Thursday, May 2, 2013

Episode one: "The girl with no name"


















































Natasha: 
"mmmmhh...god yeah..mmmmhhh fuck ya..." as I spread my legs wider to take the cock in deeper.."aah ya ya ya...am cumminggggggg... yes right there...PLEASE harder RASHID..." I moan out and BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM as the time bomb is beating..."whats that ringing baby???" Rashid asks me in his extremely manly voice I smile "dont know baby, but shut it naa...I wana concentrate on you..." I say moaning....as Rashind fucks the shit out of me as I hear something weird and wake up with THUD...my eyes open to see the brighness of daylight, my hand on my own clit rubbing it...as I hit the alarm clock hard to shut it...."aaaaauuuuuuuu..." and rub my hands on each other...am still wearing  pantie which pretty wet. As I feel my heart beats, going at a high speed I smile to myself itting on my head and smiling stupidly at my wet dream. I get up and take 2-3 steps to see myself in the long mirror. My hair is dishevelled, make up gone, slight hang over and dress completely wrinkled..."damn Anita kaat khaajayegi agar usey pata chala ki uska gift itna achey se use hua hai...hehehehe" I say to myself and move towards washroom and remove the skirt. First the shoulders off, then pull it down slowly and pop come out my boobs...my light brown pinkish perfect nipples show off themselves and suddenly in my foggy mind I remember I was wearing  bra BEFORE I went out, where the fuck is it?? I laugh to myself as I havent gotten over my college days yet...pushing down the skirt and remove it easily "chalo at least panties to on hain..."





I smile and shake my head removing my pantie which has a wet patch in there. Its still sticky so its fresh wetness I put both the clothes in the washing machine and start the hot water for the tub. While thats getting ready I walk carrying my naked body without a shred of cloth over it. my extremely firm and naturally round 34C boobs move without the bra support as I walk outside and check my cell phone and there are so many miscalls, too many from Nisha, my closest friend from college...I message her <<oye, I thought yesterday was supposed to be girl's night out...mera bra nahi dikh raha, tuney kahin chori to nahi kar diya???>> I type in fast giggling as I take my iPhone to the bathroom...my water ready for my body. I step into it like a fragile object and immerse myself in it, keeping the phone on the side