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Ashok and Savita were living with Annie and Alex since their landlord had asked them to leave due to a sex scandal. But now Savita wanted to move to her own house. So she started looking for a suitable house by herself. She wanted to give a surprise to Ashok.

As she went to the first house, she met Harsh Malik, the estate agent. She didn’t like the house. But she managed to seduce him so that he would show her a better one. So, will she like any of the houses that Harsh shows her?

Watch this video and find out: Episode 79 – House Hunting.

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Kishen is smitten by Maya aunty’s wondrous pussy. He is equally drawn into her pantie she’d tossed lying on the floor close to the bed.

Savi kneels in front of Maya’s chair–facing her pussy. She says, “Try to keep your eyes closed, Maya. As a woman who shares a similar kind of love with her husband like the one you had with yours, know that all that I am going to say and do with you is on behalf of him.”

Savi playfully runs her fingers and kisses lips along Maya’s plump thighs. Maya begins to breathe heavily. “Oh, I can see goosebumps on your thighs,” Savi says, and proceeds to teasingly blow on to her vagina by pouting her lips.”

“Nicely shaved! Glad to see you’ve come prepared, unlike the last time. You should have left some bush above, like a crown,” Savi says and proceeds to lick Maya. The back of his mother’s head was blocking his visibility of the oral action she was delivering.

But Kishen could tell from the way her head moved that she sure was alternating between licking Maya’s slit like it’s an ice cream cone and flickering her tongue on Maya’s clit like it’s a source of dripping nectar. Maya begins to moan and grabs Savi’s hair from behind.

Kishen sees her fair thighs and faces blushing red.

“Don’t stop, Prakash, don’t stop. Keep going. I’ve missed your tongue on my pussy,” moans Maya, taking the name of her late husband and Karthik’s father.

Savi asks, “You used to call him by his name?”

“Only whenever we got intimate. And he used to call me all kinds of derogatory words. I used to not like them at first, but then I got on to enjoying it.” Maya answers, her eyes still closed. She pushes Savi’s head back onto her pussy. “Finger me like how you used to do?”

“And how is that?” Savi asks while still licking her pussy.

“Shift a little to the side and poke your middle finger around my ass crack and hole, Prakash!” Maya instructs lost in pleasure.

Savi moving a little aside to do as instructed gives Kishen a fairly good view of Maya Aunty’s pussy being treated right. Maya spreads her butt-cheeks for Savi’s fingers.

“Hook your finger onto my asshole like you used to do, Prakash.”

Kishen sees Savi generously wetting the tip of her middle finger with her saliva and ‘hooking’ it into Maya’s hole while she continues to lick her  pussy. “Aah, I thought I would never get to experience this again, Prakash. Give me that finger. Let me wet it more for you like I used to do,” Maya says.

She pulls Savi’s hand to her mouth and licks and smears her spit all over her finger, and places it back into her ass crack. After a while, Maya guides the same finger to her pussy where Savi resumes the hooking.

“Mom could do a better job of fingering Maya aunty, or maybe that’s how she prefers it. If it were me, I would do exactly as Deepak fingered Gauri,” Kishen thinks.

“Faster! Prakash,” commands Maya. From under the bed, Kishen watches as his mother increases the pace of her fingering Maya aunty while simultaneously oral-ing her for minutes. She cums with a loud moan. Savi sits back on the floor after pushing Maya off her edge and watches her reel.

Even from under the bed, Kishen could make out Maya Aunty’s glistening, blood-red pussy palpitating. “Oh Savi! Thank you so so much! I will forever be indebted to you for all that you’ve given me. I only wish you had a cock so I could suck on it thinking of Prakash,” Maya says as she comes back to her senses.

With a naughty smile, Savi responds, “Is it so? I can arrange cock for you if you want.”

Maya is taken aback. Being the traditional and conservative being that she was, Maya could never imagine Savi would say something like that. She assumes Savi is talking about sharing her husband, Sunil, with her. But even that is so unimaginable for Maya.

“Whose cock?” Maya asks.

“I can give you some options there,” Savi says with a wide, naughty grin.

“What?!? You’re cheating on your husband?” Maya asks, jumping to that conclusion. Kishen sees her expression change to astonishment.

“Do you think I will ever cheat the love of my life?” Savi asks with a serious, no-naughty tone.

“No! But then, how are you able to offer me other men’s cocks.”

“Let me answer that by first asking you if you loved Prakash with all your heart?” Savi asks.

“Yes, and I still do and will never not love him, even though he is no more with me.”

“I know, and I love my Suni just as much, maybe more. And to put it in the best way you can understand. We love and trust each other so much that we are totally fine with each of us having physical relationships with other people.”

Maya’s head spins as she tries to process what she just heard from Savi.

“My God! I would never think of any other man than my husband. And he wouldn’t think of anyone else than me.” Says Maya, as she un-spreads her legs and rolls down her sari and petticoat to assume a normal sitting position. Savi proceeds to go back and sit on the bed.

Maya stares at the floor, lost in thought, processing Savi’s words. After a long pause, she asks, “So, you both never get jealous of each other? Are there no conflicts between you two? Who introduced the idea? What is it like? I have a lot of questions.”

“It’s a lot about love, trust, and open communication. Not as easy as it sounds. It is also about mutual respect and setting boundaries,” Savi answers.

“Don’t you ever feel guilty or remorseful?”

“Why should I? I am not cheating on my husband. Let me ask you something: even when Prakash was alive, did you not feel attracted to other men?”

“I did, but then I would dismiss it instantly, as any devoted wife should do.”

“Ok. Do you think Prakash may have felt an attraction to other women?”

“I used to catch him ogling at other women. I used to get annoyed.”

“See? It’s a natural tendency among men and women. So me and Suni, being open to each other, talked about it and, in time, decided to open up our sex lives to like-minded people.”

“Hai Bhagwan! I would never have told Prakash, even jokingly, that I am attracted to men other than him. And he would never have told me, too. We would have fought.”

“And that’s because you both are coming from a restrictive conservative background, like most people in our society. I am not saying that the love between you two was any less. But me and Suni have broken that shackle. We believe in harmless sexual liberation—something which I am trying to get you into, but ONLY if you are up for it. I see you suffering in the name of traditions when you don’t have to. I hope you won’t judge me with the conservative mindset you’ve been living your whole life in,” Savi explains.

“I will never judge you, Savi. Last week, you’ve become the first woman ever to have licked my pussy. You have already liberated me by a great deal. You’ve taught me to embrace, for the first time, the woman-lover in me that I had hated and loathed my entire life.”

“Ha, if you call that ‘liberation’, then mind you, it is just the tip of the iceberg.”

Maya’s eyes widen. Savi (and Kishen, from under the bed) sees sexual desire return to her eyes.

“You are a very lucky woman. Savi. You are living the life of the dirty thoughts I have, which I admit I desire and find hot. But I am forced to suppress and fend them off. Here I am feeling guilty just for thinking of them, often helplessly, and here you are enjoying it all guilt-free.”

“You’re not forced to suppress it, Maya. Your tradition conditions you. And, by the way, do you mind telling me what those dirty thoughts are? You didn’t tell me even the last time we met.”

Maya is hesitant. She says, “I’m afraid you will Judge me.”

“Really Maya? Do you think your horny best friend-cum-slut will judge you? I won’t judge you even if you decide not to tell me anything.”

Maya gets up from the chair, begins removing her saree, and says, “I couldn’t lick your pussy last week after you made me cum for the first time in years. I was so overwhelmed and consumed by thoughts about what I had just gotten into. Allow me to return the favour now. I will tell you my filthy thoughts as I pleasure you. You will see how much slutty my thoughts can get.”

Seeing Maya undress, Savi also gets up from the bed and quickly undresses. Maya pushes Savi on the bed and gets up on it. From under the bed, Kishen could see no action anymore. He could only gauge what they’d be doing by listening closely to them and how the bed shook and creaked.

Knowing that the action has begun, Kishen quietly extends his hand out from under the bed and grabs the two ladies’ panties lying on the floor. He sniffs Maya Aunty’s pantie while slow-stroking his cock with his mom’s pantie. His nose, for the first time, registers the sweet aroma of Maya Aunty’s pantie.

His ears tune into any sound or conversation from the ladies. “I am now sniffing the panties of even my friend’s mom,” he thinks. “I should have borrowed one of Fidah Aunty’s panties as well.”

Silence ensued after they got on the bed. The shaking of the bed was minimal—near undetectable. He could hear only the faint sounds of body parts moving against the bedsheet.

“It feels so good when your plumpy, sweaty breast rests against mine,” Kishen hears Savi say. He assumes they’re lying next to each other. “Perhaps mom is lying on her back, and Maya aunty is on her side, with maximum body contact,” Kishen guessed. He longs to catch a glimpse.

“Your armpit smells so good. I’ve always liked your perfume,” he hears Maya respond. “The aroma is subtle. Even Fidah has a distinct smell of her attar, but it is often too strong.”

“Yes, you’re right. Even I noticed it.”

Kishen then hears his mom giggling and saying, “Stop licking my armpits,” Maya laughs, saying, “It tastes so good.”

Kishen tunes into their small talks and giggles accompanied by playful cuddling, It was very unlike the mature women they are. He is aroused and as well amused.

Like how two women/girls would show off, compare and praise the intricacies of the sophisticated dresses they wore on special occasions, Savi and Maya were feeling up and complimenting each other birthday suits. The genuine, lustful cross-firing of compliments entailed,

The roundness of the ass, its puffy-ness, the nipple’s pointy-ness, the shade of the areolas, the elegance of the wrists, the seductiveness of the neck, the shape of the navel, the beauty of the feet, etc. Kishen hears Maya say she finds Savi’s eyes and smile beautiful.

Savi pecks on Maya’s “Cutie chubby cheeks.” The sound of the ‘peck’ and Maya’s giggle that followed was soon followed by the sound of kissing and smooching. It was initially faint for Kishen’s ears but grew as the ladies engaged in sloppy deep-kissing.

Soon enough, he hears them both moaning, accompanied by the bed shaking. Both the moaning and shaking increase in intensity with each passing second. Kishen pictures them fingering each other with their bodies stuck together as they compete to climax with one another.

“If only the dressing table mirror faced the bed so that I could see them from under here,” he wishes.

In time, Kishen hears Savi’s climaxing moan, followed by Maya’s. The bed-shaking subsides, and so do the moans that are now replaced by the sounds of their panting.

“I owe you more, Savi. Let me lick that pussy of yours.” Maya says.

“There’s no hurry, Maya. Rest and regain some composure.”

“Are you sure we have enough time? What if Sunil (Savi’s husband) or Kishen returns?”

“We will hear them ring the calling bell. Don’t worry. Sunil’s away. Kishen’s at Fidah’s house.”

“So, since you and Sunil are so close, did you tell him about me, I mean, us?”

“No. That would be breaking your trust. I won’t tell me unless you want me to.”

“So, don’t you feel guilty of hiding things from your husband?”

“Not really, I know he won’t mind. And it’s not like I am having sex with another man, which, by the way, he wouldn’t mind as well. I would, of course, have sought his permission if I were to be with another man.’

“I still can’t believe you are so open about sex and all with your husband. I thought stuff like these only happened in fantasies and sex stories.”

“You read sex stories?”

“Yeah, I found Karthik’s stash of adult magazines hidden in our room. I was very angry, and I scolded him. I burned it all. But he started collecting them again. When I found out, I didn’t tell him. He has no idea I go through them.”

“Wow, what kind of stories did you come across?”

“Most of them are movie magazines with actress pictures. But a few storybooks are also there that I found hot. There were cheating stories, more than two people having sex, and stories of sex between family members. Aunts, in-laws, cousins, and even mom and siblings. I was shocked! I thought if I was raising a pervert.”

“Hey, no. Karthik is a good boy. All boys his age are horny.”

“I know, and thank God he and his friends got sex education class at the right time from you after I told you about that incident with his aunt.”

“Wow, Karthik had an incident with his aunt!” Kishen wonders from under the bed.

“Ha ha, everyone makes horny little mistakes in life. We shouldn’t be harsh to them because of that,” says Savi. “But do you get pervy, dirty or creepy vibes from him now? Then he may need a little more classes.”

“No, nothing like that. But please keep this between us, Savi. Going by our living conditions, with one small room for us three, we sometimes feel each other’s heat.”

Hearing the conversation, Kishen retrospects the conversation he, Deepak and Tariq had with Karthik earlier that day at the playground.

“And do you do anything about it?”

“What to do? I suppress it, including the dirty thoughts that come up. I assume Karthik and Shalini also do the same. But the two of them have gotten so close recently, and I am worried about it.”

“How close?”

“At night, when they sleep on the floor, I sometimes hear them talk sex, whispering to each other. They think I am asleep. They talk about their kinks, what they wish could do, share stories, and all. I have never seen or heard them make out or anything. But I think they are playing with the fire of lust. And hearing them makes me so horny sometimes. I finger myself, listening to them closely. Do you want to hear about their kinks?”

“As much as the horny me wants to, I shouldn’t. What you’re doing, Maya is gossiping and is a breach of privacy and sex etiquette. Respecting privacy is very important if you’re going to embrace the open sex life that I am offering you. Just like how I wouldn’t tell my husband or anyone. Do you understand?”

“Yes, dear. I’m sorry!”

“Arrey, don’t apologize. And, coming back to your concern, why don’t you make them sleep separately, then? I mean, you could make either Shalini or Karthik sleep with you on the bed.”

“I’ve tried all that.”

“And?”

“In my horniness, I get touchy with them. I think they are also reciprocating. Once, in his sleep—but I’m not sure if he was pretending to sleep. Karthik felt my breasts and thighs. Shalini told once that she and Karthik were awakened one night by the sound of me moaning, “Prakash, Prakash.” Apparently I was spooning my son and hugging him tight while doing that. And more than once, me and my daughter woke up to our hands cupping each other’s breasts or even down there. It happened a few times, even with Karthik also. So, nowadays, I sleep alone. But I’m worried if my son and daughter will go the wrong path.”

“I’ve taught Karthik and the boys about consent, manners, and not crossing the line. If he remembers all that, I guess it should be fine. I think them talking about sex and kinks is their way of dealing with their heat.”

“What if they decide to get intimate to ‘release their heat’”

“My answer may shock you, but they are now two consenting adults. They very well know what they are doing. So, if they get to that there is nothing much you can do. And I believe it is fine as long as it’s consensual and harmless.”

“What? But they are brother and sister.”

“I know the best you can do is communicate with them. That may help prevent your worst fear from happening.”

“But how can a mother talk about all these with her children?”

“See, that’s the conservative, backward mindset I hate to see you have. Who else can guide them? I’m sure our education system is more backward than you regarding that. Can I ask you something, Maya? Will you get angry?”

“Ask.”

“Are you attracted to Karthik in any way? Is that also part of your dirty thoughts?”

A brief pause ensues. Maya then utters, “I see my husband in my son. It makes him adorable and me proud. But sometimes, I see in him the same heat I see in Prakash. See Savi, my worst fear is not my son and daughter making out with each other. It is as if I may cross the line with them, especially with my son. He sometimes looks at me like he knows I want sex. My daughter, too. I shield it all by pretending to be extra strict where I shout at them for silly reasons hoping that it will kill the sinful mood.”

“What you’re doing, Maya, is not good. It’s toxic suppression and futile. Tell me honestly, nothing ever happened between you all?”

“No, except for those awkward moments while sleeping. And you know what’s super embarrassing? I once heard my children talk about my sexual urges. They were telling me how sometimes I look so horny and how they wish I got sex somehow. And I even heard them tell that they think that I think I know, too, when they are horny. And they laughed about it.”

“Oh my! What’s holding you back then, from conversing with them? Not talking about all these is like leaving your children to fend on their own, which can be risky. Besides, you will get a good hold of guiding them better instead of having to worry about them.”

“I will definitely try, Savi. I understand now these are matters that are not to be shunned or suppressed. Oh dear Savi, by opening the floodgates of my suppressed sexual desire, you’ve also opened my eyes in many ways, Savi. But tell me, am I a bad woman for having lust towards my children, especially my son?”

“No, Maya. And you don’t need my or anyone’s validation. Remember the big picture of who you are. More than me, Fidah, or Hema, you’re the epitome of a sacrificing mother. Lustful thoughts towards your children, that too one that’s not acted upon, can never be what defines you—even if you act on it—as long as it’s consensual .”

“ And harmless.” Maya completes Savi’s sentence.

Hearing the conversation, Kishen is amazed at how his mother just delivered her version of the same insights about consensual incest that he got from Manoj Sir and the circle. He sees in Maya aunty a version of his past guilt-ridden self, which is especially unnecessary since she hasn’t even done anything.

He hopes she overcomes it in time, with broader, wilder indulgences, just like he did. He also realizes he is the sole person on earth who’s had the chance to hear both Maya Aunty’s and her son Karthik’s situation of sexual tension-cum-starvation.

He realizes that his best friend (Karthik) and his family (Maya aunty and Shalini Didi), too, deserve to have a rich, fulfilling, and liberating sex life. Having explained to Maya her perspective on sex and sexual living, Savi hopes Maya will steer the conversation back to the ‘cock offer’ she made.

But Maya doesn’t. Instead, she affectionately looks deep into Savi’s eyes with a loving smile. She cups Savi’s chin with her palms and proceeds to kiss her. Savi reciprocates. Kishen hears them kiss for minutes.

“I want 69 position just like how my son’s sex stories describe it.” Kishen hears Maya say.

“Sure thing, love. Let’s do 69 position with our breasts first—where you suck mine, and I suck yours,” Savi suggests.

Kishen hears them move into position. He resumes the stroking of his cock, aided by their panties. He is so tempted to steal a peek at the action above—to see who is on top and who is at the bottom of the breasts-69. His ears pick up on the faint nipple-suckling sounds.

He continues to stroke himself as he tries to picture their actions. Minutes pass as suckling moans echo. Kishen imagines their nipples to have gotten pretty swollen like Gauri’s (part 19).

“If only I could see.”

Kishen hears them move.

“They’re going for it, the real 69 position!”

Soon enough, faint licking moans begin to echo. Imagine that with the 69 position. Their thighs would hopefully block their peripheral (side) vision. Kishen thinks of taking a peek.

Just as he decides to make the move, he hears Maya say, “Ahh, my elbows and shoulders are starting to ache, Savi. I wish I weren’t this fat. I’m finding it hard to support my body.”

“Ok, so Maya aunty is the one on on top, and my mother is lying below,” Kishen says to himself.

“You’re not fat but curvy, Maya. It’s what makes you so sexy and adorable at the same time. We can still do the 69 position by lying sideways. It’s low effort and convenient. And take it slow. Enjoy the process, Maya.”

Kishen hears them move to assume the modified 69 position. Trying to picture them mentally, he thinks, “Now, one of them is facing the wall, and one of them is facing the open end of the bed. The question is, who? One of them will surely see me if I peek now. If it is my mom who’s facing the open end, then I should have no problem. Mom should be capable of reacting discreetly. But if it’s Maya aunty facing the open end, then God only knows how she will react. Should I peek, or should I not? What a fucked up day! First, my mother teases me. Then Fidah aunty teases me (part 20), and now this! Can my day get any worse?”

Just then, Maya moans, “Oh, I so wish for a cock.”

“The offer is still available, Maya.”

“No! I meant Right Now!”

Kishen’s horny ears had heard enough. He needed no more convincing. “Looks like Mr. Bond has got yet another opportunity to make a grand, disruptive entrance. Don’t falter this time, Kishen,” he says to himself.

Kishen ‘gift-wraps’ his cock with his mom’s pantie, wears Maya Aunty’s pantie-like spider man mask and comes out from under the bed.

To be continued. Feedback: [email protected].

“Ready?” Prijesh’s voice was low, a smirk playing on his lips as he held out the blindfold.

Sandhya took a deep breath, heart racing. “Yes,” she replied, feeling the cool fabric slip over her eyes.

“Good girl,” Prijesh said, his voice a gentle rumble in the quiet room. He tied the blindfold securely, ensuring she was in complete darkness.

Sandhya felt his fingers trace the curve of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “Now, let’s get you dressed,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear.

She felt him place a set of unfamiliar clothing in her hands: a delicate lace bra and panties, a soft, silky nightgown. “These are my sister’s,” he murmured, a hint of mischief in his tone. She blushed but didn’t object, feeling a thrill of excitement at the forbidden nature of their roleplay.

“Why am I wearing your sister’s dress?” she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and arousal.

“Because you’re playing the part of my naughty little sister tonight,” Prijesh replied, his voice a soft growl.

Sandhya’s breath hitched. “This is so wrong,” she whispered, but the excitement in her voice was unmistakable.

“Shh,” Prijesh chuckled, his hands guiding hers to put on the lingerie. “But it feels so right, doesn’t it?”

Sandhya nodded, a soft moan escaping her lips as the fabric caressed her skin. She slipped into the nightgown, feeling it hug her curves in all the right places. “How did you get her clothes?” she wondered aloud, her voice a sultry whisper.

“Let’s just say she won’t be needing them tonight,” Prijesh said, his tone teasing. He stepped back, admiring her. “Perfect,” he murmured. “You look just like my little sis.”

Sandhya’s cheeks flushed. “Does she wear these often?”

“Only at night,” Prijesh replied, his voice thick with suggestion. He stepped closer, his hand brushing against the bare skin of her thigh. “Now, let’s get into character,” he said, his touch sending electric jolts through her body.

Sandhya felt a thrill of anticipation. “What are we doing with her clothes?” she asked, her voice a breathy whisper.

Prijesh leaned in closer, his voice a seductive purr. “We’re playing a game,” he said, his fingertips tracing the edge of the lace panties. “And in this game, you’re my naughty little sister.”

Sandhya felt a shiver of excitement. “What kind of game?” she breathed, her pulse racing.

“A very kinky one,” Prijesh said, his voice dropping to a whisper. He stepped behind her, his hands sliding around her waist. “You’re going to be my little sister,” he murmured, his words sending a delicious shiver down her spine.

“But how do you know she wears these clothes at night?” Sandhya asked, playing along with a coy smile, her voice filled with innocent curiosity.

“Because, naughty little sister, I’ve caught her in them before,” Prijesh said, his tone playfully scolding.

Sandhya’s breath hitched at the thought. “How?” she asked, her voice a seductive purr.

“Let’s just say I walked in on her when she didn’t expect me,” Prijesh replied, his grip on her waist tightening.

Sandhya’s imagination raced. “Was she doing something… kinky?” she asked, her voice a breathy whisper.

“Exactly,” Prijesh said, his hands moving up to cup her breasts through the lace.

Sandhya felt a surge of excitement at his words. “What was she doing?” she repeated, playing the part.

“Masturbating,” Prijesh whispered into her ear, his breath hot and heavy. “Spreading her legs and playing with herself like a dirty little slut.”

Sandhya gasped, her body responding to the crude words. “Did you watch her?” she asked, playing along.

“Of course,” Prijesh said, his voice thick with lust. “I couldn’t resist. She looked so hot, her hand buried between her legs, playing with her tight little pussy.”

Sandhya’s breath quickened at the explicit description. “What did you do?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“I watched,” Prijesh said, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. “I watched until she came, her body shaking with pleasure. And then…”

“What happened?” Sandhya’s voice was barely a whisper, her heart pounding in her chest.

“After watching her, I wanted to do the same scene with you,” Prijesh said, his voice thick with desire.

Sandhya felt her knees go weak. “Here?” she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.

“Here,” Prijesh confirmed, his voice firm. “On her bed, just like she does.”

Sandhya’s heart raced as he guided her to the bed, his touch firm yet gentle. She felt the softness of the sheets under her, and the excitement grew more intense.

“Just like my sister,” Prijesh murmured, his hand caressing her cheek. “So innocent, yet so desperate for a taste of the forbidden.”

Sandhya moaned softly, the idea of playing his sister’s role turning her on more than she ever thought possible. “What do you want me to do in her bed?” she whispered, her voice full of anticipation.

“Spread your legs,” Prijesh instructed, his voice low and commanding. “Just like she does.”

Sandhya obeyed, her legs parting slowly, revealing the dampness between her thighs. “Oh, you’re already so wet,” he observed, his voice filled with approval.

“I can’t help it,” she confessed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal. “We should not do this in her bed, with her clothes. This is wrong. She may notice it.”

“That’s the thrill,” Prijesh murmured, his hand tracing the damp fabric of her panties.

Sandhya felt his fingertips graze her clit, and she gasped, arching her back. “P-Prijesh,” she stuttered, her voice a mix of pleasure and surprise.

“Call me ‘brother’ tonight,” he whispered, his breath warm against her neck.

Sandhya nodded, her heart racing. “Okay, brother,” she murmured, feeling the thrill of their taboo game.

Prijesh’s hand slid beneath her panties, his fingers finding her slick folds. “You’re such a naughty little sister,” he said, his voice a gruff whisper.

“Brother,” Sandhya moaned, her body responding to his touch. The word felt strange on her lips, but the thrill of their forbidden roleplay only heightened her arousal.

“That’s it,” Prijesh said, his voice low and encouraging. “Now tell me, what do you do when you’re a naughty little sister?”

“I-I play with myself,” Sandhya whispered, her face flushing even hotter. She felt his hand guide hers down to her pussy.

“That’s right,” Prijesh said, his voice a gentle rumble. “Just like my sister does.”

Sandhya’s heart raced as she felt her hand guided by his. She’d never talked so explicitly with him before, and the excitement was intoxicating. “And what do you do?” she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.

“I watch,” Prijesh said, his voice a deep, dark growl. “I watch my naughty little sister play with herself, her hand moving faster and faster until she reaches her peak.”

“And, just watch??” she said, her voice barely audible, her hand mimicking the actions he described.

“Yes,” Prijesh’s voice was a hoarse whisper, his breathing heavy with desire. “I couldn’t take my eyes off her, seeing her pleasure herself.”

Sandhya’s hand grew bolder, mimicking the strokes she imagined his sister doing. “And when she was done, what did you do?” she breathed out, her arousal building.

“I’d jerk off,” Prijesh said, his voice thick with lust. “Imagining it was me fucking her instead.”

Sandhya’s breath hitched at his bluntness. “Here?” she asked, her hand stalling for a moment.

“No, not here,” Prijesh said, his voice firm. “In the bathroom.”

Sandhya felt a pang of disappointment, but she nodded, understanding the need for secrecy.

“Now, I want you to do it here,” she told him, her voice trembling with excitement.

Prijesh felt his cock thicken at the sound of his wife’s wanton invitation. “Yes, sister,” he murmured, his hand guiding her own to continue her intimate exploration.

Sandhya’s hand grew more confident, her fingers dancing over her swollen clit. “Brother,” she whimpered, the word a delicious sin on her lips.

Prijesh’s eyes roved over her, taking in the sight of his wife dressed in his sister’s lingerie, her hand working between her legs. He couldn’t believe how much this was turning him on. He stepped closer, his hand finding his erection, stroking it through his pants. “Look up,” he instructed, his voice a low growl.

Sandhya tilted her head back, her blindfolded eyes searching for his. “What is it?” she asked, her voice breathless.

“Nothing,” Prijesh lied, his gaze drawn to the framed picture on the wall. It was a portrait of his sister, dressed similarly to what Sandhya was wearing now. The resemblance was uncanny, and it was all he could do to keep his voice steady.

Sandhya’s hand stilled for a moment, her eyes searching the darkness. “Brother?” she questioned, her voice filled with uncertainty.

“Keep playing,” Prijesh ordered, his voice tight with arousal. “Pretend I’m not here.”

Sandhya swallowed hard, the idea of being watched by her ‘brother’ adding to her excitement. She resumed her movements, her hand gliding over her wetness. “But you are here,” she murmured, her voice a soft protest.

“Yeah, I am,” Prijesh said, his voice gruff. “But you’re so lost in the moment, you don’t even realize it.”

Sandhya bit her lip, her hand moving faster. “I’m naughty, aren’t I?” she whispered, playing the part of the curious sister.

“So naughty,” Prijesh agreed, his voice a deep rumble of approval. “Just like she was.”

Sandhya’s body tensed at his words, her hand moving more urgently. “What did she do?” she panted, her voice high with excitement.

“She played with her pussy,” Prijesh said, his voice thick with lust. “Just like you’re doing now.”

Sandhya’s breath hitched, her hand moving faster in response to his words. “Brother,” she moaned, the taboo word rolling off her tongue.

“That’s it,” Prijesh encouraged, his hand moving in time with hers. “You’re just like her.”

Sandhya’s breathing grew ragged as she masturbated for him, the kinky words spilling from his mouth fueling her desire. She felt her orgasm building, her body trembling with need.

“Brother, I’m going to cum,” she whimpered, her hand moving frantically over her clit.

“Do it,” Prijesh urged his voice tight with his own need. “Cum for me, naughty little sister.”

Sandhya’s hand moved in a frenzied motion, her breathing ragged as she approached climax. “Brother,” she moaned, her voice a desperate plea.

“Cum for me,” Prijesh urged, his hand matching her rhythm. His eyes never left her face, watching the pleasure build in her expression.

Sandhya’s hand moved faster, her breaths shallow and quick. “I’m going to cum,” she whispered the words of a sweet confession in the darkness.

“That’s it,” Prijesh murmured, his voice a gentle coax. “Cum for me, baby, cum on her panty.”

Sandhya’s body convulsed, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. She felt her pussy clench around her fingers, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. She moaned, her hand moving frantically until the last shudder passed through her.

Prijesh climbed onto the bed. “Good girl,” he said, his voice a gentle coax. “You’re just like my sister.”

Sandhya felt a thrill of excitement at the comparison. “Brother,” she murmured, her voice a breathy whisper. “What now?”

“Now,” Prijesh said, his voice low and seductive, “you’re going to get a taste of what she’s been getting.” He climbed onto the bed, his weight shifting the mattress beneath her.

Sandhya felt his hand slide down her body over the damp fabric of the panties. “What does she do?” she asked, her voice a mix of excitement and trepidation.

“She takes off her panties,” Prijesh said, his voice a gruff whisper. “And she lets me see everything.”

Sandhya’s heart raced as she felt his hand tugging at the fabric, his fingertips grazing her sensitive skin. With trembling hands, she helped him slide the damp panties down her legs.

“Good girl,” Prijesh murmured, his voice thick with lust. He tossed the lacy garment aside, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

Sandhya felt the mattress shift as he moved closer, his body heat searing through the thin material of the nightgown. “What do you want?” she asked, her voice a needy whisper.

“I want to fuck you,” Prijesh said, his voice a raw, primal growl. “Just like I would fuck my sister.”

Sandhya’s heart raced the dirty words, painting a vivid picture in her mind. “Do it,” she begged, her voice shaking with need. “Fuck me, brother.”

Prijesh didn’t need any more encouragement. He yanked the nightgown up, exposing her bare ass to the cool air. His cock, now free from his pants, nudged against her wetness. “Ready?” he asked, his voice a gruff whisper.

Sandhya nodded, her heart racing. “Yes, brother,” she murmured, feeling a thrill at the depraved words leaving her lips.

Prijesh thrust into her, filling her. “Oh, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice a mix of pleasure and disbelief.

Sandhya gasped, her body stretching around him. “Brother,” she moaned, the word sounding so wrong yet so right in this moment.

Prijesh’s hips pumped into her, his hand gripping her hip tightly. “You like that?” he grunted, his voice a harsh whisper.

“Yes, brother,” Sandhya moaned, the word feeling foreign yet so right in the heat of the moment. Her body was a livewire of sensation, each stroke of his cock sending sparks through her.

Prijesh’s grunts grew louder, his breath hot against her neck. “Cum for me,” he rasped, his thrusts growing more urgent.

Sandhya’s body tightened around him, her orgasm building once more. “Cumming,” she gasped, her voice a breathless whisper.

Prijesh’s movements grew erratic, his hips slamming into hers. “Fuck, yes,” he groaned, feeling his release approaching.

“Do it,” Sandhya begged, her voice trembling. “Cum on her bed.”

Prijesh’s thrusts grew more urgent, his breath hot against her ear. “Say it,” he demanded, his voice tight with need. “Say you want me to cum on your sister’s bed.”

“Brother, please,” Sandhya moaned, her voice a desperate whine. “Cum on her bed, make it dirty.”

Prijesh’s grip tightened, his movements growing more erratic. “You’re so fucking naughty,” he whispered, his voice a harsh growl.

“Brother,” Sandhya panted, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. “Do it,” she urged, her voice a needy whine.

Prijesh’s grunts grew louder, his hips slamming into her with reckless abandon. “I’m going to cum,” he warned, his voice thick with lust.

“Cum for me,” Sandhya urged, her body trembling beneath him. She felt the warmth of his seed fill her, the sensation sending her over the edge once more.

Prijesh groaned, his body shuddering with the force of his climax. He pulled out his cock and cum on his sister’s bed. “Fuck,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Sandhya lay there, panting, her body still trembling with pleasure. “Brother,” she murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction.

Prijesh leaned over her, his breathing ragged. “Naughty little sister,” he whispered, his hand stroking her hair.

Sandhya giggled, the thrill of their roleplay still buzzing through her. “Brother,” she whispered back, the word feeling deliciously wrong on her lips.

Prijesh’s cock twitched, still hard despite his recent release. “Let’s go,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “We don’t want to get caught.”

Sandhya nodded, her heart racing. She could feel the sticky warmth of his cum between her thighs, a reminder of their taboo play. Together, they moved quietly, careful not to disturb the room, leaving the cum in his sister’s bed and her dresses in her laundry bag.

“Thank you for letting me be part of your fantasy,” she whispered, her voice still hoarse from her moans.

“Thank you for being such a good sport,” Prijesh replied, his voice a mix of love and lust. He helped her to her feet, his hand lingering on her bare hip.

“Brother,” she whispered, her voice still thick with arousal. “Someone might see us. Let us go to our room. You want me to come nude now?”

“Don’t worry,” Prijesh murmured, his hand sliding down to caress her ass. “It’s just us.”

But as they made their way back to their room, a prickle of unease crept up Sandhya’s spine. She couldn’t shake the feeling that they weren’t alone. Her steps grew tentative, her heart racing in her chest.

Prijesh noticed her hesitation and whispered, “What’s wrong?” His hand tightened around her waist, guiding her through the dark hallway.

Sandhya gulped. “I-I think someone’s watching us,” she confessed, her voice trembling.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm her. “Let’s go,” he said, his voice firm. “We’re just going to our room.”

Prijesh’s cock was still hard, the thrill of their secret escapade pulsing through his veins.

Sandhya’s hand was shaking as she led him back to their room, her heart racing. She could feel the warm stickiness of his cum slowly trickling down her thighs, the evidence of their taboo act.

“In here,” she whispered, pushing the door open with trembling fingers. The room was a haven, their little bubble of normalcy in the midst of their kinky roleplay.

The two eyes see Sandhya’s nude and Prijesh’s hard are still in shock.

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Hello all, I’m Vikarn. I’m back with another story. First of all, thank you, ISS for publishing my stories and the beautiful readers.

Disclaimer: – This is a story sent by one of my readers. As per the request, I have changed the name and have done a little editing on the sexual part. The rest is the same as my reader sent it.

Do read, enjoy and share your feedback at [email protected]. Now, let’s continue with the story.

Let me quickly tell you guys about us. I’m Surya, currently 29 years old and working in the IT sector. My wife, Gunjan, is 34 years old. We had a love marriage. We met in my office, and something clicked between us, and we dated for a while.

During our relationship time, Gunjan got pregnant. So our parents had no option but to agree to our marriage irrespective of our age. We had a lavish wedding. Everything went well for a couple of years, and the sex was too amazing. We used to try new positions now and then.

Everything changed with Gunjan’s promotion. I have a travelling job. Once, I was out for 2 weeks, and when I came back, I saw a new lady in my house. The woman was in her late 30s. She looked to be in shape, with a full figure and a pleasant smile. Her name was Arpita, and she was our new maid.

“My work has increased and timings too. We need someone who can take care of things like cleaning and cooking. Arpita came highly recommended by a friend of mine, so I agreed without hesitation,” Gunjan said.

The first few days went smoothly. Arpita did an excellent job at keeping the house clean, and she also cooked delicious meals for us. But as time passed, something started to change. My wife Gunjan started spending more time in the office handling meetings and clients sometimes even during weekends.

I know she got promoted which in turn made her work more. But I never thought it would affect our marriage life. We used to spend most of our free time together, but now she was always busy. It wasn’t just about work either; other changes were happening as well.

Our sex life began to suffer because of all this stress and pressure. The spark was gone. One day, when I came back from work, I saw the maid preparing dinner in the kitchen. She was wearing one of my wife’s white kurtas over her black leggings.

I went in and hugged her from behind, thinking it was Gunjan. She turned around quickly and gave me a surprised look before realising who I was. Then she smiled awkwardly and said, “Hello, sir.” I felt embarrassed and apologised, saying I thought you were my wife.

She laughed nervously and replied, “Yes, Sir, I’m sorry if I startled you.” She then continued with cooking. Later that night, I asked Gunjan “why Arpita was wearing your clothes. She said, “She borrowed them since she didn’t have any spare ones.” I didn’t say anything.

The next morning, I got up early and went downstairs to make coffee for myself. As usual, Arpita was already awake and making breakfast for everyone. After that unexpected hug, although I was nervous and embarrassed, deep down somewhere I liked it too.

Feeling guilty about it, I decided not to let these thoughts bother me anymore. However, soon after returning from work, I saw Gunjan was not there. I called her and learned that she wouldn’t be back before 11 pm. She asked me to continue with the dinner and not to wait for her.

I sat down and ate alone while watching TV. When I finished eating, I went upstairs to take a shower. While taking a shower, the first time, Arpita came to my mind. I started thinking about that hug. It was so amazing and arousing. Suddenly, I realised how much I missed being intimate with my wife.

I wanted to hold her close again and feel her warmth against my body. I wanted to kiss her lips softly and taste her sweet breath. I couldn’t stop myself from getting hard. Suddenly, the hot water stopped flowing, and I realised that I was losing control over myself. My cock became rock solid and very sensitive.

I tried to calm myself down by focusing on breathing deeply, but my erection wouldn’t go away. Instead, it only grew bigger and harder. Finally, I managed to turn off the tap. I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped and a plan in my mind.

I walked into my bedroom and found Arpita folding the clothes. She looked up at me and smiled shyly. I immediately apologised and said, “I didn’t know you were here, sorry.” She giggled and said, “No problem, Sir.” She continued doing what she was doing. I stood there silently, observing her movements.

She was beautiful indeed. Her long dark hair fell down her back gracefully. Then I excused myself and went near the wardrobe and started taking out my clothes. I called her name and started talking about the dinner. Then I deliberately untied my towel, and it fell.

Although I was facing the wardrobe, I’m sure she saw my ass. I heard her gasp and hurriedly picked up the towel and tied it again. I felt bad for teasing her like that, but I couldn’t help myself. I took my clothes and turned. I’m sure she noticed my hard dick since I saw her gasp again and close her eyes.

From that moment onwards, whenever possible, I tried to show off my body to her. Sometimes intentionally, sometimes unintentionally. Most times, I succeeded. Every time she caught sight of me naked, she blushed fiercely and averted her gaze.

Despite being married, I still enjoyed having another woman appreciate my body. Soon, I figured out a strategy to tease her further. Whenever I changed, I would leave the door slightly open so that she could see inside my room. But I couldn’t guess whether she was watching me or not.

One day, I did the same, and I heard Gunjan asking Arpita, “What are you doing here, Arpita?” That was the hint I needed. After hearing Gunjan shouting at Arpita, it was confirmed that Arpita was peeking at me, and I wanted that too.

After that incident, I started leaving the door wide open every time I changed. And I always made sure to give her a good view of my bulge. I waited for the day when Gunjan had to work late. Finally, I received a message from Gunjan when I was at work.

It read that she would be late due to a couple of meetings and asked me to have my dinner as she would have it in her cafeteria. This was perfect timing! I sent her a quick reply confirming that I’ll do it. After finishing my work, I rushed home.

When I reached home, I saw Arpita working in the kitchen. She greeted me with a warm smile. I asked her to bring me a glass of water, and I went to my room. I started changing and left the door wide open. Within moments, I heard footsteps approaching.

There she was, standing right outside my room and peeking intently at me. Her face was flushed red, and she seemed unable to tear her eyes away from my semi-erect cock. I knew what she wanted, and I decided to oblige. Slowly, I reached down and stroked my shaft, causing it to grow even larger.

Her eyes widened, and her cheeks turned an even darker shade of crimson and everything was visible in the full-sized mirror I had in my bedroom. I said, “Arpita, I know you are standing out. You can come in if you want to. I’m just changing. Please don’t hesitate to enter if you wish.”

She entered slowly and looked at me. Her hands trembled as she approached me. I could tell she was nervous but also excited. She immediately said, “Sorry, Sir, don’t take me wrong. I was standing and waiting for you to complete. I didn’t see anything. Please don’t tell ma’am about it.”

I chuckled and replied, ” Don’t worry, Arpita, I won’t tell anyone. Besides, I like when you peek at me while I change clothes.” She blushed profusely, and her eyes darted towards the floor. I decided to push things further.

“I think you like seeing me naked, don’t you?” I teased. She nodded vigorously, and her voice cracked as she said, “Yes, Sir, I love watching you undress. Your body is so amazing, and I have never seen such a big cock.”

I smiled broadly and said, “Well then, maybe we should do something about it.” Before she could respond, I moved closer to her and placed my hand on her cheek. Her dark skin was soft and smooth under my touch. I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips.

At first, she resisted, but then she relaxed and returned my kiss passionately. I pulled her closer to me, and our bodies pressed against each other. Our tongues danced together, exploring each other’s mouths. I ran my fingers through her hair, holding her head firmly against mine.

I broke the kiss and whispered, “You’re so beautiful, Arpita. I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I saw you.” She whimpered softly and pressed herself against me. While my other hand explored her body, feeling her curves through her clothes. She was a bit healthy, and she had amazing curves.

Her breasts were full and firm, and her hips flared out beautifully. I slid my hand underneath her top and rubbed her back while still kissing her. She moaned loudly, and her nails dug into my shoulders. I could feel her nipples hardening against my chest.

I slipped my hand inside her pants and caressed her ass over her panties. She moaned loudly, causing me to chuckle. “You like that?” I whispered. She nodded eagerly. I slipped my hand inside her panty and started fingering her ass hole.

She shivered violently, and her legs quaked. I pushed my finger deeper, and she cried out, “Oh god, yes, Sir!” I used my free hand to pull down her top and bra, exposing her gorgeous tits. They were firm and perky, and her erect nipples begged to be sucked upon.

I lowered my head and captured one of them between my lips, swirling my tongue around its sensitive peak. She threw her head back and moaned loudly. “That feels so fucking good, Sir!” She cried out. I loved hearing her beg for more.

I continued sucking and licking her tits until they were covered in saliva. I continued sucking on her nipple, alternating between licking and biting it gently. Meanwhile, I kept fingering her asshole, making sure to rub her G-spot. I moved my mouth lower and planted kisses all along her stomach.

As I neared her pussy, I could smell her arousal wafting through the air. She was soaking wet. I reached the waistband of her pants, unbuttoned her pants and slid them down her legs. She stepped out of them, and I tossed them aside. I knelt before her and began to remove her panties.

To my surprise, she was clean between her legs, and there was not a single strand of hair. Only her lovely dark pink slit came into my view. It was dripping wet, begging for attention. With that, I got rid of her panties, too, and she stepped out of them. Now, she stood completely naked in front of me.

God! What a sexy creature she was. My heart raced as I gazed upon her beauty. Her dark brown skin shimmered in the light, accentuating every curve of her body. I stared at her, admiring how breathtakingly beautiful she looked. My eyes roamed all over her body, taking in every curve and contour.

I placed my hands on her thighs and parted her legs wider. I leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her inner thigh, tracing a path upwards. She trembled in anticipation as I approached her pussy. Her scent filled my nostrils, driving me wild with desire.

I breathed deeply, savouring the intoxicating aroma. I reached the apex of her thighs and blew gently on her wetness. She let out a loud moan, arching her back in pleasure. “Oh god, yes, Sir!” She cried out. I stuck out my tongue and licked her entire length, lapping up her juices hungrily.

She tasted divine, and I couldn’t get enough of her. Her pussy was juicy and tight, and I savoured every inch of her. I licked her clit once again, and she screamed in delight. I repeated the motion, and she grabbed my head, pulling me closer.

“Please, Sir, fuck me now,” she pleaded. I obliged, devouring her cunt hungrily. I inserted two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out rhythmically. She bucked wildly, riding my hand. I increased the pace, thrusting harder and faster. She cried out, “Fuck yes, Sir! Fuck me harder!”

She then pushed me on my bed. I lay on my back as she straddled me. She positioned herself above my throbbing dick and guided it inside her. We both groaned in ecstasy as she sank onto me, enveloping me in her warmth. She began to ride me, moving her hips in a slow, sensual dance.

The sound of our flesh slapping together filled the room, adding to the erotic atmosphere. I gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer. She rode me harder, picking up speed.

Her breaths became ragged, and her moans grew louder. I felt her pussy tighten around my cock, signalling her impending orgasm. I thrust upward, meeting her every move. She cried out, “I’m cumming, Sir!” And with those words, her body convulsed, her juices coating my cock.

I erupted deep inside her, filling her with my hot seed. Our orgasms blended into one another, intensifying the experience beyond belief. I pulled her down onto my chest, wrapping her in my embrace. Our hearts pounded against each other, sending waves of adrenaline coursing through us.

I kissed her forehead tenderly, whispering, “That was amazing, Arpita. I’ll never forget this moment.” She nodded against my shoulder, content in the afterglow of our lovemaking. Our gazes locked, conveying volumes without uttering a word.

After some time, she asked, “Can I go now, Sir? Ma’am will come soon.” I nodded approvingly, and she quickly dressed. Just before leaving, she turned around and said, “Thank you, Sir. I’ll always remember today, and we’ll meet again soon, Sir.”

With that, she left my bedroom, leaving behind a trail of blissful memories.

Hi guys, let me introduce myself. I am Kipa (name changed) and I work as a software engineer in Bangalore. This is my first real-life story. I have been in search of a master for a very long time and wanted to experience every fetish I had.

Let’s get to the story of how I found my first master who fulfilled my fantasies and fetish. (Spoiler: I would be in a full master-slave relationship.)

I had created a FetLife account and also was active in many BDSM communities. However, I was not successful in finding a master with proper bdsm knowledge and knowledge of how to respect privacy. One fine day, I was scrolling through Fetlife and received a message from a well-built and well-educated muscular man.

Let me introduce him; his name is Mister Z (I don’t want to disclose the name). He was also a software engineer based out of Bangalore, well-educated and earning. He sent me a message “Hi, I am Z. I am also looking for a slave who has a bit of knowledge of BDSM, down to be my slave?

“So eagerly,” I replied to him, “Before that, I need to know you have proper knowledge about BDSM and respect consent and privacy.”

Then he replied with all the information of BDSM and to my surprise, he had more knowledge than me and experience in BDSM and he respected my consent and privacy.

After a few days, we just chatted about our fantasies and fetishes. And how did we end up in BDSM? Later on, one day, I replied to him, saying, “I want to be your full-time slave.”

Within a day, I got a reply from him, “You will be accepted as my slave after you sign the slave contract.” Then he sent a picture of the slave contract and also mentioned that this was just a paper and had no legal bounding, and this was just to spic things up. The contract was like.

I, KIPA, hereinafter referred to as a slave, do of my own free will, and being of sound mind and body, do hereby offer myself in consensual slavery to Mister Z, hereinafter referred to as Master.

I will obey all the orders from my master, and my master has mentioned my hard limits in the contract and also given a safeword, “RED” in case of emergency. To terminate the contract, both parties should mutually terminate, or either of them can terminate in an emergency.

Slave Kipa/Sign.

After you sign the rules and regulations, you will follow from the next minute as follows :-

I will address him as a master in all situations and circumstances unless he tells me not to do so.
I will obey my master all the time and his words will be final.
I will be submitting myself 24/7, 365 days, to my master within my limits.
I will not touch my body or private parts, have food or drink water, or use the bathroom without permission of my master.
My master will be controlling every aspect of my personal life, including my clothing, with whom I talk, what I should wear inside the house and outside the house, where I should go, how I should be in public, and much more anything which is in my limits.
I will not question my master whatsoever.
I will give consent to modify these rules.
With my consent my master can cross the limits.

– Slave Kipa.

This was the slave contract which was signed by me. He had discussed all the points with me before sending me the contract.

Day 1 of my submission to Master Z:-

Z (texted me): A new beginning. Let’s get started. Are you excited?

Me: Yes. But it’s 7 in the Morning. I need to leave for work, Master.

Z: Ok then, let’s test my slave how obedient she is. Today is the first day, and your first task is – Today, you will be wearing a butt plug to work and spending the day with it send me proof once you reach the office.

Me: Ok, master.

Z: You will be allowed to drink water only 4 times a day and you can have food only with my permission.

Me: Master, my colleagues would be suspicious if I didn’t have lunch with them.

Z: Just obey my orders or you will be punished.

Me: Ok, master.

As the master ordered me to wear an office formal dress and a butt plug under my dress, I sent him proof of my plug when I reached the office washroom.

Z: Appreciated, my slut.

Me: Thank you, master.

Z: Now you can work with peace. Hope you remember my rules.

Me: Yes, master.

Then I had some meetings in the office. I finished them and I could not control my pee as I was not allowed to pee without permission of my master. I had not peed from the morning and also the butt plug was a bit uncomfortable. Then I messaged my master –

Me: Hi master, good afternoon. I can’t control my pee. I want to pee badly.

After 10 minutes –

Z: You bitch, can’t you control pee for a few hours?

Me: Master, please allow me to pee.

Z: Ok, are you ready for the task?

Me: Yes, master.

Z: Now, rush to the bathroom and take out your bra and panty. You will stay without it for today.

Me: Master, please don’t do this. What if someone sees me?

Z: You don’t have any option, bitch. I am not asking you, I am ordering you.

Me: Ok, master.

After 5 minutes, I texted my master that I had removed my bra and panty. I was fortunate enough that my boobs were not visible. Then I sent a photo for proof.

Z: How do you feel, bitch?

Me: Master, I feel ashamed. Please let me pee now.

Z: With another condition, you can pee now. You will have to drink another liter or two after you pee.

I agreed to that as I didn’t have any option and sent proof of my drinking water.

Then, it was evening 6. I didn’t even have anything since morning, not even breakfast, and I was very hungry. I texted my master that I was hungry and wanted to have something.

He replied: Bitch, you will have nothing till 9.

I returned home at 7 and I got a text from my master.

Z: Hi bitch, how was your first day of being a slave?

Me: To be honest, I enjoyed it a lot, master. But I am very hungry.

Z: This is just the beginning. You will enjoy it a lot. Now, strip naked and send me a picture.

Me: Ok, master.

Z: Dirty slave, don’t you know you should shave your private parts?

Me: Sorry, master.

Z: For this, you will be punished. You will sleep naked tonight with a ball gag and butt plug and you will wake up at 6 and send me proof.

Me: Sorry, master.

And then we chatted for an hour. It was 9. I was allowed to have food, my first meal of the day. Then my master relaxed my rules and regulations, and I could pee and have food or drink anything whenever I wanted, because I behaved as a very obedient slave on my first day, which was a test for me.

Then the day ended with me fingering my pussy in a video call.

This is part 1. Many more to go. I would love to hear feedback on the story. You can mail me or my master at id,[email protected]

Hello doston, aap logon ka mail mila jo ki mujhe aage ki kahani likhne mein bharpoor josh de raha hai. To aap logon ko kuch introduction de raha hu. Main Rahul hu. Meri shaadi mere hi girlfriend jo ki Mili hai, usse hui hai. Dikhne mein wo bahut hi sexy hai. Bhari hui jawani ko koi bhi dekh ke laar tapkata hai.

Jaise ki maine bataya tha ki mujhse pehle uska ek boyfriend tha, aur wo bhi mera dost tha. To mere doston ko ye lag raha tha ki wo bhi Mili ko pata sakte the. Unhe lagta tha jo ek dost ko chhodh kar doosre dost se chud sakti thi, to unka bhi chance tha.

Isiliye mere dost Mili ko patane ke liye uski facebook aur insta mein abhi bhi message karte the. Ye messages dekh ke mujhe pehle bahut gussa aata tha. Par ab ye sab messages mujhe sex trip pe le jaate hai. Aur mujhe meri hi biwi ko mere doston ke sath imagine karne mein bada maza aane lagta hai. To kahani pe aate hai.

Jaise ki pichle part mein aapne padha, ki kaise meri biwi ko maine nanga dikhane ka vaada kiya tha, wo bhi ek anjaan ladke se, jise main net pe hi mila tha. Wo ladka jo ki Summit tha, meri biwi ki bra panty ko dekh kar wo muth maarne laga, aur mujhe bhi maza aane laga. Fir hum raat ko 12.00 baje milne ka plan bana kar jaane lage.

Raat ko kya hoga ye sab soch kar mera lund sone ka naam nahi le raha tha. Fir shaam hui, to main biwi ko laane ke liye office gaya. Waha pe firse mujhe Pritam dikhayi diya. Is baar jaan-boojh ke main usse baat karne laga, aur thodi si dosti badhane laga. Wo to shayad yahi chaahta tha.

Wo mujhse ache se baat karne laga. Fir jab meri biwi aayi to usko dekh ke Pritam ki smile badal gayi. Wo lusty nazar se meri biwi ko dekh kar smile diya. Meri biwi kuch nahi boli, aur mere sath chup-chaap aa gayi. Fir raaste mein usne poocha ki kya baat kar rahe the? To main bhi usse bola ki aise hi baat kar rahe the normal bas.

Fir ab jab raat hui, to hum log khaana khaa ke room mein aaye. Aaj main meri biwi ko bola ko ek sexy nighty pehanne ko. Meri baat maan ke wo ek sexy nighty one-piece pehan ke aa gayi bed pe. Aaj wo sex ki devi lag rahi thi. Main to pehle se mood mein tha, to bed pe aate hi chumma-chaati shuru kar diya. Wo bhi sath dene lagi.

Fir main neeche se hath laga ke uski panty ko nikaal diya, aur door fenk diya taaki wo aur na pehan sake. Fir main uski chut ko chaatne laga, aur boobs ko nighty ke upar se dabane laga. Ab meri biwi apna kamaal dikhane lagi. Kuch hi seconds mein maine uska top aur bra utaar di, aur uske boobs ko choosne lag gaya.

Uske nipples kaafi light pink the. Main kaafi zor se usko choos raha tha, aur bite bhi kar raha tha. Maine ab usko neeche lita diya, aur uske boobs chooste hue neeche jaane laga. Uski kamar kaafi sexy thi. Maine uski navel pe lick kiya, fir uski chut pe kiss kiya.

Uske baad ek baar upar dekha. Usne eyes close kari hui thi. Main ab usko neeche karne laga. Usne apni gaand utha li. Fir uski chut mere saamne thi. Maine uspe kiss kiya,. Uski chut ek-dum clean thi. Kyunki mujhe clean chut bahut pasand hai. Maine uspe kiss kiya, aur dheere-dheere usko choosne lag gaya. Wo apni chut ko mere muh pe poora push kar rahi thi. Ab main usko aur ache se choos raha tha. Wo kaafi loud moan kar rahi thi.

Mili: Keep doing it, aah aah aah. Bahut maza aa raha hai. Come on Rahul, aur zor se, aah aah aah.

Uski awaaz sun ke main bhi kaafi josh mein aa gaya tha, aur ache se uski chut choosne lag gaya. Fir main hatt gaya, aur uski dono legs ke beech baith gaya. Fir maine apni underwear utaar di. Usne mere lund ki taraf dekha, aur chhoti si smile kari.

Main lund uski chut mein adjust karne laga, aur uski chut kaafi geeli hone ki wajah se lund easily enter kar gaya. Ab main uske upar let gaya, aur usko firse Pritam ke gandi nazar ke baare mein bolne laga.

Maine ye bhi bola: Agar wo tumko aise dekhta hai, to mujhe acha lagta hai, aur mera lund aur bhi tight ho jata hai.

Fir wo meri taraf gusse se dekhne lagi, par kuch boli nahi, khaali enjoy kar rahi thi. Mujhe bhi samajh mein aa gaya ki usko acha lag raha tha, par wo kuch nahi bol rahi hai.

Baaton-baaton mein maine apna poora lund meri biwi ki chut mein daal diya, aur dheere-dheere use chodne laga.

Wo poora sath de rahi thi. Main upar uske boobs choos raha tha, aur neeche tez-tez shots maar raha tha. Uski moaning full loud thi. Ab maine use upar liya, aur uske kaan mein bola, “Ab doggy style karenge”.

Wo fatafat ek randi ki tarah pose bana li. Maine peeche se lund uski chut mein daal diya. Uski ek chhoti si siskari nikli, aur fir ruk gayi. Main kaafi wildly use chod raha tha. Wo bhi kaafi kuch bol rahi thi. Mere dimag mein to Summit ka lund tha jo ki abhi Mili ko chod raha tha. To mujhe bhi bada maza aa raha tha, aur mere dimag mein tha ki aaj to usko nanga hi dikhaunga Summit ko.

Ye khayaal aur bhi excite kar raha tha, isiliye meri chodne ki speed bahut badh gayi, aur usko poore wild tareeke se chodne laga. Main samajh gaya tha usko bahut maza aa raha tha. Wo mere lund ka ek-ek inch use kar rahi thi. Finally mera discharge hone wala tha, aur wo samajh gayi thi.

Maine kuch shots aur lagaye, aur uski kamar kaafi zor se pakad li. Fir lund ko ek-dum andar push karke andar hi discharge kar diya. Thodi der hum dono usi pose mein the. Uske baad main washroom chala gaya, aur wo wahi leti rahi.

Fir main aake meri biwi se chipak ke let gaya. Wo kaafi satisfied lag rahi thi. Hamne kaafi long kiss ki, aur wo khaali nighty pehan ke so gayi. Main bhi side mein so gaya. Wo bra aur panty ko pehanne ke liye dhoondh rahi thi, par maine use aise hi sone le liye mana liya. Kyunki mujhe bhi meri fantacy poori karni thi na.

Aaj to usko nanga dikha ke ye dekhna tha ki Summit ka lund kaise machal raha tha. Mere plan ke hisaab se sab kuch theek chal raha tha. Main 12 bajne ka wait kar raha tha. Mere saamne meri biwi ka nanga jism aur Summit ka lund dikh raha tha.

Kuch der baad main uth ke time dekhne lag,a aur meri biwi ko dekha to wo gehri neend mein so gayi thi. Us time 11:50 pm ho rahe the, to main mobile laake Summit se chat karne ke liye ready ho gaya.

Me: Hi

Kuch der baad-

Summit: Hi yaar, aa gaya. Kab se tera intezaar kar raha tha. Kaha hai teri biwi?

Me: Haa yaar so gayi hai. Thodi hi der pehle khoob chudai hui. Fir thak ke so gayi

Summit: Tu to lucky hai. Ab to dikha na teri biwi ko ki kaisi lag rahi hai.

Me: Haa dikhaunga, par tum apna sound mute kar dena, aur jo bhi bolna hai chat par hi baat karenge. Main koi risk nahi lena chaahta hu

Summit: Theek hai yaar, dikha jaldi.

Me: Haa, aur ek baat, tujhe bhi apne lund ko hilate hue dikhana padega.

Summit: Ok, ab jaldi dikha maal ko, kaisi lag rahi hai.

Fir maine call ko lagaya, aur mere mobile ka back camera on karke rakha. Jab uska call receive hua to usne bhi apne lund ko dikhaya, jo abhi soya hua tha. Fir bhi 6 inch ka lag raha tha, aur usne apna sound bhi mute par daal ke lund pe hath rakha.

Fir main apni biwi ko dikhane laga. Wo abhi bhi us nighty mein thi, aur uski gori taange screen pe chamak rahi thi. Itna dekhte hi uska lund khada hone laga. Fir main dheere se uski nighty ko thoda upar kiya, to uski gaand dikhne lagi. Fir main himmat karke uski nighty ko gaand ke upar se hata ke kamar tak kar diya.

Ab uski gaand light mein poori chamak rahi thi. Summit bhi ye sab dekh kar apne lund ko paaglon ki tarah hila raha tha. Ab uska lund dekhne laayak tha, poora tight hoke 9 inch ka, aur bahut mota lag raha tha. Main bhi ye soch mein pad gaya ki ye lund agar meri biwi ki chut mein jayega to chut ka bhonsda bana dega. Ye sab soch ke mera bhi khada ho gaya.

Fir main dheere se mobile ko chut ki taraf le gaya. Abhi bhi uski chut mein thoda-thoda safed paani laga hua tha. Chut ko dekh kar wo zor-zor se hilane laga. Tabhi maine call kaat diya aur message kiya-

Me: Kaisi lagi meri randi?

Summit: Kya mast gaand aur chut hai yaar randi ki, maza aa gaya yaar. But aur thodi der dikha na, aur boobs bhi dikha na thode. Mera lund ab kaabu mein nahi hai. Teri biwi ki chut mein jaane ke liye tadap raha hai. Uski chut mein abhi bhi paani nikal raha hai, lagta hai saali ko aur chudai chahiye.

Me: Isiliye to tujhe dikha raha hu, taaki tu chod sake.

Summit: Sach yaar ek baar dila de na teri biwi ki chut. Jo kahega main karunga.

Me: Haa wahi to try kar raha hu main. Kuch planning karke batata hu.

Summit: Acha abhi aur dikha na. Mera lund tadap raha hai teri biwi ki chut ke liye. Aur haa, room ki light on kar, ache se dikhega.

Me: Nahi yaar, darr lag raha hai. Wo jaag gayi to?

Summit: Arre kuch nahi hoga, tu pati hai uska. Kyun darr raha hai?

Me: Ok theek hai, par tum mute karna.

Fir main call lagaya, aur wo uthaya. Call mein firse apna lund dikhane laga. Main uth ke gaya, aur room ki light ko jala di, aur thodi der wait karne laga, taaki meri biwi na uthe. Aur wo jab nahi uthi, firse camera uski taraf kar diya. Abhi bhi uski nighty kamar ke upar thi, aur uski gaand to light mein aur bhi chamak raha tha.

Mujhe bhi mobile pe usko aise dekh ke maza aa raha tha. Meri biwi ki ubhri hui gaand aur chut ko ache se Summit ko dikhane laga. Wo dekh ke non-stop muth maar raha tha. Fir wo hatho se ishara kiya boobs dikhane ko.

Ab main bhi apne lund ko hila-hila ke uski nighty ko aur upar kar diya. Ab uske boobs thode-thode dikh rahe the. Par zyada nahi dikh rahe the. Fir main boobs ko hath mein leke dheere-dheere dabane laga. Us time wo achanak se karwat badli to meri haalat kharaab ho gayi. Maine turant light off kar di, aur mobile ko switch off karke bed pe aake biwi ko baahon mein pakad ke so gaya.

Fir meri neend jab tooti, subha ho chuki thi. Mili soyi hui thi. Uski nighty gaand ke upar thi. Gori thighs aur uski ubhri hui gaand halki roshni mein chamak rahi thi. Maine apna mobile nikala, aur bahut si photos uski gaand ki li, wo bhi alag-alag angle se.

Photos bahut hi sexy aa rahi thi. Subha-subha mujhe bhi chodne ka mann kiya to main uske upar chadh gaya aur kiss karne laga. Dheere-dheere uski neend bhi toot gayi. Wo bhi mujhe kiss kiye jaa rahi thi.

Usi time mere mann mein khaali Pritam jo ki iska senior tha, uska chehra aa raha tha. Mujhe pata tha wo garam thi. To maine Pritam ke baare mein usko poocha.

Me: Mili mujhe aisa kyun lag raha hai tum bahut sexy ho. Tumhare office mein isiliye shayad Pritam bhi tumko chodna chaahta hai.

Mili: Aisa nahi hai. Wo bas flirt karte hai.

Me: Acha tum agar chudwane dogi to kya wo bina chode chhodh dega tere jaise maal ko?

Mili: Arre aap aisa kyun bol rahe ho. Main to sirf aapko hi chut deti hu na, to usko kyun du. Aap ye bekaar ki baatein kar rahe ho. Aur jaldi apna lund dalo na, main sirf aapka lund hi chaahti hu, aur kisi ka nahi. To jaldi dalo andar, mujhe nahane jana bhi hai.

Me: Arre main to aise hi bol raha tha. Naraaz kyun ho rahi ho?

Mili: Mujhe ye sab pasand nahi hai. Please jaldi karo, mujhe jana hai. Nahi to office ke liye late ho jaungi.

To main thoda mayoos ho gaya, aur usko bola: Theek hai, jaldi hai to jaa. Main nahi chod raha hu abhi tujhe.

Aur main naraaz hoke uth ke chala gaya. Kuch der baad wo naha dho ke taiyaar ho gayi office jaane ke liye. Raaste mein mujhe manane lag gayi. Kuch der to gussa tha main, par office pahunchne se pehle hi usne mujhe mana li thi. Fir wo jab gaand matkaate hue office jaa rahi thi, tab mujhe bhi Pritam dikhayi diya. Main usse baat karne laga.

Dheere-dheere hum dono ki dosti thodi aage badh rahi thi. Aur Mili bhi ye sab office ke andar se dekh rahi thi. Maine Mili ko dekh ke khaali aankh maar di, to wo sharmate hue andar chali gayi. Fir main office se ghar aake Summit se chat pe biwi ke baare mein sexy baatein aur gaaliyan sun ke mann ko shant kar raha tha.

Aise hi kuch din chale gaye, aur meri Pritam se bhi achi-khaasi dosti ho gayi thi. Raat ko sex karte time bhi Mili ko main Pritam ke baare mein poochta rehta tha. Pehle-pehle to wo naraaz ho jati thi, lekin dheere-dheere usko bhi maza aane laga tha, jo ki uske facial expression se pata chala raha tha. Dheere-dheere main bhi aur gandi-gandi baatein karna start kar diya khaali sex ke dauran.

Wo sunti to thi, but kuch bolti nahi thi. Mera usko chudwane ka nasha itna badh gaya tha, ki main kuch bhi karne ko taiyaar tha. Main bhi uske muh se kuch gandi baatein sunna chaahta tha, par wo kuch bhi kehne se sharmati thi. Par mujhe pata chala ki uski sex ki bhook badh chuki thi.

Fir main usko ghodi bana ke chodta gaya. Kuch der baad mera nikal gaya, to wo uth ke bathroom jaane lagi. Bathroom mein fresh hoke jab wo baahar nikli, aur apni dress pehanne ke liye ready hui, to maine jaan-boojh kar dress ko usse cheen liya, aur nangi sone ke liye raazi kar diya.

Fir hum dono poore nange hoke ek-doosre ko chipak ke so gaye. Par mujhe neend kahan aane wali thi. Kyunki abhi to uske bhare badan ko mujhe Summit ko bhi dikhana tha. Kareeb ek ghante ke baad jab main dekha to wo neend mein so gayi thi. To maine light on kar di, aur uske gore badan ko ghoorta raha.

Fir mobile nikaal ke Summit ko video call ki. Summit ne to turant call receive kar li. Shayad wo bhi meri hi wait kar raha tha. To maine back camera on karke meri biwi ki pairon se usko dikhana chaalu kiya. Dheere-dheere camera ko upar leke gaya, jisse uski gori jaanghon ke beech mein se uski chut dikhne lagi.

Waha Summit apne lund ko hatho mein leke paaglon ki tarah hila raha tha. Mujhe screen pe meri biwi ke nange jism ke sath Summit ka lund dikh raha tha. Main bahut hi excitement mein tha. Dheere-dheere main camera ko uske boobs ke upar le gaya. Uske bade-bade boobs uski saanson ki rhythm se upar-neeche ho rahe the. Mujhe to screen pe dekh ke koi porn movie jaisi feeling aa rahi thi, to waha pe Summit ka haal kya ho raha hoga.

Aise hi 10 minute dikhane ke baad dekha ki Summit ne apna paani chhod diya. Wo bhi bahut saara. Fir main call ko disconnect karke thodi der Summit ke sath chat karne laga. Summit to maano khushi se jhoom raha tha. Mera bhi ye scene dekh ke bahut maza aa gaya.

Abhi raat ka 1 baj raha tha. Maine meri biwi ka mobile laa kar facebook on ki. Wahan pe uske messages padh raha tha. Bahut saare messages aaye the, jo ki mere doston ke kuch, aur unknown id’s se kuch, aur uske office ke colleagues ke kuch messages the.

Maine Pritam ka message check kiya, to dekha ki wo online tha. Wo aise hi Hi-Hello wala kuch message kiya tha, par meri biwi ne koi reply nahi kiya tha. Achanak se Pritam ka ek message aa gaya.

Pritam: Hello Mili, abhi tak jaag rahe ho.

Main thoda excited ho gaya, aur socha ki kuch masti ki jaye. To main Mili ke naam se usko message kiya-

Mili: Haa, neend nahi aa rahi thi, aur aap bhi to nahi soye hai.

Pritam: Acha haa, mujhe bhi neend nahi aa raha hai. Aur tumhare hubby kya kar rahe hai?

Mili: Wo to so gaye hai kab se (aur fir main naughty smile wala emoji bhej diya).

Pritam: Acha tum jaisi khoobsurat biwi ko chhodh ke kaise so gaye?

Mili: Main itni bhi khoobsurat nahi hu.

Pritam: Par hamari office ki to queen ho tum.

Mili: Isliye aap hamesha ghoorte rehte hai na?

Pritam: Arre itni boaring office mein tum hi ek to ho jisko dekh ke aankhon ko shanti milti hai. Aur tum bhi to mujhe dekhti rehti ho. Main to baat karne ki koshish bhi karta hu, par tum sharma ke chali jati ho.

Ab ye sun ke mere andar kuch hone laga. Main aur bhi jaanna chaahta tha, par darr lag raha tha ki agar Mili ko meri chatting ke baare mein pata chala to kya hoga. Isiliye maine baat ko aage badhana sahi nahi samjha. Ab mujhe chatting ko end karna tha, to main ye likh diya-

Mili: Office mein baat karna mujhe acha nahi lagta, aur aap office mein baat na hi kare to acha hai.

Pritam: Theek hai, par tum to yaha pe bhi message ka reply nahi deti ho. Kya karu main?

Mili: Acha kal reply doongi, abhi sone jaa rahi hu, good night. Aap bhi so jao, kal office jana hai.

Pritam: Theek hai, par ab to neend nahi aayegi. Tum so jao, good night.

Mili: Ok good night.

Fir usne heart wala symbol deke good night bola. Main aur kuch reply nahi diya, aur chat ko delete karke so gaya.

Agli subha office chhodhte time mujhe Pritam ki aankhon mein ek alag sa pyaar dikhayi diya. Aaj main notice kiya ki Mili bhi usko chupke se dekh ke office ke andar chali gayi.

Main Pritam se aise hi kuch baat ki aur waha se nikal gaya. Par din bhar mere dimag mein Pritam ki chatting aur wo jaise bol raha tha ki Mili bhi usko dekhti thi, ye sab soch ke mera lund baar-baar khada ho raha tha.

Mere dimag ke ek plan aaya. Main medicine store se 4 viagra female wali dawayi leke aaya. Fir raat ko doodh mein 2 viagra mila ke Mili ko khila diya. Fir hum sone ke liye jab bed pe gaye, to main uske kapde kholne laga aur mere mobile mein threesome wali video laga ke usko dikhane laga.

Pehle to Mili video dekh ke naraaz hoke boli: Ye ek ladki ko do ladke, mujhe acha nahi lag raha hai. Agar dikhana hai to single wala dikhao.

Par main pyaar se uske boobs ko dheere-dheere sehlate hue bola: Dekho agar acha nahi lagega to change kar denge. Dheere-dheere viagra ka asar bhi usko hone laga tha. To wo ab aaram se dekhne lagi.

Me: Maza aa raha hai na?

Mili: Hmm, maza aa raha hai. Par sach mein aisa hota hai kya (mere lund ko hath mein leke video dekhte hue mujhse baat kar rahi thi)?

Me: Haa hota hai aisa. Tumko bhi lene hai kya aise do-do lund?

Mili: Nahi aap kaisi baat kar rahe ho? Pagal ho gaye ho kya?

Me: Arre aisa koi nahi. Sab ka mann karta hai. Tum to mera lund leke bore ho gayi hogi na? Tumhari chut bhi to aur lund chaahti hogi na, isme koi buri baat nahi hai.

Ye keh kar main uski chut ko hath se masalne laga. Ek to tablet ka asar, aur ye threesome wali video, aur mere muh se doosre lund ki baat sun ke uski chut poori geeli ho gayi thi. Aur wo isharon mein uski chut mein mera lund ghusane ko bol rahi thi. Par main usko aur tadpana chaahta tha, isliye maine bola ki-

Me: Socho ki ye video mein jo ladki hai wo tum ho, aur ek ladka main hu, aur ek ladka koi aur hai. Aur tum do-do lund ko hath mein hila rahi ho. Soch ke batao kaisa lag raha hai?

Mili: Please aisi baatein mat karo, aur meri chut mein lund daalo. Mujhse raha nahi jaa raha hai. Main to ye pal ka intezaar kar raha tha.

Me: Agar tum aaj kuch nahi kahoge to main bhi aaj lund nahi daalunga teri chut mein.

Wo ab tadap rahi thi. Uski saanse tez ho rahi thi. Mujhe pata tha ki wo bhi do lund ka sapna dekh rahi thi, bas uske muh se bulwana tha. To wo tadapti hue boli-

Mili: Haa do lund mujhe ache lagenge. Ab to daal do please.

Me: Ok, ab batao doosra lund kiska logi?

Mili: Mujhe pata nahi, aap jiska doge main le loongi.

Me: Acha to Pritam ka lund logi kya?

Ye sun ke wo thoda ghabra gayi, but usi waqt maine uski chut mein ek ungli daal di, aur uske nipples ko choosne laga. Wo siskiyan lene lagi aur boli ki-

Mili: Aap aisa kyun bol rahe ho?

Me: Mujhe pata hai ki wo tumko line maarta hai, aur chodna chaahta hai. Aur tum bhi thoda-thoda usko pasand karti ho. Bindaas bolo, main khush hu ki meri biwi inti sexy hai ki uska handsome senior usko chodna chaahta hai. Aur main bhi yahi chaahta hu. Par akele mein nahi, main bhi sath doonga darling.

Fir main chut par se hath hata ke dono hath se uske nipples ko masalne laga. Uski tadap aur badh gayi thi. Wo baar-baar mere lund ko leke uski chut par rakh rahi thi. Main bhi uski chut ke upar mere lund ko ghis raha tha. Par ghusa nahi raha tha. Uski tadap uski harkaton se pata chal rahi thi.

Mili: Acha theek hai, Pritam ka lund loongi. Ab to aap lund ghusao please, aur raha nahi jaa raha hai.

Me: Theek hai, lund ghusaunga. Agar tum Pritam ko abhi hi message karogi to main lund ghusa doonga.

Mili: Par mujhe darr lag raha hai.

To main uska mobile leke uske saamne Pritam ko “Hi” message kar diya. Udhar se Pritam ka message aata hai-

Pritam: Hello, mujhe nahi lag raha tha ki aap aaoge. Miss kar raha tha aapko.

Ye message dekh ke Mili ghabra gayi. To main Mili se bola-

Me: Kal raat ko tere mobile se maine Pritam ko message kiya tha.

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In the series, ‘Lust Turning Into Love,’ you know that the night before was a storm of passion. Ammu, Juhi, Anand, and I had lost ourselves in the ecstasy of each other, exploring every inch of our desires. As the night waned, exhaustion took over, and we returned to our beds.

Our bodies sat, but our minds were still swirling with ecstasy. Now, continue what happened the next day and how we planned for our honeymoon trip. Yet, even in the quiet of the morning, the memories of last night lingered like a sweet ache. When I woke up the next morning, it was already 10 a.m.

The house was quiet, and no one had come to wake us. Maybe our mother thought we were tired of last night’s party. The memories of the night before clung to my skin, and I felt a lingering warmth deep in my core. I returned to my room to freshen up, leaving Anand in his room to freshen up.

When I went to my room, I saw Ammu and Juhi still wrapped in sleep. Their faces bore the traces of our passionate encounter—tired yet radiating a sensual satisfaction that quickened my pulse. I woke them up and told them to get ready for lunch. As I stepped into the bathroom, their soft voices reached me.

They were talking, though their words were a soft murmur. I could not make out what they were saying. The steam from the shower calmed me. The water cascaded down my body, and the memories of last night replayed in my mind.

After the shower, I entered the room, wrapping a towel loosely around my waist. Droplets of water still clinging to my chest. I found Ammu and Juhi watching me. Their eyes were wide, darkened with the remnants of sleep and something else—something hungry.

I felt their gaze travel over my body, lingering on the exposed skin. The space between us crackled with unspoken desire. “Go and get fresh,” I said. My voice was husky with the lingering effects of sleep and something deeper and more insistent.

They tried to stand, but the strain from the night before was evident in their movements. Pain flickered across their faces. They moved slowly, their bodies still tender from our shared passion. They limped toward their room, and a wave of excitement surged through me at the sight of their struggle.

A reminder of the intensity of our night. I wanted to take them right there, to feel their bodies yield to mine once again. But I held back, knowing they needed time to recover. “Tell Mother you both fell while dancing at the party,” I whispered, and a smirk appeared on my lips.

They nodded, a hint of a smile curving their lips. They limped out, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my growing hunger. After freshening up, we gathered for lunch. Mostly during COVID-19, we all cooked and ate at my place.

The atmosphere was charged, and each of us was lost in the aftermath of our desires. Our eyes met across the table. In those stolen glances, promises were made—promises of what was yet to come. The rest of the day passed in a haze.

We continued playing and going to the gym. Whenever we found a chance, our touches lingered. Our lips met in secret, heated kisses, but we held back, letting the anticipation build for a week. The week that followed was a slow burn, each day heightening the anticipation.

Anand and I decided to plan a honeymoon trip. A two-day escape where we would indulge in our desires without restraint. When we informed Ammu and Juhi, their eyes lit up with excitement, though Ammu’s was tempered by uncertainty. She wasn’t sure if her mother would allow her to go.

I tackled the situation head-on, first convincing my mother to let me go with Anand. It wasn’t hard—she trusted me. The promise of a short, harmless trip was enough to put her at ease. But my sister was not so easily swayed. She burst into tears, insisting that she wanted to come along.

After much argument, our mother agreed as I said there were more ladies on the trip. Juhi stepped in to ensure Ammu could join us, asking my mother to help convince Ammu’s mother. Ammu’s mother reluctantly agreed. The plan was set.

Two days before departure, in the name of preparation, we all stayed in one room and let mother sleep. After packing, I went with Ammu to sleep. As we entered the room, the tension that had been building between us all week snapped like a taut string.

I locked the door with a quick click, sealing us in a world of our desires. Without wasting a second, I grabbed Ammu by her waist, pulling her close. My body pressed against hers as I pushed her back against the cool surface of the sidewall. The urgency of the moment took over.

My lips found hers in a desperate, heated kiss—like this was the last chance we would ever have. I could feel her melting into me. Her hands gripped my back as I deepened the kiss. Our tongues met in an electrifying dance. I moved my hands, feeling the soft curve of her body.

I slowly trailed my fingers down to her hips. My lips left hers for a moment, and I could see the hunger in her eyes. I kissed along her jawline, moving down to her neck, letting my teeth graze her skin. Sucking softly on the sensitive spot that made her gasp.

With one hand, I started unbuttoning her shirt, each piece of fabric falling away. Now, finally, I could feel her warmth, her skin against mine. My lips followed as I worked to undo her clothes. Moving from her neck down, tracing every inch with my mouth, savouring her as if she were an exquisite meal.

Ammu’s breath hitched when my lips brushed over her chest. Her hands were trembling as she responded to my touch. Her fingers quickly worked to undo my shirt. She moaned softly as I kissed her breasts, teasing her. My hands slid behind her, expertly undoing her bra in one swift motion.

The fabric slipped from her body, revealing her to me completely. I paused for a moment, admiring how perfect she looked. Her skin glowing, her breath ragged.  I knelt slowly. My lips continued their journey downward, pressing gentle kisses along the soft curve of her belly, down to her navel.

I could feel her muscles tense beneath me. I gripped her hips, pulling her closer to me. I worked her pants and panties down in one smooth motion. Her skin was flawless—silky and warm under my touch. I took my time, savouring every moment, every sensation.

I kissed the inside of her thighs, letting my breath tickle her skin. Her moans became more urgent as her body started to tremble under my attention. I could hear the soft, desperate gasps escaping her lips. I kissed down to her toes, worshipping every inch of her.

Her breathing grew heavier. She reached down, her hands tangled in my hair as she pulled me up toward her. “Please,” she whispered, her voice thick with need. “I can’t take it anymore. I need you… now.” Her request sent a thrill through me. I could feel the heat of her desire radiating from her body.

My hands roamed on her thighs, gently parting them as I positioned myself closer to her. Her moans grew louder, filled with longing. I continued to kiss my way back up her body. From her legs to her hips to her abdomen, leaving no inch untouched.

Ammu’s back arched, pressing herself closer to me. Her body practically begging for more. “I’ve been waiting for this all week,” I whispered against her skin, my voice hoarse with desire. Her response was a soft whimper as her fingers dug into my shoulders, pulling me closer.

“I need to feel you… I need all of you,” she pleaded, her voice breathless. I teased her for a moment longer. Letting the anticipation build, letting her desire take control as she writhed beneath me. Every touch, every kiss, was a promise of what was to come.

I looked up at her, meeting her eyes, which were dark with lust. Her lips parted as she panted softly. “I want to make you feel everything,” I murmured, my voice low and thick with passion. I could feel her pulse quicken under my touch. Her body responded to every movement I made.

She was lost in the moment, her entire body alive with desire, craving my touch. I continued to kiss her, teasing her body with my lips and hands. She began to moan louder, her breath coming in gasps as she begged me for more. This was the moment we had both been waiting for.

The moment when all the teasing, all the build-up, finally gave way to unrestrained passion. I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling her warmth. Her body tensed as I pressed forward, letting her feel every inch as I carefully entered.  She gasped, her hands gripping my shoulders.

With a gentle push, I slid halfway inside her. We paused for a moment, both of us taking in the perfect mix of pleasure and tension. Her eyes met mine, and she nodded, silently begging for more. After a few seconds, I began moving again, pushing deeper until I was fully inside her.

Her breath hitched. We found a rhythm, moving slowly, savouring every second as her body moulded around me. For the next several minutes, we rocked together in a steady rhythm. Our bodies pressed against one another, feeling every movement, every sensation.

Ammu’s moans were soft at first. Her lips parted as she tried to contain the pleasure building inside her. But as the tension grew, her need became more urgent. “Faster,” she whispered at first, but then her voice grew louder. “Please… harder, faster!”

Her words spurred me on. I lifted her, guiding her over to the edge of the bed. Her body bent over the mattress. Her curves were on display as she braced herself, her hands gripping the sheets. I moved behind her, positioning myself again. With one smooth thrust, I entered her from behind.

Her reaction was immediate—a loud moan escaped her lips. I began to move faster, harder. My hands gripped her hips as I pulled her closer with each thrust. The room filled with the sound of our bodies colliding. Her cries of pleasure echoed as I pushed us both closer to the edge.
Minutes passed in a haze of ecstasy, her body shaking with each deep thrust. Ammu’s moans became louder, more desperate, her back arching as the pleasure overwhelmed her. I could feel the tension building inside both of us, the climax drawing near.

“Don’t stop!” she cried out, her voice filled with urgency. I responded by moving faster, driving her closer to the edge. Her body quivered beneath me as she gasped for air, her pleasure reaching its peak. Finally, we both tumbled over the edge together.

Her body tightened around me as waves of pleasure surged through us. Her moans reached a crescendo. I followed soon after, losing myself in the raw pleasure of our release. We collapsed onto the bed, both of us panting.

Our hearts were racing as the last echoes of our shared climax faded into the quiet of the room. Ammu lay beside me, her body still trembling with aftershocks. I pulled her close, holding her as we both tried to catch our breath. After 10 minutes I went down to sleep in Anand’s room.

I still heard a faint sound coming from Anand’s room. The soft, rhythmic creaking of the bed and muffled moans filled the air, barely audible. I waited there, listening in silence for what felt like an eternity. After a while, the noises from Anand’s room ceased, and the door opened slightly.

A few moments later, Juhi came out of the room. Her hair tousled, her clothes dishevelled. She didn’t say a word as she slipped out of the room. I went to the room and saw Anand cleaning the mess. The room was filled with a peaceful silence, the tension of the night giving way to the comfort of shared intimacy. Then we lay there and fell asleep.

By morning, when we woke up, we prepared meticulously. Anand and I went shopping to buy outfits for Juhi and Ammu. Ammu and Juhi spent the day at the beauty parlour getting facials, massages, and waxing. We took care of our grooming, shaving, sauna bath, and stocking up on condoms and Viagra.

They picked out new lingerie—bras, pants, swimsuits, and thongs. On the day of the journey, we left home in casual clothes. We drove to our secluded cottage. It felt like a journey into another world.

The cottage was a hidden gem in the heart of nature, with a private swimming pool and a retreat far from the prying eyes of the world. Upon checking in, we settled into the villa. It had one hall with two big sofas, a big TV, a crackling stone fireplace, and one kitchen room on the ground floor.

The cottage was designed for the indulgence of the senses, with sunlight filtering into the interior. The large windows framed with ivy allowed sunlight to filter into the interior, creating a picture-perfect escape from the world.

The room was meticulously prepared for a night of unbridled pleasure. With a collection of toys on the bedside table, handcuffs, and a sleek black blindfold.  Nearby, a riding crop and a delicate, leather-bound whip rested, their presence hinting at the delicious sting of pleasure and pain.

There was an array of dildos, each one a different size, shape, and texture, carefully placed on a velvet-lined tray. Some were sleek and smooth; others were ribbed and ridged. Next to them were anal plugs, their jewelled ends sparkling in the candlelight.

A small, elegantly carved wooden chest sat at the foot of the bed, its lid slightly ajar. Inside, I glimpsed more treasures—a collection of silky ropes designed for binding and restraint. A selection of lubricants and oils, their scents ranging from exotic spices to sweet vanilla.

The room was designed with our pleasure in mind. With every detail carefully considered to ensure that this night would be one we would never forget. Even the curtains were meant to protect us in darkness. Shutting out the outside world so that nothing could distract us from the indulgence of our desires.

As we moved further into the room, a large, ornate mirror was positioned on one wall. It was angled to reflect the bed, offering a view of everything that would unfold there. The thought of watching ourselves, seeing every reaction, every arch of the back, sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

Ammu and I exchanged glances. The air between us crackled with the understanding of what this night would bring. There was no need for words; the room spoke for itself. Its presence was a promise of the pleasure awaiting us.
After a quick shower, I slip into comfortable clothes.

Ammu went to change. I picked up my phone and sent a message to Anand, suggesting he and Juhi join us for a walk. Anand replied within two minutes, “Give me 15 minutes, just finishing the first round,” followed by a smirking emoji.

After 5 minutes, Ammu came into something light and breezy. The outfit accentuated her curves in a way that made my pulse quicken. There’s an unspoken understanding between us—a promise that the day holds more than just casual relaxation.

Ammu and I exchange a knowing look, her eyes sparkling with amusement. We head out to the pool. The cool breeze played with Ammu’s hair, making her look even more enticing. Ten minutes pass, and I see Anand and Juhi approaching.

There’s a satisfied grin on Anand’s face, which matches the flush on Juhi’s cheeks. Her hair is a bit tousled, her movements languid. I can’t help but smirk at the obvious signs of their recent escapade. We all exchange glances. Juhi and Ammu seem to be in on something.

Suddenly, Ammu and Juhi stand up, their hands clasped as they giggle and whisper to each other. They decide to take a break, leaving Anand and me alone. I watch them walk away, their hips swaying, the sight sending a jolt of desire through me.

There’s something about the way they move and tease that makes the anticipation almost unbearable. Anand turns to me with a grin, and we start talking about the kinky stuff placed in our cottage. The conversation leaves us both on edge, craving more.

I suggest we watch porn to use all the stuff placed in the room. We pick something sensual, porn that promises to add fuel to the burning fire between us. As the porn plays, the atmosphere grows thick with anticipation, with every scene a reminder of what we could be doing later at night.

The porn becomes a backdrop to the quiet, charged conversation between us.  Just as the movie ends, Ammu and Juhi return. Their expressions were mischievous as if they’d been up to something while we were distracted. They join us with playful energy.

Their eyes filled with secrets that heightened the tension between all of us. We decide to head out for dinner. The table is set, and the dim lighting casts soft shadows that add to the allure of the evening. The evening began as a casual dinner among friends.

But beneath the surface, desires simmered. Four of us—Anand, Juhi, Ammu, and I—sat around the table. Our laughter masked the tension that crackled like electricity between us. Throughout the meal, subtle touches and shared glances keep the excitement simmering.

Anand and my sister, Juhi, exchanged knowing glances across the table. Their subtle touches, the brush of Juhi’s hand against Anand’s thigh. Anand’s fingers traced patterns on Juhi’s shoulder. All spoke of a passion barely restrained. Ammu and I were no different.

The heat between us was palpable. As the four of us enjoyed a candlelit dinner, the mood was already set. Soft, ambient music is playing in the background. The waiter approached our table and asked for the key to our rooms for decoration.

There was a knowing smile on his face. We handed over the key, curious about what awaited us. Dinner was exquisite, with each course leaving us more satisfied yet longing for something more. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and the occasional touch under the table hinted at the intimacy to come.

As the last course was cleared, the waiter returned, presenting a small, ornate box. Inside were two delicately wrapped, exotic pan leaves—a special stamina pan, he explained with mischief in his voice. The green leaves were filled with a blend of aromatic herbs and spices, promising to awaken our senses.

Anand and I exchanged a glance before accepting the pan. The ladies, sensing the subtle shift in the air, excused themselves to the room. With the pans now in hand, we slowly began to chew, tasting the unique blend of flavours that seemed to ignite a fire within.

The taste was intense, and the effect was immediate—a tingling sensation that spread through our bodies. As the last remnants of the pan dissolved on our tongues, we felt that the night was about to begin. With hearts pounding, I rose from the table, eager to join Ammu, who was waiting, freshened up, and ready.

I hope you find our honeymoon trip is romantic and well-planned. I will explore all the events that happened on our honeymoon trip in detail.

From under the bed, Kishen watches his mother (Savi) and Maya aunty (his friend Karthik’s mother) in hot lesbian action. Laying on their sides, they’re fully engrossed in the 69 position. It was Savi’s back that was facing him. At first glance, it looked as if Savi was headless.

Her neck was bent forward too deep in licking Maya’s bottom. The second glimpse he got was that of Maya Aunty’s head. Unlike his mom’s, her head rested comfortably on Savi’s thighs. Eyes closed, her tongue and lips flicked on and sucked Savi’s clit.

Her hand went over Savi’s outer thigh to reach the butt crack. Her fingers worked to spread and stimulate Savi’s ass hole. With a pounding heart, Kishen watched them for several seconds. Then Maya leaned her head back in pleasure and happened to open her eyes.

When Maya screamed ‘Hai Bhagwan!” Savi thought she’d made her cum. But she instantly knew something was wrong when Maya broke off the 69 position. Savi saw utter shock on Maya’s face. Her chubby body struggled to sit up on the bed and grab the pillows to cover her breasts and groin.

Savi was almost as shocked when she turned to see what triggered Maya. She saw her son wearing her chaddi on his dick and stroking it and wearing Maya’s chaddi on his face. Savi sat up and covered her privates with her hands. Aside from being utterly surprised, a part of Savi was also worried.

Kishen may have made a grave, irreversible mistake. She didn’t know how the conservative-minded Maya would react. Maya sure was shocked. At the same time, the sexually excited and cock-starved part of Maya was smitten by Kishen’s cock. And Kishen could sense it.

“Hi, Maya aunty. I saw how you sucked and licked my mother’s clit. And I know that you were imagining it to be a dick,” says Kishen. He boldly steps onto the bed. Uncertain how to react to Kishen approaching, Maya leans back. Kishen steps closer, his dick just inches away from her face.

Maya turns her head away towards Savi beside her, pretending to be disgusted. In reality, it was not to show how her eyes may get fixated on it. Maya sees Savi looking at her. She is surprised by the lack of reaction/expression on Savi’s face.

It was as though Savi used to seek Kishen that way. Then, the realization hits Maya! With wide eyes, she asks, “Are you…doing it with your son also?”

“Consensual…and harmless!” Savi responds, nodding.

Maya froze, expressionless, for several seconds that felt like an eternity to Savi and Kishen. Seeing Savilooking at Maya, Kishen begins to worry if what he did was a big mistake. Keeping her hand on a ‘lost-in-thought’ Maya’s shoulder, Savi asks, “Is everything alright?”

“It is anything but alright, Savitri!” Mays speaks out. “It is all so hard to process. I don’t know what is wrong and what is right.”

“How on earth can being ‘consensual and harmless’ be considered wrong, Maya aunty?” Kishen asks. He steps back to give Maya some space. He stands in front of her like Superman—with his hands on his hips.

“It feels so wrong. But it isn’t when you think of it. It feels so taboo and equally exciting. It feels like life is rewarding me with what I have been missing out on. I am feeling so overwhelmed.” Maya says and begins to tear up.

In silence, Kishen and Savi watch Maya cry. Savi rubs her arms, trying to calm her. As Maya regains her composure, Kishen says, “It’s fine, Maya aunty. I can understand your state of mind. Even I have been shocked discovering some people’s sexual indulgences.”

Rubbing her cheeks over her shoulder to wipe away her tears (as her hands are on the pillows covering her privates), Maya looks at Kishen and asks, “Indulgences like what?”

“Well, I have seen father and daughter fuck, for example. I have seen a wife treat her husband like a slave because he wants her to. I have even been treated roughly by three women, with my consent, of course. And I have seen a mother tease the hell out of her son.”

Savi realizes that Kishen is referring to Neethu and Ramesh (Part 7) for his first example, to Deepti and Manoj sir for the second (part 5), and to her’s, Deepti’s and Usha’s treatment of Kishen for the third (Part 10). She wonders which ‘mother and son’ he is referring to.

She gets suspicious but doesn’t think much of it, as she has to deal with Maya first.

“Hai bhagwan! Who are these people?” Maya asks.

“They’re people like you and me, Maya. Ordinary folks living with dignity.” Savi says.

“We can’t tell you the names if that’s what you’re asking. That would mean ‘gossiping’ and breach of privacy.” Kishen adds.

“I know. Your mom told me how gossiping is undesirable in your so-called lifestyle of sexual liberation,” says Maya.

“I know. I was under the bed listening in to your conversation,” Kishen says to Maya, smiling from under the chaddi he’s wearing on his face.

Maya begins to chuckle. Savi follows, relieved at knowing that she is feeling at ease even with Kishen standing in front of her like Superman with his chaddi-wrapped dick pointed in her direction.

“Give me back my chaddi,” Maya orders playfully.

“No…you first unwrap my gift for you,” Kishen says, pointing to his dick. He steps closer.

Maya looks at Kishen’s crotch like a kid who’s been shown a birthday cake. Excited, she looks at Savi with a ‘Can I blow the candle?” look. “Go on, ” Savi signals with a head nod and a naughty smile.

Losing the pillows, getting up on her knees, and moving closer to her ‘gift’, Maya unwraps Savi’s chaddi from Kishen’s dick. She stares at it as though it was a pot of gold.

“It’s so beautiful, ”

“It’s all yours,” Savi and Kishen say in unison.

“I thought I’d never see a cock again in my life,” Maya says. She leans forward with pouting lips and kisses Kishen’s dick tip. She fondles Kishen’s balls with both hands—as though she was meticulously shaping a big clay ball.

“Ahh, .my hand has dearly missed that wonderful feeling of balls-fondling,” she adds. “I also missed smelling it, ”

Savi watches Maya as she closes her eyes and begins to run her upper lips and nose across the length of Kishen’s cock.

Suddenly, Maya gasps and moves her head away. With wide eyes, again, she looks at Kishen and then Maya.

“What is it?” Savi asks.

Maya looks up towards Kishen and asks him, “Are you doing it with Fidah aunty, also? ”

Kishen is taken aback. “How did she guess?” he wonders. Even Savi is surprised at Maya’s question as she, too. I didn’t know anything about Kishen and Fidah.

“What makes you say that?” Kishen asks, trying to dodge answering Maya’s question. And from Kishen’s counter question, Savi is sure something is going on between him and Fidah.

“I knew Kishen’s cock would smell different, but I never expected to have traces of what I’m sure is Fidah’s attar,” Maya responds. Savi leans forward and smells Kishen’s cock to confirm Maya’s finding. Her eyes widen, too.

Looking at how the two women were looking at him for answers, Kishen knew there was no way he could dodge them. Fidah’s privacy slipped out of his cock!

“I don’t know if you will believe me, but I am telling the truth when I say nothing really happened between us. She was initially keeping her distance from me while she indulged with other people earlier today in her home.”

“Why?” asks Savi and Maya in unison.

“She was concerned about you finding out and was worried about breaking her friendship with you,” explains Kishen.

“Who were these ‘other people’?” asks a curious Maya. She begins rubbing her crotch.

“You know I can’t tell you that to respect their privacy.”

“Oh yes, sorry. Gossiping sure is pretty hot and tempting. But, I have to say, I didn’t expect a well-respected conservatively-attired Muslim woman like her to whore around that too with more than one person. I am not judging her, though.”

“So how did her attar’s smell end up on your dick,” Savi asks, unconvinced.

“I was so horny, I convinced her to indulge with me. She was about to start blowing me when she dropped the idea abruptly. I was baffled. She then made me fuck her armpit, and that, too, just a few thrusts. Then she requested me to leave.”

“That’s weird and unlike her,” Savi says, confused.

“Even I, too, felt it to be weird.”

“I can’t believe the kind of shocking, scandalous, and hot information that I’m being exposed to today, ” says Maya.

“I can understand Maya aunty. I have been through versions of what you’re going through. The discoveries I’ve made were…life-changing.”

“But…why do you think Fidah did that? And does she know about us and our circle?” Savi asks Kishen as she ponders over the startling Fidah-connection.

“She was suspicious about us. But I have not revealed anything beyond the bare minimum about the circle.”

“While you sit and wonder, Savi, please excuse me. I have to get back to your son’s cock. It’s my moment with a cock, after ages.” says Maya.

Ignoring a ‘lost-in-thought’ Savi sitting next to her, horny Maya goes back to playfully stroke Kishen’s dick. She comments, “This young man (referring to Kishen’s cock) has been inside many pussies, including his mom’s. And he is about to explore mine, too. Let me take a good look at this champ.”

Maya proceeds to ‘examine’ Kishen’s shaft, moving it around, pulling the foreskin, admiring the shape of the mushroom and whatnot. She suddenly asks, “Oh my…Savi, you sucked this young man today also?”

Savi is surprised and wonders how on earth Maya came to know. Savi had indeed teased Kishen with an incomplete blowjob earlier that day before he left to meet his friends (Part 17).

“How did you know that?” Kishen asks Maya.

“There is a small smudge of what is unmistakably Savi’s lipstick on Kishen’s balls, right at the edge where the shaft begins,” Maya says with a smile.

“Oh..My…God!” Kishen and Savi utter in unison, looking at each other.

.What happened?” asks a confused Maya

“So, Fidah aunty saw the smudge too,” Kishen tells Savi.

“And she probably confirmed her suspicion about us fucking.” Savi responds.

“So she made me fuck her armpit, KNOWING that you would certainly smell her on my cock. But why?”

“She intended to send a message, Kishen. She wants to let us know that she knows we’re making out.”

“You mean, could it be that Fidah aunty just sent us a welcome message to join her circle, Mom?” Kishen says with the smile of a lottery ticket winner.

“Woohoo,” Kishen screams with joy and jumps around on the bed like a happy kid—as though a dream he yearned for came true. Savi looks visibly amazed at Fidah’s brilliance. Maya is confused.

“Come, dress up, Kishen. Let’s go over to that smart bitch’s place and hand over the response to her message then and there!” Savi says. “Dress up, and come with us if you want, Maya.”

Kishen and Savi get out of the bed to dress up. Disappointed at not being able to indulge with Kishen, Maya asks, “Can we confront Fidah some other day? Can I have my moments with Kishen now? You know I’ve been yearning for a cock.”

“You could get more than one cock at Fidah Aunty’s place. You know… the ‘other people’ are possibly still there.” Kishen.

Maya gets visibly excited…but she also gets concerned just as soon. She asks, “But how do we trust them? Do I know them or something?” Maya asks.

“Oh, Maya aunty. You are in for a ride. I don’t want to spoil the fun by answering your question.” Kishen teases.

“Maya, Kishen’s excitement is nothing more than a hypothesis at this point. I need to talk with Fidah first about what she did. I don’t know anything about Fidah, her sex life, or her circle. All I know now is that my son is involved. Your privacy…our privacy,  is what I care about the most. So, I will not do anything crazy or reveal anything unless I’m convinced it’s safe. Exciting stuff may happen, but maybe not, as well. It will be good if you can come to br a mediator between me and Fidah.” Savi explains. Maya agrees.

They leave to meet Fidah. Almost an hour had passed by the time Kishen, Savi and Maya reached Fidah’s doorstep. They barely noticed the time go by in their anticipation and excitement. It took several minutes for Fidah to answer the door to their calling bell.

Fidah appeared sweaty and dishevelled in the way she dressed. Savi and Maya confirmed that Fidah was indeed ‘guilty as suspected’ from the way she looked at Kishen while welcoming them in.

“You seem to be in the middle of an exercise or something…did we interrupt you?” Savi asks with a sarcastic undertone.

“Yes, I was indeed in the middle of an activity,” Fidah responds.

“We see a lot of footwear outside your door. Are there others here?” asked Maya as they proceeded to sit on the sofa.

“Umm…yes, Maya, they are in Tariq’s room,” responds Fidah.

Fidah offers them snacks. They decline, even when she insists. Several awkward seconds pass. In the silence of the room, Savi and Fidah engage in a stare-down. Their eyes converse,  “I know what you did, Fidah.”

”I know you know, Savi.”

“I know you know. I know, Fidah.”

Passing through this nail-biting decisive moment, Kishen and Maya see a mild smile appearing on Savi’s and FIdah’s serious-looking faces. To their relief, it progresses into the two laughings. Sporting a follow-along grin, Maya and Kishen look at each other.

Savi gets up, steps towards Fidah and pinches hard her left nipple over her kurthi. She says. “You whore…I liked your attar stunt. But I could have easily missed out on it, and your effort would have been for nothing.”

“Ha ha…I saw your lipstick smudge on the bottom of your son’s cock shaft. I was rather sure you would find out,” responds Fidah. She looks at Maya and asks Savi, “How is Maya in all this? I thought she was pretty traditional and conservative.”

“That’s what I thought about you, too, Fidah.” Maya comments.

“Well…she is still new to all this. I was slowly roping her into my circle by being her trusted confidant and, later, her partner in some harmless lesbian crime. As we caught up today for the same, Kishen interrupted us dramatically. And now we’re here,” Savi says.

“Mashallah!” says Fidah. Surprising them, Fidah begins stripping. “What are you waiting for? Lose your clothes and join the action in my son’s room.”

“Uh…Fidah. Can we trust the folks there?” asks Savi.

“I would not have welcomed you otherwise, Savi. My circle is all about trust, respect and confidentiality. Don’t worry.”

“Good. My circle, too,” says Savi.

“I know…I’m impressed by how well Kishen represented your circle. He was careful about not revealing much info about your circle to protect the integrity and privacy of the persons involved. Although I was suspicious, I had no clue you were involved until I saw the lipstick smudge.”

Fidah says. “So, ladies, get ready to be surprised at knowing who all are in my circle.”

“Are there people we know?” asks Maya.

“See for yourself,” Fidah answers. Looking at each other with wide grins of anticipatory excitement, Savi and Maya begin stripping, followed by Kishen. They follow a naked, headscarf-wearing Fidah into Tariq’s room.

Entering the room, Kishen, Maya and Savi are stunned. They see the centre of the room, the naked back of a big, hairy and bulky (but equally muscular) man—a real-life Hulk of sorts. He was ruthlessly fucking ‘someone’ from behind.

They couldn’t see who was being fucked as his big body eclipsed that individual’s body. His huge arm buckled so that someone’s hips were in position. The big fingers of his other hand covered that ‘someone’s face’ to conceal the sound of their moaning as he fucked them intensely.

“Is that Altaf?” Kishen hears Savi ask Fidah.

“The one and only, My dear brother,” Fidah responds with a proud smile.

“So, he is the ‘special someone’,” Kishen says to himself. However, Kishen hadn’t seen Altaf. He remembers the name. Altaf is Fidah’s brother and Tariq’s uncle. Kishen and the boys had heard a lot about Altaf from Tariq, especially accounts involving his physique and strength.

The man is a sub-inspector and has ‘rescued’ Gauri (the maid) from the clutches of her abusive husband by beating him to a pulp (Part 2). Connecting the dots, Kishen finally understands why Gauri wished no one else fuck her first but him. She wished to gift herself to him as a token of her gratitude.

Seeing the huge man that he was, Kishen understood why it had been crucial for Fidah to ‘prepare’ Gauri’s holes for Altaf (Part 19, 20).

Savi, Maya and Kishen longed to see the individual was who was being boned hard by Altaf. From that person’s muffled moans that filled the room, they could guess how long and girthy Altaf’s cock may be plundering their hole.

“My God! Fidah aunty. Good that we prepared Gauri’s holes for Altaf uncle. With that kind of pounding, he would have damagingly ripped the thin Gauri’s holes otherwise,” Kishen says.

“Who is Gauri?” Maya asks.

“Gauri is the society maid, Maya. And Kishen, that is not Gauri who is being pounded by Altaf’s uncle right now. Gauri has had more than enough of gifting herself to my brother.” says Fidah and points to the bed.

All of the guests’ eyes had naturally gravitated to Altaf’s intense humping. Until Fidah pointed, they didn’t notice Gauri lying flat—passed out, on the bed. Even in that state, she was panting. The gold ornaments Fidah had made her wear lay astray on her body.

Her hair lay in tangles and disarray. Her makeup was messy—with mascara leaving a trail of dried tears on her face. Kishen, Maya and Savi saw Gauri’s sore red pussy with cum dripping out. There were red bite marks on her neck, face, breasts and navel.

There were also bruise-like spots that they instantly knew were a result of Altaf’s strong hands and fingers gripping her tight.

“You can’t see it from here, but Altaf’s cum is oozing out of her butt-hole also,” Fidah says.

“Wait a minute! So, who is he pounding now?” asks Kishen.

“That’s the nephew whose ass is being filled by his beloved uncle,” Fidah responds.

The guests cover their mouths upon realizing that it’s young Tariq that’s being pounded so mercilessly. Curious and wanting to witness gay action for the first time in her life, Maya involuntarily steps forward. Altaf notices a naked, chubby, bubbly-boobied Maya watching him.

He notches up his pounding, looking her in the eye. Kishen and Savi see Maya is visibly scared at seeing Tariq being pounded on so mercilessly. His body was force-locked in position against his huge uncle’s body.

“Hai Bhagwan! That doesn’t look so consensual and harmless, Savi,” says Maya.

“Ha ha…it is, though. My son is enjoying the pleasure he is going through at the hands of his uncle.”

“Are you sure? His face is red. Your brother’s strong grip seems to be cutting the blood flowing towards his head. His neck seems to be in an odd position. Tears are flowing out of his eyes.” says a concerned Maya.

“Look at his cock, Maya. It’s hard as fuck. All his blood is probably gushing through the veins of his penis as Altaf keeps knocking down his prostrate pleasure spot while stretching the periphery of his hole,” responds Fidah.

Even Kishen and Savi step forward to see if Tariq’s dick is hard, as Fidah says. Looking at how rough and forceful Altaf was, a part of them needed to see to be convinced that Tariq was indeed enjoying it.

They see that Tariq’s cock was not entirely hard all the way. But it was oozing pre-cum that drooled out in long threads—only to break off to the floor at the force of Altaf’s pounding.

Maya still isn’t convinced. Concerned, she goes over and breaks the action off like how a referee would break off a fight.

“What the fuck!” roars Altaf.

Not caring, Maya frees Tariq from the grip.

“Are you fine, son? Are you being subject to all this against your will?”

Panting hard, Tariq says, “No aunty. I was enjoying it. By the way, Hello! It’s a pleasant surprise to see you all.”

“But…it looked like you were in a lot of pain.”

“That’s just things getting intense, aunty. If I reach a point where I can’t take it, there is a safe word and also a gesture. Altaf’s uncle knows it. He will stop instantly.”

“Oh…is it? I didn’t know that.”

“There are a lot of things you don’t know, Maya. You’re new to all this. And it seems like you’ve not known how much intense love-making can get, even from your late husband.” says Savi. “No offence, ”

“Well, we did have intense sessions. But it was passionately intense. This looks so rough and raw.”

“And does it not look exciting?” Fidah asks.

Maya pauses for a moment. “It looks scary. But I guess it can be pleasurable, too.”

“Think about it, aunty. The pleasure comes not just from the action but also from knowing you’re stretching the limits of your submissiveness.” Tariq explains.

“Yes indeed,  there is a special joy in shedding all your sense of self-worth and modesty and submissively submitting, in entirety, your weak and vulnerable feminine self to sheer masculinity. It is a form of letting go. Very relieving once get into action with that mindset.” Savi says.

Maya looks enticed at the idea.

“But make sure the owner of the said masculinity is someone you really really trust,” Fidah says, running her hands over Altaf’s head and shoulder.

Maya nods in understanding.

“And I trust Altaf uncle, Maya aunty. So, no worries,” assures Tariq. He moves his back, back towards Altaf, who was standing silently while they spoke. Standing with his feet wide apart and bending forward for his uncle’s dick to enter him again, Tariq says, “Please continue, Altaf Mama.”

‘Can we proceed, Madam?” Altaf jokingly asks Maya. She blushes and nods. Altaf steps away takes a jug of water from Tariq’s study table, gulps down a lot of water and gives it to Tariq. An evidently tired Tariq, too, drinks a lot of water from the jar and hands the jar to Maya.

He says, “Maya aunty, Savi aunty since you’re here, can one of you suck my cock while I’m being pounded? Ammi won’t do it. I also think it will help break the ice between us.”

Watching Altaf dock his cock in Tariq’s asshole and lock his body against his to resume the pounding, Maya asks, “What is the safe word?”

“The gesture is to pat on the body of the doer three times or say out loud, “Break.”

Surprising everybody by taking the lead, Maya proceeds to kneel in front of Tariq’s cock, as Altaf resumes pounding him. “Fate has it that your cock be the first I mouth after ages,” says Maya.

Kishen feels a pinch in his heart. His cock had come close to earning that title. He watches as Maya ceremoniously begins to kiss and take Tariq’s cock in between her lips and then into her mouth. She commences her bobbing, trying to sync it with Altaf’s thrusts.

To be continued. Feedback: [email protected].

Hi friends, main apni kahani, ‘TMKOC: Babita ki Khichdi,’ ka agla part leke aap sab ke saamne hazir hu. Umeed hai aapne pichla part padha hoga, aur aap sab ko woh pasand bhi aaya hoga. Agar aapne pichla part abhi tak nahi padha hai, to pehle usko zaroor padhe.

Pichle part mein aapne padha ki Babita Youtube se dekh kar khichdi banati hai. Fir Jethalal uski khichdi ki khushbu ki tareef karta hai, aur usko bahane se apni dukan par bula leta hai. Babita khichdi leke uski dukan par jati hai. Jetha Babita ko bhi apne sath khane ke liye bolta hai. Ab aage badhte hai.

Bagha andar jaake 2 plates aur 2 chammach le aata hai. Tabhi Babita khichdi parosne lagti hai. Lekin Jethalal usko turant rok deta hai aur kehta hai-

Jethalal: Arre Babita ji, aap kyun takleef kar rahi hai? Aap hamare yaha mehman hai. Ye kaam hame karne dijiye. Aap aaram se baithiye.

Fir Jethalal khada hoke dono plates mein khichdi parosne lagta hai. Pehle woh apni plate mein khichdi daalta hai. Fir woh Babita ki plate ki taraf badhta hai.

(Babita ke aane se pehle Jetha soch chuka tha, ki usko Babita ko chodne ke liye kya tareeka istemaal karna tha. Isi ke tehat woh khichdi paros raha tha).

Jaise hi woh Babita ki plate mein khichdi parosne lagta hai. Woh jaan-boojh kar pair fisalne ka naatak karta hai, aur khichdi ka dibba Babita ke upar gira deta hai. Khichdi ka dibba Babita ke upar ulat jata hai, aur uski gardan, uske blouse, aur neeche ki saree par khichdi fail jati hai.

Khichdi ab tak zyada garam nahi rahi hoti, isliye Babita ko koi nuksan to nahi hota. Lekin uske kapde gande ho jaate hai, aur upar ki body bhi. Tabhi woh bolti hai-

Babita: Ye kya kiya aapne Jetha ji!

Jethalal: Maaf karna Babita ji, woh mera pair fisal gaya tha.

Babita: Ab main ghar kaise jaungi aisi haalat mein!?

Jethalal: Aap tension na lo, andar bathroom hai. Aap waha jaake saaf kar lo. Chaliye main aapki madad karta hu.

Ye bol kar Jetha Babita ko bathroom mein le jata hai. Jab woh aage chal rahi hoti hai, to Jetha uski matakti gaand ko dekh kar khush hota hai. Fir Babita washbasin ke saamne khadi hoke khud ko sheeshe mein dekhti hai.

Woh tissue papers aur paani se khud ko saaf karne lagti hai.

Tabhi tissue papers khatam ho jaate hai to woh bolti hai: Arre Jetha ji, tissues to khatam ho gaye. Ab main kya karu?

Jethalal pocket se hanky nikaalta hai aur kehta hai: Aaiye main isse saaf kar deta hu.

Fir Babita Jetha ki taraf muh karke khadi ho jati hai. Jetha paani mein apna hanky bhigota hai, aur uski gardan ko saaf karne lagta hai. Jetha ki nazar Babita ki cleavage par hi hoti hai.

Woh dheere-dheere hath neeche leke jata hai, aur uski cleavage ke aas-paas saaf karne lagta hai. Jetha ka hanky bhi ganda ho jata hai.

Fir woh kehta hai: Oh! Ye bhi ganda ho gaya.

Babita: Ab kaise saaf karnege?

Jethalal: Ek tareeka hai.

Babita: Kya?

Jethalal: Abhi batata hu.

Ye kehte hi Jethalal uske paas jata hai, aur uski gardan par apna muh laga kar chaatne lagta hai. Babita uski is harkat se shock ho jati hai.  Woh peeche hatne ki koshish karti hai, lekin Jetha usko baahon mein jakad leta hai. Uski gardan chaat-chaat kar khichdi saaf karne lagta hai.

Babita ki saanse tez hone lagti hai, aur woh tez saanso ke sath Jetha ko kehti hai-

Babita: Ahh Jetha ji, ye kya kar rahe ahhh hai aap?

Jetha uski nahi sunta, aur uski cleavage mein muh maarne lagta hai. Kuch hi seconds mein Babita garam ho jati hai, aur usko rokna band kar deti hai. Ye dekh kar Jetha Babita ke sar ke peeche hath rakhta hai.

Uske baal pakad kar apne hontho ko uske hontho ke sath mila deta hai. Ab woh zor-zor se Babita ke honth choosne lagta hai. Kamukta mein beh chuki Babita bhi uska sath dene lagti hai.

Jetha kiss karte hue apna ek hath neeche Babita ke chootad par leke jata hai, aur usko dabane lagta hai. Jetha ki ye harkat Babita ki vasna ki aag mein ghee daalne ka kaam karti hai.

Lagbhag 5-minute uske honth choosne ke baad Jetha Babita ka pallu neeche gira deta hai. Uski gardan aur cleavage ko choomne chaatne lagta hai. Fir woh Babita ke blouse ko saamne se khol deta hai aur bra ke upar se pakad kar uske dono boobs ko dabane lag jata hai.

Jaise hi woh boobs dabane shuru karta hai. Babita ke muh se ahh ahh ki awaaze nikalni shuru ho jati hai. Fir Jetha Babita ko doosri taraf ghuma deta hai. Uski peeth par kiss karte hue uski bra ka hook khol kar bra neeche gira deta hai.

Fir woh khud bhi upar se nanga ho jata hai. Aur apne nange badan ko Babita ke nange badan se peeche se chipka leta hai. Jethalal apne hath aage leke jata hai, aur Babita ke dono boobs ko masalne lagta hai, aur nipples ko kheenchne lagta hai.

Is sab se Babita ki chut geeli ho jati hai. Aur ab woh chudne ke liye poori tarah se taiyaar ho jati hai. Kuch der boobs dabane aur Babita ko peeche se choomne-chaatne ke baad Jetha uski saree ka pallu pakadta hai, aur kheenchte hue peeche jaane lagta hai.

Babita ghoom jati hai, aur uski saree poori khul jati hai. Usne neeche petticoat nahi pehna hua hota. To ab woh Jetha ke saamne sirf panty mein thi. Uska nanga shareer dekh kar Jetha pagal ho jata hai. Woh jhat se apne ghutno par aata hai, aur uski panty neeche karke uski chut par apna muh laga leta hai.

Babita ki chut clean shaved thi, ek-dum chikni. Jetha kutton ki tarah uski chut chaatne lagta hai. Babita aahen bhar rahi hoti hai, aur uski chut paani chhodh rahi hoti hai. Jetha bade swaad se uske paani ko pee raha hota hai. Babita apne hath se Jetha ke sar ko apni chut mein dabane lag jati hai.

Kuch der mein Babita jhad jati hai, aur Jetha uska saara paani pee jata hai. Babita ko bada maza aata hai. Fir Jetha poora nanga ho jata hai. Aur apne lund ko hath mein leke Babita ko use choosne ka ishara karta hai.

Babita ghutno par baith kar lund muh mein daal leti hai, aur usko choosne lagti hai. Jetha Babita ke sar ko dono hatho mein leke uske muh ko kisi randi ki tarah chodne lagta hai. Babita ki saans atakne lagti hai, lekin Jetha dhakke maarta rehta hai.

Kuch der aisa hi chalne ke baad woh lund Babita ke muh se baahar nikaalta hai. Fir usko khadi karke, uske hath washbasin par rakhwa kar, aur usko jhuka kar usko ghodi bana leta hai.

Uske baad Jetha apne lund ko Babita ki chut par ragadte hue set karta hai, aur ek hi dhakke mein poora lund uski chut mein pel deta hai. Babita zor se cheekhti hai, jisse Jetha ko bada sukoon milta hai.

Ab Jetha full speed par uski chut mein lund andar-baahar karke usko chodne lagta hai. Lund andar-baahar hone se, aur jaanghon ke chootadon ke sath takrane se phat-phat ki awaaze aane lagti hai.

Babita aahh ahh kar rahi hoti hai, aur Jetha uske chootad masalte hue usko chodta rehta hai. Woh uske chootadon ko masal-masal kar aur un par thappad maar-maar kar laal kar deta hai.

10-minute baad woh Babita ko seedhi karta hai, aur neeche zameen par lita leta hai. Fir woh uske upar aake missionary position mein usko chodne lagta hai. Is dauran woh uske honth aur uske boobs zabardast tareeke se choosta hai.

Aadha ghanta woh aur Babita ko choosta hai, aur fir khada hoke us par apne maal ki barish kar deta hai. Fir woh kapde pehan kar baahar nikal jata hai.

Kuch der baad Babita khud ko saaf karke bathroom se baahar aati hai, aur chup-chaap Jethalal ki dukan se baahar chali jati hai.

The end.

Hello all, this is my first story. So, please bear if some mistakes are there in my story, (If any mistakes are there, then that is fully unintentional).

So, firstly, let me introduce to my family members first.

My name is Ranjan and my age is 21. I am a B.Tech 3rd year student.

My father, Raj and uncle Rohan run our family business. They are 48 and 46 years old respectively.

My mother’s name is Ritu. She has a curvy figure and a fair skin. Her figure can create an erection for men over the clothes also. She doesn’t like to wear sarees like other typical housewives (in her opinion). She is always a modern woman and likes to wear modern dresses like sleeveless nighties, skirts, etc when she is at home. She wears denim, jeans, t-shirts, and skirts, etc while going outside.

Uncle Rohan has a son Ravi, who is 20 years old currently and is a B.Com 2nd year student.

Ravi’s mom is Rani, who is my aunt. She is also a housewife like my mom. She likes to wear sarees. Even most of the time, whether at home or outside, she prefers to wear sarees.

Let’s come to the main story.

I always get a decent amount as my pocket money, so I saved some amount of this. After watching many porn videos (most of them are incest porn), I came to know about a website where we can see live sex by paying some money through webcam video call and also can hire for a night to see live sex and even do sex.

Our house has 4 rooms. One for my father and mom, one for my uncle and aunt, one for my cousin, and one for me. So, one day after coming to my room after dinner, I paid the amount on that website and booked a webcam call for 11:30 pm (so that all the family members could sleep properly before that).

At the given time, I logged into the site (obviously using a fake ID) and the video call started. The man and woman on the other side were using masks to hide their identities. They were already nude.

The man had a cock size of around 5.5 inches. The woman had a physique of 36-32-36. She was very attractive. Her skin color was neither very fair nor very dusky. But her boobs and bums were able to give me an erection.

Suddenly, they muted the call and went out of the screen. I was surprised. But after 10 minutes, they came back and said sorry after unmuting the call. Then they started the sex show on webcam.

In the beginning, the man started licking the woman’s pussy. He licked around 10 minutes and the woman was continuously moaning. After that, the man lied down on the bed and then the woman started sucking his dick. The man was enjoying the blowjob very much. The man held her head and was pushing his dick very faster in her mouth.

Then they got on the 69 position and were sucking and licking at the same time. After it all finished, the woman laid down and the man pushed his cock into her pussy, it fitted fully inside the pussy on the first try itself as it was their daily job.

The continuous moaning of the woman made me very horny and I started masturbating. After some time, the man lied down on the bed and the woman started riding on his cock. Her boobs were bouncing like jumping balls and it was a pleasure for my eye (completely different from staged porn).

After completing this ride, they shared a passionate kiss. Then I requested them to do a doggy-style anal fucking as it was one of my favorites.

The woman denied it initially and said that she had never done it before. However, due to my multiple requests, she agreed. But then there was an issue with the lights. So they turned the camera on the other side and then started doggy-style fucking.

The man tried to put his dick at the woman’s ass and it took multiple attempts, as it was her first time. She shouted very loud initially, and then after a few times, she started enjoying and moaning. She was continuously saying, “Fuck me, baby” and “Keep going”. Her continuous sexual and horny moans and expressions were hard to resist. In reply, the man was saying, “You are my fucking bitch and I will fuck you the whole night.”

It was going on but I ejaculated (obviously I was nude at that time). But I didn’t go to the washroom, instead, I was still enjoying their show. But then I suddenly noticed a picture on the wall. As soon as I zoomed in on that picture, I was shocked.

It was a rare picture and my uncle had bought that picture 2 years ago and it was hanging on the wall of their room!!😱

I was not able to believe my eyes as I was seeing my uncle fucking my aunt in doggy style and the 36 size boobs of my aunt were swinging like a pendulum in front of my eyes. I take a screenshot of that scene.

After 10 minutes, my aunt lied on the bed. She started saying, “Come on baby, cum on my face and mouth, I will drink your whole cum today.”

My uncle was jerking off very fast and finally ejaculated on aunty’s face. Then they cut the call. I was still in shock.

I was feeling it all like a dream and also, I understood why they muted the call at the beginning for some time. Then I went to the washroom, cleaned myself, and slept dreaming about my aunt.

Let me know how was my first story. Mail me to share your responses and suggestions to improve the quality of my story. l will continue the story if I get good responses from the readers.

You can also share your stories so that I can read your fantasies and real stories. If you give permission, I can also share your stories here (full confidentiality will be maintained and names will also be changed).