Literotic asexstories – The Complete Turnaround Pt. 01 by iamthemaster,iamthemaster
NOTES: All characters mentioned in this story are above 18.
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THE COMPLETE TURNAROUND
“Please don’t go.” Samar held her hand from behind.
“I’m sorry, but it’s not possible for me to stay with you anymore.” Priyanka wiped her tears and tried to take his hands off.
“Please, Priyanka, I’m sorry; please just listen to me.” Samar is hoping for an opportunity to clarify things.
“Please, Samar, just let go of my hands,” she requested.
“Please give me a chance to explain myself?” even though he had nothing left to explain.
Priyanka turned around, looked into his eyes, frowning mouth with eyes and eyebrows, angry as a bull from inside, but somehow managing to stay composed, and asked him politely, “I don’t want your fucking explanations?”
Samar roared, “DON’T ACT LIKE A CHILD, PRIYANKA”
“What the fuck did you just say?” she asked.
Samar, dazed, considered how to handle the issue and asked again. “Look, this has just happened; what should I do now?”
“What do you mean, IT HAPPENED? That slut who slipped over your dick? Or your dick walked into her cunt?” she mocked.
“Watch your language!” yelled Samar.
“Throughout these years, you treated me like a slut, yet I did all you wanted of me without hesitation,
I played multiple personas [teacher-student, businessman-secretary, doctor-nurse, nurse-patient] while wearing various outfits and cosmetics,
In the middle of the storm, I went on a long drive with you on your motorcycle, wearing nothing but a see-through raincoat,
On my first day of a new job, you face-fucked me and forced me to wear your cum all over my face and hair,
You treat me like animals [cats, dogs]. I crawled around the house naked, peed on all fours like a dog,
After 12 hours of grueling nightshift, I got fucked and took your cum into my pussy, then on all fours, I positioned myself as a table while you watched 9.5 hours of the India-Australia cricket match.
Yet all those weren’t enough for you that you had to sleep with that slut, even on our martial bed?” Priyanka listed.
“But you never liked incest,” Samar complained.
“Are you a fucking lunatic? That’s the reason you slept with that slut?” She was able to rescue her hands, laugh with tears streaming down her cheeks, grab the handle of the trolley, and begin walking.
“You know, you’ll never be able to come back here if you cross that door right now.” Samar forewarned.
“You know what? Just go to hell, you pervert.” Priyanka flashed her middle finger and went past the door, closing it on her way back. When she shut the door, she heard a vase hit the door. She became terrified and covered her ears with both hands.
She opened her eyes and sprang out of bed, panting like a hound, sweat dripping down her whole body. She realized her room was totally empty. She sighed. Same fucking dream again she thought to herself.
Priyanka was 29 years old, slim, tall enough, fair, with a diamond-shaped, extremely lovely face, medium-length hair to her upper back, and moles behind her left ear, right tit, and right-hand wrist. Her stats were 32C-30-34, 5.5′, 56kg, orphan; because her parents died in a bus accident when she was 11 and her grandmother died 3 years ago, she still works as a nurse in a private nursing home.
After her divorce, she refused to claim alimony from his cheater husband, despite his modest salary. Although her lawyer advised that she may claim a third of his property in a lump sum or a quarter of his present earnings in monthly instalments, Priyanka might have claimed the house as well, which she and Samar co-borrowed.
Instead, she simply asked the court to terminate her EMI payments on her former property, allowing her to live a meaningful life, and she was able to purchase a 3BHK flat in Newtown on a home loan of Rs. 45 lacs. She had rented out her two-bedroom apartment, which was covering her current EMI, and she was managing herself in a single room. She had also withdrawn a proportion of the deposited funds from the joint account and invested them in mutual funds.
It’s been more than 16 months since the tragedy, yet she still has the same dream nearly every morning. She took the water bottle off the bedside table, drank some, and then looked at her phone, which was lying near her. The time was 7:15 a.m. Priyanka slept all of the night naked due to her stressful long hours of work, and it had been her habit since when she was with Samar, he always demanded that she sleep naked after sex.
She parted her covers and stepped out of the bed. As soon as her foot touched the floor, the cold air rushed up her warm legs, giving her goosebumps. She stood up, disregarding the fact that she was naked, avoided wearing anything, and walked towards the balcony, which was on the opposite side of the bed. She gathered her hair and twisted and coifed it at the back of her head while doing so. She had heard in the hospital that this bun style looked quite sexy with her saree.
Her balcony featured a full-length sliding French door with curtains that led from her left bedroom wall to the kitchen island. As soon as she got close, she grabbed the drapes and casually split them as she strolled to the end. The sun doesn’t generally shine so early in the morning in the winter, but the light was sufficient–more than enough for the entire world to view her nakedness, especially for the occupants of the opposite and adjacent flats.
She took the juice package from the island corner, sipped it, and stood there to glance out the window. Fortunately, there were no signs of humans. She decided to take a hot shower before getting ready for work after a few minutes of enjoying the environment.
She walked in and controlled the flow of cold or warm water. Then, without further ado, she jumped straight in. She smirked as she looked at herself in the mirror before entering the entirely glass shower stall. The water felt wonderful and warm. It stroked her weary skin, kneaded her breasts and stomach, and tickled slightly as it ran down the length of her legs.
She took a deep breath as she felt the heat stream between her legs and touched her perfectly shaved pussy. She closed her eyes and recalled her previous dreamy evenings of love. She could feel a pounding sensation deep inside her. Then she reached for the soap and began rubbing her entire body with it, inhaling the pleasant scent.
She was soon covered from head to toe in slick soap. Her fingers glided across the whole surface of her body. She caressed both of her ample tits, the nipples hardening against her palms as she considered how ideal they were for her structure. She contemplated how solid they were as she gently squeezed them, recalling all the praises she had got about them, as well as the crude comments from perverted males on the road, metro, or in the hospital.
Her hands moved downward over her flat, hard abs and tight tummy. She then rubbed the soap into her skin, not skipping a bit. Her hands ran behind her firm, tanned ass. She giggled as her hands massaged the two parts, not exactly the same sensation as people’s hands give when they touch or squeeze in public or at a hospital.
Her hands then ran towards her pussy through her thighs and groin area. Finally, the clit. She groaned and closed her eyes as her soapy fingers caressed her luscious, sensitive lips. “Ohhhh.”
She chose to try out something different. As she opened her eyes and picked out the showerhead, positions the water stream directly to the external portion of the clit and moved the stream around to the surrounding regions. It easily led her to moan loudly, and she is a loud moaner. Then she attempted every circle motion, sometimes up and down, sometimes side to side, while squeezing and squeezing her both boobs one by one.
After about a minute, she began to jolt as her orgasm started to rise. She began groaning louder and louder, despite the fact that her voice was broken by her heavy breathing. Her clit retracted under the hood and got shorter while her breathing became faster, and her uterus and pussy constricted at the same time as her orgasm hit her.
As she became weak on her legs, the showerhead slid from her grasp and dropped to the floor. Meanwhile, her soap foam had fully washed away. She held on to the towel holder in some way to keep herself in place. She regained consciousness after a few seconds and took a long, deep breath to relax her muscles. It was the most intense orgasm she’d had in a short period of time since her divorce.
She wiped herself off, put a towel over her hair to dry it, and carefully stepped out of the restroom naked. She went straight to the kitchen after passing the bed and cooked an omelet, bread toast, and some orange juice for breakfast.
While eating, she took out a white laced see-through non-padded underwire bra, a U-neck princess cut navy-blue half sleeve blouse, a solid white cotton mermaid-fit low-waist petticoat, which had an elasticated waistband with drawstring closure, and a solid white with a dark-navy-blue-border from her closet. She always wears a Bindi as the cherry on top, and on this occasion; she went for her Navy-blue Micro Bindi and Oxidized-Silver-Plated-Classic-Drop Earrings. But decided to go commando and skipped the panty.
Then she combed her hair into a bun, wore her saree, packed her lunch, locked the door, picked up the newspaper, greeted the security guard, and then took an auto-rickshaw to the metro station. She read that newspaper while riding the train to her final stop. The hospital was three minutes’ walk from the metro station, which she arrived at on schedule at 9:30 AM.
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