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In one of working day, we had in the cafeteria, doing lunch together. He was in “mentor mode” again; he used to give me lessons, so it was normal for me. But for him, it was part of the plan on that day.

Roshan: “Nikhil, if you really want to grow… You can’t just be fifty per cent. You’ve got to explore the other half, too. Personal half, you know? You need to understand the other side of you, apart from just professional.”

Me: “So, what’s there in your 50%, your other half?”

Roshan: “My half is nothing but my beloved wife, Simran. And to get me precisely, you should meet her someday too.”

I nodded. “Fair enough. I should, but can I?”

He replied to me quickly, “Yep! Why not. Tomorrow fine for you?”

I raised an eyebrow. “All of a sudden? But yeah, as you are telling all this, let’s explore it.”

He chuckled once. “Relax. Just a conversation. Tomorrow, after office. I’ll text you the address and time.”

I hesitated, “Alright, Sir. Your fifty per cent lesson. Let’s see what it’s about.”

Roshan: “Good. Don’t be late.”

The next day, I finished my office. While returning, Rashan reminded me of the meeting again and wished me luck, surprisingly. I went to my place, got freshened up and headed to the address shared for the meet.

When I reached the place, she was already there, casually seated at a corner table, scrolling on her phone. When she looked up, she gave me a small smile, “Hey, Nikhil. Come sit.”

“Hi, ma’am. Thanks for meeting,” I replied while sitting down.

She was stunning. Her hair was long and black, falling straight down to her waist. She was milky white in complexion, like sardarnis used to be. She wore a tight blue dress, and when she stood up to greet me, her hips moved. A smooth bounce.

When she leaned in, my eyes went straight to her cleavage. It was a dress that clearly exposed her cleavage; the shadow between her breasts was deep. She caught me looking and gave a reaction, “Huh?” with a lifted eyebrow.

I didn’t react much as she was my boss’s wife, and I was trying to be respectful. So, we ordered. I passed a few jokes on my boss (well, my terrible boss). The universal struggle of finding good music. It felt less like a first meeting and more like catching up with a friend you actually like.

As I came from a small town, I was talking about the work chaos of the city. While listening, she casually brushed her long, dark hair from her one shoulder. My eyes followed the movement.

“Huh? What happened?” she asked, while catching my gaze.

I didn’t try to hide it as it was just hair, nothing intimate. “Just admiring the subject, ma’am. Your hair looks amazing tonight.”

She laughed, the sound low. She tilted her head, “Hmm, my hair. Then you must’ve liked… what you were looking at, when you walked in?”

And that’s how the casual talk was instantly over. I was shocked at how I could defend myself now. It was her cleavage I was staring at, “I was just! Uh, looking around.”

She laughed, softly, slowly. “Oh, come on. Don’t get shy on me now. You didn’t seem like the shy kind when you were cracking jokes about your boss.”

Eventually, the topic turned to relationships. She asked casually, “So… anyone in your life yet?”

I shook my head, smiling. “Nope. Nothing serious yet.”

She lifted an eyebrow in surprise. “Nothing… huh? No girlfriends, no… anything?”

I replied, “Yeah, nothing serious yet.”

She paused, then she leaned in slightly: “So… a virgin, huh?”

I laughed nervously. “Guilty. But virgin doesn’t mean useless, right?”

She said, “Bold words for someone with no track record. You sweet little duffer.”

I replied, “I know exactly where to start, ma’am. I’ve just been waiting for a subject worth the practice.”

She threw her head back and taunted, “Start? You won’t know which hole to put your key in, you naughty boy. You’ll have nervous release before even real work begins.”

It was like a roast, I felt, on my virginity. So I defended myself and hit back with stronger, bolder words. “Try me, ma’am. I might not have the practice, but I bet I could make you scream louder than Sir ever did.”

She grabbed my hand, squeezing hard. “You are fucking mad, Nikhil.”

I guess this was the moment when my choice felt justified to her. She needed someone who could absorb humiliation and fire back with dangerous, unflinching confidence. Someone utterly unafraid of whatever is coming to him.

And that’s how our talks shifted. But it was time to leave now. We stood up to leave. As we reached the exit, she stopped me, putting her hand briefly on my arm.

Tomorrow, just for fun…” she said in deliberate tone, “tell Roshan this. Don’t change a word. ‘Your junior might be a virgin, but bet he could make your wife scream louder than you ever did.”

I blinked, half-laughing. “What? He’ll kill me if I say that.”

She winked. “Try it. Let’s see if he survives it.”

And just like that, she walked off, leaving me with a racing heart and a line no sane junior should
Ever repeat to his boss.

When she entered the home, she walked straight to the kitchen, poured herself water, and leaned on the counter. Roshan followed her, “So, how was it?”

Simran looked at him, “He’s… different.”

Roshan asked, “Different how?”

“He’s not like the others you’ve introduced. He listens. But he’s not spineless. Respectful, but quiet confidence there,” she said.

He leaned against the table, arms folded. “You really think he fits?”

“I do. I am captivated by how he handled situations. He didn’t try to impress, didn’t flirt stupidly. But he has charm.”

Roshan hesitated. “Wasn’t he nervous?”

She smiled faintly. “Of course he was. But he never lost composure even when I pushed him a little, that playful line, Oh my! He has the presence of mind to handle tricky questions humorously.”

Roshan asked, watching her. “Which line, dear?”

“He literally said he can scream me louder than you. HAHA!” she said.

Roshan was surprised, “WTF!”

She corrected, “No, He’s aware, it was just a teasing moment. But not arrogant. I could sense he’s still figuring himself out… that’s what makes it interesting.”

Roshan felt conflicted, “Simran, this isn’t a game.”

Her expression softened, “I know. That’s why I’m saying. If it has to be someone… he’ll do.”

Roshan looked up sharply. She wasn’t teasing now.

There was a measured conviction in her tone, like she’d evaluated him in layers and arrived at a logical verdict.

Roshan’s jaw tightened. “You sure you’re not reading too much into one meeting?”

Her words lingered behind her, final: “Sometimes the right person isn’t the most experienced one, it’s the one who doesn’t flinch when you test him.”

The next day in the office was charged. Every time Roshan’s office door opened, my head snapped up. He was quieter than usual, more withdrawn, and his gaze avoided mine during the morning briefing.
It was just past noon, and I saw his text: “Nikhil. My office. Now.”

I stood, smoothing my tie, the memory of Simran’s whisper a ghost in my ear. Your junior might be a virgin…

I knocked and entered. Roshan wasn’t at his desk. He was standing by the window, his back to me. “Close the door, Nikhil.”

I did. He turned slowly. “You met Simran yesterday,” he stated.

I replied, “I did, Sir. At the café, as you asked.”

“And? What did you think?” He finally met my eyes, saying that.

I answered him respectfully. “She’s… remarkable, Sir. Sharp. Witty.”

He gave a short, bitter laugh. “Yes. She is.”

He walked to his desk. Then, he spoke without looking at me, “She told me to ask you… about your statement.”

My heart thudded. “Sir,” I began, my own voice was surprisingly steady. “She said I should tell you… that your junior might be a virgin…” I paused there, unsure of whether those humiliating words should spill.
“Let it be, Sir; it was nothing serious.”

He insisted, “Tell me, Nikhil. Don’t be afraid.”

I replied, “Okay, so it was, your junior might be a virgin. But he could make your wife scream louder than you ever did.”

Conversation stopped for a moment; it was tense for me, so I said, “Sorry, Sir, I didn’t mean to cross the line.” I thought he might explode, might fire me on the spot.

But when he replied, he looked broken. “She told me exactly what you had said,”

I was like What? He knew? And where I smelled for the first time that this is not just a trust-building activity, but something is cooking behind the scenes. “Sir, I…I was only joking, Sir. I didn’t mean to insult you. Nothing serious.”

Roshan replied, “I am okay. It wasn’t an insult.”

Roshan turned, facing the window again, “Before I say anything else, you will not tell this to anyone. Do you understand me?”

I nodded to him. Then, he continued, “Actually, it’s been months, I’m… I’m dead in bed. I haven’t been able to satisfy her.”

I looked at the broken man and tried to open up the conversation. “Oh! So, to solve it, you’re referring to… cuckoldry, Sir??”

That word was the atomic trigger for him. “Don’t ever fucking say that word!” he roared. He gripped my collar, pulling me forward until our noses were inches apart. “You have no idea what you are talking about, you filthy junior!”

The violence of his reaction shocked me. I held his gaze, my own intensity matching his, and my voice remained cold and steady, utterly disregarding his rank. “Let go of my collar, right now! Don’t ever dare to put your hands on me again.”

For a terrifying second, his eyes remained locked on mine, murderous. Then, the realisation of his desperation hit him harder than my defiance. His grip loosened, he leaned heavily on the desk, his head bowed in defeat. He had physically collapsed. “I… I am sorry, Nikhil. I lost control. It’s just… the word. It makes me feel like an animal.”

I straightened my tie, tasting the dark victory. “It’s okay. I can understand.”

He looked at me directly now. “So, yes. I need a favour. Simran is impressed; she chooses you.”

Listening to this, I was in heaven. I was dancing from inside. I took a slow breath and didn’t overreact at all. “So the whole trust-building thing… that was just to test me?”

He nodded once, and guilt was still on his face. “Yes. And it’s only an arrangement to fill the gap through you. Which I am not able to. Would you please, Nikhil? With some understanding. Please.”

For a moment, I didn’t speak. My mind spun through options. Should I ask for a promotion? A raise in exchange? But that would be like business, like I was exploiting him. And if this… arrangement went on, the benefits would follow anyway, position, trust, proximity. So, no business. Better to play it smart. As a friendly human. Helping him.

I exhaled and looked up at him. “Alright, Sir. I’ll go with it. But…”

He tilted his head. “But what?”

I said. “One condition.”

Roshan sighed like he was almost expecting it. “What do you want? Promotion? Money? Leave approvals for a year?”

I shook my head. “No. I can agree only if she is in Victoria’s Secret babydoll set.”

He stared at me for a second, shocked. Then, unexpectedly, laughed. A full, honest laugh, breaking through the tension that had been choking the room. “Simran was right. Your other side is fucking mad. Anyways, I meant any serious demand if you have, you can ask.”

“Yeah, okay. Serious demand is! Make sure that the set is of purple vapour colour,” I teased him again.

“You’re insane,” he said, continuing his laugh.

I shot him a look. “Insanely want to be your wife’s reason to misbehave.”

Roshan kept laughing, wiping his face. “Fine, man. You’ll get your condition.”

The tension dissolved completely then. He leaned back in his chair, exhaling a long breath of relief.

For the first time since I joined this company, we weren’t boss and junior. I knew one thing for sure: this wasn’t the end of something. It was the start of a game neither of us fully understood yet.

Roshan left the office early. He was a broken man, and I was about to become his ruin. Later, as I packed up my things, my phone buzzed with a text from Simran: “It’s Friday. Come today itself. Have dinner with us tonight.”

I was amazed. This was happening sooner than I expected. I reached their flat sharp at 8. The dinner was tense. Roshan barely spoke anything; his eyes avoided me. Simran, on the other hand, was composed.

After the meal, she excused herself while I was with Roshan in the drawing room. A few minutes later, Roshan’s phone buzzed. He glanced at it, then looked up at me. “She wants you to join her.
Upstairs.”

I stood and made my way to her room. As I pushed the door open, I was a bit tense too. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her long, dark hair open. The babydoll set I had requested, she was really in the same set. It was stunning in person. Purple vapour, delicate lace. Her legs were crossed, and one foot was tapping impatiently.

Her eyes locked with mine, and my gaze was raking over her body. “You look… incredible.”

She laughed, a soft, “Flattery will get you everywhere, Nikhil. Now come here.”

I stepped closer. This was the moment I had been waiting for. Our first kiss was tentative, awkward even. I had never done this before, and it showed.

My hands trembled a bit as I cupped her face, my lips roaming against hers. But Simran didn’t seem to mind. She laughed softly against my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.

“Relax, it’s just me.” She spoke. Trying to release my nervousness.

I took a deep breath, my nerves settling slightly. I kissed her again, this time with more confidence, my hands sliding down her back, pulling her to me. She moaned softly, she deepened the kiss, and her tongue was teasing in my mouth.

Our lips met again, this time with my hunger. I slid my tongue into her, a slow exploration of my first-ever kiss. My hands were gripping her butts, pulling her closer.

The kiss deepened. I am non-alcoholic, but this was the first time I tasted it. The aroma of rich wine, I could feel in her mouth. Something sweeter, something unique. I couldn’t get enough.

My hands roamed her body, the softness of her skin beneath the delicate fabric of her babydoll. She arched into my touch, but our lips never left. The kiss became more urgent, and our teeth were clashing.

I could feel the heat radiating from her body. She moaned into my mouth, her intimate area was grinding against my hard cock. I pulled back slightly, my lips were brushing below the ear, “You taste amazing, with that wine.”

“And you kiss like you’ve been practising for years,” she replied while her fingers were tracing the line of my jaw. My hands were sliding up her thighs, pushing the fabric of her babydoll higher.

I pulled the straps of her babydoll down, my lips were following the path of the fabric, kissing. She arched her back and gasped softly when I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, my tongue spinning around it.

My hands went down, my fingers found the wetness around pussy. She was already soaking; she was trembling with need. And I teased her, circling her clit, my mouth still on her nipple, my other hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back.

“Nikhil, Please. I need more,” she demanded in eagerness.

I didn’t make her wait. I pushed her back onto the bed, my body covering hers. My cock was pressing against her pussy. She wrapped her legs around my waist, adjusted my dick right on the opening of pussy and said, “Fuck me,” like a desperate roar.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I thrust into her. She was tight, wet, and so fucking hot. I moved slowly at first; my hands were gripping her hair to pull her head back so I could kiss her deeply.

“Harder, fuck me harder,” she panted. Her nails were exploring my back.

I obliged as a sweet duffer fucker, my thrusts grew faster, deeper. And I became more desperate, too. The sound of two bodies slapping together was so satisfying to hear in reality. She moaned, her head thrashing from side to side, her hair spread around her like a dark circle.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she chanted, her voice rising in each pitch. It’s been quite a few minutes, and I was still fucking. And there I wondered, how could I even be lasting till here?

I could feel her tightening around me. I didn’t let up My hips were still snapping against hers, my hands gripped her hair tighter, so I could bite her neck.

“Nikhil!” she screamed, her body was shuddering around me, her nails were digging into my biceps, her hair was wild and tangled.

I didn’t stop. I kept fucking her. Now I could feel it, the pressure, the heat, the overwhelming need to release. But I held on, my hips moving faster.

“Cum for me,” she whispered in a shaking tone. And with that, I let go. My cock was pulsing with every spurt inside pussy as I came. I rested on top of her. Breathing heavily.

But Simran wasn’t done. Within a few minutes, she wanted more. She pushed me off her. “On your back,” she commanded me.

I obeyed, lying back on the bed as she climbed on me, her butts was rolling as she took my dick deep inside her again. She rode my dick, her hands were gripping her own hair, pulling it back as she arched her back.

The scene of admiring those boobs bouncing with each movement. Absolutely killing. I gripped her ass. I was guiding her movements, urging her to take me deeper, harder.

She leaned forward, her hands resting on her chest, her nails digging into my skin as she rode me.

“Don’t be shy, virgin. Give me that spank. I’m craving for,” she demanded while riding me. She was breathless. I did, a whap! Sound echoed.

She spoke again, “Hard. Rookie.”

I didn’t hesitate. My hand came down on her ass with a sharp smack. She gasped, her body was shuddering, and her pussy was clenching around me.

“Oh… yesss…!” she moaned.

And there, I cum again. I rested in the same position. We lay there for a moment. She tangled her body with mine, and her breath was slowly returning to normal.

“Not bad for a virgin,” she said with a satisfied smile on her lips.

I replied, “I told you I knew where to start.”

She laughed, “And where did you learn to pull hair like that?”

I teased. “Instinct, I guess.”

We lay there for a while longer. Then she laughed. You did last longer than I expected.”

I leaned down and replied. “Just wait until next time.”

Her eyes darkened with desire. “Next time, huh? I can’t wait.”

And with that, our journey began. As promised, Simran didn’t cheat, but she made what she wanted happen. The fun of an outsider’s cock. It was a victory of her long efforts, manipulating men like Roshan. But now, the reward is limitless fun, and it will last long.

To be continued.
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Hello, I am Anki, and I am around 20. This story tells how my aunt seduced me first and then made me fuck my mom.

I stay with my parents. My dad is a top-notch executive in an MNC and mostly travels 15 to 20 days a month. My maternal (mom’s brother) uncle stays in the same town with his wife. They are frequent visitors to our house.

One day, I had some free time in college, and I returned home. I heard some sounds in my parents’ room. I thought uncle and aunt were chatting with mom. I went, changed into shorts and lay down. As I was browsing through my mobile, the sounds from my parents’ room increased.

Curious, I went to the room. The door was slightly open. I heard mom saying, “Oh, Satish, it feels so good. Please hit me faster.” At the same time, I heard my aunt saying, “Satish, tongue my clit while you finger me.” I opened the door and froze.

Mom was lying on the edge of the bed, her legs pulled up. Satish uncle was banging mom. Sheetal aunt was standing above mom, her legs spread. Satish uncle was licking her cunt. All were stark naked.

I pushed the door wide open, entered the room, and shut the door behind me. The door closed with a bang. Hearing the sound, all three were looking at me, startled. They hurriedly tried to cover themselves with whatever came handy.

Mom shouted, “How the hell are you so early? Have you bunked some classes? Why didn’t you inform me that you were returning early? Get out of here.” I was angry and horny at the same time. I said in an angry tone, “So that you could do all this? When dad is out? Unbelievable.”

Before mom could reply, Sheetal aunty asked mom to be quiet. She said to mom, “Rekha, leave this matter to me. I will explain everything.” Covering her body in a bedsheet, she approached me and said, “Ankit, let’s go to your room. Don’t make a scene here. I will explain everything.”

When I tried to protest, she held my hand and forcibly took me to my room. On going to my room, she made me sit down on the bed.

She sat next to me and said, “Ankit, please calm down. I know what you saw was absolutely shocking to you. But try to understand Rekha’s plight. Your dad travels more than 20 days a month. Rekha is still not very old and has her body needs. She and your dad have hardly any physical intimacy.”

She said, “As you know, Rekha is an introvert and doesn’t mix up easily with strangers. She once told her agony to Satish. Satish could not tell her to make a physical relationship with any stranger. Rekha too wouldn’t have agreed. Once when Rekha was uncontrollable, Satish offered to help.”

She continued, “He could not see his sister’s pain. Rekha reluctantly agreed, and they indulged in a physical relationship. Satish openly told me so. I, too, didn’t object. In fact, I thought that since our relationship, that is mine & that of Satish, had become monotonous, we agreed to spice it up a little.”

She said, “We three come together once in a while and try to enjoy ourselves. Now your mom has become habituated, and she cannot stay away from such physical relationships. See, all is within the family. Of course, your dad doesn’t know. And I will expect you to keep this a secret. If he comes to know, your family will be destroyed. Please understand this.”

I calmed down a little. I asked, “How long has this been going on?”

Sheetal aunty said, “Does it really matter? Okay. It’s been going on for over six months. Don’t feel bad.”

I said, “I am unable to comprehend physical relationships in close relations. How can a brother be in a sexual relationship with his own sister? Is it not immoral? Is it not a sin?”

Sheetal aunty sighed and said, “There comes a time when physical needs overcome morality. In such, there is only one relationship- a man and a woman. That’s all.”

I asked her, “So, in a sense, it may not be immoral in the given circumstances. What should I do if I feel such a need? Will you help me? After all, we are not directly related.”

Sheetal aunty again sighed, moved her hand on my back and said, “You have asked a legitimate question. Under the circumstances and my earlier explanation, the answer is yes. Look, I said that we decided to spice things up a little. Fine, Satish is having his fun. But I am left out. I too often feel a need for a change.”

I was surprised at the answer. I asked, “What about Satish uncle? How would he take it?”

Sheetal aunty said, “Ankit, we have already talked about this. In fact, he himself told me to have a physical relationship with anyone I like. He said that, if I had permitted him to have a relationship with Rekha, he had no moral right to object to me.”

I again asked Sheetal aunty, “Are you serious?” Instead of answering me, Sheetal aunty coolly removed the bedsheet, looked into my eyes and said, “Yes, darling. I am serious. Let’s get on with it. Have you done this before?” I said, “No. I have only seen some pictures. But what about mom? She was furious.”

Sheetal aunty caressed my cheeks and said, “She will understand. I will convince her if it comes to that. And she must be enjoying herself there. Okay?” Sheetal aunty stood in front of me and said, “Look at me, Ankit. Look at a woman now, not your aunty.”

I stared at her naked body. She was neither slim nor fat. She had full, roundish breasts, a slight mound below her belly, and her legs and thighs in shape. My mouth went dry. Looking at facial expressions, she said, “Oh my poor little thing,” and pulled my head on her breasts.

I nuzzled my face on her fleshy, but firm breasts. I put my hands around her hips and went closer. Sheetal aunty is caressing my head. She extended her hand, kept it on my dick and pressed lightly. My body stiffened. I asked her in a shy voice, “Aunty, can I touch you?”

Sheetal aunty, moving my head on her breasts, said, “Honey, you are already touching me. Want to caress me? Go ahead and do it.” I started moving my hands all over her back and buttocks. She said, “Ah, it feels so nice, being touched by, being caressed by a young hunk.”

I was loosening up. My dick was hard now. Feeling it, Sheetal aunty said, “You are already hard.” She pushed my shorts down from the front. Raising my hips, I removed my shorts. She put her hand in my boxers and touched my dick. A sweet wave ran through my body.

I lightly touched her breasts from the sides, not having dared to cup them. Sheetal aunty stepped back, held my hands, placed them in her breasts and said, “You wanted to touch my boobs, didn’t you? Don’t be shy.” My hands were trembling. I cupped her breasts and pressed.

I could feel her nipples hardening. I started pressing her boobs more. I was staring at her boobs. Sheetal aunty lifted my chin and said, “Look at me.” I looked into her eyes. She had a lusty expression. She bent and kissed my lips. I kept pressing her boobs.

Sheetal aunty said, “Don’t you like my nipples? Pinch them.” I started pinching her nipples. She gave out a loud moan. She removed my hands from her boobs and brought one nipple near my mouth. She said, “Suck me, honey.” I started sucking her nipples one by one.

My dick was so hard that it started aching. I rubbed my dick. Sheetal aunty sweetly said, “Let’s free up your member.” She made me stand up and pushed my boxers down. My dick, full and hard, shot up. Feeling nervous, I tried to hide my dick with my hands. I had never been naked in front of a woman.

Sheetal aunty laughed aloud and said, “Why are you hiding? Let me see your dick.” She forcibly removed my hands from over my dick. Looking at my fully erect dick, pointing at her, she said, “So cute. I feel like eating it all.” She took my dick in her hand and started caressing.

I said, “Aunty, I want to kiss you.” Sheetal aunty locked her lips with mine. We started kissing passionately. She started fondling her pussy. She released my lips after a while and said, “Oh God. I am getting wet down there.” I innocently asked, “Meaning?”

Aunty moved her fingers over the hole of my dick and said, “See, your precum has started coming out. In the same way, my pussy has started oozing with my precum. Now it’s time to have intercourse. She lay on her back, spreading her legs, and said, “Come in my legs. I will help you get inside me.”

I knelt between her legs. She raised her legs and said, “Bring your cock near my hole.” I shyly asked, “Aunty, I want to see your…” Aunty said, “Of course, I will show you.” She parted the skin and said, “Have a look.” I stared at her pink pussy. Looking at me intently, she said, “You want to feel it?”

Without answering, I moved my fingers in her crack. Feeling the wetness, I said, “It’s so silky.” After a few moments, Sheetal aunty said, “Please, darling, push your tool inside. I am dying to take you in.” She guided me inside her. Once inside, I pressed my dick deep inside her.

Sheetal aunty lifted her legs up and back and moaned, “Ah, feels so good to have you in. Now will you fuck me?” This was the first time she uttered filthy language. I started fucking her. She massaged her clit.

In five minutes, Sheetal aunty growled, “Darling, you have made cum. I have really come. Pound me, my lover.” I started giving her hard strokes. She pulled me down, pressing my chest over her boobs. She held me tight. After five more minutes, my dick started throbbing.

A gush of my cream started splashing inside her. I was ejaculating for a full two minutes. Sheetal aunty loosened her grip, put her legs down, and released a huge sigh. I pulled my dick out and dropped on her side.

Catching her breath, Sheetal aunty said, “Ankit, you did really well. I thought that you would spend it immediately. But you held on for a good ten minutes. You surely fucked like a pro. Mind-blowing.”

I asked her in a sleepy voice, “Tell me one thing. When Satish uncle was banging mom, why was he licking you down there?”

Sitting and resting her back on the headboard, she said, “He was mouth fucking me. His meat was inside Rekha. Looking at them both fucking, I got horny. So he kindled my clit. Women like their bikes kissed and licked. It’s fun. Now enough of your questions. Let’s go to Rekha’s room. They would be wondering what we were up to.”

We got up. When I was about to put on my boxers, Sheetal aunty said, “No need to put on clothes. Let’s walk in naked.” I said, “It’s okay with Satish uncle. But what about mom? How can I go naked in front of her?”

Sheetal aunty held my hand and said, “She must have seen you naked a hundred times as a kid. I have also seen you naked. The way I looked at you naked, as a man and not a nephew, let Rekha look at you as a man, not as a son. Come. Don’t feel shy.”

I held back and said, “How can I see Mom naked? I am her son.” Sheetal aunty said, “You ask too many questions. But see. You looked at me as a woman, not an aunty. Likewise, Rekha will see you as a man, a real grown-up handsome hunk and not as a son. I am with you, so don’t worry.”

To be continued

It was morning. We came out of the bedroom after my first ever fucking session of life. As we headed downstairs, I smelled the stale alcohol.

We found Roshan sleeping on the couch restlessly. The scattered liquor bottles lay all across the floor and table. He looked filthy and exhausted. His face was pale with pain.

Simran went straight to him and shook his shoulder to wake him up. “Roshan. Wake up.”

He shook himself and got awake; his eyes were wide and unfocused. Still in the night’s hangover, yet to be back in reality. When he saw Simran, his look changed to raw heartbreak.

He grabbed her hand and instantly started crying. A desperate, gasping cry of helplessness. His shoulders were shaking from his hard cry.

“Simran… I’m so sorry. I failed you… I failed us,” he said in a broken voice while crying out.

Simran’s voice was sharp. “What happened? Look at you, Roshan. What condition did you make of yourself?”

He only cried harder, unable to speak. Simran played the role of a damage control wife. She tried to settle him, stroking his hair, but her eyes, when they darted to me, were cold and commanding.

“Nikhil, go. Now. Your presence isn’t helping. I need to manage this.”

I didn’t hesitate. I quickly walked toward the door because I was absolutely unsure of how to react there.

Once I left, Simran’s voice, though low, carried absolute conviction. “It was a mutual arrangement, Roshan. It had to happen, baby. Why are you crying?”

His crying intensified. He hugged her and continued crying, resting on her shoulder. She then asked him if she should stop, as he was broken.

Roshan replied to her in almost a silent voice: “No… You should fulfil your needs. Just go, please.”

Simran leaned back, satisfied she had calmed him. She gently patted his chest “So, everything’s fine now, right, darling? We’re all good?” she asked him softly.

Roshan nodded weakly to her words. She bent down and left a cool kiss on his lips. Roshan drew back slightly. “What is that taste?” he asked, confused by the strange flavour.

Simran realised what it could be. She replied to him while laughing loudly and cruelly. “Taste? Oh my…It’s Nikhil’s cum. LOL!”

Roshan didn’t make a sound. He spat out and screamed helplessly in anger: “Eww! You Whore.”

Back at the office, it was Monday. Roshan was quiet, focused and utterly withdrawn, yet he treated me with a protective kindness. The boundary between boss and employee was fading and was replaced by our strange, shared secret that brought new shades to our every interaction.

This week, Roshan called me into his office. He looked apologetic, managing to convey personal regret. “Nikhil, look. What you did for me… I can never repay you. I want you. I want to give you a massive raise.”

He continued by spreading his hands in frustration. “But the truth is, the company’s finances are dead. And you’re still young. I can’t justify the title or the salary to the board right now.”

I replied, “That’s fine, Sir, I never asked for it.”

He made it seem as if the system was failing my loyalty. “I won’t let your talent be wasted because of my problems.” Roshan wanted to reward me, but his hands were tied.

Over the next eight to ten weeks, the dynamic changed completely. Roshan stopped being my direct boss in the traditional sense and became a dedicated mentor. Our conversations became frank.

He wasn’t just my boss; he was the man who had ordered me to sleep with his wife, and that dark shared secret somehow made me trust him, almost fatherly trust.

He began talking openly about my future, dedicating late evenings to ‘strategy sessions’ for my career.

“You need a place where your analytical skill set won’t be wasted by a lazy board,” he told me one night when I was in his home.

He used to try to assure me that he was seeing something good for me. “You have the hunger. I’ll make sure you get the reward you deserve, even if I can’t give it to you here.”

He spent hours pushing my resume, reviewing my past projects, and genuinely researching opportunities in other companies, too. He framed every failure to secure an interview as a personal fight against him by the corporate world.

During this time, the visits to Simran became frequent and urgent. The initial arrangement had sealed an intimacy between us. Simran was desperate. She used to call me at unpredictable hours and demand intense fucks.

Each time I was fucking Simran, I put them closer to my heart. It reinforced the reality that my loyalty, regardless of where I worked, was permanently tied to Roshan’s silent debt.

Roshan eventually focused his attention on Oriental Solutions, a powerful company in the same domain, known for aggressive growth. “Oriental needs a killer like you, Nikhil,” he suggested one afternoon.

He worked tirelessly, contacting old industry allies, leveraging favours for me, and smoothing the path for weeks. I saw him on the phone, heard his arguments, all dedicated to my placement.

I believed he was fighting my battles, paying his debt through sheer professional effort.

Then, three months after. It was an afternoon. Roshan called me into his office. Without saying a word, he slid a thick envelope across the desk.

“This is it, Nikhil. The position is Senior Analytical Strategist. It’s exactly the title you wanted,” he said.

I tore the envelope open. Inside was a formal offer letter from Oriental Solutions. The role, the compensation, the prestige. It was beyond what I could have achieved on my own for years. I
Stared at the logo, then at Roshan, utterly speechless.

“I did it for you, Nikhil. Now go build the career you deserve,” he said.

I was overwhelmed with pure gratitude and excitement. This was the reward. This was the payoff. I scooped up the letter, “Sir… I don’t know what to say. Thank you. This is…”

“Can I come with you home from the office? I need to show Simran this news. Right now.” I asked him in joy.

Roshan nodded, “Why not. She’s expecting you.”

That evening, we drove to his home, the offer letter clutched in my hand. Roshan opened the door with his keys. I headed to Simran’s room.

I knocked on the door, and Simran met me there, surprised to see me. She was wearing only the maxi.

Her eyes were lighted with an anticipation. “Kneel,” I ordered, tossing the letter onto the couch.

She hesitated for half a second, amazed at what had happened. She paused, just long enough for me to grab her hair and yank her down. “I said kneel.”

Her breath hitched, but she obeyed. She rested herself on her knees in front of me. Her fingers trembled on my pants as she undid my belt, her eyes searching for the reason behind this sudden hunger.

“Open,” I commanded her by gripping her jaw.

She did, her lips were parting just as I pulled out my cock, already hard, already leaking. I didn’t give her time to think. I thrust forward, pushing her lips until I hit the back of her throat.

She gagged, her eyes watering, but I didn’t stop. “Breathe through your nose today, and don’t fucking choke,” I instructed while pulling her hair.

I fucked her mouth like I owned it. Her moans were vibrating around me as I held her head in the right place, pushing my cock deeper and deeper.

I yelled at her while watching her struggle. ” Look at you! Such a good little slut. Taking my cock like you were made for it.”

She cried, her tongue rolling around cock when I pulled back just enough to let her breathe.

Then I shoved in again, deeper this time, making her choke. Tears streamed down her face, but she didn’t pull away.

“Good girl, now suck”, I praised.

She obeyed. Her mouth began working on me with desperate hunger. I let her take control for a few seconds, just to see how badly she wanted it.

I fucked her mouth until her lips were swollen, until her breath came in ragged gasps. Then I pulled out, leaving her panting.

“On the table,” I ordered her.

She didn’t argue. She climbed onto the polished wooden dining table, her ass was in the air, and her pussy was glowing with need. I didn’t waste time. I grabbed her ass and slammed into her pussy from behind, making her scream. “Fuck…Nikhil!”

I didn’t let her finish. My cock was hitting her so deep she could barely breathe because of the moans. “Tell me how much you love this,” I demanded.

She moaned, “I…I am loving it.”

“Louder,” I asked her.

“I LOVE IT! Fuck” she screamed as I drove into her harder.

I pulled out suddenly, flipping her onto her back and spreading her legs wide. Then I dropped to my knees, my mouth found her clit as my fingers slid inside her.

“Oh god, Nikhil!” she moaned.

I sucked, licked a bit. Then I stood, lifting her legs over my shoulders and pushing back into her pussy.

“Look at me,” I commanded.

Her eyes met mine, her lips had parted as I fucked her like this, deep, slow, and utterly dominant.
“Whose pussy is this?” I shouted.

“Yours,” she gasped.

“Whose cock do you want?” I asked again in erotic thoughts.

“Yours! only yours!” she replied.

I hit back by hitting my next thrust desperately. “Then take it.”

She did. She took every inch; her body was trembling as I brought her to the edge and pulled back at the last second.

“Please…Fuck. let me come!” She begged.

I leaned down and replied. “Beg.”

“Please. fuck me. Please, right now,” She begged again.

I spat on my hand and rubbed it over my cock before slamming back into her again. My thrusts were turning brutal. My fingers were digging into her thighs as I sent her over the edge.

Then, she came with a scream, and I followed soon after. My release hit me like a punch to the gut. I stayed inside her. My cock was shaking. Simran was panting. I leaned down and spoke while my lips brushed hers. “Good girl.”

“Again?” she stared at me.

I laughed as I was already hardening inside her again. “Oh, we’re just getting started.”

Her legs were still trembling; her pussy was shining with our combined arousal. I grabbed her thighs, yanking her to the edge of the table. Her ass was barely hanging on.

She gasped as I pushed back into her. This time, my cock was hitting spots that made her eyes roll back.

“Oh… ohh God…!” She moaned.

I didn’t let up. I fucked her hard; the table was shaking beneath us. And within a few minutes, my cock started pulsing deep inside her pussy, with each drop of my cum. We stayed like that for a moment. Our bodies were full of sweat.

That’s how I enjoyed my reward, taking what was mine, using her body, and leaving her utterly spent. And as I pulled out, my cum dripped from pussy. So fascinating to experience.

Next month, I will move to Oriental Solutions and quickly settle in, immediately putting my ambitious analytical mind to use. Months passed, and my contact with Roshan never broke; it simply shifted format.

Simran caught me completely in her world with her intense, reckless demands. Simultaneously, Roshan maintained his mentorship. But it was always assumed as casual checking-in, usually over a weekend drink or a short, unexpected call.

Roshan never asked for a file. He wanted my mind. About a month into the job, Oryntal was struggling to counter a strategic market move by Roshan’s firm. Once we were at a downtown bar.

After we talked about Simran and the risk of the arrangement, he casually steered the conversation to work. “So, how’s Oryntal planning to tackle my old firm? Just curious. Are they all focused on the numbers?” He asked.

I laughed. “Numbers? No, their focus is totally shortsighted. They’re banking on a quick market return, ignoring the long-term infrastructure investment needed.”

I detailed the flaw while feeling proud to share my high-level assessment. Roshan nodded, listening. The next week, his company exploited that exact vulnerability. I just thought Roshan was brilliant and lucky.

Later, after two quarters, I was put on a highly sensitive project concerning a potential acquisition target. Roshan invited me for lunch under the guise of warning me about a political pitfall at Oryntal.

As we ate, he brought up the merger. “I bet Oryntal is over-projecting the synergy savings, right? Every firm does. What’s the real, deep risk that’s buried in the fine print that they’ll miss?”

Driven by my desire to impress him with my intelligence, I quickly detailed the specific, hidden regulatory obstacle and the true cost of mitigation that Oryntal was overlooking. I felt like a genius sharing my secret observation.

Roshan never pushed. He just nudged me to talk, using the comfort of the affair and the trust of his mentorship to open my mouth. I started trusting him completely till that point, genuinely believing he was sacrificing his time to mentor me.

It was an evening at Roshan’s home, Roshan and I having a discussion on how it’s all unmanageable nowadays as Oriental is losing in many places. The projections and insights from the analysis team were not precisely effective.

“You’re overthinking. You’re good at this, Nikhil. Believe in yourself.” He dismissed all my doubts, but I couldn’t shake the feeling I was missing something critical.

When Roshan was asking something important, before I could respond, the door opened. Simran stood there. She was in her silk. “Enough talk,” she said.

Her eyes were shifting between me and Roshan. “Can’t you see how stressed he is?” she asked Roshan.

Roshan exhaled. “Simran…”

“Shut up,” she discarded Roshan’s words. Then she grabbed my wrist and yanked me to my feet.
She said, “You’re thinking too much. Let me fix that.”

I didn’t resist. I let her drag me toward the bedroom. The moment the door shut behind us, she pushed me onto the bed. Her fingers already began working at my belt.

“Forget all daily chaos, and enjoy my skills,” she commanded me.

“Simran!” I moan as she frees my cock from my underwear, her fingers wrapped around my dick.

“Shh,” she said, putting her hand on her lips. Then she leaned on me, her tongue was licking my jawline, and she spoke. “Just feel it.”

She didn’t waste time. She slipped to her knees, her mouth took the cock deep, and her tongue was circling the head of cock. My fingers were tangling in her hair as she sucked me hard. Her sobs were vibrating through me.

“Fuck! Simran, amazing. Ah!” I said while enjoying her moves.

She pulled back just enough to stare at me. “You’re still thinking, let go,” she teased.

I didn’t have a choice. She took me deeper. I let my hips jerk up as she gagged herself on my cock. “Fuck… you’re unreal…” I told her.

She pulled off and asked me when her hands replaced her mouth, stroking my dick faster. “Say it, tell me how this feels.”

I couldn’t form words. I could only moan as she leaned down, her tongue was flicking over my tip before she sucked me again, and I replied to her, “Where did you learn that? Fuck…”

Her palms slid between my legs to cup my balls. The tension in my body was unimaginable, and I cum. My own release hit me, my cock released in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop of it.

She licked her lips and climbed onto the bed beside me. “Better now?”
I exhaled, “Yeah.”

She laughed. Her fingers were tracing my chest. “Good. Now let’s see if I can make you forget your own name.”

Before I could respond, she straddled me, and her pussy was already wet. She sat down on my cock.
She began riding me; her tits were bouncing with every movement.

After a while, she leaned down, “You’re mine tonight, and I’m going to make sure you remember it.”

I didn’t have the energy to argue. I could only hold on as she fucked me; her body was moving, which made my vision blur. She was relentless that night, her sweet moans hit in my mind.

“Cum for me again, I want to feel you lose control,” she demanded in a broken voice while bouncing on cock.

After a minute, my cock was twitching inside pussy as I filled it. She collapsed onto my chest once we were both done. “Feeling relaxed now?”

I replied while I was rolling my fingers into her strand of hair. “Relaxed? You ruined me. Haha.”

She smiled. “Good. Now get some sleep. You’ve got a long day tomorrow.”

And we both fell into a deep sleep in the same position.

To be continued…
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Hello readers, aaj hum aapke liye ‘TMKOC: Sonu ne apne baap ka karza chukaya – Part 1’ ka agla part leke aaye hai. Umeed hai aapne pichla part padh liya hoga, aur usko padh kar aapko maza bhi aaya hoga.

Pichle part mein aapne padha ki Jethalal Bhide ke ghar apne udhaar diye hue paise lene jata hai. Wahan Sonu ka sexy jism dekh kar uski neeyat fisal jati hai. Jab Bhide Jethalal ko paise nahi de paata, to Jethalal usko apni beti chudwa kar karza chukane ka offer deta hai.

Bhide is offer ko seedhe-seedhe mana kar deta hai, aur Jethalal ko apne ghar se jaane ke liye kehta hai. Udhar Sonu bhi Jethalal ka ye offer sun leti hai. Woh sochti hai ki Jethalal se chud kar woh apne baap ka karz chuka sakti thi.

Sath hi sath paise kama kar aish bhi kar sakti thi. Fir woh Jethalal ke paas jaane ka decision leti hai. Ab aage-

Usi shaam Sonu apne baap se saheli ke ghar jaane ka jhooth bolti hai, aur nikal padti hai Jethalal ki dukan ki taraf. Aaj Jethalal dukan par akela hi baitha hua tha. Sonu uski dukan par shorts aur t-shirt pehan kar jati hai.

Shorts uske chootadon se bas thoda hi neeche hoti hai. Aur t-shirt mein uske boobs ki poori shape dikh rahi hoti hai. Jaise hi woh dukan mein enter karti hai, Jethalal usko dekh kar hairan ho jata hai. Woh pehle upar se leke neeche tak Sonu ke jism ko nihaarta hai, aur fir kehta hai-

Jethalal: Aao Sonu beti, kaise aana hua aaj dukan par?

Sonu: Aapka offer kheench laaya mujhe uncle ji.

Jethalal: Kon sa offer beti? Aaj to maine dukan par koi offer nahi lagaya hai.

Sonu: Dukan wala offer nahi uncle ji, woh offer jo aap papa ko ghar par deke aaye hai.

Ye sun kar Jethalal hairan ho jata hai. Lekin usko fir bhi doubt hota hai. Woh sochta hai, ki Bhide ne to usko mana kar diya tha. To ye Sonu ko uske offer ke baare mein kaise pata chala? Woh ek baar fir confirm karne ke liye anjaan banta hai.

Jethalal: Beti main abhi bhi nahi samjha.

Sonu: Papa ka karza chukane ka offer. Ek baar ke 30000 wala offer.

Jethalal: Acha! Ye Bhide ne bataya tumhe? Lekin mujhe to usne seedhe mana kar diya tha.

Sonu: Nahi, papa ne kuch nahi bataya mujhe. Aur main yahan aayi hu, ye bhi unko nahi pata. Jab aap offer de rahe the, tab maine room se sun liya tha.

Jethalal: Oh, theek hai. Acha to tum apni marzi se aayi ho.

Sonu: Ji.

Jethalal: To theek hai. Offer wahi hai jo tumne suna. Ek baar ke 30000. Aur chudai ke dauran koi naatak nahi chahiye. Ye nahi karna, woh nahi karna.

Sonu: Theek hai, Jetha ji. Lekin meri bhi kuch conditions hai.

Jethalal: Kya?

Sonu: Aap papa ko ye nahi bataoge ki unka karz main chuka rahi hu. Aap bas unko aur time doge, aur idhar har chudai ke badle karz mein se 25000 kam karte jaoge.

Jethalal: Tumhara matlab 30000.

Sonu: Nahi 25000. Baaki ke 5000 aap mujhe denge.

Jethalal: Oh, ok. Aise to tumhara karza chukta ho jayega. Fir jab Bhide paise dene aayega, tab kya karu?

Sonu: Woh paise aap mujhe denge. Aap poore paise lenge unse, lekin jab woh apne aap dene aaye.

Jethalal: Theek hai, done.

Sonu: Aap mujhe bata dena aapko kab karna hai.

Jethalal: Main free hu, to abhi aa jao.

Sonu: Theek hai.

Fir Jethalal dukan ka shutter neeche karta hai. Sonu ka hath pakad kar usko andar waale kamre mein leke jata hai. Andar jaate hi woh Sonu ko baahon mein bhar leta hai.

Aur uske hontho se apne honth chipka kar uske hontho ko choosne lagta hai. Sonu bhi Jethalal ka sath deti hai. Itne waqt baad ek jawan laundiya ke honth choos kar Jethalal ko alag hi maza aane lagta hai.

Woh honth chooste hue uske chootadon par hath leke jata hai, aur unko dabane lagta hai. Mast soft aur gol-gol chootad hath mein aate hi Jethalal ka lund ek-dum kadak ho jata hai. Sonu ko uske pet par mehsoos hone lagta hai.

Kuch der honth choosne ke baad Jethalal Sonu ki gardan choomne lagta hai. Fir woh uski t-shirt nikalwa deta hai. Sonu ne t-shirt ke neeche black bra pehni hoti hai, jisme uske boobs kasse hue mast lag rahe hote hai. Ye nazara dekh kar Jethalal ki aankhen chamak jati hai.

Jethalal Sonu ki cleavage mein muh maar kar usko choomne-chaatne lagta hai. Fir peeche hath le jaa kar uski bra khol kar usko nikaal deta hai. Isse Sonu ke mote boobs azaad ho jaate hai. Uske kasse hue boobs ko Jethalal jhat se daboch leta hai, aur ek-ek karke choosne lagta hai.

Woh itni zor se boobs choos raha hota hai, ki Sonu ki dard bhari siskiyan nikal rahi hoti hai. Woh Jethalal ko dheere karne ke liye kehna chaah rahi thi. Lekin Jethalal usko pehle hi nakhre naa karne ke liye keh chuka hota hai.

Jethalal Sonu ke nipples ko daanto se kheench-kheench kar kaat raha hota hai, jisse nipples laal ho jaate hai. Fir woh Sonu ko bistar par patak kar khud nanga ho jata hai. Jethalal ka mota, lamba, aur kaala lund dekh kar Sonu tension mein aa jati hai. Kyunki usne itna bada lund pehle nahi liya hota hai.

Fir Jetha Sonu ke upar aata hai, aur uska pet choomne lagta hai. Fir uski nabhi mein jeebh maarne lagta hai. Sonu kamuk aahen bhar rahi hoti hai. Fir woh neeche aake uski shorts nikaalta hai. Sonu ki black panty uski chut ke kaam-rass se pori tarah bheegi rehti hai.

Jethalal Sonu ki panty neeche karta hai, aur uski chut ka amrit-rass choosne lagta hai. Sonu pagal hone lagti hai. Aur ahh ahh karte hue Jethalal ka sar apni chut mein dabane lagti hai. Woh itni uttejit ho jati hai, ki choosne se hi paani chhodh deti hai.

Jethalal Sonu ki chut ka saara paani pee jata hai. Uske baad woh uski taangon ke beech aata hai, aur lund uski chut par set karta hai. Sonu bhagwan ka naam le rahi thi, ki usko dard kam ho.

Tabhi Jethalal uski chut mein zor ka dhakka maarta hai. Isse uska lund Sonu ki chut ko cheerta hua aadha andar chala jata hai. Sonu cheekhti hai, lekin Jethalal ek hath se uska muh band kar deta hai. Fir woh usko kehta hai-

Jethalal: Saali kya garam aur tight chut hai teri. Aaj to tujhe randi banaunga apni.

Ye bol kar Jethalal lund par pressure daalta hai, jisse woh poora lund Sonu ki chut faadta hua andar chala jata hai. Dard se Sonu tadapne lagti hai, aur uski aankhon se aansu aane lagte hai. Uski cheekhein Jethalal apne hath se dabaye hue hota hai.

Poora lund andar jaane ke baad Jethalal ek pal bhi intezaar nahi karta, aur ghacha-ghach Sonu ki chudai karne lagta hai. Dard ke maare Sonu behoshi ki haalat mein aa jati hai. Lekin jab woh behosh hone lagti hai, to Jethalal zor ke dhakke laga kar usko jaga deta hai.

Kuch der mein Sonu ki chut poori fatt jati hai, aur Jethalal ke lund ke hisaab se adjust ho jati hai. Ab usko maza aane lagta hai. Woh gaand utha-utha kar chudne lagti hai. Jethalal ye dekh leta hai, aur Sonu ka muh khol deta hai. Ab Sonu masti se ahh ahh karke chudne lagti hai.

Fir Jethalal uski chut se lund nikaalta hai, aur usko ghodi bana leta hai. Fir woh paas padi belt se uski gaand laal kar deta hai. Sonu cheekhein maarti hai, lekin mana nahi karti. Uske baad Jethalal peeche se Sonu ki chudai shuru karta hai.

Woh dono hatho se belt pakad kar Sonu ke muh ke aage karta hai, aur uska muh khol kar usme fassa deta hai. Fir woh peeche kheench kar chudai karne lagta hai.

Aadha ghanta kisi randi ki tarah Sonu ki chudai karke Jethalal uski gaand par apna maal nikaal deta hai. Sonu adhmari haalat mein hoti hai. Kuch der baad woh uthti hai, aur kapde pehanti hai. Jetha usko 5000 deta hai, aur uske baap ke karz mein se 25000 kaat deta hai.

Aise hi har baar Jethalal Sonu ko chod kar uska bura haal kar deta hai, aur Sonu apne baap ka karza chukta karti hai. Karza poora hone tak Sonu ki chut bhosda ban chuki hoti hai. Isliye Jethalal ka bhi usme zyada interest nahi rehta. Lekin tab tak Sonu khoob chudai ke paison se khoob aish karti hai.

The end.

Hello everyone. Now I have decided to share my sexual experience with a 27-year-old woman from my college. She was working in the admissions department.

This happened based on some foundation of an early friendly chat with this woman. After finishing 12th grade, I took a year off and returned to the US with my dad to continue tennis practice. I soon felt uncomfortable and decided to fly back to India.

I initially stayed at my grandmother’s house before moving to a luxurious 2BHK rental. During this time, I got into wildlife photography and started my pre-university education that summer.

My college choice made my dad happy, and he came to India to help with my admission. I remember entering the college’s large front office. It had sophisticated seating for parents and visitors. After a few minutes, a slim lady with a beautiful figure, attractive eyes, and a smiling face walked towards us.

We started the discussion for my admission process. After the talk, she stood up and turned back to bring the application form. It was the moment when my sexual feelings towards her started. After watching her wide, thick butt, for her figure, that part was more visible and attractive in other terms.

In the span of 2 weeks, I met her 4 times. I’m glad that she shared her personal number with us. I started to have conversations with her in calls and messages regarding my fee payment. It was a bit of a lengthy process because of the currency exchange and all.

Apart from that, I accidentally met her in a supermarket near my locality. I confirmed her residence, which was close to mine. It’s been almost 3 months since I started going to college. Our friendship grew fast up to the level of exchanging food and going to movies.

On the other hand, my sexual desire for her was getting high. It was the last week of September. We had the midterm lab examination in the first half of the day. It was followed by a small function in the afternoon.

The last exams before the vacation are hard ones psychologically. Hence, due to the lack of preparation for the exam, I arrived 2 and a half hours early. I was in college at 7:30 am so that I could prepare myself. I went straight up to the 4th-floor classrooms.

They are peaceful and beautiful, with a balcony for all classrooms, and they include a seminar hall as well. I went out to the balcony and started to memorise the experiment procedures. And a few minutes later, I heard some noise like someone had entered, but I didn’t give much attention to that. Later, I went on to see because my curiosity wasn’t letting me stay. As soon as I peeped towards the classroom from the balcony, I was in total shock.

A lady was sitting on a bench with her right leg raised, where her milky, tubular thighs were exposed. After recognising her black kitten heel shoe, I confirmed that it was Nandini. Nandini is an attractive lady. Her smile, eyebrows, face, and body posture contribute to making her so attractive.

Even though she was friendly with everyone, she is also a serious and strict working lady. She was 29 years old when I dated her. She was about to get engaged in the forthcoming months.

Nandini is a 5.6-foot lady with a neutral white skin tone. She has long, slim arms, a curvaceous, thick and wide pear-shaped butt, and thick thighs too. She has a stat of about 32C-28-36. This figure raises eyebrows, but in reality, she had an awesome box-shaped figure.

To elevate her beauty, she wears dark-colored kitten heel shoes and sandals all the time. These highlight her walking posture.

Jumping into the scene. As I peeped into the classroom, it took a few minutes to recognise that it was Nandini. I was surprised to see her there and half-naked. I stood there to observe. She started to do some movements with her right hand.
I was wondering if she is fingering her pussy.

As soon as I had that in my mind, she let out a low, moaning voice. Suddenly, she removed her shirt, her top, and her bra. I was stunned by her boldness and how daring she was. I enjoyed the show. Finally, I decided to have self-pleasure by stroking my cock.

It was already hard enough, about 6 inches and nearly 2 inches of girth. I was totally in heaven, enjoying her beauty and hotness by stroking my cock. Suddenly, she turned back, and we both were frightened. For a few seconds, we were still.

Nandini, in a low voice, urged, “How come you’re here? What the hell are you doing?”

I just smiled. Maintaining eye contact, I just went towards her with my rock-hard dick and sat next to her. She was too tense; I could feel her breath, and her face was totally red and partially covered with sweat. Then slowly I started to stare at her lips and her eyes. She broke the silence and said, “What?”

I just placed my right hand on her inner thighs. I said, “The circumstance made by god for me to warm up my manhood by watching the hotness to pleasure your womanhood.” By saying that, I just swiped up my index and middle finger from the bottom of her pussy upwards. I tasted her hot cunt.

She instantly left a satisfied expression. It was the time when she decided to finish it off in the proper manner. Then she touched my left cheek. While we were staring at each other, we locked our lips and started to kiss and play with our tongues.

Meanwhile, I squeezed her left boobs hard. She bit my lips and started to feel her wet pussy. In no time, initiated fingering her pussy with both middle and ring fingers. This went on for a couple of minutes. While squirting, her body portrayed the satisfaction she had.

She squirted a lot and was a bit tired and said, “Vicky, come on fuck me now, I can’t leave it till here.”

Me: Are you sure you want to do it now and here? Because I have my lab exam at 10 am.

Nandini: Not here, dumbo! Give me a minute, and I will wear my top and leggings. I will go to the backstage room of the seminar hall from the balcony itself. Fuck your lab exam, I want that dick in my pussy, and I want you to tear my pussy.

We both hurried up, and in a few minutes, we were in the backstage room. She closed the door and window, and I got naked. While she was undressing, she even tore her leggings and pushed me to sit on the chair. She knelt and started to suck my balls.

The backstage room was a pretty big room. There were guest chairs with tables, sound systems, speakers, microphones, supporting tables, and some decorations like carpets, covers, and many more. The way Nandini sucked my balls whilst stroking my dick in her right hand was heaven.

I was lost. She was well experienced in playing or dancing with her tongue on the dick. A few minutes later, after the blowjob, she drenched my dick in her saliva and her boobs too. Now it was my time. She sat on the supporting table and wrapped her legs around me.

She had a short lip kiss and made her lie back on the table. I just took some of her cum and wiped it on my dick and started to rub my tool all over her pussy.
She started to moan about that. I was licked, man! This lady is so horny, and I was short of words at that moment.

I gripped her waist as she spread her legs wide. I slowly pushed my dick centimetre by centimetre into her pussy. It was too tight and too warm. I guess it was her first time! I don’t know! The pain she was experiencing was easily visible in her face, and she was moaning.

As soon as I entered her pussy I rested for a minute. She opened her eyes and said You and your dick are so perfect for us. Then the motion started, and the pleasure cycle started for both of us. Up to a few initial minutes, I was a bit slow and composed. After she got adapted, I started to ride her a bit fast.

Soon, the whole room got filled with the clapping of thighs and soft moans. Then we changed the position to cowgirl as she purposefully wanted to ride me. I slept on the table, and she came on me and started riding facing me. The view was filled with her lusty and pleasurable expression.

I was riding deep into her pussy, her dominating face, her thick thighs, her boobs dancing. The clapping sound generated by her ass and my thighs was a symphony for us. We next changed into a reverse standing position.

I went behind her while she was standing wide and bent forward on the chair or table. The view of her wide, thick ass makes any man fuck her harder even though he has cum. Also, her back view, while she is in the black kitten heels, is an amazing combination.

I rubbed my dick in between her ass cheeks a few times. I gradually entered her pussy. The sounds and the depth I went made us both reach the peak of our lust. We continued the same for 15 minutes. During that time, she was about to squirt, so I kept on fucking her.

She started to leak massively. It was my time to gift her favourite hot natural juice. We switched to mouth fucking and I released a massive load into her mouth, which she drank within no time.

She gave me a light stroke to my dick and cleaned. We rested on the chair in a face-off position and had a few kisses, and I got dressed up.

Me: Nandini, you are such a hungry lady for sex, my god, and your beauty is gold. By the way, why did you come so early to college?

Nandini: I came straight from my native to college. There, I could not get that privacy to pleasure myself, so I thought here it would be the best, and it turned out to be the best moment of my life. Thank you, Vicky, for giving me and sharing the best moment of our lives.

We hugged each other, and I rushed to the washroom, got a bit tidy, and went to my lab exam. That’s all about my first sex experience with Nandini. After this incident, she was a bit hesitant to face me. But somehow, we patched up and started to have frequent sex and naked romance during weekends.

Also, she helped me a lot in recommending me to her closest friend, who was craving sex. I was loyal to them, and we both respected our privacy. We still occasionally meet and have sex. Now she is happily married, and she is the best mother to her son and the best naughty wife to her husband.

Finally, I thank all my readers who invested their precious time in reading about my wonderful sex experience with Nandini. You can email me to share your feelings and comments. If you want to know more about our sex and her recommended ladies, you can email me at [email protected].

Hello everyone, I am your host. I have received a few overwhelming responses that keep the writer’s hopes high. Thank you, and sorry for being late with the next part.

For those who have not read the previous part, please read it first (link at the top).

Now, without further delay, let’s begin with the other part in continuation.

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After our last play and at that time, I was a horny teenager (I am a little fair, you can say wheatish, and she is a bit on the browner side, though that does not reduce my want for making love. I could make love to her anytime she let me) in a small city, Lucknow.

Whenever I had to move out of the house, I always had reminiscences of the previous happenings. Her torso above the navel was flashing before my eyes frequently, and it was hard to concentrate. Things could have been even worse if she had let me loosen the knot of her salwar.

Alas! My bad luck.

We had a few more torso sessions where I would maul those dark brown nips and manhandle her boobies. I started feeling as if I owned her. And though initially, she drove me towards her body, now I would often play with her as per my wish whenever I wanted and had the opportunity to do so.

All of a sudden, one night, we were sleeping together (we had the liberty of being innocent teenagers), I tried opening her knot, and I did not see any resistance from her side. As I succeeded in opening it, though she had a different way of tying the knot, it took me around 2 or 3 minutes to do so.

As you all know, at night, generally, the lights are also off. And, being in an Indian family, generally, doors are also unlocked. As soon as I succeeded in opening the knot, I slid her light green salwar slowly (I guess light green used to be her favorite because she had many light green clothes).

My further hurdle, her panties took no time to slide down. Finally, the most precious part of her body lay exposed before my view. Though I could not see it properly due to no lights on, still, as I touched it with my finger, I felt like I should taste it and I should start my worship by kissing it.

Back in my mind, many thoughts were running. And I had only seen a little porn – maybe two or three porn movies on DVD and a few photos.

I was highly tempted, so I kissed her upper part of the pussy. And then, I slowly moved out my tongue. As my tongue slid inside her, I could taste her juices. It felt like I was tasting something like mucus, but it was different.

I could keep lapping up her nectar for ages. She did not raise a single voice from her mouth and slowly had her orgasm. Wrapping up the night, we both rectified our clothes and drifted off to sleep.

I even love her now and get an erection when I think of previous incidents.

Groping and smooching were a daily routine. We would sneak out opportunities to fondle each other. We had grown bolder with each other. And I liked the taste her body gave me – her saliva, her cunt juices, her navel.

She was delicious, but she had to go to the village for some time as she was far from family, and maybe she came back after a week. It was regular for us now to steal chances to fondle each other.

Now, one fine day, we knew we had to depart as her marriage was fixed. She was taking things one step at a time, slowly, because I was not aware of the precautions and she never told me. I don’t know for her, but for me, it was only sexual because, being distantly related, we could never get into any sort of marriage or any relationship in the long term.

I never knew what she had in mind because I never asked her, but what I knew was that her shapely ass was soft and somewhat like a cushion, better than her titties. Spanking and caressing her contours used to give me nice mental satisfaction. I just loved manhandling her. I had given her a lick three or four times down there, but she happened to only kiss and lie down below me.

Her marriage days were slowly numbered to around three or four months, and that is when my friend in the village, Bipin, met me. We had discussions on sex, and I came to know that he had already had sex with a few girls in the village, though I now think that he used to boast more than the truth. He told me she, along with her other sisters, was also on that list.

He tipped me regarding other girls with bombshell figures; they were all raw village beauties, and many men had their eyes on them. Now that fired me up and led me to set my eyes on her other three younger sisters. Believe me, they had more amazing bodies than her sister; two had a figure that one could savor the entire night, as well as dream about other bomb figures in the village.

Village beauties were raw and shapely with the right amount of fat accumulated around the right places; they were all curvy as well. The only thing that I was worried about was that they were all above my age, so it could be a task to convince them. Or maybe I would have to be cunning and find my way through, which definitely could be a little tricky. However, the reward could be great. Risk-reward ratio was fair enough to be taken.

My other friend, who is now no more, died due to an illness. He told me, “We all fucked many of the village girls… and once you get their panties wet, they’re willing to come back for more. Just try not to get them pregnant.”

I had started daydreaming about all the humongous and beautiful tits and asses. I wanted to know what texture and feel those would give, and how I could ravish these beauties.

I don’t know how, but Mohini came to know something of my conversation with my friend Bipin (I later came to know that Bipin tried to grope her, which she did not like, and she thought I had told him about our encounter, though that was somewhat true, but she did not expect), and was pissed with me. She stopped talking normally and was kind of angry, like girlfriends do with their boyfriends.

I wasn’t concerned about that; I knew I could have her wriggling under me as soon as we reached Lucknow. I was given a hint of the bounty, but now I wanted to savor the entire treasure and dive deep into ecstasy… stay tuned to find out what happened next.

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Please read the ‘Sex and Family Story Series’ before reading this story.

“Are you serious, Ammi? Do you think he will stop for one time? He is like an animal that is tasting blood and will keep coming, asking for more and more,” Ayesha said with a shaky voice.

“Tell me what to do. If I stop him now, he will come to you. I don’t want him to come anywhere near you. I want to keep the sanctity of sister-brother intact. My life was ruined when your chacha took me, and I fell foolishly for Rajesh’s charms yesterday. It’s my destiny,” Mumtaz said.

Staring at her son, she asked, “Do you want to fuck Ammi?” He nodded, and she said, “Ok, go ahead and do whatever you want with my body.” Mumtaz gave the green signal to her son. She kept staring at him nervously, waiting for his next move.

Abdul’s joy knew no bounds; he lifted his hips and tried to penetrate his mother. But he was stabbing her in the wrong places and was not hitting the mark, which showed that he was still inexperienced. Mumtaz quietly watched her son trying to penetrate her, but was unable to enter her.

Abdul was eager to enter his mother’s but was failing miserably. Seeing the failure, Abdul took his right hand down to his cock, holding it, he tried to push it inside his mother’s pussy. Again, he failed. He looked nervous and was sweating a lot. I was thinking that he may ejaculate before he enters his mother.

“Take out your hand, Abdul. I will guide you,” Mumtaz said, trying to take control of the situation. Abdul took his hand off his cock, and Mumtaz held it in her right hand and tried to position it at her opening. But Abdul, who was in a hurry to fuck her, pushed his cock before his mother aligned it properly.

Mumtaz tried many times to guide her son’s cock to her pussy hole but was failing miserably. Abdul was pushing his cock like a street dog trying to mount a bitch from behind. I saw his cock losing its hardness. Mumtaz’s numerous attempts were in vain.

“Can’t you wait for a second, idiot? Why are you in such a hurry? Calm down, I will help you to enter me, beta,” Mumtaz said, holding the cock tip, trying to bring it to her hole, and the idiot pushed his cock down. Mumtaz’s hand slipped from the cock, and another failed attempt.

Mumtaz was getting irritated at her son’s urgent behaviour. She turned to her daughter and said,” Abdul is not allowing me to guide him. Will you please help him, Aishu?”

“What, no way I am going to hold his dick, Ammi,” Ayesha said firmly.

“Please understand the situation, beti. He will lose his self-confidence if he cums without penetrating. Just this once, help your brother for me, Ayesha,” Mumtaz asked her daughter’s help with a strained tone.

Ayesha looked at me and then at her worried mother. Grumbling, she kneeled before her brother, tapped on his back, and said,” Raise your ass, mother fucker.”

Abdul obliged her, and Ayesha held his cock and said,” He has gone soft, Ammi.”

“Oh no. Ayesha is saying that you are soft. Shall we do it some other time, beta?” Mumtaz asked her son, trying to get him off her.

“No, I want to fuck you now. Didi is lying, my lund is still hard,” Abdul said defiantly.

“I am holding your godamn prick and I know it’s flaccid, idiot. How many dicks have I seen?” Ayesha said, laughing at her brother’s expense.

“Ah, yes, I know how many cocks have drilled your choot bitch. That’s why I want to fuck you, not Ammi, randi,” Abdul said, raising his temper.

“You can’t fuck Ammi’s used choot, how will you fuck my tight one, madarchod?” Ayesha said angrily and pulled his cock hard, and he winced in pain.

“Will you both stop quarrelling? Ayesha, jerk his lund. He will get hard in a few seconds, as he is still 19 years old. He might have lost his erection due to over-anxiety. Please help him for my sake,” Mumtaz pleaded with her daughter.

I wondered, is Mumtaz more eager to get fucked or her son? Ayesha tugged her brother’s cock for a few seconds like a milkman milking the cow’s udder. I saw her frowning when the cock was not getting hard. She spat her saliva on her left palm and switched her hand on the cock.

Now she had lubrication to jerk her brother, and I saw her hand moving up and down the cock. But the result was the same. I wanted to assist her. I took her right hand, greased her palm with my cock’s pre-cum, which was flowing freely. I was excited to see the mother and son committing incest.

Ayesha got the hint and rubbed my cum on her palm. She took her hand to her pussy, smeared her fingers with her own juices, and her palm was greasy with both our juices.

Ayesha took her well-lubricated hand to her brother’s cock, and began jerking it with rapid speed. Abdul was groaning loudly as his sister masturbated him like an experienced porn-star. To her surprise, he was getting his erection back. Ayesha didn’t stop till he was fully erect.

“Ammi, he is ready. But are you ready to take him?” Ayesha asked her mother.

Mumtaz nodded silently and got ready for the onslaught from her son. I was curious to see how Abdul was going to perform with his mother. Ayesha was showing no emotions as she held her brother’s cock tip at her mother’s pussy opening.

Abdul, who was in a hurry to conquer his mother, dropped his hips down, and his cock slid against Mumtaz’s slit and landed flat like a plane on a runway. He yet again missed the target. Ayesha’s right hand was struck between their bodies and she was in a fit of anger.

Mumtaz sighed at her son’s incapability to penetrate her in-spite of helping him many times.

Ayesha hit her brother on his back with her free hand and said,” Can’t you wait and go in, Ammi, slowly bastard?”

“Sorry, Didi,” Abdul said meekly.

“Don’t worry, beta. Didi will hold properly. When she says ‘push, ‘you slowly push your lund inside me—slowly, very slowly. There is no hurry. Take your time. But if you miss this time, I will get up and go,” Mumtaz said to her son, and he nodded.

Seeing Abdul raising his hips yet again, I got into the act to help the family. Crouching on the bed, I slid my right hand between Mumtaz’s and her son’s bodies and opened Mumtaz’s pussy lips wide, taking care that the back of my hand was not touching Abdul’s cockhead.

Ayesha, looking at me, nodded for my help. She pointed her brother’s cockhead at her mother’s pussy hole and said,” Now push. Enter Ammi slowly and don’t hurry up like last time. This is your last chance, mother fucker.”

I saw Abdul lowering his hips slowly. His cock tip entered Mumtaz’s hole slowly, parting her pussy lips. He entered his mother inch by inch, and half of his cock was inside Mumtaz now. I took my hand from Mumtaz’s pussy and sat on the bed.

Ayesha, who had gripped her brother’s cock with her palm grip, took it off and held his cock at the base with two fingers, taking care that he didn’t slip out of her mother. Sensing his cock was in his mother’s warm pussy, grunting, Abdul pushed his body down, penetrating Mumtaz fully.

Ayesha quickly retreated his hand from his cock, seeing her brother finally conquering her mother.

Mumtaz moaned and said,” Finally, you did it, beta. I can feel you inside me. You have entered from where you came 19 years back. Are you happy now?”

Abdul, who had kept his hands on the bed till now, came onto Mumtaz’s breasts. He had gripped his mother’s big breasts for support and was trying to push in more inside her.

Mumtaz, wiping the sweat from his face, said, “Relax, beta. Your lund is fully inside me. How much more do you want to go inside me? Relax and stay still for a few seconds, and feel your cock throbbing inside your Ammi. After you feel confident, start moving your lund in and out and fuck Ammi, beta.”

Abdul, nodding, gripped his mother’s breasts hard and crushed them. I saw Ayesha pulling her unhooked jeans and removing them along with her panties, and she was bottomless. As I was wondering what she was up to, she came and sat on my thighs.

Holding my cock, she said, “I am aroused seeing my brother struggling to take my mother. I need relief, Rajesh.”

“Be my guest. Even I am horny. I would have fucked your mother pushing your brother, but controlled myself,” I said as Ayesha raised her ass off my thighs and lined my cock tip at her cunt.

Ayesha slowly dropped her weight down, taking my thick cock inside her effortlessly. She started to hop on my cock up and down, riding me. Her shirt had fallen, covering her breasts. I lifted it, took her right nipple in my mouth and started to suck it.

But it was not easy as she was moving up and down very fast, not allowing her to suck her pointy nipple properly. I dug my teeth into her breast flesh, not allowing her breast to escape from my mouth as she hopped on my cock. It was wild fucking Ayesha as her brother fucked her mother.

Abdul saw his sister riding me. He pulled his hips up, took the cock out and reentered his mother using all his force. Mumtaz groaned as Abdul pushed his cock all the way inside her. She regained her composure and just stared at her son’s face as his cock moved in and out of her.

Later, her eyes went down to their union and saw her son’s cock plundering her pussy. Abdul was not holding his mother’s breasts but was resting his palms on them and was using them as support, leaving half of his body weight on the spongy breasts.

I knew Mumtaz was in pain as her son hammered her, crushing her big breasts. Ayesha was not minding me biting her firm breasts and was busy humping me, but her eyes were on her brother, who was taking her mother roughly. But Abdul’s joy lasted only for one minute.

“Ammi, I am cumming.” Abdul screamed and fell on top of his mother.

“What happened, Ammi? Ayesha asked her mother.

Mumtaz smiled meekly and replied,” Abdul ejaculated inside me.”

“What, so soon. I can’t believe it,” Ayesha said, laughing at her brother’s premature ejaculation.

“Thank God that he came inside me. He had the luxury of fucking me for a few seconds. He would have been devastated if he had come outside when he was trying to penetrate me,” Mumtaz said with a faint smile. Caressing her son’s hair, she asked him,” Are you satisfied, beta?”

Abdul leaned back from his mother’s warm body and was kneeling between her thighs. His cock was flaccid, popping out of her pussy and was resting on her slit. Seeing his tiny trickle of semen seeping out of his mother’s cunt, Abdul said,” Very much, Ammi. I was excited and came early. Next time, I will last longer.”

Mumtaz said sternly,” I said only once, and that’s over. No second time, Abdul.”

“Then I will ask Didi’s help,” Abdul said, looking at his sister who was riding me.

Ayesha stopped humping and said,” See, that’s why I told you not to encourage him.”

“He said that he will tell your grandpa about you and me. You know what will happen if your Grandpa hear about us. I hate to think about it,” Mumtaz said.

“Bloody mother fucker,” Ayesha said angrily.

“Yes, I am a mother fucker and want to be a sister fucker, Didi,” Abdul said, grinning.

“I will strangle you when you are sleeping if you tell Grandpa about us,” Ayesha said and hit Abdul on his head.

“Give me a chance and I will prove that I am a better fucker than Rajesh,” Abdul said, escaping from her hitting.

“You lousy one-minute wonder. You will cum outside, let alone enter me. See how Rajesh is hard for one hour,” Ayesha pulls her brother’s hair.

“Stop quarrelling. I will go to the bathroom and behave myself till I come back,” said Mumtaz, getting off the bed and walking to the attached bathroom with shaky legs.

Ayesha started humping my cock. I was still holding her breast in my mouth. Abdul wiped his cock clean and saw my mouth on his sister’s breast. “Shall I suck your tits, Didi?” Abdul asked his sister.

“You didn’t suck Ammi’s when you had the chance. Why do you want to suck mine? They are small compared to hers,” Ayesha said.

“I am feeling jealous seeing Rajesh sucking. Please let me suck the other one, Didi,” Abdul said, pleading with his sister.

“Ok, but on one condition. You can suck till Ammi comes out of the bathroom, and you should get your dick hard. No matter what you do, your dick should be erect before she comes out. I don’t want her to see you sucking my boob. She will get mad at both of us,” Ayesha said, agreeing to her brother’s pervert wish.

I wondered what Ayesha was up to. Abdul didn’t waste a second, latched on to his sister’s free left nipple. He opened his mouth wide and took her small breast almost into his mouth. Ayesha looked down at her brother, trying to gobble her entire breast in his mouth.

Both her breasts were being sucked, one by me and the other by her brother. I saw Abdul’s hand on his cock and jerking it furiously to get it erect before his mother came out of the bathroom, as his sister had ordered. Ayesha had slumped her ass down on my thighs with my cock embedded fully inside her.

I sucked her breast tenderly, licking the areolas, wetting them with saliva. But Abdul was going hard on her soft breast skin, and I saw his teeth marks in some places. Ayesha was holding our heads and breastfeeding both of us. Time flew, and we heard the bathroom door open.

Ayesha quickly pushed her brother away from her breast, and he sat on the bed, acting as if nothing had happened.

“See, Didi, I am hard. What should I do now?” Abdul said with joy.

Ayesha and I looked at his crotch and were amused to see his cock hard. He was still jerking. Mumtaz climbed the bed and sat beside us. She had cleaned her cunt, which was filled with her son’s semen.

Ayesha looked at her brother and then at her mother. I knew she had a wicked idea running in her mind right now. It happened as I expected.

“Ammi, Abdul wants to fuck me. He has got his lund erect and is pressuring me. What should I do?” Ayesha said acting.

“Ya Allah. This is getting out of hand. Abdul, go to your room and masturbate there. I already said that you can’t use Ayesha as a sex toy,” Mumtaz said, staring at her son’s erect cock.

“Didi said that I am a lousy fucker. I want to fuck her and prove her wrong. I know I came early with you. But with her, I will last longer than Rajesh,” Abdul said, eager to prove himself.

“So you want to prove yourself. You don’t need your sister for that. You can prove it to me. Let me see how my son performs this time,” Mumtaz said, getting laid on the bed, spreading her legs wide, inviting her son.

Abdul looked at his mother lying on the bed, eagle spread like a wanton bitch. “No, not like this, Ammi. I will cum early again if I keep seeing your face and remind me that I am fucking my mother.”

“Ok, tell me what I should do. Should I wear a hijab?” Mumtaz said, trying to cover her face with her saree.

“No, not like this, Ammi,” said Abdul, holding his mother’s hips and flipping her over so that she was lying on her front with her back facing the ceiling.

I looked at Abdul, wondering what he was up to, but Ayesha had whispered to her brother what to do. Keeping his hand under his mother’s tummy, Abdul raised Mumtaz’s ass high up in the air.

Releasing that her son wanted to take her back, Mumtaz voluntarily raised her buttocks, resting her knees and arms on the bed, and got into perfect doggy position in a second. She was really a submissive whore, easily agreeing to her son’s demands.

She pushed her buttocks back at Abdul, signalling that she was ready. Ayesha and I saw Abdul pointing his cockhead at Mumtaz’s wrinkled ass hole, and Ayesha was worried.

“Not in her back hole, bastard. Aim at her choot,” Ayesha hissed at her brother.

“I know Didi. Ammi’s choot is loose. Her ass will be tight and I will enjoy it more,” Abdul said, trying to push his circumcised cock at Mumtaz’s back hole.

“I said stop, bastard. You will hurt her,” Ayesha tried to push him away.

“Let him do whatever he wants, Ayesha. He thinks of me as a slut, not as his Ammi,” Mumtaz said, keeping her face down on the bed, waiting for her son to take any of her hole.

Abdul, holding his cock pushed his cock tip to penetrate his mother, but he was not successful, as Mumtaz’s body was rigid. I thought of educating the novice fucker, and this was the first time I spoke with Abdul.

“Abdul, finger her ass and loosen her a bit. Use saliva on your fingers and push your forefinger inside her first, later insert your middle finger and then your cock,” I educated Abdul.

“You men are all the same. How can you help that bastard to fuck Ammi’s ass hole?” Ayesha said angrily to me.

“Chill. Yesterday I helped Mathew to fuck his mother in the ass, and Nancy Aunty loved it. Even your mother may like it. Trust me,” I said calmly.

But Ayesha was not listening to me, but was seeing her brother working on her mother’s ass hole and inserting his finger inside it. One knuckle went in Mumtaz’s back opening, and she clenched her teeth as her son’s finger invaded her ass.

Abdul didn’t give his mother time to relax, pushing his finger forcefully till all three knuckles were buried in her ass. He moved his finger in and out a few times, and Mumtaz’s wrinkled ass hole loosened up a bit. She was looking relaxed as her son finger fucked her virgin ass hole.

I thought he was going to pull out his forefinger and insert his middle finger as I told him. But that bastard inserted his thick middle finger along with his forefinger and rotated both his fingers inside his mother’s ass. Finally, Mumtaz’s ass hole opened up wide and he finger fucked her for a few seconds.

Mumtaz was silently bearing the onslaught of her son’s fingers on her tight ass hole. Ayesha was watching her brother finger fucking her mother keenly. Abdul got into the act quickly. He kneeled before Mumtaz’s ass, holding his cock in his left hand, lining it up at his mother’s ass.

He pulled out his right-hand fingers and pushed his cock inside her back hole. Abdul’s cock disappeared in his mother’s ass, and he was holding her hips tightly, not allowing her to fall, keeping his cock buried in her ass.

“Are you fully inside, beta?” Mumtaz shouted, looking back at her son. She looked tired and sweaty, but she had a satisfied look on her face. I knew she was enjoying it, as I expected.

“Yes, Ammi. It feels so heavenly to feel your tight ass around my cock,” Abdul said, beaming with pride.

“Ok, fuck it as much as you can and dump your incest lust in it,” Mumtaz said to her son with a weak smile.

Ayesha watched her mother encouraging her brother to use her ass as he likes. She turned to me and asked,” Doesn’t it hurt. I think Ammi is enjoying it.”

“Do you want to try?” I asked her.

“No, Baba, not with you. Maybe I will try with Mathew first, as he has a small dick. I will try with you later,” Ayesha said.

“Shall I ask Mathew to come over? He will be here in 2 minutes,” I said jokingly, thinking she would refuse.

Ayesha thought for a few seconds and shot back,” What the hell. Call him and ask him to come over. I want to see what it feels like to have a dick in the ass.”

I was taken aback at her suggestion. To chide her, I said, ”When Mathew takes your ass, I will fuck your pussy. It will be a perfect threesome.”

“What. Do you think I can take 2 cocks in both my holes? What will you do if I faint or worse, die?” Ayesha asked, still pondering about the wild DP fuck.

“Don’t worry about that. I will guide Mathew just like I guided your brother. I will take your pussy only if you are comfortable,” I said, reassuring her.

Ayesha didn’t waste a second and replied quickly,” Ok, bring it on. I want to see how it feels to have both pussy and ass fucked simultaneously. But first Mathew’s small cock in the ass and later yours.”

“Will you take my cock in your ass, Ayesha?” I asked her.

“Why not. Let Mathew loosen up my ass with his small dick, and I will take your thick cock. I want your cock to plunder both my pussy and ass so that you won’t go back to your Aunties. I want you to be only mine,” Ayesha said.

She was kissing and picking up her mobile, calling Mathew and asking him to come over to her house. Remember, Mathew is her boyfriend, not me. We heard Mumtaz moaning and turned to her.

Abdul was fucking his mother in her ass, and she was reciprocating by pushing her plump ass back at him. Mumtaz’s hanging breasts were swaying wildly when her son’s tummy was hitting her fleshy buttocks as he pushed his cock deep inside her ass.

Both the mother and son were drenched in sweat and were lost in their own world.

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“Fuck! YES! TAKE IT!”

My cock is throbbing in my grip as I am fucking with my own fist. My free hand is tearing sheets as my body is arching off the bed, every muscle locked in animalistic tension.

“SIMRAN, Fuck. You’re such a Dirty whore!” I explode out cum. My cock is pulsing, thick ropes of cum are spraying across my stomach.

“Goddamn it. Simran. Ah!”

I collapsed back, my body trembling, my skin slick with sweat. My hand was coated in my release, my chest heaving like I’d just run a marathon.

Whoa… readers, in my bedroom. You here? Hey. I know what you’re thinking. You want to know who this Simran is, right?

This… is my boss’s wife. I just cum like a fucking animal for her, screaming the name of my boss’s wife while jerking off like a goddamn madman. But what if I tell you I didn’t just fantasise about her? I fucked her in reality.

And my boss? He knew that. Strange, right? Almost unbelievable. But life… life is twisted. And what happened with me, Roshan, and Simran was stranger than any fiction.

So, let’s rewind how it all began.

I am Nikhil, 27 years old. I am full of energy and ambition, but I am clueless about how corporate life will shape me. After graduation, I got placed in a reputed company. It is one of those firms where you dress neatly, talk politely, and pray your boss isn’t a monster.

Turns out, my boss was Roshan. And he was nothing like the distorted people warned me about. He wasn’t loud, wasn’t insecure, didn’t waste time in fake shouting to assert authority. Roshan was sharp. A real leader.

Tall, broad-shouldered, always in crisp shirts, the kind of man whose presence made people straighten their backs. But more than that, he was knowledgeable. He spoke with authority, whether it was business, economics, or politics. You just knew, he read, he thought, he lived fully.

At first, I was just another face on his team—quiet, eager to learn, working late hours to prove myself. But then something small changed the equation. One afternoon, I was scrolling through news articles on my phone during lunch. That’s when his voice came from behind me.

“That’s twisted news. The reality is much more complicated than what they show you,” Roshan said. I stood, almost embarrassed. But he sat down casually, picked up my phone, and started explaining the actual context. In ten minutes, he broke down international politics in a way no article ever could.

I was impressed. That was the first moment I remember that began forming my bond with him. From that day, our bond started. Whenever I read something interesting, I’d bring it up.

And Roshan would engage. We spoke about global markets, defence deals, historical events, and things most people in the office didn’t care about. That’s how he noticed me, how I got closer to him.

And slowly, from just a boss, he became more—a mentor, a guide, almost a friend. Almost. Yes, almost friend, because no matter how much he liked me, Roshan was still the boss. That line never blurred.

It was my first Diwali in this firm. It was a festive night. The company had thrown a Diwali get-together at a hotel banquet for all employees and their families. There were bright lights and trays of sweets and snacks moving around.

Everyone had brought their families, which is when I first met her. I spotted Roshan near the buffet, talking to a few colleagues. I walked up and smiled to wish him, “Sir, Diwali wishes. I hope you’re having a good evening.”

Roshan replied with a smile, “Thank you, Nikhil. Same to you”

I nodded politely, and just then he gestured to the lady beside him and spoke, “Nikhil, meet my wife, Simran.”

Me: Good evening, ma’am.

Simran: Evening. You too.

Roshan: Simran. He’s the one I was telling you about. The junior who actually talks sense about things.

Simran looked at me and said, “Oh, I see. You actually speak your mind, then?”

I replied to her with a subtle smile, “I try. Doesn’t always go well.”

Simran: “I saw most people just nod when Roshan talks. You actually question him, ha?”

Me: “Why nod if you don’t understand?”

Simran: “True. I like people who notice, who think.”

I paused a moment, then added casually, “By the way… your outfit looks really nice tonight, ma’am.”

Simran replied with a subtle smile, “Thank you, Nikhil.”

Me: Happy Diwali once again, and have a nice eve.

In the office, Roshan was admired. In social circles, he was respected. Everywhere, he stood tall. But behind closed doors, in his own bedroom, things were shifting. Slowly. Quietly yet painfully.

Their sex life had once been full of fire. Almost every other night, they would end up fuck each other. He was passionate, strong, and attentive. Simran loved him deeply for it.

But over time, that passion faded. Not suddenly but gradually. First, he began coming home too tired. Then, he skipped a fucking session before going to bed. Then weeks passed.

Simran noticed it. He wanted to fuck at first, but he couldn’t. His dick used to fall soft in the middle. That was the first night when it happened. Roshan leaned in, kissing her, trying to get close. She responded to his kiss, too, eager, missing his dick badly. But halfway through fuck, his dick betrayed him again.

He could not even fuck. He froze in embarrassment, and he got frustrated, unable to continue. He pulled away his dick from her pussy, silent. Simran didn’t say anything that night. She touched his shoulder and told him to rest.

Another week, another fucking session. He tried again, but the same result. His dick got soft during a blowjob itself. She smiled, pretended it didn’t matter, but it meant a lot.

I had no idea when all this was happening in their bedroom. I was just living my own life, happy that my boss liked me. Even Roshan was the same—bold, leading from the front.

But in his bedroom, he was losing. Something important was breaking him from deep inside, something that would later change all our lives.

Actually, whatever was happening in Roshan’s bedroom wasn’t natural. His dick getting soft, his inability to perform, none of it was random. None of it was because he got tired or lost interest.

It was Simran. She made it happen. Slowly, carefully, methodically. She had been bored. Does she love Roshan? Yes, deeply, but she also wanted more. She wanted to explore something forbidden, and she had a plan.

Over months, she brought in precise methods after studying them. Anti-androgen medications and neurochemical control were among the major topics. She read, studied, and researched every detail to make it work exactly the way she wanted.

But why was Simran doing this to Roshan? Actually, Simran wasn’t always like this. But years ago, she had an affair. It was just like another extramarital affair.

It wasn’t even serious. It just happened for fun. It was just one time, no one will know about it. At least, that’s what she thought. But Roshan found out that. And the way he handled it defined everything that came after.

He didn’t scream. He didn’t hit. He didn’t drag her parents or threaten her with divorce. That wasn’t Roshan. He was too sharp, too controlled, too… aware of what power meant.

Instead, he looked at her one night, eyes steady, voice calm, and said:
Roshan: “I know, Simran.”

Simran: “Know… what?”

Roshan: “Don’t lie. I know. The messages. The late hours. The slip in your voice. I don’t need proof. I see it.”

Her chest tightened. “Roshan, I…”

He raised a hand. “Don’t explain. Don’t beg. I’m not leaving you. You’re my wife. You’re my world. But things will change.”

And change they did. He tightened the rope, not through brute force, but with control. Precision.
Her phone? Monitored.
Her outings? Checked.
Her conversations? Subtly overheard.

Not once did he shout. Not once did he humiliate her. Instead, he would say, almost tenderly, “I can’t lose you, Simran. You mean too much. But I also can’t let you cheat again. So forgive me if I need to hold you closer. It’s because I love you.”

He kissed her forehead after saying it. And that kiss was more suffocating than a slap. What else could she do? She stayed in line. She nodded. She accepted his watchful eyes, his controlled charm. She promised him that she would never cheat him again.

Outwardly, their marriage looked strong. Loyal. Untouched. Behind closed doors, though, Simran’s hunger still burned. Because the truth is, hunger to fuck was still in her. Not love, but kink. Not an emotional bond, but the thrill of new cocks.

But now, with Roshan’s shadow over her every move, she couldn’t touch that thrill again. She couldn’t step outside secretly. He was too sharp, too powerful, too in control. She didn’t want to cheat him again because she had promised him.

But she didn’t promise she won’t fuck again with another man. There was a difference. So she turned her desire inward. If she couldn’t explore openly and promised not to cheat, then she would bend the rules from within, twist the game, and rewrite the marriage on her terms.

And that’s when the plan began. So, it was not sudden, nor was it a revenge impulse. It was a slow, deliberate thought, “If Roshan gonna controls me like this in my whole life, then my life is over.

I need to do something. I can’t just live with just one filthy dick of Roshan my whole life. I need freedom, and I will get that by breaking him.”

From the outside, it looked normal. He was still strong and authoritative, the same confident boss everyone admired. At home, though, he was losing control piece by piece. His libido felt down, and he was unaware of why that was happening.

The first time it happened, it was late, well past midnight. Roshan was kissing her with hunger. For a few moments, it felt like the old days. She arched into him. His hand slid down to her thighs, parting clit gently. She felt his dick hard, pressing against her pussy.

“Yes, come on,” she said by pulling him closer.

But as he tried to push his dick inside, his cock faltered. The press that should have slid his dick in her pussy, just… slipped, softened. He was frustrated, tried again, holding her tighter as though the force of will could bring it back, hard dick.

“Fuck…” Roshan said. He was lying on his back. His arm was covering his eyes.

Simran rubbed his chest softly, masking her fake smile. “Shhh, it’s okay, you’re just tired.”

He didn’t reply. He was silent. Eventually, he turned away. Simran stared at his back in the half-light.

Then, when she was sure he couldn’t see her face, she allowed the corners of her lips to curl, a faint, secret smile.

The second time, she planned the night.
She had bought lingerie, sheer black with lace edges, a set Roshan had always loved before. When he entered, she leaned against the doorway, one strap off her shoulder.

For a moment, she felt a thrill, not because she wanted him, but because her stage was set.
She walked up to him and pressed his hand against her bare thigh. “Remember how you used to take me right here, against this wall?” she said.

He kissed her fiercely, desperate. Within moments, his cock was hard against her, throbbing into pussy in a standing position.

Simran guided him to bed, lay back with legs open, teasing. “Fuck me like before. Show me you still can.”

He followed. She took a doggy position. He slid his dick inside successfully, gripping her butts hard. For a few thrusts, the old rhythm returned. She made sure to whisper encouragements, “Yes… deeper… that’s it…” to push him further.

And then it happened again. His rhythm faltered. His breathing broke into ragged gasps. She felt him slipping inside her, not because he pulled out but because his cock softened. He froze mid fuck.

“Shit, no…” he shouted while collapsing beside her. He covered his face with both hands, chest heaving. Disappointment was clearly on his face.

Simran didn’t let him finish. She reached down, wrapped her fingers around his softening cock and started sucking with her hand. And there, within a few seconds, he cum with a softer cock itself.

“Oh no, you don’t, lol. Cum with soft dick.” She teased.

Roshan tried to reply, “Simran, I don’t know what”

Simran turned to kiss his shoulder. “Shh! Don’t think too much,” she said, though inside she was biting back laughter.

He turned to her, eyes glistening. Not full tears, but wet enough that she noticed. That sight, this proud, commanding man, reduced to shame. That thrilled her deeper than any orgasm ever had.

She tucked her face into his chest, hiding her expression. Outwardly, she was the caring wife. Inwardly, she celebrated her invisible victory.

The final attempt was worse for him. This time, Roshan didn’t even try to penetrate. Perhaps the failures had scarred him too deeply. Instead, he decided to please her in another way.

He lay her back on the bed, spreading her thighs with shaky hands. His lips pressed against her clit, then slowly moved to her wetness. His tongue flicked, tentative but nervous too.

Simran moaned, not from his skill but from his acting. She had years of practice in acting: a little arch of her back, a gasp at the right time, a sharp intake of breath. It made him feel he was still in control, that he was useful.

But she could feel it, his desperation to make up for what he couldn’t do as a man. He buried his face deeper, licking, sucking, trying to draw pleasure out of her. She gave him moans, even pressed his head down to encourage him.

Inside, though, she wasn’t lost in the act. She was observing. Calculating her next step. Simran’s mindset was like, “Look at you, Roshan. The man who commands rooms was reduced to licking me like a servant. And you think this makes you strong? No. This makes you weaker.”

She climaxed with deliberate drama, shuddering and moaning his name. He lifted his head, face wet, looking at her with relief. She pulled him up, hugged him tightly and whispered, “Thank you… You’re still my man.”

But later, when she lay beside him, watching him drift into sleep, she whispered to herself, “I wanted him to realise his failure through his own hands. That’s more powerful than me saying it.”

Her lips curved into a smile in the dark. The first phase of her plan was complete.

She told me one time, “I held him, guided his hands, and let him touch me with the only motive of letting him feel his inability. I wanted him to realise his failure on his own. He tried, but he couldn’t. And I let it happen exactly that way.”

Through all this, Roshan remained the same commanding, brilliant man at the office. I was still learning from him, still bonding with him. That bond grew slowly, through casual conversations, shared lunches, and small mentorship moments. He was my boss, yes, but also a teacher and a friend in his own way.

When I look back now, it is strange to see this contrast. At work, he was confident, decisive, and untouchable. At home, he was embarrassed and a struggling human.

Despite all this, the more I got to know him, the more I realised how much patience, care, and genuine love he had for her. Despite failure after failure, he kept trying for her, wanting her happiness even when he was not interested.

He controlled her every move. But it’s because he loved her more than anything that makes him so possessive of her.

By the end of those months, the picture was clear. Roshan’s confidence in bed was eroded. Simran’s control was complete. She hadn’t yet started her psychological manipulation openly, but the foundation was ready.

He was embarrassed yet still loving and caring. She was patient outwardly, but inside, she was smiling at the success of her plan. And me? I was still a junior, clueless that soon, I’d be dragged into this twisted triangle.

To be continued.
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Hello everyone, my name is Nakiya and I am 23 years old. I am a thin, petite, fair girl with measurements of 30B-28-30 and long, dark red hair. This is my first time sharing a detailed story, so please bear with me!

This story happened around 2 years ago. I was living with my flatmate in Mumbai, who also happened to be my boyfriend of 3 years. In October 2023, we broke up. He was the person with whom I had lost my virginity when I was 20 years old.

We used to have sex frequently, and in a way, we both became addicted to it. During those years, I had become proficient at giving blowjobs and could make him cum within 30 seconds. He also had great stamina, which always left my pussy craving for more.

Anyway, after the breakup, I moved out of the house and found a place for myself near my college. But as you may know, living in Mumbai is a costly affair, and I was continuously struggling to pay my bills.

Amidst all this, I was also missing the frequent sex, and fingering myself was not satisfying enough. I went out on a couple of dates, but those guys were either weird or too full of themselves (not my type)!

One Saturday, my college friend, Simran, visited my place, and we were drinking some wine and talking. She asked me how I was holding up, and I burst into tears and had a breakdown.

I told her, “Simran, it’s so difficult to be here. I don’t have enough money, and being lonely doesn’t help.”

“Ohh, babe, don’t worry! Everything will be alright. Why don’t you look for a part-time job?” replied Simran.

Simran was consoling me, and I calmed down a bit. After a while, she told me she had an idea but asked me to promise that I wouldn’t disclose it to anyone.

I was all ears and curious to know, so I said okay.

“So, Nakiya, as you know, my boyfriend Sid runs this management company and conducts a lot of events. One discreet part of their events is also getting ‘models’ for some VIP guests like CEOs, CFOs, and some politicians. You know what I mean?”

I was initially confused.

“Wait, I don’t understand. What’s so discreet about it? What are these events?”

“Calm down, I will explain everything,” replied Simran.

She then started explaining to me that in some of the events, these high-profile VIPs look for some hot young models to be with them and keep them happy.

“So Sid also helps in managing these models. Nakiya, you are young and very attractive. I can ask Sid if he has something for you. You just need to make an appearance at events and pose with these people. That way, you can make some easy money as well!”

It looked like a genuine offer, and since I was short on cash, I agreed and thanked Simran. A couple of days later, I was taking my afternoon nap when my phone rang. It was Sid. My heartbeat raced.

I picked up the call, and Sid said there was a private event happening at a big businessman’s house and asked if I could be available to make an appearance. He said I would get 15K for 2 hours, and I instantly agreed. He asked me to be at the venue at 10 pm.

The party was lavish. Many politicians and businessmen were there. I was made to chill and pose with many men in their forties. Amidst all that chaos, my eyes met with a tall, muscular guy in a blue suit across the room. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties.

Our eyes met, and he didn’t take his off me. He came closer to me and introduced himself.

“Hey Beautiful, I am Aaron. This is my father’s party. And you are?”

“Hi Aaron, I am Nakiya. I umm… umm… got invited by a friend,” I replied.

He said, “Ahh, I see now,” with a smirk on his face.

I had a feeling he knew why I was there. I was a little embarrassed. He asked me for a drink, and I agreed. We were at the bar, standing close to each other and talking. Tensions were growing high and could be easily cut with a knife.

He came close to me and whispered in my ear, “How much for fucking me right now?”

I was shocked and angry. I moved away, and he came behind me and grabbed my arm.

I said, “Who the fuck do you think I am? I am not a fucking whore to sleep around. I am leaving.”

He didn’t say anything; he just had a devilish smile on his face and said, “I will give you 30K.”

I got angry and pushed him away strongly. A few people were staring at us. He shrugged it off and raised his voice, saying, “I will give you 50K if you come to my room in 10 minutes,” and left.

All eyes were on me. I was feeling very humiliated and started walking towards the exit. That’s when I realized the amount he mentioned — “50K!! Fuck, that’s gonna take care of my problems for at least 3 months… umm, maybe I should go! No Nakiya, you are not a slut… but the money is good, and nobody would come to know.”

I kept thinking. My thoughts were confusing me. I finally gave in and sneaked up to his room.

I knocked, and he opened the door, wearing just a towel tied around his waist. At that moment, I realized how fit his body was. He was well-built and had a sexy body.

He said, “I knew everything has a price. Now come in, don’t be shy, and take off your clothes,” while pouring a drink.

He sat on his bed, sipping on his whiskey, while I took off my clothes slowly. The dress and heels were the first to go, and I was standing there in a blue lacy lingerie that complemented my dark body and red hair.

He called me towards him, and he grabbed my hair and started kissing me. Our tongues fought with each other, and he slowly caressed my entire body. Ohhh God!!! It felt so good to have a man’s touch after so many months.

My body was reacting to it and started giving in. He took off my bra and started sucking my boobs. His one hand was pinching my right nipple, and the other hand was fondling my left boob, all while he was kissing my neck.

After a couple of minutes, he pushed me on the floor and commanded me to get on my knees. I knew what was coming and happily obliged.

I was on my knees. My hands were around his waist, taking off his towel. As soon as the towel dropped, I was awestruck. His big 6″ cock slapped me right on my face. I had never seen a dick so big and thick.

I took it in my hand and started jacking it off. When he was completely hard, I realized it was almost a 7.5″ big cock, and my pussy started leaking. I licked the tip of his dick, and the taste of pre-cum unleashed the devil inside me.

I started sucking him off, and with each thrust, he pushed his dick deep inside my mouth. Good for me, after all these years, I didn’t have any gag reflexes.

“Hhmmmm.. gwapphhh gwaphh” slurping sounds echoed in the room. After 20 minutes of sucking him, he showed no signs of cumming. My mouth was paining.

“Ahh Aaron, my mouth hurts! Fuck me please now. I want you inside me.. c’mon, fuck me.”

He pushed me on the bed, and I was on all fours. He brought his dick near my pussy entrance, and it was so wet that his entire cock slid inside without pressure. I was still tight, and it pained a bit, but he was fucking me from behind, and the pain gradually got lost in the pleasure.

“Ahh fuck me. It feels sooo good… ahhh ahhhh ahhhh… mmmmm yess, like that!” I was moaning with each thrust.

He grabbed my hair from behind and said, “Looks like you are having fun now. You fucking slut. You lost all your morals instantly and are just a whore like anyone else.”

I was in tears hearing that, but still said, “Yes, I am a whore. I am your whore! Fuck me like one, please… ram me hard… make me cum.”

He kept on fucking me like that for another 40 minutes in various positions without cumming. I had cum already 3 times and was exhausted.

He then stopped, got up, and asked me to kneel near the bed. I followed his instructions. He took out a bundle of cash from the bedside table and threw the money at me.

He said, “Now suck me like you mean it and make me cum in your mouth.”

Since I had already fucked him, I wanted the money, so I started sucking him. He laughed and took his phone and started recording it. I felt a bit humiliated, but still continued.

After 5 minutes, his balls tightened up, and he groaned, “Ughhh, I am cumming… keep going, don’t stop, don’t stop!!”

With a final thrust, he held my face deep into his cock and emptied his balls inside my mouth. He didn’t let go, and the only option for me was to swallow. Some of it dripped on my tits and body, and I swallowed the rest. My mouth still had some cum dripping, and I was down on my knees over a buttload of cash.

He took a picture of it and said, “Picture Perfect Slut!”

He went to take a shower. I quickly gathered my clothes and the cash and rushed out of his room!

“Pheww, that was intense, but I am never doing it again,” I thought to myself.

Was it reality? Or did my life have something else lined up for me?

Read more in the upcoming parts. I hope you guys liked this.

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Hello everyone, hope you all are doing great. I am Harddick. I have been writing stories for a decade now with ISS. It all started with fictional stories, then some requests to share true experiences from friends. As it is said, you get what you manifest; ISS made it true in my case.

This is my personal story of how I found my wife through ISS stories. In turn, she made my fictional stories into reality. Let us begin.

After writing the first set of stories, I received a lot of emails and communications from a lot of people. As I started it for fun and fantasies, I particularly did not respond to those. But there was one account that kept emailing me every single day, asking for a chat and praising my stories.

I was in a serious relationship at that point, so I did not pay much heed to those emails. A couple of years passed by, and I was facing a nasty breakup at the time, which brought a dry spell in my life. I was once reading my own stories in emails, and the same ID Ekruch popped up.

Though I had not responded to her emails, she never gave up and tried building a contact. I replied to her, and within minutes, I got a response. As fishy as it looked, I was sceptical. We talked for 3 months, not sure if it was a true account or a fake.

But she broke that barrier and gave me proof of her real account. We spoke on video call, with my video hidden and hers on, and that’s when I first saw her.  She was a typical Bengali girl, sitting in her spaghetti top, showing ample cleavage, with a beer in her hand.

She worked for a news editor and was an outspoken personality. That call opened us up totally, and we started chatting for hours daily. We shared everything about each other, our families, careers, etc.

That’s when I got to know she was a divorced female, older than me by 2 years, from an abusive marriage. She stayed in the same city as me, along with her mum. Her mother had her when she was 19. So while we were in our late 20s, her mother was in her late 40s at that time.

Soon, from email chats, we came down to texting, and we were crazy to be glued to the phone. She hadn’t seen me yet, and it did not matter to her. What she liked was the kink in my stories, and so soon our chats went to discussing our fantasies. That’s where the instant connection began.

She told me she loves sex and masturbates thrice daily. She is horny all the time, her husband could not understand this and abused her when she asked for it, calling her a whore and slut, and so she divorced him as he could not satisfy her.

She had been in a lot of casual fucks, but all men felt the same. She did not find anyone open enough to let her be the slut she is in public. All everyone wanted was in private. Now I always wanted a girl who could be a slut like her, so it ticked the right box.

I also loved sex and wanted a lot of it, which is why my girlfriend escaped the relationship. She said she saw the kink in my stories, though fictional, showed what intent I had, and she loved it. We both had matching fantasies, and one such was beach vacation fantasies.

She asked me out to meet her and fulfil this fantasy. She asked me for a vacation in Goa, to fulfil our fantasies and then take it from there. I had a rush of blood, and my dick was twitching as I was going to get action. She did all the bookings and asked me to meet directly at the hotel.

We both were from Pune, but she flew and I drove to Goa. She had reached a couple of hours earlier and asked me to knock on the room straight away. I knocked on the door, and this was our first meeting. There she was, 36G-32-36, busty boobs.

With bubbly ass and a flab on her tummy, standing in a babydoll outfit, with a thong below, and holding her melons with a tiny hook. I had an instant hard-on watching her. She welcomed me in. Without much greeting, we smooched each other like hungry animals.

I was kissing her and mauling her boobs over the thin cloth. She was rubbing my dick over my pants at first, and then unbuckled them to free my 6.5-inch boner. She pulled my t-shirt over my head. Now I was also a decent body person with some muscle, not like the six-pack abs.

I had a bulge in the tummy. I was watching as my dick got lost in her wet mouth and she started sucking it. She was giving me the best blowjob of my life. She was sucking it, then the tip, licking the entire shaft. It was wet and glistening with saliva. I was on the verge so I stopped her and pulled her up.

I pulled the hook and made her boobs free. I sucked them like a hungry kid, eating ice cream, as she stroked my shaft. I pinned her to the wall and licked her entire body from neck to her glory hole, and she went hot and mad after it. She was trembling.

I rubbed her clit and sucked her lips, and her hand never let go of my cock. Then I bent on my knees and licked her wet pussy, making her legs feel weak. I slurped it like a lollipop, and she went totally mad. She had done oral before, but not in this position, and she was going mad.

In a few minutes, her legs trembled as she released her cum on my face. We both were catching our breath and smiling at each other. She stroked my dick. And whispered to me.

She: “Chodo mujhe. Kab se raah dekh rahi tumhare lund ki. Randi ki tara chodo mujhe” (Fuck me. I am yearning for your dick for a long. Fuck me like a whore.)

I smiled and obliged, and a sudden kink got in me. I opened the balcony door and signalled her to do it there. She gave me an excited smile and jumped with me to the balcony. Now it was on the 8th floor of the hotel, facing the shoreline, with a small lamp on the balcony.

She bent over on her knees and gave me a quick blowjob to make it wet. Then I made her sit on the patio table, as I inserted her from the front.

Me: “Aah. Kya mast geeli hai tu. Aur garam bhi. Aaah” (Aah, you are so wet, and so hot inside.)

She: “ Kya karu, randi jaise khulle main chod raha hai tu, geeli houngi na main.” (You are fucking me like a whore in the open, I will definitely be wet.)

I kissed her and started moving two and fro as my dick fucked her wet cunt. I was licking her neck, mauling her boobs as my dick ploughed her pussy. She was in seventh heaven and moaning loudly without worrying about anything. It was a very kinky and hot moment for both of us, and we both did not last long.

She released her second orgasm first, and I pulled out just in time to make my dick spurt on her boobs, and some landed on her lips. She licked that in front of me, and it was again a kinky moment for us. She did not even care to see if someone was watching us or make any video. She was fine with it.

We came into the room and went into the shower together. We had a nice shower, and she turned me on again. I pulled her onto the bed, made her go on her fours and fucked her from behind. It was like a quickie for both of us, and the room sounded thap thap thap as my thighs hit her ass cheeks.

She: “Kya mast kadak ho gaya tera fir. Aise hi karte reh. Aaah. Rukna mat. Mere hone aaya.” (You are so hard in such a short time. Keep doing. Don’t stop. I am about to finish.)

I pounded her for literally 10 minutes, and I felt her fluids pushing my dick out. I pulled out, and she spurted on me. And that pressure made me cum on her ass. We were both on the bed naked. Catching our breaths, I was thinking what a girl she is.

The exact partner I always wanted. In my mind, I had already thought about the kinky stuff I would do with her. Then I realised, what do I even call her? I did not even ask her name, and I have fucked her pussy twice.

We were both naked on the bed, and that’s when I asked her name. Her name was Sree, a Bengali busty beauty, and I introduced myself. She praised my stamina, and it was past 10 already. I was tired of the drive and the fuck. So we decided to order in booze and food to the room.

We got whiskey and toasted to our first fuck, and then she pulled out the joint from her stash and lit one. We were naked with our bodies touching, sipping whiskey. She was showing me some old photos of her past when some of her nudes came up.

Those were the ones sent to her previous bf’s. She saw the kink in me, so she showed me something more, and played a video of fuck she recording with her boyfriend. The camera was placed such that the man was not aware he was being recorded.

I understood that and asked her, and she just gave me a naughty smile. I connected it to cast it on the television, as we were getting high with the whiskey and the roll. We watched the entire 12-minute video, and my dick was saluting the fuck.

The man barely fucked her for 5 minutes before realising in her. We looked at each other as he was finished and she wasn’t.

She: “Pehli baar pani nikala hai, and woh bhi do baar” (This is the first time I have got orgasms and that too two.)”

Me: “Fir teesre k liye ready hai? “ (Ready to get third?)

She nodded.

Me: “Leh fir muh main” (Suck me then)

She kept the glasses aside and bent and deep-throated me as I smoked the roll. Then I made her lie on her back and licked her pussy, just enough to make her mad for my cock. She was anticipating me to fuck her now, but instead, I put my spare phone on a tripod, and her face lit with kink.

Then went and inserted my prick in her in missionary and fucked her brains out. She was scratching me, biting me, sucking my tongue as my dick moved in and out of her. We both were like animals in heat and fucked like crazy. Then they signalled me and changed angle to come facing the camera.

Sucked my dick for a couple of minutes and then came on top of me in a woman-on-top position and twerked her ass. She rode me hard, as I bit and mauled her boobs and this time we both came together. I released inside her, and she collapsed on me.

We both went to sleep and woke up naked the next morning, clinging to each other.

What happened next, I will tell you in the next part.