Dear Readers,
This is a continuation of the earlier "Simran Bua" episodes.
This is a stand alone story. But for those who have not read the earlier episodes, you might also like to read the earlier chapters Simran Bua 1 to 3 for better continuation.
Happy reading....
Simran Bua - 4
“What is the time ?” Simran suddenly stirred.
I woke up startled. Ohh, I must have dozed off lying on Simran’s chest. I was lying face down on Simran's breasts, my head resting on one of her big but soft boobs. One of my arms went over her front shoulder and rested on the pillow beside her head. The other hand rested with my palm on her other boob. Ohh shit ! So embarrassing ! I removed my hand in a hurry from her breast. Simran noticed it and gave a chuckle.
I sat up hurriedly. Since I was lying on Simran's breasts face down, when I sat up, I was actually sitting on her big stomach. straddling her like I was sitting on a horseback. I was sitting facing her. When I looked at Simran's face, I saw a heavenly smile lit up her face.
“You look so cute dear. Looking like a baby sitting on his mummy’s stomach.” Simran was chuckling happily.
I started to get off her stomach. Simran caught me around my waist. “Where are you going honey ? Baitho na mere upar. Achha lag raha hai. Sit here, on me. I'm liking it.”
Simran stretched her long hand and squeezed my cheeks. “Suno na…tum karlo na mujhsey shadi. Listen, please marry me. Now that I have met you, I cannot live without you.”
I took one of her solid wrists in my two hands. Her hand itself was so heavy. I took her fingers up to my lips and kissed them lightly. Her fingers were so thick and long and soft. I looked at her eyes and said, “We have already discussed this dear. Give me some time. Let me think about how I will inform my parents. Please understand my problem.”
Simran sat up. Since I was sitting on her stomach, I fell back. Her legs were outstretched, so I found myself lying on her fat thighs. My legs went around her waist and extended behind her onto the bed. I was lying on her lap like when a mother puts her baby on her lap and gives him a body massage with oil or baby powder. Simran smiled down at me, placing her big hand on my stomach. I was apprehensive lest she starts tickling me. But she didn't. She said, “Chalo ghumne chalte hain. Come, let's go out. Let me take you for a ride on my motorbike.”
“Motorbike”? I asked. “Motorbike or Scooter ? Do you ride a motorbike ?”
Simran laughed out, “Why ? Why do you ask ? Because I'm a woman ? What should women ride ? Only Scooters and Scooties ? Come I'll show you.”
She pulled me up. Since I was lying on her thighs, when she pulled me, I came up right against her breasts.
She put her left hand behind my back and just held me there against her breasts. It was a strange feeling for me. Sitting on Simran's big fat thighs facing her, with her legs outstretched and I was sitting on her lap with my legs around her waist. My upper body was literally pressed against her upper body.
She put one arm under my bottom and she herself got off the bed. When she stood up, I found that I was sitting on her hips with my legs wrapped around her midsection. My arms were draped around her neck.
It is odd, isn't it ? Now, come to think of it, I am not exactly a small boy to be carried around in the arms of a middle-aged woman. Although with my 5’3” height I am actually a short guy even by Indian standards. Also my 63 kgs is not so much of a weight, especially compared to her 120 kgs. But look at this 42 year old village lady. She is carrying me, a 40 year grown up adult man around on her hips as if I'm her 8 year old son. Yet it seems so easy for her. This 6’3” and 120 kgs huge woman was just toying with me in her arms and on her lap. And why not ? This woman is a full one foot taller and 57 kgs heavier than me.
All this was a dream come true for me. I couldn't tell anybody all these years, but how I fantasised to have a huge tall Amazon of a girlfriend or wife, who would easily carry me around the house like I'm a little boy. And I would just love to be dominated by her, physically I mean. Strange ? Isn't it ? But this is how I am and this is what I have been crazy about all my life. Who would have imagined that I would ultimately find my dream woman in this faraway northern Indian village town.
Now all this had been going on for some time since I woke up from my nap lying face down on Simran's big soft breasts. And since I loved every bit of how she was handling me since then, I was also getting excited. Or should I say aroused ? My little fellow deep down in my shorts was no longer lying curled up, but instead was gradually getting taller and bigger. Now I did not have any control on this. I was only worried lest Simran gets to know of this. It would be so embarrassing. She hasn't yet made any such advances directly. But still her way of fondling me and handling me like I weighed nothing, heightened my ecstacy and arousal. But as she carried me so helplessly in her arms and on her hip, I was apprehensive that she might notice the growing tension inside my pants.
I was thinking of all this and just thanking my luck of getting my fantasy fulfilled by this gorgeous amazon woman. Meanwhile Simran was walking with me on her hip and carrying me somewhere; I didn't know where. I suddenly realised that I was inside the bathroom. She carried me in front of the wash basin and opened the water tap. I stared wide mouthed at our reflection in the wide bathroom mirror. Hanging by her neck, sitting on her hip with my arms around her neck, I was looking so idiotic. An extraordinarily tall big woman of 6’3” and 120 kgs was holding me, an adult man, 5’3” tall and of 63 kgs, like I'm a primary school boy. I looked so pathetically helpless in her arms even though I was 40 and she was 42 years old, almost of the same age. She gave me a sweet smile and splashed water on my face. She was actually washing my face holding me on her hip with just one hand under my bottom. I was actually feeling like a child, the way Simran was handling me.
Once she was satisfied, Simran picked up a hand towel from the rack and wiped my face. I said, “Please put me down Simran and please wait outside.”
She looked at me with an amused smile, “Why ? Why should I go out of the bathroom ?”
I gave a shy chuckle, “What why ? Can't you understand ? Just give me two minutes dear, please put me down.”
Simran had a naughty smile, “You want to pee, na ? Ok, go ahead. Why do you want me out of the bathroom for that ?”
She just turned and carried me towards the commode or loo, whatever you call it in your country. She put me down in front of it and stood behind me dwarfing me, with her hands on my shoulders. I was wearing a half sleeve t-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts. Simran just bent down behind me and before I could understand, she just pulled my shorts down from behind. I was just about to protest, when she bent over me from behind and grabbed my tool in her big palm.
Simran was startled. Possibly she was not expecting to hold something so big in her hands. She gave out a nervous laugh, “OMG ! I didn't know Sumit that you are so worked up ! Your little fellow is not so little after all !” Simran was laughing loudly now.
I was embarrassed. “Simran, what are you doing ? I told you to put me down and leave…”
Simran did not let me complete my sentence. “So what's the problem dear ? Don't feel so embarrassed. It's actually a compliment to me that you have got so excited because I'm carrying you in my arms. Come let me have a look.”
Simran was bending sideways from behind my back, with her face now right beside mine. She released my erect manhood and placed one hand under my knees. She placed her other hand behind my back and straightened up, picking me up in her arms. I was now lying in her arms in her cradle, fully naked. She lifted me high up on her breasts, so much so that my full erect manhood was right in front of her face. I was looking at Simran's face. She was looking wide eyed at my full erection, a strange amused smile on her face. She started walking with me out of the bathroom.
“Hey wait ! Where are you carrying me away ? I haven't used the loo yet.” I was urging Simran to stop carrying me away.
Simran did not stop walking. She looked me straight in the eyes and said, “You know very well Sumit, as I also do, you don't need to pee, you want to do something else.” She gave me a mischievous wink and a naughty smile. She held me firmly with her hand going around my back. Her hand which went under my knees came up on my thighs. She gave me a playful spank on my bare bottom.
It was so sudden and so unexpected, I was surprised, “What Simran ? Why are you spanking me ?”
She laughed and gave me another spank, this time a little harder. It actually hurt. But the sting of her spank had a strange reaction inside me. I got so ecstatic that she had captured me helplessly in her arms and spanking me at her own will, which I was in no position and power to resist. I could feel my manhood grow bigger and harder with my excitement rising.
Simran was also loving it that she could control my excitement just by physically overpowering me and holding me helplessly captive in her arms. She had by that time reached her bedroom. She sat down on the bed with me still held in her cradle but now laid across her lap. She sat with her back resting on the bedhead and her legs crossed. She lowered my bottom on her lap but she still held me in her arms in her cradle.
I didn't understand why she brought me out of the bathroom and now held me on her lap again. I was half lying across her lap, with both her hands still cradling me, although she was sitting majestically on the bed. I wasn't feeling very comfortable in that half lying position and tried to sit up on her lap. In fact she helped me sit up. But as soon as I sat up on her lap, she caught hold of the bottom of my t-shirt with both her hands and just lifted it up and over my head. Once out of my head, I did not have any option but to lift my hands straight up to pass it through.
I protested, “What the hell are you doing to me, Simran ? You have stripped me full naked.”
Simran was laughing, “Listen my dear. Let me enjoy this. This is the first time in my life that a man has shown this sort of a feeling towards me. Men have always been in awe of my height and weight and size and strength. I have never met any man who has seen me just as a woman, let alone a woman to be desired. And here you are getting aroused just because I'm bigger and taller than you and have physically captured you like a helpless boy whom I have forcefully kidnapped. You had said that you like to be lifted and carried and physically dominated by me. But I did not believe you. I thought you were saying all that to please me. But now seeing your erect manhood just because I have lifted you up like a child in my arms, I am convinced that you really like me because I'm so much taller and stronger than you. You will not understand my sense of fulfilment seeing you getting excited just being lifted in my arms. Please let me enjoy this achievement of mine.”
Strange, but all this monologue of Simran actually expressing in words how she is enjoying seeing me getting aroused by physically dominating me and lifting and carrying me around, was rather increasing my ecstasy.
I was feeling restless on Simran's lap. I actually wanted to relieve myself, because Simran was not even touching it. I tried to hold it but Simran blocked my hand. She held my wrist in a tight grip. I tried with my other hand. She reached forward and caught hold of my other hand too.
I protested, “What are you doing Simran? Let go of my hands, I need to hold it.”
Simran looked down at me lying helplessly across her lap, “Not now dear, let me see how it happens.”
She was looking for something on the bed and then she found it, a dupatta. She transferred both my wrists to one hand of hers. Her palm and fingers were so big, she could easily control both my wrists in her one single grip. Then she carefully tied both my wrists tightly with the dupatta.
I was aghast, “What are you doing Simran ? Why are you tying my hands ?”
Simran looked down at me pathetically trapped in her arms, “Don't worry dear, I won't hurt you. I just want to try something on you. I had seen this in a video, I would like to try that on you.”
Before I could say anything, she got up from her sitting position on the bed and on to her knees. She was now holding me cradled in her arms near her stomach. She was in a kneeling position on the bed. She carried me to the other end on the bed and laid me down on the bed. My two hands were still tied with the dupatta. She then quickly tied the other end of the dupatta to one post of the bed head. I was now lying on the bed, fully naked, with both my wrists tied together by a dupatta and the dupatta tied to the post of the bed. So my hands got automatically stretched over my head. I was lying in a helpless state on the bed with both my hands tied to one corner of the bed head.
I saw Simran get off the bed and go somewhere. I tried to free my hands, but they were so tightly tied together, that I couldn't do anything. Although my legs were free, it wasn't of any help, since my hands were tied to the bed. Simran came back into sight very soon. She was having another dupatta in her hands. With this she tied up both my legs together. But she did not tie my legs to the other corner post of the bed.
Simran came and sat beside me, smiling down at me. I was lying helplessly on the bed totally naked, with my hands and legs tied up. I was feeling so pathetic in front of this giant woman who had effortlessly tied a full grown adult man of 40 years and rendered me totally defenceless.
Simran moved back from me to the other side of the bed. She leaned back on the bed head resting on two pillows and stretched her legs full on the bed towards where I was lying tied down on the other end of the bed. She was so tall, her feet came right up to where I was laid down.
Simran was smiling at me and casually placed one foot lightly over my bare chest and stomach.
She was saying, “Don't worry my love, I won't harm you. I just love to see you captive and totally in my control.”
Her foot was lightly resting on my bare stomach. She slowly moved her big soft foot over to my thighs. She was lightly stroking my whole body from my chest down to my knees and back again with the sole of her foot.
But I don't know what was happening to me. When she was literally bullying me and tying me up, all this while my manhood had not subsided. Yes, initially I was afraid. But later I don't know how, but I was rather getting a weird pleasure of being dominated by her. My tool was now in full attention, big and hard. There was that pleasurable pain in my groin area and I badly wanted to release myself. But Simran was not even touching it.
I said, “What are you doing Simran? Why are you teasing me like this ? Please untie my hands, I want to release myself.”
Simran gave me a sweet smile. She brought the sole of her feet over my lower abdomen and started rubbing lightly on my groin area. Then with her big toe and the next toe she held my throbbing tool at the base. Then slowly she started to move her toes up my shaft. It was such an extraordinary sensation running through my lower body. She was actually jacking me off with her toes, with me lying helplessly naked under her feet, with my hands and legs tied up. I started wriggling. I couldn't move much with both my hands stretched over my head tied to the bedpost. With my ankles tied up, I couldn't even spread my legs. I bent my legs at the knees and tried to create an angle to make myself comfortable. Simran continued stroking my shaft with her two toes. But ever so slowly. I looked at her imploringly. She was intently looking at me and my throbbing member held between her big toes. She increased the speed of stroking. Faster. My mouth was open. My body was convulsing. She moved her toes to the tip of my tool and gave a few hard and fast strokes. I couldn't hold on. I gave out a small yell and I came.
It was coming out in spasms. I looked at Simran. She had raised her body on her elbows and watched intently at the gushing white fluid.
My body convulsed a few times and then gradually relaxed. I sank back into the bed totally relieved and spent out. Simran removed her foot and sat up. She came to my side and untied my legs first. Then she untied my hands. I didn't say anything, just kept looking at her. She laid down beside me and hugged me from the side. She brought her face over mine and kissed me all over my face and ended up with a big wet kiss on my lips. I was totally exhausted by then.
Simran sat up beside me. She took one of the dupattas which were used to tie me up and started wiping out my groin area. She held the now flaccid member in the fingers of one hand and wiped the entire area clean and dry.
I was just lying dazed at the recent turn of events. I have not seen this side of Simran before. I was not really scared of her because of her immense size of 6’3” and 120 kgs and the massive strength which she possessed. But still when she was tying me up to the bed, it did feel creepy. Her face however did not reveal any hardness or cruelty, rather she was smiling and constantly assuring me that she won't harm me. But still I was apprehensive of what she intended to do. But while I was feeling a little scared of why Simran was using force on me and tying me up, strangely enough it was as if my manhood possibly had a mind of its own. There was an intense ecstasy building up inside me and I could not control myself. Possibly this was what Simran was seeing in front of her eyes and felt that I was inwardly liking her torture. Which to be honest, I actually was.
Now while I was looking at Simran's face and my mind was racing through all these feelings and emotions, Simran knelt beside me and literally scooped me up in her arms. She carried me to the bathroom once again. This time she put me down in front of the commode. I was fully naked as it was. She put one arm around my shoulders and bent down from the side. She held my now flaccid member between her fingers. I was in no mood to protest. Her big solid breasts were pressing on my back. Her face was right beside mine, our cheeks touching. My tool now looked like a ten year old boy's in her big palm and long fingers. My tank was full and I peed to my heart's content, while Simran held it between her fingers all along, smiling sweetly at me.
Once done, Simran wrapped one arm under my thighs and just stood up. I went up with her sitting on just one arm of hers. My hand instinctively went around her neck and shoulders. Simran started walking out of the bathroom holding me in her arms. I was still fully naked.
Simran carried me like that to the kitchen. “It's already 5 pm now, do you want tea here or shall we go out and have it ?” She asked me, squeezing my cheeks between her fingers as if I were a child.
I said, “As it suits you. I am all yours now.”
Simran's face lit up with a glowing smile, “That's what I like. You are mine, totally mine. If only I could keep you for myself forever.”
