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

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

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

Pichle part mein aapne padha ki subha jab main office gayi, to Varsha ne mujhe bataya ki Raman ne mujhe apne cabin mein bulaya tha. Fir jab main uske cabin mein gayi to usne mujhe ek gaon ki zameen ka masla bataya.

Usne kaha ki mujhe waha jaake waha ke sarpanch ko zameen bechne ke liye manana hoga. Fir ghar aake maine Ghosh babu se permission li, aur Raman ko ok bol diya. Raman ne usi waqt meri 2 din baad ki flight ki ticket karwa di.

Ab main kaafi excited thi. Chaliye ab aage badhte hai. 2 din mujhe office jaane ki zaroorat nahi padi. Maine apne bags pack kar liye, aur 2 din baad seedhe airport pahunch gayi. Raman ne mujhe ghar se pick karne ke liye gaadi bhej di thi.

Jab main airport pahunchi, to Raman wahi mera intezaar kar raha tha. Fir jaise hi main gaadi se baahar nikli, Raman mujhe dekhta hi reh gaya. Dekhta bhi kaise nahi. Ek to mera zabardast sexy figure. Upar se maine jeans aur t-shirt pehni thi.

Tight blue jeans mein meri ubhri hui gaand aur sath mein tight red t-shirt mein mere raseele mote-mote boobs aur gora rang. Ye dekh kar to kisi bhi mard ki aankhen mujhe nihaarna shuru kar de.

Fir main uski taraf badhi, aur woh mujhe dekh kar smile karne laga. Mere paas pahunchte hi usne mujhe hug kiya. Usne mujhe 2-minute tak hug karke rakha, aur mere boobs ko ache se feel kiya.

Fir woh mujhse alag hua, aur usne mujhse kaha-

Raman: Tumhe dekh kar mujhe lag raha hai, ki itne time se jo kaam nahi hua woh ab ho jayega.

Main: Dekhte hai, koshish to poori rahegi.

Raman: Hmm, chalo all the best. Tumhari flight time par hai, aur ye raha tumhara ticket.

Maine usse ticket li, aur usko firse hug kiya, aur airport ke andar chali gayi. Fir flight board ki, aur chal padi main apni manzil ki taraf. Kuch ghante ke safar ke baad main Jaipur airport par pahunch gayi.

Waha ke immigration office ke male officers mujhe upar se neeche dekh rahe the. Unki aankhon mein hawas saaf dikh rahi thi. Unko dekh kar mujhe hassi aa gayi. Maine socha duniya mein jaha marzi chale jao, mard ek jaise hi hote hai. Jaha sexy aurat dekhi, to unki aankhon mein chudai ki aag jalne lagti hai.

Fir main airport se baahar nikli, to baahar ek aadmi mere naam ka board liye khada tha. Main uske paas gayi, to woh bhi mujhe upar se neeche dekhne laga. Usne mujhse poocha-

Woh aadmi: Nikita madam?

Main: Haa.

Woh aadmi dheere se bola: Waah, kya cheez hai yaar.

Maine sun to liya lekin anjan ban kar boli: Ji, kuch kaha aapne?

Woh bola: Ji, nahi, madam. Welcome to Mandawa madam.

Main: Lekin ye to Jaipur hai na.

Woh aadmi: Arre madam jana to hame Mandawa hi hai. Waisa mera naam Nainsukh hai. Raman sir ne aapko mere baare mein bataya hoga.

Main: Acha to aap hai Nainsukh.

Nainsukh: Ji haa madam. Main head constable hu police department mein. Lekin mera Raman sir ke sath bahut pyar hai. Jab bhi yaha aate hai mujhse zaroor milte hai.

Nainsukh 5’8″ height wala ek dubla patla aadmi tha. Uska rang saawla tha, aur chehre par daadhi thi thodi. Saala shakal se hi kameena aur chutiya lag raha tha. Fir maine usse kaha-

Main: Hum Mandawa kaise jaane waale hai?

Usne gaadi ki taraf ishara karte hue kaha: Ye rahi hamari gaadi, jisme hum Mandawa jayenge.

Maine gaadi ki taraf dekha, to woh ek police jeep thi. Fir maine usse poocha-

Main: Hum police jeep mein jaane waale hai?

Nainsukh: Ji, kyun koi dikkat hai.

Main: Nahi dikkat to nahi hai. Lekin aur koi gaadi nahi thi aapke paas.

Nainsukh: Arre madam aap chinta mat karo. Police jeep se zyada safe gaadi koi nahi ho sakti. Saala koi rokne ki himmat bhi nahi karta. Aap chal kar baithiye, main aapka samaan le aata hu.

Fir main gaadi ki taraf badhne lagi, aur woh mera bag leke mere peeche-peeche chalne laga. Mere peeche se meri gaand dekh kar woh firse dheere se bola-

Nainsukh: Aaye-haye kya gaand hai, ek-dum mast. Kitni gori aur chikni maal hai. Saali haa bole to abhi chadh jau, aur maheena bhar bistar se hilne na du. Wahi chodta jau.

Maine uski baat sun li thi, fir bhi anjan bante hue poocha: Kuch kaha aapne?

Nainsukh: Nahi madam, main to bas bol raha tha ki aaj mausam acha hai. Waise is time yaha garmi hoti hai.

Main: Ok.

Fir main gaadi mein baith gayi. Nainsukh ne peeche samaan rakha, aur aake driver seat par baith gaya. Main sath wali seat par hi baithi thi. Fir woh dheere se bola-

Nainsukh: Aaj to gaadi chalane mein bahut maza aayega.

Maine firse anjaan bante hue poocha: Kuch kaha aapne?

Nainsukh: Main bol raha tha ki gaadi chalana asaan rahega aaj. Woh mausam acha hai na. Hawa achi chal rahi hai.

Main: Ok.

Fir usne gaadi start ki, aur drive karne laga.

Maine usse poocha: Waise yaha se Mandawa pahunchne mein kitna time lag jata hai?

Nainsukh: Madam 3:30 ghante to lag hi jayenge. Koi baat nahi aap aaram se comfortable hoke baithiye. Raaste mein aapko toilet wagaira jana ho to hum kisi hotel ya dhaabe par ruk jayenge. Khaana peena ho to bhi batayiyega.

Main: Theek hai.

Woh gaadi drive karta jaa raha tha, aur meri taraf dekhe jaa raha tha. Uski nazar mere badan par upar se neeche ghoom rahi thi. Kabhi woh mere boobs dekh raha tha, to kabhi meri kamar, to kabhi meri jaanghen.

Waise bhi tight jeans mein meri jaanghen lagti hi itni sexy hai, ki koi chaah kar bhi unko ignore nahi kar sakta. Woh itni hawas se meri taraf dekh raha tha ki agar main usko usi waqt bolti, to saala sadak par gaadi khadi karke hi mujhe chodne mein lag jata.

Lekin aisa kuch karne se pehle mera waha sab kuch jaanna zaroori tha. Fir sadak dekhte-dekhte meri aankh kab lag gayi, mujhe pata hi nahi chala.

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

Hello, guys. My name is Ela, and I’m here to share my life’s sexual experiences. [email protected] is my ID. You can give your reviews in the comment section as well as on my ID.

I did my college in the US. There, I had an affair with a guy I met at a party. His name was Andrew. We got married just 6 months later and had a son together named Anshul Eric Branson. But happiness didn’t last long between us.

I started an affair with my classmate during my final year of college. Andrew found out. We had a divorce, and he fought for the custody of our son. He won and put a condition that I’d never be able to see Eric. Frustrated, depressed, heartbroken, and defeated, I returned to India.

Apart from my parents and siblings, no one knew about my marriage or child. And even my family was unaware of the reason for my divorce. My parents advised me to move on and treat it like it never happened. I was vulnerable and took their suggestion.

They started looking up guys for me and finalised one. His name was Shekhar. I got married soon after. My first marriage, my son, and my divorce all remained a secret buried inside my heart. For the outside world, my marriage seemed happy and successful. But in truth, it was a nightmare.

Though I had three daughters with him, I wasn’t happy. Shekhar was abusive. He’d beat me on the smallest of mistakes and cheat on me (3 times). He would often insult my parents and me. I wanted to find work for myself, but he never let me.

Thankfully, the nightmare ended when Shekhar went to prison. He always had an anger issue. And on one occasion, in a drunken state, he got into a fistfight with his colleague. Unfortunately, his punch landed badly and ended up injuring the guy severely. The man passed away.

Shekhar was booked for his murder and handed a long-term jail sentence. As per law, I was granted an easy divorce. I got the custody of my daughters, a hefty alimony and a big chunk of his property and money. I sold off the house and the property and moved to a different city.

I got myself a job and submitted myself to raising my daughters.

Years passed. My daughters grew up, and I went from being a young married girl to a mature single mother. Time had pushed my desire to see my son out of me. But I hadn’t forgotten about him. I sometimes thought of contacting him. But the court order was specific that I must never contact him. And that’s why I never went along with that idea.

It was in May of 2019 that I got a friend request from a white-blonde guy named Eric B. I checked his profile. He was a smart and young fellow. I usually don’t accept requests from strangers. But for some reason, I accepted his. 5 minutes later, I got a message from him telling me that he was my son.

The phone dropped from my hands. I never expected him to contact me. After all, he was just 1-year-old when his father divorced me. After getting a grip on my emotions and mustering courage, I replied to his message. At first, our conversation was awkward. But soon, we became comfortable with each other.

We’d talk on the phone on a daily basis. He wanted to know me and my life, and I, his. One day, he told me that Andrew (my first husband) had passed away. Eric was too young when I and his dad got divorced, and he had no memory of me. And his father never mentioned me.

It was when Andrew was on his deathbed that he revealed the truth to my son. Eric always thought that his stepmother was his birth mother. Since he was white and blonde, he never thought that he was half Indian. I felt guilty and asked for his forgiveness repeatedly.

But Eric held no grudge against me. He said that what happened was long ago and that I shouldn’t beat myself over it. He also told me that he has applied for his OCI card and would like to visit me soon. I said yes in a heartbeat. He arrived in India in February 2020 for business purposes.

It was in March that he was finally free and came to meet me. My daughters had gone to stay with my parents. I hadn’t told them about Eric. I didn’t know how to tell them. They grew up not knowing at all that they had a half-brother living halfway across the world.

Thankfully, I’d have a few days alone with Eric before tackling that problem. In the house, it was just me and my son. When I first saw him, I hugged him and cried. Eric comforted me and helped me calm down. A week passed. I’d take him out shopping and show him around the city.

I would take him to the monuments and historic places. We’d watch movies. He’d ask me to cook him all my favourite dishes, which I did. I was enjoying it. But something was weird. Despite everything, I wasn’t able to look at Eric as a mother would look at her son.

I kept telling my brain that he was my son. But my mind always looked at him as this dashing, handsome, young white guy. And boy, he is breathtaking. Eric had told me that he loved mountains. So, I had planned a trip to the Himalayas. I had a house there and thought it would be great to spend some days there.

Back then, we were hearing about the COVID on the news, but it hadn’t become the big thing just yet. But just 2 days after we arrived at my Himalayan house, the government declared the lockdown.

We were now locked in the mountains. But since people live sparsely there, we were able to go out and walk about without bumping into anyone.

One day, we were sitting on the deck at the back when Eric pointed into the distance and asked, “Mom, what’s that?”

“That’s an old temple,” I answered, sitting next to him, “it has historical as well as superstitious value. Locals say that if you offer your prayer there, then the thing you desire the most will come true.”

“Can we go there?” he requested. Enthusiasm sparkled in his eyes.

“There is no road. The only way to get there is by crossing the valley on foot. It’s half a day’s journey from one side. And there is nothing between here and the temple,” I explained.

“Great!” Eric exclaimed in joy, “I love trekking.”

“In that case, we’ll go tomorrow,” I replied, smiling.

We set out early the following morning. I took the backpack that I had brought with me from home. I had emptied one of the pockets to store food and water. I didn’t bother to check the remaining pockets.

We stopped at an abandoned and broken hut that stood at the halfway mark. It had an intact roof, but the walls were missing. The roof stood on 4 wooden logs. The floor was made of stones. On two sides, half of the wall was still there, but it was limited to a small corner. We sat under the shade to rest our legs for a bit.

It was around 2:30 that we reached the temple after crossing a vast valley and climbing up to the top of the mountain. It was the third mountain from my house. His visit gobsmacked Eric. His joy was unimaginable. He was having fun getting to know his Indian side.

After resting for a while and having our lunch, we set out for our house. The sun went down even before we could reach the base of the mountain. The sky had gone dark and cloudy, and a vast valley stood between us and the house. With our torches in hand, we began our long crossing.

Soon, the rain came pouring down. The bag was waterproof, but we were not, and neither were our clothes. I couldn’t risk opening my bag and letting water inside. And I knew very well that I had not packed an umbrella. Our only hope was for the rain to stop or for us to reach the hut that stood at the halfway mark.

By the time we reached the hut, we were completely drenched. Our clothes felt heavy. Eric put the bag down, and I quickly scuttled through its contents. However, I hadn’t packed any extra clothes in the morning. I was hoping there was a pair that I had forgotten to take out.

Though there were no extra clothes, I did manage to find a couple of dry towels and a rope in there. While I was going through the stuff in the bag, Eric managed to gather some dry wood and got the fire going. He fastened the rope diagonally. Then, he took his sweater off, rinsed it, and hung it to dry.

His shirt was the next to go on the wire. With the towel, he dried his hair and upper body. I watched with a gaping mouth as the towel moved slowly down his chest and caressed his chiselled abs. His gym-fit body, his bulky chest, and his muscular arms were doing something to me.

I tried telling my brain that it was my son standing in front of me. But the woman inside me was not in the mood to listen. Eric hadn’t noticed me admiring him. He turned his back on me and wrapped the towel around his waist. He dropped his pants and underwear.

They were soaking wet. I gasped silently. He unwrapped the towel, wiped his backside, and wrapped the towel back on. Eric turned, noticed me still in my wet clothes, and said, “Aren’t you going to dry yourself? You can catch pneumonia.”

He noticed my hesitation and faced the other way. But my hesitation wasn’t because I was too shy to get undressed in front of him. I couldn’t get the image of him moving the towel around his chest out of my mind. I took off my jacket and hung it on the wire.

It was made of leather, and I didn’t know if it would survive the following morning or not. I took off my T-shirt, rinsed it, and hung it next to my jacket. My bra was the next to come off. Every time I put a layer of my clothing on the rope, I took a step closer to Eric.

Finally, I was completely naked and a little more than an arm’s length from him. I dried my hair and my body, but there was a problem. The towel wasn’t big enough to cover my whole body. It could either cover my top or my bottom. I had to choose.

So, I wrapped it around my waist and pulled my hair to the front to hide my breasts. We sat down by the fire, shoulder to shoulder. I could see from the corner of my eye that Eric was trying his best not to stare at my boobs. He noticed me shivering with cold.

He taught me a technique to keep myself warm by rubbing my hands against my ribs. The fire can only do so much when you are completely naked under the mountains at night. We chatted to keep our minds distracted from the cold. I asked him about his first girlfriend.

He found it awkward at first but decided to answer my query to keep me distracted. Our conversation grew deeper. I was sitting close to the fire but did not realise how close I was. I shifted my leg a little to be more comfortable. The edge of the towel touched the blazing wood.

A spark jumped out from the flame, and my towel caught fire. I screamed in terror and jumped. Eric jumped to my rescue. He ripped the towel off my body and tossed it into the flame. Taking his towel off, he wrapped it around my shoulders like a blanket.

That’s what they do in the US to shelter someone from shock after a traumatic experience. I ran into his arms. His fingers met around my back. Eric was completely naked. And even I was bare from the waist down. But our minds were so caught up in the incident that we didn’t realise it.

His grip around my back began to loosen up. I begged him not to let go of me. He obliged my wish and asked me to sit down. In a single motion, we both went down. I sat in his lap with both my legs on one side and my head resting on his shoulder. The fire was burning behind me, warming my back.

I was at a safe distance now. Eric rubbed my back to comfort me. My hand touched his chest. In an involuntary motion, I started tracing circles around his nipples. It was when his dick started poking in my thighs I realised the situation. My nipple play was giving him a hard-on.

I knew I should have stopped, but my urges weren’t letting me. His hard cock made me wanna have him. I wanted him to take me then and there. I planted a soft kiss on his chest. A couple of seconds later, I kissed his chest again. This time, he responded by kissing my hair.

It encouraged me, and I moved up and kissed his neck. He moved his hand down my spine. It was too closer to my bare ass. His other hand cupped my face, and he kissed my forehead. I lifted my head and reached for his face. The towel dropped from my hands, and our lips met and locked.

We kissed like crazy and with great passion. His touch was gentle, yet there was a manliness in it at the same time. I turned in his lap to face him. My legs crossed over his. His dick pressed against my belly, sandwiched between our bodies.

His hands moved around my back and down my spine and grabbed my butt cheeks. He spread them wide as I grind his thighs with my wet pussy. I slipped off his lap and got on all fours. Eric put his hand on the back of my head and guided it towards his cock.

Grabbing my hair and making a ponytail in his hand, he aided my head movement as I sucked on his big delicious dick. He shot his head back, relaxed his body, and loosened his grip around my hair. I took his rod in my hand and started moving my fingers around it as I sucked it even harder.

He started grunting. His pelvis moved up and down, aiding my movements. Eric grabbed my hair tight and flipped me over. Fixing his toes on either side of my belly, he grabbed the edge of the shattered wall that once would have been a window sill. I grabbed his big masculine thighs as he mouth fucked me.

Soon, his thrusts got slower and eventually came to a halt. He pushed his rod deep down my throat. His balls pressed against my chin. And a huge load was shot into my mouth. Eric’s legs trembled as his dick unloaded into my mouth. My face had turned red, and my eyes were nearly popping out.

I wasn’t able to breathe. When he pulled out and got off me, I gasped and coughed. I flipped over and got on all fours. I was coughing relentlessly. Eric patted my back to help my breathing relax. Once my breathing normalised, I lay on my back and spread my legs.

Eric went down on me. His hands scaled up my body. His manly fingers grazed my boobs and found my hard nipples. My thighs cupped his ears, and my legs crossed around his head. He pinched my nipples as he planted a soft kiss on my pussy-lips and bit me down there gently.

That part took my arousal to the next level. I let out a murmured moan and arched my back to let him have more playing space. My hands ran through my hair. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. Eric’s tongue traced circles around my pussy.

It moved my sweet clit up and down and round and round. My breathing had changed once again, but this time, it was slow, soft, and pleasureful. Eric parted the curtains that were my pussy-lips and pushed his tongue inside. His mouth now explored the depths of the path that he once came out of.

His tongue gently caressed the insides of my cunt like it was giving me a soft massage in there. I could hear the slurping sound my cunt made. I could feel the water filling up inside. He had hooked his tongue and was slowly tickling the upper walls of my pussy. “Oh, Fuck,” I let out a quiet moan.

“Yeah,” my voice was shaky. My legs loosened their grip around his head. My heels slammed onto the floor. I had reached the peak of my arousal. I couldn’t resist anymore. I wanted him inside me. So, in a shaky voice, I pleaded, “Oh, Eric, please fuck me, baby. Fuck me now.”

Eric pulled his head out and moved on top of me. I could see the wet juice of my pussy around his chin. He positioned himself firmly between my legs and gently guided his shaft inside his old room. His big and thick dick stretched my pussy in a way it hadn’t been stretched in a while.

It reminded me of his father, who had a similar-sized cock. It was a good thing that he inherited his genes in that department. When he entered me, I gave out a slightly louder and slower moan. It had been a long while since I had a cock inside my cunt.

I was craving for a cock for some time. But above all, I have been craving for his cock ever since I saw him at the airport. And now that he was inside me, I felt I had reached my zenith. Eric kissed me with each thrust. He began slowly. My pussy slurped with every push.

My hands combed his hair. His wet lips gave me the taste of my pussy juice. A short while later, Eric rolled over and asked me to get on top and ride him. I guided his hard rod into my hole. He grabbed my milkers. My head flung back, and my hands rested on his knees as I started to hop on him.

“O fuck. O honey, fuck me,” I moaned.

“Oh, Mom, it feels so good. You feel so good and warm,” Eric moaned. My pussy slurped even louder. “It feels so good to be inside you.”

“Oh yeah, honey. Oh yeah, make me cum. O baby, make mommy cum,” I cried as I rode his shaft. I had reached my point. I bent my back, pressed my palms against the floor, lifted my pussy and let the water gush out. It was like someone had turned a fountain on.

I didn’t see where I was aiming at. The stream lasted for a good minute. When I was empty, I sat upright and saw my boy’s face wet with mommy’s juice. He smiled and licked his lips. Eric asked me to bend over the wall. I grabbed the sill. He walked up behind me and slapped my ass.

He spat on my cunt and shoved his dick inside. Now, it was my time to make him come. He pulled my hair and began pounding me from behind.  My boobs jiggled. They smacked against my ribs, making a slapping sound.

“Oh… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck,” I moaned loud. My moans were filling the dark in the valley.

“You like it, Mom? You like my cock,” Eric muttered.

“Yes, baby. My baby, mommy loves your cock. Drill mommy’s pussy. Drill my pussy with your big fat shaft. Fill mommy up,” I cried. Eric got to the next gear and began smashing my cunt hard. My moans got even louder. “Fuck me, honey. Fuck me, do me like that. Do mommy hard. Mommy deserves it.”

“I love you, Mom,” Eric grunted.

“I love you too, my son. I love you too,” I replied.

His dick began to get stiffer. His thrusts were getting slower but more powerful. He was nearing his limit. Soon, I heard him grunt. His dick exploded inside my pussy and shot his entire load inside me. I wasn’t on birth control. But at that time, the thought didn’t even cross my mind.

When he pulled out, some of his cum dripped out of my pussy and spread over the floor. It was massive. I have never had this much load oozing out of my hole before. Eric lay on the floor, completely exhausted. We had been going at it for over an hour.

I lay next to him, resting my head on his chest and my leg across his waist. He caressed my hair, and I fell asleep in his arms. It was his sudden movement that woke me up. He was putting wood into the fire to keep it going. The rain had stopped, but it was still dark.

I checked my watch. It was quarter to six in the morning. The sun wouldn’t come up until 7. We had spent the whole night lying naked in the open, curled up in each other’s arms. I got up and dug into my bag. There were some leftover sandwiches from the day before.

After eating our mini breakfast and having some water, Eric suggested leaving. But I arrested him by the arm and asked him to sit next to me. I sat in his lap, facing him, and said, “We still have an hour and fifteen minutes of darkness at our hands.”

“Are you suggesting what I think you are,” replied Eric.

“Last night was so good that it would be a shame not to do a recap,” I kissed him.

“But you are my Mom,” Eric protested.

“I’m a woman, and you are a man. That’s all I see right now. I have been desiring to have you fuck me since I first saw you. I loved our sex. And I want it more. Don’t you? That hole used to be your home once upon a time. It’s only natural for you to be in there again.”

Eric hesitated at first but then gave into his primordial instincts. He laid me down, did me on the floor, and fucked me hard. I moaned really loud. We made our session a quick one.

As he approached the climax, I kissed him passionately. And when he finally cummed in me, I held his face and said, “Welcome home, son!” We smiled, and we laughed. We were back home before the sunrise.

From our window, I saw people searching the valley. They must have heard my moans the night before and wondered what it was. It was great fun to look at them.

As we were in lockdown, Eric and I had sex all the time for the next four months. He fucked me anytime and in every corner of the house. Eventually, it led to me getting pregnant. And yes, I kept the baby.

Well, guys, that’s my story. Hope you had fun.

Hi, friends! My name is Preeti and I am from Chandigarh, at present, my age is 28. This story is about my life and how I became the heart of my family.

Now, about my family, I have my dad and his name is Mandeep. He is a tall and healthy guy and I am his princess. We are two siblings, I am the elder one and I have a brother who is 2 years younger than me. His name is Priyansh.

We lost our mom when he was 3 and I was 5, so dad raised us and he was only mom and dad to me. There are a total 5 characters in the story including me and I will introduce you to the next 2 later.

This story started in our childhood, me and my brother were very close to each other and used to share all our secrets. We were always there for each other and loved each other. We used to discuss adult movies, etc. but never were attracted to each other.

It was back when I was 20 and my brother was 18. He was getting introduced to porn and was also becoming a addict day by day. He was very free with me, so sometimes he showed me some porn. But I wasn’t interested in them.

After a couple of weeks, he was introduced to these incest step-sister videos and always kept on watching them. He sometimes went to the bathroom and that was probably for masturbation.

One day, my brother asked me to watch the video and we both sat and watched the video. I said to him that this whole thing is so unreal and scripted and he agreed. The video wasn’t even attractive to me but the concept and story somehow raised my interest. I started searching about incest and was introduced to a sex story side. I started reading a story of how a brother convinced his sister to help him masturbate and I didn’t believe that at the end of the story, I was wet. This was the first time I got attracted to the incest thing, I continuously used to read incest stories (mostly bro-sis, dad-daughter, mom-son).

During this time, I sometimes had the thought of my brother but as were very close, I knew these would never happen, I once asked my brother.

Me: Have you ever read a sex story?

Priyansh: What’s that even?

Me: Something that you watch in videos but here it is written and you have to read.

Priyansh: Why the fuck will I waste my time reading such things when videos are available?

Me: They are quite good, you must try.

Priyansh: You have read any?

Me: Yes, quite a few.

Priyansh: Suggest me a good one then or narrate to me one. I don’t want to read.

Me: Fine, come sit near to me.

Then I opened my laptop and started searching for incest bro-sis. He looked at me and laughed! I said, “You like step bro sis videos, right? These stories are way better.”

I chose a story that was titled, “Led my innocent sister into my wife” and the story was about a guy who later marries her elder sister.

I started reading the story, like I was narrating that to my brother Priyansh. I could feel myself getting wet and the presence of Priyansh and he listening to the story was somehow making me hot, after the introduction part was over and the sex thing started, I could see a bulge in Priyansh’s pants, he was like spellbound while hearing the story and for real the story was good.

After the story was over, he asked me if this was real or not. I said I don’t know! But it was quite interesting.

And while I turned my face to him, he kissed me on my lips. It was the first time we touched each other in some other way.

I pushed him back and said, “What are you doing?”

Priyansh: Let’s do everything you said in the story now.

Me: What do you mean? This is just a story.

Priyansh: Please, just one time.

I didn’t want to have any sexual relationship with my younger brother but I couldn’t say no, the story had aroused me too. I too want him to be mine.

Me: Ok! Fine. But what to do?

Priyansh: Just kiss and make love.

And as I replied ok, my bro pulled me and started kissing me. I too started. We were sucking each other’s lips and we were enjoying. He placed his hands on my breasts and started pressing them. He was pressing them quite hard and I was enjoying it like anything.

Priyansh: Open your t-shirt.

I did as he said and my sibling started sucking my boobs and I was moaning like anything. He sucked my nipples and I thought, “Why did I miss these things all these years?”

My feet were touching his bulge and I could understand that there was a monster behind it. Out of a sudden, he took his hand, placed it over my shorts, and started rubbing it. As soon as he touched my vagina, a current stream went through me. My brother’s touch gave me more pleasure than all these stories or porn or movies. I couldn’t take it and removed his hand, he looked at me and asked, “What?”

Me: Don’t do this, please.

Priyansh: Shut up.

And he pulled my shorts down. I was completely naked. I was trying to hide my vagina with my hands. I wanted to have sex with him, but lying naked with my legs spread in front of my younger brother made me regret it for once. He removed the shorts and spread my legs, and started licking my cunt. Within seconds, I was in heaven. I pushed my brother’s head towards my vagina and he started licking it like anything.

After he was done, he asked me if I wanted to know how my cunt tasted? I said yes and then he kissed me, and we exchanged saliva!

He asked me to open his pants but I was denying it. But then he opened it and I was lost! I could see a monster, hard and thick.

Priyansh: Touch it, please!

I did the same and started stroking it. After some minutes, I started licking it. I was doing it slowly and this made him restless and he caught hold of me and entered his dick inside my mouth at one go! It was hard for me to take such a big dick at once. My younger brother started fucking my mouth hard and I was in pain and before I could resist, he cummed in my mouth and left me! I was released, I scolded him for doing such a thing because it was painful and was rushing towards the basin to spit the cum out. But he caught my hand and said –

Priyansh: Swallow it, Di!

Me (with cum in mouth): Why?

Priyansh: Please! It is my request!

I didn’t know what to do and as we went so far, I didn’t deny this and swallowed my brother’s cum! It didn’t taste good at all!

Me: Are you happy now? You did everything! Now I will be unable to eat something because of you, you should have asked me to suck you and not do it all of a sudden!

Priyansh: I am sorry! You were teasing me! It won’t happen again.

Me: No, I wasn’t!

Then I was preparing to dress myself and he caught me from my back! I shouted and said, “What?”

Priyansh: The main thing, it’s left!

Before I could say anything more, my brother made me lie in the bed above him and entered his dick! It didn’t enter in the first time. It was very painful for me! He didn’t stop and pushed it inside by stroking 2-3 times and it entered fully!

I was in pain, I lost my virginity to my younger brother! It was paining and I was telling him to stop, but he wasn’t and then he saw me bleeding! So he stopped!

He was worried. We went to the bathroom and cleaned myself! He didn’t look into my eyes as I saw him being out of control twice! I was liking it somehow but the physical pain was not letting me enjoy it!

Priyansh: I am sorry again!

Me: It’s fine. No problem! It isn’t the same as we read in stories and see in videos!

Priyansh: Maybe, what did you like the most today?

Me: When you were licking me!

Priyansh: Can I do it again? Maybe it will help you get some relief!

Me: No. I am fine!

But still, he started caressing me and started kissing my vagina. I was again getting aroused and so I didn’t stop him! He kissed it and then started licking it again!

The pain just vanished and I again started to enjoy the moment. He did lick my vagina calmly and slowly for 10-15 minutes.

Priyansh: Is it still paining?

Me: Nope!

Priyansh: I am sorry! Shouldn’t have done that!

Me: No problem! Come up and kiss me!

He came to kiss me and was above me!

We were kissing and I caught hold of his cute monster and inserted it in my hole! He was shocked but I could see his happiness in his eyes.

Me: Just do it slowly, please!

Then my brother started slowly and I grabbed his waist with my legs! I was enjoying this time.

With time, he increased his pace, and this time, there was no pain! I could enjoy him. I could feel his dick inside me, I could feel him.

I was so happy that whatever I thought was going to be true. I don’t know something happened to me and all of a sudden, I cummed! I never felt like this all my life! I never knew cumming was so relaxing!

I hugged my bro tightly! His dick was full of my cum, he cleaned his dick and said he was hard and needs to cum!

I caught hold of his dick and gave a fast blowjob this time! He cummed within seconds and this time, his cum was all over my face!

Me: Clean them.

Priyansh: Let me bring a cloth.

Me: Clean them with your tongue!

Priyansh: Why would I do that? I won’t lick my own cum.

Me: that’s your punishment for your misbehavior today! Lick it clean and swallow it! If your sister can do it, you also have to!

He licked all the spots and cleaned the cum and then swallowed it. His face was disgusted.

Me: Don’t tell me to do the same next time!

Priyansh: We have a next time?

Me: We have a lifetime!

We had regular intervals of sex from then onward, almost every day! Then my encounters went forward to various other people. If everything goes well, this story will be the first of 5/6 parts of my life that I will share with you!

If you want to know about all of them, I need a lot of comments from you people regarding how you liked the story and what naughty thoughts you have about your siblings!

Hi all, This is Romeo from Delhi. I am a college-going student who satisfies women for fun and money. This is a tale of a friend who narrated it to me. I took the liberty to write it in first person with his permission.

In the sweltering heat of the Indian summer, I, Ronit, found myself in an encounter that would forever change my understanding of carnal pleasure. My partner in this tale of seduction is Sitara, a young woman of great beauty and innocence. She was yet to be tainted by the ways of the world.

Sitara and I had known each other for quite some time as neighbours and friends. However, it was during one of those long, humid afternoons that our relationship evolved into something more intimate.

We found ourselves alone in her home, engaging in light-hearted banter. Then, the conversation took an unexpected turn.

“Ronit,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper, “Have you ever experienced something you thought was forbidden?” Her dark eyes glistened with curiosity, and I felt a stirring in my loins.

“Perhaps,” I replied, my voice equally restrained. “Why do you ask?” Sitara hesitated for a moment, then confessed, “I’ve always been curious about anal pleasure.”

At that moment, a surge of desire pulsed through me. I had never been with a woman who was open to such an act, let alone a virgin to it. I decided then and there that I would introduce Sitara to this forbidden pleasure. But not before properly preparing her.

Leaning in, I gently brushed her cheek with the back of my hand. “Sitara,” I murmured, “you can trust me. I will guide you through this new experience. I promise you pleasure unlike any you’ve ever known.”

She nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation. I began to undress her, savouring each inch of her delicate, caramel-toned skin as it was revealed. My fingers traced the curve of her breast, feeling her nipples harden beneath my touch. She gasped softly.

I took her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, eliciting a low moan from deep within her. My hands continued their descent, sliding down her sides, over the swell of her hips, and coming to rest on the waistband of her salwar kameez.

With a gentle tug, I loosened the fabric, allowing it to pool at her feet. Her body was now bared to me. I took a moment to appreciate her beauty before continuing my exploration. Kneeling before her, I pressed my lips to her navel, then lowered to the soft mound of her moans.

I inhaled her unique scent, a heady mix of musk and jasmine, and felt my cock twitch in response. With a tender touch, I parted her folds, revealing the delicate pink flesh beneath. My tongue darted out, tasting her sweetness, and she trembled at the contact.

I continued to lavish attention on her pussy. I slipped a finger between her ass cheeks, teasing the puckered hole with gentle circular motions. She tensed at first, unsure of what to expect. But soon, she relaxed as I continued to pleasure her.

I parted her cheeks further, allowing my tongue to follow the path my finger had taken. She tasted different here, cleaner, and I savoured the new sensation. Slowly, I inserted the tip of my finger into her ass, feeling her muscles clench around it. I paused, giving her time to adjust.

Then I continued to penetrate her, inch by inch until my finger was fully sheathed within her. I curled it slightly, searching for that elusive spot that would send her spiralling into ecstasy. Sitara’s breathing grew ragged as I found the spot, massaging it with gentle, circular motions.

Her gasps and moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that spurred me on. I added a second finger, stretching her further. She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. As she came down from her climax, I stood, shedding my clothes in haste.

My cock sprang free, hard and aching for release. With Sitara still reeling from her orgasm, I positioned myself behind her. My cock nudged at the entrance to her virgin ass. I took a deep breath, reminding myself to take things slowly. To ensure that her first experience with anal pleasure would be a positive one.

“Relax, Sitara,” I whispered in her ear, my hands caressing her hips. “I’m here with you, and I promise, this will feel incredible.” She nodded, her body quivering with anticipation. I eased the head of my cock into her, feeling the resistance of her tight muscles.

She gasped as I breached her barrier, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing once more. I paused, allowing her to adjust to the intrusion. Then I continued to push deeper, inch by inch until I was fully seated within her.

I remained still for a moment, savouring the sensation of her warm, velvet embrace. Her breath was hot against my neck, her heart pounding in time with my own. I began to move, slowly at first, drawing back until just the tip of my cock remained inside her. Then, I thrust forward once more.

Sitara’s moans grew louder. I established a rhythm, her body moving in time with mine. I slipped a hand between her legs, finding her clit and rubbing it in gentle circles. Her orgasm was built once more. Her inner muscles clenched around my cock, milking it for all it was worth.

With a final thrust, I joined her in a release. My cock pulsed within her as I emptied myself. We stood there, locked together. Our breathing returned to normal, and the last vestiges of pleasure ebbed away. I slipped from her body. I knew that this was a moment that would be etched into my memory forever.

Our exploration of the forbidden had brought us closer together, creating a bond that could not be broken. And we ventured into uncharted territory. But I knew that our shared experience had only served to deepen our connection, both physically and emotionally.

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And so, dear reader, I leave you with this tale of passion and discovery, a story that serves as a reminder that sometimes, the greatest pleasures can be found in the most unexpected places. Embrace the forbidden, dare to explore, and you may find that the journey is its reward.

Ranjit and Navneet Garg were in their third week of lockdown and were feeling increasingly restless. Being cooped up at home with their spouses, Arpita and Ananya Garg, was starting to lose its charm.

The days were blending, and their physical intimacy was suffering as a result. The once passionate and exciting routine had become mundane, and the flame was discreetly dimming.

Ranjit and Navneet were siblings bonded by a deep brotherly love. They were tied in holy matrimony to their beloved wives, Arpita and Ananya. Inseparably intertwined, they had formed an unbreakable bond since childhood.

Confiding in each other and sharing every joy and sorrow. Residing in the same household, these brothers had been companions in every aspect of life. As they were confined to their homes, the men yearned for passion and adventure in their mundane routine with their spouses.

While enjoying a glass of whiskey on their terrace one evening, they deliberated on how their intimate moments had dwindled during the lockdown. They both grew weary of the prolonged lockdown.

Ranjit took a sip from his glass and expressed, ‘Bro, I can’t bear it any longer. I yearn for the romance and adventure of discovering new things.’ In total understanding, Navneet nodded.

He replied, ‘I feel you, brother. Being confined in the same four walls with the same individual every single day has lost its charm and become tedious.”

Navneet exclaimed with a twinkle in his eye, ‘I have a romantic idea, but only if you won’t get mad.’ Ranjit pondered for a moment before agreeing, urging Navneet to continue. ‘My dear brother, let’s spice things up during this lockdown.

What if we were to swap wives and indulge in a new adventure until the lockdown is lifted? Ranjit’s gaze widened as he stopped in his tracks, pondering for a moment before responding,

‘The concept isn’t terrible, but will our wives be open to our romantic ventures?’ Navneet interjected, ‘Yes, but we can give it a shot. If we offer something in return for our wishes, I believe they will be more likely to accept. Let’s offer any jewellery things, then maybe they will accept this.’

They knew their wives would never agree to such a thing, but they couldn’t stop thinking about it. Finally, they decided to talk to their wives and see if they could convince them.

Arpita and Ananya were initially taken aback when their husbands brought up the idea. They couldn’t believe what they were hearing and were completely against it. They were loyal and devoted to their husbands. Swapping partners was something they would never entertain.

But Ranjeet and Navneet were persistent, and they started to lay out their arguments. They explained to their wives that this was just a temporary arrangement until the lockdown was lifted. Then, they could resume their normal lives.

They promised that there would be no emotional attachment involved and it was purely a physical arrangement to spice things up in their relationships. The wives were hesitant, but the thought of breaking the monotony of their daily lives was alluring.

Ranjeet and Navneet also assured their wives that they would take full responsibility for their actions and there would be no repercussions. And then offered them that they -would buy the jewels of their choice.

After much discussion and persuasion, Arpita and Ananya reluctantly agreed to the idea. Arpita was a gorgeous and classy woman aged 35 with a figure 34-26-34 and a perfect white complexion. On the other hand, Ananya is still a young lad in her 30’s, 30-26-30.

After persuasion and convincing, the brothers finally managed to convince their wives. And now, as they stood in their bedroom, wives dressed in each other’s lingerie. The air was electric with anticipation and sexual tension.

Ranjeet couldn’t take his eyes off Navneet’s wife, who looked even more alluring in his wife’s revealing outfit. And Navneet couldn’t help but admire the curves of Ranjeet’s wife, which were accentuated in her sheer lingerie.

As they indulged in a passionate kiss, their hands roamed all over each other’s bodies, exploring every inch with a newfound curiosity. Ranjeet’s wife moaned as Navneet’s hands caressed her breasts.

Navneet couldn’t believe the softness and smoothness of Ranjeet’s wife’s skin under his touch. The wives, too, were enjoying this new experience, feeling a different kind of pleasure from their husbands’ touch.

The brothers had always been competitive. So, as they exchanged wives, they wanted to prove who could pleasure the other’s wife better. Ranjeet’s lips trailed down Navneet’s wife’s neck. She arched her back in pleasure.

Meanwhile, Navneet’s wife couldn’t control her moans. Ranjeet’s fingers expertly played with her sensitive spots. The brothers were determined to give their wives an unforgettable experience.

With each touch, kiss, and caress, the pleasure intensified, and the moans grew louder. The room was filled with the sounds of their passionate lovemaking, creating an erotic symphony.

In this moment, the boundaries of marriage and traditional values were blurred. The only thing that mattered was the pleasure they were giving and receiving. Their bodies intertwined, sweat glistening on their skin as the room filled with the sounds of their moans and heavy breathing.

They were lost in the moment, consumed by desire and hunger for each other. Ranjeet and Navneet each took turns pleasuring the other’s wife, determined to outdo each other in every way. Navneet’s wife took Ranjeet in her mouth. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy, unable to believe the pleasure she was giving him.

Meanwhile, Ranjeet had his face buried in Navneet’s wife’s sweet spot, teasing and exploring with his tongue, making her tremble with pleasure. The room was filled with the scent of sex and passion. The brothers and their wives lost themselves in the heat of the moment.

They were breaking all the rules, giving in to their deepest desires, and pushing each other to new heights of pleasure. Their bodies became one, moving in perfect harmony, lost in a sea of passion and ecstasy. The wives had never felt so desired, and the brothers were determined to make them feel that way.

As they reached the peak of pleasure, their bodies trembled, and their moans were louder than ever. Navneet showed no signs of stopping. He ravished her with the passion of a wild animal. Meanwhile, Arpita’s cries of pain echoed through the room as he mercilessly pounded his sister-in-law.

The massive, rod-like dick of Ranjeet tore Ananya’s delicate flesh. The brothers showed no mercy in their brutal domination of each other’s wives. The two brothers passionately made love for over an hour. They both climaxed on each other’s wife’s faces, exchanging their intimate fluids.

They knew that this experience would forever hold a special place in their hearts. And they would always remember this night as the one where they experienced the ultimate satisfaction with the ones they loved most.

After nearly three months of being confined to lockdown, the couples were finally able to break free. They relished every moment together, not just by exchanging partners but also by engaging in romantic and intimate sex games that revitalized their sex lives.

As a result, the bond between all four individuals grew stronger than ever before. Their passionate lovemaking persisted, and a year later, Arpita joyously brought a baby boy into the world, followed closely by Ananaya giving birth to a beautiful baby girl.

After another year had passed, both women made the mutual decision to conceive with their swapped husbands. Through a mutual understanding, their husbands accepted their choices. Shortly after, both women became pregnant.

Arpita delivered a beautiful baby girl, and Ananya gave birth to a precious baby boy. They both expressed their love passionately, indulging in intimate encounters with whichever of the two was present at the time.

In time, when they shared this tale with their children, they would forever recall it as a moment brimming with new. Exhilarating experiences were shared with the ones who held their hearts.

Smiling, they would relish in the thought that they had discovered a way to keep the spark alive in their love for many years to come.

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It was December 31, 2023. The Eve of New Year!

Rimi was lying naked on the bed after we had some good sex in the afternoon. Her best friend and 2 more friends were supposed to meet us. We were going out for a small trip for the new year.

I told her about the new young guys from her neighbourhood. They moved in recently and would be good to tame and fuck. She wasn’t interested as they were new and would be a little risky.

Then I told her about her childhood friend. She immediately said she wasn’t interested anymore as he got married recently. His wife would miss out on the sex with him. I told her he will fuck you if he gets the opportunity again.

Rimi – He is happy with his new wife.

Me – You don’t know, guys.

Rimi – I know you are all horny.

I hatched a little plan. I called her childhood friend to come to her house to help with her packing. Rimi was not aware of her best friend coming over.

Almost thirty minutes later, her best friend arrived. It was a two-storey house. Rimi was on the top floor in her room. I came down to open the front gate. As planned, I informed her I was going to a mall nearby to pick up some items. It will take some time.

He went upstairs to Rimi’s room to help her with the packing. I locked the gate from outside and left. He entered her room and was stunned while standing at the entrance for a few minutes. He was watching in awe as Rimi was lying on the bed full naked.

He slowly tiptoed up to her and was ogling at her while touching himself over the pants. He was taking in the view and was most probably thinking about what to do next. To take advantage or not of the present situation. I guess his manly instinct took over, and he decided to go for the game.

He locked the door of the room from inside without making any noise to wake up Rimi. Then he took off his clothes and went back to the bed. His right hand was playing with his dick. He was watching her body with excitement and drooling at the opportunity.

Rimi was resting, lying on the bed, not aware of her friend lusting over her body like a wolf. He was in a horny and lustful trance, and his dick was hard and ready. He immediately pounced on her and started licking her tits while his dick hit her pussy.

Rimi thought it was me and pressed his head on her boobs, encouraging him to suck her delicious big melons. He went wild, sucking and biting her boobs. She started moaning a little, held his head tightly, and pulled on the hair.

He couldn’t control himself and entered her love hole while feasting on her boobs. Rimi gave out a sudden loud moan and opened her eyes. She fell from the sky, noticing it was her childhood friend who was fucking her and wildly sucking her boobs.

Rimi – WTF are you doing? Ahhh stop.

Her friend didn’t bother to reply and continued to feast on her boobs while fucking her. Rimi tried to push him off her, but she couldn’t. Though he was a small guy of only 5’5″, and Rimi was taller than him. Yet he seemed possessed by her nude body and kept her pinned down on the bed.

Rimi – Stop, yaar, think about your wife!

He pulled his face out of her boobs and looked at her. Rimi was looking at him and still trying to push him off. He kept fucking her.

Rimi – What the hell are you doing?

While keeping eye contact with her, he took out his tongue and licked her nipple. Rimi looked at what he did and gave a hard pat on his head. He again licked her nipple, and she couldn’t control it. He put the whole nipple in his mouth and started sucking.

While grabbing her other boob and squeezing it hard. She couldn’t control getting fucked, and her boobs sucked simultaneously. She started giving out slow moans. Her resistance was getting weaker. He understood that her weakness was the nipples and boobs.

So he started playing with both and sucking them one by one alternatively. Rimi grabbed his head and started moaning now, unable to control anymore or resist. She closed her eyes, grabbed his head and started moving her hips to his thrusting.

Rimi – Ah, fuck!

Friend – Yes fucking you.

Rimi – Shut up!

Friend – You are wet now.

Rimi didn’t say anything. Her friend kept fucking her and finally was satisfied with his achievement. He pulled out and decided to spray all over her belly.

Rimi – Get out now!

Her friend ignored her threats and turned her around. Slapped her ass and started licking it. He licked her ass, bit on it and kept mauling them. Then he went directly towards her asshole and put his tongue, and gave a long slow lick.

Rimi got goosebumps. She arched her head backwards and let out a soft moan.
Seeing her reaction, he licked her ass for some time, and she started getting hot. He played with her pussy and kept licking her ass until she became wet again.

Then he picked her up and took her in front of the dressing mirror. He entered her from behind and gave hard thrusts. He was observing her boobs sway and hair dance while he fucked her in front of the mirror. He made her watch how she looked while he fucked her, that made her horny.

He licked her ears and bit her neck while her hands grabbed her boobs from behind. Rimi was watching in the mirror as her friend fucked her and enjoyed her body.

Rimi – Done?

He gave a few hard shots and cum all over her ass.

Rimi turned around towards him and slapped him.

Rimi – Don’t forget you have a wife now.

Her friend wanted to respond by grabbing her waist, pulling her near, and immediately kissing her lips. His other hand made its way to her pussy. And a couple of his fingers entered her wet heavenly hole.

Rimi couldn’t push him away as he sucked her lips and fingered her.
She moaned in his mouth. He enjoyed her lips and went down to suck her melons. Rimi closed her eyes, moaning and taking long breaths.

She cum all over his fingers and fell on the floor. He saw the perfect opportunity and grabbed her head, and pushed his cock in her mouth. Rimi couldn’t catch her breath properly. And now her mouth was filled by her friend’s hard dick.

He fucked her mouth for a few minutes and made her lie down on the floor. She was finally trying to catch her breath. He pushed his hard dick into her pussy again and started fucking her. This time he was fucking her hard as he had cummed a couple of times.

Rimi held onto him and let his dick explore her wet pussy. After all the continuous fucking and sucking, her body became sensitive. She moaned loudly now.

Friend – Finally, enjoying my dick like old times.

Rimi couldn’t say anything as she was getting fucked. She held him tightly while her pussy squeezed onto his dick. After being fucked for another 15 minutes. Rimi let out a loud moan and cum.

He pulled out his dick and cum in her mouth. Rimi lay on the floor with cum on her mouth and face. Her boobs go up and down, trying to catch her breath. Her friend is lying next to her on the floor. Both exhausted.

Friend – Best sex!

Rimi – Shut up

Her friend came and got on top of her and started sucking on her boobs. He sucked both boobs for another few minutes.

Rimi – Stop. I need to finish packing.

Her friend bit her boobs and finally got off her, letting her go. Rimi went to shower to get fresh, and her friend got dressed. I came back later and saw Rimi looking at me with pure anger. I was sure her friend did well seeing her reaction.

We had completed the packing and reached the rail station. Our new year tour of four days is about to begin. Stay tuned for the next part.

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This is my first story. I want to share a true incident that happened in my life. Kindly support my story if you like it.

I remember the heat of that summer day like it was yesterday. A girl with long dark hair that flowed down my back like silk and doe-like eyes, as my friends used to say. An innocence surrounded me, akin to the scent of fresh jasmine.

My hostel roommates decided to embark on a weekend getaway. We joyfully entered our second year of college, liberated from the constraints that bound us in our freshman year.

Our senior, Meera, amused us with tales of her weekend escapades at the resort, painting a vivid picture of relaxation. They convinced me to join the trip. But booking a resort was expensive. We reached out to Meera, who secured discounts for us.

We received funds from home under false pretences, using reasons we typically give. We booked a double cot room for the weekend and arrived Saturday morning. After breakfast, we planned to head to the pool to relax and unwind.

One of our friends insisted on buying swimwear at a discounted price and gathered the funds. I was surprised to find out how the dress would be. I was shocked when I saw it.

I had never worn such a dress—a short-sleeve, transparent, netted cover-up dress that reached knee-length and a bikini set with a tie loop. I said to them, “I’m not comfortable wearing something so revealing. I don’t think I can wear this.”

But they forced me to wear it. Standing in front of the mirror, my hands trembled as I smoothed down the fabric, trying to quell the unease in my chest. After moving to the pool, I started feeling uncomfortable. I noticed the guys were also there, albeit in a different area.

My discomfort grew. After getting down to the pool, my dress seemed to cling to my skin, revealing more than I intended, making me uneasy. I saw a guy strolling toward the pool, engrossed in his phone. He was tall and muscular, with a charm that was impossible to ignore.

After some enjoyment, we emerged from the pool and returned to our room. We quickly showered and continued enjoying ourselves with our plan. Then, we returned to our room after lunch. Then, I realized I had left my phone in the resort lobby.

I then strolled out to get it. When I moved towards the lobby, I saw the same guy approaching me. He held my phone tightly and closed the distance with a smile adorning his face. A wave of unease washed over me. He approached me and whispered, “You looked incredibly sexy in that swimsuit.”

Sending a shiver down my spine. I snatched my phone from that guy and swiftly moved to the lift. He followed closely behind. Nerves tingled through me. He glanced up at me as we stood in the lift and spoke low and intimate as the lift door closed. “I’m staying on the same floor.”

He moved closer, introducing himself as Vikram. He gently blew on my face. I closed my eyes and felt his lips tenderly meeting mine. I was shocked and pushed him aside. As the lift door opened, I moved out and ran to my room. I didn’t say anything to my friend.

But something made me rethink his actions. I started to feel his lips on me again. The night enveloped the resort in a cloak of darkness. We changed our dress to nightwear and slept soon. I was startled awake from my sleep as I saw him kissing me.

After that, my sleep vanished, and I couldn’t drift off again. Meanwhile, my friend remained deeply asleep. I slipped out of the room and was on the floor balcony, watching out the window. Suddenly, a voice broke through the silence. “Couldn’t sleep?”

I turned to see Vikram standing behind me, his eyes twinkling with warmth. He checked me out. I wore a cami-neck top reaching full length to the knees and three-fourth-length pants.

“Beautiful night,” he remarked.

I nodded, offering a shy smile in response. I couldn’t shake the feeling of apprehension that lingered within me. He took a step closer, his gaze unwavering.

“I know we’re strangers,” he began, his voice low and sincere, “but sometimes, the most beautiful connections are formed in the most unexpected places.”

Without a word, he took my hand, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through me. “There’s something truly mesmerizing about beauty, isn’t there?” his voice smooth like honey.

I knew he wanted something, but I wasn’t sure what. I raised an eyebrow, unsure where he was going with this. His lips curled into a knowing smile. “You looked absolutely stunning,”

He continued, his voice low and husky. “The way the sunlight played off your skin, the breeze tousled your hair. It was like something out of a dream.” I swallowed hard, feeling a strange fluttering in my stomach. “You… you,” I stammered, unable to tear my gaze away from him.

“I couldn’t help but notice how captivating you look in that dress,” he continued. “It’s just the way it delicately drapes over you, revealing glimpses of your beauty while leaving so much to the imagination,”

He stepped closer. “Perhaps it’s not just words but my genuine admiration for you. Would you be open to sharing a conversation with me? I’d love to know the person behind the beautiful face.”

With each word he uttered, I found myself drawn further into the orbit of his magnetic charm, unable to resist the pull. He gently placed the finger of his other hand on my lips. I felt a rush of warmth flood. As I tried to push him away, his grip tightened, asserting his control over my movements.

I felt a surge of panic rise within me as he pushed me backwards, pinning me against the wall. His strength was overwhelming despite my struggles, and I could not break free from his grasp. My heart pounded with fear and uncertainty. I searched his eyes for any sign of remorse or hesitation.

But instead, I saw only a determined intensity, a hunger that sent a shiver down my spine. Desperation clawed at my senses as I continued to resist. Still, his light and teasing touch against my neck sent a jolt of conflicting emotions coursing through my veins.

With a heavy sigh, I closed my eyes and felt nothing. I thought he would kiss me again. When I opened my eyes, he smiled at me and said. “I want to lose myself in your eyes, to feel the warmth of your body pressed against mine.” My mind danced with the idea of an intimate encounter, but fear held me back.

He pulled me closer, huskily whispering, “Let us explore the depths of our love, weaving our souls together in a tapestry of desire. Let us declare our love for each other with every touch and kiss.”

His smile was gentle yet unwavering as he brushed a stray lock of hair from my face. “Trust me. I’ll keep you safe, and It will remain between us.” With a hesitant breath, his assurances clashed with my swirling doubts. Yet, as our eyes met, a silent agreement formed.

With uncertainty in my heart, I nodded, accepting. As I entered his luxurious suite, the air was thick with anticipation. The soft glow of room light cast shadows that whispered secrets of forbidden pleasures. The suite boasted a couch and a king-size bed, surrounded by walls painted in a rich golden hue.

His eyes met mine, his gaze smouldering with desire. He motioned for me to sit beside him on the plush couch. I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks as I complied, my heart pounding. As he poured each of us a glass of wine, the rich aroma filled the air, and he handed me my drink.

Hesitating, I said, “I won’t drink.”

“He said it’s non-alcoholic,” he continued and said he doesn’t like alcohol.

As we sipped our wine, his hand found its way to mine, his touch sending sparks of arousal coursing through my body. He touched my shoulder and trailed his fingers down to my wrist. I felt myself leaning closer to him, drawn in by the magnetic pull of his presence.

I delicately set down my wine glass, feeling the weight of his gaze upon me. With a gentle grace, he mirrored my action, his eyes never leaving mine. Slowly, he leaned in, tilting his head towards me as if drawn by an invisible force, his intention clear in the tender curve of his lips.

And then, in one swift motion, his lips pressed gently against mine, a tender pressure conveying longing and restraint. His kiss lingered for a fleeting moment, leaving me yearning for more.

Then, he leaned in once more, his tongue teasing the seam of my lips with a delicate touch. A shiver ran down my spine, and I parted my lips, inviting him in. Slowly, he introduced his tongue, a tantalizing dance of exploration that sent sparks flying within me.

Our tongues met in a sensual embrace, moving in a languid rhythm as we savoured the exquisite sensation of each other’s taste. After a few stolen moments of bliss, he reluctantly pulled away. Breathless and wanting, I leaned in slightly, my eyes pleading as I asked, “What happened?”

His gaze softened, and a tender smile played at the corners of his lips. “Patience, my dear,” he whispered, his voice a gentle caress. With fierce determination, I cupped the sides of his face, drawing him irresistibly closer to me. As our lips met again, electricity coursed through my veins.

With a daring move, I parted my lips and pressed them hungrily against his. I was exploring the depths of his mouth with an urgency born of desire.

Our tongues intertwined in a passionate dance, each movement a symphony of longing and need. I tilted my head to deepen the kiss, completely lost in the sensation of our connection. It was like we were two puzzle pieces, fitting together perfectly in a whirlwind of emotion and desire.

As our embrace intensified, I ran my fingers through his hair, savouring the silky texture beneath my touch. His touch grew bolder as he slid his hand beneath the fabric of my top, his fingers tracing a path of fiery anticipation along the curve of my waist.

As his fingers danced along the curve of my spine, I felt a wave of anticipation wash over me, and I ached for the connection that awaited us. After a few intense minutes of exploration, our lips parted with a soft sigh.

Our breaths mingled in the air, a tangible reminder of our shared passion. As we gazed into each other’s eyes, a silent understanding passed between us, a promise of more. He remarked softly, “Just kissing isn’t right, you know.”

I met his gaze, a flicker of understanding passing between us. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the drumming of my heart. He rose from the couch, his fingers entwined with mine, drawing me into the intimate sanctuary, the bed. His gaze trailed over me, a silent inquiry in his eyes.

His voice was low and husky. “Can I assist you?” he asked, his words a gentle breeze stirring the air. Uncertain, I hesitated before responding, “Help with what?” His gaze drifted to my dress. As the realization dawned upon me, with a gentle sigh, I allowed my top to slip from my shoulders to the ground.

Fingers trembling slightly, I untied the delicate thread of my pants and let them slide to the floor. It was the first time I stood naked in front of a man. My heart racing with a mix of excitement and vulnerability. As my eyes met him, I saw him bared in his entirety for the first time in reality.

I traced my fingertips lightly along the contours of his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my touch. Exploring the warmth of his skin. As he stepped towards me, he enveloped me in a warm embrace, igniting a sensation I had never known before.

As his fingers trailed gently down my back, a rush of heat flooded my senses, sending goosebumps prickling across my skin. Each feather-light touch ignited a wave of anticipation, stirring a hunger deep within me. With a shuddering breath, I leaned into his touch, craving more of his caress.

With each caress, I felt a more profound connection forming between us, a silent language of desire spoken through touch. Exploring the contours of his back, I marvelled at the strength and tenderness I found there. Each ridge and muscle is a testament to his passion and intensity.

He gently lifted me onto the bed, his eyes locked with mine as he leaned over me. With tender fingertips, he embarked on a journey of exploration, tracing the path from my forehead down to my hips. Each touch ignited a symphony of sensations, sending ripples of pleasure cascading through every nerve ending.

As his hands wandered, they uncovered hidden realms of desire, mapping the contours of my body with precision. With a gentle caress, he traced the curve of my jaw. Moving lower, his fingers danced along the curve of my neck, eliciting a soft sigh of satisfaction from deep within me.

His touch ventured lower still, tracing my boobs. I arched into his embrace, my breath catching in my throat. He tenderly cupped my boobs in his hands, a gesture both intimate and reverent. His lips met my boobs. Each kiss was a declaration of desire, igniting a flame that burned fiercely between us.

His tongue moved with practised grace, teasing and tantalizing as if he were dancing upon my skin in a passionate tango. His fingers moved with purpose, teasing and tantalizing until I felt I might unravel beneath his touch. His hands finally found their way to the curve of my hips.

I surrendered completely, lost in the exquisite pleasure of his touch. Lost in the moment, I savoured his every touch, my skin tingling with anticipation and desire, craving more of his intoxicating warmth. He hinted at exploring his body, and as he descended, I eagerly traced the contours of his skin.

My fingers danced across his skin, tracing the intricate shapes of his form, feeling the smoothness contrasted with the gentle ridges of his gears. Suddenly, he interrupted my concentration with a gentle request, his voice a soft caress against my senses. “Taste it?”

“Move it up and down,” he directed, his tone laced with playful anticipation. With a mischievous grin, I complied, my fingers moving with deliberate intent. Each deliberate lick was a revelation, sending waves of sensation coursing through me.

With each teasing flick of my tongue, I revelled in the power of my desires. Then, with a gentle tug, he pulled my hand, leading me to lie in bed. He pulled my legs together, drawing me closer until I was nestled between his legs. I settled into the space between his knees.

I could feel his presence enveloping me, his body kneeling before me. His hands on my hips guided me gently, urging me closer until our bodies aligned perfectly. With his face close to mine, I could see the intensity in his eyes, a silent invitation to lose myself in the moment’s passion.

As he inserted his gears into mine, I felt a combination of hardness and pain, a sharp contrast to the softness and warmth of our embrace. It was my first time. Despite the excitement coursing through me, there was an undeniable twinge of discomfort.

As he began to move, the intensity grew, each thrust becoming faster and harder, driving deeper into the depths of my desire. The sensation was overwhelming, almost too much to bear. I found myself gasping for breath, my body trembling with a mix of pleasure and apprehension.

He sensed my hesitation, his movements slowing to a gentle pace as he looked into my eyes, searching for reassurance. “I can slow down,” he offered softly, his voice a soothing melody amid my swirling emotions. I nodded, a sigh of relief escaping my lips. “Yes, please, slowly.”

And just like that, his movements became slow and deliberate, allowing me to adjust to the new sensations at my own pace. With each gentle thrust, my body responded, a symphony of pleasure and desire building within me until I was lost in the rhythm of our connection.

Unable to contain the ecstasy, I closed my eyes, a soft moan escaping my lips as I bit down gently, trying to anchor myself in the moment. I yearned for a deeper connection, a more intense experience that would consume me entirely and leave me utterly lost in the throes of ecstasy.

He slowly increased speed after a few moments, his movements becoming more intense, more urgent. My body trembled on the bed under the force of his passion. Each thrust sent shockwaves of sensation through me. Seeing my urge, he playfully slowed down, teasingly reminding me, “You asked for slower.”

But I couldn’t hide my desire for something more intense.

“I want harder now,” I insisted, my voice husky with longing.

He met my gaze. “You want it harder?” and did at a slow pace.

“Come on,” I insisted, my tone more urgent, “I need it harder.”

“You want harder?” his voice low and husky with desire.

“Mmm, yes,” I manage to gasp out.

As the intensity grew, I found myself caught between pleasure and pain, the line between the two blurring with each passing moment. I couldn’t help but let out the loudest moans of pleasure.

As I let out the loudest moans of pleasure, each stroke sending waves of ecstasy crashing through me, I found myself clinging to him, my nails digging into his chest in a silent plea for more.

“Don’t stop, please.”

His voice filled with longing. “I want to feel you.”

My moans grew louder as intensity grew more, driving me to the edge of ecstasy.

“More… please.” “Yes, please… harder.”

With each thrust, he pushed harder, driving more profoundly. I found myself surrendering entirely to the pleasure lost in the intoxicating bliss of our union. Suddenly, he withdrew, leaving me breathless and craving more. A surge of liquid warmth cascaded over my body.

Some of it fell on my face. As I lay there, my senses heightened and my body aflame with desire. I couldn’t help but yearn for his touch once more. He then lay by my side, his body close to mine. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his chest, pulling him even nearer.

With his head nestled against my shoulder, I could feel the steady rhythm of his breath. He then asked, his voice a soft caress against my ear, “Did you like it?”

With a contented sigh, I let my fingers trace lazy circles on his chest before meeting his gaze with a smile. “I cherished every moment.”

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Hi guys, this is Rakesh. This is my first story here. I am 5 ft 8 in height and have a decently fit body. Right now, I am 29 years old. Girls may not be attracted to me right away but once they know me a little bit, they tend to get along with me nicely.

I have been a big fan of this site and decided to share my stories here. I was fortunate to have multiple experiences since my teenage. In this series of stories, I would like to share all these experiences with you, but let me start with my latest one. The one that happened on New Year’s Eve of 2024.

Let me start with how I met the Angel I got to fuck on New Year’s Eve. I use Instagram a lot. In November of 2023, I was randomly scrolling through Instagram and found a girl. I recalled her immediately from LinkedIn. She has quite good followers on LinkedIn but she seems to have started her Instagram account recently and the number of followers is not very high.

On LinkedIn, she used to post some content on hiring and stuff. Educated girls generally turn me on very easily and with this girl, it was instant. She was of short height with a bubbly body composition. She was just 5 feet in height. She must be around 22-23 years old with fair skin. She had good-sized boobs and her tights were a sight to watch.

I scrolled through her posts and noticed that they were getting bolder day by day. Posting some laptop pictures to now posting her pictures in one-piece dresses and her gym videos.

I noticed that the gym that she went to seemed very familiar from her pictures. Bang! It is the same gym I go to. I noted the timings of her posts and thought to try my luck. She came to the gym at around 7 am and I started going to the gym around the same time.

On day one, she seemed to skip the gym but I saw her on day two and since it was getting late for my work, I didn’t interact with her on day two. On day three, I was prepared.

I arrived five minutes before her. As soon as she came, she set up her camera at the edge and started with a warm-up. I went close to her. She was more beautiful outside. Her curves in the gym dress were clearly visible. Her big boobs were a feast to watch. I loved her ass. I just couldn’t stop imagining my dick in her ass! My boy already started getting hard.

I went to her, introduced myself and said to her that I was a big fan and all. She was thrilled to meet a fan in real for the first time. Over the days, we met daily and talked about each other. I helped her take Instagram videos and that was how we got closer. From the day, I started taking her videos and she started getting more views and was overjoyed.

We met in the evenings and went to dinner together on multiple occasions. She wore shorts for our dinners generally. She caught me staring at her boobs on multiple occasions but she didn’t give any signal.

I tried multiple times to get closer to her, but she seemed not interested. But I was sure she knew of my intention to bang her. I often masturbated thinking about this hot Instagram girl in her washroom. Hey, I didn’t tell you her name yet. She was ‘Sati’.

The day finally came when I would fuck this Angel. It was 30th December and we shot some videos to be posted on 31st and 1st and scheduled them. She got tired and sat down on her couch. I stood near her but a little away. I opened Instagram and was about to search her name “Sa..” Just then, I got my eye on another account of a girl called ‘Siya’. I opened it. Man, she was beautiful!! She was the complete opposite of Sati. She was tall and thin and her boobs were quite perfect in shape. I was going through a recent reel where she showed her dress by removing her jacket. I could see her nipple mark on the dress. I moved the screen closer to my eyes and started rewatching the video.

Just then, I observed a small shake on the couch and looked towards Sati. She was not there; I turned around to see where she was. She was looking into my phone from behind! I immediately hid the phone.

She came in front of me and gave me a weird look.

She said, “You pervert, sitting on my couch you are looking at some other girl?!”

I was shocked to hear those words from her. I tried to explain, but before I could say anything, she said, “I know what you were looking at – nipples. Weren’t you?”

I was speechless.

She continued, “I know why you followed me – to get into my pants. It is true, right?”

I knew it was the truth, so I didn’t say a word.

She said, “Why wait then? Duck me you idiot and make my new year the best one.”

I immediately understood I was going to have one of the best sex of my life – angry sex!

The Insta girl then came towards me in a rush and kissed me. The kiss was straight a mouth-to-mouth lock! We continued playing with each other’s tongues before we let go and looked into each other’s eyes. We then kissed again, sucked each other’s tongues and lips. She then broke the kiss, sat on my lap, took my hand, and placed it on her neck. She opened my mouth with the other hand and spat in it. She said, “You sucker, now take this.”

I was aroused, I didn’t expect this from her.

I proceeded to remove her t-shirt and then pushed her onto the couch and removed her pants. I didn’t want to waste any time. The first thing I wanted was to enter her. By the way, she was a virgin. I knew that from our conversations.

I removed her panties too. She was clean-shaven. Such a beautiful pussy. I leaned and planted a kiss on it.

She said, “You fucker; fuck me first and then you can lick and suck.”

I understood, she too wanted me to enter her first. So I removed my dress and stood naked in front of her. She still had the bra on. She pulled me onto her and held my dick. It was super hard already and with that, it grew to its maximum hardness.

She immediately tried to insert my dick into her pussy. I said, “Hey, do you have a condom?”

She said, “I want it raw.”

This was beyond what I had imagined. I took control of my dick from her, positioned it at the entrance of her pussy, and gave a little push. It didn’t enter that easily but after three to four pushes, it entered my Sati’s pussy. I tried to enter slowly but her rush made me do it fast. She was feeling the pain but I continued. After a minute or so, my dick was fully inside her and I started the strokes. I kissed her armpits which sent a shiver in her body.

I kissed her lips and then started our signature tongue play. We were smelling of saliva but we both enjoyed it. I tried to remove her bra but she said, “No. You can’t have my boobs, you dumbass.”

I didn’t understand but I continued to stroke her for some time. Her pussy juices started to leak and she came before I could. After 5 minutes of good stroking, I was about to cum. I asked the angry Insta girl where to cum and she said, “Give it to my dried-up pussy.”

I came inside her fully. It was such a memorable release; I will always remember it.

I gave her another kiss on the armpits and her neck. I laid down on her and we were in the position for around 10 minutes.

Then she got up and came down on me. She started teasing me for a blowjob by kissing me on my tights. She took my balls into her mouth and gave them a good kiss. She then licked the length of my dick with her tongue. It immediately responded and started to get hard.

She took my entire dick in her mouth and started to stroke it with her mouth. She gave one of the best blowjobs I ever had.

After around ten minutes, I was about to cum. I told her the same and she said she wanted them all. I leaked my cum. She took some in her mouth and the rest on her neck.

It was a sight to watch as my cum moved down her neck into her bra. We had two more sessions in the span of the next four hours and we both were tired. We didn’t try any other position apart from the standard fuck style – me on her.

Sati slept for quite a while and when she woke up, I tried to unbuckle her bra again. But she said, “No. You liked the nipples of that Instagram girl, right? What was her name?”

I was shocked that she still remembered it. I replied, “Siya.”

She said, “Siya is my ex-roommate! I want you to suck my boobs only after you accept that my boobs are the best!”

I didn’t expect these kinds of words from Sati. I said, “You have the perfect boobs.”

She said, “Not now; tell me once you see Siya’s boobs first.”

I said, “But I haven’t seen your boobs yet and how will get to see to see Siya’s boobs?!”

She got up from the bed, put on her towel and walked toward the washroom. Before closing the door, she said, “You are a fucker but you are one lucky bastard. You will get to see both at once. That will be your New Year gift!”

***

I will continue what happened on the 31st night in the next part. I hope you liked the first part. Ignore any mistakes from this immature writer.

Hey everyone, I am Diganth, 27 years old from Bengaluru. I am an average-built guy with a good size dick that can satisfy any girl. Firstly, I thank all the readers who read and enjoyed my previous stories. To the readers who haven’t read it, please do read it.

I am grateful for all the responses I have received. I will keep posting my real sex experiences. And this is one of them. This story is also a real one that took place a few months back. In this story, I had sex with one of my readers, her name is Sneha.

Sneha was 26 years old 5’8” in height and working in an IT company. She is fair in color and has stats are 34b-26-32. She was a regular reader of ISS stories and was residing in Bengaluru.

Sneha has a beautiful body structure and sexy thighs that could tempt all men crazy. She comes from a rich traditional family but usually wears modern clothes most of the time. She has the right amount of carbs in the right places. So, when she wears traditional clothes, her curvy shape can be seen. But she fit enough as she works out regularly at the gym.

After reading some of my stories, Sneha pinged me on hangouts

Sneha: Hi.

(At first, I thought it was some fake ID used by some guy with a girl’s name.)

Me: Hey.

Sneha: I am sorry I texted you by mistake.

Me: Oh, ok. Never mind.

Sneha: Were your stories real?

Me: Yep.

Then Sneha didn’t text for 2 days and after 2 days, Sneha texted me in the evening.

Sneha: Hi.

Me: Hey, are you again texting me by mistake?

Sneha: No, it’s not by mistake.

Me: Ok. Then?

Sneha: Where are you from? What’s your real age?

Me: 27 and from Bengaluru.

Then I asked her the same question.

(Sneha replied to me back as mentioned in her above introduction.)

Sneha: I like the way you explain the story in exact detail. And I wanted to text you back long ago only, but didn’t dare to text. And I have read all your stories and keep on repeating them when I get bored.

Me: That’s sweet of you to read my stories again and again. You could have texted me back long ago. I am not a monster!

Sneha: But your one part is ‘Monster’ mentioned by girls (in stories) you have fucked.

Me: Haha, thank you. But it was due to their experience they mentioned me as a monster (I sent an emoji attached to it).

Sneha: Just kidding (and sent an emoji).

Me: Are you a girl or a boy? (I had a doubt)

Sneha: Girl, why?

I explained to her some boys texted us with fake IDs and asked her not to mistake me.

Sneha: Ok.

Then it became a daily routine for both of us to chat for a few hours. And we both used to wish each other every morning and evening. We used to chat about some daily stuff and activities.

One day, all of a sudden Sneha asked me if we could meet at a mall or someplace this weekend. I agreed and asked her how could we identify each other as we hadn’t seen each other. So, I asked her if she was comfortable and if we could exchange our pics. Sneha didn’t reply for a few hours, so I texted her –

Me: Sorry, never mind. Let’s meet as you wish. Send me the location.

But after a few hours, she pinged me with her photo, the location of the place to meet, and the time. Sneha replied she was busy and had asked for my mobile number. I was excited by looking at her pic and hadn’t texted my number. After a few minutes, Sneha texted me her number. Then I sent my pic with my number. I saved her contact in my cell and opened her profile on WhatsApp. In her WhatsApp DP, Sneha was looking very hot wearing a red crop top and blue jeans with a black belt on it. And it was a mirror selfie (the pics she had sent me earlier were traditional saree photos).

And in both the pics, her navel was visible when zoomed in. I had an instant hard-on looking at my reader’s pics and masturbated. Sneha had asked me to meet her in UB city at 3 pm on Saturday. I agreed and was waiting for the weekend.

On Friday night, I went out with Manu and some of our friends and we were partying. And Sneha called my phone and I answered her call.

Sneha: Hi, sorry for disturbing you.

Me: No problem, Sneha. What’s up and what are you doing?

Sneha: I am at **** mall. Are you free now?

Me: I am partying, but I can be available.

Sneha: Can you join me to watch a movie as I am alone?

Me (thought for a second): Sure. At what time?

Sneha: At 8 pm show.

Me: I am on my way.

Then I bid goodbye to Manu and my friends and informed them I had an emergency and so I was leaving the party. But Manu pulled me back and whispered to me in my ears to ‘ride safely!’ Manu knew me well and jokingly, I hit him on his stomach and left.

While driving to the mall, my mind was full of Manu’s words to ride safe. It was getting difficult for me to drive my car because I was imagining banging my hot reader Sneha in the movie hall. Then I opened my phone gallery and watched her pics.

On the way to the mall, I stopped my car near the medical shop to take condoms. Then Sneha called –

Sneha: Where are you, Diganth? Come fast!

Before I could answer her, Sneha hung up the phone. And again Sneha called me, but this time, it was a video call. So I delayed answering her call as I was buying condoms. Then as soon as I reached my car, I answered her call.

Me: I am on my way.

Sneha observed that I had stopped my car near a medical shop and acted as if she hadn’t seen anything and asked me to come fast.

Me: Can you show me your face and dress? (as it was on the rear camera)

Sneha (just showed her face): You see my dress when you are here.

Then Sneha hung up the call before I replied to her. I started my car and drove fast and reached the mall within a few minutes. Then I called Sneha to inform her I was in the movie hall. Sneha didn’t answer my call twice and later she called me back.

Sneha apologized to me at first for not answering the call as she was in the toilet. And later she informed me to wait as she was returning from the toilet area. Sneha was walking towards me. She was in grey sleeveless midi dress that ended just above her knees.

Sneha was looking sexy and her thighs were inviting me. I was stunned by her beauty and we both shook our hands for the first time. There was an electric shock in my body when I touched her.

Sneha: Let’s go, the movie might have started.

She walked in front.

While Sneha walked in the front, I was watching her ass swinging right to left. Then we entered the movie and it had just begun and there was not much of a crowd. We both sat in our seats and I wanted to seduce her but took it slowly.

Initially, for the first half an hour the movie narration was a little thrilling. Even though I was completely involved in watching the movie, I wanted to touch her thighs. So, I excused myself by saying –

Me: I will go use the toilet and come back.

Sneha asked me to bring popcorn and coke. I went to the toilet and slid my underwear sideways to loosen it. I freed my monster from the cage, then bought popcorn and coke, and went to the seat. Sneha was enjoying the movie and I handed the popcorn and coke to her.

Sneha was eating and watching the movie and had kept the popcorn in between her thighs. I sensed it might be a green signal. I too picked popcorn and was eating it. I didn’t touch her thighs the first few minutes and Sneha too was observing my moves.

After a few minutes, I acted like it was an accident and touched her thighs. Sneha gazed at me for a few seconds, didn’t say anything, and continued watching the movie. Now, this time, instead of picking popcorn, I slowly placed my hands on Sneha’s thighs.

Sneha’s thighs were milky in color and had a hot sensation when I touched them. Sneha didn’t react or resist when I placed my hand on my thigh. So, after a few minutes, I began pressing her thighs. Sneha had closed her eyes and was enjoying the moment. After a few minutes, I slid my hands further inside her thigh region.

Suddenly, the lights were on as it was the interval. I cursed my luck and my hot readger opened her eyes and silently laughed for a moment. I was a little frustrated and took my hands back from her thighs.

Sneha and I both maintained tight lips and didn’t utter a word during the interval. The lights again turned off and the movie started. As soon as the lights were off, I placed my hands on her thighs and began pressing them. Sneha acted as if nothing was happening and was busy eating popcorn.

Then I moved my hands further near her panties. Sneha’s breaths were increasing as I began rubbing her pussy over her pantie. I was trying hard to slide her pantie sideways to touch her treasure hole. It wasn’t possible to move her panties, but I was still trying.

After a few minutes, I felt a helping hand. It was Sneha’s hand. She slid her panties sideways and held her pantie allowing me to touch. I whispered thanks to Sneha and in return, she asked me to be gentle.

I touched my reader’s pussy and began rubbing her pussy lips with my hands slowly. Sneha had fists on her wrists and was trying hard not to moan. I lifted one of her wrists and placed it on my monster. Sneha felt the Monster was hard, so she unzipped my pants and slid her hands inside. She was surprised as I had already freed my monster. Sneha pressed and wrapped my monster in her hands. She began moving the monster in to and fro motion.

Sneha was giving me a handjob and I was lost in the way she was doing it nicely. I was also began fingering her pussy in a slow motion. Sneha was enjoying it and after a few minutes, I increased the pace of fingering her pussy. Then I inserted another finger inside her pussy and continued at a fast pace!

Now, Sneha couldn’t control and she locked her legs and orgasm on my fingers. Then she relaxed with her eyes closed and then I held her hands with mine and pressed her fingers. Sneha opened her eyes as her phone began to ring. It was her parents who had called asking her to return home soon. After the call –

Sneha: Digi, I need to go home and I’ll leave.

(I was a little disappointed but didn’t show it in my face.)

Me: Why? What happened? Any emergency?

Sneha: Nothing like that. I had said to my parents I’d just go shopping and arrive with my driver. Now it is late, and my parents are worried. As I need to return home alone, so they are asking me to return.

Me: I’ll drop you to your home and you can send your driver.

Sneha: No Diganth, I want to leave. Let’s meet tomorrow (as mentioned earlier).

Me: Ok.

Sneha and I got up from the seat and began walking to exit the movie hall. Sneha stopped exactly near the exit hall, turned towards me, and locked her lips with mine. I was a little surprised but got in the flow and continued the lip-lock.

After a few minutes of the liplock, my reader broke the kiss and said, “That’s it for now!”

I wanted to ask for further, but Sneha was in a hurry. She dragged my hands urgently and went near the women’s toilet. She asked me to wait outside the women’s toilet and went inside. I was excited and thought we might have sex in the women’s toilet. But that was not the case. After a few minutes, Sneha came out wearing jeans pants and a t-shirt.

Me: Why have you changed your dress?

Sneha: The dress that I had worn was just for you. If I wore that dress and returned home, my mom would kill me. So, I changed.

Then Sneha called her driver and informed him to bring the vehicle to the entrance of the mall. We both bid goodbye and Sneha left.

I had mixed reactions, happy, because she kissed me, gave me a handjob, and also allowed me to finger her pussy. And sad because I couldn’t continue further.

The next day I was fully prepared and wanted to bang this hot chick Sneha. I had also arranged my friend’s penthouse near the pub she had asked me to meet. Sneha arrived 5 minutes earlier than me and called my phone to ask me where I was. I picked up her call and informed Sneha I was parking the car. And informed her I would be there in a minute.

Soon, I entered the pub. The crowd was very small and I was searching for her. Sneha tapped my shoulders from the back. I turned and was shocked. Sneha was in a black strapless high-silt dress and white heels to her legs. She was a naturally fair beauty and wouldn’t apply makeup but had just applied red lipstick. Then Sneha side-hugged me and we both walked to our table.

I complimented Sneha that she looked like an Angel. Sneha blushed. Then we both ordered little snacks and drinks. We both began chitchatting our daily routine stuff. Sneha informed me she wasn’t interested in relationships as her past life was not so good.

Our orders arrived at the table and I wanted to ask out for sex. But I was scared too and Sneha might have sensed it. (Girls won’t directly ask any boys for sex)

Sneha was sitting opposite me and I dropped the fork down on purpose. I bent underneath the table, acting like picking the fork and saw Sneha’s sexy thighs. I couldn’t control it, I picked the fork from the ground and placed my hands on her left shin bone. Sneha was sitting cross-legged. As I touched her shin bone, Sneha moved her legs straight.

I continued moving my hands further up to her knee region. Sneha shouted my name and asked me to return to normal (as the waitress was arriving near us).

Then I asked Sneha if she was free today so that we could hang out. Sneha said she was free but needed to return home.

I asked Sneha to finish the drinks soon and asked the waitress to parcel the snacks. Sneha asked me, “Why?” and I replied, “Surprise.”

Sneha finished her drink and our parcel was ready. We both left in my car.

Then I took Sneha to my friend’s penthouse in my car. Sneha was a little shy. I made her comfortable by telling her there was no one else there. My reader playfully hit my hands and was excited because the penthouse arena was filled with grass, birds, and an artificial pond.

Sneha then removed her heels, dipped her legs inside an artificial pond, and I sat beside her. I slowly touched her thigh region from the silt part. Sneha used to shiver whenever I touched them. After a few minutes, I held her lower lips and lip-locked her lips with mine. The liplock then turned to a deep french kiss with both of us fighting our tongues inside. While continuing the french kiss, I squeezed her boobs over her dress. I moved my right hand to her naked thigh region and pinched it.

Sneha broke the kiss and moaned, “Ouch, aah Digi..”

Then I made her lay near the pond and began licking her face, neck, arms, and fingers with my saliva. I lifted Sneha’s strapless parts and folded them a bit freeing her boobs region. Sneha was wearing a black color stick-on bra and it was easy for me to free her boobs.

I removed my reader’s black stick bra and began sucking her boobs as soon as I removed them. I was vigorously sucking both her boobs alternatively and Sneha was moaning in a low voice.

I continued sucking her boobs and pulled her dress up. Sneha’s clothes now just had only covered her stomach region and revealed her pantie and thigh region. Then Sneha began to unbutton my shirt and threw them aside and got on top of me. She began licking my chest and upper body. Meanwhile, I was squeezing her boobs with one hand and rubbing her pussy over her panties with my other hand. My dick was hard and began to raise to salute Sneha’s beauty.

As Sneha was on top of me, my dick was poking her pussy. So She unbuckled my pants, pulled them down to my knees, removed my underwear and freed my dick. She slowly began to fondle and measure my dick in her hands.

Sneha: Digi, your dick is too big to fit in my mouth. So, I will start with a handjob. Later I will take your monster in my mouth.

I agreed. Sneha began to tease me by tickling my balls. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and slowly started stroking up and down.

While stroking, Sneha began rubbing her thumb over the tip of my dick. She began to increase her pace. After a few minutes, I asked Sneha to stop. Sneha was confused when I asked her to stop. I lifted her and placed her near my face. Slowly, I bit her pussy over her maroon color lace panties. Sneha was already wet and moaned, “Ouch ahh..”

I slowly removed the maroon panties from her body to her ankles. Sneha removed the pantie from her ankle and was about to keep it aside. But I asked her panties and sniffed it. The aroma of her panties was so arousing.

She had a cleanly shaved her pussy. I slowly gave a kiss on the pussy for which Sneha shivered a bit. So, I told her to relax because she would enjoy it to the core.

I kissed the sides of Sneha’s pussy and not touching the center. Then slowly, I touched her pussy with a small thrust. After that, I slid my tongue in between the clit and tasted her pussy. I continued sliding upwards from the bottom between the clit towards the top of her pussy.

Sneha was arching her back and was moving her body in all possible directions. I held her hips tightly and began licking her pussy very wildly. I was sucking her pussy very deep and was tasting every inch of her pussy. Sneha couldn’t control herself and informed me she was about to orgasm.

Within a few seconds, Sneha leaked her full juices on my face. I licked her juices but still, my face was sticky. So, I went inside and splashed my face with water. Then I came out. Sneha was resting and her breath was high. I sat beside Sneha and waited for a few minutes for her to relax.

Sneha turned with her back facing up and said this was the best orgasm she had in her entire life. Sneha was blushing after her words.

Me: You will also have the best sex now.

Sneha said: Let’s see.

I pulled her a bit front and removed her clothes and asked her to remain in that position. I lifted her hips a bit and spread her legs wide. Then I went behind Sneha and kissed her ass and rubbed my dick on her ass. With a slow thrust, I pushed my dick inside my reader’s pussy. Sneha began to moan, “Aah ha ah ah hmm hahaha hmm ah fuck ouch ha..” while I began to thrust her pussy. After a few minutes, I began to go with a deep and hard penetration.

Sneha was enjoying the pain and pleasure her body was taking. After a few minutes, I told Sneha I was about to cum, and asked her if I could cum inside her pussy. But Sneha said no and told me that she wanted to suck my dick and take my cum in her mouth.

I agreed and Sneha began to suck my dick fast like a lollipop. Within a few seconds, I cummed inside my sexy reader’s mouth.

Sneha swallowed my cum and said, “Digi, you are the best!”

Then she got up and went inside the penthouse to freshen up.

After Sneha freshened up, she came towards me and picked up her clothes. She began wearing them in front of me. I pulled her towards me and asked her to stay with me tonight. But she french kissed my lips for a minute and said, “Not today”, as her driver was waiting on the road.

Sneha then rushed out of the building without even waiting for me to dress up.

***

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Meet Anjali Sharma, a woman in her early thirties. With her smooth caramel skin, long dark hair, eyes like pools of dark chocolate, and curves in all the right places, she’s a sight to behold. She’s my stepmom and the star of the story I’m about to tell.

But there’s more to Anjali than just her stunning looks. When she’s not busy being a devoted mother, Anjali works as a teacher at a nearby junior college.

So, if you ever have the pleasure of meeting Anjali Sharma, consider yourself lucky. She’s not just a woman to be admired from afar – she’s someone who will change your life in ways you never thought possible.

But before this incident, she wasn’t much more than this wannabe city girl from the boonies. Or at least that was how it seemed to me when I first met her. Now, this is the story of the woman known as Anjali Sharma and the people who changed her.

Every day began with the sound of plates clacking with each other or Anjali shouting at Priya to get up. Soon, she would fade into my dad’s room. It was now hers also to prepare for the long day ahead of her. This day was no different.

She chose a sari, its deep crimson hues complementing her dusky complexion. She adorned herself with delicate yet thin jewellery that shimmered in the light. As she looked at herself in the mirror, a sense of pride swelled within her. Everything was perfect, and she made it.

Stepping into the bustling hallways of the college, Anjali would be met with a mixture of curious stares and whispered rumours. A glance that would linger a little too long on her chest or the hand of her colleague that would gently brush her back as an accident.

She could feel the weight of the eyes upon her. At first, she thought it was because she was new or how she conducted herself. If anything, she took immense pride in her ability as a teacher, but it was neither. What she felt was simply the carnal desires of men and women breaking out.

But she refused to be deterred by her colleagues’ scepticism. With each step, she exuded an air of confidence and poise, her movements graceful and purposeful. That afternoon, Anjali stood before her class as usual. Her gaze swept across the sea of expectant faces.

It lingered for a moment on a particular student. Now let me introduce to you the spark that lit the house on fire: Rohan Malhotra. The son of a famous guy in our area, he was the one kid who brought down the reputation of the entire junior college.

From day one, Rohan’s behaviour was increasingly brazen. He would linger after class. His comments veered into territory that made Anjali’s skin crawl. She felt a sense of unease settle in the pit of her stomach. A nagging suspicion that Rohan’s intentions were far from innocent.

And before long, he had made her into one of his prime targets. She still remembers the first conversation she had with him. One day, not long after she joined the junior college as a provisional teacher, Anjali passed by Rohan in the hallway.

He stepped in her path, blocking her way with a cocky grin. “Hey, Miss Sharma,” he drawled, his voice dripping with false charm. “Looking good today.”

Anjali’s jaw tightened at Rohan’s audacity, but she forced herself to maintain a polite facade. “Thank you, Rohan,” she replied tersely, her voice tinged with forced politeness. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”

But Rohan wasn’t so easily dissuaded. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. “You know, Miss Sharma, I can’t help but notice how you’re always so put together,” he murmured, his tone suggestive. “It’s like you’re begging for someone to notice.”

Anjali’s heart raced at the implication of Rohan’s words. Her mind was reeling with a mixture of anger and fear. She knew she needed to put a stop to Rohan’s advances before things spiralled out of control. But she never could. It was like the whole college was made to be his little playground.

Anjali found herself increasingly isolated. Her colleagues offered little in the way of support or solidarity. She felt like a lone warrior, battling against the tide of harassment and intimidation that threatened to engulf her at every turn.

As the minutes ticked by, Anjali’s gaze fell upon Rohan once more. His face twisted into a smirk as he fiddled with his phone beneath his desk. A surge of unease swept through her at the sight. Her instincts screamed at her to investigate further.

With a determined stride, Anjali made her way towards Rohan’s desk, her eyes narrowing as she caught a glimpse of the screen. What she saw made her blood run cold.

There, displayed on Rohan’s phone screen, was a voyeuristic image of Anjali, captured without her knowledge or consent. Her heart pounded in her chest. She struggled to process the violation of her privacy, a wave of nausea washing over her like a tidal wave.

“Rohan, what do you think you’re doing?” Anjali’s voice trembled with anger as she confronted him publicly. Her eyes were blazing with fury. The classroom fell silent in the wake of her words, the weight of her gaze bearing down on Rohan like a leaden weight.

Rohan’s eyes widened in shock at being caught. But his expression quickly hardened into one of defiance. “Just having a little fun, Miss Sharma,” he sneered, his tone dripping with arrogance. “What’s the big deal?”

Anjali’s hands trembled with righteous indignation. She refused to back down in the face of Rohan’s arrogance. “The big deal, Rohan, is that what you’re doing is unacceptable,” she retorted, her voice ringing with authority. “It’s a violation of my privacy and a gross abuse of your position as my student.”

But Rohan was undeterred by her words, his smirk widening into a predatory grin. “Come on, Miss Sharma, don’t be such a prude,” he taunted, his words like poison seeping into the cracks of Anjali’s resolve. “You know you like the attention.”

Anjali felt a surge of anger coursing through her veins at Rohan’s callousness. But she forced herself to remain composed. “That’s enough, Rohan,” she snapped, her voice steelier than before. “I won’t tolerate this kind of behaviour in my classroom. Consider yourself warned.”

But if only things were that easy. This wasn’t the first time she caught him doing something, nor was the first time she gave him a warning. Every time she would try to voice her complaints or raise the issue with the principal, she was met with blank stares. Or with words that lacked any meaning.

Today, too, wasn’t any different. She had long learned to accept things as it is and turn a blind eye to what he did. But if only he stopped at just that. As Anjali sat at her desk, the air thick with tension, her phone buzzed with a notification.

With a sense of dread gnawing at her insides, she reached for the device, her heart pounding in her chest. The screen lit up with a cruel mockery of her existence, a digital rendering of her own body violated and defiled.

Anjali’s eyes widened in horror as she beheld the image before her. Her hands are trembling with a mixture of rage and disgust.

In the photo, she stood naked and exposed, her body twisted into a grotesque parody of desire. Crude drawings marred her skin, obscuring her modesty with flashy images of leering faces and lewd gestures. Anjali felt a surge of nausea rising in her throat.

She stared at the image, her mind recoiling from the sheer depravity of Rohan’s actions. She could feel the bile burning in her stomach as she struggled to comprehend the depths of his depravity. But even as her mind recoiled from the image, Anjali couldn’t afford to let her emotions get the better of her.

She had to confront Rohan head-on. To show him that she wouldn’t be intimidated by his cowardly tactics. He couldn’t always hide behind the people under his father’s control. With a steely resolve, Anjali marched towards Rohan’s desk, her eyes blazing with determination.

“Rohan, we need to talk,” she said firmly, her voice cutting through the chatter of the classroom.

Rohan looked up from his phone, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “What’s up, Miss Sharma?” he asked, his tone dripping with false innocence.

Anjali held up her phone, the image displayed on the screen for all to see. “Do you think this is funny, Rohan?” she demanded, her voice laced with fury. “Do you think it’s acceptable to degrade and objectify me like this?”

Rohan’s smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by a look of feigned confusion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Miss Sharma,” he said, his voice tinged with false sincerity. “I would never do something like that.”

But Anjali wasn’t fooled by Rohan’s facade. She could see the glint of malice in his eyes, the twisted pleasure he took in her discomfort. “Don’t play dumb with me, Rohan,” she spat, her voice cold as ice. “I know it was you. And I won’t rest until you’re held accountable for your actions.”

Anjali’s pulse quickens. She drags Rohan towards the principal’s office, her grip on his arm tight enough to leave bruises. Her steps are purposeful, each one a defiant declaration of her refusal to be cowed by his intimidation tactics. The hallway is eerily silent.

The air was thick with tension as they made their way through the deserted corridors. Rohan struggled against her grasp, his protests falling on deaf ears. But Anjali’s resolve remained unyielding. She felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins.

Her heart pounding in her chest as she prepares to confront the source of her torment head-on. As they reach the principal’s office, Anjali pushes open the door with a forceful shove, her eyes blazing with determination as she ushers Rohan inside.

The principal looks up from his desk, his expression a mixture of surprise and concern as he takes in the scene before him.

“Miss Sharma, what’s the meaning of this?” he asks, his brow furrowed in confusion.

Anjali’s voice is steady, her tone unwavering as she recounts the events that led to their current predicament. She holds nothing back, detailing Rohan’s reprehensible behaviour with a clarity that leaves no room for doubt.

But as she speaks, Anjali can’t shake the feeling of unease that gnaws at the pit of her stomach. She knows that Rohan’s family holds considerable influence over the junior college, and she fears that her accusations will fall on deaf ears like they always have, but today, she had enough of it.

Sure enough, as the principal listens to her account, a troubled frown creases his brow. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze darting between Anjali and Rohan as he weighs his next move. Before he can respond, however, Rohan’s father enters the room with a sinister smile.

His eyes gleamed with malice as he assessed the situation. Anjali’s blood ran cold as she met his gaze, her instincts screaming at her to flee.

“Ah, Miss Sharma,” Rohan’s father purrs, his voice dripping with false charm. “I trust my son hasn’t caused you too much trouble.”

Anjali’s jaw clenches with anger, her hands balling into fists at her sides as she struggles to maintain her composure. She knows that Rohan’s father is not to be trusted, his smooth words a thinly veiled attempt to manipulate her into submission.

But even as her mind reels with fear and uncertainty at the sudden arrival of the man she has only heard stories about, Anjali knows that she cannot allow herself to be swayed by his empty promises. She knows that she must stand firm in the face of adversity, no matter the cost.

As Rohan’s father offers her a wad of cash, Anjali’s mind races with conflicting emotions. On one hand, the prospect of financial security is tempting, a lifeline in a sea of uncertainty. But on the other hand, she knows that accepting the money would mean betraying everything she stands for, sacrificing her integrity for the sake of expediency.

Anjali’s hands tremble as she weighs her options. She knows what is going on. The principal sitting before her might have been offered an even larger wad of cash than the one in front of her. Who knows how many other of her coworkers have their hands deep in this transaction?

Her heart is torn between the desire for justice and the fear of retaliation. She feels like a pawn in a twisted game of chess, her every move dictated by the whims of those who hold sway over her fate.

But deep down, Anjali knows that she cannot allow herself to be controlled by fear. She knows that she must find the strength to stand up for what is right, no matter the cost. With a steely resolve, she pushes the money away, her voice firm as she meets Rohan’s father’s gaze head-on.

“I will not be bought,” she says, her words ringing out like a clarion call in the silent room. “But I will turn a blind eye to this matter in honour of you. But this will be the final warning. If anything happens again, I will have to take action.”

Rohan’s father’s smile falters for a moment but soon returns as he watches Anjali’s lips open and close as she speaks. But before he can respond, Anjali turns on her heel and storms out of the office. Her head is held high as she prepares to face whatever challenges lie ahead.

As she exits the office, Rohan’s father’s gaze lingers on her retreating form, a predatory glint in his eye. “Miss Sharma,” he calls out, his voice dripping with lust. “I’m hosting a little gathering at my place this evening. I do hope you’ll join us. It would be a shame to miss out on all the fun.”

Look forward to the next part to find out what happens at the drinking party. I assure you that’s where the real fun begins. Also, let me know how you liked the story so far. This is the introductory part, so I apologize for the lack of stimulation.