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

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

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

Pichle part mein aapne padha ki Aditya Veena ko college khatam hone ke baad boy’s washroom mein le gaya. Aur wahan jaake dono ka ghapa-ghap shuru ho gaya. Aditya ne Veena ko ache se choosa. Fir uski chut ko itna maza diya, ki Veena ki chut ne paani chhodh diya. Ab aage ki kahani Veena ki zubani-

Meri chut ne jo paani chhodha.Aditya ne usme se ek boond bhi waste nahi hone diya, aur sara ka sara pee gaya. Fir usne ache se chaat kar meri chut ko saaf kar diya. Ek baar to meri chut ko bahut shanti mili thi.

Fir Aditya khada hua, aur hum dono ne firse ek-doosre ko gale se laga liya, aur honth aapas mein fir jod diye. Ab fir se hum ek-doosre ke honth choosne lag gaye. Mujhe uske muh se apni chut ke paani ka taste aa raha tha.

Khud ki chut ke paani ko taste karne ka bhi alag hi maza hai. Kuch der kiss karne ke baad hum alag hue. Fir Aditya ne mujhse kaha-

Aditya: Chal meri jaan ab teri baari.

Main samajh gayi ki woh mujhe uska lund choosne ke liye keh raha tha. Fir main apne ghutno par baith gayi, aur baithte hi boli-

Main: Nikalo baahar.

Woh bola: Khud hi nikaal lo (aur usne mujhe aankh maar di).

Maine muskurate hue pehle uski belt kholi, fir jeans ka button, aur fir zip khol kar jeans thodi neeche ki. Ab mujhe uska underwear dikhne laga, aur underwear mein khade lund ka ubhaar bhi dikhne laga.

Aditya ne jeans poori neeche karke nikaal di. Fir maine underwear ke upar se uske lund ko pakda, aur usko hilane lagi. Aaj mujhe uska lund pehle se zyada bada lag raha tha.

Main hairan thi, ki itna bada lund meri chut mein chala kaise gaya tha. Fir maine underwear neeche kiya, to lund uchal kar baahar nikal aaya. Uska lund dekhte hi meri aankhon mein chamak aa gayi.

Bada, mota, ek-dum chocolate jaisa lund tha. Dil to kar raha tha ki usko kaat kar khaa jau. Lekin agar aisa karti to chut ki pyaas kon bujhata? Fir maine lund ko hath mein liya, aur us par jeebh ferne lagi.

Jeebh fer kar maine lund ko chikna kiya, aur fir usko apne muh mein lene lagi. Ab main Aditya ka lund choos rahi thi. Uske muh se ahh ahh nikal raha tha. Lund chooste hue main ek hath apni chut par le gayi, aur usko sehlane lagi. Mujhe bada maza aa raha tha.

Fir Aditya ne apna hath mere sar par rakha, aur khud dhakke deke mere muh ki chudai karne laga. Isse meri saans ruk rahi thi, to main usko baar-baar rukne ke liye keh rahi thi.

Takreeban 5-minute maine bade maze se Aditya ka lund choosa. Uske baad usne lund jab mere muh se nikala, to woh ek-dum chikna aur thook mein lipta hua tha.

Fir Aditya ne mujhe mere kandho se pakad kar khada kiya, aur hum dono ne fir se ek-doosre ke honth choose. Is baar Aditya ko mere honth choos kar apne lund ka swaad zaroor aaya hoga.

Fir usne mujhe ghumaya, aur mere hath saamne wali washbasin par rakhwa kar thoda jhuka diya. Seedhe-seedhe bolu, to usne mujhe khadi ghodi bana liya. Fir woh mere chootadon ko masalne laga, aur un par thappad maarne laga.

Woh kaafi zor se thappad maarne laga, jisse mujhe dard hone laga. Mere chootadon par uske hath ke nishan padne lage. To maine usse kaha-

Main: Aditya, mujhe dard ho raha hai.

Aditya bola: Pyar mein dard bhi dena jayaz hai.

Main: Acha ji, theek hai (muskurate hue).

Fir usne mere chootad khole, aur thoda neeche hoke apna lund meri chut par set kiya. Main uske jhatke ke liye taiyaar thi, kyunki main jaanti thi ki woh zordaar jhatka hi maarega.

Wahin hua jo maine socha tha. Usne ek zordaar jhatka maar kar apna poora lund meri chut mein ghusa diya. Meri cheekh nikal gayi, aur ek aankh se aansu bhi nikal gaya. Lekin maine koi complaint nahi ki, kyunki usi ne kaha tha ki pyar mein dard dena jayaz hai.

Ab uska mota lund meri chut mein tha. Usne mujhe kamar se pakda, aur apna lund baahar kheencha. Jaise hi lund poora baahar nikla, usne fir se zor ke dhakke se andar ghusa diya. Meri firse cheekh nikli.

Aisa usne 4-5 baar kiya, aur har baar meri cheekh nikli. Lekin mujhe ek alag se maze ka bhi ehsaas hua. Fir woh aaram se apne lund ko aage-peeche karte hue mujhe chodne lag gaya. Mujhe bada maza aa raha tha, aur uski ahh ahh se usko aane waale maze ka bhi pata chal raha tha.

Dheere-dheere usne apne dhakkon ki speed tez kar di. Isse uski jaanghen mere chootadon se zor-zor se takraane lagi, aur thap-thap ki awaaz aane lagi. Thap-thap ki awaaze poore washroom mein goonj rahi thi.

Hum dono poore maze mein the. Uska lund meri chut ke bilkul andar tak jaa raha tha, aur meri bachhe-dani ki deewar par jaa kar lag raha tha. Lagataar 15-minute woh meri chut mein usi position mein jhatke maarta raha.

Fir usne apna lund baahar nikaal liya. Uske baad usne mujhe slab par bithaya. Aur meri taangein khol kar beech mein aa gaya. Ab woh apna lund meri chut par ragad kar mujhe tadpane lag gaya, aur andar nahi daal raha tha.

Main gaand utha kar lund andar lene ki koshish kar rahi thi. Lekin woh daal nahi raha tha, aur mujh par hass raha tha. Fir jab maine apne muh se bol kar usko lund chut mein daalne ki minnat kari, to usne lund chut mein dala.

Agle 15-minute hamari chudai aur chali. Is beech hum dono ek-doosre ke honth bhi chooste rahe, aur woh mere boobs masal-masal kar nipples bhi choosta raha. Fir finally usne apna lund chut se baahar nikala, aur meri chut par hi apna paani nikaal diya.

Meri chut se mere aur uske paani ka mixture beh raha tha. Hamari chudai khatam ho chuki thi, aur main chut saaf karke kapde pehan rahi thi. Abhi maine bra panty hi pehni thi, ki peeche se ek awaaz aayi.

Woh awaaz kiski thi, aur Iske aage kya hua, ye jaanne ke liye aap sab readers ko agle part ka intezaar karna padega.

Agar aapko kahani ka maza aaya ho, to kahani ko like zaroor kariyega aur mujhse baat karne ke liye mujhe 📲 call bhi zaroor kariyega. Main aapki sex life ko mazedaar bana doongi, isliye mujhe call kijiye.

“Kamali, wait—what if she hears us?” Vijay’s voice was a low whisper, his hands trembling as he cupped her face, his eyes darting toward the door.

Kamali smirked, her fingers already working at the buckle of his belt. “Relax, Vijay. She’s downstairs making snacks. We’ve got time.” Her lips brushed against his, soft and teasing, before she sank to her knees in front of him.

The moment her warm mouth closed around him, Vijay forgot about everything else. His head fell back, a groan escaping his lips as her tongue traced every inch of him. This was why he couldn’t get enough of her.

It had only been a week since Vijay first laid eyes on Kamali. He’d joined the college in Bangalore, still wide-eyed and awkward. She walked into the lecture hall wearing a traditional Marwadi lehenga. The way the fabric clung to her curves, and her bangles jingled with every movement.

It was like she’d stepped straight out of his fantasies. He’d always had a thing for Marwadi women. There was something about their grace, their poise that drew him in. And Kamali? She was everything he’d ever dreamed of.

Within days, he mustered up the courage to ask her out. To his surprise, she said yes. “I don’t know why,” she’d laughed later, “but there’s something about you, Vijay. You’re different.”

Their connection was instant. They spent every free moment together, sneaking kisses in empty classrooms, whispering sweet nothings under the shade of the campus trees. It didn’t take long for things to escalate.

One day, after class, Kamali dragged him into the girls’ washroom.

“What are we doing?” Vijay asked, his heart racing as she locked the door behind them.

“Shh.” She pressed a finger to his lips, her eyes dark with desire. “Just let go.”

That was the first time she’d taken him in her mouth. The memory still made him shiver. Since then, it had become their little secret—quick, heated moments stolen between classes, always careful, always short of going all the way.

But today? Today felt different.

Kamali’s older sister, Nishita, had invited them over for tea. Vijay had heard bits and pieces about her. She was married and lived in a luxurious villa on the other side of the city. But nothing could have prepared him for meeting her in person.

When she opened the door, Vijay’s breath caught in his throat. Nishita was stunning. Her red saree hugged her voluptuous figure perfectly, the gold accents catching the light as she moved. Her skin glowed, her dark eyes framed by long lashes. She looked like a goddess.

Vijay bowed instinctively, his palm pressing against her foot as he sought her blessing. The contact lasted a second too long, his fingers grazing the soft skin of her ankle. When he glanced up, he thought he saw a flicker of something in her eyes—something dark, something hungry.

But then she laughed, her hand brushing over his head.

“Don’t be so formal, Vijay. I’m not that old.”

They all laughed, but Vijay couldn’t shake the feeling. There was an energy in the room, an unspoken tension that left him on edge.

As Nishita busied herself in the kitchen, Kamali led Vijay upstairs to her sister’s guest room. The moment the door clicked shut, they were on each other, their hands roaming, their breaths mingling.

“Do you think…” Vijay started, breaking away for a moment.

Kamali silenced him with a kiss. “Stop thinking. Just feel.”

Her hand slid into his pants, her fingertips brushing against his sensitive skin. He groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. When she dropped to her knees, he didn’t protest. How could he?

Downstairs, Nishita leaned against the kitchen counter, her fingers tracing absent circles over the swell of her breast. She could hear the faint creak of the floorboards above her, the muffled sounds of laughter and whispers. She knew what was happening.

She’d seen the look in Vijay’s eyes when he’d touched her foot. The way his gaze lingered on her body when he thought no one was watching. He wanted her. The thought sent a thrill through her, her nipples hardening beneath the fabric of her saree.

She pressed her thighs together, attempting to ignore the ache building between them. But it was no use. Her mind kept drifting back to him. The way his shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, the flush in his cheeks when he’d looked at her.

She bit her lip, her fingers sliding lower. Just a quick touch, she told herself. Just enough to take the edge off. But soon, she was lost in the fantasy, imagining his hands on her. His lips explored every inch of her body.

By the time Nishita carried the tray of coffee and samosas upstairs, she’d composed herself—mostly. She knocked lightly on the door before pushing it open, her eyes scanning the room. Kamali’s flushed face, Vijay’s tousled hair. It was all the confirmation she needed.

“Here, have some coffee,” Nishita said, handing a cup to Kamali. When she turned to Vijay, she held his gaze for a beat longer than necessary, her lips curving into a sly smile. As she passed him his cup, her fingers brushed against his, her touch lingering just a fraction too long.

And then she winked.

Vijay froze, his heart skipping a beat. Did she—? No, surely he’d imagined it. But when he looked up, Nishita was already walking away, her hips swaying with every step.

Kamali seemed oblivious, sipping her coffee and chatting animatedly about their plans for the evening. But Vijay’s mind was elsewhere, his pulse racing as he replayed that moment.

The evening deepened, and the air in Nishita’s villa thickened with unspoken tension. Kamali and Vijay had left hours ago. But Nishita couldn’t shake the electric charge that had crackled between her and the young man earlier. She paced her bedroom, her fingers tracing the edge of the dresser.

Her mind raced. He’s so young, she thought, but there’s something about him. The way he had looked at her—like he wanted to devour her—had stirred something primal within her. She glanced at her husband, who was already asleep, his breathing slow and steady.

A mischievous smile played on her lips. She padded to her closet and pulled out a crimson silk gown she hadn’t worn in years. It clung to her curves like a second skin, the plunging neckline revealing just enough to tease. The slit up the side reached dangerously high, exposing her toned thigh with every step.

She let her dark hair cascade down her back, loose and untamed, and added a touch of red lipstick. Nishita crept back to the bed, her heart pounding. She took her phone and set it to record, placing it discreetly on the nightstand. Then, with a wicked grin, she blindfolded her sleeping husband with a silk scarf.

“Shh…” she whispered as he stirred. “Just relax.” Her husband murmured something incoherent, still groggy from sleep, but he didn’t resist. Nishita straddled him, her weight pressing into him as she leaned down to kiss his neck. Her hands roamed over his chest, her nails gently scratching his skin.

“Mmm… you feel so good,” she purred, her voice low and sultry. But her mind wasn’t on him. Every touch, every moan, was for someone else. She closed her eyes and imagined it was Vijay beneath her. His strong hands gripped her hips, his uncut cock throbbing with desire.

The fantasy sent a shiver down her spine. She ground herself against her husband, her body already slick with arousal. “Are you ready for me?” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. Without waiting for an answer, she reached down and guided him inside her, sinking into him with a gasp.

She rolled her hips slowly at first, savouring the sensation, but soon her pace quickened. Her moaning grew louder, more desperate, as she lost herself in the rhythm.

“Yes… yes…” she chanted, her voice trembling. She threw her head back, her hair swaying with every movement. Her breasts heaved with each thrust, the silky fabric of her dress sliding against her skin. She could feel the heat building inside her, her climax threatening to burst forth.

“Tell me how much you want me,” she demanded, her words laced with urgency. Her husband groaned, his hands grasping at her thighs, but she barely noticed. In her mind, Vijay responded to her, his voice rough with desire.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” she imagined him saying. “I can’t get enough of you.”

The sound of her voice brought her back to reality, if only for a moment. “Do you love it when I ride you like this?” she asked, her tone was teasing. Her husband mumbled something in response, but it was irrelevant. Nishita was too far gone, her body moving purely on instinct.

She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear. “I’m going to make you cum so hard,” she promised, her voice dripping with seduction. Her pace became erratic, her movements frantic as she chased her release. She could feel him tensing beneath her, his breathing ragged, but she didn’t stop. Not yet.

Finally, the wave crashed over her, her body convulsing with pleasure. She cried out, her voice echoing through the room as her orgasm ripped through her. Her husband followed moments later, his grip tightening on her hips as he spilt inside her.

Nishita collapsed onto him, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. She stayed there momentarily, basking in the afterglow before slowly pulling away. She removed the blindfold and kissed her husband gently on the forehead. “Sleep now,” she whispered, her voice soft and soothing.

She cleaned up and retrieved her phone. Nishita couldn’t help but smile. She had no intention of showing anyone the video—it was hers alone. But the thrill of having recorded it, of being so naughty, was intoxicating.

She slipped into the bathroom, stripped off the crimson gown, and let it pool at her feet. Her reflection in the mirror stared back at her. Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes gleamed with satisfaction. Vijay, she thought, running her fingers over her lips. I wonder what you would do if you saw that video.

The idea sent a fresh excitement through her, and she bit her lip, imagining different scenarios. Would he be shocked? Turned on? She pictured him watching it, his hand moving slowly over his cock as he watched her take control. The thought made her wet all over again.

She stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash over her. Her mind wandered as she lathered her body. Her thoughts were consumed by the possibilities. She couldn’t deny it anymore—she wanted Vijay. And if tonight were any indication, she would take risks by having him.

When she emerged from the bathroom, she felt renewed, her confidence soaring. She glanced at her husband, still fast asleep, and smiled. Let’s see how far this goes, she thought as she slipped into bed.

The next morning, Nishita woke up with a plan. She sent Kamali a text, inviting her and Vijay over for dinner that evening. “Bring your appetite,” she wrote, adding a playful wink emoji. She knew Kamali wouldn’t suspect a thing, but Vijay? Well, she hoped he would read between the lines.

Later that afternoon, Nishita sat on the couch, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone. She paused at one particular photo—a selfie Kamali had sent her weeks ago, featuring her and Vijay smiling brightly. Nishita zoomed in on Vijay’s face, lingering on his smouldering gaze.

“You’re such a little devil,” she murmured, a sly grin across her face. She couldn’t wait to see him again, to test the boundaries of their connection. As the sun began to set, Nishita put the finishing touches on dinner, her heart racing with anticipation.

The doorbell rang, and her stomach fluttered. She smoothed her saree and exhaled deeply before opening the door. There they were—Kamali and Vijay, standing side by side. Kamali greeted her sister with a hug, but Vijay hesitated.

His eyes met Nishita’s. For a brief moment, the world seemed to fade away. She smiled, her lips curling into a knowing smirk.

“Welcome,” she said, stepping aside to let them in. As Vijay passed her, she leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you.”

His eyes widened, and she saw the blush creeping up his cheeks. Nishita turned away, satisfied with his reaction. The night was beginning, and she intended to make it unforgettable.

I am ending the 1st part here. The final part will be written based on your response, you can express your thoughts at [email protected]. Thank you.

Hi friends, main wapas aa gaya hu apni kahani ka agla part leke. Umeed hai aapni is sex kahani ka pichla part, ‘TMKOC – Rita fassi Chalu Pandey ke chakkar mein – Part 1,’ padha hoga. Aur usko enjoy bhi kiya hoga. Jin readers ne bhi abhi tak pichla part nahi padha hai, please pehle woh jaake usko padhe.

Pichle part mein aapne padha ki Rita Chalu Pandey ki wardi utarwane ke iraade se uske ghar mein uski beimaani ki video banane jati hai. Tabhi Chalu Pandey kisi randi ko leke ghar aa jata hai. Unka romance dekh Rita garam ho jati hai.

Fir achanak Chalu Pandey ko kisi ki call aati hai, aur woh randi ko bhej kar khud bhi chala jata hai. Ab aage badhte hai.

Jaise hi Chalu Pandey ghar se baahar jata hai, Rita parde se baahar aa jati hai. Is waqt usko poori sex ki garmi chadhi hoti hai. Sabse pehle woh us sofa par baithti hai jaha Chalu Pandey aur woh randi romance kar rahe the.

Woh sofa ki seat par apna ek hath ferti hai, aur doosre hath se apna boob dabati hai. Tabhi uski nazar table par rakhe us juice ke glass par jati hai, jisme se Chalu Pandey ne juice piya tha.

Kamukta ki aag mein jal rahi Rita us glass ko apne hath mein leti hai. Chalu Pandey ke hontho ko feel karti hui poora glass gatak leti hai. Uske baad woh wahi sofa par baith jati hai.

Agle 5-minute mein uski aah aur bhadak jati hai, aur uski chut mein current daudne lagta hai. Ab uski chut lund maag rahi hoti hai. Rita soch rahi thi, ki achanak se woh itni garam kaisi ho rahi thi.

Apni chudai ki tadap mein Rita apne kapde utaarne lagti hai. Woh pehle apni jeans utaar deti hai, aur fir t-shirt bhi utaar deti hai. Ab woh sirf bra-panty mein hoti hai. Uski bra white color ki hoti hai, aur panty blue color ki.

Fir woh sofa par let kar apni panty mein hath daal leti hai, aur apni chut sehlane lagti hai. Dheere-dheere woh apni panty bhi utaar deti hai, aur chut ko zor-zor masalne lagti hai. Sex ke josh mein woh apne hosh kho baithti hai.

Tabhi Chalu Pandey baahar aa jata hai. Woh phone par baat kar raha hota hai. Woh kehta hai-

Chalu Pandey: Arre yaar faaltu mein darra diya. Acha bhala maza aa raha tha.

Darasal Chalu Pandey phone par usi aadmi se baat kar raha hota hai, jiske phone par woh pehle bhaaga tha. Us aadmi ne usko khabar di thi ki Rita reporter uski video bana kar usko fasana chaahti thi. Isiliye woh jaldi se bhaaga tha waha se.

Jaise hi Chalu Pandey gate par aata hai, to saamne usko Rita sirf bra mein sofa par baithi, fingering karti dikhti hai. Woh Rita ko dekh kar hairan ho jata hai, aur situation ko samajhne ki koshish karta hai.

Tabhi uski nazar table par pade juice ke glass par jati hai, jo ab khaali tha. Ye dekh kar Chalu Pandey sab samajh jata hai.

Jaisa ki aapne pichle part mein padha tha ki randi ke muh mein jhadne ke baad Chalu Pandey almari se kuch leke kitchen mein jata hai. Woh kuch aur nahi viagra ki tablets hoti hai. Usne kitchen mein jaake apne juice mein viagra ki tablets daali hoti hai.

Aur kyunki usne khud saara juice nahi piya hota hai, to Rita wahi viagra wala juice pee leti hai. Isi wajah se uski sex ki aag itni bhadak jati hai, jo uski ye haalat ho jati hai.

Chalu Pandey ko saari kahani samajh mein aa jati hai. Woh samajh jata hai ki phone par jo usko information mili thi, woh sahi thi, aur Rita uski video banane aayi thi. Fir Rita ne galti se uska juice pee liya, jisse uski ye haalat ho gayi.

Chalu Pandey muskurata hai, aur nanga hoke Rita ke paas chala jata hai. Fir woh apna lund hath mein leke kehta hai-

Chalu Pandey: Madam, main aapki kuch madad kar sakta hu kya?

Sex ke nashe mein khoyi Rita ki nazar seedhe Chalu ke lund par padti hai. Woh jaldi se uske saamne apne ghutno par baith jati hai. Aur uske lund ko muh mein leke choosne lagti hai.

Chalu Pandey Rita ko uske baalon se pakadta hai, aur uske muh mein zor ke dhakke deke uska muh chodne lag jata hai. Rita ko bahut maza aa raha hota hai. Aur woh kisi randi ki tarah Chalu Pandey ka lund choos rahi hoti hai.

Kuch der lund chuswane ke baad Chalu Pandey Rita ko khada karta hai. Aur uske hontho se apne honth chipka deta hai. Woh dono paaglon ki tarah ek-doosre ke honth choosne lag jaate hai.

Honth chooste hue Chalu Pandey Rita ki komal gaand dabane lagta hai. Aur uski bra ka hook khol kar usko poora nanga kar deta hai. Fir woh uske honth chhodhta hai, aur uske boobs par hamla bol deta hai.

Woh apne dono hatho se uske sexy boobs masalne lagta hai. Aur ek-ek karke unke nipples choosne lagta hai. Rita isse aur uttejit hone lagti hai. Chalu Pandey ke sar par hath rakh kar uske sar ko apne boobs mein dabane lagti hai.

Fir Chalu Pandey usko boobs chooste hue apni baahon mein utha leta hai, aur apne bedroom mein le jata hai. Waha jaake woh usko bed par fenkta hai, aur khud uski taango ke beech aake lund chut par ragadne lagta hai. Tabhi Rita bolti hai-

Rita: Daal de, madarchod.

Ye sunte hi Chalu zor ke jhatke se poora lund uski chut mein ghusa deta hai, jisse Rita ki cheekh nikal jati hai. Fir woh usko tabad-tod chodne lagta hai. Rita aah ahh karke chudai ka maza lene lagti hai.

Uski chut dhada-dhad paani chhodh rahi hoti hai. Kuch der mein Rita Chalu ke upar aa jati hai. Uska lund chut mein leke us par sawari karne lagti hai. Woh itni zor-zor se uske lund par kood rahi hoti hai, ki Chalu ka lund dukhne lagta hai.

Lekin woh peeche nahi hat-ta, aur uske boobs masalte hue neeche se dhakke maar-maar kar usko chod raha hota hai. 2 ghante aise hi dono ka chudai ghamasaan chalta hai.

Is dauran dono kai baar jhadte hai, aur finally thak kar wahi par so jaate hai. Jab Rita ki aankh khulti hai, to usko pata chalta hai ki usne kya kiya tha. Fir woh jaldi se kapde pehan kar cameras nikaalti hai, aur waha se nikal jati hai.

The end.

Hi, everyone. I hope you like my story. I would love to hear your feedback in the comment section. So, without wasting any time, let’s begin the story from where we left off earlier.

As you know, my mother and father went to my grandfather’s house to take care of him. So now only me and my aunt were left alone in the house. My aunt went to the kitchen to do her work and I also followed her.

I saw my aunt start cooking food for dinner. So I went near her from behind and said in her ear-

Me: Do you need any help?

She shivered through her body and said: Please don’t whisper in my ear. I shivered through my body.

I said: Don’t you like it?

She said: It is not about liking. But it can lead to a different situation.

I said: What type of different situation? (with a naughty smile)

She said: Leave it. I don’t need your help. Go and watch TV. I will call you when dinner will be ready.

I said: Ok, if that’s what my beautiful aunt wants.

She didn’t respond and resumed her work again. I went to the hall and watched TV. After some time, it was time for dinner. Aunt called me and we had dinner. Now the time had come for sleep.

I asked my aunt: Where were we going to sleep?

She said: You go to sleep in the bedroom, and I will sleep in the hall.

I said: Why are you sleeping in the hall? Why don’t we both sleep in the bedroom?

She said: I don’t think it is right to sleep together after what happened last night. So, we will sleep separately.

I was so disappointed, but I was not going to lose.

I said: Please aunt, sleep with me in the bedroom. I will not do anything to you, I have promised you. So, please let’s sleep together.

She said: No.

But I kept on asking her to sleep together. At last, she agreed to sleep together, and we went to sleep in the bedroom. I quickly went to the bathroom and changed my trousers, removed my underwear, and wore a boxer. When I came back from the bathroom, my aunt was already lying on one side of the bed.

She said: Why did you change your boxers?

I replied: I am more comfortable with the boxers.

Then I went beside her and lay in bed. We had a little chat and then we went to sleep. I waited 2 hours to confirm that she was in her deep sleep. After that, I went near her, and she was facing her back towards me. This time, I went for her stomach first. I slid her pallu to a side and started caressing her waist and in the middle. I also poked my finger in her navel. She was not reacting. Now I went closer to her and pressed my dick in her ass and also I was caressing her waist and playing with her waist chain.

I wanted to feel her more. I slid my hand lower to her waist, just above her pussy, and started to move my hand in a circular motion. Along with that, I wanted to kiss her on her neck. It was very hard for me to resist the situation. So I went for it. I thought I would see what would happen afterward, but now I would enjoy it as much as I can.

I brought my head near the back of her neck and smelled her. Oh God, what a smell it was. I was not able to hold myself and went to kiss her neck. Now I was slowly kissing her neck and caressing her lower waist. I could feel her body was reacting to my actions. She was getting hot and was breathing very fast.

I kept on kissing her neck and caressing her lower waist. She was still not stopping me or making any movement. I thought she was awake, but she was faking it.

So I wanted her to feel more pleasure. I slid my hand toward her pussy above her saree and started pressing it. But suddenly, she held my hand and said in a low voice-

She: You said you will not do this again. You promised me.

I was not able to control it because my dick was already hard and was ready to blast at any time. Then I went near her ear and said –

Me: I know aunt, I promised you, but I am not able to control. Please forgive me, and please, for this time, let me touch you.

She said: It is not right to do this thing. I am your aunt, please stop.

I didn’t listen to her and kissed her ear. Now I stopped kissing her ear and went to her back and kissed her over her blouse from behind. Then I slid my left hand from her back to grab her right boob. It was like I was hugging her from the back and kissing her back. My left hand was on her right boobs and my right hand was on her pussy over her saree. But that hand she was holding it very tightly.

I started kissing her back aggressively and pressing her right boobs. This made her grip on my right hand weak so I started moving my right hand over her pussy above her saree. Now she was not telling me to stop. I think she also got turned on.

Now I started to remove her blouse button with my left hand. I removed the button and opened her blouse from the front which exposed her boobs. But this time, she was wearing a bra. I started pressing her boobs above her bra and still kept on kissing her back.

I was not satisfied with just this much; I wanted more. I stopped kissing her back, removed my left hand from underneath, and turned her towards me. Now she was facing me. Her blouse was open, and her bra was visible which was of black color. She kept her eyes closed. I went near her and started kissing her boobs above her bra. Now she was not resisting, but in fact, she came closer to me, which made it easier for me to kiss her boobs.

I removed her blouse and went for her back to remove her bra. It was very difficult to remove her bra. But I managed to remove her bra. Now her boobs were exposed. Ooh my God, I can’t describe the feeling of seeing a woman’s boob for the first time, especially my aunt. My dick was going crazy.

Then I quickly went to kiss her boobs and started sucking it. She started to moan in a low sound. She did not want to show that she was enjoying it. Her nipple got hard. I started sucking her nipple one by one. She grabbed my hair tightly.

With my right hand, I removed my boxer and exposed my dick. Then I grabbed her hand and placed it on my dick. First, she quickly removed her hand from my dick, but again I brought her hand back to my dick and let her hold my dick.

Till that time, I had not stopped sucking her boobs which was making her breathe very heavily. Now she also started to stroke my dick up and down slowly. I stopped kissing her boobs and went towards her face and placed a kiss on her lips. She tried to resist me, but I did not stop and kept on kissing her lips.

Now she also stopped resisting and started to kiss me back. I inserted my tongue inside her mouth. She also joined me, and we both french kissed each other. While kissing, she was stroking my dick with her right hand.

We kissed for 10 minutes and then broke the kiss. Now her eyes were open and I could see the lust in her eyes. I made her lay on her back and climbed on her. She was not looking into my eyes. And she was covering her boobs with her hand.

She was looking very sexy. She was naked from the top and her lower body was covered by a saree. Her mangalsutra and her waist chain were making her more sexy.

Now I asked her: Are you ready to have more pleasure?

She did not respond but I could see the lust in her eyes.

To be continued…

So friends I hope you liked this part also. I will keep trying to improve the next part also so you can enjoy it. If you have any suggestions you can tell me. Till that time enjoy your life.

Hey Friends. I’m Arun. I’m 20 years old. I’m here to share the 2nd part of my 2-day live-in relationship with my sultry school teacher, Maya Iyer.

So, to continue with it, as I completed my ejaculation, we hugged each other for a few seconds. Both of us were breathing heavily. My dick got softer, shrunk in size. It oozed out of her pussy, with just the head of my dick still sticking at the entrance of her pussy hole.

We were both drenched in sweat. Maya licked and kissed my cheeks, whispering, “I love you.” I slowly lifted my chin from her shoulder and looked at her eye-to-eye. Taking my breath back, I replied, “I love you too, babe.” We gently pressed our lips against each other’s.

I had one of my arms wrapped around her soft, wet waist. I gently massaged her boobs over her bra, pressing it sensually. As I started pressing her boobs, Maya got a little aroused. She opened her mouth and started smooching, placing one hand on my cheeks and the other hand on my shoulder.

I was tired, yet I could never say no to her soft lips and juicy tongue. We smooched sensually. I slowly wrapped both my hands around her bust and unhooked her bra. Sucking her tongue into my mouth, I pulled her bra straps down her arms.

Maya dropped her hands from my cheek and shoulder. I removed her hands from her bra strap. The bra fell over her lap. I picked her wet, drenched bra up and dropped it behind her on the dining table. We slowly withdrew our lips from each other’s, still breathing heavily.

We were sweating heavily with drops over her forehead, shoulders, bust, belly, waist and arms. As we took our breath back, I grabbed her spongy big boobs from underneath. I rolled my tongue over her boobs and sucked her hard protruded nipples gently.

Maya sat on the dining table, allowing me to play with her nipples. I looked up at her face as I sucked her hard nipples. She looked down, giving a tired look at me. I was also getting a little tired, but the sight of her glowing body kept attracting me to her.

Looking up at her, I sucked both her nipples a couple of times, taking turns. She continued staring down at me, seemingly waiting for me to complete the nipple sucking. I finally decided to let her nipples and boobs off my hold. I looked up at her, slowly taking my mouth off her nipples and my hands off her boobs.

She looked down, raised her eyebrows with a narrow smile, and asked, “Done?” I said, “I want to drink your milk.” She smiled and said, “I wish I could feed you, but all I could do was feed you dry nipples.” I stood up straight. Maya placed her palms on my chest.

Pushing me back a little, she slowly slid her buttocks down from the table and got down. Immediately after getting down, she noticed the mess she had created by squirting in the middle of the living room. She placed her hand on her head and said, “Oh god. See what you have done.”

I sarcastically asked her, “I did it or you? If I remember correctly, I only cum somewhere inside here.” I placed my hand between her legs, covering her pussy. Maya pushed me back and said, “I meant you made me do it, idiot.” Maya brought a mop and bucket of water to clear her pussy juice on the ground.

I quickly took the mop from her and said, “I’ll clean this up. Can you get me some tea?” She smiled at me and said, “Thanks. Yes, I’ll make tea for both of us.” I mopped her mess on the floor. I freshened myself by washing my face, underarms and sticky dick that had just bathed inside Maya’s wet pussy.

As I came out, I saw Maya making tea in the kitchen. She wore a black nighty with short, ruffled sleeves ending just below her shoulders. It was as good as a sleeveless nighty. Her even-toned underarms were visible if she raised her hands.

Maya was standing in the kitchen in front of the stove. I went and stood right behind her with my dick rubbing her buttocks. Maya, turning her face a little to see me through the corner of her eyes, smiled and asked, “So, go and get dressed.”

I asked her, “Why? I have the same question for you. Why are you dressed?” She chuckled and said, “You only say you love to undress me. So, why complain now?” I got into a checkmate situation.

Not knowing what to answer, I slowly rolled my arms around her waist from behind and locked my palms over her belly. I kissed her shoulder and went down, kissing her arms. I even went on to bite her juicy arms. Maya stopped me, saying, “No, stop. Water is boiling here. Not now.”

I slowly raised my palms from her belly and groped her boobs from behind, and asked her, “Seriously? Not now?” As I groped her, my dick stood up hard again. I poked my dick between her buttocks over her nighty. I could feel she was neither wearing a bra nor a panty inside.

Feeling my dick over her buttocks, she exclaimed, “Oh my god. You got a hard-on so soon?” I casually said, “All it takes for me to get a hard-on is to think of my sultry school teacher for a second.” She had a broad smile on her face hearing that. She then asked, “Sultry is it?”

I said, “Yes. The moment I think of you, my dick stands up, my body heats up, and I start sweating in lust.” She chuckled and said, “Wow, that sounds nice, especially when someone’s husband has stopped looking at her anymore.”

I told her, “Your husband is blind. How can someone ignore such a gorgeous woman like you? Maybe he has a dead snake with him.”

Maya laughed out loud and said, “Oh god. Thank you so much for the compliments. Now leave my boobs alone for some time, and please get dressed. I’ll pour the tea in cups and bring it to the living room.”

I came out of the kitchen and walked towards the entrance door, where I dropped my bag. As I crossed her bedroom, I noticed a mildly wet towel on her bed. It seemed Maya had used it post-freshening up. I decided to wrap myself with that towel as I was too lazy to dress up fully.

I wrapped myself with that towel and sat on the 3-seater sofa. Maya brought tea. She saw me in the towel, and she said, “Such a lazy bum you are.” I took the tea from her and replied, “Wait and watch how hard-working I am in the next 48 hours.” She laughed loudly and said, “I’m curious to see that.”

We sat beside each other, had tea and watched TV. Maya had switched to a music channel. After about 4 or 5 songs, I started getting horny. I saw the heroine of a movie released in 2005 dance to an upbeat song in a saree and sleeveless blouse.

She is a Mallu with features similar to Maya, like lemony, fair skin tone, cylindrical arms, regular body structure and a heavy bust. In short, not fat but a chubby woman. My dick stood up, seeing the heroine’s sexy moves in the song. I slowly rolled my arms around Maya’s shoulder.

Maya rested her head on my shoulder, placing her hand on my thighs. I even went on to dig my hand around her neck into her nighty. I grabbed her spongy boobs. As I groped her boobs, Maya slowly rubbed her palms up my thighs. As she got close to my dick, she placed her palms on my hard dick over the towel.

She immediately looked up at me with a stare. By pointing down at my dick, asked in a surprised tone, “So soon?” I pointed down at my dick and said, “My brother is so deep in love with you that he wants to keep making love to you 24×7.

She gazed at my lips for a couple of seconds. By whispering, “Then let me romance your brother for some time,” Maya slowly untied the towel knot and opened it wide. She grabbed my hard dick and, by stroking it gently, bent her head down. She kissed the head of my dick, licked my dickhole.

In no time, took the inner flesh of my dick inside her mouth. The head of my dick was already out of my foreskin since our previous intercourse some time back. Maya started giving me a hot blowjob. I was thrilled with the way she sucked my dick, digging her tongue right into my dick hole.

Maya took my dick deeper inside her mouth, scratching her teeth on both sides of my dick. I loved the tickles and the goosebumps all over my body that her passionate blowjob gave me. Maya slowly slid down from the sofa and knelt on the floor in front of me.

She took her mouth off my dick and went down kissing. I slid down my upper body and sat on the sofa’s edge. I then spread my legs wide, exposing my dark and stiff balls to her. As she went down to kiss my dick, Maya engulfed both my balls in her mouth.

I was over the moon with the heat inside her mouth. The way she sucked my balls was like gulping two ladoos inside her mouth at the same time and trying to swallow them. She grabbed my black dick tight, pressing her thumb hard over my dick hole as she ate my balls.

Maya then changed her pose as she came up to lick my dick. She took my dick again into her mouth. Sucking my dick deep, she grabbed my hard balls drenched in her saliva, rubbed and squeezed them hard. I once again started feeling the heavy tickling rush inside my dick.

As I felt it was coming, I gasped out of ecstasy. Hearing me, Maya quickly pulled her mouth off my dick and stroked my dick hard. In a couple of strokes, the strong tickling sensation ran through the length of my dick. I was in seventh heaven as my dick started spitting my cum out.

The cum gushed out of my dick with some force that I was splashing it about 4-6 feet high from the sofa. A couple of drops hit the top of her TV screen and were flowing down the TV screen. Coincidentally, it was the same heroine dancing in an item number in a 2007 movie with a pink blouse and skirt.

As I finished cumming, Maya slowly dropped my dick down and sat on the floor, resting her palms behind her. Taking my breath back, I pointed at that heroine on tv and said, “You gave me a blowjob, and she got a facial.” My cum was dripping down the tv screen right over my face.

Maya turned back, saw the TV and laughed. She slowly slid her hands back, lay on the floor and continued laughing. I sat on the sofa, and Maya lay down on the floor. We spent another 45 minutes or so watching TV. It was about 8:40 pm. Maya got up, sat beside me on the sofa and asked, “Are you hungry?”

I looked at her from top to bottom and said, “Yes, very hungry.” Biting her teeth, she tapped my thigh and said, “I’m asking about dinner.” I again replied sarcastically, “My breakfast, lunch and dinner are you for the next 2 days. And I won’t get bored even if the menu is the same as it’ll always be my favourite.”

She came closer to me, placed her hand on my thighs and said, “For once, answer seriously. Pizza Ok for you.” I put my tongue out and said Ok. We ordered dinner and continued watching TV. I lay on her lap on the sofa. She placed her palm on my forehead as we watched TV for some time.

In just about 15-20 minutes, I again started feeling horny. I don’t know if it was her touch, her smell or her presence that made me get horny. I looked up to her and gently squeezed her boobs over her nighty. Maya looked down and, nodding, asked, “What?” I was thirsty.

But instead of asking for water, I told her, “I want to drink your saliva.” Maya chuckled and asked, “Why, you have not tasted it before?” I told her, “I want it raw.” She bent down and kissed my forehead and nose gently. Just as she kissed my nose, I grabbed the hair behind her head, not allowing her to lift her face.

We looked into each other’s eyes with our noses rubbing against each other. I whispered to her, “Come on. Spit your saliva into my mouth. I want to drink it.” Maya’s facial expression turned cranky for a moment. She asked me, “Are you serious about this?” I immediately said, “Yes, I want to quench my thirst with your saliva.” She gave a staring smile and said, “Ok.”

I noticed Maya’s throat moving up and down for a few seconds. Maybe she was secreting saliva in her mouth. In a few seconds, she nodded, signalling me to open my mouth. I opened my mouth and placed one of her palms on my head and the other on my chest.

She brought her lips right above my mouth and started spitting her saliva slowly into my mouth. She poured her saliva into my mouth for 2-3 seconds. Initially, some froth popped out between her lips, but then a neat, watery fluid rained into my mouth.

Even her saliva was hot. I loved how her saliva glided over my tongue and slipped through my throat. As she finished pouring her saliva into my mouth, she looked back into my eyes with a smile. I quickly told her, “I loved it, babe. I want more.”

With the same staring smile, she again took a few seconds to secrete her saliva. As she was ready, she signalled to me to open my mouth. I opened my mouth wide. She poured her clear, watery saliva slowly into my mouth. It was a little thicker this time than water, and the texture felt like jelly.

I loved this version of her saliva as well. I drank her saliva. I slowly pressed her head down further. Maya readily kissed me by pressing her lips over mine. We sucked each other’s lips sensually. Just as we started kissing a little intensely, Maya’s phone rang. It was the pizza delivery guy.

We paused our smooch. Maya answered the phone and gave directions to him so he could reach her house. In about 5 minutes, the pizza arrived. Maya opened the door and took delivery of the pizza. I stood beside the door, wrapping myself in the same towel without being visible to the delivery guy.

I collected the boxes from Maya. I placed the boxes on the dining table. Maya paid the delivery guy, shut the door and came in. She said, “Let’s finish dinner before it gets cold.”

I opened the boxes and said, “I don’t mind if one meal gets cold. I already had the hottest meal on this same dining table a few hours back. I will get the same hot and spicy meal again tonight, maybe in your bed. Maya rubbed my back and said, “Oh yeah. Let’s see if it happens.”

She chuckled and continued, “By the way, your body is so hot now.” I turned towards her and said, “How do you expect my body temperature to be when a super hot woman like you is standing very next to me? That, too, with your soft, moist palms on my back? She smiled at me and taunted a kiss at me.

We slowly sat down beside each other and started having dinner. At about 10 pm, as we were almost done with our dinner, I dug my finger into the cheesy dip cup, circled my finger inside and took out a chunk of semi-solid cheese. Before I could dip my finger into my mouth, a thought crossed my mind.

I looked at Maya. I placed my hand on her shoulder. Maya turned towards me. Showing her the pile of cheese over my finger, I told her, “Listen, this cheese is for me. But I want to make it more delicious.” With a stare, Maya asked, “So?”

Telling her, “Don’t eat it,” I grabbed her juicy, thick lower lips, pulled it out and rubbed off the cheese over her lower lips.

The cheese sat over her lower lips like a small dice. Before it could melt down over her wet lips, I grabbed her lips from underneath and engulfed her lower lips with my lips. I sucked her slippery lower lips for a few seconds till the cheese ran down my throat.

I slowly withdrew my lips from hers. We gazed closely at each other’s lips for a second or two and quickly started kissing each other again sensually. I loved her cheesy lips so much that I could not stop sucking her lips, her tongue and licking her mouth. Neither was Maya in the mood to stop kissing.

We started smooching intensely. I slowly rested my buttocks back on the chair. The dining chairs had no handles and were open on the sides. Maya was equally horny. She kept pushing hard against me, digging her tongue into my mouth. She slowly turned and sat on the side of the chair.

As we continued kissing sloppily, I turned to my left and kissed her. Kissing her tight, I slowly turned my chair and placed it facing her as my waist started aching. Just as I turned the chair and sat straight facing her, Maya slowly raised her buttocks from her chair.

By continuing to kiss me deeply, she slowly cum over me. I sensed an opportunity for sex and slowly untied the knot and opened up my towel, exposing my hard black dick. Maya sat on my lap, raising her nighty just above her knees.

We had an intense tongue fight as we pushed hard against each other, kissing tight. After a long, hot and deep smooch, we slowly withdrew our tongues from each other’s mouths. Both of us were breathing heavily. As we breathed back, I grabbed her nighty over her belly.

I whispered to her, “Is this shit required between us?” Staring at me, sitting on my lap, Maya lifted her nighty. She removed it and dropped her nighty on the floor. Though I’ve slept with her for the last 2 years, I lose control easily every time I see her lemony glowing body.

The sight of her soft, juicy body made my lust hit the roof. We sat in front of each other, with my hard dick sandwiched between our bellies. Her spongy boobs pressed tight against my dark chest.

I whispered to her, “Wow, see the contrast between our skin tones. You are my mango pulp, babe.” She quickly responded by saying, “And you are my dark chocolate. I love dark chocolates.” Hearing her, I pinched her curvy waist.

Maya gasped and whispered to me, “If you pinch me again, I’ll bite off your dick the next time I give you a blowjob.” I replied to her, “It will be your loss. Mind you.”

We giggled over it. By gently biting my cheeks, she slowly lifted her buttocks, grabbed my hard dick. She rubbed it over her wet pussy lips. Just as my dick stung her tiny wrinkled pussy hole. She placed her palms on my shoulders and slowly came down on me, taking my dick inside her.

She fucked me slowly in a semi-standing position by moving up and down with bent knees. I grabbed her lemony soft waist and enjoyed the heat inside her wet and sticky pussy. The way her flesh inside her tight pussy was gripping my dick from all sides.

I could not close my eyes. I enjoyed being fucked by her with her big melons jumping up and down right in front of my eyes. Maya moaned sensually every time she came down on me, taking my dick deep inside her and going up. She started coming down harder on me.

She was taking my black dick fully inside her pussy by banging her buttocks hard on my lap. She brushed her spongy boobs over my chest and face as she drilled her pussy deep in the process of fucking me. I sat back and enjoyed the sex with zero effort from my end.

We were feeling the heat of the intense intercourse as sweat started dripping out of our bodies. Our bodies were getting heavily moist. Maya continued screwing herself hard and deep with my dick, moaning loud. I suddenly felt a strong tickling sensation running up from my balls through the length of my dick.

I gasped out loud as I started feeling the strong tickles. Maya paused for a second and slowly came down, literally sat on my lap, taking my dick fully inside her. We hugged each other tight as I cum in multiple shots deep inside her pussy.

I could not control my ecstasy as I went through the extreme pleasures of sex. I moaned loud a few times as I splashed my cum inside Maya. I went on to bite her flesh at the edge of her left shoulder and arm. Maya bit her teeth and screamed in a controlled manner as I bit her.

As I finished cumming, I lifted my face from her shoulder. Drenched in sweat, we looked at each other with a heavy breath. Tilting our faces, we sensually sucked each other’s lips a few times. I then got up from the chair, lifting her on my waist with just the head of my softened dick inside her pussy.

I carried Maya to her bedroom, dropped her on the bed, and lay beside her. Lying on the bed, we turned our heads and smiled at each other, breathing heavily. We were exhausted.

So, friends, this was the 2nd part of my 2-day sex journey with my school physics teacher, Maya Iyer. I shall continue this story in the third part. Please let me know your feedback about doing kinky, dirty stuff with her at her house when her husband was away.

You could also write to me at my email id: [email protected].

Harish leaned back in his chair, the dim glow of his phone screen illuminating his face as he typed. The house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the ceiling fan spinning lazily above him.

Pallavi had fallen asleep hours ago, her breathing steady and calm. But Harish couldn’t sleep. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

His phone buzzed.

Diksha: You still up, Bhai? (Diksha best friend of Pallavi)

Harish chuckled under his breath. Bhai. That word had always been their little inside joke, a mask they wore in front of Pallavi. But tonight, it felt different. Tonight, there was an unspoken tension lingering between them, like a spark waiting to ignite.

Harish: Yeah. Can’t sleep.

Diksha: Me neither. Bored out of my mind. Wanna play truth or dare?

Harish raised an eyebrow. Truth or dare? It wasn’t exactly subtle, but then again, neither was Diksha. She had always been bold and unafraid to push boundaries. That was one of the things he liked about her—no, loved about her. He hesitated for a moment before typing back.

Harish: Sure. Why not? You go first.

Diksha: Truth or dare, Bhai?

Harish: Truth.

Diksha: What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done that Pallavi doesn’t know about?

Harish’s heart skipped a beat. He glanced toward the bedroom, making sure Pallavi was still asleep. Then he typed: Nice try. But I don’t kiss and tell.

Diksha: Lame. Fine, it’s your turn. Truth or dare?

Harish: (smirked) Dare.

Diksha: I dare you to send me a shirtless pic.

Harish: (laughed softly) Really? That’s the best you’ve got?

Diksha: Come on, Bhai. Don’t be shy. Or are you scared Pallavi will find out?

Harish rolled his eyes but stood up anyway. He pulled off his T-shirt, revealing his toned chest, and snapped a quick photo. He sent it with the caption: Happy now?

Diksha: Very. My turn. Dare.

Harish thought for a moment, his pulse quickening. This was dangerous territory, but he couldn’t deny the thrill coursing through him. I dare you to send me a pic, too. Something interesting.

There was a long pause, and Harish wondered if he’d gone too far. But then his phone buzzed again. He opened the message, and his breath caught in his throat. It was a photo of Diksha in nothing but a lacy black bra. Her lips curved into a mischievous smile.

Diksha: Interesting enough for you, Bhai?

Harish swallowed hard, his body reacting instantly. More than enough, he typed. Your turn: Truth or dare?

Diksha: Dare.

Harish hesitated, his fingers trembling slightly as he typed: I dare you to take off the bra.

Another pause. Then, another buzz. This time, the photo left no room for imagination. Diksha stared back at him, her bare chest exposed, her nipples hard and inviting. Harish’s hand instinctively moved to his crotch, adjusting himself as he tried to keep his composure.

Harish: Fuck, Diksha. You’re killing me.

Diksha: Good. Now it’s your turn. Dare.

Harish didn’t even think twice. He stripped off his boxers and took a picture, his erection fully visible. He sent it with the caption: Your turn.

Diksha’s response came almost instantly. A video call request popped up on his screen. Harish’s heart raced as he accepted it.

Diksha’s face appeared on the screen, her hair tousled, her cheeks flushed. “Miss me, Bhai?” she teased, her voice low and sultry.

Harish grinned. “Always.”

She tilted the camera downward, giving him a full view of her naked body. Her hand trailed down her stomach, fingers brushing against her inner thigh. “What do you want me to do, Bhai?” she whispered.

Harish’s breath hitched. “Touch yourself.”

Diksha obeyed, her fingers slipping between her legs as she let out a soft moan. Harish mirrored her actions, his hand moving slowly up and down his length. They watched each other intently, their breathing growing heavier with every stroke, every gasp.

“Faster,” Harish urged, his voice rough with desire.

Diksha obliged, her movements becoming more urgent. “Harder,” she countered, biting her lip.

Harish matched her pace, his grip tightening as he edged closer to climax. “I’m close,” he groaned.

“Me too,” Diksha panted. “Don’t stop.”

Their moans filled the silence, both of them teetering on the edge of ecstasy. And then, together, they fell over it, their bodies shuddering with release.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, basking in the afterglow. Finally, Diksha broke the silence. “Goodnight, Bhai. Sweet dreams.”

Harish chuckled softly. “Goodnight, Diksha.”

The call ended, and Harish collapsed onto the couch, his heart racing. He knew this was wrong, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. The thrill, the secrecy, the pure, raw pleasure—it was addicting.

And he wanted more.

The next afternoon, the three of them met at a cosy café downtown. Pallavi was chatting animatedly, oblivious to the tension between Harish and Diksha.

“So, what did you two get up to last night?” Pallavi asked, sipping her cappuccino.

Diksha smirked, her eyes locking with Harish’s. “Oh, we had quite the adventure, didn’t we, Bhai?”

Harish grinned, his foot brushing against Diksha’s under the table. “Definitely. Your friend is very entertaining.”

Pallavi laughed, swatting Diksha playfully. “What did you do this time?”

“Nothing much,” Diksha said innocently, though her cheeks were tinged with pink. “Just a little game of truth or dare.”

Harish reached under the table, his hand finding Diksha’s. He gave it a gentle squeeze, and she glanced at him, her eyes dark with desire.

The next day, Diksha called Harish on his mobile and asked if he could meet her today. Harish’s heart pounded as he stood outside Diksha’s apartment door. The small box of condoms in his pocket felt heavier with every passing second.

He glanced at his phone one last time, the text from Diksha still glowing on the screen: “Come over tonight. Just us.” He knew what this meant. The tension between them had been building for weeks since that risky late-night video call. Tonight, there would be no more pretending.

He knocked, and the door swung open almost immediately. Diksha stood there, her hair cascading over her shoulders, wearing a simple yet alluring dress that hugged her curves in just the right places. Her lips curved into a sly smile as she stepped aside to let him in.

“So, you came,” she said softly, her voice laced with a teasing tone. Harish swallowed hard. His eyes took in the dimly lit apartment, the soft music playing in the background. The intoxicating scent of her perfume filled the air.

“I wasn’t going to miss this,” he replied, his voice low but steady. He could feel the heat radiating between them. An unspoken understanding was that tonight was about crossing lines they’d only flirted with.

Dinner was a blur. They sat across from each other at her small dining table, their conversation light and casual, but their eyes said everything words couldn’t. Harish noticed how Diksha’s fingers lingered on her wine glass.

Her gaze dropped to his lips every so often, and she shifted in her seat as if unable to sit still. The tension was unbearable, and by the time they moved to the living room to “watch a movie,” Harish could barely think straight.

They sat close on the sofa. The TV flickered with some forgettable film that neither had paid attention to. Harish’s hand rested on the cushion beside Diksha’s thigh, his fingers twitching with the urge to touch her. Finally, he gave in. His hand slid over hers, their fingers intertwining.

She didn’t pull away. Instead, she turned to him, her eyes dark with longing. Harish leaned in closer, his breath warm against her neck. She smelled like heaven, a mix of vanilla and something uniquely her. He pressed his lips to her shoulder, a soft, tentative kiss that sent shivers down her spine.

Then, without warning, he bit her gently on the neck, just enough to make her gasp. Diksha’s reaction was instantaneous. She turned to him, her hands grabbing his face as she pulled him into a deep, desperate kiss. Their lips crashed together, hungry and urgent.

Harish’s tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring her with a ferocity that made her moan. She climbed onto his lap, her thighs straddling his hips as she deepened the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Harish’s hands roamed her body, sliding down her back to grip her ass, pulling her closer to him. Their kiss was wild, messy, and full of pent-up desire. Diksha broke away for a moment, gasping for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Me too,” Harish admitted, his hands already working to pull her dress over her head. She didn’t resist, helping him as quickly as she could. Soon, she was sitting in his lap, wearing nothing but her lace bra and panties. Harish’s eyes devoured her, his hands running up her sides, feeling the softness of her skin.

“Your turn,” Diksha said with a mischievous grin, her fingers already working on the buttons of his shirt. She pushed it off his shoulders. Her hands moved to his belt. In moments, they were both naked, their bodies pressed together, skin against skin.

Harish laid her down on the sofa. His lips trailed kisses down her neck and chest, stopping to tease her nipples with his tongue. She arched her back, moaning softly as his hands explored every inch of her. He kissed lower, his lips brushing against her inner thighs before finally finding her core.

Her taste was intoxicating, and Harish took his time, savouring every moment. His tongue circled her clit, slowly at first, then faster as her moans grew louder. One hand gripped her thigh, holding her open while the other teased her entrance, sliding a finger inside her.

Diksha’s hands fisted in his hair, her hips bucking against his mouth as she spiralled closer to climax.

“Oh God, Harish… don’t stop,” she begged, breathless. He obeyed, his tongue relentless until she cried out, her body trembling as she came undone.

When she finally caught her breath, Diksha pushed him back, her eyes glinting with mischief. “My turn,” she said, kneeling on the floor before him. Her hand wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly. She leaned in to take him into her mouth.

Harish groaned, his head falling back as she worked him expertly. Her tongue swirled around the tip before taking him deeper. Harish lost control, his hands gripping her hair as he thrust into her mouth. His movements grew harder, faster.

Diksha didn’t protest. Her moans sent vibrations through him that drove him wild. With one final thrust, he came, his release spilling into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his.

For a moment, they sat there, catching their breath. The weight of what they’d just done settled over them. Then, Harish stood, lifting Diksha into his arms. “Bedroom?” he suggested, but she shook her head, a sly smile spreading across her lips.

“Kitchen,” she said firmly. “Pallavi told me it’s your fantasy. And I’m here to make all your fantasies come true.”

Harish grinned, carrying her to the kitchen and setting her on the counter. He reached for his pants, pulling out the box of condoms, but Diksha stopped him. “No,” she said, placing her hand over his. “I want to feel you raw. Cum inside me. I’ll take a pill.”

Harish hesitated for only a moment before nodding. He positioned himself between her legs, her wetness coating his length as he pressed against her entrance. With one slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, both of them gasping at the sensation of being completely connected.

Their rhythm started slow, Harish savouring every inch of her, but the pace didn’t take long to quicken. Diksha’s nails dug into his back, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as she urged him on. “Fuck me harder, Harish,” she moaned, her voice ragged with need.

He obliged, his thrusts becoming more intense, each one driving her closer to the edge. Diksha’s moans grew louder, her body tightening around him as she neared another climax. Harish felt his release building, his breathing heavy as he fucked her with everything he had.

“Come inside me,” Diksha whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. That was all it took. Harish thrust one final time, his release spilling into her as she cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure.

They stayed like that for a moment, their foreheads pressed together as they caught their breath. Then, Diksha looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and something else—something dangerous.

“Next time,” she said, her voice soft but firm, “we’re trying the balcony.”

This was only the beginning. Their secret hung heavy in the air, unspoken yet palpable, as they sat there, smiling and laughing like nothing was amiss. But beneath the surface, a storm was brewing, threatening to tear everything apart.

And Harish couldn’t wait to see how it would all unfold.

The biggest power of being submissive is that the submissives decide their master. They are so strong from the heart. Those who are willing know where to contact me: [email protected]. Love you, fans.

Veena ne mujhe ek din email kiya, aur main uski mail dekh kar hairan reh gaya. Pehle to mujhe laga ye koi mazaak tha. Lekin uske messages ka tone kaafi sincere lag raha tha. Usne apne aap ko 24 saal ki Kerala ki teacher bataya, jo Bangalore ya Mumbai mein naukri dhoondh rahi thi apna MBA complete karne ke baad. Thoda ajeeb bhi laga, kyunki meri beti bhi takreeban usi umar ki thi.

Hamari baatein Google Chat par shuru hui, aur jaldi hi pata chala ki Veena apni desires ke baare mein bilkul bhi sharmati nahi thi. Usne is cheez ko accept kiya ki use erotic kahaniyan padhna pasand tha. Lekin porn dekhna pasand nahi tha.

Usne khul kar apni ek threesome ki iccha bhi vyakt ki. Ye sab sun kar mujhe thoda ajeeb sa laga. Lekin Veena ke baat karne ka tareeka aur uski honesty ne mujhe uski taraf attract kiya.

Jaldi hi hamari chats sexting mein badal gayi, aur mujhe shock hua ki Veena apne emotions ke sath kitni comfortable thi. Usne baar-baar ye kaha ki wo apne boyfriend se break-up ke baad apni icchaon ko explore karna chaahti thi.

Hamari baatein roz chalne lagi, aur har baat ke sath hum dono ek-doosre ke aur kareeb aa rahe the. Uski baatein kabhi-kabhi mujhe immature lagti thi. Lekin uska confidence aur uske apne desires ko lekar clarity mujhe bahut pasand aayi.

Ek din Veena ne bataya ki wo Bangalore jaa rahi hai flight se. Aur ittefaq se, usi din mera Goa ke liye first-class train ka reservation tha. Hamne decide kiya ki airport hum par milte hai, ek purane theater mein film dekhte hai, lunch karte hai, aur fir Goa ke liye train pakadte hai.

Ye plan thoda adventurous tha. Lekin Veena ke excitement aur hamari planning ne mujhe convince kar diya.

Jab maine Veena ko airport pe dekha, to main hairan sa reh gaya. Wo sirf 5’2″ height ki thi, jab ki main 6 feet se zyada tha. Usne ek tight dress pehna tha, jo uske curves ko highlight kar raha tha, aur wo itni confidently chal rahi thi, jaise koi movie star ho. Uski body language se confidence aur chaahat dono dikhti thi, aur main usse milne ke liye aur bhi excited ho gaya.

Fir maine apne aap ko introduce kiya, as the “bald guy in an AC/DC t-shirt.” Hum dono ne sunglasses pehne hue the, isliye hamari aankhen chhupi thi. Lekin fir bhi hum ek-doosre ko dekh kar muskura rahe the. Fir hamne ek lamba hug kiya, jisme kaafi baar hamne ek-doosre ko halka se dabaya. Main mehsoos kar sakta tha ki meri body uski body ke sath touch ho rahi thi, aur usne bhi mera throbbing erection feel kiya.

Hamne hath pakda, aur fir car ki taraf chale gaye. Us safar ke dauran hum dono ek-doosre ko chhedh rahe the, aur hamara attraction aur badh gaya. Veena ne pehle bataya tha ki wo ek cock-tease thi. Lekin apne hometown ke logon ke beech hi wo comfortable thi.

Ab ye uske liye ek naya experience tha, ek naye shehar mein apni limits explore karne ka. Ye soch kar main bhi kaafi excited tha, ki hum dono mil kar kuch naya aur adventurous karne ja rahe the.

Hamari car SX4 thi, jisme maine ek special divider lagwaya tha for privacy between the driver’s seat and the back seat. Manoj, jo mera driver tha, purani jaan-pehchaan ka tha, aur wo mere secrets jaanne wala ek confidante bhi tha. Mujhe us par poora bharosa tha, isliye main Veena ke sath zyada open feel kar raha tha.

Car mein baithte hi Veena ne mujhe kiss karna shuru kar diya. Hamare beech silence tha, lekin kiss karte waqt sab kuch clear ho gaya. Usne mujhe tight se pakda, aur maine bhi uske breasts ko gently press karna shuru kiya. Usne meri track pants ke upar se mera cock pakad liya, aur wo use free karne ki koshish kar rahi thi.

Main samajh gaya tha ki wo mujhe blowjob dena chaahti thi, lekin maine use aisa karne se rok diya. Maine usko kaha-

Main: Veena, hamare paas poore 3 din hai.

Maine kaha: Main tumhe bahut zor se fuck karunga, lekin abhi nahi. Abhi hame excitement build karna hai. Tumhare breasts mujhe feel karne do, train mein mujhe tumhari performance dekhni hai. Main tumhara har inch touch karna chaahta hu.

Veena ne apni dress upar uthayi aur apni nude body ko mere saamne expose kar diya. Wo mujhe boli-

Veena: Mujhe pata tha tum mujhe rokoge (Veena ne hassi karte hue kaha). Lekin main tumhare liye har cheez karne ko taiyaar hu.

Fir usne apni jagah pe relax ho kar meri taraf ek teasing smile di. Maine uske forehead pe ek gentle kiss kiya aur bola-

Main: Ye safar hum dono ke liye unforgettable hoga Veena.

Hamara plan ab Goa mein time spend karne ka tha, jahan maine ek private cottage book kiya tha. Veena ne bataya tha ki use beaches pasand the, aur usne apne liye kuch bold bikinis bhi li thi, jo wo sirf mere liye pehanna chaahti thi. Is baat ne meri excitement aur badha di.

Maine uske liye ek special surprise bhi plan kiya tha, ek aisi jagah jahan hum dono bina kisi disturbance ke apne moments ko enjoy kar sake. Veena ke sath har baat, har moment passionate aur intense tha.

Uske sath waqt guzaarne ka experience mere liye bilkul naya tha, ek aisa safar jo mere liye sirf desire aur emotions se zyada ban gaya tha. Uski honesty aur apne desires ko openly express karna mujhe har pal attract karta tha, aur maine uske sath har moment ko poori tarah enjoy kiya.

Ye safar hum dono ke liye sirf ek sexual experience nahi tha, balki ek aisa connection tha jo hame ek-doosre ke aur kareeb le aaya tha. Veena ke sath har pal exciting tha, aur mujhe pata tha ki ye kuch aisa tha jo hum dono hamesha yaad rakhenge.

I would love to receive feedback from readers at: [email protected].

Hi friends, I am Rishi, a 27-year-old guy from a well-developed city in India. This was my real experience of sex and spicy adventures. Since my adolescence, I was very excited about sex. Like all guys at that age, I started having the urge to put my nose inside a smelling cunt and shagging my dick to the core. But you know what? Just like you, I was an average guy!

I didn’t know how to approach girls, what to talk with them, or anything close. In the bigger picture, I was a shy guy with average looks and more cream than that who would have wanted to have fucking hardcore sex with an 18-year-old kid. All my sperm was getting wasted in the bathroom sink, but things changed eventually.

At 19, luckily I had my first girlfriend, whom I banged heavily in the hotel room, and once even when her best friend was sleeping on the same bed. But, you know what, like all teenage guys, I was in so-called true love, which was only true in bed. Although I had fucked a few prostitutes before, this so-called true love was a wholesome new experience.

After the breakup, I learned so many things and got to explore the wisdom of sexuality. This helped me not only get laid with my professor, neighbor, classmate, shop owner, and even stranger on a bus but also to maintain spiciness in the relationship. I have a collection of hell of my sexual adventures and tricks. These can help you eventually fuck the hell out of the chicks.

But, in this story, I am going to share a strange experience with my teacher’s wife. This story actually started a long time ago when I was in fifth grade. A home tutor named Pankaj used to teach me, and he had a bad habit of giving punishments, which I definitely hated. Time passed; I learned a lot of things, interacted with the world, mastered the art of seduction, and improved my skills.

I believe God gives you the opportunity. After my graduation, I returned to my hometown to spend time with my parents when this incident took place. Witness the blessings of God; the same home tutor that made my childhood education a hell now rented an apartment just opposite my house. This time he came along with his wife Aparna and a six-year-old kid.

His wife, Aparna, is an average-looking lady, not big boobs or assets that can make any guy fall for her beauty. She is just like a traditional wife with a slim figure and light brown complexion. Initially, I was not interested in her at all, and I did not even get in touch with my tutor, even though he was living so close to my house.

It seems it was due to the bitterness he filled within me for himself, or I just moved a long distance in my life and was not interested in going and talking to him.

But one sunny day, when I was playing with my nephew on my balcony. I suddenly noticed his wife, Aparna, looking at me from her balcony. With her glance, I got to know immediately that it was not just a simple eye-to-eye interaction. But that simple-looking traditional lady with average boobs and ass was scanning me. The slight smile on her face was enough to tell me that if I move forward she will open the gates to her pussy.

The devil started roaring inside my mind, and the lady whom I would not have dreamed of fucking ended up having her mouth filled with my cum juice.

From that day, I started passing signals by having momentary eye contact and smiling only for a few days. Guys, I must tell you that at this stage most people get stuck. They don’t know what to do next. But believe me, this is one of the most exciting parts of the game of seduction. I call this breaking the ice or hymen of interaction.

If you want to move forward from this point. Then you must consider the reaction of the girl at this point. The main focus should be on making her comfortable physically as well as mentally. You should not creep her out at this stage, or the game will end. The first principle is- Do not to be greedy; stop looking at her only as a source of sex; you will get that ultimately but have patience. You need to focus on striking up an interesting, natural conversation.

In Aparna’s story, I started a conversation by asking the name of her baby. Hi waved at her from my balcony and asked the name of her baby, to which she replied and asked back my nephew’s name. Then I flirted indirectly by saying that her baby was as cute as her mom. At this moment, I was taking a slight risk while addressing her behavior.

At this moment, if she had gotten uncomfortable, then I should have stepped back and tried to make the conversation normal. But she smiled back, which signaled that she was comfortable making things a little interesting with me. We talked a bit and got to know our names, and I also told her that her husband used to be my tutor.

Her husband, who was my tutor, used to stay outside during the daytime, and this time was the time for pleasure. I noticed that she used to wear boring floral nighties the whole day, so I commented one day on her nighties. I passed a comment about why she was wearing nighties the whole day, and she would look more beautiful in a red saree.

And guess what? After two days, she came wearing an elegant red saree and put lipstick on. I signaled to her that she was looking awesome with my fingers, and she smiled back. Then I looked down, and my penis was smirking naughtily at me. He knew that he was going to enter a new juicy pussy soon.

For some days we talked normally with a little flirt. I started teasing her for her looks and behavior. Sometimes, when she used to be well dressed, I used to compliment her. But when I used to notice her in a boring dress, I started pulling her legs. I knew that although she would like to have sex with me because she was a traditional housewife, she would not easily give her pussy to me. Therefore, I had to make her very comfortable with me and, at the same time, keep things a little naughty between us.

The day for which I was waiting arrived. She knew I was good at growing plants as she saw plants growing in my garden, which I took care of. So she asked me if I could help her in doing the same. I replied by winking that it would be great fun, but I needed something in return.

She asked surprisingly: What do you need?

I replied Mischievously, just a glass of water from her hand, and she laughed. I eventually entered her home with some cuttings from my garden and started planting with her help on her balcony. By mistake, she put a little mud in my hand. I took it as a good opportunity and put a little back on her hand and cheek playfully.

Once we finished, she showed me the way to her washbasin, and we washed our hands one by one. When she was washing, I moved towards her and touched her hands. She looked towards me suddenly, and I said, “You have really soft hands, Aparna”, to which she got a little shy. I knew this was the moment; the girl’s cunt is dripping wet, and this was the time to make perfect moves.

Then I set my foot towards her bed, as her home was only having a single bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, and a balcony. I sat on her bed and asked her, “Where was my glass of water, madam?” She smiled and replied, “I will bring one glass of water from the kitchen.” She noticed that I was looking at her naughtily, which made her a little shy.

When she brought a glass of water, she also came with a small flower as a gesture of a newly developing aura between us. I took the glass of water from her hand and told her I was not asking about this glass of water. Then I kept the water glass aside and held her hands firmly to pull her towards myself.

She kept shying by keeping her head down which was enough to tell me that she was willing to take next steps. I pulled her lips closer to mine and whispered in her ears, “I meant this glass of water from your lips.” She gasped, ‘Ufff,’ and we started kissing intensely. I pulled her into bed, got over her, crossed our hands, put my lips on hers, started sucking her lips and tongue, and moved frequently to her neck, then again to her lips.

She was going crazy and started moaning. I opened the buttons of her blouse, unhooked her bra, held her breast, and whispered in her ear, “I’m going to make them bigger in size.” Her eyes were closed. She was moaning and I started fondling her boobs.

Then I took her left nipple in my mouth, started sucking, and then bit to make her cry in pleasure. I moved back to her lips and started kissing passionately. This time she started entering her hands inside my t-shirt and caressing my back. I started moving my one hand towards her pussy.

She was now only wearing a petticoat and a panty. When my hands reached near her pussy, I noticed her pubic hair. Then I moved my finger towards her G-spot, and she took a deep breath and moaned passionately.

She was very wet down there, and as my fingers were moving over and around her G-spot, she started pressing her body tightly against me. Then I removed her petticoat and slid her undies down and came down towards her hairy cunt by kissing all over her body. I finally kissed her hairy pussy, spread her legs, and pulled her wet pussy towards my mouth.

With the help of my fingers, I opened her glory hole and put my tongue deep in her juicy cunt. Later she told me that her husband never licked her pussy and I was the one who had eaten her for the first time in her life. I kept licking her cunt while squeezing her boobs randomly at the same time.

But, when I bought my dick near her mouth, she was confused about what to do! I was shocked she was so naive in sex despite being married. I told her, “If you are not comfortable sucking, then you can kiss my penis as a thanksgiving.” She hesitated but eventually kissed my dick. I whispered in her ears that now it was ready to go deep inside you.

Then she moved her head down and spread her legs to welcome my dick inside her wet, juicy pussy. I rubbed the top of my penis on her pussy, looked into her eyes, and slowly slid my penis inside her pussy. Her eyes rolled, and she moaned heavily. Then I stopped a bit, and when she came back to her senses, then I held her head with my hands, asked her to look at me, and started stroking my dick slowly inside her pussy.

We were on cloud 9, and the lady whom I thought was very simple and average-looking was now having sex with me. Cherry to the pie was the fact that her husband used to punish me during my childhood, and now I was fucking his wife during my adulthood. It was a sense of pleasure and satisfaction.

She started breathing heavily when I started fucking her juicy cunt faster. White fluid started flowing out of her pussy and she was lying still on me while holding me with her soft hands. After a few minutes, she looked and realized what we had done.

I will end this part here and will tell you what happened next in my upcoming stories. Whether her husband caught us, or she got corrupted badly by me, or we parted ways after the sex.

There is a lot in this story but the main theme is pleasure, spiciness, and adventures in our sexual life. What do you think? Is it good to have extramarital affairs, or do we have any other options? What could be the reason for her having sex with me?

It is just a very small part of my life and a new experience of exploring a very shy and traditional housewife. I usually do not consider having sex near my house or my institutions, but this was an exception.

You can send your messages to me at this email address: [email protected]

Porn dekhne ki lat ne akhir mujhe apne behen ke jism ki chahat jaga di. Maine plan banakar apni behen ko neend ki dawayi pilai. Usse apne hi bistar par uski woh pink bra aur uski mast pink panty uske badan se utar pheki.

Behen mere bistar par nangi padi thi. Aur main uski chuchiyon se khel raha tha. Uski chuchiyon ko apne dono haathon se chuppaya. Uski nipple ko sehlata hua main niche gaya aur uske pairon ko phelakar.

Uski nangi jhangon ko dono aur se pakda aur jaise hi uski kamsin gulabi choot ko kiss kiya. Usne aahen bhari aur apne dono haath mere saar par rakh diya. Maine jaise hi upar dekha toh Pooja ki ankhen khuli thi.

Aur meri nazar usse mil gayi. Main sharam se apni nazren jhuka li. Dar se mera badan jaam gaya tha. Dawayi ne dhoka de diya tha. Main soch raha tha. Ab kya karun ab toh woh chillaegi aur fir main gaya.

Par main kuch keh pata isse pehle hi isse pehle hi Pooja bol uthi.

Pooja – Bhaiya. Ruk kyun gaye. Usse waise hi kiss karo na. Mujhe bahut accha lag raha hai.

Aur aisa kehkar mere balon ko apne haathon se sehlate hue. Mera saar apni choot par fir se satta deti hai. Mujhe toh yakin hi nahi hua ki meri apni behen mujhse apni choot chaatwana chahti thi.

Mere hoonth meri behen ki choot par the aur main daar ke maare wahan uske nange badan par jaise jaam sa gaya tha. Main chahkar bhi kuch kar nahi pa raha tha.

Pooja – Please bhaiya ab maat ruko na. Aah. Aise karte raho naaa. Main maar jayungi. Please jaaldi karo na. Main kisko nahi batayungi. Mujhe aur maat tadpao na.

Par main toh ab bhi daar raha tha.

Pooja – Kyun daar kar rahe ho. Apni behen ki izzat utarne mein sharam nahi ayi toh ab kyun sharma rahe ho bhaiya. Dekho na kaise mere badan par ek dhagha tak nahi hai. Apke bistar par apki behen kaisi nangi padi hai.

Pooja – Aao na bhaiya ab main khud apko apni is nange badna ko chunne ke liye keh rahi hun. Ab toh kabse yehi chahte the na. Toh lo bhich gayi hun apki akhon ke samne. Karlo apni tamanah puri.

Main – Sorry, Pooja. Please maaf kardo. Main dubara nahi karungi aise. Please ghar par maat batana warna main kaise mun dikhayunga kisiko.

Pooja ab smile karne lagi.

Pooja – Bhaiya ap bhondhu ke bhondhu hi rahonge. Batana hota toh main kabka bata chukki hoti.

Pooja – Main janti hun bhahiya aap chup chup kar meri bra panty se khelte ho. Kaal apne meri uss pink panty ke saath kya kiya tha bhaiya woh bhi jaanti hun. Apko meri woh pink panty itni pasand hai

Main – Sorry Pooja. Aaj se nahi krunga aise. Bass ek baar maaf kardo.

Pooja – Sorry maat bolo na. Main bhi toh kabse apni jawani ka mazza uthana chahti thi bhaiya. Meri yeh jawani mujhe pagal kar rahi thi. Apne itni daar kyun laga di. Apne thodi si himat ki hoti toh main kabse apni ho chukki hotti. Main toh kabse apni jawani ap par lootana chahti thi.

Pooja – Dekho na maine woh pink panty dhoya tak nahi. Apke pyaar ka rass jo laga tha usme. Woh gili pink panty pehen main toh pura tadap uthi. Aisa lag raha tha jaise apke haath mere panty ke andar ho.

Main – Sach bol rahi ho na Pooja tum bikul naraz nahi ho. Tum kya soch rahi hogi tumhare bhai kaisa nikla apne hi behen ko apne haathon se nanga kar uski izzat se khel raha hai. Tumhari ye pink bra aur panty hai hi itni sexy aur tumhare badan par kya dikh rahi thi. Main kabse aise dekhna chahta tha tumhe Pooja.

Pooja – Naraz toh nahi hun. Par ho jayungi agar mujhe ab bhi aise tadpaoge bhaiya. Pichle 1 ghante se main intezar kara rahi thi kaab aap akar mujhe mere kapdon se azzad karoge. Aur ab dekho main puri nangi padi hun apke bistar par fir bhi aap daar rahe ho.

Pooja – Toh dekh liya na bhaiya apni behen ko apni favrourite pink bra panty mein. Abb aa bhi jao bhaiya. Mujhse aur sabar nahi hotaa. Loot lo na meri iss jawani ka mazza. Mere is makhmali badan ko chaaat khao na. Apki Pooja ki aaj acche se Pooja karo na. Apki chooti behen aaj appar apna sara pyaar lootana chahti hai.

Aur aisa kehkar woh apne pair phailakar apni gulabi choot mujhe dikhati hai. Aur apne haath phelakar mujhe apne upar anne ko kahti hai.

Main – Haan Pooja. Tum toh ho hi bala ki khubsurat. Kya husan paya hai tumne. Tumhe ko kapdo mein dekh kar hi kisiki jaan nikal jaye. Aur bina kapdo ke toh ekdum apsara ki jaisi lag rahi. Ek pari ki tarah. Kyun meir nangi pari.

Main turant uske pass akar let jaata hun. Aur uske hooton ko kiss karne lagta haoon. Woh ab mujhe apni aur khichti hai. Aur apne upar anne ko kehti hai.

Main jaise hi upar atta hun. Woh mere shirt utar phekti hai. Mera lund pura khada tha. Woh pant se bahar anne ko betab tha.

Pooja – Waah bhaiya mera ye chootu toh pura khuss ho gaya hai. Chootu ko kuch chahiya kya. Lagta hai woh aaj apne dost se milne ko bekarar hai. Par isse jo chahiye woh toh abhi milne me time lagega. Pehle iske dost ki khatirdari hogi. Fir jakar main uski seva karungi.

Pooja – Aah! Niche jao na bhaiya please. Jo kaam adhura tha woh pura nahi karoge kya.

Aise kehte hue woh mere saar ko niche apne choot tak le jaati hai. Fir kya tha. Main apne behen ki gori chikni choot ko kiss karne lagga.

Main – Waah Pooja tumhari choot kitni gulabi hai. Tumhari pink panty ki tarah. Kitni khubsurat hai yeh toh. Dil toh karta hai. Tumhari in gulabi choot ko dekhta rahoon. Inse kehlta rahoon. Kitna accha lag raha hai inhe aise sehalane mein. Tumhara yeh gora nanga badan. Itne dino se kahan chuppa rakha tha.

Main – Aaj dekho na kaise tumhare badan se maine ek ek kapda utar pheka hai. Tumhara yeh rasmalai sa makhmali badan uff kya dikh raha hai, Pooja. Aaj toh main yeh saari rasmalai chaat khaunga.

Pooja – Haan bhaiya chaat khai na apni rasmalai ko. Kaisi jalan ho rahi hai. Dil toh karta hai baas raat bhaar apse niche aise. Kuch nahi mujhe saram aati hai.

Main – Ab hum dono main kaisi sharam Pooja. Ladkiyon ke niche wale ko choot kehte. Aur english mein pussy. Bolon na jo maan mein aye bolo na. Apni sharmo haya saab utar pheko Pooja. Aao na dono ekdum gandi gandi baaten karte hain.

Pooja – Haan bhaiya aap jo bolo aaj main karungi. Karo na gandi baaten mujhe bahut accha lagega. Jo ji mein aye bulao mujhe. Jaise mujhe bajar se kharid kar laye ho. Mujhe apni rakhail banalo na bhaiya.

Main – Haan Pooja tumhe apni rakhail nahi. Ek randi banayunga. Bolo banogi na meri randi. Aaj tum ek randi ho aur main tumhara customer. Bolo na Pooja aaj raat banogi na meri randi.

Pooja – Haan bhaiya main toh apki randi hun na aaj. Bolo na bhaiya apni randi behen ke saath kya kya karoge. Dil toh karta hai main raat bhar apse apni choot chatwati rahoon. Ab meri iss choot ki is pyass ko app hi saant kar sakte ho bhaiya.

Fir kya tha. Behen ke mun se aise bataen sun main aur betab ho utha. Maine uski gulabi choot ko kiss kiya aur main abhi andar tak uski choot ko chatne lagga. Pooja toh khussi se jhoom uthi. Woh bistar par aise uchal padi jaise kisi ne badan par curent lga diya ho.

Akhir pehli baar woh kisise apni choot chatwa rahi thi. Woh buri tarah machal rahi thi. Aur uska machalna mujhe aur josh dila raha tha. Woh siskiyan leti huyi mujhse apni choot chatwa rahi thi.

Pooja – Haan haan bhaiya. Aise hi… Uff… Aaa ha… Kaise hai ye. Aur jor se chaat khao na bhaiya. Apni behen ki choot noch khao na pura. Haan haan. Uff. Pura kha jao bhaiya. Kuch maat chodo. Kitna accha lag raha hai bhaiaya. Aah meri choot.

Woh aur jyada betab hoti jaa rahi thi. Woh dono haathon se apni chuchiyon ko jor jor se masal rahi thi. Aur main ab pagalon ki tarah uski choot ko chaat chaat kar kha raha tha. Kabhi jeeb se uski choot ko andar tak chahta.

To kabhi upar se uski choot ko dantoh se katta. Mere dono haath ab uski makhmali naram chuchiyon par the. Jinhe main jor jor se dabata hua. Uski choot ko kha raha tha. Woh tadapp uthti. Aur mere balaon ko jor jor se kichte hue.

Apni choot par aur jor se mere saar ko sata rahi thi. Woh siskiyan leti huyi jor se waise hi machal rahi thi. Aur fir uske badan sihar utha.

Pooja – Bhaiya, yeh kya hogaya.

Uske choot ne paani chood diya tha. Aur main uski choot se uska saari pani chaat kar pi gaya.

Main – Waah Pooja. Tumhari choot ka paani toh kitna swadist hai. Dekho na kaise tumhar pyaar ke rass ko main pi gaya tumhari choot se chaat kar. Kyun Pooja kaisa laga apni bhaiya se pehli baar apni choot chatwakar. Aya na majja. Aage dekho main kaise tumhe jaant ki shair karwata hun.

Pooja Hmm. Apki hooton mein jaadu hai bhaiya. Kaise meri choot ko kaise gila kar diya hai apne. Waah bhaiya maine socha nahi tha itna accha lagta hai kissi se apni choot chatwane mein. Warna maine kabka apko apni choot de chukki hoti. Ab toh roz apko apni nangi choot dungi. Bolo roz roz meri choot loge na bhaiya.

Main – Haan meri Pooja rani. Main toh kabse taras raha hun tumhari jawani ka mazza lootne ko. Aaj dikhado tum kitini badi randi ho.

Pooja – Waah bhaiya. Toh aajao na apki behen tyaaar hai. Ji bhaarkar lootlo meri isse jawani ka mazza. Main apni izzat aur apni ye jawani apko sounpti hun.

Mera lund tadap raha tha bahar aane ko. Aur apni behen hi ki choot phadne ko to bekarar tha.

Pooja – Par pehle mere is chootu ko azzad toh kardoon. Kabse tadap rhaa hai bichara azzad honne ko.

Aur aise kehkar woh meri pant utar phekti hai. Mera khada lund uski ankhon ke samne the. Aur woh apne hooton ko katete hue. Lund ko aise dekh rahi thi jasie woh koi lolipop ho. Koi icecream ho.

Main apni nangi behen ke samne pura nirvastra khadha tha. Hum dono ke badan par kuch bhi nahi tha. Dono bhai behen room mein bilkul nange hokar bistar par pade the.

Pooja – bhiaya ye toh kitna pyara hai. Kya mast mota lund hai apka. Isse kyun chupa rakha tha. Main thoda khel loon iske saath. Yeah, meri haar baat manega na.

Aur aise kehkar usse apne dono haathon mein le sehlane lagti hai.

Main – Haan Pooja. Yeh toh tumhara paltu lund haan. Tumhara gulam hai yeh. Isse toh bhagwan ne tumhari seva karne ke liye hi banaya hai.

Fir kya woh mere lund ko lekar apni dono chuchiyon ke bich rakhti hai. Apni dono chuchiyon ko haathon se pakakd. Lund ko upar niche karti hai. Kya nazara tha!

Meri apni behen puri nangi hokar mere lund ko jor jor se apni chuchiyon ke bich ragad kar apni chuchiyon chudva rahi thi. Uski komal nazuk chuchiyon ke chunne se jaise mere taan badan mein aag si jaal uthi. Idhar main jawani uffan par thi.

Udhar meri behen ki madmast jawani mujpar barsne ko betab thi. Itni dino se jisse haar waqt lar tapkate hue dekhta tha. Aaj woh khud nangi meri akhon ke samne thi.

Meri dhadkane tez thi. Aur hum dono ka jism ek dusre mein samma jaane ko bekarar tha. Woh madhosi mein mere lund ko aise jor jor se apne chuchyon par ragad rahi thi.

Main uski pony tail chooti ko pakad uske saair ko sehla raha tha. Aur fir mere lund ne pani chod diya. Kuch muth uski chehre par lagga toh kuch uski naram chuchiyon par. Mera pani nikalnte hi woh khussi se jhoom uthi.

Usne apni chucyion par lagge muth ko apne dono haathon se apni chuchiyon par masal kar malish karne laggi. Aur fir kya mere lund par lagge muth ko itne pyaar se chaatne lagi ki mera lund fir se khada ho gaya.

Pooja – Dekho na bhaiya apke pyaar ke rass mein main puri rang gayi hun. Kaise mere badan par apke pyaar ki mohar lag gayi. Aaj se main apki amnaat hun. Yeh kitna garam hai bhaiya. Pura malai ki tarah dikh raha hai. Aaj toh jebharkar yeh malai khayungi main.

Fir kya woh ab mere lund ko dono haathon se pakadti aur usse hilate hue. Mere lund ko chusne lagti. Kya aehsas tha woh. Jaab apki behen apka lund chuss rahi ho. Uff main toh jaise uska dewana ho gaya tha. Kya lund chuss rahi thi woh.

Main uske chotti ko pakad kar uske saar ko jor jor se apni lund par upar niche karne lagga. Main maze se apni behen ko apna lund chussa raha tha. Woh mere lund par aise toot padi. Jaise barso ki pyassi ho.

Kuch daar mein hi mere lund ne fir se paani chod diya. Main jhadd chukka tha. Mera sara garam muth uske munh mein hi nikal diya tha. Usne ek boond bhi bahar nahi girne diya. Aur sar muth apne hooton ko chatte hue pi gayi.

Uska chehra toh jaise chamak utha tha. Kya din tha aaj. Jiske bara mein soch soch kar itne dino se muth maar kar apne din kaat raha tha. Usse aaj apne hi muth se nehla raha tha main.

Main – Waah Pooja kya lund chusti ho tum. Bilkul ek pornstar ki tarah. Sach tum chaho toh asani se ek pornstar baan sakti hun. Log dewane ho jayenge tumhari aise video dekhkar.

Pooja – Haan bhaiya jaise aap dewane ho gaye woh uss gori shower sex wali pornstar ko dekh kar kyun.

Main – Nahi toh tumne kaab dekh liya.

Pooja – Maine kayi baar dekha hai bhiaya app raat ko chup chup kar laptop chalte ho. Aur ek baar toh maine dekh liya tha apko porn dekhte hue. Kaise aap usse nahate hue sex karte dekh rahe the. Kitna sharam aata hoga aise video banakar sari duniya ko dikhane mein. Jaab apke nange badan ko anjan log dekhte honge. Mujhe toh soch kar kitna ajeeb lag raha hai.

Main – bolo toh main bhi tumhari aisi video banayun kya. Bolo Pooja banawayogi apni porn video. Bass aaj ki yaadgar palon ko hamesha ke liye yaadgar bana lenge. Jaab bhi maan karega hum dono apni chudai ki video dekh kar khuss ho jayenge. Main bhi dubara yeh paal ji lunga. Ke kaise maine apne behen ki pehli chudai kari thi.

Pooja sharmati huyi meri aur dekhti hai.

Main – Kya hua Pooja apni chudai ki baat sunkar kyun sharma rahi ho. Mere bistar par nangi hokar. Apni choot chatwane mein sharam nahi ayi.

Pooja – Bahut sharam aa rahi hai bhaiya. Kaise apne hi bhai ke samne nangi hogayi main. Par kya karti ye jawani ne mujhe majboor kar diya tha. Meri jawnai ke agge meri sharam haar gayi.

Main – Accha hua na Pooja. Warna kahan tum mujhe apni choot dene ke liya tayaar hoti.

Pooja – Aap toh kitne naughty ho gaye ho bhaiya. Kaise meri chudai ka plan banaya hai.

Main – Plan toh banaya tha Pooja ki tumhe neend ki dawa dekar tumhari nangi video banayunga. Par tumpar toh dawayi ka assar hi nahi hua.

Pooja – Kaise hota bhaiya maine apki dawayi khai hi nahi hai. Main toh bass dekhna chahti thi ki aap kya karna chahte ho mere saath.

Main – Baap re tabhi main sochu itni jaldi kaise uth gayi tum.

Pooja – Kitna muskil tha khud ko control karna. Kaise pagal si ho rahi thi main. Jaab mere badan se mere kapde utar rahe teh. Khass kar jaab apne meri woh pink panty ko mere badan se noch dala tha.

Main – Karna toh bahut kuch chahta hun. Par tum karne dogi na. Meri toh bahut si fantasy hai tumhare saath. Tum sunogi toh ghabra hi jayogi.

Pooja – Haan bhaiya. Karungi. Par pehle batao na kya fantasy hai. Ab toh main jaane bina reh nahi payungi.

Akhir kya fantasy thi meri. Aur main apni behen ke saath kya kya karna chahta tha. Jane ke liye next part jarur padhe.

It’s been a few hours since they had sex. Harish ordered pizza from the nearby Italian restaurant, and they both took a shower and relaxed on the couch.

The night air was heavy with the scent of jasmine. The faint hum of the city below was barely audible from Diksha’s balcony. Harish stood there, his fingers tracing the edge of the railing as he looked out at the skyline. The cool breeze brushed against his skin but did little to calm the fire inside him.

Diksha stepped out behind him, her bare feet silent on the tiled floor. She wore nothing but a silk robe that clung to her curves, the fabric slipping slightly off one shoulder. “Couldn’t stay away, could you?” she teased, her voice soft but laced with mischief.

Harish turned to face her, his eyes darkening as they roamed over her body. “You knew I wouldn’t,” he said, stepping closer. His hand reached out to brush the exposed skin of her shoulder, sending a shiver down her spine. “You’re impossible to resist.”

She smirked, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “Good thing I don’t want you to.” Her fingers trailed lightly down his chest, stopping just above his belt. “So… about that balcony idea…”

A grin spread across Harish’s face, his heart pounding in anticipation. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious.” Diksha’s eyes sparkled with challenge as she untied the sash of her robe, letting it fall open to reveal her naked body. The moonlight bathed her skin in a soft glow, making her look almost ethereal. “Unless you’re scared someone might see us.”

The thought alone sent a thrill through Harish. He glanced over the railing at the street below. It wasn’t entirely deserted—a few cars passed by now and then, and the occasional pedestrian strolled along the sidewalk. But the risk only made it more exciting.

“I’m not scared,” he said, his voice low and rough. He pulled her into him, his hands sliding around her waist. “But if we’re doing this, we’re going all in.”

Diksha laughed, the sound light and breathy. “That’s what I like to hear.” Her hands moved to his belt buckle, deftly undoing it. “Let’s make it memorable.”

As Harish’s pants dropped to the ground, he pressed her back against the railing, his lips crashing onto hers. Their kiss was hungry desperate, their bodies already thrumming with need. Diksha moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair as she arched into him.

He broke the kiss only long enough to lift her onto the railing, her legs wrapping instinctively around his hips. The cold metal bit into her skin, but she didn’t care. All she could think about was how badly she wanted him.

“You’re insane for this,” Harish murmured, his lips trailing down her neck.

“And yet you’re here,” Diksha replied breathlessly, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “What does that say about you?”

His laugh was muffled against her skin as his hands moved lower, teasing her thighs before finding her wetness. She was already so ready for him, and he groaned at the sensation. “Fuck, Diksha…”

She leaned back slightly, her hips rocking against his hand. “Don’t make me wait.”

With a growl, Harish positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locking with hers as he slowly pushed inside. Both of them gasped at the sensation, the intensity heightened by the cool night air and the precariousness of their position.

“God, you feel amazing,” Harish muttered, his forehead pressing against hers as he began to move. His thrusts were slow at first, savouring every inch of her, but Diksha quickly grew impatient.

“Harder,” she demanded, her nails scratching down his back. “I want to feel it tomorrow.”

He obliged, his pace quickening as he drove into her with increasing urgency. The railing creaked slightly under their weight, but neither of them cared. The risk only fueled their desire, making every touch, every moan, every gasp feel more electric.

Diksha’s head fell back as she lost herself in the pleasure, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Yes… just like that… don’t stop…”

Harish gripped her hips tighter, his resolve crumbling as he felt her walls tightening around him. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he growled, his voice strained. “I can’t get enough of you.”

The sound of a car horn honking below made Diksha freeze for a moment, her eyes snapping open as she glanced over her shoulder. “Someone could be watching us right now,” she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement.

The idea sent a thrill through Harish, and he slowed his movements, pulling her attention back to him. “Would you like that?” he asked, his voice husky. “Knowing someone’s getting off to the sight of you being fucked like this?”

Her cheeks flushed, but she nodded, biting her lip. “Yes.”

“Then let’s give them something to remember.” With that, Harish redoubled his efforts, his thrusts becoming even harder, deeper. Diksha cried out, her nails clawing at his back as she clung to him.

The tension built rapidly, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Harish could feel his release approaching, but he held on, wanting to take her over the edge with him.

“Come for me, Diksha,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. “Let go.”

It didn’t take much more. With a strangled cry, Diksha’s body tensed, her climax crashing over her in waves. Harish followed moments later, burying himself deep inside her as he spilled every last drop.

They stayed like that for a while, their breaths mingling as they came down from their high. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their little bubble of forbidden passion.

Finally, Harish straightened, gently lifting Diksha off the railing and setting her back on her feet. She swayed slightly, her legs still trembling. He steadied her with a hand on her arm.

“Well,” she said once she caught her breath, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “That was definitely memorable.”

Harish chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’re full of surprises, you know that?”

She grinned, leaning into his touch. “And you love it.”

He didn’t deny it. Instead, he kissed her again, softly this time. “We should probably get inside before someone sees us.”

Diksha laughed, turning toward the door. “Where’s your sense of adventure?” But she didn’t protest, following him back into the apartment.

Once inside, she collapsed onto the couch, her energy completely drained. Harish sat beside her, pulling her into his arms as they stared at the balcony where they’d just been.

“Do you think Pallavi knows?” Diksha asked after a moment, her voice quiet.

Harish stiffened slightly, his mind briefly flashing to his wife. “No,” he said firmly, though there was a hint of unease in his tone. “She doesn’t suspect a thing.”

Diksha nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. “Good.” She hesitated, then added, “Because I’m not ready to stop.”

Harish glanced down at her, seeing the flicker of guilt in her eyes. But it was overshadowed by something else—something darker, hungrier. Neither am I, he thought, though he didn’t say it out loud.

Instead, he kissed the top of her head, holding her tighter. “We should probably talk about this eventually.”

“Eventually,” Diksha agreed, her voice sleepy. “But not tonight.”

Harish didn’t argue. Tonight, he just wanted to enjoy the aftermath of their reckless passion. Tomorrow, well, tomorrow would take care of itself. For now, he allowed himself to relax, his body still humming with the memory of what they’d done.

But as he closed his eyes, a small voice in the back of his mind whispered that this couldn’t last forever. And when it ended, he wasn’t sure how either of them would handle it.

The biggest power of being submissive is that the submissives decide their master. They are so strong from the heart. Those who are willing know where to contact me: [email protected]. Love you, fans.