Sex with a MILF teacher in her house


Hey there friends myself Shashank Sharma. I’m 20 year old guy from Haryana. My height is 5’9″ and i am doing b tech from a govt. college. This story is about i lost my virginity to my teacher and enjoyed every bit of it. Lets start the story.

You can reply to me on my email id: shashanksharma358@gmail.com

This story started 4 months ago. When I was in my final semester of diploma. The story revolves around Sonia who was my class tutor as well as the in charge of my major project. Sonia was a gorgeous lady mother of two children’s one 5 year old and the other 1 year old. She had those amazing boobs and a huge ass for which anyone would die. Her stats were 36D-30-38 with a height of 5’5”.

Whenever she used to enter our class I would check her how beautiful she is and wished I had a girlfriend like her. She belonged to an upper class family. Her husband used to work in an editorial company in Delhi. He used to come only on weekends. This is what led to a sexual relation between us.

Whenever she used to call our team for the group meeting to discuss which project we are going to make, I used to stare at her. Every day I attended her class. I never missed her lecture. I used every single excuse so that I could talk to her. I just enjoyed her company a lot.

A time came when she gave me her contact number and I was so happy. I thought that I would talk to her but I was scared as what would happen if anything goes wrong.

But the day came I messaged her and waited for her reply I waited for 2 days, literally I was scared what will happen if she saw me and whether or not she was going to scold me. But a last on the 3rd day her reply came I was on cloud 9. I asked her a few questions and then said bye mam. Finally my semester was going to finish and I was sad as I won’t be able to see her and talk to her. But this turned as an opportunity to me.

After my exams were over I messaged her and got a reply instantly. For the first time I talked to her for hours. We talked about our hobbies, and asked her about her children’s and her husband. From that day we used to talk every time. But she would not chat with me on weekends as her husband used to be there. After about 1 month of chatting she got attached to me. One day I was not able to talk to her and next day she started to scold me and said

SONIA:“ If you didn’t want to talk to me then tell me I waited whole day that you’ll message and also you didn’t reply to any my messages and also not answered my call”.

ME: “Sorry mam I was not able to reply as I was busy as my relatives had come from village”

SONIA: “She said don’t make excuses”

ME: “I am not making excuses. It’s the truth. And I want to ask why you were calling me”

SONIA: “Ok. I wanted to talk as I was getting bored”

After talking with her for almost 1 month I asked her how she feel about me. I knew she has feeling for me. She replied that she likes me a lot and she is kind of attached to me. After reading her reply I was jumped and told myself that “phas gyi madam”.

We chatted for a while and exchanged hugs and kisses. After 1 week I asked her can I come to your home for lunch? At first she hesitated but in the end she told me that I can but she told me that she will tell me the time and day. I waited for that day for weeks at last it came. It was Tuesday and I told my parents that I am going to my friend’s home for lunch and will be late.

After reaching her home I called her from outside her house and she came within few minutes, my eyes were struck on her I have never seen her in sari and it was black. She was looking like an angel. She took me inside her house and said the lunch is ready. We ate lunch and then went to her bedroom. I noticed that her bed for bigger than normal bed I asked her to which she replied her husband sleeps on left and the kids sleep in between them and on right she sleeps. We sat on her bed and were talking and I was caressing her hair and her cheeks.

After sometime I told her that I want to put my head on her thighs firstly she was hesitated then I told her that I will put pillow then she agreed but told me that there is no need of pillow. From this I came to know that we were definitely going to have sex. After few minutes she told me to come up. I went up and she told me that she is going to put her head on my shoulder. She did that and now was the time to get started I slowly stared to caressing her cheeks and neck.

She got hot and started to kiss me on my neck. Now I kissed on her cheeks she resisted a bit but was enjoying I then moved to her neck now I knew she has become wet. And I started to kiss her lips I now made her sleep on bed and was kissing her cheeks lips and her neck as I was kissing her lips my hand were moving on her pussy she started to move her buttocks up and down. She was enjoying this now I moved my hand to her breasts and started to unbutton her shirt and free her boobs.

After unbuttoning her shirt I started to open her bra. She was wearing a green colored designer bra. Now I started kissing her cleavage and slowly rubbing her boobs. She was making sound “aahh…aaa….aha….aaahhhh” I moved my hand to the back and unbuttoned her bra. Her boobs jumped as I opened her bra. Her boobs were amazing I started kissing her nipple it was light brown in color. She said to me “I want to see you dick. Show it to me”.

I got up and opened my jeans and shirt now I was in under wear she got up from the bed and put her hand in undies and started stroking it. I enjoyed every bit of it. Now I made her lie down on the bed and opened her jeans she was not wearing any panties I was shocked to see her pussy it was the one of the best I have ever seen. It was clean shaved. I got excited and throw my undies and now both of us were nude. Now she told me that she want me to lick her pussy.

As I placed my lips on her pussy she moved a bit and her eyes closed. I started licking her pussy and I moved my tongue inside her pussy she was enjoying it and making sounds “yeah baby…yeah that’s it…aah…. aaaa ……. aaahaa …yeah lick it dry …. ohhh yesss …… oohhh” she was going to cum. I started licking her pussy fast and now her hand were on my head and pushing them on her pussy. After few minutes she cummed and I licked her all juices.

Now she said it’s her turn to lick my dick. She sucked it like a pro. Kissing on the forehead of my penis and playing with my balls. After 5 mins I cummed. Now it was time to fuck her. She came to knew that I was a virgin. And said that she is so happy to take my virginity. She told me that fuck slowly as my dick was big than her husband and I twill pain. She told me to get some lube from the drawer and applied it on my dick as well as her pussy.

Now I made her lie in missionary position and she held my dick in her hand and guided it to her pussy. I slowly started to apply pressure and she started moaning ”aaha…slowly….it’s hurting…aahhh ….aaaa” I slowed down a bit and after few minutes I pushed it hard and my whole dick was inside her. Both of us were feeling pain but enjoying it also.

After few minutes of staying still in that position I started moving and increased my pace. She was enjoying it and making sounds “faster…faster…fuck me hard….rock my pussy…cum in my pussy…I want it all in pussy….yess …… fuck me …. ooohhh …. aaaah . hhhh .. aa.aa.a ….. ohhhh” I was fucking her for about 15 mins and I was about to cum I told her I am cumming she crossed her legs around my back and I cummed in her pussy and she had also cummed for the 2nd time. I lied on the bed and and rested for a few minutes my dick shrank and she was lying in my arms.

I saw the time and it was 4 p.m. I told her that it’s late and I need to go to home. She got up and kissed me and said ok but after we shower together and get cleaned you can go home. We went to shower and we fucked in the shower also. In the shower I fucked her huge ass and cummed in her mouth. The shower sex is reserved for next time. Hope you have enjoyed it.

You can share your comments and review my story and can also tell me about your experiences as well: sharmashashank358@gmail.com.

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Sex with a Telugu housewife in Hyderabad


Hello everyone I am Vishnu 29yrs young 5.11 and slim good looking person live in Hyderabad. I am going to tell my true story in my life that happened. I don’t want to waste time and i will come quickly to the story and this is my second story. Actually it happened 3months back.

I after my 1st sex with a house wife in front of her husband this my second story, with a housewife I meet her in online, she is normal body having 3yrs kid and her husband is working in a company he will leave morning 9 and reach evening after 6, her grandparents went to tour for 1week so she is free, after 3days of sex chat I asked her for real sexIf any housewife or female interested please mail me my mail id neehelp@gmail.com

But she telling that it is not possible I know she is also like to have sex with me but little bit shy because of unknown person, but later I asked so many times and asked her lets meet casual if you like we can do sex safe only or just chit chat only and she is also agree and told me that you come next day morning after 10am and given her number to me and told me address.

I am very happy with that and I am waiting for next day morning and I started from my house and I both condoms and ice cream for her kid n I reached her house and I called her can I come or wait outside she told me her flat no and door is open u come directly so I went to her flat and I seen her she is very hot n sexy i seen her kid and played with him for 10mins and she told u can eat lunch here lets me prepare lunch for both so I played with her kid in that time n sometimes.

I chit chat with her in kitchen about sex and her body later her kid went to sleep in the bed. I asked her can I hug you once she is very impress about my permission and told me ok and I hugged her very tight she is very very happy about my frankness and told me can we have lunch ok after 15mins lunch finished and we sit in a sofa and watching tv. I asked her I can touch your booms she smiled and taken my hand n put in her booms it is very big and soft I pressed she ahh hmmahhm and without permission I put my other hand in her pussy she is in nightie her pussy very hot and wet too.

I played for 5mins and she told me your so sexy and I impress on you, so can we move to bed room her kid in other room, we went to bed room and closed to door and I hugged her slowly removing her dress she is in her bar and panty only, she start removing my dress and I taken a condom from my pocket and given her she put in my cock and started blow job for 10mins I am in haven and I started finger her pussy to later

I asked her let start fucking her pussy it is very wet with her orgasm I insert my cock into her pussy it wet inside so started fucking and pressing her booms she hugged me and after 10mins and we changed to doggy style and i fucked full speed she enjoying full ha hhh a hhahh ahh aaah! Ssss!. Oooooh ……..,,” hard fuck and told me that I like your stamina and we changed to top angle she in top of me and started fucking she looked like a porn star she is also very hot fucking for 10 mins,

I told her I am about to cum and she stopped told me ok let’s change the angle I am in top of her I fucked for 5 mins and I cummed inside I taken the condom out and we both went to bathroom and bath I touch and washed her pussy and she handjob my cock for 5mins and came back, she dressed and went to other room for her kid but her kid is still sleeping.I went to her room and sit behind her and pressing booms n her pussy she smiled and told me you are very hot your wife very lucky, I smiled and finger her pussy in that room for 3mins she is again in hot mood and told me lets move to bed room and we again started fucking for 25mins this time she told me I want to taste your cum and I removed my cock and dropped my cum in her mouth.

Now time to move out but I want to do again now it’s time 5 so I asked her can I come tomorrow but she told me ok but only once tomorrow last because her grandparents is coming back tomorrow night, I told her ok and next day I went to her house asked her to ware saree and fucking her for 45mins in morning and 30mins after lunch till 4.50pm I am very happy with her pussy and she taken a promise with me please don’t share my number or call me again because she is married and her grandparents will at home, I promised her I will not call you again I know about you and I respect your family relation, she impressed and I asked can do once again it last and she smiled and told lets quick fuck, I taken a condom from my pocket and stat fucking for 10mins.

Thanks for read my story

That’s all my friends hope you enjoyed this incident. Your comments are welcome.

If any housewife or female interested for safe sex please mail me my mail id neehelp@gmail.com

Any girls or aunties interested in having sex with me feel free to contact me at above mail id.

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Chachi ko randi ki tarah choda


Hi friends..This is Ironman back with a new story..First of all thanks to all the reading mai story and mailing me their feedback…It means a lot..Ab toh aunty aur ladkio ke bhi mail anne lage hai sex chat aur sex ke liye..I hope app logo ko mere sath maza aa hoga..

So mai ab sidhe story pe aata hu yeh abhi just kuch dino phele ki bat hai..Mai hyderabad ek coaching class attend kar ke liye aaya hua hu..Aur haal fillal chacha ke ghar pe rukha hu..Mere chacha service karte bai aur aaye din bussiness ke mamle mai bahar jate rehthe hai..Abhi bhi chacha assam gaye hue hai kisi bussiness ke silsilr mai..Toh mai aapko chachi ke bare mai bata du..

Wo 32 years ki hai aur bhohot sexy aur gori hai aur unki gand aur boobs bhi bade hai..Ek bar mai coaching se jaldi aa gaya tha aur bhabhi ular wale kamre mai naha rahi thi..Mai upar gaya toh samaj gaya toh mai bathroom ke ventillation duct se jaknelaga..Aaahaa kya nazara tha..Bhabhi apne mulayam hato se apne boobs pe saboon laga rahi thi aur kya batao unki clean shaved pussy pe toh saboon bhi nhi tik raha tha phir mai waha sr chala gaya aur muth marliya..

Phir jab chachi naa kar aa gayi toh unki gili panty aur bra bathroom mai he the mai unko apne land pe lapetke sara muth mar diya..Phir chala gaya..Jaisa ki mene apko meri pirani stories mai bataya hai mai ek teenager hu ao bhi 6 feets kam…Chachi ko meri height bhohot pasand thi..Ek din mai aur chachi rat ko film dekh rahe the..Usme shadi ka scene chal raha tha..Achanak se chachi boli ki bhaiya mujhe lagta hai apki bhi shadi kara deni chaiye..

Maine bola ki abhi toh mai chota hu..Toh boli par apki harkate toh bado wali hai..Mai dar gaya.Mene bola chachi mai samjha nhi..Toh chachi boli roj mere nahane ke badh bathroom mai kyu jate ho toh mai samaj gaya..Aur phir mene bol diya kya karu bhabhi app ho hi itni sexy..Wo boli sahi mai apke chacha ke pass toh time hi nhi hai..Mene bola mere pass toh hai..Aur jake unhe kiss kardiya aur unke boobs dabane laga..Chachi gusse mai aa gayi aur mujhe dkakha deke chali gayi..Blli bhaiya mujhe apse aishi harkat ki umeed nhi thi..Mai darr gaya aur jake apne kamre mai soo gaya..Mene toh mann bana liya tha ki ab chachi ko chodh ke hi dam lunga..

Mene ussi rat dhire se bathroom ke lock ko kharab kar diya aur agle din chachi ko bol ke coaching gaya ki ajj extra class hai late ho jaungaa..Aur uss din wapis bhabhi ke nahane wale time par aa gaya..Aur apne kapde utar ke sidha bathroom mai ghuss gaya lura nanga aur mera land 5.5 inch ka pura khada tha aur bathroom mai bahabhi chok gayi wo bhi puri nangi thi mene bina der kiya bhabhi ko kich ke khafha kiya fiwar mai ulta dakha diya aur apna land ek bar mai unki chuth mai dal diya..Wo roone lagii aaaaa …

Mene bina der kiye land andar bhahar chalu kar diya..Aahhhaaa kya feeling thi..Bhabhi dard mai pagal mai toh bhabhi ko machine ki tarah 20 min tak chodhta raha apna muth unki chuth mai dal diya phir thodha saboon ubki gand mai ragda aur ek bar mai pura land unki gand mai dal diya bhohot tight thi..Chachi jatlatna lagi dard mai rone lagi par mai nahi rukh unki gand se khun aa gaya phir bhi mai nahi rukh phir unhe sidha kiya bhahar kich ke le gaya falang pe fekh diya aur phir apni purani style mai unko palang se bandha aur chatne laga..Phir mene unke dono boobs ke bich mai land dabakar khub chodha aur phoora muth unke muh pe udha diya..

Aur phir walis tel laga kar kar kutte ki speed ke chodha..Pach pach pach awaz aa rahi thi bhabhi lagbag behosh ho gai thi phir mai ruka aur bhabhi ko khol ke soo gaya..Agla do teen din normal rahe bas bhabhi ne mujhse bat karna chodh diya tha..Ab phir se meri icha hui unhe chodne ki toh apne friend ki dukhan se spy camera le aaya aur chachi ke bathroom mai fit kar diya..Aur phir uski recording bhabhi ko whatsapp kardi..Chachi aayi mere lass aur boli kya chaiye tumhe mene bola app..

Unhone kaha ajj akhiri barr..Phir tum iss ki delete kar doge aur hum kabhi sex nhi karengee…Mene bhi sharth rakhi mene bhabhi ko bola ki app wo karogii jo mai bolungaa..Unko manna pada..Phele toh mai unse apna land chuswaya. Aahaaa kya chuss rahi thi wo aur apne muth unke muh mai bhar diya..Mene mann mai soch liya tha ki ajj chachi ko itna chodungaa ki wo yadh rakengii..Pgir mai chachi ko kiss karne laga choclate lake ubkr pure shareer mai fela dii aur fir chatne laga…Phir unke sath tit fuck kiya phir wapis alne land unke muh mai diya..

Phir tel lagaya aur apne land unki gand pe rakha aur 4 unli unki pussy pe wo samaj gayi thi mai kya karnr wala hu jaise hi unhone nahi boal mene dono chreze full speed se puri andar dal..Uske bad toh chachi jo cheeke aaa aaaay yyyii iiii i…. Maa aaaa…..Maaarrg ggga aayy iiiii …Oooo uuuuu … Kuttteeee ….Jaaall gaaayiii …Bbbhh baaah hhaar rrr nnniikkkaall. Par mene dono ko dkakha lagaya…Aur unko 45 min khoob chodha unki gand pussy hoth sab suj gaye the aur yeh sab mere land ka kamal tha..Nai konsa mane wala tha..

Mene agle din chachi ko bola badla lena hai..Wo boli haa ..Mene bola apke pass ek tareeka hai apni badhass nikalne ka..Ek call girl ko bulwa loudki khubh gand marengee apki badas bhi nikal jayegii aur sath mai mai bhi sex kar lungaa..Chachi mann gayi..

Aur phir call girl bulayi…Chachi ne usko khubh unglii ki khubh mera land chuswaya cahchi ne apni buri badass randi pe nikall aahaa mujhe toh jannat wali feeling aa rahi thi..Uss randi ko toh itna chodha mend aur chachi ne mil ke ki wo chal ke wapis bhi nhi jaa sakti thi..Mera bhi lund bhohot dukh raha tha lar bahbhi nahi mani randi ko rukhne nhi de aur uski chuth mai se mera land bhahar nahi nikal ne de mujhe bhi ab dard ho raha tha bhohot tej..Mai bhi rone bhabhi se mafi mangi phir wo rukhi aur randi toh aise halat mai ho gayi thi ki wo wagi soo gayi bina extra charge kiye..Mera dimagg bhohot kharab tha..Mai pain killer leke soo gaya ..

Subah tak sab normal ab mene soch liya tha ki ab randi ke sath milke bahbhi ko chodh chodh ke pura behosh karke hi manugaa randi bhi man gayi mene bhi kuch kiya randi ko bhabhi ko pakd ko bola unke boobs ko iss bar chata nhi roti jaise khaya lira lal ho gaye the mere dato ke nishan se aur mene bina der kiye tel lagaya air bhabhi ki gand mai bahara ko 2 ghante tak tel lagake..Power capsule kha ke non stop chodha unki chuth mai se khun aa gaya tha phir bhi mai nhi rukh mai thak gaya tha toh lhir randi ki madat se phir choda..Aur chachi ko khub mara unki dheke le lal ho gayr the…

Phir randi jane lagi aur mere andar power capsule ne kamal dikhaya phir se energy aa gay aur randi gate tak hi pauchi thi ki usko piche kicha aur uska one piece ek bar mai fadh diya aur bra panty bhi do japad deke sofe pe fekh diye aur uska pura sharir khaya jaise kitne din se bhukha tha..Aur usko phir se chodha phir ek do din shanti rahi..Par mai konsa manne wala tha..Mene ajj subah bhi chachi ko chodha aur agle 20 din tak subah shyaam unhe randi ki tarah chodta rahungaa..

I hope app logo ko meri story pasand aayi ho..

Plz apna feedback de mujhe mail karke..At… flashmittal00@gamil.com.

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Nihaarika aunty and unki beti Bhavika ko choda


Nihaarika aunty and unki beti Bhavika ko choda

Hello dosto me jay aapka sex dost me fir lauta hu meri sex kahi ke sath jo teen din pehle mere sath ghati. Kese mene apne pados ki aunty or unki beti ko kis tarah choda and woh mujse roz chudwane lagi.

3 din pehle ki baat hai meri pados ki friend bhavika mujse milne aayi thi kyunki me europe se lauta tha and me kya gift laya tha uske liye woh dekhne ke liye aaye thi and mere ghar pe me akele tha kyunki mom dad sab bahar gaye wee the and woh meri help kar rahi thi mere kapde lagane me cupboard me woh muje har kaam me help karti thi hum dono bachpan se bahot ache dost the jab bhi muje chot lagti dard usse hota tha and hum dono unpacking kar rahe the suitcase and tabhi meri suitcase me se mera underwear nikla and woh usse sung ne lagi tabhi mene gaur kiya ki woh smell kar rahi thi mera under wear and apni panty me unglu daal kar fingering kar rahi thi mene usse dekha tab mene bola kya kar rahi ho.

And woh ekdum horny type lagne lagi and woh meri tie pakad kar kholne lagi and bola ki shirt kholo mene bola abhi nahi please usne mere mouth bandh kar diya ola ki chup ek dum aaj tak sex nai karne diya muje bas ab nai aaj me apni chut ki pyaas bujana chahti hu and ussne dheere dheere mere saare kapde utar diya and mera lund pakad kar blow job dene lagi and hand job bhi woh ek dum horny sex goddess lag rahi thi uski umar 18 saal hai but uska figure jese pata nai kesa banaya hai uska figure 36-34-36 tha and mene bhi uska saath dena shuru kar diya muje esa lag raha tha ki mera rape ho raha tha😂😂

Fir mene uske saare kapde utar diya and usse smooch karne laga and usne bola ki lets do french kiss and we had done kiss for around 25 minutes and she is sucking my cock and mere ghar ka gate khula reh gaya tha tabhi uski mom mere ghar aayi hume ese halat me pakad liya and uski mom ne bola akele akele toh hum dono shock ho gae and mene or bhavika ne uski mom nihaarika ko nude kar diya pura and uske boobs chusne lage and nihaarika bhavika se bahot young lagti hai uska figure 38-36-34 boobs toh humare pure society me sabse bade hai humne usse bahit chusa and esa lagta tha ki uska pati uske maze nai deta tha and bhavika ki seal mene pehli baar mene hi todi thi and uske sath mene teen ghante tak sex kiya and uski mom ke sath bhi bahot kiya uski mom ki chut puri geeli hi thi.

Mene bhavika and uski mom nihaarika ko bahot hi buri tarika se choda thawoh doono meri deeaani si ho gai thi

Mene pura lick kia and woh aahe bharne lagi thi tabhi bhavika ne bola pehle meri chut me apna lund daalo without condom mene kaha agar bacha hogaya toh usne bola ki koi problem nahi me tumhari ab se randi hu uski maa boli me bhi me toh bahot khush ho gaya kyunki muje sex ka anand dene ke liye 4 ladkiyan hai ab toh fir humne jamke sex kiya and nihaarika aunty chali gayi kyunki unhe khana bana na tha hum log ke liye bhavika and me saath me hi bed me so gae the and jab me utha toh nihaarik aunty mera lund chus rahi thi and bhavika so rahi thi mene usse sex ke liya uthaya and kiss karne lage and fir mene nihaarika aunty ko kiss karne laga and bhavika muje blowjob de rahi thi

Fir mene bhavika ki chut maari tab nihaarika aunty boli ki abb meri gaand maro mene jesi hi lund nihaarika aunty ke gaan me daala unki awaz aane lagi jor jor se aaaaah aah aaah aaah aaah woh bahot jor jor se chilane lagi mene jor ka jhatka dekar pura 7” ka lund aunty ki gaand me daal diya woh jor se chiki and lag bhag 10 mi ute tak mene unki gaand maari and bhavika boli ab meri bhi mene uski bhi maari woh ek dum koi professional randi lagrahi thi mene raat 8 baje tak usske sath sex kiya and aunty chali gayi kyunki uncle aagae the and bhavika mere yaha ka bol lar ruk gayi ki papa madhur akela hai and uski tabiyat kharab hai and humne lagatar 7 ghante tal sex kiya and woh paagal si gai thi

Hum fir french kiss kar ne ke baad woh mujhe blowjob dene lagi woh ab bhi thaki nahi thi but mene kaha ab bas ab kap karenge but woh mere lund ki deewani thi raat ko 3 baje uth kar boli ki kiss me kiss me humne aadhe ghante kiss kiya boobs ko chisa and mene uski chut ko pura chat daala tha and woh itni jaldi wet ho jati thi humne teen din lagatr sex kiya and fir mere parents aagae hume jab bhi mauka milta me nihaarika aunty and unki beti bhavika ke sath sex karta tha

Bhavika mujse roz chudeane lagi and woh apni cousin behen ko bhi sex karne ke liye mere paas lati thi and apne friends ko bhi mene bahot sex kia tha un teen dino me bhavika humari society ki sabse khoobsurat ladki thi uske bobe bahot hi mast the sab society wale uss dekhkar chodne ka sochte ad kamyaab nahi hote but woh mujse bahot pyaar karti thi and woh mujse shhadi karna chahti thi and me bura faans chuka tha because of prachi my 1st girlfriend and bhavika meri doosri kis kis se pyar karoon wali situation thi meri.

Agar aapko meri story achi lagi ho toh please muje mail kare madhurf9@yahoo.com

Agar kisi ko sex karne ki icha ho toh bhi mail kare.

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Rent my daughter Part 1


I won’t lie to you. I’m a single mother and any money is good money. That includes earnings my daughter makes by posing for artists who need a model to draw, paint or photograph. Often they require her undressed, either partially or all the way. Sometimes they require a little more than that.  Like I said, I won’t lie to you. Most parents would call my entrepreneurial skills child endangerment. A year ago I would agree with them but since then I have changed my views on the subject. I never imagined I would be capable of exploiting my daughter’s 18-year-old body for profit, let alone become aroused by it. But opinions and tastes change especially if they make life a little more comfortable on the side.

Monday started like hundreds of others at the art college where I take Emma to work as a model. We came in through the main door, walked down the corridor and into the main office.  “Good morning all,” I greeted the office staff.  “‘Morning!” they returned and others waved at Emma.  I turned and was about take Emma to the scheduled drawing class when the Secretary called out, “Oh, Christine. Just a minute.”  I looked around the door at the slight figure of Margaret, the wiry-haired and bespectacled secretary. “I should have told you last week, but as Henry has his exhibition on for two weeks in London, the class will have a new teacher this morning.”  “Oh,” I said. “Who is he?”  “She’s Annabel Williams from the Manchester Academy of Fine Arts.”  I was intrigued. To be honest, women were less sympathetic to employing children for human figure posing which always required the model to be naked before the class but I also knew who Annabel Williams was which is why I was feeling intrigued.

I went back inside the room and leaned on the secretary’s desk.  “Isn’t she the one who recently had a great exhibition at the Liverpool Art gallery? Specialises in erotic painting in pastel.”  “That’s the one,” confirmed the Secretary. “The newspapers reported that she sold every painting. She’s a good teacher too.”  “Sounds interesting,” I said. “We’ll go up and meet her.  The drawing classroom was on the next floor. As the class had not started, the door was wide open. I walked in leading Emma by hand and saw a woman, with shoulder length auburn hair, standing with her back to me. As she heard me enter she turned around. Her smile was instantly welcoming so I went over and said, “I’m Christine, the mother of your model Emma.”  Her smile broadened and she held out her hand. She took mine in a very firm grip. “Hello, Christine.

Hi Emma. I’m Annabel. Very pleased to meet you two.” She stroked Emma’s hair. “She’s a very pretty girl, isn’t she? But lets not waste time. I think we’d better have a quick chat to sort out what we’re going to do today.”  We walked over to the side of the room where there were three chairs. We sat down and I looked into her face. I noticed that she was several inches taller than me. She seemed about 35, and her auburn hair surrounded a very pleasant looking face with a few freckles scattered here and there. She had a very attractive smile and a firm but very smooth voice.  She gave me the impression that she was a person very much in charge.

She had a fairly full figure with a generous bust but, as far as I could see, her body was quite firm. I wondered whether she might work out a couple of times a week. Certainly there was nothing fragile about her. But what intrigued me the most was how she looked at Emma with steady, measured gaze as if judging the shape of her body under the clothes.  “I understand Emma’s been modelling here for almost two years now?”  “That’s right,” I replied, omitting many private sessions at the hands of kinky fashion photographers whose sense of fashion began and ended with a pair of thong panties or pervy art students who painted only for the sake of raping models with their eyes but knew nothing about composition or primary colours. “She’s been modelling since she turned nine. She enjoys it very much but different people require different kind of modelling.

She’s done a lot of work for Henry but I was wondering what will you require from her today?”  “Well, I aim to present the class with a pose that’s interesting to draw. If possible I’ll ask her to imply some small action in the pose, or present a position of tension.” Her eyes widened and a faint suggestion of a smile played at the corners of her generous mouth. “I’ll try not to make it too difficult for her, I promise.”  “You obviously take a genuine interest in your work,” I smiled. “I’ve known so many artists who just want their models to stand, or sit or lie down without knowing what effect they are creating. It makes models and artists look thoroughly bored.”  She then looked straight into Emma’s eyes and asked, “Emma, do you get shy sometimes when lots of people look at you without any clothes on?”  I saw Emma hesitate a moment before replying.

I felt this was a testing question.  “Well … sometimes if there are many, many people in the room and I have to pose for a long time. But if it’s only few people then I don’t mind.”  “And tell me Emma, can you hold a pose for a half an hour or an hour, even if it’s a difficult pose?”  “Once I held a pose for two hours with only a little break,” Emma said proudly.  “She’s a good gymnast,” I added quickly to reassure Annabel. “She even won some prises at school level competitions.”  At those words Annabel seemed to straighten, her brow raised almost imperceptibly and the smile at the corners of her mouth appeared again. “That’s interesting; very interesting.”  We both looked deeply into each other’s eyes and, at that very moment something happened that I really cannot put into words. It was as though a chord had reached out from her mind to mine.

A certain chemistry passed between us and I experienced a tangible bond of trust with another woman I had never previously experienced.  Just then a man and a woman came over to speak to Annabel and the magic of the moment evaporated. Before she answered their question, she turned to Emma, lightly touched her arm and said, “We’ll start in a few minutes, sweetheart. Will you get changed please?”  I went with Emma into the changing cubicle still wondering what was it that I sensed in that woman. As I helped Emma take off her clothes I remember wondering whether it might be because of the way she looked at the little girl, exploring her body with lust I’ve only seen in men until now. But I rejected that idea. It was impossible, I thought. Completely improbable that another woman would have the same secret feelings I felt hidden inside me.

I put the robe on Emma and we went out into the room. By now almost every student was arranged either sitting down or standing behind an easel. Annabel was sitting on the edge of the podium, and as we walked in her direction she stood up smiling.  She introduced herself to the class and then said, “You all know little Emma who has been your model for some time. I’m going to have her do a few three-minute poses, then we’ll have a couple of ten minute poses and follow those with a longer one of about 25 minutes. That will take us up to coffee time.”  Previously, taking the robe off my daughter and presenting her nude to the class was something I did almost without thought. There was no embarrassment for her or myself and it was just a matter of routine. To be honest, all I had on my mind was the fee I was going to charge for her modelling time.

But now, I really wanted to let Annabel see my little girl naked. I faced in her direction, took off Emma’s robe and let Annabel arrange her body into the first pose. At first Annabel just stood there, absolutely still with her eyes fixed on the naked child, taking in every detail of her small defenceless body before helping her assume the first pose.  She then made a circuit of the 15 or so students just glancing to see what they had done, occasionally pointing at their canvas or giving an advice. As I stood at the back of the class I felt the old excitement returning. It never failed to make me hot as I watched roomful of complete strangers drinking in the sight of Emma’s nude little body displayed only for them to study and analyse in tiniest detail.  “Thank you Emma, we’ll get you now into another pose.” I saw Annabel kneel down to Emma’s level and rearrange her limbs. Again I noticed how her hands lingered over the little girl’s skin as if not wanting to cease touching her.

She brushed her hair away from the shoulders and pushed her back into a severe arch which presented her budding breasts to the full view of the students.  I sat quietly at the back of the class as I watched Annabel’s careful hands manipulate my daughter’s naked body and tried to imagine what was going through her mind. Did she feel aroused as I did? If given a chance would she molest my little girl and if so how far would she take it? The more I thought about it the more various scenes played out in my mind. I saw Annabel doing unspeakable things to Emma. I saw every student in the class join her, taking hold of her limbs so she couldn’t defend herself from relentless fingering, probing, kneading and pinching of her tender flesh. They all towered over her like a pride of lions devouring a small baby gazelle caught in their deadly grasp while soft cries and sighs were all that escaped from the violated child.  I woke up from my daydream when I heard Annabel speak again.

For her third pose she had her lay on the podium with her back still arched and her hands spread flat at her sides. She slowly walked around the podium and stood at Emma’s feet looking down at her nude body. I was thrilled when she quietly said, “That’s a lovely pose Emma. You really are a good model.”  For the long pose Annabel asked Emma to sit on the podium with one leg up forming a triangle and the other flat on the podium but bent with her foot under the other knee. This meant that her little pussy was on full view to those in front of her which was about 70% of the class. Annabel came over to the podium and took hold of the leg which was lying flat and moved it further under Emma’s other leg. As I watched her touching Emma slowly and deliberately I felt a surge of pleasure run up my legs to my crotch. From where I was sitting it looked like she had a firm but gentle touch.

I wondered whether Emma’s pussy, in full view of so many students in the class was enlarging, getting pink and opening. It looked like it but I couldn’t be sure. Then Annabel took one step back and in almost inaudible whisper said, “Yes, I really do like that.”  When the long pose was over and Annabel said her last “Thank you, Emma,” I thought how quickly the time had passed. While all the students were leaving the classroom I came over to the podium carrying the robe for Emma. Annabel was commenting to her on her posing and I could see Annabel from time to time looking down at Emma’s quite stiff little nipples.  “She was terrific, Christine.” Annabel said when she saw me. “You have a very beautiful child, very supple and… how should I say this… Very enticing.”  “Thank you. She can be a handful too.”  “Well, I mustn’t keep you must I?” she said as she glanced at her watch. “You’ll probably want to be getting home.” As I turned she gently stroked Emma’s back and said “It’s been lovely working with you sweetheart.

I shall look forward to next week.”  —  Emma and I walked slowly down the flight of steps and out through the double door into the car park. With money for today’s session secured and nothing planned for the rest of the day I was going to take Emma out shopping for yet another outrageously skimpy little dress before heading home. I gave a sigh as I looked at my watch and saw it was getting quite late. If only we could find a taxi somewhere. I had almost reached the exit onto the road when I heard a car coming behind me. I moved Emma to the side to give it room to pass but when it came alongside us it slowed down. The driver lowered the window. It was Annabel!  “Can I offer you a lift anywhere, Christine?”  The magic took over once more. Can she offer us a lift? You bet! I tried to remain calm as I replied, “Oh, that’s very kind of you Annabel. Which way are you going?”  “Oh, don’t worry about that. Just tell me where you want to go and I’ll take you there. I’m in no hurry.”

I quickly led Emma into the car and Annabel pulled out onto the main road. I told her we wanted to go to the children’s clothing store on the edge of town just over a mile away. “There’s a small pull-in just before it. If you could drop us off there I would be terribly grateful.”  During the short journey I offered her congratulations on her latest exhibition of figure drawings which had been a sell out. I also asked her about the various models she had used. I secretly wondered if they had been Emma’s age but she said Emma was her youngest ever nude model. Soon we were at the pull-in where she stopped.  Annabel switched off the engine as she finished answering my questions about the other models. “The youngest model I worked with before Emma was a 13-year-old girl. She was very good.” Then she deliberately turned and looked at Emma straight in the eyes. “But none of them were anywhere near as good as you, sweetheart.” I saw Emma blushed slightly and looked quickly down.

Then she slowly raised her eyes again.  “Thank you,” Emma said shyly.  “I think you flattered her,” I smiled. “But seriously, she really enjoyed the class today. Having you in charge seemed… somehow, special.”  “You mean she likes working with me?”  “Oh yes. Don’t you Emma?”  She clapped her hands in delight, “Yes, I like being your model!”  Annabel turned and momentarily looked out through the windscreen as though thinking. Then she returned her steady gaze to me. “In that case, would you let her do some private modelling for me at my studio?”  My heart missed a beat – or several beats. It doesn’t happen often that we’re offered private modelling sessions. It’s not that I was impressed by by the offer itself but more by what it stood for. Private offers always meant more lucrative fees and sexual or at least erotic involvement of the model at some point.

I tried to control my voice as I replied, “Oh, definitely. I’d love to see her be painted by you. I could tell all my friends she modelled for the famous Annabel Williams.”  She turned to Emma then and reached forward, lifting her chin in her hand. “And you sweetheart? Are you sure about that?”  “I’m not shy Miss Williams if that’s what you mean.”  “Well I’ve noticed that in the class today and I’m grateful for that. It will be in the evening time. Will that suit you?” She looked back at me.  “Yes,” I replied. “Just tell me which evening.” I’d have taken Emma if she’d asked her to model at three in the morning. Then I added, “But I must inform you the usual modeling fee will apply.”  “Of course, Christine. I’m happy to pay you whatever you ask.” Annabel returned her gaze through the windscreen once more. “So let’s see. Today’s Monday.

I have a meeting tomorrow evening and I’m having visitors on Thursday evening. Can you manage Friday?”  “Yes, I think we can manage that.” I replied.  Annabel took out a business card and handed it to me. “This is my studio address,” she said. “Can you make it by seven o’clock… no, let’s say half past six. That will give us plenty of time. I don’t like rushing things.”  “We can definitely get there by half past six,” I said, the excitement rising inside me. We’ll see you then. Oh, and thanks very much for the lift. It was really sweet of you. Bye now!”  Getting out of the car I wondered whether I had done the right thing mentioning the modelling fee so early in the game. It certainly seemed right to me but I wasn’t so sure about Annabel. However, my doubts were dispelled as I shut the car door and Emma waved her hand. Annabel was beaming at her and she blew her a kiss.  As I floated along the pavement with Emma skipping at my side I meditated on her words. “Half past six… I don’t like rushing things.”

I wondered what things she didn’t like rushing.  —  The interval between Monday and Friday had never seemed so long to me. Emma had scheduled several more modelling jobs at various classes and studios but neither of them was anything worth mentioning or maybe it was the case of me becoming used to the ordinary nudity of my little daughter while she posed for anyone who asked for it and I needed something more to get me excited, something more extreme or unusual? But more than that I found the wait really frustrating. All I could think about was seeing Annabel again and finding out what exactly she had planned for Friday.  Eventually, the day dawned and we were up bright and early.

Like every morning before her modelling work I spent half an hour with Emma helping her do some pretty strenuous exercises to stretch up her muscles and then more time supervising her shower, helping her wash all tricky little places on her body that needed special attention and then setting her hair in two blond pigtails, filing and polishing her fingernails and toenails and removing a rare hair on her still prepubescent body. She had to be as near to perfection as possible. To her immense amusement and an occasional giggle I studied her naked little figure in every detail until I was quite satisfied with what I saw.  After that was done the only thing I had her wear was a bathrobe.

For the rest of the day I let her play, watch TV and do her homework until eventually it was half-past four. Two hours to go, but it would take us only 20 minutes to walk to Annabel’s studio so I decided to put a little make-up on her. I consulted a few books on the subject. I didn’t want her to look like a tart but I did want to make her look sexy.  All this finished, I decided on just one other touch. I went to a drawer where I kept my perfume and took out my favourite, but subtle, aroma. I applied one spot under on each of her little nipples, another behind each ear and the last right between her legs which made her giggle again. Then I took one final look at her and decided to get her dressed. I chose the briefest pink silk undies she had in her dresser, a dark red pleated mini-skirt and a low-necked white blouse with two very slight shoulder straps. My little girl was finally dressed but, with any luck, she wouldn’t be for much longer.  —  Knowing the area well, we easily found the address on Annabel’s card. It was a large double-fronted Victorian villa in an avenue of trees. I was ten minutes early but I couldn’t wait any longer.

We went up the short flight of stone steps, rang the door chime and waited impatiently. We were rewarded by the figure of Annabel opening the door. She was dressed in an off-white and paint-stained artist’s smock but I noticed that she was wearing carefully applied makeup and her short hairstyle was flawless.  We stepped into the large hallway. Annabel turned to Emma and looked her up and down with a broad smile of obvious approval. “You look absolutely gorgeous,” she said. Then she came down closer to her, took her little face in both hands and kissed her on the lips. “I hope you don’t mind Christine. She’s a beautiful little doll.”  “Not at all…” I stammered surprised by her bold move.  “Lovely to see you both again. You managed to find me alright?”  “Oh yes,” I replied. “No difficulty at all.”  “Let’s go up to my studio then.” She took Emma’s hand in hers and led us towards the bottom of a wide staircase. “I use the biggest bedroom in the house as my studio,” she explained.  “I expect you need a lot of space for all your paintings,” I suggested.  “Yes, that’s true.

I hate working in a cramped space; I like to be able to spread myself a bit.”  I liked her terminology, and kept hoping.  “Another reason I use the room is that it has a north-facing and very large window which is not overlooked by anyone.”  “Oh, that must be a real bonus,” I said.  She opened the door for us to walk inside. I was totally impressed. The cheerful pink evening light enveloped me. If this had been a bedroom, you could have slept ten people in it. It was almost square and the window at the one end occupied almost half the wall space. The deep red curtains on either side were held back with heavy gold tassels.  On another wall was a huge swept gilt-framed mirror which reached well over half way to the high ceiling. It seemed to add extra length to the room. There were several chairs, one of them a maroon Queen Anne with gold trimming.

A matching chaise lounge stood nearby and on it sat a couple of antique porcelain dolls which Emma has already noticed and hurried over to play with.  Along the bottom of one of the walls was a collection of paintings, some framed, some just on bare canvases. Apart from one cupboard, two shelves containing some very large books, and a low set of narrow pastel storage drawers, the only other items in the room were two easels, one with a large sheet of tinted blank paper on it, and a podium, set in the middle covered with a mattress.  Annabel gave me time to look round and take in the whole picture and then said, “Well, what do you think of my studio?”  “I’m overwhelmed,” I returned.” I really do love it. I can imagine it must be heavenly working in here.”  “Yes, I totally agree with you Christine.”

She then started walking towards another door in the corner of the room.  “This is a walk-in store cupboard that I use to store my costumes. Would you like to see them?”  Costumes? It was just as well she had her back to me. The smile vanished from my face as I automatically followed her to the door. Costumes! She wants to paint Emma in a costume? After all my preparations? I’d been carefully planning all this time to use my own daughter to seduce this woman for financial gain and my own twisted fantasies but now it seemed she wasn’t as kinky as I imagined her to be.  We both went into the small anteroom. There were steel tubes across the room and hooks all around the walls, all hanging with costumes of every sort and size. And along the skirting board there must have been 20 pairs of shoes. There was a very large wicker basked in the corner out of which bulged an assortment of, what I assumed to be, drapes.  Annabel was standing by my side. “You… er… want Emma to wear a costume?” I queried.

She shot me a quick glance and smiled broadly. “Oh, no. Painting her in a costume? Now wouldn’t that be a gigantic waste? A sweet little figure like hers should be put on display so people can admire it.” She was incredulous that I should ask. The tension inside me disappeared.  “No, Christine. I want to paint her nude. In fact I have something specific in mind. I’m a great admirer of Albert Von Keller. I consider that some of his paintings are amongst the greatest ever committed to canvas. Are you familiar with his work?”  I hesitated a little. “Well, I can’t say I’m familiar with Keller.”  “Come over here,” she said moving towards the bookshelves. I followed. She took down a very large, thick book with the name “Albert Von Keller” heavily embossed on the cover. I noticed there was a marker in the book.

She flipped open the page to reveal a painting of a naked young woman, her one hand nailed a cross and the other tied to the other side. I have never seen it before, but now I felt it was to have greater significance for me and Emma.  “This is called ‘Moonlight’. Keller painted it in 1894. I saw the original when I went to Berlin last year and visited the gallery where they keep it. It was absolutely stunning! I was rooted to the spot for some 20 minutes before I could move. What do you think of it Christine?”  “It’s beautiful!” I exclaimed.  “Notice how her naked body is turned and twisted around to face us and her arms stretched sideways tied to the cross? Her beauty is there for us all to see. She is naked and helpless. See how her head is resting on her outstretched arm and her eyes are closed as if at peace with her own fate? This is the work of a genius.”  She slowly closed the book and looked at me. “I want to do a pastel painting of Emma based on that painting.

It will be quite simple compared with the work of Keller of course. I want her spread out on a cross as if she is a slave girl who disobeyed her master and is being punished for it. I want your daughter to be a naked slave girl. What do you think, Christine?”  What a question? I couldn’t have dreamed up anything more perverted and alluring if I’d tried. “Oh, I think that’s an excellent idea,” I said. And I really meant it.  “So you like the idea?”  “I love it!” I replied. “I know Emma will enjoy playing out a slave girl but since this is a very uncommon request I think the modelling fee should be increased 10%.”  “Of course, Christine. I agree. This is a very demanding position that will put a lot of strain on her tiny body. She deserves to be rewarded for her effort.”  My heart leapt by her generosity. I was going to give her a hug but I thought it might be a little too early for that.  “Right then. Lets get ready our little slave girl.” She said and there was nothing I wanted to do more than see Emma in that pose..

She went over to the podium and arranged a large cross closer to the edge while I went to interrupt Emma in her play with dolls. “That should give her plenty of room to pose in the centre,” she said. “The light from the window will be striking sideways across her body throwing her figure into deep relief.”  I led Emma by hand as we approached the podium. I helped her kicked off her shoes and socks on the floor. She seemed a little comprehensive when she saw the large wooden cross that Annabel brought to the podium but I did my best to calm her down. We stood her on against the cross and then Annabel stood back and looked at her.  “This will look pretty good,” she remarked. “You may help her now to undress, Christine.”  I unzipped Emma’s mini-skirt and put it aside. Then I pushed the thin straps of her blouse off her shoulders and lifted it over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra because there wasn’t much development yet in her chest area. Her tiny lacey panties were all that remained.

I slowly put my thumbs in the waistband and edged them slowly down. From experience I knew our customers enjoyed this part of the show. To them there was nothing more erotic than a mother undressing her daughter for their own perverted use. When her panties were just below her knees I helped her stepped out of them and placed them to the side. Emma stood completely naked on the podium before Annabel.  I looked her squarely in the eyes and asked, “How do you want her?” I tried to put as much meaning into the words as I could.

She joined me on the podium and put her hands on Emma’s waist.  “Emma, sweetheart, if you lean against the cross you should be able to reach the horizontal bar with your hands and hold onto it as though your hands were tied there. She placed her hands where she wanted them and let her hand slide down Emma’s arm before going around behind her. She controlled her by taking her hips in both her hands. “I’d like a bit of an “S” shape to the pose, the way it is in the painting. Put your legs together and slightly bend them at the knees as if they are tied. You can also rest your head on your right arm.”  Annabel then stepped down from the podium and stood looking at Emma with a smile of satisfaction. In the large mirror facing her from the side I could watch my little girl hold the pose. Everything was on show – just as I wanted. “Oh yes, she looks really lovely. I hope I can do her justice,” Annabel said.  She picked up the easel with the paper on it and placed it in front of the podium. I watched her as she worked swiftly in pastel sketching the main elements of the pose. I was absolutely thrilled just standing there knowing she was looking at every intimate part of Emma’s nude body.

She worked in silence for some 15 minutes and then asked, “Are you warm enough, sweetheart? I put the heating on well before you arrived. There’s nothing worse for a model than being cold but I can’t keep it too warm in here because it will dry out my paints too soon.”  “I’m a little cold,” Emma replied without breaking her pose and judging by the look of her hard little nipples I think she was right.  “Maybe we should take her temperature before I turn up the heat,” Annabel suggested. “I can’t make it much warmer than it already is.”  It had me puzzled but not for long. From somewhere she produced a large thermometer and stepped behind Emma. “I’m going to insert this inside your bottom, Emma, so don’t move. It will help us tell if you’re getting cold and it won’t interrupt your pose.”  From looking at the mirror and at Emma’s wincing face I could tell she was pushing the thing inside her anus. It went in slowly but but deliberately and she was relentless in her pursuit until the thermometer entered all the way inside my little girl.

It left me somewhat irked even though I admired her ingenuity at the same time. No, it wasn’t so much concern for Emma’s well being. She’s been through hands of many perverts before to know what was expected and required of her. I was more concerned about the fee I asked for because it certainly didn’t entail any bodily insertions. Such liberties required at least 20% on top of the original fee. At least 20%!  “Annabel… um.. That was very thoughtful of you,” I began my already well practised monologue, “But we never mentioned.. er.. penetrations or insertions when we talked about the modelling fee. You see, it’s very delightful you would go to such length to take care of Emma, but I think I must ask for additional compensation if such actions will be practised on her.”  Annabel blushed for a second, then said, “I’m really sorry, Christine.

I was only worried that she would get too cold. You know how children are. They get sick so easily. But don’t worry about money. I will pay for your trouble double if that’s what it takes to paint this little angel.”  With that settled I relaxed again and continued to enjoy the view. After a further five minutes Emma said the muscles in her arms begin to ache slightly. Another five minutes and she began making sad faces at us and said and they were getting even worse. Annabel must have sensed this. “Would you like a break, sweetheart? Your arms must be quite tired by now.”  “Yes, they are a bit,” she replied.  Annabel smiled and took hold of her left arm. “Oh yes, your arm is getting a bit cold. Let me warm it for you.”  She started at the top of her shoulder and ran her hands around in little circles right down the arm to Emma’s hand.

Then she did a series of swift brushing movements up and down the arm. When she started on Emma’s other arm she made sure to keep it quite near to her side so that as she moved her hands up and down they brushed the side of Emma’s chest.  I’m sure she enjoyed the sensation as much as Emma did. Even I did just by watching them from the sideline. Then I saw Annabel give me the faintest of smiles as she went behind Emma. She placed her strong hands on the tops of both little girl’s arms and again circled her hands around right down her arms, this time lightly brushing both her tiny breasts with her fingertips as she did so.  In the mirror I could see her knee pushing against Emma’s bottom, pushing the thermometer even deeper inside her. Her hands were on Emma’s hips, fingers pointing downwards.

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Then she slid her thumbs around the front of the child’s hips and deliberately held her in a firm grip. Emma’s eyes were closed and I heard a quiet whimper coming from her lips.  “How’s that? Are your arms better now?”  Emma’s voice was weak and quiet as she replied, “They are fine now. Thank you.”  “You really seem to have a magic touch.” I wanted her to know that her involvement with the model was approved by me. Then an idea suddenly occurred to me.  “Annabel, I wonder whether her arms would ache less if you actually tied them to the cross? She wouldn’t have to grip and hold anything.”  Annabel held her chin in her hands for a few moments as she considered this. “That’s an excellent idea Christine. Now why didn’t I think of that? I can see you’re not just a concerned mother; you have ideas as well.”  Oh, I had ideas all right. I was just hoping she’d be able to share them.  She went over to the cupboard and returned to Emma with a length of thin blue rope. “Now, don’t be afraid, sweetheart.

No one is going to hurt you. This will only help you hold your position for longer without becoming tired.” First she tied her wrists firmly to the horizontal cross bar so her hands were outstretched in a common crucifixion pose. Gripping her legs she placed them at the foot of the cross and tied her ankles with another piece of rope. Then she guided her upper body into an arch that together with her slightly bent knees formed ‘S’.  “How’s that?” she smiled and Emma nodded her approval.  Annabel went back to her easel. “How long do you take to complete a life drawing?” I asked.  “Generally about an hour-and-a-half to two hours,” she replied. “Any background work I can complete in the studio without the model.”  Again she worked swiftly for a while but then her movements became less sweeping and smaller.

I realised that she must be putting in some detail. Thirty minutes later Emma’s arms were fine but her leg bearing most of her weight were starting to feel the strain.  “Another break?” asked Annabel, once again wiping her hands. Emma readily agreed.  “How are your arms now?”  “My arms seem OK,” she replied. “It’s my legs that are beginning to ache now.”  Once more Annabel joined her on the podium. Without a word she knelt down in front of her and gripped her left leg, just above her ankle, between both her hands and started the circling movements just as she had done before with Emma’s arms. Slowly she made her way up the leg. When she got to her knee she ran her fingers deeply into the muscles behind it.  “That feels good,” Emma whispered feeling the hands run up her legs. Annabel continued up her thigh and increased the kneading of her muscles. Soon she was almost up to the child’s little pussy and I think I saw her fingers brush against the bottom of her vulva.

She repeated all this with Emma’s other leg, then brushed her hands swiftly up her legs occasionally making firm contact with Emma’s pussy as she did so. Then suddenly she stepped away and said, “Oh dear. We forgot about that thermometer up in your bottom. Let me take it out for you now.”  Of course, I thought. I forgot all about it myself. It was incredible Emma haven’t complained all this time. Perhaps she like the feeling. It’s not the first time someone inserted something in her anus. Such things were required part of modelling from time to time and she was taught that every proper model has to follow directions of people who hire her.  As Annabel knelt behind the little girl I stepped closer to see the extraction of the instrument. It was a slow process accompanied only by Emma’s trembling sighs until eventually the long glass tube was held free in Annabel’s hand.  “Quite long, wasn’t it?” She asked looking at me.  “Long and hard,” I agreed looking proud of what my daughter was capable to take inside her. “Perhaps she could help you clean it up now?”  “What do you mean?” Annabel looked at me genuinely confused.  “Here, let me show you,” I took the thermometer from her hand and approached Emma.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart.”  “But mum…!”  “No arguing, Emma. You know what you must do to be a proper little model, don’t you? Be nice and do what people tell you. Now open your mouth as I asked you to.” Reluctantly she parted her full lips coated in lip gloss and looked at me with her big sad eyes as I slowly sank the the thermometer between them and along her tongue, deep inside her oral cavity until it touched the back of her throat. “Now suck on it, nice and slow.”  “I never thought you’d be so… adventurous,” Annabel’s words came behind me while we both watched Emma working her little mouth on the thermometer that only recently was buried deep inside her rectum.  “I’ve learned over time what our customers like to see.”  “I see…” she said as if hypnotised by thermometer going in and out of Emma’s sucking lips.  “Of course,” I added, “Performances like this one are charged at special rate.”  “Yes… I can see why…” Annabel breathed behind my shoulder while her hand furiously worked between her thighs.  —

We went into the third session. Emma was feeling better after a short rest and a drink of coke to wash out the taste of her own… Well, you get the picture.  “I must say you are an excellent model,” stated Annabel for a hundredth time. “Not only just to look at, but you hold the pose so well. You are more than a model. You’re a performer, you’re very talented.”  By the end of that session I was beginning to think she wanted to nominate her for Oscars.  “We’ll have another break now,” she announced. “Would you like a cookie to give you back the energy?”  “I’d love one,” Emma replied.  “Chocolate or plain?”  “Chocolate please.”  Annabel went over to the shelves near the wall and picked up a packet of cookies. When she returned she untied Emma’s hands. “I expect you’re beginning to ache everywhere by now, sweetheart,” she said. Emma agreed and stretched her arms high above her head. She stood on tiptoe and wiggled her hips from side to side. Annabel took in every movement the little girl made with what seemed like appreciation.

Then she went over to the cupboard and returned with a bottle of baby oil. “Lie down on the edge of the podium and I’ll give you a quick massage.” Emma needed no second bidding. She was lying on her tummy in a flash.  Annabel poured out some baby oil on her hands, rubbed them together and then started kneading the muscles on the tops of Emma’s shoulders. It must have been relaxing for her after being tied to the cross for so long and it helped the tension ebb away. Annabel’s firm hands moved down the child’s back. She spread her fingers and worked both thumbs up her spine, then her hands moved around to her sides as though taking her little body in a firm hold.  From where I sat near the podium, enjoying my role of a voyeur, I could see her fingers probing Emma’s ribs as she worked her way down to her waist then around her hips circling under her bottom and up the cleavage between.

There was a pause. She spread her right hand flat on Emma’s little bubble bottom and swiftly moved them sideways in both directions.  The wiggling effect was fantastic to watch; it was as though she was applying an electric shock between the child’s legs and I knew she was deliberately trying to turn her on. She was succeeding too! Her fingertips brushed the lips of Emma’s vulva as she moulded her inner thighs and then right down to her little feet which she plied with her strong fingers.  At that point I decided to give them a little room. I said I needed to go to bathroom and it was partially true because I wanted to bring myself off after so much accumulated eroticism in a relatively short time. For a few minutes I was finally alone and I had time to reflect at the things I’ve put my daughter through and it made me horny more than I like to admit. My imagination took over again as I saw her alone in the room being humiliated and molested by Annabel who by now had clear idea of how far she is allowed to take things with Emma.

If that made me a bad mother then I had nothing to say in my defence. I simply enjoyed seeing my daughter used in sexual ways by complete strangers. It was made even sweeter by knowing that allowing people to molest Emma provided us with money to live on quite comfortably.  Returning from my short intermission, I decided to do a little spying. I hid behind the wall next to the studio door and peered behind the corner. Emma was still lying on her tummy but not for much longer. “Now, turn over and I’ll finish you off.” Annabel whispered in her ear and Emma instantly obeyed. Again she poured baby oil on her hands and rubbed them together. She started to work quite gently on the muscles on the sides of her neck quite near her ears, the same circling movements that I saw spur such pleasure in her.  Then she massaged the top of Emma chest with left to right movements and tapping movements with her fingers leaving sleek, oily trails all over her soft glowing skin.

She moved her hands right across to the edges of little girl’s chest and down her ribs to her slim waist. Annabel touched her wrists together as her hands flattened out on Emma’s upper tummy and then pushed upwards covering her budding breasts which she kneaded in strokes upwards and outwards. I watched as she pinched her tiny nipples between two fingers and squeezed them hard until Emma winced in pain. After she released hem they stood hard and erected like two little soldiers.  My feelings of recent sexual gratification were nothing compared to the effect I felt by the next move Annabel made on Emma’s defenceless little body. After twice circling her tummy, she touched her thumbs together and, with considerable pressure, moved her hands down over her smooth pubic area, down over her opening vulva and onto her thighs.

After taking hold of Emma’s ankles and deliberately moving them further apart, she continued up her legs making great play between her open thighs. Watching this from my hideout even I could feel Emma’s pangs of pleasure shooting from her crotch to every part of her body. It was obvious Emma was becoming sexually aroused. I’ve never seen anyone being so intense with her before. Sure, others took advantage of her before; they licked her and prodded her, fingered her, pinched, spanked and slapped her. They rubbed her, they rubbed against her, they gagged her, tied her, abused her and cummed on her. But no one has been so sensual with her before. No one made her feel as good as it felt for them.  Annabel then bent over her and kissed her lightly on the tummy. “How do you feel now, sweetheart?”  Emma arched her back and stretched her arms above her head. “I’m feeling kind of sexy.” she answered quite shamelessly.  “Good!” Annabel retorted. “I’m going to put the finishing touches to my painting now, and I want you to look like a really sexy slave.” She handed her a cookie and as she ate it, Annabel just sat and looked at her hardly saying a word but deeply conscious of her growing love for the little girl.

Right then I decided it was a good time to come out of my hiding place and return to the studio. Annabel blushed a little when she saw me back and we both smiled at each other. “How are you two doing?” I asked to break the ice.  “We’ve been getting to know each other, haven’t we Emma? But now it’s time to finish what we started.” Annabel returned the cookies to their place and then went back to the podium. “Right, slave, let’s tie you up again,” she said smiling.  Emma looked directly up into her face. “Yes please,” she said and Annabel playfully kissed her on the forehead before proceeding to tie the little girl to the cross. It was while she was doing this that I once again looked closer at Emma’s pussy and saw her vaginal lips swollen and thrusting out from between her legs. I could also see a glint of moisture on them. It was fascinating to watch her remain in this state of high arousal until eventually Annabel announced “I think that’s it. I’ve finished.” She wiped her hands again and stood back from the easel to regard her work.

She came over to Emma and untied her hands. “Would you like to see my naked slave girl painting?”  “Yes! I’d love to!” She clapped her hands in delight.  She hurried over and reached it before me and Annabel. She stood in front of the easel and gazed in admiration. “Wow! I’m pretty.” Although it had a photographic quality that revealed every detail, it was also painterly to the eye. “That is really astonishing.” I said when I saw it. “What do you think of it Annabel?”  She came around the easel and stood behind me looking over my shoulder. “Frankly I think it’s the best figure drawing I’ve done so far. Your little girl really inspired me, Christine.”  “That is what I’d call a really sexy slave girl.” I gave a little laugh.  “I’d say it’s a really sexually aroused little slave girl,” Annabel replied. “Do you approve?”  I moved slightly closer and rested my hands on Emma’s waist. “Oh yes, I certainly do approve. I approve utterly.” I moved my hands across her slim little tummy and my fingers touched.  “Then that makes us unanimous.”

I moved behind Emma and took hold of her hands in firm hold behind her back which arched her back and pushed her chest forward. “We’re going to play slave girl with you now. You’ll like it, you’ll see,” I tried to reassure her. Annabel moved her hands upwards over Emma’s bud-like breasts and held them cupped in palms of her hands. Once again she held two prepubescent nipples between her strong fingers and squeezed. Emma moaned either from pain in her nipples or pleasure in her pussy and arched her back deliberately, pushing her breasts even firmer into Annabel’s punishing hands. Annabel alternately squeezed and released the nipples. Realising the extent of Emma sexual enjoyment, I reached between her legs with one hand. I moved swiftly and cupped her bold and swollen little vulva. With two fingers I traced small circles between the open wet lips of my child’s vagina who gasped in ecstasy and moved her head back to rest on her shoulder and face her other assailant who was still torturing her painful nipples.

I watched as Annabel’s head moved closer to seek out Emma’s parted lips and they kissed their first lovers’ kiss.  I released Emma from my restraining hold as Annabel greedily embraced the little girl. She put her arms around her back while Emma tried to hold for dear life with her arms around her lover’s neck. She was pulled down onto Annabel’s mouth and their tongues danced an electrified erotic dance, twisting and twirling like sexual dervishes.  Then Annabel broke away from her grasp, put one hand behind Emma’s waist and the other behind her knees and lifted her up gently into her arms. She carried Emma over to the podium and sat her on one corner.  “Lie down,” she ordered as she looked down at her little lover and started to unbutton her own smock. Within seconds she flung it to the side and I saw she was completely naked underneath.

She had a firm body and bust with muscles which showed rather more than the average woman. I was impressed.  She knelt down between my daughter’s ankles near the corner of the podium and their warm bodies met as she moved up to kiss her. Again their tongues intertwined urgently and they both gasped as the erotic tides swept through their bodies. Annabel moved down to Emma’s tiny breasts and her lips sought out her nipple. Her mouth encompassed the entire golf-sized breast as she sucked in the flesh while poor little Emma who was on verge of her first sexual peak groaned and panted.  After giving her other breast the same treatment she moved downward with her tongue in little licking motions. When she arrived at Emma’s navel her tongue moved round in quick circles as she licked her naked skin. Then she held her mouth close as she blew on the moist patch. The result was incredible and I watched Emma’s head move from side to side in sheer ecstasy. I didn’t know how much more of this she could stand.

As Annabel’s mouth moved lower over the little girl’s smooth pubic area, her kissing and licking took on a new urgency and then her thick strong tongue drew a line right down over the child’s wide open labia. I felt as though my groin was on fire as I watched my fantasy unravel before my eyes. She continued to press her lips all around the area, even going as far as bathing Emma’s pink little anus with her tongue. She then put the tip of her tongue between the lips of Emma’s vagina and made rapid movements with it from side to side as it moved upwards. I saw how Emma’s back arched and her little legs spread ever wider. This woman was doing magic things to her little slave girl..  Next she took Emma’s enlarged sexual lips right inside her mouth in a passionate kiss. Her tongue darted inside her, then back out. In again, then out and so she kept going finally ending up inside Emma whose juice by now was pouring out of her and who was almost beside herself.

Then Annabel suddenly pounced on the child’s clitoris and took it into her mouth where she continued to suck it and bite it and move her tongue around it. Finally she used just the tip of her tongue and licked her little abused clitoris at an amazing speed and, as she did so, it seemed as though something exploded inside Emma and I watched as the juice shoot out and run down between her legs. She was panting almost uncontrollably and her chest was heaving as she realised that she has experienced her first ever orgasm.  Until now Emma’s customers were all men. They enjoyed using her small body for their own gratification but rarely gave anything in return. I never realised it could be like this with a woman and I was determined from now to seek out more female customers for Emma.  I came closer to Emma and held her protectively in my arms. She was hot and sweaty but smiled when she saw me. Gradually her breathing returned to normal and then I looked Annabel in the face. She was panting slightly too.

I wondered if she also had had an orgasm too.  I smoothed my baby’s hair and the side of her face with my hands. “You were wonderful model today, darling.”  “Thank you, sweetheart. That was wonderful.” Annabel joined me in caressing the tired little girl.  Emma smiled proud of her achievement. She let her nude body rest on ours and it rekindled our desires once again. I lifted my legs and coiled them around Emma’s body, crossing my ankles and holding her close. Annabel did the same from the other side. Effectively we encircled the child between our spread open thighs. We moved her small naked body rhythmically between our legs, rubbing her shamelessly against our open vaginas. It was happening again. We clasped her close in our arms, spread our legs wide open and wrapped our arms firmly around her. I arched my back and pushed my hips hard against my own little girl and Annabel did the same.  “Lets take her again, Annabel!” I pleaded. “After all, she’s our naked little slave girl.”  – It was your typical London gallery opening.

The din of humanity clashed and echoed against the hard white surfaces and the art jumped off the walls in a Munch silent scream. I had been in and out of London art scene not because of my great love of art but because it was the place where I could easily find new clients and promote my daughter’s modeling career. After Emma’s session with Annabel, things were looking better than ever. Thanks to Annabel’s contacts in art world, Emma was receiving more offers than ever before and not only for sleazy child erotica web sites and private photo collections but genuine artistic work with renown British and international artists. Although the money was always better when nudity or sex was involved, I was also happy to see Emma become a muse for artists who used her body to pursue their artistic visions.  I enjoyed walking around the gallery, hand in hand with Emma, wile heads turned in our directions and people’s eyes followed us in a silent awe. I presumed it was because of the way I dressed my daughter. Slutty would be an understatement.

She wore shortest, tiniest skirt I could find. It offered tantalising glimpses of her little round bottom and a thong buried somewhere between her cheeks. Her legs were bare and she wore a pair of high heels that arched her feet in a permanent tiptoe position. The top she wore was a thin white shirt, transparent enough to show impressions of her two perky pink nipples. I wasn’t embarrassed by openly advertising my daughter’s sexiness and I don’t think she was bothered by it either. In fact, I felt people watching us felt more embarrassed by their reactions to what they saw then me or Emma were.  Most guests were aghast at the sight of Emma’s erotic display. Some pretended to look away while others gawked with their mouths open. Then there were those who openly smiled at her and shamelessly undressed her with their eyes. They were the ones I was mostly interested in and among them I tried to pick those who looked like they could afford hiring an exclusive little child model for a few hours of artistic indulgence.

I didn’t need poor art students who couldn’t afford their next meal, nor bashful art merchants with their calculating middle class morals. I wanted true artists types with penchant for illicit, tendency for self destruction and money to burn.  I was scanning the large space for the fourteenth time, wine goblet tipped to my palette when I saw her over the rim of my glass. She entered the gallery with a flourish and my attention was riveted by her sudden presence and purpose. She strode confidently, cutting a swift arc through the gallery crowd and up to the owner, whom she embraced as an old friend. Annabel was right. I was drawn to her immediately.  Now London has way more than its share of talented women. They’re everywhere; on every street corner and in every neighborhood. One gets inured to the preponderance of artists after awhile and begins to accept it as commonplace. After meeting Annabel, I became intrigued every time I saw a beautiful and talented woman. It’s some sort of unspoken vibe or pose that sets certain women apart.

Perhaps it’s their confident demeanor or otherworldly allure. I’ve never been able to put my finger on it, really. But certain women attract me at a visceral level that transcends good looks. Granted, I was after anyone with money who could afford to hire my 10-year-old daughter as a model, but if Annabel had taught me anything, it was that women are far superior choices when it comes to hiring an erotic artist for your child’s modeling work.  She was tall and her demeanor obviously lesbian. Her high heeled boots added a couple of inches to her long lithe frame. Her long wavy hair was brown and parted to the side. It came below her shoulders and bounced lusciously as she walked. Her face was strong and intense with deep set brown eyes and well defined bone structure. She was beautiful in a sort of Germanic way. Her skin was pale and glowed with a smooth luminescent quality.  Annabel said her name was Susan, a talented photographer specialising in erotic photography.

Most of her work is sold to private collectors and prestigious galleries. She came recommended as someone who would be interested in hiring Emma for a little private photo session. There were chances of even more lucrative deal if it was later sold to Russian and Japanese clients.  I watched her move and stand with the grace of a dancer. She engaged Leo, the owner of the gallery, in an intense exchange, with hands on her hips and her proud butt protruding at a judicious angle. The thin silk hugged her tight little ass, then flared loosely to just above her knees. It was hard believing that someone successful and talented like her would be engaged in a shady world of child erotica.  I felt her seductive force as I orbited the room with Emma by my side. Emma knew why we were here. She enjoyed her recent experience with Annabel and if she had a choice between modeling for men or women, I’m pretty sure she would pick a woman again. I looked down at her drinking her apple juice and smiled.

She looked deliciously innocent, like a perfect little porn star. As we neared closer to Susan, her eyes caught Emma in her sight and for a moment she seemed transfixed. I could only imagine what was going through her mind as she followed the half-naked child walking ever closer in her direction.  “You must be Susan Sanders,” I said and offered a hand.  Susan smiled in a sultry way and shook my hand with slender but powerful grip. Her skin was warm and her hand lingered just a second too long after our handshake.  “Let me guess… Christine. And this must be little Emma. Am I right?”  “So Annabel must have already told you about us?”  “Just yesterday. We talked on the phone. She said you’re trying to find some modeling work for Emma. Have you seen my photography work yet?”  “Can’t say that I have, but I love photography,” I said, pretending I knew nothing about her.  “Some people would say it’s inappropriate for Emma’s tender age. On the other hand, maybe not.

I don’t know where you stand on this but I don’t have any problem hiring her as a model. There are always people who are willing to pay for something more… taboo.” She smiled and blundered ahead. “I couldn’t help but notice your entrance before. Emma is quite a little stunner, if you don’t mind me being blunt. And honest,” she added.  “Of course not. She receives compliments all the time. People find her quite fascinating to work with.”  Standing now closer to her I had a better look at her. Sometimes the beauty of a woman from afar doesn’t hold up on closer inspection. Susan was quite the opposite. Once I was within her sphere, talking to her at close range, I was drawn to her strong physical presence and intoxicating eyes. She was even more beautiful and alluring from her inner orbit.  I found out she was a former ballerina, turned model, turned artist. Once the general introductions were out of the way and we became more familiar with each other’s interests, we talked about her art.

She said while portrait photography is her bread and butter, and has always paid the bills, black and white art photography is still what sustains her and brings her the most pleasure and joy.  I was careful not to take up too much of her time. But as we parted company, I gave her my telephone number and told her to call me if she finds time to do a photo session with Emma. She smiled and said what a pleasure it had been meeting me and especially Emma, then turned and walked away. I watched her perfect, wiggling little butt fade into the crowd and sighed. I figured that was the end of the story: a pleasant conversation and inconclusive promise of a possible but undecided modeling offer. We left a little while later and headed back home.

So it was with surprise that I picked up the phone a few days later and Susan was on the other end.  “Hi Christine. I hope I’m not bothering you. Listen, I was thinking about your offer this afternoon and… well, I have a proposition for you.”  I was pretty ecstatic but didn’t want to rush her, so I waited for her to continue.  “I’m working on a project right now and I need a model about Emma’s age.”  “Susan, we’d be happy to help. If you need Emma for a shot, it would be my privilege.” My heart was racing with the fact that this talented young woman was reaching out and asking me to bring her my daughter for a modeling session. Little did I know, at that moment, what was in store for us.  “Well, thank you. But photography is not exactly the final product this time. Let me explain. I have a client who’s working on a new collection right now that centers on children’s bodies.

Basically she makes sculptures that are loosely based on the contours of the body, in an abstract and exaggerated scale. And what she needs is… well, this a little embarrassing, but… what she needs is detailed photographs of a child’s body. Up close. Black and white, preferably.” There was a pause. “Think of them as artistic or erotic nudes.”  I caught my breath and hoped she hadn’t heard. I did my best to maintain my composure. She continued.  “She asked me to provide her with photographs she needs to make the sculptures. Her intent is to use these photographs as bases for her sculpture project; sculptures based on child’s body, but at such a scale and dimension that the true inspiration will be somewhat difficult, but not impossible, to detect. Does that make sense?”  “Yes, it does. And it’s an honor to be asked. But I have to say, that’s not the kind of photography Emma usually does.

I mean, there are probably a lot of talented models that are more skilled and experienced with this sort of thing. Emma’s done virtually no nude photography, to be quite blunt.”  What the hell was I doing? Trying to talk her out of it? The idea was to play the game in order to boost the price but I think I might have taken it too far. I waited for a reply.  “Well, actually, that’s why I want to photograph Emma. First, I saw how talented she is; how alluring and, forgive me for saying this… how sexy she is for her age. Secondly, I don’t want someone who has preconceived ideas on erotic modeling. And, finally, I want you to be involved with your daughter in directing the shoot and figured that we’d find a nice balance in terms of finding out how to get out of the shoot what I want.”  It was hard to argue with logic like that. I heaved a silent sigh of relief and acquiesced to her request.

“I know it probably doesn’t matter very much, but the client is very wealthy and she is offering a substantial compensation for modelling work plus travel expenses.”  “That sounds wonderful. Thank you. So do you have a studio that might work for this project?”  “I do. My studio is in Hampstead and has a large north facing bay window filled with a mattress covered window seat. And I have props, chairs, a bed, a table that can be used in creative ways. I’m sure we can figure it out.”  “Do you have a macro lens?” I asked.  “I do. And a very good one at that.”  I could almost hear her smile through the telephone. We talked logistics and made a date to meet the following Thursday in the early afternoon.

I hung up the phone in a daze. I could not believe that Emma would be photographed by this lovely woman in her studio, nude and in close up. It was too much to process and I let the whole idea percolate over the next few days as we went about our normal business.  —  While waiting for Emma’s scheduled photo session, I researched Susan’s work on the Internet. She had done mostly erotic photography over the years, and while there was also some interest in nature photography, it had been a large percentage of her body of work. In her own words, she figured that her skills in working with people and their bodies would come in handy. And certainly from what I have seen of her work, her familiarity with the light in her studio would go a long way in creating a perfect atmosphere for the type of shoot she seemed to want.

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Hi Friends, Reading true stories and sharing your own stories which were hidden somewhere in your dark room within is a fun and that is when I thought sharing my first sexual encounter with you all.

Please post your comments or feel free to contact me via email, I will be waiting so that I can post more of my experiences.

I am from Pune, working as a manager with an MNC and this incident happened when I was in 10th standard. It was long back when I tasted first experience of sex and memories are still afresh in my mind.

I used to stay in a small flat with my parents and I was given the room with an attached balcony so that I can read well with fresh air with just opening the door. I used to love that room as I always had a freeness of smoking or masturbating without any disturbance. My mother and father were working and after coming from school at about 1 in the afternoon, I used to watch porn and wonder around in the house nude most of the times. Looking myself in the mirror with no clothes was one of my favorite things to do and I used to feel excited looking at the changing size of my hanging penis  From a limb penis to a hard pole, it was a kind of magic to me.

To the opposite side of the balcony was an alike flat where a family used to stay, there were five members in that family  mother, father, two sisters and one brother. The girl which I am talking about was the youngest of them all however was quite elder to me as at the same time when I was in 10th standard, she was preparing for her doctorate  there was an age difference of 10 years at least.  Her name was Hina (Name changed). She was fairly good looking girl however as of the age difference, I used to call her Didi and we casually used to chat and our relationship with that family was very limited.

I used to notice her as her body always used to attract me, nothing else but because she was the only one who was a frequent visitor in their balcony and I used to get her glimpse very often. She had a nice figure, not perfect but well built. I used to think of her sometimes as her undergarments use to be in front of my most of the times after she used to dry them in the sun. Most of her panties were floral and bras were white or black in color.

I also noticed that the family was very conservative and the girls were not allowed to freely roam outside and were limited to do family work with no entertainment or parties. We often used to say ‘Hi& or ‘Hello& when our eyes used to meet on the balcony and we never went ahead of that as of the age difference.

One fine day, I was out to buy some bread and eggs when I saw her on the shop. I just said Hello Didi& and she smiled back.
How are you?& She asked. I am good. How are you doing?& I was happy to see her fresh face so close to me.

I always see you studying, preparing for some exam?& She was not in a hurry to move ahead. Not really, as I am alone most of the time so there is nothing else I have to kill time&, I reverted.

Why don&t you go out with your friends? Have fun this is the age you can cherish&, she was still smiling. I don&t have many friends and most of them are out of station as of summer vacations&, I was still trying to gauge her.

You can talk to me over the phone. I am also alone most of the times in my room. I also need someone to speak with, I am not allowed to go outside and that is why it suffocates sometimes&, she said with a sad face.

Yes, that is a good idea. Give me your number&, I took her number. But don&t call till I give a signal. If anyone comes to know in my house, they will kill me&. She looked worried for the first time in the entire conversation. I promised her that and we went. I noticed she was very cautious while going back as if was making sure no one noticed her talking to me. I was happy for no reason and eagerly waited for her balcony door to open and finally after waiting for long hour and half, it opened. And there she was in a purple suit. She looked like just out of bathroom as her hair were wet and open. She smiled and I returned the smile and waived my hand. She signaled to call her and I dialed the number (Landline, keeping a mobile phone was freaking costly that time). She was standing just next to the extension in her room and she picked up almost instantly.

We spoke for good two hours and became good friends. I kept on calling her Didi and she was ok with that, which pinched me as I expected her to stop me from calling Didi. She sounded so perfect over the phone as if she had the sweetest of the voice. Over a period of time, we started getting used to each other. When I realize it now, it was nothing else but a need for both of us being a human being  you need someone to speak with and we were the only available options for each other that time. We used to look at each other while talking to each other and that was adding fun. You like printed underwears?& she asked all of a sudden over the phone and I almost jumped at my place.

Why are you asking that?& I asked sheepishly. As I always see printed briefs drying under the sun in your balcony, now its not your Dad&s right?& she laughed. You also like printed panties&, I gave it back and she laughed aloud. Naughty guy, you look at my undergarments&, she acted as if she is angry. I just saw after you saw mine&, I was happy to finally for the fact that she was opening up. You like my choice&, she did not try to change the topic. Yes, I wonder how you will look in those but I think heart throbbing&, I decided to move ahead for a chance. Shut up&, she laughed. Do you have a boy friend?& I asked. Do you think I can have one in such an environment where I am not even allowed to move out for an hour&, she said with a sad face. Ya, I feel bad for you. For a beautiful girl like you any guy will die for&, I boosted her.

I think even you don&t have a girl friend. I always see you at home&, She inquired. Yes, even I am alone like you. Lets be each other&s boyfriend and girlfriend&, I said in a tone of being kiddish. I am so older to you, how can that happen?& she was curious. Who is saying to get married, lets be a couple till you get married&, I looked into her eyes and she was smiling. Whats the use, we can only talk and cant meet&, she said.   But at least we can see each other all the time and we can always talk looking at each other. It will be happy moment for both of us. Do you want me to propose you&, I made my tone serious. She didn&t say anything but kept at staring at me.

I like you Hina&, I finally said. I like you too&, she smiled and with a shy face. We started that day and within a day I asked her for a kiss on the phone which she gave without any hesitation. We started speaking freely and I was curious to start vulgar discussion for a chance to see her naked body through the open door of balcony as our rooms were just opposite to each other&s. Have you seen a hot movie Hina?& I asked her one afternoon. No, but I have heard that they are very dirty&, she said. Want to see one?& I asked. How will that be possible?& she asked and looked curious. I will play it on my television and will turn the television towards you, so that you can see.

I will have to mute the volume though&, I suggested and she jumped in joy. I played the hottest movie from my collection and turned the tv towards her. She was looking at the television screen and I was reading her face. From white, her face turned red and her expressions also changed from being curious to being hit by arousal. For about half an hour, she kept looking at the movie and we looked at each other after it was finished. I called her back after she signaled. How was the action?& I asked her. Oh freak, it was too much. I didn&t know that a man&s organ is so big. I always thought it would be as big as middle finger&, she proved she was virgin like me. No it is normally 6  7 inches after it is excited&, I was happy finally she was talking sex. What is your size?& she asked and winked.

Want to see? I can do that favor to you&, I winked back. She just nodded her head in affirmation and I removed my tshirt and pant in no time and stood in front of her in my printed underwear with a huge bulge. She looked at me like she was spell casted. Remove that as well&, I heard her voice from the receiver of the telephone. I want to see you as well&, I said in a tone full of sensuality. What?& she said. Atleast show me your boobs&, I pleaded. She slowly got up and locked her room from inside. Sat on the bed and opened buttons of her kurta.

My heart started to pound like anything and finally she lowered her kurta and her boobs popped out of her bra. She left them hanging and I saw a pair for the first time. They looked so soft and inviting, Big brown areolas and stiff nipples make my bulge bigger and finally with her looking at me, I also removed my last cloth and my penis sprang out, and it dipped the precum which reached my  thighs. Her eyes were wide open and were stuck at my penis which stood hard looking at her with drops of precum falling on my legs and the floor. She looked in my eyes but was not shy. Look at it&, I whispered in the telephone and she looked at my penis again. I removed the skin of the stiff penis and pink top was visible, I stretched the skin back till the enire pink shaft was visible and I could see her red face. &ldquo  ;Do you want it darling?& I asked her.

Yes&, she replied. Show me your choot&, I said shamelessly which was much required that time. She stood up from her place and removed her salwar and without me pleading anymore her panty was also down on the floor and I saw a bushy triangle between her thighs. I could not see the pussy lips even. Have you never shaved?& I asked but made sure not to sound sarcastic. No, I have never done that&, she said and looked at my well shaved shaft. Spread your pussy lips. I want to see the wet pink hole&, I requested and she obeyed instantly. With two fingers she opened the pussy lips and I saw the pink flash inside which looked throbbing. Liked it& I heard her voice. Yes&, I said. I want to fuck you Hine.

I want your choot. Do you like my Lund?& I asked. Yes, but will it go inside me. It looks so big. What is the size?& she asked me. I opened the drawer of the table and took out the small plastic scale. Placed my erect penis on that and it was slightly more than the scale. 6.5 inches at least&, she said. Yes, don&t worry. I will fuck you with a condom on&, I just wanted to make sure that she is not scared of anything. Do you have a candle?& I asked her. Why?& she asked. Please get one now without any question&, I almost ordered and she obeyed. With a little of search she was able to find a candle which was long but not thick. Put it in your choot thinking it is my lund&, I said and she obeyed.

I could hear her moans and I also started to thurst my lund myself. It was a great fun masturbating in front of a girl doing the same for you. She came first and I also came on the floor, she was amazed to see the semen coming out of the lund. It became a regular practice, I got a chance to fuck her as well. But that happened only once as it was hard for her to get out of her house. I will share that experience after a go ahead from you guys. If you liked this story, I will post the fucking part soon. Any girl, ladies (Any age Group) in PUNE – please feel free to contact me for strings free, confidential guaranteed relationship. I expect and commit CONFIDENCE as I also hold a respectful position in the society. I am a sex hungry Man, will be waiting.

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Rent my daughter Part 3


I went through the next week with gathering anticipation as to where this would all lead Emma and me.  Thursday afternoon arrived and in my usual way, I did my best making Emma presentable. I’ve became more skilled over time in dressing her to accentuate her erotic appeal. Mostly it is little details that make the difference such as trace of perfume between her legs or a touch of lip gloss. Her wardrobe also consisted mostly of imported, custom made items that would make even a porn star blush. Sometimes I felt guilty of trying to overexpose her charms to piercing eyes of complete strangers, but today I wanted Susan’s first impression to be a good one. I arranged Emma’s hair in two long pigtails which paired with her favorite sunglasses made her look like an archetypal Lolita. I didn’t want to admit it, but I was incredibly nervous about our impending visit and unsure as to whether I had misinterpreted Susan’s signals.  We arrived to Susan’s studio on time and she buzzed us in.

We walked in and she opened the door as we came up the last run of stairs.  “I was expecting you,” she smiled broadly. “You both look wonderful.”  “Thank you, Susan.” I smiled under my breath when I saw her placed her hand gently on Emma’s perky bottom as she led her into the inner sanctum. Once inside, she waved her hands as she presented her skylit bay and various props. I nodded my approval and looked her straight in the eye.  “This is perfect, Susan. I love your studio. It’s simply beautiful.”  “Would you mind if I put on some soft music?” She queried.  “That would be nice,” I said over her shoulder as I looked at the paintings and photographs on her walls. I felt embarrassed and ashamed for my nervousness, but bridled with the sheer thought of what was to come. By looking at Emma, I think she felt excited too. Her cheeks were flushed and she kept biting her lower lip.

I intentionally didn’t reveal any details to her to make her even more excited but from past experiences she could guess what was going to happen today.  “So how would you like to start, Susan?” I enquired.  “Good question. Starting is always embarrassing, isn’t it Emma?” She turned towards the little girl.  “Yeah… a little.” Emma answered in a whisper.  “It would be great if you could help her disrobe, Christine.” She looked at me for help. “I need her naked for most of the shoot and she might feel more comfortable if you help her out.”  “Of course,” I said playing along and more than happy to get involved in the action.  I took Emma over toward the skylit bay, enjoying the way the soft northern light grazed her form. Susan stood by the window seat with her back turned toward us, giving us some privacy.

I reached down and undid the buttons in front of Emma’s shirt, then reaching up, slipped the shirt off her shoulders. It fell onto the curve of her protruding ass for a second, then quickly fell to the floor in a silken heap, unveiling her naked torso in the soft light. I did the same with her skirt and panties, piling them neatly down in a heap on the floor, then stood looking at her like a proud mother I was; proud of my baby’s naked form, her prepubescent shape and her silken skin.  Susan, I’m sure, has seen her share of children, nude and otherwise, and she’s photographed children, albeit clothed, over the years. But if I was to judge by the look on her face, nothing prepared her for the awe at seeing such tender beauty exposed in such a matter-of-fact way by her own mother. She cleared her throat and tried to determine her next move.

But before she could make a suggestion, I stepped in, in an attempt to help her regain her composure.  “Why don’t we start here on the window seat? Start far away and work your way in,” I said.  Susan was looking at the soft slope of Emma’s bare chest as she turned slightly towards the window. She tried to look into her eyes as she turned, but she was having a hard time not leering at the wonderful form of the child’s legs, back and ass.  Even to a seasoned photographer like Susan, Emma’s absolutely exquisite little body, her pale, soft skin and her lean and shapely legs, radiated eroticism that was too alluring to concentrate properly on her work and I could feel her growing embarrassment. Her eyes tried secretly to asses the little round bottom before her and the hidden charms that hid between the little girl’s thighs.  “Sounds like a plan,” she quipped after an awkward pause, realising she was sounding shallow and befunked. “Emma, why don’t you remain standing to start with,” she suggested.

She pulled the camera viewfinder up to her eye and began to shoot. I was delighted she had no hesitation in taking as many shots as she needed. There was so much to photograph and so many fleeting opportunities at a certain angle, view, or light. And in spite of my little act on the phone, I had a hunch she immediately got the sense that Emma had posed before as she exhibited no inhibitions that children usually do and seemed totally comfortable being naked and exposed before an adult who was taking such lurid interest in her body. She circled Emma’s small form and clicked madly, probably figuring she could always edit out unwanted views, but not wanting to miss the opportunities being presented to her. She gradually worked her way in closer and began to photograph Emma’s face and head and then she turned to me.

“I wasn’t really asked for portraits or facial shots, but I’ll start here and work my way down,” she said.  I assented with a subtle smile as she circled around Emma’s upper torso, shooting her little face. She directed her to look this way, then that, to look up, down, to look into the camera or away. Emma followed directions easily, having had many previous experiences at the hands of leering photographers, and we slowly began to get comfortable with Susan’s pace.  “Why don’t you untie her pigtails and put her hair up for a minute or two, Christine? Just hold it nice and loose.”  I took a clip from my pocket and wrapped Emma’s hair casually so it was up but strands were hanging here and there. It exposed the delicate line of her head and shoulders and Susan seized the opportunity to photograph her from the back and side, capturing the long sweep of her neck, her delicate round chin, accented by random strands of her wavy blonde locks. She was so lovely; even her tiny ears were beguiling.  “Put your hands on your head, Emma, please,” she instructed.  As Emma put her arms on top of her head, Susan zeroed in from behind, taking subtle profile shots of the gentle swell of her right breast bump. As she circled around, her nipple came into the viewfinder, standing stiff against the child’s ivory skin.

Her breasts were only small swellings with medium sized areola punctuated by stiff, pale pink nipples. They stood proud off the tips of her tiny mounds and I knew they’d be a focus of many a shot. Susan did her best to maintain her professional demeanor as Emma’s soft and innocent beauty unveiled her sexy form to her eyes.  Susan spent ten more minutes just photographing little girl standing beside the window seat; the soft northern light playing games with her delicate form. At one point Emma looked over her shoulder at me and then bent forward, putting her hands down on the cushion of the window seat and spreading her legs slightly. Her gaze suggested that she did what she knew the photographer was ultimately after and something we have rehearsed at home many times before. Susan kneeled down without words and began to focus on the area between Emma’s legs, then swung around to catch the glimpse of her proud nipples.  “Why don’t you lay down now, Emma,” Susan said, as Emma crouched forward, spun around and placed her bottom on the edge of the cushion.

I helped her undo her hair. She shook her head to loosen it and then raised her arms above her head which flattened her breast buds but accentuated her stiff nipples. Susan clicked like mad, circling her slight form and focusing in tightly with her telephoto. Then she grabbed the camera with the macro lens and zeroed in again on the 10-year-old’s stiff nipples; the light lilting softly off her delicate curves and protruding tips. She kneeled down and shot the profile of her chest, its flat appearance broken up only by tips of two pink pebbles.  “Very nice, Emma. Very nice. You’ve done this before a time or two?” Susan suggested.  But neither Emma nor me responded. Emma smiled and arched her back to push her defiant nipples forward into the light. She then leaned back on her elbows, placed her little feet squarely on the floor and spread her legs slightly, arching her back subtly to bring her hairless pudenda into the picture. Susan answered by angling to get views that would profile the gentle bulge of Emma’s mons.

The rise of her mound sloped gently upward from her flat stomach. The crease of her vagina came into view in the gentle north light and Susan’s trigger finger went into overdrive.  I watched this erotic display from the side as Susan zoomed in for close shots of my daughter’s most private asset. I think Emma could see how entranced Susan was with her pose so she reached down with one hand and spread her lips with two fingers, opening up her wet slice to further inspection. Susan could not believe the scene encased in her viewfinder. Emma’s lips were a milky pink, soft and full, and glistened slightly in the afternoon light. Susan zoomed in closely, admiring the child’s wet slickness, already evident before her. She was so close to Emma I swore she could detect the subtle aroma of her sex and it made my head spin envisioning Susan inhaling my little girl’s scent of arousal.  “Nice, Emma. You’re gorgeous, sweetheart. Very sexy little girl.”

Full of new confidence, Emma smiled and pushed herself up on the full cushion of the window seat. She was now supine under the skylight and lay onto her back. She then arched her back, put her hands under her bottom and pushed up, lifting her nonexistent hips up high and exposing her glorious pussy in a pose that left me speechless and proud of my little girl. She was so comfortable with her poses that Susan took advantage now and positioned herself so she had a direct, full-on view of Emma’s hips and pussy.  Emboldened by Susan’s obvious interest in her pose, Emma completely lifted her bottom off her hands, arching her back and pushing her hips toward the ceiling, supported only on her upper back and feet, spread to maximize the exquisite view. Susan snapped shots from above and then from the side, leaning down so her view scanned the horizon of Emma’s pelvis and the soft swelling of her mound. Even from my vantage point I could tell the profile shots from the side were particularly breathtaking; Emma’s mons forming a puffy bulge, bisected by the slit of her labia, hairless but slightly moist as if licked by an invisible tongue.

I watched Susan nestle in between Emma’s spread legs to zero in on her wide open pussy. She reached behind and her fingers came up from below, her middle finger snuggling into the generous folds of her labia. Susan was so close now she could hear the wet, sticky sound of my daughter’s excitement and smell her musky tang. Her glorious little vulva completely filled Susan’s viewfinder as she snapped shot after explicit shot, taking advantage of the soft lighting and the child’s uninhibited disposition.  “Okay Emma, sweetheart, I want you to put your bottom back down and lift your legs in the air. Keep them together and point your toes like ballerina.”  Emma did as she was told, her legs puncturing the skylit space. Susan positioned herself underneath and focused on Emma’s ass. This position exposed the bulging flesh of her labia from below, the two rounded hairless lips pressed together in long fleshy ridges defined by the taut expanse of her lean thighs.

The view was magnificently erotic and Susan zoomed in to fill her viewfinder with this sexualized display of child’s naked form.  Emma pulled her legs back a little further and her thin inner lips began to emerge, glistening with dew. She reached her fingers around to the round bulges of her labia. She used her fingers to lightly spread her delicate lips, exposing the pink folds and ridges of her minora. Even a couple of meters away from her I could detect the sticky sound of her lips parting, indicating a gathering wetness.  “Turn onto your side, Emma,” Susan whispered into her ear.  She brought her legs down together, stayed bent at the waist and lay down on her side, facing away from her. Susan catalogued the ebb and flow of her curves, savoring the gentle roll of her tiny waist. The landscape of her prepubescent body was intoxicating; tiny swells and bumps of white pinkish skin, windswept by the northern light.  “Beautiful, Emma. Simply beautiful.

Now I want you to get on your tummy, sweetheart, face down.”  Emma smiled seductively, lowered her torso onto the mattress, reached her arms above her head and turned onto her tummy. She let out a soft moan as she did so. Her long blonde hair draped over her pretty face. She pulled her arms under her body and brought her shoulders up slightly. Susan surveyed her lovely backside and knew exactly what she was going to be doing for the next 15 minutes.  “Emma, that’s lovely. Stay just like that,” she directed.  She stood back and admired the gentle taper of Emma’s back as it swept south. The little girl’s waist was tiny and the small of her back a low point in her body.

Her hips yet undefined compared to the pronounced round mounds of her buttocks, so clearly articulated and presented. Susan smiled with satisfaction and then began a photographic journey, starting from the soft strands of hair over Emma’s shoulders and working her way south.  She photographed Emma’s back and then straddled her lower legs to take close-ups of her sweet cheeks, looking so soft and squeezable. I watched her quietly as she brought her camera down to mattress level and shot various profile shots of succulent 10-year-old bottom, admiring little girl’s delectable shape and form. The puckered folds of Emma’s labia peeked seductively from their hiding place between her smooth thighs.  “So lovely. So hot. I could do this all night. Emma, get on your knees and put your head down.”

As Susan spoke her command, Emma stole a glance in my direction and after seeing approval in my eyes, moved with unquestioning subservience and twisted her small body to a kneeling position. She moved with the grace uncommon for a child her age. She pushed forward, laying her head on the cushion as her exquisite ass jutted up and out in a femininely display of charms usually associated with women and not little girls.  Susan made no bones about her intentions anymore. She brought her cameras to the rear and focused in on my daughter’s ass, spread-eagled and open, displaying the spread form of her juicy labia and her tightly puckered anus. I watched her with satisfaction as she licked her lips while searching with the viewfinder Emma’s most intimate places. Her shutter finger raced madly to capture the moment.  “Oh, Emma. That is so nice. So nice, girl. Push your hips up, baby.

Show yourself to me. God, you’re beautiful little girl.”  Encouraged, Emma spread herself wider and suddenly reached her hand from below to touch and spread her lips. Susan zeroed in closely; filling her viewfinder with divine preteen labia; looking for shots that would be almost abstract in their form and nature. Emma’s pink lips protruded in a full wet display only seen in child porn magazines and her fingers added another dimension to the shots; a digital display of self-love.  That was the moment when Susan turned to me, her face slightly flashed and breathless.  “Christine, I will need your help from here if that’s alright with you. I need you to help Emma spread herself open so I can take macro shots of her special places. I know you’re her mother but it would look much better if you give her a hand. Do you think you can do this?”  “I suppose I could, but Susan, this wasn’t part of the arrangement.

The modeling charge doesn’t include my involvement. I’m afraid if you want me on the set, I’ll have to increase the hourly rate by 10%.”  Susan mulled this for a second and then gave in. She didn’t know however, that I was dying to join the action and was in fact prepared to help her for free. But this is how I made money off my daughter and it was only part of the job. But then to my surprise, she raised the stakes even higher.  “I’ll offer you 15% if I can put handcuffs on her while you keep her open for me. Do we have a deal?”  Now it was my turn to ponder things over. I had no qualms about having Emma handcuffed. After all, Annabel had her tied to the cross for hours so she’s familiar with restraints and bondage. What I really wanted to know was if Susan’s offer of 15% was her final. I thought I should at least try for a better deal.

I had nothing to lose and in the end, I was in this business for money.  “20% and you get handcuffs plus see me finger her both holes.”  “Jesus Christ, Christine!” Susan panted, visibly hyperventilating from my offer of sexually molesting my own 10-year-old daughter.  “It’s really not that much compared to what I charge others.” I played my usual pitch. “I had clients who payed double your rates for a simple nude sessions. No touching, no spreading.”  “Alright, fine. 20%! And I want to see you spank her little ass. Hard.”  “Is that so?” I raised my eyebrows in mock surprise, a smile playing in corner of my lips. “Okay then. Let’s call it a deal.”  “Thank you Christine.

Why don’t you step closer to her and… perhaps you could touch her to begin with. Use your fingers to open her up. Play with her while I take close-up shots.”  This was the moment I was waiting for. Watching the session from the sidelines made me wet, yet unable to bring myself off. I began to insert my middle finger into Emma’s pussy and my new proximity to the action allowed me to hear the subtle sticky sounds of her cunt, lubricating itself and wetting my finger as I inserted one, then another, firmly into her depths. For the second time today I heard her moan slightly and I knew that Susan was now just as much turned on by this display of my baby’s sexual treasures as I was.  Amid constant clicking of the camera, I reached my other hand behind Emma and began to finger her ass. The view was amazing: two of my fingers were nestled into the fleshy folds of her pussy, the other finger slid knuckle deep into her light brown puckered hole. The close-up shots muddied the difference between digits and genitalia.

It was a fascinating linkage and the macro lens brought the juxtaposition of my fingers and flesh to life.  “That’s great Christine, you can take a short break now while I put handcuffs on her.” Susan said, laying her camera aside and taking a pair of handcuffs from a pile of props at her side. “Don’t be afraid Emma, this is only for playing games. No one will hurt you, sweetheart. Put your hands in front of you and imagine they are bracelets,” she said, clicking the handcuffs firmly into place on Emma’s slim little wrists. “Emma, darling, why don’t you get on your back again. Spread your legs for me. Show me yourself. And Christine, you could open her holes again. Show me how she looks on the inside,” Susan directed with confidence.  Emma turned again, placed her beautiful rear onto the window seat and eagerly spread her legs wide.

She looked at Susan directly while opening herself to my finger as I spread her lips and presented her holes to Susan’s viewfinder. Susan wasted no time in zooming in, angling from different vantage points and clicking madly at this incredible sexual exhibition.  “Finger her little pussy, Christine. Get her wet for me.”  I saw Emma close her eyes as my fingers took over, working from experience and somehow knowing what the camera would appreciate. The angles and zoom shots were unbelievable from my vantage point. I knew that viewing these shots later would be a testament to the success of the moment. I had to give my best. Emma’s scent was now unmistakable and the sounds of her well lubricated pussy were being accentuated by the movement of my fingers working on her. I could see small drips of juice running down out of her open gash and trailing south down my fingers and into her tightly puckered ass. I don’t remember ever seeing a more overt display of sexual arousal in a child of her age.

And Susan’s camera was only inches away, zooming in with her macro lens and clicking madly to record this lewd display for posterity.  “Mommy, why am I so wet down there?” Emma whispered; her first words in awhile.  “It’s alright, darling. That means you’re enjoying yourself. Mommy is wet too, believe me.”  “It’s amazing, Christine.” Susan spoke behind her camera. “Don’t stop now.”  “You like what you see, Susan?” I asked.  “Yes… You two are so fucking hot. And I am so lucky to be photographing your little girl right now,” she exclaimed in a deep guttural voice. “Thank you for letting me do this, Christine. I’m going to need to come before the afternoon is over,” she crooned.  “I’m sure we’ll figure out a way to take care of that.” I exclaimed in my most professional manner.  Susan continued to instruct Emma to angle her body this way and that but it was becoming difficult to catch shots as Emma moved with a directed purpose under my probing fingers. I could hear her gasp and moan slightly as I continued to play with her.

Susan did her best to maintain the reason for the shoot: close-up shots of Emma’s outrageously anatomical display with an eye toward abstracting the subject and views. While some shots would leave no doubt that they were close-up views of a beautiful and very wet 10-year-old pussy; other shots, I knew, would work well for their ultimate purpose: Susan’s art.  “Go ahead and spank her now, Christine. I want to see you smack her perky little ass. And keep that finger inside her anus.”  Perhaps Susan thought I had become too possessed with Emma’s pussy and needed to take advantage of her anus instead, but I guess it made sense to finger her bottom while I was spanking it. With her hands still handcuffed, I positioned her on her knees, her ass up in the air, her face down on a pillow. My finger slowly but steadily found its way again inside her rectum.

Her beautiful round bottom was so silky, smooth and seductive. So perfect for smacking, I thought as the first slap landed on it with an audible resonance.  “Ouch!” Emma cried out but unable to protect herself with her handcuffed hands.  “Harder, Christine! I know you can hit her harder.” Susan clicked repeatedly, zooming in with her camera from different angles.  My hand landed again on Emma’s little unprotected bubble butt, little harder this time.  “Awww… it hurts, mommy!” she cried out in protest but I was feeling too horny to feel any sympathy for her right then. My hand swatted her few more times while the other hand fingered her anus with increasing ferocity as if competing with Susan’s finger on the camera’s trigger.  After a few minutes of exploring the painful side of pleasure, Susan began to focus again on other areas of Emma’s little body.

She zeroed in on her face, her jaw, the taut lines of her neck, the soft curves of her shoulder blades, the lean curvature of her back, the tight, but subtle curves of her calves. Watching my daughter model her nude body, I came to realise there wasn’t a square inch of her lovely form that wasn’t photogenic. She was a photographer’s dream child. She was a tiny goddess in the flesh, a magnet for every artist’s camera and every pervert’s hungry eye.  Susan had become lost in her viewfinder and I realized the entire time she had been photographing Emma, she kept moving one hand to her crotch, rubbing herself furiously with her delicate, long fingers at every opportunity she could find. On occasions I saw her look at my crotch as I continued playing with Emma’s soapy labia, pulling and pinching her tender lips and enjoying the wet sound it made on contact with my fingers.

It was unmistakable we were becoming seriously oversexed and needed a pause to take care of few things.  “Perhaps we should take a little break and maybe see what kind of shots we’ve got here,” Susan suggested.  I looked at her with lowered lids, gave Emma’s pussy a little squeeze and nodded with a slight smile.  “Pardon my excitement, Christine.”  “Not a problem, Susan. I’m sura Emma takes it as a compliment,” I smiled and gathered Emma, who was visibly becoming tired by her long and overstimulating modeling session, into my hands.  “I guess I’m just not used to sessions like this. Your daughter is absolutely stunning. Such a sexy little girl. It’s been a thrill. I think I’ve got some great shots, too. Let’s take a look.”  She pulled the memory card out of the camera, inserted it into the large monitor and moved a padded wooden bench in front of the screen for us to sit on.

She donned her silk robe again, tying it loosely in an odd gesture of modesty. She sat down on the bench as I sat beside her, holding tired, naked and wet Emma in my arms.  “Let me get the photographs up on the monitor, then you can navigate and look at them as you wish,” she suggested.  Susan pulled up the photos, there had to be over 500 shots, and showed me how to view the slide show. The shots were all displayed in black and white on the screen. She sat beside me and Emma, her hand next to mine as she used the mouse scroll through the shots.  It was apparent from the beginning that the shoot was a success as we bantered back and forth about the merits of each succeeding photo.  “Oh, Susan. These are wonderful,” I exclaimed, still surprised at how explicit everything looked in macro style.  “Christine, it’s easy to take nice photos when you have good light, a good camera and a model comfortable with her body. And you, young lady,” she turned to Emma, “are a stunning little beauty. Look how feminine yet childlike her body looks.

And, if you don’t mind my being blunt Christine, she literally oozes sexuality to the camera. I think, I hope, I succeeded to some degree in capturing that Lolita-like quality in her,” she stated.  “I believe you did, Susan. Thank you so much. God, these are great,” I exclaimed slightly embarrassed as the photos came up on the monitor; sharply focused; one after another.  The evolution of Susan’s shoot soon became apparent. The early photos were more general photographs of Emma’s face and body. The slide show gradually morphed into more detailed shots of her little body, some shots so close that you could see the goosebumps and cilia on her skin and traces of her gradual and growing excitement.

The early shots were quite erotic and gradually becoming more sexually explicit and downright pornographic as the session progressed. All three of us were quiet for awhile as we watched shot after shot, occasionally commenting to one another about the better ones.  Susan was inches from Emma’s neck and little girl’s subtle aroma drew her in even closer. She was getting bolder and bolder in her descriptions of what we were seeing on the screen. Then I saw her place her hand on Emma’s shoulder, massaging her gently as we continued to watch the screen.  “So beautiful, Emma. You are so beautiful,” she whispered.  I could sense her breathing getting slightly heavier and thought I felt a rhythmic vibration emanating from her body. It was then that I noticed that while her right hand was working the mouse, her left hand was tucked down tightly in between her thighs.

She was playing with herself as we watched explicit images of Emma’s little girl body flash across the screen.  Susan’s shameless action gave me an idea. I grazed Emma’s arm and my left hand followed down past her elbow and slid along her forearm until I reached her wrist and placed her hand between her own legs.  “Go ahead, Emma. Touch yourself, baby. Touch yourself while you look at your sexy pictures.”  Emboldened by my approval and not sensing any resistance, Emma’s little hand began exploring her pussy.  “Looking at these photos makes me want you, Emma,” Susan said, her masturbation becoming more obvious and fervent.  I reached my own hands between her sides and her arms and cupped her lovely breasts; so full and round. My palms lifted her breasts slightly as my thumb and forefinger gently pinched her long stiff nipples through the thin silk of her robe.

Susan took a deep breath and moaned deeply. I could feel her left hand still working her pussy and now a wet slurpy sound began to emanate from between her legs.  “Yes, Susan. Get yourself nice and wet for me.”  Abruptly, she put her hands on my thighs, and turned around and straddled the bench, facing me straight on.  “I have an idea, Christine. Place Emma between us and straddle the bench,” she instructed.  I did as she asked and now all three of us were sitting on the bench with our legs on either side of it and Emma sandwiched between our open thighs, facing Susan. She seductively untied the loose knot of her robe, and as she gazed deeply into my Emma’s eyes, she slowly opened her robe, exposing her naked body to the little girl.

She let the robe drop, caught it with her hands behind her back and threw it to the side.  “I’m going to repay you for all your good modeling work, Emma,’ she said with a lascivious smile and reached out with her hands for me, pulling me closer to her and essential squeezing Emma between our naked bodies.  We pressed ourselves against the little girl and moved her rhythmically between our legs, rubbing ourselves against the naked child like two possessed women, using the small girl like some obscene masturbation aid for our lust-filled bodies. We clasped her tightly in our arms, spread our legs wide open on either side of her and wrapped our arms firmly around her.

She became a little prisoner, captured between her mother and her photographer who took advantage of an innocent child for their own perverted satisfaction.  In the next few moments I saw Susan arch her back and push her pussy hard against my little baby-girl as violent orgasm shook her in series of screaming convulsions. Not long after her, I came equally hard, bathing Emma’s body in warm juices flowing from my gashing cunt.

As our breathing calmed down, I found strength to look again into Susan’s eyes. She was kissing Emma and thanking her for giving her so much pleasure in one day.  “My God, Christine,” she turned to me. “I didn’t know what I was missing until I found you.”  I smiled and hugged the tired, messy and exhausted Emma into my arms. “It’s never too late to book another session, Susan.”

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Virgins story


This is my first story. Hope you will like it. Before getting into the story let me introduce myself. My name is A…..(you can call me Chinnu.).I am from Kerala ( Thrissur ). Well I am 5″6 and have a gorgeous masculine body since I workout 2 hrs every day for the past two years. Well I will be 18 only on the 8th of the coming Nov. Well I am studying for my Engineering. Let us get into the story now. Actually I am a shy personality and hence have had very few encounters with feminine. Yet those were really memorable.

It was during the summer holidays after I finished my 12th.Since I was Getting bored I decided to enroll for a youth camp which was being held for personality development. Well I met this exotic and gorgeous looking gal there. To be precise there was an event in which we were to introduce our partners and luckily she was my partner. Since I was to introduce her, we came to know a lot about each other. Well she was from Kozhikode and was studying MCA. she was21 but her tits and boobs were immaculate. She was not a virgin which came to know later. Now that she was away from home she stayed in hostel which was very close to my house. One fine day I went to her hostel to borrow a book( programming in C).

There was no one outside the hostel and we had a long and uninterrupted conversation. Well I asked her not to call me on the phone instead to use e- mail. She faithfully sent me her first mail with greetings. Now the wait was too unbearable. I replied her mail and sent her Indian-Stories story which could probably reveal my feeling for her . The idea worked she liked the story and asked me to send some more. One Sunday my parents decided to go out for a party and left. Now the only problem was my younger brother. Even though he knew about my passion I did not wanted to take any chance, So I gave him some money and asked him to go for a movie. I phoned her and asked her to come and collect her book.

At about 10′o clock in the morning she came. Pink was her favorite color and was also the color of her Salwar Kameez. At the mear sight of her I was turned on , I prayed to God not to miss this opportunity to me. We sat in the drawing room for some time and talked. I slowly but steadily shifted the topic from Academics to internet. Here is where Indian-Stories came in handy. She requested if I could take her to the site. As we were browsing through the site the mouse fell off the table and landed in her seat between her thighs.

She was so much immersed in the ecstasy of the site that she did not notice the mouse. This was my chance I slowly brought my hand in-between her legs I was hardly inches form her prep school pussy that if I straightened my index finger I could touch it. I could feel the heat between her legs. She did not seem to notice my presence and was so much aroused that she forgot I was there and was about to masturbate. When she brought her hand to rock her clit she accidentally caught hold of my hand and started to rub against her pussy. By God the sensation was an absolute fantasy. Without waiting a moment I grabbed her in both hands and gave her deep throated kiss.

To my surprise she was hotter than I thought instead she gave me a stronger kiss and the fire of love got ignited on both sides. I removed her SKameez. She was in her bra and panties. Meanwhile she removed my shirt and pant. As for the rest we both helped ourselves. Now we stood absolutely naked in front of each other. And Jesus!! her figure was driving me nuts. Since this was my first time I did not wanted to mess it up so I proceeded slowly very slowly. I started with her forehead then eyes then the saucy lips then the juicy tongue.

Then I can reached her ivory robes with pink head. Her boobs were like watermelon full of passion and the nipples a pink gateway to suck the juice of passion of her ivory melons. Then came the stomach it was as smooth as ice and as hot as chilly. I just thought O!! GOD what a babe!!. Finally I reached the gateway to pleasure were every man wanted to leave his trademark so was I. You should have seen them. The were absolute beauty. Seemed to be as exotic as Niagara falls with black forest above and juices flowing out like waterfalls.

Never in my life had I seen a spectacle so fascinating so innocent. Her clit was relatively small but was tastier than sugar. What an experience was to suck it only one who had experienced it could ever imagine. Now it was her turn. And what a sucker she was. She sucked my dick so hard even a could never have had sucked his thumb. As I reached the point of cum I asked her to stop. Then it was Cupid’s turn. Even Venus could not have had the passion she had. She was the Utmost of a lover. Now my dick was 6&1/2″ long and as hard as steel. I myself could never make it budge so much, think of the power a women’s passion has over an innocent man. She was absolute atom bomb.

Now I made her lay on the bed and parted her legs and inserted my key to her lock to unlock the realm of ecstasy. And what an experience it was . I started moving to and for slowly , she too started to act with the rhythm with slow mourning OOOOOOO!!!!! Ah Ah Ah Ah!!!!!!! Yes Yes !!!!!!!! AAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOO….!!!etc Slowly I incremented the pace as did she increase the volume and frequency of her screams. Finally we both reached orgasm at the same time. and believe me she squeezed me like hell and dug her tongue with all her strength into my mouth it was choking but in front of her passion and my pleasure it was nothing.

And as you all know by Newton’s forth law of motion: Every to and fro motion gives a hand full of lotion, I deposited all my lotion deep into her vagina. We were totally exhausted and slept. We were woken by a calling bell. It was my brother. We quickly dressed up and parted. Even though it was the first I bet it was the best. Now I am looking for more chance to fuck her or any other one for that matter. Here is tip for novice fuckers whenever you do it slowly because the slower you do the pleasure it becomes as it was in my case. Any one who lives in Thrissur or Palakkad can mail me for comments.

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Sex with my friend’s lovely wife


Hi everybody, welcome to you all. Read my sex story. I’m not well in English. If any thing wrong forgive me. If you enjoy this story, Females (Mature only) who fantasize, want to have secret sex or enjoy roleplay over net can mail me at . Males please excuse, I won’t reply to any unnecessary mails I am Sunil. I am 36 yrs old & married. living in Delhi. My friend Vijay (35yrs) buy a house near mine house and moved there with his wife Preeti. My house was some 100 ft from him there is no house in between so we came see ourselves a bit from our houses.

Vijay is in Printing business in South Delhi. He usually comes late night so I use to help Preeti in their houselhold needs as there were new to this area. Preeti 33, Vijay’s beautiful and damm sexy housewife, she is dusky, slim but busty and really medium tits and nice fold on the hip, and beautifully lined lips, nobody will say she is 33. I secretly fantasize abt her body and masturbate. This couple has one 10 yrs old son. Vijay has to drop his son at 8 o clock to the school and she picks him up by 2pm. Sometimes I picked him up too.

Days were moving smoothly. Everyday after Vijay goes to his office by 9 o clock after dropping his son, When I go to office I drop the news paper and magazines for them. Gradually we were became close to each other. She used to send her son when ever I was at home. I also enjoyed the moment because I knew that this would lead me to my goal. In a few month were so close to each other that any day without talking to each other we could not have a sleep. We had long duration phone talks but we never talked below the decency level. Neither me nor she had ever have any sex talks. One day when I went to Vijay’s house, during talks she told me that Vijay is away on some business trip for a week.

So I was supposed & compelled by my urge to go to her place everyday & enquire about her well being & to do all kind of work, buy things or driving her to places where she wanted. I was very happy I got what I wanted, being close to her I used to look at her beautiful body, fantasizing of having sex with her ramming her illustrious body parts Gradually I started touching her by one or other excuse she never resisted I started talking to Preeti in double meaning, Preeti smiles for it but without answer. One afternoon I took leave from office, (I knew that her son is at her in law’s home and she is alone) I went to her place. She welcomed me at the door, (I feel desire in yr her eyes style also that day). She was wearing a low cut black colored blouse with lemon colored – black border saree, she was looking like a fairy.

I complemented her , she asked me to sit down and offered a Badam Sharbat (Sweat Drink), I was staring at her partly visible boobs, I couldn’t take my eyes away from the opening of her blouse, hoping that I would get another view. And we both sat there and started chatting, (I Notice that she is sitting closely on same sofa with me, which she avoided earlier) I touched her body by one or other excuse intentionally, and notice that she is not reacting adversely. After some time I took her hand in my hand and started rubbing it, she stared at me and gave me a sexy smile and did not say any thing, this gave me lot of courage and I kissed on her left cheek, on this she closed her eyes and gave a very sexy look, I started kissing on her cheeks. After some time I could feel her warm breaths and i could feel that she is getting aroused, I started kissing on her neck.

She just whispered in a very low voice “…..ouch…” and smiled looking in to my eyes. When I move my lips forward towards her lips, Preeti herself moved her pouting lips towards my mouth and offered them to me closing her eyes in ecstasy. I took Preeti’s pouting and juicy lips in my mouth and sucked her lips. I kissed her lips for quite some time there. She also kissed me in great excitement. Her eyes had become pink in excitement as if she had drunken wine. I placed my hands on her boobs. Wow, they were really marvellous. I pressed! her boobs from over her sari, blouse and bra. It was really a great touch on my palms. Her breasts were fully swollen. I pressed them for quite some time and kissed her lips, cheeks and neck. Then I started removed her sari. Shape of her nipples were clearly visible through her blouse and bra.

The blouse she wore was vary low cut. So much of her boobs were left uncovered. Her cleavage was looking simply killing. She was making all sexy sounds. She kept sighing in excitement. Then I unhooked her blouse dhire dhire one by one with soft gentle touch. I kissed her boobs under her black lacy black bra again. I rubbed my mouth on her fleshy boobs. She was just moaning. I slowly pulled down her petticoat. She was left in her bra and panty. She unbuttoned my shirt with her soft fingures. she saw my hairy wide chest she touched my hairy chest with her soft long fingures. Her fingers were fondling my tiny nipples. she looked at me deeply and laid her head on my chest and played with my nipples. she pinched me hardly. I kissed Preeti and she locked her lips with my lips. Her lips were sucking mine my tongue went inside her mouth and drank her sliva. Her hands were rubbing my body and she pulled my shirt from my body. I took her in my arms and again kissed her all over.

I again pressed her boobs. I licked her bra strap from her shoulder to her tits along the bra. I Lick her nipples under her bra cups, her bra was totally wet with my tounge. I unhooked her bra and started licking her brown erected nipples. Then I took her in my arms. Oohh, her body was really hot, soft and silky. My cock got further erected and stiffened. At the same time I was caressing her boobs. Wow, her boobs were really marvellous. I pressed them with my hands. They were very firm and tight. I went on playing with her boobs. I moved towards her succulent boobs. I kissed her boobs. I sucked, and and bite her pointed nipples, she guided my lips to her other boob and gave the nipple into my mouth, I drank that too. She was looking lustfully at my large bulge in my trouser which was due to the increase in size and stiffness of my penis.. She moved her fingers over my hardness and gently unhook my trouser and pull my zipper down dhire dhire, looking seductively in my eyes.

She remove my trouser and move her fingures over my hard rod in my u/wear. She continued squeeze, rubbed my dick under my u/wear for some time. Then she pulled down my underwear and take it out from my legs using her hands and her feet. She looked at my fully erect stiff cock stood in front of her. She smiled and move her tounge over her lips looking into my eyes showing that she liked my erection, length, thickness, etc. Looking at hard brown dick, Preeti exclaimed in joy – oh! “Kitna Mota Hai Sunil Tumahara” you have got such a large and thick penis. I realised that Vijay must be having a smaller cock to fully satisfy her desires. I looked at her nude sexy body from tip to toe.

She asked me in a special sexy style “….oohhh, yun kya dekh rahe ho….” I told her “… Preeti you are looking more beautiful than ever… Preeti came closer to me and hold my cock in her right hand. I pulled down her scanty panty. And whisper in her ear, Preeti in your full nudity you are looking very very beautiful, sexy, and inviting….you have a very proportionate figure….you have not bore any extra flesh on your sexy body…your boobs and hips are simply marvellous…..you have maintained you boobs very well…your boobs are quite shapely….in spite of the fact that your boobs are fully swollen and very fleshy they have stood firm even without the support of any bra….the roundness of your boobs are still there without bra…they are still bulging and opulent….I have rarely seen such heavy boobs in such a good shape even without bra….I like such breasts very much, Preeti….” And I continued by saying “….

Preeti your hips are also killing…they are quite heavy…they are projected backwardly so much that it is enough to ignite a young man….yes Preeti your hips are very inviting….they are simply arousing….” She just smiled and said “….thanks for the compliments, dear….”. I kissed Preeti here and there frantically. Then I moved down towards her crotch, thighs, hips, etc. and kissed her there. I again kissed and sucked her juicy lips encircling my arms around her narrow waist line. Preeti co-operated me very well encircling her arms around my neck keeping her very closely hugged while I sucked her pouting lips. Her breasts were being crushed badly against my chest. My hard cock was being rubbed against her sexy smooth crotch. After kissing and sucking her lips in that posture for some times I move at her back, I held her from behind in the same posture, in standing position itself and placed my hands on her bulging breasts from under her armpits. I started caressing Preeti’s breasts.

She was again in her excitement as earlier. I moved my hands gently on her fleshy plump breasts. Then I pressed them slowly. Preeti was moaning in a very low suppressed voice “….hhhuuhhhh….. ….uuuuffffff…. .ooooohhhhhhh…. ..aaaahhhhh…. I further increased the pressure of my palms upon Preeti’s pair of firm breasts. I was feeling great in pressing ! her luxuriant breasts as they were very much tight. Preeti was holding me putting her arms back around my neck and that way giving me full opportunity to press and squeeze her breasts with ease. She was caressing sometimes my neck, sometimes my hairs in her excitement. I started squeezing her breasts with pressure. She was sibilating, hissing and moaning. After some times Preeti told me to increase the pressure of my hands on her breasts. I did so. She further …encouraged me to squeeze her breasts harder and harder. I started squeezing her superb pulpy breasts as hard as I could. Preeti was in great excitement.

She was encouraging me with words like “….oooohhhhh… …aur jore se… ..haan dear aur jore se dabaao ..badaa maja aaraha hai mujhe… …your hands are quite expert…. …you know how to squeeze breasts….dear press my boobs more hard….aaahhhh….yes….i like it…. And I went on exerting as much as pressure onto her firm and tight breasts. The more I pressed her breasts, the more pressure she demanded on her breasts from me, the harder I squeezed her fleshy and spongy breasts, even herder she requested squeeze her breasts. She started uttering only broken unclear words like “…aaahhhhh… yyoouuuu… …uuuuuhhhhh…oooffff..” .etc. and was caressing me all through.

My erect hard cock was getting pressed and rubbed against Preeti’s soft, silky, fleshy and round hips. As her heavy haunching hips were projected back sexily my erect cock was digging between her fleshy hips as if trying to enter into her right then. Feeling my erect hard cock making its vain effort to enter into her, Preeti told me sexily “…….ooohhhhh Sunil Kitna Hard hai tera yai… I whipser in her ear..mera kya??? Bol na Preeti….I was ! pressing and squeezing Preeti’s firm and tight breasts very hard with my both hands and she was moaning and moaning and moaning sexily closing her eyes “… ..aaaaahhhh…. oooofffffffff… …uuiiiiimmmmmaaaa… …oooohhhh… …uuuuuuhhhhhhhh….. Tera yai Penis sssshhhhhhhh…… uuuummmmmmmmmmmaaaahhhhhhh……..” I whisper again “Preeti hindi mai bolo na iska naam pl”. (I love that hearing from female, when I m horny) She was writhing her body sexily.

She gave jerks to her haunching hips. She wriggled in pleasure. She waggled her hips side ways and to and fro making my hard cock rub against her smooth fleshy and round hips.! I found that Preeti was getting hotter and hotter. She was in strong urge for sex. Her each action revealed her strong urge to take me in immediately. After some times Preeti asked me to take her to bed. I lifted fully nude Preeti in my arms and moved towards her room I lift her up in my arms and take her in her bedroom in her full nudity. I was also in the same state. She took my dick in her soft hands while getting upstairs with me. It was great moment for me to lift Preeti in full nudity in my lap while I was also completely naked.

I took nude Preeti to her bed. I again took her in my arms. We both started rubbing our body against each other. Then Preeti herself took the initiative. She started kissing me. All over increasing my sexual urge to have her. I also kissed Preeti all over her nude sexy body. I sucked her pouting lips. Then I moved towards her breasts again. I licked her nipples one by one. Preeti caressed my head in excitement. Then I kissed her breasts all over for a pretty long time. Preeti was simply moaning “….aaaaahhhhh ……uuuuuhhhhhhh…. ……..uuuuuuffffff…… and I started sucking Preeti’s erect hard nipples one by one. Preeti kept on moaning and sibilating biting her lips with her teeth and making sounds like “…! .aaaahhhh …..uuuuuuhhhhhh….. oooooohhhhhhh….. etc. I lift her leg up, kiss her feet, lick her knee and leg, lick her thighs, forced her thighs move apart I kissed her pussy and licked it Preeti pressed my head. I started eating wet pussy, she lifted her hip and rubbed wet pussy on my face.

My body was shivering my mind was blacked out no one can control even myself because I was achieving my greatest goal having sex Preeti for the first time in my life. Preeti’s moved her hand and message my hard dick., she move my foreskin back and whisper in my ear, “Sunil I want to suck your cock” , I again asked her to use hindi word for my cock She looked in my eyes and whisper in my ear “Tumahra Yai Mota Lund” I got thrilled by her words and desire, I lay on my back, with my cock erected at its fullest length, she looked in my eyes, kiss my hairy chest, and rub her wet lips all over my belly and move down, she kissed the head of my cock. Likced the tip of my pink thick nob, pulled my foreskin back with her tounge and started sucking my dick into her mouth. I can feel her warm wet lips wrapped around my hard dick, which was making me crazy.

I fingered her cunt, I was going mad about her cock sucking, biting my cock I never thought this would happen because the one who was sucking my cock is my best friends religious wife his honest wife. My cock became wet with her saliva. She started sucking it up and down, licking my balls in between. I hold her hairs and push her wet lips over my hard shaft to slide more in her mouth After some time I lay her down, kissed her all over. She again moaned and sibilated in the same way. After some time Preeti told me “…….oooohhh dear it is too much…. Aab bardasht nahin ho raha hai…. aao naa… ooooohhh please dear, come on, come on and fuck me dear…. aab der maat kaaro…. aab mujhe chodo na…. aab aur kitni der karoge my dear… I can’t wait any more…..come on fuck me….” Seeing her fully aroused I mounted upon Preeti.

She separated her thighs to make way for me. went in fully,. I position myself between her thighs. She hold my dick and placed over her doorway to heaven. I hold her waist squeeze my hips little , and jerk my waist and oooohhhhhhhhhhhh my dick started sliding in her juicy wet hot tight pink cunt. My erect and hard cock slid easily into her as her vagina was fully wet. As my dick went in right inside her, Preeti sighed heavily in sexy voice “…… aaaaaahhhh dear…” I was in heaven, at last I am fucking my dream lady Preeti, I am fucking my best friend wife. I can’t believe this I achieved it I longed for her I am fucking her. she moaned again out of joy, pleasure, ,”HAAA…AAA…SSSS….YES…YES..DARLIN G.” our fuck went rhymatically. I was enjoying my cock in my friends wife’s pussy. her legs were circled my hips and pulling me. I fucked, harder..and told she said to me, ” Sunillllll thanks I want you be mine, I LOVE YOU I said ,”PREETI I LOVE TO fuck MY FRIENDS WIFE U R my Darling Preeti.

Then I started to and fro movements of my torso in order to make my cock go and come into and from her vagina. Her vagina was very hot. My cock gradually became more and more thick and hard. Initially I was fucking Preeti ! gently. She was moaning sexily “……aaaahhhhh…. ….ooohhhhhhh….” She was gyrating her hips. I gradually increased the speed. Preeti arched her thighs upwards. She was throwing her hips up in order to receive my cock inside her every time I made stroke. She was doing so in order to accommodate me more and more inside her. I pushed my cock into her hot vagina with force. She started making sounds a bit louder in her excitement “…..ooooooohhhhh… ..aaaaaaahhhh…uuuuuhhhhhhh….. uuuuffffffffffff….. ….iiiiiihhhhh… ….oooooffffffffffooooooooohhhhhhhhh……” my hands were pressing her boobs, squeezing her nipples.

I bend down and kissed her, bite her lips and laic her ears. I went on fucking young sexy Preeti like that for some time. My cock had become thicker by that time. It was making a swift to and fro motion. She then asked me to increase my speed .”….aaaahhhhh…dddeeaarrrr… ffaaassstt…. Yess ddearr faaaassstt…..come on fuck me fast…you are great….I like it ….oohh dear….fuck me fast… …ooooohhhh aur jur se chodo mujhe…..aaaahhhh…dear aur jor se karo ..aaaaahhhhhhhhhh….aur..ander…jor sai….” She went on encouraging to fuck her fast with her words in sexy voice with moans and sibilation. She was urging me to increase my speed. She requested me to push more and more with full thrust into her hot and wet vagina. I further increased my speed. I made hard strokes. She received each of my hard strokes skilfully throwing her hips up and up every time. I was romping fast. Preeti sometimes entwinged her legs with mine and some times threw upward. That gave me all sorts of pleasures.

Preeti was then in full excitement and was uttering words like “…ooooohhhh…ddeeaarrr… …ooooohhhhhh…. ….uuuuuuffffff…. …aaaaahhhhh…aaaahhhhhh…. uuuiiiiii… ..aaahhhhh.. uuuummmmaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh……oooooooohhhhh hh…..” I asked her “Preeti kaisa laag rahaa hai tumhein…bolo naa Preeti darling…” Preeti sighed and whispered “….dear it is very fine…I like it…you are quite expert in fucking… badaaa majaa aa rahaa hai mujhe.. dear… ….ooohhhhh dear tum bahut ach! chha chodte ho…..aaaahhhhhh…..uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh…..ooo ooffffffff…. ddeeaarrr you are an expert….you know how to fuck ….you know how to fuck a young woman….Ilike it…I like it dear….go on fucking me like that……yyoonn hii… haan ddeeaarr yoonn hii chodo mujhe… tum baahut achchhe ho…baass yyoon hi chodai karo meri…oooohhhhhhh….. khoob chodo mujhe…” And I was fucking Preeti with full vigour and speed. She was encouraging me with her words and I was fucking her fast. I stood on my knees and started giving vigorous thrusts of my cock into her lovely vagina caressing her hips. Preeti was trying to take all sorts of pleasure of fucking and at the same time she was giving me the maximum pleasure.

I was pushing my cock harder and harder, faster and faster. We enjoyed fucking for quite some time. I took care of not ejaculating early so that I could continue fucking Preeti! . I feel my cock got hardened and shooted its warm liquid inside her pussy, I felt her vagina contrasted on my cock and I like its dripping to fill in her cunt.. till his last drop I held her tightly and both exhausted and lay apart. We took rest in each others arms. She got up after about half an hour and brought hot milk from kitchen. We took the milk. After a few moments we were energised again. We were aroused again. I again kissed her. I kissed and sucked her lips, breasts, nipples, etc. Preeti told me to fuck her once again right then. I told her to change the posture. I suggested her to be in standing position and lean with the help of the large table placed in the corner of the room. She immediately agreed and smiled in style. She did so as I suggested her. I pushed my cock into her from behind.

I started stroking her in standing position then. Preeti was sexy enough to throw her hips back to have my fully erect hard cock inside her as much as possible. She was trying to accommodate me in more and more with her to and fro movements. So I found that she was not only hot and sexy but was a smart one ! also. I gradually increased my speed. I fucked her with full speed making very fast to and fro movement of my torso. Preeti was again moaning and was praising me for fucking and was encouraging me all through. I went on fucking like that. I fucked Preeti in that posture for a comparatively longer period that time. After we were exhausted we again took rest. I fucked Preeti for 3-4 round that day in different positions. Preeti was never behind. She always co-operated me very well during fucking. I fucked Preeti in different styles and positions.

She was giving me full co-operations. We went on enjoying fucking for much longer period. After we got exhausted. We took some rest. Preeti brought tea for us. We took tea. When I asked Preeti for more rounds of fucking, she laughed at me and told me that we would be alone in the house for a couple of days more, so I must conserve my energy for the coming days. I hugged her and kissed. She also responded me with her hot kisses. After the return of her hubby I could not get the chance for at least a fortnight. But again when he went away on business tour, I fucked Preeti for several rounds. So whenever we got the opportunity we enjoyed fucking. Preeti was so bold that she offered herself to fuck her during the day time when her hubby was not on tour.. So for a couple of months I fucked that young sexy woman Preeti.

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