Ahmed continued fucking me like a machine without showing any signs of cumming. Then it happened… My body tensed… My back arched… My lungs swelled… This time I passed out due to the intensity of my orgasm and sheer exhaustion…
I don’t know after how long I came around. I looked around and realised I was still lying on the back seat of Ahmed’s car in the same position in which he had fucked me. The AC was now running. This greatly helped because I was so sweaty because of the sex.
I saw Ahmed was standing outside talking to someone on his phone while smoking a cigarette… I looked below and saw his cum still leaking from my pussy. So the length of his cigarette and his cum still leaking from my pussy meant only one thing.
He had finished fucking and cumming inside me not more than a few minutes ago. Fuckkkk… This guy was a real bull when it came to sex. Ahmed saw me getting up and came to me. He opened the door and grinned at me.
Ahmed said “madam you passed out like half hour ago… I thought you could handle this but I was wrong…”. I shot back “Ahmed what else did you expect? I was already tired when I met you and then you forced me to have sex three times…”.
He signalled with his eyes at his crotch and said “madam I am raring to go again if you are up for it”. I saw the tent in his pants and shrieked… I said “no way Ahmed… I need to get back home before my husband returns or I will be in serious trouble…”.
Thankfully he agreed so I used the cloth in his car and cleaned myself. I found my jeans but not my panties. I looked at him and saw him swinging my panties on his finger. He said “madam I am taking these as a memoir…”.
I sarcastically asked “Ahmed do you do this with all women after having sex with them”? He replied “madam come to my bedroom some day and see the wall… It you can count the panties hanging there then you will have your answer…”.
I realised Ahmed was just a Playboy but still he was the first man to give me an unforgettable experience today. We headed home and I decided to get down two streets before my house. Ahmed insisted dropping me at my house but I avoided by making some excuse.
I didn’t want to show him where I lived for my own reasons. Just before getting off his cab, Ahmed said “madam we need to meet again… I have a few friends who would be really interested in a hot and sexy married bombshell like you…”.
I replied “Ahmed I am not sure about meeting your friends but if you want to meet again then I am ready to think about it…”. I saved his number because I knew I wanted to enjoy more with him.
I said “Ahmed don’t call me ever. If you want to reach me then just drop me a message and I will call/ message you when it is safe for me…”. I was feeling really tired and exhausted now so I rushed home and slept.
To Be Continued…
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