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I was reading my newspaper in my drawing room. No news caught my eye or piqued my interest. But my summer vacation was in progress. I spent another 30 days in my hometown in Kolkata.

Suddenly, I caught sight of my maid Gauri sweeping the floor of our drawing room. She was bent and sweeping the floor with a broom at a lazy pace. Her pallu was loosely hanging over her left shoulder. The end of the sari pallu was tucked at the right side of her waist.

Her dark olive skin was shining a bit due to the sweat in the humid, hot weather. I can see the deep valley created by those big breasts. It was looking silky. I can see that the right side of her blouse was wet. There were big patches of sweat covering the right side. I can picture the same will the effect of the left side.

Gauri casually looked at me. She asked me to raise my feet on the sofa so that she could sweep around the sofa where I was sitting. I picked up my feet and told her why don’t you take a break. It’s quite hot, and she must be tired. She told me to let her complete sweeping the floors, then she is going to take one.

Gauri has been working with us for quite some time. She started working as our maid when I was studying in school. Gauri is around her mid-forties. Gauri was around 5’4” and did not weigh too heavily. She is not skinny either.

Gauri’s best assets were her breasts and her ass. Her bust was 34C, and with a waistline of 28. Her complete stats were 34-28-35. Her ass was like the shape of a heart. It was well-endowed and well-maintained. Gauri is dark-skinned, and her skin is too smooth.

It felt like a varnish polish. She also had very good hair. Gauri used to oil her hair every day and tie it in a tight bun. Used to wear a red bindi from vermillion and always used to wear a smile. She used to be a very friendly and easy-going person.

My mom and my dad have left for their respective job and won’t be back for a couple of hours. My mom was teaching in a school, so she used to come back at around 2:00 PM. My dad would come back in the evening. Gauri completed the sweeping job and came and sat on the floor in front of my sofa.

I asked her if she wanted some cold water, to which she agreed. I gave her the same, and she drained the water in a couple of seconds and breathed a sigh of relief. But I was staring at her sweat-drenched blouse. It was faded red.

The material had become threadbare due to much use, and a hook was missing from the bottom. Though her pallu was trying to cover her left side, the right side was fully exposed, and the pallu was not doing a good job in shading the left side either.

She stressed a bit in the back to drink the water. I can see that her blouse was missing two buttons instead of one. So, it was fastened by two buttons, one at the top and one at the bottom. I was staring at her breasts. The cleavage was mesmerising, and I could not look away.

Gauri saw me and asked me what I was looking at. She was smiling, but I could not tell her that I could make out the areola lines inside her blouse, or that her nipples were posing out of the material. So, I said nothing. But she could understand my thoughts and again laughed and said that I need to get married.

I just smiled and said that I am still pursuing my studies, and it was not possible. Listening to this, Gauri told me that it was high time that I should consider marriage. I could not take my eyes away from an old lady like her. I was a bit surprised. I knew that she wouldn’t be more than 45 or so.

But such a statement got me on the wrong foot, so I asked her how old she is shamelessly. Now I know it is wrong to ask anyone their age, but lust and curiosity got the best of me. Gauri also did not mind letting me know she was 41 years old.

Listening to this, I laughed out loud. I told her that 41 years is not considered old in this age, maybe 50 years ago, not now. But she told me that she was still old and she is not attractive. Moreover, she is dark-skinned. I wanted to know why she told so little about herself.

She told me that her husband did not find her attractive from the beginning of their married life. Though he takes care of her and provides the necessary care for her life. But I asked her why she asked me if I needed to get married? She told me that from the moment she sat near me, I was staring at her breasts.

She smiled by mentioning the same. There was a shy glow in her face, though. Gauri looked at me and said that I can still get married. I have developed a curiosity towards the female body. After marriage, I can still pursue my studies, but I told her that my parents do not think the way she does.

I need to complete my studies, get a job, and then the marriage follows. Listening to this, she again smiled and said then you have to control the situation alone. She started laughing out loud at her own joke. Initially, I did not understand what she meant by managing myself, but then slowly it settled in.

In the meantime, I was getting really hot. My dick was rock solid inside my pyjamas. I can feel maybe the precum has started oozing.

So, to try my luck, I said, “I had seen your breast a couple of times earlier. When you used to feed your baby, or take a piss in the back yard courtyard. So why don’t you show me your breasts?”

Gauri replied that it is a sin that she is married. If someone, especially her husband, comes to know about the same, it will be a huge problem for her. My mouth started to dry, and I had to lick my lips. My voice was shaking due to high-octane emotions building up.

I was desperate to see those gorgeous breasts. So, I tried to reason with her and told her that no one would know about this incident. I was not going to tell anyone about it. She was shaking her head and said that it would be a sin. But at that time, the devil inside me woke up.

I came down from the sofa, sat in front of her and said, “Let me see your breasts, and no one will know.” I extended my hands to grab her breasts. She tried to pull back, but I was not reluctant to go. So, I caught hold of her left hand and pulled her close to me.

The pull was quite strong, and due to the same, she came right over me. She gave a shriek and came over my broad chest. She immediately hugged me and whispered in my ear that the windows are open and someone can see us. So, I should let her go.

But I did not want to let the chance go by. I saw her hair bun was loose. I put my hands into her hair and pulled her for a deep kiss. It was my first kiss, and I was not sure how to go ahead with the same. So, with movie knowledge and passion, I took both of her lips in my mouth and started sucking them.

She wanted to free herself, but I hugged her more tightly and was sucking my breath out. She tried for a few more seconds and then tried to push me away. I was a bit hurt and a bit scared, thinking if she would start shouting. But instead, she was taking deep breaths.

I understood she could not breathe because of the sudden assault. I got up and sat on the sofa, while Gauri was trying to pull up her pally, and was staring at me. I again got hold of her hands and pulled her slowly to stand up. Gauri intuitively stood up, and I pulled her close to me.

Gauri gave a glance towards the windows. But the curtains were drawn. I was sure no one could see inside our drawing room. I pulled her again, and she came very close to me now, and I signalled to sit with me. She wanted to sit by my side, but I made her sit on my lap.

She sat in my lap and immediately pushed her head into my chest. As if she was trying to hide between me. Her pallu, which she was trying to put right, was now strewn on my lap and the floor. I slowly pulled her face up, and she immediately started to kiss me.

Gauri took my bottom lip in her mouth and started sucking. It was heavenly. Slowly, she started opening her mouth and used her tongue to open my mouth. Once she succeeded, she started a tough twister with mine. While we were exploring our tongue, I took the opportunity to put my right hand in her blouse.

Her nipples were taut and stiff. I started pinching and twisting her nipples, and she was slowly moaning lightly. She opened the last two buttons, and the breasts came out. She pulled my mouth towards her left breast. I started sucking them and pinching the other.

She was quite excited and was pulling my hair. Hissing out my name. I stopped sucking her breast and told her, “Can we go to my room, as it will be more secluded for our fun?” Not sure she was understanding what I said. So I had to make her stand, take her hands, and take her to my room.

Gauri’s sari was completely in disarray. But I was still engrossed with her breasts. I asked her to lie down on the bed so that I could give my undivided attention to those two mounds. I was sucking it and times; I slowly bit her nipples.

Her breasts were dried out when her son was 10 years old. But she still tried to get some milk out of those nipples. She was pressing with force on the areolas to see if they came out, even if a drop or two. I told her that it does not matter whether with or without milk, I am crazy for those two.

She again lay on my bed, and I was sucking both of them one after another. I was not sure I was sucking her breasts and was moving my hands on her stomach. I was poking and playing with her level depth, and she was enjoying the eustacy. Suddenly, I found that I was touching some hair.

I slowly looked at her stomach. I saw that while I was playing with her stomach, my hand had moved slowly inside her petticoat. Now it had reached at her pubic region. Gauri wanted me to stop and pleaded with her eyes. There was no exchange of words, just passionate looks.

I just sank deep into her lips, and pushed my first two fingers into her pussy. Boy, her pussy was wet. She moved lightly. But there was no stopping that time. I can feel there were strokes going on at death, and a slight noise of sticky juice splattering within fingers.

After going on for 5/6 minutes, she arched her back for a few seconds. Once I pulled my fingers, I found a flush of sticky transparent fluid lapping all over my palms. Gauri sat up. Hold me tightly for a few seconds, and then she started kissing all over my face. It was a great feeling.

It was small wet kisses. I managed to get out of her hugs and went behind her. I hugged her from behind. I opened the drawstrings of her petticoat. I can see the line of her ass and tailbone. I started kissing her from behind, and was pressing her breasts. I was pressing them now with lots of pressure.

Gauri was moaning loudly now, and her cum was glistening over her breasts. I pushed her in the front after some time. She understands, and she slept on her tummy. I pulled her petticoat from her legs. Now she has no shame. In stated giving her some love bites on her ass cheeks.

Moaning continued. I got out of bed and started to undress. I was doing the same in front of Gauri; she was hungrily looking at my dick. She extended her hands as I came close to her. She sat on all fours and looked at my dick lovingly and started to smell it.

She then rubbed some precum on her fingers and tasked the same on the tip of her tongue. Once she gave a satisfied look, she took my whole dick inside her mouth. My 5-inch organ went inside her mouth and started sucking it like there was no tomorrow.

It took me around 4 minutes to cum in her mouth. She did not have any issue when I cum inside her mouth. She got up and went to the bathroom to spit out the sperm. I was disappointed as I felt she was going to have it. Gauri smiled at me and pushed me back to bed.

I sat on my ass, and she squatted in between my feet and took the dick head in her mouth and started sucking again. And then again, the same process. Her mouth was going up and down. I can see her ass as I was staring at her back, and it was growing up again.

After giving me a blowjob after 6 minutes, I can feel that I have grown to my fullest and understood that Gauri has also understood that I was ready. She did not give me any chance and strode up to me. She was slowly pulling herself up, and she reached close to my dick.

She pushed herself up at half squat and with precision and deft she pushed herself in me. My dick went inside her pussy as if it were like using a hot knife inside the butter. Gauri put her hands around my neck. I can smell the pungent smell that is coming from her under arms pubic hair.

She asked me in a Soto voice to take her breasts and start sucking. She was kissing me, pulling my hair and at times placing my face on the breasts that she feels need to be taken care of. This was going on for 8 to minutes. Suddenly, I felt that I was going to burst out. I grabbed her ass really tightly.

Gauri was getting still and arched at the back and screamed really hard. I wanted to warn her. Moments later, she pulled my head deep in between her breasts, and I blasted inside. I felt that I was not going to stop.

But like every volcano erupting lava, this one also subsided after 4 to 5 boulders of cum spewing inside her pussy. Gauri just flopped on my right side. She was breathing really hard. It was after 15 to 20 seconds that I heard a soft sound like a plop. My sperm were slowly coming out of her cunt.

She was staring at me and softly asked if I had come inside her, which I acknowledged. After a few minutes of rest, she got up and went to the restroom. She took my hand and took me too. She squatted and started pissing while I was releasing myself in the toilet pan.

After she was done washing her pussy and came to me, she washed my dick. She hugged me and kissed me again. Then she went to my bedroom to get dressed. Gauri was getting dressed, while I was still sitting naked with my floppy dick hanging.

Once she was done dressing. She again came close to me and sat by my side. This time, I kissed her, and after a passionate kiss, she told me that if I did not disclose this incident to anyone, then we could have sex again and again.

As she was trying to get up and go, I caught hold of her and pulled her once last time towards me. She understood what I was asking her for. She sat near my feet and pushed her mouth to get the prized dick.

This made me feel more excited, and the urge to flaunt my curves grew each day. I am a sexually curious woman who looks innocent in hijab. But at the same time, I’m wild with the same hijab when I feel horny. I am mostly inclined towards the BDSM fetishes.

I identify myself as one of the sluttiest people you will ever come across. 34c-30-36, these are my measurements of my assets. Moving with a quiet grace, the black hijab flowed around me, covering me completely. Only my large, dark eyes peeked through, adding a sense of mystery to my gentle presence.

My life turned upside down around a year ago when I met Sam on Fetlife. We clicked instantly as we shared a lot in common. Though he was not interested in sex, the desire to have a Muslim sub under his control made him feel kinky and hot.

Knowing that I needed to follow each and every command, my anticipation grew as his desire did. We enjoyed ourselves for a brief period before flying abroad a few months ago. We couldn’t talk as much as we did, as he was still settling. The time difference made it even harder.

One fine evening at college, I saw his name flash on my phone as he called me. It brought back all the memories. I was aroused just at the sight of his name. I picked up instantly. He told me that he is in India for some work and asked if I missed him. Honestly, I missed his kinks.

They made me feel alive, and I nodded my head, saying yes to him. I heard him chuckle and told me to be ready. He had planned something kinky for me. He had thought of it for some time, to make me do. Hearing this from him, as I was already starting to get wet.

I knew he had something devilish planned for me. It was a Thursday evening. I had just gone out of my college as my Dom told me to leave early. I was wearing a kurti and salwar, with nothing underneath. He had ordered me to remove my undergarments and put them in my bag.

He ordered me to get an auto. I signalled an auto and got in. The driver was a man around mid-30s. He looked decent and sincere. I settled into the auto while Sam was on call. I had my AirPods on. Meanwhile, the Dom ordered me to pull my kurti down.

I pulled it down on his command so that the driver could grab a clear view of my deep cleavage. I followed his orders as a good bitch would, and I flaunted my cleavage. I could see that the driver was adjusting his view through the rear-view mirror to take me all in.

Sam commanded that I lower my torso so that he could explore my cleavage as deeply as possible. When I did so, he was surprised at the sight of me being completely nude underneath. How easily he was able to see my nipples.

Afterwards, Sam made another command: to speak with him regarding my sexual experiences and relationships. He asked me whether or not I have had any male partners. I mentioned that I have sexual urges despite not having a partner at any given time.

I could sense the excitement in him, hearing all this. He was getting more open with me. He slowly started calling me “Tu” instead of “Aap.” I can feel the sudden shift in the air when he ordered me to show my boobs, pretending it was an accident.

I flashed my tits like it’s an accident. The driver was excited, and then he started deliberately driving the auto into potholes. When I told Sam about this, he told me to ask him directly if he had seen my boobs. He told me to ask him in cheap words.

So, I asked him, “Aapne mere chuche dekhe kya abhi?” (Did you see my boobs?)

His expression suddenly changed like he had seen a ghost. He replied, “Sach bolu toh itne gore boob pehle kabhi dekhe hi nahi, sirf filmon mein hi dekhe hai.” (Honestly, I’ve never seen such fair boobs.)

Hearing his reply, the Dom got excited and told me to ask him if he wished to touch them. I asked him, “Touch karne ka mann hai kya inko?” (Do you feel like touching them?)

After that, he started driving very fast down an abandoned road and stopped. He turned around and tore apart my kurti, then started pressing my boobs softly and then roughly, saying, “Yaar itni soft skin hai teri, randi.” (Hey, how’s your skin so soft, you bitch!)

Hearing this, the Dom ordered me to curse myself more so he could know my true value. I said, “Haan randi hoon main, kutiya, mardon ke paon ki jooti hun.” (Yes, I’m a slut, a bitch meant to be the footwear of men).

After listening to me, he tore my salwar and made me completely naked. Then he said, “Chal kutiya, bahar utar, dekhne de dhang se is Muslim randi ki aulaad ko.”(Come on bitch, get down, let me inspect you slutty Muslim woman).

I got out of the auto naked, wearing just high heels strapped around my legs in the bright moonlight. Suddenly, I heard Sam ordering me to kneel down in front of the auto-wala and beg him to fuck me there. I kneel down on the dirty road.

The Dom also told me to call the auto-wala “malik.” I begged, “Malik, kya aap iss  randi kuttiya ki gaand maroge please?”(Master, can you fuck this bitch’s ass?)

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my hair pulling it up. When I looked up, his pants were down, and his dick was erect, saluting my face. He positioned himself at my anal hole, and he slid it in. That was the beginning of my damn pleasure.

His cock felt so good inside me. The high in breaking the shackles of my conservative nature, which I attained from my family. Like a good bitch, I took all the hardcore fucking, his cock invading my bloody ass.

I felt like flying in heaven. The slut in me swallowed and cleaned his dick completely. Then he said, “Ruk randi, moot ke aane de mujhe.” (Wait, bitch, let me pee.)

Sam was enjoying listening to the moans of his sub. He told me to stop the driver, ordered me to beg the driver, “Iss randi ke hote hue malik, aapki kahin aur mootne ki kya zarurat hai?” (Being the Master of this bitch, what’s the need to pee elsewhere?)

I opened my mouth after saying this, and he peed inside my mouth. I drank it. He said, “Sachi bolu, teri jaisi randi zindagi mein nahi dekhi hai. Saali gazab ki kuttiya hai tu, maza hi dila diya hai tune toh aaj.” (Honestly, I’ve never seen a slut like you. You’re a good bitch. You’ve given me a lot of enjoyment today).

Then he made me sit inside the auto again, naked, covered in cum and piss, with nothing to hide myself. With this, part one of my encounters comes to an end.

Hi readers. I am back with one more story. Yeh story ek middle-class family ki hai. Didi Anjali (name changed), aged 25, ghar ki ladli beti aur papa ki pari. Bhai Arun (name changed), aged 23. Maa-papa khushi ke parivaar ke liye rehte hain.

Isme ek aur character hai, Neha (name changed), jo Anjali ki khaas saheli hai. Zyadatar salwar suit mein hi rehti hain Anjali aur Neha.

Anjali padi-likhi hai aur ekdum kadak figure wali hai, aur ghar par shaadi ke liye rishte dekhe ja rahe hain. Arun apni didi se pyar karta hai aur dono bhai-behen ke beech nok-jhok hoti hi rehti hai.

Arun hamesha apni didi ko bachata rehta hai maa-papa se. Arun ko ladkiyon ka shauk hai aur wo kaafi ladkiyon ke saath ghuma chuka hai aur ghuma raha hai, aur Anjali yeh baat bhi jaanti hai aur apne bhai ki khub chugli karti hai aur uski khub class bhi leti hai, lekin rokti nahi.

Anjali ka yahi maanna hai ki mard hai aur usse ladkiyon ka shauk toh hoga hi aur ek hi toh bhai hai uska. Arun ne kaafi ladkiyon ko pataya hai aur kaifi ladkiyon ke saath soya bhi hai. Bistar garam karta hai fir nikal jata hai, sab shareef ghar ki izzatdaar parivaar ki tarah.

Arun ko sirf unki chut se matlab hai, apna kaam ho gaya toh ladki uski kisi kaam ki nahi. Arun ne yahan tak ki Neha ko, jo uski didi ki khaas saheli hai, usse bhi choda hai. Neha uski khaas hai aur jab koi nahi milti toh Neha ke paas jata hai.

Ek baar Neha ko chodke dono apne bistar par baithte hain, ek dusre ke baaahon nange.

Neha: Kya baat hai Arun… main kuch dino se notice kar rahi hoon ki thoda change ho gaye ho?

Arun: Nahi toh Neha… main toh theek hoon.

Neha: Arun, main tumhe acche se jaanti hoon… batao, kaunsi ladki hai jiske saath sona chahte ho jo tumhari dimaag mein baith gayi… kiski chut maarni hai?

Arun: Neha, kuch nahi… aisi koi baat nahi.

Neha: Kya woh ladki tumhari didi Anjali toh nahi? (dekh rahi hai Arun ko aur Arun hakka-bakka reh jata hai)

Arun: Yeh tum kaisi baat kar rahi ho Neha? Woh meri didi hai… aisa koi soch sakta hai kya ki ek bhai hone ke naate?

Neha: (muskurayi) Arun, main pagal nahi hoon… tumne kya socha? Maine notice nahi kiya ki tumhari nazar Anjali ki gaand par kaisi tiki rehti hai?

Arun: (dara aur sharam bhi mehsoos ho rahi hai) Woh… woh, Neha aisi koi baat nahi. (soch raha hai kya karu aur kya kahu)

Neha: (muskurayi) Ghabrao mat Arun… main hi hoon yahan… koi aur nahi hai.

Arun: Nahi toh… aisi koi baat toh nahi.

Neha: Arun, sochlo… agar sach bataoge toh shayad main tumhari madad kar doon kuch.

Arun: Kya matlab? Kya tum sach mein?

Neha: Sochlo acche se… shayad main tumhari ichha poori kar saku. Tumhari Anjali didi ko ek raat ki tumhari bistar ki mallika bana doon.

Arun: Kya? Kya yeh sach mein mumkin hai Neha? Woh… haa… mujhe didi bahut acchi lagti hai… ek baar unki leni hai mujhe… lekin himmat nahi ho rahi Neha. Pata nahi didi kya kahengi ya thappad maar dein mujhe.

Neha: Hahahaha… Arun, itni ladkiyon ki undiyaan utari hain tumne… ek aur sahi. Koi galat nahi hai agar apni Anjali didi ki ek baar undie utaaroge toh… koi shaadi thodi karni hai tujhe… bas tujhe apni bhookh mitani hai, kyun… hahahahahahaha.

Arun shakal banata hai jaise Neha aisi baat kare, lekin uska dil machal raha hai apni didi ko ek baar chodne ki, apni banane ki.

Neha: (sirr ko sehlati hai) Mujhe 2 din ka waqt do… main set karti hoon tumhari Anjali didi ko tumhare bistar garam karne ke liye.

Iske baad Arun nikal jata hai aur Neha apni khaas saheli Anjali ko bulati hai apne ghar, sochti hai, “Kaise utaarun iski panty iske bhai ke liye? Ek raat ki mallika zaroor banaungi isse iske bhai ke liye, chahe woh 4 deewaron mein hi raaz banke dafan kyun na rahe.”

Anjali apni saheli Neha ke yahan aati hai.

Anjali: Kya baat hai Neha? Sab theek toh hai? Waise uncle-aunty nahi dikh rahe ghar par.

Neha: Anjali, maa-papa 4 din ke liye bahar gaye hain… main akeli hoon.

Anjali: Accha, toh tum koi na koi kaand karne ki firaq mein ho phir toh… hahahahaha.

Neha: Hahahaha… suna hai Anjali tumhari shaadi ke liye zor se rishte dhund rahe hain.

Anjali: Haa, Neha… mujhe toh jald se jald ghar se nikalne ki soch rahi hoon… hahahahaha.

Neha: Hahahaha… kyu bhai? Support nahi kar raha hai kya tujhe?

Anjali: Use toh mujhe tang karne se fursat mile tab na. Aur pata nahi kis ladki ke saath ghoom raha hoga.

Neha: Arre, Anjali… mard hai… woh tum kya chahti ho ki Arun aisi zindagi jiye jaise koi stupid ho?

Anjali: Neha, woh mera ek hi bhai hai… use aise hi rehna thik hai. Mujhe toh khushi hai woh ladkiyon ginti bada raha hai… hahahahahaha.

Neha: Anjali, aise kaho ki chut ki ginti bada raha hai… hahahaha. Pata nahi kitni ladkiyon ne apni chut mein liya hai tere bhai ka lund.

Anjali: Hahahaha… aakhir bhai kiska hai? Mard hai… use aise shauk hi jhachti hai… hahahahaha.

(Neha sochti hai: Anjali tujhe kya pata tere bhai ka shauk… woh teri chut bhi apni ginti mein add karna chahta hai.)

Neha: Bahut pyar karti ho tum Anjali apne bhai se… apne bhai ka fan ho fir toh tum… hahahahaha.

Anjali: Neha, hai toh woh natkhat… lekin ek hi toh bhai hai mera. (smile)

Neha: Anjali, kyu bhai ki chut ki count nahi badhayegi kya? (smile)

Anjali: Neha, mera bhai itna bewakoof nahi hai jo aise hi rahega. Ek number ka shikari hai… pata nahi kitni chutiya shikaar hui hain… waise bhi, kisi ki baat bahar nahi aane deta… hahahahaha. Aur koi ladki nahi jo uski nazar mein aaye ho aur woh uski bistar garam karne na jaye… hahahahahaha.

Neha: Manti ho na shikari hai… lekin ek ladki hai Anjali jisse woh approach nahi kar pa raha hai, aur woh usse bahut chahta bhi hai. Ek baar usse apni baahon mein lekar bistar par khub pyar karna chahta hai. Yeh samjho ki usse Arun ke bistar par ek raat ki mallika banni hai… hahahahahaha.

Anjali: Neha, problem kya hai? Meri maano toh har ladki ko mere bhai ka bistar garam karni chahiye… hahahaha. Waise Arun baat bahar bhi nahi aane deta, aur kisse kya pata chalega ki kisi ki ek raat ki mallika banne mein. Waise mujhe pata hai woh mallika nahi, randi banakar chodega woh… hahahahahaha. Waise hai kaun woh jiski maarni hai mere bhai ko?

Neha: Dekho Anjali, main ghumaungi nahi baat ko. Woh koi aur nahi… tum khud ho. Arun tumhare saath ek raat sona chahta hai… tumhe chodna chahta hai lekin uski himmat nahi ki tumse baat kare iske baare mein.

Anjali: (ekdum chounki) Tum pagal ho gayi ho kya Neha? Main didi hoon uski… behen hoon. Hosh mein toh ho tum? Pata bhi hai kya keh rahi ho?

Neha: Anjali, main puri hosh mein hoon. Arun tumhe hi chahta hai ek baar apni baahon mein… tum toh itni taareef kar rahi thi bhai ko, ab kya hua? Dekho Anjali, yeh toh galat hai baki ladkiyon bhi kisi ki behenen hain… ab tumhari baari aayi toh aisi baat kar rahi ho?

Neha: Dekh, tum itni khubsurat ho aur Arun koi bewakoof nahi… usne pura sochke hi faisla kiya hoga. Tum hi socho agar tumhari shaadi ho gayi aur tum nikal gayi toh kya usse yeh mauka milega?

Neha: Ek baar Anjali… tum apne bhai ko itna pyar karti ho… ek baar apne kapde utaarke bhai ke baahon mein ek raat nahi bita sakti kya?

Neha: Koi jaan nahi lega… woh bas ek baar chodega tumhe… sukh dega woh. Pata nahi jo ladka tumse shaadi karega, usse tumhe aisi sukh milegi bhi ya nahi.

Anjali: Neha, main kya kahu tumhe? Tumne toh mujhe apni hi baaton mein phasa diya, lekin woh mera bhai hai… main kaise aise apne hi bhai ke saath bina kapdon ke uske baahon? Mujhse nahi hoga.

Neha: Anjali, tumhara apna bhai hai… isliye bahut safe hai… aur kisi kaan kaan khabar nahi hoga. Tumhari bhi jawani phoot rahi hai… aur kitni din aise hi rahegi? Shaadi jab hogi, tab dekha jayega.

Neha: Dekho, main jaanti hoon zaroorat tumhe bhi hai. Acche se sochlo ek baar… chahe toh 2 din lo. Agar ‘haan’ hai toh main yahi par intezaam kar doongi aur kisi ko shak nahi hoga ek raat par.

Neha: Waise bhi, main akeli hoon 4 din ke liye. Aur haan, bhai se kuch mat kehna… woh aisa hi react karega ki use kuch pata nahi hai aur tum bhi aise hi rehna. Ek baar ho jayegi toh phir raat gayi, baat gayi… samjhi Anjali? Koi problem nahi hogi.

Anjali chup ho gayi aur apna ghar chali gayi. Bhai ko dekhti hai ghar par. Arun ko dar toh hai lekin kuch kehta nahi aur na hi kuch react karta hai. Anjali bhi normal rehne ki koshish karti hai. Raat ko use neend nahi aati, bas Neha ki baatein ghoom rahi hain dimaag mein.

Chut mein lund ki zaroorat jagti hai Anjali ko, lekin samaj ka dar aur aage kya hoga, yahi baatein mann mein aa rahi hain. Arun bhi sochta hai, “Kya faisla legi didi? Kya meri bistar ki mallika banegi ya nahi?”

Aakhir mein chut ki zaroorat hi mann par bhaari padti hai. Fir apni Neha ko call karta hai.

Neha: Haan, Anjali… bolo… kya faisla hai?

Anjali: Main tayyar hoon apne bhai se chudwane ke liye… lekin baat bahar nahi aani chahiye… tumhare bharose pe maan rahi hoon.

Neha: Bilkul chinta mat karo Anjali… yeh baat 4 deewaron ke beech raaz banke dafan rahegi… kabhi bahar nahi ayegi. (smile) Aur condom toh use karta hi hai Arun.

Anjali: Theek hai… main kal raat ko aaungi tumhare ghar par rukne.

Neha: Haan, Anjali… ghar pe bata dena ki main akeli hoon… isliye rukne jaa rahi hoon. Baki intezaam main kar doongi yahan par. Aur suno… niche trim kar lena. (smile) Pehli baar dikhane wali apni chut ko chudwane ke liye. Hahahahahaha.

To be continued…

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I am Madhusudhan, a 40-year-old Tamil married guy in Bangalore. Please click on the author’s name above and read my other stories.

The story that I’m going to narrate today is a real-life incident of one of my chat friends, Anu (Name changed). She doesn’t want to reveal her personal details, so don’t email me asking for them. Getting into the story straight away.

Anu had always thought of herself as a practical, grounded person. Born and raised in Chandigarh, she moved to Mumbai after her marriage in 2021. She was adjusting to life with her in-laws and the fast pace of her PR job in the media world.

She was very fair in colour, 5.6” height, 34-30-36 a fit and modern girl worthy to be a model, but chose PR as her career.

After marriage, Anu and her husband Pranav went for their honeymoon to Andaman on a 10-day trip. Andaman was not crowded, as the curfew had been relaxed just a few days ago. Not many were bold enough to come out for a trip abroad.

Pranav, being a mom’s kid, was submissive, and Anu was dominant among both. Anu had a day-by-day plan for each night and shared it with Pranav. As per that, they were supposed to have sex on the 8th day (blindfolds, lube, role plays, etc.).

Anu is not a virgin (lost it to her ex). But Pranav, to date, is a virgin, even after 4 years of marriage.

Night 1 – Tired from travel, so both went to bed early

Night 2 – Both drank a lot, danced and partied. During the day, they both went on some local sightseeing and kissed and groped in public, as there was hardly anyone around.

Night 3 – That was the day of Oral. First, it was the turn of Anu. She removed Pranav’s shorts, rubbed his cock from top to bottom, measuring the length and width of it. Then she crushed his balls, which made Pranav give a loud moan, which included both pain & pleasure.

She went down on her knees and started to give a nice blowjob. Being a first timer, Pranav cum within 2 minutes and Anu drank all of it. Pranav was surprised to see his wife acting bitchy. But she got up and acted as though she had drunk it by mistake. (Anu was well trained by her ex-bf, especially in oral)

Then Pranav gave her oral satisfaction. Though it was not up to the levels of her Ex, Anu did enjoy it and didn’t have any complaints.

Day 4 – Another wave of COVID hit, and people were asked to stay indoors. Not knowing how long this would last, they cancelled their trip and travelled back to India.

After reaching India, for the next 2 weeks, there were relatives at home. Neither Anu nor Pranav wanted to have sex in a hurry. So, they were waiting for the right time to start their marital life. But life is full of surprises.

Pranav got an on-site offer that he couldn’t refuse. There was a scope for him to take Anu with him after a few months. Days became months, and then 2 years went by like that.

It’s 2023 now, and life is back to normal for everyone. Anu had to travel frequently to Delhi every month for work. Once in a while, she visits her parents in Chandigarh as it’s an overnight journey from Delhi.

In July 2023, during one of her trips from Delhi to Chandigarh, Anu found herself on a sleeper bus and boarded the bus at 7: 30 PM. The last two berths on the bus were empty. Anu occupied the upper single berth at the very last.

Just before her on the double berth sat a man, quietly reading a book she recognised instantly, one she had read before. He was also going through his Instagram reels about some actors. Anu, being in PR, knew that the contents in those videos were fabricated, and she initiated the conversation.

Anu – Don’t believe in these videos, they are not real.

They talked easily. At 11 p.m., the bus stopped at a roadside dhaba for dinner. Everyone got down except the two of them. The quiet of the stationary bus made their conversation feel more personal—family, work, ordinary things shared like old friends.

Then they started playing Ludo sitting opposite each other. And consecutively for 3 times, Vibhor beat her and said.

Vibhor – “khelne nahi ata bolo na..” (Tell me if you don’t know how to play.)

Again, the bus started, and all the lights were off. This time, Anu wanted to beat him at any cost and said it’s a round of 5; let’s see who wins. It went on for 45 minutes, and finally Vibhor beat her this time as well.

Anu started to hit him with the pillow, and in a playful act, Vibhor tickled her and pushed her a little. Now she fell on the left berth, which was empty. Vibhor went on top of her, held both her hands with his 1 hand and tickled her again.

Being night, she couldn’t laugh out loud, closed her eyes and asked him to let her go.

He moved closer to Anu’s ears and, in a husky voice, he said, “You are too beautiful to let go. How can I stop myself from letting you go without kissing you?”

Before Anu’s brain could process this and react, Vibhor started to kiss her. Started with Anu’s cheeks, then ear lobes and finally on Anu’s neck. Anu, who didn’t have sex or any intimate relationship for close to 2 years, lost it that moment, and she whispered back to him.

Anu – At least close the berth before you do what you plan to

Vibhor immediately went up and closed the curtains, and came on top of her again.

Vibhor – Do you mind if I kiss your lips? Without waiting for Anu’s permission, he started to kiss deep into her mouth and started to suck on it.

While kissing her lips, his hands went into her top and cupped her 34D-size boobs over her bra. He kept rolling his fingers around her boobs over the braziers. Suddenly, in full thrust, she pulled the brazier to the top and touched her bare boobs.

Anu had a strange, sensual feeling that was completely new for her. She had sex before with her Ex bf. But doing it in public in a moving bus was new to her, and the cold air from the vent so close to them was making her get hornier. Then Vibhor slowly slid down her neck and licked between her cleavage.

By this time, Anu was half naked with her boobs fully exposed. He started to suck Anu’s boobs one after another, giving enough time and saliva. Vibhor wasn’t forceful like Anu’s Ex, nor was he too soft like her hubby. He felt different to her.

Time was already nearing 1 AM, and he didn’t want to lose the night. He went down and unbuttoned Anu’s jeans. She tried to resist him and gave up immediately as her body needed a man. Vibhor slowly slid Anu’s pink panties down and saw her cleanly shaved pussy, and Vibhor got to know that Anu was already prepared for such extreme events.

Vibhor gave Anu a pleasurable night to remember. He would lick every inch of her pussy, he would do it slowly, and then suddenly increase the speed. Then he would stop for a few seconds, which would make Anu go aggressive, and she would press his head to her pussy. He liked teasing her and making her want it.

After 15 minutes of sucking, he got up, and it was Anu’s turn to pleasure him. Anu, being a pro, went between his legs and started to suck his dick from top to bottom. She loved the smell of a cock after 2 long years.

Anu thought that being a pro would make him release the cum, and soon this would be over. But Vibhor had other plans in mind; he didn’t ejaculate even after 10 minutes of sucking.

Anu was tired by now and lay down on the berth. Vibhor got on top of her and rubbed his cock over her pussy. She wasn’t ready for a penetration and panicked and tried to stop.

Vibhor – Anu dear, please don’t do this. I won’t cross my limits. (Wont release cum inside) as I don’t have a condom now.

Vibhor kept rubbing his cock over her pussy and suddenly inserted it in a full thrust. Anu was going crazy and was about to shout. By then, Vibhor sensed it and kept his hands on her mouth.

Again, another thrust, and another, and it continued for the next 15 minutes. Vibhor still didn’t release the cum, and they moved from missionary to spoon position. He started to fuck Anu in that position. Anu was enjoying every bit of it and the thrill associated with it.

Later, both Anu & Vibhor slept in the same berth. They woke up early in the morning around 4 30, and Vibhor was to get down in 10 minutes. Anu made up a plan and wanted to make it more memorable and started giving him a handjob.

Once his stop was very close by, she immediately bent down and started giving a blowjob. Vibhor couldn’t resist and started enjoying it, and missed his stop.

This time, Anu showed all her previous experiences and gave him the best BJ of his life and drank the entire cum. Then they had one more round before getting down in Chandigarh.

The relationship continued quietly for the next year and a half, meeting in hotels during Anu’s regular trips to Delhi. The relationship was simple and passionate for sex. To date, Anu’s husband is abroad and is awaiting to lose his virginity to Anu.

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Hi everyone, hope you all are doing well. I am back with another sexual encounter of my sexy Mom, Sujatha. My Mom, Sujatha, is 45 years old and has a sexy slutty figure of 34D-32-36. She is a sex bomb who can raise the dick of men with her sexy walk.

My Mom enjoyed the gangbang with my 3 friends and me in the farmhouse. Later, she had fun with Janardan, the driver, gardener, and watchman. She had the best sex of her life, taking 7 dicks into her holes.

She was so happy, and she started to call me a bastard at home. I started calling slutty Mom only when we are alone at home.

One week later, while I was still sleeping, Daya entered our house after my dad left. My Mom was washing clothes in the backyard, and he stood at the door watching my Mom. She was in her casual nightie without any inners. Daya kept rubbing his dick, watching my Mom’s ass jiggle.

She kept hitting the clothes against the rock. Then, rinse them in the tub beside the rock. Daya pulled his dick out, which was hard, and walked to my Mom. When my Mom bent to rinse the cloth, he raised my Mom’s nightie and pushed his dick into my Mom’s dry pussy.

“Aah,” Mom screamed, but Daya held her tight. He started to press her boobs hard and continued fucking her pussy. My Mom was unaware that it was Daya who was fucking her.

She moaned, “You naughty bastard son, you want your slut Mom to scream? But I loved it when you fuck me all of a sudden without any intimation or foreplay. Look, my pussy started to leak. Yes, son fuck your slut Mom hard. I love your dick, son.”

Daya was in shock listening to those words, but he kept fucking her. He pulled her nightie and threw it away. He turned her towards her, and my Mom was shocked to see him. She realised it was Daya who was fucking her.

Before she could speak, Daya lifted my Mom’s left leg and pushed his dick back into my Mom’s pussy. He slapped my Mom’s face as my Mom bit her lip when he pushed his dick into her pussy. Daya caught my Mom’s throat, choking her.

He said, “You slutty bitch, you even spread your legs for your son as well? I thought your husband was not satisfying you, but still, after getting fucked by your son, you still need new hard dicks bitch?”

My Mom was trying to free herself as Daya was not in his senses fucking her, choking her harder. I woke up and came out searching for my Mom. When I saw her with Daya, her face was red, and tears were rolling down her face. I was furious, so I went and pulled Daya back.

I kicked his balls, and Daya fell to the ground. I went to my Mom who was sitting on the rock and composing herself. I took a rope and tied Daya’s hands and legs with it. I took Mom inside and gave her some water. Once she was alright, I asked my Mom what was happening.

She said, “Even I don’t know son, that fucker came all of a sudden and started fucking me. I thought it was you and moaned till he turned me to face him. We need to make sure he doesn’t say to anyone that I get fucked by you.” I thought for a while and said, “Then shall we do something naughty, Mom?”

My Mom understood my intention and asked me, “What does my naughty bastard have in mind?” I smiled and asked her to go to their bedroom. I went to Daya and pulled him inside the house to the bedroom. My Mom was sitting on the bed nude. I made him lean against the wall and sat beside my Mom.

I said to him, “You bastard, my Mom gave you a chance to fuck her, but you fucker did something really bad, and you will be punished today. I asked my Mom to stand and took her to Daya, who was sitting on the floor.

I stood by her right side and placed my right hand over my Mom’s pussy while Daya was watching. I started to rub my mom’s pussy with my palm. I noticed her nipples getting hard and raised. My hard dick was poking through my shorts, touching my mom’s thighs from the side.

I felt my palm wet with my mom’s pussy juices. I took it and showed it to Daya, saying, “Look how horny and slutty pussy it is. It gets so wet just from rubbing. Yet you can’t wait till it’s wet enough to take your dick?”

I slapped Daya’s face and called my Mom closer to him. I pulled my Mom so close that her leaking pussy was right at his face. I took my mom’s hand and slapped his face. “Bastard, you made her pussy red with pain. You should always make it red from banging it hard.”

I stood up and pushed Mom further till her wet pussy touched his face. I pulled my Mom back immediately and held her leg. I lifted her leg and placed it on his hard dick. I looked at Mom and said, “Stamp his dick, Mom.” My Mom looked scared and nodded her head.

I started to rub between her pussy lips, and my Mom started to shiver, closing her eyes. I caught her pussy lips with my two fingers, pulled them at once and left. Mom moaned, and her feet fell on his dick fully while she tried to catch hold of the window for support.

“Oh, fuck!” Daya screamed in pain. I stood up and got nude. Again, I started to play with my mom’s pussy standing right at his face. My Mom caught my hard dick and was stroking it. I caught my mom’s left nipple with my left hand. While my right hand was fucking her wet, sloppy pussy.

I saw juices starting to drip off my mom’s pussy. I then said to my Mom, “Mom, get on your knees. My Mom obeyed and immediately knelt before me. I caught her hair and slapped my Mom on her face a couple of times.

I looked at Daya and said, “Look how horny bitch she is even for her son’s dick. You have a bigger and stronger dick than I do. Yet you don’t know how to treat her.”

I pushed my dick into my mom’s mouth and began to moan. My Mom started to suck my dick, looking Daya deep in his eyes. She sucked me for some time while rubbing her own pussy. Her juices were flowing down to the floor. I stopped my Mom and made her stand before Daya.

I lifted my mom’s right leg and placed it on the window. Now, her open pussy was clearly visible to Daya from below. The pussy juices formed, and the thread fell from her pussy. I caught Daya’s hair and pushed his face below her pussy.

I commanded him, “Open your mouth, bastard. Don’t let any of those juices fall on the ground.” Daya was super horny by then. He started to place his mouth at places where my mom’s pussy juices were dripping. I came closer to my Mom and slowly pushed my dick into my Mom’s leaking pussy.

My mom blushed and moaned. It was thrilling for my Mom to get fucked while someone was right beneath her waiting for the juices from her pussy. I held my mom’s waist and gave 2-3 hard strokes. “Aa,” my Mom moaned, and her pussy started to leak heavily. I caught Mom’s ass and started to fuck her harder.

“You fucking bastard, you are fucking your Mom while this fucker stranger is watching. Fuck this is so good. My pussy feels so good, fuck me, son, fuck your slut mom’s pussy hard. Just like a fucking slut I am.” Listening to my mom’s moans, I started to slap her ass hard while fucking her pussy harder.

I slapped her swinging boobs in between, and my Mom kept on moaning and screaming. She was pushing her ass back to meet my thrusts. I know she is going to cum soon, and I started to fuck her faster. She started to shiver, and when she was about to explode.

I pulled my dick out and made my Mom sit on Daya’s mouth. My Mom came hard in his mouth, and her juices flowed into his mouth. My Mom sat on Daya’s face, holding his face into her pussy, still rubbing her pussy all over his mouth.

Seeing my Mom doing that, I caught her hair and pushed my dick back into my mom’s pussy. This time, my balls touched Daya’s chin. I didn’t bother and continued to fuck my Mom’s pussy. Daya remained still while I kept pulling my mom’s neck back and licked it while drilling her pussy.

My Mom started to moan, and Daya started to lick her pussy as it kept leaking again. He was also licking my dick, which was going in and out of my mom’s pussy. It felt so good, and I continued pounding my Mom, slapping her jiggling ass cheeks hard and hard.

Both of us started to moan loudly, grunting with each thrust. My mom’s boobs were getting crushed in my hands as I kept fucking in and out of her pussy with full speed. Unable to hold anymore, I bit my mom’s neck while cumming deep in her pussy.

I stayed inside her while my Mom squeezed my dick with her pussy and got her second orgasm. Once my dick got limp and fell out of my mom’s pussy. Both Mom and my juices fell into Daya’s mouth, which was still open.

I noticed that he came too, as his dick leaked a huge load of cum on the floor. Mom and I fell on the bed, sweaty and sticky, while Daya watched us, trying to catch our breath.

Hope you loved this incident of me fucking my Mom while the huge dick Daya just watched and came. Watching Mom and son fucking like lovers. Hope you loved the story as always. You can write to me your feedback at [email protected]. Bye.

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I looked at her and replied, “Well, you know what men do when they imagine a hot, beautiful sexy woman.”

Brinda : tell me in details victor.. don’t be shy…

i look directly into her eyes and tell her, ” i am not a college going boy who is enjoy shaking his dick, i am a hunk who fucks very hard and my dick had ripped apart many pussy till today.”

Brinda looking surprised and curious too with light fear on her face. i didn’t stop at that and put my hand one her hand firmly and said,

“i make woman squirt in bed, they yelled to stop but i don’t stop till their pussy release all the juices and drench dry.”

“i always make sure while fucking that my partner’s body and soul both well satisfied with total assult and hardcore slapping with time laps.” I said.

she looked more curious and her face is getting red.
I asked her, “What happened? You seem to be lost.”

She said, “What next? I feel we should try this” and winked at me.

She asked me, “Victor, check if any good hotels are nearby.”

After searching for some 10 minutes on various apps, we were able to freeze on a good 3-star hotel. It was just a walkable distance from the restaurant we are sitting.

I asked her, “Shall I book it?”

She said, “We will check the rooms once and then do the booking instantly.”
I agreed with what she said.

We came out, and reached there, a line of hotels every 500 meters that what we see. We stepped in to check a few other hotels. She was getting restless and annoyed now. I wanted to see a few more hotels.

She said, “What the fuck, what do you want? This is the best out of all the hotels that we have seen. What more do you want? Let’s settle. I am tired.”

I felt bad for her. I said, “I am sorry, ok, we will book in this hotel.”

I asked her, “What if your brother or sister in law call?” (she was living with her brother and sister in law after divorce)

She said, “You keep your ass out of the room when they call.”

I smiled and said, “You look very beautiful and hot when you get angry or restless.”

we check into the room and my dick twitched as i got her finally to destination. she seat on sofa while doing msgs to her brother i think. i am staring her body..

She looked at me and said,”Don’t stare like that. It feels so awkward.”

I said, “Sorry, but I can’t help it. You look beautiful.”

She said, “You say I look beautiful, but you are staring at my boobs instead of my face.”

I replied, “Your boobs are also so beautiful.”

I asked, “as you say you are tired, let’s have a shower together? it will help to relex you”

she gets up and held my hand, leads me to bed, push me to seat and directly sit on my lap…ohh godd…i can feel her…I caressed her lips, the lips I wanted to kiss. she rolled her face in my palm, a caressing nuzzle. Her breath froze as our mouths came closer, a response, a submissive one from her.

as my hands moved on her body, and a burst of heat ran across my body like a wave of arousing warmth. It had been a response from her. Oh god, fuck I had to kiss her. i recall the day i seen her in the mall and my dick gets full erect now.

The sexual madness invites heat and we are now into each other’s arms. I stared at her beautiful face, beautiful mouth. I wanted nothing more than to taste it.

Her eyes closed, and she leaned into me. For me, it was permission enough. I lifted her chin, and I swear those lips were addictive, juicy. I wanted to have more of this feeling.

We kissed, a soft, gentle kiss, and just felt each other’s warm mouth. We were kissing each other’s lips one after slowly sucking them. I rested my hands on her legs moving up softly rubbing her thighs in small circles.

I kept stroking her things very simple, sensually rolling my fingers in small circles. I moved my fingers upwards, deeper into her thighs and continued my soft stroking fingers. Again I tried to move deeper. She spread her legs a little, making it easy for me to play and move my fingers deeper inside her dress.

Her breathing turned heavy in just a few soft, delicate strokes, and she closed her eyes. I kept stroking her thighs smoothly. Brinda moaned, “Victorrr, pleasee… pleasse.”

I moved my attention to her lips. I sucked and licked her lips and she held me tightly, forcing my face between her boobs.

She pushed her hand behind my head, caressing my hair, pushing my head up, taking my lips deep in her mouth, sucking and licking them. I moved my one hand to her boobs, feeling them one after another. Brinda started to moan softly as her body heat kept rising.

with my hands i removed her all clothes while giving smooching on her neck and earlobes. Brinda was just in her panty now . I murmured in her ears softly. “I want you.”

She just said, “Hmmm.”

I again told softly, “Your body scent is so good.”

Brinda moved her hands to my clothes and started to remove untill i was in my undies only. She was feeling my hard erection as she moved her fingers down. Her fingers had a full measure of my length as she pulled her hands.

She kept pushing my underwear down. She felt my bare dick for the first time
Pushing down my undies between my legs softly, she said, “If you are rough, you will hurt me.”

I said, “I will be soft if you like it that way.”

She again just said, “Hmmmm.”

The hard length of my dick pressed against her stomach as I moved up her body. It was no longer a weapon to be feared but tool of pleasure.
Brinda hold it in her hand & reached for it to sliding them along the hot skin.

Her touch made me shiver, my body responding eagerly to the caress.
she was desperately aware and awake in her senses & her tightly hard nipples pressed to the wall of my chest.

she let me explore her as she liked. She moved down and slid her fingers up the shaft to the smooth, broad tip.

i let her lie on the bed & moved down to remove her panty. I pushed my fingers beneath the elastic of her panties to slowly pull down her panty.

Her panty was pushed down up to the edge of her pussy. She had a neatly trimmed pussy. She moved her hands to my head.

I feasted on her boobs, kissing, licking, sucking them one after the other. I kept moving down, kissing her stomach and squeezing her boobs in my hands. My lips moved past her navel.

I looked into her eyes and said, “I want to taste your pussy brinda” I kissed my way to the tender flesh high inside her inner thigh.

I removed her panty in a single smooth motion. She tried to cross her legs, but I held them apart, looking at her lovely tender pussy.

i moved my face to her pussy and kissed her pussy. I said, “I want to feast here Brindaa” I drew my tongue along the centre of her pussy, and licked to feel the sweet taste of her wet pussy.

her hips shiver, and I could feel a fine heat along her skin. She moaned and yelled as I plunged my tongue deep into her. She cried out, reached down and buried her fingers in my hair. Her sences broke over her in a wave of pleasure.

I thrust my tongue deeper into her wet pussy. The way Brinda responded to my licking, making herself vulnerable, moved me in motion, I stretched her legs to get more access to her hot dripping pussy.

She parted it and, using her fingers. She pushed my head onto her pussy using her other hand.

I sifted my tongue to her clitoris now and sucked very hard. she gripped me fully, tightly, wetly, and perfectly. It was the start of the fulfilment of every fantasy I ever had.

Brinda was dazed and shaking. I pushed a pillow beneath her hips, and slide in my two fingers in her wet pussy, she tilt and get restless with it. i part my finger little to make her feel streched…she moan loud and
uncontrollable…

Ah, Victorrr, yes, yes, yes, Fuckk god.”

I kept pushing my fingers in and out of her lovely hole of pussy and ticking her sensitive clit in my mouth hard.

I thrust my fingers even deeper, probing her depth and licking and pushing her over the edge of orgasam when she would feel her peak deep into her pussy.

Her moans now turn to gentle screams & she kept raising and bucking her hips towards me, moaning loudly.

Brinda’s all shyness is gone now & she wanted a deeper and harder tool in her pussy. she moaned. “Yes, Victorrr… fuck me, I can’t take it anymore.”

I don’t listen to her and continue my activity till she lost control and released a fluid of juices all over my face. Her pussy clenched around my mouth in throbbing contractions. I kept licking and milking her climax until a deep growl was torn from her throat.

In a few minutes of sexual madness, everything had changed. She swept me into a tidal wave of pure sensation. She willingly let go and let me take her with me.

I slept beside her as she closed her eyes, soaking and recovering from the delicate assault on her lovely burning pussy.

I hugged her. She kept her legs on my legs and moved her body closer to feel my body. Brinda had a lovely pair of boobs. I held them softly in my hands and juggled them. I squeezed them a little harder. she moaned softly and opened her eyes. She kept looking into my eyes.

I moved my mouth close to her boobs to lick them. She relaxed her head on the pillow, allowing me to play with her lovely soft hot boobs. I held both her boobs in my hands and squeezed them to feel their softness.

I rolled my tongue in smooth, soft circles on both her nipples, one after the other, as they proudly sat on her milky boobs. she withered under my sensual fondling, squeezing her boobs and gently licking her nipples.

She gently screamed in pain. I got little rough, eager and restless and bit her boobs and nipples, making her hornier. Her hands moved towards my dick. She felt it with her lovely soft hands. I had a massive erection.

She looked up and said, “This is so big, Victor.. oh god.”

I smiled and said, “You like it, baby.”

Brinda rolled her soft fingers on the full length of my hot erect meat, feeling it with both her hands. Her hands moved below, holding my meatballs in her palms to squeezing them gently.

she gets up and move her face towards my hard throbbing dick while giving me nice view of her ass. we both set in 69 position and she was on top of me.

i am carsing her ass and inner thighs again while pressing her hips hard one by one.

She moved her mouth to the tip of my dick. With her lips, she kissed the tip a few times.

Brinda kept moving, looking at it like a starved bitch. She held my dick and began to lick just the tip of the knob in soft, slow strokes.

she sucked my knob in smooth sucks, rolling her tongue in a small circle, licking and teasing me, making me mad. I gently slap her her soft ass as she started to suck my dick deeper and deeper in her mouth. My dick was now coated with her saliva.

She can’t take it in her mouth fully but kept increasing the intensity of her sucking. Oh god, I could feel it. Brinda increased her speed, and I felt her lips going up and down on my dick…what a feeling it was…i cant wait much to fuck her now and pushed my toung in her socked pussy again…

Brinda Gasped to this and try to take my dick till her throat, and stay that position, i am sucking her hard down…

she speed up more and try to get lick my every inch of dick. i am on cloud nine with this all…a beautiful lady, i saw one day and now see is sucking my dick with all her energy.

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Lavanya’s fingers dug into the cold steel of the filing cabinet in the dimly lit archives room, her knuckles whitening as her body betrayed every shred of marital loyalty. The air hung heavy with the musty scent of forgotten documents and the sharp tang of her own arousal, the office’s distant AC hum doing fuck-all to cover the obscene slap-slap-slap of Arjun’s hips battering against her ass like he was claiming territory in a war zone. Her pencil skirt was a crumpled ruin around her waist, thong snapped and dangling from one ankle like a white flag of slutty defeat, and Arjun’s thick, veiny cock—god, that relentless monster, curved just right to drag her walls into oblivion—plunged balls-deep into her sopping married pussy with every savage thrust, the schlop-schlop of her juices echoing like a porn soundtrack on loop. “Oh fuck—yes, Arjun, destroy me—ram that fat, cheating-making dick deeper, you hung bastard! Turn this worthless wife-cunt into your personal fuck-sleeve, stretch it till it never forgets your shape!” she wailed, her voice cracking into a desperate, throaty sob, nails scraping metal as she pushed back, grinding her ass against him like a bitch in heat begging for more punishment.
Arjun’s laugh was dark and guttural, a predator’s rumble that vibrated through her core, his massive hand twisting into her dark waves of hair like a leash, yanking her head back so hard her spine arched, throat bared for his teeth to scrape—not gentle, not loving, but marking her as his filthy property. “Listen to you, you cock-obsessed executive whore—screeching like a back-alley slut for my meat while your hubby’s probably jerking his sad little nub at home. Bet that limp-dicked loser never flooded this greedy hole till it overflowed, huh? Nah, you’re my nasty, cum-thirsty cum-dump now, Lavanya—admit it, beg for this stranger-cock to own your soul!” His other hand cracked down on her ass—smack—the palm-sting exploding into liquid fire, her cheek blooming red as her pussy clenched around him like a desperate fist, squirting a hot gush that splattered his balls and trickled down her thighs in shameful rivers. She howled, the cry ripping raw from her chest, bouncing off the shelves like a whore’s siren call: “No—fuck no, Rahul’s pathetic prick couldn’t find my clit with a map—yours is a goddamn pussy-wrecker, Arjun! Spank me harder, bruise this married ass—pound my cervix raw, flood me with your thick, baby-batter cum till it seeps out my mouth, you dominant prick! Ungh—yes, feel that? My slut-cunt’s drooling for your invasion!”
The cabinet shuddered like it was possessed, archived files cascading to the floor in a paper blizzard as Arjun’s rhythm turned apocalyptic—brutal, unrelenting slams that jolted her forward, her full tits bouncing free from her half-unbuttoned blouse, nipples scraping the metal with electric friction. Sweat poured off him, slicking her back as he draped over her like a conqueror, breath scorching her ear with filthy commands. “Take it all, you tease of a bitch—every veiny, throbbing inch owning this traitorous fuck-tunnel. Clench harder, you brainless cock-whore—milk me dry like the desperate jizz-jug you are, make me paint your womb white!” Lavanya bucked wildly, her hips circling in slutty desperation, clit grinding against the cabinet’s edge for that extra spark of agony-bliss, the build-up coiling in her gut like a live wire ready to snap. “Arjun—oh shit, yes—deeper, you animal—rearrange my guts with that horse-hung beast, make me your drooling office fuck-puppet! Ahh—fuck, my clit’s on fire—rub it, pinch it, make this cheating slut explode all over your pounding cock!”
He obliged like the devil she craved, his fingers diving between her thighs to maul her swollen nub—rolling, flicking, pinching with cruel precision while his hips never faltered, the thwack-thwack-thwack of balls on clit a wet percussion that drowned her senses. “Cum for me, you adulterous piss-pot—squirt like the broken faucet you are, show me how a real man’s dick turns a ‘faithful’ wife into a geysering mess!” The trigger pulled, and her world shattered—orgasm ripping through her like a monsoon gale, walls spasming in violent waves around his shaft, gushing in forceful arcs that soaked his slacks and puddled beneath them. “Arjun—fuuuuck—cumming, you cock-god—ahhhh! Yesyesyes, it’s ripping my soul out—drown in my slut-juice, drink it up while you batter me senseless!” She screamed till her throat burned, body convulsing in endless tremors, tears of raw, filthy rapture streaking her face as she clawed the cabinet bloody.
Arjun powered through it all, grunting like a beast unchained: “Holy shit—your squirting whore-pussy’s strangling me, flooding my balls like a cum-starved sewer! Keep spasming, bitch—drain my sack, earn this load like the jizz-guzzler you were made for!” Another barrage of spanks—whap-whap-whap—lit her ass ablaze, prolonging the chaos till she was a babbling wreck, whimpering “More—god, don’t stop—overwhelm this cum-hungry hole, make me black out on your dick!” Only then did he chase his peak, thrusts fracturing into frenzy, hips stuttering as he buried deep. “Gonna erupt—hose your cheating womb, you nasty fuck-toy—take every rope, breed this unfaithful gutter—fuuuuck!” His roar shook the room, cock pulsing like a firehose—spurt-spurt-spurt—thick, scalding jets blasting her insides, overflowing in creamy backwash that oozed down her legs like molten sin. “Yes—fill ‘er up, slut—feel that? Your hubby’s dream-girl turned cum-repository!”
They sagged against the cabinet, gasping wrecks, his softening length still twitching in her as aftershocks fluttered her walls. Guilt clawed at Lavanya’s haze—Rahul’s face flashing like a ghost—but the slutty euphoria smothered it, leaving her limp and leaking. Arjun withdrew with a vulgar pop, a gooey strand bridging them before breaking. He zipped up smirking, while she fumbled her skirt down, thighs slick and quivering. “That greedy exec-cunt—fuck, I’m hooked. Weekly deposit, yeah? Can’t wait to dump another load in my favorite married whore.” She nodded, lips bruised, the betrayal’s thrill sharper than any deal she’d sealed. “Mum’s the word. Rahul…” The name choked her, but Arjun’s parting kiss—rough, claiming—silenced it. Alone, she mopped the mess, the echo of her screams a siren song to damnation.
It hadn’t started here, in this dusty tomb of corporate sins. Six months back, Rahul’s fintech empire—his baby, their shared dream—had hit the skids hard. Red ink bled the ledgers, sharks circled with buyout threats, and Rahul, the 35-year-old wunderkind CEO, vanished into a vortex of all-nighters and rage-fueled calls. Lavanya, his VP bride of four years, felt the chokehold acutely—dinners cold on the table, texts unread, their Bandra penthouse a mausoleum of missed connections. Their Goa wedding—waves crashing, vows hot as the sand—had forged a fire; now it smoldered to embers. Nights blurred into solo wine on the balcony, city lights taunting her solitude. Rahul crashed in post-midnight, mumbling affections before snoring oblivion. Sex? A relic—Sunday pity-fucks, lights off, him grunting through two pumps of vanilla thrust, mind on margins. “Stress, babe,” he’d mutter, pecking her cheek, leaving her clit throbbing untouched, fingers sneaking under sheets later to chase hollow peaks that tasted of resentment.
Arjun crashed the scene in May’s swelter, the 32-year-old Delhi hotshot sales lead with caramel skin, ripped frame, and eyes that stripped you bare. Hired to hunt deals like prey, he electrified the office—crude quips defusing boardroom bombs, bar crawls bleeding into AM. Lavanya clocked him at onboarding: shirt hugging pecs, stride owning the hall. “Welcome, Arjun—family here, keep sharp,” she said, handshake lingering, palm sparking. “Family? Sweet—perks like boss-ladies with fire in their hips?” Playful poison, but it rooted. Weeks wove them tight: coffee chats to strategy locks, his arm “brushing” hers over screens, voice husky: “Visionary shit, Lavanya—curves in data no one sees.” She’d flush, legs squeezing the bloom, Rahul’s “efficient” praises dust. Tease bloomed: canteen lunch, his “dropped” napkin grazing calf—zap to core. “Fire-play, Arjun? Burn risk.” Knee-press later: “Burn me, boss—promise pain?” Night solo, her hand plunged deep, circling to his phantom touch: “Fuck, Arjun”—climax guilty-sweet.
The fuse lit at Lonavala retreat, “synergy” farce for exec unwind. Rahul texted bail: You lead, love—celebrate hard. Solo villa, mirror mocking her—jeans hugging ass, tank straining tits. Arjun adjacent, balcony wolf-whistle unpacking. Bonfire dare-night: whiskey haze, bottle her. Arjun’s dare: “Kiss who rocks your world—mean it.” Hoots expected Rahul-proxy; absent, eyes pinned Arjun. Pulse hammering, she crawled firelit—ass sway hypnotic—straddling, lips crashing. Quick? No—his tongue invaded, whiskey-want, her moan slipping as hands fisted shirt. Pulled back gasping to cheers, panties soaked, core aching.
Knock post-midnight: Arjun, towel-low, droplets tracing abs, eyes devouring. “Kiss wrecked me—hard for your mouth since day one.” Door should’ve slammed—Rahul—but haze won. “Drink,” lied, scotch trembling. Shop-talk fizzled to knee-brush, tension crackling. “Married,” rough, but thumb traced lip. “To air,” confessed. She attacked—kiss feral, frustration unleashing. Groan-thunder, he yanked lap-straddle, dress hiking as she dry-humped bulge. “Fuck—dreamed this, tight slut-body grinding.” Hands mauled ass, fingers thong-dipping, tracing slick. Whimper-rock: “Finger this starved pussy—god, Arjun, I’ve craved wrecking!”
Bed-flip, dress torn, lace-exposed—tits heaving, wet-spot glaring. “Tits for devouring—ripe whore-melons.” Dove, bra-yanking, sucking nipple sloppy—slurp-smack—teeth tug yelping: “Bite—maul these udders, own my slut-tits—switch, bruise the other, make ’em throb for days! Ungh—yes, harder, you tit-man!” Fingers invaded—three curling G-spot squish-squish, scissoring stretch. “Drowned slut—cunt weeping for digits.” Beg-hoarse: “Finger-rape me—twist deeper, wreck this neglected fuck-meat—oh shit, hitting it—explode me, Arjun!” Tidal crash—buck-squirt soaking hand-sheets, wailing “Cumming—fuuuuck, gush for you—drown, you finger-fuck god!” Convulse-thighs quake, he lapped spray: “My squirting bitch—flood like porn-queen.”
Towel-flick, cock sprung—curved veiny beast, pre-bead. “Knees, cock-slut—worship this dick, show married-throat skills.” Dropped rug-sink, mouth-water, engulfed head-swirl, deep gluck-gluck gagging tears. “Choke my meat, exec-cum-gobbler—deeper, swallow balls!” Hair-fist gentle-rough, face-fuck pumps—thrust-gag—saliva strings, moans hum: “Mmmph—throat-pussy it—ram down, make me puke-cock—gluck—harder, use like fleshlight!” “Drool-whore—hubby know you’re stranger-throat pro?”
Balcony-drag—risk-mad, lake-black witness. “Raw-fuck here—scream betrayal to stars, gutter-slut.” Bent-rail, thong-rip snap, spread-arch: “Shove monster—claim dripping traitor-cunt, I’ve ached empty!” Entry-torture—head-breach slow-stretch sob: “Huge—splitting whore—fill veins-deep, Arjun—make feel owned!” Pound-ignition slap-slap, tits-rail scrape, breeze-tease sweat. “Scream, cheating piss-whore—hills hear cock-ruined!” Snarl-palm whap, clit-maul pinch-rub. Cries-night-bounce: “Arjun—yesss—brutalize greedy hole, clap it loud—ungh ungh, curve G-spot—fuck, soul-deep—deeper, prick!” Spanks-relent smack-smack, chant: “Beg louder—admit risk-cum-craver!”
“Please—wreck-stupid, Arjun—purple-ass spank, fuck limp—ahhh clit—faster-rub, gonna—scream-dick—ahhhhh!” Peak-shatter seizure, squirt-arc rail-dark splash, nails-iron gouge. “Yesyesyes—drown it—fuuuuck, destroying!” Control-fray, erratic-stutter: “Paint walls—breed unfaithful sewer—take ropes, jizz-jug—fuuuuck!” Slam-home throb-throb, jets-scald overflow calf-pearl. “Flood—hubby-dream cum-bucket!”
Dawn-part, marked-sated, retreat-taint eternal. Mumbai-return, guilt-termite, addiction-overpower—glances-conference crackle, texts-desk Ass-bruise soon. Stairwell-lunch: wall-pin, legs-waist hook, skirt-bunch, panty-dangle. “Quick-senseless—ram deep, Arjun—ungh ungh, cumming beast—ahhh!” Mouth-muffle swallow-moans, load-hiss “Drip-meeting, slut—clench keep.” Board-dash, seed-warm clench-secret.
Rahul-shift-glow, secretive-smiles “deal-closes,” couch-pull earnest-tame. Moan-duty “Harder Rahul”—mind Arjun-savage, climax-contrast sharp, guilt-twist pleasure-blade. Lies-stack: “Bandra-dinner.” “Gym-brutal.” Fabric-more: Arjun-office lock-click fate-seal, glass-desk bend, reports-mug-shatter. “Legs-spread insatiable—rail desk-own, you!” Skirt-hike thong-knee, plunge-no-pre schlop-slap, creak-assault scream-arm-fold: “Work-fuck, Arjun—destroy weep-pussy—deeper ungh ungh, balls-clit slap—build don’t-stop!” Hair-rein yank-arch, spank-crimson pound: “Scream floor—better-cock hub sad-prick!” “Better bigger—ruin forever—ahhhh hard-squirt dick—yesyesyes!” Desk-puddle body-shudder, follow-grunt “Cum-whore bath—fuuuuck!” Flood-leak spreadsheet-profane.
Diwali-chaos burst—lights-sweets, tension-sky-roil. Pitch-loom Rahul-stress clip-bloodshot. Mock-auditorium pair, crew-clear dim-rehearse combust. “Tomorrow-nervous?” Back-curtain crowd-heat. Shake-collar fist-drag: “No—fuck-forget, pound tension slut!” Blouse-strip lace-tits latch-voracious suck-smack tug-yelp: “Maul udders—bite mark savage!” Fingers-saree bare-drench three-scissor squish. “Soak desperate cunt—heat-bitch.”
Knee-stage, free-engulf swallow-greedy gluck-gag bob-sloppy saliva-web. “Mmmph face-fuck—throat ram beast—choke puke-cock—gluck harder fleshlight!” Cradle-head pump-shallow-insistent thrust-gag groan: “Good cocksucker—hub train? Nah stranger-pro, whore?” Podium-hoist spread-elbow hook saree-pool. Thrust plunge merciless-echo slap moan symphony. “Scream empty-seats cheating-sound!”
“Arjun fuuuck—harder pummel greedy clap—ungh ungh ungh! Curve drag walls—too good deep prick!” Midway door-squeal foot-echo. Freeze buried-pulse war. Rahul-voice “Lavanya? Echo practice?” Panic-arousal toxic; palm-clamp thrust-shallow schlick-schlick sneak-clit circle. Whimper-palm “Mmmph don’t—yes fuck keep—ungh!” Clench fresh-slick.
Silhouette-aisle mutter-acoustic retreat-thud. Kerosene-fire. Palm-rip scream-banshee: “Close—don’t stop madman—pound pay caught—ahhhh!” Flip-all fours stage ass-quiver slam-behind thwack-thwack board-groan spank-raw handprint-rangoli. “Busted-imagine face beg dick exhibitionist!” “Yes risk-whore—purple spank fuck break—oh shit ass slap harder—ungh ungh cumming Arjun—squirt everywhere fuuuck meee!” Third-peak shrapnel tear seize juice-arc wood splash collapse-sob “More cum yet—wreck one!” Hair-yank bow piston-spasm dam-crack: “Hose stage load—deep screaming bitch—fuuuuck yes pulse!” Erupt-roar spurt-spurt fill-overflow podium-obscene.
That night confront—home-early vada suspicion-storm. Penthouse-rain smell bag-set voice-steady: “Glowing Lavanya. Distracted. Secretive. Arjun? Lie no—texts phone week.” Guillotine-name. Stomach-plummet fork-freeze defiance-spark half-life-tire. Tears-lash heat-truth catharsis-scream. “Retreat-ignite. Coffee-flirt dare-kiss. Explode Rahul. Rough primal—scream beg untouched years—slap sting good thrust soul. Cum squirt porn reborn. Wrong alive.”
Rage-lightning jaw-white but shadow-hunger voyeur-jealousy fuel. Rise-panther circle slacks-tent betrayal-sting. “Show.” Rasped gravel. “Call fucker. Here. Tonight. See moan scream. Hurt Lavanya. Feel missing.” Breath-snag shock-wicked nipple-blouse command. “Watch? Wife drool cock-worship stranger?” Nod throat-hand bulge. “Yes. Dirty hell. Rail raw—hear break.”
Text-finger Emergency strategy. Penthouse. Now. Hub eyes—rough stuff. Arrive-smirk devil falter-glare kiss-hot tongue-erase palm-crotch. “In. Fuck senseless—show. Scream whore watch.” Master-coliseum window-city moon-king mercury.
Strip-theatrical blouse-bare demi skirt-heel tease-rapt armchair. “Eyes boss—wife body primed real-man drip.” Belly-push ass-elevate mirror-inaugural thong-expose glisten. Unzip-rasp fist-thicker shorter vein-pulse rub-slit schlick whine: “Tease shove Arjun—stretch wide see!” Guttural “Wish slut” slam schlop slow-gasp frenzy slap-slap ripple-impact.
“Yes Arjun harder ever—wreck hung stud—ungh ungh feel stretch Rahul? Own inch!” Scream-theatrical head-throw fist-hair yank-arch. Stroke-faster hitch: “Louder wife describe filthy betrayer—cock feel bury territory?” “Thicker deeper fuuuck curve G-spot—ahhhh better Rahul—ruin cum-dump slut—yes spank!” Oblige whap-whap red sneak-claw pinch. “Hear woman lies? Squelch-squelch pussy love stranger grip never hubby!” Buck-wild tit-drag coil-vicious: “Cum watch baby—shatter fat prick—oh shit yes—scream goddamn hard—ahhhhh!” Squirt-violent arc thigh-bed splash quake-wail hoarse.
Flip-back leg-shoulder fold thud-thud spear-core. “Beg seed whore—man jerk perv!” “Please flood Arjun—breed slutty wife-cunt overflow—ungh yes pound!” Edge-near cock-leak: “Do mark mine prick.” Roar-shatter “Every drop bitch—fuuuuck pulse deep!” Spurt-spurt-spurt thick rope bubble-shaft. Pounce-instant shove-creamy hiss schlop “Feel mess? Jizz full—wife ruined cum-vessel.” Lock-ankle nail-shoulder bloody: “Yes claim back Rahul—fuck stranger-seed deeper—harder yours—oh god thickness—ungh ungh cumming jealous cock—ahhhh!”
Rail-vengeance slap-slap frame-wall batter scream-renew layer: “Love both—fuck too much—stretch full!” Release-freight voyeur-high tip: “Add drown out screaming harlot—fuuuuck yes take!” Grind-deep pulse-pulse mix-spasm milk-dry another-rip “Rahul oh shit flooded twice—cumming again—yesyesyes!” Arjun-hard join-spitroast mouth-stuff spent gluck-slurp revive-expert pussy-reclaim behind thwack-thwack muffled-vibrate: “Mmmph yes DP whore—use end—ungh throat cunt—fuck cumming muffled—ahhhh!”
Night-marathon blur sweat-scream. Ass-debut lubed-finger prep-ring scissor-whimper: “Relax slut—open virgin hole cock.” Slow pop-plunge burn-bliss beg: “Oh shit dick ass—deeper Arjun—fuck pussy—ungh yes full!” Mouth-pussy fill-alternate knot: “Choke ream shitter—gluck good girl!” Cry-peak filthy “Ass throat fuuuck—wreck both animal—cumming anally—ahhhh!” Ultimate DP ass-bury squelch-thrust pussy slap-plunge sandwich-tight rub-wall. “Stretch god yes—DP slut wife—feel each—ungh ungh too full—screaming fuuuck shatter—yesyesyesyes!” Sync-thrust conduit orgasm-tandem spurt-spurt end cum-leak river squirt-between wail-pillow broken.
Dawn-exhaust aftercare-soft sacred cradle-sweat Arjun-water cloth musk-mend salt. “Love” temple finger-fading. “Even this… especially. Unleash—us reborn.” Smile-boneless radiant kiss-both. “Fire—wild shared.” Dress-salute: “Next pitch? Call—more.” Click-shut husband-wife stitch tender fracture ash-fertilize fiercer.
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This is a short beginning of a very long story completely out of my imagination. Have patience before you get into the world of Sapna and Varun
Chandini: WHAT?? You’re moving in with him?
Sapna nodded yes
Chandini: Babe. Can I ask You Something? Have you guys have fucked at least once?
Sapna: Chands stop it.
Chandini: What. You’ve known him for one month now. You guys haven’t figured out your relationship. You haven’t sex with him. In what confidence you’ve decided to move in.
Sapna: Hey. That’s the same reason he told me. He wanted to figure out what it is. Is it really meant to be or is it just a passing cloud? Besides, I’m just going to be his roommate. We’ve separate rooms and if things work it works.
Chandini: Sapna you’re a sex bomb you know that right. You’ve your fat just at right places
Sapna: Shut Up chands.
Chandini: No it’s not what I mean. Boys will go crazy if you just look at them. You know that better than me. Now you’re telling me you’re moving in with a guy, and going to stay in a separate room, and that guy is going to keep quiet. What if he forces?
Sapna: No Chands Varun isn’t that kind of a guy. He’s very passionate and calm. I don’t sense any danger around him.
Chandini: Girl I’d say this is a huge jump especially considering someone like you. But besides if you get some good fuck I mean why not
Sapna blushes
Sapna: Chands. You can’t think besides fucking right?
Chandini: How does he look
Sapna: I can show you.
Chandini: I don’t want to. I’d jump to conclusions. Just describe him.
Sapna: He’s smart. Handsome. And….
Chandini: And….
Sapna: Yeah! He’s hot.
Chandini: Oh babe Just look at you. Your fair cheeks are going to turn pink when he pounds you. I can already imagine that AHH!
Chandini moans and laughs while Sapna beats Chandini softly while blushing.
Chandini: Okay Darling TC. I’ll be back in a month. Just don’t Pregnant…
Sapna: Fuck you Chands
Chandini: You will be darling. Soon.
Chandini leaves.
Varun and Sapna met through a common friend and, from there they’ve been developing a special bond. Before they could figure out they kissed. But before panicking or coming to a conclusion Varun proposed an Idea of being roommates for 6 months and nothing else. There were no hidden intentions and Sapna agreed.

It’s been 15 days together since Sapna moved in with Varun. There have been hugs, basic touch such as holding hands and stuff. Not more than that. Varun respects her and he never crosses the line. Sapna liked this quality of Varun which made her become very passionate about him. Until one movie night changed things. It was cold weather. Sapna’s shoulders were gazing at Varun’s. They looked at each other because they both knew the touch wasn’t normal. Varun took his hand behind Sapna and grabbed her waist. Sapna looked at him in shock but Varun looked at the TV as if nothing happened. Sapna liked it even though she felt it was a bit awkward from Varun. She took her loose hair she swapped at the other side of her face revealing her long neck and cheek to Varun. Her legs were crossed and her hands were kept on top of that. Varun moved closer to her so that his chest was pressing against her shoulder. Held both her hands with his hand. Sapna’s breath was going hard. He placed his lips softly on her and then pressed himself deep in her cheeks. Before Sapna could realise and turn he placed his lips at her neck. Sapna’s body shivered for a moment. She couldn’t tell what that was. She compressed her moan but her body wasn’t supporting her. She turned her head and looked at him. Their eyes met. Varun went closer. Their noses touched. Sapna knew what was about to come. She froze. She didn’t move a bit. Varun went inside her pink open lips. He sucked her upper lip and then the lower lip. Sapna’s whole body was trembling. Even their past kiss hasn’t been this passionate. Varun was hard. He sucked her entire upper lip, took the lip out and again sucked the lower lip in the same way. He pressed her waist harder and he kept pulling her closer. His other hand slipped from her cheek to neck. Sapna firmly arrested his hand on her neck as she was very shy for any further advancements while enjoying the kiss thoroughly. After minutes of kissing He finally let her catch her breath. He looked into her eyes. Her eyes were filled with mixed emotions. There was pleasure, joy, love, shyness, and thrill. She couldn’t keep up with him. She swiftly stood up.
Varun: What happened?
Sapna: Nothing…. It’s just….
Varun also stands up. He holds both her hands with his hand. He looked into her eyes.
Varun: Did I make you Uncomfortable?
Sapna: No Varun. Uh. Hmm It was good.
Varun: Then Why do you want to leave?
Sapna: Varun…
Before she could utter another word, Varun placed his index finger on her lip indicating to keep quiet.
Varun: Sapna… Let’s sleep together on this couch.
Sapna tries to open her lips to say something.
Varun: Before you say something I will not cross my line Sapna. I just want to cuddle with you. Trust me your clothes will be on you till tomorrow. I promise. But I can’t guarantee the same with a kiss.
Sapna’s eyes were locked with Varun. Even though she wanted to cuddle, she was too shy to ask for it. She nodded yes. Varun grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. Her boobs got pressed with his chest. Both of their hearts were ranting at a great speed and they both knew that. He swiftly went into her neck and he smooched her there. Sapna wrapped her hands around his neck harder. Her body went crazy with his smooch while he pressed her waist aggressively pulling her even closer. The gap was air tight and her boobs were squeezed by his chest while his boner was evident through his tracks. Sapna felt his wood harder for the first time. She grabbed him by pulling his head and she looked in his eyes. Her breath was heavy. Varun lifted her thighs and placed her flat on the couch. He went on top of her and he slid both his hands inside her tshirt and grabbed her waist softly. Her legs split automatically inviting him. They were in a perfect missionary position. Varun was looking in Sapna’s eyes.
Sapna: Varun… Please no sex. (Even though she wanted to have very deeply)
Varun: I promise. Not today
Varun started to suck her lips. But this time he wasn’t alone. Sapna responded. She too sucked his lips. Their bodies were moving rhythmically. Sapna’s hands wrapped Varun tightly while his hands were reaching her bra. Her legs were cramping and she badly wanted to wrap around his waist. His crotch was rubbing badly over her shorts and she could feel that badly. They both indulge in the kiss badly.

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I am Victor a 33 Year-old resident of Ahmedabad Gujarat. I live in my own apartment while my family is at my native place.

One weekend i go to the shopping mall in city and exploring the stuff of the different shops. Atmosphere is cold due to winter and i am busy in exploring the watches from different brands.

then suddenly i saw the beautiful girl over the one of shop i am in. i stop my blink by seeing her as i had seen her before too but can’t recoil it. i am sure i had seen her.

she wore red t shirt fitted to skin, blue jeans with sneakers, her purse is tangled on one hand. her skin is flawless and clear too.

I can’t recognise her but i had surely seen her before. she is atleast 5.4 feet tall with black long thick hairs, broad forehead, deep lovely deer like black eyes and inviting luscious lips with smooth cheeky face. she is looking for different different perfumes and in order to do that her hand and chest moving according.

My eyes rolled over her whole body admiring the unmatchable beauty & her figure to my eyes looked so perfect to 34-28-36 clearly showed the figure.

Her pointed firm nipple were jetting out clearly and visible over the t-shirt & her flat tummy, with a perfect small belly button is too visible along with her naval area.

as she walked in front of me, my eyes popped out in amazement by seeing her back, her ass is very much tempting and my dick twitch in my pants.

i don’t know why but i followed her and go exit the mall behind her & catch her back on the road and i follow her for another 1 hour still she reached her society gate, “swarnim park”.

after this i could not recoil her…and left from there to way on my apartment. her sight is not left from my mind till long time.

after a week, i had go to same place but can’t find her and literary i am not even looking for any other ladies too, which are in modern clothes and more tempting other than her.

The very next week, in the office there is a annual general meeting for every employee.

The meeting hall was full of people, chaos created well and then I suddenly saw the same girl from that day, i recognise her..ohh shit…she is the team member of our company’s bank account management firm.
i had seen her months ago but just only for 1 minits as she pass me in bank once.

I regretted not having visited the bank and sending my junior employees to bank work.

She was standing near the entry gate, holding some papers, listening carefully to one HR person. Same girl. Same calm face. This time she was not in jeans and T-shirt. She was wearing a light-colored kurti with dark pants. Simple, neat, and still very attractive.

As a senior employee, it was normal for me to talk to people. So I didn’t overthink. I walked towards her slowly.

“Hi,” I said politely. “You are finance person, right?”

She looked at me properly this time. For one second, she stared as if trying to remember something. Then she smiled lightly.

“Yes,” she said.

“I’m Victor,” I replied. “IT department. Senior analyst.”

“Brinda,” she said. “customer service executive – international finance management team.”

Her voice was soft but confident.
I pointed towards the hall.

“Is this your first annual meeting in our company?”

She nodded. “Yes. Everything is big and confusing.”

I smiled. “Don’t worry. After one or two years, you will feel bored like us.”

She laughed quietly. Not too much. Just enough.

During the meeting, I sat a few seats away from her, but I could feel her presence qnd my eyes on her only.

In the tea break, I saw her standing alone near the registration counter standing alone.

I went there. “Tea or coffee?” I asked.

“No, I am ok sir ,” she replied.

“Don’t call me sir” I replied.

“It makes me feel old, call me by my name we are in corporate..”

She smiled again. “Okay….”

Day pass in and I can’t really remove her from my mind. i decide to start my routine work of bank instead of sending junior employee to bank from now on.

I start to visiting bank from next week & I could see a lot of new faces in the bank. I was sitting with the manager discussing with him details of account transaction of our company. The manager called someone to come into his cabin and brinda comes in.

I glanced at her and could not resist looking at her for the 2nd time. She looked fabulous in a simple maroon saree with a thin golden border. She was wearing a designer matching blouse, her hair made up in a beautiful bun on her head. she also recognised me.

She stood with a few documents in her hand. The manager introduced her to me as my account manager and she would now clear all the doubts as our company’s account manager.

She seemed to be very happy to meet me because she thinks that she can get manager accountant post because of me.

She greeted me and said that she was about to visit my office to meet me.

We had a fruitful 20 minutes discussion on various topics. She shared her number, asking me to reach out for any account-related assistance or services.

Brinda was around 28 or 29 years old, as we stood there chatting, she caught me scanning her body. she was a gorgeous-looking woman, sexy, hot, captivating and delightfully desirable.

She looked tender, meaty, shiny lips, lovely pink cheeks, deep inviting eyes, full firm boobs, and an ass to die for.

Her ass was sexy round shapely buns. her most attractive and inviting assets were her lovely boobs, big, firm, protruding, almost an invitation to grab and squeeze them hard.

They hung heavily but stood out proudly to a beautifully turned point. she had the type of boobs that most men can’t keep their eyes off. her delicate voice and innocent smile could mesmerize anybody. I could not take off my eyes from her despite her noticing me scanning her body.

She caught me sneaking a peek down on her neck at her cleavage. It wasn’t too hard to get her attention. she just had those lovely boobs & she smelt nice and had a teasing sort of attitude.

I increased my visits to the bank. my every visit to the bank makes my desires strong towards her. she wore only sarees, and she would look absolutely hot and ravishing in those colorful sarees.

i had seen her only two times without saree and she looked very much tempting in her saree attire than anything else.

In a few weeks, she got comfortable with me as we developed a very good working relationship. Brinda would go out of the way to give us the best services. she would not mind me touching her accidentally or brushing my hands on her shoulders.

There was a sort of sense of comfort between us so it was not at all a problem. she would stand close to me at some point in time.

Every time she came close, the smell of her body would make me mad, her lovely lingering smell of her hot body would stay with me for long.

She would occasionally discuss her likes and dislikes with me or her family matters and i get to know that she is divorcee and live separate from her husband.

i also share my past to her that how i cheated by my fiancee six years back and now living alone to enjoying life fully.

Every passing day brought us closer, as she would now wait for me to visit the bank.

During quarter-end, sometimes, she would call and request me for some temporary FD when she would be short of her targets.

Most of the time, I would oblige to her requests, and she also has this sense of gratitude towards me.

One day I decided that I should take the next step if I had to try to get her. That day I went to the bank a little earlier.

she was sitting on her desk & welcomed me with a broad smile. she collected my deposit cheques and cash & as she processed them, I stood beside her, admiring her beauty.

I asked her, “Brinda, you wear only sarees?”

She replied, “You have noticed this very late, Victor”

I tried to flirt a little and said, “I sort of forget everything when I see you.”

She looked at me, paused, smiled and said,

“Yes, sarees are my favorite. During office hours, it’s sarees only. But I also wear other dresses when I go out or when I am at home.”

I said, “Oh, ok, just asked.”

She asked me, “You don’t like sarees?”

I replied, “I love them, they are one of the best, and you always look beautiful in a saree.”

She instantly shot back, “Only beautiful, Victor, so bad.”

I laughed and replied, “You look Beautiful, Ravishing, Hot, Sexy and most importantly desirable.”

She turned red, blushed and said, “Thank you, I was not expecting all that, but I know you are keen to see me in other dresses too.”

I smiled and replied, “Actually sort of yes, don’t mind, please.”

She was very sporting and said, “I can understand male excitement in these matters so no problem, we will catch up some time for a coffee if you have time from your busy schedule.”

I said, “You decide the time and place. I will be there.”

She said, “Ok, what do you want me to wear?”

Things were quickly unfolding, and I did not want to lose this opportunity at any cost. I fixed my eyes at her open nude midriff and said, “You would look beautiful in whatever you wear, so you decide.”

She tried to pull her saree and cover her midriff & asked, “Tell me na. You would have visualized me in something.” I looked into her eyes.

I moved a little closer to her and whispered, “Do you think men would visualize women in a dress?”

Brinda did not see this statement coming from me. Her eyes were wide open as she looked at me and said, “Oh god, dirty mind, anyway I will message you.”

I said, “I will wait for your message. Bye.”

I was about to step out of the bank, but I returned to her & she was addressing a customer, and I waited for my turn.

Brinda asked me, “Yes, what happened now.”

I told her, “Can you send me your pics in other dresses if you don’t mind?”

She looked surprised at my demand but said, “Ok, will see.”

I left the bank and waited for her message. She did not message me for the whole day. I felt I messed it up by being too greedy. I did not go to the bank for the next few days, so there was an uneasy pause between us. Neither of us messaged each other.

It was Friday late evening around 7.30 pm. Most of the staff had left, and I had to complete one project because i don’t wnat any drama of work in my weekends

suddenly i get notification over whatsapp from brinda.

Brinda : lets catch for dinner today ??

Me : really, i think you forgot about coffee

She didn’t reply anything but send me the address and venue with time.

as i reached there, plenty of tables were empty brinda was sitting on one table front of me dressed beautifully in off-white cotton pants and a short multi-colored sleeveless tie-up top.

She looked beautiful and sexy. The shape of her boobs was visible. She was wearing a strapless bra. The top was just of the right size to cover the shape of her boobs.

She kept looking at me till i sit on table & as my eyes pierced every pore of her hot, fabulous body. To see this new side of Brinda was thrilling and exciting.

I broke the silence and told her, “What a surprise, thanks for coming.”

She was to the point, “Why did you stop coming to the bank?”

I said, “I have not stopped. I was a little busy so could not come.”

She asked, “I did not send you the pics, neither did I message you, so you were avoiding me, is it?”

I said, “No no, actually I felt bad about imagine you, so sort of guilt feeling, you know & sorry for that.”

Looking at me, she said, “Look how you are staring at me even now, so that’s fine for you.”

I said, “I have never seen you like this so ….” and I kept quiet.

She said, “Oh ok, then you should have a lot of guilt in mind. You said you even imagined me, right.”

I was taken back the way she was questioning me, “I said sorry, Brinda”.

She had a sort of wicked smile at the way I was allowing her to dominate me.

She asked me, “How do you imagine me, Victor, and what do you do while imagining me?”

I looked up into her eyes and
She again asked me, “What do you do, Victor? Tell me.”

I was sort of embarrassed. I did not know what to do. I looked at her and replied, “Well, you know what men do when they imagine a hot, beautiful sexy woman.”

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Hi all, this is Prashant, and this is the second part of the story about fucking my crush, Sona.

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After the college fest incident, we didn’t get a chance to have sex. We were searching for an opportunity. We had masturbated several times on video calls and had done multiple sex chats during this period.

I always had a fantasy of fucking outdoors, specifically in an open place. I told Sona the same: “If I get a chance to fuck you outdoors, that will be more fun than fucking in a room.”

She was quite excited but had a fear of getting caught or seen by someone. I promised her I would search for a secret place where no one comes, and we could have sex there.

She agreed and gave the green signal.

From that day, I started searching every place near my city and also the villages near me. In villages, fewer people roam around.

After searching for several days, I found a waterfall. That waterfall was different from others; it had two falls, one below and one at the top.

I visited that place and spent some time there. I found that very few people knew about it, and only locals would come there, especially to have drinks.

When I noticed that no one was going to the falls at the top because no one had discovered the route to go there, I realized it was quite difficult as well, and everyone would spend more time at the waterfall below.

I then started finding all possible ways to reach that top waterfall, but I couldn’t find any way. I even asked many locals; they said they never went up and that there was no possible route to reach the top.

I returned disappointed and told Sona about it. She said, “Find on Google Maps if there are any pathways or not.”

That was a brilliant idea, and I started searching for a route on Google Maps. After so many attempts, I found a way. The route was from the other side.

There was a big tree where we could park our vehicle, and then we had to walk for 1 km. We needed to do some trekking as well to reach the top.

So, first, I went to shoot a video of the route. The trek was a bit difficult because of the large stones, but it would be fun. When I reached the top of the waterfall — oh my God — it was so beautiful and refreshing that anyone could find their peace of mind there. It was the best location for having outdoor sex!

The moment I showed this video to Sona, she really liked the place and said, “Wow, getting fucked in this place gives more satisfaction than anywhere.”

We decided to go on Tuesday because it’s a weekday, not a holiday, so everyone would be busy, and very few people would visit the waterfall on Tuesdays.

I requested her to wear a saree because she looked damn hot and gorgeous in a saree. Also, in a saree, many sexy parts are visible and easily accessible.

Sona said, “You naughty boy… okay, I will try.”

Finally, the day arrived. The moment I looked at Sona, I was stunned. She wore a net saree and a deep-neck blouse. Her cleavage was visible so clearly. My dick started rising right there. Then I controlled my emotions because we had to travel a lot.

We took all necessary items like a yoga mat, water bottle, umbrella, and, of course, a packet of condoms. I was fully excited to go to that place.

We started our journey on my bike. I was so excited that whenever I saw a road where no one was coming, I would stop the bike and kiss Sona, and also press her boobs.

At one point, I found an empty road surrounded by farmland; I could not see any human being far away. So, I stopped my bike in the middle of the road.

Sona and I stood in the middle of the road. I removed her blouse hook and bra hook and started sucking those big boobs. I was confident that no one would come on that road at this time.

Sona was enjoying it. And believe me, guys, doing things openly under the sky gives another kick. Then I took out my dick and asked her to give me a blowjob in the center of the road.

I wanted to fuck her right there, but I controlled myself. It was an awesome experience getting a blowjob in the middle of the road.

Then finally, we reached that tree, parked my bike, and started walking. Then we needed to do some trekking, so I helped her climb the rocks. In this process, I held her ass and boobs many times.

We reached the waterfall. Sona was excited to see the place and the waterfall. She started dancing and jumping with joy. I removed all my clothes and kept them aside. Sona removed her dress and came in just a bra and panties, and we both went under the waterfall.

The water was so chill; we both were shivering, but we both enjoyed the waterfall. I couldn’t wait anymore; I made her give me a blowjob under the waterfall.

Literally, guys, the water was falling on my dick, and it was giving me more pleasure. The way she sucked my dick that day — ahhh, it was so good, I could never have imagined.

Then I removed her bra and panties and threw them aside, and started sucking her boobs. She started moaning, “Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, shhh, oh.”

I made her lie down so that the waterfall would fall directly on her pussy, and I started licking it. We enjoyed it very much. She was screaming already.

Then I started to insert my dick in her pussy and started fucking her hard. The sound of the water, “pachak pachak,” was coming while fucking her.

Sona was screaming, “Ahhh, ahh, shhh, hmmm, Prashant, fuck me hard, baby.”

Then I switched the position; I lay on the yoga mat. Sona sat on top of my dick. She started jumping. Now my dick was getting pain because it was going deeper than in any position. And the view — oh my God, her boobs — such big boobs bouncing in front of me.

Seeing those big boobs bouncing, I got more excited; my dick was rock solid. I was pressing her boobs while Sona was jumping. Then we switched the position to doggy style.

This time, I decided not to be gentle; I wanted to be brutal. I pulled her hair completely with one hand and started hitting her ass.

She was screaming, “Ahhh, ahhh, you bastard, don’t be wild.”

I never listened to her. Sona kept screaming and even started using bad words.

Sona: “You son of a bitch, don’t tear my pussy. Be gentle, you bastard.”

Hearing her bad words, I got more aroused. I asked her to give more scoldings; I wanted to hear bad words from her mouth. I asked her to use Hindi bad words.

Sona: “Abbe madarchod, gaand phadega kya? Kitna hawas bhar kar rakha hai… aaj ek din mein nikal raha hai kya, benchod.” (You motherfucker, will you tear my ass or what? How much lust is filled in you? You are going to finish all your lust today only.)

Me: “Randi saali, kaisa lag raha hai khule mein chud ke?” (Bitch, how are you feeling getting fucked outdoors?)

Sona: “Maza to aa raha hai madarchod, par dard bhi ho raha hai, ahhh.” (I am enjoying it, you motherfucker, but getting pain as well.)

I kept hitting her ass and boobs. Since we were in the open sun and water, her ass and boobs were fully red. We tried fucking there until evening 5 pm in all types of positions.

Sona was exhausted; she couldn’t even walk properly. But my hawas (lust) was still there, so I kept her bra and panties with myself.

She asked, “Abbe madarchod, bra panty dena… apni lund pe daloge kya?” (You motherfucker, why are you taking my bra and panties? Will you put it on your dick?)

Me: “Nahi, let it be with me. You will know what I will do with it.”

Sona: “I am already tired, baby. Drop me home. I can’t take it anymore. Please don’t plan anything weird. Come, let’s see.”

Then she wore the saree without bra and panties. I carried her up to my bike. We started heading back. But, but, but… I had a plan.

I wanted to fuck her in the middle of the road as well. So, I stopped the bike at the exact same spot where we had stopped in the morning for the blowjob.

Sona: “Why did you stop here? Please don’t do anything. I can’t take it anymore.”

Me: “Sona baby, please… this is the last time. We won’t get this opportunity again. Please.”

Then, in the middle of the road, I removed her blouse but kept the saree on. This time we had less time, so I directly wanted to fuck her rather than wasting time on foreplay.

I put my bike on the double stand. Made her sit on it, lifted her saree, and started fucking her. This time, without a condom. She was shocked.

Sona: “Abbe madarchod, bina condom ghused diya kya? Randi ke aulad, pregnant karke chodega kya madarchod?” (You motherfucker, you put it in without a condom? Son of a bitch, will you impregnate me, you motherfucker?)

I ignored her and started fucking her in the middle of the road, and we both enjoyed it a lot that day. We were both exhausted and finally reached our houses.

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