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Neha woke up and checked her phone. It shows 7:12 am. She turned to her husband’s side, and he was still sleeping. Her right went to his crotch grabbed his dick. It’s small and soft. His morning wood hasn’t kicked in yet.

She didn’t let go of his cock she like having something in her hand to play with make her mind run slow. She closed her eyes, trying to get back to sleep. Her hand kept working on his cock and balls eventho she trying to sleep. Thoughts were on her head while she was trying to sleep.

His balls are colder than my hands. Why doesn’t he have morning wood yet? Maybe for the last night fuck or is he getting old. What if he gets old, can he satisfy me? What if he loses interest in me? Will he care for me?

If he doesn’t care I should search for younger cock. Okay, who’s going to do it? Vikram will definitely. He’s still a virgin. Can he fuck good he needs to learn a lot. Should I teach him?

Will Rohan agree if I fuck someone? What if I cheat? What if he cheats? Can I live it? No this cock is only mine. Can I share him with others if he can share me?

Neha’s pussy itched, her thoughts making her hot. Her fingers tight on Rohan’s soft cock. She got up, her slip tight, nipples hard, and went to the kitchen, leaving Rohan sleeping.

At 8 am, Rohan woke, his 29-year-old body shirtless, shorts loose. He joined her, making tea. Neha stood close, her shorts showing her ass, her tits brushing his arm. “Rohan, I want to fuck other men,” she said, her voice strong. “It’s my fantasy to take them hard, make them beg. Will you let me?”

Rohan’s cock twitched, his eyes wide. “Neha, fuck, that’s hot. You owning other cocks? Yes, I want that.” she smiled, her pussy wet, and said, “Vikram’s coming today. He’s a virgin, and he always wanted me. I’ll fuck him, teach him.”

Rohan moaned, “A virgin? Shit, Neha, make him yours.” she kissed him hard, her tongue in his mouth, her control set for the dirty weekend.

Neha checked her phone and messaged Viki, her best friend. She’d marry him if Rohan weren’t hers, her pussy ready to tease him.

Neha: Viki, you coming? My pussy’s waiting.

Vikram: Neha, I wouldn’t miss this opportunity. I’ll be your slave for the rest of my life.

Neha: Fuck, Viki, that’s hot. Come, I’ll take your cock.

She smiled, her pussy hot at Vikram’s virgin cock, hers to claim. She changed into a thin saree, low on her hips, her blouse tight, no bra, showing her big tits and deep cleavage, wanting Vikram hard when he saw her.

At 11:30 am, she sent Rohan out. “Enjoy a day out, take your time,” she said, her smile wicked. Rohan nodded, his cock hard, leaving her alone with Vikram.

At noon, the doorbell rang, and Neha opened it, her saree slipping to show her navel. Vikram stood there, his tight shirt on his slim body, pants bulging, his eyes shy on her tits.

“Neha, you look too hot,” he said, voice shaking. She pulled him inside, her hand brushing his cock through his pants, making him gasp, her control starting the slow tease.

They sat in the living room, Neha leaning close, her deep cleavage open, her saree slipping, showing her thighs. “Viki, you okay?” she asked, her hand on her knee, her pussy wet as he stared at her tits.

“Yes, Neha, just… nervous,” he said, blushing, “I’ve always wanted you.” She smiled, her fingers grazing his arm, making him shake, her teasing building his want. She stood, her saree falling lower, showing her ass curve, and said, “Come, help me in the kitchen.”

Vikram followed, his cock hard, watching her hips sway. In the kitchen, she had already prepared lunch for them. She asked Viki to help them arrange on the dining table. They both brushed each other. While moving around his cock brushed her back and her boobs brushed his hands.

Viki sat in the chair to eat while Neha started to serve. He couldn’t take off his eyes from her boobs. They both finished lunch. “You want to fuck me, Viki?” she asked, her hand on his cock, soft through his pants. He moaned, “Yes, Neha, please,” his virgin body trembling, his dream so close.

She sat beside him, her thigh against his, her pallu down, showing her navel. “Touch me, Viki,” she said, guiding his shaky hand to her waist. His fingers were soft on her skin. She moaned low, her pussy hot, letting him feel her curves. Her hands were on his chest, teasing him.

Vikram’s cock was hard in his pants, his eyes wide, “Neha, you’re so beautiful.” she laughed, kissing his cheek, her lips warm. Her hand on his thigh, close to his cock but not touching, building his want. She pushed him onto the bed and lay next to him, their bodies close.

She unbuttoned his shirt, removed it and ran her hands on his body. She went down rubbing her boobs while placing kisses as she moved down. When she reached his waist, she unbuckled his belt and removed his pants. He was only in his underwear now, his cock rock hard and a wet patch.

Neha removed her saree and was now in her blouse and panties. Viki couldn’t believe what he was witnessing. She came on top of him, placing her weight on his body. “Touch my back,” she said, guiding his hands under her blouse. His fingers brushed her bare skin as she moaned low.

She rubbed her thigh against his, slow and teasing. Vikram groaned, “Neha, this is too much,” his voice shy, his cock hard under her gentle press. She smiled, kissing his lips, her tongue soft, teasing his mouth, her hand on his chest. Neha gave in and started kissing his lips.

Viki deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing hers. She held his face with both hands, gripping his hair, and pushed her tongue into his mouth, showing her dominance over him. She kept grinding her pussy on his cock. Both of their garments had wet patches, and they were getting bigger.

Now they rolled over, Viki on top of her. He moved from kissing her mouth to her neck. Viki placed his left hand on her right boob and started squeezing it. Neha was completely wet now. She pushed Viki down. He slowly went down, kissing her.

He took some time licking her cleavage. He reached her hips while placing kisses. Neha lifted her hips, indicating that she wanted to remove her panties, which he did. She opened her legs and showed the full glory of her wet pussy. Viki crawled between her legs, kissing her thighs, and reached her pussy.

He started kissing her pussy mound and licking it. He kept eating her pussy, licking her clitoris. Neha moved her hips as his tongue tasted her pussy. Neha pressed her head closer to her pussy. Viki opened his mouth and went aggressive with his tongue.

She reached her orgasm, her legs shivering. She pulled him up and kept kissing him. Neha flipped him and climbed on top, sitting on his dick. Viki kept both hands on her boobs. Neha moved down, kissed under his waist above the band. Neha placed her hand on his crotch, feeling its hardness.

She looked into Viki’s eyes. His eyes were curious about what she’d do next. She removed his underwear, his dick standing tall. Neha’s face reached his cock; she planted a few kisses along its length. She grabbed his cock with her right hand, pulled the skin down, took the head into her mouth.

She kept sucking it, her tongue licking his member. She cupped his balls with her left hand, playing with them with her fingers. Viki couldn’t hold on any longer. Neha was giving an amazing blowjob. It was his first time receiving one. He signalled he was on the edge and asked Neha to stop.

She continued until he came in her mouth. He lasted longer than Neha imagined. Any other virgin would pre-ejaculate even with the thought of fucking her. Now, Neha sat up on Viki. Viki removed her blouse and went closer to her.

He took her left boob in his mouth and her right boob in his left hand. He kept switching her tits and sucked them for at least 20 minutes until she stopped him. His cock was hard again with the help of Neha’s magic hand. She took it and guided it into her pussy.

She slowly lowered her body on it, engulfing his cock entirely. Viki was in awe, feeling the pussy for the first time. She kept fucking him in that position. Viki enjoyed the pleasure he got from Neha. His dream woman was now riding and grinding on his dick.

She fucked him until he finished inside her and slept beside him. Viki kept sucking her boobs like a baby, and they both drifted off to sleep.

Hello, I am a passenger who got on a train from Delhi to Assam, and the journey became a core experience of my life.

Let’s say I go by the name Suraj; I am from Delhi and work in the design field. I love to travel.

I have traveled to almost every state in India and have experienced the sweet desert of that land (IYKYK). I go to the gym every day; it’s my oxygen, tbh. Let me tell you more about me: I am a fair-skinned guy with decent muscle mass, 5’6″ tall.

Let’s come back to the story.

Lately, due to office work, I couldn’t travel as much, which was eating away at me. And I felt like burnout was knocking on my door. So, I booked a ticket to Assam. I always wanted to see the 7 Sisters, and not many people travel there. So, I thought I would be able to have my time there. Who knew the journey had something else planned for me?

My booking turned out to be RAC, and I was pissed that I would have to share my seat with someone. I wanted to have some me-time. I thought that if it was an old-aged person, my journey would be ruined, as it was a 2-day travel.

While I was looking out the window, waiting for my seat partner to arrive, I saw a very beautiful lady get on the train. I was checking her out from the window, and my eyes followed her until she stepped into the train.

I was watching her as she walked; oh, that sexy way – I could see that she goes to the gym and takes care of her body. Since she was wearing baggy clothes, her figure was not definable. But she had smooth, white skin, pink lips, big eyes, and black hair. She came to my seat and stopped; I was still looking at her.

She told me it was her seat; I didn’t hear that and continued staring at her eyes. When she repeated herself, I broke my freeze and said in a child’s voice, “Yes.”

She chuckled, and I cleared my throat and again said, “Yes.”

She sat on the other half, as we were in 2nd AC. So, the seats were quite spacious for us.

We exchanged names. Let’s call her Lina. She was going to her home in Assam.

We talked a bit, and I noticed that Lina was checking me out as well. I thought it was nothing serious; I told her I was going to Assam for a vacation, and her eyes had sparkles. She automatically started telling me about the places I must visit and what kind of food I shouldn’t miss out on.

As the conversation went on, we became comfortable, and I told Lina to spread her legs, as she was sitting with folded legs, and she did immediately. She told me to relax as well. Now, my feet were touching her thighs – oh, her defined thighs. I got turned on.

As there was a pause in the conversation, I broke the ice by telling her that I have a hobby of photography and started showing her my clicks. I leaned towards her, and she also came close. And by accident, our lips touched. We recoiled to our seats. It was evening time, so we already had curtains on.

After gathering courage, I looked into her eyes. And Lina was already giving me looks that made me devour her more.

We together leaned in for a kiss, and I pulled Lina onto me while kissing.

We were like hungry animals. I was a hungry fox, and Lina was my prey. I was dripping for her flesh.

I was running my hands on her back, over her clothes, over her waist, which was accessible. Now, I put my hand inside her top, and my fingers were caressing her bare, smooth skin, while her fingers were running through my hair.

We were eating each other, and Lina broke to gasp; I took the opportunity to free one of her breasts. It was big and soft and very squishy. It was dark, so I couldn’t see the color of her nipple, but they were hard, and I could hear them saying, “Bite me.” I took her breast in my mouth and circled my lip around Lina’s nipple. I bit it, and Lina let out an arousing “ahhh.” I licked it again and bit the boob; I’m sure that would have left a love bite.

Lina got back and got her both breasts out and got them in her hands and started teasing me by playing with them. By seeing the sight, I leaned over Lina and grabbed those breasts and started sucking on them, and Lina was making sweet, small moans. I was also guiding my hand to her pants, and as I found it, I slid my hand in. There, I found a soaked pussy waiting to be claimed and owned. While sucking on Lina’s breasts, I looked up at her eyes as I slipped my finger in her. I saw her eyes roll back.

Lina: “Aah… Suraj… yes…”

I was moving my finger in her wet pussy, touching and feeling her walls. She was hot inside.

Lina: “Yes, deeper… mmmhhh… aaahh…”

She was twitching from my single movement. Lina said, “Suraj, I want the real thing,” while touching my erected dick.

She was moving her hand over my dick while breathing heavily. I pushed into her pussy wall with my finger. I said, “Say it nicely, and I might give it to you…”

She seemed clueless for a moment and got up and dragged her pants down to find the mess that my fingers had made and a puddle of her warm, steamy fluids, still flowing out of her pussy onto my finger.

I said, “You seem to be dying to have me.”

Lina nodded her head and bit her lips. I kissed her lip and went to kiss her other lips. Her lower lips tasted better – a bit salty, a bit sweet, and warm. I thrust my tongue in her pussy and moved it on the wall. Her pussy texture was so smooth, as if I was licking silk chocolate. My mouth was drenched in her fluid. She was pushing my head into her pussy with her hand. I went up to her clit, kissed it, sucked it, and gave gentle sensations with my tongue, and she twitched.

Lina: “Don’t do that; I might die, Suraj…”

I: “I will bring you back from heaven.”

Lina: “Stop being cheesy and fuck me!”

I: “No, you’re not asking like a good girl…”

I bit her clit with my lips, and she let out a storm.

I: “Look at you; you made a mess, little girl…”

Lina got the assignment. And the next moment, she said with her watery eyes, “I want your dick in my pussy, daddy; fuck me, daddy.”

I tapped on her clit a few times.

I: “Good girl…”

I took my dick out, which was fully erect, spit on it, and placed it on her pussy opening. I moved it around a little on her lips, and she was going crazy.

She said, “Yes,” while biting her lips. And then, I put the head in.

Lina: “Hhhhh…”

I: “You wanted it; I’m giving you another thrust.”

Lina: “I am not a whore; be easy.”

I knew it; I knew that a northern dick for a phadi pussy is much more than they can handle. I pushed my half-dick in with another thrust. And she was clinching my arms and holding her moans.

Lina: (holding her moan) “Easy, daddy.”

I: “I will take it slow; trust me.”

I started moving there to make her walls adjust to me, and then suddenly, I pushed myself in her.

I: “You feel so warm deep inside.” (while moving slowly)

Lina: (had tears in her eyes) “Aahhh… I… love ittt…”

I picked up the pace and started sucking her nipple with it. After a while-

Lina: “I am coming, Suraj…”

I started thrusting and ramming her hard, and she came on my dick. Her body twitched a lot.

Lina: “This was the best… hhh… hhh… Thank you, daddy…”

I: “I am not done yet…”

Her eyes widened. And I started ramming aggressively, but I made sure I didn’t make any noise. As I was about to come, I asked, “Where should I come?”

Lina: “Give me your seeds; today is my safe day.”

And I let out my cum deep inside her with a big thrust and fell on her chest. We rested for a bit. Then, she went to the bathroom, and I followed her. As she got in, I got in as well. I wanted to fuck her there as well, but we had one whole day left. And I kissed her and came out.

While walking back to the seat, I found the TT and had a conversation with him (in the next story). At the seat, I changed the bedding, and she also came; we kissed and laid on each other like husband and wife.

That’s part one of my story.

I will post another part in which I will portray how she looked naked and her curves. Wait patiently.

You can contact me at [email protected]. I will try to reply to all.

(Males, don’t come asking for sex.)

Hello guys, this is Vikram here again from Hyderabad. Hope you have read the first part of the story of a shy Marathi wife. I am here to take you through what happened next, after less than a week, when we had a massage session.

It was hardly a week after the massage session with Sayali. I got a WhatsApp message from Ashish. It was a personal message to me. He mentioned that things probably moved forward after the massage session. Sayali might be ready to move forward, rather than just a massage.

I said it was a great chance for her to open up and have a hot scene to be witnessed by Ashish. It has been his long-cherished dream. Ashish himself only created a WhatsApp group, which he added his wife and me to.

It started with a normal chat: Hello, how are you? How was the day, etc. Then it went to ask how the massage session was. And this chatting went on and on. I guessed that Sayali was now opening up through a hot chat and ready for real action.

But I was gradually in the group, with a limited chat around the really sexy scenes. The chat went on for a couple of days. One evening, I was chatting in the group with both Ashish and Sayali. It was getting hotter and hotter now, and I was getting excited for what would be happening, and so was Ashish.

I went on asking her some questions in rapid-fire rounds and tried to understand how the hot wife bull, cuckold lifestyle works. She was opening up when I asked about which position she would enjoy the most. It was clear that they were only used to boring missionary positions whenever they were fucking.

Then, for namesake, she told me a position she would like me to have with her. We kept chatting late at night. Ashish had already fallen asleep, and Sayali was only chatting with me. She was aroused by the chat I was having with her. She told me that I had already made her pussy drenching wet down there.

I abruptly said it was time to go to bed, and she invited me to her bedroom. Then it was my turn to ask her to be patient. Nevertheless, we planned our next session for the weekend morning. The chatting continued for the next two days till Saturday arrived.

I asked Ashish to be on time to pick me up from the cab drop-off point at his house. He obliged and was ready to pick me up like a good cuckold. As soon as I reached their house and entered the hall, I saw the stunning Sayali clad in a red saree. She was looking stunning.

I didn’t want to control myself and just pounced on her as soon as Ashish locked the door of the hall. She was like, “Wait, I am yet to touch up with lipstick.” But who cares about lipstick now? Without paying any attention to Ashish I started exploring her boobs, ass and sexy belly over her saree.

Ashish started taking pics on his mobile. Sayali and I were engrossed fully in cuddling and kissing. Her lips were super soft and strawberry red, which tasted sweet as well. The cuddling went on for 10-15 minutes on their couch. Then went to the bedroom.

The foreplay on the bed continued for a very long time. At least for an hour or so, during which I explored her body under her saree. Though the Pallu was already down, she gradually removed her blouse and hung her bra strap on one of the sides. It was a super arousing scene for Ashish.

He continued taking pics of his wife cuddling with her Bull. Then it was time for her to get rid of the saree and get into just the panties, as the blouse and bra were already undone and lying on the floor with my T-shirt. I rolled over the petticoat to her waist.

I found nice black panty covering her Super round ass and puffy pussy. I kept playing with the back of her thighs, kneading her ass for some time. Trying to put my fingers inside the panty edges, which was giving her shivers. Meanwhile, I kneaded her boobs like a soft dough.

She was super excited for me to go ahead and was pulling me towards her to keep my body as close as hers. In between, I pulled down her panty and got the view of her hairless pussy, which was freshly shaved. Ashish was completely engrossed in taking pics and videos.

He was watching her wife being enjoyed by the Bull. When I was very close to her boobs and sucking the perky nipples and giving soft bites on them, she gave out moans. It was an exciting signal for me. She whispered in my ear and asked when I was going to do away with my pants.

I told her, “Why don’t you take care of it?” She got up, removed my belt and pulled down the jeans. Now I was in my boxers giving the image of erected dick. She wanted to see it very eagerly. She pull down the boxers, and my dick was now in front of her face.

I thought she would now give me the sexiest blowjob as her lips were very tempting. But to my misfortune, she was not yet ready for a blowjob. She just held my erect dick in her hand and moved it back and forth. I signalled Ashish to hand over the condom.

The cuckold obeyed, opened the packet and gave me the condom and I was ready for humping. The sexy Marathi wife was lying completely naked in front of me. She was shy and kept her eyes closed, but the excitement was seen on her face.

She spread her legs to give me a better view of her pussy lips where I was about to put my dick. Her pussy was completely drenched by the cuddling we had for an hour and a half. I kept my dickhead on her pussy lips slightly spreading it. But did not want to put it inside her pussy immediately and tease her.

I just kept moving it up and down and on the sides of her pussy walls. Her palms, which held my arms, were giving me a signal. I should not wait anymore to enter her drenched pussy. I thought it was now the correct time to do it. She had such a tight pussy.

But because it was oozing juices, my dick entered with very low resistance. The ecstasy on her face was giving me immense pleasure she was getting satisfied because of my, cuddling foreplay and now the dick. Their favourite position was missionary.

I am continuing for more than 15 to 20 minutes. I felt that cooling with the AC was not sufficient. We were sweating because of the intense fucking that we both were enjoying. Ashish was enjoying because he was able to watch Bull, fuck his wife to his heart. She was very happy but pleading with me to stop.

She had already released her juices twice, which was happening for the first time. She had longed for such an orgasm. I was not even close to cumming. But still, to make her comfortable, I pulled out and thought I would discharge only after the second round.

I left both Ashish and Sayali in the room and left to clean myself in the washroom. When I came back, she had just put on a loose T-shirt and her panties. They were waiting for me to have some juice and snacks. We quickly had.

Then climbing on the bed and lay near her playing with her boobs over the T-shirt. Letting us cool down after an hour’s gap. I told her why we should not go for a second round. She said, “Oh, you are ready for the second round so early?”

“Yeah, for sure, for a sexy and shy lady.” Next time, I choose to take her in the doggy position and make her go on her four. It gave me a wonderful view of her beautiful ass. I asked her to lower her head and grab a pillow where she can rest it. The position in her ass can be spread and pussy can be drilled perfectly.

Ashish was ready with a new condom, which I wore and started exploring her pussy again now from a different angle. This time I just held her by waist and put my dick in her sexy pussy, started humping it. After a few strokes, I saw Ashish was super excited by the angle and the way his wife was getting fucked.

Next, he did something very kinky. He came down between our both legs and started licking her pussy from the downside to give him more excitement, I removed once my dick from her pussy And left it lying outside for a moment. He understood, to be sucked and put back into his wife’s pussy.

He did it without saying anything. The sessions lasted a little longer, and again she had an orgasm. I kept fucking her pussy and sometimes bending to grab her boobs. I was pulling her bouncy hair, which she liked very much. This time I cum on her ass and lay near her.

After resting in bed with her for some time, I saw she was exhausted. I told Ashish to let her sleep. She had got fucked in the best way she ever had, and I made a move. I hope you liked the story of this session. Since there have been even more sessions, I will come back with those updates very soon.

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Hello readers, I am Abhinav, and I am back with the second part.

I helped Koyal to reach out the washroom and first time I saw her 36 sized clean soft shaking ass. Her ass cheeks were big. With every foot movement, it swayed and drove me crazy. I got an instant erection. My shaft grew, wanting to go again in Koyal. No matter where or which hole, anything would do.

Koyal cleaned herself and looked in a hurry, wanting to return home. I tried to hold her, but this time she resisted.

Koyal: Chod do sahab, bohot time hua, meri saas aa jayegi. (Leave me. I am late. Otherwise, my MIL will come here searching for me.)

I understood her situation, planted a kiss and gave her 1000 bucks as incentive. I thanked her for fulfilling my desire and gave her a day off. It was an unbelievable experience, and I felt very lucky. But the scene of exposed nude ass haunted me the entire day.

My cunning mind generated another fantasy. Anyway, there is always better luck next time, and I was positive enough to fulfil it. Moving forward, we went back to normal as if nothing had happened between us. Koyal started to keep a distance, and her behaviour completely changed.

A couple of days later, my family visited for a brief period. I introduced Koyal to my wife, and clearly there one can spot the difference. My sex life became good and healthy. I enjoyed my wife’s company, and it was going well.

One day I shared my ass fucking fantasy with her. She agreed instantly, I Lubricated her ass by fingering with coconut oil. But the difference in fingering and actual dick penetration is huge as per diameter. Just as my dick head entered she screamed.

Somehow, I stood stable and stroked in further, and she again screamed in pain. The two-inch penetration was the end of my fantasy. It wasn’t possible, and she didn’t allow me to proceed. My attention shifted towards busty Koyal. I was eagerly waiting for the family to leave to allow one more encounter with her.

Finally, they left, allowing me to explore more and more with Koyal. The next day, during dinner, she looked in serious mood.

Me: Koyal, Kya hua baat kyu nahi kar rahi? (What happened? Why are you not talking?)

Koyal: Kuch nahi sahib. (Nothing happened sir.)

Me: Naraaz ho kya? (Disappointed?)

Koyal: Nahi, aisi baat nahi. (Not as such.)

In order to cheer her up and make her lively, I gifted her a yellow color saree.

Me: Ye gift hai meri taraf se. (Accept it as a gift from my side)

Her eyes lit instantly, I hugged her tightly and asked to share the problem.

Koyal: Apni patni ke sath maza kiye hoge? (Did you enjoy your time with your wife?)

Me: Utna maza nahi jitna tere sath. (Nothing much as compared with you)

Koyal: Itna sundar to hai, fir maza kyo nahi aya? (She is so beautiful, yet you didn’t enjoy?)

I pressed her black blouse and white bra straps allowed boobs to pop up.

Me: Jo maza pake aam mein, woh santre mein nahi. (Ripe mango is far more delicious than an orange)

She blushed with shyness. I had praised her beauty enough, and all I wanted was another session with her. She understood it too.

Koyal: Ab main jayada time nahi de sakti, mere ghar pe shaq karte. (I can’t dedicate more time, my family doubts and questions me.)

OK, I caught the problem. I let her go immediately with a positive intent of catching her next time. Also, my job was done. I had no doubts in her and sensed that her family and time needed to be managed accordingly.

A week later, I came up with a plan to tackle both of them. I insisted that Koyal get her MIL with her in the evening. I briefed them on cleaning work and explained that Koyal is experienced in it. She’s got tremendous skills, gets the work done quickly, and is a good cook too.

Me: Koyal anubhavi hai. Uske dono globes pe work karna hai and anal ki double roti khani hai. (Koyal is experienced, I want to work on her breasts and eat fuck her ass.)

I’m sure they didn’t get any of the above, and I paid her 500Rs as an advance.
A very enthusiastic mind eagerly waiting for next Wednesday, Koyal arrived in cleaner clothes on the pretext of providing housecleaning service. I was a bit disappointed as she did not look sexy and gorgeous.

We directly went into the bedroom and shut the door.

Me: Koyal tum ye kapdo me kyo ayi ho? (Why do you wear this outfit?)

Koyal: Sahab, makaan ki safai ke liye. (For cleaning the house.)

Me: Makaan to saaf hai, meri madad kardo. (House is clean, help me)

I showed her the bulge in my pants. She removes her shirt and skull cap, and boom! She adjusts her long hair to add more excitement. Unable to control my urge

Koyal: Ruko! Pahle main rasoi ka kaam khatam kar deti. (Wait, let me finish off the kitchen work.)

Me: Main tumko lunga khane mein.(I will eat you in lunch)

Just then, I started kissing her, my lips locked with her soft ones in a wilder way. She closed her eyes, and I French kissed her. My hands worked on removing her saree pallo, revealing her round neck blouse. Her long mangalsutra was tucked in her blouse cleavage.

She had started to enjoy. I broke the kiss and came to her neck, madly kissing and my lips covering her entire neck region, hands holding her back, her closed eyes made her feel the romantic sensation happening in her body. Her hands catching my back indicated supporting my wild movements.

I turned towards her back and hands worked on her blouse, with every massage her 36d breasts popped out, she started to breathe heavily. I started to undo the buttons one by one and released the enormous 36d breasts from her bra. They popped out instantly.

I fondled them softly, just wanting Koyal to enjoy too. It couldn’t fit in my palm. While fondling, I occasionally pressed the soft nipples out. That aroused Koyal as she started to moan.

Me: Itne bade hai tere, baap bhi khush, beta bhi khush. (They are big enough to keep the father-son duo happy.)

I undraped her loose sari and untied the petticoat string, and off they fell on the floor, leaving her in her panties. I continued to fondle her breasts and asked Koyal to catch them. In the mean time I slid my hands in her panty, fingers reaching out for pussy lips.

Oh, it was all wet. I lowered it down, and there stood Koyal, all nude. I turned her towards me and began pressing her ass.

Me: Koyal, dekho tumhari gand kitni badi hai. (Koyal, just look at your big ass)

I showed this to her in the mirror, I wanted to arouse her more and permit me to enter her ass.

Me: Tumhari gand marne ka mann kar raha hai. (I want to fuck your asshole.)

Koyal: Sahab, gand me koi jata hai kya? (Does any one enter in the ass?)

Me: Mujhe jane do ek bar, bohot badi hai. Itni badi hone ka kya fayda? (Let me go in once. What’s the use of having such a big one?) Jab tum chalti ho tab ye dono hilte hai aur bohot sexy lagti (When you walk, they sway, making you look sexy)

I was convincing her in the best way.

Koyal: Aisa kya! Ek bar leke dekhti, par pahle muje santusht karo (Is it really? Please satisfy me before you try it)

Yeah! Without wasting any time, we both got into bed. My dick was already hard rock and we first tried in missionary pose. She spread her legs. My dick entered easily as it was already wet. A couple of strokes and I got in.

Koyal moaned in a softer tone. I started to increase speed, she held me tightly, with every stroke her moans increased.

Koyal: Hay…Katek Kitna Bhadiya Karthas (Oh, how good you are doing?)

ME: OK, Koyal. Kitni sexy body hai. (How sexy you are?)

After 5 minutes, I started to feel that it’s super sexy, and her facial expression is making me go crazy. I could sense pre cum and may not be able to control. Slowly, I started to reduce speed and stay stable, clinging to her body.

Koyal: Kai hoye Sahab? (What happened, sir?)

Me: Kuch nahi…position badal ke karte (Nothing, lets change position)

We changed the position.

I asked her to ride on me. I made her sit on my dick and my entire shaft went in smoothly. She moaned heavily. Within seconds, she started riding while I lay on the bed. My hands caught her bouncing globes. She closed her eyes and explored herself getting pleasured by 15cm long cock.

In the process she cummed making the area more wet. Finally she bent to kiss me on lips and that added sensation to my dick stroking in her. I knew she would get tired out soon as she was working hard. My dick had enough of wet white cum all over the head. Now it was my time,

Me: Koyal, tum kutiya bano. (Koyal, come in doggy pose)

She obeyed me. I adjusted her body position in doggy. O GOSH! Her big ass was in front inviting me. I spread her cheeks and kissed her hole. Koyal moaned. My hands separated the cheeks, and the tongue started to lick the virgin hole. She started moaning.

I injected my saliva with my tongue making her anus wet. She was pleased with this exercise. All I wanted is to make her comfortable enough by enjoying before I enter her asshole. I pulled her up in doggy, placed two pillows below her pussy.

I poured coconut oil in her ASS, applied and massaged my dick too. I stroked my dickhead gently in the virgin hole. She yelled. Only the head was in. Slowly, I drilled in further. I knew it wouldn’t be easy for her, so no hurry. Again, one stroke and now she had started to feel the pain.

In order to relax, I diverted her attention by massaging and fondling her breasts. She caught my hands and we repeated this exercise for further strokes. I had drilled my entire dick in her ass. With the final push, she couldn’t bear the pressure and fell on the bed.

My dick started to move in her tight asshole. Her moaning stopped, and she could relax a bit. I started to fuck the ass and with every movement I could hear her moan. My thighs exerted pressure, her legs trembled, and she covered her mouth with the bedsheet.

After 2 minutes, I couldn’t control and started to offloaded my hot cum. I lay on her until the last drop entered her hot ass and filled it.

We lay exhausted. It was the first time for both of us. My fantasy got fulfilled finally. Koyal had taken it like a champ. I appreciated her willpower and support. Indeed, it was one of the best days of my life.

Hi guys, I am back. Mera naam Rohit Gupta hai. Main Haryana ka rehne wala hu. Meri body fit hai, aur height 5’10” hai. Meri sister ka naam Shreya Gupta hai (name changed). Wo mujhse umar mein 4 saal badi hai, aur uska figure around 34-32-36 tha. Patli thi, but saara samaan heavy tha. Aisa figure jo kisi ko bhi apna deewana bana le.

Ab raat ko full mast sex karne ke baad hum dono ek-doosre ki baahon mein hi so gaye. Main beech-beech mein uske chuche daba raha tha, aur mera lund baar-baar uski gaand ke chhed mein jaane ki koshish kar raha tha.

Jab wo tang ho gayi, to wo uthi, aur bina kuch bole mera lund choosne lagi. Sath hi sath mere tatton ko bhi sehlane lagi. Mere muh se sirf umm ahh ki awaaz nikal rahi thi. Kul 10 minute lund choosne ke baad wo garam ho gayi aur mere lund par aake baith gayi. Uski chut geeli na hone ke kaaran use kaafi dard hua, to wo zor se chillayi-

Shreya: Ahhh behanchod, Rohit ye kya ho gaya ahhhh?

Me: Kya hua behan?

Shreya: Arre lund chooste-chooste chudai ka mann hua. Bc chut geeli nahi thi. Ahh bahut dard ho raha hai.

Fir maine use litaya, aur uski chut chaatne laga. Wo siskiyan bharti rahi. Main kabhi uske thighs ko kiss karta, kabhi uski chut ki line ko chaat-ta. Ufff wo 5 minute mein paani-paani ho gayi aur boli-

Shreya: Jaan ab intezaar nahi hota, daal do.

Maine ek hi jhatke mein apna lund uski chut mein dala, aur uski dono taangein apne kandho par rakh li. Main uska gala dabata raha aur smooch karta raha. Jaise hi usne muh khola, maine thook diya, aur usne bina kuch soche nigal li. Ye sab dekh kar meri hawas aur badh gayi. Fir maine uske dono hath uske sar ke upar pakad liye, aur zor-zor se dhakka dena shuru kiya.

Shreya: Ahhh, kya kar rahe ho? Aaram se karo!

Rohit: Mat roko, enjoy karo.

Shreya: Ahh jaanwar ho tum to.

Main uske boobs par bite karne laga. Fir maine usko doggy style mein kiya, aur galti se uski gaand ke andar apna lund daal diya. Wo zor se chilla uthi, aur ek-dum seedhi let gayi gaand pakad kar.

Shreya: Ye kya kar rahe ho? Gaand faad di meri!

Me: Sorry yaar galti se.

Shreya: Ab aaram se karna.

Me: Okay jaan.

Aur use kiss karne laga. Fir hum doggy style mein aaye, aur main uski gaand pe thappad maarta hua use chodne laga. Beech-beech mein uske baal pakad ke kheenchta raha. Kya nazara tha us time ka.

Shreya: Ahh Rohit zor se yes zor se.

Uski siskiyan sunte hue maine apna poora zor laga diya, aur bola-

Me: Main jhadne wala hu.

Shreya: Andar hi jhaad do fuck Rohit.

Maine bina kuch soche andar hi jhaad diya, aur maine time dekha to subha ke 4 baj chuke the. Hum thak bhi bahut gaye the, to hum bina kuch soche nange hi so gaye.

Subha jab main utha to wo bed par nahi thi. Wo mere liye chai bana kar layi, aur mujhe kiss kiya aur boli-

Shreya: Thank you Rohit, tumne meri saari tension door kar di, aur mujhe life ka best sex karne diya.

Rohit: Koi baat nahi Shreya. Lekin ab se tum meri slave ban kar rahogi.

Shreya: Haa-haa Rohit, jaisa tum kaho.

Wo mere upar aa kar baith gayi, aur kiss karne lagi. Itni hi der mein mera loda fir khada ho gaya. Fir wo neeche gayi, aur mera lund lollipop ki tarah choosne lagi.

Me: Ahh Shreya, umm, aaram se. Saara zor lagwa diya tumne kal raat.

Wo gusse mein uth kar chali gayi kitchen mein. Main uske peeche-peeche gaya, aur usko jaake peeche se hug kar liya. Fir wo apni knees par aa gayi, aur lund choosne lagi. Main siski bharne ke alawa kuch na kar paaya.

Maine usko kitchen shelf pe bithaya, aur uski lower utaar kar uski chut chaatne laga. Thodi hi der mein usne mere muh par squirt kar diya, aur main saara maal pee gaya.

Shreya: Rohit jao, aur pehle i-pill lekar aao. Kal raat tumne mere andar hi chhodh diya tha.

Me: Haa sabse pehle lekar aata hu.

Fir main i-pill lene market gaya, aur I-pill ke sath-sath viagra aur condom bhi lekar ghar aaya.

Me: Le behan i-pill le aaya. But main kuch soch raha tha.

Shreya: Kya?

Me: Jab i-pill leni hi hai, to kyun na ek-do baar aur sex kar le?

Shreya: Tujhme to bahut stamina hai.

Me: Haa tumko dekh kar josh aa jata hai.

Shreya: Acha?

Ye bolte hi usne mujhe hug kar liya aur meri neck par smooch karne lagi. Maine bhi uske boobs par suck karna shuru kiya. Hum log lobby mein hi shuru ho gaye.

Usne mujhe sofe par dhakka diya, aur meri t-shirt nikaal fenki. Fir mere boobs par bite karna shuru kiya. Saari chest par love bites di, itna main hard ho gaya tha. Maine usko ghodi banaya, aur uski chut par apni jeebh ragadne laga. Wo sofe ke takiye ko apne hatho se dabane lagi. Main fir apna topa uske andar dala, aur wo chilla uthi-

Shreya: Ahhh fuck, Rohit kya kar raha hai? Aaram se, kya hua itna josh?

Ab usko kaise batata ki viagra ka josh tha. Main apna poora lund uski chut mein daal ke aage-peeche karne laga. Wo bas fuck aur ahh ki awaaz nikaal rahi thi. Mujhe aur josh aane laga.

Me: Baby mujhe gaand maarni hai.

Shreya: Bahut dard hoga.

Me: Ek baar hoga please.

Maine bina kuch soche apna lund uski gaand pe set kiya, aur andar daal diya.

Shreya: Ahh kutte, kameene, gaand faad di ahhh. Chhodh mujhe.

Maine bina kuch sune saara lund uske andar dala, aur aage-peeche karne laga. Wo rone lagi, aur sofe par hath maarne lagi.

Me: Ab bhi dard ho raha hai?

Shreya: Nahi chodte raho baby.

Maine usko kamar se pakad kar apni aur kheencha aur zor-zor se dhakke dene shuru kiye. Itni hi der mein wo jhad gayi. Maine usko seedha kiya, aur uski chut chaatne laga. Fuck kya sexy taste tha uski chut ka.

Shreya: Ab please chut mein daalo.

Ye bolte hue wo mera lund sehlane lagi. Maine uske pair hawa mein karke apna lund uski chut mein daal diya aur dhakke dene shuru kiye. Thodi hi der mein uska paani nikal gaya, aur saara sofa geela ho gaya. Par main kahan rukne wala tha.

Main kabhi uske boobs par bite karta, kabhi uska gala pakad kar gag karwata, beech-beech mein uske muh pe bhi thookta aur chaat leta. Wo jaan-boojh kar muh kholti, taaki main usme thook saku.

Wo mere upar aa gayi, aur cowgirl position mein aage-peeche hone lagi. Main uski gaand pe thappad maarta raha, aur boobs choosta raha. Ab main jhadne wala tha, to aur zor se dhakka dena shuru kiya. Fir main uski chut mein hi jhad gaya. Uske baad usne I-pill li, aur main sone chala gaya.

Agli story mein dekhenge ki wo pregnant kaise hui aur aage kya hua. Feedback aur suggestion ke liye mail kariyega [email protected]
Thank you, milte hai agli story mein.

One day, I received a call from my female friend, and she asked me to join her for clubbing. She was coming alone, so I agreed because she was feeling lonely and wanted to dance and party. Around 9 pm, I picked her up in my car from our metro station. She looked beautiful. And I gave her some compliments. She started laughing. And then I took her to a restaurant, where we ordered food and talked about our children. She teased me, and I did the same. She flirted with me, and I reciprocated.

After that, we visited the club, and she started dancing immediately. I joined her, and sometimes she came so close to me that I could feel her breasts. It was a feel-good feeling, and I was getting a little hard, but I controlled it from getting bigger. However, Riya started coming close to me again. Her big ass was pressing against my dick, and I could feel her ass as she danced. She also felt my dick getting hard. And then I slowly asked her to dance near me. She asked why, but in her heart, she knew the answer. I told her it was because I didn’t want to show everyone that I was getting horny, and my dick was getting hard slowly.

When I went to drink water, I saw a girl who was incredibly hot and sexy. She was wearing a white mini skirt, black leggings, and a green top. She was so beautiful that even Riya couldn’t compare to her beauty. After 2-3 minutes, Riya came to me and told me she was going to the washroom. I said okay, but she asked me to go with her. I agreed and waited outside the female washroom for her to come back.

When she came out, she asked me to enter the washroom with her. I was hesitant, but she requested me to join her, saying no one was inside. I was feeling horny, so I said yes, which turned out to be my biggest mistake (and a blessing at the same time 😉). She came close to me, and we started kissing. My hands were on her ass, and I was squeezing it while kissing her. We kissed, and she was good at it.

Afterward, she opened my pants and dragged them down along with my underwear. I didn’t want her to go down on my dick, so I pulled her and kissed her instead. I wanted more kisses, but that random girl took entry into the washroom and shouted at us, saying, “What are you doing here!? How can you enter a female washroom!?” I apologized. And Riya told her it was her mistake; that because of her I came. The girl threatened to call the police and file a complaint against us.

She came close to me and said, “I’m calling the police,” but Riya and I requested her to please not do this, offering to do anything else for her. She said she wanted to join us and told us to do what she says. She grabbed my dick with my balls. And I thought she wanted a threesome. I asked Riya, and she said we didn’t have any choice, so we agreed. The girl told Riya to go back to the club, order a pizza, and wait for us.

When Riya left, the girl told me to spread my legs and take support from the walls, instructing me not to touch her. She started spanking my dick, and it felt incredibly painful but good at the same time. I think I received almost 15 spanks, each one harder than the previous one. Despite the pain, I was getting horny, and my dick was getting harder. She said, “You’re enjoying it, my little man…” I denied it but deep inside, I knew I was. And I’m sure she knew that too. So, she grabbed my balls and squeezed them for 10 seconds. I told her to stop and got on my knees, wondering what she might do next. She left my balls and told me to dress up, saying we would join Riya.

After joining Riya, we ate pizza, and the girl told me to book an OYO room. However, Riya suggested we go to her flat instead, and we could go by my car. The girl agreed. And when we reached the car, she asked Riya if she could drive. Riya said yes, and the girl told me to sit between the seats and the back grab. I was a bit confused but I sat there anyway. And she told me to remove her shoes. She put her legs on my face and instructed me to smell them. And then she told me to lick her feet with leggings.

I had never done it before, but she was adamant about it. She stood up, removed my pants and underwear, and said, “This is your punishment; go back to your place.” I started licking her leg, and she said, “Faster.” She pushed her feet into my mouth, and I couldn’t breathe. She was so cruel and really knew how to dominate someone. I guess I was really enjoying it because I was getting hard again. I was thinking about Riya and what she would think of me. Riya was watching me lick the girl’s feet from the mirror.

The girl put her second leg on my dick, giving me a footjob, and said, “You’re getting hard again, my little man. You like it.” I was busy licking her feet and didn’t answer. So, she pressed my balls with her other leg and said, “Say something. Like, ‘I love it. I want more.’” I said, “Yes, I do. You’ll make my little man smile and laugh.” The girl told me to sit on her thick thigh, and I did. My balls could feel her sexy thigh. And she started stroking my dick. It felt amazing, and I was in heaven.

Her soft hand made me feel relaxed. And I leaned back, supported by her sexy boobs. It was my best moment. And I was getting humiliated in front of Riya, but it was worth it. Riya was looking at me from the mirror with a dirty look, and I mistakenly grabbed the girl’s other thigh. She shouted, “Who told you to touch me?” with an angry tone, saying I would get punished. She hardened her grip on my dick, and every stroke was getting painful, but I was enjoying it.

After that, she told me to relax on her and started tapping on my balls. Every tap made me feel a little pain and pleasure. She grabbed both of my balls and squeezed them hard, and I shouted in pain. After a few more taps for about 2 minutes, she stopped and told me to get back down between the seats. She spread her legs and instructed me to lick her pussy from her underwear. I started licking, and it was like a dream come true. I licked for 15 minutes, and she was moaning. She started scratching my back, and I became a horny dog.

Riya told the girl that we were about to reach the destination in 10 minutes, and the girl told me to stop. She said she would give me a reward for being a good doggy. She allowed me to kiss her as much as I wanted until we reached the destination. But I was not allowed to touch her boobs. I agreed and asked if she could lie on the seat. She agreed, and we started kissing wildly. I was kissing her, and she was making out with me. I was without pants and underwear. So, while kissing, I was pressing my dick on her body and feeling it. I was so horny that I couldn’t think about anything else.

However, I made a mistake while kissing. My hand touched her boobs, and I started pressing them. They were so soft. And I was enjoying it, but I didn’t say anything. Riya said we would be at her flat in 2 minutes, and the girl stopped kissing me. She told me that I didn’t listen to her condition. So, I would get a punishment, and it would be painful for me. I was wearing my clothes. And she told Riya that she would teach her how to have fun with me and asked if Riya wanted to join her in dominating me. Riya said she would love to try, as she could see that I was enjoying it.

Riya also dominated me with her, and I will share the whole story in parts if I get a good response from you guys.

If any female wants to dominate me or give me feedback, you can contact me on Instagram: world_nothing__

Hello everyone,

DominantGuy here. I am from one of the 7 sister states in Northeast India. This is my first time publishing a story, so forgive me if it’s too boring… haha.

I am a 5’8″ average-built guy currently in Delhi. Any girl or auntie interested in having fun may kindly contact me via my email [email protected].

I love music and making new friends online. This story is about a girl I met on Facebook, how we started talking, and how I slowly dominated her into becoming my submissive.

One fine day, I was at home feeling bored because the electricity was out. So, I opened my phone and started scrolling through the apps. My finger tapped on an app called Facebook. Browsing through my friends list, I saw a girl who caught my eye. I then opened her profile and checked her pictures. She was pretty.

I assumed her height to be around 5’5″. She was lean and had good breasts. They must’ve been around 34 inches. I dropped a message in her inbox, which she later replied to. We started chatting, and this went on for about a month or two. With time, we grew closer.

One fine day, I requested her to send her photo, and she did. She was beautiful. And I admitted that I liked her. This chit-chatting continued, and we felt closer than ever. Then I slowly began to take control of her. She was quite submissive from the way she talked to me. And since I am a dom, I began to take control of her slowly, and she loved it.

Our late-night texts changed to phone calls, and phone calls upgraded to video calls.

One night, while we were on a video call, I asked her what she was wearing beneath her T-shirt. She coyly smiled. Then I asked her if she was wearing a bra, to which she blushed. I told her that I wanted to see her bra, and after pleading for some time, she showed me her bra.

Damn! What a lovely view. I told her to remove her shirt, and she followed suit. Then I told her to remove her bra, and she did. Her nipples were pinkish and stiff. They were cute and lickable.

Then I told her to pinch her nipple, and she did as I said. I asked her if she enjoyed it, to which she moaned “hmm.” I wanted to proceed further. So, I told her to remove her trousers. She gladly removed them. I saw her panties. They were black in color (which is my favorite color). It was so sexy.

She then voluntarily removed her panties. I could see some pubic hair there, but it was sexy. She then sat down in front of the camera. And then, I told her to slowly rub her clitoris with her right hand and pinch her nipple with her left hand. She did as I instructed. Soon, her moans got louder, and she finally came with a huge load. This continued for almost half a year.

Finally, the time had come for me to go home. I was really excited as I would be able to meet her finally. D-day arrived. I took a shower, got ready. Before I picked her up, I had bought some sweets, a candle, a lighter, and rope.

After driving for a while, we finally met. She sat down inside the car, and we headed to our destination. She was beautiful. She wore a white tee and denim pants. I could see the lining of her bra strap on her shirt. She was damn sexy. I couldn’t keep my hands off her inside the car.

When we arrived at the place we were supposed to go, I opened the door for her. Once we were inside, I locked the door. Then she, like a child, hugged me tight. Her soft breasts were pressed against my chest. It was a feeling to die for. Then I slowly kissed her. She was turned on. We lay down on the bed and kissed like there was no tomorrow.

After all this, we were naked (obviously). Then I put a blindfold on her. Damn, she looked so sexy! I tied her hands to the bedpost. She looked just like an angel. Then I slowly kissed her lips, and our kiss turned into a French kiss. My hands were busy fondling her breasts.

And since I couldn’t leave her pussy alone, my hand went down south. After finding her clitoris, I slowly rubbed it. Her moans got louder. Then I inserted two fingers inside her and fingered her. She came a lot. I left her in that position for a while.

Meanwhile, I lit the candle. Once I knew she was ready, I poured the candle wax on her breasts. She screamed in pain. I paid no heed to her screams. I poured the candle wax on her nipples and then on her belly, and finally on her clitoris. Once the hot wax landed on her clitoris, she screamed in pain and pleasure.

Her screams filled the room and echoed throughout. She shrugged and moaned. I checked her pussy, and it was red and ripe. I couldn’t control myself any longer, so I quickly licked her clitoris. Her screams turned to moans, and it grew louder. The magic of my tongue made her come in no time. I continued to lick her clitoris, and she came five times. And I drank all the love juice that flowed from her fountain.

After this, I positioned my dick at the entrance and shoved it all the way in. She screamed in pain and pleasure. Then I started to slowly grind my hips, and I knew that she enjoyed it. She moaned, “Aahh… aahhhhh… aahhhh… daddy, don’t stop.” Her moans got me wilder. I spanked her breasts while I continuously fucked her hard.

She enjoyed the pain I gave her, and she wanted more. I pinched and pulled her nipples hard, and she enjoyed it so much that she forgot the pain.

We did this for about an hour. I was about to come, and I told her that I was coming. She asked me to come inside her. And then I came inside her. It was such a heavenly feeling. After coming, I collapsed on top of her. Then I removed her blindfold and untied her hands. Then we cuddled and slept for a while. After this, I dropped her home.

Well, friends, this is a true story based on my experience.

Hi all ISS readers, I am Madhusudhan, a 40-year-old Tamil guy now in Bangalore.

For the last 6+ years, I have been mostly writing stories of other women or sometimes fictional ones. I had my last fun in 2018, which was a foursome. After that, my family was always with me. I couldn’t get any new opportunity. Then came COVID, and I ended up doing WFH for 2.5 years.

Finally, this April/ May, my family went to the native. I had a chance to be alone for 4 to 5 weeks. I started searching for singles or couples online in multiple spaces like chat rooms and Locanto. One of my chat friends suggested that I join a tele group, which I did.

It was very active with more than 6000 members. But there were so many fake guys chatting in the name of women. Though it was a time pass at the beginning, for 1 or 2 weeks, it became very easy to judge people.

I started posting my messages in the group seeking to host couples at my house. Again, I got responses from at least 10 to 12 persons who identified themselves as a couple.

One of them said her name is Ramya, she is 34 and from Tirupati. But she used to come to Bangalore often with her husband. Had she seen my message by then, we could have had a threesome. I just said ok, as I didn’t want to prolong the conversation.

She started texting me once or twice a day, asking about me, my work, lifestyle, everything. Usually, ladies won’t message, hence I was confident this must be some guy trying to play around with me. So I gave just answers for whatever she asked and didn’t reciprocate much.

After 2-3 weeks of chatting, she messaged me on 23rd April (Wednesday). She said she is on the way to Bangalore with her hubby. I still didn’t believe it, so I asked her for a voice call, and she called me immediately. Finally, after hearing her voice, I believed her.

I could hear the sound of the bus and people around them. I realised I was really chatting with a couple this time. She asked me if I could book an auto for her to go to my place. She is ready to come the same evening, and I am ready to do that. But on Wednesday evening after 4 PM, she didn’t come online at all.

Again, I thought it was some fantasy couples. And I didn’t disturb them or abuse them, I left it. Again, I got a message from her on Friday evening and said I needed to talk to her husband. So I gave her my mobile number and told her hubby to call me. But I didn’t receive a call on Friday.

On Saturday morning, she asked if I had spoken. I said I don’t have his number, and he hasn’t called me yet. Around 2 PM, suddenly I got a call from an unknown number; it was Ramya’s husband, Gautam. We spoke for a few minutes and decided to meet around 6 PM.

After lunch, I slept for 2-3 hours and woke up around 6 PM only. So far, there’s no sign of them coming, so I started with my usual routine and thought of going out to buy a beer for myself. That’s when Gautam called and said they just boarded the auto.

So I bought half a bottle of rum for him as well and came home eagerly waiting for their arrival. Finally, at 8:45 PM on 27th May(Saturday), they reached my home. The guy was already drunk, and he started having rum, which I got as well. Ramya wasn’t looking happy at all.

She said she is very hungry and wants to eat first before going to bed. But the online order said it would take 45 minutes, and she was shy to even touch me at first. I didn’t want to push her, so I also didn’t approach her.

After 2 rounds of drinks, Gautam went to the balcony to smoke. My balcony was very small and it’s covered. Gautam was sitting in a small chair, and Ramya and I were standing next to each other.

Now, let me tell you about her. She is a normal homely looking lady with ample size both boobs and ass. Her boobs were 34C and ass was 36 and she looked hot as she was hardly 5.2” height. I stood next to her on the balcony and slightly touched her shoulders, pulling her closer to me.

She was slightly resisting, but didn’t show anger. Now I put my right hand on her right shoulder. I put the other hand inside her saree and touched her boobs over her blouse. I realised she wasn’t wearing a bra inside, and it was very easy for me to find her nipples.

I started to roll my fingers around her nipple which made her horny slightly and then I kissed her neck. Now, Ramya got horny and asked Gautam, “Let’s go inside the bedroom and start having fun. When the delivery guy comes, one of us can go out and get the food from him.”

Once he finished his smoke, he again sat to have another round of drinks. Ramya was getting irritated as she was already very horny and wanted to have hands all over her body. Finally, after 5 minutes, all 3 of us went inside the bedroom.

Gautam sat next to Ramya and started removing her saree, letting her pallu fall. He opened the blouse hooks one by one. By this time, Gautam had become nude, and I also removed my shirt and jeans. He lay down to the left of Ramya and started sucking her left boobs.

I lied down on the other side and sucked her right boobs. Then I moved my hands towards her pussy and tried to remove her saree. Gautam realised it and he got up and removed it for me. Now Ramya was lying completely naked in front of both her hubby and me.

I started finger fucking her and sucking her boobs. After a few minutes, Gautam got up and put his cock in Ramya’s mouth. That’s when I saw his cock was hardly 2-3” and didn’t raise in spite of her sucking it for a few minutes. Ramya started giving me a handjob by this time.

She said something in Gautam’s ears that I didn’t understand (They speak in Telugu). Later she pushed Gautam away and wanted me to give my cock for her to suck. Now, Gautam was lying to the left side and saw me putting my cock in his wife’s mouth.

Mine cock is not so big like what guys advertise these days. It’s normal, 6 inches only, but it’s pretty thick and black. Gautam was pushing his wife Ramya’s head towards my cock and made her take it deeper. Ramya was a pro in sucking. She sucked so smoothly without her teeth falling on my cock.

To my surprise, she was able to take the entire 6” in her mouth. Only a very few women have done for me in the past. Now, Ramya asked Gautam to lie on top of her while she is sucking my cock. Suddenly after a minute, I realised she was sucking very fiercely.

I could feel her teeth on my cock. That’s when I realise, it was Gautam who was sucking me now and not Ramya. For those who have read my previous stories, I have been a top, and this wasn’t something new to me. Almost for 15 minutes both of them kept sucking one after another.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and it was the food delivery. I dressed up, went out and got it inside. Both of them ate the food. Immediately we all laid down on the bed, again they both started sucking me. It was almost 11 by now, and they were to leave by 12.

So I told Gautam to move away and let me fuck her. I put my cock on top of her pussy and slightly put it inside. I could see her eyes going up. With each thrust, I kept pushing inch by inch and started with a slow thrust inside. After 2 minutes, Ramya pushed Gautam away.

She held me by my neck and also put both her legs around me. Now I was cuffed between her and started to push deeply and hard. Gautam just saw both of us, and she didn’t even let him kiss her during this time. I kept crushing her boobs and fucked her hardly.

When I was about to release my cum, I asked her whether to take it out. But she said I need it inside, please release it inside itself. Finally after releasing the cum, I moved away. I went inside one of the restrooms to clean my cock. When I came back, I saw Gautam licking her pussy with my cum in it.

Then both of them went inside the restrooms, cleaned themselves and came back. It was almost 11:45. Ramya wanted to leave immediately as her kids were in her mother-in-law’s house (Gautam’s house).

But Gautam said, let’s leave by early morning, around 3 AM, so that no one sees us. I, too, agreed to his plan. I was awake till 3 AM in the hall. By 3 AM, I went inside the bedroom to wake them up. Ramya woke up immediately and sat next to me on the sofa.

Gautam was drunk, and he didn’t get up at all. Ramya was still feeling sleepy. To comfort her, I put my arms around her shoulders and made her lie on my shoulders. Then made her lie down on my lap. But when her head touched my cock over my track pants, it started growing.

I couldn’t control it anymore. I put my left hands inside her saree and started to caress her belly, boobs over the blouse. I know she also can’t sleep after this. So I lowered my tracks and took out my cock. She gulped it immediately and started to suck it.

For about another 10 minutes she was sucking peacefully while I was playing with her boobs and finger fucking. Then, around 3:15, I made her lie down and lifted her saree. I removed my tracks and inserted my cock into her pussy. Now it’s only the two of us.

Ramya loved every bit of it. Finally after another 10 minutes I released my cum. She said, “Don’t tell about this one-on-one with Gautam, as he might get angry.”

Later, she went and woke him up. I booked a cab for them around 3:45, and they both left.

I think by the time this story is posted, my house won’t be free. Any couples who are interested in a threesome or any comments/reviews about the story, can ping me on my ID [email protected]. I’m 40 years old, 6ft tall, a black, South Indian guy.

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

This story happened right after my previous story, Echoes of Anu EP 1 Infidelity Kiss. This story happened in the year 2012 when I was stuck between my boyfriend Arjun, best friend Priya, and my new crush Vishnu; a single notification sparked hope as I navigated my life’s messy kinks.

Continue..!

I adjust my handbag as Mani hands over our luggage.

Mani: “Take care, okay? And Priya, don’t forget those records you asked me to write.”

Priya smirks, pulling a couple of records from her bag and handing them to Mani.

Priya: “Here. Make sure you do my work first!” (She leans in, kissing his cheek, while arranging her neckline, letting Mani see her soft 34D size boobs in a flash.) “Consider it your reward.”

Mani flushed red, muttering under his breath as he waved goodbye and flagged an auto. Priya nudges me playfully as we head inside the airport.

Priya: “Guess he’s happy now, huh?”

I laugh softly, shaking my head. As we reach the counter, I purchase the cheapest flight to Pune. My budget is a constant reminder that I can’t escape because of my overspending.

Priya: “Four hours, Anu? Why didn’t you just book the earlier flight? Now we’re stuck here.”

I sighed, trying to muster the courage to explain. “Because I’m trying to save money, Priya. I’ve been spending too much… on maintaining this group, lending money to friends.”

Priya’s smile faded, her tone suddenly defensive.

Priya: “Wait, are you saying I don’t spend my own money? That I rely on you for everything?”

Her misunderstanding stung. “No, that’s not what I meant! I’m just saying… It’s been hard to keep up.”

Priya: “Right. It’s hard to keep up with people like me, huh?”

She crossed her arms on her bubbly boobs, and I felt the familiar pang of guilt settle in. I looked at Priya, the girl I’ve known forever, the one who’s always been by my side. The airport was quiet, with no air traffic. It felt like we were the only ones in the world. I decided this was the moment to finally speak up.

Me: “You know, Priya, I’ve always been the one giving, right? Always making sure you’re comfortable, taking care of things, even when I don’t have much left for myself.”

I recalled the time I never said no when she asked for late-night scissoring, or when I paid for her wine because she had no cash. “I didn’t expect anything back, and I just wanted to help.”

Priya: “Well, I’ve done my part too, haven’t I?”

She crossed her arms and leaned back, almost defiantly.

Priya: “Like that time I didn’t complain when you were asking me to finger you while class was going on and you taking forever to reach orgasm? Or when I always let you taste my pussy before I taste yours?”

But something in her tone didn’t sit right. It wasn’t pride. It was bitter. The words came out harsher than she probably intended.

Priya: “You always make it seem like you’re the only one who sacrifices me sexually, better than my boyfriend,, Charan. Maybe you’re just too busy being the ‘perfect slut’ to see what I’ve done.”

Her jealousy hung thick in the air, and I wondered how long she’d been holding this inside. The Vizag airport was almost empty, with only a handful of flights scheduled; the place felt more like a waiting room for forgotten travellers. I couldn’t find anything to eat. So I slumped into one of the uncomfortable chairs by the window, my mind tangled in thoughts of Arjun.

I stared out, letting the silence swallow me. Arjun… He was so distant lately, buried in university politics. I couldn’t shake the feeling that even my attempt to have hardcore rough sex, blowjob in a university boy’s washroom, and threesome with our junior could not out-focus his rationality. A sudden voice broke through my thoughts.

Priya: “Hey, don’t look so gloomy! We’ll be out of here soon.”

She plopped down beside me, her usual carefree energy instantly lightening the air. There was a strange comfort in her presence, something that reminded me of our years in the hostel, having sex and sharing stuff when we could face anything together.

Priya: “Look, Anu, we’ve always had each other’s backs, haven’t we?”

I nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. She wasn’t the problem. Our friendship, this bond we shared, was still solid.

Priya: “I’m just gonna go to the washroom. Charan’s calling.”

She stood up, leaving me alone again. But this time, the emptiness didn’t feel so overwhelming. My phone buzzed with a text from Priya: “Come to the ladies’ room. Bring the bags.”

I sighed, gathering both pieces of baggage and weaving through the terminal toward the washroom. As I stepped inside, I was greeted by the unexpected pristine space, gleaming tiles, and soft ambient lighting. It felt more like a luxury hotel than an airport restroom. Priya was already there, standing confidently in front of the mirror with a wild, mischievous grin.

Priya: “You’re here! Great. Take my phone.”

Before I could ask, she handed it to me and raised her top, pulled her bra strips, and struck a dramatic pose, flipping her hair like a movie star while showing off her milky white boobs.

Priya: “Charan’s whining about missing me already. He wants some fresh naked pictures before I leave. Make them good, okay?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Priya’s antics were the same as ever, unpredictable, but oddly comforting. “Alright, Miss Desi pornstar. Let’s get your best angles bitch!.” Priya twirled in front of the mirror without her top, pouting and hanging her 34D-sized Milky white boobs in her usual dramatic poses. I snapped a few pictures, but a playful idea struck me.

“Hey, Priya, how about something more slutty? Maybe… sit on the floor and give me your best-squeezed boob tantrum pose?”

Her eyes widened. “On the floor? Are you serious?” I shrugged, grinning. “Why not? It’ll be a sexy bitch!. Besides, Charan would love to see your slutty side for once.”

She hesitated, her earlier guilt from our conversation still lingering. Then, with a deep breath, she plopped onto the spotless washroom floor and stuck out her tongue, pretending to throw her boobs at her phone.

I laughed so hard, tears welled up. “Perfect! Stay like that, Charan thinks you’re ready to give a blowjob with this pose!” After a few snaps, I put the phone down and pulled her into a hug. She froze, caught off guard.

Me: “Oh, Priya. Thanks for being… a slut.”

She didn’t say anything, but I felt her tension melt as she hugged me back, her soft boobs pressed into my chest. Priya pulled me closer, her hug warm and reassuring. I felt a gentle kiss on my lips, and for the first time in a while, I felt horny in seconds.

Priya: “You’re too hard on yourself, Anu. Let it go. I’ve got you.” Slowly, she removed my dress.

I smiled softly, dressed in front of Priya in my bra and panties, to grab her. Priya followed, rummaging through my bra hook.

Me: “Let’s take advantage of this clean ladies’ room. Might as well feel fresh after some fun.”

We carried each other into a stall. As I started to remove her jeans, I hesitated before speaking, my voice softer than usual. “Priya, do you ever feel like this horny… stuck in lust?”

Priya: “With you? Sometimes. Why?”

I sighed and removed my panties. “Arjun. It’s like we’re together, but we’re miles apart. I don’t know if we’re even right for each other anymore.” The silence stretched for a moment before Priya’s voice, quieter than I expected, broke through.

Priya: “Charan’s not exactly perfect either, you know. Sometimes… I feel like I’m just riding his dick. Like he’s not serious about my orgasm.”

I paused, folding Priya’s boobs. “What do you mean? He seems so into you.”

Priya: “He is. But it’s always on his terms. His moods, his kinks. Sometimes I wonder if I’m enough for him.”

I pulled on the toilet seat, leaning against the stall wall. “Priya, do you even want this? Or are you afraid to suck?” Then I showed her my boobs. She hesitated, her voice softer now.

Priya: “I don’t know. What about you and Arjun? Are you really happy with him drilling your pussy?”

I was thinking hard. “I thought I was. But lately, it feels like we’re just… going through the motions. He’s so distant, so logical. I miss feeling romantic.”

Priya: “So why fuck him?”

As I adjusted my boobs in her mouth, I felt a sudden wave of fingers rubbing my pussy which made me keep buried.

Me: “Priya,” I began hesitantly, “there’s… someone else. Vishnu.”

There was a long boob-sucking before Priya’s shocked voice shot back. Priya: “Vishnu? The engineering guy? Are you serious, Anu?” And kissed me on the lips while fingering me.

Her judgment stung, but I understood her surprise. “It’s not what you think. He’s… different. He listens, and he makes me feel seen in ways Arjun never does. I believe he is great in sex, too.”

We stepped out of the stalls, the tension still hanging between us. Priya grabbed a hair from my back, and we took turns sucking each other’s boobs.

Priya: “Seen? Or just excited by the attention? Be careful, Anu. Guys like Vishnu can be… complicated.”

I met her gaze in the mirror. “And what about Charan? Don’t you deserve more, too?” I touch her wet pussy. Her silence spoke volumes as we continued untangling not just our fingers but emotions.

Priya gently dabbed my pussy on her face, her expression conflicted as she spoke.

Priya: “I don’t know, Anu. Part of me wants to leave Charan… but the money? It makes things easier. A lot easier.”

I wasn’t surprised; Priya had always been practical, sometimes too much so. Then I bit my lips in silence, giving her time to lick my pussy.

Me: “Is that enough, though? Money can’t make you happy, Priya. What about sex satisfaction?”

She paused, holding my clit mid-air, teasing me.

Priya: “Maybe not. But it’s easier to fake orgasm when you’re not satisfied, you know?”

I met her eyes in the mirror, tension building between us she worked on my pussy lips.

Me: “You’ve always been honest about what you want. Just make sure it’s not costing you more than it’s worth.”

She sighed; I slid my fingers in her hair with a steady hand for grip.

Priya: “And you? Are you ready to let Arjun go for Vishnu? Or are you just chasing a fantasy to fuck both same time?”

Her words stung, but I couldn’t deny the kink in them. I stood before the mirror, finally feeling my orgasm. My pussy was flawless, my mind lighter, thanks to Priya. For once, I felt… okay.

Then, with a loud creak, the door swung open. A cleaning lady stepped in, her eyes widening at the chaotic scene. Clothes were strewn across the stalls, makeup smudges decorated the walls, and the floor looked like a battlefield of two naked warriors.

Cleaning Lady: “Looks like a beauty parlour exploded in here!”

Priya and I froze, our faces heating with embarrassment, our boobs hanging out, trying to cover our pussy with one hand and nipples with the other.

Priya: “Oh God, Anu, what did we do?”

We scrambled to clean up, got dressed, folding clothes and wiping the counters as quickly as we could. Before leaving, I placed a 100-rupee note on the counter, smiling sheepishly.

Me: “Thank you… And sorry for the mess.”

The lady grinned, shaking her head.

Cleaning Lady: “You girls are something else.”

As we walked out, Priya nudged me, her laughter breaking the tension. “Well, at least we’re a team, messy or not.” The hum of the aeroplane engines filled the cabin as Priya chatted with the passengers beside her. I leaned back in my seat, staring out the small window, feeling an odd mix of calm and anticipation.

As the flight attendant announced to switch off electronic devices, I glanced at my phone one last time. A single notification lit up the screen: “Vishnu accepted your friend request.”

My heart skipped a beat. A small smile crept onto my face, a glimmer of something new and unspoken taking root within me.

To be continued..

After dropping Swati off at her hostel that foggy morning, I crashed hard. The night had been a whirlwind—her soft skin under my hands, the way she’d squirmed and protested yet melted into me, the heat of her breath on my neck.

My dreams were a chaotic replay of it all, her vanilla scent lingering in my mind like a tease I couldn’t shake. I woke up late, groggy, my phone buzzing with a text from her.

Swati: Good morning, sleepyhead. Still dreaming about me?

Me: Always. You left me exhausted last night.

Swati: You’re the one who wouldn’t let me sleep. My neck still feels your lips.
Me: Good. I’ll mark you again tonight if you let me.
Swati: In your dreams, pervert. Get to work.

I grinned, dragging myself out of bed. The office was calling, and I knew seeing her there would be a test of restraint. We’d crossed a line last night, but the game was still on—teasing, pushing, pulling back just enough to keep it electric.

When I rolled into the office, Swati was already at her desk, her tight kurta hugging her frame in a way that made my pulse jump. She glanced up, catching my stare, and smirked like she knew exactly what I was thinking. I slid into my seat beside her, the air between us crackling with unspoken heat.

“Morning,” I said, keeping my voice casual. “You smell like vanilla again. Trying to torture me?”

She leaned in slightly, her voice low. “Maybe. Or maybe I like watching you squirm.”

“Squirm? I’m rock steady,” I shot back, though my eyes flicked to her chest for a split second.

“Keep telling yourself that,” she said, turning back to her screen, but not before I caught the faintest blush on her cheeks.

The day dragged on, a mix of work and stolen glances. Every time she excused herself to the ladies’ room. My phone buzzed minutes later with a snap. She was posing in front of the mirror, a sly smile on her lips, her kurta pulled tight to tease me with her curves. It was torture.

Her little game kept me on edge all day. In the evening, we left together and had some snacks on the way. Little did she know I wasn’t going to the hostel. I drove my bike to my room. When she found out that I’m taking her to my room, she asked me to turn around.

I refused. We reached, and I asked her to get inside. She refused to deboard the bike, and I said, “Come inside, people are looking.” We went inside. When we’re inside, she moved from me when I came near, and once she’s cornered, I got hold of her and kissed her. She didn’t respond.

This game continued until we were tired. She fell on the mattress, and I on top. She was stretched out under me, breathing quickly, her eyes giving me that half-pissed, half-horny look. I grabbed her wrists, slamming them down above her head onto the mattress so she couldn’t squirm away.

I went for her lips—she fought it at first, turning her head. But I didn’t let up, and soon she was kissing me back, hot and messy. After we made out, I let go of her arms, flopped my head onto her chest, and just chilled there on top of her, her fingers messing with my hair till we both passed out.

My drool ended up leaving a wet spot on her dress, and she woke up like, “Look what you did, idiot.” I just grinned and licked her lips, shutting her up. We got up and left for her PG. I dropped her and returned.

The next day, she was careful. She returned to her PG on her own. We’re talking at night. During the conversation, I mentioned I’m not looking for a serious relationship that leads to marriage. I want to be with you forever and stay unmarried. I don’t want to marry you.

My last relationship ended cause we’re from different communities. Even if we’re from the same, I would still not marry you cause I would like to be child-free. I don’t want to rob that joy from you. She has no words to speak. Being her 1st love, she has different expectations.

She knows inter caste marriage might not work out. We’re physically distant for the next few weeks. But we’re discussing this every day, as well as our other experiences. We got to know each other well.

Things changed in the office as well. We both moved to different projects. Our project was at the end, and she moved to another project. I was moved to the bench and was supporting another team until a new project was assigned. I went back home and started WFH for more than a month.

So we didn’t see each other as I was not in the city. Communication between us remained minimal. I moved back to the city after moving to a new project. I was paired with another girl, Sangeeta, from that project. She had more experience and was a year older than I was.

We are both working from this office. Others are working from another office in a different location. Slowly, we got to know each other and got comfortable with each other. We three sit together during lunch, along with others. Sangeeta and I are both dirty-minded.

She’s currently in a relationship, but that doesn’t stop her from cracking dirty jokes. She’s shorter than Swati but curvier than her. Her boyfriend doesn’t live in the same city. She has been away from sex for more than 5 months. I offered help.

She said she would only think about it when there is no one else left on the planet. I said thanks for consideration, and I won’t let her down. We both also got comfortable sharing porn links. One day, in a conversation, I asked her about her bra size. She teased me to find out for myself.

I said it’s hard here to examine now, why don’t you say it? She said no, and I took a guess and said 34d. She was shocked and shy that I said the right answer. I took her phone and went through her bra collection in the orders section. We talked about bras and browsed some new models.

One day by accident my hand touched her boob. I hadn’t noticed. She was checking if anyone saw. Hopefully, no one sits in our front row. I asked her, “Did my hand touch your boob?” She smiled and said yes. I started pleading with her, “Can I touch it again? I wasn’t aware last time.”

She said no, someone will see us. I said no one would see us, and we’re in the end. Don’t worry, let me touch it once. She said no, but I took my left hand and placed it on her left boob. She removed it. I said no one can see and kept it again. She’s okay this time.

I was feeling the shape of her boobs without pressing them. I asked her, “Can I press them?” She said no, only touch. I said Let me do it once and pressed the right one. She removed my hand and said Enough. I showed my dick was hard. She placed her left hand on it and pressed it over my jeans.

She asked its size. I said more than 6 inches. She said, “Nice size.” I asked, “Have you seen a big one?” She said her first lover had a big dick, maybe 7 inches. “What about your current boyfriend?” I asked. She said he has 6 inches. “Are you satisfied now?” I asked.

She said, “Ya! It’s enough, it touches my insides, but I love the sight of big dicks.”

“Do you miss it?” I asked. “Yes! I have his dick pics saved on my phone.”

“Can I see them? Are there any of your nudes among them?”

She opened her hidden folder and showed me a few pics. There are erection pics of her ex and later one pic shows her holding the dick with her left hand. A few pics were taken with a single bath towel around them. She also showed her nudes.

One in which she’s kissing his dick and a few pics where he is sucking her boobs. I said my dick was hard again. She kept her left hand on it until I finished browsing the pics. I asked her if she liked to see my dick. She said yes. I suggested we sneak into the washroom after 8, as no one is left in the office.

We usually have a team call at 7 PM. The security sits in the lobby so that we won’t get caught. Later in the evening, she went to the washroom and I sneaked in after a minute and entered her stall. I started kissing her and pressing her boobs.

She stopped me and said, “Hurry up, I need to go, show me once, and we’ll leave.” She sat on the commode and undid my pants. She started examining my cock. I asked her to give a blowjob. She planted a few kisses from the start and started blowing it while I was pressing her boobs.

After a few minutes, I finished in her mouth. We cleaned with a tissue and came out of the office. She whispered, “Let’s not do this again,” her voice all sultry. But her eyes begged for more. I leaned close, my lips brushing her ear, “Screw that—let’s fuck once, hard and deep, then walk away.”

She trembled, her breath catching, “I’m ovulating, need a morning-after pill.”

“Condom’s cool,” I growled, but she pressed tight against me, her voice low, “I tasted you raw, condoms suck.” We picked a hotel, dashed home to grab clothes for tomorrow, hearts pounding. She wanted a drink, so we hit a cosy restaurant, tossing back some shots that lit us up. Her eyes burned into mine.

At the hotel, we flopped onto the bed, my hand sliding over her juicy boobs, teasing her nipples through her top. “Strip,” I said, my voice rough with want. “You go first,” she teased, smirking. I yanked off my clothes, my cock rock-hard, straining for her.

“Lights off,” she purred, and I killed them, diving back to her in the dark. She grabbed my dick, her grip bold and hot. I peeled off her clothes, her soft skin driving me wild. She slipped under the blanket, naked and ready, and I joined her, our bodies pressed tight.

I climbed on top, kissing her hard, my tongue deep in her mouth as her legs spread wide for me. My hands squeezed her boobs, thumbs flicking her stiff nipples, making her moan. She took my dick in her right hand and guided it to her opening. I asked her, “Should I put it in?” and she said yes.

I pushed forward, and it was inside. Her hand shifted to my hip. We rocked together, my thrusts deep and steady, her moans growing louder as she clawed my back, her pussy tight around me. I’m about to cum. I took it out and went for her boobs, started sucking her left boob and rubbing her pussy.

She came on top of me, sat on my dick. Once it was inside, she started grinding it and later fucking it. She bent and rested her boobs on me. I grabbed her hips and started fucking her. Her breaths turned to gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders as she rode me harder, whispering, “Don’t stop.”

I flipped her onto her back, pinning her wrists, and pounded deeper. Her legs wrapped tightly around me. She moaned my name, her body shaking as we pushed each other to the edge, sweat slicking our skin. Her pussy clenched tight, and she gasped, “I’m cumming!”

I thrust faster, her cries filling the room. I pumped out my cum, filling her hole. She lay there, panting, her eyes locked on mine, a naughty smirk curling her lips as we caught our breath, bodies still buzzing from the heat. I traced my fingers down her curves, teasing her sensitive skin.

She shivered, pulling me close for a slow, hungry kiss. “You’re trouble,” she murmured, her hand grazing my cock again, hinting we weren’t done yet.
She kept playing with my cock. I asked, “What are you doing?” She replied, “I like holding the soft ones.”

It was 30 minutes to midnight. We were talking about relationships and how they’ll end up like the Titanic. She switched to sucking my soft dick. She kept sucking until it was hard, then came by my side and started kissing me. I asked her, “Why did you stop?”

She replied, “Don’t cum, I need it on my boobs in the morning.” She climbed on top of me, sat on my hard dick, and started rubbing it against my stomach. Soon my cock was wet from her wetness. We kept kissing and rubbing each other’s private parts.

She sat on my thighs, took my ball sack. I kept rubbing it on her pussy until she finished. We both slept on our left side, closer to each other.

In the morning, I had my usual morning wood. I moved a little closer to hug her and wake her up, kissing her neck. She took my dick and started rubbing her clit. I moved on top, and she guided my penis inside her. We fucked in this position for minutes.

I changed my position, sucking her boobs and inserting two fingers inside her. While sucking her boobs, I kept rubbing her pussy, inserting my fingers, and rubbing her insides. She kept stroking my dick to keep it hard. I moved on top again, this time placing my dick between her boobs.

She held them closer. I kept fucking until I finished, applying my cum on her boobs and face. We moved to the shower. I started cleaning her body while she held my cock. She wanted to clean my dick, taking time to clean my uncut cock and balls. By the time she finished, it was hard again.

She knelt and gave me a blowjob until I finished in her mouth. We dried each other. She was about to dress, but I asked her to lie on the bed for a bit, saying, “I’m not going to see these boobs again.” She handed me my phone and said to take pictures without her face.

We took pictures together naked, then got dressed. We left the hotel after breakfast, and she took her pill. We slid back to our old life, like me and Sangeeta never fucked in that hotel, everything back to how it was. No word about that night, not one dirty hint.

But we’re tighter now, like we share a hot secret. Trust between us has increased. She shares everything with me in the office—what’s happening in her life, what she did last night, all that shit. I open up too, spilling stuff in our chats. She asked about Swati.

I said, “We’re interested, but we don’t wanna commit.” She grinned, “Fuck her anyway.” I laughed, “Nah, she’s only looking for a committed relationship.” Sangeeta ignores physical boundaries now, doesn’t care if her boobs brush me or if I touch her anywhere.

Whenever her boobs touch me, I say, “Don’t make me hard.” She smirks, “That’s for fucking me.” If I’m hard and tell her, she touches it, presses it to check, then does nothing, leaving my dick throbbing.

One day, while I was using my phone, she leaned in close to look. Her left boob completely resting on my left hand, all soft and warm. My cock twitched, hard as fuck. Swati noticed her eyes burning. Later, on our phone call, she snapped, “What’s with her boob on you?”

I said, “Might be an accident, but we trust each other.” She’s not convinced, bitching hard, but can’t do shit. This keeps going for weeks. Her boobs brushing me, my dick stirring, us chatting like best buds, tight as fuck with this naughty vibe.

One night, I was sprawled on my couch, scrolling through Instagram, when my phone lit up with a text. Not Swati—Keerthi. My ex. My heart did a weird flip. We’d broken up a couple of years ago, a messy split after months of fire and fights.

She was wild, unpredictable, and the sex had been insane—raw, no-holds-barred. Her boobs bouncing as she rode me, her pussy gripping me tight. I hadn’t heard from her since she’d moved to another city. Now here she was, her name glowing on my screen.

Keerthi: Hey, do you remember me?

Me: Keerthi? Maybe. Why do you care?

Keerthi: Planning to visit. Are you available?

Me: Why?

Keerthi: Switching to a new job, my joining is on Monday. Thinking you’d help for old times’ sake.

Me: What help do you need from me?

Keerthi: The location isn’t finalised yet, so I think I’ll stay with you and move out after a week.

Me: I don’t mind if your bf doesn’t mind.

Keerthi: I’m not in a relationship anymore. You don’t need to worry about anyone.

Me: I don’t care, I don’t need drama. I’m only seeking peace over pleasure these days, thanks to you.

Keerthi: So, no gf yet?

Me: Why do you care? Anyway, I’m not going to give you any information. Suffer in oblivion.

Keerthi: Don’t be harsh on me.

Me: I’m being realistic and a different person now.

Keerthi: But still, you’re the person who loves me to some extent. Okay, pick me up tomorrow. I’ll drop it off early by 6.

Now Keerthi is coming back into my life again. She does this constantly, comes back, talks for a few hours, and leaves. This time she’s coming to stay with me. Let’s see how this goes.

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