Mumbai Call Centre Slut (Closed for slutindianwife)

[DaBigBaadWolff]

I am Rashid, 22 years old. I do many things, one of them is drive a cab for a call centre in Mumbai.
I was parked outside the call centre in the middle of the night, waiting for the last passenger to come.

 

[slutindianwife]

It was a little past 1 in the night, I hurried to the parking lot where my cab was waiting to take me home. There were huge dark clouds swimming in the sky.

I approached my cab and saw that the driver was known to me.

 

[DaBigBaadWolff]

I was stunned to see her today, my last passenger. She was in a totally see through red saree and…

In a white string bikini blouse.

My dick was rock hard in a flick.

“Good evening Ma’am.” I managed to stammer.

 

[slutindianwife]

I smiled and said,

“Good evening. How are you Rashid?”

 

[DaBigBaadWolff]

“Fine thanks Ma’am. And you?” I stammered, going to open the car door for her.

 

[slutindianwife]

“Fine thanks Rashid.” I smiled as he opened the door to the front seat.

 

[DaBigBaadWolff]

As she got into the car, I was stunned to see that the back of her blouse was just a thin string.

My dick twitched in hunger.

 

[slutindianwife]

In the rear view mirror, I saw the 3 faces behind were unfamiliar. Probably new joiners.

The rain was lashing down. 20 minutes into the ride and the trio behind said they had to get off.

Rashid pulled the car to the side by an old building and they got off.

The car moved off.

This was the first time I was going to be alone in the car with Rashid, since I had known him since a couple of odd days ago.

I looked across at Rashid, he was rugged, “OKish” in looks.

Not that looks mattered to me.

It started to pour harder.

When it rained there were a number of things I craved for.

One was a good smoke. But smoking in the company cab was not allowed.

I opened my purse and took out my pack of cigarettes and said to him,

“Mind if I smoke?”

 

[DaBigBaadWolff]

I was surprised to know she smoked.

I look at her and think…

FUKKKKK this woman always surprises me.

I never expected her to be a woman who smoked cigarettes.

But then that thought was exciting and was making her more interesting to get to know more.

I say

' I don’t mind maam. You can have a smoke!'

I add,

“Can I play music?”

 

[slutindianwife]

Rashid seemed shocked that I smoked.

I put the cigarette to my mouth.

I hunt for my lighter in my purse.

Rashid had a lighter in front of me in a second.

“Thanks. Ya, you can play music. I love music.”

I take a long puff.

 

[slutindianwife]

Rashid put on a romantic sexy song…

Bheege hot tere.

It was a sexy song.

Most guys who play this song, are thinking of fucking the woman they are with.

I almost jumped from the seat when I heard the song play.

 

[slutindianwife]

I looked at Rashid.

He looked at me and smiled.

I smiled back, nervous, knowing what was on his mind.

 

[DaBigBaadWolff]

Since the time I have seen this woman, I have thought of only one thing.

Fucking her in her every hole.

My lust for her was driving me mad.

I put the song on to let her know I wanted to fuck her.

I said…

“You like this song Ma’am?”

 

[slutindianwife]

I blush, knowing what Rashid has on his mind.

I reply…

“Yes, I love it.”

 

[DaBigBaadWolff]

“Madam you look better than heroine in picture.”

 

[slutindianwife]

I hear him and almost choke.

I burst out laughing.

I manage to say…

“Thanks.” I smile at him and continue smoking.

 

[DaBigBaadWolff]

I hear her laugh and my cock twitches.

If a woman laughs when I play this song,

It means she is willing to get fucked.

I smile at her.

 

[slutindianwife]

I glance furtively at Rashid.

He is lean, kinda rugged.

Clean shaven.

Had on a nice manly perfume.

He was really young.

20? 22?

Nice!

I knew all he had on his mind was screwing me!

Any guy who plays this song to a woman, has only this thought!

 

[slutindianwife]

Another thing I like on a rainy night is hot pakoras.

“FUKKKK, I could do with some hot pakoras.” I say looking at Rashid.

He is stunned.

Then I realize, I said the word FUKKKK.

For the next minute there is an odd silence.

 

[DaBigBaadWolff]

“Madam, if I take a 10 minute detour, there is a small dhaba where you can have hot pokoras.”

 

[slutindianwife]

“Lovely, but will that not make you late for your next pickup?”

 

[DaBigBaadWolff]

“No Ma’am? You are my last tonight!”

 

[slutindianwife]

“Great, let’s go.”

 

[DaBigBaadWolff]

I am stunned as she agrees so easily.

Surely after playing the song, she knows what I have in mind?

Still she agreed? Is she willing to get fucked?

Does it mean that?

I turn the can around in excitement.

The rain is now lashing down.

In a little less than 10 minutes we arrive at a ramshackle Dhaba. It is dimly lit and about a minutes walk in pouring rain from the road where we have to park the cab.

“Sorry Ma’am, I don’t have an umbrella and the car can’t go there. You will get wet.”

 

[slutindianwife]

I open the car door and say,

“A bit of rain won’t kill me will it?”