A rickshaw ride to remember – Part 1
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Submit Report (Re-edited version) Hello, my name is Shrishti. I am currently 26 years old, single, and living alone in Mumbai. I will share with you all of my wild and erotic instances that I had, so keep looking for me 😉. I am 5’5″ with a fair-skinned body, and my measurements are 34-28-36… This story is from when I was 23 years old. So, without wasting time, let’s start the story. I was wearing a black bodycon dress that was tight enough to reveal my figure and my assets, both from the front and back. I was looking so sexy in that, with cleavage visible, a round, busty ass, and white, smooth skin. Boys would have gone crazy over that, I swear. It was winter, and I was just coming from a birthday party of my very close female friend. We had fun at the party, ate together, had drinks, smoked, and did everything a party has. We danced like wild animals; you know it’s fun when no one is there to stop you from doing stuff you were always stopped from doing. We started the party at 11 pm and had the cake cutting at 12 midnight. The party lasted two more hours, and finally, we decided we were so done and decided to go home. My friends asked me if they should drop me off at home, but my independent self would never say yes to something like that, so I refused and walked down to the street, looking into my phone to book a cab. While coming to the party, I took a cab, and it was just 11 pm, so it wasn’t so late for a Mumbaikar. But coming back from it was pretty late for me; it was around 2:15 in the night, and my phone was about to die. I tried booking a cab, but because of no network, I couldn’t even turn on the app. After waiting for some time, my phone died. Now I was alone on that street, and it was empty, so no rickshaw or taxi would be there, not even standing. I walked further down the street, and at a square, I found a rickshaw guy sleeping inside the rickshaw alone. I tried to wake him up by saying, “Bhaiya! Bhaiya!” But he was deep asleep, so I had to touch him and wake him up. After a few seconds, he woke up. He couldn’t believe his eyes; I guess he was looking at me as if God had blessed him with a prized gift or something. It took him moments to realize what was going on. He was dusky with a beard and a good physical body. He was probably in his 30s. Then I asked him, “Bhaiya, XYZ ABC chaloge?” He said, “Haan, baitho.” I was so relieved that I could finally go home, but I didn’t know what was coming next. He asked me, “Itna late nahi ghumna chahiye tumhe bahar aise kapdo mein… jamana bohot kharab hai.” I was also getting bored without my phone, so I thought it was okay to start a conversation. I said, “Main party se aa rahi thi aur phone dead ho gya hai to cab nahi kar paayi… isiliye rickshaw dhundte dhundte yaha aayi.” And this was the mistake I made; he now knew I had no phone to call someone. He said, “Accha? Acchi baat hai fir to… koi baat nahi… main chhod dunga tumhe.” He adjusted his mirror to see me, and I could see what he was doing. His one hand was on his lap, and the other was on the handle, and definitely, there was a bulge in there. I said, “Bhaiya, aapka naam kya hai?” He said, “Bhaiya mat bolo mujhe, please… bura lagta hai.” (laughingly) I said, “Theek hai, 😂😂… waise, mera naam Shrishti hai.” I noticed the streets were so empty on which we were going, and also, the trees blocked the street lights’ light, so there were many dark patches on the street. The rickshaw suddenly stopped. I was thinking, “What happened?” I asked him what had happened. He said, “Shayad gas khatam ho gya hai… but check krne do mujhe.” I was a bit confused. But my drunk self thought it was exciting as I was alone with a stranger, and things could get spicy from here. I got out of the rickshaw, and he looked at me now from top to bottom. I could see his huge bulge in his pants after he saw my cleavage and thighs, all white. As I was drunk and not completely in control of my senses, I sat beside him, checking what had happened as if I understood something. I could see with the corner of my eye that he was drooling, looking at my tits, and trying to take a look inside. I guess he also lost his mind; he was high on my body, I guess. He deliberately tried to touch his shoulders to my shoulders and his palms on my open thighs. I could sense he was trying his best to resist, and I was teasing him just enough. This happened for a minute, and then he said, “Bas… bohot ho gya… ab nahi raha jaata mujhse,” and planted a kiss on my lips, holding my head with his strong hands. He kept kissing me, and I didn’t do anything about it. He was so strong. Honestly, who wouldn’t like a stranger kissing you when you are a lusty bitch? He asked me to get back in the back seat and drop those rubber curtains that rickshaws have. The lights in the rickshaw were already on. He was so horny that he pulled me towards him and kept kissing my neck and lips, and I was turned on too. The heat in my body was at its peak now; I just wanted myself to get cool by a raw, rough fuck, and I was sure he could deliver it perfectly. He said, “Saali, Kamini… kya gora badan hai tera! Aur aise randi jaise raat ko paraye mard se chudne aayi hai!” I felt those words, and I was like, “Wow, he’s like a fucking bull… strong and wild.” I just said, “Come on.. Apni customer ki sewa nahi karoge?” He made me lie down on the seat completely with my legs wide, and he rolled my bodycon till above my navel. My body was all revealed to him. He pulled down my pants and smelled it deeply. He kept it on his driver’s seat, then he took his fingers and spat on them and started rubbing my pussy. It was wet already, and now it was fucking leaking. I had never felt such manly hands on me before; I was high on lust now.