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“Hi, I’m Krishna,” I’d say, a tall, fit guy with a round butt that turns heads. I love yoga and learned spiritual massage, meditation, and Tantra in India, mixing body and soul.

I’m bisexual, chasing every spot that feels good, with a spiritual spark in sex. My nipples are super erotic—when sucked, my cock gets hard instantly. One steamy night, I saw “prostate” on a naughty site—it sounded hot.

“What’s this?” I said, locking my door, heart racing. I dropped my shorts, my 6-inch cock half-hard. “Let’s try,” I whispered, lying on a towel, nervous but excited. I squirted lotion on my fingers, rubbing my tight hole, feeling it relaxes. My cock dripped. I took a deep breath and slid a finger in, feeling full.

“There it is,” I said, finding a small bump. I rubbed it, and a wild jolt hit me. “Oh, damn!” I gasped, my cock squirting liquid, soaking the towel, pleasure so big my legs shook. “This is crazy!” I moaned, loving it. I kept going, and my skills grew in India.

This thrill and my Tantra tricks made me want more, so I went to the UK for post-graduation in normal studies, building more wellness experiences with different people and exploring my bisexuality.

In the UK, sex shops and bold vibes got me hot. “This place is wild!” I grinned, teaching yoga part-time, my cock hungry for women’s curves and men’s power.

On a dating app, I met Zara, a 5’8” shemale with smooth caramel skin, long hair I wanted to pull. Her perky breasts, and a thick, 6-inch cock that made my mouth water.

“Krishna, ready to get nasty?” Zara texted, her winking emoji making my cock throb.

“When?” I asked, my jeans wet with precum.

“Saturday, my place, 8 PM,” she replied.

“Hell yeah!” I texted, buzzing with lust.

I got ready for her and went to Zara’s, where jasmine candles lit the room. She opened the door in a silk robe, eyes locked on my tight shirt and jeans hugging my butt.

“Krishna, you look yummy,” Zara purred, her robe slipping, showing her hard cock’s outline.

“You’re so sexy,” I groaned, stepping in, the air electric.

“Sit, hottie,” she said, pouring juice on her sofa. Her fingers grazed my thigh, making my cock pulse. “Wanna get wild?” she whispered, her robe falling open, revealing her hard cock, a shiny drop of precum.

“Take me,” I begged, my cock straining as she led me to her bedroom, candles dancing.

“Look at this,” I said, her room dripping with sexy vibes. Zara dropped her robe, showing perky breasts and her glistening cock. I ripped off my shirt, my nipples hard, then my jeans, my cock springing free, precum dripping down my leg.

“Krishna, you’re a snack,” Zara teased, her nails scraping my chest, her lips closing on my nipple, sucking hard. My cock jumped, fully hard in a second, pleasure shooting through me.

“You’re killing me,” I moaned, crashing onto her bed, our bodies tangling.
“I’ll make you scream,” she whispered, kissing my neck and leaving red marks. Her tongue swirled on my other nipple, teeth nipping, making my cock squirt a little, wetting her belly.

“Oh, Zara!” I gasped, my cock spraying more on her breasts, the pleasure dizzying. “Your moans are hot,” she teased, sucking my nipple again, my cock throbbing harder.

“More, please!” I begged, her jasmine scent driving me nuts.

“Hold on, baby,” she smirked, hands stroking my cock’s base. I slid a condom on her cock, rubbing lube until it shone. “You’re ready,” she moaned. I smeared gel on my butt, my hole eager.

“Do me now,” I said, climbing on top, my cock leaking on her.

“Slow, lover,” she said, her cock’s tip teasing my hole.

“Feels so good,” I moaned, sliding down, her cock stretching me, then hitting my prostate. Pleasure exploded, my cock squirting, soaking her breasts. “So damn hot!” I groaned, rocking with her, each thrust sparking bliss.

“You’re so tight,” Zara moaned, slapping my butt, her lips back on my nipple, sucking deep. My cock hardened more, dripping wildly.

“Like paradise,” I panted, kissing her, our tongues wild, her breasts rubbing my chest.

“Harder?” she asked, eyes gleaming.

“Yes!” I cried, craving more.

“All for you,” she whispered, thrusting deep, her balls smacking my butt, her tongue flicking my nipple.

“I’m so wet,” I gasped, my cock squirting, drenching her. “Naughty boy,” she laughed, sucking my nipple, making me spill more. “Let’s switch,” she said, putting me in doggy, my butt up. She added lube, sliding in, hitting my prostate, her fingers pinching my nipple.

“Yes, Zara!” I moaned, squirting, the bed soaked, my body on fire.

“You’re wide open,” she said, spanking me, her lips teasing my nipple from the side.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, my cock dripping, pleasure flooding me.

“Almost there,” she groaned, speeding up.

“Me too!” I gasped, squirting till I was empty, my body shaking with ecstasy. Zara moaned, her condom catching her load. We collapsed, sweaty, laughing, hearts racing.

“That was insane,” I panted, buzzing with joy.

“Round two?” Zara teased, licking my nipple, my cock twitching again.

“Anytime,” I grinned, my body alive.

Later, I texted Zara, “You’re my addiction.” Our chats were pure fire. “I’ve got a fantasy,” I said. “Banging a woman while you bang me, all of us lost in pleasure.”

“That’s hot,” Zara replied. “Lena’s perfect—curvy, wild. Next weekend?”

“I’m so hard,” I texted, cock throbbing.

I got ready for Zara and went to her place, candles glowing. Lena opened the door, a curvy goddess with glowing skin, bright eyes, and a tight dress showing her big breasts and hips.
“Krishna, let’s get crazy,” Lena said, hugging me, her breasts pressing close, her rose scent making me dizzy.

“I’m ready,” I said, my cock hard.

“Krishna’s got a dirty dream,” Zara winked, her silk shorts showing her hard cock.

“Show me,” Lena purred, leading us to the bedroom, candles flickering. Lena yanked off her dress, revealing lacy underwear, her breasts spilling out, nipples hard. Zara stripped, her thick cock shiny. I tore off my clothes, my nipples stiff, my cock dripping precum.

“You’re delicious,” Lena whispered, her lips near my ear, then on my nipple, sucking softly. My cock shot up, hard instantly, pleasure ripping through me.
“You’re both too much,” I groaned, kissing Lena’s sweet lips, then Zara’s hungry ones.

“Let’s wreck you,” Lena teased, her nails scratching my belly, Zara’s lips sucking my other nipple, my cock pulsing wildly.

“Do it,” I said, diving onto the bed, our bodies burning. “On your knees, Lena,” I said, her wet pussy ready. I knelt behind, sliding my cock into her tight, warm pussy, her moans loud. “Good?” I asked, thrusting deep.

“Oh, yes!” Lena gasped, her pussy gripping me. Zara lubed my hole, her hands on my hips. “Want me?” she asked, her condom-covered cock sliding into my butt, hitting my prostate, pleasure bursting. Our bodies synced—Lena’s hips perfect, my knees steady, Zara’s thrusts matching, sweat dripping.

“Krishna, more!” Lena moaned, her breasts bouncing, her juices coating my cock.

“So good,” I groaned, Zara’s cock like lightning, her lips on my nipple, my cock squirting into Lena.

“Take us,” Zara said, spanking me, her breasts grazing my back.

“Switch it up,” Lena said. “Lie down,” I told her. Lena lay back, pulling my cock into her pussy. I leaned forward, arms strong. “I’m ready,” I told Zara. She knelt behind, sliding into my butt, hitting my spot.

Lena’s lips found my nipple, sucking hard, my cock throbbing. Zara’s hands gripped my hips, our rhythm perfect.

“You’re amazing,” Lena moaned, nails digging into my back.

“Feel everything,” Zara said, spanking me, her thrusts wild, her tongue flicking my nipple.

“Suck my breasts,” Lena begged. “Like this?” I asked, licking her nipple, tongue swirling, her screams loud.

“New position,” Zara said. “Stay there, Lena,” I said, kneeling to thrust into her pussy. Zara stood at the bed’s edge, her cock in my butt, her lips teasing my nipple. “Pull me in,” I told Lena, her hands on my butt, Zara’s slaps stinging.

“Harder!” Lena screamed, her pussy soaking.

“You’re ours,” Zara whispered, pounding faster, sucking my nipple.

“One more,” I said. Lena got on her knees, me behind, cock in her pussy. “Now, Zara,” I said, cock in my butt. The angle was tight, Zara’s cock hitting my prostate.

Lena’s lips on my nipple, my cock squirting into Lena, pleasure crashing like waves.

“I’m cumming!” Lena screamed, her pussy pulsing.

“Me too,” Zara gasped, her condom full.

“Same!” I moaned, squirting, body shaking with ecstasy. We fell together, sweaty, laughing, the room thick with sex.

“That was unreal,” I panted, heart soaring.

“Again soon?” Lena asked, Zara’s fingers on my nipple, my cock twitching.

“Count me in,” I grinned, buzzing with bliss.

Days later, Zara texted, “Krishna, do a wellness session, Indian style?”

“Heck yeah!” I replied, eager to share my skills.

I went to Zara’s, candles glowing, lavender in the air. “Work your magic,” Zara said, in a loose robe, eyes flirty.

“Lie down,” I said, starting her 3-hour session with a coconut oil massage. “Nice?” I asked, rubbing her back, her breasts moving. “So good,” she moaned. I used lube on her hole, rubbing her prostate.

“Yes,” she gasped, dripping. I scrubbed her with turmeric paste, then guided Yoga Nidra. “Float away,” I whispered, her smile calm.

Lena texted, “Krishna, give me a wellness massage?”

“Let’s do it,” I said, heading to her place, candles lit. “Show me,” Lena teased, in a silk slip, curves sexy.

“Lie down,” I said, massaging with coconut oil. “Good?” I asked, rubbing her chest, breasts pressing. “Amazing,” she gasped. I touched her clitoris with lube, and then her G-spot. “Oh!” she yelled, cumming. I scrubbed her with turmeric paste, then led Yoga Nidra. “Rise,” I whispered, her smile peaceful.

“Hey, Zara and Lena lit my path,” I’d tell you, now a yoga teacher in India. My skills—Tantra, massage, prostate, clitoris, G-spot—mix sexy and spiritual. My sessions spark bodies with oil, turmeric, and Yoga Nidra.

I’m bisexual, loving all bodies. “Try your prostate or G-spot!” I’d say. If anyone in India wants to try, email me [email protected]

Mera naam Priya hain. Main 21 saal ki hoon. Mera rang dudh jesa gora hain. 20 saal tak main bahot hi sidhi sadi aur sanskari ladki thi. Par jab se 21 saal ki hoon, thodi bigad gayi hoon. Sabke samne sanskari lekin akele main chut mein ungli karne ka bas mauka hi dhundhti rehti hoon.

Main ek apartment mein apne mummy aur papa ke sath rehti hoon. Apartment mein ek watchman bhi hain jo gate ke paas hi rehta hain. Apartment 6 floors ka hain. Mera flat 4th floor par hain. Har floor par 2 flats hain. Niche parking aur uper terrace hain. Parking aur terrace ka aage ke part mein importance hain, isliye pehle bata rahi hoon.

To baat uss time ki jab main bas 21 saal ki thi. Mere birthday ke 2 mahine baad, mummy papa kisi dur ke rishtedar ki shaadi mein jaa rahe the. Main nahi jaa rahi thi kyoki bahot dur kisi gao mein shaadi thi aur 2 week wahi rehna tha. To sirf mummy papa hi ja rahe the.

To main pehli baar apne ghar mein 2 week ke liye akeli rehne wali thi. Meri khushi ka thikana nahi tha. Main to bas wait kar rahi thi ki kab mummy papa uss din shaam shaadi mein jaane ke liye nikle aur main apne kapde utar feku. Main in 2 weeks mein puri nangi rehna ka plan bana chuki thi. Main kapdo ko dekhne bhi nahi wali thi.

Shaam ko 6 baje mummy papa shaadi mein jaane ke liye nikal gaye. Aur 6:05 ko maine apne kapde utar diye aur almari mein rakh kar use lock kar diya. Chabi maine mummy papa ke room mein window se dal thi jo unke bed par giri thi.

Ab mummy papa ke room mein password lock tha. Password mujhe pata tha lekin 2 step varification tha to OTP papa ke phone par jata tha har baar. To Main baar baar to ander ja nahi sakti thi chabi lene aur rakhne le liye. Bas ek do baar hi ja sakti thi – wo bhi papa ko koi bahana batane ke baad. To mera 2 week nanga rehna confirm tha.

Ab ye sab mein 7 baj gaye. Maine, subah ka khana bacha tha, wahi khaya.

Ab raat 8:30 huye the aur mere dimag mein ek risky fantasy aayi. Maine socha, “Aaj raat ghar ke bahar jau, bilkul nangi, aur ghumu.” Soch kar hi meri chut gili ho gayi. Maine chut mein ungli ki aur kuch nudes bhi click kiye apne. Ab raat ke 12:45 ho gaye the.

Main ghar se bahar nikli pehli baar bilkul nangi. Maine door open hi rakha aur sidhiyo se niche jaane lagi. Mujhe darr to lag raha tha ki koi dekh lega lekin bina kapdo ke ghumne ki excitement bhi thi.

Main parking area mein pahoch gayi. Main watchman ko dekh rahi thi ek gadi ke piche chhupkar. Jese hi 1 baja, wo gate se chala gaya.

Maine suna tha papa se ki watchman raat ko 1 baje chai pine jata hain. Aur isliye maine 1 baje hi apartment se bahar nikalne ka plan banaya.

Main gate ke paas aayi aur dekha ki watchman kisi aur ja raha hain. Main uski opposite side jaane ka decide kiya.

Main apartment ke gate se bahar aa gayi. Main raste ke bich bich bina kapdo ke khadi thi. Mera figure 34C-28-32 hain. Meri chut pani chhod rahi thi. Mere nipples shakti se tan gaye the.

Main chalne lagi aas pas dekhte hue ki, “Koi dekh nahi raha hain na?” Fir chalte chalte main apne boobs dabane lagi, nipples pinch karne lagi, apni gand par thappad marne lagi aur chut ko sehlane lagi.

Aise main 10 minutes chali thi aur main nake tak pahuch gayi thi. Yaha se main road start hota hain. Main road par chalne lagi main, wo bhi ab aankh bandh karke. Main bahot confident feel kar rahi thi.

Thodi der chalne ke baad, mujhe road ki uss aur men’s washroom dikha. Maine socha, “Public men’s washroom hain… bohot ganda aur badbudar hoga. Ek baar dekhna to banta hain.”

Maine road cross ki aur men’s washroom mein ander aa gayi. Bahot hi gandi badbu aa rahi thi aur ek bulb chal raha tha. Uss bulb ki roshni mein maine 3 urinals dekhe. Tino bahot gande aur pani mut se bhare hue the. Shayad koi thuka bhi hoga aur koi to jhad bhi gaya hoga inme.

Main ghutno ke bal beth gayi aur bich vale urinal ki surface ko apni jibh se lick kiya. Maine wo ganda mut aur cum wala paani chakha.

Pata nahi kyo, lekin mujhe wo pasand aaya. Fir maine mud ke dekha to 2 indian style toilet bhi the lekin unke door nahi the. Open hi the dono. Aur uske toilet mein pani nahi aata tha to kuch bhi saad nahi tha na urinals aur na hi toilet.

Toilet mein tatti padi hui thi na jaane kitne logo ki. Dono toilet tatti se bhare pade the. Ghutno ke bal main ek toilet tak chal kar gayi aur jhuk kar maine toilet ke farsh ko bhi lick kiya aur tatti bhi chakhi. Mujhe wo bhi pasand aaya.

Mujhe toilet aur urinals apni jibh se saaf karne ka man kiya. Lekin “fir kabhi aaungi” sochkar chhod diya aur bahar aa gayi.

Maine road fir se cross kiya aur jis direction mein pehle chal rahi thi, uss direction mein chalna continue kiya. Mujhe ab bilkul bhi darr nahi lag raha tha. Maine apne sare sanskar ghar par chhod diye the ya kahu to almari mein lock kar diye the. Raat ke 2 baje main road par bina kapdo ke nangi chal rahi thi.

Aage main kya karti hu, wo part 2 mein janiye.

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Dosto, ye to kuch mahino pehle ki meri fantasy thi to jo ho gaya, wo to ho gaya. Aur main wahi bata rahi hoon. Lekin abhi kuch dino mein mummy papa fir se bahar ja rahe hain 3 din ke liye.

Main fir se kuch karne ka soch rahi hoon. Kya karu dosto?

Comments mein suggest karenge na mere dosto. Aur ha… abhi tak ki story kesi lagi, wo bhi comment karna.

Next part aane tak socho ki maine kya kiya hoga 2 baje ke baad.

My mom was all set on screwing me. She held me by my hand and walked her baby boy to her bedroom. As the door closed behind them, Sejalben and my aunt could not help but laugh.

They saw the way my mother looked at me. They knew my mother could not be any more desperate to fuck me. They had been telling her about the amazing sex they had with me. Maybe that’s why my mother could not keep it to herself any longer.

I was feeling a mix of fear, excitement, and confusion. Never have I ever thought of my mother in a sexual way before, but it was about to change forever. As we entered my mom’s room, she latched the door behind us.

She gave me a seductive smile, something a son never expects from her mother. She was wearing a silk nightie that accentuated her curves. I could feel my heart racing as she approached me.

“Mom, what are you doing? Please stop!” I asked and pleaded with her to stop. But she was not listening to me. “I’m your mother, and I have my needs to fulfil,” she said in a dominating voice. She ran her fingers through my hair and pulled me closer for a kiss.

“How does it feel if my own son gives pleasure to his aunt and maid, but not his mother, the same mother who carries him in her womb for nine months? I want you to make love to me, just like you do with Sejal and your chachi. Come, make love to your mommy!”

I was taken by shock. I had never thought of my mom in a sexual way before. “That’s a different thing, Mom. Sejal is our maid, and I was helping Chachiji in a way, you know.”

“So, help your mom, too, son. I am wet already! Fuck me, baby.” As she stood before me, her intentions were very clear about what she wanted. My body was giving in. I couldn’t deny my own desires any longer.

“Okay, Mom. Since you insist so much, your boy is ready to enter you again,” I said, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close. “Now that’s my sweet boy. Give your mom a big kiss…”

We kissed for a long time. Our tongues were already in action. Now I wanted my mom as much as she wanted me. My mom was quick to drop her nightie on the floor. She also tore apart my clothes.

The mother-son couple were naked and ready for some action. I touched her body, feeling her breasts as she moaned in excitement. “Fuck me, son,” she whispered while biting me. “Fuck me like I am your bitch.”

I didn’t need any more encouragement. I placed her on the bed and spread her legs wide. And in an instant, I put my dick into my mother’s vagina. In and out I went, thrusting into her, making her moan every second. She was about to orgasm, and I cum inside her.

She too came at the same moment. We lay there, after taking our relationship to a whole new level. I knew that this was something that we would never forget and would only make our bond grow stronger.

I kissed her and said, “I love you, Mom. Not the usual mom-son love, something much beyond.” She replied, “I love you too, baby. Always. Give your mommy a big kiss. Muaah!”

We spent some time kissing each other and fell asleep beside each other naked.
The next morning at about 8 am, Sejal and my aunt were knocking on the door, which woke me up. I was still naked, but I opened the door.

Sejal came in and said, “Darling, I have made breakfast for you.” Sejal and my aunt saw me and my mom naked and smiled. I woke up my mom and said, “Mom, Sejal and chachi saw us naked. Dress up!”

“Relax motherfucker. They know about this!”

The three ladies started laughing while I was confused. My mom leaned forward to hug me and said, “Beta, I told them about us. Don’t worry, I am not ashamed of sleeping with my son, nor should you be ashamed of sleeping with your mother. After all, sex is the best form of love, isn’t it?”

I looked at Sejal and my aunt, expecting them to be shocked or disgusted. But instead, they were smiling at me. “I am happy for you, beta.” Sejal said, “I know how much you love your mom, and I know that she loves you too. Bhabhi, we should try a threesome with him next.”

My aunt nodded in agreement. “We are a family, beta,” she said. “And sex makes a family come together. Let’s do a group sex, right now.”

My Mom said, “Relax, Swati, let us have some food first.”

All four of us sat down for breakfast. The three ladies were discussing the positions they love to fuck me. Chachi said, “I like the way he does anal sex. You should definitely get your ass screwed by your son.”

Sejal laughed and said, “For me, it’s missionary. He is just the master of it.” As we finished eating, my mom looked at me and smiled. “I love you, baby,” she said. “I love you too, Mom,” I replied, “I love you, chachi and Sejal.”

We stood up and hugged each other. We were now ready for a big session of sex. I had to satisfy three ladies, my mom, aunt and maid at the same time. I was up for the challenge to satisfy them all.

The ladies led me to the drawing room, as there was no one in the house but us. I sat on the sofa while the ladies danced and put on a sexy show for me.

What happens between me and the ladies in our group sex session will be shared in the next part of this series. I hope you enjoyed this story.

I intensely chose a bright yellow churidar suit that hugged my curves. The fabric clung tightly to my thighs and ass, making every line of my body visible through it. My dupatta hardly covered the deep cleavage. The thin churidar outlined the swell of my hips and the soft mound between my legs so clearly.

I had left my hair open, the long strands flowing over my shoulders and brushing against the curves of my boobs. My lips glistened with fresh lipstick, soft and wet, as if inviting a bite. The sweet, intoxicating fragrance of my perfume made my whole presence even more seductive.

The tight churidar clung to my thighs, stretching over the bulge of my pussy and tracing the roundness of my ass. Each step on my high heels lifted my hips just enough to make my ass look fuller, firmer, and more tempting, like it was meant to be grabbed and fucked right there.

When I pushed the door open, Malhotra ji’s eyes instantly travelled down my sexy figure, from the heaving rise of my boobs to the tightness of my ass in a churidar. At that very moment, I realised that I had come only to collect my transfer order.

But my look itself was enough to remind him of that night when I had been nothing more than his slut. Malhotra’s eyes were shamelessly roaming over my body as if he was stripping me naked right there.

With a smile, he extended the paper and said, “Finally, your transfer order has arrived, Payal ji. Congratulations.”

The way he extended the word congratulations made it seem less like a formality and more like a reminder, the price I have paid. When I picked up the paper, his fingers softly touched mine. The heat of his gaze said clearly that he had not forgotten a single moan of that night.

I accepted the paper with both hands, but instead of lowering my eyes like an obedient teacher, I lifted my chin and met his gaze. With a shameless smile, I said softly, “Sir, this is only because of your kindness. Otherwise, a mere teacher like me never had the status for such favour.”

After listening to me, Malhotra Sir studied my face carefully. A smile spread across his lips. He said, “It seems you are taunting me now.”

I lowered my gaze for a moment, then slowly looked at him. With a naughty smile, I bit my lower lip and said, “Sir, why should I taunt you? I want to thank you.”

He smiled after listening to me and said, “You look different today. I’ve always seen you in a saree. But in this suit, you are killing me.”

I leaned forward slightly, letting my dupatta slip just enough to hint at my cleavage. My lips curled into a teasing smile as I replied, “Sir, you still haven’t seen me in every form.” My voice dropped lower, sultry and deliberate, an invitation he couldn’t ignore.

Hearing my words, his eyes sparkled with hunger. I noticed his breathing grow heavier. One of his hands slipped discreetly to his pants, adjusting the bulge that was already straining against the fabric.

If we weren’t inside the secretariat chamber, he would have grabbed my waist, bent me over his desk, and rammed his cock into my pussy, fucking me senseless right there.

I turned slightly, smiling as I teased, “Sir, I still want to thank you once more for that unforgettable performance you gave me that night.”

In the meantime, the phone which was on his desk got a call. While he was talking to someone, I got up from the chair and walked around in his cabin. I was looking at him with such a sharp gaze that he was not able to take his eyes off me. His focus was not on the call but on me.

He was saying sorry, Sir, repeatedly. It seemed as if it were a call from some minister, and he was not able to constrain his words. When he finished talking, he was drenched in sweat. I felt some pressure. I enjoyed the peace I felt seeing the tension on Malhotra’s face.

I said to him in a teasing manner, “Sir, it seems you are very busy. I should leave. Maybe I could not thank you properly today.”

His face had already softened, and the way his eyes were on me made it clear he was enjoying my presence. But just then his phone rang. The sudden interruption cut through the moment, leaving him restless while he attended the call.

When he finally looked up, I could see disappointment on his face, as if something had slipped away. I smiled lightly and said in a teasing tone,
“Sir, if you wish, we can always meet later, too. You know, thanking you properly still feels like a burden on me.”

He quickly raised his hand as if to stop me and said with a faint smile,
“There is nothing like that. I am not busy. It was just a call from the minister, Sir. We have a meeting in one hour, so I’m a little tense.”

I gave him a naughty smile and said, “Sir, you’ve removed such a big tension of mine. So can’t I remove your small tension too?”

For a moment, his eyes widened, caught between surprise and curiosity. The seriousness on his face loosened, and though he tried to hide it. I could sense the thought in his mind.

He blurted out in frustration, “That fucking minister had to dump a meeting on me right now of all times.”

I leaned closer with curious eyes, “What happened, Sir?”

His gaze flicked to me, then softening into something heavier, hungrier. For a moment, he seemed to forget his irritation. He muttered, “Meeting in an hour, preparations pending, presentation still not ready. Fuck this minister.”

The way his eyes on me told a different story. That contrast made me smile inside. He was tense about work, but his eyes were saying I want you fucking right now.

After understanding his situation, I smiled and said, “Sir, you will not be able to focus on work like this. You need to relax a bit. And I know very well how to relax you.”

He looked at me with hesitation and whispered, “Right now?”

I tilted my head, gave a wicked smile, and replied, “So what’s the problem?”

His eyes darted toward the walls, almost nervously. “It’s too risky here, Payal ji. This is the chamber. What if someone knows?”

I laughed softly, my voice full of mischief. “I’m a woman, and I’m not scared. But you are a man, are you not? Fine then, let me go. Your minister must be waiting.”

I turned toward the door, but before I could touch the handle, his hand gripped mine firmly. Pulling me back, he looked deep into my eyes and muttered,
“The minister has gone to fuck. Now it’s my turn.”

In one swift move, he locked the door, pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, and placed it over the camera.

He came close, he pulling me tight against him. His lips were on mine, and in an instant, I was in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue explored my mouth with such hunger that it felt like he wanted to devour me raw.

The thrill shot through my body, kissing a senior officer right inside the secretariat chamber. My heart raced from the fear of being caught, but at the same time, a strange excitement pulsed inside me. I was trembling, yet enjoying every second of it.

When our lips finally broke apart, I caught my breath and teased with a sly smile, “Sir, you look so good when you’re this masculine. But just a while ago, watching you like a scared little cat in front of that minister. I didn’t like that side of you.”

He cupped my face and said, “You’re telling the truth, my darling. If I get a hot, sexy teacher like you, then to hell with the minister.”

I smiled playfully, put my hands on his chest, and pushed him back into the chair. For a moment, he looked surprised. Then he grinned as I stood over him, my dupatta slipping from my shoulder.

“Sir,” I whispered, my hair brushing against his face, “you think only you can be in charge? Today I’ll show you what your hot teacher can do.”

His eyes opened wide as I slowly sat on his lap, one leg on each side. Holding the chair arms, I moved my hips against him, feeling his hardness over my thin churidar.

He let out a soft moan and tried to hold my waist, but I caught his hands and pressed them down on the chair. “Not so fast, Sir,” I teased, biting my lip. “This time, I’m the one in control.”

For a second, I saw a little hesitation on his face, like he was not sure what to do. But I didn’t let him think much. I tied my hair back, looked into his eyes, and slowly went down on my knees in front of his chair.

I touched the bulge in his pants and said, “Sir, it’s feeling so hard. How can you focus on work with this. You relax, I will take care of you.”

Without another word, I leaned closer, my fingers slipping to his waist. I unhooked the clip of his pants and pulled down the zipper, my eyes never leaving his face. The surprise in his expression only made me smile wickedly.

I slid my hand inside, wrapped my fingers around his thick cock, and pulled it free. It was already stiff and throbbing in my grip. Without wasting a second, I bent forward, let my tongue trace the length of his shaft, and then wrapped my lips around the head.

He froze, staring down at me in shock and hunger. Meeting his eyes deliberately, I gave a mischievous smile and sank my mouth deeper onto his cock, sucking him slowly and hard.

His breath caught in his throat the moment my lips closed around him. The chamber that just moments ago echoed with his minister’s call now filled with the wet, obscene sound of my sucking.

“Fuck Payal,” he whispered hoarsely, his hand instinctively gripping the armrest of the chair, then my hair.

I kept my eyes locked on his, my tongue swirling around the swollen head, dragging slowly down his shaft and then pulling it back into my mouth with a wet slurp. Every time I pushed him deeper, his hips twitched, his control slipping.

The thrill of being on my knees, between his legs, in his official cabin with the door locked and camera covered, made my pussy throb with heat. I tightened my lips and let him slide down my throat, gagging lightly but never pulling away.

His fingers curled tighter in my hair as he groaned, “Ah, you slut. You’ll make me lose it right here in the office.”

I pulled back just enough to lick the underside of his cock, then looked up at him with a wicked grin, my lips shiny with his precum.

“Then give it to me, Sir,” I whispered, stroking him with both hands before taking him back in, sucking harder, faster, as if milking his power right out of him.

Malhotra Sir was already losing his mind. His thighs tensed under my hands, his grip on my hair turned desperate. He said,

“Payal, fuck… I can’t hold it anymore,” he tried to pull my head away, but I pressed deeper, my throat swallowing his thick cock.

My lipstick was smudged, saliva dripping from my lips onto his balls as I bobbed harder, faster. I wanted him to break.

He looked down at me, sweat beading on his forehead, his face flushed red with lust and panic. Like he knew the minister could call again at any second, like he knew if anyone knocked, they would find their senior officer getting sucked by a married teacher on his own chair. That thought only made me suck harder.

He said with wild eyes. “Ah, you bitch, you’re going to make me cum right here.” his whole body was jerking.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, my tongue flicking at the tip, and then he exploded. “Fuck… Payal,” he shouted, trying to muffle his voice.

Hot, thick jets of semen shot into my mouth, filling it so quickly I had no choice but to swallow greedily. Some spilt out, dripping from the corner of my lips down my chin. I moaned as I gulped him down, looking straight into his eyes while his cock twitched helplessly in my mouth.

When I finally pulled off with a loud, wet pop, I licked my lips and wiped the dripping cum with my fingers, sucking it slowly like nectar.

His shirt clinging to his sweaty body, his eyes wild. He looked at me like he couldn’t believe what just happened.

I smiled, still on my knees, “Sir, now tell me, will you ever be able to focus on files after tasting this kind of relief?”

He leaned back in his chair, still panting, his cock slowly softening in his open pants. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Malhotra Sir looked at me and whispered, “Payal, you’re dangerous. If you stay around me, I’ll forget all my duties.”

I smiled knowingly, stood up, and adjusted my dupatta back over my breast. Without saying another word, I turned to leave. I glanced back once. My lips curved in a wicked smile. His eyes were still glued to me.

I licked my lower lip slowly and teased, “Sir, you’re really scared of those ministers, aren’t you?”

His jaw tightened. “I’m not scared of anyone like that,” he said.

I let out a soft laugh, deliberately arching my back so my ass looked even rounder as I reached for the door. Then I looked back at him again, eyes glinting with mischief.

“Really? That’s why you’re sending me out? I know very well, the moment I step outside, you’ll zip up your pants and start following their orders again like a good little boy.”

I knew my words were sinking deep into him, twisting his control. My smile was a dare, a challenge for him to stop me. My tone stayed playful, dripping with mockery, but Malhotra wasn’t fooled. He knew exactly what game I was playing.

Flaunting my curves, swaying my ass, and letting every word roll off my tongue like a promise of sin. The way his eyes roamed shamelessly over my body told me everything. My cleavage spilling out of my suit, the arch of my hips, the mischievous glint in my eyes. It was too much for him.

Malhotra was supposed to be the powerful officer here, but right now, he looked utterly helpless in front of my beauty and my teasing.

So, tell me, will Malhotra really focus on the minister’s important meeting, or will Payal’s curves and naughty smile keep his cock harder?
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The story revolves around Nilofer. A shy and gentle woman of humble background. She got married when she was 19 to Ajaz, who was 39. They lived in a joint family consisting of her mother-in-law, sister-in-law and two children.

Her mother-in-law, Rubeena, was in her 60s and was quite orthodox. On the other hand, Anjum, who was Nilofer’s sister-in-law, was a modern woman, growing up with a proper education. She was in her early 20s and was Nilofer’s closest friend in the household.

Nilofer had a 4-year-old daughter, Jannat, and 2 a 2-year-old boy, Amir. Nilofer, having given birth to two children, wasn’t the leanest, but she wasn’t fat either. She was curvy but in a good way. Having played local sports growing up, she was fairly fit.

She was 5’4 and had juicy breasts of size 36D. Her most salient feature was her ass. It was well-rounded and tempting for anyone whose gaze fell upon her. Even though she would walk around in a burqa, her ass swayed invitingly when she walked.

By nature, she was an introvert who kept her feelings to herself. Rarely discussing anything personal with anyone, not even Anjum, who was close to her.

Her husband, Ajaz, was a construction worker, and they lived in the Shaheen Baug in Delhi. Ajaz did manual work at construction sites across Delhi. The family was able to survive on his income as he was the sole earner.

On one Friday evening, he came home from work looking happier than ever. He sat down to eat as Rubeena made roti for him and Nilofer served him food. The women were to eat only after Ajaz was done with his meal. Once Ajaz had finished eating, he turned to his mother,

Ajaz: I met someone during today’s namaz at the mosque. My friend Abdul introduced me to him. He said they were looking for workers for a project in Dubai and asked me if I was interested. I said yes.

Rubeena: That’s great news. For how long will you be gone?

Ajaz: It’s a 3-month job, and the pay is good. If things worked out well, we might be able to save up for a bigger house.

Ajaz’s family lived in an old house that had seen better days. The paint was unrecognisable, and the seepage through the house was pretty evident. With the children growing up, it would be nice to have a better house.

While Rubeena was happy, Nilofer thought about her loneliness during Ajaz’s absence. Even though her love life only involved lying still while Ajaz made love to her, she didn’t complain much.

Having married at a young age, she wasn’t aware of any other form of love. She never experienced foreplay or climax, for that matter.

She packed Ajaz’s stuff as he had to leave the next morning. Ajaz finished his smoke and came down to the bedroom. Nilofer had just finished packing. He came behind her and, before she could turn, pushed her to the bed.

Nilofer: At least let me open my salwar.

She had accepted this way of life long ago. Ajaz was consumed in lust and had no intention to be interrupted. He pinned her to the bed and pressed her ass roughly, making her squint in pain.

Nilofer: Ahh, please be gentle. You’re hurting me.

Ajaz: I am going to miss this juicy body of yours. I want to enjoy it before I leave.

He untangled her salwar’s thread and slid it down her knees.

Ajaz: Now be my bitch and get on all fours.

Nilofer was used to these abuses. This is one of the things that turned Ajaz on as soon as she took her position. Ajaz spanked her ass cheek. She yelped in pain. He spat on his dick and shoved his 5-inch dick in her pussy. She felt a sharp pain as her insides were dry.

The stretch of her pussy skin was painful, but she was used to this ordeal. With a few more strokes, the entire shaft was inside her. He humped her for 2 mins and released his load on her ass cheeks with a loud grunt. Nilofer was quiet the whole time. Looking at the sky outside.

As Ajaz slept that night, Nilofer was left thinking about how they would manage without Ajaz. He was her husband for life after all. Moving past her pain, she slept with the thoughts of a better tomorrow.

In the morning, Ajaz left after breakfast. Nilofer bid him farewell with a heavy heart. Ajaz gave some money to Rubeena and Nilofer to run the house in his absence, with the promise of more once he reaches abroad. Nilofer occupied herself with the household chores.

Anjum came from college and, sensing that her Bhabhi was feeling sad, chatted for a while. Nilofer went to feed Amir. She still breastfed Amir while Jannat no longer needed to be fed to sleep. As she was feeding Amir, last night’s ordeal flashed in front of her.

She had a lingering pain in her pussy due to yesterday’s rough intercourse. Since Amir was a c-section baby and her stitches hadn’t healed completely, it felt painful. She thought that the pain would subside and slept.

In the morning, while taking a shower as she was applying soap on her silky-smooth skin, the soap trickled across the curves of her body and made contact with her mound. She felt a sharp pain, and she immediately washed herself with water. She informed Rubeena about this.

They did not have enough money to visit a gynaecologist, as whatever Ajaz had left with them was barely enough to feed them. She made peace, thinking that pain would subside eventually, and continued her work. In the evening, she was chatting with Anjum and told her about her discomfort.

Anjum insisted on visiting a doctor and getting it checked. Nilofer refused. They lived in a Muslim neighbourhood where there were no female gynaecologists. Also, they did not have the money to pay for the consultation.

Anjum told her that there’s a mohalla clinic in their area. They have a visiting gynaecologist every Tuesday. It’s free of charge since it’s government-run. She offered to take her along for the checkup. When they reached the clinic, it was poorly maintained and had a long queue of patients.

Nilofer was in a black burqa. She had a white salwar kurti underneath. Her black bra and panty outline was visible over her salwar and kurti. She took the token and waited on the bench for her turn. The visiting gynaecologist was Dr Gautam.

He had his own clinic in Noida, but he used to assist in the government clinic sometimes. Gautam was 5’11 in height with an athletic build. He was 34 but looked like 28. He wore a light blue shirt with sleeves folded, with dark blue trousers and tan shoes. His looks commanded respect.

His voice was deep, which immediately asserted his dominance when consulting patients. Anjum blushed as she saw Dr Gautam step out to talk on his cell phone. He had the personality that drew attention from all age groups.

Nilofer saw him, and her gaze fixated on him. Well dressed, well-groomed and chiselled face. He felt dreamy.

Nilofer: Is this the gynaecologist? I thought it would be a female doctor.

Anjum: Visiting doctors are allotted based on availability. Do you want to come back next week?

Nilofer: Let it be. Might as well consult today since the pain has not subsided. (hiding her jitters)

Around 7 PM is when the attendant called out Nilofer’s token. Anjum and Nilofer walked to the cabin where the gynaecologist was seated. The cabin had a desk and chair on one end. The cabin was split into two parts and partitioned with a curtain in between.

Gautam: Hello!

He said with a smile. His perfume was emanating across the room.

Gautam: Who is the patient amongst you?

Anjum: That would be my Bhabhi; she has been feeling some discomfort lately.

Gautam: Hello mam. What’s your name?

Nilofer: Umm.. Nilofer.

She was coy and kept staring down. Her introverted personality was taking over her.

Gautam: How can I help you today?

Nilofer: I…err… am having some pain near the bottom of my stomach lately and wanted to get it checked.

She was clearly uncomfortable spilling the beans to a male gyno with her sister-in- law next to her.

Gautam: Could you show me the specific area of discomfort?

Nilofer: Anjum, could you wait outside? I’ll be with you

She whispered to Anjum in her ear. She thought it would be better to talk when she is not around. As Anjum left, still doting eyes with the Doctor, Nilofer felt embarrassed explaining her plight.

Nilofer: Actually, I have pain in my private part. I thought it would subside, but it hasn’t.

Gautam: Please extend your left hand so that I can check your pulse.

Nilofer extended her left hand, and as soon as Gautam touched her, he was pleasantly surprised by the softness of her skin. Nilofer was fair-skinned and had milky skin. Gautam held on to her hand while glancing at her eyes.

Gautam: Pulse seems normal. I would need to examine you. Kindly go behind the curtain, take off your burqa, and lie down on the table.

Nilofer had butterflies in her stomach. On one hand, it was against her conservative principles to expose herself to a stranger man. On the other hand, this was quite exciting. She was in solitary confinement with a handsome stranger whom she was awestruck by.

She decided to do as instructed. She slid her burqa over her head, placed it on the table, and lay down. Gautam came in after confirming her readiness. He was a little taken aback by how pretty Nilofer looked in her simple attire.

He was used to seeing patients with dull faces, troubled with disease, all around him in the clinic compound. A pretty face was a happy and welcome surprise. He glanced at her from head to toe and felt a little turned on by the sight of her lying down on the table.

Gautam: Ma’am, I would need to assess if the injury is internal or external to prescribe a treatment. Could you lift your kurta a little so that I can examine you?

Nilofer looked hesitant as this was completely out of her comfort zone. She asked if there was any other alternative. Sensing her reluctance, Gautam tried to calm her down.

Gautam: Since you had a C-section, I need to make sure that your stitches are not damaged in any way. It’s a standard procedure. Is there anything I can do to make you comfortable?

Nilofer thought to herself that by the looks of it, Gautam seems to be an educated person and not a creep, so that it might be safe after all. Still reluctantly, she said,

Nilofer: Could you dim the light?

Gautam: Certainly. Said Gautam with a smile on his face.

Gautam dimmed the light and came back and stood next to the table. Nilofer had adjusted her kurta and tucked it under her breasts.

Gautam: I’ll probe the area with my palm over your clothes. Let me know if you feel discomfort, and I will stop.

Nilofer nodded. There’s nothing much she could do. She needed relief from the pain, and this might be the only way. Gautam brought his hands to her lower abdomen and lightly pressed with his fingers. Her milky skin sank his fingers like fresh dough.

His mind wanted him to be professional, but his heart was betraying him. He lightly brushed her deep naval while probing, and it sent shivers down Nilofer’s spine.

Gautam: Since when have you been facing discomfort?

Nilofer: A couple of days.

Gautam: Does it pain during intercourse?

Nilofer blushed hearing this. Even the dim light of the room was unable to hide the redness of her face.

Nilofer: Umm…yes, it did the last time.

Gautam: ok, got it. I’m gonna probe a little down.

Gautam’s palm was right above her pussy area. He was able to feel her bushy pubic hairs over the fabric of her thin clothes.

Gautam: Sometimes, due to the absence of lubrication, skin irritation happens.

Nilofer wasn’t listening. She was in a different zone. For someone who had never experienced foreplay, his hands probing close to her pussy sent new sensations down her spine. She almost forgot that a stranger was examining her.

Lost in her senses, she replied,

Nilofer: Hmm…

Gautam’s hands were still near her crotch, and he could feel the heat her pussy was emitting. He noticed a small patch of wetness visible near her mound. Nilofer had hoped that the dim light would hide it. But her excitement had seeped through her panties and made a mark on her salwar.

Gautam’s palm now rested right over Nilofar’s pussy. He pressed a little, and Nilofer’s heart skipped a beat. The stain started to grow as her body was betraying her conservative persona.

Read the next part to know if Gautam crossed his ethical dilemma and if Nilofer was able to break her shackles.

Thanks for reading.

Hi dost, maine aapke sath pichle saal ghati ghatna sunaane ja raha hun. Kaise train mein mile ek ladke ke sath wife ne dosti kari or room pe bulake sex kia.

Mera naam Manoj hain. Main Chandigarh mein rehta hun. Meri wife ki age 32 years hain. Hum (meri wife aur main, meri sister, uski husband or unke bacche) train se Amritsar ghumne gaye the morning wali train se 6:30 AM par intercity express se.

Main or meri wife side lower berth pe baithe the. Or samne wale upper berth pe ek ladka baitha hua tha, sawle rang wala. Humne 11:30 pe Amritsar pahunchna tha.

Wo ladka pehle leta hua tha. 9 baje ke karib breakfast aaya or wo uth ke baith gaya. Upar se usne pucha, “Train kahan pahunchi?”

To wife ne bola, “Jalandhar pahunch gayi hain.”

Ladka: Ap kahan ja rahe ho?

Wife: Amritsar.

Ladka: Achi jagah hain… Wagah border bhi zarur jaake aana… Mera ghar Rajasthan mein hain or humare kher Pakistan ke border ke sath lagte hain.

Wife: Apko darr nahi lagta border ke itna paas reh ke?

Ladka: Nahin… wahan ke log bhi hum jese hain. Kyun darr lagna?

Wife: Acha…

Ladka: Or bhi bohot jagah hain wahan ghumne ko… or Rajasthan bhi jana kabhi… bohot kuch hain ghumne ko wahaan.

Wife ka uske sath interest ban gaya baat karte karte. Thodi der mein ushe upper ki side dekhe ja rahi thi. Main notice karta raha. Wo ladka bar bar meri wife ko dekhte ja raha tha or meri wife bhi ushe bich bich mein dekhe ja rahi thi.

Amritsar tak ladke ne hum sabke sath bohot baate kari. Dekhne mein kafi hatta katta tha.

12 baje tak hum Amritsar pahunch gaye or train se utre, thodi der bahar baithe. Main bahar taxi ka pata karne gaya. Wo ladka bhi wahin thodi dur baitha raha or wife ko line de raha tha.

Main bohot der notice karta raha. 20 minute mein main taxi karke aa gaya. Main bridge pe pahuncha to dekha wo ladka thodi dur wale bench pe baitha tha or wife platform pe tehl rahi thi uske aas paas. Usne kab number share kia, mujhe pata nahi chala.

Phir hum ghumne chale gaye or ladke ka pata nahi chala wo kahan gaya.

Main aapne office ke kaam se aksar bahar jata rehta hun. Phir 2-3 din baad, ghar aata hu. Maine sham ko phone kia ki, “Aaj ghar nahi aa paunga… 2 din baad aunga.”

Wife ne bola, “Thik hain… kaam nipta ke aa jana kal sham ko.”

Phir maine kam niptaya or jisse maine aagle din milna tha wo customer urgent kam se chala gaya ki, “Kal nahi mil sakte to next plan bana lo milne ka aagle hafte.”

Maine bola, “Thik hain…”

To socha, “7 baje tak nikal jata hu… 12 baje tak Chandigarh pahunch jaunga… pahunch ke surprise dunga.”

Karib 11:40 tak raat ko main Chandigarh pahunch gaya or Rapido karke room aa gaya. Mera room second floor pe hain; niche se dekha, abhi bhi light on hain. Socha, “Abhi tak TV dekh rahi hogi.”

Jaise upar gaya to room se awaze aa rahi thi. Thoda dimaag lagaya ki, “Kon hoga room pe? Kaise pata karu?”

Humari balcony road wali side ko hain or uska rasta bhi room ke ander se hi jata hain.

Phir chatt pe gaya or padosiyon ke chatt ki sidhi se niche utra or balcony ki diwar faand ke apni wali balcony mein gaya.

Light on thi; parde ki bich se ander dekha to wahi ladka tha ander jo train mein mila tha. Unki baate bilkul saaf sunai de rahi thi. Wo bahar dekh ne par rahe the or mujhe ander sab dikh raha tha.

Wife ne T-shirt pehni thi or under wear niche tak kari hui thi. Wife ne chair pe haath rakhe huye the or bend hoke khadi thi. Ladka uske piche khada tha, baniyan pehen ke or niche se pura nanga tha. Uska lund bohot bada dikh raha tha. Shayad wo thodi der pehle hi pahuncha tha.

Wife ki gori gand usne apni taraf kar rakhi thi.

Wo piche se wife ki gand chaat raha tha; dono hatho se pakad ke ched mein jeebh dhal raha tha.

Uska lund kaala, lamba or mota – bohot hi zyada tha. Uska lund continually jhatak raha tha.

Kuch der baad…

Ladka: Samne ki taraf ho jao.

Phir usne wife ko diwar ke sahar khada kara, aapne dono hatho se wife ke dono haath zor se pakde or diwar par upar karke kiss karne laga. Usne gale pe bohot kiss kari. Phir lips chuste huye muh mein apni jeebh dhal di. Uska lund wife ki nabhi ke paas pet pe daba rakha tha.

Phir wo niche hua or dono hatho se boobs pakde or chus chus ke dabane laga. Phir pet pe kiss karne laga. Uske baad niche ghutne ke bal baith ke wife ko tange kholi or chut pe jeebh dhalne laga.

Wife ne dono hatho pe uske baal khinche. Phir wo zor zor se fudi chatne laga. Room mein zor zor se “aah aahhhh aaahhhssshhhhh sshhhh” ke awaze aa rahi thi.

15 min. baad…

Ladka: Niche betho.

Wife: Ok.

Usne apni baniyan kholi or wife ki T-shirt utar di. Ab sirf bra hi pehni hui thi wife ne. Uski bra ka size 36 hain or hips 38.

Phir wife ke muh ke samne apna lund kiya.

Wife ne lund haath mein liya, skin piche kari, top bahar nikla, slip karke or boli, “Bohot mota hain yarr.”

Wife ke gore hatho mein uska lund ek dam kala or bohot bada lag raha tha.

Ladka: Maine bola to tha aapko bohot mota hain.

Wife: Pic mein to itna mota lag nahi raha tha.

Ladka: Jab main train mein toilet gaya tha to aapki ishara bhi kara tha aane ka… aap aa nahi rahe the… kaafi derr wait kara… nahi to toilet mein dikha deta aapko us din… bohot dino se tarash raha ye aapke ander jane ko.

Wife: Jab aap upar berth se niche utare the, upar se aapki pant mein saaf dikha tha… wo khada hua tha. Mera mood kharab ho gaya tha dekh ke… par husband sath mein the to aa nahi sakti thi piche aapke.

Sath mein lund haath se aage piche kar rahi thi or baate bhi kar rahi thi.

Ladka: Bohot din wait karaya aapne.

Wife: Maine bohot bar bulaya… aap hi nahi aaye.

Ladka: Telegram pe video call pe bohot bar aapki fudi dekhi… mann to bohot tha par dur ka rasta tha… aana muskil ho raha tha.

Wife: Mera bohot mood hota tha apka lund dekh ke raat ko VC pe.

Ladka: Muh mein lo na, pura.

Wife: Ok.

Phir wife ne top pe jeebh pheri or tatte haath mein pakad ke muh mein liya.

“Slup slupppp slupppp slupppp…”

Ladka: Aaaahhhh… aaaahhhh… aaaaahhh… dant na lagao… ese jane do gale tak.

Wife: Ok… aaammmmmm… aaahhhh… pura nahi ja raha… mota hain bohot.

Thodi der baad, usne wife ke sir ko pakad ke zor se ander dhakka mara.

Wife: Aaammmmmmmmmm…

Ankho se pani nikal gaya; lund muh se nikal ke, boli, “Bass karo… ulti aa jayegi. Nahi jayega. Bohot mota hain yarr ye.”

Ladka: Pehle nahi liya kabhi esa?

Wife: Nahin… first time esa dekh rahi.

Ladka: Apke husband ka kaisa hain?

Wife: Zyada mota nahi par lamba bohot hain.

Ladka: Pehle bf ke sath nahi kara kabhi?

Wife: Kara tha par uska chota bohot tha… first time mein wo bhi ander nahi ja pata tha.

Phir dono khade ho gaye, wife ne uska lund pakad raha tha or usne chut mein ungli daal ke zor zor se hila raha tha. Wife ne aanke band kar li thi or “aaahhhhh… aaaahhhh… aaahhh…” ki awaze nikal rahi thi.

Ladke ne wife ko niche leta diya or dono tange fela ke fudi dekhne laga. Puri clean kari hui thi; baal pure saaf the.

Ladka: Sssshhhhh… bohot gili hui hain aapki.

Wife: Hmmmmm… ek bar nikal gaya hain mera jab muh mein liya tha.

Phir ladke ne chaat ke pura saaf ker diya. Uske baad, fudi ke paas lund karke baith gaya. Uska lund light mein bohot chamak raha tha, pura kala motta. Dekh ke darr laga tha ki, “Jaega kaise ander?”

Phir usne lund ki skin piche kari or wife ki fudi pe ragadne laga. Wife apna sir upar karke dekh rahi thi. Usne tange aapne kandhe pe rakhi or halka sa lund ander dala.

Wife: Ssssshhhhhhh…

Ladka: Bohot garam feel ho raha.

Wife: Please… dheere dheere dhalna.

Phir usne dhakela or ander andha lund chut mein chala gaya.

Wife: Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… marr gayi… sshhhh…

Uske pet pe dono hatho se piche ko dhakela or kaha, “Bahar nikalo… dard ho raha. Main oil leke aati…”

Wife uthi or oil lene gayi. Wo piche se wife ko jaate dekh raha tha or jeebh bahar nikal ke hilane laga.

Wife coconut oil leke aayi or phir se niche let gayi. Ladke ne niche takiya rakha kamar ke or chut thoda upar aa gayi.

Ladke ne tange fela li wife ki. Fir fudi pe oil dala bohot sara or ungli se nader tak oil dhalne laga. Uske baad, aapne lund pe oil lagaya, phir se tange kandhe pe rakhi or lund fudi mein ragadne laga.

Wife: Bohot maza aa raha… sssshhhhh…

Aage wala hissa fudi mein gaya. Phir tange upar ko fold karke or ander dhakela or wahi pe dheere dheere aage piche karne laga. Adha lund hi ander daal ke chodne laga.

Wife: Sasshhhhhh… sahhhhhhhh…

10-12 minutes baad, tange fold karke upar aa gaya. Dono hatho se tange piche ko dabayi or ruk gaya. Phir or ander lund ko dhalne laga.

Wife: Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh… sssshhhhh…

Ladka: Thoda sa hi dard hoga…

Or zor se jhatka mara or pura lund fudi mein sarak gaya “pluchhhh” ki awaz ke sath.

Wife ka muh khula reh gaya or zor ki awazzz aayi, “Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh… mummyyyyy… aaahhh… mummy… aaaahhhh.”

Wife: Bohot bada hain ye… fatt gaya jese kuch.

Ladka: Bass… ab nahi hoga or dard… pura chala gaya hain ander.

Tange fold thi or piche se pura lund ander jata dikh raha tha. Pura upar aake wo lund aage piche karne laga.

Wife: Sashhhhh… aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… aaaahhhhh… aammmmmm… or chodo… zor se… maza aa raha… aaahhhhh…

Ladka: Haan randi… or zor se ker raha… aaaahhhh…

“Taappp… thaaappp… thapppp… puchhhhh… puchhhhhh…”

Boobs zor zor se shot ke sath hil rahe the.

20 minutes baad…

Ladka: Aaaahhhh… niklne wala hain mera… aaahhhh…

Wife: Sashhhhhhh… abhi nahi… or karo… maza aa raha… abhi maath nikalna…

Ladka: Aaaahhhh… nahi rukega… ssshhhhh…

Wife: Mummy… aaaahhhhhhh…

Ladka: Muh mein nikalna maine…

Wife: Haan… nikal do jahan mann kar raha nikalne ka…

Ladke ne apna lund bahar nikala. Ek dam se pura kala chamak raha tha; ek dam mota.

Ladka: Aaaahhhh… muh kholo…

Wife: Khol diya… muh ke ander nikal do.

Phir usne apna lund haath mein pakad ke aage wala hissa hontho pe rakha or wife ka haath pakad ke lund pe rakha.

Wife: Ssshhhhhh… nikalo…

Ladka: Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh… ssshhhhhhhh… aaahhhh… nikalne wala… aaaahhhhhh… nikal raha… aaaahhhhh… sssssshhhhh…

Bohot sara white maal muh mein niklne laga; lund bohot jhatak raha tha. Sara muh bhar gaya tha maal se.

Phir uth ke wife bathroom chali gayi; ladka wahi niche let gaya.

*****

Next kya hua uske baad, wo aagle part mein.

Warning: This story contains content that some readers may find repulsive and grotesque. If you have not elevated your kinks to reach “The Zone of No Return”, then this is not for you. Deviant sexual fantasies are involved.

Hello, I’m Priya- It’s been a while since I posted something new. My hubby and a few common friends we’ve made on this platform have helped me keep this account alive by completing some of my old drafts. This story is a fantasy request by my favourite reader and commentator.

I was thirteen when my mother, Sheeba, remarried to a younger person, named Goutam. This was fine for a few years; he was a caring father and a good husband. We weren’t rich, but we had just enough to lead a happy life with regular financial trials.

Goutam was more like a friend than a father. He’d come home with sweets every day, help my mom with house chores and secretly spoil me by giving me money, hiding from my mom.

Life was good, and there was love between Mom and Goutam. I don’t know where things went wrong or who to blame. I think it all started when I turned 19 and Goutam lost his job. The love between him and Mum slowly disappeared.

He would often flip at every little thing, blame me and my mom for his miserable life. I discounted these daily arguments as a normal thing. But it did not take much time to escalate, and verbal abuse turned to physical abuse. My life had become a living hell without empathy and love.

The tiny flat we had turned into a living prison. Goutam found a job at a factory, and he would often return reeking of alcohol, his eyes would be bloodshot with rage. As soon as he entered home, he would search for me and shout, “You bloody leech”, “Kutiya, mera sara paisa khajayegi” (Bitch, eating my money).

He’d remove his belt and start beating me, the welts burned red as Holi gulal. Sometimes his fists slammed me into the peeling walls of our tiny apartment, or he would yank my hair until my scalp bled. My amma (mom) was as frail as a wilted leaf.

I could hear her soft murmuring prayer to Maa Kali, but she never mustered the courage to stop my stepfather. I always wore long sleeves that hid the bruises, and everyone pitied me.

One fateful day, after a beating from Goutam that left my ribs screaming and blood on my lips, I fled into the monsoon rain. I just ran. I didn’t know where I was heading. I just ran. Just then, a truck’s horn blared, tyres screeched on wet asphalt, and darkness swallowed me. Peace at last, I thought.

But death was only the beginning. I woke up and found myself as a squalling babe in sold-stitched silk, cradled by a woman with dripping emeralds on her face, she glowing like an angel. “My little princess”, she whispered, with a divine voice.

This was Vardhana, a world where mana (mystical energy) hummed like Mumbai’s chaos. I was Princess Priya of House Rathore, firstborn of Raja Vikram and Rani Leela, lords of lotus lakes and sandalwood palaces. Dad taught me to wield a mana-charged sword; its blade danced in my hands.

Ma, radiant in zari lehengas, showed me spells to summon monsoons or blazing pyres. I grew up into a beautiful woman. If only the memories from the past were not inherited in this life. I never believed in the supernatural, myths, or gods.

After all, if gods existed, why would they allow such tyranny? If justice existed, why am I dead and my bastard stepfather, Goutam, still alive? I was lost in my thoughts. I couldn’t sleep that night. Just then, there was a knock on the door and to my surprise, it was my father.

He entered the room and asked if I would indulge him for a moment, and then hesitated to say something. Finally, he opened up and said, “You know that boy who serves me?” I looked at him, confused, and he then said, “The muscular, handsome boy who is always walking behind me”.

Then he stood up and shouted “andar aao” (Come in), and a young man entered the room. My father then introduced him as his Bastard son that he had hidden from everyone. Then he looked at me and said, “Priya beta, this is your brother. I don’t know how long I’ll live, but protect him” he said this and left the room.

I was now in my room alone with this young man, who supposedly is my half-brother. I felt pity for him; he had a strange, mystical presence. It was like I knew this person for a very long time, although I was meeting him in person just today. I winked at him and said, “Don’t worry, your didi will protect you.”

He smiled back at me and started to open up. He then looked at me and said, “Can I tell you a secret, didi?” I nodded. He said that this is his reincarnated life, and he has retained memories from his past life. A flood of mixed emotions started crawling up my body.

He continued and said that his previous life was shit. He was trapped with an older woman as his wife and a stepdaughter who was good for nothing. He was bold enough to tell me that the only thing he enjoyed in his past life was when he used to beat his daughter.

I could not move from my bed after what he said. I was the future queen of this nation, one of the most powerful people. Yet the abuse from my last life had instilled so much fear that I could not move an inch. Moments later, I dashed out of the room to confront him, but could not find him anywhere.

That night, I was strolling in the palace, and I reached the pavilion by the palace lake. It was dark, and the air was heavy. It smelled of jasmine, letting out a strange kind of tension which made my skin buzz.

Lord Vinay (my cousin and fiancé), a noble by birth, was a handsome man with bronze skin. I went closer to him; his eyes were burning into me like he already knew what I wanted. Without words, he conveyed his feeling that he wanted to fuck me senseless if I let him.

I sat next to him on those silk cushions and rode the lehenga up my thighs as I leaned in close. We didn’t need words. I tugged the clothes down, letting them fall off my hips, exposing my large breasts. His eyes were glued to my chest, hungry, like he was already imagining me under him.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” he exclaimed softly. His hand then started to slide up my thigh, and his fingers were digging in my pussy just enough to make me shiver. I then spread my legs a little to give him a better view. I was feeling bold as hell. “You going just to look, or you going to do something about it?” I said.

Immediately, his fingers traced higher, brushing the edge of my panties, and I bit my lip as he leaned in, his hot breath on my neck was magical. “You’re a fucking goddess, and I’m going to make you scream my name,” he muttered with his lips grazing my skin.”

I grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer, and started scraping my nails on his shoulders. “Then shut up and fuck me, my price”, I shot back with my pulse racing. His hands were on me now. Vinay was getting rough and greedy, tearing my lehenga off until I was naked.

He pushed me back onto the cushions, his fingers sliding between my thighs, finding my pussy wet and ready. “Shit, you’re soaked,” he said, there was a smirk on his face as he slid a finger in my pussy. “You want my cock this bad, huh?”

I moaned, hips bucking against his hand, wanting more. “Don’t play games,” I whispered, “give it to me.” He added another finger, pumping them hard, and I gasped, my nails clawing his back. “Fuck, Vinay, faster.”

He grinned wickedly and pulled his fingers out, licking them clean while staring right at me. “Tastes so fucking good,” he said, “but I want you screaming when I’m buried inside you.”

He pulled his pants down, his cock was hard and ready, and I couldn’t help but stare with my mouth watering. He then got his dick close and taunted me, “You want this whore? beg for it.” I laughed, spreading my legs wider and said, “Fuck me now, or I’ll find someone else who will.”

He didn’t waste another second, pushing into me hard, filling me up until I gasped. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, thrusting his dick deep in me, his hands were gripping my hips so hard I’d have bruises tomorrow. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in deeper, matching his rhythm.

“Harder, fuck me like you mean it,” I said. He slammed into me, each thrust hitting just right, making me moan loud enough to echo across the lake.

“Like that, huh?” he growled, his breath felt hot against my ear. “You love my cock pounding you, don’t you?” I clawed his back with my body shaking as the pleasure built.

“Yes, fuck, don’t stop, harder, I want more of you” Vinay’s voice was now thick with lust. “You’re going to come so hard for me, I want to feel your pussy clench around me.”

My body was on fire, every thrust pushing me closer to the edge. “Fuck, Vinay, I’m close.” My nails were digging into his ass, urging him to go harder and deeper. “Come on, baby, give it to me,” he demanded, slamming into me relentlessly.

The world blurred, and I shattered, screaming his name as my orgasm ripped through me, my body shaking, pussy pulsing around his dick. He groaned, thrusting once more before spilling his jizz inside me. His grip was bruising as he rode out his own release.

We collapsed, sweaty and spent, my body buzzing with aftershocks. Every time we fucked, it was like spitting in the face of my past, reclaiming every piece of me. I wasn’t a victim—I was a woman who took what she wanted.

A few minutes later, I started crying. Vinay enquired if he was too rough, to which I said, “It’s something else” he insisted, and I was vulnerable without the fear of being judged as an insane person.

I told Vinay everything, my past life, reincarnation and how my stepfather from a previous life may be my half-brother in this life. Vinay quietly listened to everything and said, “If he is here, that means the bastard has died too” he then looked at me and said, “Do you seek vengeance?”

I replied Yes! I want to humiliate him and break his spirit just like he did with me and my mom in the past life.

A few days had passed, and Vinay sought permission from my father to take me to his summer palace. It was Navratri, with diyas flickering like stars and drums shaking the walls. I found strength in spirituality and meditation. There, sandalwood incense curled around marigold garlands.

I staggered, gasping, “Shiva ji, it’s me… from Earth.” In Vardhana, souls carried karmic threads, and mine was a tangled knot. We rested for a while, and he asked me to join him. I followed Vinay into a dark dungeon, where I entered a room.

My father from my past life, Goutam, was naked, tied to chains like a slave. Vinay had placed some latex dressing for me. The room was full of Bondage equipment, some of which passed as torture tools. He then pointed towards the glass wall and a small window next to it.

He said I could see everything that happens through the window. When the curtain fell, I could begin with my revenge, and he left the room. Moments later, I saw through the small window, and I was baffled by what I saw.

Even with the eye masks, I recognised some faces in the hall. These were the nobles and my relatives. They were having an Orgy, not just a regular one, a nasty one, with food, wine, Piss and shit. Vinay entered the hall, his dick was twitching at the stench of raw lust, piss, and scat wafting through the air.

The Chandeliers blended the amber light over tables with filthy excess. Figs were split open like wet pussies, oysters were oozing brine, and strawberries were arranged and drowning in chocolate. The air reeked of musk, shit, and the acidic tang of piss-soaked skin.

Naked women sprawled everywhere with their dripping holes and smeared skin. Some lay on silk, with their legs spread and tonguing piss off each other’s tits and pussy while stuffing their mouths with grapes. Others were moaning, hips locked in different positions, as the orgy erupted.

A woman, I think Vinay’s sister Kavita, was on all fours getting railed doggy-style. Her ass cheeks made a clapping sound as a stud pounded her sloppy pussy. Her throat was gagging on another’s cock, brown shit was smeared across her back by another woman I did not recognise.

I cleared my eyes to focus on the man with a fat dick who was deep throating Kavita. I recognised him as my future father-in-law. He was mouth fucking his daughter and said, “Take it, you filthy whore, choke on that dick.”

Nearby, a trio fucked in an extremely nasty way: a guy was flat on his back. His cock was buried in a woman’s pussy who rode him cowgirl style, with her bouncing arse.

Another lady squatted reverse on the man’s face, grinding her clit and pissing a hot stream down his throat, snarling, “Drink my fucking piss, you dirty pig.”

Vinay waded through this royal debauchery, and a lady with skin like cum-soaked honey smirked, “Want this tight pussy, big boy?” She said, My heart skipped a beat. I recognised her immediately; she was Vinay’s second-oldest sister, Radha.

She shoved him onto a fur-strewn divan and mounted him reverse cowgirl style, her pussy swallowing his cock whole in a wet and creamy grip. “Fuck my sloppy hole, Bhaiya,” she moaned, pissing a warm gush that drenched Vinay’s balls.

He slammed up Radha’s thighs, which were smeared with scat from some earlier lesbian act. Her ass jiggled, clenching him like a snake. She hissed, “Shove that fat dick deeper in your sister’s pussy, you nasty fuck. I know you enjoy fucking me.”

The orgy was madness, a cesspool of nymphomaniacs. Then a guy placed a woman on a table by pushing the food aside. Macarons were flying as he fucked her standing doggy style. Her pussy made farting sounds and piss, along with cum was oozing out with every thrust,

She screamed, “Pound my dirty pussy, you sick bastard! Fuck your wife in front of everyone, let them see what a whore your wife is,” She screamed. Then the man shouted and said, “Who wants to fuck my wife and a few enthusiasts surrounded her on the table.

She had a dick in her mouth and held two with her hands. There was a woman who squatted on top of her and started to piss on her boobs. Another man was fucking her pussy, the husband kept cheering and saying’ Fuck her hard, she likes it rough”

Two ladies with dark complexion were scissoring on a rug with their pussies grinding in a beautiful mess. Then one woman squatted and started shitting a soft coil. They both smeared it onto each other’s thighs as if they were creating art. Kavita joined them and said, “Rub that shit on my clit, you filthy pussy.”

Then a guy joined them with a jug full of chocolate sauce and poured it on all three of them. The four of them started to lick each other’s bodies smeared with cum, piss, shit, and chocolate sauce.

The Man then flipped Kavita and started to fuck her pussy with his fingers in her shitty ass. He said, “Take my cock, you whore, and shit like a royal slut.”

My eyes were then scanning for Vinay, who was flipping his younger sister, going for a classic missionary. Her ankles were on his shoulders, and he was slamming her pussy as deep as he could. Radha’s cum and piss soaked the furs of the divan. “Fuck my filthy holes harder, bhaiya,” she begged.

She then dropped to her knees and started to gag on Vinay’s cock, her slick fingers were milking his balls, she was moaning and said, “Cum in your slut sister’s mouth.” Vinay unloaded his cum in Radha’s mouth and then signalled the person near the curtain and winked at me to get ready.

The red velvet curtain split, revealing a Goutam bound in metal chains with his cock ringed and body slick with sweat. I stood next to him with boots, cracking a whip. I walked towards the table as the audience’s eyes were glued on me. I took a jar and started pissing into it and poured it over his chest.

I then whipped him, which cracked his skin and pressed the heel of my boots on his wounds until he screamed. I then said, “Beg for my piss, you pathetic worm.” Tears rolled from his eyes; my brother was confused; he had no idea why this was happening to him.

I then walked towards the table again and put on my leather gloves. I got into a doggy position with my ass facing the glass so it was visible to all. People came closer, and my asshole started to twitch. A smooth, warm shit came out of my ass, which I picked up and smeared on his face and shoved some in his mouth.

There was a roar of cheer from the crowd, which encouraged me to go further. It had lit a fire of vengeance in me and a fire of lust in the audience. I turned around to see the crowd’s reaction. I saw Radha being fucked in both her holes with a cock in her mouth.

People kept shouting “More, More, more” as I took my revenge. By the time I was done, my half-brother was broken. Just when I was about to leave him, he whispered, “Why, Didi? You promised me that you would protect me. At least tell me why?”

I sat close to him and whispered in his ear, “You aren’t the only one who reincarnated in this world, Goutham. Karma is a Bitch.”

The sense of satisfaction I got from looking in his confused eyes was priceless.

The END

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My words really got to Malhotra. He suddenly stood up, pulled me close, and grabbed my boobs, squeezing them hard like he’d been hungry for them all this time. I gasped when his thumbs pressed over my nipples through my tight churidar suit, making them stiffen under his rough touch.

His pants had already slid down to his thighs. His cock was hanging heavy and hard, pressing against my stomach. I laughed softly, teasing him, and whispered near his ear, “Sir, I already relaxed you once; isn’t that enough? Don’t forget, you still have that meeting with your minister.”

His grip only got rougher as he growled in a low, lust-filled voice, “Let the minister handle his own mess. I’m going to fuck you now, you dirty bitch.”

I put my hand on his shoulder and pushed lightly, still smiling. “Sir, I was just joking. You should focus on your important meeting. What if Minister Sir takes away your position?”

He grabbed the back of my neck, holding me steady as he stared straight into my eyes. “Ministers are fools. They can’t take a single decision without us.”

I slid my finger slowly down his chest, playing with him, and let it wander over his stomach before brushing near his cock. Smiling, I whispered, “But, Sir, they still hold power just like you.”

He smirked, full of confidence, then leaned in and kissed my cheek. “My love, why are you worrying about me? I’ll handle them.”

I moved closer, brushing my lips over his in a slow, soft kiss before whispering against his mouth, “Sir, I like you too much. I don’t want your position to suffer because, without it, where else would you get the chance to pin down a married teacher like me and fuck her senseless?”

My words brought a sly smile to Malhotra’s face. He leaned closer and said, his voice low and rough, “My love, you’re right every word of yours.”

I tilted my head, teasing him with a naughty grin. “But, Sir, I know very well. You still have to obey those ministers’ orders, don’t you?”

I moved closer, my lips brushing the corner of his mouth as my warm breath fanned over his face. My eyes locked with his while I whispered, “Do you know why I gave myself to you? Because you had power. And do you know why I like you? Because you conquered me with that very power.”

He smiled, eyes burning with hunger as he said, “Payal, this is what I like most about you. I have never met a woman as bold and positive as you.”

I slid my arms around his neck, pulling him tight against my chest, my breasts flattening against his bare skin through the thin fabric of my churidar. My lips brushed his ear. I whispered, “Sir, I see a powerful man in you, a real man. And I can’t bear to watch that same man turn into some minister’s scared little pet.”

Hearing my words, he suddenly fisted a handful of my hair, yanking my head back and glaring into my eyes with raw dominance. “Today, I will show you just how powerful your man really is,” he growled.

I bit at his lips in defiance, then slipped back with a wicked smile. Slowly, I sank between his legs, my knees pressing into the floor. Without hesitation, I wrapped my fingers around his cock and slid my mouth over it, sucking him deep and wet.

In moments, his thick shaft was swelling hard again, twitching on my tongue. I bobbed faster, smearing my lipstick and drooling down his length until he was standing fully erect once more.

I pulled his cock out, stroking it right in front of his eyes as I looked up at him. “This… this is the cock of a real man,” I said breathlessly. “And just because I let you dominate me from the front doesn’t mean I’m some cheap whore.”

My eyes glistened with emotion as I leaned closer, my voice softer but laced with heat. “You claimed me in just one night, Sir. You made me yours. And now, I only want to make you even more powerful.”

Hearing my words, Malhotra pulled me up and crashed his lips onto mine, kissing me deep and hungry. When he finally broke the kiss, his voice was low and firm, “I promise you, Payal. I’ll become even more powerful, just for you.”

I smiled faintly, but inside my mind I was laughing, “You dumbass, you don’t even know. I will make you my powerless dog.”

I smiled and whispered, “Alright then, Sir, show me your manhood.”

He spun me around and bent me over the desk in one brutal motion. My churidar was ripped down to my knees, and my panties were dragged with it. He mounted me like a starving beast, forcing me flat across the wood.

Without warning, he slammed into me. One hard, brutal thrust that split me open. A sharp cry tore from my throat as he buried himself to the hilt, then pulled out and drove back in, hips crashing against my ass. His hands locked on my waist, “This is my power, feel it inside you,” he groaned, each word a claim.

The desk rattled under us as he fucked me hard and fast. Every stroke sent my breasts slapping the wood, my nails digging into scattered files while his cock hammered me deeper and harder.

He grabbed a fist of my hair, yanking my head back so my moans spilt out, then drove again, relentless. “Sir, you’re fucking me so hard, like you want to tear me open.” I cried, voice trembling.

“That’s right,” he hissed against my neck, teeth grazing my skin. “I will tear you until you can’t walk straight. You begged for my power, now take all of it.”

His hand came down on my ass with a loud smack, the sting sharpening the heat in my pussy as he shoved even further inside. I bucked, juices leaking down my thighs, and tasted the rawness of it all.

“You are making me your slut,” I moaned, fingers clawing at the desk.

“Not just a slut,” he snarled, pounding, voice rough. “You are mine, my bitch. My cock is the only power you need.”

The room filled with the obscene sounds of fucking. While he drove me toward the edge. He spun me upright, lifting me to face him; I slipped a foot free, kicking my churidar and panties down in one quick move. He smiled like a predator and, without pausing, set me across the desk again, legs spread.

His shirt came open in a flash as he yanked at the buttons, chest glistening with sweat. He forced my thighs apart, spread wide across the desk. Without pause, he rammed into me again, his cock slamming deep with brutal force.

“Fuck, Sir,” I screamed, my nails scraping wood as my whole body jolted forward.

He gripped my hips tighter, pounding harder, every thrust making my breasts bounce, it’s shown on my cleavage, and my pussy gushes. His voice came ragged against my ear, “You feel that, Payal? That’s power. My cock owns you now.”

“Yes, Sir… fuck me harder… fill me,” I begged shamelessly, my legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his back.

He groaned and drove faster, hips smacking into my ass with lewd, wet sounds. “Remember again, you are my bitch, my little teacher slut. Moaning on my desk like a whore.”

“Yes, Sir, I am your slut,” I cried out, tears of pleasure streaking my cheeks as he speared me deeper. “Just don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

His breath turned into harsh growls, his body shaking as his cock swelled inside me. Then with one savage thrust, he bent me flat against the desk. His chest crushing mine, and with a strangled groan, he erupted thick, hot ropes of cum spilling deep into my pussy.

“Take it, Payal. Take all of it,” he snarled through clenched teeth, jerking inside me until every drop was pumped into me.

I quivered beneath him, legs trembling as his cock throbbed and twitched, coating my insides with heat. My pussy clenched desperately around him, milking him dry while my own orgasm ripped through me, leaving me moaning into the desk.

When his body finally sagged against mine, sticky and spent. He pressed his forehead to my back, panting hard. His voice came low and dangerous, “Remember this price, Payal. This is what it costs to play with my power.”

I lay there trembling, breath ragged, the desk creaking beneath us, my thighs slick with his cum. When I heard Malhotra’s words, I understood. He was dangerous, too strong for me to fight. I could never control him. Instead, I was only going to become his slut, bent and used by his cock whenever he wished.

Still, my body gave in. No boyfriend had ever fucked me like this, not even my husband had the power Malhotra showed. The way he took me, the way he owned me. It was rough, dirty, and wild. Yet my pussy wanted even more.

In a low voice, I finally nodded and whispered, “Sir, I accept you. I accept your power. You did not earn this position for nothing. You know exactly how to handle women like me.”

His hand clamped hard around my neck, forcing my head back as he snarled, “Now you understand, slut? From the moment you walked in, you’ve been teasing me. Did you really think your pussy could make me bow? Women like you have been warming my bed for years. If I want, I can throw you out of this job in a second. So don’t you dare act clever in front of me again.”

I choked and said, “Sir, what else could I do? You broke my spirit the moment you told me that one night with you would change everything. I never imagined that I would have to cheat on my husband like this. I have worked so hard for this job, with honesty and dignity and now look at me.”

Tears rolled down my face, and I gasped, “As long as powerful men like you sit in these chairs, women like me will always be your whores, bent over, spreading their legs and begging for your cock.”

He sneered, his voice dripping with cruelty. “Stop crying, whore. I know exactly what you are, a filthy slut. Now that you’ve been caught, you are just putting on an act.”

His words stabbed straight into me, making my stomach knot. A cold shiver ran down my body as the truth hit me; I had been reckless. Thinking I was clever, I had walked right into his trap. I should’ve taken the transfer order and run, but instead I stayed and spread my legs for him.

Now I was ruined fucked raw, dripping with his cum, caught red-handed, and trapped under his power. My body still throbbed from his cock, but my mind was drowning in fear. Malhotra wasn’t finished with me, and God only knew what else this dangerous man might force me to do.

I dropped all pride and begged in front of him, voice trembling, “Sir, it’s not like you think. I am truly starting to like you. I don’t even know why I’m doing this, but ever since your cock fucked me, nothing else satisfies me anymore. I can’t live without it now.”

My desperate confession made a slow smile spread across his face. He picked up my transfer order, waved it casually, and said, “Alright then, Mrs Payal. If that’s the case, I will cancel this order. In fact, I will shift you right here, in this city. You already know the way to my guest house. Whenever I call, you will dress up nicely and come ready to fuck me. Understood?”

Hearing his words, fear knotted in my breast. I stammered, “No, Sir, please, I want to stay with my husband. If I don’t go to his city, my marriage, my whole life will be ruined.”

Malhotra chuckled darkly, leaning back in his chair. “You are a damn good actress, Payal. Forget teaching, you should be in films.”

Tears stung my eyes. I fell to my knees and clutched at his feet, sobbing.
“Please, Sir, forgive me. I swear, it won’t happen again. I will never make such a mistake.”

And in that moment, the truth sank in deep. I had learned the hard way that no woman should ever challenge a man as powerful as Malhotra.

He looked down at me with a cruel smile and said, “Get up, you bitch. You think I will forgive you just because you’re crying at my feet? If you want mercy, you have to earn it the only way you know, on your knees, with my cock down your throat.”

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a husky growl. “Your husband can keep your name, Payal. But your body? That belongs to me now. You will be ready for me when I call, you moan my name when I fuck you, and you will swallow every drop I give you. That’s the real price of forgiveness.”

My heart raced, shame burning through me even as a dark, I realised then, I wasn’t escaping Malhotra. Not today, not ever.

He smirked and barked, “Why are you staring at me, whore? Get down and clean my cock with your tongue. Make it shine and get me ready. I’ve got a meeting with that idiot minister. If it were not for this meeting, I would spend the whole day teaching you your real place. Consider yourself lucky, slut.”

I froze for a second, but his sudden roar made me flinch. I had no choice. Like a trained whore, I lowered my head between his thighs and licked him clean, tasting my own juices mixed with his cum as I dragged my tongue along every inch of his shaft.

He groaned in approval while I sucked and lapped at him until his cock was slick and spotless. When I finished, I pulled out my dupatta and wiped the sweat from his chest and face like a submissive wife tending to her master. He buttoned up his shirt, adjusted himself, and stood tall, completely ready.

I quietly slipped my panties and churidar back on, eyes lowered, heart pounding. Grabbing the transfer order from the desk. I walked out in silence, every step heavy with the shame and filth he’d left on me. I walked out of the Secretariat.

I immediately called my husband, my voice trembling with forced excitement. I told him I had the transfer order in my hand. That soon, we would finally be together. He was overjoyed, his happiness spilling into my ear.

But how could he ever know the truth that to get this paper, I had been forced to fucked and become an officer’s whore?

For days afterwards, one thought kept haunting me: What if Malhotra called me again? The fear clung to me, the dread that at any moment, he could summon me back to his guest house. But the call never came.

Maybe he had forgotten me, or maybe I was just one in a long line of teachers and women he used, discarded, and replaced without a second thought.

The new term started, and I moved to my husband’s city. Outwardly, my married life became perfect. Smiles, routine, togetherness. It all looked right. But deep inside, the ghost of Malhotra’s cock still lived inside me.

Even now, whenever the memory strikes, I grow restless. I saved my job and my household by selling my body, by becoming a man’s slut behind closed doors. My husband will never know the truth.

And yet, whenever he fails to satisfy me in bed, whenever his weak thrusts leave me aching and unfulfilled, my mind betrays me. I see Malhotra again, his brutal strength, his cock pounding me raw, his voice growling in my ear as he claimed me.

Those nights return to me in flashes, and my body still aches for him, still burns for that forbidden fuck I can never escape.

So, did Mrs Teacher Payal’s story turn you on or shock you? Tell me everything (and your true stories, if you dare) at [email protected].

In the last part, seducing my friend’s wife with his permission is going very well. Read the last part to understand the story.

Before going into my friend’s wife, Janvi, and my wife, Shruthi, also had a trip on her own with my friend Abhishek. As I instructed Abhishek, he went to pick up my wife from our house.

Shruthi came in a pink sleeveless t-shirt and jeans, showing off her cleavage and a little bit of navel. Abhishek was stunned by her beauty.

Abhishek: You look hot, Shruthi.

Shruthi: Thanks for the compliment. Shall we go?

Abhishek: Sure, sure.

Abhishek and Shruthi got in the car.

Abhishek: Where shall we go?

Shruthi: Beach.

Abhishek: Ok.

As they were going, they got stuck in the traffic. At that moment, I sent the video of Janhvi, Abhishek’s wife, sucking my dick in the dressing room to my wife. She showed it to Abhishek; he was shocked.

Abhishek: Wow, I can’t believe it is my wife sucking his dick.

Shruthi: Yes, sure it is. What are you feeling now?

Abhishek: I don’t know.

Shruthi: Come on, dude, when your wife is sucking your friend’s dick and your friend’s wife is sitting right beside you, don’t you feel like stuffing your dick inside my mouth?

Abhishek: Yes, my mind wants that, but my dick is not rising.

Shruthi: Look around you, Anna. We are in traffic. Think that everyone is looking at us. What if I suck you now?

Abhishek: Yes, I feel like my dick is rising.

Shruthi immediately opened his pants zip and took out his dick. Abhishek’s dick was not fully hard, but it was a little.

Shruthi: Wow, bro, after a long time, your dick is a little bit stiff.

Abhishek: Shruthi, can you call me Anna?

Shruthi smiled and said, “Are you getting hard because I called you Anna?”

Abhishek: I think so. I used to watch a lot of incest sex videos; they made me very hard.

Shruthi: Then call me Thangachi (sister).

Abhishek: Thangachi.

Shruthi: Anna, do you like it?

Shruthi started stroking Abhishek’s dick while calling him brother (Anna).

Abhishek: Thangachi (sister), it feels good; can you suck?

Shruthi lowered her head towards his dick and started sucking my friend’s dick in the traffic; the car was moving slowly.

But within 5 minutes, Abhishek came inside my wife’s mouth.

Shruthi: Anna, I think we found a solution for your problem. Why don’t you try fucking your wife, thinking she is your sister?

Abhishek: I don’t know if it will work again.

Shruthi: We have to test that theory. When you go home and try my idea.

Abhishek: Ok.

Coming back to me and Abhishek’s wife, Janhvi, after shopping, we both came back to their home.

After entering the Abhishek house, Janhvi asked me, “Do you need any tea, coffee, or juice?”

Me: Coffee would be great.

After a while, Janhvi brought me and herself a coffee. We both started drinking coffee while chit-chatting, making fun of each other.

Me: I have to ask you something?

Janhvi: Ask away.

Me: Have you tried seducing Abhishek?

Janhvi: Yes, many times; I even stood naked in front of him.

Me: Come on, Janhvi, that’s not seducing. Not only that, with that much bush in your pussy, how do you think you can seduce?

Janhvi: Don’t tease me, Jack. You accepted to trim my hair; don’t you remember that?

Me: Yes, then let’s do that first.

Janhvi went inside the bedroom; I followed her. She took the trimmer from her drawer and gave it to me. Then she removed her pants and panties and lay on her bed, spreading her legs.

Me: Oh my god, I can’t see the pussy.

Janhvi: Don’t tease me, Jack.

Janhvi took a pillow and placed it over her head.

Me: Why are you hiding your face?

Janhvi: I feel shy.

I started trimming her thick bush. After a few minutes, I could see her pussy lips, which were hidden in the bushes. I got a crazy idea.

Me: Janhavi, I need some oil.

Janhvi: What for?

Me: You never have trimmed your hair down for so long; your pussy lips are so dry.

Janhvi: There is coconut oil on the table; is that okay?

Me: Yes, it’s enough.

I took some oil and started rubbing it on the outside of the pussy, then I rubbed oil over the pussy lips, and Janhvi started to moan.

Me: Do you like it, Janhvi?

Janhvi: Yes, yes, it feels so good. Oh my god, we shouldn’t be doing this.

Me: Why not?

Janhvi: I am your friend’s wife.

Me: I am just rubbing oil.

Janhvi: In my pussy.

Me: Do you want me to stop?

Janhvi: No, but it feels wrong.

Me: If you are feeling bad, I will stop.

Janhvi: Please don’t stop.

I continued rubbing her, but I want to know what she will say. I felt horny, so I tested it.

Me: Janhvi, I think we have to stop.

Janhvi: Why?

Me: Rubbing oil over your pussy is making me horny; I don’t think I can control myself anymore.

Janhvi removed the pillow from her face and looked at my pants; I was having a bulge. Janhvi understood what I meant.

Me: I think I should go.

Janhvi: What about dinner?

Me: Next time, perhaps.

I could see disappointment in Janhvi’s face.

Saying that I left Abhishek’s house, before leaving, I told Janhvi to show off her new lingerie and trimmed pussy to Abhishek. I came back to my home; my wife and Abhishek had not yet come back, so I called Shruthi.

Shruthi answered the phone call and told me, “There’s so much traffic; we will come after some time.” Back to Shruthi and Abhishek on the beach, they were walking like a couple holding hands.

Shruthi: I think we can experiment one more time.

Abhishek: What experiment?

Shruthi dragged Abhishek behind a big fishing boat on the shore, which made them hidden from people’s view on the beach.

Shruthi: Now think of me as your sister and tell me to suck your.

Abhishek: Thangachi (sister), suck my dick, please.

Shruthi took Abhishek’s dick out and started licking the tip of his dick, which was twitching and starting to get hard.

Shruthi: Anna (brother), do you like it?

Abhishek: Call me Anna again.

Shruthi: Anna.

Abhishek started to moan, “Ah, thangachi, please suck; don’t tease anymore.” Shruthi took his semihard dick inside her mouth.

Shruthi then took her phone and clicked a selfie of her sucking Abhishek’s dick and sent it to me.

I saw the photo and replied, “Enjoy,” to my wife.

Shruthi saw my message and got motivated and started deep-throating Abhishek’s dick in a public place.

Abhishek: Oh my god, ahhh, Thangachi (sister), I am in heaven.

Within a few minutes, Abhishek came inside my wife’s mouth. Shruthi drank it all.

Shruthi: How is it, Anna (brother)?

Abhishek: I feel like I am in heaven. I wish my wife were open-minded like you.

Shruthi: Go home today, think of your sister, and try if it solves your erection problem. Then you can think of your sister daily instead of your wife.

Abhishek: I wish the same.

Shruthi: Shall we go?

Abhishek: Sure, Thangachi.

When my wife and Abhishek returned, I was already naked.

Looking at me staying naked, Shruthi came near me without any question. Like an obedient wife, she came down on her knees, took my dick in her mouth and started sucking. Abhishek was staring at us.

As Shruthi was sucking, I inquired about a date to the beach.

Shruthi: I found something crucial for Abhishek’s erection problem.

Me: What is it?

Shruthi: He is a big fan of incest and likes his sister.

Me: What the hell, man? You have sexual feelings toward your sister.

Abhishek: Yes, you have seen Meenakshi, right? Her big boobs, ass, and all.

Me: Yes, I know she’s hot, but she is still your sister.

Abhishek: I know, but I can’t control my thoughts.

Shruthi: Honey, he got a small erection when I called him Anna, and he started calling me sister.

Me: You are sick, dude; go to your home. Your wife is in real heat. I left her when she was in a good mood. Go fuck her; think of her as your sister if you want.

Abhishek: Shruthi also said that to me; let me try.

Abhishek left, and I grabbed Shruthi’s hair. So you liked sucking his cock in public, huh?

Shruthi: Did it make you jealous?

Me: Yes, very jealous and hard.

Shruthi: Jealous and hard, huh?

Shruthi got up and sat on my lap, kissing me on my lip.

Shruthi: Do you know how jealous I got when your friend’s bitch sucked your dick?

Me: So that’s why you took that photo and sent it to me.

Shruthi: I wanted to see whether you are getting jealous like me.

Me: Of course, it made me jealous; you are mine.

I couldn’t hold it anymore. I took her in my hand, went to our bedroom, threw her on the bed, jumped on top of her, and pushed my dick deep inside my wife’s pussy.

Shruthi: Ah, fuck me, baby, fuck me. Oh my god, Jack.

I was ramming as hard as I could.

Me: I was so hard. I left Abhishek’s wife with a full hard-on.

Shruthi: Is that so? Did she make you hard?

Me: Yes.

Shruthi: Ah, baby, don’t worry; you can have her.

Me: I love you, baby.

Shruthi: I love you too, baby.

Shruthi reached orgasm twice, and I cum inside. We both slept hugging. The next day, as usual, I went to the office; there he was, Abhishek, who had come early. I went to him and asked what happened. Do you like your wife’s new bra and panties?

Abhishek: I liked it, but…

Me: Come on, tell me everything.

Abhishek: My wife looked very hot; I even got a small boner. She tried to give me a blowjob; it was good, but within a few minutes, I cum. Then again, I tried, but I didn’t get my dick hard. My wife got very disappointed.

Me: Did you at least do something for her?

Abhishek: No, I felt ashamed. I went straight to bed.

Me: Man, at least you should have given her a fingering.

Abhishek: I don’t know what to do. This morning I could see anger in her face; that’s why I came early.

As I was speaking, I got a call; it was Janhvi. I answered the phone. Janhvi was crying.

Me: What happened? Why are you crying?

Janhvi: You said changing my clothes and shaving my pussy will make Abhishek more interested in me, but he still has the erection problem.

Me: Ah, come on, didn’t have any reaction at all.

Janhvi: I can’t say there was no reaction at all. He got a boner, but he came immediately, and then he went to the room without saying anything.

Me: I think he just felt embarrassed.

Janhvi: I feel so angry right now; I feel like breaking all the things in the house.

Me: Hey, don’t do stuff like that; why don’t you go for a walk?

Janhvi: I don’t feel like walking.

Me: Then what if I come in the afternoon? You can make me lunch as you promised. That will take your mind off.

Janhvi: Ok, I will be waiting for you.

I hang up the phone. Looked at Abhishek. “Come on, dude, man up, or else she will definitely leave you, saying you are impotent.”

Abhishek: Come on, what can I do if I don’t get an erection?

Me: She gave you a blowjob, right? You should have at least made her happy by licking her pussy.

Abhishek: Sorry, I should have done that. What did she tell you?

I told him everything, and I am going to his house for lunch this afternoon.

I will continue the next part. Hope you guys like the story. I’m a little busy, so I didn’t post the story regularly. If you want the next part, comment.

Hello doston, aaj main aapke samne meri story ki part 2 leke aaya hun. Agar aapne part 1 nahi padha aur enjoy kiya hain to part 1 padhiye aur enjoy kijiye.

To doston, aap ko to pata hi hain ki kaise meri bholi si Didi jo ki kapde badalne ke liye bathroom jati thi. Aur hamesha sharmati thi. Chadti jawani ke sath uski badan ki khujli badh gayi. Aur wo ek raand jaise apne hi bhai ke samne bina bra phene ghumne lag gayi thi, aur apni badi gore gore aur mulayam chuchi ko sahlake apni hawas pura karne lagi thi.

Ab main aapko kahani ko aage badhata hun. Aur iss baar main apne pure literary genius use karke iss ko likh raha hun take aapko bohat zyada maza aaye isko padhne mein aur aap bhi meri Didi ko chodne ki khwaish karenge.

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Didi ab roz mere samne bra utar ke kabhi sirf tight chudidar salwar, to kabhi tight shorts mein rehti thi. Aur main bhi sirf shorts mein hi rehta tha room pe. Ek athlete hone ke naate, mere body kafi kashila aur shakt tha.

Hum dono jante the ki jo harkate hum kar rahe hain (Didi ke bina bra ke chuchi dikhate huwe room pe ghumna, aur mera khada lund ke sath aaram se ghumna), ye agar bahar aa gayi to hamari bohat badnami hogi.

Magar ye jawani bhi bohat ajeeb hoti hain. Kaise insaan ko andar se badal deti hain. Mujhe meri Didi se pata chala ki, jism aur badan ki pyaas ke samne ye rishte naate kuch mayine nahi rakhte.

Jaise meri Didi ko jawani chad rahi thi, aur usko apni badan ke sath khelna, aur apni sexy badan ko sabke samne dikhane ki pyaas badh rahi thi. Jaise mere lund ko bas ek ladki ki badan se matlab tha, chahe wo apni hi rishtedaari mein kyu na ho.

Waise hi, meri Didi ki chut ko bhi bas ek mard ka shakt sharir aur khada huwa lund ki zaroorat thi. Chahe wo apne hi bhai ka badan kyu na ho.

Chahe galat ho ya sahi, hum dono to apne apne jawani ke nashe mein ek dusre ko badan dikhake aur dekhke khush the.

Meri Didi bhi ab to puri randi jaisi ho chuki thi jawani ke nashe mein. Roz bra utarna aur apne bade bade chuchi ke sath khelna uska kaam ho chuka tha. Aur usko ye sab karte huwe chup chup ke dekhna mera kaam.

Meri Didi ek poet bhi thi. College ki poetry competitions pe usne bohat award mile the. Aur wo hamesha bina bra ke ek hath se apne chuchi ko sahlate huwe, dusri haath se apne kuch likhti rehti thi. Jab bhi main padhne ki koshish karta to wo usko chupa leti thi.

Hum dono ek dusre ki badan ke sath khelna chahte the lekin ek sheeshe ki diwar thi hamare bich jisko tod pana mushkil tha.

Bohat time tak ye silsila chalta raha. Didi ka roz apne bra utar ke rehna. Ab to wo bina bra ke hi khana banati thi. Chut ki khujli badne ke karan, ab wo aur tight salwar pehenne lagi thi jisme uski 36 ki gaand puri tarah se dikhe. Jab wo chalti thi, tab aisa lagta tha ki bas ghus jau uski gaand mein.

Jis din mera bed ke uper sone ka routine hota tha, usko pata tha ki bed ke uper se main uski gaand ko dekhke hilata hun. Ab to wo aur tight salwar aur bina bra ke sone lagi thi. Jab pet ke bal soti thi to uski gaand aisa lagta tha ki Mount. Everest jaise uper uthe hain.

Hamara attached bathroom tha. Aur ab wo nahake aane ke baad, sirf body ke niche hisse mein towel bandh ti thi, jaise mard karte the. Aur towel mein usko phuli huwi gaand bohat mast lagte the.

Magar baat itne mein hi ruk jaa rahi thi. Na to Didi chuchi se aage badh ke apni salwar bhi utar ke mere samne nanga ho rahi thi, na hi main apne shorts utar ke usko apna shakt lund ka darshan karwa paa raha tha.

Karib karib 6-7 mahina ke baad, ek din, wo din subh ghadi bhi aake gayi, jis din mujhe apni Didi ki puri badan ke darshan ho gaye.

Hamara room second floor pe tha. Aur uper jane ki sidhi iron ki thi. August ka mahina tha aur barish bohat tej ho ti thi. Zyada barish ki vajah se sidhi mein kaai jam gayi thi.

Ek din Didi college se wapas aate time sidhi se gir gayi. Bas, 2nd step hi thi ki uska pair fisla aur wo apne gaand ke bal niche gir gayi.

Usne kaise kaise kar ke uper aayi aur mujhe boli, “Aman, main to sidhi se gir gayi.”

Main: “Kaise Didi? Tum ko lagi to nahi?”

Didi: “Haan… lagi na…”

Main: Kaha?

Didi thoda jhijhak ke: “Wo piche lagi mujhe.”

Main: “Piche matlab? Peeth pe?”

Didi: “Nahi, peeth pe nahi. Wo piche.”

Main: “Didi, batao na. Piche matlab, kaha?”

Usne ghum ke mujhe dikhayi. To uske kameez ka hissa, jo piche gaand ko dhakti thi, waha pe bheega huwa tha aur kai lag gayi thi.

Main samajh gaya tha ki Didi ki gaand pe chot lagi hain.

Main: “Oooo. Waha laga hain. Zyada dard to nahi Didi?”

Didi: “Nahi, thoda sa hain. Thik ho jayega.”

Uss din Didi ne apni kameez bhi nahi utara mere samne. Naye kapda leke sidhe bathroom mein chali gayi. Aur nahake nayi kapde pehen ke hi bahar nikal gayi.

Mujhe bata tha ki usne apne kai lagi huwi salwar aur panty bathroom mein hi chod di hain. To main bathroom mein jake uski panty sungh ke aur hilake apne mann ko shaant kiya.

Mujhe laga ki baat wohi pe khatam ho chuki hain.

Lekin agle din Didi mere uthne tak bhi nahi uthi thi.

Maine Didi ko uthaya aur bola: “Didi utho. College nahi jana?”

Didi: “Nahi. Mere piche bohat dard kar raha hain. Kal gir gayi thi to uska dard aaj ho raha hain.”

Main: “Zyada hi dard hain, kya, Didi? Painkiller khaogi?”

Didi: “Nahi, painkiller nahi khana chahiye har cheez ke liye.”

Main: “To kya karogi? Kaise thik hoga?”

Didi: “Agar acche se Iodex ya Moov lagake massage karenge to thik hoga.”

Ye sunte hi mere mann mein laddu phoot ne lag gaye the. Mujhe apni Didi ki bade bade gaand ko massage karne ki khwaish bunne laga.

Main (Didi ki aakho mein dekhkar): “To kab karna hain massage?”

Didi: “Pagal hain kya? Apne bhai se thodi aisi jagah massage karwaungi main.”

Main: “To aur kon kardega?”

Didi thoda sochne lagi.

Didi: “Haan… waise aur koi to hain nahi. Phir bhi, apne bhai se apne back ko massage karwana… thoda galat hain.”

Main mann hi mann soch raha tha ki, “Ae meri Didi… tum apne bhai ko apni chuchi ka darshan deti ho. Aur apne bhai ke khade lund ko dekh ke khush ho jati ho. Puri randi jaisi byabhar karti ho. Aur abhi savitri bann rahi ho?”

Main: “To kya dard mein hi rehna hain Didi?”

Didi: “Nahi. Dard bohat hain. Main seh nahi paungi.”

Main: “To main kardeta hun. Aaram milega.”

Didi ne thoda socha.

Mujhe pata tha hi ye raand sochne ki natak kar rahi hain. Aur usko bhi mere se apni gaand marwani hain.

Didi: “Thik hain.”

Main: “Abhi karna hain ki baad mein?”

Didi: “Mujhe thoda fresh hone de. Uske baad.”

Jab tak Didi fresh hone bathroom mein chali gayi, tab tak mera to ye soch ke hi lund khada ho chuka tha ki, “Main apni Didi ki wo gaand ko chune wala hun jisko dekhke pure mohalle ke ladke, buddhe aur kutte bhi iske piche chalte the iski gaand ko sunghne ke liye.”

Jab Didi bathroom se bahar aayi, to usne pehle jaise hi towel bandha tha apne badan mein. Uski chuchi puri nangi thi aur bheegi huwi thi.

Usko dekh ke mujhe pata chala ki iss raand ki bhi puri planning hain ye sab karne ki. Ab to mujhe shaq hone laga ki, “Kya sach mein ye sidhi se fisalke giri thi, ya bas apni jawani ki pyaas bujhane aur apne bhai ki haathon apne badan ko masalwane ke liye kar rahi hain?”

Aur Didi mujhse kuch bole bina hi bed pe pet ke bal apni gaand ko uper karke let gayi. Aur boli, “Ja… jake Moov leke aa… Aur thoda sa tel bhi leke aana…”

Maine Moov aur bohat saara tel leke aaya.

Didi ne towel lapke hi let gayi thi.

Main: “Didi, ye towel to hatado.”

Didi apne gaand ko uper uthate huwe boli, “To khud hatade na…”

Maine jab uski towel hataya to mujhe laga jannat ki darshan ho gayi hain.

Badi aur bohat mulayam gaand. Puri gori aur uske right ass cheek pe ek kaala til bhi tha.

Ab meri Didi mere samne puri nangi leti huwi thi. Mera lund taan ke pure shorts ko bhi uper utha raha tha.

Jis nazare ko main dekhne ke liye tarash raha tha, wo mere samne tha. Meri 22 saal ki jawan Didi, apni pura nagna ko mere samne shoup rahi thi. Uski badan jisko dekhne ke liye bohat saare ladke tadap rahi the, wo mujhe aasani se dikha rahi thi.

Abhi abhi nahake nikle huwi meri Didi. Uske badan se ek khushbu aa rahi thi. Main apne naak ko nazdeek le jaake uske gaand ko sungha.

Didi ko pata chal gaya ki maine uski gaand ko sungha.

Didi: “Kitne saalo ki khwaish thi ye karne ki teri?”

Main (thoda sharma te huwe): “Bas, jab se aapki badan mein jawani chadne lagi, tab se.”

Didi (haste huwe): “Accha. Meri badan mein to saalo se jawani chad rahi hain. Sama nahi rahi hain mujhme… ye jawani ka nasha.”

Main: “Kya aapke andar bhi utni hi pyaas hain jitni mere andar hain?”

Ab main Didi ki gaand mein tel ki ek do bundh dalne lag gaya tha. Didi thodi siskiya lene lagi thi.

Didi: “Tere andar kitni pyaas hain, mujhe nahi pata. Par mere andar mardo ki badan ki itni pyaas hain, ki lagta hain duniya bhar ke mard ko apne andar sama sakti hun.”

Main (haste huwe): “Didi, tum to kabita bolne lagi.”

Ab main halke halke Didi ki gaand ko sahlane lag gaya.

Didi: “Jab dono legs ke bich ki jagah mein khujli badhti hain na, to sab kabi bann jate hain.”

Main: “Uss jagah ka naam to bolo, Didi.”

Didi (haste huwe): “Apni Didi se ye sab bulwaye ga tu?”

Main: “Aap wo sab dikha sakti ho, lekin bol nahi sakti?”

Didi: “Haan… bol sakti hun na. Dono legs ke bich ki jagah ko chut bolte hain, jo mere paas hain.”

Main: “Aur jo mere dono legs ke bich mein hain, usko kya bolte hain?”

Didi: “Kyu? Tujhe nahi pata?”

Main: “Pata hain. Par aapke muh se sunna pasand hain.”

Didi: “Accha… to sunn. Jo ladko ke dono legs ke bich mein hota hain, usko lund bolte hain. Aur jab wohi lund shakt hoke khada ho jata hain, tab usko main jaadu ki chhadi bolti hun.”

Main (haste huwe): “Jaadu ki chhadi? Aisa kyu?”

Didi: “Kyu ki wo jaadu ki chhadi jab khada hoke ek snake ki tarah meri mulayam chut mein ghus jata hain, to mujhe jannat ki darshan hote hain.”

Main: “Kabhi koi jaadu ki chhadi apki chut mein ghusi hain kya?”

Didi: “Abhi tak to nahi. Bas intezaar hain, koi mota sa aur kaala sa lund ka, jo aake meri chut faadke mujhe bekabu karke chode.”

Main: “To, kya intezaar khatam karne ka mann hain?”

Didi: “Mann to jab se chut mein baal ugne lage, tab se hain, ki koi rajkumar aake mere jhadi ko kaat ke meri chut ki pyaas ko bhujhaye.”

Main: “Kya wo rajkumar main bann sakta hun?”

Didi kuch nahi boli.

Main: “Aaj tak tumhari garmi se bhari huwi chut ko kaise shant karti thi?”

Didi: “Iss ghar mein aisa koi cheez nahi hoga jo mere chut ke andar nahi gaya hoga.”

Main bohat excited ho raha tha. Meri Didi mere samne nange hoke apni chut ke baare main khulke baat kar rahi thi.

Main: “Jaise ki?”

Didi: “Jaise ki tera tooth brush. Torch light. Jhadu ka piche wala hissa. Tera pen. Sab kuch.”

Main: “Itni pyaasi hain tumhari chut?”

Didi: “Pyas ki to baat hi nahi kar tu. 24 ghante gili rehti hain meri chut. Meri mumme hamesha iss intezaar mein rehte the ki kab koi mard apne bade aur rough haat se meri mumme ko dabaye, aur usko muh mein bharde. Meri jeeb ko duniya ki koi bhi pakwan dedo, lekin isko ek mota lund ka namkeen paani ka hi swad leni hain hamesha.”

Main bohat excited ho raha tha. Mujhe pata tha ki Didi ki chut mein garmi bohat thi, lekin wo iss tarah se iska bayan karegi.

Ab maine Didi ki gaand ka massage apne jeeb se karna shuru kar diya tha. Main bekabu hoke Didi ki gaand ko chaat raha tha.

Main: “Tum to poet ho Didi.”

Didi: “Lund ka pyaas hain, bas.”

Main: “Kuch batao… aapko lund kaisa lagta hain?”

Didi: “Uff! Kya puch liya? Lund… duniya ka sabse sundar cheez hain, lund. Ek mard ki hawas ka prateek hain lund. Aur jab wo lund khada ho ke mere samne aata hain, to lagta hain ki uss lund ke siwaye aur kuch nahi hain duniya mein.”

Main: “Agar main aapko mera lund dun to kya karna chahogi?”

Didi: “Apni pyaas bujhaungi. Usko har tareeke se apne andar dalungi. Aakhon se jab tak ji na bhare dekhungi. Lund ka shape. Usme lagte nas aur bada sa topa. Usko naak se sunghungi. Lund ki khushbu ko apne andar sama lungi. Aur chatungi. Itni der tak chatungi ki jab tak mujhe tripti nahi mile…

Main: “Aur chudai?”

Didi: “Jab apne face pe ragad ke jii bhar jaye, aur lund ke niche ke do gote ko chus chus ke ji bhar jaye, tab baari aaye gi wo milan ki jiski vajah se duniya kayam hain. Wo hain chut aur lund ki milan.”

Main: “Uff… Didi… Tum to sach main lund ke upar kitaab likh dogi.”

Didi: “Jake meri diary dekh. Roz lund ke sapne mein khoke likhti hun.”

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To doston, kaisi lagi meri poet Didi ki lund ke baare main ki gayi byakhya?

Next part mein, main aapko meri hawas se bhari huwi randi Didi ki diary ki kuch lund aur sex ke uper likhi gayi kabitayan leke aaunga.

Aur usse agle part mein kaise meri Didi apne hawas ki vajah se sirf meri nahi, mere doston ke bhi randi bann jayegi, ye bataunga.

Aapko ye story kaisi lagi, uske liye agar aapko feedback dena hain to de sakte hain.

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