Author: admin

The air in the Starbucks was thick with the aroma of coffee beans, but it wasn’t the scent that caught my attention. It was her. Owi, my best friend’s daughter, sat alone at a corner table. Her usual radiant smile was nowhere to be found. Instead, her brow was furrowed, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Something was off. I was about to approach her when a young man appeared out of nowhere. He slid into the seat across from her, his body language immediately possessive. He reached across the table, his fingers brushing against hers, and she didn’t pull away.

My stomach tightened. Who the hell is this guy? I couldn’t help myself. I pulled out my phone and snapped a few pictures—subtle, discreet. My rational mind screamed at me to stop. But the creeping, jealous part of me wanted to see where this was going.

They lingered for a while. She laughed nervously as he sipped his latte, His hand resting on her arm, caressing it in a way that made my jaw clench.

This is wrong, I thought. She’s too young, too naive. What if he’s—

But before I could finish the thought, they stood up and left the café. My feet moved before my brain could catch up. I followed them, keeping a safe distance. They wandered into Westside, a clothing store. My curiosity peaked when the guy grabbed a handful of clothes off the rack.

He headed toward the trial rooms. Owi hesitated, glancing around nervously, but she followed him anyway. My heart pounded as I snapped another picture of them disappearing into the dressing room together. My chest tightened. What are they doing in there?

I waited a beat, then another, before I made my move. I knocked at the door—hard, sharp, and unrelenting. The door cracked open slightly, and the guy’s face flushed with irritation. “What the hell, man? Can’t you see it’s occupied?” he barked.

I didn’t give him a chance to say more. I shoved the door open and stepped inside. Owi was standing there, her dress slightly askew, her cheeks crimson. The guy glared at me, but I didn’t care. In one swift motion, I slapped him across the face, the sound echoing in the small space.

“This is a trial room,” I snapped, my voice low and dangerous. “Not your damn bedroom.” I turned to Owi, my tone softening but still laced with authority. “Owi, what the hell are you thinking? This is risky. What if someone else had walked in? What if security caught you two?”

She looked down, her hands trembling. The guy stammered something unintelligible, but I cut him off. “Both of you, meet me in the parking lot. My car. Now.” I didn’t give them a chance to argue.

I waited by my car, my arms crossed, my mind racing. What the hell was I doing? This wasn’t my place. I wasn’t her father. But the thought of someone taking advantage of her made my blood boil.

They arrived a few minutes later, the guy looking sheepish, Owi still avoiding my gaze. “Relax,” I said, trying to ease the tension. “I’m taking you to my house. We need to talk.” The guy mumbled something about his bike, and I gestured for him to follow us.

The drive was silent, the weight of what had just happened hanging heavy in the air. When we arrived at my house, I led them inside, my mind still racing. I didn’t know where this was going, but I knew one thing. I wasn’t letting her out of my sight. Not until I figured out what the hell was going on.

The tension in the room was palpable as we sat down in the living room. Owi fidgeted with the hem of her dress, her eyes darting around the room but never landing on mine. The guy—what was his name? I hadn’t even asked—sat stiffly, his hands clenched into fists on his knees.

“So,” I began, my voice calm but firm. “Who wants to start explaining?”

For a moment, no one spoke. Then, Owi let out a shaky breath. “It’s not what you think,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “We weren’t doing anything wrong.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Really? Because from where I was standing, it looked like you two were about three seconds away from getting kicked out of that store.”

The guy—let’s call him him for now—cleared his throat. “Look, man, it’s none of your business. Owi’s an adult. She can make her own choices.”

I leaned forward, my eyes narrowing. “Here’s the thing: Owi is an adult. But she’s also my goddaughter. And if I think someone’s taking advantage of her, you better believe I’m going to make it my business.”

Owi’s face flushed, her hands gripping the edge of the couch. “He’s not taking advantage of me,” she said, trembling. “I… I wanted to…”

Her words trailed off, and I could see the conflict in her eyes. She was torn, unsure of herself, unsure of him. I softened my tone, reaching out to place a hand on her knee. “Owi, you don’t have to be afraid to talk to me. Whatever’s going on, we can figure it out.”

She looked up at me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I just… I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to say no, but I didn’t know how to say yes.”

My heart ached for her. She was so young, so inexperienced. And this guy was pushing her into something she wasn’t ready for. I turned to him, my voice cold. “You. Out. Now.”

He hesitated, his eyes narrowing. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

I stood up, my voice rising. “I’m the guy who’s about to throw you out the door if you don’t leave on your own. Now get the hell out of my house.”

He shot Owi a look—part pleading, part frustration—before storming out, slamming the door behind him. The silence that followed was deafening. Owi sat there, her shoulders hunched, her hands clenched in her lap.

“Owi,” I said softly, sitting down beside her. “Talk to me.”

She exhaled shakily, her eyes meeting mine. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” she admitted. “I thought I was ready, but… I’m not. I just didn’t know how to tell him.”

I nodded, understanding her confusion. “It’s okay not to be ready. And it’s okay to say no. You don’t owe anyone anything, okay?”

She nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks. I pulled her into a hug, feeling her tremble against me. For a long moment, we just sat there, the weight of the unspoken words hanging between us.

And then, as if sensing the shift in the air, Owi looked up at me, her eyes searching mine. “Do you… do you think I’m pretty?”

The question caught me off guard, but I answered without hesitation. “Of course I do. You’re beautiful, Owi. Inside and out.”

She bit her lip, her gaze dropping to my lips. “Then… would you… show me? Show me what it’s supposed to feel like?”

My breath caught in my throat. “Owi, I…”

Before I could finish, she leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a tentative kiss. It was soft and hesitant, but there was no denying the heat that sparked between us.

I should have pulled away. I should have stopped this before it went any further. But the moment her lips touched mine, all rational thought flew out the window. I kissed her back, cupping her cheek as I deepened the kiss. Her breath hitched, her hands clutching at my shirt as she pressed herself against me.

The chemistry between us was undeniable, the tension that had been building between us finally boiling over. My heart pounded in my chest. I pulled her closer, my tongue slipping into her mouth as she moaned softly against me.

This is wrong, a small voice in the back of my mind whispered. She’s your goddaughter. She’s too young. But for the first time in my life, I didn’t care. I just wanted her, wanted to feel her against me. I wanted to give her the experience she’d been searching for.

I pulled back slightly, my breathing ragged as I looked into her eyes. “Are you sure about this?” I asked, my voice husky.

She nodded, her eyes filled with desire. “I’m sure.”

And with that, the last shred of restraint I had snapped. I kissed her again, harder this time. My hands roamed over her body as she melted against me. Her skin was soft, her curves perfect, and the way she responded to my touch. It was intoxicating.

I slipped my hand under her dress, my fingers brushing against the lace of her underwear. She gasped, her hips bucking against my hand as I teased her through the fabric. “Do you like that?” I murmured against her lips.

She nodded, her breath coming in short, shallow pants. “Yes…”

And then, just as I was about to slip my fingers inside her, I paused, looking into her eyes. “Owi, are you sure—”

“I’m sure,” she interrupted, her voice firm. “I want this. I want you.”

I pulled my hand back, my fingers still tingling from the heat of her body. Owi’s eyes were wide, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. She looked at me with vulnerability and desire, her lips slightly parted. She was waiting, trusting me to guide her through this.

“Owi,” I said softly, my voice thick with need. “Are you sure? This isn’t something we can take back.”

She nodded, her hands trembling as she reached for the hem of her dress. “I’m sure, daddy. I want you to teach me. Show me what real pleasure feels like.”

Her words sent a jolt of heat through me. I watched as she slowly lifted the dress over her head, revealing her lithe, beautiful body. The dim light of the room caught the curve of her shoulders, the softness of her stomach, and the gentle swell of her breasts.

She stood there, completely bare except for her pantie. I could feel the intensity of her gaze on me. I took a step closer, my hands reaching to cup her face. Her skin was warm. Her cheeks flushed with anticipation. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, my thumb brushing over her bottom lip.

She leaned into my touch, her breath hitching as I leaned in to kiss her. Our lips met in a slow, tender kiss that quickly deepened. Her hands found their way to my chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt. I could feel her heartbeat racing, her body trembling with need.

I broke the kiss, my hands sliding down to her waist. “Let me take care of you,” I murmured, my voice low and rough. She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. I slipped my fingers under the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs.

She stepped out of them, her body now completely exposed to me. I could see the faint blush spreading across her chest, her nipples hardening under my gaze. I knelt in front of her, my hands gripping her hips. “Relax,” I said softly, my lips brushing against the inside of her thigh.

She let out a soft whimper, her hands reaching to steady herself on my shoulders. I kissed my way up her thigh, my tongue tracing a path towards her core. She was trembling, her breath coming in short, shallow pants.

When my lips finally met her pussy, she let out a gasp, her fingers tightening on my shoulders. I could feel her wetness, the heat of her arousal, as I slowly licked her. She moaned, her hips bucking against my mouth.

“Daddy!” she cried, her voice trembling with pleasure.

I continued to lick her, my tongue circling her clit as I slipped a finger inside her. She was tight, her walls clenching around my finger as I pressed deeper. Her moans grew louder, her body writhing with pleasure.

“You like that?” I murmured against her pussy, my breath hot against her sensitive skin.

“Yes…!” she gasped, her hips grinding against my mouth. “Don’t stop, daddy… please don’t stop…”

I added another finger, my hand moving in rhythm with my tongue. She was close, her body tensing as she neared the edge. I could feel her trembling, her moans growing more desperate.

“Come for me, Owi,” I whispered, my tongue flicking her clit.

She let out a cry, her body shuddering as she came. Her legs gave out, and I caught her, lifting her into my arms. She was light, her body fitting perfectly against mine. I carried her to the bed, laying her down gently.

She looked up at me, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “That was… amazing,” she whispered, her voice soft and breathless.

I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “That was just the beginning.”

I leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. My hands roamed over her body, tracing the curve of her waist and the softness of her thighs. She moaned into the kiss, her hands gripping my shoulders.

“I want more,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “I want you, daddy…”

I kissed her again, my hand sliding between her legs. She was still wet, her body still trembling from her orgasm. I teased her, my fingers circling her clit as I kissed her neck.

“Patience, Owi,” I murmured against her skin. “The best is yet to come.”

She moaned, her hips bucking against my hand. “I can’t wait… please, daddy… I need you…”

I kissed her again, my hand moving lower, sliding a finger inside her. She gasped, her body arching against mine. I added another finger, my thumb pressing against her pussy. She moaned, her hands clutching at the sheets.

“You’re so tight,” I whispered, my fingers moving inside her. “So perfect…”

“Daddy!” she cried out, her body trembling with pleasure. “I’m… I’m going to…”

I moved my fingers faster, my thumb rubbing her clit in tight circles. She came with a cry, her body shuddering as she clung to me. I kissed her, my fingers slowing as she rode out her orgasm.

When she finally relaxed, I pulled my fingers from her, kissing her softly. “You’re amazing,” I whispered, my voice thick with need.

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with desire. “I want more,” she murmured, her hands reaching for my belt. “I want all of you…”

I let out a low growl, my body aching with need. “Are you sure?”

Her eyes met mine, filled with determination. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

I hesitated for a moment, my hand cupping her face. “If we do this, there’s no turning back.”

She nodded, her fingers fumbling with my belt. “I know, daddy. I want this. I want you.”

I watched as she unbuckled my belt, her hands trembling with need. She pulled my pants down, her eyes widening as she saw the length of my cock. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around me, and I let out a low groan.

“You’re so big…,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe.

I groaned, my hips bucking against her hand. “You’re so tight, Owi. Are you sure you can take me?”

She nodded, her hand moving up and down my shaft. “I want to try, Daddy. I want to feel you inside me.”

I leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. “Alright,” I murmured against her lips. “But we’ll take it slow.”

She nodded, her hand still gripping me. I reached between her legs, my fingers sliding inside her once more. She moaned, her hips bucking against my hand. I kissed her neck, my fingers moving in and out of her, preparing her for what was to come.

“You’re so wet,” I whispered, my voice rough with need. “So ready for me.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she gasped, her body trembling with pleasure. “Please… I need you…”

I pulled my fingers from her, positioning myself at her entrance. I looked into her eyes, my hand cupping her face. “Are you ready?”

She nodded, her eyes filled with trust. “I’m ready, daddy.”

I pushed into her slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. She gasped, her body tensing as I filled her. I paused, giving her time to adjust.

“Relax, Owi,” I murmured, my voice soft and reassuring. “Just breathe.”

She nodded, her body slowly relaxing around me. I pushed deeper, groaning as her tightness enveloped me. She moaned, her hands gripping my shoulders.

“Daddy…,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It’s… it’s so much…”

I kissed her, my hips moving slowly inside her. “You’re doing so well, Owi. Just relax and let me take care of you.”

She nodded, her body slowly relaxing as I began to move. I started with slow, deep thrusts, watching her face as her pleasure built. She moaned, her hips rocking against mine.

“That’s it,” I whispered, my voice rough with need. “You feel so good, Owi. So fucking tight…”

She moaned, her hands clutching at my shoulders. “Daddy… it feels so good… please, don’t stop…”

I groaned, my hips moving faster as her body began to respond. She was so tight, so warm, and I could feel her body beginning to tremble with pleasure. I reached between us, my thumb pressing against her clit, and she cried out, her body arching against the bed.

“Daddy… I’m going to cum!” she gasped, her body tensing as she neared the edge.

“Cum for me, Owi,” I growled, my hips slamming into her. “Let go…”

She cried out, her body shuddering as she came. I could feel her walls clenching around me, her pleasure pulling me closer to the edge. I groaned, my hips moving faster as I chased my release.

“Owi… I’m close…,” I gasped, my body trembling with the effort to hold back.

“Come inside me, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice soft and pleading.

I groaned, my body finally giving in. I thrust into her one last time, my hips jerking as I came deep inside her. She moaned, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

We stayed like that for a moment. Our bodies still joined as we caught our breath. I leaned down, capturing her lips in a soft, tender kiss.

“You were amazing,” I whispered, my voice filled with awe.

She smiled, her eyes filled with contentment. “Thank you, Daddy. For everything.”

I kissed her again, my heart swelling with a mix of emotions I wasn’t quite ready to acknowledge.

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Ria’s inbox was a graveyard of unread messages. But one subject line stood out like a beacon: Arnav’s Challenge. Her heart raced as she clicked it open, her fingers trembling slightly.

She’d read about him—Arnav, the man who could unravel a woman with just his words. His story had left her breathless, her dripping wet pussy aching for more. Now, here he was, emailing her. Her pulse quickened as she read his message.

“Ria, I know what you want. But I’m not for the faint of heart. I have one condition: loyalty. Can you handle that?”

Her cheeks flushed. Loyalty? That was a hard pill to swallow. Ria wasn’t just horny. She was a self-confessed slut, addicted to the thrill of letting go, of being controlled.

Arnav’s condition felt like a cage. But the thought of him—his voice, his dominance—made her pussy throb. She typed back quickly, her thoughts spilling out faster than she could process.

“Make me cum twice in this chat, and I’ll give it a try.”

The reply came almost instantly.

“Bold. I like that. Let’s see if you can handle me.”

Ria’s breath hitched. She leaned back in her chair, her hand instinctively slipping beneath her skirt. She was already wet, her pussy begging for attention. Arnav’s next message appeared, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

“Tell me, Ria… what drives you? What makes you whimper? Is it the thought of my cock stretching you? Or maybe you’re the kind of bitch who craves more… something dirtier.”

Her fingers moved on their own, tracing circles around her pussy. She typed quickly, her words barely coherent.

“I want it all… your cock… your spanking… your abusive talks… Make me scream, Arnav.”

His reply was sharp, commanding.

“Good girl. But I’m in control now. You’ll take what I give you. Start by licking your armpit. Taste your desperation, Ria. I want to hear every detail.”

Her eyes widened. Armpit licking? It was wild, filthy, and exactly the kind of thing that turned her on. She hesitated for a moment, then obeyed. The taste of her sweat was intoxicating. She moaned softly, her nipples stiffening under her shirt.

“I’m doing it… it’s… hot…”

Arnav’s response was immediate.

“Good. Now, tell me… are you dripping wet for me yet?”

She was. Her pussy was soaked, her precum staining her panties. She couldn’t help herself—she slid a finger inside, gasping as she typed.

“Yes… I’m so wet… I need you, Arnav.”

He didn’t let up.

“Not yet. Bend over your desk, Ria. Spread your asshole for me. Lick it. Show me how much of a dirty slut you are.”

Her cheeks burned, but she obeyed. The sensation was electric, her body trembling as she licked herself. She moaned into her desk, her cock sucking fantasies spiralling out of control. She typed through the haze of pleasure.

“I’m doing it… I’m so close…”

Arnav’s words were harsh unforgiving.

“Not yet. You’ll cum when I say you can. Squeeze your nipples, Ria. Bite your cleavage. Make yourself scream.”

She did. Her teeth sank into her soft flesh, her fingers pinching her nipples until she cried out. Her pussy was on fire, her body writhing as she edged closer to the brink. Arnav’s next message pushed her over.

“Now cum for me, Ria. Be my good little bitch.”

Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. She clamped her thighs together, her pussy convulsing as she came hard. She gasped for air, her fingers still trembling as she typed.

“Fuck… I cum so hard…”

Arnav’s reply was smug.

“That’s one. But I’m not done with you yet. Strip, Ria. Show me that dripping wet pussy of yours.”

She hesitated, but only for a moment. She stood, shedding her clothes until she was completely bare. She snapped a photo, her pussy glistening with arousal. She sent it, her heart pounding in her chest.

Arnav’s response was immediate.

“Beautiful. Now, play with your belly button. I want to see you squirm.”

She obeyed, her fingers tracing circles around her navel. The sensation was strange but arousing. Her body responded instantly. She moaned softly, her pussy aching for more.

“I’m playing with it… it’s so sensitive…”

Arnav didn’t let up.

“Good. Now, imagine me choking you, Ria. My cock is buried deep in your pussy as I take you from behind. Tell me how it feels.”

She closed her eyes, her imagination running wild. She could almost feel his hands around her neck, his cock pounding into her. Her breath came in short gasps as she typed.

“It feels… amazing… I’m so close again…”

Arnav’s words were a command.

“Cum for me, Ria. Be my dirty little slut one more time.”

Her body obeyed. Her pussy clenched as her second orgasm ripped through her, more intense than the first. She collapsed onto the bed, her body trembling as she typed.

“Fuck… I cum again…”

Arnav’s reply was simple, but it sent a thrill through her.

“Good girl. Now, let’s see if you can keep your word. Loyalty, Ria. That’s what I demand.”

Her heart raced. Could she do it? Could she give herself to him completely? The thought was terrifying but also exhilarating. She typed quickly, her resolve firm.

“I’ll try… but only if you promise to keep challenging me.”

Arnav’s response was swift, his words dripping with promise.

“Oh, I’ll challenge you, Ria. Every. Single. Day. Now, let’s talk about pegging…”_

Ria’s fingers trembled as she stood in front of the hotel room door, her breath shallow. The white kurti clung to her curves, the blue jeans hugging her hips just enough to make her feel exposed. She had come prepared, her dripping wet pussy betraying the calm exterior she was trying to maintain.

The message from Arnav was simple, ‘Room 304. Don’t keep me waiting.’ She raised her hand to knock. But before her knuckles could meet the wood, the door swung open. Arnav stood there, his towering frame filling the doorway.

His piercing blue eyes locked onto hers, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. He was even more intimidating in person. His sharp jawline, the wolf tattoo peeking out from beneath his fitted shirt. The way his lips curled into a smirk was all too much.

“You’re late,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

“I—I’m sorry,” Ria stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You’ll be sorry by the time I’m done with you,” he replied, stepping aside to let her in. The door closed behind her with a soft click, and suddenly, the room felt smaller, the air thicker.

Arnav circled her like a predator sizing up its prey. Ria could feel his gaze on her, taking every inch of her body. She stood still, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Ria hesitated for a moment, then slowly began to unbutton her kurti. Her hands shook as she slid the fabric off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. She stood before him in just her bra and jeans, her skin glowing under the room’s soft light.

“All of it,” Arnav growled, his eyes darkening with desire.

Ria’s breath hitched as she unzipped her jeans and stepped out. She stood there, completely exposed, her body trembling with anticipation.

“Good girl,” Arnav murmured, his voice laced with approval. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of her waist. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”

Ria’s cheeks flushed at the compliment, but she didn’t have time to respond before Arnav’s hand moved to the back of her neck, gripping her firmly. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

“Now, let’s see how loyal you are.”

Before she could process his words, Arnav spun her around and pushed her against the wall, her face pressed into the cool surface. She gasped, her body arching instinctively as she felt his cock pressing against her ass.

“You’re mine now, Ria,” he whispered, his voice dripping with dominance. “Mine to control, mine to use, mine to break.”

She could feel his breath on her neck, his lips trailing to her shoulder. His teeth grazed her skin, and she let out a soft moan, her body responding to his touch.

“Yes, master,” she whispered, her voice trembling with submission.

Arnav’s hand moved to her ass, giving it a sharp spank that made her gasp. “Louder. I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes, master!” Ria cried out, her voice filled with desire.

He chuckled darkly, his hand moving to grip her hair. “Good. Now, kneel.”

Ria obeyed without hesitation, sinking to her knees in front of him. Her hands trembled as she reached for his belt, her eyes locked on his as she undid his pants. She could feel the heat radiating from his cock, the sight of it making her mouth water.

“Take it in your mouth,” Arnav commanded, his voice low and rough.

Ria hesitated for just a moment before leaning forward, her lips wrapping around the tip of his cock. She moaned softly as she tasted the precum, her tongue swirling around him as she took him deeper into her mouth.

“That’s it, bitch,” Arnav growled, his hand tightening in her hair. “Suck it like the slut you are.”

Ria obeyed eagerly, her head bobbing up and down as she took him deeper, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony. She could feel him growing harder in her mouth, and the thought of him losing control made her moan around him.

“Fuck,” Arnav muttered, his hips thrusting forward as he held her head in place. “You’re such a cock-hungry slut, aren’t you?”

Ria’s moan was muffled by his cock, her body trembling with need as she continued to suck him. She could feel her dripping wet pussy throbbing with desire, the thought of Arnav’s dominance driving her wild.

“Enough,” Arnav said suddenly, pulling her head back. Ria looked up at him, her lips swollen, her eyes filled with desire. “Stand up.”

She obeyed, her legs trembling as she rose to her feet. Arnav wasted no time, spinning her around and bending her over the bed. She could feel the heat radiating from his body as he pressed against her, his cock sliding between her thighs.

“You’re going to take me, Ria,” he growled in her ear. “Every. Single. Inch.”

Ria’s breath hitched as she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her pussy. She let out a soft moan as he pushed inside her, the sensation overwhelming. He was larger than she had imagined, and she could feel every inch of him stretching her as he thrust deeper.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Arnav muttered, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her. “You’re my slut now, Ria. Mine to fuck, mine to use.”

Ria’s moans filled the room as Arnav’s thrusts grew harder, his cock hitting all the right spots. She could feel her body responding to him, her pussy clenching around him as he drove her closer to the edge.

“Yes, master!” she cried out, her body trembling with pleasure. “Fuck me! Use me! I’m yours!”

Arnav’s grip on her hips tightened as he slammed into her, his grunts filling the room as he approached his release. Ria could feel her orgasm building, the pressure in her body reaching its peak.

“Cum for me, Ria,” Arnav commanded, his voice rough with desire.

Ria’s body shook as her orgasm washed over her, her moans echoing through the room. She could feel Arnav’s cock pumping inside her, his release following close behind. He let out a low growl as he came, his body pressing against hers as he filled her with his cum.

For a moment, they stayed there, their bodies pressed together, their breath heavy. Then, Arnav pulled out, his hands moving to grip her waist as he turned her around to face him.

“You did well, Ria,” he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. “But we’re just getting started.”

Ria’s eyes widened as Arnav pushed her down onto the bed, his hands moving to her thighs. She could feel his breath on her pussy, his tongue teasing her as he leaned in closer.

“Now, let’s see how many times I can make you cum,” he muttered, his lips brushing against her most sensitive spot.

Ria’s moans filled the room as Arnav’s tongue worked its magic, her body responding to his every touch. She could feel herself losing control, her pussy throbbing with need as he took her to the edge once again.

“Yes, master!” she cried out, her hands gripping the sheets as her body trembled with pleasure. “Make me yours!”

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I stood on the beach, the moonlight casting a silver glow over the waves as they crashed against the shore. The sound was fucking mesmerizing, and it only added to the anticipation building inside me. I was here with Priyanka, and everything felt just right. We’d been flirting for weeks, our conversations filled with teasing and vulnerable moments, and I was ready to take it to the next level.

As I looked over at her, I couldn’t help but notice how fucking beautiful she was. Her dark hair was blowing in the wind, and her eyes sparkled like diamonds in the moonlight. But it wasn’t just her looks that had me hooked – it was the way she carried herself, the way she made me feel like I was the only person in the world.

“Such a beautiful evening,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. It was like music to my ears, and it pulled me in closer.

“It is,” I replied, my voice low and husky. “I’m glad we did this. It feels fucking right.”

She smiled at me, and I could see the desire in her eyes. It was like a spark had been lit, and I knew we were both ready to take the leap. I reached out and brushed my hand against hers, and the touch was electric. Our fingers intertwined, and we started walking down the beach, the sound of the waves matching the beating of my heart.

As we reached a secluded spot, we paused, and I couldn’t help but stare at her. She was breathtaking, and I wanted to fuck her senseless. But there was something more to her, something deeper that I hadn’t fully understood until this moment.

“Priyanka,” I whispered, my voice husky with emotion. “Do you feel this? This connection between us?”

She looked up at me, her gaze steady and full of warmth. For a moment, I thought she might say something, but instead, she closed the gap between us. Our lips met, and it was like a fucking explosion. The kiss was soft at first, but it quickly deepened, becoming more urgent and desperate.

Her hands found their way to my chest, pressing against me, and I pulled her closer, feeling the heat of her body against mine. The kiss was like a spark, igniting something between us that had been simmering underneath the surface. We didn’t need words; our bodies spoke for us. Every touch, every kiss, every breath was a conversation of its own, full of longing, desire, and something even deeper.

I moved my hands to her back, gently pulling her closer, feeling her body press against mine. The sensation was overwhelming, like everything I had been waiting for was finally happening. She responded eagerly, her hands sliding up to my neck, pulling me even closer.

The kiss was like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was tender, but it was also hungry. As if we both knew that there was no going back now.

When we finally broke apart, we were both breathless. I looked into her eyes, searching for any signs of hesitation, but all I saw was trust. “Are you sure about this?” I asked softly, my voice a whisper in the cool night air.

Her smile was gentle, but there was something in her eyes that told me everything I needed to know. “I’m sure,” she said, her voice steady, and I could hear the same longing I felt in her words.

Without saying anything else, I kissed her again, this time with all the passion I had been holding back. Slowly, we made our way back to the resort, the world around us fading as we focused only on each other.

Inside the room, the moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the space. I watched her as she undressed, the gentle curves of her body illuminated by the dim light. It wasn’t just the physical that attracted me – it was everything about her. Her grace, her warmth, her laughter, the way she made me feel alive in a way I hadn’t known in a long time.

I moved toward her, my hands trembling slightly as I cupped her face, looking into her eyes. “You’re perfect,” I whispered, my voice low and full of awe.

She leaned into my touch, her breath hitching as I gently traced the curve of her jaw with my fingertips. “So are you,” she murmured, her voice hushed with desire.

The world outside didn’t matter anymore. It was just the two of us – our bodies and hearts connected in ways I hadn’t expected, but in ways I now understood completely. Every touch, every kiss, every moment was a building block in something so much bigger than just physical desire. It was trust, it was connection, it was the way we fit together so perfectly, like we had always been meant to be here, at this very moment.

As the night wore on, we lost ourselves in each other, savoring every touch, every kiss. I couldn’t get enough of her, and I could tell she felt the same way. We explored each other’s bodies, our hands roaming freely, discovering new pleasure points and igniting a passion that seemed to grow with every passing moment.

I kissed her neck, my lips tracing the curve of her skin, and she moaned softly, her head tilting back in ecstasy. I moved down, my mouth finding her nipples, and I sucked them hard, feeling her body shudder with pleasure. She was so fucking responsive, and it only turned me on more.

My hands moved down, finding her pussy, and I stroked her gently, feeling her wetness and heat. She was so ready for me, and I couldn’t wait to fuck her. I slid my fingers inside, feeling her tightness, and she gasped, her body arching up to meet mine.

I licked her pussy, my tongue tracing the folds of her skin, and she came undone, her body shuddering with pleasure. I kept licking, my tongue probing deeper, and she screamed, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave.

As she came down from her high, I stood up, my cock hard and ready. I looked at her, and she smiled, her eyes sparkling with desire. “I want you inside me,” she whispered, her voice husky with need.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I pushed her back on the bed, my body covering hers, and I slid my cock inside her. She was so tight, so hot, and I felt like I was home. I started to fuck her, my hips moving slow and steady, and she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper.

We moved together, our bodies in sync, and I felt like I was losing myself in her. The pleasure was intense, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long. But I didn’t care – I just wanted to feel her, to be inside her, to make her come again.

As we fucked, I reached down and started to rub her clit, my finger tracing the sensitive skin, and she screamed, her body arching up to meet mine. I kept rubbing, my finger probing deeper, and she came again, her orgasm ripping through her like a tornado.

I felt her contractions around my cock, and I knew I was done. I came, my semen shooting inside her, and I collapsed on top of her, my body spent. We lay there, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating as one.

As we caught our breath, I looked at her, and she smiled, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “That was fucking amazing,” she whispered, her voice husky with pleasure.

I nodded, my cock still inside her. “It was,” I agreed, my voice low and rough. “I’ve never felt anything like it.”

We lay there for a while, our bodies connected, our hearts still racing from the intensity of our passion. And as we drifted off to sleep, I knew that this was just the beginning – the start of something special, something that would change our lives forever.

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Laxmi – My ex 19 years old
Swapna Reddy – Laxmi’s mom.
Myself

I walked through the bustling mall, my cart empty, my mind elsewhere. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floors. My eyes flicked nervously from store to store, searching for the perfect gift for my mom’s upcoming birthday.

But as I turned a corner, my breath caught in my throat. There she was—Swapna Reddy, Laxmi’s mother. Her elegant stride, confident posture, and even the way she brushed her hair behind her ear all felt so familiar. I hesitated. Should I approach her? No, that would be awkward.

But something about seeing her here, alone, made me curious. I trailed behind her, keeping a careful distance, my palms sweating. For ten minutes, I followed her, my heart pounding louder with each step.  And then, just as I was about to turn away, she spun around, her eyes blazing.

“Young man!” she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. “Better stop stalking me. I see your cart is empty, and you’ve been following me for ten minutes. Don’t make me call security or the police. Walk away silently.”

My hands trembled. I opened my mouth to explain, but the words tangled in my throat. My stammering reared its ugly head, making me sound like a bumbling fool. I could see the disgust in her eyes, the way she dismissed me as some creep.

Panicking, I fumbled for my wallet, pulling out my college ID. My fingers shook as I typed into my phone:

“Sorry, Madam, I am not stalking you. I thought you were my mom’s friend. You looked just like her from behind. I have this stammering problem, so I couldn’t shout to get your attention. When you threatened me, I realized you weren’t her. If you don’t trust me, you can call my mom. She knows about my issue.”

I held out my phone, pleading with my eyes for her to understand. She didn’t take it at first, her lips pressed into a thin line, her chest rising and falling with barely contained anger. But finally, she snatched the phone, her eyes scanning the message.

Slowly, the fire in her gaze dimmed, replaced by something softer—something almost like guilt.

“Oh,” she said quietly, her tone shifting. “I… I’m sorry. I misunderstood.” Her hand reached for mine, her touch surprisingly gentle. “Come on, let’s sit down. Have a coffee with me.”

We found a cosy corner in Starbucks, the hum of conversation and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wrapping around us. Swapna stirred her drink slowly, her expression thoughtful.

“I was upset this morning,” she admitted, her voice soft now, apologetic. “I jumped to conclusions. I shouldn’t have shouted at you like that.”

I laughed nervously, my stammer still lingering like a shadow. “It’s o.. okay, Maa.. Madam. I un.. under..stand.”

She smiled, her features softening even more. “What brings you to the mall today?” she asked warmly invitingly.

“I’m go.. go.. going to nae.. native tonight. I managed to say, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Next week is mom’s birr..birthday. Came to buy her dark cha..chocolates and gi..gifts.”

Her eyes sparkled with interest. “Let me help you pick something out,” she offered, setting her cup down. “Wait here for fifteen minutes. I’ll be back. Do not go anywhere.”

I blinked, startled. “Plea..ssee, do.. do not threa.. threaten me, Madam.”

She chuckled, a light, melodic sound that made my chest tighten. “It’s not a threat, dear,” she teased, leaning in to pinch my cheek lightly. “It’s a request.”

Fifteen minutes later, she returned with a beautifully wrapped gift. My eyes widened as she handed it to me.

Madam, what is this? I stammered, bewildered.

“It’s something for your mom,” she said, tone firm but kind. “Tell her you purchased it yourself.”

“No, Maa.. Madam, please. I can’t take it.”

But she insisted, slipping the gift into my bag before I could protest further. Then, she grabbed my phone, her fingers brushing against mine as she unlocked it. She dialled her number, letting it ring once before handing it back to me.

“Save the number if you wish,” she said, her voice hinting at something I couldn’t quite place.

Later, as we stood outside the mall, she asked, “How will you get home? Do you have a bike?”

“No, Madam. I.. I.. took a roo..room nearby. I stay al..al..alone.”

Without hesitation, she said, “I’ll drop you off.”

The ride to my apartment was quiet, but an unspoken tension was in the air. When we arrived, I invited her inside, but she smiled, her hand reaching up to pinch my cheek again.

“Some other time,” she murmured, her voice low, almost teasing. “For now, rest.”

She texted me the night.

Swapna: Had dinner?

The message was simple, but it sent a jolt through me. I stared at the screen for a moment before typing back, my fingers steady this time.

Me: No, not yet.

Almost instantly, she replied.

Swapna: Why? Don’t you know how to take care of yourself? Or do I need to come over and make sure you eat?

My breath hitched. There was something about how she phrased it—not a question, but a demand. I could hear her voice in my head, low and teasing, those words dripping with authority. I hesitated before responding.

Me: Would you come over?

Her reply came faster than I expected.

Swapna: Depends. Are you going to behave? Or do I need to teach you a lesson first?

My cheeks burned, but a part of me thrilled at her words. I typed back quickly, but my stammer was absent in the text.

Me: I don’t know… maybe I want the lesson.

There was a pause, long enough that I thought she might have changed her mind. But then my phone lit up again.

Swapna: Cheeky boy. Do you think you can handle me?

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. This wasn’t just friendly banter anymore. It was charged electric, and I couldn’t stop diving deeper.

Me: Maybe not. But I’d like to try.

Her next message made my heart skip a beat.

Swapna: Good. Because if I come over, you won’t be in charge. Understand?

I hesitated, my mind racing. This was dangerous territory, but I couldn’t deny the thrill coursing through me.

Me: Yes, Madam.

The ellipsis appeared, indicating she was typing. Then:

Swapna: Say it properly.

I stared at the screen, my throat dry. Was she serious? Before I could second-guess myself, I typed:

Me: Yes, Madam. I understand. I’ll behave.

Her response was immediate.

Swapna: That’s better. Now tell me, what do you want me to do when I get there?

Me: I want you to control me. Outside the bedroom. But inside… I want to dominate you.

Swapna: Oh, so you want me to be your ‘sugar mommy’ most of the time… but your slut in bed?

Me: Something like that.

Swapna: We’ll see. For now, imagine my hands around your throat, my lips whispering in your ear, reminding you who’s in charge. Goodnight, naughty boy.

Just as I was about to give in to the urge, my phone buzzed again. I grabbed it eagerly, hoping it was her. But instead, it was Laxmi.

Laxmi: Hey, you okay? Mom told me she saw you at the mall today. Said you looked nervous or something.

I frowned, my arousal dissipating as guilt crept in. Laxmi had no idea what was happening between me and her mother, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Still, I responded vaguely.

Me: Yeah, I’m fine. Just had a weird moment. Your mom helped me out, though.

Laxmi’s reply was swift.

Laxmi: Good. She’s great like that. Anyway, call me tomorrow.

I sighed, feeling the weight of the situation settle over me.

Me: Sure. Night.

Setting aside my phone, I tried to shake off the conflicting emotions. On one hand, there was Swapna—commanding, seductive, everything I craved. On the other, there was Laxmi—sweet, innocent, and completely unaware.

But as I closed my eyes, it was Swapna’s face that filled my mind, her voice echoing in my ears. “Imagine my hands around your throat…”

A knock at the door jolted me upright. My heart raced as I glanced at the clock—11:30 PM. Who could it be at this hour? Slowly, I got up and peered through the peephole.

And there she was.

Swapna stood in the hallway, her arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips. She raised an eyebrow as if daring me to open the door.

I fumbled with the lock, my hands trembling slightly. When I finally opened the door, she stepped inside without a word, her presence filling the room.

“You left me hanging,” she said, her voice low and teasing. “Didn’t think I’d come, did you?”

I shook my head, unable to form words. She closed the distance between us, her fingers brushing against my cheek.

“Tell me,” she murmured, her breath warm against my ear. “Do you still want that lesson?”

The next morning, the soft chime of my phone pulled me out of a restless sleep. I squinted at the screen, the time glaring back at me: 8:00 AM. A text from Swapna lit up the display. “Be ready by 9. I’ll pick you up.” My heart skipped a beat, the memory of last night flooding back.

By 9:00, I stood outside my apartment building, the warm morning sun brushing against my skin. The sleek black car pulled up, and Swapna rolled down the window. She was dressed casually yet elegantly, her hair tied back in a loose ponytail.

“Get in,” she said with a sly smile, her tone leaving no room for hesitation. I slid into the passenger seat, the leather cool against my thighs.

We drove in silence at first, the city rolling past us. But it didn’t take long for her to start teasing me again. “Did you dream about me last night?” she asked, her voice dripping with playful mischief. I stammered, unable to respond coherently, which only made her laugh.

“Relax, boy. You’re too tense.” Her hand reached over, resting briefly on my thigh, sending a shiver through me.

By 2:00 PM, we were back at my apartment. The air between us felt charged, thick with unspoken tension. She sat on the edge of my bed, her legs crossed, while I stood awkwardly near the door. “Come here,” she said, patting the space beside her.

I obeyed, my heart pounding as I sat down. The proximity was overwhelming—I could smell her floral and intoxicating perfume. For a moment, neither of us moved. Then, tentatively, I reached out and touched her hand. It was a small gesture, but it broke the dam.

Her eyes met mine, and before I knew it, she leaned in, her lips pressing against mine. The kiss started soft, almost hesitant, but quickly deepened, turning hungry and desperate. I could feel her hands gripping my shoulders, pulling me closer.

I kissed her back with equal fervour, my fingers tangling in her hair. Our breaths mingled, hot and urgent, as the kisses grew wilder. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I groaned, the sound muffled by our connection. My hands roamed over her body, feeling the curves beneath her clothes.

She gasped when I cupped her breast, her nipple hardening under my palm through the fabric of her blouse. “Off,” she whispered against my lips, tugging at my shirt. We helped each other undress, our movements frantic, impatient. When she stood to remove her pants, I couldn’t help but stare.

She was flawless, her body a masterpiece of soft skin and graceful lines. She caught me looking and smirked. “See something you like?” Before I could answer, she pushed me back onto the bed, climbing over me. Her lips found mine again, trailing down my neck, leaving a fire trail in their wake.

She nipped at my collarbone, drawing a low moan from me. Her hands explored my chest, nails lightly scraping over my skin, making me arch into her touch. I reached for her, my fingers sliding between her thighs, finding her wet and ready. She gasped, her hips jerking forward as I stroked her.

“Not yet,” she murmured, catching my wrist. She shifted, positioning herself above me, and guided me inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, her warmth enveloping me completely. She began to move, her pace slow initially, her eyes locked on mine.

But soon, the rhythm grew faster, more intense. I gripped her hips, helping her as she rode me, my desire spiralling out of control. I flipped her onto her back, taking control now. My thrusts were hard, driven by passion and something darker—the betrayal I still carried from Laxmi.

Swapna moaned my name, her nails digging into my back as I pounded into her. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me deeper. I buried my face in her neck, sucking and biting until she cried out, her body trembling beneath me.

My hands moved to her breasts, kneading them roughly, my mouth capturing one nipple and sucking hard. She arched her back, writhing under me, and I gave her other breast the same treatment, leaving bite marks that made her gasp. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice strained. “Harder.”

I obliged, my hips slamming into hers with relentless force. Her cries grew louder, more desperate, and I could feel her tightening around me. She came with a shuddering cry, her body clamping down on me, and that sent me over the edge.

I spilt into her, my vision going white as waves of pleasure crashed over me. We collapsed together, both of us breathless and slick with sweat. Her head rested on my chest, and I ran my fingers idly through her hair. We were silent for a while, the only sound of our ragged breathing.

Eventually, my hand drifted down to her thigh, caressing the smooth skin. She hummed contentedly, her fingers tracing patterns in the hair on my chest. “You’re full of surprises,” she said softly, tilting her head to look at me.

Her expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes—affection? Curiosity? She leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on my lips before pulling away. “What are we doing, boy?” she murmured, more to herself than to me.

Before I could respond, she sat up, glancing at the clock. “It’s getting late,” she said, her tone shifting. She stood, stretching languidly, and began gathering her clothes. I watched her dress, my mind swirling with questions I wasn’t brave enough to ask.

As she buttoned her blouse, she turned to me, her gaze piercing. “Don’t overthink this,” she said, her voice firm. “Just… enjoy it.” And with that, she was gone, leaving me alone in the quiet of my room, the scent of her perfume lingering in the air.

The glow of my phone illuminated the darkened room as I lay in bed, still replaying the day’s events in my mind. The scent of Swapna’s perfume clung faintly to my sheets, a lingering reminder of her presence. My fingers traced idle patterns on the fabric.

My thoughts drifted between satisfaction and unease. Just as I was about to set my phone aside, it buzzed softly, jolting me from my reverie. I glanced at the screen, and my breath caught. A new message from Swapna. My thumb hovered for a moment before I swiped open the notification.

The first thing I saw was a photo—a selfie of her standing in front of a mirror, clad in a black lace lingerie set that hugged her curves like a second skin. The delicate straps accentuated her toned shoulders, and the plunging neckline left little to the imagination.

Her lips curved into a sly smile, her eyes glinting with mischief.

“What do you think? New collection,” her caption read.

My heart raced, my mouth suddenly dry. I stared at the image, unable to look away. My thumb moved instinctively to reply, but I hesitated, unsure how to respond without sounding awkward or overly eager. Before I could formulate a response, another message popped up.

“Cat got your tongue, boy?” she teased, followed by a winking emoji.

I chuckled nervously, my fingers fumbling over the keyboard. She always knows how to push my buttons. “It… it looks amazing on you,” I typed out, my stammer translating into choppy text. “You’re beautiful.”

Her reply came almost instantly. “Beautiful, huh? You’re sweet. But I want more than sweet words tonight.”

My pulse quickened. What did she mean by that? My imagination began to run wild, conjuring images of her slipping out of that lingerie, her body pressed against mine. I shook my head, trying to steady my thoughts, but another message interrupted me.

“Tell me what you’d do if I were there right now,” she wrote. “Be honest. Don’t hold back.”

I swallowed hard, my cheeks heating up at the boldness of her request. My thumbs hovered over the screen, my mind racing. Could I really say it? Could I put those desires into words? Taking a deep breath, I began typing, my heart pounding.

“If you were here… I’d start by kissing you. Slowly. Your neck first. Then, your collarbone. I’d let my hands explore every inch of you, tracing the lace until I couldn’t take it anymore. Then I’d slip it off, piece by piece, savouring the way it feels against your skin. And then…”

I paused, my fingers trembling slightly. Was this too much? Would she find it ridiculous? Before I could second-guess myself, her reply appeared.

“Then what?” she pressed, her tone playful yet demanding. “Don’t stop now. I’m intrigued.”

Encouraged by her response, I continued, my words flowing more freely now.

“Then I’d lay you down and kiss my way down your body. Every curve. Every dip. I’d take my time, making sure you feel every touch, every whisper of my lips against your skin. And when I reach… where no one else has gone, I’d make you forget everything but the sound of your moans.”

The moment I hit send, a wave of nervous exhilaration washed over me. I waited anxiously for her reply, half-expecting her to laugh or chastise me for being so forward. Instead, her next message sent a jolt of electricity through me.

“Good boy,” she wrote, followed by a voice note. I tapped it immediately, her husky voice filling the room.

“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? Imagine me beneath you, writhing under your touch. Tell me, do you want to taste me? Feel how wet I am for you right now?”

Her words were like fire, igniting a heat deep within me. My hand clenched around the phone as I listened to her breathing grow heavier, each word dripping with seduction.

“I want you to touch yourself,” she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Pretend it’s me. Pretend it’s my hands, my mouth, my body. Give in to it.”

I hesitated for only a moment before obeying, my free hand sliding beneath the waistband of my boxers. My breath hitched as I gripped myself, her voice still echoing in my ears.

“That’s it,” she purred as if she could sense my compliance. “Now tell me how it feels.”

“It feels… incredible,” I managed to type out, my fingers clumsy with urgency. “I wish it was you. I wish you were here.”

Her reply came swiftly. “Maybe I will be. Keep going. Show me how much you want me.”

A boldness I didn’t know I possessed took over, and I snapped a quick picture of myself, my hand wrapped around my big dick, barely visible in the dim light. I sent it without thinking, my face burning despite the thrill coursing me.

Her reaction was immediate. “Naughty boy,” she wrote, accompanied by a devilish emoji. “I like that side of you.”

Minutes turned into an eternity as we exchanged increasingly explicit messages, each one pushing me closer to the edge. Her words painted vivid pictures in my mind, her demands growing more daring with every exchange. When she sent another voice note, I was trembling with need.

“I want you to cum for me,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “Let me hear it.”

When I finally opened my eyes, my phone buzzed once more. “Good boy,” she wrote, her tone softer now. “Sweet dreams.”

I stared at the screen, my chest heaving as I tried to process what had just happened. Part of me wanted to ask her what this meant, where we stood, but I knew better. She’d made it clear—this wasn’t about labels or expectations. It was about desire, pure and simple.

As I set my phone aside and closed my eyes, her final words lingered in my mind. Sweet dreams. I doubted I’d get much sleep tonight, but for the first time in a long while, I didn’t care. My thoughts were consumed by her, and for now, that was enough.

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The room was quiet, save for the soft sound of our breathing as we lay tangled together. Owi’s head rested on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. The aftermath of what we’d just shared lingered in the air—a mix of satisfaction, curiosity, and something darker, something unspoken.

I could feel the shift in her, the way her body seemed to tense ever so slightly before she finally spoke.

“Daddy…” she began, her voice low, almost hesitant.

I turned my head to look at her, my hand gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. “What is it, sweetheart?”

She paused, her eyes meeting mine with a determination I hadn’t seen before. “I… I want to try something.”

My brow furrowed, curiosity piqued. “Try what?”

A small, almost mischievous smile played on her lips. “I want to… be in control. Just this once.”

I blinked, surprised by the request. This was a side of Owi I hadn’t seen before. It intrigued me more than I cared to admit. “Are you sure?”

She nodded, her confidence growing. ”Yes. I want to know what it feels like.”

I couldn’t help but smile. If this was what she wanted, who was I to deny her? “Alright, kitten. You’re in charge.”

Her eyes lit up, and she quickly straddled me, her hands resting on my chest. She leaned down, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, teasing kiss. “You’re mine now.”

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel my body responding to her newfound dominance. “All yours,” I murmured, my hands resting on her hips. Owi’s fingers trailed down my chest, her touch deliberate and slow. She sat up, her eyes locking onto mine as she began to explore her newfound power.

Her hands wandered, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles, her nails lightly grazing my skin. She leaned down again, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “You’re going to do everything I say.”

I swallowed hard, my heart racing. “Yes, kitten.”

Her lips curved into a satisfied smile, and she kissed me again, this time more urgently. Her hand slid down my chest, past my stomach, until it reached the base of my cock. She wrapped her fingers around me, her grip firm but not too tight, and began to stroke me slowly.

“You like that, don’t you?” she purred, her voice laced with desire.

I groaned, my hips instinctively bucking into her hand. “Yes. God, yes.”

She laughed softly, the sound sending a jolt of electricity through me. “Good.”

Her hand continued to move, her strokes growing faster, more deliberate. I could feel the tension building, the pleasure coiling in my gut, but she suddenly stopped, pulling her hand away.

“Not yet,” she said, her voice firm.

I groaned in frustration, my cock throbbing for release, but I didn’t argue. She was in control, and I was at her mercy.

Owi climbed off me, her eyes never leaving mine as she positioned herself above my face. “I want you to taste me,” she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.

I didn’t hesitate, my hands gripping her hips as I pulled her down. Her pussy was already wet, and I could feel the heat radiating from her as I buried my face between her thighs.

Her scent was intoxicating, and I eagerly lapped at her folds, my tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes. She let out a soft moan, her hips rocking against my face as she ground herself against my mouth.

“That’s it,” she breathed, her hands tangling in my hair. “Don’t stop.”

I didn’t, my tongue flicking against her pussy as I continued to devour her. Owi’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as she neared the edge.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped, her grip on my hair tightening. “Right there. Yes!”

Her orgasm hit her hard, her body convulsing as she rode my face, her juices coating my mouth. I continued to lick her, prolonging her pleasure until she finally pulled away, panting heavily.

She climbed back on top of me, her eyes dark with lust as she positioned herself above my cock. She lowered herself slowly, her tight pussy enveloping me as she took me inside her.

“Oh, god,” I groaned, my hands gripping her hips as she began to move.

Owi’s rhythm was slow at first, and her movements were deliberate. She leaned forward, her hands resting on my chest as she rode me, her eyes locked onto mine.

“You feel so good,” she purred, her voice filled with satisfaction.

Her pace quickened, her hips moving faster as she took control. The sight of her above me, her body glistening with sweat, her breasts bouncing with each movement—it was almost too much to handle.

“Fuck, Owi,” I groaned, my hands sliding up her body to cup her breasts. “You’re incredible.”

She smiled, her hips moving even faster. “You’re mine, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice filled with desire. “All mine.”

I could feel myself nearing the edge, the pleasure building with each thrust. Owi’s movements became more erratic, her pleasure intensifying as she neared her climax.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped, her body trembling as she came.

Her orgasm triggered mine, and I thrust up into her, my release flooding her as I groaned her name.

We stayed like that for a moment. Our bodies still joined as we caught our breath. Owi finally climbed off me, her legs shaky as she collapsed beside me.

She turned to look at me, a soft smile on her lips. “That was… incredible.”

I chuckled, pulling her into my arms. “You were incredible.”

She nestled against me, her body relaxing as she sighed contentedly. After a moment, she spoke again, her voice soft. “Daddy… I don’t think I can be a dominant person. At least not with you.”

I looked down at her, my brow furrowing. “What do you mean?”

She hesitated, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. “I want to be your… your pet. Your little kitten. It’s where I feel the most… pleasure.”

My heart swelled with affection, and I pulled her closer. “Whatever you want, sweetheart. You’re my kitten, and I’ll take care of you.”

She smiled, her eyes closing as she nestled into me. “Thank you, daddy.”

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows across the walls. I lay back on the bed, my phone in hand, the screen illuminating my face. I stared at the WhatsApp chat with Owi.

The tension in the air was palpable, the silence of the night only broken by the occasional tapping of my fingers on the screen.

Owi: Tell me your fantasies.

The words stared back at me, their simplicity hiding the depth of the conversation we were about to have. I hesitated, my mind racing about what to say and how much to reveal. But then I remembered the trust we’d built, the intimacy we’d shared. If there was ever a time, to be honest, it was now.

Me: Don’t judge me. I want to fuck your Mom.

I pressed send, the words disappearing into the digital ether. My heart pounded as I waited for her response, the seconds stretching into an eternity. Finally, the familiar buzz of a new message.

Owi: I love you. You care for me and value friendship. You are sweet.

Her words warmed me, but there was more to come.

Owi: I’ll make your dream come true.

I stared at the screen, my breath catching in my throat. What did she mean? Before I could respond, another message popped up.

Me: No, I don’t want you to take the risk. Please, kitten. I’m happy with you.

Her reply was immediate.

Owi: I meant roleplay. I’ll be my mommy for tonight. You can use me as you want.

My mind raced, the idea both shocking and exhilarating. I’d never considered roleplay before, but the thought of Owi embodying her mother’s persona was intoxicating. I could feel the heat building in my groin, my body responding to the forbidden fantasy.

Me: Let’s start.

The words were barely out of my mouth when my phone buzzed again.

Owi: I’ll be right there.

I set the phone down on the nightstand, my heart pounding in anticipation. The minutes dragged by, each second feeling like an eternity. Finally, the soft creak of the door opening broke the silence. I turned my head to see Owi standing in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the soft light from the hallway.

She stepped into the room, her movements slow and deliberate. She wore a silk robe, the fabric clinging to her curves in all the right places. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun, a few strands escaping to frame her face. She looked like the seductive woman I’d always imagined her mother to be.

She walked over to the bed, her hips swaying with each step. She knelt on the edge of the bed, her eyes locked on mine as she slowly untied the belt of her robe. The fabric fell open, revealing her naked body beneath. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight of her, her skin glowing in the soft light.

“Tell me what you want,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry.

I reached out, my fingers brushing against her smooth skin. “I want you to be her,” I said, my voice hoarse with desire. “Be your Mom.”

She nodded, a slow, seductive smile spreading across her lips. She climbed onto the bed, straddling me as she leaned down to whisper in my ear. “You’ve wanted this for so long, haven’t you?”

I nodded, my hands gripping her hips as I pulled her closer. “Yes,” I breathed. “More than anything.”

She leaned down, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, teasing kiss. “Then take it,” she murmured. “Take what you’ve always wanted.”

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, the heat between us building to a fever pitch. I flipped her onto her back, my body pressing against hers as I kissed her passionately. Her hands tangled in my hair, her nails scraping against my scalp as she moaned into my mouth.

I pulled back, my eyes roaming over her body as I reached for the hem of her robe. I tugged it off her, tossing it aside as I took in the sight of her naked form. She was perfect; her body was lithe and supple, and her skin was soft and warm.

I leaned down, my lips trailing kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and down to her breasts. I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking and teasing it as she arched her back, a soft moan escaping her lips. My hand moved down her body, my fingers sliding between her legs to find her already wet and ready for me.

I smiled against her skin, my fingers teasing her as I continued to kiss and suck her breasts. “You’re so wet for me,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire.

“Yes,” she breathed, her hips rocking against my hand. “Please… I need you.”

I pulled back, my eyes locking with hers as I positioned myself between her legs. I guided myself to her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her wetness. “Are you ready?” I asked, my voice low and husky.

She nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation. “Yes,” she whispered. “Please… don’t stop.”

I pushed into her, the tight heat of her body engulfing me as I buried myself to the hilt. She gasped, her nails digging into my back as I began to move, my hips rocking against hers in a steady rhythm.

The room was filled with the sound of our moans, the wet slap of our bodies coming together as I thrust into her. I could feel her tightening around me, her body responding to my touch as I drove her closer to the edge.

“Yes,” she gasped, her hands gripping my shoulders. “Just like that… don’t stop.”

I groaned, my climax building as I continued to thrust into her. I could feel her reaching her peak, her body trembling beneath me as she came, her moans echoing in the room.

“Come for me,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with passion. “Come with me.”

Her body clenched around me as I followed her over the edge, my release crashing over me as I spilt into her. We collapsed together, our bodies slick with sweat as we struggled to catch our breaths.

I rolled onto my back, pulling her with me as she nestled against my chest. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin as we lay there, the afterglow of our passion wrapping around us.

“Did that… live up to your fantasy?” she asked, her voice soft and hesitant.

I turned to look at her, a smile spreading across my lips. “It was everything I’d imagined,” I said, my voice filled with warmth. “Thank you, kitten.”

She smiled, her eyes closing as she snuggled closer to me. “Anything for you, Daddy.”

We lay there in the quiet of the night, the weight of our shared secret binding us together. The line between reality and fantasy blurred, but it didn’t matter at that moment. All that mattered was the connection we’d forged, the trust we’d built.

And as I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t help but wonder what other fantasies we’d explore together.

I pulled up to the college gates precisely at 10 a.m., my eyes scanning the bustling crowd of students dressed in vibrant ethnic attire. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her. Owi stood there, draped in the saree I had gifted her mother from Sri Lanka.

The way the fabric clung to her curves, the way it accentuated her youthful yet mature figure—it was uncanny. She looked like her mother. But there was something uniquely Owi about her that made my breath catch.

She spotted my car and walked towards me, her hips swaying with a confidence that seemed almost practised. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“Wow,” I breathed as she slid into the passenger seat. “I love you.”

She smirked, her lips curving into that playful, knowing smile I’d come to adore. “Hope my surprise worked,” she said, her voice dripping with mischief.

“It really did,” I replied, my gaze lingering on her before turning the ignition.

We drove in silence, the air between us thick with unspoken anticipation. I knew where we were headed—ITC Gardenia. It was a place we’d talked about before, where we could escape reality and indulge in our fantasies.

Today, the fantasy was hers. She wanted to be her mother, and I was to play myself—the man who had always harboured a secret desire for her mother.

As we stepped into the luxurious hotel room, I could feel the tension simmering between us. Owi walked ahead, her saree trailing behind her, and I followed, my eyes glued to her back. She turned to face me, her expression softening as she stepped closer.

“Are you ready for this?” she asked, her voice a whisper, yet it carried the weight of everything we were about to do.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “I’ve been ready for years.”

She smiled that same mysterious smile that always left me wanting more. Then, she began to transform. Her posture shifted, and her demeanour changed. She wasn’t Owi anymore—she was her mother. The way she tilted her head, the way she looked at me through hooded lashes—it was uncanny.

“Hello, darling,” she purred, her voice smooth and sultry, perfectly imitating her mother’s. “Long time no see.”

I swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise in my chest. “Too long,” I replied, playing along.

She stepped closer, her fingers trailing down my chest, her eyes locked on mine. “Tell me, have you been thinking about me?”

“Every single day,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Her lips curved into a smirk, and she leaned in, her breath warm against my skin. “Show me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. My hands found her waist, pulling her close as our lips met in a fiery kiss. It was intense, passionate, filled with all the pent-up desire and longing we’d both held back. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss.

Her heart raced against my chest, and it only fueled my desire. My hands roamed over her body, tracing the familiar yet new curves. The saree she wore felt delicate under my fingertips. I couldn’t resist letting my hands wander beneath the fabric, feeling the warmth of her skin.

She moaned softly against my lips, her body pressing against mine as if she couldn’t get close enough. I moved my lips to her neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin, eliciting a gasp from her.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured against her skin, my hands slipping under her blouse to cup her breasts.

She arched into my touch, her breath hitching as my thumb brushed over her nipple. “You’ve always wanted this, haven’t you?” she whispered, her voice filled with innocence and seduction.

“More than you know,” I admitted, my voice rough with desire.

Her hands found the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it aside. Her eyes roamed over my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles. “You’re so strong,” she murmured, her voice soft, almost reverent.

I smirked, pulling her closer. “And you’re so tempting.”

Her lips found mine again, and the kiss was slower, more deliberate this time. It was as if she was savouring every moment, every touch. My hands moved to the waistband of her saree, undoing it with ease. The fabric pooled at her feet, revealing the creamy skin beneath.

She stood before me, completely exposed, and I couldn’t help but admire her. She was a vision, a perfect blend of innocence and seduction. My hands roamed over her body, memorizing every curve, every dip.

“You’re perfect,” I whispered, my voice filled with awe.

She smiled, her eyes soft as she looked at me. “Make me feel perfect,” she replied, her voice a plea.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I lifted her into my arms, carrying her to the bed and laying her down gently. My lips found hers again, kissing her deeply as my hands explored her body. I moved down her neck, her chest, and her stomach, leaving a trail of kisses in my wake.

When I reached her thighs, I hesitated, looking up at her. Her eyes were dark with desire, her chest rising and falling with each breath. She nodded, permitting me, and I didn’t waste another second.

My tongue flicked against her clit, eliciting a gasp from her. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as I licked and sucked at her sensitive flesh. She moaned, her hips bucking against my mouth as I brought her closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered, her voice filled with pleasure.

I could feel her body tensing, her thighs tightening around my head as she neared her climax. I increased the pressure, my tongue swirling around her clit as she cried out, her body shuddering with release.

She collapsed against the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. I moved up her body, kissing her softly as she came down from her high.

“That was amazing,” she murmured, her voice filled with awe.

I smiled, kissing her again. “You’re amazing.”

She reached for me, her hands fumbling with the waistband of my pants. I helped her, pulling them off and tossing them aside. She wrapped her hand around my cock, stroking it slowly as she looked up at me.

“I want you,” she whispered, her voice soft yet filled with desire.

I nodded, positioning myself between her legs. I paused, looking down at her. “Are you sure?”

She nodded, her eyes filled with determination. “I’m sure.”

Slowly, I pushed into her, the warmth and tightness of her body enveloping me. She gasped, her nails digging into my back as I buried myself inside her. I paused, giving her a moment to adjust, before I began to move.

She moaned, her hips moving with mine as I thrust into her. Her body tightened around me, pulling me deeper, and I couldn’t help but groan her name.

“Owi,” I murmured, my voice filled with need.

Her hands gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as I increased the pace. She cried out, her body trembling beneath me as we moved together, our bodies in perfect sync.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered, her body tensing as she neared her climax.

I could feel my release building, the pressure in my abdomen growing with each thrust. I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in quick circles.

She cried out, her body shuddering as she came undone beneath me. Her walls tightened around me, pulling me over the edge, and I buried myself deep inside her, releasing with a guttural moan.

We collapsed against the bed, our bodies tangled together as we tried to catch our breath. She turned to look at me, her eyes soft with affection.

“That was incredible,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe.

I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’re incredible,” I replied, my voice filled with warmth.

She snuggled closer, her head resting on my chest. “I love you,” she murmured, her voice soft and filled with emotion.

I kissed the top of her head, my heart swelling with affection. “I love you too, kitten,” I replied, my voice filled with sincerity.

We lay in the quiet room, the weight of our shared secret binding us. The line between reality and fantasy blurred, but it didn’t matter at that moment. All that mattered was the connection we’d forged, the trust we’d built.

As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t help but wonder what other fantasies we’d explore together.

I’m from Bangalore. If you loved this story, you can contact me at [email protected]. I will be waiting for your email. Xoxo

Sheher ab peeche reh gaya tha aur makaan aur imaarato ki jagah ab khule maidan aur kheto ne le li thi. Ghadi mein raat ke 9:40 baje the. Par humara ghar abhi bhi aadha ghante se zyada dur tha.

Achanak se, Scooty jhatke dene lagi aur kuchh hi dor jake baand ho gayi.

“Oh fuck, yaar,” Shivangi phusphusayi.

“Ab yeh kya hua?” maine fauran pucha.

“Petrol khatam ho gaya. Reserve mein thi. Mujhe bharwana yaad nahi raha.”

“Tu koi cheez yaad kyu nahi rakhti hai,” maine uske helmet par tapli maari.

“Arre bhool jata hai insaan cheeze,” Shivangi boli.

“Ab kya kare hum?”

“Ab aap apna phone nikalo aur jo harami aulaade paida kiye hai, unhe phone lagao aur petrol leke aane ko bolo.”

“Thoda tameez se baat kar. Tere bhai behen hai woh,” maine tooka.

“Toh maine kaunsi battameezi ki. Harami toh hai hi woh,” Shivangi boli, scooty ko stand par lagate hue, “Aapke peth mein jo bachcha palraha hai, uske alaawa kis aur ke baap ka pata hai apko.”

“Uss hisaab se toh tu bhi harami hui,” maine taana mara.

“Toh maine kab mana kiya,” Shivangi muskurate hue boli, “Kitne saare ladko se chudwayi thi uss time. Pata nahi kiske muth ne mujhe paida kiya. Agar kabhi pata chal jaye toh bata dena. Main bhi apne baap se mil lungi. Aur agar mera baap bhi apke baap ki tarah tharki nikla, toh main bhi apne baap se chudwa ke ek ya doh bachche paida karlungi.”

“Mujhe uss waqt nahi pata tha ki woh mere baap the,” maine bola.

“Toh kya hua. Mama toh the hi woh apka. Agar baap ke taur par nahi janti thi toh apni Maa ke bhai ke taur par to janti thi. Fir bhi chuwali unse.”

Ji haan, yeh baat sahi hai. Meri Maa ke bhai hi mere sagye baap hai. Par kafi lumbe waqt tak yeh baat na toh mujhe pata thi, na hi meri Maa ko, aur nahi mere mama/baap ko. Kafi saalo ke baad yeh baat hume pata chali. Par tab tak, main usse kafi baar chud chuki thi aur unse 3 bachche bhi paida kar chuki thi.

“Mama aur baap ke rishte mein farak hota hai.”

“Ab time na waste karo aur phone lagao ghar.”

Uske kehne par maine apna phone purse se nikala. Par koi fayda nahi. Mere phone mein signal nahi the. Maine Shivangi ko kaha phone karne ko toh uska phone puri tarah se discharge tha.

“Ab kya?” Shivangi boli.

“Ab dhakka maro,” maine kaha.

“Main dhakka nahi maarungi,” Shivangi ne mana kar diya.

“Fir iss scooty ko kya sar par lad ke leke jayegi?”

“Isko hum yahi park kar dete hai. Ghar chalke, petrol leke aate hai,” Shivangi ne sujhaya,

“Scooty koi utha ke le jayega,” maine bola.

“Toh kya farak padta hai. 6 logo se chudwa lungi. Scooty ke layak paise aa jayenge. Waise bhi, log aapko aur mujhe foreigner samajhte hai. Mujhe aaram se foreigner wale rate milenge. Waise bhi, Doctor ne chuchiya chuske garam toh kiya par bina pele hi jane diya. Saala chut abhi bhi garam hai. Ghar pahuchke achche se chudwaungi.”

“Kabhi chudai ke alaawa bhi kuch soch le!” maine kaha.

“Jab aapne kabhi chudai ke alaawa nahi socha toh apni aulaado se kyu umeed karti ho,” Shivangi ne haste hue kaha.

“Ab bakwaas baand kar aur dhakka maar.”

Iss umeed mein ki shayad thodi dor par signal mil jaye, humne scooty ko dhakka dena shuru kiya. Kuch der baad, 3 motorcycles ne hume par kiya. Hume dekh woh ruki, ghumi, aur humari taraf aayi. Uspe sirf ladke baithe the. Shakal dekhke lag raha tha ki woh college ke students honge.

“Sab theek hai?” ek ladke ne pucha.

“Humari scooty ka petrol khatam ho gaya hai,” Shivangi boli.

“Toh hum dhakka laga dete hai,” ladke ne sujhaya.

“Aap log dhakka lagao ya hum, ek hi baat hai,” Shivangi boli.

“Arre hum dosre tarike se dhakka lagayenge,” dosra lagka bola, “aap dono scooty par baitho, main peeche, apki scooty ke, apna paiar laga dunga. Meri bike ke saath saath apki scooty bhi chalti rahegi.”

“Nahi nahi… usme girne ka darr rahega,” main ghabrate hui boli.

“Arre nahi girengi aap. Hum yeh kaam kafi baar kar chuke hai. Isse aap jaldi petrol pump pauch jayengi. Warna petrol pump yaha se kafi dor hai,” ladka bola.

“Nahi, Mom theek keh rahi hai. Hum agar gir gaye toh dikkat ho jayegi,” Shivangi boli.

“Fir ek kaam karo. Humme se ek apki scooty pe aa jata hai, aur aap dono humari bike pe aake baith jao peechhe,” ladke ne kaha.

Maine aur Shivangi ne ek dosre ki taraf dekha aur fir ladko ki baat maanli. Ek bike pe 2 log the aur baki pe 3. Jin bikes par 3 log the, usme se 2 log jo beech mein baithe the, woh utre aur humari scooty pe baith gaye.

Main aur Shivangi, unn 2 ladko ki jagah bikes par baith gayi. Hum dono, 2 alag alag bikes par, 2 ladko ke beech mein dabke baithi hui thi.

“Mera naam Karan hai,” jo ladka mere peeche baitha tha, bola. “Aur yeh joh bike chala raha hai, iska naam hai Saif. Aur aapka?”

“Main Sulekha,” maine jawaab diya, muskurate hue. “Aur woh jo dosri bike par baithi hai, woh meri badi beti hai, Shivangi.”

Apni dress ki wajah se mujhe dono pair same side karke baitha pda, jaise main scooty par baithi thi. Iski wajah se main Karan ki godh mein baithi thi. Balance banane ke liye, maine ek haath Saif ke kandhe par rkha hua tha aur dosra Karan ke kandhe par.

“Waise dikhne mein aap aur apki beti bilkul bhi Indian nahi lagti,” Karan bola.

“Meri Nani American thi. Hum unhi par gaye hai,” Maine bataya, muskurate hue.

Shivangi ka Nazariya:

“Achcha toh iss wajah se tu aur teri Maa foreigners kitarah dikhte hai,” Tarun bola. Woh mere peechhe baita tha. Mere aagey baitha, joh bike chala raha tha, uska naam tha Brijesh.

“Haan,” maine kaha. Itne mein samne se ek car aayi. Brijesh ko achchanak se bike side mein karni padi. Bike thoda sa dagmagayi. Main ek taraf girne ko hui. Tarun mein mujhe sambhala. uska haath meri chuchi par chala gaya aur wahi raha thodi der.

Main sidhi hui.

“Sorry,” Tarun ne haath hate hue kaha.

“Koi baat nahi,” maine apne baalo ki lath ko apne kaano ke peeche kiya.

Thodi dor chalne par, bike ek bar firse hili. Main firse dagmagayi. Tarun ne apne haath fauran meri chuchiyo par rakh diye. Usne kaske meri chuchiya dabayi.

Ladke chahe jis bhi desh ke ho ya kou bhi bhasha bolte ho, chahe woh gore ho ya kale, woh hamesha sochte apne lund se hi hai.

“Ghabrao nahi. Maine tujhe pakad rakha hai,” Tarun bola. Uske chehre par shaitani bhari muskurahat thi.

Inn ladko ke beech mein fasi hui, main kuch bol bhi toh nahi sakti thi.

Thodi der tak woh meri chuchiya aaram aaram se dabata raha. Fir thodi der baad, usne apna haath meri kamar par rakh diya. Woh apne haath meri kamar par ferne laga. Uska haath meri jeans ke button ke upar mandrata raha.

Achanak se usne meri jeans ka button khol diya.

Dheere-dheere uska haath meri panty ke andar gaya. Uski ungaliya meri chut ko chhune aur sehlane lagi. Mere muh se dheemi si siski nikali.

“Gili hai,” Tarun ne dheeme se mere kaan mein kaha. “Lagta hai, tumhe main pasand aaya.”

Main kuch nahi boli. Doctor ne mujhe pehle hi thoda garam kar diya tha. Ab uski ungaliya meri chut ki khujli ko aur badhane lagi. Mera haath meri panty ke andar, Tarun ke haath ke upar gaya. usse laga ki main usse rokne wali hoon. usne meri chut sehlana rok diya.

Uska haath apne haath mein leke, main apni chut sehlane lagi.

Sulekha ka Nazariya:

“Kya Shivangi apki sagi beti hai?” Karan ne puchha. Uska ek haath meri jaangh par tha aur dusra meri kamar par. Shivangi ki bike humse peeche thi.

“Haan! Kyu?” maine puchha.

“Aap dekhne se lagti nahi ki aap itni badi ladki ki Maa hongi. Yakeen nahi hota ki aap 40 ke paar hai,” Karan bola.

Main hassi. Woh pehla shaqs nahi tha jisne mujhse yeh kaha tha. “Nahi… meri age 40 ke paar nahi hai,” maine kaha. Uss time meri age 40 se kum thi.

“Fir Shivangi itni badi kaise hui?” Karan ne hairani se puchha.

“Main 19 saal ki thi jab woh paida hui.”

“Aapki shaadi kafi kum age mein ho gayi thi, iska matlab,” Karan bola.

“Meri shaadi nahi hui,” maine kaha.

Yeh sunte hi Karan ke chehre par muskurahat aa gayi. Uska haath, jo meri jaangh par tha, upar sarakne laga. Uska chehra mere kareeb aaya. Meri aankhe baand ho gayi. Humare hoonth aapas mein mile.

Dheere-dheere uska haath upar khisakta gaya, aur saath meri skirt bhi upar sarkata gaya. Meri skirt, meri kamar ke upar sarak chuki thi. Apne dosre haath se usne meri dress ki zip neeche kardi.

Kiss mein khoye, mujhe pata hi nahi chala kab mera haath Saif ke kandhe se neeche sarak gaya.

Dheere-dheere Karan meri dress ko upar sarkata raha. Mujhe dhyan hi nahi raha ki main bike par baithi thi. Jaise hi uske haath ne meri bagal chhua, maine apna haath upar kar diya. Usne meri dress ko utaar diya and peechhe fek diya.

Ab main uski godh mein, sirf apni panty mein baithi thi.

Karan ne meri left chuchi apne haath mein li. Apna muh paas lake, usne mere nipples chatna shuru kiye. Meri siskiya chhutne lagi. Uska haath meri panty ki taraf gaya. Aahista-Aahista, woh meri panty neeche sarkane laga. And fir utarke, meri panty ko side mein fek diya.

Main, bike par, nangi uski godh mein baithi thi.

Apne hontho ko mere nipple pe laga ke, Karan ne meri chuchi chusi. Uska haath meri nangi chut ko pyaar se sehla raha tha.

“Ahhh,” meri siski nikli. maine apni taange halki si felayi aur apni chut kholdi.

Shivangi ka Nazariya:

“Ahhhh… ahhhh… ahhhh,” main dheere-dheere karrah rahi thi.

Tarun ne mujhe Brijesh se chipka diya tha. Mera muh Brijesh ke kaan se sta hua tha. Tarun ki ungaliya jaise meri chut par jaadu chala rahi thi. Main bekabu ho rahi thi. Mere haath, meri jeans aur panty ko neeche sarkane lage.

Mujhe Tarun ka dosra haath meri peeth aur uske pet ke beech mein aata mehsoos hua. Kuch der baad, maine uska lund apni peeth pe mehsoos kiya.

Tarun aur tezi se meri chut sehlane laga. Main bike par khadi ho gayi. Meri jeans aur panty mere ghutno par sarak gayi. Tarun mere aur nazdeek aya. uska muh mere chutado mein ghusa hua tha. Mujhe uski zubaan apni chut par mehsoon hui. Woh meri chut chatne laga.

Main zoor se karrahne lagi thi. Mera ek haath meri chut par tha aur dosra Brijesh ke kandhe par. Achanak se samne se ek kapda udta hua aaya. Woh Mom ki dress thi jo Brijesh ke chehre par aake lagi.

Bike ka balance dagmagaya jiski wajah se Brijesh ko brake marna pda. Achanak se brake marne ki wajah se mere dono par footrest se slip ho gaye and main Tarun ki godh mein giri. Uska lund ek jhatke mein meri chut mein ghus gaya.

“Bhai, ghus gaya… Jaldi kisi sunsaan jagah pe le bike. Thukai karni hai,” Tarun Brijesh se bola.

Brijesh ne Mom ki dress ko apne chehre se hatake fek diya aur bike wapas se start ki. Usne speed li.

Pehle humne Mom ki bike to overtake kiya. Mom aankhe baand karke Karan ki godh mein nangi baithi thi. Woh unki chut sehla raha tha.

“Oye, Saif, daal diya,” Tarun meri chuchiyo ko dabaate hue bola.

Thodi dor pe flyover tha. Mera ghar flyover par karke tha. Par uske upar jane ke bajaye, Brijesh Bike Flyover ke side mein le gaya. Flyover ke neeche se railway line guzarti thi. Railway line se pehle badi si dewaar banake road ko baand kar rakha tha.

Sulekha ka Nazariya:

“Ahh… ahh,” main dheeme-dheeme karrah rahi thi.

Saif ne bike pull ke neeche li. Samne Shivangi jhuki hui thi. Uski shirt aur bra gayab thi aur uski jeans aur panty zameen par padi thi. Tarun peeche se usse chod raha tha aur Brijesh ne apna lund uske muh diya hua tha.

“Ahh… Chodo… aur chodo… aur chodo… chodo mujhe,” Shivangi ne Brijesh ka lund muh se nikalke karrahi. “Ahhh… chodo… aur chodo,” Shivangi brijesh ka lund hilate hue karrahi.

“Yeh saale toh pehle se hi chalu hai,” Karan bola.

Usne pehle mujhe apni godh se utara aur fir khud bike se utra.

“Chut mast hai iski,” Tarun bola, uske tatte Shivangi ki chut pe thappad ki tarah baj rahe the. Shivangi ki chuchiya ped se latakte tarbooz ki tarah jhul rahi thi. “Chode ga?” usne Karan se pucha.

“Tu beti ko chod. Main amma ko chodunga,” Karan bola.

Usne mujhe apni baaho mein uthaya aur paas mein jo bada sa khali drum rkha tha, us par baitha diya.

Karan ne apni pant neeche sarka di. Uska tannaya hua kala lund aise upar neeche hila jaise spring par rkha ho. Apni taang kholke maine uska lund apne haatho mein liya.

Uska lund sehlate hue, maine usse apni chut ke andar ghusaya. Karan ne apne dono haatho se meri chuchiya dabayi.

“Ahhh…ahh,” Main Saif ke lund hilate hui karrahi.

“Maza aa raha hai, randi,” Karan bola.

“Haaan… aa raha hai…. aa raha hai… aa raha hai.”

“Teri chut kafi mast hai,” Karan bola. Uske tatte meri gaand ke chhed par baj rahe the.

“Hostel jake batayenge ki aaj hum muft mein foreigners ko chodke aaye hai,” Saif khushi se bola.

Itni der mein baki ke 4 ladke bhi aa gaye.

“Oye, ruk. Aur isse drum pe se utar,” Sandeep bola.

Karan ne chodna rok ke, mujhe drum se utar diya.

“Ab tu zameen par let,” Sandeep bola.

Karan zameen par let gaya. Main uske upar baith gayi. Uska lund apni chut mein ghusake, main uchhal uchhal ke chudwane lagi. Meri chuchiya chta-chat meri chhati par baj rahi thi.

“Chodo… chodo… chodo… chodo… chodo… chodo… chodo,” main karrahi.

Sandeep apne kapde utar ke mere paas aya. usne mujhe Karan ke upar jhukaya. Mujhe apni gaand par kuch geela sa laga. Woh Sandeep ki thuk thi.

“Arre, khule mein nahi… please… khule mein gaand mat maaro,” maine minnat ki.

“Chup kar,” Sandeep ne danta.

Apna lund meri gaand ke ched par tikake, usne ahista se apna lund andar ghusana shuru kiya.

“Ahh,” main zor se chillayi. “Ek dum sukhe mein daal diya.

Par Sandeep nahi mana. Mere baal kheechke, woh meri gaand zor se marne laga.

“Ahhhhh… ahhhh,” Main aur Shivangi ek saath chilla rahe the. Sandeep ki dekha-dekhi, Brijesh ne bhi Shivangi ke gaand mein apna lund ghusa diya tha.

Pehle mujhe dard hua. Par thodi der baad maza aane laga.

“Chodo… chodo… chodo… chodo… mujhe chodo… aur chodo… aur chodo… chodo,” Main maze mein karrahne lagi.

“Aise hi… aise hi… aise hi… aise hi chodo mujhe,” Shivangi karrahi.

“Maza aa raha hai, randiyo,” Karan ne hum dono se pucha.

“Haannn… haaannn… haaannn… aa raha hai… aa raha hai,” Main aur Shivangi saath mein bole.

“Tum log randi ho na,” Tarun bola.

“Haaan… haaannn… haaannn… hum randi hai… hum randi hai… hum randi hai,” Shivangi karrahi.

“Chodo hume… chodo hume… chodo hume… aise hi chodo hume,” main boli.

“Tumhe sadak par chudne mein maza aa tha hai,” Brijesh bola.

“Haan…. haaaannnn… haaaannn… bahut aata hai,” main karrahi.

Sulekha ka Nazariya:

Adhi raat ho chuki thi jab chudai khatam hui. Main aur Shivangi Flyover ke upar scooty ko dhakel rahe the. Hum dono ko hi nahi pata tha ki humare kapde kaha the.

Mere toh kafi pehle hi utar ke pheke ja chuke tha aur Shivangi ke kapde andhere mein kho gaye the. Hum dono nange road par scooty ko dhakel rahe the.

Ek ek karke teeno bikes ne hume par kiya. Ladko ne humare chutaro par thappad bajaye aur hume par karte hue muskuraye. Jab Karan ki bike ne hume paar kiya, usne humari taraf ek 100 rupey ka note feka.

“Tum dono ki chut ki keemat,” Karan jate hue bola.

Shivangi ruki aur jhukke paise utha liye.

“Ahh,” uthte hue Shivangi ne apni gaand pe haath laga ke dard mein karrahi.

“Kya kar rahi hai tu,” maine puchha.

“Paise utha rahi hoon,” Shivangi boli.

“Kis liye?”

“Yeh jo gaand mein dard seh rahi hoon, uski keemat toh le lu,” Shivangi boli.

“Teri gaand ki keemat 100 rupey hai?”

“Unn ladko ke logic se toh 25 rupey hai. 25 rupey cht ka. Aur baki 50 rupey apni gaand aur chut ka.”

“Zubaan band rakh aur dhakka maar. Ghar paas mein hi hai. Agar tune muh na khola hota toh aaj gaand na mari jaati,” maine gusse mein bola.

“Kyu natak kar rahi ho, Mom. Dard bhalehi ho raha ho, gaand marwane mein maza aapko bhi aaya hai aur mujhe be,” Shivangi boli.

“Chup kar aur dhakka maar.”

Kareeb 20-minute ke baat hum ghar pahuch gaye. Shivangi ne scooty jagah par khadi ki. Gate baand karke maine doorbell bajayi. Lena, meri beti, jo Shivangi se chhoti thi, ne darwaza khola.

Mujhe aur Shivangi ko nanga dekhke, turant hi uske muh se nikla, “Yeh Doctor ne chodke iss haal mein bheja hai ya kisi aur ne kaam lagay hai aap dono ka.”

Main aur Shivangi ek dosre ki taraf dekhke musurakye.

Toh dosto, yeh thi mari kahani. Iske aage kya hua yeh main bataugi agle bhaag mein. Tab tak ke liye, dhanyawad. Meri id hai [email protected]

Hi, ye story hai ek ladke ki jiska naam Harsh hai, aur uski nayi shadi hui thi Tripti se. Is kahani mein bahut saare naye mod aayenge, aur suspense bhi hoga. Sath mein bharpoor sex bhi aapko milega.

Is kahani mein group sex, couple, girlfriend sex, family sex, lesbo se bhi zyada maza milega. Sirf ek hi kahani mein, jiska naam hai “Sasural Genda Phool”. Ab kahani shuru karte hai-

Main Harsh, meri umar 25 saal hai, aur main dekhne mein acha hu. Mera body structure bhi acha hai aur regular exercise karke apne aap ko fit rakhta hu. Main naukari karta hu ek software developer company mein, aur main ek 2 bhk flat lekar akela hi rehta hu. Mere pariwar ke log mere se bahut door rehte hai.

Mere akele rehne ke kaaran khaana mujhe hi banana padta tha, aur is kaaran main kayi baar office ke liye late bhi ho chuka tha. Mera ek dost hai. Hum log baatein kar rahe the to wo bola-

Dost: Yaar tu shadi kyun nahi kar leta? Aur teri ye daily ki der se aane ki problem bhi khatam ho jayegi.

Mujhe bhi ye theek laga, aur maine usko bola: Yaar koi girlfriend to hai nahi, aur na hi hum yahan kisi ko pehchaante hai. Hum apni job mein busy rehte hai bas.

Do din baad mere dost ne fir mujhse kaha: Yaar ek ladki hai. Agar tu shaadi ke liye taiyaar hai to baat aage badhate hai.

Usne mujhe kaha: Ladki ka naam Tripti Kanoi hai, aur ye ek Rajasthani family hai. Ladki ka papa Kailash bank mein kaam karte hai, aur mummy uski housewife hai. Aur 2 chhoti behne hai, jo college jati hai.

Mere dost ne hi sab baat ki, aur main ladki ko dekhne gaya. Wo log kuch zyada hi paise waale the. Bada sa ghar, gaadi, sab kuch tha.

Maine Tripti ko dekha, to wo bala ki sundar thi. Main bhi handsome tha, to hamari jodi achi lag rahi thi. Tripti ka figure 34-28-34 ka tha, aur uske patle honth, bas mann kiya ki abhi choos lu.

Tripti ke papa aur mummy se baat hui, aur hamne rishta pakka kar diya. Mujhe baad mein pata chala ki wo logon ke standard ka main nahi tha, isliye Tripti ki mummy aur dono chhoti behne mujhe pasand nahi karti thi. Par Tripti ke kehne par rishta pakka ho gaya tha.

Meri dono saaliyan Pummy badi wali, aur Rani chhoti wali, to mujhse baat bhi nahi karti thi. Meri dono saaliyon ko paise aur apni sundarta ka bahut zyada ghamand tha. Kuch dino baad meri shadi Tripti se ho gayi, aur first night ko main ab dudh ke jaisi gori Tripti ko bina kapdon ke dekhne aur pyar karne ke liye marra jaa raha tha.

Raat hote hi meri dhadkan tez ho gayi. Main room ke andar jaise hi gaya, maine dekha laal jode mein Tripti bed par baithi mera intezaar kar rahi thi. Fir main uske paas baitha.

Main: Apni nayi zindagi mein tumhara swagat hai Tripti.

Tripti: Tumhe bhi Harsh.

Main uske paas jaa kar usko baahon mein lekar uski aankhon mein dekhne laga. Tripti nazar neeche jhuka leti hai, aur fir nazar utha kar dekhti hai, aur fir nazar jhuka leti hai.

Main: Tum bahut sundar ho Tripti. Tumhari ye aankhen samundar se bhi gehri hai. Mann karta hai tumhari aankhon mein doob jau. Tumhare ye gore jism aur sundarta ke aage to chand bhi sharma jayega.

Tripti: Harsh tum mujhe pehli hi nazar mein pasand aa gaye the. Tumhari personality mujhe bahut achi lagi. Tumhare andar ek akarshan hai, jo main khichi chali gayi.

Main Tripti ke bilkul kareeb gaya. Uske honth mere honthon ke bilkul paas the, aur garam saanse ek-doosre ke chehre par takra rahi thi. Maine der na karte hue apne hontho ko Tripti ke hontho se mila diya, aur uske patle lips ko choosne laga. Main Tripti ke muh ke andar apni jeebh daal kar gol-gol ghumane laga. Fir uski jeebh ko apne muh mein lekar choosne laga.

Tripti bhi mera sath deti hui meri jeebh ko apne muh mein kheechne lagi, aur choosne lagi. Itne mein mobile mein ring hui, to Tripti ne mobile mere hath se lekar bed ke neeche rakh diya.

Tripti: Mujhe tumhara poora dhyan sirf aur sirf mere upar chahiye aaj. Tum mere ho bas mere Harsh.

Main: Poora dhyan, mera poora dhyan seh paogi tum aaj?

Tripti: Haa mujhe tum poore chahiye.

Maine fir apne kapde khol diye, aur underwear ko bhi utaar diya, aur Tripti ke aage khada ho gaya. Maine Tripti ka hath pakad kar lund par rakha, aur wo aahista se lund hilane lagi.

Main: Muh mein lo Tripti,baur apne muh ki garmahat se mere lund ko chooso.

Tripti: Par ye ganda hai. Maine aisa kabhi nahi kiya hai. Main to ye muh mein lene ki soch bhi nahi sakti hu.

Main: To ab seekh lo. Karogi nahi to seekhogi kaise? Aur ganda nahi hai ye. Ye hi hai jo jannat dikhata hai.

Tripti (Apne mann mein sochte hue): Iska lund to itna bada hai, aur kitni buri gandh bhi aa rahi hai lund se.

Tripti fir lund ko hath se hilane lagi, aur apne face ko lund ke paas laa kar smell karne lagi. Fir wo apni saanso ko band karke lund ko muh mein lekar choosne lagi. Slurp! Slurp! Ki awaaz aane lagi.

Main: Haa acha choos rahi ho. Haa aise hi chooso, poora apne muh mein le lo, aur andar tak. Tripti haa, aise hi chooso aahhhh maza aaa raha hai.

Tripti: Sach mein? Aapko acha laga mera choosna?

Main: Haa Tripti, tum bahut acha choos rahi ho. Tumhare muh mein lund daal kar bahut acha lag raha hai.

Maine fir Tripti ka laal lehanga khola, aur wo ab sirf blouse aur satin ke petticoat mein mere saamne khadi thi. Maine Tripti ko upar se neeche tak dekha, aur meri nazar uski nabhi mein chali gayi, jo kaafi gehri thi. Main Tripti ki nabhi ko kiss karne laga, aur apni jeebh ko nabhi ke andar daal kar choosne laga.

Fir maine uske blouse ko khola aur uske petticoat ka naada khol kar petticoat bhi neeche gira diya. Waah kya nazara tha. Tripti ek laal rang ki half cup bra aur ek patli dori wali net ki panty mein khadi thi. Uska gora jism, laal rang ki panty bra, upar se dono hatho mein laal choodiyan, pairon mein payal, aur kamar mein ek kamar bandh tha.

Main apne dono hath uske boobs par rakha aur thoda sa dabaya. Fir bra ko bhi khol kar uske boobs, jo uske jism se bhi zyada gore the, unhe dabane laga.

Tripti: Aaahhh aahista karo Harsh. Inhe aaj pehli baar koi dekh raha hai, aur aise daba raha hai. Aaj tak ye sirf bra ke andar hi the, jo aaj tumhare liye baahar aaye hai.

Main boobs ke nipples ko ungli ke beech lekar dabane laga, aur ek boobs ko apne muh mein le kar choosne laga.

Tripti: Aahhh mere Harsh, mere bachhe, choos lo mere boobs ko. Aaj se ye sab tumhara hi hai. Mere boobs mera ye jism ab tumhara hai. Aaahhh Harsh, kaato nahi mere nipple ko. Oh itni zor se mat dabao ki nishan hi pad jaye boobs mein.

Fir main boobs chhodh ke Tripti ko bed par lita diya, aur uske upar aa kar uske lips ko ek baar fir kiss karne laga. Uske gaal ko kiss karne ke baad uski gardan ko kiss karte hue neeche panty ke paas aaya. Panty poori tarah se uski chut ke paani se geeli ho chuki thi, aur main uski mehak lete hue neeche uske gore pair ki aur chala gaya.

Main uske gore-gore pair ko apni jeebh se chaatne laga, aur fir pair ki ungliyon ko choosne ke baad fir se panty ke paas aaya. Main apne daanto mein panty ki dori ko lekar kheench diya, aur panty ko neeche sarka diya.

Tripti ki chikni chut mere saamne thi. Uski chut ek-dum chipki hui thi, aur chut ke paani ke kaaran wo chamak rahi thi.

Main: Ahh Tripti, aaj tak kya tumne kabhi bhi ungli nahi ki hai? Kaise chipki hui hai tumhari chut?

Ye bol kar main chut mein naak laga kar soonghne laga, aur uski mehak mere tann-badan ko hila kar rakh di.

Tripti: Ye sex ke baare mein sochne ka koi time hi nahi mila. Pehle girls school, fir studies mein busy, aur fir job dhoondh hi rahi thi ki shadi ho gayi.

Main apni jeebh nikaal kar chut mein laga diya, aur usme laga hua chut ka paani, jo pehle se hi baahar aa raha tha, usko chaatne laga. Fir main chut ko ungli se khola, aur jeebh ko uske andar daal kar choosne laga. Uska namkeen swaad mere muh mein aa raha tha, aur aur ek ungli chut ke andar daal kar andar-baahar karne laga.

Tripti: Aahhh Harsh aaahhh dard ho raha hai. Baahar karo ungli, aaahhh aaaahh hhhmmm ufffff kya kar rahe ho. Aaahhhh aahh Harsh kya tumhe ye choosna ganda nahi lag raha? Main jahan se peshab karti hu, wo choos rahe ho tum. Aahh haa Harsh, ye jo tum choos rahe ho, yahi chooso, maza aa raha hai.

Main: Meri jaan ye ganda kaise ho sakta hai. Tumhe main upar se neeche, aage se peeche, aise hi pyaar karunga. Abhi to bahut kuch hai jo karna hai. Mujhe darr tha kahin tumhe sex pasand nahi aaya to.

Tripti: Aaahhh poori life main iske hi intezaar mein thi, ki koi mere sath bhi aisa kare. Mujhe sex ke baare mein sab jaanna hai.

Main: Hum dono sath seekhenge Tripti.

Main fir chut mein 2 ungliyan aahista se daal diya, aur chut ke andar-baahar karne laga. Chut andar se poori garam ho chuki thi, aur chut ke andar poora gulabi rang dekh kar main fir ek baar chut chooste hue ungli karne laga.

Tripti: Oh, I am cumming! Meri chut jhad rahi hai Harsh (Aur wo hath se Harsh ka saar ko chut mein dabane lagi).

Main jaldi-jaldi chut mein ungli andar-baahar karne laga, aur uski chut ka paani peene laga. Uski chut se paani ke sath malayi aane lagi, jisko main chaat kar apne muh ke andar le liya.

Tripti jhadne ke baad bed par pair faila kar mujhe dekh rahi thi, aur boli: Harsh tumhare muh mein wo meri chut ki malayi lagi hai (aur fir hasne lagi).

Main fir Tripti ko pakad ke bed ke kone par le aaya, aur main khada ho kar uske pairon ko kandhe mein utha kar lund ko chut mein daalne laga. Chut zyada tight hone ke kaaran lund andar nahi jaa raha tha, aur fisal gaya. Maine fir se chut mein lund lagaya, aur ek dhakke ke sath hi lund andar daal diya.

Tripti: Aahhh nikalo isko aahhh, dard ho raha hai.

Maine lund ko kheench ke baahar kar diya. Mujhse Tripti ka dard nahi dekha gaya, aur uski chut mein jeebh laga kar fir se chaatne laga. Tripti kuch normal hui, aur fir boli-

Tripti: Ab daalo, par dheere se daalna.

Main: Darro mat, main tumhe chot nahi pahunchaunga (Aur lund fir se ek baar andar daal diya).

Tripti: Aahhhh dheere-dheere dalo Harsh, aahhh ha.

Main: Tum theek to ho na jaan?

Tripti: Haa main theek hu. Tum dalo, aur andar dalo aaahhh haa, aise hi aur thoda dalo haaa uffff isssss. Haa ruko. Haa ab fir dalo, ha ab hilao Harsh.

Maine lund ko thoda baahar ki aur kheencha, aur fir ek hi jhatke mein poora andar daal diya. Isse Tripti ki cheekh nikal gayi. Par main ab lund baahar nikaalta, aur ek jhatke mein andar-baahar karne laga, aur Tripti ko chodne laga.

Tripti: Aaahhh aahh aahh oh yes maza aa raha hai. Haa aise hi karte raho. Haa maza aa gaya Harsh aaahhh ooo yesssss fuck me like you wish. Tumhe jaise pasand hai waise chodo mujhe aahhh aahhh.

Main: Oh Tripti, tumhari ye tight gori chut mere poore lund ko andar tak khaa gayi hai. Lund tumhari chut ke andar gayab ho chuka hai.

Main fir uski taang ko kandhe se utha kar upar bed ki aur mod diya, aur usko chodne laga. Mujhe sach mein bahut maza de rahi thi Tripti.

Tripti: Aah aahh tumhare ye lund ke jhatke se mere boobs hil rahe hai dekho (aur fir boobs ko pakad kar wo khud dabane lagi). Mujhe chudai se bahut aanand aa raha hai. Meri chut fudak rahi hai. Oh Harsh, meri chut fudak rahi hai. Oh hmmmm yessss.

Poore kamre mein thap-thap fap-fap ki awaaz goonjne lagi, aur hum dono ki chudai ki gaadi chalti hi jaa rahi thi.

Tripti: Main jhad rahi hu Harsh. Main fir se jhad gayi hu. Meri chut ka paani baahar aane laga hai.

Main Tripti ko chod hi raha tha, lekin mera ho hi nahi raha tha. Tripti ki chut paani chhodhne ke kaaran chudai ki awaaz ab fach-fach ki aane lagi.

Tripti: Suno ek baat kahu Harsh, agar tum bura na maano to? Main upar aau tumhare?

Main: Bura? Mujhe to khushi hogi agar tum aisa karo.

Main bed par let gaya, aur Tripti mere lund par baith gayi, par doosri aur chehra karke. Ab uski gaand meri aur thi, aur uska chehra meri pair ki aur. Tripti mere lund ko chut ke andar karke usme baith kar upar-neeche hone lagi, aur main uski gaand dekh raha tha. Wo zor-zor se lund par uchalne lagi, aur aaahhh aahh karti jaa rahi thi.

Tripti: Aahh… Harsh is tarah to aur bhi zyada andar jaa raha hai lund. Aahhh ahhh maza aa raha hai mujhe.

Tripti: Yakeen nahi hota Harsh, ki main itna khul kar chud rahi hu. Aur tumse is tarah se gandi baat kar rahi hu.

Harsh: Tum idhar muh karke baitho, main tumhe dekhte hue chodna chaahta hu.

Tripti: Mujhe sharam aa rahi hai. Main tumhe dekhte hue nahi kar paungi.

Harsh: Sharmao mat, kamre mein hum dono akele hai. Yahan hum jo karte hai wo sirf hum dono tak hi rahega, aur ye ek raaz bana rahega.

Harsh: Meri taraf ghoomo.

Tripti: Oh nahi, mujhe sach mein sharam aati hai.

Harsh: Mujhe tumhe dekhna hai. Tumhari sundar aankhen dekhni hai.

Tripti: Theek hai, agar tumhe ye hi chahiye to.

Aur wo Harsh ke taraf muh kar ke ghoom gayi. Fir Tripti ki nazar Harsh se mili, to wo fir boli-

Tripti: Mujhe ajeeb lag raha hai Harsh.

Harsh: Tum dheere-dheere khul jaogi mujhe yakeen hai Tripti.

Aur main fir se usko dekhne laga. Usne aankhen neeche kar li thi, aur lund par koodne lagi.

To be continued…

I was sitting on the couch, waiting for Owi, my mind racing with anticipation.

I’d asked her to dress up as a tennis player. I imagined her in a slightly transparent white t-shirt and snug white shorts that hugged her curves. But when she walked in, she was wearing normal blue jeans and a crop top. My heart sank a little, though I tried not to show it.

Owi, ever perceptive, immediately noticed the slight disappointment in my eyes. She paused, then gave me a mischievous smile. “Daddy, I need to use the washroom urgently,” she said. Her voice was light but laced with something playful.

Before I could respond, she dashed off down the hallway. Her footsteps were soft against the floor. I leaned back, my curiosity piqued and waited. A few minutes later, she returned, and my jaw nearly hit the floor. She was wearing the tennis outfit I’d envisioned—perfectly.

The white t-shirt clung to her body, just sheer enough to hint at the curves beneath. The shorts hugged her hips. Revealing her toned legs and that tantalizing hint of skin where they met her thighs. She stood there, bold and confident, her lips curved into a seductive smirk.

“Daddy, how am I looking?” she asked. Her voice dropped into that husky tone that always sent shivers down my spine. She bit her finger lightly, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch.

“Come closer,” I said, my voice low and commanding, though it wavered slightly under the weight of my desire.

Owi didn’t hesitate. She stepped toward me. Her movements were deliberate and unhurried. As if she was savouring the way my eyes roamed over her body. When she was close enough, I reached out, my hand brushing against her hip. “You look damn hot,” I growled, my voice thick with need.

Without warning, I pulled her over my lap and spanked her hard. The sound echoed through the room, sharp and sudden. Owi let out a loud moan, her body arching slightly as the sensation coursed through her. Her hands gripped the couch for balance.

She turned to look at me, her eyes dark with desire. I didn’t stop there. I guided her to stand, then turned her around so her back was to me. My hands slid up her thighs. Her fingers traced the edge of her shorts before dipping beneath the fabric to grip her hips.

I leaned in, my lips brushed against the small of her back before trailing up to her belly button. Owi shivered, her breath hitching as I kissed her there, my tongue flicking lightly against her skin. “Daddy…” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

I could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her body responded to every touch, every kiss. My hands moved higher, sliding beneath her t-shirt to cup her breasts. Her nipples were already hard. I teased them gently, rolling them between my fingers. I continued to kiss and nip at her stomach.

Owi’s hands reached back, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pressed closer. Her breathing grew heavier more erratic, and I could feel the way her body trembled with anticipation. “Please…” she begged, her voice barely more than a whisper.

I pulled her t-shirt up, exposing her chest, and took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking gently. Owi gasped, her fingers tightening in my hair as she arched her back, offering herself to me completely. My free hand slid lower, tracing her shorts before dipping beneath to find her wet and ready.

Her moan was loud, almost desperate, as my fingers brushed against her clit. I teased her, circling it lightly before sliding a finger inside her. Owi’s body jerked, and she let out a keening whine, her hips rocking against my hand as I added a second finger.

“Daddy, please…” she begged again, her voice breaking. I curled my fingers inside her, finding that spot that made her cry out.

I didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. I could feel her body tightening, her muscles clenching around my fingers as she approached the edge. “Let go, kitten,” I murmured against her skin, my lips still brushing over her stomach. “Let me feel you cum for me.”

Owi’s hips bucked, her body writhing as she obeyed. Her orgasm crashed over her with a force that left her trembling. She went limp in my arms, her breathing ragged, her skin flushed. I held her close, my lips pressed against her shoulder as she came down from her high.

When she finally caught her breath, she turned in my arms. Her eyes met mine with a mix of love and need. “Daddy…” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with emotion.

I kissed her then, my lips claiming hers with a hunger that matched hers. Her hands slid up my chest. Her fingers tangled in my shirt’s fabric as she pressed closer. The heat between us was erotic, and I could feel her body responding to mine, her need already building again.

“More…” she breathed against my lips, her voice trembling with desire.

I pulled back slightly, my lips hovering just above hers, feeling the heat of her breath against my skin. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her desire palpable in the way she clung to me. “More?” I repeated softly, my voice low and teasing. I’d give her more, but not without making her squirm first.

Her eyes widened slightly as she nodded, her lips parting as if to plead. But I interrupted her with a finger pressed gently against her mouth. “Shh, little one. Patience,” I murmured, my voice dripping with amusement. I trailed my finger down her chin, over her neck.

Along the curve of her collarbone, watching as her breath hitched. She was responsive and sensitive to even the lightest touch, and I loved it. I gently shifted her so she was lying back on the couch, her dark hair fanning around her like a halo.

Her white tennis outfit clung to her body, the fabric stretched taut over her curves, and I took a moment to admire her. “You’re so beautiful,” I said, my voice soft but filled with sincerity. Her cheeks flushed, and she looked away shyly.

But I caught her chin gently, guiding her gaze back to mine. “Don’t look away, Owi. Let me see you.” Her eyes locked onto mine. I could see the trust and need swirling within them. I leaned down, brushing my lips against her neck, feeling her pulse quicken under my touch.

My hands moved to the hem of her little white skirt, my fingers grazing the smooth skin of her thighs as I slowly began to lift it. She moaned softly, her hips shifting as I exposed her white panties, the fabric damp with her arousal. “Already so wet for me,” I teased.

My fingers hooked into her panties. I pulled them down slowly, deliberately, watching the way her breath hitched as I revealed her glistening pussy. She was so pink, so perfect. I couldn’t resist running a single finger along her slit, gathering her juices before bringing it to my lips.

“Mmm, sweet,” I murmured, licking my finger clean.

Her eyes widened, her face flushing deeper as she watched me taste her. “Daddy…” she whimpered, her voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and desire.

“Do you want to try it?” I asked, my voice low and teasing. I dipped my finger into her again, gathering more of her arousal. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching mine, but then she nodded shyly. I brought my finger to her lips, watching.

She tentatively licked it, her tongue swirling around the tip before she closed her lips around it, sucking gently. “Good girl,” I praised, my voice rough with need. Her eyes fluttered shut as she tasted herself. I couldn’t resist touching her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

Her moan was muffled against my mouth, her hands tangling in my hair as I deepened the kiss, our tongues tangling as I pressed her further into the couch.

When I finally pulled back, she was panting, her chest heaving as she looked up at me with wide, lust-filled eyes. “Please…” she whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with so much need.

“Please, what, little one?” I asked, my voice low and teasing. I trailed my fingers along her inner thighs, just barely brushing against her sensitive skin.

“Please…touch me…” she pleaded, her hips lifting slightly as if to encourage me.

I chuckled softly, my fingers moving to her pussy, spreading her lips gently as I rubbed slow, deliberate circles around her clit. She gasped, her body arching off the couch as she cried out, her hands gripping the cushions tightly. “Like this?” I asked, my voice soft but filled with smug satisfaction.

I watched her writhe beneath me. “Yes…yes!” she moaned, her hips bucking as I continued to tease her. I could feel her wetness coating my fingers, her body trembling with need. I brought her closer and closer to the edge.

But just as she was about to tip over, I stopped, pulling my hand away and watching. She whined in frustration.

“Patience,” I reminded her, my voice firm but gentle as I leaned down to kiss her forehead. “I’m not done with you yet.”

She pouted slightly, her eyes pleading as she looked up at me. But I just smirked, moving down her body until I was between her legs. Her breath hitched. I pressed a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh. My hands gripped her hips to keep her still as I continued to tease her.

“Daddy…” she whimpered, her voice trembling with need.

“Shh, relax,” I murmured, my lips trailing up her thigh until I was finally at her pussy. I blew gently on her pussy, watching as she shivered in anticipation before I finally leaned in and licked a long, slow stripe up her slit. Her moan was loud and unrestrained.

Her hands flew to my hair as she tangled her fingers, urging me on. I continued to lick and suck at her pussy, my tongue swirling around her clit as I slid two fingers inside her, curling them slightly to hit that sweet spot that made her scream.

Her hips bucked against my face, her moans growing louder and more desperate as I brought her closer and closer to the edge. She was so close I could feel her walls tightening around my fingers, her body trembling as she teetered on the brink of her release.

But then I pulled away again, leaving her gasping and whimpering as she looked down at me with wide, desperate eyes. “Daddy, please…I’m so close…” she begged, her voice trembling with frustration.

I smirked up at her, my fingers still buried deep inside her as I pressed a soft kiss to her clit. “Beg for it,” I demanded, my voice low and rough with need.

“Please, Daddy, please let me cum…” she pleaded, her hips shifting restlessly as she tried to grind against my fingers. “I need it so bad, please…”

“Good girl,” I praised, my voice soft but filled with so much satisfaction. I finally gave her what she needed. I thrust my fingers into her faster, curling them just right. My tongue swirled around her clit, pushing her over the edge.

She screamed, her body convulsing as she came, her juices coating my fingers as I continued to fuck her through her orgasm. When she finally came down, she was limp and boneless, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. I pulled my fingers out of her.

Bringing them to my lips and licking them clean as I watched her with a smug smirk. “Taste so sweet, little one,” I murmured, leaning down to kiss her lips softly.

She kissed me back lazily, her body trembling as she tried to recover. “Daddy…” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with emotion.

“What is it, baby girl?” I asked, my voice gentle as I brushed her hair away from her face.

“I love you…” she whispered, her eyes meeting mine with so much trust and adoration that it made my chest ache.

“I love you too, Owi,” I replied, pressing another soft kiss to her lips before pulling her into my arms. She snuggled against me, her body warm and pliant as she sighed contentedly.

But even as I held her, I could feel the heat between us building again, her body already responding to mine in that way only she could. “Daddy…” she whispered again, her voice trembling with need.

“Yes, baby girl?” I asked, my voice low and teasing as I ran my hand down her back, feeling the way she shivered under my touch.

“I need you inside me…” she pleaded, her hips shifting restlessly against mine as she looked up at me with wide, desperate eyes. “Please…”

I smirked, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips. “Are you sure, little one?” I asked, my voice low and teasing as I ran my hand down her side, feeling how she trembled under my touch. “You’ve already cum twice. Do you think you can handle more?”

She nodded eagerly, her eyes filled with so much need that it made my cock throb. “Please, Daddy…I need you…” she whispered, her voice trembling with desperation.

I chuckled softly, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. “Alright, baby girl,” I murmured, my voice gentle but filled with promise. “Let me take care of you.”

And with that, I shifted her gently, positioning her on top of me as I guided myself to her entrance. She gasped as I slid into her, her body trembling as she buried her face in my neck. “Daddy…” she whimpered, her voice shaky as she clung to me.

“Shh, little one,” I murmured, my hands gripping her hips as I began to move. “Let me take care of you.”

Her moan was muffled against my skin as I thrust into her, her body trembling as she clung to me. “Daddy…faster…” she pleaded, her hips shifting restlessly as she tried to match my rhythm.

I smirked, gripping her hips tighter. I obliged, thrusting into her faster and harder, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room. Her moans grew louder, more desperate. I brought her closer and closer to the edge. Her body trembling with need as she teetered on the brink of her release.

“Cum for me, baby girl,” I growled, my voice low and rough with need as I felt her walls tightening around me. “Cum for Daddy.”

She screamed as she came, her body convulsing as she clung to me, her nails digging into my skin as she rode out her orgasm. I groaned, my release crashing over me as I spilt inside her, my body trembling as I held her close.

When we finally came down, she was limp and boneless. Her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath. I held her tightly, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as I whispered, “Good girl, Owi. My perfect little girl.”

She smiled lazily, her eyes fluttering shut as she snuggled against me. “I love you, Daddy…” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with emotion.

“I love you too, baby girl,” I replied, pressing another soft kiss to her lips before holding her close as we drifted off to sleep together.

I’m from Bangalore. If you loved this story, you can contact me at [email protected]. I will be waiting for your email. Xoxo

Let me change our first names to ‘Honey’ and ‘Bunny’. I hope you have already had the idea that Honey is the heroine of the story, and Bunny means your beginner writer and innocent boy. You may be thinking why I titled myself as “innocent” because this original story happened when we were in university, studying for our degree. Most of this story is like a paradise, which leaves a mark of the real saga of romance. Everyone knows that love stories that happened at the age of twenty always give us more refreshing energy in our college days; at the same time, we can’t forget them easily; they leave a big impression in our hearts.

More importantly, Bunny, influenced by his friends, parents, and personal experiences, believed that girls were high-maintenance and that love was a complex and risky endeavor. His parents’ advice to avoid love at all costs further solidified his belief. He concluded that love was not for him, and he decided to focus on other aspects of his life. However, his journey would eventually challenge these beliefs and prove him wrong. Also, this is my first time sharing my story with anyone, and my first time writing my story and sharing it with you all as well. Ignore my beginner mistakes and read it at your leisure.

Let’s dive into my story. As usual, I am going to college and coming home like a regular college boy, boring as usual, but one day there is an event happening in my college; there are some game stalls. Students come and play games, but we met at a stall in that event, and then I didn’t have any intention to love or anything at that moment, but unfortunately, fate has different plans. Without any knowledge of how to talk to girls, I started cheering her when she was playing the game, and at last, she won the game.

Finally, she looked at me, but I was busy talking with my friends. So, I didn’t give much notice to that look and expression of hers. Lastly, we parted our ways. The next day, she came to the event again and came to the same stall. Looking around, I thought she didn’t know that the stall was for a single-day event, so I went to tell her that info. When she saw me, she was very happy and smiled. Then suddenly my friends called me, so I went with my friends.

After the event wrapped up for the weekend, I received a message from an Instagram handle that simply said, “Hai.” I was surprised, thinking it was a fake profile. But then suddenly I remembered that profile name from long back, following my account, and thought of starting the conversation with my message like this:

Me (Bunny): Hi Honey, how are you, honey?

With that message, I thought for a second and checked her entire profile from top to bottom to see her picture, but unfortunately, she hasn’t posted any posts.

Me: Who is this?

Honey: We met at the event. Already forgot me?

Me: Yeah, not like that. I don’t know; this account is yours, and sorry again.

Honey: That’s fine. I’ve been following your account for 1 year.

Me: Really?

Because my profile is public, I don’t know who is following me and whose accounts those belonged to.

Honey: I know you from your classmates, and sometimes I travel on your bus from college to home.

Me: How do you know that my classmates and I don’t know we are on the same bus?

Honey: Yes, from girls’ gossip, and sometimes I use the same bus as you. You probably haven’t noticed me because you always go to the last seat without looking around.

Me: Yeah, I really don’t find it interesting, so I will put my headphones on with loud music and go to the back seat and lay on my seat.

Honey: I can understand

Me: What else, and where are you?

Honey: Home

Me: Okay, let’s meet on the bus tomorrow.

Me: Bye!

Honey: Okay, bye.

The next day, she surprised me with a box of silky smooth chocolates. It was the first time a girl had ever given me such a thoughtful gift. I felt like I was floating on cloud nine all day long. Over the next two months, our conversations deepened, and our bond grew stronger. A group of mutual friends, including a few girls, joined our circle. Honey seemed particularly comfortable around me. She often went out of her way to cook delicious meals, from breakfast to late-night snacks. And whenever another girl so much as glanced my way, a spark of jealousy would flash in her eyes. It was a whirlwind romance, filled with sweet surprises and heartwarming moments.

After four months of shared moments and growing affection, she finally confessed her feelings. Her voice, filled with a mix of nervousness and love, declared her feelings for me. Overwhelmed with joy, I reciprocated, expressing my own feelings for her. It was a moment of pure bliss, a culmination of shared dreams and unspoken desires.

Incidents: We decided to break away from the usual routine of video calls and meet in person at a quiet cafe outside college. To avoid unwanted attention, we chose a less crowded spot, a decision she seemed particularly pleased with. As we settled into a secluded corner table, she captured candid moments of me on my phone. The atmosphere was light and easy. We shared an ice cream, a simple gesture that transformed into a romantic moment as she playfully fed me a spoonful.

Her childlike joy and the sweetness of the ice cream made it a truly memorable experience. The moment was perfect, a stolen paradise. As she gently prodded my thoughts, her voice, a soft melody, pulled me back to the present. Then, in a swift, unexpected move, her lips brushed against my cheek. It was a fleeting touch, a stolen kiss, a spark igniting a fire within me. In that instant, the world stood still, and I knew I had been touched by magic. It was my first, a memory etched forever in my heart.

This is not over. One more thing happened after that kiss. I was nervous to ask her for one more romantic kiss from her beautiful lips to mine, and then I asked her, and by killing space between me and her, I went to her ear and finally asked her, and then she bit the edge of my ear playfully. I was shocked, but she was smiling, and then she suddenly called the waiter.

The waiter came, and then I ordered a strawberry milkshake, and then she got her drink, and she drank some and asked me, “Do you want some?” I told her okay. Then she didn’t give me a drink but did something different. I was shocked. She took a sip and kissed my lips, passing that milkshake from her tongue to mine. I was literally in heaven. I don’t know how to put it in words; I was shocked by the act. This is how she took my first kiss.

In the days that followed, we kissed both in person and on video calls. As usual, she asked me one day if we might meet up again over the weekend at our usual cafe. I picked her up on my bike, and after a lengthy trip, we headed to the beach. There, we kissed for a while while we watched the shore, and since it was our first long-term kiss, my cock got erect from the kiss. We kissed for about ten minutes and then stood there. Then, she rested her head on my lap and gazed into my eyes while I gazed into hers, engrossed in our own moment. After this meeting, I wondered for a while at home why my cock was still hard despite her being away.

I even believed that we had shared a kiss during our prior meetings, but my cock had never been this way before. I called her right away and spoke with her for a while. I was really anxious, so I finally asked her to send me some of her normal photos. She sent me some with adorable faces and typical selfies, and I was romantically enamored with them for the moment. After the call, I got my erect cock to spill some white liquid for the first time, and I was really happy & relaxed.

Let’s get into more romance now: One evening, during our usual call, she shared that she had just returned from the temple, dressed in a saree. Intrigued, I expressed my desire to see her in traditional attire, having only seen old photos of her in a saree. Playfully, she teased me, asking if I wanted to see her. Caught off guard, I hesitated, unsure of how to respond.

Sensing my uncertainty, she pressed further, and I finally mustered the courage to ask for a video call. After a brief tease, she agreed, and I eagerly awaited the sight of her in a saree. As the video call connected, I was struck by her beauty. It was as if I was seeing her for the first time, a breathtaking vision in a saree. The moment felt surreal, like a dream come true.

As the video call connected, I was struck by her beauty. She looked like a snow-white queen, her petite frame accentuated by the elegant saree. Her fair skin, reminiscent of Tamannaah Bhatia, glowed under the soft light. Her eyes, filled with a playful spark, held me captive. In that moment, I realized how lucky I was to have such a beautiful and charming girlfriend.

Here is the interesting part: While having this video call, she placed her phone on her bedside and moved to and fro, doing errands in her room. Then, picking her night dress from the closet, she put it aside, but I was keenly watching her actions.  She put her phone by her nightstand and went back and forth between her room, running errands, while she was on this video call. The most interesting part is this: My dick was already up and saluting her beauty when she abruptly came to the phone and asked me what I was doing. I pretended that I was staring into her lovely eyes, but she knew it was a lie.

Nevertheless, she kissed me a lot throughout the video chat since she was so adorable, and I asked her, “Can you show me your oranges?” without realizing it. What oranges, she then inquired? “Why are you calling them oranges?” she inquired as soon as I pointed to her breasts to tell her. I informed her that I wanted to go by that nickname going forward. She then stated bluntly, “Do you want to see them?” I’m not sure how to respond to this question since I’m worried about how she’ll respond if I ask her like a child asking for chocolate.

“Are you there, honey?” she said. She wanted to change her outfit and go out to dinner, so I said, “Yes, honey, I want to see them.” She then asked if she wanted me to end the call or if she wanted me to hang up. “Why are you acting like such a baby, honey, and these are your oranges?”

Me: In actuality, someone is more interested than I am.

Honey: Who is that?

Me: Dragon, honey, it’s yours.

Me: Meaning penis.

She was amazed by my response and requested me to show her my dragon in exchange. I replied, “Okay.” Honey was in a very good mood at the time, so she began the show by standing in front of her phone and slowly removing the safety pin from her saree.

She then moved her hands to my favorite part of the blouse, which I was waiting for with curiosity. I thought she was going to open it from the middle, but then she opened it from the side with a zip, and slowly she unzipped it. When the Pandora box finally opened, I was thrilled to see my oranges, and she began squeezing them by approaching her phone. That feeling truly made my life quite difficult. I immediately opened my zip and let my 7-sized dragon out since I was experiencing both pleasure and pain. When I saw her 34-sized breasts, my rod became really strong, almost like a straight pole.

In a matter of seconds, she took off all of her clothing, and I saw her lips simultaneously flushed and flushed. Without flinching my eyes, I could see every inch of her body as she progressively revealed it, taking more time. She was incredibly gorgeous. Her body cannot be adequately described in words. She then requested that I show her my dragon, which I did by moving my penis up and down with my hand. She was staring at it like a tiger that had just been fed. After 15 minutes of stroking, I finally felt my pre-cum, although it was difficult for a few seconds.

She then encouraged me in striking desirable positions for the second time, and after 10 minutes, I was satisfied by feeling more cum. After nearly two hours of this conversation, she asked if I was pleased. I assured her that I was and that I was grateful. After she said that my dragon was really nice, we laughed for a little while. She then asked me when she would have the opportunity to touch my dragon, and I replied that we would do so whenever it was possible.

I will be describing more events in the upcoming parts because there were some really interesting things that happened in my story with this girl. Please send any comments to “[email protected]”.

The knock came again, sharper this time, pulling me out of my thoughts. I was still groggy from the morning. The house was eerily quiet since my wife and Dilana had left for the train station. I glanced at the clock—8:30 AM. Who would be at my door this early?

I padded to the door, my bare feet silent on the cool tiles. Peering through the keyhole, my breath caught in my throat. Dilana. My heart raced as I fumbled with the lock, my hands suddenly unsteady.

The door creaked open, and there she stood, her long hair tied up in a messy bun, her glasses slightly askew. She was still in her travel clothes—a snug t-shirt and a pair of shorts that seemed to cling to her every curve.

“Hi, Dad,” she said, her voice soft but tinged with something I couldn’t quite place.

“Dilana?” I managed, my voice cracking slightly. “What are you doing here? I thought you and your mom left for the station.”

She stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, her presence filling the room in a way that made my chest tighten. “I forgot something,” she said casually, though her eyes lingered on me a beat too long. “Mom’s already on the train. She told me to come back here and get it.”

“Oh,” I stammered, closing the door behind her. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each more dangerous than the last. She’s alone here with me.

Dilana moved through the house with a familiarity that was both comforting and unsettling. She walked into the living room, her hips swaying just enough to make my mouth go dry. I followed her, my eyes instinctively dropping to the way her shorts hugged her thighs.

“What did you forget?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

She turned to face me, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Just something,” she said, her tone light. But her eyes held a weight that quickened my pulse. I couldn’t help but notice how her t-shirt clung to her chest, the fabric stretching just enough to hint at the curves underneath.

My thoughts drifted back to those Friday movie nights. The times I’d let my hands wander over my wife’s body while Dilana lay just a few feet away. Was she aware? Did she know how much she affected me?

Dilana stepped closer, her gaze locking onto mine. “You’ve been staring a lot lately, Dad,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

My stomach tightened at her words, and my mouth suddenly dry. She knew. She had to know.

“I—I don’t know what you mean,” I stammered, though the heat in her eyes told me she wasn’t buying it.

She took another step closer, her proximity making my skin tingle. “You’ve been watching me,” she continued, her voice low and steady. “I see the way you look at me. Especially when I’m in skirts.”

My breath hitched, my mind spinning. How could she be so bold? So direct?

“Dilana, I—” I started, but she cut me off, her hand reaching out to rest on my chest.

“It’s okay, Dad,” she said, her voice softening. “You don’t have to hide it. Not from me.”

Her touch was electric, sending a jolt of heat straight through me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my body responding in ways I knew I shouldn’t.

“You’re my daughter,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “This is wrong.”

She tilted her head, her lips curving into an innocent and seductive smile. “Is it?” she asked, her fingers trailing down my chest. “Because it doesn’t feel wrong to me.”

I swallowed hard, my hands instinctively reaching for her waist. Her skin was warm beneath my fingers, her breath coming in soft, shallow gasps.

“Dilana,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire. “We can’t—”

But she silenced me with a kiss, her lips pressing against mine in a way that made my head spin. Her body moulded to mine, her hands tangling in my hair as she deepened the kiss.

For a moment, I was lost in her, my mind blank except for the sensation of her against me. But then reality crashed down, and I pulled back, my chest heaving.

“We can’t do this,” I said, though my voice lacked conviction.

She looked up at me, her eyes dark with desire. “Why not?” she asked, her tone challenging. “We’re alone. No one has to know.”

I hesitated, my resolve crumbling under the weight of her gaze. She was right—we were alone. No one would ever find out.

But still, a part of me knew this was dangerous. She was my daughter. She must have seen the conflict in my eyes. She stepped closer, her hands resting on my shoulders. “Don’t think about it, Dad,” she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. “Just feel.”

And then she kissed me again, harder this time, her body pressing against mine in a way that left no room for doubt. My hands moved of their own accord, sliding down her back to grip her hips. I kissed her back with equal fervour.

Her moan was soft, almost inaudible, but it sent a shiver down my spine. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of my shirt, her touch desperate and needy.

“Dilana,” I groaned, my voice thick with desire. “We—we need to stop.”

But she didn’t listen, her hands slipping beneath my shirt to explore the planes of my chest. Her touch was intoxicating, her nails dragging lightly over my skin as she kissed me again.

I knew I should push her away, should stop this before it went too far. But every fibre of my being was screaming for her. My body responded in ways I couldn’t control.

Her hands moved lower, her fingers brushing against the waistband of my pyjamas. My breath caught in my throat, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure she could hear it.

“Dilana,” I gasped, my voice trembling. “We can’t—”

But she cut me off again, her lips trailing down my neck as her hands worked to tug my pyjamas down. “Shh,” she murmured, her voice soft but firm. “Just let me do this.”

Then her hand was on me, her gentle touch making my knees weak. I groaned, my head falling back as her fingers wrapped around me, stroking slowly, deliberately.

“That’s it, Dad,” she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. “Just relax.”

But there was no relaxing, not with her touching me like this. My hands gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her skin. She continued to stroke me, her movements growing more confident with each passing second.

“Dilana,” I moaned, my voice barely recognizable. “You—you need to stop.”

But she didn’t. Instead, she dropped to her knees, her eyes locking onto mine as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the tip of me.

“No,” I groaned, though my body was betraying me, my hips arching toward her involuntarily. “We can’t—”

But then her mouth was on me, her tongue swirling around the tip in a way that made my entire body shudder. My hands tangled in her hair, my fingers gripping tightly. She took more of me into her mouth, her movements slow and deliberate.

“Fuck,” I gasped, my head falling back as she sucked me deeper, her tongue working in ways that made it impossible to think.

Her hands gripped my hips, her nails digging into my skin as she bobbed her head, taking more and more of me with each pass. The sensation was overwhelming, my body trembling as she brought me closer and closer to the edge.

And just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, she pulled back, her lips swollen and glistening as she looked up at me, her eyes dark with desire.

“Dad,” she whispered, her voice soft but laced with need. “I want you.”

My heart stopped for a moment, her words sending a jolt of heat straight through me. She wants me.

But before I could respond, she stood, her hands moving to the waistband of her shorts. She tugged them down, along with her panties, her movements slow and deliberate.

And then she was standing there, completely bare, her body on full display. My breath caught in my throat, my eyes roaming over her curves, her perfect, flawless skin.

“Dad,” she said again, her voice trembling. “Please.”

And that was it—that one word, one plea, shattered whatever resolve I had left. My hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer. I kissed her with everything I had.

She moaned into my mouth, her body arching against mine as my hands roamed over her skin, exploring every inch of her. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but one thing was clear—I wanted her. I needed her.

And as I lifted her onto the couch, her legs wrapping around my waist, I knew there was no turning back. The room was filled with the sounds of our breathing, skin against skin. We whispered words that neither of us could take back.

And as I slid into her, her body was tight and welcoming around me. I knew that this was it. There was no going back from this. But at that moment, I didn’t care. All I cared about was her, the way she felt beneath me. The way she moaned my name as I moved inside her.

As we moved together, lost in each other, I knew this was just the beginning. I stared at the ceiling, my heart pounding. The weight of what had just happened settled over me like a thick, suffocating fog. Dilana lay beside me, her breathing uneven, her body trembling.

Her tears had dried. But the redness in her eyes was a stark reminder of the line I had crossed. The guilt gnawed at me, sharp and unrelenting. What have I done? The question echoed in my mind. But there was no answer or justification to ease the storm inside me.

The guilt clawed at my conscience. But another part of me felt something darker and more primal. The way she had looked at me, the way she had moaned my name, the way her body had responded to mine—it had awakened something in me that I couldn’t ignore.

She wanted this. She wanted me. The thought was dangerous and intoxicating. It sent a surge of heat through me that I couldn’t suppress. I turned to look at her. Her body was still flushed, her skin glowing in the room’s dim light. She was beautiful, ethereal.

In that moment, she was mine. Mine. The word echoed in my head. I felt a need to claim her again, to make sure she knew who she belonged to.

“Diana,” I said, my voice low and rough. She turned to look at me, her eyes wide and filled with a mix of fear and something else—something that made my pulse quicken. “You wanted this,” I continued, my tone firm, almost commanding. “You wanted me. So now, it’s my way. Understand?”

She hesitated for a moment before nodding, her lips trembling as she whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”

The sound of her calling me sent a jolt of electricity through me. I felt myself getting hard again. I reached out, my fingers brushing against her cheek before sliding down to her neck. I could feel her pulse racing beneath my touch, and it only fueled my desire.

I leaned in, my lips grazing her ear as I whispered, “You’re mine now. And I’m going to show you what that means.” Before she could respond, I grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her stomach, my hand coming down on her ass with a sharp slap.

She gasped, her body jerking in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she arched her back, her ass pressing against me in a way that made my cock twitch with anticipation. I slapped her again, harder this time, and she moaned, the sound sending a rush of heat straight to my groin.

She likes it. The realization made me even more determined to punish her. To make her feel every bit of the dominance coursing through me. I spread her legs, my hands gripping her hips. I positioned myself at her entrance. She was still wet, her body welcoming me as I pushed inside her.

She gasped, her hands gripping the sheets as I began to move, each thrust harder, rougher than the last.

“Daddy, please,” she whimpered, her voice breaking as tears welled up in her eyes again. “It’s too much. I can’t take it.”

“I don’t care,” I growled, my hands tightening on her hips as I continued to pound into her. “You wanted this, Diana. You wanted me. So now, you’re going to take it. All of it.”

Her cries only spurred me on, and I fucked her with a raw intensity that was almost primal. I wanted to claim her, to make sure she knew who she belonged to. I wanted to make her feel every inch of me, to leave her breathless and broken.

But as I looked down at her, her body trembling beneath me, her tears streaming down her face, I felt a pang of guilt. Am I going too far? The thought was fleeting, though, as the pleasure took over. I found myself lost in the sensation of her tightness around me.

Finally, I couldn’t hold back anymore, and with a groan, I came inside her, my body shuddering with the force of my release. I collapsed on top of her, my breathing ragged. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

But before I could catch my breath, I felt her shift beneath me, her hand reaching up to touch my face. I looked down at her, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and something else—something that made my chest tighten.

“Daddy,” she whispered, her voice soft and trembling. “I… I never imagined you’d be so… so rough. It hurts… but… I love it.”

Her words sent a jolt of heat through me, and I felt myself getting hard again. She loves it. The thought was thrilling and terrifying, making me want to claim her all over again.

But before I could act on that impulse, she reached up, her fingers brushing against my lips. She whispered, “Please, Daddy… fuck my mouth.” The request was unexpected, but it ignited something in me, a need to dominate her completely.

I moved off of her, my hands gripping her shoulders as I guided her to her knees. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and filled with fear and anticipation. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as I positioned myself at her lips.  She opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to taste me.

I groaned, the sensation almost too much to bear. I pushed into her mouth, my hands tightening in her hair as I began to thrust, each movement rough and demanding. She gagged, her tears streaming down her face, but she didn’t pull away.

Instead, she looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and something else—something that made my cock throb with need. I fucked her mouth with the same intensity that I had fucked her pussy, each thrust harder, rougher than the last. Her cries were muffled, her body trembling as I dominated her.

Finally, I couldn’t hold back anymore, and with a groan, I cum in her mouth, my body shuddering with the force of my release. She swallowed, her eyes wide as she looked up at me. Her lips trembled as she whispered, “Daddy… that was… so intense. I… I can’t believe you…”

But before she could finish, I pulled away, my cock still hard as I looked down at her. She’s mine. The thought was all-consuming, and I knew that I would never be able to let her go.

But as I reached down to grab her again, she looked up at me, her eyes filled with tears as she whispered, “Daddy… please… I’m not sure I can take anymore…”

I hesitated, my hand hovering over her.

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