Adultery - Didi is fucked by tailor Masood.

Hey this is my first attempt to write a sex story, so please send me all the feedback you can, I will try best to improve myself.

My name is Ankit and I live in Delhi, I has a sister, her name is Jyoti. This happened a couple of year ago when I was 18yrs old and Jyoti was 24. Let me tell you a little about her; she’s an absolutely bomb her figure is 36-26-38 she has an angelic face and her DD cups boobs and massive ass can even make a dead man’s cock rise in attention.

Well my sister recently got married but I heard that my Jijaji is totally useless in bed, I often heard my sister yelling from the adjacent room that you’re a “namard” and that you cant even last 2 mins after seeing me naked. So she remained frustrated for about 2 months. I guess she had many bfs in college, I often saw imported langere in her drawer (some of which aren’t available in India).
So my sister was preparing to go to the local boutique to get a dress stitched and when at the market she called me and told me “Ankit the boutique is closed, but I need this stitched urgently as I have a party to attend tomorrow,” I told her that she should go to masterjee’s show in the nearby slums. She hesitated for a moment and than agreed as it was an emergency.
About 20mins passed and I began to have thoughts that perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea to send my busty sister into a slum where men have probally never seen such a hot “maal” before. I quickly put on my clothes and rushed to the shop.

While going into the I could see her, she was wearing a really light shiffon sari where both of her heavy ass cheeks where swaying with every step. Her blouse was also really right and showed off all the counture of her breasts. I could hear dirty men comment on her. “Bhai mil jaye yeh maal bas 15mins ke liye… chut fad ke bhosda bana du”, “bhai mumme dekh iske, chus ke saara dudh pi jau saali rand ka”, I guess she was liking the attention.
She than walked into the small hut of masterji, he had a sewing machine and another small adjacent room for fitting. I knew him and he was a muslim man named Masood. He was over 6ft tall, about 45yrs in age and an absolute beast to look at. I’ve overheard some of the maids who were from here that he was famous for his sexual exploits. He had massive experience and fucked girls as young as 16 to women as old as 50. He has used his massive circumcised cock to make those girls his addicts so that they regularly visit his shack, whether they have tailoring needs or not.

So I was scared for my didi as well as curious to see what would happen. I quickly ran into a narrow ally between his shack and an adjacent house. It was full of foul smelling garbage but it was nothing compared to what I was hoping to see. I took a disgarded coke crate and positioned it under a hole in the wall from where I had a view of his shack.

My didi knocked on the door where Masood yelled at his assistant “lagta hai customer hai, darwaza khol aur dekh” he promptly opened the door and was left stunned, I bet never saw a hot Punjabi maal at his slum shop before. After a moment he said “plz come in come in. and closed the door. Masood came up and was surprised as well, I could clearly see the buldge through his Pathani Kurta. Didi showed him the plastic bag and told him that she needed the dressed by tomoro. Masood was truly a wicked man, he took on look at the dress and said that “madam there are some grave errors in measurement in this dress” didi asked if he was sure and that she had it made by a expert lady tailor. Masterji said with a wicked smile that “madam, I have been doing this work for 30yrs now, I can tell a woman’s statistics just by looking at her, and I gurantee you that the measurements are wrong,” he even went further to say that if he is proven wrong than he will give the order for free.

Didi thought for a moment and said, “masterjee aapki badi tareef suni hai, aggar aap kehte hai toh sahi hi honge,” so she agreed for a remesurement. Masterjee took her to the adjacent room where he turned on an old 100W light. He closed the curtain behind her and took a long look at her, than without saying anything he removed her pallu, didi was startled and a small gasped escaped her mouth but she didn’t say anything more as she thought that it was normal. Masterjee took one good look at her and told her “madamji aggar acchi fitting chahea toh blouse kholni padegi,” didi thought for a moment and was hesitating but Masood interjected, “madam mere paas time nehi hai, bahut se order hai, aapse pehle kisine maere sath aisa nehi kiya,” these stern words stunned didi into reality and she said “accha theek hai kholti hu,” she hesitated and reached behind her and opened the hook and took off her bra. Her bra was soaked in sweat from the overhead 100W light bulb and the fact that there was no fan there.

Masood stood there with his eyes wide open, he had probally never seen such a nice pair of boobs in a tight, expensive white bra before. They were dying to pop out. He than said very politely that madam you are very beautiful, didi could not understand his cruel intentions and smiled. Masood yelled at his assistant to run and get “special” cock from the shop near by. Now I had heard of this, its sold by criminal shopkeeper and is just regular coke with a tablet mixed in it that gives the drinker uncontrollable sex drive and stamina. Didi began to say “nehi nehi iski kya zaroorat,” Masood interjected by saying that “madam I realize that its very hot here as I don’t have a fan in this shack and as I am a professional fitter I take much more measurements than regular so it will take some time.”

The drinks arrived in the meantime and both of them began sipping from their bottles. Didi had covered her bra with her saree pallu but it left little to the imagination. Masood engaged didi in small talk by asking her about her husband, how many kids she has. Didi was amazed to learn that Masood maian has 4 wives and 10 children. She jokingly asked how does he manage and he simply replied that he’s very gifted ;-) to that didi understood the joke and smiled. Masood was an old player, he was a sly talker and didn’t look at her boobs even once to make her feel uncomfortable and perhaps change her mind.

So after chatting for 5 more minutes she got up to continue the measuring and immediately I could see that the drugs were showing their effect. She became giddy, and sweating profusely. Infact her nipples became erect and since the sweat made her bra translucent they were easy to make out. I could imagine what was going on inside her panties.

Masood was sure taking his time, he was rubbing his finger against her skin whenever get got a chance, when he was behind measuring her shoulders he was speaking the measurements right into her ears. I could have sworn that he put his cock in between her ass cheeks and rubbed it there few times. I could see that didi was completely lost, perhaps it was her horniness, her frustration of not being satisfied by her husband or the drugs but she closed her eyes and was gasping… “aaaaaaah, uhhhhh, ummmm, ufffff.” Masood realized that she had fallen into the trap now and with one swift motion he pulled the string tying up her petticoat. She didn’t even realize it and it fell to the floor, in a neat circle along her legs. I could clearly make out a big wet spot where her pussy should be on her panties.
Didi meekly realized what was happening and tried to protest but Masood quickly reached for one of her boobs and squeezed it hard. Her entire boobs didn’t even fit in his hands but she didn’t stand a chance against his iron grip. She yelled, “aaaaaaaaah dheere, dard hota hai”

Now Masood came to his real color and while heavily grouping her boobs told her “saali rundi itni acchi haath aayi maal ko jaane du, aaj toh mera lund tere fuddi ka ras chack hi lega, chahe tera rape hi kyu na karna pade” Didi somehow managed to get out of his iron hold and dropped down to pick up her petticoat, but in the meanwhile Masood had undid his salwar and while she was going down her face rubbed against his massive 12 inch black cock. She was mesmerized by its size, and by the the fact that it had two tennis ball sized testicles dangling under them. He said “saali chinal dekh kya rahi hai, pura ander dunga fir iska maza pura pata chalega tereko, fir yaha roz aayegi chudne ke liye.” Saying that he grabbed her hair and pulled it hard, didi opened her mouth to scream but instead Masood stuffed his massive cock in her mouth.

It was hard for didi to adjust the massive cock in her mouth, and I could clearly see her jaws streaching to accommodate Masood’s abnormally large cock. He kept his hand on the back of her head and began to fuck her face. Didi was clearly repulsed by the smell and size of the massive organ but the drugs he had given her earlier clearly betrayed her. The wet spot on her panty had grown so big that it almost looked like she peed herself. She was making sounds like “mmmmmph oooomp glug glug glug.” And Masood was clearly enjoying himself like a victorious warrior who is fucking his captives after a hard day’s battle. He was constantly abusing her with dirty words like “saali rundi aisa lagta hai tune kabhi muh me lund liya hi nehi hai”, “aaj dikhta hu tujhe asli chudai kisse kehte hai”, “aaje ke baad tere choot me aisa aaga lagaunga ki tera namard pati ko tu chune bhi nehi degi.”

The drugs really had taken their effect as she had stopped protesting and was sucking his cock, her one hand was on her boobs massaging her massive milk tankers above her bra and the other was inside her panties playing with her choot.
All of a sudden Mahemood pulled his lund out from didi’s mouth with a loud plop and I could see that it was coated with didi’s saliva and shining under the dim light. Masood began to pump his own cock with his hand and after 3-4 strokes groaned and deposited many thick strings of cum on didis face and boobs.

*** Please tell me what you think of the story so far, I will continue the story after your comments/ suggestions.***