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Hello, my dear readers. Let me introduce myself to you as Doctor Vikranth, a 26-year-old sexologist. I recently graduated from A.S.H.A Medical College in the USA. I am one of the youngest Sexologists practicing in India. I have specialized in helping women above 35 years.

I completed my MBBS course in Delhi, before moving to the States for my higher education. I was always interested in sex from a very young age. I had a peculiar liking for a mature woman. These two were the major factors why I decided to get myself a Sexologist’s Degree, focusing on the sexual needs of older women.

A doctor’s first quality is being a true professional but in the case of a sexologist that is always not correct. 95 times out of 100, a sexologist gets physical with his patient, often doing more than what he was supposed to.

And that is the biggest advantage of this job too. It is mostly women from rich houses that spend money on a visit to a sexologist. And cheering them up with a horny counseling session, and in some cases providing them a little sexual comfort they had been craving for, can be extremely rewarding.

This is exactly how I managed to start a clinic of my own in Bangalore. My clinic was completely funded by Mrs.Beena Raghav, the wife of a business tycoon in Karnataka.

I had met her during the internship in my college, where she had come for a treatment. She was very clear that she did not want an Indian to be part of her case. But my above average looks and well-built body were enough to make her change her decision.

I am 6 feet tall, weighs 80 kgs, with good strong muscles. I have been working out in the gym, for the last 5 years, and with swimming and running being in my daily routine, I was in perfect shape.

Mrs.Beena too had noticed that. She was very comfortable having me around. And she did not mind me being with the team even during her naked body examination. Patients can normally request for male doctors to be not allowed during the preliminary stages. But she was OK with me being around.

I would always be talking to her, trying to make her feel at ease. So, when her treatment plan was decided, I was given complete responsibility for the case. Mrs.Beena had specifically asked for me.

On going through the medical files, I realized her issue was that her pussy hole was just too small. The opening of her pussy had shrunk way too much, and it was very unusual for a married woman.

Mrs.Beena was my 27th patient. And from the experience I had through the 11 months of internship, I was confident I could help her. I was just confused about why a sexually active woman would have this problem. That is where I was wrong.

Mrs.Beena, in her very first personal session with me, opened up about her completely non-existent sex life. She told me she had not had sex for the last 17 years. Her husband had sexual intercourse with her only for the first two years of their marriage.

“After that Raghav was just too busy with work, and there were times he would come home only after months. And slowly we lost that intimacy,” Mrs.Beena explained.

I was surprised her husband was not interested in her. I had seen her completely naked during the tests and she was one true MILF. Well, she was not yet a mother, but she definitely had the body of a Hot MILF.

If at 38, she can look so enticing, she would have been a siren back in her younger days. I actually felt pity for her husband, for missing out on somebody so luscious.

I personally love a woman’s boobies the most. Mrs.Beena’s were definitely 34E, big enough and very firm. They looked in great shape even in the basic grey t-shirt she wore.

I could feel my dick harden, and I loved it when my patients turn me on. That was after all the very reason why I chose this job. I was starting to enjoy working on her case.

“I was actually depressed with the complete negligence, I lost my libido. I never felt like I wanted to have sex again. And let me also confirm I have not used any means to give me self pleasure, either.” She completed, with pain clearly visible on her face.

I had to use a bit of my charm to cheer her up now. This was also the part I always look forward to in a session.

“I understand Mrs.Beena. I am just surprised you did not have another man giving you the love your husband should have given you. I mean, you are among the most attractive women I have seen my whole life.” I looked straight into her eyes as I told her this.

“Oh Doctor, that is way too much of a compliment. Especially from a man of your age, to a woman older and less attractive than the girls he would be hanging out with.” She was blushing as she said that.

“Well, I am not joking Mrs.Beena, I really meant what I said. I have seen you, during your tests, in ways not many men would have. And you definitely have everything a man of my age want” I winked at her.

Mrs.Beena looked completely flushed. Maybe it was the first time she had received so much attention in a very long time, and she could just not stop smiling.

“Just call me Beena. Mrs.Beena sounds way too formal,” she said.

“Of-course Beena. And you can call me Vicky, my girlfriends call me Vicky,” I said with a teasing smile.

I could see her getting excited, as I went back to going through her case sheet. She was clearly intoxicated by my presence.

Beena reminded me so much of my encounter with an Arab Mother, or rather an Arab MILF. Her name was Leeza, the first wife, of an extremely rich Arab trader, based in Dubai. She was 39 years old, just a year older than Beena.

Leeza was absolutely gorgeous and everything one would expect in a rich Arab woman. She looked nothing less than a queen. Her cream flawless face, smooth brown hair, thick lips, dark black eyes, and her amazing figure. She had it all.

Her husband was always busy with his other two younger wives. Leeza never got enough meat in her early days. It had caused her pussy to shrink, but with her husband’s rejuvenated interest in her, she had come to us for help.

I always wanted to fuck a Muslim MILF. I just love the way they squeal.

The moment I saw Leeza, I had decided I would penetrate her. And not only did I fuck her pussy, I drilled her virgin ass too. Leeza was very much traditional and came for the session dressed in a peach abaya. She had a mauve colored hijab on her head. Leeza just looked stunning that day.

However, her erect nipples poking out through her expensive yet thin abaya, clearly confirmed she had no bra inside. And her abaya sticking into her vulva, making a ‘V’, so easily glorified her camel-toe.

Throughout the preliminary tests, I had caught Leeza looking at my semi-erect crotch. It was obvious she had been trying to guess my size.

I knew she wanted a good time. As soon as I pulled out my 8″ cock outside my pants, she gladly grabbed it with both her hands. It was pure pleasure to watch her suck my meat, with the hijab on her head.

I still remember how hard I had pulled her hair back, as I fucked her doggy style on the floor. I did not make her strip. But lifted her abaya up her ass, and pushed my rod deep inside her tiny tight butt hole.

As much as I helped her get ready for her husband’s sexual needs, I had also given her the kind of orgasm her husband can never give her at his age. The very thought of Leeza not able to find equal satisfaction on the bed with her husband, still makes me leak.

But Beena had come to us for a completely different and a very special reason. She and her husband wanted to have a child now. But with Beena’s pussy hole shrinking, it had become impossible.

“He would get the head of his penis inside my pussy if he tried really hard with a highly lubricated condom. But even then it would be too painful for me. He cannot impregnate me putting on a condom anyway,” she remarked about their efforts.

Beena’s case was not very complicated. It was very common for couples to feel pressure when trying to conceive. This along with the lack of affection they had for each other were the only reasons.

Beena only had to be wet down there, and her juices alone would have caused her pussy hole to open up and expand. A woman’s pussy juice is universally approved as the best lubricant.

Very basic foreplay like smooching or kissing her neck would have turned her on. And her wet pussy would have so easily allowed her husband’s dick to slide inside her. But I was just not going to tell her that. I was having an opportunity to manipulate her, and I was going to use it.

We were almost done for the day. But before leaving I went towards her seat and squeezed her neck from the back.

“Just relax,” I told her.

“We can do this. It won’t be easy, but let us give it a good try. I hope I have your complete trust going into the next stage”.

“Mmmm,” she moaned. My strong hands on her neck, and now her shoulder, were turning her on. I could see her lovely inviting cleavage from the top. Bending her head back, she looked right into my eyes. And lightly biting her soft pink lower lips, she nodded her head.

I had her trust, she had just said. And as I freed her from my hold, she left out a loud heave. I had owned her. She was not on my duty sheet for tomorrow, so I was not going to meet her. But I knew the damage was done.

She was going to spend every second of the next two days thinking about the pleasure my touch just gave her. And when we meet for the next session, she was going to be ready to be taken.

To be continued.

I sincerely hope you liked this story. Please do send me your feedback at [email protected].

All experiences are different and they teach you in a way or another, given the conditions that you want to be taught by them. Since now, although all my sex stories were of different experiences, they had undertones of similarity like Imtiaz Ali movies. This story is a bit different.

This is the experience of one of my beautiful readers who until now was like next door housewife living for her husband. This is the product of her fantasy. I am just using words to describe what she wants.

I will introduce her to the story itself.

I looked at myself naked in the full-length mirror in my bathroom. There was no mistaking that time and carelessness had stripped me of my best days. I wasn’t the same as I was in my 20s or early 30s. The rest of the matter was settled by the monogamous sexual relationship with my husband.

It wasn’t the case that he got bored of me or something. But there was a constant sense of lack. A feeling that whatever I am getting was not enough and something was missing. Something which I cannot put my finger on because I have no idea what it is.

This confusion about what is lacking is pushing me more and more and it is corroding my affection towards my husband bit by bit. It’s good that my husband wasn’t a great reader of the face and he still believes that I am happy with him, which is not entirely wrong. But this sense was eating me from inside. And I have no idea what to do.

Putting all these thoughts aside, I went to grab my gym back which I joined a couple of days before. I decided to tire myself physically so that I stop overthinking.

This might be just my boredom which is making me doubt things. An existential crisis is something that is not so rare. But if I am dead tired and busy with things, probably my mind will not wander much.

However, this was not working as much as I like it to. But I decided to give it a shot anyway. If not for mental peace then maybe it will be good for physical appearance.

I have always been a bit curvy, no matter how much I diet or try to get rid of it. So I made peace with it and decided to be just a good housewife. However, I never made peace with being lonely and someone who questions. I don’t know where that came from.

I picked up my gym bag and left my apartment. It was hard living here for the last couple of days since my husband was out of town for some meetings.

As I got down from the lift and walked to the common compound of building, like every day, boys were playing cricket.

Suddenly, I saw the ball was in the air and coming towards me. And Rohan, son of Mrs. Arora was running to catch it. His eyes were on the ball and before I could move, he clashed with me to catch the ball! Somehow we both made balance and I told him, “Careful Rohan! People are walking”.

“Sorry, Aunty!” He said in his sweet innocent voice. We both smiled and then I moved away.

Rohan was son 19 years old son of Mr. and Mrs. Arora. He was always sweet and nice to everyone. But he had mischievous eyes. As if all this innocence was just a veil. Yet he has this aura of innocence and every woman in the colony had a sense of motherly affection towards him.

The gym I joined was just minutes away in walking distance from my house. It was a typical high end flashy and expensive gym with the neon sign, glass front, and boasting of all the facilities which a gym could have. It was part of a popular national chain and endorsed by a national sports celebrity.

Inside was also flashy with all sorts of instruments and expensive rubber-flooring. The gym ran in two shifts, morning and evening. Mostly I go in the morning since there were fewer people and it was less crowded. However, this morning I felt lazy but somehow I made my mind by the evening to push myself and go there.

Like most of the high-end gyms, this one was also unisex. The gym had many trainers and most of them were college-going guys between 20-25 years. Probably these young people cost them less and also looked good comparing middle-aged experienced trainers.

Most of these trainers were fitness enthusiasts and working out in their entire shifts. Ripped, muscular, athletic, lean, you name the type of body and one or other trainers will have it.

I had a look around the gym and then went to the treadmill for warming up. When I stepped up on that, one trainer came up to me seeing me the first time and started telling me how to go on that and all. Since he was seeing me there for the first time in the evening, he thought I was a new member.

Even though I already knew all the things he was telling me, I didn’t stop him and acted to listen to him carefully. He was around 21 years old, some college student. He was not muscular but he had a lean athletic body. Somehow, I was liking the attention I was getting but not in some creepy way.

I silently started doing what he was telling me and seeing me doing the exact thing, his professional self got excited. He started me instructing throughout the session. Even though I used to do all this, but doing it with trainer felt different because of all the right postures and his enthusiasm to push me one step out of my comfort zone.

At the end of the session, I was sweating a lot but was feeling a lot better. That sweet pain of sore muscles was all over my body. Sweat was running from my neck and running down in my cleavage.

Working out someone so young made me feel good about myself. Even though he was giving me attention out of professional courtesy, but it was attention anyway.

When you are stuck inside your house for more than a decade, you start questioning yourself and your existence. Are you there only to serve your husband and family? Or you have some other meaning of life too?

After a few years, in most of the cases family starts taking you for granted. And you forget your value. Out of love for them, you go on and keep doing things day after day without getting any appreciation.

Your husband stops giving attention to you except for birthdays or anniversaries. They forget there are 363 days except these two. So you just want to be looked at after all this.

You want someone to see you as a person and understand that you can also need something. You are not only about fulfilling what others want but you also need things which are not only material but deep psychological ones. The need to get noticed. The need to get attention. The need to be cared for. The need to be LOVED!!

At the end of the workout, my sports bra and top were soaked in sweat and my spandex track pant was not much better. The microfibre towel I was using has almost reached its soaking capacity and about to give up.

I was wiping sweat around my neck and forehead while trying to catch my breath. The trainer was watching me and when I made eye contact, he passed a smile saying, “You did quite good! I hope you will be regular so we can work more together”. It was sort of professional reassurance but I somehow sensed a double meaning dialogue.

Without giving much attention I replied, “You made me sweat like a pig. But I am glad you did. And I will try to be as regular as I can to work with you.” Saying this and with a smile, I started walking towards the shower which I needed desperately.

I went to my locker and got rid of my sneakers and socks. I let my hair down from the ponytail I was having earlier. I gathered soap and a fresh towel out of the bag and headed for the showers.

Since it was a late shower, the room was almost empty, yet I went to one of the private showers with the dressing room and turned on the water heater to get a hot water bath.

I slipped my hands into my spandex track pants and slid them down and stepped out of it. My fingers got the bottom of my spandex crop sports bra and lifting my arms, I removed it, revealing my ripe full breasts with dark pink nipples topping each of them.

After having a look at my curvy body’s reflection in the mirror, I stepped into the shower, letting the mildly warm water all over my body. My eyes automatically closed once water ran on my body and I started thinking about the words he said.

I made myself sure that he was just being nice and it is my dirty mind having all these thoughts. However, I could not shed the young trainer off from my brain. Maybe it was my boring sex life which made me think about this or his young athletic body, I was not sure. But I started feeling a bit sensitive.

I gently began to wash my body under running water. Running my hand across my shoulders, and then down my arms letting the shower spray water all over me and then bouncing off my breasts.

The water started making my nipples harden from all the thinking and stimulation. I moved my palms under my cushiony breasts feeling the full weight of them and circling around and around them.

My fingers were automatically glided across my nipples and I closed my eyes and pulled them a little causing them to stretch with slight sweet pain. They become reddened and hardened like dark red cherry tips on a cushioned fleshy mountain of soft skin of my breasts.

My hands reached between my legs and I felt a hint of wetness. My fingers ran along my slit and even though I wanted to stop myself, I could not.

I started running it up and down, down and up, again and again. A slight moan passed from my mouth and I felt as if someone burned a heap of coal inside my body. However, I didn’t want to do it and forcefully pushed him out of my thoughts.

The sense of morality got me. Even imagining someone sexually besides your husband gives a feeling of guilt, as if I have done some unforgiven sin and I could not look into the eyes of a husband ever again.

No matter how much I feel a lack of purpose in my life, I have to be faithful to my husband not only in real life but also in my thoughts. No matter how much it kills me from inside.

The shower was running and my whole body was getting wet. My mind was forcing itself to think or not to think about him. In this whole conundrum, I lost my train of thought and devoid of my surroundings. I was blank and in a trance where only you and your thoughts exist without anything of this world.

Suddenly, I heard a rush and the opening of the door. Before I could move and see, everything went black. My arms were wrenched behind my back and my body was rammed hard up against shower wall. I was not able to understand what was happening. Someone much stronger than me held me in a chokehold.

“Don’t make a scene or you will regret it.” A raspy familiar sound hissed at me.

“Ohh okay.” I managed to get that out before his hold choked me out of my breath. A zillion thoughts ran through my mind in a flash of a second. Did I give him some hint? I don’t think I did. Did I do something which made her think I wanted this? I could not remember anything like this.

His body was pressing against me in the shower. He then left my left arm and grabbed my waist.

“I know you want this too. I have seen you looking at me. I know a wet horny pussy when I look at the face and I am good in my ways around it.”

I relaxed a bit hearing his words

He let go of my neck and I gasped desperately. He put a zip tie around my wrists and tightened it. I was not expecting him to do this after I agreed with what he wanted.

His arm went around and feeling my whole wet body. His hands were roaming all over my back and ass and I can feel his hard grip against my soft flesh.

“You are following me correctly. You seem like a quick learner. Now just do as I say.”

I was just able to nod my head in acceptance. He pushed me more towards the shower and then locked the shower door. He spread my legs and raised my arms in the air behind my back. He was standing between my legs and made me bend on the wall.

“Don’t I love big ass of you married women. You all have so much fire inside yet act high and mighty. I wish you all can act on instinct to have hard wild fucks. Now get ready for what you secretly desire.”

How did he know what I wanted? I certainly did not give any sign like that. Or is it every second married woman having this secret desire and I am just many of them? We never know. The only thing I know is that his words were piercing me as if he can see me through and explain my soul.

He ripped my underpants open and pulled them down to my ankle. I was fully exposed in front of him. I felt jamming of his whole length in one jerk without any warning, without any warm-up, without any touch or fingers. He was stretching me out.

I was afraid that I was going to get sore and he would tear my pussy walls from inside. I was in the utmost shock. However, the biggest shock was yet to come. It turned out I was soaking out and his whole length went inside with just a little effort without much resistance and with sweet pain. This came as a shock to him too. He stopped there and whispered in my ear.

“Look Look Look!!! I think you’ll like it. You are soaking wet down here. Are you excited to take my big cock in your beautiful mature pussy? Seems like you haven’t been fucked good after giving birth and already craves for it. Your husband is not giving what you want. Now I am going to give it to you. Now I want you to cum all over my dick”.

The young trainer started giving deep and deeper thrusts. My mind wanted to move away but I found my body pushing back and synchronizing with his rhythm. His strokes were getting harder and harder.

“Seems like someone is enjoying it too much.” He said while pinching my nipples.My mind was blank. All I could think about his dick going in and out of my soaking wet pussy and his hands on my big soft breasts. I was breathless and trying hard not to moan.

“I think you are going to cum, sweetheart. Your body is tightening. You like this young cock in your pussy. Don’t you? Well, you are not the first one. Come on!! Give it to me. Cum all over my dick. I would love that.”

I could feel the sensational tingle in my pussy and flutter. I was trying to suppress it. I was trying to clutch my pussy muscles to stop the sensation I was feeling. But I could not stop. It was getting big and bigger. It was building huge and huge.

And then I felt it. It hit me hard. I started cumming on the young trainer’s cock and a loud moan passed from my mouth.

Waves after waves of orgasms were rolling throughout my body. I haven’t felt this much intensity in ages. I could not remember the last time I moaned so hard. Orgasms were radiating out of my pussy. I was gasping for breath. I might have passed for a couple of seconds because of the huge orgasm and lack of breath.

The trainer then started giving fast jerks and then with a loud moan, he started cumming deep inside my pussy. Ohh shit!!!! No No No! He should not cum inside me. But the damage has been done already.

After a couple of seconds, he pulled out his limping dick out of my pussy. Then all I could hear was footsteps moving away from me.

To be continued.

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Hello Horny People!

This is Prem and I know I’m writing a story after quite some time but that’s only because these last few months have been really eventful. Do read the previous part of this story so that you get some reference so as to who all the characters are.

Let’s begin.

After fucking a TV actress, there wasn’t really enough time for me to have fun as I got busy with work. I moved into a new flat and was working my ass off day and night. It was the election season. I decided to take some time off and go back home to Nagpur and relax.

I got to know that my best friend cum old fuck buddy Shweta also had moved back to the city. She was living with her parents. She was pursuing a career in Bengaluru and I was chasing my dreams in Mumbai.

When she was in Bengaluru, she met a guy and fell head over heels in love with him. They were together for 2 years before the guy cheated on her with some bitch from his office.

Now, let me remind you that Shweta was a sex bomb. She was 5’5” tall, 32-24-36 was her body measurements. She had D cups natural tits, a nice smack-able wide ass and wheatish complexion, and big beautiful eyes. Her ex-boyfriend was also a handsome hunk.

Like Shweta, he too got a lot of attention from the opposite sex. One drunken night, he slipped and slept with one of his co-workers. Shweta herself had cheated in relationships before this one. But she was loyal to this guy and was dreaming to marry him.

We used to hook up even when she was in her earlier relationships. But the last time we met about a year ago, she straight up said no to me for sex. She told me that she wanted to make this relationship work. I understood that she loved him very much.

Now Shweta used to live alone in a 1 BHK flat. Her parents had bought the flat on the floor above that and conjoined the two flats to make a duplex flat. When we were in college these two were separate flats and her parents used to live in Dubai.

I went to meet Shweta at her house. Her father opened the door. I greeted him and introduced myself as this was the first time we were meeting. I asked him about Shweta and he told me that Shweta is not in her right mind. He told me that she is not the same and barely leaves the house.

This reminded me of myself. When I had broken up with my girlfriend Shafaq, I also exhibited the same kind of behavior. Shweta’s father pointed me towards her room upstairs. I went up and knocked on her door. She did not open the door so I pushed the doorknob and opened her door.

She was lying in the bed in her pajamas and was looking miserable. She had dark circles and was looking awfully unattractive. She helped me get over Shafaq by being with me and helping me. I thought that this was my turn to return the favor. She had headphones on and her eyes were closed.

I removed the headphones from her ears and stroked her head. She opened her eyes and got really happy to see me. She got up and gave me a really tight hug. We got to talking and she told me everything that happened since the last time we met a year ago. After spending about an hour talking I got up to leave.

She held my hand and asked me to sit for a while, I sat next to her and she leaned on to me and kept her head on my shoulder. We were sitting really close; Shweta told me that she hasn’t had sex in over 6 months since her breakup. As much as I wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her right then and there.

I controlled myself as she was in a vulnerable state. I did not want to take advantage of her mental state. So I asked her to get ready and forced her to get out of bed and took her out for a movie. She reluctantly agreed to come with me and after the movie, I took her out for dinner.

We then headed back to her home. I dropped her home and was about to go back to my home as it was around 11 pm. She stopped me and told me that she wanted to have sex and invited me up. I was a bit reluctant at first as I thought what her parents would think about a guy staying the night in their daughter’s bedroom.

She told me that her parents would’ve gone to bed. The coast was clear for us to go to her bed. I hesitantly walked up to her flat and she opened the door as she had the keys. We then went to her bedroom hoping no one would catch us midway. We got into her bedroom and breathed a sigh of relief.

We hugged and shared a kiss once inside her bedroom. We then moved to her bed while still kissing and after kissing for about 15 minutes. She got up and headed towards her bathroom and asked me to be ready and wait for a while. For the last six months, she hadn’t cleaned her pubes.

She went inside the bathroom and came out after 20 minutes fully naked. Her privates were now clean and she was sex ready. I was ready as well in my underwear. Looking at her all waxed and clean I got an instant hard-on. She smiled looking at my hard cock.

She came close and then on to me. We kissed again and got in the bed. She was on top me, her bare soft body was touching mine and I had goosebumps. Her soft 32D boobs were now touching my chest and we were erotically making out. She was rubbing her hands on my underwear over my hard cock.

She then took the beast out and started stroking it. The beast grew in size more after she touched it. My cock was in its full glory and was ready to tear her pussy once again. She removed my underwear and then licked my cock slowly. After licking it she took it entirely in her mouth and gave an amazing blowjob.

I asked her to get in the 69 position and started licking her pussy. I parted her clit and fucked her with my tongue. She was really horny as she squirted in just 10 minutes. She was gagging on my cock and was stroking it hard. I too came in the next 5 minutes.

She then got on top of me and slid down her pussy on my cock slowly. She leaned down and kissed me while slowly moving her hips. Our bodies rubbed against each other and we were kissing each other passionately. In the heat of the moment, we were rubbing our bodies for about 20 minutes and making love.

Slowly I took over and got on top of her and got into a missionary position. I started fucking her fast and fucked her deep. My entire cock was going inside her fast and her juices were flowing out of her pussy mixed with my juices. I was kissing her and fucking her vigorously.

After fucking her for more 10 minutes, she was about to cum and I too flexed my legs to cum with her. We both then came together and I unloaded all my semen inside her. I then lay beside her panting and trying to catch my breath after the amazing session we had.

We both were sweaty and my semen was flowing out of her pussy. She was satisfied and content. She told me that her ex-boyfriend could never last this long. We shared a kiss again and continued to make out for some time. As we were kissing each other passionately I got hard again.

I inserted my cock in her pussy again. we both were lying on the bed and I started fucking her slowly again. as we were fucking, Shweta started to moan and squirted her juices again. Her juices gave me fluidity to fuck her more smoothly. Her pussy got more lubrication.

I turned her around and fucked her from the backside for a while. I fucked her for half an hour more till we both came again. We both were exhausted. I got up to leave but then saw the clock. It was 2 am and Shweta asked me to stay for the night. I too agreed and stayed.

We cuddled and slept for the night thinking that I would sneak out her house early in the morning. But as we both were tired with all the outing and then fucking, I overslept. Shweta woke me up in the morning at 9 am by sucking my dick as I had morning wood.

I woke up to an amazing orgasm and then I got hold of her and got her in the doggy position and started fucking again. She did not care that her parents were downstairs and started moaning. Since she didn’t care, I too didn’t give a fuck. After 15 more minutes of amazing sex, she had an orgasm.

I continued fucking her for more than 10 minutes and came in her pussy. We then got dressed. I was very scared to get down and out of her place. She put on her night robe which was barely covering her lower body and her bare thighs were clearly visible. We slowly got down.

She led me out and I had an awkward moment with her parents as we got out of her bedroom. They were looking at us with shock. She hurriedly took me to her door, gave me a quick kiss and we bid farewell.

We enjoyed our time together for the few days I was in Nagpur. Shweta was much better and finally got over her ex-boyfriend. We still have the pact of sleeping with each other until and unless any one or both of us get into a loyal and loving relationship.

More eventful stories coming up in a few days if I get a good response to this story. If you like this story then let me know at [email protected]. I take regular breaks from work and spend about a month in Nagpur after every 3-4 months. I’m available to talk to everyone.

My name is Rakesh. I am a civil contractor. I am from Karnataka I am married to a woman of the same state. Her name is Shruti, she is a housewife. We were married in the year 2012, in an arranged marriage. I had past relationships before marriage. But my wife was a virgin before marriage.

My physical description: (at the time of wedding)

Height 168 cms, weight 70 kgs,

Skin complexion dusky.

Penis size 7.5 inches.

Her physical description: (at the time of wedding)

Height 163cm, weight 59kgs,

Skin complexion fair.

Body measurements 34-28-33.

So the wedding night was arranged in her house as per the rituals and traditions. Coming to the story directly. The room was decorated beautifully with flowers and perfume. I was wearing a kurta and waiting in the room for her. She came with the glass of milk which both of us drank.

She was not even lifting her head up as she was very shy and nervous. After drinking the milk we both sat on the bed. We kept on talking for about an hour. She was wearing a beautiful silk saree and some beautifully crafted jewelry. After talking for some time it was my turn to take the first step.

I had taken the initiative by hugging her for the first time. Then I helped her in getting rid of the jewelry and bangles and such stuff. Now it was the time for some romantic moments to arrive. I kissed her on her forehead at first. Then I took her right hand in my right hand and kissed her fingers.

Followed by kissing her forearms and then kissing her shoulder over the saree and repeated the same with her left hand too. Then I kissed her cheeks 4 times each. Then I kissed her neck and found that her body had turned really hot as she was very very nervous. Then I kissed the back of her neck.

I whispered in her ears, “I love you I will be with you forever. Don’t be nervous.” Then I kissed her ears and her closed eyes and nose finally. Now it was time for our lips to meet and greet each other. I touched her lips with mine for the first-ever time and removed within a second.

It was really a good moment. Then I thought it was the time to make the kiss more passionate. So I again kissed her on her lips. This time I had sucked her lower lip and then her upper lip. Later it was time for some tongue play. I slide my tongue inside her mouth.

Finally, our tongues met and we’re greeting each other with the juices of saliva. Now it’s time to remember the song. ‘Suhagraat hain gunghat utha raha hoon main.” I then removed her saree pallu exposing her dark brown blouse. I kissed just above the first blouse button. She was almost shivering now.

I told her to relax. Then I pressed then beautiful breasts for the first time over the blouse. Her body measurements were around 34-28-33 by then. It was such a good feeling. She was really shy. Then I kissed each button of her blouse while unbuttoning each one.

After 5 kisses and unbuttoning 5 buttons, it was such a good sight. Her breasts covered with the black beautiful bra.  Then I kissed her breasts over the bra. Then I started kissing her navel and finally her belly button. Then I started licking the belly button it was such a strange feeling.

Then I lifted her hands and kissed her armpits for the first time. It was just too good but a weird feeling. Then finally time for unbuttoning her bra. Removing her bra. Gave the best look of exposure of her breasts. She covered them with her hands.

I removed her hands and letting myself get the view of those untouched breasts with light pink nipples inviting me to suck. Then I had pressed her bare breasts for the first time. I kept touching and playing with them for around 10-15 minutes. Then I kissed the first one followed by another.

Finally sucking and licking her nipples for 15 minutes. Now it was her time of foreplay. I removed my kurta and banyan exposing my bare hairy chest to her. Then removing my pajama.  Now I was only in my underwear in front of her. She was very shy. She was not even making eye contact.

Finally, after some time, she managed to look at the bulge in my underwear. She looked away suddenly again feeling shy. I told her to kiss my chest she did so. I took her hand and kept in on the penis over my underwear. She removed her hand and again I took her hand and kept it.

This time she did not remove. I insisted her to press it she did. Then I removed my underwear. With all the pressure, my 7.5 inches erect and hard cock jumped out. She had a strange and scared look on the face after watching it for the first time. Now I took her hand and made her touch it. She did.

I showed her how to slide it up and down with the hand she did the same. I was such a good feeling I was feeling deeply loved with every up and down push and pull movement. Then I suggested her to kiss on the top of the penis. She did it after resisting for some time.

Then it was her time to open her mouth for me to take my love in. She did I inserted the top portion of my penis in her mouth. She started moving it to and fro. After some 5 minutes, I removed it from her mouth. Then I told her to bring her tongue out and lick the opening hole of my penis she did it.

I was in heaven by then. I said ‘I love you’ around 10 times while she was doing so. Then I lifted my penis up showed her my sperm factory ie my testes, she poked it. Then I insisted her to kiss and lick them a bit she did and I was getting harder and harder now. And now it was my turn.

I removed her half petticoat and she was only on her back panty now. Her panty was wet on the front portion as she had turned wet by then. I kissed her pussy over her panty and finally removed it. I saw my gateway to heaven. The pink and light brown tight pussy with water like substance coming out of it.

Then I kissed her pubic area, then her thighs. Then I placed a kiss on wet pussy lips and then with my tongue started licking it all over the clitoris. The urethral opening and the hymen region. It was very tight I was really worried if could successfully insert my 7.5-inch cock into such tight pussy.

After licking for around 10 minutes. It was time for the final chapter the intercourse. I made her lay down with her back resting on the bed and her front portion of the body facing me (missionary position). Then I took my cock and started rubbing her pussy lips.

After rubbing my cock with her pussy lips for some time I was ready to insert into her tiny hole. It was like a mission impossible for me as I was very difficult to enter her. After trying for some time I just tried my best and gave a hard push. It let my penis enter half into her pussy and another hard push.

This time it was almost 90% of the penis entered into her pussy. Then there was the moment of silence. Then she shouted and the tears started rolling out from her eyes. There was blood all over the sheets below her pussy and all over my penis.

After cleaning her pussy and my penis with a cloth, I tried again. I fucked her 5-6 minutes in missionary and then we changed the position to doggy style. She was in a position like a dog. Her pussy facing me and I then slide my cock inside her. I fucked her for 10 minutes this time.

By then I was about to cum. And then made her sit down on her knees and I had cummed all over her face. I had never ever cummed in such amount before. After this, I cleaned her face with the towel and we both took a bath in the attached bathroom.

In the same bedroom and we came back and slept beside each other cuddling. This was my real first-night story. Sharing here with your readers so as to refresh my memory and also give you readers a good read. Please do give reviews in comments. Thank you.

I am Shakti, an average Indian boy with an ordinary life. I have a mother and an elder sister. My father left us when I was 4. I have asked my mom where was he but never got a proper answer. When I was 14, my sister said that he ran off with his friend and never came back.

This is my life, it sucks, isn’t it? Okay, so when I was 19, I started to masturbate but got bored soon and started to explore more. That’s when I realized, I was a sissy.

One day, my sister had a high fever so my mom took her to hospital and I was left alone. My friend asked me to bring my pen drive to school the next day. I was searching for it in my room but I was unable to find it. I thought maybe my sister has it.

So, I went to her room and searched but it was not there either. But I found a thing which was soon going to be an important part of my life.

Yes, I found my sister’s pantie. My adrenaline started rushing. It was the perfect time to wear that. So did I. Then I took my sister’s bra, stuffed it with my socks and wore it too. It looked perfect since there was not even a single hair in my body.

Then I took her tank top and skirt and wore them too. Dang, if you have seen me at that time, then you’d bang me for sure!

This continued for the rest of my school days. I would say to my mom I am sick and spend the day wearing my sister’s dress and doing the makeover.

Later I got admission in a college which was far from my house. So I took a room outside and the first thing I did was ordering a girly set of dress, a makeup kit, and a dildo. I used to dress me up and fuck myself daily during those days.

I had grown somewhat long hair till my shoulder. So I looked exactly like a girl when I was dressed up. But in college, I used to look like a bully.

One day while I was chatting with a stranger online, he asked if he could come over. But I refused. He promised me it would be a secret and he can give me money. I was biased but soon invited him over. We had not seen either of ourselves till then and so, I was excited.

I cleaned myself up, shaved and applied some make up. I took out the babydoll lingerie and wore a black saree above that. I was waiting for him all prepared.

Knock knock.

“Should I open it or not?”. “If I open it then there is no going back”. There were a lot of thoughts in my head. But I opened the door anyway.

He was around 40-50 and had a nice shape. He was mesmerized by my beauty and I invited him in. He asked, “Are you really a boy? Because you look stunning as a girl!”

I was in heaven. Then he asked me what was my name. I said it was Radhika. Then he asked, “Can I see what you got Radhika?”

I understood the reference. I took him to the bedroom. He tossed his phone over the table and unbuttoned his shirt and hung it over in the hanger. He was wearing a t-shirt inside. His arms and packs were awesome. He seemed too fit.

He came near me. He smelled like chocolate. He hugged me tightly and smelled my hair and started giving me a kiss on my forehead, down on my cheeks and then on my lips.

Oh! It was awesome. I haven’t had that experience even when I kissed my girlfriend. Kissing a man is pure awesomeness.

He undraped my saree without taking his lips from mine. Then he stopped, removed his t-shirt and unzipped his pants. Meanwhile, I undraped my saree fully. He came near me and took off my lingerie. I loosened my panty and pulled it down. There was my tiny puny clitty cock. It was harder yet it was smaller than his normal cock.

He kissed my nipples and turned me back. Now I was in doggy style. He took the lube and applied it in my boy-pussy and started to finger me. I moaned in pleasure.

I even had an enema on that day so that we’ll not spoil the day. He then inserted 3 fingers and I was crying in pleasure. Then he fisted me. I shouted, “Fuck… Ahhhhhh…!” and made noises.

He then took his tool. It was larger and thick. He inserted it in. Then he thrust as fast he could. My puny penis was shaking vigorously. And damn, I quickly reached a sissygasm. My cum dripped. But he was thrusting like a beast.

“Gulp”

He unloaded his cum and breaded me. He took out his dick, his cum was oozing from my asshole. It was expanding and shrinking. My body trembled. He then came in front with the dripping cock. He said, “Suck it, slut!”

I cleaned his cock my putting it in my mouth. It was the first time I was tasting a man’s cum. I have tasted my cum number of times but his was tastier. I sucked it completely and played with his cum in my mouth and gulped it.

Then he swallowed some pill. He got hard again. This time we did it in the shower.

We had sex 4 times that day. At the end of the day, we cleaned ourselves. I wore the same dress and we went to the hall. I made him some tea. He asked me to sit near. We watched tv for a while.

It was 7 pm by then and he said he had to go home as his wife would be waiting for him. Then he gave me 2000 rupees in cash and gave his number. He asked me to call him if I needed money. When he was about to go, I asked if I can take a selfie with him. He said sure. I took my phone unlocked it.

Suddenly, he was shocked after seeing my wallpaper. It was me, my mum, and my sister. I opened the selfie camera. I was smiling but he was in shock.

He said: “Shakthi! You’ve grown so big!”

To be continued.

This is my second part of my series. I hope you all enjoyed the first part. The first part is all about me a fresher gets horny in an empty office and naughty stuff.

Let’s go into the second part where worse is about to begin. So getting into the story. After an intensive orgasm for the first time in office, I reached home had a good shower and was watching tv. Suddenly office thoughts struck while going to sleep. I got a little doubt about Ashok’s presence.

I was almost 1 hour alone in the office.Was he there the whole time? Did he see me? What was the other work in the office building? Is that a coincidence? A lot of thoughts ran in my mind. “Whatever, let’s see tomorrow,” I thought and slept.

The next day I reached office wearing yellow salwar kameez with a bra and panty. Since the top was thin I decided to wear a camisole over the bra. My seniors would come a little late. So I was all alone in my cubicle and was going through mails.

I saw Ashok approaching towards me but with an unusual wicked smile. I was a bit confused by that. When he arrived he started asking about the project and solved issues. Finally, he said, “You got a sexy figure Madhu. Now I understood how you got good ratings in these months.”

He started to play a video from his mobile which covered everything. Me stripping to fingering myself everything was there. I was shocked and cursing myself for the foolish activity I had done yesterday. I looked at him with tears and asked him to delete those videos.

I was ready to pay even money for it. But he didn’t even listen to it. With a devilish smile, he came close to me and said “I’m going to post this in our office group. Let everybody enjoy seeing your video. You will get a promotion too for this.” He was about to share it on WhatsApp.

With more tears, I begged him not to do that. I’m ready to do anything he asks. He closed WhatsApp and said, “Bitch! My career is at stake just because of you and this video is like treasure to me. If you need this video to be down. You must obey whatever I say without even questioning.”

“If you ever avoid me just for a simple reason then you know what will happen. You will become sensational on the internet.” All those words he said made every nerve inside me get stuck to the core. I was broken completely with tears. I had no choice left.

I said, “Please, don’t share the video with anyone. I will do anything and obey you all the time from now.” and started to cry. He now got complete control over me.

“That’s a good option slut. I see you have become somewhat ugly with all that crying drama. Now go clean that mess on your face. While coming back you should not wear anything under your salwar. You must handover all your inners to me no matter what, understand? Hope you come back before your seniors arrive,” saying this he left the place.

I entered the restroom. There I realized my situation has gone even worse. What I saw there were two plumbers trying to fix the sink that got a leak. They both saw me. one said that there’s a major problem and only one cubicle was left in working condition.

Without even thinking further I entered and closed it. I sat there cried badly for the mess I’m in now. Wiping off tears I stood up and as I have no option I started to take off my clothes one by one. From shawl to salwar kameez followed by camisole, bra, and panty.

There I am naked and the only thing separated me from two guys was that door. I started to dress and I don’t want to take the risk. So I left camisole too with bra and panty. I tried best to cover my hand having my inners with a shawl and I came out.

Thankfully no one had come to work. I went to his cubicle and I raised my arm. He immediately snatched inners from my hand. Checked on them. “Such a cheap whore you are. Enjoy your day without these. Now get back to work,” saying this he kept them inside his bag and started to work.

I was about to ask them back. But suddenly I heard my team lead calling us both. Ashok stood up and signaled me to move. I tried my best to walk slow and cover as much as I can. Soon we started to discuss works. But the only thing running through my mind was that I shouldn’t be caught by anyone.

After discussing, the lead went to speak with the manager. Ashok sat next to me pretending he has some doubts. He kept his hand on my thighs and gently pressed it. This was a complete horror to me. When I tried to move his hand away, he said, “Remember what I have. Be silent you whore.”

He moved his hand further up. I pulled the keyboard desk close to me so that at least from far no one can see. But if anyone comes close they might surely notice something under the table. Now he started to touch my pussy over pants. I was angry but I stayed silent.

He started to rub my pussy and my body was completely cold. He moved his hand towards the knot untied them. Being loosened he easily got his hand inside my pants. Feeling soft skin he said, “I know you always shave and have them neat.” He started to rub my naked pussy from the top.

Once I was a hard-working newbie. But now I’m here sitting in my place getting pussy fingered by a guy. Not to mention I’m not wearing anything under my regular outfit. Slowly I was getting wet under. He found out and whispered slowly, “So you like getting fingered in middle of the office? You will enjoy a lot, bitch.”

He started to insert two fingers inside the pussy so deep and started to wildly finger me. I could hardly control my moans. Getting pussy fingered by a guy excited me somewhat. I held my thighs tightly. He realized I’m about to cum and stopped it.

He took his hand away and said, “I don’t want you to cum till evening.” He cleaned his fingers in my shawl and left. I couldn’t even believe everything that has happened over the few hours. More importantly, he said to wait till evening. What was he planning for the evening?

All I could think was to get out of this situation but I found no way. Somehow a little work was done in the morning. After lunch, he came to me. “Bitch, listen carefully. I saw the maintenance board in the ladies’ restroom. I need you to go there. All I need is a nude pic of you with them.”

I said, “No way, please I can’t do that. How can you be so evil? Whatever happens, let’s end between us.” He was like “Oh. So you are giving orders to me? Fine don’t need pics. I hope everyone checks mail often. Your video will be the talk of the evening.”

Fear made me say, “No, no, don’t. I need this job, please. I will do as you say but don’t spread these.” I came near the washroom. Looking into the mirror I took off my shawl. I knew I am being watched. I looked at them and said, “Why don’t you both go for a break for 10 minutes?”

They said, “We are already late and must finish quickly.” I forgot to mention both well built and must be above 35. I didn’t have a lot of time. So I quickly said “Guys I needed to tease my boyfriend. To do that I will stand nude between you both and click a pic. Don’t leak this to anyone ok?”

They were happy but also confused and said ok. I started to strip and within seconds I was standing naked in front of them with nothing to cover. I felt so cheap. I took a pic but before I dressed one guy snatched away my top. He said, “You got what you wanted, but we didn’t.”

He took out his dick. The other guy took his dick out too. They said, “We have been already informed that you will be here.” I understood it was all planned by Ashok and he added, “You are such a horny slut. Relax give us both a nice blowjob. I promise we won’t fuck you.”

He also showed my bra and panty from each pocket. “Be an obedient slut. Make us both cum and you will have all your dress back, else…” he tore my camisole into pieces and said, “This might happen your every cloth.”

Did I give them blowjob or they fucked me there? It will be detailed in the next part. I’m so thankful for all your good responses. Keep supporting and send feedback to me through [email protected]. I will meet you all in the next part.

This is a story that spanned for more than a year. So, to make the reading easy and appealing I’ve written this story chronologically like writing a diary in parts.

If you are not familiar with the location of engineering colleges in Chennai, let me tell you that first. Most of the colleges are on the outskirts of the main city, say about 20 to 25 km. So, to reach the college at 8 in the morning, one has to wake up at least at 6 (minimum) to get ready and catch the bus on time.

All the engineering guys from Chennai or TN will agree on this. The traffic due to the yellow buses (All college buses are supposed to be painted in yellow) in the morning and evening is a different story. Enough of the background. Let’s get into the story.

You’d have known by now that I am an engineering student. I am in my final year now BTW. I elaborated on the timings before because for me the time period between 6 to 6.30 am is heavenly. That’s because I get to see my goddess angel during this time. At times even before her husband sees her for the day.

Every morning she cleans the veranda and waters the plants wearing a nighty. Sometimes, quite a low neck. Our houses are opposite to one another. And for me luckily, my room is on the first floor with a window and balcony facing her house.

I get up early every day just to get my morning titillation by seeing my darling bending over and sweating. It can’t get more natural. Also, I can’t expect more happiness, given the boring journey I’ll have to endure until the next sight of delight. This happened daily for quite a long time.

She’s a Mallu. Probably 42 to 45 years old with a really good set of assets. She has two children, both studying in college from the hostel. Her husband is a central government employee. As far as I’ve seen he’s slightly hot-tempered. But as neighbors, he shares a good rapport with us.

She often comes to our home when I and my dad are gone and talks with my mother. My conversations with her have been very limited, given that I am mostly ambivert. I am also out of home for most of the day. But, whenever we met, the main topic of discussion would be about my studies and my plans for the future. I would be more than happy to see her closely.

Once she came to our home with some problems with her phone. Luckily for me, I was there at that time. My mom was on the terrace. So I thought this was a small opportunity for me to look her more closely. So, I asked to show me what was the problem. She was wearing a V-neck maxi.

She held the phone up near her breast and I moved to her side. I got what I planned for. As she was explaining her problem, I, being taller could see the deep cleavage from my eye level. That was the first time ever I saw cleavage so close. I figured her boobs were actually bigger than I had imagined.

I could have kept on seeing heaven forever. But I quickly regained my senses and at the same time, my mom was about to open the door. So, I moved slightly away from her and took the phone. It was some network issue and I resolved it quickly.

She thanked me, asked about my studies, talked for some time with mom and went way. That night, I got stronger feelings towards her (thanks to the morning incident). I developed a kind of possessiveness for her. I fixed in my mind that I will have her body at any cost. I knew it could be next to impossible.

But my heart convinced my mind to try. She became my lust goddess and I wanted to worship her at least once in my life. And thus, I began my big deception game. During that incident, I was in my sixth semester. I decided to join the gym in order to build a good body to woo her.

After a couple of days in the gym, I realized two things. First, it will take me several months to attain almost 50% of the body I wanted. Second, working out won’t serve to my actual goal if I couldn’t show it off to her. (I believed working out will attract attention).

So, I tweaked my approach and quit the gym. I bought few sets of dumbbells and decided to work out in the morning in my balcony from where both of us could see each other. This plan did work to some extent. Now I could look at her from open. And she also got a glance at me sweating every morning.

This went for a few weeks. One day she caught me staring at her cleavage from my balcony. It was just a second, that I turned away when she saw me. She didn’t react much and went in. I just wanted to bury my face in the deepest hole. But the line had been crossed.

From the next day, she started wearing a dupatta over her neck to cover her modesty. I got shattered. I knew it was because of me. Not only did I lose my day’s happiness, but also, I had degraded my image in her mind. I couldn’t face her. I felt lost. I wanted to apologize to her.

But I felt it would be better if this matter just fades away by not talking about it at all. My heart convinced me it’s still possible to reach my goal. I mustered all the hopes and started from level zero again. I knew if I stopped working out, she would understand my dirty intentions and that will be the end of all.

So, I continued my morning activities as usual and she went on doing her work. This went on for a month or so. My semester exam began in the following month. So, during those days instead of working out in the balcony, I started to sit and study there.

I did it intentionally to make her believe that, what happened that day was because of some sudden involuntary reaction. I didn’t have any evil thoughts. The game worked. She started smiling back at me whenever we crossed and talked like before. But she continued wearing the dupatta in the mornings.

Still, I felt happy that I had my image cleansed in her mind. That was a big progress in my deception. From that incident, I understood a couple of things. First, her thoughts could be manipulated with the correct triggers. It is hard, but not impossible.

Second, it is very important to make her build an image of me in her mind, in a way I want it to be. This will make her thought process about me in the way I want her to think. If I wish to tunnel her thinking towards my goal, I had to play with these two factors cleverly, in both emotional and subconscious levels.

To be continued.

Enaku thirumanam aagi iru kuzhanthaigal irukirathu, iru aan pasangalum suga prasavathil thaan piranthaargal. Ippozhuthu en vayathu 32 aagugirathu, ippozhuthu ellam en kanavan enudan udal uravu seivathe kidaiyaathu. Athu en endraal pundai perithaaga irupathaal avaruku irukam sariyaaga patha matingirathu.

Aanalum ennai santhoshap padutha vaarathirku oru muraiyaavathu ennai oothu viduvaar. Aanal avar maanathil sunniyil pothumaana irukam pathathathaal naan en kuthiyil kanju vantha udan avarin sunniyai vaaiyil vaithu umbi kai adithu thaan vara vaipen. Kanavar en idam oru naal chelam naan un suuthil en sunniyai vidava endru ketar?

Naan muthalil entha marupum sola vilai sari suuthil vitu kolungal endru sonen. En pundai than perithaaga irukume thavira en suuthu ootai sirithaaga thaan irukum. En kanavar sunni perithaaga 7.5” viraithu irukum, athai en kuthiyil vittu oothal inbamaaga irukum aanal suuthil vital ena aagap pogirathu endru paarungal.

Pillaigal iravil padukaiyil thungi viduvaargal, engal veetil iru araigal irukum athil oru arai thaniyaaga thaan irukum. Naangal engal pilaigalai thunga vaithu vittu maru araikul sendru eppozhuthum oopom, ithu nal varai naangal entha kaama padamum paarthathu kidaiyaathu aanal parka vendiya avasiyam vanthathu.

En kanavaridam naan suuthil othu kolungal endru sonathaiye maranthu poi viten, vazhakam pondru iravu aanathum pillaigal thunginaargal naangal maru araiku sendrom.

Indru konjam enaku muudu athigamaaga irunthathu, kanavar muthalil vazhakam pol ithazhil lip lock seithu mulaiyil vaai vaithu sappi kuthiyil naaku pottu ooka arambithaar.

Ippozhuthu ellam sunniyai naan kadaisiyaaga thaan sappugiren, en endraal athai vaaiyil vaithaal eduka niraiya neram aagum. Kanavar vazhakam pol sunniyai kuthiyil vittu ooka aarambithaar, haaaaaaaaaaa sugamaaga irunthathu.

Naan vaatamaaga iru kalgalai kuti oru pakamaaga paduthu kondu suuthai kanbithu kondu irunthen.

Appozhuthu en kuthi nandraaga thukalaaga theriyum athil vittu oothu sugam koduthu irunthaar. Oothu konde irukum pozhuthu pundaiyil vinthu varum sugam eer patathu, appozhuthu en pundaiyil irunthu sunniyai padak endru eduthu theriyaamal en suuthu ootaiyil kuthi vitar.

Appozhuthu ennai ariyaamal naan thudika aarambithu viten.

En udambu muzhuvathum thudika aarambithu vitathu, en kanavar ennai paarthu bayanthu poi vitar. Pinbu thaneer koduthu ennai amarthinaar, ennal atharku mel kamathaiye ninaithu parka mudiyaatha alavirku suuthu valithathu. En kanavar sorthu poi vitar, adutha naal ennal sariyaaga nadaka mudiya villai, utkaara mudiya villai.

Migavum kastap patten, pinbu en kanavar iru vaaram ennai ookave illai, en idam kaamam seiyalam endru ketkave bayanthaar. Pinbu naangal oru naal pasangal thungiyathum irukamaaga kati pidithu iruthom, kanavar en mulai meethu kai vaithu kondu thadavi irunthaar. Naan sari vaangal naam adutha araiku selalam endru sonnen.

Angu sendrathum en kanvar andru enna anathu endru ketar? Ennal valiyai thaangi kolave mudiya villai endru sonnen. Atharku avar ennai manithu vitu naan suuthil viduven endru enaku theriya villai, theriyaamal thaan viten endru sonnen.

Pinbu kanavar enaku kaama pdam pottu kanbithaar, ithil aangal pengal suuthil eppadi ookiraargal endru paar endru sonar.

Naan athai paarthen, pengal suuthil ookum pozhuthu sugathai anuba vaithu kondu irunthaargal. En kanavar naam inoru murai muyarchi seithu paarkalame endru sonar, en manathil thairiyathai vara vaithu kondu kanavarukaaga sari endru sonnen. Indru naan unaku valikaamal seigiren endru sonar, naan sari endru solli nightyai kayatinen.

Kanadiyil en suuthin azhagai paarthen, antha kaama pdathil kanbitha azhagigal polave en suuthum irunthathu. En manathil antha kaama azhagigal polave naanum oru azhagi endru ninaithu konden, kanavar ennai doggy nilaiyil vaithaar porumaiyaaga en suuthil oru viralai matum vaithu vida aarambithar.

Oru viralai matum vidum pozhuthu sugamaaga thaan irunthathu, pinbu avan vaaiyai suuthu ootaiyil vaithu naka arambithaar. Suuthu ootaiyil naaku podum pozhuthu kuthiyil ena sugam eer patatho athe sugam suuthilum eer patathu. Kanavar sexyaaga en suuthai nakinaar pinbu iru viralgalai vida aarambithar, sirithu vali eer patathu.

Athai naan sonnen valikirathu endru appozhuthu avan arugil iruntha ennaiyai en suuthil vittu viralgalai vida aarambithaar.

Ippozhuthu iru viralgal selum pozhuthu vali ilamal sugamaaga irunthathu, pinbu avan ennai orukalithu paduka vaithaar, intah nilaiyil en suuthu vaatamaaga therinthathu. Avar sunniyai en suuthil vaithu theika aarambithaar.

Avanin viralai vittu oopathu pol ulle vittu vittu eduthathaal suniyai eppozhuthu ulle vitu oopar enbathu pondru irunthathu.

Sunni mandaiyai porumaiyaaga suuthu ootaiyil iraka aarambithaar, sunni suuthil irungum pozhuthu muthalil vali eer patathu. Aanal naan antha kaama padathil azhagigal periya sunniyai suuthil oopathai manathil ninaithu kondru valiyai thaangi kolalam endru ninaithu konden.

Kanavar sunniyai porumaiyaaga asaithu asaithu ooka aaramithar, sunni mandaiyai padam endru irakaamal porumaiyaaga niraiya neram eduthu irakinaar. Ippozhuthu sunni paathi suuthil irangi irunthathu, ippozhuthu sunniyai nangu veliyil eduthu eduthu ulle iraka aarambithaar, vali paranthu sugam eer pada aarmbithathu.

En suuthu ootai nangu viriya aarambithathu, kanavar ippozhuthu suuthil ookum sugathai anuba vaika aarambithaar.

En mulaiyai kaiyil pidithu kondu pin puramaaga ennai irukamaaga kati pidithu kondu suuthil ooka aarambithaar. Haaaaaaaaaa ippozhuthu sunni suuthil irangum pozhuthu sugamaaga irunthathu, nangu othu konde irunthar.

Haaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaa endru munara aarambithen, ippozhuthu ennai doggy nilaiyil vaithu sunniyai muzhumaiyaaga ule vittu veliyil eduthu eduthu ooka aarambithaar.

Sunni nangu muzhuvathum ulle sela aarambithathu, en manathil thariyamum vanthathu, sexyaga suuthil othu konde irunthaar appozhuthu avaruku sugam thaangamal eppozhuthum en vaaiyil vidum kanjai suuthil irakinaar.

Sunni vinthu en suuthil varum pozhuthu suudaga naan athai unarnthen, kanavar appadiye ennai kati pidithu kondu paduthu irunthar. Aanal en kuthiyil innum oothu kanju vara vaika villai, ena seiyalam endru sinthithu irunthen.

Appozhuthu en kaiyai sunniyil vaithu thadavi viraika vaithu avar meethu eeri kuthiyil sunniyai vittu guthithu ooka aarambithen.

Haaaaaaaaaaaa sunni indru kuthiyil irangum pozhuthu sugamaaga irunthathu, en kanavan iru mulaiyil kai vaithu kondru irunthaar.

Nangu guthithu oothu konde irunthathil muudu eeri pundaiyil vinthu vanthathu. Kanavan sunni muzhuvathum en vinthu irunthathu, pinbu naan paduthu urangalam endu ninaithu suuthai en kanavan pakam kanbithu kondu uranginen.

Appozhuthu kanavan ennai kati pidithu kondu suuniyai mendum suuthil vitu ooka aarambithaar. Sunni suuthil irangum pozhuthu vali ilamal elithaaga suuthil irangiyathu. Avan en suuthai pidithu kondu vegamaaga adithu ooka aarambithaar. Ippozhuthu nandraaga suuthil oopathaal pat pat endra satham ketathu.

Sunni muzhuvathum suuthil irangiyathu, avan vidamal oothu konde irunthaar. Suuthil ookum pozhuthu satham ketathu aanal kaamathil athu ondrum perithaaga theriya villai. Avaruku pothum pothum endra varai oothu irandavathu muraiyaaga vinthai en suuthil irakinaar. Sirithu neram sunni en suuthile iruanthathu.

Naangal ondraaga mutham seithu kondu andru tired aagi nirvaanamaaga paduthu uranginom. Kalaiyil ezhuthathum munbu irunthathu pola illamal nadaga amara mudinthathu.

Ini en kanavan en suuthil sunniyai vittu oothalum sugam thaan. Ethanai perukum kidaikum suuthil ookum kanavan, ini eppozhuthum avar en suuthil oothu sugam tharuvaar.

Neengalum bayapadaamal ungal kanavaruku suuthu ootaiyil ooka vidungal, appozhuthu thaan avaragluku iraukam athigamaaga kidaithu ungalai adikadi ooka virumbuvaargal. En kanavan ippozhuthu vaarathirku mundru muraiyaavathu ennai oothu vidugiraar. Kathaiyai padithu rasithathrarku nandri.

Hello friends, aasha karta hoon ki aap sab besabri se meri kahani ka intezaar kar rahe hai. Is besabri ke liye dhanyawaad. Aaj ki kahana aap sabki favourite Shobha ki hai. Jo bhi ye episode pahli baar pad rahe ho unse kahunga ki aap ise padne se pahle season 1 se padna shuru kare. Taaki aapko sabhi characters ko pehchaan le.

Jo bhi mujhe mail mein messages aur apni sujhaaw dena chahte ho, ye raha mera mail id [email protected].

Seoaon II – PART 4: Shobha Ka Bank Loan Approval
Narrated by Shobha.

Hello dosto, main Shobha. Janti hoon aap sab kitne betaab hai meri zubani Kumar Apartment ki kahani sunne ko. To chaliye aaj aapko main kahani sunati hoon. Pichli raat Rakesh se ache se chudwayi aur sath hi Akash ko bhi hamare live sex ka manoranjan karwaya.

Subah uthi to kal raat ki baat soch man hi man muskura rahi thi. Tabhi palat kar bed par dekhi to Rakesh waha nahi tha. Main apna phone utha kar time dekhi to 9:05 baj rahi thi. Main turant uthi aur apni kal raat pehni babydoll ko pehanne lagi.

Fir sochi naah ye abhi sahi nahi hai pehanne ko. To fir ek sleeveless top aur bina panty pehanne ek shorts pehan li. Jhat se room se bahar nikal kar dekhi to Rakesh ko kahi nahi payi. Main turant apne room wapas aayi aur use phone lagayi.

Rakesh: Hey baby, good morning. Uth gayi?
Main: Shutup. Kaisi good morning? Kab gaye? Mujhe uthaye kyu nahi?
Rakesh: Are babu, socha kyu khamakha tumhe uthau. Abhi main airport mein check in karne wala hoon. 2 ghante baad hai flight.

Main: Jao mujhe nahi baat karni tumse, ek baar jaga dete.
Rakesh: Janu, gussa mat karo. 2 se 3 din ke baad to wapas aa hi jaunga.
Main: To kya? Huh
Rakesh: Offo ab gussa thuko. Please. I love you na.

Main: Hmmm! Ok. I love you too.
Rakesh: Haan umahh! Aur suno aaj na woh Maxis bank se ek aadmi ayega. Woh ek minute pahle hi phone kiya. Woh hamne apni anuversary ke liye jo foriegn trip plan ki thina, us ke liye.

Main: Foriegn trip ka bank wale se kya rista?
Rakesh: Woh actually tumhe bataya nahi tha, maine us trip ke kharche ke liye ek home loan apply kiya tha.
Main: Rakesh! Tum pagal ho kya? Loan kyu apply ki? Already tum do loan ka paisa bhar rahe ho, ek aur?

Rakesh: Sorry mere dimag se woh baat nikal gayi thi. Ab suno. Woh ayega ok, bas kuch documents mangega use de dena. Aur agar woh pooche kiss liye hai to bolna ki humare ghar ka kuch interior ka kaam hai. Trip ki baat mat batana.
Main: Tumhare dimaag mein kya chal raha hai. Kyu aisa sab kar rahe ho?

Rakesh: Aakar bataunga abhi mere pas samjhane ka time nahi jaan. Please use document de dena aur jaisa maine kaha waisa hi karna. Bas woh kuch tede mede sawal karega par kaise bhi usse loan sanction karwa lena.
Main: Hmmm ok!

Rakesh: Aur haan, Akash ko bolo kahi job ke liye bhi try kare. Aaj subah maa phone par uske bare main pooch rahi thi.
Main: Hmmm ok theek hai theek hai.
Rakesh: Theek hai main tumhe waha pahunch kar phone karta hoon.

Main: Ok, love you, take care, time pe khana sab kha lena.
Rakesh: Haan theek hai, love you honey. Bye
Itna kahte hi uska phone cut ho gaya. Phone ko bed par phek main muh fulayi baithi rahi ki Rakesh mujhe jagaya nahi.

Fir time dekhi to 9:10 hone ko thi. To sochi apne liye chai bana loon. Main bathroom gayi, fresh hui aur fir kitchen ko jakar apne liye chai banane lagi, chai thodi zyada banayi nahi to baad mein Akash ke liye firse banani padti. Tab Akash ke bare mein sochi aur meri friend Neha ka khayal aaya.

Neha Patel, woh is apartment main rahti hai. Uska textile ka kafi bada import export ka business hai. Yun to thodi moti hai par kafi madatgaar hai. Main sochne lagi ki kyu na Akash ke liye usse koi baat karu job ki. Main turant use phone lagayi.

Neha: Hello Shobha, how are you?
Main: Am good yaar. Tum batao!
Neha: I am good too, kaise yaad ki?
Main: Ek help chahiye thi yaar.

Neha: Woh to pata chal hi gaya mujhe, tu bas bol.
Main: Ha ha ha! ok ok! Woh na mere hasband ka bhai aaya hua hai yaha.
Neha: Akash?
Main: Haan par tum kaise jaani usko?

Neha: Ha ha ha! Kal Bhawna mili thi mujhe party mein.
Main: Oho to tum bhi thi us party mein.
Neha: Haan par main jaldi hi nikal gayi kal. Usi ne bataya tere dewar ke bare mein.

Main: Agar usne kuch ulta seedha bola mere aur Akash ke bare main to sach mat samajhna. Woh kamini kafi badboli hai.
Neha: Ok! Main janti hoon, uski aadhi baat jhoot hi hai. Ab bolo kya help chahiye thi?

Main: Woh tumhare company mein kuch kaam milega kya use?
Neha: Hmmm! Woh kya pada hai?
Main: M.Com.
Neha: Tu mujhe thodi time de. Main apne manager se baat karke batati hoon uske liye koi opening hai ya nahi.

Main: Sure, thanks Neha.
Neha: Koi baat nahi. Agar koi position hui to bilkul milegi use.
Main: Thanks Neha, thanks a lot.
Neha: Bye
Main: Bye dear.

Phone kat karke ke rakhi to dekhi Akash ka WhatsApp pe ek message aaya hua hai.
Akash(WhatsApp): Hi, good morning. Bhaiya chale gaye kya?

(Iske baad to aapko season 2 ke episode 1 se pata hi hai ki kya hua. Ab us episode ke baad ka kissa batati hoon.)

Kareeb 11 baje Akash apne room se bilkul tip top hokar nikla interview ke liye. Living ke sofe pe baith main use dekh boli: Oh, mr formal, bade ache lag rahe ho.

Akash sharmata hua mere paas aaya aur bola: Kya bhabhi, mujhe bhaga rahi ho. Dekh lena aap bore ho kar pak jaogi.
Main: Are, tumhare liye hi to kar rahi hoon.
Akash: Hmmm! Ok thanks. Waise aapki friend ka office kidhar hai?

Main: Office nahi, aaj woh apne ghar par hi hogi. Yahi 2 floor upar. Flat number message karti hoon.
Akash: To kya interview nahi hai?

Main: Interview hi hai par office ke jagah ghar par hai woh to tumhe wahi bhejne ko boli. Ab zyada sawal mat karo, late jana hai kya. Khamakha galat impression mat banao.

Akash: Ok ok! theek hai. Aap unko boldo ki main abhi aunga.
Main: Haan theek hai chalo ab jao aur job lekar aana warna peetungi.
Hum dono hasne lage aur mujhe bye bolta hua Akash ghar se chala gaya. Akash ke jaate hi maine ek message kar di Neha ko ki Akash aa raha hai jispar usne ek ok ka message reply ki.

Kuch 15 se 20 minute mein aise hi chanal badal kar TV dekh rahi thi ki tabhi door bell baji. Main sochi shayad Akash hoga, bewakoof zaroor kuch bhul gaya hoga. Ye soch main jakar door open ki. Samne formals pehna ek hath mein corporate bag ke sath ek handsome sa banda kareeb 30 sal ka mere samne khada tha.

Main: Yes, aap kaon?
Woh: Madam main Naveen, Naveen Roy from Maxis bank.
Tab yaad aayi ki main Rakesh ki boli hui baat bilkul bhool hi gayi. Itni bhooli ki main apni shleevless top aur shorts bhi badalna bhool gayi.

Main: Oh ok. woh loan ki kuch silsile mein, right?
Naveen: Yes madam.
Main door puri open kar use andar aane ko boli. Usne mujhe pura upar se neeche dekha ki main kitni choti si shorts pehni hui thi. Shayad isi liye usne mujhse poocha.

Naveen: woh aapko sir ne bataya nahi tha kya ki main aunga. Maine unhe subah call kiya tha.
Main: Ha haan woh bataye to the par main bhool gayi, sorry. Please aayiyena andar.

Naveen meri tango se nazar hatata hua ghar mein ghusa aur living ko chala aaya.
Main: Please sit. Baithiye.

Naveen sofe par baith gaya aur meri tango se nazar na milate hue apne bag se kuch paper aur apna laptop nikalne laga. Main theek uske samne wali sofe par baithi aur use dekhne lagi. Woh sabhi paper ko padne aur apna laptop on kar mujhse bola: To kitne saal hue aapko is ghar ko lekar.

Main: Yahi kuch do saal.
Naveen: To jab aap log yaha shift hue to ghar ka renovation nahi kiya tha?
Main: Nahi darasal ham kafi hadbadi mein yaha shift hue the. Aur us waqt ghar lene mein kafi paise kharch hue to renovation baad ke liye rakha.

Naveen: Ok, mr Rakesh ne 8 lakh ka home loan apply kiya hai.
Main sochne lagi 8 lakh bhala woh kyu loan le raha hai foriegn trip ke liye? Usne mujhe is bare mein kuch bhi nahi bataya.
Main: Ha.. haan 8 lakh.

Naveen: 8 lakhme ho jayega kya is ghar ka pura renovation?
Main: Hmmm haan, actually ham zyada nahi karwa rahe. Bas kitchen aur bedroom ka furnishing karwa rahe hai.
Naveen: Ok madam.

Main: it’s fine aap mujhe Shobha bula sakte hai.
Neveen muskurate hue laptop main kuch type karne laga.
5 minute baad woh bola: Thoda problem hai madam, I mean Shobha.
Main: Matlab?

Naveen: Mr Rakes ne already 2 loan le rakhi hai, ek personal aur ek car loan.
Mien: Haan personal li thi is ghar ka down payment ke liye.
Naveen: Actually ye thoda problem ho sakta hai, kyu ki jab tak ye koi ek loan pura na bhar de ham ek aur loan shayad nahi de sakte.

Main sochne lagi ki main aur Rakesh pichle do sal se foriegn trip jaane ki soch rahe hai. Main kisi bhi halat mein jana chahti thi. Meri sari saheliya ja chuki hai apne husband ke sath aur main ab tak nahi gayi. Apni saheliyo ke bich status maintain karne ke liye kisi bhi halat mein mujhe ye trip jani hi thi jald se jald.

Main: Woh timely sara EMI to bhar hi rahe hai. Aaj tak ek bhi payment delay nahi kiye hai.
Naveen: Yes Shobha. We appreciate it, par bank ke apne niyam hai jiske anusar woh 2 mese jab tak koi ek loan pura na bhar de tab tak woh koi aur loan nahi le sakte.

Main: Par agar woh sara payment timely kar rahe hai to bank unpar bharosa kar hi sakta haina.
Naveen: Yes Shobha, hamara unpar pura bharosa hai. Par ye sirf hamare hi nahi, har bank ka niyam hai.

Main: Please Naveen dekhona kuch to hal hoga iska.
Mere muh se Naveen sunte hi woh pahle meri ankho mein dekha. Aur fir uski nazar meri tango par. Aur fir meri jangho par gayi. Aur fir usne gale se thuk ka eh ghunt utara.

Isse mein samajh gayi ki isse meri nangi tange dekh kafi maza aur tension ho raha hai. Fir mujhe ek idea aayi aur mein turant uthi aur boli: Ek minute Naveen main ek baar apne husband se baat kar leti hoon.
Naveen: Husband se? par woh bole the ki unka aaj koi flight hai.

Main sochi ki kya bewakoofi boli maine, aur boli: Woh haan par agar shayad flight delay hui hogi to woh phone uthale.
Naveen: Haan ok, baat kar lijiye.

Main jhat se apne room ko gayi door band ki aur Rakesh ke jagah Akash ko phone ki.
Akash: Hello Shobha.
Main: Kaisa chal raha hai interview?
Akash: Ab tak to oi problem nahi hai, sab theek hi chal raha hai.

Main: Ok to tum kab tak wapas aaoge?
Akash: Woh pata nahi, Shobha.
Main: Ok ok jab bhi aao to aane se pahle mujhe ek baar call kar dena.
Akash: Ok par kya…

Main aur kuch sunne nahi gayi aur phone cut kar di. Iske baad main wapas living room ko gayi. Is baar Naveen ke bagal mein jakar baithi aur muh latkane ka natak kar usse boli: Meri baat hui unse, please woh bol rahe hai ki kaise bhi aapko manale. Woh bole woh bina kisi delay ka sara payment karenge.

Naveen: Please madam, I mean Shobha. Ye bank ke niyam ke anusar galat hai. Mujhe ye baat report karni hi padegi.

Main apni tango par tang rakh uske taraf mudkar baithi. Chehre se udasi hatakar bhawro ko toda upar kar muskuraati hui boli: Aur agar tum na report karo to? To kya woh loan de denge?

Naveen: Ha, matlab, mujhe karna padega hi.
Woh table se ek form uthaya aur bola: Is form mein maine already loan disapproved ka stamp mar diya hai. I can’t help Shobha. Chalo main nikalta hoon.

Main apni ek hath uski jangho par pant ke upar rakh boli: Kya tum shadi shuda ho?
Naveen mere hath ko apne jangho par dekh bola: No.

Main: Socho agar tum shadi shuda ho aur tum apni biwi ko kush dekhne ke liye use ek acha ghar dena chaho. Aur woh na hua to tumhari biwi ko kaisa lagega.
Naveen: Par…par meri shadi nahi hui na.

Main uske thodi aur kareeb hokar ankho mein nasha aur chehre par adaa daal kar boli: To kuch der ke liye mujhe apni biwi samajh lo aur socho mujhe kitna bura lagega.

Naveen muskurata hua apna sar thoda peeche hatakar bola: Please Shobha, tum ye sab ek galat admi se bol rahi ho. Insabse main apna kaam nahi bhoolne wala.

Mujhe yakeen tha ki ab tak ye meri tango ko ghur raha tha. To iska ispar kuch to asar hua hi hoga aur theek aisa hi hua. Jab main apni hath iski jangho se uthakar theek iske pant par lund ke upar sahlan lagi. Jo ab kafi sakt tha andar.

Main uske lund ko sahlati hui boli: To agar meri baato ka koi asar nai hone wala to ye kis karan hua?
Woh ekdam sa hakbakata hua khada hone ki koshish karne laga. Tabhi main uske pant par uske tane lund ko pakad use wapas baitha di.

Main uthi aur uske jangho ke dono taraf apni janghe lagakar uski god mein baithi. Uske kandho par hath rak uske muh ke pas jakar boli: Dekho mujhe, kya tum mujhe naraz karoge, agar main tumhari biwi hoti to? Bolo?

Naveen par meri baato ka asar ho raha tha. Uski ankho mein hawas ka rang utar raha tha. Par shayad woh ab bhi hichkicha raha tha aur bola: Par par ye galat hai. Mera kaam ke khelaaf hai ye.

Main tab uske tane hue lund par pant ke upar se apne shorts pe chut ke hisse ko kamar hilati hui dheere dheere ragadi. Aur boli: socho kya tum apne kaam ko apni biwi ke liye thodi der nahi bhoolte?

Naveen ko meri short ke andar chut ka uske pand ke andar lund par ragad kafi maza dene aur uksaane laga. Woh bola: Par tumhara husband. Unka kya?
Uske is sawal se main samajh gayi ki loan approved ho hi gaya. Bas itna sochti hui main uske ek hath ko pakdi.

Aur neeche lejakar apni choot par shorts ke upar se satakar boli: Meri doosri zaroorate bhi hai jo woh kabhi poora nahi kar paate.
Naveen meri shorts par chut ko sahlane laga. Kyu ki maine koi panti andar nahi penhi thi. Uski ungliyo ko meri choot ka akaar saaf mahsoos ho rahi thi. Aur to aur main thodi gili bhi ho chuki thi.

Naveen: Agar unko pata chal gaya to?
Main kamar hilati hui uske hath par apni chut ko shorts ke upar ragadti hui boli: Tum agar bank mein na batao to main bhi apne pati ko kabhi nahi bataungi.

Meri is baat ka uspar kafi acha asar hua. Uska hath ab meri chut par aur zor se ragadne lagi. Main samajh gayi ki maamla ab poori tarah se mere hath mein hai.
Main: Hmmmm, Naveen. To kya loan sactioned?

Woh meri ankho main ankh daal dekhne laga. Par mere sawal ka koi jawab nahi diya. To main choot ke upar shorts par rakhi uska hath pakad kar uthayi. Aur apni shorts main ghusati hui meri nangi geeli choot par rakh di. Woh ek hi baar mein apne dusre hath mein pakde us disapproved ka stamp laga hua form sofe par pheka aur bola: Yes. Yes sanctioned.

Main kuch na sochi aur uske honto se hont milakar use chumne lagi.
Main: I love you, Naveen.
Naveen mujhe chumta hua bola: Me too, love you Shobha.

Hum dono kafi paglo ki tarah ek dusre ko kiss karne lage. Uska hath meri choot ko sahlata hua mujhe aur bhi pagal kar rahi thi. Woh apne dusre hath se mere balo mein apna hath phasa kar mujhe apne taraf kheech kar kiss karta. aur saath hi choot ko hath se shorts ke andar khel mujhe sex ke liye uksata ja raha tha.

Aur fir uska do ungli meri choot mein dheere se gaya jispar meri muh se chumne ke bich aah nikal gayi. Main kiss ko thodi aur ankhe band kar sar upar kar apni kamar ko upar neeche karne lagi. Woh apna 2 ungli bina hilaye seedha khada rakha. Jisse main uchalti hui ungli chodhwane lagi.

Thodi der baad main nashe se choor ankho ke sath use dekhi. Fir uska hath apni shorts se bahar nikal kar uske god se neeche utari. uski jangho ko phailati hui uske bich floor par apne ghutno par baith gayi. Main dheere se uski pant ka belt kholi.

Aur fir pant aur fir uske pant aur underwear ko ek sath pakad kar neeche kheech kar uska lund bahar nikali. Ispar woh mujhe roka aur bola: Kya main apna pant khol doon?
Main sochi ye kya sawal tha aise iske bich.

Naveen: Woh iske baad mujhe wapas bank jakar tumhare husband ki sari documents jama karni hai.
Main samajh gayi ki woh apna kapda ganda nahi karne ki baat kar raha tha. To is par main neeche jhuki aur uska shoe pahle khol pheki.

Aur fir upar akar uske pant aur underwear pakad pura neeche edi tak kheech use usse alag kar sofe par phek di. Fir woh aram se peet ke bal leta. Main uske lund ko apne hath se pakad pahle dheere dheere hilane lagi. Woh meri ankho mein ankhe milata hua muskuraya.

Fir main dheere se uske lund ke pas gayi aur uske lund ke sar ko chumne lagi. Woh apna sar peeche ko kar ankhe band kar maze lene laga. Main bhi uske lund ke naye swaad ka maza lene lagi. Uske lund par apna jeeb ghumane ke baad use apne muh mein dheere se ghusaayi.

Fir dheere dheere chusne lagi. Naveen ke muh se halki halki aah nikalne lagi aur uski aah ko badhane ke liye uske lund ko aur zor zor se chusne lagi. Kabhi kabhi apne danto se uske lund ke gale par kat marti halke se. Jispar uski aah zor ki nikalti.

Apne sar ko upar neeche hilati hui uske lund ko apne muh mein chodne lagi. Sath hi apne ek hath se neeche apne shorts mein choot ko masalti hui khud ko bhi maza dene lagi. Thodi der uske lund ko ache se choosne ke baad apne muh se use nikali.

Aur zor se hatho se hilati hui apna sar neeche lejakar uske ando ko chatne lagi. Woh maze main aah oh karta ankhe band kar leta raha. Lund ke muh par apni ungli se sahlati hui uske ando ko muh mein lekar chusne lagi. Use kafi maza aa raha tha aur ab woh thodi zor se siskariyan bhar raha tha.

Thodi der ando ko chusne ke baad mein uske lund ko zor se hilane lagi. fir wapas muh mein lekar chusne lagi. Hath se hilati aur apna sar hilati hui apni muh mein uska lund chudhwati hui use jald hi mein uski charm seema par le aayi.

Naveen: Oh Shobha! Ahh, mera nikalne wala hai.

Itna kahte hue usne meri muh mein apna sara gada garm muth 4 se 5 pichkari marta hua de mara. Meri muh uske muth se bhar gayi aur mein uth khadi hokar uske paas aayi. Uske sar ko pakad usse dikhati hui apna muh khol kar dikhayi. Mera muh uske muth se bhara hua hai.

Fir sofe par padi form ko lekar usme sara muth thook kar use nechood kar muskurati hui boli: Oops ye to disapproval form tha, main sochi tissue paper hai.
Is par woh hasa aur bola: Waise bhi woh waste paper tha. Chalega.

Main: Kya naya form mere bed room chalkar fill kare?
Woh zor ki saans chodta hua apni wrist watch dekha aur bola: Tension mat lo Shobha, samjho tumhare husband ka loan approved. Par uske liye main ek bar firse verification ke liye aunga.

Main: Firse? Abhi kyu nahi.
Naveen: Haan, mujhe wapas bank jana hoga. Tumhari form samjho main pura bhar dunga. Bas ek do sign kardo abhi ke liye baki main dekh lunga.
Main uske god main baith uske kandhe par hath rakh kar boli: To kab aaoge agli verification ke liye?

Naveen: Kal. Kal main chutti le lenga. Kal Saturday hai aur tumhare husband bhi 3 din ke liye nahi haina. Unhone mujhe aisa hi kaha call mein.

Main sochne lagi ki Rakesh to nahi hai par Akash ka kya karu. Woh to yahi hai. ispar main sochi aur boli: Ek kaam karo tum apna number de jao. Apna ek card de jao. Jab main akeli bina kisi kaam ke free rahungi tab tumhe bataungi.

Naveen kuch sochne laga aur fir bola: Card to main laya nahi. Hadbadi mein bhool gaya. Par number lelo.

Itna kahte hue woh pen uthaya aur meri gori chikni jangho par apna phone number likh kar bola: Isse badiya jagah aur kaha likhne ko.

Iske baad ham uthe aur woh apna pant pehanne ke baad khud ko ready kiya. Fir bank ke 1-2 form par yaha waha meri sign li aur mujhe honto par ek kiss kar ke bola: Meet you soon, Shobha.
Main ankh marti hui boli: I will be waiting.

Woh nikla aur main door band kar apne sar par hath marti hui boli: Huff, hai bhagwaan pata nahi kaise ab is baat ko zindgi bhar mein Rakesh se chupaungi.

Itna kahti hui main sofe par ja baithi. Apne muh mein ab bhi aati hui uske muth ka swaad chakhti hui muskurane lagi khud ba khud. Fir sofe par dhyan se dekhi to ek visiting card dekhi. Uthakar dekhi to uspar na koi address na koi company ka naam.

Bas ek dil ka nishan aur side mein naam ‘Devilslove’. Main sochi ye kiska hai, Naveen ka to nahi ho sakta kyu ki woh to us sofe par baitha tha. Fir yaad aaya ye zaroor Akash ka koi karamat hoga. Warna aise bachkani harkat Naveen jaise kaam dhande wale logo ki to nahi hogi.

To be continued.

The Outline

It was the year of 2006 and just four days before my marriage. I was marrying a wealthy landlord. The story starts when I decided to see some mehendi designs. On a side note, I was allergic to mehendi kind of stuff. That’s why I decided to do it before one.

To talk about me, I have an athletic figure. A 5,6inch tall girl with fair complexion and medium size boobs and broad ass and long hair till my thighs. I finished my post-graduation in the university but never was in any relationship I had a reputation as a ‘studious, docile and Savitri girl’ in the colony.

Back to the story. A few of the relatives had gathered in our house due to some rituals. My sister called for mehendi vala guy who was considered the best in the town. He was the guy from our neighborhood and I disliked him a lot. Hari, his name, used to pass comments on our group of girls near the bus stop.

He boasted about his camera phone which his cousin sent him from Japan. But after his insult in the colony because of clicking pictures of girls then he started the mehendi thing. Nevertheless, we waited all day long but he never came. We all contacted him but in vain.

In the late evening, I changed to my sleep dress that was a loose t-shirt and lower. It was not very hot but I always liked coolness. But to my surprise, he showed up late in the evening near dinner time. I was half slept at that point because of the tiredness from the shopping I was doing for three days.

The Incident
My younger sister Manu came with the Hari. He was an average looking guy and he was nearly 23-24 years old. He said sorry for coming late and he started showing designs. I told him that I am allergic to this. He said that he will apply it slowly which will not make any problem.

My friend chose the design and he started working on it. I was having a headache at that point too. I sat on the floor with my arms stretched before on my knees and asked Manu for tea. She said that she will take time because all the other guests were asking for it too.

My mother and other aunties came into the chubara and told the mehendi guy to do the best job. I told them that I am having a headache so please go outside. They went outside leaving me and Hari. When he started doing his work, I felt like vomiting due to the smell.

I told him to stop and covered my face with a cloth and closed my eyes. He laughed saying that it will smell for a few minutes. In all the things, I totally forgot that I am not wearing any bra underneath. I was sitting on the floor with my back resting on the sofa behind me.

My night t-shirt was very loose and the lower was kind of Capri and it was tight. In a few minutes, I totally went to sleep with my face covered with a hanky. When I woke up Manu was standing before me with tea. Hari applied mehendi from my arm to my elbow.

Manu then laughed at my condition and told me that today you will have to bear it all. She then told me that she had work and went again. I started drinking tea but I noticed Hari staring at my boobs. I thought that maybe he has found that I was not wearing a bra.

My medium-sized boobs with big brown nipples were poking out. He stood up looking at me and closed the door of the room. I found that act suspicious and asked about it to him. What he said next was shocking for me that made me went lifeless. He took out his mobile and showed it to me.

The mobile which he boasted was because of the good light and flash of the mobile. The pictures were reasonably good. I was shocked at what I saw on his mobile. He was taking my pictures when I was sleeping. I was speechless and shocked.

He said, “God is great. I always wanted to take revenge from you who made my reputation worst in the street, sali. Look at this, I have pictures to ruin your reputation too. That too with the same mobile you talked to others.” He showed me all the other pictures.

I felt like God just punished me for taking him lightly. He took my boob pictures with flash. The pictures were showing my entire boobs with poking nipples because of the loose t-shirt. The pictures were crystal clear with my face. To my shock, he also took my close pussy outline shots.

I was not wearing any panties at that time. So, my pubic hair and vagina outline were visible in the tight Capri. Moreover, I was sitting with knees slightly apart which made it look more outlined. I was shocked at this. He did this all while I was sleeping and I had no idea of it.

I was blaming myself for not wearing anything and for mehendi experiment. He was smiling wickedly at me and said, “Look sali, you will not want me to show these pictures to anybody else. That too before your marriage. I didn’t come early because I don’t want to apply mehendi on you. But as oldies say, everything happens for the good.”

Then he laughed again and showed another vulgar picture and it blew me off. It was his erect black dick just on my lips in the picture. I went numb at that point. I was speechless looking at that picture. It was like that I have given a blowjob to this guy.

He told me that if I don’t do what he wants, he will send them before my family members can do anything about him. The internet was not that popular at that time. But Orkut and email were getting popularity at that time in the university. I don’t want others to see me nude on Orkut or via email.

He told me, “If I face any problem then you will face many more problems. So shut up and do what I say and I promise I will not send these to anyone.” I was nearly on the verge of crying at that moment, remembering those fake things I told about him to other females of the colony.

Meanwhile, he sensed my numbness. He suddenly placed his hand in my one boob and started pressing it looking at my face. I tried to remove his hand but he was much powerful than me. There was no one on the chubara and all were on the ground floor.

I closed my eyes at that time and felt his pressing on the boobs. He then had a grip of my long braid and told, “This is the thing you are proud of and your beauty and height. Now see how I make you a sasti randi as you made me a gunda and pervert in the colony.”

He then made me stand by pulling my long braid and made me lie on the bed. He also came above me and started lip-locking with me. I was trying to avoid the lip-locks but in vain. He then gave me a soft slap on my cheek.

He said, “Look, bitch, I know you go to university here and university girls know everything. So, do what I ask you to do and everything will be fine. Girls like you who behave like sati Savitri are whores. I heard that you too had a boyfriend at the university.”

I was thinking of running from chubara and telling him my parents. I was like that they will beat him and grab his phone. I will delete all the pictures. I tried to stand up quickly and to throw him off myself. But my 5,6inch frame was not sufficient to do this to a 6 feet guy.

The mehendi hand was also involved and the mehendi came off my arm. He knew what to do. He grabbed my vagina over the lower and the act made me sit right there on the bed. I was now pleading to him saying, “Please leave me, Hari. I am sorry for all those things. My parents’ reputation is at stake, please leave me. I can give you money but don’t do anything with me.”

But he then told, “My parents had reputation too bitch which you spoiled.” I was now sure that he will not back off. I knew that I have no other option now. I was fearing sex the most just before my marriage. I did not want to lose my virginity just before my marriage.

But Hari had no time to waste and he tried a lip lock but I didn’t respond. He then started pressing my boob with his one hand while kissing lips and cheeks. His other hand was still on my vagina. I could not feel my legs due to vagina grab. I was just sitting there thinking nothing and seeing what he was doing.

Both boobs and vagina were my sensitive parts. The grab and press movements forced me to moan a little. He laughed and got encouragement and sat down on the bed and lowered my t-shirt below my boobs to reveal my untouched boobs. He was dazzled by watching my boobs again and had a long look at them.

He then immediately started pressing them with both hands. He was pinching my nipples with his thumb and crushing with one finger which made me moan a little louder. He then took them in his mouth and started sucking them as they were mangoes.

It made my one hand go automatically in his hair because I was feeling this for the first time. My body was responding to every touch and kiss. He then told me while kissing my cheeks, “I heard that your husband is of my height. So, you are lucky as I am giving a demo to you of your husband.”

A guy I disliked the most was sitting beside me in my house with nearly 15 people on the ground floor and sucking my boobs just four days before my marriage. He then lowered his pant and to my shock took out his erect dick. Before I could see it fully, he took my one hand and placed it on his hot rod.

I tried not to touch it but he placed his hand on my hand on his dick. I was feeling a long hot organ in my hand which was hard and hot. He laughed looking at my reaction and started boob sucking again. He then tilted me towards him.

Before I could understand, my face was millimeters away from his dick. His hand was inside my lower and was on my broad ass. He then forced my head on his dick and firstly it hit my cheeks and lips. But ultimately, he succeeded in entering his dick inside my mouth.

Oh god, I felt so dirty at that moment. It tasted salty and it was smelly too. He then fastened my long braid to his arm and I was in full control of him. His grabbed my one butt and tilted me more on him. My one knee was on the bed. I was lying on the bed on my belly with his dick in my mouth and his hand rubbing my asshole.

My bare boobs were on his thigh and were getting squeezed there. He was lifting my head and lowering it with the help of my long braid. He was giving him a blowjob from me by controlling my movement by the braid. I did not know that he was making a video by placing the mobile on the sofa in the front.

Then someone knocked the door. He quickly stood and lifted his lower. I also adjusted myself. He wore another t-shirt from his bag because the earlier one had mehendi on it while I was trying to get out of his hold. He then took the mobile from the sofa and smiled towards me.

I was the biggest dumb person at that time. I did not notice his mobile in the front while all was happening. He recorded all of the action happened. He then looked at me and opened the door. It was my sister Manu who was surprised to see my mehendi being ruined.

She enquired and Hari told her that she slipped while standing because of sleep effect. Then she said that she completed all the tasks and will stay there to keep me awake. Hari was a little disappointed at that. He applied mehendi and went after some time. I was thinking of what he will do next and when.