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Hi guys. I am Siddharth, and I am 25 years old. This is my first post/series on ISS, and this story is very close to me.

My simple life took a turn 6 years ago when I was just a 19-year-old guy. Back then, I was a college student in Chennai. I was a hosteller and rarely visited home during holidays. So, most of my life was spent around college and hostel only.

This situation led me to meet a woman named Anita (32). She was a room cleaner who worked along with other women in our hostel. She was in charge of cleaning rooms on my floor.

Most of the people in my hostel either spoke Tamil or Telugu and rarely spoke Hindi. Most of us were from rich families who got into the habit of speaking English. Anita was only able to understand English and hence never spoke to the students.

This changed when she met a student who was staying in room number 26. Room no. 26 was my room. I was pretty obsessed with cleanliness. I always kept my room clean and never allowed anyone else in my room. Not even the cleaners.

This changed one day when Anita knocked on my door and offered her cleaning service. At first glance, she was a little shy around me, maybe because she thought I was like other rich students. They would make sexual comments about her.

Me: Mera room toh saaf hi hai. (My room is clean.)

It was her first time hearing Hindi from a student. Her eyes immediately lit when I spoke to her. Without thinking much, she asked me if I really spoke Hindi.

I told her it was obvious because I was from north India. I only spoke other languages during needs. She quickly got acquainted with me and spoke her heart.

Anita: Aapka room sahi hai. (Your room is nice and clean)

Me: Haan.

Anita: Aap kahan se ho? (Where are you from?)

Me: Ranchi, Jharkhand.

Anita: Jharkhand?

Me: Haan aur aap? (Yes, and you?)

Anita: Padosi hain aapke. (I am your neighbour.)

Me: Padosi? Bihar? Odisha? (Neighbor? Bihar or Odisha?)

Anita: Bihar.

After this first meeting, Anita and I became friends or say more than friends. Anita usually came to my room at the end after cleaning all the other rooms. She talked to me during her remaining hours. She told me that she travelled here with her husband 3 years ago in 2015.

Since then, they have been living in a small house near our hostel. Her husband Mohan was a worker in a factory. They also had a small kid who stayed alone during the day. Anita was a cheerful, submissive woman.

She followed my every advice whenever I gave it to her, from teaching her English to lending her money. Anita quickly became indebted to me. Her thoughts, not mine.

At the end of my first year, India got hit by the covid wave. Before I could go home, our hostel gates were closed. Only a few students, including me, remained and along with us some hostel employees too. Anita, who had her home near our hostel, was made the In-charge.

This is where our main story starts. During the wave, Anita never failed to visit me. She only visited her home in case of emergencies, so most of her time was spent in my room. One day, it was around 1 pm when I suddenly got an urge to jerk off.

I never did that during the day. But since nobody was going to see me, I decided to have some ‘Me’ time. Anita did not come that day, which made me assume that she might have gone back to her place. So, I felt relaxed and pulled down my pants and oiled up my cock.

I opened some milf porn and started stroking. I did not want to cum so soon. So, I started building up my orgasm. I sat down on the side of the bed and stroked my cock slowly. (My dick size is around 5.8, by the way, if anyone is curious). After a while, I was getting close to climax.

Just a few seconds before I came, my door was pushed open by Anita. The sight was embarrassing. I only cum a few seconds after Anita got into my room and I wasn’t able to stop it. I pumped out a huge load in front of her. Anita quickly turned her face around, and I pulled up my pants.

Anita: I will come later.

Me: O-okay.

I was pretty embarrassed by what happened that day. I hoped that Anita would understand me and would not raise a complaint against me. Later that evening, Anita knocked on my door. I took a breath deeply and opened the door. Anita walked inside and sat on the chair nearby with a smirk on her face.

Anita: Ye sab bhi karte ho aap aur woh bhi din dahade? (You also do such things in broad daylight?)

Me: Mujhe laga koi nahi aayega. (I thought no one would come.)

Anita: Fir bhi. Kam se kam room toh thik se band kar lete aap. (Still. At Least you could have closed the door properly)

Me: Sorry. Aapko ye sab dekhna pada. (Sorry you had to see such things.)

Anita: Aapki koi girlfriend nahi hai kya? (Don’t you have a girlfriend?)

Me: Hoti toh ye sab thodi karta. (I wouldn’t be doing this if I had a girlfriend.)

Anita: Haan toh bana lijiye. Acche dikhte ho upar se kafi bada bhi hai. (Then make one. You’re big (cock size) too.)

Me: No Chance.

Anita: Kyun? (Why?)

Me: Meri pasand alag hai. (My preferences are different.)

Anita: Matlab? (What do you mean?)

Me: Promise kijiye aap hasoge nahi. (Promise me that you won’t laugh.)

Anita: Promise.

Me: Mujhe Ladki nahi balki meri umar se badi aurat pasand hai. (I don’t like girls around my age. I like older women.)

At first, Anita looked like she was shocked to hear that. I mean, most 20-year-old guys would prefer milfs to girls around their age. She then slowly understood my theory about why I like milfs. After this point, we came closer, and we talked about adult things, too.

Anita disclosed to me how she finds condoms and various other things while cleaning up other rooms. Our fun came to an end when one day Anita came to me in dire need.

Anita: Siddharth, aapke paas 6000 honge kya abhi? (Siddharth, do you have 6000 rupees with you? Right now?)

Me: Haan.(Yes)

Anita: Accha toh nahi lag raha ek student se maang kar par abhi jaroorat hai isliye maang rahi. (I don’t feel good about asking a student for money but I need it urgently.)

Me: Main bhej deta hun. Fir aap batana ki kya dikkat aa padi. (I will wire you the money. But after that, you will have to tell me everything)

After I sent the money to her, she walked out of my room and called someone from her phone. After a while, she came back with tears flowing down her cheeks. I asked her to sit beside me and offered her some water.

After getting relaxed, she told me that her mother had a sudden pain attack and was rushed to a hospital. They needed 10k urgently, but she only had 4k with her at that time. I reassured her that everything would be fine.

A few days later she told me that her mother was safe now and thanked me. She even returned the money. But the day when she came up with that news was the day I was jerking off again.

That time, I just started stroking. When she came in, I immediately pulled my pants. Although she saw my hard cock still twitching inside my pants, she decided to ignore it. At that point in time, she could have left, but she chose to sit down and talk.

While she was talking about her day, I was still trying to calm my boner down. Anita kept her cheek on her palm and looked at me, struggling to hide my boner.

Anita: Mai help kar du? (Should I help you?)

I was shocked to hear her saying that. She even nodded again to make sure that the thing I just heard was real. She pulled up her chair near me and asked me to pull down my pants. I hesitated at first.

Anita: Mujhe nahi pata tha aap sharma jaayenge. (I never thought you’d be a shy person.)

Me: Sharma nahi raha bas kisi ko pheli baar ye kehte sun raha hu. (I am not shy. It’s just that It is my first time hearing someone say something like this)

Anita: Aree bas samajh lijiye ye ek thank you hai meri taraf se. (Don’t worry. Just think of this as a thank you from me.)

Me: Par aap toh shaadi shuda ho naa. (But you’re a married woman. Aren’t you?)

When I said that, I saw a sadness in her face. So, I immediately changed the topic. I told her that if she gave me a handjob, then I would do something similar to her. At first, she hesitated, but later she agreed to let me play with her tits, but only for a few seconds since she feared getting caught.

I agreed to her proposal and pulled down my pants. At that point, my dick was getting softer. But with just one touch of her hand, my dick got hard as a rock. She poured some coconut oil on the tip of my dick and slowly moved her hand up and down.

Anita: Aapka kitna mota hai. Ek haath se toh pura pakad bhi nahi paaungi. (Your dick has a nice girth. I cannot grab this with just one of my hands)

Me: Ya toh aapke haath chote hain. (Or your hands are small. That’s why it looks bigger to you)

After a few minutes, I was getting closer to climax. So I told Anita that she could leave it to me now. But she acted as if she didn’t hear me and started stroking faster. As a result of this, I ejaculated with such force that most of my cum landed between her cleavage and her blouse.

She got surprised by this explosion of cum and started laughing. I gave her the towel beside me, and she wiped her chest and my dick with it. As promised, she unhooked her blouse and asked me to get a good feel of her heavy milky tits.

Me: Aapke bhi toh kafi bade hain. (Even if you have big ones.)

Anita: Aapke haath chote honge (Maybe your hands are small too.)

Me: Aap bahut sundar ho. Patli kamar aur aapke mummon ka combination sexy hai. (You’re so beautiful. The combination of your thin waist and big tits make you look sexier)

I just played with her boobs by gently squeezing and fondling them. I did not ask her to remove her bra because I wanted to be a little respectful at that point. Also, I did not want to compromise her job by getting us caught. After playing for a while I asked her to cover herself.

Anita: Bas itna hi? (Just this much?)

Me: Haan toh aur kya karu? (Yes. What else should I be doing?)

Anita: Kisi aur ko deti toh choos bhi leta. (If I had given this opportunity to someone else, they would be sucking these)

Me: Naah. Agar kiya toh wapas se khada hone lagega mera. (If I had done that, then I would be getting a boner again)

Anita giggled after hearing this and arranged her saree. She then looked at her watch and said that she has still half an hour left. I told her to give a few rounds around the hostel since she was made a temporary in-charge.

Anita said that she would do that before ending her shift. We then looked at the ceiling with an awkward silence.

Anita: Aapne toh kiss bhi nahi kiya hoga kyunki aapki toh girlfriend hi nahi hai. (You must have never kissed since you don’t have a girlfriend.)

Me: Nahi. Aap ye bhi sikhaoge kya? (No. But would you teach that too?)

I told her this as a joke, but she got serious about it. She said that she would have done it if I asked her. I told her she has free will so nothing will change if she did that herself. Anita disagreed with it and said that for her, I was like her boss or, say, master. I have helped her more often than she did for me.

She said that she was indebted to me, and she was willing to return my favour by making this master-servent relationship.

Anita: Aap 4 din pehele bhi ye (hila) kar rahe the aur aaj bhi. (It hasn’t been 4 days since you masturbated again)

Me: Ab umar hi aisi hai. Karne ka mann karta hai. (I feel like doing this during this age of mine.)

Anita: Acchi baat nahi hai. Maal patla ho jaayega. (It’s not a good thing. The consistency of semen gets thinner.)

Me: Ruka bhi toh nahi jata. (I cannot stop this.)

Anita: Ek kaam karte hain. Jab tak lockdown hai, main har hafte ke end mein aake ye karungi jo aaj kiya. (Let’s do one thing. I will come every weekend and give you a hand job. Till then, you try to restrict your masturbation)

Anita told me that she would be keeping an eye on me so that I don’t break her rules. I should focus on other things and leave everything to my servant (Anita). As days passed, every weekend Anita came and gave me a hand job. This then changed to 2 weeks.

I got used to her handjobs and easily restrained myself for much longer days. Slowly, the lockdown got over, and classes started again. The sexual tension between me and Anita started to grow. We avoided doing sexual activities when students were around.

Even though we met, we could not do anything else other than small chats. I made a plan. I started freelancing with one of my seniors and earned around 15k. I rented a room near my college and hired a maid. Guess who?

Note: This is the first part of the story. Sorry if it feels like the hot content was too little, but this is a real story, and although the conversations are not the same as they happened in reality, I tried to replicate the scenario as much as I could. Many of you must be having questions if the story is real or fake.

I appreciate every decision, even if you think this is a fake story. I will be glad if you like it. As for why I am writing this 6 years later then, I will say one thing. This is just a start, and Anita isn’t the only woman in this whole series. See you in the next part.

AUTHOR’S NOTE- The following is a fictional story. It’s the second part of my third series of sex stories. You can check out my other stories from my profile page. Wishing you all a hot reading!

Riya: OMG! You’re here, and you didn’t tell me. How long did you have to wait? You could’ve called me, and I would’ve come.

I smiled and hugged her. While hugging her, I could feel the emptiness around my chest. Having felt big boobs now, Riya’s boobs felt even smaller now.

Aunty had left me with a boner, so it took only a hug to get it back. I squeezed her ass and thrust my groin on hers.

Riya: Mom is at home, stupid.

Me: Fuck her. I want to fuck you right now.

This turned on Riya, and I cupped her face and started kissing her. Her back was facing towards the door, so she couldn’t see when her mom came at the door, but I saw. I pulled her pants down and grabbed her naked ass in front of Aunty.

She was smiling. I signalled her to leave the house. She nodded and went towards the gate.

Riya regained her senses in a while, “Mom can come here anytime.”

That’s when Aunty announced that she was going to the parlour and would be back only after an hour. It was followed by the sound of the closing gate.

Me: Now, no one can save you from me.

Riya smiled, and I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into a kiss. My other hand kept squeezing her boobs hard. She was moaning in my mouth. Then I took off her top and bra and pushed her onto the bed. I took off her pants.

Then I took off my clothes and underwear.  My dick was hard. I slid her panty off and separated her legs. I pushed myself inside her in one go with great force, and she screamed. I felt proud when a girl screamed during sex.

I held her hair and started fucking her like a bitch. Normally, I’d start slow, but today, I was already turned on, so I increased the pace early on.

She kept moaning: “Ahhh. What has gotten into you? Ahhh. Ahhhh. You’re so rough, ahhh. Fuck me. Fuck…ahh.”

She was moaning loudly, and it tempted me more. “You’re just a fucking slut to me.” I slapped her hard. I was also mad at her for coming at the wrong time, which made me fuck her mercilessly.

I slapped again, and she was crying and moaning: “Ohh, yes, punish me, Daddy.”

I held her throat and squeezed her nipples with the other hand while still pounding that chick hard.

“Oh gosh! I’m sorry.” We didn’t realise when Shree had come. Riya panicked seeing her, but when you’ve gotten a blowjob from their mom, you get a different confidence.

I paused for a moment but continued fucking her sister while staring into her eyes.

“What are you doing? She’s here. Ahhh. Umm,” Riya tried to complain, but her moans didn’t stop.

I increased my pace even more. I sucked her boobs. Shree’s jaws dropped, and she stood there for a few seconds watching her sister getting nailed before realising she should’ve taken off a long ago.

“Let me go. Ahhh. What would she think?” she said and tried pushing me, but she had already disappointed me once, and I couldn’t let her do it twice, so I pushed her back to bed and locked her hands above her.

“You can’t go until I’ve cummed the last of my drops inside your pussy. I stared into her eyes and pulled her nipple.” She nodded like a good sex slave.

I fucked her like a cheap slut for a long time and came inside her. I lay beside her and came inside her.

Riya: You were extra rough today.

Me: I know.

Did you not like it?

Riya: Stupid, I loved it. But my pussy hurts.

Me: Well, I know you like these pains.

She smiled. Then, almost immediately remembered.

Riya: Shit. Shree saw us. What would she think? What if she tells Mom?

Me: I know you’ll take care of her.

Riya was still not convinced, but I knew it didn’t matter. Her mom already knew.

Riya: I’m sorry, baby, but I’ll have to go and talk to her.

Me: Okay. I’ll leave then.

We kissed, and I left for home.

At night:

Aunty: So, how was the sex?

Me: It was great.

Aunty: I can see it in the way Riya’s limping today.

Me: Oh, really? I didn’t know I was that rough.

Aunty: Well, I can understand why you were rough, and it’s only healthy to get your frustration out during sex if she liked it rough. Something tells me Riya does.

Me: I think every girl likes it rough. They just won’t tell.

Aunty: I guess you’re right.

Me: Do you?

Aunty: It doesn’t matter. Does it?

Me: Why? It does.

Aunty: You know it was a one-time thing?

Me: I know it wasn’t.

Aunty: Wow. I like your confidence, but I’m sorry. This can’t keep happening.

I read the text and was disappointed. I couldn’t help but grab those boobs again. So I made a clip of me stroking my dick and telling her how much I liked her blowjob today and what I’ll do to her boobs again. I set it as view once and sent it to her. She quickly opened it but didn’t reply. I was left disappointed again.

After an hour,

Aunty: You’ve got a nice dick.

I quickly opened it.

Me: Did you like the clip?

Aunty: Yeah. I’m sorry for not replying. I felt a little guilty.

Me: So why are you replying now?

Aunty: I guess, like every human, I’ve got the right to be selfish sometimes.

Me: I don’t understand.

She sent me her topless photo, and it wasn’t set to view once.

Me: Oh my fucking God. I can never get over them.

Aunty: I trust you. That’s why I didn’t even set it to view once. You can keep it.

Me: Thank you so much. I’m going to go and have a quick solo session right now.

Aunty: Lol. Wait

Me: Yes?

Aunty: What exactly do you want from me?

Me: Should I be honest?

Aunty: Yes

Me: Everything. I want every inch of your skin to be mine. I want to have the free use right to your body. I want to get inside you even when I know I won’t last long in you because you’re so tempting that I would cum in just a few seconds. But those few seconds would be worth everything.

Aunty: I’m impressed.

Me: And I’m hard.

Aunty: I know, but I’ve given you this challenge. If you want more, you’ll have to complete the challenges.

Me: Do I need to push up with one hand?

Aunty: Lol. I want you to…

Me:?

Aunty: This is weird, but I want you to fuck my other daughters first.

Me: Wait, what?

Aunty: Yes. Start with Shree. She would be easy.

Me: But why?

Aunty: There are many reasons, and all of them are almost stupid. First, I want to see if you’ve got the jizz to get more girls to bed. Second, I don’t know how, but only Riya got small boobs. The other two have got like mine, so you’ll like them.

Aunty: Third, I want someone trustworthy to encourage them to lead a good sex life and not shy away from it. Fourth, are you even a heterosexual male if you’re passing up on the opportunity to have sex with more girls?

Me: Wow. So much. I never thought about it. I had made out with other girls and even seen their nudes, but never had sex with anyone other than her.

Aunty: Well, you’ve already cheated on her, and it’s not like you’re actually regretting it. You said you want more.

Me: With you.

Aunty: I’m offering you more. And we will also do everything if you complete the challenges.

I was thinking about it. What was there to lose anyway? She was right. If I’m okay with cheating on her with her mother, then having sex with her sisters is somewhat expected. Lol. I hadn’t actually paid attention to them, but now, if you think about them.

Shree was smaller in height but had large boobs, almost the same size as her mother’s. Now I suddenly remembered, she wasn’t wearing a bra today when she came to the door.

Her nipples were poking through her top, and I noticed it but forgot. It would be nice to grab them. She was a little wheatish, but it looked good on her.

Anushka was the mature one— both physically and mentally. She had the right amount of boobs and ass, just the size I liked the most. She was fair and the most beautiful among the three.

If she were my age and I weren’t in love with Riya, I would have definitely married her. She was only 2 years older, though, and although she had a boyfriend, I still hoped that she was a virgin.

Aunty: What happened?

Me: What if I say yes?

Aunty: Don’t be melodramatic. I know you would be already thinking about them and drooling.

Me: Yes, but I’m also thinking about you.

Aunty: *shy emoji*

Me: What do I need to do?

Aunty: Start with Shree. She would be easier than Anushka.

Me: Any tips?

Aunty: I hate to be a bad mother, but she trusts me the most. So if anything would have to happen to her by “someone,” she would tell me first and not Riya.

Me: So I should be direct with her?

Aunty: That’s your call, but I told you that you shouldn’t worry about her telling anything to Riya.

Me: So, did she tell you she caught us having sex?

Aunty: Yes. But don’t tell Riya. I told her that you’re a nice boy and Riya has a good partner to help her explore. And she told Riya that she would not tell me so.

Me: Wow. What a little snitch.

Aunty: *laughing emoji*

Me: But when do I get you?

Aunty: We can have our mini sessions when we’re alone, but the next blowjob you’ll get is from Shree only. Not even Riya.

Me: Why? If you’re not giving it, at least let Riya give it to me. I’ve already impressed her.

Aunty: Nope. Not getting it from anywhere will increase your desire, and you’ll work harder to get it.

Me: Fine, Mom. Now send them boobies to your baby.

We videocalled, and she showed me her boobs. She also squeezed them for me, and I masturbated on the camera. I recorded the call for future use.

To be continued.

Hi. It’s the author. If you liked the story, please send feedback and suggestions to [email protected]. I might not write the next parts if I don’t get enough mail. So please do mail to motivate me.

James looked up into the eyes of Dominic very sensually and said, “Let’s get your big yummy cock deep into my mouth!” James took the head of the cock in his mouth and kissed softly. He then pulled the huge cock across his tongue and deep in his throat.

James moaned quietly in pleasure as he slowly closed his eyes. Dominic took James’ head in his hands and helped him bob on the cock. James sucked and slurped the gigantic rod with passion.

The room was filled with the sounds of loud slurps and James moaning in pleasure. He loved the cock in his mouth so much. James slurped and bobbed as his lips rode up and down the thick shaft of the cock. What James did not know was that Dominic had set up a hidden camera to record the whole thing.

The blowjob was being live-streamed,, and James’ girlfriend, Carly, was watching it in shock and amusement. James was oblivious to the camera. He was laser-focused on the cock rocketing back and forth in his mouth. James was enjoying the cock so so much.

Dominic pumped his hips as his cock banged James’ tonsils. Dominic pulled James’ head until his balls pressed against his chin. James’ throat clicked and bucked. But James fought off the gag reflex. His eyes began to water.  James sensually bobbed on the cock.

He very much savoured every inch of the strong throbbing cock. His lips glided back and forth as he milked that cock so ğh Carly was legitimately shocked at the proof of James and his cheating. She recorded the video of the brutal blowjob.

She was determined that she would make sure that everyone that she knows gets to watch that video. James would go viral on the internet as a cock-gobbler. Carly would be breaking up with James. James would be incredibly embarrassed.

Months ago, Carly had taken James into Victoria’s Secret. She playfully purchased some thong panties for James to wear. As she looked at the video, she noted that James knelt before Dominic, wearing only a thong panty. It was one of the panties that Carly bought for James.

Carly’s anger burned against her cheating boyfriend. She is determined to get revenge. James pulled his pouty lips off of the big cock with a POP! He looked up at Dominic once again and whispered, “I love your cock in my mouth, Daddy!”

He then took the cock in his hand and applied a thick wet lick down the shaft to the base. He kissed Dominic’s balls and took them in his mouth, and sucked them. Then he pulls the balls out of his mouth with a SLURP! And kissed back to the tip of the cock.

Once again, James took the cock deep into his mouth. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked the cock. The blowjob went on for nearly a half-an-hour. Dominic groaned as his throbbing cock unloaded a dump truckload of cum into James’ mouth.  James swallowed and moaned in ecstasy.

He guzzled every drop of cum fed to him. James looked up at Dominic and winked as he declared, “Thank you, Daddy!” Carly had become amused with the video of the blowjob. She was shocked to see the skill and passion that James possessed for performing the blowjob.

She sent the video to a number of her closest friends. It took only minutes before people began to respond. Some of her friends reacted with anger that James would cheat on Carly. Other of her friends reacted with laughter and committed to making that video go viral.

The video of James sucking cock was being sent to millions of people worldwide. His reputation was being created, and he would never escape this video proof that he was a cock-gobbler. The fact that he was also wearing thong panties was very entertaining for most people.

The truth is that James would never leave this video down. He would be so embarrassed by this video that he would left whimpering in public humiliation. Carly tried to call James, but he was too busy licking his cum-drenched lips. It was obvious that he enjoyed guzzling that cum.

Carly left a message for James, and it was iconic. “Um, James, I cannot believe that you chose to cheat on me. You will pay for that, you fucking son-of-a-bitch. You fucking gay cock sucker. I caught you sucking a cock, and you were loving it. Well, you can just keep sucking those cocks because you and I are not dating anymore. I’m showing everyone the video of you In panties with a cock stuffed in your mouth!”

When James listened to the voicemail, his mouth dropped open in complete surprise. He was stunned and speechless. His brain sizzled with embarrassment. How was he videotaped? Who was going to see this video? How would he manage this intense embarrassment?

James began to receive text messages and Instagram messages from numerous people who had seen his video. He was the laughingstock of the world. James dropped on the hard floor on his butt with a firm THUD! He began to bounce up and down on his butt cheeks.

It repeatedly slapped the floor and filled the room with ‘PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!’ sounds. He did not know that the hidden camera was still recording. So Carly watched James’ butt bounce. She laughed out loud at the sight. Carly texted James, “Bounce those panties hard for me!”

James stood to his feet and rubbed his very sore butt cheeks with both hands. He had no idea that there were literally thousands of people laughing at him as they watched the livestream. James put on his pants and shirt and walked out of the room.

James was trying to call Carly, but she was not answering his calls. She wanted him to stew in his embarrassment and anxiety. He continued to receive messages about his panties, about the blowjob, and about his butt bouncing. He was repeatedly stunned with humiliation. It was staggering for him.

A few memes were made of James and went crazy viral. James shut off his phone because he was being inundated with messages. People everywhere were sending him messages about his blowjobs and panties. James whimpered in utter embarrassment.

Carly assumed the role of promotional director. She would promote James and his cock sucking video to everyone. She established a company called Blowjobs International and made James the spokesperson and President.

She put together a book entitled, ‘How to Perform Amazing Blowjobs’ and put the book in James’ name. Carly would regularly hear that James was busy sucking cocks. She knew that he had earned a spot in the Blowjob Hall of Fame. She arranged a public ceremony for James to receive the embarrassing award.

She maintained a website for the Blowjob Performer of the Year, all about James. On the website was a video of James sucking cock in his little girly panties. There was also a video of James bouncing on his butt in embarrassment.

What James did would not only be cemented in the minds of countless people. But giving Dominic the blowjob would launch a very embarrassing practice for James of sucking cocks daily. James had discovered his true passion and purpose in life. He loved sucking cocks.

He guzzled cum for his breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Carly went on to find the guy of her dreams and live a very happy life. She giggled with glee whenever she heard that James was staying very busy performing deep-throat blowjobs.

She imaged James with his eyes watering profusely and his throat being thunder-plunged with huge cocks. The image made Carly giggle with satisfaction. Carly would send a text message to James about once a month. The text stated, “Bounce on your panties for me!”

I am new to this, and this is a series drawn from an amalgamation of my own and my friend’s experiences of post-traumatic breakups in our lives. Our main protagonist is Niharika (fictional name) mostly inspired by me. Please enjoy and leave feedback. Thanks.

Hi, I am Niharika; I am a dusky light brown girl with average height, 34B-28-34 size, and straight dark brown hair. I don’t know I come here to seek what, but I want to just shout what my life has become. These are not tales for the faint-hearted, and more importantly, these are also not the tales I can share with anyone without anonymity.

I was 28, living in Gurugram, working in an MNC, and I was madly in love with “N”. He was my childhood friend who always had the hots for me. But until recently, we had been on our separate ways, and our friendship had been very on and off. But 2 years ago, during the COVID lockdown, we both expressed our feelings and got together.

As the lockdown lifted, we used to meet, and it was the best feeling because not only was this a date, but also my best friend was someone who knew everything about me. Over time, we did plan getaways where we used to get physical, but we never had sex. I was putting it off until marriage. We would only push it to third base and I was very much against him even cumming near me as I was disgusted by it. He was still the sweetest, understood all my quirks, and we continued.

A year ago, he got transferred to Bangalore for his new IT job. We planned to make the long-distance work but things got very strained very quickly. I always thought this guy had loved me since childhood; where would he go? So, I unknowingly started taking him for granted.

Because of my past boyfriend blackmailing me with my nudes, I kept denying my current guy any form of digital relief, and things got more strained. I gave him less and less time, and eventually, one day, after many fights, he broke up with me.

This was big for me, earth-shattering big. I had been cheated on in the past, been ashamed about my body, and even been dumped right to my face in front of my friends. But this one time I believed that this was it. This guy has been with me all along; he would never leave me. I can pull his strings all I want, but he still loves me. Turns out the fun was over, he was gone.

He just left me and gave me no chance. He said I had shown 0 physical effort for him, and now, even emotionally and mentally, I barely gave him time or love. I was always busy with my office friends and old college friends but had no time for him. He even suspected me of cheating, which was not true, but he said he was done with me.

I could not take it, I just could not. I had been the submissive one in all my previous relationships and I had suffered for it. Unwilling blowjobs, handjobs in public, complete exposure on video, slave play on video calls. But this one time, I was just me; I was the dominant one, and now, again, I was left with nothing. I had nothing to show for all the “love” that had gone by in my life. I was empty, alone, and lost at 27.

To numb the pain, I started to hang out with my office friends more. Among them was Aniket who was a married guy 6 years my senior. He was my best friend at work. But I had never had any sexual thoughts about him and neither had we done any messing around. I considered him like an elder brother to me.

My ex was never his fan and maybe wrongly suspected us too. But now I had nobody, I told him that I had had a breakup. I used to randomly cry in the office missing my ex. Aniket tried to console me and calm me down.

He and my other female friends tried their best to cheer me up, but I was hopeless. One day, they forced me to go to a club. They asked me to go dance with new guys, get my groove on, and dance with them. I refused and sat in a corner. One of these nights, they offered me a drink. I never handled alcohol well, so when I started to drink, I got very tipsy very fast (a lot of the following details are recollections and facts told by my friends). While everyone was dancing, I was sitting in a corner drinking whisky. Aniket came to me to stop me from drinking.

He said: This is enough, please stop now.

But I was hell-bent.

“Why did he leave me? Am I ugly? Are my boobs small? What is it? Tell me.”

I blurted with little control.

Aniket: No, you are not ugly by any means. It’s ok, sometimes things don’t work out

Niharika: You are lying. Look at you. You married your wife. I will never marry. No one loves me. All everyone wants is sex.

Aniket: Listen, you are too drunk and too loud. Let’s go, let’s not create a scene here.

Niharika: Oh, shut up! I need to drink more.

Then he grabbed me, hinted to our friends, and took me to his car. I was so drunk, and all I could think about was how I was ugly and would never find love. He put me in the passenger seat and started to drive me to my PG.

I kept rambling on and on about how I could never satisfy my ex because I hate to give blowjobs. I never let him have sex, I wanted to stay a virgin for him. But now everything was ruined. As we were close to my PG, I kept my hand on his dick, and asked him –

Niharika: Do you feel nothing when you see me?

I just wanted validation. I wanted to feel like I could make a man hard. But I did not feel any hardness. I couldn’t take the shame. I just looked at him, and he was focused on the road.

That was when I lost my mind. I shouted at him for not being a man, and how he could not get it erect for me, how I was ugly, and he just wanted to throw me in the PG and leave.

He got angry, put me under a seatbelt, and shouted at me to keep quiet. I was stunned by this aggression, but still could not stop my stupid antics. I just wanted to feel like I could make a man hard and not feel rejected. Then I took off my top and pushed my skirt down my legs. I looked at him and begged.

Niharika: Do you still not like me? Am I worth nothing? You can have it all. If the world is only about sex. Then I am open to everything. There is no reason left to save anything right. At least you have a good time.

He still did not look at me. He was just looking at the road in anger. Now this was a chilly early winter night. The window was also open and I had too much to drink. Then I accidentally began to pee. All over his seat, I peed, piss flowing down my thighs. I began to laugh. He saw my underwear go wet and piss dripping all over on his leather seat.

He calmly stopped the car on the side. Then he looked at me, took a cup, and collected some of the piss falling from my thighs. I was still giggling thinking he was doing so to protect his car. I was so wrong.

Then he took a sip of the piss. I stopped giggling. All the jokes and a lot of the booze in my situation had gone flying out. I was just stunned. Then he looked at me, his hand reached for my bra and pulled it so hard it tore off of me. Before I could speak he smacked me.

He sipped some more of my piss, then spit in the glass and handed it back to me. Then he asked me to drink. I was motionless. I had wanted to be used tonight to ease the pain. But this event had taken all the booze out of me, and while I still wanted to be used, this act had me completely nervous.

I drank the entire cup with great difficulty as I am very sensitive to smells. He then got out of his seat. He pulled me out by my neck and threw me in the backseat of the car. Then he pulled at my panties and my hairy wet pussy from all the piss and precum was right in front of him. He looked at me like a predator. The night was cold and the area of the route was secluded.

Aniket: You wanted to be used. You slut, you have been a tease for so long. I never touched or cared for you. You kept sticking around me like a bug, you insignificant disgusting little slut.

Aniket: I tried to be courteous, but you have forced my hand tonight. Now, I’ll rip you apart.

He took out his dick, spread me wide, wider than I had ever been. I could only see shadows as there was only moonlight.

Then it hit me, that large tip. It was trying to enter me, all my booze had gone. I was fully there now. As the cold breeze cut me, he entered in one go and gagged my mouth with my wet panties.

That pain was unlike any. I was ripped apart, then he started thrusting and pressing my boobs so hard they went red. The pain was unreal as I was a virgin. I thought about my situation. A few weeks ago, I was in a healthy, normal relationship, but I let it all go. This was my punishment. This was what the world wanted of me, and this was what I failed at, and now I should be punished, and I completely gave in. To the smell, to the touch, to the state, to the force pulsating, ripping apart my pussy. I belonged to this world now.

He grabbed my neck and went harder. I could feel my entire thighs had gone wet and numb. He grabbed my mouth, opened it, and spat in my mouth. I couldn’t believe this docile brotherly figure had given me this treatment. He was finally about to cum; he unloaded inside me, and I could feel myself fill up. Then he grunted one last time and took his dick out of me.

He collected a combo of juices from my pussy in that glass, peed in it, and handed it to me. Then he said, “Drink slut”

As I started to sip, he went back and sat in the driver’s seat and started to drive. I began to wear my clothes. Finally, my PG came, but there was still some juice in the glass. He poured it on my face, pushed me out towards the gate of my PG, slapped my butt very hard, and left.

I opened the door, quickly reached my room, and closed it behind me. Then I fell to the floor. I had finally felt what being used felt like. I had become what I was scared of and what had cost me everything in my life, and I had become a fuck girl, a slut.

In my own pool of piss and smelly clothes, I forgot how or when I slept on the floor. I woke up the next morning which was Sunday. I could barely walk, but somehow made it to the shower where I saw what had been done to my body. Every mark made me hate myself more and I loved the feeling.

This is what you deserve. You messed up every good relationship you ever had because you thought too much of yourself. This is who you are, this is your place in the world.

As I saw myself in the mirror, I could truly see who or what I was. I was a slut, I was a pet, an animal to be used. I never let the men who cared for me fully use me. Now it was my time to suffer for it. There was no one left to love. All men just wanted this from me. They just pretend.

Some pretend to be lovers, some friends, some brothers, some colleagues. But at the end of the day, given a free chance, they would all tear me apart into a million pieces and eat every inch of my body and fuck me like there is no tomorrow…

(Part 2 coming soon).

This is a continuation of the previous story. Just a quick recap. Prajwal came up with a proposal to have a threesome with his girlfriend, Anisa. We planned a three-day trip to Lonavala. Let me straightaway get to what happened in Lonavala.

We reached there early in the morning. We stayed in a hotel, which had a lot of privacy and also had amazing views. We had a nice breakfast at the restaurant there and came back to our room.

Me: Prajwal, what is the plan? I am very impatient and restless now. Didn’t you say we should plan at least two sessions per day? The morning session would be great, wouldn’t it?

Prajwal: Of course, of course. Everyone is excited. Both of you will listen to me and do exactly as I tell you. Anisa, come and stand here. Abby, please tell me what you like about my girlfriend.

Anisa was wearing a short skirt that showed her amazing thighs. She wore a sleeveless crop top that revealed her slim waist and hot belly button. She surely was irresistible to any guy who saw her.

Me: Where do I even begin? She seems so perfect. The tight crop top is really highlighting her big boobs. And the short skirt is also accentuating her sexy ass. Her assets are so seductive that I already have a hard-on, lol.

Prajwal: Of course, she is no less than a model. Let’s start with some foreplay. Abby stands behind her and hugs her from behind. Encircle your hands around her waist. Make sure her ass touches your hard dick. Now, start kissing her neck.

I followed his instructions. Anisa started moaning for my soft kisses. Prajwal, too, was enjoying this view. I could see that he also had a hard-on. This went on for a few minutes, and I slowly started kissing her all over the neck and arms. I also started sucking her and giving her a couple of hickeys.

Prajwal: Okay, it is time to move on to the next stage. Abby slowly removes Anisa’s top and bra.

I followed as he said. When I saw her boobs, I was speechless. This was the first time I saw a girl nude in real life. I felt lucky to have a friend who made this possible. I started to feel the boobs with both my hands and started squeezing them.

Then I slowly started kissing her around the tits and started sucking her boobs. At this point, Prajwal came closer and started sucking on the other side. Anisa was moaning in pleasure. She used her two hands to caress the hard dicks we both had.

She slowly undid our pants. Our dicks were poking from within our undies. If this had gone on for a little more time, my dick would have just pierced my underwear and come out. That’s how hard it was. We then removed our shirts and underwear. We also took off her shorts and panties.

The first time I saw a guy with a hard dick in real life. For a moment, my attention went to his body. He was a muscular guy who had a well-maintained physique thanks to his regular gym routine. I thought to myself, “Oh man, he looks hot!”

Then I immediately said to myself, “Why am I looking at him when I have Anisa in front of me? Focus on her!” Then Anisa lay down on the bed. I started eating her pussy, and Prajwal was sucking and playing with her boobs. We interchanged a few times.

Anisa was almost screaming out of pleasure. She couldn’t take it anymore. She was like, “Guys, I need a break. This is just too much pleasure. Let me blow you guys.” She asked me to lie down and started kissing me all over the upper body. She slowly made her way to my dick.

Again she was teasing me by licking around the dick and increasing my expectation. Before she could actually come to my dick, I ended up shooting a huge load of cum. It was my first time, and I could not help it. I immediately felt bad and said sorry.

Prajwal: Don’t feel bad. It happens. It is not the end of the world. Look, you still have a hard-on.

Anisa started to lick the tip of my dick and started drinking the cum. She sucked my dick like a lollipop. She seemed very experienced and talented in this. She knew exactly when to play at the tip when to take it fully in the mouth, what pace it should be and when to give a pause.

She was edging me. I got overwhelmed and asked for a break. She then went on to blow Prajwal. I was licking her pussy while she was doing that. But then something struck me.

Anisa had said that the pleasure she got when two guys were engaging her was far far greater than what is possible with just one guy. She also said that Prajwal likes his balls to be sucked too. So I had an idea.

Me: Prajwal, I am really, really grateful for you to make this happen. I don’t think I can thank you properly. But I want to try. I will try to suck your balls as Anisa sucks your dick.

Prajwal: Wow, Abby you are really being adventurous. I thought you were straight. Do you feel comfortable doing this? There is no pressure, dude. I am already having fun. You don’t have to do it unless you really want to.

Me: No, I am willing to try.

Saying that, I started to take his balls inside my mouth and started sucking them. Surprisingly, I liked it! Prajwal also started moaning in pleasure. Anisa and I exchanged positions. I liked sucking his dick too. It turned me on. Then I remembered that I was paying attention to his body also.

I told him that and said, “Maybe I am a bisexual dude. You are actually turning me on.”

Anisa: Well, Abby, this is your perfect chance to explore this. Let’s both devour Prajwal and give him the maximum pleasure. Let’s give him a tongue bath. He would love it.

We both started feeling him by running our hands all over his body and licking at every possible place very passionately. I was imagining how much pleasure he would be experiencing with all this. He ended up shooting a huge load of cum for all this. Anisa drank every drop of it.

Then Prajwal and I started to lick Anisa’s pussy together. Once in a while, our tongues touched, too. I loved it! Sometimes, I would finger her while he was licking and vice versa. She, too, climaxed after a while.

Prajwal: Well, this has been really a lot of fun. I feel like this is a nice warmup. Let’s stop for now. We will save the fucking for tonight. The anticipation till night would surely make it more pleasurable.

Me: Yeah, that’s a good idea. Actually, I had never thought that just oral sex could also be so pleasurable.

Anisa: Especially in a threesome. I am so glad we could make this happen! I am excited for tonight!

Because both Anita and I were not getting enough privacy, I decided to leave the hostel and rent a room in her building. Luckily, Anita helped me get a room there for myself and got the rent to 5k a month. I immediately moved into her building, where she lived with her family.

At this point, Anita started avoiding me wherever she could. The frequency of her visits was less as compared to the hostel. The only time I used to see her was in the morning when she went to work. I did not get enough time to ask the reason for this.

I had classes in the morning, and she came late at night. I then decided to visit her during work hours. That day after classes, I went to the and looked out for Anita. Fortunately, she was talking with her fellow employees. To distract her, I walked towards her.

Me: Aunty, aapne aaj mera room saaf nahi kiya. (Aunty, today you didn’t clean my room?)

Anita: Oh. Haan, chalo abhi kar deti hun. (Oh. Come, I will do it now.)

Anita and I cautiously walked and got inside the common washroom just beside the stairs. We looked around for a few minutes to make sure we were alone. We got into the farthest cabinet in there.

Me: Aap mujhe avoid kyun kar rahe ho? (Why are you avoiding me?)

Anita: Ab kya kar sakti hun? Mujhe laga tha aapse milna ab jyada aasan hoga. Par aapke aane ke baad aur mushkil lag raha hai. (What could I have done? I thought it would be easier for me to meet you in my building. But nowadays, it is getting more and more difficult)

Me: Par kyun? (But why?)

Anita: Padosi, mera baccha, aas paas ke log. Kisi ne bhi dekh liya toh gadbad ho jaayegi. Hostel me koi mujhe thik se nahi jaanta.

(Neighbors, my kid and the people around our colony. If anyone saw me walking into your room, then they would start making assumptions. In the hostel, nobody gives importance to anyone other than work, nor does anyone know me that well.)

Me: Tab bas itna hi. Aur milne nahi aaogi aap? (So this is it? You won’t come to meet me now?)

Anita: Mujhe nahi pata. Aap mujhe acche lagte ho par meri bhi kuch majbooriyan hain. (I don’t know. I like you, but I also have my problems.)

After saying that, Anita walked out of the washroom and got back to her work. I also came back to my room. That day, I gave a lot of thought to this and came up with some plans. Anita’s greatest problem was the people around her.

Later that night, I went to Anita’s place and knocked on her door. Surprisingly, Anita’s husband opened the door and asked me what business I had there.

Me: Hello, main aapka padosi hun. Maine tuition service shuru karne ke sochi hai, yahan ke baccho ko padhane ke liye. Main ek college student hun isliye paison ki zaroorat padti rehti hai. Agar aapko tuition dilwani hai toh batayiye.

(Hello, I am your neighbour, and I am going to provide tuition to students in this building. I am a student, and I always need money. If you want me to teach your kid, then you can say.)

Mohan: Hmm. Teacher ke zaroorat toh hai par hum utne paise nahi kamate ki mahine ke 1000 de sake. (I need a tutor, but I can’t afford to give 1000 a month)

Me: Kisne bola 1000? 500 hi lunga. (Who said I would take 1000? 500 is enough)

Mohan told me that he would tell me after thinking this through and went back in. To make sure this plan works I asked the same thing to other neighbors as well. After that, I waited for all of them to give their answers.

A few days later, people started coming up to me and sent their kids to my place in the evening. I taught them during that period. That same night, Anita came to my place with her kid.

Anita: tuition me jagah bachi hai? (Is there a place for him in here?)

Me: Haan. Filhaal toh 6 log hi aate hain. (Yes, for now, only 6 kids come here)

I offered her some tea, and she told her kid to go back home. I saw Anita smirking while sipping up the tea.

Me: Aap khush lag rahe ho. (You’re looking happy.)

Anita: Kaise laate ho ye ideas aap? (How do you come up with these ideas.)

Me: Mujhe jo chahiye mai wo lekar hi rehta hun. (I take whatever I want.)

Anita: Waah.

Me: Kya dekh rahi ho? (What are you looking at?)

Anita: Dekh rahi thi ki aapko madad ki zaroorat hai ya nahi. (I was looking if you need any help.)

I smirked and said that I would need it if somehow I got to see her cleavage. She then gave a light slap on my shoulders and removed her pallu. Her soft but perfectly round and heavy tits gave me an instant boner. I asked her if I could touch them, and she agreed.

I gently played with her tits and saw her nipples getting hard. I pinched her nipples with my fingers and started rubbing them. Anita, who was taking deep breaths seemed like she was enjoying it. After a while, Anita grabbed my pants and pulled out my cock while I unhooked her blouse.

Me: Ruko, room ko band karke aata hun. (Wait, let me close the room first.)

I walked towards the door with a boner and closed the room. I turned back and saw Anita leaning back on my bed, giving her bouse a nice stretch. I quickly walked up to her and opened the blouse. Her boobs flew about as if they were in a cage. Anita pulled my cock out and started stroking it.

Me: Kya me choos sakta hun? (Can I suck them?)

Anita: Accha par jaldi jaldi karte hain. Zyada late hoga toh koi aa jaayega. (Okay. But let’s do this quickly because anyone can come if we get too late.)

She pulled her bra upward and asked me to lay down on her lap. I did the same thing and sucked her boobs as if I was a baby. With one arm, she grabbed my cock and started stroking. I just closed my eyes and played with her nipple with my tongue and teeth.

Her sweet milk flowed down through my throat making me harder. I opened my eyes and saw her biting her lips. I assumed that she was enjoying a little bit in all this. After a few minutes, I told her that I was about to cum, and she started stroking it faster.

At that point, the scene looked like my cock was a fountain when it shot my thick semen in the air. It was not that high, to be honest, but it was really a nice view. Her hand got covered as my cum oozed out of my cock. I got up and searched for a cloth to wipe ourselves.

Anita started arranging her saree. After a while, we cleaned ourselves, and Anita decided to leave. I looked outside my room to check for people, and fortunately, it was dead silence. I told Anita it was clear, and she could go. She pinched my cheek with love and went back to her place.

We did the same thing twice a week, and nobody got suspicious. The reason was that I occasionally called other parents to my place, too. I told them about their kid’s progress. As my way of teaching was easier for them, they scored much better in exams. The funny thing is that this was just a cover for us!

The problems started to arise when I got bored doing the same thing again and again. So, I asked Anita if we could take this further. She said that she would love to step it up. But back then, I was just a 20-year-old kid in front of her, and she felt a little unsure about me.

She told me that she would have sex with me during the third year of my college. I asked her to make it a promise since I won’t be stepping back. I was still in the first phase of 2nd year. I told her that we could not do the same thing for the whole year. I proposed some challenges for both of us.

It wasn’t anything special but a bit of voyeurism and exhibitionism. We started this after a few days and made a lottery system. Whoever’s name came first would follow the order of the other one. Since it was a lottery system, there was no way we could control whose name would show up.

Unfortunately, my name came up on the first day. Anita asked me to make out with her in any part of the building. But also make sure that there are still people around us and nobody sees us. My room was excluded from those places.

The challenges had deadlines of a few hours. If someone failed the challenge, he or she would have to buy something for the other one. The challenge was easy for me. I asked her to come to the roof in the night. As told, she came up to the roof.

Anita: Mujhe toh log nahi dikh rahe. (I don’t see people.)

Me: Udhar dekho. (Look there.)

I pointed out some groups of people who were on the rooftops of other buildings, even the people walking on the streets.

Me: Aapne ye toh nahi kaha tha ki log isi building ke hone chahiye. (You never said people should be of our building.)

Anita: Smart.

I took Anita towards the secluded corner of the roof and pulled her closer. But I wasn’t sure how to kiss. It was my first kiss, and I had doubts about it. But Anita quickly realised my situation and took the lead. At first, it started with some light pecks on the lips.

It felt nice and warm as our soft lips touched each other. It then slowly got intense as Anita pulled my face closer, and our tongue made contact. The movement of our tongues was sure something else. We sometimes sucked each other’s tongues too. After a while we stopped and looked around us.

We both stepped back and looked down on the streets. I was nodding my head in satisfaction while Anita hummed some songs.

Anita: Kya hua? Accha nahi tha? (What happened? Wasn’t that good enough?)

Me: Accha? Aur thodi derr hoti toh maza lete lete behosh ho jata. (Good? I would have fainted with pleasure if that went for a little longer)

Anita: Hahaha. Chalo mai jaati hun. Tumhe rehna hai raho. (Okay. I am leaving now. If you want to stay here, you can stay)

This was just a small step towards a big plan. For the next few days, I had to spend my time alone. Anita went to visit her in-laws in Bihar. For a week, we texted each other on the phone.

Me: Aap wapas kab aa rahi ho? (When you’re coming back?)

Anita: Parso tak aa jaaynege. (We will be there on the 3rd day.)

Me: Toh abhi kya kar rahe ho aap? (So, what you’re doing currently?)

Anita: Kuch nahi bas train me baith kar kuch soch rahi thi. (Nothing much, just thinking about an incident while sitting inside the train.)

Me: Kya? (what?)

Anita: Mere kuch dost mile the ghar par. Sab apne sexual life ke baare mein bata kar hasi mazak kar rahe the. Mere paas bhi batane ke paas bahut kuch tha par chup rehne mein bhalayi thi. (My friends were having fun gossiping about their sex life. I could have said mine, too, but it was safer to be quiet.)

Me: Kyun nahi bataya? (Why didn’t you say?)

Anita: Tumhare baare me batati toh mujhe wapas aane nahi dete. Mere pati aur meri sexual life me kuch hai jo main batati? (If I told them about us, then they would have caged me there and would not have allowed me to come back. Also, there is not much to talk about my husband and my sex life.)

Me: Oh. Par sach mein… (Oh. But do you really…)

Anita: Mujhe pata hai aap kya puchne waale the. Iss chiz pe zyada mat sochiye. Hum bas maze le rahe hain aur kuch nahi. (I know what you were going to ask. I want to say that don’t think much about it and let us both enjoy whatever we’re doing)

To some point, Anita was right. I was afraid that she would be taking this seriously but seems like I was the one worrying too much. Anita was surely cheating on her husband with me. But also, she never backed off from her job as a housewife.

She cared for her kid and earned to support her family. I made up my mind to make her sex life fun as long as I was there. I immediately ordered some sex toys for her and also some lingerie. I remembered her bra size when she showed me once.

It’s 34DD, and her measurements are around 34-26-36. Her height is around 5’2”, if anyone’s wondering. Anyway, I bought these things and kept them with me to gift them to her later. In between these 3 days, I kept this as a surprise for her.

Three days later, Anita and her family came back, and as soon as I saw her, I texted her on WhatsApp. It was around midnight when I got her reply.

Anita: Ruka nahi jata kya? (Can’t you wait?)

Me: Nahi. (No.)

Anita: Kya kar rahe the itne din bina hilaye. Haha. (What were you doing all these days? Haha.)

Me: Kuch nahi bas khud ko control kar raha tha. (Nothing. I was just restraining myself)

Anita: Hmm. Kal phir challenge karte hain tab. (Hmm. Let’s start the challenges again tomorrow.)

Me: Kal aapki chutti hai kya? (Do you have off tomorrow?)

Anita: Half day karke aa jaaungi. (I will come back after half a day.)

Me: Kyun? (Why?)

Anita: Mann nahi kar raha kal pura din kaam karne ka. (Not in a mood of working the whole day)

Me: Tab toh kal ghar pe akeli rahogi. (Then tomorrow, you’ll be alone the whole day)

Anita: Kahan. Mera beta toh 12.30 baje hi ghar aa jaayega. (No. My son will come back from school at 12.30 pm)

Me: Phir bhi. 30 minutes hai naa. (Still, we got 30 minutes.)

Anita: Haan. Kya plan bana rahe ho. (Yes, what are you planning?)

Me: Surprise.

The next day, I came back from college before lunch. I decided to bunk the rest of the classes as I had enough attendance. I quickly went to my room and got changed. It was almost 12 when I got Anita’s message that she just reached home.

She will meet me after getting fresh. 10 minutes later, she knocked on my door. I let her in after checking my surroundings.

Anita: Kya surprise hai. Kal raat ko toh neend hi nahi aayi. (What is the surprise? I couldn’t sleep the whole night thinking about it)

Since the conversation went too long, I will summarise the whole thing. Anita asked me what the surprise was. I promised her to tell me after we did the challenge. I also told her that she could only get the surprise if her name came up in the lottery.

Her name was on the paper when she picked it up. I immediately presented her with the toys and erotic lingerie I bought for her. Anita’s reaction was shocking because she never wanted me to spend money on her. Although she accepted those gifts, but also told me not to do it again.

As for the challenge, I gave her two options. One was to either wear her lingerie or walk on the building’s corridor for 5 minutes. Or to use one of the sex toys for the whole day. She had to send pics every hour as proof. Anita chose the latter option of using a sex toy rather than roaming wearing a semi-nude dress.

The toys I gave were a dildo, a vibrating pill (a type of vibrator a woman can by wearing it inside her panties) and a butt plug. Anita obviously did not consider the dildo but was confused between the two. She had never seen such toys in her life.

I showed her some videos of using those toys, and she decided to go with the vibrator. This decision of her’s sure made her day adventurous.

Note: Hey guys, thank you for reading this part. I know the progress of this story is slow. So, I thought to summarise the long conversation. Hopefully, the finale of this story will be the next part. Thank you again for your patience.

Also, do let me know in the comments if you bought any sex toys before. For me, it was really embarrassing when the delivery guy showed up. Fortunately, the site I ordered from included discreet packaging, which saved my day!

Upon entering the chamber of preparation, Rajasena found himself standing in a vast, opulent room unlike any he had ever seen. The ceiling stretched high above, adorned with intricate gold filigree and crystal chandeliers that cast a warm glow over the entire space. Candles flickered on every surface, bathing the room in a soft, seductive light. The walls were lined with stunning marble statues depicting various scenes of Indian mythology, each one more erotic than the last. Granite figures entwined in passionate embraces, their forms frozen in time, seemed to watch over the proceedings with knowing smiles.

The chamber itself was a testament to the opulence of Avanti’s royal lineage. Intricately carved granite statues depicting scenes from the Kama Sutra lined the walls, their sensual poses frozen in time, yet seemingly alive in the flickering glow of the scented candles.

The air was thick with the intoxicating scent of sandalwood and jasmine, wafting from the chandeliers and wall lamps that cast a warm, seductive light across the room. The walls were adorned with erotic paintings that told stories of love and passion, a stark contrast to the current somber mood. The grand bed at the center was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, its silken sheets and velvet pillows beckoning like a lover’s embrace.

The female servants, now surrounding the prince, moved closer, their eyes averted to the floor. They were a collection of beauty and innocence, a stark reminder of the purity that was about to be tainted by the necessity of power. Their hearts raced, each one feeling the tension coil around them like a serpent, tightening its grip with every passing moment. The queen, at the opposite end of the room, remained poised, her eyes closed as she took deep, measured breaths, her body a bastion of resolve amidst the tempest of emotions.

Rajasena took one last, lingering look at the statues and paintings, their erotic beauty, a macabre backdrop to the scene. He felt a strange mix of arousal and disgust, a conflict that roiled within him like a storm.

Across the room, Saudamini stood tall and proud, her white saree billowing gently around her slender frame. Ornate jewels adorned her wrists, neck, and ears, catching the light and reflecting brilliantly. Her long, black hair was pulled back into a neat bun, adorned with flowers and pearls.

The 50 female servants, belonging to various ministers, stood in a semi-circle around the entrance. Each woman was a vision of beauty, of different shades of brown skin color, their voluptuous figures accentuated by the tight-fitting red blouses and skirts they wore. Transparent chunris hung loosely over their hips, revealing tantalizing glimpses of their tanned skin. Their almond-shaped eyes sparkled with excitement, their lips painted a bold shade of vermilion.

Rajasena couldn’t help but feel a thrill run through him as he took in the sight before him. He knew what was expected of him that night, and he steeled himself for the task ahead. With a deep breath, he stepped forward, crossing the threshold into the inner sanctum. The room fell silent as he passed, the women watching him with hungry eyes.

Rajasena found himself facing his mother, who stood waiting for him with a regal air. He approached slowly, his gaze never leaving hers. When he reached her side, he bowed low, placing his forehead on the ground in reverence.

“Arise, my son,” Saudamini said softly, helping him to his feet. “It is time for us to complete this ritual together.”

Rajasena straightened, meeting his mother’s gaze once more. He felt a surge of affection for her, mixed with a strange sense of trepidation. He knew that tonight would change everything, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for the consequences.

But as he looked into his mother’s wise and loving eyes, he found the strength he needed. He took her hand, leading her to the center of the room. Together, they stood before the assembled women, ready to embark on this journey. The ritual had commenced it seemed.

As Rajasena stood before his mother, the reality of the situation hit him like a tidal wave. He looked into her eyes, seeing the same fear reflected there. Suddenly, the weight of what he was asked to do threatened to crush him.

He tried to ignore the growing panic in his chest, focusing instead on the task at hand. But no matter how hard he tried, his body refused to cooperate. His dick remained stubbornly limp, in fact, as if it was shrinking back into his crotch, betraying him at the worst possible moment.

Frustrated, Rajasena turned to his mother, seeking solace in her familiar face. “I don’t know if I can do this, mother,” he confessed, his voice shaking. “I mean, you’re… you’re my mother!”

Saudamini’s eyes filled with sympathy, but she didn’t offer any words of comfort. Instead, she simply nodded, understanding the enormity of the situation.

The room fell silent, the women watching the exchange with keen interest. Some of them began to move closer, their movements slow and deliberate. They knew exactly what was needed to bring the young prince to attention.

One of the women, a curvaceous blonde with large breasts, stepped forward, her cleavage prominently displayed. “Come now, prince darling,” she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed sweetness. “Don’t be shy. We’re all here to help.”

She took Rajasena’s hand, leading him to a nearby pillar. “Let me help you O prince, the essence of a woman’s nectar,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

Another woman, a petite brunette with a sultry smile, joined them, kneeling before Rajasena. She took his limp dick in her hand, after searching it out of the deep folds of his dhoti, stroking him gently. “There, there,” she crooned, her voice soothing. “Just relax and let go, your highness.”

More women joined in, each taking turns stroking and massaging Rajasena’s dick. Some of them whispered dirty words in his ear, their words sending shivers down his spine. Others ran their fingers and lips along his chest, tracing the outline of his muscles sticking with his beautiful sherwani.

After a few minutes, Rajasena felt a stirring in his loins. He looked around, his eyes wide with surprise. The women grinned, their faces glowing with satisfaction.

But the fun was far from over. Several women moved in closer, their mouths descending upon Rajasena’s dick. He gasped as they took turns sucking and licking him, their tongues exploring every inch of his length.

Finally, the woman with the largest breasts, a voluptuous redhead, stepped forward. She let his dick straddle her humongous naked breasts pressed against his chest as she rubbed herself against him. He could feel her wetness through the thin fabric of her skirt, and suddenly, his dick sprang to life with a whiplash twitch.

The room erupted in cheers as the women watched Rajasena grow harder in her cleavage. The queen looked on, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. The women exchanged knowing looks, their faces gleaming with satisfaction.

“Long live, the Prince, hail the Prince” the women chuckled in unison. The big-breasted woman made an orgasmic face as her breasts were bouncing as she moved. “Looks like someone’s ready to play.”

Hi, main Anwar, umar 32, Bangalore se. Meri kahani ka agla part aap sab ke saamne lekar aaya hu. Mujhe umeed hai aap sab ko meri kahani pasand aayegi, aur aap sab log zaroor comments karenge.

Aap sab logon se request hai ki meri dastaan ka ek-ek lafz (words) padhe, kyunki suspense, romance aur maza tabhi aayega. Fast forward mein bilkul na padhe. Ab aage-

Uske baad hamne fresh ho kar nashta kiya. Fir hum ghoomne nikal pade. Raaste mein kayi baar Zoya ne mujhe hontho pe kiss kiya. Uske pati ko jalane ki koi kasar nahi chhodhi usne.

Ye sab dekh kar mujhe gussa aaya, aur maine ek plan banaya ki aaj Zoya ko main aur Shabbir mil kar aise chodenge ki uski chut aur gaand phaad denge. Jab Zoya ek restaurant mein washroom ko gayi. Tab maine Shabbir se apna plan share kiya, ki aaj Zoya ko kaise chodenge.

Mera plan sun kar Shabbir khush hua. Zoya ke aane ke baad hamne lunch order kiya. Lunch khaate samay Zoya meri pant ki zip khol kar mera lauda hatho mein pakad kar hilane lagi. Hum us restaurant mein corner wali jagah par baithe the. Zoya ne Shabbir se kaha-

Zoya: Dekh re hijde, gaandu, dekh tere dost ka lauda hamesha taiyaar rehta hai meri chut ko chodne ke liye. Tu to namard hai. Anwar mera pati namard hai, dalla hai ye mera. Iska bas chale to ye mujhe yahan par hi sab waiters se chudwa dega. Kyun re gaandu, bol karega meri dalali? Aur laude leke aayege meri chut ke liye? Bol kutte.

Usne ‘Kutte’ zor se kaha, ki paas se guzarne waale waiter ne bhi suna. Ye dekh kar maine uska hath mere laude se hata kar, zip laga kar usko kaha-

Me: Zoya, kya ho gaya hai tujhe? Control kar apne aap par.

Zoya ne kaha: Main kya karu Anwar? Mujhe mere pati ne randi bana diya, aur mujhe maza aa raha hai randi ban ke.

Fir maine usko chup karwaya. Lunch karne ke baad hum teeno hotel ko wapas aa gaye. Hotel mein maine Zoya se kaha-

Me: Abhi shaam tak so jao. Aaj raat ko sone nahi milega.

Tab main aur Zoya so gaye, aur Shabbir wahin sofe par so gaya. Shaam ko hum beer laa kar drink karne lage. Maine Shabbir se keh diya tha ki-

Me: Tu bathroom jaa kar hila le. Jab sex karenge tab jaldi out nahi hona hai.

Usne waise hi kiya. Hamari video dekh ke hila liya. Hamare sath Zoya ne bhi drink ki. Drink karte samay hum teeno ne bahut baatein ki. Jaise-jaise nasha chadhne laga, waise hi hamari baaton ka topic change hone laga.

Zoya: Shabbir mere raja, tu hi mera khayaal rakhta hai. Meri chut ke liye toone mast laude ka intezaam kiya. Waah-waah, pati ho to aisa ho, warna na ho.

Shabbir: Tere liye kuch bhi kar sakta hu Zoya.

Me: Haa, mera dost kuch bhi kar sakta hai. Main bhi iski khushi ke liye tujhe chod sakta hu.

Zoya: Asal mein Anwar, jab maine first time tera video dekha, ki kaise tu Ruksaar ko chod raha tha mera naam lekar. Tabhi maine decide kar liya tha ki tujhse zaroor chudwaungi.

Shabbir: Wo video kab dekha tumne?

Zoya: Jab tu smoking karne gaya tha mujhe mobile dekar, tab dekha. Kaise chodta hai na ye harami. Iski randi banne mein maza aa jayega. Tabhi mera mann kiya ki main bhi randi ban ke chudwau. Lekin, Shabbir tu namard hai. Tu mujhe randi bana kar nahi chod sakta. Tu bas mujhe kisi se chudwa sakta hai.

Zoya: Jab main kisi aur se chudwa kar randi banti hu, to tujhe maza aata hai na? Namard, gaandu, kutta hai tu. Jaa teri maa-behan ko bhi tere dost ki randi bana de. Dua dengi tujhe, jab tera dost teri maa-behan ki chut phaadega.

Main ye sab sun kar josh mein aa hi gaya tha. Fauran maine Shabbir ko ishara kiya. Fir main aur Shabbir apne kapde nikaal kar, nange ho kar, uske saamne khade ho gaye.

Shabbir ne uske muh mein lauda ghusaya, aur main uske sar ko pakad kar dhakka diya.

Shabbir ne uske muh ko chodte hue kaha: Haa randi, meri maa kya, meri behan ko bhi randi banaunga. Sab auraton ko chodunga. Mere ghar ki aur tere ghar ki auraton ka dalla bana kar mere dost se chudwaunga. Teri maa ko bhi randi banaunga. Choos mera lauda randi, chinaal, meri biwi raand hai.

Fir main uske muh mein lauda daal kar chodne laga aur kaha: Choos randi. Teri maa bhi teri jaisi randi hai. Main chodunga usko. Uski chut mein hi paani nikalunga. Tu chung mera lauda kutti.

Jab uski saans phoolne lagi, tab jaa kar uspe reham khaa kar chhodh diya. Fir maine usko utha kar uske kapde nikaale. Fir usko nanga karke bistar par ghodi bana kar Shabbir se kaha-

Me: Aaja mere yaar, aaj iski gaand maar kar phaad de.

Zoya: Aa mere namard pati, meri gaand maarne ka dum hai ya nahi tere laude mein? Aa kar bata mujhe ki tu mard ka bachha hai.

Shabbir ne uski gaand mein lauda ghusa kar usko chodte hue kaha: Chinaal, randi, Ruksaar se bhi badi randi nikli tu. Apne hi pati ko namard kehti hai. Chinaal, aaj teri gaand phaad doonga.

Zoya: Yahi to main chaahti hu. Tu mujhe zabardasti chode isliye to kal se tujhe mere paon ke paas sulaya. Tujhe baar-baar namard kaha. Taaki tu teri mardaangi mujhe dikha sake. Tu aur tera dost mil kar, mujh jaisi randi ko chod-chod kar chut ka bhonsda bana de. Chod harami, mere dalle pati. Chod mujhe, meri gaand phaad de.

Me (maine uske muh mein lauda ghusa kar kaha): Haa Shabbir, chod is randi ko. Aaj raat isko chod-chod kar iski chut ka bhonsda banayenge aur iski gaand bhi phaad denge.

Fir maine Shabbir se kaha: Tu iski chut mein lauda ghusa, aur main iski gaand mein ghusaunga.

Fir hum dono ne mil kar uski gaand aur chut maari. Usko hatho mein utha kar peeche se maine gaand mein lauda ghusaya. Saamne se Shabbir chut mein ghusa kar chodne laga. Isi tarah hamne position change karke baari-baari uski gaand aur chut maari. Last mein jab Shabbir ne uski gaand mein apna paani nikala. Tab main bhi Zoya ki gaand mein lauda daal kar mera paani nikalne tak chodne laga. Fir maine mera paani uski gaand mein hi nikala.

Thodi der baad hamne firse drink karke ek aur round sex kiya. Zoya ko hum dono ne mil kar ache se use kiya. Uski chut ko chod-chod kar bhonsda banaya, aur uski gaand maar-maar ke gaand phaad di. Is baar hamne Zoya ko apne pairon ke paas sulaya. Raat bhar wo hum dono ke pair dabate-dabate so gayi.

Subah uth kar hame check-out karna tha 12 baje. Isliye maine aur Shabbir ne Zoya ko utha kar usi bed par apna lauda uske muh mein ghusa-ghusa kar choda, aur apna paani uske muh mein hi nikaal diya. Fir hum teeno wapas Bangalore ko aa gaye.

Fir kya tha, maheene mein ek aadh baar main aur Zoya sex karte. Kabhi-kabhi Shabbir bhi sath mein hota. In dino tum dono (Reshma aur Asma) bhi Bangalore hamare sath rehne aa chuke the. Kuch maheeno baad Shabbir aur Zoya ne bachha karne ka plan kiya to Shabbir aur Zoya ne mujhse mil kar ye baat batayi.

Maine khushi-khushi kaha: Ye hui na baat. Aaj se hi tum aur main sex karna band kar denge.

Pehle apna bachha paida kar lo. Baad mein sochenge ki aage bhi hum sex ka rishta rakhenge ya nahi. Main to apni biwi Ruksaar ke sath khush hu hi.

Us din main dopahar (afternoon) ko hi apne ghar lauta. Maine dekha ki Ruksaar T-shirt aur leggings mein kitchen mein kaam rahi thi. Wo kuch uthane ke liye jhuki, to mujhe uski gaand nazar aayi. Jo uski fatti (tear) leggings se nazar aa rahi thi. Iska matlab usne andar panty nahi pehni thi. Pehle maine tum dono ko dekha ki, tum log kya kar rahe the. Tum dono apne kamre mein so rahe the. So maine chupke se kitchen mein jaa kar peeche se Ruksaar ko gale laga liya.

Usne kaha: Kya hua Anwar? Aaj kya masti chadhi hai tumhe?

Maine kuch nahi kaha, bas mera lauda uski gaand pe dabane laga. Jab usne mehsoos kiya ki mera lauda khada tha, tab usne kaha-

Ruksaar: Anwar jo bhi karna hai raat ko karenge. Abhi bachhiyan ghar mein hai.

Maine kaha: Haa pata hai. Maine dekha wo dono so rahi hai.

Itna keh kar main uske boobs ko dabate hue uski gale pe kiss karne laga. Wo apne aap ko mujhse chhudha kar bhaagne lagi, to maine uski T-shirt pakad kar, apni taraf kheench kar, usko neeche bitha kar, mera lauda pant se baahar nikaal kar, uske muh mein dekar chodne laga.

Thodi der baad usko utha kar peeche ghumaya, aur kitchen ki shelf par jhuka kar, maine uski leggings mein jo phata hua chhed (hole) tha, usko aur phaad kar mera lauda uski chut mein ghusa kar chodna chaalu kiya.

Me: Dheeli chut wali raand. Kahan bhaag rahi hai? Randi hai na tu meri. Jab mera dil karega tab tujhe chodunga, aur tu nakhre kar rahi hai chinaal.

Usne kaha: Main apne kamre mein jaane wali thi Anwar. Wahan araam se karte hai. Yahan bagal ke room mein hi bachhiyan so rahi hai.

Maine bina kuch sune apna lauda uski chut se nikaal kar, uski gaand mein daal kar gaand maarne laga aur kaha-

Me: Mera jahan mann karega wahan chodunga tujhe randi. Teri maa ko bhi aise hi choda hai maine. Tujhe bhi aise hi chodunga. Aur ek din teri betiyon ko bhi meri randi bana kar chodunga. Dono ki chut phaadunga mere laude se.

Fir Ruksaar mujhe wahin zameen par lita kar, mere upar aa kar, mera lauda kabhi uski chut mein, to kabhi uski gaand mein lekar chodne lagi, aur kaha-

Ruksaar: Haa re haraamkhor kutte. Tu jahan chaahe wahan chod le mujhe. Meri maa ko jaise chaahe waise chodna. Meri betiyan jawaan hai. Un dono ki chut mein tera lauda daal kar chut ko phaad dena. Harami apni betiyon ki chut chodega. Kutte, kameene, chod mujhe madarchod, betichod banega haraamzaade.

Uske baad maine uski chut mein hi mera paani nikaal diya. Tum dono ke aane ke baad ki kahani tum dono jaante ho. Kuch maheeno baad tum dono ki shaadi ho gayi aur fir kuch hi pal mein meri Ruksaar bhi mujhe chhodh kar hamesha ke liye chali gayi (Death).

Fir main apne bhai ke ghar mein rehna laga. Maine Shabbir ko bhi contact nahi kiya. Warna wo baat ho jati, ki meri biwi Ruksaar ke marne par main uski biwi Zoya ke sath sex karna chaahta hu.

Kuch maheeno tak bahut tanhayi feel hui. Fir tum dono ne mujhe phone karke yahan bula liya. To Reshma aur Asma ye rahi meri dastaan. Meri kahani sun kar un dono ne kaha aap to bade haraami ho… to be continued….

Apne feedbacks aur gande waale comments zaroor dena [email protected] par.

We matched on Tinder. Aisha Khan. She did not have any pictures on the profile, though. I don’t remember who texted first. But I do remember telling her every truth about me being married. Usually other girls would block you out after you tell them you are married.

There was serious tension right from the beginning. I was not in my hometown when we started talking. I told her that me and my wife are trying to experiment with sex and stuff. She was super supportive, and she said we were a super cool couple.

Since I was out of town, I let my wife know about this. I asked her permission to create a group where all 3 of us could talk. She was positive, too. And this is how it all started.

I created a group and named it ‘XXX’. We started to chat but my wife was slow at chatting. She would sometimes not look at the messages for days or hours after being delivered. They would even send videos and photos of their numbers and not let me know about it.

It was awesome. We were open and trying to do something new for the first time. We decided to see each other at a restaurant for beer. So we met at a local pub but had to relocate to another restaurant. Aisha did not like beer and only vodka. It was our first meeting.

It was a little awkward and a little exciting. After we moved to a restaurant, we went to a big room as all the other tables were occupied. We started introducing ourselves. We didn’t actually talk about anything sexual, just normal talk.

My wife had an athletic body with petite boobs and a curvy ass. Aisha was a plus size, huge enormous bust and ass that would be difficult to fit in small chairs. She was wearing a hijab, and I could yet figure all this out. She had a kurta on, and her curves were showing off.

We had a good, normal talk and our side of how we wanted to experiment. After a few hours of talk, we bid goodbye and departed our ways. Now, we were quite familiar with chatting in the group. So we would often talk about when to meet and where to meet.

Finally, a date was set up. I guess it was a Saturday. We would go to the outskirts of the city, book a room and enjoy there. That was the plan. But when we went to pick her up, she asked us to wait in her apartment for some time as she was getting ready.

We went to her apartment and sat down. She offered us some drinks, and we were chilling in the room. After a while, she asked if we really had to get a hotel room. Or we could spend the afternoon there because her place was empty for another 4-5 hours.

For us also it was much better to stay at their place, and hence we agreed to her proposal. She excused herself and went to take a shower. In the meantime, we were kissing. She came out of the shower wrapped in a towel and gave us a sexy look on her way to her room.

She took a while and came up dressed in a suit, looking sexy with her curves. Now, we are discussing how we should start. I was asking them to kiss, and it was quite awkward. We were neither tipsy nor drunk, and it was stark daylight outside.

So the ladies proposed that they would go to her room, and I was to join after some time. So, as planned, the ladies went to the room inside and I was there waiting outside of her room. Now I was in a great dilemma to enter the room.

Would it be too soon to enter, or would it be too late so that I would miss some action? I had to go in at the exact moment. I waited outside for 3-4 minutes. I guess that was it at max, and trust me. It was a very slow time. Slowly, I went towards the door, and it was not locked.

I opened it a little bit, and wow, what a view! I saw the ladies were making out, and my wife was already half-naked. They were into each other intensely. I just took out my phone and kept filming them for a while. It was an amazing sight. I didn’t let the ladies know that I was watching them.

Aisha slowly undressed my wife. She was almost naked, while Aisha had her trousers as it is. Her upper body and the huge boobs she had were completely out. Right now, even while writing this scene, it is so clear in my head what a scene it was.

I stood at the door, making the video for a while and playing with my dick still inside the pants. Aisha was giving a nice pleasure to my wife. She was licking her with her underwear still on. I went inside the room. At that moment, I saw my wife moaning with her eyes closed.

I was very confused now about what I should be doing. My wife was lying almost naked in the bed Aisha was licking her. I did not know what to do next. I went behind Aisha. What an ass was in front of me still she had trousers on. I put my hands on her butt.

I felt like my hands were like a baby’s hands compared to her huge ass. No matter how much I moved my hand, it still seemed I had covered nothing. I removed my Jeans and again came back to the same position. My wife had also, by now noticed that I was inside the room and had my pants down.

I was again playing with Aisha’s huge ass. Then she was trying to remove my wife’s underwear, and with full cooperation from my wife, she did it with ease. Then the way she was eating my wife’s pussy was literally amazing. I continued to play with huge ass.

Then I tried removing her trousers, which was not that difficult at all. I pulled it down to her knees. Wow, a nice ass covered by maroon-coloured underwear. In the next go, I pulled down the underwear up to her knees. She was also stark naked. I further pulled her clothes away from her knees and off her body.

Now I was playing with her naked butt. I couldn’t control myself. I just removed my boxers, and my dick stood saluting her ass in front of me. I just put my dick inside her. I really can’t say how deep I was into her because of her huge ass. My 6” dick seemed to be too small while fucking her doggy style.

I don’t even know if my wife noticed that I was fucking her in doggy style. The girls were busy with themself, so I did not know what to do next. I went towards my wife and kissed her. I was feeling her boobs, and then when I looked down, I saw those huge melons of Aisha.

She had lovely boobs, and those were quite big. I wanted to eat them. I went a little down, feeling my wife’s boobs towards Aisha. Once I had my hand in reach of those amazing boobs, I went to grab them. I was grabbing with one hand my wife’s boobs and with other Aisha’s huge boobs.

I was again like, what should I do further? I slowly pulled Aisha upwards, and then she started eating my wife’s boobs while I started to eat Aisha’s boobs. After a while of this, I stood up in front of my wife with my dick. She started sucking my dick like a lollipop while her pussy was being eaten by Aisha.

I actually don’t remember everything sequentially. But there was a lot of boob feeling. I don’t think I kissed Aisha. But I am pretty sure the girls were kissing each other passionately whenever they could.  I remember going behind Aisha. I tried to eat her pussy.

However due to the position of how everything was placed, it was not so easy to do so. Then, we changed positions. Aisha was lying in the bed. My wife kissed and played with her boobs for a while. Then she went and sat on Aisha’s face and made her eat her pussy.

I now had good access to eat Aisha’s pussy and was eating for quite a time. As I say again, I tried to remember every detail. But it is quite not so easy as everything that happened was about a year ago. I was standing, and then my wife was sucking my dick while Aisha was eating her.

This has always been a dream position for me, and wow, it was amazing. After a while, both the ladies were on their knees. They were both taking my dick in turns. I would also say this would be every man’s dream. My transitions are getting very bad because I actually don’t remember the sequence.

I remember the moments, but in what sequence is a very blurry thing. I remember I was fucking my wife in missionary while Aisha was eating my wife’s boobs. Then, my wife rode me until she had an orgasm. Then, finally, it was Aisha’s turn to enjoy me completely.

She had already had a taste of me when I fucked her doggy in the beginning. I asked her to lay flat on the bed so that I could fuck her missionary. I fucked her in missionary for a while while my wife was recovering from her orgasm. Next, Aisha requested me to lie down on the floor so that she could ride me.

I laid down on the floor, and then she came down and started sucking my dick really hard. My wife was making a video of everything going on. After a while, Aisha started riding on my dick. While she was fucking my brains out, I asked my wife to come and sit on my face so that I could lick her.

I licked her for 4 or 5 minutes, maybe. Then, I was also a bit tired. She went to bed, took our sex toy and started playing with it while Aisha was riding me. After a while, we changed the position, and I wanted to fuck her doggy style.

We were still on the floor. We repositioned ourselves beside my wife on the bed. Then I started fucking her doggy for a while. I fucked her until I had left no energy in me. Then we decided to take some rest. We talked for a while about the experience and all.

After a few minutes, Aisha again came to suck me and make me hard. We again continued fucking while my wife was enjoying herself with the sex toy. I ultimately gave up and cum on Aisha’s back. I wanted to put it all in her mouth. I couldn’t do so because I cum without any warning.

After the mess, I first went to the toilet to clean up. Then, the ladies followed one after another. After that, we dressed up and came out in the living room. Aisha said that she loved the experience and would love to see us again sometime later.

It’s been a year now since this happened. But since I am mostly out of my hometown, everything is not as easy. Also, with a growing child, everything becomes difficult. We still talk and plan on meeting soon in the coming days. All this is a true story. I hope you guys will enjoy and like the story.

Hello everyone, hope you remember me. I am Rohit, and you should remember my Mom, Sujata, too. She is 38 years old and with a sexy slutty figure of 34D-30-36. We have been fucking each other since a burning desire of lust sparked between us.

In the previous part, you read how I made my Mom give me a blowjob while going to my friend’s shop to buy some new bras for her. I made her wear a kurti which is light blue, and matching leggings.

With all the blowjob and rubbing my dick over her pussy. My Mom was in the mood as well. But she couldn’t dare to get fucked in the open place beside the road. So, by the time we reached, Vikas was waiting for us. When I asked him about the employees he said they were all gone and he was waiting for us.

I introduced him to my Mom, saying, “Mom, this is my friend Vikas, and he owns this shop. He will help you with purchasing the new bras as he is an expert in selecting the perfect bra for women. Some of my classmates come here just because he is an expert in it.”

My Mom felt a little uncomfortable when I said that. But Vikas’s face lit up as I had given a great intro to him. He extended his hand forward to my Mom and said, “It’s nothing, Aunty. I was helping my dad from childhood. I had little experience in this field. That’s nothing great about it.”

Let me tell you how Vikas looks. He has got some great height as he is around 5.9 and has an equally built body with a beard. Which gives him a little rough look, and he is the dominant one. He is a gang leader for our gang too.

They shake their hands. Then Vikas asked my Mom, “Aunty, if you can join me, let us select the best bra for you”, with a pleasing smile on his face. My Mom smiled back and started to follow me.

I also began to tag along when Vikas turned back. He said, “Bro, you please stay here only because aunt might be uncomfortable to tell what she exactly wants if you are with her. You are just like any other customer, and customer satisfaction is our priority. So please stay here, and you have the system over there. Browse some stuff, play some games or watch a movie, anything you want.”

I told him, “That’s fine, bro. No need to act that professionally. I know you want to spend some time with my Mom alone.” I winked at him, saying those words as we discussed our Mom’s the other day. My Mom was surprised as she didn’t know what was happening.

But Vikas replied, “Come on, bro, she is the best among all our Moms, so obviously, I want to spend some time. But now she is my other customer, yet I may treat her specially.” He blushed, saying those words. My Mom looked at both of us, confused.

She asked me with her eyes what was going on. I just waved my hand telling her not to worry and finish the shopping fast. As they went in, I sat at the system and browsed through the internet for some time. As it got boring, I casually clicked on the icon that was on the taskbar.

A screen popped up, and I saw my Mom sitting on the table nude. While Vikas was on his knees licking her pussy. My Mom placed her hand on his head and was pushing his head over her pussy. But she was moaning, “Aah, Vikas. You cannot do this. You are my son’s friend. So you are son to me as well.”

But Vikas didn’t stop, and he inserted his finger too into her pussy without stopping licking. I then noticed the time, and it was 45 minutess passed from the time they went in. So, I moved the recording back to see what had happened in these 45 minutes.

45 minutes back:

They both walked into the room. Vikas showed my Mom the collection of bras that are hanging around and placed beautifully on the three sides of the wall. There was a small table in the room and shelves on the lower half of the wall where the stock was kept.

I could see Vikas scanning my Mom from top to bottom. In the legging, her thigh shape is clearly visible, along with the black thong that she wore inside. He adjusted his dick, as it was hard by now.

He then cleared his throat and said, “Aunty, can you remove the dupatta so I can know which size suits you the best?” My Mom was taken aback by the sudden request from him. The dupatta was covering her boobs, and she knew if she removed it, her nipples would be visible to him.

Remember, I sucked her boobs on our way, and she wore the dress on the wet boob, making it stick to her boobs. Her dress material is also so thin that one can clearly see her boobs if she doesn’t cover them. That’s why my Mom hesitated to remove it.

My Mom said, “It’s 32C. Show the different types of semi-padded bras of that size.” But Vikas said, “I don’t think so, Aunty. Looking at them, I guess they should be 34B.” My Mom adjusted her dupatta, listening to his words and said, “It’s fine. Show me the one that I asked for.”

Vikas brought some bras of size 32C and showed them to my Mom. She selected 2 of them and went into the trial room. She came out after 5 minutes and said, “These don’t fit. Maybe I should try some bigger ones.”

She had her head down in shyness as she said those words. Vikas went closer to my Mom and raised her head, placing his hand under her chin.

Looking into her eyes, he said, “Look, Aunty, do not consider me as your son’s friend. Consider me as a shopkeeper who is trying to sell the bra’s that’s it. Feel comfortable and let me give you the correct size for you.”

Standing closer to her, he said, “Let me look at them once to get you the correct size.” Before my Mom could respond, he pulled her dupatta down and threw it on the table. He looked at her boobs, and his eyes were wide open looking at them.

My Mom’s black nipples were clearly visible through her dress as they were hard, too. It might be due to the air conditioning in the room. Vikas was looking at them with lust, and the dick formed a shape which was clearly visible to my Mom.

Not sure if the size of his dick visible through his pants made her horny or not. But I heard my Mom asking him, “What would be the size?” Vikas came to this world and asked, “What, Aunty?” My Mom was trying to cover her nipples with her hands.

She asked him again, “What do you think the size would be?” He asked her to remove her hands so he could get the size correctly. Once my Mom brought her hands down, he moved two steps back and started to stare at her boobs.

Vikas was looking at my Mom’s boobs with his hand on his chin. Making it look like he is guessing the size. He all of a sudden said, “They are 34, Aunty, for sure.” But my Mom was surprised and said, “No, they couldn’t be that big at all.”

Vikas came closer to my Mom and placed his hand on her shoulders. He said, “Look, aunt, I know it’s hard to believe as we don’t know when our body gets bigger. But to be frank, I would say the current size of your boobs suits you best for your sexy figure. Sorry, I just told the fact.”

My Mom blushed, listening to his words. He took a bra from the cupboard, handed it over to her, and asked her to try. Mom took the bra from his hands and went inside the trial room to check if they fit her.

Stay tuned to know how Vikas kept on handing over the wrong size bras for my Mom. Till she agreed to let him measure her boobs for the correct size. Once Vikas started to measure how he seduced my Mom and fucked her. It will be narrated in the next part.

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