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The Menon family’s Kochi mansion stood like a beacon against the Arabian Sea. Its marble floors and crystal chandeliers glinting with wealth. Chippy Menon, 41, was its radiant heart. Her MBA gold medal was framed above the rosewood staircase.

Her elegance was wrapped in silk kurtis that clung to her full breasts and swayed with her hips. Her husband, Ravi Menon, 45, a textile baron, kept her glowing with surprises—emerald necklaces and candlelit dinners on their private jetty.

Their son, Lal, 22, was their poet. His quiet charm and lyrical verses are a nod to Chippy’s intellect. His presence was a soft warmth at their lavish Onam feasts. Their laughter wove through jasmine-scented nights, a symphony that made Kochi’s elite whisper, “The Menons are perfect.”

Chippy ran their world with a scholar’s grace. Planning coconut-milk banquets, tutoring Lal’s literature essays, and melting under Ravi’s touch. She’d slip into a turquoise kurti, the fabric hugging her curves, and catch Ravi’s grin.

“My scholar queen,” he’d tease, stealing a kiss, and she’d giggle, swatting him, her heart light. Lal was her joy, forever her boy, scribbling poetry in his room, his dreamy nature a puzzle she cherished. She saw him as the child who’d begged for bedtime tales. She poured her care into him, blind to any shadow.

When Ravi jetted off for a month-long business trip to Dubai, the mansion’s vastness swallowed Chippy. She went to sleep in Lal’s bed, curling up on his sheets. Her kurti was soft against the pillows, telling herself it was for comfort, a mother’s need to stay close.

His room—strewn with poetry anthologies and inky pens—was a cosy tie to her son, her role. One afternoon, while dusting his desk, she found a leather-bound notebook, its pages etched with Lal’s elegant script. A poem, “Veiled Light,” caught her eye, its Yeats-like cadence lyrical and elusive:

In twilight’s hush, a vision weaves,
Through woven mists, her shadow grieves.
Her voice, a chime in evening’s lore,
A breath of bloom on a distant shore.
Her gaze, a star through velvet skies,
Her step, a dance where moonlight lies.
In silk, she glides, a scented flame,
Her mark, a spark, and no heart could tame.

Chippy’s lips curved, charmed by its beauty. “Lal’s got a sweetheart,” she chuckled, picturing a college girl—kohl-eyed, shy—inspiring his pen. The poem’s dreamy vagueness, its Romantic sweep, felt like a boy’s tender crush. She laughed, shelving the notebook.

“Such a romantic,” she murmured, the lines lovely but cryptic, their meaning slipping past her like a monsoon breeze. When asked, he would brush off her.

Months passed, and Ravi’s trips stretched longer. Waking in Lal’s bed, Chippy found her kurti crumpled, her body flushed, and a damp ache between her thighs. “Careless, Chippy,” she scolded herself, blaming steamy dreams of Ravi’s hands.

In the mirror, she’d tease herself, smoothing her kurti, her fingers grazing her breasts. “Ravi’ll fix this,” she smirked, but the ache lingered, a riddle she ignored.

One night, she stirred, a creeping sensation under her kurti, like fingers brushing her skin. Heart pounding, she flicked on the lamp, expecting a lizard. Lal slept beside her, his face serene, a child’s calm in his curled form.

Her chest tightened—her imagination? She blamed her restless mind and slipped away, shaken.

Nights later, it returned. A hand—warm, trembling—roamed her body, tracing her breasts, slipping lower to tease her pussy through her leggings. Fear and shame surged, her mind reeling. But her body pulsed, betraying her with heat. The hand squeezed her breast and grazed her nipple.

She lay frozen, her head bursting. She should’ve screamed, but she didn’t, guilt choking her until the touch fell slack in sleep. When the breathing beside her steadied, she fled to the bathroom, tears streaming, her sobs muffled. “What’s happening?” she whispered, her reflection a ghost.

Morning brought Lal’s usual grin, offering her tea. Chippy’s voice was ice, “Put it there.” She dodged his eyes, her kurti too tight, her breasts heavy with dread. Days bled into silence, her replies sharp, his attempts at chatter brushed off.

One evening, in the kitchen, Lal tried his old warmth, hugging her from behind, his breath soft. “Missed you, Amma,” he murmured. Chippy snapped. She spun, her hand cracking across his cheek, once, twice, three times, the slaps echoing off the granite.

“You’re vile!” she screamed, tears spilling. “Your own mother? How dare you?” Her kurti trembled, her voice raw.

Lal crumpled, sobbing, “Amma, no, I didn’t…” He fell to his knees, clutching her feet, “Please, I’m sorry!” Chippy’s face was stone, her heart a storm. “Get out,” she hissed, turning to the sink, her hands shaking.

They became strangers. Lal left notes and offered to carry bags, but Chippy’s silence was a fortress, her eyes cold.

Ravi returned, sensing the chill. “What’s wrong with you two?” he asked over dinner, his voice tight, the clink of spoons deafening. Chippy stared at her plate, and Lal mumbled about exams. Ravi’s frown deepened, and his usual charm dimmed. The mansion felt like a monsoon’s weight.

Chippy’s anger softened, pity stirring. One night, a week before the Munnar trip, she pulled out Lal’s notebook, rereading “Veiled Light” to glimpse her son’s heart. The lines were haunting, their Yeats-like beauty stirring unease, but their meaning remained a fog.

A vision weaves—a girl’s grace? A scented flame—her perfume? The words felt heavy. But she shook it off, assuming it was for some classmate, no hint it was her. She set it aside, unsettled, the poem’s truth still veiled.

Months dragged, their talks bare—groceries, bills, nothing more. Ravi’s sadness seeped into the walls, his jokes flat. Then came the Munnar trip, a 10-day retreat to their tea estate villa, a desperate bid to heal the family.

The 10-hour drive was chaos—the SUV stuffed with suitcases, Ravi’s work bags, and three extra briefcases for his deals. “Chippy, sit on Lal’s lap,” Ravi said, behind the wheel, humming a Yesudas tune. “No room.”

Chippy’s stomach twisted, her kurti too thin, her breasts too prominent. “Can’t we shift something?” she protested, but Ravi waved it off, focused on the ghat roads. Lal shifted in the back, eyes down. “It’s okay, Amma,” he mumbled.

She climbed on, her hips settling against him, her kurti riding up, her back rigid as Kochi’s backwaters faded. An hour in, a bulge pressed against her ass, hard, undeniable. Fury flared, and she twisted, glaring at Lal, her whisper venomous. “What’s this?”

Ravi was oblivious, navigating the curves, the radio crackling. Lal’s face burned, his voice a shaky whisper. “I’m sorry, Amma… I can’t help it.” Her glare cut deeper, but he held her gaze, his words spilling, raw, desperate.

“It’s you, Amma. I love you—not just as my mother, but as… everything. I know it’s wrong, but it’s true. Veiled Light was for you, every line. Your walk, like tides, swaying through the house. Your laugh, a chime that lights my soul. Your jasmine scent is a bloom I breathe every day. Your kurtis, like silk flames, burning my dreams. The mole on your lip, a star I see every night. Your curves, your warmth, your bedtime stories—it’s my world. I’d die before hurting you. Please, Amma, it’s love, not shame.”

Chippy froze, her heart lurching. The poem’s lines flared—tides were her swaying hips, chime her laughter, bloom her jasmine perfume, silk her kurtis, star the mole on her lower lip, warmth her maternal hugs.

It was her, every metaphor a vivid portrait—her scent, her body, her smallest details—its meaning bursting open now for her and the reader alike. She’d read it twice, charmed then uneasy. But she understood nothing until this moment. The poem’s truth was a revelation that pierced her.

Shame battled a secret flush, her cheeks warming despite her mother’s mask. “You can’t say that,” she whispered, voice stern. But her body softened, sinking against him, the bulge a quiet torment. She shifted, blaming the car’s jolts. Her hips rubbed against him, slow, deliberate, her kurti clinging to her breasts.

His breath hitched, his hands gripping the seat, and she felt it—a spark, forbidden, alive. She didn’t speak, didn’t look at him, but a faint smile curved her lips, hidden in the SUV’s dusk.

Ravi drove on, humming, Munnar’s tea slopes rising, and Chippy’s mind spun—guilt, desire, and a truth unveiled too late.

In Forbidden Discoveries (Parts 1–4), Pallavi and Rohini’s innocent curiosity leads to hidden sensuality and emotional intimacy, until Tanvi, the manipulative seducer, figures it all out and blackmails them to submit to her whims. She while showing shameless behavior manipulates Rohini into humiliating submission, while deceiving Pallavi into blindfolded pleasure. When Pallavi simply walks away, we see Tanvi’s control begin to crack. What Tanvi doesn’t realize—Pallavi and Rohini are already plotting their revenge, to stunt the revolving, sinful games she made them do.

It all started with a simple WhatsApp message.

Rohini showed it to me while we were chilling in her room on a lazy Thursday afternoon.
It was from Tanvi.

“Come over Saturday evening. Just us three. Wear something… soft.”

Rohini looked at me with questioning eyes, and I noticed she was biting her lower lip slightly. My heart did a little flippy thing – I wasn’t even sure if it was just nerves, fear, or something darker… something exciting.

By the time Saturday evening rolled around, we were standing outside Tanvi’s door. I felt my palms sweaty and couldn’t stop fiddling with the hem of my dress.

Tanvi opened the door wearing a satin robe that was barely tied. Her skin looked like warm honey in candle light, and her eyes were unreadable… but hungry.

She took a slow scan of the both of us. When her gaze settled on me for a moment too long, a heat rose in my chest.

“Cute,” she said softly. Just one word and my knees started to buckle.

The room was softly lit with soft amber lamps at the corner flickering shadows across Tanvi’s perfectly made bed. She wanted to play host this time — “it was just easier,” she said, but it had the promise of mischief in her playful voice. It was the voice we both had become familiar with. It was the voice with the secret expectation of something different from fun.

Tanvi was centered in the bedroom, in a black satin robe that just barely reached halfway down her thighs. A brief slip of dark wine red lace was a lacy tease of her a dark and delicate bra that properly framed her voluptuous breasts about a view from above. Her strappy boyshorts sat on her curvy hips like a calculated reveal and she was twisting and loosening the robe allowing her lacquered skirt to swish around her thighs.

Rohini was in shorts and an oversized tee trying to look casual — but I knew her. Underneath that oversized tee, was her soft lilac bralette she wore for special nights, the fit and shape beautifully maintained her full breasts. Her matching boy shorts were hugging her wide curvy hips, struggling but doing a good job covering her fullness underneath.

And me?

I’d worn my pale pink slip dress — short, silky, not brushing much past the top of my thighs. It hugged my curves like a second skin, with no bra underneath, the outline of my nipples clear through the material. Underneath, a soft, floral-embroidered mesh panty. It was a complete accident… except… maybe I subconsciously knew something was coming. Maybe a part of me hoped.

Tanvi picked up on it. She watched them outline my body as she walked around us with her slow, confident panther-like exploration, her eyes drinking it all in like too much sweet tea. She put her fingers out and trailed them along the fabric of my slip, leaning in close to watch how my slip hugged my body and saw how I squirmed — and, smile.

“A pink girl,” she said, “you’ll be blushing all night.”

Rohini sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, trying not to act nervous; but I could see her legs were pressed together a bit tighter than normal — was she nervous? Jealous? Or were they already wet with anticipation?

Tanvi continued her circling around us, getting closer and closer — like a panther toying with a young gazelle. Slowly, silently, confidently. I sat beside Rohini near the edge of the bed, palms sweating, heart beating unevenly. Each breath that exited my chest, moved up and down, heavier subject to my thickening breath — maybe not from fear but rather as the warmth began to curl in my belly.

“Are you girls ready?” Tanvi’s voice came across the silence, soft but slicing cleanly. She was looking directly at me, not Rohini — and in that moment, I just knew.

This evening was about me.

She walked up to me, leaning down to tuck back a piece of hair from my face — her fingers lingering long enough to send shivers up my spine. Rohini noticed. Of course she did. I felt her eyes burn a hole into us unable to decide whether to speak up or submit.

Tanvi leaned in again. This time, her lips were almost touching my ear when she said, “You’re going to be mine tonight, Pallavi.”

And before I could say anything back, her hand arched right up my thigh — and the world fell quiet.

And then Tanvi leaned in, speaking low.

“I have always fantasized about what it would be like… to have both of you.”

I froze. I think Rohini did too.

But we never said no.

Tanvi stood. In one fluid motion she held her robe down. I could barely breathe. She wore a maroon lace bra, and a piece of string for a bottom. Her body swayed as though she was always dancing, even when she was completely still.

“Stand up,” she whispered.

I hesitated. But I did stand.

She walked first to Rohini — unzipping her navy-blue top, letting it slide down slowly, unveiling her voluptuous figure in a black sheer bra. Rohini did not pull away, not even when Tanvi leaned in and kissed her shoulder.

Then… she turned to me.

Her hand grazed the strap on my dress. My heart pounded. I felt so little underneath her gaze. So open.

“You are the soft one,” as she let my dress slide down my arms.

I wanted to speak — no, I wanted to say no — but I couldn’t. Not while her fingers danced across my collarbone. Not as she leaned in and whispered…

“I want to taste your innocence.”

Her lips touched mine, and I melted. It was not rushed. It was slow, teasing, and slightly controlling. She kissed as if she owned the moment. Like she was unwrapping a gift too long awaited.

She pushed both me and Rohini back onto the bed. We lie next to each other, skin barely touching, our breaths shallow.

Then, she moved between us.

I watched her kiss Rohini — deep, rough, and slightly possessive. Rohini moaned against her, her body arching into Tanvi.

Then… Tanvi turned back to me.

This time her mouth was softer. Tentative. Alluring.

One of her hands crept between my legs.

I gasped.

“Touch her,” she said, her eyes moving to Rohini. “Both of you…touch each other. I want to see you implode for me.”

I looked at Rohini, my best friend since we were born. I reached out with trembling fingers; she did the same.

Our fingers connected with flesh. Soft curves. Bare bellies. Breasts that we had only stolen glances at before.

And it was electric.

Tanvi reclined, pulling her panties off as she languorously watched us, heavy lidded eyes and sultry smile giving her away. Her fingers traced between her own legs slowly. Reaching, rhythmically, deliberate.

She was on top of me, body against my body, heat, tension slick on our skin. Tanvi’s wet folds gliding against mine, slow and torturous. She was grinding, dragging, teasing. With each turn of her hips I felt a full jolt of vitality coursing through me. Each full inhale was followed by gasps like I was drowning and barely managing to surface.

And then…she whispered to me.

“Let go for me, Pallavi… I want to feel you lose control underneath me.”

Her words wrapped around my spine like fire.

And then she turned towards Rohini.

“Sit on her face.”

Rohini froze. Her eyes were wide, they were looking back at mine — nervous, aching, bewildered.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “I want to.”

It was a bit of a struggle as Rohini climbed across my body, but I tasted her.

Soft. Wet. Familiar and yet brand new.

Tanvi didn’t stop moving — she held my hips, her breath ragged, her hands roaming over us both. We thrummed together, tangled, lost in gasps, surrendering to something we didn’t quite understand but still couldn’t stop chasing.

Rohini’s thighs trembled above me as she straddled my face. I had my tongue buried deep between her folds, tasting the sweetness, the warmth. She whimpered my name — soft, breathless. Her fingers gripped my hair like it was a ledge.

Tanvi’s hands held my hips, not letting me panic as she picked up the pace — now the wetness highlighted delicious friction along her core; her moans grew louder, ragged, blurring into one and sending tiny electric shocks from my skin.

I swear I could feel her pulse travel along our bodies — with every grind, I felt myself move closer.

I muffled my moans beneath Rohini, as they built — deep in my chest, curling in every possible space — my toes curled, my thighs clenched. I couldn’t stop the surging pressure.

I couldn’t control this time and held Tanvi’s ass

“Oh fuck, baby… you’re shaking,” Tanvi breathed, her own voice shaking from her release.

And then — it hit.

A wave, deep and unstoppable, crashed through my core. My back arched against my will, thighs twitching as my orgasm ripped through me like lightning. My vision blurred. I gasped. I cried — lost in heat, slickness, surrender.

Tanvi followed only seconds later — gasping, grinding against me, soaking my thighs as she came with a shuddering cry, her body collapsing over mine.

Rohini moaned, louder than I had ever heard her, her legs tightening around my head as her body gyrated above. Her climax was raw — messy, vulnerable, beautiful.

The room was filled with nothing but our panting breaths, the smell of sex, and a tangle of quiet bliss.

Tanvi’s cheek was pressed against mine, her voice barely above a whisper now.

“That … was just the beginning.”

And I knew — deep in my trembling body — that we were never going back to who we were before that night.

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This is the 2nd part of the story widow Indian mom and horny son. It’s a fictional story about a horny son longing for his widow mom and his erotic encounters. The erotic encounters increases during the covid lockdown and the son is becoming extremely horny having these encounters. Covid lockdown was announced again for a month in our area and nearby areas for a month and it was announced on Friday.
When I heard the news of the lockdown, I called up my work place manager and he told me that I could work from home. And he said that there was no work during the weekend anyways as our company gave weekend offs. I and my mom had dinner and she was in her blouse and petticoat while having dinner that night. I could see her milky thighs as she was sitting cross legged on the sofa to the left. My mom told me that the housemaid will also not come during these lockdowns as its restricted. So we have to clean the utensils, wash the clothes and cook the food. I told mom that I would help her in all the activities. I also told her that I would get all the groceries for the house. As she was washing the utensils in the kitchen, I could see the shape of her ass through the petticoat, which made me horny. I was also thinking that a month would be enough to get the chance to fuck my sexy mom.
When I woke up the next day, I saw my mom in the kitchen warming the milk for drinking tea. I could see her ass crack through the petticoat as she forgot to straighten the petticoat. It made me horny again in the morning. We both drank tea and just saw the morning news. My mom told me that she would cook the food and then take bath. Then we started cutting vegetables and when I was cutting vegetables, I saw that mom did not wear any bra inside her blouse. Out of impulse, I just hugged my mom from the front and she asked me, why did I do so? I said that I hugged her because she has taken good care of me. My mom quipped that “you have to take care of me too and cater to my every need. Can you do that?” I replied “yes”. My mom reiterated again “so you will take care of every need and you will not back out”. I firmly replied “yes, why should I back out?”. That day after cooking food, mom was going to take bath. She was in the same blouse and petticoat I saw in the morning. She closed the bathroom door. And then she threw the blouse outside by keeping the bathroom door partially open. And she also threw her petticoat outside with the door partially open. I could only see her hands throwing off the clothes. With her both pieces of clothes outside, I was thinking “was my mom naked inside the bathroom?”. I was imagining her 34 sized boobs, lovely armpits, hairy pussy and her sexy naked ass in the bathroom and being with her inside the bathroom. This thought did give me an erection. Suddenly my mom shouted from the bathroom to bring her clothes in the bedroom. I went to the bedroom and gave her blouse and petticoat to her. My mom came out of the bathroom wearing the blouse and petticoat.
Next day morning I was sleeping and mom was waking me up. She was in her blouse and petticoat. And the gap in mom’s petticoat, where I could see the hairy bush was near my eyes. I could see the bush more clearly now. It was all tangled and unkempt. At that moment, I got a hard-on and was thinking “how would mom look nude near me”? Mom’s 34 sized boobs, slim tummy, hairy bush, milky white thighs and a sexy ass. I was imagining that mom was nude and cleaning the house near me. Mom shook me up and asked me what was I thinking. I said nothing. I got up and started brushing my teeth and I saw mom working in the kitchen. I could see her back from my angle. After brushing, I went and hugged mom from behind. I do not know what prompted me to do that. Was it the scene in the morning that made me do this? I hugged her from behind and was lightly rubbing her ass from behind and simultaneously was feeling her tummy. Mom told me that enough and you have to show me the love, when I need it. I was thinking what was the meaning of what mom said or was I overthinking?
My mom told me to get some provisions from the shop. When I rung the bell after getting the provisions from the shop, my mom asked who rung the bell? I replied that it was me. My mom opened the door wearing only bath towel covering the front part and she opened the door with the other hand. And as I was coming inside the house, she was entering the bathroom. I could see mom’s back and he fair legs. It gave me a hard-on. I was getting urges to fuck my mom seeing her that way. These were only 2 days after the month long lockdown announced in our area.
Couple of days passed by with my mom always waking me up in her blouse and petticoat and me seeing her hairy bush being so near and these were resulting in hard-ons every day right from the morning. It was a Wednesday and 5 days after the covid lockdown. My mom received a phone call from her friend that they were holding a get-together at her place at 4pm that day. While I was working that day, my phone charging came down completely by about 1230pm. I informed my manager from her phone that I will be able to answer calls after minimum 2 hrs. The phone was charging in the bedroom. It was around 315pm and my phone rang. The bedroom door was closed and I forgot that my mom was changing clothes to go to the get-together. I opened the bedroom door and saw my mom in her bra and petticoat from behind. I was stunned. My mom told me that she was getting dressed up to go to her friend’s place. I told her that I forgot due to the work. My mom did not shout at me though. As I quickly took my cell phone from the charger and was going to the hall, I saw mom in her bra from the front side and slight cleavage too. This was a new scenario and I got a hard-on after going to the hall. My mom went to the get-together within half hour and I was thinking what happened, what’s happening and what may happen, if this goes on.
Should I fuck my mom within a week as my urges were increasing? Should I wait for the right chance? Should I fuck her forcefully?
I am sorry for writing the 2nd part after a long time as could not write due to work pressure. Please email me at [email protected] with your suggestions, kinks, ideas and whether I should continue with erotic scenes or not.

Hello, everyone; this is Anu Shain, 30 years old (34D and 5’6 tall) from a Marathi and Telugu background, living abroad for a decade now. I want to share another story with ISS readers.

This story happened after my previous story, Echoes of Anu – Part 5 (Healing Horizons); this story happened in the year 2012. While broke and hiding it from Dad, I impersonated Geet to manipulate Ramesh, our shady new accountant. I played the game.

Continued..!

I woke to a faint clink, My head throbbed. I blinked against the daylight slicing through the curtains. Geet didn’t say a word. She moved like a shadow, silent, practised. A hot cup of coffee appeared by my bedside. I stared at the ceiling.

She picked up my clothes, folded the blanket at my feet, even shifted my night robe, covered my ass cheeks without so much as a sigh. She glanced at me once before slipping out.

Geet: “Coffee’s hot, didi..; I’m going to meet my grandfather”, smiled. Then gone.

The coffee was stronger than usual, Geet knew I needed it. I took one sip, then bolted to the toilet. I came back out, wiping steam from my forehead. My night dress clung to me, I grabbed my notebook and scrawled a few half-legible thoughts.

I buried myself in the assignment, and I barely understood. My fingers danced across the keyboard, half from caffeine, half from nerves.

Then—pop. An ad blinked on the side: “Lonely tonight? Watch me now jerking.” I frowned.

Me: “Ugh, seriously?” I clicked out. Another one popped, this time a girl in red biting her lip. I opened a new tab.

I leaned in, eyes scanning the screen. I tapped the keys harder; a porn site popped up with a threesome video playing.

My breath felt warm and heavy against the cold glass of my coffee cup. My fingers rushed through my panty, tugging lightly. I closed my eyes.

Me: “Fuck me, dammit.” But all I saw behind my eyelids was Vishnu’s smile from the bus. That lazy, knowing grin. He had nothing to do with this porn, yet it made my heart pound like I’d just let Vishnu fuck me.

The cursor blinked on the screen, waiting for me to finish the video. My phone buzzed.

“Hey Anu, super urgent. Can you send me 3000rs? Need to cover hostel mess. Promise I’ll return.”

I sighed and clicked into my internet banking out of habit. The screen loaded. Then I froze, only 4,000Rs balance. What? That couldn’t be right. I checked again. No mistake. My heart thudded.

Me: “Shit…” I opened a tab to check flight prices back to university, way out of reach. My fingers hovered over the keyboard. I dialled Priya instead.

Me: “Hey… remember the 5k I lent you last month?”

Priya: “Oh ya ya! But babe, I had to get those flats from Lifestyle, and we did that lingerie shopping too, remember? Gosh, I’m so broke!” I laughed weakly.

Me: “No worries. Just checking.” I hung up before she asked why. My pride clenched. I couldn’t look broke, not to Priya.

I sat cross-legged, rubbing my forehead, mind racing. I needed a fix. Fast. But how? The phone rang in the hallway, our old landline, which no one ever uses unless it’s Dad. I picked up.

Me: “Hello?”

Dad: “Anu? Where’s Geet? I’ve been trying her mobile.”

Me: “She left early and said she’s visiting her grandparents.”

Dad: “Hmm. Listen, I need you to do something. There are a few files in my office. Hand them over to Ramesh. You may not know him, but he is our new accountant. He’ll come by in an hour.”

Me: “Sure, I’ll take care of it, Papa..”

Dad: “Thanks, beta.” I stood there holding the receiver, the dial tone humming. Ramesh? I hadn’t seen him before.

I rushed back to my room, the morning’s mess still everywhere: notes, coffee rings, and my half-open laptop. Then, the sound of gravel crunching under tyres from our driveway.

Me: “Shit.” I peeked through the window. Silver car. I scrambled to change, flinging open the wardrobe. Nothing clean. I pulled my old kurta from the laundry basket and sniffed. It’s not great, but not deadly. The doorbell rang.

Me: “Coming!” I stumbled through the hall, tugging the kurta over my head, hair barely tied. I opened the door.

Ramesh stepped in, tall, late 30s, carrying that tired arrogance some men wore like cologne. He didn’t greet me. I tried to smile.

Me: “This way, ji” The office is a bit dusty; He followed without a word, his shoes thudding on the tile floor.

We entered Dad’s office. Papers, cabin, etc., that practice of old files. I opened a drawer, flipping through folders.

Ramesh: “You maids are all stupid. No system. No sense.” I blinked.

Me: “Excuse me?” He barely looked at me.

Ramesh: “Your sahib said Geet would arrange the files. So do your job.”

It hit me. He thought I was Geet. And I didn’t correct him.

Me: “Interesting…” I held back a laugh. Geet, huh? Let’s play. Ramesh grumbled as he rummaged through the wrong cabinet.

Ramesh: “This is what happens when servants think they’re queens.” Instead of snapping, I walked over to the bar counter, still smiling.

Me: “Sahab, maybe a small drink will ease your mood?” I poured two fingers of whisky, slow and smooth, like I’d seen Papa do. I turned, offered the glass politely.

Ramesh hesitated, then took it. His lips curled into a rare smile.

Ramesh: “Hmph. At least you know how to serve.” He took a sip, eyes scanning my body, quietly. His gaze lingered on my boobs, then my kurta. Even wrinkled and stained, I could tell he noticed my cleavage.

Me: “Sahab, I try my best to keep this place… peaceful.” He chuckled, swirling the whisky in his glass.

Ramesh: “Your sahib’s lucky. You’ve got manners, and he told me about your talent too” I nodded, stepping closer to the files.

Me: “Maybe sahib should pay me more for all this effort, no?” Ramesh grinned, not catching the double meaning. But I had planted the seed.

Ramesh leaned back in the leather chair, legs crossed, sipping like he owned the place.

Ramesh: “You know, I manage every rupee in this house. Investments, expenses, even the temple donations go through me.” I feigned awe, placing a dusty file on the desk.

Anu: “Wah… such responsibility, sahab.” He smirked, puffing his chest.

Ramesh: “Your sahib trusts me blindly. If I want, I can even increase your salary. No one would notice.” I tilted my head, voice low.

Anu: “You mean… You could change it just like that?” Biting my lips, looking straight into his eyes.

Ramesh: “Of course. I handle the books. Who checks maid salaries anyway?” I smiled wider. The whisky, the bragging it was all falling into place.

I bent over a drawer, pretending to look for files. But the truth is letting Ramesh to enjoy more of my boobs hanging mid air.

Anu: “Sahab, you said you handle everything… even Madam Anu’s monthly allowance?” I look straight into his eyes while wetting my lips. Ramesh chuckled, swirling the last of his drink.

Ramesh: “Of course. If I want, her balance can rise overnight. No one questions numbers when the money flows.” I turned, slow and curious.

Me: “Must be nice… being in charge.” He eyed me now, more amused than cautiously watching my cleavage.

Ramesh: “Tell me one thing, this madam Anu… is it true she’s spoiled? Always spending, never working?” I shrugged, keeping my smile.

Me: “Spoiled? Maybe. But she’s smart too… smarter than people think.” He laughed.

Ramesh leaned forward, his hand on my shoulder, eyes tracing me, too long, too casually.

Ramesh: “Tell me more about your madam..Anu. What does she like? Designer bags, makeup? And… is she seeing someone? A boyfriend, maybe?”

I tensed, fingers stiff over a folder. The smile stayed, but it was paper-thin now.

Me: “Madam? Hmm… she likes quiet things. Books, long baths. Stays in her room a lot.” I shifted closer to him, back half-turned.

Me: “And boyfriend…? Maybe. She doesn’t tell us much. Rich girls keep secrets, na?” He chuckled, dark and low.

Ramesh stayed right there, fingers tapping on my shoulder sleeve like he owned me.

Ramesh: “You know… madam Anu’s credit card tells her story better than she can. Shopping, gifts, fancy cafes… looks like she’s in love with half the boys in her university.”

Me: “Really, sahab? You read all that… just from numbers?” I froze. The air around me felt heavier.

Ramesh: “I manage the accounts, remember? I see everything. Some boys are lucky to fuck her, huh?”

I stayed quiet, eyes on a file I wasn’t really reading.
He had access. Too much access. But if he thinks he owns me… maybe it was time to start taking advantage of this situation.

Ramesh smirked, setting the glass down with a soft clink.

Ramesh: “That Geet… your hands are famous, you know? Your sahib once told me, ‘Geet’s fingers on my dick can press the worries out of a man’s soul.’ He swears by your blowjob.”

Me: “He says that?” I tilted my head, interest flickering in my eyes.

Ramesh: “Oh yes. Even offered to send you to one of his business partners once. Said your skills were… special not even a call girl can satisfy a man like you did.”

Me: “I only use those skills when someone really deserves it.” A slow grin crept across my face. I stepped closer, file in hand.

Ramesh patted his thigh, his voice dropping just a notch.

Ramesh: “Come, sit. You’ve been standing too long. I want to hear more about Madam Anu… her habits, her moods. She fascinates me.”

Anu: “You’re quite curious about her, sahab.” I walked slowly, heart thudding, not from nerves, but calculation. Ramesh chuckled.

Ramesh: “Can you blame me? She’s beautiful, rich, probably lonely here no man to fuck her. Girls like her… just need the right attention. Someone smart enough to guide her.”

I sat barely on his thigh, keeping a polite distance, nodding thoughtfully. He wanted to trap me. Seduce me. Fuck me.
Make me fall for him.

Ramesh leaned in slightly, touch my boob over my kurta top. He was squeezing it in his palm, eyes still on me. I can feel his dick getting harder.

Ramesh: “So… what kind of boys does madam Anu like to fuck around? Dominant types? Or Slave ones who lick her toe to mouth at a stretch”

I smiled faintlylyly, pretending to think while watching him dig his thumb into kurtha, my nipples erected when his fingers touched my bearskin.

Anu: “She likes smart boys. Confident. The kind who make her love, but not controlled.” My hands started to shiver, sweet drops rolling from my head to my cleavage.

Ramesh: “Interesting… and does she fuck a lot?” He completely cover my boob with his hand and squeeze hard.

Anu: “Not really. She’s picky. Spends more time in front of laptop than in lounges.” I couldn’t control myself, I started applying pressure on his dick.

Ramesh: “Sounds like she needs someone to pull her out of that shell. Show her how a village grown man fuck her.” He pull my boob entirely from my kurta top.

Ramesh: “You’ve seen her up close, na? Describe her. What does madam Anu really look like? How big her boobs? Does she shave? I’ve only heard whispers about what he done in her 12 grade…” Ramesh licked my nipple, then leaned back, eyes narrowing with interest. His hands are rough.

Anu: “She’s tall, skin like morning coffee, Long black hair that falls like silk on her ass cheeks. Nipples? Brown, soft when she’s quiet, sharp when she’s in mood.” I tilted my head, brushing hair from my face, voice turning soft, almost horny.

Ramesh: “Sounds like a Bitch.” He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.

Anu: “And she walks like she owns every room she enters. But she’s still… lost sometimes. That makes her beautiful too, na?” He stared, momentarily quiet.

I put more pressure on his dick over his pant slowly, placing all fingers on his rock hard dick, firm, steady, like I’d seen Geet do to my dad. His dick flinched at first, then relaxed under my fingers like melting wax.

He took another boob out, eyes fluttering half-closed, chewing my both boobs like he’d found heaven in pulp and pressure.

My thumbs worked deep into the muscle, just enough to draw out the groans he couldn’t hide. His breath grew heavier, boobs forgotten in his hand, now closing his eyes like he is loosing his strength.

I didn’t speak. Neither did he.

The room filled only with the soft press of fingers on his dick and the sticky sound of my boobs running down his wrist.

My boobs popped from his hands with a soft thwack, I can feel wetness under his pants, leaving behind a wet stain. I couldn’t help it, I laughed, a hand to my mouth.

Anu: “Sahab, your cum defeated you.” He chuckled, sheepish for the first time. I grabbed a cloth from the side table, leaning forward to dab the mess off his pants. He let me, watching closely, chest rising a little faster.

Then his phone rang. He wiped his hands hastily and tapped it, speaker mode.

Dad: “Ramesh ji did you got the files?” Before Ramesh could reach for the phone, I straightened up and spoke, loud and cheerful.

Me: “Dad! Ramesh ji found those files, I’m just helping him sort them!”A pause.

Dad’s voice over speaker: “Good girl, beta. I knew I could trust you. Ramesh, make sure she’s not doing all the work.” The line clicked. Call ended.

Ramesh blinked at me like I’d just changed the weather in the room. I leaned forward, lowering my voice, lips curling into a soft smile.

Anu: “Now… sahab… if you don’t want this little kinky session and boob party to reach my father… maybe you’ll find a way to increase madam Anu’s monthly allowances.” I winked.

Ramesh’s jaw clenched. His eyes burned with rage, like he wanted to raise his hand, claim back control. But he didn’t move. He couldn’t.

His gaze dropped to the files I held out, my expression calm… patient… dangerous. He snatched them from my hands, the veins in his neck twitching, and without a word, stormed toward the door.

The front door slammed. A car engine roared. I stood still for a second, then exhaled, a wicked little grin tugging at my lips.

I turned to head upstairs, my heartbeat finally slowing. But then, I paused. My palm felt sticky. I looked down.

Me: “Uff…” I roll my fingers under my panty, it all wet. I stared at it for a second, lips parting in surprise.

A faint blush crept up my cheeks before I could stop it. I wiped my hand quickly on the edge of my kurtha and shook my head, smiling to myself.

To be continued…

Hi dosto, kaise ho aap log? Mera naam Sheela Yadav hai, aur main U.P. ke Gorakhpur se hoon. Kai saalon se main story likh rahi hoon. Waise to ladkiyan bahut sarmili hoti hain, par meri baat alag hai. Main sarmili hoon, par unke saamne jo mujhe jante hain, jaise mere gaon wale, relation me, or jo hum logo ko jaante hain. Jise main hi sirf jaanti hoon, mummy papa nahi, wo jaante hain ki main kitni badi chinaal hoon. Bachpan me hi saheliyon ki sangat ne mujhe bigad diya, aur main sex addicted ban gayi. Din bhar bas sex se related baat or photo video dekhna acha lagta hai.

Jisne meri pahli ki story nahi padhi, unko bata doon ki main college se hi chinal ban gayi thi, wo v badi wali. Usse pahle ake ladka hi mujhe pelta tha, uske baad se ake lund pe tiki hi nahi. Bahut aiyaasi ki. Jab tak Gorakhpur city me thi, tab tak khoob aiyaasi ki. Lakin fir gaon aana pada, or saari aiyaasi khatam ho gayi. Is samay v gaon pe hi hoon. Par haan, chudai avi v ho rahi hai, par pelne wale kam hai.

Isse pahli wali story aadhi rah gayi thi. Pahle aap wo part padh le. Or ake baat, mai pahle hi bata de rahi hoon, mai kisi se nahi milongi. Naa video audio call. Mai mail pe reply de doongi ya chat kar sakti hoon. Jo sirf chat karna chahte hain gandi wali chudai ki, wahi mujhe mail kare. Faaltoo me koi massage naa kare.

Jaisa ki maine pahle part me bataya ki main ake play school me padhati thi. Waha maine ake bache ke papa (Raman naam hai) ko pataya tha. Dono khoob aiyaasi karte the. Wo mujhe jaise man karta, waise pelta. Main mana nahi karti. Badle me, wo mujhe gift, kapde, or paise v deta. Uska ake makan sahar ke bahar v tha. Wo mujhe wahi lejake pelta tha. Ye sab aap pichli story me padha lena. Ab uske aage.

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Ake din, dono chudai ke baad, baith kar baat kar rahe the. Usne mujhe bola, “Sheela, tum kahi mujhse saadi ki to nahi na soch rahi ho. Mai pahle hi bata deta hoon, mai saadi nahi kar sakta.”

Maine kaha, “Nahi yaar, mujhe tumse saadi nahi karni. Wo to mummy papa jaha bolenge, wahi karoongi. Mai to bas maje lena chahti hoon.”

Wo bola, “Chalo, tumne tension khatam kar di. Mujhe tumhari jaisi hi ladki chahiye thi, jo sirf chudai se matlab rakhe. Or tum perfect ho. Sabse achi baat tumhare me hai ki tumhari jaisi marzi waise bajane deti ho. Or pelai me josh khoob chadhati ho mera.”

Maine v kaha, “Tum v bahut maje se pelte or naya naya maja dete ho.”

Hum sahar me rahte the or uska gaon wala hi ghar tha, ake safe jagah to dar tha koi dekh naa le. Isi liye kuch excitement nahi ho pa raha tha. Aksar wo school ki chutti ke baad mujhe bike pe baitha or apne gaon wale ghar pe le jata or khoob pelta. Mujhe to uski chudai bahut pasand thi. Boor ki nas nas me dard deta tha. Usko kuch naya naya karna bahut pasand tha. Mujhe v bahut excitement hoti thi.

Jaise kisi park me gaye, to jhadi me chup ke meri choochi dabata, apna lund sahalwata. Cinema hall me v meri choochi dabata tha or lund sahalwata tha. Bahar isse jada nahi ho pata tha. Jab se mujhse mila hai or mujhe pelne laga hai, bata raha tha ki, ab bahut khus rahta hai. Uski biwi bahut kam pelwati thi. Mujhse milne se pahle wo randiyon ko pelta tha, par usko maja nahi aata tha.

Bolta tha ki, “Ake to paise v do or jo man ho, wo ho nahi pata.”

Usne mujhe kaha ki, “Tu meri rakhail hai aajse. Teri saare nakhre mai uthaoonga. Jo chahiye mujhe batana.”

Mai v sare sauk usse pura karwati thi. Jam ke uske maje leti thi. Wo sochta tha ki wo mera maja le raha hai, par asal me mai uske maje leti thi.

Ake din, wo mujhe apne room pe le gaya or waha pela. Fir mujhe bola ki, “Kuch kaam se Lucknow jana hai, 1 din ke liye.”

Maine kaha, “Thik hai, chale jao.”

To wo bola ki, “Tum v mere saath chalo. Ake din me mera kaam ho jayega. Fir waha kuch naya try karenge.”

Mai to waise v ake number ki harami. Maine kaha, “Thik hai, chalo.”

Usne kaha, “Do din baad jana hai. Mera kaam din din ka hai; saam ko khali ho jaoonga.”

Maine kaha, “Thik hai, par din bhar waha kya karoongi?”

Wo bola, “Tum room me TV dekhna; mai saam tak aa jaoonga… Aaj saam ko milna, kuch naye kapde kharid doonga.”

Fir saam ko wo mujhe ake dukan me le gaya or waha se 2 salwar suit or long skirt dilayi. Maine salwar suit try ki, par bahut tight tha. Maine ake size bada lene ko kaha, to wo bola, “Nahi, yahi lo; isme jada sexy lag rahi ho.”

Salwar v tight thi. Gaand or pair me akdam jaise chipak gai ho.

Fir ake or dukan me le gaya. Wo cosmetic ki dukan thi. Uske dost ki thi. Waha mujhe panty or bra dilaya. Panty wo v jisme piche ake patti hi thi, wahi wali. Or kuch cosmetic ke saman. Fir waha se mujhe mere chaurahe pe drop kiya or chala gaya.

Mai pahle hi school se do din ki chutti le li thi. Subah uthi or taiyari suru ki. Bag me wahi sab rakhi jo dilaya tha usne. Boor or gaand or haath ke bagal ka saare baal saaf kiye rezor se. Akdam chikni ho gai. Saam ko 8.30 pe chaurahe pe gai or wo aaya or dono bus stand chale gaye.

Bus hamari lagi thi. Dono apni seat pe baith gaye. Kuch der me bus chal di. AC bus thi to sab apne parde giraye the, to gaadi me lagbhag andhera tha. Kuch der baad meri coochi ki malish suru ho gai. Bahut der wahi sab chala, fir dono so gaye. Subah 3 baje hi hum Lucknow pahoch gaye. Utar ke auto kiye or hotel pahoonch gaye.

Wo hotel wala uske parichay ka tha. Hotel manager use dekhte hi bola, “Are bhaiya, aane wale hai, bata diye hote to aap ka wayawasta kar deta.”

To wo bola, “Is baar jaroorat nahi hai,” or meri taraf isara kar diya.

Usne bola, “Yaar, room aisa do ki entry pe koi dekhe na.”

Manager fir kuch nahi pucha or room ki chabhi di or bola, “Bagal me v gate hai; waha se ana jaana kar lena, sir.”

Fir Raman ne room ki chabhi li or dono room me chale gaye. Hamare room ki taraf hamara hi ake room tha or side wale gate se aane pe kisi ko dikhayi v nahi dega. Fir room me gaye or jaate hi mujhe bed pe dhakka diya or bola, “Bus me kuttiya bahut tadap gaya tha. Lund se maal v nikal gaya tha.”

Maine kaha, “Meri boor v to paani se lasiyaa gai thi, raja.”

Maine uska pant nikala to uska lund bheeja tha maal se. Maine turant uske lund ko muh me leke chaat li. Itne me to wo khus ho gaya or bola, “Saali, isi liye tu mujhe itna pasand hai. Tu jaanti hai ki mujhe kya chahiye.”

Maine man me socha ki, “Haan, tujhe kya, mujhe sab mardo ka pata hai ki kya chahte hai, saale.”

Fir hamari chudai suru hui or fir dono thak gaye or so gaye. Subah uthi or fresh hone ke baad, wo mujhe naasta karane hotel ke bahar le gaya. Waha line se kai resturent the or sabme bahar baith kar nasta karna tha. Dono ne nasta kiya. Pata nahi wo kya dekh raha tha, idhar udhar. Maine pucha nahi.

Fir dono room me aa gaye. Or uska fir mann kiya to ake baar or pela. To mujhe pela or fir naha ke meeting me chala gaya. Mai din bhar room me hi thi or TV dekh rahi thi. Bich bich me bas bahar gai choclate chips lene. Usne jo suit diya tha, wahi pahni thi. Jab bahar gai to sabhi log mujhe hi dekh rahe the.

Saam ko wo 5 baje karib aaya or aake mujhe fir pela. Fir mujhe ghumane le gaya. Kuch shoping ki; maine do dress or dilaya. Ake nighty v dilaya. Fir humne hotel me khana khaya or room me aa gaye. Dono bahut thak gaye to usne bola, “Kal peloonga, aaj nahi… thak gaya hoon.”

Mera man tha ake baar or chudne ka, par wo thaka tha; isi liye maine force nahi kiya. Boli, “Koi baat nahi, par lund chuswa do.”

To wo lund nikal diya or maine lund khoob choosa. Fir dono lete gaye, nange hi. Fir wo bola, “Sun, tujhe pata hai maine tujhe kyon yaha laya hoon?”

Maine kaha, “Pelne ke liye.”

Wo bola, “Wo to hai hi, par mera man hai ki tujhe koi or pele mere saamne or mujhe tujhe dekhna hai ki tu dosro ka lund lete time tu kaisi lagti hai.”

Maine kaha, “Yaha or kon hai?”

Wo bola, “Kal subah jab hum nasta karne jayenge to waha bahut log honge. Tujhe mai jise dikhaoonga, use tu pata ke room me lana or usse pelwana. Gate band mat karna or mai aa jaoonga. Or fir apne saamne tujhe pelte huye dekhoonga.”

Mujhe to koi aascharya nahi huwa. Or koi dar v nahi tha. Kyon ki koi mujhe jaanta nahi tha. Or jaha koi mujhe nahi pahchanta, waha mai khul ke maje leti hoon, dar nahi lagta. Mai v maan gai.

Subah dono uthe, fresh huye or mujhe wo salwar suit pahnne ko bola, tight wala. Mai jab pahni or sise me dekhi to bahut mast lag rahi thi. Sarif to akdam nahi lag rahi thi. Jaise hoti hai forward ladkiyan, awara type ki. Jise koi dekhe to yahi kahe ki “pelwati khoob hogi” waisi hi.

Usne ake bag liya, taaki jab mujhe waha akela chode to lage ki kaam se chala gaya hai. Fir dono bahar gaye. Kai resturent the or sab me kuch kuch grahak the. Wo bola, “Pahle hum kuch der khade rahenge, taaki tujhe or tere jism ko sab dekh le.”

Maine kaha, “Waise hi sab mujhe dekh rahe hai.”

Kuch der dono waise hi baat kar rahe the. Fir wo mujhe ake table pe baitha diya or order dene chala gaya. Or counter se hi sab ke taraf dekh raha tha ki, “Kon mujhe dekh raha hai jada?”

Fir aake mere bagal me baith gaya. Fir ake aadmi ki taraf isara kiya. Maine dekha to thik hi tha. Par sarir me usse kam tha. Age karib 42-45 ke bich hogi. Mai boli, “Koi ladka dekh lete.”

Wo bola, “Ladke me risk hai… kahi jhagda ho gaya to? Or thoda umar wala hoga to usko khud dar hoga.”

Mujhe koi fark nahi padta hai. Koi rahe, bas lund de or kya. Maine “ok” kaha.

Fir wo bola, “Wo aadmi ahi v tujhe hi dekh raha hai. Tu use dekh or najar se najar mila le.”

Maine kaha, “Mujhe mat shikhao mard kaise patana hai.”

Tabhi nasta aa gaya. To wo bola, “Mai jaata hoon or tu naasta karte karte pata lena. Mai door se hi dekhta rahoonga. Or jab room me jana to kamse kam 20 min baad chudai suru karna, tab tak kiss wagaira hi karna. Mai aa jaoonga or gate band mat karna.”

Fir mere sar pe kiss kiya or chala gaya. Wo kuch door jaake chup gaya or wahi se dekh raha tha.

Fir mai nasta karne lagi or us aadmi ko dekha. Mere dekhte hi wo apni najar hata liya. Jab mai nahi dekhti to wo dekhta or mere dekhte hi dar jaata. Fir mai khud hi use dekhne lagi. Nasta karte karte use baar baar dekhi to use laga ki mai v use pasand kar rahi hoon. Fir dono ki najar mil gai.

Mai use dekhi to usne v najar nahi hataya. Kai baar aise hi huwa to maine smile de di. Bas wo pat gaya, uska v smile aa gaya. Fir aise hi chala or wo himmat karke mere paas aa gaya. Aate hi “Hello” bola. Maine bhi smile dete “Hello” bola.

Wo bola, “Yaha ghoomne aayi hai kya?”

Maine “Haan” kaha, “Kya naam hai aapka?”

Maine kaha, “Sheela Yadav.”

Wo bola, “Wo aapke husband hai?”

Maine kaha, “Haan.”

Wo bola, “Kahi gaye hai kya?”

Maine kaha, “Wo unka office ka kuch kaam hai, wahi gaye hai.”

Maine pucha, “Aap yahi ke ho?”

Wo bola, “Nahi, mai v kaam se hi aaya hoon.”

Maine pucha, “Kya naam hai aapka?”

Usne bataya, “Mohamad Rizwan.”

Wo bola, “Aap bahut sundar ho.”

Maine “thanks” kaha or boli, “Aap v bahut handsome ho.”

Fir dono me baat chit hui, ake doosre ke baare me. Usne bataya ki “uske 4 bache hai, jisme 1 ki saadi ho chuki hai.” Maine v apne baare me bataya, jhut hi, ki uski biwi hoon, avi bache nahi hai, yahi sab.

Wo bola, “Aap mujhe bahut ache lagi. Mujhe dosti karengi?”

Maine kaha, “Kar sakti hoon.”

Wo bola, “Aap ke pati kab tak aayenge?”

Maine kaha, “Saam tak.”

Fir wo bola, “Ake baat boloon, bura to nahi manegi?”

Maine kaha, “Bataiye, bura kya manana?”

Bola, “Kahi or chalte hai.”

Maine kaha, “Kaha bataiye?”

Wo bola, “Mere room me chalengi?”

Maine kaha, “Nahi, nahi… aap ke room me nahi.”

To bola, “Tab aap hi bataiye, kaha chale? Or koi jagah to nahi hai.”

Mai chup thi. Fir boli, “Mere room me chala jaye.”

Wo bola, “Aap ke pati kahi aa gaye to risk hai. Usse safe to mere room me hai, koi nahi aayega.”

Maine kaha, “Nahi, wo nahi aayenge, saam tak.”

Wo bola, “Thik hai, tab chaliye.”

Fir wo kuch khane ka saman or cold drink liye or dono waha se chal diye. Hotel ke paas jaake wo bola, “Thoda rukiye, mai aata hoon.”

Maine kaha, “Thik hai.”

Maine dekha wo ake medical store me gaya, to mai samajh gai ki wo condom le raha hai. Wo leke wapas aa gaya. Maine kaha, “Kya lene gaye the?”

Usne kaha, “Protection” or smile kiya. Maine v use smile di or dono room me chale gaye.

Maine man me plan bana liya tha ki ghuste hi kya kya karna hai. Jaise hi andar gaye, wo mere aage tha. Maine gate band kiya, par kundi nahi lagai or wo jaan v nahi paaya. Fir dono bed pe baithe. Dono ake doosre ko hawas ki najar se dekh rahe the. Mujhse v raha nahi gaya or dono ake doosre pe toot pade. Khoob jordar kiss kiya dono ne, jaise hoth hi chaba jayenge. Kiss karte karte, wo apna haath meri choochi pe le jaake dabane laga. Or dono bed par late gaye or jamnke kiss karne lage. Naya aadmi mila tha to josh v khoob chadha tha. Or wo to jaise kab ka bhukha tha.

Meri choochi ko itna tez daba raha tha ki dard hone laga tha. Bahut josh chad gaya tha. Tabhi wo meri suit upar kar diya or meri choochi ko muh me le liya. Or choosne laga. Hai mera to haal hi bura ho raha tha. Paari para dono choochi khinch khinch ke pi raha tha. Itna josh chadha tha, dosto, us josh ko kaise bataoon? Wo meri choochi khinch raha tha, muh se, or mera haath uske lund pe gaya or maine mehsoos kiya ki uska lund mota hai. Mai man me bhaut khus hui. Or uspar jaise bhoot sawar ho gaya hai, choochi choose jaa raha tha.

Maine use rokte huye kaha, “Jaanu, lund choosna hai.”

Wo itna sunte hi bola, “Haa, jaan… lo naa… mai socha tum choosogi ki nahi.”

Or main uska pant khol ke lund nikali. Mast mota sa lund, lambai karib karib 5 inch ya use thoda jada hoga hi. Mota v acha khasa, meri muthi me pura nahi aa raha tha, lund. Bahut sandar lund tha, uska, dosto.

Mujhe dekh kar raha nahi gaya or turant muh me le li. Jaise hi muh me uska lund gaya, uske muh se nikla, “Sssssss… jaaan… aaaahhhhhh.”

Or mai lund choos rahi thi. Tabhi Raman gate khol ke andar aa gaya or gate band karte bola, “Saali, kutiya… ye kya kar rahi hai?”

Itna sunte hi wo pura dar ke mujhe dhakte huye uta or pant pahante huye gate ki taraf bhaga. Tabhi Raman usko pakad ke dhakka diya or bola, “Madharchod, kaha bhag raha hai?… Ruk! Avi police bolata hoon.”

Itne me to wo dar ke maare uske pair pakad liya or bola, “Nahi, bhai sahab… maaf kar do” or wo rone laga.

Tabhi Raman hans diya. Bola, “Aare bhai, ruko, ruko… majak tha, yaar.”

Mai v hans di. Wo dono ka muh dekhne laga.

Tab Raman bola, “Bhai, utho or bed pe baitho. Asal me, maine hi ise kaha tha, aisa karne ko. Kuch naya try kar rahe the hum.”

To Rizwan bola, “Ajeeb husband wife ho tum dono.”

To Raman bola, “Are yaar, ye meri biwi nahi hai… meri biwi ghar pe hai. Mai to ise maja lene k liye laaya hoon.”

Mai boli, “Haan ji… hum bas dost hai.”

To Raman bola, “Dost nahi hai… ye meri rakhail hai.”

Mai hanste huye boli, “Haan, raja, haan… rakhail hoon” or aake Raman ke god me baith gai, salwar me hi.

Ye sab sun ke uska dar khatam ho gaya. Rizwan bola, “Mujhe to dara hi diye tha tumne.”

Raman ne kaha, “Mai bas kuch excitement karna chahta tha, ki tumko dara ke ise tumse chudwaoonga. Par tum rone lage to mai socha, jada ho gaya.”

Rizwan bola, “Asal me, aaj tak aisa kabhi nahi hua mere saath, or tum aa gaye to mai dar gaya, ki mai tumhari biwi ke saath tha.”

Raman ne kaha, “Ab kar lo, jo karna hai” ” mai bas dekhoonga tum dono ko.”

Mai boli, “Mai bathroom se aati hoon” or mai uth ke jaane lagi.

Tabhi Raman bola, “Gate band mat karna.”

Mai bathroom me gai or salwar, sarka me mootne baith gai. Maine suna, Rizwan bola, “Yaar, isko bura nahi lagega? Tumhare saamne hi karoonga to?”

Raman bola, “Ye randi hai… is samay mere saath hai…”

Itne me mai aa gai, moot ke, to mai boli, “Mujhe bura nahi lagega tum mujhe iske saamne peloge to. Waise v, tumhara lund bahut sandar hai. Mai khud tumse boor marwana chahti hoon” or bolte huye Rizwan ki god me baith gai.

Uska lund meri gaand me chubh raha tha. Rizwan bola, “Matlab, mai khul ke tumhare saath, jo mann, kar sakta hoon?”

Maine kaha, “Jaise marzi, meri marna, mujhe tumhare lund se chudna hai, bas. Mere kai dost hai, or bahut gajab humach ke pele hai mujhe.”

Or fir dono kiss karne lage. Raman cigarette pine laga or fir daru nikala or glass me daal diya. Rizwan se pucha, “Tum v piyoge?”

Rizwan ne mana kar diya, kaha, “Naa, mujhe to bas ise pina hai.”

Or hum dono fir kiss karne lage. Uska lund tight ho gaya tha. Fir mujhe sula ke mere upar aa gaya. Meri dono taange faila ke uske bich me aa gaya, jaise sula ke pelte hain, waise hi. Uska lund meri salwar ke upar se boor ko daba raha tha. Or wo meri choochi khinch khinch ke choos raha tha.

Mere muh se siskari nikal rahai thi, “Ssssssss… aaaaaahhhhh… mmmmmm…”

Mere haath uske baalo ko sahla rahe the. Ake choochi choosta to dosri choochi ko ake haath se daba raha tha.

Mujhe bahut josh chadh gaya tha. Maine use bagal me dhakka diya or uth ke apni salwar v nikal di or nangi ho gayi or boli, “Apna pant nikal… mujhe lawda choosna hai.”

Wo bola, “Khud nikal le” to mai uska pant nikal di or uska mota lund tan ke khada tha.

Wo haath me lund leke hilate huye bola, “Isne bahut sari ladkiyon ko liya hai.”

“Dekhte hai, kaisi hai…”

“Tu aa, raani, mera lund chaat.”

Mai uske bagal me baith gai or uska lund muh me leke choosne lagi. Uska lund akdam tight ho gaya tha, josh me. Maine uske lund ko muh me ghusa li or andar lund ke back side ko jeebh se chatne lagi, muh me lund ghusaye huye hi.

Uske muh se siskari nikal gai, “Saali, paani jhadwa degi kya?”

Maine “hhhmmmm” kiya or fir lund choosne lagi. Uska haal bura hone laga. Maine lund nikal diya or haat me leke muth marne lagi. Waise koi or hota to uska paani jaroor nikal jaata. Mai samajh gai ki ye itni jaldi jhadne wala nahi hai.

Lund ko muth marte marte, mai uske pelhar (dono balls) ko chatne lagi. Uske pelhar pe baal the, par koi nai, mai pure josh me uske dono ball pari para muh me leke choosi. Fir pelhar upar karke pelhar ke niche chati. Fir uske pair dono utha di.

Wo bola, “Saali, ye kya kar rahi hai?”

Maine kaha, “Tum maje lo, bas.”

Or apni jeebh lejake uski gaand ki ched pe ghumane lagi. Mujhe pasand hai gaand chatna or mardo ko usse v jada pasand hai gaand chatwana, mujhe kisi ne bataya tha. Or bas uska gaand chatne lagi. Uske muh se nikla, “Saali, maja aa gaya… or chaat.”

Wo bola, “Saali, avi tak jitno ko pela hai, kisi ne aisa nahi kiya. Tu to bahut top hai. Wo sab to bolne pe lund chooste thi. Or tu mast mast. Maja aa raha hai.”

Mai v puri masti me uska josh badha rahi thi, lund chat chat ke. Jab usko maja aane laga to maine thoda thook laga diya uske gaand me or ungli se uski gaand malne lagi. Or fir dhire se ake ungli uski gaand me daal di. Usko maja aaya to mai ungli aage piche karte huye uska lund muh me le li or lolipop ki tarah choosne lagi or ungli andar bahar karne lagi.

Kuch der ki to use bahut josh chad gaya or bola, “Chal aa tu, late… mujhe pelna hai teri boor.”

To mai turant bed pe late gayi or dono taang upar hawa me faila di. Boor dekh kar usko or josh aa gaya. Maine mooh se thook nikala or lund ko pura gila kar diya. Wo lund meri boor ke paas lejake bola, “Tu khud ghusa, mera lund.”

Maine lund haath me pakad ke boor me thoda sa ghusaya or fir dono haath uske dono chuttad pe rakh kar boor ki taraf dabaya, pura lund andar.

Wo bola, “Love you, jaan… yahi chahiye tha mujhe. Tu paaki raand hai, saali…”

Or itna bolte hi lund pelne laga. Hotel ka bed bahut soft tha, lag raha tha, jaise wo uchal uchal ke lund pel raha hai. Lund mota tha to boor pura fail jaa rahi thi.

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In Forbidden Discoveries (Parts 1–6), Pallavi, Rohini and Tanvi share a string of intense, emotion-fueled threesomes, with constantly changing control. Tanvi has clearly asserted control over both of them. She has ensured that she can dictate when they both get to cum.

She has forced them to both push their boundaries of sexual exploration. Pallavi and Rohini struggle with fear, desire, and loyalty to Tanvi. For six sessions, Pallavi and Rohini conspired to take back power.

They once secretly planted a hidden camera on Tanvi when they were all at their most vulnerable. This allowed them to record the entire session, marking the launch of their ambitious take-back initiative.

We were adjacent to one another, glued to the screen. The camera view was clear. Tanvi had transformed her bedroom into a rumpus room. The curtains closed, ambient lights turned on, and red candles flickered near the bed.  She opened her bedroom door.

She walked into the room in a tight latex corset and leather boots with her hair in a high ponytail. The scene happened like a choreographed ballet—Tanvi dominant over him. He was compliant, the steady building heat between them. The camera she had hidden in the curtain rings caught it all, every whispered command, gasp, and shiver.

Her boyfriend stood awkwardly, shirtless, next to the bed, already half-hard.

“On your knees,” she ordered harshly, her voice crisp with authority.

He immediately went to his knees.

“Good boy, pet,” Tanvi smirked, running her fingertips under his chin. “Today you don’t cum until I am done. And you will beg me for every second. You understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Tanvi.”

“Strip.”

He paused and looked at her. Tanvi stepped closer and slapped his cheek, not hard, just firm. “When I say strip, it’s not a thought. It’s an obey.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered and backed away to strip.

Rohini leaned near and whispered, “Wow. She’s really got him trained.”

Tanvi paced slowly around him, almost like a predator. “Hands behind your back. No speaking unless I speak to you.”

And he was. She pulled out a steel ruler from under the bed.

“Oh my god, she had that ready,” I whispered.

Tanvi dragged the ruler slowly down his back. “Do you remember your safe word, pet?”

“Yes, Mistress. Peach.”

“Good. But let’s hope I don’t hear it.”

Tanvi pushed him gently down onto the bed while cuffing his wrists to the head of the bed. Her fingers were quick, practised. Cuffed and blindfolded.

“You’re mine now,” she whispered in his ear, before biting down on his shoulder hard enough to make him jump.

“Good. First off, lick me. I want you to taste me — all of me — until I tell you to stop. Don’t lose focus.”

Her eyes flashed with that fierce light. The same one I saw many times before, but tonight it was brighter. With the command of a queen, she ordered him, and he complied.

Gently, her fingers moved through his hair and pressed his face down as she scooted back on the bed. Slowly and deliberately, she pulled her legs apart. “I’m not in the mood for waiting. Show me how eager you are to please me.”

The room trembled with the soft sounds of his tongue tracing delicate paths on Tanvi’s body. I watched Tanvi’s expression as it morphed — her eyes half-open, lips parted, shivers danced down her spine. She craved the control, the power to make him beg silently through devotion.

“Faster,” she said suddenly, now with a sharper voice. “Don’t tease me. I want full attention.”

He complied right away, tongue fluttering and swirling, lips sucking soft where she led him. Tanvi’s hands roaming her body, breathing heavily as she sank deeper into the feel. “Good, that’s it,” she said, fingers tightening in his hair. “Make me feel it. Show me you’re worthy.”

Minutes passed, slow and rhythmic worship, punctuated only by Tanvi’s low, sultry moans and sounds of wet, hungry kisses. “Keep going,” she urged in breathy tones. “Don’t stop until I say.”

Her boyfriend obeyed without question. I could almost feel Tanvi’s power coming through the walls. The hold she had over him.

Then suddenly, Tanvi shifted, a wicked smile curling her lips. “Now, you’re going to hold your mouth on me. No breaks, no breathing. I want you desperate, struggling for air while I make you worship.”

He hesitated for just a second before realising he was completely breathless under her control. He sealed his lips tight over her pussy, releasing his breath while she pressed him on. Tanvi’s body stiffened, eyes shut while she took another wave of pleasure, every nerve alive with the sensation.

“Good boy,” she whispered, her voice laced with an unmistakable sense of satisfaction. “You’re mine.”

She continued down his body, positioning herself over his thighs. “Look how hard you are already. Pathetic. You haven’t even earned it yet.”

With exaggerated movements, she put on a pair of black gloves and began to play with him, using only her fingertips.

“Please…” he groaned.

She froze instantly.

“Already begging? You’re really weak,” she cooed, leaning in. “You’re only going to cum when I say. Not before. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he panted.

She reached for a bottle of lube, squirting a generous amount on her gloved hands and rubbing them together slowly. Then, she suddenly took him into her mouth, just the tip, swirling her tongue as he moaned.

Rohini nudged me. “She’s really into the dom game now.”

Tanvi pulled back. “What do you say, pet?”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“For what?”

“For… for your mouth…”

She slapped his inner thigh gently with the ruler. “Try again.”

“Thank you for using me… for your pleasure, Mistress.”

She smiled. “That’s better.”

She had crawled up his body, her latex corset squeaking as she moved. She let her bare breasts spill out, rubbing them against his chest while she whispered, “You’re not allowed to cum until I slide onto you. And when I do, you’ll hold it. Or else.”

Then she reached into the nightstand and pulled out a vibrating bullet.

“Mmm, you’ve been a naughty boy lately, haven’t you?”

He faltered.

“Answer me,” she barked.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She turned on the vibrator and pressed it just beneath his tip. His hips involuntarily bucked.

Tanvi smirked. “That’s right, let it build. But you better not spill a drop…”

She teased him with it, dragging it across his shaft and around his balls, leaving him a moaning mess.

Rohini whispered, “He won’t last long.”

Tanvi teased him for possibly another two minutes before finally sliding down onto him, riding slowly and deeply. Tanvi was slowly Taking his dick into her already cummed pussy. Now she started to ride him, a few seconds at a slow pace, and then gradually increased her pace.

But as we thought, and expected, within three minutes, he jerked and came, collapsing into the bed with a groan.

Tanvi stopped and squinted at him.

“Are you serious?” she hissed. “Three minutes?”

“I’m… I’m sorry,” he breathed.

She climbed off and wiped his mouth and body. “I just spent twenty minutes building you up. And you couldn’t even last through one song?”

“I didn’t mean to—”

She ripped off the blindfold and cuffs. “Get dressed. We’re done.”

He looked devastated. “Tanvi…”

“Next time,” she said, her voice cold, “you don’t get to touch me unless you prove you can serve me.”

She walked out of the room, leaving him lying there, dazed.

I turned to Rohini. “We have it all.”

Every word. Every order. Every fail.

Rohini smiled. “She has no idea how powerful this video is.”

We both knew—this was the turning point.

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Hi,
This is Ansh, back from the sleep. I’ve been a gigolo for quite a while now and have had multiple sex partners of both the genders. Yes, I’ve had my cock sucked by males as well but only when the couple had a cuckold partner. I’ve had long and multiple sessions with lesbians and with divorced females. I believe, sex is a basic need and you should be getting as per need. However, no guilt post the same is the key and no force.
Now, coming back to the story, it’s about a wealthy and rich professional, Risha, aged 37 who holds a very senior position in a listed company. She, being a senior, control various aspects of not just business, but in a way her employees as well. She’s a strict boss who always expects best out of her team and pushes the boundary to get results. She’s not afraid of insulting the team infront of others especially the opposite gender.
Coming to her figure, she’s quite hot for her age. Not very fair, but has a nice shade to her skin, 35C boobs with a waist of 29 inch and nice bosom. She’s not an exhibitionist and keeps her outfit professional during office. She’s a divorcee as her husband couldn’t digest her professional growth outpacing his. She carries black long curly hair with dove shaped eyes and straight nose. Loves her fitness and is a regular gym goer.
Now, her professional growth, being a senior who’s giving command and divorce created a vacuum in her life. She’s always craving for something and she read one of my earlier experience with a widowed mother and decided to give it a try.
Now, she’s not used to having chats around her personality let alone sexuality. But, I gently lead her to open up by asking small aspects of her life and making her comfortable. She mentioned to me she’s more of a tea person unlike other seniors who’re into coffee, she likes action movies and with time, opened up about the fact that she likes the scenes where men take control and give the female pleasure.
After more than a month of conversation, she was eager to meet but by then, I had been able to gauge that she’s someone who’s craving a dominator. Trust me, a lot of females who’ve outperformed professionally find themselves craving for a secret master to get their desires fulfiiled. They’re on the lookout for complete submissive state and want to keep that part of their lives as if it doesn’t exist.
So, to keep up the spark and bring out this personality, I started teasing her virtually by giving her some hints of what our time together will be but never completing it to the end. Then, I decided to take some more control in person but not disclosing myself. I asked to meet me in a mall in vasant kunj but didn’t disclose what I’d be wearing.
After reaching, I messaged her and here’s our conversation:
Ri: I’ve reached, how long before you come?
Me: I’m also here, just come on the second floor near XYZ stall. btw, what are you wearing so I can recognize you.
Ri: I’m in a bright yellow crop top with a blue denim.
Now, I was standing opposite to the store in a manner she couldn’t see if I was staring and when she arrived, I was able to get a fair idea of her assets and looks.

Ri: I’ve reached and am standing in front of the store.
Me: I know, I’ve seen you.
Ri: Seen me, what do you mean? Where are you now?
Me: You know what, I expected you to be more sexy and let’s call it off.
Ri: Are you mad, who the hell do you think you’re?
Me: I’ve my taste and you don’t live up to the expectation
Ri: Fuck off. I should’ve never wasted my time to come.
Me: me too, go to hell.

I was observing her frustration and saw her moving to a food joint and she got tea. She was sitting and felt as if she was very upset. She texted me again.
Ri: Why are you doing this? I came because we both agreed and now you just leave without meeting.
I waited for about 5 minutes and then
Me: I just don’t find you attractive enough.
Ri: Attractive, what do you mean? I’ve told you about my urges, my figure and desires, you knew what I had in mind but now ditching.
Me: yes, but after seeing, I feel as if fucking you won’t be interesting and it would feel like a boring session (I was getting paid for it, but had to risk to get most fun)
Ri: Why? I’m open to all kinds of sex.
Me: are you? I don’t think you’ll be able to do as I’d prefer.
Ri: what do you mean? I told you I like it soft and rough both. What else is there which I won’t like.
Me: I want to be your master. Follow my orders and not question. Fuck you anyway I like as long as it’s not permanent damage.
Ri: You’re nuts. I should’ve never messaged you.

I didn’t respond.

About 10 mins later, she was just roaming the same corridor and I received a message
Ri: Ok, but I’ve never done this and not sure about my limits.

I responded after 20 mins,
Me: You’re mine now. Send me your address and leave for your home. Change to a professional attire and be ready to receive me. I’ll see you there.

She obeyed and I reached her home after an hour and a half. I wanted to dominate her but not just like any regular dominator, but one who’s gained domination because of a situation. So, I was thinking I’ll act as a corporate lawyer who’s coming with bad news of her being laid of and being fined a hefty amount for a fraud. All of this context was given to her and she was told to play along and she’d be punished whenever I don’t like any of her action.

I rang the bell and she opened. We’re sitting in her living area adjacent to each other.

Me: Ms. Risha, you know you’ve been accussed of harrasing multiple team members and one them has been admitted to hospital as you pushed him to hard.
Ri: That’s my job to get best of them. They’re not serious about delivering results.
Me: Your job is not to send anyone to hospital. You know the consequences of your actions?
Ri: You can’t take any action.I’m too critical for the company.
Me: Oh, that’s why you think you can do whatever you want. Well, you’re being asked to go on LWP and if the allegations are proven, you’ll be fined a hefty amount, a blacklisting and termination.
Ri: No, that’s not true. I’m way too critical to be suspended. Further, there’s no proof.
Me: You know what, you just admitted to me what all you’ve been doing to your team. It’s not just late night work, it’s your abuses and your insults. and I’ve been recording all of our conversations.

She’s now sweating hard and has gone pale. I never expected her to do it so nice but I guess I tapped into her utmost fearful thought.
Ri: Well, men need to take up their jobs more seriously and work hard. Insults are part of job.
Me: You’re a scumbag and have overgrown your ego. You need to be taught a lesson about respect

She was clueless at this point and went blank. I grasped the opportunity to take a stroll around her house. She was just clueless as to what’s happening.
Me: I’ll teach you the basics of human respect. Show me the bathroom.
She walked me to the bathroom.
Me: It looks dirt and needs to be cleaned.
Ri: Who are you to tell me this?
Me: Go and clean the bathroom. Sit there and start scrubbing the floor.

She goes inside and starts rubbing the floor with mop. Once she’s done, I go close to her, pull her hair a bit and give her a slap on her face.
Me: It’s still dirty, see the spot there, and there, and there? You’re a worthless shit.
R: I’ll clean everything again.
She again starts cleaning.

I was pushing her to submission and wanted to see if she’s aroused by it. and I was on right track, she’s sweating throughout but most interesting part was, while cleaning, she was playing with her lips and biting them. I went to kitchen to have water and brought some items from there. On return, I saw her erect nipples pushing out of her shirt(I had asked her not to wear bra) and her skirt slightly wet with her thighs moist.
I was confident she’s wet down and the fire in her was on. I went behind her, grabber her neck and was playing and she was almost as if she’d given full control to me. I made her lie on stomach on bathroom floor and just teased her neck and ears. I could feel her leaking and she was in some other world altogether.
I moved towards her pussy under her skirt and woah, she was wet. And all she could say were silent moans.
Me: You want it?
Ri: yes.
Me: You want to finger yourself?
Ri: yes.

Me: You can do it, but you can’t cum unless I say so. Go on, finger yourself with one hand and keep scrubbing floor with another.
Me: You’re a horny bitch who loves to be controlled.
By her expression, I guess she was too excited to say anything, she just obeyed like a child.
The sight was amazing, a hot senior executive, rubbing herself on her bathroom floor and rubbing the floor with another hand. I went very close to her and felt her body but never touched her. She was craving the touch but I didn’t give her. I felt her shape, her skin, her legs but was maybe milimeters away.
She was about to cum and then I asked her to stop fingering. She was panting and had a completely dissatisfied look on her face but I was enjoying it.

Me: Good, now go and fetch water for yourself and me.
She stood and was going but I wanted to humiliate more.
Go on hopping on one leg. (I wanted to see her jugs bounce). She went hopping and brought 2 glassed and a water bottle. I drank water but didn’t let her drink.

She was thirsty. I closed the lid of the pot and sat on it. I asked her to lick my toes and while she was doing it, I poured water on them for her to drink.
This was stretched for me as well, but she loved the humiliation and sucked my toes and made them dry.
Now, I knew she’s given in completely.
She was still wet and horny as she’d not cum yet and I was rock hard.
We went to her living area again and I sat on her sofa and asked to take her skirt off (still keep the panty on) and rub her clit on my hard dick. I was still in my undies as she did so that she doesn’t get the feel of the dick yet and I wanted to take her cravings to apex.

She was not at all good at dry humping and rubbing herself on me.
Me: How have you reached where you are? You’re not good at anything.
Ri: Teach me please.
Me: But you want to cum first, right?
Ri: Yes master.

This was the first time she said master and I wanted her to do it than me asking for it.
Once she admitted to it, now it was me taking it to next level.

Me: If you want to cum, all you had to do was ask correctly.
Ri: Can I cum now?
I gave her a light slap.
Me: No. I said ask correctly.
Ri: I don’t know the correct way.
I gave her a tight spank and gestured with my eyes to go on fours.
Ri (on her fours): Can I cum now?
Slap again.
Ri: I asked correctly now, please let me cum master.
Me: Go ahead, but suck me and finger yourself together. (I wanted to use please or master to give her mental obidience)
She was then sucking me and fingering herself but it wasn’t feeling nice. I felt she’d cum very soon and asked her to stop fingering and spanked her again. I pushed my dick further in her mouth and she continued sucking.
When I was about to release, I stopped her and made her go on fours again.
I had something more devilish in my mind. We both were now very horny and I was the one in control. But, to make her go of any further thoughts of control in future, I handed her a knife which I had earlier brought from kitched and handed it to her. I now pushed her on the sofa and she was lying on the same with the knife. I put a condom on my dick and was rubbing it around her wet pussy. She was moaning., Then, I grabbed her neck and made her choke a bit. She was shocked. Once she drew a breath, I did it again. She was angry and shocked again.
Me: You now hold the knife and can take control of the situation. Push me away and I’ll leave.
She was amazed and shocked and was blank.
Ri: What are you saying?
Me: you can take control now, ask me to leave or be my boss and ask me to fuck you. I’ll obey.
Ri: What are you doing. Fuck me.
Me: Listen carefully. You’ve the weapon and can take control and be my master. Or
Ri: Or?
Me: Throw the knife and say “You’re my master. from now on. My body, my mind, my soul belongs to you whenever you want. Whatever you say if my command and I shall obey”.
Ri: Yes, “You’re my master. My body, sould and mind belongs to you forever”.
While she was saying it, I pushed my dick inside her dripping pussy and she felt a sigh of relief and pleasure. We fucked and fucked and the sexual tension between us had now transformed into a wild fuck fest.
We both couldn’t last much as we’d played a lot. So, a wild quick first round.
After it was done, I asked her to lie on floor and let her pussy leak her fluids. I was sitting on sofa with my feet playing her boobs and nipples.
I was taking out the condom when
Ri: Master, I’ll do it.
She took out the condom using her mouth and cleaned my dick with her mouth.

Then, after 30 mins, we went to her bedroom where I asked her to arouse me and fuck me. And she brought her skills out.
Ri: Master, I’ll now serve you. you’ve given me something which I didn’t know I needed. Now, I’ll give everything to you and you just need to relax.

She started with gently rubbing my body and a massage and I was quite aroused but half asleep due to her genle massage and didn’t even feel when started sucking me. Fuck, forget about sucking, I didn’t even realise when she put the condom on as when she rode me, I was just enjoying and when I was about to cum, I asked her to step down and she said, we’re using protection.
For me, that was the first time a female was able to take me to the world where I don’t recall putting the condom on.

This was our first experience but path to our future encounter was set. While leaving, she gave me about 35000 cash (I do charge on occasional basis).

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Fir usne mere taango ko apne kandhe pe rakha. Aur jaise hi kiss karne ke liye mere hoto ki paas aaya, meri gaand upar uth gai aur wo waise hi kiss karne laga aur meri boor chodne laga. Mere pair mere sar ke paas aa gaye the aur wo hach hach pele jaa raha tha. Itna tez pel raha tha! Main akdam dab gayi thi ki. Meri gaand se paad nikal gaya.

Tabhi Raman bola, “Waah yaar! Ye hui naa raand ki pelayi… Tume ache se chaapa hai… pel saali ko… maja aa raha hai dekh kar… Aur tez maar yaar… Free ki boor mili hai bhosda bana de.”

Rizwan bola, “Pel raha hoon yaar… Aaj iski boor ka bhosda banna pakka hai.”

Main boli, “Haan, madharchodo… lagta hai mootna v muskil hoga aaj… Ye to habsi hai akdum.”

Itna sunte hi jaise wo or josh me aa gaya aur gapa gap mujhe pelne laga. Kuch dhakka mara, fir ruka aur bola, “Chal ab ghodi ban, tujhe jhuka ke peloonga.”

To main uthi bed se. Jaise hi pair niche rakhi, mere pair me itna dard hone laga. Kafi der se dono pair uthe the naa, isi wajah se. Main thik se khadi v nahi ho paa rahi thi. Tabhi Rizwan mujhe bed pe dhakka diya aur main jhuk ke bed pe gir gai. Rizwan mere sar ko pakad ke mujhe jhuka diya.

Main boli, “Ruko to,” par use koi fark nahi pada aur lund meri boor me ghusa diya aur fir hachak ke pelne laga.

Uska lund mota tha aur ab meri boor me dard hone laga tha. Abhi boor thoda pela hi tha ki bola, “Saali teri gaand v marna hai.”

Aur kahte hue lund nikal liya. Main khadi hone lagi to bola, “Khadi naa ho, kuitya… aise hi gaand utha ke rakh.”

Main jhuki rahi. Fir Rizwan bola, “Saali… jara apni gaand to faila,” to maine dono haath piche le jake dono chutad ko failaya.

Rizwan bola, “Bas bas… aise hi,” aur apna haath mere muh ke paas le jake bola, “Jara thook dena… lund pe lagana hai.”

Maine v uske haath pe thoda jada thook nikala. Fir Rizwan ne thook lund pe lagaya aur fir meri gaand ke ched par v thook lagaya. Fir lund gaand ki ched pe rakh kar, ake hi jhatke me lund ghusa diya.

Main dard ke maare khadi ho gai aur muh se nikla, “Madharchod!!! Maar daala…”

Tabhi Raman utha aur bola, “Kutiya, khadi naa ho… ruk saali,” aur bolte hue aaya aur mere sar ko pakad ke jhuka diya aur bola, “Gaand maar, saali ka.”

Aur Rizwan fir meri gaand marne laga. Maine Raman se kaha, “Kutta… chod mujhe… bahut dard ho raha hai.”

Wo bola, “Bardast kar le, raani… aise hi tu bazaru raand banegi.”

Aur wo Rizwan dana dan gaand mare jaa raha tha. Fir ruk ke lund nikala aur lund meri boor me ghusa diya aur boor marne laga. Wo pura haanf raha tha, pelte pelte. Bhaut stamina tha saale me. Jab boor maar raha tha to mujhe v josh aaya aur mai chudawate chudwate jhad gai. Usska lund tight ka tight.

Raman bola, “Yaar, tu late jaa… is saali ko dhakka marne de… Bahut gajab dhakka marti hai.”

Fir wo ruk gaya aur bed pe late gaya. Main uthi aur thoda paani pi aur fir bed pe aayi to Raman bola, “Pahle iska lund choos le… fir lund pe baithna.”

Main uska lund muh me leke choosne lagi. Kuch der choosi. Lund chossne ke bahane thoda aaram kiya. Tabhi fir Raman bola, “Chal, saali… ab lund pe baith jaa.”

Main Rizwan ke lund pe jaise mutne baithati hoon, waise hi baithi. Aur lund boor me ghus gaya. Fir mai gaand aage piche karke dhakka marne lagi.

Usko v maja aa raha tha to niche se lund utha raha tha, taaki lund or andar ghuse. Rizwan bola, “Saali… boor niche daba ke dhakka maar naa.”

Tabhi Raman aaya aur mere piche aake meri kamar pakda aur niche ki taraf daba diya aur bola, “Ab gaand aage piche dhakka maar.”

Main jaise hi dhakka maari, lund meri bachedani pe ladne laga. Dard to ho hi raha tha par maja v aa raha tha. Kuch der hi aisa chala aur Rizwan baith gaya. Main uske gale me haath daal di aur dhakka marne lagi. Dono kiss karne lage aur mai niche se dhakka marne lagi. Josh chadh gaya tha to mai fir jhadne wala tha. To mai ake hi dhakka maari aur lund pura ghusa ke usi pe rok di aur jhad gai.

Akdam thak chuki thi. Ake v dhakka nahi laga paa rahi thi. Rizwan haanf raha tha kutte ki tarah. Fir mujhe pahle ki tarah bed pe lita diya aur maine dono taange upar kar di. Rizwan full speed me lund pelne laga. Meri boor me dard hone laga par wo mere upar chadha tha aur mujhe daba diya tha apne niche. Hill bhi nahi paa rahi thi aur wo kamina hachar hachar pele jaa raha tha.

Fir bola, “Mera nikalne wala hai… kaha giraoon?”

Main kuch bolti usse pahle Raman ne bola, “Iske muh me hi girana aur ise pilana.”

Aur Rizwan lund nikal liya aur mai turant uth gai aur uska lund muh me le li. Wo apne haath se 4-5 baar hi muth mara aur uska pani nikal gaya. Pahli baar wala pichkari sidhe gale me gaya aur fir pet me. Fir wo muth maar raha tha aur lund paani chod raha tha. Muh bhar gaya lund ke paani se.

Fir wo lund nikala to Raman bola, “Dikha jara.”

To maine ‘aa’ ki to pura muh paani se bhar gaya tha. Raman bola, “Ab nigal jaa sara.”

To mai pura nigal gai. Pura muh fitkiri ki tarah ho gaya tha. Mai turant bottle li aur paani pi li. Akdam sarir sust ho gaya tha. Rizwan bistar pe late gaya chup chap. Uska lund akdam saant hoke chota ho gaya tha. Udhar Raman ka khda tha. Wo hilate huye bola, “Mujhe v chahiye.”

Maine kaha, “Avi nahi… baad me kar lena… bahut thak gai hoon.”

To bola, “Iska kya karoon?”

To maine kaha, “Acha, laoo… choos leti hoon.” Aur muh me le liya.

Usko v josh chadha tha to jaldi hi uska v paani nikal gaya. Par uska paani pi nahi, muh me li aur fir uthi aur bathroom ki taraf jaane lagi.

Tabhi Raman bola, “Saali, kaha ja rahi hai? Pahle mera maal nigal.”

Maine kaha, “Nahi yaar… man nahi kar raha,” par wo jid karne laga to maine pi liya. Man ajeeb sa ho gaya tha.

Fir paani pi aur waise hi naa boor dhoi na usne apna lund ki dhulai ki. Tino so gaye nange hi. Tab kareeb 11 baj raha tha. Meri neend khuli karib 3 baje. To dekha dono baith ke daaru pi rahe the.

Mujhe uthate dekh, Raman bola, “Uth gai raani… aaa jaa… hamare paas baith.”

To mai uthi to sarir me bahut dard ho rah tha. Pura badan toot raha tha dard se. Mai jaake dono ke bich me baith gai. Fir Raman ne mujhe cigarette di aur bola, “Le… dam maar… aaram milega.”

To mai cigarette leke thoda pi. Fir Rizwan ko de di. Mai hamesa smoke nahi karti. Koi encourage karta hai, tab pi leti hoon. Mujhe pasand nahi hai.

Fir aise hi baat hone lagi. Rizwan bola, “Kaisa laga aaj?”

Maine kaha, “Maa chod diye meri.”

To dono hasne lage. Rizwan bola, “Mujhe bahut dino se koi mili nahi thi. Aur tumhe subah dekhte hi man me aaya tha ki top maal hai… mil jaati to pura josh sant kar leta… Fir tune mujhe baar baar dekha to mai samajh gaya ki tum pat jaoogi… Par himmat nahi hua… saadi suda ho sochkar… Par jab tumne smile di, tab samajh gaya ki tum boor dogi.”

Aadha ghanta yahi sab huwa. Fir tino nahane chale gaye. Fir Rizwan bola, “Chalo, ghoomne chalte hai.”

To Raman bola, “Hame to raat me hi nikalna hai.”

To Rizwan bola, “Kya yaar… ruk jaoo… Avi to maine ise thik se pela v nahi hai… Please yaar… do din or ruk jaa. Do din ise pel lene de.”

Bahut request karne laga. Bola, “Please yaar… ruk jaa… Bas jo man me khawaise hai, use pura kar loon. Aisi maal pata nahi fir milegi ki nahi, jiske saath jo man ho kar sakoon… Ruk jaao yaar.”

Rizwan meri taraf dekh kar bola, “Jaan, tu hi bol ise rukne ko. Mujhe avi or teri boor chahiye. Teri jawani ka pura maja lena hai… Tujhe mai pasand nahi kya?”

Maine kaha, “Nahi yaar… aisi baat nahi hai… mera v school hai… Chuti aaj tak ki hai.”

Rizwan bola, “Chuti badhwa le naa, please.”

Fir Raman ne kaha, “Thik hai yaar… ruk jaate hai.”

Fir tay huwa do din rukne ka. Fir tino nahaye. Maine pucha, “Kon si dress pahnoo?”

To Raman ne kaha, “Long skirt pahan lo.”

To maine wahi dress nikali aur bra panty v nikali. Tabhi Rizwan bola, “Sheela, panty bra mat pahan, tu.”

Maine kaha, “Kyon? Waise hi chalna hai?”

Rizwan bola, “Long skirt pahnogi to panty ki kya jaroorat? …Waise bhi, tujhe to nangi hi ghumana chahiye.”

To maine bhi sirf long skirt hi pahan li. Naa bra naa panty, kuch nahi. Skirt ke upar se meri nipple saaf pata chal rahi thi. Maine dono ko dikhaya apne nipple.

To Raman bola, “Haan, ye sahi hai. Randi lag rahi hai.”

Un dono ne v pant pahan, par underwear nahi pahna.

Fir tino nikal gaye. Rizwan ke hotel se uski gaadi li. Rizwan bola, “Raman, tu gaadi chala. Mujhe iske maje lene hai.”

Aur wo mujhe leke gaadi ke piche baith gaya. Dono apas me discuss karne lage, kaha jaana hai. Mai bas sun rahi thi. Mera pahli baar tha Lucknow aana, to mujhe kuch pata hi nahi tha jagah ke baare me.

Rizwan bola, “Raman, ake kaam karte hai… tu gaadi chala… aur mai ise chalti gaadi me back seat pe pelta hoon.”

To Raman gaadi start kiya aur Rizwan gaadi ka sisha upar kar diya. Gaadi ka shisha black tha, to koi dar v nahi tha. Fir hum chal pade.

Rizwan bola mujhse, “Avi sirf kiss aur lund choosna. Sahar se bahar chale jaayenge, tab tujhe peloonga… Chal saali, tu apna kaam suru kar.”

To mai use kiss karne lagi. Fir kiss tez hone laga to wo mujhe jor se kiss karne laga. Turant hi josh chadh gaya. Maine v kiss karte karte apna haath uske lund pe gai aur lund pant ke upar se hi masalne lagi. Wo v josh me aake kiss karte karte meri choochi masalne laga. Khoob josh me dono aa gaye.

Jaise hi gaadi sahar se bahar gai, tabhi Rizwan ne apna pant nikal diya. Niche se nanga ho gaya aur seat pe late gaya. Mai turant gaand uski taraf karte hue uska lund choosne lagi. Lund mota tha uska saala… muh hi dard karne lagta tha. Meri gaand uski taraf thi to wo apne haath se meri boor faila ke dekh raha tha. Fir thoda thook leke usne meri boor pe laga diya aur badi wali ungli boor me pel diya.

Pura ungli ghusa ke ungli boor ke andar marne laga. Aur anguthe se meri gaand ki ched v sahlane laga. Mujhe maja aa raha tha to josh me lund jor se choosne lag rahi thi.Wo samajh gaya to angutha v meri gaand me pel diya. Ab dono ched me ungli thi. Wo dono ungli aage piche karne laga. Mai v pura josh me lund chuse jaa rahi thi. Fir lund nikal ke uska pelhar chaati.

Thodi de me hi use full josh chad gaya to wo bola, “Kutiya, mere lund pe baith jaa.”

To mai lund pe thook lagai aur uske lund pe baith gai. Fir lund pe uchalne lagi. Kabhi aage piche dhakka maarti lund pe… kabhi uspe uchalti. 15 min karib yahi huwa.

Fir wo mujhe bola, “Chal, kuttiya ban jaa.”

Mai turant utri aur kuttiya ban gai. Wo pelne ke liye utha, par gaadi ki chaat niche thi… saala sar jhukaye jhukaye hi pelne laga. Boor to hachak ke pel rah tha. Mai v josh me gaand utha di thi taaki lund pura andar le sakoon.

Thodi der me hi usne lund nikal aur mujhe bola, “Chal aa jara, lund choos mera.”

Maine lund dekha to meri boor ka paani laga tha uspe. Mai apne skirt se pochne jaa rahi thi to Rizwan bola, “Randi, teri boor ka hi hai. Kittiya, ise kon chatega? Saaf nahi karna. Apne muh me leke chat chat ke saaf kar.”

Maine waisa hi kiya. Khoob josh me lund choosi. Fir mujhe jhukaya aur meri boor maarne laga. Fir usne boor pelte pelte meri gaand pe thook giraya.

Aur lund ko meri gaand me pel diya. Mujhe thoda dard huwa. Par utna mai bardast kar leti hoon. Fir wo dhakka marne laga. Maine gaand utha rakhi thi to uska josh aur badh raha tha. Tabhi wo mujhe sula diya aur mere upar aa gaya. Lund ko meri gaand me fir se daal ke full speed me gaand marne laga.

Itna tez gaand mar raha tha ki mujhe laga jaise letting kar doongi. Fir ruka aur lund meri boor me daal diya aur pelne laga. 10-15 dhakka mara hi tha ki bola, “Kuttiya, nikalne wala hai… muh khol.”

Mai waise hi leti rahi aur wo lund meri muh me ghusa diya aur saara maal mere muh me gira diya. Maine saara nigal liya, kyon ki wo yahi karwata.

Fir maine apni nayi wali skirt se uska lund saaf kiya aur wo apna pant pahan liya. Raman ne gaadi roki aur Rizwan aage chala gaya aur Raman piche aa gaya. Fir uske saath wahi sab hua. Usne v mujhe pele. Hum sahar se bahar aa gaye the. Mai thak gai thi. Fir waha se gaadi turn hui. Sabko bhookh lagi thi to hamari najar ake ande wale thele pe padi. Rizwan ne gaadi wahi rok di. Mai wahi skirt pahan ke nikli.

Thoda mahak raha tha, kyon ki dono ka lund usi se pochi thi aur apni boor bhi. Tino waha gaye aur wo uncle ji akele hi the. Koi or grahak nahi tha. Humne omelet banane ko bola. Aur wo usme busy ho gaye. Rizwan meri chuttad dabane laga. To maine mana kiya. Par wo mana nahi. Aur wo dukandar sab dekh raha tha, par aged tha to kuch bola nahi. Fir Raman ne v yahi kiya.

Tab us uncle ne kaha, “Babu ji, yaha sab aate jaate hai. Ye sab yaha mat kijiye. Kuch karna hai to piche jo jhopdi hai, waha chale jaiye ise leke… Mai wahi omelete lata hoon.”

Tino chup. Fir Raman bola, “Chacha, koi hai nahi naa waha?”

To uncle bole, “Nahi nahi… khali hai jhopdi.”

Tino wahi chale gaye.

Andar shukhi ghass rakhi thi, usi pe baithna tha. Tino wahi baith gaye. Dono mere agal bagal me baith gaye. Tabhi Raman bola, “Sheela, tu us chacha ke saath maja kar, aur usse pelwa.”

Maina kaha, “Mai itni v gai gujri nahi hoon, jo is buddhe se chudi… Tum logo ko khus karne ke liye bahut kuch kiya maine… Par is buddhe ke saath nahi… Sach me bazaru randi nahi hoon.”

Tabhi dono bole, “Are are… naraz kyon ho rahi hai? Rahne de… nahi pelwana to par tu usko muth hi maar dena… Humko dekh kar maja aayega.”

Mai kuch boli nahi. Fir Rizwan bola, “Acha, tujhe mai 1000 dunga.”

Maine Raman ki taraf dekha to usne haan me isara kiya. To maine v “Ok” bol diya. Aur dono meri choochi dabane lage. Avi kuch der pahle hi sabka josh sant huwa tha. Isi liye bas aise hi choochi daba rahe the. Tabhi wo uncle andar omelete leke aa gaye. Tab bhi dono ne choochi badana nahi band kiya. Uncle omlet rakhe, tab v jaise unko dikha ke choochi daba rahe the.

Tabhi Rizwan bola, “Chacha, kaisi hi?”

Chacha bole, “Sahab, badhiyan hai.”

Rizwan bola, “Aao, tum bhi iske daba lo.”

Wo buddha saala turant aake haat laga diya meri chuchi pe aur use dabane laga. Tabhi Raman ne isara kiya ki mai chalu ho jaoon. Maine v apne ake haath uske lund pe le gai. Lund to tight nahi tha; budha tha saala, isi liye. Fir main khadi ho gai aur wo meri chuchi dabane laga aur mai uska lund bahar nikal ke muth marne lagi. Uska lund tight ho gaya. Wo meri choochi aur gaand paari para malne laga.

Thodi der me bola, “Mujhe v dedo.”

Maine kaha, “Itna mil raha hai… wahi bahut hai. Umar dekhi hai apni?”

Budha bola, “Randi ko kya fark padta hai? Koi v rahe.”

Maine turant uske lund se haath hata li aur boli, “Maa chuda, budhe… mai nahi kar rahi.”

Tabhi budha mujhe gaali dene laga. Bola, “Randi saali… in dono ko de rahi hai, mujhe chodne nahi de rahi… Ake to jagah di tumko dhandha karne ki, upar se mujhe chodne nahi de rahi.”

Tabhi Rizwan aur Raman dono gussa ke bola, “Oye bhudhawoo… thoda izzat se nahi to avi bata denge.”

Raman ne isara kiya baahar jane ko. Mai turant waha se nikal gai aur Rizwan budhe se bahas kar raha tha. Raman v mere piche aaya aur gaadi start kiya. Rizwan usse gaali dete dete bahar aya aur turant gaadi me baitha aur waha se nikal gaye.

Gaon side tha, dar tha kahi gaon waale naa aa jaye. City me pahoochate pahoonchate raat ho gai. Hotel ke paas ake restaurant me humne khana khaya. Fir hotel me aa gaye. Tino thak gaye the. Tino nange hi so gaye. Mai dono ke bich me soi thi. Raat ko Rizwan ne mujhe utha ke fir pela tha. Subah Raman ne pela.

Agle din fir maje kiye. Wo fir kabhi bataoongi.

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It was well past noon. With my balls sucked dry, I (40 YO, 6 inches, 6’1”) was exhausted and was craving for my chai. I volunteered to make the tea for everyone. Lokesh (43, 6 inches, 5,10”) and JD (41, 5.5 inches, 5’8”) had joined us too in the living room.

Pranshi (42, 38C-30-38, 5’5”) slipped into a bright multi-coloured wrap around a white sleeveless top. Shubhra (36 YO, 36C-28-36, 5’7”) wore denim hot pants and a black spaghetti top giving a clear view of her cleavage.

While I was focussed on making tea in the open kitchen that was part of the large living room, the two men were ogling at the hotties. Completely aware of the hot session we had in the morning. The ladies after the nice fuck and bath were looking fresh and relaxed.

This is the fourth part of a many-part series. Reading the previous part is a good idea to get more juice out of this part as I would continue the story where I left. But for the lazy ones, here is a broad context.

It was the Summer of 2025, 3 men and 2 ladies decided to break free from the routine (and mundane) life and have some fun. All five of us traveled to Goa. All married but not to each other. The idea was to have unrestrained fun. All day and night. For 3 nights and 4 days. Five of us – Pranshi, Shubhra, Lokesh, JD, and I- were craving action without having to worry about spouses, kids, phone calls, and work.

I discovered this later. The second day was completely owned by ladies. They called the shots and men shot where the ladies directed us to. As the tea brewed, Pranshi sat on Lokesh’s lap and Shubhra on JD’s. Lokesh and JD were sitting adjacent to each other. With ladies sitting on their laps, they looked at each other. Shocked. Surprised and yet elated. Pranshi winked at Shubhra and she acknowledged it with a smile.

They both started grinding the hard dicks with the clothes on. From where I stood, all I saw were the backs of two women who were moving their asses in a perfect circle. Synched with each other.

Pranshi took off Lokesh’s T-shirt and Shubhra did the same with JD. Lokesh crushed Pranshi hard against his chest and JD formed his grip on Shubhra’s buttocks. Both ladies freed themselves and went down on their knees, taking off the shorts of the men, making them naked and freeing their throbbing dicks.

Without wasting a second, they were blowing their respective men. It almost felt like there was a competition between them with the aim of making their men come fast. The men knew better and didn’t want to lose the momentum by coming in their mouths. They pushed the ladies away from themselves, releasing the dicks from their clutches. The men looked at me. I used the opportunity to point them to the large bar table near the open kitchen.

They got the hint, lifted the ladies in their arms (with some difficulty) and made me stand against the bar table. Now the ladies were holding the edges of the bar table, facing me as Lokesh and JD stood right behind them with their throbbing dick.

It was time for the men to take the charge. Off went the white sleeveless top of Pranshi and the black spaghetti top of Shubhra freeing their well-shaped, firm and big boobs. As I sat on the platform of the kitchen, I had 4 nicely shaped boobs right in front of my eyes. As I sipped tea and nursed my dick, I noticed that Pranshi’s boobs were rounded, and Shubhra had perky boobs. The difference in the age showed in their boobs!

While I admired the boobs (and the chai!)men were at work. Lokesh untied the knot of Pranshi’s wrap-around, and JD unbuttoned Shubhra’s hot pants. While Pranshi wasn’t wearing any panties, Shubhra’s soaked g-string barely covered her pussy.

Four horny, naked souls were standing in front of me. Perfectly positioned in a standing doggy position. I was dressed in green shorts and a white t-shirt with a dick forming a tent. I finished the tea, got rid of my shorts and sat right on a bar tool, right in front of the 4 boobs. I slapped them gently and pinched the nipples while Lokesh and JD shoved their dicks inside the pussy from behind.

As the men humped from behind, I slapped the boobs with both my hands. Kneaded them hard and then started sucking the nipples, taking turns. The men were getting crazier, with their balls slapping the ass cheeks of ladies. The kitchen and the living room were filled with moans and groans.

Lokesh got closer to Pranshi and was holding her by boobs while she firmly held the edge of the bar table. JD was holding Shubhra by her love handles and pounding hard. What started as a competition between the two ladies to blow the men off transformed into a competition between the two men fucking the ladies hard.

I started stroking myself as the men screwed the pussies hard. Lokesh was the first to come, while JD continued his ramming. Pranshi wanted more and looked at me and commanded, “apna hilane aaya kya bhosdiwale yahan pe” (Are you here to jerk, dickhead?). Her choice of words and language further increased my excitement. I grabbed the opportunity and her ass at the same time.

With one hand on her hips and the other holding her by hair, I started drilling her pussy hard. Pranshi also started moving her ass back and forth, letting me in deeper. JD and Shubhra were done, sitting on the bar stools. All eyes were on me and Pranshi. After humping for a few minutes, I paused. And then I started gyrating my ass, drilling the pussy and touching its deepest corners. While I continued exploring the corners of her pussy, Pranshi lost her patience and started pushing my dick with her back and forth movements.

I took the cue and figured that she wanted some hard fuck. Her pussy for contracting and she was close to coming. While I could have carried on for a while, the thought of hard fuck and thumping got the better of me. Moving back and forth and fucking harder with each stroke, I took charge of the fuck. Pranshi let me do all the hard work as she came with a loud moan. I continued to destroy her pussy and after a few minutes came inside her. We were sweating profusely despite the air conditioner.

Now all of us were back on the couch. Naked. Tired. We relaxed until it got dark outside. Fully recharged, it was the night of truth and dare. As it would turn out, nobody was keen on truths and everyone dared to go wild. Thanks to the lovely setting and comfort of being together and fucking each other.

More in the next part!

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