squatting down in front of a standing shadow. The head of the shadow was moving front and back in front of the standing shadow.
Vikas observed that drool was dropping from her face to her chest. Drool mixed with her saliva and his semen. Nawaz had arched his head back and was enjoying Sonarika's amazing mouth on his big black cock. The slurping sounds continued for half n hour
"Gulp....Gulp....Slurpp....Slurpp....Slurpp..."
Vikas had never seen such a sight in his life, he couldn't believe what he was witnessing. His sweet sister, his didi was giving this 48 yr old man the time of his life. The blowjob continued for Nawaz, he had started moaning lightly. Vikas couldn't take the sight in front of him. He was feeling uneasy, he went inside his room and rushed to the attached bathroom. He started vomitting in the bathroom. He was feeling sick, he was feeling tired. He wiped his face after some time and laid down on the bed. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, he realised his dick was hard and cursed himself. He touched his dick with his hand and realised it was the hardest ever. He felt ashamed of himself, he was unable to sleep or relax. His mind was on what was going on in the next room. He tried to sleep for 15 mins but gave up, he slowly crawled out of his bed and went to his sister's bedroom. He crouched down again and peeped inside the room.
Nawaz had his head buried in Sonarika's pussy. He was eating her pussy ferociously, Vikas saw the shadow of a man who had his head buried in between two tonely thighs and the shadow of a women who had her legs held up in the air and was grabbing the bedsheet for support. Sonarika was moaning loudly as Nawaz was licking her pussy like a wild dog. He had never tasted such a sweet pussy, Sonarika was young, very fair and had a voluptuous body. Nawaz had never tasted a pussy like her and he just kept on eating her non stop.
Unknowingly, vikas moved his hand to his crotch and started unzipping his pants. He pulled his underwear down and started stroking his dick. He was in a trance, he knew it was his sister who was getting her pussy eating in the next room. Vikas didn't care at this point, he started jerking off to the scene in front of him. After some time, Nawaz grabbed Sonarika's hair and smooched her wildly, Vikas saw how he was treating his sister roughly. Nawaz grabbed her hips and laid down on the bed, Sonarika got on top of him and rested her pussy on his face. Nawaz again started eating her pussy from the bottom, Sonarika was grinding her ass on his face. This image was too much for vikas, he was turned on by the slutty behaviour of his sister. He felt the tension building in his dick and within moments, he shot the biggest load of his life on the door of his sister's bedroom. Vikas felt his body was jerking violently, he settled down after some time and again shot a load this time on the floor. He was feeling very weak, he got up and started walking towards his bedroom. He fell down on the bed and never realised how he went to sleep.
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Next morning, Nawaz was again getting a blowjob from Sonarika. He checked the watch and it was 5 AM. Sonarika licked his dick and balls one last time and stopped the blowjob. She looked at Nawaz with a worried expression, "Nawaz you have to leave, vikas will get up any time now. Please go" she said
"Arey meri jaan, itni bhi kya jaldi hai. Ek baar firse tujhe chodta hu fir chale jata hu"
"No Nawaz. Please leave. Please go now"
Nawaz nodded his head and started getting dressed, he grabbed Sonarika's hair and gave her a wild smooch. She kissed him back and pushed him to leave. Nawaz smiled and opened the door, he saw there was a small pool of semen on the door and also the floor. He looked at vikas's bedroom but the door was closed. Nawaz knew something was suspicious, but he ignored and got going. He was soon gone to his apartment with a grin on his face.
In the other bedroom, vikas was awake and he heard the door open. He waited patiently for some time and slowly opened the door of his bedroom. He went near Sonarika's bedroom and peeped inside. There was only one shadow sleeping on the bed, he realised that Nawaz had left. He opened the door of her bedroom slowly and looked inside. On the floor, he could see her red bangles. Some of them were broken and some were in a good state. He realised how wild Nawaz was last night. By the state of the room, he could figure out his ferocity of love making. He also saw Sonarika's bra and panties in one corner of the room. He slowly walked forward and grabbed her bra and panties. He dashed out of her room and went inside his bedroom. He rushed in the bathroom and with her panty in his hand, he started massaging his cock with it. He loved how her velvet panties felt around his cock, he massaged his dick for some time and shot his load again in her panties. He cleaned the semen from her panty and quietly went to her room and placed her bra and panty in the same corner of the room from where he had taken them.
Sonarika woke up after some time, she sat up straight on the bed and began to stretch her body. She was feeling very tired after last night's session. Nawaz had kept her awake all night, she was amazed by his stamina at this age. She was also mesmerized by the size of his big black cock. Before Nawaz, she never knew dicks could be that big. She saw all the mess that was created in the room, she started picking up the broken bangles and also cleaning the room. She looked at the bedsheet and there were numerous wet spots on it. She smiled looking at it and bit her lip. She quickly changed the bedsheet and threw the used bedsheet in the washing machine. She took her bra and panties. She realised that he panty was wet, she smelled it and it smelled like semen. She thought it was Nawaz who had shot a load there, she threw them into the washing machine too. Her room was clean after some time, she changed into a loose fitting dress and opened the door of her bedroom.
She stepped out and saw the door of vikas's bedroom was still closed, she thought he must be studying. She walked towards the living room and realised while walking there was a slight pain in her pussy. Nawaz had fucked her hard last night and her pussy was not used to his size. She was a virgin before meeting Nawaz and she really found it difficult to take a cock of his size. She stumbled to the kitchen and started preparing coffee for herself. She sat down on the couch and started having coffee. Sonarika also turned on the TV for the latest news, there was no news on when the country will be open for travel. She really missed her parents. She took her phone and called her mom, they started talking and she was feeling better listening to her voice.
After half n hour of talking to her mother, Sonarika disconnected the call and saw that vikas was still sleeping. She found it unusual that it was 8:30 AM and his room was still locked. She wanted to wake him up but felt bad for him. He was a hard-working guy who studied for most part of the day. She let him sleep for some more time. She got up from the couch and opened the main door to get today's newspaper. She saw the main door of nawaz's apartment was also open, she took the newspaper and wanted to turn back. Her body refused her, she slowly walked towards his apartment and looked inside. There was no sign of Nawaz in the living room, she went in further and heard the sound of water running in the shower. She moved ahead a bit and saw Nawaz had glass partition in his bathroom. She looked inside and saw Nawaz was naked taking a bath. She looked at his naked form and wild images of last night's encounter started appearing in front of her eyes. She looked at his big cock, even in this state it was bigger than the normal indian cocks. She licked her lips and slowly walked towards her own apartment.
As soon as she entered her apartment, she saw vikas was sitting on the couch.
"Did aap kaha gayi thi?" He asked
"Arey paper wale ne aaj neeche hi newspaper daal diya tha, wo lene gayi thi" she lied
Sonarika went in the kitchen and started preparing coffee for him. She gave him the coffee and settled down on the couch reading the newspaper.
The bell rang, Sonarika's heart started beating faster. She kept a normal expression on her face. Vikas got up and opened the main door. It was Nawaz.
"Sonarika hai kya?" He asked
"Nahi didi busy hai. Kya kaam tha?" Vikas lied to him with a stern expression
"Usse kehna ki main thoda bahar ja raha hu. Raat ko dinner banane ki koi jarurat nahi hai main aate aate parcel leta aaunga" he said
Vikas just nodded his head and closed the door. Nawaz just smiled at his childish behaviour, he knew he could destroy vikas if he wanted but he decided against it. He was more interested in getting intimate with his sister. For that, he had to behave himself in front of vikas and her family.
Sonarika heard what Nawaz had said, she was feeling relieved as she finally had a day to enjoy and relax. Vikas got busy with his studies and Sonarika spent the day doing yoga and mostly relaxing watching Netflix.
Soon it was evening, Sonarika was in the shower anticipating what was going to happen. She really liked dressing up in her most beautiful sarees. She loved how the sarees hugged her perfect figure and she felt like a queen in them. Vikas was determined to finish his studies by evening, he had decided to stay awake at night to find out what exactly was going on.
It was 7:30 PM when the door bell rang, Vikas dashed from his room towards the living room and opened the door. It was Nawaz standing at the main door. Nawaz walked in to his house and settled down on the couch. His eyes were wandering around the house for Sonarika. He had not seen her for most part of the day. She stepped out of her bedroom wearing a transparent white saree with a matching white blouse. The blouse was struggling to keep her big boobs in them, she wanted to dress up for him.
His eyes immediately fell on her sexy body, he was licking his lips in anticipation of what was to follow. He looked at her big boobs and immediately felt his dick hardening in his pants. He was broken out of his thoughts when vikas spoke in between
"Bhaiyya aap dinner lane wale the na?"
"Arey ha. Mere flat mein rakha hai. Please laoge kya vikas? Bohot thak gaya hu"
Vikas realised why he said that, he nodded his head and said "Ok bhaiyya"
As soon as vikas was out of the main door, Nawaz stood up and grabbed Sonarika by the waist. He pressed his lips against hers and started smooching her wildly.
"Ummmm.....Hmmm....aummmm.... Slurp"
Nawaz started pushing his tongue in her mouth, Sonarika started feeling disgusting and tried to move her head. Nawaz grabbed her tightly, he could feel her big boobs pressed on his chest. With his right hand, he started caressing her saree covered ass. He started pressing and pinching her butt cheeks. Sonarika jumped in response to that, his kiss going deeper in her mouth. Nawaz picked her up and carried her in the kitchen, he started pressing her boobs hard over her blouse. Sonarika started moaning in his kiss, she loved the ferocity of nawaz. She started kissing him back passionately.
Vikas took the parcel from nawaz's apartment and came near the main door of his apartment. He was very conscious of his actions, he knew something was going on. He slowly walked in and saw nobody was in the living room. He started hearing sounds from the kitchen.
"Raat tak ruk nahi sakte kya. Ouch please"
"Jee karta hai din raat tumhe chodta rahu"
"Rukiye raat tak. Fir Jo marzi kar lena"
She adjusted her pallu and went in the living room, Vikas saw her but she kept a neutral expression on her face. She took the food from him and started arranging the dinner table. Vikas again observed that her lipstick was smeared on her face and her blouse was also heavily crumbled. He observed both sides of her blouse were crumbled and the saree on her ass was also crumbled a bit. He looked down and settled down on the dining table. All of them started having food and there was dead silence in the room.
N awaz finished his food and as usual said his good night to him and Sonarika.
Vikas closed the main door with a new found determination in his eyes. He had a plan of staying awake the whole night and if need be he was ready to fight Nawaz tonight to save his sister. He told Sonarika that he was going to study in his room, she just nodded her head with a smile.
Vikas went in his room started studying, he didn't lock the door from inside. He was already having a headache because of staying up last night. He tried his best to stay awake, he was determined to stay awake tonight. He looked at the watch and it was only 10:30 PM. He thought Nawaz will not come so early, so he laid down on the bed and tried to get some sleep. He didn't realise when he fell asleep.
Vikas woke up at 6:30 AM in the morning, he was sweating a lot. He had a bad dream of Nawaz with his sister. He got up and saw his dick was rock hard, he cursed himself and was very sad that he woke up late. He quietly opened the door of his bedroom and went to the living room. There was no sign of Sonarika's saree or earrings or anything. He came near her bedroom and saw the door was unlocked, he slightly pushed the door and saw she was asleep. He looked in her room and he didn't see her bangles or her bra and panties like he did the other night.
He felt this was very strange, but he was also happy that things were fine. He thought maybe it was a one time thing between them. Sonarika didn't mean to continue.
He went to the kitchen and started preparing coffee for him and his sister. He entered her room with her cup of coffee and went near the coffee table. On the coffee table, he saw a men's Rolex watch. He immediately recognised that it was the watch which Nawaz was wearing last night. He also saw that the bedsheet on which his sister was sleeping had wet spots all over it. He put his finger on one of the spots and smelled it. It smelled like semen, he also realised that it was still very fresh. With a terrible feeling in his stomach, vikas left her room.
Sonarika woke up after some time and came to the living room. She saw vikas was already up and they greeted each other. She was her usual bubbly self and vikas noticed a change in her behaviour. She got busy with preparing lunch for the both of them. After lunch, vikas and Sonarika went to their respective rooms and took a nap.
In his room, vikas was thinking of what to do next. He started inspecting her door, he observed that there were slight gaps in between where the screws were fit. Vikas figured there were 5 screws which were holding the door, if he could remove one screw from here it would create a significant space for him to peep outside. His bedroom was straight in line of the living room. He could see the couch from his bedroom. Vikas started dismantling the screw and in some time he was done. He peeped outside from the hole and could see everything in the living room and also the passage area.
In the evening, vikas had already started complaining to Sonarika about a severe headache and slight fever. She panicked but vikas assured her that it was because of staying up every night. He told her to prepare khichdi for him and he will sleep early tonight. Sonarika agreed and made khichdi for him. She also gave him medicines which will help him sleep at night.
"Ye medicine le lo aur aaram karo" she said
"Didi ye toh kaafi strong dose hai" he said
"Tumhe aaram ki jarurat hai vikas"
"Ok didi. Main ye le k so jata hu. Good night didi. Kal subha milte hai" Vikas took the medicine and turned back to walk towards his room. Once in his room, he went to the bathroom and flushed the medicine. He turned off the lights and waited patiently.
Sonarika saw the light of his room was switched off, she assumed he was sleeping and went inside her room to get ready. She selected a nice royal saree for herself. She got ready and was waiting for Nawaz. From his room, vikas could see that her sister was wearing a sexy saree. Her cleavage was visible from the blouse and the blouse was held by a single knot at the back.
The doorbell rang and Sonarika jumped in her seat. She got up and started walking towards the main door.
She opened the door and Nawaz was mesmerized by the view. She was looking like an angel. A young princess in her prime, Nawaz came in and locked the door. Vikas tried to look but the main door was not visible from his room. He cursed his luck but remained patient in his position.
Nawaz started kissing her roughly, he thought she was looking the sexiest tonight. He was hungry for her tonight, Sonarika also started kissing him back with passion. Vikas could hear kissing sounds from the living room but could not see anything. The kissing sounds stopped and he finally saw Sonarika. She had his back to him and was looking like a supermodel.
Vikas looked at the sexy plump figure of his sister and couldn't believe how hot she looked tonight. His thoughts were broken by two black hands on her waist, they pulled her close for a kiss and the kissing sounds started again. Nawaz and Sonarika were going for it, Nawaz really loved the passion in her kisses today. He felt something different. He broke the kiss and asked,
"Baby aaj kya baat hai?"
"Umm .... nothing mmm" she replied
"Wo kaha hai?" Nawaz asked
"Wo so raha hai. Usko neend ki goli di hai"
After hearing that, Nawaz landed two heavy slaps on her big ass and started smooching her wildly again. He inserted his tongue in her mouth and started playing with her tongue. Both of them were exchanging saliva mixed with her lipstick. Their tongue wrestling match continued for some time.
Vikas was already getting hard, he ignored his body's reaction and kept on looking.
Nawaz was now pressing her boobs over her blouse. She was moaning in the kiss, his strong hands felt so good on her big boobs.
Nawaz removed her pallu from her boobs and went face first in her cleavage. He was licking and biting her boobs from over her blouse. He had never seen a more perfect pair of boobs on a woman. Nawaz was pressing her boobs with both the hands and also biting and licking her cleavage area. He started pulling at her blouse, he tried to remove her blouse when Sonarika pushed his head away from her boobs.
"Pehle khana kha lete hai. Bhook lagi hai"
Nawaz just let her go and she started making arrangements for dinner. Both of them sat on the same chair, Nawaz pulled her on top of his lap. Her soft sexy ass resting on his big black cock. She could feel his cock harden already. They started eating.
Nawaz took one bite of the sabzi and kissed her deep. He transferred the sabzi to her mouth and she started eating. She felt disgusted in the first bite, but she got used to it quickly. She took the next bite of paneer and kissed Nawaz. She transferred the paneer from her mouth to his mouth. She smiled as Nawaz loved it. Both of them continued eating in this manner, transferring food from one mouth to another.
Soon they were done with dinner, Sonarika was in the kitchen finishing things up. Nawaz came to the living room and started stripping. He was now in his underwear and started the TV. Vikas saw the incredible bulge in his underwear and stood frozen. He could only imagine how his sister felt once his dick entered her pussy.
She was soon done with the kitchen, she came to the living room still dressed in her sexy saree. She sat next to him on the couch and rested her head on his shoulder. Nawaz put on light music and both of them started to relax. Sonarika felt a hand on her breast, Nawaz was pressing her breast again. She closed her eyes and enjoyed his touch. Nawaz held her chin up and kissed her deep again. This time he was gentle with the kiss, he wanted to taste her sexy red lips. The kiss turned into a wild smooch as both were turned on by the music.
Nawaz held her hand and both of them stood up and started dancing. Sonarika had her back towards vikas's room. So vikas could see her sexy milky back. Nawaz pulled her close to him and started dancing. After some time, vikas noticed two black hands on Sonarika's back. Exploring her sexy milky back, touching her sexy plump back. Nawaz slowly unhooked her blouse, he also untied the string which was holding her blouse together. Now he was moving his black hands all over her exposed back.
Vikas saw that and shot his first load on the door of his bedroom. He loved the colour contrast of his black hands on her white back. He kept on jerking his cock and at one time, Nawaz almost looked staring at him. Vikas was frozen in his place as his eyes met with nawaz's eyes. But Nawaz moved his gaze and vikas was feeling better.
Vikas now saw Nawaz move his hands from her back down to her big ass. He started pressing her ass cheeks and pinching it. Nawaz grabbed her hair with one hand and started pressing her ass with the other hand. Sonarika was wet already, she was itching for a fuck tonight. Nawaz slowly took off her blouse and she was now only in her sexy lacy white coloured bra. Nawaz started pressing her boobs again and swiftly took off the bra from over her head. Nawaz grabbed her hair and quickly turned her around. Sonarika was face to face with vikas, he saw the sexy milky big boobs of her and started cumming again. His body was shaking violently at the view. Sonarika was grinding her big ass on his dick as he was pressing her boobs from behind her. His black hands engulfing her entire breasts.
As the slow dancing continued, Nawaz slowly peeled off her saree from her body. She was now topless and in only her velvet panty. Vikas saw her big sexy ass and shot his third load of the night. Sonarika went near Nawaz and pushed him on the couch, she bent down and pulled down his underwear. His big black cock sprang out of his underwear, she took his cock in her mouth and started giving him a blowjob. Vikas was shook by her actions, she always thought his sister was a sweet girl next door type. He never thought she was capable of doing such things. Sonarika started blowing his big dick with passion, she started massaging his ballsack too. She flicked her tongue on his exposed cock head and it got a reaction out of Nawaz. She kept on doing that, she took her tongue and started licking his cock right from his ballsack up towards his cock head. Nawaz closed his eyes and just relaxed on the couch. Sonarika went to work, she gave him a blowjob for half n hour. She stopped only when her mouth was sore.
After receiving an amazing blowjob, Nawaz roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her up. He rested his head on the pillow on the couch, he grabbed Sonarika and made her sit on his face. As Sonarika sat down on his face, vikas shot his fourth load of the night.
Nawaz started eating, licking and sucking her pussy from down under. He loved this position with her as her sexy pussy was mesmerizing to look at from down below. Nawaz started pressing her big boobs with his hands and was going to work on her pussy. Sonarika started grinding her ass on his face and in the process, she felt tension build up in her body. She tried to control it for some time but her body reacted violently and she started cumming on his face. Nawaz quickly sucked and licked her pussy juice flowing out of her sexy milky pussy. Nawaz gave her some time to settle down and she sat down on the couch.
Vikas also shot his fifth load of the night.
Vikas looked at the scene in the living room, her saree, blouse, bra, panty were laying on the ground. She was still wearing her earrings and her bangles. Vikas went to the bathroom and took a toilet paper to clean his hand. His hand was full of semen. He came out of the bathroom and peeped outside again. Nawaz had made Sonarika lie down on the couch and he had positioned his big black cock in between her breasts. She was pressing her big boobs from both sides as Nawaz started titty fucking her. Her bangles started producing a sound as Nawaz increased his pace of titty fucking her.
"Itne bade chuche diye hai tujhe. Inhe chodna toh banta hai na Sonarika" he said
She just closed her eyes, she realised his cock was hitting her chin. She opened her mouth for his cock. Now his cock was fucking her big boobs and also entering his mouth simultaneously. Nawaz was over the moon as he felt her tongue on his dick. He felt a tremendous build up in his body. He positioned his cock on her face and shot the biggest load at her. Nawaz kept on cumming on her face, her big boobs and her hair. Vikas saw there was cum in her hair, on her face and also on her boobs. Nawaz took the cum from her boobs and fed her. She opened her mouth and ate the cum from his fingers. Vikas was disgusted looking at that, he had never seen anything like this. He looked at the watch and it was already 2:30 PM. Its been more than 3 hours that their session started and Nawaz had not even fucked her till now he thought.
Sonarika got up and went to the washroom to clean herself. She looked in the mirror and thought she was looking like a cheap whore. She saw there were bite marks on her boobs and neck. Her lipstick was smeared on her face and her eyeliner was out of place. Her hair had dry semen in them. She started cleaning herself up.
In the living room, Nawaz was stroking his already hard dick again. He got up and went to the kitchen, vikas was surprised as to why did he go to the kitchen. Nawaz returned from the kitchen with ice, he sat down on the couch. Sonarika came from the washroom looking fresh as ever. She came near him and settled down on the couch. She saw the ice and thought what was in his mind. Nawaz made her lie down on the couch and started massaging her body with ice. Sonarika started moaning.
"Ahhh.mmm.....its so cold.....ufff...Nawaz"
The ice was melting quicker due to her body heat. Nawaz bent down and started licking her sexy milky body. Nawaz started licking every part of her body. He moved the ice up towards her mouth, she took the ice in her mouth and Nawaz kissed her deep. They started playing with the ice in their mouths and soon it was melted. Nawaz took one more ice cube and started rubbing it on her pussy. Sonarika started jerking violently
"Ouummmm.....uffffg.....no Nawaz..... please......not there.....uffff.....aahhhh"
Nawaz started rubbing her pussy lips with the ice and bought his face near her pussy. He started eating her pussy again along with rubbing the ice cube. Her pussy was burning with desire and now Nawaz was applying ice on it. She held the pillows for support as Nawaz licked her till the ice melted.
Vikas by now had shot his fifth load of the night. He looked down and saw a pool of semen on the floor and the door.
He looked outside, Nawaz grabbed her hair roughly and made her stand up. He was kissing her wildly and suddenly he grabbed her from the waist and put her on his shoulder. He turned her a bit and now her face was near his big dick and her pussy was near his face. He called out
"Baby this is the standing 69 position"
Sonarika took his dick in her mouth upside down and Nawaz also buried his face in her pussy. Both of them started licking and sucking each other's private parts. Unknowingly, they had started a game as to check who was going to cum first. Sonarika was determined to win this game, she started rolling her tongue on his exposed cock head. She started licking and sucking his balls and cock in quick succession. Nawaz also started eating her pussy with vigour, he loved the strawberry flavour of her pussy. He bit her pussy which drew a reaction from her. Their game continued for some time, none of them were cumming. Both were determined to win. Sonarika tried her best to make him cum. She had to think of a different way to make him cum. She moved her hands to his ass cheeks and slightly parted them. Before Nawaz could realise what was going on, Sonarika inserted a finger in his black dirty asshole. Nawaz shivered at that feeling, he almost lost balance. Sonarika started fingering his dirty asshole, it was not long before Nawaz started shooting his load in her mouth. Sonarika happily ate his cum and said
"You lost baby. You lost" she beamed
Nawaz put her down on the couch and sat down. He was exhausted but still excited. Vikas looked at the watch and it was 3:30 AM. Nawaz had still not fucked her. He was amazed at his stamina.
Nawaz motioned her to lie down on the couch, Sonarika stopped him and said
"Condoms please. They way your cock is behaving tonight. You'll surely make me pregnant. Please condoms."
Nawaz hated the thought of condoms but had no choice. He got up and rushed to his apartment to fetch condom. He was naked and felt the cold breeze on his body. He was back in no time and Sonarika took the condoms from him. She spread her legs wide on the couch as Nawaz positioned his dick near her pussy. He started rubbing his dick on her sexy hungry pussy.
"OHHH don't tease me baby. Please this is too much. Fuck me Nawaz"
He needed no further invitation, he slammed his dick in her pussy in one go. Sonarika scremed on top of her voice. She felt like a hot rod had entered her body. Vikas shot his sixth load of the night hearing her screams. Nawaz started fucking her slowly and adjusted himself on the couch. He increased the pace of fucking her making her moan loudly in response. Nawaz groaned loudly and removed his dick from her pussy. He removed the condom and threw it in one corner of the room. Vikas was shell shocked and frozen in his place. Without saying a word, Nawaz slammed his big dick in her sexy pussy and started slamming harder. He was now fucking her with full power. Sonarika started moaning loudly as his big dick was pistoning in and out of her pussy. Vikas looked at his cock properly for the first time and was amazed by the size and width of it. He compared it with his forearms and thought his dick was bigger. He started jerking off again to the sight.
Sonarika was taking all 9 inches in her pussy. His cock was tearing through the walls of her pussy. She was in estacy as Nawaz was fucking her like his life depends on it She was moaning non stop
"Oh yes yes yes baby.....fuck me baby.....oiiiiiii....yeay.....yeay.....that's it baby"
Nawaz needed no motivation, he kept on slamming her for the next half n hour. They switched position and Nawaz made her sit on all fours in the doggy position. She was now facing vikas as Nawaz slammed his cock from behind and started fucking her in doggy again. Sonarika looked down at the couch as she felt his dick going even deeper in her body. She closed her eyes and started moaning louder and louder. She felt she was losing senses. Her body jerked around crazily and she had the biggest orgasm of her life. She was shaking but Nawaz kept on fucking her non stop. After some time, he made her lie down on the floor and mounted her in the missionary position. He slammed his dick in and started fucking her again. Sonarika was moaning continuously as her pussy was assaulted like never before. Nawaz was a different animal tonight, she looked at him and saw he was still going strong. She licked her lips and bought her hands around his ass, she again parted his ass cheeks and inserted a finger in his asshole. Nawaz shuddered by her sudden move and looked down at her
"Yeah baby.....fuck me harder....yes Nawaz"
She started fingering his asshole and also verbally encouraging him to fuck harder. All this took its toll on Nawaz and he shot his biggest load of the night deep in her pussy. He kept on shooting load after load in her white pussy. Vikas shot his load again and almost collapsed on the ground. He was very tired, he saw semen leak out of her pussy as Nawaz still had his dick buried deep in her sexy white pussy. Nawaz removed his dick from her pussy with a pop sound and Sonarika immediately started licking and sucking his big black cock. She wanted to clean his cock. She kept on sucking on his dick for some time and Nawaz had one more orgasm.
Sonarika looked at the clock and saw it was 5AM. She told Nawaz to leave as she feared that vikas would get up anytime. Nawaz told her that he was too tired to walk home now. Sonarika shook his head and asked him to sleep in her bedroom. Both of them picked up their clothes from the living room and went in her bedroom naked.
In his bedroom vikas was feeling like he was sick. His body felt very weak. He looked at the calendar and checked it was saturday. He thought he'll just sleep for the rest of the day. He was unable to sleep as of now. He kept on twisting and turning in his bed for some time, after half n hour he gave up the idea of sleep and went to the door of his bedroom, he started hearing sounds from the other room. He peeped outside
"Jao....Jao jaldi please....wo uth jayega...go"
"Lunch pe aata hu, bahar ka nahi khana"
"OK baba now go. Leave fast" she said
Vikas saw that Nawaz was leaving in a hurry and Sonarika closed the door behind him. She cleaned the living room and went to the kitchen. Vikas stepped out and greeted her
"Good morning didi" he said
"GM bhai. Neend puri hui?" She asked
"Haan didi. Medicine se need lag gayi"
Sonarika started preparing coffee and breakfast for the two of them. Both of them sat in the living room and smiled at each other. For the first time vikas looked at her in a different way and realised how beautiful she was. He looked at her green eyes, her red rosy lips and her inviting cleavage. Vikas didn't know what was happening to him. He was getting weird thoughts about his sister.
Sonarika saw her phone started ringing, it was her mother. She answered the call and her mother told her that what's today's special plan. Sonarika was confused, her mother reminded her that today is RAKSHABANDHAN.
Sonarika jumped on her seat, she had completely forgotten about it. Sonarika and Vikas kept on apologising to their mother for completely forgetting about the day. After some time, she disconnected the phone and started preparing her favourite meal for the day. She also started making a cake.
Vikas wanted to test her loyalty tonight on the day of RAKSHABANDHAN. He started thinking of a plan to keep an eye on her. His mind suddenly went to the servent room. He remembered the servent room had a separate entry door. The Bhadoria family usually kept it locked, vikas rushed to his parents bedroom and started searching for the key to that room. He found the key in some time and kept it with him.
Sonarika had prepared kaju curry and Butter naan for lunch, she also prepared veg pulav. The cake was also almost ready. She was done in some time and finally went to the shower to take a bath and get ready.
Vikas was sitting on the couch, his mind was on how to implement his plan for tonight. The TV was on in front of him but his mind was distracted, soon Sonarika came out of her room wearing a salwar kameez. She was looking like a goddess in this outfit. Vikas kept on staring at her. She bought the thali with a diya and applied a tika on his forehead. She took the rakhi and bent down to tie it on his hand. Vikas looked at her generous cleavage and licked his lips. He was getting uncomfortable. He started getting an erection.
Generally it was the brother who gave gifts to the sister, but vikas was a student. He playfully asked Sonarika for a gift
"Didi mera PC kharab hua hai. Mujhe naya laptop dilwa do na. Please didi"
She laughed at his remarks, she nodded her head and said OK. It was almost time for lunch, just then the door bell rang. Vikas knew who it was. He opened the door. It was Nawaz standing at the door in his shorts
"Arey bhaiyya aap ready nahi hue" vikas said
"Rakshabandhan tumhare isme hota hai, main toh yaha khaane aaya hu" he replied
Vikas felt like someone had kicked him in the stomach, this comment from Nawaz really hit him hard. Nawaz looked at Sonarika and winked, she ignored him and settled down on the dining table. Everyone started eating and Nawaz realised that she was acting weird today. Something was on her mind, he tried to touch her legs from under the table but she quickly pulled back her leg. Not engaging with his advances. Vikas also realised that she was not even looking at him, he smiled a bit looking at nawaz. Nawaz finished his lunch and started to leave. He heard Sonarika say
"Aaj hamara upwas hai, dinner bahar se order kar lena. Main aur vikas sirf fruits khane wale hai raat ko" she said
Nawaz just rushed out of their apartment. His mind recalled what vikas had said during lunch, vikas told him that he had asked for a new laptop from his sister. Nawaz smiled devilishly. He went inside his bedroom and took out the gifts that he had received from one of his producers. He started unwrapping the gifts and saw there was a brand new iPad and Macbook pro. Nawaz thought these things were of no use for him.
In the evening, Nawaz took the gifts and knocked on the door of the bhadoria's. It was almost 8:30 PM. Vikas got irritated and opened the door in anger.
"Kya hai? Subha bola tha na aaj hamara upwas hai. Aap parcel mangwa lijiye"
Nawaz just smiled, "Arey chote bhai dekh tere liye main kya laya hu" he said
Nawaz walked in and gave him the boxes. Vikas took the boxes from him and started unwrapping them. Sonarika came into the living room and ignored his eye contact. She kept on looking towards the gifts.
Vikas was jumping around the house. He was super happy tonight.
"YES.....THANK YOU BHAIYYA......THANKS"
Nawaz just gave him a light hug and left. He didn't even look at Sonarika while he was leaving. Vikas was over the moon, he took the laptop and went inside his room. He was a geek at heart, he loved to explore new cool gadgets. Sonarika just sat down on the couch and started watching Netflix. She started watching her favourite TV show and was very happy for her brother. She was also guilty that she couldn't buy him a new laptop. In reality, her personal finances were a mess. She had only one TV show now and she was put on probation in that too. She really loved nawaz's sweet gesture for her brother. Sonarika also bought the cake that she had made today and started eating. (She was totally unaware that she had forget to lock the main door as Nawaz left)
At around 11 PM, Nawaz opened his main door to throw the remains of his dinner. He had bought a parcel from a 5 star hotel. He had a whole mutton biriyani for himself. He also was feeling sleepy at this time, he disposed off the garbage and turned to enter in his flat, while closing his main door he saw the main door of bhadoria's was slightly ajar. He saw light coming out from the gap. Nawaz slowly closed his door and went near their door, he pushed it slightly and saw it was open. He pushed the door and peeped inside, nobody was in the living room. He stepped in the house and quietly started tip toing in the living room. From the living room he could see a womanly shadow in the kitchen, he also saw the cake was on the coffee table in the living room.
He took some cream from the cake in one of his fingers, he peeped inside the kitchen and saw Sonarika was in her salwar kameez with her back towards him. He slowly walked forward and went near her.
He quickly grabbed her from behind, she almost jumped by his grabbing.
"Tum yaha kaise?" She asked in panic
"Darwaja khula rakhti ho, upar se puch rahi ho. Tumhe chodne aaya hu" he said
"Nahi aaj rakshabandhan hai" she said
"Mujhe kya matlab. Waise bhi tumhara bhai fuddu hai. So raha hoga abhi tak" he said
She displayed mock anger at his comments, she tried to speak but her lips were engulfed by his blacks lips. They started smooching in the kitchen again. Nawaz applied to the cream from his fingers to her cleavage, he started inserting his finger in her cleavage. The ghungroo on the back of her salwar were making sounds, there were ghungroo and bangle sounds coming from the kitchen. Nawaz started grinding his cock on her kameez covered ass. She tried to break free from his grip but he was very strong.
One hour later, vikas came out of his room. The battery of the new laptop was almost dying and he had forgot the charger in the living room. He stepped out of his room and started walking towards the living room. It was pitch dark, he took the charger from the living room and saw the cake on the table was almost finished. He found it strange that Sonarika had eaten so much cake. In the kitchen, he saw a ghungroo was lying on the floor. He went near it and remembered that it was the ghungroo of Sonarika's salwar kameez. He started getting the sick feeling again. He walked slowly towards her room, he pressed his ear but there was no sound. Suddenly there were bangle sounds coming from his parents bedroom. He almost fell down because of panic.
He rushed to the door and tried to peep inside, but there was no gap. He suddenly remembered the key to the servent room. From the servent room, the master bedroom was visible and also one could access it. He took the key from his room and exited his apartment. From the servent room door, he unlocked the door and entered in. He stepped forward and went near the door of the master bedroom. He peeped inside and was frozen in his place.
Sonarika was applying cream from the cake on his big black cock. He started massaging his cock with the cream and started giving him a blowjob. Nawaz tilted his head back as Sonarika went to work on his cock. She started massaging his ballsack with her hand while giving him a blowjob. The blowjob continued for half n hour. There was sucking and licking sounds in the master bedroom. Vikas took out his cock from his pant and started jerking off. Nawaz grabbed her hair and started pushing his hips up so that his cock went in more in her mouth. Nawaz grabbed her breasts with one hand and started pressing them hard. Sonarika started moaning lightly and Nawaz slapped her left breast hard. She removed her mouth from his cock, but Nawaz pushed her head down again and shoved his cock again.
Nawaz held her body and made her lie down on the bed, he applied the cream on her big boobs and also in between the gap of her two big milky breasts. He bought his big dick in between her breasts and Sonarika pushed both her breasts from both sides. Nawaz started titty fucking her again. The valley between her boobs was made smooth because of the cream. Sonarika again opened her mouth and started taking his cock in her mouth. The titty fucking continued for some time, nawaz increased his pace of fucking her boobs and after jerking a lot he shot his big load on her beautiful face.
Vikas was defeated tonight, he thought his sister won't do this atleast tonight as it was rakshabandhan. He started crying in the store room. He was left heartbroken. He tried to wipe his eyes but the tears didn't seem like stopping. He kept on crying for some time. When he composed himself, he looked in the bedroom and saw Nawaz had lined his cock in her pussy and slammed it in one go. His cock went tearing through her pussy and started fucking her again. Vikas with a resigned body, turned back and started walking towards the exit door of the servent room. The moaning was getting lighter and lighter as he was nearing the exit and it stopped as he exited.
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A week later, the lockdown restrictions were relaxed a bit and travel within the country was allowed. Mr and Mrs bhadoria immediately flew down to mumbai and were received with a warm hug from both their children. Vikas and Sonarika were very happy that finally their parents were back.
As usual, Nawaz rang their door bell and was surprised to see Mr Bhadoria at the door. He smiled at Nawaz and invited him in. They started chatting about the covid situation, the lockdown in the country and their struggles. Vikas came to the living room and looked at Nawaz in a angry way. He was confident now that his parents were home.
Sonarika also came to the living room and ignored Nawaz completely, she went in the kitchen and started helping her mother. Nawaz said his good bye to Mr and Mrs bhadoria and just left.
For the whole month, Sonarika ignored him. She was now resuming her normal life, whatever happened between her and Nawaz in the lockdown was because of the circumstances. She had her support system now and needed no one. She started applying for more TV roles and even went to auditions for some. Soon Nawaz was a thing of the past for Sonarika and Vikas. Vikas also realised the change in her behaviour and was feeling more confident. He also started ignoring Nawaz and was busy with his studies and exam preparation. Finally, things were on track for him and his sister he thought.
Nawaz tried to talk to her when he saw her in the lobby of his building, but she ignored him completely and kept walking. Nawaz had his eyes on her ass as she walked.
A month had gone by and Nawaz was getting ignored by Sonarika. He didn't care how, but he wanted to seduce her again. He used to jerk off every night thinking of the quality time he spent with her. He wanted to do it again, keep on doing it with her.
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Sonarika laid on her stomach in the bed, sinking into the soft white sheets as she stared intently at her phone. She swiped down her Instagram feed while trying to ignore the notification alerts as they counted up.
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She sighed as she reopened her recent post; a carefully crafted selfie with her vanity in the background and a reflection of the auburn lace bow in her hair. Her long, slightly curled, brown hair hung to her shoulders. Her clothing's colour palette of beige, brown, and white complimented her pale skin and bright red lips. The blouse and skirt hugged her slim figure, complimenting her curves in just the right places.
The post was on-point, she thought. She followed the formula perfectly. But as the push notifications slowed, she barely reached the amount of post engagement she usually gets. She grunted in frustration as she rolled over. She did well in comparison with other influencers and models in her niche, but she has been becoming astutely aware that she has hit her popularity wall. There is a surprisingly large audience for her Instagram brand, which could probably be best-described as "vintage", but recently she struggled to attract more followers.
She heard the front door open. Her mother called her for dinner.
With a grumpy face, Sonarika sat down on the dining table with her family. Her mother recognised her sour mood.
"Sona," her mother paused. "Are you listening?"
"Uh, y-yes!" Sonarika stuttered. "You were saying...you saw a big shoot today with some local artists?"
"Yeah," her mother wasn't convinced she was really listening but continued anyways, "and guess who I met!"
"Who?" she asked, her interest piqued.
"Our neighbour Nawazuddin Siddiqui" her mother said
"And, I was asking around for movie roles like you asked," her mother continued. "And guess who was looking for somebody like a 'white lily'."
"No. Way," Sonarika said in shock.
"Yes, way," her mother replied.
"OH MY GOD, THANK YOU THANK YOU!" Sonarika squealed as she jumped up and ran around the table to hug her brother. She gave him a long kiss on the cheek before running back into her room, leaving her dinner untouched.
She took a hasty selfie to post to her Instagram story. In her excitement, she did not even consider needing to retake it before her fingers tapped away rapidly.
"Guess who I will be acting with soon?
The Next Day
Sonarika stood in front of a towering black door. A bronze knocker of a lion sat just high enough that she had to tiptoe to use it. She looked around at the industrial district she was in and wondered if it was all just a big scam. Her black pleated skirt rippled in the wind as she waited for a response. Her cream turtle neck sweater did little to fend off the chill. Suddenly, the door swung open.
Sonarika stared at the small man standing in front of her. He did not look much older than her. Short, spiky hair sat atop a face framed by thick framed glasses. A suit vest and dress pants hugged his athletic frame but left some hints of tattoos peaking out.
"Hi... Sonarika?" he asked her.
"Yes!" she replied back excitedly.
"My name is Kunal," he smiled back at her. "I'm doing the shoot today."
He reached out to shake her hand before beckoning her inside.
"Kunal...," Sonarika thought. She had heard of the name from somewhere.
"I bumped into your mother at the shoot a few days ago," Kunal looked back at her. "She mentioned you were looking for some movie roles and you know what? I checked your Instagram and thought you would be the perfect fit for this."
"Oh, awesome!" Sonarika exclaimed. "Thank you so much for the opportunity."
She remembered now. Kunal was an up-and-coming photographer that worked in this area too.
Kunal looked back and said, "Don't thank me, thank Nawazuddin Siddiqui"
They arrived in a big concrete photography studio. In the middle of the empty space, white backdrops formed a square around a black leather sofa and ottoman. Light fixtures hung from the tall industrial ceiling and casted light towards the formation, with flashes and light boxes on stands surrounding it.
"Hey Nawaz, she's here," Kunal yelled, his voice and their foot steps echoed into the empty space.
A shadowy figure shifted from behind the left backdrop into the light. Sonarika's eyes widened in shock as an his presence appeared.
"Nawaz was better looking than he seemed in the videos," she thought.
His physique strained against the black rose-patterned suit he wore. The collar of his white dress shirt was splayed open and contrasted greatly with his dark onyx skin. A red tie hung loosely around his neck. He beckoned for her. He was acting professional on the sets.
Kunal told her that they are doing a photoshoot today for the movie.
Her body jittered with excitement over this opportunity. She could faintly smell his cologne as nawaz inspected her head to toe silently.
"Wow," Nawaz muttered. "You're perfect!"
Sonarika felt her face turn hot as her pale skin took on a pink shade. He bent over and palmed her face, staring into her eyes. Her face turned a bright red as his stroked her cheek with his thumb. She grabbed his wrist.
"Um, sorry, some of the freckles are drawn on," she stuttered. "So..."
"Oh," Nawaz smirked as he let go and stood straight. "Sorry about that! Let's get you changed."
Kunal cleared his throat to get her attention before walking away from the light. As she spun around to catch up, she heard Nawaz call out:
"See you soon beautiful."
Kunal led her to one of the side rooms. Inside, long racks of clothing lined the walls and formed a narrow pathway to an open door.
"Your clothes are on a rack in there," Kunal stated before leaving.
Sonarika walked down the aisle slowly, admiring the array of trendy and expensive clothing on the racks. She walked through the open door into what looked like a renovated bathroom. Marble counters and a claw foot bath tub really gave it the trendy appeal. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, her face was still a tinge pink from her earlier encounter with Nawaz.
"He's such a professional on set," she whispered. As she slowly stripped off her clothes, she thought back fondly to the way that he had stared at her. The way his eyes devoured her body. She slipped off her panties and cringed at the dark spot on the crotch. She poked it with her finger and a sticky strand of her juices clung onto her finger as she withdrew it.
She turned her attention to her attire hanging on the rack.
She slipped on the rose-colored lace thong and bandeau. Her puffy nipples and fat pussy lips bulged out of the fabric obscenely, and were plainly visible through the sheer material. Sonarika blushed.
"At least they'll be covered...," she said as she continued to dress.
Sonarika bounced and tugged on the bright crimson pencil skirt to get it over her wide hips. It clung tightly to her posterior, accentuating it and leaving little of its shape to the imagination. She pulled on the off-white top which had puff sleeves and a very low-cut square collar. She leaned over and stared at her reflection. Her milky white breasts were practically spilling out. She stood up quickly, causing them to heave and bounce. Her 34C breasts stretched the front of the top with ample amounts of cleavage visible even when standing straight.
She admired herself as she posed with her body turned to show off her ass, one hand on her hip, and her bright red lips pursed. She quickly snapped a photo and posted it caption-less onto her feed. Her heart pounded as she watched her phone explode with notifications. She had never felt so sensuous and desired in her life. She slipped on the pink high heels and walked excitedly back to the studio.
Her heels clicking on the concrete floor alerted the men to her arrival.
A long whistle cut through the empty room.
"Wow," Nawaz exclaimed. "You look absolutely ravishing."
Sonarika blushed nervously as she watched Nawaz inspecting her body from head to toe, his eyes conspicuously holding on her cleavage.
"Okay, lets get this show on the road," Kunal interrupted. "Sonarika can you go stand beside Nawaz, turn your body towards him, and then turn to look at the camera."
Sonarika's heart was pounding as she clicked her way towards Nawaz. He was standing in the empty white space in a three-quarter pose, his hands in his suit pants pockets. She could watch his eyes following her every moment, openly prospecting her body in front of her. She looked down to adjust her feet position and when she looked up to meet his eyes, she saw them leering down her top. She looked over her shoulder to Kunal.
*beep*
*click*
The bright flash blinded her momentarily.
"Okay, looks good, next pose," she heard Kunal call out. "Sonarika, move in towards Nawaz. You two wrap your arms around each other's waists, your hand on his chest."
Nawaz grabbed Sonarika's waist and pulled her in close. His cologne filled her nose, her face was pushed against his chest and her cleavage squeezed into the curve of his chest. She placed her right hand on his chest, gently at first, before succumbing to the temptation to caress it. She inspected his broad chest with her eyes as she admired his pectoral muscles with her fingers. Her eyes followed the buttons in his shirt up to his thick sinewy neck and chiseled chin. She reached his soft dark pink lips that turned into a smile as she stared.
"Okay, look over here you two," Kunal instructed.
*beep*
*click*
*flash*
"Nawaz go sit on the couch, arms on knees, hands together in a thinking pose," Kunal continued without a pause. "Sonarika, go behind the couch. Drape your hands over his shoulders onto his chest."
Sonarika leaned over to drape her hands over Nawaz's shoulders. She felt her breasts hanging down obscenely, a razors edge from falling out of her top. Nawaz could not resist, he turned his head back and admired her cleavage for just a moment before going back into his pose.
*beep*
*click*
*flash*
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They shot for nearly an hour before wrapping up. As she grabbed a drink of water, Sonarika watched Nawaz walk up to Kunal and whisper to him intensely.
"Yeah, I'm free," she heard Kunal reply.
Nawaz walked back, cash in hand.
"Hey Sonarika," he started. "One lakh is what we were going to pay you."
Sonarika eyed the money as he fanned it out. It was far more than what she was expecting.
"But I have an offer for you to turn it into five lakh," Nawaz continued.
Sonarika was silent for a moment.
"Okay...?" she replied.
"I want some more photos with you. But more...boudoir, or like erotic?" he made an hourglass shape in the air with his hands.
"We have some hot posters lined up for the film". Nawaz said
Sonarika bit her lip.
"For the X-rated version of this movie ofcourse," he put his hands up defensively, "You're very beautiful. I don't ask every girl this."
"There was no reason not to, right?" She thought. "Only the producer and Kunal would ever see these photos. It wasn't like she was a whore or cheating or anything. This is modeling, everybody does this sort of stuff. This is art. And then there's the money and exposure"
"Sure," Sonarika replied back cheerfully.
"Amazing," Nawaz smiled back. "Alright, lets lose the top and skirt."
"Oh," Sonarika deflated, the actuality of what she had to do sinking in.
"Let me go change," Sonarika asked.
"We don't have time for that honey," Kunal interjected with annoyance.
Sonarika looked to Nawaz for support but he just shrugged his shoulders.
"I-I'll just do it over there," she pointed to behind one of the white backdrops.
The men watched her shuffle her way nervously to behind the big white sheet. They watched her shadow as she stripped off her top and bounced to pull the skirt off. The motion causing her breasts and ass to jiggle in the shadows. The men exchanged looks.
She peeked around the backdrop and saw both men staring at her. She squeaked and pulled her head back. She took a few deep breathes before strolling around the backdrop. She walked nervously back to Nawaz for his inspection. His eyes traced over her body, taking in the details of her exposed figure. She felt nude, the sheer material of the lingerie hid little from Nawaz's prying eyes. She became acutely aware of the effect his gaze had on her, as she felt her wetness begin to soak through her panties.
Nawaz started to slowly strip his clothes off, Sonarika gasped when he peeled off his pants.
"Did he stuff his boxer briefs before coming here?" Sonarika thought. "He looks like he has a python stuffed in there..."
She looked back at Nawaz's face nervously and met his grinning face. He winked at her.
"Okay," Kunal said. "Sonarika, lie on your side on the couch. Try to be seductive. Nawaz get behind her, lean over with your hands on the couch."
*beep*
*click*
*flash*
"Okay, stand over here," Kunal continued. "Sonarika stand in front of Nawaz."
They shuffled over to an empty white space.
"Nawaz, cover her bra with your hands," Kunal instructed. "Sonarika put your hands on your face, in shock. One leg up, tike those pin-up models from the 50's used to do."
Sonarika opened her mouth in shock. Before she could object, Nawaz slipped his hands underneath her arms and gently cupped her breasts.
She looked up at Nawaz, seeing only his chin as his eyes were set on the camera. She looked forward and did her best to re-enact Kunal's instructions.
As they held their pose and prepared for Kunal to take the photo, Nawaz roughly squeezed her breasts.
"Ooh!" Sonarika yelped in shock. The noise drowned out by the clicks of the camera.
Sonarika's faked appearance of shock turned into a very real one. But before she could voice her objection to Nawaz's lecherous groping, Kunal continued his instructions for a barrage of poses.
After another half hour of posing, Kunal paused and tossed Nawaz a towel.
"Dry up that sweat," he instructed.
Kunal walked up with some foundation and began dabbing Sonarika's face. She closed her eyes and felt the powder puff against her skin. She yelped when he started dabbing her cleavage.
"Sorry," he muttered. "They're a bit shiny and causing glare. Black and white is incredibly hard to get right."
He turned around and walked back to his camera.
"Okay, Sonarika go on your knees," Kunal instructed. "Hug his leg, and look at the camera while biting your lip."
Sonarika slipped down to her knees and pressed into Nawaz's legs. She couldn't help but stare at his bulging cock. She saw it twitch while she gazed at it.
"Definitely real," she thought. Another flood of juices permeated her panties.
She bit her lip as she admired his hardening cock.
*beep*
*click*
*flash*
Sonarika looked at Kunal in horror.
"Sorry, test shot," he said.
She looked up at Nawaz who stared down knowingly. Sonarika's face was flushed crimson with embarrassment. She turned and faced the camera.
*beep*
*click*
*flash*
"Okay that's a wrap," Kunal yawned.
******
When Sonarika got home, she recounted her day to her mother over dinner. She made sure to leave out the part about the bonus shoot.
As soon as they finished cleaning up. She was horny as fuck, residual feelings of lust still persisting from the earlier events. She started touching her body in a sexy manner.
She opened her bag and saw five lakh rupees cash with her.
"I made a lot today" she thought
She started rubbing her pussy thinking of Nawaz and his big dick today at the shoot. She didn't realise when she fell asleep.
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Sonarika stared at her phone, refreshing her feed repeatedly. Nawaz had just posted the photos from the shoot as promotional art for his next film.
"Strawberry Dreams."
The words were arranged on top of the photo of her leaning over him on the couch, her tits practically spilling out of her top. She swiped left. Her face started burning in embarrassment. There was the photo of him cupping her tits, cropped in a way where she looked entirely naked. Her surprised face stared back at her.
Her stomach sank, a pit deep inside weighing it down. Regret grew and spread throughout her body.
That is, until the push notifications started coming through.
She started in amazement as she gained dozens, then hundreds, and then thousands of followers to her account. The endorphins switched her mood in an instant. New comments on her photos complimented her and her photography. Her regret was replaced with sheer joy.
That's when his text message arrived.
"Hey baby doll, looking to get another shoot with you. Call me."
Her heart started pounding in excitement as she dialed his number.
"Hey sexy," Nawaz's voice caused her to silently squeal. "I think you saw my new post. I hope you are enjoying the exposure from the photo."
"Oh my god, yes!" Sonarika squealed out. "Thank you so much!"
"You're one of the most popular girls now," Nawaz continued. "I want another shoot with you. But, Kunal is busy. What was your brother's favourite hobby again?"
"Oh...uh, you want Vikas to do the shoot?" Sonarika inquired. "I..."
"Yeah!" Nawaz interrupted. "Why the fuck not. Send me his dates and I'll see you in a few days babe. You make ten lakh rupees for this shoot and your brother makes one lakh"
*click*
Sonarika stared at herself in the mirror, her mouth ajar with a shocked expression on her face. She couldn't believe that that had just happened. Her entire body felt flush, her cheeks taking on a rosy color as she imagined how it would turn out. She felt a dark spot in her panties spreading. Her life had changed upside down, she was a star now with millions of followers on instagram. She started doing the calculations, she would be making 15 lakh rupees in a matter of days. She rushed into vikas's bedroom and told him about the offer. He was shocked to find out that he was getting paid one lakh rupees just for a photoshoot.
********
"Look sorry about the studio getting double-booked," Nawaz said as he walked through the door of The Taj Mahal Hotel. "That was my fault."
He was carrying two big duffel bags as he walked over to Sonarika. He gave her a side hug, his cologne filling Sonarika's nose with memories of their previous shoot. He placed the bags gently on the couch.
"Got some studio gear in there, photography, video, the works," Nawaz said to Vikas.
"Video gear?" Vikas asked, confused.
"Just in case," Nawaz replied vaguely with a smirk. "Is that your changing room?"
Nawaz was already sauntering over as he gestured towards the closed door, bag in hand.
Sonarika skittered over to open the door for him, making long direct eye contact as Nawaz passed her. Another breeze of his scent wafted into her nose. She felt electricity flowing between them before the door closing broke it off.
She turned around and gave a nervous smile to Vikas, who was looking at her with a perplexed face.
He did not like this. He did not like this at all. His suspicions were confirmed when Sonarika walked past him and started stripping her clothes off. As she leaned over from the waist, digging out her outfit from the duffel bag that Nawaz had brought, he saw a dark spot growing in the crotch of her panties. His irritation grew to anger, which quickly subsided as reality settled in. They needed this money bad.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Vikas asked.
Vikas watched as Sonarika slipped on a bikini, a shiny silver g-string and a top with cups that barely covered her areolas. Over that she slipped on a sheer pink nightgown with short sleeves and white fur lining the skirt. Vikas felt his dick growing in his pants as he watched her pose in the mirror. She twirled around and smiled at him. Her rosy cheeks matched her outfit.
"How does it look?" she asked.
"U-uh," Vikas stuttered.
"You look fucking stunning," Nawaz boomed out from behind.
Vikas turned around in surprise. Nawaz was in a simple outfit. A tight white top and shorts hugged his frame, the color contrasting greatly with his skin tone.
"It is going to be impossible to balance the exposure," Vikas muttered.
Nawaz's smile turned into a frown when he saw Vikas standing idle.
"Are you setup yet?" he asked annoyed.
"Oh, uh, not yet!" Vikas stammered.
"Will get to it!" Nawaz ordered.
Vikas sprang into action, digging into the bags and pulling his own gear from the closets.
Vikas listened to the mumble of Nawaz and Sonarika conversing in their bedroom. Their bedroom. He heard her giggling and turned the corner to see her playfully slap Nawaz on the chest. Vikas's irritation was growing visible causing Sonarika's expression to drop.
"Ready yet," Nawaz asked bemused.
"Yeah, lets get this over with," Vikas said as he moved to get ready.
Vikas guided them through the poses and snapped rapidly. The pair of models noticed the hastened pace and rolled their eyes as Vikas yelled out instructions before even checking the previous photo.
In truth, Vikas was feeling more comfortable with the camera in his hands. Sonarika's enamoured staring at Nawaz was because he was famous, not because he was another man in her life. Sonarika's comfort with his touch was because she was a professional model and actress. These types of thoughts ran through Vikas's head as he continued to snap photos, keeping the momentum going as the flashes went off. But in truth, he unconsciously noticed the signs of something more. Vikas paused to take in what was before him. Sonarika stood in front of Nawaz, her arms raised and her fingers holding Nawaz's face gently. Sonarika's skin was flushed pink and her aroused nipples poked through the shiny material. In that second, Vikas watched Sonarika breath heavily with her eyes half hooded and her hips swaying gently in Nawaz's hands.
A flash filled the room and marked the end of the shoot. Vikas breathed a sigh of relief, a tension that had gripped his shoulders was slowly dissipating. He watched as Nawaz sat on the foot of the bed, listening to Sonarika gibbering in excitement. Nawaz's face was right on plane with Sonarika's breasts which jiggled as she gestured widely.
"Hey Sonarika," Nawaz interrupted her. "Are you down to do a bonus shoot like last time?"
"Like last time?" Vikas said in confused irritation.
Sonarika stammered as she turned to Vikas, her face now a rosy color.
"I'll pay 25 lakh rupees," Nawaz offered.
Both Sonarika and Vikas's mouth dropped as they looked at each other. Twenty-five lakh rupees was a lot of money for them, enough to pay for their yearly expenses. Their eyes spoke what their mouths could not.
"W-well," Vikas started. "If didi wants...?"
"Yes!" Sonarika bounced in excitement.
Nawaz pulled her in and whispered in her ear. Vikas watched in confusion as his hands held her hips tightly. She giggled as she pulled back, biting her lip with sultry look on her face.
She skipped over and hugged Vikas, pulling him in to whisper in his ear. Her hot breath blowing against his ear and her feverish warm body pressing into him caused him to feel the tightness growing in his pants.
"He's asking your permission to, um," she paused to think. "Take photos where he looks like he is...having sex with me."
Vikas's mouth dropped. His body felt numb as his mind raced.
"I can't let this happen," he thought.
But as he stared down at Sonarika's beaming face, he knew she would never forgive him if he refused. He nodded hesitantly.
Sonarika cheered in joy, pulled him into a big hug. She winked at him as she pulled away, her fingers trailing on his arms as she slinked away to another man.
Nawaz laid on his back with his hands behind his head. Sonarika lithely crawled across the bed until she lay in between his dark legs. Nawaz gently ran his hands through her hair and gently pushed it down. Her ass was in the air, her face hovering inches from the growing mountain in his briefs.
Vikas stared through the viewfinder. His sister's paltry g-string hid little from the camera. Her glistening pussy lips swallowed up the thin fabric, He watched as a thick drop of her sticky juices oozed down and fell onto the bed.
The sounds of the shutter and flashes drowned out Sonarika whispering, "Oh wow..."
Nawaz's cock was sticking out of the bottom of his briefs. The huge plum sized head bobbed as he shifted in the bed. Each flash cycle filled her vision with white light before the image of Nawaz's cock filled her eyes again. She unconsciously was drawn in, slowly inching her face closer and closer. Her hot breath caused it to jump and stiffen.
Suddenly, Nawaz sat up and grabbed her ass. She yelped in shock as he pulled her towards him, the motion pushing his torso out. His black cock filling her open mouth caused her to release a muffled squeal. He held her there, his hands spreading her ass cheeks apart caused her pussy to gape for the camera. His fingers inching dangerously close to her aching slit caused her to moan quietly around his cock.
"What the fuck man!" Vikas yelled angrily, though not even realizing that his sister's mouth had been invaded.
Vikas moved to unlock the couple from each other when Nawaz put up his hand, stopping him in his tracks.
"Just take the photo, boy," Nawaz ordered sternly.
Vikas looked at Sonarika gently swaying her hips as if to signal that this was what she wanted.
Sonarika heard Vikas grumble before the flashes began again. They barely registered through her closed eyes. Her tongue was swirling around the opening of Nawaz's cock, the salty pre-cum oozing out made her mouth water as she sucked. She felt it swelling inside of her mouth, pushing deeper into mouth as her jaws stretched. When Vikas begrudgingly stated that they were done, Nawaz suddenly let go of Sonarika's ass which caused her to spring back up. A thick string of spittle dripped down her chin. She wiped it off with a shocked look before catching Vikas staring with a coy smile.
Nawaz peeked around Sonarika. The look on his face unnerved Vikas. It was sinister. Like a cat about to pounce on it prey.
"Go setup the video camera I brought, boy," Nawaz commanded.
Vikas stood motionless for a few moments in a tense stare off with Nawaz before hesitantly leaving the room. Vikas cursed as sorted through the bags, finally finding the video camera in the last duffel bag he searched. It was nestled amongst stacks of bills, completely disassembled.
Back in the bedroom, Nawaz had gently pushed Sonarika off the bed and sat at the foot of it.
"How about you give me a little dance show while we wait," Nawaz teased.
"Oh, oh I don't know," Sonarika covered her face as she blushed. "I'm not really a good dancer."
"Oh, come on," Nawaz coerced her.
He spun her around and slapped her ass. She yelped in shock and started swaying her hips in response, his rough touch stimulating her to act. She bobbed and swayed her hips, stepping in beat with Nawaz's voice.
"This is so cool," she thought. "This is like a private acoustic session!"
She looked over her shoulder and bit her lip while staring into Nawaz's intense eyes. She turned back and felt her body move on its own. Closing her eyes, she danced without inhibition. Her lily-white ass cheeks bounced in time as they shifted back towards Nawaz, calling out for his touch again.
Nawaz admired his faintly visible handprint already on her ass. He resisted to urge to grab her hips and ram his face between those soft round pillows. He quietly slipped off his briefs as he continued to sing, unbeknownst to her. His hands started caressing her legs and ass, slowly running up and down her body as she swayed in front of him. He gently slipped the spaghetti straps of her night gown off her shoulders, the sheer fabric dropping to the floor without a sound. He pulled her in close, so that she was now straddling his legs. His unsheathed black spear stood tall in between her legs; the dripping head pointed straight at her little pink pussy.
Sonarika had not realized any of this had occurred. Eyes closed, she continued to dance and shake her body for Nawaz's gaze, guided by his voice. That's when she dipped her hips and felt a slimy rod poke her inner thigh.
She yelped and jumped to move away but Nawaz's hands on her waist kept her in place.
She looked down and marvelled in shock at what she saw. Nawaz's cock was inches from her pussy. The flared head glistened with precum, a thick droplet oozing out as she stared. The thick shaft was heavily veined and was terminated with balls that were comically large.
Nawaz pulled her off her feet into his embrace. She landed on his torso, his cock jutted out from between her legs and she unconsciously started grinding her aching pussy against his shaft. Their lips met and tongues intertwined as Sonarika's inhibitions left her. She moaned loudly as Nawaz's hands massaged her sensitive breasts and caressed her bare stomach. Her hands stroked the length of his cock, her fingers barely able to reach around his thick girth.
Suddenly she pulled away.
"No...," she whispered and paused. "I can't do this in front of Vikas."
She tried standing up but Nawaz gripped her with one hand to hold her in position, the other hand grasping his cock slapping it against Sonarika's covered crotch.
Her legs started shaking in response when he started swirling his cock across her throbbing pussy. Feeling felt her resistance fade, Nawaz moved his hands to her rounded ass and gently guided them in circles atop his cock.
Sonarika soon grasped the cock between her legs with her own hands and started grinding hard against it. The cathartic release caused her to moan loudly, audible from the other room.
"Is this wrong?" she thought.
The thick head pushed into the fabric and teased her pussy with penetration.
"No...I can't do it in front of my brother" her mind raced with thousand thoughts.
Nawaz's hands slid up his cock and pushed Sonarika's hands off.
"Nawaz has given me a lead role in a big banner movie," she reasoned.
He deftly pushed aside the paltry fabric protecting her pussy with his cock and slid the tip of his cock between her soaking pussy lips.
"Yes!" her mind screamed with desire.
Nawaz shifted his hands to her hips and was ready to thrust when Sonarika's hips plunged down by themselves.
"FUCK, YES!" Sonarika squealed.
Nawaz's cock speared into her soaking pussy with ease, sinking a few inches into her immediately. Sonarika muffled her scream of pleasure as she started bobbing her ass on his cock.
"Oh yeah baby, I knew you had it in you," Nawaz groaned.
************
By the time Vikas returned, Nawaz's cock was already bottomed out in Sonarika's pussy. The room was filled with the sound of Nawaz's thick cock squelching into her soaking pussy and was accompanied by her delirious moaning.
Vikas watched with his mouth agape as Sonarika, with her hands on her knees, lifted her ass up and slammed Nawaz's thick cock back into her. She stared back with her eyes half hooded in a lust-driven delirium. No response or excuses left her lips as she bobbed silently. Her ass slapping against Nawaz's torso kept time in a world that had grinded to a stop for Vikas.
"Hey, start filming boy." Nawaz interrupted Vikas's thoughts in a nonchalant tone.
Nawaz pulled Sonarika back and spread her legs wide open, grasping her pale white thighs in his hands. Though her bikini was still on, it covered nothing. The thong was pushed aside. Sonarika's pussy lips were stretched tight around the thick black cock pistoning into her, crowned by a neat patch of brown hair. Her top had been unceremoniously displaced by the action, her puffy nipples half exposed and her tits bounced in time with his thrusts.
Vikas watched in silence as Sonarika reached down and began rubbing her engorged clit furiously and, like a switch, her moans started turning glutaral. Her eyes rolled slightly and her body twitched uncontrollably.
"Wh-what the fuck's going on!?" Vikas screamed.
The sounds of her body being plundered built up to a crescendo that was terminated by her staring straight into Vikas's eyes and yelling:
"I'm cumming Vikas!" Sonarika screamed. "I'm cumming!!!"
She convulsed atop Nawaz uncontrollably as the first waves of intense pleasure racked through her body. Her juices exploded out from around Nawaz's cock, splattering loudly on the hardwood floor.
"Oh, this cock is so good!" she moaned loudly.
The men watched her in silence as she twisted and gyrated atop Nawaz's lap, her mewing filling the room as she rode out the tail end of her orgasm. Suddenly the room grew eerily silent, the only sound was Sonarika's loud panting as she sat with her head hanging down.
Vikas shook in visible irritation, his anger growing to a new peak.
"Fuck this," he said, turning around to leave the room.
"You want the money or do you want to get beat up in the streets boy?" Nawaz threatened.
Vikas stopped in his tracks.
"You wanna be a loser, Vikas?" Nawaz asked the now silent man. "Or you wanna help your sister make some money?"
Sonarika stood up weakly and Vikas watched in awe as each inch of Nawaz's cock was slowly revealed. Sonarika grunted in discomfort as the large head popped out of her pussy, releasing another small squirt of trapped juices. His eyes fixated on her pussy as she walked towards him. They were gaping slightly, the lips engorged and a fiery red. Strings of sticky juices covered her pubic hair and were smeared across her opening.
Vikas could not believe that THAT was just inside of his wife.
She now stood in front of him, staring deep into his eyes. Her stare was inquisitive, with little regret. She grabbed his head and pulled him into a big hug, she felt his erect dick on her thighs.
"I'm doing this for us," she whispered into his ear. "I love you."
"Grab the camera Sona," Nawaz said in the background.
Sonarika grabbed the camera from Vikas's limp hand and slowly strolled back to Nawaz, giving Vikas a wink before returning her focus to Nawaz.
She passed over the camera silently and knelt between his legs. She held his cock up with her hands and gently nibbled the underside of his cock. She gave little pecks as she made her way up to the tip. Her bright red lip-sticked lips kissed and mouthed the thick head of Nawaz's cock as she stared at the camera.
"Ever give a blowjob to a real dick Sonarika?" Nawaz asked.
Sonarika sat back and nodded her head.
"Well open wide," Nawaz stood up and grasped his cock in his hand.
He slapped the head of his cock against her outstretched tongue before laying his cock across her face. The image of his black cock laying completely across her pale freckled face, her eyes crossed, and mouth agape was too perfect for Nawaz to have even imagined when he was planning this.
"These innocent little sexy struggling actresses are always so easy," Nawaz thought in his head, bemused.
He pulled back and slipped his cock into her mouth.
Sonarika cried out in discomfort as she felt her jaws stretching wide. The salty bitter taste of his cock smeared with his precum and her juices caused her mouth to water. He started pumping slowly, grasping her head with his free hand. Sonarika didn't hesitate, leaning forward and taking more of Nawaz's cock into her mouth. Nawaz filmed his point of view as she bobbed on his cock, the young girl barely able to take much of it.
"That's it," Nawaz coached her. "Relax, you're doing great."
Nawaz's cock slowly crept deeper into her mouth, and before long Sonarika was gagging on half of his cock. Tears fell from her eyes and left trails of smeared mascara as sticky spittle escaped her lips and fell onto her chest and thighs. Nawaz enjoyed the view of her plump lips stretched around this cock in the screen of the recorder.
"Hmm," Nawaz mused. "Them be some plump blowjob lips."
Vikas stood awkwardly out of focus in the background, unsure of what to do. Nawaz placed his hand on the back of her head and pushed down causing her to gag loudly. He guided her motions, building depth and speed as she became accustomed to blowing a large cock. He grabbed a handful of her hair and thrusted in, holding his cock deep in her throat. She coughed and gagged as she tried to breath, small rivulets of tears ran down from her eyes. He started face fucking her in earnest, pumping in and out of her mouth at a rapid pace. She coughed and gagged as she struggled to get breaths in between the meat filling her throat. He slowly pulled her off, before pulling her face into his scrotum.
"Suck on my balls, baby," Nawaz ordered.
Sonarika moved in and began hungrily attacking Nawaz's balls. As she licked and sucked on his scrotum, Nawaz's cock ran across her face. When Nawaz pushed her away, the face staring into the camera had trails of dark makeup running down it. Sonarika's make-up freckles had smeared into a brown mess. Streaks of spittle and precum covered her face. Suddenly Nawaz pulled her up by her hair and threw her onto the bed.
"H-hey!" Vikas objected to the rough treatment towards his sister.
Nawaz just silently tossed him the camera.
"Show him how a good little slut should be for her lover," Nawaz ordered as he stripped off his shirt.
Sonarika shifted backwards to the edge of the bed and raised her ass up, reaching behind her and spreading her pussy lips apart.
Nawaz gestured to Vikas to get a closer shot. Through the viewfinder, Vikas watched his sister's pussy wink at him around the shiny thong before darkness filled the image.
Nawaz moved in and slid the thong off gently, letting it fall down her legs before stepping back and giving her ass a hard slap.
"Oh!" Sonarika squealed in shock.
A bright red handprint formed on Sonarika's ass cheek which jiggled from the strike. Nawaz pushed Vikas aside and began running his cock across her opening, teasing her with little pokes.
"Ohhh!" Sonarika moaned. "PleasefuckmepleasefuckME!"
Nawaz laughed.
"Is this what you want, slut," Nawaz said as he slid the head of his cock up and down her pussy. Sonarika's hips swayed and fidgeted in impatience.
"Yes!" Sonarika yelled before moaning loudly into the mattress. "Pleeeeeease!"
He bottomed out in her in one motion, causing her to stuff her face into the bed before springing back up as she shouted, "Fuck!"
He started pounding her roughly. He raised one hand and brought it down square on her ass, the sound bouncing around the small room. He continued this treatment, Sonarika's moans following each spank revealing her true nature. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her up. One of his arms wrapped around her stomach, the other grabbing a handful of her breast and began kneading it roughly between his fingers. Sonarika moaned loudly and reached behind her to grab Nawaz's ass, gently guiding his quickening strokes. Vikas watched Sonarika's unattended tit bounce rapidly as Nawaz fucked his sister. Their intertwined limbs were stark against each others body, black on white and white on black. Their grunts and moans filled the room before Nawaz abruptly let go of her. She collapsed on the bed and his cock left her pussy with a loud pop.
"Get into position bitch," Nawaz said as he flipped her over.
Sonarika laid on her back and splayed her legs as wide as she could. She reached down and pulled her pussy lips open. Her breasts swelled with her breath, the normally snow-white mounds were pink and were topped by distended angry red nipples. Her pussy gapped and twitched in anticipation. She looked up at Nawaz and licked her lips.
Nawaz grabbed Vikas and pulled him down in front of her
"Get a closeup of that sweet pussy," Nawaz ordered.
Sonarika stared down at the camera between her legs, wishing it was Nawaz's big black cock instead. Sonarika looked down into the camera lens with a look of arousal and lust clouding her face as Vikas filmed her juices oozing out of her throbbing pussy.
Nawaz pushed him aside and stood between Sonarika's legs. He slapped his cock against her pussy, running the length across her soaking slit. She mewed in protest of the teasing.
"Please, Nawaz," she cooed. "Fuck me with your big black cock."
Nawaz chuckled before collapsing on top of her, his cock plunging deeper into her pussy than ever before. She screamed and wrapped her limbs around him tightly. Her nails dug into his back as she started squirming underneath him, her body surging with pleasure. Juices sprayed out from her pussy with each stroke and her moans soon turned to screams of pleasure. Nawaz continued to pound her relentlessly, the exertion turning them both slick and shiny with sweat as they filed the room with the smell of sex. Vikas grimaced and turned away but continued to film Nawaz's large balls slapping against Sonarika's strawberry red ass.
"Ooooh Nawaz," Sonarika moaned. "Cum in me."
"What?" both men blurted; one shocked, the other amused.
"I'm so close," Sonarika hands caressed Nawaz's back. "Fill me up, make me cum on your amazing cock again!"
Nawaz twisted around to see Vikas's expression, a face that could not face the reality in front of him and was contorted in pain.
"Fuck yeah!" Nawaz yelled. "I'm gonna breed you, you little sexy slut."
Her words invigorated him and he quickened his thrusts to a fever pace. It was only moments later that Nawaz roared loudly before slamming his cock down deep inside of Sonarika. Vikas watched Nawaz's balls contract before his cock started jerking wildly inside of his sister's pussy.
"It's sooo warm!" Sonarika cried out loudly, her moans building with each pump as she felt her pussy being filled.
Sonarika's ass start quivering in response as Nawaz continued to cum. After a few pumps, each contraction of Nawaz's cock caused a gush of thick white cum to burst out from the tight seal of her pussy lips around his cock. Rivulets of her juices and his virile cum began pouring down her ass as they held their tightly coupled position.
As their breathing slowed, Nawaz slid his cock slowly out of Sonarika's well-fucked pussy. A flood of thick globular cum rushed out as Nawaz moved to the head of the bed. Nawaz appeared blurry in the background of the video, Sonarika sucking on his softening cock and moaning as she extracted a few remaining droplets of his cum into her mouth. In focus, Vikas filmed the copious amounts of cum that continued to ooze from her quivering pussy. The flow barely slowed when Nawaz walked out of the room. They listened to him urinate in the washroom before hearing a flush. Sonarika sat up looked down at Vikas, a tinge of regret on her face. Vikas looked away in shame.
"You on the pill?" Nawaz asked, startling them with his sudden return.
"Yeah," Sonarika pouted, Nawaz's return reinvigorating her desire.
"That's too bad," Nawaz replied.
Sonarika watched him as he got dressed. She dipped her fingers into the pool of cum she was sitting in and sucked on her fingers loudly.
"Alright, I've got a meeting soon," Nawaz said as he started to leave. "I'll see you two again soon back in the apartment."
He winked as he slipped out of the hotel room.
When they heard the front door close an awkward bubbled permeated the bedroom. The stink of sex suddenly registering in their nose. Sonarika looked down at Vikas who refused to look her in the eye. Her eyes moved down to his crotch, a tent forming in his pants. She grinned.
Sonarika turned around and raised her ass up with her head down on the bed. She reached behind her and pulled her pussy lips apart. She felt another glob of Nawaz's cum drop out.
When they left the bed room they found a duffle bag left on the couch filled with cash and a mountain of camera gear. Twenty-five lakh rupees as promised. Vikas breathed out and felt some sense of relief. At least it was not for nothing. A note lay beside the envelope.
"I want the video by next week."
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As usual, Nawaz rang their door bell and was surprised to see Mr Bhadoria at the door. He smiled at Nawaz and invited him in. They started chatting about the covid situation, the lockdown in the country and their struggles. Vikas came to the living room and looked at Nawaz in a angry way. He was confident now that his parents were home.
Sonarika also came to the living room and ignored Nawaz completely, she went in the kitchen and started helping her mother. Nawaz said his good bye to Mr and Mrs bhadoria and just left.
For the whole month, Sonarika ignored him. She was now resuming her normal life, whatever happened between her and Nawaz in the lockdown was because of the circumstances. She had her support system now and needed no one. She started applying for more TV roles and even went to auditions for some. Soon Nawaz was a thing of the past for Sonarika and Vikas. Vikas also realised the change in her behaviour and was feeling more confident. He also started ignoring Nawaz and was busy with his studies and exam preparation. Finally, things were on track for him and his sister he thought.
Nawaz tried to talk to her when he saw her in the lobby of his building, but she ignored him completely and kept walking. Nawaz had his eyes on her ass as she walked.
A month had gone by and Nawaz was getting ignored by Sonarika. He didn't care how, but he wanted to seduce her again. He used to jerk off every night thinking of the quality time he spent with her. He wanted to do it again, keep on doing it with her.
---------------------------------------------------
Sonarika laid on her stomach in the bed, sinking into the soft white sheets as she stared intently at her phone. She swiped down her Instagram feed while trying to ignore the notification alerts as they counted up.
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She sighed as she reopened her recent post; a carefully crafted selfie with her vanity in the background and a reflection of the auburn lace bow in her hair. Her long, slightly curled, brown hair hung to her shoulders. Her clothing's colour palette of beige, brown, and white complimented her pale skin and bright red lips. The blouse and skirt hugged her slim figure, complimenting her curves in just the right places.
The post was on-point, she thought. She followed the formula perfectly. But as the push notifications slowed, she barely reached the amount of post engagement she usually gets. She grunted in frustration as she rolled over. She did well in comparison with other influencers and models in her niche, but she has been becoming astutely aware that she has hit her popularity wall. There is a surprisingly large audience for her Instagram brand, which could probably be best-described as "vintage", but recently she struggled to attract more followers.
She heard the front door open. Her mother called her for dinner.
With a grumpy face, Sonarika sat down on the dining table with her family. Her mother recognised her sour mood.
"Sona," her mother paused. "Are you listening?"
"Uh, y-yes!" Sonarika stuttered. "You were saying...you saw a big shoot today with some local artists?"
"Yeah," her mother wasn't convinced she was really listening but continued anyways, "and guess who I met!"
"Who?" she asked, her interest piqued.
"Our neighbour Nawazuddin Siddiqui" her mother said
"And, I was asking around for movie roles like you asked," her mother continued. "And guess who was looking for somebody like a 'white lily'."
"No. Way," Sonarika said in shock.
"Yes, way," her mother replied.
"OH MY GOD, THANK YOU THANK YOU!" Sonarika squealed as she jumped up and ran around the table to hug her brother. She gave him a long kiss on the cheek before running back into her room, leaving her dinner untouched.
She took a hasty selfie to post to her Instagram story. In her excitement, she did not even consider needing to retake it before her fingers tapped away rapidly.
"Guess who I will be acting with soon?
The Next Day
Sonarika stood in front of a towering black door. A bronze knocker of a lion sat just high enough that she had to tiptoe to use it. She looked around at the industrial district she was in and wondered if it was all just a big scam. Her black pleated skirt rippled in the wind as she waited for a response. Her cream turtle neck sweater did little to fend off the chill. Suddenly, the door swung open.
Sonarika stared at the small man standing in front of her. He did not look much older than her. Short, spiky hair sat atop a face framed by thick framed glasses. A suit vest and dress pants hugged his athletic frame but left some hints of tattoos peaking out.
"Hi... Sonarika?" he asked her.
"Yes!" she replied back excitedly.
"My name is Kunal," he smiled back at her. "I'm doing the shoot today."
He reached out to shake her hand before beckoning her inside.
"Kunal...," Sonarika thought. She had heard of the name from somewhere.
"I bumped into your mother at the shoot a few days ago," Kunal looked back at her. "She mentioned you were looking for some movie roles and you know what? I checked your Instagram and thought you would be the perfect fit for this."
"Oh, awesome!" Sonarika exclaimed. "Thank you so much for the opportunity."
She remembered now. Kunal was an up-and-coming photographer that worked in this area too.
Kunal looked back and said, "Don't thank me, thank Nawazuddin Siddiqui"
They arrived in a big concrete photography studio. In the middle of the empty space, white backdrops formed a square around a black leather sofa and ottoman. Light fixtures hung from the tall industrial ceiling and casted light towards the formation, with flashes and light boxes on stands surrounding it.
"Hey Nawaz, she's here," Kunal yelled, his voice and their foot steps echoed into the empty space.
A shadowy figure shifted from behind the left backdrop into the light. Sonarika's eyes widened in shock as an his presence appeared.
"Nawaz was better looking than he seemed in the videos," she thought.
His physique strained against the black rose-patterned suit he wore. The collar of his white dress shirt was splayed open and contrasted greatly with his dark onyx skin. A red tie hung loosely around his neck. He beckoned for her. He was acting professional on the sets.
Kunal told her that they are doing a photoshoot today for the movie.
Her body jittered with excitement over this opportunity. She could faintly smell his cologne as nawaz inspected her head to toe silently.
"Wow," Nawaz muttered. "You're perfect!"
Sonarika felt her face turn hot as her pale skin took on a pink shade. He bent over and palmed her face, staring into her eyes. Her face turned a bright red as his stroked her cheek with his thumb. She grabbed his wrist.
"Um, sorry, some of the freckles are drawn on," she stuttered. "So..."
"Oh," Nawaz smirked as he let go and stood straight. "Sorry about that! Let's get you changed."
Kunal cleared his throat to get her attention before walking away from the light. As she spun around to catch up, she heard Nawaz call out:
"See you soon beautiful."
Kunal led her to one of the side rooms. Inside, long racks of clothing lined the walls and formed a narrow pathway to an open door.
"Your clothes are on a rack in there," Kunal stated before leaving.
Sonarika walked down the aisle slowly, admiring the array of trendy and expensive clothing on the racks. She walked through the open door into what looked like a renovated bathroom. Marble counters and a claw foot bath tub really gave it the trendy appeal. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, her face was still a tinge pink from her earlier encounter with Nawaz.
"He's such a professional on set," she whispered. As she slowly stripped off her clothes, she thought back fondly to the way that he had stared at her. The way his eyes devoured her body. She slipped off her panties and cringed at the dark spot on the crotch. She poked it with her finger and a sticky strand of her juices clung onto her finger as she withdrew it.
She turned her attention to her attire hanging on the rack.
She slipped on the rose-colored lace thong and bandeau. Her puffy nipples and fat pussy lips bulged out of the fabric obscenely, and were plainly visible through the sheer material. Sonarika blushed.
"At least they'll be covered...," she said as she continued to dress.
Sonarika bounced and tugged on the bright crimson pencil skirt to get it over her wide hips. It clung tightly to her posterior, accentuating it and leaving little of its shape to the imagination. She pulled on the off-white top which had puff sleeves and a very low-cut square collar. She leaned over and stared at her reflection. Her milky white breasts were practically spilling out. She stood up quickly, causing them to heave and bounce. Her 34C breasts stretched the front of the top with ample amounts of cleavage visible even when standing straight.
She admired herself as she posed with her body turned to show off her ass, one hand on her hip, and her bright red lips pursed. She quickly snapped a photo and posted it caption-less onto her feed. Her heart pounded as she watched her phone explode with notifications. She had never felt so sensuous and desired in her life. She slipped on the pink high heels and walked excitedly back to the studio.
Her heels clicking on the concrete floor alerted the men to her arrival.
A long whistle cut through the empty room.
"Wow," Nawaz exclaimed. "You look absolutely ravishing."
Sonarika blushed nervously as she watched Nawaz inspecting her body from head to toe, his eyes conspicuously holding on her cleavage.
"Okay, lets get this show on the road," Kunal interrupted. "Sonarika can you go stand beside Nawaz, turn your body towards him, and then turn to look at the camera."
Sonarika's heart was pounding as she clicked her way towards Nawaz. He was standing in the empty white space in a three-quarter pose, his hands in his suit pants pockets. She could watch his eyes following her every moment, openly prospecting her body in front of her. She looked down to adjust her feet position and when she looked up to meet his eyes, she saw them leering down her top. She looked over her shoulder to Kunal.
*beep*
*click*
The bright flash blinded her momentarily.
"Okay, looks good, next pose," she heard Kunal call out. "Sonarika, move in towards Nawaz. You two wrap your arms around each other's waists, your hand on his chest."
Nawaz grabbed Sonarika's waist and pulled her in close. His cologne filled her nose, her face was pushed against his chest and her cleavage squeezed into the curve of his chest. She placed her right hand on his chest, gently at first, before succumbing to the temptation to caress it. She inspected his broad chest with her eyes as she admired his pectoral muscles with her fingers. Her eyes followed the buttons in his shirt up to his thick sinewy neck and chiseled chin. She reached his soft dark pink lips that turned into a smile as she stared.
"Okay, look over here you two," Kunal instructed.
*beep*
*click*
*flash*
"Nawaz go sit on the couch, arms on knees, hands together in a thinking pose," Kunal continued without a pause. "Sonarika, go behind the couch. Drape your hands over his shoulders onto his chest."
Sonarika leaned over to drape her hands over Nawaz's shoulders. She felt her breasts hanging down obscenely, a razors edge from falling out of her top. Nawaz could not resist, he turned his head back and admired her cleavage for just a moment before going back into his pose.
*beep*
*click*
*flash*
**********
They shot for nearly an hour before wrapping up. As she grabbed a drink of water, Sonarika watched Nawaz walk up to Kunal and whisper to him intensely.
"Yeah, I'm free," she heard Kunal reply.
Nawaz walked back, cash in hand.
"Hey Sonarika," he started. "One lakh is what we were going to pay you."
Sonarika eyed the money as he fanned it out. It was far more than what she was expecting.
"But I have an offer for you to turn it into five lakh," Nawaz continued.
Sonarika was silent for a moment.
"Okay...?" she replied.
"I want some more photos with you. But more...boudoir, or like erotic?" he made an hourglass shape in the air with his hands.
"We have some hot posters lined up for the film". Nawaz said
Sonarika bit her lip.
"For the X-rated version of this movie ofcourse," he put his hands up defensively, "You're very beautiful. I don't ask every girl this."
"There was no reason not to, right?" She thought. "Only the producer and Kunal would ever see these photos. It wasn't like she was a whore or cheating or anything. This is modeling, everybody does this sort of stuff. This is art. And then there's the money and exposure"
"Sure," Sonarika replied back cheerfully.
"Amazing," Nawaz smiled back. "Alright, lets lose the top and skirt."
"Oh," Sonarika deflated, the actuality of what she had to do sinking in.
"Let me go change," Sonarika asked.
"We don't have time for that honey," Kunal interjected with annoyance.
Sonarika looked to Nawaz for support but he just shrugged his shoulders.
"I-I'll just do it over there," she pointed to behind one of the white backdrops.
The men watched her shuffle her way nervously to behind the big white sheet. They watched her shadow as she stripped off her top and bounced to pull the skirt off. The motion causing her breasts and ass to jiggle in the shadows. The men exchanged looks.
She peeked around the backdrop and saw both men staring at her. She squeaked and pulled her head back. She took a few deep breathes before strolling around the backdrop. She walked nervously back to Nawaz for his inspection. His eyes traced over her body, taking in the details of her exposed figure. She felt nude, the sheer material of the lingerie hid little from Nawaz's prying eyes. She became acutely aware of the effect his gaze had on her, as she felt her wetness begin to soak through her panties.
Nawaz started to slowly strip his clothes off, Sonarika gasped when he peeled off his pants.
"Did he stuff his boxer briefs before coming here?" Sonarika thought. "He looks like he has a python stuffed in there..."
She looked back at Nawaz's face nervously and met his grinning face. He winked at her.
"Okay," Kunal said. "Sonarika, lie on your side on the couch. Try to be seductive. Nawaz get behind her, lean over with your hands on the couch."
*beep*
*click*
*flash*
"Okay, stand over here," Kunal continued. "Sonarika stand in front of Nawaz."
They shuffled over to an empty white space.
"Nawaz, cover her bra with your hands," Kunal instructed. "Sonarika put your hands on your face, in shock. One leg up, tike those pin-up models from the 50's used to do."
Sonarika opened her mouth in shock. Before she could object, Nawaz slipped his hands underneath her arms and gently cupped her breasts.
She looked up at Nawaz, seeing only his chin as his eyes were set on the camera. She looked forward and did her best to re-enact Kunal's instructions.
As they held their pose and prepared for Kunal to take the photo, Nawaz roughly squeezed her breasts.
"Ooh!" Sonarika yelped in shock. The noise drowned out by the clicks of the camera.
Sonarika's faked appearance of shock turned into a very real one. But before she could voice her objection to Nawaz's lecherous groping, Kunal continued his instructions for a barrage of poses.
After another half hour of posing, Kunal paused and tossed Nawaz a towel.
"Dry up that sweat," he instructed.
Kunal walked up with some foundation and began dabbing Sonarika's face. She closed her eyes and felt the powder puff against her skin. She yelped when he started dabbing her cleavage.
"Sorry," he muttered. "They're a bit shiny and causing glare. Black and white is incredibly hard to get right."
He turned around and walked back to his camera.
"Okay, Sonarika go on your knees," Kunal instructed. "Hug his leg, and look at the camera while biting your lip."
Sonarika slipped down to her knees and pressed into Nawaz's legs. She couldn't help but stare at his bulging cock. She saw it twitch while she gazed at it.
"Definitely real," she thought. Another flood of juices permeated her panties.
She bit her lip as she admired his hardening cock.
*beep*
*click*
*flash*
Sonarika looked at Kunal in horror.
"Sorry, test shot," he said.
She looked up at Nawaz who stared down knowingly. Sonarika's face was flushed crimson with embarrassment. She turned and faced the camera.
*beep*
*click*
*flash*
"Okay that's a wrap," Kunal yawned.
******
When Sonarika got home, she recounted her day to her mother over dinner. She made sure to leave out the part about the bonus shoot.
As soon as they finished cleaning up. She was horny as fuck, residual feelings of lust still persisting from the earlier events. She started touching her body in a sexy manner.
She opened her bag and saw five lakh rupees cash with her.
"I made a lot today" she thought
She started rubbing her pussy thinking of Nawaz and his big dick today at the shoot. She didn't realise when she fell asleep.
*********
Sonarika stared at her phone, refreshing her feed repeatedly. Nawaz had just posted the photos from the shoot as promotional art for his next film.
"Strawberry Dreams."
The words were arranged on top of the photo of her leaning over him on the couch, her tits practically spilling out of her top. She swiped left. Her face started burning in embarrassment. There was the photo of him cupping her tits, cropped in a way where she looked entirely naked. Her surprised face stared back at her.
Her stomach sank, a pit deep inside weighing it down. Regret grew and spread throughout her body.
That is, until the push notifications started coming through.
She started in amazement as she gained dozens, then hundreds, and then thousands of followers to her account. The endorphins switched her mood in an instant. New comments on her photos complimented her and her photography. Her regret was replaced with sheer joy.
That's when his text message arrived.
"Hey baby doll, looking to get another shoot with you. Call me."
Her heart started pounding in excitement as she dialed his number.
"Hey sexy," Nawaz's voice caused her to silently squeal. "I think you saw my new post. I hope you are enjoying the exposure from the photo."
"Oh my god, yes!" Sonarika squealed out. "Thank you so much!"
"You're one of the most popular girls now," Nawaz continued. "I want another shoot with you. But, Kunal is busy. What was your brother's favourite hobby again?"
"Oh...uh, you want Vikas to do the shoot?" Sonarika inquired. "I..."
"Yeah!" Nawaz interrupted. "Why the fuck not. Send me his dates and I'll see you in a few days babe. You make ten lakh rupees for this shoot and your brother makes one lakh"
*click*
Sonarika stared at herself in the mirror, her mouth ajar with a shocked expression on her face. She couldn't believe that that had just happened. Her entire body felt flush, her cheeks taking on a rosy color as she imagined how it would turn out. She felt a dark spot in her panties spreading. Her life had changed upside down, she was a star now with millions of followers on instagram. She started doing the calculations, she would be making 15 lakh rupees in a matter of days. She rushed into vikas's bedroom and told him about the offer. He was shocked to find out that he was getting paid one lakh rupees just for a photoshoot.
********
"Look sorry about the studio getting double-booked," Nawaz said as he walked through the door of The Taj Mahal Hotel. "That was my fault."
He was carrying two big duffel bags as he walked over to Sonarika. He gave her a side hug, his cologne filling Sonarika's nose with memories of their previous shoot. He placed the bags gently on the couch.
"Got some studio gear in there, photography, video, the works," Nawaz said to Vikas.
"Video gear?" Vikas asked, confused.
"Just in case," Nawaz replied vaguely with a smirk. "Is that your changing room?"
Nawaz was already sauntering over as he gestured towards the closed door, bag in hand.
Sonarika skittered over to open the door for him, making long direct eye contact as Nawaz passed her. Another breeze of his scent wafted into her nose. She felt electricity flowing between them before the door closing broke it off.
She turned around and gave a nervous smile to Vikas, who was looking at her with a perplexed face.
He did not like this. He did not like this at all. His suspicions were confirmed when Sonarika walked past him and started stripping her clothes off. As she leaned over from the waist, digging out her outfit from the duffel bag that Nawaz had brought, he saw a dark spot growing in the crotch of her panties. His irritation grew to anger, which quickly subsided as reality settled in. They needed this money bad.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Vikas asked.
Vikas watched as Sonarika slipped on a bikini, a shiny silver g-string and a top with cups that barely covered her areolas. Over that she slipped on a sheer pink nightgown with short sleeves and white fur lining the skirt. Vikas felt his dick growing in his pants as he watched her pose in the mirror. She twirled around and smiled at him. Her rosy cheeks matched her outfit.
"How does it look?" she asked.
"U-uh," Vikas stuttered.
"You look fucking stunning," Nawaz boomed out from behind.
Vikas turned around in surprise. Nawaz was in a simple outfit. A tight white top and shorts hugged his frame, the color contrasting greatly with his skin tone.
"It is going to be impossible to balance the exposure," Vikas muttered.
Nawaz's smile turned into a frown when he saw Vikas standing idle.
"Are you setup yet?" he asked annoyed.
"Oh, uh, not yet!" Vikas stammered.
"Will get to it!" Nawaz ordered.
Vikas sprang into action, digging into the bags and pulling his own gear from the closets.
Vikas listened to the mumble of Nawaz and Sonarika conversing in their bedroom. Their bedroom. He heard her giggling and turned the corner to see her playfully slap Nawaz on the chest. Vikas's irritation was growing visible causing Sonarika's expression to drop.
"Ready yet," Nawaz asked bemused.
"Yeah, lets get this over with," Vikas said as he moved to get ready.
Vikas guided them through the poses and snapped rapidly. The pair of models noticed the hastened pace and rolled their eyes as Vikas yelled out instructions before even checking the previous photo.
In truth, Vikas was feeling more comfortable with the camera in his hands. Sonarika's enamoured staring at Nawaz was because he was famous, not because he was another man in her life. Sonarika's comfort with his touch was because she was a professional model and actress. These types of thoughts ran through Vikas's head as he continued to snap photos, keeping the momentum going as the flashes went off. But in truth, he unconsciously noticed the signs of something more. Vikas paused to take in what was before him. Sonarika stood in front of Nawaz, her arms raised and her fingers holding Nawaz's face gently. Sonarika's skin was flushed pink and her aroused nipples poked through the shiny material. In that second, Vikas watched Sonarika breath heavily with her eyes half hooded and her hips swaying gently in Nawaz's hands.
A flash filled the room and marked the end of the shoot. Vikas breathed a sigh of relief, a tension that had gripped his shoulders was slowly dissipating. He watched as Nawaz sat on the foot of the bed, listening to Sonarika gibbering in excitement. Nawaz's face was right on plane with Sonarika's breasts which jiggled as she gestured widely.
"Hey Sonarika," Nawaz interrupted her. "Are you down to do a bonus shoot like last time?"
"Like last time?" Vikas said in confused irritation.
Sonarika stammered as she turned to Vikas, her face now a rosy color.
"I'll pay 25 lakh rupees," Nawaz offered.
Both Sonarika and Vikas's mouth dropped as they looked at each other. Twenty-five lakh rupees was a lot of money for them, enough to pay for their yearly expenses. Their eyes spoke what their mouths could not.
"W-well," Vikas started. "If didi wants...?"
"Yes!" Sonarika bounced in excitement.
Nawaz pulled her in and whispered in her ear. Vikas watched in confusion as his hands held her hips tightly. She giggled as she pulled back, biting her lip with sultry look on her face.
She skipped over and hugged Vikas, pulling him in to whisper in his ear. Her hot breath blowing against his ear and her feverish warm body pressing into him caused him to feel the tightness growing in his pants.
"He's asking your permission to, um," she paused to think. "Take photos where he looks like he is...having sex with me."
Vikas's mouth dropped. His body felt numb as his mind raced.
"I can't let this happen," he thought.
But as he stared down at Sonarika's beaming face, he knew she would never forgive him if he refused. He nodded hesitantly.
Sonarika cheered in joy, pulled him into a big hug. She winked at him as she pulled away, her fingers trailing on his arms as she slinked away to another man.
Nawaz laid on his back with his hands behind his head. Sonarika lithely crawled across the bed until she lay in between his dark legs. Nawaz gently ran his hands through her hair and gently pushed it down. Her ass was in the air, her face hovering inches from the growing mountain in his briefs.
Vikas stared through the viewfinder. His sister's paltry g-string hid little from the camera. Her glistening pussy lips swallowed up the thin fabric, He watched as a thick drop of her sticky juices oozed down and fell onto the bed.
The sounds of the shutter and flashes drowned out Sonarika whispering, "Oh wow..."
Nawaz's cock was sticking out of the bottom of his briefs. The huge plum sized head bobbed as he shifted in the bed. Each flash cycle filled her vision with white light before the image of Nawaz's cock filled her eyes again. She unconsciously was drawn in, slowly inching her face closer and closer. Her hot breath caused it to jump and stiffen.
Suddenly, Nawaz sat up and grabbed her ass. She yelped in shock as he pulled her towards him, the motion pushing his torso out. His black cock filling her open mouth caused her to release a muffled squeal. He held her there, his hands spreading her ass cheeks apart caused her pussy to gape for the camera. His fingers inching dangerously close to her aching slit caused her to moan quietly around his cock.
"What the fuck man!" Vikas yelled angrily, though not even realizing that his sister's mouth had been invaded.
Vikas moved to unlock the couple from each other when Nawaz put up his hand, stopping him in his tracks.
"Just take the photo, boy," Nawaz ordered sternly.
Vikas looked at Sonarika gently swaying her hips as if to signal that this was what she wanted.
Sonarika heard Vikas grumble before the flashes began again. They barely registered through her closed eyes. Her tongue was swirling around the opening of Nawaz's cock, the salty pre-cum oozing out made her mouth water as she sucked. She felt it swelling inside of her mouth, pushing deeper into mouth as her jaws stretched. When Vikas begrudgingly stated that they were done, Nawaz suddenly let go of Sonarika's ass which caused her to spring back up. A thick string of spittle dripped down her chin. She wiped it off with a shocked look before catching Vikas staring with a coy smile.
Nawaz peeked around Sonarika. The look on his face unnerved Vikas. It was sinister. Like a cat about to pounce on it prey.
"Go setup the video camera I brought, boy," Nawaz commanded.
Vikas stood motionless for a few moments in a tense stare off with Nawaz before hesitantly leaving the room. Vikas cursed as sorted through the bags, finally finding the video camera in the last duffel bag he searched. It was nestled amongst stacks of bills, completely disassembled.
Back in the bedroom, Nawaz had gently pushed Sonarika off the bed and sat at the foot of it.
"How about you give me a little dance show while we wait," Nawaz teased.
"Oh, oh I don't know," Sonarika covered her face as she blushed. "I'm not really a good dancer."
"Oh, come on," Nawaz coerced her.
He spun her around and slapped her ass. She yelped in shock and started swaying her hips in response, his rough touch stimulating her to act. She bobbed and swayed her hips, stepping in beat with Nawaz's voice.
"This is so cool," she thought. "This is like a private acoustic session!"
She looked over her shoulder and bit her lip while staring into Nawaz's intense eyes. She turned back and felt her body move on its own. Closing her eyes, she danced without inhibition. Her lily-white ass cheeks bounced in time as they shifted back towards Nawaz, calling out for his touch again.
Nawaz admired his faintly visible handprint already on her ass. He resisted to urge to grab her hips and ram his face between those soft round pillows. He quietly slipped off his briefs as he continued to sing, unbeknownst to her. His hands started caressing her legs and ass, slowly running up and down her body as she swayed in front of him. He gently slipped the spaghetti straps of her night gown off her shoulders, the sheer fabric dropping to the floor without a sound. He pulled her in close, so that she was now straddling his legs. His unsheathed black spear stood tall in between her legs; the dripping head pointed straight at her little pink pussy.
Sonarika had not realized any of this had occurred. Eyes closed, she continued to dance and shake her body for Nawaz's gaze, guided by his voice. That's when she dipped her hips and felt a slimy rod poke her inner thigh.
She yelped and jumped to move away but Nawaz's hands on her waist kept her in place.
She looked down and marvelled in shock at what she saw. Nawaz's cock was inches from her pussy. The flared head glistened with precum, a thick droplet oozing out as she stared. The thick shaft was heavily veined and was terminated with balls that were comically large.
Nawaz pulled her off her feet into his embrace. She landed on his torso, his cock jutted out from between her legs and she unconsciously started grinding her aching pussy against his shaft. Their lips met and tongues intertwined as Sonarika's inhibitions left her. She moaned loudly as Nawaz's hands massaged her sensitive breasts and caressed her bare stomach. Her hands stroked the length of his cock, her fingers barely able to reach around his thick girth.
Suddenly she pulled away.
"No...," she whispered and paused. "I can't do this in front of Vikas."
She tried standing up but Nawaz gripped her with one hand to hold her in position, the other hand grasping his cock slapping it against Sonarika's covered crotch.
Her legs started shaking in response when he started swirling his cock across her throbbing pussy. Feeling felt her resistance fade, Nawaz moved his hands to her rounded ass and gently guided them in circles atop his cock.
Sonarika soon grasped the cock between her legs with her own hands and started grinding hard against it. The cathartic release caused her to moan loudly, audible from the other room.
"Is this wrong?" she thought.
The thick head pushed into the fabric and teased her pussy with penetration.
"No...I can't do it in front of my brother" her mind raced with thousand thoughts.
Nawaz's hands slid up his cock and pushed Sonarika's hands off.
"Nawaz has given me a lead role in a big banner movie," she reasoned.
He deftly pushed aside the paltry fabric protecting her pussy with his cock and slid the tip of his cock between her soaking pussy lips.
"Yes!" her mind screamed with desire.
Nawaz shifted his hands to her hips and was ready to thrust when Sonarika's hips plunged down by themselves.
"FUCK, YES!" Sonarika squealed.
Nawaz's cock speared into her soaking pussy with ease, sinking a few inches into her immediately. Sonarika muffled her scream of pleasure as she started bobbing her ass on his cock.
"Oh yeah baby, I knew you had it in you," Nawaz groaned.
************
By the time Vikas returned, Nawaz's cock was already bottomed out in Sonarika's pussy. The room was filled with the sound of Nawaz's thick cock squelching into her soaking pussy and was accompanied by her delirious moaning.
Vikas watched with his mouth agape as Sonarika, with her hands on her knees, lifted her ass up and slammed Nawaz's thick cock back into her. She stared back with her eyes half hooded in a lust-driven delirium. No response or excuses left her lips as she bobbed silently. Her ass slapping against Nawaz's torso kept time in a world that had grinded to a stop for Vikas.
"Hey, start filming boy." Nawaz interrupted Vikas's thoughts in a nonchalant tone.
Nawaz pulled Sonarika back and spread her legs wide open, grasping her pale white thighs in his hands. Though her bikini was still on, it covered nothing. The thong was pushed aside. Sonarika's pussy lips were stretched tight around the thick black cock pistoning into her, crowned by a neat patch of brown hair. Her top had been unceremoniously displaced by the action, her puffy nipples half exposed and her tits bounced in time with his thrusts.
Vikas watched in silence as Sonarika reached down and began rubbing her engorged clit furiously and, like a switch, her moans started turning glutaral. Her eyes rolled slightly and her body twitched uncontrollably.
"Wh-what the fuck's going on!?" Vikas screamed.
The sounds of her body being plundered built up to a crescendo that was terminated by her staring straight into Vikas's eyes and yelling:
"I'm cumming Vikas!" Sonarika screamed. "I'm cumming!!!"
She convulsed atop Nawaz uncontrollably as the first waves of intense pleasure racked through her body. Her juices exploded out from around Nawaz's cock, splattering loudly on the hardwood floor.
"Oh, this cock is so good!" she moaned loudly.
The men watched her in silence as she twisted and gyrated atop Nawaz's lap, her mewing filling the room as she rode out the tail end of her orgasm. Suddenly the room grew eerily silent, the only sound was Sonarika's loud panting as she sat with her head hanging down.
Vikas shook in visible irritation, his anger growing to a new peak.
"Fuck this," he said, turning around to leave the room.
"You want the money or do you want to get beat up in the streets boy?" Nawaz threatened.
Vikas stopped in his tracks.
"You wanna be a loser, Vikas?" Nawaz asked the now silent man. "Or you wanna help your sister make some money?"
Sonarika stood up weakly and Vikas watched in awe as each inch of Nawaz's cock was slowly revealed. Sonarika grunted in discomfort as the large head popped out of her pussy, releasing another small squirt of trapped juices. His eyes fixated on her pussy as she walked towards him. They were gaping slightly, the lips engorged and a fiery red. Strings of sticky juices covered her pubic hair and were smeared across her opening.
Vikas could not believe that THAT was just inside of his wife.
She now stood in front of him, staring deep into his eyes. Her stare was inquisitive, with little regret. She grabbed his head and pulled him into a big hug, she felt his erect dick on her thighs.
"I'm doing this for us," she whispered into his ear. "I love you."
"Grab the camera Sona," Nawaz said in the background.
Sonarika grabbed the camera from Vikas's limp hand and slowly strolled back to Nawaz, giving Vikas a wink before returning her focus to Nawaz.
She passed over the camera silently and knelt between his legs. She held his cock up with her hands and gently nibbled the underside of his cock. She gave little pecks as she made her way up to the tip. Her bright red lip-sticked lips kissed and mouthed the thick head of Nawaz's cock as she stared at the camera.
"Ever give a blowjob to a real dick Sonarika?" Nawaz asked.
Sonarika sat back and nodded her head.
"Well open wide," Nawaz stood up and grasped his cock in his hand.
He slapped the head of his cock against her outstretched tongue before laying his cock across her face. The image of his black cock laying completely across her pale freckled face, her eyes crossed, and mouth agape was too perfect for Nawaz to have even imagined when he was planning this.
"These innocent little sexy struggling actresses are always so easy," Nawaz thought in his head, bemused.
He pulled back and slipped his cock into her mouth.
Sonarika cried out in discomfort as she felt her jaws stretching wide. The salty bitter taste of his cock smeared with his precum and her juices caused her mouth to water. He started pumping slowly, grasping her head with his free hand. Sonarika didn't hesitate, leaning forward and taking more of Nawaz's cock into her mouth. Nawaz filmed his point of view as she bobbed on his cock, the young girl barely able to take much of it.
"That's it," Nawaz coached her. "Relax, you're doing great."
Nawaz's cock slowly crept deeper into her mouth, and before long Sonarika was gagging on half of his cock. Tears fell from her eyes and left trails of smeared mascara as sticky spittle escaped her lips and fell onto her chest and thighs. Nawaz enjoyed the view of her plump lips stretched around this cock in the screen of the recorder.
"Hmm," Nawaz mused. "Them be some plump blowjob lips."
Vikas stood awkwardly out of focus in the background, unsure of what to do. Nawaz placed his hand on the back of her head and pushed down causing her to gag loudly. He guided her motions, building depth and speed as she became accustomed to blowing a large cock. He grabbed a handful of her hair and thrusted in, holding his cock deep in her throat. She coughed and gagged as she tried to breath, small rivulets of tears ran down from her eyes. He started face fucking her in earnest, pumping in and out of her mouth at a rapid pace. She coughed and gagged as she struggled to get breaths in between the meat filling her throat. He slowly pulled her off, before pulling her face into his scrotum.
"Suck on my balls, baby," Nawaz ordered.
Sonarika moved in and began hungrily attacking Nawaz's balls. As she licked and sucked on his scrotum, Nawaz's cock ran across her face. When Nawaz pushed her away, the face staring into the camera had trails of dark makeup running down it. Sonarika's make-up freckles had smeared into a brown mess. Streaks of spittle and precum covered her face. Suddenly Nawaz pulled her up by her hair and threw her onto the bed.
"H-hey!" Vikas objected to the rough treatment towards his sister.
Nawaz just silently tossed him the camera.
"Show him how a good little slut should be for her lover," Nawaz ordered as he stripped off his shirt.
Sonarika shifted backwards to the edge of the bed and raised her ass up, reaching behind her and spreading her pussy lips apart.
Nawaz gestured to Vikas to get a closer shot. Through the viewfinder, Vikas watched his sister's pussy wink at him around the shiny thong before darkness filled the image.
Nawaz moved in and slid the thong off gently, letting it fall down her legs before stepping back and giving her ass a hard slap.
"Oh!" Sonarika squealed in shock.
A bright red handprint formed on Sonarika's ass cheek which jiggled from the strike. Nawaz pushed Vikas aside and began running his cock across her opening, teasing her with little pokes.
"Ohhh!" Sonarika moaned. "PleasefuckmepleasefuckME!"
Nawaz laughed.
"Is this what you want, slut," Nawaz said as he slid the head of his cock up and down her pussy. Sonarika's hips swayed and fidgeted in impatience.
"Yes!" Sonarika yelled before moaning loudly into the mattress. "Pleeeeeease!"
He bottomed out in her in one motion, causing her to stuff her face into the bed before springing back up as she shouted, "Fuck!"
He started pounding her roughly. He raised one hand and brought it down square on her ass, the sound bouncing around the small room. He continued this treatment, Sonarika's moans following each spank revealing her true nature. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her up. One of his arms wrapped around her stomach, the other grabbing a handful of her breast and began kneading it roughly between his fingers. Sonarika moaned loudly and reached behind her to grab Nawaz's ass, gently guiding his quickening strokes. Vikas watched Sonarika's unattended tit bounce rapidly as Nawaz fucked his sister. Their intertwined limbs were stark against each others body, black on white and white on black. Their grunts and moans filled the room before Nawaz abruptly let go of her. She collapsed on the bed and his cock left her pussy with a loud pop.
"Get into position bitch," Nawaz said as he flipped her over.
Sonarika laid on her back and splayed her legs as wide as she could. She reached down and pulled her pussy lips open. Her breasts swelled with her breath, the normally snow-white mounds were pink and were topped by distended angry red nipples. Her pussy gapped and twitched in anticipation. She looked up at Nawaz and licked her lips.
Nawaz grabbed Vikas and pulled him down in front of her
"Get a closeup of that sweet pussy," Nawaz ordered.
Sonarika stared down at the camera between her legs, wishing it was Nawaz's big black cock instead. Sonarika looked down into the camera lens with a look of arousal and lust clouding her face as Vikas filmed her juices oozing out of her throbbing pussy.
Nawaz pushed him aside and stood between Sonarika's legs. He slapped his cock against her pussy, running the length across her soaking slit. She mewed in protest of the teasing.
"Please, Nawaz," she cooed. "Fuck me with your big black cock."
Nawaz chuckled before collapsing on top of her, his cock plunging deeper into her pussy than ever before. She screamed and wrapped her limbs around him tightly. Her nails dug into his back as she started squirming underneath him, her body surging with pleasure. Juices sprayed out from her pussy with each stroke and her moans soon turned to screams of pleasure. Nawaz continued to pound her relentlessly, the exertion turning them both slick and shiny with sweat as they filed the room with the smell of sex. Vikas grimaced and turned away but continued to film Nawaz's large balls slapping against Sonarika's strawberry red ass.
"Ooooh Nawaz," Sonarika moaned. "Cum in me."
"What?" both men blurted; one shocked, the other amused.
"I'm so close," Sonarika hands caressed Nawaz's back. "Fill me up, make me cum on your amazing cock again!"
Nawaz twisted around to see Vikas's expression, a face that could not face the reality in front of him and was contorted in pain.
"Fuck yeah!" Nawaz yelled. "I'm gonna breed you, you little sexy slut."
Her words invigorated him and he quickened his thrusts to a fever pace. It was only moments later that Nawaz roared loudly before slamming his cock down deep inside of Sonarika. Vikas watched Nawaz's balls contract before his cock started jerking wildly inside of his sister's pussy.
"It's sooo warm!" Sonarika cried out loudly, her moans building with each pump as she felt her pussy being filled.
Sonarika's ass start quivering in response as Nawaz continued to cum. After a few pumps, each contraction of Nawaz's cock caused a gush of thick white cum to burst out from the tight seal of her pussy lips around his cock. Rivulets of her juices and his virile cum began pouring down her ass as they held their tightly coupled position.
As their breathing slowed, Nawaz slid his cock slowly out of Sonarika's well-fucked pussy. A flood of thick globular cum rushed out as Nawaz moved to the head of the bed. Nawaz appeared blurry in the background of the video, Sonarika sucking on his softening cock and moaning as she extracted a few remaining droplets of his cum into her mouth. In focus, Vikas filmed the copious amounts of cum that continued to ooze from her quivering pussy. The flow barely slowed when Nawaz walked out of the room. They listened to him urinate in the washroom before hearing a flush. Sonarika sat up looked down at Vikas, a tinge of regret on her face. Vikas looked away in shame.
"You on the pill?" Nawaz asked, startling them with his sudden return.
"Yeah," Sonarika pouted, Nawaz's return reinvigorating her desire.
"That's too bad," Nawaz replied.
Sonarika watched him as he got dressed. She dipped her fingers into the pool of cum she was sitting in and sucked on her fingers loudly.
"Alright, I've got a meeting soon," Nawaz said as he started to leave. "I'll see you two again soon back in the apartment."
He winked as he slipped out of the hotel room.
When they heard the front door close an awkward bubbled permeated the bedroom. The stink of sex suddenly registering in their nose. Sonarika looked down at Vikas who refused to look her in the eye. Her eyes moved down to his crotch, a tent forming in his pants. She grinned.
Sonarika turned around and raised her ass up with her head down on the bed. She reached behind her and pulled her pussy lips apart. She felt another glob of Nawaz's cum drop out.
When they left the bed room they found a duffle bag left on the couch filled with cash and a mountain of camera gear. Twenty-five lakh rupees as promised. Vikas breathed out and felt some sense of relief. At least it was not for nothing. A note lay beside the envelope.
"I want the video by next week."
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Back home neither Sonarika nor Vikas spoke about what happened that day. Both of them rushed to their respective rooms and just went to sleep. They had made a promise to forget this episode. Sonarika soon found out that she was never a part of the movie, the producer only wanted her for the photoshoot. Nawaz had lied to her about the movie. She cried uncontrollably and her brother tried to console her.
They noticed, since that day Nawaz had not returned home. The Bhadoria family thought that maybe he was out of the country. Things got back normal for Sonarika and Vikas. She got a small role in a TV show and was somewhat happy about it. Vikas got busy with his assignments and focused back on career.
Two months later, Nawaz was back in mumbai and was now back home. He was out of the country for two months, finalizing the shoot location of his next film. The session with Sonarika was still fresh on his mind, he wanted to continue where he left off. He knocked on the door of the bhadoria's. Mr Bhadoria opened the door and was delighted to see him after so long. He saw Nawaz had a big suitcase with him.
"Welcome.....Welcome....Kaha the bhai?"
"Switzerland gaya tha uncle, kaam se" Nawaz replied. He settled down on the couch and put down the suitcase. Sonarika came out of the bedroom and was face to face with Nawaz for the first time after two months, she looked down. Vikas came out of his room and got angry on seeing Nawaz in his home again.
Nawaz opened the suitcase and started distributing the gifts to everyone. He had 4 new iphone 12's with him. He gave one to each member of the Bhadoria family. Mr Bhadoria was ashamed to take it but took it eventually. Mrs bhadoria served breakfast to him and he got chatting with the Bhadoria family again. After a few weeks, things were back to normal.
Sonarika was in turmoil emotionally. She had fantasized about Nawaz, but to actually go through with it?
The occasional hi hello started between them.
Nawaz did manage to slip her a note, despite the fact that they were never alone. 'I have no regrets. You are amazing.' Was all it said.
Her heart pounded and her pussy flooded when she read it. She had to fight the tears that were welling in her eyes. She had strong feelings for this man. She had to talk with him and end things before they began.
"Thank you for the note." She said
He was happy with that.
He knew that things could never be exactly as before.
But as long as they pretended as much, Nawaz would still get to see her and speak to her frequently, which made a repeat inevitable. One day.
DIWALI 2020
For the Bhadoria family, this was the favourite time of the year. They had finished shopping and all for everyone. There was a Diwali party arranged in the society in the evening. They were looking forward to it.
In the evening, the party had started and all of the society members were in the clubhouse. Nawaz also reached and started chit chatting with the society members.
Sonarika was looking phenomenal that night. She always looked incredible when she wore a little makeup around her gorgeous eyes, and her hair was back in a short ponytail. She was wearing a light blue salwar kameez for the event. The clubhouse was very warm so she did not have socks on, and her cute feet had dark-red nail polish on her toes. Nawaz and Sonarika ignored each other because her parents were also present. They did catch each other's eye when coming out of the washroom but nothing happened beyond that.
Dinner was arranged at the clubhouse, it was a grand buffet with vegetarian food. Everyone started making a line for the food, Mr and Mrs Bhadoria stood first followed by Vikas and then Sonarika. She felt breathing on her right shoulder, she looked back and it was Nawaz standing right behind her.
"Tumhari bra dikh rahi hai" he said
Sonarika jumped at his comment, "WHAT?"
"Haan, white colour ki bra pehni hai na?"
The salwar kameez she was wearing was transparent in nature. She didn't realise that but now she was standing in a buffet line which had a tubelight right at the top.
She was embarassed beyond words, she was stuck in the buffet line so she couldn't move. Behind her, Nawaz started admiring her figure. He missed her sexy body for two months, he realised she was in better shape.
"Bohot khoobsurat lag rahi ho sona" he said
"Figure bhi tight lag raha hai, thoda yoga hume bhi sikha do" he said in her ear
Sonarika was getting red with embarassment, she didn't know how to react. Suddenly she felt a finger running on her back, Nawaz was holding his plate in his left hand and touching her back with his right hand. He was holding the plate such that people sitting towards their left couldn't see where his hand was. He started running his hand from the left side of her waist to the right and also up and down.
Sonarika closed her eyes due to the sensation on her back, she couldn't move
"Please Nawaz. Koi dekh lega" she whispered looking at him.
"Dekhne k liye hi tumne ye wala salwar kameez pehna hai na" he replied
As the buffet line moved forward, so did Sonarika and Nawaz. By now, Nawaz was caressing her back with all his fingers. He was drawing circles on her back. She was moving a bit because of the sensations.
As she was about to take some rice, she heard a sound which left her frozen.
"Tak"
She looked back at Nawaz with horror filled eyes. Nawaz was grinning at her. Nawaz had opened her bra hooks from behind.
She slammed the plates down and started running towards the lift. Her boobs jiggling more than usual.
"Beta khana toh kha lo" her mother said
Sonarika disappeared in the lift. Nawaz was looking at her big juggling boobs and her sexy ass as she was running. Vikas looked at Nawaz with suspicious eyes, but didn't realise what had happened. Sonarika rushed inside her apartment, she closed the door and went to the bathroom. She was cursing Nawaz for what he had done to her in front of all these people. She adjusted her bra and hooked it again. She felt her panties were wet already, she put a finger to her panties and saw they were soaking wet. She had a wicked smile on her face.
Her family returned home after the function and asked her why she rushed back home.
Sonarika gave a silly excuse and avoided eye contact with them.
Next day, there was lots of noise coming from their neighbours apartment. Startled by a noise from outside, Sonarika looked out to see what the commotion was. She opened the main door to see. Sonarika was caught off guard by the sight. That's one big python she thought. Nawaz was shirtless standing in his living room wearing only his bicycle shorts which displayed his big cock. Probably the most striking feature she recognized was that bicycle shorts were white. To get a clearly view, she pulled the curtain aside and looked intently. He was opening a box. As he put his long leg on another box, Sonarika immediately caught the size of his thighs as his shorts rode up slightly. She watched him a little longer, studying him. He was looking at a photo that she could not discern but did see that he had a few things to move. Surely he couldn't move them by himself, she questioned. Sonarika went in and met Vikas in the living room.
Vikas was reading on his tablet and looked up to see his sister a bit flustered. "What's the matter didi?" He asked her. "Did you know our neighbour has bought new furniture?" She said
She looked at Vikas, "Maybe you should go help, it didn't look like there was anyone else." Vikas furrowed his brow at the suggestion. Sonarika looked at her lanky brother- he won't be much help but it's the thought that counts. "Please? I'm sure the neighbor will appreciate the welcome." Vikas heaved a heavy breath and agreed, dragging himself to his apartment.
A commotion startled Nawaz as he saw the door open. Walking out was a thin looking, Vikas with glasses on. "Hullo there sir." Nawaz called out standing while Vikas approached him. He smiled widely and started speaking before Nawaz could continue.
"Hello there bhaiyya. It looks like you need a bit of help?" Vikas offered his hand for a shake. Nawaz's hand extended out and engulfed Vikas's hand, with a modest grip and congenial shake. Nawaz began to introduce all the stuff that he bought for the house only to be cut off by Vikas. "You mind if I lend you a hand?"
"I'd highly appreciate that." Nawaz smiled warmly again. Oh god, he ain't gonna be much help but I take it. Nawaz pointed to a few light end-tables for Vikas to unload. Past the general exchange of formalities, Over the next two hours, the pair got friendly like the good old days through the shared silences and quick conversations between coffee tables and mattresses. Vikas was feeling better now.
They heard a screen door shut next door and both looked in the direction of the sound.
Nawaz had to adjust his eyes as he looked closer on the enchantment that walked toward him and Vikas. At first he noticed her neatly pedicured toes, pink and white surrendered on flip flops. Her long tanned legs were capped by khaki short shorts and met with a baby white blouse, with the shadow of a generously filled bra underneath. Focusing on her face, he saw her pearly white smile and thick pink lips. Her sharp features were accentuated by her dark chestnut brown hair. Oh my, now if that isn't an angel, I don't know what is. Nawaz missed the tray she was carrying, and only registered it as she went put it down next to Vikas. He caught a profile of the woman as she bent to place the tray, noticing she had quite a bit to work with behind. And a booty, god you have outdone yourself! Nawaz realised that sonarika had lost a bit of weight because of her daily yoga and was now in the best shape of her life.
"I thought you boys could use something to drink after all that work." She smiled pouring a glass. Nawaz stood up and extended a hand out to her. She looked up and looked at his massive hand.
"Thank you Sona." He smiled widely as he accepted her hand.
"Yes, Didi. Thank you." Vikas jumped up missing his cue. He turned to his sister, and saw her hand was still lingering in his handshake.
Sonarika quickly looked him up and down. His shirtless, sweaty body. Though he had a bit of a belly, his legs were strong and muscular and his big black cock was visible from his bicycle shorts. "Please have a seat and let me serve you." Nawaz sat down and continued to smile.
"What have you got there?" Nawaz pointed to the pitcher as Sonarika started to pour another glass. "Is it lemonade?" Sonarika bent over and extended the glass to Nawaz.
"It sure is Nawaz," She smiled as she handed him the glass. She could see that he was looking down her blouse, so she lingered in the position. His eyes were fixated on her luscious breasts. "Freshly squeezed, just the way I like it." She added, joining Nawaz in a laugh. Vikas quietly sipped his glass, quickly feeling the cordiality becoming too cumbersome.
"Well Nawaz bhaiyya, we'll leave you to it." Vikas said as he stood up. "Come on Didi" He said to his sister. Vikas turned and noticed his wife was still standing near Nawaz. He held her hand and gave her a tug. She turned and waved bye to Nawaz, who returned the gesture. What the hell just happened, Vikas thought.
Nawaz watched his new neighbors return to their home. He admired Sonarika's ass as it adhered to her short shorts. That's a sexy strawberry flavoured ass. Nawaz thought.
Nawaz spent most of the next day fixing up his room and home office. He considered working from home three out of the five days in the week. Considering he was going to be doing a majority of the administrative work and auditions. As much as he loved getting out there and being physical in his job, he wasn't the young buck he used to be. Reflecting on this fact, he knew he had to fix that. Looking the mirror these days was not the most pleasant experience. Though handsome, he was balding, kept a sharp goatee, and could stand to lose his gut.
Maybe a gym might work, he thought. He wanted to be in shape. He decided to workout in the society gym.
Nawaz went to his top floor of his duplex, he wanted to do some pushups and squats at home first before starting gym from tomorrow.
As he scanned the premises from his balcony, he noticed that the the attached balcony of Sonarika's bedroom was visible from his top balcony. While Nawaz got the duplex house, He got a balcony at the top also. Out of curiosity he looked inside her room standing from his balcony upon scanning saw a figure on a chair. It was Sonarika in a burgundy two-piece and over-sized sunglasses. She was applying some sunscreen on her legs, Nawaz glued to the vision. She continued with slathering her upper body as well, providing views of her ample cleavage privy to Nawaz's window. He watched her for a few minutes without realizing that he was stroking his cock. His gazed was quickly interrupted by the door bell.
A few more dings and Nawaz was in a quick sprint downstairs to the door. He held on for a moment before opening to hide his massive boner. He looked through the peephole and saw a Mrs Bhadoria continuing to ring the bell. Nawaz opened it quickly. "Hello aunty. Can I help you?" He asked.
"Sonarika asked me to come over here to ask you if you would be interested in having dinner with them later this week." Said Mrs bhadoria.
Nawaz smirked at the idea and let it swirl around in contemplation.
Upon closing the door, he quickly rushed upstairs and pushed his coffe table and chairs to one side of his balcony.
He was delighted to see that Sonarika was still sunbathing. She was on her stomach and her bikini bottom had rode up remarkably, presenting her beautiful butt. Nawaz struggled to keep his cock hidden well in his shorts even though she was facing down. He started getting weird ideas of buying a big ladder for himself, so he can directly access her balcony. His mind was filled with a thousand crazy ideas.
As he was thinking, his leg hit the coffee table and it flipped to the other side creating a crashing sound.
Sonarika looked up and across the at the direction of the sound. Nawaz had taken off his shirt and his gray shorts fit tightly halfway up his thighs and his dark, thick calves were taut. I sure do love chocolate, she thought. Through her sunglasses she saw him bend down and adjust the fallen coffe table and chairs. She peeped at him further and could feel a wetness come over her. She saw the obvious bulge in his shorts. Nawaz squatted deeply to lift the coffee table and she gasped as how tight his ass looked. She undid her top and removed it from underneath.
She looked through her dark shades towards Nawaz's balcony. He held his hand on his crotch as he looked her way, unaware she was looking at him. She took the cue to flip over and bared her chest for her neighbor. Nawaz tried to hide his joy at this splendor. Sonarika gave her tits a jiggle to present to Nawaz that they were in fact all natural and very plentiful. The way they were splayed and draped on her chest, Nawaz probably wouldn't be able to tell, but she knew he would enjoy them again if given a chance. She pretended to put her head to the side for a moment to see what Nawaz was up to. She noticed that he had sit down and was stroking his cock. I'll give you a show. Sonarika reached for the sunscreen and presented her bare chest to the squeeze bottle. A few quick squeezes and white cream squirted on her chest. She began massaging it into her skin and grabbed her handful for him to see.
Nawaz was stroking furiously through his shorts, the tip of large cock peeking through his shorts while he was seated. He had never seen such beautiful natural breasts before. Sonarika had finished rubbing and squeezing her tits, Nawaz was fit to explode in his shorts right there. He tried to avert his gaze while he did his work but couldn't help the occasional peek over the steel fence. He eventually noticed that she was getting ready to go back inside. She stood up and reached for her bikini top. He bit his lip, still full too, damn. She looked up towards him as she put the top back on, while he was in mid-appreciation, and he quickly looked away.
"Hey there Nawaz!" Sonarika yelled out. Nawaz looked at her and smiled, waving back to her. She waved for him to come to the railings. Nawaz stood up. Sonarika admired his form, She could see his pre-cum had wet his shorts. "What are you working on over there?"
"It's a work in progress. My out-door gym. I told your brother he can come over any time to use it." Nawaz lied to her.
Sonarika laughed out loud. "Vikas? Work out? You gotta be kidding!" She laughed girlishly. "I'd probably be getting more use out of it than him." Nawaz's laughter turned to surprise. "Oh really? You hit the gym pretty hard? What do you do?" Nawaz smiled as he looked down at her, prospecting his golden body. Sonarika laughed and looked up, flexing a bicep for him. "I sure do. I try to keep fit. It's always nice to get a good work out in." Sonarika volunteered. "I mostly stick with cardio, yoga and lower body." Nawaz examined her legs. "Usually squats." Nawaz licked his lips and nodded.
"I can definitely tell." He eyed her some more, admiring her gams.
"You sure are dedicated." He smiled back to her, "You're welcome to use my gym any time!" Sonarika beamed at the offer.
"When do you think it'll be done?" She asked. "Oh I probably be done with it here in about two days." Nawaz speculated.
Sonarika nodded in approval. "Wow, well that's pretty soon. You must be a pretty skilled with tools to work that quickly." She said.
Nawaz laughed his signature bellow. "Yes," He adjusted himself through his shorts, "I have been known to lay a pipe or two." Nawaz shared with a grin. Sonarika turned a shade red.
"I'm sure you can," Sonarika laughed as she casually licked her lips, fleeting a glance at his big cock. "Well I hope you can finish it up soon. Good luck!" She turned to go back inside. Nawaz fixed his gaze on her big ass as she walked, jiggling for his attention. She turned quickly and caught him staring. "Oh!" Nawaz shifted his gaze up quickly. She smiled at catching him. "I sent mom over yesterday about dinner. Would you be able to come over Friday?"
"Yes. Friday sounds wonderful. Should I bring anything?" Nawaz grinned his toothy smile.
"Oh no, just that big smile and a big appetite!" Sonarika smiled back. Nawaz laughed.
"I sure will do Sona." Nawaz turned back to his work and contemplated what the rest of the week would hold.
They noticed, since that day Nawaz had not returned home. The Bhadoria family thought that maybe he was out of the country. Things got back normal for Sonarika and Vikas. She got a small role in a TV show and was somewhat happy about it. Vikas got busy with his assignments and focused back on career.
Two months later, Nawaz was back in mumbai and was now back home. He was out of the country for two months, finalizing the shoot location of his next film. The session with Sonarika was still fresh on his mind, he wanted to continue where he left off. He knocked on the door of the bhadoria's. Mr Bhadoria opened the door and was delighted to see him after so long. He saw Nawaz had a big suitcase with him.
"Welcome.....Welcome....Kaha the bhai?"
"Switzerland gaya tha uncle, kaam se" Nawaz replied. He settled down on the couch and put down the suitcase. Sonarika came out of the bedroom and was face to face with Nawaz for the first time after two months, she looked down. Vikas came out of his room and got angry on seeing Nawaz in his home again.
Nawaz opened the suitcase and started distributing the gifts to everyone. He had 4 new iphone 12's with him. He gave one to each member of the Bhadoria family. Mr Bhadoria was ashamed to take it but took it eventually. Mrs bhadoria served breakfast to him and he got chatting with the Bhadoria family again. After a few weeks, things were back to normal.
Sonarika was in turmoil emotionally. She had fantasized about Nawaz, but to actually go through with it?
The occasional hi hello started between them.
Nawaz did manage to slip her a note, despite the fact that they were never alone. 'I have no regrets. You are amazing.' Was all it said.
Her heart pounded and her pussy flooded when she read it. She had to fight the tears that were welling in her eyes. She had strong feelings for this man. She had to talk with him and end things before they began.
"Thank you for the note." She said
He was happy with that.
He knew that things could never be exactly as before.
But as long as they pretended as much, Nawaz would still get to see her and speak to her frequently, which made a repeat inevitable. One day.
DIWALI 2020
For the Bhadoria family, this was the favourite time of the year. They had finished shopping and all for everyone. There was a Diwali party arranged in the society in the evening. They were looking forward to it.
In the evening, the party had started and all of the society members were in the clubhouse. Nawaz also reached and started chit chatting with the society members.
Sonarika was looking phenomenal that night. She always looked incredible when she wore a little makeup around her gorgeous eyes, and her hair was back in a short ponytail. She was wearing a light blue salwar kameez for the event. The clubhouse was very warm so she did not have socks on, and her cute feet had dark-red nail polish on her toes. Nawaz and Sonarika ignored each other because her parents were also present. They did catch each other's eye when coming out of the washroom but nothing happened beyond that.
Dinner was arranged at the clubhouse, it was a grand buffet with vegetarian food. Everyone started making a line for the food, Mr and Mrs Bhadoria stood first followed by Vikas and then Sonarika. She felt breathing on her right shoulder, she looked back and it was Nawaz standing right behind her.
"Tumhari bra dikh rahi hai" he said
Sonarika jumped at his comment, "WHAT?"
"Haan, white colour ki bra pehni hai na?"
The salwar kameez she was wearing was transparent in nature. She didn't realise that but now she was standing in a buffet line which had a tubelight right at the top.
She was embarassed beyond words, she was stuck in the buffet line so she couldn't move. Behind her, Nawaz started admiring her figure. He missed her sexy body for two months, he realised she was in better shape.
"Bohot khoobsurat lag rahi ho sona" he said
"Figure bhi tight lag raha hai, thoda yoga hume bhi sikha do" he said in her ear
Sonarika was getting red with embarassment, she didn't know how to react. Suddenly she felt a finger running on her back, Nawaz was holding his plate in his left hand and touching her back with his right hand. He was holding the plate such that people sitting towards their left couldn't see where his hand was. He started running his hand from the left side of her waist to the right and also up and down.
Sonarika closed her eyes due to the sensation on her back, she couldn't move
"Please Nawaz. Koi dekh lega" she whispered looking at him.
"Dekhne k liye hi tumne ye wala salwar kameez pehna hai na" he replied
As the buffet line moved forward, so did Sonarika and Nawaz. By now, Nawaz was caressing her back with all his fingers. He was drawing circles on her back. She was moving a bit because of the sensations.
As she was about to take some rice, she heard a sound which left her frozen.
"Tak"
She looked back at Nawaz with horror filled eyes. Nawaz was grinning at her. Nawaz had opened her bra hooks from behind.
She slammed the plates down and started running towards the lift. Her boobs jiggling more than usual.
"Beta khana toh kha lo" her mother said
Sonarika disappeared in the lift. Nawaz was looking at her big juggling boobs and her sexy ass as she was running. Vikas looked at Nawaz with suspicious eyes, but didn't realise what had happened. Sonarika rushed inside her apartment, she closed the door and went to the bathroom. She was cursing Nawaz for what he had done to her in front of all these people. She adjusted her bra and hooked it again. She felt her panties were wet already, she put a finger to her panties and saw they were soaking wet. She had a wicked smile on her face.
Her family returned home after the function and asked her why she rushed back home.
Sonarika gave a silly excuse and avoided eye contact with them.
Next day, there was lots of noise coming from their neighbours apartment. Startled by a noise from outside, Sonarika looked out to see what the commotion was. She opened the main door to see. Sonarika was caught off guard by the sight. That's one big python she thought. Nawaz was shirtless standing in his living room wearing only his bicycle shorts which displayed his big cock. Probably the most striking feature she recognized was that bicycle shorts were white. To get a clearly view, she pulled the curtain aside and looked intently. He was opening a box. As he put his long leg on another box, Sonarika immediately caught the size of his thighs as his shorts rode up slightly. She watched him a little longer, studying him. He was looking at a photo that she could not discern but did see that he had a few things to move. Surely he couldn't move them by himself, she questioned. Sonarika went in and met Vikas in the living room.
Vikas was reading on his tablet and looked up to see his sister a bit flustered. "What's the matter didi?" He asked her. "Did you know our neighbour has bought new furniture?" She said
She looked at Vikas, "Maybe you should go help, it didn't look like there was anyone else." Vikas furrowed his brow at the suggestion. Sonarika looked at her lanky brother- he won't be much help but it's the thought that counts. "Please? I'm sure the neighbor will appreciate the welcome." Vikas heaved a heavy breath and agreed, dragging himself to his apartment.
A commotion startled Nawaz as he saw the door open. Walking out was a thin looking, Vikas with glasses on. "Hullo there sir." Nawaz called out standing while Vikas approached him. He smiled widely and started speaking before Nawaz could continue.
"Hello there bhaiyya. It looks like you need a bit of help?" Vikas offered his hand for a shake. Nawaz's hand extended out and engulfed Vikas's hand, with a modest grip and congenial shake. Nawaz began to introduce all the stuff that he bought for the house only to be cut off by Vikas. "You mind if I lend you a hand?"
"I'd highly appreciate that." Nawaz smiled warmly again. Oh god, he ain't gonna be much help but I take it. Nawaz pointed to a few light end-tables for Vikas to unload. Past the general exchange of formalities, Over the next two hours, the pair got friendly like the good old days through the shared silences and quick conversations between coffee tables and mattresses. Vikas was feeling better now.
They heard a screen door shut next door and both looked in the direction of the sound.
Nawaz had to adjust his eyes as he looked closer on the enchantment that walked toward him and Vikas. At first he noticed her neatly pedicured toes, pink and white surrendered on flip flops. Her long tanned legs were capped by khaki short shorts and met with a baby white blouse, with the shadow of a generously filled bra underneath. Focusing on her face, he saw her pearly white smile and thick pink lips. Her sharp features were accentuated by her dark chestnut brown hair. Oh my, now if that isn't an angel, I don't know what is. Nawaz missed the tray she was carrying, and only registered it as she went put it down next to Vikas. He caught a profile of the woman as she bent to place the tray, noticing she had quite a bit to work with behind. And a booty, god you have outdone yourself! Nawaz realised that sonarika had lost a bit of weight because of her daily yoga and was now in the best shape of her life.
"I thought you boys could use something to drink after all that work." She smiled pouring a glass. Nawaz stood up and extended a hand out to her. She looked up and looked at his massive hand.
"Thank you Sona." He smiled widely as he accepted her hand.
"Yes, Didi. Thank you." Vikas jumped up missing his cue. He turned to his sister, and saw her hand was still lingering in his handshake.
Sonarika quickly looked him up and down. His shirtless, sweaty body. Though he had a bit of a belly, his legs were strong and muscular and his big black cock was visible from his bicycle shorts. "Please have a seat and let me serve you." Nawaz sat down and continued to smile.
"What have you got there?" Nawaz pointed to the pitcher as Sonarika started to pour another glass. "Is it lemonade?" Sonarika bent over and extended the glass to Nawaz.
"It sure is Nawaz," She smiled as she handed him the glass. She could see that he was looking down her blouse, so she lingered in the position. His eyes were fixated on her luscious breasts. "Freshly squeezed, just the way I like it." She added, joining Nawaz in a laugh. Vikas quietly sipped his glass, quickly feeling the cordiality becoming too cumbersome.
"Well Nawaz bhaiyya, we'll leave you to it." Vikas said as he stood up. "Come on Didi" He said to his sister. Vikas turned and noticed his wife was still standing near Nawaz. He held her hand and gave her a tug. She turned and waved bye to Nawaz, who returned the gesture. What the hell just happened, Vikas thought.
Nawaz watched his new neighbors return to their home. He admired Sonarika's ass as it adhered to her short shorts. That's a sexy strawberry flavoured ass. Nawaz thought.
Nawaz spent most of the next day fixing up his room and home office. He considered working from home three out of the five days in the week. Considering he was going to be doing a majority of the administrative work and auditions. As much as he loved getting out there and being physical in his job, he wasn't the young buck he used to be. Reflecting on this fact, he knew he had to fix that. Looking the mirror these days was not the most pleasant experience. Though handsome, he was balding, kept a sharp goatee, and could stand to lose his gut.
Maybe a gym might work, he thought. He wanted to be in shape. He decided to workout in the society gym.
Nawaz went to his top floor of his duplex, he wanted to do some pushups and squats at home first before starting gym from tomorrow.
As he scanned the premises from his balcony, he noticed that the the attached balcony of Sonarika's bedroom was visible from his top balcony. While Nawaz got the duplex house, He got a balcony at the top also. Out of curiosity he looked inside her room standing from his balcony upon scanning saw a figure on a chair. It was Sonarika in a burgundy two-piece and over-sized sunglasses. She was applying some sunscreen on her legs, Nawaz glued to the vision. She continued with slathering her upper body as well, providing views of her ample cleavage privy to Nawaz's window. He watched her for a few minutes without realizing that he was stroking his cock. His gazed was quickly interrupted by the door bell.
A few more dings and Nawaz was in a quick sprint downstairs to the door. He held on for a moment before opening to hide his massive boner. He looked through the peephole and saw a Mrs Bhadoria continuing to ring the bell. Nawaz opened it quickly. "Hello aunty. Can I help you?" He asked.
"Sonarika asked me to come over here to ask you if you would be interested in having dinner with them later this week." Said Mrs bhadoria.
Nawaz smirked at the idea and let it swirl around in contemplation.
Upon closing the door, he quickly rushed upstairs and pushed his coffe table and chairs to one side of his balcony.
He was delighted to see that Sonarika was still sunbathing. She was on her stomach and her bikini bottom had rode up remarkably, presenting her beautiful butt. Nawaz struggled to keep his cock hidden well in his shorts even though she was facing down. He started getting weird ideas of buying a big ladder for himself, so he can directly access her balcony. His mind was filled with a thousand crazy ideas.
As he was thinking, his leg hit the coffee table and it flipped to the other side creating a crashing sound.
Sonarika looked up and across the at the direction of the sound. Nawaz had taken off his shirt and his gray shorts fit tightly halfway up his thighs and his dark, thick calves were taut. I sure do love chocolate, she thought. Through her sunglasses she saw him bend down and adjust the fallen coffe table and chairs. She peeped at him further and could feel a wetness come over her. She saw the obvious bulge in his shorts. Nawaz squatted deeply to lift the coffee table and she gasped as how tight his ass looked. She undid her top and removed it from underneath.
She looked through her dark shades towards Nawaz's balcony. He held his hand on his crotch as he looked her way, unaware she was looking at him. She took the cue to flip over and bared her chest for her neighbor. Nawaz tried to hide his joy at this splendor. Sonarika gave her tits a jiggle to present to Nawaz that they were in fact all natural and very plentiful. The way they were splayed and draped on her chest, Nawaz probably wouldn't be able to tell, but she knew he would enjoy them again if given a chance. She pretended to put her head to the side for a moment to see what Nawaz was up to. She noticed that he had sit down and was stroking his cock. I'll give you a show. Sonarika reached for the sunscreen and presented her bare chest to the squeeze bottle. A few quick squeezes and white cream squirted on her chest. She began massaging it into her skin and grabbed her handful for him to see.
Nawaz was stroking furiously through his shorts, the tip of large cock peeking through his shorts while he was seated. He had never seen such beautiful natural breasts before. Sonarika had finished rubbing and squeezing her tits, Nawaz was fit to explode in his shorts right there. He tried to avert his gaze while he did his work but couldn't help the occasional peek over the steel fence. He eventually noticed that she was getting ready to go back inside. She stood up and reached for her bikini top. He bit his lip, still full too, damn. She looked up towards him as she put the top back on, while he was in mid-appreciation, and he quickly looked away.
"Hey there Nawaz!" Sonarika yelled out. Nawaz looked at her and smiled, waving back to her. She waved for him to come to the railings. Nawaz stood up. Sonarika admired his form, She could see his pre-cum had wet his shorts. "What are you working on over there?"
"It's a work in progress. My out-door gym. I told your brother he can come over any time to use it." Nawaz lied to her.
Sonarika laughed out loud. "Vikas? Work out? You gotta be kidding!" She laughed girlishly. "I'd probably be getting more use out of it than him." Nawaz's laughter turned to surprise. "Oh really? You hit the gym pretty hard? What do you do?" Nawaz smiled as he looked down at her, prospecting his golden body. Sonarika laughed and looked up, flexing a bicep for him. "I sure do. I try to keep fit. It's always nice to get a good work out in." Sonarika volunteered. "I mostly stick with cardio, yoga and lower body." Nawaz examined her legs. "Usually squats." Nawaz licked his lips and nodded.
"I can definitely tell." He eyed her some more, admiring her gams.
"You sure are dedicated." He smiled back to her, "You're welcome to use my gym any time!" Sonarika beamed at the offer.
"When do you think it'll be done?" She asked. "Oh I probably be done with it here in about two days." Nawaz speculated.
Sonarika nodded in approval. "Wow, well that's pretty soon. You must be a pretty skilled with tools to work that quickly." She said.
Nawaz laughed his signature bellow. "Yes," He adjusted himself through his shorts, "I have been known to lay a pipe or two." Nawaz shared with a grin. Sonarika turned a shade red.
"I'm sure you can," Sonarika laughed as she casually licked her lips, fleeting a glance at his big cock. "Well I hope you can finish it up soon. Good luck!" She turned to go back inside. Nawaz fixed his gaze on her big ass as she walked, jiggling for his attention. She turned quickly and caught him staring. "Oh!" Nawaz shifted his gaze up quickly. She smiled at catching him. "I sent mom over yesterday about dinner. Would you be able to come over Friday?"
"Yes. Friday sounds wonderful. Should I bring anything?" Nawaz grinned his toothy smile.
"Oh no, just that big smile and a big appetite!" Sonarika smiled back. Nawaz laughed.
"I sure will do Sona." Nawaz turned back to his work and contemplated what the rest of the week would hold.
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The next day, the mumbai weather was worst.
The clouds were gray and a drizzle had taken over the day since the morning. Sonarika mopped around the house in her pajamas and watched day-time television. What a bore! There was always work to be done around the house but it just wouldn't hold her attention. She parked herself in front of the TV and flipped the channels.
Zoning out on the 500+ channels of cable changing, it took a moment for her to register the sound of beeping coming from outside. A noise out of the norm amongst the drizzle, she had to investigate. Looking through the eye hole of the main door, she could see a sign Jay's Pools and Spas was etched on to the side of the T-shirt the two men were wearing. Sonarika racked her brain for a moment. She waited for a moment, anticipating a knock at the door, but there was no sound.
She heard sounds from upstairs and went to the attached balcony of her bedroom.
Two men were hoisting what appeared to be a jacuzzi on to Nawaz's deck. The drizzle obstructed the view, but she could see that Nawaz was in his bicycle shorts showing the men where to place the hot-tub. He looked like a coach guiding some players. The guys from Jay's followed his directions expertly and installed the jacuzzi in no-time. Sonarika had resumed watching her favorite talk-show.
Next door, Nawaz escorted the two men out of his apartment and said his thank you. Near the door he saw a parcel package was delivered. He found it strange that he hadn't ordered anything.
He took the package inside and closed the door.
It felt much lighter than he expected as he examined the box. The tape had been slightly ripped and did a poor job in keeping the box closed. Nawaz sifted through the packing and pulled out a box that put him in mild surprise. He held it as if it was familiar but also very strange. The box art displayed a very sexy Victoria's secret model. Nawaz let out a chuckle and shook his head in disbelief. This has to be a joke, he thought as he laughed silently to himself putting the sexy bikini back into the box it was shipped in. He carefully taped it back up to be returned, realizing that he hadn't looked at the shipping label.
It was addressed to another address, the mailman must've got the wrong house. Nawaz noticed that it belonged next door. He licked his lips as he saw that it was addressed to a certain S. Bhadoria. Nawaz didn't waste any time and wanted to correct this postal error. He threw on some sandals and went next door with the box. After knocking for what seemed like an eternity, Nawaz turned to return home. He noticed there wasn't a car in the driveway so it was likely no-body was home. However, as he took a step, the door opened and he turned around.
Reluctantly opening the door was Sonarika. She peered out and recognized Nawaz instantly. "Oh, hey Nawaz. How's it going?" She smiled, pleased to see him.
Nawaz blanked out for a split moment as he glanced over his neighbor. Barefoot with her pink and white toes, Sonarika's legs displayed her magnificent tan as her velour shorts held on to her like a second skin. Her spaghetti strap tank top appeared comfortable as it dipped below the middle of her chest. Nawaz noticed how the slight breeze outside introduced him to her perky sexy nipples. "It's going real good Sonarika. Just enjoying this lazy day. From the looks of it, you are too."
Sonarika nodded and brought her arms up to fix her hair into a pony tail. Nawaz couldn't tear away his gaze from the way her tits struggled to resist the pull of the garment. "Oh yeah, I probably look a mess. I'm sorry Nawaz." She saw that he was holding a box and he instantly saw that she noticed the reason for his visit.
"No dear, you look just fine." Nawaz smiled. He held the box out to her, "I think the package was left at the wrong house. I saw the label and it was your address, so I thought I'd return it." Sonarika had a look of confusion on her face.
"Hmm, you know... I'm not sure if Vikas was waiting for something or not. Or might be daddy's. I'll hold on to it either way." Nawaz handed her the box and she wrapped her arms around it. A moment silence made for a slight awkwardness between the two as their business was done.
"Oh! I'm sorry about the noise earlier, in the lobby." Nawaz blurted out. "I didn't think it would take too long, but I'm sorry if it caused you any inconvenience." He noted Sonarika's confused expression.
"I'm having a jacuzzi put in on my deck and the boys thought it would be great if they finished the setup today." Nawaz explained. "I probably shoulda asked if it would've been okay."
"It's quite alright Nawaz." Sonarika waving it off with her arm. Nawaz caught the jiggle in her freely covered breasts.
"Well I sure am glad that it wasn't. But I still feel bad about it." He said, trailing off apologetically. Sonarika caught some of his genuine, simple remorse.
"Oh don't feel bad," She frowned slightly and smile, "Now you'll just have to let me and Vikas come use it!" Sonarika laughed. Nawaz smiled at the suggestion. "Speaking of projects, how is that gym coming along?" Nawaz's smile subsided a bit.
"It's a work in slow progress. I was having a lazy afternoon too, after I got my business work done. Didn't feel like doing nothing after." He gave a small laugh. "I'd better get to it if I want to finish it soon." Nawaz turned to leave and Sonarika noticed the missing pep in his step.
"That sounds good. Listen, I could put on a pot of coffee if you'd like," Sonarika pointed towards her kitchen. Nawaz stood and looked in as Sonarika put the box down on the chair. Her ass cheeks peeked out towards Nawaz as he read the "SEXY" printed on her shorts. "I'll make it black and strong, it'll wake you up something fierce." She smiled big.
Nawaz's thoughts instantly went back to their earlier sex sessions, he hadn't had sex with her for almost three months now. He grinned widely at her gesture. "I appreciate the offer. But I think I'll be alright. I generally don't drink coffee this late into the afternoon." Sonarika continued to smile and shrugged her shoulders as if to say, oh well, your loss, in a friendly way. "Maybe I'll take a rain-check though if that's okay with you?" Nawaz asked.
"Of course Nawaz. Anytime." Sonarika nodded enthusiastically.
"Great," Nawaz smiled, "I look forward to it." He started to walk into his apartment and turned to her while she stood at the door. "I'll have you know I do like a little creamer!" He barked out to her.
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Next day, Vikas declared that he was going to a 20 day long trip to North India with his friends. His exams were over and finally he had a bit of time on his hands. His parents agreed to send him believing it was a well deserved break. Vikas asked about the noise which was coming from the lobby yesterday.
Sonarika told her it was at Nawaz's place.
"Is that right?" Vikas asked her in a matter-of-fact tone. "When did you all chat yesterday?"
"Hmm...," Sonarika thought out loud for a moment. "Oh it was some time in the afternoon. The Amazon guy delivered our parcel to his place by accident and he was kind enough to bring it over." Some relief appeared on Vikas's face. Sonarika continued, "Did you know he had a jacuzzi put in on his deck?."
"He's a rich Bollywood actor beta". Her mother says from behind.
Sonarika put a hand on her mother's shoulder. "You know how bad I've wanted a hot-tub all these years." Vikas exhaled slowly and looked around the kitchen. He gestures to her that they don't have space.
Vikas packed his bags and said his good bye to his parents and sister. He was off to his 20 day trip. Her parents were going to drop him at the airport and on their way back home they decided to pick up all the things necessary for dinner tomorrow night.
As they exited the door, Nawaz called Mr Bhadoria out loudly. "Uncle ek help chahiye"
"Uh- um-, alright Nawaz. What's up?" Mr Bhadoria said, awkwardly. Nawaz contorted his face at the question and brushed it off with a smile.
"Well I just had a question about the water system set up. See I got this jacuzzi yesterday from Jay's but I'm not sure if I got the connections right. I know you lived here from many years and wondered if you could help me set it up later today." Nawaz explained. A wave of relief came over Vikas's face. Nawaz smiled at the sight.
"Ah, yeah that can be a tricky thing because you want to have the right pressure. I have to get to the airport right now to drop vikas, but I will swing by later and I can show you the set-up." Mr Bhadoria said confidently. Nawaz smiled a big genuine grin and offer his hand for a shake. Mr Bhadoria looked at the gigantic palm and let go of his confidence as he put his hand in Nawaz's. He watched Nawaz strut back to his home.
The day wore on for Mr Bhadoria but he looked forward to the quality time with his family that afternoon. He dropped his son at the airport. By the end of the work, though he was exhausted, he felt accomplished. He went to the market and bought some of the fixings for the grill that Sonarika requested and made his way home. Upon arriving at home, he found his wife preparing the burgers over the sink, looking out the window. Mr Bhadoria stepped in from behind and gave her a hug, she laughed.
"You're back! Did you get the stuff from the store?" Mrs Bhadoria asked.
"I did, everything you asked for you." He replied
"He told me about the jacuzzi and asked for some help before I left this morning. I figured I'd head over and we work on it." Mr Bhadoria said nonchalantly. Mrs Bhadoria looked at him carefully.
"Well it's that nice of you. Alright, well go ahead, I'll take care of the rest of the food prep." She told her husband. "He's been working pretty hard all afternoon, I'm sure he'll really appreciate your help." The thought of his wife watching Nawaz all afternoon dampened his spirits slightly.
Mr Bhadoria went to his apartment as Nawaz had just finished doing a set of pushups. Mr Bhadoria asked him "Do you have beer?"
Nawaz was surprised by the question but smiled at him.
"I really shouldn't after a workout, but why the hell not. You gonna have one with me?" Nawaz offered jovially. Mr Bhadoria nodded in agreement.
"I'd love to," Mr Bhadoria accepted looking around, "Hold on, I'll go get an opener." As he turned to go home to retrieve one, he heard the turning cap open.
"Don't worry about it uncle. Here give me yours." Nawaz said accepting Mr Bhadoria's bottle and opening the cap with his hands. Mr Bhadoria shared an inaudible thanks. Nawaz pulled out the instruction manual for the jacuzzi and handed it to him. "So... where do we start?" Mr Bhadoria poured over the manual for a moment in silence and began directing Nawaz on which pieces needed to be connected. Mr Bhadoria realized this was the longest amount of time he had spent with his neighbor so far. The notion had also dawned on Nawaz as they worked together.
"I really appreciate the help Uncle." Nawaz said as he worked on tightening a nut on to a connector. "You and your kids have been great to me while the other neighbor's haven't really said anything. Is that normal around here?" Mr Bhadoria took a moment wandering his thoughts about what Nawaz mean about him and his kids being great to him. He snapped out of it quickly.
Nawaz began to laugh as he held up his bottle. Mr Bhadoria caught the infectious buzzed laugh and shook his head in approval. They clinked their bottles again in agreement of the deal. Nawaz turned on a valve from the wall connected to the jacuzzi and it began filling up. He let out a howl and thanked Mr Bhadoria for all his help.
Strangely, Mr Bhadoria didn't feel like leaving even though the work was done. Though he was a little drunk, he could feel the warmth of his neighbor and appreciated the time they had spent working together. Nawaz began putting his tools away and Uncle's memory was jogged. He had to start getting the grill ready and said his farewell to Nawaz. "Thanks again Uncle." Nawaz stopped and stood in front of Uncle, giving him his full attention. "I really appreciate it." Mr Bhadoria was unaccustomed to his neighbor's exuberant amicability and awkwardly thanked Nawaz back.
In her bedrooms balcony, Sonarika started to place the patties on the grill and looked up, to see Nawaz emerge to his balcony upstairs. He was in what looked to be a silk robe.
Nawaz stepped out and smelled the fresh patties getting their cookout under the way. Sonarika standing in the balcony with her big sunglasses. She looked in his direction and waved. Nawaz smiled wide enough for her to see his cordiality and twisted off the cap from a bottle. He raised the bottle to her and nodded.
Nawaz, behind some shades of his own, could feel that there was an attention on him. The smooth silk on his body felt cool. After that first good workout in a long time, he knew that he had to take measures to recover. He admittedly thought, couldn't keep his eyes off his neighbors. Sonarika was pretending to be absorbed in her grill work, and Nawaz could tell Sonarika was occasionally looking in his direction while she prepared the burgers. The sun was shining just right as it fell behind Sonarika, and Nawaz could make out her tight figure's shadow through the sun dress. There was a nice gap between her thick thighs. Above, the dress had cut generously low, revealing cleavage only moderately held together. Nawaz struggled not to stroke his cock right there.
Sonarika noticed Nawaz was looking at her, two can play at this game. She made sure to cut the rest of the tomatoes with her arms brought in, show that she could present her own ripe melons to the on-looker from a distance. Once she was done, she sat and sipped her lemonade. She looked up and saw the tight robe knot around Nawaz's waist and the way the end of the robe slightly flared at his thighs. He was standing as she admired him, he took a drink from the bottle and held it to his side. With his free hand, the removed the top of the jacuzzi and tested the water with a finger. He appeared to nod to himself in approval. Sonarika continued to look him up and down, finding the sight appetizing. Nawaz turned to the side and began to undo his robe knot, Sonarika's eyes focused closer. He slipped off one side revealing his dark physique in full, taking the beer in his now disrobed arm. He let the rest of the robe fall and turned back to face Sonarika and the jacuzzi. Sonarika's pussy blushed and rushed to wetness.
She tilted her head slightly forward and did not strain to see Nawaz's giant black cock swinging freely. Like a giant pendulum itself marking the slow passage of time that she feasted upon view of it. A warm sensation of lust overcame her body as she watched him prepare to get in the jacuzzi. He held the bottle near his groin and she could see how it was dwarfed by his soft monster cock. It curved slightly and swung gently with his movements. His balls were big and hung loosely. Oh my god, Sonarika thought. Nawaz put a leg up into the jacuzzi and his cock jiggled side to side pointing briefly at Sonarika. His ass looked bullet-proof and very well toned. I could never get my hands around that again like I used to. She thought
Her mother called her from the kitchen
Sonarika snapped out of it and looked at the plate.
She looked back up in the direction of Nawaz's jacuzzi. "This pattie looks great mummy," She looked at the kitchen through the sunglasses and looked back at Nawaz. "I can't wait to taste it."
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The next day, Mr Bhadoria left for work early as he had to return early. Sonarika also had an audition for a TV show. She was having butterflies in her stomach, she got ready quickly and left for the audition.
Later that day...
A car pulled into the the building parking. The door opened and a high-heeled leg stepped out, its owner heaving herself out of the car. Sonarika had finally escaped from the audition. Her hair was in a frizz and her bloused was unbuttoned. The tight black pencil skirt had ridden up and she grabbed a handful, straightening it out. As she reached for her bag in the backseat, she felt the unfamiliar sound of a rip. Feeling the back of her skirt, the day got a little worse as she felt it.
Once she got inside, Sonarika kicked off her heels and threw her suit jacket on the couch. She felt a wave of relief come over her. Standing there in the living room for a moment, two thoughts dawned on her. The first was the absence of boxes mean her little brother was gone. She felt sad for a moment but it quickly subsided as she realized the other thing. She was finally alone and had time for herself. The past few days were very hectic. Now it was quiet and a woman could have peace. She closed the door of her bedroom from inside so that her mother won't disturb her.
Sonarika sat and took off her hosiery, tossing it aside. Her feet felt assaulted by the heels that she did not wear often. A bath sounded really good. She went into the bathroom and turned the faucet on to the shower and added some stress-relieving bubble soap. As the bath ran, she returned to the bedroom and stood in front of the mirror. Grabbing her breasts and smoothing her hands down her body, Sonarika took off her blouse and skirt. She stood there in her black lingerie, turning and admiring her own ass in the black thong. Reaching around, she undid her bra and her breasts assumed their natural tear-drop shape. She liked what she saw but something was off. She turned to the side and continued to look at her deflated self. She caught notice of her tired posture. It looked defeated. Not bearing to look at it longer, she turned around and opened her closet. She eyed her running shoes.
Next door Nawaz was working on expanding the fleet in his balcony outdoor gym.The work had wore him thin as he was having a drink had his sleeves rolled up trying to encourage himself to stay focused. He was ready to call it a day.
He took a big sip of the beer and talked to himself, "Badhiya lag raha hai gym setup"
"Mmmmmhmmmm. Very nice Nawaz. Very nice." Sonarika said. Nawaz turned to the strange tone of the 'mmhmm'. He looked down where he saw Sonarika had wandered into her balcony.
The tight spandex shorts and nike sports bra couldn't be mistaken. By now he couldn't confuse Sonarika's fine, slim calves and thick ass thighs. He watched her get into some stretches and admired the limber image.
Nawaz agreed as Sonarika reached for her toes, exposing her ass cheeks in the balcony. "When I built the gym, I told you and your brother could come over and use it any time." Nawaz let out a whistle as Sonarika pushed her chest out for a stretch.
Sonarika looked at him in a seductive way and signalled him to open his main door. Nawaz rushed downstairs to his main door. Sonarika told her mom that she was going to Nawaz's house to check his new gym. She told her she'll be back in 15 mins. Nawaz opened the door and he was standing there.
Nawaz was mesmerized by the view in front of him. Her big busty boobs in those nike sports bra were looking so inviting, he checked out her sexy long legs and the curves around her ass supported by her tight spandex nike shorts. His dick was hard again. He invited her in and closed the door.
Nawaz stepped aside and asked Sonarika to walk ahead of him. As she was climbing up the stairs, she was wiggling her ass on purpose. Nawaz was lazer focused on her big jiggling ass as she walked. She knew his eyes were on her big sexy rump.
They reached the balcony and she thought
"Wow, he fixes up really well. She admired his sinewy forearms as they held up his rolled sleeves. Nawaz had his everyday gentleman smile on as he approached her. "Hey! I hope you don't mind me taking you up on the gym offer?" Sonarika pointed at the out-door gym.
"Not at all! Glad to see it be put to good use." Nawaz squinted as he looked at her.
Sonarika looked at the equipment and showed some confusion. "I haven't been able to make good sense of how to use some of this stuff."
Sonarika brought her arms in closer to her as Nawaz walked around her. She could smell a faint whiff of alcohol as he stood next to Nawaz.
"There's some big weights you have here" she said looking at the weights around
"Yea, weights ain't the only thing we got bigger." Nawaz blurted out and smiled.
"I was just going over some area maps to see where to set up more shops in the region." Nawaz continued to explain. Sonarika nodded her head with interest. "Your mom told me you had audition today.?"
Sonarika rolled her eyes in exhaustion. "Yes I did, it was a long day. I got home and just wanted to relax but I figured a good way to unwind would be with a work out." She looked around Nawaz's setup.
"That's a great idea." Nawaz sympathized. "Over here you've got the pull-up bar, over there are the free-weights, there's a bench right there too." Nawaz had given a quick tour of the gym. "Is there anything in particular you were wanting to work on?" He searched Sonarika's face for any indication.
"You sure got the lower body under control Sonarika." Nawaz said, his eyes feasting on her legs and ass. Sonarika gave him a short thank you.
"I do want to work on my arms and back. What do you suggest?" Sonarika asked him. Nawaz thought for a moment and looked around the gym. He pointed at the free-weights and told her to go get a comfortable pair. Sonarika brought them back.
"Alright, the bent row is really good for the chest, back, and arms. It's pretty easy too. I think you'll like it." Nawaz explained the form as he stood behind Sonarika. "You're gonna want to keep your legs shoulder width apart." Sonarika moved them apart a little. "A little wider." He looked down and could see her ass cheeks were relaxed. "Great, now you're going to want to straighten your back." Sonarika assumed good posture and Nawaz moved around front. She was popping her ass and her chest was proudly out. Nawaz was silently pretending to stroke himself off behind her. "Now, move your torso down so that it's nearly parallel to the floor. You can bend your knees a little." Sonarika leaned forward and her butt pulled her shorts up, revealing the bottom of her ass again. "Make sure you keep your arms straight so they hang by your side." Nawaz reminded her as he moved in front of her, crouching a bit to see if her torso was parallel. He took a gratuitous look at her hanging tits. He could feel his cock growing in his pants and stood up straight in front of her.
Sonarika kept looking forward in the form and caught the outline of Nawaz's gigantic cock in his pants. She kept her eyes forward like he said. "How does it look?" She asked. Nawaz had went back behind her once more to check.
"It looks really good." Nawaz reassured her. "Just make sure your legs are spread out the right width. Like this." Without notice, Nawaz wrapped his large palms around each of Sonarika's thighs, right under her ass cheeks, pulling them apart to the correct width. Sonarika flinched at his touch. She felt the grazing of his large thumb on her pussy over her shorts as he lightly pulled her ass cheeks open. She started to get wet as he gave her thighs a squeeze, "Good job, that looks really good." Nawaz let go and continued his explanation. "Now you just want to bring the weight up with your arms as if you're doing a bench press." Sonarika did the range of motion and her breasts squeezed up against her chest and hung again with each repetition. "That's perfect, you've got it." Nawaz congratulated her. She stood at ease at the accomplishment.
"Thanks so much for the new move Nawaz. I'll be sure to incorporate it into my routine." Sonarika beamed in a lustful haze. Nawaz appeared to be pleased by the sentiment.
"Any time dear. You just let me know if you have any questions." Nawaz offered and turned back. " Nawaz told her that he has some work and went inside.
As he closed the screen door behind him, he stood there for the next half hour watching Sonarika's work out.
"Her parents are good neighbors, I don't want to mess up a good thing like that." He thought to himself.
Outside Sonarika casually looked back at Nawaz's house. She could see he was watching her from his office room. She turned her back to him and took a deep squat and stood up again. With each repetition she jiggled her ass a little, knowing full well she was showing the candy for the taking.
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Next day,
Mr Bhadoria adjusted his tie as he looked in the mirror, furrowing his brow with failure, he undid it quickly as his wife yelled at him from the kitchen. "Are you ready?!" Mrs Bhadoria barked from the kitchen below. Mr Bhadoria quickly re-tied the knot and moped at himself. Why do we have to match? He asked himself, feeling embarrassed wearing the pink tie. He could hear the heavy knock of heels ascend the stairs as he turned to see Mrs Bhadoria walk in. "Oh my god," she said, "You look adorable! We look amazing." She stepped in front of him and admired herself in the mirror.
"Yeah..." Mr Bhadoria said, sounding deflated, "we look amazing." The comment appeared to fall on deaf ears as Mrs Bhadoria continued to pose for herself.
The doorbell rang, she quickly grabbed his wrists and pulled them down.
"It looks like our guest has arrived!" Mrs Bhadoria started walking towards the door. Mr Bhadoria quickly followed behind. They stood in front of the door, briefly arguing about who should open it. Mr Bhadoria looked through the peephole to see Nawaz looking around as he waited outside. Mr Bhadoria stood behind her husband, smoothing out her dress and hair as he opened the door. Just outside, Nawaz was in his suit and tie, holding a brown paper bag in the shape of a bottle.
"Come in, come in," Mr Bhadoria offered to the neighbor. Nawaz walked into the foyer. "Welcome to the bhadoria's home." He said extending his hand in greeting. Nawaz smiled big and shook the man's hand.
"Thanks y'all, feels really good to be here." Nawaz looked to Mr Bhadoria and then to Mrs Bhadoria. "Ma'am you look fantastic. I like the matching theme you two got going." He added with a laugh.
"Oh you do?!" Mrs Bhadoria cried out. "You know what, Uncle hates it. He simply did not want to do it but I am glad you appreciate it." She took Nawaz's arm, feeling the rigid forearm under his thin shirt. "Come along into the living room and have a seat!" They moved along leaving Mr Bhadoria behind, but not before Nawaz handed off the bottle to him. Mr Bhadoria looked at the paper bag and pulled out the bottle. It read "Cristal".
"Nawaz, you really shouldn't have brought this," Mr Bhadoria said as he entered the room, looking at the bottle and looking up to see his wife seated next to and in side-conversation with Nawaz. "We've got plenty of drink around but thanks for bringing this! I've never had Cristal before." Mr Bhadoria finished, grabbing the attention of them.
"Yes, Nawaz. Uncle and I don't get around to drinking a whole lot of champagne except for New Years. It goes straight to our heads." She laughed out. "We don't even have those glasses for them... what are they called." She searched for the name as it was on the tip of her tongue. Just then the bedroom door opened and they heard clicks of sandals.
Nawaz looked at that direction and gazed
Sonarika stepped out wearing a sexy blue chiffon backless saree. She had also applied black eyeliner and red lipstick. Her saree was paired with basically a black bra/blouse. The blouse was deep cut which displayed her huge boobs. As she was walking, Nawaz saw her boobs jiggle in her blouse. He shifted in her seat and tried to hide his excitement looking at their daughter.
The conversation shifted back to the glasses used to drink Cristal.
"Flutes?" Nawaz answered.
"I never really drank out of them neither. Usually we popped a bottle of this stuff after winning a match or something. I just drank it out of the bottle at that time." Mr Bhadoria gave a hearty laugh and Mrs Bhadoria joined in while Mr Bhadoria gave a slight look of bewilderment. Mrs Bhadoria shook her head in reassurance.
"Well we can't have that can we?" Sonarika smiled towards Nawaz while she tossed her hair back behind her shoulders. "I mean, it would be a mess!" Sonarika turned to her father. "Daddy, why don't you go out and get some of those flutes. I think I saw some at the daily needs store, they had some plastic ones. Mommy knows which store I am talking about". Mr Bhadoria tried to hide his annoyance at the thought of having to run the errand.
"Oh I think we could just have some in the wine glasses we have here. No need to go out for that." Mr Bhadoria suggested. Sonarika sent him a veiled glare through her smile. She looked at her mother with angry eyes.
"No daddy. If we have this fine champagne from our fine neighbor," Sonarika touched Nawaz's shoulder, lingering on it. "then we have to do the drink some justice and have it the right way." She looked at Nawaz for agreement, her hand still on his shoulder. Nawaz looked at Mr Bhadoria and shrugged his shoulders, nodding in guilty agreement. She could see the consternation in her daddy's face. "Please daddy, could you go get those flutes. Mommy will show you the shop?"
Mr Bhadoria let out a sigh. "Sure. Is it the general store at the mall?" Sonarika nodded in earnest. Mr Bhadoria looked at his watch. "There's going to be a lot of traffic around there right now but it shouldn't take too long." He looked to the kitchen and turned to his daughter again. "Make sure you turn off the oven," Mr Bhadoria turned to his wife and both of them left the house.
Sonarika closed the door and said
"we don't want to over-roast the patties!"
Nawaz smiled and chuckled in amusement. "Oh no we sure don't. I do love me some big breasts," He said as he looked at Sonarika and trailed the view down to her leg, holding his gaze around it and looking back at her. "and those juicy thighs, mmm making my mouth water. You parents better get back quick." He looked at Sonarika again and licked his lips quickly. "Or else they'll be stuck with the leftovers!" Nawaz and Sonarika laughed.
Sonarika came and sat next to him on the couch. Nawaz turned back to Sonarika.They shared a moment of smiling and silence together. Sonarika looked down at her thigh and saw Nawaz's long fingers wrapped around it. He took the saree between his fingers and stroked her thigh. She immediately began to feel lightheaded at the sensation surging through her body.
"This is a great material. It looks really familiar. Did you get this at the boutique in Bandra?" Nawaz asked her. Sonarika quickly snapped out of the hypnotic sensation of his touch.
"Oh yes, how did you know?" Sonarika was surprised.
"I pass by that way often for work. I've seen this dress in the window on a mannequin. I gotta be honest with you. I thought it was some sexy lingerie! But you wear it really well!" Nawaz gave his gentlemanly grin. Sonarika blushed and looked down at the dress.
"I guess I can see that. The chiffon can be really sheer and soft. I could probably sleep in this. I just loved the way it fit on me so I had to get it. I think I look really good in A-Line halter dresses." She rationalized. Nawaz listened to her intently but his attention wandered as he watched her gesticulate her toned arms, her breasts pronouncing itself.
"Why don't you stand up and model it for me." Nawaz suggested as Sonarika caught a kindling of lust in his eye. She stood up and smoothed her saree out, rearranging the cascading look of her brunette locks on her bare shoulders. Posing as if a photo was going to be taken, Sonarika stood in front of Nawaz with her chin out and tilted down, a hand on her hip, and shifted her weight to a leg with the other bent out. Nawaz grinned, "You're a natural." She giggled. He held a finger up and drew a circle in the air. Sonarika got signal and turned around, maintaining the pose. She glanced back over her shoulder.
Nawaz leaned forward in his seat and surveyed her open back as it came to an abrupt end right above her butt. "Well what do you think?" Sonarika asked. Nawaz bit his lip as he smiled and nodded in approval.
"Very nice. You've got a great toned back." Nawaz couldn't peel his eyes away from it. "You must've been working out lately."
"I have been. Since you made that gym, I was inspired to get into some exercise and yoga." Sonarika was proud to say. She noticed that Nawaz's gaze had been distracted beyond her and looked back in the direction. "Would you like a drink? Daddy keeps the bar stocked pretty well." She pointed to the modest bar behind her.
"I would, but you know I should probably make you one. Do you all have any Alize?" Nawaz asked as he walked past her.
"I think so. There," Sonarika pointed to the bottom shelf, "Check there." Nawaz looked closer but still couldn't find it. Sonarika came closer and pointed it out. Nawaz was surprised he missed it being so close. He waved to her to have a seat near by while he began to prepare her drink. He looked around, appeared to miss something. Across the room he saw the Cristal on the table next to the sofa. As he walked back to the bar, he noticed how proper Sonarika looked.
"Can't make it without this," Nawaz said as he walked back, gripping and waving the bottle of Cristal. Sonarika crossed her legs and tucked them under the chair, her hands in her lap, back erect, and her face looking up at Nawaz as he stood near her. Nawaz held the bottle in one hand below his belt while his other hand rubbed at the champagne cork. "I've heard that if you give the cork a good rub, it makes it easier to get it off." Sonarika watched him hold the bottle close and rub the cork, she felt the urge to get on her knees. "Mmhmm, yeah that's it," Nawaz whispered as he worked the cork, "almost there, just like that..." Sonarika leaned in, her gaze fixed on Nawaz working the cork over. He gripped hard and POP! Sonarika jumped in her chair and laughed at her surprise. Nawaz bellowed out in pleasure at her startling. "There we go!" Nawaz prepared the drink, mixing Alize with Cristal in equal parts, adding garnishes and pouring the liquid into the cocktail glasses. He handed Sonarika a glass and held his up.
"What should we toast to?" Sonarika asked.
"To our friendship." Nawaz toasted without missing a beat. They both took a generous sip and Nawaz registered Sonarika's wide eyes in surprise.
"Oh my god Nawaz, this is delicious. What is it?" Sonarika took another sip. "I can't get enough of it already." Nawaz laughed.
"I knew you'd like it. It's called Passion." He said, tinging his satisfaction of the name with her liking. Nawaz watched her take another sip and wrinkle her nose, smiling in enjoyment. "I got plenty more, you just tell me when." Sonarika downed the entire glass like a cavalier.
"I think I'm going to a need a nice tall glass Nawaz." She said, with eyes that said come-hither. Nawaz adjusted his belt and turned to the bar to make her another drink. He heard her stand up and come behind him. Sonarika, shorter than him put her hand on his chest, as high as she could reach. "Can I see how you prepare it?" He could tell she wanted to feel his pecs and he gladly obliged her.
"Here... why don't you try making it yourself. I'll guide you," Nawaz reached around her and pushed her waist in front of him. She could feel him from behind and feel his eyes looking down her dress. He grabbed her thin arm in his hand, she studied just how big his hand was, it was nearly the length of her forearm. "First you pour the Alize..." She picked up the bottle and let him direct her arm and hand to pour the drink. "Then you need to get the cherry." Sonarika bent down slightly to reach for the garnish compartments, flinching as she went down. She felt Nawaz on her back. OH GOD, that had to be his hand, she thought. But as she felt it graze upon her coming back up, she saw Nawaz's hands the bar. A warm rush came over her body and she struggled to continue making the drink.
Nawaz stepped back and Sonarika looked to see what had happen. His nose was in the air and a look of concern came over his face. "Is something burning?" Panic overcames Sonarika.
"The Patties!" She yelled, running into the kitchen. Smoke was pouring out of the oven, "We forgot to turn off the oven! Shit. Daddy is going to pissed." Nawaz came into the kitchen and began helping her clear the smoke out.
After finally ridding the house of the burnt smell, the pair sat in the kitchen nursing another drink. Sonarika's eyes were shining and her laughter was melodic. Nawaz's teeth shared their exuberance at the company and the two chatted on the bar stools as they heard the front door close. Her parents came to the kitchen and was greeted by the sight of their daughter and Nawaz smiling and laughing, just as he left them. "I see you two are still having a blast," Uncle smiled, "What did I miss?" He searched them for a replay.
Sonarika looked at Nawaz and laughed turning to her daddy as she squinted and smiled as if she were lightheaded with joy. "Oh Daddy." She said, "It was amazing and you missed it." She turned to Nawaz and gingerly patted his chest. "Nawaz shared his passion with me," Mr Bhadoria's face showed a strained horror, "and it was amazing. Daddy, oh it tasted it so good." Sonarika slapped Nawaz's chest, "I can't get enough of it!" Mr Bhadoria looked to Nawaz with contempt only to be met with Nawaz's satisfied smile.
"I can make you one if you'd like Uncle." Nawaz offered.
"Oh... um..." Mr Bhadoria stammered, grasping to comprehend everything.
"It ain't take no time. I'll get the Alize and Cristal and make one for you and aunty." Nawaz reassured him as he got up. Mr Bhadoria looked at his wife.
"Oh my god," Mr bhadoria whispered so as not to be overheard, "Sonarika, how many have you had while I was gone?!" Sonarika laughed out loud.
"Only two!" She cackled. "They're so strong!" Mr Bhadoria looked on at his delirious daughter as he felt a quiet breeze upon his back. Nawaz appeared behind him. Mr Bhadoria turned around and saw Nawaz holding two glasses. One for him and one for his wife.
He hoisted one towards Sonarika with a glint in his eye, "And here's another one for you. I know you're coming to love em'." Nawaz chuckled. Sonarika nodded her head in earnest as she took a sip from the fresh glass of Passion. Nawaz locked eye-contact with Sonarika and nodded towards the oven.
"Daddy, I have some bad news," Sonarika blurted out leaning into her father, "We just lost track of time and the patties ended up getting burnt. I know you and mom worked so hard on it. I'm sorry." Uncle looked down, trying to hide his disappointment. He felt Nawaz's heavy hand on his shoulder.
"It's alright Uncle." Nawaz consoled him. "I got some mutton steaks marinating that I could throw on the grill. I also have paneer and spinach. Why don't y'all come over to my place in a few while I get it fired up?" He looked to Uncle and then to his wife. Uncle let it mull over in his head and looked up toward Nawaz.
"Um, alright Nawaz, that sounds alright." Uncle said hesitantly and turned to his wife then back to Nawaz. "Is there anything we should bring?" Nawaz shook his head.
"No no, just bring yourselves and your daughter!" He slapped uncle on the back as he laughed. "I'll see you in a bit." Nawaz opened the Bhadoria's main door and disappeared into the night.
Mr Bhadoria looked to his wife with dismay. "I thought we were the ones who were hosting."
"Daddy, it's just dinner. Quit being a cry baby. I'm going to go freshen up before we head over." Sonarika said she retreated to her room.
---------------------------------------------------
Nawaz threw the bag of marinating mutton on his upper deck kitchencounter as his phone vibrated. Checking the notification, he pulled up the text message that disrupted his good buzz.
"Thank you for the save
" it read. Nawaz shook his head seeing it was from Sonarika. He didn't dignify it with a response and put the phone on the counter too. Resting for a moment, Nawaz seriously considered taking her tonight. Why not? If it happens, it happens. He lost track of time fantasizing when he heard a knock at his front door. He unbuttoned his shirt to be a little more casual as he entered the foyer and opened the door. The Bhadoria's stood, looking in meekly, still dressed as they were at their house.
"Come in, come in." Nawaz said cordially, stepping aside for them to enter. They walked in like innocent lambs purveying a foreign countryside. After a moment, their impressions registered.
"Nawaz, you've got a beautiful place! It's so spacious." Sonarika praised. Nawaz glazed over his thank you and looked towards Uncle, who still held the drink Nawaz made for him.
"Yeah Nawaz, it's huge. A lot bigger than ours." Uncle feigned interest.
"Thanks Uncle. I usually get that a lot." Nawaz examined Uncle's glass. "How's the drink?" Uncle looked down quizzically for the moment and took a sip.
"It's... great!" Uncle replied with a look of surprise. He hadn't drank it since Nawaz had made it and fully expected it to be terrible. Nawaz nodded his head in approval and he told them to go upstairs on the deck kitchen counter.
"So I forgot about turning the grill on. Do you mind if we let it warm up for a bit?" Nawaz pleaded with apology. Uncle and Aunty looked at each other and both shrugged with indifference. "Great! In the meantime though..." Nawaz trailed off as he admired Sonarika's figure and came up with a way to pass the time, "you know what's already hot?" The Bhadorias both shook their heads. "The hot tub! Why don't y'all slip in while I get the grill going?" Sonarika's eye lit up while Mr Bhadoria shifted uncomfortable.
"Ah we couldn't Nawaz. We don't have our bathing suits or anything you know, and- " Uncle apologized as Sonarika cut him off.
"We'd love to Nawaz. Mummy and I were talking about getting one for our place too and this would be great to try one out! Thanks so much!" Sonarika beamed. Nawaz's eyes were easy on her.
"But... but we don't have our bathing stuff beta." Uncle pleaded. Sonarika rolled her eyes and waved him off as she began to climb into the jacuzzi with her saree on. Nawaz perked up at the sight.
"Oh Mom and Dad. We don't need all that. Just strip down to your undies and jump in daddy. Mom follow him". Nawaz struggled to keep his gaze averted but couldn't help but take in the generous curves of Sonarika's body. Uncle looked down at his belt as he slowly undid it, dropping his pants. Nawaz looked over and made note of the pathetic white briefs on his pale legs. Nawaz shook his head in amusement and pointed to the door.
"Just take off the lid and enjoy. I'll be there in a moment." Nawaz directed them. The Bhadorias made their way to Nawaz's jacuzzi. Nawaz turned to massage the mutton a bit more before taking it out. As he came out, he saw Uncle and Aunty had already gotten in the hot tub but Sonarika was still standing near it. "What's the matter?" He asked.
"Oh...?" Sonarika turned and smiled to see Nawaz arrive. She looked at him doe-fully. "I can't get in because of the saree," She giggled. "Daddy couldn't pull me in. Could you help me up Nawaz?" Sonarika held her hand out. Nawaz put on his charm.
"Ah I'm so sorry there Sonarika. I didn't even think about having a step stool to get in. Usually I just take one stride and I'm in. Here let me help you." Nawaz apologizing and putting a hand Sonarika's back and another under her thighs. She let out a small squeal as he hoisted her up to the edge of the tub.
"Oh my god Nawaz. That gym is totally doing the trick." Sonarika elated. Nawaz shook his head in modesty.
"No. It's just old man strength." Nawaz offered, "Some things don't change." He gave her a toothy grin. She slipped into the tub and closed her eyes in comfort. "I'll join you guys shortly once I throw these muttons on the grill." Nawaz turned away and tended to the grill. Uncle leaned in towards his wife.
"Just a couple bites and we can go right?" He asked Mrs Bhadoria. Mrs Bhadoria casted an annoyed glance towards him. They heard the clank of metal on stone and Sonarika's glance shifted toward Nawaz. He had dropped his pants and was in the process of unbuttoning his shirt while facing the grill. She studied the muscle tone in Nawaz's legs as they went up to his tight green briefs. As his shirt came off, she marveled in the sinews of his ebony back and arms. No wonder he picked me up like a feather, she thought. Sonarika smiled to herself.
"Make way for me there folks. Comin' through." Nawaz signaled to uncle as he hoisted a leg over the tub to enter. Sonarika stirred from solace to see the front of Nawaz's briefs less than an arm's length from her face. Her eyes had no trouble focusing in the dark, zooming in on the lack of symmetry where his briefs struggled to contain his divine manhood. Uncle was spared the view of Nawaz's thick dick being restrained, extending to his hip, instead seeing the green briefs clinging to Nawaz's toned ass. "Sorry about the full moon there Uncle!" Nawaz chuckled as he settled in opposite to the couple and next to their daughter. Uncle didn't acknowledge the view. "Paneer, Spinach and Pineapples are done.
Mutton should be done in a little bit. I put it on a low flame so the flavors will cook up real good."
"I thought you're supposed to cook mutton a little dry. That's what I always heard." Uncle offered. Nawaz shook his head.
"No sir. Mutton's gotta be juicy." Nawaz corrected as he rested his arms on the jacuzzi arm rest, relaxing. "Trust me now... I know a thing or two about white meat." He felt a sensation on his thigh as Sonarika broke the silence.
"Is that right? Well Mr. Big-Shot, what do you know about white meat?" She casted some intrigue towards Nawaz as she touched on Nawaz's thigh. Nawaz strained his eyes during the silence to gather his thoughts, finding through the dimly lit water that she had provided the sensation. He licked his lips in preparation to enlighten.
"Well... first you got to know that white meat needs to marinate for a few days." Nawaz began, bringing his arms back into the water and pulling his hand out and gesturing towards Uncle. "Then you gotta feel..." Nawaz simulated touching the meat and turned to Sonarika, "if you feel that there's still some give, then you gotta let it set for few more hours."
"How do you know when it's done marinating?" Sonarika interrupted.
"Oh dear. You just know." Nawaz grinned as he reached over to Sonarika's upper thigh under the rolling water in the tub. "I know right away when that white meat is succulent. That's how you know it's gonna taste real good." Nawaz massaged at her thigh as he nodded his head and gave her thigh a tight squeeze. "Then when you give it a nice touch, that meat will just sweat its marinade. You feel me?" Sonarika closed her eyes and nodded emphatically. "I think that juicy white meat might be ready."
"I do smell it Nawaz. You might wanna go check it out." Uncle chimed in. "It smells delicious!" Nawaz broke his lite gaze on Sonarika and smiled towards Uncle as he started to rise up in the tub.
"It's gonna be delicious Uncle, just you wait!" Nawaz raved as he swung a leg over Sonarika. She looked up to see the green briefs soaks and clearly outlining Nawaz's gigantic cock. "Haven't met a person yet who refused my meat!" He said casually as Sonarika looked up towards him, realizing she had been caught in her admiration. She watched him stride over to the grill and doing a double take in failing to notice his green briefs, that now looked invisible all together wet and in the dark against his skin. The Bhadorias heard the clank of some tools and the shut of a lid and looked up to see Nawaz turn around. "Come get it y'all, it's ready."
Nawaz began to set the table up as the bhadoria's got out of the tub and rinsed off. The aroma was pervading from the grill and uncle could not contain his hunger. Nawaz poured him another stiff drink and pass the plate of pineapples and veggies towards him. "Eat up Uncle, don't be shy now." Nawaz laughed. Uncle and Aunty nodded their head in appreciation, chewing on the delicious eats before them as he gathered his words.
"Nawaz' you're too kind man. We really appreciate you doing this even though we were trying to host." Uncle chuckled as he licked his fingers. "I mean it was the least we could do." Nawaz shook his head humbly
"Ain't no thing Uncle" Nawaz clarified, "Y'all are good people. You don't got to do anything to show your thanks." Uncle smiled to Sonarika as Nawaz delivered the compliment. He saw Sonarika gaze toward Nawaz's bare chest while she licked her fingers clean, then turning to him.
"That won't do Nawaz." Sonarika chimed in, "My parents and I always show our gratitude for our friends," she looked to uncle and back to Nawaz, stroking her leg against his under the table, "There must be something we can do for you?" Nawaz closed his eyes and smirked.
"You know what, if y'all insist that much, just have me over for some coffee sometime." Nawaz offered. "I just appreciate y'all's company." He got up and took their plates and nodded over to the hot tub. "Why don't you get back in while I clean up." Uncle and Aunty stumbled as they got up and staggered to the jacuzzi. Nawaz hoisted Sonarika up and in and then climbed over himself. Nawaz had taken the plates inside.
Uncle slipped in and looked comfortable.
"I thought you were ready to go?" Mrs Bhadoria asked him.
"Well... I was. But the food was good and I'm feeling a little tipsy." Uncle smiled. "What about you?"
"I'm good. I'm ready whenever you are..." Mrs Bhadoria trailed off. The warm water circulated between the three, taking the place of the silence and peace that hung in the air. Uncle cozied up to Aunty and they both rested their heads and soaked. Sonarika heard the close of the screen door and looked back to see Nawaz had returned. He held her gaze as he approached and leaned on the tub.
"So how was it?" Nawaz smiled as he pointed to Uncle, who looked to be slumped back.
"Mmm... Nawaz it was delicious thank you so much." Sonarika whispered. "But I think someone had a little too good of a time." She nodded towards her daddy, who now looked clearly asleep. Nawaz laughed silently. "I think we might have to call it a night." She frowned apologetically as she shook her daddy awake. "Come on daddy, time to go home." Aunty slowed to pull him out and began walking to their apartment, not waiting for their daughter. Behind, Nawaz offered Sonarika an arm to hold as she got out of the tub. She sat on the edge and put her arm on Nawaz's wide shoulder as he scooped her other arm under her thighs to pick her up. He hoisted her up like a doll and she relished being held in his strong black arms. They lingered for a moment looking at each other before Nawaz put her down. Sonarika touched his chest gently and mouthed a silent thank you as she turn to walk back home. Nawaz couldn't resist the glow of her sexy wet body in the night.
"You have a good night." Nawaz called out as he continued to dine on the sight of Sonarika's golden figure as it slipped into the darkness.
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He went back inside feeling the softness of her ass still in hand, thinking how he could have just given it a nice squeeze right there at the end to make things more interesting. He had a decent amount to drink as well and decided to sober up with a shower before bed. Under the hot water, Nawaz ruminated on the evening's events, having hoped for a better outcome. He couldn't believe how easy it was to pick Sonarika up, despite her being so stacked. As he got out of the shower, he heard a cell phone ringing downstairs. Making his way down to the first floor, he nearly slipped on his own trail of dripping water from his body. The ring did not sound familiar and he was certain it wasn't his phone. Scanning his living room, he found a pair of pants on the floor behind the coffee table. It was Uncle's trousers next to that pink tie. Nawaz shook his head at the forgetful neighbor. Nawaz checked the phone and saw the missed call was from Sonarika. He searched around the coffee table to find her hand bag about as well. The smell of her perfume was still strong on it, Nawaz's big nostrils verified it. As he pulled it away from his nose, Nawaz saw himself get a bit hard at the smell, standing there naked in his living room. He looked at Uncle's cell phone and returned the missed call while stroking his cock with Sonarika's thought in mind. It rang for a few seconds...
"Hello?" Sonarika answered.
"Hey baby." Nawaz playfully replied. He sensed some hesitation on the other side.
"Oh...mmm- hi sweetie. How are you calling me when my daddy is laying right next to my room asleep?" Sonarika played along. Nawaz bit his lip smiling at her getting in on it.
"I must've just slept-dialed you by accident from my dream phone babe." Nawaz attempted to keep from laughing while imitating uncle's proper speech. "I just called to ask if you would go get my phone from Nawaz's place. I think I might have left it there." There was another silence on the line.
"Mmm... are you sure it can't wait until tomorrow dear? It's just that it's already late and I'd hate to disturb Nawaz so late." Sonarika made the excuse.
"Oh I'm sure you won't be disturbing him darling." Nawaz reassured her as Mr Bhadoria. "I bet he's still up thinking about the great evening he had with us."
"You really think so?" Sonarika asked him... fishing for Nawaz's true thoughts.
"Absolutely honey. Just come- just go on over. I'm sure he'll be happy to see ya." Nawaz laid on the suggestion thickly. "Don't worry about me, I'm just going to be sleep over here." Sonarika hesitated again.
"Okay daddy, I will go over and be right back." She resolved and hung up.
Nawaz dashed up the stairs to his bedroom and cinched on his silk pajama bottoms. He looked in the mirror and decided to go shirtless. While he was no longer an Adonis in age, he was still very well built. It wasn't long until he heard a knocking downstairs. Rushing back down, he saw a figure in the screen door. Still in her sexy saree, Sonarika knocked again as he saw her waving to be let in. Nawaz saw her gaze at his core as he pulled the door back for her to enter.
"Wow...," Sonarika trailed off before regaining her composure after admiring Nawaz's chest, "I didn't think you would still be awake. What with the way we were all drinking, I was about to pass out too but you called back."
"Nah, I feel pretty good right now. I just took a shower so that woke me up a little bit." Nawaz explained. He kept noticing her eye-contact fleeting back and forth between his eyes and body.
"Oh a shower. That's a good idea. I should have done that." Sonarika said as she broke her gaze from him and looked around the house. "I completely forgot about my hand bag here. I'm so sorry for inconveniencing you Nawaz." Nawaz watched her attention flutter from object to object in the living room, his own sight set on the way her sexy wet saree hung on her breasts and ass.
"No inconvenience at all dear." Nawaz said as he carefully traced the panty lines under her saree. Sonarika turned quickly and Nawaz shifted his gaze up instantly. "Listen, would you like something to drink? Maybe a night cap?"
She smiled at the act of having caught Nawaz staring at her. "And sure, I would love something to drink. Do you have coffee?"
"I just might," Nawaz replied as he looked to be thinking to himself, "Let me go check alright? Why don't you have a seat and make yourself comfortable." He pointed to the sofa and made his way to the kitchen. Nawaz began searching his cupboards for any warm beverage drink but only came up with some old coffee. A bit of desperation overcame him.
"Hey Nawaz! It's alright if you don't have any. Don't worry about it!" Sonarika yelled out to him from the living room. Nawaz's worry deepened at her call-out and he frantically thought for a few moments. In the living room, Sonarika sat on the edge of the sofa, primming and fixing her wet saree to look appropriate. She tussled her hair and applied her lip gloss in the glass of Nawaz's coffee table.
"How about mocha?" Nawaz yelled out from the kitchen. "Is that alright?" Sonarika perked up and straightened her back at the sound of his barking voice.
"Yes that sounds great!" Sonarika replied back to him. She waiting a while longer, wondering what was taking so long. Drifting into her own appearance, Sonarika made small adjustments to her attire. She pulled her saree up to show a little more leg. She opened the chest a tad bit to show more cleavage. As she looked down to ensure everything looked alluring at breast level, she saw Nawaz emerge from the kitchen.
"Sorry it so long Sonarika. I'm not the best coffee maker." Nawaz apologized for the delay as he walked towards her with a steaming mug in his hand. She looked up to him just as he stopped to stand in front of her.
"It's quite okay Nawaz." Sonarika smiled as her eyes met the outline of Nawaz's cock directly in her sight. She looked up to see the sole mug. "You didn't make any for yourself?" Nawaz gave her an easy, toothy grin.
"Oh yeah. This one is mine." Nawaz clarified as he untied the drawstring on his pajamas, causing them to slip to the floor, unveiling his giant black cock in Sonarika's face. She gasped at the sight of it. "I got your Super Venti Mocha right here." Sonarika continued to look at it in amazement. The sheer thickness of it. She looked up to him and Nawaz gave her a nod. "Go ahead. Have a taste. I know you like it." Sonarika gazed at Nawaz's thick ebony thighs and reluctantly smoothed her saree.
She moved in closer to the behemoth in front of her. It's veins and ridges twisted and glistened in her eyes and her mouth watered instantly at the sight of it. Nawaz did not hesitate as he put his fingers between her auburn hair and gently pushed her towards him. He felt her resist a little, knowing full well she was still in awe of his pride and glory. Sonarika opened her mouth ever-so-slightly and Nawaz tilted his back awaiting the warmth of her little pink lips. "That's right, go on." She closed her eyes and gave it a lick, instantly hearing Nawaz's satisfaction. "There ya go. That's it..." He trailed off.
Sonarika held him by his thighs, feeling the toned, hard skin between her fingers, he was sturdy. Nawaz looked down to see her struggled to put the tip in her mouth and gave a thrust, plunging it in watering mouth. She might have been tired, he thought, but she sure as hell sucked like a twenty-something. Sonarika licked and popped his cock vigorously, occasionally looking up to see Nawaz's delight. She was met with his toothy, lustful grin. "Mmmmm..." She made audible her enjoyment as well. He asked her if she liked it. "Mmmmmm-hmmmm," Sonarika replied as she continued slathering it with her saliva. She pulled it out, seeing the wetness of her mouth drip off of it. "I've never had anything like it." She said as she looked up to him. He rested it on her face.
"Good. But don't leave out the boys now." The length of his cock overshot her face as she went underneath it, licked and sucking his big, smooth, black balls. Nawaz took the opportunity to stroke himself as she feasted on his jewels, giving them the star treatment she gave his cock. As it grew in size, so did his desire to ravage the sexy white pussy in front of him. Sonarika buried her face in his balls and gave long lick back up his shaft and put the head back in her mouth, taking it her own hand. She was blown away by not being able to wrap her fingers around it. By now, his entire dick was shining in the light by her doing.
Nawaz pulled it away from her and told her to get on her knees. Sonarika did as she was told and found herself sitting neatly on her legs, in front of Nawaz's spread eagle with his swinging hard-on, dripping from her spit. She didn't have to raise her self as Nawaz hung so low that she could just open her mouth and take him easily. Nawaz put his hands on his waist and let Sonarika enjoy herself. At first she struggled to control it with her mouth alone, giving up and putting her hand on it again.
Except one hand wasn't enough, she employed the use of both hands and could feel the effect on Nawaz as she milked his chocolate cock into her mouth. "Oh yeah, that's it right there girl..." Nawaz let out as he put his fingers through her hair again, "...work it real good now." Sonarika blissfully bobbed on his big black dong, feeling it grow with her every pull. Nawaz looked down to see her eyes closed and mouth drenched from the deed. He couldn't take it much longer and pulled away from her. "Get on the couch." He ordered her.
Nawa removed her wet saree by now. Sonarika did as she was told, getting on all fours on the couch facing him. Nawaz stood in front of her mouth again and told her to get to work again. Sonarika didn't need to be told twice and continued with her tasting. She could feel his eyes on her and it turned her something vicious on his cock. A feeling on her back startled her, but it was Nawaz's hand, liberally exploring her little white body. The size of their bodies were so vast, she could feel his hand wandering down her to her butt. The coolness of the room rushed on her bare behind as he pulled her ass cheeks towards him, not straining to reach. She could feel his finger exploring between her plentiful cheeks. Nawaz's thick finger grazed her ass hole and she puckered her lips tighter around his cock.
"Looks like I'm not the only one that's excited." Nawaz chuckled in his raspy voice as he dug his finger between her pussy from behind. Sonarika, with her mouth full, nodded and licked away. She felt his finger release its grip and wrap around her waist. "Hold on now..." Nawaz warned her, instantly lifting her up and turning her around and upside down while she kept sucking. Sonarika's thighs rested on his shoulders and she could feel Nawaz's breath between her legs and on her pussy. "We never did get to dessert did we?" Nawaz asserted as he dove in on her velvet pink pussy. Sonarika's back straightened at the sensation and Nawaz could feel her flinch on his cock.
Nawaz went to work expertly on her pussy, licking and sucking her lips... she had never been eaten out like this. Sonarika, overwhelmed by the skill and arousal, couldn't keep Nawaz in her mouth, letting him out. He dined and devoured at her while she rested her head against his monster cock, pitifully attempting to lick it while he enjoyed himself. She could feel tits against him as Nawaz's arms clenched at her waist, holding her close. She felt weightless and euphoric, wrapping her legs around his head and barely holding his tight ass in her small hands. "Oh my god Nawaz... oh my god." She finally managed to say.
Nawaz pulled back and admired the red, red pussy and the work he had put in. It was puffy and ready for him, he didn't even need to ask. He flipped her back up-right without warning, like a doll in his hands. Sonarika struggled to stand, regaining her balance as she leaned up against the naked mandingo. "You're delicious..." Nawaz told her as he pulled at her hair gently, pulling her head back to look at him. She had a dazed look on her face, in disbelief of what was happening. "Why don't you have taste?" Nawaz tilted his head down to kiss her as he pulled her head up slightly. Sonarika took to her toes to reach his lips barely as he forced his tongue down her mouth. She felt his big black lips engulf hers and soon felt Nawaz's hands on her ass, groping and squeezing her cheeks apart. She kissed deeper at the touch and Nawaz lifted her up by holding her butt alone. Sonarika could feel Nawaz's dick between her legs, grazing her pussy as he held her up inches from the ground. Their lips unlocked for a moment and it was the only opportunity for Sonarika to get a word in.
"Fuck me please." She said, exasperated with pleasure already. "Please fuck me Nawaz."Sonarika looked up toward Nawaz while she stroked him, with a hand on his chest. "Fuck me with your beautiful black cock. Please," She kissed his chest, "Please, please, please." Sonarika pleaded. She continued to gaze at him, only to see him toss his head back in a laugh. His deep chuckle sent shivers down her.
"You think you can handle this after a three months break?" Nawaz asked as he nodded toward his cock, "This ain't no toy." He clarified, his speech slipping into a cadence reserved generally for his friends. Sonarika gingerly stroked it, looked up, and nodded biting her lip.
"Please Nawaz. I have to have it inside of me..." Sonarika gazed at her source of pleasure. Nawaz caressed her ass under her panties, licking his lips and nodding in approval.
"Alright... alright," He thought for a moment as he admired her white skin. "I tell you what. You show me how bad you want it." Nawaz pushed her slightly away from him. "Go ahead, show me." Sonarika bit her lip again with an electric gaze and turned her back on him, stepping towards his couch. She untied her bra and removed her panties and let it fall to the ground, revealing her apple shaped ass and tiny waist. Her brown hair cascaded on her shoulders as she looked back towards him and bending over the couch.
"Nawaz, fuck me with your big black cock." She spread her legs further apart, her plump red pussy presenting itself for Nawaz's taking. "I need it inside me. I've wanted it since I saw you get into the hot tub." Nawaz moved in to feel her pussy on his fingers. It was delectably moist and his eyes eased at the touch of it. He licked his lips again and nodded as he stroked his cock harder.
"Very good." Nawaz's gap-toothed grin presented itself again, in a sleazy manner not apparent to Sonarika. He petted her pussy and put his middle finger in, feeling Sonarika flinch again. "Now tell me you want this chocolate dick in you." He waited as Sonarika recovered from his finger exploring.
"Mmm..." Sonarika attempted to keep her cool but couldn't resist him in her already. "Yes! God... I want your sweet chocolate dick so bad in me. Please fill me up with it." Nawaz pulled his finger out of her and opened her ass for his search. He held himself up against her pussy and could feel her squirming already. His bulbous cock head parted her pussy lips as he teased her with his entry. Sonarika tried to push herself upon it but Nawaz held her ass open firmly.
"Why don't you lay round right here on the couch." Sonarika did as she was told. "Spread those little legs open!" Nawaz barked. Sonarika immediately lifted her legs open, resting a foot on the floor and the other on the couch. Nawaz stepped in between them, throwing his own leg over hers and planting it firmly on the couch while his other leg cross hers on the floor. He imposed over her and noticed her staring at his dangling giant cock over her. Nawaz lowered himself down and took his dick in his hand, slapping her pussy with it. Sonarika continued to look on in astonishment at it. He rested it on her pelvis as its tip reached her navel and his balls hung over her pussy. "You wanna be my little sexy slut neighbor?" Sonarika was preoccupied at the sight of his gigantic pendulum swinging above her pussy, signaling the impending havoc of pleasure to come, and she did not answer. Nawaz took her chin in his hand and nudged it up to face him. "You gonna be my little sexy slut?"
Sonarika whimpered and nodded as she felt Nawaz lower himself on her, intently gazing upon him as she felt the tip of his cock touch her pussy. A wave of electricity surged through her at the graze. He let go of her face and looked down with his chocolate cock in his hand. She saw him hold it straight, pointing it and rubbing in on her muff. Sonarika looked up to see Nawaz grinning and licking his lips. Enough teasing... fuck me already, she thought as she squeezed her breasts and let them lay on her chest. She closed her eyes and felt Nawaz pushing his cock head into her... she drew a sharp breath, feeling her self already stretching like a virgin. Sonarika tossed her head back in blissful agony as Nawaz began to enter. "Nawaz... Nawaz...," she put a hand on his chest, "Oh Nawaz, slowly... please... oh god... OH MY..."
Nawaz looked down to see merely half the tip of his cock disappear into her. As he pushed further, he bared witness to her clenching the sofa, writhing in an agonizing joy. A rush of testosterone overcame him as he grabbed her by her tiny waist and pulled it towards him. Sonarika wailed out. Nawaz whistled low, "There ya go baby, nice and slow for ya." Plunging deeper into her, Sonarika looked to see how much of Nawaz she had taken and only accounted for his cock head missing inside of her. Her eyes rolled back and she could only hear Nawaz's chuckle. She felt his leathery fingers run along her chest, grabbing and squeezing her tits as he wanted. Nawaz spit down on her pussy even though it couldn't possibly get wetter. He was a blacksmith, forging his iron rod in her fiery crucible, striking it until was drawn out. Sonarika felt him come to a stop and a hand on her clit, giving it a rub. "Looks we've reached the end of the line. Bottomed out." Nawaz rested his pipe in her and Sonarika relished in feeling completely filled up for the first time ever after three months. Nawaz leaned over and surprised her lips with his, locking in a lustful dance. Instead of pumping the petite pussy, he gyrated while they kissed, eliciting small moans from Sonarika.
She felt him tear away from her kiss and Sonarika took to tasting his ebony skin. It smelled and tasted like cocoa butter. Subdued by the scent, she came to her senses when she felt him pull himself out slowly. She could already feel the void left from his dick, but it quickly replaced as Nawaz thrust it back in. Sonarika let out a small cry, "Yes Nawaz... oh my gosh! Fill me up with that black cock, please don't stop...yes... oh yes." With each pump, Nawaz could see her white smile grow wider and her hair matting to her glistening forehead. The sight of her pleasure drove Nawaz crazy and he began to pound harder at her pussy. Sonarika moaned and scream with delight. "OH GOD, YES YES... Oh my god. Nawaz. God." He felt like a god as he ravaged her little white cunt. "Oh my god... oh my, oh my god Nawaz , I'm going to cum... I'm gonna cum... oh my god... oh... oh...
Sonarika began to go silent as she took a deep breath, temporarily holding it. Nawaz instantly took the cue and grabbed her by the waist, and instead of thrusting into her, pulled and pushed her torso against his giant tool like a play toy. Sonarika's back arched as she let out a scream, clenching the couch, "I'M CUMMING. OH GODDDDDD. GOD GOD GOD, FUCK YES." Nawaz moved her torso in a circular motion on him as he slowed down and pulled himself out. He stood in front of her, still completely stiff, finding her thigh twitching with a dazed look. A large wet spot showed on the couch, containing a small pool of white cream streaming from Sonarika's ravaged pussy down to her ass and finally to the couch.
The clouds were gray and a drizzle had taken over the day since the morning. Sonarika mopped around the house in her pajamas and watched day-time television. What a bore! There was always work to be done around the house but it just wouldn't hold her attention. She parked herself in front of the TV and flipped the channels.
Zoning out on the 500+ channels of cable changing, it took a moment for her to register the sound of beeping coming from outside. A noise out of the norm amongst the drizzle, she had to investigate. Looking through the eye hole of the main door, she could see a sign Jay's Pools and Spas was etched on to the side of the T-shirt the two men were wearing. Sonarika racked her brain for a moment. She waited for a moment, anticipating a knock at the door, but there was no sound.
She heard sounds from upstairs and went to the attached balcony of her bedroom.
Two men were hoisting what appeared to be a jacuzzi on to Nawaz's deck. The drizzle obstructed the view, but she could see that Nawaz was in his bicycle shorts showing the men where to place the hot-tub. He looked like a coach guiding some players. The guys from Jay's followed his directions expertly and installed the jacuzzi in no-time. Sonarika had resumed watching her favorite talk-show.
Next door, Nawaz escorted the two men out of his apartment and said his thank you. Near the door he saw a parcel package was delivered. He found it strange that he hadn't ordered anything.
He took the package inside and closed the door.
It felt much lighter than he expected as he examined the box. The tape had been slightly ripped and did a poor job in keeping the box closed. Nawaz sifted through the packing and pulled out a box that put him in mild surprise. He held it as if it was familiar but also very strange. The box art displayed a very sexy Victoria's secret model. Nawaz let out a chuckle and shook his head in disbelief. This has to be a joke, he thought as he laughed silently to himself putting the sexy bikini back into the box it was shipped in. He carefully taped it back up to be returned, realizing that he hadn't looked at the shipping label.
It was addressed to another address, the mailman must've got the wrong house. Nawaz noticed that it belonged next door. He licked his lips as he saw that it was addressed to a certain S. Bhadoria. Nawaz didn't waste any time and wanted to correct this postal error. He threw on some sandals and went next door with the box. After knocking for what seemed like an eternity, Nawaz turned to return home. He noticed there wasn't a car in the driveway so it was likely no-body was home. However, as he took a step, the door opened and he turned around.
Reluctantly opening the door was Sonarika. She peered out and recognized Nawaz instantly. "Oh, hey Nawaz. How's it going?" She smiled, pleased to see him.
Nawaz blanked out for a split moment as he glanced over his neighbor. Barefoot with her pink and white toes, Sonarika's legs displayed her magnificent tan as her velour shorts held on to her like a second skin. Her spaghetti strap tank top appeared comfortable as it dipped below the middle of her chest. Nawaz noticed how the slight breeze outside introduced him to her perky sexy nipples. "It's going real good Sonarika. Just enjoying this lazy day. From the looks of it, you are too."
Sonarika nodded and brought her arms up to fix her hair into a pony tail. Nawaz couldn't tear away his gaze from the way her tits struggled to resist the pull of the garment. "Oh yeah, I probably look a mess. I'm sorry Nawaz." She saw that he was holding a box and he instantly saw that she noticed the reason for his visit.
"No dear, you look just fine." Nawaz smiled. He held the box out to her, "I think the package was left at the wrong house. I saw the label and it was your address, so I thought I'd return it." Sonarika had a look of confusion on her face.
"Hmm, you know... I'm not sure if Vikas was waiting for something or not. Or might be daddy's. I'll hold on to it either way." Nawaz handed her the box and she wrapped her arms around it. A moment silence made for a slight awkwardness between the two as their business was done.
"Oh! I'm sorry about the noise earlier, in the lobby." Nawaz blurted out. "I didn't think it would take too long, but I'm sorry if it caused you any inconvenience." He noted Sonarika's confused expression.
"I'm having a jacuzzi put in on my deck and the boys thought it would be great if they finished the setup today." Nawaz explained. "I probably shoulda asked if it would've been okay."
"It's quite alright Nawaz." Sonarika waving it off with her arm. Nawaz caught the jiggle in her freely covered breasts.
"Well I sure am glad that it wasn't. But I still feel bad about it." He said, trailing off apologetically. Sonarika caught some of his genuine, simple remorse.
"Oh don't feel bad," She frowned slightly and smile, "Now you'll just have to let me and Vikas come use it!" Sonarika laughed. Nawaz smiled at the suggestion. "Speaking of projects, how is that gym coming along?" Nawaz's smile subsided a bit.
"It's a work in slow progress. I was having a lazy afternoon too, after I got my business work done. Didn't feel like doing nothing after." He gave a small laugh. "I'd better get to it if I want to finish it soon." Nawaz turned to leave and Sonarika noticed the missing pep in his step.
"That sounds good. Listen, I could put on a pot of coffee if you'd like," Sonarika pointed towards her kitchen. Nawaz stood and looked in as Sonarika put the box down on the chair. Her ass cheeks peeked out towards Nawaz as he read the "SEXY" printed on her shorts. "I'll make it black and strong, it'll wake you up something fierce." She smiled big.
Nawaz's thoughts instantly went back to their earlier sex sessions, he hadn't had sex with her for almost three months now. He grinned widely at her gesture. "I appreciate the offer. But I think I'll be alright. I generally don't drink coffee this late into the afternoon." Sonarika continued to smile and shrugged her shoulders as if to say, oh well, your loss, in a friendly way. "Maybe I'll take a rain-check though if that's okay with you?" Nawaz asked.
"Of course Nawaz. Anytime." Sonarika nodded enthusiastically.
"Great," Nawaz smiled, "I look forward to it." He started to walk into his apartment and turned to her while she stood at the door. "I'll have you know I do like a little creamer!" He barked out to her.
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Next day, Vikas declared that he was going to a 20 day long trip to North India with his friends. His exams were over and finally he had a bit of time on his hands. His parents agreed to send him believing it was a well deserved break. Vikas asked about the noise which was coming from the lobby yesterday.
Sonarika told her it was at Nawaz's place.
"Is that right?" Vikas asked her in a matter-of-fact tone. "When did you all chat yesterday?"
"Hmm...," Sonarika thought out loud for a moment. "Oh it was some time in the afternoon. The Amazon guy delivered our parcel to his place by accident and he was kind enough to bring it over." Some relief appeared on Vikas's face. Sonarika continued, "Did you know he had a jacuzzi put in on his deck?."
"He's a rich Bollywood actor beta". Her mother says from behind.
Sonarika put a hand on her mother's shoulder. "You know how bad I've wanted a hot-tub all these years." Vikas exhaled slowly and looked around the kitchen. He gestures to her that they don't have space.
Vikas packed his bags and said his good bye to his parents and sister. He was off to his 20 day trip. Her parents were going to drop him at the airport and on their way back home they decided to pick up all the things necessary for dinner tomorrow night.
As they exited the door, Nawaz called Mr Bhadoria out loudly. "Uncle ek help chahiye"
"Uh- um-, alright Nawaz. What's up?" Mr Bhadoria said, awkwardly. Nawaz contorted his face at the question and brushed it off with a smile.
"Well I just had a question about the water system set up. See I got this jacuzzi yesterday from Jay's but I'm not sure if I got the connections right. I know you lived here from many years and wondered if you could help me set it up later today." Nawaz explained. A wave of relief came over Vikas's face. Nawaz smiled at the sight.
"Ah, yeah that can be a tricky thing because you want to have the right pressure. I have to get to the airport right now to drop vikas, but I will swing by later and I can show you the set-up." Mr Bhadoria said confidently. Nawaz smiled a big genuine grin and offer his hand for a shake. Mr Bhadoria looked at the gigantic palm and let go of his confidence as he put his hand in Nawaz's. He watched Nawaz strut back to his home.
The day wore on for Mr Bhadoria but he looked forward to the quality time with his family that afternoon. He dropped his son at the airport. By the end of the work, though he was exhausted, he felt accomplished. He went to the market and bought some of the fixings for the grill that Sonarika requested and made his way home. Upon arriving at home, he found his wife preparing the burgers over the sink, looking out the window. Mr Bhadoria stepped in from behind and gave her a hug, she laughed.
"You're back! Did you get the stuff from the store?" Mrs Bhadoria asked.
"I did, everything you asked for you." He replied
"He told me about the jacuzzi and asked for some help before I left this morning. I figured I'd head over and we work on it." Mr Bhadoria said nonchalantly. Mrs Bhadoria looked at him carefully.
"Well it's that nice of you. Alright, well go ahead, I'll take care of the rest of the food prep." She told her husband. "He's been working pretty hard all afternoon, I'm sure he'll really appreciate your help." The thought of his wife watching Nawaz all afternoon dampened his spirits slightly.
Mr Bhadoria went to his apartment as Nawaz had just finished doing a set of pushups. Mr Bhadoria asked him "Do you have beer?"
Nawaz was surprised by the question but smiled at him.
"I really shouldn't after a workout, but why the hell not. You gonna have one with me?" Nawaz offered jovially. Mr Bhadoria nodded in agreement.
"I'd love to," Mr Bhadoria accepted looking around, "Hold on, I'll go get an opener." As he turned to go home to retrieve one, he heard the turning cap open.
"Don't worry about it uncle. Here give me yours." Nawaz said accepting Mr Bhadoria's bottle and opening the cap with his hands. Mr Bhadoria shared an inaudible thanks. Nawaz pulled out the instruction manual for the jacuzzi and handed it to him. "So... where do we start?" Mr Bhadoria poured over the manual for a moment in silence and began directing Nawaz on which pieces needed to be connected. Mr Bhadoria realized this was the longest amount of time he had spent with his neighbor so far. The notion had also dawned on Nawaz as they worked together.
"I really appreciate the help Uncle." Nawaz said as he worked on tightening a nut on to a connector. "You and your kids have been great to me while the other neighbor's haven't really said anything. Is that normal around here?" Mr Bhadoria took a moment wandering his thoughts about what Nawaz mean about him and his kids being great to him. He snapped out of it quickly.
Nawaz began to laugh as he held up his bottle. Mr Bhadoria caught the infectious buzzed laugh and shook his head in approval. They clinked their bottles again in agreement of the deal. Nawaz turned on a valve from the wall connected to the jacuzzi and it began filling up. He let out a howl and thanked Mr Bhadoria for all his help.
Strangely, Mr Bhadoria didn't feel like leaving even though the work was done. Though he was a little drunk, he could feel the warmth of his neighbor and appreciated the time they had spent working together. Nawaz began putting his tools away and Uncle's memory was jogged. He had to start getting the grill ready and said his farewell to Nawaz. "Thanks again Uncle." Nawaz stopped and stood in front of Uncle, giving him his full attention. "I really appreciate it." Mr Bhadoria was unaccustomed to his neighbor's exuberant amicability and awkwardly thanked Nawaz back.
In her bedrooms balcony, Sonarika started to place the patties on the grill and looked up, to see Nawaz emerge to his balcony upstairs. He was in what looked to be a silk robe.
Nawaz stepped out and smelled the fresh patties getting their cookout under the way. Sonarika standing in the balcony with her big sunglasses. She looked in his direction and waved. Nawaz smiled wide enough for her to see his cordiality and twisted off the cap from a bottle. He raised the bottle to her and nodded.
Nawaz, behind some shades of his own, could feel that there was an attention on him. The smooth silk on his body felt cool. After that first good workout in a long time, he knew that he had to take measures to recover. He admittedly thought, couldn't keep his eyes off his neighbors. Sonarika was pretending to be absorbed in her grill work, and Nawaz could tell Sonarika was occasionally looking in his direction while she prepared the burgers. The sun was shining just right as it fell behind Sonarika, and Nawaz could make out her tight figure's shadow through the sun dress. There was a nice gap between her thick thighs. Above, the dress had cut generously low, revealing cleavage only moderately held together. Nawaz struggled not to stroke his cock right there.
Sonarika noticed Nawaz was looking at her, two can play at this game. She made sure to cut the rest of the tomatoes with her arms brought in, show that she could present her own ripe melons to the on-looker from a distance. Once she was done, she sat and sipped her lemonade. She looked up and saw the tight robe knot around Nawaz's waist and the way the end of the robe slightly flared at his thighs. He was standing as she admired him, he took a drink from the bottle and held it to his side. With his free hand, the removed the top of the jacuzzi and tested the water with a finger. He appeared to nod to himself in approval. Sonarika continued to look him up and down, finding the sight appetizing. Nawaz turned to the side and began to undo his robe knot, Sonarika's eyes focused closer. He slipped off one side revealing his dark physique in full, taking the beer in his now disrobed arm. He let the rest of the robe fall and turned back to face Sonarika and the jacuzzi. Sonarika's pussy blushed and rushed to wetness.
She tilted her head slightly forward and did not strain to see Nawaz's giant black cock swinging freely. Like a giant pendulum itself marking the slow passage of time that she feasted upon view of it. A warm sensation of lust overcame her body as she watched him prepare to get in the jacuzzi. He held the bottle near his groin and she could see how it was dwarfed by his soft monster cock. It curved slightly and swung gently with his movements. His balls were big and hung loosely. Oh my god, Sonarika thought. Nawaz put a leg up into the jacuzzi and his cock jiggled side to side pointing briefly at Sonarika. His ass looked bullet-proof and very well toned. I could never get my hands around that again like I used to. She thought
Her mother called her from the kitchen
Sonarika snapped out of it and looked at the plate.
She looked back up in the direction of Nawaz's jacuzzi. "This pattie looks great mummy," She looked at the kitchen through the sunglasses and looked back at Nawaz. "I can't wait to taste it."
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The next day, Mr Bhadoria left for work early as he had to return early. Sonarika also had an audition for a TV show. She was having butterflies in her stomach, she got ready quickly and left for the audition.
Later that day...
A car pulled into the the building parking. The door opened and a high-heeled leg stepped out, its owner heaving herself out of the car. Sonarika had finally escaped from the audition. Her hair was in a frizz and her bloused was unbuttoned. The tight black pencil skirt had ridden up and she grabbed a handful, straightening it out. As she reached for her bag in the backseat, she felt the unfamiliar sound of a rip. Feeling the back of her skirt, the day got a little worse as she felt it.
Once she got inside, Sonarika kicked off her heels and threw her suit jacket on the couch. She felt a wave of relief come over her. Standing there in the living room for a moment, two thoughts dawned on her. The first was the absence of boxes mean her little brother was gone. She felt sad for a moment but it quickly subsided as she realized the other thing. She was finally alone and had time for herself. The past few days were very hectic. Now it was quiet and a woman could have peace. She closed the door of her bedroom from inside so that her mother won't disturb her.
Sonarika sat and took off her hosiery, tossing it aside. Her feet felt assaulted by the heels that she did not wear often. A bath sounded really good. She went into the bathroom and turned the faucet on to the shower and added some stress-relieving bubble soap. As the bath ran, she returned to the bedroom and stood in front of the mirror. Grabbing her breasts and smoothing her hands down her body, Sonarika took off her blouse and skirt. She stood there in her black lingerie, turning and admiring her own ass in the black thong. Reaching around, she undid her bra and her breasts assumed their natural tear-drop shape. She liked what she saw but something was off. She turned to the side and continued to look at her deflated self. She caught notice of her tired posture. It looked defeated. Not bearing to look at it longer, she turned around and opened her closet. She eyed her running shoes.
Next door Nawaz was working on expanding the fleet in his balcony outdoor gym.The work had wore him thin as he was having a drink had his sleeves rolled up trying to encourage himself to stay focused. He was ready to call it a day.
He took a big sip of the beer and talked to himself, "Badhiya lag raha hai gym setup"
"Mmmmmhmmmm. Very nice Nawaz. Very nice." Sonarika said. Nawaz turned to the strange tone of the 'mmhmm'. He looked down where he saw Sonarika had wandered into her balcony.
The tight spandex shorts and nike sports bra couldn't be mistaken. By now he couldn't confuse Sonarika's fine, slim calves and thick ass thighs. He watched her get into some stretches and admired the limber image.
Nawaz agreed as Sonarika reached for her toes, exposing her ass cheeks in the balcony. "When I built the gym, I told you and your brother could come over and use it any time." Nawaz let out a whistle as Sonarika pushed her chest out for a stretch.
Sonarika looked at him in a seductive way and signalled him to open his main door. Nawaz rushed downstairs to his main door. Sonarika told her mom that she was going to Nawaz's house to check his new gym. She told her she'll be back in 15 mins. Nawaz opened the door and he was standing there.
Nawaz was mesmerized by the view in front of him. Her big busty boobs in those nike sports bra were looking so inviting, he checked out her sexy long legs and the curves around her ass supported by her tight spandex nike shorts. His dick was hard again. He invited her in and closed the door.
Nawaz stepped aside and asked Sonarika to walk ahead of him. As she was climbing up the stairs, she was wiggling her ass on purpose. Nawaz was lazer focused on her big jiggling ass as she walked. She knew his eyes were on her big sexy rump.
They reached the balcony and she thought
"Wow, he fixes up really well. She admired his sinewy forearms as they held up his rolled sleeves. Nawaz had his everyday gentleman smile on as he approached her. "Hey! I hope you don't mind me taking you up on the gym offer?" Sonarika pointed at the out-door gym.
"Not at all! Glad to see it be put to good use." Nawaz squinted as he looked at her.
Sonarika looked at the equipment and showed some confusion. "I haven't been able to make good sense of how to use some of this stuff."
Sonarika brought her arms in closer to her as Nawaz walked around her. She could smell a faint whiff of alcohol as he stood next to Nawaz.
"There's some big weights you have here" she said looking at the weights around
"Yea, weights ain't the only thing we got bigger." Nawaz blurted out and smiled.
"I was just going over some area maps to see where to set up more shops in the region." Nawaz continued to explain. Sonarika nodded her head with interest. "Your mom told me you had audition today.?"
Sonarika rolled her eyes in exhaustion. "Yes I did, it was a long day. I got home and just wanted to relax but I figured a good way to unwind would be with a work out." She looked around Nawaz's setup.
"That's a great idea." Nawaz sympathized. "Over here you've got the pull-up bar, over there are the free-weights, there's a bench right there too." Nawaz had given a quick tour of the gym. "Is there anything in particular you were wanting to work on?" He searched Sonarika's face for any indication.
"You sure got the lower body under control Sonarika." Nawaz said, his eyes feasting on her legs and ass. Sonarika gave him a short thank you.
"I do want to work on my arms and back. What do you suggest?" Sonarika asked him. Nawaz thought for a moment and looked around the gym. He pointed at the free-weights and told her to go get a comfortable pair. Sonarika brought them back.
"Alright, the bent row is really good for the chest, back, and arms. It's pretty easy too. I think you'll like it." Nawaz explained the form as he stood behind Sonarika. "You're gonna want to keep your legs shoulder width apart." Sonarika moved them apart a little. "A little wider." He looked down and could see her ass cheeks were relaxed. "Great, now you're going to want to straighten your back." Sonarika assumed good posture and Nawaz moved around front. She was popping her ass and her chest was proudly out. Nawaz was silently pretending to stroke himself off behind her. "Now, move your torso down so that it's nearly parallel to the floor. You can bend your knees a little." Sonarika leaned forward and her butt pulled her shorts up, revealing the bottom of her ass again. "Make sure you keep your arms straight so they hang by your side." Nawaz reminded her as he moved in front of her, crouching a bit to see if her torso was parallel. He took a gratuitous look at her hanging tits. He could feel his cock growing in his pants and stood up straight in front of her.
Sonarika kept looking forward in the form and caught the outline of Nawaz's gigantic cock in his pants. She kept her eyes forward like he said. "How does it look?" She asked. Nawaz had went back behind her once more to check.
"It looks really good." Nawaz reassured her. "Just make sure your legs are spread out the right width. Like this." Without notice, Nawaz wrapped his large palms around each of Sonarika's thighs, right under her ass cheeks, pulling them apart to the correct width. Sonarika flinched at his touch. She felt the grazing of his large thumb on her pussy over her shorts as he lightly pulled her ass cheeks open. She started to get wet as he gave her thighs a squeeze, "Good job, that looks really good." Nawaz let go and continued his explanation. "Now you just want to bring the weight up with your arms as if you're doing a bench press." Sonarika did the range of motion and her breasts squeezed up against her chest and hung again with each repetition. "That's perfect, you've got it." Nawaz congratulated her. She stood at ease at the accomplishment.
"Thanks so much for the new move Nawaz. I'll be sure to incorporate it into my routine." Sonarika beamed in a lustful haze. Nawaz appeared to be pleased by the sentiment.
"Any time dear. You just let me know if you have any questions." Nawaz offered and turned back. " Nawaz told her that he has some work and went inside.
As he closed the screen door behind him, he stood there for the next half hour watching Sonarika's work out.
"Her parents are good neighbors, I don't want to mess up a good thing like that." He thought to himself.
Outside Sonarika casually looked back at Nawaz's house. She could see he was watching her from his office room. She turned her back to him and took a deep squat and stood up again. With each repetition she jiggled her ass a little, knowing full well she was showing the candy for the taking.
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Next day,
Mr Bhadoria adjusted his tie as he looked in the mirror, furrowing his brow with failure, he undid it quickly as his wife yelled at him from the kitchen. "Are you ready?!" Mrs Bhadoria barked from the kitchen below. Mr Bhadoria quickly re-tied the knot and moped at himself. Why do we have to match? He asked himself, feeling embarrassed wearing the pink tie. He could hear the heavy knock of heels ascend the stairs as he turned to see Mrs Bhadoria walk in. "Oh my god," she said, "You look adorable! We look amazing." She stepped in front of him and admired herself in the mirror.
"Yeah..." Mr Bhadoria said, sounding deflated, "we look amazing." The comment appeared to fall on deaf ears as Mrs Bhadoria continued to pose for herself.
The doorbell rang, she quickly grabbed his wrists and pulled them down.
"It looks like our guest has arrived!" Mrs Bhadoria started walking towards the door. Mr Bhadoria quickly followed behind. They stood in front of the door, briefly arguing about who should open it. Mr Bhadoria looked through the peephole to see Nawaz looking around as he waited outside. Mr Bhadoria stood behind her husband, smoothing out her dress and hair as he opened the door. Just outside, Nawaz was in his suit and tie, holding a brown paper bag in the shape of a bottle.
"Come in, come in," Mr Bhadoria offered to the neighbor. Nawaz walked into the foyer. "Welcome to the bhadoria's home." He said extending his hand in greeting. Nawaz smiled big and shook the man's hand.
"Thanks y'all, feels really good to be here." Nawaz looked to Mr Bhadoria and then to Mrs Bhadoria. "Ma'am you look fantastic. I like the matching theme you two got going." He added with a laugh.
"Oh you do?!" Mrs Bhadoria cried out. "You know what, Uncle hates it. He simply did not want to do it but I am glad you appreciate it." She took Nawaz's arm, feeling the rigid forearm under his thin shirt. "Come along into the living room and have a seat!" They moved along leaving Mr Bhadoria behind, but not before Nawaz handed off the bottle to him. Mr Bhadoria looked at the paper bag and pulled out the bottle. It read "Cristal".
"Nawaz, you really shouldn't have brought this," Mr Bhadoria said as he entered the room, looking at the bottle and looking up to see his wife seated next to and in side-conversation with Nawaz. "We've got plenty of drink around but thanks for bringing this! I've never had Cristal before." Mr Bhadoria finished, grabbing the attention of them.
"Yes, Nawaz. Uncle and I don't get around to drinking a whole lot of champagne except for New Years. It goes straight to our heads." She laughed out. "We don't even have those glasses for them... what are they called." She searched for the name as it was on the tip of her tongue. Just then the bedroom door opened and they heard clicks of sandals.
Nawaz looked at that direction and gazed
Sonarika stepped out wearing a sexy blue chiffon backless saree. She had also applied black eyeliner and red lipstick. Her saree was paired with basically a black bra/blouse. The blouse was deep cut which displayed her huge boobs. As she was walking, Nawaz saw her boobs jiggle in her blouse. He shifted in her seat and tried to hide his excitement looking at their daughter.
The conversation shifted back to the glasses used to drink Cristal.
"Flutes?" Nawaz answered.
"I never really drank out of them neither. Usually we popped a bottle of this stuff after winning a match or something. I just drank it out of the bottle at that time." Mr Bhadoria gave a hearty laugh and Mrs Bhadoria joined in while Mr Bhadoria gave a slight look of bewilderment. Mrs Bhadoria shook her head in reassurance.
"Well we can't have that can we?" Sonarika smiled towards Nawaz while she tossed her hair back behind her shoulders. "I mean, it would be a mess!" Sonarika turned to her father. "Daddy, why don't you go out and get some of those flutes. I think I saw some at the daily needs store, they had some plastic ones. Mommy knows which store I am talking about". Mr Bhadoria tried to hide his annoyance at the thought of having to run the errand.
"Oh I think we could just have some in the wine glasses we have here. No need to go out for that." Mr Bhadoria suggested. Sonarika sent him a veiled glare through her smile. She looked at her mother with angry eyes.
"No daddy. If we have this fine champagne from our fine neighbor," Sonarika touched Nawaz's shoulder, lingering on it. "then we have to do the drink some justice and have it the right way." She looked at Nawaz for agreement, her hand still on his shoulder. Nawaz looked at Mr Bhadoria and shrugged his shoulders, nodding in guilty agreement. She could see the consternation in her daddy's face. "Please daddy, could you go get those flutes. Mommy will show you the shop?"
Mr Bhadoria let out a sigh. "Sure. Is it the general store at the mall?" Sonarika nodded in earnest. Mr Bhadoria looked at his watch. "There's going to be a lot of traffic around there right now but it shouldn't take too long." He looked to the kitchen and turned to his daughter again. "Make sure you turn off the oven," Mr Bhadoria turned to his wife and both of them left the house.
Sonarika closed the door and said
"we don't want to over-roast the patties!"
Nawaz smiled and chuckled in amusement. "Oh no we sure don't. I do love me some big breasts," He said as he looked at Sonarika and trailed the view down to her leg, holding his gaze around it and looking back at her. "and those juicy thighs, mmm making my mouth water. You parents better get back quick." He looked at Sonarika again and licked his lips quickly. "Or else they'll be stuck with the leftovers!" Nawaz and Sonarika laughed.
Sonarika came and sat next to him on the couch. Nawaz turned back to Sonarika.They shared a moment of smiling and silence together. Sonarika looked down at her thigh and saw Nawaz's long fingers wrapped around it. He took the saree between his fingers and stroked her thigh. She immediately began to feel lightheaded at the sensation surging through her body.
"This is a great material. It looks really familiar. Did you get this at the boutique in Bandra?" Nawaz asked her. Sonarika quickly snapped out of the hypnotic sensation of his touch.
"Oh yes, how did you know?" Sonarika was surprised.
"I pass by that way often for work. I've seen this dress in the window on a mannequin. I gotta be honest with you. I thought it was some sexy lingerie! But you wear it really well!" Nawaz gave his gentlemanly grin. Sonarika blushed and looked down at the dress.
"I guess I can see that. The chiffon can be really sheer and soft. I could probably sleep in this. I just loved the way it fit on me so I had to get it. I think I look really good in A-Line halter dresses." She rationalized. Nawaz listened to her intently but his attention wandered as he watched her gesticulate her toned arms, her breasts pronouncing itself.
"Why don't you stand up and model it for me." Nawaz suggested as Sonarika caught a kindling of lust in his eye. She stood up and smoothed her saree out, rearranging the cascading look of her brunette locks on her bare shoulders. Posing as if a photo was going to be taken, Sonarika stood in front of Nawaz with her chin out and tilted down, a hand on her hip, and shifted her weight to a leg with the other bent out. Nawaz grinned, "You're a natural." She giggled. He held a finger up and drew a circle in the air. Sonarika got signal and turned around, maintaining the pose. She glanced back over her shoulder.
Nawaz leaned forward in his seat and surveyed her open back as it came to an abrupt end right above her butt. "Well what do you think?" Sonarika asked. Nawaz bit his lip as he smiled and nodded in approval.
"Very nice. You've got a great toned back." Nawaz couldn't peel his eyes away from it. "You must've been working out lately."
"I have been. Since you made that gym, I was inspired to get into some exercise and yoga." Sonarika was proud to say. She noticed that Nawaz's gaze had been distracted beyond her and looked back in the direction. "Would you like a drink? Daddy keeps the bar stocked pretty well." She pointed to the modest bar behind her.
"I would, but you know I should probably make you one. Do you all have any Alize?" Nawaz asked as he walked past her.
"I think so. There," Sonarika pointed to the bottom shelf, "Check there." Nawaz looked closer but still couldn't find it. Sonarika came closer and pointed it out. Nawaz was surprised he missed it being so close. He waved to her to have a seat near by while he began to prepare her drink. He looked around, appeared to miss something. Across the room he saw the Cristal on the table next to the sofa. As he walked back to the bar, he noticed how proper Sonarika looked.
"Can't make it without this," Nawaz said as he walked back, gripping and waving the bottle of Cristal. Sonarika crossed her legs and tucked them under the chair, her hands in her lap, back erect, and her face looking up at Nawaz as he stood near her. Nawaz held the bottle in one hand below his belt while his other hand rubbed at the champagne cork. "I've heard that if you give the cork a good rub, it makes it easier to get it off." Sonarika watched him hold the bottle close and rub the cork, she felt the urge to get on her knees. "Mmhmm, yeah that's it," Nawaz whispered as he worked the cork, "almost there, just like that..." Sonarika leaned in, her gaze fixed on Nawaz working the cork over. He gripped hard and POP! Sonarika jumped in her chair and laughed at her surprise. Nawaz bellowed out in pleasure at her startling. "There we go!" Nawaz prepared the drink, mixing Alize with Cristal in equal parts, adding garnishes and pouring the liquid into the cocktail glasses. He handed Sonarika a glass and held his up.
"What should we toast to?" Sonarika asked.
"To our friendship." Nawaz toasted without missing a beat. They both took a generous sip and Nawaz registered Sonarika's wide eyes in surprise.
"Oh my god Nawaz, this is delicious. What is it?" Sonarika took another sip. "I can't get enough of it already." Nawaz laughed.
"I knew you'd like it. It's called Passion." He said, tinging his satisfaction of the name with her liking. Nawaz watched her take another sip and wrinkle her nose, smiling in enjoyment. "I got plenty more, you just tell me when." Sonarika downed the entire glass like a cavalier.
"I think I'm going to a need a nice tall glass Nawaz." She said, with eyes that said come-hither. Nawaz adjusted his belt and turned to the bar to make her another drink. He heard her stand up and come behind him. Sonarika, shorter than him put her hand on his chest, as high as she could reach. "Can I see how you prepare it?" He could tell she wanted to feel his pecs and he gladly obliged her.
"Here... why don't you try making it yourself. I'll guide you," Nawaz reached around her and pushed her waist in front of him. She could feel him from behind and feel his eyes looking down her dress. He grabbed her thin arm in his hand, she studied just how big his hand was, it was nearly the length of her forearm. "First you pour the Alize..." She picked up the bottle and let him direct her arm and hand to pour the drink. "Then you need to get the cherry." Sonarika bent down slightly to reach for the garnish compartments, flinching as she went down. She felt Nawaz on her back. OH GOD, that had to be his hand, she thought. But as she felt it graze upon her coming back up, she saw Nawaz's hands the bar. A warm rush came over her body and she struggled to continue making the drink.
Nawaz stepped back and Sonarika looked to see what had happen. His nose was in the air and a look of concern came over his face. "Is something burning?" Panic overcames Sonarika.
"The Patties!" She yelled, running into the kitchen. Smoke was pouring out of the oven, "We forgot to turn off the oven! Shit. Daddy is going to pissed." Nawaz came into the kitchen and began helping her clear the smoke out.
After finally ridding the house of the burnt smell, the pair sat in the kitchen nursing another drink. Sonarika's eyes were shining and her laughter was melodic. Nawaz's teeth shared their exuberance at the company and the two chatted on the bar stools as they heard the front door close. Her parents came to the kitchen and was greeted by the sight of their daughter and Nawaz smiling and laughing, just as he left them. "I see you two are still having a blast," Uncle smiled, "What did I miss?" He searched them for a replay.
Sonarika looked at Nawaz and laughed turning to her daddy as she squinted and smiled as if she were lightheaded with joy. "Oh Daddy." She said, "It was amazing and you missed it." She turned to Nawaz and gingerly patted his chest. "Nawaz shared his passion with me," Mr Bhadoria's face showed a strained horror, "and it was amazing. Daddy, oh it tasted it so good." Sonarika slapped Nawaz's chest, "I can't get enough of it!" Mr Bhadoria looked to Nawaz with contempt only to be met with Nawaz's satisfied smile.
"I can make you one if you'd like Uncle." Nawaz offered.
"Oh... um..." Mr Bhadoria stammered, grasping to comprehend everything.
"It ain't take no time. I'll get the Alize and Cristal and make one for you and aunty." Nawaz reassured him as he got up. Mr Bhadoria looked at his wife.
"Oh my god," Mr bhadoria whispered so as not to be overheard, "Sonarika, how many have you had while I was gone?!" Sonarika laughed out loud.
"Only two!" She cackled. "They're so strong!" Mr Bhadoria looked on at his delirious daughter as he felt a quiet breeze upon his back. Nawaz appeared behind him. Mr Bhadoria turned around and saw Nawaz holding two glasses. One for him and one for his wife.
He hoisted one towards Sonarika with a glint in his eye, "And here's another one for you. I know you're coming to love em'." Nawaz chuckled. Sonarika nodded her head in earnest as she took a sip from the fresh glass of Passion. Nawaz locked eye-contact with Sonarika and nodded towards the oven.
"Daddy, I have some bad news," Sonarika blurted out leaning into her father, "We just lost track of time and the patties ended up getting burnt. I know you and mom worked so hard on it. I'm sorry." Uncle looked down, trying to hide his disappointment. He felt Nawaz's heavy hand on his shoulder.
"It's alright Uncle." Nawaz consoled him. "I got some mutton steaks marinating that I could throw on the grill. I also have paneer and spinach. Why don't y'all come over to my place in a few while I get it fired up?" He looked to Uncle and then to his wife. Uncle let it mull over in his head and looked up toward Nawaz.
"Um, alright Nawaz, that sounds alright." Uncle said hesitantly and turned to his wife then back to Nawaz. "Is there anything we should bring?" Nawaz shook his head.
"No no, just bring yourselves and your daughter!" He slapped uncle on the back as he laughed. "I'll see you in a bit." Nawaz opened the Bhadoria's main door and disappeared into the night.
Mr Bhadoria looked to his wife with dismay. "I thought we were the ones who were hosting."
"Daddy, it's just dinner. Quit being a cry baby. I'm going to go freshen up before we head over." Sonarika said she retreated to her room.
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Nawaz threw the bag of marinating mutton on his upper deck kitchencounter as his phone vibrated. Checking the notification, he pulled up the text message that disrupted his good buzz.
"Thank you for the save
" it read. Nawaz shook his head seeing it was from Sonarika. He didn't dignify it with a response and put the phone on the counter too. Resting for a moment, Nawaz seriously considered taking her tonight. Why not? If it happens, it happens. He lost track of time fantasizing when he heard a knock at his front door. He unbuttoned his shirt to be a little more casual as he entered the foyer and opened the door. The Bhadoria's stood, looking in meekly, still dressed as they were at their house."Come in, come in." Nawaz said cordially, stepping aside for them to enter. They walked in like innocent lambs purveying a foreign countryside. After a moment, their impressions registered.
"Nawaz, you've got a beautiful place! It's so spacious." Sonarika praised. Nawaz glazed over his thank you and looked towards Uncle, who still held the drink Nawaz made for him.
"Yeah Nawaz, it's huge. A lot bigger than ours." Uncle feigned interest.
"Thanks Uncle. I usually get that a lot." Nawaz examined Uncle's glass. "How's the drink?" Uncle looked down quizzically for the moment and took a sip.
"It's... great!" Uncle replied with a look of surprise. He hadn't drank it since Nawaz had made it and fully expected it to be terrible. Nawaz nodded his head in approval and he told them to go upstairs on the deck kitchen counter.
"So I forgot about turning the grill on. Do you mind if we let it warm up for a bit?" Nawaz pleaded with apology. Uncle and Aunty looked at each other and both shrugged with indifference. "Great! In the meantime though..." Nawaz trailed off as he admired Sonarika's figure and came up with a way to pass the time, "you know what's already hot?" The Bhadorias both shook their heads. "The hot tub! Why don't y'all slip in while I get the grill going?" Sonarika's eye lit up while Mr Bhadoria shifted uncomfortable.
"Ah we couldn't Nawaz. We don't have our bathing suits or anything you know, and- " Uncle apologized as Sonarika cut him off.
"We'd love to Nawaz. Mummy and I were talking about getting one for our place too and this would be great to try one out! Thanks so much!" Sonarika beamed. Nawaz's eyes were easy on her.
"But... but we don't have our bathing stuff beta." Uncle pleaded. Sonarika rolled her eyes and waved him off as she began to climb into the jacuzzi with her saree on. Nawaz perked up at the sight.
"Oh Mom and Dad. We don't need all that. Just strip down to your undies and jump in daddy. Mom follow him". Nawaz struggled to keep his gaze averted but couldn't help but take in the generous curves of Sonarika's body. Uncle looked down at his belt as he slowly undid it, dropping his pants. Nawaz looked over and made note of the pathetic white briefs on his pale legs. Nawaz shook his head in amusement and pointed to the door.
"Just take off the lid and enjoy. I'll be there in a moment." Nawaz directed them. The Bhadorias made their way to Nawaz's jacuzzi. Nawaz turned to massage the mutton a bit more before taking it out. As he came out, he saw Uncle and Aunty had already gotten in the hot tub but Sonarika was still standing near it. "What's the matter?" He asked.
"Oh...?" Sonarika turned and smiled to see Nawaz arrive. She looked at him doe-fully. "I can't get in because of the saree," She giggled. "Daddy couldn't pull me in. Could you help me up Nawaz?" Sonarika held her hand out. Nawaz put on his charm.
"Ah I'm so sorry there Sonarika. I didn't even think about having a step stool to get in. Usually I just take one stride and I'm in. Here let me help you." Nawaz apologizing and putting a hand Sonarika's back and another under her thighs. She let out a small squeal as he hoisted her up to the edge of the tub.
"Oh my god Nawaz. That gym is totally doing the trick." Sonarika elated. Nawaz shook his head in modesty.
"No. It's just old man strength." Nawaz offered, "Some things don't change." He gave her a toothy grin. She slipped into the tub and closed her eyes in comfort. "I'll join you guys shortly once I throw these muttons on the grill." Nawaz turned away and tended to the grill. Uncle leaned in towards his wife.
"Just a couple bites and we can go right?" He asked Mrs Bhadoria. Mrs Bhadoria casted an annoyed glance towards him. They heard the clank of metal on stone and Sonarika's glance shifted toward Nawaz. He had dropped his pants and was in the process of unbuttoning his shirt while facing the grill. She studied the muscle tone in Nawaz's legs as they went up to his tight green briefs. As his shirt came off, she marveled in the sinews of his ebony back and arms. No wonder he picked me up like a feather, she thought. Sonarika smiled to herself.
"Make way for me there folks. Comin' through." Nawaz signaled to uncle as he hoisted a leg over the tub to enter. Sonarika stirred from solace to see the front of Nawaz's briefs less than an arm's length from her face. Her eyes had no trouble focusing in the dark, zooming in on the lack of symmetry where his briefs struggled to contain his divine manhood. Uncle was spared the view of Nawaz's thick dick being restrained, extending to his hip, instead seeing the green briefs clinging to Nawaz's toned ass. "Sorry about the full moon there Uncle!" Nawaz chuckled as he settled in opposite to the couple and next to their daughter. Uncle didn't acknowledge the view. "Paneer, Spinach and Pineapples are done.
Mutton should be done in a little bit. I put it on a low flame so the flavors will cook up real good."
"I thought you're supposed to cook mutton a little dry. That's what I always heard." Uncle offered. Nawaz shook his head.
"No sir. Mutton's gotta be juicy." Nawaz corrected as he rested his arms on the jacuzzi arm rest, relaxing. "Trust me now... I know a thing or two about white meat." He felt a sensation on his thigh as Sonarika broke the silence.
"Is that right? Well Mr. Big-Shot, what do you know about white meat?" She casted some intrigue towards Nawaz as she touched on Nawaz's thigh. Nawaz strained his eyes during the silence to gather his thoughts, finding through the dimly lit water that she had provided the sensation. He licked his lips in preparation to enlighten.
"Well... first you got to know that white meat needs to marinate for a few days." Nawaz began, bringing his arms back into the water and pulling his hand out and gesturing towards Uncle. "Then you gotta feel..." Nawaz simulated touching the meat and turned to Sonarika, "if you feel that there's still some give, then you gotta let it set for few more hours."
"How do you know when it's done marinating?" Sonarika interrupted.
"Oh dear. You just know." Nawaz grinned as he reached over to Sonarika's upper thigh under the rolling water in the tub. "I know right away when that white meat is succulent. That's how you know it's gonna taste real good." Nawaz massaged at her thigh as he nodded his head and gave her thigh a tight squeeze. "Then when you give it a nice touch, that meat will just sweat its marinade. You feel me?" Sonarika closed her eyes and nodded emphatically. "I think that juicy white meat might be ready."
"I do smell it Nawaz. You might wanna go check it out." Uncle chimed in. "It smells delicious!" Nawaz broke his lite gaze on Sonarika and smiled towards Uncle as he started to rise up in the tub.
"It's gonna be delicious Uncle, just you wait!" Nawaz raved as he swung a leg over Sonarika. She looked up to see the green briefs soaks and clearly outlining Nawaz's gigantic cock. "Haven't met a person yet who refused my meat!" He said casually as Sonarika looked up towards him, realizing she had been caught in her admiration. She watched him stride over to the grill and doing a double take in failing to notice his green briefs, that now looked invisible all together wet and in the dark against his skin. The Bhadorias heard the clank of some tools and the shut of a lid and looked up to see Nawaz turn around. "Come get it y'all, it's ready."
Nawaz began to set the table up as the bhadoria's got out of the tub and rinsed off. The aroma was pervading from the grill and uncle could not contain his hunger. Nawaz poured him another stiff drink and pass the plate of pineapples and veggies towards him. "Eat up Uncle, don't be shy now." Nawaz laughed. Uncle and Aunty nodded their head in appreciation, chewing on the delicious eats before them as he gathered his words.
"Nawaz' you're too kind man. We really appreciate you doing this even though we were trying to host." Uncle chuckled as he licked his fingers. "I mean it was the least we could do." Nawaz shook his head humbly
"Ain't no thing Uncle" Nawaz clarified, "Y'all are good people. You don't got to do anything to show your thanks." Uncle smiled to Sonarika as Nawaz delivered the compliment. He saw Sonarika gaze toward Nawaz's bare chest while she licked her fingers clean, then turning to him.
"That won't do Nawaz." Sonarika chimed in, "My parents and I always show our gratitude for our friends," she looked to uncle and back to Nawaz, stroking her leg against his under the table, "There must be something we can do for you?" Nawaz closed his eyes and smirked.
"You know what, if y'all insist that much, just have me over for some coffee sometime." Nawaz offered. "I just appreciate y'all's company." He got up and took their plates and nodded over to the hot tub. "Why don't you get back in while I clean up." Uncle and Aunty stumbled as they got up and staggered to the jacuzzi. Nawaz hoisted Sonarika up and in and then climbed over himself. Nawaz had taken the plates inside.
Uncle slipped in and looked comfortable.
"I thought you were ready to go?" Mrs Bhadoria asked him.
"Well... I was. But the food was good and I'm feeling a little tipsy." Uncle smiled. "What about you?"
"I'm good. I'm ready whenever you are..." Mrs Bhadoria trailed off. The warm water circulated between the three, taking the place of the silence and peace that hung in the air. Uncle cozied up to Aunty and they both rested their heads and soaked. Sonarika heard the close of the screen door and looked back to see Nawaz had returned. He held her gaze as he approached and leaned on the tub.
"So how was it?" Nawaz smiled as he pointed to Uncle, who looked to be slumped back.
"Mmm... Nawaz it was delicious thank you so much." Sonarika whispered. "But I think someone had a little too good of a time." She nodded towards her daddy, who now looked clearly asleep. Nawaz laughed silently. "I think we might have to call it a night." She frowned apologetically as she shook her daddy awake. "Come on daddy, time to go home." Aunty slowed to pull him out and began walking to their apartment, not waiting for their daughter. Behind, Nawaz offered Sonarika an arm to hold as she got out of the tub. She sat on the edge and put her arm on Nawaz's wide shoulder as he scooped her other arm under her thighs to pick her up. He hoisted her up like a doll and she relished being held in his strong black arms. They lingered for a moment looking at each other before Nawaz put her down. Sonarika touched his chest gently and mouthed a silent thank you as she turn to walk back home. Nawaz couldn't resist the glow of her sexy wet body in the night.
"You have a good night." Nawaz called out as he continued to dine on the sight of Sonarika's golden figure as it slipped into the darkness.
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He went back inside feeling the softness of her ass still in hand, thinking how he could have just given it a nice squeeze right there at the end to make things more interesting. He had a decent amount to drink as well and decided to sober up with a shower before bed. Under the hot water, Nawaz ruminated on the evening's events, having hoped for a better outcome. He couldn't believe how easy it was to pick Sonarika up, despite her being so stacked. As he got out of the shower, he heard a cell phone ringing downstairs. Making his way down to the first floor, he nearly slipped on his own trail of dripping water from his body. The ring did not sound familiar and he was certain it wasn't his phone. Scanning his living room, he found a pair of pants on the floor behind the coffee table. It was Uncle's trousers next to that pink tie. Nawaz shook his head at the forgetful neighbor. Nawaz checked the phone and saw the missed call was from Sonarika. He searched around the coffee table to find her hand bag about as well. The smell of her perfume was still strong on it, Nawaz's big nostrils verified it. As he pulled it away from his nose, Nawaz saw himself get a bit hard at the smell, standing there naked in his living room. He looked at Uncle's cell phone and returned the missed call while stroking his cock with Sonarika's thought in mind. It rang for a few seconds...
"Hello?" Sonarika answered.
"Hey baby." Nawaz playfully replied. He sensed some hesitation on the other side.
"Oh...mmm- hi sweetie. How are you calling me when my daddy is laying right next to my room asleep?" Sonarika played along. Nawaz bit his lip smiling at her getting in on it.
"I must've just slept-dialed you by accident from my dream phone babe." Nawaz attempted to keep from laughing while imitating uncle's proper speech. "I just called to ask if you would go get my phone from Nawaz's place. I think I might have left it there." There was another silence on the line.
"Mmm... are you sure it can't wait until tomorrow dear? It's just that it's already late and I'd hate to disturb Nawaz so late." Sonarika made the excuse.
"Oh I'm sure you won't be disturbing him darling." Nawaz reassured her as Mr Bhadoria. "I bet he's still up thinking about the great evening he had with us."
"You really think so?" Sonarika asked him... fishing for Nawaz's true thoughts.
"Absolutely honey. Just come- just go on over. I'm sure he'll be happy to see ya." Nawaz laid on the suggestion thickly. "Don't worry about me, I'm just going to be sleep over here." Sonarika hesitated again.
"Okay daddy, I will go over and be right back." She resolved and hung up.
Nawaz dashed up the stairs to his bedroom and cinched on his silk pajama bottoms. He looked in the mirror and decided to go shirtless. While he was no longer an Adonis in age, he was still very well built. It wasn't long until he heard a knocking downstairs. Rushing back down, he saw a figure in the screen door. Still in her sexy saree, Sonarika knocked again as he saw her waving to be let in. Nawaz saw her gaze at his core as he pulled the door back for her to enter.
"Wow...," Sonarika trailed off before regaining her composure after admiring Nawaz's chest, "I didn't think you would still be awake. What with the way we were all drinking, I was about to pass out too but you called back."
"Nah, I feel pretty good right now. I just took a shower so that woke me up a little bit." Nawaz explained. He kept noticing her eye-contact fleeting back and forth between his eyes and body.
"Oh a shower. That's a good idea. I should have done that." Sonarika said as she broke her gaze from him and looked around the house. "I completely forgot about my hand bag here. I'm so sorry for inconveniencing you Nawaz." Nawaz watched her attention flutter from object to object in the living room, his own sight set on the way her sexy wet saree hung on her breasts and ass.
"No inconvenience at all dear." Nawaz said as he carefully traced the panty lines under her saree. Sonarika turned quickly and Nawaz shifted his gaze up instantly. "Listen, would you like something to drink? Maybe a night cap?"
She smiled at the act of having caught Nawaz staring at her. "And sure, I would love something to drink. Do you have coffee?"
"I just might," Nawaz replied as he looked to be thinking to himself, "Let me go check alright? Why don't you have a seat and make yourself comfortable." He pointed to the sofa and made his way to the kitchen. Nawaz began searching his cupboards for any warm beverage drink but only came up with some old coffee. A bit of desperation overcame him.
"Hey Nawaz! It's alright if you don't have any. Don't worry about it!" Sonarika yelled out to him from the living room. Nawaz's worry deepened at her call-out and he frantically thought for a few moments. In the living room, Sonarika sat on the edge of the sofa, primming and fixing her wet saree to look appropriate. She tussled her hair and applied her lip gloss in the glass of Nawaz's coffee table.
"How about mocha?" Nawaz yelled out from the kitchen. "Is that alright?" Sonarika perked up and straightened her back at the sound of his barking voice.
"Yes that sounds great!" Sonarika replied back to him. She waiting a while longer, wondering what was taking so long. Drifting into her own appearance, Sonarika made small adjustments to her attire. She pulled her saree up to show a little more leg. She opened the chest a tad bit to show more cleavage. As she looked down to ensure everything looked alluring at breast level, she saw Nawaz emerge from the kitchen.
"Sorry it so long Sonarika. I'm not the best coffee maker." Nawaz apologized for the delay as he walked towards her with a steaming mug in his hand. She looked up to him just as he stopped to stand in front of her.
"It's quite okay Nawaz." Sonarika smiled as her eyes met the outline of Nawaz's cock directly in her sight. She looked up to see the sole mug. "You didn't make any for yourself?" Nawaz gave her an easy, toothy grin.
"Oh yeah. This one is mine." Nawaz clarified as he untied the drawstring on his pajamas, causing them to slip to the floor, unveiling his giant black cock in Sonarika's face. She gasped at the sight of it. "I got your Super Venti Mocha right here." Sonarika continued to look at it in amazement. The sheer thickness of it. She looked up to him and Nawaz gave her a nod. "Go ahead. Have a taste. I know you like it." Sonarika gazed at Nawaz's thick ebony thighs and reluctantly smoothed her saree.
She moved in closer to the behemoth in front of her. It's veins and ridges twisted and glistened in her eyes and her mouth watered instantly at the sight of it. Nawaz did not hesitate as he put his fingers between her auburn hair and gently pushed her towards him. He felt her resist a little, knowing full well she was still in awe of his pride and glory. Sonarika opened her mouth ever-so-slightly and Nawaz tilted his back awaiting the warmth of her little pink lips. "That's right, go on." She closed her eyes and gave it a lick, instantly hearing Nawaz's satisfaction. "There ya go. That's it..." He trailed off.
Sonarika held him by his thighs, feeling the toned, hard skin between her fingers, he was sturdy. Nawaz looked down to see her struggled to put the tip in her mouth and gave a thrust, plunging it in watering mouth. She might have been tired, he thought, but she sure as hell sucked like a twenty-something. Sonarika licked and popped his cock vigorously, occasionally looking up to see Nawaz's delight. She was met with his toothy, lustful grin. "Mmmmm..." She made audible her enjoyment as well. He asked her if she liked it. "Mmmmmm-hmmmm," Sonarika replied as she continued slathering it with her saliva. She pulled it out, seeing the wetness of her mouth drip off of it. "I've never had anything like it." She said as she looked up to him. He rested it on her face.
"Good. But don't leave out the boys now." The length of his cock overshot her face as she went underneath it, licked and sucking his big, smooth, black balls. Nawaz took the opportunity to stroke himself as she feasted on his jewels, giving them the star treatment she gave his cock. As it grew in size, so did his desire to ravage the sexy white pussy in front of him. Sonarika buried her face in his balls and gave long lick back up his shaft and put the head back in her mouth, taking it her own hand. She was blown away by not being able to wrap her fingers around it. By now, his entire dick was shining in the light by her doing.
Nawaz pulled it away from her and told her to get on her knees. Sonarika did as she was told and found herself sitting neatly on her legs, in front of Nawaz's spread eagle with his swinging hard-on, dripping from her spit. She didn't have to raise her self as Nawaz hung so low that she could just open her mouth and take him easily. Nawaz put his hands on his waist and let Sonarika enjoy herself. At first she struggled to control it with her mouth alone, giving up and putting her hand on it again.
Except one hand wasn't enough, she employed the use of both hands and could feel the effect on Nawaz as she milked his chocolate cock into her mouth. "Oh yeah, that's it right there girl..." Nawaz let out as he put his fingers through her hair again, "...work it real good now." Sonarika blissfully bobbed on his big black dong, feeling it grow with her every pull. Nawaz looked down to see her eyes closed and mouth drenched from the deed. He couldn't take it much longer and pulled away from her. "Get on the couch." He ordered her.
Nawa removed her wet saree by now. Sonarika did as she was told, getting on all fours on the couch facing him. Nawaz stood in front of her mouth again and told her to get to work again. Sonarika didn't need to be told twice and continued with her tasting. She could feel his eyes on her and it turned her something vicious on his cock. A feeling on her back startled her, but it was Nawaz's hand, liberally exploring her little white body. The size of their bodies were so vast, she could feel his hand wandering down her to her butt. The coolness of the room rushed on her bare behind as he pulled her ass cheeks towards him, not straining to reach. She could feel his finger exploring between her plentiful cheeks. Nawaz's thick finger grazed her ass hole and she puckered her lips tighter around his cock.
"Looks like I'm not the only one that's excited." Nawaz chuckled in his raspy voice as he dug his finger between her pussy from behind. Sonarika, with her mouth full, nodded and licked away. She felt his finger release its grip and wrap around her waist. "Hold on now..." Nawaz warned her, instantly lifting her up and turning her around and upside down while she kept sucking. Sonarika's thighs rested on his shoulders and she could feel Nawaz's breath between her legs and on her pussy. "We never did get to dessert did we?" Nawaz asserted as he dove in on her velvet pink pussy. Sonarika's back straightened at the sensation and Nawaz could feel her flinch on his cock.
Nawaz went to work expertly on her pussy, licking and sucking her lips... she had never been eaten out like this. Sonarika, overwhelmed by the skill and arousal, couldn't keep Nawaz in her mouth, letting him out. He dined and devoured at her while she rested her head against his monster cock, pitifully attempting to lick it while he enjoyed himself. She could feel tits against him as Nawaz's arms clenched at her waist, holding her close. She felt weightless and euphoric, wrapping her legs around his head and barely holding his tight ass in her small hands. "Oh my god Nawaz... oh my god." She finally managed to say.
Nawaz pulled back and admired the red, red pussy and the work he had put in. It was puffy and ready for him, he didn't even need to ask. He flipped her back up-right without warning, like a doll in his hands. Sonarika struggled to stand, regaining her balance as she leaned up against the naked mandingo. "You're delicious..." Nawaz told her as he pulled at her hair gently, pulling her head back to look at him. She had a dazed look on her face, in disbelief of what was happening. "Why don't you have taste?" Nawaz tilted his head down to kiss her as he pulled her head up slightly. Sonarika took to her toes to reach his lips barely as he forced his tongue down her mouth. She felt his big black lips engulf hers and soon felt Nawaz's hands on her ass, groping and squeezing her cheeks apart. She kissed deeper at the touch and Nawaz lifted her up by holding her butt alone. Sonarika could feel Nawaz's dick between her legs, grazing her pussy as he held her up inches from the ground. Their lips unlocked for a moment and it was the only opportunity for Sonarika to get a word in.
"Fuck me please." She said, exasperated with pleasure already. "Please fuck me Nawaz."Sonarika looked up toward Nawaz while she stroked him, with a hand on his chest. "Fuck me with your beautiful black cock. Please," She kissed his chest, "Please, please, please." Sonarika pleaded. She continued to gaze at him, only to see him toss his head back in a laugh. His deep chuckle sent shivers down her.
"You think you can handle this after a three months break?" Nawaz asked as he nodded toward his cock, "This ain't no toy." He clarified, his speech slipping into a cadence reserved generally for his friends. Sonarika gingerly stroked it, looked up, and nodded biting her lip.
"Please Nawaz. I have to have it inside of me..." Sonarika gazed at her source of pleasure. Nawaz caressed her ass under her panties, licking his lips and nodding in approval.
"Alright... alright," He thought for a moment as he admired her white skin. "I tell you what. You show me how bad you want it." Nawaz pushed her slightly away from him. "Go ahead, show me." Sonarika bit her lip again with an electric gaze and turned her back on him, stepping towards his couch. She untied her bra and removed her panties and let it fall to the ground, revealing her apple shaped ass and tiny waist. Her brown hair cascaded on her shoulders as she looked back towards him and bending over the couch.
"Nawaz, fuck me with your big black cock." She spread her legs further apart, her plump red pussy presenting itself for Nawaz's taking. "I need it inside me. I've wanted it since I saw you get into the hot tub." Nawaz moved in to feel her pussy on his fingers. It was delectably moist and his eyes eased at the touch of it. He licked his lips again and nodded as he stroked his cock harder.
"Very good." Nawaz's gap-toothed grin presented itself again, in a sleazy manner not apparent to Sonarika. He petted her pussy and put his middle finger in, feeling Sonarika flinch again. "Now tell me you want this chocolate dick in you." He waited as Sonarika recovered from his finger exploring.
"Mmm..." Sonarika attempted to keep her cool but couldn't resist him in her already. "Yes! God... I want your sweet chocolate dick so bad in me. Please fill me up with it." Nawaz pulled his finger out of her and opened her ass for his search. He held himself up against her pussy and could feel her squirming already. His bulbous cock head parted her pussy lips as he teased her with his entry. Sonarika tried to push herself upon it but Nawaz held her ass open firmly.
"Why don't you lay round right here on the couch." Sonarika did as she was told. "Spread those little legs open!" Nawaz barked. Sonarika immediately lifted her legs open, resting a foot on the floor and the other on the couch. Nawaz stepped in between them, throwing his own leg over hers and planting it firmly on the couch while his other leg cross hers on the floor. He imposed over her and noticed her staring at his dangling giant cock over her. Nawaz lowered himself down and took his dick in his hand, slapping her pussy with it. Sonarika continued to look on in astonishment at it. He rested it on her pelvis as its tip reached her navel and his balls hung over her pussy. "You wanna be my little sexy slut neighbor?" Sonarika was preoccupied at the sight of his gigantic pendulum swinging above her pussy, signaling the impending havoc of pleasure to come, and she did not answer. Nawaz took her chin in his hand and nudged it up to face him. "You gonna be my little sexy slut?"
Sonarika whimpered and nodded as she felt Nawaz lower himself on her, intently gazing upon him as she felt the tip of his cock touch her pussy. A wave of electricity surged through her at the graze. He let go of her face and looked down with his chocolate cock in his hand. She saw him hold it straight, pointing it and rubbing in on her muff. Sonarika looked up to see Nawaz grinning and licking his lips. Enough teasing... fuck me already, she thought as she squeezed her breasts and let them lay on her chest. She closed her eyes and felt Nawaz pushing his cock head into her... she drew a sharp breath, feeling her self already stretching like a virgin. Sonarika tossed her head back in blissful agony as Nawaz began to enter. "Nawaz... Nawaz...," she put a hand on his chest, "Oh Nawaz, slowly... please... oh god... OH MY..."
Nawaz looked down to see merely half the tip of his cock disappear into her. As he pushed further, he bared witness to her clenching the sofa, writhing in an agonizing joy. A rush of testosterone overcame him as he grabbed her by her tiny waist and pulled it towards him. Sonarika wailed out. Nawaz whistled low, "There ya go baby, nice and slow for ya." Plunging deeper into her, Sonarika looked to see how much of Nawaz she had taken and only accounted for his cock head missing inside of her. Her eyes rolled back and she could only hear Nawaz's chuckle. She felt his leathery fingers run along her chest, grabbing and squeezing her tits as he wanted. Nawaz spit down on her pussy even though it couldn't possibly get wetter. He was a blacksmith, forging his iron rod in her fiery crucible, striking it until was drawn out. Sonarika felt him come to a stop and a hand on her clit, giving it a rub. "Looks we've reached the end of the line. Bottomed out." Nawaz rested his pipe in her and Sonarika relished in feeling completely filled up for the first time ever after three months. Nawaz leaned over and surprised her lips with his, locking in a lustful dance. Instead of pumping the petite pussy, he gyrated while they kissed, eliciting small moans from Sonarika.
She felt him tear away from her kiss and Sonarika took to tasting his ebony skin. It smelled and tasted like cocoa butter. Subdued by the scent, she came to her senses when she felt him pull himself out slowly. She could already feel the void left from his dick, but it quickly replaced as Nawaz thrust it back in. Sonarika let out a small cry, "Yes Nawaz... oh my gosh! Fill me up with that black cock, please don't stop...yes... oh yes." With each pump, Nawaz could see her white smile grow wider and her hair matting to her glistening forehead. The sight of her pleasure drove Nawaz crazy and he began to pound harder at her pussy. Sonarika moaned and scream with delight. "OH GOD, YES YES... Oh my god. Nawaz. God." He felt like a god as he ravaged her little white cunt. "Oh my god... oh my, oh my god Nawaz , I'm going to cum... I'm gonna cum... oh my god... oh... oh...
Sonarika began to go silent as she took a deep breath, temporarily holding it. Nawaz instantly took the cue and grabbed her by the waist, and instead of thrusting into her, pulled and pushed her torso against his giant tool like a play toy. Sonarika's back arched as she let out a scream, clenching the couch, "I'M CUMMING. OH GODDDDDD. GOD GOD GOD, FUCK YES." Nawaz moved her torso in a circular motion on him as he slowed down and pulled himself out. He stood in front of her, still completely stiff, finding her thigh twitching with a dazed look. A large wet spot showed on the couch, containing a small pool of white cream streaming from Sonarika's ravaged pussy down to her ass and finally to the couch.
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Sonarika finally regained some focus after the earth-shaking orgasm to see Nawaz towering at her feet while she laid on the couch. Her body was shaking, the tremors from the earthquake that just happened inside of her. Her eyes were still glazed over as she saw Nawaz approach her, hanging his big cock over her mouth. She instinctively opened it as he lowered it down and sucked obediently. The sweet taste of her pussy mingled with the slightly salty flavor of Nawaz's cum, filling her mouth with the remnants of the wave she sent on his cock upon cumming. "Mmhmm... that's real good Sonarika," Nawaz growled, "Go ahead and get it ready for round two." Nawaz pulled his cock up and dipped his balls in her mouth. Sonarika licked and sucked them with diligence and fervor, rubbing her lips and nose in them. Nawaz was rough on her tits, grabbing and groping them willfully. He reached down to her pussy and indulged his finger on the wet slit, Sonarika twitched at the touch. "Still feeling jumpy huh?" Nawaz laughed, "Why don't you jump on this dick now."
Sonarika didn't have to be told twice, dizzily standing up and watched Nawaz sit down. She looked down to see his cock still glistening from her enjoyment of it, not believing how much she took of it. He spread his legs and the giant black cock hung waiting for its prey. Nawaz waved to her to come between and put her knees on the couch around him. Sonarika settled down on his lap and lifted up her ass to grab the black Damascus steel she had just forged in her pussy. She still couldn't get her fingers around it and struggled to guide it to her tight entry. Nawaz, not wanting to delay, took a hold of his member and gave it a few slaps against her. She put her hands on his broad shoulders and lowered herself, cooing and sharply exhaling with each inch she devoured.
Sonarika bit her lip and shook her head, "It's too big Nawaz... I can't..." Nawaz sensed her hesitation and grabbed her torso to push her down a bit more. "Oh no no no... oh god... mmm... gosh it feel so good." Nawaz bottomed out again and Sonarika rested her head on his chest. She slowly lifted and lowered herself to her delight, moaning and breathing deeply. Nawaz could feel the tightness of her pussy milk his cock from within, but still wanted to take matters into his own hands. Moving them from her waist, Nawaz's enormous hands palmed both of Sonarika's cheeks and pulled them open. The rush of an open asshole invigorated her as she felt Nawaz's finger reach well into her ass crack.
Nawaz, well aware of how easily he could grip her ass, began to rock her back and forth on his cock. Relieved of her duty to grind, Sonarika straighted her back and tossed her hair back, submitting to the strong black hands guiding her to ecstasy. "That's right baby girl, just like that." Nawaz closed his eyes and rested his head, feeling her soft white ass in his palms as he squeezed, pulled, and pushed them to his volition. Sonarika's eyes were closed and only briefly opened to show Nawaz that they were rolling back in ecstasy. His gaze shifted down to see her beautiful rounded breasts undulating to his whims, he couldn't resist squeezing the hanging sweet fruit and sucking on her luscious pink nipples. With a gentle bite, Sonarika couldn't contain herself any longer and squirted all over Nawaz. Nawaz smirked as he saw the look on Sonarika's shocked face.
"Oh my god, that's never happened before!" She whispered loudly.
"That's cuz you've never been fucked like that, with a finger in your ass" Nawaz chuckled as he gingerly tossed her aside while he stood up. "You keep cumming like that and you're gonna get dehydrated." He looked down at her, the sight of a used little white slut splayed over his couch. "I'll get ya some water." Sonarika didn't respond and Nawaz looked back as he went to the kitchen. She had a dazed look on her face. "Thanks... Nawaz." Sonarika managed to sigh out, gaining her composure as she sat up on the sofa. Nawaz returned with a glass of water and held it out to her. She looked up at him, admiring how large his dick was still. She took a swig of the water to parch her dry mouth. "Where did you learn to fuck like that?" Sonarika asked, incredulously. Nawaz smiled toothily.
"Let's just say I've been in quite a few tight places and had to learn a thing or two." He laughed and gave her a sly wink. As he winked, the doorbell rang and Sonarika jumped at the sound. Nawaz's face contorted in slight confusion as he looked towards the door. He looked back at Sonarika to see a look of guilty horror on her face.
"Nawaz! Who could it be?!" She pleaded. Nawaz looked down at his watch.
"I don't know who would be here at this hour. I might have to go take a look." He tried to calm her down. Sonarika began gathering her clothes. "Now hold on a minute, I can just check and send them off. You can relax."
"What if it's daddy?" Sonarika panicked. "He can't find me here like this!" She continued to put her saree back on.
"The way he drank tonight, he ain't waking up til at least noon." Nawaz managed to laugh to himself. "Look, just have a seat," He put his shirt on, "Don't worry." Sonarika sat back down on the leather couch and cautiously looked around as Nawaz left for the foyer.
Nawaz opened the door and saw it was his driver. He told him he needed some money urgently as his father was in the ICU. Nawaz told him to wait and went in to get cash. His driver peeked inside and saw a very sexy woman was sitting on the couch.
Nawaz returned with cash and gave him. He saw where his driver was looking and said
"Well... you know how I texted you earlier saying I'd be busy this evening?" Nawaz looked in her direction before turning back to his driver and continuing. "I had that dinner with them, and just finished up dessert."
Nawaz came back and saw Sonarika was all dressed up.
"Where were we?" Nawaz smiled, having seen his driver off. Sonarika feigned a smile.
"Oh I should be going Nawaz." Sonarika excused. "Daddy is probably waking up and wondering where I went. I do have a long day tomorrow."
"What's going on tomorrow?" Nawaz asked.
"Nothing much, few of my friends are coming for lunch", she replied
"OK ill see you tomorrow" Nawaz said and closed the door behind her. His eyes fixed on her saree clad ass.
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Sonarika didn't have to be told twice, dizzily standing up and watched Nawaz sit down. She looked down to see his cock still glistening from her enjoyment of it, not believing how much she took of it. He spread his legs and the giant black cock hung waiting for its prey. Nawaz waved to her to come between and put her knees on the couch around him. Sonarika settled down on his lap and lifted up her ass to grab the black Damascus steel she had just forged in her pussy. She still couldn't get her fingers around it and struggled to guide it to her tight entry. Nawaz, not wanting to delay, took a hold of his member and gave it a few slaps against her. She put her hands on his broad shoulders and lowered herself, cooing and sharply exhaling with each inch she devoured.
Sonarika bit her lip and shook her head, "It's too big Nawaz... I can't..." Nawaz sensed her hesitation and grabbed her torso to push her down a bit more. "Oh no no no... oh god... mmm... gosh it feel so good." Nawaz bottomed out again and Sonarika rested her head on his chest. She slowly lifted and lowered herself to her delight, moaning and breathing deeply. Nawaz could feel the tightness of her pussy milk his cock from within, but still wanted to take matters into his own hands. Moving them from her waist, Nawaz's enormous hands palmed both of Sonarika's cheeks and pulled them open. The rush of an open asshole invigorated her as she felt Nawaz's finger reach well into her ass crack.
Nawaz, well aware of how easily he could grip her ass, began to rock her back and forth on his cock. Relieved of her duty to grind, Sonarika straighted her back and tossed her hair back, submitting to the strong black hands guiding her to ecstasy. "That's right baby girl, just like that." Nawaz closed his eyes and rested his head, feeling her soft white ass in his palms as he squeezed, pulled, and pushed them to his volition. Sonarika's eyes were closed and only briefly opened to show Nawaz that they were rolling back in ecstasy. His gaze shifted down to see her beautiful rounded breasts undulating to his whims, he couldn't resist squeezing the hanging sweet fruit and sucking on her luscious pink nipples. With a gentle bite, Sonarika couldn't contain herself any longer and squirted all over Nawaz. Nawaz smirked as he saw the look on Sonarika's shocked face.
"Oh my god, that's never happened before!" She whispered loudly.
"That's cuz you've never been fucked like that, with a finger in your ass" Nawaz chuckled as he gingerly tossed her aside while he stood up. "You keep cumming like that and you're gonna get dehydrated." He looked down at her, the sight of a used little white slut splayed over his couch. "I'll get ya some water." Sonarika didn't respond and Nawaz looked back as he went to the kitchen. She had a dazed look on her face. "Thanks... Nawaz." Sonarika managed to sigh out, gaining her composure as she sat up on the sofa. Nawaz returned with a glass of water and held it out to her. She looked up at him, admiring how large his dick was still. She took a swig of the water to parch her dry mouth. "Where did you learn to fuck like that?" Sonarika asked, incredulously. Nawaz smiled toothily.
"Let's just say I've been in quite a few tight places and had to learn a thing or two." He laughed and gave her a sly wink. As he winked, the doorbell rang and Sonarika jumped at the sound. Nawaz's face contorted in slight confusion as he looked towards the door. He looked back at Sonarika to see a look of guilty horror on her face.
"Nawaz! Who could it be?!" She pleaded. Nawaz looked down at his watch.
"I don't know who would be here at this hour. I might have to go take a look." He tried to calm her down. Sonarika began gathering her clothes. "Now hold on a minute, I can just check and send them off. You can relax."
"What if it's daddy?" Sonarika panicked. "He can't find me here like this!" She continued to put her saree back on.
"The way he drank tonight, he ain't waking up til at least noon." Nawaz managed to laugh to himself. "Look, just have a seat," He put his shirt on, "Don't worry." Sonarika sat back down on the leather couch and cautiously looked around as Nawaz left for the foyer.
Nawaz opened the door and saw it was his driver. He told him he needed some money urgently as his father was in the ICU. Nawaz told him to wait and went in to get cash. His driver peeked inside and saw a very sexy woman was sitting on the couch.
Nawaz returned with cash and gave him. He saw where his driver was looking and said
"Well... you know how I texted you earlier saying I'd be busy this evening?" Nawaz looked in her direction before turning back to his driver and continuing. "I had that dinner with them, and just finished up dessert."
Nawaz came back and saw Sonarika was all dressed up.
"Where were we?" Nawaz smiled, having seen his driver off. Sonarika feigned a smile.
"Oh I should be going Nawaz." Sonarika excused. "Daddy is probably waking up and wondering where I went. I do have a long day tomorrow."
"What's going on tomorrow?" Nawaz asked.
"Nothing much, few of my friends are coming for lunch", she replied
"OK ill see you tomorrow" Nawaz said and closed the door behind her. His eyes fixed on her saree clad ass.
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Wow super hot marathon updates....
But only question why he is being so nice to her comparing to neha...no roughness or vulgar language pls spice up little story with that...also Sonakshi seems little inclined towards nawaz make her little reluctant .. getting her should look like getting a jackpot to Nawaz
But only question why he is being so nice to her comparing to neha...no roughness or vulgar language pls spice up little story with that...also Sonakshi seems little inclined towards nawaz make her little reluctant .. getting her should look like getting a jackpot to Nawaz