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Click hereThe cleaner got dressed and walked out of the hut. The boy came in. I looked at him with semi-closed eyes. Had he been watching the whole time? Did he want another go? I didn't care. I just wanted to sleep.
Turns out he didn't want another go. He helped me get dressed, and led exhausted staggering old me back to the dhaba and helped me on to the truck. I sat on the cheap rexine seat, leaned against the backrest and passed out.
BLAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRNNNNNN
I woke up with a start at the sound of a loud truck horn. It was daylight but there was still fog. It wasn't a dream. I was sleeping with my head on the lap of the cleaner. His hands were inside my jacket, fondling my boobs over my shirt.
"Awake?" he leered as I looked up at his face. "Want to fuck again in the back, memsaab?"
"Shut up!" the driver growled. "It's tough enough driving in this fog."
I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I looked at my watch. It was a little before 8 in the morning.
"Where are we?" I asked rubbing my eyes.
"Half an hour away from Kanpur." the driver answered, his eyes still on the road.
"Could you drop me at the airport?"
He nodded.
For the next half an hour, the cleaner kept fondling my ass and my boobs, whispering requests for a quickie. I negotiated it down to a blowjob. When the truck pulled up outside Kanpur airport, I was on my knees on the floor of the truck's cabin, with the cleaner's jizz in my mouth again. This time I swallowed.
He helped me get down from the truck, squeezing my ass one last time as he did so. The driver handed me my bags and without as much as a goodbye, drove off.
The CISF security guards wrapped in shawls outside the terminal were staring at me in confusion. It's not often that a memsaab gets off a rickety old truck. But it wasn't just that. I realized that my jacket was unzipped, and the cleaner's grimy palm prints were all over my shirt.
"Charter flights office?" I asked.
The security guards pointed me towards it. I could still make it to Meerut by noon.
- COMMENTS
smarthunk1228about 2 years agovery good story , kept it interesting by adding on the characters. simple yet filled with lust and full filling the desires of the lady. hopefully will find many more of your stories to read.
bond007zapover 2 years agoAbsolute beauty! After being reader at this site for many years, I recently started writing my past experiences. In order to gain more apt way to narrate them, I decided to read other Indian writer here who were more experienced.
Reading through your version of "Mary Jorse ..." story makes me wonder if his original story could be any better. I loved the way you build each character and put life to them through smooth connections. I didn't take single break ad enjoyed each part of your fabulous story.
You are now my favorite author and will definitely read all oher stories to improve my writing skills.
Anonymousalmost 4 years agoHi. I have re-read this story multiple times. Amazing plot with super interesting buildup and flow. Please write a sequel to this, infact a whole series...its amazing.
Also please mention something about the pregnancy risks involved as everyone is cumming inside her.
Love your work...
Please try writing your version of 'who watches the watchmen'...
Anonymousabout 4 years agoExcellent narration. The best one is old man and wife. You should get a writer's award if there was one for erotic storytelling. All your stories are fantastic. I wish you had written more as it would really be a blessing to satisfy our sexual urges through reading. Thanks, peace and love
rupanitaover 4 years agoVery erotic. Dialogues are spot on especially when the boy comments about the hairless pussy
hindianguyover 5 years agoA comment below provided the archives of the site. I can solve the final mystery for you.
Sometime during early 2000s, the scandalpoint site where the writer had posted his stories(and yes it was actually a male. Sorry if that ruined things for you), all the stories had been removed and a single message was posted on the home page. It was apparently from Mary Jorse's friend stating that the author, a man, had died a short while ago (battling apparently either cancer or HIV, I do not exactly remember. Probably cancer). Apparently his last wishes was to have the friend delete the site and shut it down.
Anonymousover 7 years agoYou sure have wow style of writing and a lusty naughty mind that just stands out. It just seems to flow to show that lust just goes on asking for more. Hope you write more good stuff soon.
swamivettealmost 10 years agoAwesome. A wonderful story in an Indian setting. This is one of the best stories I have come across. Wow. I love your style of narration. Your description of the setting is marvelous and exact in nature. Keep writing. Looking forward towards more of your stories.
