Mulaqat (3)

 

Fiza's Pov 

It had been a month since Wazir Sahib and I began meeting in secret. Our encounters were quiet—just sharing meals and exchanging silent looks. 

No one had caught us yet, and neither of us had crossed any physical boundaries.

 It was a strange kind of closeness. 

Today, he left early due to the upcoming elections.

 The stress had clearly taken a toll on him. He was working so hard these days, often coming to me exhausted, falling asleep with his head on my lap, or sometimes holding me in his arms.

 Despite this growing comfort, I had insisted on sleeping in my own room. Though the bed was bigger now, allowing us to sleep together, I still feared getting caught if I moved to his room.

"Yeh saare samaan ki vidhi hai. Ek bhi cheez bhulna mat," Zarine aunty said, handing me a list of groceries to buy.

 The items were from a specific market a little further away, and I nodded, picking up my small brown tote bag as I prepared to head out.

"Assalamualaikum Fiza Bibi," the driver uncle greeted me as I stepped outside.

"Walikum assalam," I replied respectfully.

"Aap koi kahi jana hai toh hum ke chalte hai," he offered, gesturing toward the expensive car parked nearby.

"Nahi Baba, hum bus se chale jayenge. Aap taklif na kare," I said, declining politely.

"Yahi to humara kaam hai Fiza bitiya. Aur hume aapki madad karne ke aadesh mile hai," he teased, a knowing smile spreading across his face.

"Kisne kahan hai aapka Baba?" I asked, feeling my heart quicken.

"Chote Sahib ne," he said, making my heart flutter and a blush rise to my cheeks. 

Wazir Sahib had gone out of his way once again to ensure I was well taken care of. The thought sent warmth rushing through me.

"Hum unse keh denge Baba. Aap chinat na kare. Ab hum chalte hai," I said, smiling brightly as I hurried away, my cheeks still burning. 

Behind me, I heard him chuckling as he likely informed Wazir Sahib about my whereabouts.

I boarded the bus, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. 

The market trip went by in a blur as I purchased all the necessary items, but by the time I reached the bus stop on the way back, the weather had changed drastically.

 Dark clouds filled the sky, and a heavy rain had started to pour, soaking my saree and making my hair stick to my face.

As I waited for the next bus, I overheard a few women nearby.

"Itni mehngi gaadi," one of them commented, her eyes fixed on something behind me.

"Aur munda bhi ek dum sohna hai veere," the other one added, almost drooling over the sight of whoever they were talking about. I rolled my eyes, trying to focus on my phone instead.

"Ya Allah! Yeh toh yahi aa rha hai!!" one of the girls shrieked suddenly, startling me. I moved back instinctively, only to collide with a firm chest.

"Ya Allah, Noor," a deep voice said, making my heart jump in recognition. 

"Apni halat toh dekho. Puri bheeg gayi ho. Thand lag jayegi. Idhar aao," Wazir Sahib scolded me gently, wrapping me in his warm shawl without a second thought.

I stood there, dumbstruck, as he fussed over me like I was a child. 

His scent surrounded me, a mix of rain and his usual cologne.

 He looked unbelievably handsome, his wet hair clinging to his forehead, his features even more striking in the rain.

"Chalo ab. Aaj baarish nahi rukne wali," he said, guiding me to his sleek black car. 

Once inside, he turned on the heat, and I immediately felt the warmth seep into my chilled skin.

"Tumhare liye biryani hai. Khaa lo," he said, handing me a hot packed meal. The gesture was so thoughtful, it brought tears to my eyes. 

He was always taking care of me in small, yet meaningful ways.

As I unpacked the biryani, I couldn't help but feed him too, offering him bites with my own hands. 

The act felt intimate, almost natural, as if we'd done this a thousand times before.

"Aapko kaise pata hum yahan hai?" I asked, my eyes lingering on his side profile. The wet kurta clung to his muscular frame, highlighting his strong arms as they moved effortlessly on the steering wheel. His beard framed his face perfectly, and those pink lips of his—it was impossible not to notice how attractive he looked.

"Aapka picha kar rhe the, Noor (beautiful)," he teased, his eyes glinting mischievously. 

I laughed, lightly punching his bicep, feeling the playful tension between us ease.

"Hum kahaan jaa rhe hai?" I asked, glancing out at the unfamiliar roads.

"Humne ek zameen kharidi hai. Wahan paint ka kaam dekhna hai, bas fir haveli hi chalenge," he explained, and I nodded, understanding that this was just a quick detour before heading back home.

We arrived at a small, cozy hut nestled in an isolated area, surrounded by lush greenery. It was simple but had a certain charm. 

We both got out of the car and entered inside. The space was warm and inviting, with the smell of wood and earth filling the air.

Wazir Sahib got busy on a call, discussing some details about the interior work. 

I wandered around the small room, taking in the peaceful surroundings. Standing near the window, I watched the rain continue to fall outside, my mind wandering.

Soon, I felt his presence behind me. His lips brushed against my neck as he whispered, "Kya soch rahi hai aap?" His voice was low, filled with a quiet intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

"Bas yuhi," I stammered, feeling my breath catch in my throat.

"Hume laga hamare baare mein soch rahi hai aap," he murmured, his lips grazing my earlobe as he slowly unwrapped the shawl from around me. Our eyes met, and in that moment, the air between us thickened with unspoken desire.

He threw the shawl away and grab the back of my neck and held me closer in one sudden moment. 

"Wazir sahib" I gasped feeling him so close. 

"Meri Fiza" he murmured and smelled me like I was his oxygen. My body tingled feeling his beard and I felt his hard rod poking my stomach. 

He caressed my bare waist and his dark eyes met mine. 

"Aa jane ki zid na karna." He said pointing to the song we listened yesterday and  seductively caressed my cheek with his one finger. 

My breathe increased and strange kind of wetness pooled between my hole. 

"Humhari baaho aanhein barhti hu itni haseen lagti ho tum Fiza" he said in a daze and we heard the rain starting in background making our closeness more thrilling. 

"Iss barrish ki tarah aa tum bhi apna keher daah toh mujhe par fiza" he said lowering me to the khaat placed nearby in under furnishing living room of hut. 

"A-- aap aaj hume...." I couldn't find words clearly understanding where our closeness and lust was heading.

"Han fiza. Aaj tum aur mai, ek jism do jaan ho jane doh. Mujhe tum mei sama Jana hai meri Fiza" he kissed my palm and travelled the kisses till my wrist then to my whole hand and stop right beside my lips. 

I had goosebumps from our intimacy and when his dark eyes met mine, i forgot the world and attached our lips. 

We both moaned in kiss and he started devouring my mouthing like a hungry lion. 

"Ummm ummm" I kept on moaning and he had my blouse opened. The bra was out too and he laid me on khaat while he hovered over me. 

I shyly covered my big boobies because they were huge unlike others. But he held my both hand above my head, locking them.

 "Yeh mere liye hi Bane hai jaan." He said and fondle them making me jump from his touch. 

"Ab roj inhe chusunga mai. Ummmm....itne sundar aur bade hai tumhare chuche fiza. Mera lund aur sakht ho gaya hai inhe dekh kar" he said making me blush. 

"Aap bhi na Sahib" I said and moved my head away while he fell over me and kissed my whole face and left hickey over my neck. 

"Aaj Puri raat chikna hai tumhe fiza mere liye. Tumhari yeh pure badan ko apna bana lunga Mai" he said rubbed his clothes cock over me. 

"Mera kurta utaro." He ordered in his dominant tone and I started removing his clothes. 

"Ummm ahh wazir sahib ummm dheere se chusiye ahh" I moaned when he latched on my nipples like a hungry wolf. 

"Ummm ahhh wazir sahib ahhh" I kept on moaning but he didn't let me breathe and sucked both nipples giving proper attention. 

"Ahhh fiza ummm tumhe peit se karke ummm tumhara dudh piyunga mai jaana" he gritted his teeth and licked my sensitiviti nipples. 

"Ahhhh ummm bas kijiye ahhh aur kitna chusyenge inhe ahh ahh" I kept on moaning and he landed a sudden slap on my pussy covered with underwear. 

"Inhe chus chus ke bada kar dunga aur mai fiza. Tumhare bra ka size bhi bada ho jayega aur inme se mere liye dudh bhi le aayunga" he slapped my pussy again and I jolted 

"Abhi toh tumhari chut ki pyas h mere lund ko" he smirked and removed my underwear while I laid on khaat at his mercy. 

He looked at my pussy with all the attention while i tried to close my legs but he opened them wide. 

"Mujhse kab tak chupogi meri jaana. Aaj toh yeh chut mere lund ki deewani banegi" he said and kissed my whole pussy. 

"Ummm itni geeli ho gayi ummm abhi se hi. Mere lund ke liye puri randi ban rhi ho jaana tum" 

He started licking me and I was moving like a fish over khaat but he his huge muscled arm held me down on khaat. 

"Ahhhh ahhh ohhh ahhh wazir sahib ahh. Kuch ho raha hai ahhh ahhh" i gasped feeling very different sensation 

"Aane doh meri Fiza. Mujhe tumhara paani chakna hai meri jaana. Ummmm nikal do apna ras meri muh mei ummm ahhhh" he licked like an ice cream while my whole body shook and I released something on his mouth. 

"Ahhhh wazir sahib ummm" he suddenly inserted one of his finger inside me and it burned me. 

He chuckled, "ek ungli bhi nhi le paa rhi ho. Lagta hai pura Lund hi dena hoga tumhe, kyuki ab intezar nhi hoga humse" 

"Jo karna hai kare ahhhh hume bas apna bana le aap" i said desperately and he kissed me passionately. Our tongues collided and I tasted saltiness in his mouth. 

He raised his body above me and removed his last piece of clothing. I saw his bulged muscles flexing and his huge being cock standing erect. 

"Itna bada" I said in shock

"Han jaana. Aur yeh tumhara andar Jake shaant hoga ab" he said and massaged his cock. 

"Hume dar lag rha hai wazir sahib." I said feeling him rubbing his mushroom top, coating it in wetness of my cunt. 

"Thoda dard hoga bas. Fir bhot acha mehsoos hoga jaana" he said and sealed my mouth with his kiss. 

He slowly inserted his rod like dick in me. It felt soft at first but then he gave a heavy push and I screamed in his mouth. 

"Ahhhhh" i muffled the scream

"Unmmmmmmm" he groaned

"Maaf karna jaana ahhhhhh mera lund ahhh andar nhi jata ahhh agar mai Dhaka nhi deta toh umm ahhh" he grunted feeling his cock choked in my grip

"Ahhhh wazir sahib ummm ahhh bhot dard ho raha hai ahhh" I cried while he pinched my nipples and murmured lovely things in my ear. 

He started moving in and out and said,"ahhh fiza ummmm ruka nahi ja rha hai tumhari chut maarne se ahhh ohh ahhhh"

Skin slapping sounds filled the room and barish sounds made the whole aura erotic. He pounded in me like a madman. 

"Itni tight ho tum ahhh mera lund toh dub Gaya ahhh meri jaana ahhhh mera lund daba dia tumne chut se ahhhh ahh" his words were huffd and my whole body was feeling electric jumps from his thrusts. 

His huge cock was touching deep insides of me that I never knew existed. 

"Ahhh bhenchod tumhari chut ahhhh mere lund ka maal nikal degi ahhh ahhh" he growled and kissed my lips, biting them also. 

I had cummed two times in his arms feeling this new energy of him in me. 

I tried to close my legs from his unending pounding in my chut but he noticed. 

"Taange kholo apni ahhhh Aaj toh pura daalunga mai tumhare andar ahhhh tumhari chut ko apni raand baanuga ahhhh" his madness new no bounds as he keep on going in and out of my small hole. 

"Ahhhh ahhh dekho apni chut ko ahhh mera pura Lund geela kar dia ahhhh" He growled against my ear, his breath hot and his fingers possessive on my skin. 

My cunt gripped his cock tightly ready to release again from his thrusts. 

"Ahhh wazir sahib dheere ummmm ahhhh aap bhot andar tak Dhaka de rhe hai ahhh" I said in stammering feeling him deep inside me and he was not even getting tired. 

Every muscle in his body was tense, and I could feel every inch of his strength against me.

"Yeh pura tumhare liye hai Fiza ahhh ahhhh meri randi ahhhh madarchod ummm ahhh sapne me bhi nhi socha tha itni achi ahhh naram chut ho gi tumhari ummm ahhhh"

His hand gripped my waist possessively, pulling me flush against his hard body. 

"Ahhh andar tak le meri raand ahhhh apne sahib ko khush Kari apni chut se aur cheekho se ahhh ahh ohhh ahhh" He growled against my nipple, his breath hot lingering on it. 

My eyes rolled back I felt my stomach ready to release again like a shameless person on for him. 

"Phir se mera lund jakd lia tumne ahhh meri raand ahhhh kar do mera lund geela firse ahhh ahhhh" He pounded, his dark gaze meeting hers with an intensity that left her breathless.

With a yell and shook in my body I shattered to cream his cock and he increased his speed made it long-lasting. 

He laid me down on khaat and used his hanky to clean his cock that had now a trail of blood on it. He held me easily in his arms and made me sit near his leg. 

"Mera muh me le ahhh pura muh me leke chus raand ahhhh ahhh pura geela kar isse ahhh thuk daal apna ahhh ahhh" His voice was a controlled growl and he pushed my head down to his hard dick. Wrapping his hand around my long hair. 

"Bhot bada hai wazir sahib ahhhh gwak gwak mere muh me nhi Jaa rha ahhhh" i choked badly on his long thick shaft and coughed. 

"Jayega jaana ahhh ahhh chus isse ahhhh mera mota lund pura le ahhh ahhh teri chut bhi marunga abhi isse ahhhh ahhh bhenchod ahhh" His hand rested on my head, a grounding touch that made me feel completely surrounded. 

I have my best to make him satisfy and he was grunting and hips thrusted upwards to take more of my mouth. 

In one Swift moment, he held me above his cock in and thrusted his cock in me, making me sit on it. 

"Ahhhh ahhhhh ahhh wazir sahib ahhhh mera ched ahhhh aap jor se kar rhe hai ahhh ahhhh" i cried feeling his fast pounding. 

"Ab nhi ruka jaa rha hai ahhhh ahhh fiza pura andar lo isse ahhhh ahhhh" he said losing his control and his eyes were shut. His hand splayed against my back, strong and unwavering, drawing me closer.

"Tumhara Chota ched ahhhh mere mote lund ka maal lenga ahhhh aur mootegi bhi mere lund par ahhh ahh pura lo andar ahhh" His lips left a trail down her jawline from backwards, his breath hot against her skin.

"Ahhh nahi wazir sahib jaa...ne de mujhe ahhh ah...h mujhe bat...hroom jaa..ne de ahhh ahhh" I tried to free myself from him but he held me closer. 

"Ahhhh ahhh nahi nahi jaana ummm ahhh mera lund tumhare liye hi hai ahhh moot do iss par ahhh jaana" as if he had lost his mind, he kept on fucking me till I lose my mind and control over my own body and senses. 

"Na...hi  na...hi ahhhh wazir sahib ahhh jaane de ahhh ahhh mera aa rha hai ahhh chor...de mujhe." Persuading him was a task that I failed and in seconds I could feel like exploding my squirt. 

"Nhi nahi jaana mere lund par hi moot doh ahhhhh jaana ahhhhh" his fingers reached my clit and he rubbed it to and from making my legs lost all the control that was left. 

"Ahhhh wazir sahib ahhhhhh" I yelled and my face turned red while I showered a lot of my squirt water. 

"Ahhhh meri jaana esse hi moot doh mere upar jaana ahhh pura jharna nikalti diya tumne ahhhh" he sounded happy and his fingers moved non stop to make me squirt till it ended. 

After 3 hours of our session, I felt like sleeping and my body was ready to shut from brain blasting orgasms. 

"Mai thak gayi wazir sahib ahhhhhh" I said in a whisper.  

"Puri raat chodunga tumhe jaana. Ummm ahhhh Aaj mere lund ki chaht hai tumhare nadar rhena." His gaze held hers, filled with a hunger that made my pulse quicken. 

"Aur kudo jaana ahhh ahhh mere lund ka maal dunga tumhe jaana ahhhh hilao yeh pichwade mere liye ahhh ahhh" I shook my ass to take his long shaft in my small hole. 

He leaned in slowly, his breath warm as it connected out lips in a hot kiss, changing saliva. 

"Aahhh wazir sahib mere andar hi aahh kar denge kya ahhh ahhh" I asked breaking the kiss. 

"Haa jaana ahhhhh tumhari chut me hi jayega yeh paani ahhhh" He leaned towards my hanging bouncing boobs, his breath warm as it brushed over my nipples to kiss them and suck them. 

"Tumhe peit se kar dega ye paani ahhh meri jaana ahhh" I could see the tension in his jaw as he fought to stay in control but his dick throb in my chut making me moan. 

"Tum mere bache ke ammi banogi fiza ahhhh ahhh tunhara dudh piyunga mai jaana ahhh ahhh roj tumhari chut maarunga ahhhh" His voice came out in a low, restrained whisper, barely concealing the need beneath. I gasped feeling other knot forming in my stomach. 

He pounded in sloppy laps as I shook also to release on him. 

"Mera lund ahhh tumhare liye jhadne wala hai ohhh ahhhhh ahhh fizaaaaa!!!!" he murmured, his tone thick with emotion.

His thrusts turned faster and his teeth gritted and fingers pinched my nipples 

"Ahhhhh sah...ib abhhhh" i huffed and he hugged me from back.  I cummed again and he felt his load in my cunt. 

"Yeh lo mera garam ras ahhhhh tumhari chut se behe rha hai meri pyari raand." His hand tightened around my waist, his grip strong on me. 

I felt his hot cum in my chut and it was so much that it was flowing out of my chut. He pushed his cock back inside me and laid down with me on khaat. 

His thumb traced slow circles on my back, a touch both tender and charged. 

"Aaj yahi rhenge. Mai haveli par khabar kr dunga" he said and I had my eyes closed from tiredness. 

He kissed my forehead and we took rest for few hours. Because my wazir sahib couldn't control himself and started thrusting his cock in me again in midnight. 

Whole night was spend like this. I was filled with his cum many times. And he sucked my boobs talking about getting milk from them soon. 

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