He had my tits out of my bra cups and was going mad with animalistic abandon after them. He was biting my nipples and skin more than he was sucking them.
He had my dress pulled up to my waist and his stiff prick was trying to find its way home. Thank fully my panties were in the way and he was not able to get around them.
But still his hard prick was hurting me really bad. I had already told him a few times by now to be gentle but that did not help. I had visible teeth marks on my neck, chest and tits.
I decided that enough is enough. I tried pushing him off but he was too heavy and in a world of his own. I finally mustered all my energy and using my hands and legs together, I gave him one final hard push sideways.
He fell to the ground with the center table and wine cart going in different directions and he landing on his back hard. I stood up correcting my clothes and still saw the animalistic lust in his eyes.
His huge rock hard cock was menacingly throbbing with every breath he took. I yelled at him so loudly that all the neighbours would have easily heard it.
This shook him out of his world bringing him to the present. I shouted “you fucking bastard, is this how you treat a woman”? He said “I am sorry Anita. I don’t know what came over me”.
I said “I am sure you would have been no different with your own wife. I am happy she passed and her suffering ended”. By now his doorbell rang.
I corrected my clothes one final time before answering it. Both my sons and few other people from the colony were there looking worried. My elder one said “mom we heard you shout loudly”.
I said “its ok now dear”. A lot of people had collected outside by now. Before leaving I turned to him one final time, he was still trying to pull his clothes back on.
I said “you don’t even deserve to be a fucking doormat. Don’t even dare to come within twenty feet of my family or I will have you arrested and screwed for life”.
Without waiting for his answer I stormed out with my children. I got back home and told my children that Jaggu had some mental disorders and he took his frustration out on me.
There is no way I could have told them the literal truth. Then we retired to our rooms. I checked my cellphone and saw the most impossibly absurd message from Prakash.
It read “when did you start drinking scotch darling”? I did not know whether to laugh or to cry reading his message. I took a close picture of the bite marks on my neck and breasts and sent it as a reply to him.
To be continued….
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