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It was a hot summer evening in Delhi. I, a mere college student named Romeo, received a message from two intriguing individuals named Sarthak and Lily. They had come across my erotic stories on this website of ISS and were captivated by my writing.

Sarthak was a 46-year-old man, and Lily was a 39-year-old woman. Both lived in a lavish house in Delhi.

Lily was a woman of elegance and grace, with a petite figure and a beautiful face that radiated warmth and kindness. Her long, curly brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her deep brown eyes sparkled with excitement.

She wore a red silk saree that accentuated her curves. I could tell that she took great care of herself. Her smooth, milky skin was unblemished, and her lips were full and inviting. I could see the faint lines of age adorning her face, adding character to her allure.

As we chatted, Sarthak and Lily proposed a tantalizing proposition. They wanted me to come over to their house and write a story based on a real-life encounter between the three of us. I was hesitant at first. But their seductive words and promises of a generous cash reward convinced me to take the plunge.

When I arrived at their house, I was greeted by Lily’s radiant smile and Sarthak’s firm handshake. I felt my heart race as they described the thrill of watching their partner surrender to another’s touch. Lily’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and I could sense her anticipation growing.

They led me to their spacious bedroom, where the magic was about to happen. The air was thick with tension as they guided me to their opulent bedroom. The room was dimly lit, with candles casting flickering shadows on the marble walls.

A large, canopied bed sat in the centre, beckoning us to indulge in our fantasies. As we stood at the foot of the bed, I gently unknotted Lily’s saree, letting it pool at her feet. Her full, round breasts were adorned with delicate lace. Her nipples hardened beneath my gaze.

Her stomach was soft and inviting, leading to the triangle of dark curls between her legs. Sarthak stood by the bed, already naked, his hard cock pointing straight at me. Lily’s eyes locked onto mine, and I could sense her desire intensify.

I stepped closer to her, wrapping my arms around her waist. My lips found hers, and we kissed deeply, our tongues intertwining in a dance of passion. Sarthak’s hand reached out to cup her breast, and she moaned softly into my mouth. I trailed my lips down her neck, tasting the salt of her skin.

My fingers found the wetness between her legs. I teased her clit, feeling it swell beneath my touch. Lily’s breathing quickened. She pushed her hips against my hand, urging me for more.

Sarthak, kneeling behind her, spread her cheeks apart, revealing her tight puckered hole. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. Lily’s moans filled the room as he explored her, her body trembling beneath our touch.

I slipped a finger into her slick pussy, feeling her muscles clench around me. I added a second finger, and she gasped, her hips bucking against my hand.

“Take off your clothes, Romeo,” Lily commanded, her voice dripping with desire. “We want to see what you’re working with.”

I obliged, feeling my cock stiffen as I undressed. Lily’s eyes widened with pleasure as she admired my toned body and hard cock.

“Oh, you’re a big one,” she said, licking her lips. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

Sarthak approached me, his hand reaching for my cock. “Let’s get you nice and wet,” he said before taking my cock in his mouth and sucking eagerly.

Lily watched us, her fingers playing with her clit as Sarthak sucked my cock. I could see the desire in her eyes, and I knew that she was ready for more.

“Fuck me, Romeo,” she said, her voice trembling with anticipation. “I want to feel you inside me.”

I positioned myself between her legs, my cock poised to enter her wet pussy. But before I could do so, Sarthak interrupted.

“Wait,” he said, “let me prepare her first.”

He knelt and began to lick Lily’s pussy, his tongue probing her folds and teasing her clit. Lily moaned with pleasure, her hips bucking as Sarthak licked her.

“Oh, yes, right there,” she said, her voice trembling.

Sarthak then inserted a finger into her pussy, fucking her gently as he continued to lick her clit. Lily’s moans grew louder, and I could see the orgasm building up inside her.

“I’m going to cum,” she said, her voice trembling.

Sarthak continued to finger her as she cum, her pussy contracting around his finger as she moaned with pleasure. Once Lily had recovered from her orgasm, I positioned myself behind her, my cock poised to enter her pussy. He knelt in front of her, his cock in her mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Lily said as I entered her pussy from behind.

He watched as I fucked her, my hips slapping against her ass as I thrust in and out of her pussy. Lily sucked his cock, her moans muffled by his dick.

After a few minutes, I pulled out of Lily’s pussy and positioned myself at her ass. I inserted a finger into her ass, lubing it up with saliva before positioning myself to enter her.

“Oh, fuck,” Lily said as I entered her ass.

He watched as I fucked her ass, my hips slapping against her cheeks as he thrust in and out of her. Lily sucked my cock, her moans muffled by his dick. After a few minutes, I pulled out of Lily’s ass and lay down on the bed.

He slicked up his cock, and I did the same. I positioned myself in front of Lily, my cock pressing against her entrance. Sarthak, behind her, slowly pushed his cock into her ass. We moved in unison, easing into her, filling her up in the most intimate way.

As we began to move, Lily’s moans grew louder, her voice echoing in the room. “Yes, fuck me, both of you,” she begged, her fingers digging into my back. I felt Sarthak’s cock slide against mine, separated by the thin barrier of her flesh.

Our rhythm grew, and we fucked her harder, our bodies slapping against hers. I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock, her muscles clenching as she neared her climax. Sarthak’s fingers dug into her hips, holding her steady as he plunged into her.

Sarthak, still inside her, slipped a hand between her legs, teasing her clit. She gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. I watched as he brought her to the edge once more, her body trembling with pleasure.

As she came again, I leaned in to kiss her, tasting her sweetness mixed with the musk of our lovemaking. We lay there, spent and satisfied, our bodies entwined in a beautiful embrace.

I felt her body tense, and she cried out as she came, her pussy pulsing around my cock. I couldn’t hold back any longer and released inside her, my cum mixing with Sarthak’s as he filled her ass.

Sarthak, still inside her, slipped a hand between her legs, teasing her clit. She gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. I watched as he brought her to the edge once more, her body trembling with pleasure.

Lily and Sarthak lay down beside me, their bodies glistening with sweat.

“That was amazing,” Lily said, her voice trembling.

“Yes, it was,” Sarthak said, his hand reaching for Lily’s breast.

They paid me the stash of cash they had promised. I left their home with a smile on my face and a spring in my step. I had not only fulfilled their fantasy but had also discovered a new side of myself. I couldn’t wait to share my new experiences in my next erotic tale.

It was an experience I would never forget, a taste of ecstasy that I would always cherish.

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I am Aditya, a 25-year-old guy, sharing a story today which happened last year.

In Nov 2023, I decided to shift from a small town to a magnificent city, Mumbai, to give new direction to our business. I settled in a colony where every residence seemed like a palace, and every neighbour carried an air of sophistication.

The story began when I participated in a neighbourhood community service initiative. As I explored the neighbourhood, I encountered a girl named Shravani.

Shravani, a Marathi girl with an impeccable figure, enchanting features, and glossy hair, is known for her kindness, politeness, and helpful nature. She is proud of her Marathi roots. Shravani seamlessly blends traditional values with the cosmopolitan lifestyle of Mumbai.

One day, I embarked on my first official yoga session in the colony. I found my place in the designated area. I was attempting to synchronize my movements with the group. My eyes inadvertently locked onto the elegance of Shravani. Enchanted by her grace, I momentarily lost my concentration.

In a moment of distraction, our paths collided. Our bodies brushed against each other, a gentle yet tangible connection that disrupted the flow of the yoga routine. Shravani turned to me with a surprised smile, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and curiosity.

“Oops, I guess I should work on my balance,” I chuckled nervously, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Shravani’s laughter, like a sweet melody, filled the air. “No harm done. It happens to the best of us. Besides, I think we just created our unique yoga pose!”

The tension that often accompanies first encounters dissipated in the wake of her laughter. We found ourselves caught in an offhanded exchange of smiles. For a moment, the yoga session faded into the background as we engaged in a conversation that flowed effortlessly.

“So, new to the colony?” Shravani asked, her eyes holding a warmth that transcended mere politeness.

I nodded, feeling a sense of ease in her presence. “Yes, just shifted here from my town.”

“So, Aditya, small town to Mumbai? That’s quite the journey,” Shravani inquired, curiosity lighting up her eyes.

I nodded, a smile playing on my lips. “Yeah, it’s a whole new world for me. What about you? Mumbai seems to be in your blood.”

Shravani’s laughter tinkled like wind chimes. “Born and raised here. But hey, every place has its magic. You need to know where to look.”

And so began our first conversation, words weaving a bridge between two worlds. I shared tales of my small-town origins. Shravani unfolded the vibrant shades of her Mumbai experiences, and a connection blossomed.

As the days unfolded in society, Shravani and I found ourselves drawn together by more than just chance encounters. Our conversations, initially sparked by a collision during a yoga session, evolved into a beautiful symphony of shared stories and laughter.

One day, the colony’s event members announced a community project: creating a scrapbook for the colony. We gathered old photographs, memories, and snippets of our lives. It was during these moments of collaboration that our connection deepened.

Our shared project became a canvas for our emotions. The pages of the scrapbook narrated the story of our growing bond. Each photo held a piece of our journey, a testament to the blossoming love between a small-town boy and a city girl.

We spent countless hours working on the scrapbook. Our conversations meandered from childhood tales to dreams for the future. Shravani’s laughter became the soundtrack of my days.

One evening, we sat in the lush greenery of the colony’s park, surrounded by the soothing hum of the city. Our conversation took a turn. Shravani, with her usual grace, broke the gentle silence. Her eyes reflected a blend of curiosity and sincerity.

“Aditya, I’ve been thinking. What were your dreams back in your small town? What made you leave it all behind and come to Mumbai?”

Her question, though simple, carried an underlying depth that invited me for more than a casual response. “You know, back there, life was simpler. I dreamed of my familiar community, of making a difference in a smaller world. Mumbai was the unknown, the place where I hoped to discover something more.”

Shravani nodded thoughtfully, her eyes urging me to share more. “And what about you? What dreams did you harbour before Mumbai became your reality?”

She leaned in, eager to hear the untold stories that shaped my journey. “You see, before Mumbai, my dreams were different. I aspired to break free from the expected path to explore life beyond the confines of what was laid out for me. Mumbai was the canvas where I hoped to paint my narrative.”

We continued to exchange our dreams and aspirations. The conversation took a natural turn toward the complexities of our lives. Shravani’s questions, far from being mere inquiries, became a gateway to the core of our beings.

“Aditya, what keeps you awake at night? What are your deepest fears and your fondest memories?” I shared the intricacies of my vulnerabilities in my family business.

Then came a pivotal moment. Shravani, her eyes now reflecting a well of emotions, shared a story from her past- an experience that had moulded her into the resilient woman sitting beside me.

“This was a turning point for me,” she confessed, her voice carrying the weight of introspection. “I discovered strength within myself that I never knew existed?”

Her openness hung in the air. Shravani’s decision to open up about her life, to expose the layers beneath her poised exterior, became the catalyst for a shift in our relationship.

The realization hung in the air, a silent agreement that our connection had surpassed the ordinary. We weren’t just neighbours sharing a conversation. We were two souls on a journey of mutual discovery.

Days passed. One day, in the cosy confines of my living room, the air was charged with a subtle tension. An unspoken understanding hung between me and Shravani.

Shravani’s delicate yet determined hand found mine. Her touch was a silent invitation, bridging the gap between the words we had exchanged and the emotions pulsing between us. Without hesitation, we leaned in, guided by an unseen force, an entity that spoke the language of love.

Our lips met in a tender kiss, a moment that felt suspended in time. It was a kiss that carried the weight of shared stories and whispered dreams. The uncharted territories of our growing connection.

Breaking away from the kiss, I whispered to Shravani, “I feel like we’ve known each other for a lifetime.”

Shravani smiled, her eyes revealing depths of emotion that words struggled to convey. “Sometimes, connections are formed in the spaces between words. Our stories have intertwined beautifully.”

My fingertips traced the contours of Shravani’s hand, each touch pregnant with unspoken promises. Hours slipped away like seconds, the outside world fading into the backdrop of our private universe.

In a hushed whisper, I confessed to Shravani, “I never expected to find a connection like this. It’s like we’ve created our world, separate from everything else.”

Shravani met my gaze, her eyes sparkling with affection. “Sometimes, love has a way of finding us when we least expect it. I’m glad our worlds collided.”

In a moment of vulnerability, I brushed a strand of hair away from her face. I cupped Shravani’s face with my hands, drawing her closer. Our lips met again, and a lingering kiss continued. My lips ventured from Shravani’s to her cheeks and neck.

Shravani’s hands gently explored the curves of my face. In the muted spaces between our breaths, our hearts beat in unison. My hands delicately traced the outlines of Shravani’s back and found the delicate buttons of Shravani’s dress. Each one was undone, revealing the beauty beneath.

The fabric slipped from her shoulders, uncovering the shape of her back. I explored each outline of her chest and back and the curves of the boobs. It brought me to smooch and suck her curvy balls.

Her hands explored the planes of my chest, fingers tracing the lines of my six-packs. I found their way to the delicate of Shravani’s Palazzo pants. I undid each button, unveiling the beauty beneath it. A magnetic force pushed my face to her pussy.

I rolled my tongue on both of her lower lips. Shravani felt a profound sense of shared intimacy. In the midst of this tender moment, Shravani took a playful bite of my lollipop of dick, savouring the rich sweetness that filled her senses. Sucking off the dick became a delightful complement to the unfolding intimacy.

In the intimate waves of shedding our external layers, I gently led Shravani to a bed adorned with cushions and lowered myself onto her. The softness of her body beneath me invited a subtle squeezing against my skin, creating a sensation of silkiness.

She graciously guided my dick to her pussy. I couldn’t help but push my dick inside pussy. Shravani surrendered herself to intimacy. The echo of our hushed breaths and the flickering set the stage for boundless intimacy.

With each stroke, the moaning of Shravani gave me a wave of excitement that surged through me, intensifying my speed. Shravani felt a subtle shiver of anticipation, a sweet tension building in the air. The room was adorned with the echoes of moans.

I started fading and felt the weight of exhaustion settling. Finally, after enjoying Haven for a long time, I filled her pussy full of my cum. I lowered myself beside Shravani. She passionately locked my mouth with her lips and exchanged saliva with me.

I tenderly swept away strands of her hair, delicately woven in its soft, graceful tendrils. A whisper escaped me, carrying words that needed no grand declaration. “Shravani, tonight has been beyond words. I feel like I can’t express myself in words.”

Shravani, her eyes reflecting the same sentiment, nodded in agreement. “Aditya, I never expected our connection to unfold in such a magical way. It’s like we’ve created our universe, and tonight was a masterpiece.”

We embraced the naked truth of our connection, sculpting a love story that unfolded in the whispers of our intimate exploration and formalizing our relationship.

I hope you all liked it. Thank you for reading and always showing your love for me. If you want to connect with me, email me at [email protected].

In continuation of my earlier story:

It was 10.30 on a Sunday morning. Sudha and Ajay were still sleeping, being worn out from a marathon fucking session the previous night. When they collapsed exhausted, it was 4.00 a.m. She decided to go back to sleep. Just then, the doorbell rang.

Who could it be on a Sunday? Sudha was irritated. But she had to answer the bell. When she opened the door to her apartment, all her tiredness vanished. Standing there was her mother-in-law, Urmila.

This was the first time that her mother-in-law had come to their flat after marriage. Sudha beamed with joy and let Urmila in. She then gave her MIL a bear hug and kissed her cheek. Their boobs made contact with each other. Sudha welcomed her in.

Urmila was 47 years old but could easily pass off for 35. She dieted and exercised regularly and maintained her figure. Her husband, Ajay’s father, passed away a few years back. Her breasts were 36 DD and had many men drooling over it. She had an ass to kill for.

“You take the guest bedroom, Aunty” Sudha said. “You freshen up, and I will bring you your coffee.”

Urmila went to the guest bedroom. She had a relaxing bath and chose a nightie, which was semi-transparent and which amplified her enormous breasts. Since she was still wet from her bath, the nighty was clinging to her body. Her nipples were visible. She went and sat on the sofa in the living room.

Sudha soon came in with two cups of coffee. She handed over one to Urmila and sat in the chair opposite her. “There is enough room in this couch, beti, come and sit next to me,” said Urmila. Sudha sat next to her.

“You will make a fine wife to Ajay,” said Urmila. “Tell me, how is your sexual life? Is he fucking you enough?”

Sudha was used to such questions from her MIL and said, “He does not give me a moment’s rest, Aunty. He destroys my pussy with that big cock of his.” Urmila smiled.

They sat in silence. Urmila put her hands around Sudha’s shoulders and started caressing her. Sudha did not mind it as it was her MIL. Soon, the hands went lower, and the tips of Urmila’s fingers started touching Sudha’s breasts. Sudha did not react. She was enjoying the sensation.

A slow heat began to spread through her body. Urmila then touched her nipples. Sudha’s nipples perked up.

“Tell me, have you experienced sex with a woman?” asked Urmila. Sudha said no. “Before I leave, I will teach you to have sex with a woman and believe me, you will enjoy it.” Sudha did not reply.

“Come sit on my lap” commanded Urmila. Sudha obeyed and sat on her lap. Urmila then opened the zipper on Sudha’s nightie. Her magnificent breasts were on display.

Urmila lowered her head and took a nipple in her mouth. She licked them slowly in circles. She sucked them, making loud noises. She slowly bit the nipple and the breast.

Sudha felt as if her body was on fire. She let out a moan and cupped her breasts. She then put the other nipple in Urmila’s mouth. Urmila smiled. This girl is enjoying this, she thought.

She suddenly put her hand under Sudha’s nightie. Sudha was not wearing panties, and Urmila’s hand directly hit her pussy. She was dripping wet. Urmila slowly poked her finger into Sudha’s pussy. She slightly widened her legs to grant better access to her pussy.

This was what Urmila was waiting for. She thrust one finger into Sudha’s pussy and began twirling it. Sudha moaned with pleasure. Urmila continued finger fucking Sudha. Her other hand was playing with Sudha’s nipples. She passionately kissed Sudha.

Sudha’s juices started flowing. Urmila suddenly took her finger out and sucked it. “Your juices are very tasty. Here, you taste it, too.” She inserted her finger into Sudha’s mouth. Sudha started sucking the finger and began to relish it. Urmila then took Sudha’s hand and led her into the guest bedroom.

Once there, she took out a bottle of baby oil from her bag. Sudha wondered what that was for. She soon found out. Urmila laid Sudha on the bed so that her legs were dangling out. She sat down on the floor and brought her mouth to Sudha’s pussy.

She placed pillows under Sudha’s ass so that her asshole was visible. Then she started. Urmila was an expert in finding the G spot. She soon found it and gave it a playful bite. Sudha flinched. She had not experienced such sensations in her short life. She started moaning.

Urmila then lowered her mouth onto Sudha’s pussy. Her tongue lapped Sudha’s pussy. She parted Sudha’s pussy lips and thrust her tongue in. Sudha was in seventh heaven. Urmila proceeded to lick Sudha’s pussy. Her strokes were deep. She thrust her tongue into Sudha’s pussy and proceeded to eat her.

Sudha soon found herself leaking like a broken pipe. At this time, Urmila moistened her hands with the baby oil. She took a copious amount of it and poured it into Sudha’s ass. This, she did two or three times.

When she was satisfied that Sudha’s asshole was sufficiently lubricated, she slowly put her middle finger into it. Sudha flinched. This was a new experience for her, and she decided to let things take their course. Urmila soon started pulling in and out her finger off Sudha’s ass.

Sudha was enjoying the sensation. Soon, one finger gave way to two. But Urmila did not stop licking Sudha’s pussy. Sudha started screaming. She was always a screamer. Even when she was being fucked by her father.

Ajay was dreaming. He was fucking his mother. His cock was deep into his mother’s pussy. She was screaming. Suddenly, he was awake. His mother was not screaming. He got out of bed and went out.

The door of the guest bedroom was ajar. That meant one thing. His mother was here. He peeped his head into the room, What he saw astounded him. His mother was tongue fucking his wife. He silently went out of the room. He brushed his teeth, had a cup of coffee and came back into the room.

Ajay saw Sudha writhing under his mother’s assault on her pussy. He did not know when his mother came to his house. He took his cock out of his shorts and started shaking it. It soon grew in size.

Meanwhile, Urmila was almost finished. She had inserted three fingers into Sudha’s asshole. It was sufficiently enlarged. She had prepared Sudha to be fucked in the ass. Ajay was watching all this, and his pecker stood up like a flag pole.

Sudha was in a state of euphoria. She could not be fucked. Ajay did the next best thing. He picked up his mother and lay her on the bed. His erect pole touched the tip of her pussy. He drove in with all his might. His mother’s pussy was wet with her juices, and his pussy went in smoothly.

He started pumping in with all his might. He started sucking her breasts. Urmila was soon high. “Fuck me, Ajay. You have such a lovely cock. Your father was very weak. Tear me apart. I want your cum in my pussy.”

Ajay drove in like a madman. He mauled his mother’s breasts and bit them. Teeth marks were visible on Urmila’s boobs. Sudha was watching this, and she was stunned. Ajay never told her that he was incestuous. But she enjoyed the same.

She reached for Urmila’s breasts and tweaked her nipples. She got down and started sucking Urmila’s breasts. Ajay was very tired from the previous night’s continuous fucking. He could not hold for long. Soon, he emptied himself into his mother’s pussy.

Sudha got down to her MIL’s pussy and started sucking the cum that flowed out of it. She fed Urmila with it. Urmila greedily swallowed it. “My son’s cum is sweet,” she said. Sudha nodded.

Urmila decided that they had to visit Sudha’s parents. “It is a courtesy call,” she said. Sudha called her parents and told them that they were coming. Malini was delighted. “Come, come,” she said.

They reached Malini’s house and rang the bell. Malini opened the door-or so Ajay thought. He immediately started kissing her and started playing with her boobs.

Raghu and Sudha burst out laughing. “That is mother’s twin Ranjani, you nut. Can’t you keep your hands to yourself?’ asked Sudha. Ajay was taken aback. Yet he grinned and smacked Sudha’s ass. His hands continued to play with Ranjani’s boobs.

Raghu welcomed the guests. Malini was not to be seen. Must be in the kitchen, Sudha thought and went in. Her mother turned and saw Sudha. She was very happy to see her. Sudha went to her mother and hugged Malini.

However, this was not a daughter hugging her mother. This was a hug from one woman to another. Malini’s eyes widened. Sudha suddenly started kissing her mother. She inserted her tongue into Malini’s mouth. Malini started sucking on it. Her hands were kneading Sudha’s ass.

Sudha was wearing a skirt and no panties. Malini’s hand went under it and played with Sudha’s pussy. Sudha put her hand under Malini’s top. She found her nippled and tweaked it. The kissing did not stop. Sudha suddenly removed her mother’s top. Malini’s wonderful boobs came tumbling out.

Sudha continued her sucking. She then put her hands under Malini’s skirt. Malini, too, was not wearing panties. Sudha poked her finger in Malini’s pussy. A sticky substance came out. Sudha smelled it and knew that it was sperm. “You had a fuck mother,” she asked.

“Yes, we did. I was on top of your father, and Ranjani sat on his face. Your father was licking her pussy.”

Sudha licked her finger. She always loved tasting Raghu’s cum. She then removed her skirt and also Malini’s. Both were naked.

“Let’s go to the hall, mummy. My MIL has come. You have to welcome her.”

Both went to the hall. There, Ajay was passionately licking Ranjani’s nipples. Ranjani was moaning. Malini greeted Urmila. Urmila was enthralled by Malini’s jiggling boobs. Have to have sex with her, thought Urmila.

Meanwhile, Ajay stopped sucking Ranjani’s breasts. He took out his cock and placed it on her lips. Ranjani opened her mouth and took it in. The entire cock went into her mouth. She started sucking greedily.

Raghu was sitting next to Urmila. He was staring at her breasts. Urmila noticed this and removed her kurta. She was not wearing a bra. Her breasts came into view. Raghu was fascinated. He slowly placed his hand on a breast and felt it.

He made circles around the nipple. Urmila started feeling the heat. She took her breast in her hand and placed the nipple in Raghu’s mouth. Raghu slowly started sucking the nipples. Seeing this, Sudha was excited. She placed her mother on the couch and spread her legs, and slowly kissed Malini’s pussy.

Soon, she started licking it. Her tongue went in deep. She could taste the remains of her father’s cum. This excited her. She started licking with great speed. Her tongue went in and out of Malini’s pussy.

Malini could not control herself. “Lick Sudha. I have been looking forward to this. I see that your MIL has introduced you to the pleasures of lesbian sex. Lick. Drink my juices.”

Sudha started licking faster. Soon, Malini screamed and came into Sudha’s mouth. Sudha drank every drop of pussy juice. Seeing the sex between mother and daughter, Ajay became excited. He started mouth fucking Ranjani.

Soon he came in great spurts in Ranjani’s mouth Ranjani drank every drop of cum.  Both were exhausted.

Urmila said suddenly, “I want Raghu ji to fuck me. Not only that, I will take Ajay in my ass.” Everyone was taken aback. Sudha suddenly sprung into action. She went near her MIL and removed her pyjama. Urmila was naked. She then made her lie on the ground and started massaging her breasts.

Malini went to the kitchen and came back with coconut oil. She poured a good amount into Urmila’s ass and started to finger fuck her ass. Two fingers went into the ass. She then got down and started licking Urmila’s pussy. Her fingers were still in Urmila’s ass.

She then beckoned Ajay to come to her. When Ajay came, she started applying coconut oil to his cock to make it slippery. Sudha said, “Daddy, strip.” Raghu became naked. She asked Ajay to lie on the floor on his back. Urmila sat on Ajay, and he slowly inserted his cock into Urmila’s ass.

It went in smoothly. He started pumping. Raghu came to Urmila. He laid down on her and slowly inserted his massive cock into her pussy. As it was well lubricated, it went in smoothly. He started pumping in tandem with Ajay. Urmila was taking both cocks like a champion.

Both the men started fucking her vigorously. The three ladies were watching a magnificent act of sex with admiration. Ajay started grunting and soon emptied himself into Urmila’s ass. Raghu increased his speed. Urmila could not take it anymore. She started moaning.

Raghu increased his speed, and soon, he came explosively into Urmila’s pussy. Sudha then started cleaning her MIL. First, she cleaned Urmila’s ass and took Ajay’s cum in her mouth. She fed it to Ranjani, who drank it greedily. Next, she cleaned Urmila’s pussy and took her father’s cum in her mouth.

She fed half of it to Malini and drank the rest. She then cleaned Raghu’s cock with her tongue. Everyone was tired. Thus, a wonderful session came to an end.

Urmila shifted her residence to Ajay’s place. A lot of orgies took place. Urmila and Malini had some hot sessions of sex. Sudha constantly fucked her father. Ajay had an affair with Ranjani. The fun continued.

Continued from the previous part.

After an eventful morning which lasted for almost an hour, I dozed off into slumber with excitement and exhaustion. Never had I imagined I would witness Rini in her sluttiest avatar getting groped, licked, and fucked mercilessly that too by her own father.

The thought of incest that too by Rini, my good old friend with her own father, was sending a different kind of sensation. A feeling which was beyond words. It was almost 7 am when I fell asleep in my hotel room. Given I was on a business trip to acquire a new HNI. I was enjoying a luxurious stay on the firm’s payroll at Leela Palace.

I woke up around 11 am. It was a Saturday. I didn’t have any professional commitment so I took my own time to wake up. After taking a hot shower, I ordered myself some breakfast and started planning my day with friends. I met a few of my close friends over drinks in the afternoon. Even though I was having a gala time with my friends, my mind kept wandering back to the previous night’s incident. Even during my conversation with my buddies, I kept scrolling through Rini’s messages, her pics of blowing her dad.

Rini’s silky skin tone, her big light areola, her deep belly, her hanging tits, and well-trimmed leaking cunt kept me hard and distracted all evening. I left a few messages to Rini to check on her but didn’t get any response all evening. It was around 11 pm when we called it a night. I took a cab and reached my room.

I was hard, horny, and excited all afternoon and evening. After reaching my room, I got rid of my clothes, wrapped a gown, and settled down with a glass of scotch. At around 12:15 am, there was a ring on my door which was quite surprising as I neither ordered room service nor was expecting anyone. Somehow, I gathered myself to open the door and was pleasantly surprised to see my hot friend Rini outside. For a moment, I thought I was hallucinating. But when she called out my name I came back to my senses.

Rini was wearing a white cream one-piece sleeveless dress with a diamond-shaped design between her collarbone and her chest. Needless to say, her cleavage was visible emphasizing her 36″ firm tits. The dress ended just below her mid-thighs, enough length to cover her ass. She had light makeup on with a thick eyeliner complimenting her devilish look.

Rini: Good, you are awake. Hope I am not interrupting.

Me: Rini, hi, what are you doing here?

I asked as I was not expecting her. Then my female friend pushed the door open and pounced on me. I was literally imbalanced and shocked further by her action. I somehow managed to hold onto her weight, holding her waist but managed to push the door to close.

Rini kept kissing me holding my face. Her heavy boobs kept crushing on my chest. We were struggling to breathe, but we still kept sucking each other’s lips with pushing our tongues into each other.

We were subconsciously moving toward the couch because of the pressure she was putting on my body. I was holding her waist hard and sometimes clutching her back to maintain a balance. Many times I would hold her ass and roughly squeeze her huge ass.

Almost after 5 minutes of smooching each other with passion, I landed on the couch and she fell over me. Even in that moment, she never stopped chewing my lips, entering her tongue, and finally sat on my lap with knees on either side. She moved from the lips to my neck and started sucking hard one pace after another.

We were so much into each other that we didn’t even bother to utter a word. I was grabbing those bums and trying to reach the end of her thighs. Her dress was so stretched because of her position that it had become tightly clad making it difficult for me to lift.

I ran my hands a couple of times on my hot friend’s ass cheeks trying to rub her butthole and pussy, but was in vain as the dress was making it impossible to penetrate. Not finding any solution, I held the dress with both hands and started tearing it apart from her thighs and I succeeded. The dress was torn from the middle leaving a screeching noise.

Her ass was finally out of the cage. During this struggle, she kept licking my neck and we were back to chewing our lips. Then I ran my hands from her thighs to her ass expecting a thong. But to my surprise, she wasn’t wearing one.

Her pussy and asshole were out in the open. I ran my fingers on her cunt from behind as she was still on my lap. The moment the fingers of both my hands touched her cunt lips, she let out a sharp cry. Then I split her cunt lips open, letting the cool breeze hit her hole. She was dripping already and this let her moan more wildly. Her hands were on my chest and I could feel her nails dig on them.

After rubbing my friend’s pussy, lubricating my fingers, I started exploring her tight butthole. I tried to push one finger in but managed to fit just my index finger. She made her more wild making her scratch my chest increasing mutual pleasure.

I couldn’t hold myself more and tore open the rest of the dress and held her back with my hands. Her skin was like butter. It has been quite some time since I had the pleasure of feeling such skin. I always had thoughts for her and this moment was magical.

Not to my surprise, she wasn’t wearing a bra either, as if this was all planned. I held her neck to move her head away from me. At this moment, we looked into each other and our eyes met. She was still sitting on my lap now comfortably as her dress wasn’t a barrier anymore. Before I could utter a word, she put her forefinger on my lips, leaned forward next to my ears, and whispered

Rini: Don’t say anything, I know you always wanted to fuck me and I can feel your hardness too. Don’t you want to tear my pussy from the day we met?

I was quiet as I had always been unapologetic while complimenting her or stealing a glance at those tits or her crotch every time we met previously. Her shapely thighs and the gracious ass have always been my desire.

Rini kissed my ears and dragged her right leg to hold the ground. She raised her arm letting me pull the remaining cloth. There she stood in front of me in her birthday suit.

My hot friend raised both her arms and held her head showing off every each of her god-crafted masterpieces right from her face, neck, armpits, those perky tits, rock-hard nipples, well-toned waist, neatly trimmed pubes, and thunder thighs.

During our tongue fight itself, the knot of my robe had already untied. My 8 inches dick was already saluting my slut.

Rini said: This is what you have been dreaming and lusting for for ages, right? I have seen you checking me out so many times and I enjoyed your attention. Hope my body didn’t disappoint you.

Saying so, she knelt between my legs. Keeping her hand over my thighs, she ran her tongue on my balls moving it upwards through the skin of my dick to the tip of my dick. Her tongue was magical as she spent a few seconds just flicking the opening, the pee hole.

The saga continues, stay tuned for the next part.

***

This is Rahul Roy, your very own investment banker from London currently put up in Stratford E20/. Feel free to leave me a note at [email protected]

Signing off for now.

Hello doston, mera naam hai Nikita Ghosh aur main wapas aa gayi hu apni agli kahani ke sath. Jo log mujhe nahi jaante, woh ye jaan le, ki main aapki hot Bhabhi hu jiske baare mein soch kar aap dil khol ke apna lund hila sakte hai.

Main 35 saal ki hu aur koi kamsin kali nahi hu. Balki har mard ka lund jisko dekh kar pant se bahar aane lagta hai, woh aurat hu. Mere gore-gore bade stann aur meri matakti gaand ke sabhi deewane hai.

Mere pati ‘Ghosh Babu’ meri chut ki garmi nahi nikaalte, to mujhe doosre mardo ka sahara lena padta hai. Jo bistar mein mujhe achi tarah se pel sake. Mere stanno ko choos sake aur meri chut ki aag ko thanda kar sake. Ab main shuru karti hu apni kahani ka agla part.

Pichle part mein aapne padha, ki mere boss Raman ne mujhe ek zameen ka masla suljhane ke liye Rajasthan ke Mandawa gaon bhej diya. Flight se utarne ke baar main Nainsukh se mili. Woh waha ke police department mein head constable tha.

Woh shuru se hi mujhe hawas bhari nazron se dekhne laga. Waise dekhta bhi kyun na, main hu hi aisi. Fir main uski gaadi mein, jo ki ek jeep thi, uske sath wali seat par baithi. Uski aankhen mere badan ko ghoor rahi thi. Raasta lamba tha, to meri aankh lag gayi. Ab aage badhte hai.

Main so rahi thi, aur tabhi gaadi ki break lagi. Break lagne se meri neend khul gayi. Maine dekha ki hamari gaadi ek chhote se ghar ke saamne khadi thi. Fir maine Nainsukh ki taraf dekha, to woh meri taraf hi dekh raha tha. Maine usse poocha-

Main: Pahunch gaye hum?

Nainsukh: Nahi madam, abhi to aadha raasta hi hua hai.

Fir maine mobile mein time dekha. Abhi 2 ghante hi hue the. Fir maine Nainsukh se poocha-

Main: To hum yaha kyun ruke hai? Ye kon si jagah hai?

Nainsukh: Woh kya hai na madam, police wala hone ke sath-sath main chhota-mota sahukaar bhi hu. Logon ko byaaj par paise udhaar deta hu. Is ghar mein jo aadmi rehta hai, usko bhi maine paise udhaar diye hai. Ab woh apni instalment nahi bhej raha pichle 2 maheeno se.

Nainsukh: Phone par bolo, to saala kal-kal keh kar taalta rehta hai. Ab maine socha ki jab itni door aa hi gaya hu, to thodi vasooli bhi kar leta hu. Aapko to koi problem nahi hai na?

Main: Nahi, tum karo apna kaam. Mujhe koi problem nahi hai.

Nainsukh: Chaliye aap dekh lijiye gaadi mein baithna hai to baithi rahiye. Idhar-udhar ghoomna hai to ghoom lijiye. Main bas jaake aata hu.

Main: Meri chinta mat karo tum, jaake apna kaam karo.

Nainsukh: Theek hai madam.

Fir woh gaadi se utra, aur ghar ki taraf chal pada. Usne ghar ka darwaza knock kiya, aur koi 15-20 seconds mein saamne se kisi aadmi ne darwaza khola. Us aadmi ne jaise hi Nainsukh ko dekha, to uske chehre par thodi ghabrahat aa gayi.

Fir woh usko kuch bola, lekin uski awaaz mujh tak pahunch nahi rahi thi. Shayad woh usko andar aane ke liye bol raha tha. Fir Nainsukh aage badha, aur usne us aadmi ke kandhe par apne hath rakh liya.

Maine socha main bhi to dekhu ye Nainsukh kitni badi top tha.Ye soch kar main gaadi se nikli, aur us ghar ke paas chali gayi. Waha ek khidki thi, jisme se andar ki baithak dikh rahi thi.

Waha par lakdi wala purane type ka sofa set tha, jisko hath se buna jata tha. Nainsukh  usi sofa ki ek seat par baitha tha. Uske saamne woh aadmi hath jod kar khada tha. Fir woh aadmi bola-

Woh aadmi: Saab kamayi bilkul band ho gayi, kyunki dhandha manda chal raha hai. Ghar ka kharcha hi mushkil se nikal paata hai.

Nainsukh: Arre agar tumne mujhe paise nahi diye, to mere ghar ka kharcha kaise niklega? Police ki naukri mein tankhwah itni nahi milti ki ghar theek se chal sake. To mere ghar ka kya?

Ye sun kar woh aadmi chup ho gaya, aur usne sar neeche jhuka liya. Fir Nainsukh bola-

Nainsukh: Yaar tumhare ghar mein mehmaan ki koi izzat nahi hai.

Woh aadmi: Kya hua sarkaar?

Nainsukh: Dekho ab main aaya hu. Mera tum par kitna ehsaan bhi hai. Aur tumne dekho mujhe ek glass paani tak nahi poocha.

Woh aadmi: Maaf karna sarkaar, yaad hi nahi raha. Main abhi leke aata hu.

Nainsukh: Arre tum kaha jaa rahe ho?

Woh aadmi: Aapke liye paani lene?

Nainsukh: Lakshmi kaha hai?

Woh aadmi: Woh andar hai.

Nainsukh: Haa to usko bolo ki hamare liye paani leke aaye.

Tabhi us aadmi ne andar ki taraf muh karke awaaz di-

Woh aadmi: Lakshmi, zara paani leke aana to. Nainsukh ji aaye hai.

Woh aadmi kuch ghabraya hua lag raha tha. Waise us aadmi ki umar koi 30-32 ke aas-paas hogi. Height uski 5’9″ ke aas-paas thi, aur shareer se bhi theek tha. Pata nahi kyun woh Nainsukh ke saamne itna ghabraya hua tha? Shayad Nainsukh police wala tha isliye.

Fir andar se kisi ki payal ki awaaz aane lagi. Koi andar se baahar baithak ki taraf hi aa raha tha. Main samajh gayi thi ye Lakshmi hogi. Tabhi peele rang ke ghagra-choli mein ek gadraye shareer wali aurat baahar nikli. Uske hath mein taambe ki trey thi, aur us par ek paani ka glass pada tha.

Us aurat ke muh par to ghoonghat tha, lekin badan bahut sexy aur kassa hua tha. Usne tight choli pehni thi, jisme se uske raseele boobs choli faad kar baahar aane ki koshish kar rahe the. Choli se neeche uski kamar thi, jo bilkul tight thi. Aise ghar ki auratein kaam hi itna karti hai ghar ka, ki unka shareer apne aap fit rehta hai, aur kass jata hai.

Nainsukh us aurat ki taraf hi dekhe jaa raha tha. Fir woh usko bola-

Nainsukh: Kaisi hai bhabhi ji?

Tabhi woh boli: Theek hai sarkaar.

Nainsukh: Arre bhabhi ji, aap mujhe sarkaar mat bola kijiye, mujhe acha nahi lagta. Aap mujhe Nainsukh hi bola kijiye.

Fir Nainsukh ne trey se paani ka glass uthaya, aur usko peene laga. Paani peete hue bhi usko aankhen us aurat ke boobs par ghoom rahi thi. Saaf pata chal raha tha ki Nainsukh ki neeyat us aurat par kharaab thi.

Paani peene ke baad Nainsukh ne glass us aurat ke aage kiya, aur bola-

Nainsukh: Ye lijiye glass. Paani bahut meetha hai aapke ghar ka. Ya tu kahu ki aapke hath lagne se meetha ho gaya.

Jab woh aurat glass Nainsukh ke hath se pakadne lagi, to Nainsukh ne uske hath par apna hath fer diya. Ab mujhe yakeen ho gaya tha ki Nainsukh usko chodna chaahta tha. Fir usne dobara us aadmi ko bola-

Nainsukh: Haa bhai, bol ab paise ka kaise karega?

Woh aadmi: Sarkaar, main jaldi hi de doonga.

Nainsukh: Dekh mujhe to abhi chahiye. Aur agar paise nahi de sakta to koi aur cheez dede jisko bech kar main paise wasool kar saku.

Woh aadmi: Sarkaar, aisi koi cheez mere paas nahi hai.

Nainsukh: Dhyan se dekh, tere paas hai ek keemti cheez.

Woh aadmi soch mein pad gaya.

Nainsukh: Nahi samjha?

Woh aadmi: Nahi sarkaar.

Nainsukh: Teri ye biwi.

Ye sun kar woh aadmi hairan ho gaya.

Iske aage kya hua, ye aapko agle part mein pata chalega. Agar aapko kahani ka maza aaya ho, to kahani ko like zaroor kariyega aur mujhse baat karne ke liye 📲 mujhe call bhi zaroor kariyega. Main aapki sex life ko mazedaar bana doongi, isliye mujhe call kijiye.

Hi doston, next part hazir hai. Maa ka paani nikal chuka tha, aur main rukne ka naam nahi le raha tha.

Maa: Rohan beta, ab uthne de, mujhe washroom jana hoga.

Rohan: Maa, aapko bathroom lagi hai kya?

Maa: Nahi, bathroom to nahi, but ek baar jana padega.

Maa apni geeli panty change karna chaah rahi thi. Par maine maa ko uthne nahi diya.

Rohan: Maa, bas 5 minute, main bhi jaunga. Fir ek sath uth jayenge.

Main apna bhi nikaalna chaahta tha firse, aur boobs ko daba kar main maze le raha tha.

Maa: Movie to khatam ho gayi hai. Ab aur kitna time chahiye tujhe?

Rohan: Maa, aap song laga lo koi.

Maa: Theek hai, beta.

Maa ne song laga diya, jo ki bahut hot tha. Song dekh kar meri haalat kharaab ho gayi, aur paani nikalne wala tha.

Rohan: Maa, chalo jao aap, main bhi jaa raha hu.

Maa andar waale washroom mein gayi, aur main baahar waale. Washroom jaa kar maine maa ko imagine karke apna maal nikaal diya. Kuch der baad main baahar aaya, to maine dekha maa pehle se let gayi thi. Main bina der kiye maa ke sath let gaya. Maine apna hath direct maa ki t-shirt ke andar dala, aur boobs sehlane laga.

Maa: Arre beta, 2 baar ho aaya hai. Firse shuru ho gaya.

Maa ka matlab tha ki 2 baar maal nikaal aaya hai, firse mann nahi bhara.

Rohan: Maa, ab aur koi kaam nahi to letne mein kya burayi?

Maa: Letne mein to koi burayi nahi, par…

Rohan: Par kya maa?

Maa: Ab tu shuru ho hi gaya hai to ab kya bolu?

Maine Neeche mehsoos kiya maa ki gaand ache se lund par lag rahi thi. Shayad maa ne panty utaar di thi.

Rohan: Maa kaafi soft hai (mera matlab boobs).

Maa: Badmash, soft hi hote hai ye.

Main bina kise darr ke apne kaam mein laga hua tha. Main maa ki neck par kiss karne laga. Maa poori mast ho rahi thi, aur maze le rahi thi. Maine socha maa ko aur maza du, to maine apna hath maa ke boobs se hata liya aur unki chut ki taraf le gaya.

Jaise hi mera hath maa ke lower mein ghusne laga, maa ne mera hath pakad kar mujhe rok diya. Main samajh gaya ki maa abhi poori tarah ready nahi thi. Main apna hath wapas maa ke boobs par le gaya. Fir t-shirt ke andar hath daal kar nipples ke sath khelne laga, aur neck par kiss kar raha tha. Neeche mera lund apna kaam kar raha tha.

Main 30 minute aise hi laga raha. Fir mere lund par kuch geela-geela mehsoos hone laga jo ki maa ka lower tha. Main samajh gaya maa ka firse paani nikal gaya. Mera bhi nikalne wala tha. Maine maa se poocha.

Rohan: Maa, ab aap washroom nahi gaye kyun?

Maa: Beta neeche zameen se uthna asaan nahi hai, isliye nahi uth payi.

Rohan: To maa kyun na andar bed par hi so jaye?

Maa: Waha to sote hi the, par tv room mein nahi hai. Bina tv ke hi sona padega.

Rohan: Maa, kyun na hum ek naya tv khareed le?

Maa: Baat to theek hai. Shaam ko sochte hai market chalne ki.

Rohan: Theek hai, maa.

Main kuch der baad uth kar washroom gaya, aur apna maal nikaal diya. Jab main wapas aaya, to maa uth chuki thi, aur gadda (jis par hum soye the) bhi andar rakh diya tha. Maa kitchen mein lunch bana rahi thi. Maine dekha maa ne lower change karke half capry pehan li thi.

Maa ko aise dekh kar mera lund firse khada hone laga. Par is baar main unke paas gaya nahi, aur wahi se unko dekhne laga. Maine notice kiya unke chehre par khushi thi. Shayad ye khushi 3 baar chut ka paani nikalne ki thi. Main wapas aa kar sofe par baith gaya, aur tv dekhne laga. Maine uspe hot english songs chala diye.

Main soch raha tha maa khul to chuki thi mere sath, kyun na unko Netflix par koi movie dikhau. Aap sab to jaante hi ho uspe movies kaisi hoti hai. Fir hamne sath mein lunch kiya, aur idhar-udhar ki baatein ki. Kuch der baad mere friend ki call aayi, aur main usse milne chala gaya uske ghar. Mera waha mann to lag nahi raha tha.

Main maa ke baare mein hi soch raha tha, par fir bhi main uske sath office ka kaam discuss karne laga. Isi beech 5 baj chuke the, aur maa ko call aayi ki market nahi chalna kya ghar nahi aaya abhi tak. Main apne friend ko bye bol kar ghar aa gaya. Maa pehle se ready thi market jaane ke liye.

Maa ne jeans aur kurti pehni thi, aur bike par hum market gaye. Pehle hamne ek smart tv 42” khareeda. Hamne installation ka poocha to kehta kal ho payega aaj mushkil hai. Mere zor dene par usne kaha theek hai lekin 8 baje tak ho payega pehle nahi. Hamne ok kaha to usne bataya ladka sath hi aa jayega aur aapko call kar lega.

Hamne TV khareed kar thoda market ghoomne ka socha. Main bike market ki taraf le gaya, aur fir maa ne ek jagah bike rukwayi. Maine bike rok kar dekha wo undergarments type dukan lag rahi thi. Fir maa ne kaha-

Maa: Tu ruk, main abhi aati hu.

Maa shop ke andar chali gayi. Maine socha maa bra panty lene gayi hongi aur main baahar hi wait karne laga. Kuch 15 minutes baad maa baahar aayi. Unke hath mein ek carry bag tha. Maine smile di, aur bike start ki, aur chal diye. Maine maa se poocha-

Rohan: Ab kaha chalna hai maa?

Maa: Toone apne liye kuch lena hai kya?

Rohan: Maa, shorts le leta hu raat ke liye.

Maine ek jagah bike roki, aur hamne mere liye shorts le liye. Fir hamne market mein snacks wagaira khaye. Maine time dekha to 7:30 ho chuke the. Tabhi mujhe call aayi aur wo call tv waale ladke ki thi. Usne kaha main aa raha hu tv lekar. Maine maa ko bataya, aur hum ghar ki taraf chal diye.

Ghar pahunch kar hamne chai pee. Tab tak TV wala ladka bhi aa gaya tha. Wo tv lagane lag gaya aur 30 minute mein usne tv laga diya, aur chala gaya.

Maa: Rohan, dinner karna hai ab?

Rohan: Nahi maa, ab pet mein jaga kaha hai? Itna to khaa liya.

Maa: Mann to mera bhi nahi hai. Maine socha tujhe bhookh hogi is liye pooch rahi thi.

Fir 9 baj gaye aur maine kaha: Maa ab sone ke liye chale?

Maa: Haa beta, bas main change kar lu.

Maa ne sofe se carry bag uthaya, aur washroom ki taraf jaane lagi.

Rohan: Arre maa, main to bhool hi gaya. Aapne kya liya tha dikhao?

Maa (smile karte hue): 5 minute ruk, change karke aati hu, dekh lena.

Maa washroom mein chali gayi. Main sochne laga ki maa ne bra panty li hogi, to kya aaj maa bra aur panty mein soyegi?

To be continued.

Agle part mein bataunga maa kya pehan kar baahar aayi, aur hamne raat mein kya-kya kiya.

Friends aapko meri story kaisi lagi feedback zaroor de. Meri id hai [email protected]

He read her message, the words glowing on his screen like fireflies in the night. “Come home soon, Daddy. I’m all alone. Mom went to meet her friend and will be back by evening or after dinner.” Along with a picture of her with a T-shirt raised on the inch, showing her waist.

She’d written a delicate blend of romance and playfulness. His heart skipped a beat, and he imagined her standing by the window, waiting for him. She texted him as soon as her mom stepped out of the home. She had study holidays, but she always loved to be in control.

That’s how she knew Daddy, who cared for her, loved her, and commanded her. The last time she skipped classes, he picked her up. They went to a resort. He licked her pussy made her cum thrice, and fucked her mouth ruthlessly. They cuddled on the bed like husband and wife.

They loved this taboo. Later, he dropped her back, where he picked up. Since then, every night, she used to send him videos of her fingering. He also never failed to give her tasks. But he was still at work, surrounded by the hum of fluorescent lights and the click-clack of keyboards.

He couldn’t just leave, not yet. So he typed back, his fingers dancing across the keys, “Ah, my dear, you’ve set my heart racing. Daddy’s on fire. But duty calls, and I’m tethered to this desk. Fear not, though—I’m there with you in spirit, tracing the path from office to home.”

He pictured her smile and the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she laughed. “Tease,” she replied, and he could almost hear the playful lilt in her voice.

“Well, then, send me a mental postcard. Describe the journey—the streets, the scent of rain, the anticipation.”

And so he did. He wove a tapestry of words, painting the route from cubicle to doorstep. The rain-kissed pavement, the neon glow of street signs, the rustle of leaves in the wind—all of it became a shared secret between them.

He described the warmth of their home, the softness of the couch where they’d curl up together, and the promise of stolen kisses. As the clock ticked, he felt the minutes like taffy. But he revelled in the ache, knowing that soon he’d cross the threshold and find her waiting.

For now, though, he typed, “Almost there, my love. Keep the kettle warm. And remember, distance is but a whisper when hearts are entwined.”

And so, in the quiet of that office, he held her close, bridging the gap with words and longing. The screen blurred, and for a moment, he was home—wherever she was.

His phone buzzed, and a new message lit up the screen. It was a picture from her, a playful tease to stoke the fires of his longing. He stole a glance, his heart pounding at the sight of her curves. A soft smile played on his lips, a secret shared between them across the miles.

But he was on the road now, the city lights streaking past in a blur. His hands were on the wheel, but his thoughts were with her, painting a vivid picture of their reunion. He could almost feel the warmth of her embrace and the softness of her skin against his.

He wanted to tell her, to reveal the surprise that awaited her. But he decided to keep it a secret, to let the anticipation build. After all, the sweetest moments are often those that are unexpected.

So he focused on the road, on the journey that was leading him back to her. And with each passing mile, his heart echoed a single thought: “Soon, my love. Soon.”

She had missed him—the way his laughter filled the room. Commands, the comforting weight of his tight hugs. His tightened grip on her ass, the smell of his aftershave lingering on her memories.

She thought he wouldn’t be home for an hour. His thoughts made her put her hand inside her pants, and she was slowly imagining his manly words and rubbing her pussy. It was getting wetter.

And then it happened. Her phone buzzed, and she pulled it out of her pocket. The screen illuminated, revealing a single image: the street outside her window. It was an ordinary view—the same trees, the same parked cars—but it held extraordinary significance.

Because it was his view, the one he had captured just moments ago.

The message was simple, “Get dressed soon.”

She blinked, her mind struggling to process the reality. Was this a dream? Her fingers trembled as she typed a reply, “Daddy?”

His response was swift, “Yes, bitch. I’m near home.”

Her legs moved in their own accord, propelling her toward the mirror. She smoothed down her messy hair and wiped away the tears that threatened to spill. She removed her bra and panty.

The dress she chose was the one he had gifted her last month—a deep blue, the colour of the ocean they used to watch together. As she slipped into the dress, her heart soared, and pussy had a tickle. The hallway seemed longer than usual, the seconds stretching into eternity.

And then, there he was—standing in the doorway, his eyes tired but filled with love. His embrace enveloped her, and she buried her face in his shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent.

“Daddy,” she whispered, her voice muffled against his shirt. “You’re really here.” and kissed his chest.

He chuckled, a sound that resonated deep within her. “You thought I would miss this time?”

And in that moment, as the streetlights flickered to life outside, she knew that this was more than just a reunion. It was a reminder—a testament to love’s endurance and to the way it could bridge oceans and continents. The ordinary street had transformed into a magical path—one that led to her father’s arms.

They stood there with their fingers interlocked, lost in their world. The street outside faded away. Replaced by the warmth of their shared laughter and the promise of countless stories yet to be told. She looked up at him. She realized that the most extraordinary moments happened in the simplest of places.

“Daddy,” she said again, her voice steady this time. “Welcome home. My mom is not home.”

And he hugged her tighter, whispering, “I missed you, my little adventurer. My cock needs your mouth, and I want to spank until your cheeks turn red.”

Daddy’s POV

She stood there, defiant and unyielding, her eyes flashing with determination. My words had fallen on deaf ears, and now it was time to assert my authority. I stepped closer, my resolve hardening. The room seemed to hold its breath as my fingers grazed her skin, tracing the curve of her cheek.

With a swift motion, I spanked her, not harshly, but enough to make my point. Her eyes widened, surprise mingling with a hint of something else, perhaps realization. I had taken control, and she would listen now. The tension in the air shifted, and I knew that this was a turning point.

No longer would she defy me. From now on, she would heed my words. I spanked her again. She had tears, but she liked it a lot. She loves the way I treat her. The room enveloped us, its walls echoing our silent struggle. Her defiance had been a tempest, but now it wavered like a flame flickering in the wind.

I could taste the adrenaline and the raw energy that hung between us. My fingers traced the contours of her jaw, mapping the delicate terrain of her face. Each touch was deliberate, a silent command etched into her skin.

Her eyes, once defiant, now held a mixture of surprise and something deeper—an acknowledgement of the shift in power. I had taken control, and she sensed it. The room seemed to hold its breath as if aware of the gravity of this moment. I spanked her again, not harshly, but with purpose.

Her gasp was a symphony, a note of surrender. Tears welled in her eyes, but they were not tears of pain. No, they were tears of release and acceptance. From now on, she would heed my words. No longer would she defy me. Our roles had shifted, and the tension in the air crackled with newfound understanding.

She loved the way I treated her—firm yet gentle, with a delicate balance of dominance and care. And as I leaned in, claiming her lips with mine, I knew that this was more than a turning point. It was a beginning—a dance of desire and trust, where boundaries blurred and whispered promises hung in the air.

In that room, with our breaths entwined, we forged a pact. She would be mine, body and soul, and I would cherish her—spank by spank, word by word, until defiance melted into devotion.

And then

In the dimly lit room, he commanded her again, his voice a whisper against the silence. “Let go,” he urged, his words a gentle nudge against the walls she had built around herself. His command was not a demand but a plea—a call for her to surrender to the passion that simmered between them.

His touch was a language all its own, each caress a word, each kiss a sentence. He spoke to her in the language of desire, his fingers tracing a path of longing across her skin. His command was a symphony, a song of passion and need that echoed in the quiet room.

And as she surrendered to his command, she found herself not lost but found. In his arms, she discovered a freedom she had never known—a liberation born of trust and desire. His command was her anchor. His touch was her compass, guiding her through the storm of their shared passion.

Their story, written in the language of desire, would continue to unfold in the dimly lit room. They ventured deeper into the labyrinth of their shared passion. They would discover that their journey was not one of conquest but of exploration—a journey of discovery, of surrender, of love.

In the end, they would emerge not as Master and servant but as equals—two souls forever entwined in a dance as timeless as eternity itself. Their story was beginning. It was a story that would be written in the language of love, spank by spank, word by word, until the end of time.

The Prequel of this story, character names, and how they both met will be told in the next part. Interested people. Can text Master at [email protected]

As you read in the previous part, I fucked Mrs Sharma’s pussy on the balcony. Priya fucked Mrs Sharma at the same time in her ass with strap-on. After the sex, we all collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap on the balcony floor.

A few minutes later, Priya got up, walked over to me, sat on my face, and began to suck my dick. My dick felt so nice on her lips that it became hard again, even though I had just cum in her Bhabhi’s pussy. Like a porn star, Priya was sucking me in.

Priya would sometimes kiss my dick head, and other times she would take my entire dick in her mouth. We started sucking one other in the 69 position. I was on the verge of a cumming again. But Bhabhi abruptly interrupted us and said.

Mrs Sharma: Let’s go inside. Someone might see us here on the balcony.

Priya was hesitant to enter and preferred to enjoy herself on the balcony instead. But Bhabhi persuaded her to enter the house. I requested them not to do it in Bhabhi’s house. I realized that her husband was still asleep in their bedroom and that he would catch us.

Me: But Bhabhi, your husband is sleeping in your bedroom. He could catch us if we do it in your house.

Priya: Then let’s go to my house.

We all agreed and went to Priya’s house.

Once inside Priya’s house, Mrs Sharma suggested we try some taboo roleplay and pretend that I was her stepson and Priya was her daughter. We couldn’t resist the forbidden nature of the idea. I couldn’t wait to fuck with renewed vigour.

I asked Priya and Mrs Sharma to beg me to fuck them harder by calling me ‘Stepson’ and ‘Stepbro.’ They agreed. I asked Priya and Mrs Sharma to go inside the bedroom and strip off the clothes while I drank some water. After drinking a glass of water, I came back.

I stood at the entrance of the bedroom, taking in the sight before me. Priya lay on her back, naked from head to toe, her legs spread wide as she beckoned me with a finger. Her pussy glistened with arousal. I could see how wet and ready she was for me.

But what really caught my attention was Mrs Sharma kneeling between Priya’s thighs. She had a firm grip on Priya’s hips, holding her in place as she devoured her pussy with enthusiasm. Her tongue darted in and out, swirling around her clit. Priya moaned in pleasure at each flick of Mrs Sharma’s skilled tongue.

I could feel myself getting harder at the sight, my cock aching to be inside one of their warm, wet holes. I walked over to the edge of the bed and grabbed a handful of Mrs Sharma’s hair, pulling her away from Priya’s pussy.

“Enough teasing,” I said with a smirk. “It’s my turn now.”

Mrs Sharma looked up at me with a wicked glint in her eyes. She licked her lips slowly before releasing Priya from her hold and sitting back on her heels.

“Of course, stepson,” she purred. “You deserve to have your cock sucked by both your naughty stepmother and stepsister.”

The way Mrs Sharma played along with our taboo roleplay sent a shiver down my spine. It felt so wrong yet so incredibly hot like we were indulging in our deepest fantasies without any consequences.

I quickly stripped off my clothes, tossing them aside haphazardly as I climbed onto the bed. Priya sat up and took my throbbing cock in her hand, stroking it slowly. She looked up at me with those innocent yet seductive eyes.

“Mmm… look at how hard he is for us,” she cooed to Mrs Sharma. “I think my stepbro needs a good, thorough sucking to start with, Mom.”

Mrs Sharma nodded in agreement, a hungry look on her face. She leaned forward and gently kissed the tip of my cock, causing a shiver to run down my spine. Then she traced her tongue along the length of my shaft, from base to tip and back again.

I groaned in pleasure at the sensation. My hands reached out to grab a handful of both Mrs Sharma’s and Priya’s hair. I pulled them closer, wordlessly urging them to take more of me into their mouths. Priya was the first to oblige.

She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and gave it a playful suck before taking more of me into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around me as she bobbed her head up and down. She was creating an incredible suction that had me seeing stars.

Not wanting Mrs Sharma to feel left out, I guided her head towards my balls. She took the hint and cupped them in her hand before taking one into her mouth and sucking gently. The dual sensations of Priya’s hot mouth on my cock and Mrs Sharma’s soft lips on my balls were driving me wild.

I let out a low growl as I felt myself getting close to the edge. I didn’t want to cum just yet. I wanted to savour every moment of this delicious threesome. So I pulled away from them gently but firmly.

“Not so fast,” I said breathlessly. “I want to fuck both of your tight little pussies before I cum.”

Mrs Sharma and Priya exchanged a knowing glance before shifting into position. Priya got on all fours at the edge of the bed, presenting her ass to me like an eager slut in heat. Mrs Sharma lay down on her back with her legs spread wide, inviting me to explore her dripping wet pussy.

The sight before me was almost too much to handle. Two gorgeous women, both completely at my mercy, ready and willing to be fucked in any way I desired. I didn’t waste any time.

I grabbed a handful of Priya’s ass and positioned myself at her entrance. With one swift thrust, I buried myself deep inside her tight ass. She let out a loud moan as I filled her, the sound music to my ears.

Priya: Ahhh, Stepbro, fuck me harder. Ahh, fill up your stepsister’s pussy with hot cum.

Not wanting Mrs Sharma to feel left out, I leaned forward and took one of her nipples into my mouth. I nibbled on it gently before giving it a firm suck, eliciting a gasp from her lips.

Mrs Sharma: Ah, Suck on your mommy’s boobs, stepson, just like that.

Then, without any warning, I plunged two fingers into her dripping wet cunt.

Mrs Sharma: Oh my god, your fingers feel so good inside me, stepson.

Mrs Sharma’s whole body trembled with pleasure. I fingered her relentlessly. Her moans grew louder with each thrust of my fingers, mingling with the sounds of my hips slapping against Priya’s ass. I fucked her hard and fast.

Mrs. Sharma: Ah, fuck your mommy just like that. Oh yes…

Priya: Ah, Mom, Stepbro is fucking my ass really hard, ahhh I think I am going to cum.

The room was filled with the intoxicating scent of sex and the symphony of our combined moans and sighs. Time seemed to stand still. We lost ourselves in the heat of the moment. Each thrust brings us closer to the edge of ecstasy.

I could feel the familiar tightening in my balls that signalled my impending release. The sensations were almost too much to bear. It felt like every nerve ending in my body was on fire with pleasure. With one final deep thrust, I let go.

My body tensed up as ropes of hot cum shot out from me, filling Priya’s ass. She cried out in pleasure as she felt me empty myself inside her. Her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. The sight and sound of Priya climaxing under my touch was more than Mrs Sharma could handle.

She arched her back and let out a scream. She, too, succumbed to the overwhelming sensation of her orgasm. I could feel her pussy clenching around my fingers, milking them for all they were worth. She rode out her release.

Mrs Sharma: Ah, Oh my god, He is making me cum too, Priya. My stepson is making me cum.

We collapsed in a heap on the bed, panting heavily and covered in a sheen of sweat. It felt like we had just run a marathon, our bodies spent and satisfied after an incredible round of fucking. But little did I know, this was just the beginning of our wild, taboo-filled night together.

Part 1 – A Chance Encounter

Main Characters:
Aami – a woman in her early twenties living with her parents in a remote village in kerala. Fair complexioned beauty, with a stats of 32-30-32.

Abha – An actual step-sister of Aami, but is more like her own sister. Born to a different mother but the same father. Slightly dusky complexioned with a stat of 34-32-34.

Vishwambara (Vish)- A very rich gentleman living on the outskirts of the village with the largest house. He lost his parents at an early age. He is older than Aami by a couple of years. Very handsome looking. He’s also the village Chieftain.

Rohini – Cook at Vish’s house, Older than Aami by a few hours. She’s got a complexion that would make any man turn and look at her twice. Stats – 32-28-32.

Unni – Aami and Abha’s Father. Village’s Treasurer. Highly respected. Loves his daughters too much!

Chandraki (Chandu) – Aami’s mother. Typically, she is the matron of her household. Runs a tight ship with a soft corner to Abha.

Shraddha – Vish’s Sister. Visits occasionally. Well-endowed woman, very witty and likeable by all. A dusky beauty, with a stats of 36-32-36.

In the heart of Kerala, the emerald hues of nature blend seamlessly with the azure skies. There lies a quaint village, a hidden gem untouched by the rush of the outside world. Here, the air is fragrant with the scent of wet earth and blooming flowers, a melody of birdsong filling the dawn.

Amidst this tranquil haven resides Aami, a young woman. Her spirit is as vibrant as the lush landscapes that cradle her home. The simplicity of village life, with its rhythmic patterns of daily tasks. From drawing water from the well to preparing traditional meals is a dance Aami has mastered with grace.

Her life is a tapestry woven with threads of familial love and community ties. The deep-rooted customs that define her existence. As the village awakens to the day’s toil and hustle, Aami stands at the threshold of her home. Her gaze wandered over the canopy of trees that guard her village like ancient sentinels.

In this realm, time flows gently. Guided by the rhythms of nature and tradition, Aami’s story is about to unfold. A tale of love, growth, and the eternal dance between the desires of the heart and the ties that bind it.

Under the canopy of a glistening sky, Aami embarked on her journey to the neighbouring village. The path trodden by countless before her. It felt anew under her feet as if it reshaped itself with each of her steps. Weaving her deeper into the fabric of the land’s enduring saga.

She meandered through the verdant embrace of her surroundings. A sense of serene anticipation filled her soul. The air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked soil. A fragrance that whispered secrets only known to those who truly listened.

It was in this moment of quiet communion with nature that she first laid eyes on Vish. Vish stood at the edge of the path. A figure carved against the backdrop of the rising sun, which cloaked him in an ethereal glow.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world around them stilled. Silenced by the palpable charge of an unspoken connection. In that glance, a myriad of emotions cascaded through them—curiosity, awe, an inexplicable sense of belonging.

Time, the ever-flowing river, paused in reverence to the birth of something profound and uncharted. Neither could look away. Their souls, tethered by an invisible thread, spun from the very essence of the universe. The image of Vish, bathed in sunlight and mystery, was etched into her memory.

Vish watched her silhouette merge with the landscape. He felt an awakening, a stirring of dormant dreams that he had buried under the weight of his duties. This encounter, brief as it was, sowed the seeds of a connection that defied explanation. A promise of something waiting just beyond the horizon.

Pondering over this brief encounter, Vish turns to his companions. He wonders who this striking damsel could be. “Vish, this is our treasurer, Unni’s daughter,” Pat comes the reply. Tossing and turning that night, unable to put away this encounter, Vish decides to seek Unni’s daughter in marriage.

He was without elders. In the Kerala village, tradition intertwines with the rhythm of life. The significance of marriage is woven into the very fabric of existence. It’s a sacred bond that transcends generations. It symbolises not just the union of two souls but the merging of families and ancestral legacies.

Vish, the esteemed Chieftain, recognises this profound tradition. He approaches Unni, Aami’s father, with reverence and humility. Upon hearing Vish’s proposal, Unni’s eyes glisten with pride and contemplation. Conversations ensue in the dimly lit corners of their humble abode.

Aami’s initial shock melts into a delicate dance of emotions. Uncertainty gives way to curiosity and a blossoming joy. The word spreads through the village. Anticipation ripples through the community like a gentle breeze.

Elders nod in approval, their wrinkled faces reflecting the wisdom of ages past. The younger generation buzzes with excitement, eagerly anticipating the union of two beloved souls.

On the day of Aami and Vish’s wedding, the village burst into a kaleidoscope of colours and sounds. The air was perfumed with the scent of flowers, and the streets teemed with the bustle of preparations. At Vish’s home, the ceremony unfolded amidst the chanting of priests and the beats of traditional drums.

Amidst the gathered crowd, Aami and Vish exchanged vows. Their promises were sealed with the exchange of garlands. As they circumambulated the sacred fire, their steps synchronised in harmony. It seemed as if the very earth rejoiced in their union.

The festivities continued into the night, with feasts and dancing under the starry sky. Vish and Aami enter their marital home, eager to spend their first night in a life of togetherness.

Vish waited for Aami with bated breath. He was unable to get rid of that first time he saw his wife. The scene being played in a loop in his head made him giddy with expectations. He also knew that while Aami was experienced in household management, she would be a complete novice in sex.

He couldn’t help but notice his boner. He tried to adjust the boner inside his clothes. At that moment, Aami entered dressed like a regal bride, resplendent beauty awestruck Vish. He was like a deer in headlights with an open jaw and a hand inside his clothes holding his boner.

Aami walked up to him and, in a shy manner, looked up from the corner of her eye. Seeing Vish stuck with an open jaw made her giggle. With a loud giggle, she came to him and closed his mouth with her hand. The sound of her bangles jerked Vish out of his reverie.

Vish realised his position and straightened, took Aami’s hand and led her to the bed. Not wanting to rush things, he started talking about the wedding, as that was the only common thing so far. The usually chatterbox Aami couldn’t muster words, just feeling weak in her knees.

She was being consumed by her husband’s handsomeness. She wasn’t really listening to him, just watching him and his facial reactions. Noticing that Aami wasn’t listening, Vish touched her. The first touch in private sent an electric shock through Aami.

Her head automatically went down in shyness. Noticing this, Vish pulled her face and kissed her lightly on the cheeks. Slowly working his way to her luscious lips.

The first kiss on her lips was enough to awaken Aami, and she kissed him back lightly. Emboldened by this, Vish kissed her, sucking her lower lip. He stroked her face as they kept kissing. Moved his hand to her ample chest and gently squeezed her nipple through her blouse.

He moved his other hand to cup her breasts. They were a perfect size for his hands, and he began to pinch her nipples lightly. They kissed, their tongues mingled, exchanging saliva. Overcome with desire, Vish gently pushed Aami onto the bed and deftly removed her saree.

Aami lay with a deep cleavage blouse and her petticoat. Her breasts were begging to be freed. Her pussy was dripping with the sexually charged atmosphere. Shifted his hand down to her legs, delicately caressing them with his fingers.

Under her petticoat, he traced her thighs, repeating the circular motion on both sides. It overwhelmed Aami, fueling her desire for Vish’s touch even further. As her arousal grew, her body gave her away. Realising her husband’s ability to bring her more pleasure with his fingers, she surrendered to him completely.

He gently led her to kneel before him while using his tongue to tease his entire length. She pulled back the foreskin with a flick of her hand before taking the head of his cock into her mouth. She slowly slid down his shaft, then pulled off, creating a sweet suction that elicited a moan from him.

Her tongue worked on his throbbing flesh. She peppered his length with licks and covered it in saliva, causing him to release more and more precum. Yet, she desired more. With a determined gaze, she continued to work her way down, inch by inch, until she had his entire length in her mouth.

She sealed her lips around his cock, suckling and tasting every part of him.
In a dance of intimacy, his fingertips traced the delicate contours of her most secret depths. With a confident tenderness, she unravelled the depths of her desires with each stroke.

Her unrestrained cries echoed through the chamber. His skilled touch ignited a tempest of pleasure, leaving her trembling in the wake of his mastery. Lost in the sensation he evoked, she surrendered to the torment of his touch. Consumed by the inferno of her longing.

With every caress, he kindled the flames of her desire. She became a vessel overflowing with ecstasy. Knowing she had found in him a lover whose touch would forever ignite her passion. In his unwavering gaze, she found herself enveloped in waves of ecstasy.

Her moans were a melody of pleasure that stirred the very depths of her soul. Suddenly, an overwhelming force seized her, igniting her senses in a symphony of convulsions. A powerful orgasm cascaded through her being, briefly veiling her consciousness in blissful oblivion.

Upon awakening, tears traced silent pathways down her cheeks. Their descent mirrored the searing pain that now pierced through her delicate intimacy. Yet, as he spread her out once more, his movements possessed a primal elegance. Each thrust is a testament to the boundless depths of their passion.

Despite the ache, she surrendered anew to the relentless rhythm of their union. Her pleas for his tender love intertwine with the symphony of their shared desire. For what seemed an eternity, their bodies entwined in a symphony of passion.

Each moment, a crescendo builds toward a simultaneous climax. Their souls merged in the ecstasy of shared release. They surrendered to the overwhelming tide of pleasure that washed over them, leaving them drained yet infinitely fulfilled.

In the peaceful aftermath of their lovemaking, they found solace in each other’s embrace. Their bodies intertwined in a silent communion of love. They drifted into the tender embrace of sleep. A sense of tranquillity enveloped them. Their hearts are entwined in the serenity of their shared bond.

I literally have zero idea how many parts this is gonna be, but as a regular ISS reader, I thought some organic stories of mine may hit the right spots.

Let’s start with this one. Four of our colleagues planned a party, booked an Oyo townhouse, and got drunk, and were chilling, dancing like it was our last night on the earth. I was stoned, drunk and narrating an art on the wall in the most adult way possible and everyone was going crazy about it.

I got tired and lied on the bed and she just sat next to me exactly while her ass cheeks were facing my dick. There was some wild energy passing there and I just found a moment when one going to the washroom and the other not observing us. I kept my right hand on my colleague’s hips, turned off the light with the left, and pulled her for a kiss. We were just lost in it, eating each other’s lips and tongues till there was a noise that someone was coming.

As one guy had passed out drunk, the other two girls and I moved out to another room where one girl passed out in a bit. Me (Abhi) and her (Leela) were awake, getting drunk and smoking on the balcony.

Leela was 5 ft tall, had thick breasts 34D, dusky, perfect ass. I was 5.9 ft, average looking, with a little tummy. We both were a mix of raw and urban grown who liked to eat than just fuck, had crazy amounts of horniness and energy as we were grown with better nutrition and moved to Mumbai for jobs.

I lifted my colleague Leela and made her a seat in the window, with all the lights off. We could see each other in the city lights and waiting to eat each other which was very clear in the eyes. I leaned for a kiss and she gave her fingers and went for my neck and ears. She knew what turned me on the most and went for it without any delays. Meanwhile, her hands are already gripping my balls smoothly.

My hands were already inside her and pinching those nipples. We realized we had someone sleeping there and slowly, we moved to the washroom. And yeah, hotel restrooms hide lots of secrets that no one can ever know. We just looked into each other’s eyes deeply and questioned whether were we really doing this. And we didn’t waste a second to undress and just started eating each other from neck to the pussy all way long.

Filled with sweat and wet by licking each other, my co-worker made me stand to the wall and just went down on her knees. Leela was the only person who could ever get my dick to its full potential. She made me hold her hair, while she focused on the job in hand. She was sucking my dick deeply while rubbing my balls and damn, she knew it too well.

We had to go out as the day was getting bright. We went for breakfast and then the other two had taken off. We didn’t talk about anything but we both knew that we were not leaving it there. We were just done with Friday night and we had two days left with us till weekday began again.

She made her calls home and informed she will be back on Monday evening. And she took me to her regular drinks spot. We got high and rushed to my flat nearby. We didn’t talk much at all about what was tomorrow and were just living in the moment. We were lost in each other. With cigarettes after sex playing in the background, she made me light up a cigarette and made me sit on a chair. She pulled a pillow, kept under her knees, and started sucking it instantly. She made it so strong that it was hard enough for the full day.

There was a TV stand right next to us and I just made her lean on it from the back. I pulled her jeans and inserted my dick from the sides of the panties. We loved the pain and were doing it rough. My colleague moaned, “Harder..” and was shouting for every push and enjoying the pain it gave.

I had my left hand on her boobs while the right was spanking her. And I just slid my fingers to find her clit from the front while fucking her from the back. After a few minutes, she turned around to kiss me while her hands were doing their job, holding my dick and keeping it hard.

Leela then made me lie down and came on me. She started sucking me all over while I was holding her hair and eating her whenever she came close. My office colleague sucked my dick over the condom and made it hard again. She sat in an exact squat position with her hands taking support on my thighs. Damn, that was the best position that I had ever found. It was going in deep and hitting her. Her boobs were waving, our eyes talking a lot and our bodies becoming one. We knew this was not gonna over anytime soon!

I couldn’t stop and it was my turn to dominate. I made her lie down. With her legs on my shoulders, I pushed my dick inside her while my thumb played with the clit and one pressing that left boob. We started banging shit out of each other. We had to increase the speakers to full to just make sure no one listened. We were too loud and sweating like hell in a 16-degree air-conditioned room.

We fucked in that position for a while and I made her turn around. While she was lying down, I had my three fingers inside my colleague fucking crazily. She was begging for more while I kept sucking her from the back, spanking and pulling her hair back. Girls go crazy when something inside from the back and hair is pulled. She said this was something that she liked the most and asked to me keep pulling and enter from that angle.

Leela bent herself in such a way that I could fuck her in the doggy while holding her boobs in one hand and pulling her hair with another. We were fucking like animals and she asked me to fuck faster and harder. I slowed down a little to not finish there as I wanted to fuck my colleague the whole two days and just switched back to finger fucking to keep the dick hard.

Hold that fluids dripping all over you, we will continue this in the next part where we were naked for continuous 2 days and all the wildest things that happened.

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