The fuse box sparked again and the whole floor went dark. I was still holding the screwdriver when her door opened down the corridor.
Rina stepped out in a thin cotton nightie that stuck to her thick thighs and heavy breasts from the humidity. She called my name low and said Sourav come help me the generator is not starting and my husband is in Durgapur till Friday. Rain hammered the windows and the air smelled like wet concrete mixed with her mustard oil hair oil.
I walked over with the torch on my phone. Her flat was hotter than the corridor. She shut the door behind me and the lock clicked hard. No lights, just the phone glow on her face. She was breathing fast. Her nipples showed dark through the wet cloth. She said the generator switch is near the bedroom just check it once.
Dark Corridor Heat
I bent near the switchboard and she came right up behind me. Her belly pressed my back. One hand slid around and grabbed my cock through the shorts like she already owned it. She said you keep looking at my chest every morning when I hang clothes do not act shy now. I turned and she yanked the nightie up over her hips. No panties. Thick black bush wet already and the smell hit me straight in the face.
I pushed two fingers into her cunt and she was dripping. She moaned loud and said harder you little bastard I have been thinking about this for weeks. I finger-fucked her standing there till her legs shook. Then she dropped to her knees on the cool tiles, pulled my shorts down, and swallowed my cock in one go. No slow teasing. She gagged herself on it, spit running down her chin onto those heavy Bengali tits. She kept saying give me that full load later but first make me choke.
I held her hair and fucked her mouth. She took it deep every time, eyes watering in the phone light. When I pulled out she gasped and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. She stood, dragged me to the bedroom, and shoved me onto the mattress. The bed creaked. Rain got louder. She climbed on top facing me, grabbed my cock, and sat down hard until her ass slapped my thighs.
Nightie On The Floor
Her cunt was tight and hot and she started bouncing like she was angry at it. Big breasts swung and I squeezed them rough. She said pinch the nipples harder yes like that my husband never does this. I sat up and bit one while she rode. Her juices soaked my balls. She kept grinding in circles then slamming down. The headboard banged the wall and she did not care.
I flipped her onto her back and pushed her knees to her chest. Her pussy opened pink and shiny. I slammed in deep and she screamed once then bit her own arm to stay quieter. I pounded her fast, the wet sound filling the dark room. She clawed my back and said do not stop even if I cry. I spat on her clit and rubbed it while I fucked her. She came hard, legs locking around me, cunt pulsing and squirting a little onto the sheet.
I pulled out, flipped her to all fours, and pushed back in from behind. Her ass was round and soft and I spanked it until the skin went red. She pushed back on every thrust. I reached under and rubbed her clit again. She was shaking and muttering filth in Bangla mixed with English, telling me to ruin her before Tapan came back. I grabbed her hips and went harder until the bed frame scraped the floor.
She reached back and spread her own ass cheeks. She said put it in the other hole I want to feel full. I spat on her tight hole, worked one finger then two, then pressed my cock against it. She pushed back and the head popped in. She cursed loud and told me to keep going. I sank in slow at first then started fucking her ass with long strokes. She reached under herself and fingered her own cunt while I used her. Sweat ran down my chest onto her back.
She Took Every Thrust
I lasted longer than I thought because the dark and the rain and her filthy mouth kept me right on the edge. She told me to pull out and feed her. I did. She turned, lay on her back with her head off the mattress, and opened her mouth. I fucked her throat like that until my balls tightened. She grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper when I started cumming. Thick ropes shot down her throat and some spilled out the sides onto her cheeks and those big tits.
She sat up swallowing what she could and rubbed the rest into her skin like lotion. Then she pushed me down again and cleaned my cock with her tongue until it got hard a second time. She said one more round in my pussy I want it dripping out of me when I walk tomorrow. I put her on her side, lifted one leg, and slid back into her cunt. It was sloppy and perfect. I fucked her slow and deep this time, grinding against her clit with every push.
She came again with her face buried in the pillow. I kept going until I filled her. I stayed inside while my cock twitched and pumped. When I finally pulled out the cum leaked down her thigh onto the sheet. She scooped some with two fingers and tasted it, then laughed quietly and said you better leave before the power comes back or the whole building will hear how loud I get.
I found my shorts in the dark. She stayed naked on the bed watching me with the phone light. She said next blackout you come straight here no screwdriver needed. I stepped into the corridor smelling like her cunt and mustard oil and rain. The lights flickered once then stayed off. I could still hear her breathing hard through the thin door.
Two nights later another cut hit around midnight. I did not wait for her to call. Her door was already unlocked. She was on the sofa in just a petticoat, legs open, rubbing herself. She said lock it and get over here I have been wet since afternoon thinking about your cock in my ass again. We did not make it to the bed that time. I fucked her bent over the sofa arm until she came screaming into a cushion. Then she made me sit and rode me reverse so I could watch her thick ass bounce and swallow every inch.
She reached back, spread herself, and told me to spank harder. I did until my palm stung. When I was close she lifted off, turned, and sat on my face so I could taste both holes while she jerked me onto her stomach. Cum landed in thick lines across her soft belly and she rubbed it in while grinding on my tongue. After that she lay on top of me sticky and heavy and said Tapan can stay in Durgapur forever for all I care.
We kept at it until the generator somewhere downstairs finally kicked on and a weak bulb glowed in the kitchen. She still did not move off me. Her fingers stayed wrapped around my half-hard cock like she was deciding whether to start round three. Outside the rain kept falling on Kolkata and the corridor stayed empty. I knew I would be back the next time the lights died, and she knew it too.