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This is a true story of incest between my brother and me with a bit of poetic license to make it more interesting. I do not endorse incest between family members however it does occur and this is just another example of it. I would like to hear from any other girls that this has happened to and how you overcame any guilt feelings. Send me a message through ISS if you want to discuss it further.

I always knew that my parents were very financially secure but never realized just how rich they were,

But wait, I am getting ahead of myself, let me go back to where my story began.

My name is Anjali and I live on a medium size Farm House, about 3000 square kilometers, that’s right 3000 square kilometers 400 miles NNE of Pune University in South Pune. I have just turned 19 years of age and have just finished my formal secondary education in Pune University and have returned to the property.

My parents Umesh and Jyoti and brother Anil lived at the station together with about 10 aboriginal station hands (Jackaroos) and two cooks.

My father and his elder sister Neeta, when their parents passed away, inherited the Farm House named Chindarah. The station at that time was 9000 square kilometers and was one of the largest in Pune. My Aunt decided that she wanted to move away from the Farm House and move to Mumbai,

Three months ago my Father and Mother decided to fly to Pune to attend the wedding of a close friend’s daughter. My Father had a pilot’s license and we had our own Cessna aircraft and they would use this to go to Pune. They left on the Friday evening and would return late on the Sunday evening. Over the weekend I kept myself busy cleaning my room and the rest of the house. My brother Anil was helping the Station Hands mend some fences that Emus had damaged.

On the Saturday afternoon I was sitting in the rumpus room watching a video and my brother was in his room doing his own thing. I decided to make a cup of coffee and went to my brother’s room to see if he would also like one. His door was opened about half an inch and before I knocked I looked through to see if he was awake or asleep. To my surprise Anil was laying naked on top of Preeti, one of our cooks. Preeti’s legs were on Anil shoulders and I could see his big fat cock disappearing into Preeti’s cunt. I stood fascinated watching his cock slide in and out of Preeti. Suddenly he pulled his cock out of Preeti and shot his big load of semen over her face and tits…

Although I thought I knew a lot about the birds and the bees, and being a farm girl watching the animals mate I was most surprised at what I saw. Technically I was still a virgin never having had a penis inside me but I lost my hymen to horse riding some years ago. As I watched fascinated by Anil’s actions, my hand reached inside my jeans and into my wet vagina.

Seeing Anil fucking really turned me on and I suddenly realized that here I was standing outside his door with my hand down my jeans and panties fingering my cunt. I must have made some noise as suddenly the door opened and Anil and Preeti stood there naked.

They gently took me by the hand and led me to the bed where they laid me down, undone the snap on my jeans and with me lifting my butt they removed them. I then removed my thong panties so that they would get a good view of my cunt. Over the last few months I had shaved my pubic hair and kept it trimmed into the shape of a love heart with the apex pointed straight at my clit.

Anil sat me up and removed my top and bra and there I was naked before my brother for the first time since we took baths together when we were children.

I was lost in sexual emotion as I laid there beside Anil his right hand resting gently on my cunt and Preeti gently massaging my tits. Reaching down I took his cock in my hand and despite him fucking and shooting his load only a few minutes previously he started to again get hard. “Preeti” my brother said “You can go now and leave my sister and me alone”

Anil moved down on the bed and placed his head between my now spread-eagled legs. He started to lick my cunt from my asshole to my clit now and then running his tongue into my vagina. Suddenly he started to suck on my clitoral hood and I felt my orgasm mounting “suck, suck, suck my clit Anil, it feels soooooo good” I moaned. I orgasm clasping Anil’s head between my legs with a squeal that would have brought people running if there had been anyone else in the house, “Anil” I said, “I want you to fuck my virgin cunt with that beautiful cock” I was surprised that I was talking in this manner as I considered that I was a lady and that ladies do not use these words.

Anil said “Not now my darling sister, I will need to regain my strength, Mum and Dad will be away overnight so tonight we will sleep together.

At about 8 pm after we had finished our evening meal that Preeti had prepared when Anil said “Anjali do you want to continue what we started this afternoon” “Of course I do” I said feeling my pussy release another lot of wetness from my glands. Although I have been a regular masturbator I could not remember a time that I had been this wet. “Come on then” said Anil “let’s go to bed”

In Anil’s bedroom we undressed and climbed into bed naked reaching for each other then embracing in a passionate kiss. I could feel Anil’s cock erecting and I moved down in the bed and took him in my mouth. I started to run my mouth up and down his stiff cock and at the same time moving over him into the classic 69 position. He lifted his head and started to lick my clit. My juices were running freely down onto his mouth and face, suddenly he started to convulse as though he was having spasms and I felt his jism erupt into my mouth. This being a new experience for me and I continued sucking and swallow Anjalig revealing in the unusual but not unpleasant taste. Anil continued his ministrations to my pussy and I felt my orgasm rising. I then had the orgasm that I had ever experienced, writhing and screaming with pleasure at the feeling that started at my toes and ended at the top of my head. I pulled myself away from Anil as I could not take any more touching or sucking on my clit as it was so sensitive. We lay together, naked in an embrace that demonstrated our extreme love for each other. We both drifted off to sleep without consummating our love through fucking each other.

Sunday morning we awoke late still in each others arms, we both arose and after our morning ablutions made ourselves a cup of coffee and returned to the bed. We lay there in bed drinking our coffee with Anil’s hand resting on my pubic hair, finishing my coffee I placed the cup on the bedside table leaned back and opened my legs in a Anil manner and guided his hand down onto my cunt.

Anil began fingering me and I started to rub his cock, he pushed me over onto my stomach and raised me to my knees. I could feel his cock pushing at the opening of my vagina which was extremely wet from my own juices. He pulled back and reached into the drawer of his bedside table and produced a bright red condom which he rolled onto his cock. “Sis” he said “If we are going to fuck we don’t want any unwanted complications” He slid his cock into my cunt and started humping and at the same time giving me playful slaps on my arse. “I’m going to cum” I moaned, “Try and cum with me” his speed increased and with this my orgasm started. He moaned and yelled “I’m cumming too oooooooooooh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck” We both collapsed on the bed sexually sated for the moment.

We spent the rest of the day until the late afternoon sucking and fucking until we felt that we must stop as our parents would be returning soon. We showered and dressed and relaxed as though nothing had happened.

That night our parents did not return but we were not overly worried as they often stayed in Pune for an extra day or two when they were there. However we did not sleep together as our father had an instrument rating on his pilot’s license which meant that they could return sometime during the night.

On the Monday morning about eleven o’clock we heard a plane approaching and assumed that it was our parents returning. When the plane had landed we saw that it was not our parents but a plane from the Mumbai Police Air Anjalig. The pilot was Constable Dave Wilson, an old friend from our school days. Dave came into the house with a glum look on his face and said to both of us “Anjali and Anil there is no easy way for me to tell you this very bad news. There has been a light plane crash about 100 miles SSW of here and both your parents have been killed”

Of course we were both devastated by this news and over the next month I cried myself to sleep nearly every night. Anil was the one and took control of the station allocating the tasks that needed to be done. We also decided that it was time to sell the property and move to the city to live.

Our sex life also suffered, although during this month I visited the doctor in town for birth control pills, I did not know whether the sexual liaison between Anil and I would resume however I wanted to be prepared just in case. After a further three weeks Anil came into my bed and we resumed our sexual liaison and began sleeping together every night and on most nights fucked until we were exhausted.

Two weeks later Anil received a telephone call from our parents solicitor in Pune asking if we could come to his office as he would like to go over our parents Will and finalize everything for probate and also that he had an offer on the sale of the Chindarah station..

Anil made arrangements to see the solicitor on the follow Anjalig Monday and on the Friday we left the Station to drive to Pune and also to spend the weekend there with friends.

On the Monday we arrived early at the Solicitors office and after the normal greetings he got down to reading the Will. It was fairly straight forward everything was to be divided equally between Anil and I. The offer on the property was extremely good and we accepted the offer.

The solicitor then said “Well you both are very wealthy young people – as a result of your parent’s bequest and the sale of the property you are worth about 58 score each”

Three months later the new owners of Chindarah had taken over and Anil and I moved to Pune University where we purchased adjoining town houses. We had a door installed between the two units to give us access to the other but would also give us some privacy if we needed it.

Our sex life blossomed although at that stage it was only vaginal intercourse or cunnilingus/fellatio. At that time I was not aware that our sexual pursuits were about to enter a new chapter. I was having a bath when I heard Anil come into my unit. I called to him that I was in the bath and that he could come and talk to me if he wanted to. Anil came into the room and sat on the stool that was there in of the mirror. After talking for a few minutes I said “why don’t you get undressed and join me in the bath” Anil needed no second bidding and he quickly got into the bath with me. Anil sat behind me and I lay between his legs, he reached around and started to massage my tits, one hand then moved down to my cunt and while one finger entered me his thumb massaged my clit. I could feel my orgasm rising and I started to moan’ “make me cum; make me cum oooooooooooooh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck Immmmmmmmmm cummmmmmmming. Oh God Oh God fuuuuuck” My hips bucked splashing water all over the bathroom floor as my orgasm racked my body.

When my orgasm had passed I turned and took Anil’s cock into my mouth and started to suck him off. Suddenly with out warning the jism came spurting into my mouth where I swallowed hungrily.

As the water was now getting cool I pulled the plug and let the water drain away still laying in Anil’s arms. Anil said “You had better get off me as I need to get out and piss” Without Anjalig why and I suppose still in sexual euphoria I said “Anil, piss on me. Please Anil piss on me” Anil stood and moved so that he was facing me and pointing his cock started to piss all over my tits. The piss ran down and I opened my cunt so that it would run there. I still don’t know why but I suddenly had the urge to taste Anil’s piss and I moved my face under the yellow stream. When he had finished I told him that it was my turn now. I stood and he sat in the bath. I reached down and separated my labia and pulled back to give my urethra an unobstructed exit for my piss. As the piss started to flow I felt another orgasm rising as I considered how kinky this was. As the orgasm struck my legs started to tremble and for the first time ever I came while I was pissing.

We got out of the bath, showered and then went to bed where we fucked like there was no tomorrow.

All this happened several years ago and today although we live next door to each we seem to spend most nights in bed together. All of our friends think that we are a most considerate brother and sister who look after each other.

I wonder what they would think if they knew the truth.

Often I reflect on what has happened over the past three years and still get pangs of guilt regarding our relationship. I don’t quite know how to handle this guilt feeling because it is getting worse as time passes. I could never stop having a relationship with my brother as I love him so much. Any suggestions!!!

This is a true story about how I finally got my chance to fuck my sister… Let me start by saying that I have always been in love and lust with my sister. I am now 31 and she is 34. Growing up I was always the youngest sibling in the family but I still had BIG dreams about my sister’s body. Anjali is 5’8 125 pounds with a size B cup size. She doesn’t have big breasts but to me they are perfect.

Growing up I always wondered what she looked like naked. At times I would try to look down her shirt, occasionally seeing her small ripe breasts wrapped in a silky sexy bra. My dick would stand at attention when I saw this sight and I needed to go to my room and jerk it off till I came thinking about what I just saw. I imagined that she was sucking on my cock telling me how good it tasted then I would take my hard swollen cock and plow into her pussy till she was begging me not to stop….by this time in my fantasy I usually came all over my chest. After I cleaned up I realized maybe this was just a fantasy that will never come true – BOY, WAS I WRONG.

Let me explain. I was visiting my sister this past x-mas and seeing my two nephews as well. Amit Jr is 13 and the youngest Amol just turned two. I love these guys with all my heart so seeing them was a great feeling. I got there X-mas eve and gave each of them a hug hello then my sister came up to me to hug as well. She looked great. She had her hair up in a pony-tail, tight black jeans on, and a tight red/green x-mas shirt she apparently bought for the holiday. MAN, she was gorgeous. She came over and hugged me and I realized during the squeeze her tits were mashed against my chest and she had no bra on. I started to get an instant hard-on when she broke the hug and looked at me and said, “God, you felt great”.

“Huh?”

“I mean, I haven’t hugged you in so long that it felt great, I love you Bro, you know that,” and she smiled at me. I smiled back knowing she meant we hadn’t seen each other in such a long time. It was now X-mas evening and the kids, me and Anjali were watching a couples of videos to put the kids to sleep. Amol fell asleep in my arms while Anjali picked up Amit Jr and carried him into his room. My sister came back and was wearing a short, white Anjali cloth bathrobe. She came over to where I was sitting and sat in the floor in front of me.

I asked her “Would you like a shoulder rub?” She agreed and I began to rub her shoulders and arms. Each time I would rub her neck my fingers would open the top of her robe a little more finally giving me a great down blouse view of those gorgeous tits and ripe nipples I dream about. Those tits of hers are like little grapefruits with nipples that are so succulent and juicy I almost came just rubbing her body and looking at those nipples. GOD was I in heaven at this time. I had such a hard-on; I could have cracked walnuts with it.

She leaned back her head and closed her eyes as I continued to feast on her loveliness. My cock was just inches now from the back of her head, I felt like my cock would explode if it didn’t get out soon. She leaned against me now full force and landed in my lap where I’m sure my hard cock was now poking her in the head through my jeans. She didn’t seem to mind in fact she shifted her head from side to side trying to get comfortable she said. All in the meantime I never stopped caressing her arms and enjoying the view.

Finally after a short while she says “Good night, see you in the morning.” She bent down to kiss me showing me those tits one last time for the night.

I said, “Good night sis, and thanks.” She looks puzzled but smiled as she went into her room for the night. Later on I had to masturbate thinking of what might have been and what I saw so far from my sister and that body of hers. I came so hard I almost hit my own eye. I thought what a relief, but I want more.

I fell asleep till morning wondering what else may happen this weekend. I woke up with the flu-like symptoms. I had a temperature of 101 and felt like shit. I was coughing, wheezing and thought “great, what a way to celebrate X-mas”. As X-mas day wore on, my sis took great care of me, giving me soup, keeping my glass full of orange juice and taking my temperature. X-mas night after all the kids were put to bed Anjali turns to me and says “You look like shit bro.”

I say “thanks a lot, that’s just what I needed to hear.”

She said “I mean you haven’t BATHED or SHOWERED since you got here 2 days ago”.

I agreed but told her “I feel so weak I couldn’t even wash my hair in the tub let alone stand up in the shower.”

She said “I’ll run you a bath.” I agreed and off she went to run the water. After the water was turned off she said, “Here, I’ll help you into the bathroom”. I was sooo weak that I decided to let her help. I got undressed and slipped into the warm water, man; it felt sooo nice to feel that warm water. Anjali yells from her room “I’ll be right there, I want to get into my robe.” My pulse starts to race knowing what that means – SHOW TIME AGAIN!!

She comes into the bathroom and closes the door. She comes over to the tub and says “any problems getting washed?”

I said “Yes, wash my back for me.” She takes the washcloth and begins to wash my back. She grabs the soap and begins to lather my shoulders and back really well. GOD, it feels great. Her touch is making me get a hard-on again and she looks down at the water and notices it smiling as she works.

“It is sooo great SEEING you here bro.”

I’m not sure what she meant by that comment but I simply replied “Thanks, I’m glad I’m here too.”

She then says “All done with your back – anything else you need?”

I smiled and said, “I can’t wash my hair,” so she picks up the shampoo, lathers it up really well and starts to lather my hair.

She says “I need to rinse your hair so lean way back with your head.” I do as I’m told and she leans way into the tub to reach my head. As she does her robe opens and falls off her shoulders revealing those gorgeous tits again. As she leans forward to rinse my head her tit falls right by my face so I didn’t let this opportunity pass by this time. I opened my mouth and closed it around her nipple sucking all the time she is rinsing my head.

She feels this and is shocked saying, “ooooh, bro what are you doing?”

I continue what I’m doing and take her hand and put it on my swollen, hard cock in the water. She slowly starts to pump my cock as I take the other nipple in my mouth now. After a short time stroking me and me sucking on her nipples getting them rock hard she says “Ok, play time is over. Now its time to get out of the tub.” I reluctantly let go and stand naked with a hard, steel-like cock sticking out at her. I stand by the sink drying off as she stands naked by the mirror admiring her.

As she bends over to get something out of the medicine cabinet, she reveals to me a gorgeous, hot, sticky, wet pussy. I then took my now dry but still hard cock and put it into her pussy sliding partly in.

She says “What?!”

But I stop her in mid speech and say, “GOD, I want you sis. I want to fuck you like I dream about, how thoughts of you are what I masturbate to.”

I reach up and grab her tits in my hands as I rock forward sliding in deeper, Anjali now rocks back saying “Ohhh god that feels so great! Fuck me Bro, Fuck Me!!!” We start to fuck like mad dogs now all the while we are professing our love to each other.

I tell her “Ohh, I love you Anjali.”

She says back “AHHH,OOOOH FUCK ME….I LOVE YOU TOO….NOW DON’T STOP FUCKING ME….FILL ME UP WITH YOUR JIZZ….I WANT YOU TO CUM ON MY FACE….TELL ME WHEN YOU’RE GOING TO CUM OK?”

I Feel the pressure in my balls start to explode and say “NOW!! I’M GOING TO CUM NOW.” Anjali gets on her knees and starts to suck my cock like an expert. Even though I don’t need much more help. I tell her “OK, here it cums.” She releases my cock from inside her mouth just as I start to cum. I shoot my cum all over, it hits her on the eyes, some dribbled of her cheek and some she licked with her finger off her forehead.

“UMMM, that tastes so good bro”. She smiled at me as she picks up her bathrobe and says, “I’m going to bed now. Oh, and one other thing Bro, Merry X-mas!!!”

With that she walked into her room. I thought about what just happened and. You KNOW where I spent the night!!

I had never had any unpure thoughts about my older brother Rahul that is until by best friend Preeti started drooling over him. Rahul, I have to admit, was hot! He is about 6’0″ and 190lbs with short dirty blonde hair and almond shaped green eyes. He was 26 at the time and he got his own apartment.

Preeti and I went over every Saturday that summer to go swim in the pool that my brothers apartments had. I was 18 and Preeti was 19. We became friends that year in art class in college. She was a really fun person to hang with and she knew where to find all the hot guys. I was more on the shy side and she was a lot more outgoing.

I always thought Preeti was a lot prettier than me, but many people said we were both beautiful. I was a little bit taller than Preeti. My hair was also dirty blonde with green eyes just like Rahul’s. Preeti had long red hair and green eyes. She looked a little bit older than 19 and I on the other hand looked 18 or even younger. Preeti was a little bit more “developed” than I was. She wore a c-cup and I still wore a small b-cup.

I often found myself feeling a bit jealous of her at times. “I swear Ruchi, your brother is hot! I want a boyfriend that looks just like him someday.” Preeti said as we lay by the pool getting some sun.

I just cringed at the time. I couldn’t figure out why she found my brother so hot. I guess to me he was just that, my brother. “Pritu, you always go on and on about my brother. Let’s talk about other guys ok?” She just laughed she knew I thought my brother was gross to talk about sexually.

“Ok, I guess but you know the other guys in school aren’t as hot as your brother.”

I just sighed, “Ok whatever Pritu!”

We bathed in the sun for a while and then went back upstairs to my brother’s apartment. For some strange reason Preeti had left me thinking unchaste thoughts about my own brother! I started to think of what it would be like to kiss him, to touch him or even to sleep with him!

I had to shake these fantasies out of my mind. I had to think of other guys. Even when I did try to think of other guys, my brother just kept creeping into my mind. Every Saturday we would go over I would just keep thinking more deep thoughts about him. And Preeti wouldn’t make it any better by saying all these sexual things about him.

“I wonder how big his dick is!” She would ask excitedly.

“Eww Pritu don’t say that! That’s just gross!” I’d say lying.

One Saturday afternoon before Pritu and I were going to swim I was waiting for her in my brother’s living room. I already had my swimsuit on and was waiting for Pritu, since she was in the restroom putting hers on. I sat on the couch with a towel wrapped around my waist. My suit was a two-piece. It was a dark blue with some white designs. I sat waiting for Pritu. Rahul was in his room and had the door cracked open. He seemed to be talking on the phone with his girlfriend at the time Sweeti.

Sweeti and Rahul had been together for about a year now but they’d constantly argue over petty things. I could hear my brother arguing with her on the phone. I decided to go and make sure he was ok. I slowly opened his door and he’d just hung up the phone.

He looked up at me in surprise. “Ruchi, hey I thought you were going swimming?”

“I was. I am, but I’m just waiting for Preeti.” I couldn’t help but look at his chest since his button up shirt was opened.

He got up and cleared some of the stuff off his bed. “Here,” he said patting the bed, “sit down.” I went over and sat by his side. He just smiled at me and playfully nudged my arm. I couldn’t help but blush.

“Rahul are you ok? I heard you arguing with Sweeti.”

“Yeah I’m ok. Arguing with her is nothing new.”

“Why do you stay with her?” I asked.

“Cuz I’m an idiot you can say. I don’t know I guess because I’m so used to her.”

“You know you can get someone better. Someone who would treat you very good.” I said in a flirting tone.

“Oh yeah? Like who?” He asked putting his hand lightly on my leg.

My heart was now pounding. “Well uh…uh. Preeti! Yes Preeti says you’re hot.”

He just laughed. “Preeti? She’s kind of young for me don’t you think? I mean don’t get me wrong she a beautiful girl but maybe a little too young?”

I shrugged. “Well I guess so.”

“I didn’t mean to say immature though. I just meant young. You know like you’re young but you act pretty mature for your age sis.”

I just quietly stared at him. I wanted him so bad at that moment. I couldn’t help but lean over and kiss him! It was just a small peck on the lips but it was so erotic. Rahul, looking surprised just backed away a little.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” I said almost in tears, as I was about to walk away.

I felt Rahul hold my hand down. He held me close to him. His arms were so strong and fierce holding me. “Ruchi I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it seem like the kiss was bad. It really wasn’t. In fact I think I liked it too much.”

I looked up at him as his eyes danced looking at me. I began to run my fingers through his hair. He then began to kiss me more intimate. His tongue quickly entered my mouth. We softly kissed as his hands slid up and down my back. That moment was just amazing. I was starting to feel intense feelings between my legs. As we kissed we got lost in our own little world.

“Oh!” I then heard Preeti’s voice as she caught me kissing my own brother.

Rahul and I quickly stood up. “U-uh Pritu, u-uh…” I was so speechless.

She just looked at us in complete shock. She’d finally put on her usually swimsuit which was also a two piece but a lime green color with some white designs almost looking like mine. Rahul just looked so calm and walked over to Preeti.

“Look I’m sorry you saw that but I just got into it with Ruchi. I hope you’re not jealous.” He added playfully.

To my surprise Preeti’s face just lit up! Her smile was so big, I don’t remember Preeti ever smiling that much! “No I’m not jealous silly.” she responded as Rahul began to put his arm around her.

I could see Preeti blush as my brother began to kiss her cheek softly. She just looked over at me not knowing what to do. I was beginning to feel a bit jealous at that moment. It was so bizarre! I saw Rahul begin to kiss Preeti just like he had with me. He held her tightly close to him and there they were making out in front of me. I just watched them kissing and I couldn’t believe how much it was turning me on!

Rahul then walked over to me and kissed me softly on my lips. I knew Preeti was watching and just kept wondering what she was thinking. Was she thinking I was some weirdo for kissing my brother? Or that I was just kinky? I didn’t dare see her reaction as Rahul started to untie my top to my swimsuit.

Rahul quickly looked over to Preeti as she watched this public display. “I hope you’re not jealous that I’m kissing my sister?”

Preeti just nodded, “N-n-no of course not.”

Rahul proceeded to finally take off my top exposing my small breasts. His eyes widened as he started to pinch my nipples. I gasped a little having my nipples touched by a guy for the first time. Rahul started to suck on my nipples. His tongue did swirls around them and he flicked it fast. I tossed my head back loving it all. He moved back up and kissed my neck.

“Ruchi, I want you. I want you and your friend.”

My mind was going wild. Preeti was now moving closer to Rahul. He put little petite arms around his waist from behind. Rahul just turned around and began to make out with her once again. I could see he was now taking off her top.

Finally, there we were both topless and hot for my brother. Rahul’s mouth moved down to kiss Preeti’s breasts. He held his head there enjoying al his sweet kisses. Her nipple was now in his mouth as he started to gently bite it as she gasped as I had earlier. I knew the pleasure she was feeling because I also had felt it. As Rahul kissed Preeti’s breasts I started to take my bottom part of my swimsuit off. I knew the time was coming that Rahul would want to have sex with me.

Preeti looked over to me and saw me naked and for some reason it started to feel a bit competitive. She too began to remove her bottom. Rahul stood in between us in awe looking at us, studying our young bodies. He looked back and fourth at each of us.

“You two are so fuckin’ sexy.” Rahul finally said. “Get on the bed doggy style.” He ordered us.

Preeti and I crawled on to the bed with our pussys in front of my brother’s face. Preeti had more pubes than me, which were a bit red like her hair and as for me; I was completely shaved. I felt Rahul’s hand grab my ass as he was doing to Preeti as well. He began to slide one finger in each of us. Preeti and I moaned, as we were both virgins. It felt like a small sharp pain at first.

Rahul began to speed up the pace as his finger went in faster in and out of us. Preeti and I held on to the sheets as our pain was now developing into some pleasure.

A few moments later I felt Rahul insert yet another finger in my pussy and by the sound of Preeti’s moan in her pussy too. Now the small sharp pain began again but soon dissolved as my juices began to drench Rahul’s fingers. I looked over at Preeti and I could see her face just showing all her lust and pleasure she was feeling.

A third finger now in our pussies Rahul was definitely getting us ready for his cock. He kept finger fucking us so fast and so good. I started to get this really strong and rush of a feeling. I had no idea at the time but I was having my first orgasm on my brother’s fingers! I felt my whole body shake as my pussy began to drip more juice.

“Oh yes Ruchi. That’s it! Cum for me baby.” I heard Rahul whisper.

I finished my orgasm and I saw Preeti begin to have hers. I watched as my friend’s lip quivered and her whole body just tightened as she came. Rahul kept his fingers inside us until we oozed all our juices out.

“Ok you two on your back now.” Rahul said as he began to take off his shirt.

Preeti and I laid on our backs breathing hard and watching my brother begin to get naked. He slipped off his shirt and then off came his shorts followed by his boxers. Finally my brother stood there naked with is big cock just waiting to fuck us. His cock was so long so thick and I was so ready for it. I was expecting my brother to fuck us but instead he just go on his knees and started to kiss my thighs.

I felt him slowly move to my pussy. His lips began to suck my clit gently. I let out a huge moan, as I had never felt anything like this! I found myself touch my own breasts and playing with my nipples.

Preeti rose up a bit to see what Rahul was doing to me. I saw her eyes widen and her jaw drop as my brother was eating my pussy. He kept looking at him eat my pussy and I could see she couldn’t wait until it was her turn. Rahul’s tongue was not dipping inside my tight opening. Then I felt him stop and move on to Preeti. He’d left me soaking wet! I saw how Preeti now was squirming around as my brother began to eat her out. He held her hips in place to keep her from getting out of control. Rahul ate her pussy as I watched this time. I could hear his lips smack on her clit. Oh god how I wanted Rahul to eat me again.

A few minutes later, Rahul then proceeded to get back to eating my pussy. This time there was no stopping me from cumming so hard! I felt myself drenching as Rahul began to lick my clit fast! I moaned loudly as I came on my brother’s tongue. I could hear him sucking up my juices savoring my taste. I laid there once again breathless as my body felt exhausted from the orgasm.

Rahul then proceeded to move back to Preeti to finish her. I saw her wrap her legs around his head holding him close to her pussy. I laid there relaxed watching my friend enjoy herself. It only took a few minutes and there she was cumming on my brother’s face. I held her hand as she came so hard! Her hand was making my hand shake from the impact of her climax. Slowly she let go of my hand letting me know she’d finish her orgasm. Now she was there just breathless. Rahul then stood up in front of us.

“Ok now, Ruchi I want you to suck my cock and Preeti you lick my balls. Then you two take turns again.”

Preeti jumped at the idea of sucking my brother off. She’d always talk about how big his cock was and how she’d love to suck it. Well not it was her chance. We both crawled to my brother’s cock as it was throbbing and ready for us.

I slid my mouth over my brother’s cock first. His warm precum welcomed my taste buds. It was so salty, but it was so sexy to be able to taste my own brother. I started to wrap my lips around his cock tightly as he started to push my head back and fourth showing me the rhythm he wanted his cock sucked.

“Mmm yes! Put a little more suction to it baby.” I heard Rahul say as he moaned.

Preeti began to touch his balls and slowly lick them and suck on them. Rahul’s moaning intensified immediately. After a few minutes of sucking I felt him pull me back a bit.

“Ok now Preeti you suck my cock and Ruchi you lick my balls.”

Preeti and I switched jobs and I loved the ball sucking as well. Rahul’s balls felt so swollen so full of cum. I kept smacking my lips of them, licking them and just tasting them. I got to feel Rahul’s balls pulse hard in my mouth as I felt him begin to cum. He was cumming in my friends’ mouth! I sucked harder on his balls as he came, feeling his hot cum pulse as he came.

“Yes! Swallow it you slut.” He told Preeti.

Preeti swallowed every last drop. She kept Rahul’s cock in her mouth and I heard her sucking out every last cum drop. Rahul’s cock still remained hard as a rock. He looked so ready to fuck. He suddenly pushed me back as I was now on my back again.

“I’m going to fuck you now little sister. I want you to let big brother get you pregnant. In fact I want to get you and your friend pregnant.” Those words made my pussy ache harder for Rahul’s cock. I heard Preeti gasp at what Rahul said. But she didn’t leave. She wanted it.

Rahul picked up my legs and put them over his shoulders. My small body was not going to take his cock. He got his cock and lightly tapped it on my pussy. He inserted the head first letting it stretch me open. I held on to his hands that rested on my thighs. Little by little he slipped in more and more of his long cock. I felt it so deep now in me. Rahul went slowly started to pick up the speed. His cock was ramming in and out of my pussy so fast. I moaned louder now. Preeti just watched me friend lose my virginity to my own brother. Rahul’s balls were now slapping up against my pussy as he fucked me hard. All of a sudden he quickly slid his cock out of me.

“Preeti. Get on your back now. I want a feel of your pussy too.”

Preeti quickly rolled over to her back and spread her legs to let my brother fuck her. Rahul wasn’t as gentle with Preeti as he was with me. He just rammed his cock hard up Preeti’s pussy. I heard her scream in pain but then she moaned pleasure right after that. I was so hot at that moment I started to finger fuck myself as I was waiting for Rahul to come back to me. I couldn’t wait for him to cum inside me. To release all his hot cum all in me. To get me pregnant. It was just so exciting, so hot! He fucked Preeti for a few moments and went back to fucking me again. This time he let my legs just me loose up in the air, as he was now over my whole body fucking me so good.

“Oh fuck Ruchi, you’re so tight! You feel so good baby.”

I wanted him so bad. I didn’t want him to stop fucking me. It all felt so sensual. My nipples were now rising as his cock went deep in me. I saw Preeti just keep watching with excitement waiting for my brother to cum in me. Rahul’s eyes met mine at that moment and I just blurted out, “Rahul I love you!” I just then felt his cock twitch and saw him tilt his head back as he shot his load of cum in me.

“O-oh fuck! Oh fuck yes!” Rahul moaned as he came all inside his little sister.

Rahul kept his cock in me making sure all is cum drops fell in me. Slowly his cock started to soften and he let his body fall on the bed between Preeti and me. We both began to kiss his neck and chest. He was incredible just like I’d fantasized.

Preeti and I walked back home that day as if it had been just any normal day. We walked slowly since our pussies were so sore. We were silent almost all the way home and finally Preeti spoke.

“Ruchi your brother is fuckin’ hot!”

I just simply responded “You’re so fuckin right about that!”

We just giggled and happily walked back home. Next Saturday would be another story. It would be Preeti’s turn to get pregnant.

I am the regular reader of this site. And I am happy to share my experience with you all. This is true story of mine and was happened a week back, like others it was not just a fantasy story.

I am Lucky and am working as computer professional in Kochi. I am 36, 5’7” tall, athletic body. This is the story of my experience with a lady, who is about 32 yrs old and is working with me, she was a Muslim ,tall, fair and very gorgeous lady. I heard that she had some sexual affair with some other in our company earlier and I don’t find anything like that since I joined 2 yrs back. She was married just 3 yrs back, and was given birth to her first baby before 2 month and was on leave for 3 months.

She joined her duty before 10 days and of course is a lactating woman. One day after I watched a bf, I got an idea about tasting breast milk. This idea came to my mind because of her. So I started to plan. But I have got no guts to execute the plan. After so many days of trying, one day I decided to go for it. At around 4.30 pm in the evening, I went toward her cabin and asked her that I want to talk to her personally, she came to nearby lunch room and asked what you want Kumar? I told her staff my friend got hit on his eyes yesterday, and was reddish now. My grand ma suggested pouring few drops of breast milk on his eyes; I don’t know anyone, except you. Will you please do it for me? Suddenly, she shocked on hearing this. She didn’t answer for a while. I started to beg like anything with all the sadness on my face. After few mines she accepted i.e. gave her a glass cup with lid and asked her to give half of the cup. With some smile on her face she told me to wait outside. Few mins later she came with the milk on her hand. I was excited to see that. And my dick was already rock hard. As soon as I get the cup from her I opened it and drink few drops of it. She was shocked on seeing this, and got angry. I told her the truth then, sorry staff; I have immunity problem and allergic to so many things. my friends told me to take breast milk for a week or so, my immunity will get improved.[she don’t know that I talk about her often with my friends]that’s why I lied. I thought she will be angry on hearing this but she was expressionless on her face, I gained some confidence now and again asked her I need ur milk for one more week?? Please!! She then smiled at me, which means she accepted it. I was bit happy within myself but I didn’t show in front of her. Suddenly she asked me do u want to taste my milk now. I didn’t say anything. She went inside the wash room, and I followed her quietly. What a moment that was!!

I controlled my nervousness, as soon she entered inside she started to unhook her lower 3 buttons of her blouse and I can now see her white bra. Covering her milky boobs. She then lifted her bra from downwards, and showed her left breast, smiled at me she told me to come and take as much u want. I went near her and hold her back and waist, and started to suck her left breast from the front, I drink her milk like a baby. Her milk was tasteless, I caught hold her breast with my mouth, and fondled her nipple with my tongue while drinking. She told to finish fast as her husband would at 5 to pick her up to home. With my left hand I started to massage her right breast, she didn’t hesitated. she then told me to change to other breast; I myself lifted her right bra and now 2 milky jugs, hanging in front of me. I was excited like anything. I enjoyed every bit of the moment.

Now her hand was around my neck, I felt the tightness that she pushed my head towards her breast that shows she is also enjoying this. Now I felt my stomach was in full, pallu of her saree was now below her waist exposing her navel and umbilicus. I decided to go further, I started to kiss started to kiss her from the breast toward her navel and bit her umbilicus with all the lust. She didn’t opened her eyes, instead she slowly moving her body, which confirmed that she is also enjoying the sexual moment…my left hand pressing her boobs and right hand going towards her ass. I get hold of her ass and started to massage her, I was on the verge of releasing my cum. Suddenly the unthinkable happened. She stopped me and told that time is up that her hubby might be waiting for her outside. I was frustrated a bit, but I was happy that my plan eventually succeeded, I tasted her milk for the next 3 days, without having sex with her, but the moment came after 3 days, when I had my first sexual encounter with her.

This is Kumar, I wanted to share one of my experiences with u guys hope u find it interesting. As part of my work I travel a lot to different cities inside and outside the country. During last December I boarded rajdhani express in premium class from Delhi to Calcutta. It was ice cold in Delhi at that time. I was wearing warm clothes. Let me describe myself. I’m 36 yr old. 5 feet 11 inches tall. Very short haired (I love that US marines type hair cut. Hope u guys like it too) .I’m strong faced and I like to keep myself rock fit, play a lot of badminton and tennis. Well let me continue.

I was in my coupe and none was there. That was a relief for me because the heaters were on inside the compartment. I removed my jacket and sweater and removed my shirt. And I got another t-shirt. Before I could wear it a girl and her friend popped in. It was embarrassing… She saw my bare naked chest. There was not much of a reaction in their faces and they got in. I apologized and sat on my place. The guy introduced himself to be gaurav and the girl’s name was ruchi, she was a journalism student and the guy is her colleague. As soon as the train started he got down and we kept on talking she was seated opposite to me… She was around 5‘5″. She was not fair, but had a very rich body. Prominent boobs and well shaped butt. She had moderately thick lips and she had oily skin. And she had wet lips. She was wearing a t-shirt and jean. I didn’t have any bad intentions in my mind till it was around 7 pm when she asked me “Do you mind if I smoke” I said even I would like to join. As we were smoking her kept her feet on my seat leaning backward. Her feet were touching my hand. I felt bad initially then I didn’t say anything. Her thighs were round and nice and t-shirt was pulled a little upwards. I would see her pussy area prominently over the jean.

It turned me on she suddenly said “Its not decency to stare like that” I felt so embarrassed but changed the topic to something else. She started talking about her college and her group, their boy friends and slowly she started explaining her sex life. Her encounters with her boy friend, he was as a guitarist and she went with him for guitar classes. And she used to go to his place and they touched each other and had sex and it went on. She asked me my experiences. It was a bit weird to answer such questions from a stranger. But I was turned on by her pose. And I too continued. Later she stood up to go to toilet. She without any reaction told me “excuse me… I m going for a pee… Please miss me”… I broke to laughter… We both laughed and she took something that looked like a top and some other clothes, with a deodorant and walked out. There was a bulge in my pants… I was actually turning horny.

I changed to shorts. And waited for her. She came back in 15 minutes… And made another vulgar statement…”There’s nothing more relaxing like taking a leak”, I laughed again… She was wearing a sleeveless loose and almost transparent, white top and inside I could easily see her pink bra. But it didn’t look vulgar. She had changed her jean on to a 3 by 4th track suit kind of a thin dress and it stuck to her body where anyone could measure her thighs easily. But her top covered her pussy area and I couldn’t see anything. She sat next to me this time. Our dinner was served and we both washed and came back to the cabin. She wanted to smoke again. I didn’t mind. She was sitting next to me and I was talking about my job and stuff. She slowly moved towards me and her shoulder was almost touching mine. She took in a deep breath of smoke and when I turned to her face she just left it out on my face… I felt both bad and horny… Her mouth was pretty close to mine her face showed a very sexy _expression… She asked ” can we sleep” ,there was barely a couple of inches distance between my lips and hers. She touched my thighs… She smiled and smile turned in to laugh she just jumped over me and said ” you bastard u look so horny’ and kissed me on my lips.

I was lying on the birth and she was on me her mouth was too wet and she was eating my lips literally. I couldn’t control myself anymore. I hugged her and kissed her. Her boobs were pressing against my chest. After a long kissing session she said she wants to do it. I said I don’t have condoms with me. She asked me if I can pull out. I was not sure but I admitted. She pulled up her top and opened her bra from behind it was so nice to her tongue deep in my mouth with her bare naked boobs pressing my chest. She started biting my lips it hurt me I pushed her holding her one boob and the other shoulder.

She asked me to remove my T-Shirt. She knelt down on the floor. And started kissing my chest and my belly and bottom belly. I couldn’t bear this… I was squeezing her boobs .and playing with her nipples when she reached my shorts… She just kept her cheeks on my dick and gave me a sexy look… And a smile… Then she squeezed my dick with her right hand and came back to my faceshe removed her top and bra completely and sat on my lap. With bare naked chest… I lifted her and made her sit on my seat and started licking her boobs I was squeezing her left boob and almost eating her right boob.. He was enjoying it… She was rubbing her pussy… Around fifteen minutes went by and she started making sounds she just pulled me out of her boobs. .and kissed my lips hard and she was tonguing my mouth with utmost craving her mouth was full of saliva I loved that hot and wet feeling. She then pushed my head to her belly.

I started to pull down her pants… He removed her pants and pushed my head to her pussy over her panties I moved the front portion of the panties aside… I loved her pussy it was not shaven lately… But was big and broad… And very fleshy… She pushed my face to make me lick it… I ran my finger in her hole slowly and it started licking her pussy front… She was enjoying it.she was shivering and asked me to run my tongue in between the pussy lips and spit inside and lick it.. I continued doing that and I was mad by her pussy smell as well as the strange fragrance in her pussy… She had applied some deodorant I believe. . Suddenly she pulled my hair hard and I thought she came… But there was not much of fluid flowing out from her pussy but she was gasping.I licked her pussy harder to give her maximum pleasure.. Pussy had turned really wet and slippery she loved it… She gasped for around 10 mins and stood upremoved her panty. And asked me to sit down on the seat… She said. .”Ill eat you.” She pulled my shorts down and my underwear too. And took my dick in her mouth. She spitted on my dick and started sucking it like she was starving for years… I loved so much of saliva in her mouth… Her mouth was wet and hot and slippery… I felt like ill come in her mouth. She bathed my dick with her saliva and took it out of her mouth. Then started licking top to bottom and licking my shaven balls she seemed to enjoy it… And obviously I was in heaven…

She continued to do that… She started to rub my dick on her nipple and between her boobs. She squeezed my ass and ran her fingers in ass cracks as she sucked my dick faster and faster. I was about to burst out… And I pulled it out… Splashing cum all over her neck and chest… She stroked my dick to squeeze out every drop of it then she rubbed it on her boobs and chest. She wiped it all off with her panties and she looked clean now…

We both were tired. And wanted a smoke… She lighted one and French kissed me to pass the smoke in to my mouth… As I smoked… I loved it this way… We both were naked and we were smoking.she had one hand on my dick and she was stroking it slowly but I was captivated by her butts. I wanted to eat her ass I rubbed her pussy as we French kissed again and again to pass smoke I slowly ran by finger under her pussy to her ass crack and slowly pressed it in her hole… It was painful for her.. She asked “what r u doing stupid. That’s the wrong place”, then I expressed my wish to her… She said she would love it, and she stood knelt down on the seat and my face was in her ass crack… She asked me to spit and lick in her crack when I fingered her pussy too. I spitted and licked her ass I loved it she had an appreciable ass I did that for 10 mins around and then she asked for a 69… We lied down in opposite directions and she had her pussy rich on my face and her mouth was gulping my cock…and I went crazy to her pussy too… Her pussy was dripping now… And I didn’t leave a single drop… I ate her pussy like a hungry dog… She was also gulping my cockwe both gave pleasure to one another she wanted to come in my mouth… I said fine… Before she came I shot in to her mouth… She probably didn’t like it… She called me “you dirty ass hole “… As she spitted all of it on my dick again and she started rubbing her ass and pussy hard on my face.

I couldn’t breathe much I like the way she treated me like a slave. She turned around and sat on my face pussy engulfed in my mouth. She was pulling my hair and rubbing her pussy on my tongue and moving faster and faster then one moment and she sat completely on my face yelling and all her fluids where flowing down in to my throat. I pushed her and jumped up coughing she said sorry and started sucking my cum covered dick and licked it hard and cleaned… She spitted all the cum on to her panty… And cleaned my dick… And her pussy she then sat on my dick… Pushing it in deep in to her pussy sitting on my lap facing me.. Her boobs jumping in front of me I held them and squeezed them as my dick was moving in and out of her pussy… I was in heaven and she was moaning too, she started moving faster and we French kissed she was biting my lips like a mad girl… I enjoyed it she was licking all over my face and chest… Since I just came twice before… I was quite confident that I am not going to cum again soon… She continued for 15 mins and she wanted it from behind now… She knelt down again I couldn’t resist her assi spitted in her ass crack and licked her pussy and ass to lubricate it again.. Then slowly inserted my dick and started riding her… I pulled her hair and squeezed her boobs… It was a wonderful feeling of her ass cheeks hitting my lap it was soft but firm. I was about to shoot and I pulled out. I didn’t cum so much… Since it was the third time she squeezed my dick to lick out all the cum I could ejaculate she started sucking it hard… I was flying in an unexplainable joy… We French kissed for another 1 hour almost sitting naked playing with our secret partsi fingered her to her final orgasm…

Then we slept off. It was morning… She woke up first and she wanted to smoke again. And she didn’t wear her clothes… She was enjoying that naked companywe both smoked and wore our dresses, took a shower… And came back to have break fast rest of our journey was the repetition of what happened that night.. By evening we were reaching howrah and by that time I had come around 10 times… We met several times in Calcutta in pubs and hotels… It was a sex season in my life. I do call her at times and we are very good friends now…

I was too lucky to get someone like that… That too so unexpectedly I think good luck will be with you too. I will send u couple of other experiences too… Wait for my next mails..! If you feel that you are that one mail me at [email protected], I would really like to have a long really sexual relationship of the type that this girl and I had since I believe life is too short and great sex is something which is truly one of life’s great pleasures. I am also extremely hygienic and careful and since I am coming from a monogamous long term relationship would like to meet an equally fastidious person. If you are the person I want, you can be any color, age or looks but must really enjoy sex especially oral and careful in your sexual habits and looking for a long term but extremely confidential relationship. I travel all over the country and stay in decent hotels.

It is past midnight but I cannot sleep. In spite of the incessant rain and the thunderstorm, power is there and the phone line is also working. I start the computer and get connected to the web. It is not easy to get connected to the net in this god-forsaken place. A v sat has been installed in the divisional forest office and the dish antenna atop the green office building is my link to the rest of the world.

Luckily the local area network that connects the computer in my home to the v sat in the forest office through the residence of the divisional forest officer (DFO) and my office is working. I feel aroused and start watching iss’ websites.

Among the numerous females advertising themselves on the Internet, one stands apart. She is Purnima Bhat. The website describes her as ‘a breath taking 25 year old beauty born in Srinagar, India.’ Blessed with good genes she is stunning 5’5 with a spell binding exotic look that will melt your heart with desire. I have watched her website for almost two years now. She must be real for she was twenty-three years old when I first saw her website two years ago. The increase in her age during the past two years has been precisely two years. A flame leaps through my loins as I watch her pictures in the portfolio menu of the website. Watching her portfolio and masturbating before the computer monitor is something I have done with regularity. That was all I could do, for Purnima was too expensive given my modest means.

The transfer a few weeks ago to Dandeli however changed everything. Suddenly Purnima is within my reach. I can send e-mail and request a meeting. I can visit Delhi over the weekend and enjoy her. I can visit Delhi either on 14th and 15th August or 20th and 21st August, as both second Saturday and third Saturday are holidays. But going on 20th and 21st August shall be the most suitable because I am one of the prominent citizens of the place and I do not want to be conspicuous by my absence during the district level Independence Day programmed here.

I send the following e mail: Are you available for an overnight encounter on 20/21 August at Delhi? Will hotel Le Meridian be suitable? I want to be seen as a rich man. I suggest what I think is the most expensive hotel in Delhi. The v sat stops working after a couple of days. The agency in Hyderabad that runs the v sat is demanding huge outstanding arrears but the concerning government authorities are unwilling to pay. The issue gets mired in red tape and is never resolved. I never get connected to the Internet through the v sat again. I am not sure if one can get connected to the Internet through phone in this place or not. All I know is that Internet in available in the nearest big town, Junglepur. This place is however 170 kilometers away.

I visit Junglepur on 5th August. I buy a new suitcase- this is essential because I shall be meeting Purnima in a five star hotel and they won’t let me in if I carry my torn old traveling bag with me. I buy VCD’s of latest films and provisions and return home. I also get a rail reservation to go to Delhi on 19th August. However, I do not find time to surf the Internet.

A get another opportunity to visit Junglepur soon after that. The boss has called a meeting on 12th August. The lout complained against me to the authorities in the state capital when I proceed on leave in June although he had asked me not to. I listen to the rough words he has for me. At the end of the meeting when all officers have moved out, and the boss is alone, I walk in and hand him an envelope containing Rs 15000. That buys me peace for the next few months. His manner of speaking changes and he never shouts at me.

The meeting over, I rush to the nearest cyber cafe. I am anxious to know what message Purnima has for me. The message is there-it was sent way back on 27th July itself: Well yes I am free as of now.

I get excited. I have so much to say. However I make the e-mail businesslike as if I were having some official appointment with Purnime Bhat. Who knows- some police official may be eavesdropping our secret messages. I type the following words and click on the send button:

I confirm that I shall meet you on 20/21 August night from 9 PM to 9 AM. My phone number is 07644 234029 R and 07644 234312 O. If you are busy on 20/21 August, can we meet on 19/20 August? Will Le Meridian be suitable or Hyatt regency? Or suggest any other suitable hotel where they may allow you to check in as my wife a few hours after I check in. I shall book the room in the name of Mr. And Mrs. Pradeep Vasudeva. Apart from the amount specified in your website what gift do you expect?

I get the reply almost instantaneously a few minutes after. So she is online! The reply as usual is brief. Only one of my queries in answered.

Can you make it to Park Royal in Nehru place?

My queries have not been answered. I repeat

Should I get a room booked in park royal? Is our appointment on 20/21 confirmed? What is your contact number?

I wait for a few minutes, expecting another instantaneous reply. When no new e-mail comes me logout and start the return journey. I reach my place at 1:30 AM. The next morning I desperately want to connect to the Internet. One of my subordinate officers is going to Junglepur I know. I tell him that I have to go again to Junglepur. Once again on 13th August I reach Junglepur in the afternoon traveling in the subordinate official’s vehicle. Purnima has once again sent a one liner:

Do you have any contact number?

Once again all my queries have not been answered. I give my contact number. I call Park Royal and book a room for Mr. And Mrs. Pradeep Vasudeva giving my credit card details. “My wife shall be coming a few hours after I check in. Will that cause any problem,” I ask the lady in the reservations department. “No-no problem at all,” she reassures. The room booked, I send another e-mail.

I have booked a room in Park Royal. Do you expect any gift apart from the amount in your website?

It has been a wonderful day. Purnima has replied to my messages, I have obtained rail reservation and I have booked a room in a five star hotel. Strange feelings overwhelm me on the way back. I have booked two tickets for the return journey: One in my name and another in the name of my wife. This is to convince the hotel staff that the woman with me is my wife and we are traveling together. But what if the girl I plan to meet decides to accompany me during the return journey? Will she agree to travel with me to my place if I offer her to come with me and live with me as my wife? She is after all a prostitute and all the people whom she meets leave her after doing the sex act. Nobody wants to develop an enduring relationship with her. But I am willing to live with her permanently. Will she accept my offer? She can travel with me as I have an extra ticket. She will walk out of the air-conditioned train compartment with me on the morning of 22nd August. My driver Santosh will be waiting outside in the Gypsy. He will think that the lovely lady from Kashmir is my wife. We shall travel early in the morning in the Gypsy to Dandeli. The large house in which I live shall no doubt impress Purnima. No one in Dandeli has seen the woman I am married to. Purnima can stay at my place as my wife. Everyone will think that she is my wife. But what will happen if my wife decides to visit the place? Should Purnima stay with me as my distant relative?

I have spent the previous two days in travel. I get up late. The incessant ringing of the phone at 11AM startles me. My heart begins thumping wildly. Purnima has my phone number. It must be she. But as always it is some routine call from my head clerk. On the evening of 14th August I feel depressed- no call has come. The sight of the telephone instrument makes me feel angry.

I get up early on the morning of the Independence Day. I have to unfurl the flag in the office compound at 7:30 AM. Getting up so early is difficult for a later riser like me. But the fact that I shall have the privilege of unfurling the flag in my office and watching the district level Independence Day function in the company of the Collector, the Superintendent of Police and the DFO sitting in the front row, makes me forget the inconvenience.

The celebrations over me traverse the entire length of the local market looking for a cyber café. There are quite a few shops with signboards advertising Internet facilities. But either the shops are closed or the shop owners say that the Internet is not working. GO AROUND DINDORI AND WRITE DETAILS. I finally locate a shop where the Internet is working.

“What is the rate of surfing the Internet for an hour?” I ask. “You can surf for an hour. Nobody comes here to surf the net. It is so expensive. All we do is use the net to tell students their board exam results.” Reluctantly the man allows me to check my e-mail for Rs twenty provided I do so quickly.

My efforts are not fruitless. As ever Purnima Bhat has replied all my queries. As always all her replies are one liners, because she has sent three different e mails in reply to my three queries.

The first e mail reads:

No I don’t expect anything apart from what is at my site. The second e mail is:

Hi the phone number you gave is of which place?

The third in reply to my message that I have booked a room in Park Royal is:

OK

She has not called me or given me her phone number even at this stage. I too decide to send a one liner giving details of my place:

Dandeli, near Junglepur

I spend the next day checking lots to be sold in the next auction. DETAILS MAY BE GIVEN. Back home in the evening I rush to the Cyber cafe. But I am told that the Internet is not working. No phone call comes. She won’t call even after knowing all the details from me. I search for ‘escort service’ phone numbers in the classifieds columns of an old newspaper. One number 9810664651 has the heading Indian Beauty. Purnima’s website also advertises her as Indian Beauty. As she won’t give me her number I think of a way out. I shall send this number by e-mail asking if it is hers. On 17th August morning I visit the cyber cafe again. Luckily the Internet is working this time. She has sent a one word reply to my latest e-mail:

Thanks. I send another e-mail. This is my final:

Please give me your contact number so that I may contact you on reaching Delhi on 19th. I am leaving this place tomorrow for Delhi. Is 9810664651 your contact number? I leave for Delhi in my official vehicle at 5:30 PM on 18th. I have planned to reach Delhi a day in advance so that I may have rest and am able to perform well. The train leaves Birsinghpur railway station at 8:10 PM. I cover half the distance in an hour. Birsinghpur is now only 40 kilometers away. But the road ahead is un metal and full of potholes. It is an hour before I cover the next twenty-five kilometers. We ultimately reach a place where a river is flowing over the road. We have to turn back and take a circuitous route. Time is running fast- the road seems endless. We reach a crowded bazaar. We make several enquiries about the location of the station. I feel restless-it is time for the train to depart from the station. I feel like weeping. My chauffeur is not familiar with place. None of my predecessors ever choose to board the train from this place. All preferred Junglepur although Birsinghpur at 80 KM is much near.

At Delhi on 19th I have two messages waiting for me. The first sent on 18th August is in reply to me e-mail:

No that number is not mine. Please don’t call on that. The second message is the first sent by her on her own, suo moto and not a reply to an e mail from me.

So are we meeting tomorrow?

I instantly type the following words:

Yes I am already in Delhi. We are meeting tomorrow. You may come to Park Royal Nehru place anytime after 6 Pm for a 12 hour meeting. You may contact me on mobile 09827278167. I am in Hotel Tourist. I shall move to Park Royal between 1 and 2 PM tomorrow.

Once again she is online! He reply comes lightening fast.

Make it 9PM. Will it be OK?

Now I realize that she will never give me her phone number. So she must be real. Also I do not need her phone number at all. I send the following message: I will send you my room number in Park Royal after check in. Please check your e-mail between 3 PM and 5 PM tomorrow to find me room number. You may not give your contact number.

The message sent I walk down to the Connaught Place. As ever I saunter to the book stalls near the Plaza cinema. I buy a copy of Khushwant Singh’s novel The Company of Women. That is the ideal book for a person who looks for extra marital sex. I have drinks and dinner return to my hotel eat a sleeping pill and try to get rest. Finally it is D-day: the twentieth of August. I take a local train from New Delhi railway station to Okhla railway station. He train stops at Hazrat Nizammudin railway station. Standing in the crowded compartment I feel odd. I am going to spend the day in a five star hotel. Yet I have chosen the cheapest possible mode of transport: a local train. Somehow I cannot rid myself of middle class miserliness. Minutes continue to pass- the train does not move. I become restive, move out of the train and get an auto for Nehru place.

Park Royal is indeed a grand royal hotel. It is called Intercontinental eros these days. I walk with confidence to the reception. I girl wearing a long dark coat is on duty. “Is there a reservation in the name of Mr. And Mrs. Pradeep Vasudeva?” She replies in the affirmative and places a folder containing a computer typed piece of paper in front of me. It contains all the details about me. Some details have to be filled in however. The form filling completed, she asks me to deposit Rs 10,000. That is more than what I am ready to pay. The room costs Rs 6000. In addition to what I have to pay to Purnima, I have only Rs 8000 with me. I pay the advance by credit card. I am given room no 801. An executive escorts me to the room. No inconvenient questions are asked- nobody asks me why my wife or companion is not with me. I am shown the wines kept in the mini bar, the television set, the locker and the toilet. I ask for Internet access. It can be accessed from the business center. The man leaves the place.

The room is indeed wonderful. There is a large window on one side of the room. On drawing the curtains I can see the beautiful lotus shaped bahai temple. A study table with some papers, writing pad, a pencil, a pen and a telephone is placed at a corner of the room near the large glass window. The toilet is on the opposite side. A glass screen separates the toilet and the room. On the other side of the glass screen, by the side of the passage to the toilet is a closet containing a dressing table and some shelves where the attendant has placed my luggage.

Tucked in the corner is a small fridge. On the top of the fridge are some shelves containing exotic drinks both alcoholic and nonalcoholic. The refrigerator is also full to the brim with alcoholic drinks and snacks. Moving in from the merciless hot summer sun, I feel thirsty. I instantly pick up a can of Heineken beer and gobble the wonderful stuff. It indeed tasted wonderful! I take out my copies of The Company of Women and How to become The Sensual Man and start reading. The coolness of the room makes me feel energetic as start reading ‘sensuality exercises’ to brace myself up for the sensual evening.

Night with Purnima Bhat At 8:15 PM the incessant ringing of the phone startles me. I pick up the phone placed on a table near the bed. It is a male voice. I cannot make sense of what he wants to say. He seems to be speaking a foreign language. I ask him to repeat what he has said. ‘So you have an appointment with Purnima Bhat today evening?’ he asks. ‘Yes.’ ‘She shall call you within ten minutes and reach your room within half an hour.

So please do not move out the room.’ He hangs up. I find that my heart is beating furiously as my anxiety scales a new peak. I cannot sit or stand still. I walk about in the room. I recall the August afternoon thirteen years ago when I was sitting on a chair outside a room of a member of the Union Public service Commission waiting to be interviewed. That was the only day in my life when I had felt so excited and anxious at the same time. But this is a different feeling. The anxiety is there because I am expecting something pleasant and not something awful. I am going to be entertained by a most beautiful woman: the kind of woman one sees in films, on TV and in magazines but never meets in real life. I check the white paper bag containing currency notes. It is there. So there is nothing to worry. God knows what will happen if the girl comes but I cannot find the money that I am supposed to offer her. The mobile rings and an unknown number is displayed on the screen. ‘Hi Mr. Vasudeva. I am Purnima Bhat. What is your room number?’ ‘Eight zero one,’ I reply.

She says that she shall reach my room soon. It is 8:30. I spend a few more anxious moments walking about in the room. Finally when the call bell rings about fifteen minutes later, I almost faint with excitement. I look out through the keyhole. Yes it is she! Her hair is brown and loosely spread over her shoulders. I cannot see her facial features through the small keyhole. She walks in as I open the door. She greets me in English. She is wearing jeans and a red top. She indeed has ‘a smile that can tame the fiercest tiger’ as claimed by the website. She is quite thin and short, has pearly teeth and expressive eyes. She has beautifully trimmed her eyebrows and her hair is golden brown. I offer her a chair. She continues to smile as she sits down on a seat. ‘Shall I hand you the money?’ I ask. She nods to indicate her willingness. I hand over the white paper envelope. ‘So this is twenty. May I count it?’ she asks. I ask her to go ahead. I sit on the side of the bed waiting as she sitting on the chair right in my front counts the cash carefully. ‘It is okay.’ she says as she puts the envelope in her purse. She picks up her mobile phone. I know that she is sending an sms to her agent indicating that all is well. The sms sent, she moves to the bed and sits near me. Her mobile is similar to mine. ‘Same mobile,’ she exclaims as she places he mobile near my mobile on the side table. ‘Do you want dinner?’ I ask politely. I am determined to treat her in a polite way. For she is one of the few women who have offered themselves to me. That I am paying a hefty sum for her services does not matter. And most women would go to any length in protecting their chastity leading to never ending frustration in the process. ‘No not now. But do you want dinner right now?’ ‘I had something in some other hotel in the evening. I am not hungry at the moment.’

I do not want to rush through, because I want to make the most of it. To begin with I start a conversation. ‘To which place do you belong?’ I ask this question because I want to check if she is the real Purnima Bhat. ‘To Delhi.’ ‘How long have you stayed in Delhi?’ ‘For the past 15 or 16 years.’ I instantly know that she is not the real Purnima Bhat. The real Purnima belongs to Kashmir and has lived in Delhi only for the past five or six years. ‘But the website says that you belong to Kashmir?’ ‘I am originally form Kashmir but now settled in Delhi.’ “Shall we have a bath together?” “No I had a bath just before coming here.” I too had a bath just before her arrival. Like me she too has had a bath to prepare herself for the occasion.

I begin gradually. To start with I kiss her hands. She removes her top and jeans. She is wearing a black bra and a black panty. I stop her and ask her not to remove the undergarments. She is mine for the night. There is no need to hurry. I want to get excited gradually and build up my passion step by step. Her legs and arms are smooth and hairless. She has a silver ring through her navel. But she asks me not to touch it because she finds it painful. The beauty of her slim, fair and hairless legs is however marred by some scars of wounds or boils sustained in childhood. It is the night of passion. I want to kiss every part of her anatomy. I begin with the feet. I begin by kissing her toes. “Nobody must have kissed your feet.” She nods in assent. I move upwards towards the legs. By the time I am kissing and stroking her thighs I am quite excited. Now I ask her to remove the bra and panty. Her breasts are conical and just of the right size. This is the way breasts should be: Neither too small nor too big. Her pussy also appears small and lovely. “Shall I kiss you down there?” She nods in assent. I kiss her down there passionately. She appears wet and worked up. I would have liked to suck her love juices, but the fear of contacting some disease prevents me from doing so. “Do you engage in oral sex?” I ask. “I don’t do it usually but I can do it for you.”

“And what about penetration from behind?” “No I don’t do it.” “Not anal sex but vaginal penetration from behind- the way animals do it.” “That I can do.” She knows that I am ready for the sex act. She takes out a Kamasutra condom from her purse. “I have brought condoms with me,” I say as I remove a condom from a box of ten that I have placed under the pillow, “will you fix it on me.” I lie down on the bed with my penis fully erect as she removes the condom and puts it on me. She seems quite skilled and does it quite quickly. “Will you come over me or should I be on the top?” she asks. So she wants to be on the top! She is the first woman I have met who wants to be on the top right at the outset! I continue to lie down on the bed as she mounts me. She is quite wet as she begins hopping on me. She is like a sophisticated masturbation machine. I never knew that a woman could fuck a man so fast! Now I understand why she wanted to be on the top. She wanted to be over with it as soon as possible. The testosterone capsules and the Cialis tablets I have taken earlier appear to be working. I do not ejaculate despite all her efforts. After a few moments I ask her to stop because now I want to be on the top.

The advantage of the “missionary position” is that I can lick her lovely breasts, earlobes, throat, arms and armpits as I make love. She likes my kissing her throat and earlobes and gets quite excited. She is all wet. Liquid has come out of her pussy and made her thighs wet. “Do you always get so wet?” I ask. “Yes,” she says as she reaches for her towel to wipe off the liquid. “No don’t wipe it off,” I say, “I like it.” I wipe off the liquid with my hand and put it on my penis. She lets out a moan of pleasure as I enter her. She is much shorter than me. My powerful thrusts are too much for her. Her whole body moves up and down as I continue with the thrusts. Once again I am able to continue for a long time. She starts making pelvic thrusts so that I may come.

She appears tired. Her vagina is dry now. “It was so wet only a few moments ago and now it is so dry. What is the mater?” “It happens with me that way. I shall be wet when we start doing is after some time.” My efforts at prolonging the sex act have not proved so useful after all. I should have ejaculated earlier I realize. It is difficult to judge if the expression on her face is that of pleasure or pain. It must be painful because she is dry now. “Tell me if it hurts. I shall stop it.” She does not say that it is painful, perhaps because she has been trained to allow her clients to continue without showing that it is painful. I remove my penis, indulge in foreplay so that she me get wet again. But my efforts are futile. She remains dry as before. I too do not find it pleasant, so want to finish it off and ejaculate soon. She goes too the bathroom to clean herself.

She looks more beautiful as she comes back to the room stark naked smiling. He legs, the pubis, and above all the smile are enchanting, captivating. “Now you can go to the bathroom to wash yourself,” she says. I never wash myself after the sex act. I decline the offer. It is 10:15 PM. “Shall we have dinner now?” I ask. “Yes.” I pick up the menu. We both read it and try to decide what to order. “The rates are astronomical,” she says. She is right. No dish is priced below Rs. 300. We ultimately decide to have shahi paneer and naan. She wants dinner in the room itself. She is not willing to go to the restaurant. Room service can be accessed by pressing a single key on the phone. She knows this. The guy at the room service notes down the order. “Give me half an hour,” he says as I disconnect the phone.

This is the proper time to have a conversation with the angelic creature before me I know. “Are you the only Purnima Bhat or are there other Purnima Bhats also?” “Well… any girl can call herself Purnima Bhat. I am Purnima Bhat. Some other girl can also be Purnima Bhat.” “Up to what level have you studied?” “Up to the ten plus two level. I left studies and started modeling after that.” I am sure now.

She is not the real Purnima Bhat. For as per the website Purnima Bhat has studied up to the B.Com level. “Are you in business?” she asks. “No.” “So you are in service.” “So you do not know anything about me. I gave all the information about myself in the e-mails that I sent you! So you have read none of my e mails!” “I was asked to visit Room no 801 of this hotel late in the afternoon today. I was unwilling to come. I made up my mind at the last moment.” “What would have happened of you had not come?” “Then some other girl would have come.” This is surprising! I wonder which person has been reading all my e mails. So websites featuring “independent” escorts are no different from websites operated by “agents.” God knows how many Purnima Bhats are being fucked today night. “Can I have your photo? I have a camera.” “No not at all.” “Not this way. You can put up your clothes. And you may hide your face if you like.” She does not agree for a photograph even with her face hidden. A photograph can prove dangerous for her and her career as a model at this stage she says. I want she should leave behind something permanent apart from memories of the fleeting pleasure. “But you are a model your pictures must have been published in magazines.” “Yes, my picture shall appear in hoardings.

And I have been photographed for the cover of the M magazine. The magazine shall be published soon.” In the weeks that follow, I look for M magazine in every bookstall in every city that I visit: Delhi, Bhopal and Jabalpur. But I cannot locate the M magazine. “Do you take part in catwalks?” “No because I am so short.” “Have you taken part in TV serials?” “No, I have no interest in serials. But I am trying for roles in films.” The call bell rings. The bearer obviously has brought the dinner. She wants to rush to the bathroom. “But why don’t you remain in the room. After all the room is booked in the name of Mr. and Mrs. Vasudeva?” “They will understand that I am not your wife.” She is true. She is too young to look like my wife. And her dress is not like that of a married woman. She picks up the jeans and the top lying on the floor and disappears in the bathroom. She reenters the room to pick up her purse that she had left behind. All this happens while the bearer is waiting outside with dinner. I feel anxious. The bearer should not be made to wait outside so long. He will understand what is going on inside. The bearer comes in and places the dinner on the table. She enters the room as the bearer departs. “You took away all your clothes and the purse but forgot something vital: The used condom, and the box of condoms on the side table. And then the delay in opening the door.

The bearer must have understood what is going on here.” She has the smile of the cat that has taken the cream. “It does not matter. After all, he is only a bearer.” I am not hungry. The stuff I had at the cheap hotel in the evening has not been digested. I ask her to have food. But she insists that I too have dinner with her. I decide to have some drinks and a little food to give her company. “Do you take wine? There is a fine collection of wines in the bar.” “No I don’t.” I move to the bar located near the entrance. Which wine to choose? The bar has an endless collection: VSOP Cognac being the most expensive- Rs 625 for a small bottle. Imported vodka, scotch, and red wine, white wine- it is hard to make a choice. The choice of non alcoholic drinks is also endless- French Evian mineral water, club soda, tonic water, iced tea, Red Bull Energy drink, Dole juice, Granini juice. There is a collection of savories to go with the drinks- Pringle wafers, Health Bar, Starnuts. I find it hard to make a choice. “What are you doing? Why are you taking so much time?” she calls. She appears eager to have dinner with me as if I were her boy friend or her husband. “I was looking for some drink but could not decide,” I say. I decide to have Cabernet Sauvignon 2001 red wine. Picking up a bottle I move to the table. I continue the conversation as we begin having the dinner. “Are you married?” I ask. “I am only twenty-one. How I can be married?” “Some one called me ten minutes before you called. Who was he?” “He was the driver of the car. It is an organization. At the top is the big boss. I have never met him. Below him are two persons.

Then there the drivers.” “Do all the girls in your organization demand Rs 20,000 for the night?” “I don’t know because I am basically a model and do this work only occasionally. I don’t have many friends in this occupation. But girls are priced both below and above this rate.” “Are highly priced girls very beautiful?” “I don’t know the details, but the price depends on both the beauty of the girl and her behavior and manner of speaking. Once I obtained Rs 50,000.” “For the full night?” “Yes.” “In Delhi.” “Yes in Delhi.” “Have you come to this hotel before?” “Yes many times.” “What is your share out of the money you get?” “I do not do all this for money. I just like doing it. The business operates on the basis of contract. I am given a fixed amount for 4 or five days in Delhi. The amount is fixed- it does not increase even if I entertain three customer in the course of a day.” I can notice the contradictions in what she is saying. At a point she says that she does this once in a while. No she has admitted to entertaining three customers in a day! “But how can you entertain three customers in a day?” “Most of them are drunk. So they finish soon- some complete their quota of two sex acts in half an hour; others finish in an hour. And we do not allow more than two sex acts.” “But are you willing to have sex with any person?” “No not at all. Some men are dirty. I hate paan chewing men. If there is any problem we tell our bosses accordingly and leave the place. Nobody forces us.” “But how you know that a man shall be disagreeable?” “With practice we can find out what type of person is there at the other end just by making a phone call.” “That you can judge from an e mail also.” “Of course.” She likes the food. No doubt it is five star food.

I too continue to eat and at the same time sip the red wine. The food finished, she asks me too keep the empty plates outside. “Somebody will come to pick up the plates,” she says. Neither she nor I want that some bearer should enter the room again. He mobile rings again. She looks at the number on the screen. She asks me to remain quiet. It is probably someone close to her who does not know her nocturnal activities. She asks the other person to cut short the conversation as she is roaming and has to pay for incoming calls as well. I make a mental note of this fact. “When did you come to Delhi?” “Only today. I was so tired, I was unwilling to come here but they insisted.” “Did you travel by air or by train?” “By air.” “Then you should not feel tired.” “I went to my place for rakhi. I went by bus to some place in Delhi. It was a long journey.” She does not tell the name of the place from where she came by air. Dinner over, we are ready for another bout of lovemaking. She asks me not to withdraw the penis and restart fucking again. Obviously she wants that I should finish soon. I ask her to do oral sex this time. “I can do it only with a condom,” she says. “Of course it shall be with a condom.” I lie down on the bed and put the condom on my organ. She starts sucking the head of the penis. I do not find it too enjoyable. I ask her to stop it. Once again I begin kissing her lovely body. I pass my fingers over her eye-brows, touch her lips and kiss her earlobes. She is wet again. “Start it if you want to do it again,” she says as if she is too willing to perform the sex act, “but do not continue for such a long time and do not take it out and insert it again and again.” “But you are here for the night,” I say. “But that does not mean that we shall continue to do this for the entire night. I shall leave this place latest by 4 AM.” This time I enter her from behind. She is quite skilled in having sex in this position also. She bends forward, holds my penis and inserts it. I continue my powerful thrusts for quite some time. After a pause I start sex in the more conventional missionary position. Now I do it, as she wants it. I do not withdraw the penis to re insert it. I just stop making thrusts when about to ejaculate while keeping the penis inside. She is quick to notice that I have changed my strategy aimed at maximizing the duration of the sex act. “You should not stop making thrusts or do so slowly – you should continue them.” Forcing oneself on an unwilling female is no fun- I realize. I cannot continue the sex act for such a long time normally. This is due to the drugs that I have consumed. I should not have consumed two tablets of Tadalafil besides testosterone capsules. I must ejaculate soon- before she becomes dry. I turn her on the side while making thrusts. I ejaculate soon.

The second session of lovemaking ends at 12:28 AM. Now she wants to go back. She calls her pimp and tells him that she is finished and wants to go back. The man at the other end says that it is too late and that she should stay in the hotel till morning. But no- she is unwilling to listen to her. “But you should stay here for twelve hours. I shall not disturb you.” “What is the use of my staying here till morning? You have to sleep, I too want rest.” “Are you tired?” “Of course I am. You have done nothing but the sex act for almost four hours with just half an hour break in between.” “But you can sleep here also. We shall not engage in any sexual activity.” “I do not feel relaxed till I go back home.” “But your home must not be as comfortable as this five star hotel room.” “Of course that is true, but reaching home after completion of work is a different feeling.” “But will someone come to take you at this unearthly hour?” “Of course. The car must be going around the town dropping and picking up girls.” “Dropping girls at this unearthly hour?” “Yes people make demands at all hours.” “After all, this is twenty four hour service,” I chuckle. She is indeed quite sleepy. She sleeps in my arms stark naked. She is lying on the top of me like a child. It is a wonderful feeling. A young girl whom I do not know who is mine just for a few hours, asleep in my arms like a wife, a beloved or a helpless child. It is a queer satisfying feeling- more satisfying than the drug induced prolonged love making session. With the young woman in my arms, and the blanket on us I feel quite warm and uncomfortable.

The central air conditioning system does not appear to be working. A gently move my arm to lift the blanket without disturbing her. But this is enough to disturb her. She gets up with a start and reaches for the phone. “So you want to make a call again?” I ask. “For the last time. I shall spend the night here if he does not send the car this time.” It is 1:30 AM. She calls up her pimp again and tells him that she wants to go back because she has finished the job over an hour ago. “It is raining outside,” she says, “So Arjun was unwilling to send the car.” “But why do you want to go out at this unearthly hour. What will other people in the lobby think?” “It is not so late. People must be drinking wine and having food. No one will notice my departure.” “But the room is booked in the name of Mrs. and Mr. Vasudeva. We can check out together in the morning.” “That is not possible. I may come again to this place tomorrow night. I can’t check out as your wife.” Sleeping in the arms of one another we were like a separate unit oblivious of the existence of the outside world in a different universe only moments ago. The air-conditioned hotel room is like an ivory tower away from the pale of rain, thunder and heat. I remove the curtain and we look outside. Indeed it is raining outside. The glittering Delhi evening is spread before us. Bright lights extend like stars till the horizon. The B”ah”ai temple is sparkling like a jewel in the dark night. Dim blue lights illumine the swimming pool down below. “Aaah!” she lets out a cry in exhilaration and ecstasy. We share moments beholding the bright and the beautiful world outside. After that we decide to sleep.

But I am not feeling sleepy. I must have my sleeping pill. I go to the almirah facing the bathroom door where my luggage has been kept. I take out a strip of sleeping pills. “What are you doing there,” she asks. She wants that I should remain before her. My departure towards the bathroom always makes her feel anxious. Perhaps she thinks that I shall make a call to the cops to get her arrested or do something else that will harm her interests. “I was unable to sleep so I wanted to take a sleeping pill. Do you want one?” “No I do not want to take anything that is addicting. But do these sleeping pills work?” “Of course they do. This is Stresnil- it is the mildest. This is Zolpidem tartrate- this one is stronger. And this is Nitrazepam- the strongest pill that I have with me at the moment,” I say as I show her the strips of sleeping pills. I swallow half a pill of Stresnil. I get into the bed nears the bathroom. She gets into the bed towards the window. We switch off the lights and try to sleep. I hope that the pimp shall not send the car at this unearthly hour in the rain and that the angelic creature shall spend the “entire night” with me as my companion as promised in the website. The pill is not very strong. After about an hour when it begins to have effect and I am in a half sleep state the shrill call of the mobile phone shatters my sleep. She gets up with a start. The call is brief this time. “The car has come,” she says, “It is in the porch near the entrance to the hotel.” With a start she gets up and approaches the door. I too get up and walk behind her. As she is about to open the door to go out, I hold her hand and kiss it. She stops for a moment and goes out. Now I am alone in the room.

My sleep has been disturbed. I have taken strong sleeping pills during the previous three nights. I do not want to consume another strong sleeping pill. I spend the night in a half asleep half awake state. In the morning I get up, check out of the hotel and am back in the railway station. My train leaves at 12:30 PM. Early the following morning the train drops me in Birsinghpur railway station. This is a small nondescript place so different from Delhi. Only a few people can be seen at this early hour. I have to get a bus for my remote forest district from here. For that I have to go to the shopping centre, I am told. A local bus drops me in the shopping centre. It consists of a block with half a dozen shops deserted at this early hour: the term “shopping centre” for this place hardly seems proper. After a four-hour backbreaking journey through rough roads, I am back in my place.

Working as Engineer for an important construction firm, I often had to contribute efforts with my boss on important projects for foreign nationals. Over the months, as our projects started being successful, my burden of the work also increased voluminously.

My boss never really tried to grasp what was going on, though he held piles of valuable information on his laptop. Most of the time, he just wanted me to keep things running, and took credit for the good things whether he was involved or not. On the other hand, he is a real lady’s man. One after the other, the most attractive women around would inevitably catch his eye and he would then put his handsome looks to good use. The stories of his various sexcapades were, in fact, the worst kept secret at our firm.

Once, gathering back up data for one particular construction project, I decided to secretly access his laptop and get some of the information I needed to complete the project in time and to pave the way to a promotion at my job in the long term.

For several months my wife Sanjana wanted us visit her parents. Once again the project came at the wrong time. I therefore proposed her to go on her own, and I promised to join her once my presentation was over. Since the airport was close to the hotel where my boss and I were having an important summing up meeting prior to the presentation, I proposed that she accompany me.

I was pleased with the solution. My wife Sanjana would be of help to keep company to my boss while I would go to look for his laptop. He would see no inconvenience to me bringing my wife, as I knew he would not turn down the company of a beautiful woman. However I chose not tell Sanjana anything about my plan for it to have a better chance of success.

Over the months, after a hard day’s work, I often spoke to her at great length about my job. She was well aware of the difficulties I was encountering, and our conversations about my handsome womanizing boss were often the highlight of our evenings.

Sanjana and I reached the hotel late on the evening. My boss had arrived half an hour before and he came to meet us. I introduced him to my wife and left them to help get our suitcase to our hotel room. The boss and I had booked adjoining rooms with a communicating door, which was all the better for me. Then I joined Sanjana and we took leave of my boss. In the room I asked Sanjana her opinion about him. She told me “You were right, he is a real flirt”.

“Why? Did he say anything?” I asked.

“He praised me a lot and said you are lucky to have such a lovely wife”

“He might be just right” I teased her.

The following day, leaving Sanjana to herself, I met my boss in the seminar room made available for us. When the working session was coming to a close, I proposed that he joined my wife and me for dinner. He accepted gracefully. This was the opportunity I was looking for. I went to the hotel and asked Sanjana to get dressed for the evening.

Five minutes after we sat at a table in the hotel’s restaurant I excused myself. I needed to get our presentation on film for the following day. I could see in Sanjana’s eyes that she was not very happy with the arrangement. She didn’t say anything though. I comforted her by saying it will not take more than thirty minutes. They only had time to order for a cocktail, and I would be back.

Of course I had already got someone from the hotel to collect the film for me. I therefore went straight to our room and through the communicating door, easily accessed the boss’s room. I reached for his laptop and had hardly started copying the required files on my floppy disk when I heard someone coming towards the room.

Taking the laptop with me I hurriedly moved towards the bathroom and closed the door behind me, leaving a small slit so I could see who was coming. I was greatly surprised to see my boss accompanied by my wife Sanjana. They must have got tired waiting for me in the restaurant. I was curious what pretence my boss had used to get Sanjana to accompany him to his room.

I was soon to find out as my boss took out his photo album from his suitcase and started showing Sanjana photos he had taken at various places in the world. Sanjana always wanted to travel and I remember telling my boss about that once.

I could not come out of my hiding, as I had no excuse for being here, doing what I was doing. I therefore watched as he helped her flip through the album. Somehow my boss managed to graze past Sanjana’s fingers once or twice as he turned the pages for her.

Though she pretended not to notice I knew she was conscious what he was getting at and that made her nervous. She flipped through the remaining pages quickly, thanked him politely and got up to leave. She obviously did not want to encourage him. The boss got up and tried to get her interested with a painting on the wall of the hotel room. As they exchanged a few words, my boss told her “He won’t be back yet. We might as well wait for him here only.”

Though visibly uncomfortable, Sanjana could not find anything to say. He moved closer to her and said “We aren’t doing anything wrong, are we?”

He was now gently holding at her upper arm, looking straight at her. Sanjana was looking away in an attempt to avoid his eyes on her. He gently lifted her face with his index finger and said: “When a woman blushes it means she is embarrassed or she is angry. Which one are you now?”

His voice was very gentle, like a caress on her, and she blushed some more. He moved his face closer to her and said: “Would it embarrass you more if I go ahead and kiss you?”

This caused Sanjana to react. She moved back and managed to say ” We…we…must not do that”

“My husband will be here any moment now,” she said in between her breath.

“Had it not been for him you mean…”

“No ” she quickly said, seeing her mistake.

“Then why?” he asked.

“You are a flirt. You must have been through this with many women before. I am not like… these women.”

“I swear… I am really attracted to you”

“You must be saying this to everyone you meet” she said

“This is one thing that I have never said before”

“What?” she asked.

“This morning when I woke up, first thing I thought of you, of your legs as I saw them yesterday through your skirt…about how I longed to caress them right there. I thought of your mouth…about the way your lips delicately close on each other as you pronounce each word in a sentence…about the blush that appears on your cheeks every time you are embarrassed …like now”

His words seemed to take her by surprise. He had moved very close, his mouth almost touching her cheeks as he talked. “When your husband asked to have dinner together, I realized it was the last chance I could get to see you once more…to watch your legs as you move up the stairs…”

She was now leaning against the wall, her face turned away from him. The tip of his finger was traveling all over the fine features of her face that offered them to him.

“I really want to kiss you …even if you are to hate me for that…just one kiss”

It was more than she could resist. Her hesitation was less than half a second. She said:” Just …just promise you will stop when I ask you”

A shiver went through my spine and all over me.

They were now standing close to the wall, their bodies closing on each other. He was touching her throat with his fingers while caressing her arm with the other hand. She closed her eyes and he bent over her and brushed over her lips. Slowly he kissed her all around her mouth and took her upper lips into his. He continued pressing her until her lips parted. Slowly she responded as he continued kissing her more and more passionately. She moved her hands to his shoulders and opened her mouth to return his kisses.

They greedily went for each other, oblivious to everything around. The sound they made with their mouths could be heard across the room.

For one short instant I thought I should intervene to put an end to all this. Inside of me however, I was not sure not I should do so. I was not sure I had any control over her right then. I felt Sanjana might not obey me. Even if she did, her body wouldn’t. It was feverishly responding to him. She herself had no control over it. I therefore resolved myself to watch, not even having the courage to look away.

My boss was now kissing my wife’s throat while his hand caress all over her body, coming to rest on her breast as he bent his head further to start sucking on it through her clothes.

There was a sharp knock at the door. She was the first to move away, still short of breath. As she leaned to the wall, he went to the door. In came the hotel boy with the two cocktails they had ordered back there in the restaurant. He placed the trolley inside and left.

For a few seconds the two of them just stayed there. My wife Sanjana had started to regain composure. She seemed embarrassed to have let herself go. She started moving towards the door but he quickly stopped her by holding her arm and getting in front of her.

“We should not have done that “she said.

He looked pleadingly at her. “Wait…”

He moved his hands to hold her waist in an attempt to get prevent her moving away from him. She raised her head to meet his eyes and said: “You promised.”

She now had her back to the door.

“Just five minutes” he pleaded, lowering himself to his knees in front of her and holding to her at the waist. His head rested against her belly. Slowly her hands moved to his hair and played with it. She moved her fingers sensually on his eyebrows, his nose, and his lips.

Still kneeling, he kissed her fingers and took it into his mouth. With great care he opened the split of her dress, revealing the whiteness of her legs. Still kneeling before her, he ran his fingers from her calf upwards, slowly… Then he kissed her legs, moved along her leg upward, caressing and kissing …a thousand kisses.

My wife moved her hands behind her, to grope for a support on the door. Her whole body was shivering and her mouth was slightly open. Suddenly she left a stifled cry “aahhh…” as a tremor went through her whole body with a pulsating sensation in her throat and her breast.

Taking my wife’s moan as a cue, my boss rose, lifting her with him and sat her on the bed. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his chest to her. She was now looking straight into his eyes. He then started unzipping his trousers.

I felt my stomach getting dry. This could not be happening, not Sanjana, not my faithful wife. She won’t let him, I thought. She isn’t going to.

My breath nearly came to a stop when he took out his cock. Sanjana had moved closer to him, and bending her head, cupped the cock within her fingers and kissed it. She then laid herself on the bed, her eyes still fixed on him. She had let it known she was entirely his.

Never in my wildest could I visualize my wife kissing a cock, not even mine. I realized she must have felt it hard against her when he kissed her against the wall. She must have thought about it since. She must have longed for it.

Now my boss needed no further encouragement. He picked up her leg and ran his hand down to her thigh, lifting her dress to reveal her panties. With a swift movement he removed it to get access to her. Kissing her leg as he held it in his arms, he pulled her closer to him and guided his cock inside. He was not wearing a condom. She didn’t care. She wanted him inside her urgently; she didn’t want him to stop.

With gentle regular thrusts, he got her body moving with his. She arched backwards, her hands holding to the side of the bed, wriggling with each successive thrust. Moans of pleasure escaped from her throat. Her long split dress had been pulled above her knees revealing her legs, shameless, yet lovely like I have never seen them. In fact, with a twinge of pain, I realized that Sanjana looked her most desirable self.

Suddenly my boss stopped his movement and a wave seemed to travel from his body to hers, causing her to arch further backward. Then he started again, this time in faster thrusts, entering her deeper each time. The stifled moans that came from her were now louder, in short bursts.

The sight of my proud and respectful wife experiencing wild pleasure, her legs stretched apart in this man’s arm, was one I was not prepared for. The body I always held as sacred was now being invaded and enjoyed like a mere object of lust.

And then it was all over, the wriggling, thrusting, and moaning. Slowly he let her leg fall and he fell on top of her, his cock still inside her. They stayed like that without moving. Then they both got up hurriedly. They quickly made themselves presentable to meet me in the restaurant. He caught her waist and kissed her as they looked into the mirror. Then again just before leaving the room. [email protected].

This may sound passé, but it is true that this incident did occur. This incident occurred in May 2006. I’m Shaunak, a 28 year old male from Bangalore. I’m an athletically built man, 5’11 in height.

In April 2006, a friend of mine got married, and at his wedding reception, I met a group of his friends from another circle…his social circle, whereas we were friends right from college time. That’s when he introduced me to Sonia. She was a taut, 5’6” tall, fair skinned 27 year old woman. I would not say she was beautiful…she was very pretty looking no doubt, but the feeling and message which came across when I saw her face was that she definitely had a wild side to her. We all got into a general discussion, and soon it was well past midnight and time to leave. Again, her naughty look prompted me to muster up courage and ask her number, which she readily gave.

Over the next week or 10 days, we spoke quite a bit and we decided to meet up for a coffee on Infantry Road. I waited for her, and I saw her coming, but strangely, she just peeped through her car and drove away. Seething with anger, I did not call her, just sent her an sms that if she did not want to meet, it was fine with me, but she had no business making me wait for her, come there and then simply drive past. She called immediately and apologized saying she got nervous because her brother works on Infantry Road. She proposed dinner that same evening though, and I accepted the dinner invite. We parked her car at The Grand Ashok and drove around, deciding where to head for dinner, when we decided that a Chinese meal would be the order of the evening. So we drove to Mainland China on Church Street and had a very minimal dinner comprising of a couple of soups and starters. Basically being besides her was distraction enough and food was the last thing on my mind. I paid up for the dinner and we sat in the car, and I looked at her, “What next”. She replied, “Let’s go for a drive”. So, a drive it was. We drove all the way from Church Street towards the airport. Crossing the airport, I asked her, “Mind if I hold your hands”. She replied, “Yes, I do mind”, and saying that she put her hand on my left hand which was on the gear stick. That was the barrier I guess we both were waiting to break. Soon, we crossed the Marathalli bridge and the ring road, with the open road now beckoning us. Soon, with no head-on traffic, I mustered the courage and put my hand on her thigh, to which she responded by adjusting herself on the seat. “Not here” was all she said. Soon, we crossed Whitefield and nothing but an open stretch of road beckoned us.

I pulled up the car to the side of the road on the pretext of checking air pressure of the tires. She smiled and said” I know why you’ve stopped the car”. Our eyes met and with a swift motion, my mouth was on her mouth. She opened her lips and my tongue pushed into her mouth, intertwined with her tongue, tasting her saliva and the faint Chinese fare. We gobbled each other up for an eternity and soon my hands found their way to her breasts. She immediately broke the kiss and said “No”. I just looked at her and without saying anything, lifted her black nylon top and pulled the bra down and started suckling, biting her erect nipples and licking the areola and the side of her luscious breasts. She moaned and moaned and immediately lifted the rest of her black top and pushed my face onto her left breasts. I was now devouring her tits like there was no tomorrow. I nuzzled my head between her breasts and she pushed my head there with all her might and there, her kinky side came through. She moaned “yes, suffocate…inhale if you can between my tits” and she actually was suffocating me.

Meanwhile, her hand moved down to my jeans and she was rubbing and groping my erection which was monstrous and hurting since the jeans was a bit tight. We kissed again, this time even more sloppily, our carnal desires to the fore and she started fumbling with the button and zip of my jeans, and immediately drove her hand inside my jocks. My hands were over her luscious tits and between her legs, rubbing her cunt. She spread her legs to give me access and I immediately undid her trousers. Her cunt was hot and sopping wet. I inserted a finger into her wet love hole and it came out smeared with her love juices. I shoved that finger into her mouth and asked her to lick it and again sealed her mouth with mine. This was getting wilder and wilder. In the meantime, Sonia was now stroking my monstrous erection and moaning. She could not hold it anymore and lowered her head onto my throbbing manhood and engulfed the whole of 7.5 inches into her mouth. I was seeing stars and the feeling was too much.

She was bobbing her mouth up and down, licking the side of my tool and generally making me feel like a king. My suspicions of her kinkier, naughty side were confirmed when she spat on my dick and made a mess of her mouth with saliva dripping all over my cock to give the feeling of her eating my cum. I told her, “Yes baby, suck that cock and i’ll give you a good licking as well” She was already so turned on, she started, “yes, yes, give me that lovely tool, ram it deep into me and shoot all over my face when U want to cum, but first, please, please give me a good licking”. I shifted and pushed the seat backwards as far as possible and knelt between her legs, soon having access to her sopping, dripping love hole.

I started by making small circles from her thighs upwards. She was begging and pleading that I need to concentrate on her hole. I slowly moved my tongue to hole, breathing down hot air on her cunt and moving away. This was too much for her to bear and she pleaded me to stop playing and start servicing her. I licked, very gently, the lips of her cunt and moved back and she was absolutely wild and she simply took my head and shoved it and pressed it against her cunt. I lapped at her love juices wildly and dug my tongue deep into the throes of her womanhood and made all sorts of moaning sounds which turned her on even more. She came with a powerful squirt and my face was drenched. Sonai’s moaning never stopped and she moaned “Sit down with your back facing me and your neck on the seat” I did what she asked and this position had me now staring at her ass and cunt. Without another word, Sonai simply sat on my face, and started grinding her dripping pussy against my face. My nose was wedged between her ass-slit and I was inhaling the smell of her ass. It was an awesome feeling to breathe Sonai’s ass while my tongue was licking her love juices. She held my head from the back and pushed my face further into her ass and said, “yes, baby, lick my ass. Do you like your nose in my ass? Cause I love it” and she continued grinding her ass against my face even more. This was by far the kinkiest aspect of that evening. I was helpless, being dominated by Sonia. It was an amazing feeling.

I was gagging and suffocating for fresh air, so I pushed Sonia’s ass off my face and said, “Two can play this game” I opened the door of the car, went out, asked Sonia to sit in my position and immediately put my ass on her, while holding her hands tightly. Her nose was firmly wedged between my asscreek, inhaling me. For that kinky effect, I held her head and made her lick the crack between my anus and my balls. She became absolutely submissive from then and I made her probe my asshole with her hard tongue. It was awesome. I released her from under my ass and we kissed again, both able to smell our anal odors. By now both were beyond control and I held Sonia’s hair pulled them down and clamped my mouth on hers and we both engaged ourselves in our wettest wildest tongue play that evening. Sonia started necking me heavily, on my neck, my ears and moved down to my chest and started biting my nipples.

Sonia gave a short tug to my rigid cock and said, “Let’s do it”. I opened the back seat, asked her to sit exactly in the middle. I shut the door and climbed into the car from the front seat and managed to squeeze myself between the front seats. I was now facing her and she was sitting with her legs spread open. She caught hold of my rigid steel pole and guided me into her soppy wet cunt and it went it without any drama. The feeling was amazing to have a wet pussy envelope my dick and I rammed it till the very end. She groaned and I immediately muffled her scream with my mouth-another passionate kiss. She got into the rhythm and the heavenly feeling of pumping her was heightened with her nipples in my mouth. I shouted after five-seven minutes that I was going to cum and Sonia pushed me away from inside her and said, “Yeah baby, make a mess of me” and asked me to shoot my load over her face. I simply asked her to open her mouth and sprayed a whole lot of my hot cum into her open, eager mouth. She gagged a bit, but she managed to hold on to the huge load and with the cum in her mouth, took my cock again into her mouth and made a mess of my cock and her mouth, with cum oozing out of the side of her mouth. She was a sight to behold and I was rock hard for the next 2-3 minutes just seeing her play with my cock in her cummy mouth.

She walked out of the car, spat the cum, rearranged her dress and said, “That was a nice drive. Maybe we should do a longer drive next time”. It was 1 am by the time we reached the city again and I dropped her off near her car on Church street. Before getting of my car, she gave a pressed and groped me again, and said “i’ll wait for your call this Saturday”.

Since then, we have met 3 times, once at a club on a Sunday and we’ve had wild, kinky stuff and explored a bit of bondage too. Both love this convenient arrangement of meeting up when we feel horny, without long-term commitments. Any comments pls do so at [email protected].