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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

Alas! My bad luck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until then, take care, be safe, and don’t forget to give feedback to [email protected]

Goodbye.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry, Didi,” Abdul said meekly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What happened, Ammi? Ayesha asked her mother.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bloody mother fucker,” Ayesha said angrily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you want to try?” I asked her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“Fuck! YES! TAKE IT!”

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

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

“Goddamn it. Simran. Ah!”

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

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

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

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

So, let’s rewind how it all began.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me: Good evening, ma’am.

Simran: Evening. You too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Simran: “Know… what?”

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

Her chest tightened. “Roshan, I…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was initially confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She nodded.

Me: “Leh fir muh main” (Suck me then)

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

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

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

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

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

So Shirley and I decided to lose our clothes and share a blanket for better warmth and to survive the cold/

We got out of the blanket to remove the sweatshirt and the tops. She noticed my erect dick, but I quickly put on my pants.

Her: Can you turn off the lights, please? I feel shy to undress in front of you.

I did as she asked, but still, there was a good glow from the fireplace and electric heater; it was a perfect romantic setup now. I could still see every detail of her body while she was removing her top. Then there she was, just in a bra and leggings.

She was indeed a sex goddess. Her cleavage and hourglass figure made my heart pump faster than ever; I badly wanted to tear her bra and suck those melons. But I had to control and wait for the moment. But our talks were already turning dirty.

Me: (jaw dropped) Holy fuck, that’s an amazing body, ma’am. Nobody would believe that you are a mom.

Her: Haha, no words needed from you. I can figure that out from your face and your wood (pointing to my pants).

Me: Can’t hide it, sorry, but again, anybody would want to have a swing at such a figure, man, the curves and shape.

Her: Enough, boy, I know you were enjoying the few minutes in the blanket. Let’s have that limit.

Me: Of course, if you don’t mind, can you state my limits, please? I don’t know what to do with such a Beauty within my arms. Sorry again.

I was muttering lots of sorry like an idiot.

Her: Are you serious? Poor boy. Okay, anyway, let’s do anything but not have sex. Is that fine?

Me: Like, can I press your breasts?

Her: You are really obsessed with my breasts, aren’t you?

Me: Guilty as charged.

Her: Okay, come on, hold it.

She stood upright and raised her chest like an invitation. I got the courage and went close to her. I placed both my hands on each of her breasts over her bra and held them firmly.

Her: Go on, squeeze it.

I did as she said. It was so soft and fluffy. As I pressed, she raised her chest more, like she wanted them to be squeezed hard. I played and fiddled with her boobies for a few minutes.

Her: Enough, da, let’s get to bed, you can continue playing with it all night long. Again, you are not uttering a single word to anyone about this.

Me: Of course, ma’am, don’t worry.

She got back to bed in her leggings and bra, and asked me to get inside the blanket as she was getting cold again. She asked me to keep my pants off, too. I obliged and removed them. I was standing her head while removing it. The
A huge bulge inside my underwear was right on her face.

I quickly got into the blanket with her. Now, we were having a lot of skin-to-skin contact. I immediately grabbed her boobs from behind and pressed my dick against her ass. Without wasting time, I slid my hands inside the bra and started pressing the boob harder. She moaned, “Rohit…”

I started circling her nipples, it was big, nippy and hard as fuck due to the coldness. As I was pressing, I unhooked her bra with the other hand. I slowly slid off the bra completely. She was topless now, only with her leggings. I turned her around, facing me.

I kissed her lips like a horny dog. We played rolling our tongues inside each other’s mouths. Then she kissed my lower lip and started sucking it, and biting it too. She was getting crazy horny, too. After a crazy smooching session, I moved my head lower, facing her boobies.

I started sucking the left one and squeezed the right one. I was trying to put her left boob completely inside my mouth, I know that’s impossible with its size. But still I tried and continued sucking it and making it wet with my saliva, then I started circling around the nipples with my tongue.

At the same time, I was pinching the other nipples. Slowly, I moved my hand
to her leggings and started rubbing over her pussy. She locked my hand between her legs within her pussy. This made me crazy horny; she was in pain and ecstasy.
Her: You are making me wet, Rohit, damn, you are so good at this, you naughty bastard.

I was in shock with her choice of words, but decided to go with the flow. We started getting dirty with our language. I switched between sucking tits and replying to her continuously during our conversation.

Me: You are a dirty bitch, ma’am.

Her: Come on, stop calling me Ma’am.

Me: Okay, Shirley, can you still stick to the rules of no sex tonight?

Her: I don’t think so, after all this, I need a dick inside me tonight for sure.

Me: Certainly, you cunt needs the treatment it deserves.

Her: You fucker, I know you were planning for this all along.

Me: Don’t act like you didn’t have this in your mind.

Her: Alright, I’m your whore tonight, let’s fuck the hell out tonight, no more talks, only fucks.

Me: First, I want to taste your sweet pussy.

I quickly moved down, made her lie on her back and pulled down her leggings. She was in her panties only now. I wanted to take it slow and worship her tonight, not just mindless sex. I started kissing her feet and gave a few sucks too.

I kissed all over her legs and moved to her thighs, and continued kissing. I moved up further to the upper thighs and kissed her inner thighs.  I was getting closer to her panties. I played around her inner thighs, kissing and licking for a while.

Then, I reached her panties, I placed my nose over the panty and moved it to the left and right until my nose settled over her pussy. Her wetness had made the panties damp. I was nose fucking her pussy over her panties. She held my head and started moaning louder, “Rohit, you fucking rascal.”

Then I slid off her panties to one side just to reveal her pussy. It was the most amazing thing I have seen, she was clean-shaven, glistening, wet and begging to be fucked. I immediately put my tongue inside her and started licking it like a crazy dog,
She pulled my hair out of excitement. I couldn’t resist, I pulled her panties down too, and threw away the blanket that was on top of us. I spread her legs and took a good look at her cute pussy. I buried my head between her legs and started eating her out.

She started screaming my name, “Rohi, it is amazing, keep licking, I am all yours tonight” I tasted her wetness and dug my tongue deep into her pussy, in and out. I was getting deeper with every lick.

She called me up, pulling my hair, and said, “Come up, I will return the favour, put your dick inside my mouth. Treat me like a whore.” I moved up on her. She was under me, I kneeled with my legs on either side of her, over her tummy. She held my dick and pulled me closer to her head.

I bent forward a bit so that my dick was right on her face. She wrapped her hands around my dick and gave a firm, hard job to begin. She started touching my dick head with the tip of her tongue. Then she started taking me inside her mouth, she started sucking my dick like a lollipop.

She was a pro at cock sucking. I started dominating by holding both her hands on the bed. I started fucking her mouth. I made her gag, she made gawk gawk sounds. I put my dick deep inside her mouth. She held my waist hard and pulled me closer/

I reached her throat with my cock. She kept my dick until she couldn’t breathe and then made me pull my dick out, and she gasped for air. I was missing her pussy already, so I asked her to get up. I lay down on the bed, and she understood what I wanted.

She stood on top of me, the view was sexy as fuck, her pussy from the bottom, right above my face. She turned around to face my feet and sat down on my face. It was incredible to feel her big, soft ass on my face. He held her waist and positioned her pussy over my mouth and started eating it again.

She bent forward to take my dick inside her mouth again. We were in the 69 position for another 15-20 minutes. Whenever I felt like I was about to finish, she would stop sucking my cock and start licking my balls. After a minute or two, she continued sucking my dick.

Meanwhile, my beard was drenched in her pussy juice, and I licked every part of the pussy. After oral foreplay, she got desperate and started ordering me, “Rohit, come on fuck me, I need your dick inside me right now.” I lifted her and put her in bed.

I spread her legs wide apart and gave one final good lick on her pussy. She was very wet. I placed my dick at the entrance of her pussy over the pussy lips. She shouted, “Go in, bastard,” and gave a jerk. That slid my dick deep inside her in the very first stroke.

It was almost like her pussy swallowed my dick, but still, she was tight. After that intense moment, I thrust deeper, feeling her warmth envelop me completely. Her eyes rolled back, and she moaned loudly, “Oh fuck, Rohit… you feel so fucking good inside me.”

I started moving, rough and relentless, each thrust driving me deeper into her. “You’re so tight, Shirley. So, fucking wet for me. You’re dripping all over my cock.” She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, her heels digging into my ass.

“Harder, Rohit. Fuck me harder. I need it rough.” I complied, increasing my pace, each thrust brutal and unforgiving. “Is this what you wanted, Shirley? My cock pounding into you?”

She panted, her breath hitching with each movement. Her tits are bouncing with the force of my thrusts. “Yes… oh god, yes. I’ve been dreaming of this. Dreaming of you fucking me like the whore I am.”

I leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce, dirty kiss, my tongue invading her mouth. She moaned into my mouth, her nails scratching down my back, drawing blood. Pulling back, I looked into her eyes, seeing the raw, primal desire reflected there.

“You’re mine, Shirley. All fucking tine. Every inch of this tight, wet pussy is mine.” She bit her lip, a teasing, dirty smile playing on her face. “Prove it, Rohit. Show me how much you want me. Fuck me like you own me.”

I flipped her over, pulling her up onto her knees, her ass in the air. I entered her from behind, one hand on her hip. The other reaches around to pinch her clit. “Like this, Shirley? Is this how you want it? Rough and dirty?”

She pushed back against me, meeting each thrust with equal fervour, her ass slapping against my hips. “Yes… oh god, yes. Don’t stop, Rohit. Please don’t stop. Fuck me harder. Use me. I’m your fuck toy.” I increased my pace, my hips slapping against her ass with each powerful, brutal thrust.

“I won’t stop, Shirley. Not until you come all over my cock. Not until you scream my name.” She cried out, her body trembling as she reached her peak, her inner walls clenching around me, milking my cock.

“Rohit… oh fuck… Rohit!” I followed soon after, spilling myself deep inside her with a final, shuddering, brutal thrust, filling her up with my hot cum. “Fuck, Shirley. You feel so good. So fucking good.”

Collapsing beside her, I pulled her into my arms, our bodies slick with sweat and our breaths coming in ragged, exhausted gasps. “That was… fucking incredible,” I murmured, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to her shoulder, a stark contrast to the roughness of our encounter.

She turned to face me, a contented, sated smile on her face, her eyes glowing with satisfaction. “It was. And I want more, Rohit. I want all of you. Every dirty, rough inch.”

And we continued fucking that entire night, in that cold weather, but we didn’t need a blanket, we had turned the temperature of the room too high for our bodies.

By now, the medications had done their job. Roshan had stopped even trying. His desire was gone, replaced by silence. Simran was observing all the changes happening. He used to come into bed and sleep without even touching her.

One night, Simran lay beside him. She slid closer to him, resting a hand on his shoulder. Where the manipulation begins, Simran started her psychological games because it was time to take the next step. “Roshan… will you please hold me?”

He hesitated. “Simran… I can’t.”

She pressed further and said, “Can’t? Or you don’t even want to?”

Roshan’s eyes stayed shut. “I… I don’t want to disappoint you again.”

Simran snapped, hearing that. “Don’t want to? Are you fucking kidding me?”

He shuffled and replied in a trembling tone: “I… I just… I don’t want to make it worse.”

Simran: “Make it worse? Roshan, open your damn eyes. Do you even get what it feels like to lie next to a man you love, wanting him, and getting bullshit?”

Roshan: “I… I try…”

Simran: “Try? Try my ass. Every damn night, I reach for you. I want you. I need you. And you just lie there like a useless sack. Do you even know what it does to me?”

He turned quiet: “I… I’m sorry… I… I’m trying in other ways, know?”

Simran: “What the fuck are you even saying?”

Roshan: “Simran, I still make you feel good. Don’t I? With my fingers… with my tongue… I try to keep you satisfied.”

She tilted her head, “Roshan, do you even hear yourself? You’re proud that you finger me? Proud that you lick me because you can’t fuck me like a man?”

Simran leaned forward and added more, “And don’t you dare tell me that fixes a thing. Do you even get how humiliating this is?”

He looked down, ashamed, “I… I… I’m giving it my best…”

Simran threw her hands up in irritation, “Your best? Your best is pathetic, Roshan! You used to want me so bad I could barely walk the next morning. And now… nothing. You’re a joke in bed, do you realise that?”

He said weakly: “I… I can’t…”

Simran’s tone dropped to soft, “No, Roshan. Don’t lie to me. You can’t or you don’t want to? Which is it? Tell me. Because I see the fear in your eyes.”

He stayed silent, head down, voice barely a whisper: “I… I don’t know… maybe I can’t and don’t want to”

Simran: “Bullshit! I’m sick of this shit. I’m lying here every night, dying for a touch, and you lie there? Fucking useless. Do you have any idea how humiliating it is for me? To feel invisible while you pretend nothing’s wrong?”

He was ashamed, “I… I can still…”

Simran cut him off: “Still what? You think licking my pussy, fingering me, makes up for zero effort? You’re a joke! A weak-ass man who can’t even keep his dick hard for his wife. Do you know how that feels for a woman, Roshan? Do you?”

Roshan: “I… I… I’m sorry… I can’t…”

Simran leaned back, exhaling.
Simran: “Now you feel it, huh? Feel what it’s like to be me? To be left wanting by the man who’s supposed to make you feel alive? Good. Keep that in your head.”

She was upset, yeah, but she was also acting all that. Every tear, every word… it was for him to feel his own failure.

From inside, she was buzzing with control. “This is perfect. Every stutter, every pathetic attempt, every trembling word, he thinks I’m hurt. Haha, He thinks I’m crying inside. But I’m not. I’m the one running this show. He’s bending exactly where I want him.”

Things got relaxed after a few moments, and Simaran began her drama. To show that she still cares for him.

Simran said in a sober tone: “Roshan, listen na”

Roshan: “Say, listening.”

Simran’s subtle, low voice continued: “At least… try. For me. Once. Please.”

Hesitant Roshan kissed her and touched her boobs. His body responded for a few minutes, just the same as before, half-hard. She guided him between her thighs, whispering, “Yes, baby… just like before.”

But midway, his cock softened, unable to stroke more. He froze, then groaned and pulled back, shame covering his face.

She touched his cheek. “Roshan… what happened?”

Roshan: “I don’t know. I wanted to… I really wanted to fuck.”

She continued her acting, her tone was all innocent. She grabbed her own boobs with both hands, squeezing them together hard enough to make her nipples peek through the thin fabric of her nightie. “Look at these, Roshan, don’t you want to taste?”

He remained silent. Then she turned around, pulled her panties down to give him a glimpse of her ass. “This used to drive you wild,” she said while slapping her own ass cheek hard enough to leave a red mark.

“You’d grab me like this,” she demonstrated by squeezing her ass with both hands. Then she continued by standing beside the bed, “Do you think it’s me? Am I not good enough anymore to excite you?”

Roshan: “No! Don’t say that. You’re perfect, Simran. It’s me. I’m the problem.”

Her inner thought was, “Perfect. That’s what I needed, his confession that he is a failure.”

She let a tear slip from one eye and said, “Then what am I supposed to do? How long can I wait for my husband to be my husband again?”

He talked more, but broken: “I… I still love you, Simran. I’m still here. Doesn’t that count for something?”

Simran’s lips curved bitterly. “Love? You love me like a brother loves his sister now. Is that what we are? Siblings under the same roof?”

Roshan’s eyes widened. “Don’t say that… please.”

She pressed her palm against his chest, right where his heart raced. “You think a woman survives on cuddles, Roshan? On kisses on the forehead? Tell me, Roshan, what am I supposed to do when my husband stops being my man? Hm?”

He looked at her, stammering: “I… I give you pleasure. I am tryin…”

Simran cut him off, harder: “You try. Always trying, but never doing. It’s felt like an insult seeing you collapse on me like a skeleton?”

His face burned red; his eyes were wet. “I… I’ve been seeing the doctor for a few months. You know that, Simran, I am putting in efforts, I’m doing everything I can.”

She gave a sharp laugh, shaking her head. “Doctor? Pills? It’s been months, Roshan. Where’s the change? Where’s the fire? You think I don’t notice?”

He dropped his face into his hands. “I’m trying… I don’t know what else to do.”

She leaned closer and continued her whispering, “Do you know how lonely I feel lying next to you? You touch me, but you don’t want me. You hold me, but you don’t fuck me. You think I don’t see you avoiding me, night after night? Hiding behind excuses?”

Roshan: “I’m ashamed. I don’t want to fail again.”

She replied to him, pretending sympathy. “And what about me, Roshan? Am I supposed to rot here while you figure yourself out? Tell me. What does a woman do when her husband is alive but already dead in bed? Not getting any attention.”

He was completely broke, he replied, grabbing her wrists. “Stop, please. Don’t say that. I’ll fix it. I swear to you.”

Her tears fell, but inside she was electrified with a thought, “Yes. Beg. Plead. Break. Every time you call yourself broken, I feel I am winning. Every time you promise me what you can’t deliver, you dig your grave deeper.”

Simran: “I don’t want promises, Roshan. I want you. But maybe… maybe you’re gone.”

Roshan buried his face in her stomach like a child. She held him, soothing, but inside her mind hissed with triumph that once her husband was her master. Now he was her pet. And he was not even realising it.

That night, he cracked fully. Before sleeping, he cried for a while, resting his head on her.

The next morning, Roshan was still broken. Having those embarrassing thoughts. Once he saw Simran, he told her, “Simran. Don’t say those things… You were talking at night. I am committed to your pleasure, and for that, I’ll do anything. I’ll find a cure. Don’t leave me. Please”

Simran: “Roshan, I love you. And there is no way I can leave, okay. Don’t ever think like that. But you will also agree, I miss being fucked. Do you remember when I couldn’t walk in the mornings? When you made me scream so loud I thought the neighbours would know?”

Roshan: “Yes… Yes, I remember. I doubt I can be that man again. I’ve lost him.”

Simran: “That’s where hollow space was created in me, Roshan. The missing sex. And I don’t know what I will do now? Am I your wife, or just a caretaker? Tell me… will I never get that fucks again?”

Roshan: “Don’t say that. Please. You will. I swear you will.”

She kissed his wet cheeks and said, “And what if you can’t? It’s been quite a few months since you’ve been getting treatment from top doctors, so it seems nothing has worked. There is no concrete improvement. Am I supposed to die quietly inside, while you apologise every night?”

His arms tightened, desperation spilling. “No. No, I’ll change. … don’t stop loving me. Please”

She caressed him softly, but her inner thoughts were dark, “I don’t love you tonight, nor tomorrow. I will own you. And every tear you shed feeds me. You think I’m weeping with you. I’m not. I’m smiling.”

These things were evident in his office behaviour too. I had noticed him more lately. Even at lunch, he wasn’t the same confident, commanding Roshan everyone admired. Something weighed him down.

Me: “Sir… you’ve been quiet lately. Is there any issue?”

He stirred his coffee slowly and replied.
Roshan: “Umm… nothing, everything’s fine with work. It’s… other things. Personal.”

I nodded, careful not to cross the boundary, but we were chill discussing any topic, so I told him he could express.

Me: “Everything fine in the family?”

He gave a faint, tired smile.

Roshan: “You’re not in any relationship yet, are you, Nikhil? No serious relationship?”

I shook my head.
Me: “No, Sir.”

He exhaled, leaning back.
Roshan: “Then you can’t understand. There’s a kind of… silence that grows between two people. Something… absent, missing. You try to fill it, but the more you try, the hollower it feels.”

He pressed his lips together, then added,
Roshan: “I can’t even put it into words. Only… it hurts in a way you can’t share with anyone. Because no one else would understand.”

And that was it. He returned to his coffee, lost in thought. To the world, Roshan was still sharp, admired, untouchable. But I could never guess that time that this man was weighed down by something far deeper than office stress, a private collapse that no one would ever notice.

That night, Simran was half-asleep. Roshan reached for her shoulder, trying to cuddle.

She jerked away, snapping, “Don’t. Just don’t touch me, Roshan.”

He blinked, stunned. “Simran, what the…”

She turned around on him. “I’m done with your drama. You’re useless. Useless!”

He sat up. “I’m trying, dammit.”

She barked, her eyes on fire. “Trying? Is this your trying? You think this is marriage? I feel like a widow sleeping next to a living man.”

His shouted. “Shut up, Simran. Don’t you dare talk like that to me.”

She shouted back louder, “Why? Because it’s true.”

Roshan: “I went to the fucking doctor! I’m on the meds, I’m doing everything…”

Simran screamed: “And nothing’s fucking working! Not a damn dick!”

He tightened his fists, face red. “I… I don’t know what to do more.”

She jumped out of bed, hair flying. “Then what the hell do you want me to do? Sit here with a dead pussy and a dead marriage? Or should I just go and find somebody who’ll fuck me like a man?”

The words hit like a slap to him.
Roshan’s eyes went wide. “What the fuck did you just say?”

Simran yelled at him, “You heard me. Maybe I should go outside. At least then I’ll know I’m still a woman and not some dried-up doll lying next to you.”

Roshan: “Don’t you dare bring outsiders into this house. Don’t you fucking dare.”

She gave a sharp, broken laugh. “Why not? You’re not touching me, you’re not fucking me. What’s left for me, huh?”

Listening to this, Roshan roared back, “Shut up! Shut your filthy mouth!”

“I won’t!” she screamed, stepping closer to confront him.
Simran: “Because my filthy mouth is the only thing speaking the truth. You’re not the man anymore.”

Roshan: “Fuck you, Simran. I kill myself trying every night, and all you do is spit on me!”

She slapped her own chest, “And what about me? What about the nights I cry into the pillow because I can’t even remember the last time I felt dick deep inside me? What about the emptiness eating me alive? Do you give a fuck about that?”

He shut his eyes, fists pressed to his temples. “Stop, stop… please.”

But she didn’t. Her words kept coming like knives. “No. You stop. Either be a husband or tell me to go outside. But don’t keep me in this half-dead hell.”

His hands shot up, gripping her shoulders. “Simran…”

She shoved him away violently. “Don’t you touch me! Don’t you fucking touch me again!”

In a moment of blinding frustration, Roshan slapped her. His hand cracked into her right cheek. She staggered back, stunned.

She lowered her head, hopeless and raw: “Yeah… guess that’s all I get from you now. Nothing… nothing at all…”

She collapsed onto the bed, sobbing loudly, but her tears were jagged.

“I gave you everything, Roshan. I even gave up on every other man because you were enough. But now? Now I’m lying here starving, begging like a fucking beggar.”

His voice cracked. “I am so sorry. Really. Don’t say that… please, Simran. Don’t say outsider. Don’t…”

She whipped her head up, “Then tell me what the fuck I should do! Should I keep lying here, rubbing my pussy when you turn off? Should I die unsatisfied, with a husband who’s only a husband in name?”

He stared at her. He had no answer. And he realised that the slap was a mistake, so he could not confront anyone else. Though she kept pressing him harder, her words were relentless.

“Tell me, Roshan. Do I really deserve this? You tell me what I should do?”

Roshan: “I… I don’t know.”

“Exactly!” she screamed. “You don’t know because there’s no answer. Unless… unless I go outside. Unless you let me.”

He staggered back like she’d stabbed him. “You’re insane. That’s betrayal, Simran. That’s filth.”

Her voice softened, deadly calm. “No. It’s survival.”

For a long time, everything became silent. Finally, Roshan sat down, face buried in his hands. His voice was low, and he was crying. “If… if we even think about this madness… There will be rules.”

Her head snapped up. “Rules?”

“Yes! You don’t get to just run off with anyone. I won’t let you throw our marriage into the gutter. If it has to happen…” Roshan said in a low voice.

Simaran: “Whoa! Wait. Are you saying I can look outside?”

Roshan replied in soft, awkwardly: “Unfortunately, yes! But it should happen with someone I can trust. Someone who knows his place. Someone who won’t come between us.”

She nodded quickly, almost too quickly. “Yes, Roshan. Of course. You think I want another man? No. I only want to feel alive again. I want you. But since you can’t, then… only under your rules. Only with your consent.”

He leaned closer to add more, “It will not be a love ever. It will never go beyond the body. Fucks. You understand? The moment fuck does, it’s over.”

“I understand,” she said softly, her eyes were wet, though inside her mind she was smiling.

“And it has to be someone discreet. Loyal. Someone who won’t run his mouth, who won’t humiliate me or you”, Roshan said.

She touched his hand, pretending to tremble. “Yes… Only someone you choose. Only someone you trust.”

“But who should be that guy?” Simran tossed the question to him.

Roshan rubbed his face, “I… I don’t know. You’re thinking too far ahead.”

She laughed bitterly, stepping closer. “Far ahead? Roshan, we’re talking reality. You can’t give me what I need. If you won’t, then we have to find someone who can.”

He froze at her tone. “You’re not serious. This isn’t… I can’t just digest this…”
She cut him off, “Don’t start with that crap. I’m serious, I really need it. And you better start thinking, or I’ll pick someone myself.”

Roshan exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “Fine… but we need rules. Someone we both… trust. Someone discreet. Not a random jerk who will blab everything.”

She nodded, “Trust, discreet… loyalty. Don’t forget that. I want him controlled, but not overbearing.

Smart enough to follow instructions, dumb enough to keep his mouth shut. Got it?”

He replied. “Yes… I got it.”

“Good. Now, who?” She crossed her arms, daring him to speak.

He hesitated. “What about… Ramesh. I noticed he stalks you?”

She raised a brow. “Ramesh? That guy is sloppy, laughs at everything, and thinks he’s funny. You’re kidding me? He’ll probably smear everything in two days.”

He nodded. “Yeah… true. Not him.”

She tapped her fingers against her arm. “Someone dependable… someone competent. Maybe someone who doesn’t even realise he’s eligible for this kind of… mess.”

Roshan grimaced. “I… don’t know anyone like that offhand. Most people are either too arrogant or too loud.”

She leaned forward, voice soft but dangerous: “Do you know why this is so important, Roshan? Because if I choose wrong, I don’t just get nothing. I get humiliation. And I’ve had enough of it from you. Haha!”

Roshan: “You. Stop it. I understand what you are thinking, though. I… I want to make sure it’s safe for both of us. Don’t want… you know…”

“Safe? Safe is what I make it. I don’t want safe. I want someone who knows their place. Who knows exactly what to do when I tell them? And you,” she added, stepping close to him.

He nodded, tension cutting through him. “Alright. Alright… maybe… Nikhil?”

Simran froze, then slowly smirked. “Ah… yes. That one. We met at the Diwali celebration. He’s young, eager, obedient enough, sharp enough to… follow directions without questioning too much. Could work.”

Roshan forwarded. “You’re sure? He’s… junior. We can’t afford mistakes. It has to be someone discreet, someone who won’t spill anything. Are you sure about him?”

Her laugh was low, teasing. “Junior? He’ll listen. And I’ll make sure he knows boundaries. Safe, discreet, perfect for what we need. Don’t worry. And yes… I’ve already considered his qualities, the way he thinks, and how he reacts. He won’t fuck it up.”

Roshan exhaled slowly, conflicted, but the tension between them shifted. “Fine… fine. But only under strict rules. No emotions, no attachments, nothing beyond… what’s necessary. Understood, right?”

She tilted her head, eyes glinting. “Of course. Just a tool. A helper. Nothing else. You understand, right?”

Roshan: “Yes… I understand”

Simran: “I hardly saw and met him just for a moment. I want to meet him first before I can confirm Nikhil.”

Roshan: “Umm. That makes sense, too. I will try to approach him first, it’s not gonna easy for me to discuss that. Anyways, I will give you an update once I get something.”

She smiled faintly, deadly calm: “Good. Now… we plan. Boundaries, schedule, everything. If this goes wrong, it’s on both of us. But if it works… we get exactly what we need.”

And with that, the first step of their dangerous, twisted plan was laid bare.

To be continued…
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Mera naam Jalas hai. Main gym mein as a trainer kaam karta hun. Mere paas 4 female client hain.

Ye baat 1 saal pehle ki hai, jab meri ek client (school teacher) thi aur mujhse training leti thi. Uska naam Arpita hai. Arpita bahot sharif ladki thi. Wo mujhe bahot pasand thi. Uski body bahot curvy thi.

Arpita married thi, aur mother bhi thi. Wo mujhse sab share krti thi, aur main bhi usse sab share karta tha. Hum dono gym ke saath saath bahot baatein karte the. Usne kabhi mujhe gym mein hint nahi diya jisse main kuch kar sakta. Par dheere dheere, main hi use touch karne ke liye try karta tha.

Kabhi weight lift ke bahane help mein, kabhi back touch, aur stretching ke time uski body ko acche se feel karta tha.

Maine usse kahi baar emotional kiya; apni story sunayi so that hum aur close aa jaye. Ek din, during shoulder exercise, main piche se uski help kar raha tha, aur mera haath galti se uske underarm ko baar baar touch ho raha tha. Fir maine mauke ka fayda utha kar uski bra par bhi kahi baar touch kiya.

Arpita ne kuch react nahi kiya, jisse next day meri himmat badh gayi aur main jaan kar use idhar udhar touch karne laga. Kuch din baad, maine Arpita ko bola ki, “Main uske liye kuch feel karta hun.”

Internally, main sirf use chodna chahta tha – wo bahot sexy thi. Arpita ne mujhe bataya tha wo apne pati ke saath zyada physical nahi hoti.

Uss din maine uska haath pakda aur bola ki main use kiss karna chahta hun. Gym mein bahot kam log the; kisi ne notice nahi kiya.

Usne manaa kar diya aur wo naraz ho kar chali gayi. Main darr gaya. Fir wo do din tak gym nahi aayi. Uske baad jab wo gym aayi toh wo akeli exercise karne laag gayi.

Maine use kaha, “Arpita ma’am, aap, uss din jo hua, bhul jao… hum sirf friends hai… uss din ke liye sorry.”

Usne kaha, “Koi baat nahi… hum dono friends ke jaise rahenge.”

Kuch din tak exercise ke time main usse jaan kar touch karta tha. Ek din exercise ke time uske tight thighs dekh kar mera loda khada tha, jo kafi visible tha. Arpita baar baar mere lode ko dekh rahi thi. Aise lag raha tha aaj Arpita ovulation par hai aur horny bhi hai.

Gym bahot khali thi. Maine Arpita ke haath mein dumbbell diya aur use kiss kar diya. Uske haath se dumbbell gir gaya. Fir maine use wall se piche le gaya aur uske haath pakad liye.

5 second baad, kiss broke hui aur wo ek thapad mara. Maine gym ke second floor par chala gaya aur Arpita reception par meri complaint karne gayi (I thought).

Kuch der baad, Arpita mere paas second floor par aayi aur boli…

Arpita – Maine koi complaint nahi ki hai Jalas… I am sorry… mujhe accha laga jo tumne kiya.

Main shock ho gaya.

Arpita – Tumne mujhe shape mein laane mein bahot mehnat ki hai… tum itna toh deserve karte ho.

Main bahot khush ho raha tha. Fir maine Arpita se pucha, “Kya hum dobara kiss kar sakte hai?”

Arpita ne kaha, “Yaha camera hai.”

Maine kaha, “Main camera ke button switch off kar sakta hun.”

Arpita – Theek hai.

Maine office mein gaya aur camera ke main switch off kar diya. Fir main Arpita ke paas gaya aur use office mein bulaya.

Gym mein 2-3 log the; kisi ka dhyan hamare upar nahi tha.

Arpita door ke paas khadi thi. Main uske paas gaya aur use zor se kiss kiya. Usne bhi mujhe kiss kiya. Hamari tongue mil rahi thi. Main uska juice pee raha tha.

Mera haath uske boobs par gaya. Maine boobs dabaye aur fir mera haath hips par tha. Mera haath uski panty tak pahunch gaya tha.

Arpita – No, ye galat hai… isse aage nahi.

Arpita waha se chali gayi.

Fir humne kahi baar kiss kiya, jab koi nahi dekh raha hota tha; kahi baar uski car mein.

Ek din, mera birthday tha. Maine Arpita ko mera birthday ke baare mein bataya, jo gym khatam hone ke baad dobara aayi cake lekar. Gym mein koi nahi tha.

Humne cake cut kiya. Fir maine gift manga. Usne mujhe kiss kiya.

Maine kaha, “Kiss nahi chahiye… kuch aur.”

Arpita – Tumhe kya gift chahiye, Jalas?

Maine kaha, “Mujhe aur zyada chahiye…”

Arpita samajh gayi. Fir main use second floor wale office mein le gaya. Dopahar ka time tha; gym mein koi nahi tha.

Maine door lock kiya. Fir uske t-shirt utari aur use kiss kiya. Humne 5 min. tak bahot kiss kiya.

Arpita – Maine itni kiss apne husband ko nahi ki.

Fir maine use kaha, “Blowjob chahiye.”

Arpita jhuk gayi aur mera lower down kiya; mera loda full khada tha. Usne mera loda haath mein liya aur kaha, “Tumhara lund toh bahot bada aur mota hai. Mujhe loda muh mein liye hue 8 saal ho chuke hai.”

Fir usne mera loda apne lips par touch kiya aur kaha, “Tumhare penis ki smell mujhe bahot acchi lagi.”

Fir usne apni tongue se mere penis ko sehlaya. Mera mann kar raha tha uske baal khich kar sidha uske muh mein daal du aur ander bahar karta raha.

Uske face expression jab mera loda uske muh mein tha bahot he sexy lag rahi thi. Wo lollipop ke jaise mera loda chus rahi thi.

Arpita – I love the smell of your penis.

Maine uske baal pakde aur uska muh lund se ander bahar karne laga. Mera 2 min. mein hi ho gaya. Arpita saara sperm pee gayi. Aur fir baad mein uske muh se behta raha.

Fir maine use office table par bithaya aur uske panty down ki. Uske jhaat ke baal the.

Arpita – Mere husband ko clean shave pasand nahi aata.

Maine – Tera pati tujhe kitna chodta hai?

Arpita – 15 din ne ek baar.

Maine – Fir toh teri chut bahot pyasi hogi… btw, tera pati chutiya hai.

Arpita mujhe kiss karne lagi, but mujhe kiss mein sperm ka taste feel ho raha tha.

Maine Arpita ko litaya aur uski chut ko sehlaya. Uski chut gilli ho chuki thi. Fir Maine uski chut mein apna lund daal diya.

Arpita – Ahhhh.

Main lund ander bahar karne laga.

Arpita – Tumhara lund bahot bada hai… ye meri chut fad dega… itna lamba loda kabhi nahi liya.

Maine kaha, “Aaj le le… dobara kabhi nahi milega.”

Arpita – Ahhhh… aaaah… ahhhhhh…

Maine kaha, “Oh… condom toh lagaya nahi.”

Arpita – Koi nahi… main goli kha lungi.

Fir main use kiss karne laga aur uski bra khol di. Kya boobs the! Usko chodte chodte uske boobs chat’ta raha.

Thodi der mein, uske nikal gaya.

Arpita – Mera ho gaya.

Abhi ek hi baar hua hai; main karta raha.

Fir maine use ghodi banaya. Main apne lund uski gaand se ander bahar karke dekh raha tha. Wo piche se bahot sexy lag rahi thi.

Arpita – Thank you, Jalas… fuck me hard… dont stop!! Aaaaaahhhhh… aaaahhhh…

Mera hone wala tha. Maine use kaha, “Mera hone wala hai…”

Usne kaha, “Ander daal do.”

Maine kaha, “Pregnant ho jaogi…”

Arpita – Mujhe feel karna hai tumhara sperm… main I-pill le lungi.

Fir maine apne saara sperm uski chut mein daal diya.

Arpita – Aaaaaaaaaaah… aaaaaahhhhh… thank you, Jalas. I love you, Jalas.

Fir usne bacha hua sperm apne muh mein bhi daala. Hum dono thak chuke the.

Arpita – Jalas, mujhe tumhare lode ki smell bahot acchi lagi. Kya main use ek baar fir muh mein le sakti hun?

Maine kaha, “Theek hai.”

Usne fir mera lund upne muh mein liya. Mera lund acchi tarah shant ho chuka tha. Fir bhi wo chat’ti rahi.

Maine usse kapde daalne ke liye bola aur wo chali gayi.

Hello everyone, Harddick here with the next part of the story. In the previous part, we saw how I met my wife Sree through the ISS site, and then fucked her hard even before knowing her name. Now, let’s see further.

As we saw earlier, I met Sree directly at the hotel and we both fucked each other first, even before asking each other’s name. We just met each other for the first time. In less than 15 hours, we had fucked thrice, had rolls together, recorded our fuck video, and slept naked.

We were 31 and 33, respectively, during this encounter, and I was amazed at the way we fucked last night. I was naked on my side, watching the busty naked beauty next to me sound asleep. I woke up, saw the room split with clothes, booze, and my phone on a tripod.

I clicked it to find the battery had drained, so I put it on charge. I went to the washroom, got fresh, and had a big smile on my face with the satisfactory fuck and the amazing cunt I had. I was thinking of what all can happen in the next 2 days we are going to be together.

I came out and saw the phone had charged a bit, so I went to the gallery to see the recording. It was on the entire night and had recorded all the events in the 6-hour video. I played the video, and I was surprised at the wild sex we both had. It felt like watching a porn video, and my dick had started to grow.

Then I fast-forwarded it and stopped where I saw a movement. I saw her sucking my cock again, making me hard, and then riding me in reverse cowboy position. Her face was on the camera this time, and her expressions of lust and satisfaction made my dick rock hard now.

Again, fast forward, I saw a movement, and this time, we both were kissing each other, fondling tits and cock, and then it was me who mounted her from behind and fucked her. It just captured a few minutes of the fuck and then probably the battery died.

I connected the video to the TV and woke her up with a kiss and fondling her clit. She opened her eyes, moaning, and in a couple of minutes, she was wet again. I looked at her in astonishment, pointing out the wet finger.

Sree: “Haan aise hi hu main. Tu pure din chodega toh bhi chud jaaungi main. Tujhe jaise biwi chahiye waise hi hu main. Agar tujhe aisi chuddakad biwi chahiye sachi main toh, ya fir dusro ki tarah bas likhne k liye likh diya.”

(Yes, that’s me and my pussy. I will keep fucking if you want to fuck me the entire day. I am the kind of wife you mentioned you want in your stories. Unless it’s just fiction)

I did not say anything. I brought my cock to her, and it happily disappeared in her mouth. While I bent and started licking her cunt. We both had our morning session, and she squirted again and made me cum in her mouth. I saw her gulp my cum down.

She was indeed the slut I had mentioned in my stories. It felt like a dream come true. I challenged her to show me she was and could become the slut. If she is kind from my fantasies, then my cock will be hers forever. We both got fresh and checked out of the room.

I had found an apartment with a rooftop pool in Assagao. I challenged her to dress like a slut and that she can’t wear any bra or panties beneath. Well, she accepted the challenge, and she wore a spaghetti sundress with cutouts from the sides, which showed off her entire legs and deep cleavage.

She roamed in that at the breakfast with people ogling at her, and she was quite excited with the attention. It was an hour’s drive from where we were. It was an apartment with a terrace, pool, jacuzzi, and access to a secluded area of the beach. Only the property owners had access.

I told her about it, and she made me stop at a local shop to buy a skimpy bikini and a thin cover-up, winking that she wanted to fulfil her fantasy too. As soon as we reached and got the keys, my dick was getting hard thinking of what I was going to do next.

We locked the door, and I stripped myself into my undies, as she checked the pool. I hugged her from behind and we jumped in the pool. We came out of the water kissing each other, and I was pulling her dress chain from behind. Her eyes turned big as we were in the open in broad daylight.

I looked in her eyes, and she understood. She slipped the dress off her shoulders, making her tits float, and pulled my dick out as she kissed me. We both got naked under the water, she turned around, making me fuck her from behind.

Underwater, it felt like I was out of the world as my dick started moving to and fro. She moaned loudly, and we increased the speed. But it was getting difficult to stand and fuck, so I pulled her out on the bench. She sucked my cock for a couple of minutes, and then spread her legs, inviting me to fuck her.

We fucked there in the open, as we both were horny, and she made me cum inside her. After the fuck we got fresh and she just wore my sando, which barely covered her tits. It ended halfway through her ass, so her pussy was on display.

We ordered booze and fish, rolled another joint and enjoyed by the pool. In the evening, she took me to the beach, as it was getting dark. She made me wear those undies that covered my dick and left my ass naked. At the same time, she wore her two-piece skimpy bikini, which just covered her nipples.

Since it was off-season, it was quite empty and also raining. We both played in the water. I stripped her bikini top off her boobs and made them naked. We took photos with my dick in her hand and kissing each other as her tits were out. That kiss made us hot, and my dick hard.

I was surprised by how much and how fast it was getting hard. She gave me a blowjob in the water. Then I fucked her behind the rock as it started to go dark. She got naked and recorded our sex on the beach, and it had all close-up shots of my dick in her cunt.

We came back to the room, just in my shorts, and she wore the transparent cover-up that showed her naked ass and boobs. We got fresh and she asked.

Sree: “Aur Seth kya Karne ki iccha hai?” (And my lord, what else do you wish to do?)

Me: “Pub chalte hai, ekdum sexy kapde pehenke, and openly PDA karte hai, club ke washroom mein quickie karte hai, ya fir blowjob.” (Let’s go to a pub and be kinky with a short dress, have a quickie maybe.)

She readily agreed. But she asked me not to wear underwear below my jeans, while she wore a halter neck string dress that just covered her boobs, and a mini skirt that ended just below her pussy. She wore a G-string below it, but no bra, so if the top moved a little, her boobs would be seen.

She took me to a pub that was very dimly lit. While at the bar, I saw a girl approach me and ask me to buy her a drink. I looked at her and she winked at me. Those girls were prostitutes, and she brought me to a bar.

Sree: “Balcony main nangi home chud gayi, video banaye, open pool main chud gayi, aur Tu bole to yaha nangi hoke chud jaaungi. Tujhe ladli chodni achese aati hai, aur main ye Lund Puri life k liye apna banana chahti hu. Le ab randiyo k beech Randi banke aayi, aur ye le tere liye gift.”

(I fucked in the open balcony, open pool, we made our sex videos. You know how to satisfy a woman, and I want to make this dick mine. You wanted me to be a whore, so I am being one in this whore house. And this is a small gift for you.)

She handed her G-string to me. And then pulled me onto the dance floor and we danced, clinging to each other. She rubbed her ass on my crotch, and I openly mauled her naked ass below her skirt and kissed her in front of everyone. The girls around were staring at her as they realised she was naked in that.

We both had a good amount of drinks, and she was high. I wanted to have a quickie in the washroom, but my kinky mind has other ideas. I whispered to her, I am going to fuck you in the car, naked. Her eyes were lit, and she whispered back. ” Let’s go”

We went to the car and got in the back seat. She stripped her top straight away and pulled my dick out. It was so wild that she was sucking my dick, and I was fingering her ass. Then she pulled my jeans down and started riding me hard. My car was definitely shaking, but we did not care.

We’re at the peak of pleasure. She was too excited, and we fucked like this for 10 minutes at the most, and both released one after the other. We stayed there catching our breath for a few minutes, high, naked and sweaty. She just hung her top and we left from there.

We reached our apartment at 3 in the morning. She was tipsy, and the top barely covered her boobs. I took her to the apartment and undressed her. I slept naked only to get up in the afternoon, with a blowjob. We were supposed to leave that evening.

She cancelled her flight and decided to drive back with me. We got up, had a bath together and did not get a chance to fuck as we had to clear the apartment. We went to the beach once before leaving, clicked pictures in our skimpy clothes.

We even went naked in between the rocks, had a quickie, and then got dressed. She wore a sleeveless crop top and a skirt that had a cross slit. She did not wear anything beneath that, and neither did she let me wear anything beneath my shorts.

We drove to Pune, smoking, cuddling. Cock sucking and boob sucking. We reached her building at 2 am. in the night, and both were in no mood to leave. So I pulled her into the back seat, made her naked. She put the phone on record and recorded our hot and sweaty fuck session.

It was quite erotic, the way she stripped naked, sucked me and fucked like a bitch in the car, for a good 20 minutes. We parted ways after the fuck, and I came home.

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