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James sat on the ground, his butt throbbing with pain and red hot as if it was on fire. His mouth was wide open in disbelieving shock. His brain sizzled with uncertainty as his mind was blown beyond all imagination.

He was frozen, speechless by a staggering level of extreme embarrassment. James had been thoroughly embarrassed by Garima and Nuzla more times than he could count.

But this level of embarrassment had never been achieved by any human in the history of the world. As Garima and Nuzla laughed, his eyes crossed, and he fainted. James laid on the floor wearing only a tiny stringy thong panty. The girls took this opportunity to extend his complete embarrassment.

When James regained consciousness, he was tied over a railing in a public park. He was still wearing only his little purple panties with red hearts on them. Garima delivered 400 firm and authoritative spanks to James’ butt cheeks.

His cheeks were bright red and very sore. He rolled his eyes and blushed as he whimpered in submissive helplessness.

James was a public spectacle. Dozens of people saw him and laughed at his predicament. Dev arrived on the scene to laugh with the girls at James, the publicly blushing slut. Dev then fed his huge cock to James right in front of everyone.

Dev pumped his hips to fuck James’ throat. James sucked and slurped and demonstrated his extreme desire for cocks in his mouth. Dev erupted in James’ mouth and filled his mouth with cum three times. James guzzled down every drop while moaning in pleasure.

Garima and Nuzla giggled at how pathetic James looked as he begged for more cocks to suck. It was astonishing to see such slutty whorish behavior brazenly on display.

“Please, please, pretty please, feed me more cocks! I want to suck cocks so so much!” a blushing James begged.

“Oh my god! You are the cock-whore of India!” commented Nuzla.

“Yes, he is, a total cumslut!” smiled Garima.

“If sucking cocks were an Olympic sport, this stupid fucker would easily win the gold!” laughed Dev.

“Yes, he would! Bring home the gold in cock-sucking!” giggled Nuzla.

“Awww, you make America so proud, James. You are the gold medal winner in sucking cock!” chuckled Garima.

James just rolled his eyes and blushed and then continued to beg for more cocks to suck. No one sucked as many cocks as James had sucked. He was an international sensation in fellatio. Stories were told about how James had sucked so many cocks that at times his lips became frozen into an “O” position.

The girls told James that they would make sure he had plenty of cocks to suck, but he had to do something for them first. Garima and Nuzla took James to a local sorority. Wearing only his tiny thong panty, James was required to wash the cars of each girl in the sorority.

Most of the girls in the sorority, and many of their female friends, gathered to watch James. Everyone agreed that James ass was very fine and that he must have the smallest dick in the world. Even though his panties were tiny, no sign of his cock or balls could be seen.

Before James was done washing all of the cars, the guys that were called started showing up. When the car wash was completed, 65 guys were awaiting James to suck them off. He gladly started slurping and sucking. Like a dutiful cock-whore, James sucked all 65 guys.

By that time, another 26 guys arrived, and James sucked them all off. Garima and Nuzla took James back to his place, where they arranged for another 48 guys to be waiting. James blushed with embarrassment but excitedly dropped to his knees and sucked all those guys clean.

Some of those guys delivered such hardcore brutal face-fuckings. It was purely entertaining for Garima and Nuzla. The face-fucking was so intensely deep and hard. The girls just looked at each other with wide eyes and whispered, “Dahaaaam!” They then giggled about it.

When every cock had been sucked, and every drop of cum gulped down, James sat on the floor with his eyes spinning and his tongue hanging out. He had been face-fucked into a stupified dizzy brain mush. James could not speak and was frozen in intense humiliation.

“Bounce on those little panties, you dumbass slut!” demanded Garima.

James immediately began bouncing up and down on his butt. His little butt cheeks slapped firmly against the hard floor. He bounced until his butt was sore. He blushed and bounced as the girls giggled at him. Then he blushed and bounced some more.

Garima and Nuzla laughed until they had tears in their eyes. They both very much enjoyed it when James was embarrassed, and his butt hurt. As James’ butt slapped against the floor, his mouth formed an ‘O’ as he whimpered, “Woooo.”

His eyes crossed and blinked with each firm bounce. He was a hilarious sight to see. Garima finally told James that he could stop bouncing. James grunted and kicked his feet in a humiliating little tantrum.

He pounded his fists on the floor as he closed his eyes and grunted again. He murmured through clenched teeth, “I’m so so so embarrassed! This is so embarrassing! So embarrassing!”

Nuzla reached down and grabbed James’ nose, and pulled him to his feet. She then led him to the sofa and had him bend over it. He looked back over his shoulder and whispered, “Spanky.”

Nuzla obliged by swinging a large wooden paddle and pounding James’ ass cheeks until he whimpered for mercy. Garima then grabbed James’ thong panty and administered a thong wedgie.

Nuzla then loudly declared, “And one last swat for our Girl Power!”

Garima clapped and laughed as the paddle smacked James’ red sore bottom with a POP! James let out a sissy cry as he bit his fist. Nuzla dropped the paddle and gave high-fives with Garima. The two girls walked out of the room laughing together. James pouted and rubbed his sore bottom.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. James went to the door and found 38 Indian guys there. All 38 of those guys came in and fed James their cocks. James slurped and sucked every one of those guys dry. James had sucked off 178 cocks that day.

Narrated by Swati

Hi friends, main Swati. Aap logo ne episode 65 mein padha kaise papa se main apne gande irade ko poore karwati hun. Ek ek kar apne padhaaw par aage badh rahi thi. Meri ichcha yahi thi ki papa ke sath bharpoor maza le saku.

Papa na chaahte hue bhi meri baato ke aghosh mein apna sara mardana rass meri choot mein bhar dale. Mujhe to kafi maza aaya par papa ise galat samajh baithe. Woh ek baap hokar apni hi beti ke andar apna beej dalne ko ghor paap maan baithe.

Waise bhi ye saare mard aise hi hote hai. Ek baar inka pani nikal gaya to fir saadhu santt wale vichaar aane lag jaate hai inko. Yahi hua jab kuch 10–15-minute baad papa apne kamre se wapas aaye.

Main ab bhi sofe par nangi padi hui thi jiss awastha mein woh mujhe chor gaye the. Is intezaar mein ki papa ke wapas aate hi sex ka khel dubara shuru karenge.

Par mujhe dekh papa bole: Tum kapde pehan kyu nahi leti?

Main danto mein ungliya kaat apni jangho ko khole rakh unko choot dikhati hui boli: Kyu, waise bhi aap to utaar hi doge.

Papa: Nahi nahi, ab aur nahi.

Main uth baithi aur boli: Kyu? Kya hua, aap ko pasand nahi aaya?

Papa: Nahi beta, ek to ye galat hai aur uspar baar-baar nahi.

Main: Offo papa, konsa hum roz karenge. Aapki chuttiya khatam hone ke baad kaha miloge aap mujhe aise?

Papa: Haan par kuch hi der pahle kiye the na, to ab aaj aur nahi.

Main unke paas jakar unke seene par ungli pherti hui boli: To kya, papa aap woh nahi karna chahte jiss bare mein hum baat kiye?

Papa: Kiss bare mein?

Main honto ko kaat boli: Mujhe peeche se karne ki.

Papa: Nahi! bilkul nahi, ab jao tum kapde pehno. Ab aaj aur bilkul nahi.

Ye kahte hue papa mere hath ko pakad mujhe door kar diye. Main muh phulati hui jakar floor se apne pheke kapde liye aur apne room chali gayi. Apne bistar par ja giri aur sochne lagi ki agar papa aise rahe to meri baat nahi banne wali.

Maa ko abhi aane mein aur 2 ghante the. Mujhe is 2 ghante ka sahi upyog karni thi. Lekin papa ko dubara taiyaar bhi karni thi mujhe. Tab ek mast si shaitaani bhari vichaar aayi.

Jaldi se agle 15-minute nahayi. Fir apni poorane kapdo ki briefcase khol kar usme woh khojne lagi jo mujhe chahiye thi. 5–10-minute mein sab nikali aur fir pehan kar balo ko sawar tip-top hokar room se bahar nikli.

Apne kamre se nikalte hi dekhi to papa sofe par baithe newspaper padh rahe the. Unki peeth meri taraf thi to woh mujhe dekh nahi sakte the.

Main apni darwaze ke paas khadi boli: Papa!

Papa bina mujhe dekhe bole: Haan!

Main: Kya aapka ab sachme mann nahi kuch karne ka?

Papa: Bola na nahi!

Main: Please…

Papa: Nahi bola to nahi, ab zid mat karo.

Main unke taraf jaati hui boli: To fir theek hai main ja rahi hun.

Mere pairo mein pahni jooti ke awaaz se woh mujhe samajh gaye ki main sachme kahi ja rahi hun. Bina dekhe pooche: Kaha ja rahi ho!

Main unke paas jakar peeche se unke kaan mein boli: Tuition classes!

Papa sar ghuma kar mujhe dekh bole: Tuition!

Aur fir unki nazar mere kapdo ke taraf gayi. Main aage chalti hui unke samne jaa khadi hui aur boli: Haan! Tuition classes, aapke sath!

Main apni purani school uniform pehani hui thi. Papa se mujhe pata chala ki unhe main apni school ki uniform mein kafi sexy lagti thi. To sochi isse badiya dress aur kuch nahi hogi jo papa ko mere liye line par la sake.

Pairo mein kali jooti aur safed moja, upar safed shirt par sweater aur neeche kali laal check skirt. Purani skirt hone ke karan ab woh mere liye aur bhi choti th. Meri chikni gori jaangho ka poora hissa dikha rahi thi. Papa ek tak mujhe upar se neeche dekh rahe the. Unke shakal ka rang udd chukka tha, koi shak nahi ki main kafi sexy lag rahi thi unko.

Papa: Ye… ye kya hai?

Main apni ek anghute ko choosti hui boli: Main aapki badmash student papa!

Papa hass spade aur bole: Ha-ha-ha, tum pagal ho!

Main: Hmm… nahi main pagal nahi.

Papa: To fir kya ho, ye kya hai, ha-ha-ha!

Main aankh marti hui boli: Main aapki naughty student aur aap mere naughty daddy.

Papa apne god par newspaper rakh bole: Uff… tum bhi na beta, ha-ha-ha!

Main: Bataiye na papa, kaisi lag rahi hun main?

Papa: Bilkul nautanki.

Main unki god par rakhi newspaper kheech li aur boli: Sachme? Aisa to nahi lag raha.

News paper ke uthate hi mujhe jo umeed thi wahi hua. Papa ke payjame mein unka lund phula hua tha. Beshak mere iss roop ka hi asar tha woh.

Papa: Are tum…

Main adaao ke sath uniform ke sath pehni sweater nikal kar boli: Kya main sachme aapko nautanki dikh rahi hun ya…?

Papa apne maathe par sar rakh gaye aur bole: Pata nahi kya karu is badmaash ladki ka.

Main: Main bataun kya kariye?

Papa mere taraf dekhe to main boli: Agar main itni badmaas hun to, mujhe theek kariyena papa.

Papa: Woh kaise?

Main: Punishment dekar.

Papa: Ha-ha-ha! Woh to sahi kaha, tumhe sudharne ki sakt zarurat hai.

Main unke bagal ja baithi aur poochi: Kaise sudharoge aap papa!

Papa: Pitaayi karke.

Main aankh maar boli: Kaha?

Papa mazaak mein daant meenchte hue bole: Tum tum na…

Main khadi hui aur sofe ke dusre taraf bhaag gayi. Papa samajh gaye the ki meri ichcha ab unke sath unki badmaash school girl bann ke khelne ki thi, aur shayad yahi unki bhi thi. Woh news paper ko role karte hue use ek dande ke akaar mein lappet mere taraf haste hue aane lage.

Papa: Abhi batata hun tumhe.

Main khilkhila kar hasti hui kabhi sofe ke idhar to kabhi udhar bhagti. Apni choti skirt ko uchalti hui papa ko kabhi lubhati to kabhi chidaati.

Main: Kya hua papa… mujhe pakad nahi paoge aap, ha-ha-ha!

Papa bhi haste aur mujhe mazaak mein daante. Kabhi sofe ke aage aate to kabhi peeche. Main unhe chidaati hui kabhi apni skirt uthake dikhati. Kabhi apne shirt ke button khol unhe lubhati. Kabhi living room se dining to kabhi wapas.

Dheere dheere papa jab thakne lage to main boli: Kya hua papa, thak gaye itni jaldi? Nahi pakad paoge aap mujhe, ha-ha-ha!

Ye kahti hui main living se apne room ko bhagi. Room ko is liye gayi kyu ki agar main aise bhaagte rahti to papa mujhe kabhi na pakad pate. Issi liye room aa gayi taaki main pakdi jaun.

Ye baat papa bhi jaante the. Mere peeche mere room ke darwaze ke paas aakar haafte hue bole: Badmash… ab kaha jaogi.

Main nautanki karti hui boli: Oh… nahi papa… ye cheating hai!

Papa andar aate hue mud kar darwaza band karte hue bole: Ab dekhti hun kaha bhagti ho.

Main mann hi mann sochi ki bhagna chahta bhi kaun hai. Main to chahti hi hun ki papa mujhe ragad ke saza de. Lekin fir papa se main boli: Are nahi, please papa mujhe bahar jane dijiye.

Papa mere taraf aate hue bole: Bohut bhagayi mujhe ab tum kaha bhagogi mujhse, ha-ha-ha!

Main palat kar bed par chahdi. Unse bhagne ka natak kar ghutno par bed par idhar udhar chalne lagi. Chahti to bed ke dusri aor ja sakti thi lekin main unse aur bhagna nahi chahti thi. Papa peeche se aaye aur meri taang pakad apne taraf kheech liye.

Main: Aaaa, papa nahi sorry!

Papa: Bohut bhagayi na, ab batata hun.

Itna kahte hue peeche se woh meri skirt uthaye aur panty ke upar se hi meri gand par halke se thappad de mare.

Main unhe chidati hui boli: Ha-ha-ha, nahi lagi mujhe.

Papa: Achcha!

Ye kahte hue woh is bar meri gand par thodi aur zor se de mare.

Main apni gand daanyi baayi hilati hui boli: Aap to kisi bachche jaise mar rahe hai, ha-ha-ha!

Main unhe uksa rahi thi taaki woh meri gand sachme maar ke laal hi kar de. Aur yahi hua jab woh teesri baar mare. Woh itni zor se de mare ki unki har ek ungli ki chaap se meri gand ki twacha lahra gayi aur main dard ke sath masti mein sihar uthi.

Main: Issss… Papa!

Papa: Ab laga!

Main: Mmm… nahi!

Papa is bar aur zor se de mare aur bole: Badmash aur sataaogi mujhe?

Main sar palat kar peeche unhe dekh boli: Haan! Aur sataaungi aapko.

Papa meri panty ko neeche jangho tak kheech utaare aur meri nangi gand par thapad marte hue bole: Sataaogi bolo?

Main: Issss! Haan, main nahi sudhrungi, khoob sataaungi aapko!

Papa samajh gaye the ki mujhe unse apni gand par thappad khane ki hod lagi hui thi. To woh bhi shant na baithe aur lagataar 5 se 6 zor ki thappado ki barish karte hue meri gand laal kar dale.

Papa: Ab bol, karogi dubara?

Main: Yes, daddy! Karungi.

Mere muh se “Yes, daddy,” sunn shayad woh aur uttejit ho utthe. Aur dubara usi lahrate jagah par 3-4 thapad maar baithe. Fir meri panty ko pakad meri tango se kheech nikale aur bole: Tumhe sachme sudharne ki zarurat hai, kafi bigad gayi ho.

Main unhe apni nangi gand hilakar dikhati hui boli: Haan, aur bigdungi agar aap sudhare nahi to.

Ispar papa meri tang pakad mujhe bistar par ghumakar peet ke bal gira diya. Aur meri dono jangho par ek-ek kar thappad marte hue mujhe janghe phailane par majboor kar bole: Ab bhi nahi!

Main phaili jangho ke saath apni geeli choot unhe dikhati hui daanto ko meech kar boli: Nahi, nahi sudhrungi.

Papa ne ek pal na lagaya aur dubara apne hath upar uthaaye par mujhe chaokate hue. Is baar meri jaangh par nahi, seedhe meri choot ki honto par thappad de mare.

Main sihar uthi aur boli: Isss… ahhh… Papa!

Papa: Ab pata chala, bolo! Sudhrogi ya nahi!

Main jaanti thi woh kyu aise baar baar pooch rahe the. Woh chahte the ki main kisi ziddi bigdi ladki ke tarah na kahu aur woh mujhe uski saza de. Aur yahi main bhi to chahti thi.

Main: Nahi, bilkul nahi sudhrungi, kya karloge aap.

Papa is bar meri choot par 2 thappad mare. Fir meri choot ki honto ko ungliyo mein dabakar cheeti kaat bole: Ab bhi nahi.

Woh meri jangho ko aur failate hue meri choot ke paas jaa pahunche. Aur meri choot ko sungh kar bole: Tumhari badmashi aaj main nikal phekunga.

Main neeche unhe dekh boli: To nikaliyena, I challenge you papa!

Papa kuch na bole aur meri choot ko choom liye. Fir meri choot mein aayi nami ko chaatne lage. Main unki jeeb se hoti ragad ka maza leti hui unhe dekhti rahi. Papa kabhi aankh uthakar upar mere taraf dekhte to fir wapas meri choot ko khane lag jaate.

Main maze mein laeti apne honto ko kaat unhe choot khilati hui boli: Mmmm… papa… isse main nahi sudharne wali.

Ispar papa meri choot ki honto ko apne danto se halke kaat kheechte hue mujhe tadpaane lage.

Main: Ahh!

Agle kuch 5–6-minute woh meri choot khate rahe aur fir main boli: Papa, aise to main nahi sudharne wali.

Papa: To kaise sudhrogi.

Main: Aapke dande ki maar se shayad sudhar jaun!

Papa samajh gaye ki main kiss dande ki baat kar rahi hun. Aur uth khade hue aur apne shirt aur payjame ko nikal pheke. Apne tanne lumbe lund ko hath mein kisi dande ke tarah pakad mere samne jhulate hue bole: Ab isse padegi tumhe maar!

Main: To mariyena papa, jaha aap chaho, dekhte hai ki main sudhrungi ya nahi.

Papa meri baat se chidte hue hath aage badhaaye aur mere kaan ko pakad kheechte hue bole: Khoob maar padegi tumhe ab.

Ye kahte hue woh mujhe meri kaan se pakad uthakar baithaye. Main unhe aur uksane ke liye unke hath pakad bistar par kheechi.  Peet ke bal girakar unke tango ke beech baith boli: Khoob mariyega aur main jaanti hun is dande ko kaise aur sakt banana hai.

Ye kahti hui main jhuki aur unke lund ko apne muh mein lekar choosne lagi. Ab tak ki humari baate aur kartooto se sachme unka lund kafi sakt ho chukka tha. Itna sakt ki main uspar apni daand gadati to bhi unhe dard nahi ho raha tha.

Main chaaw se unhe dikhati aur unhe mujhe dekh dekhti hui unke lund ko khane lagi. Kabhi choosti to kabhi apni sar upar neeche hilati hui unke mote lund ko apne muh mein bhar kar muh chudwati.

Isse pahle ki woh mere muh mein jhad kar sara khel khatam kar dete main boli: Ab maza lungi aapke dande ki maar ka.
Main unke upar hoti hui apni choot ke neeche unke lund ko lekar baith gayi. Kuch der unhe uttejit kar chidane ke liye apni choot ki honto ke beech unke lund ko dabakar ragadti rahi.

Papa: Aise sirf dande ko parakhti rahogi kya?

Main unke lund ko pakad apni choot mein leti hui unke upar girti hui boli: Ahhh, papa, maarke dikhaiyena ab.

Meri baat par papa apne kamar ko upar marne lag gaye. Uske sath unka lund meri choot maarti hui mujhe meri manchaahi saza dene lagi. Main maze mein aati gayi aur meri masti dekh papa apne kamar ki maar tez karte gaye.

Papa ki sari takat apne kamar ki maar mein lagi hui thi. Jiss karan woh kuch bol nahi rahe the. Par main unki is majboori ka fayda uthati hui boli: Aahh papa, zor se lagaiye mujhe apne dande se.

Meri baato se uttejit hote hue papa meri kamar ko pakad mere andar dene lage. Unka lund tezi se meri choot mein utarti nikalti ja rahi thi. Chahe papa jitna bhi mana karle par main unhe mana hi lungi. Is baat ki khusi meri masti ko aur tez kar rahi thi.

Agle kuch minute woh mujhe aise hi chodte rahe. Tab neeche unke payjame ke pocket mein padi unki phone ki ghanti bajne lagi.

Papa bole: Are meri phone, zara dena na.

Unke rukne par main apni kamar uchal kar chudti hui boli: Choro na papa.

Papa: Are nahi, kahi tumhari maa hui to.

Main chidti hui bistar se neeche utari aur unke payjame se phone nikal dekhi. To sachme maa hi call kar rahi thi. Main unhe phone deti hui boli: Lo, maa hai, aap baat karo main apna kaam karti hun.

Papa ke phone lete hi main unke lund ke upar choot rakh baithi to papa bole: Are abhi ruko na, baat to karne do.

Main unke lund ko pakad apni choot mein lagakar andar leti hui boli: Aap karo baat. Main apna kaam karti hun na.

Papa fir phone lekar baat karne lage aur main apni kamar upar neeche uchalti hui apni choot chodwane lagi.

Papa phone mein: Haan bolo.

Pata nahi maa kya kah rahi thi. Papa kafi der shant rahe aur main yaha apni choot mein lund leti rahi.

Papa phone mein: Haan theek hai, khana kha lenge.

Main sochne lagi khan kha lenge. Shayad maa late aane wali hai matlab jo hume khana kha lene ko kah rahi hai. Iska matlab papa ke sath aur zyada waqt milega. Is khushi ki josh mein main apni kamar aur tez uchaalne lagi.

Papa phone mein: Haan theek hai kuch zarurat pade to batana.

Papa phone kate aur peeche se meri kamar pakad bole: Badmash ladki. Papa ko phone pe baat bhi karne nahi dogi, haan?

Main: Haan, kyu iski bhi saza doge mujhe?

Papa: Haan, deni to padegi hi.

Ye kah kar papa peeche se meri kamar pakad mujhe halka upar uthaye. Fir tezi se meri aor marte hue apne lund ko teevra gati se mere andar ghusane lage. Unki raftaar unke umar se mel nahi kha rahi thi. Bhale woh itne bade umar ke the lekin unki chodne ki taakat kisi jawaan mard se kam nahi thi.

Neeche se aate unke dhakke mujhe kissi halki wastu ke tarah apne upar uchal rahi thi. Choot chudti hui unke dhakko ke karan meri tange hawa mein lahlaha rahi thi. Woh mujhe ek khilaone ke taraf apne upar rakh khel rahe the.

Woh itni tez mere andar de rahe the ki unke ando ki jholi unke har dhakke par upar meri choot par thappad maar rahi thi. Kuch der baad main unke akramak dhakko ko sambhal nahi pa rahi thi. To woh meri jangho ko pakad apas mein satakar pakad liye.

Bina ruke meri choot ke andar apna lund bedardi ke sath chodte gaye. Aise mujhe pakadne par meri choot aur zyada kass chuki thi. Shayad kasi hui choot mein chodne mein unko bhi kafi zyada maza aa raha tha.

Jiss karan woh bina thake agle 3 se 4 minute mujhe aise hi lagatar chodte rahe. Main unke lund ke maze leti hui unka khilaona bani chudti rahi aur woh mujhe phata-phat marte gaye.

Iske baad woh mujhe uthakar neeche dale aur mere samne uthne lage. Main boli: Kya hua papa, haar maan gaye mujhe sudharne mein.

Papa kuch na bole aur meri tang pakad mujhe bistar par ghumakar ghutno par baitha diye. Main unki akramakta ko dekh aur zyada uttejit hone lagi. Woh peeche se meri skirt uthaye aur meri chikni gand par zor ki thappad de mare.

Papa: Tumhe pasand hai na ye?

Main: Haan, bohut zyada.

Papa ek aur zor ki thappad mare aur main zor ki aah bol padi. Woh meri skirt ko meri kamar par tikaye aur apne lund ko meri choot mein peeche se utaar dale. Woh meri choot ki jad tak apne lund ko ghusate hue mujhe pagal karne lage.

Ek hat meri kamar par to dusre se kabhi meri gand par thapad lagate hue woh apni beti ko kisi chudakkad ladki ke tarah chodne lage. Main kabhi apni shakal bistar par chupati to kabhi unhe palat kar peeche dekhti ki woh kitne akramak ho rahe the.

Papa dhakko ke sath haafte hue bole: Badmashi kam hui tumhari ya isse bhi zyada chahiye saza.

Main unhe aur uksaane ke liye boli: Ahh, abhi kaha papa, ye to kuch bhi nahi… ahhh… mere liye.

Woh meri gand ki ched par apni ungli sahlane lage. Fir apne usi ungli go chat geela kiye aur wapas neeche le gaye. Main dekh nahi paayi lekin fir mehsoos hui ki unke lund ke sath mere andar unki ungli bhi meri gand ke andar utar rahi thi.

Main aankhe band kar halki dard ke sath maze ki baad mein bahne lagi. Woh meri choot mein lund chodte hue apni ungli meri gand mein ghusakar nikal rahe the. Meri kasi hui choti si ched mein unki moti lambi ungli dheere dheere aur fir tezi ke sath andar bahar nikalne lagi.

Choot mein lund aur gand mein ungli ek sath hone ke ehsaas ke sath mein pagal hoti gayi. Meri halat dekh papa bhi josh mein the aur unki kamar ab kafi zor ke dhakke maar rahi thi mujhe.

Ab tak papa ne mujhe itne zor se aur itne akramak hokar nahi choda tha. Unki kamar ki mere gand par maar se phat phat ki awaaz nikal rahi thi. Aur har bar us awaaz ke sath unka lund meri choot ki jadd tak maar rahi thi.

Main: Ahh, mera hone wala hai papa!

Papa meri gand se ungli kheech nikale aur fir usi hath se meri gand par thappad maar bole: Abhi kaha badmash ladki.

Ye kah kar woh apne lund ko bhi mere andar se kheech nikale. Meri kamar pakad mujhe palat kar peet ke bal bistar par laeta diye. Meri tango ko pakad faila kar woh mere beech aaye.

Apne lund ko wapas meri choot mein ghusate hue bole: Abhi papa ka punishment khatam nahi hua. Iske baad woh na aaw na taw dekhe. Meri jangho ko pakad apne kamar ko mere taraf marte gaye. Main unke vaasna ke is roop ko dekh pagal hoti hui apni kagaar par pahunchne lagi.

Papa: Jab tak main na kahu tab tak tumhari saza khatam nahi hogi.

Main: Ah! Yes papa.

Papa meri baat par apne dhakko ki gati bada diye. Aisa laga ki woh jald hi jhadne wale hai. Par woh jhade ya na jhade meri halat kharab ho rahi thi. Kyu ki main unki is berahum chudayi ke samne ab aur tik nahi sakti thi.

Kuch palo mein hi unke lagatar padti dhakko ne mere badan ko akadne par majboor kardi. Meri choot jhadti hui kasne lagi par woh kassti choot mein apne lund ka prahar karte gaye.

Meri aankhe nashe mein band ho gayi aur badan sunn padti gayi. Woh mere andar se khud ko nikale. Fir mujhe mere seene par garm pani ki cheeto ka sparsh mehsoos hui.

Aankh khol kar dekhi to woh mere paas hi ghutno par khade mere seene par meri boobs par apne rass ki pichkari maar rahe the. Main kabhi unke khade lund se nikalti cheeto ko dekhti to kabhi unke siskariya bharte chehre ko.

Kuch palo baad papa bhi thak gaye to main unke lund se tapakti rass ke akhiri boondo ko chaat gayi.

Papa: Huff!

Main: Thak gaye papa aap to.

Papa: Huffff, aur nahi to kya.

Main: Waise maa kya bolne ke liye phone ki?

Papa: Are haan, woh mishra aunty hospital mein hai.

Main: Kyu, kya hua unko?

Papa: Unke seene mein dard tha kuch to tumhari maa hospital le gayi unhe.

Main: Hmmm to kab tak aayegi ma.

Papa: Woh boli 3-3:30 tak pata nahi.

Main apne seene se unke rass ko ungli se lekar chakhti hui boli: Tab to hummm…

Papa: Kya hum?

Main ek hath se unke murjhate lund ko hilane lagi. Dusre hath se apne seene par pade rass ko samet muh mein lekar nigalti hui unhe dikha kar boli: Tab to hum ye ek aur baar kar sakte hai papa.

Main janti thi ki papa ka mann ab nahi hoga. Fir bhi unhe chidane ke liye boli. Par tabhi papa mere boob par halka thappad maar bole: Bas ek baar hi kyu? 2 ya 3 kyu nahi?

Ye kahte hi unke chehre par aayi shaitaano wali muskaan dekh main boli: Ohh yess papa. 2 ya 3 ya 5 baar! jitni baar aap chaho!

To be continued.

I moved from Chennai to Bangalore for my job since the job at Chennai was not giving me enough money. I took a flat for rent in Bangalore since I was a party freak and sometimes took friends home for fun. I was missing many of the Chennai funs since I was alone in Bangalore. Also, it was nearly two months since I hooked up a girl.

One day, I was walking around the apartment and noticed two girls staying in the next flat. Both were dam pretty and had hot bodies. They maintained their figure so well that I got an instant hard-on.

I was searching for the moment to get close to them. One day, I got an opportunity since the cab guys were on strike.

One of the girls wanted to go to the airport. They initially decided to go by bike and bus. I thought that it was the best opportunity for me to get close to them and offered her a lift. While coming back as I would be alone, I requested the other girl to join me.

We introduced ourselves and talked about general things until we reached the airport. We dropped Rima at the airport, and while coming back, Riya and I were talking about various things.

From her conversations, I came to know that both Riya and Rima loved parties. I asked Riya if she was okay to try my luck and if yes, we could go to the MG Road party. She said. “thanks, but not today. We can go some other day.” I felt sad inside, but I knew that slow and steady wins the race.

We reached our apartment and to my surprise, she took my cell number and went into her flat. After entering the house, I got freshen up and changed into a comfortable nightdress. My sexy neighbour girl Riya was in my mind, and all my thoughts were running around her.

Then I received a message on WhatsApp from an unknown number. Since it was an unknown number, I didn’t open it at that time

After an hour, I received a call from my close friend from Chennai to check something with me. After the voice call, I saw the message which I got earlier. It was from Riya. I responded with a “hi” to her. Immediately, she messaged back with a sad smiley.

Before I responded, she again messaged me, asking if I had some vodka or any other alcohol. I called her to my house without any second thought because of my experience with girls; after two drinks, they open up.

Within 2 minutes, my sexy neighbour girl was in my house. I welcomed her and showed her my collection of alcohol. I had a fantastic collection of alcohol at home since I was a frequent traveler for my office work and got many imported liquors.

By seeing my collection, Riya was overjoyed and wanted to gulp whiskey. I made two drinks and some chips for us. We were sitting and enjoying the drinks. We both sat on the floor since Riya insisted.

She was wearing a deep-neck t-shirt and shorts. With this dress, her sexy assets were visible to me here and there. I was staring at neighbour girl’s cleavage, which was visible to me. She caught me staring once and corrected her dress without saying anything.

I offered her one more drink which she happily accepted. Slowly, the alcohol was taking over her, and she was coming close to me. Our talks moved from general topics to double-meaning jokes.

I decided to make a move and touched her thighs gently and started rubbing her thighs. Even though she noticed it, there was no response from her, nor did she stop me. I was confused and removed my hand since I wanted to go to the restroom.

Riya leaned on my shoulder and was enjoying her drink after I came out of the bathroom. I started to rub her shoulder and enjoying the drink. Her body fragrance was driving me crazy and I was not able to control myself.

I moved my hand down and touched her waist and pinched her. With this, she gave light movement and put her hand on me and came further close to me.

Now I could see sexy neighbour girl’s top part of the melons clearly. She pulled her t-shirt further down to show more of her melons. I was sure that she wanted some ‘fun’ and it was a green signal for me to proceed further.

I put my hand inside her t-shirt and touched her boobs over the bra. I pushed my other hand inside her shorts. With my action, she came closer and bit my earlobes gently and said, “Let us go to bed.”

I was on cloud 9 after hearing her words. It was after so many days I was getting a beauty to enjoy. I lifted her in my hands, took her into the bedroom and dropped her on the bed. I removed my t-shirt and shorts before jumping on her like a hungry tiger.

My drunk neighbour chick noticed the tent in my underwear and I could see the lust in her eyes. I started teasing her with light kisses on her lips and all over her face. Suddenly, she held my face and gave me a deep french kiss.

Our kiss went on for a while. It was a passionate kiss. She was an excellent kisser and we played with our tongues and exchanged saliva. My right hand was pressing her boobs over the dress and enjoying her body.

After 15 minutes, we broke our kiss. But by that, I was in so much of a horny mood and was not even ready to waste a second. With lust taken control over me and as I wanted to see sexy neighbour girl naked, I tore her t-shirt and threw it away. She came to know that I was in a hurry and she quickly undressed everything for me.

Riya took my hand and kept it on her boobs and she gave me her other boob to eat. I knew how to tease a girl and girls like a guy who enjoys their boobs. I gently massaged her boobs and sucked her nipples one by one. Riya was moaning and her moans were increasing by my actions.

I slowly slid my hand down to touch between her legs. She was so wet down and it looked like she had at least two orgasms already. I came down and put my mouth to the clitoris of my hot neighbour girl’s vagina and started sucking and fingering her pussy. She was moaning with pleasure and on cloud 9.

Riya held my head and pushed me deep into her vagina. I love the juices coming from a girl’s vagina; it is so tasty and has a pleasant smell. While eating Riya’s vagina, she climaxed again with a lot of liquid coming out from her. I drank everything.

She then got up and said that she was so pleased and it was now her turn to please me. She knelt and took my penis in her hand and spat some saliva on it. Then she took it into her mouth and started giving a blowjob. She was a pro at sucking and I felt so lovely. It was the best blowjob ever that I got from any girl.

I was able to hold myself for almost 10 minutes and then ejaculated my load into sexy neighbour girl’s mouth. My liquid filled her mouth and started flowing out. She was not comfortable drinking it, so she went to the bathroom to clean her mouth.

We were then engaged in a lip-lock for nearly 10 minutes. I bent her and inserted my tool into her vagina from behind. I gave one deep thrust so that I could go inside her. Even though my neighbour girl was not a virgin, her vagina was tight since she hadn’t had not many intercourses.

Later, I realized that Riya had a boyfriend with whom she had sex twice. And after the breakup, she had not allowed any guy to touch her. When I pushed hard, tears came from her eyes, and she was in pain. So, I decided to do it slowly and waited for 2 minutes so that she can relax.

After 2 minutes, I pulled and pushed inside. This time, Riya was relaxed and enjoying my thrust. I slowly increased my pace and she started to moan louder. Her moans and our body sounds were filled in the room. Her moans were driving me crazy and I started increasing speed gradually.

I drilled sexy neighbour girl’s hole for almost 15 minutes and felt like I was going to climax. I asked her whether I can come inside her or in her mouth. She asked me to pull out and asked me to hold the climax for a few seconds.

I pulled my dick out from her hole and was ready for bust. She turned and took my tool in her hand and started shagging it. When I have prepared for a climax, she took everything in her mouth and cleaned my penis.

She then went to the bathroom for cleaning and later, we took a bath together. We both were tired after intense and hot lovemaking. So we slept off, hugging each other.

The following day, when my phone rang, we woke up and freshened up. After having coffee, she went back to her house. We had sex on many other occasions later and enjoyed all possible positions. Later I got an opportunity to enjoy her friend too and a few other girls with the help of Riya. I will narrate the other stories later.

Hello, I am Dev from Mumbai, 25 years old. I have been an avid reader for a long time now. So I am thinking of sharing my stories with this community. Some parts of the stories are based on real-life events and some fiction. I leave it to you to decide which parts are real and which are fictional.

A little background about me – I live in Mumbai and belong to a middle-class family. I am 26 years old. Whatever we have today, my father worked hard to earn this from zero. My loving mother helped him along the way. Both are doing government service.

My elder sister, who is 30 years old, is now married. As the youngest in the family, I was everyone’s favorite and a Mama’s boy too.

I got introduced to the world of porn at a very early age. I still remember the very first porn site, which I browsed. Later on, I went through a lot of hassle to delete the browsing history. By the age of 19, I was very much into various types of porn and knew a lot about it.

My interest especially grew in one specific category, incest. My mother was 41 by then and a perfect woman whom anyone would ever desire. Without even seeing her naked, you would want her. That’s how I grew incestual feelings for her.

I had a fake account on Facebook. I had few female friends actually interested in incest. I use to have sex chats with them and share my incestual feeling about my Ma.

This was the only pleasure I was getting as a getaway from reality. I was in the first year of Engineering back then, when it at all started.  Yes, I was very young, but all the feelings I had back then were real. I still have those feelings.

My parents decided to renovate the house. As a middle-class family, we lived in a 1bhk apartment in Mumbai. The renovation was going to take about a week, starting with our bedroom. We had to shift most of the bedroom furniture in the hall.

We had very little space left in the hall where we ate and slept. The sofa was the only place of comfort left in the hall. Out of respect for the breadwinner, dad got to sleep on the sofa. Me, Ma, and my sister slept on the floor with homemade cushion beds and blankets.

Ma slept in the middle. I was sleeping on the left side and my sister on the right. I have a habit of soft cuddling. I always kept my hand or legs on the person I am sleeping with till I was 14 or 15. Usually, I slept beside my mother only since childhood. It was after a fairly long time I was going to sleep with Ma again.

It was 2 am in the night, and I couldn’t sleep. Ma turned towards me and asked me to sleep. She came closer to me and put her hands over me. It was after a very long time I felt the love and affection from Ma. In response, I put my hand back on her, and it was the best feeling I ever had.

She always slept in a maxi dress, which was very loose and comfy. I could feel her soft skin through the thin fabric of her maxi. We both got cozy in each other’s embrace, and soon she slept again. But I couldn’t. At this point, I could feel her soft skin over her belly and side.

Her soft, smooth skin was doing something to my mind. My heart started pounding! I could feel the endorphins being released in my brain, giving me pleasure. I wanted to explore her soft body with my hands. She rolled away, facing my sister.

My hand got dropped, but I was craving for more. So I rolled over in her direction, putting my hand from behind. She realized it and held my hand gently, and kept it near her soft belly. I realized I couldn’t move my hand much as she would notice. I hugged her tightly and slept off.

Ma usually wakes up early. She prepares tiffin for the family and leaves for work. She took a week’s leave because the renovation work was going on. The next day she woke up and got fresh, and started doing her chores. She was preparing roti while when I woke up.

I woke up as a different man. I was not only seeing my Ma but also a woman inside her.

“Did you get enough sleep?” Ma questioned me the second time. “]Where is your attention? Are you still sleepy?’

I was lost in her titillating beauty, a stunning view. Ma was sweating from the heat of the stove, preparing roti. I could see a bead of sweat dripping down her neck. Something changed in me last night, I thought.

“Are you listening to me, Sonu!” she looked at me and wiped the sweat off her head with one hand. Ma was looking as beautiful as ever. I came back to my senses.

“Yes, Ma, I did. I still feel a little sleepy, though,” I replied.

“Yeah, go and sleep. I’ll wake you up later. You slept late last night,” she said.

“Thanks, Ma.”

I took the bottle from the fridge and took few sips. I went to pee afterward, and all I could think of was last night. I wanted more! There was this feeling which is real and pleasure full. I was craving it.

I already loved my Ma, but now I was falling for her physical beauty. I wanted to please her and make her happy. With all these thoughts, I went to sleep.

“Wake up, wake up, Sonu. Otherwise, you will be late for morning classes,” Ma tried to wake me up.

It was almost 9.30 am, and my classes would begin at 10. I had to hurry. Ma already filled a bucket of hot water for me. I brushed in haste and went directly into the bathroom. It seems like it was my lucky day after all. Usually, whenever Ma stays at home, we wash clothes after all her chores are done.

After Ma’s shower, she left her used clothes on a hanger inside the bathroom, including her inners. I was so blessed. I had seen her used inners hanging in the bathroom before but never did anything.

Today was different. I picked up her bra. She has a good collection of lingeries. It was a white bra. I smelled it. I went into a trance as soon as I smelled it. It was just perfect.

There was a perfect fusion of talcum powder and morning sweat from the kitchen. Just strong enough to get the blood rushing through the veins of my penis. My heart was pumping with the fragrance of her bra. My hand subconsciously went towards my dick and started stroking it.

It is just beautiful, what a piece of cloth can do to you. Especially if it is being worn by someone whom you love. I started jerking off myself in the fragrance of her bra. Suddenly, the bra slipped from my hands and fell on the wet floor. The bra got soaked in water. The fragrance was almost gone.

I took her panty next. It was drenched in sweat from her thighs and loin area. The pleasant smell of her pussy was left behind in that panty. Her fragrance was fused perfectly with her panty. I took a sniff, and I jerked so hard that I came. I couldn’t control my feelings and emotions.

Fragrance from her pussy was still lingering on my face. I put her panty over my face and took a shower from shoulder and below. I didn’t plan to wash my face for the day. I want the fragrance of her pussy on my face all day long. It was a beautiful experience.

“How long are you going to take? You have a class to attend, Sonu,” she called out.

“I am almost done, Ma,” I replied.

I put her inner back on the hanger how it was earlier and came out. I looked at Ma and thought, I want to fuck her, now! But I controlled my feelings.

“You didn’t wash your face?” Ma noticed.

“Yes, I did, Ma, just not the hairs. It will take time to dry,” I lied.

I quickly got ready and went to classes.

Story to be continued.

This was my first time writing a story on ISS. Any suggestions or feedback is highly appreciated. I plan to write more stories about hot sessions with my mom.

For feedback, suggestions, and queries, or even if you need counseling regarding incest. Feel free to email [email protected].

It is difficult for any woman in Indian society to navigate and explore her sexual desires as she wants. Especially for a young woman like me who lives in Bangalore under the supervision of her strict father. My parents are divorced, and I grew up without any guidance.

But that comes with an advantage. I’ve learned to compromise my moral values because I want to get what I desire. I have suppressed my desires my entire life, compromised on what my body wants and my thirst for newness. Yes. I crave new things. But at the same time, I want to be loved and cared for.

This conflict in my head was controlled as my boyfriend Shankar was extremely lovable and caring. He means the world to me. I couldn’t ask for anyone better in my life. Shankar makes love to me gently. He whispers, “I love you, Veda,” in my ears when he runs through my brown and smooth neck.

His voice made me feel comfortable. When he entered inside my vagina with his beautiful cock, I cried his name out. He caressed my slightly overfat stomach and my big breasts. I loved every bit of it. I was ready to accept and live a life of comfort and care under a man who respects and loves me.

But is that what I really want? How long will the other Veda live a secret life inside me? It didn’t last long. The pandemic has pushed the other side of me out. I speak to myself and argue with my body. But I started losing my morality. It all started with a phone notification.

See, I have a past, a past relationship experience that I cannot forget. Every time I get a notification from him, my heart beats faster. When I am with Shankar, and my WhatsApp shows his name, I take a deep breath and swallow my desire.

John takes what he wants. He controls what he desires. And one of the things that John desired was me. A few years ago, Shankar was my friend and was in love with me. I didn’t reciprocate it at that time. During a house party, he introduced me to this man.

John was dark, tall, and so strong that his mere hands made me wet and craving. Shankar introduced me to John, who came with someone else at that party. He knew John through a mutual friend. When John first looked at me, I could see the desire in him.

He was checking out my dusky skin, constantly staring at my luscious lips. When he talked to me, I could feel the energy of his dick and the blood flowing towards that strong cock. I started shivering. Everyone wanted to take a group photo, and Shankar arranged a group of 15.

John came and stood next to me. He held my waist with his strong hands. I gave out a gasp and a slight moan. I knew he noticed it as his face was so close to me. I could feel his breath on my neck. After the group picture, a few of us started leaving. Shankar was waiting for me as he wanted to drop me.

I was searching for my bag. John came to me, held my neck, and whispered his address to me. He told me to come if I feel like it. He knew he had me. He saw the person inside me who was hungry and suppressing her inner desires. He saw the real Veda.

Shankar was waiting for me in his car. The moment I got in his car, he confessed his love for me and kissed me. I kissed him back. Even though my mind and heart loved Shankar, my body wanted John. I told Shankar I will think about his proposal and want a day. I asked him to drop me somewhere.

I knew the apartment John mentioned. Shankar drove me there. When he asked me whose apartment it was, I said it’s a friend of mine. To this date, I am afraid he’ll someday figure out that it’s John’s house. I went upstairs and rang his doorbell.

He opened the door, and I saw him in his tight t-shirt, holding a cigarette. I walked inside, and he kept quiet. I was in a dilemma. I wanted to live my life with Shankar. But before that, I had to control my body by giving it what it craved. John offered me a cigarette, and I started smoking.

I looked at him through the smoke. He was looking at my body, and I was sweating because his eyes were making me wet. I wanted his body to touch a part of me. We spoke through our eyes. I saw a glass of alcohol on his table. I took it and drank it while smoking.

He held the back of my hair through my neck and started eating my lips. His lips were biting mine instead of kissing. His hands went straight into my jeans. He inserted his hand into my panty and started rubbing me. He squeezed my big brown nipples on my breasts.

He stopped for a second and asked, “I know everything about Shankar. He’s going to make you happy. Are you sure you want this now?”  I was breathing heavily and moaning slightly. I replied, “Yes, John, don’t make me think further, just fuck me as much as you can.”

While he was rubbing me, he asked, “Do you love him?” I replied, “Yes, I do.” He started rubbing my sloppy wet pussy hard as he pushed me against the wall. John said, “Then tell him that, don’t keep him waiting because of me.”  He took out my phone and gave it to me.

I called Shankar and talked to him as John was kissing my neck and playing with my breasts. I controlled my moans and finished the conversation quickly. I told him I was ready to date him. He was happy, and so was I. My heart was happy as it was being satisfied, but so was my body.

My body is experiencing the best sex of my life. John removed my pants as soon as I cut the call. He kept my legs on the table and removed my panty. There was not much foreplay of love-making. He knew what my body wanted. He removed his pants, and I started stroking his big, strong dick.

God, I could stroke it for years and still not get bored. I wanted to suck it so badly, but he didn’t allow me. He pushed it inside my pussy and rammed it for more than 45 mins. I was surprised because no man had ever made my cum with penetration. But he did.

His hands left a mark on my thick brown thighs. His cock made my butt cry with pain as its thrusting made it sore. I left with bite marks on my neck, around my nipples, on my hands, and waist. He held my hair tight when he fucked from behind.

His strong hands controlled my body when he was fucking me from the front. I was crying his name out again and again, “John! Fuck! I wanted this for so long.” After fucking for some time on the table, we moved to the sofa. He held me around my neck and started fucking me faster.

This time he was more ruthless. He didn’t love my body or cared if it was painful, but he destroyed it. Shankar called me back twice, but I couldn’t answer. After that session. I texted him that I’m tired and staying with my friend. John and I had sex that entire night and didn’t sleep.

We got high and finished two packets of cigarettes and a bottle of rum. I wanted to go back to the hostel, but John didn’t let me go. I had to cancel the very first day with the love of my life. But I knew it wouldn’t happen again. With heavy hearts and red, sored ass and breasts, I left John.

Before leaving the door, I went down on my knees again and sucked his massive dick for straight 15 minutes until he came. I cleaned up and went out to see Shankar waiting for me. Ever since that day, I’ve been happy. I never met John after that, even though I rub myself now and then after that.

John and I text each other and remain good friends. It’s been two years since that incident. Now during the lockdown a few days before, I was video calling my boyfriend. I got a text saying, “Hey Veda. Are you still dating Shankar? I want to fuck so badly.”

I looked at my boyfriend on camera and swallowed my saliva, and started heavy breaths. I knew I was getting wet.

I still haven’t done anything regarding John. I would like to know what you guys think about my situation and feedback on my experience. Should I be punished as a cheating girlfriend? Feel free to write to me at [email protected] or text me on hangouts.

Narrated by Shobha

Hello, main Shobha, pichle baar episode 63 mein aap logo ne meri gym wali kartoot dekhi. Gym mein us ladke ke sath achchi chudayi kar main ek naye din ke liye poori taro tazaa ho chuki thi.

Kareeb 12 baje ghar wapas aayi aur tab dekhi to phone mein 3 miscall padi thi. Pehla Rakesh ka aur fir dusre do uske dost Naveen ka. Naveen ko to aap bhule nahi honge.

Rakesh ke baad Naveen ka call aaya iska matlab shayad Rakesh aur Naveen ki kuch baat hui hogi. Pata nahi ab mere pati-dev mere liye kaonsi agli pariksha rakhe the. Ye janne ke liye Naveen ko phone ki.

Naveen: Hi Shobha, kaisi ho?

Main: Theek hun, tum sunao, kafi busy the kal.

Naveen: Are haan, woh main apni girlfriend ke sath tha to tumhara call attend nahi kar paya.

Main: Koi baat nahi, kyu call kiye the?

Naveen: Haan, woh Rakesh phone kiya tha.

Main: Hmm to? Tumne kuch bataya use?

Naveen: Haan wahi jo tumne use batane ko kaha tha uske alawa kuch nahi.

Main: Good boy, aur?

Naveen: Aur usne plan kiya hai ki aaj tum bank ke manager se milogi.

Main hasti hui boli: Ha-ha-ha, bank manager, hmmm, kya naam hai tumhare dusre friend?

Naveen: Tushaar, Tushaar naam hai uska.

Main: Hmm, theek hai is Tushaar ko tumne kuch bataya to nahi?

Naveen: Nahi, kuch nahi bataya. Bharosa rakho.

Main: Hmm, to kaha milna hai use?

Naveen: Hmm woh to poocha nahi. Ek 10-15 minute do main wapas call karta hun poochke.

Main: Hmm theek hai, call karke batao mujhe jaldi.

Iske baad main call kaati aur sochne lagi ki mere pati Rakesh meri loyality test ke peeche kitna bada kaand mujhse karwa rahe hai. Ye soch main uthi aur seedhe nahane chali gayi. Agke 15–20-minute nahakar bahar nikli to Naveen ka miscall tha. Main use wapas call ki.

Naveen: Hello, busy thi kya?

Main: Haan main naha rahi thi, ab bolo.

Naveen: Mmm hmm, kiske ke sath naha rahi thi?

Main: Pani aur sabun ke sath, ha-ha-ha, ab bolo bhi.

Naveen: Haan woh Tushaar bola aaj woh bank manager bann kar tumhare ghar hi ayega.

Main: Ghar, yaha kyu?

Naveen: Suno to.

Main: Hmmm.

Naveen: Ab woh aise to nahi tumhe kahi bhi bula lega na aur yoon hi mill lega. To kuch der pahle Rakesh, Tushaar aur meri conference mein baat hui.

Main: Oh, to Rakesh bhi?

Naveen: Haan, Rakesh ne plan kiya hai ki Tushaar aaj tumhare yaha ayega, pichli baar ke paper sahi nahi hue bolkar.

Main: Hmmm, kab tak ayega woh?

Naveen: Abhi shayad woh tumhare ghar ko nikal gaya hoga. Apne hisaab se tum sambhal lena ab, aur baad mein mujhe batana kya hua.

Main: Ok Naveen, thanks.

Naveen: Are koi baat nahi Shobha, thanks ke badle kuch aur hi de dena.

Main: Ghabrao mat, tum mere liye jo kar rahe ho uski achchi keemat doongi, bye.

Main phone kaat kar sochne lagi ki ye ab aane wala Tushaar kaisa hoga. Nakli bank karya kartao ko nakli bank to mili nahi hogi. Issi liye mere ghar aane ki baat hui hogi. Khair jo bhi hai sab mere pati ki hi to den hai.

Kash ye banda bhi Naveen ke tarah mere isharo pe naachne ko raazi ho jaye. Ye sab soch mein wardrobe kholi aur sochne lagi ki aaj kyu na ek achchi gharelu patni banu. Saari to pehan sakti hun par kafi der lagegi. Ye soch main ek gulabi rang ki suit aur salwaar pehanli, par andar na bra pehni na panty.

Sochi ki us Tushaar ko aaj desi bhabhi ke darshan karaungi. Honto pe gulabi lipstick, mang mein halki sindoor aur maathe pe bindiya lagakar main taiyaar thi. Kareeb 1 baje darwaaze ki ghanti baji.

Samajh gayi ki ye wahi hoga. Aayine mein khud ko tareefo bhari nazar se dekhi aur fir darwaaze ko kholne chal padi. Darwaaza kholte hi samne ek handsome banda khada tha. Height kareeb 5’10 ya 6 feet ke barabar. Naveen se lamba tha.

Mujhe sachme nahi jaanti thi abtak ki Rakesh ke itne handsome dost bhi hai. Jinse usne mujhe abtak milwaya nahi tha aur shayad mujhe bhi dekh uski aankho mein ek alag si chamak daud padi thi.

Main anjaan banti hui poochi: Ji aap kaon?

Woh: Mera naam Tushaar hai, Maxis bank se aaya hun.

Main: Oh ok, kyu?

Tushaar: Woh Mr. Rakesh ka ghar yahi hai na?

Main: Ji haan bilkul. Main unki patni hun.

Tushaar: Oh Namaste, unhone loan ki baat batai hogi na?

Main: Ji haan, aur aapke bank se kal bhi koi aaya tha, naam yaad nahi aa rahi mujhe.

Tushaar: Haan, kal ke paper works mein kuch galtiya rah gayi thi, to main hi aa gaya aapko saari agreements batane ko.

Main: Aap?

Tushaar: Ji main maxis bank ka manager hun. Kyu ki new year ki choutti chalu hai, sare employees chutti par hai to main khud hi aa gaya verification ke liye.

Main: Oh, please andar aaiyiye. Aap mujhe bula lete, main aa jaati bank ko.

Tushaar andar aata hua bola: Aaaa, nahi nahi, koi baat nahi.

Main darwaze ko band karti hui uske peet peeche muskurati hui sochi ki koi bank ho to na bulaye ye mujhe. Fir main use living room ke taraf le jaati hui boli: Please baithiye na.

Tushar: Haan bilkul madam.

Main: Madam bolne ki zarurat nahi hai aapko, waise Shobha naam hai mera, peene ko chai coffee kuch?

Tushaar: Are nahi, thank you.

Main: Aise kaise, kuch to lena hi hoga aapko akhir aap mere liye yaha taka aye jo hai.

Tushaar: Ji…

Main: Mere liye matlab hamare liye, loan ke liye.

Tushaar: Ji haan, woh to mera kaam hai.

Main: Haan to bataiye chai ya coofee?

Main apni honto ko todi thirchi muskaan dekar aage boli: Ya fir kuch aur lenge?

Tushaar: Ji ek cup coffee hi bana dijiye to fir.

Main: Haan theek hai lekin agar aap mujhe ye Ji lagakar bolna band kiye to, ha-ha-ha!

Tushar: Oh sorry, theek hai Shobha hi bolunga.

Fir main kitchen ko chali gayi aur coffee banane lagi. Sochne lagi ki ye banda to apne character mein kafi duba hua hai. Khair achcha hi hai, is khel mein aur bhi maza ayega ab.

5 minute hue aur doodh ubal hi rahi thi jab kitchen ke darwaaze par awaaz aayi: Aapka ghar bohut achcha hai.

Main apne soch-vicharo mein khadi thi. Jab Tushaar ke achanak bolne par mein chaok uthi aur mere haat se chamach neeche gir padi.

Main: Oh aap! Huff, chaoka diya aapne.

Tushaar: Are maaf karna, mujhe awaaz karke aani chahiye thi. Waise aapko bura to nahi laga ki main yaha aa gaya?

Main jhuki aur neeche se chamach uthayi. Aise karne par meri chunari ka pallu ek taraf se neeche sarka aur jab uthi to use mere suit ki gahre kate gale se mere cleavage saaf dikhne lagi.

Main muskurati hui boli: Nahi nahi koi baat nahi.

Tushaar: Woh main bass ghar dekh raha tha ki interior wagayra kaisa hai. Rakesh ji ne housing loan liya haina, renovation ke liye to wahi dekh raha tha.

Tushaar ki nazar bar-bar mere cleavage ke taraf ja rahi thi to main jawaab mein boli: Koi baat nahi, bejhijak dekhiye, jitna mann chaahe dekh lijiye.

Tushaar: Ehh, kya?

Main muskurati hui apni pallu theek kar boli: Ghar, aur kya… ha-ha-ha!

Tushaar: Haan haan, ghar, kafi khoobsurat ghar hai aapka.

Cup mein coffee dalkar use deti hui boli: Thanks, abhi bas loan mil jaye to aur bhi khoobsurat bana denge hum ise.

Jab woh mere haat se cup lene laga to uski ungliya meri ungliyo se sahla gayi. Aur aisa laga woh dheere se cup le raha ho taaki meri mulayam ungliyo ko zyada der chuta rahe.

Tushaar: Waise kisi ne sach hi kaha hai.

Main: Kya?

Tushaar: Ki ghar jitna khoobsurat hota hai utni hi khoobsurat usse sambhalne wali house wife bhi hoti hai.

Main jaan gayi ki woh flirt karna shuru kar diya hai to main sharm bhari muskaan ka natak karti hui boli: Ha-ha-ha, aap bhi na Tushaar.

Tushaar coffee peeta hua bola: Mmmm… waah! Kya coffee hai.

Main: Kyu?

Tushaar: Matlab bohut hi lajawaab.

Main: Kyu aapki wife nahi banati aisi coffee!

Tushaar: Aaa, aapko kaise pata ki main?

Main: Ha-ha-ha, ghabraiye mat, coffee lete waqt aapki baayi haat pe anghuti dekhi maine.

Tushaar shayad ghabra gaya tha ye soch kar ki main uske bare mein kuch jaanti hun. To use chidaati hui aage boli: Ghabraiye nahi main kuch nahi jaanti aapke bare mein.

Tushaar: Are haan, meri anghuti, waise main kyu ghabraun?

Main: Ha-ha-ha kuch nahi, waise kya aapki wife itni achchi coffee nahi banati?

Tushaar: Ji nahi, coffee par uski utni pakad nahi. Aap ki coffee bas 100 main 100 hai.

Main: Ha-ha-ha, thanks… chaliye living mein chalte hai.

Tushaar: Are haan, sorry.

Ye kah kar woh aage aage chala aur main uske peeche, hum living mein jakar baithe aur woh fir poocha: To kitne saal hue aapki shadi ke?

Main: Ji 3 saal hone ko hai.

Tushaar: 3 saal? Sachme?

Main: Ji haan, kyu?

Tushaar: Aapko dekhke lagta hi nahi ki aap 3 saal ki shadi shuda ho.

Main bhawro ko adao ke sath uthati hui poochi: Woh kyu?

Tushaar: Aapko dekh ke sach kahu to lagta hai haal hi mein aapki shadi hui ho.
Main: Ye tareef hai ya?

Tushaar: Bilkul tareef hai, aapko dekh ke to koi ye bhi na kahe ki aapki shadi hui bhi hai.

Main sharmati hui boli: Ha-ha-ha! thanks, waise aapki bhi agar anghuti na dekhti to main kabhi nahi jaan paati ki aapki shadi hui hai.

Tushaar: Haan… woh to hai.

Main: Shayad aapki bhi shaadi jaldi hui hai.

Tushaar: Ji haan, woh maa-baap ke dabaaw ke karan karni padi thi.

Main: Oh, to kya aapki ichcha nahi thi shadi karne ki.

Tushar: Nahi aisa kuch nahi, bank mein job milte hi rishte aane lage to fir kar hi liya.

Main: Ha-ha-ha! Aap to aise kah rahe hai jaise aap ab pachta rahe ho.

Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha! Ab tak to nahi lekin aapko dekhne ke baad shayad thoda sa pachta raha hun ab.

Tushaar baat baat pe flirt wale line maar raha tha aur mujhe isme maza aane lagi. Waise agar ek gair mard tareef aur flirt kare to mujhe kafi pasand bhi hai.

Main: Ha-ha-ha, woh kyu?

Tushaar: Thoda aur intezaar kar leta to shayad aapke jaisi koi mil jati.

Main: Ha-ha-ha! Lagta hai aapko meri coffee sachme lubha gayi.

Tushaar: Haan bilkul Shobha ji, aapki coffee bhi aur aapki baate bhi.

Main: Aur main?

Tushar ispar mere taraf dekhne laga to main poochi: Main! Matlab meri coffee aur baate hi pasand aayi kya? Matlab main utni khaas nahi.

Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha! Are aisa nahi kaha maine. Aap to kafi khoobsurat ho Shobha ji.

Main: Offo, aap na ye ji ji karna band kariye please.

Tushaar: Theek hai to aap bhi mujhe aap kahna band kariye. Woh jab aap mujhe aap kahte ho to mere muh se bhi nikal aati hai.

Main: Ok, Tushaar kahungi tumhe.

Tushaar coffee ki cup table par rakh bola: To fir main bhi Shobha bulaunga.

Iske baad woh apne laaye bag mein se kuch file nikala aur use mere samne kafi gambheerta se padne ka naatak karne laga.

Main: Saare zaruri documents Rakesh ne di hogi na?

Tushaar: Haan di hai na, wahi dekh raha tha.

Main: Kal jo aaya woh fir…

Tushaar: Woh darasal bank mein naya hai, use utna kuch pata nahi. Kal maine paper dekhi to kai jagah jaha aapki sign chahiye waha hai nahi aur jaha nahi chahiye thi waha usne karwaya tha aapse.

Main sochne lagi ki kal to usne mere sath bilkul sahi sahi jagah sign karwaya tha ab ye aur kaha sign karwana chahta hai mujhse. Main aage boli: Oh, mujhe utna pata nahi, usne jaha bola maine sign kar di.

Tushaar: Ye to galat baat hai Shobha, kabhi bhi kisi document par bina padhe sign nahi karni chahiye.

Main: Haan par…

Tushaar: Koi chinta mat karo ab main aa gaya hun na, ek hi baar saari jagah par aapke sign mein le lunga.

Main sochne lagi ki aaj ab iske sath bhi kal ke tarah dubara sign karni padegi, waise isme mujhe koi eitraaz nahi thi.

Main: Achcha hua aaj tum hi aa gaye.

Tushaar: Haan.

Main: Waise bhi mein akeli bore ho rahi thi.

To be continued.

The pervert guy looked outside and began to carefully examine the two people standing close to each other near the bushes. Luckily, there was no light falling on them, otherwise my manipulation tactics wouldn’t have worked!

Pervert guy: What is your husband doing with my wife?! I don’t know why she had to pick that spot to chat with a stranger…Fuck you, I am leaving…

Me: Then my husband will choose another day to seduce your wife. You won’t be with her always, you know… (I replied looking straight into his eyes).

The pervert guy turned back to me again and grabbed his hair in frustration. He kept looking out of the window and then to me. At that moment, the man and the woman outside started walking further into the golf course. Before disappearing in the dark, I could see that the man had his hand on the woman’s ass.

The pervert guy got scared and he started leaving the place. My words did not affect him, so I had to improvise.

Me: Do you know what would happen if I started screaming for help?

He stopped at once, returned and grabbed my feet. I had got that perverted guy by his balls and now I wanted to enjoy more. He was begging me to ask my husband to come outside.

Me: But he didn’t force your wife to go with him, did he? I mean, you too saw how she allowed him to put his hand on her ass. It’s slow seduction before penetration…

The pervert guy once again grabbed my legs and started with his crying rants. “Please… please tell him to leave her. I’m begging you…”

Me: What a bloody hypocrite! You don’t see anything wrong in flirting with someone else’s wife, but when your bitch falls for a cock, then you find it wrong? I’ll tell him to fuck her in the ass…

The pervert guy stood up and bowed his hands to me. He was no longer sobbing and looking desperate. That happened when I took out my phone to see how my husband (sleeping in the suite) was doing.

Pervert guy: I am sorry for behaving like a pig, Madam. Please kick me if you want, punch me, do anything that you want, but please tell your husband to leave my wife.

Me: Alright, I’ll see what I can do. It seems like they haven’t started making love to each other yet. They’re having a conversation over a drink… (This had slipped out mistakenly from my mouth).

Pervert guy: In the bushes? I don’t get it.

Me: You are all talk and no action, you fucking moron. My husband wasn’t looking for some cheap hooker who would spread her cunt for him. There’s a place in that golf course where people carry out their business discreetly. Or do you want my husband to pound her pussy right away?

The pervert guy tried to stop me by grabbing my phone. But I slapped him hard on the cheeks and told him to behave. I was quite nervous over how he would react, but to my surprise, I was commanding the situation. It felt good, but I wanted to sexually exploit the man rather than humiliate him.

Me: Your wife seems to be enjoying dirty chats with my husband. I think he is preparing her for the full course.

The pervert guy begged me to stop my husband, but he didn’t dare to touch me or even come forward. I wanted to play with his big juicy cock again, so I told him my plan.

Me: Look asshole, if you don’t want your wife to suck my husband’s cock, then you must satisfy me. Obey me, treat me as your mistress, and then I’ll tell my husband to leave that bitch alone.

The pervert guy agreed to do whatever I told him to. I asked him to get naked. Once he stood naked in front of me, I tight his hands back with his belt firmly.

I grabbed his cold balls and began to seduce him with some dirty talks. His cock reacted immediately to my touch and began to grow in size.

Me: You know, my husband tells me that your wife is learning some golf shots from him. He is teaching her the correct position. But he says that she grinds her ass too much when he presses it against his cock.

The pervert guy’s cock had become hard by now. I was stroking it slowly just to prevent it from ejaculating. But I wanted to suck, so I decided to go for the next move.

I removed my clothes and stood in front of him in my bra and thongs. While I was adjusting my lehenga, he stepped forward at the right time to touch his cock against my ass cheeks as I leaned forward. Even though I liked the heat of his cock on my ass, I wanted him to stay within his limits.

Me: Enjoyed it? Now take this… (I slapped his erect cock to which he gave a sharp cry). Since you have taken a liberty, I’ll tell my husband to play nude golf over there.

The pervert guy begged me, but I grabbed his cock and diverted his mind. He was staring at my big boobs with desirous intent. I hugged him tightly and pressed his ass cheeks hard so that his erect penis slipped inside the tiny gap between my thighs. He rested his head on my shoulder and his lips were rubbing against my neck.

It felt so good, but I wanted only I to enjoy the moment. I grabbed his leg and with a sudden jolt turned him upside down. He was heavier than me, so I pressed him against the wall to get a better grip.

Me: While I’m playing with your cock, see if you can reach my pussy. You may fail to have fun, but my husband and I aren’t going to miss out on our prey.

I shoved the entire length of his big cock in my mouth and then began to move my lips on it. After coating it with my spit, I began to spread it evenly and slurped hard on the head to give him a pleasurable moment.

While I was enjoying the taste of his cock, the bastard had found a comfortable position from where he was stimulating my pussy. He first pulled the thong on one side and revealed my clean shaved pussy.

After licking it for some time, he started to tongue fuck my pussy. Even he felt my legs shivering with sexual excitement, so I had to get him under control. I slapped his balls and told him only to lick.

Me: Just lick it! Lick it like a dog, understood? What’s this? New message… Your wife is enjoying the pussy fingering session at the moment. My husband says that she is dripping like a bitch.

Me: Alright then, keep fucking my asshole with your tongue. Keep telling me how much you like it, show me that this is the juiciest ass you have sucked so far. Did you get all that? you fucking dog!

The pervert guy kept tongue-fucking my asshole with his tongue. He must have been dehydrated because I wasn’t feeling any sloppiness in his movements. Also, I wanted to take a piss when he approached me with his rude talk.

I got up and turned towards him. His face brightened up as I showed him my pussy. I took it near him so that he could lick it properly that time. While he was licking my pussy with his dried-up tongue, I pushed a gushing stream of hot water out.

He coughed out a few drops which had gone inside his mouth. Then, he closed his eyes and kept his face on the falling stream from my pussy.

Pervert guy: Yes, it feels so good, my mistress. My tongue was craving for liquid and this golden shower is all that it needed. Do it all on my face, my lovely mistress.

Me: Now, you are behaving yourself. I like that! Keep it up and soon, you and your wife will be free. By the way, did I tell you that my husband is having standing sex with your wife at the moment?

His face became serious but then finding himself in such a position, there wasn’t anything else he could have done either. I too decided to hurry up before the gig was revealed.

After a hydrating golden piss shower, I made the pervert guy stand up and told him his next mission. I made him lean against the wall and stood in front of him. The guy was eager to push his cock inside my pussy, but I held it in my hand. I started stroking it and then finally shoved his wet cock inside my slimy vagina.

His hands were still tied up, so he couldn’t have got all the fun.

On the other hand, I grabbed him and pressed his piss covered chest tightly against my naked breasts. He had a tight waistline and I felt its strength as he began to pump his penis inside my pussy. I lifted my leg and was thoroughly enjoying his big cock penetration.

While I was taking the heat off his cock, I saw his wife and the man with whom she had entered the golf course from the bushes come out. She adjusted her panty and lowered her dress after coming out of the bushes. The man was surely not my husband, but she did make out with him in the dark!

They left in different directions, and I could see the woman walking with a typical restlessness in her stance. Her legs were spread a bit more than usual but there was pride in her movements. As soon as she disappeared, I turned the pervert man towards the window and took the support of the wall.

I grabbed his ass cheeks hard because his penetrating movements was becoming harder. There was a temptation to kiss him and moan loudly in excitement, but I held it in.

Me: Even your wife is getting pumped harder there by my husband…Oh! Did that excite you? Then, push it deep, deeper you bastard. Your wife is begging my husband to stop fucking her harder. She doesn’t want her pussy to swell because of all the excitement…

As I kept talking, he got aroused and excited more. Since he couldn’t grab onto me, he put his entire weight on my body while fucking my pussy in a standing position.

After a few minutes, I stood near the window showing him my big ass. He positioned himself behind me and was struggling to find the hole. I then held his penis and inserted it in my pussy.

Me: Do it harder, you pathetic coward! If you don’t fuck me well, then I’ll tell my husband to fuck your wife tomorrow with his friends. Do it! Faster… harder…

The pervert guy was striking his waist hard against my ass cheeks. I had to grab my own breasts and play with them to express my delight over the rough pounding.

Me: My husband is humping your wife on his cock. He tells me that she is moaning like a slut and screaming for more! I doubt whether she will let you fuck tonight. Keep doing it, c’mon!

The pervert guy kept pounding my pussy harder for quite some time. When I noticed him slowing down more than usual, I pulled out his cock and began to stroke it.

Me: Do you like that? Huh? Do you feel like a man now? Remember, while you enjoyed my pussy, your wife too got fucked like a bitch. My husband moved his hands all over her body, but you didn’t even get to touch me. Don’t check out on other people’s wife or else next time your wife might enjoy gangbang sex!

After a few hard strokes, the pervert guy ejaculated thick loads of cum on my hand. I then wiped it clean using his handkerchief.

First, I got dressed and all the while he was staring at my body. I thought it was his perversion, but then I realised that he was scared that I might leave him there naked and with his hands tight.

I untied him and left him there to suffer through the humiliation. After stepping out, I took a deep breath in the fresh air and felt like a changed personality. That was the day, I came to know that there was a dominatrix inside me – a naughty predator hunting for mischievous cocks!

So, any naughty, mischievous cock out there which wants to have a steamy hot sex chat and makes my dominating pussy wet, click here and call me.  Don’t worry, I can please you back in any way you wish! 😉

Indru tamil kama kathaiyil en kanavan udan oothu oothu salipu adainthu ilamaiyaana kanavan akka paiyanai eppadi sex seiya vaithen enbathai intha kama kathaiyil ungal idam pagirugiren. En peyar Manju, vayathu 35 aagugirathu, enaku thirumanam aagi iru pasangal irukiraargal.

Naan thirumanathirku munbu sila aangal udan sex seithu irukiren aanal thirumana mundintha piragu naan yaaraiyum oothathu kidaiyathu.

Naan Chennaiyil irunthu oru gramathirku vaaku patu sendren, naan angu sendrathum ennal veru aangal udan pesi pazhaga mudiya vilai. Ingu pazhaginaal kandipaaga maatikoluven endru naan yaaraiyume paarkamal irunthen.

Naan thirumanam seithukonda kanvar padikavilai aanal naan mtech varai padithu irukiren, naan paarka karupaaga irupen athanaal ennai niraiya aangal thirumanathirku otrukola vilai en kanavar ennai virumbinaar. Avaruku thirumanam aagum pozhuthu vayathu 35 aagiyathu, enaku vayathu 28 aagi irunthathu.

Enaku 28 vayathu varai yarum ennai thirumanam seithukola vilai athanaal naanum kanavar padikatha nilaiyil irunthaalum parava ilai avar idam sothu irukirathu endru thirumanam seithukonden. Naan thirumanam seithukondathaal avar ennai nandraaga thaan paarthukondaar aanal ena irunthaalum en manathil paditha oru aan udan sex vaithukola vendum endru ninaithu irunthen.

Intha mana nilai niraiya pengaluku varum thanai vida kanavar oru padi mel irunthaal thaan avargal manathirku avarai pidithu irukum. Ilai endraal pengal manam veru aangalai thaan virumbum, aanal ennal ingu yaraiyum kala kathalargalaaga vaithukola mudiyaathu en endraal ingu naan apadi vaithukondaal maatikolven.

Kala kathal vaithu maatikolvathai vida kala kathal vaikamal irupathu thaan buthisaali thanam endru ninaithu athai seiyamale irunthen. Aanal en kanavan padika vilai endralum nandraaga ennai oopar en kuthiyil thirumanam aagiya puthusil niraiya murai thinamum vinthu vara vaithu irukiraar. En kuthiyil vinthu varamal avar sunniyil irunthu vinthu vara vaika matar.

Aanal naangal oral sex vaithukola matom naan en manaivigal athigam oral sex seiya matargal. Ipadi irukum nilaiyil thaan en kanavain akka paiyan veetirku vanthu irunthaan, avan veetirku varum pozhuthu naan irandavathu kuzhanthai petru irunthen. Ippozhuthu naan paarka sexyaaga irunthen, en iru mulaiyum perithaaga irunthathu.

Antha perithaaga iruntha mulaiyil muzhuvathu paal thaan irunthathu, avanai naan paarthathu en kama unvarvugal ennai thungiyathu. Naan vendum endre avan arugil sendru en mulaiyaal avanai idithen, ipadi nadakum pozhuthu avan konjam thali nindraan athanaal naan avanuku en meethu virupam ilai endru thali nindru viten.

Pinbu sila varudam sendrathu, ippozhuthu naan konjam slim aagi viten kudumba katupadum seithu viten. Ipozhuthu yar ennai oothu kanjai pundaikul irakinaalum enaku garmbam aagathu athanaal naan engu vendumanalum sendru en manathirku pidithavarudan sex seithukolalam. Intha ninaipil irukum pozhuthu kanavar akka paiyan veetirku vanthu irunthaan.

Avan munbu paarthathai vida ippozhuthu sexyaaga irukiraan, avan paarkave semayaga irunthaan. En idam nandraaga sirithu pesinaan, naan oru naal bedroomil irunthen ennai parka ulle vanthaan naan avan vanthathum okaru da endru solinen. Avan udane en thudai urasum padi nerukamaaga amarnthu vitan.

Naan ithai konjam kuda ethir paarka vilai naan munbu ivanai ooka muyarchi seithen aanal ivan  athai niyabagam vaithukondu ippozhuthu enai sex seiya muyarchi seigiraane endru viyanthu poi paarthen. Naanum avauku nandraaga company koduthu pesinen, avan en meethu thudai vaithu urasikonde irunthaan.

Enaku moodu vara aarambithathu, aanal veetil kanavar motai madiyil thaan irukiraar avar entha neram vendumanalum keezhe vanthu vidalam. Ena seivathu endru theriya vilai, pesikonde irukum pozhuthu en kanavar naan ninaithathu polave vanthu vitar. Udane akka paiyan Ramesh thali amarnthu vitan, sila nodiyil mama endru pesikonde bed room vitu veliye sendraan.

Avan ezhunthukolum pozhuthu avan sunni viraithu irupathai naan paarthen, aanal epadiyo en kanavarai avan samalithu vitan. Pinbu naanum veliyil sendru avan udan pesamal veru ethaiyo pesi divert seithu irunthen. En kanavar idam oru velai soli konjam thuramaaga anapi vaithu viten, ippozhuthu naanum Ramesh matum thaan irunthom.

Naan iru da unaku coffee potu eduthu varen endru soli coffee poda aarambithen, Ramesh mama enge selgiraar endru ketan? Naan avar oru velaiyaaga selgiraar thirumba varuvatharku oru mani neram aagum endru solinen. Ithai soliyathum avan kitchenkul vanthaan, en arugil vanthu porumaiyaaga avan sunniyaal en soothil vaithu urasinaan.

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa ilamaiyaana sunni niraiya naatkaluku piragu en meethu urasugirathu athum enaku piditha oru idathil urasugirathu. Pengaluku aanga avargalin sunniyai soothil vaithu theithaal thaan athigam pidikum. Avan urasum pozhuthu naan aadamal asaiyaamal apadiye soothai kanbithu nindren. En soothu saree aninthu irunthaal nandraaga theriyum.

Athil Ramesh poolal urasi enaku moodu eatrinaan, pinbu en idupil kai vaithu pidithaan. Naan udane thirumbi avan kangalai paarthen, kangalai paarkum pozhuthu avan en ithazhai paarthaan. Porumaiyaaga en arugil vanthu ithazhil kiss seithu sappa aarambithaan. Haaaaaaaaaaaaa ilamaiyaana ithazhagal en ithazh meethu patathu.

Naanum avanai kati pidithu ithazhil kiss seiya aarambithen, haaaaaaaaaaaaa inbamaaga irunthathu. Kiss seithu sappikonde irunthen, en iru soothu meethu kai vaithu thadavikonde ennai kiss seithaan.

En kanavar ithu pola endrum en soothil kai vaithathe kidaiyathu. Ivan padithu irupathaal ivan ithu pola sexyaaga soothil kai vaithal pengaluku pidikum endru ipadi ellam seigiraan.

Kiss seithukonde en sareeyai mele thukinaan, en pudavaiyum mele vanthathu, en pundai theriyum varai pavadaiyai thukinaan. Kiss seithikonde avan sunniyai veliyil eduthu neraga en kuthiyil vaithu irakinaan. Avan sunni en kanavan sunni alavu thaan irunthathu aanal nandraaga virapu thanmai athigamaaga irunthathu.

Athan soothu en kuthi soodai athigarithu enaku athiga moodai koduthathu, Ramesh ennai nandraaga ooka aarambithaan. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa endru naan munarinen, naanum avanai kati pidithukonden. Neenda naal kazhithu ilam aanai oopathu unmaiyile oru thani vithamana oru sugam thaan.

En kanavar ivalavu sexyaaga ennai ooka matar, aanal intha ilamaiyaana ratham ennaku athiga sugathai koduthathu.

Naan kangalai moodi okum sugathai enjoy seithen. Ipadi irukum pozhuthu enaku call vanthathu, naan poolai kuda veliyil edukamal arugil iruntha mobile eduthu pesinen. En kanavar koliyil thengai virukum nabar irukiraar konjam nee Ramesh kutukondu udane angu sendru avargai paarthu rate pesi anapu endru solinaar.

Naangal irupathu oru gramathil en kanavaruku sonthamaaga koli irukirathu antha kolliyil thengai etrumathi nadanthukondu irunthathu. En kanavarai naan oru velaiyaaga anapi vaithu viten, athanaal ippozhuthu oopathai niruthi vitu angu sendre aaga vendum endra katayam ear patathu.

Naan Ramesh poolai pidithu veliyil eduthu vitu vaa namaku konjam velai irukirathu koli varai selalam endru solinen.

Ramesh udane avan chelathai pantkul vitu kondu en udan vara aarambithaan, naan avanai mulaiyaal urakionde sendren.

Pinbu koliku sendru angu irukum kanaku vazhakai mudithu anaivaraiyum anapinen, ippozhuthu naanum Ramesh matum thaan irunthom. Ivargal ellam kilambi vitargal endru en kanavaruku sola vilai en endraal appozhuthu thaane naan Ramesh udan koliyil jollyaga ooka mudiyum.

Veetil oothal yar eppozhuthu varuvaargal endru sola mudiyaathu, athanaal koliyil oothal yarukume theriyamal nimathiyaaga ookalam endru ninaithu avanai oru thanimaiyaana idathirku azhaithu sendren.

Thodarum.

Hi, all Indian sex story readers. This is Madhan here with a story of a newlywed housewife. First of all, thanks a lot to all ISS readers for your many likes and valuable feedback for my stories. I am a story writer with many stories published.

About Me: I am a Madhan of 28 years of age, 6″ tall, south Indian complexion, broad shoulder, and a normal body with skills of tasting a body erotically. I belong to one of the cleanest cities in India, Mysuru, but currently working in Bangalore (which has all varieties of chicks/aunties).

Horny unsatisfied housewives, sexy young baby dolls, and wanna have fun ladies (Bengaluru) can reach me on my Hangout and mail [email protected]. Total anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed. Telegram @msarsstr.

The story will be narrated in the words of the housewife Sindhu.

Coming to the story, I am basically from Kerala. I married Praveen, who was from Bengaluru, and it was an arranged marriage. I had completed my degree in Commerce.

I moved to my in-law house at Jayanagar, Bengaluru, after marriage. I had a great start to my married life with a lovely husband and in-laws. Praveen was a very smart-looking guy and was working in Saudi. He had taken 3 months of leave from work for marriage.

After marriage, Praveen and I enjoyed two weeks of honeymoon in Bali. I was a cute innocent girl and a virgin. Praveen was a sweetheart who took utmost care of me in this new city Bengaluru.

We had sex almost every day. The very first time when Praveen came onto me, I was scared after seeing the hymen blood. The second time I started enjoying the sex. Praveen went 5 rounds with erection gaps filled by foreplay.

I quite enjoyed sex and started thinking of many boys dying to have sex with me during my college days. Few guys have messaged me even after marriage, directly texting to want to have sex with me. I had blocked them all without a second thought.

Praveen was a horny guy who banged me in many different positions and many different wildest sexual practices. Before leaving for Saudi, he promised to take me to Saudi after a few months.

I continued taking care of in-laws. There was hardly much work with maids taking care of the majority of household chores. I started keeping myself busy with games and web series.

I started badly missing the wild sexual stuff Praveen has shown me. I sometimes thought of messaging the boys who had proposed to me during my college days. But I never dared to cheat my loving husband.

I controlled my sexual hunger and was satisfied by hot video calls with Praveen. As days passed, I felt that Praveen’s interest in me dwindled, and he started to get busy. I started watching porn and self-pleasured myself.

One day I came across ISS and read a sex story. I loved the eroticism in reading compared to direct porn. The way they build up the story made me horny. I got addicted to sex stories, reading new stories daily, and masturbating.

My in-laws had to go to their daughter’s house in Kerala. I could not accompany them because they were going to resolve a family issue. I was left alone in Bangalore.

I came across this story from Madhan. My empty head was provoked, and I messaged Madhan on telegram. We chatted for two days. I kind of believed him in privacy and anonymity because of his experience. His formula of fun with no strings and emotional connection was great.

He even told me how deftly he managed another string where the deal was no chatting on personal WhatsApp. Not to be friends on social media, and speak once 15 days or a month on agreed-upon mutual consent.

I felt the formula was very apt to satisfy my sexual depravity. On the third day, we decided to meet. I shared the location of the nearby bus stand, which was around 200 meters from my home. I was waiting for Madhan at the bus stand at 7 in the evening.

Heavy rain started pouring. Madhan reached the bus stand in a cab. The bus stand was desolated, with only another aged lady sitting on the wooden seat. He walked into the bus stand shelter and stood next to me. I had informed him before not to speak anything.

The heavy chilling wind, pouring rain, and a handsome 6 ft tall Madhan standing a foot away from me swept me to the heavens. I had my excitement escalate, and my body was quivering.

The moment Madhan’s razor-sharp eyes met mine, my stomach flipped with butterflies flying. I could not wait any longer. I started walking briskly to my home in the pouring rain.

Madhan followed me a few steps behind. I kept looking back to ensure he is following. I reached home and opened the front gate. I left the gate open for him to enter. The street we stayed in was silent, with all the residents locked inside the home.

I unlocked the main door and turned to find Madhan waiting few feet away from the open gate. I gave a mischievous smile and walked inside the home. I waited on the steps of my duplex house leading to the first floor. The moment Madhan entered the gate, I started to climb the steps slowly.

He looked all around and walked into the house. I signaled him to close the main door, which he did. I walked to the master bedroom and stood. I was wildly excited and was breathing heavily.

I was wearing a transparent saree, and I was completely drenched from the rain. I was feeling too shy and stood facing back to the entrance of the room. The mat of the bedroom became wet from the water dripping from my body.

I could hear the echo of the footsteps of Madhan walking towards me. He stood right behind me, and I felt breathless. The scene was very quiet with only our heavy breaths. Madhan’s cold hand brushed from my palm to shoulder.

The moment his hand touched my skin, I had goosebumps, and my body hairs erected instantly. There was a mirror in front of me. He locked his eyes onto mine through the mirror. I saw that he was drenched fully, and his eyes scanned me from head to toe.

He then closed his eyes, signaling me that he can’t wait. He pushed my hair to the front. He daringly ran his finger over the bare back of the deeply tear-cut blouse with a single string knot. A shiver ran through my body. I closed my eyes and waited for him to continue his tease.

I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. His lips just grazed, giving a peck of kiss just below the top string of the blouse. I uttered ‘Ahhh’ unstoppably the moment his soft lips touched my back. He then waited for a few seconds with no action.

He then moved his strong warm hand over my wet tummy and pulled my body onto his body. He pulled my tummy till my sticky wet back was forced onto his wet pants. My ass could feel his huge erection in his pants which he adjusted between my ass balls.

He started slowly started kissing my back. He then wildly kissed all of my back. I started to moan with huge ‘Ahhs.’ I pushed my ass further on his thick dick. His hands moved from the tummy to the inside of my saree. I was wet the moment his lips grazed my back.

He pushed his hand inside my saree and was reaching for my panty. He pushed his hand inside my panty and reached for the pussy hole. He pushed the saree on the shoulder to the floor and continued sucking my shoulders. His hand rubbed on the wet pussy lips and pushed my ass further deep into his hard shaft.

He undid the single thread of the blouse with the other hand. His hands continued caressing my pussy. I was moaning louder now. I could see myself in the mirror with the hands of Madhan inside my panty.

He pulled out his hand from my panty, which was soaked with my cum. He swung me to face him and took his cum filled finger in his mouth, gazing right into my eyes. My boobs and nipples were pushing through the tight wet cream-colored blouse.

He then pushed me to the nearest wall. His lips came close to me. His fingers ran into my wet hair and his breath just over my face. I closed my eyes, his lips touched mine, and he was waiting. I could not control it and started sucking his lips wildly.

I forced my tongue inside his mouth, which he sucked wildly. His hands are clasped against my hands. We were kissing each other for a very long. He then moved to kiss my neck then moved towards the low-cut cleavage, nibbling the visible skin of milky white boobs.

He made me stand with my hands lifted and started sucking underarms over the blouse. My husband never did this. I was moaning louder. I had mixed feeling ‘to push him away and to push him to suck my pussy’. I was moaning much louder.

He then moved his lips to my tummy and sucked all around the tummy with his hands holding my hips firm. He hugged me with his face pushing on the soft, slim tummy. He then sucked and played with my belly button.

I was had reached the climax and felt that I was about to cum. I shouted and cum inside the panty. This was too fast.

Guys, a lengthy story is boring to read. I would love to see comments and feedback to continue removing her saree and putting my tongue between the pussy lips. Thank you, all ISS readers for reading my story about the newlywed Sindhu.

Hi all. ‘My husband made me do it!’ is a real-life experience of one of my old readers. I have previously written a personal experience of mine. Because of it, I’m lucky enough to come across quite a few interesting people. The reader I’m talking about is one such person.

Let me first introduce her to you all. Yes, it’s a lady. After reading my previous story, she was kind enough to give me feedback. She also expressed her interest in sharing her real-life experience and requested if I can write and submit her story on ISS. I, of course, agreed to it.

From here on, the story will be from her point of view. Also, note that I’m only in charge of writing and editing, every detail of the story is her own experience, and I didn’t take any liberty to modify or change it.

First, let me introduce myself: My name is Anusha. I’m 27 years old IT professional working in Bangalore. I’m 5.4′ tall, slim, fair with black hair and brown eyes. I’m endowed with 34C-28-36.

I am married to a wonderful man, and life has been nothing but perfect for us. He’s understanding, funny, caring, and kind. Oh, have I mentioned that he’s an absolute hottie? He’s 6.1′, well-toned. I mean, what else can a girl ask for, right?

My husband has always been an open-minded and non-judgemental guy, so we share everything. So after a couple of months of our marriage, he asked me if I had been with any guy. My life has been quite dull before my marriage.

Although I had few crushes in my college days, it never went beyond that. So my answer to his question was an obvious no. As most of you must have guessed, there is always a ‘but’ in these situations.

I have one such ‘but’ it’s a secret that I’ve never shared with anyone. Our bond has only grown stronger as our new life progressed.

So one day, I have decided to confess my secret to him.

I told Prabhu (my husband) that I kissed a guy and a little more than that. Also, he’s my brother, Anirudh (cousin brother). He was shocked to hear this. I was sweating and shaking a little bit, afraid that he’d judge me and push me away.

Being the sweetheart that he is, he understood my circumstances and didn’t judge me because of my past. I fell in love even more so after this. I felt even closer to him, and our sex life had become much wilder as a result.

I’m not sure if it’s because of the confession or that I don’t have to feel guilty anymore, but I couldn’t care less. We were having the best time of our life. Sex was only getting better.

My husband is much more imaginative and kinky between the two of us. In these few years, I’ve realized that I enjoy being a sub to Prabhu, and likewise, he relishes the control he has over me. I’m always happy to oblige to his whims.

In 2020 lockdown started. We are both into IT, so it’s all about work from home. Our sexual drive increased as we fucked almost every day. It was all fun at first. But eventually, it started becoming a little boring for both of us.

So one day, Prabhu suggested role-plays. It started with us playing roles such as ex-girlfriend and boyfriend, neighbors, teacher-student. As days go by, things have begun to get a lot kinkier.

We started exploring new role-plays, such as me being the maid and Prabhu as the house owner. I started to enjoy pleasing him and making him crave for me. Every foreplay was different.

So one day, he asked me to pick roles. I thought about it for a couple of minutes. I requested if he can play the role of a young college student, and I’m the neighbor married lady. He was surprised at first, but he got excited as it was one of his fantasies when he was younger.

Oh boy, it was one of the best role plays we have ever done. Prabhu fucked me till I got my knees shaking and love bites all over my boobs and neck. Just as role-plays turned into our new normal, something new happened. It was something I never imagined.

I have work-related calls almost every day in the morning. Although I don’t always lead the meetings, I have to pay attention to it to keep up with the project status.

One day while I was attending a call, Prabhu walked over to me and started kissing my neck. I suddenly gave a low shriek. Thank god that the mic was off at that time.

He didn’t stop because of my sudden cry. He continued kissing my neck as I tried to push him away but failing miserably. I eventually let him do whatever he wanted. Prabhu walked behind my back. As I sat on my work chair, he put his hands on my shoulders and massaging gently. It relaxed me.

As I was enjoying his gentle massage, I felt his hands move down slowly into my tee. He started pressing my boobs over my bra at the same time he started kissing my neck. It was very arousing for me. I involuntarily closed my eyes and leaned back on the chair while he worked his magic on me.

A couple of minutes into it, his hands are in my bra, kneading my boobs. And his lips moving between my neck and my ears. Involuntarily I spread my legs, one hand playing with his hair and my other hand on my pussy. I started touching myself over my shorts.

Noticing my actions, my husband pushed down my tee and pulled out both of my boobs. He started pinching my right nipple while squeezing the other. By this point, I’m super wet down south. I slid my hand inside my shorts, touching myself.

For a moment, I forgot I was on a call, and by the time I realized it, we both were deep into the act. A weird feeling hit me at that moment. I’m on a call with more than 5 people. They are oblivious to the fact that I’m half-naked with my tits out and my hand on my pussy. My husband is kissing me right from behind.

It was a weird feeling, but I somehow seem affected, making me even more turned on. I started rubbing my pussy faster. Noticing this, my husband pulled the chair back a little, moved in front of me. He went down on his knees and started sucking my boobs.

All this time, Prabhu never tried to touch my pussy as if he agreed to let me play by myself while he took care of the upper half of my body. It was such a stimulating zone. Too many things are happening. Yet, I didn’t feel anything disharmonious. I felt this is new and stimulating.

In no time, I was on the verge of orgasm. At this moment, my husband held both of my boobs and squeezed them hard. His lips on my neck, switching between kissing and biting. I couldn’t stop myself from letting out a moan while I orgasmed heavily.

Before I ruminate over this new experience, I heard my name being called. My husband likewise heard it too. He kissed me and whispered how hot that was before walking away. I was in complete agreement with that. It was too hot.

After that incident, I began craving this kind of stimuli. I wanted revenge on my husband for putting me in that situation. So one day, he was on a call with his manager. I walked to him, signaled him to stand up. He was uncertain of my motives but eventually did as I requested.

In the next moment, I was on my knees, pulling out his dick. When I looked up, I saw Prabhu with his mouth agape and his eyes wide. I was satisfied with his reaction. Not taking my eyes away from his, I started sucking his dick.

Probably because of my actions, he got hard quickly. I can feel it in my mouth, his dick growing harder by the second. Prabhu moved one of his hands on my hair and pushed me to take his dick deeper into my mouth. It reached the point of him fucking my mouth.

He was only using sounds to agree with his manager on call. He was handling it much better than I did. If it wasn’t because my call was on mute, most of my colleagues must have already understood what I was doing. I wanted to embarrass him, so I pulled my boobs out while still sucking his dick.

I started playing with my boobs, squeezing them, pinching my nipples while at the same time being mouth fucked by my husband. He couldn’t take it anymore of my provocations. He pulled his dick out from my mouth with a low grunt. He cum on my face.

I never let him cum on my face. I was surprised by how much I’ve changed in the few days of lockdown. Never in my dreams would I have imagined myself like this.

“I never thought you’d become this slutty,” Prabhu said after he cut the call.

I looked straight into his eyes, my thoughts a mess. We never used dirty talk during sex as I felt it was degrading. Prabhu also never insisted on it not to hurt me. But now, when he used the word slutty it somehow didn’t make me feel upset. On the contrary, it turned me on.

Have I really become like a slut? Thinking back to all the things we did during the lockdown made me confirm it. Suddenly a smile bloomed on my face.

Looking at Prabhu, I said with a teasing voice: “Yes, I’m pretty surprised by myself. Well, I guess I really am a slut. YOUR SLUT.”

Prabhu was taken aback for a second before smiling and help me stand up, cleaned my lips off of his cum, and gave me a deep kiss.

“You are MY SLUT.” he said while he spanked my ass.

After these recent incidents, I realized how much I love this man. I am willing to do anything to make him happy. I also came to a new realization that I love teasing him and make him crave for me.

Thank you guys for taking your time and reading this far.  Please send me feedback to [email protected]. I would love to know if I can make it better for you guys.

I wanted to have a better understanding of how you guys would like it. Should I continue at this pace with more story building and more details or, should I fasten it up? I’ll publish the next part of the story according to the feedback. Thank you again for taking your time and reading.