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Shobha came to Savita’s house to find her naked. Shobha asked if she was disturbing Any of Savita’s sexual activities. Savita assured her she was not disturbed and asked Shobha why she was crying. Shobha explained that her wedding was fixed with a rich businessman, Harish. He was a good man, but she didn’t know how he was in bed.

Shobha was worried that he might not be good at sex. Savita assured her that she would find out about him. So what will Saviya do now?

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As days passed, the tension in their household increased. The jealousy that was bubbling between Radhika and Ananya. All those encounters of us had not gone unnoticed by Arya, Ananya’s younger sister. Arya, with her sharp instincts and bratty nature, had always sensed when something was off.

Lately, there was something unspoken between the three of them that intrigued her. Arya confronted her sister one evening. Her arms crossed as she leaned against the doorframe of Ananya’s room.

“Didi, something’s up with you and mom,” Arya said, “You think I haven’t noticed the weird vibes around here?”

Ananya, taken aback, hesitated for a moment. “It’s nothing, Arya. You’re imagining things.”

But Arya wasn’t one to let things slide. She was persistent, stubborn, and had a natural flair for getting what she wanted. “Don’t lie to me. I know you too well. Either you tell me, or I’ll make you regret hiding it from me.”

At this, Ananya froze. Arya’s temper was something to be determined with. Ananya knew her sister wasn’t one to be convinced. After much pressing, and with Radhika joining the conversation later, both women found themselves in a position they couldn’t escape.

They finally spilt the truth about the complex, triangular relationship that had developed. Arya’s reaction wasn’t what they expected. Instead of the shock or anger they feared, Arya felt something different. Betrayed. Not because of the nature of the relationship itself but because she had been kept in the dark.

“So, this has been going on under my nose, and neither of you thought I deserved to know?” Arya shouted. “Some sisters you are.”

Ananya tried to explain, “It wasn’t something we wanted to involve you in. It just… happened.”

Radhika added, “We didn’t think it was right to…”

But Arya cut them off. “I don’t care what you thought was ‘right.’ I’m family, and you should have told me. We always share everything, don’t we?”

Her bratty and demanding side surfaced. She wasn’t just upset. She wanted to punish them for their secrecy. The more they tried to apologise, the more Arya began to craft a plan to remind them who held the real power in this family.

“You two need to be taught a lesson. It’s enough now,” Arya said angrily. “You can’t hide things from me and expect me just to let it go.”

Both Radhika and Ananya stared at her, stunned. They could sense something warning in Arya’s tone.

Arya’s birthday was coming up. In her usual demanding fashion, she asked for something specific as a gift. It wasn’t something material, though. She wanted one night of total control as payback for being left out of the truth.

“A night of punishment,” Arya declared. “That’s my birthday wish. You three will do exactly as I say, no questions asked.”

Both Radhika and Ananya were immediately afraid. Radhika, as a mother, felt it was completely wrong to involve Arya in such a way. Ananya, already insecure about the jealousy of her mother, couldn’t appreciate Arya’s involvement. They both resisted.

But Arya wasn’t one to back down. As the youngest and the most loved, she had always gotten her way. Her dominant, rough personality clashed with the more passive nature of her mother and sister.

“I’m not asking, I’m telling,” Arya said coldly. “Either you agree, or I’ll make sure this secret goes further than just this house.”

The threat was enough to make both Radhika and Ananya give up. They were caught in Arya’s game now, and they knew there was no escaping her control. As Arya demanded, I had to be involved in her punishment as well. I went to their place. The tension reached its peak on Arya’s birthday evening.

Arya walked in. Her presence was commanding attention. She had a certain charisma that came with being the youngest, the most unpredictable, and now the one who was going to control.

She was excited to teach her mother and sister a lesson for betraying her trust. She was going to make sure it was something they wouldn’t forget.

“You really thought you could hide this from me?” Arya snapped, standing with her arms crossed. “You both disgust me.”

Ananya, already rattled by the guilt of keeping Arya in the dark, tried to plead. “Arya, we never meant to…”

“Shut up, Ani!” Arya’s voice was sharp, cutting through Ananya’s words. “You and mom, you’re going to regret this.”

Radhika stepped forward, trying to take control of the situation. “Arya, we made a mistake. We shouldn’t have hidden it from you, but this punishment is unnecessary. Let’s talk about it.”

Arya let out a mocking laugh, the brat in her fully unleashed. “Talk? No, no, no. You don’t get to decide what happens next. I do. You both owe me, and I’m going to collect tonight.”

Radhika and Ananya sat side by side. Radhika was wearing a light blue kurti along with tight black leggings underneath. Her innerwear consisted of a soft bra and panties. Ananya, dressed casually in a T-shirt and loose pants, wore a simple bra and panties underneath as well.

Arya’s started commanding as she stood before them. “Take off your clothes. Both of you,” she said with a smirk.

Radhika had always thought of Arya with love, but not like this. This was not what she had imagined. She hesitated. Her hands were trembling as she gripped the edge of the bed, unwilling to obey Arya.

Ananya was always a braver girl; she crossed her arms and stared Arya down. “We’re not doing that. This isn’t happening,” Ananya said.

Arya’s lips curled into a smile, but it wasn’t a kind one. “You don’t get to say no,” she said while stepping closer. “You will do as I say, or I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Radhika’s eyes darted nervously between Arya and Ananya. “Arya, please… I don’t want this…” she requested.

Arya’s expression turned hard. “You don’t get a choice anymore, Mom. Now take. Them. Off.”

When neither of them obeyed, Arya lost her patience. She grabbed the front of Radhika’s kurti, her hands gripping the fabric roughly. “Fine,” she said through clenched teeth. “I’ll do it myself.”

With one violent motion, Arya pulled on the kurti. The fabric ripped apart at the stitching. Radhika gasped. Her eyes widened as the kurti tore open down the middle, exposing her pale pink bra underneath. Arya didn’t stop there. She pulled the ruptured kurti off Radhika’s shoulders.

Radhika was sitting on the bed, clutching her arms around her exposed Bra and waist. Radhika’s breath quickened. This was too much, but before she could speak, Arya moved to her leggings.

With a rough grip, Arya snatched at them. Pulling the tight fabric down over Radhika’s ass and legs, almost tearing them apart.  Radhika tried to push her hands away, but Arya was too strong, pulling the leggings down until they were bunched around her ankles. Radhika’s face flushed with humiliation.

Ananya stood up, furious. “That’s enough, Arya. You can’t do this!” she shouted.

But Arya only smiled wickedly. “Oh, I can,” she said, stepping closer to Ananya. “And I will.”

Ananya took a step back, her fists gripped, but Arya moved fast. She grabbed the front of Ananya’s T-shirt, her fingers digging into the fabric. With one powerful jerk, Arya tore the T-shirt apart, ripping it from the collar down.

The pieces of the shirt hung loosely, revealing Ananya’s black bra. Ananya gasped, trying to cover herself, but Arya pushed her hands away.

“You think you can fight back?” Arya hissed. “Think again.”

With that, she grabbed the waistband of Ananya’s pants. Ananya tried to fight back, pushing at Arya’s arms, but Arya’s strength overpowered her. Arya pulled the pants down, yanking them hard over Ananya’s ass, almost tearing them in the process.

The pants slid down to the floor, leaving Ananya in just her Bra and panties. Arya looked at them both with satisfaction. “Now you’re where you belong,” she said, her voice low and cold. Radhika was sitting on the bed, her body trembling with ripped Kurti hanging loosely on her body.

Her bra and panty were evident from those ripped parts. While Ananya stood nearby, her black Bra and panties visible under the torn clothes. They both looked vulnerable, but neither would give Arya the satisfaction of seeing their defeat.

Arya leaned down, her face close to Radhika’s ear. “You thought this was about love?” she whispered darkly. “You’re mine now. Both of you.”

Radhika’s heart sank. This wasn’t what she wanted at all. Her first demand was aimed directly at Ananya, “Didi, sit down on that chair,” Arya ordered, her voice sharp. “You’ve always loved your hair, haven’t you, Didi? Always flaunting it like you’re better than the rest of us. Well, not after tonight.”

Ananya instinctively reached for her long, silky hair, her heart racing as she realised what Arya intended.

“Arya, please…” Ananya begged. Her voice was shaky, but Arya was unmoved.

“Sit down,” Arya ordered, her tone dripping with authority. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

Radhika stepped forward again, trying to intervene. “Arya, don’t!”

But Arya shot her mother a look that stopped her in her tracks. “You’ll get your turn, Mom. Don’t worry. I’ve got something special planned for you.”

Ananya, with no choice left, sat down on the chair in the centre of the room. Arya approached her with a pair of large, gleaming scissors. The sound of the blades clicking together was chilling.

“You’re going to lose that precious hair tonight,” Arya said, grabbing a thick lock of Ananya’s hair. She twists it around her fingers before pulling it taut. “And you’re going to sit there and take it.”

Ananya closed her eyes, bracing herself for what was about to happen. Arya brought the scissors to Ananya’s hair and, with slow, deliberate movements, began cutting. The snip of the blades echoed in the silence, and Ananya cried as the strands of her long hair fell to the floor.

“Don’t cry now, Didi. It’s just hair,” Arya taunted, taking another chunk and cutting it off with a swift motion. “Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before hiding things from me.”

With each snip, Arya grew bolder and more confident in her dominance. The haircut was rough and uneven, a brutal reminder of the power Arya now held over her sister.

After cutting off a significant portion of Ananya’s hair, Arya tossed the scissors aside. She wasn’t done, not even close.

“Look at you,” Arya laughed at her, running her fingers through what remained of Ananya’s once beautiful hair. “You look pathetic. But this isn’t enough, not yet.”

Arya then turned to Radhika, “Mom, you’ve always been so protective of Didi, haven’t you? Always putting her first. Well, now you’re going to help clean up this mess.”

Radhika became nervous as Arya’s words settled in. She knew her daughter was serious, and there was no way out. Arya had always been headstrong. But this level of domination was new, and it scared her.

“I want you to make him come as many times as you can,” Arya said, pointing at me. “And you’re going to collect it in a bowl.”

Radhika’s eyes widened in shock. “Arya, you just can’t.”

“I can, and I will!” Arya’s voice was like a slap. Her bratty nature transformed into something darker, more ruthless. “You’ll do exactly what I say, or things will get a lot worse for both of you.”

Radhika hesitated for a moment, but Arya’s commanding presence was too overpowering. With a resigned sigh, she moved closer, knowing she had no choice but to obey. Arya, pleased with her control over the situation, watched as Radhika did as she was told.

For long, she gave me blowjob and handjob. After cumming for few times in those hours, the bowl gradually filled as the night dragged on. Arya maintained her bratty demeanour. She had the upper hand now, and she was savouring every second of it.

But her plan was far from over. Once the bowl was filled to her satisfaction, Arya moved toward Ananya. She sat there, her once-prideful hair reduced to a rough, uneven mess. Arya lifted the bowl with a smug smile.

“Do you see this, Didi? This is your punishment, and you’re going to suffer every last drop, but later. I think I’ll make use of this, but later,” Arya said with a sinister smirk.

They were already stripped to their bras and panties, but Arya wasn’t satisfied yet. She wanted total submission, and she wasn’t going to stop until she had it. Arya’s hand shot out, grabbing the clasp of Radhika’s bra from behind.

With one rough move, she snapped the clasp open, the straps falling loose down Radhika’s arms. The bra slid down from boobs, leaving her exposed. Radhika instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, but Arya yanked them away.

“Don’t cover yourself, Mom,” Arya commanded. “You don’t get to hide.”

Radhika stood frozen as Arya moved to her panties. Without any hesitation, Arya gripped the thin fabric of the panty at the sides. She tore them down, ripping them harshly down her legs until they lay discarded on the floor. Radhika stood completely naked, vulnerable.

Ananya, watching in horror, tried to take a step back, but Arya was already upon her. She tore the Bra off Ananya just as violently. Ananya’s panties followed the bra. Arya pulled it down, showing no mercy, leaving Ananya bare as well.

Arya stared at both women, now standing completely naked before her. She reached for something behind her, a small butt plug with that ponytail attached to it. The sight of the makeshift tail sent a wave of dread through Radhika and Ananya. Both realised what was about to come next.

“I think I should make use of this,” Arya said with a smirk, holding up the plug for them to see. Her gaze landed on Radhika. She stood before her daughter, broken, humiliated, and completely submissive. Arya’s eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction.

“You’re going to wear this, Mom,” Arya said, her was unforgiving. “And you’re going to crawl around like the bitch you are.” Radhika’s mind reeled, barely able to comprehend what was happening. The humiliation was overwhelming, but she had no choice.

Arya’s dominance was absolute. With trembling hands, Radhika bent forward. She may feel the sharp chill of the plug as Arya inserted it into the asshole brutally. That ponytail now hung from Radhika’s asshole like a fancy, twisted tail.

Arya clapped her hands with brutal joyfulness. “Now, walk,” she demanded, “You’re not done until I say you are.”

Radhika, her body completely at Arya’s mercy, dropped to her hands and knees, crawling forward slowly as instructed. The tail swayed mockingly behind her with each movement. Ananya could only watch, her fear and helplessness rendering her silent as she witnessed the disturbing scene unfold.

Arya wasn’t going to stop until she had pushed them both to the brink of humiliation and submission. And so, the night continued with Arya fully in control. Her bratty, dominating nature came to the forefront as she punished her mother and sister for their betrayal.

Radhika kept crawling like bitch all over while Ananya was still crying for her gone tails. Every moment was to humiliate, to break them down, to remind them that Arya was the one who held all the power now. Arya continued her power play, but her eyes now shifted towards me.

Her bratty demeanour softened as she circled, considering me with a critical gaze. Unlike the ruthless control she had over Radhika and Ananya, Arya didn’t harbour the same level of aggression towards me. There was something about her that suggested she found amusement in my involvement rather than anger.

She stepped closer, her lips curling into a slight smirk. “You, though… you’re different. You didn’t betray me like they did. Still,” she paused, “you’re going to help me teach them a lesson.” Her fingers brushed lightly against my body. She traced a line down my body, her touch teasing but firm.

Arya was in complete control, and she knew it. “I’m not angry with you,” she whispered, “but you’ll be part of this punishment too. And don’t worry, I know exactly what to do with you.”

Her eyes flicked back to Radhika and Ananya, who were still reeling from the humiliation. “You two aren’t off the hook yet,” Arya said sharply, her bratty attitude returning full force. “Now, watch closely as I show you who really holds the power.”

Without warning, Arya grabbed Radhika by her ponytail-turned-butt-plug tail and jerked it, pulling her closer. Radhika winced in pain but dared not resist. Arya’s dominance over her mother was absolute. “Get on your knees in front of him,” Arya ordered Radhika with a snap of her fingers.

Radhika complied, her pride completely shattered as she knelt before me, her eyes filled with submission. “You,” Arya said, turning to me with a more teasing tone, “I want you to enjoy this, but remember, it’s part of their punishment.”

Radhika began kissing my whole body. As she began, her actions were dictated by Arya’s twisted sense of justice. As Radhika worked, Arya continued to watch, her eyes narrowing with satisfaction. “Good,” Arya said. “But we’re not done yet.”

Arya then walked over to Ananya, whose hair had been butchered into a short, complete mess, and her body was sticky. “You used to think you were so perfect, didn’t you, Didi?” Arya taunted. “But now, you’re just a broken doll, haha.”

She grabbed Ananya by the wrist and pulled her over to join Radhika. Arya, always the brat, had something darker in store. “Now, both of you together,” she commanded, pointing to me.

Ananya looked up and obeyed. Radhika and Ananya kissed me all over together. Arya leaned in, her voice like silk as she spoke to me.

“See how they’ve fallen? They used to think they were in control, but look at them now.” She smiled, almost sweetly, as the cruelty of the situation gave her a strange sense of satisfaction. “Now, they’ll do anything to please you… because I told them to.”

Arya’s dominance was complete, and she revelled in it. But Arya wasn’t done pushing the boundaries. Arya pulled away from the scene in front of her and moved toward the wall. She had something hidden in her bag. From it, Arya retrieved a set of clamps and leather cuffs, her bratty side still evident.

“I’ve decided you two need to be bound,” Arya said, her tone almost playful now. Arya bound both women’s hands behind their backs, forcing them into even more submissive positions. Arya added a set of clamps to Ananya’s boobs.

The dominance Arya exerted over her mother and sister was relentless. She enjoyed every second of their discomfort. She turned back to me, her eyes locking with mine. “You’re going to help me finish this,” Arya said, her voice filled with command.

She hadn’t been as harsh on me because, deep down, she wasn’t really angry. In fact, there was a sense of complicity between us like she enjoyed having me as a part of her twisted game. “You’ve been good so far,” Arya said, stepping closer to me. “But now I want you to take control for a moment.”

She reached down and guided my hand to Ananya’s hair, the short, uneven strands that remained after Arya’s brutal haircut. “You’re going to pull her hair as hard as you can,” Arya whispered, “and I want you to enjoy it.”

I complied, grabbing Ananya by the hair and pulling her head back, causing her to let out of pain. Arya watched, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Good,” Arya purred. “Now, make her beg for more.”

Ananya, completely at Arya’s mercy, did as she was told, her voice shaking as she whispered, “Please…”

Arya’s grin widened. “Louder, Didi. I want to hear you beg properly.”

Ananya’s voice rose, filled with desperation as she pleaded for release. Arya, fully in control, watched with delight as her sister fell deeper into submission.

The night was nearing its peak. Arya wanted to end it on a note that none of them would forget. She stepped forward, her eyes blazing with a mix of satisfaction and dominance.

“Now,” Arya said, “I want one final act of submission from all of you.”

She took the bowl, the one that had been filled earlier, as part of Radhika’s task. Arya stood over Ananya, her sister trembling beneath her. Slowly, Arya poured my cum from that bowl all over Ananya’s naked body, coating her in a humiliating layer of liquid.

But Arya wasn’t done. She turned to Radhika, her mother now crawling on the floor like a broken animal. Her ponytail in her ass was swinging behind her. “Mom,” Arya said, her voice as sharp as ever, “you’re going to clean her up. And you’re going to use your tongue.”

Radhika, utterly defeated, obeyed, her face filled with humiliation as she began to lick the liquid off Ananya’s body. Cum was semi-dried, thicker till now. Radhika had to put effort into wiping out it completely. She was doing that no less a slave. She submitted her pride and ego completely.

The room was filled with the sound of Radhika’s submission and Arya’s laughter. As the night drew to a close, Arya stood tall, her dominance complete. Radhika and Ananya had been thoroughly broken, their spirits crushed under the weight of Arya’s relentless punishment.

But as she turned to me, Arya’s demeanour softened once again. “You’ve been good,” she said quietly, her eyes meeting mine. “I didn’t punish you because you didn’t deserve it. But now you know what happens when you keep secrets from me.”

With that, Arya’s dominant nature faded slightly, leaving behind a sense of satisfaction. The night had been brutal, but it had also solidified Arya’s position as the one in charge.

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Ever since my Mom permitted our maid Sejalben to have sex with me to cool her urges, Sejal has been on fire. She has not stopped keeping her hands off me. As soon as my parents left the house for their weekend trip, Sejalben grabbed me.

She took me to my room and started fucking me like a crazy woman.  I never knew this side of Sejalben. I always thought of her as a simple lady. But in all honesty, she was too wild and I was enjoying it.  We were sitting on the bed, kissing each other and laughing.

Sejal had fooled my Mom into letting us sleep together. My aunt knocked on the door. I opened the door, and she stormed in. “What the fuck are you doing, Beta? We don’t earn by fucking. We earn by showing the world our fucks!” she said. She set up the camera and started recording.

Me and Sejal were about to start the action when my grandma called for some help. Chachiji left the room to help her, leaving me and Sejal alone with the recording camera. Sejal kissed me and said, “Let’s do this beta!” She opened her hair from the bun and pounced on me.

She took my dick and inserted it in her pussy. Up and down, she rode for a long time, by which I was tired and came inside her. Sejal was visibly angry at me and said, “Lavdu, we have to do more.”

“Sorry Sejalben. I think this is enough for today. Now let me have some sleep so that I can give you a good time tomorrow.”

“Okay, Saheb, if you say so. I will also go to sleep.”

“No, Sejalben, you can sleep with me here.”

“That’s so nice of you, Saheb.”

“I love you, Sejallben.”

“I love you too, Saheb!”

Sejal and I kissed each other and went to sleep. The next morning, I was woken up by my aunt. She slapped me and said, “Why were you sleeping with Sejal the whole night? Why did you keep the door open?”

“Why? What happened?”

“Your grandma saw you two sleeping together on the same bed and she also saw Sejal’s saree was on the floor. Now she is very angry at you. Go and talk to her.”

I put on some clothes and went to my grandma’s room to apologise to her. She was sitting on a chair and looked visibly angry. I said to her, “Dadiji, I am really sorry. I will not do this again. I will fuck Sejalben only after closing the door and not let her sleep on my bed again.”

“So you will fuck that maid again?”

“Yes, dadiji, Mom has given her permission to fuck me.”

“Does she give a massage?”

“Yes, but she has not massaged me.”

“Fine, call the maid, Sejal now. And you will also be present!”

My aunt had already woke up Sejal and she had dressed up in her gown. I told Sejalben that grandma was calling her and took her along with me. My grandma welcomed Sejal with open arms. She asked her to massage her legs and asked me to fuck Sejal while she was massaging her legs.

This felt awkward, but I obliged. I pulled up Sejal’s gown and entered her from behind. Sejal was massaging my grandma’s legs, and I was fucking Sejal. I had my eyes closed as I did not want to see my grandma looking at me. Finally, after I finished, grandma gave me and Sejal a kiss on our lips and let us leave.

My aunt was recording all of this. She was making an MMS out of all this so she could share on the internet and make money. My aunt smiled and said, “Good work, Beta. Now come with me for a fuck.”

“No bhabhi, he now mine. Ma’am Saheb has permitted me to fuck him. If you want to sleep with him, take permission from his Mom.” Sejalben held me tightly and started kissing me.

My aunt said, “Why are we fighting Sejal when we can both enjoy him at the same time? Let’s have a threesome.”

Sejal was a bit confused and said, “Means?” My aunt went closer and gave Sejalben a big kiss, and she, too, enjoyed it. “Sejalben, we three will have sex together. Now come with me to my room. My king-size bed will be perfect for this occasion.”

The ladies were in a hurry to fuck me. My aunt started kissing me on my lips. I could sense the cherry flavour of her lipstick. Sejalben was not in any mood to wait. She pulled down my pants and started sucking my dick. We undressed ourselves and lay on the bed to try different sex positions.

First position we tried was a double cowgirl. I laid flat on the bed while Sejalben pounced on my dick and my aunt squatted on my face. I started licking my aunt’s pussy and ass while Sejal was riding my cock. Sejal and my aunt started kissing each other.

All of us enjoyed this sex position. We were ready to try a new position. My aunt suggested ‘Doggy for three’ Sejal was again confused. My aunt placed her on the bed and bent over to suck her pussy. I knew what I had to do. I inserted my dick into my aunt’s asshole.

“Not my ass, you asshole. Put your dick in my pussy,” she yelled. I immediately removed my dick from her ass and put it inside her moist pussy. I enjoyed fucking my aunt while also playing with her silky hair. She gave Sejalben a suck of her lifetime.

Sejal was moaning the loudest among us three. She said, “Bhabhiji, you are very good at this. Beta, can you also do this for me?”

“I will try Sejalben”, I replied. All three of us came together.

We were already tired and decided to take some rest. My aunt asked me, “Oye, you have sex with Sejal. Still, you call her Sejalben. Why?”

“The same way I don’t call you Swati because I love and respect her. I don’t want our relationship to get spoiled by sex. I used to think of her as my elder sister or mother and continue to do so even after we started having sex.”

Sejal kissed me and said, “Beta, that’s so nice of you. I used to think of you as my son. But after we started having sex, I started to think of you as my new husband. But now, I will always treat you as my son, even while we have sex.”

My aunt laughed and said, “Baby, I used to think of you as my son. But after we started sleeping together, I always thought of you as my boyfriend. I think I will stick to thinking of you as my boyfriend. You can think of me as your girlfriend or your aunt. I don’t care as long as I get your dick!” and started kissing me.

“Let’s do ‘Pussy sucking switch’,” I said. I made Sejalben and my aunt stand against a wall and bend till their pussies. I first started sucking my aunt’s pussy and made her moan. She then proceeded to suck Sejalben’s pussy. She, too, started moaning loudly.

I kept switching between both the pussies, making them cum more and more. They finally cum on me, and I drank their love juices. By this time, my Mom had returned from her trip and she had heard the loud moans coming out of the ladies. She knocked on the door.

My aunt replied, “Ha bhabhi, coming out in 5 minutes.”

“Okay, bhabhi.”

All three of us quickly dressed up. My aunt went to meet my Mom. Sejalben and I sneaked out and went to the adjacent room, which was my bedroom. My aunt laughingly told my Mom that she was bored, and so was using a vibrator and hence the loud moans.

My Mom, too, jokingly said, “Oh bhabhi, if the battery dies out, you can use my son. Poor Sejal has been using my son to relieve her sexual hunger. Do you know where they are?”

“No idea, bhabhi.” My Mom called our names, and we came out of my bedroom.

Sejalben still had the messy hair from the threesome sex we had and was wearing a nightie. My Mom looked at us and said, “Sejalben, it seems my son has fulfilled all your urges.”

“Yes, ma’am saheb. He is a gem of a person. He always keeps me satisfied, and the way he respects women. He still calls me Sejalben even after I have slept with him many times.”

My Mom smiled and said, “Well, let’s see if he still calls me ‘maa’ after what I am about to do with him.” My Mom snatched my hand and dragged me to her room. I pleaded with her to stop whatever she was about to do. She winked at Sejalben and my aunt latched the door and came onto me.

What happens between me and my Mom in the closed room will be shared in the next part of this story.

Hello friends! In the previous part, I said that I had booked a sex video call and how I found out that I was watching my uncle and aunt having sex.

I introduced them to you in the previous part. Also, I had told about the body structures of them in the previous part. So let the story continue further.

That whole day everything remained normal. After dinner, everyone went to their rooms. I stayed in my room for some time.

Some time later, I went to my uncle’s room and slowly knocked on the door. Uncle opened the door. I went inside. My uncle was only in shorts. His erect dick was showing that he was not wearing underwear. My aunt was under the blanket. It looked like they were going to have sex. Aunt’s saree and petticoat were visible to me even from the side of the blanket.

Uncle: Rohan beta, what are you doing here?

Me: Actually uncle, I have something to tell you.

Uncle: Yes, tell me.

Me: I came to know last night that you two were having sex on a video call.

Both of them were very worried. Both were looking at each other.

Me: But uncle, why do you do all this?

Uncle: Look son, we are not doing it for money. But sometimes, we do all this just to pass the time.

Me: But, why all this?

Uncle: This is how we get to see the lust of the boys and the girls. And I got double the fun by fucking your aunt, thinking of them.

Me: You guys want to make your sex more exciting. So, why don’t you take help from someone else?

Aunt: What are you saying? Should we have sex with some stranger? What about our safety of identity? What if he record a video of us?

Me: Okay, that is your concern. What if the third person is from the family?

Aunt (surprisingly): What do you mean?

Me: After watching you two having sex yesterday, I masturbated thrice only with your thoughts.

Aunt: What are you saying?! You are like my son.

Me: Then why did you agree to have sex in front of me in a video call yesterday?

Neither of them said anything. They were just looking at each other.

Me: That means by thinking of me, you wanted to fuck my uncle. Then, what is the problem if I fuck you?

My uncle thought a little. Then he pulled my aunt’s blanket. Aunt was lying completely naked! She was surprised. She tried to cover her boobs and pussy with her hands. But her big boobs could not be covered with just one hand.

I quickly went to bed. And from the sides, I started pressing both the boobs of my aunt. Aunt first tried to separate me a little. But after some time, she dropped her hands. My uncle also started licking my aunt’s pussy. I started sucking her boobs. I was very excited and that was why I bit her nipples in between. ‘Ouch’ sounds came out of her mouth.

After some time, my uncle asked me to lick my aunt’s pussy. I came there and started licking my aunt’s pussy. Her pussy became completely wet and was also hot. Then I started moving my tongue into her pussy.

Uncle came and sat on his knees above aunt’s face. He inserted his dick into my aunt’s mouth. Aunt started sucking his dick. After some time, I went and sat down beside my aunt’s face. My aunt started sucking my dick. For the first time, any woman was sucking my dick.

Uncle came and inserted his dick into aunt’s pussy. Uncle started fucking aunt slowly. Here, aunt was sucking my dick. After a few minutes, I lied down on the bed. Then my aunt stood up, rode on my couch, and inserted her hot pussy on top of my dick. She soon started riding on my dick by moving her waist.

My uncle was sitting in the chair and was shaking his dick. Aunt was moaning loudly. This went on for a while. Then uncle was going to fuck aunt. Then I said –

Me: Aunt, I have a request.

Aunt: What?

Me: Can we have sex in the hall?

Aunt: What are you saying? What will happen if someone sees us in that condition?

Me: Everyone will be in deep sleep now.

Aunt: Still, we cannot take the risk.

Me: How can we enjoy sex if we don’t take a little risk?

Uncle: Yes, let’s go.

Due to the coercion of both of us, aunt finally had to obey. We then opened the door and went into the hall. There was darkness in the hall. I switch on the light.

Aunt: Why are you keeping the light on?

Me: Without light, how can I enjoy your wonderful body?

Uncle then lied down on the floor. Aunt sat on her knees and started up and down on top of Uncle’s dick. I stood up in front of my aunt and inserted my dick into her mouth. For a few minutes, my aunt sucked my dick, and then she released my dick. Uncle then held aunt’s back and pulled her towards him. My aunt fell on top of my uncle.

I saw the moment and inserted my dick into the ass of my aunt. Aunt screamed so loudly that her scream was echoing throughout the house. I felt that everyone would wake up. But no one came. Now, I and uncle started fucking aunt together.

Aunt’s moaning became louder as if she didn’t care about anyone anymore. I was also pressing her boobs and fucking her very hard.

After a few minutes, I lied down on the floor. My aunt started sucking my dick. Uncle inserted his dick into aunt’s ass and started fucking her. I held her head and was fucking her mouth vigorously. Then when I took my dick out of her mouth, she was breathing very fast.

I then stood up and my aunt also stood up. I held my aunt by her hips and lifted her to my lap. But it took some effort. The uncle caught her from behind. In this position, we both started fucking aunt. Aunt pushed her lips towards my lips. That lip-lock kiss can never be forgotten in my life.

But while having sex like this, my uncle ejaculated. His cum was leaking from aunt’s ass and had also fallen on the floor. I also made my aunt lie down on the floor and then started fucking her ass. After a few more shots, I, too, ejaculated. All my cum was in my aunt’s ass. As my aunt stood up, all my cum fell on the floor.

The aunt was not even able to walk correctly. So, she sat on the sofa. I fingered her pussy a little harder. That was when aunt’s water came out. My uncle and I took out the clothes from the bathroom and dried them. I took those clothes in the bathroom and dried them thoroughly. I came back to the hall. I kissed my aunt’s lips lightly. Then uncle came and supported her by the shoulders and started going to his room.

I was sitting on the sofa. Those people entered the room and closed the door. Then I went to my room. While I was closing my door, the sound of closing the door came again.

I felt a little strange. Because my uncle had already closed the door. But I didn’t think much. I locked the door of my room and went to sleep.

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Greetings, everyone, bitches and horny dogs! I hope you’re all doing well.

In the last part, you read about the intense connection. I reached forward, gently tangling my fingers in her hair and pulling her back to see her face. Her expression was one of ecstasy. Her mouth was slightly open, eyes fluttering closed, and tears rolling down her cheeks with each surge of pleasure.

The bond between us deepened with every movement. I whispered to her, inviting her to express her desire. She responded with heartfelt pleas, her voice trembling, begging for me to fulfil her needs.

If you haven’t read the earlier parts, I highly recommend returning to the beginning of the story. Now, let’s pick up where we left off last time.

Her words sent a thrill through me. Driving me to thrust deeper and harder until she was sobbing with every stroke. I responded by moving with tenderness. Every thrust was evidence of the love and desire we shared. I fucked her ass hard with no mercy.

Each thrust sends a ripple of pleasure through both of us. As we moved together, the intensity built, but so did the tenderness. Her body moulded to mine, and our movements synchronized. As if we were two parts of a whole, brought together in a moment of pure, unadulterated love.

I could feel her body tightening, the tension building as she neared another climax. I reached between her thighs. Finding her clit and rubbing it in time with my thrusts, pushing her closer to the edge. She finally peaked.

It wasn’t just an orgasm. It was a release of everything we had been holding inside, a beautiful, shared experience. She cum with a scream, her entire body convulsing as the orgasm wracked her. Her pussy clenched around my fingers. Her ass tightened around my cock as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

Her cries echoed through the room. And still, I didn’t stop. I continued to fuck her, to push her further. She was a trembling, incoherent mess beneath me. Only then did I pull out. Flipping her onto her back and plunging my three fingers into her pussy.

Ammu’s mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ as I filled her pussy. Her body was still quivering from the aftershocks of her previous orgasm. I set a relentless pace. My thumb pressed her clit, and my finger slammed against hers. She bent at her waist and held my back.

At the same time, she cum again, her nails raking down my back. She screamed my name. Her body clenched around me in a way that made it impossible to hold back. With a final, deep thrust, I took out my finger. I slept over her and held her close to make her feel relaxed.

Our bodies were entwined. Her breaths were still shallow and fast as she was still high in passion. She turned to look at me, her eyes soft and filled with love. I knew that, at that moment, I had made her feel something special. We stayed like that for a moment.

I could feel the warmth of Ammu’s breath against my chest. The rapid rise and fall of her body slowly began to calm as she nestled closer to me. There was a quiet stillness in the room. A pause in the storm that had just raged between us. But the night was far from over.

The room, with its dim ambient light and the array of toys and tools, seemed to whisper promises of more. My fingers traced patterns along Ammu’s spine, feeling her shiver at the touch. But even in the calm, I could feel that familiar stirring within me.

That insatiable hunger that had only been momentarily appeased. I rolled onto my side, gently guiding Ammu to lie on her back. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting mine with a look of exhaustion and anticipation. The soft light cast shadows across her body.

Highlighting every curve, every dip, and every swell of her flesh. I leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then her lips. Pulling back just enough to see the expression in her eyes. “We’re not done yet,” I murmured, my voice low and filled with a dark promise.

Ammu’s breath hitched slightly. She was still not revived from our intense lovemaking. Her body had just begun to relax, but I could see the flicker of desire reignite within her. She gave a small nod, a silent acquiescence to whatever I had planned next.

I slid my hand down her body, feeling the way her muscles tensed in anticipation. I again took a dark blindfold on the bedside table and tied it around her eyes. Her chest rose faster as her other senses heightened. I wanted to make sure this night lingered in her memory.

I again secured the handcuffs around her wrists, locking her to the headboard a second time. Her body was now completely exposed to me, vulnerable, and entirely at my mercy. I could feel the tension in her muscles but she did not speak.

I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Tonight, you’re mine, Ammu. Every inch of you belongs to me. I will treat you and punish you as I please.” She shivered, her lips parting. But I silenced her with my touch, trailing kisses down her neck, licking and nipping at her skin.

I took my time, savouring her reactions as her pulse quickened beneath my tongue. My hands moved lower, skimming over her breasts, pausing to squeeze each nipple. Ammu arched off the bed, her soft, needy moans filling the room. I continued my journey down her body.

Leaving a trail of kisses until I reached her inner thighs, feeling the heat radiating from her. The wetness between her legs told me how much she wanted this. But I wasn’t going to give her what she wanted just yet. I wanted to draw this out to make her squirm and beg for release.

I reached over to the tray of toys and picked up the WHIP, feeling the supple leather against my palm. Ammu tensed as she heard the faint rustle of the whip, her body on high alert. I guided her to roll over onto her abdomen, her beautiful ass now in full view.

I brought the whip down on her ass. I trailed the whip over her swollen ass, teasing her before delivering the first strike. The first touch of the whip was a light, teasing stroke, just enough to make her gasp. Her hips jerked at the sudden sensation.

The next strike was harder, drawing a cry from her. I watched as a faint pink mark bloomed on her skin, a reminder of my control over her. I continued to trail the whip over her body. Dragging the leather across her thighs and her back.

I rolled her over and brushed the whip across her stomach and her breasts. Ammu’s breathing grew more erratic, her body straining against the handcuffs. I brought the whip down again, this time with a bit more force. Her moan was low, filled with both pleasure and pain.

I could see the way her body responded to the mixture of sensations. She was on edge, caught between wanting more and wanting it to stop. But I wasn’t going to let her make that decision. I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear once more. “Do you like that, Ammu? Do you like being at my mercy?”

She nodded frantically, her voice trembling as she whispered, “Yes, please, I need more.” Her words ignited a deeper need within me—a desire to push her further and see just how much she could take. I commanded her to turn over into a doggy position, and she obeyed.

Her body was trembling with anticipation. I continued to tease her ass with the whip. Her body responds with desperate, needy energy. I could see her struggling, wanting me to slow down. But I wasn’t in the mood for mercy.

“Does it hurt, Ammu?” I asked, my voice low and commanding. She nodded, her breath shaky. “Please, slow down,” she pleaded, but I only smiled, bringing the whip down again.m “If you want me to ease up, you’ll have to beg for it,” I growled, watching as her resolve crumbled.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Please, I beg you, slow down.” I slowed, hitting her. I could see the wetness between her legs and the way her pussy clenched in response to the stimulation. It drove me wild with the need to take her. But first, I wanted to see her break.

Seeing her so open and willing drove me wild. I reached for a larger anal plug, coating it with lube and pressing it against her tight entrance. Ammu’s breath caught, her muscles tensing, but she didn’t resist. Slowly, I worked the plug inside her, feeling her body tighten around it and adjusting its thickness.

Her moans grew louder as the sensation built. I could see the tension in her muscles and the way she was struggling to hold on and keep herself together. I pushed her closer to the edge. I brought the whip down on her ass again, harder this time. She cried out, her back arching as she clenched around the plug.

Her moans were desperate now. Her body was trembling with the effort to hold back and keep herself from falling over the edge. I continued to whip her. Her back arched as she clenched around the plug. Each stroke of the whip sent ripples of pain and pleasure through her.

She wanted to slide onto her abdomen to escape the relentless whipping, but I wasn’t done with her yet. “Stay in position,” I commanded, my voice firm. “You’ll take every stroke in this position.” She nodded, biting her lip as she fought to stay in place. Her ass high in the air as I continued to whip her.

The combination of the anal plug and the whip was driving her wild. Each strike made her cry out, her body writhing in response. Finally, I removed the plug, and Ammu let out a choked sob of relief. Her body collapsed onto the bed, and her lower body hung over the bed.

But I wasn’t done with her yet. I reached for the dildo. Grabbing the dildo, I knelt and spread her thighs. Opening her pussy and sliding the dildo into her soaked pussy with a rough, determined thrust. It made her scream in response. Her hips bucked again,

She quickly shifted back into a doggy position, her body writhing in pleasure. I came beneath her, my hands and mouth working in tandem. I twisted her clit with my thumb and licked it with my tongue. All while thrusting the dildo inside her.

Her body was straining against the handcuffs as I fucked her with the toy. Driving her higher until she was on the verge of breaking. I fucked her with the dildo. Her body trembled with each thrust. She let out a desperate request. “Please, can I have the anal plug?”

Her voice was thick with need, her body aching for more. But instead of the plug, I reached for a large vibrating dildo. Coating it with lube, I pressed it against her tight entrance. Her breath caught as she realized what I was about to do. I pushed the dildo inside her, feeling the resistance as her muscles tightened.

Ammu gasped, her body trembling. I turned on the vibrator, the sensation overwhelming her. She struggled beneath me, her body writhing. I fucked her pussy with the dildo while the vibrating toy filled her ass. The mixture of sensations was driving her to the brink.

Her moans were growing louder and more desperate. I returned to my position beneath her, my tongue flicking over her clit, licking. I thrust the dildo in and out of her. Ammu’s body was straining against the handcuffs. Her pleasure was mounting with each stroke and each flick of my tongue.

“Come for me, Ammu,” I commanded, my voice dark and filled with authority. “I want to feel you come all over this toy.” Her body was shaking due to intense pleasure and build-up orgasm. She let out a soft plea. “Please, increase the speed,” she begged, her voice thick with desire.

Her body was sensitive, every nerve ending tingling. But instead of granting her request, I smiled wickedly. I began to slow the thrusts of the dildo, making each one deep and deliberate. Ammu’s frustration was palpable. She groaned in protest.

Her hips instinctively pushed back against the toy, trying to force it deeper and faster. “Why are you teasing me?” She gasped, her voice trembling with desperation. “Please… go faster!” Ignoring her plea, I watched as her frustration grew. Her body squirmed as she struggled to take control.

Thrusting her pussy harder against the dildo. Her need was overwhelming, and her desire to be taken over the edge again consumed her. I let her continue for a moment until she was nearly out of her mind with need. Then, with a thoughtful pause, I stood up, leaving both dildos in place.

Her face flushed with confusion and desire. I reach for the feather attached to the whip. Slowly, I began to trail the soft feather over her pussy lips, teasing and stimulating her with the lightest of touches. Ammu whimpered, her body on fire as the delicate caress contrasted with the fullness inside her.

The teasing drove her wild. Her hips buckled more as she pleaded for more. I increase her anal dildo speed, and her body starts moving more. “Please, I need more and harder,” she cried out, her voice breaking with urgency. “Increase the speed in the pussy. I can’t take it anymore!”

I let her plea hang in the air for a moment before finally relenting. “Alright, Ammu,” I murmured, a smile playing on my lips. “You’ve earned it.” I repositioned myself beneath her. Gripping the dildo in her pussy and removing it briefly. Teasing her with the absence before thrusting it back in hard and fast.

The intensity of the motion drove her mad. Her body convulsed. As I increased the speed, her moans grew louder. Her body arched with every deep thrust. I could feel her tightening around the toy and her orgasm building with each rapid stroke. The room was filled with the sounds of her ecstasy.

Her gasps and cries echoed around us as I pushed her closer and closer to the brink. “Come for me, Ammu,” I commanded, my voice rough with desire as I continued my relentless pace. “I want to feel you come. I want to hear you scream.”

And with those words, Ammu fell apart. With a final, powerful thrust, her body seized. Her orgasm crashed over her with the force of a tidal wave. Her body convulsed with the force of it as she screamed. She screamed my name, her voice raw with the intensity as she squirted.

Her pussy clenched around the dildo as she squirted. Her juices released over my face, and I fell on the bed, soaking the sheets beneath. I didn’t stop, prolonging her pleasure. I continued to thrust the dildo into her, prolonging her release. Pushing her through wave after wave of pleasure.

She was completely spent, her body limp and trembling with the aftershocks. I keep holding the dildo in place till the last of her orgasm fades away. I first removed the anal dildo and finally pulled the pussy dildo from her. She collapsed onto the bed, her body limp and trembling.

She was a vision of exhausted beauty, her skin glistening with sweat, her hair tangled. I could see the hunger in her eyes, the desire for more. The need to be loved and cherished for whatever I had left to give. Her body was marked by whips of the passion we had just shared.

I removed the blindfold from her eyes and looked into her half-lidded eyes. Even in her exhaustion, I could see the hunger in her eyes. The desire for more, the need to be loved and cherished for whatever I had left to give. Without giving her a break, I leaned down, kissing her deeply.

My tongue explored her mouth with a slow, sensual intensity. She moaned into the kiss, her body relaxing beneath me, looking at me in desire again. Her eyes were glazed with a mixture of exhaustion and desire. I knew that we had reached the peak of our pleasure and that there was nothing left to hold back.

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

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

Me: Mera khayaal hai ki main teri wife Zoya ke sath wo sab na karu. Kyunki tu aur teri biwi ye sab karna chaalu kar diye hai. Aage jaa kar tum dono wo sab karoge, jo maine apni wife Ruksaar ke sath kiya hai.

Shabbir: Haa, aage jaa kar zaroor karenge, mujhe pata hai. Lekin meri khwahish hai na ki main meri biwi Zoya ko tujhse chudwa kar usko randi banau.

Me: Ok bhai, kar loonga. Teri biwi ko randi bana kar chod loonga.

Tabhi mere mobile par Zoya ka call aaya. Hum dono ke beech baatein hui. Pehle normal baat hui, baad mein Zoya ne atak-atak kar meri sex life ke baare mein jaanne ki koshish ki.

Zoya: Anwar Bhaiya, ek baat poochu, bura to nahi maanoge na?

Me: Haa poocho Zoya.

Zoya: Mujhe tumse ye baat poochni thi, ki tumhari sex life kaisi hai? Agar na batana chaaho to koi baat nahi.

Me (Sharmate hue): Mujhe to tumne ek-dum se aisa sawaal pooch liya, ki main kya batau. Meri sex life, bilkul bhi achi nahi hai.

Zoya (Hairani se): Aisa kyun laga tumhe. Akhir kya kami hai Ruksaar mein?

Me: Usme to koi kami nahi. Jism acha hai uska. Sexy lagti hai. Lekin bistar mein co-operation bhi zaroori hai. Mujhe wo co-operate nahi karti. Jo mujhe pasand hai, waisa sex bhi nahi karti.

Zoya: Aakhir tumhe kya pasand hai? Mujhe batao. Agar ho sake to main help karungi. Ruksaar ko samjhaungi.

Me: Pata nahi main tumse, ye kaise kahu.

Zoya: Bindaas ho kar keh do. Khul kar baat karne se raasta nikalta hai.

Me (Atak-atak kar kaha): Mujhe na rough sex. Buri tarah karna aur to aur gaali dekar, sun kar sex karna pasand hai. Waisa sex Ruksaar nahi kar sakti.

Zoya (Gusse mein daant-te hue kaha): Kitna safed jhooth bol rahe ho Anwar. Jaisa sex tum keh rahe ho, waisa to wo karti hai na.

Me: Kya matlab? Kisne bataya tumhe?

Zoya: Kisi ne nahi bataya.

Me: Aaj to Ruksaar ki khair nahi. Isi ne bataya hai tumhe.

Zoya: Ruko! Usne kuch nahi bataya. Maine tumhare mobile se videos dekh li thi kal raat ko.

Me: Acha, sach mein, sab dekh liya?

Zoya: Bas 3 videos dekhe. Jisme tumne Asma, Reshma, aur mujhe soch kar sex kiya hai, Ruksaar ke sath.

Me: Sorry Zoya. Agar tumhe bura laga to. Bas fantasies ke liye kar lete hai.

Zoya: Sorry mat kaho. Video dekh kar khud mujhko mood hone laga. Aisa sex to maine bhi nahi kiya Shabbir ke sath.

Fir hum dono ke beech aur bhi baatein hui. Hum dono rozana, sex ke baare mein hi baatein karte. Ek-doosre ke kareeb aane lage.

Zoya aur Shabbir ki sex life bhi achi hone lagi. Un dono ne Anal sex bhi kar liya tha. Ek din Zoya ne keh diya ki wo mere sath bhi sex karna chaahti thi.

Lekin apne pati Shabbir ko dhokha nahi dena chaahti. Tab maine usko bata diya ki Shabbir kya chaahta tha. Ye sab jaan kar usko tasalli hui aur hamne hotel mein milne ka plan kiya.

To hum teeno 2 din ke trip ke liye Mysore ko nikal pade. Wahan par hamne ek room liya. Hum log fresh ho kar baahar ghoomne bhi gaye. Har jagah mere sath Zoya rehti, aur Shabbir akela rehta.

Jaise ki main aur Zoya husband-wife the aur Shabbir hamara driver. Shaam ko jab hum room mein aaye, Zoya ne Shabbir se kaha ki-

Zoya: Main yahan sirf Anwar ke sath sex karungi. Tumhare sath wapas ghar jaa kar. Waise bhi tumhe dekhna hai na, ki Anwar mujhe randi bana kar kaise chodta hai.

Maine kaha: Zoya suno to. Aisa mat karo mere dost ke sath. Uske sath bhi ek round kar lo. Hum teeno yahan enjoy karne aaye hai.

Firse Zoya ne kaha: Haa! lekin yahan par tum mere husband ho. Wapas ghar jaa kar hi isko chodne doongi.

Itne mein Shabbir ne keh diya ki: Jaisa Zoya chaahti hai waisa hi karenge.

Main aur Zoya sath mein nahane gaye. Wahan hum dono ne ek-doosre ko nehlaya. Jab Zoya ne sexy dress pehna (full body net dress wala. Meri wife ka dress, jo main laaya tha),

Maine usko meri taraf kheencha, aur bed par baitha ke uske saamne khada ho kar, apna lauda uske muh mein dekar kaha-

Me: Dekh mera lauda randi. Teri chut mein jaane ke liye tadap raha hai. Jaldi se isko muh mein leke choose.

Zoya mera lauda muh mein lekar choosne lagi. Fir main uska sar hatho se pakad kar, uske muh ko chodne laga. Mera poora lauda uske muh ke andar daal kar chodta, aur maine usko gaaliyan bhi di.

Me: Haa, meri chinaal hai tu. Ek din ki biwi nahi. Ek din ki randi hai tu meri. Chung mera lauda chinaal. Haraamzaadi!

Ye sab kehte hue maine uske muh ko chod kar uske muh ke andar mera saara paani nikaal diya. Jab usne mera saara paani chaat kar saaf kiya, tab Shabbir ne kaha-

Shabbir: Zoya! Tumne to kabhi mujhe muh mein out hone nahi diya, aur na mujhe randi, chinaal gaali dene di.

Tab Zoya ne Shabbir se kaha: Arre gaandu. Aaj tak maine sirf tujhse hi chudwaya hai. Jab main kisi aur se chudwa loongi, tabhi to na main randi banungi. Aaj tere dost Anwar ke sath chudwa kar main randi ban jaungi. Iske baad jab bhi tu chodega, mujhe randi, chinaal, kuch bhi keh sakta hai, aur mere muh mein bhi tera paani nikaal sakta hai. Ab ho gayi main asli randi, aur tu Anwar! Meri chut kaun chaatega harami? Aa kar meri chut chaat kutte.

Main jaldi se uski taango ko khol kar uski chut chaatne laga, aur wo gaaliyan dene lagi.

Zoya: Haaah! Chaat harami. Tere dost ki biwi ki chut chaat. Tere dost ki biwi randi hai. Chaat le meri chut. Haraamzaade! Chaat re kutte. Dekh kaise mera bhadwa pati dekh raha hai. Tu rukna mat. Meri chut ko chaat-te reh. Aaj meri chut ka paani chataungi tujhe.

Maine uski chut se saara paani chaat kar saaf kiya. Thodi der baad Zoya ne net dress ke upar hi Burkha pehan kar, Shabbir ke paas jaa kar uske kaan mein kuch kaha. Main araam se bed par baitha tha underwear mein. Shabbir apni biwi Zoya ka hath pakad kar mere paas laaya aur kaha-

Shabbir: Anwar! Isse milo. Ye meri biwi hai. Aaj isko tujhe de raha hu. Isko tu chod-chod kar randi bana de. Main aaj meri biwi ki dalali kar raha hu. Iski chut mein bahut garmi hai.

Mere ek laude se iska mann nahi bharta. Isliye main apni biwi ka dalaal ban kar tujhse chudwana chaahta hu. Isko randi bana kar chodna. Main yahin baith kar meri biwi ko chudwate hue dekhna chaahta hu.

Main uth kar Zoya ko kiss karne laga. Wo mujhe kiss karte hue mere laude ko underwear ke upar se hi touch karne lagi. Maine uske boobs ko zor se dabaya.

Fir usko peeche ghuma kar uski gaand par ek thappad maara. Fir uska burkha nikaal diya. Lekin hijaab ko rehne diya. Ab wo ghutno pe baith kar mera lauda muh mein lene lagi. Shabbir apne mobile se video bana raha tha, aur main uske gale mein lauda daalkar chodne laga.

Me: Aaaah chung saali raand. Aaj tera pati, tera dalla ban kar tujhe mere paas chudwane chhodh diya. Aaj teri chut ka bhonsda bana doonga. Meri personal rakhail banaunga tujhe. Chung mera lauda saali raand.

Fir maine uska hijaab bhi nikaal diya, aur usko bed par lita kar, uski chut mein lauda ghusa kar chodne laga aur wo boli-

Zoya: Haa, saale harami, chod mujhe. Randi bana de mujhe. Meri chut phaad de. Dekh kaise mera pati uski biwi ko chudwate hue dekh raha hai. Zor se chod harami ki aulaad. Randi bana de mujhe.

Wahan se Shabbir ne bhi kaha: Haa Anwar, chod meri biwi ko. Randi bana kar chod. Saali kutti ki chut mein bahut khujli hai. Aaj iski saari khujli mita de. Zor-zor se chod is randi ko.

Maine Zoya ko utha kar ghodi banaya aur peeche se uski chut mein lauda daal kar zor se 2 baar jhatka maara. Fir maine uski gaand mein lauda ghusa diya.

Me: Tu randi hai meri. Teri chut kya, teri gaand bhi maarunga chinaal bana ke rakhunga tujhe. Kutti, haraamzadi raand!

Mere sath Zoya bhi gaali dene lagi: Haa re madarchod, chod le, meri gaand bhi maar le. Mera bhadwe pati ko mujhe randi bante dekhna hai. Dekh kaise dekh raha hai mera gaandu pati. Aa idhar gaandu.

Dekh kaise tere dost ka lauda meri gaand mein ghus raha hai. Chod harami. Mere pati ke saamne meri gaand maar kar phaad de. Hmm chod, zor-zor se chod, aur zor se chod haraami kutte. Teri maa ki chut. Chod mujhe kutte. Teri kutti raand ki gaand phaad de.

Maine itni zor se uski gaand maari ki mera paani uski gaand mein hi nikal gaya. Fir Zoya ne apne pati ko chut aur gaand chatwa kar mera paani saaf karwaya.

Isi tarah hamne ek aur round sex kiya. Fir main aur Zoya ek doosre ki baahon mein so gaye. Shabbir ko Zoya ne uski legs ke paas sulaya. Subah uth kar Zoya ne Shabbir ko laat maar kar jagaya aur usko apne paon dabane ko kaha.

Jab Shabbir Zoya ke paon dabane laga, tab Zoya mere paon dabane lagi. Dabate-dabate wo mera lauda hatho mein lekar hilane lagi. Jaise hi mera lauda khada hone laga, wo mera lauda muh mein lekar chungne lagi. Fir main bhi uske muh ko chodne laga.

Zoya ne Shabbir ko kaha: Jab tak main iska lauda chungti hu, tu meri chut chaat kutte.

Ye keh kar usne Shabbir ka muh apni chut par rakh kar, apne paon se uska sar daba ke pakda, aur mera lauda chungne lagi. Maine uske muh ke andar apna paani nikaal diya, aur Zoya ne Shabbir ko chut ka paani chataya.

Uske baad hamne fresh ho kar naasta kiya. Fir hum ghoomne nikal pade. Raaste mein kayi baar Zoya ne mujhe hontho pe kiss kiya. Uske pati ko jalane ki koi kasar nahi chhodhi usne. Ye sab dekh kar mujhe gussa aaya, aur maine ek plan banaya. To be continued…

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Hi friend, I convinced Mom to kiss me on the lip for the TikTok video. Read the last part to understand.

The next morning before going to work, me and Mom browsed for new blouse designs for the next TikTok video. I found a beautiful sleeveless black blouse with a deep cut. I showed it to my Mom, Flora. She loved it.

Then I went to work, and in the evening after work, I bought the dress materials she needed. I came back home, and Mom was so happy to see me because our last video was still getting more views. She wanted to stitch the blouse immediately so that we could make the new video. I got a crazy idea.

Me: Mom, before taking the video, I think we need to practice.

Flora: What practice?

Me: We need to practice our act of kissing for the video.

Flora gulped her saliva and said, Can’t we do it without the kiss? I showed the same type of video without the kiss. There were no views at all.

Me: No kiss, no views, if you want views or not.

Flora: Yes, yes, I need views.

Me: Then shall we practice kissing?

Flora came close to me. We were both looking at each other.

Me: Let’s kiss on the cheeks first, so when we get comfortable with that, we can kiss on the lip.

Flora: Ok, then I kiss first.

Mom started kissing all over my face. Then I kissed all over her face. Then we both slowly kissed on the lips with a small peck. I was hugging Mom. My hands were on her ass. Then we slowly kissed again, this little bit deep. My dick started to rise. I tried to control my dick, but I couldn’t.

It started to poke Mom. We didn’t stop in the heat of the moment. We started to kiss more and more. Every second, it became more intense.

Me: Mom, I’m going to grab your ass.

Flora: what?

Me: It’s part of the act. It will give us more views. Don’t you want our video to be a little different from others?

She immediately accepted it. I grabbed her ass without any hesitation, and we started kissing again. We kissed for at least 5 minutes.

Mom stopped kissing and said that was a good kiss, honey. I never thought she would say that.

Flora: I never thought kissing lips felt so good.

I was shocked and asked if you had never kissed Dad on the lips before.

Flora: That drunkard never kissed me like this before.

Me: If you liked it, why don’t we kiss again?

Flora: Sure, honey.

We kissed again. This time was deeper, and my hands were crushing her booty like crazy, and she didn’t mind at all. After 5 minutes, we broke our liplock.

Flora: Is this kiss enough of our video?

Me: It’s more than enough, Mom.

We stopped hugging, and I removed my hands from my ass. Mom saw my bone in my pants, and as usual, she started teasing me.

Flora: Son, something entered into your trousers. It’s poking, see.

She pointed her finger towards my dick.

Me: Don’t tease me, Mom.

She started to laugh. My grown baby, come, let’s eat dinner. As we were eating dinner, Dad came back as usual. He was drunk as hell. He just went straight to the room and slept.

The only good thing about Dad is that after drinking, he goes straight to sleep. After dinner, Mom worked in my room to stitch her blouse. I was tired, so I told her to go to sleep. The next day was the same as usual. I went to work and checked my TikTok account to see whether it was monetized.

It was still pending. Afterwards, the parcel I ordered for the video came. It was a party eye mask. I didn’t want anyone to find our identity, so I bought it.

In the evening, after work, I came back home. Mom was excited to see me.

Me: What is it, Mom? Why are you so excited?

Flora: I finished the blouse. Look at this.

She showed me the blouse.

Me: That was fast, Mom.

Flora: Do you want to check it out?

Me: Yes.

We went to our room. She removed her nighty in front of me. She had a bra and pants inside. Mom wore the blouse on top of the bra, but that bra was not suitable for the blouse, so I told her to remove the bra.

She immediately removed the bra in front of me, showing off her big boobs and perky nipples. I got excited immediately, but I controlled myself. Then she wore the blouse again and the see-through saree. Mom looked like a Mallu lady, very hot.

Flora: Come on, son, let’s start making a video. I can’t wait any longer.

Mom was getting addicted to TikTok views. I fixed my phone in the stand, and I also got ready, then gave Mom the eye mask to hide our identity. We did the song ‘Sibling Sibling.’ Mom did everything just as I said. In the end, it’s time for kissing.

Me: Mom, till now while we practiced kissing, it was very soft. This time, kiss me vigorously, ok?

Flora: Like how?

Me: I will show you.

I came close to Mom, pulled her towards me, crushing her boobs on my chest. I grabbed her ass and kissed her as deeply as I could. After a few minutes, I stopped.

Me: Do you understand, Mom?

Mom was stunned by the kiss. She didn’t speak for a while.

Me: Mom, Mom, what happened?

Flora: Nothing. It just felt different this time.

Me: Do you like it?

Flora: yes.

Me: Then, shall we continue taking the video?

Flora: Let’s continue.

Started recording again. Mom came very close to me. We both grabbed each other and started kissing for the video this time. In the heat of the moment, I pushed my hand inside her panty, grabbing her naked ass. My dick was poking in between her legs.

We kissed for almost 10 minutes. It was all recorded on my phone. Mom came to her senses and all of a sudden stopped kissing.

Flora: That’s enough, right?

Me: Yes, Mom.

I stopped the recording. Mom’s face looked flushed. To make her go back to normal, I told her there was one more video.

Flora: What video?

Me: Dance video for your blouse. Don’t you want to show off the blouse you stitched?

Flora: Yes, I want to.

I recorded Mom for the Chikini Chameli song. She danced, showing off her cleavage as much as she could. After that, Mom became happy again after dancing, then we both ate food together, and Mom went to sleep. I edited both videos and posted them on TikTok.

While editing the kissing scene made me hard, I started stroking, thinking of Mom’s ass. After 20 minutes of continuous masturbation, I came on my hand, then I wiped it on a towel and slept.  Early in the morning, Mom came to my room to try to wake me up.

Me: A few more minutes, Mom.

I covered myself with a bedsheet and started to sleep again. Mom couldn’t wait. She got on top of me, pulled down the bedsheet, and shook me hard. I woke up and saw Mom was on top of me. She was sitting on my dick. She was so excited she didn’t notice it at all.

Me: What is it, Mom?

Flora: Look, our video got so many views.

Our ‘Sibling Sibling’ song video got so much more than 3 lakh overnight and is still increasing. In that video, my hands were inside her dress. I made sure it was clear in the video.

Flora: My dance video didn’t get that many views.

I looked, but it also got 90k views, which is not bad either.

Me: I told you right. This kind of video gets more views, Mom.

Flora: I never knew these kinds of videos got more views and likes.

Me: These kinds of videos are very famous nowadays, Mom.

Flora: Yes, beta, I believe you now. Hereafter,  I will do anything you say without any question.

Me: Do anything?

Flora: Yes, anything.

I grabbed Mom’s boobs and said, “Will you let me grab your boobs for a  video?” I could see the shock on her face, but she said yes. I squeezed her boobs without any hesitation.

Then I pulled Mom down. She fell over me, and I grabbed her ass and said, “Will you let me squeeze your ass for the video?” Mom immediately said yes.

I rolled her around, came on top of her, and kissed her on the lips. Squeezing her boobs with my left hand and pushing my hard dick between her legs above her dress.

Flora: Son, ahhh, is this ahhh for the video?

Me: Yes, Mom, for the video, will you let me?

Flora: Yes, yes, I will let you do anything for the video.

We kissed for at least 10 minutes. My hands were roaming all over Mom’s body. And I was rubbing my dick on her pussy. I think Mom reached an orgasm.

Flora: Honey, enough. Is this really for a video?

Me: Yes, Mom, we are going to shoot a Holi colour video.

Flora: Holi video, oh my god, it’s been ages since I celebrated Holi.

Mom was very excited. I was still on top of her.

Me: Mom, do you have a white saree?

Flora: Yes, I have an old one.

Me: Then shall we make a Holi video?

Flora loved my idea of making a Holi video. I went to the shop and bought coloured Holi powders and came back home. Mom was already wearing the whole saree with a white blouse.

Flora: Where are we going to shoot this video?

Me: I am thinking of shooting in the back of the house.

Trees fully surround our house’s backside so no one can see us.

Flora: Good idea. Let go.

Me: Can you remove your blouse?

Flora: Why, honey?

Me: In this video, you are going to be a statue.

Flora: I am a statue, huh?

Mom removed her blouse and bra in front of me, then covered her boobs with her saree. We went outside. I positioned my phone on a stand. Then I told Mom to raise her hands above her head and cross them.

Me: Stay still, Mom.

I took a bucket of water and poured it over Mom’s body, making her all wet. Her saree was clinging to her body, showing off her body everything. We both were wearing our eye masks so that no one could find out about us.

I started to record the video. I took some red Holi powder in both of my hands. I went behind Mom, rubbing over her boobs, squeezing them hard, leaving my handprint. Then I turned Mom around, showing her back to the camera. I placed my hands on her ass and squeezed them as hard as I could.

Mom stood like a statue and never said anything.

Me: Now, Mom, I will stand like a statue. You dance around me seductively, rubbing Holi powder over my body.

I’m wearing only a white pant, showing off my body as well. Mom started dancing around me. She rubbed Holi powder all over my body.
After a while, I said that’s enough, Mom. Mom stopped dancing.

I took some Holi powder and rubbed it all over her face. We started playing with colour powder. We both got fully covered with Holi powder. Afterwards, I told Mom.

Me: enough playing Mom, let wash and go. I have to edit the video.

Flora: Ok, ok.

I removed my pants and innerwear in front of Mom purposefully. She saw my dick naked and started washing myself. I acted like I couldn’t reach my back. Mom saw that.

Flora: Son, let me help you.

Me: No need, Mom. I can do it myself.

Flora: Come on, son, I am your Mom. Let me wash you. I used to bathe you when you were little.

Me: If you want to wash me, then you should let me wash you.

Flora: Ok, no problem for me.

Mom removed her saree and stood naked in front of me. Immediately, I said, “Let me wash you first.” I just went near Mom and started rubbing soap on her back with both of my hands.  I slowly moved my hand from back towards her ass, putting soap on her ass. My Mom sweats plumpy ass.

I felt like slapping it hard. Then I came close to her body, pressing my erect dick between her cheeks. I started rubbing on her belly region and slowly went upwards, grabbing both of her boobs. Squeezing Mom’s boobs is giving me a high temper.

Then I slowly lowered my right hand towards Mom’s pussy. She didn’t stop me. I think she also liked it. In pretend of rubbing soap. I was fingering Mom with my right hand and pressing her boobs with my left.

Mom started to moan. I immediately stopped fingering and told Mom to wash me. I can see a disappointment in Mom’s face.

But she started rubbing soap on my back, and then I turned, showing off my erect dick. Mom smiled, seeing my dick rubbed soap on my chest, then on my belly. Mom was staring at my dick the whole time. She slowly placed her hand on my dick and gently rubbed soap.

It was heavenly. Mom felt my dicks temper, and it was a handjob from my Mom. I couldn’t control myself. Mom, you are getting dry. I took some soap and started rubbing on her pussy. Mom immediately increased her grip on my dick. We both were pleasuring each other by pretending to help each other.

Mom started to moan again due to my fingering.

After 10 minutes, Mom released her orgasm all over my hand, and at the same time, I also cummed all over Mom’s hand.  I immediately hugged Mom and said that felt good, Mom. She also replied, I also like it, son. We both washed ourselves.

When I came inside our house, I thought Mom would be disappointed by our actions, but Mom acted like nothing happened.

Here, I stop the story. The next part is going to be crazy, guys. I’m going to Fuck My Mom, so stay tuned. If you want the next part, comment and like.

Hello friends! In the previous part, I told you how I convinced my uncle and aunt and had a threesome with them. The next day, after dinner, I went to my aunt’s room.

Me: Are you okay? You have not seen outside today.

Aunt: You and your uncle fucked me so hard yesterday that I couldn’t walk properly the whole day. That’s why I had to make the excuse of being unwell.

Me: We will do this even further, right?

Aunt: Absolutely. I had so much fun yesterday that I couldn’t explain it. Give me a few days to overcome the pain of my ass and then we will do it again.

Then I went to my room. There I masturbated thinking about my aunt and fell asleep.

Then 3 days later, at night, my eyes opened when someone knocked on the door. I opened the door, and dad was in front of me. Papa came inside. Our conversation happened like this –

Dad: I saw what you were doing with your uncle and aunt a few days ago.

Me (shocked and worried): Dad, actually…

Dad: But, how did you convince them?

Then I told the whole story to dad – all about the webcam call and then also the thing about that night.

Dad: Actually, I wanted to fuck Rani for the last 21 years. Since then, when she has been in our house. But I did not know that her thinking was like this.

Me: Do you still want to fuck aunt?

Dad: Can you arrange it?

Me: Absolutely. What will I get in return?

Dad: What do you want?

Me: I will tell you later. But when I ask, you should not disagree.

Dad: Okay.

The next day, due to some work of business, uncle had to go out of the station. Aunt’s pain had subsided. She was walking normally again. After dinner, I went to my aunt’s room.

Me: Can we do it today?

Aunt: Of course, we can.

Then I took off my t-shirt and pants. I lied down naked on the bed and kissed my aunt’s lips. Aunt was only in a nightie. Her nipples were visible over the nightie. After some time, I took off her nightie. We both got naked. Then I started sucking both her boobs. She started emitting deep sighs. Then I started pressing my aunt’s hips with both my hands. Her moaning was getting louder. I made her lay and started licking her pussy. I was also fingering her pussy while licking. Her pussy had become wet. She was pressing her boobs and was heating up.

Right then, I told her that there was a surprise for her. Aunt asked what the surprise was. So I told her to wait and came out of the room. Dad was waiting in my room. I called him who was wearing only shorts. I took off his shorts.

Then I took my dad to my aunt’s room. My aunt was fingering her pussy.

As my aunt looked at dad and she covered herself with a pillow. She was turning red in shame. Before I said anything, my dad went and sat beside aunt. Then he placed his hand on my aunt’s shoulder and said –

Dad: Rani, please don’t be shy. I have been lusting after you for 21 years. Today, my son has fulfilled my wish.

Aunt: But, you are my husband’s elder brother. How can I do all this with you?

Dad: If you can do it with my son, then why not with me?

Saying this, dad removed his hand from aunt’s shoulder and started moving it on her ass. Aunt was already hot there. That is why she couldn’t stop herself for a long time.

Aunt threw her pillow away and went to lock lips with dad. I again started licking my aunt’s pussy to make her hotter. After some time, my aunt started sucking my dad’s dick. She called me too and then started shaking my dick with one hand. Dad’s dick was slightly shorter. It was approximately 5.5 inches, but it was fatter and darker than mine.

After some time, my aunt started sucking my dick. Papa went behind and inserted his dick into aunt’s ass. Aunt looked at me and screamed, “Ouchhhh..”

Dad was very excited and had already started fucking aunt. Aunt, in her enthusiasm, inserted my entire dick into her mouth. Sometimes, my dick was going to her throat.

After some time, I rotated my aunt in the bed. Then I inserted my dick into her pussy and started fucking her. Dad again inserted his dick into her mouth. Meanwhile, I went and sat on the chair and my aunt sat on my couch, pushing her ass over my dick. Dad inserted his dick into her pussy.

Me: Looks like this slut is enjoying taking the double penetration.

Aunt: Yes, last day you and your uncle fucked me like that and I enjoyed it. Now, stop talking about this shit and fuck me harder, you motherfucker!

Along with fucking aunt’s ass, I was also pressing both her boobs hard and was kissing on her back. Where dad was kissing her lips along with fucking her pussy. Dad was fucking with great enthusiasm. That was why after fucking her like that for some time, dad ejaculated.

Then I again laid my aunt on the bed and started fucking her pussy. Dad was sitting on the chair and watching us. After some time, my aunt told me to remove my dick from her pussy as she would release water. Then I took out my dick and the water came out of her pussy rapidly.

After releasing the water, my aunt was also very tired. So, she took my dick in her mouth and started giving me a tremendous blowjob. My “Aah…” also kept coming out quite loudly.

After some time, my cum came out of her mouth. She ate my entire cum just like a pornstar.

We all lied down on the bed. We kissed each other. After some time, dad got up and went to his room, but I slept with my aunt in her room.

I will continue the story in the next part.

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She felt as if she were drifting through galaxies. Shooting stars illuminate her path after experiencing the most exquisite orgasm of her life. He was brushing her soft petal lips with his thumb, adoring her. She was lying naked on the bed. Just processing the events that have carried on till now.

He moved closer to her boobs and kissed the top of her pink tits. He was admiring the beauty of those pink tits as a crown jewel. He had seen many girls and slept with them, but no one was even near to her. He wanted to cherish the moment and make it remarkable.

But he didn’t know he had given her a lifetime memory. He took time sucking her tits. There were no teeth involved. He gave bites with his lips, and his tongue was doing all circles. She was getting wet, drawing her back to reality with pleasure.

He was rubbing his fingers over her pussy lips. He was so good with fingers. She felt an artist in him. He played just like one would use a guitar. She had been fucked brutally for 15 minutes, and her pussy was dripping his cum. She kept her hand on his chest.

She slowly moved it down to his belly and touched his cock, which was hard as a rock. She started stroking it hard. She pulled his uncut skin as below as possible and stroked it hard. She did it in pleasure and punishment for being so hard while fucking, though she had multiple orgasms.

He came after 10 minutes of stroking. It’s time for him to return the favour. She thought he would finger her hard and take revenge, But he went down, and his eyes were stuck on the gateway to heaven. He worshipped those gates with his lips, and he licked her for 20 minutes at regular intervals.

It’s the biggest session for her without orgasm. She couldn’t control it. She begged him to make her cum. But he continued to tease her. Finally, he fingered her fast. She was travelling faster than time. The pleasure has words to explain. She screamed “Daddy” and panted. Closed her eyes.

How It Started:

In the quiet corners of their digital world, where words flowed like ink on parchment, their connection blossomed. She is a tempest of determination and independence. He is a seasoned traveller of life’s twists and turns. Their age gap is a chasm bridged by shared interests and the allure of uncharted conversations.

The virtual stage was set, framed by pixels and illuminated by the glow of screens. Their initial encounter—a clash of literary swords—revealed their contrasting perspectives. The heroine, fiery and unyielding, criticized an author’s portrayal of a love triangle’s female character.

The hero, intrigued by her fervour, decided to play the devil’s advocate. “Ah,” he mused, “but you see, my dear, this celebrated author’s words have been etched into the minds of millions. Surely, such deliberation preceded each sentence.”

She is a medical student in bustling Bangalore. Her roots trailed back to Kerala’s lush greenery and dissected his arguments with precision. Her intellect danced across the digital expanse, leaving him both amused and captivated. And he, an artist and clandestine writer, revelled in her cerebral prowess.

Under the banter, a silent affection brewed—a recognition of kindred minds. He dropped hints, subtle as brushstrokes on canvas. His dominance, a whispered secret, revealed itself in the cadence of his sentences. She, perceptive beyond her years, sensed it—the quiet strength that lay beneath his playful facade.

To the world, she remained the enigmatic girl with an attitude. But in their clandestine chats, vulnerability seeped through the keystrokes. And so they continued, unravelling layers of themselves. Conversations flowed like monsoon rains, washing away pretence.

He admired her tenacity while she marvelled at his ability to paint emotions with mere words. Their shared passion for storytelling weaved an invisible thread, binding them across the digital abyss.

In the quiet hours, when the world slept, and dreams tiptoed, she confessed her fears—the weight of expectations, the burden of brilliance. He listened, his words a soothing balm. “You’re not alone,” he assured her. “Strength lies in vulnerability, and brilliance blooms in imperfection.”

And she, once the unyielding heroine, softened. Under the armour of defiance, she found solace in his acceptance. Their age difference blurred—a mere footnote in their shared narrative. For in the realm of pixels and prose, hearts recognized no calendar.

Their story, an unfolding manuscript, awaited its denouement. Would they remain confined to the digital ether? Or would fate conspire to merge their worlds beyond the screen? Only time, that elusive storyteller, held the answer.

And so they typed on, weaving their tale—one keystroke at a time. As the seasons shifted, so did the contours of their connection. What began as a dance of words in the virtual ballroom of shared interests soon transcended the boundaries of screens and keystrokes.

He, the artist with ink-stained fingers and a heart that painted emotions, found himself drawn to her resilience. Beneath her stubborn facade, he glimpsed vulnerability—a rare bloom in the arid landscape of their digital realm. The age gap, once a numerical curiosity, faded like footprints in the sand.

She, the medical student navigating the labyrinth of textbooks and stethoscopes, discovered solace in his words. His dominance, once a whispered secret, is now wrapped around her like a comforting shawl. Their late-night conversations became constellations—a map to uncharted territories of the heart.

And so they met, not in pixels or paragraphs, but on a rainy afternoon in Bangalore. The scent of wet earth clung to her skin, and he, the artist, stood there—a canvas waiting for her brushstrokes. His eyes held galaxies—the same ones they’d discussed under moonlit metaphors.

Their first touch, as electric as lightning, shattered the barriers of age and expectation. His hands, calloused from wielding brushes and pens, traced constellations on her skin. She, the girl who once wore defiance like armour, surrendered to the gravity of his touch.

In the quiet corners of cafes, they shared stories—their own and those of forgotten poets. He recited verses, and she dissected metaphors. Their laughter echoed, a symphony of souls finding harmony. The world blurred—their pasts, their futures—until only the present remained.

He, the decade-older artist, whispered promises against her lips. “I’ll paint you,” he vowed. “Not on canvas, but in the hues of every sunrise.” She, the girl who defied conventions, leaned into his embrace. “And I,” she replied, “will write you into existence—a novel of love and defiance.”

Their love, a masterpiece in progress, defied logic. It bloomed in the crevices of their differences—the ink stains and stethoscopes, the rain-soaked streets and moon-kissed nights. They were no longer characters in a digital dialogue. They were protagonists in their own story.

And as the monsoons returned, they danced—a tango of vulnerability and passion. Age became an afterthought, and love, an uncharted territory they explored with trembling hands. The heroine shed her armour, and the hero discarded his brushes.

Together, they wove a narrative—a symphony of hearts that dared to defy time. And so, their relationship evolved—a collision of ink and stardust, pixels and poetry. They became more than words—they became a love story etched into the fabric of the universe.

Him: (leaning against the bar) Favorite colour?

Her: (smiling) Rosy.

Him: (grinning) Dream destination?

Her: (eyes sparkling) Constellations.

Him: (raising an eyebrow) Coffee or tea?

Her: (playfully) Caffeinated.

Him: (leaning closer) Sunrise or sunset?

Her: (tilting her head) Both.

Him: (whispering) Love?

Her: (tracing his palm) You.

Him: (heart racing) Always?

Her: (kissing him) Forever.

Him: (gazing at the stars) Cosmic witnesses.

Her: (smiling) Our love story.

Him: (pulling her close) Naughty secrets.

Her: (winking) Witty banter.

Him: (voice low) Romantic whispers.

Her (hand in his) Ageless hearts.

Him: (under the moon) Eternity.

Her: (whispering) Tango of forever.”

“And now, let’s waltz through deeper waters. Tell me, what’s your relationship status?”

Her: Currently single, but I’ve danced with love before.

Him: Ah, past relationships?

Her: “A few. Some sweet waltzes, others fiery tangos. Each left its mark.

Him: And your take on women’s equality?

“Equality isn’t a dance. it’s a symphony. We all play different instruments, but the music should harmonize.”

Him: Feminism?

Her: It’s the choreography of justice. Breaking old steps, creating new ones. A revolution on tiptoe.

Him: Lesbianism?

Her: It’s a duet—a secret pas de deux. Love unbound by gender, hearts pirouetting.

Him: And the dance of dominance and submission?

Her: Ah, that’s complex. Sometimes we lead, sometimes we follow. It’s about trust, consent, and finding rhythm.

Him: Our dance, then?

Her: Let’s improvise. No choreography, just us.

Her: Sunset or sunrise?

Him: Sunrise. It’s like a fresh start every day.

Her: What’s your guilty pleasure song?

Him: Definitely ‘Careless Whisper’ by George Michael. Yours?

Her: If you were a dessert, what would you be?

Him: I’d be a warm chocolate lava cake—melting hearts since ’92.

Her: What’s your favourite childhood memory?

Him: Building pillow forts with my siblings. Yours?

Her: If you could time-travel, which era would you visit?

Him: The Roaring Twenties. Flapper dresses and jazz—what’s not to love?

Her: What’s your go-to dance move?

Him: The awkward shuffle. But I promise I’m better at slow dancing.

Her: What’s the most romantic place you’ve ever been?

Him: A secluded beach in Bali, under a sky full of stars.

Her: Describe your dream date in three words.

Him: Candlelit, laughter-filled, unforgettable.

Her: What’s your favourite love poem?

“Pablo Neruda’s ‘Sonnet XVII.’ It’s pure magic.”

Her: If we were characters in a movie, what genre would it be?

“Definitely a quirky indie rom-com.”

I am sure many of you would have stopped midway and felt it boring. I wrote this story to like-minded ppl who will see the beauty of the story. Waiting for your response. You know where to contact me: [email protected].

Hello, this is Vivek back with a bang. I used to write on Indian Sex Stories for a long time but had deactivated the account for some reason. Now I am back to writing this steamy sex story about me and a reader of my sex stories. I am a young business person owning a small firm.

I love writing erotica, sexting, pleasuring ladies through steamy roleplays and a lot more online. In real life, owing to work, I travel a lot. So I find less time. But when I hook up, I like to keep it as spicy as it can get. I have a wide range of kinks and love to keep my mind open and get to know what my partner wants.

Let’s get to the story now. This is a steamy tale. I pleasured a reader of my sex stories through a BDSM session. It involves various kinks, from tieing up, edging, spanking, and whipping to humiliation and semi-public play. It involves lots of kinky action and pure, elaborate, sensual fun.

Neha, a middle-aged lady, was an ardent reader of my stories. She was single but had a good experience of physical intimacy. She had recently started gaining interest in BDSM and was getting familiar with the aspects. That is when she came across one of my stories.

She liked the writing and the kinks that were involved and decided to write me an email. She expressed her feedback on the story through the email. She also explained how she wishes to explore more of BDSM. I am always elated to receive such positive feedback.

We started chatting after the initial formalities. I was happy that she appreciated the details that I had written in the story. We got to talking on Google chat. The initial chats were just about experiences and how she was now seeking to try out BDSM. But she was not getting any good leads.

I explained to her how proper communication is necessary in such situations. Understanding what the partner wants and bringing each other on the same plane helps in getting into a good kinky situation. I proceeded to ask her what roles she finds herself suitable for.

Without wasting a minute, her reply came that she was a pure submissive who wished to be dominated. She is a very confident and dominating person otherwise. But in bed, she feels like someone should take control over her. We then proceeded to understand each other’s kinks and limits.

She said that most of my kinks were hers as well and that she had a few soft limits. Her hard limits were extreme stuff like violence, etc, which were mine too. When she finished explaining her limits, I decided to make a bold move. “Get on all fours in bra and panties and describe yourself to master.”

I didn’t know how she would react to this, but I had a pretty positive feeling. Not long after, I received a detailed reply. “I take off my t-shirt and fold it and keep it away. I unbuckle my jeans and take them off. I step out of them and stand in front of you in just my black lace bra and dark red cotton panties.”

I was so excited to read her description of herself. “I am not very tall but not very short either. My skin tone is fairer than average Indians, dark black hair past my shoulder, red lips, black eyes, 34D Boobs that jiggle a lot with brown nipples. I am curvy with a round ass. I usually keep a trimmed pussy. You can say I am thick but not very chubby.”

The description itself was enough to get anyone excited. She sounded gorgeous! The initial dialogue slowly turned into our very first sexting roleplay. It ended with both of us cumming while playing with ourselves while chatting. That was the start of our chats.

We talked a lot about sex and fantasies. I introduced her to various kinks and also explained how they go about. Slowly she started opening up to me and got very free. We also talked about daily lives and connected in general. I decided to take things to the next level.

I asked her if she would like to obey tasks that I give by text or call. She had never tried it, so she was not very sure about it. But anyway, she decided to give it a shot, first on chat. I started with really simple tasks. I asked her to strip to her panties and sit on her knees as she talked to me.

She said she did it. I replied and gave her a precise instruction to play with her breasts. (Not mentioning it here. Connect with me if you wish to know!) She replied in excitement. I gave her a few more instructions. It involved her playing with her breasts, not in the way someone usually does.

She said her panties were drenched already. She was immensely enjoying being controlled like this. I then gave her some instructions that involved touching herself, but I didn’t let her cum. I wanted to test her control. She was begging to cum. It made me understand that she was into it and was obeying.

The chats slowly turned into calls and then video calls. We were pretty open with each other and trusted that we would respect each other’s limits. We tried a variety of kinky tasks and dares involving a lot of household stuff as props. One fine day, we decided to take it up a notch.

We decided to meet up at a commonplace. I was visiting her city for my business work and decided to stay a bit longer. She agreed to the meet-up on the condition that we would first have dinner at some restaurant and then spend the night together. We decided on various things that we would try out.

The day finally came. We were meeting in a restaurant. I had reserved the table and was waiting for her. I was wearing a black shirt and jeans. I had ordered some basic food before she came. She entered the restaurant. She was wearing a white top, which was a bit tight around her round melons and a denim skirt.

Just as we had decided, she was looking gorgeous. She stepped in, and I stood up and hugged her to greet her. She must have smelt my musky, manly cologne. I hugged her and whispered in her ear. “Welcome to the sexy night. I hope you are ready!”

She gulped down and replied, “Yes, I am. Show me what you have got.” She smiled and sat down. I stared at her as we spoke. We had some small talk and got comfortable first. We had decided what the safeword would be and what she was open to doing. So, the scene was already set.

The first course was served and we sat back waiting for the second. I messaged her on her phone. “Keep your panties on the table once the table is cleared.” I messaged her and then physically pointed out to her to check the message. I did so to do it differently instead of telling it out loud.

I could see her blush as she read the message. She typed in “Okay, Master” and a winking smile. The waiter cleared the table and went to get us the next course. She swung into action. The skirt allowed her to peel off the panties from her crotch easily. She kept them on the table.

Dark red lace panties were now on the white table. “Good! Now, wear them back before the waiter gets here!” I decided to play her. She quickly picked them up and hurriedly tried to pull them up, but they got stuck in her ankles. The waiter came with our order.

She was caught like a deer in the headlights. She stayed calm. The table was well covered, so the waiter must not have seen it. He served and went away. I could see her excitement and anxiety when she pulled her panties up as soon as the waiter left.

We started eating. I took off my fancy slipper and slowly put my foot on her foot. I traced her calf with my toes and slowly slid my foot up to her thighs. I spread her legs under the table with my foot. I gently rubbed my foot in between her thighs. I made sure my toes touched her intimate areas.

I stared at her as we both ate. She was red with blushing and also seemed pretty excited. We were done soon. The entire while, I had my foot around her crotch, touching her intimately with my toes. The waiter asked if we would like any dessert. “Please pack a double scoop of coffee choco delight ice cream,” I said.

He brought it along with the bill. We headed out. We were going to spend the night at a hotel very close by. We walked there, discussing lots of stuff en route. We reached the elevator and got in. I held her skirt up and touched her ass over the panties.

“It’s been so much time since I have just seen this. I never got to touch it,” I whispered in her ear and bit her earlobe gently. “I am all yours, Daddy,” she whispered, knowing that I enjoyed such submission from her side. The elevator opened on my floor. We were in the room.

I locked the room and turned around, and the sight made me too horny! Neha had bent down. She was on all fours, her skirt lifted, exposing her round ass covered by the panties. She wiggled it as if inviting me. “You said you wanted it badly. Here I am,” she said, looking back.

I walked close to her. The parcel from the hotel was in my hand. “Babe, I need to finish this first!” I said. I squeezed her ass while bending down and slapped it hard. I slapped her ass and squeezed it tight. “Drop that dress, just get in your bra and panties and lay down on the bed, baby girl!” I said as I slapped her ass.

I quickly changed into shorts and a T-shirt as she was stripping down. I walked to the bed, where she lay down. I put a towel under her, and then I grabbed the parcel. The ice cream had started melting but still was in decent condition. I laid it all on her belly.

Her beautiful well, well-maintained, curvy figure glistened with a hint of sweat. The sudden cold sensation made her squirm. I didn’t waste a moment and put my lips on the waistband of her panties. I started licking the melt of the ice cream. I licked it off from her waist.

I slowly started sucking on the scoop, it was melting, and drops trickled all around her soft navel. I sucked on every trail and kissed all around her belly. Like a good submissive, she was complying and kept her movements in control. I was soon done with the ice cream.

I kissed her belly and licked it clean. I could see her chest rising and going down due to her heavy breaths. I slid a finger over her panties and pressed it firmly. “Oh my god, sir!” She moaned out as soon as I pressed. She was horny and excited for what was about to come next!

Excited about what will come next? Ladies who wish to chat about their kinks and interests or wish to explore BDSM, feel free to connect on my email at [email protected]. Will share the next part based on replies to this one.