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Rain Locked Me In With My Bossy Landlady And We Went Filthy

Rain Locked Me In With My Bossy Landlady And We Went Filthy

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I still get hard thinking about that night in Nagpur. I am not some soft guy who writes fancy shit. I work shifts at a small logistics godown near Sitabuldi and rent a single room on the first floor of an old chawl. My landlady lives right opposite across the narrow gallery. Name is Shalini. Around thirty-four, widowed, keeps her hair open most evenings, wears those thin cotton nighties that stick when she sweats. I always looked, she always knew. This hinglish rainy night sex story is exactly how she finally stopped playing games.

It started around eight. Sky went black and rain came down like someone emptied a tank. Water poured off the tin sheets and the gallery flooded in minutes. Lights flickered twice then died completely. Generator for the whole chawl was dead too. I was sitting in my lungi with a half-empty packet of biscuits when someone banged my door hard.

I opened and there she stood, torch in one hand, wet blouse already see-through. Shalini, rent is due next week she said, voice low. I told her come inside, floor is wet. She stepped in and shut the door with her hip. Smell of her wet hair hit me first, then the cheap jasmine oil she always uses. Lightning flashed and I saw her nipples poking clear through the white blouse. No bra. She caught me staring and smirked.

Your room is cooler than mine she said. Mine is leaking near the window. I nodded and gave her the only chair. She sat with legs a little open. Dark petticoat rode up. I stayed standing near the bed like a fool. Rain kept smashing the roof. She asked for water. When I turned to the bottle she came up behind me and pressed her chest to my back. Soft but heavy. Her hand slid around and cupped my cock through the lungi.

Already hard she whispered. Good. I have been watching you stroke this every night when you think I am asleep. Heat shot up my spine. I turned and grabbed her waist. She did not pull away. Instead she pulled my face down and shoved her tongue in my mouth. Tasted of paan and rain. We kissed dirty, teeth clashing, spit mixing. Her hand kept squeezing my lund like she owned it already.

Clothes Came Off Fast in the Dark

I pushed her toward the bed. She fell back and I climbed over. Blouse buttons were small and wet. I ripped two of them. Her breasts spilled out, big, brown nipples already stiff. I sucked one hard while pinching the other. She moaned loud enough that the gallery might have heard if the rain was not so crazy. Chus le saale she said, push your face in. I did. Bit the soft underpart and she arched up, grabbing my hair.

Her hands yanked my lungi down. My cock slapped against her stomach, thick and leaking. She wrapped both fists around it and stroked rough, twisting at the head the way desi aunties somehow always know. I shoved her petticoat up to her waist. No panties. Shaved clean except a thin strip. Her chut was already shiny. I slid two fingers in and she was dripping. Tight but greedy, sucking my fingers deeper.

Fuck me now she ordered. No soft talk. I spat on my cock, rubbed the head on her slit, then pushed in one long stroke. She gasped and locked her legs around my back. Her walls clenched hard. I started pounding. Bed frame banged the wall. Every thrust made her tits bounce and she kept cursing in Hinglish. Aur tez chodo, haan, maaro andar. I gripped her hips and slammed deeper. Sweat mixed with rain water still dripping from her hair.

After some minutes I pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and yanked her ass up. She braced on elbows. I spread her cheeks and saw that tight gaand winking. First I buried my face and licked from chut to hole. She pushed back hard, grinding on my tongue. Then I lined up again and rammed my lund back into her cunt from behind. The slap of skin filled the small room. She reached under and rubbed her clit fast while I fucked her like I was angry.

Power stayed off. Only lightning gave flashes of her arched back and my cock disappearing inside her. She came first with a long shaky moan, juices running down my balls. I did not stop. Kept drilling until my own load built. I pulled out at the last second and shot thick ropes across her lower back and ass. She laughed low and said next one goes inside.

Second Round Got Dirtier

We lay breathing hard for maybe five minutes. Rain still hammered the windows and the roof. She rolled over, wiped my cum with her torn blouse, then crawled down and took my half-soft cock in her mouth. Cleaned every drop, sucked the head until I thickened again. Her tongue worked the underside while she looked up at me in the dark. I held her hair and fucked her face slow at first then deeper. She gagged once but kept going, spit running down her chin onto those heavy breasts.

When I was rock hard again she climbed on top. Faced me, squatted, and sank down. Her chut swallowed me easy this time. She rode hard, hands on my chest, nails digging. I reached up and slapped her tits. She moaned louder. Thappad maro she said. I slapped again, watched them jiggle. She bounced faster, grinding her clit on my base every time she came down. The bed creaked like it would break.

I sat up, wrapped my arms around her, and thrust up to meet her. Mouth on her neck, biting. She started shaking again. I felt her cum squeeze me and that set me off. This time I stayed buried and pumped my load deep inside her hot cunt. She kept rocking slow, milking every drop, whispering randi banake choda tune. Filthy talk made my cock twitch even after I finished.

We did not sleep. Around midnight the rain slowed a bit but power was still gone. She got on all fours again and told me to use her gaand. I spat plenty, worked one finger then two until she loosened. Then I pressed the head against that tight ring and pushed steady. She hissed but pushed back. Inch by inch I sank in. Once my balls touched her chut I stayed still so she could adjust. Then I started fucking her ass slow and deep. She reached back and spread herself wider. Gaand faad de she said through clenched teeth. I gripped her shoulders and gave her what she asked. Hard strokes, full length. Her moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure. I reached under and fingered her dripping cunt while I wrecked her hole. She came again, shaking so hard I had to hold her up.

I lasted longer this time. When I finally blew I flooded her ass and kept thrusting till it leaked out around my cock. We collapsed side by side, sticky and breathing like dogs. She lit a beedi from my pack even though I told her I do not smoke inside. Shared it with me. Ash fell on her bare stomach. She laughed and rubbed it in.

Morning Light Did Not Stop Us

By four the rain became a soft drizzle. Still dark enough. She woke me by sucking my cock again. Morning wood went straight down her throat. I pulled her up, bent her over the single table near the window, and fucked her standing. One hand on her neck, other yanking her hair. She braced on the table edge and pushed back for every thrust. Cum from earlier still slicked her thighs. I lasted maybe ten minutes before dumping another load inside her cunt. She stayed bent for a while, letting it drip onto the floor.

She cleaned up with my towel, put the ruined blouse back on somehow, and tied her petticoat. At the door she turned and said next rent you pay late on purpose. I will come collect the same way. Then she left across the gallery like nothing happened. I sat on the bed smelling her on my skin and sheets. Cock still twitching.

That was three weeks ago. Power came back next afternoon. She has knocked twice since then when rain starts. Each time we go harder. Last time she brought oil and made me fist her slow before the fucking. She likes pain mixed with the pleasure. I like how she never pretends it is love. Just raw need on a wet night in this cheap chawl. My neighbors probably hear the bed but no one says shit. Rain covers most of it anyway.

I write this with my cock half hard again remembering how her gaand gripped me and how she cursed in that thick Nagpur accent while I filled her. If the sky opens tonight I already know who will be at my door. And I will not make her wait even one minute.

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