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I was afterall a 12 year old then (31 now), learnt about having fun with my body about a year ago. I’ve only heard stories of naked woman and how people enjoy the ‘mast babes’. Now, here I was, in my friends house, right across the street and when I was going around looking for him, I saw the unexpected, his 35 year old mom beginning to put on a new set of cloths, right from her bra and pantie, after a fresh bath.

I turned back by reflex, murmured a quick sorry and spun around on my heels to head back when I saw my pal coming in my direction, ofcourse unaware that I saw his mom, a ripe woman, completely nude. Gosh. What was I to tell him? Seeing me, he started casually chatting and said, come lets go play some street-football. Games, my foot, I was still unable to come out of the high-voltage image that just flashed before me and it was then that I remembered a sweet smile of aunty while I was fumbling for words of apology. Anyway, the situation is different and I decided to be honest with my already curious friend who was unable to understand why I was so absent-minded and let the ball pass thrice. I said enough of the game, I want to talk. Reluctantly, he came and said “What?”. I took him aside and said,

“Kishore, I am really sorry. I didn’t mean to do it and it was purely an accident and the moment I realized, I turned back and walked out”.

He looked at me as if I was talking Greek and said

“whats the matter, I don’t get a single thing. What was an accident? Can you be clear”

“About your mom. I didn’t know she was changing”

“My mom? Changing what?”

“Abbe… she was just out of her bath and changing her cloths, when I went inside the room looking for you”

It was then that he realized what had happened and was curiously looking at me. Now, it was my turn to be surprised. The least I expected was to get a tight slap and a one hour abuse, but instead was baffeled to hear.

“Thats ok. I’ve seen her a LOT of times. She openly changes before us” (me and my brother, is what he meant).

I was non-plussed. “What? She doesn’t close the door?”

“No. Why?”

“I mean, shes a woman, and you are boys”

He looked at me as if seeing an alien and said

“Thats ok”

A week has passed-by since then and I haven’t visited his house but used to call him from outside and things started getting normal. But, I shagged every day, visualizing the picture I had witnessed. Just imagining it gave my little pecker a hard-on and I had to visit the bathroom. One day, he got a new movie and said he’ll watch it in the night. I requested him to postpone as I want to see it too. But he said he had to return it the next day and asked me to join him. I had no choice. Though my parents were skeptical about sending me out for the night, they agreed. So, there I was in a striped pyjama and a white tee-shirt at about 10pm in his house. The TV and VCP were in the master (and only) bedroom of their house. Uncle stayed in another town and either he or the family made a monthly trip for re-union. The bed was large enough to accommodate aunty, and all of us (3) kids. His younger brother, Dileep was half our age (but almost equally mature in his brain). The sleeping order was Kishore, Aunty, Dileep and me. At 10:30, the movie started and we could see aunt and Dileep doze off by 11 and 11:30 respectively. By the time I went in, aunt and Dileep were alrady on bed and covered by the quilt, a/c on.

At about 12, midnight, the movie ended and our movement to get up and shutdown the tv and turn off the lights, disturbed Dileep and he spun and hugged aunty with one hand and did something that caught me off

guard and surprised. He began sucking off his moms breast. Not a vigorous, lustful one, but a casual one. It was with massive surprise that I realized two things, that aunt and Dileep were stark naked under the bed sheets (Kishore was just having a short on), and aunty did not seem to mind her younger lad sucking her breasts. Noticing my surprise, and as if reading my mind, Kishore teased me…

“Whats up? Never seen anything like this?” and grinned.

“No. Never.” and he could already see my naughty muscle shamelessly poking through my pyjama.

He turned off the TV, arranged the stuff and switched off the main light and turned on the bed light. Still nonplussed and slowly recovering from the shock, I was in for another shock when he slept besides his mom and put his mouth to her right breast and a hand on her stomach. All this was clearly visible from the thin fabric of the quilt. I almost peed in my PJ’s, then and there. After I came out of the bathroom, he sighed me to come near him and whispered in my ear, “wanna try?”. A zillion thoughts and currents drilled through me at the same moment. Even words were not coming out. I just shook my head up and down, indicating yes. Slowly, he left his mom and climbed out of bed and went to the other side of the bed, leaving his original place for me to take.

I was literally shivering and my body was boiling hot. I was about to sleep when he whispered to take off my shirt or she would know. I immediately removed my tee and slept in my PJ. Kishore raised himself on one elbow to see the action. I slowly turned towards aunty and put a shivering palm over her stomach and let it stay there for a full two minutes, breathing very heavily. Finally, mustering all courage, I moved the hand up and cupped her free right breast. The softest piece of flesh I’ve ever touched in my 12 years of life (well, after I could understand the world, per se). But the nipple was hard and protruding almost half an inch. I thought she had a problem or a heat-blister there. I called him and said, looks like aunty has a problem. He almost laughed out loud and said, “Idiot, that nothing wrong. Its how it is, go and taste it and suck like you suck a juicy mango”. Then, I slowly went near it and at first planted my lips on the side of her breast and slowly nibbled it with just my lips and slowly put the hard nipple in my mouth. The moment, something new, foreign, entered my mouth, the ever curious tongue woke up to inspect it and started tasting it from all directions. Finally when it saw no harm with this alien object and it also tasted sweet, it allowed my mouth to take further control. Meanwhile, these involuntary actions of my tongue further ignited the already aroused woman and now, she opened her legs a little, so her right knee was touching my leg. Purely, by reflex, my now free hand ventured slightly below her stomach and came to a shocked halt when it encountered a few strands of hair. I must have appeared with the most stupid faces ever and my friend who already had his hand inside his short, signalled with his head to go-on (he probably thought I was waiting for his permission. Little did he know I never knew till then that people had hair down there). I slid my hand further down and started playing with the dense bush. The moment I laid my hand there, my aunt’s right hand came and held my head and pressed it to her breast. At first I frooze thinking she caught me red-handed and will now punish me to the core. But instead, she widened her legs and one of her thighs was now resting on my leg. My hand on her bushy pussy and my mouth lapping and sucking her breast. Slowly, a we got into a rhythem of sucking and rubbing her pussy (at that time I did not know there is a vaginal hole and I can finger it to ger her more pleasure), and she started caressing my back. As the pace increased, she slid her hand beneath me and brought it over my stomach. Man, I was in 200th cloud and in a state of trance.

I did not stop and was now kissing her entire breast, inch by inch and going back to her nipple, when she slid her hand inside my pyjama and caught my then 4″ tool and started pressing it lightly and also sliding her finger a little down and caressing my tiiny balls. Within a few squeezes and strokes of hers, I began to cum. Sensing this, she lowered my pyjama with one hand, just a little and began rubbing my penis on the side of her thigh. Not knowing when, I slid into sleep and when I woke up in the morning, my pyjama was intact and aunty was no where to be seen. I looked up and saw my friend and his lil brother sleeping soundly. I got up and was looking around trying to figure out where aunty could have gone and in the process entered the next room and found my visual treat fully revived. Aunty was about to wear a new set of cloths right after her bath, stark naked.

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Hi Friends, this is Chandu from Hyderabad, this story is about me and an aunty whom I met in chatting. This is before 3 years when I was 24 and she was 37, completed my engineering and was searching for job, as usual I was applying for jobs in the internet and was chatting in yahoo. I got one aunt named shanty (name changed) and just said hello to her and I got a reply from her, we chatted for some time and came to know that she is from pune, after that we used to chat daily and exchanged our mobile numbers and used to talk daily, one day while taking she asked me if I was having any girlfriends and asked me if I have kissed any girl up to now, I said yes and the topic changed to sex.

She asked me if I had sex with anyone, I said no as I didn’t get a change to have sex, she asked me if I would like to have sex and I said yes If I get a chance I will, she asked me what type of girls do you like, means college girls or mature women, I said mature women, she asked me why I like mature women, I told her that they will be experienced and they know how to please a man. from that day we used to talk about sex daily and we used to have phone sex daily and this went on for 4-5 months and after that one day she told me that she was coming to Hyderabad to attend one of her relatives marriage function and we can meet, so we planned to meet on a particular day and I went to stations and She had a damn sexy figure.

She was neither excessively fat in any part nor disgustingly thin; just a perfectly proportionate sexy female body. I pitied that she had to be my wife. Her boobs and ass were so huge and tempting I couldn’t resist any more. Her sari had drifted away exposing her boobs tightly captivated in the peacock blue color blouse matching with the sari. Took a closer look at the blouse, it had about four metal hooks in the front. Her boobs looked so uncomfortable in that extremely tight blouse, they seemed like they were trying to burst out for freedom. My own desire to see and feel her beautiful body made me go mad. I drove her to a Hotel where I had already booked a room for us.

Once we were inside the room Aunty started to hug me very tight and kiss me on lips. She sucked my ears and my dick stood up in my shorts. Now, I was very hot too. I started to squeeze her boobs, which were very hard. She understood my intentions and opened the front buttons of her blouse. Now her boobs were in front of me, they were bound in black bra which was looking very sexy and erotic on her big hard boobs. I started to press those big boobs. Low moans were coming from her mouth. I then unhooked her bra and took one in my mouth and started to suck… ohhhhhh what a gr8 feeling it was. She was giving me which I haven’t done earlier. I then pressed both boobs with each other and took both nipples together in my mouth and started to suck them. I was biting them too. She was now very excited and low moans were escaping from her mouth.

I inserted one leg between her legs to reach up to her pussy… to my surprise; she lifted the sari up to her waist level… She was wearing black panty…. I whispered to her to remove panty. Without uttering a word, she removed it. And now I reached down. From boobs to pussy. I licked nipples to her tummy, then her thighs… ohhhhhh what a silky legs and body… her body fragrance was intoxicating. Ohh… I was getting mad by that… I started to lick her pussy and I loved that smell of hers… ohhhhhh… I started to kiss on her pussy…Suddenly she pushed my head and started to jerk her legs and hips upward. I couldn’t understand what happened but I could not do anything other than inserting my toungue into her pussy.

She was wild now. I started to bite her clitoris and she suddenly get stiff and released her love juices… I licked them… ohhhhhh… what a taste…. I then again come upward and facing her, tried to insert my dick into her pussy and could not insert, she allowed me to come on top of her and guided my dick into her pussy… which was wet with her juices. I moved my dick into her pussy.she was very tight and started to say me in my ears that your dick is so thick and meaty. I started pump my dick in and out ,As it was my first encounter, I could not stay longer and with in 5 minutes, I came loud into her pussy and we slept in each others arms like that for 15 minutes. I started kissing her lips and smooched her again and we were ready for the next session.

I pulled her towards me and we hugged each other. I kissed her for long time again. While kissing she said “Chandu I like your style of kissing it is so stimulating.” “Oh Shanty like everything you have.” I was seeing her naked lying in front of me with huge breasts, strong thighs and juicy pussy. What can anyone want more than this? I slowly moved my fingers into her juicy pussy and first licked her top part of the pussy, gently. Then slowly inserted my tongue into her vagina and explored what ever I can with my tongue. Her pussy was my favorite part. Then I placed my fingers into her pussy and gave some action. She moaned through out my exploration.

Then she slowly held my penis and started playing with it, she started sucking my cock hard jus like a lollipop. She was sucking so hard that I was enjoying it closing my eyes. Then I was ready to enter her. Now I moved her facing her back to me. I placed my dick between her butts and hug her from back and kissing on her back. I said “shanty I want to fuck you from back.Ok dear” as soon as she gets the position on her knees I put my land into her pussy from back and I was pressing her tits and started fucking. She said “Chandu I want you take more time to cum as you wish dear, she started moaning loudly.

Please mail me your hot comments and any females interested in having sex with me can mail me at [email protected].

Hey friends,

Its Gopal again with a story. First of all thanx to u all for the gr8 response to my story posted in sep 2008. and I got so many invitations and so many mails on my yahoo account. And its really nice talking to u all as well.. u all are so frndly.

Thanks to my phone frnds to make my life wonderful.

Anyways.. come to my story now… its abt my office in gurgaon. When I joined my office everyone was so nice and supportive on work. And meanwhile I met a girl named smita. She is frm delhi. and she is having a nice body just 34 36 36. she is the hottest girl in my office. Everyone wants to seduced her like anything. Actually incident happened when I got the accident frm my bike and she used to drop me to in between my way. She is having so sweet voice. When one day we wre on the way suddenly we saw a couple on bike touched so closely to each other. So she commented her in a jealous way. So I just commented her don’t worry I will make u drive on my bike then u can enjoy that air tight ride. She laughed and said no way. I don’t need plasters on my body. Then suddenly she asked if u will make me drive on ur bike then ur gf will be angry with me.. then I said till nw I don’t hav but if I ad then I don’t want to loose a chance to give a drive on my bike to a beautiful lady. She smiled in a lusty way. And when I was changing the track mistakenly I touched her. But she didn’t remove her hand. Then I said her that u such have sweet and soft hands. And the a week passed away like that. And we came more close to each other. We started sharing our personal life. Sometime we throw nonveg jokes to each other.

It was Friday and we wre on the way to home she said me if u have some time then can u come to my home as there is no one at home and my family ill be coming lait to home.

I though thay the moment has come now. I generally asked her I can give u company but I hope u will nt rape me. And she replied in a lusty way that she will. Finally we reached home and she served me a coffee and we are watching TV and she was sitting close to me.. then we had a kissing scene in the movie then she change then channel.and I asked for remote to watch it and she said no in a naughty way. Then I was forcly taking the remote I was up on her and suddenly my hand slept and I was lying on her breast. And my face came on her breast.she closed her eyes and did not utter a word. Then I moved up and gave her a kiss on her lips.she joined me and rounded her hand to my neck. And we wre licking each other tongue vigruosly. I could feel her aroused body on me. She was getting hotter and hotter. Initially I removed her shirt. She was having well shaped boobs hided with bra. That usually girl wear on beaches. Then I staed giving kisss near abt the breast and she was still with her eye closed. Then I moved down and unbuttoned her jeans and she opened her eyes and removed her jeans. And the she remoeved my clothes. She said that I like the hairs on chest. And she hugged me hard and said gopal I just want to be urs. No one fucked me yet I want to u to my my dream man.

I said it will be my pleasure babes. And we starting giving kisses to eachother on the whole body. Then I removed her bra and started kissing and licking her boobs.she gone mad and she was making ohhh aaah sounds. I was also going mad with the sound from her mouth. When I moved down and removed her panty I was amazed to see her clean shaved vagina. When I put my finger on vagina she started trembling and she was moving up and finally I touched her she she became motionless. Except the ohhhh aaah sshhhhhh kind of sounds.. her chut got wet with precum and I started licking her with my tongue she hold my head and caressing my hairs.and suddenly she hold me tight and she cummed and I was amazed to taste her juice. It was the best ever I had taken from any girl.

Then I told her to cock my cock she initially refused but got agree. And she started licking my dick. When I felt that I can spit in her mouth anytime. Then I told her to lie on the bed. I adjusted one pillow on her back and I lay on her and I started inserting my 8” lund. But it was nt going in it was slipping up and down. After seeing my effort she smiled and she adjusted and said slowly this is my first time.then I started moving slowly when I inserted initially she told me that she is having pain.. then I started kissing her and I was pressing her boobs by my left hand. And then she got ready so I just inserted my dick to her vagina. So my cap was in and she screamed like anything. Then again I started kissing her and pressing her boobs and I was moving up and down when she got ready after a while then I slowly slowly inserted my cock and finally whole the 8 inches wre in. and then she was moaning and enjoying my ride then I started increasing my speed. And

After 10 minutes of high pumping. I was about to come. And I told her that Im coming that I want to feel it in body plz fuck me fast and and started fucking hard and I came inside and she also came at the same time. Then we hugged each other in same position then I kissed her gently, she went to bathroom and cleaned everything. That it was around 9 and she told me to get ready as her parents were abt to come around 10. then I was just watching her badly. Then I came close to her and kissed her. We wre kissing each other for 10 minutes or may be more. Suddenly we heard the bell and released each other when she was going to open the door she came back and gave a kiss again. And then she opened the door. Then she introduced me to her family. We had the dinner together and then she called a cab to drop me home.

When I reached home she called and we had lots of conversation. Till now I had fucked her thrice and she had given me the most heavenly pleasure ever. Sorry to their iss friends who had sex with me but she is the best.

IF U LIKED MY STORY THEN PLEASE DON’T HESITATE TO PROVIDE FEEDBACKS SO THAT I CAN IMPROVE MY MISTAKES. YOU ALL CAN MAIL ME AT “ [email protected]” OR SEND ME INVITAIONA AT TARUN_GOPAL20022 ON YAHOO MESSENGER……

HAVE A GR8 ENJOYFUL LIFE AND HAPPY DIWALI TO ALL OF U..

HAVE A NICE TIME.

Hi all.

Well thanks for making my story “HOT”. But comeon some mails will be appreciated..

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I had finished a sales call and reached the office at 6 pm. I usually didn’t stay in office that late, but the order had to be entered into the system that day for a discount to apply. I went to my desk, and was entering the order in our complicated system when I heard peals of laughter and clapping sounds coming from the conference room next to my office. Already annoyed, the incessant noise ticked me off. So I knocked on the conference room door.

It was opened very slightly and Rahul, one of my colleagues opened the door.

“Rahul, will you guys keep it down?” I said.

“Arun!! Come in, come in. Something nice to show you.” he chuckled.

“No dude, later. Have an order to…” I protested, but Rahul grabbed my arm and pulled me into the room and closed the door.

“Come on, man. Trust me, Here we have exactly what you need after a long day of sales calls.”

I looked around. There were three other sales guys at the other end of the room, crowded around a laptop.

“What’s going on?” I asked, approaching them. One of them pointed to the screen. It was some sort of a porn video. I looked away at once and continued “Guys, are you crazy? This violates so many policies! Porn in office? You’ll get fired if someone catches you.”

“Policy schmolicy, man.” the guy whose laptop it was said. “Lighten up a bit. It’s not like we are broadcasting it to the ladies. We are in a conference room after hours.”

“Do what you want. I am leaving. I want to part of this.” I said and turned to leave.

“At least look at the body of this babe. I wonder how ugly men like these get hotties like her.” he said turning the screen in my direction.

I looked back reflexively, and stopped in my tracks after I saw the screen. The guy turned the screen around and I walked towards him and behind him to watch the screen.

“Haha, even Mr. Goody Two Shoes Arun is enchanted.” another guy slapped me on the back and laughed.

Enchanted? Horrified was the word. Here’s what was playing on the screen – A short dark thin man was sitting on a couch. In front of him on the floor, was a naked woman with a very hot body, on her knees, with her back to the camera. From the movement of her head, it was clear she was giving the man a blowjob. Someone else was shooting this. Still visible on the wall behind the couch, was what had made me stop in my tracks first.

It was a huge but yellowing map of the city. Ever since I was a child, I had seen that map of the city in a living room in my neighborhood. When I went there as a kid with some friends, we’d always try to find our school on the map. I also knew that maps of the city this size were not commonly available in the market. The owner of that house had gotten it specially made, because he thought it was a novel way to decorate a wall.

Now of course, it was possible that two people might have the same idea. That two people might have huge maps of the city on their living room walls. But it was almost impossible that two people would have the same servant. Because the short thin dark man sitting on the couch, getting a blowjob from a woman whose face wasn’t visible, was the same servant who had told me many times recently “Don’t know when Balram sahib is coming back from Calcutta.”

The blowjob continued for a few more seconds, when a voice said off-camera

“Time for a close-up. Do you mind if I take a close-up, Mangal?” and laughed.

Mangal, the servant replied,

“No, sahib, no problem. Whatever you wish.”

As he said that, the woman spoke without looking back,

“Don’t you dare take a close-up, Balram. I told you my condition for this clip, my face shouldn’t appear.”

That’s when one of the sales guys watching the clip with me said,

“What a bitch. Doesn’t mind showing the rest of her body naked, but won’t show her face?” and everyone laughed.

“Don’t worry, my dear.” Balram’s voice said, “I will shoot it in a way that your full face isn’t seen. Only your luscious lips around the cock. And you can delete the clip afterwards if you aren’t satisfied.”

The woman on screen was about to say something when Mangal caught her head and held it down saying,

“You talk too much. Shut up and keep sucking. Trust sahib.”

And only muffled moans of protest were heard. The camera started moving closer.

“First we take a close-up of her ass.” the voice on the screen said as camera zoomed in on the ass, displaying a mole on the left buttcheek that pretty much shot to bits any hopes I had of this not being my wife. “Now the pussy” and he moved the camera under her pussy, giving a dark-lit shot that didn’t show it too clear, “Now her boobs” he said showing my wife’s luscious boobs bouncing against Mangal’s knees, “and now, the lips and the cock.” And the camera moved upwards.

My heart almost stopped as I dreaded the worst. Her full face would be visible. All these sales guys knew my wife. She had worked here after all. They had set me up for humiliation. They were going to laugh at me for being a cuckold. And spread the news all over the office.

These thoughts raced through my mind as the camera slowly moved upwards, but before it could reach the face, it was yanked from Balram’s hand. By my wife. And thrown to the side. All that was visible for the next few seconds was the ceiling, and then the video stopped.

“Feisty little bitch!” Rahul said.

“Where did you get this?” I asked the guy who owned the laptop.

“Some friend forwarded it to me with a bunch of other clips. Liked it, didn’t you?” he said. I stayed silent, hoping that no one had recognized Shilpa’s voice. No one seemed to have. He continued, “You should watch the whole thing. It’s twenty minutes long.”

“Awesome video. The worst part though, is that she doesn’t show her face at all. And speaks only at the end.” another guy piped up. “Wonder what she charges for a night, man.”

“How do you know she is a prostitute? Maybe she is just some desperate housewife.” Rahul asked.

“Impossible, dude. A hot bitch like her can get any man she wants. Why would she give blowjobs to an old fat guy and his servant? She has to be one of those high class whores….25,000 rupees a night types.”

“Maybe. But then if she was a whore, why didn’t she actually fuck anyone? All we saw was oral sex.” Rahul countered.

“Maybe she didn’t fuck them on camera.” the guy said.

By now my head was spinning.

“Guys, I’ve got to go.” I said and walked out of the conference room.

It had been almost three weeks since Shilpa told me “the whole truth”. Or as this clip made it clear, more lies. Our sex life had improved beyond recognition. We had talked it out, she had apologized, and things were kinda normal. Or so I thought. And suddenly the whole pretense had all come crashing down.

I quietly entered the order in the system as I thought about the situation. I had to confront her. Maybe even divorce her. But I needed to know the actual truth. And I could not trust her to give it to me.

Half an hour later, I was sitting in the seedy office of a “Detective Agency” I had found using the yellow pages. One that ensured “contractual confidentiality”. A few minutes later, a heavy-set middle-aged woman dressed in a saree came inside and sat on the chair behind the desk.

“So, what can I do for you, Mr…” she said.

“Arun.” I said.

“Yes, what can I do for you, Mr. Arun?” she asked.

“No offence, but can I speak to the boss?” I said.

She put her elbows on the table, smiled at me and said,

“I am the boss. My name is Salma. This detective agency belongs to me.”

“Oh.” I said, getting up. “I am sorry, but I think I’d prefer some other agency.”

Just as I reached for the door, I heard Salma say,

“Think your wife is cheating on you?”

I turned around, surprised and said,

“How did you…”

“I can guess. Can’t think of any other matter you’d feel uncomfortable discussing with a woman.” she said.

I stood there, unsure of what to say, She continued,

“You can walk out the door if you want, Mr. Arun. But wouldn’t you trust a detective agency headed by a woman to handle this issue more sensitively and discreetly than a man?”

Mutely, I sat down.

“So tell me, what makes you suspect she is cheating on you?” she asked.

And I started talking. And talking. And talking. It felt good to talk about this with someone. Felt like a load off my chest. I told her the whole story, starting with the portrait sessions, and ending with the video clip. After I stopped talking almost twenty minutes later, Salma, who had listened in silence, said,

“Mr. Arun, you already know your wife is cheating on you. Why are you wasting money by hiring us?”

“I need to know. I need to know the whole truth.” I said.

“Why?” she pressed on.

“I just do.”

“Alright. you’re the client. Your wish is my command. But take the advice of a woman who has seen hundreds of such cases. The truth will only hurt you. And you are already very hurt. Just leave her. Move on with your life. I can find out the absolute truth. But it is not going to help anyone. All you will buy by paying me my fees, is more misery for yourself” she said in a very kind voice.

“I need to know.” I repeated like a stuck record.

“Fine, as you say.”

I gave her the details like my address, Balram’s address, a picture of Shilpa that I always carried in my wallet, and a cheque for the advance. And I left for home.

When I got home, Shilpa was watching the TV. I came in, and she kissed me. From my body language in barely returning that kiss, she sensed something was wrong.

“What happened? Bad day at work?” she asked.

“You could say that.” I replied and walked to the couch.

“Lost an important account?” she asked.

“Worse. Lost any trust I had in my wife.” I replied calmly, sitting down on the couch. Shilpa stared at me, mouth agape,

“What now?” she finally asked.

“Why didn’t you tell me the whole truth like I asked you to?” I asked.

“I did.” she said tentatively.

“Well, I have proof that you didn’t. That you left out something. And that you crossed some more lines.” I said.

“What? That’s not true.” she protested.

“Shilpa, I swear I am sick of your lies. Now I know for a fact that you have lied to me.” I said.

“On what basis do you say that?” she asked.

“I am not revealing that. Or else you will alter the truth on the basis of what I know and again lie to me. Let’s just saw I know everything. Now tell me. And remember, if I catch a single lie, I am throwing you out of the house right now and calling a lawyer for a divorce.”

“Arun!! Please!!” she said.

“Shut up!” I yelled. “Start talking. And remember, if you lie and I catch it, based on what I know, you are out of this house.”

Shilpa just sat there, staring at me. The conniving bitch, I thought to myself. I always thought she was an innocent clean-hearted lady. And yet she had been brazenly and confidently lying to me.

“Arun, I am sorry. Please don’t make us go through this again.” she pleaded.

“Maybe I should help you start talking. I am going to ask you some questions. Yes or No. And if you lie to even one of them, this marriage is over. Keep telling the truth and we still might salvage something.” I said.

She said nothing. I continued.

“Ok. First question, did you give Balram a blowjob?”

“Yes.” she said flatly.

“More than once?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Did he fuck you?” I asked.

She stayed silent, clearly thinking. Like a poker player trying to guess the cards of someone who has gone all in.

“Did he fuck you?” I repeated.

Finally, she decided to fold.

“Yes.” she replied.

And there it was. Confirmed. I had no evidence of it from the video clip, but she had admitted it. My shoulders sagged.

“I am sorry, Arun.” she whispered.

“I am not done yet. Have you fucked anyone apart from me since I caught you with Balram that day?” I asked.

“NO!”

“Shilpa, are you sure?” I asked.

“Yes, I am sure. I am not lying, Arun. Since that day, I have been faithful.” she said.

“OK, before that, was Balram the only one or did he have someone else with him?” I asked.

“You already know it all. Why are you asking me?” she said.

“Answer me.” I said.

“Yes.” she said.

“Name?” I asked.

“Shambhu.”

Shambhu? Who the hell was Shambhu? I thought to myself. Nevertheless I continued.

“And? Who else?”

“Gurmeet.” she said.

“And? Who else??” I asked.

“No one else.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

She paused and looked at me confused.

“Well, I guess technically Savitri too.”

“Savitri? Our maid?” I asked. This was all getting too much. I had come home expecting her to admit to fucking Balram and his servant Mangal, but there were two other guys and our maid involved too.

“Yes…… you didn’t know?” she asked, surprised.

“Who else?” I asked.

“That’s it?”

“Yes.”

“Positive?”

“Yes.”

“Last chance.”

“Wait!” she said. “Do you mean just having actual sex or…….other stuff too?”

I slumped back in the couch, unable to take it any more.

“Shilpa…. just start at the beginning. And tell me the whole truth this time.”

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“Some of what I told you before is true. Except that Balram wasn’t as shy and reluctant as I made him out to be. He is very talkative and charming. And has a way with words. And because he doesn’t look that great, his skills at conversation and manipulating are even more surprising and caught me off-guard.”

“Right from the first day, he talked a lot. Told me about himself, his family, his dead wife, his kids. Asked me about myself. Where I grew up, what I did, how I met you and all that. The conversation flowed very naturally. Then he started talking about his wife a lot. How he missed her. How she was a lovely woman.”

“What else did he say about her?” I asked.

“Well, a lot of things, but the relevant part was when he talked about how graceful she was…. and how she dressed.”

“How she dressed?” I asked.

“Yes, he said she was always dressed smartly, in skirts, shorts, tops and everything. How she had a good body and wasn’t shy in flaunting it. Even in her older years. Not like all other Indian women who start dressing frumpily after they get married. I obviously said, not all Indian women. He said, yes, all, even me. I laughed and asked what he was talking about? And he said every day he was me wearing trackpants, loose jeans, loose shorts, t-shirts… as if I was trying to hide my body. And I protested saying, that’s not true. I dress that way when I paint for comfort. He scoffed at me, saying I was just making excuses. And that whether I like it or not, I had turned into a frumpy ‘aunty’ after marriage. That was the start of his manipulation.”

“Hmmm.” I said. She went on,

“So obviously, the next day, just to prove him wrong, I wore a tank-top and a knee-length skirt. When he came and sat in his chair, I expected him to comment on the change in my attire. But he did no such thing. Just made conversation about other things. Finally, when he got ready to go, I asked him if he didn’t notice anything different about me. He looked at me clueless and said, no. I did a small twirl and said – my clothes today? And he started laughing. He said this showed how frumpy I had gotten. This attire was not considered too revealing even in the 70s when he and his wife were young, he said. If this was my idea of trendy, it showed how I was typical. He was laughing even as he left the house.”

“What a clever bastard.” I said. “So let me guess, the next day, you wore even skimpier clothes?”

“Yes.” Shilpa said wistfully. “I wore one of those tiny skirts. And I realized he was right. I hadn’t worn it in months. And I wore that halter top, the one which shows almost my whole back. When he came, he gave me a look of approval and a smile. But didn’t say anything. He took his post and I started painting. Finally after an hour or so he said – ok, I know you want me to notice your attire, so fine, at last you are dressed properly. He had almost made me wait for his approval so much that I beamed in happiness. A while later, I dropped my brush accidentally.”

“Ah. So he..” I said, but Shilpa snapped,

“Don’t interrupt. I bent down, mindful of the fact that he might get a glimpse of my panties. Wanting to tease this smug bastard, I stayed bent a little longer than needed. When I got up, I saw that he was laughing. I asked why he was laughing. And he said because of what he saw. And I said, was he a small boy to giggle that he saw a girl’s undies? And he said no, he wasn’t laughing for that. So I asked why then? He said it showed I was still frumpy at heart. Confused, I asked huh? And he said he found it funny that I wore “grandma underpants” with such a pretty skirt.”

“Oh! Bastard.” I said.

“I know. I said there’s nothing wrong with those panties. And he said, surely maybe for a frumpy Indian aunty. But his wife would have worn trendier underwear. I didn’t say anything. Just fumed and kept painting. That’s when Savitri came.”

Savitri is our maid who cleans the house and does dishes and laundry. She is a petite young woman, not excessively beautiful, but not ugly either.

“Savitri usually came in the morning. But from that day she was going to come in the afternoon. So she came into the studio, with her broom and mop. When she came in, she first stared at me wide-eyed, maybe because she had never seen me in such revealing clothes. Then she looked at Balram, said “Balramji!” and actually blushed and smiled. That puzzled me. She then started sweeping the floor and I noticed that all the time, Balram kept checking her out. Almost shamelessly. Even more puzzling, Savitri noticed, but kept working with a wry smile on his face.”

“A while later Savitri was done cleaning the studio, she left. As she was going, Balram said “tata!” and she giggled. A minute later, Balram got up and said, he’d be right back. I casually asked, bathroom break? He said, no. And left the studio. I waited there for a few minutes, and then decided to get a drink of water. When I walked into the kitchen, I saw Balram standing there wiping his mouth, and Savitri hurriedly adjusting her saree. Clearly, they had been doing something.”

“Balram and the maid?” I asked.

“Yes. Well, I ignored them, drank water, and went back to the studio. Balram followed me. He sat in his place and I resumed painting. I asked him casually if there was something up between him and Savitri. He smiled and said, gentleman don’t kiss and tell. I smiled and said, I thought Savitri was married. He said she was. But she knew what she wanted. Then he said, it is only middle class and upper middle class Indian women who become frumpy after marriage, another jab at me. Women like Savitri, he said, discover their true appeal after marriage. I said to him he was disgusting, taking advantage of a poor woman like that. He said he hadn’t forced her. They had played a game of seduction some time back. Shocked, I asked him if he had slept with her. And he guffawed and said, gentlemen don’t fuck and tell either.”

“He then launched into a speech about how she was pretty, and graceful, and insatiable. How he had flirted with her and she had flirted back. How women like me could learn a thing or two from women like her, he said derisively. By then I was really pissed off at his constant indirect putting down of me. I decided to teach the old man a lesson.”

“Which is exactly what he wanted?” I asked.

“Yeah, I suppose. The next day, I wore an even skimpier halter top, the one that just barely covers my boobs? And I actually went out and bought an even shorter skirt. One that just barely stopped below my pussy. I wore it, with a thong underneath. I wanted to tease and torment the old man so much that he’d get a boner in front of me. When he rang bell at the usual time, I went to open the door, and I was surprised to see another man with him.”

“Another man?” I asked.

“Yes. That was Shambhu, his friend. Also old and retired. Balding, like Balram, but not fat. In fact, very skinny. I was so embarrassed to suddenly be in such revealing clothes in front of a stranger. Standing there with my legs fully visible, my bare back on display, and my boobs almost spilling out of the two straps of the halter, I felt like hiding somewhere. I didn’t say anything. Balram introduced me to Shambhu very nonchalantly. Said he was a friend who had come to visit him from out of town, and he hoped I didn’t mind if he stayed and gave him company. Obviously, I could not say no. If Balram was a chatterbox, Shambhu was the opposite. Didn’t say much. Just sat on another chair and kept listening to Balram yammer on and on.”

“And of course, stared at me. He kept staring at me so much, I started feeling conscious and thought about changing into something more decent. Finally the doorbell rang, and I guessed it was Savitri. I excused myself to go open the door. I had also decided to change while I was away, but just as I walked out, Balram said – you are looking really pretty today, very perfectly dressed. The first proper compliment he had given me. I smiled, almost basking in the glow of his rare compliment and went to open the door.”

“Who was at the door? The Gurmeet guy you mentioned?” I asked.

“No, it was Savitri. She came in, again, staring wide-eyed at me. I started walking back when she called out to me. Memsaab, she said, wait a minute. I asked what was it. She said to me – be careful of Balramji. He is not completely what he seems. I found that a little presumptuous and nosy. I asked her, what the hell did she mean? She said, and I quote – In just a week, he has taken you from shirt and pants to this…. think about how long it will take him to get these little pieces of cloth off. That pissed me off. I shot her an angry look and said – Mind your own business, and don’t forget your place. I am a married woman. She smiled and said – sorry if I am saying too much, but I am a married woman too. Which is why I am telling you, be careful. I told her to go do her work and stop talking too much. And fuming, I went back to the studio. I was so upset at Savitri, that I forgot to change.”

“Just as I was about to enter the studio, I overheard Balram and Shambhu talking. I heard my name so I stopped a couple of feet away to listen. Shambhu said – Shilpa seems quite hot. Balram said – She is good looking, I’ll give you that, but I bet she is a typical repressed middle class Indian girl. Shambhu said – Doesn’t seem so from what she is wearing. Balram said – Heh. She is doing that just to prove a point, and even then she is so scared and conscious about you looking at her. Her maid is more self-aware than her. Shambhu – Really?. Balram – Yeah, I bet this Shilpa has never seduced a man in her life. Just gone from momma’s house to hubby’s house.”

“They knew you were listening, didn’t they?” I asked.

“Yeah, in retrospect, I am sure they did.”

“So what happened next?”

“I walked in at this point, pretending that I hadn’t heard anything. I started painting again. And once more, Shambhu was staring at me, and Balram was just chattering away to Shambhu without looking at me too much. I finally decided to make Balram pay attention. I said to him – I need you to change your pose. I went close to him. Bent a little in the waist, and touched his chin with my hand and lifted his face upwards, and then moved it sideways. Now Balram was paying attention. His eyes were staring at my boobs which were partially displayed from the sides of the halter top.”

“Was he getting a hard-on?” I asked.

“I don’t think so. Anyway, just as I was doing that, Shambhu said – I am going to use the bathroom. I was standing between his chair and Balram’s chair. He could have gone from the other direction. But instead and I am sure on purpose, he squeezed behind me. In doing so, he very “innocently” bumped into me. Actually, it felt as if he pushed me. Whatever it was, it made me loose my footing and fall towards Balram.”

“The way I fell, my face went above Balram’s left shoulder, and my shoulder bumped into his chest. I was just about to regain my footing and get up when……” Shilpa paused.

“When what?” I asked.

“Well… very swiftly, Balram put his arms behind my back, pulled me down into his lap and….. kissed me. He kissed me hard, very passionately. First I tried to resist and free myself from his grasp. But he was too strong, and also, well, honestly, his kiss was too good to break out of. I stopped struggling in a few second and started kissing him back. Without realizing, I put my left hand on his almost bald head. We were like that, lip-locked for at least a minute. And finally he broke free for air and inhaled.”

“After he broke the kiss, I noticed Shambhu was standing behind him, with a wide smile on his face. Without looking at him, Balram said – Shambhu, you were going to the bathroom? Shambhu immediately walked out of the studio. I was still in Balram’s arms, resting on his lap….well part lap and part paunch…. with my hands around his neck. I was still reeling from the after effects of his kiss, a kiss that I would have never expected someone like him to be capable of.”

“As I lay there in his arms, he lowered his head and kissed me again, but this time, I felt his hand go lower and reach beneath my skirt. I was still lost in his kiss and I barely registered that he had taken my thong off. Then he broke his kiss and I felt his finger on my clit. I looked down and noticed with shock that he had flipped my tiny skirt above my waist, and my naked pussy was on full display. That’s when reality suddenly hit me. I realized what I was doing and I yelled – stop! let me go!”

“Did he let you go?” I asked.

“Yes” Shilpa said, “he did. I immediately got up and he started laughing. He said – I knew you are too frumpy to give in to your natural instincts for too long. I responded by saying – shut up. I am a married woman. And you just took advantage of me. He said – I took advantage? All you had to say was stop. As soon as you did, I let you go. He was right. So I just stood there, unable to say anything. Finally when I gathered some thoughts to say something, the door opened and Savitri walked in. She looked me at, standing there, and Balram sitting on the chair. I bent down to see and make sure my skirt was no still bunched up. To my relief, it was not. Wordlessly, I walked back to the canvas and picked up some brushes to decide which one to use next.”

“But as it happened, I was still very shaken at what had happened – how I had let a strange man kiss me. So my hands started trembling in nervousness, and suddenly the brushes all fell out of my hand and down on the floor and scattered around the half the room. Reflexively, I bent down, got on my hands and knees and started collecting them. I was so nervous and shaken that I didn’t realize….”

“That you had no panties on?” I completed her sentence. She nodded.

“And a lot of the brushes had fallen behind me, so my butt was facing Balram and Savitri. And with that tiny skirt having ridden up, my ass and my pussy were visible to both of them.”

I pictured the scene in my head. My beautiful wife’s sculpted and perfect butt, and usually shaven pussy, on display as she was on all fours, with a tiny skirt riding up. My erection now started coming to life.

“In a few seconds I realized what I was showing and I immediately stood straight. Looked behind cautiously. And I saw three faces with contrasting expressions. Balram was grinning ear to ear. Savitri was shaking her head knowingly. And Shambhu, who had entered the room without my realizing, had a hungry wolf expression on his face, with his tongue hanging out.”

“Did they fuck you then?” I asked, rubbing my erection over my pants.

“No. Not yet.” Shilpa replied.

“So what happened next?”

“I suddenly felt a sense of dread and panic overcome me. Immediately I said – umm…that’s it for today. I won’t be painting any more. Please leave. And I ran out of the studio and ran up to the bedroom. I rushed to the closet, and quickly put on underpants, a bra, trackpants and a loose t-shirt. As I came out of the bedroom, I saw Balram and Shambhu had left. And Savitri was sweeping the living room. When she saw me, she stopped sweeping and said – Memsaab, I told you…. but I interrupted her and said – You should go now, complete the cleaning tomorrow. She again said – But please listen.. and I interrupted her and yelled – Didn’t you hear me? Just go!”

“So what happened next?” I asked.

“At that point I had decided I had made a big mistake. I decided to end the portrait sessions. I called up Balram and told him, it’s done, don’t come over tomorrow. I am finished. He didn’t say anything. Said OK and hung up.”

“So…. how did he come back?” I asked.

“Remember the evening he dropped by for tea for the first time?” Shilpa asked.

“Yeah.” I answered.

“It was that day. I was going to tell you everything that very day, come clean and apologize. Because the damage had not been completely done. But I think he saw you come home and immediately landed up for a supposed “social visit”. The three of us had tea, snacks and talked about things. Well that time, when you went to the bathroom, he quietly handed me a note and whispered – read this as soon as you can. I put the note in my pocket and went to the bathroom after you. And read it in the bathroom. I was expecting an apology note.”

“Was it?” I asked.

“No!” Shilpa said. “It was a blackmail note. Well, sort of. He had written something like – I have no interest in seducing frumpy women like you. What happened today was just a small accident. Obviously, you have taken it too seriously and decided to cancel the portrait. I don’t care about seducing you. But I want that portrait completed to gift it to my daughter. So you ARE going to complete it. I am coming over tomorrow to pose for it. As soon as you read this note, come out and ask me what time I am coming tomorrow, as a sign that you are agreeing. If you don’t agree, I will mention all about today’s incident to your husband. In fact i will tell him I have slept with you. And if he doesn’t believe me, I will tell him about the mole on your left buttcheek.”

“Son of a bitch!” I said.

“Yes, so I had no choice. I came out and asked him what time we he was coming the next day. And he beamed and said noon.” Shilpa replied.

“So the next day he fucked you?” I asked. She smiled at me wistfully and said,

“If only he operated that simply. He didn’t want to blackmail or coerce me into sex. He wanted me to….” Shilpa trailed off.

“Wanted you to?” I asked.

“He wanted me to beg for it.” she said. “Anyway, I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

I sat there ruminating over the story she had told me. This seemed true. I was convinced that finally she was being truthful. But the manipulativeness of Balram stunned me. On one hand it angered me. But on the other hand, I had to admire how he had played Shilpa like a puppet from the word go. And clearly, there was a lot more to come.

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Us kay janay kay baad main us kay baray main soochati rahii oor woo din oor agla poora din main yahee sochatii rahi kay us koo phone karoon ya naheen phir main nay sham char bajay us ko phone kia oor salam kurnay kai baad khamosh ho gai , idhar udhar ki batain kurnay kai baad main nai us say kaha kai myri tabeehat theek naheen hai tumhara koi doctor dost hai to mujhay us ko dikhana hai, kahnay luga main aap ko subha lai jaoon ga, main nay kaha shkria oor kaha kai apni ummi ko naheen batana, woo bola kioon main nay kaha bus kaheen woo bura na muna lain, too kahny luga theek hai, uglay din main nai achii tarah apni phuddi kay ball saf kiay, nahai oor nia suit nikal kur pahna, hlka sa make up kia too wo aa gia, buchay school gay hooay thay, woo mujhay apni motor cycle pur bitha kur doctor kay pass lai gaya, uf main us kay pichay chipak kur baith gai, kia khushboo thi us kai badan ki, maira too sara jisam jalnay luga, doctor koo dikha kur jub hum wapis aa rahay thay too main nay us koo zor say pakar lia oor us kay badan main apnay badan ki gurmii dalnay ki koshish kurnay lugi, bohat maza aa raha tha, Ghur pohanchay too woo mujhay uttar kur janay luga mian nay kaha aisay kaisay tum ja saktay ho aaoo andar chaiy pii loo woo bola naheen pur main us ka hath pakar kur under lai gai oor us koo bitha kur main nay chadar utarri oor chaiy bana kur jub main under gai too main nai apni qameez kay ooper walay button khool diay oor us main say mairay gooray gooray mummay saff nazar aa rahay thay, chaiy dainay kay liay jub main jhuki too us ki nazar mairay mumoon pur thi, chaiy peetay peetay main nay apna aik hath sofay ki back pur rakh lia oor apni unglioon say us kay baloon main kunghi kurnay lugii us nay mairi taraf daikha too main nay flying kiss kur dii uff us nay shurma kur sir jhuka dia too main nay chaiy ka cup table pur rakha oor us kay nazdiik chalii gai oor us kay chahray koo ooper utha kur apnay gurm gurm hoont us kay khrdaray hoontoon pur rakh diay uffff, kia maza tha, doo saall baad main kissi murd koo choo rahi thii uff main nay apni zuban nikal kur us kay hoontoon ko choomna shroo kur dia.

Woo jhijak raha tha pur main too pagal ho gai thii main nay apnay doonoon hathoon say us ka chahra pakra hooa tha oor us kay hontoon koo choos rahi thii us kay hoontoon koo chat rahi thi oor apni gurm gurm zaban us kay moohn main daal rahii thi phir main nay apnay hath us ki shirt kai under dall diay oor us kii gurdan pur piar kurnay lagii, uff uss ki shirt kay button kholnay lugii ur phir us ki qameez utar di oor us ki banian bhi uttar di oor us koo apni banhoon main zor say daba kur us kay kanoon main apni zaban dalnay lugi abb us kay oath bhi mairi qamar pur thai oor woo hlkay hlky masaj kar raha tha, phir us nay mairi gurdan pur apnay hoont rakh diay oor mairi qameez ooper karnay luga ufff us kai hath jub mairi nungi skin koo chooaiy too mairay badan ki aag bharak uthii oor main nay uss kay kan pur hlkay say katt lia oor us ki gudan pur apnay dantt garr diayy, Uffff woo mairi qameez uttar raha tha mairi qameez uttar kur us nay mairay bra koo uttara oor mairay mummon ko apnay oathoon main pukar lia ahhhhhh oor apnay donoon hathoon say mairy mummoon kay nipples koo masalnay luga uffff oor phir us nay maira mumma apnay moohn main lai lia hayyyy oor chosnay luga waooo.

Mairay donoon hath us kai baloon main thay oor aankhain bund oor woo mairay mumoon koo bari bari choos raha tha ussssssss ufffffff Phir us nay mairi shalwar kay nalay pur hath dala oor ussay kholnay luga ufff uss nay nala khol kur mairii shalwar koo utarnay lugga us kay oath mujhay apni phudii pur mhsoos ho rahay thay uff mairi shalwar uttar kur woo apnay hathoon say mairi nungi tangoon pur phairnay lugga, haii main mur gai mairay moohn say suskari nikali oor phir woo mairii tangoon kay darmian baith gia oor mairi tangoon pur apnay hoont phairnay luga uff kia maza tha aisa maza too aaj tuk naheen aaya tha oor phir us nay mairi phuddi kay hoontoon pur apni ungli phairi oor apnay moohn main dal lii ufffffffffff ahhhhhh apni unglii geeli kur kay us nay mairi phuddi pur rakhi oor under kur diii haaaaaaaaaaa hooooooooo uffffffff mairi phudi kay hoont khool kur us nay apnay hoont us pur rakh diay haiii main gaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii janoooooooooo oor us nay apnii gurm gurm zanban mairi phuddi kay under dallll diii ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh mairi cheekh nikal gai oor main discharge hoo gaiiii ufffff woo mujhay 35min chatatta raha oor phir us nay apni pent uttarii uffff kitna gurm gurm lund tha us ka main nay apnay hathoon main pukar lia Abb us nay mujhay apnay ooper lata lia tha oor us ka gurm gurm lund mairi tangoon kay durmian tha oor hum aik doosray koo choom rahay thay woo apni zaban mairay moohn main dal raha tha oor main us ki zaban choos rahi thii, kuch dair isii tarah laitay laitay us nay mairi gand pur apnay hath rakh diay orr phir mairi tangain kholnay lugga too main sumajh gai ka woo mairay under karna chahta hai main thori si ooper hoi oor us ka gurm gurm lund pakar kar apni phuddi kay hoontoon pur ragra oor phir us ko hlkay say under lay lia, uffff hum donoon kay moohn say suskarii nikal gai, uff hum kuch dair issi tarrah laitay rahay oor phir under bahir kurnay lugay uff kia maza tha hum hulkay hulkay ooper neechay ho rahy thai woo poora lund under daal daitay orr phir aahista aahista ussay bahir nikaltay, mairay mummy us kay moohn main thay oor mairii gurdan pur us kay hath phirrahay thai ahhhh, kuch dair aahista aahista kurnay kay baad us nay mujhay neechay luttaya oor mairi tangain uthha kur apnay kandhoon pur rakheen oorr phir under dall dia uffffffff oorr apnay hoont mairay hontoon pur rakh diay oorr taiz taiz under bahir kurnay luggaa ufffffffffff us ka gurm lund mairi phuddii kai under tukkkk pohanch raha tha uffffffffff or jub woo under dalta too ajeeb sii sharp sharp ki awazz aa rahi thiiii main nay apnay hoont us ki gurdan pur rakh diay oor is kay shoulders koo chatnay or katnay lugggii ooorr apni phuddii koo us kay jhatkoon kay sath sath tight oor loose karnay lugii ufffff taiz taiz haann janooonn taiz jaldiii poora under kur kay haaaaannnnnnnnn zoor sayyyyyyyyy mairiii jannnnnnnnnnnnnnn mairi phuddddiiii kay under apnaaaa lundddd taiz zoor say jaldi jaldii hannnnn hum donoon taiz say taiz tur hotay gai oor aik dum us nay apna lund mairi phuddii say nikal orrr dise badal kur mairi phuddiii kayy under apni gurm gurm orr narm narm zaban daal di uffffffffffffffff orrr usss ka lunddd mairay hontoon ko touch kur raha tha phir us nay kaha janoon isssaayyy moohn main dall looo main nay us ka khurraa hoaaa oorrr geela geellaa jis main say mairi phuddi kay panii ki khushboo aa rahii thii apnay moohn main dal liaaaaaaaa uffffffffff wooo tazi say mairi phudddii chat raha tha oor main us ka lund choos rahi thii uff oor phir mujhay aisayy luggaa jaisay mairi jaaann nikal gai oor main us kay moohn mian discharge hoo gaiiiiiiii haiiiiiiiiii uffffffffff oor abhi main isssiii mazayyy main thiii kay us ka lund nay bhi mairay moohn main apni gharii creammmmm nikal diii oor maira poora moohn us kiii gurmmm gurrrmm munnnii say bhur giaaaaaaaaa uffffffffffffffffffffff kuch dair hum issii tarahh laitay rahay oor phirrrr usssss nay mairay hontoon pur apnay hoont rakh diay or mairay hontoon say mairay moohn say apna mukhan cahtnay lugaaaaaaa ufffffffffffffffffff kia maza aaayaaa mairii jannnnnn Woo din oor aaj ka din hum hur waqat issii talash main hotay hain kay kub mooqaa milay or hum aik dosray kaa pannii pannii kur dainnnnnn ufffff .

My Ritu

Recently one of my friends told me about this site. After visiting this I wish to share the readers a real incident took place in my life. I am Anil, 23 years of age and working as manager in a private financial institution at Thiruvananthapuram. Our head office is at Chennai. There were 5 staffs including me there. Two months back one peon retired. On compassionate ground the authorities decided to post his daughter Ritu at my office, since he was a loyal worker and his financial condition was very poor. She was a well qualified girl. Other staff includes two more than middle aged gents and an old lady. Ritu was a very beautiful girl of 21 years. She looked equally beautiful in sari and churidar. But she looked sexy in nice silk sari. Often I wondered that the Miss world or Miss Universe will not be any match for her. Her body structure and contours were like an excellent work of an expert sculptor. She was so perfect in all sense. Her voice was so sweet and smile was a real beauty. Her body language was also very attractive. She was very calm and quiet. From the very first day she joined the office I had an eye on her. But I don’t know how to proceed as I was totally in experienced in this subject. I used to secretly admire her body whenever she comes near me.

It was one month over after her joining and at the end of the month I was preparing for an inspection from head office. Suddenly to my great shock I noticed a serious error which can cause a huge loss of lacks of rupee. It was an error by Ritu. I could not control myself and called her to my room.I lashed out at her. She got terrified when I told her that she has to compensate the loss or face trial at the court. She started weeping like a little girl. She pleaded me to save her. I said I could find no idea to correct that. Tears were running from her eyes and literally she fell on my feet pleading to rescue her. As she did not get up from my feet I lifted her up by her shoulder. Even though it was a spontaneous action, it triggered my nerves. Still she was pleading with folded hands. I thought that it was a chance and decided in mind to solve the problem at any cost. I told her I will do my best to save her, but she also should cooperate. I asked her go home and assured her that I will call her after finding out some way. As other staff left office a little earlier nobody else was aware of this.

I remained at the office and started exploring ways to find some solution. At last, with the help of some good friends at the head office I could correct the error. It thrilled me. And evil spirit started working on me. I decided to capitalize this event. It was about 10 PM, I called her and asked her to come to my house next day and help me to sort out this. She immediately agreed.

Next day was Sunday. I was a bachelor and was living alone in the house. I decided every thing in mind and waited for her. Exactly at 9’O clock she arrived. I just pretended to be busy with my laptop. I greeted her with a smile. This I think relieved her tension a little. She was in a blue sari which always I loved to see her in. I asked to sit her and asked what she likes to drink. But she asked me whether I got any solution. I gave her a glass of juice and asked to drink it first. She drank it in one stretch which showed her tension. She said sir…. .I said, “ there is a way out and it will be under my risk but I wish you will be thankful for it. She replied “sir I promise”. I asked her to come near me to explain in laptop how the project can be worked out. She came near. While working on the laptop I purposely touched her hands. I think she took it as accidental. After explaining I slowly took her arm in my hands. She was a little shocked. I continued ‘you know, I rescued you from a severe problem, otherwise you could have even jailed, is it?”. She said ‘yes sir I am thankful to you’. I said ‘then show me your thankfulness Ritu’. She did not reply. I think she had understood my intension. But she was helpless and no other way than to obey me. I slowly touched her shoulders. She did not protest. This increased my confidence and I pulled her close to me and embraced. I took her hand and led to my bed room. I started kissing her cheeks, forehead, neck and hands. This made her a little hot. Slowly I pulled down the sari from shoulder. She tried to set it right. But I whispered in her ear that I am going to undress her. She sank her face down due to shyness. Now I was eager to see her nudity. I pulled off her sari. She was wearing a blue blouse with low cut in front so that a part of her bosom was visible. More over due to sweating the blouse was drenched and the bra was clearly visible. My hands moved to the buttons and unhooked them. Now her upper part was covered only with the white bra. Her boobs were big and it was not fully fitting inside it. Then the skirt was untied to leave her in bra and panties. It was a marvelous site. The panties was almost like a thong and it barely covered her fleshy butts. She stood with her head down as I watched her standing backward. Now once again I hugged her and now she also started responding slightly. Our lips came close and I took her upper lips between my lips and sucked. This sent triggers in her nerves as she held me tight. I continued exploring her mouth. She cooperated well. I asked her to undress me. Even though she was reluctant initially, she had done the job well by pulling out my lunki and T-shirt. I was in a blue jetty. Inside that my member was rock hard and was ready to penetrate any thing. I controlled myself and started exploring every point of her body with my tongue and lips. She started moaning slightly. I reached her thighs and put my face over her asset. I know she was enjoying it. My hands cupped her boobs and caressed it over the bra. My eagerness to see her nude reached the limits. I asked her to close her eyes for a minute. This time was enough for me to leave her in the birthday suit. I watched and enjoyed that marvelously carved body. Her boobs were in perfect shape, big sized and touched each other at the middle. Nipples were small but well protruded. Belly was almost flat with a circular naval at the lower end. The thighs were white and fleshy. Turning to the back, she possessed good shaped butts. Her pussy was clean shaved. It was triangular in shape and bulged very much above the thighs and belly. There were no aberrations in that part.

On my request, though hesitatingly she took off my jetty. Due to shyness she turned her head away to avoid the sight of my dick. I took her right boob in my hands and began chewing the left nipple. She moaned aa..ahha ngha like. Slowly my other hand reached her butts. Fingers explored the gap of the folds and ran over the anal area. This caused her to jerk. She held me tighter and her leg came round my legs and pressed hard. I took her in my arms like a baby and kissed her pussy and slightly bit it. This sent shockwaves in her and she shrugged. Then I laid her on the bed with her face down. I came over her and started kissing from shoulder to heels. I bit the butts and made the mark of teeth on it. She kicked her legs and turned over. Again within no time I was over her. I held down her both hands and kissed her lips. Though at first she tried to turn way, but finally she took her part well by exploring my mouth. Now I was sure that she had become hot. My tongue explored her all the way from lips to toe. As we kiss passionately my hands reached her “samosa”. It ran over there smoothly and ultimately parting the lips, the index finger went slight into her hole. At this moment she bit my lips harder indicating that she enjoyed it. I could not control myself more and parted her legs wide and positioned in between them. My dick was grown to 9 inches and throbbing. Slowly I pushed the rod in. It was tight and I forced a little making her scream and it went in simultaneously. At the beginning I inserted the dick only halfway and pumped slowly. She started responding by holding me harder and pinching my butts. Gradually the pumping frequency increased and inserted deep. She was uttering something and making noises. After about five minutes pumping I took the erected dick out and lied down on my back. Surprisingly within no time she came upon me and tried to take me in. But due to her inexperience it was not easy. I lifted her butts and put my ‘man’ in. She sat on my dick facing me and started moving herself up and down. I cupped her big boobs and handled it a little harsh. But she enjoyed it. Her speed went up high making me afraid, that my rod will be pulled away. She tightened around the base of the rod with her strong pussy mussels and squeezed it while moving up. This sent electric current in my whole body. She was exerting all her force on me. Often I feared that I may come. This went on for minutes until she collapsed and fell over me with my rod in her. We were idle for a few minutes. Then I slowly pushed her on the bed with her back up. Climbing on her I parted her legs and pulled her up to her knees. She was still in half sense. But her hands started working on my dick and it regained its brutal strength again. After putting on a KS the rod started exploring her anal area. She seemed a little protesting. But I didn’t care and pushed the rod in. Though initially a little hard, I pushed with more vigor and it went fully in making her scream once again. Without minding her I continued my job. Again turned her on her back and started pumping her pussy hole. She pleaded for making softer, but I became faster and faster. She was uttering something and moaning loud. I reached the final moment and with all my force I pushed my rod deep in. All over and we both sank to a deep sleep. When I got up it was 1 O’clock. She was asleep with her legs stretched wide. I kissed the pussy wet with perspiration. Within sometime she got up, we had meals at a hotel and dropped her home.

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THIS STORY IS FROM MY GF, IN HER WORDS, SO HERE IS THE STORY,,,,,,,,,,,

I was really shocked to hear the words from my hubby’s boss.

“I will not”. I replied.

It all happened 3 months ago. My husband Rohith was transferred to Delhi soon after we purchased a new 3 bedroom flat in Bangalore. He lived there for only a week when he was transferred. He tried his level best to cancel the transfer order, but his boss Mr.Sharma was unyielding.

After he left for Delhi my son (5 yrs studying in I Std) and myself were left alone in the flat. Rohith will come once in a month and will be with us for 3 to 5 days before going back. We also could not go along with him to Delhi due to my son’s school and moreover I don’t want to rent out the new flat to somebody else.

Rohith’s absence was creating its own problems. I started missing him very much and our sex life also. Even though I am 30 now, I’m considered to be attractive and have always taken good care of myself. I’m proud to say most men find my pretty face attractive, but my full breasts (36d), flat stomach, and my firm bottom get the most attention, although I have to admit I’ve never really dressed to show them off. I’m not really old fashioned and I normally used to be in the traditional south indian saree, salwar kameez and occasionally in Jeans and top.

As per one of Rohith’s friend suggestion I visited Mr.Sharma to request him personally about bringing back Rohith. Two weeks later I got a call from his office to meet him. I saw that Mr Sharma had a very large office with a private room next to it. Mr Sharma called his secretary to bring the transfer documents for his signature. He intently re-read the papers and showed me the transfer orders waiting for his signature.

“You got nice black long hair, Sheela. I love long hair.” Mr Sharma said and I was totally surprised. In fact I did not know what to say.

“And Sheela er… you.. are.. very beautiful…”. I was feeling embarrassed by this open statement so I just smiled at him. Maybe because of this he was encouraged him to say, “You are so beautiful, you look like that new heroine Aishwarya Rai”.

” Oh… No sir . I am not that beautiful”

“Of course you are. You are very fair, I meant you are sexy looking like Aishwarya Rai”, said Mr. Sharma.

Then he got bolder and started saying “You are very beautiful, your face is soo sexy and your figure is very sexy too. Seeing you makes me very uncomfortable”.

He continued now looking directly and openly at my breasts “You have a beautiful body and making love to you will be like making love to a goddess. My heart was pounding very fast now, and my body became tense as my fear grew.

I felt angry at his openness and felt nervous as my gaze settled on his lecherous eyes. “I have been thinking about you for the last 2 weeks. You know that?”

“Real nice boobs,” he sighed. “Nice body, in fact. Even though you have a child but you have a nice body. Hard to see what your boobs look like with that blouse on though. Why don’t you open your blouse and let me see.”

I was really shocked to hear the words from my hubby’s boss.

” I will not”. I replied

“You will not? I am not hurting you Sheela. I am not touching you. I just wanted to see your nice boobs, that is all. I wanted to see if you got nice tits like you got a nice body.”

“Leave me alone!” I cried, got up from my seat and wanted to leave the room.

“Pleeease Sheela, pleasee can I see your breasts, please just once, I promise I will only look, please I am desperate to see your big breasts please…..” he carried on and on.

And then he dropped the bombshell ” If you leave the room without showing your boobs to me, I will not sign these transfer papers. Sheela, if you leave now, and don’t show me, I’ll make sure that your husband will not return to bangalore as long as I am here. He’ll be transferred to Delhi, Mumbai and Chandigarh for another couple of years. Now sit down.” Mr.Sharma said calmly. I glared at him, then sat back down. “How can you do that!” I cried.

I sat in the chair without knowing what else to do, trembled and began to cry. “I’ll never do it! I’ll tell your wife, I’ll tell General Manager! You’re crazy if you think I’m going to show my breasts to you!!” I glared at him with hate in my eyes.

Mr.Sharma replied calmly “Oh! You’ll do a lot more than show your breasts to me. As for telling my wife, she won’t believe you as nobody else has complained to her before. As you telling General Manager, I will tell him that you are alleging this to defame me. I will also tell him that Rohith has to be in Delhi for this particular project. My boss will understand that. Then I’ll sue you and your husband for defamation of character. Then he will have to quit and I’ll make sure that he will not get any other job in Bangalore! So Sheela, my darling, get over here, stop talking and show me your boobs!” He laughed.

I was stunned. He had it all figured out. I wanted so much to get out of there, but I wanted my husband to get back to bangalore as well as not loose the job. We needed the money for repayment of the flat and my son’s education. I sat there thinking and thinking. As I realized my situation I whispered. “If, I show you my breasts now, you’ll sign the transfer papers?” “Yes, immediately and your Rohith will be back with you in a week’s time. Now close and lock the door and get over here and show me!” I sat there with shock in my eyes. Slowly, I realized I had no choice. I am going to do it. I am going to do this for my husband whom I loved. Reluctantly I got up, locked the door and turned to face him. He was smiling triumphantly. As I slowly walked towards him he said, “Take your blouse off”. I despised him and what I was about to do and glared at him with hatred. I needed my husband back in Bangalore

Mr. Sharma grinned, got up from his seat and came near me and touched my hair.

“Real nice hair,” Mr.Sharma said.

His fingers slid through my hair with growing possessiveness. I was sniffling and trembling and looking down at the ground as he slid the pallu of my saree off my shoulders. I was wearing a pink blouse with floral patterns. He looked at it for a few moments.

“Looks like you got nice boobs in there, Sheela. Could I see them? Huh? I’d really like to see them.”

I wept harder.

“I think that blouse would tear in pieces if I try to open it. How about you open your blouse and let me see them. huh? Come on. Open it. Just unhook the blouse for me, Sheela. Come on. Do it.”

I was terrified that he’d hurt me, and my fingers moved, trembling and shaking to the hooks. I wanted to shout for help but my mouth has gone dry and no voice was coming up. My mind was flaming with humiliation and I couldn’t think straight. Now all I wanted was my hubby back home and Mr.Sharma has promised that he will look at my breasts and nothing else.

One by one I unhooked my blouse, shaking and whimpering, dazed and fearful.

“Nice lacy bra, but I want to see what kind of nipples you got. Let’s see, Sheela baby. Let’s see the nipples.”

I unclipped the bra and then let it slide aside, covering myself with hands. The tears streaming down my cheeks blurred my eyes, as I stood miserably in front of him.

“Let’s see them,” he demanded. I slowly, tremblingly, pulled my hands apart and down, my head bowed, body shaking.

“They’re nice and pink, I love them. Do they get real big when your hubby sucks them? Huh? Huh? Hey, Play with them, Sheela. Pinch them and roll them in your fingers. I want to see them hard.”

Dazedly, I did what he ordered, my hands going to my breasts, slowly rubbing my nipples as he looked down on them.

“Why don’t you take off the blouse and bra?. I want to see how nice you look without them. Mr.Sharma’s hands touched my clothes again, pushing my blouse over my shoulders, along with my bra. They all slid down my arms and dropped off onto the floor, leaving me naked from the waist up.

“Now the saree.”

“Please,No” I moaned.

“What?”

“Please. Please don’t,” I wept.

“The saree, Sheela baby. Remove the saree.”

His voice and presence were so menacing I thought I might faint.

My hands quickly undid my saree from the petticoat and it slid down to the floor.

“Now remove the petticoat and panty if you are wearing any. I want to see you naked or else I will not sign the papers”

I pushed them down, sobbing now, gut wrenching sobs that made the tears drop down onto my naked breasts.

“Sheela baby. Look at that pussy. Sure you have shaved it nice. Nice body. Nice bottom. You ever suck your hubby’s cock?” Answer me!”

“No.” I said gulped.

“You are lying Sheela baby. I know you have. Ever take a cock down your throat?”

“Noooo,” I wept.

“You’re going to, Sheela baby,” he said, leaning closer. “If you want your hubby back from Delhi”

“When Rohith is not here you will be masturbating. Is it not?. Let me see you stick your finger up your cunt. Go on. Do it or I will. Push your finger right up your cunt hole.”

I did not know what to do. Suddenly I am in a daze and I obeyed him without thinking anything.

“Do it!” he commanded. My hand slipped down to my pussy and I eased a trembling finger inside my pussy lips, wincing as I pushed my finger up into my tight, dry vagina.

“Deeper. Bury it up your pussy, Sheela baby. Yeah, that’s it. Pump your fingers. Beat your little pussy, baby. Spread your legs more, Sheela. Wider. I want to see those hard pink nipples sticking out as you get hot. Yes. Look at them. Look how hard they are, all hard and waiting to be sucked.”

My nipples were hard, for I was freezing in the air conditioned office, trembling and shaking in the cold air.

“Sheela baby,” he leered at me. ” I think you want this, don’t you?” .He grabbed my hand and put my hand against his hardening erection.

“Don’t you? Bet you want it up that tight, wet pussy of yours, huh? Or maybe you want it up your ass? ”

I wept and said nothing.

” Yes Sheela, you are damm sexy”, he said opening his zipper swiftly and brought out his erect penis in the open, ” See, how much I get uncomfortable”

“Come here!” He ordered. My heart was beating rapidly as I went along with him to the adjoining room.. His pants were undone and his cock and balls were exposed. His cock was long, thick and rock hard. He sat on the edge of the bed in the room and smiled up at me with conquest. “Get down on your knees in front of me and suck my penis. Suck it good and your husband will be back in Bangalore. Suck it bad and he will be on tour always.” I looked down at the hard penis. I sank to my knees before the half naked Mr.Sharma. He put a hand on one of my tits. I was shocked. Involuntarily, I backed away. “NO no no!” Mr.Sharma laughed, “no titties, no transfer!” Almost crying, I moved back to him. He put his hand back on my breast. He squeezed it hard, feeling my nipple become erect. First, his palm pressed against my enlarged nipple. Then, he tweaked it between his thumb and forefinger. He kneaded my soft tit flesh as I kneeled before him obediently. He squeezed and pinched my naked boobs. I remained on my knees before him, naked and in shock as his hand worked on my breast. As he moved over to my other tit, I started to cry. Mr.Sharma chuckled as he continued to feel me up. Then he said, “ahh poor little baby Sheela. She needs something to suck on. Come here baby, suck on this!” He moved his hand to the back of my head and pulled me towards his erect cock. “Please no!” I pleaded as his cockhead touched my lips, “Please don’t make me do this!” “Shut up Sheela and start sucking! Do it now or I will tear your husband’s transfer order!” Mr.Sharma laughed at me. Still crying, I reached up and took his cockshaft in my soft hand and began stroking it. I ran my fingers up and down his hard cockshaft. I thought if I stroked it enough, he’d ejaculate before I had to suck him. I moved my hand to his balls and gently caressed them. “Quit delaying and suck my cock!” Mr.Sharma commanded. Ashamed but knowing I had no choice, I moved my face to his cock-head. I was sickened and my heart was beating rapidly as my silky tongue tentatively emerged between my soft lips. Then, ever so slowly, my tongue touched the underside of his cock. Unsure of myself, I licked cautiously at his hard shaft, then, my lips caressed his prick. I licked his cock from his cockhead to its root and back to his cockhead. Still sobbing, I opened my mouth wide, moved my lips to his cockhead and sucked his penis into my warm, watery mouth. I tasted the old Mr.Sharma’s penis. My moist, watery mouth covered his cock shaft with hot saliva. His mushroom shaped cockhead grew larger and more rigid with each passing second. The rhythmic sucking and milking of my soft velvety mouth made Mr.Sharma’s penis continue to enlarge. He was moving his hips back and forth as my cocksucking mouth aroused him further. Finally, his cock was fully erect. I had long since stopped crying. “Oh yes Sheela baby,” Mr.Sharma panted, “Suck on my cock.” I found his words strangely exciting. Now, as I continued to suck his cock, Mr.Sharma slid his hand onto my chest and explored my breasts. As I sucked, his fingers traced my breasts, his fingers were rubbing and kneading the proud erect knobs of my nipples. Then he palmed my nipple. I sucked harder, driven by his hands on my flesh, my lips tightly around his thick cock. He stated groaning as I continued to stroke the base of his prick and suck on his cockhead. Then I took more of his penis into my soft wet mouth. I licked and kissed the underside from the base of his cock to its head. When my lips returned to his cockhead, there were drops of pre-cum oozing out. I licked his pre-cum and swallowed it. The sexy act of sucking Mr.Sharma’s penis was affecting me. Although I tried to reason that this was not really sex, my nipples were hard and erect, my pussy quivering and throbbing, discharging hot pussy juices inside my thighs. I was getting very hot and I now wanted desperately to please Mr.Sharma. I wanted to taste his cock juice.

I bobbed my head back and fourth trying to mouth fuck Mr.Sharma. I started to develop a rhythm of bobbing up and down and then licking the side of his thick long cock. I alternated between sucking near the head and kissing and licking further down from mid cock to the base where my hand was gently stroking and milking his penis. When my lips next neared the root, Mr.Sharma panted, “suck my balls!” I obeyed. Still jerking his cockshaft with my hand I moved my mouth over to his cum filled balls and licked at his scrotum sack. Then I sucked one of his balls, his cock tasted of raw sex. My tongue and lips worked to devour his one juice filled ball, then switched to the other. When I thought I had sucked on his balls enough and Mr.Sharma looked satisfied, I kissed and licked each one gently before returning my mouth to his cockhead. Meanwhile Mr.Sharma was kneading my breasts, he was moaning and moving his hips, trying to push more of his cock into my mouth. As his cock passed back and forth between my lips, my tongue licked and flicked at the underside of his prick. I felt his cock getting bigger and hotter. He began fucking my mouth faster and faster, faster and faster. On each stroke, he pushed more of his cockmeat down my throat than the previous time. My moist tender lips grasped tighter and tighter around his glistening prick as my warm wet mouth took more and more of his huge shaft. After a few minutes, he held my head steady, and pumped his entire cockshaft rapidly in and out of my mouth. He fucked my accepting mouth for several minutes, driving his cock deep in my throat.

My mouth was opened as wide as possible, my lips were tight against that massive cock. I felt the huge cock head slide down my throat. His precum was lubricating my throat as I was determined to suck Mr.Sharma’s dick. He ordered me to suck his dick and I was obliging. This chauvinist pig was screaming for me to suck his huge cock and against all my normal thoughts I did, what I was told. I sucked his cock as fast and hard as I could. I knew my mouth could not do what my pussy could. The intense thoughts sent a rush through my body that I could not stop.

As I continued to suck his huge cock in and out of my mouth, Mr.Sharma continued to tell me suck his dick. The thought of stopping didn’t enter my mind as he had me under a spell, I swallowed his big cock deep down my throat and sucking hard.

I couldn’t keep up anymore. The massive size of his cock was getting the best of me and I was slowing down. Mr.Sharma was also close to ejaculating his juice as I felt a sticky string of pre cum from the tip of his cock to my mouth. I had tasted only my husband yet I yearned for the salty fluid. I drank from Mr.Sharma’s mammoth cock. I gave him all I had and he was ready to pour down his cock juice. He then slid his thick prick deep inside my mouth, and filled me up with his pent-up passion juice. I gulped all his love cream in my mouth. My mouth was filled with his cum and his cum was dripping from my lips down on to my breasts. Mr.Sharma then slowly kissed my lips with his cum on it and slowly bent down to kiss my breasts, which was topped with his juice. He started to lick downwards over my cunt and gave me a sizzling tounge lick, making my cunt swell with desire and my clitoris was prominently showing my hot mood.

Mr.Sharma then led me to the bed and flung me like a rag doll on it. I lay on my back, my breasts heaving and my legs wide open, my cunt-lips swollen and my cunt wet with my own fluids. As I lay on my back, I could feel Mr.Sharma’s hands begin to caress the silkiness of my inner thighs. As passion continued to fill my hot zone, I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to have another man than my hubby taste my love juice and that thought sent my mind in a naughty fit of desire. By the time, his hand was now inside me, with one of his fingers moving into the opening of my cunt. As my pussy got wetter and hotter, he just continued to insert more fingers. Finally I managed myself to moan, “Mr.Sharma, we have to stop, please!, I’m getting so hot, we shouldn’t continue more!” Mr.Sharma responded by moving his mouth down my stomach and tried to mouth over my clit. My God! He was going to eat my pussy! When he began to press his mouth over my clit, I finally stopped him and told him it is getting late and I couldn’t let that happen. Mr.Sharma said he understood and again promised me, he wouldn’t do anything, I didn’t want him to do and would stop when I said so. He promised me no one would know. I simply moaned that he shouldn’t carry on further & should stop once for all, once he finished tasting my pussy. The smell of my sex was thick in the air and my soaked pussy was looking for more. I just had to feel this sensation of his mouth on my opening. Gently, Mr.Sharma pushed me onto my back on the bed. He pulled my legs open and slid my body down so that my hips were at the edge. Mr.Sharma placed each of my legs over his shoulders and moved his hands under my buttocks, lifting my wide-spread pussy up for his inspection. With just a tentative small lick, he extended his tongue and licked the insides of my thighs, tracing the lines that creased the juncture between thigh and pussy. At the bottom of each stroke, Mr.Sharma found an abundance of my heated sexual flow. It seemed the more he licked it away, the more came to replace it. There seemed to be an unending supply of the hot slick stream of my pussy juice. My pussy lips, swollen and gaping open from my arousal, drew Mr.Sharma’s attention. He lowered his mouth and ran his tongue up and down the inside of one lip and then the other. As he neared their tops, he lightly brushed his lips across the swollen clitoris. Moving downward, Mr.Sharma extended his tongue to its full length and sought out my inner depths. Using his tongue as a probe, he found the entrance to my hot hole, the channel into my inner sexual recesses. He drove his tongue into the hole, plumbing its depths as far as his tongue could extend. He pushed the tongue in and out, acting out the motion that his throbbing penis was aching to perform. His fingers moved into my pussy and pushed my pussy-lips open. My hips arched and he slid his finger into my slit. I groaned and my hips pumped as he masturbated me. Mr.Sharma smiled at me, licking and kissing my body. His tongue rippled through my navel and I whimpered and my legs jerked wide. He again went lower still till his face was between my thighs. I groaned eagerly and lifted my hips high, my finger pulled my pussy-lips open.(PART 1 FINISHED)

Dear all I am regular reader of ISS, and many stories I have seen which inspired me to write my life experience when I was working in a leading telecom company in USA. I am RAJA, any female, who need a good friend in USA, especially in California, who want to have sex with me can mail me at [email protected]

Dear all I am regular reader of ISS, and many stories I have seen which inspired me to write my life experience when I was working in a leading telecom company in USA. I am RAJA, any female, who need a good friend in USA, especially in California, who want to have sex with me can mail me at [email protected]

HERE IS THE PART 2 OF THE STORY,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,”Ohhhh….. Mr.Sharma! Lick my pussy!” I begged.

Then Mr.Sharma removed my fingers away and pulled my pussy-lips wide with strong, thick fingers. He slid his tongue out and licked my slit as I gasped and arched hard, my mouth jerking open, my head arching back. My hands flew to my breasts and I crushed them taut. Mr.Sharma’s tongue rippled up and down my wet pussy. His tongue swirled and rolled, twisted this way and that, flicked at my gorged clitoris. I gasped and I bit back of my hand to keep from screaming, writhing and thrashing erotically on the bed, my hips bucking and jerking. Mr.Sharma’s tongue narrowed to a sharp spade point and he pressed it deep into my pussy. My hips bucked savagely.”Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes!” I cried.

My head jerked to one side, my mouth was wide open, my eyes were closed, my nostrils flared. My breathing was ragged and heavy. I clenched Mr.Sharma’s head, pinning it in my pussy. Mr.Sharma slid two fingers into my pussy and started tongue- and finger-fucking me simultaneously. I went wild. My body thrashed and heaved on the bed, my head jerking from side to side, my back arching and falling, my breasts bouncing as I rocked and jerked up and down as though I was being fucked.

“Oh god yes do it do it … ohhh god yes … lick my cunt, darling! Ohhh yes!”

Mr.Sharma’s tongue was superbly practiced. He maneuvered it in my pussy-flesh skillfully, flicking at my clitoris, rippling up and down my pussy, licking my cunt-lips, jabbing in and out. His tongue took different shapes, worked at different lengths. His head rolled and moved up and down between my thighs as his fingers pumped and wriggled in my cunt. I clenched his head and moved it round and round in my pussy, hissing in pleasure as the waves of pleasure steadied to a rhythm. I caressed my swollen breasts excitedly.

“Mmm … yes … oh that’s wonderful, Mr.Sharma … yes … oh fuck yes… god … ohhh yes … do it, lover … lick my slit! Ahhh yes!”

His tongue never stopped whipping and dancing up and down, in and out. Then he would pause to suck at my clitoris again. I wasn’t sure how he did what he did next, but I felt my clitoris between his lips and began to rapidly stroke his tongue back and forth across it. I again bit back of my hand to keep from screaming. I realized that he had perhaps two fingers of his hand inside me. But I didn’t care, because at that moment, I experienced the most intense orgasm and my hips came off the bed wildly at his face. My hands, one on the back of his head, the other at my mouth was waving almost uselessly. My eyes rolled back and my toes curled down- ward. I remember saying things through my heaving breaths like, “Yes, Oh, Mr.Sharma. Oh yes.” and every now and then I hooted out a ,”hooooomm…mmm …ohhhh…” and such as that. As the throes of release began to fade Mr.Sharma continued to lick as I just stroked his head. The hand over my mouth was now in repose across my eyes to shut out the light which seemed to have become somehow too intense to look at. Next Mr.Sharma lifted his head to look up over my body to my flushed face. I could hear his fingers being removed from my squishy wet pussy. “Like it?” Mr.Sharma asked. “Love it.” I affirmed.

Finally, he stopped his oral ministrations and took my legs and put them back on the bed. He simply continued to kneel at my feet, waiting for me to recover from the ecstasy that had overwhelmed me. I gave him a weak little smile.

” Sheela you taste like nectar,” Mr.Sharma said. “It’s like honey from a hive.”

He kissed me and said, “You are so sexy, I want to make love to you.”

Now I know what is going to happen and suddenly I also had an idea. ” Sorry Mr.Sharma, I will not allow that” I replied.

“Sorry?. Sheela! If you don’t allow then I will not sign your husband’s transfer order.”

Then I said. ” Sign the transfer order and then make love to me.”

But Mr.Sharma knows that once he signs the paper he will not have any control over me. But he does not know that I will “go all the way” for getting the papers signed.

Then I thought that I will give Mr.Sharma an erotic show and force him to sign the transfer order. I slowly rubbed my slick pussy and pressed my hard clit between my wet labia. I was feeling very sexy and spread my legs as if to allow some unseen admirer to peak one me and watch my pussy. In my minds eye my admirer was a small virgin boy aged 17 (“Have you read that story?”) and I could see him licking his lips with anticipation. Lost in my daydream I started to squeeze my tits and pull my now erect nipples making me very hot. I really gave my breasts a workout as my hand went between my legs and stroked my pussy. Soon I was having another orgasm as my fingers pumped my soaking pussy and then again I viciously frigged my clit with my thumb and worked on my now swollen breasts with my other hand. As I descended from the heights of my climax I sensed Mr.Sharma standing opposite me watching my self fulfillment with obvious lust. I knew from Mr.Sharma’s expression he was appreciating the show. Next I briefly rubbed my mound slipping my finger over my clit. Moving to the edge of the bed where Mr.Sharma was standing I let him have a long looks at my full tits and firm hard body. When Mr.Sharma put his arm around my shoulders I know that he will do whatever I wanted him to do. But I have to lead him on thinking that he can fuck me only when he signed the transfer orders. I leaned into him and kissed his mouth. Mr. Sharma was an expert seducer and he softly caressed my shoulders with his hand as he cupped my breast and fondled me to frenzy. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths as I reached for and found his cock, cupping the balls and fondling them.

“C’mon, Sheela! Suck my cock head!” he grunted.

I fondled his penis lovingly, masturbating him with a steady rhythm. His penis throbbed and stirred and began to swell. I licked it gently, steadily, and then my lips parted and slipped about the cock-head. He grunted and grinned and moved my head up and down. I sucked his cock steadily, then faster and faster. His erection ballooned in my mouth. Rising, I squeezed my breasts in a sheath around his cock and masturbated him briefly with my breasts before resuming sucking his cock.

“Mm, yeh … suck it … suck it good, Sheela,” he murmured. “Mm … yeh … that’s it … suck it … suck it, my love!”

I whimpered deep in my throat, caressed my breasts and my hand slid into my pussy and I masturbated gently. After several minutes, Mr.Sharma pushed my head away.

“Time to fuck, Sheela,” he chuckled. “Come on.”

I got to my feet and, turning around, went to his desk. I took Rohith’s transfer paper in my left hand and my right hand stroked my pussy.

” You can fuck this honey filled pussy, Mr.Sharma if you sign the paper now. I am not a cheat like you, and I will surely let you fuck me. But if you do not sign I am going home. Don’t think you can fool me all the time. If you sign now, maybe we can have a good time later also.”

I showed him the transfer paper in my left hand and my right hand was caressing my body. I think Mr. Sharma was getting hot seeing me rubbing myself, my hand rolling over my flat belly and then moving along to stroke the insides of my thighs, moving ever closer to my now sopping pussy. As my clit got harder, my pussy became swollen with passion and hot slippery love juice flowed across my pussy lips and down my thigh. I moaning with pleasure slipped a finger into my pussy and began slowly fucking myself as I watched for any reaction from Mr.Sharma. As my finger became covered with my love juice, I raised it to my mouth and run my tongue around it licking off my juices before returning it to my cunt continuing to fuck myself. My pussy got hotter and hotter, swelling with the love juices flowing as I watched Mr.Sharma’s cock getting very hard. Suddenly I cried “Oh Goddd I”m cumming again. “.

” Yes My Sheela darling. I will sign the paper for you. And then I will fuck you”. Mr.Sharma said excitedly

I went near him, and lifted my breasts with my hands in wanton offering.

” Yes. Mr.Sharma ,” I murmured. “Fuck me.”

Smiling slightly, Mr.Sharma took the papers. He went to his desk and at last signed the papers. I went along with him and took back the papers to put it inside my handbag

” Now are you happy? Sheela darling.”

” Yes Mr.Sharma. I am very happy that my Rohith will be with me very soon”

Mr.Sharma tilted my face to his and kissed me, slowly, deeply, and sexily. His big hands slid up my curved body and cupped my breasts. My fingers trickled down his belly and caressed the penis and balls gently, deftly. He caressed and squeezed my breasts. Groaning, I bent my head and sucked his nipples gently, teething and tonguing them. Mr.Sharma smiled slightly and said.

“God, I want you Sheela,” he murmured. “I want you!”

” Ohh…. Mr.Sharma. I almost forgot. We can’t make love now. I don’t have any contraceptives with me and I will get pregnant. We will have this later.” I said hoping that he will also agree to this. At last I can escape from this treacherous man.

” Don’t worry. Sheela. I am always prepared”. He replied with a wicked smile

He pulled open a hidden cabinet under the bed. It was filled with many condoms and other oils. Now I was sure that he was fucking other woman employees of his company as well. When Rohith told me about Mr.Sharma and his misdeeds I did not believe him. I could not believe that he was a womanizer since he had a wife, two teenaged daughters and a son.( One of his daughter became my lesbian lover later)

” I will put on this thin condom so that I can feel your warm pussy on me.” He smiled like a devil.

Mr.Sharma pushed me onto my back on the bed. Then he began rubbing his cock on my pussy. Then his buttocks flexed slowly and his hips swung forward. His cock-head squeezed between my cunt-lips, and burst into my body. I cried out wanting to shut out his cock from my pussy. My pussy was only for my Rohith and now it is being invaded by another man’s penis. I cried, I cried, I cried.

Mr.Sharma chuckled softly and eased his hips forward and down. His cock disappeared into my flesh. I moaned thickly, my head rolling languorously from shoulder to shoulder. Deeper and deeper it went, till it was embedded to the hilt. Then he began to fuck me, slowly and heavily, his buttocks flexing and unflexing and his hips swung back and forth in a steady, unhurried rhythm. His condom covered cock glistened as it went in and out of my pussy. Each hand supporting him, Mr.Sharma fucked me masterfully, in total, awesome control. Under him, I groaned and gasped, writhing and panting, my chest heaving, my body jerking and rocking under his fluid thrusts.

” Yesss. Fuck, your cunt is hot, Sheela baby …”

Mr.Sharma built up speed slowly. I cried out and my body jerked and lurched on the bed. His hips rocked and swung back and forth and his buttocks flexed and unflexed powerfully as he drove his hard penis in and out of my pussy. He never took his eyes off my face. His hands slid up and down my slender body, caressing my heavy, bouncing breasts, crushing them and making me whimper and writhe ecstatically. Even though my mind was crying, my body was responding to his thrust. My hips juddered and heaved up and down to his groin. My hands roamed his chest and shoulders and hips, gripped his buttocks, pulling him deeper into my flesh. My motions smoothened and matched his in perfect syncopation.

“This is terrific,” he smiled, his eyes glittering with lust.

“You’re fabulous. Sheela ” he murmured. “You are very good. Now. Faster.”

He bent forward; his arms outstretched, and began to move even faster. His hips rocked rapidly up and down, his cock grinding deep into my cunt. As he moved in, he swung his hips in tight circles, entering me from all angles. I gasped and cried out. His balls pressed to my cunt-lips with each thrust. He went faster and faster and his head arched back and he groaned in pleasure. Faster still, and now he was ramming and reaming greedily into me. I clenched his biceps and gasped and he cried out loudly.

“Ohhhhh yes yes yes Ohhh god yes Sheela babyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”

Mr. Sharma began to climax and I could feel my hot pussy milking his penis and making him blast his sperm. Instantly Mr.Sharma froze still, feeling that hot sperm gushing out, filling the condom, surrounding his cock in the bath of his own juices. For over a minute he lay there until he regained some strength, and as the final drops continued to ooze out of him, he slowly and futilely attempted to begin fucking again, but simply did not have the strength to do it. He managed a few weak attempts, and with a final groan, fell limply on top of me, and with his last breath, he sprawled over onto his side, as his cock pulled free from my drenched pussy.

After a few minutes I happened to see the clock. It was 4:00!!! We have been locked in the room for almost 2 hrs. I thought of other employees talking about me. My son would be home in about forty-five minutes and I have to be at home by that time. I explained to Mr.Sharma and he agreed to let me go. He kissed me, first on my pussy, then on each nipple, and finally ending on my mouth.

I got dressed up and silently left the room. Fortunately no other employees saw me leaving the office.After reaching home I locked the door and sat under the shower to remove all the dirty feelings I had on my body and to soothe my aching pussy.

Next day Rohith telephoned me from Delhi with the happy news that he is coming back home. He told me that Mr.Sharma himself had informed him about his transfer back to bangalore and he will be with me in 2 days time.

Now I was confused. Rohith my hubby, my lover, my darling is coming back to be with me. Should I tell him that Mr.Sharama used me and may use me again. If I tell Rohith, I am sure he will divorce me like any other Indian husband. All unhappy thoughts were flashing inside my mind. After careful thought I decided not to tell him since life without Rohith is unthinkable. Only my body has been used and in my mind I am pure. If Mr.Sharma called me again I will tell Rohith. With this firm decision, I decided to forget about this incident.

Two days later, on Friday morning my hubby Rohith arrived from Delhi – he fell on me the minute he arrived and, laughing, I tormented him, teasing and flirting with him till he was mad with lust. As my son has already left for school and since we were alone in our new flat, I gave in and he fucked me like one possessed. I arched in evidently unfaked pleasure under him and made him go faster, harder, deeper. We fucked all morning, skipped lunch, and fucked all afternoon. By three after noon, we were ravenous and I have not cooked anything. Rohith ordered pizza from Pizza Corner. It took thirty-five minutes to arrive and we used the time to fuck again, and he took me from behind, pounding his inflamed penis in and out of my pussy, crushing my swinging breasts in his hands. I orgasmed violently and he jerked out of my buttocks, on my anus, then slid his cock into my pussy again just as the pizza delivery boy rang the bell. Cursing softly, Rohith went to the door while I put on a nighty and stepped into the bathroom.

Dear all I am regular reader of ISS, and many stories I have seen which inspired me to write my life experience when I was working in a leading telecom company in USA. I am RAJA, any female, who need a good friend in USA, especially in California, who want to have sex with me can mail me at [email protected]

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Oh, ei time re raghu vai market jibarthila.Bahuta raga laguthila. Raghu vai jane bada chhasi aama gaan re. Jami dui maan pariaba chasa karanti. Bahut prakar vegetable kari Bhubaneswar market re sell karanti. Dui barsha hela baha hoi chhanti. Rita vauja, 5’4” Dekhibaku bahut sundar. Gora munha, otha duita lal .Height kama hele kan heba, gunthuni hati chalire tanka gandi ra movement dekhile banda tengei jiba. Dudha dui ta pura puri 36” size, Mundare kunhu kunchia chuti. Sabubele golap fula marithanti. Chhaa masa hela pua te hoichi .Hele tanka dekha paiba vari kasta. Khali raghu vain ka pain khaiba pain jetebele neijanti ,batera toka anei basithanti. Hele se mote bahut vala paanti , mora public kaama kariba jogu. Ghara barandare padithiba bench re jai basili. Vauja bi pakhare asi basile.

Vauja :Are nanu, tame !kan chanda neba.Asa basa.

Mu; hann!!!!!!( Mu Basili)

Vauja: kan karibi ghere paisa patra nain.E barsa pariba re ta loss hela.

Mu: michha Katha. Paisa nei bank re rakhu cha.

Vauja: Vala hela. Nahele gote kama kara. Tame e kama ta chalei dia. Mu tama ta chalei debi.( vauja akhi thari kahile)

Mu: ki kama ba !

Vauja: Ki kama? Collge re padhilani.nisha dadhi uthilani. Jama kan ichha hauthiba ki?

( etiki kahiba pare vauja nka chhati ru sadhi khasigala, se nalia blouse pindhi thile. Bada bada dudha duita sateki bomb parika dekha jauthila.Mu anei kari matha tala ku karideli. Hele mo abastha asambhal hoigala. Mu setebele gote baramuda pant pindhi thae. Mo banda tengei uthila. Pant ta ucha dekha jibaru chanda collection diary ta pant upare rakhi deli vauja fik kari hasidele. Mu chup rahili.Mana hauthila eine vauja nku nangala kari sex kariba pain. Emiti ta Rita vauja nka katha vabi kete je muthi mariachi , tara hisaba nain) kan kichhi kahilani ?

Mu: Han . Mu chalei debi , hele tame ki kama kariba mora ? Hau tamara chanada deicha boli tama na (name ) lakhideli.

Vauja : Dekhi kauthi lekhila ( Vauja diary ta dekhibaku chahinle, hele mo banda ta tengei thibaru mo pant uparu diary ta kadhi paru nathili , Dhara padijibi boli laja laguthila )

Mu: kahili para lekhili!

Vauja : Hun, Tamaku biswas nain. (Vauja eya kahi diary ta mo hata ru vidi nele. Hathat tanka hata ta mo banda re baji gala.Eka stri ra prathama chhuna re mo banda aahuri fuli uthila. Baramuda re mo banda ta thai khali tala upar hauthila. Mora tala ku muhna potiba chhada aau kichhi nathilaRita vauja diary dekhibe kan mo pant ku chahin rahithile.Dhire dhire munha’ra ranga badali asuthila. Tathapi se thara thara kantha re kahile” ye kan hauchiba. Pocket re bodhe musha ki neula chhua purei ki anichha na kan ?

Mu: Nain ta !

Vauja: Nain . college jai michha re pass kalani. Mu dekhuchi. thiaa hela

Vauja eya kahi mo pocket re hata purai dele. Sate mo dehare current mari dela vali lagila. Vabili bahut dinara kama ta aji hoi jiba. Mora epari vagya je ,stebele ku mo pocket ta chira thila. Hathat vauja nka hatara chhuana pai mo banda ta pura thia hoigala.

Vauja: ya vitare kana palicha na kan ?Mu tike drkhanti .. Bahuta bada musha ta e bodhe, E pindare dhari chaadile ama gharaku palei jiba je sabu dhana khai deba.Mu kan karibi.Chala Upara mahala ku jiba. Sethi dekhu dekhu jadi paleiba , se bari pataku paleiba.

Mora kana heijauthila mu jani paru nathili.Vauja mote ya kahi mote tankara upara mahala ku vidinele. Sethi tankara soiba ghara. Mo akhi lal hoi asuthila. Eka ajana jinisha paiba lagi puni mo mana ta udi bulu thila keun eka raijare.

Vauja: dekheila se musha tiku, vala kid hare! Vauja bahut chalak thile kama hasal kariba baga mu bi jani parili. Mo deha kan hoi jau thila. Vauja mopackat vitare hata varti kari banda ku dhari kari kahile e musha rat a loma nain .kemiti dekhiheba .

Mu sahasa kari kahili kholi ki dekhun.

Vauja: Hun.sabu jani ajana na . jama ichha heuni jani siaana.

Ehapare se mo pant ku kholi dele. Naga sapa pari 6 futia banda bahari padila. Vauja chamaki padi kahile bopalo, ye ki jantu , mu vabithili musa boli, satire nanu tamaku jie paiba sabu dina se khusire rahiba.Mote tike ethiru debani?

Mu: dele kan sari jauchhi.e jae ta kehi nei nahanti.

Vauja: sata kahucha nanu. Mora ki vagya

Mu: vauja tamaku ta bahut dinu vabichi, hele tamaku kichhi kahi pareni. I Love you vabi, I love u(Ya kahi vauja nku mu eka kiss deli).Ehapare rita vauja mote vidi dhari chuma pare chuma deichalile.Mu bu chhadilini. Tanka jiva ku mo pati vitare purai kiss kari chalili. Dui otha amara mishi gala.ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.yeeeee.dhireeeeeeee.Mun aau deri kalini vauja nka sadhi tanka deharu kadhi deli. Dehare tankara lal blouse aau dhala saya . vauja mo deharu baniyan kadhi dele. Dui deha aamar mishi gala . oh deha kan hei jaucji nanu please deri karani.Vauja mo banda ku muthei dharile. Oh nanu. Tamar kan na heichi kahi chuchumi chalile mo banda ku tanka lal othare mo banda tala upar heu thila .mu Tankara Blouse bra saya sabu kholi nangala kari deli.oh ki mulayam body.vauja mote swargara apasari dekha jauthile.Mu tanka nangala dehaku chuchumi bare lagili. Tanka dudha 2ta kete bada dekha jauthila.Taku chipi bare lagili.Vauja kahile pls taku chipani, sosadi sosadi jete ichha heuchi khai jaa ,mo raja ohhhhhhhhhhhh.mu gote dudha ku patire purai aratiku chipli.0hhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhh katuchi

Ya pare vauja nka biare hata mari dekhili, eya lalua laguthila,Mo finger sat kari pasigala. Vauja mo banda ku chuchumu thile.Nanu, Mo rasa khai bani.Please tike taste kara.vauja mote 69 position karidele. Mu tankara bia ku chatli. Se mo banda ku khauthile. mora discharge hela bhali lagila, vauja kahile pati vitare chhadi dia. Mora bahari gala. Vauja nka biaa ru rasa baharu thila. Mu pii gali. Vauja kintu mo banda ku chati chati sapha kari puni chuchumile.mo banda puni tengei uthila. Vauja khali oh ahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.Nanu deri karani pleaseoh……………………… Kan karibi . Actually mora sex bisayare kichhi dharana nathila.vaujaaa; matorchod kichhi janini.dauchi aji tate sikhai dauchi.Vauja aau deri na kari mo upara ku chali aasile.Se hagila pari basi mo banda ku tanka biaa vitare varti karibare lagile. Prathame 2 inch pasigala.oh katuchi nanu.ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Hathat mora josh asigala ki kan mu talu gote Dhaka deli. Pach kari pasigala mo banda ta. Vabi nku kasta helaki kan radi chhadile.yeeeeeeeeeee nanu marijibi. Kintu eha pare vauja nka biaa pura laulua hoigalaki kan se tala upar hebare lagile.Kichhi samay pare vauja nka biaa pura lalua hoigala. Pachhhhhhhhhhhhhhh pachhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh nanau mo dudha ku chipa chipppppppppppppppppppppppppa pleaseeeeeeeeeeee ohhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . vaujanka dudha ku bele bele dalu thili / kiss bi karuthili.Kichhi samay pare vauja thami gale.prathama chodana hoithibaru mora bi sighra bahari gala. Vauja kahile ya pare tame mote kariba mu tamaku sikhaibi………………………………………..YA PARE PADHIBE VAUJA DELA CHODANA SIKHYA…………………….

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