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“What sexy pics, man”, Hamza uttered, drooling. Can I have them? I wanted to take full advantage of this opportunity, he continued.
“How?” Amir asked out of curiosity.
“I will explain all later, but right now I need them”, Hamza replied.
Hamza brought that photo album to his home, and looks at those sexy pics every night and masturbates, occasionally on the face of the model.
One day, Tahani was home alone and with nothing to do, she planned to watch some porn and could stimulate accordingly. It was the fourth week she could not get laid, so like any other sex deprived person, she decided to take a different route.
She lay naked on the sofa in the living room and began playing the movie she had on her. Unfortunately, because of the print, she could not beat the heat, and her desperation to have an orgasm began overpowering.
Tahani got an idea, and she moved towards her brother’s room and began to look for something interesting, when she got hold of the photo album. She opened the album and was shaken upon seeing her nudes. These were the same photos she posed for as a muse. Hundreds of questions passed through her mind, but she could not put down the photo album.
She also found a pen drive hidden inside the album cover, which she seized along with the album and went straight down to the living room. She put on the USB on the television, and an exceptionally hot model appeared on the screen, rubbing her pussy with her fingers while moaning filthy words.
A camera appeared, recording her actions after a while, and there seemed to be a crotch when the camera tried to hide itself. The girl in the movie had beautiful boobs, and she was fondling them simultaneously. Tahani immersed herself in the album and the film while unintentionally caressing her pussy and tits.
She reached the place in the album where two pages were stuck together, and she twiddled the pages when a glue-like material got stuck on her fingers. She sniffed the substance, and its piquant smell confirmed it was the freshly discharged semen Hamza had forgotten to clean.
The sniffing of semen sends a different spark in her body as she licked to taste while her other hand was busy finger fucking her. Her moans were too loud and could be heard outside.
While the actress caught her step brother recording her satisfying herself and stroking his huge penis, she covered herself, but her brother talked her out of it while pushing her towards first kissing, then sucking his dick head.
Watching them indulging Tahani’s intimate Hamza fingering her, and she began calling his name, also begging to move faster. The replica of what’s happening here was being shown in the movie as the brother pulled his sister near the bedside and initiated face fucking her while his fingers were running inside and over her vagina and clitoris.
Tahani’s eyes were shut, nipples were erect and pointed, facial expressions were changing with every second passed, and the strokes were gaining speed; all this indicates she was nearing her first orgasm.
With another loud moan, Thani squirted her juices all over the couch and the album lying on the table edge. She lay down, panting heavily while catching her breath. She was in her dream world, listening to the light moans coming out of the movie.
A sudden presence disturbed my time after the release. Upon glancing further, there stood Hamza with Amir, checking her naked, huffing body. Scattered shining sweat drops on her face, around her tits, appeared eye-catching. Hamza scrolled his fingers on her sweaty, nude body while Amir started undressing. His erect penis popped out of his underwear, which he brought close to Tahani’s mouth and patted on her lips.
She opened her mouth to suck on the cock while Hamza kept admiring the guts of Amir.
Within minutes, Amir’s cock was completely inside of her mouth, while Hamza initiated sucking on the tender nipples of Tahani. Hamza bit each nipple softly, while sucking, making Tahani moan. Amir kept caressing Tahani’s hair while she was gulping the whole shaft and fondling his balls with her hands.
Hamza’s erection was making it uncomfortable for him to continue wearing his shorts, so he got up, removed all his clothes and replaced positions with Amir.
Amir marked his territory by kissing the whole body, passing shivers and by reaching his final destination, he licked and kissed the vaginal lips. Tahani was already aroused from the recent session and moaned, “Fuck me” out of nowhere.
Amir knew from the experience that continued sucking her vagina well and biting her clitoris was just the way she liked it. Tahani pulled his head towards her vagina while sucking on Hamza’s cock. Hamza changed his position and stood over Tahani’s face before shoving his cock deep inside of her mouth. He kept face fucking her while her hands were busy guiding Amir’s tongue.
Amir, wrapped, sucking, and was desperate to fuck her good, so he stood on his knees, pushed Tahani’s legs apart and began stroking. The vagina had accepted the cock readily because of all the lubrication. Hamza increased his speed of mouth fucking, choking and gagging her before Cumming in her mouth and also blowing some on her tits.
She swallowed whatever she had in her mouth.
On the other hand, Amir was still busy fucking her pussy and caressing her clitoris, allowing her to have her second orgasm. Tahani’s legs were trembling from the hard release, but were already grabbed by Amir, who did not want to stop until his orgasm. He initiated pounding harder and filled her pussy with his hot semen.
Looking at them, Hamza regained his tightness, and while stroking his shaft, he pushed Amir aside to penetrate the nicely fucked pussy leaking semen. He lay on the floor, pulled Tahani up, guided her towards his dick and turned Tahani in reverse cowgirl position before putting his erect cock in the desired hole.
Still trembling, it was not easy for her to retain that position, but her excitement let Tahani manage. She begged to be fucked mercilessly, kept requesting to fuck her harder. Hamza held her from her waist to help her bounce and to fuck her as intensely as possible.
Amir, too, was ready for round two. He came up and asked Tahani to suck him while he tweaked her nipples. Her moans became bolder as she was enjoying being fucked by her stepbrother and ex-coworker together.
Tahani was begging for more and more, and with each stroke kept rubbing her pussy vigorously. She squirted even harder. Breathless, she fell on Hamza, who cuddled her.
Amir interrupted Hamza from penetrating by pulling her up and himself lying on the floor next to Hamza, commanded Thani to sit on his cock facing him and instructed Hamza to score her asshole.
Tahani responded with no, but no men were in the mood to hear that. Amir wrapped her in his arms, smooched her while ramping her pussy, while Hamza grabbed the lotion from his room, poured plenty on her hole and on his dick before trying to insert his cock inside of her butthole.
Amir was patiently waiting for Hamza to be inside before his fucking cycle began to move. Finally, Hamza was able to enter his dick, which was now driving in and out comfortably. Tears rolled over from unbearable pain, causing Tahani to collapse on Amir’s chest, even bit him to subside the pain.
That bite pushed him a little, and Amir spanked and kept spanking her butt cheeks while fucking her wildly.
“Oh! Yeah, fuck me harder and faster. Tear my holes apart, you bastards”, Tahani began screaming in agony. She initiated smooching Amir passionately to calm her nerves, but kept demanding to be screwed appropriately.
Hamza started to vary his speed, and so did Amir to prolong ejaculation, whereas cumming so many times made her fatigued, so Tahani wanted to get this session to end soon.
Looking at her drowsiness, Amir increased the speed and asked Hamza to do the same, so that they could manage to cum wherever they wanted to.
Hamza pulled his cock out and guided Tahani to kneel on the floor, stroking his cock with his bare hands, while Amir remained in the same position. At last, both the boys stood opposite each other, commanded Tahani to suck and stroke them until they ejaculate.
Tahani grabbed their dicks and started stroking one and sucking the other.
Both men began clutching their backs and moaning. Finally, they took their own cock in their hands and stroked till they spurted cum on Tahani’s hair, face, and tits. She teased them further by licking the cum from her face and tits, and wanting them to have her one more time.

Hey, I am a regular ISS reader. I regularly read stories from here whenever I am bored, so I thought of sharing one of my experiences.

My name is Sandeep (name changed). I’m currently in and from Bangalore. I am 5’7″ tall with a rage-built body and a dusky complexion, typical of a South Indian guy. I have a 5-6 inch, quite thick dick.

This happened in 2022 when I joined the office as a fresher. The story is about how I managed to bang one of my colleagues, who was higher in position and younger than me.

Let me describe the heroine of my story. Her name is Neha (name changed). She was about 22 when this happened and she was damn hot. She had fair skin, stood at about 5’4″ to 5’5″, and had a damn curvy body with measurements of 35-28-36. I always had a thought of banging her.

She always used to wear tight tops and jeans, in which her assets used to make guys drop their jaws. I was one of them; whenever she walked around the office, I used to get a glimpse of her boobs and ass, which used to make me hard at work. I was waiting for the right time to bang her badly.

We used to stay near each other. She lived in a PG, and I lived 2-3 buildings away from her, in a one-room apartment on the top floor. Even her room was on the top floor, so I usually got a glimpse of her room from my terrace. Initially, we just used to say ‘hi’ in the morning and ‘bye’ at the end of the day.

Slowly, our conversations started as we began to go to the office at the same time. Sometimes, we used to go together in a cab, which slowly started conversations with her. We exchanged our numbers and started to talk on the phone or via text.

She started to share everything with me about her family, hobbies, likes, and dislikes. She told me that she was committed and had a boyfriend, which made me feel sad that I lost the chance to bang her.

But after a few days, she told me that her relationship wasn’t working as she thought her boyfriend was not faithful to her. I was secretly happy, thinking that if she broke up with him, I might get a chance to bang this super hot girl.

I could see that she was getting herself emotionally connected to me for support as she was having a rough time in her relationship. I started to plant random doubts in her mind so that she could get herself away from her boyfriend. To my surprise, whatever idea I gave her used to work in my favor.

This continued between us, and I started to indirectly flirt with her on calls and texts, making her feel special and trusted. Slowly, she started to respond to my flirty texts, and even she started to flirt with me. Slowly, our flirty texts turned into sex topics, and we ended up having sex chats.

Once, out of the blue, she called me and asked if I was alone in my room. I told her ‘yes,’ and she asked to video call me. I agreed because we used to have video calls frequently, but this was different. She told me that she wanted to show me something. I thought it might be things she bought from shopping, so I said ‘yes.’ I received the video call, and the conversation started.

Neha: Hey, what are you doing? I have something to show you.

Me: Yes, okay.

Neha: Close your eyes and open them when I say so.

I did as she said, and after a minute, she told me to open my eyes. To my surprise, she was wearing a sleeveless top and jean shorts, and I could see a glimpse of her navel area, which made me get a boner.

Neha: How do I look?

Me: Damn hot in this outfit. (In my mind, I thought, “Damn, I want you now so that I can fuck you badly.”)

Neha: That’s it? Nothing else?

Me: Haha, your assets are so damn sexy… making me grow down there.

Neha: Blushed and said, “Have you gotten hard for this only?”

Me: Can you show me your hips? I like to see them.

She slowly raised her top until it reached below her boobs and started to turn around, showing me all the views of her hips from the front and sides. I slowly started to get hard and started to rub my dick. And she was reading my thoughts.

Neha: Is that enough, or do you need anything else? Because I can read your mind…

Me: Oh really? What’s on my mind?

Neha: I can see the lust in your eyes, showing how badly you want me now.

Me: Yeah, too badly! I wish I could come now and fuck you on your own bed!!

Neha: Cool down. I have more to raise your heart rate.

Me: Oh really? What’s that?

She turned off her video and told me to stay put so that she would turn it on again. I was waiting for her to turn on her camera.

And after a while, she turned it on. She was standing in front of the mirror, showing herself.

Guys, my sexy colleague was semi-naked and looked damn hot in her bra and panties, which were semi-transparent. I could get a minimal glimpse of her thighs and pussy.

I was watching her with my jaw dropped, and she was laughing, seeing me. I asked her to get fully naked, and she said ‘yes.’

Neha slowly started to unhook her bra, and in a while, I could see her boobs fully.

Guys, I had seen her boobs already, but only in pictures, while we used to do sex chats. This was the first time I saw her like this in a video call. She was pressing one of her boobs and teasing me, and I was rubbing my dick.

She asked what I was doing, to which I told her I was hard and rubbing my dick. Her gorgeous eyes widened, and she asked me to show it. She said, “We could have a sex chat on a video call.”

We got comfortable on our beds and placed the phone in a way that showed our bodies. We both got naked on the call, and she started to press her boobs and rub her pussy. I started to rub my dick.

After a while, I asked my sexy colleague to finger her pussy, to which I was stroking my dick with the speed that she was doing. We both were calling out each other’s names and moaning.

She was about to reach her climax, and I was about to cum. We increased our speed and started to moan, calling each other’s names.

She was moaning, “Damn good,” and I was getting harder every time she moaned.

She was like, “Sandeep, please fuck me… fuck me hard,” and I was like, “Yeah, Neha… take it… take it deep!”

After a while, we both reached climax, and we were both very satisfied and laughing, seeing each other.

Neha: We should have sex soon.

Me: Come to my room; we can now.

Neha: Not today, but soon we will.

Me: Yes, I will be waiting.

This was the start of our sex desire. I had many moments with her where I banged her in my room. She stayed two days in my room; we used to stay naked in our room. And for every minute when we were horny, we fucked in every corner of my one-room apartment.

I will explain it in another part.

I hope my first-ever story is good for you all. Please drop me your feedback on my Google Chat.

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If any girls or aunties want to have fun, please feel free to contact me.🥰

Hi everyone, mera naam Satyam hain. Ye meri first story hain. I hope aap sabko pasand aayegi.

Pehle main aapko apne baare mein batata hoon. Meri height 5 feet 10 inches hain aur main Rajasthan se hoon. Meri shaadi ho chuki hain aur meri wife ka naam Sanjana hain.

Sanjana 26 saal ki ladki hain aur uska figure 36C-28-32 ka hain. Ek perfect hourglass body. Shaadi se pehle Sanjana ek virgin thi. Uski seal maine hi suhagraat ki din todi. Uske baad, maano, Sanjana pe sex ka bhoot hi chadh gaya tha. Wo mujhse Sunday aur Saturday mein 11 baar tak chudwaleti thi.

Main waise ek fit aadmi hoon; 72 kg mera weight hain aur 7 inches lamba aur 2 inches mota lund hain. Par 11 baar mein koi bhi insaan thak jaega. Sanjana ki sex ki aag itni thi ki 11 baar ke baad bhi wo shant nahi ho rahi thi.

Khair, ise karte karte saal bhar beet gaya. Saal bhar maine bohat koshish kari par Sanjana din ba din sexy aur sex obsessed hoti jaa rahi thi.

Ek Sunday ko baat hain. Shaam 6 baje usne aur maine 6th time sex kara aur khatam hone ki 20 min. baad wo boli…

Sanjana: Ek round aur kare, jaanu?

Me: Yarr… tum thakti nahi ho kya? Meri toh dam nahi hain.

Sanjana: Yarr… tumhari toh capacity kam hoti jaa rahi hain… meri galti thodi hain isme?

Me: I know… par ab kya karu, tum batao?

Sanjana ne apna phone uthaya aur porn dekhne laga. Maine socha, “Kyun na sath mein dekhe?”

Toh maine usse phone liya aur ek sexy se porn dhoondhne laga. Tabhi ek threesome ki porn dikhi.

Sanjana: Ruko ruko… wo threesome walo chalao…

Me: Okay…

Uss porn mein ek husband wife hote the jo husband ke friend ke sath threesome karte the. Aur last wife husband ke friend ka pani pi jati thi; husband ke paani ko thook deti thi.

Ye dekhkar na jane kyun mera lund salami dene laga. Sanjana ye dekh liya aur bina der kare apni geeli choot le kar mere lund pe baith gayi. Hum dono mein ek alag hi energy aa gayi thi.

Mujhe bhi Sanjana ko dekh kar itna josh aaya ki maine Sanjana ko uthaya aur bed pe patakh kar choot ko pelne laga aur sath mein uski gand pe chante maarne laga. Maine bola…

Me: Kyun re randi, bohat maza aaya threesome dekh ke? Kisi aur ka lund legi tu?

Sanjana: Aaaaah… haan saale… tujhse toh meri pyaas shant nahi hoti… namard! Aaaaah… aur zor seeeee…

Me: Le randi… main aaj teri cheekhen nikalta hoon…

Ye kehke maine apni speed dugni kardi aur Sanjana ki boobs ko slap karne laga. Sanjana ki halat dekhne wali thi; usko itna maza aa raha tha ki uski awaz bhi nahi nikal paa rahi thi. Kisi kutiya ki tarah mimiya rahi thi wo.

35 min. usko ese hi chodne ke baad maine apna lund zabardati uske gale tak daal diya aur sara pani nikal diya. Karib 5 se 7 min. mera pani nikalta raha. Sanjana khasti hui bed ke gir kar behosh ho gayi.

Karib 2 ghante baad, Sanjana ko hosh aaya. Uske chehre pe alag level ka satisfaction tha. Wo nahane gayi aur bahar aa kar t-shirt aur shorts pehen liye. Main bohat thaka hua tha toh main bhi nahake sone chala gaya. 30 min. baad, Sanjana ne mujhe uthaya aur kaha…

Sanjana: Jaanu, utho… maine aapke liye khana ready kardiya hain…

Me: Uffo… aaj itni seva? Kya jaadu kardiya uss porn ne tumpe?

Sanjana: Hatt, pagal… aa jao dinner karlo…

Me: Okay.

Hum dono dinner table pe khana khaa rahe the. Tabhi mere mann mein last session mein hui baate aane lagi. Toh maine Sanjana se pucha…

Me: Jaan, suno… tumne last session mein kuch kaha tha about sex with someone else. Tum serious thi?

Sanjana: Chhodo na… esa kuch nahi hain.

Me: Tumhe meri kasam… sach sach batao.

Sanjana: Arey, aap bhi na… kuch bhi baate kar rahe ho…

Me: Dekho, tumhari uss baat mein ek dard tha jo mujhe sach lag raha tha.

Sanjana: Aap kuch bhi soch rahe ho.

Me: Baby, please sach batao.

Sanjana: Dekhiye, uss video se pehle mere mann mein esa koi vichar nahi aaya tha… par usko dekhne ke baad ek curiosity toh hain.

Ye sun kar mere lund mein halchal hone laga. Mujhe maza bhi aa raha tha aur nervousness bhi ho rahi thi. Aur shayad Sanjana usse padh bhi paa rahi thi. Phir wo boli…

Sanjana: Rhenedijiye… ye sab porn mein achcha lagta hain… real life mein nahi.

Me: Kyun? Jab tumhe mann hain toh keh kyun nahi rahi ho?

Sanjana: Acha? Toh aap chahte hain main aapke samne kisi aur ke sath sex karu? Aap dekh paenge?

Me: Dekhna kyun hain? Main tumhe uske sath milkar pelunga.

Sanjana chup thi. Aur mera lund khada ho chuka tha jo meri shorts mein se dikh raha tha. Sanjana ne mera lund pakad liya. Maine Sanjana ko gale se pakda aur table pe jhuka diya. Sanjana ke chehre pe naughty smile thi.

Maine na aao dekha na tao; sidha uski shorts ko phaad diya aur uski geeli choot mein lund daalke usko chodne laga. Karib 25 min. dardnak chudai ke baad, maine uski choot mein hi sab nikal diya aur usko usse halat mein chhodkar balcony mein cigarette pine laga.

Wo balcony mein bina shorts ke hi aai aur boli…

Sanjana: Agar aapko theek lage toh kya hum threesome try kar sakte hain?

Me: Mann toh mera bhi hain… par kiske sath karenge ki ye secret ek secret hi rahe?

Tabhi mere dimag mein ek khayal aaya…

Me: Kyun na hum tumhare kisi friend ko try kare? Wo tumhari image bhi nahi kharab karega aur sab secret bhi rakhega.

Sanjana: I believe Prashant will be a good option then.

Ab Prashant ke baare mein aur aage ki kahani mein kya hua, wo agle part mein.

Agar aapko ye part pasand aaya, toh mujhe [email protected] pe mail karke sampark kar sakte hain.

Humari yaha cuckold aur threesome ki suvidha dilai jati hain poori gopniyata ke sath.

I rested against the window, with a white pallu saree thrown over my shoulder. The silken softness of the afternoon was pouring in and filling the house with gold. Pallu of my whitish pallu saree floating over my shoulder, silken draped over my body.

It was bulging out to show the lace of my whitish netted brassiere underneath. Dragged into the midst of it all, as was most likely to occur, was also the further consideration on my part that I’d been wearing a sheer black blouse—the sheer aspect of which indiscriminately, openly laying itself bare for the fraction of a second of lace underskirt beneath, virtue and vice both going in particular out of its way to set. I had secured the saree around the waist low, the gold kamarband tightened and wrapped in, fastened, the smooth convex shape of the hip outlined. The bra was cinched about my bust, and there was a narrow white and brown strip showing between the bra line and the saree waist, folded fabric.

The folds that covered bared breasts, where my mangalsutra lay — concealed, sacred sign, in the self’s belly, which gave bulk and meaning to the wearer on the body. My soul sang this night. My husband was coming home at last after all the weeks, and I had sewn all in love and care—every fold, every seam testifying to an ugliness and a beauty of proportion that spoke louder than clothes. Tap-tap on the door, staccato and relentless, and already I had let in my husband’s friend Arjun onto the porch ahead of me, with rain dripping off him. Rain ran from his hair down over the stringy muscle of his body beneath his wet, rain-soaked T-shirt. The storm had closed the roads, and he stood before me with the bad news: my husband’s flight had been cancelled.

I knew him to be a go-along-and-get-along sort of pal, with his nerves tucked away to pause and consider the backseat.

And yet this diluted, knot-in-the-stomach Arjun stood before me quivering with something else and gigantic—an inexorable force that blazed deep within me. He gazed with wide eyes, never having been brave enough to dream or hope to be so bold as to be so bold about my nudity, lace drawn out, stretched out, laid open under, part of him he had yet to find. I encouraged him to the bedroom, pushing gently, and gave him a towel, tracing the curve of his arm lovingly with my hand and sending shivers running down me. I stood there observing him, dry towel flung over the curves of his girth, outlining all planes and hump of flesh.

My gasp in my throat, a spinning flush under my skin. I bite hard on my lip behind my teeth to keep back the hum of horror and the flash of lust so alien it shames me. I could sense under the torn towel that something had been pushed upon it violently. When he shifted, I was able to see. He was shifting his hand as if he was offering low. My heart began to accelerate. Winching towards normal, I sat down next to him on the couch, but my eyes couldn’t help glancing in his direction. Tension filled the room with the shock of vibrant electric juice of a kind that neither of us was ready to contain.

And out and away blazed the lights, and we were in darkling penumbral twilight. I arose and went to the kitchen and switched on a faint light, its weak rays outlining the curve of my bare shoulders by the cleft of the open-necked blouse carelessly knotted at the back of my neck.

On the periphery of my vision, I could feel the burden of his stare on me — ravenous-hunger tip on the edges of gaunt shoulders to hip beat. There was a stifling air of silence between us.

Slowly, I emerged from the shadows and into the bedroom once more to play with my bra. I smoothed out wrinkles on the door of my top, easing tension in the material. I tore on the fastener of my white, sheer bra, popping it out in effortless haughtiness. I was certain that he was gazing—admiring every silky movement, revelation of hardness and implied strength.

My hand tracing my bound breasts alone, a glimpse of vision of naked Arjun tracing me down with his hands in my head. I remembered tracing my hand down the outline of my thudding hands on him, the warmth of him, his shape in my hand. Drips dripped underneath me, each sensation, each breath intensified.

I slid into a slinky black bra,
Trashy but elegant in mesh material, and snapped it into place. Black material came around me even closer than that and bestowed mystery and courage upon me.

I spun around too, and I found I could sense the force of Arjun’s eyes strike my draped left shoulder breast with a teensy-weensy mole—a comforting magical little feature that was mine—a glared out over me.

By the way, the humongous hall mirror saw me change completely, Arjun becoming totally aware of this one transformation.

Honey-brown softness of filtered light diffused, and the pose, noticing how the black bra contouring my body sealed up the distance between us—a bilious, wordless tension tormented by the over-dramatised breaking of flesh-to-flesh contact and voltage. Saree, whispering on the path to the kitchen, told me of their arrival beforehand. Arjun looked up and smiled, low and humble. “The black would look great on you,” I told him, his face a great wonder. I blushed to the cheeks, starting into a hot red flush. I smiled, half-delighted and wonder-struck. “Your mirror has tricked you,” I told him, feeling it suck everything from me. Silencing the soft, Arjun’s voice fell with genuine wonder. “You are stunningly courageous and lovely,” he puffed, his eyes flashing just beneath the soft material of my blouse. The soft lighting provided a soft, seductive peek within, drawing attention to the daring decision I’d made.

I approached him boldly, and in the cold nakedness of the room, between us existed a more real wisdom. There was a storm howling outside our windows, but inside, season, suddenly, a fire white-hot to harden what would be.

And when the compliment struck, I returned one, a flash and not ungrateful grin. “You’re lying,” I gasped. Back at the door once more, electricity still off, room still dark, the second was a closeness-silence.

My eyelids flapped wildly in deranged flapping as I gasped shallowly, “What if I am true?” Slow drawl sneer self-control held within, hidden behind the blackness of the undertone that surrounded us. Tension strained but tight, that was proffered, filled with expectation and promise at what could be.

Allowing hot tea to spill on the sofa, the warmth was driven into the cold, dark corridor. Moving ahead to put tray, Arjun’s gaze fell on my dipping, inviting cleavage. My mangalsutra rested and slipped into the valley of breasts’ closure and swept just between his and my eyes.

I wrapped my pallu around my bosom, attempting to hide wanton glances. But that very fabric veil of cloth barely concealed its sheen. I blushed and quietly shoved in some disparate improvisations into my saree, sitting demurely beside him on the sofa. Both of us knew now that that jolt of electricity between us was the more teasing one.

Head thrown back, Arjun’s gaze wandered irresistibly under the lacy cover of my brassiere. His eyes travelled to the small mole on the centre of the left breast and, with butterfly-soft fingers, shifted the suspected pressure: “You have a mole, there on the left side.”.

My cheeks flushed hot once more as I wrapped myself once more in my pallu, it being my right. Rightfully so, however obstinately and demurely smiling. “No, I haven’t,” I gasped, although with the thinnest cutting edge of incredulity yet unsheathed in my voice.

His own eyes blazed nastily as he slouchingly leaned over her. “What if I’m real?” he taunted, his rasping deep voice. “I’ll do one thing as your boon.”

Left suspended in the air also was the menace of proposals; the winking play between another desire and interest, and the suppressed one was enticing.

His voice had grown fuller with passion as he summoned low, wailing words, “Come—so, in your white sheer bra and saree.” There was masterful commanding and begging in his voice, which thrilled me with a shiver, which intensified the throbbing of my pulses and charged the room with tension.

I was ensnared—no way out. Resented expectation built as I stood and walked through to the bedroom again. This time, I slammed the door closed, splinter cutting the final instant. My heart beat in my chest, pounding to the limits of being, and sensual dampness coursed—a body aliveness of tension and desire in the room.

It was a transparent white brassiere, and it showed everything underneath—it showed the entire shape of my nipples, the small areolae, and even the small mole, the entire small details exposed underneath the see-through fabric.

I attempted to hide behind the filmy drapes, folding my pallu and saree around me as far as possible, but loose folds betrayed every gentle movement. Stepping back slowly, step by step, with a face burning, going on again towards the sofa, sensual freedom of movement doing fullest justice to the tension between us, which was weight-laden.

Arjun sat next to me, filling the space between us as he leaned against me. The warmth of his body and the flicker of flame in his tension-scarred eyes electrically charge the air, filling us with every move heavy with desire and anticipation.

He pushed me, the curve of his palm fitting around my concave waist with soft pressure. I stepped forward and we kissed in a moment of mutual understanding. We were close, until their pressure snapped hard and desperate all at once in a slow, hard grip of a kiss that burned in the vacant air between our bodies, filling it with sugar and hunger in one kiss.

My lips ran wild on their own, and tongues touched one another, licking tongues which they savoured slowly, sensually, so that our kiss could be extended, mixing desire and rapport with adult command.

I pulled at his shorts, acid light etching hunger-acid swelling. Arjun’s eyes flashed toughness with an unspoken message, and I pulled out my bra. I did it obediently, half-asleep, turning away from him as fingers tore brutally to unbuckle the tiny clasp, whistling cold air once over flesh.

Arjun overtook me, throat low and husky, “Wear it back on, but strapless.” I took orders, unzipping the bra and re-clipping it on, leaving my back to the night only by the paper-thin strip of fabric between my breasts, already a thinness. My hand ran down as I walked, seeing the line of his inners, tracing the lines of his hardness and heat below, fanning the ember that smouldered between us.

Arjun pushed me onto the couch with a hard but not hard push, holding me but wrapped in his arms. He leaned over me, lips to lips at first and then closer to trace out to kiss along the thin, filmy brassiere. His kisses seared me, burning me with a smouldering trail across my breasts, providing heat and fire under the thin, filmy covering, lowering the electric thrill between us to ash.

His lips mislead me on my bare breasts, their wide largeness and length yawn open before the eyes of all because the straps of the bra have slipped onto my shoulders, and flesh lies in his mercy.

He misled me with unhurried incremental kisses on nipples, sucking me into his mouth, small but larger than he is, igniting fire between us by opening incrementally with kisses and caresses.

Soft lips and soft hands filled us with passion, rough to brutal, sensual desire that envelops us in the steamy, hot room. My fingers strayed in exploratory ways, tracing slowly over the sheer fabric. I could feel heat, moistness, and merciless firmness under my fingers. I moved on to coarse, plunging cloth to one side to learn everything about him—harder and longer than I had ever dreamed. My passion’s fire had begun burning in me, blazed brightly with an excitement down my spine, and consumed a flame that caught me off-guard.

Good day to all who are reading this.

This is my first story on this site. I am calling this a story, but this is a real experience that I had with a co-worker. An affair that I thought would last a lifetime, but did not.

I am going to take the story slowly. The erotic parts will come in the later stages, but this is just a preamble to set the context.

When the affair started, I was married for 9 years, but our sex life had been on hold for almost 4 years, since the birth of our first child. I think we just lost the spark in our married life. My wife was busy with the kid most of the time, and I was busy travelling for my work.

So it was the year 2017 when she, let’s call her P, joined my place of work. She was short and a little chubby. As it was a small office of only around 12 people, and everyone had lunch together, our interaction was quite constant. Over the next few days and months, we used to interact quite often.

Came to know that she was also married to her cousin. She was almost 8 years younger than I was. We were both born in the same month. For work, we used to travel to attend conferences, for client meetings, etc. We were always on friendly terms. I never had any untoward intentions towards her.

One month, our organisation was hosting a conference in a different city, and both of us, along with a few other colleagues, were asked to travel to help out at the conference. I was made a team lead, and she was also assigned to my team.

We were all working very hard and everything was going smoothly. One day, one of the other team leads said that P had made a mistake, and our seniors were very angry. I had owned up to the mistake and said that it would be sorted out soon. Because of work stress, I became a little angry. I called P and raised my voice at her. Immediately, her eyes started to well up, and tears started flowing down her cheeks.

I apologised to her. I realised that I was getting too personal with her and decided to keep my distance from her. Slowly reduced my interactions with P. After a week, she confronted me and asked what the matter was and why I was ignoring her. I told her it was work.

I missed her a lot. I thought I had a crush on her and that it would pass. I did miss our interactions, but I controlled myself and thought it best to keep a distance to avoid any complications. This continued for a couple of weeks. She used to send me messages on the phone, to which I used to respond, but always kept the interactions formal.

I had travelled out of the station for another conference and was busy with meetings and interactions. Out of the blue, I got a message from her saying, “I need to speak with you. It’s important. Call now.” I responded, saying that I was in meetings and would speak to her in the evening. But I had no intention of calling her.

She sent me a similar message again the next day and the third day. I thought it was better not to ignore and to call her that night. I told her that I would call her after dinner, and if that was fine, hoping that she would say that she could not speak so late at night. But she agreed and told me to call her.

So I called her that night. I kept my interaction formal, asking her about work, and kept it light. After some time, she asked why I was avoiding her. I denied and tried to change the subject. Then out of the blue, she said, “I dreamt about you last night.”

I responded, saying,” Oh. About me? Why am I in your dreams?”

P: “This is not the first time that I dreamt about you. But last night was the first time that you crossed your limits in the dream.”

I was taken aback and did not know how to respond. She sensed my shock and flirtily asked me, “Don’t you want to know what you did?” I, for the fun of it, said, “What is the point in knowing what I did in the dream?”

To my shock, she responded by saying, “So that you will know what and how I like.” This was getting me out of my comfort zone. I said, “I don’t think this is a conversation that I would like to have, especially with a co-worker.” I told her bye and cut the call abruptly.

She immediately called again, but I ignored the call. I put it on silent and went out with my colleagues for a few drinks, as it was the last day of the conference and we are all heading back tomorrow.

I could feel my phone vibrating. I saw that there were a few messages from her along with a few others. I ignored P’s messages. I responded to the other messages.

It was late at night by the time I reached my room at the Hotel. I was pretty drunk and opened my WhatsApp, and I saw quite a few messages from P. to give you a summary of it, she said, “Why are you ignoring me. Do you not like me? I like you. A lot. Maybe I am in love with you. I am trying to be flirty with you, and you keep shutting me down. What is your problem? Call me. I need to know how you feel.”

Being drunk, while I shouldn’t have been, I responded saying, “I think I have a crush on you. I don’t want to create unnecessary complications in your life or mine, but I do miss you, and I don’t like that I made you cry that day. So I am keeping my distance.”

The next day, when I woke up, I had a pretty bad hangover and forgot that I had responded to her. I packed my luggage, checked out and caught my plane back to my hometown.

On the flight back, I was going through my messages and was shocked to see my response to P. There were 2 blue ticks beside the message, so she had read the message, but there was no response from her. I thought that when I see her next, I will let her know that the message was sent when I was in a drunken state.

The next day, when I was on the way to the office, I was anxious about how I would convey to P what I thought. When I reached the office, I greeted everyone and went about my work. I skipped lunch. When it was time to leave, I saw a message from her asking me to stay back in the office for a few minutes and that she wanted to talk to me.

I decided that this would be a good opportunity to explain my side to her and told her that I would stay back.

When almost everyone had left, P came to my cubicle and before I could say anything, she said, “Look, I saw your message. You say you have a crush on me. That’s normal. If it’s just a crush, you will get over it soon. It will run its course. But that doesn’t mean that you have to stop talking with me. What I said about liking you is true. I haven’t really felt like this for anyone in a long time. So, all I ask from you is a hug. Can you give me just that?”

Before I could digest what she was saying, she came and wrapped her arms around me and put her face on my chest, and said, “I can hear your heart beating, and I can feel its speed increasing. Just relax and put your arms around me. It will make me feel warm.”

In a state of shock, I followed her instructions and put my arms around her. She tightened her arms around me and squeezed me a little. I could feel her breasts crushing into me. And this resulted in me getting a little aroused. Not sure if she could feel it. She just said, “You smell nice and feel warm.” Then she let go of me and left my cubicle.

It took me a while to regain my composure. Over the next few days, my mind started craving for that hug. Every time I went past her, my mind would go back to that hug, craving for more.

How this leads to the next stage of the relationship, I will explain in the next part. Do send in your feedback to me at [email protected].

Hello friends, this is Praveen again. A story, actually, from one of my chat friends on Telegram. I have just made her description into a story. Her name is Geetha, she is a married woman, but had a wonderful sex with her brother, which made her look at things differently from then on. Hope you all will enjoy the story.
I am Geetha, 32 years old, married for the past 8 years. We are from a middle-class Tamil family residing in one of the busy cities of the state. I have 2 kids, and my husband works in a private company. My parents and my younger brother live in a small town far south of Tamil Nadu. After marriage, due to my husband’s job, we settled in the city.
Our married life had no flaws; he was a perfect husband, and I was a good homemaker, taking the pride of my parental family, and also maintaining a great bond with my in-laws. This incident happened 4 years back, it was between my brother and me. After that, I have been a sex hungry woman and had many encounters without the knowledge of my family and my husband.
My brother was out of college and working in our hometown in a startup company along with his friends. Everything was normal until Diwali that year. My husband managed to bundle a long leave for the occasion, and we were all headed to our hometown.
We celebrated Diwali at our in-laws’ place, and I had already informed my husband that I would spend the next two or three days with my parents, as it’s been so long since I have been home; he accepted wholeheartedly, and the kids accompanied me.
I entered the home with joy and happiness, but my home was a graveyard; it did not have any signs of the fresh festival. Surprisingly, I walked in and found my mom in the kitchen and enquired about what had happened. She started crying and told me a long story for nearly an hour, it was all about my brother. He had to be in a relationship with some girl from college.
She was also into him in the name of love, and just 2 days before Diwali, she was married to some other guy. My brother had tried to stop the marriage and was arrested because of it. My eyes started to flood, realising the condition of my family’s suffering. Right then, my dad and my brother walked in. He was limping, as the police had beaten him up pretty badly.
I immediately ran to him and supported him to get inside. We made him rest, and everyone was sad. The heart and soul of our family were destroyed because of that incident. My husband arrived late in the evening after knowing about the incident from me. After a long discussion with my family, my husband suggested that we take him back along with us for a few days.
If he is comfortable, then he can find a suitable job in the city itself. My husband was so generous in offering aid to my brother. I was so happy, and everyone in our family accepted the idea. My husband proposed to return to the city on time due to his work constraints and will take the kids along so that there won’t be any absences in the schools, too.
My brother and I were planning to travel back 3 days after, so that he might regain his strength. Everything went fine, he was regaining both mental and physical strength with my kids around, the family went light. We had to book a Tatkal ticket, so my husband had no other choice; he booked a coupe for us both.
Our parents were joyed that my brother could finally fix his life and be happy again, and also my husband and I could take the responsibility. I was also joyed, I couldn’t find the reason why my brother and I were quite different. I looked at him mostly like a son and not as a brother. I had never realised him as a young adult until that incident. The train started to move, and we both got settled. He was so quiet, I had to pull him to chat. He excused himself to use the restroom.
I was waiting for him, but he took longer than usual. Right when I was about to check for him, he dragged himself inside and closed the door. He was not normal; something was different. He was constantly moving here and there, his face was down, and he was not at all steady.
Suddenly, he jumped down to my seat and lay down over my lap. His face was touching my belly. My saree was quite moved to the side due to his sudden movement. I was in an uncomfortable position, but could not move either. As far as the surroundings, it was only the two of us; the coupe door was locked, and no one could enter without permission.
I was breathing a bit heavy, and slowly I realised he had been drunk, that’s why he was strange. I was shocked and started to wake him up. He was all blabbering. I was so angry at him. How come he could drink in the train, and where did he hide the booze? I was boiling up, but he was blabbering constantly. After some time, when I realised there was nothing that could be done, I started listening to him.
He was explaining how he had sex with his girlfriend and how they both were in the solace of love. At the beginning, it was quite awkward listening to those, but without any other option, it somehow affected me. He was describing every detail that I could entirely picture in my mind, which made me so horny.
He was non-stop sharing episode after episode. One thing I clearly understood was that they both were in love so deeply, but why were they separated? That lingered in my mind. He was so into the memories that he started calling her name and also making sounds, sometimes moving closer to me than needed. Sometimes he was rubbing his face over my groin, sometimes over my stomach, revealing more of my hips. My pussy was dripping wet listening to him.
Sometimes I started moving my hips and body, aching for his touch due to the intensity of his blabbering. All the happenings were totally new to me. My husband fucks me good. I have never been short of sex. We both please each other very well. But having my younger brother in my lap and listening to his sex stories with his girlfriend was pumping all the blood to my sex organs.
My body was winning my mind, even though I struggled to stay normal since he was my brother. I should not feel horny for him being in my lap. Things were out of control for me. It might be just a week, to be exact, to be away from my husband without sex, but that is not what is happening here. There is a new bond developing between me and my brother, though from my point of view, he is still imagining that I was his girlfriend.
He suddenly wrapped his hands around my hips and hugged me even closer to his face. My boobs were touching his side face. He was moving constantly with his face rubbing over my tummy. I was in no control, his lips rubbing over my hips, touching places differently, his small moustache was tickling me. A deep cry left my mouth. I grabbed his head, gripping his hair and massaging very slowly.
All of a sudden, he inserted his hand into my blouse from the back and started to kiss me very slowly. It made me so horny that my body was oscillating for his touches and kisses. All this was new for me; no one had ever handled me this way. My body was completely surrendered to his touch. I could smell my juices. I was so wet.
He had his hand inside my blouse, exactly at the place where my boobs were hanging in front, he squeezed my back as if squeezing my boobs and tickling the nipple with his thumb. I let out a sharp moan, he got even more excited and removed my bra hooks from the back and also inserted his other hand inside from behind. At the front, he adjusted his head and turned up a bit so that his lips were feeling my boobs’ heaviness. I could not define the state I was in; it was so erotic, my fingers were drawing traces all over his hair.
He started moving both his hands inside my blouse to the sides touching my bare skin pressing and sliding his way to the front one by one the hooks in my blouse started to pop out due to the pressure of his hands he was so grossed in the act he was still calling his girlfriends name claiming her to be completely different today.
I was not in a state to be angry with him. I totally enjoyed his movements and the way he was arousing me. I did not want to initiate anything nor stop him from what he was doing. I gasped for breath and became still when I felt his thumb and forefinger crawling their way and touching my boobs.
It was like the act of a crab struggling to walk inside a tight place; all his fingers were moving in sync, trying to squeeze through the tight way to the front and grab my boobs. I was so still and waiting for his hands to come to the front and grab the boobs more than him. The patience and the way his fingers moved, I wanted to remember that sensation and feel it for eternity.
As soon as he grabbed both my boobs, my blouse was raised above, along with my bra. He held both my boobs under the faint cover of my saree, and it was hanging right above his lips. Slowly and passionately, he started sucking my boobs, taking my nipple fully in his mouth. The pleasure mounted in me. I dragged him more onto me and rested on the side. All I wanted was for him to keep on sucking me, yes. I wanted my sweet brother to enjoy all his needs over my boobs, even though he was not in a state to understand that it was his sister’s boobs. I was so confused. How could a girl leave a wonderful lover like him, all settled in life, and an amazing lover in bed? The night went on, and I never knew when I slept, never knew how many floods I made.
Early by 5 am in the morning, the wake-up call from my husband woke me from my deep sleep. I saw my brother had also slept sucking my boobs. I pushed him away and tried to hook my blouse, but the hooks were missing, so I pinned it up and got ready to leave the train. I woke him up, and he was completely lost and did not remember anything about the previous night. Without any fuss, we both got off at the station, and my husband picked us up.
I will stop this part here, as you know, this is a life experience for one of my fellow chatters. Please do not ask about her details or means of contact. Privacy is the best thing. I assure her that I will let me write this story. I am publishing this with her full consent.
I will be very happy to know about your feedback. Kindly mail me at [email protected] or @pk884 in Telegram.

Hello friends, this is Praveen again. A story, actually, from one of my chat friends on Telegram. I have just made her description into a story. Her name is Geetha, she is a married woman, but had a wonderful sex with her brother, which made her look at things differently from then on. Hope you all will enjoy the story.

Things went normally for the next three days. My brother was occupied with my kids and sometimes helped me. My husband would take him out for some official meetings to be out of the house. It was Saturday, and my kids had gone to their aunt’s house for the weekend.

My brother was in bed all morning, and there was nothing entertaining for him. My husband had a small meeting at the office. He informed me he might return for lunch. There was no sign of him remembering anything from the train. I was also busy with my household.

There were times I would suddenly catch a glimpse of my memories in the train. I would freeze at those moments, completely forgetting the surroundings and totally engrossed in those memories. My husband did not suspect me, but was worried.

He assured me that everything would be alright once my brother took his life back into his own hands. That day, I was in the kitchen. Suddenly, I felt a movement behind my back. I saw my brother walking out the door. I rushed up and asked him where he was going.

He said he was just for a walk. I insisted that he carry his mobile phone along. It had been almost half an hour since he walked out, and I was also busy with my chores. I was worried since it was getting late, so I immediately locked my house and started walking in search of him.

He was also not picking up his phone, which was also making me so worried. I did not know which direction to go. But I was going around all the nearby streets. Finally found him lying on the road near a drain, a few steps from a local bar, I ran to him and checked on him.

He was so drunk, I was angry at him and also very disappointed. I tried to pick him up, but he was so heavy, and tears were flowing down my cheeks. One autorickshaw driver stopped, and helped me pick him up and seat him in the auto. I informed him I did not bring any money.

He said, “It’s OK, I’ll drop you off, and you can pay me at your house.” On the way back, I was crying nonstop. The auto driver pacified me with his knowledge of drunk people and the suffering the women of their families had to face. It was quite heart-warming, but the anger was boiling up within me.

I was cursing my brother for such a stupid act. We reached home, and the driver dropped my brother off from the vehicle and guided me to hold him carefully. I asked him to wait so that I could bring my purse. He said OK, and within seconds, I turned back.

He rode back in his auto without a word. A clean soul, he was. Somehow, I managed to get my brother inside the house and made him rest in his bed. Right at that moment, my husband called me and informed me to pack his things for a 3-day tour.

There was some urgent work for him that the company had assigned. He had no time to reach home. Once the luggage was packed, he asked me to send the luggage via a transport app to the airport. He disconnected the call in a sad tone, saying that this had happened unplanned.

He enquired if I could handle the house without his absence. I assured him and sent him off. It’s not that my husband has never left me alone for work. He is well planned and organised. He makes sure I do not have to leave the house or worry about anything, and most of all, the kids will be home.

I shut the doors, leaving the delivery guy to pick up my husband’s travel bag. I informed him via phone, and my eyes were rolling with tears. I could not relate why I was crying exactly, but tears rolled down nonstop. My husband pleaded sorry with me, as this was such a situation.

I caught my breath and explained to him that nothing was wrong. He should carry on his journey without any regrets, and I would handle the home. I never told him about what my brother did. I just sat back for a few more minutes and got up, walked to my brother’s room with full anger.

I picked up a broom along with me to thrash him black and blue. I entered with so much anger, he was smiling and giggling under the influence of alcohol, imagining again lying over his lover’s lap. I stood there not knowing what to do; again, tears filled my eyes.

I dropped the broom and sat there, as if falling with hands over my head, and was crying. But his words reached my ears very clearly without any disturbance, nor from my crying, nor his drunken mumbling. I did not miss even a single word.

I never knew my ears could be as sharp as that day. I stopped weeping and moved near him. He was full of mud and dirt, and his dress was all filthy. I started removing his shirt, but he was a bit heavy to roll or lift somehow. I managed to remove his shirt and started wiping his face with a wet towel.

He was murmuring, smiling, kissing in the air, which made me laugh, seeing his face reacting so much. It was quite funny, yet there was anger also lingering in me. I had to slide his head from the other side to the side facing me. Immediately, with a sudden gush, he hugged me and rolled over me.

He came over my top and started sliding my saree over my legs upwards towards my hip. His touch on my bare legs made me freeze, making me remember the train. He came between my legs, sliding my saree right up to my hips.

My inner thighs were visible. But my pants were still covered by the saree tucked in between both of our bodies. He climbed over me and started kissing my neck. He was not as gentle as the previous time; now he knows exactly where to touch with the right precision.

I was still wondering if he was doing this due to intoxication. But every time he was saying only his girlfriend’s name, and his eyes were closed the whole time. His kisses started to turn into sucking my body. Suddenly, he raised my legs and provided room for his groin to touch my pussy over the dress.

My wetness turned my panties into a slimy cloth. I could very well feel his tip moving up and down, scaling my pussy length and width. I was breathing so heavy I could very well feel my boobs moving over his body. He maintained a wonderful gap between my boobs and his chest.

Only when I had a deep breath, my boobs would gush over his body like the waves of an ocean try to hit the shore high every time. I was so wet, hot, and his teasing made me crave him. I started moaning more and more every time my boobs hit his body.

His hips moved in the right phase to make me crave more, and I was in so much lust I hugged him with so much force he feels over me and he suddenly started to move like a mad dog trying to get off me I opened my eyes to see that he was awake and was shocked to see me under him.

He started to get off me. I was so horny that I could not even react and was staring at him. He ran across the room and sat in a corner. I slowly got up, adjusted my dress, and tried to regain my senses, for I was lost. We both sat there like that for a few minutes.

With an instinct, I just got up, and right at that moment, he ran out of the room into the kitchen. I followed him with curiosity. He picked up a knife and was about to cut himself. I ran in at the right time and caught him. He was furious and was shouting.
“Leave me, sis. Leave me, sis. I have made a mistake. I have committed a worse sin. Leave me, sis. I cannot face myself. Leave me. It was a very hectic task for me to release the knife from his hands. I really do not remember how I gathered that much strength to hold him in my embrace and pacify him.

He was so violent and energetic that the guilt in him forced him to do such a nasty thing. I don’t know, suddenly he just lay over my shoulder with just murmurs from his mouth.

“I have committed the worst sin, remembering that bitch, and I tried to have sex with my sister. How can I do this? What made me do this?”

I somehow carried him to the room and placed him on the bed. It was just 6 in the evening. He was so sound asleep that at times he would blabber and murmur and then get back to sleep. I sat beside him, just looking blankly at him. I could not cry, could not move, could not feel anything.

But a lot of questions were running through my head. What happened between them, how will I face him, how will I face my husband, how will I get my brother out of this, this and that my head was not silent. The entire house was graveyard silent, except my head, which was questioning me.

My eyes were wide open, ready to react to whatever my brother did. I was watching him very closely. Right then, I started scanning his body. He was a full-grown adult now. I could see his breathing heavy, solid chest, his flat, toughened tummy and then his groin.

It was still pointed and stretched. My eyes were transfixed there. My mind was shouting at me like hell, “What a bitch you have become, why are you staring at your brother’s dick? Why is your pussy flooding when you see his dick, it’s not even open, it’s just erect and covered in his trousers.”

I laughed at my inner self in the sake of scolding me, you are also transfixed at his dick and admiring him, the only difference is you are shouting at me, I am calm and watching. This fight with my inner self went on and on. I could clearly see it’s always lust winning, and every time, my pussy was flooding more.

It was way past 12, my pussy was sore, and I did not have any more juices left. No sex, nothing, just the thoughts running over my mind, admiring my brother, connecting to all the moments both our bodies were in embrace. He woke up slowly at first.

He was casual, but once he saw me, he started covering his face and crying.
I went up to him and tried to console him. Still, he was sobbing more. I forcefully held his hand and asked him in a firm tone to stop crying. He was recovering. I told him very politely not to feel guilty, as it was not his fault.

We are both grown-up individuals, so I could have stopped you whenever I wanted, but I did not. This is not the first time you have acted like that to me, so stop crying and talk to me. He just nodded. I asked him straight away Why did she leave you.

He again fell over my lap. In a shredded voice mixed with agony and anger, he shouted that bitch left me for fucking her hard. She calls me a monster in bed, and she left me just because she could not bear to be with me in bed. He was crying, a big laugh was bursting inside me, thinking how big a loser she was.

He understood I was smiling and laughing, and became a bit relaxed. Now he was lying over my lap like my brother, whom I used to remember during our childhood. Very politely, he asked me, “This was not the first time I was trying to use your body for sexual needs. When did that happen?”

With a bit of excitement and shyness, I replied to him about what had happened on the train. During the time I was explaining to him, I noticed him staring at me differently, all filled with lust in his eyes. I also noticed him twitching and turning.

He was trying to control his dick inside his trousers. We were both smiling with all secrets open now. I slowly ran my fingers through his hair and made him comfortable.

I said, “You don’t have to cry and worry for that bitch, for she is the loser to have left you. You are such a man that no woman can stop her desire towards you, and just your unconscious state has made me wet and leak nonstop numerous times. I could not even imagine how happy I would feel if I had sex with you.”

The moment I completed this, he jumped over me and caught my face and kissed my lips. He was running in a hurry, so wild. I was controlling him by running my hands over his head and asking him to be slow. He was returning to his composure slowly. Now, he was enjoying it, so was I.

We both had forgotten our relationship boundaries. We were just a man and a woman ready to explore sex. I opened my mouth and let him taste me. At the same time, he pulled himself towards me and hugged me tight. I felt so excited in his embrace.

The warmth he shared, the way his lips and tongue worked, I was melting for him. After a lot of kissing and sucking, he left my lips, looked at my face and asked me if he was a monster.

I just held his face in both my hands. I replied to him, “You have not shown me what you are that your ex did not like. Feel me, full show me what you are, truly let me feel all of u, and then say what you are. Don’t rush, I’m all yours, and you are all mine, and the night is still young.

I will stop this part here.  Please do not ask about her details or means of contact. Privacy is the best thing. I assure her that I will let me write this story. I am publishing this with her full consent.

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Hi there, I am Rohan, and I am a 35-year-old married man who lives happily with his wife in Delhi. Although she and I participate in some steamy sex from time to time, at times I feel like I want more. That is why I began eyeing my younger sister-in-law, Shruti. At the age of 22, she looks more innocent than ever.

It’s not like she has a body to die for. Her boobs are small, and she basically has no ass. But the idea of fucking my younger, unmarried sister-in-law gets to and turns my little man harder than any other time. Sometimes, I even go the extra mile by imagining doing her while fucking my wife.

So, one day, my wife decided to invite Shruti over. When Shruti was staying at my place, I would smell her clothes—especially her damp underwear—because my deviant passion for her would override my common sense.

Shweta, being the naive soul that she is, ignored all of my sexual cues since she was too preoccupied with her own thoughts. Furthermore, I was afraid of betraying my wife by pressuring Shweta to engage in sexual intercourse with me. I knew that would be dumb.

But nonetheless, I wanted to have an erotic session with my sister-in-law, and I simply couldn’t get her innocent face out of my head. Due to this, I chose to satisfy my sexy desire for Shruti by talking to a live model online. But all I could do was imagine fucking her tight pussy, sucking on those ripe, untouched nipples, and possibly sticking my cocks in her virgin asshole.

So, I searched all over the place for a reliable live cam service. I found Delhi Sex Chat after searching the internet for a trustworthy service. To satiate my perverse need for my niece, I made an account and began searching for an accepting young woman.

I discovered a 23-year-old Kolkata sex cam model named Bhavna. In order to have an exciting time with Bhavna, I started a video chat session and bought credit points using my UPI app.

The live sex chat session began and I could see Bhavna sitting on a chair, cross-legged. She was wearing a red top and white bottoms. Her hair was black with some simple highlights and long.

“Hi,” she said, smiling. “What’s your name, baby?”

“I’m Rohan,” I replied, trying to sound cool.

“Nice to meet you, Rohan,” she said sweetly. “What do you want to do today?”

I took a deep breath, “I want to fulfill my fantasy of seeing my sister-in-law touch herself in front of me.”

Bhavna nodded, understanding my need. “Okay, baby, I can help you with that,” she said in a comforting tone. “Let’s make this real.”
I watched as she stood up, revealing a pair of small boobs with brown nipples standing out. She unbuttoned her white pants, sliding them down to her ankles. “Ready?” she asked, looking into the camera with a naughty twinkle in her eye.

I nodded eagerly, my heart racing as she sat back down and spread her legs wide. She began to touch her pussy, running her fingers along the outside before diving in. Imagining that her tight pussy looked so much like how Shruti’s would, I tried to convince myself that it was her. “Does that make you happy?” she asked, her voice soft and slutty.

“Yes,” I breathed, my dick growing harder as I watched her play. She had a small, tight asshole that twitched every time she inserted a finger into her wetness. Her pussy looked so delicious, I wanted to lick it like an ice cream cone. “Can you play with your ass, too?” I managed to ask, hoping she would understand what I meant.

“Sure, baby,” Bhavna replied, smiling wickedly. She took out a pink vibrator from her drawer and gently rubbed it against her tiny asshole. “Does that turn you on?”
“Yes, yes,” I said, my voice strained. She pushed the toy in and out, moaning with pleasure, and I could feel my balls tightening. She was really getting into it, and so was I.

My cock was rock hard as I watched Bhavna play with herself. I pulled it out of my pants and began to stroke it, trying to match her pace. She had a beautiful pussy, just like I imagined Shruti’s to be. It was clean-shaven and dark brown on the outside while pink on the inside, with a hint of wetness glistening in the light.

“You like that, don’t you?” Bhavna asked, her voice low and seductive. “Tell me, baby, what do you want to do to your sister-in-law?”

I swallowed hard, trying to form the words. “I want to kiss her… all over,” I said, feeling my face heat up.

“Mmm,” Bhavna hummed, her hand still working her pussy. “Where would you start?”

“Her neck,” I replied, my hand moving faster on my cock. “Then down to her boobs. They’re small, but perfect.”

Bhavna leaned back, arching her body, and started to play with her tits. “Like this?” she asked, pinching her nipples.

“Yeah,” I said, stroking faster. “Then I would move down to her stomach, kissing every inch.”

Bhavna giggled, her hand moving down her flat belly. “And after that?”

“Her pussy,” I said, my voice thick with desire. “I want to kiss it and make it wet.”

Bhavna nodded, her own arousal evident as she inserted the vibrator into her pussy and began to moan. “Would you lick it, too?”

“Oh, yes,” I said, my voice shaking. “I would lick it until she cries out.”

Bhavna’s eyes locked onto the screen, seeing the lust in mine. She started to rub her clit with her thumb, her other hand still working the vibrator in and out of her wetness. “And what would you do next, Rohan?”

“I would push my cock inside her,” I confessed, my grip on myself tightening. “Slowly at first, feeling her tightness.”

Her moans grew louder, and she began to buck her hips in rhythm with my words. “How does she feel?”

“So tight,” I murmured, lost in my fantasy. “Like a virgin.”

Bhavna’s eyes closed as she listened, her hand moving faster. “And then?” she panted.

“I would fuck her hard,” I said, my voice growing rough. “Make her scream my name.”

Her hand moved to her clit again, rubbing it in fast circles as she pushed the vibrator deeper. “What else, baby?”

“I would grab her ass,” I said, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “It’s so small, but so firm.”

Bhavna’s ass was definitely not as small as Shruti’s, but I focused on the fantasy. “And what about her boobs?”

“I’d play with them,” I said, imagining Shruti’s tiny boobs in my hands. “Kiss and bite them until she begs for more.”

Her eyes flew open, and she looked at me through the screen. “You want to bite them?” she asked, a hint of surprise in her voice.

“Yes,” I said, my teeth clenching. “They’re so sensitive.”

Bhavna took her shirt off, revealing a pair of small, round boobs with light pink areolas. She took one in her hand and pinched the nipple hard. “Like this?”

“Yeah,” I moaned, my cock straining. “Just like that.”

Her hand went back to her pussy, and she began to pump the vibrator in and out rapidly. “What else do you want to do to her?”

“I want to fill her up,” I said, my hand moving faster. “Make her feel full.”

“How would you do that?” she asked, her voice breathless.

“With my cock,” I said, my eyes glazing over. “I want to make her feel every inch of me.”

Bhavna’s body was flushed with arousal, her breath coming in pants. “And when you do that,” she asked, “what do you want her to do?”

“I want her to ride me,” I said, my voice hoarse. “So I can see her bounce up and down.”

Bhavna stood up, her breasts jiggling slightly. She turned around and bent over, giving me a view of her round ass. “Would you spank her?”

“Yes,” I said, my hand slapping my thigh. “Spank her until it’s red.”

Her hand smacked her ass, leaving a faint pink mark. “Like this?”

“Perfect,” I groaned, feeling myself getting closer. “Keep going.”

Bhavna began to masturbate again, her ass in the air. “And when you’re done,” she whispered, “what do you want to do?”

“I want to cum inside her,” I said, my voice strained. “Make her mine.”

Her hand moved faster, her hips bucking as she approached her climax. “And then?”

“I would hold her tight,” I said, my eyes never leaving her ass. “Never let her go.”

With a final cry, Bhavna’s body tensed, and she came, the vibrator slipping from her grip. She collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. “Was that good for you, Rohan?”

I nodded, still stroking my cock. “It was amazing.”

“What about you?” she asked, looking up at me. “Are you going to cum for me?”

“Yes,” I said, unable to hold back anymore. “I’m going to cum.”

Bhavna watched me, her chest heaving, as I stroked myself to the brink. “Do it,” she urged. ”

I nodded, unable to form words as I felt my orgasm building. With one final, powerful stroke, I came, my hot seed spurting onto the screen of my laptop. “Ah, Shruti,” I groaned, my vision blurring with pleasure.

Bhavna giggled, leaning back on the bed. “You really like her, don’t you?”

I nodded, catching my breath. “Yeah.”

“Would you like to talk about it some more?” she asked, her voice still sweet and inviting.

“No,” I said, feeling a bit embarrassed. “That’s enough for today.”

We chatted for a bit longer, but my mind was still racing with images of Shruti. Her small tits and tight ass bouncing on my cock. Her cries of pleasure as I filled her up. It was all I could think about, even as I said goodbye to Bhavna and ended the call.

Later that evening, when my wife and Shruti were in the other room watching TV, I couldn’t help but sneak glances at her. She was wearing a simple salwar kameez, but the way it hugged her body made me want to tear it off and see what lay beneath. I knew I couldn’t act on my desires, but the thoughts were too powerful to ignore.

That night, as I lay in bed with my wife, I couldn’t get hard. She noticed and asked if something was wrong. “It’s just work stress,” I lied, hoping she wouldn’t catch on to my true feelings.

In the days that followed, I found myself visiting Delhi Sex Chat more often, always searching for Bhavna. She became my outlet for the taboo desires I couldn’t act on. Each time we talked, I would ask her to do something a little more extreme, pushing my boundaries.

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The Wedding Night

As soon as the rays of the sun fell on my eyes through the window, I woke up from sleep with great difficulty. I sat with my back resting on the bed and looked. Lavanya was clinging to me, and the clothes were scattered, both of us drained, too comfortable and maybe too overwhelmed even to shift an inch.

What we’d shared the night before didn’t feel real—it was too wild, too much. Still, the faint salt of her skin on mine told me it had all happened. Suddenly, the moment broke due to the ringing of her phone. When she looked, she found out that it was ‘Rohan’s sister’s’ phone.

She quickly put on her clothes, and while putting on her clothes, she started talking softly on the phone. Before leaving, she kissed me on my lips. The door closed behind her, and I sat on the bed there, looking towards the roof, trying to understand whatever had happened.

Then someone knocked on the room gate and saw that it was Rohan, he came inside, he looked all around the room, and then his eyes fell on the packet of condoms, seeing which he looked towards me and smilingly said, “you had a quite interesting last night” On which I said “Indeed it was”.

Then Rohan said, You freshen up quickly and get ready in half an hour and meet me at the parking lot. I immediately went to the bathroom, took a shower and got ready in no time.

As soon as I finished talking to Rohan about what we were gonna do, I got a message on my phone, “Last night was very memorable. What are your plans for today?” My heart started beating fast and I replied immediately “You just have to be ready, I’m calling the shots for the evening, your pulses will gonna be abrupt”.

It was already past 9:30, but I didn’t notice. Rohan and I were still getting ready for the groom. His cousins were laughing at the gate, waiting for the ribbon to be cut. Then I saw Lavanya. Her clothes made me forget everything around me. She was so lovely and pretty. For just a second, everything else disappeared.

Her pink Lehenga was swaying along with her waist, and the blouse was just so low that I could see her big bulges. The cloth was touching her shadow with every breath. Her make-up was amazing- so intense that I was pining for her.

She came in as if she had control over every aspect of the room. I was not able to take my eyes off her. She came towards me, but my eyes were stuck on only one point.

She – Are you just going to stare at these only?

Me – I am just admiring your curves in my conscience.

She – Just the curves, that’s it? (with a teasing voice.)

Me – Not just the curve, but how well you dressed up.

Every time I meet your dark eyes, it feels like the world disappears, and I’m gone in you. They have this powerful, fiery sparkle. Your brown hair falls so softly against your neck. Your lips look like they hold a smile that could light up a room. Every detail about you takes my breath away.

As I gave it to her, she pinched my hand. Her cheeks turned pink like a strawberry, and I leaned in close from the side and whispered, “I’m not holding back tonight.” My hand briefly rested on her hip, and I gave it a gentle squeeze. This amused her, and I moved to my way.

Rohan told me, “My cousins were standing with a bottle of whiskey in the parking, and you should go and have some fun”. He said smilingly that I had worked hard all night and now I should rest with them. I quietly went away from there and went up the stairs.

After having a few drinks, I saw that the people were dancing and poppers were shot. Then out of nowhere, someone spanked my butt, and when I turned around, it was the same gorgeous lady, Lavanya. She requested that I take some pictures with her.

At first, I refused, but she was adamant, and finally I took the pictures. While taking pictures, she asked, ‘Bastard! How many drinks have you had?’ I replied, ‘Just three vodka shots.’ She angrily asked, ‘Why didn’t you ask me for one?’ I winked and said, ‘Babe, I have a plan. Just wait.’

Suddenly, there was a sound of thunder and lightning, and then light rain started. Everyone was shocked. When it got heavier, Everyone ran in a hurry like a dog and reached the main corridor of the hotel and the wedding celebration began. Anyways, it was already time for the last ritual.

We went inside and suddenly everything became dark. After a moment, the lights came on again-She had gone. My heart sank. I was searching in the crowd, my fingers were typing her number without thinking. She called me sometime later.

She said, “Babes, I was in my room on the second floor to loosen myself up.” Listening to this, I took a bottle of vodka with me as I went up. When I got there, I saw her sitting on the sofa, lighting up a Cigarette, and she reminded me of a European lady.

She saw me and gave a subtle, cute smile before saying, “I just had to have a cigarette.” I shut the door, and she came closer, put her hands on my chest, pinned me slightly against the door and asked in a low voice, “What’s the plan for tonight?” I just smiled and showed her the vodka bottle, and her eyes lit up.

Then I poured shots of vodka into 6 shot glasses and gulped them down one after the other, until we started feeling warm and intoxicated. I turned on the music and asked her to dance. She came close to me, and I put one hand on her waist and held her hand with the other.

She put her hand over mine, pulled us close, and kissed us again. I kissed her, and she just let go. We kissed for a while, then I moved down to her neck. I bit and kissed it softly until she started to make quiet sounds. My hand went to her breasts as I felt her body, pushing her down slowly onto the bed.

I moved to lie next to her, and we faced each other. I put my hand on her stomach, feeling her fast breathing. The need in her eyes was the same as the need in mine. We kissed hard, our tongues going together as we made soft, wanting noises.

I ran my hands over her back, feeling how warm her skin was. I put my head down and moved my nose and tongue up her neck to behind her ear. She let out a loud moan and pulled my hair hard. My other hand squeezed her butt, pushing into the flesh.

As we moved as one, she started to take off her clothes. But I had a different idea. I wanted to use my mouth to pull off her shirt and skirt. She looked at me with a mischievous look and quickly agreed with a nod. I moved my hands to her breasts, rubbing them through her blouse.

Then, I put my hand under her, feeling their full, heavy weight. I could feel her already hard nipples clearly under my hand. I slowly took off her shirt, and she started to unbutton mine. I was bare from the waist up, and she was in just her bra. I cupped her breasts over the lace, squeezing them hard, and she moaned.

Biting down softly on her nipple through the lace of her bra, I whispered for her to turn. My tongue immediately began to trace the long curve of her back, climbing toward the soft skin behind her neck. I unhooked her bra with a flick of my fingers, and it slid from her body.

Only then did I turn her to face me again, her beautiful, bare breast now in full view. She took her top off. Her breasts moved a little. Her nipples were hard. I put my mouth on a nipple, sucking it and licking it with my tongue. Then I moved my mouth down.

I kissed and licked her stomach. I moved my lips and tongue down to her soft thigh. Her skin was very smooth. She made a soft sound and pulled my hair gently. I watched her face. Her expressions were very sexy as I touched her. I slid my hand down and felt the soft skin on her inner thigh.

My hand stopped, and I rubbed her through her underwear. I could feel she was already wet. Then I used my teeth to pull her underwear down, and her clean, hairless pussy was open. She was very wet. I put my face close to her, smelling her strong scent.

I gently blew a warm breath, then soft kisses across her Pussy. I pulled her lips apart, found her wet, juicy core, and dove in. My tongue plunged into her musky depths, rolling and pushing as far as I could with every hungry lap. I found her clit with my fingers, teasing it until it stood hard and firm.

Her moans grew louder with every touch, her hips pushing my head deeper. She kept moaning as I sucked at her, my tongue working on her clit. I took my tongue away. I put two fingers deep inside her. As my fingers moved, she immediately started to squirm and arch her back on the bed.

At the same time, my mouth was back on her clitoris, sucking and biting it hard. Lavanya put her legs around my neck. Her hands were in my hair, holding me tight. She made more and more sounds as my mouth and fingers made her feel good. Her back bent backwards, and she took in fast, hard breaths.

I kept making her feel good for a long time. Then I stopped, stood up, and moved to the floor next to the bed. She lifted her body to sit on the edge of the bed. Lavanya started rubbing my dick from outside my pants. She was good at it, and soon she opened my pants. I was completely naked.

She held my hard dick in her hand and kissed me on my lips. Then she moved down slowly, kissing my neck, then my chest, and finally my nipples. She was biting and sucking my nipples very hard while her hand was moving up and down on my dick. She finally reached the head of my dick and kissed it softly.

Lavanya kissed me all over, then licked me from the bottom to the top. She slowly moved her tongue over the top of my dick and gently pulled the skin back. The end of my dick got a shiny drop of pre-cum. She looked at me and giggled softly before she bent down again to lick it up gently.

Me: Lavanya, I appreciate the fun, but I’d really prefer you to stop teasing me.

Lavanya: Alright, Mr. Mischief Maker, what challenge do you have for me?

Me: Please take it in your mouth, baby.

She leaned in, her mouth hot and ready, instantly taking the head of me. I was in pure heaven. She began to suck me slowly, in a deep, deliberate motion. Each pass went a little deeper, her throat stretching to take more of me. It wasn’t long before she had my entire length in her mouth.

I could feel my cock touch the soft back of her throat. As she expertly handled me, the pleasure of her deep-throating was overwhelming. I couldn’t help but move with each of her powerful actions, lifting myself from the chair. The intense feeling made me thrust back and forth, moving in sync with her.

I felt like my dick was going to explode like a balloon as the way her tongue created a strong tingling sensation on my head, it felt like a place I’d never been. My body tensed up, and she must have noticed and said, “Not too soon, Mr.” And she stopped suddenly.

I felt both relieved and a bit cheated. I was this close to an explosion, but I was also glad she knew when to stop. She was lying on her back on the bed with her legs open. I put a pillow under her butt to lift her up and then got between her legs. She wanted to touch me and helped me line up with her.

I rubbed my cock on her vagina, just teasing her without moving it inside the hot oven. And then I used the tip of my dick to rub her clitoris to tease her gently. And her moans were like music to my ear as I kept teasing her. She held my dick in her hand and moved it to her wet opening.

I pushed in slowly and felt her body pull me deeper. The cool rain made it feel even more intense, and I was able to go all the way inside her in one smooth push. Cold wind came from the window and made me shiver. But inside her, I felt very hot.

I started to move my body back and forth with a slow and deep thrust, finding a great rhythm. My hands went to her boobs, holding them firmly like a steering wheel with each push. I gently pulled her nipples, which made my strokes deeper and pushed me further into her.

She made deep sounds and arched her hips to meet me. She bent her knees and moved her legs wider apart, telling me to go harder and deeper. I started to move faster. I found her clitoris, which was hard and throbbing, and rubbed it with more pressure. She then shook and felt a rush of pleasure.

I didn’t stop there; I kept having sex with her, pushing all the way through her climax. “Lie down,” she said, wanting to ride me with all her power. I did right away. The moment she was on top and tied her hair, that was the absolute beauty.

She set her position, and when she started riding me, she did so slowly and built the pace like she’d been doing it her whole life. Her moves were like a wave, a mesmerising blend of strong up-and-down thrusts and slow, sexy rolls that brought me to a new level of ecstasy. She was absolutely showing me heaven.

When I saw her big jugs moving with each push, I felt really good. The sight was so much that I reached up and pulled her close. I lifted myself to put her nipples in my mouth. Even with my head against her boobies, she kept a steady pace, and I sucked hard like a baby on her nipples.

“Let’s continue on mission, Doggy,” I said. She smiled and turned over. Her body was beautiful and brown with nice curves. I licked her butt crack one more time, then put my dick inside from behind. Watching her back made me want her more, so I moved in and out faster.

I started thrusting hard and fast. Her screams filled the room. We didn’t care about the noise because the doors were locked. I spanked her hard, maybe ten or fifteen times, until I could see the red prints from my hands on her round, brown ass. I then pulled her cheeks apart, which made her let out a sharp moan.

I pinched her ass hard enough to leave my nail marks, a clear sign that she was enjoying it. I spit on my fingers to make them wet, then rubbed my thumb hard over her asshole. Without any warning, I pushed my fingers deep inside her. She shouted and begged me “not to do it,” but I didn’t listen.

Her pleas only made me want to continue even more. I stopped and put some spit on my fingers to make them wet. I then put them in her butt. She screamed a little and yelled my name, so I stopped right away and kissed her back for a few minutes for her to calm down and take a breath.

This time, I went slow, carefully putting my fingers in. She was more relaxed now, and her body was ready, and her muscles got looser around me. After my three fingers had prepared her, it was time for me to fill her. I guided my cock to the opening and pushed, sliding deep inside her.

Lavanya’s back arched sharply, her fists clenching, and a loud, drawn-out “Ahh” was pulled from deep within her. I had just started to enter her, and my dick was touching her tight insides. I didn’t stop, and I pushed myself another three inches deeper. She gasped sharply and started yelling my name.

Her voice sounded like she was feeling both good and bad at the same time. She yelled, “Patrick, you jerk, stop! I’m dying!” Her voice sounded so desperate that I stopped moving right away. After five minutes, I checked on her gently. She gasped, “Go slow,” so I did just that.

I moved inside her slowly and carefully. A couple of minutes later, she changed completely. Her soft words became a loud yell: “Lavanya! Tear my ass up. Fuck me.” I held her hair in my hand while I pushed into her butt. With every hard push, she grabbed the bed sheets tightly.

I saw her breasts moving a lot with each motion. I spanked her butt, which made it turn a dark red colour. As I moved into her, she pushed back and trembled. She then squirted. I didn’t want to stop, so I kept going at the same fast speed. My testicles hit against her in a steady beat.

I grabbed her hair, held on tight, and pulled her head back to kiss her from above. I told her I was about to cum, and she eagerly asked me to release on her breasts. With immense willpower, I pulled out my dick and stood over her. She turned, dropping to her knees.

I gripped her jaw firmly, stroked myself just a few times, and then my cum erupted, splashing onto her body like a powerful jet. Her face, neck and boobs were covered with my cum. She started sucking my cum and tasted a few drops stuck in the foreskin.

She sucked my cock till it became flaccid. It was a fantastic experience. I kissed her forehead and stood up. Sharing a cigarette on the balcony, we watched the world outside blur into a haze of smoke and city lights. Exhaustion finally catching up, we retreated to the bed, cuddling close and drifting off to sleep.

I hope you enjoyed my story. I’m from around Delhi-NCR. For feedback and discussion, you can hit me up at [email protected] or Google Chat.

Synopsis: Percy snuck into his fling’s apartment at night without getting caught. As she stayed with her family, they made out on the staircase. Read about their sexcapade.

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Hi everyone, my name is Percy, back after a long break with a real story. I am a 27-year-old engineer working in a reputed firm in Bangalore. Thank you for your support and amazing responses to my previous story. Now here I am with another real story.

This incident happened to me yesterday, and I couldn’t wait to share it with you guys. So, without any further delay, let’s dive in.

So, I was returning from work late at 2:00 AM due to some important tasks. The weather was amazing. I felt lonely riding my bike back home. In that moment, I was on a call with one of my friends.

About the queen, her name was Riya, 27F with a bomb figure. She was a classical dancer so that you can imagine her body, with no extra fat anywhere. She had a perfect 32-28-34. She would look like a perfect next-door neighbour with a down-to-earth attitude.

But damn, when she’s horny, no one can match her kinks. We used to go to Cult dance fitness. I met her there and we had an instant connection. She was fun and full of life.

Anyways, we spoke for an hour or so. Our discussion started from regular life shit, to our Exes and current situationships, to our sexual desires. We never had any previous encounters, so it was all new and exciting. This made both of us horny, and we ended up exchanging some steamy teasing snaps.

She sent me a snap with her red bra and a lacy panty, which made me hard instantly. I told her what I would do to her if I were at her place right then. Since she was horny, she asked me to come over. I drove all the way to her place.

But she used to stay with her family, so she came down to help me sneak into her building. I noticed that she was still teasing me by wearing bum-shorts. It barely covered her plump, perfect, pear-shaped ass and a shirt exposing her ample cleavage.

After jumping the gate of the building and going through all the blind spots of the camera, she took me to the Fire exit staircase. The moment we got there, she whispered in my ear, “You see how silent the staircase is, I will try my best to stay quiet, you try your best to make me moan.”

Hearing this, that very moment I pinned her on the stairs. Running my hands right from her hair, sliding to her lips, gliding to her neck. With gentle pressure on her boobs, pinching her jelly belly, reaching down right to her perfect curve with a nice, good spank.

That was the point. I heard a slight AH!! Wasting no time, I removed her shorts, and my fingers made their way to her juicy, dripping wet pussy. The girl was enjoying every single pleasure of the moment. She guided my other hand to unbutton her shirt and free those yummy melons.

Taking the lead, I started to squeeze the juice of the moon. She sat on the stairs. I made her spread her legs apart. I started kissing her thighs while one hand was in her mouth, trying to make her not moan too loudly. I teased her by kissing all around the honey, but not getting into it.

At one point, she got so hot and horny, she just held my head and pushed it in her wet pussy. I started to lick her pussy while having two fingers inside her. She couldn’t control her moans. I then increased the speed of my fingers and licked her clit.

She was rolling her eyes, moving her hips rapidly. The very moment she was about to cum on my face, I increased my speed, sucking her pussy, pinching those nipples. She came with a moan which was loud enough to wake up the watchman.

After all this, she pulled me to her, kissed me, and said, “It’s my turn to make you moan.” She pulled my dick out of my pants. She liked being a good girl, she started to suck me with a good lick on the tip of her head. Then we got completely naked, and we didn’t care about getting caught.

She sat on me, riding me in a cowgirl, and while kissing me. We did it nice and slow. I was sucking those yummy boobs one by one. My girl was enjoying every bit of it, increasing the speed, riding my brains out. Then I asked her to get up and bend over.

I saw those plump peach ass in front of me and couldn’t stop kissing and biting them. I then started to pound her from behind. We could hear the clapping sound echoing over the stairs. We were in no mood to stop. I was grabbing those boobs while being deep inside her.

She then came back over me, sitting on my dick in a reverse cowgirl. I saw that ass jump over my dick. She was about to cum again, and she started to whisper, “Harder, harder.” I felt her legs trembling and made her squirt over me.

At this moment, I took charge, pulled her hair, made her kneel on the stairs, and pushed my dick in her mouth. She, like a devil possessed, sucked me so good. She was grabbing my ass and pinching it while her tongue was rolling all over my balls.

She was a pro in blowjobs. She made me feel like that anime in the ‘gawk gawk’ meme. She got to know that I was about to cum. She wanted me to cum in her mouth, but I ended up spraying all over her boobs.

We both were drenched in sweat and cum. We kissed goodbye and left. That visual of her kneeling in front of me, covered with my cum, will never leave my mind. I never knew she had a beast hidden inside. We are still good friends. This adventure did not change anything between us.

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