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Thanks a lot for reading this wonderful tale. Have you ever questioned why do we have a format of a medium called ‘sex story’ when we have a choice of seeing high-quality porn videos streaming all the fuck, lick, suck, crazy things in vivid detail?

Of course, ‘sex stories’ remain alive because it is so wonderful compared to video content. A wonderfully written story can give a long-lasting effect making one recall the story and enjoy numerous times. It is a powerful way to communicate emotions, feelings, romance intimacy and erotic things.

A thoughtful story creates a warm feeling with the readers and if the medium is used thoughtfully with the right plot, characterization, situations, dialogs, conversations, and emotions. We can create a fabulous sex story where readers can immerse themselves deep into the plot and enjoy them being one of the characters in the story.

Unfortunately, it is very rare to find such high-quality story-driven content for sex stories. Very professional writers write nonsex stories involving sentiment, emotion, love, and all other feelings. But they wont touch on XX rated stories. Sex stories can be entirely different than explaining just pure intercourse explanation.

Many novice writers misunderstand the difference between sex story and sex narration. They are entirely different. Writing pages of content explaining what boy and girl did to each other in sex is sex narration and not sex story. That is too boring to read.

I got fed up with not finding the content of my liking and I started writing a story that fulfills my inner thirst. I created a multi-episode story named name ‘Cleverly Planned Wife Swap – Master Plan To Convince Conservative Couple’. Based on some one’s real experience

I was not sure how this story will be received by readers as it was very lengthy one of 15 episodes. I worried who will read a long story. I was proven that my thought was wrong with a nice response from readers. Later I realized that writing porn is a kind of addiction because one cannot simply write porn.

A writer needs to think of the situation, position, conversation, action, and many other things. In the course of thinking this will make a writer think about sex all the time. This will definitely take their productivity out from their life. They will be always thinking about this. Writing requires a hell lot of time from their daily activity.

I personally felt that I gave the least priority to real life thinking and writing porn. I forgot to progress in career, forgot to service vehicle on time. I thought writing is too injurious to personal and family well being. So I decided to step away from writing to get rid of the addiction.

I managed to be away from writing for a long period. Now I feel a bit of thirst to write again. I want to cautiously balance and spent on writing. Hence decided to time-bound and write one decent story. One of the readers of my story is Pooja. We become close friends after a couple of conversation.

She shared her personal sex experience with her younger brother-in-law (her hubby’s brother). Her experience and story had all the masala ingredients that qualify for a perfect erotic story. When I asked her about making her experience as a story, she gladly agreed to do with protecting her privacy enough.

I finally penned down her experience as a wonderful story and presenting here in the format of Pooja telling the story. From my understanding, Pooja is very conservative, god fearing and conservative girl. Not a wild beast looking for sex. She had a strong compelling situation and rationale behind how such a girl changed like that.

It was wonderful to hear and erotic as well. She will explain it in vivid details.

This tale explains how such a morally good and god-fearing conservative and traditional girl’s (Pooja’s) bonding with her brother-in-law changed into love. What an emotional roller coaster she had gone through in this journey.

How her interest progressed slowly from love to lust and made her determined strongly towards achieving her goal. How she achieved successfully got her desires full filled. Please take a minute of your time to ‘like’ this story. Link to ‘like’ appears at the bottom of the story and if you have time.

Ok time up with intro note. Pooja will explain the story. Read the previous parts before continuing

Part 5 continued…

Kishore started religiously doing a lot of workouts, toning muscles, grooming in a beauty parlor. Day by day his look and muscle tones made him more handsome. I heavily breathed and got jealous of the unknown heroine of his film who is going to pair with him and do romance.

I felt bad that some other girl is going to be the first person to romance with him, touch him, and get touched by him. I felt really bad thinking about Kishore touching someone else before he touching me. I convinced myself, what else I can do. Nothing can be done about this.

Days passed and the day of his shooting had come. I decided to do Viradham and go to the temple and be there while he is in the shooting. My prayer is for his success. I sent him off to shoot and went to the temple to offer pooja. This was my dedication to god for his success.

I went to the temple offered sincere prayers. I meditated there and stayed there for the whole day. In the evening around 5 pm, I started back home. Eager to meet him and get to know what happened in the shoot today. I reached the apartment with all these thoughts.

I was happy to see Kishore’s shoes at the door. So he is inside. I stepped inside to see my darling. I saw his back at distance and he was shivering. I quickly walked to him and was shocked to see that he was crying with lots of tears running down from his eyes. I got heavily shocked to see him crying.

He has never cried like this in the past. I become nervous. I threw my handbag and sat next to him. Without a second thought, I put my hand on his shoulders and asked him, “Kishore, what happen, why are you crying? I’m so scared, please. I feel like I will also cry. What happened?”

He was already broken down. My consoling gesture of wrapping my arms on his shoulders and soft words melted him. He put his foreheads on my shoulders and started crying. I could sense his hot tears on my bare shoulders. I was terribly shocked. I was no more in lust. I was in a complete panic state, zero lust at that time.

My concern is about his wellness and why he is crying. He realized that I’m getting upset and my voice is breaking like crying. So he became calm wiping his tears and started saying, “Pooja, you know that how much I’m Interested in acting career. For me, that is my life, but it was a bad day today. I got heavily screwed.”

I asked: “Yes Kishore, I know, but what happened today? You went happily for shooting and what happened there?” Kishore continued, “Anni, I was called for the shooting today; They asked me to act in sentiment, action, comedy scenes all in the morning. I rocked them all, but after lunch, they started shooting ro…ro…” He stammered.

I encouraged, “Kishore what happened? Please openly tell.” Kishore continued, “Anni, I was put to act a few romantic and intimate scenes with the heroine girl. She is also a new introduction named Ahalya. I did my best to perform the scene well. However, the director did not like the outcome. So he called me.”

“He said that this story demands a strong lover/chocolate boy kind of actor as this plot is focused on a young audience and especially ladies. He finds that though I look attractive, my acting and chemistry is not up to the mark. He said that he doesn’t believe that I am fit for this role,” He said in a sad tone.

It was shocking to me that he missed an excellent opportunity. I said “Oh Kishore, it is terrible to hear. They have selected you after all auditions, right? And they have also signed contract right? Why all this drama now?”

Kishore said “Anni, yes they did all sort of audition. But they never tried to shoot romance scene with an actress. They thought I will act fine and they tried sentiment, action, dance scenes. Today they directly went for shooting romance scenes. I miserably failed.”

“They tried almost 50 to 100 takes for multiple scenes. I am not up to the expectation of the director. So he finally fed up and wanted to pull out of contract and get the draft back.”

I was shocked to hear this. However, it was an expected thing for me that he did not do well in romance acting. I know he is a bit introvert in nature especially with girls. I laughed inside with a surprise. The exact quality (less romantic and introvert) which troubles me is hurting him as well in his career.

I felt very bad and I can understand the director’s situation. I could easily guess how he must have screwed up the scene. I joined his sadness and said, “Kishore, it is heartbreaking to hear this situation. Why have you not requested him for one more chance to do it better?”

Kishore replied, “Yes Anni, I begged him so much. He was not ready initially and finally said that he will give one final chance. He gave me the script and asked me to understand the crux of the story and character to perform well. He gave 3 weeks to prepare for one final audition. If I fail next time I will lose the opportunity forever”

I was relaxed to see that he has not failed completely. I cheered him “Oh Kishore that means you have not failed 100%, still you have a chance. You do not need to worry. You will make it 100% next time. I guarantee you, you have great potential.”

I looked at the tea table in front of the sofa. There was a heavy spiral bounded book. I quickly recognized that it is the script for the story. I lifted and opened it and started reading. I admired the very detailed work of the director. The script explained every minute detail about the characters and how they will think etc.

Each scene is explained with photos, drawing, and diagrams to visually explain the situation and scene. Characters and their conversation dialogs are detailed and explained clearly. I quickly engaged in the story and started reading page after page. Kishore remained silent allowing me to read the script.

I quickly found that this story would be a sensational hit. It revolves around two intimate and divine lovers and family relationships. I ultimately engaged with storyline reading each characters conversations etc. The story started with a gentle romance and flirting between the hero and heroine.

It slowly progressed with bit intimate romance scenes. Each scene was explained with drawings and description behind these like comics/cartoon type of drawings. I started looking at drawings and the descriptions below. I saw a drawing where the hero and heroine are hugging.

The hero is fondling with heroines bare hip while the heroine is in saree. I read the description for the scene and it was quite interesting. I flipped pages and noticed that the intimacy between them advances over each scene. I saw a drawing where the heroine is in saree sitting on a sofa watching TV.

The hero is lying on her lap facing on her hip. In another drawing, the hero plucks the heroine’s remote. The heroine’s boobs brush the hero’s face in remote grab fight. By seeing the drawing and reading the scene, I become so excited and enjoyed the scene’s visualization, very sensual.

Further flipped pages. I was shocked to see a diagram where the heroine is sitting on the sofa with mehandi on both hands with a playful mood on her face. In another picture, the hero is asking for something to the heroine. In the next picture, the hero is inserting his both hands inside the T-Shirt pocket of heroine.

I was shocked to see the intimacy of the scene. I curiously started reading the story behind the scene. I was stunned to see the creativity of the director to give a justification for the scene. The way the director explained appears that it will not be a vulgar scene. But it will be presented in a romantic way.

I flipped pages and I saw another interesting scene with a twist. This time the hero is holding tumblers in both his hands and heroine is inspecting heroines pant pockets. I read the description and found it was a romantic retaliation play for previous heroine’s mischievous shirt pocket play.

I flipped a few more pages and reached the climax page drawings. I was shocked to see that both the hero and heroine are under the blanket in bed. The hero is lying on top of the heroine in fucking posture. The hero’s bare back is visible indicating he is nude inside the blanket. Both of their legs are strangled outside the blanket.

They are nude inside and further pictures indicate that they are fucking inside the blanket. I got shocked and started reading the story. It clearly explained and justifies the scene with the background of why it is happening and what will be shown on the screen.

That justification justifies the reason for the fucking scene. It was explained that it won’t show the vulgarity of fucking. Instead, it will show the emotions on the face of the hero and heroine. The scene expects best facial expression with proper background music and cuts.

After reading all the script, I started getting jealous of the unknown heroine girl of this movie. I firmly decided and started saying to myself, “No, I’m not going to give away Kishore to some other girl to play all these romantic scenes. My body should be the first body for him to practice these ultimate scenes.”

“My hand should be the first girl’s hand to touch and feel his body. How can some other girl touch and feel him before I touch him? I won’t allow this to happen,” I strongly determined within myself.

I know he is in a desperate situation of the audition failure. I felt that everything is in my favor. If I properly exploit this situation I can get all my desires fulfilled. I quickly thanked God, “Oh God, you are great and you did a miracle. I just asked for ordinary romance. But you planned for movie quality romance and sent him to me with a script as well. You are so great!”

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Hello people, click on this link to read all my previous stories on this site. After my previous stories, I had got a lot of mail asking me to share details of woman I have had sex with. Myself Aryan aged 23 from Bangalore. I have had a couple of sex experience. Recently I thought of trying to become a masseur.

Though I don’t charge I wanted to explore my sex adventure. So I got a message from a couple of called Nikki Suresh. After chatting a while I got to know that they are a couple who were in their mid-30s. Their sex life wasn’t that wild and happening as the guy was having a problem with premature ejaculation.

Soon I got comfortable with the couple and tried to make them realize that I’m trustworthy. I managed to talk to the wife who turned out to be very horny. She used work in an MNC and was pretty horny which almost all women of her age are. Then she started chatting with me and eventually she opened up to me.

Me: Just in case if we ever meet what would do want me to do? How would you expect me to pleasure you?
Nikki: I want you to give me an erotic massage such that my inner slut opens up to you. Make me so fucking wild that I just don’t resist myself from taking your dick in my mouth.

Me: That sounds hot…
Nikki: My hubby isn’t that good at foreplay so I want you to at least serve me with an hour long of foreplay. Can you do that, Aryan?
Me: Who wouldn’t want to see a woman like you get wild and moan for me.

Nikki: I want you to insert your entire fist inside me. I have been craving for a very rough hardcore yet passionate sex with a stranger.
Me: How were your previous encounters?

Nikki: They were all good. But all they did was just come and fuck. Most women want foreplay and that’s what makes us wet.
Me: I know the amount of pleasure a woman gets during the foreplay. I’m pretty sure you will love me doing a nice sexy passionate foreplay with you.

Nikki: Can you please wet me through chat?
Me: Imagine my soft hands rolling over your soft silky skin my dear. My fingers rolling over your nice earlobes and giving you a seductive seduction…

Soon I made her wet and then we decided to meet. After some days I was asked to visit their place in a very posh locality in Bangalore. I took cab grabbed all the materials and oil to massage the lady. Then headed to their place. I reached their place it was a huge villa.

Then I saw an old gentleman with his hairs faded welcome me. He said, “Hi come inside, Suresh here.” He was in his trousers with a t-shirt. we went to the hall where I met his wife Nikki. She was wearing a T-shirt and three fourth pants. She was pretty.

She was decent enough with her boobs size being 34-c. She was pretty chubby. not too fat not too thin. They introduced themselves though they were reluctant and kind of nervous. Suresh suddenly asked, “So do you do this often? You look pretty young?”

I said, “ I will ask for your feedback after my session and then you can answer me if I’m good enough.” Then they asked me to wait in the hall and get ready while both of them went inside. I was pretty scared when I was left alone in the hall by myself. But then after a while, I was asked by Suresh to come inside.

When I went in I saw Nikki was lying on the bed on her face with her back covered with a towel. Suresh asked, “So you all set?” I nodded and said, “Sure.” I went on Nikki’s back and sat on her bum. I slowly started pressing her neck and told her to relax and just feel my hands moving on your body.

Meanwhile, Suresh was outside and the door was closed. After a while, he came inside with just his towel on. At first, I thought he wanted a massage too. But then he just sat on the chair and kept looking at the way I was massaging her. He then made the room very dark and kept guiding me.

By now I had covered Nikki’s body with oil and had excited her. I then asked Suresh, “Is it ok if I undress?” He nodded affirmatively and said do whatever you feel right don’t ask me. He was hard by seeing his wife biting her lips.
I then kept moving my hands over Nikki’s inner thighs.

She was already on cloud 9. While most masseurs feel its dirty to lick over the oily body. I am that dirty licker who doesn’t mind licking off. I gently placed a kiss on her inner thigh. I knew she would not resist me after this. I slowly took my index finger and jerked it over her ass and her glory hole.

She was moaning and then I kept repeating slowly the same over her pussy with all my fingers. I made her pretty comfortable with my touch. I was only in my underwear and I was touching my dick with her ass. After that, I asked her to turn her face towards me so that I could massage the front side of the body.

She was already moaning saying nice things to me. By now my hands had already reached her boobs. I was squeezing her nipples by surrounding it with my palm pouring lots of oil. Then using the massager electric tool massaged her nipples till she was horny.

On the other side, I saw Suresh was jacking off his tool by watching his wife getting horny. I saw his dick was pretty small. Then I realized why the wife was never satisfied. Soon she started touching my dick with her hand and by this time Suresh joined her too. And then he took my dick inside his mouth.

For once I was like I should shoot my cum in his mouth. But to be honest I liked the way he sucked my dick. I kept kissing Nikki and smooching her to make her even more hot and horny. My 6-inch dick was as if the reward Suresh had got. He kept spitting over it and kept licking it.

Then Nikki started to stroke my dick with her hands trying to give me a handjob. Suresh then told me you have a very nice dick. He asked me to do you mind if I kiss you. I said no coz I am not into that. He agreed decently and didn’t force me much.

“Can you fuck me hard as much as you can?” asked Nikki. I lifted her one leg and told her to keep it on the bed. I slid my dick inside her pussy it was pretty warm and I could certainly imagine the tightness it had. I realized it was not used for a very long time.

Suresh went on the front and he kept licking her pussy while I fucked her hard. After some ten minutes, I told I would want to cum, to which both of them agreed. after I cum I lay down on the floor. Then I saw both the husband and wife starting to lick my inner thighs.

More than the wife it seemed as if Suresh was hornier. They both sucked my dick one after the other and then we had a couple of sessions. Suresh kept on masturbating by watching me and his wife getting dirty. I finished my job as best as I could.

Then I departed from their place. I have been asked to visit them again. I shall update that soon on this site. I have turned into masseur and provide massage to women across Bangalore. I don’t charge anything except for my travel.

Any couples, woman, females, looking for a massage or any kind of service can message me on hangouts at [email protected]. Couples looking for threesome can contact me too. Bangalore ladies can contact me for sex chat too at the above-mentioned address over hangout or email.

It was a dream when it all began. Yes, you read that right. I was in a state of trance when I saw her head bobbing up and down, deepthroating and gagging on my 6″ member as I came shot after shot in her mouth. With one last hard suck, she took my dick out her mouth leaving its head glistening with a mix of saliva and semen.

She dug her chin on my inner thigh, gripping the base of my penis with quite a bit of strength trying to get a whiff of that musky mixture she just made. Slightly tilting her head, she said, “you are welcome” with her happy eyes that could see the satisfaction on my face. She squeezed every last drop of cum from my shaft.

As soon as she saw a drop ooze out on the tip, she gave a really sly smile and gently caressed it with the tip of her tongue, tasting every last drop she could get. I slowly opened up my eyes to realize it was all real.

I am sorry. Let me introduce myself here. I am Abhimanyu, my pen name. A heavy sleeper, I am a 24-year-old, 5’9″ tall, dusky in complexion and a proud owner of a textile mill here in Ahmadabad which I have inherited from my father working in this field for the past 40 years.

All of this started about 2 years ago. I had just come home from college when I called out my mom for my lunch. Our maid Komal came instead with a plate full and served me. That’s when I first saw her, about 25 years old herself with an oblong face, clear skin and big round brown eyes, sweet little charming smile.

“Aunty will be here in 15 minutes”, she said. Her sharp jawline and her teeth added more glamour to her facial features.

I could clearly make out how confidently she carried her kind of fair complexion as her 34c-30-38 figure complimented her 5’7″ height. I was smitten by her simplicity and knowing that she would stay with us excited me further.

“Bhaiya, have it while it’s still warm”, she pointed to the food as I was lost in admiration of her cleavage. Her redolence spiked my pheromones and intrigued me to rip her salwar off and dig my nose in her butt. Instead, with a formal smile of approval, I started having my food. “Done with your lunch?”, I enquired.

“Nahi abhi toh bohot kaam baaki hai”. I insisted her to eat first, with me. Hungry, she hurried into the kitchen, got her plate and sat on the sofa runner. I didn’t want a too friendly first impression so I didn’t ask her to sit on the dining.

Just let it be”, I thought to myself. As soon as I completed my lunch, I rushed to my room for my quick afternoon nap. I was fucking horny after seeing Komal.

“How would she be in the bed, dominant or submissive?” I pondered and started shagging myself.

“How would her sweet melodious voice moaning my name would sound as I pound her hard and rough?” “Would she be shy or wild?” A flurry of thoughts filled my mind as I imagined fucking her all day long.

“I think I should try!” “But what if I fail and she disrespects me in front of my family?” or worse “What if she started blackmailing me?” “What if she rejects me?”, rejection being a big insecure ‘area’ for me.

Suddenly, my thoughts took a vivid turn and I realized I had cum. My spurts were really thick and this was the shortest I could last. I wanted an answer to all those questions but then I let them all go after the rush of blood subsided considerably and I dozed off.

It was the holiday season. The burning sun of Ahmadabad had taken temperatures beyond a record 50°c. I had become lazier, a customary afternoon nap and then joining my friends for a smoke post dinner. I used to laze around all day. My girlfriend, 2 years elder to me, was an all anti-smoking anti-drinking tard.

I fooled her whenever I smoked because she gave me what all hormonal monsters my age want, sex, and a lot of it. She was the one with higher sexual libido and I had to control my ejaculation too long just to see that satisfied look on her face post the session when she slept in the dim yellow lighting glimmering her face.

I used to sneak her into my room, sometimes I snuck in her room. We used to go out for late night drives and indulge in some oral activities and it was all good until she decided to leave India for her masters. I was heartbroken.

Deciding against all these bullshit habits, I was motivated to do something on my own to prove everyone wrong about me being a brat.

Time flew by and I had completed my graduation. And as always, I had the pressure of joining my family business immediately, as is the normal tradition in a marwadi family.

One night I was unable to sleep, I went to the terrace of my bungalow to see moonlight gazing down the clouds of smoke. I exhaled them, reminiscing my past ‘adventures’ with my ex when I saw Komal sitting in the gazebo alone.

She was lost in her thoughts, hand on chin and one on her thigh when I barged in “You too?” I asked humbly, unaware what was going on beneath those dark harem pants she was wearing. “Ah!” she shrieked “You scared me”. I could sense something odd from her body language. It was a bit different.

“Yeah, just like last night, and the ones before” she added, as she slowly removed her hand from the insides of her thigh hoping I didn’t notice.

She grabbed her dupatta an arm-length away trying to cover her bosom under her white t-shirt which clearly showed her small dark brown nipples protruding through the thin worn out fabric, again hoping that I might not have noticed.

It was evident, as was the strong aroma of her juices emanating from her as I sat next to her chair. I was tempted to grab her by her waist, look deeply in her eyes, hold her smooth face in my rough palms look down at her lips when they are just an inch away from mine and kiss them. But then again, it was all a temptation.

“What’s keeping you up?” she interrogated as she spoke through her faint smile which suggested that my face was a reflection of my emotions, and she had read them.

“I don’t know, just one of those nights, I guess.”

“Yeah, probably you are feeling lonely. I guess that’s what happens once you spend a few nights with your girlfriend. And don’t be shocked, I sleep across the hall. What did you think I didn’t notice you bringing Anisha in? I couldn’t help but hear all the panting, banging, moaning and thumping! And to be honest, some.. never mind” she said, all in a jiffy and realizing where she was getting as she spoke.

I was relieved, certain that my secret was safe and that there was scope, at least to try, but then again my insecurity crept in.

Reeling in from my thoughts, “I knew it was not untraceable but I didn’t realize it was this evident” my mouth uttered involuntarily.

“Ah, don’t worry. I know how these things are. I have been through this and a part of me misses it too but..”

“But what?”

“It’s a pretty long story.”

“I can pull an all-nighter if you can keep me up.” I wanted to cross the line, just.

This girl was attracting me more towards herself. She was friendly, she was open-minded, she was interesting.

She smiled as she started. “I had a someone when I was 19, it was fun and games until I stopped having sex with him. He was 30, a father and was widowed. I worked for his neighbour” her lips turning upside down as she spoke.

And as she continued, I realized how that guy used her and why she was always so reserved. She was scared that it might happen again, that she won’t be able to stand up if it were to happen again.

“So that means you were missing him too?”

“How?” she asked, puzzled.

“Because here you are, all alone, touching yourself under the twinkling starlight with a touch of breeze. What could it suggest?! I can even smell it.”

“I uh, I”, frightened, she started stammering.

“Not so easy when it hits you, right? Don’t worry I understand just how you do. I can help by the way”, I winked.

I wanted to her to loosen up and again cross the line but pretending it to be a friendly banter, as she cracked relievingly.

“Can I try that?” pointing towards the cigarette.

“Sure, why not! But have you tried ‘this’ before?”

“No, not really.”

As I handed over the cigarette, she started struggling to even hold onto it.

“Here, let me help.”

I brought it closer to her lips, our bodies just about 2 feet away. I could feel the heat from her body limbering down. As she smelled the tar on the butt of the cigarette, she turned her face away.

“Just one drag”, I asserted as I pulled her a bit closer holding her by her waist.

She stared deep in my eyes, a little bit angry, feeling my hand but then took one puff and started coughing.

“Again”, I asserted, my hand still on her waist and she inhaled it this time.

Quickly realizing the position of my hand, I pulled it away, apologizing and leaving her wondering about my touch as I headed towards my room.

This little incident and the conversation between us was like the curtain raiser of our relationship.

I woke up late next morning, credit to all the drama that happened previous night when I heard the maid Komal already mopping the floor.

“And I thought you said you could pull an all-nighter” she made eye contact with me and then quickly glanced my morning wood as soon as I sat on my bed.

“Anisha kept me up all night, I guess you weren’t able to.”

“Right.”

I could sense her anger infused jealousy as I got up to brush my teeth.

As I got up, she froze, still on the floor squatting, exposing almost all of her tightly clad tits and her cleavage, staring straight down my boner.

She bit the corner of her lower lip as she saw my dick in full length for the first time. I was waiting for her to gain her senses as I raised my eyebrows with a little sly smile as to asking “what?”

She saw me standing still, looked up in my eyes, again glanced my dick and left the room as she completed her mopping.

I wanted her to make the approach to be a cent percent sure of having her in my bag.

That day went on to be a bit dull but little did I know what surprise the next morning had for me.

Hope you were entertained. Furthermore in the next part.

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Ishwar Lal had left his wife, Urmila in charge of everything. Not that he didn’t trust Punjun, but how is a boy supposed to have everything he’d need without wasting a lot of time?

After all, this was a crucial year in their lives. Punjun had just turned 18 and decided to take a gap year to prepare for competitions. He had done well enough in school, even made the merit list in his district, but found himself well below the required level of college entrance exams.

Despite the urge to blame Punjun, Ishwar Lal had scolded him only once, to which Punjun fired back a flurry of accusations claiming that Ishwar never gave him a fair chance.

A lot of students take a gap year after school to prepare specifically for entrance exams, no shame in that. If they wanted him to be ready for college, he should have been in coaching classes.

It wasn’t that Ishwar Lal was a miser, on the contrary, he spared no expense with regards to his family. The problem was that he didn’t trust Punjun to study without him or his wife hanging over his head.

Punjun didn’t sit still for long until threatened with broken teeth and future prospects of working as a sweeper. He was attentive in class, but not for the reasons good students are. He decided to rent a separate portion of a house for him and send Urmila to take care of him.

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Punjun walked up the stairs and snuck into the bedroom to find the landlady sitting with his mom. Their lips were mashed together until Punjun walked in and they separated and sniggered, adjusting their clothes.

The landlady’s husband came home in the evening when Punjun came home from classes in the noon, she used to come up and have sex. Punjun’s mom Urmila would cook lunch while Punjun fucked the landlady.

Urmila would insist upon and make sure that Punjun wore a condom because she didn’t trust the landlord to not be diseased. In spite of it, she caught Punjun fucking the landlady bareback quite often and had slowly reduced insisting upon condoms. She also worried about getting pregnant, more for the landlady than herself.

Urmila was on the wrong side of forty and had quite a trouble having Punjun in the first place. She was not completely sure if he is actually Ishwar Lal’s son as she was fucking someone else as well at the time she got pregnant.

The landlady would often joke with her of behaving like a mother-in-law and despite having two children, often expressed wish to have Punjun’s child. The landlady made sure to have occasional sex with the landlord to avoid any difficult questions.

Urmila had initially offered to have sex with Punjun as a reward scheme to improve his test marks. It worked for a while but Punjun’s demands grew very much. He couldn’t wait for a month to do well in the test and get sex as a reward.

He had eyes for the landlady from the beginning. She was a woman in her mid-30s with two children in school and a very clear, soft skin. Her boobs weren’t as huge as Urmila’s but they were much firmer and had beautiful pointed nipples.

She also made great excuses to her family to come to the first floor quite often. She pretended to be a sister to Urmila to get closer to Punjun’s dick which she knew was often in his mother.

She had found out within a week, in fact, it was her house after all. She had gone up to ask for something trivial from the kitchen but could not find Urmila. She spotted Punjun walking naked and hid behind a fridge to see him take some oil to the bathroom.

The landlady peered and was able to see Punjun entering the bathroom while the unmistakable bangles of Urmila appeared to clank inside the bathroom.

The landlady stood outside the bathroom and pressed her ears and could hear Punjun groaning while bangles clanked and moved in a fixed rhythm. The landlady stood outside and fingered herself until the bathroom door opened and Punjun and Urmila stood naked and stunned.

They looked scared and tried to close the bathroom door but the landlady held it open and entered the bathroom, closing it behind her. She noticed Punjun’s hard cock was covered in oil as were Urmila’s nipples. Urmila couldn’t speak, she just held an arm across her boobs holding a mug of water at the end.

The landlady faced her and opened Urmila’s arm, taking the mug of water. She poured the mug over her pallu on the blouse, making it wet and transparent. She grabbed Punjun’s cock and pulled him close giving a good view of her cleavage.

The landlady whispered in Punjun’s ear, “Ask your mom if it’s okay for me to be here.”

Punjun looked at Urmila whose hand darted around her clit. He pinched the landlady’s poking nipple and rubbed his cock on her navel, “Mom, aunty wants to bath with us. Is it okay with you?”

Urmila looked at them and smiled. Instead of answering, she turned on the shower, drenching the landlady, who let go of her pallu and began helping Punjun open her blouse. Urmila got proud and jealous at the same time as Punjun stripped the landlady’s saree in record time and kept humping her navel until she was naked.

That was the first time Punjun fucked the landlady. Her bathroom downstairs had a tub and they fucked quite a lot there. Punjun’s grade improved a lot after he began having threesomes with the landlady and his mom.

Urmila was reluctant from the beginning but now she began seeing the advantage of fucking Punjun, it kept him from chasing after teen girls with horrible mood swings and more acne than sense.

Punjun didn’t do too well in senior board exams as he was chatting with girls in his class all day and trying to get laid. She decided that Punjun performed his best when he didn’t worry about these things and got adequate sex. She stopped with the reward schemes and begun having sex with Punjun at least twice a day.

Punjun liked the landlady, but it was her daughter in the 11th class that he was very attracted to. He mentioned this to the landlady and his mom during a threesome and they promised to check if she’d fuck him.

Urmila took some to get adjusted being fucked thrice a day. In the mornings, she would suck Punjun off to wake him, they would have a quickie after lunch and fucked once more at least in the night. Within a month, her fuck count had doubled for the past decade.

Urmila had big boobs, but now they seemed to be getting bigger and she stopped wearing bras under her blouse at Punjun’s request. She also learned how to get titfucked, it could be done while Punjun studied and he claimed that it actually helped him to concentrate.

She stopped calling Ishwar and took her sweet time answering whenever he called. She usually answered while Punjun’s cock was buried in her pussy and pretended to moan for Ishwar Lal.

The landlady planned to get caught being fucked by her daughter, her theory being she would get turned on and join her mother. Urmila was very doubtful, she thought this would be the last straw that would get them kicked out of the house. She didn’t like when the landlady moaned Punjun’s name during sex and often climaxed crying his name.

Urmila knew well that the plan would be to ensure the daughter alone in her room while landlady will fuck Punjun in the kitchen. Urmila could deal with that but dreaded if Ishwar Lal found out about this, she would definitely be skinned and used to make cock holsters.

Urmila contacted an astrologer who claimed to specialize in love-related matters. She introduced herself with a wrong name and gave Punjun’s kundli stating that he was a family friend. The astrologer informed her that he couldn’t see any marriage plans germinating in the near future.

“I am not worried about the marriage”, Urmila said, “though this kundli is only eighteen years old, he is already seeing multiple women and I believe he is going to pursue more.”

The astrologer pushed up his glasses and examined the edges of the chart. He glanced up and checked out Urmila’s assets which failed to get concealed by her blouse and pallu.

“This boy is in a very auspicious period”, the astrologer said, “I can see he is already loving two, maybe three women. Rahu is moving into Jupiter which is great for the semen growth and Venus is courting Mercury into submission.”

He stopped and picked up a book and cross-examined charts. Scratching his stubbly chin, the astrologer began muttering obscenities under his breath.

“Is there a problem?” Urmila asked.

“Not exactly.” the astrologer said, “This combination of planets is very odd and rare. They are all moving towards favourable positions for the whole year.”

“That’s good, right?” Urmila peered over and tried to glimpse what the astrologer referred to.

“It’s good for the boy, but maybe you will not like it.”

“Whatever is good for him works for me too. I care about his happiness”, Urmila said.

“That could be the problem”, the astrologer replied, “For this whole year and up to next year’s spring, this boy will not be refused by any women in the question of love. I know it sounds impossible, but this is once in a billion combination.”

“What does that mean?” Urmila asked.

“It means that if this boy wanted to, he could love his mother and she would willingly comply.”

“Wow” Urmila gasped, covering her face, she considered if the astrologer had put 2 and 2 together. Apart from this outrageous theory, he was very courteous and regarded her in a sanctimonious way.

“What about other women? Surely that can’t be easy”, Urmila asked.

“Believe me, ma’am, I am not saying it just for the sake of it. If the mother is penetrated, his stars would shine so bright that he could stand on a street corner naked, and women would queue up to suck his dick.”

“How many women do you see in his future?” Urmila began getting concerned, “Are there no academic achievements in his future.”

The astrologer checked again and muttered under his breath, flipping dusty books at speed and finally set them down again, “There could be some achievement of that sort. But it is very minor compared to the loving conquest. If it happens, it would most likely be a footnote in a heap of titties.”

Urmila thanked him and paid the fee and went back home. On the way, she tried to call Punjun but he didn’t pick up. Probably busy with the landlady. She put the phone back in her tiny purse and inserted it into the blouse. She noticed that the left nipple was warm and wet and seemed to be leaking milk.

The auto driver kept glancing in the rearview mirror and Urmila didn’t adjust her pallu nor paid him any attention. When she reached home, she got out to pay the fare. The driver kept ogling at her boobs and didn’t respond when she held out the money.

“What are you looking at?” She thrust the money in his palm.

“There is something sticky on your blouse ma’am.” The driver took out the change and averted his gaze to check the other boob. Urmila held out her hand and he pressed the change in her palm while rubbing his fingers across her smooth wrist.

“I know.” Urmila pulled the purse out of her blouse and stuffed the change inside. She put it back and said, “It’s milk” before leaving the driver agape. She saw the landlord’s son running around the street with his friends chasing a ball.

Urmila hurried inside to find almost no lights on the ground floor. She held her saree and climbed the stairs quickly, eager to tell Punjun about her discovery. She walked into the bedroom and saw his clothes strewn apart between an unwrapped yellow saree and black blouse.

Urmila walked to the bathroom door, dreading it to be locked with Punjun and landlady inside.

Urmila saw the door was unlatched but she heard thumping and moaning sounds emanating from the bathroom. She adjusted her pallu to reveal all cleavage and then opened the door.

Punjun was fucking the landlady’s daughter hard in the shower while the landlady held her from behind. Blood streamed down the girl’s leg as she moaned and sobbed in the water pouring on her face.

She got alarmed on seeing Urmila and tried to hop off Punjun’s dick but the landlady smiled and gestured her to continue. Urmila watched for a while, the water bounced off their body and fell on her saree, creating wet patches all over similar to the one on her nipples and pussy.

She resigned herself and walked out of the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She didn’t want to feel jealous but she did.

She called up Ishwar Lal who sounded more drunk than usual and didn’t reply back except grunting and snoring. Urmila gave up and bid him good night and laid back on the bed, plugging fingers into her ears to drown out the increasing moaning of the girl Punjun was fucking.

He had fucked so much that he didn’t come like other teenagers within seconds. Urmila had a small nap and when she woke, she could still hear the obscene moans of the landlady’s daughter.

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Ennai ooka aarambithaar appozhuthu naan avarin kaiyai pidithu oru mulaiyil vaithen enathu mulaiyai thadavikonde kuuthiyil kuthinaar.

Enathu ennam muzhuvathum avarai vasiya paduthavendrum endre irunthathu avar ennai sirithu neram intha nilaiyil oothuvitu doggy nilaiyil kuuthiyil ooka aarambithaar.

Enathu pundaiyil sugam athigarithathu doggy nilaiyil oopathaal enathu maama ennai vegamaaga kuuthiyil ooka aarambithaar appozhuthu ennal sugam thaangamudiyaamal pundaiyil irunthu kanju vadinthathu avaruku ippozhuthu irukam kuraithu sunni pundaiyil aazhamaaga irangiyathu mama innum vegathai athigarithu vegamaaga ooka aarambithaar.

Sunni adi pundai varai sendrathu naan haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa hmmmmmmmm haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa endru kathi munara aarambithen.

Mama vegamaaga kuuthiyil kuthum pozhuthu avarin thudai enathu sexyana suuthil padum pozhuthu tap tap endru satham vanthathu. Pinbu enathu suuthai pidithukondu kaatu thanamaai oothaar naan enathu vaaiyil kaiyai vaithu pothikonden.

Mama ennai appadi ookum pozhuthu avaruku sugam thaangaamal sunniyil kanju varum samayathil sunniyai veliyil eduthaar naan udane enathu vaayai sunniyil vaithen appozhuthu sunni paal suudaga vaayil irangiyathu.

Naan athai muzhuvathum nakki kudithen pinbu avar bedil paduthaar naan sunniyai vidamal enathu vaayil vaithu sappikonde irunthen avar poothum endru sollum varai.

Pinbu ennai sunniyai sappiyathu pothum endru solli ennai katti pidithukondu udhatil mutham koduthaar.

Pinbu ennai thirumanamum seithukolvathaaga sonar naan ninaithathai saathithuvitten. Enathu kathai ungaluku pidithu irukum endru nambugiren pinbu ungalumum mama irunthaargal endral udane sendru avarin sunniyai umbi matter seithu vidungal, nadir vanakam,

Hi everyone I am Raj from Delhi. I am 22 years old. I am a big fan of this site. I am in the final year of my engineering. Today I am going to narrate a real incident which happened in my life a few months ago. I always had feelings for older women between the age of 35-45.

I used to connect with older woman easily as compared to younger girls. In my college, there was a professor named Shalini. Her age was around 42-43. She was pretty hot and had a nice chubby body and big breasts. She was a fair looking woman. She used to wear mostly saree in college.

I often used to fantasize about her but never had the luck of interacting with her. One day in the final year of our college she came to our class as our new IT teacher. I took this opportunity and started interacting with her. Luckily she used to stay near my house.

So she used to pick me up from my home for college. One day she asked me to come to her house as she needed my help in some work. I happily agreed and went there. She opened the door for me I was shocked to see her in blue satin nighty. She was looking hot. She welcomed me with a smile and asked me to sit.

I was trying to notice who all are there in her family. Suddenly then a young boy 12 or 13 year age came along with a guy aged 45-46. She introduced me to them as her husband and son. Her husband was quite fat. He greeted me and left for office. Shalini mam came and sat beside me.

We started working on some project. But my focus was on her cleavage which was visible whenever she used to bend. I wanted to fuck her but didn’t know how to proceed. Then suddenly she said to me that she will go take a bath. Till then I should complete the work.

As she went inside her room she pushed her door. But to my luck, it wasn’t locked properly. I went near it and started spying. I saw her removing her nighty. But the only problem was her back was on my side. She was wearing a black bra and panty. I was really getting hard on. She removed her bra.

I could see her big melons drop. But to my bad luck, she was not facing me to see them clearly. Then she went inside the shower and I too came back and sat on the sofa. That day after work I went home and was thinking about her only. I decided to flirt with her on WhatsApp and take a step ahead.

I could not hold my feeling anymore. I wanted to fuck her. Then I started flirting with her on WhatsApp. I was shocked to see that she too was flirt back with me. One day while going to college with her in her car I complimented her saying, “Shalini mam you are very pretty.”

She smiled and said, “Thanks, Raj.” I took courage and kept my hands on her thighs. She didn’t say anything. I was very excited but suddenly she pushed my hands back. I was worried. We reached college and I stayed back for extra class with her.

She said, “Raj I will return in a minute,” and she went to girls washroom. The whole college had gone and no one was there on the floor. I took courage and entered girls washroom. I was shocked to see her in her undergarments. As she bent to pick something up I grabbed her from behind.

In a shock, she pushed me and said, “What are you doing here Raj?” I came close to her and grabbed her breasts with both my hands. I said, “Shalini mam I have a feeling for you. Please let me make love to you.” She said, “But Raj you are my student and I am 18 years older to you.”

While she was speaking to me I was slowly caressing her pussy over her panty. I said, “Shalini mam you are hot and even I can see you don’t have a feeling for your husband.” She was moaning and said, “Raj but it’s not right.” I pulled down her panty.

I said, “Shalini mam please, just once,” and bent down to lick her hairy pussy. She had started enjoying. She was caressing my hairs as I was licking her pussy deep. My tongue was inside her completely. I could feel her wet pussy. For the next 10 minutes, I was giving her complete pleasure of licking.

Suddenly we both heard the voice of someone coming towards the washroom. We both rushed inside the toilet and locked it from inside so that nobody catches us. She said let others go but I was not in the mood to listen. I pulled her near me and started kissing her on lips.

I unhooked her bra her breasts were big and nipples were hard. I started biting her nipples and she was getting wild too now. Within no time she too started pinching and biting on my nipples. She had hugged me tightly. I pulled her down and asked her to suck my dick.

She inserted my dick inside her mouth and started to suck it. I was over the moon and could not believe I was getting it from a milf. Then I put her in the doggy position. As I was about to push my dick inside her she asked me to wait. She took out her purse and took a pack of condom from inside.

I was shocked to see her carrying a condom. But I was not in a mood to ask her. I quickly put the condom on and with a slight push inserted my penis inside her vagina and started to make strokes. She was moaning. She had put her hand on her mouth so that no one hears her moans.

After a few strokes, I turned her towards my side and inserted my dick again in her pussy. This time I started fucking her fast. She was hugging me tightly which made me more hard and horny. I was making a strong push and because of which I could see tears of happiness in her eyes. I was not cumming soon.

Then she bent down again to suck my dick. She wildly started sucking my cock. Within a few strokes, I could not control myself and I cummed. We both then hugged each other dressed up and carefully left the washroom. From that very day, I started making out with her at least thrice a week. She even taught me anal sex.

Older woman can contact for fun at rajraka09@gmail. com.

This is the 5th installment of the saga. Firstly, I want to thank everyone for their support and response and would appreciate more reactions and suggestions at [email protected]. If you haven’t read the earlier parts please read it.

I am going to start another saga something Indian historic/fantasy which I will write simultaneously. You guys can choose an era and suggest.

All this while I was happy to see the smile on her face and to see her this lively. Maa had changed into a blue sleeveless saree when we got back from the lake. We were in a small cafe having some milkshake. I asked her if she was enjoying herself. This was the first time I had seen her happy in years.

She admitted being with me was a reason for all this and it made me really feel good about myself. We had some refreshments and decided to find a cab to go back to our hotel. The hotel was a bit far from that particular area, and we could not find a cab at all. We were standing by the side of the road looking for a lift.

I tried for some time but no one was willing to stop and offer us a lift. Maa was sitting on a bench nearby visibly tired. It was very hot in the afternoon, and we were both tired. I looked at her and her navel was covered and her boobs were covered as well. I knew how to get a lift.

“Hey maa none of the cars are stopping for me,” I said calmly.
“Hmm beta we need to do something.”
I went near her and told her that there was only one way we will get a lift.
“How beta?” she asked.

“Maa they won’t stop for a guy, but they will for a pretty woman.”
“So what should I do?” she asked.
“Maa, don’t take it the wrong way but you will have to adjust your saree in a…well, provocative manner,” I said not believing my own guts.

She had a shocked expression on her face, and I was fearing for my life. After some thought to my surprise, she tugged down her saree and exposed her belly and navel. She also adjusted her blouse and pallu such that a lot of her beautiful cleavage could be seen.

I was left speechless at this behavior. I felt like taking a picture but controlled myself. She walked towards the road and put her hand up asking for a lift. To no one’s surprise, a big cargo truck stopped in front of us. It had only a driver in it.

A tall Punjabi guy took his neck out of the window and told us to hop in. He must have been in his 40s and looked like a bull. “Thank you bhayya, we were really struck over here,” mom said while we climbed into the truck in the front. “No problem madam we are here to help tourists,” he said with a wide grin.

We started our journey back to the hotel when I noticed he was checking out maa throughout. He asked about ourselves and our work told us about his life too. He was used to being on the road for weeks and away from his family. His name was Baljeet.

I noticed that mom hadn’t readjusted her saree now that we were in the truck already. He was paying no attention to me and just staring at her tits. We asked him later what payment does he want for leaving us home. But he declined to take any money.

“Tell us Baljeet ji it is not fair for us to ride free, anything you want,” she said to him.
“No money bhabhi but I have a simple request,” he said sheepishly.

I was alerted at this point. But then he further went on to add that there was a checkpoint Naka further on the road. He wanted to show off to his friends that he had a beautiful woman with him. But maa had to really pretend to be with him. I could see maa thinking and I thought about it too.

All she had to do was during the drive through sit next to him and pretend to be his girlfriend. She looked at me, and we agreed to this seemingly small favor. The checkpoint arrived after some time, and he told me to lay down and hide behind the seat. Although I had a good view of them from there.

Suddenly maa got up and sat on the driver’s seat next to Baljeet and held him for support. There were other drivers and trucks near the checkpoint who saw them and started jeering things like ‘kaha se laaya’ and ‘mast hai’ to them. Baljeet was now holding mom by the kamar.

Mom was intentionally holding her cleavage next to his face. She was unaware I could see this. Suddenly Baljeet pressed her breast, gave it a squeeze and pinched her nipple for all to see. I could hear loud cheers from around as the truck was still in motion. Mom was furious but decided to control herself.

I could not figure out why I didn’t say anything as I was supposed to hide underneath. She was still on his lap and I could see his hands moving all over his body. She slapped his hand off and went back to her seat when we passed the check-point.

I got up from my hiding position and pretended I didn’t see anything. “Thankyou bhabhi ji,” he said while laughing when he dropped us back at the hotel.

We came back to our room around 9 and were informed that Mr. Singh will be seeing us after some time for dinner. We still had to collect our payment from him. So we rested for a while. I told maa to get ready for the meeting. She decided to wear the same saree she wore in the morning.

She also exposed some cleavage and left the belly area open. She knew how to seduce men. After some time we went out to the hotels in house restaurant. We met Mr. Singh and Javed in the restaurant. They were equally stunned to see her. We ordered food and started talking about the business and future plans.

“Bhabhiji we can have a good partnership here if we continue,” Mr. Singh said to her.
“Yes ji, of course, we had a lot of fun on this journey too, just very tired today,” she responded.
“Maybe we should order some wine,” he said and called the waiter.

Maa had never drunk before but the situation was such we had to. We had a couple of glasses and talked a lot after that. Javed was continuously flirting with her. Both of them seemed to become quite horny because of alcohol. “We should go to the pool, it will help us relax,” Javed suggested.

Our rooms had a private swimming pool attached to them. It was beautiful especially at night with the blue LED lights. After a bit of hesitation, they convinced maa to join them in the pool. There was nothing I could say about it. We headed towards the pool.

“Bhabhi, don’t be shy enter the pool,” Javed said. He took off his t-shirt and entered the pool while Mr. Singh followed. I entered the pool with bottles of beer. Mom sat by the edge of the pool just dipping her feet in the water. It was a small pool but it felt great and relaxed.

I asked her to step in the water, but she was a bit hesitant. I pulled her in and both the guys started to help me to pull her in. Finally, we got her into the pool. Her saree was all wet, and she looked so hot all wet in water. The men were staring at her body for a minute.

She got comfortable in the water after a while and got back to talking. Her saree was sticking to her skin all wet. Her belly was completely exposed. Her tits were protruding through the blouse and her bra was visible through the water too. Javed and Mr. Singh were looking at that excitedly.

Javed had one hand on his own pants rubbing his dick. After a while, we started swimming and Javed started splashing water on maa along with Singh. They were having fun. I noticed they were intentionally splashing water on her breasts. She did not notice that maybe but I did.

My dick was hard after that. After a while, they got back to talking and were leaning against a wall and chatting. I was standing opposite her and Javed and Singh were next to her. The water level was up to our chests and her blouse was so exposed that we could see a huge valley of her boobs just except her nipples.

I decided to swim around and when I went underwater it shocked me. Both of them had her arms around her belly. Javed was playing with her navel. My heartbeat fastened up and I realized what was happening. Maa seemed to have a straight face during this.

I pretended to keep swimming and noticed both of them were now fingering inside her navel and pinching her belly. One hand was on her ass and I could not see from my position. Maa had a lusty expression and it was obvious she was enjoying it.

The wine was acting up for her. After a while when I saw under-water I was left stunned. Javed had pulled his pants down a bit and taken his cock out. It was at least 10 inches big and maa was left staring at it. I had something inside me just click and called her, “Maa let’s go back to the room.”

They all snapped out from heaven. I noticed Javed adjusted his pants. We got out of the pool and bid goodbye to Mr. Singh. “We will have a long business relationship, Jyotsna Devi,” he said and gave her a hug.

After that, we went back to our respective rooms as we had an early morning flight. I knew maa was still horny when we went to bed and lay down to sleep. I woke up about an hour later to see mom was not next to me and the bathroom light was on.

To be continued.

And remember to email me your opinions and suggestions on the story and the new saga.

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Part 5 Continued…

My mind started thinking over about how to make it work. As I start thinking slowly, I got a concrete plan to make it. I decided that I will practice these scenes with Kishore. But it will appear so cheap if I go and propose to him that we can act/rehearse together. There is a chance he may think badly about me.

I want to create a compelling reason in his mind so that he acts with me without suspecting me. I quickly planned it in crystal clear detail to exploit the situation. I revised my plans and found that I’m confident in reaching it. Also thought of how to handle Vivek regarding this.

I decided plans so that this will not create any issue with Vivek as well. Now with a proper plan in mind, I gently closed the script book. As the first step to execute this plan, I decided to talk to Vivek first about this. Kishore looked at me, “Anni, I’m totally depressed regarding what happened. Why it happened to me?”

I started my performance and said, “Kishore, very sorry to see it happen like this for you. The reason is that you are a very real gem of a person, 100% pure, 24-carat gold. You are an excellent and nice guy.” Kishore shocked with a contrasting statement that he failed because of his good qualities.

He got puzzled by my statement. Kishore said, “Anni, I don’t understand you.” I replied “Yes Kishore, you are a very good gentleman. You highly respect women and ladies. You clearly maintain a good physical distance from ladies. Moreover, you are not a kind of person flirting with girls in the community or in college, and you are sincere in studies and you do not have any girlfriends.”

“When you are so 100% pure with the qualities towards women. When the director put you into a scene to act with a girl in romance, how you will be able to handle it? It is natural that you were unable to perform well and struggled to give your best. I can understand you 100%.”

Kishore was a bit stunned with my response and weakly asked, “Anni, so do you mean my gentleness and decency with girls is a bad habit?” I quickly intervened, “No Kishore, not at all. No doubt that your qualities are good for a very normal life and person.”

“But you need to be bit extrovert and jovial and social person to bring up your best chemistry in acting with a female artist. You lack that quality. I know this for a long time. But I thought it would be a bit awkward to talk about this to you. You may get personally offended, so I don’t talk about this topic.”

Kishore got interested in the conversation. He started feeling that I am correctly analyzing his physiological traits. I continued “Kishore, please tell openly the feedback provided by the director to you. Did he mentioned the mistakes you made?”

Kishore became shy and said “Anni, Director said that I am too nervous while hugging or kissing heroine. He commented that my move with heroine doesn’t appear to be bold and romantic. He felt like that I am acting in fear. He commented further that my hug and kiss to heroine don’t appear like a lover kissing, hugging a girl. It appears as hugging a close family member and not a lover.”

I laughed, “Kishore, the director has exactly assessed your quality. I agree with him 100%. Kishore, can I be open in providing my feedback and suggestions to you? I hope you will not get offended. I never spoke to you about this in the past as there was no need. Today it becomes a necessity. So if you are open minded, I can talk about it”

I gave good build-up so that I can talk to him a bit casually to motivate him further and bring him to my track. As he is in a desperate situation to get moral support, he politely replied, “Anni, I feel so far your assessment on me is good. I agree with it. I will openly listen to your comments and feedback. I won’t take it bad. So please don’t hesitate and tell me.”

I said, “Thanks, Kishore, for your trust in me. I already said that you are physically not close to a female. But you need to understand the fact that every relationship between opposite sex has an acceptable, approved limit of physical intimacy. For example mom and son, father and daughter, sister and brother, boy and sister in law (bhabhi).”

“This intimacy will be in terms of hugging, kissing on cheeks, sitting together, etc. There is nothing wrong with exercising this physical closeness. Do you remember what your director commented? He said that your intimacy with that girl appeared like a hugging a family member.”

Kishore weakly said, “Yes, he told that.” I grabbed that opportunity and said “See Kishore, so it is a universal fact that certain family members outside lover/wife can kiss, hug. However, as a BIL, you never exercised the right of hugging or kissing your lovely SIL.”

“When you are not in a state of expressing your love to your own SIL, how you will be able to show it some strange new girl. As your SIL, I wished many times that you could be a bit closer to me. But I also thought that it should come naturally and I cannot insist that with you.”

“So I left talking around those topics. I never insisted on it. However, I am worried that this quality of yours is affecting your dream career. Please don’t take it wrong for pointing this. I want to give you my honest feedback, so I am saying all this to you. Kishore, I hope you will take it in the right sense.”

Kishore got stunned with my long explanation “Anni, I completely agree with your assessment. Please don’t ever mistake me thinking that I purposefully ignored you or purposefully kept myself distant from you. I have a lot of love and respect for you. Please don’t take it that I ignored you.”

I interrupted “Hey Kishore, please. I am not telling all this to embarrass you. I am just sharing my observation. Pointing that you are introverted and shy with girls is the root cause of why you failed the audition”

Kishore said, “Ok Anni, I agree with you. I accept that is my nature. Now with just three weeks left for the audition, what can we do? Do you think I can make it this time in the audition?”

I confidently replied, “Kishore, I just told your cons. But you have a lot of positive things with you da. You got a really handsome look to be a hero. You got the well-toned body and you maintain it well. You look attractive and you have a great screen presence.”

“If you just focus on your weak areas for the next 3 weeks, then I promise that you will surely succeed in audition 100%. I am confident that you will recover from your weak areas and improve tremendously.” Kishore is happy with my encouraging and confident boosting feedback.

He quickly thanked me for the positive words. I continued slowly laying a trap for him I said “Kishore, one very good thing happened is that the director has given you the entire script for you to go through and prepare. This is like giving question paper for the student before the exam.”

“Now with the script, you clearly know on which area you will be tested during the audition. You now have access to the complete syllabus. If you practice and prepare the entire syllabus before the exam (audition), you will surely win.”

Without giving a gap for him to think, I continued. “So the only way to succeed is that you need to prepare/rehearse the scenes by acting prior to audition to get perfection. As you failed in the romantic scenes, I think you need to focus on those scenes to practice better.”

“I believe it will be a good idea to call the heroine girl who paired with you during the audition. We will request her to come to our home to practice for the next 3 weeks. I can cater for food and take care of her. You and she can rehearse the scenes in the comfort of our home. Does this sound like a good idea?”

I stopped here giving a gap to listen to him. I thought inside me, “Hey, am I fool to arrange that girl to practice rehearsal? You have to do the rehearsal only with me. If I directly propose that idea, you will get a panic heart attack. I know how to bring you to do the rehearsal with me.”

Kishore face turned excited and said “Yes Anni, this sounds like a good idea. I think it will work out. I was very nervous to act in front of 100’s of people, I think I can do better at home. That will help when I go to a real audition next time.”

I thought to myself, “No da, that is not going to happen. I want to enjoy with you first. My body should be the first one for your hands to touch. My hands should be the first hands to touch your body. I cannot allow anyone else. If still this is required, I can arrange for this once after I am satisfied romancing with you.”

I agreed with him and said, “Yes Kishore, please call that girl. I saw the phone number of all casting members in the script. Call her and invite her to our home to practice acting.”

His face turned panic and he said, “Anni, oh please, how can I call her. She may take it wrong. Please Anni, you better call her. She may feel better a girl especially SIL calling her to our home instead of me calling. She will come without fear as you are inviting.”

I knew exactly this will happen. He is not that courageous to talk to the girl. So I acted that as if I am frustrated and said, “Ohh Kishore, I gave a long lecture all this time and you never corrected yourself. What is this?”

He responded “Anni, I completely got your point. But it is risky to test waters now. We are in a bad situation that we need her for rehearsal. I don’t want to screw the opportunity by not inviting her properly. I know you can talk well to her. Please help this time.”

I took my phone and dialed her number seeing from the script book. I dialed in front of him and just walked a bit away from him so that he doesn’t catch me acting. I disconnected the call discreetly before it rings. Yes, I already planned the script that I will pretend calling her without actually calling the heroine.

Ok readers this is Varun. I’m a bit confused and hesitant here thinking how readers will take a slow-moving story with too many pages. I cannot rush it at a fast pace to show quick sex without explaining the detail. If I don’t see my way of writing interests people read, I will not waste my time and your time to write long parts.

Please provide your genuine feedback about this story to [email protected]. Pooja is also willing to hear the feedback at her [email protected]. In the meantime, you can read my other stories on ISS.

Hi, my name is Aryan a freelancer and sex lover from Bangalore. To read my previous encounters please go to this link. The story is about how I was contacted by a lady in Bangalore and ended up licking her in all possible ways. The story is more of foreplay and licking.

So if you are looking for hardcore fuck then I guess this story won’t help with that. As it has very soft passionate content. People usually contact me after reading my sex stories over here. Some guys do ask for sharing the contact details which obviously gets ignored.

There was a lady named Rachana who badly wanted to experience a pleasure. I usually respond late to the messages thinking they are all fake guys wanting to get contacts. But this lady turned out to be a little patient and the following was how the conversation went on.

R- Hey there I read your story on ISS. It was a nice one.
Me- Thank you so much, I hope it did make you wet.
R- Yes it did but it would have been better if the foreplay was little more.
Me- I shall improve that next time (though I was offended little)

After this, I did not get any message from her. I just dropped a message saying.
Me- Where are you from? ASL? (Age sex location)
After a week or so I got her message.
R- Hey you there?

After 30 minutes,
Me- Yes, of course, I am here.
R – Well I m 37 and I am a divorced single parent staying in Bangalore.
Me- Bangalore that’s nice! I am from Bangalore too.
R- I know that’s why I messaged you.

After this message, I realized that she is a real lady. Maybe I could get a chance. And after gradual chatting, I realized that she worked for a small firm and was divorced for the past 4 years. We had not yet exchanged our pics. We just spoke on call once to make her wet the same night.

After a few days, I got the message again from her.
R- Hey are you free to chat?
Me- Yes, what’s up?
R- Is it possible for you to meet me? You seem to be a decent guy and you pretty made me comfortable with you last time.

Me-Sure we can? Where do you want to meet?
R- At your place?
Me- Well I m sorry I don’t have a place!
R- I thought you must be having. Then where did you have your previous experience?

Me- The ladies usually invite me to their place or we book OYO rooms.
I asked her what does she like for which she responded
R- I want to have very passionate foreplay. I want to be loved like I am still a virgin and a bride.

Me- Well we can do that. Maybe I will give you a massage and foreplay that you shall never forget!
R- Let’s meet then

After this, we decided to meet at OYO. But she stayed pretty far away from my place so I had to leave an hour before her. After that, I called her and asked where is she? She sent me the location of OYO room and told me to come to her soon. I went to the room and knocked on the door.

She opened the door and then I saw her. To be honest I am not gonna boast like others that she was a bomb or something. She had worn specs and had chubby fat around her waist. Her arms were pretty normal. She wore a green T-shirt and blue jeans. Her assets would have been around 36-34-36.

She welcomed me. She sat on the bed and I sat on the chair. I asked her, “Are you nervous?” which I usually do to all my clients whom I meet. I asked her to lie down with her t-shirt removed and not to worry about anything. She looked hesitant about me holding my phone as if I was recording her.

I guess she had her own insecurities and worries. But then I made her comfortable. I switched off the lights. Placed two candles on either side. And I just went and sat next to her. I took off her glasses and I whispered in her ears, “Rachana, just close your eyes and imagine the hottest guy you have ever dreamt of.”

After saying this I clicked and licked her ear lobes. I start rolling my fingers over her body. I could see she was getting goosebumps. I could see that she was starving for sex for a very long time. She started moaning with just my hands going on her bare back.

I took edible oil and poured it over her back and started squeezing her neck. She had already started moaning. 10 minutes passed and I took her pants too. I saw her huge thighs which almost were bouncing when my hand was rolling over them. Her breathing started becoming heavy.

Her chest was literally moving up and down. I moved her and kissed her. She didn’t respond well for which I said.
Me-Hey babe, relax just close your eyes and feel you are kissing your lover.
R-Hmmm, ok.

I placed my lips over her lips again. She didn’t respond again. Then I pushed my lips more and put my tongue in her mouth. Now she started showing her real inner slut. She took her hands and wrapped around my neck and started kissing me wild. We both had become crazy lovers.

We were kissing as if it was the last sex. I grabbed her melons and started squeezing them even more hard. Her moaning now turned into screams. I took her entire boobs in my mouth and sucked them. Then I brought my inner dog to action. I started licking her entire body.

My tongue was rolling all the way from her underarms to her underwear. Then moving across that v line. I immersed my entire face in her navel and rubbed it. Having pretty long hairs she held me and was pushing me on her. I knew I had done my job and I could see that she was enjoying it.

After my previous encounter, I have got this habit of carrying honey and choco syrup to all my clients. So I took off honey and poured it exactly over her pussy on her panty and started licking it. The amount of pleasure a lady gets when someone is wanting to lick her pussy.

I had made all her panty wet with the repeated amount of honey pouring over it. She kept moaning. She then took a pause and said, “Lick my pussy now. I can’t wait.” I usually make the woman go crazy and become so desperate that she should beg for it. I took off her panty and saw her pussy nicely.

It didn’t look like it was used ever. It looked like a virgin pussy only to me. I kissed her pussy and to be honest I have never kissed such a sweet pussy out of all my experiences. When you get a tight pussy I guess we men should make use for it. I started kissing and smooching her lips as if she was my first lover.

She was already dripping as it started tasting salty. I then took the honey in my fingers and finger fucked her for almost 30-40 minutes. And then kept licking her pussy along with her asshole for another 30 minutes. Trust me I can keep licking for hours together.

While I kept doing this, not even for once did Rachana tell me to stop. She was enjoying herself and I love it when I make a woman enjoy. I kept licking her pussy and she was moaning. Then she used to press that pillow with her hands moving her head to either side enjoying my warm tongue and fingers inside her pussy.

After some time she told me, “I’m tired. I have already cum enough, Aryan. Fuck me now,” she screamed hard I took my 6-inch dick and gently placed it in her warm pussy. I fucked her for around 10-12 minutes. Then I told I wanna cum. I took my shaft and exploded over her boobs.

Though I fucked her just for 10 minutes it was pretty intense. I asked her did you enjoy it. She with a long breath said yes. And then she said I am tired now. After some time we had a nice lunch and departed as she had to go home by 5.

I have been working as a masseur and sometimes just for pleasing women in the bed across Bangalore for a while now. Not necessarily for sex but also for passionate licking, sucking and foreplays. Any woman or couple interested in trying me can contact me at hangouts at the address [email protected].

I am looking for a couple who wants to enjoy threesome please interested couples reading this story feel free to contact me.