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Hi, this is Shaan. I am 19 years old and live with my parents. My Mom is Nazia. She is 35 years old and has an amazing figure of 36-30-36. In the previous part, you read how my bull friend Raj fucked her in the kitchen when he came to study along with me.

The next day in college, during a break, I met Raj. I caught his hand and told him how thankful I was for helping my Mom get pleasure from her life. Raj smiled and asked me, “Did you have pleasure, too?”

I told him that I got leaked twice watching them fucking, and it’s the best experience. He then told me that it is called cum, and it gets when our dick is hard due to sexual desire. I told him that I never got that hard till I watched my Mom getting fucked.

He said that quite often nowadays, watching someone getting fucked or watching porn will make the dick hard. I asked him if he could share some porn with me. He gave me a link from where I can watch porn. That night I watched porn for the first time, and it was so hot.

I stroked my dick throughout the night. I watched mostly ‘Mom fucked by son’s friend,’ ‘Mom fucked by a neighbour’, and some cheating gf/wife porn. It was so hot, and the pleasure was immense.

The next morning, I got sick due to a lack of sleep. That evening, Raj and Gautami visited my house. Gautami sat with me while Raj went to help my Mom in the kitchen. Gautami wore a low-neck kurti. She bent forward and held my hand.

I could get a glimpse of her dusky cleavage and see that she wore a black bra that day. While we were still chatting, Raj came back after half an hour. I was not sure what happened in that half an hour in the kitchen. But Gautami was still in the same position and was sitting.

Raj, who was standing, could see her cleavage as well as he was standing on the other side of the bed opposite to Gautami. I found it hot watching my friend looking at my gf’s deep cleavage. I noticed a bulge forming in Raj’s pants, and it made me hard, too.

I saw Raj looking at Gautami with lust in his eyes. In the next couple of days, I got well and went to college. I found Gautami and Raj to be so close. When I asked about it, Gautami said that he seemed to be a good guy and that he was her best friend.

I found it strange how she could become so close to a person in just 5 days. I took Gautami’s phone and checked her WhatsApp and Instagram accounts. I found that Gautami and Raj were chatting a lot. I noticed Gautami sent a blushing emoji every time Raj flirted with her.

I also found many one-time view pics on Instagram. They were also chatting dirty, but not directly. But one can understand that they will soon fuck reading those chats.

Next weekend, my Dad has to leave for work in another city. Strangely, my Mom asked me to call Raj so he would be with us for the two days as we were alone.

The day finally arrived, and Raj came home at around 9 PM and rang the bell. My Mom, dressed in a saree, went to open the door and welcomed him inside. She wore a semi-transparent chiffon saree. Her deep navel is visible. She looked so sexy in the saree.

We had dinner together while she sat beside Raj and ate. Around 10:30, I called Raj to my room and told him not to close the bedroom door. He smiled and pulled my hand, and placed it on his dick. It was already semi-hard, and he asked me to suck it. I pulled his zip down and took his dick out.

He shaved his dick, and I took it in my mouth and started to suck it. I was getting hard while sucking his dick. I took my dick out and started to stroke it, sucking his. My Mom called us to watch a movie in the meantime. It was Sunday the next day.

I sat on a separate couch while my Mom and Raj sat on one. It was chilly, and my Mom covered herself with a blanket. After a few minutes, Raj joined her inside the blanket. It was a hot movie with many romantic scenes. When it was half of the movie, I noticed them. My Mom closed her eyes in pleasure.

I don’t know why, but I looked down. I saw the area between her legs had some movement. Raj noticed me looking at them and signalled me to go to my room. I told them that I was tired and went to bed. I was watching them from my room with my door half closed.

Once my door was closed, my Mom threw the blanket away. I could see her saree was raised to her waist, and her panties were pulled down to her knees. Raj pulled the panties off my Mom’s knees. He buried his face between my Mom’s legs, spreading them wide.

My Mom arched her body. Holding his head closer to her pussy, my Mom moaned, “Ah, Raj, I have never felt the pleasure of this sort in my life. Eat my pussy, Raj, eat my married Muslim pussy.” Listening to my Mom’s words, Raj adjusted himself to the couch and went deeper.

My Mom took his hands and placed them on her boobs. She began to press her boobs using Raj’s hands. Raj was squeezing my Mom’s heavy boobs with his hands. His tongue was going deeper and deeper into my Mom’s pussy. Suddenly, my Mom covered her mouth with her hand and moaned so loud.

She got her orgasm, and Raj came out from between her legs. He smiled at Mom, who was lying on the couch with her saree and petticoat raised to her waist. Her face was with complete satisfaction. Raj undressed and waved his huge cock to my Mom.

My Mom sat up on the couch and pulled him closer by holding his dick. Raj pulled my Mom’s pallu away and removed her blouse. My Mom gulped his dick into her mouth and tried to take his whole dick down her throat. But since he has a huge dick, she couldn’t take it down.

Raj placed his hand on my Mom’s head and moved his ass front and back fucking my Mom’s mouth slowly. The gagging sounds filled the room. My Mom pulled out his wet dick off her mouth and lifted it. She took his balls in her mouth and started to suck them.

Raj also has huge balls, and my Mom licked them with her tongue first before taking them in her mouth. She was pressing one of them while sucking the other in her mouth. She is stroking Raj’s dick with the other hand. Raj was about to cum and started to moan.

Mom now started to stroke his dick faster, placing it over her boobs. She was licking his dick tip while stroking. Raj came at once, and all his thick cum fell on my Mom’s boobs. My Mom shook his dick till the last drop of his cum fell in her boobs.

She licked the cum remaining from his dick and then spread his cum all over her boobs. She then took her boobs in her hands and licked them with her mouth. Raj was watching all this, smiling and stroking his dick.

All of a sudden, there was someone at the door ringing the doorbell. My Mom and Raj were in shock, and they searched for their clothes immediately. My Mom asked Raj to get into my room. She ran for her clothes, collected them and ran to the bedroom.

She came out within a minute in a nightie and ran towards the door, tying her hair into a bun. Raj and I could see her huge boobs bouncing as she ran towards the door. She opened the door, but we couldn’t see who it was. After a minute, she walked in, followed by Ramesh behind her.

He had a bottle of wine and flowers in his hand. He was scanning my Mom, walking behind her while my Mom was smiling.

She asked him to sit on the couch on which she had the fun till now. She went back to the bedroom. Ramesh placed the wine bottle on the table and went to the kitchen to get glasses. I was like, what the fuck is happening? My Mom had fun with my friend till now, and Ramesh is here now.

Will he take advantage of my Mom being alone with my father out of station? We heard the bedroom door open, and my Mom walked out in the sexy saree. She raised her hands to tie her hair again. Ramesh exclaimed, “Wow,” looking at my Mom’s milky white shaved armpits.

As she went closer to him, Ramesh said, “Wow, you look stunning, Nazia.” He took my Mom’s hand and kissed it, making my Mom blush. She saw the wine bottle and the flowers on the table.

Ramesh picked the flowers up and gave them to my Mom, saying, “To the most beautiful women I have seen in recent times.” My Mom blushed, took the flowers, and sat opposite him.

Will let you know what happened in the next part. Did my Mom drink along with Ramesh, and did Ramesh take this opportunity? Did he make use of it? Did my Mom spread her legs to a 60-year-old man, too? Will let you know soon. Tell me how you felt reading the story to [email protected]. Bye.

Arnav’s fingers flew across his phone’s screen, typing out a message with a mischievous grin on his face. He was about to take the ultimate revenge on his manager, Deepali, and the plan was deliciously devious. Arnav had always been a loyal and hardworking employee, but Deepali’s recent betrayal had ignited a fire in him, a desire for retribution. Little did Deepali know, her own daughter, Mrudhula, would be his secret weapon.

He found Mrudhula’s contact in his phone, a connection made when they had met at a company event. With a tap, he opened the chat, ready to initiate his scheme.

Arnav: Hey there, Mrudhula. It’s Arnav. Long time, no talk. How’s life treating you?

The response was almost immediate, as if she had been waiting for his message.

Mrudhula: Arnav! Wow, it’s been ages. I am doing well, just started college. How about you? Still slaving away at work?

Arnav: Yeah, work’s been keeping me busy. But I wanted to reach out and see how you’re doing. You know, we should catch up sometime. Maybe grab a coffee?

Mrudhula: Oh, that would be nice! I’d love to get away from my books for a bit. And I’ve always enjoyed our chats. You’re the only person at my mom’s work I actually like!

Arnav felt a tingle of excitement as he read her words. He knew his charm and good looks had always caught her attention, and he intended to use it to his advantage.

Arnav: Flattery will get you everywhere, young lady. I must admit, I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.

Mrudhula’s reply was accompanied by a blushing emoji, indicating her shyness.

Mrudhula: Really? I… I mean, I think about you too sometimes. You’re so… different from the guys at college.

Arnav: Different, huh? How so?

Mrudhula: Well, you’re more… mature, I guess. And you have this air of confidence. It’s kind of hot, actually.

Arnav’s grin widened as he typed his next message, his tone turning slightly flirtatious.

Arnav: Glad you think so. You’re not so bad yourself, you know. I bet you drive the boys crazy with those long black locks of yours.

Mrudhula giggled, a sound he imagined was adorable.

Mrudhula: Oh, stop it! You’re making me blush even more. But I do love driving people crazy with my looks. It’s a talent, I guess.

Arnav: A talent indeed. And one I’d love to experience more of. Tell me, Mrudhula, have you ever had a real man show you what pleasure is all about?

The conversation was heating up, and Arnav could sense Mrudhula’s curiosity and interest growing.

Mrudhula: I… I don’t know what you mean. I’m just a college girl.

Arnav: Oh, but you’re not just any girl. You’re a woman with desires, and I can help you explore them. I can be your guide, your teacher, and your master, if you let me.

Mrudhula’s breath quickened as she read his words. She had never been spoken to like this before, and the thought of Arnav taking control sent a shiver down her spine.

Mrudhula: I… I don’t know what to say. I’ve never done anything like this.

Arnav: You don’t have to say anything, my sweet girl. Just trust me, and we can take this journey together. I’ll teach you things that will make your body sing and your mind surrender.

The temptation was too much for Mrudhula to resist. She wanted to experience the unknown, and Arnav’s dominant tone left her breathless.

Mrudhula: Okay… I trust you, Arnav. Teach me, please.

Arnav: Excellent choice, my dear. Now, I want you to start by doing something for me. It’s a little task to show your dedication.

Mrudhula’s heart raced, anticipating his command.

Arnav: Go to your room, and I want you to slap yourself. Hard. Five times on each cheek.

Mrudhula’s eyes widened, but she didn’t hesitate. She wanted to please him, to show her submission.

Mrudhula: Okay, I’ll do it.

Arnav: Good girl. Send me a video when you are done. I want to see that beautiful face of yours turning red.

Without further delay, Mrudhula rushed to her room, her heart pounding with anticipation. She lifted her hand and delivered the first slap, the sound echoing in the quiet room. The sting of the impact made her gasp, but she persisted, delivering four more sharp slaps to her right cheek. The initial shock turned into a strange mix of pain and pleasure, and she couldn’t help but moan softly. Repeating the action on her left cheek, she felt her body responding to Arnav’s command, her nipples hardening beneath her shirt.

Quickly, she recorded a short video, her cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She sent it to Arnav, eager for his reaction.

Arnav’s phone lit up with the incoming video, and he watched with a satisfied smirk.

Arnav: Perfect, Mrudhula. You are a natural at this. Now, I want you to kneel on the floor and bow your head. Assume the position of a true submissive.

Mrudhula’s fingers trembled as she read his words, but she obeyed without question. Kneeling on the cold hardwood floor, she lowered her head, her long hair cascading around her, creating an intimate atmosphere.

Arnav: Excellent. Now, tell me, do you have any secret fantasies? Any fetishes you’ve been too shy to explore?

Mrudhula’s voice was barely a whisper as she replied, her face still bowed.

Mrudhula: I… I’ve always been curious about BDSM. And I have a small tattoo on my lower back, a secret I’ve never shown anyone.

Arnav: Oh, a tattoo, huh? I love a woman with a little mystery. And BDSM is a world I can introduce you to, my sweet submissive. But first, I want you to do something else for me.

Mrudhula’s curiosity was piqued, her body tingling with anticipation.

Arnav: Go to the bathroom and turn on the shower, making it as cold as you can. I want you to step under that icy water, and I want you to rub your pussy with ice cubes until you’re trembling.

Mrudhula’s eyes widened at the explicit command, but she was eager to please her new master. She hurried to the bathroom, her heart racing with excitement and nervousness. As the cold water enveloped her body, she shivered, her nipples hardening into tight buds. Taking an ice cube from the tray, she traced it down her stomach, feeling the coldness against her heated skin. With a trembling hand, she brought the cube to her pussy, gasping as the coldness made contact with her sensitive clit.

Arnav’s phone buzzed with a new video, and he watched with dark satisfaction as Mrudhula carried out his command. Her moans of pleasure and discomfort filled the video, and he could see her body trembling, her hands working feverishly.

Arnav: You’re doing so well, Mrudhula. Now, I want you to pinch your nipples, hard. Make them as hard as you can, and send me a photo.

Mrudhula’s fingers reached for her breasts, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She pinched her nipples, twisting and pulling them, her breath coming in short gasps. With shaking hands, she snapped a photo, her breasts heaving, and sent it to Arnav.

Arnav’s response was swift.

Arnav: Beautiful. Now, I want you to touch yourself, but not to orgasm. Tease yourself, finger your pussy, but stop before you cum.

Mrudhula’s body was on fire, her pussy throbbing with need. She lay back in the cold water, her legs spread, and slid her fingers between her folds, moaning as she began to pleasure herself. Her fingers worked their magic, but just as she was about to climax, she stopped, her body shaking with the effort.

The days that followed were a blur of sensual commands and forbidden pleasures. Arnav pushed Mrudhula’s boundaries, and she reveled in her newfound submission. Their virtual encounters became more intense, with Mrudhula masturbating on video calls, her moans filling the air as she brought herself to the edge of orgasm, only to be denied release.

One night, Arnav’s demands became even more explicit.

Arnav: I want you to get on your knees, Mrudhula. I want you to imagine my hard cock in front of you, and I want you to suck it. Suck it like you’ve never sucked before.

Mrudhula’s breath quickened as she followed his instructions, her imagination taking over. She knelt on her bed, her eyes closed, and imagined Arnav’s thick cock, its veins throbbing with desire. She took it into her mouth, her lips sliding down its length, her tongue swirling around the head. She sucked and moaned, her hand mimicking the action of her mouth, her other hand squeezing her breast.

“Oh, Daddy,” she whispered into the phone, her voice hoarse with desire. “I want to please you, Master. I’ll do anything you say.”

Arnav’s voice was thick with desire as he replied.

Arnav: That’s it, my good girl. You’re doing so well. Now, I want you to finger your pussy again, but this time, I want you to taste yourself. Lick your fingers clean, and tell me how sweet your cum is.

Mrudhula’s fingers slid between her legs, her body on fire. She thrust two fingers deep inside, moaning as she filled herself, her pussy gripping her fingers. Withdrawing her fingers, she brought them to her mouth, her eyes closing as she savored her own taste.

“Mmm, I taste so good, Daddy,” she purred into the phone. “I want more. Please, Master, I need your cock inside me.”

Arnav’s breath was ragged as he listened to her words, his own desire reaching a fever pitch.

Arnav: You’re an amazing submissive, Mrudhula. I’m eager to have you in person, to truly claim your body as mine. But for now, I want you to edge yourself again. Bring yourself to the brink, but don’t you dare cum.

Mrudhula’s body trembled as she obeyed, her fingers working frantically, her moans filling the room. She was so close, her body begging for release, but she stopped, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

As the call ended, Mrudhula lay back, her body quivering, her pussy throbbing with unfulfilled desire. She knew this was just the beginning, and she couldn’t wait to see what Arnav had in store for her next.

The revenge plot had taken an unexpected turn, but Arnav was determined to take this game as far as it could go, and Mrudhula was more than willing to follow his lead, all to make her mom realize the consequences of betrayal.

Hello readers, myself Rohini, a well-known bhabhi. I am 36, married for almost 12 saal. Yeh karib 12 saal pheli ki baat hai jab me ek Kunal nam ke bande ke sath meri shadi hui aur mein apne adulthood mein apni jindagi enjoy karni chati thi. Sab kuch karna chati thi jo mere umr ke bacche karte hai, lekin mein kar nahi payi aur ghar wale ne meri shaadi kardi.

Hamari new shadi hui thi, isliye sab kuch sahi chalu tha. Kunal ji bhi mujhe wakt diya karte the aur wo bed pr bhi mujhe bhot saara quality time diya karte the. Aur woh dikhne mein bhi ache the. Unki height kahan 5’7 thi aur unka rang gora tha. Humara sab kuch sahi chal raha tha, ye sab hote hote hamari shadi ko 1 month complete hua aur hamne uss din cake cut karke din bhi manaya.

Pr uss he raat Kunal ji ko phone aaya ki unhe 3 months ke liye bhar London jana hai. Yeh sunke meh bhot dukhi hui ki agle 3 mahine mein kese nikalungi toh mujhe akela feel na ho. Isliye Kunal ji ne apne mom dad ko Goa se bulaya ki muzhe akela feel na ho. Isliye toh kesa kesa din jaa rahe the, ek din ek mahine ke barabar jaa raha tha fir kese kese 2 months nikal gye.

Fir Kunal ji ke parents ko bhi Goa se phone aaya ki unke kisi relative ki death hoyi thi toh wo chale gye. Toh me akele rahi thi. Me sex ki bukki thi, pr Kunal ke alava mene kissi mard ko dekha tak nahi tha. Mein roj porn videos dekhke fingering karke vakt gujarta karti thi aur Kunal ko phone karke bolti thi jaldi se jaldi aane ka prayas karo, tumhari biwi bhot sex ki bukhi hai. Toh apne saare kapde utar deti hu aur apne aap ko mirror mein dekhti hu.

Mera fig (34-30-36) me apne aap ko dekhke dimag mein bol rahi thi ki mere pass sab kuch hai jo ek admi ko sex karne ke liye chaiye aur me fingering karne ke liye badhi aur TV ka volume bhot rakha aur mere dimag mein ek masala pakk raha tha. Toh mene ek silk ki saree apne badan par phen li aur undergarments kuch bhi nahi phena. Kyuki wo silk ki saree mere badan par chipk gyi aur mere boobs ke nipple visible thaye, mere curves visible thaye.

Toh mene phone liya photos nikalne ke liye aur socha ki Kunal ji ki bhej dungi aur unhe ghar pe Mumbai aane uthasit karungi. Utne mein mere ghar ke door ki ring bajaye aur mene bola, “Kon hai ji?” Toh reply aaya, “Zakir Hu, mam sahab.” Toh jab maine samajhe ki wo watchman tha jo daily basis vegetables provide karti tha, maine socha ki isse wo vegetables ki bag lekr jaldi jaldi bhaga dungi. Pr mene as under kuch nahi phena tha, bs upar se silk ki saree thi. Toh maine bola, “Wait for 3 mins.” Aur quickly mera bra phena aur phir wahi silk saree lagi top par cover karne ke liye. Par abhi bhi meri curves visible thaye.

Jab main door open kari, Zakir ko dekha tha ki wo mujhe top to bottom dek raha hai. Maine usse bola ki, “Mujhe quickly vegetables do.” Zakir 6ft tall tha aur unka rang brownish tha, 5 saal older tha. Wo har baar mujhe stare karta aur hands touch karta tha jab mujhe kuch dete ya lete the. Toh jab maine vegetables le liye aur door band karne lagti, wo interrupt kia aur bola, “Mam saheb, jara ruko na… mujhe nimbu pani dijiye, bhar bhot garmi hai.” Usne bhot masum aur ache tarike se bola isliye maine agreed aur bola ki, “Wait here only, I’ll bring you nimbu pani.”

Jab main ghar se chali thi, maine socha tha ki wo mujhe back side enjoy kar raha hoga kyuki mujhe half body naked tha. Par sudhhan mein samajhe ki koi kitchen mein hai aur wo Zakir tha. Wo bola ki usko pee (toilet) jana hai. Toh maine usse deny kaise kar sakta. Wo quickly nimbu pani piye aur toilet jaye. Jab wo aaye, wo bola ki, “Mam saheb, please muzhe yaha 5 min baithne dijiye, bhar bhot garmi hai, meh bimar pad jaunga.” Usne bhot masum aur ache tarike se bola isliye maine agreed. Wo sofa par sit kiya aur main chair par sit kiya aur apne private parts hide karta raha tha.

Wo bola, “Mam, aaj apke sasur aur sasu ji nahi hai.” Maine bola, “No.” Par phir wo bola, “Mam, aaj bhot khubsurat dikh rahe ho.” Maine wo compliment (tarif) leli aur dhanyavaad bola. Zakir ne bola, “Apke jaise biwi hoti toh main 6 mahine mein ek din bhi bhar nahi nikalta ghar se aur din raat badan chumta.” Jab maine isko suna, maine instantly ghadbad hogi aur bola, “Nikal mere ghar se, aana nahi vapas.” Wo bola, “Arre mam saheb, itna kya ghai hori hai? Mein apke ankon mein dekh sakta hu, ap kitni bhooki hai isliye ap nangi hain.”

Maine usse push kiya aur jab wo strong built tha, wo kuch nahi move hua. Wo mera saree pull kiya aur main nangi hokar watchman ke samne stand kiya. Jo mere standards ke bhar tha, cheap aur TV ka volume jyada hone ke wajah se main chik rahi thi. Zakir ne bola, “Deekho mam saheb, agr aap itne chik rahe ho toh koi aage apko aise nangi dekh dega. Mera kya? Me jail chala jaunga, pr apko puri society nangi dekh degi.”

Main ghabra gyi aur usko request kiya ki, “Please Zakir, chaale jao.” Usne door close kiya aur meri bra khich kar phad diya. Ab main nangi hokar Zakir ke samne tha. Wo bola, “Kya aurat hai,” aur usne mujhe kiss kiya. Main right nahi feeling kar rahi aur defend karta raha tha, lekin kuch nahi hua. Par bad mein 5 min ke baad wo bola, “Yrr, apki baat sahi hai, main apko chor raha hu, ruko mein bhi nanga hota hu.” Jab wo apne pants drop kiye, mainne uske 9-inch long dick dekha. Main stunned hogai. Uska dick thicker aur longer tha mere husband ke samne.

Jab wo dekha ki main uske dick par stare kar rahi hoon, wo creep smile diya aur mujhe apne boobs press kiya jaise ki ek wild dog. Main resist kar rahi thi, lekin meri body betray kiya aur phir mere nipples bhot hard hogai. Fir usne notice kiya aur situation ka fayda liya aur mujhe apne lund pr hath rakha aur bola ki, “Take in mouth.” Main kabhi nahi ye kiya tha mere husband se, lekin wo mujhe encourage kiya aur usne mujhe apne mouth mein leke start kiya. Wo mujhe “about to cum” bola aur bola, “Ruko, randi, itne jaldi nahi.” Usne mujhe uthaya aur mere aur Kunal ke bedroom mein leke gaya.

Uske strong built ke wajah se mujhko 5’5″ ki uske samne ek bachi thi, toh usne mujhe bed par patka aur usne mujhe meri chut mein chatna chalu kiya. Kunal ne ye sab mujhe kabhi nahi kiya tha, isliye main aur garam hoti aur wo itne fast fast kar raha tha. Main seskariya le rahi aur bola, “Ahhhhhhh, Zzzaaaakkkkirrrrr, rrrruuukkkooooo, Mmmaaattttt, kkkaaarrrttteeee, rrrraaaahhhhoooo, ahhhhhh.” Zakir ne bola, “Ruko, randi, itne jaldi nahi” aur usne mujhe kiss karne ki chaloo kiya aur mere boobs suck karte lag gaye.

Main pagal hogi jisse wo mujhe le raha tha aur usko bhik mang rahi thi. “Zakir mujhe chodoo, please,” bola. Wo bola, “Ruko, Rohini, randi.” Toh wo mujhe doggy position mein rakha aur mujhe fuck kiya. Wo bhot jor se dhake lag raha tha, mujhe chut mein pani chod diya aur Zakir abhi bhi bukhra tha. Chut mein se pani nikalne ke baad Zakir ko jor se hug kiya aur fir Zakir mujhe utha aur bathroom le gaya aur bola ki, “Aaj toh nonstop chodunga tuze, randi.” Main bola, “Ahhhh, Zakir chodo.” Mujhe bathroom le jakr shower chalu kar diya.

Toh usne mujhe ek divar ke side khada kiya, usne mujhe dono haath pakde upar kar diya, aur ek hath se meri tang utha aur apne khande par rakha. Main bend hokar wo mujhe usi position mein fuck kiya, main feeling ki jaise ki main swarg mein hoon. Wo mujhe usi position mein nonstop fuck kiya aur jab 20 min ke baad wo “about to cum bola” aur maine bola, “Please don’t cum inside, main pregnant hongi.” Wo bola, “Chup kar, meri Rohini, randi.” Main feeling good kar rahi thi jab wo usi ko kar raha tha aur wo apne cum mujhe meri pussy mein shoot kiya.

Uske baad wo so tired hogai aur bathroom mein floor par sit kiya aur main bhi uske mandi par baith gyi aur usse hug kiya aur usne mujhe apne chut mein suck lagaya. Main bola, “Ahhhh, Zakir, aur karrooooo, ye Rohini tumhari hai sirf, ahhhhhh.” Wo bola, “Ahhhh, my darlinggggg, tu aaj se merri rand… roj chodunga tujhe, ahhhh.” Phir wo mujhe pickup kiya aur fir se bedroom mein leke gaya. Usne mujhe towel se pucha aur apne aap ko bhi pucha aur fir se mujhe chodna shuru kiya. Main aisa feeling kar rahi thi jaise ki main swarg mein hoon.

Tabhi main chut ka pani chod diya aur usne pura pani chalaya. Tabhi uske patni ka phone aaya aur wo bola ki, “Mujhe jana hai, chalo, me aaunga vapas.” Wo door tak mujhe uske pass gyi aur bola ki, “Doggy position mein jhuk jaa,” aur me uske samne jukki. Usne mujhe muh mein diya aur meri muh mein 200 rs ki note diya aur bola ki, “Rakh Rohini, meri rand, teri aaj ki kamai” aur wo bola, “Fir aunga” aur nikal gya.

Toh ye tha mera experience. Uske baad bhi Zakir mujhe chodta raha gya aur fir achank se mere life se gayab hogya. Tab se lekar aaj tak main usse kabhi bhool nahi payi. Hope Zakir tum ye story padh rahe ho toh mujhe vapas mil jao, tumhari Rohini tumhara intezar kar rahi hai.

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

Main 36 saal ki hu aur koi kamsin kali nahi hu. Balki har mard ka lund jisko dekh kar pant se bahar aane lagta hai, woh aurat hu. Mere gore-gore bade chooche aur meri matakti gaand ke sabhi deewane hai.

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

Pichle part mein aapne padha ki cleaner ki shart par Veena usse aur uske doston ke sath sex karne ke liye maan gayi. Fir un teeno ne mil kar usko khoob choosa. Unhone uski taange, gaand, chut, sab jagah ko apni thook se geela kar diya. Veena bhi ab poori mast ho chuki thi. Kuch der chaatne-choosne ke baad fir woh teeno khade ho gaye. Ab aage ki kahani Veena ki zubani-

Woh teeno khade ho gaye, aur apne kapde utaarne lage. Agle kuch seconds mein woh teeno nange ho gaye. Unke kaale shareer the, aur bade aur kaale lund the. Aisa lag raha tha jaise teen kaale saand aur ek safed bakri sath mein khade ho. Bakri, jo aaj katne wali thi.

Fir unhone mujhe ishara kiya, aur main samajh gayi thi ki ab woh mujhe kya karne ke liye keh rahe the. Fir main un teeno ke saamne apne ghutno par baith gayi. Unke lund kaale naag ki taraf mere saamne fanfana rahe the. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki main pehle kiske lund ko choosu.

Woh teeno mere bilkul kareeb aa gaye, aur unke lund mere muh par takrane lage. Pehle aadmi ka lund mere right gaal par choo raha tha. Cleaner, jo mere saamne khada tha, uska lund mere hontho aur naak ko choo raha tha. Aur doosra aadmi jo meri left side mein khada tha, uska lund mere left gaal ko choo raha tha.

Maine zyada nahi socha, aur apna muh khol diya. Muh kholte hi cleaner ka lund mere muh ke andar chala gaya. Main uske lund ko muh mein leke choosne lagi, aur apne dono hatho se baaki dono mardon ke lundo ko pakad kar hilane lagi.

Cleaner dheere-dheere apni gaand aage-peeche karke mere muh ko chod raha tha, aur main bhi uske lund par jeebh ghuma-ghuma kar usko choos rahi thi. Mujhe uske lund ka swaad bada ghinona lag raha tha. Upar se uska lund badbudaar bhi tha. Lekin isme mujhe kahin na kahin maza bhi aa raha tha.

Kuch der aisa hi chalta raha. Fir cleaner ne mere baal pakde, aur ghapa-ghap mere muh ki chudai shuru kar di. Uska lund itna bada tha, ki mere gale ki deewar se takra raha tha. Mera muh laal ho gaya tha, aur usme dard hone laga tha. Mujhe saans lene mein bhi dikkat ho rahi thi.

Pata nahi kaise usko mujh par taras aaya, aur usne lund baahar nikaal liya. Uska lund meri thook se bilkul sanna hua tha. Fir usne apne doston ko bola-

Cleaner: Mujhe ab is saali raand ko chodna hai. Tum utna time isko apna lund chuswa lo.

Ye bol kar usne mere baal kheench kar mujhe khada kiya. Fir jo table padi thi, usne us par sofa se utha kar gaddi rakhi, aur mujhe bola-

Cleaner: Chal randi, is table par chadh jaa, aur ghutno ke bal baith jaa.

Fir main table par chadhne lagi. Table par chadh kar main ghutno ke bal baith gayi. Us table ki height bilkul perfect thi. Meri gaand bilkul unke lund ki height ke barabar thi.

Fir cleaner mere peeche aa gaya, aur uske dono dost mere saamne aa gaye. Cleaner ne meri gaand par 2-3 zor ke chaante maare. Uske chaante kaafi zordaar the, jisse mujhe dard hone laga.

Fir usne jahan chaanta maara tha, us jagah ko woh chaatne laga, aur mere chootadon par daant kaatne laga. Udhar uske dono dost apne-apne lund hath mein lekar mere muh par maarne lage.

Fir cleaner ne apna lund hath mein liya, aur meri chut ke muh par ragadne laga. Uski ragad itni zordaar thi, ki meri gaand lund lene ke liye apne aap hi hilne lagi. Fir usne lund chut ke muh par tikaya, aur zor ke dhakke ke sath lund chut mein pel diya.

Meri zor ki cheekh nikli, aur saamne khade dono aadmiyon ne ek sath apne lund mere muh mein daal diye. Ab meri chut mein cleaner ka lund tha, aur muh mein uske dono doston ke lund the. Meri cheekh to wahin dab gayi, aur cleaner meri gaand ko dono taraf se pakad kar meri chut ki tabadtod chudai karne laga.

Woh itni tezi se lund andar-baahar kar raha tha, ki mujhe dard hone laga. Uska lund meri bachhe-dani ki deewar pe badi zor se lag raha tha, aur meri aankhon se aansu aa rahe the. Saamne se woh dono jaise-taise mere muh mein apne lundo ko andar-baahar kar rahe the. Main fir bhi haar nahi maan rahi thi, aur cleaner ke lund se chudte hue, un dono ke lund par bhi apni jeebh ghuma-ghuma kar unko maza de rahi thi.

Cleaner ki chudai se thap-thap ki awaaz aa rahi thi, aur chut ke paani ki wajah se chap-chap ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Kuch der teeno ne aise hi meri chudai ki. Fir cleaner ne chut chudai ke sath-sath meri gaand mein bhi ungli karni shuru kar di. Chut chudai ka nasha itna chadh gaya tha, ki gaand mein uski ungli kab chali gayi, mujhe pata hi nahi chala.

Fir usne chut se lund nikala. Uska lund chut ke paani se bilkul chikna tha. Usne jaldi se lund meri gaand ke chhed par rakha, aur dhakka maar diya. Uska aadha lund meri gaand mein gaya, aur mere muh se cheekh nikli. Lekin meri cheekh ko aage waale haramkhoron ke lundo ne daba diya, jo mere muh mein the. Maine side hone ki koshish ki, lekin cleaner ki pakad mazboot thi.

Woh saala dhakke pe dhakka maarta gaya, aur usne poora lund meri gaand mein ghusa diya. Fir woh meri gaand chudai karne laga. Main dard se behosh hone wali thi, lekin nahi hui. Par main adhmari zaroor ho gayi thi. Woh meri gaand chodta raha, aur meri gaand usne poori khol di. Ab mujhe maza aane laga tha.

Fir usne mujhe table se side kiya, aur khud zameen par let gaya. Usne mujhe apne upar liya, aur meri chut mein lund daal kar mujhe uchaalne laga. Tabhi peeche se uska ek dost aaya, aur usne apna lund meri gaand mein pel diya. Ab mere andar ek sath do lund the, ek chut mein, aur doosra gaand mein. Lekin mere dono chhedh itne khul chuke the, ki dard hona band ho gaya tha.

Woh dono mujhe kaafi der tak chodte rahe. Fir jab ek dost jhada, to doosre dost ne meri gaand mein lund daal diya. Is tarah teeno ne meri chut aur gaand ki khoob chudai ki, aur unko apne maal se bhar diya. Fir teeno ne kapde pehan liye, aur main waise hi farsh par nangi padi thi.

Iske aage kya hua, ye jaanne ke liye aap sab readers ko agle part ka intezaar karna padega. Agar aapko kahani ka maza aaya ho, to kahani ko like zaroor kariyega aur mujhse baat karne ke liye mujhe call bhi zaroor kariyega. Main aapki sex life ko mazedaar bana doongi, isliye mujhe call kijiye.

Hi, this is Dhruv again. Do you remember my sweet little daughter, Sheela? In the last part, you read how Shiva, one of her professors, drilled her holes in the lab after a long gap. Shiva is the one who took my daughter’s virginity in the first place.

My daughter turned more naughty after letting his dick drill her hole. Introducing her to the world of sexual pleasure. Shiva and Sheela got so much involved in having the pleasure. They didn’t know that Akash sir was listening to Sheela’s moan standing outside the lab.

Akash is the college’s personality development teacher. He doesn’t come to class very often but only once in two weeks. He has a very bad reputation in the college. In the name of development, he forces himself on girls. However, complaints were raised, but there is no valid proof to support them.

He was free, and listening to Sheela’s moans and watching her walk out of the lab was a boon to him. Akash and Shiva are friends only on weekends. It was Friday when Shiva fucked Sheela, and Akash had class the next Tuesday. He went to the class and then started to teach some personality development.

He then asked Sheela to come to his cabin after the college that evening. Sheela, unaware of his intentions, walked into his cabin. Akash went and closed the door and locked it. Sheela, knowing about him, stood up immediately to leave.

But then what Akash was playing with on his mobile made her ground break under her legs.

“Ah, sir fuck me, fuck me like a slut. Make me your dick-craving slut, and use me as long as I am in the college fuck. I love your fat black dick sir.” Those were Sheela’s moans from the other day. Now, Sheela knows she was caught and has no other option apart from doing what Akash asks her to do.

She stood there silent, and Akash spoke, “So, are you ready to do everything that I ask for little bitch?” Sheela nodded her head as yes. Akash came closer to Sheela, pulled her college bag and threw it away. He placed his hand on her ass over her skirt and caressed her ass with his hand.

He caught one each ass cheek in his palm and pressed them smoothly. Though Sheela didn’t like what Akash was doing, her body started to respond. Her nipples started to harden, and her pussy was getting wet. Akash moved closer to her and placed his hands around her waist.

Sheela can feel his hardness between her ass. Her breath got harder as Akash unbuckled her belt. He placed his hands on her tummy and felt her navel over her clothes. He massaged her stomach to her boobs. But he didn’t touch her boobs yet. But all that was making Sheela long for a good fuck.

Her pussy was all wet and leaking juices. Without removing her skirt, Akash pushed both his hands into her skirt from both sides. Sheela couldn’t stop moaning, and it made Akash happy. He kissed her ears and licked them. Sheela moaned while Akash’s fingers made their way to her pussy.

Sheela shaved her pink pussy last Sunday, and it was all smooth and sexy. His fingers reached for her pussy lips which were all wet. He felt the wetness on his fingers and smiled to himself. He caught her pussy lips with his left hand. He pulled his right hand out and raised her skirt.

He started to play with her ass with his right hand. Sheela couldn’t stand properly as his left hand was doing magic on her pussy. The pulling of her pussy lips and running a finger through the pussy line. Inserting one finger slowly while the thumb was rubbing her clit couldn’t make her stay still.

She bent a little to hold the desk. That made Akash happy, and he slapped Sheela’s ass. Sheela responded by moaning for each slap she received. Akash slowly pulled her panties down and spread her ass cheeks with one hand. He rubbed over her ass hole with his finger.

Sheela trembled, and her body shivered with thrill. Fingering her pussy with two fingers, Akash started to play with her ass hole with one finger. He made sure he played with it so gently that her ass hole now got accommodated with his finger. He slowly pushed his finger into Sheela’s ass hole.

“Fuck sir, I have done in the ass,” Sheela moaned. It was so exciting for Akash. He pulled his left hand from her pussy and pushed his fingers into Sheela’s mouth, making her lick her juices. As Sheela was sucking his fingers, he pushed his whole finger into her ass.

It felt different for Sheela, but it still hurt a little. She started to rub her pussy for pleasure. She was sucking his fingers while rubbing her pussy. Akash continued to finger her ass hole slowly. The pleasure that was building for Sheela was so high.

As she started to moan loudly, Akash understood that she was going to come at any moment. He turned her and made her sit on the chair. He knelt and started to eat her pussy. Sheela caught Akash’s head and pushed it into her pussy, and cum at once.

Akash drank her juices and, standing up, he commented, “Your pussy is so sweet bitch”. He pushed his thumb into Sheela’s mouth, and she sucked it. Akash unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down along with his innerwear. Sheela’s eyes widened, looking at his dick.

Though it is fully bushy yet his dick seems to be so big. He bought his dick closer to Sheela’s mouth. She could smell the stinky smell coming out of it. But still, Sheela wanted to taste it so badly. Sheela opened her mouth, welcoming his dick.

Akash was surprised as every girl hesitated to suck his dirty dick while Sheela was welcoming it. He pushed his dick into Sheela’s mouth, who started to suck his dick. She loved the way she rolled her tongue over his dick and poked his dick whole with her tongue.

She bit his dick slowly, making his moan and slapped his balls in between too. Akash was going crazy as the most experienced prostitutes would not give such pleasure to him. He can no longer hold it. He stopped Sheela from sucking him and made her stand.

He took her shirt off in a hurry and didn’t care to unhook her bra. He just pushed it up, making her boobs jump out. He hit her hard nipples as if hitting the coin on the carrom-board. Sheela was moaning like anything as he played with her boobs. He sucked her boobs so well and bit her nipples.

Sheela was moaning and asking him to slap her boobs. He sat down on the chair and made Sheela mount his huge dick. Sheela caught his dick with her hand and placed it at the entrance of her pussy, and sat on it slowly. She could feel her pussy getting stretched as his dick slowly disappeared into her pussy.

She waited in that position allowing her pussy to settle down. Akash was focusing on her boobs, all the while sucking them, eating them and biting them. All that made her pussy leak again, and Sheela slowly started to ride him. Akash held my daughter’s hands behind her and made her ride him faster.

He, too, started to fuck her from below, and that made Sheela scream in pleasure. She started to ride his huge dick faster and faster till she came all over him. Akash, too was controlling himself without cumming for a long time. He placed her on the floor and started to fuck her doggy style so hard.

Both were grunting a lot while Sheela started to moan, “Fuck me, sir, fuck my pussy harder with your huge dick. Fuck, it’s tearing my pussy. I am loving this rough fuck. God fuck, Aah.”

Akash couldn’t hold listening to her moans, and he filled her pussy with his thick load. He pulled his dick out after cumming and made Sheela suck his dick while he poked his finger into her ass hole and fingered it. Sheela loved it.

Akash pulled her nipples and said, “Next time, I am going to fuck that pink ass hole of yours. Get ready”.

Sheela nodded her head shyly, wore her clothes, and came home with her face glowing with satisfaction. I will tell you how Akash and Shiva fucked my daughter in their flat in double penetration.

Making her lose her anal virginity and experiencing double penetration. Let me know how you felt reading about my daughter’s experience at [email protected].

The morning sun bathed Arnav’s bedroom in a warm glow, rousing him from his slumber. His phone buzzed on the bedside table, displaying a sweet good morning message from Mrudhula, adorned with a heartwarming selfie. Her bright smile and innocent eyes captivated him, stirring emotions he had never expected. Arnav’s mind was a battlefield, torn between his desire for revenge and the unexpected affection he felt for this young woman.

He couldn’t shake off the image of her, her doe-like eyes, and the way she called him ‘daddy’ with such genuine adoration. Arnav’s hand drifted to his hardening cock, remembering the explicit commands he had given her the night before. He stroked himself, imagining Mrudhula on her knees, obeying his every word. The thought of her submitting to his will sent a rush of power through his veins.

Stepping into the shower, Arnav let the hot water cascade over his body, envisioning Mrudhula’s smooth skin glistening with moisture. He lathered his hands with soap, picturing her touching herself, her fingers sliding between her thighs at his command.

“Show me how you please yourself, baby girl,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “Let me see that tight pussy, ready for my pleasure.”

Arnav’s cock throbbed as he imagined Mrudhula’s fingers working her clit, her breathing becoming ragged as she approached orgasm. He stroked himself vigorously, the water mingling with his pre-cum, making his grip slick.

“Fuck, Mrudhula,” he groaned, his mind’s eye capturing her climax, her body arching in ecstasy. “I want to taste your sweet cum, feel your pussy clench around my tongue.”

The shower transformed into a steamy fantasy, with Arnav picturing himself kneeling before Mrudhula, licking and sucking her sensitive folds, driving her wild with pleasure. He imagined her hands in his hair, urging him deeper, her moans filling the bathroom.

As he brought himself to the brink of orgasm, Arnav’s mind flashed to the conversation they’d had the previous night, where he’d teased her with the prospect of meeting in person.

“Daddy, I can’t wait to feel your hands on me, to have you inside me,” Mrudhula had whispered, her voice breathy and eager.

“Patience, my sweet girl,” Arnav had replied, his voice laced with dominance. “We’ll have our moment soon enough. But first, I want you to prepare for me. Show me your lingerie collection, and I’ll choose what you’ll wear when we finally meet.”

Mrudhula’s response had been a mix of shyness and excitement, her words tumbling out in a rush. “I have a few sets, Daddy. I’ll send you pictures, and you can decide. Please tell me what you like.”

Arnav had smiled, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I want to see them all, my little pet. Send me a video, and I’ll guide you. I want to see your beautiful body adorned in lace and silk, ready for my taking.”

In the present, Arnav stepped out of the shower, his body still humming with desire. He wrapped a towel around his waist and checked his phone, finding a text from Mrudhula.

“Daddy, I just took a shower, too. Can I please myself again? I’m feeling so naughty and wet, thinking about you.”

Arnav smirked, his heart quickening. “Don’t I know that, my little minx? Go ahead, but remember, I’m watching. Show me how much you want me.”

Mrudhula’s reply was quick, her eagerness palpable. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll send you a video. I want you to see how much I crave your touch.”

Arnav’s breath caught as he waited, his mind painting a vivid picture of Mrudhula touching herself, her fingers exploring her body. He imagined her biting her lip, her eyes half-closed in pleasure, as she brought herself to the edge of release.

True to her word, a video soon arrived, and Arnav’s cock twitched as he played it, watching Mrudhula on her bed, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore a sheer negligee, her nipples visible through the fabric, and her hand moved slowly between her thighs, her fingers gliding over her dampened lips.

“I’m so wet for you, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice laced with desire. “I want to make you proud, to show you how good I can be.”

As he watched, Arnav’s fingers worked his cock, his strokes matching the rhythm of Mrudhula’s fingers on her clit. He imagined himself there, guiding her hand, feeling her silky skin beneath his touch.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with need. “Show me how you cum for me. Let me see that beautiful pussy contract around your fingers.”

Mrudhula’s moans filled the video, her body writhing as she neared her peak. Her fingers worked faster, and her eyes squeezed shut as she surrendered to pleasure. Arnav’s hand tightened around his shaft, his own orgasm building as he watched her climax.

“Oh, Daddy,” she gasped, her body trembling. “I’m cumming for you. I want you so badly.”

Arnav’s cock erupted, hot cum splattering his stomach and the towel, his release fueled by the sight of Mrudhula’s ecstasy. He grunted, his body shuddering, as he came down from the intense high.

As the day progressed, Arnav couldn’t shake off the intense connection he felt with Mrudhula. He found himself torn between his desire for revenge and the overwhelming urge to protect her from the world. He knew he had to see her, to feel her in his arms, and confirm whether this was genuine affection or just a game.

Arnav messaged Mrudhula, suggesting they meet at a restobar that evening. He wanted to observe her in person, to see if her feelings were as real as his seemed to be.

“I’d love to, Daddy,” she replied, her tone laced with anticipation. “I’ll wear something special, just for you.”

That evening, Arnav arrived at the restobar, his heart pounding in his chest. He spotted Mrudhula at a corner table, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, and his breath caught at her beauty. She wore a simple black dress that hugged her curves, accentuating her slender waist and full breasts.

Arnav approached, his eyes locked on hers, and pulled out her chair, his hand brushing her knee. “You look stunning, Mrudhula,” he whispered, leaning in close.

She blushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Thank you, Daddy. I wanted to look nice for you.”

They ordered drinks, and Arnav was surprised when Mrudhula declined, citing her mother’s strict rules.

“I’ve never tasted alcohol, Daddy. I don’t want to do anything that might upset Mom,” she said, her voice laced with regret.

Arnav’s heart softened, his anger towards Deepali momentarily fading. “It’s okay, baby girl. We don’t need drinks to have a good time. I’m just happy to be here with you.”

As the night progressed, they shared a slow dance, their bodies moving in sync to the soft music. Mrudhula’s eyes never left Arnav’s, and as they swayed, he felt her lips brush against his, a gentle, tentative kiss. It was a kiss of connection, not just lust, and it sent a jolt through his body.

“I’ve wanted to do that all night,” she whispered, her breath warm on his lips. “I feel like I’ve known you forever, Daddy.”

Arnav’s heart raced, his anger towards Deepali fading into the background. He pulled her closer, his hands resting on her waist, and kissed her again, this time with more passion.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this, Mrudhula,” he murmured against her lips. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.”

The evening ended too soon, and as they parted ways, Arnav felt a longing he’d never experienced before. He knew he had to see her again, to explore this connection further.

Back at home, Arnav couldn’t shake off the image of Mrudhula, her beauty, and the way she made him feel. He picked up his phone, eager to continue their erotic exchange.

“Good night, Daddy,” Mrudhula’s message read. “I’m still thinking about you. I want to feel your touch, to know what it’s like to be yours.”

Arnav’s heart raced as he replied, his words fueled by desire and a newfound sense of protectiveness. “You will be mine, baby girl. I’ll make you feel things you’ve only dreamed of. But first, I want you to prepare yourself for me.”

He sent her a series of explicit instructions, detailing how he wanted her to touch herself, to explore her body, and to imagine his hands on her.

“I want you to picture my fingers tracing your nipples, my tongue licking your pussy, and my cock sliding deep inside you,” he wrote, his words graphic and explicit. “I want you to cum for me, thinking of the pleasure I’ll give you.”

Mrudhula’s responses were immediate, her excitement palpable. She sent him videos and pictures, her body on display, as she followed his commands. Her fingers teased her nipples, her breath quickening as she imagined his touch.

“I’m so wet, Daddy,” she moaned, her fingers dipping lower, her lips glistening with her juices. “I want to feel your cock inside me, to know what it’s like to be filled by you.”

Arnav’s cock throbbed as he watched, his hand stroking himself in time with her movements. He sent her messages, urging her on, describing in detail how he would take her, how he would claim her body as his own.

“You’re going to be my good girl, Mrudhula,” he wrote, his words dominating yet laced with affection. “I’ll make you cum so hard, you’ll see stars. And when I’m done, you’ll be begging for more.”

As the night wore on, their virtual encounter intensified, their words and actions becoming more explicit. Mrudhula’s moans filled the room, her fingers working her clit, as she imagined Arnav’s touch.

“I’m cumming, Daddy,” she cried out, her body shaking as she climaxed, her juices flowing freely. “I want you, I need you, please, Daddy, please…”

Arnav’s cock twitched, his release imminent, as he watched her surrender to pleasure. He stroked himself, his orgasm building, as he imagined himself inside her, claiming her body as his own.

As they both lay in their beds, miles apart, their minds were intertwined, their desires burning bright. Arnav and Mrudhula had embarked on a journey of passion and lust, but something deeper was brewing beneath the surface, something neither of them could fully comprehend.

The night had only just begun, and their story was far from over.

*****

Surrendering can be a profound commitment, especially when done with love and intention. Remember, you’re not alone – I’m here to support you. Feel free to reach out to me anytime at [email protected]. I look forward to hearing from you.

Hello readers,

I’m skipping the formal intro. If you’ve read my earlier story, ‘Tricked my friend for threesome with his wife,’ you might recognize me.

This is a side story, though, so you can jump right in without reading the other one.

Have you ever thought that you are stuck in a fucking routine? I mean, you wake up and do the same shit you do every day, and then you go to bed. The next day you wake up and repeat the same shit.

Yes, even I was stuck in this fucking routine. Finally, I decided to take a vacation. Do you know what the best location is to escape from all this?

Yup, you guessed it correctly. It’s ‘Manali.’

It is also considered one of the best honeymoon locations in India. So, during the summer you will get to see a lot of newlywed couples.

The hotel I booked was on the outskirts of the main city. I like it when it is away from the main crowd.  The hotel was good, though it was a little far from the main city, and it was beautiful. I booked myself the room with the best view. Though it was a little expensive, it was worth it.

I reached the hotel in the evening. I freshened myself up, and at night, I decided to enjoy myself with some drinks. I asked the bartender to get me a bottle of Chivas Regal 18 and some side bites. I was sitting near a window, and all I could see was darkness outside.

From where I was sitting, I could see the reception gate quite clearly. It was around 10:30 PM when I noticed a woman enter. She was around 5.3 ft. I could not see her clearly, but I could tell she had a bombshell figure. I ignored her and continued enjoying my drinks.

After some time, I noticed there was an argument at the reception counter. It was also around time for the bar and restaurant to close. So I asked the waiter to send the remaining half bottle to my room. I started walking to my room and passed the reception. I got a good look at the woman.

She was with a man, who I assumed was her husband. She had a dusky skin tone and was strikingly beautiful. Her figure was curvy, about 32C-28-34. She wore tight jeans, tall boots, and a form-fitting top with her jacket draped over her arm. Her tight jeans accentuated her curvy ass. I couldn’t help but notice.

I saw they were arguing, and initially, I was going to ignore it. But then I looked at her husband. He’d caught me checking out his wife, and our eyes met. I immediately got a sense of what kind of man he was.

Usually, husbands are protective when someone looks at their wives, projecting a sense of dominance. But he was different. I saw something else – a dark excitement.

Instead of walking away, I went to the counter and asked the receptionist what was wrong. She said there was a booking mix-up, and the rooms the couple wanted weren’t available.

The husband spoke first. “Sir, I booked a premium view room, and now they’re saying it’s a standard room.”

The receptionist countered, “Sir, the payment we received and the rooms requested were for standard rooms. It’s not our fault.”

After listening to them for a few more minutes, I asked the husband, “Did you book the rooms yourself?”

He replied, “No, Sir. I used a broker. I paid him, and he handled the booking.”

I let out a long breath, placed my hands on his shoulders, and said calmly, “My friend, you’ve been scammed.”

The realization hit him. He understood he’d been tricked.

His wife broke the silence. “Amit, I told you not to trust people like that blindly. You should have booked through a reputable agency.”

Amit’s troubles weren’t over. The receptionist dropped another tragic news: “Sir, you’ve only paid half for standard rooms. You’ll need to pay the rest before we can give you a room.”

Amit immediately showed her his receipts, but they appeared to be fake. I suggested he call the broker. But Amit said the broker’s phone had been off since they landed.

I glanced at his wife, Nikita, who looked tense. She noticed me but was too stressed to say anything.

After a moment, I asked the receptionist, “Can you give them the rooms they originally wanted?”

She replied, “Sir, all the premium rooms are booked.”

“Then give them my room,” I said. “I have a deluxe room with a premium view, I believe.”

“Are you sure, sir?” she asked.

“Yes,” I confirmed.

Amit quickly objected, “No, sir, that’s not necessary…”

I interrupted, “First, call me Lucky. Second, I’m alone, so I don’t need such a large room. And lastly, you’re on your honeymoon. Don’t let some asshole ruin it for you.”

After a pause, Amit looked at Nikita. “Nikita, what do you think? Should we accept?”

Nikita looked at me and asked, “Are you sure, Lucky? Is it really okay?”

“Yes,” I replied. “You two enjoy your honeymoon. I’ll take another room.”

With that settled, everything went smoothly. They found another room for me on the same floor, at the far end. It was similar to the premium room, just with a view of the town instead of the mountains.

Amit paid the difference at the reception. They sent a hotel staff to move my things and prepare my new room. While we waited, we sat by the bonfire and chatted. The couple relaxed and opened up.

Amit explained how he’d found the broker online, who offered a package deal for Manali, and how he’d been tricked. Nikita was clearly annoyed, but she kept her frustration in check.

She was a teacher, and Amit was a manager at a private firm. It was a love marriage. They’d been together for four years, married for six months. Due to their busy careers, this was their first chance for a honeymoon.

We were enjoying our conversation when a hotel staff member came over and said our rooms were ready. Even though their room was ready, they didn’t seem in a hurry to go and relax.

I knew they were just being polite. So, I told them to drop the formalities and go rest, as they’d had a long and stressful day. We said good night and went to our respective rooms.

The new room was not bad. My bottle of scotch was placed on a table near my bed. I poured myself a glass and gulped it down in a single breath before I got comfortable on my bed and drifted to a deep sleep.

I woke up early the next morning, got ready, and went to the banquet hall for breakfast. It was a buffet. I grabbed a sandwich, some fruit, and a black coffee.

While I was eating, Amit and Nikita walked in. Amit saw me and came over. “Hey Lucky, good morning.”

“Good morning,” I replied.

I noticed Nikita looked upset, and I guessed they’d disagreed.

“Is everything alright? Nikita, you seem troubled,” I asked.

“Why don’t you ask him?” Nikita said, her voice strained. “Tell him, Amit.”

Before Amit could speak, I said, “Why don’t you both get some breakfast? We can talk while we eat.”

Ten minutes later, we were all at the same table. Amit explained that he’d paid the broker for a private car to tour the area, and he’d been scammed for that as well.

It seemed he’d been tricked on multiple fronts. I suppressed a laugh and asked, “So, what are your plans now?”

“We asked the reception to arrange a private vehicle,” Nikita said, “but they’re asking an outrageous price just to see the nearby sights.”

Amit and Nikita were about to argue when I interrupted. “If you’d like, you could come with me. I’ve booked an Innova, and there’s plenty of room.”

Nikita immediately declined. “No, Lucky, we’ve already caused you enough trouble with the hotel room. We don’t want to impose further.”

I chuckled. “You’re kidding. It was no trouble at all. Actually, now that I think about it, it was a stupid idea. You’re on your honeymoon, you need privacy, and I’d be a third wheel.”

Nikita giggled. “No, it’s not like that. We don’t want to bother you again.”

“But it’s no bother,” I insisted.

They continued to decline my offer, so I didn’t push it. Having finished my breakfast, I excused myself, giving them some space. Before leaving, I exchanged phone numbers with Amit, just in case they changed their minds.

I returned to my room, settled into a sofa chair, and started scrolling through my phone while waiting for my car to arrive. About twenty minutes later, I received a call from my driver. He told me he was waiting at the pickup area.

I grabbed my shoes and was about to head out when I got another call, this time from an unknown number.

I answered, and it was Nikita. “Hey, Lucky…”

“Hey… who is this?” I asked.

“It’s Nikita,” she replied.

“Hey Nikita… yes, what’s up?” I said.

“I feel really awkward asking this, but… is the offer still open?” she asked.

“Yes, of course. The driver’s already here, waiting at the pickup point,” I told her.

“Thank you so much, Lucky. It really means a lot that you’re helping strangers like us,” she said.

“Hey, it’s no trouble at all. I’m actually glad to have some company,” I replied.

“Thank you, Lucky,” she said, sounding genuinely pleased.

“Alright then, I’ll see you in five minutes at the pickup point,” I told her.

I spent the entire day with Amit and Nikita. We visited various viewpoints. I sat in the front seat while they took the back. I could sense a lingering tension between them initially, but it gradually dissipated as they began to enjoy the trip.

We had lunch at a nice restaurant nearby and continued our sightseeing. Around 5 PM, the driver dropped us back at the hotel.

That evening, I relaxed in my room, deciding to finish the remaining scotch from the previous day. While scrolling through Instagram, I noticed a suggested following – ‘Nikita Roy.

Perhaps it was because I now had her phone number saved. I clicked the follow button, sending a request. It was a private profile, which made sense – a cultured woman, a teacher, and a newly married wife.

Around 9 PM, I received a call from Amit inviting me to join them for dinner, which I accepted. When I arrived at the banquet hall, it was set up for dinner. A musician was on a small stage, singing Hindi romantic songs. A few couples were scattered around, enjoying their meals and the music.

I immediately spotted Amit and Nikita at a corner table and joined them. We exchanged greetings, and I asked if they had ordered yet.

“No, not yet. We were waiting for you, Lucky,” Amit replied.

“Do you guys drink?” I asked.

“Occasionally, we do,” Nikita replied.

“I’ll have a scotch. What would you like?” I asked.

After a moment, Amit said, “I think I’ll have scotch, too. Nikita, wine as usual?”

“Yes, sure,” Nikita replied.

“Alright, let me order the drinks. We’ll get a bottle of scotch and a bottle of wine,” I told them.

“No, Lucky, a bottle will be too much,” Nikita immediately objected.

“You’ll be here for a few more days so that you can enjoy the bottles during your stay. Plus, getting a bottle is more economical,” I explained.

They both tried to protest, but I insisted and called the waiter. I ordered a bottle of Chivas Regal 18 and a bottle of Framingham Pinot Noir, one of the finest wines.

The moment they heard the orders, they stopped resisting. After all, the bottles combined cost around 20,000 rupees. We enjoyed our drinks and then had dinner, chatting about our jobs and families.

After a pleasant evening, I told them about my family business and why I’d decided to take this vacation. Once dinner was over, I asked the waiters to send the remaining scotch to my room and the wine to Amit and Nikita’s.

We moved to the bonfire after drinks, continuing our conversation. Amit was starting to feel the effects of the scotch, becoming a bit drowsy, while Nikita seemed perfectly at ease.

After a while, Amit excused himself to use the restroom, taking the room keys from Nikita. He said he’d be right back. Nikita and I continued our conversation.

“I envy you, Lucky,” Nikita said. “You seem to have everything figured out – a successful family business, wealth, property…”

“It’s not as simple as that,” I replied. “Everyone has their own set of circumstances.”

“Is that so?” she countered, a hint of annoyance in her voice. “My husband’s been scammed at every turn since we arrived.”

“I believe your husband is quite fortunate,” I said.

“Why do you say that?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Because he gets to spend his nights with such a beautiful woman,” I said, offering a confident, flirtatious smile.

Nikita blushed, momentarily flustered.

“I apologize,” I said, pretending to stumble a little, “I think I’ve had a bit too much to drink.”

“It’s alright,” she replied, a little nervously. “I… you… never mind.”

She wasn’t offended. The combination of her husband’s mishaps and the wine seemed to be lowering her hesitation. I sensed an opportunity.

“Your dream is to open your school, isn’t it?” I asked, rising and taking a seat next to her.

We were alone by the fire. Amit was still gone, likely having succumbed to the alcohol, leaving his wife vulnerable. She looked at me and nodded.

“I’m looking for investment opportunities, and I think a school could be a worthwhile venture,” I said, gently placing my hand on her thigh.

Nikita’s eyes widened slightly, and she shifted uncomfortably. “Really? You’d invest in a school?”

“Absolutely,” I said, my voice low and smooth. “Especially a school run by someone as passionate and dedicated as you.” I gently squeezed her thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin through her jeans.

She didn’t pull away. Instead, she seemed frozen, her breath catching in her throat. “That’s… that’s very kind of you, Lucky.”

“Kindness has nothing to do with it,” I said, my voice dropping to a whisper. “It’s simply good business. And I believe in investing in things I find… desirable.”

“In fact, here is the first instalment of my investment…” I grabbed my phone from my pocket and opened the UPI app. I immediately transferred 1 Lakh rupees to her account.

While making the transaction. I moved my hand slightly higher, my fingers tracing the curve of her inner thighs. She flinched but still didn’t move away. The fire made her face glow, and you could see she was blushing and nervous.

“Lucky, I… I don’t know what to say,” she stammered, her voice barely audible.

“You don’t have to say anything,” I whispered, leaning closer. “Just relax and enjoy the moment.”

I moved my hand to her waist, pulling her closer. The scent of her perfume filled my senses, intoxicating and alluring.

“What about Amit?” she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and excitement.

“He’ll be fine,” I said, my voice dismissive. “He’s probably still in the bathroom, or perhaps he’s decided to take a nap.”

I lowered my head, my lips brushing against her ear. “Besides,” I whispered, “what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

I could feel her trembling, her body tense with a mixture of desire and guilt. I gently turned her face towards mine and looked into her eyes. They were wide and filled with a mixture of fear, desire, and confusion. I leaned in and gently kissed her.

Her lips were soft and warm, and she responded hesitantly at first, then with a growing passion. The kiss deepened, and I could feel her body relaxing against mine, the tension melting away. The fire crackled beside us, casting dancing shadows that seemed to amplify the intimacy of the moment.

We broke the kiss, and she looked at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and lingering uncertainty. “Lucky,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

“Shhh,” I whispered back, placing a finger to her lips. “Just let it happen.”

I kissed her again, this time more urgently, my hands exploring the curves of her body. She moaned softly, her hands reaching up to tangle in my hair. The world around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us lost in the heat of the moment.

Suddenly, we heard a noise, a stumbling sound, approaching from the direction of the hotel building. We pulled apart, our eyes wide with a shared sense of guilt and apprehension.

“Amit,” Nikita whispered, her voice filled with panic.

I quickly stood up, trying to calm her down. “It’s probably just a hotel guest,” I said, trying to sound casual.

As the person got closer, we saw it was Amit. His face was red, and his eyes looked blurry. He was still drunk and confused.

“Nikita? Lucky?” he mumbled, his words thick. “Are you still here?”

“We’re still here, Amit,” Nikita said, her voice strained. “By the bonfire.”

He walked unsteadily towards us, trying to focus his eyes. “I’m really sleepy,” he said. “Let’s go back to the room.”

He looked at Nikita and then at me, staring at her red cheeks and messy hair. “Are you alright? You looked… messed up,” he repeated, his voice laced with suspicion, yet a dark excitement flickered in his eyes.

Nikita quickly stepped forward, placing a hand on his arm. “It’s just the wine. I think it’s a little too strong for me,” she said, her voice firm.

Amit seemed to accept her explanation, but his eyes still held a lingering doubt, yet a strange excitement. He swayed slightly, then looked at me. “I’m going to bed. See you tomorrow, Lucky,” he said, his voice heavy and fatigued. “Come on, Nikita.”

Nikita hesitated, then nodded. “Alright, Amit.”

I went back to my room and poured a drink. I sat down and looked at my phone. Nikita had accepted my friend request. I looked at her pictures. They were mostly of her and her husband, their wedding, and the trips they took.

I looked at her pictures closely, especially the ones showing her body. I liked the pictures of her in tight clothes. I liked all the pictures where she looked pretty and sexy.

I closed the app, and the images of Nikita are still vivid in my mind. I poured another glass of scotch, the amber liquid swirling in the glass. The warmth of the alcohol spread through me. I found myself wondering what it would be like to fuck her tight, newly married pussy.

Something hit me. Amit was drunk, but he looked at us strangely, almost like he was excited. It made me feel weird but also curious. Was he really drunk and didn’t notice, or was he acting?

I decided to test the waters. I sent Nikita a message, a simple, innocent text: “Hope everything is fine between you and Amit.”

I waited, my eyes fixed on the screen. A few minutes passed, and then my phone buzzed. It was Nikita: “Everything is alright. Amit is sleeping.”

“Good,” I replied. “I am looking forward to our partnership?”

Fifteen minutes later, she texted, “About that… I don’t think it’s a good idea, Lucky. I’ll give you your money back.”

“Please don’t” I replied. “Put what happened today aside and think about it. Opportunities like this come once in a lifetime. You can have your school… Your dream!”

After a few minutes, I received a message from Nikita: “I need some time to think it through.”

I smiled, a slow, predatory grin spreading across my face. The game was over.

The next morning, I made sure to be in the banquet hall early, securing a table with a clear view of the entrance. I got myself a coffee and waited, my eyes scanning the room.

Finally, they arrived. Amit’s hair was messy, and he looked tired, but he was fine. Nikita, on the other hand, looked flustered, her cheeks slightly flushed. She avoided my gaze as they approached.

“Good morning,” I said, rising to greet them. “Sleep well?”

“Morning,” Amit mumbled, pulling out a chair. “Yeah, I slept like a log.”

Nikita offered a weak smile. “Morning, Lucky.”

The breakfast conversation was stilted and uncomfortable. I could feel Nikita’s eyes flickering towards me, quick, nervous glances that she immediately looked away from. Amit, completely unaware, enthusiastically detailed his plan to visit a nearby temple.

“Why don’t we all go, Lucky?” he suggested. “It’ll be a good time.”

I paused, pretending to weigh the idea. “I wouldn’t want to intrude,” I said, glancing at Nikita. “You two could take my car, and I’ll arrange another ride for myself.”

“Nonsense,” Amit insisted, dismissing my concerns. “The more the merrier.”

Nikita remained silent, her gaze fixed on her plate, a visible tension radiating from her. She seemed both nervous and excited at the same time.

“Alright,” I said, adopting a casual tone. “I’d enjoy that.”

The car ride to the temple was silent. Amit, usually happy, was quiet. Nikita was even quieter, staring out the window. I looked at them, wondering what they were thinking and why they weren’t talking.

The temple was a calm, quiet place in the hills. We walked around the old buildings, only hearing the priests chanting. Nikita seemed to relax a little in the peaceful place.

During our visit, I made sure to create opportunities for subtle contact with Nikita. A brush of my hand against hers, a lingering glance, a whispered comment that only she could hear. Each interaction was a carefully calculated move designed to keep the tension simmering.

When it was time to leave the temple, Amit said we should eat at a restaurant close by. I said yes because I wanted to spend more time with Nikita.

Lunch was awkward. Amit, not noticing anything, talked about his honeymoon plans. Nikita stayed quiet, looking back and forth between Amit and me. She seemed to be having an inner conflict.

Back at the hotel, we moved back to our rooms to freshen up. After I washed myself up, I texted Nikita, “Everything alright? Did you get the chance to consider my offer?”

A few minutes later, my phone buzzed. It was Nikita. She texted, “Yes, everything is fine. I’m still thinking about your offer. It’s a big decision. I need to talk to Amit about it.”

“Take your time,” I replied. “But don’t let a golden opportunity slip away.”

Around 8 PM, I went to the banquet hall to enjoy the evening. Live music filled the room, a pleasant backdrop. I had made my offer, and I wasn’t going to push them. They were on their honeymoon, after all.

Over the past two days, I’d gotten to know them quite well. We’d developed a comfortable relationship, and they’d begun to trust me. I was interested to see how they’d respond to my offer.

I was confident they’d approach me if they were interested. I settled into a comfortable chair, ordered a scotch, and enjoyed the performance.

To be continued…

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I was so happy getting ready for the office, as our kadoos Team Leader (TL) had resigned, and yesterday was his last day. I was excited to meet our new TL, as I was the one who would be giving him a brief on the team and training on the process.

Our office was a small one with around 50-60 employees, and ours was a team of 10 employees and one TL. I was one of the two seniors in our team. So, everybody relied on me for most of the work and doubts. I used to be super busy and active in the office. Everyone liked me, as I used to be friendly with everyone. Everything was going great until our new TL arrived.

The team was waiting for our new TL at the lobby to welcome him. I went inside as I got a call. When I came back, everybody had already welcomed the TL and was talking to him. I couldn’t see his face and was trying hard to see him.

Finally, I got a glance of him. He was tall, handsome, and fit; I could say he really maintained himself well. I’m sure the moment girls saw him, they would instantly have a crush on him. He had that charm and smile. I was thinking about all these things and was frozen at the moment. He came near me and waved in front of my eyes, getting my attention back. I came to my senses and said, “Hello, sorry, I was lost in thought. Please welcome to our company and our team. I will be your trainer.” He said, “Oops, I hope the trainer is not strict and about punishing me.” Everybody laughed.

I could see he was a bit flirting with me from our first meeting. Days passed, and I observed he only flirted when we both were together. He would take chances to touch me now and then and always commented on my lips and figure, etc. I kind of liked that attention on me, and I thought, what harm in flirting, and smiled every time he did that.

It was Ethnic Day in our office, and finally, after everyone forcing me to wear a saree, I decided to wear it. I chose a white and red combination chiffon saree with a deep neck blouse. I had to wear it because I had only that saree with me; I had no other option. Once I entered the office, everybody praised me and thanked me for wearing it for them. Puneeth was always staring at me and was trying to glance at me. We sat for training, and I asked him; he didn’t say anything. He kept silent for some time and said, “If I say anything, I’m afraid POSH will get a complaint on me.”

I laughed loudly; he was like, “Ufff! That laugh.” I blushed, “Ohhhooo!! You’re blushing, loving your pink cheeks.” I said, “Shut up.” He was like, “Your hair in front of your eyes, your red lipstick on your juicy lips, your white saree on your flawless skin, your walking style in those heels, and…” I stopped him, saying, “Oh, please stop. Stop, you’re too much. A simple sentence, ‘you’re looking good,’ was more than enough.” He started flirting with me the whole day, and I was blushing.

Finally, it was group photo time, and we all stood. We were standing like juniors in the front, seniors in the back, and the TL in the middle in the back. So, all the juniors were sitting in the front; I was on the left, Puneeth was in the middle, and another person was on the right. While taking the picture, he kept his hands on my waist. Since I was on his right side, he could easily touch my skin directly.

His warm hands gave me chills. I took a deep breath. He whispered in my ears, lightly touching his lips on my ears, saying, “You’re damn hot and sexy today. Everybody’s eyes are on you today.” His whispering made me wet down there. He squeezed my waist, holding it, and said, “I am jealous of the person who will get you.”

The photo was clicked, and we dispersed.

After this, I couldn’t give eye contact with him. I don’t know; I was blushing the whole time and was so wet, hearing those whispers. Breathing or whispering near my ears was always my weak point. After some time, everyone decided to play hide and seek. One started to count, and everyone was busy searching for a place to hide. Suddenly, someone pulled me to hide with them. It was Puneeth. The place was so small between two walls, and it was behind bushes. A person had to come very near to the bushes to see if anybody was there.

We were so close that I was breathing so heavily; every time my chest went up and down, it would touch him. Only a paper could fit between us. He kept his hand on my waist again and squeezed a little; I couldn’t react to anything. Without my knowledge, I let out a moan, “Ahhhh,” and closed my eyes in embarrassment. Hearing the moan, he moved his hands towards my belly button and started to make circles. I don’t know what happened; I couldn’t control and let out another moan. He was teasing me with his touch.

He whispered again in my ears, “I’m very jealous of the hands that would get to enjoy these delicious curves.” I just blushed and opened my eyes. He was looking straight into my eyes; I felt shy and tried to escape, but he again pulled me back, which resulted in a kiss. Our lips met, and he took the chance and sucked my lower lip. I just ran away from there.

The whole day, I was thinking about that moment. He was trying to get me now and then while playing other activities. So, around 6 pm, the DJ started, and we began to dance. He took all the advantage of touching my boobs and ass while doing his dance moves around me. When he was dancing behind me, I could sense the bulge of his dick when he pressed against my ass. It was almost 9:30 when the DJ finished. Dinner was ready, and we all went for dinner. After dinner, everybody left one after the other, and I was trying to book a cab.

Finally, it was me and him who were left behind. He offered me a drop home. Without any choice, I agreed. We sat in his car and drove for some time in utter silence. I asked him to stop the car when I saw a person selling butta (corn). We got down and walked near the cart, and it started to rain very heavily. In a few seconds, we both got really very wet. We sat inside the car. My saree became transparent since it was white. He could clearly see my cleavage.

Since we ran and came to the car, I was breathing heavily, and my boobs were going up and down as I breathed. His eyes were stuck at my cleavage. I blushed and slapped him on the cheeks, saying, “Shall we go?” He came to his senses and wantedly came to help with my seat belt and brushed over my boobs. In the process, my pallu fell down, and I was shocked, and I saw him, and he was seeing my boobs in a red blouse.

I could sense the intense moment in the car now. Water drops from my hair were directly going into my cleavage, and my blouse was completely wet, too, showing the bra lines. There was utter silence. I could see his bulge coming back. He couldn’t control himself. He grabbed my face and smooched. The heat in the moment, even I was unable to control anything. While smooching, his hands came to my left boob, and he started squeezing, and his right hand went to my waist and was giving light squeezes.

I was pulling his hair, signaling him not to stop anything happening in that magical moment. Smooching was so intense; we were gasping for air to breathe, giving a mini-second to breathe again, and continuously smooched. His hands were trying to pull my saree, but I came to my senses, corrected my attire, and reminded him that we were in the middle of the road. Thank God, due to heavy rain, no one saw anything happening inside.

The rain was reduced by that time. My house or his house was very far from there, but he was not in the mood to wait that long. Our office was just 2 minutes away, so he turned the car to the office. He asked my opinion, and I said, “Your wish, Sir.” His bulge became more significant when he heard me calling him Sir. He pulled me by the neck and bit my lower lip, and I let out a moan in pain, “Ahhhhhh, Sirrrrrr.”

He drove the car to the parking lot. He removed his pant buttons and pulled and held my head by my hair to his pants, indicating to give him a blow job. He gagged me; I was getting out of breath, but his hands were forced on my head, and I couldn’t move much. Giving him the blow job, he released his juice, and I saw his face of satisfaction. I could see my lipstick marks on his dick. My lipstick was gone; my hair was a mess, and my kajal was gone. Seeing me like that, he said, “Ahhh, what a bitch!!! But you’re my bitch!! My only bitch. Right???” I said, “Yes.” He asked again, “Right???” I then said, “YES, SIR.” He pulled up his pants; even I got my face correct and went inside the office.

He asked me to wait in the car for a few minutes. He talked to the security, gave him some money, took the keys from him, and sent him away.

I got down, and we both went inside the office. He went inside the last meeting room, which was less used due to less space. I just followed him inside. I bent down to turn on the lights; he suddenly grabbed me from behind and started kissing and biting my neck, saying, “If I knew you were such a sexy whore, I would not have wasted any single second from the time I saw you.” “You are mine.” “You come and serve me every time I call you, right???” I said, “Yes.” He spanked me hardly on my ass and pinched my nipples upon the blouse and asked again, “Right???” I was moaning and said, “YESss, YESss, SIRrrrrr.”

He removed my saree in no seconds, wasted no time. I tried to remove his shirt, but he held my hands and said, “Did I give you permission to do that?” I said, “NO.” He again spanked me; I said, “No, Sir.”

He removed my saree and sat on the chair and asked me to give him a lap dance. I didn’t say anything; he again spanked me. Getting spanked like that was making me hornier. I started to move my ass and went near and did my little sexy dance, sitting on his lap and rubbing his dick with my ass.

He then pushed me to the wall and pinned my hands upside and started kissing me harshly, biting my lips, and sucking my neck and cleavage. I was in heaven, moaning like hell, “Ahhhhhh, Puneeth, you are sooooo good at this, ahhhhh.” Once I said his name, he stopped, and I could see the anger on his face. I said, “Sorry, Sir.”

He made me bend on the table and lifted my saree and started spanking on my ass. Instead of feeling bad for getting spanked like that, I was getting more wet in my pussy.

He then removed my blouse and skirt and got his dick hard when he saw me in a red bra and panties. He removed his shirt and pant and asked me to kneel down and give him a blowjob. I started giving him what he deserved. He was moaning, “Ahhhhh, Renuuuuu, you will always be mine… You dare letting anyone put an eye on youuuu… ahhhhh, you’re soooo gooooood… Suck me like that, bitch… Faster, faster, ahhhhhh…” He stopped me when he was about to explode. He removed my bra and started sucking my boobs and biting the nipples.

He removed my panties and made me sit on the table, spreading my legs, saw my cleaned pussy, and said, “Heaven.” I blushed. He said, “It’s my turn to return the pleasure you gave me.” He put his face between my legs and started to tease me by kissing my inner thighs. I couldn’t control anymore and pleaded with him, “Sirrrrr, please don’t tease meeeee, Sirrrrr, ahhhhh.” He dug his face into my pussy and started sucking it vigorously. His tongue fucked me, and he was eating my pussy.

I was arching my body in excitement, “Ahhhhhh, Sirrrrr, comeee onnn, suck it moreeee, it’s all yours, ahhhh, Sirrrrr, fuckkkkk, fuckkkkk, Sirrrr, I can’t wait to get fucked by you.” Hearing this, he came and thrust his dick into my pussy in one go. I screamed in pleasure and locked my legs around his waist and hugged him. I had the pain and pleasure in one go. I dug my nails on his back. Giving me a few seconds to adjust, he started fucking me in little moves, then started to fuck fastly.

Then he made me sit on the table and started to fuck again, biting the boobs and sucking them, “Ahhhh…” Due to the force of fucking, my boobs were going up and down. He then bent me over the table and pulled my hair and started to fuck in doggy style. His pace increased, and I could sense he was about to explode. Even I was reaching my climax. I didn’t want him to release inside and told him the same. He said, “Your pussy is mine; it will be me who decides where I should release this.” I said, “Yes,” and again he gave one hard spank on my ass, fucking me very hard, and I replied, “Yessss, Sirrrrr,” and we both climaxed together.

After this, we had many fucking sessions along with the training sessions like this.

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The music drifted through the hall, a soft melody that did little to soothe my anticipation. I swirled the scotch in my glass, watching the amber liquid catch the dim light. 8:30 PM, and still no sign of them. I took a slow sip, the warmth spreading through me, and leaned back in my chair.

I scanned the room, noticing a few couples dancing to the music, their faces lit by the soft glow of the stage lights. A waiter approached, asking if I needed anything. I shook my head, my eyes still fixed on the entrance.

Just as I was about to consider ordering another drink, I saw them. Amit entered first, his usual cheerful demeanour slightly restrained. Nikita followed, her eyes moving quickly around the room, a flicker of unease in her expression. They made their way toward me, a silent conversation passing between them.

“Lucky,” Amit said, his voice a touch strained. “Good evening.”

“Evening, Amit,” I replied, rising to greet them. “Nikita.”

“Good evening,” she murmured, her gaze lingering on me for a moment before quickly looking away.

They sat down, the silence stretching between us. Amit cleared his throat. “Nikita told me about your offer,” he began, glancing at her. “We were wondering if we could talk to you about that.”

“Of course,” I said, my voice calm and even. “I’m all ears.”

Amit shifted in his chair, glancing at Nikita. “Nikita has some… concerns,” he said, his tone carefully neutral.

Nikita took a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate the offer, Lucky,” she began, her voice low. “It’s just… It’s a lot to take in. And Amit…” she paused, her gaze flickering towards her husband, “Amit is very enthusiastic about it.”

“Enthusiastic?” I echoed, raising an eyebrow.

“He thinks it’s a fantastic opportunity,” she continued, her voice tight. “He keeps saying it’s my dream, that I shouldn’t let it slip away.”

“And what do you think, Nikita?” I asked, my voice soft.

She hesitated, her eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and frustration. “I… I don’t know,” she admitted. “I’m not sure what to think. He’s so insistent, and it’s making me uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable?” I repeated, my voice laced with a hint of concern.

“Yes,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “He’s… he’s pushing me, Lucky. He’s not even considering how I feel.”

Amit shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “Nikita, I just want what’s best for you,” he protested, his voice defensive. “This is a chance to make your dream a reality.”

“But at what cost, Amit?” she countered, her voice rising slightly. “You’re not even listening to me.”

The tension in the air was thick, a noticeable force that filled the space between us. I watched them, a silent observer in their marital conflict.

“Perhaps,” I interjected, my voice calm and even, “we should discuss this in a more private setting. My room, perhaps? We can have a drink and talk things through.”

Nikita looked at me, her eyes filled with a flicker of hope. “Yes,” she said, her voice barely audible. “That would be better.”

Amit hesitated, then nodded. “Alright,” he said, his voice resigned. “Let’s go.”

We moved to my room, the atmosphere thick with unspoken tension. Amit, despite his earlier enthusiasm, seemed subdued, his gaze darting around the room as if searching for something. Nikita, on the other hand, was a picture of nervous energy.

“Would you like something to drink? I have scotch, and I can order some wine, too,” I offered. They readily accepted.

After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door. It was the waiter with our orders.

I poured two glasses of scotch and a glass of wine, offering them to my guests. “To new beginnings,” I said, raising my glass.

Amit took a large gulp, his eyes fixed on the amber liquid. Nikita sipped hers slowly, her gaze lingering on me.

“So,” I began, settling into a comfortable chair, “tell me about your concerns.”

Nikita took a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine. “It’s not that I don’t want to open a school, Lucky,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “It’s my dream. But… Amit is pushing me, and it doesn’t feel right.”

“Pushing you?” I echoed, my voice laced with a hint of concern.

“Yes,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “He keeps saying it’s a ‘golden opportunity,’ that we can’t afford to pass it up. He even said it’s my ‘chance to do something for myself finally.’”

“And what’s wrong with that?” Amit interjected, his voice defensive. “It’s a chance to make your dream a reality, Nikita.”

“But you’re not listening to me, Amit,” she countered, her voice rising slightly. “You’re not even considering how I feel.”

“I am listening,” he protested, his voice strained. “I just think you’re being unreasonable.”

“Unreasonable?” she scoffed. “I’m the one being unreasonable?”

The argument escalated, their voices rising, the air thick with tension. I watched them, a silent observer in their marital conflict.

“Perhaps,” I interjected, my voice calm and even, “we should focus on the opportunity itself. Nikita, tell me more about your vision for the school.”

Nikita turned to me, her eyes filled with a flicker of hope. “I want to create a school where children can learn in a nurturing environment,” she began, her voice softening. “A place where they can explore their creativity and develop their full potential.”

As she spoke, her passion for her dream became evident. Her eyes sparkled, her voice filled with enthusiasm. I listened intently, nodding occasionally, encouraging her to elaborate.

“And what about the financial aspects?” I asked when she had finished. “Have you considered the costs involved?”

“I’ve done some research,” she replied, her voice more confident. “I have a rough business plan, but I need funding to get started.”

“That’s where I come in,” I said, my voice low and reassuring. “I’m willing to invest in your dream, Nikita. But I need to be sure it’s a sound investment.”

“It will be,” she said, her eyes filled with determination. “I won’t let you down, Lucky. I am just…”

“Wondering why a total stranger is investing in your dreams, especially someone you just met?” I said, offering her a confident smile. She grew nervous, unsure how to respond. “I’m a businessman, Nikita, and I’m always looking for opportunities to profit.”

I picked up my glass, drained it in one gulp, and continued, “Honestly, I’m glad you’re not trusting me blindly.”

“Lucky,” Nikita began, her voice trembling slightly, “I don’t understand…”

“You don’t have to,” I said, my voice smooth and reassuring. “Just trust me. This is a business deal, Nikita. A mutually beneficial arrangement. You get your school, and I… I get what I want.”

I leaned forward, my gaze locking with hers. “And what I want, Nikita,” I whispered, “is your complete and utter trust.”

By now, I had a clear understanding of Amit’s character. Even Nikita seemed taken aback by my directness, the way I framed my proposition as a business transaction, and Amit’s complete lack of reaction.

Nikita’s eyes widened, a flicker of fear mingling with the confusion in her gaze. Amit remained silent, his gaze fixed on his glass.

“How about this: once you’re back in Delhi, we can schedule a meeting to discuss the details of our agreement. That will give you time to prepare your school plans, which we can review together. You’re also welcome to visit me in Indore and see my businesses and industries firsthand. That way, you can be completely confident in my sincerity before we finalize the agreement.” I suggested.

Nikita’s breath hitched, a flicker of relief crossing her features. “That… that sounds reasonable, Lucky,” she said, her voice regaining a measure of composure. “It would give me time to think.”

“Excellent,” I said, offering her a reassuring smile. “We’ll be in touch as soon as you’re back in Delhi.” I turned to Amit, my gaze sharp. “And Amit, I’d appreciate it if you could ensure Nikita has all the necessary documentation for her school plans. It will expedite the process.”

Amit nodded, his eyes avoiding mine. “Of course, Lucky,” he mumbled. “I’ll take care of it.”

“Now that all the confusion is cleared up, how about we enjoy the rest of the night? Let me order a few more drinks,” I suggested, looking at Amit and Nikita.

Amit composed himself, a flicker of his usual cheer returning. “Sure, why not?” he replied. Nikita nodded, a subtle tension still lingering in her posture, but she offered no objection.

I called the hotel’s restaurant, ordering rounds of scotch and wine. I shifted the conversation to lighter topics, sharing stories and jokes, trying to create a more relaxed atmosphere. I wanted to observe their dynamic and see how they interacted after the tension of our earlier discussion.

Amit, fueled by alcohol, became increasingly talkative, regaling us with stories from his work and travels. Nikita, however, remained subdued. Her gaze occasionally drifted towards me, a silent question in her eyes.

“I’m feeling a bit tired,” Amit announced, stifling a yawn. “Is it alright if I take a quick rest on your bed?”

“No problem,” I said, rising to my feet. “Let me help you.”

I guided Amit to the bed, helping him lie down. He was out almost instantly, his breathing heavy and rhythmic. I pulled a blanket over him, ensuring he was comfortable.

“He’s out cold,” I said to Nikita, turning back to her. She was watching me.

“He is not going to wake up before morning,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

“Is that so?” I replied, my voice low and smooth. “What about you, Nikita? Are you feeling tired as well?”

She hesitated, her gaze flickering towards the sleeping Amit. “No,” she said, her voice barely audible. “I’m not tired.”

“Good,” I said, closing the distance between us. “Now, I would like to discuss some important points of our partnership that we cannot discuss in front of your husband.”

I gestured towards the balcony, the soft glow of the city lights casting long shadows across the room. “Let’s step outside. It’s a bit more private.”

She nodded, her eyes filled with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. We walked out onto the balcony. The cool night air was a stark contrast to the warmth of the room.

“Nikita,” I began, my voice low and serious, “our partnership is about more than just a school. It’s about trust, loyalty, and a shared vision.”

I paused, allowing my words to sink in. “There are certain… aspects of our agreement that require a deeper level of commitment,” I continued, my gaze locking with hers. “Aspects that Amit might not fully understand.”

She shifted uncomfortably, her eyes darting around the balcony. “What do you mean, Lucky?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

“I mean,” I said, my voice dropping to a whisper, “that our partnership requires a level of… intimacy that goes beyond business.”

I reached out, gently tracing the curve of her cheek. “A level of intimacy that only you and I can share.”

Her breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly. “Lucky,” she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and desire.

“Don’t be afraid, Nikita,” I said, my voice smooth and reassuring. “This is a mutually beneficial arrangement. You get your school, your dream. And I… I get your complete and unwavering loyalty.”

Before she could complete her sentence, I had already placed my lips on hers. She stiffened at first, but then, with a soft sigh, she melted into me. Her hands found their way to my chest, clutching at my shirt as the kiss deepened.

I tasted the wine on her lips, sweet and intoxicating. I felt the warmth of her body against mine while my hands explored the smooth curves of her body.

I broke the kiss, resting my forehead against hers. “Nikita,” I whispered, my voice husky with emotion. “You are so beautiful.”

With a swift, practised motion, I grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it up, and in an instant, the soft fabric parted, revealing the delicate lace of her bra, a tantalizing glimpse of the beauty hidden beneath. I trailed my fingers along the edge of the lace, feeling the warmth of her skin through the delicate fabric.

Her breath hitched, and her eyes, wide and dark, met mine. She was standing on the balcony in jeans and a bra.

“Lucky,” she whispered, her voice a mixture of apprehension and desire.

I moved behind her and unhooked her bra. The delicate bra fell, and her back was exposed. I nibbled on her neck and moved my hands to her front. I grabbed her soft boobs into my hands. They were full and heavy. I cupped them gently, my thumbs circling the hardened erect nipples, escaping a soft moan from her lips.

I continued to play with her soft breasts and hard nipples while my lips were on hers. Who would have thought that the woman I saw a few days back would be standing on my balcony? Her boobs were exposed while her husband was passed out on the bed.

After kissing her for a while, I turned her around, and she instinctively covered her breasts. Her face was flushed.

“Lucky,” she whispered, her voice laced with a plea.

“Trust me, Nikita,” I murmured, my gaze locking with hers. “Let me show you how beautiful you are.”

I gently moved her hands away, exposing her perky breasts. Even though she was dusky, her breasts were pale and full. The dark nipples were erect, inviting my touch. I gently placed my lips on her boobs and began to suck on them. I could feel her soft flesh and the erect nipples in my mouth.

I alternated licking and sucking on both breasts. Slowly and steadily, I knelt and began to lick her navel while my hands began to explore her ass over her jeans.

I traced the curve of her hips, feeling the gentle movements of her body as she shifted her weight. A soft moan escaped her lips, a mixture of pleasure and anticipation.

I moved my hands lower, feeling the firm roundness of her ass through the fabric. I squeezed the soft flesh, escaping another soft gasp from her. I could feel her breath quickening, her body trembling slightly.

I returned my attention to her navel, circling it with my tongue, then dipping inside. She shivered, her hands gripping my shoulders. I moved lower still, my lips tracing a path down her stomach towards the waistband of her jeans.

“Lucky,” she whispered, her voice laced with a mixture of fear and desire.

“Shhh,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her skin. “Just relax.”

I unbuttoned her jeans, the metallic snap echoing in the silence of the balcony. I slowly slid the zipper down, revealing the delicate lace of her panties. I paused, my gaze lingering on the strip of exposed skin.

“May I?” I whispered, my voice husky with desire.

She hesitated, her eyes fluttering closed. Then, with a soft sigh, she nodded.

I gently slid her jeans down her legs, revealing the full beauty of her body. Her skin was smooth and warm, her curves inviting my touch. I moved back up and grabbed her panties, and pulled them down. She was now standing naked on the balcony.

Her exposed naked pussy was right in front of me. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed. The foreplay had caused her to leak her love juice, which was slowly dripping down her inner thighs.

I moved my head towards her, but she immediately tried to back away. I looked at her and whispered, “It’s okay.” I cupped her soft ass and pulled her towards me, whispering, “It’s alright.”

Before she could protest, I had already placed my lips on her wet pussy. I could taste the saltiness of her love juice in my mouth. Even though she had showered before coming to my room, I could still detect the strong aroma of her arousal due to the foreplay.

“It’s… It’s dirty,” she said, trying to push my head away. But I ignored her words and began to lick her wet pussy. I slid my tongue between her pussy lips and found her clitoris, and I began to flick my tongue over it.

Each flick sent waves of pleasure through Nikita. She was becoming lost in the sensation. Despite the cold outside, our bodies were hot and sweaty. I continued to flick and suck on her clitoris within her pussy lips. Her love juice continued to flow.

I continued licking her pussy and squeezing her soft buttocks. I could tell from her reactions that she was close to climaxing. I continued licking her until she was on the verge of climax, and then I stopped.

I rose to my feet, my gaze locking with hers. “You’re delicious, Nikita,” I whispered, my voice filled with admiration.

She blushed, her eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and desire. I reached out, gently cupping her face in my hands.

I kissed her then, a deep, passionate kiss that spoke of unspoken desires and hidden fantasies. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer, her body moulding against mine.

My hands slowly moved upwards and grasped her shoulders. I gently pushed her to her knees. I unbuckled my belt and then unbuttoned my pants. Nikita immediately understood what I was expecting.

She gently slid my pants down. Her face was flushed. She could clearly see the outline of my already erect penis through my underwear.

She hesitated for a moment and then gently slid my underwear down, exposing my hard penis inches from her nose. She was clearly taken aback.

“It’s…It’s so big,” she whispered. I gently stroked my fingers on her cheek and whispered, “It’s different for everyone, some small and some big.”

I placed my hands behind her head and guided her mouth towards my penis. She opened her mouth and gently took the tip of my penis inside.

Her lips closed around my penis, warm and wet. She moved her head slowly, gently at first, then with increasing confidence, started to speed up. I groaned softly, my hands tangling in her hair, pulling towards me.

She took more of me into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she continued sucking my penis. The sensation was electric, a jolt of pure pleasure that sent shivers down my spine. I could feel the heat building within me, the pressure building up tighter and tighter.

She changed her rhythm continuously, sometimes slow and teasing, sometimes fast and hard. I could feel her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip of my penis, driving me closer to the edge.

“Nikita,” I groaned while pulling her head away.

She looked up at me, her eyes dark and intense. “Yes, Lucky?” she whispered, her voice husky.

“I can’t… I want to fuck your pussy,” I gasped, my body ready for what’s coming next.

I grasped her shoulders, pulled her up, and captured her lips in a fervent kiss. Her body trembled against mine. I broke the kiss, my breath ragged.

“Come inside,” I murmured, my voice husky. I gently guided her towards the bed, the soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminating her hesitant steps.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes darting towards the sleeping Amit, then back to me. “Lucky,” she whispered, her voice laced with a tremor, “I…”

I placed a finger to her lips, silencing her. “Shhh,” I whispered back. “He’s heavily drunk. He won’t know…”

“He is heavily drunk. He will never know…” I repeated, my voice a low, seductive murmur. “It’s just a business deal, Nikita, nothing more.”

Her eyes, wide and dark, searched mine, a silent battle raging within her. I could see the conflict, the desire and the guilt, the thrill of the forbidden sex with the fear of discovery.

I reached out, my fingers tracing the delicate curve of her jaw. “Trust me, It’s all right,” I whispered, my voice a silken promise.

She hesitated for a heartbeat, then with a soft sigh, she nodded, her gaze locking with mine. I gently pushed her back onto the bed, her eyes never leaving mine.

I moved to stand before her, my gaze lingering on the smooth, inviting, beautiful naked body.

“Do you have a condom?” she asked, her cheeks flushed. “We do not need them,” I said, slowly moving between her legs.

“But… it can be dangerous,” she protested when Amit suddenly stirred. For a moment, she was terrified. Even I was startled, but I quickly composed myself and began to push the tip of my penis into her wet, tight pussy.

She immediately looked towards me with pleading eyes. She wanted me to stop, fearing Amit might wake, but I ignored her pleas. I climbed on top of her and placed my lips on hers, my hips gently thrusting inside her tight pussy.

The kiss was deep, a silent assurance, a way to suppress any sound she might make. I moved slowly at first, gauging her reaction, feeling the delicate tightness of her pussy. She moaned softly against my lips, a mixture of fear and pleasure.

Amit shifted again, a low groan escaping his lips. Nikita’s eyes widened, her body tensing beneath me. I paused, holding my breath, listening intently. After a moment, I resumed.

I resumed my movements, my thrusts becoming more confident, more insistent. Nikita’s moans grew louder, her hands gripping my back, her nails digging into my skin. The fear was still there, a visible tension in the air, but it was now mixed with a raw, unrestricted desire.

I could feel her wet pussy walls tightening around me, her heat surrounding my penis, driving me closer to the edge. The risk, the thrill of being caught, heightened the sensation, making it all the more intense.

“Lucky,” she whispered, her voice a breathless plea.

“Yes, Nikita?” I groaned, my body trembling with anticipation.

“I’m close,” she gasped, her hips bucking beneath me.

“Me too,” I whispered back, my voice thick with desire.

I increased my pace, thrusting faster and harder. The climax built within me, a tightening coil of pleasure. Finally, we reached our climax together. A wave of heat washed over us. I filled her married, tight pussy with my cum. I collapsed against her, our bodies still joined, our breaths mingling.

Nikita’s breathing was ragged, her body still trembling slightly. I rolled off her, pulling her close, my arm around her.

“That was…” she began, her voice trailing off.

“Incredible,” I finished, my voice low and husky.

She nodded, her eyes filled with satisfaction. We lay there for a long moment.

After a while, Nikita stirred, her eyes darting towards the sleeping Amit. “We should…” she began, her voice barely a whisper.

“I know,” I murmured, kissing her forehead. “Let’s wash together.”

That night stretched on, a blur of stolen moments and whispered desires. We fucked again in the shower, the hot water a sensual caress against our skin, and yet again on the balcony. By the time we were finished, the clock read 3:30 AM.

Nikita dressed quickly, her movements precise and efficient, then slipped silently back to her room, leaving Amit and me in the quiet stillness of my room.

The next morning, Amit woke with a groggy apology for the previous night and then returned to his room. During breakfast, I announced my return to Indore. I noticed a flicker of disappointment in Nikita’s eyes. But I promised to visit them in Delhi once their vacation was over.

To be continued…

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Chhat par dono baap bete ne milkar Pooja ke saath suhagraat manayi. Pooja ne papa ko apni chut dekar unhe bhi apni side kar liya tha. Papa ne viagra kha raat bhar Pooja ko alag alag tarike se uski chudai kari.

Humdono ne milkar chhat par khuleaam hi jamkar uski chudai kari. Raat ko teeno wahin Pooja ki samuhik chudai ki video dekhte hue chhat par nange so gaye. Subah jaab neend khuli, apne papa se chudwakar Pooja ki chut mein dard tha.

Papa – Good morning, Pooja. Ab dard kaisa hai?

Pooja – Meri chut mein bahut dard hai papa.

Papa – Thanks Pooja kaal ki raat toh main kabhi bhul nahi paunga. Kya raat thi woh.

Pooja – Haan Papa, meri suhagraat jo thi. Special toh honi thi. App dono ka pyaar mujhe raat bhar mila hai. Chalo na papa, mujhe aaj apne haathon se nehlao na. Jaise aap pehle nehlate the.

Pooja ki yeah baate sun woh khush ho jaate hai. Le chalo na papa apne goad mein uthakar bathroom tak.

Main – Bathroom par jane ki kya jarurat hai papa. Isse toh yahin chhat par nehla do. Kaun hi dekh raha hai.

Papa – Thik kaha Rajeev, Kyun Pooja nahaogi yahan, tumhe sharam toh nahi ayegi na.

Main – Jaab road par un anjan logon se kutiya baan chut chatwane mein sharam nahi ayi toh fir yahan hamare samne nangi nahane mein kaisi sharam. Humtoh apne hai, kyun Pooja. Aur waise bhi Pooja ko toh ab khuleam aise nangi hokar ghumne mein maza anne laga hai.

Fir kya tha! Main pipe laga unpar pani dalne lagta hun, aur papa Pooja ko apne haathon se wahin chhat par nehlane lagte hai, Pooja ke badan ko chat chat kar woh khanne lagte hai. Pooja ka nanga bheega badan unki ankhon ke samne the. Aur papa uske badan se khelte hue usse nehla rahe the.

Woh mujhe bhi bulate hai, aur hum teeno wahan nahane lagte hai. Pooja ki subah subah hi chhat par pani mein lotpot hokar fir se chudai karte hai.

Pooja ko wahan se papa apne goad mein uthakar niche le atte hai. Ab toh Pooja ko rokne wala koi nahi tha. Papa pooja ke nange badan ko phochte hai, aur Pooja ko ek dress dete hai. Par woh kuch bhi pehene se inkar kar deti hai.

Pooja – Ab kya jarurat hai kapdo ki papa, main toh aaj se aise nangi hi rahungi pure din.

Fir kya tha Pooja waise hi ghar par nangi hokar pura din bitati, Kabhi kabhi woh Papa ki woh babydoll wali dress pehenti. Apni beti ko aise nangi dekh papa ko bhi maza aa raha tha. Jaab tak mummy wapas nahi aati woh Pooja ko nange rehne ki ijazat de dete hai.

Papa aksar dukan band rakhne lage the. Woh ghar par Pooja ke husan ka dedar karte, aur jee bharkar Pooja ki chudai ka maza lete. Pooja ko bhi bahut maza aa raha the, din raat kisi cheez ki parwa nahi thi. Pooja aur papa ke saath milkar hum daru party karte.

Pooja papa ke goad mein nangi bethkar unhe apne haathon se sharab pilati. Teeno nashe mein dhuth hokar nange hi haal mein nachte, toh kabhi Pooja ko khaate. Aise hi kuch din bitt jaata hai.

Ek din Pooja aise hi sirf woh babydoll wali dress pehen sofe par beth TV dekh rahi thi, aur papa dukan par the. Main bathroom mein naha raha tha. Tabhi achanak doorbell bajti hai. Pooja uthti hai, aur waise hi darwaja khol deti hai. Bahar ek delivery boy aya tha, papa ne kuch khanne ka saman mangwaya tha.

Pooja ko khayal hi nahi tha ki uske badan par sirf uski woh transparent babydoll thi. Woh waise hi dilvery boy ke samne nangi khadi thi. Delivery boy ki toh sanse tham gayi. Woh ek taak Pooja ki nangi chuchiyon ko aur uski chut ko dekh raha tha. Uske pink tranparent lingerie mein uska badan saaf dikh raha tha.

Delivery boy ki umar 20-21 saal se jyada nahi hogi.

Delivery Boy — Madam woh order ke paise.

Pooja usse andar bulati aur sofe par bethne ke liye kehti. Woh toh Pooja ki husan ko dekh mantra mugdh ho chuka tha. Woh akar soffe par beth jaata, aur Pooja darwaja band kar paise lene chali jaati.

Mujhe laga tha ki sayad papa honge darwaze par, Pooja ne bhi koi reaction nahi diya tha. Main waise hi bathroom se nange hokar bahar nikla, aur room mein chala gaya. Pooja wahan kadhi hokar mere wallet se paise nikal rahi thi.

Main waise hi Pooja ko piche se pakda aur, usse apni goad mein uthakar hall mein le gaya.

Pooja – Nahi bhaiya, nahi haal mein nahi, wahan, umm, muaa…

Par isse pehle ki woh age kuch bol paati, maine uski lips ko kiss karte hue uska munh band kar diya. Aur usse lekar hall mein soffe par letakar uski boobs ko dabane laga. Maine jaise hi uski lips ko kiss karna band kiya woh chikh padi.

Pooja – Bhaiya aap pagal ho kya, delivery hai sofe par.

Tab jakar meri nazar uspar padi. Aur main sharam ke mare soffe par pade takiye se apna lund chuppa liya. Delivery boy dara sehma wahan betha hamari sari harkaten dekh raha tha.

Delivery Boy – Madam paise de do na mujhe jaldi janna hai.

Humdono bhagkar apne room mein challe jaate hai. Pooja mujhe marne lagti

Pooja – Aap kya kar rahe the, main bhi kaisi pagal hun, mujhe bhi dhayan nahi raha mere badan par yeah naam ke liye kapde hai. Aur aap pure nange uske samne mere nange badan se khel rahe the, Usne toh saab dekh liya. Abb woh kisko bata dega toh kya karenge.

Main – Aisa karo Pooja uske pass jao, aur uske samne hi apni yeah lingerie utar pheko, usse kehna paise ki jagah meri chut le lo. woh jaise hi tumhare nange badan ko chuyega, main uski video bana lunga. Fir kya uski video hamere pass hogi aur woh kisko kuch nahi keh payega.

Pooja – Mujhe anjan logon ke samne nangi honne ke toh ab addat pad gayi hai. Sabke samne apni behen ko nanga karne ka bahana chahiye bass.

Main – Ab jao bhi woh chala gaya toh hum gaye.

Pooja aisa hi karti hai, Woh jakar delivery boy ko kehti hai.

Pooja – Paise toh nahi hai bhaiya, chaho toh meri chut ka maza le lo paise ke badle.

Aur aisa kehkar woh apni babydoll wali lingerie nikal puri tarah nirvstra ho uss delivery boy ke samne khadi thi. Woh delivery boy pura jaam gaya tha, woh Pooja ke nange jism ko ek tak dekh raha tha. Pooja jaisi gori chitti maal uske samne nangi khadi thi, bhala woh kaise khud ko rok sakta tha.

Pooja – Kya hua kisiko aaj tak nangi nahi dekha hai kya. Kyun hun na ekdum tanaka maal.

Delivery Boy – Nahi didi aaj pehli baar kisko aise bina kapde ke dekh raha hun.

Woh sharmata hue usse dekh raha tha.

Delivery Boy – Aap call girl ho kya. Jo paise lekar sex karti hai.

Pooja hasne lagi, delivery boy sach mein bahut bola tha.

Pooja – Haan main call girl hun, bahut paise leti hun ek din ka, Aur yeah mera customer hai. Haan par tumhare saath free mein sex karungi. Karoge mere saath sex.

Delivery Boy – Mujhe daar lag raha hai mere paise de do na, mujhe jaldi jaana hai.

Pooja – Itna kyun daar rahe ho main kha thode hi jayungi, bass jara dekhu to tumhare hatiyaar mein koi dikkat toh nahi wana shaadi ke baat apni biwi ko kaise khus karoge. Ab sharamana band karo aur mujhe jahan chunne ka dil kare chu log main kuch nahi kahungi.

Pooja – Bolo kya accha lagata hai, meri yeah rasile boobs ya meri yeah gulabi chut. Aao toh pass.

Pooja age badhi aur uske dono haath lekar apne boobs par rakh diya, Delivery boy pura akbaka gaya, usne pehli baar kisiki nangi chuchiyon ko chua tha.

Pooja – Kya hua, hai na ekdum komal. Isse ab jor jor se dabayo, aur apne munh mein lekar mera dood pi jao. Bahut accha lagega tumhe.

Pooja usko apni aur kichti hai, aur apne kamar par uske haath rakh diya aur usse gale lagane lagi. Bichara ab Pooja ke husan ke jaal mein phass chukka tha. Usne kamar se haath uski gori mast gand par rakh usse sehlane laga.

Pooja uske munh mein apna nipple deti hai, aur uske saar ko pakad acche se apne boobs par satati hai. Delivery body uski gand ko chod ab uski chuchiyon dabakar uski nipple ko kaat kaat kar usse chusne laga.

Pooja – Yeah hui na baat. Aaise hi dono ka raas piya, ladiyon ko bahut maza aata hai, Apni biwi ke chuchiyon ko aise chusoge toh woh roz apni chut degi tumhe.

Uske behen ke gand ko dabate hi Pooja Puri garam ho gayi thi. Ab toh usse fir se chudai chahiye the, itne dino se hamara lund ka hi maza mila tha usse, aaj ek naye mard se chudwane ka mauka woh kaise jaane deti.

Woh ab Pooja ko kiss karne laga, Ab woh bhi pooja ka saath dene laga.

Main wahan dono ki video banane laga , par dono ko kahan hosh tha, Delivery boy Pooja ke jism ko charo taraf chu raha tha, aur Pooja acche se usse apne nange jism se khelne de rahi thi.

Fir kya tha, Pooja usske kapde utarne lagti hai, aur usse bhi nanga kar deti hai, dono ki chudai ki video camere mein acche se record ho rahi thi.

Pooja usse pakadti hai, aur sofe par leta kar uske lund par khudne lagti hai. Woh bhi Pooja ki chuchiyon ko uski nipple ke chus chus kar auski kamar ko pakad usse apne lund par khuda raha tha.

Kuch deer waise hi dono meri ankhon ke samne chudai karte hai, aur woh Delivery boy khussi se usse chodte hue kai baar jhaad jaata hai. Akhir usse aise mast maal mili thi chodne ke liye. Kuch deer baat woh Pooja ko thanks bolta hai,

Delivery Boy – Didi aaj pehli baar kiski chudai ki hai maine. Aaj ka din main kabhi nahi bhul payunga. Ab mujhe jaane do mujeh bahut deer ho gayi hai.

Pooja – Apne paise toh lete hao. Aur waise yeah mere bhaiya hai, koi customer nahi, main koi call girl nahi hun. Haan par apni bhaiya ki paltu kutiya jarur hun.

Delivery Boy – Baap re apne bhaiya se, kass meri aisi behen hoti. Aap bahut lucky ho bhaiaya.

Main – Ek chiz ka dyan rakhna aaj jo hua hai yeh kisi se maat kehna, warna tumhari nangi video toh hai hi mere pass. Police ke pass janne mein kitna waqt lagega

Delivery Boy – Nahi bhaiya aisa kyun dekh rahe ho, aaj mujhe didi ne jannat ki shair karwayi hai, main kisi se kuch nahi kahunga.

Pooja – Yeah kitna cute hai na bhaiya. Tum udass maat ho video kisiko nahi dikhaungi, ab toh ghar dekh liya hai. Jab didi ki chut ki yaad aye aajana apni didi ko apne lund ki sawari karwane.

Aur aisa kehkar woh wahan se janne lagta hai, Pooja waise hi nangi hokar darwaje taak jaati hai, aur usse vida karti hai.

Delivery Boy ki toh lottery lag gayi thi. Usse toh paise bhi mile aur chudai bhi.

Main – Waah Pooja aise nayi nayi lund roz mile toh tumhe toh maza hi aa jaye kyun.

Pooja – Haan bhaiya ab toh mujhe koi sharam nahi, main ab kisi se bhi chudwa sakti hai, yeah chut ki aag kya na karwaye mujhse. Dekho na kaise uss anjan delivery boy ki bahoon mein kaisi nangi hokar chali gayi.

Main – Woh jaab tumhe call girl samaj raha tha, main sochne laga ki kyun na tumhe call girl hi banna doon, chudai bhi milegi aur paise bhi. Kya khyal hai.

Pooja – Main majjak kar rahi thi, aap toh sach mein mujhe call girl banna chahte ho.

Main – Harz hi kya hai Pooja, maine jaab tumhse badla lene ka plan banaya tha, toh tabhi socha tha ki paise lekar roz tumhari is jism ka sauda karunga. Roz roz alag alag logon ke haathon tumhe bechunga. Maine toh Basant ke saath milkar tumahra rate card bhi bana rakha tha, dekhogi Pooja.

Tabhi papa aa jaate hai aur hamari batte sunte hai.

Pooja – Dekh rahe ho papa, bhaiya mujhe call girl banana chahte hai. kehte hai mere jaisi mast maal ke bahut paise milenge. Paise ke liye khud ko bechon, logon se paise lekar chudai karayun apni, mujhe toh soch kar kitna ajeeb lag raha hai. Paise dekar na jaane log kya kya karwayenge mujhse.

Papa – Yeah kya sach hai Rajeev, bahut paise milenge kya. Aisa hai toh Pooja fir toh achi kamai ho jayegai. Waise bhi mera danda manda chal raha hai. Idea toh accha hai Rajeev.

Pooja – Yeah bhagwan, papa aap bhi yeahi chahte ho. Dono baap bete ek jaise hai. Meri izat ki kisiko parva hi nahi.

Main – Pooja tum kyun daar rahi ho, jo bhi paise dega uske saath akele thode hi bhejenge tumhe, main saath rahunga. Tum kyun daar rahi ho, tumhe toh bass unhe khuss karna hai. Woh toh tum karne mein expert ho gayi ho. Waise bahut kuch kar sakti ho, chahe toh video call par apke kapde utar ka logon ko dikhao. Uske bhi paise milenge.

Pooja – Mummy aa jayegi toh kya kahungi kahan jaa rahi hun roz roz. Unhe jaab hamara yeah karnama pata chalega na, toh sabko ghar se nikal degi.

Main – Unhe batayega kaun. Tum bahana bana dena computer class rehta hai.

Pooja – Accha ji, waise main bhi toh dekhoon kya rate lagaya hai apni behen ka.

Fir kya main papa ko mobile deta hun, jisme behen ka rate chart tha. Papa padhna challu karte hai. Woh bhi bahut excited the akhir kya rate lagaya tha maine.

Call par sex chat karne ka 1 ghante ka 200 Rs.

Online nangi video chat 1 ghante ka, Sirf Boobs dikhane ke liye – 300 rupee. 2 Ghante ka – 500 rupee. Pooja – Waah yeah toh bahut kaam hai par chalega.

Onlien Puri nangi Video chhat 1 Ghanta ka – 500 rupee.

Pooja – Matlab sirf 500 mein main kisiko bhi apna nanga badan dikha dungi. Kitni sasti hai meri izat.

1 Ghante ke liye Personal Booking 1 Person – 5000 Rs. 1 Ghante ke liye Group Booking 4 Person – 10000 Rs

1 Night 1 Person – 8000 Rs. 1 Night Group 8 Person Max – 15000 Rs.

Sex Party – 25000 / Night

Papa – Waah kya Rate chaar banaya hai Rajeev. Pooja tum video call par nangi toh ho sakti ho.

Pooja – Hmm, aur kisine video bana liya toh. Fir kya karungi.

Main – Pooja usme massk lagakar karna hota hai, Bass badan par kapde nahi honge. Apna face toh chupa sakti hoo.

Papa – Fir toh sahi hai Rajeev, Pooja yeah kaam toh kar sakti ho tum. Maz aayaega kya bolti hoo.

Main – Woh kya kahegi papa, uske chere ki smile keh rahi hai, waise woh toh hamari paltu kutiya hai, mana thode hi kargi. Kitni excited lag rahi dekho toh.

Pooja mujhe marte hue sharmati hui apna munh chupa leti hai.

Main – Waah Pooja tumhe sharam bhi aati hai, nangi khadi ho kar apna munh chipa rahi ho sharam ke maree. Kamal ho tum. Toh bolo bata doon Basant ko, woh yeah rate chaart daal dega, fir kaal se hi tumhari kamayi chalu.

Pooja – Sach bhaiya app dono mujhe call girl banakar hi manoge. Thik hai dedo Basant ko meri rate chart. Aap dono ko apni izat toh de hi chukki hun, ab apke liye sabko apni jawani bechungi.

Toh iss tarah Pooja akhir apni jawani bechne ke liye ready ho hi jaati hai. Aur Ab usse haar roz do teen kar video call karni padti hai, Pooja ko haar roz 1000–1500-rupee milne lage. Abhi woh itna famous nahi hui thi, par jald hi woh famous honne wali thi.

Ek din woh aise hi video call par nangi hokar chhat kar rahi thi, par achanak nangi hokar nachte hue uski mask gir gayi, aur usse hosh bhi nahi raha. Pooja ka chehra ab expose ho chukka tha. Usse kai logon ne nanga dekh liya tha.

Pooja darne lagi, par ab kya kar sakte the, Pooja ko bina mask ke dekh log aur jayada demant karne lage, itna sexy badan aur upar se itna massum aur hasin chehre wali ladki ko saab nangi dekhna chahte the, Pooja ne ab apna rate badha liya tha. Pehle toh woh age bina mask ke video chhat mana karne lagi.

Par manne aur paap ne jaab samjhaya toh woh razi ho gayi. Waise bhi uski social network par koi account tha nahi, toh usse koi jaanta bhi nahi tha. Uska phaya utha ab woh bina mask ke video par nangi honne lagi. Par itne se mera maan kaahan bharne wala tha. Mujhe toh apni behen ko call girl banana tha.

Age Pooja ke saath kya hua woh ek alag kahani mein bataunga.