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Hi Friends, my name is Nile, and I live in Thane. Age 23, height 6.1 feet, fair, with grown beard and moustache. I have a 6-inch tool with a decent width, which most women will love. I work as an investment banker. I enjoy working as a gigolo (my part-time profession).

I have been a regular Reader of the ISS website since 2019. I request all readers and ISS to forgive me if there are any typing mistakes. This story happened to me in real life in Jan 2024

Let’s not waste any time and come to the story. The main character of the story is Isha (Name changed for privacy reasons), whom I met on a dating app. At the age of 44, she is a housewife with a 38 DD–32–36 cup size.

She has a very fair complexion. She lives with her 22-year-old daughter, who attends an engineering college in Mumbai.

We had an initial chat on that app, which is as follows.

Me: Hi, how are you doing? Where are you from?

Isha: Good, Mumbai. Where are you from?

Me: Same Mumbai, I’m a gigolo. Let’s meet over coffee.

She was initially reluctant but agreed to meet once she felt confident about privacy, etc.

The day arrived when she called me to her place, a lavish 4 BHK flat in a plush society. I reached there at 10 am and rang the doorbell.

She opened the door. I was amazed looking at her. There she was, in a red chiffon saree and a deep-neck blouse that revealed her cleavage. She gave me a tight hug. I kissed her on her forehead, cheeks and lips. She was very happy to see me there.

She asked me to sit on the sofa and said she would be back with coffee within 5 minutes. She came with coffee and sat beside me on the sofa. While sipping coffee, I was touching her thighs.

I asked her about her husband. She became upset and said, “He is busy making money and travels a lot to Singapore, Dubai, Hong Kong, etc.” She then became sad. I put my hand over her shoulder and kissed her on her cheeks.

I said, “I won’t let you feel lonely, my princess.” Within minutes, she kissed me on the lips, and that kiss lasted a long time.

I started to play with her breasts over her blouse and fondled them till her nipples were erect. She got turned on by this, and she said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.” And I lifted her and took her in my arms, and we were on the bed.

She was lying on the bed, and I was on top of her. I loosened her saree knot and started playing with her navel. I was kissing her on her lips and all over her body. She was moaning, “Ahh,” lightly as I removed the hooks of her blouse.

There she was, only in a beautiful red bra. I started fondling and kissing all over her bra. I removed her at once, and she got naked from the top. I started kissing both her boobs with erect pink nipples.

I started pressing one and sucking the other boob. Then biting them softly, I did this turn by turning on both her boobs. She was moaning like crazy.

“Fuck me, baby, fuck me. I love you.”

I got up and kissed her lips. Then she started removing her saree, along with the petticoat she wore underneath. She was not wearing any panties. I saw her completely nude, with clean-shaven pussy and pink pussy.

She kissed me on my chest and started removing my clothes one by one, making me naked in no time. I went down, kissing her neck, hips, navel and inner thigh. She started getting wet below. I was kissing her gently all over her inner thighs and vaginal area.

I started licking her slowly, teasing her and making her moan. She started moaning like a bitch. I was licking her deep in her cunt and playing with her Clit until she reached her first orgasm. She went crazy with my steps. I inserted 1 finger inside her.

It went very smoothly, as she was already wet from her juice. After 15 minutes, I started kissing her clit with my tongue and fingering her with 2 more fingers. She begged me to do it faster and faster. She was moaning, “Ah, ummah, lick me more, baby. I love you, my lover.”

She had another orgasm with my tongue play. She was very happy, and she took my 6’’ Dick in her mouth. We were in 69 position. I started licking her pussy again. She was a pro at blowjob. Within a few minutes, we both climaxed together.

It was 1 pm. We were hungry, so we ordered food online. I went to collect food and came back. We had noodles together, with one end of the noodle in her mouth and the other in mine, until we kissed. In the end, we finished like that. I asked her if she was ready for round 2.

She gave me a naughty smile, and I understood it. She got on her knees to give me a blowjob. So my dick, which was semi-erect, started becoming erect and was in full 6’’ inch size in no time. I picked her up and made her lie on the edge of bed.

I was standing near her pussy. I wore a dotted condom on it. I started rubbing my rod on her pussy and teasing her. She went mad with this and begged me to insert it.

With full force, I put my full dick inside and started humping her. She was moaning in pleasure, “Ahh.” I was pressing both her boobs with my full force as I was high in sex pleasure, calling her, “My love, my fuck queen.”

She was saying, “I want to be fucked by you every day, every night. My lover, fuck me, please.”

In no time, she had a pulsating orgasm from our sex. I, too, orgasmed after her. It was around 3 pm. We went together to have a bath. There, we had one more round of sex under the shower in a standing position.

In the bathroom, I was slapping her soft ass to make it red. Guys, believe me, she had more than 6 orgasms in 5 hours. She was tired as hell.

She said she enjoyed having sex with me. I was better than her husband in bed and will be looking to get fucked by my dick very soon next time. I slapped her ass and smooched her one last time.

She paid me around Rs 50,000 for this, and still, she is my client. We do it whenever she feels lonely or wants love. She calls me to her place.

In the next story, I will describe how she referred me to one of her friends, who, again, was a hot chick to fuck.

Hey readers, hope you enjoyed this steamy encounter! If there are any lonely, unsatisfied women, widows, ladies, divorcees, or young girls in Mumbai, Thane, or Navi Mumbai seeking temporary companionship, please feel free to connect with me at [email protected].

Let’s make some moments worth remembering!

Ek thandi, fog bhari subah thi Gokuldham Society mein, jahan har koi apne kaam mein laga hua tha. Madhavi Bhide apne kitchen mein aam ka achar bana rahi thi. Ek simple saree pehne, uski moti kamar aur bade boobs thodi si jhalak dete hue.

Anjali Mehta apne flat mein yoga kar rahi thi, ek tight leggings aur top mein, uski slim figure pasine se chamak rahi thi. Dono ke pati—Bhide aur Taarak—ek school event ke liye bahar gaye the. Aur society mein ek ajeeb sa sannata chhaya hua tha.

Tabhi dono ke phones par ek message aaya, Jethalal ka number se: “Madhavi ji, Anjali ji, mujhe ek zaroori baat karni hai. Gada Electronics ke godown mein aaj dopahar 2 baje aana—yeh secret hai, kisi ko mat batana.”

Madhavi ne socha, “Jethalal ko kya chahiye? Koi business deal hoga shayad.” Anjali ne socha, “Yeh Jethalal ka kya naya drama hai?” Dono ne haan kaha, aur dopahar ke liye taiyar ho gayi. Madhavi ne ek green saree pehni, aur Anjali ne ek red dress. Dono apne apne kaam chhodkar godown ki taraf chal padi.

Dopahar 2 baje, godown ke bade se darwaze par pahunchte hi Jethalal khada tha, ek gandi muskaan ke saath. Uski shirt ke button khule hue. “Madhavi ji, Anjali ji, andar aao,” usne bola.

Aur dono ko ek chhote se kamre mein le gaya, jahan ek purana sofa, ek table, aur thodi si daaru ki smell thi. Darwaza band karte hue Jethalal ne bola, “Tum dono ke pati bahar hain, aur maine socha yeh mauka hai—tum dono meri kokh bharogi.”

Madhavi: “Jethalal, yeh kya gandi baat kar rahe ho? Hum ja rahe hain!”

Anjali: “Haan, Jethalal, yeh galat hai!”

Jethalal ne ek phone nikala, “Ruko, yeh dekh,” aur ek video play kiya. Isme Madhavi aur Anjali ek purani Holi party mein thodi daaru pi kar Jethalal ke saath thumke laga rahi thi. Unki saree aur dress upar uthi hui thi.

“Yeh video Bhide aur Taarak tak gaya toh kya hoga? Ab tum dono meri baat manogi, warna yeh pura Gokuldham dekhega,” usne dono ko dhamki di.

Madhavi aur Anjali ka chehra safed pad gaya. “Yeh video tumhe kahan se mila?” Madhavi ne poocha.

“Purana hai, par kaam ka,” Jethalal ne has kar jawab diya, aur apni pant ka belt khola. “Tum dono ki yeh jawani mujhe pagal karti rahati hai. Madhavi ki moti chut, Anjali ki tight chut. Ab tum dono meri wajah se maa banogi.” Dono ke paas koi rasta nahi tha—woh trap ho chuki thi.

Madhavi: “Jethalal, please, humein chhod do!”

Anjali: “Yeh mat karo, hum shadi-shuda hain!”

Jethalal ne unki baat nahi suni. Usne Madhavi ki saree kheenchkar phaad di, uska mota jism nanga kar diya. Aur Anjali ki dress utar di, uski slim body sabke saamne la diya.

“Tum dono ki yeh chut ko main apne maal se bharunga,” usne bola, aur apni pant utar di. Uska bada, sakht lund bahar aaya. Madhavi aur Anjali rone lagi, par Jethalal ne unhe sofa par dhakel diya.

Pehle Madhavi ki baari thi. Jethalal ne uski moti taange kholi, “Teri yeh chut kitni juicy hai, Madhavi.” Usne apna lund uski gili chut mein ghusa diya. Madhavi chilla uthi, “Jethalal, ruk jao!”

Par Jethalal ne tezi se dhakke maarne shuru kiye, “Teri yeh moti chut ko main apne bacche se bharunga, Madhavi.” Usne Madhavi ke bade boobs dabaye, unhe chusa, aur zor-zor se choda.

“Bhide ko kya pata uski biwi meri wajah se maa banegi,” usne bola, aur ek zor daar dhakke ke saath apna garam maal Madhavi ki chut mein chhod diya. “Le, Madhavi, tera creampie, ab tu pregnant ho ja,” usne has kar bola.

Madhavi sofa par gir gayi, uski chut se maal tapak raha tha, aur woh ro rahi thi. Jethalal ne Anjali ki taraf dekha, “Ab teri baari, Anjali ji.” Usne Anjali ko kheenchkar sofa par lita diya, uski slim taange kholi, “Teri yeh tight chut meri hai,” aur apna lund uski chut mein pel diya.

Anjali ke muh se siskari nikli, “Jethalal, mat karo!” Par Jethalal ne uski baat nahi suni. Usne Anjali ko tezi se choda, uske chhote boobs dabaye, aur bola, “Taarak ko kya pata uski biwi meri wajah se baccha legi.”

Usne Anjali ki chut mein zor se dhakke maare, aur fir apna maal uski kokh mein chhod diya. “Le, Anjali, tera creampie, ab tu bhi meri wajah se maa banegi,” usne bola.

Anjali bhi sofa par gir gayi, uski chut se maal tapak raha tha, aur dono aurat ro rahi thi.

Jethalal ne apne kapde pehne, phone uthaya, aur bola, “Madhavi ji, Anjali ji, yeh video mere paas rahega. Ab tum dono meri baat manogi—jab main bulaoon, apni yeh chut lekar aogi, aur meri wajah se bacche paida karogi, warna Bhide aur Taarak ko yeh sab pata chal jayega.”

Jethalal godown se nikal gaya, dono ko akela chhodkar. Madhavi aur Anjali ne apne phate kapdo se jism dhaka, unki aankhon mein aansu aur gussa tha. Par kahani yahan khatam nahi hui.

Anjali ne apne purse mein chhupa hua ek chhota sa recorder nikala’ Jo usne chupke se on kiya tha jab Jethalal video dikha raha tha. Pura scene—uski dhamki, uska ganda khel—sab record ho chuka tha.

“Jethalal, tune humein trap kiya, par ab hum tujhe barbad karenge,” Anjali ne Madhavi ko dekhte hue bola.

Madhavi ne apni chut se maal pochti hui kaha, “Anjali, yeh recording humein bacha sakti hai. Jethalal ko jail bhejna hoga.” Dono ne ek doosre ko dekha, aur ek nayi himmat ke saath bola, “Yeh impregnation trap hum palat denge.”

Gokuldham ki yeh subah ek gande khel mein badal gayi. Par Madhavi aur Anjali ab Jethalal ke khilaf ek chaal chalengi. Yeh raaz ab unke haathon mein tha.

Yeh kahani Madhavi aur Anjali ke trap hone, Jethalal ke impregnation plan, aur unke counter-twist ke saath hai.

Part 2 will be out soon.

Greetings to all the horny and passionate readers of this site. I’m a guy in my twenties with a horny dick and a passionate smut writer and reader working in the IT industry.

Shweta and I were friends for years. We had been in a large circle of friends in college and moved about an hour away from each other after graduation. Some people in our group had dated or hooked up with each other. However, Shweta was always adamant about keeping things uncomplicated, but she never did.

We barely spoke about things sexual in nature, but I knew she was never looking for a hookup or FWB and even had a 7-date rule. She’s always very bubbly in real life, but it’s easy to tell that she’s a prude, and while she doesn’t get uncomfortable hearing about sex, she would never start that conversation.

Shweta is undeniably cute, short, and curvy with big brown eyes and a loving smile, but she always dressed conservatively and was never hit on or picked up. And I’m sure that seeing her modest pictures on dating apps also discouraged any guy looking for a hookup.

While she had many friends who would set her up on dates, things didn’t seem to progress or last, as she wanted something particular and never seemed to find it. All this adds up to one thing, a very, very needy and horny 25-year-old girl.

I was one of a handful of guys invited to her birthday party. The others were already salivating at the prospect of being in a small party with such a female-heavy ratio. We all met up in a bar, and I was pretty shocked to see that the girls were nothing like Shweta at all!

It was not winter, but Shweta was wearing slacks and a cardigan. Most of the guys were wearing polos or button-down shirts, but half of her friend group looked ready to go clubbing. Their outfits barely had enough material to mop up the drool from all the guys in the otherwise quiet bar.

We all sat around and reminisced. The newer friends added their stories. Someone brought in a homemade ‘Who knows Shweta better’ game. It was all fun and light until we started talking about Shweta’s lack of sex life. Some of her girlfriends were really giving her a hard time.

The guys just looked on, unsure how to respond. It was the opposite of slut shaming. I’ve never seen it before, but it’s definitely just as wrong. Eventually, someone changed the subject, and the rest of the night was light and fun again.

I drove Shweta home afterwards, as it was on the way to my place. The conversation quickly became deep. “Do you think guys don’t want to date me because I don’t want to have sex right away? Am I wasting my twenties not hooking up? Do I dress like an old milkmaid?”

The questions were fast and furious, and it was hard to focus on driving and answer her satisfactorily. But Shweta seemed content with my answers and just said, “Thank you,” before grabbing my hand and lapsing off into a long silence. It was our first “intimate” contact, and I decided to go with it.

But the next time Shweta opened her mouth, the questions were directed at me. While she didn’t know any of the details, Shweta knew I was more on the promiscuous side of things. “Do you get feelings for a FWB or hookup? Would you seriously date a girl who you knew slept around?”

Those were harder to dance around, and I did tell her that guys and girls have different emotions after sex, too. She seemed to be content with those answers and then started to tell me her sex history. Three guys, all former boyfriends, never anything kinky, barely oral.

She had a vibrator to keep her from being sexually frustrated during her last dry spell, which was now close to two years. There was a lot to get my head around, but basically, Shweta had never experienced spontaneous, wild, passionate sex. She started asking me about my sex life.

Then she asked me what the kinkiest thing I had done was. I didn’t know how to respond, but I had started writing out my stories. This was long before posting on Indian sex stories. I just handed my phone to her with the notes open. “Read it if you want. It has everything.”

Spellbound, Shweta took it and started reading. I was only about ten minutes away from her apartment at the time. Shweta stayed in the car for a few more minutes after that, just reading and holding my hand. Finally, she looked at me. “Are these true? You’re a great writer regardless.”

They were all true, and half of them were sent to the girls afterwards so that they could cum again to the memories. Shweta just looked at me and said, “I don’t know if I’m ready for birthday sex, but would you please give me a birthday kiss?”

I didn’t respond and just leaned over to kiss her cheek and forehead. But she just looked at me with those big green eyes while massaging my hand with both of hers and said, “A real kiss.” A real kiss it was. I leaned over and held her trembling chin in my hand before placing the softest kiss on her pouty lips.

It took all of three seconds for Shweta to go from a chaste kiss to attacking my mouth with reckless abandon. Her hands were in my hair, and she moaned into my mouth while her tongue pushed itself as far as it could go. “Come inside and kiss me properly,” she whispered as she gasped for air.

I followed, trying to tell myself not to let this night go too far, but ultimately, she was in charge. I sat down on her couch. Shweta immediately straddled me to kiss me and grind into my growing erection. I was not able to hide how hard I was, and it made her growl and moan in excitement.

“Touch me, feel my body,” she said, and she didn’t have to say it twice. Her curves were soft. They were soon being gently caressed as we kissed passionately. Shweta wanted more and growled at me to squeeze her big tits, grope her ass.

She wanted me to enjoy her like I’ve never enjoyed a girl’s body before. She might not have had any experience riding a guy. But she certainly knew how to grind while on my lap. It was so hard that I tried to hold her down and keep her still because otherwise, it might’ve been too much for me.

My hands were inside her sweater and teasing her rock-hard nipples when Shweta said something that made me freeze. “Ugh, let’s just have sex already.” I wanted it almost as much as she did. But I knew I wouldn’t regret it nearly as much as she might. I looked at the clock- 11:47 on the eve of her birthday.

I told her that I was going to the car for 13 minutes and would text her Happy Birthday at midnight. She can then decide how she wants to respond. She looked a little thankful and a little disappointed. But she kissed me one last time before getting up and leading me to the door.

I sat in my car and waited, contemplating all the possible repercussions of this. We both knew we wouldn’t date seriously. We were friends but had very different ideas and life plans.

Conversely, I felt that Shweta would least regret having sex with me of all people. She knew that I would treat her right and put her pleasure first.

I texted her at midnight exactly and waited for a response. One minute, three minutes, six minutes. I was just about to leave when I got a text back. “Sorry, I lost track of time, please come back,” followed by a picture of her TV open to the Netflix Home Screen.

I walked up the stairs again and thought about where I knew this night was going. I made sure that I had a condom. Shweta opened the door with just her head poking out and told me to come inside.

Every idea I had about conversation first went out the window when I saw her naked body. I closed the door behind me, and she jumped into my arms to kiss me again. I felt her still-damp skin and realised exactly how she had lost track of time.

It was a quick shower, and I wanted to taste every inch of her fresh skin, and I told her so. She just lay down on her bed and spread her legs before stopping my forehead as I was about to dive in. “Bet you never thought this would happen, huh, Mister?”

No, I did not. But I was determined to make sure it would be a night for her to remember. Shweta was already wet and slick. I pressed my face against her muff, inhaling her scent. She had a full bush. I appreciated the shower, as I had never eaten out a full, thick bush like that before.

It was a bit tricky to avoid pulling any hairs painfully. But I quickly caught on and spread her lips so I could lap at her clit. Shweta was needy, and her moans filled the room. She used words like pussy and fuck, which I had never imagined would even be in her vocabulary.

Soon enough, her vocal cords were relegated to emitting unintelligible sounds of pleasure as I sucked on her engorged clit. Shweta came and pulled me up to kiss her before asking me what I wanted to do next. I told her that she had chosen everything we did and didn’t do.

She was shocked that she immediately said, “I want to suck your dick.” I was not going to turn that down and smiled. She eagerly pulled down my undies. She took as much of my throbbing cock into her mouth as she was able. I was already so close from the previous grinding and humping while I ate her out.

It only took a few minutes of those soft lips on the head of my cock. She was choking and then swallowing all of my cum. We kissed and cuddled through the refractory period. Shweta asked me if I wanted to get a condom, laughing when I pulled it out of my pocket.

She knew that we had all chipped in together for a gift. But still, she made sure to tease me for giving her a condom as a birthday present. She opened it and slid it onto my already hard again dick.

“Is it ok if we just do missionary?” She asked sheepishly. I kissed her and assured her that it was more than ok. In fact, it would be perfect. I crawled over her and slid her ass over a pillow. Then lining up my condom-clad cock with her soaking wet pussy. “Perfect” was the word on her lips as well.

Shweta’s arms went above her head and clasped the bed frame while I slid into her tight pussy. “It’s been so long… you feel so good… come close… perfect…” she babbled. I thrust gently at first before picking up speed and rhythm.

Finally, her arms wrapped around my back. She whispered into my ear while I filled up her neglected little pussy. I was able to go for a while after cumming, but we kept it slow. She had another orgasm while we made love. Then she told me that she wanted to watch me cum for her.

I was more than happy to oblige. I got on my knees and yanked off the condom while she got a pile of her dirty clothes for me to cum on. It was incredibly sexy.

Shweta got on her knees next to me and ran her hands up and down my abs. She kissed my shoulders and squeezed my ass. I stroked my cock, aiming directly at a flowery pair of panties. She might’ve felt too self-conscious to talk dirty at that point.

But she still told me over and over that she wanted to watch me cum, cum for her, and cover her panties. I was getting close. She encouraged me to moan, telling me how much she loved hearing it while raking her fingernails over my bare skin.

That put me over the edge. I cum all over her clothes, getting that pair of panties with most of it. Some dribbled on a t-shirt as well. Shweta gave the head of my cock the cutest little kiss and simply said to me, “Thank you, it was perfect.”

I offered to stay the night, but she declined. She texted me the next day that she was still on a high and asked me to write it up for her as well. We hung out plenty of times during the following year, but we never even kissed. It was like our one special night, and we never mentioned it.

Aside from the occasional joke of waiting in a long line or something. It was so long, “it felt like 13 minutes.”

But the following year, Shweta had a party with her girls, and then she texted me the next day, asking if we could hang out alone. I headed over and was ready to pick her up. She came out of her room in a green dress and holding a little bag. It was wrapped, and inside was a three-pack of condoms. We tried several positions and kinks that night.

I hope you enjoyed my story. For feedback and discussion, please feel free to reach out to me at [email protected].

Hi, ladies and gentlemen. I hope you’re all doing well. This is the next chapter of my wild adventures, sparked by the amazing response to my last story. Thanks for all the love and feedback—it keeps me going.

For those new here, I’m Abhishek, 24 years old, 5’7”, fair, thin, and fit. I’m a software engineer at a multinational company in Bangalore, with three years of experience now. This tale is about Rachana (name changed), a 29-year-old software engineer who is married but lonely.

Her husband’s always travelling, leaving her craving more than he’s ever given her. She’s a stunner—perfect figure, fair skin, curves that could stop traffic. An angel in the flesh.

It all started with an email. Rachana had read my story and wrote to me, saying she loved it. She’d pictured herself as Reeya, lost in how I handled her, and it drove her wild. I replied, and soon we were chatting daily. She opened up about her life—her husband’s neglect, her unfulfilled desires. We clicked fast.

Our chats turned dirty. She shared her fantasies—lip locking, sucking, rough fucking, cum play—and I matched her fire. Sexting became our ritual, nudes flying back and forth (faces hidden, of course). Video calls followed, both of us masturbating, her moans filling my ears as I stroked myself to her.

One day, I summoned the courage to ask, “Wanna meet for a drink?” Silence for two days. I panicked, thinking I’d blown it. Then, a simple “okay” popped up. My heart raced as I booked a spot at a pub in Koramangala.

Friday night, I got there first, nerves buzzing. Ten minutes later, Rachana walked in, a vision in a black one-piece dress that hugged every curve. My jaw dropped—she was perfection, fair skin glowing, flesh in all the right places. She waved, but I was frozen, lost in her beauty.

She reached me, shook my shoulder, and grinned. “Hello, hero. What’s on your mind?” I snapped back, laughing. “I got lost staring at you. You’re unreal.” She blushed, then hugged me tight. Her boobs pressed into my chest—pure heaven. We sat, and I asked what she wanted to drink.

Quick as a flash, she said, “Your dick.” We cracked up, and the ice shattered. I ordered whiskey for me and vodka for her. Drinks flowed, music thumped, and we got lost in each other, the buzz kicking in.

The alcohol hit, and I leaned in. “Dance?” She nodded, and we hit the floor. Bodies swayed the gap between us, shrinking. My hands roamed her back, gripping her waist; hers looped around my neck. We pressed closer, her boobs crushing against me, breaths turning heavy.

She couldn’t hold back—she pulled me into a kiss, lips crashing, tongues tangling in a wet, hungry fight. I kissed her back hard, but the crowd snapped us out of it. Panting, I whispered, “Where to?” She smirked. “My place.”

We grabbed a cab, barely keeping our hands off each other. The second we stumbled into her flat, I slammed the door and pinned her against it. Our mouths collided, tongues battling, saliva swapping in a messy, desperate kiss.

I tugged her dress down, leaving her in a bra and panty—fuck, she was divine. She yanked off my t-shirt, fumbled with my pants, and soon I was in boxers. We dove back into kissing, fiercer now, hands everywhere.

I lifted her onto the sofa, lips trailing from her ears to her nose, eyes, and neck. She giggled, squirming as I pressed her boobs over her bra, licking the exposed skin. Her moans grew louder, breath ragged.

I asked, “Bedroom?” She pointed, trembling. I scooped her up, carried her to the bed, and laid her down, kissing her forehead soft and slow.

She’d told me her fantasy—getting her pussy licked, something her husband was never interested in. I wanted to blow her mind. “Got chocolate syrup?” She nodded, directing me to the kitchen. I grabbed it, drizzled some on her neck, armpits, navel and licked it off, her shivers egging me on.

Then I peeled off her panty, poured some syrup over her pussy, and dove in. The cold made her gasp, but I started slow, licking her folds, tasting chocolate and her sweetness. I went harder, rough, tongue-fucking her deep, hitting her G-spot.

She bucked, moaning loudly, and soon she came, juices flooding my face. I lapped it all up, savouring every drop. She flipped the script, kneeling and taking my cock in her mouth. She was shaky at first—clearly new to this—so I guided her.

“Suck the tip, swirl your tongue,” I coached, and damn, she learned fast.

Her lips tightened, tongue dancing, and soon she was sucking like a pro. I grabbed her head, thrusting deep, fucking her mouth, her throat taking me in. After 15 minutes, I was close, so I pulled out, kissed her hard, and moved her to the bed.

In missionary, I teased her, rubbing my dick over her pussy. She squirmed, begging, “Please, Abhi, fuck me.” I slid in, and she cried out—her pussy was tight as hell like it’d been years.

I felt bad for her, being neglected like that by her hubby, but I stayed still, letting her adjust. I kissed her very deeply, unhooked her bra, and attacked her nipples—sucking, chewing and biting. She moaned, relaxing around me.

Then I started thrusting, slow then rough, just how she liked it. Her pussy gripped me tight, and I pounded her, lost in her heat.

I flipped her to doggy, ass up, and slammed in. She screamed, cumming fast, her walls pulsing around me. I let her catch her breath, fingering her gently, and then we switched to cowgirl.

She rode me, boobs bouncing, and I thrust up, matching her rhythm. Then I lifted her and pinned her to the wall, her legs wrapping my waist, hands clutching my neck. I fucked her hard, lips locked in a sloppy kiss, tongues wild.

We hit our peak together—I came in the condom, her juices leaking out, dripping down her thighs even with me still inside.

Later, we craved more. The balcony beckoned—dark, quiet, and thrilling. She leaned over the railing, ass out, and I stepped behind her. I spread her cheeks, teased her pussy with my tip, and then slid in slowly. She gasped, gripping the rail as I started thrusting, the night air cooling our sweat.

I went harder, skin slapping loud, her moans echoing—fuck the neighbours. I reached around, rubbing her clit fast, and she came, pussy clenching me tight. I pulled out, stroked myself, and shot cum across her ass and back, thick ropes painting her skin.

She turned, grinning, and we kissed deep, licking my cum off her lips, the breeze wrapping us up. We stumbled to the shower, sticky and spent. Warm water poured over us as I pressed her against the tiles, kissing her sloppy and slow, tongues wrestling, spit dripping.

I soaped her up, hands sliding over her boobs and her ass, and then she did me, fingers teasing my cock back to life. I lifted her leg onto the bench and entered her slowly, the water making it slick and hot. I sucked her nipples, water streaming into my mouth, and thrust deep, hitting her G-spot.

She moaned, nails digging into my back, and came hard, juices mixing with the water. I kept going, fucking her against the wall, then pulled out, cumming on her boobs. She scooped it up, licked it off her fingers, and then kissed me, sharing the taste.

The next day, we lay tangled in her sheets, spent but buzzing. She kissed me softly, whispering, “You’re amazing, Abhi.” I smirked, “You too, Rachana.” I left her place, mind reeling, knowing this was just the start.

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Hey guys, Aarav here. I am 30 years old from Maharashtra. I am 6 feet tall and weigh 82 kilograms, and I have a 6.1-inch penis that I know how to use. I work out and have a toned body, but I still want to improve my physical appearance a little more. This story has been years in the making and is still ongoing.

My Mami Pari and Mama got married when I was 8 years old. Mama was 24 at the time, and Mami was 18. Mami came from a family that had fallen on hard times, so as the eldest, she was married to my Mama. My Mama took good care of her, and they even stayed in my city so she could pursue her education.

I was young and used to visit their place in the city with my parents. My Mama would often travel to and from the town, 75 kilometers away, for his business. When Mami completed her education and left the city to return to the town with Mama, I was young, and she had just given birth to her second daughter.

Every week, Mama and Mami would come to the city to buy products for Mama’s business, and Mami would shop and watch movies while Mama worked. One time, Mama and Mami, who had left their daughters in the care of my Mama’s mother (my mom’s aunt), decided to stay back in the city. I was 19 at the time and was passing through their flat’s neighborhood when I saw Mama’s car and driver there.

“Hey, Aarav baba, how are you? What brings you here?” Driver Kaka asked.

“Yes, Driver Kaka, is Mami at home?” I replied.

“Yes, your Mama is also there today. We got back just over 30 minutes ago,” Driver Kaka said.

“Oh, that’s great! Let me surprise them!” I exclaimed.

I called Mama’s phone, but he didn’t answer. I called Mami’s phone, and she didn’t answer either.

I decided to walk up to the flat and ring the doorbell to surprise them. I walked up the stairs, even though there was a lift, since I’m into fitness and wanted a small cardio workout.

I reached Mama’s flat’s door and tried ringing the doorbell, but it was malfunctioning. So, I decided to knock, but the door was ajar. After knocking multiple times and getting no response, I walked into the home, fearing the worst, but that’s when everything changed for me.

Mama and Mami had not locked the main door or the bedroom door. From the little opening, I could see Mama on top of Mami. She was moaning, not screaming. I was dumbfounded and didn’t know what to do.

Her moans and the way she was moving her body to Mama’s kisses turned me on. It was like a porn film scene, which I had been watching a lot at that time.

Mama slowly got up from on top of her and made her stand up. As she stood up, Mama, with great effect, removed her red saree. Mami was now in her petticoat and blouse, looking super-hot.

Mama then went under her petticoat and started licking, and Mami was moaning and enjoying it a lot. She was pushing Mama’s face in more and more. Then Mama removed her petticoat, and she was naked from the waist down, revealing her shaved pussy. Mama stood up and removed her blouse, revealing her black lacy bra underneath. Mama started to go to town on her boobs. And as I was aroused, I was rubbing my dick, getting a huge boner at that time, looking at Mami’s perfectly round boobs and shaved pussy.

As Mama started moving towards Mami’s neck, her moaning intensified. And while kissing her neck, Mama removed the bra and went to town on Mami again.

I was super horny at that time and was stroking myself by putting my hand in my pants.

As Mama and Mami continued, I looked up and saw Mami looking at the door, moaning. Our eyes met, but she continued enjoying it with Mama.

On my end, I got super spooked and bolted without making a sound. As I was leaving, Mama had just started to undress himself.

The moans continued as I left the building. Downstairs, I told Driver Kaka that they didn’t answer the door and not to tell them I was there.

And I left on my scooty. As I reached home, I was anxious the whole night, thinking that Mami might have actually seen me and would complain to Mama and my parents. I couldn’t sleep the whole night. When it was morning, Mami called my mom’s phone to talk to her. I was super scared and thought that I was surely going to get killed now.

Mom and Mami talked for their usual 20-30 minutes. I was super scared and didn’t know what they were talking about.

As Mom cut the call, she called for me. I didn’t know what to do.

“AAAAARRRRAAAVVVV!” Mom shouted, thinking I was in my room, which is a little away from the kitchen.

“Coming, Mom!” I replied.

“Did you go to Mama’s place yesterday?” Mom asked.

“No,” I lied.

“Don’t lie, Mami just called,” Mom said.

“So?” I replied, trying to play it cool.

“She said you had called both Mama and her, but they couldn’t answer. And she also said that their driver told them that you had gone but since they didn’t answer, you came back,” Mom explained.

“Ah, yes! Yes! I had been there, but since no one answered, I came back,” I said, trying to cover my tracks.

“Oh, okay,” Mom said.

A wave of relief washed over me. I thought I got lucky, maybe Mami might not have seen me. I was still scared, but from then on, I avoided going to Mama’s place, both in the city and their hometown. That night, I was about to sleep, but before that, I rubbed one out, thinking of what I saw, and slept. That was my spank bank for quite a while, and it still is.

I want to share one of the most erotic stories about my hook up experiences in Bangalore with a beautiful woman… Veena. This was at the end of 2022, when I had gone to Bangalore for some official work. This was at a time when I had been single for almost a year and was going through a bit of a dry spell. Throughout my week in Bangalore, I was completely held up with work and couldn’t find time to use any dating apps. Bangalore is a great place to find beautiful women to hook up with, as you all know, which is why it was so annoying to not be able to check out the women because of work. Two days before I was about to leave, I got back to my hotel late at night and felt extremely horny and miserable. I decided to get a premium subscription of Bumble and started swiping through profiles vigorously.

After about half an hour, I came across a profile of a dusky beauty called Veena, who seemed to have a homely vibe to her personality. She had added a cute detail to her bio, which made her seem very likeable and sweet. At first impression, she didn’t seem like somebody who would be interested in hooking up because her profile screamed “I want commitment”. But I swiped nevertheless, because I wasn’t thinking with my brain. Within 10 minutes, I matched with her and we started texting in a very polite manner. That is my usual approach to women because I have never understood the whole concept of “attitude” when talking to somebody online without knowing them. We started catching up about our careers, about what we wanted out of a relationship, about our past dating history and about how we both weren’t originally from Bangalore.

She was from a beautiful beach town quite far away from Bangalore and was in the city because her career had brought her here. About an hour into texting, we started going pretty deep into how we both had never met the right person on Bumble and how ghosting was a huge issue on the platform. She had been replying with proper messages, which indicated that she was interested. Out of the blue, she messages me saying, “I don’t think you are a real person because of the way the conversation has been going so far. Do you mind if we get on a call so that I can confirm that you are a real guy that I have been speaking with?”. This came as a pleasant surprise, and I immediately shared my number with her.

She called me the next minute and we started off with a bit of nervous laughter, where I tried to make her feel calm and relaxed. She was a bit self-conscious, which was kind of cute, and once the nerves had settled, we continued our conversation over a call. The entire call went on for staggering 3 hours, which was a completely unexpected ending to the mundane day that it had been. About two hours into the call, she seemed extremely impressed with my communication and the way that I flirted with her. Even without discussing any intimate stories, she became extremely turned on. I later found out that she had been going through her ovulation phase. Coupled with the dry spell that she had been going through as well, it made her insanely thirsty to get some dick stuffed inside her pussy.

She asked if I would be interested to meet her the following morning and take off work to spend the whole day with her before I left. I immediately got a boner hearing that and started looking for hotels nearby. I asked what she was looking for, and she bluntly told me “I just want you to fuck my pussy and make me squirt.” This gave me a raging hard on, and I was thinking about all the things that I was going to do to her. Once I booked the hotel and confirmed with her , we both said good night to each other. I was craving to jerk off, but wanted to save some energy for what was about to happen in the next 24 hours. So, I sat quietly for a while, calmed my nerves and slept off . We met the next morning about a kilometre away from the hotel and had breakfast together. The interaction in person was quite formal, and it wouldn’t have given the impression that we had said so many nasty things to each other the previous night. After we had breakfast, we went separately to the hotel; me on my bike and her in a cab. The anticipation that built up while we were checking in was unreal because she had worn a figure-hugging one-piece that accentuated her ass and waist. She hadn’t won any make up which made her dusky skin seem even more appealing to me. The moment we got inside the room and locked the door, she came dangerously close to me and whispered in my ears, “Be gentle with me. Kiss me with passion. Be gentle when you do it, and I’ll give you everything you want.”

While she said this , I could smell the natural scent of her body. I don’t know how I controlled my hands from grabbing her waist at that very moment, but I somehow managed to be gentle enough to wait for the right time. We got seated on the bed, facing each other. In order to make her feel comfortable and settled in, we started having some small talk about what we wanted to do to each other and what we were comfortable with. Now, I have always been someone who enjoys going down on a woman. She had made it explicitly clear that she was going to shave down there, which made it even more appealing to me; not that I minded a cute bush. She was also very clear that she wanted me to use a condom, otherwise, it would not be enjoyable due to the constant worry of getting pregnant. I hesitatingly agreed to this because everyone knows that using a condom isn’t half as enjoyable as having raw sex, for both the man and the woman.

After about half an hour of conversation, I sensed that she wanted me to take control of the situation. So I gently got off the bed and started taking off my jacket and shirt while making small talk with her and walking back-and-forth across the room. Her eyes kept following me, and they were screaming for me to take her and to have my way with her. I wanted that as well, but not without teasing her a bit first.

I reached out with my hand towards her, and she gave me her hand. I nudged her off the bed, and guided her towards a full scale mirror, which was placed in the room. I made her face the mirror while I stood behind her and grabbed her waist. I used one hand to slowly move her hair to the side, looked at her in the mirror and gently kissed her neck. That one gesture made her breath heavy. I knew she was melting with the feeling of my hand on her waist and my lips on her neck. I turned her around, grabbing the back of her neck with one hand and my other hand wrapping around her waist. As I moved in closer towards her lips, her eye contact became even stronger. Right before my lips touched, she closed her eyes and put her arms around me. I had given her the perfect first kiss, because she let out a soft moan to let me know that this is what she wanted.

I kept caressing her waist and her ass alternatingly between the kisses for a few minutes. Once we broke the kiss, I looked at her with a strong desire and a building hard on and asked her, “Shall we?”

Her cheeks went flush, and I knew I had my answer. I stripped down to my boxers, and went for her one-piece. With one swift motion, I took off her black bra as well, and kept her black panties on to tease her further. I gently pushed her on the bed with me on top of her. I sat down below with my palms on top of her thighs and pulled her towards me so that I could place my mouth above her panties. She had completely surrendered and was waiting for me to take them off. I had no interest in making her wait any longer, so I took them off in a split second. I could see her pussy glistening with her moist juices. She had been anticipating this moment since last night, and she was now going to experience what I had described in great detail over the call.

I started by getting a whiff of her juices, which made me even harder. My tongue started doing a flicking motion around her pussy, applying deep pressure and lapping her juices up thoroughly from top to bottom. I started slow and got into a quick rhythm which made her arch her back and move her body in waves as her pleasure was building up. I had started oozing pre-cum because of the sounds that she was making, and the taste of her ejaculate in my mouth. At this point, she had placed both her hands on my head and was pushing it down hard as if she didn’t want to let me go at all. She kept moaning by name in between, which made it even harder for me to resist the temptation to shove my dick inside her. “Just a few more minutes.” I said to myself. As she was about to come, she wanted me to enter her. I used the condom and placed my dick at the entrance of her pussy. While I tried to enter her, I realised that her pelvic bone was shaped in such a way that it was difficult for me to enter her from a conventional angle. With the excitement that had already been built up and the time that it was taking for me to enter her properly, she started to go wild. The condom that I was using was also not that great because it was dotted. I usually prefer skin thin condom because it gets me close to the real feeling of breeding with a pussy.

After about five minutes , I knew I had to satisfy my hunger. I took off the condom, moved up towards where her face was, grabbed her hair with my left hand, grabbed her neck with my right hand, and shoved my dick inside her mouth. I looked at her with a rage of sorts, and commanded her. “Take it.”, I said.

At that moment, she knew that she didn’t have any control whatsoever. I kept pulling her throat towards my dick slowly with my ejaculate oozing inside her mouth.

At this point, I didn’t care about her orgasm as much as I did about satisfying my animalistic rage. I wanted to own her at that moment, and I wanted her to submit to each desire of mine. Her eyes gave away that she had given in, and that it was up to me, what I did with her.

After about five minutes, when I pulled my dick out of her mouth, it was completely covered in her saliva and my ejaculate. She was painting for breath, and looked at me with an intense desire. “Fuck this, let’s have raw sex. I want you inside me… NOW.”, she said. This got me so hard and horny, that I pulled up her legs, placed them above my shoulders, and shoved my cock deep inside her tight pussy. The angle at which went in because of her bone structure made it an even more pleasurable feeling.

What started with gentle strokes, turned into an intense game of control very quickly. I grabbed both her hands and placed them above her head. I kept them in place by using one hand to hold both her wrists together, while the other arm tightly held onto her neck. I looked down on her face with an expression of disgust, as if to say, “You are mine to use, and I will own you from this moment onwards.”

We both had started to sweat profusely , even though the temperature was quite low in the room. In between our thrusting, grinding, moaning and kissing, she managed to break free from my grasp. Putting both her arms around me, she pulled me close and whispered, “Cum inside me, Daddy.”

I’ve never heard any woman say this to me ever before , and as a primal mating response, my dick became even bigger, the thrust became even harder, and the orgasm started to build.

She kept moaning , “Yes, Daddy.. just like that.” while I was losing control. No longer than 30 seconds later, I could feel ropes of cum shoot out of my dick, going deep inside her vagina. I was inseminating her pussy, and she seemed to enjoy every second of it. She didn’t realise that I was coming for the first few seconds. Once she felt my cum dripping down her pussy, she let out a moan and said, “Fuuuucckkkk, you really did what you said you were gonna do over the texts.”

While she said this, she bit her lip, pulled me closer, and bit my neck. The feeling of pleasure mixed with surprise made me go a few more strokes as I was draining my balls inside her. She came at the exact moment when I was about to pull out. Not willing to let me go, she wrapped her legs around me and pulled my hips closer to her pussy. Having no choice, I leaned in and gave her one last thrust. This was enough to send her over the edge and squirt all over my dick. The feeling of ejaculating together is something that cannot be explained in words. Pulling out to see your dick covered in sperm and a woman’s juices, is a sight to behold.

Even though I was drained, I did what any gentleman would have done. I made her taste her juices mixed in my cum. She willingly licked every last drop, until my dick was spotless again.

While the cum was dripping down her thighs, she got up without a word and went straight to the washroom. As I crashed on the bed, waiting for her, I thought to myself, “How crazy is this?!” and smiled.

She came out, lied on top of me, gave me a deep kiss, and said, “Thank you, Daddy. You made my legs tremble with that orgasm.”

As she turned around to get up after saying that, I took the opportunity and gave her a tight slap on her ass cheeks that echoed through the room. I’m sure someone must have heard it in the hotel’s corridor too. She gave a naughty smile and started to put her dress back on.

Before leaving, we exchanged a few more kisses and I escorted her out of the hotel. We walked to a nearby pharmacy, when I got her a contraceptive pill.

Even though she had been a good girl, I didn’t trust her to take the pill on time. So I bought a water bottle and made her eat the pill in front of me. Until she had swallowed the pill, I kept an eye on her. Once I was satisfied that we were safe from any potential pregnancy scare, I called her a cab and sent her on her way.

I went back to the hotel , ordered myself some pizza and slept peacefully, knowing that my trip to Bangalore had been successful. I never saw her again, but that’s what hook-ups are for, right?

The look on James’ blushing face was hilarious. The shock and embarrassment was intense. His wide eyes crossed and watching a gigantic 10-inch cock plunge in and out of his throat. The man standing in front of James was Naksh, a strong Indian man. Naksh held James’ bobbing head in his hands as his hips pumped with authoritative rhythm. The room was filled with passionate slurping sounds of surrender coming from James’ mouth.

Standing about six feet away was an Indian girl, Prits, who was the mastermind of this brutal cock-feeding. Prits had dated James at one time. James had cheated on her. Now, Prits was utilizing some Indian Girl Power to enact some well-deserved justice. Prits was making certain that James was performing a blowjob on Naksh as she and two of her girlfriends (Shreya and Garima) watched in amusement.

In addition to the blowjob, Prits had stripped James’ clothing off down to his undies. She had expected that James would be wearing a standard boxer brief. But, much to her delight, James was wearing a tiny girly panty. A bright pink thong panty with black lace edging on it. James was a panty boy. How very embarrassing for that secret to be revealed in front of Prits and her girlfriends.

“Ooo la la! Love those adorable panties!” teased Prits.

James just blushed and continued skillfully slurping on the huge Indian cock in his mouth. The embarrassment that he felt was staggering. He would not recover from this total humiliation. The cock slid back and forth as his pouty lips wrapped around the powerful Indian visitor. Naksh groaned in arousal as James whimpered in defeat. Prits and her girlfriend giggled with glee.

As the strong throbbing cock pounded James’ tonsils, his eyes watered and rolled back. This blowjob was unequivocally brutal. Naksh’s balls bounced off of James’ chin. The powerful throat plunging continued for several minutes. By this time, James’ mind reeled with incredible dizziness. He was so very embarrassed.

The moment that Prits was waiting for finally arrived. Naksh’s monster Indian cock erupted and deposited a dump truck load of cum into James’ mouth. James whimpered in surrender and guzzled the whole amount. Naksh filled James’ mouth three times. James dutifully swallowed every drop of Indian cum fed to him. Prits and her girlfriend laughed and celebrated with high-fives.

As the huge cock slid out of James’ mouth, he grunted and licked his cum-drenched lips. He blushed with intense embarrassment for being the cumslut. He glared at Prits, who was still laughing hysterically. Prits was satisfied with great amusement. James was stunned with great embarrassment. Neither of them would ever forget this moment.

James fell backwards on his butt cheeks with a PLOP! He looked up at Prits in speechless shock. Prits giggled at the sight. One of her girlfriends had recorded the entire blowjob with her phone and that video was posted on social media and viewed by millions. The embarrassment that James felt was profound and would last a very very long time. Justice had been served.

“You have been served as deserved!” smirked Prits.

James blushed and rolled his eyes, “You made me gobble that cock!”

“And you have some very advanced blowjob skills! James, you must have had a lot of practice to be that good!” giggled Prits.

“Wha..? I…uh…” James stammered.

“Don’t worry James, your secret is out now! I know that you are a blowjob expert!” Prits smirked.

“I…um…that is…I’m not!” James tripped over his words.

“James! You got mad blowjob skills bruh! You must have sucked a lot of cocks!” Prits insisted.

“Uh…how…how did you know?” James blushed.

“I just told you dude! You got crazy good cock sucking skills! It’s obvious you been experienced!” Prits smiled.

James blushed hard, “I…don’t know what to say! I’m so embarrassed!”

“Just admit it! You are certifiably expert at sucking cock!” Prits declared.

“Okay fine. I admit it. I have had a lot of cock sucking experiences! I’m really good at it!” James blushed.

“Yas! You are expert level! Advanced skills! I could easily see that! Millions of others will see that when they watch the video we took! Your secret is out now!” Prits giggled.

James blushed hard, “Uggghh! You! I am so very embarrassed! Is there anyway we can keep this our little secret?”

Prits smiled, “Nope! You got skills! The world needs to know! Just think of all the cock you gonna get to suck after this video goes viral?”

“Oh god, the embarrassment!” James cringed.

“Exactly, this is going to be wicked embarrassing for you! And I totally love it!” Prits laughed.

Then suddenly, the door to the room opened and two good looking Indian guys walked in. Prits smiled and winked at James. She then went over and whispered something to each of those Indian guys. The group of two Indian guys and three Indian girls laughed together and looked at James, who still sat on his butt in the middle of the room.

The guys started to get undressed. James nervously chewed his lower lip because he knew he would be sucking cock in a moment. Prits walked over to James and grabbed his right arm. Her friend Shreya grabbed his left arm. Both girls slightly lifted James so his butt was about six inches off of the floor. Then the two girls slammed James’ butt in the floor with a very firm PLOP! They repeated this action over and over and over.

James whimpered, “Owwww! My poor butt!”

The girls laughed as they pounded his butt on the floor for a few minutes. By then, the two Indian guys were completely naked and standing in front of James. The girls dropped James on his butt. An Indian guy stepped forward and pushed his cock up to James’ mouth. James kissed the cock as he rubbed his sore butt cheeks. Then James took the cock into his mouth and began to sensually suck it. The passion was obvious as James let out little moans of pleasure as he bobbed and slurped the cock.

Prits and her friends laughed and clapped. Shreya showed Prits that the video of James sucking cock was getting tons of views, likes, and shares. The cheating ex-boyfriend was becoming popular for his blowjob skills. The girls laughed so hard that they rolled on the ground in hysterics. More cock-sucking video was taken and a website was started for James entitled, “James Kinney, the cock-whore of India!”

James was extremely embarrassed but he would spent a few hours everyday slurping on Indian cocks. A blushing American boy in panties sucking Indian cocks was a novelty that made him very popular. James never dated a girl again. He spent his free time sucking cocks like an expert.

Prits had shown what Indian Girl Power can do. She went on to date and married a wonderful man. She was grandly successful in business and made a lot of money. But many people still remember her for her ability to enact justice and keep her cheating ex slurping cocks.

James has been asked many times about Prits. He just blushes with embarrassment and says, “Indian Girl Power rules!”

Prits laughed when she heard that James said that. “Yas! And a panty boy caught cheating, gets some cock feeding!” she smiled.

Hi again, people of ISS! My name is Ryan, and I’m a resident of Assam. I got a decent response from my previous story. So, if you haven’t read it, you can read it here.

Today, I have another story for you guys, and I hope you like it. It’s titled: Sex with my Big Boobed, Big Assed Friend.

It must have been June or July 2021. I was going about my usual day, busy with my small business and a couple of errands. I encountered a small problem at my guesthouse – a water leakage that was contributing to my excess water bills. To investigate, I decided to stay at the place.

Fast-forward to the evening; I got a call from the heroine of my story, Niyasha. She has a 5.1 ft frame, long hair, massive 34F breasts, and a 40-inch ass, with a 34-inch waist. She was thick and had a dusky complexion. Our phone call went as follows:

Niya: Hey! Any plans today?

Me: Nothing, I’ll be my guesthouse’s caretaker today.

Niya: Really? Can I plan something?

Me: Plan? You want to come and hang out?

Niya: Yes, but I’ll stay.

Me: You sure about that? (confused)

Niya: Yes, do you have any issues?

Me: No, but… (she interrupted)

Niya: Okay, done. You look after dinner, I’ll take care of the booze and the rest. (Disconnected)

Me: …

A little bit of backstory: Niyasha used to be my girlfriend 11-12 years ago, but we never dated after that. We’ve been friends ever since, and I’ve also been her go-to person sometimes when she felt low. (No, we were not friends with benefits.)

The guesthouse was located about 5 kilometers away from my home, and her place was also about the same distance, maybe 2 kilometers plus or minus. The guesthouse had the option to be divided into two parts – it was a 3BHK, and it could be made into a 2BHK + 1BHK (this part was built like a suite). Since I already had guests in the 2BHK, I decided to take the 1BHK. I had also informed the staying guests about my investigative stay.

I arrived at around 7 pm, made the place ready and cozy for us, and bought dinner as requested. She arrived by 7:30 pm and had brought 6 beers (including two BroCodes), a pack of cigarettes, and lots of appetizers to have with the booze.

When she arrived, we hugged. And she was wearing a tight black top and leggings. She was looking very edible. Her curves were on full display, which kind of gave me a hard-on. (I guess she planned it all along.) She immediately changed into shorts (super short) and a tank top. And my goodness! I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Our little naughty conversation went as follows:

Niya: What are you looking at? (with a smirk)

Me: I don’t remember you being this curvy. I’ve known you since school, and we keep hanging out.

Niya: If you would have continued from school, you would have seen.

Me: Okay! Well, let’s get started.

Niya: I see something (pointing towards my groin).

Me: Shut up! I didn’t expect to see you in the form of a snack. (playing with her)

Niya: Snack?? (laughing)

We opened our first bottles, cheered, and started drinking. She lit a cigarette and asked me to light one too. When I was about to deny, she said, “Don’t worry, your sex drive won’t go down.”

I lit one up, and we were enjoying having a good time. We were talking about various things – random things (her office, my business, etc.). We were done with our second beers (the BroCodes) and second or third cigarettes. She was slowly getting tipsy and maybe horny.

Finishing the second bottle, she came closer and leaned forward, and I thought she leaned forward to kiss, so I didn’t move. But she gave me a glare and whispered, “I think we should fuck, or we shouldn’t,” and then we did a quick lip lock.

Then, suddenly, she stood up and took my hand and made me stand as well. She kind of embraced me in a hugging position, and we started dancing slowly. She gave me eye contact and said:

Niya: Yeah, I feel I’m drunk.

Me: So soon? It’s just the second bottle, and we have two more bottles. And I also have a whiskey.

Niya: Hmmmmm… (suddenly opening her top and revealing her breasts covered by her bra)

Me: Damn! (I turned her back, facing towards me, and holding her by the hips)

Niya: Ummm… you used to like holding me like this.

Me: (Moving my hands slowly upwards and pressing her breasts gently) Yeah, but I never had the chance to touch these nicely – they’re so big and so supple now. Wow!

Niya: Ummmm! Ah!

She started moaning louder and then started licking my neck (she was flexible). I increased my intensity and started to rub her shorts from the front. She started gasping and held my hand and took it inside her shorts – heck, she was not wearing anything.

I started to leak a little bit, and I started to rub her clit. With my left hand, I was rubbing her, and with my right hand, I was pressing her breasts. I told her to remove her bra, but she asked me to do it myself. And I was unable to do it (some high-security shit, I guess).

She told me to open it like a top, and I did, and her breasts were finally free. I pressed and played with them for some time, kissing her on her neck and sucking her earlobes. She was going crazy. And then she started to feel my dick slowly. I was semi-hard by then, and her touching made me fully hard.

She exclaimed, “Wow, good piece of meat down there!”

I turned her towards me and kissed wildly. She murmured:

Niya: Fuck, what am I doing? But I can’t stop now. Too horny.

Me: Well, if you want to stop now… (she interrupted)

Niya: Oh, shut up! You gotta fuck me now.

Me: Ummmmm… (starting to eat her from the top)

I made her lean on the wall behind and started kissing her lips. Then, I went down to her neck, eating her, and then slowly devouring both her breasts. I must have eaten them for about 10 to 15 minutes. She was going nuts and pulling my hair and moaning, “Oh Ryan! I missed this, missed you.”

Me, with my mouth full: “If you wanted to fuck, why didn’t you tell me?”

Niya: We’ll talk about this later.

I then took her to bed and opened her shorts – she had a bit of hair. I started playing with her clit and was about to insert my finger when she pulled me towards her, and we kissed. I inserted my finger and started fingering her, and she stopped kissing and started moaning at my face, struggling to kiss me. I then started eating her breasts and fingering her. Then, I kissed her from her belly to her hips to reach her groin area. She sat up:

Niya: No, don’t! Nobody has licked me down there, plus I also never allowed anybody.

Me: Huh! You don’t know what you have missed… (and started eating her pussy)

Niya: (Giving a loud moan) FUUUUUUCK!!

Me: (Going nom nom on her)

I ate her for about 5-7 minutes, and she came. She covered her face, blushing, “Are you okay? This is why I don’t allow it. I literally squirt.”

I wiped my face with her top and started to move on top of her, giving her the glare back that she gave me a while ago. I positioned myself so that I could enter her from the missionary position. We both were amateurs, but still, she placed my dick in front of her pussy. I pushed, and as she was wet, I entered immediately. I started pumping slowly, and she started to feel my pumps. We started having sex. I was doing slow, long strokes, and she was moaning with each stroke – “Ah… Oh… Ah… Fuck, Ryan… Fuck me… Shit… I have missed this.”

I asked her when she last had sex, and she said 2020. I said, “Same pinch.”

I started to pace up, and now I started to drill her. She was enjoying it like nothing else. I could maintain the rhythm, and she asked me if I was tired. I said I don’t have much practice. She taunted, “If this is you out of practice, what will it be if you had practice?” I smiled.

We fucked for about 20 minutes, and she asked me to stop. I asked if she wanted to change positions, but she said she doesn’t have much stamina and she usually comes soon. I ignored her and restarted fucking her, now eating her neck, her breasts, kissing her. I was going in and out and caught some kind of rhythm. She was now moaning like crazy.

She gasped, “Ah, I’m coming, I’m coming.”

I too was close. And she gave a shiver, and I realized that she came. And I was almost there. I pulled out and came on her lower belly part. Quickly looking for a towel, I wiped it and fell on top of her. We both were gasping for air with our hearts racing.

Niya: Wow! That was amazing.

Me: Yeah?

Niya: Fuck, I didn’t know I would be fucked this well by you.

Me: Yeah, me too.

We kissed. She then stood up and went to take a bath. She went inside the bathroom and closed the door. And I also stood up, about to wear something. She suddenly opened the door and asked, “Would you like to come in?”

Me, replying, “Why not.”

We took a bath together, kissing and playing with each other. She also tried to give a blowjob, but she did a sloppy job inside the bathroom.

I asked her, “Let’s do it later.”

We came out, drank the rest of the booze, and then talked some more. We chilled out and watched a couple of videos. It was almost 11, so we took our dinner and then prepared ourselves to sleep as we got tired.

Spooning each other, I started to fondle her breasts from over her top (she was not wearing her bra). I switched my right hand to my left hand for fondling and then started to finger her once again. She started to moan again, and our breaths became heavier again. She then sat up and pulled down my shorts, and she gave me a handjob and tried to give me a blowjob. I enjoyed it with limited pleasure as she was sloppy again. But as I was hard again, I stripped her and entered her again and fucked her again for 20-30 minutes. She came twice within this time. But I didn’t, so she helped me with a handjob to make me cum. We finished drinking a peg each of the whiskey and some more.

We spooned up again, and I tried to play with her again, but she was tired and told me to go to sleep. I still continued playing with her breasts for some time and fell asleep soon. And that’s how I fucked my big-boobed, big-assed friend.

Thanks for reading.

Hi friends, I’m Kiran, and I’m here to tell you the next part of my story. After making out 4 times in the office that day, I didn’t get to meet her in the office again because of my heavy field work. But somehow, 4 days passed with video chats and text chats at night. That Saturday night, she called me. I said, “Hi chinnu,” and she replied, “There’s no time. Listen carefully. I have an office trip tomorrow, so I’m leaving from home. I’ll have to return Monday evening. Until then, I’m all yours.” I said, “Wow, okay darling,” and the call cut. I usually wake up after 11 on Sundays, but for her sake, I woke up at 7, got ready, and called her after coming to Rockline Mall, as she had said. She told me to come to the cinemas on the top floor. I thought, “Why is she wasting time?” But thinking that she’ll be here until tomorrow evening anyway, I went up in the lift. I bought tickets for Mr. and Mrs. Ramachari. I went and said “Hi” and stood near her. She came forward and hugged me. I was shocked that she hugged me in public, but just for 2 seconds, like friends. I asked, “Why are you wasting time with the movie?” Just then, someone came next to her and said, “Let’s go, it’s time.” I was looking at her, wondering who she was. She was a bomb, might have been 20 years old, great figure. Looking at her, I felt like I should be with her for life. Then Chitra said, “Hello, where are you looking? She’s my friend Naziya.” Naziya said, “He’s my… husband Raj.” Naziya added, “He looks good. Does he treat you well?” I was stunned by their words. Chitra said, “Come on, let’s go to the movie now.” We went inside. Since it was a morning show, there weren’t many people. We had got top corner seats. First Chitra sat down. I said, “I’ll sit in the corner.” She said, “No, sit in the middle.” Okay, thinking that’s what I wanted, I sat down. After the movie started for a while, we both started to touch our hands and legs.
Nazia was there, so I was hesitant to kiss, so I started thinking about what to do at home. Ugh, I thought I’d be completely naked at home until she returned, but now I have to wait for the night. I wondered why Chaitra brought her along, She said she would get suspicious if I said I was going on a solo trip, so she came along.. Then I asked, “What about my privacy?” She said, “Everything will be alright.” Just then, a hand came onto my thigh. I was shocked because the hand was coming from the left side, meaning Nazia was just sitting there quietly. Slowly, she leaned over and touched my dick. My limp dick became a rod with her soft touch. She came close to my ear and asked, “Can I see it?” I turned towards her, wondering what Chitra would think. She had already seen it. “Enjoy,” she said. As soon as she said that, I pulled Nazia into a lip lock for 10 minutes. Our tongues were so intertwined that even our mouths doubted which tongue belonged to whom. She then opened my pant zip and took my dick out. I was caressing her breasts, waist, and ass. She broke the lip lock, looked, and said, “What is this? It’s so big! I have only seen dicks like this in blue films.” Before she finished, she took it into her mouth. On the other side, Chitra took my hand and put it inside her skirt. In my mind, an advertisement played (laddu bandu baige bitha – literally translates to laddu fell into the mouth, meaning unexpected pleasure). Yes, I came in 10 minutes, she drank it all. “Okay, let’s go home,” she said. The interval hasn’t even started yet. I asked, “Why did we even come to this movie for this purpose?” Chitra replied, “So that Nazia can be free with you.”
So I said, “Look, I brought the bike. You guys adjust and sit. I’ll go on the shortcut road where there are no police.” While going, in the middle, there was MRP. Stopping the vehicle, I thought, “I need to have one or two beers. Is that okay?” To that, she said, “Two beers, will that be enough for anyone?” I said, “Okay, then how much should I get?” She said, “Get one full scotch and get wine.” I said okay and got 100 Pipers full and one half, and 3 full wines and 6 beers. Right there nearby, I brought 2kg of chicken and 1 kg of mutton and went home. They both said, “Hey, you have one round. In the meantime, I’ll finish cooking.” I said, “No, come on, let’s have one peg. Then I’ll help with the cooking.” It was 11 o’clock. By 12:30 everything was ready. Now, chicken in one plate, liquor in the middle, three people took one peg each in a glass and went to say cheers. In the meantime, Naziya said, “This is normal, what’s something special?” I said, “What?” Chitra, let’s all drink naked. I had already thought of being naked with Chitra the full day, but now Naziya too was with her. I said yes. Naziya immediately took off her dress. Within 30 seconds, both of us took them off, like what a pervert. The three of us are naked, even though I had fucked Chitra earlier it’s the first time looking at her fully naked,, big boobs, big ass. Naziya also has an awesome figure, her structure is 30 26 28. Now, saying cheers, we took the bottom sip. Naziya said, “Lo, Kiran, I need to tell you one thing.” I said, “Tell me.” Chitra and I are both lesbian partners, but no penis has entered my vagina. Only Chitra’s tongue has gone in, she said. I was happy that I’m getting a virgin pussy, but somewhere I can also see lesbian love live, wow. I said, “How did you both become lesbian partners?” To that, Chitra, you know I don’t have pleasure from my husband, so one day there was no one in our house. Naziya lives right next to my house, if she had any study doubts she would come to the house. That day she came, I was bathing, so I said, “Sit right there.””
Naziya: I just went into the room to look at the house and there were books. I picked them up and looked through them. In the middle was a sex book. As I was looking at it, I got fully aroused. Suddenly, the TV turned on. I was shocked. Then I realized the power had come back on. I saw Chitra putting in a blue film CD and watching the video. I doubted that she had gone to the bathroom because the power went out. I wondered what Chitra was doing in the bathroom, so I went towards the bathroom. The door wasn’t locked. I peeked inside. She was bathing and rubbing her boobs with one hand and moving a cucumber in and out of her vagina with the other hand. I went straight and locked the front door and slowly opened the bathroom door and went inside. She was fully closing her eyes and moaning. I put my finger directly on her pussy. She suddenly opened her eyes and asked, “Hey, what is this?” Ohh you are asking the question that I should ask, hmm ok leave it. I took the cucumber from her hand and started fucking her with it. She came in 5 minutes. Then she took off my dress and came to fuck me. I said I didn’t want the cucumber, I wanted a real cock in my pussy. Then she told me about you. Then she licked my pussy and made me cum.

Now I got a hard on after listening to her story. Who wants to get fucked first? Naziya said, “First you both do it, then me.” Okay, I said and had a shot of whiskey and started kissing Chitra. Wow, her naked body was so hot. I squeezed her breasts. I couldn’t resist. I laid her down and spread her legs wide. Naziya started sucking my cock. I said, “Enough, stop,” and directly inserted my cock into Chitra’s pussy. She hugged me tightly and moaned “Aaaaaa.” Naziya had another shot and was watching us. I picked her up and kissed her, put her on top of me and started licking her pussy. This was the first man’s tongue for her. She screamed loudly. Soon, in 15 minutes, my hard cock came and filled Chitra’s pussy with cum. After 2 minutes, I took my cock out. Naziya sucked my cum-covered cock and went near Chitra’s lying-down pussy and smelled it and started licking her pussy, saying “Haaa.”

I went to the bathroom, washed everything, came back, and sat down, pouring another peg. I wasn’t getting high; their addiction was stronger. I lit a cigarette and watched their lovemaking. They were hugging each other, licking vaginas, squeezing breasts, and cursing. Watching them, my dick got hard again.
In the next part, a virgin girl is torn apart and blood is offered to Chitra.
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Greetings to all the horny and passionate reader of this site.I’m a guy in my twenties with horny dick and passionate smut writer and reader working in IT industry.
Here’s the narration please read and give feedback.

I’m here to share my most memorable sexual encounter that happened in the City Of Himachal Pradesh in June 2024

After months of feeling burnt out, my roommate and I decided to ditch the routine and embark on a spontaneous adventure to Himachal Pradesh. We’re thinking 3-4 days to recharge and explore the breathtaking beauty of the region.

To keep things flexible, we’ve applied for tentative leave. This way, if our plans change, we can seamlessly jump back into work without losing those precious vacation days.

After a week of debating at work about our travel destination, deadlines unfortunately dashed our initial plans. But with the work complete and the day before our tentative leave approaching, we seized the day! We booked a Volvo straight from Kashmiri Gate to Dharamshala, Himachal. Now, the adventure awaits – just need to find the perfect accommodation!

Around 7:30 pm, we settled comfortably into our Volvo at the ISBT. Taking a moment to unwind, we awaited our fellow passengers. Soon, the bus filled with chatter and anticipation, and we were off, embarking on our journey towards its intended destination.

On a night bus in Israel, two Israeli couples sat ahead. As the lights dimmed, a guy sparked a joint. At a dinner stop, I asked Israeli guy and soon we were all sharing a joint and laughter under the stars. Back on the bus, conversation flowed across languages for hours, leaving a warm, happy exhaustion by the time we arrived

We arrived at Dharamshala around 6:00 AM. The view from the bus window was absolutely mesmerizing, a breathtaking panorama that instantly energized my morning.

Our bus journey ended at a gas station where we parted ways with the Israelis. They planned to explore Dharamshala, while I, having already secured a hotel room on the bus, hailed a cab for Mcleod Ganj.

Our taxi driver deposited us at the hotel at the crack of dawn (around 7 am), but check-in wasn’t until 11. No worries, we stashed our luggage with the friendly reception staff and set off to explore a nearby waterfall!

Exhausted but exhilarated from the cascading beauty of the waterfall, we returned to our hotel. After a rejuvenating thirty-minute rest, we showered and ventured back into the heart of this charming city, eager to explore its local market.

The bustling city greeted us as we arrived at the local market. Tourists and fellow travelers milled about, adding to the vibrant energy. The market itself was a feast for the senses, a kaleidoscope of colors and enticing aromas. We wandered through the stalls, soaking it all in before stopping for a delicious lunch.

After lunch, we stretched our legs with a wander, and a magnificent monastery emerged in the center of our path. Then, catching my eye, was a charming cafe renowned for its coffee and pastries. Drawn in, I stepped inside. Nestled in a corner, enjoying a pastry and coffee, sat a redhead with striking features. Her white top and skirt accentuated her toned legs, adorned with a delicate piercing. She radiated a sense of serenity as she sat in a peaceful, crossed-leg position.

In this charming “Jimmy’s” cafe, I ordered a coffee and pastry. After grabbing my coffee, I returned to find her already seated across from me. Captivated by her beauty, I genuinely wanted to strike up a conversation. Then I noticed an interesting band on her wrist, perhaps connected to a monastery? Intrigued, I headed back to get my pastry, eager to learn more.

A glance, a smile – a connection sparked. “Monastery?” I ventured, referencing her bracelet. Her eyes lit up. “Yes! It’s amazing!” With enthusiasm, she shared details and hidden gems nearby. “Thank you,” I said, extending a hand. “Barney.” “Sejal,” she replied, warmth in her smile. We chatted, a playful wink hanging in the air. Her gaze lingered before we parted ways, adventures beckoning.

The next day, the heart of our adventure, we set off for the Triund trek. We arrived at the designated meeting spot around 10:30 AM, where we were greeted by our guide. Joining us were thirteen fellow trekkers, and nearby, another group of fifteen embarked on their journey with a different guide.

As my guide chatted with another, I overheard him mention a woman lagging behind. We decided to wait. Five minutes later, I spotted a flash of red hair in the distance. It was Sejal, the beautiful redhead, weaving her way towards us, a friendly wave directed at her guide.

My excitement skyrocketed when I saw her join the trekking group! We were finally going on that adventure together. As our eyes met, she flashed a radiant smile, and we clasped hands. “Guess what?” I exclaimed, “what happened yesterday actually came true!” Her response? A simple, knowing, “Indeed.

Sejal, a whirlwind of energy, stood at a petite 5’3” with cascading waves of fiery red hair that framed her fair complexion. She was slim with flat tummy, perfect medium 34b tight boobs and her tight curves ass like Serena Gomez .

Our trek began with the group all moving at a steady pace. But after twenty minutes, the rhythm began to shift. Exhaustion started to set in, and my friends and I found ourselves seeking refuge near a nearby shed. Our thighs throbbed in protest as we settled down. Just then, I spotted Sejal – she was way ahead, already trekking alongside the guide!

Fueled by a surge of energy, we set off towards our destination. Along the way, we stumbled upon a charming “SHIVA” cafe buzzing with activity. We joined the crowd, and after a quick chat with my guide, I inquired about the possibility of enjoying a smoke session.

After my smoke break, I felt re-energized and my movements picked up a noticeable speed. However, my friend, busy capturing the moment with his camera, politely excused himself to maintain his own pace.

As I spotted Sejal again, she was perched on a rock, refreshing herself with a cool lemonade.

“Looks like you’re a seasoned trekker,” I remarked, approaching her.
Her eyes met mine, a hint of amusement sparkling within. “Actually, this isn’t my first adventure,” she replied. “I’ve conquered a couple of treks before.”

A wide grin spread across my face. “That’s fantastic! You seem to be leaving everyone else in the dust – your stamina is impressive.”
Sejal chuckled. “Running’s kind of my thing, along with other fitness activities.” Her confidence was infectious.

I couldn’t resist a playful nudge. “With that kind of agility,” I teased, “on top of everything is your priority then.”A slight raise of an eyebrow and a knowing smirk were her only response, leaving me both intrigued and eager to get to know her better.

We continued our walk, our conversation flowing back and forth. I playfully teased her again, and a blush crept across her cheeks. Suddenly, a couple locked in a passionate kissing emerged from a thicket of hidden trees. Our eyes met, a silent question hanging in the air for a beat. Without missing a step, I suggested, “Let’s move along.

She readily agreed and started climbing but all i could think when i was staring at her sexy ass as she raised high and high – weather she was wearing regular panty or thongs. I was literally calculating the time i might need to remove them from her.

As we trekked deeper into the woods, Sejal tripped with a startled yelp. I instinctively reached out, catching her just before she tumbled. Her backpack gaped open, scattering its contents. A blush crept up her neck as a glimpse of lacy lingerie, her face cream and a forgotten sanitary pad tumbled out

She looked back at me and then looked at her bag I
Gently speak her into her “don’t rush Sejal you might get hurt”. And again you got the nice pair of lingerie its would looks so good on you and blew my breath over her ear and neck.

Her gaze flickered to me, then down to her bag. A hint of worry creased her brow. “Don’t rush, Sejal,” I murmured gently, “you might hurt yourself.” And further i teased her by saying You got the nice set of lingerie it would look so good on your perfect athletic body.

I took my hand back from her waist, Sejal blushed, quickly stuffing the lingerie and her pads back into her bag. But i couldn’t atop thinking about how i’m holding her. I imagined her in the lingerie, her perky breasts spilling out of the cups her hard nipples.

We were nearing the peak of the trek, anticipation building with every step. As I finally crested the summit beside her, a wave of accomplishment and pure joy washed over us. The atmosphere buzzed with an indescribable energy. With a joyful shriek, she jumped into my arms for a hug.

The vista that unfolded before us was breathtaking. Snow-capped mountains stretched as far as the eye could see, bathed in the warm glow of the near-setting sun. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she requested some photos, and I gladly captured the moment for her.

Surrounded by couples gazing at the view, their arms intertwined, I spotted my roommate in the distance. “Give me a moment,” I called out, “then I’ll be right there!”

Since my friend had been delayed, I hadn’t had a chance to tell him about it. Now, catching him up, I mentioned the possibility of switching campsites. Sejal was in a single tent, while ours had more space – a perfect solution if everything fell into place. My friend, ever the optimist, winked and declared, “Tonight night going to be long!”

As dusk settled, a chill wind whispered through the air. The guide’s voice cut through the gathering darkness: “Dinner at nine!” With a rumbling stomach, I joined the queue and eagerly awaited a warm meal. Refueled, I sought out my guide,nestled within the shelter of a small roof. What adventures awaited us under the cloak of night?

Imagine my surprise when I spotted Sejal there, sipping tea! We exchanged a smile, and then I approached the guide. “Any chance of arranging some more weed ?” I inquired. He nodded. “Give me a bit, I’ll call you when it’s sorted.” With that, he disappeared. Just then, Sejal, out of the blue, offered, “You could’ve just asked me, you know. I might have had a stash.

Sejal: Hey, feeling up for a smoke break?
You: Absolutely!
Sejal: Perfect. My stuff’s back at the tent, though. Mind giving me a hand?
You: Sure thing, lead the way!
Sejal: (Rummaging through her bag) Ah, there it is!
You: Hey, why not chill at my place? It’s a bit bigger, and we could make a whole session out of it. wink
Sejal: (Smiling) Now that sounds like a plan.
You: Let’s do it then!

Nestled in a secluded spot, my tent offered a haven of privacy, just as I’d requested from my guide upon reaching the summit that evening.

Reaching my tent, she revealed the stash. We crafted the joint, her skilled hands a nice help. A shared sense of accomplishment filled the air as we lit it, the first drag pure bliss. Beneath a breathtaking mountain sky, the world unfolded before us

As puffs of smoke danced between us, our conversation drifted into the realm of sexual intimacy, relationships, and a touch of the unconventional. The mood was light, and we were both feeling a pleasant buzz when she, with a spark in her eyes, declared how adventurous it would be to make love on a mountaintop.

As she uttered those enchanting words, my gaze locked with hers. The intensity in her eyes was undeniable, a simmering hunger and lust that sent a delicious shiver down my spine. I couldn’t help but feel like prey, utterly captivated by the promise in her heated stare.

Intrigued by the moment, I leaned in closer. A stray strand of hair tickled her cheek, and I reached out, gently tucking it behind her ear and I got carried away with that sight. I don’t know what took more of me. But I just moved close to her back. I whispered in her ears, Sejal you look so hot, god. I can fuck you right here,” and blew my warm breath on her neck.

My finger traced a path along the warm skin of her neck, drifting up to the nape. As I began massaging her scalp, her eyes fluttered closed, and a slow, delicious bite claimed her bottom lip. A shiver ran down her spine, and she seemed to melt deeper into the moment.

Then I started licking her ear lobes slowly while my other hands keeps on massaging her scalp gently she was sliding into out of control state but i kept on teasing her with my tongue. She tightly groped my thighs in that moment but I didn’t stope for even a second.

I gently nibbled on her earlobe again causing her to let out a soft moan of pleasure. I then trailed kisses along her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. Moving lower, I gently bit down on her collarbone, eliciting a gasp from her lips.and she was clenching her fist.

Then i turned her face and grabbed her neck lean in closer and start biting her upper lips and then we started sucking each other’s lips. She held me by my hair as she kissed me and I held her by her face. We kept kissing passionately, exchanging our saliva and our tongues were fighting and exploring each other’s mouths.

I couldn’t resist the urge to cup her breasts, pressing my palms against them and feeling her hardened nipples beneath the fabric of her loose . I traced my fingers along the edge of her areola over her bra teasing her as she arched her back in response.

And then probably someone’s voice was heard saying, let’s go a little higher, then Sejal said wait, someone may come now and then the light of flash light was seen but they won’t come near us we felt so relieved. Then Sejal said, let’s go inside the tent, they can play with each other.

And as we entered the tent, we got into lotus position and started kissing each other like crazy, our tongues started dancing together and then Sejal raised both her hands in the air and took off her crop top. Then I started kissing her from her chin till her cleavage and she started playing with the hair on my head.

I started pressing her boobs from above her bra and she started moaning and then I quickly opened the hook of her bra and her medium sized tight boobs become free.

Then I told Sehal to lie straight and then I get top of her and started pressing both her boobs. I started moving my fingers along her areola which increased her excitement and then I started sucking the nipple of her left boob and the right one with the other. started pressing the boobs harder, I became so crazy in the foreplay that I even started licking my armpits.

Then I slowly started slapping her boobs and pinching her both the nipples and rotating them like a fucking regulator and then i licked from her cleavage till reached her navel and then I started caressing all the four sides of her navel and Sejal made a sigh from her mouth and then she said, “keep doing it like this, I am liking it”.

And after licking all four sides of her navel, I slowly started caressing her pussy over her leggings. I was caressing her pussy with one hand and put the finger of the other hand in her mouth and was busy licking her like lollipop.

Then I told Sejal to lift her ass a little and she did the same. Then I pulled her leggings till her knees and then I saw that she was wearing a thong and it was completely wet from the side of her pussy.

Then I bit her wet thong and the smell of the water of her pussy filled my mind and I got excited by that smell and then I bit her thong also and then I got a glimpse of her pussy. Sejal’s pussy looks very beautiful, both her pussy lips are tightly stuck together like no one has ever seen Sejal’s pussy and it is covered with light hair which has been trimmed in an amazing shape.

Then I started pressing both of her thighs hard and slowly started kissing from her knees to her inner thighs due to which she let out a powerful sigh and she tried to bring my head to her pussy but I have no desire, I just want to tease her and by this continuous action of tickling her inner thighs and blowing breath on her warm pussy She was restless like a fish without water.

Then I started moving my index finger from top to bottom on the line of Sejal’s pussy. Then I opened both the lips of Sejal’s pussy and inside her I saw a light pink world for which every man is crazy.

My mouth started watering after seeing her light pink clit that was indeed special thing and it was visible to me because we had put a flash light above the water bottle on our side, the intensity of the flash light was very less and I also noticed that, The clothes of the tent were so thick that no light could be seen through them.

Then I released hot air from my mouth on her pussy and started licking slowly from her cunt till the upper part of her pussy. Then I increased my speed slowly and gradually, Sejal started enjoying even more then I opened both the lips of Sejal’s pussy and inserted my entire tongue into it and started licking it and I started moving my tongue there, like a thirsty dog
who hasn’t had food since yesterday.

Sejal pushed my head completely inside her pussy, and simultaneously I was sucking her clit and then I inserted my two fingers into Sejal’s pussy and started rubbing her inner wall and doing all kind of rotation motion and then she wrapped her legs around my neck and then I increased the speed of both my fingers, Then hot lava came out from her pussy with such force that it was quite stick, warm fragrant lava came straight to my mouth and I drank it completely.

And it was clearly visible from her face that she was quite satisfied after having orgasm.

Then Sejal sat down and told me that from now on I will heal you till your pleasure. And then she pushed me down with some force and started sitting on top of me and started licking my chest and biting my nipples. And she also started licking my navel. And when she pulled down my track pant I told her that I want a blow job in the open air.

Me and Sejal came out of the tent and saw that it was completely dark and the time was around 1:30. She pulled down my track pant and underwear and started sucking my penis. I can’t described in words how amazed this moment at a height of 2828 metre above the ground as Sejal licked the tip of my penis with her tongue, then she took my whole penis up to her throat in one go, then I grabbed her red hair and started fucking her mouth.

There were tears in Sejal’s eyes, yet I kept fucking her mouth, she even squeezing and rubbing my both nuts which definitely increase the intensity and then released my semen inside her mouth which she happily drank completely.

And then I and Sejal both went to the same place where my light had fallen and started looking at the stars. Then she started playing with my dick and slowly started stroking it back and forth in a rhythmic motion so that my dick started getting hard again.

I told Sejal, now let me make you sit on my rocket under the stars and then she lightly punched me on the chest. Then I asked her, is there any condom?
Sejal – Fuck Condom, let do it raw
Me – yes my red hair queen
She laughed

Then I and Sejal came to the tent and Sejal opened her both her legs as she was in missionary position. I placed my blanket under Sejal’s ass which gave some elevation to her pussy.

Then I came between both of Sejal’s legs and spit saliva on the upper part of her pussy and rubbed my penis on her clit. She got very excited and she put both her hands on my ass and started pushing me forward and said “fuck me, You Mother Fucker how much will you rub your cock on my pussy, put that shit of yours into my love hole you bastard”.

Then I suddenly inserted my penis into Sejal’s pussy, which made her scream a little but she knew that there were many people who could get aroused by her voice.

Sejal’s pussy was tight and I felt it on my penis as if her inner walls pressing my penis with great force then I slowly started moving my penis and after some time Sejal started enjoying and she said do it harder babes “fuck me like this was the last time you were getting sex” and by doing it faster, I started hitting my hips faster, which showed the expression on her face. I even slapped her breast and flicked her nipples.

Then I told Sejal to come in doggy position and she immediately obey it. Then I bent her slightly which showed the shape of Sejal’s pussy. Then I slowly inserted my dick into her pussy due to which a moan came from her mouth. Then I held Sejal’s waist and started penetrating her hard from behind. I thrusted my dick into Sejal’s pussy almost several times. Then I held Sejal’s neck and lifted her face a little and started kissing her and kept fucking her from behind and then I reached my climax and released by cum on her ass.

Then Sejal and I lay down next to each other after cleaning her ass with wipes, then I lay down next to her, and then I started playing with her boobs and then I came back and started licking her lips, due to which my penis started moving again. told her to came top on me.

She obeyed my every words like a good student and started riding me. And I was moving my lips around her wet nipples, her armpits, one by one making her even more hungry. Groped her hairs and slapping her erect nipples to which she rode me even faster.

As soon as Sejal’s pace slowed down, I held her buttocks and started pumping my penis vigorously inside her pussy. And when my penis had not yet come out, I told Sejal and she quickly got up from above me, sat down on her knees and started stroking my penis with great force. When I told her that my semen about to came , she immediately put it in her mouth. took it and swallowed it

Then we took 5 minutes to straighten our clothes and enjoyed a cigarette while facing outside the tent and looking at the sky. Exhaustion finally catching up, we retreated to the bed, cuddling close and drifting off to sleep.

To be continued

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