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I went to the hall preparing a list of things I needed to buy for her including toiletries. I went to my bedroom and said “I am going out for some shopping and I will lock the door and you take rest”.

I went to the medical store and bought a pack of sanitary pads and a box of KS honeymoon special condoms. Then went to the supermarket and bought the toiletries, etc.

I went to the local garment store, and I asked the man at the counter, “I need to buy some clothes for a woman.” He asked, “Do you know her sizes?” I went blank, asking what he meant.

I said, “I want to buy bras and panties and some nighties. Etc.” He looked at my face and smiled, asking me, “Is this your first time.” I said, “Yes,” I showed him the sanitary pads. He said he had panties, which should be enough for this purpose.

He suggested I buy 7 of them because sometimes full cycles can last 7 days. I asked what he meant. He took me inside to the underwear section and showed me lacy underwear, mostly fancy for special occasions like honeymoon, etc.

He showed me many different types of bras. He said to buy the correct type, I need to get her measurements. I asked, “Can you show me what measurements I need to take and if I could borrow your measuring tape. I will be back in 1 hour with the measurements to buy the rest of the clothes.”

Then I saw one of his saleswomen in the store who was nearly like Uma except for her height. I told him about it. He called her and asked me to take a closer look to be sure. I said, “I may not be very accurate, but I am 90% sure.” He told her something.

She went to the bra section, brought 4 different size bras, and introduced herself as Mary. She asked, “Are you buying all these for someone important,” I said, “Yes, very special.” She was happy to hear. I said, “The lady I am buying all these for has never before worn any underwear.”

While talking, I slipped a 2000 note in her hands. Mary looked at me, very surprised. I said, “Keep it because this is my first time. I am going to need a lot of your help, even the unusual kinds.”

Mary understood and said, “I will help you as much as I can, but don’t tell anything to my manager.” I winked at her and followed her through the women’s dress section. She went to the back of the store inside a store room.

She said, “I have given you 4 different sizes of bras. Only one of them will fit correctly to your woman.” I saw this room was very big. She said, “Step inside, lock the door and stand opposite.” She removed her pallu, exposing her blouse to me.

I was staring at her BIG boobs with deep cleavage because of the low-cut blouse. Mary said, “I am going to teach you how to take correct measurements to make sure the bra fits your woman correctly and comfortably.”

I could not take my eyes off her chest and nodded while she was talking. Mary unhooked her blouse from the front. My throat went dry, and my eyes popped out. Mary said, “I have never done this before but felt like doing it to help you.”

She spread her blouse and turned around, asking me to remove it. I removed it and put it on the hook behind the door. I had a monster hard-on in my pants now. She turned her back to me, raising her hands and asking me to hug her from behind.

She held my hands and made me cup her boobs. This made both of our bodies pressed against each other, and my erect dick was pressing into her butt. She said, “Your woman is very lucky to have you.”

I asked her why, and she said, “It is the size of your manhood that I can feel.” I immediately removed my hands, stepping back and telling her, “I am sorry.” She said, “It is ok,” and turned around and touched my dick thru my pants.

Mary, softly rubbing my hard-on, said, “I wish I could have been so lucky myself. After looking at a woman’s boobs so closely, if a man does not get aroused, then that is a big problem. So it is very normal, and I do not mind.”

Mary asked, “Can I take a closer look?” I nodded yes. Mary pulled down my zipper and took my cock out from my underwear, stroking it with her hand. She said, “You have a beautiful size. If I were not committed to someone else, then I would have asked you to fuck me right now.”

She got up and turned around, facing her back to me, but only this time she raised her sari. I lifted her sari while she bent forward, telling me to raise it till I could see her panties. I raised it till I saw her black panties.

She joined her thighs tightly together and pushed her butt towards my cock, guiding it between her legs. She stood up straight, telling me to let go of her clothes. Mary raised her hands, and I quickly cupped her boobs over her bra.

I was tightly hugging her with my dick rubbing her pussy over her panties. She said, “I did this to make you comfortable. Otherwise, your erection in your pants would be hurting. Except for putting your cock inside my pussy you can do anything.”

She raised her sari from the front while she slowly did a to-and-fro motion as if we were fucking. I got the signal and started humping her from behind. I pushed my hand down from below her sari, slipping it inside her panty. I felt her wet pussy.

My cock was feeling great buried in her triangle of heat and wetness. I pulled one side of her panty a little and pushed my cock in it, now directly rubbing her pussy. Mary tried pushing me away, saying, “I said no, putting it inside.”

I hugged her, saying, “I am not inserting it, just feeling your love hole to enhance pleasure for both of us.” I began giving strokes, and she calmed down. She unhooked her bra from the front and took it off.

I grabbed her left breast and started squeezing it hard with my left hand while my right hand was busy fingering her clit. I continued stroking her from behind, and soon, Mary was on fire. I turned her face sideways and placed my lips on hers, and she went mad kissing me.

We were like this for some time, and I was getting close to cumming. Mary suddenly jerked like crazy, pushing herself up on her toes and wriggling her body, having an orgasm. Lowering herself down while I was humping her from behind.

This caused the tip of my cock to enter her pussy. I was sure she knew what had happened. She turned her face sideways, locking her lips in a kiss with mine. She pushed her hand inside her panty, guiding my cock further inside her pussy.

She gave a few strokes, pushing her butt against my crotch, helping my cock to enter inside fully. I broke the kiss and was about to speak. She looked at me and said, “Forget everything and fuck me now and make me your slave.”

I gave a few long and slow strokes, enjoying the tightness of her pussy around my cock. As I was close to cumming and the real fun had just started, I wanted to prolong my release. I turned her around. I kissed her and held her boobs with my hands squeezing and massaging them.

I took her puffed nipples in my mouth, sucking on them hard. Mary was still stroking my dick with her hands. I kissed her again and made her sit on some carton boxes. They seemed to be strong and took her weight. I raised her sari, removing her panty completely.

I spread her legs, revealing her brown shaved pussy shining with her juices. I put my mouth to her pussy and started licking it. Mary was going mad with pleasure and said, “We need to hurry up.” I continued eating her pussy and drinking all her juices, and she had another orgasm.

I got up and placed my dick at the entrance of her pussy and slowly pushed it inside. Mary kept saying, “Oh my god, oh my god,” all the time I was fucking her pussy. Her pussy was tight like a virgin, and I was enjoying fucking her with slow strokes.

I fucked her for about 7 odd minutes, and I wanted to pull out before I cum to avoid pregnancy. Maybe Mary, too, felt it and locked her legs behind me, taking me deeper into her. I emptied my balls inside her and fell on her, panting.

She held my face and kissed me, saying, “I have no regrets breaking my oath for you and am happy to be available whenever you need me.” I asked, “What if you got pregnant?”

She said, “I want to get pregnant because I and my hubby have been trying for over 10 years without luck. I had the best sex ever today, and you clearly have lots of experience.” I kissed her, saying, “Today was my first time, and you have taken my virginity.”

Mary could not believe it and asked if I enjoyed it. I said, “I will never forget this day because it was the best time of my life. I want to fuck you again.” We went to the small toilet to clean and sneaked out of there as if nothing happened.

Mary taught me how to measure a woman’s bra size correctly. She asked me what kind of clothes I was looking to buy. I said everything from daily wear to some special ones. She understood and took me to the nightwear section and showed me some cotton nighties.

I told her to give me about 4-5 in bright colours. Then she showed me the special collection in satin to silk, which was of various types like two pieces, 3 pieces, etc. I tried visualizing Uma in these and decided to buy various types and colours, about 5 sets.

All of them shared one feature: they were max knee or mid-thigh length. Mary suggested I come back with the right bra measurements, and then she will help me select the rest of the clothes.

I whispered to her, “I am hard again and want to fuck you one more time.” She looked at me and smilingly said, “I also want it desperately, but doing it here could be risky.” I asked, “Can you step out of the shop for a break?”

She said, “Definitely.” I said, “I will pay the bill, and after I leave, you should take your break and come to the street behind the shop. I have parked my car there.” I was back in my car, desperately waiting for her to arrive.

Mary reached a while later, getting in the front seat. She said she got delayed because her manager stopped to ask her why she was missing a while ago. She told him she was teaching me how to take measurements.  I looked around and did not see anyone on the street. I grabbed her boobs and kissed her lips.

Mary kissed me back with equal passion. After the kiss, I said, “If we can go to my place, we can do two things. First we can enjoy each other with full privacy. Then, you can take the measurements. I will drop you back, and we could buy the rest of the clothes.”

Mary asked what about my princess at home? Will that not be a problem? I said, “Leave that for me to sort out.” As my house was close by, we reached within 5-7 minutes. Mary said she stayed not too far from my house. We went inside carrying the 10-odd shopping bags.

I unlocked the door to find Uma nowhere around. I kept all the bags in the hall and asked Mary to sit on the sofa. I locked the main door and went to the kitchen. I found Uma cleaning the entire kitchen piece by piece. She turned to me, and I saw she was looking like a sex bomb.

Uma was kneeling while cleaning and now stood up as I went closer to her. I held her by her waist and turned her around. As I guessed, my t-shirt was very tight around her chest, showcasing her big boobs and nipples. My tracks also fit her very well. They were deep between her ass cheeks, highlighting her curves.

When she turned around to face me, she was blushing with her head bent. I lifted her face by her chin and asked how she was feeling in these clothes. She blushed, burying her face in my chest and softly whispering it was nice. I held both her hands, threw them around my back, and hugged her tightly.

Uma hugged me back, saying, “Thank you for everything. I am very happy now.” I said, “This was not even the beginning. Follow me to the hall.”

Uma followed me, and when she saw Mary, she ran back inside. I went after her and asked what happened. She said she was very shy to face anyone wearing my clothes. I said Mary was here to take her measurements so I could buy clothes for her.

I held her hand and came back to the hall. Uma kept staring at the floor. I told Mary that Uma was feeling very shy because she was wearing my clothes. Mary told Uma she was looking very nice and pretty. I picked up all the bags and gave them to Uma to take them to the bedroom and see what I bought for her.

I said I had some important things to do with Mary. I will take 30 minutes with her. Uma was surprised to see so many bags. She asked why did I buy so many things. I said not to worry and to check if she liked what I bought. After Uma went inside the 2nd room, I grabbed Mary’s hand and took her to my bedroom.

As soon as we got inside, I locked the door. When I turned, Mary was already removing her clothes, and I removed mine. We both got naked in seconds and were hugging and kissing each other. After a few minutes of kissing and feeling each other’s bodies, I took Mary to my bed and got on top of her.

I started kissing her from her forehead to her earlobes to her upper neck to her neck down to her boobs, stopping at her nipples. She had big boobs, which I could barely grab with one palm. I held her breast and started rubbing my face all over it.

I kissed all around the breast in circles before coming back to sucking and chewing her nipple. Then I moved to her other breast and did the same. Mary was squirming with pleasure and had started moaning, “Oh god, oh god.” I kissed her on her lips, reminding her not to be loud.

I came back to her nipples. After nibbling on them for a few minutes, I went down to her waist and kissed all around it, stopping at her navel. I started kissing, pushing my tongue into her navel, sucking on it. I kept doing this for some time.

Mary had her hands behind my head, pushing me to do more. I came down to her shaven pussy and kissed the tip of her pussy, pushing two fingers inside at the same time. Mary jerked at this. I spread her legs and continued kissing and licking her thighs all the way down to her feet.

Mary luckily had clean feet, and I spent time sucking her toes while she was wriggling with pleasure. I moved back and kissed her wet pussy again and kissed her other leg. I came back to her pussy, spreading her legs wide, folding them. I dived with my mouth, licking the length of her pussy crack.

I licked her pussy with my tongue alternating between licking her clit and tongue fucking her love hole. Mary had another orgasm while I was at it, and she was squirting. I stuck my mouth harder and drank all her juices that flowed out.

After her orgasm subsided and her juices finished flowing, I climbed up on her and kissed her again. Mary had tears of joy in her eyes and said, “I had never experienced orgasms before till I met you. I had only heard about it, and I am so happy now.”

I said I was thankful to her for giving me the chance to make love to her. It was also my first time, and I want to keep making love to her forever. She smiled, saying I was a pro in bed, and today was the first time she experienced foreplay.

She said all her hubby did was strip and get on her squeezing her boobs a little. He put his thing, which was not even half my size, inside her and gave between 5 to 10 strokes and was done and rolled off to sleep.

This has been her once-every-few-weeks sex life for 10 years. I kissed her again and said now we both are there for each other. We will do everything she longed for but could never do it. I was constantly fingering her pussy while we spoke.

Mary held my face and kissed me hard. She said she couldn’t wait for me to fuck her. I grabbed a pillow and asked her to raise her butt and place it under her butt. I spread her legs wide. I positioned my cock at the entrance of her love hole and slowly pushed it inside.

She seemed to be in pain. So I slowed down and inserted it in her pussy and started giving strokes. When the look on her face eased, I pushed a little more and kept doing this till I was fully inside her super tight tunnel of love. I pushed my dick to maximum depth inside her, and she was kissing me wild.

I started picking up speed. I fucked her like this for about ten minutes before I could feel my balls getting ready to shoot. I pulled out and asked her to get into doggy style. This time I easily pushed my dick into her from behind and started fucking her hard and fast.

Mary buried her face in the pillow to silence her moans. I fucked her for a few more minutes like this and then pulled out again. I brought her to the edge of my bed and asked her to remain in doggy style. I stood behind her pushing my dick inside her pussy fucking her with all my strength.

I was not able to hold on much longer and came deep inside her pussy. I collapsed on her with my dick still inside her pussy, emptying every last drop of my seed. Mary said she was already a slave of my lovemaking. I really knew how to please a woman.

I told her I was happy to hear this because I was putting a theory (gathered from watching porn) to practice. I got off and pulled her to her feet. We both went to the attached bathroom and showered together. By the time we were towelling, I was getting hard again, and Mary saw it.

She said, “My god, you have so much stamina to get ready for another round so soon. The princess outside is a very lucky woman, and I hope Uma has the appetite to satisfy me.” I joked at Mary’s statement, saying if Uma alone cannot handle it, then she is also there to fill in right.

Mary blushed, saying she was going to try to come often because she was addicted to my cock. We got ready. Just before unlocking the door, I pushed Mary to the wall and kissed her again, squeezing her boobs.

She, too, was running her hands below, rubbing my erection. We broke the kiss and stepped out of the room.

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Hi readers, this is me Shyam, back with the second part of my sex life with Aysha. In this part, Diya comes into the story.

Thank you for the response to the first story, I’m happy to know that you guys liked it. For first-time readers, I suggest reading the first part for better continuity. – Mallu Girl Aysha: Dating App To Sex Slave

This story series contains submissive and rough sex. Let us go into the story.

Aysha smiled happily sitting in between my legs, only wearing a hijab and looking at my dick getting hard again. I told her to walk on all fours to the bathroom. Then I made her stand up and removed her hijab. It was a great sight. Her smooth hair flowed freely. She had hair till the length of the bra strap which was not too long or too short.

Now she was completely naked. We took a bath together and applied soap to each other. I fucked her in the shower against the wall. She pushed her ass back to me while her boobs pressed the wall. Her hands and face leaned on the wall and she looked like a real slut.

My dick went into her pussy from the back. I slapped her ass too a few times, making her moan louder. When I was about to cum, I caught hold of her hair and turned her to pull her down. She understood it and took my dick in her mouth. I pushed my dick down her mouth and shot my cum deep in her throat. She swallowed it, looked at me and smiled.

Then I lifted her and kissed for a few minutes while I caressed her boobs and ass. Both of us were tired, so we slept afterward, cuddling.

The next morning, I woke up to the amazing view of the beauty sucking my dick and making it hard. I looked at her and she made eye contact with me while taking my dick deep in her mouth.

After a few minutes of sucking, I pulled her up and gave her the morning kiss while rubbing my hands over her pussy. I pushed my middle finger in and started fingering her. She lost balance in my act and fell on me, but did not break the kiss.

I moved her to the side, got up and went behind her, making her stand in doggy style on all fours. I took my hard dick and rubbed it over her pussy. By then, she was wet over there. I didn’t waste any time, I pushed my dick into her pussy and she moaned loudly. I started fucking her fast, the sound of my hip hitting her ass echoed in the room along with her loud moans.

After some time, she had her orgasm and fell on the bed. I pulled her ass back up in the air and continued fucking her and cummed inside her pussy. I kept my dick in her pussy and collapsed above her.

We lied like that for some time. We then got up from the bed. I could see her pussy was dripping the mixed juices of both of us. She was about to clean it but I did not allow her. So she put on her panties above it.

She started dressing to leave but she had no bra as I tore it off yesterday. But somehow she managed her hijab to cover her boobs area. She was in a hurry as she had to go to her hometown on the afternoon flight for a week and she hadn’t even packed for that. I gave her one more kiss and slapped her ass over her pants and she left.

For me, that day was free as I had already completed my work early. So I was again surfing through some sites and came across a BDSM site. To my amazement, I saw a familiar face on the profile photo of a comment and it was my ex-girlfriend Diya. She had commented, “Looking for a master for this obedient slave.”

I created a profile quickly with a fake name and messaged her.

Me: Hey, bitch!

Diya: Who is this?

Me: I saw your comment. Do you wish to be my slave?

Diya: I am not sure, but let’s try it for a day and decide.

Me: Ok. So, it starts now.

Diya: I have one condition. I won’t be sending any photos with my face or telling any personal details till then.

Me: That is fine. But you will only address me as ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’ from now.

I knew that my ex-gf was into sub and dom sex when we dated. We even roleplayed sometimes but never knew she was this desperate to be a submissive bitch!

Diya: Yes, master.

Her reply made me smile and I planned to make her my personal bitch who will do anything I say.

Me: Let’s start with you telling me what you are wearing now.

Diya: Black shorts, pink panties, and a grey loose t-shirt.

Me: Bra?

Diya: I am in my room, so I didn’t wear any bra.

Me: Good. Now, remove your shorts and panties and send a photo of your cunt. Let me see how good my bitch’s cunt.

Diya: Ok, master. As you say.

And she sent a photo of her cunt. I saw that she had grown some hair around.

Me: Clean shave your pussy and send me a photo again in 10 minutes.

Diya: Yes, sir.

And my ex-lover went offline and I waited for her reply. After 6 minutes, she sent me a photo of her clean shaved pussy.

Me: Ok, bitch. It looks good. Now, finger your pussy in front of a mirror. Look at yourself when you finger and send me the audio of you moaning.

And 2 minutes later, I received the audio. She was moaning heavily and had orgasmed. I could imagine her from the audio.

Me: How was it, bitch?

Diya: That was awesome, master. I had never done it in front of a mirror. It gave me a new experience.

Me: Write ‘slut’ above your pussy and send me a photo.

She did as I told her.

Me: Show me the carrots and cucumber you have in your fridge.

She sent me a photo and I picked a big one.

Me: Insert it in your pussy and wear panties over it.

Diya: Yes, master. See this.

My ex-girlfriend sent me a photo of the bulge in her panty.

Me: Has anyone fucked you in your ass?

As far as I knew, she had a virgin ass.

Diya: No, master. But one of my ex-lovers had fingered my ass once, it was so painful for me, so I stopped it.

Me: Have you ever swallowed cum?

Diya: Yes, master. I love the taste of cum.

Me: Good girl.

Diya: Thank you, master. I have to go to the office for a meeting, master.

Me: Don’t you dare remove that carrot. Keep it there till you come back.

Diya: Ok, master. Bye.

That time, Aysha called me to tell me that she was at the airport and going to her hometown. She sent a selfie from the airport. I asked her, “Do I only get to see this now?” And she sent me a photo of her lifting her top in the bathroom, showing her melons cupped by her bra. She also gave a cute expression making the photo a very memorable one.

Aysha told me that she wouldn’t be able to call me from home as there was a function and she would be busy for the week. She also promised me that we would meet as soon as she got back next week.

I went on with my daily routines and office work and the time went on. It was evening and I got a notification, it was from Diya.

Diya: Hey, master!

Me: Yes bitch, you back? How was your day?

Diya: It was a good day, master. The carrot in my pussy made it difficult to sit properly, but I managed somehow. It kept me horny and wet all day long.

Me: Did you love it, bitch?

Diya: Yes master, I loved it.

Me: It’s still inside you. Right?

Diya: Yes master, still making me wet.

Me: Get yourself naked bitch and take out the carrot. Smell it, suck it, taste your juices.

Diya: Ok, master.

Me: Did you like it?

Diya: Yes, master. It makes me horny.

Me: Show me your pussy and make sure the word ‘SLUT’ is written on it.

She sent me a photo of her pussy with ‘SLUT’ written above.

Me: Good, bitch. Now, finger like you did earlier, in front of the mirror and along with it, suck the carrot thinking that it is my dick. But this time, don’t orgasm without asking my permission.

Diya: Ok, master.

And there came a voice note of her moaning. A photo of a wet carrot with her juices and saliva. And a photo of the finger in her pussy.

Diya: Master, can I cum?

Me: No bitch, you don’t deserve it yet. Beg for it.

Diya sent me audio, “Please master..let me cum.. please master…please….”

My ex-girlfriend was begging to have that orgasm and finally, I allowed.

Me: Yes bitch, now you can cum.

She sent me a photo of her juices flowing over her thighs.

Me: Take your juice in your hands and lick it. Taste your juices.

Diya: Yes master, it tastes so good.

Me: Now, keep the carrot back in your wet pussy and wear the panty back.

Diya: It feels so good, master. I don’t need a full day. I have decided. I am your slave, I submit myself to you master. Tell me what to do and I will do it. I am all yours.

I was so happy and asked her to send me a photo of her with only panties.

She did it. I saw my ex wearing only panties again. Her hot figure and boobs made me hornier. I haven’t yet disclosed my identity. So, I thought of giving her a surprise.

(To be continued)

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Hey all! This is a story between me and my high school friend, Manvi. This happened in Nagpur when we were 19. Both of us had lost our virginity by then.

We were extremely mature about sex for that age. We knew we loved sex, but we didn’t want the drama of a relationship. And most importantly, we were experts in talking dirty. And making people uncomfortable with the filthy talk.

Manvi had a thin waist and a tight round ass. Her boobs were like light bulbs, with pointy nipples. We both were in the school basketball team. We used to spend a lot of time practising in and out of school.

While playing, we both used to touch each other’s private parts whenever we got a chance. Sometimes, I used to spank her when she was shooting a basket. She used to wear cute thigh-length shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt while playing.

She had incredibly sexy thighs. The type that would want you just to spread apart and start shoving your cock in. This particular story was when we were 19. She started going to a commerce college, and I pursued science.

It was all very new for us since we don’t see each other every day now. But I used to play basketball every day. There, I used to be around a lot of pretty girls. But none gave me a high that Manvi did. She was some goddess.

We didn’t have smartphones back then. It was all about SMS packs and word limits. But we both were too bored of that crap.

One day, we stumbled upon each other near Hislop College, Nagpur.

She said, “Ooh, l sense a throbbing cock somewhere, lol.”

I smirked and responded, “Well, it salutes a dry pussy when it sees one.”

Manvi (chuckled): I have missed you, Mr.Black-Cock.

It’s exactly as it sounds. I have a black pulsating 5.6-inch dick which Manvi was obsessed about.

Me: Me too, Miss Velvet Pussy.

She laughed. Manvi looked around, biting her lips and came a bit closer to me.

Manvi whispered: Want to soak my pussy right now?

I was thrilled, and my cock actually started throbbing. I am sure it remembered her lips.

Me: Of course. I see your boobs are almost the size of my palm now.

She came a bit forward and gave my cock a wild rub. And gave me the horniest expression. She was wearing a salwar kameez. So she had the most Indian cleavage ever.

Manvi: Want to see my new panties? Bummer, I’m not wearing any, lol!

She laughed maniacally. She held my hand and walked me to the nearest cigarette shack. She went seductively to the shopkeeper and showed just enough cleavage to get his blood running.

Manvi: Bhaiya, 5-6 minute ke liye tapri ke peeche jaana hai. Kisiko bhejna mat. Nahi toh aapka lauda kaat dungi haha

(Uncle, I need to go behind the shack for 5-6 minutes. Make sure no one comes, or else I shall cut your cock)

She gave him a 20 rupee note.

He said: Jaiye madam. (Go, madam.)

I looked at my cock and said: And that’s why we love Manvi

The shack was at the end of the road. There was a little space behind it, just enough to make Manvi lean and spread her legs a foot wide. She was walking furiously. Damn, she was horny.

Manvi: Mandar jaldi yaar. Foreplay wagare ka time nahi hai. Bus ghusa ke paani pila de.

(Quick Mandar, there’s no time for foreplay. Just push your cock in and feed me your fluids.)

As soon as we reached the spot, I pulled her stroll down and cupped her buttocks. Gave her a loud spank.

Manvi: Ahh!

Me: Turn around, slut.

I turned her around and bent her a little. She was so perfect that her cute watermelon ass came right on my cock. I held her shoulder and pulled her kameez off them. I could see her straps. I lifted her kameez and started removing her salwar strings.

Manvi: Smooth, huh! Faster babe. Or are you just stalling to get a hard-on hahaha

Me: I was hard the minute I fucked you in my mind.

Manvi: Shut up and fuck now.

I pulled her salwar in one go to her heels. The bitch wasn’t lying. She wasn’t wearing panties. I quickly pulled my pants down and slapped my black dick on her butt.

Manvi: Mandar, you ass, stop watching too much porn. A lady doesn’t really like to wait.

I spat on my finger and, without any mercy, entered it forcefully in her ass. That was our thing. Finger the ass, fuck the pussy.

Manvi: Ah! Mandar, you are my favourite boy toy. I see you remember. Finger the ass and fuck my pussy.

I pushed my dick into her wet tight pussy mercilessly. She suppressed a scream.

Manvi: Uff, Mandar, fuck you for letting me dry all this time.

Me: Come on, babe, twerk that booty.

Manvi started shaking in rhythm. She was biting her lips. And her face was pushed against the wall. I started humping her hard. There was no condom. She was a sucker for naked dicks and a pill addict.

She had an abortion already. And we still don’t know whether it was my doing or someone else’s. Isn’t that hot? I squeezed shoulder with one hand and fingered her ass with the other. My dick was doing the rest.

She was thumping me back. Thap thap thap thap. The sounds only got wetter. Phach, phach, phach. Suddenly, there was a sound of a twig cracking through the bushes. I almost stopped

Manvi: Ah, don’t worry, Mr Black-cock. It’s the shopkeeper.

Me: Lol, should we call him to spank you too?

Manvi: Nah, not today. My dad’s coming to pick me up.

Me: Such a bummer.

Manvi shouted to the shopkeeper: Bhaiya, aapko bhi ek lauda chahiye kya gand mein? Bhago idhar se nahi toh chilla dungi!

(Uncle, do you want to get fucked in the ass too? If not, then fuck off, or I will start screaming.)

The shopkeeper ran away.

Me: Such a tease!

Manvi: Just keep humping.

I cupped her boobs from behind and started ramming her like a horse. Her body was writhing like a snake. Her bangles were making sounds like it was some brothel.

Manvi: Ah, harder.

Me: Babe, I think your father will have to wait. My balls aren’t in the mood to drain today, lol.

Manvi: Maybe I should have given the shopkeeper a chance while I suck you dry.

Me: Hahaha, let me go deeper.

I lifted her one leg against the wall and thrust hard inside her. She almost lost her balance.

Manvi: Aah, where did you learn that? Which slut are you banging nowadays?

Me: Just the usual, Anushka comes in handy. One hell of a nymph that bitch is.

Manvi: Aah that slut. Maybe I will do her one day, hahaha.

Me: Hahaha, sure, she once drained me in a cup and drank it naked.

Manvi: Shit, that makes me so wet. Mandar, cum fast, I want a drink too.

I knew what I had to do. I removed my cock in one thrust. Manvi shrieked.

Manvi: What the fuck do you think you are doing?

I got hold of her kameez end and lifted it. Shoved the same in her mouth. I spat heavily on my cock and shoved it inside her ass without a warning. Manvi writhed and suppressed a miserable scream. Her back arched and started shaking. She was so so so tight that my cock was suddenly squeezing life.

Me: Ah, bitch you are so tight. Get a dildo and practice your ass, babe.

Manvi: Ahh, hmmm.

She couldn’t utter a word. I held both her hands so she couldn’t remove the gag from her mouth. And started humping harder.

One stroke, two strokes, three, four, five……

…13, 14, 15 and so on.

I felt a gush of cum rushing itself into my dick. I quickly removed her gag.

Me: Quick, choose mouth or ass or cleavage

Manvi: Mouth now.

I withdrew my cock at once, and Manvi quickly went on her knees. One boob of hers was popping out of her kurti. I bent a bit and squeezed that tit.

I unloaded a huge squirt on her face. Her eyes were closed, and she was humming.

Manvi: Aah, Mandar.

She started licking her lips and stroking my cock.

Manvi: Aah, babe, you are the best fit for all my holes

Me: Now fuck off, or that old geezer of yours will make a fuss.

She quickly got hold of her things. Adjusted her cleavage and started walking off. She started walking towards the shop. I spanked her extremely hard as she left. She let out a moan and wiggled her ass.

I sat behind the shop for a while to let go first. I was still stroking my cock. Over the years, Manvi and I had a lot of such endeavours. Stay tuned for more. Do read my previous stories.

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Hi Boys, Nikita Sinha here. Once again, a big thanks and hugs to all those who had sent me their love and feedback for my previous stories.The responses to my last story have been overwhelming.

Kindly read my previous stories before you read this one since it’s a continuation. You can read them on my profile.

Now let’s get to the story.

We bid our goodbyes to Antony Chettan and left there. When we reached back to our room, it was a little late. Since it was a hectic day, we were exhausted and hungry. I took a quick shower, and the cold water on my hot body was such a refreshing feeling.

I came out of the shower and was drying my hair in the dining area with a small towel. I was wearing only a big towel around me. Shreekanth, in the meantime, had ordered some food and went to shower.

Just then, the doorbell rang twice, and I was stunned for a second. I was wearing only the towel that barely covered me from my chest to my thighs. I looked through the peephole. I saw Rajesh, the room service guy who came in the morning, waiting outside with a tray of food.

I was looking around frantically to find my dresses. Just then, I remembered the things Shreekanth told me about Rajesh watching me sleep in the morning. I thought to myself, “No one’s around, and Shreekanth is having a bath, so even he’ll not know. Why not tease Rajesh a bit?”

Such sexy thoughts and the thrill of flashing guys have been brewing in my mind. That thought even took over me that I had intercourse with a stranger. So I decided to tease Rajesh, the room service guy.

I lowered the towel a little more so that a little more of my cleavage was visible. Just then, the bell rang again. I opened the door a little, peeped in a way that only my face was visible to him, and saw Rajesh smiling at me.

Rajesh: Your food is ready, ma’am. May I come in?

Me: Yeah, sure.

As I finished saying that, I opened the door fully and looked at Rajesh, who was surprised and hesitatingly smiled. That’s when he discovered I was only in a towel.

Rajesh: Are you sure, ma’am?

He asked again, a little confused seeing my attire.

Me: Yes, please come in. Sorry, I made you wait. I was taking a shower.

Rajesh: Oh, it’s fine, ma’am.

He followed me inside and started making the table. He kept the food on the table. He tried to be a professional and wasn’t looking at me. But that’s when I began to have a conversation with him so that he had to face me.

Me: Hey, how’s work?

Rajesh: Going well, ma’am. It’s not the busiest yet, so it’s fine.

He was too shy to look at me but would, at times, take a glance.

Me: That’s nice. By the way, it’s a beautiful place you have here. I’m really enjoying it here.

Rajesh: Thanks a lot, ma’am. Hope you enjoy the rest of your stay as well.

Me: Thanks. You’re really sweet.

He smiled, looking at me and looked at me from head to toe, even though he knew I was looking at him. The fact that I wasn’t resisting his look or acknowledging it made him even more confident. I then took a moisturizing cream from the dressing table and stood near him.

I raised one leg to keep it on the bed and started applying it on my feet. He was confident by then. He watched me exposing my inner thighs and applying cream over them. He was purposefully taking longer than usual to serve the food.

I kept my left leg on the bed and applied the cream from my thighs to my toes. He was looking at my thighs and legs while I applied cream over them. Then, at my cleavage, I bent to reach my toes. I did the same with my right leg.

I noticed that he was keeping the dishes back on the tray and serving them to stay in the room longer. I then started rubbing the cream on my back but couldn’t reach it. I acted like I couldn’t reach it. I knew he noticed but acted busy at his work.

Me: Hey. If you don’t mind, could you help me?

Rajesh looked at me with confused eyes and smiled at me.

Rajesh: Me? Oh sure, ma’am. What can I do for you?

He asked eagerly and hurriedly kept the tray and came near me.

Me: If you don’t mind, could you help with the cream on my back, please?

I asked, smiling at him

Rajesh: Of course, ma’am.

I gave him the cream and stood facing my back to him. I held the knot of the towel near my chest and lowered the back portion of the towel for him. He applied the cream on both his hands and started to apply it on my back.

He started from the neck and worked his way down. His warm hands were really soothing on my soft skin.

“Wow, that feels so good,” I said, letting out a soft moan. He was gently applying the cream around. The towel on my back was just above my ass crack. He was tugging it further down slowly with every move. So I loosened the grip, and the towel lowered, exposing the side of my boobs and a little bit of my ass.

He saw it and took the cream, applied it on both his hands. He kept his hand on my centre back and moved sideways, working his fingers and massaging me. As he reached the side, he gently felt my side boobs with his fingertips. My left hand was still holding the towel.

My right was on my hair, and my arms were lifted. I could sense him move closer and could feel his breath on the back of my neck. With every stroke, his hands were getting more and more onto my side boobs. He massaged my armpits in between.

My eyes closed, feeling his warm hands on my smooth, cold skin. Just then, I heard the shower go off. Shreekanth had finished and would be out soon. So I got back to my senses and pulled my towel back. I looked at Rajesh.

There was a mix of excitement and sadness on his face. He hurried to leave at the same time, anticipating what I had to say to him.

Me: Hey, Thank you so much for your help. It was really great.

Rajesh: Oh, it’s totally fine, ma’am. Happy to help. I hope you’re fine with it.

Me: Of course. Made me want to have a full-body massage, actually. Speaking of which, do you guys have someone like a masseur around here? I’m pretty stiff from the cold. I would really like a body massage.

Rajesh: Oh no, sorry, ma’am. Since it’s not the season time, we don’t have anyone around.

Me: Oh, okay.

Rajesh: Ma’am, if you don’t mind, I can give you a massage. I’m obviously not a pro at it, but I’m good. But only if you’re okay with it, though.

Me: Oh! You could? Umm. Well, I’m okay with it.

Rajesh: Okay then. When should I come for the massage?

Me: You can come in the evening.

Rajesh: Okay, sure, ma’am. See you then.

He looked at me, smiled, and took the tray left. I saw him till the door, closed and locked it. I removed my towel, lay down in the bed, and felt my pussy. It was already wet by then. Just then, Shreekanth came out of the bathroom wearing a towel.

Seeing me naked on the bed, he got an instant hard-on. He removed his towel and flung it to the corner. He lay down on me and put his lips on mine. We had an intense wet smooch for about 10 minutes while his dick was rubbing over my pussy.

He took some of the saliva that was oozing out of our mouths. He applied it on his dick and pushed it in. We had a 45-minute session before we sat down to eat.

Soon after lunch, we were lying on the bed. I was wondering what to tell Shreekanth about the massage session. Before I could say about it, he told me that two of his friends had come and were in a nearby hotel. He needed to visit them in the evening.

By evening, Shreekanth got ready and left to meet his friends. I was pretty excited about what was to come. I went and quickly rinsed my body with some shower gel. I was a little sweaty from the sex session.

I wiped my body with the towel and put on a black thong. It was a little transparent on the front, with the strap going tight deep inside my ass crack. I chose not to wear any bra. I then took the transparent black gown from the cupboard and wore it.

I looked at myself in the mirror for a while. It was sure to turn on any guy. I was waiting on the balcony when the doorbell rang at about 6 p.m. I saw Rajesh waiting through the peephole. I loosened the knot of my gown a little, put my hair to the front and opened the door.

I saw a stunned look on Rajesh’s face. He looked at my cleavage and belly button, which had become visible as I loosened the gown.

Me: Hey. Please come in.

Rajesh: Thank you, ma’am.

I closed the door behind me. But he waited there for me to walk in front of him. I obliged and walked towards the balcony.

Rajesh: Are you ready, ma’am?

Me: Oh yes, I am. By the way, my name is Nikita. You can call me Nikki.

Rajesh: Oh, really glad to meet you, ma’am.

Me: Same here, Rajesh. But again, just Nikki, please.

Rajesh: Okay, Nikki.

Saying that, he blushed the hardest, struggling to make eye contact.

Rajesh: Where would you like me to set up, ma’am?

Me: You mean Nikki? Yeah sure. I think the balcony is fine.

Rajesh: Huh? Really?

Me: yeah. Is that a problem?

Rajesh: Nope. Not at all, ma’am. I mean Nikki.

I laughed, and he found the perfect moment to get a view of my jiggling boobs through the transparent gown. He took the portable spa bed to the balcony and started setting it up. He took the other box and kept it on the side of the bed.

He was looking around the open balcony. There were a few buildings around and the road right below. We were on the first floor of the hotel, which was easily visible. There was a bit of nervousness on his face, but he didn’t say otherwise.

Rajesh: It’s ready, Nikki.

I walked to the mirror and tied my hair into a bun. As I raised my hands, the gown parted further from the middle. I saw Rajesh looking at me through the mirror. I didn’t bother to proper my gown and walked towards him.

Rajesh: Everything’s ready. Please lie down here.

He was confidently looking at my bosoms by then. I turned around and faced my back towards him. I untied my gown, and it slid through my body and fell. I was literally topless by then. I only had my thongs on, which barely covered my ass.

I hopped onto the bed. He was looking at my boobs which were swaying more than ever. I was steadying myself to lie down. I lay face-down in the bed.

Rajesh: Place your face correctly by this opening and relax.

I positioned myself and closed my eyes. He took the bottle of warm oil and poured it from my toes to my upper thighs. As the oil oozed to the sides, he would apply pressure with his thumb all over and then massage them slowly. He raised my legs one by one to massage between my inner thigh and toes.

He then took the oil and poured it over my ass. He jiggled my ass to apply the oil over it and began messaging. He parted my ass cheeks and moved the back strap of my thong, and poured a few drops of oil. I let out a moan as the warm oil came in contact with my skin. His fingers fiddled with my asshole.

I was pretty sure he would have noticed my wet pussy by then. He massaged there with his thumb for some more time and kept my legs back on the bed.

He moved towards my upper body, poured some more oil on my back, and began massaging my back. He moved my hands upward, which I placed above my head, and was rubbing the sides along with my armpits. I let out a moan each time he applied pressure.

He applied the oil on both his hands, massaged my neck gently and worked his way down to my waist. My hands kept above my head, gave him ample space to massage my armpits and side boobs. With each stroke, he would reach more and more to my side boobs.

He was massaging my armpits and side boobs for the longest time. He fondled them for some more time, and by then, I found the stiffness of my back relieved.

Rajesh: Ma’am. I meant Nikki. How was it? Was it fine?

Me: It was amazing. The stiffness is gone. You’re really good.

He was still fondling my armpits and side boobs as he spoke.

Rajesh: Oh, thanks a lot.

Me: So, are we done here?

Rajesh: The back is done, ma’am. If you want the front…

He stuttered as he wasn’t sure to ask me to turn around. But I replied just as he asked.

Me: Oh yeah, surely.

I said and looked at him. His face turned from hesitant to eager face real quick as I answered him. I then got up and rolled myself to face upward. My boobs were really dangling as I rolled myself and lay on my back on the massage bed. He couldn’t take his eyes off my breasts, which bounced as I positioned myself.

He took the oil and poured it from my chest to the waist. I could feel the oil leak on my belly button and giggled. He smiled at me, looking at my jiggling boobs. I giggled and quickly started to massage from the waist upward.

He massaged my waist and the sides of my body and worked his way up. As he massaged and played with my belly button and waist, I let out a moan. As he stood closer to massage me, my hand brushed his crotch area. I was anticipating it but wanted to make sure it was conscious. So, I didn’t react the first two times.

The next time it happened, I opened my palm and felt the warmth of his dick. He stopped moving to and fro and rested his dick on my hand. I caressed his dick over his for some more time and slowly opened his zip. He was excited and frantically looking around as well as we were on the balcony.

As I slowly opened his zip, he quickly took his dick and put it out, and looked at me thrilled. I held his dick and began stroking it. It was as long as my palm and really thick and warm. I looked at him and smiled as I stroked with my right hand.

He, meanwhile, resumed massaging my upper body as I stroked his dick. He took the warm oil, poured it on my chest, and held my breasts. He swayed to the side with both his hands, held it in the centre, and began massaging it in a circular motion.

I stroked his dick to and fro as he moved his hands around my boobs. He played with my nipples, which were already hard because of the cold climate. He pinched them lightly and pressed my boobs tightly. I moaned as I applied some saliva to my hand and lubricated the stroking.

He bent down and felt my nipples with his tongue. He salivated around my areola and sucked hard on my boobs. While sucking on my right boob, he fondled my left boob with his left hand. He lubricated his right hand with his saliva and began fingering my pussy.

I pulled him closer as I held his dick and placed a few kisses on the tip, and wiggled my tongue over it. He let out a moan as my mouth felt the head of his dick, and my tongue tasted it. I moved closer to him to take it all inside my mouth.

He closed his eyes and felt the warmth of my mouth engulf his dick. He kept fondling my boobs, pinching them with his left hand and fingering my pussy with his right middle finger. I kept blowing him in full force while I overflowed because of his fingering.

Around 10 minutes later, he held my head, thrusting faster and began moaning loudly. I knew he was nearing his climax, so even I tried to blow faster.

“Nikita madam!”’ he exclaimed. He held my face and deposited his liquid inside my mouth. Most of it spilt out and fell on my neck and boobs, as it was more than I could hold. I laid down back on the massage bed, panting and gasping for air, trying to swallow the load in my mouth.

He parted my legs and put his face in between my legs. I was startled as his tongue felt my already wet pussy. He inserted his tongue deep inside and sucked on it as he gulped the juices that flowed out. Along with his tongue, he inserted his middle finger and felt me from the inside.

I held his head tightly onto me as it was really enthralling for me. He licked me dry, held my legs, and pulled me to the edge of the massage bed. He held his dick in his hand, which had gone a little limp by then, and looked around frantically. I looked at him, and our eyes met.

“Can I go in raw, please?” he asked, giving me a pity look.

Just before I could answer him, my phone rang. We both were startled. But he rushed inside to get my phone from my bed as I couldn’t get up as quickly as I wanted to. He waited for me to complete the call while he began hardening himself for round two.

But it was Sreekanth who called me to inform me that both his friends would be accompanying him back to our place. They were about to leave from there. I sat up and informed Rajesh about the same, and he felt dejected. He was almost teary-eyed, but I couldn’t help it.

I quickly went into my room, put my gown back on and tied my messy hair into a bun. He hurried to put his clothes back on and pack up the massage bed and stuff. I walked him to the door, where he hugged me tightly and savoured my tongue with his.

I could feel his anger as he forced his saliva deep into me. I assured him that I would call him later when I could. He gave me a last peck on my cheek and left the room.

I locked the door and went in. I knew Sreekanth and his friends would reach in another 15 minutes. I had a quick shower to wash off the oil on my body. I stood under the shower, reminiscing about the massage as I washed the wetness off my pussy.

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This is a work of fiction of a mad man with mad tastes.

I am Priya. One can call me a very traditional but trendy, conservative, simple housewife who happens to be an ardent teacher of Carnatic dance at a nearby school. My husband, Ravi is a busy merchant. I am in my 40s and he is 60. We have been happily married for 25 years and we have a son, Deva who is 24 years old and works in government service.

My routine since the time of marriage has been pretty much the same. I wake up at 4 am, do the chores, send those soldiers to the battlefield, go to dance school, maintain the home and serve my lovely soldiers when they are back from fighting the world.

What I am going to narrate changed my life upside down. In the 25th year of my marriage, a series of events made me lose myself in a bottomless pit of myriad sensations of such rapture which any traditional woman would be ashamed to even share even though they secretly yearn for it in their darkest fantasies. Such was the wickedness, wildness, debauchery, and perverted lustfulness that I was awakened into. And the awakener was none other than my own son.

It all started a few years back when Deva had just started a job in government service. As any loving traditional parents would do at that juncture, we wanted to get our son married. But Deva was adamant as hell that he would not marry. He had no girlfriend, no relationship, no love interest of any kind even though several girls- some daughters of my friends, were attracted and drooling over his mere strong masculine appearance and deep voice.

My son cannot be described as the charming talkative type. He is taciturn. Spends time working out, traveling, and reading. He moves his imposing body quietly but confidently. He is very thoughtful and preempts much of my needs before I even have to raise them. He gets me a waterbag when I get periods, watches over me when I am taking classes, makes delicious parathas and paneer, makes me laugh when I worry and takes me out when needed. He is such a gentleman and I see no reason why he should remain unmarried.

Thoroughly fed up after his 65th rejection of the proposal, I decided to have a serious conversation with him. That evening, I went to his room. He was inside the bathroom showering after his gym time.

I sat on his bed and noticed his laptop. I saw images of a saree-clad woman’s behind. Buxom, shapely beautiful figures. It felt quite funny too because the saree in the image was almost the same saree I was wearing. Or is it?! Before I could get to seek the saree in close, my son came out wearing his white kurta and pajamas.

“Kya hein, maa?” Dev smiled.

“Young man!” I blurted.

“What is it?” Deva quipped. His hair was disheveled, but his eyes were calm and quiet, despite my temper. He even seemed to be finding humor in it.

“So many good proposals and you reject everything with impunity. At least give them a read before rejecting!”

“Why should I waste my time? Rejection is the right response or else I will ruin the life of another person.”

I made him sit near me.

“What’s really bothering you, son?” I asked.

“ I’ve been meaning to answer this, maa. Now I think it is the right time. I want you to listen carefully maa. Don’t judge.”

“Okay” I whispered, looking at his composed eyes.

“I’m..I’m obsessed with your ass, mother. Nothing else turns me on. No other woman arouses me. I’ve tried it many times but failed. I respond to your ass. Only to your beautiful ass.”

I felt my like I got hit by seven speeding trains.

“Chiiii! You idiot! You dirty swine! How could you even think like this! Hey Bhagwan!! What has my son become!! This is most disgusting!!!”

Dev was silent. In his silence, I regained my composure.

“Should I tell this to your father?”

“Will that help, maa? It will not solve anything apart from jeopardizing my marital future.”

“What will help you, Dev?”

“I’ve tried forgetting, masturbating, everything..but it is not working maa.”

Slowly, I realized.

“The woman in your laptop screen..it’s..its..?” I trembled.

“It is you, mother” Dev completed.

We sat for a few minutes in silence. I could not even look into my son’s eyes.

“Maa” Dev broke the silence.

“There is perhaps one way you can help. You see, I fantasize and have these fetishes due to wild imaginations..perhaps..if I can come back to reality and perhaps if I can really experience your ass to my heart’s content…then the cravings might be satiated. And then I might be to respond to other women.”

“Chiiii! It’s so immoral”, I responded.

“It is just like I craved for chole battura the first time, mother. Remember the story you used to say..when I was a kid, I cried and cried and fought for it. But after some months, I let go of my obsession to chole battura and moved on to other dishes.”

I sat there for some time and thought over it.

Perhaps he is right. This might be the only way to ensure that he gets to be with a girl and lead a normal life. A matter of a few days or weeks, then he will get over his obsession and be like a normal person.

So I agreed by laying down some conditions.

“You can feel my ass as much as you wish. I will be available whenever you message me. But you must promise that you will not touch or feel any other body part of mine. You will remove my clothing only to the extent of seeing my ass.”

“Okay. I promise. Thank you, mother,” Dev’s eyes brightened up, but as I walked out, I saw his smile and he looked like a wolf. A kind but very hungry wolf.

“Tomorrow, beta” I said.

“Tonight.” he corrected. “After papa has slept, come to my room in this very same saree, ma.” he smiled.

“Geez beta!” I could not help but blush.

“You’ll be safe with me mother, you know that.”

“I trust you, son.” My heart was pounding 100 miles.

That night, as agreed, I slipped out of our marital bed and walked in the darkness upstairs to our son’s room. It was all going to be quick business. He would fondle my bummer and meddle with it for some time and that’s it, work will be done and we both can go back to leading our normal life, or so I thought as I walked into Dev’s dimly lit room.

As I turned and stood on my toes, stumbling to lock the door, I felt my son’s giant hand come in to aid. With his right hand, he put on the lock while his left palm gently groped the back of my saree. His fingers traced the contours of my left cheek and slowly glided. Just as my son reached the part where the ass ends and thigh begins, he clenched his fingers and grabbed my soft butt cheek. Sensations trickled down my body as it was the very first time someone teased down there.

His strong palms briefly relaxed before grabbing my soft flesh again, and yet another heavy gasp escaped my lips. Our eyes met for the first time. I looked into him quietly, I felt the whole world stop into a dance of inaction. Just as I was relaxing, his strong palm grabbed my cheeks again. He pressed again and again. I gasped again and again. I leaned myself on the door and arched my ass outwards.

“Is this okay, son?”

“Oh Yes maaa..” Dev was now directly behind me, running both hands on my cheeks, gauging its contours and softness.

He whispered into my ears how he yearned for this moment and how much he wished to squeeze my soft flesh. As he whispered his fantasy to me which was turning into reality, his squeezes became firm and rough, firmer, and rougher. The room was filled with silent gasps of the mother and son.

“Is it difficult in the saree? I think mommy in petticoat will be better for your hands,” I told him between his squeezes.

“Not today, mom” Dev gasped. “It’s risky to spend more time here again with papa around.”

My son then gave a wrenching squeeze on my cheeks before releasing his hands and opening the door for me.

“Maa, don’t wash yourself today. Okay?”

I nodded.

We kissed each other a formal mother-son good night kiss before parting. I went to our room, removed my saree and snuggled up inside my husband. As he sheepishly opened his eyes, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my ass.

“Squeeze me, Ravi. Squeeze me” I pleaded but my words went unanswered. I snuggled inside the blanket and drifted off to sleep.

At 4 am, as usual, I made my way into the kitchen for the day’s chores. The pink blouse and petticoat from the night was comfortable on me. As I walked sleepily to the kitchen, I was greeted by Deva. He was devouring my voluptuous curvy frame, fertile waist and protruding mommy boobs and at once I could see his cock throbbing in his pajamas. While talking, as I turned toward the stove, he gave a tight slap on my left ass cheek. God knows why but it sent shivers through my spine and I shuddered a little.

“Hey, hold it there!” I mock scolded.

A few seconds later, he gave a tight slap to my right ass cheek and moved away before I could catch him. Any time I turned away from him, he would squeeze, pinch and slap. This gimmick continued till I finally caught him, pushed him to the wall and warned him not to irritate me. He agreed smilingly and promised he’d never repeat it.

But just as I turned away and barely walked 3 steps, my mom held my waist, pulled me back, and grabbed my ass with brute strength that I moaned. I fell on his strong arms. He pinned my naked waist with his left arm and pulled me towards him, while wildly squeezing my ass cheeks with his right palm. He squeezed and mauled and kneaded my cheeks till we both ended up panting and sweating. I loved it. It felt phenomenal.

After the session, he helped me cook and we split up before Ravi woke up.

End of part 1.

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I was flushing with sensations as I paced across the room. My heart was pounding. I never thought in my wildest dreams that a squeeze on my ass can be this arousing. I bit my lips at the thought that my son’s giant palms mauled my soft cheeks. I felt this strange desire to present my cheeks to him and surrender to his mercy, let him squeeze and tease me.

For a moment I wanted him all over my ass, wanted to feel his tongue in every place, my butthole.. but at the same time, it is so sweaty and stinky. It is a gandhii place, totally gandhii. It is my most private secret place that even my husband has not explored.

I couldn’t take my mind off the steamy thoughts so I thought of going for a run in the ground to distract myself.

“Wow! You look very energetic today, honey,” my husband Ravi remarked as he came out of the bathroom.

“Yeah honey, I feel good today. Tempted to go for a run. You want to come?”

“Well, no! I just had a bath and must get to shop a bit early today! There’s a thunderstorm warning. You should go to school early today.”

“Just a few minutes of run and I’ll be okay,” I hummed, slipping on my black tight tracks and t-shirt. As I got out of our room, I saw my son Dev walking out of the hallway, dressed up in running gear. He was headed out to the stadium too.

We took the car and dropped Ravi at the shop. As soon as we bid bye to my husband, my son’s hand rested on my ass.

“Shh…honey, I am driving!” I chided.

“You are the best of us when it comes to driving, so don’t worry!” my son winked as he gently moved his hands around.

I pushed his hands away and warned him again. Retracting his pesky hands, he sat like a good baby for the rest of the ride.

Before our jogging, Dev came close and whispered:

“Run well, maa.” He gave a quick pinch.

“Okay! Geez beta, stop your pinching, it’s public!” I whispered.

My whole plan about not getting horny was ruined by this idiot son.

As I jogged, I paid attention to my ass. The way the fabric of my wet panty made delicate friction, the way my butt giggled, the sweat accumulating, the heat, etc. I remembered how these very cheeks were held by my son’s strong hands as he pleasured them. I longed for his hands to feel my hot beating burning ass again. I longed for him to knead and tease. I longed to feel the way he made me feel with his antics.

As I drove back home, I stared at my son’s hands differently. For the first time, the sight of his palms made me aroused. I waited if he would make a move but he was quiet. Soon, it began to rain heavily. Dev turned on the radio. The news announced that today would be a holiday due to rain.

“No office today,” Dev whispered.

“No school for me either.”

We silently parked the car. I turned off the engine.

Soon after I stood on the floor, Dev suddenly held my waist and picked me up.

He locked me in his grip and carried me to his room. He placed me against the wall, hung his arm around my waist began kneading my ass again. My spirits soared as I felt his grip again. It took a good amount of self-control on my part not to moan or yell “Yesssss” when he kept kneading and pressing my hot ass cheeks.

But the control was short-lived. As he continuously and lovingly molested my cheeks, I moaned “Yes” to his every attack.

“You like your son kneading you?”

“Yesssss yessss..I love your hands there son..Knead me forcefully. Yes!” What a shameless person I had become overnight! A slave to my son’s lustful fetish. I could not believe I was enjoying my ass being assaulted.

“Oh maa, mera randi deviiii” Dev moaned as he began to knead harder and faster.

“Ohhh meri ranjhaa, oooh maaro mujhe jhor se..” I bickered.

I got aroused in every affront. The room was filled with sounds of moans, slaps and pompous grunting.

After moments of intense ass-squeezing, suddenly Dev stopped.

My senses heightened and became sensitive to the calm. I was standing against the wall with hands resting on them and my ass facing my son. He was just behind me, allowing his long finger to seductively trace through my back. I felt goosebumps as his bare hands entered my tracks. I shuddered as his rough palm slowly grazed the soft naked skin of my ass for the first time. I let him remove my tracks and my soaked, wet, dripping panty.

I felt the cool air against my naked, exposed ass. Next, I felt my son’s big palm against my cheeks. I felt his fingers cupping and his thumbs grazing the crevice of my ass. Oh my God! My son was moving through the crevice, the forbidden place, the dark place, my gandhii place. Oh no, his thumbs were grazing deeper.

“Oh my god, oh my god. Stop. Stop it.. Mother is dirty down there” I pleaded but to no avail. My son’s finger slid through my sweaty crevice unashamed.

“Uuuhh…It’s dirty and stinky there, beta….don’t embarrass your mother..please…”

My son responded by further widening my cheeks. In the space between my dirty crevice…I felt some strange sensation of air and moisture. I shuddered when I realized that it was my son’s nose on my butthole. He was going to smell my sweating, dirty, dark anal crevice.

“Ohhh..no…its gandiii gandiii..please..” I moaned but to no avail. I felt him inhale my dirty slimy scent and shudder pierced through my spine as the taboo debauchery ensued between the mother and son.

Dev gently wafted and whiffed in his mother’s deep scent. He stole away the secrets from my puckered arse hole, inch by inch. He lingered achingly through every inch of crevice and relished its dirty, steamy, scent. I soon felt my son’s wet tongue touch my butthole. Sensation throbbed through my being with his dirty touch and my womb spasmed in pleasure. I didn’t realize that juices from my pussy were overflowing and wetting the carpet. All I knew was that his warm, wet, dirty touch sent spasm after spasm of bliss.

My own son was licking and smelling every corner of my dirty sweaty ass. The wetness of his tongue adorned my sphincter and tickled my nerves into a wave orgasm. The sheer taboo, the sheer sin, the sheer rawness of my son lustily inhaling, smelling, and devouring my darkest dirty anal crevices made me moan in a wild rapture.

He ate every crevice of me, he smelled every forbidden place as long as he wanted. He smelled with abandon, and passion and wild longing. He tasted me, and ate me for hours till my body exploded intense shuddering orgasm after orgasm.

“Oh maaa, maa, I love you,” Dev moaned as I regained my composure.

He gently lifted me and placed me on his bed, gave me some water and wrapped a warm blanket around me. As he tried to go away, I held his hand, cajoled him into the blanket and slept with him.

I woke up and checked the time. The thunderstorm had subsided. It was time for Ravi to return. I took my clothes and walked to my room.

Dev excused me from going to his room again that night. But I longed to see him again. After Ravi slept, I tiptoed into his room. He was in his studies, the night lamp turned on. He perceived my entrance quizzically.

I walked to him slowly, turned around, removed my leggings to reveal my bare ass, and bent down. My ass must have glistened under the night lamp. Soon my son’s mouth was on my crevice. I warmed up to his tongue and let him have my butt to his heart’s content.

My pussy leaked water, overflowing its container. Fuck! I wanted that lustful itch of mine to be fulfilled. I wanted to get penetrated and fucked. Lovingly. Relentlessly. Thoroughly. If only we weren’t related, I thought. If only he felt the same way about my pussy. But he was my son who was getting over his obsession so that he could find a life partner. I should control myself.

Dev thanked me for coming, lay me on the bed and he lay next to me. We talked without inhibitions. He told me all this was like a dream come true for him. I wished I could kiss him and run my fingers through his chest, but that would be super taboo and so I controlled it.

“You know I really wish to cuddle you and hold you, maa. But we can’t, right maa…” Dev whispered.

“I am afraid so..”

My heart shuddered with love for him but one side of me controlled.

That night, Dev got some warm massage oil, made me lie on my stomach and gently and lovingly, massaged my buxom ass till it was time for me to return. It was a beautiful experience. Still, my pussy needed some fulfillment.

I returned to our room and began to kiss my husband Ravi. When he opened his eyes, I was naked rubbing my dripping pussy on his crotch like a bitch in heat. He responded by sucking my lips passionately. He removed his pajama and exposed his hardon. I kissed him with dripping saliva while he positioned his cock on the entrance of my wet cunt. I wasted no time in sliding in. It felt like years since we fucked and I felt happy we were doing it again.

I started bucking my hips on his cock like a wild demoness until he climaxed inside me, which was pretty quick. He went to the toilet to clean his jizz, put on a new pajama, kissed my lips and pulled me close.

“Mm, that was hot!” Ravi mused.

“It was, honey” I kissed him back.

Ravi slept like a baby while I rubbed my pussy till slumber overcame me as well.

The next day morning, I took a bath and was grinding for chutney when my son lifted the saree and petticoat, and slid my panty sideways without even wishing good morning.

“Hi, mom. Your cheeks are softer after the massage,” he said as he caressed my butt cups again.

“Oh…I don’t understand you.” I moaned as he spread the cups and buried his nose into my anal crevice, inhaling me again. It felt raunchy. His licking was too good for me to focus on grinding. He enjoyed eating my anal dumplings till I heard my husband’s alarm ring. I shooed him away just as Ravi woke up.

That morning, we had another kinky adventure. I took the usual metro bus to reach my school. The bus is crowded during the morning time and that day was no exception. As I stood in there, I felt a hand on my ass.

“Shit, Deva!” I noticed the huge hunk of a man clad in a mask standing behind me. He skillfully ran his finger around my soft ass. As the bus suddenly came to a halt at the next stop, he squeezed me.

“Uffff” I moaned. The lady next to me asked if I was okay.

“Yeah..uff..hmm…I’m fine ma’am..just a shhh sprain. No problem.”

As the crowd increased, Deva began to get bolder with me, kneading and teasing my ass. I stood leaning to a pole enjoying my son’s game. He was assaulting my ass, in a public bus! And I was enjoying it. He skillfully tickled me and readily kneaded me. My body sweated in the excitement.

After he kneaded my ass to his heart’s content, he leaned to me discreetly, “Fulfilled?”

“No..you dirty…” I whispered back, excited, anticipating his next move.

He now gently held my waist and pulled me behind until my ass rested on his hard erection. I felt his raging warmth on my cheeks. He skillfully found my crevice and rested his cock there, sliding gently all the while caressing my ass.

“How about now?” he whispered.

“Son, it’s…aah..you can’t…use that thing…”

“I can feel you there, that’s what we agreed. I can feel with my nose, tongue and…this too” Dev murmured.

No doubt he was right.

“Mm…you pervert….in that case….pull your me closer to you,” I whispered shamelessly as I ran my hips up and down against his cock. I felt his thickness and knew for a moment that he was hard and strong. My son’s manhood was grazing my plump ass. Our breathing got heavy and some of the passengers suspected we were doing something kinky. But we did not stop.

I bucked my hips on his cock and he slid his hardon against my ass crevice. We played until the bus reached my stop. I got out sweating, wet and horny. Deva was nowhere to be seen.

I walked into my teaching cabin hurriedly. The school assembly was to begin and I had to rush there soon after keeping my stuff. Just as I unlocked my cabin, my son pushed me after appearing from hiding. He hushed me and hugged me. I tried my best not to kiss him and somehow succeeded.

He turned me around and expertly undid my saree. Amidst our heavy breathing, he slid down my dainty light blue petticoat.

“Uff…beta…assembly!” I tried to wiggle, but he pinned me to the table, split open my crevice and began eating like a mad man.

“Oh you, dirty dirty dirty boy….” I shuddered softly as he relentlessly ravished my anal canal with his tongue. I heard his pant falling down and soon I felt his hot rod rubbing my ass crack.

“Uff, you pervert” I moaned as he poured lubricant into my crack and began sliding in and out.

“Best feeling it is, maa.”

“Uff…uff..you can enjoy as much—ahh—as you want at home beta….this is shh school..”

“Oh, yeah? Can’t I rub my cock here dance teacher?” he began kneading me mercilessly, stimulating every zone in my ass and sliding his boner on my ass crack.

“Mfff yeah…you dirty devil” I moaned as he seductively rubbed his dick in me. We relished the moment…until the bell rang.

“Ohh…yes yes…oh..shhhhitttttttt beta, the bell rang…get the fuck out.” I hurriedly moaned. I couldn’t believe one hour passed so fast.

Dev put on his trousers and kissed my cheeks. “I’ll see you after office, my yummy maa”.

He dashed off to his office and I spent another half an hour putting on my panties, petticoat, and saree.

Excruciating!

End of part 2

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Let me dive straight to the story. Priyanka Shetty was very clear in describing her fantasy. Priyanka is a married housewife who settled in Bangalore after marriage. Her fantasy was simple. She wanted a stranger to feast her pussy.

She had a meticulously detailed plan on how the feasting of her pussy to be. I agreed, seeing her picture. She was the fairest lady. A small pressure would leave red marks. I had my dick dancing seeing her picture. This story will be limited to explaining her fantasy alone.

It was a weekday. She had perfectly planned when her husband was away at work and her kid at school. I reached her apartment, which was at Whitefield. Matching her picture, she was indeed a very hot and fairest lady I have ever met.

Let me describe her in a few lines. She had a round, chubby-cheeked face, cajoled, big dark eyes, small nose with thick, juicy lips. She wore a red saree with a red sleeveless blouse. Just out of the bath, her free hair remained wet.

She was fleshy and chubby with massive boobs. I could make out heavy thighs with a cake-like shaved pussy between them. She smiled and gave me a small hug. I could smell a pleasant fragrance from the scent she had used on her body.

Her red lips were inviting to be kissed, wildly matching with her red saree. Any man will leak seeing such a hot lady in that provoking attire. The fantasy was on the sofa of the main hall. She did not waste any time.

She turned on the TV and increased the volume to muffle any moans out of the house. She didn’t make any eye contact. The sofa was a massive L-shaped 10-seater with leather skin. I understood her plan the moment she increased the volume of the TV with a song in the backdrop.

I moved closer to her. Her fantasy was to treat her pussy to a stranger’s mouth, that too on the sofa of the main hall. I wanted to kiss her juicy lips. Her body was so yummy. I wanted to lick her underarms, which I rarely do.

Oh god, She turned around, bending with her one hand clutching the top of the sofa and knees pressed on the sofa. Parading her saree draped big massive ass in front of me. “Oh, Priyanka. What an ass yaar? You want me to eat you.”

I dug my face into the saree-draped ass and drove my face pressing around her soft ass cheeks. She started moaning, “Ah, Ya. Please eat me, Madhan. Please eat me.” Her voice was mild and very luscious.

She was dying to treat her pussy. I spanked her heavy ass over the saree. She spoke, “Ah, Once again, please.” I spanked her ass cheek again but painlessly, “Shetty, What, yaar? Your ass cheeks are jiggling to my spank. Ah kya gaand hai yaar tera.”

I asked, “Doesn’t your husband eat your pussy.” She shushed me, “Don’t speak about my husband. For another 1 hour, I will all be yours. Eat me, Madhan.” As per her plan, I lifted the saree messily, freeing it from her knee and leaving the messy jumble of saree around her navel.

Heavy white bum, thick stem-like thighs hiding both of her pleasure holes. A sexy G-string thong hid her cake-like pussy. For a moment, I kept staring at the massive flesh in front of me, waiting to be eaten. “What do you want, Priyanka Shetty?”

“Do you want to be eaten long?” She replied, “Yes, Madhan. Don’t make me wait. Eat me.” Without announcing, I gave a loud and painful spank on her ass cheek. The spank generated a loud sound. Her white ass cheek turned slightly red momentarily before returning to the normal colour.

I grabbed the sides of her ass cheeks and spread them wider, unveiling the tightly sticking thread panty. I pressed my nose on the soft cushiony ass cheek feeling the soft flesh, and kissed slowly every bit of her soft milky ass cheeks.

Every kiss was gentle at first before turning wild, showing urgency. I expected she would ask me not to spank her ass, but she did not do. She instead gave a loud grunt, “Hmmmmm.” I enjoyed kissing her ass cheeks.

I pulled the string of her panty tightly from behind her ass to tighten the panty grip on her pussy. I wet the fingers of my other hand and adjusted the panty into a thread squeezed tightly on the pussy lips. She asked, “Ah, Madhan. Please. What are you doing?”

This act was not as per her meticulous plan. I started rubbing the sides of her pussy, continuing to tightly hold the panty tightened around her pussy. My fingers felt the cake like wet pussy. Her pussy was wet, very soft, and delicate. Her pussy was fair all around except for the darker pussy lips.

I lifted her ass cheeks, pinning her face onto the sofa. I pressed my face between her heavy thighs. My hungry long tongue grazed over the sides of her pussy on both the sides. She moaned, not worried about the surroundings, “Uff. Hey. What are you doing? Madhan. Oh, god, I like it.”

I continued to tempt her by moving the tip of my tongue around her pussy with her G-string panty tightened around her pussy. I stop and ask her, “Don’t your husband lick you?”

Every moment she was madder to get her pussy licked. She replies in a hurry, “Don’t talk about that chutiya. I am all yours now. Please lick me, Madhan.” I teased, “You are mine now. I don’t fucking care. I want to eat you now. I am eating you now.”

I pulled the panty string away from her hungry pussy. I dug my face between those heavy ass cheeks. I spread her pussy lips and pressed my thumb on the clitoral hood. I started licking her pussy from down to the clitoral hood very slowly.

She moans, “Ah. That feels so nice, Madhan.” I continued to lick her pussy, repeating the same movement of my tongue for longer than usual. I could taste her juices as her moans increased in volume.

I could make out her pleasure was on high. I increased the speed of my tongue, moving over a drenched, much wetter pussy. I locked my lips for the final act. With my lips locked over her pussy lips, I try to push my tongue inside her pussy.

I made a slow tongue movement with my lips locked tightly into her pussy. She is at the loudest, “Ya, Madhan, this is what I wanted. Please, Don’t stop. I am ready. Please continue. I am yours. Please don’t stop.”

I moved my face slightly left and right, rubbing on her ass cheeks, continuing to lock my lips and move my tongue in the tight pussy gently.

She shuddered to an orgasm. I moved away from the fountain of her orgasm. I quickly tilted her around, undoing her blouse and bra and eating her boobs. Her fantasy was just to get her pussy eaten by a stranger. But I ended fucking her in doggy style.

Please don’t ask for part 2 for this. This story ends here. Because after just one session, I had to leave because that’s what we agreed upon. This was her fantasy fulfilled. Thanks for the fun. I loved your pussy, damn.

Thank you, all ISS readers.

Hello, my dear ISS Readers. I am Esha Shah, female, 36, married. Read my previous encounters to know more about me.

My hubby then took some tissue and cleaned my lubricated pussy. I removed his cummed condom and put them in a tissue paper. I asked him to throw them in a dustbin. My hubby wore his underwear and shorts. I, too, wore my panties. He then started kissing me.

It was then the lights came on for an interval. As soon as the lights came on, my hubby stopped mauling me. He got up from his seat and went to use the bathroom. The 2 guys in front of us also left outside, looking completely horny.

I was seated alone in the private cabin, waiting for my hubby to return. My hubby took some time to return. The movie started after the interval. I again started to get horny and wet by the music in the movie. My hubby returned with some more chips.

The other 2 guys were yet to return. My hubby came and made me glasses of vodka and soda. He made me drink 5 glasses of vodka mixed with soda. I got completely trippy.

My hubby then got kinkier. He put a blindfold on my eyes. He removed my black shirt and skirt. I was standing there in the cabin in my neon lingerie and skirt with stiletto. My lingerie was glowing in the cabin. Then he put handcuffs on both my wrists and made the scenario kinkier.

He then started mauling my boobs and kissing me. I was getting more and more hornier and wetter. I moved my hand towards his dick. It was fully erect. Just as we were enjoying our sexual moment, he got nature’s call, which he had to take. So, he made me sit and said he would be back very quickly.

But he forgot to remove my blindfold and handcuffs. He just lay me there. I heard the door open and close as he went out. I was trippy, horny, and wet, with my lingerie glowing in the dark. Just then, I heard the door open and close again. I thought it was my hubby. But it was the 2 other guys.

As I was trippy, I was in no position to oppose. The 2 saw an opportunity of a lifetime. As I was in a helpless situation, they could do anything to me. They both came and made me sit in between them. They started playing with my boobs.

Both held one boob of mine. They were squeezing my boob. Now they removed them out of my bra and were licking and sucking them. They were enjoying my boobs. One of them started smooching me, and the other guy was playing with my pussy by moving my panties.

It made me reach my sexual peak. Then, they made me kneel. I knew what they were going to do to me. So, I asked them to use condoms. I heard them pause and open the condom packets. They had put them on their respective dicks. One guy shoved his dick into my mouth and the other in my pussy.

They were grinding me from both ends. It was my first time taking 2 guys together. They were now ramming me at a great pace, and we all three were reaching our sexual peaks. Both came respectively and were happy. They made my lingerie proper, and both kissed me and left the room.

Wow, it was a great experience. I just fucked 2 guys that too together. Once they left, the door opened and closed again. I thought it was my hubby. But when the hands rubbed me on my thighs, I realized, fuck, it was someone else. He held me by my arms and made me stand up.

He then hugged me tightly, and that is when I guessed he must be the ticket counter guy. I knew he was bald. He was hurriedly squeezing my butt and was licking my shoulders. He then dropped back a bit, and by the sound, I think he stripped off his clothes. He got completely naked and wore a condom.

He came forward again. He then removed my bra and panty to make me almost completely naked, only with stilettos. He then gave his dick in my hand for a hand job. He got busy kissing me and mauling my boobs. He was doing me rigorously. After some time, he stopped my hands and took his dick back.

He then took my arms and put it around his neck. He pinned me to the wall and lifted my legs. He then just shoved his already hard dick deep into my pussy. He started ramming my pussy hard. His chest was rubbing rigorously over my boobs, and his lips were kissing my lips.

This went on for some time, and then he stopped and took out his dick. He again raised my hand and pinned them to the wall. He then turned me around with my hands pinned to the wall. He then grabbed my boobs and bent me over a little, and shoved back his dick back into my pussy.

Now he started mauling my boobs and ramming my pussy at a fast pace from behind. While doing so, he was kissing me over my shoulder and neck. My pussy was also giving his dick complete lubrication for smooth movement. He was truly enjoying fucking me like a slut.

He rammed me for some more time and finally came inside the condom. I thought he must be done and gone, as my husband could come at any moment. But to my surprise, he sat on the seat and made me sit on his lap. I think he poured some vodka on my nipples and sucked them one by one.

He enjoyed sucking my nipples, and then, when he was finally done. He arranged my clothes back to how they were and stood up and dressed up. He then kissed me on the lips, hugged me tightly, and left me on the seat. The door opened and closed.

Then, after a moment, the door opened and closed again. Someone came and sat in the front seat. I thought it must be those 2 guys who fucked me. After 5 minutes, my hubby arrived, very frustrated. Someone had jammed his toilet door.

He couldn’t open it, and after some time, the ticketing guy came and helped him out. I clearly understood the whole scene of what happened to me now. My husband got instantly horny by seeing me there with 2 guys in the front row. He turned me around and started fucking my pussy from behind.

He was doing it without a condom. Fuck, it was awesome to feel a raw dick after so many rounds of fucks. He rammed me for about 15 minutes and finally came on my bums. He sat on the seat and then cleaned my bums with a tissue.

He opened my handcuffs and blindfold. We both got dressed as the movie was about to end. As soon as we were dressed, the lights came on, and the movie was over. My hubby was really happy to fuck me like a whore. And I, on my end, enjoyed being a slut fucked by strangers.

While going out, my hubby went out first, with me behind him. While going out, one of the guys who fucked me squeezed my bum. I didn’t look behind to see who it was, but just left with my hubby. We booked a cab and reached home. Fuck this was a great experience for me and my hubby.

End of this part. I will come up with more sexiest things. Till then, enjoy this.

Ye us time ki baat hai jab meri behen Pankhuri ko nangi hokar sirf burkhe mein bahar ghumne ka shauk chadha tha. Waise toh mujhe bhi usse aise public mein sirf burkhe mein le jane mein bohut maza aa raha tha.

Ab usse maan tha ki park mein bhi woh sirf burkha pehen kar jaye. Maine iss baar uske liye ek white burkha kharida tha. Aur maine jaan bhuj kar dukandar se kaha tha ki kapda thoda patla hona chahiye. Main jaan kar size bhi ek kam kar liya tha taki behen par yeh thodi tight aye.

Fir kya tha! Hamne Budhwar ka din chuna. Uss din park mein bheed kaam hoti hai. Behen ne sirf woh white burkha pehna. Usne ander na panty pehni na bra. Woh ander puri tarah nangi thi.

Hum dono bike par beth kar park pahunch gaye. Jaisa socha tha park mein bohut kaam log the aursirf couples hi nazar aa rahe the. Sab ek dusre se chipak kar bethe the.

Maine jaan kar bike zoo se dur lagaya. Aur zoo ki taraf paidel hi jane lage. Dopahar ka waqt tha. Koi bench par apni girlfriend ki goad mein baitha tha. Toh koi ped ke kinare apni girlfriend ko kiss kar raha tha.

Ye dekh behen ka bhi maan karne laga. Usne mujhe zor se kiss kiya. Maine usko piche se padka aur usse hawa mein uthakar zor se gale lagakar usse lipat gaya. Behen puri tarah sakpaka gayi ki ye maine kya kiya. Par usse accha bhi laga.

Kuch couples ne hamen aisa karte dekh liya. Aur smile karne lage. Hum ab zoo ki aur jane lage. Aur ticket lekar zoo ke andar challe gaye. Zoo ke andar toh aur bhi kaam log the. Muskil se hi koi dikh raha tha.

Jaise hi hum agge badhe wahan par ek ladki apne boyfriend ke saath thi. Usne sirf ek sexy si sports bra aur ekdum tight si shorts pehen rakhi thi. Uske choot ka ubhar uske shorts se saaf dikh raha tha.

Usne bhi ander kuch nahi pehna tha. Kya mast lag rahi thi woh. Meri nazar uspe hi tikki thi aur Pankhuri ne mujhe usse dekhte dekh liya.

Pankhuri: Kya hua bhaiya? Woh ladki pasand aa gayi kya?

Main: Dekho na usne kaise sexy si gym dress pehen rakhi hai. Aur tumhari tarah usne bhi panty nahi pehni hai.

Pankhuri: Sab ladke ek jaise hote hai. Sexy si ladki dekhi ke bass lattu ho gaye.

Main: Ab isme hamara kya dosh? Aise kapde pehnoge toh. Humlog toh lar tapkayenge hi.

Fir achanak tez barish chalu ho jati hai. Aur isse pehle ki hum chup pate humdono puri tarah bheeg gaye. Meri nazar jab behen par padti hai toh main dang reh jaata hun. Pankhuri ka white burkha pura transparent ho gaya tha.

Gila hone ke karan woh uske badan se chipak raha tha. Jisse uski boobs aur nipple saaf dikhne laga tha. Uski choot ka ubhar bhi saaf dikh raha tha. Kuch der tak toh Pankhuri ko ye ahsas hi nahi tha ki uske nange jism ki numaish ho rahi hai.

Par samne khade kuch couples behen ki or isara kar hasne lage. Toh uska dhyan apne dress par gaya. Ab usse sharam aa rahi thi. Woh kabhi apne hath se apni choot ko chipati toh kabhi apni chuchiyon ko. Par woh kya kya chupati.

Behen ab wahan se bhagne lagti. Toh baarish mein uski dress aur jyada transparent ho jaati. Sab log bass usse hi dekh rahe the. Bhagte hue Pankhuri ki uchalti hui chuchiyan saaf dikh rahi thi.

Bass fir kuch anjan log behen ko chidhane lage aur sitti marne lagte hai. Behen ki jism ki sare aam numaish ho rahi thi. Woh kisi tarah ab ghar jaana chahti thi. Woh daud kar zoo se bahar nikal jaati hai.

Par wahan par bhi log usse ghur ghur kar dekh rahe the. Main bike lanne ka bahana bana wahan se chala jaata hun. Par dur chupkar sab dekhne lagta hun. Pankhuri kuch dur gayi hi thi ke 5-6 awara kisam ke ladke behen ko gher lete hai. Woh log bhi Pankhuri ko chidhane lagte hai.

Ek ladka kehta hai – Dekho, bhailog ye toh kaisi nangi hokar park mein aayi hai. Isne toh apni sharam haya sab bech khai hai.

Dusre ne kaha – Abe kya figure hai yaar iska. In uchalti hui chuchiyon ko dekho re.

Tisre kehta hai – Are madam iss burkhe ko pehna hi kyun hai. Isse bhi nikal do na maza a jayega.

Behen ko dar bhi lag raha tha. Par unki batte sun ander hi ander accha bhi lag raha tha. Aur woh smile karne lagti hai. Ye dekh un manchalon ki himaat bhadh jaati hai. Usme se ek behen ka hath pakad apni or kich leta hai.

Par behen bilkul virodh nahi karti. Woh bass upar se, ‘Nahi, jane do’ aise kehti hai. Par woh toh chahti hi thi ke woh sab milkar uske badan se uski ye dress utar phenken. Tez baarish mein uska badan aise hi jal raha tha.

Ab sab behen ke idhar udhar hath lagane lagte hai. Koi uski peeth ko sehla raha tha. Toh uski uski mast gand ko. Ek ne toh uski peeth par jaise hi kiss kiya. Behen puri betab ho uthi.

Ye dekh ek ne uske burkhe mein hath daal uski chuchiyon ko dabane laga. 5 log bhari baarish mein khuleaam behen ke jism se khel rahe the. Main chup kar sab dekh raha tha. Kya nazara tha woh. Main sab record kar raha tha.

Fir ek ne jhuk kar behen ki choot ko kiss kiya. Behen ab puri garam ho chuki thi. Usne uske sir ko pakad liya. Main samajh gaya tha ki ab toh pakka ye log Pankhuri ka burkha phad kar usse nange kar wahin road par hi chodenge.

Main jaldi se bike nikalne lagta hun. Itne mein jo ladka behen ki choot ko kiss kar raha tha. Woh behen ke burkhe mein hath daal kar uski choot ko sehlane lagta hai. Behen tadap uthti hai.

Usse toh bohut maza aa raha tha. Bass kya tha woh behen ke burkhe ko niche se phad dete hai. Behen ki choot ab unhe saaf dikne lagti hai.

Ek kehta hai – Dekh na sali randi ko. Isse bhi chudwane ka maan hai. Aajao na isse iske burkhe se azad kar dete hai. Chalo na phad dallo na iski ye dress.

Aur jo ladka uski boobs ko daba raha tha, woh upar se uski dress ko phadne lagta hai. Behen toh jaise satve asman mein thi. 5 anjan log usse road par hi nanga karne wale the.

Jaise hi woh uske burkhe ko uspar se phadte hai. Main bike lekar wahan pahunch jaat hun. Aur ye dekh woh darkar bhagne lagte hai. Behen ka burkha adhe se jyada phaat chuka tha.

Niche se uski choot aur jhanghon tak sab dikh raha tha. Aur uski dono chuchiyan bahar aa chuki thi. Kehne ko uske badan par bass naam ke liye hi kapde the.

Main uske burkhe ko jaise taise thik karta hun aur usse bike par bithata hun. Main tezi se wahan se bike bhagakar le jaata hun. Behen ki izzat kisi tarah bachi thi. Warna aaj toh woh log usse wahin par road kinare hi Pankhuri ki chudai kar lete.

Par behen kuch bol nahi rahi thi. Woh thodi udass lag rahi thi. Usse wahan baarish mein bhigte hue chudai ka bohut maan tha.

Pankhuri: Bhai, tum thoda let aate toh woh log mujhe wahin park mein nangi kar chuki hoti. Kitna maza atta na. Kaash tum late aate.

Main: Accha ji itna hi maan hai toh kuch din ruk jaao. Lockdown mein park bhi baand hone wala hai. Fir tumhe bina bhurkhe ke hi yahan le ayunga. Fir ghumte rehna park mein nangi hokar.

Pankhuri: Kab laggega ye lockdown? Meri toh fantasy hai ki park mein apni nude photoshoot karwayun.

Main: Lockdown lagte hi tumhe yahan le ayunga. Aur un macchalon ko bhi bula lunga. Jo kaam unhone aaj adhura choda hai woh bhi pura ho jayega. Woh log toh roz yahan atte honge.

Fir kya tha hum lockdown ka intezar karne lage. Kuch 1 saptah baad hi lockdown lag gaya. Sab public place ko band kar diya gaya tha. Park, mall, bus stand sab band tha.

Pankhuri toh ye sunn khushi se jhoom uthi.

Pankhuri: Bhai, news dekha ki nahi sab taraf lockdown lag gaya hai. Ab toh park le chaloge na?

Main: Accha ji kya betabi hai nangi hokar park mein ghumne ki. Mall mein nange hokar maan nahi bhara.

Pankhuri: Ye nasha lagaya bhi aap ne hai. Ab toh apko hi bhugatna hoga. Meri ye jawani mujhse shambhali nahi jaati.

Main: Park mein aise nahi ja sakte. Main pehle kuch roz dekht hun ki kitne guards rehte hai wahan. Ravi ke company ke hi guards wahan rehte hai. 2 din baad wahan jaate hai.

Main Ravi se baat karta hun. Woh batata hai ki park ko pura band kar diya hai. Wahan koi guard wagera nahi rehta hai. Meri ye baatein Pankhuri sun leti hai. Woh park le jane ki zid karne lagti hai.

Mera bhi maan tha ki Pankhuri ki nude photoshoot karun park mein le jakar. Ab toh dono ki khwaish puri hone wali thi.

Behen is bar bass ek white color ki 3 peice silky nighty ke ander ka ek chota sa hissa pehen ke jane ko ready hoti hai. Kya dikh rahi thi Pankhuri usme. Woh bohut hi choti si nighty thi.

Pankhuri ki adhi chuchiyan dikh rahi thi. Upar toh bass patli si dori hi thi. Woh Pankhuri ke jhanghon ko bhi thik se cover nahi kar rahi thi. Pankhuri ne na koi bra pehni aur na hi koi panty.

Uski ye nighty bhi bohut bade size ki thi. Upar se uski dori baar baar sarak kar gir rahi thi. Aisa ki agar Pankhuri zor se nachne lage toh uski ye chotti si nighty apne aap khul jaye.

Main: Tum sach mein ye pehenkar hi jaogi. Mana ki park pass mein hi hai. Par kisine dekha toh kya sochega.

Pankhuri: Jise dekhna hai dekhe. Waise bhi unhe tadpane mein maza aata hai.

Fir main usse park le gaya. Halki halki baarish bhi ho rahi thi. Maine jaise hi bike park ki woh turant utar kar park ke banne boundry wall par chadhkar jane lagi.

Jaise hi woh diwar par chadhi piche se uski mast gand aur uski choot dikhne lagi. Jaise hi usne ander jump kiya. Uski nighty upar tarron men hi phas kar niche se thodi phaat gayi.

Behen park ke ander thi. Aur uski nighty tarron par latak rahi thi. Behen puri nangi hokar park mein thi.

Main: Lo dekho, itni bhi kya jaldi hai nange hone ki. Bolo tumhari ye phati hui nighty utarun ki yahin rehne don.

Pankhuri: Rehne do na. Mujhe toh aise hi park men ghumna hai. Aaj mere badan par koi kapda nahi hoga.

Main: Dekhna kahin aaj woh manchalen aa gaye toh main nahi bacha payunga.

Pankhuri: Ane do na, main toh unhika intezar kar rahi ho. Bula lao na bhai unhe.

Main uski woh phati nighty tarron se nikal leta hun. Uski photoshoot jo karni thi usme. Main jaise hi uski nighty utarta hun. Toh dekhta hun ki behen waise hi nangi hokar park mein daud rahi hai.

Baarish halka tez ho gaya tha. Behen ka woh bheega nanga badan mujhe betab kar deta hai. Main behen ka pass daud kar jaata hun.

Main: Pankhuri, isse pehen lo na. Pehle tumhe apni photoshoot nahi karwani kya?

Pankhuri: Haan bhai karo meri photoshoot. Main toh kabse aise park mein photoshoot karwana chahti thi.

Fir kya behen nachti hui jaati hai. Aur park mein banne ek bench par let jaati hai. Uski left side se puri chuchiyan aur nipple dikh rahi thi. Aur woh aise pair pehlakar letti hai ki uski choot bhi dikne lagti hai.

Main uski photoshoot aur video banana chalu karta hun. Main usse ek hath se apni choot ko chupane ko kehta hun. Uske badan par nighty bass nam ke liye thi. Woh khushi se alag alag pose de rahi thi.

Main ab usse bench par pair phelakar bethne ko kehta hun. Uski nighty ab utarkar uske kamar par aagayi thi. Uski dono chuchiyan bahar thi.

Main usse niche se nighty ko apne danton se pakad kar ek sexy si smile dekene ko kehta hun. Behen ke boobs aur uski choot saaf dikh rahi thi. Kya pose diya tha Pankhuri ne.

Main ab behen ko bench ke share jhuk kar pose dene ko kehta hun. Behen aisa hi karti hai. Uski mast nangi gaand kya dikh rahi thi. Uski gaand se niche pairon tak baarish ka pani beh raha tha. Aur age se uski nangi chuchiyan latak rahi thi.

Woh bass aise hi alag alag pose deti hai. Kabhi bench par jakar let jaati. Toh kabhi nigthy uthakar choot dikhati toh. Kubhi upar se adha khol apni chuchi dikhati.

Kuch der baad toh baarish mein nanchte hue woh nighty bhi utar phekti hai. Woh puri nangi ho nach rahi thi.

Main: Aao na Pankhuri tumhari kuch nangi photoshoot karte hai. Kya mast mausam hai.

Pankhuri: Haan bhai. Aap bass pose batao na.

Woh nangi hokar bench par let apni choot ko sehlate hue photoshoot karne ko kehti hai. Main ab fir se usse bench ke sahar jhuk kar khade hone ko kehta hun. Iss bar uske badan par kuch nahi tha.

Uski ye bheegi hui jism ki kya photo li thi maine. Ab usse aur maza anne lagta hai. Aur woh khushi ne nachne lagti hai. Uski nachte hue bhi bohut si photo nikalta hun.

Pankhuri: Bhaiya, ab apki baari.

Aur aisa kehte hue mere saar kapde utar deti hai. Humdono ab bilkul nange hokar baarish mein bheeg rahe the. Humdono fir se wahan photoshoot karte hai. Main camera ko auto mode mein daal deta hoo.

Main alag alag pose mein kabhi dono haathon se ussi boobs ko dabata hun. Toh kabhi uski choot ko kiss karta hua photo ke liye pose deta. Woh puri garam ho chuki thi.

Baarish mein uske badan par girta hua pani main uske baadan se chaat kar pinne lagta hun. Woh ab bhi bench par leti hui thi. Main wahin par ab uski choot par gire paani ko uski choot par se chaat chaat kar pinne laga.

Woh puri madhosh hokar moan karne lagi. Behen ki ab park mein hi chudai hone wali thi. Main ab usse apne upar betha leta hun. Mera khada lund ab uski choot mein hota hai. Woh zor zor se mere lund par uchalte hue chudwa rahi thi. Aur ye sab kuch camera mein record ho raha tha. Main dono haathon se uski chuchiyon ko daba raha tha. Aur woh mere lund par uchal rahi thi.

Kya nazara tha woh. Baarish mein bhigte hue behen ki chudai. Uff mujhe woh uski pehle baarish ki chudai ki yaad aa jaati hai. Main ab uske andar hi jhaad jaat hun. Kuch der tak wahin chudai karte hai.

Main: Pankhuri chalo na park nahi ghumna kya?

Pankhuri: Haan bhai chalo na. Main toh kabse aise nangi hokar park men ghumna chahti hun.

Main: Ye patta dekh rahi ho na isse pehen kar jaana hai. Woh bhi apne ghutno par ek kutiya ki tarah. Meri khwaish hai ki main apni behen ko kutiya ki tarah patta daalakr park mein nangi ghumayunga. Bolo jaogi na meri kutiya baan kar.

Pankhuri: Haan bhai main apki kutiya hi hun le challo na waise bohut accha lagega mujhe.

Fir kya tha main ab uske galle mein patta daal usse park mein ghumanne lagta hun. Woh mazze se kutiya baan ghoom rahi thi. Aaj meri barso ki tammah puri ho rahi thi.

Hum aise hi ghumte hue park mein banne phavare tak aa jaate hai. Fir kya behen turant phavare par jakar pani mein lotpot hone lagti hai. Main uske gaalle se woh paata nikal deta hun. Aur uski wahin par bohut si photo uthata hun.

Pankhuri ab mujhe bhi paani mein bulati hai. Humdono fir se wahin paani par chudai karte hai. Uff kya din tha aaj. Main park mein khuleaam behen ko chodd raha tha. Aur behen maze se apni choot mujhse chudva rahi thi.

Hamne hamare kapde wahin park ke gate ke pass bench par hi chod diya tha. Aur pure park mein nange hokar ghoom rahe the. Abhi dophar ka waqt tha. Abhi toh puri shaam baki thi.

Main abb uski ankhon par paati baandkar uske gale main wapas se woh patta bandh deta hun. Aur usse ek ped se bandh kar wahan se chala jaata hun. Behen waise hi ped se bandi tadap rahi hoti hai.

Main ab sochta hun ki challoon un manchalon ko dhundha jaye. Woh log pakka haar din yahan atte honge. Aur main behen ko waise hi chodkar apne kapde pehen kar unhe khojne lagta hun.

Kya nazara tha woh behen pure park mein akeli nangi hokar ek ped par bandi thi. Usse kaun dekh raha hai ye bi usse nahi pata. Koi bhi aakar usse chodkar jaye toh bhi usse pata nahi chalega.

Kuch adhe ghante tak behen aise hi akele nangi bandhi rahi. Mujhe woh manchale kahin nahi dikhe. Par main jaise hi Pankhuri ke pass wapas aya toh mujhe agge ka nazara dekh maza aa gaya.

Woh kuch 4-5 log Pankhuri ke pass khade the. Woh wohi manchale the jo uss din Pankhuri ke burkhe mein uske badan se khel rahe the. Waah kya nazara tha. Behen 5 anjan logon ke bich nangi apne ghutno ke baal thi.

Ek ladka kehta hai – Abe ye toh wohi hai us din woh burkhe wali. Yaar dekh na puri nangi hokar kaise bhandi hai yahan. Isse pakka uska boyfriend bandh kar gaya hoga.

Dusra ladka kehta hai – Sali puri randi hai. Kaise kutiya baan ped par bandhi hai.

Tesra kehta hai – Kabhi socha tha ki ye aise hamen mil jayega. Aaj toh isse nanga karne ki bhi jarurat hai hai. Kuch nahi hai yaar iske badan par. Iski jawani ki pyass sayad iska bf sant nahi kar pata iss liye isse yahan band gaya hai.

Tesra kehta hai – Aoo na aaaj iski ye jawani ki pyass hum sab milkar bhujha dete hai. Dekho na kaise chudwane ko tadap rahi hai.

Chotha kehta hai – Hamari toh lottery lag gayi. Aaj kaun bachayega tumhe. Ab toh hum tumhe iss baarish mei ji bhaar kar chodenge. Kya bolti ho chudwogi na humsabse?

Pankhuri kuch kehti usse pehle hi main aa jaata hun. Ye dekh woh dar kar bhagne lagete hai.

Main: Are nahi ruk jao bhailog. Bhaag kyun rahe ho? Jo kaam us din adhura reh gaya tha woh toh pura kardo.

Main: Ye meri behen Pankhuri hai. Jis din se tumlogon ne uske bhurke ko phadkar uski chuchiyon se khela hai. Woh tab se tumsabse chudwane ko tadap rahi hai. Aaj iski ye pyass bhuja do.

Main: Dekho na maine kaise isse kutiya banna kar yahan tumlogon ke liye bandh rakha hai. Bolo na Pankhuri inhe aaj khus karogi na.

Aur aise kehte hue main uske ankh se paati khol deta hun. Pankhuri un 5 logon ko dekh kar khush ho jati hai. Aur apne chuchiyon ko sehlate hue pair uthakar unhe apni choot dikhatai hai.

Pankhuri: Haan karungi. Sab karungi. Bhai inhe kaho ne mujhe road par lejakar choden. Main iss barish mein kutiya ki tarah road par chudwana chahti hun.

Pankhuri ki ye baaten sun sab wapas aa jaate hai. Aur kehte hai, “Waah kya kismat payi hai. Kass hamari bhi aisi behen hoti.”

Main: To isse apni behen hi samajho. Aaj tumlog jo bologe woh karegi. Woh toh kabase taras rahi thi iss din ke liye.

Fir woh uske patte ko ped se kholte hai aur behen haste hue road par jane lagti hai. Road par jaate hi woh log behen ko road ke biche bich leta dete hai. Aur ek second mein sab nange hokar behen ko gher lete hai. Sab Pankhuri ke apna lund dikhate hai.

Unsme se ek kehta hai: Dekh lo aaj iss lund ka swad tumhe chakhayege.

Fir kya 5 log behen ke nange jism par toot padte hai. Do log behen ki chuchiyon ko daba dabakar chus rahe the aur ek uski choot ko paglon ki tarah chaat raha tha. Behen zor zor se chillate hue kutiya ki tarah unse chudva rahi thi.

Adhe gante tak sab usse road par chodte hai. Baaarish mein road par kya chudai chal rahi thi. Main sab kuch record kar raha tha. Kya nazara tha woh. Aaj uski khule aam park mein samuhik chudai ho rahi thi.

Kuch dar aise chodne ke baad woh usse goad mein uthakar park mein ghumte hue chodte hai. Fir ek usse daud kar bhagne ko kehta hai. Taaki usse daudakar sab pakde aur fir se choden. Woh waisa hi karti hai.

Pankhuri nangi hokar park mein tez baarish mein daud rahi thi. Aur hum 6 log nange hokar usse pakad rahe the. Kya nazara tha woh. 6 jawan launde meri nangi behen ko chodne ke liye dauda rahe the.

Uski uchalti hui chuchiyan. Uski ye madmast jawan jism sabko pagal kar rahi thi. Pankhuri daudti hui fir se ussi phavare tak aa jaati hai. Aur hum usse wahin par pakad lete hai.

Fir kya tha behen ko sab pani mein lotpot hokar chodne lagte hai. Pankhuri ab baari baari se sabke lund par kud rahi thi. Sabne usse jee bharkar choda tha.

Main: Kyun, koi kasar baki toh nahi reh gayi. Batao na meri Pankhuri kaisi lagi tum sabko?

Sab Pankhuri ke jism ki tarif karte hai. Pankhuri bhi sabko thanks bolti hai aur kiss karti hai. Main unhe apna number de deta hun. Woh log toh Pankhuri ko ghar tak chhodna chate the. Par main mana kar deta hun.

Woh log behen ko goad mein uthakar hi bike tak le aate hai. Aur apne haathon se Pankhuri ko uski phati hui nighty pehna dete hai. Main jaldi se bike start karta hun. Tezi se bike bhagata hua wahan se ghar chala jaata hun.

Toh iss tarah behen ki ek aur fantasy puri hoti hai. Kya kabhi kisne park mein chudai ki hai? Aur apko ye story kaisi lagi comment mein jarur bateyen.

I was looking for a job and applied to a bunch of firms that were in the city. No calls came in and I was beginning to lose all hope. One day, my phone rang early in the morning. The person on the other end had the sweetest voice. She was calling to schedule an online interview. I didn’t hesitate to say yes.

The same woman was on my interview panel. She was sweet and petite. I was extremely distracted during the interview, and I still have no idea how I managed to stumble through it. Turns out this woman was going to be my supervisor.

Soon, we were pulling all-nighters together and we got really close. Her name was Meera. Meera had short, red hair. She was extremely fair and her skin was softer than the lushest silk in the world. Her lips were plump and delicate and I yearned to kiss her. We were deliberately spending an excess amount of time together, so I asked her out. She accepted and we decided to have dinner that night.

We went out and afterwards, headed back to her place. We drank wine and laughed about different office rumours until finally the room was silent from the tension that was building up.

Me: Listen, I think I should go.

Meera: Or you could stay…I like having you around.

Me: I want to stay…but what are we going to do?

Meera: I mean we are a bit tipsy, and the date was nice…we could make out…

Me: I guess we could…

Meera: Are you nervous or something?

Me: Pretty girl wants to kiss me…I don’t wanna fuck that up.

Meera: Let’s start slow and…see where it goes.

She inched closer to me and turned her head towards me. I kissed her neck gently. She leaned away exposing her neck to more of my tiny pecks and then finally she grabbed my face and kissed me. It was instant-chemistry. Our tongues swirled against one another and I grabbed her hip and pulled her in close. She sat on my lap and kissed me harder. I pulled up her dress and she sighed loudly as I grabbed her soft thighs.

I licked her neck and collarbone and her top fell off her shoulders. She pulled me in and buried my face in her drooping cleavage and I exhaled my warm breath across her soft neckline.

Meera (breathing heavily): Let’s move this to my room before my roommate wakes up. She’s caught me fucking before.

Me: Oh, shit!

Meera (kissing me intermittently): Wanna know something? I saw her watching, and it made me fuck him harder!

Me: That’s HOT!

Meera: She didn’t seem into it, so I have a better idea for us…if you’re interested.

I was definitely interested. She took me back to her room and fired up her laptop. She pulled up a website called ‘DscGirls.Live’

Meera: I like being watched. I use this site instead to get off.

I took over on the laptop and scrolled. She asked me to pick any model that I thought was cute enough to watch us fuck, and I chose a sexy model by the name of ‘Pooja’. Meera chatted with Pooja and purchased credits instantly via UPI to pay her while I licked her neck from behind. She moaned as she typed and the call was set.

Pooja came online and Meera asked her to turn around, to get a good look at her. I was so turned on, with her in charge, that I sat back and watched. Pooja took off her saree pallu and exposed her huge cleavage. Meera sat against my chest and put my arms around her. Pooja touched herself seductively and I grabbed Meera’s tits and gently pulled one bra cup down to expose her breast. I twirled her nipple in my hand as I licked her neck.

Meera (gasps): Oh, fuck! That is good! Pooja, you like what you see?

Pooja (rubbing her hand down her neck): Oh, yes! He knows what he is doing, doesn’t he?

Meera: I guess we will find out!

My supervisor grabbed my other hand and guided it downward. I obeyed and gently traced her ribs, her belly and before I knew it my fingers inched themselves inside her panties. My palm ran over her trimmed pubes and I squeezed her breast harder as my other hand discovered her wet slit. Meera grinded into my palm as she watched Pooja bite her lip, enjoying every moment of what we were doing.

Meera’s pussy dripped down my finger as I found her clit and rubbed it. My cock pressed into the back of her spine and she moaned with pleasure. She grinded into my hand again as she looked at the screen at Pooja.

Me: Like what you see, Pooja?

Pooja (to me): Your date is super naughty, isn’t she? (taking off her blouse and bra)

Meera: Fuck! BOTH of you are so hot!

Me: I think it will be hotter if I did this!

She looked up at me. I snaked two of my fingers inside her dripping pussy and she let out a louder gasp of shock mixed with pleasure. Her ass raised off the mattress as she thumped her pussy firmly against my fingers. Her panties were getting drenched and Pooja moaned in approval.

Pooja: Damn! Look how wet you are. Show us that pussy!

Meera pulled off her panties and showed her pussy to the cam. Pooja took her panties off in response. Her pussy was glistening wet as she watched me finger Meera. She wanted us to do more.

Pooja: You guys should really fuck. I wanna shove a dildo in me and watch you.

Meera seemed to like that idea. She knelt in front of the screen. I took my pants off and she looked into my eyes and licked the tip of my throbbing cock. My dick twitched as my supervisor licked my cock. I looked at Pooja and she was moaning and gently rubbing her clit. She was wet and it dripped down her juicy thighs as Meera slobbered on my cock.

Meera looked so hot with her mouth full, and I turned her around to fuck her in doggy.

Meera: Finally! I get that cock in me! Like what you see, Pooja?

Pooja: I wanna see those juicy tits swing (moan, rub) as he fucks you!

Me: Say no more.

I smacked Meera’s ass and put my cock inside her. Meera groaned as I pounded into her. We looked good in the webcam footage and so did Pooja. Pooja got on all fours and thrust a huge dildo inside her.

Pooja: You guys are so hot!

Meera: You like watching (gasp) us fuck?

Pooja: Fuck yeah! (moans)

I could feel my load building at the sounds of these women moaning at each other. I grabbed onto my supervisor’s ass and squeezed it tight as I bust my load inside her warm pussy. Cum seeped out of Meera’s wet pussy as she rubbed it and watched Pooja. I reached around and squeezed her tits and put my other hand inside her. I sloshed my cum around inside Meera’s dripping cunt as she screamed louder with each stroke.

Pooja: Oh yea! I’m cumming you guys!

Meera: Fuck! Me too! Oh my god!

Meera’s body convulsed and she loosened herself and fell into the pillow in front of her. Her hips twitched as I rubbed her clit gently, making shivers go up and down her spine. Pooja’s pussy was dripping milky-white cum as she also fell back and breathed heavily.

I made out with Meera and she hopped on top of me. We bid farewell to the model Pooja. Meera paid her off and hopped on top of me and rode me all night. This has now become our regular thing and it has been fucking awesome!

I think everyone should experience it at least once in their life. It’s like a threesome, but with none of the pressure.

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