burningdesirez's Blog

This is a real story from when I was new in Mumbai.

I had recently upgraded my flat and was out looking for a cupboard.

I had been told I would get great prices in a particular market. So I wentthere, alone, dressed in a tight white shirt and some denim shorts.

Unaware of the kind of the market, Iwent all blissfully, and extremely sweaty from moving my boxes and bags. Sweat was running down my ample thighs and trickling down into my cleavage. My shirt had become almost transparent from behind.

When I entered the market, I felt a gaze of at least a 1000 men on me. Since it was the peak of afternoon and it was basically an industrial area, I happened to be the only woman in that stretch.

Glancing over 2-3 shops, I entered one. A bulky guy, in his 30s, came over and gently asked to show me around. 

We went in between really narrow rows and aisles of furniture, one behind the other, bodies casually bangingwith the furniture. 

I was following him up until the end of the row. And then he stopped and turned suddenly. We bumped into each other. My breasts almost squished against pumped up chest. Our groins met and I could feel a sensation over in his side, or was it simply my imagination?? Because there definitely was a lot of sensation in my pussy.

He backed off a little out of politeness.

After seeing a good 5-6 cupboards,I finally selected one. I could feel hiseyes running allover my body, right from the curve of my sweaty neck, tobosom that was threatening to break off all the buttons of the shirt, to the curve of my butt and the hem of the shorts that cupped the butt.

"I really like this one," I said. "Tell me the final price."

"I've already told you. Can't go below that," he said sheepishly. 

"Oh c'mon! I'm sure you can do something!" I said with a hint of flirtation.

And then something happened.

In that moment, I was standing next to one of the cupboard doors.

He reached out to close it, and clearly touched my nipple, which was rock hard by that time.

His slight touch drove me mad.

It made me crave for more.

And then I did something which I was sure was going to land me into trouble.

I bent over right in front of him, pretending to find something. More than half of my boobs spilled out.

And then in that bent over position, I turned. I turned and while getting up, I rubbed my ass against his duck.

Fuck sensations, I could feel it fully erect under his loose track pants.

I got up and asked him what's the last deal he can give me.

"Let's go to the back of the store," he said in a low voice. "There are some more pieces in lower prices that might suit your needs."

With a pumping heart, I decided to follow him. There was something about that sense of purpose in his voice that told me I was going on an adventure.

The moment he opened the backdoor, I saw rows of beds stored in. By the time I could take in what else was there, he had already taken command over my lips. 

One hand over my waist, one hand over my ass, raising  my thigh to wrap around him- he was the perfectionist I didn't know I needed.

In moments he had unbuttoned my shirt and took off my bra. He bit on my nipples gently and took off my shorts. He wanted to get straight to business as we didn't have time.

I was already dripping through my pussy.

He took me on a pile of freshly wrapped mattresses that made a crunchy noise when we jumped over it.

He wasn't well endowed, but knew what to do.

He turned me over into doggy style and slowly entered me. Once he was fully in, there was no stopping him.

He went on with the energy of a horse and went on for about good 20 minutes. He asked if he could cum inside, hoping to hear a yes.

I obviously said no.

Panting, we sat there for a while.

I got up and asked," There is no other cupboard, is there?"

"You're a smart woman," he grinned.