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Hey slutty, pretty, submissive men and women. Thank you so much for your sweet appreciation for my 1st part of the story. If you didn’t read it, please do so.

Continuing the story, Sara gets attracted to James due to his Masculine Dominant nature. She becomes submissive even though she is a dominatrix.

At the office, when James came, Sara was doing work in her office room.

James: (After entering) Hey babe, busy?

Sara (Boss): Shut the door, dear.

James: Yeah. (Closed the door and situated on the chair in front of Sara)

Sara (Boss): You completed the work I gave you yesterday?

James: (Remembering the things) Yes, I did it. I will mail you in a few time.

Sara (Boss): Cool James!, I thought you didn’t complete it because of the steamy sexual things we had last night.

James: (With a professional smile) Yes, I did. Because I am not distracted by anything, for a man, work should be the priority every time.

Sara (Boss): You know, that’s why even though you are my employee, I am happy to obey you.

James: (With a winner smile) Good girl, but are you OK to do it here?

Sara (Boss): Don’t ask me, dear. Tell me, handsome.

James: I am asking you because we are in the office. If we are at home now, I don’t care to ask you anything. If I want, I will take it.

Sara (Boss): (Blushing) You’re right. No one is here. Just tell me, please. And also I want to give you a promotion. I want to make you a Manager. All your age professionals will be handled and led by you. I like to make others follow a dominant man. And from now on, I will take care of everything you want, you need, anything. Just tell me.

James: Cool, babe. I will be happy to lead all, including you.

Sara (Boss): (Blushing) You can do as you want.

With his naturally dominant nature, James impressed his boss and got what he wanted. He is a sharp-minded guy with a controlling and lead-taking mind. His knowledge and controlling senses practice worked. He is on the way to success both personally and professionally.

James: OK, give me a blowjob now.

Sara (Boss): (Gets embarrassed) Now?

James: Now, go down to the table and start. Don’t worry, I locked the door. No one will see it. For others, you will be her boss. But a slut to me. So, do it now.

Sara (Boss): (With a submissive smile) OK, master.

She has excellent blowjob skills. She started sucking and licking his black dick. Gradually, getting wet. She is giving him from down the table so it is a very turn-on thing.

James was sitting, spreading his legs while his boss sucking his dick on the knees below the table. Her lipstick and saliva are kissing his black dick 2-3 times in every suck. He is enjoying the view and sucking. They both are doing it professionally and quietly.

It is enjoyable, you can’t imagine how much good it was. The dick also had some hairs which are going in her mouth, giving her a kinky taste with every suck. James had taken his balls out, and her boss started licking his balls smoothly and kissing them.

James: Going good bitch, do it slowly and lick all sweat of my cock and balls.

Sara (Boss): As you say, daddy.

James: (After some time) OK, stop.

Sara (Boss): But why master? You didn’t cum till now. Did I make a mistake? Should I spread my legs for you?

James: No, my bitch. I am not a jerk, I will not cum in 2-5 minutes. I don’t want to waste my special cum doing nothing much.

Sara (Boss): (With a sad face) you don’t like my blowjob master. I am sorry, I will do it better now or if you want to punish me. Then I am happy to accept it.

James: (Smiling) You did it better than the previous time. And, of course, I will punish you if I wish. But now, I don’t want to waste it. We will have a session. I will play with you, your genitals, punish you. Then I will give you my cum.

Sara(Boss): I never heard this from a guy. This is the best blowjob I gave to any man in the last few years. You are a dominant master.

James: Look slut, a man should always cum if he is sub or feels sub to a woman. I am different. I am a cruel, professional, sadist, and a lot you can think of.

Sara (Boss): I love you, my master.

James: You must.

Sara (Boss): But we can’t do it in real, master.

James: Don’t say this to me when I am in the mood.

Sara (Boss): I am sorry, master, but I want to discuss something with you. Can I master it?

James: Good, always go with rules and etiquette.

Sara (Boss): I will master.

James: Tell me fast, you bitch.

Sara is down on the table on their knees, and James is sitting on a chair.

Sara (Boss): Thank you, master. So, we have a conference with other CEOs of a group of companies in Bengaluru tomorrow. So, I have to go there as a representative of our company.

James: Oh, I got it. But on my 4 conditions. And tell me how many days the conference will be on?

Sara (Boss): I have no other options than fulfilling your conditions, master. Just tell me. And it is of 3-4 days.

James: Cool. So till then, I will live in your house, in your bedroom. You will not touch any man there without my permission. If you get any sexy submissive girl or married couple, you will connect her | them with me. And the last thing, you will take my underwear, which I will prepare for you with my manly smells and juices.
Sara (Boss): (her face gets red with blushing and smiling) OK, master. These are superb conditions I would love to follow. Can you please tell me what type of kinky girl or people you want? I have many subs and connections.

James: That’s interesting. Look, my orientation is to dominate within daily life for fun, sex, submission, and else. But to make it easy, find some submissive and cuckold couple for now.

Sara (Boss): One is here, in front of you, master.

James: I know my slut. I made plans already for it. For now, search for young or just married couples.

Sara (Boss): I am getting so excited, master. And one more thing, my daughter is also house, do you want to do with her? Please take care of her as she is very shy and small for me, master.

James: (With a devil smile) That’s none of your business slut, just go. I will take care of your cuckold husband and little girl. I know what I am doing. But I will do it professionally. Just go.

Sara (Boss): I am sorry, master. She is my daughter. And as a mom, I am saying. And I trust you, master. Just take it slow as she is shy and afraid of devil men like you.

James: Trust me, and don’t try to teach me my work.

Sara (Boss): Thank you, master. So, I will leave in the evening, at 8 pm. When should I come to take your underwear master?

James: Come at 5 pm. I will go early for home. But don’t cut my half day leave, OK?

Sara (Boss): Of course, master, as you say, don’t tell you’re going home. Others will get things on mind, you know.

James: I can understand, babe.

With this, they hugged each other tightly. Soon, they started kissing, and the door knocked suddenly. Sara feared as her makeup was disturbed because of a sloppy blowjob and smooching. James took charge of the situation, took her to the washroom, and opened the door.

Smita, a junior HR is at the door. About her, she is a hot milf married for the last few years but doesn’t have kids. She is a black woman with a large ass and big lips, like African girls.

Smita (HR): Where is the boss?

James: (Without hesitating and confidently looked at her) In the washroom.

Sara (Boss): (A little afraid but managed to be in a good manner) Yes, Smita, anything you want to tell?

Smita (HR): Yes, madam, the file for your conference is ready. And your flight ticket also.

Sara (Boss): Drop it on my table, and you can leave.

Smita (HR): Sure madam.

James doubted as he thought Smita might have heard something between him and the boss. In the evening, Sara arrived at his flat. He opened the door. She entered. They hugged each other.

Sara (Boss): You are living alone, dear?

James: Yes, but soon my mom and dad will be here.

Sara (Boss): Oh, I see. Don’t you have any sister?

James: Yes, I have. She is working in Bangalore. Maybe she will also come here in the future.

Sara (Boss): That’s a great master.

James: Keep everything private. Soon, I will tell you about kinky events when the time comes.

Sara (Boss): Sure, master.

James started caressing her. He started playing with her boobs as they have a good size. They are making love and enjoying each other. After a good ending smooch, James made her sit on the Sofa and went to take his wet underwear. He gave her a box and told her to open it alone.

Sara (Boss): I will do as you master. And take these keys, you can live and do whatever you want in my house. Also, I want to give you something more.

James: What?

Sara (Boss): You have a window that can open on the roadside?

James: Yes, this one over there.

Sara (Boss): (Opening the window) Please have a look over here, sir.

James: (Shocked as he saw) It is a brand new BMW car.

Sara (Boss): Only for my master. As you are a manager and my master now. You deserve it.

James: (blushing and with a happy smile) Thank you my slut. You know, when a girl spends on a guy he loves and respects. That is a great feeling.

Sara (Boss): My pleasure, master. Just call me if you need anything.

James: (With a boss voice) Sure.

Sara left with his beautiful and slutty gift packed. He packed and left with his brand new gift to the villa of his boss. James was from a simple family. But he is ambitious and understands at an early stage in life that females have a natural feminine nature.

He learned that a man can easily control and dominate a female. He only needs to control all his emotions and start doing what he wants. He is cruel, dominant, sadist, fetishist, and ambitious to create his world.

A new adventure game will start in the upcoming 3-4 days. What will happen to the daughter of his boss? Who will his boss come up with from Bangalore? Did the HR have secrets?

All exciting things are coming, so stay tuned, my slutty, pretty women & handsome men. All suggestions for young female/male slaves and submissive people are welcome on my email jamesnovan10@gmail.

My name is Angad Singh Dudi. I am 29 years old. I am from Haryana and live in the city with my family. Taking advantage of the many opportunities given by life, I have dug out many thirsty pussies with my cock and filled them with white-hot lava.

I am always looking for pussy online/offline and like every single boy, I am ready to take advantage of the opportunity. And for this, I am a registered user of many adult websites. I have also been a regular reader of this site for many years. However, due to mostly negative comments on the published stories, I could not muster the courage to write a story.

This is my first experience as a writer. In the presented story, I have kept as much of my personal life as possible. So, let’s start the pussy licking sex story.

This is the story of my sex with Arifa, a beautiful and pure bhabhi of a prostitute from our city. Arifa bhabhi runs a boutique in her house. Her husband runs a bangle shop in Manihari market in our city. Arifa is the mother of three children.  Despite this, her amazing figure breathes life into even the dead. Her 38″ breasts and ass are very attractive.

I felt blessed after sucking her chubby cheeks and juicy lips. Due to my health, I was able to fuck her only once. But taking advantage of small opportunities, I drank milk from her white, plump, and round breasts many times.

The story began with our meeting at her boutique. Women from our locality and my mother often visit her boutique. I also came and went many times. But every time I came back from outside the boutique.

Once I went alone to get the suit where I met her for the first time. As soon as I entered the boutique and called out Arifa bhabhi, a beautiful queen with a slim body turned towards me saying, ‘Yes ji’ and it seemed as if time stood still for a moment. I kept looking at her beauty and only one line came to my mind, “Wow son,  what a gift man! Just get to fuck her once, of course after that God will take her away.”

Then I introduced myself and told the reason for coming. Arifa bhabhi was smiling while talking to me and was also increasing my heartbeat by combing my hair. Boobs are my biggest weakness, so my eyes got stuck on her breasts and I started dreaming of drinking milk in my mind. She noticed this and without saying anything, she handed me the envelope of the suit.

While taking the envelope, I looked at her fair hands and felt like kissing her and holding her tightly in my arms. But it was my first meeting so I didn’t want to spoil things before it happened.

After coming home, my restlessness increased further. I couldn’t take my eyes off her juicy lips and milky breasts. I wanted to extinguish the fire in my penis with the water of her pussy, so I did not waste the semen by masturbating.

Days passed and I waited for the opportunity. Such a beautiful pussy was not going to be found easily nor could she have lust for me in her heart. I had to explore the desire for another dick buried in the corner of her heart.

Her smile was forcing me to propose sex and on the other hand, the fear of ass fucking was making my desires cool. But to date, by the mercy of God, God has been kind to me.

Next time when I went to her boutique with my mother, instead of waiting outside, I went inside and joined the conversation between mother and Arifa. I realized that Arifa was looking at me again and again and smiling. This action of hers was causing a prickling sensation in my chest and my penis was releasing a drop of precum with every movement. The advantage of me wearing jeans was that my penis was writhing like a prisoner but could not be felt outside.

While talking, Arifa said, “Aunty, why do you have the trouble of coming here again and again? You give me your number, then you can call me and ask on the phone whether the suit is ready or not.”

I liked her way of talking and her polite words. My mother said that she did not have a phone.

On this, Arifa said, “Then you can call from Angad’s phone.”

I was surprised to hear my name from her mouth and my penis got ready to tear the jeans and come out! I started having the desire to drink this bhabhi’s milk and have sex with her. Perhaps, my name may have come up in some conversation! On my mother’s advice, I saved her number like a decent boy.

After coming home, I immediately checked her number on WhatsApp and it was shown. I realized I had taken a step further toward fucking her. I was very happy and waited for the night to come. My cock had tasted many pussies and from experience, I knew that I had to slowly bring bhabhi to the point of fucking. So, without any hurry, I sent her a hello message.

After a few hours, she replied and asked, “Who are you?”

So I introduced myself and using the excuse of my mother’s suits, I started chatting with her every day. After a few days, I started sending her mild double meanings and then adult jokes. She slowly started sending smileys in reply.

Days passed and the chat became longer.  Secrets kept getting shared and she also came to know what a big fucker I was and how desperate I was to dig her pussy. She told me about herself that nothing was lacking in her sex life except romance, which she had started desiring from me.

Then I started warming her up with daily phone calls. If I had met her eyes at her boutique, I would have felt as if she was inviting me to have sex. The fire was raging on both sides, there was just a delay in meeting. While waiting, the moment of the meeting finally arrived.

Once her husband had to go to another city for work. There was only one night left for our meeting after he left and before he came back. It was easy for me to stay out of the house all night but difficult for them. In this sense, sex could have taken place at her house, in which both the fun and danger were very high.

After her husband left, I got a message from her, as was decided between us. I had come home asking to stay the night at a friend’s house who lived in our city. Then I reached her house and started waiting for the call.

No one was outside in the bitter cold. I was also afraid of someone seeing me. But I was also getting encouraged by the desire for pussy and the experience of not being caught with anyone till now.

Out of all the fucks till now, this fuck had given me the most yearning and pain. I had to enter the house after her missed call at night. I kept waiting. Bhabhi’s missed call came after her children went to sleep. Looking around, I entered the boutique office whose door was already half open. In my hurry to get inside, I was unable to notice her. She was wearing my favorite black maxi in which she was looking amazingly beautiful.

Arifa quickly locked the gate from the inside and quietly took me to her bedroom. While locking the bedroom, I grabbed her from behind. There was a wonderful perfume smell coming from her body which was driving me crazy.

We said, “I love you” to each other while hugging and started kissing and licking each other wildly as if thirsty for many lives. I was in no mood to fuck her quickly, I wanted to make this night memorable. Arifa used to get fucked every day like every married woman. But that day, I wanted to give her a different feeling which she had rarely done.

After some time, I bit Arifa’s chin and touched her lips. While sucking her lips, I did not even realize that I was kissing a mature MILF and mother of three children. I put Arifa against the wall.  I was twisting her body while kissing. Sometimes I would touch her waist and sometimes I would squeeze her ass with my hands. Sometimes I would bite her neck and sometimes I would crush and press her boobs. I had more fun than I had imagined.

Then I took off her maxi and made her naked. She wasn’t wearing anything under the maxi like I wanted. Short clothes excite me but I spend more time stripping a woman naked and enjoying her beauty with my lips, which is liked very much by women as well as me.

Pinning her to the wall, I sat down on my knees and enjoyed her beauty from head to toe. No part of her body could complain about not being kissed or licked by me. Arifa was hot at the top level. Her sighs were turning into moans, her eyes were closing, and she was in a trance.

The cold was gone and her body started getting hot. She did not like abuse in sex but she liked romance very much. Perhaps, she was intoxicated to see this lack of sex life being fulfilled with me today.

She started saying, “Oh my king, I love you! I swear I get fucked every day, but today, I feel like a woman.”

Arifa started getting very emotional and was kissing me wildly. I don’t fuck without licking pussy and drinking milk, so I proposed this to her.

She said: I also want to get my pussy licked and milked by you.  But my king, you have made me so hot that my pussy has started begging for cock. Fuck me quickly, King.

This meant bhabhi was also fond of pussy licking sex. Her loving appeal to me was not rejected and I quickly got naked. Then I made her lay on the bed and climbed on her. Arifa spread her legs and started welcoming my penis. Uff… what a pussy she had!

Perfectly white, freshly shaved pussy that is only seen in porn videos. The raised clit and inner lips of her pussy were inviting my penis to fuck me.

Looking at her, it seemed as if real pornstar Ava Addams was naked in front of me with her legs wide open, ready to get fucked. Without wasting any time, I started rubbing the head of the penis, wet with precum, on the pussy. As soon as the penis touched Arifa, she started writhing like a snake.

The pussy was not tight due to three deliveries and daily sex. But the thickness of my penis did not allow me to feel it much. The length of my penis was 7 inches and the thickness was also good which was enough to quench the thirst of every thirsty woman.

After rubbing for a while, I slowly started inserting my penis into the pussy. Uff… what a feeling it was. When the penis entered the vagina by rubbing the walls of the vagina, it did not matter whether the sex is legal or illegal. The penis descending into Arifa bhabhi’s pussy was testifying to this feeling.

Arifa’s ass rose with every thrust, a strong grip on my shoulders, and lips meeting my lips. All this seemed as if she deserved it. And she would sometimes lick me, sometimes feed me milk, as if I had a right to this. Arifa had held my waist with her legs as if she would never let the penis come out of her pussy.

After going through this feeling 8-10 times, I felt as if my penis would spew all the hot white lava accumulated in the body into the depths of Arifa’s pussy today itself.

I told Arifa: I am about to leave!

So she asked to be left inside. Groaning like someone injured, I poured all the lava into the roots of bhabhi’s pussy. It seemed as if with every stroke, the penis was going deeper and squirting. With every thrust of mine, Arifa’s body became loose, her grip became weak and the heat became cooler. I fell on Arifa like a tired soldier. And Arifa also started panting.

After some time, when we regained our breath, we had a big hug and kiss. After playing with each other’s bodies for a while, the brave soldier of sex got ready to enter the field again. This time, the fucking happened in the style of my choice.

That night, we fucked 4 times. Every time we fucked in a different style and with different enthusiasm. But I will tell you the remaining three beautiful sex stories in the next stories.

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Friends, my name is Manish. I am from Punjab. For your entertainment, I present my desi Punjabi sex story. This is my first story.

My sister-in-law’s name is Reenu (name changed), a Punjaban kudi. Her age is 25 years and her figure size is 32-30-36.

This incident happened when I was 19 years old and had just entered adulthood. It was the Diwali festival at that time.

That day, I was in my room and my Punjabi sister-in-law was in her room. I started going to her room to scare her. I secretly went near the door and as soon as I tried to open the door, I heard crying from inside.

When I noticed, it was bhabhi’s voice and she was crying. This seemed strange to me. Then I canceled the plan to scare her and opened the door normally. Inside, my sister-in-law was talking to someone on the phone and crying. Seeing me, my SIL disconnected the phone and stopped crying.

I asked: Sister-in-law, why are you crying?

Hearing this, she started crying again. Then I went ahead and hugged her and asked me –

Me: Hey, what happened, sister-in-law? Please tell me something!

Holding back the flow of her tears, my SIL said while touching my chest, “I was just talking to your brother. When I asked him to go to my maternal home, he started abusing me. He never let me talk to my parents.”

I said: Why so?

So she said: Your brother fought with my brother, so he told me not to talk. When I do, I don’t know how he gets the call details of my mobile and scold me.

I said: You talk on my mobile.

She said: No, you will tell your brother.

I said: No sister-in-law, I will not tell him anything.

She looked at me and said: Are you sure?

I said: I swear, I will not tell.

Hearing this, she became happy and hugged me again. This time, I also hugged her tightly. Her milky boobs started giving me some pleasure, due to which my penis started getting erect and started touching my sister-in-law. After a few moments of realizing this, she suddenly left me and said, sorry.

I said: No problem. This happens (happily).

Then I gave her my mobile and told her, “Now, you talk first. I am going out. I will take the phone after some time.”

Saying this, I came out. She then called her brother and talked for a long time. When I came back inside after some time, she was still talking to her parents on the phone. After talking, she disconnected the call and said to me –

Sister-in-law: Brother-in-law, I am very happy with you today. Ask what you want!

I said: Sister-in-law, whatever I ask for, will you definitely give it?

Sister-in-law said: Yes.

I said: Sister-in-law, firstly think about it, then don’t say no.

Sister-in-law (smilingly): Yes, I will not say no. It’s okay if you ask anything.

Hesitatingly, I said: That..

And I stopped. Then she said –

She: Hey brother-in-law, you speak coolly, what do you want to ask?

I said: No, you will scold me.

Sister-in-law said: I will not scold.

I said with a jerk, “Bhabhi, I want to fuck you.”

Hearing this, my brother’s wife became happy instead of getting angry and said, “Just this simple thing. Come right away. I am ready.”

Hearing what my sister-in-law said, I was shocked. Then I hugged her and started kissing her. She also started supporting me by kissing me. Then I started taking off her clothes. First I removed the pallu of my sister-in-law’s saree. Then she herself pulled her saree from her waist with her hands.

I started removing my Punjabi sister-in-law’s saree with one hand and started pressing her breasts with the other hand. My sister-in-law’s breasts were very tight. I was enjoying pressing the boobs over the blouse itself. By then, the saree had come off and she had started opening the buttons of her blouse.

I put my hand inside her blouse and while sucking her lips, put my tongue inside her mouth. Then when the blouse came off, my sister-in-law loosened the string of her petticoat. Her petticoat slipped down quickly and I saw bhabhi in a bra-panty for the first time. They looked like cool thorny items.

Once I moved her away from me and took a look, she felt shy and immediately hugged me. I took my hand on her back, opened the hook of the bra, removed the bra, and started massaging her breasts.

Sister-in-law: Drink it, brother-in-law. These mangoes are delicious.

Me: Yes bhabhi, your mangoes are juicy. I can’t help but suck them. But first I will remove the entire peel and then I will calmly suck the mango juice.

Saying this, I stuck my fingers in the edges of bhabhi’s panties and slid them down her ass. At that time, her tongue was in my mouth, which I was sucking with pleasure and she was rubbing her breasts on my chest. Now I had made her completely naked. I started groping her pussy with one hand.

Bhabhi removed her mouth from my mouth, separated from me, and said, “You have made me naked and you yourself are standing wearing clothes!”

Me: You take it off yourself, sister-in-law!

Hearing this, she came closer to me, grabbed my t-shirt from my waist, lifted it, and removed it from my head. Our naked bodies rubbed against each other. Her breasts started swelling in my chest.

Once again, I started feeling the warmth of her breasts. Then she opened the hook of the pants and pulled it down. I myself separated my pants from my legs. My penis was completely erect. I was still wearing underwear, so my sister-in-law, seeing my hard penis swollen, caressed it with her hand and said –

Sister-in-law: It looks so big over the underwear. Then how big will it be when taken out?

I said: Take it out and see!

Soon as my SIL sat on her knees and pulled down her underwear, my penis hit her mouth. She suddenly turned her face back and said –

Sister-in-law: Oh my, so big!

I said: Why, does my brother have a small one?

She said: He is not small, but not bigger than you.

I said: Taste this.

She said: No, I have never taken it in my mouth.

I said: Hey sister-in-law, no problem, just kiss it once.

Then she took my penis close to her nose and smelled it and moved her mouth away. I thought that she might hate the dick, so I would let it be. Now I made her lay down and said, “I can lick your pussy, right?”

She said: Hihi, will you lick my pussy?

I said: Yes, why what happened? Doesn’t brother lick?

She said: Otherwise… he just climbs straight up and starts firing.

I laughed at her words.

I said: This is a very wrong thing, brother. Hey, the enemy must first be prepared to fight, or is the war won only by climbing up and down like this?

Sister-in-law: I am not able to understand anything about your ups and downs, brother-in-law. You finish my work quickly.

I said: Wait bhabhi, first I have to lick your pussy. Should I lick it once?

She said: Okay-okay. But lick it quickly and then move it in and out and enjoy.

I then spread her legs and put my tongue in the mouth of her pussy and scratched her clitoris once with my tongue.

She started moaning. Suddenly, at the touch of the tongue the sound of, “Ahh die…” came out of her throat.

In this hesitation, bhabhi tried to hide her pussy by shrinking her legs. I held her legs and spread them again and started licking her pussy vigorously.

Intoxicating sounds of “Isss ah ss aah im gonna die..” started coming out of her mouth.

After a few kisses of the tongue, she started enjoying and raised her ass and started rubbing it on my face. She placed both her hands on my head.

Pressing my head on her pussy, she started saying, “Ah, lick it, my brother-in-law, lick it more, it is really fun.”

I also did not leave her and started licking the Punjabi bhabhi’s salty pussy with full enjoyment. After 5 minutes, my SIL’s pussy released the water and I drank the salty water that came out of her pussy completely. She had become completely exhausted and soft sighs were coming out of her throat. Her hands moved away from my head and she was spread out on the bed. Like a hungry dog, I was licking her pussy deep inside and eating her pussy contents. Within some time, her smooth pussy started shining.

After that, I said to my sister-in-law, “Sister-in-law, please suck me once!”

My sister-in-law said: I will suck only if I like it?

I knew that she would not suck the penis.

Me: Sister-in-law, let’s start licking in 69!

Sister-in-law: Now, what is this?

Me:: Your pussy in my mouth and my cock in your mouth!

Sister-in-law: Okay.

Then she and I came in 69. I started licking my sister-in-law’s pussy and she started licking my penis. At first, she was sucking the penis mindlessly. Then when I started sucking her pussy vigorously, she suddenly took my penis in her mouth and started sucking it. By putting my dick in her mouth, I thought I had reached heaven.

After just 5 minutes, it seemed like she was a big whore. My bhabhi was sucking the penis very well. My penis felt to her like sugarcane. After just a few moments, I took out my penis from my sexy Punjabi SIL’s mouth and quickly turned her into a mare. Now I started inserting my penis into her pussy from behind.

She said: Play slowly!

I then spat on my penis and started inserting it. When I inserted the tip of my penis into her pussy, she screamed.

I said: What happened?

She said: Pour it slowly. Haven’t I told you?

Me: So, should I take it out?

She said: No friend, pour it completely, and now pour it in one stroke.

I then moved my sister-in-law’s waist back a little and gave a jerk and inserted my penis inside. She let out a scream and tears came from her eyes.

I said: What happened? Why are you crying?

She said: These are tears of happiness, you just shed them.

Then I started fucking my bhabhi. We both started enjoying sex. I fucked her for a long time and made her feel bad.

My sister-in-law said: Wow brother-in-law, today was fun. Leave the sheer inside and my cham cham will become juicy.

I said while orgasming: Wow bhabhi ji, how amazing you are!

I really enjoyed filling her with juice. After sex, we both lay down exhausted and started talking about love.

That day, I fucked my Punjabi sister-in-law 4 times and now, her pussy had become addicted to my dick. I have fucked her continuously for six months and enjoyed our secret desi Punjabi sex encounters very much.

Then my sister-in-law did not menstruate and it made her happy that she said to me, “Brother-in-law, you are going to become a father!”

There was no limit to my happiness too. My brother was also going to come for two days. He was also going to go back after fucking my sister-in-law and leaving a mark of his cock in my sister-in-law.

Soon, it happened and after my brother left, I started enjoying his sex again.

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So, friends, how did you like my sister-in-law and brother-in-law’s sex story? Will be waiting for your comments. Don’t forget me, I (Manish) am a staunch friend of you ladies. Brothers, all of you keep shaking your dicks like this and keep reading my stories.

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It was safe to say those words had somehow aroused her. She was going to make sure I regretted them. Getting off my lap, she stood with a faint smirk as if she were planning something and rejoicing at the thought of it.  She started to lower herself on her knees between my legs. I knew where this was going.

I started to unbuckle my pants, and she assisted by slipping them off me with my inners as well. I look towards her and see her gazing at my dick. Her face still had that evil smirk, but it turned swiftly into her biting her lower lip and having a smile.

She rose up and towards me as her hands reached for my dick. Her fingers encircled it, touching at the tips. She started moving her hands up and down. Being uncircumcised, I took great care in maintaining the hygiene in and around my privates. I also shaved off pubic hair.

With her other hand, she reached out to my plans and pulled the skin on top of it down, revealing the pink glans fully inflated. Without missing a moment, her head moved on my dick. Spitting on it, she made sure to lubricate it well enough for the skin to move smoothly up and down.

The visual of her going down had already rocked me hard, and it showed as the veins were popping out around it. Her lips made contact with the tip, and it sent a shiver down my spine. Her soft lips engulfed my glans, and I could feel the warm and slimy interior of her mouth.

While inside, she made sure that her tongue played with the glans well enough. She definitely knew her way with it. It showed in her tongue skills alongside her hand pushing down on the back of the dick. Slowly and steadily, her lips started to move up and down the length of my dick.

My tip touching the inside of her cheeks as she moved. At times, she would take it all the way in and choke till she drooled on it. The entire length of it was covered in her warm saliva. It dripped from the back towards my balls. She effortlessly slurped it up along with the balls in her mouth.

The entire act of hers was pushing me to the brim, slowly building up every second. I couldn’t do much except hold onto the cushions as tightly as I could as my breathing got heavy. It was evident that I was enjoying every second of it as words would slip out of my mouth.

“It feels so good,” I exclaimed. She took the whole length in for the first time. She increased the speed of her hands, jerking my dick as her lips freed it. There was no way I could have enjoyed it silently; moans just came out naturally, like claps to a good performance. She was good—really good at it.

I felt the pressure buildup. Rather than having a surprise ejaculation, I announced I was going to cum.. She slowed down her pace and released my glans from her lips. One of her hands was now encompassing the dick while the other was pushed into my pubic bone.

She was up to something. The hand pushing down on my pubic bone now formed an O around my dick. The other hand made an O just over it, gripping it tightly.  Her eyes locked with mine, her mouth closed towards my glans. She kissed it.

She started moving her tongue just a bit below the opening of my dick. It was a very sensitive area. Her slow-moving tongue teased the glans while she stared right at me with a seductive look. That look of hers just made me lose it. All the built-up pressure just flowed.

No matter how much I tried to stop it, it didn’t, and my dick started to twitch vigorously. To my surprise, she felt the twitch before it burst. Her fingers tightened around my dick, restricting the flow of cum. Her thumb pressed against the back of the dick, stopping its flow while still maintaining her grip.

It was a weird feeling, for I had just cum. But there wasn’t that satisfaction that came after it. My dick is still twitching vigorously, trying to pump out the cum but failing to do so because of her. I could see the same smile she had when she started to go down earlier. She was as sly as a fox for doing so.

Within a few seconds, the feeling subsided, and she loosened her grip. There was no twitching, no ejaculation. My dick was going limp after it. It was a different experience altogether. I had an ejaculation but didn’t at the same time. I had that after-ejaculation feeling, but not all of it, just a bit.

She just edged me, and she was successful in it. She got up from her knees, still having that smile on her face. I stared at her, awestruck by her surprise. Moving towards the sofa, she sat beside me, whispering in my ear, “Your turn.” She grabbed my hand and moved it between her thighs, touching her privates.

Her wetness oozed out of her cotton shorts, leaving a wet mark. I cupped my hands over her shorts. I kneeled on the floor and moved in between her legs. She invited me in as she spread her legs apart and unbuttoned her shorts. With one push, her shorts were down to her knees.

I helped her remove them from there. Her thighs were still touching, and she hid her slit successfully. The only part visible was her mons pubis. Her legs moved apart gently, and it revealed her privates like a flower blooming. She tried covering it with her hand, feeling quite exposed.

I didn’t object to it and moved my hands around her waist. She had a look of confusion on her face. I jerked her forward, making her curve her back and be in a better position for me to indulge in. Without wasting a moment, I folded her left leg. I put her feet on the cushion and proceeded to kiss her inner thighs.

Her soft, thick thighs felt warm on my lips. I started from her knees, making my way slowly to the middle, leaving kisses along the way. As I moved closer, I started sucking on her thighs and nibbling a bit. Her body responded to it with a shiver, and her legs tried to close.

She softly moaned at every little bite I took. Soon, her hands moved to her breasts, pinching and pulling on the nipples. That was a green flag, a signal, but I wasn’t going to dive in. I moved to her right leg, doing the same to her.

Kissing her inner thighs, moving closer to the middle but avoiding any contact with it. Her breaths were heavy, her skin glowed from sweat, and she had a salty taste. I looked up at her while watching me play with her, yet I gave her the satisfaction she wanted.

Clearly frustrated by my act, her hands found their way into my hair. She started pushing me closer to her middle.  It was about time I got to it. Her labia were swollen up. She had been waiting for quite some time now. I slowly made my way between her legs.

With my hands, I parted her legs apart. I moved towards her right, using my tongue to play around her labia, barely making contact with it. Moving my tongue up and down, the sides of my tongue touched her petals. I could hear her whimper.

I moved my head to the other side, teasing her and hearing her moan in bliss or maybe the agony of anticipation.  It was about time I gave her what she wanted. My lips touched her lips. They were soft and firm. I started to move my tongue between them, splitting them apart and touching what was behind them.

Her legs quivered, and she started pulling on her nipples aggressively. With my lips, I held onto her petals and pulled them. Her musk was enchanting, and the more I played with her, the more I felt aroused. I dug my tongue deep between her petals and used the underside of it to push on her flesh.

The sensation overwhelmed her, and her moans turned into words. The room echoed with her moans, ranging from ‘Ohs’,’ Ahhs’ to ‘Ohh Fuck’.  My tongue found its way to a hidden treasure: her clitoris. I moved my left hand over her pelvis and raised her upper area to reveal her clitoral area.

It was small and covered with flaps. I gently moved my tongue around it, avoiding contact with it. Her body reacted aggressively to the change. Her legs closed in, only to be stopped by my elbows. Her hands held onto my left hand, and she dug her nails into me, trying to keep herself steady.

I continued playing around with her clitoral area, using my tongue and saliva as lube to lick it gently and even press against it. Her response to it was strong, and I could feel her insides pressing against my fingers. My fingers curled in hers as if trying to dig their way towards her clitoral area.

That’s where the G-spot is located, a rougher part inside just near the clitoral. What came next was not within my expectations. She curled out of the position and sat up. Just as I was about to ask her what happened, she got hold of my hand and pulled me towards her.

We both stood up at the same time. She started walking towards her bedroom, pulling me behind her. Without saying a word, I followed her, wondering what she was up to. As soon as we entered the room, she jerked me towards her and pushed me on the bed.

I was about to sit back up. She climbed on top of me and pushed me down with her hands on my chest, pinning me down.  “Fuck your games. I need it in me,” she roared. She found my erect dick and guided it inside her. She was wet enough that my dick slipped in without any resistance.

Her insides were hot and soft and provided enough lubrication for the act.  She started rocking herself back and forth, rubbing herself on me with my dick rubbing inside her. To my dismay, it was quick as I felt her insides pulsating around my dick, her moans getting heavy.

Her body was getting stiff while she dug her nails into my chest. She squirmed and huffed as her pleasure peaked. Her body went stiff, and her insides kept the pressure on my dick as if trying to milk it. She released my dick from inside her and fell on me, her head resting on my chest as she took heavy breaths.

We both were covered in sweat, yet her body felt hotter. She turned around and lay beside me on the mattress. Her face inched closer to mine, and she whispered, “Go. Wear. Condom.” And so I did. I made my way out of the room and picked out my pants from the floor.

I found the pack of condoms in its pocket and took them with me in the room. I was amazed by the view. She was pleasuring herself by rubbing her clitoral area with one hand and pinching her nipple with the other. Her eyes closed and her head back, pushing onto the pillow.

Without wasting time, I unfolded the condom over my dick and made my way to the bed. Climbing into it, I crawled in between her legs. Aware of my movement, she opened her legs wider. I inch closer, my member laying over her slit. I pressed against it to spread apart her labia.

I made my way to her entrance. Her opening had fluids flowing down towards her puckered ring. I carried my dick down towards her ring and swiped up her fluids as I went up. Circling her entrance, I made my way in, and it slipped in like it did earlier.

This time, it was more wet, and every stroke made that sound. It was wet, hot, and convulsing around my dick. I played along, moving two-thirds of my dick in and out and occasionally going as deep as I could. Her body always perked up as I went deep and hit her insides, and her breath got heavier.

“Harder,” she demanded, and I started moving in deeper every time, thrusting in with force. Our bodies made a clapping sound every time they met. Alongside that were her muffled moans as she bit onto a pillow. The sound of my groaning hurt a bit on my sensitive tip every time I touched inside her hard.

Her hands were earlier grasping tightly to the bedsheet. They now lay open in the air, asking for me to come between them for her to hold me. I moved between them and was pulled towards her. Her hands held me tight, her nails digging into my back.

We were facing each other. I was staring into her eyes, and so was she. I could feel her exhaling on my face. Her breath and her moans were both hot. I reached further, and our lips met again, locked together. She would moan into it while still holding onto me tight.

It didn’t take much for us to reach the end of our pleasure cycle. It was hot, steamy, passionate, hard, and a bit painful. Our bodies reacted to each other. Her insides were pushing onto my dick while my dick twitched inside as fluids started to flop into my dick, ready to burst out.

Her legs folded and locked behind my back, pulling me closer and deeper into her, and that was the push we needed. The buildup was immense since she had stopped me from ejaculating earlier. It all came out with tremendous force and burst out inside the condom.

The hot fluid oozing out got her going, and she cum alongside. Her hands and legs both tightened around me, trying to crush me as her eyes went white.  A few seconds later, her body relaxed, and her hold loosened. I backed away from her.

What came out was my condom filled with white, almost bulging down into a bulb. I decided to go clean up first while she took her time to recuperate. After washing off the sweat and disposing of the condom, I dressed up while she entered the bathroom after me.

I sat at the edge of the bed while waiting for her. She came out of the bathroom and dried up herself in front of me. She got dressed while I sat there ogling at her figure. Clothes do her no justice. They hide her slender waist and curvy, shapely butt. A considerably tight midriff with some skin hanging loose.

Stretch marks on her stomach, thighs, and buttocks, followed by her pubic mound converging within her thick thighs. Her breasts hung low but were firm. Her nipples and areola were of perfect proportion—not too big, not too small—just the right amount.

A cute face with a sharp jawline, deep hazel eyes, and high cheekbones. A small chin, her smile from ear to ear was a sight for sore eyes.  She noticed me watching her but didn’t say anything, nor did she hide herself. After she dressed up, she sat beside me, and we talked.

After a brief conversation, I realised a few things about her. She had a slender figure, but now it was totally different postpartum. Her husband wasn’t a fan of the change, as their intimacy had reduced quite a lot. Maybe it was because they had a kid, but it’s been 7 years.

It was long enough to rekindle the intimacy if it wasn’t her body that affected it.  As to why she was alone, her kid and her husband went on a father-daughter trip. She will be going on a mother-daughter trip after this.

Words may not have been enough, but I expressed how I saw her in detail. It did get a smile and a kiss on the cheek, so I think it was well received.  It was around 6 a.m. now, about time for me to leave, as the sky was getting lighter. She had decided that this was a one-time thing.

We should not act on it again or keep in contact. I understood well what it implied for us, and there was no reason to force it if she wasn’t into it.  Silence befalls us, and I knew it was time to exit. I made my way to the door, and she followed behind me.

We greeted each other with a bye. I turned and started walking towards the stairs, and I heard the doors shut behind me. It was fun while it lasted, but there seemed to be no future for it.  Just as I was about to take a step, I heard her call me.

Maybe I had left something. I walked back to see her speaking from behind her entry door.  She asked me to come in, and I obliged. She whispered, “I always desired to make love below the stars.” I was confused as to what it implied. I understood the sentence but not the context of it.

The confusion showed on my face. She continued, “The doors to the terrace are always open,” followed by giggling as she shut the door.

This story is a work of fiction. You can reach me on telegram @MrStartler.

My mom, Pushpa, a dubbing artist in her forties, was always a stickler for details. She took immense pride in her work and never compromised on quality. It was this unwavering dedication that made her one of the most sought-after voices in the industry.

Like her voice, she also possessed an uncanny resemblance to some of the top heroines in the South Indian film industry. But her only passion is dubbing. So, she never thought about acting, even though many directors offered her roles.

She is very particular about every detail. Whether it’s the expression in her voice or the way she moves her lips while dubbing.

One morning, her manager called my mom as he got a great offer from a Hollywood producer. He wanted my mom to dub for an English movie in Tamil version for the heroine. The producer had seen her work and was impressed with her voice and acting.

My mom was hesitant at first. She had never worked in a different language before. But her manager assured her that it would be a great opportunity to showcase her talent to the world.

The Tamil dubbing was handed over to a young and recent sensation in the music industry, Rahul. Like my mom, Rahul is also a dedicated professional. He was excited about the project. He had been working tirelessly to find the perfect voice for the heroine.

When he first heard my mom’s audition, he was blown away. The day finally arrived for the dubbing session. Rahul had set up a cosy studio in Chennai, and he came to supervise the proceedings.

My mom was a bit nervous, as she had never worked with him before. But she trusted her abilities and was determined to make a good impression.

The dubbing call sheet for her was for 5 days, and she was excited to get started. The first day began with the introductory scenes, where the heroine’s character was introduced. As my mom sat down in the soundproof booth, she could feel Rahul’s intense gaze on her.

He was scrutinizing her every move, making sure that she got the expressions and tone just right. She could sense his excitement and dedication to the project. The first 2 days went by with my mom nailing all her dialogues, and Rahul was visibly pleased with her work. Almost half of the dubbing was done by now.

The third day of dubbing began with a romantic scene between the hero and the heroine. As the scene progresses, the passion between them grows, and they end up kissing passionately. This was not the first time that my mom had to dub a kissing scene.

In her previous movies, she has a prop of a fake head which she used to kiss. So, she used the same prop here as well. But the sound was not coming out right. She repeated for many takes, but it still didn’t sound natural. She felt exhausted.

Rahul said, “It’s okay, Pushpa. Let’s wrap up for today. You look tired. We’ll try this scene tomorrow.” My mom said, “Won’t we be behind the schedule if we stop now?”

Rahul, “Yes, Pushpa. But we can’t compromise on the quality. The kiss and the upcoming scene are the most important part of the movie. So I need it as realistic as possible.” My mom nodded in agreement and decided to call it a day.

The next day, my mom got dressed in a black semi-transparent saree and a red blouse. She reached the studio. To her surprise, the director of the movie was there to oversee the dubbing. She was a bit nervous and excited to see the director from Hollywood.

After the introductions, the dubbing session began with the kissing scene. My mom took a deep breath and started the scene. She took the prop and imagined the intensity of the scene. As she started to kiss, she could feel the passion and the connection between the characters.

Her voice was filled with emotion, and her lips moved in perfect synchronization with the fake head. But still, something was missing. She looked at the director, and he was not pleased. My mom and Rahul were confused about what to do.

The director said, “Rahul, maybe you should help Pushpa with this.” Rahul said, “But sir, she’s doing a great job. It’s just that…” The director said, “The problem is not with Pushpa. But with the prop. It’s not conveying the right emotions. We need something more realistic. So go ‘help her’ boy.”

Rahul hesitantly agreed and walked into the booth with my mom. My mom got nervous. The director spoke in the mic, “It’s okay, Pushpa. Rahul is just trying to help you bring out the right emotions in the scene. It’s not easy to act with a prop. Sometimes, all we need is a little… guidance.”

She nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. Rahul took her hands in his and held them gently.

He looked into her eyes and said, “Just close your eyes and imagine that it’s not a prop you’re holding but the hero himself. Visualize the passion between you two and let it flow through your body. Let your voice express that feeling.”

As he spoke, his gaze never left hers, and she could feel the sincerity in his words. My mom closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She focused on the feeling of his hands holding hers, the heat of his body so close to hers. She leaned towards Rahul and offered her lips, letting him take control of the kiss.

His hands moved from hers, gently cupping her face as he deepened the kiss. Their tongues danced together. My mom let out a soft moan, feeling the passion between them grow. She could feel Rahul’s heart racing against her own, his breath hot and ragged in her ear.

They started kissing passionately, their bodies moving in perfect synchronization. Her tongue tangled with his, her hands running through his hair, pulling him closer. The kiss seemed to last an eternity, but finally, they pulled away, gasping for air.

They both then looked to the director, and he was pleased and gave her a thumbs up. My mom was blushing, “Thank you, director. I think that’ll work.” She took a deep breath to calm herself.

As Rahul was about to exit the booth, the director spoke through the mic, “Stay there, Rahul. We could use your help with the rest of the scene as well.” Rahul nodded, and they continued with the scene.

After the kiss, it was a love-making scene, and the director wanted it to be very realistic and intimate. Rahul took the lead and guided my mom through the scene. They started with gentle caresses and kisses, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

Rahul’s hands explored every inch of my mom’s skin, making her shiver with pleasure. He whispered words of affection and desire in her ear, his voice sending shivers down her spine. My mom felt an intense desire welling up inside her as she responded to Rahul’s touch.

He ran his hand on her navel, tracing a line down to her hip, and then cupped her buttock, squeezing it gently. My mom arched her back, pressing her body against his, her breath coming faster. Rahul moved his hand lower, teasing her with his fingers, before finally sliding them between her legs.

She moaned loudly, her hips bucking against his hand. The sensation was overwhelming, and she felt herself growing wet with desire. Rahul started to grind against her, his erection pressing against her saree. She could feel the heat radiating off his body.

He moved one hand to her breast, massaging it gently through the fabric of her blouse, and she let out a soft moan. Her nipple hardened beneath his touch, and she arched her back further, offering herself to him. He moved his other hand lower, sliding it underneath her panty.

She gasped as his fingers found their way to her clit. He started to circle it, teasing her mercilessly. She threw her head back, her eyes closed tightly. She felt like she was on the brink of climax, her body tense with anticipation. My mom could feel the intensity of the scene building inside her.

She knew she had to stay in the moment. She let out a low moan, her body moving in rhythm with Rahul’s touch. Rahul’s fingers were relentless, circling her clit faster and faster, driving her closer to the edge.

In the scene, after the foreplay, there was a blowjob sequence. The director wanted it to be very passionate. Rahul took control, pushing my mom’s head down onto his lap as he guided her mouth to his erection. She could feel the heat emanating over his pants, and it made her even more aroused.

She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers, revealing his hard, pre-cum-covered cock. The smell of his pre-cum was intoxicating. Rahul held my mom’s head and slowly guided her lips towards his dick. She gave a kiss to the tip of his cock.

Rahul felt the sensation shoot down to his core. He let out a moan, and she could feel the vibration against her lips. She took a deep breath and slowly started to take him into her mouth. She moved her head up and down, her hands cupping his balls, gently massaging them.

Rahul’s hips bucked against her face, urging her to go faster. He tasted sweet and salty at the same time, and she found herself getting lost in the sensation. She could feel his cock growing harder and thicker in her mouth. She knew she was getting close to making him cum.

She picked up the pace, sucking and licking his cock with abandon, her cheeks hollowing out as she took more and more of him into her mouth. Rahul started to moan louder, his hands tangling in her hair, urging her on. Her sucking sounded like, “slurp, slurp, slurp.”

She bobbed up and down on his cock, her tongue flicking against the underside. The taste of him on her lips drove her wild. She felt a shiver run down her spine. Rahul started to move his hips, fucking her mouth faster and harder. She moaned around him, her breath hot against his skin.

He held my mom’s head and started to deep-throat her, pushing his cock all the way down her throat. She could feel the strength of him as he held her head in place. She could feel her orgasm building, tightening deep in her core, as she continued to suck and lick his cock.

Rahul thrust harder, his hips slamming into her mouth and his balls slapping against her chin. The sounds she made as she deep-throated him were primal and needy, a mixture of moans and groans. The slurping noises only seemed to fuel his passion.

His grip on her hair grew tighter. His thrusts became more urgent as he neared his release. He felt like he was losing control like she was sucking the very life out of him. And he didn’t want it to end. He wanted to feel her lips wrapped around him forever.

He was about to cum. He thrust his cock deep into her throat one final time, holding her head in place as his orgasm roared through him. He felt his hot seed shoot down my mom’s throat as she expertly swallowed every drop. Her throat muscles worked in tandem, milking every last drop of him.

She continued to suck and lick him clean. Rahul’s hips bucked wildly, his body shuddering with pleasure. My mom kept his dick inside until it was completely soft. Then she slowly pulled her lips away. Her tongue swirled around the tip one last time before she released him.

She then sucked his balls into her mouth, cleaning them with her tongue, before finally pulling off and looking up at him. Their eyes met, and they shared a moment of intense connection. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly, as he regained his composure.

She smiled up at him, her cheeks flushed, her lips glistening with his cum. He then gave a passionate kiss, tasting himself on her lips. Their tongues danced together. The sensation of being so close, of sharing this intimate moment, was overwhelming.

They were then brought down to earth by the voice of the director through the mic, saying, “That is perfect. One of the best dubbing sessions we’ve ever had. Thank you both so much.”

My mom was relieved and said to the director, “Thank you so much, sir. It was an honour working with Rahul. He made it so easy for me.” Rahul smiled and nodded, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment.

“Let’s wrap the session for today. I’ll come tomorrow also for the final dubbing session. Thank you both once again.” My mom nodded, smiled and left the studio. She then came home around 5:00 PM, feeling a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion.

Her husband, my father, was already home and greeted her with a warm smile. “Hey, sweetheart. How was your day?” He asked as he took her bag. She smiled back at him and said, “It was really good. I had a great dubbing session today. The director was really impressed with our work.”

My dad, “Our?” My mom lied, “Sorry, I meant my work.” She didn’t want my dad to know the truth about what happened. She asked me to order food online because she was too tired to cook.

The final session in Part – 2.

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Usne mujhe upr se niche dekha aur paas aya aur mujhe ulta kiya aur meri gand par spank kiya.

Woh: Maal to tu mast hai. Virgin hai na, bade dino baad koi virgin mila. Tera chhed to main kholunga aaj.

Woh mere pas aaya aur mujhe khich kar deewar tak le gaya aur mujhe peeth ke bal deewar par pin kar diya. Aur fir kiss karne laga, ek dum bhayankar vala. Mere hoth chuse jaa raha aur apni jeebh ghusa di aur meri jeebh, hoth muh sab chaat raha. Ab tak mera bhi khada ho gaya.

Woh: Chal, tera bhi khada ho gaya matlab tu bhi maza le raha.

Aur fir chalu ho gaya. Aur dheere dheere niche aya.

Woh: Are tere boobs nahi hai, flat chest hai, boobs hote to chus chus ke laal kar deta. Khair chal ab mera chus.

Fir usne mera sar pakda aur niche ki aur jhuka diya. Main niche jhuka apne ghutno par. Uska underwear niche khicha aur uska lund bahar aa gaya. Woh 6-inch ka tha par kafi mota tha, kaala tha aur jhant ke baalon se ghira hua tha.

Mere man mein aya ye meri gand mein ghusega to kya hoga mera!

Woh: Chal chus na, kya der kar raha hai?

Maine uski foreskin pichhe khichi aur uska head khola. Aur fir usko muh mein liya. Jeebh se chata hothon se dabaya. Aur andr le gaya fir andr bahar karke chusne laga. Woh moan kar raha, use bada maza aa raha tha.

Woh: Aaah, uhhh, sssss aise to meri biwi bhi nahi chusti sale randi, tu to puri randi nikli

Aur aise main uska lund aur andr leta chala gaya aur deepthroat karne laga. Jaise end tak pahucha meri naak uske jhanto mein ghusne lagi. Aur kuchh baal jo lund ke base par the woh muh mein bhi ghus rahe the.

Aur fir mera chusna kam ho gaya aur uska muh chodna zada ho gaya. Pehle main chus raha tha andar bahar kar raha tha. Tab fir woh muh chodne laga khud hilke aage pichhe karne laga. Uska lund throb karne laga.

Main samajh gaya ye jhadne wala hai. Maine push karne ki koshish ki par usme sar pakad liya aur chodta tha muh aur jhad gaya. Uska maal mere muh mein bhar gaya aur gale ke andr tak chala gaya.

Fir usne lund bahar nikala aur maine jo maal muh mein tha use thuka. Jaha tak taste ki baat hai, bahut ajeeb tha, describe nahi kar skta.

Chain ki saans lete hue usne kaha.

Woh: Maza aa gaya, sale bahut mast maal hai tu. Par abhi to teri chudai reh gayi hai. To mera firse khada kar fir teri gaand marunga.

Main: To ab kya karu?

Woh: Ab taiyar hoja, things will get dirty now!

Main thoda dar gaya ye sunke. Lekin pata nahi kyun man mein ek excitement bhi aayi, dirty karne ki.

Woh: Mera lund chusne se shuruwat kar, fir tatte chaat fir aur niche.

Aur usne apna limp lund mere samne rakha. Maine chusna shuru kiya, thodi der baad use bahar nikala aur tatte pakde. Tatte chusne aur chatne laga. Woh smelly aur gande taste ke the, par main karta gaya.

Woh: Haan aise hi, ab aur niche gaand tak chaat.

Main ruk gaya aur muh tatton se hata liya.

Main: Nahi, gaand nahi chaat sakta, woh bahut gandi hoti hai.

Woh: Maine kaha tha things are gonna get dirty, to tujhe chatni to padegi.
(fir chilla ke bola) chal chaat!

Fir usne mere dono haath pakde aur mujhe lita diya aur mere muh par aa gaya aur baith gaya.

Woh: Meri gaand khuli hai, chal chaat!

Mujhe ganda lag raha tha par ander se woh excitement firse aayi. Aur maine chatna shuru kiya. Uske tatto se lekar gand tak chaata aur fir puri gaand chaati jeebh aage se pichhe. Bahut ganda lag raha tha par main ruka nahi.

Woh: Mast, ab jeebh gaand ke andr daal kar chaat

Maine uski gaand haath se failayi aur chhed dikha. Fir usme apni jeebh daali aur daalke andr bahar karne laga. Woh bahut hi zada ganda tha, par us gandpane ka pata nahi kyu alag maza tha.

Woh bhi maze le raha tha aur fir woh mere muh par baith hi gaya. Meri jeebh uski gaand mein fas gayi aur meri naak ke upr uske tatte. Aur ankhon ke upar uska lund, jo ki ab pura khada ho chuka tha.

Woh utha aur bola: Chal ab teri gaand maarta hu

Paas mein gole ka tel tha, usne liya apne haath mein aur lund par malne laga.

Main: Condom to pehn lo!

Woh: Are, tu koi londiya thodi hai jo pregnant ho jayegi?

Aur hasne laga zor zor se. Main kehna chahta tha ki condom sirf pregnancy ke liye thodi pehnte. Balki STD se bachne ke liye pehnte. Par main kuchh bol na paya. Aur bina condom ke marwane ko ready ho gaya.

Bahut risk tha par pata nahi mera dimag hi ud gaya tha. Hawas se bhar gaya tha aur mujhe STD ke risk ki parwa na hui.

Woh: Chal ulta hoja!

Main hua ulta, pet ke bal leta, gand upr. Usne tel ki 2 ungli lekar meri gand mein ghusa di aur andar bahar karne laga. Ungli karne ki mujhe aadat hai to 2 ungli to chali jati hai thoda effort lagane par.

Fir woh utha aur mere upar let gaya ulta. Uska lund meri gand ke upar. Usne to mujhe pura cover kar liya aur uske wazan se main dab hi gaya.

Fir usne kaha: Pehli baar hai, bahut dard hoga aur tu cheekhega to uske liye ye.

Usne apna underwear liya hath mein aur mere muh mein ghusa diya, pura. Woh fas gaya mere muh mein. Usme se moot aur maal ka taste aa raha jo ki bahut ganda tha.

Fir fir gaand kholi meri aur apna lund adjust karke meri gand mein ghusa diya!
Meri gand hi fat gayi! Aisa laga kisi ne gand cheer di ho. Garam lohe se kaat di ho. Jaise kisi ne aag laga di ho itni garam.

Itna dard hua ki kya hi batau. Aur meri cheekh nikli lekin mere muh mein uska underwear hone ke kaaran woh bahar hi nahi aayi.

Woh: Bas thoda hi dard hoga, fir anand ayega.

Fir usne aur andr ghusaya lund aur dheere dheere pura ghusa diya. Uska mota lund meri gand mein. Thodi der ruka woh aur fir shuru kar diya gand marna. Andr bahar. Aur woh moan kar raha. Mujhe dard ho raha.

Woh chodta gaya, main niklna chahta tha, par woh mere upr chadha hua tha, nikalne ka rasta hi nahi tha. Aur thodi der baad dard kam ho gaya. Aur woh marta gaya gand. Fir dheere dheere maza aane laga.

Fir thodi der baad mujhe bhi hawas vapas aa gayi. Jo mujhse keh rahi aur chud achhe se chud aur main maza lene laga. Beech beech mein woh meri gand par spank bhi kar raha tha.

Woh: Sale teri gand to bahut mast hai, tu sahi londa mil gaya, ab se tu meri randi

Main kuchh nahi bola aur chudai ka maza leta gaya.

Woh: Mera nikalne vala hai!

Usne ek andr jhatka mara zor ka, aur andar sara maal nikal diya. Woh lund bahar nikal kar bagal mein let gaya. Aur woh aur main dono hafne lage aur meri gand mein se uska maal bahar ane laga.

To ye thi meri pehli chudai ki kahani. Yaha khatam nahi hai, abhi aur bhi hai. Agar story hit hui to next part bhi ayega.

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Hi, I am Sandeep from Andhra Pradesh. I am 24 years old and working as a software engineer in an MNC. I have always had this fantasy of being humiliated by people below my age. But I have never had the chance to experience this. But one day, I got the opportunity! Let me proceed to the story.

One day I went to my hometown to attend a festival. There were some teen boys aged 19 years residing beside the house. Out of them, there was a boy named Kiran. They are studying college first year. No one in my street talked with my family due to some feuds.

One day, my parents went to some place, so I was free at home alone. Those boys were talking to each other in front of my house. At that time I was in a towel wearing jockey-cut underwear with a t-shirt. I was talking on the phone and stood some 20 feet in front of them.

Kiran was like a bully in my street. The same age people used to be scared of him. So while I was in a towel, Kiran just pulled that towel and took it himself! Now I was just in my t-shirt and underwear. I thought of yelling at him but I thought of it and liked the idea of getting humiliated by him. So, this was the time for that.

After he pulled my towel, all the boys laughed at me and took photos. I was very tall and with cut underwear, I looked awkward. Then I went inside home running. I liked that humiliation and it turned on very high. Then I went to the washroom and masturbated imagining that humiliation.

After that, I bathed. To my shock, Kiran recorded all my masturbation and bathing. He showed the video and understood that I liked humiliation and told me to do whatever he asked. I said ok.

Now the late teenagers sat on a chair and told me to sit on the floor with Kiran putting my legs on my phone. He told me to wear shorts and put shorts in front of them. So I wore a t-shirt first and removed my pants. Kiran’s friends laughed very much dominating an elderly guy like me who was 5 years older.

When I removed my pants, he asked me to show my dick. They laughed at my dick’s size. They said their penis size was larger than mine. I felt ashamed. Then he asked me to show my ass, so I turned back and showed my ass. Kiran hit my ass with his leg and then spat in my hole. Then he told me to take that and lick it.

I felt humiliated doing this before the teenage boys. So I took it and it tasted good. After that, I put on my shorts. He told me to walk like a dog. I started doing that. Then he sat on my back and pulled my hair and beard. Those boys even did not have proper mustaches and beards.

Kiran then said to me to come with him and they would do some kinky things to me. So I took my bike, wore a short and a t-shirt. Kiran sat back and the remaining boys followed in their bicycles as they were just college boys.

They took me to a nearby railway station and told me to piss like a dog on four legs. I felt humiliated but I enjoyed the feeling. As soon as I bent like a dog, Kiran and his friends just started spanking on my hips. I lifted my leg and pissed on a tree. Now Kiran told me to put his cock in my mouth and suck and I did it.

They were not at all giving respect to me even though they were younger than me. So, all the boys (about 10 boys), one by one masturbated on my mouth. Kiran then told me he would shame me in public, but I said no even though I liked it inside.

He told me to remove my shorts, and I did. Now I was wearing just a t-shirt and underwear. Then he took my bike and said –

Kiran: Follow me walking until I reach my home.

I was shocked.

I said: How can I walk you home in underwear?

He said: Do it.

I started walking wishing that no one would be there in my street. But sadly, that was evening time and some students started returning from college. My heart started beating fast. Kiran started spanking my ass in public while I was walking, and all the people started laughing. As I was the only one in my street doing some good job, they used to feel jealous about me. So they enjoyed the show.

At last, I entered home.

Kiran said: Take the trimmer.

I asked: Why?

Then he just trimmed my mustaches and hair. I started feeling bad, but my dick was so hard because the humiliation from a younger guy to me turned me on. He told me to dance in front of my house. But before going, he put some holes in my underwear. My ass was visible and my balls were slightly visible. I felt very humiliated.

Then Kiran put on a song and I started dancing in that torn underwear. He recorded that video. After one hour, he told me to stop. I asked him for water. To my shock, he poured water on the road and told me to drink while sitting on four legs.

While I was drinking, he even pissed. At last, all these things were over. My parents came and asked me what happened to my hair and mustaches. I just said it was some trend!

The next day, I decided to go to Bangalore to the office again. So while I was going to the railway station, Kiran accompanied me to the railway station to give me some more humiliation. I pleaded with him that this was not the right time as I was leaving from there and going to Bangalore. But he cut my pants on my back with scissors. My underwear was visible. Then he told me to sit in my seat, told me to continue the journey, and said goodbye to me.

He went back. I went to the train washroom and changed my pants. My co-passengers laughed at me.

***

So, this is a fantasy story. Tell me whether you liked it or not.

The next day was the last dubbing session. So she dressed in a low-necked and open-backed salwar kameez with skin-tight bottoms. She went to the studio and waited for Rahul. He arrived a few minutes late, looking as handsome as ever. Their eyes met, and there was an unspoken understanding between them.

They both knew what had happened the previous day was strictly professional. They went into the dubbing studio and waited for the director to arrive. After a few minutes, to their surprise, the director came along with the producer.

The producer said, “The director told me about your dubbing, Pushpa. I have to say I’m very impressed. Your voice is just perfect for the heroine.” My Mom was surprised and flattered. “Thank you so much, sir. It’s an honour to work with such a talented team.”

Rahul smiled and nodded in agreement. The producer said, “Since it’s the final session, I want to supervise the dubbing.”

My Mom went inside the booth, and Rahul sat before the music console. Before the session was about to start, the director said, “Rahul, I’ll handle the console. You go and help Pushpa like yesterday. The producer wants the voice to be more intimate and realistic.”

Rahul nodded and walked inside the booth. He sat beside my Mom and took her hand in his. The producer through the mic, “Don’t mind us, just be comfortable and dub as naturally as you did yesterday. We’ll let you know if we need anything.” Rahul squeezed her hand gently, giving her strength and support.

The scene started from the sequence they completed yesterday. The hero again kissed the heroine. So Rahul made my Mom sit on his lap and planted some kisses on her back. My Mom moaned softly into the mic, making the sound effects more realistic.

Then my Mom turned back and offered him a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced wildly in their mouths. The director and the producer were getting ready for a show. As the scene progressed, Rahul had to make my Mom dub a number of scenes.

He held her close, whispering sweet nothings in her ear while his hands roamed over her body. My Mom felt herself growing increasingly aroused as they continued. Her heart was racing, and her breath was coming in short gasps. Then, in the movie, the hero undresses the heroine.

Rahul took this as his cue. He slowly untied the knot at my Mom’s neck, revealing her bare shoulder. He trailed his fingers down her arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake until he reached the cuff of her sleeve.

With gentle yet insistent movements, he slid it up her arm, revealing more of her toned and smooth skin. My Mom closed her eyes, savouring the sensation of his touch and the growing warmth between her legs. As he continued to undress her, Rahul moved to her side, kneeling beside her.

He untied the drawstring at her waist, pulling her bottoms down her hips and exposing her toned thighs. My Mom let out a soft moan, arching her back into his touch. He lowered the bottoms further, revealing her shapely calves and, finally, her feet.

He took a step back, admiring the view before him. My Mom was in her bra and panties now. Her long, braided hair fell over her shoulder. Her eyes closed as she took deep breaths. He walked around her, circling her waist with his arm. Then, sliding his hand up her back, feeling the silk of her bra.

He hooked his finger under the strap. He slowly pulled it down her shoulder, revealing the curve of her breast. My Mom covered her breasts by crossing her arms over her chest. Her cheeks flushed with the embarrassment of standing half-naked in front of him.

Meanwhile, the director and producer were watching from the control room. “It’s okay,” Rahul whispered, his voice rough with desire. “You look beautiful.” He moved closer to open her arms, gently guiding them down to her sides, revealing her breasts. He was amazed at how perfect they looked.

They were full and round, her nipples hard and dusky-coloured. He couldn’t believe she was 40 years old. My Mom bit her lip, feeling self-conscious but excited by the way he was looking at her. His gaze was filled with hunger, his pupils dilated, and his breathing shallow.

He couldn’t believe he was finally able to see her like this. He bent down and started kissing her breasts, flicking his tongue across her nipples and making her gasp. His hands roamed all over her body, caressing every inch of her smooth, creamy skin.

He felt her tense as he moved lower, his fingers tracing the line of her panties, teasing her before finally dipping inside. My Mom let out a cry as his fingers slid between her wet folds. Her body shuddered at the contact. He looked up at her, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before he returned to his task.

His fingers moved deeper, finding her entrance and slowly easing inside. My Mom moaned loudly. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she arched her back, pushing herself against him. He pumped his fingers in and out, his thumb brushing against her clit.

My Mom felt a tightness growing deep inside her, a tingling sensation building between her legs. Rahul added a second finger, his thumb still moving in slow, circular motions against her clit. The sensation was becoming too much for her. My Mom knew she wouldn’t last long.

Her whole body shook, and her breath came in gasps. He continued to work his fingers inside her, his other hand gripping her hip and holding her steady. Rahul could sense that she was close. He leaned forward, kissing her neck and whispering in her ear, “That’s it, baby. Just let go.”

My Mom let out a long moan as her orgasm washed over her, her body trembling with pleasure. She gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin as she rode the waves of her release. In the scene, the hero was licking the heroine’s pussy.

So Rahul made my Mom sit on the chair and spread her legs wide. The director and the producer were getting ready for ‘the action.’ He knelt between her legs, his eyes dark with desire as he looked up at her. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice hoarse.

My Mom blushed, biting her lip as she watched him move closer. He planted a soft kiss on the inside of her thigh. His fingers traced a line along her skin before stopping at her panties. It was soaking wet with her juices. He could see the outline of her swollen lips through the fabric.

He slowly pulled the panties down her legs, revealing her pussy in all its glory. My Mom blushed, feeling embarrassed and exposed. But the hunger in his eyes only increased. Her pussy was perfectly shaved, her lips dusky brown and glistening with her juices.

He moved closer, taking a deep breath and inhaling the scent of her arousal. My Mom could feel his breath on her skin, making her shiver with anticipation. He licked his lips. His hands rested on her thighs as he leaned forward and kissed her inner thigh.

My Mom bit her lip, her body tense with desire. She watched him move closer and closer to her pussy, his eyes locked on hers the whole time. He finally touched his lips to her pussy, kissing it gently before running his tongue along her lips.

She gasped, her hips bucking against his mouth, her eyes wide. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. He was relentless, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles around her clit, his hands gripping her thighs and holding her steady. He moved lower, his tongue slipping inside her and exploring her depths.

My Mom moaned loudly, her hands reaching down and tangling in his hair. Her legs wrapped around his neck and locked him in place. He sucked on her lips, his tongue teasing her clit and driving her crazy. She couldn’t believe how good it felt. She closed her eyes.

Letting herself get lost in the sensation while dubbing her voice into the mic, “Ah, aah.” Her voice sounded desperate, pleading. He continued his assault, his tongue moving faster and faster until she was right on the edge. My Mom held on, wanting to make it last as long as possible.

Her hips moved in sync with his movements, her eyes closed and her mouth open in a silent scream. He was tongue-fucking my Mom, and she was loving every second of it. Finally, she could hold back no longer. With a loud moan, her body tensed.

Her orgasm crashed over her, waves of pleasure washing through every inch of her. Her pussy clenched around his tongue, her legs trembling as she rode out the intense sensation. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, her chest heaving and her face flushed with embarrassment.

“Wow,” she whispered, “That was… amazing.” He grinned up at her, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “You taste so good,” he said, kissing her inner thigh before standing up. He was passionately kissing her lips, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

The director and producer seemed very satisfied with the scene. They asked them to continue dubbing the audio. They moved on to the next scene, where the hero makes love to the heroine. My Mom had to bring out the exact emotions while dubbing her voice into the microphone.

So Rahul made my Mom to lie on the sofa. He then took off his shirt and pants. He was wearing boxer shorts, which were also removed. My Mom blushed when she saw this much younger guy completely naked in front of her with a huge erection. She was getting aroused just by looking at him.

My Mom then slowly opened her legs, inviting him to her entrance. He climbed on top of her, his bare chest pressing against her breasts. His hard cock was already leaking precum, and she could feel its warmth against her inner thigh. He looked into her eyes and smiled before kissing her softly on the lips.

Their tongues tangled together as he moved lower to her neck, nipping and sucking on her skin. She arched her back, her hands running through his hair, her body craving more contact with him. He continued to kiss and nip at her neck. His hips moved between her legs, rubbing his dick against her wet folds.

My Mom let out a soft moan, her body trembling with desire. He was teasing her, driving her wild with anticipation. Finally, my Mom got hold of his hard cock in her hand and guided it to her entrance. He let out a deep groan as she slowly impaled herself on him, their hips meeting in a hard thrust.

The sensation of being filled by him was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure through her body. He started moving slowly, his hips meeting hers in a rhythmic dance. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. Their skin slapped together, the sound echoing in the room.

My Mom arched her back, her nails digging into his shoulders as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. She gasped for breath, her eyes rolling back in her head. He picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster, his hips slapping against her with each stroke.

She could feel the pressure building inside her, the urge to cum, overwhelming. He bent down to kiss her, his lips soft and demanding. She could feel the heat of his breath on her skin. He was kissing and fucking my Mom at the same time. She was loving every second of it.

He then pulled his cock out and made her on all fours. He slapped her ass cheeks hard, making her moan. He then positioned himself and was rubbing his hard cock against her wet pussy lips. She was so turned on that she could feel the wetness dripping down her inner thighs.

Finally, he thrust forward, penetrating her deeply. He was so big that it stretched her tight pussy, making her gasp for breath. He started moving slowly, his hips meeting hers in a sensual rhythm. He was fucking her slowly, allowing her to adjust to his size.

My Mom arched her back, her hands clutching at the sofa, her breasts swaying freely. She looked back over her shoulder at him, their eyes locking. He smiled at her, seeing the desire in her eyes.

Rahul got hold of her long braided hair and gently pulled her back towards him, deepening the connection between them. She rolled her hair on his wrists and was pulling her closer. My Mom felt his cock hitting her G-spot with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

He picked up the pace, his hips slamming into hers. The sound of their skin slapping together fills the room. He reached around, cupping her ass cheek in his hand, and slapped it hard, making her cry out. He continued to fuck her, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding.

She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her orgasm building inside her. “I want to ride you now, Rahul,” she said, her voice shaking with desire. She got off the sofa and turned around, presenting her naked body to him. He smiled approvingly and sat on the couch.

“Pushpa, ride me hard,” he said, his voice husky. My Mom climbed onto him, her legs straddling his hips. He guided his cock to her entrance, and she lowered herself onto him slowly, taking him deep inside her. She let out a moan as he filled her. Her breasts pressed against his chest, their skin slippery with sweat.

She started moving, her hips rocking back and forth, riding him hard. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, feeling her body slide up and down his shaft. She leaned forward, resting her weight on his thighs. Her breasts swayed just above his face.

She was in control now, her movements setting the pace as she rode him for all she was worth. Her pussy was tight and wet. Each time she came down on him, he felt a jolt of pleasure that seemed to shoot straight to his core. He could tell she was close, could feel the tension building in her body.

He started thrusting harder, faster, meeting her movements with equal force. He kissed her neck, sucking on her skin. She arched her back, moaning loudly. He could feel her orgasm building, could sense the way her muscles began to quiver around his cock.

He reached up, cupping her breast in his hand, rolling her nipple between his fingers as she rode him harder, faster. My Mom was bouncing like a pro, her body moving in perfect rhythm with his. She was so wet, so hot. She was taking him deep, her tight pussy gripping him like a vice.

He groaned, feeling his orgasm building, feeling the power of it coursing through his veins. He looked up at her, their eyes locked, and knew that he was going to lose control. He held on tight, feeling her body shudder as her orgasm crashed over them both.

Her pussy squeezed him so tightly that he felt like he was about to explode. My Mom said, “I want you to cum inside me, baby. I want to feel you fill me up.” Her words sent a shiver down his spine. She increased the pace, riding him harder, faster, her breasts slapping against his chest.

Bouncing up and down on his lap, she was in complete control. Finally, Rahul gripped her tightly, giving one last harder and deeper thrust into her pussy. “Yes, yes!” she cried out, arching her back, digging her nails into his shoulders. She let out her final moan as she felt him pulse inside her.

He cum a huge load into her, feeling every muscle in her body clench around him as she milked his orgasm from him. He held her tight, his fingers digging into her hips as they both caught their breath. My Mom kept sitting on his lap with his still-hard cock buried deep inside her.

She was feeling it twitch and throb as it began to soften slowly. She wanted to feel his cock softening inside her, wanted to feel every last bit of his cum draining out of her. She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips, their tongues dancing together.

“That was incredible, Rahul. I’ve never felt anything like that before.” She began to slide off his lap, but he held her hips tightly. “Let my cock stay inside you a little longer. I want to feel it softening inside you.” She smiled at his words and settled back against him, their naked bodies pressed together.

Rahul wrapped his arms around her, feeling the warmth of her skin against his. He could feel his cock starting to soften inside her. But it still held onto her tightly, refusing to let go entirely. He kissed her neck, tracing his lips down to her collarbone.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, running his fingers through her hair. “And so sexy.” My Mom replied, “Hmmm, thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.” She let out a contented sigh, enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms.

Finally, his softened cock slipped free from her, leaving a trail of his seed inside her. She let out a small moan, feeling the last of him leave her body.

The director and the producer came in and started congratulating my Mom, rubbing her bare back. “That was amazing, Pushpa. Exactly the voice we were looking for. You’re a natural.” They high-fived each other and thanked her profusely.

My Mom, still naked, sitting on Rahul’s lap, blushed. She felt embarrassed and yet proud of herself at the same time. She leaned into Rahul, grateful for his support and the warmth of his body. The producer teasingly slapped her fluffy bottom.

He said, “And that ass! Oh my God, you would have been a top star if you had entered the industry!” Everyone in the room laughed, and my Mom giggled nervously. The director then cupped her boobs and teasingly said, “You could still be a star with these.”

“No sir, I’m fine with my job and being a Mom,” my Mom replied, feeling more and more self-conscious. The director playfully pinched her nipples, making her gasp. “Oh, I think you could handle both.” Rahul then slid his fingers and playfully pinched and pulled her clit.

“Ahhh!” my Mom yelled out, arching her back into his touch. The room erupted in laughter. “Oh, it seems our little Pushpa is still quite the actress,” the producer said with a grin. “And a very naughty one too.” She laughed and chatted with them and left the studio with a very lucrative paycheck.

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Ye un dino ki baat hai, jab main college mein padha karta tha. Us time main 1st year mein tha. Hamari class mein ek ladki thi Meera name ki. Wo bahut ameer khandan se thi. Uska rang doodh ki tarah gora tha. Uske boobs medium size se thode bade the. Jis time main college mein tha, us time ladkiyan skirt pehan kar aati thi.

Wo tight fitting wali shirt pehan kar aati thi. Mere dost to jaan-boojh kar uske sath baithte the, taaki wo shirt ke button ke beech mein jo gap hota hai, usme se andar ka nazara dekh sake. Fitting wali shirt, skirt, aur gora rang use aur bhi sexy banata tha.

Sabhi ladke uske aage-peeche ghoomte rehte the. Aur Meera bhi un ladkon se maze leti rehti thi. Lekin ladkon ko limit cross karne nahi deti thi. Jo bhi limit cross karta tha use ache se daant deti thi. Mujhe to bahut sharam aati thi uske paas jaane mein, to main sirf use door se hi dekhta tha. Poori class mein sabse shant rehne wala bachha main hi tha. Kahani yaha se shuru hoti hai.

Hamare college ki chutti 4 baje hoti thi. Chhuti hone ke 5 minute pehle hi class mein ek circular aaya ki ab se ladkiyan skirt ki jagah pant pehnengi. Teacher ne sabhi ladkiyon se kaha ki ab se skirt pehanna band college mein. Thodi der baad Meera mere paas aayi apna bag lekar, aur mere sath wali seat par baith gayi. Wo boli-

Meera: Tumhara English ka homework complete hai?

Me: Haa, mera complete hai.

Meera: Mujhe apni notebook dedo. Main tumhe kal de doongi.

Me: Theek hai le jao.

Meera ne meri notebook apne bag mein rakh li, aur fir meri taraf dekhne lagi aur boli-

Meera: Tum itne alag kyun rehte ho sab se? Aur mujhse kabhi baat karne aate hi nahi tum to?

Me: Arre! Kuch nahi bas aise hi (sharmaate hue bola main).

Meera: Baaki ladkon ko dekho mere aas-paas madhu-makkhi ki tarah mandrate rehte hai (wo hass kar boli).

Me: Wo mujhe thodi sharam aati hai tumhare paas aane mein.

Meera: Haa mujhe pata hai (smile karte hue boli). Baaki ladkon ka bhi mujhe pata hai ki wo kyun aate hai mere paas. Lekin tum mujhe sabse ache ladke lagte ho poori class mein. Tumhara mann bahut saaf hai.

Main sharmate hue hass pada. Itne mein chhuti ki ghanti baj gayi, aur saare bachhe bag utha kar ghar jaane lage.

Meera: Tum ghar kaise jaate ho?

Me: Wo papa lene aate hai. Lekin aaj mummy-papa dono kisi ke yaha shaadi mein gaye hai, to mujhe bus se hi jana padega.

Meera: Chalo aaj tumhe main ghar chhodh doongi. Lekin uske liye tumhe aadhe ghante tak mere sath rukna padega. Wo driver thoda late aayega aaj. Wo pehle papa ko airport drop karke fir mujhe lene aaega

Me: Theek hai, main ruk jaunga.

Chhutti ki ghanti bajte hi poora college 5 minute mein khaali ho gaya tha. Thodi der mein peon bhaiya aaye classroom lock karne ke liye. To Meera ne bataya ki hame aadhe ghante mein driver lene aane wala tha.

Wo bolte: Theek hai, main college ke main gate ke paas waale room mein hi baithta hu. Jab jao to bata dena main room lock kar doonga.

Ye bol kar peon bhaiya chale gaye.

Meera: Chalo peeche corner wali seat par baithte hai. Ab aadhe ghante tak tumhare sath baat karungi main aur tumhari sharam door karungi.

Meera ne classroom ka darwaza andar se lock kar diya aur boli-

Meera: Ab hame koi disturb nahi karega. Aur driver uncle ka jab call aayega ye darwaza tabhi khulega. Aaj tumhe mujhse koi nahi bacha payega (ye bol kar hasne lagi wo).

Aur main ye sun kar aur sharma gaya. Main jitna sharma raha tha, usko utna hi maza aa raha tha. Wo mere paas aa kar baith gayi.

Meera: To sach-sach batao, main kaisi lagti hu tumhe?

Me: Theek lagti ho.

Meera: Sach batao, warna ghar jaane nahi doongi tumhe.

Me: Bahut achi lagti ho tum.

Meera: Ab to mujhe skirt ki jagah pant pehan kar aana padega. Main skirt mein zyada achi dikhti hu ya pant mein zyada achi dikhungi?

Me (sharmate hue bola): Dono mein ek jaisi dikhogi tum.

Meera (usne mere jhuke hue face ko apni taraf mod kar kaha): Dono mein se ek cheez batao.

Me: Skirt mein.

Meera (haste hue boli): Thank you. Tumhara kabhi mann kiya hai ye jaanne ka ki skirt ke andar kya hai?

Main shock ho gaya tha ye sun kar. Meri heartbeat tez ho gayi thi.

Meera: Dekho agar tum kuch bologe nahi to main kabhi baat nahi karungi tumse. Jo bhi mann mein hai wo bejhijak ho kar bol do. Aise mauke baar-baar nahi milte

Me (maine socha baat to sahi hai. Maine saari sharam ko side kiya aur sab kuch sach-sach bola): Haa mann to karta hai jaanne ka, lekin kabhi mauka hi nahi mila.

Meera: Aaj tumhe sab pata chal jayega.

Fir Meera ne mera hath pakda aur apni skirt ke andar le gayi, aur apni panty par rakh diya, aur dabane ke liye bola. Fir maine dabaya aur ache se usko rub karne laga. Mere rub karne se usko bhi maza aane laga.

Meera boli: Meri panty ke andar hath daal kar rub karo.

Aisa karne se use aur bhi zyada maza aane lag gaya. Uski pussy bahut soft aur garam thi.

Wo boli: Apni sabse badi ungli meri pussy mein daalo, aur use tab tak rub karte raho jab tak meri pussy mein se paani na nikle.

Main ungli daal kar rub karna start karta hu aur uski awaaz nikalni start ho jati hai.

Meera: Ouch… aur zor se karo, aaah, aur zor se.

Uski ye awaaze sun kar main aur excited ho jata hu. Aur main aur zor se rub karne lagta hu. Uski awaaz aur tez ho jati hai. Uski ye awaaz sun kar itna maza aata hai mujhe, jo aaj tak kabhi nahi aaya tha. Fir uski pussy se paani nikal jata hai.

Main pussy rub karna band kar deta hu, aur wo bhi shant ho jati hai, aur mujhe gale laga leti hai. Main bhi usko kass kar pakad leta hu. Gale lagte time uske boobs meri chhaati ko touch kar rahe hote hai.

Meera: Mere boobs tumhe chubh to nahi rahe (wo maze lekar poochti hai)?

Me: Arre nahi-nahi. Bahut soft feel ho rahe hai aur maza bhi aa raha hai

Meera (haste hue): Chalo tumhari sharam to khatam hui.

Meera meri godi mein baith jati hai meri taraf muh karke, aur dono taange left aur right side mein karke kuch is tarah baithti hai ki uski pussy aur mera lund upar neeche hote hai. Uske boobs bilkul mere chehre ke saamne the.

Meera: To dekhna chaahoge is soft cheez ko?

Me: Haa zaroor.

Meera: Theek hai, khud hi khol kar dekh lo. Aaj sab tumhara hai.

Maine ek-ek karke uski shirt ke button khole. Usne black bra pehni hui thi. Uske boobs itne bade the ki bra se bhi thode baahar nikal rahe the. Aur black bra ki wajah se boobs aur bhi gore dikh rahe the. Boob dekhte hi maine unko apne hatho se dabana shuru kar diya tha.

Meera: Inko bas hatho se dabate hi rahoge ya inko suck bhi karoge?

Maine uski bra kholne ke liye peeche hath le gaya, lekin mujhse wo khuli hi nahi.

Meera (maze lete hue hass kar boli): Bra kholna seekh lo, aage bahut kaam aayega.

Meera ne bra khol ke utaar kar side mein rakh di. Usko kabhi bina bra ke dekhne ko milega ye maine sapne mein bhi nahi socha tha. Fir maine ek hath se right boob ko dabaya, aur doosre hath se left boob ko pakad kar uske Pinkish nipple ko suck karne laga.

Jaise hi maine uske nipple to suck karna shuru kiya, usne apne dono hath mere sir par rakhe, aur boobs ki taraf dabane lagi aur boli-

Meen: Aahhh, aur suck karo mere nipple ko. Dono ko suck karo baari-baari se.

Maine suck kiya baari-baari se dono nipples ko. Wo aur excited ho rahi thi, aur mere baalon mein hath fer kar mere sir ko boobs ki taraf aur zor se push karne lagi. Ye karte time meri pant mein mera lund hard hota jaa raha tha. Fir mera hard lund use panty ke andar feel ho raha tha. Wo meri lap se uth gayi, aur mujhe bhi khade ho jaane ke liye bola.

Meera: Tumne mujhe bahut excited kar diya hai. Ab tumhe meri saari desires poori karni hogi.

Meera table par baith gayi, aur apni dono taange khol kar mujhe skirt ke andar jaane ka ishara kiya. Maine uski skirt uthayi aur uski gori-gori thighs ko kis karna shuru kiya. Thighs par kis karte-karte dheere-dheere pussy ki aur badhne laga. Fir uski panty utaar kar uski pussy ko kiss karne laga.

Meera boli: Isme apni tongue daalo aur suck karo isko.

Maine tongue daal kar suck karna shuru kiya. Wo apne dono hath mere sar par rakh kar apni pussy ki taraf dabane lagi. Jaise-jaise main apni tongue daal kar suck kar raha tha, waise-waise uski cheekhein  nikal rahi thi.

Meera: Aahh… Rukna mat… aur suck karo ahhh.

Aakhri lambi cheekh maar kar usne mere baalon ko pakad kar mere sar ko peeche kiya, aur khade ho kar mujh kass kar gale laga liya. Uske nange boobs mujhe apni shirt ke upar se bhi feel ho rahe the. Fir thodi der tak wo mujhe kass kar gale laga kar khadi rahi. Thodi der baad maine bola-

Me: Hamara hug dhang se ho nahi paa raha. Beech mein kapde aa rahe hai.

Meera: To utaar do kapde.

Main apni shirt, pant, aur underwear bhi utaar kar poora nanga khada ho gaya uske saamne. Usne bhi apni skirt utaar di. Thodi der tak nangi Meera ko dekha maine, aur sochne laga ki itni sundar ladki ke sath ye sab karne ko milega, maine kabhi socha bhi nahi tha.

Nangi Meera ko dekh kar mera lund full khada ho gaya tha. Ye dekh kar wo muskurane lagi, aur firse gale lag gayi. Is baar uska ek-ek body part mere shareer se touch ho raha tha. Uska shareer mere shareer ke mukable zyada garam tha.

Ek hath se maine usko kamar se padka, aur doose hath se uski gaand ko apne lund ki taraf dabaya. Uska shareer bahut soft aur garam tha, dabane mein bahut maza aa raha tha. Mann kar raha tha bas aise hi daba kar kass kar gale laga rahu.

Aage ki story part-2 mein continue karenge.

Hi, I am Madhusudhan from Bangalore. I have written 20+ stories already, which you can read here. I’m here to narrate a true incident of one of my story readers. Comments and anyone for a real relationship can ping mat [email protected]

Hi, Dears. Every woman (and man) wants to be faithful to their spouses. But it’s the time which you spend with each other that keeps them faithful or not. Mine is also one such experience. Let’s get into the story without keeping you waiting.

I’m Geeta, 30 years old now. I hail from Shimoga, which is a beautiful hill station in Karnataka. People from hilly regions are always more attractive, charming and funny. I’m no exception to that. I’m 5.4” in height and weigh 58 kg. I will let your dream decide my structure.

I got married at the beginning of 2021 (Covid batch). I was 27, and that was the time when things were getting back to normal. Me and my hubby are both working in the IT field in Bangalore. But since it was during Covid, we were in WFH.

We were young, energetic and newly married living in a hill station. You can understand what we will be doing often. Yes, we had wonderful sex as and when we had the time. There were no limits to it, and it was always not fucking.

At times, we would have a 5-minute break between meetings. My hubby will kiss and grope my boobs and leave. I will also do the same. There are times I have kept his cock in my mouth when he is in a meeting. I tease him by taking it deep inside, especially when he is actively talking in the meeting.

We always had bite marks on our bodies. My lips were always swollen during that period. We were very active in bed and decided not to have kids for a few years. So we were enjoying life to the fullest.

Both of us don’t drink or smoke or party. We enjoy life by roaming around, watching movies, cuddling, and talking to each other.

But finally, by April/May ’21, Covid stopped completely. My husband got an opportunity to go onsite. It was a short-term trip at that time for 8 to 10 months. So there was no option for me to join him. But unless he takes this trip, he will find it difficult to get another onsite soon.

So we decided not to miss this opportunity. From that day till the day before he left for the US, we had 3 to 8 times of fucking every day. It later made me feel bad, as that much fun had made me literally starve for sex in the coming days. We kept chatting or doing video calls whenever possible.

But I never liked the idea of watching each of us nude in video and satisfy ourselves. There is no thrill in that. So, after a month, my craving for sex peaked. I openly confessed to my hubby that I needed him with me as soon as possible.

He couldn’t do anything apart from explaining to me why he couldn’t come back soon without any proper reason. (Emergency leave in the need to have sex is not part of any company culture, wtf). I did control my desires.

Finally, the day came when I was asked to come to Bangalore. Work from the office 2-3 days a week, and the rest of the days will be WFH. Shimoga is 300 km from Bangalore. Hence, I took a PG in a Flat with 2 more roommates. Both of whom are also working in the IT field.

Life became normal, and I was no longer newlywed. My boobs have become 2 inches bigger than what they used to be. My ass increased by an inch (of course, because of the sex we had before my hubby went abroad). Days became weeks, and 6 months got over just like that.

It was the last week of Oct ’21. One day, my hubby called me and said one of his colleagues was coming back to Bangalore in a week as his onsite was over. And he will hand over some things to him. (Some lingerie, dresses for me and sweets for the family).

On a Wednesday morning around 11 am, I got a call from an unknown number.

Him: Hi, is it Geeta?

Me: Who’s it?

Him: I’m Ashok, a friend of your hubby. I wanted to hand over the things which he gave me.

Me: Oh, sorry. My hubby didn’t share your number and, hence, couldn’t realize it was you. Also, I wasn’t expecting you to call this immediately after landing.

Ashok: It’s ok. Not at all a problem.

Me: I’m actually in the middle of work now and not sure when I will be available. Is it fine, if we can meet on Saturday?

Ashok: Absolutely, take care bye.

Me: Bye.

Nov’21 first week was Diwali, and all my flatmates had gone to native. I was alone, staying in the room for the weekend. On Saturday, around 2 pm, when I was washing my clothes, I got a call from Ashok.

Ashok: Hi Geeta, how are you?

Me: I’m good, Ashok.

Ashok: I’m coming towards BTM around 5 pm and can travel to HSR to hand over the things.

Me: Sure, let me know once you are in BTM, and we can meet someplace nearby

But as a lazy ass, I slept immediately after lunch. He called me around 5 pm, and I missed his call. I woke up at 6 and saw his missed call and called him back. He was already in HSR by that time. I apologized and said let’s catch up at my place.

It will take a lot of time for me to get ready after this. I didn’t want to make him wait. I was in a tee and skirt. The top 2 buttons of my T-shirt were open, which I didn’t realize at first. He came around 6:30 pm. I greeted him and gave him a cup of coffee.

He kept looking at my cleavage all that time. We spoke for an hour or so about multiple things. He seemed to be a really nice guy and a good friend to me, too. It was almost 8, and I was hungry. So we decided to go to a nearby hotel which was 10 minutes from my flat. We decided he would go to his place from there.

I freshened up and got ready in my room. I told him to use my roommate’s restroom. Their bra and panties were lying, and he happened to see them. I came back in jeans and a black sleeveless top. We went to the hotel, again chatted for sometime and had our dinner.

Is being in Bangalore a luck or curse? It started raining, and we both cursed the rain. It looked like the rain wouldn’t stop anytime soon, so we came back to my place on his bike. We were completely drenched. To our bad luck, power had gone, and we were in the dark.

I took a towel, gave it to him and told him to dry himself. I went to my bedroom. While on the way, I hit a wooden chair and fell, it did hurt me slightly. I don’t know if it was the longing to be touched by someone or to act in front of a stranger. I acted like it hurt so much, and he came to lift me.

While doing so, he ended up touching my back and side of my boobs. It made me so aroused. (Not sure why I acted so bitchy that day). Then, he helped me go to the room where I could dry myself. (This time, again, he touched me, and I guess he also got aroused by the situation).

Ashok: Geeta, your dress is so wet. If you sit on the bed, it will also become wet. You won’t be able to sleep at night, or you will end up getting a cold fever.

Geeta: That’s ok. I can’t even stand properly, and it will be difficult to change dress in this situation.

Ashok: If you don’t mind, I can help you change the dress.

Geeta: No, no, not possible. Please leave the room. I will manage somehow

After a minute of trying, I felt what if he came inside and undressed me. Since it was dark, I thought he wouldn’t be able to see me properly, so that nothing would happen. I was daring to do such an act that day

Geeta: Aah!

Ashok: What happened?

Geeta: I can’t remove my dress. It’s a pain in my back as well. Looks like I got hit there as well. (It was a lie)

Ashok: I’m coming inside. This is why I said I will help you out.

Saying so, without waiting for me, he put a hand near my belly on my tees and moved it up. While his hands were moving up, it touched the nipple of my boobs. I let out a slight “Sshhh” moan. He also must have gotten horny with that. He started to press my boobs a little harder this time.

I was so aroused I kept murmuring to myself, “Please don’t do this, Ashok, this is wrong.” I don’t even know if he heard what I said. He moved closer to me and started to kiss my lips. I didn’t open my mouth.

Ashok: Geeta, your lips look so beautiful, like a pink flower. I want to taste them. Please open your mouth and give me your tongue.

I obeyed him and opened my mouth. We lip-locked for a few minutes, and then he started to kiss all over my face. He literally was licking me everywhere. I was feeling more and more horny with his act. Then he started to kiss my neck by keeping a hand on my waist.

That’s when I fell entirely for him. I put my hands inside his hair, which gave him a signal that I was also passionate about having sex with him. He kept kissing my neck, then kissed near my boobs. I lay down in bed upside down out of shame.

He came on top and started to kiss from the start of my ass and moved up in my spinal cord. He kept kissing me till he reached the neck. He unhooked the bra, started to kiss the side of my boobs. I completely surrendered myself to him.

He turned me, removed the bra from my shoulders and started to suck my boobs. He started with his mouth on the right and his hand on the left. He kept exchanging positions so that he gave equal importance to both of them. He played separately on my nipples initially.

He then bit the boobs without the nipples, came to the bottom of the boobs and kissed me. I inserted my hands inside his t-shirt and was playing with his nipples. Then removed it gently, and we got into lip lock again for some time.

While kissing me on the lips, his hands went inside my panty and touched my pussy. I used to shave once a week. It was neither too hairy nor clean. It was easy for him to find the hole and insert his fingers. He started to finger fuck me for a few minutes while kissing my lips and boobs.

I had a heavy orgasm and let out a huge moan of relief. He went down and removed my panty. My mind was telling me it was wrong, but my heart wanted it that day. Finally, the heart won, and I let him remove the pants. He came near my panty and smelled it.

Ashok: Geeta, I’m so lucky to get a chance to be in bed with such beauty. Your boobs are well shaped, your lips are so good, and now I see your pussy. They are pinkish and look beautiful.

Even though there was no power, our eyes got used to the darkness, and we were able to see each other’s bodies. He started to lick my pussy like a baby licking ice cream with much joy and loving each moment of it. I was also mesmerized by the way he licked me.

I kept moaning throughout that 15 minutes. Then he got up and removed his pants and showed me his cock, and asked me to suck it. I usually don’t suck cock much for my husband, too. But he gave me real pleasure that day, and I didn’t want to disappoint him.

Hence, I started licking and sucking it. Then he spread my legs and came on top of me, spreading my legs a little wider. He kept his cock on the top of my pussy and was playing around with me without inserting it.

Geeta: Ashok, please don’t tease me more. I need it inside.

Ashok: What do you want me to do?

Geeta: I want you to fuck me
Ashok: I wanted to hear that word from you.

Geeta: Now that I have told it, can you put your cock inside and fuck me hard? I want it inside now. I’m burning inside.

All this conversation was in Kannada. So people can relate it to their mother tongue.

Without giving a second thought, he inserted his cock entirely in one go. My pussy had been deprived of sex, so it was not ready to take it that easily. It was a little painful in the first push. Later, the pain subsided, and it became a pleasurable moment.

After an hour-long fucking session, including a lot of foreplay, he released his cum inside me. I was in no mood to think of the consequences. I was more into enjoying the fun part of it.

We ended up having 3 rounds of sex that day, twice in missionary and once in doggy position. We slept around 3 am. The power came around 1 am, and he fucked me harder by seeing my naked body in the 3rd round.

The next morning, we woke up around 10 am. I asked him to stay with me for a day. We kept fucking for a few more times till evening. Then he left home. While he was leaving, both of us felt guilty for cheating my hubby (his friend) and decided not to meet/contact again.

He got a chance to move abroad to another country and is now settled there. So I hope we won’t meet again and will try to be faithful to our spouses. This is the end of this story. Comments are welcome to either of ours or both mail IDs, [email protected] or [email protected]

I wanted to be faithful. But my colleague seduced me and made me have sex with him. That is also my real-life incident.