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Maa Mere Samne Chud Gayi


Hi, mera nam Ravi he, me allahabad ka rahne wala hu, meri age 18 sal he or diploma me admission lekar hostel me chala gya hu. Mere ghar me meri mom or ek badi bahn he.

Mom ka nam rita he, age 38 sal he, school me teacher he. Unka fig bahut sundar he 36dd, 32,38 ka har mard ko lubhane wala fig he. Badi bahna divya college me he or mom ka hath batati he ghar me. Unka nojavan badan 34d,28,26 wala he or mohale ke ladko ka dhyan khihta he. Papa foj me he or unka posting kashmir me he. Papa sal me 2 mahine ghar pe hote he.

Abhi 3 mahine pahle hi papa chuti pea aye the or ek naya ghar kharida. Budget thda kam hone ki bajah se thode lower class area me ghar kharid paye. Naye ghar me rahne me acha lag raha tha ab tak govt quarters me rahte the.Me to hostel me chala gya tha sat sun ya to vacation me ghar pe rahta tha, divya din me college chali jati thi. Mom bhi subah divya ko college bhej ke apni school chali jati thi. Rita or divya ghar pe akele hote the.

Mom ki school usi mohale ke karib thi ekdin ek ladke ko mom ne bahut dat diya or dobar a harkat karne par thodi saja kar di. Dusre din us ladke ke parents aa gye. Unka nam karim miya tha who mom se ladne lage ki uske bête ko hath hi kyu lagaya isliye management ne ladke ko leaving certificate deke nikal diya. Is bat ko lekar bahut tension ho gyi mom ko karim or unke jan pahchan wale paresan karne lage. Mom ka jaise bahar niklna hi muskil kar diya. Divya ko is bat ka pata nhi tha, ek din who mom ke sath sabji market gyi tab karim or unke bhai logo ne dono ki bahut chedkhani ki

Karim : dekh sali tune mere bête ki padhai rukva di he ab tu is mohale me kaise chain se rahti he me dekhta hu.

Mom : mera kuch role nhi he usme , khudke bache ko thik karo pahle.

Karim ne divya ko dekha…

Karim : ye londiya teri hi he na, lag to rahi he..Tere jaisa hi mal he.. Ha ha ha..

Mom or divya sarm ke mare chupchap waha se bhag aaye

Aisa hafte me ek do bar hone laga or ab divya bhi darne lagi thi..

Me sat sun ki chutiya me ghar pe aaya tha. Maa ke sath bajar gya or waha karim ne hum dono ko akela pake maa ka hath pakar liya. Muje kuch pata nahi tha, yeh dekh kar me shoked ho gya.

Mene kuch soche bina karim ko dhaka diya, or maa ne bhi unhe ek thappad laga diya. Hum dono gusse me ghar aa gye. Bajar me hone ki bajah se karim ne hume aise hi chor diya.

Ghar aake hum bahut chintit the maa se mene sab pucha or maa ko kaha ki kuch din savdhan rahe sab thanda pad jayega. Hum rat ko khana khake bethe the or tv dekh rahe the divya apni sahli ke sath movie dekhne gyi thi.

Me sofe par betha tha or mom ghar ka kam karke apna bedroom thik karne gyi thi tabhi doorbell baji or me darvaja kholne gya.

Darvaja khulte hi ekdum dhaka aya or tin log ghar me jabardasti ghus gye muje dhaka diya or sofe par gira diya.Mene dekha ki usme who karim tha or sath me sahil or akram tha. Karim sayad 35 sal ka tha, or sahil 30 sal ka or akram 28 sal ka hoga unlogo ka kam jua khelna or paise byaj pe dena tha.

Me sofe se khada hota hu or puchta hu ke kyu aaye ho tabhi muh pe ek thappda pada me sahm gya, samaj nhi aaya kya karu. Mene ladne ki try ki par me un logo ke mukable kuch nhi tha.

Karim : kaha gyi mastarani.. Bhahar nikal sali randi.

Mom dar kaar room me se bhagkar bahar aayi samne in tin mardo ko dekh kar or muje sahil ke hath me fasa dekh kar dar gyi.

Mom: choro mere bête ko.. Kyu aaye ho yaha..Bahar niklo kamino mere ghar se..

Karim: tumhari thapad ka javab dene aaye he randi, ab batayenge ki bachhe kaise paida hote he. Sali mere bache ko tumne school se nikalvaya ab tere pet se mere bache nikalunga me .Or muje koi rok nhi sakta.

Me sahil ke hath se chutne ko zatpata raha tha, mere chahre pe do thapad aayi or sahil or akram ne muje uthakar toilet me bandh kar diya. Karim mom ki or aage badha or bal pakad ke muh par pahle ek thappad laga diya. Mom bahut dar gyi who rone lagi or ye dekh kar tino log hasne lage. Me toilet me se chila raha tha. Mom ko hall me bich me khada karke tino log aamne samne sofe par beeth gye.

Karim : kya re randi is bachhe ki liye kitni mannat mangi hogi na???

Sahil : ha sahi he..Ek bar me to beta tumse paida bhi na hota na..

Akram : are koi bat nhi ab hum bache paida karenge is sali mast item se…

Maa un tino ke bich se bachna chahti thi tabhi akram khada hoke bahar chala jata he or bahar se ghar ko tala laga deta he or ghar ki nigrani kaarta he. Rat ke kaarib 10 baje the mohale me kuch log hi dikh rahe the baki sab santi thi sab apne apne ghar me the. Kaarim ne khade hoke maa ki saree ka pllu pakad liya or khichne laga. Maa bhi pallu pakde rakhi thi or dur hatati ja rahi thi. Tabhi sahil ne piche se aake mom ki gand pe slap kiya..Satak..Satakk.. Saree ke upper se mom ki gand sahlane laga. Mom rone lage who hath jod kar mafi mangne lage..

(now in mom’s role)

Pls muje maf kardo mujse galti ho gyi thi me tumhare bête ko wwapis school join karva dungi pls chale jao yaha se me ghar me akeli hu. Ijjaatdar ghar se hu agar tum logo ko ghar me aate jate kisine dekh liya to meri ijajt kya rahegi.Pls hume chor do. Me bahut dari hui hath jor kaar mafi mang rahi thi. Kyuki pass wwali savitri ne bataya tha ki ye log bahut haramjade he. Mohale me kai orto ki jindgi barbaad kar chuke he. Me mafi mang rahi thi tabhi sahil ne zukkaar meri saree or peeeticot ekdum se utha liya or hasne laga.

Sahil: aah kaarim miya tumhari nayi orat ka badan to bahut sundar he, me aaj tumhari mdad kar raha hu to is badan ko nichorne ka labh muje bhi kabhi dijiyega.

Karim: sale soch bhi mat ab ye teri bhabhi he, ab to me ise roj roj pelunga or ha isi ghar me isike bistar pe or unka who ladka bhi muje bap bolega..Me do bache paida karlu fir chahe jo karna ho tumhe who kar lena tab tak to inki ful jaisi ladki divya bhi maa banne jaise ho jayegi.

Me bahut guusa hui..Kamine apni gandi juban par divya ka nam bhi mat lo. Or han me tumhare hath me aane se pahle khudkusi kar lungi. Karim saree khechte hua pass aa gya.

Saree kamar se khich li ,me blouse or peticot me thi peticot bhi upper utha hua tha. Karim ne ekdum se mere hoth pe hoth rakh diye or apne dono hath se meri gand dabane laga. Apni jib mere muh me dal di, meri jib chusne laga.

Ye pahli bar tha ki me kisi muslim ko chuu rahi thi par aaj to sari lilits cross ho rahi thi. Ek hath se mere bal khinche or muje sofe pe girakar mere muh ko chatne laga. Mene rokne ki or chikhne ki try ki tabhi usne kaha ki sahil iske bête ko bahar nikalo or hath pair bandhkar samne lao..Ye sunkar me kamjor ho gyi.. Nhi nhi pls aisa mat karo mere bête ko samne mat lao use kuch mat karo me hath jodti hu.

Kaarim : chup be randi..Me chahta hu ki tumhara beeta apne naye papa ko tumhare sath pyaar kaarta dekhe tumhaari pyari chinkhe sune.

Sahil jaldi hi toilet se bête ko lata he hath pair bandhe he or nanga kar diya he. Sofe ke samne farsh par band ke bitha diya. Muh band kar diya.. Who ro raha,ankh se ansu bah rahe the muje is hal me dekh ke.

Kaarim: sun ladke aaj se teri maa meri rakhel he. Agar tuje aitraz he to sahil tumhe treat karega. Or han aaj se ye randikhane me aakaar roj chodunga samje.

Sahil agar ye na mane to maro sale ko mut do unke upper aaj to uski maa uske samne hi chudegi. Ha ha ha..

Karim ne ekdum se mere blouse pe hath rakha or fad diya..Meri pink bra samne thi or usme se jyadatar boobs bahar aa chuke the..Usne muh mara or upper se boobs katne laga.Aahhh maaa ss pls rahne do..Or ek hi jatke me bra bhi tod di…me upper se nangi ho chuki thi, usne muje apne samne khada kiyaa or peticot ka nada bhi khol diya. Who gir gya..Unfortunately mere abhi hi panty utar di thi so me nangi ho gyi sarm ke mare mar rahi thi. Mene rote hua muh chipa liya. Who mere badan pe hath feerne laga..

Karim: aah kya orat he.. Teri maa jaisi orat kabhi nahi chodi mene. Mohale ki kafi orate chodi he par ye to alag hi mal he. Waise pati vrata jo he. Dusre mard ko chute bhi nahi or pati bhi sal me kuch din hi chodta he to seal pack mal he. Iski chut to mere pani se bharunga roj roj. Ja randi gand matkate hua ja or mere liye kitchen se pani lekar aa..

Me bina kuch bole gand matkate hua pani lene chali gyi or who meri tasvir khichne laga. Me buri tarah fas gyi thi.Mera nanga badan dekh kar who garam ho chukka tha. Me pani lekar aayi or apne hatho se pani pilana para. Who muje god me uthake kamre me le gye or piche bête ko doggy banke char pair pe sahil lekar aya or samne khidke se bête ko bandh diya.

Mere pati ke bed pe muje fek diya or apna pyjama utarne lage. Aaj tak is bed pe mene apne pati ke sath bahut masti kit hi or unka 6 inch ka lund liya tha. Par meri to usme bhi chinkh nikal jati thi. Wwaise who kabhi hi hardcore karte the. Hum jyadatar softcore karte the.

Aaj karim ne muje nanga karke wwwahi bed pe dal diya tha or khud nanga ho gya. Uska kala mota lund dekhke meri ankhe chodi ho gyi.

Who karib 9 inch se bhi jyada lamba or 2 inch mota tha. Jaise bda sanp hi na ho.Me bed pe hi piche hat gyi me nahi man sakti thi ki meri chut itna bda lund le payegi. Me bed se uthne ki try karti hu tabhi who meri upper aa jata he.Mere nangi chut pe apna muh rakhkar jib se tease karne laga. Meri ankhe bandh ho gyi thi. Sahil camera me meri tasvire khich raha tha.

Me bhi garam hone lagi thi karib 10 min tak who meri chut chusta raha or me kabhi gii ho gyi thi. Ab who upper aya or mere gore gore stan o masal raha hor dant se kante hua chus raha. Mere badan ne use apna na chaha who garam ho raha tha par man nhi man raha tha. Usne badi asani se muje garam kar diya meri chut pani pani ho gyi thi.

Ab usne apna mota lund jo abhi tak pura khda nhi tha or 9 inch se jyada tha who mere muh me diya. Mere gale tak lund pahoch gya jib apne aap usko sahlane lagi who tight hone laga or bahut mota tha mere muh fad diya. Mere bal pakad kar who muh chod raha. Bête se ye sab nhi dekha jar aha tha usne ankhe band karli par meri avaj sunke who meri halat dekh leta tha.

Ab karim ne mere gale se manglsutra nikal ke kala dhaga dal diya or kaha ki aaj se tu meri dusri orat ho gyi rand or ab tumhe suhagrat ka maja deta hu. Me tera sohar hut u meri gulam he.

Usne lund ka topa meri chut pe rakha. Me hath jod rahi ki meri chut mat fado mar jaungi. Par meri ek na sunte hua who under dhakelne ki try karne laga waise meri chu bahut tight thi use kafi jor lagana pada. Dard ke mare meri ankh me ansu aa gye. Me rone lagi use rokne lagi. Muje laga ki me barbad ho rahi hu lut rahi hu ise rokna chahiye par use rokna mere bas me nahi tha.

Uska topa ek inch under gya or me chinkh padi aaahhh maaa mar gyiii,,, plss bahar nikalo.. Sssss..Me tadapne lagi.Chadar khinchne lagi. Who jara ruk gya piche hata or fir se dhaka lagate hua or jyada under gya. Mera muh fata hi rah gya.

Usne meri bra mere muh me ghusa di me chila bhi nhi pa rahi thi ab. Who slowly slowly under badhta gya jab who karib 7 inch ghus chukka tha me behos jaisi ho gyi thi. 7 inch se or under jate hua meri chut usne faad di or chut se lund bahar khiya to who khun se bhiga hua tha. Usne lund se khun liya or mere sar pe laga diya. Me adhi behos thi.Who mere upper khada hua or muje hos me lane ke liye mere chahre par wahi bed pe khad khada mut ne laga.. Sssssss..Mere muh par garm pani jaisa mut aya or me hos me aane lagi. Kuch mut mere muh me bhi gya bed bhi kafi gila ho gya.

Ab fir se usne mere under dalna suru kiya. Ab mere me thodi himat aayi or me sahne lagi dhire dhire firse usne pura lund under dal diya or aram se under bahr karne laga. Haar dhake par me or pura bed hil raha tha pura lund under bahar ho raha tha lund khun se lal hota ja raha tha mere me takat nhi bachi thi ki me uska virodh karu..

Usi vakt bête ko sahil dusre kamre me le gya or bola ki me apni havas iske bête se mita dunga. Or dusre kamre se bête ki chinkh ne ki or rone ki avaj aa rahi thi idhar me lut chuki thi. Usne karib adha ghanta lagatar muje buri tarah choda or bich bich me ruk kar aram le lera tha. Abhi usne spped bahut bda diya mere muh seaaa aaaahhh aaahhh hi nikal raha thaa.

Ab who jadne wala tha. Mene request ki ki wwoh mere under na jade par who meri god bharne hi aya tha. Usne spped or badhai or ekdum se thum gya. Under jaisa garam sailab aya ho cum nikal kar meri chut or bachedani bharne laga thodi hi der me cum chut se bahar aane laga.

Usne lund nikal kar mere boobs or muh par cum nikala or ragad kar saf kiya. Ab tak me behos ho chuki thi. Usne meri khun or cum se chikne hua badan ki kafi tasvire khinchi or khudko saf karke sahil ko bulakar chala gya. Dusre kamre me bête kabhi hal mere jaisa hi tha. Who nanga pda tha gand se khun bah raha tha or behos ho chukka tha..

Dono room se cum, mut or sex ki intense bas aa rahi thi..Rat ko 11:30 par hum isme hal me akele pade the ghar ka darvaja khula tha. Or 1 baje divya aati he or dekhti he ki ghar khula he or under aake hum dono ko is halat me behos dekh ke rone lagti he or shocked ho ke wwahi gir jati he…

Dusre din tino aamne samne aate he or hadse ki bat hoti he tab pata chalta he ki maa ab karib ke hawas ka sikar ban gyi thi …….

Ab aage janiye kaise karim rita or divya ko apni rakhel banake use karta he agle part me.

Agar apko chudai story pasand he or koi feedback dena chahte he to mail me on [email protected]

Fucked Chachi On A Family Vacation


Hello ISS readers. I am new here.After reading a few stories here I got to realize I am not the only one who has been into something very unexpected.

Well about me I am a young professional who is really into married women.So don’t hesitate to contact me [email protected]> Trust me you will be satisfied like never before. Here is my erotic experience with my cousin Chachi, Shweta(name changed)

Moving on to the story. It happened when my family was on a vacation to Singapore and Bali. I come from a very affluent Delhi based family. We were 12 people on the trip i.e 3 families 4 each. Both the other families were my father’s cousins’.

We landed in Singapore at day it was around 12 pm, we went directly to the hotel by our chauffeur. We all planned to stay and relax for a couple of hours and then go out for shopping, First two days were really fun we went to Universal Studios and many other site seeing. I noticed my cousin chachi Shweta has been behaving awkward. I even heard chachu and chachi fighting from the other room one night. I thought it was nothing but a normal husband and wife spat. But later I realized it was a bit serious.

My chachu and chachi have two kids one boy 9 years old and a girl 4 years old.

On the third day, it all started happening. My chachi asked me to go out with her for shopping and I assumed she did not want to go out alone and she was angry at chachu so she must have asked me. We went out and did a shit load of shopping from her. She asked for my opinions and stuff. The next two days we ere with each other the whole time.Laughing talking and shopping. We came close as we started opening up to each other and asking each other personal questions.

She asked me about my gf which I told her about that I am having a problem with her she is always creating some or the other kind of a nuisance.

She consoled me and hugged me. On the 5th day, in Singapore, she texted me that she wanted to go for some imp shopping for our next destination Bali so I should keep myself free tom. I did as she asked but did not understand what was it about.

We went out and she took me to the LA Sanza store. I was very embarrassed and shy but she made me relax and said I want your opinion on something and I was shocked. That what possibly she must need my opinion on in a lingerie store.

She took me o this private changing area and she came out wearing these hot thongs and stuff and I was so fucking turned on by looking her in those clothes. Never saw her like that and never imagined anything sexual about her. She shopped 3 pairs 2 swimsuit bikinis and one hot lingerie.

We went back to the hotel. Next day I had a very serious headache.As it was our last day, everyone was excited to finish off all the site seeing list. But as I have a migraine I thought I should rest back in the hotel and get pumped for Bali.

After a few hours, everyone left and I was about to sleep as I heard a knock on the door.

I was surprised who it might be and to my surprise, it was Shweta chachi. I asked her that why she did not go with the rest of the family. She said she didn’t feel like as she would have gotten bored without me but she sent her both kids with their father(chachu). I was really happy to see her. We started talking then we planned to watch a movie. I don’t know why but all of a sudden my headache was gone. But there was a no good movie. So instead we just started talking about personal stuff.

We came in bed under the blanket eating drinking laughing.

Suddenly her head went down , I asked her are you upset chachi? She said umm yes I asked here what happened “she said your chachu is so lazy he doesn’t know how to satisfy me. He never does anything for me but whenever he want to do something he will. I said like what? She responded “asaif you don’t know,caressing, ” I said no? she said “sex” come on.

I was like “hmm” what could I have said.

Suddenly I felt her feet touching mine under the blanket. Oh god, I had a chill down my body. She was caressing my feet with hers . Within a few second, we were kissing madly. I started slowly tasting her lips then a little bit use of tongue and she responded as well.

Then with one hand I caressed her boobs which were fucking huge. She was wearing shorts and a tank top

I removed her top and there she was In her black bra. I slowly unhooked it and started kissing her neck

I started taking deep breaths over her erect nipples and huge fair milky boobs. She got wild she took my head and pushed it in her boobs

I started kissing her nipple then slowly start biting it using my saliva making it wet. After 15 mins of this boob play she came over me removed my tee and shorts . She kissed my neck chest and slowly went down. She took out my fully erected 6-inch dick. She was amazed she said your chachu has a very small dick it doesn’t even fucking feel like anything.

Then without giving a thought she took all of it in her mouth. Oh god fuck I was in another world

She started sucking it so hard back and forth and I could not control myself. Within 5 minutes of that heavenly blowjob, I came in her mouth. I exploded in her mouth was dripping my cum all over but she swallowed every drop of it and lick all of it away from my dick

I then turned her over and went down start kissing her navel. Using my tongue around it I bit her navel occasionally

She was going crazy. Then I slowly removed her ripped shorts. She was wearing a black satin hot panty. I started kissing her pussy over it. The panty was dripping wet. I carefully and slowly removed it. She started getting chill vibes. I started kissing her inner thighs slowly taking hot breaths. She was getting agitated I held her both legs over my shoulder and smelled her wet clean white pussy.

I then slowly place a peck or two and slowly start doing it with more passion. Using my tongue slowly on the clitoris.

Then I went wild opened her pussy wide and licked it deep. My tongue was all the way in. I was tongue fucking her for the next 10 mins as she had multiple orgasms.

But the time I was over, my dick was back in action. I fucked her in 3 positions for the next 2 hours nonstop. We were so wild and hungry.

Now its been 3 years and I still fuck her once in a while when I see her.

Massage And Gigolo Services To A Divorcee In Bangalore


Dear Readers,

Thanks a lot for all your appreciation and comments and feedback, because of which, I am posting my third sex story in ISS.

For those of you who doesn’t know about me, I am a 29-year-old IT professional from Bangalore. I am a trained massage therapist too and offer massage and therapeutic services to females in and around the electronic city in their doorstep. Now I am going to share one of my experiences with my client.

I had posted my ads in locanto saying the services that I offer and I used to get some good response from there. One lady pinged me once and introduced herself as Gayathri from Andhra. She said that she is 27 years old and had been married for just a year.

Within 2 months of their wedding life, she got to know that her husband has an affair with some other girl and when she enquired the same to him, all she got in reply were thrashes.

She went through all the trouble for some 5 more months and post that she can’t take it any further and decided to file her divorce. After filing it, she moved to Bangalore and started working in one of the IT start-ups as an HR professional. She is new to the city and was all by herself. She was not much used to household chores as she was the only daughter of a rich man. Here she stayed in a 1BHk apartment in HSR layout.

She added that she is having severe body aches and wanted to take a good pain relief massage. Initially, she insisted on taking massage from a female therapist and then later when I exposed my identity and truthful, she was kind of ok with it and fixed an appointment. Since it was a plain massage, I quoted just 5k for a 1-hour massage. She was ok with the prices and asked me to be there by the next Tuesday morning 11 AM.

I went there sharp by 10:45 AM and rang her Bell. I was dressed in a white t-shirt with a blue denim. I had a bag with me which had almond oil and also massage lotion. She opened the door and I introduced myself as Divakar and she invited me inside.

We never shared our pics and this was the first time we met each other. She was not so great in looks. She was a bit on the heavier side, wheatish in complexion. Her hair was colored and looked stylish when she let it free. Her face had some acne, but her lips were pink and clean stating that she doesn’t smoke or drink.

She was dressed in a t-shirt and track pant. Her stats should be around 36-30-38. I went in and she offered me a glass of lime juice, which I accepted happily. She then started describing what she wanted. She had taken massage from her housemaid, while she was in her native and was very much impressed by her massage. This is the first time, she is gonna get massaged by a male and was excited about it. We talked for another 15 minutes and then proceeded to her bedroom.

I asked her if she wanted a hard massage or a soft one and whether with oil or with lotion. She doesn’t seem to have much knowledge on those. Then I asked her to remove her dresses and lie with ass facing up. Meanwhile, I too removed my t-shirt and denim and changed to shorts for convenience. I took a handful of oil and poured it on her back. I slowly started to spread the oil across her entire back and massaged her back.

I gave more concentration on her shoulders and neck area, as she had some shoulder pain. She loved my massage and told that now she realized what is the difference between a masseur and a masseuse massage. I was massaging her back for almost 10 minutes now. I went down slowly and started to massage her legs. First I massaged her left leg right from her toe to thighs. I knuckled her leg fingers as well. Her legs were broad and her thighs were, even more, broader.

I spent more time on her calf muscles as she had pain on her legs too. Finished massaging both her legs and reached for her thighs. I spread her legs wide, so as to massage her inner thighs. When I was massaging her inner thighs slowly, she let out soft moans. After massaging her inner thighs, I reached her ass. Her ass was really heavy and wide too.

I spread her ass cheeks apart and wiped off her ass crack completely with a tissue. Then I poured some oil on her ass crack and inserted my palm vertically in her ass crack and rubbed all over the ass crack. She can’t control her moaning by now. I took some few drops of oil in my hands and poured it into her ass hole. Now I massaged her ass cheeks well and then asked her to turn around.

I noticed her front part only after she turned. She had a really big boob for her size. Should be around 36E. Her nipples and areola were brown in color. Her pussy was hairy, which she hid with her hands out of shyness. Then I started massaging her legs. Gave a good massage to her legs for almost 10 minutes and came up. Poured some oil on her belly button and massaged her navel area. She had a broader frame and thus her hips were wide too.

I took enough time to massage her hips and then started to massage her boobs. I started encircling her boobs and gave good pressure on her boob area. She started to moan again and started to search for my cock. I released my cock from my shorts and gave it in her hand. She started to stroke it slowly. She pulled my foreskin back and was touching and playing with the tip of my cock now. I started to tweak her nipples and pulled them. She had nice small nipples. Then I gave a good massage to her hands and played with her armpits for some time.

After giving a good massage for her top portion of the body, I went towards her head and placed her head on my lap and caressed her head and cheeks slowly. She started crying and said that her husband never gave her any such subtle gentle touches. I inserted my fingers inside her hair and started giving her a good head massage. She was excited and so happy with it. Then I massaged her cheeks, face, and neck.

I played with her ear lobes for some time and then said that I have finished my massage and asked if she needs any happy ending. She unaware of what it is, asked me what does a happy ending mean. I told her that I can give her a fingering or pussy licking service until she cums, which will be charged separately or she can take full service as well.She told that she wanted pussy licking as she never experienced it. But since her pussy was hairy, I declined that politely and told her that I can give her a great feeling in fingering itself. She too obliged for the same.

First I placed my entire palm on her pussy mount and squeezed it. I played like that for some 2 minutes and then rubbed my 3 fingers over her pussy. She was excited with this. I started rubbing over her pussy faster and her pussy lips started to open up. She started to cum by now itself. I held her right boob with my left hand and squeezed it.With my right hand, I rubbed her pussy lips faster. She was moaning heavily by now and was sweating too. I slowly inserted one finger inside her pussy lips and started to rub her labia.

I was damn sure she never experienced anything like this. I didn’t stop but. I brought my left hand from her boobs and opened her pussy lips apart with it. I could see her opening and inserted my right middle finger inside slowly. She was so tight.

With my left thumb, I started rubbing her clitoris. She started screaming like anything. Now I inserted one more finger inside her pussy and finger fucked her heavily. Her clit started to elongate and I still kept on playing with it with my left hand.

I took my hands away from her pussy area and made her bend her left leg. I slowly took her big finger from left toe inside my mouth and started licking it. Meanwhile, with my left hand, I inserted the thumb into her pussy and started to rotate it, such that it touches all the corners of the pussy walls. With my middle finger, I rubbed the elongated clit. I slowly raised her a little from the bed and took my right hand near her ass. I inserted my right small finger inside her ass hole slowly.

She started squeezing her boobs on her own. I inserted my right small finger completely inside her asshole and with my left hand, I played with my pussy. Her left toes were getting licked as well. I continued the same for another 5 minutes and she shuddered and came heavily. She was so satisfied with my service and told that she will call me regularly for massage.

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Office Receptionist Made Me Appreciate Old Women


Greetings readers!!

This is my first time writing a story about one of my relationships. It is to share my experience with you all how I came to love older women and also respect them. You can call me wade. I am 32 years old, live in gachibowli area in Hyderabad, 5’10” height, athletic as I play sports like tennis and squash, not for the last one year though.

I had a relationship with a woman when I first went from India to UAE for a job and the sex story is about how it happened.

This was in October of 2014. I got a job in Ajman which is one of the states in UAE, which was very nice on the beach. And I had got a job, which made me excited as it was my first time traveling out of India. So I joined the company as a coordinator where my job was to talking to clients regularly the whole time and administration and getting work done, which required me to take files, printouts, and any calls getting to reception. This required me to go to the reception desk frequently every day.

There was a Malayali lady named Sudha who was black, over weight and did not talk much but used to stare. She did not even work well, she was lazy and after a few weeks, I reported this to my immediate superior, who then managed to get another receptionist as he told me everybody is complaining, even clients about not been able to get the right information when they are calling.

Now, one day I think it was the end of October and I had joined in September, thought because of me one lady got fired but she was not there one morning and my manager told, she is working for last 3 months and had already got warning letters for her to work good and told me to relax and not think it was me the reason for her getting fired. As I speak very good English, my manager told me to sit at the reception desk till a new one comes which he said will be joining in few days.

I was doing my job well and one afternoon after a couple of days Sudha had left, my manager walked into the office with a lady. I saw them and I was sure she is the new receptionist, and I was happy I don’t have to do sit in reception anymore.

This lady was wearing a skirt and a blazer of gray color, white shirt inside. She had a lot of makeup on her face and she looked a bit old too. But when my manger introduced her, Varsha (not real name) she came forward, shook my hand and said hi very politely and full of energy.

She was 5’3″, white skin, 34c, and bit fat. Got a huge ass, though.My manager told her I have been taking care of the duties for past few days and I will explain her the work.

She had a smile on her face continuously, and when asked she said she has 8 years of experience as a receptionist. She was very fair with as I said a lot of makeup which was shining on her face, I couldn’t look at her face directly. I introduced myself and told her about my work and briefed her about her main responsibilities and asked her to take calls and take messages and if needed ask me and told her tomorrow I will show her the file folders and the login details and everything in the next morning and left.

That evening when I was working and needed things from reception, she was polite and smiling whenever I spoke, I felt relaxed as a lady was comfortable and speaking nicely, and said good bye as we left the office at around 7.

Next day when I arrived at 9:30 she was already there and when I entered she said good morning! Which felt great, which is not a usual thing, as I was new in UAE and this felt good. I went to my manger’s room, where I had a desk and a system took about 10 minutes to login and spoke to my manger over the phone reported him that I arrived and he asked me to train her about filing system, work procedures, call forwarding and her main duties.

I said okay and went to her and I said, good morning to her, she smiled and asked shall we begin the training, she said manager called and told her I would be explaining things.I said yes but let’s have tea first and had tea and then I got to know, she is a divorcee, her age is 44 years and has a 21-year-old son doing engineering in kerala and she is living in uae for past 8 years and how she got here with her husband and why she got divorced and etc.,. I just kept listening and as I spoke I got very comfortable talking to her and appreciated her of being a strong woman and not taking bullshit from her husband and living on her own and also raising a son.

I was surprised we spoke for about 10 minutes I think, and as usual the phone rang and I thought yeah I was so caught up in worry of new country, new job and forgot I have not had sex for more than 6 months. I don’t know why it suddenly struck but being with a women or she talking so nicely I felt very good. I stood and once the call finished I appreciated her for being a strong women and raising child and she said thanks, and I then started showing her drawers and files, stationery and phone transfer, company login and all those normal stuff.

During this, I went behind the desk and as we both we standing she had to bend and open the drawers and see the files and stuff inside, her ass touched my groin area, I had a moment of hard on and just went back, guys you how that is when something that suddenly happens.

I tried to be as distant as possible and when explaining the login details touching of shoulders and easy view into her dress, made me crazy because I was able to see her red bra, I remember the color and her white skin, I had a really good hard on and I thought while explaining, there is no issue her bro, just go for it, at least you have something to eat now. I was trying to touch as much as possible her shoulders and brushing her boobs and this went on for about nearly half an hour.

It was finished and she was sweet and said thanks and brushed my groin again a couple of times on her ass this was deliberately I had done. I was happy and went to my desk and sat and again went a couple of time because of some work as usual to her desk and she was smiling and seemed happy talking to me.

I came back and said to myself, do waste time just go for it, the coast is clear. In lunch time I went to her, she had bought lunch box, and I used to go to the hotel, she asked me to taste a little, everything was fine as none in the office found anything odd about me talking to her as it was only my job to talk to everyone for many works.

I pulled a chair and we sat opposite and she put her box on her lap and I was taking chapatis from her box on her lap, I was talking and I touched her lap, got no response, I was getting so much encouragement, I was on cloud nine even without anything actually happening. And for about half an hour our office gets empty after lunch for everyone goes for a smoke. Next day was my day of doing something and it went usual till lunch, with all smiles and usual work, I went for lunch early telling some reason to my manager and she invited me for lunch again

I asked her to wait for sometime at lunch time when everybody went down I went and sat with her I remember she was wearing again the same skirt she wore on first day with thongs, I forgot to mention, I was totally ready today and took on box kept on my lap and I had a hard-on as usual as I was excited, she didn’t seem to mind, she always talks about her son, I was listening and she saw the bulge and was taking the food from the box and I was getting my hand onto her box in her lap.

We sat side by side, so our hand brushes each other and when I tried to take food, each time I brushed my hand on her breasts, I was in heaven and the bulge was full on and I was in no mood to eat and I was sure I have to do something now because the time is less, I managed to get some curry on her skirt, said sorry and we were laughing .

I : ” sorry Varsha, I don’t know how it fell”, v : ” its okay sir, I will clean it after we finish”. I : “No no, I will clean, I had my lunch already” and she said no she will do it but I cleaned my fingers with tissue and took few more, placed the boxes on the desk and put my hands on her thighs. Fkkk believe me, I never thought I would be excited for an old woman and that too this was too soon.

I touched her thighs and she was not sure what to say, she was silent and trying to move back but I had my hands on her thighs, slowly took off the curry with tissue and I was talking to her all the time and felt as much as I can her thighs, she seemed to talk normally and the smiling again was on. I then slowly started making naughty comments and was now touching her thighs and feeling them actually and things were clear. After lunch people started coming in and I went for some work and started talking different things.

We talked and she also made comments on how I deliberately pushed my groin on her ass when training. We laughed and the next day I did the same early lunch and I asked her to wear some loose skirt. She used to wear dresses where every day I used to touch her and thighs and her boobs and she started shagging and after a lot of request blowjob, but the fear was fucking real and the best part the company had no cameras as it was a small company in Ajman.

I was happy and this went on for one month and I wanted to have sex which was never possible so I planned and made arrangements and told my manager that sir we need to work on Friday too because of some pending work. Manager said things to me and said okay and also I asked I need someone to make some filing done and some how managed to make him ask Varsha to come on Friday and take leave on next day. Manager came back and said she will come. When I went to talk to her regarding some work, she smiled and said, what is your plan?.. I smiled and said, we will have full time this Friday for us only and asked her to be prepared.

On Friday, I came at 10 am and she came at 10:30, I was so frustrated and eager to see her as I was fully ready and waiting. She came and saw and said, good morning, and asked me to don’t rush, wait. I was in no mood to wait, we did close the doors and everything and she went to the washroom and came back.

She was in saree that day, I just grabbed her and started kissing and lifted her holding her ass and grinding my dick over her saree. She stopped me and pushed me, and said, what are you doing you are spoiling my saree, I was shocked and understood that she has to look the same when she goes back.

I took my shirt and trouser off and she took her saree and she took a bed sheet out of her bag and placed it on the floor and we started kissing and I was sucking her lips.. I was hungry for sex and started kissing and biting her cheeks and she started enjoying, I was also getting excited.

I pulled her petticoat and found she had no panty, she removed she said and cleaned her pussy in bathroom.. I was happy and pressing her ass and grinding my dick over her pussy and removed her blouse and bra and I just started sucking and biting them,

I was really horny and got her on the floor and removed our clothes completely and I was grinding. I was soo hard, I had made plans to suck her but I just placed my two fingers and shaken her up a bit and directly pushed my dick into her, it was so fucking warm and juicy. And she just placed her hand on my tummy pushing me back, it was tight not very tight but it gripped my dick very nice and she looked at me and I looked at her and I gave a couple of push gently and hugged her and kissed her and started to ramming it in. Damn!!

I had just forgotten how heavenly it feels to have sex, I was in heaven and she was moaning my name and saying I love you continuously and I reciprocated saying I love you too baby.. And fucked her, kept kissing her, pressing her boobs. And pinching her nipples.They were fucking pink. I stopped and sucked them for a while and again started throbbing. She was in heaven for sure, and her moans were making me more excited,

I kept ramming her lifted her legs and rammed hard with speed and in 10 minutes I came. And just dropped on sofa and she went o washroom to clean up and when she came back she started sucking my cock and I got hard again, we took the bed sheet and placed it on the sofa, and I placed her and spread her legs and started licking and pressing her boobs,

My dick was hard but I wanted to lick pussy I literally ate her pussy, got my tongue inside and licked the layers, sucked her clit, bit her too just for fun, I sucked for nearly 15 minutes I think and I was too hard, then I got her in doggy style now was my time feel that fucking from behind. Pushed my dick inside her, had hold her tight and placed my hands on her breasts and started ramming real good, I was in heaven he warm pussy holding my dick right and she was her moans were the best part which made me feel great and I went fucking her like that for about 20 minutes with breaks

I made her lie on sofa on the side and lifted on leg and fucked her. I bit her boobs, sucking her nipples and biting them and again cummed. She was good and cleaned again my dick and went again to clean her pussy and came back and we lay there in sofa.

I was lying in sofa and she came and slept with me and we started kissing again and talking, we spoke like that for nearly 15 minutes and she sucked my cock and got it hard and sat over it and she did all the work now in cowgirl position and I was just holding her nipples and pulling them and then enjoying. She looked really beautiful and again got in missionary and fucked her, I came after about half an hour. When I came I just dropped myself on her and lay like that.

She continuously was asking me to move and let her to the washroom. I slowly moved and she got up and I just lied on the sofa, she bought water and cleaned my dick and cleaned herself with tissues and cleared everything around. I just fell asleep I din’ even realized that. She woke me up and I saw I had slept for one hour and she was fully dressed with makeup and everything, she looked like she just walked in the office.

She was asking let’s go and have lunch as she is hungry, and yeah, I was really hungry too also had good sleep but when I saw her all dressed up, I got a hard on again, she said no, not now she has to dress again, I said no way and she removed her saree again and I just lifted her petticoat and made her sit on me and removed he bra and started sucking my dick inside her pussy, she slowly was getting excited and started to move sideways and up and down, it was really great because I was sucking her breasts which were mature boobs as I was biting and suckling her nipples and she was moving her ass which was making all action inside her pussy foe me and after 15 minutes I got her into doggy again and fucked her for about 10 minutes and then I came.

We cleaned up and lay there hugging each other and kissing and cuddling for about 15 minutes and then she started getting dressed again and I watched her dress and then I went to the washroom and got dressed and went for lunch.

This I managed to four times only but the regular everyday talking, lunch continued. Blow jobs whenever possible and we also used to try to have a quick fucking session if possible but with fear, it is great fun, though. I loved the way she understood me and cared very much.

Well, readers, I think I might have bored you if you have read this completely, but this is how it happened I was happy for about 4 months because I left to Dubai after 6 months working in that company.

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Sex at the Freshers’ Party


Palash stared across the dining hall at the stunning hottie who was sitting at a table with her friends. She was laughing at something. He was captivated by her beauty; her big blue eyes, her slender neck, her pouting lips. He watched as she brought her fork up to her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the piece of pasta on the end and pulled the fork free. It was a simple, everyday act but Palash’s mind raced, and his groin reacted.

“Come on, dude, get a move on. Some of us actually want to get something to eat.”

Annapurna’s words shook Palash out of his trance. “Sorry.”

“No need to be sorry, Palash,” said Manjit, Palash’s other best friend. “Just choose something. It’s all shit so it doesn’t matter what.”

“Excuse me,” said the plump lady behind the counter. “If you think the food is that bad, you can always go and eat somewhere else.”

Except they couldn’t, and they all knew it. As students they were on a tight budget. The canteen that serviced the hostel where they lived offered the cheapest food around.

Palash chose from the meagre selection, paid and then found a table with three empty seats. He could still see her. She was still laughing. She looked in his direction. He didn’t know if she saw him staring, but he looked away. He didn’t even know her name. Annapurna and Manjit sat down either side of Palash.

“I don’t know why you’re so interested in her,” Manjit said. “She’s a stuck up cow.”

“How do you know? You don’t know her any better than me.”

“Exactly. We’ve been here nearly four months, and she hasn’t spoken to any of us yet. She’s got a chip on her shoulder.”

“Ignore him,” said Annapurna. “I’m sure she’d like you if she took the time to get to know you.”

“I’m going to ask her to the Freshers’ Party.”

Manjit laughed. “I can see it now. ‘Hi, you don’t know me but… ‘” He shook his head. “You’re a good guy, Palash, brilliant programmer, but sometimes you can be really thick.”

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The Freshers’ Party was the university’s second most popular event, ranking behind only the Foundation Day. The staff and students took great pride in their appearance for both. The men bought the booze they could afford, and the ladies spent more time selecting their dresses than wearing them.

Palash and Manjit waited for Annapurna to make her entrance. She and the other girls on their floor had been getting ready for over two hours. The boys didn’t mind waiting; it gave them an excuse to crack open a bottle of whisky and smoke some joints. They continually slapped themselves on the back and complimented each other on their finery.

Annapurna was unquestionably attractive, although she insisted that she was at least a stone overweight. Neither Manjit nor Palash could understand why she would want to be stick thin.

“Personally, I like a bit of meat on a girl,” Manjit had said one drunken night. “It gives you something to grab hold of.”

She strode into the small kitchen that they shared, and Manjit trumpeted a mock fanfare. “Ladies and Gentlemen! May I present, all the way from Bangalore — the delicious, Miss Annapurna Prasad!”

Annapurna had hired a dark green, satin evening gown, the same colour as her shoes. It had a tight fitting bodice, which she claimed was to ‘hold in the flab’, and it hung loosely from her hips, rippling and catching the light as she walked. She had teased her dark brown hair up on the back of her head, and left loose strands curling down her back and around her face. She’d finished off the outfit with a pair of fake diamond earrings, which, although cheap, caught the light and sparkled as if they were real.

“Magnificent,” said Palash. “Whoever it is that you’ve got your eye on is a very lucky man.”

“Thank you.” Annapurna blushed. “You don’t scrub up too bad yourself.”

Palash straightened his lapels and puffed out his chest.

“You look really nice, Annapurna,” Manjit said. He kissed her cheek. “Can I get the lady a drink?”

“That would be delightful, kind sir. Do we have any white wine?”

“Unfortunately not, ma’am. We have half a bottle of red, Jack Daniels, or cheap beer.” Manjit laughed. He was finding it difficult to maintain his phoney posh accent.

Annapurna laughed too. “I guess it’ll have to be the cheap stuff then.”

It was already dark as the students made their way to the students’ union building. The venue for the Freshers’ Party was affectionately called ‘The Garage’ by the locals. A stark concrete box, devoid of any architectural merit, it was revered and reviled in equal measure.

The night was crisp and clear, although dark clouds gathered in the distance. There was a light frost and the pale moonlight gave familiar buildings an eerie quality. The grass verges were tinted white. The asphalt sparkled.

Many of the students were in pairs, excitedly chatting as they walked arm in arm. Others were in small groups, still more in large groups. No one was alone. Not tonight.

Annapurna walked arm in arm with Manjit and Palash, clinging to both of them and cursing her high heels.

“Damn things. I should have worn sensible shoes.”

Manjit had offered her his long black coat as soon as they left the hall and discovered how cold it was. He draped it around her shoulders but she still shivered.

There was a queue at the union. It took them almost twenty cold minutes to be admitted. Inside, the building had been transformed into a winter wonderland. Fake icicles hung from the ceiling and staircase. The walls were decked with fake rain and the windows were frosted.

The building had two bars. One had a traditional layout, with seats arranged around tables, dim lighting and a strange smell coming from the beer stained carpet. The other was in the dance hall, occupying the length of one wall. Both bars were surrounded by a throng of people trying desperately to attract the attention of one of the bar staff. The three friends opted for the bar in the dance hall. It was more crowded, but had more staff and less smell.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome on stage, a local band that are going to be huge this year. You will love them and they are here to rock your world tonight! It’s Honey’s Sings!”

The crowd cheered as the band took to the stage, and the cheers grew louder when they launched into an hour-long set.

After they finished, the resident DJ took over while the stage was reset. Manjit, Annapurna and Palash hadn’t been able to get near the stage during the performance. Instead they had watched from the raised seating area opposite the bar.

Palash leaned on the railing that separated his area from the dance floor, watching people come and go as they refilled their glasses.

She was there. Her black hair straight and sleek. Her brown eyes sparkling. He stared at her. She looked his way and this time he was certain she caught him watching.

“Who you looking at?” Annapurna asked. She followed his gaze. “Oh. Her. How come you haven’t asked her to dance?”

“I couldn’t. Not now. I mean, I asked her to be my date, and she laughed in my face.”

“You know, Palash, if I didn’t know you and you asked me to the Party out of the blue, I think I’d turn you down too. You can’t be too careful these days.”

“She didn’t just turn me down, Annapurna. She laughed in my face. I mean, she actually laughed at me.”

“It was probably out of nervousness. Forget it, come and dance with me instead.”

“How could I refuse?”

They joined Manjit, who was already dancing. He was delighted to see them. He gave Annapurna a hug and kissed her cheek. It wasn’t long before the second band took to the stage. The Sulaimans were billed as stars because of two recent top twenty hits.

The students rocked along with The Sulaimans for a full hour and a half. It was approaching midnight when the band finally quit and the DJ took over once more. He gleefully announced that there was four hours of the party left and launched into a string of hit songs and party tracks. Palash, Manjit and Annapurna danced along with everyone else.

After half an hour of frenzied dance floor activity, Manjit wanted a drink. He had a quick word in Palash’s ear before he left.

“Your sweetheart seems to dancing with all and sundry. You’re bound to get in there tonight. Why don’t you go over and ask her. You never know, you might even get a kiss.”

Palash smiled and Manjit set off for the bar. Palash left his other friends and headed for his dream girl. She had her back to him. He tentatively tapped her shoulder. She turned around.

“Hi, Sangita.”

“Oh. It’s you.”

“Would you like to dance?”

“I’m already dancing, thank you.”

“With me, I meant.”

She laughed. “With you? Are you joking?”

“No.”

“If I’d have had any intention of dancing with a nerd like you, don’t you think I’d have let you pay for my ticket when you offered?” She laughed again.

“I just thought…”

“Go back to your keyboard, you computer freak.” She turned her back on him and joined her friends in a loud, hearty laugh.

Palash trudged wearily away. He headed for the DJ’s booth, which was on a raised platform at the rear of the dance floor. He leaned on the railing that surrounded it and stared at Sangita. Manjit appeared and shoved a bottle of beer into his hand.

“Cheer up, bro. It might never happen.”

“It already has.”

“Oh. Right. Well. Never mind, eh? Bottoms up.”

Manjit took a swig from his own bottle and then bounded to the dance floor where their friends were enjoying themselves. Palash stayed put, leaning on the rail and staring out across the throng of revellers. When he came to university, he thought he’d get away from the name-calling and stereotyping.

He sucked on his beer and wallowed in his misery. None of the people who he watched enjoying themselves had a clue how he was feeling. None of them felt as bad as he did. Why had he been so stupid as to ask a girl like Sangita to dance?

“Palash! Palash, come and look.” Annapurna’s words shook him out of his trance as they so often did. It was as if she could sense when he was wallowing.

“Annapurna? What? Look at what?”

“Come. Look.” Annapurna tugged on Palash’s arm.

She led him to the exit. Her eyes had a misty glaze caused by too much to drink, and her voice had taken on child-like excitement.

“Where’re we going?”

“Outside, come on.”

The doorman stamped their hands with invisible ink before he let them out.

“It’s raining.” Palash was surprised. He’d never know it rain this early in winter.

“Isn’t it lovely?” Annapurna seemed even more excited now she was outside.

Palash nodded his agreement. A thin dusting of rain covered the pavement and the surrounding buildings, and large raindrops fell down from heaven. Annapurna held out her hand and got wet. She squealed. Palash thought it as if she’d never seen rain before.

Continuing her childish behaviour, Annapurna ran out into the rain and spun around, trying to catch as many of the fat flakes out of the air as she could. Palash shook his head, and wondered how many drinks she’d had to make her act this way.

“Annapurna, come on back inside. You’ll catch your death out here.”

“Oh, stop being such an old fuddy-duddy. It’s not cold, not really.”

“Annapurna, it’s raining. It has to be cold or it wouldn’t be. Now come inside.”

“Make me.” Annapurna bent down and kicked a splash of water at Palash.

The water hit him on the chest. “Why you…” He bent down and scooped up some water of his own.

But Annapurna had already run off. She skidded to a halt, giggled drunkenly and splashed some more water. She had to dodge Palash’s splashes before she could throw hers back. Again she found her mark. Palash laughed, flung another kick, and chased after her. She turned tail and fled as fast as her heels would allow.

Palash wore a pair of loafers with a smooth sole, making pursuit difficult. He slipped and slid, but he still managed to catch Annapurna as she tried to duck into the bushes at the side of the building.

“Damn stupid heels,” she said. “I knew I should have worn flats.”

They both started laughing.

“Good to see you’ve cheered up,” Annapurna said. “I hope you’ve got her out of your system now.”

“What d’you mean?”

“Well, you’ve been so focused on her, you haven’t been looking anywhere else. If you look, I’m sure you could find someone closer to home.”

“Yeah, right. Like who?”

Annapurna held her arms open, and raised her eyebrows.

“You?”

Annapurna nodded. “You must have noticed that I like you, Palash. Everyone else has. Even Manjit, and I think he’s a bit sweet on me himself.”

Palash shook his head slightly. He hadn’t seen any of this.

“See what I mean, too focused in the wrong direction.”

She took a step closer to him, brought her hands up to his face and pulled him to her for a kiss. Palash was in a daze. It was all happening too fast. Annapurna tried to force her tongue into his mouth, and unthinkingly Palash let her.

She moved her hands down from his face and embraced him. Finally gathering his wits, Palash wrapped his arms around her and squeezed tightly. Annapurna moaned. Suddenly she moved her hands around and fumbled with Palash’s fly.

“Annapurna! What are you doing?”

“I want you, Palash. I’ve waited four months. I don’t want to wait any longer.”

“But here? Someone might see.”

“You’re right.” She dragged him further into the bushes. “That’s better.”

She pushed him up against the wall. It was still raining, but they were surrounded by bushes behind and above them, and only a few raindrops drifted down to them. Annapurna kissed Palash again and went straight for his trousers. She had them open in seconds and they fell to his ankles.

Her hands dived into his shorts and found his rapidly hardening cock. She pumped it gently and swelled even more. Then she fell to her knees and yanked his shorts down. Her eyes widened on sight of his dick. She examined it, moving her head to look at it from different angles.

“He must be cold,” she said as a raindrop landed on the tip. “I know what’ll warm him up.”

She opened her mouth and engulfed his cock. Palash was still too shocked by this chain of events to do anything other than lean back against the wall and enjoy it.

She worked his cock in and out of her mouth with such skill that Palash assumed she had done this before. She swirled her tongue around the bulbous head before taking his cock into her mouth until it pushed against her throat, making her gag.

Palash wasn’t used to blow jobs. He’d only ever experienced one before—from a girl at school who had drunk almost an entire bottle of vodka at a friend’s party. But she hadn’t given him the sensations that Annapurna was now creating in his loins. He held her head and rocked his hips slowly in time with her motion.

He was going to come soon. He knew it. “Ah, god. Oh, Annapurna. I’m going to…”

“Come on then. Come for me, Palash. Come for me.”

She pumped his cock while sucking on the end like a lollipop. That was enough. Palash could stand no more and he thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock past her ruby red lips, and groaned as he exploded into her mouth. He thought he would never stop coming, but Annapurna swallowed and kept swallowing, until she had devoured every last drop of semen.

“Oh, wow. Annapurna, I’d never have guessed.”

Annapurna huffed. “I hope you’re not too worn out.”

“Why?”

“It’s my turn now, stupid.”

She shifted to the side and lifted up her dress. She pulled it up over her hips, revealing the black lace-top stockings and lacy knickers beneath. Her unexpectedly slutty behaviour kept Palash hard.

“Well? Come on then.” She put her hands against the wall and thrust out her bottom.

Palash may not have been worldly wise, but he got the message. He came up behind her and grabbed her hips.

“What you planning to do, Palash? Fuck me right through my knickers?”

Palash shrugged. He pulled her knickers down to her knees, then grabbed his cock and aimed it at her exposed pussy. Raindrops still fell through the gaps in the trees overhead, landing on Annapurna’s bare bum.

Palash slipped his dick into his friend. She gasped as he penetrated her, and again when he pulled out and thrust back in.

It was raw, it was passionate. They didn’t make love, they didn’t have sex. They fucked. They fucked like animals in heat. He thrust into her with tremendous force, and she pushed back against him, trying to get more and more of him inside her, urging him to reach deep inside and touch places that had never been touched before. Annapurna’s dress fell down, covering them. Palash pushed it back up out of the way. He enjoyed watching his cock repeatedly disappear inside her.

So ferocious was their fucking that Palash banged against a bush behind him, causing the rain that had settled on the trees overhead to fall onto them. But they didn’t care. They kept on fucking.

Annapurna came first. The cold rain on her ass, Palash’s relentless thrusts, and the prospect that they might still be caught, launched her into an orgasm of such intensity that it left her floundering at the edge of reason and consciousness.

Her legs gave way and Palash had to hold her up. It was as if he was fucking a rag doll, loose and limp. He thrust harder and faster, harder and faster and roared when he came for the second time, flooding her pussy instead of her mouth.

He pulled out of her, and collapsed on the rain-covered earth. Annapurna recovered herself, pulled up her kickers and adjusted her dress.

“Oh, my.” Her face was flushed, her makeup smudged, her hair a mess.

“You look like you’ve just been fucked seven ways from Saturday,” Palash said.

“I have.” She laughed. “Do I really look that bad?”

“You look amazing. Just, freshly fucked, that’s all. And your hair is all wet.”

She giggled. “Well, I can’t very well go back in with wet clothes.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“You’ll do a damn sight more than that I hope. We’ve still got three hours before the others get back.”

Palash stood up and dressed himself. He and Annapurna then fought their way out of the bushes and trudged arm-in-arm through the deep puddles now covering the square in front of the campus.

As they walked Palash turned to look at the wet building. It wasn’t quite the Ice Palace on the outside that it was on the inside. He looked up to the Christmas tree someone had placed on the roof. The coloured fairy lights that adorned it were shining from under the rain, making it look magical.

His eyes cast downwards again and noticed a figure standing in the large window above the entrance. It was too dark to be sure, but Palash thought it was Manjit.

The figure raised a hand and wiped something from his eye. Then he turned and went back to the party.

“What you looking at?” Annapurna asked.

“Nothing.” He kissed her. “It’s nothing.” He hugged her to him and they continued the trek home.

 

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Ellora Bhabhi Gets Fucked in the Parking Lot


Ellora Prabhakar was drunk, but she didn’t care. It wasn’t her fault—a bottle of Sula and two rum cocktails did that to a girl. Sanjay and Hari promised it wouldn’t turn into a business dinner—but that’s what they always said. Ellora usually spent dinner gossiping with Hari’s wife, Shreya. But she had cancelled at the last second and stayed home instead. So Ellora was all alone with two MBAs. Who could blame her for drinking a bit more than usual?

“If we go for a Versova property, we’ll get a fifteen per cent margin,” said Hari.

“And a whopping big EMI,” said Sanjay. “Whereas we can afford Malad without an EMI.”

“But it only has a ten per cent margin.”

Sanjay breathed deeply. “It certainly is a big decision.”

“Big decision.”

“Why don’t you just get both?” said Ellora.

Sanjay looked at his wife as if he’d forgotten she was there. “Sorry?”

“It’s what I do when I can’t decide. I get both.”

“Darling, we’re not talking about shoes here. Why don’t I get you another cocktail? Waiter!”

Sanjay and Hari plotted world domination in Mumbai. It didn’t look like they’d be leaving the restaurant any time soon, even though the meal was over and the bill had been paid. But Ellora had a cunning plan. At least her wine-soaked brain told her it was cunning.

“Honey,” she slurred. “I’m going out to get some air. I’ll meet you back at the car.” If she left, Sanjay would be sure to follow soon, and she could go home to bed. If Sanjay didn’t follow, she could make him feel guilty for weeks for leaving her waiting. Who said alcohol impairs your judgement?

The restaurant was in the heart of Marine Drive. The multi-story where they had parked was ten minutes away—easily a long enough walk to clear her head and prevent a hangover. Ellora strolled. She wasn’t in any real hurry. None of the clubs had closed yet, so the streets didn’t seem as dangerous as they would when filled with drunken yobs taunting each other and fighting over glamour-model wannabes in fake Rohit Balls and white stilettos.

She passed a bistro—less exclusive than the restaurant she had just left. Young couples sat at small tables in its large, street-facing windows. Their faces were flushed with the happiness of early love. One couple held hands and stared into each other’s eyes across the candlelit table. Another fed each other ice cream. A third couple kissed—a deep, lingering, passionate kiss. Ellora caught herself watching them.

“How long has it been since Sanjay kissed me like that? I miss being kissed like that.” Ellora often talked to herself. Sometimes she felt like she was the only person who listened.

She watched the lovers until they broke their kiss, and then she set off for the car park again. It was a warm night. Had Ellora been wearing an overcoat, she’d have taken it off, but she wasn’t. All she wore was a powder-blue satin summer dress and her favourite lacy underwear. The white bra and knickers set, and her tan stockings, made her feel very sexy.

“Shame Sanjay never notices how sexy I look. Or feel. He hardly notices me at all, the miserable git.”

She neared the edge of the Marine Drive, where the restaurants and bistros gave way to bars and nightclubs. She came to the entrance of Planet Bollywood, a notoriously rowdy bar. An attractive young woman shot out of the door and past Ellora. An equally young and attractive man chased her.

“Hey! Watch it!”

The pair took no notice of Ellora. They disappeared into the alleyway at the side of the building that was even more notorious than the bar itself.

“I wonder what you’re up to? You ought to get a room—you’d be much more comfortable.”

Ellora glanced down the narrow gap between buildings as she passed it. The young girl had pushed her partner up against the wall and knelt before him, fumbling with his trousers. Beyond them, Ellora could see another couple. The woman had her hands on the wall to support herself while some young stud rammed into her from behind.

“Lucky cow.”

Ellora sped up. It seemed to be taking her twice as long to return to the car park as it had earlier in the evening, when she’d gone back to retrieve the handbag she’d left behind. She was getting hornier by the second. It had been over a month since Sanjay last climbed up and thrust his cock into her. And, even then, he’d not finished the job. He’d took his pleasure—what there was of it—rolled off, rolled over and gone to sleep. Ellora had had to finish things herself.

She stopped walking and stared at the sky. “It’s not much of a cock, but I do wish he’d use it more. Is that too much to ask? For my husband to make love to me once in a while?”

Ellora needed sex. She needed to get laid. She needed a damn good fucking. So she made a decision. Whatever it took, she’d make sure that, when they got home, her husband would give her what she needed. She plotted her campaign and paid no attention to where she was going. Luckily, her feet knew the way and stopped when they reached the parking lot.

“Did we park on five or six?” she asked the moon. “It was five wasn’t it? I’m sure it was five.” She climbed the stairs and stumbled out onto the fifth level. Through her drunken haze, she searched for Sanjay’s car. The car park was cold, damp and dimly lit. Several of the fluorescent strip-lights overhead were smashed. It reminded Ellora of a set from one of the slasher movies she’d watched in her youth. She half-expected a masked axe man to jump from the shadows and start chasing her. There were only a handful of cars left—a shabby blue Maruti Alto, a new BMW and a sleek, black Mercedes, crouched in a corner, like an exotic predator trapped in a concrete cage. “Well, look at you. Aren’t you a beauty? All sleek and sexy. I understand why those models in Sanjay’s calendar drape themselves over you like that.”

She ambled over. The closer she got, the better the Mercedes looked. The pristine paintwork shone, even in the poor light. Ellora admired every curve and every line of the machine. It was perfect.

“I know plenty of boys who’d kill to drive you. But the closest they’ll ever get is watching thingy-me-wotsit off the telly. Dickless wonders, that’s what they are. I mean, who’d buy you, huh? Some knob-head with no knob who couldn’t fuck a girl right in a million years, that’s who. You’re just a big, shiny replacement penis.”

She ran her hand along the front wing and was surprised by the lack of an ear-shattering alarm. She put both hands on the car and pushed down, bouncing the suspension. Still no alarm. “Someone’s gonna be really pissed off when they find out your alarm’s not set. Mind you … Gives me an idea. You’d prefer me draped over you to some skinny, no-tits, bikini-girl, wouldn’t you?”

In Ellora’s mind, the car’s grill widened into a smile and it flashed one of its headlights as if winking at her. She slipped off her shoes and clambered onto the bonnet. She imagined a photographer directing her like he would the models. She posed for him and blew kisses at the camera. She lay on her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows. Her dress gaped. The make-believe photographer was mesmerised by her breasts. She caught him staring and smiled. She sat up and pushed her breasts together, offering them to the photographer.

That’s nice, baby. That’s nice. Work it. Work it. The photographer reeled off snap after snap.

Ellora lay back on the cold metal, stretched her arms above her head and kicked her legs in the air. The hem of her flimsy dress fell and revealed her slender thighs and lacy stocking-tops. She put her feet back on the bonnet and let her legs fall apart. She pushed her breasts together again.

The photographer loved it. Work it, baby. That’s it. Give it to me. You look great.

Ellora squeezed one breast hard. She slipped her other hand down her belly and into her knickers. She rubbed her clit. Gently. Gently. A bit harder. Harder. Almost there. Almost there.

Someone coughed.

Ellora was so caught up in her fantasy she hadn’t heard anyone approach. She almost fell off the car. She sat up and looked towards the sound. A middle-aged man, with a wicked gleam in his eyes, grinned at her. She slid onto the cement floor, feeling foolish. She adjusted her dress, trying to regain a small amount of respectability.

“It didn’t have a hood-ornament when I left,” said the stranger. “Not that I’m complaining. As hood-ornaments go, you’re one of the best I’ve ever seen. Certainly better than a three-pointed star or a leaping cat.”

Ellora smiled weakly, but didn’t know what to say. She looked at the floor.

“I do hope you haven’t scratched it.” He bent down to examine the paintwork.

“I can’t have,” she said. “I took my shoes off. I can’t have. I didn’t mean to. I just couldn’t resist.” Ellora held her hands in front of her and twisted her wedding ring around her finger. She screwed the ball of her foot into the floor.

“I understand,” said the stranger. “It’s a beauty, isn’t it? I doubt I’d be able to resist either, if I were you. Oh, no … look at this”.”

She looked at the bonnet where he was pointing. An inch-long, silver gash in the black paint stared back at her. “H … How?”

The stranger pointed to her head. “What’s that?”

Ellora felt the back of her head. She’d forgotten all about her hairgrip.

“Don’t look so worried,” he said. “It’ll be easy to fix.”

“Do you really think so?”

“Yeah. It’s just a tiny little scratch. Isn’t even worth bothering the insurance company with. I’m sure we could settle it just between us.”

“Settle? You want me to pay for it?”

“Something like that. Let’s call it compensation, of sorts.”

Her jaw dropped.

“I’ve had a really shitty day,” he said. “And this … Well, this just tops it off. So, how about I relieve a little tension and fuck you right here on the bonnet? Then we’ll call it even. Forget all about the damage? Although, you’ll have to take your hairgrip out—we wouldn’t want to make it worse.”

“What? Are you mad? Anyone could see us.”

“I thought you couldn’t resist. Besides, from what I’ve just seen, you look like you could use a good fuck.”

“My husband could arrive any minute.”

“Exciting, isn’t it?”

Under the façade of Ellora’s middle-aged respectability, a reckless teenage girl screamed to get out. The adventurous girl that Ellora had once been. Before she met Sanjay. So what if he catches you? Teenage Ellora whispered. It’ll be interesting to see his reaction. Will he be angry? Jealous? Aroused? Maybe he’ll show some of that passion he had for you before you got married. She hesitated, but when she looked up, she saw the stranger’s challenging smile. “Why not?” she said, as much to herself as to the stranger.

She grabbed the hem of her dress, pulled it over her head and threw it onto the concrete. Her bra followed. She watched his eyes. They were drawn to her nipples, which had hardened as the night air hit them. He stepped closer and passed under one of the few working strip-lights. Ellora saw him clearly for the first time. He had the weathered face of someone who worked outdoors—dark, heavy-set eyes and bushy eyebrows. His forehead was furrowed, and he had age-lines around his mouth. His greying hair gave him a quiet, distinguished look.

He reached out and cupped her breasts. His hands were rough on her smooth skin. He bent down and drew a nipple into his mouth. She moaned as the stranger aggressively sucked. The stubble on his chin rubbed against her flesh and sent shivers down her back. She held his head tightly to her chest. He deftly hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her knickers and slipped them over her hips. She wiggled her body so that they fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

The stranger mauled her breast with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other. He flicked her nipple with his tongue. Ellora’s mind spun, and she lost all sense of the world around her. She gasped when he rammed two fingers into her cunt. He’d caught her off guard, and she lost balance. She put her arms behind her and leaned against the car. The strength in her legs failed as he ravaged her slit and caused tremors in parts of her body that had, until now, lain dormant.

She was a whirl of conflicting sensations: cold, hard metal against her hands; wet, warm mouth on her breast; strong, hard fingers in her cunt. Her emotions were equally as messed-up: fear of being caught mixed with thrill and excitement; a twinge of guilt for cheating on her husband offset by wanton lust.

Then all the sensations stopped.

The stranger stepped back and undid his trousers. Ellora watched and waited. Watched the huge bulge in his shorts. Waited for the fucking. When he was as naked as she, he stepped forward. She lifted herself onto the car and spread her legs in invitation. She rested her feet on the bumper. She whimpered as he stroked his cock-head up and down her slit. Gasped when it brushed her clit. Moaned when he thrust into her. He filled her. Stretched her. She’d never felt so good, so full. He moved slowly, rhythmically. Each stroke sent wave after wave of pleasure to every nerve ending in her poor, over-stimulated body.

He pulled out.

“No! No! Put it back. Please, put it back.”

He pulled her down from the car and spun her around. She knew what he wanted. He put his hand on her back and bent her over the bonnet. The metal shocked her nipples. But then she was filled again, and the cold didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but the cock buried deep inside her.

“Oh, yeah. That’s right. You’re fucking me right. So good. So good.”

She had nowhere to go—she was trapped between his hot, hard body and the cold hard metal. Each thrust rubbed her nipples against the car. Her whole body was on fire. He scratched his nails down her back. She was sure he left marks.

“Ouch. That hurts!”

He thrust into her harder. “You scratched the paint—it’s only fair that I scratch you.”

“Oh, yeah. Harder. Harder. That’s it. Oh … Oh … Yeah.”

Her gasps and cries grew in volume, until she erupted in ear-splitting orgasm. Her cunt clenched around his cock—clenched tight, as if it would never let go. His thrusts were no longer slow and rhythmic. They were rapid and erratic. He must have been close. He held her hips tight and, with a final shove and predatory roar, he emptied himself inside her. His warmth spread through her. He kept coming. He came so much that Ellora felt his seed leak out and trickle down her leg.

He fell forward and pinned her to the bonnet. He growled in her ear. “Oh, yeah. You’re a wonderful fuck.”

His words made her feel nasty, used and humiliated. But, at the same time, she’d just had the most exciting, exhilarating time of her life. She shivered, partly from the excitement and partly because she was only now realising how cold it had become. She tried to push herself up but he was too heavy for her. Her struggle pushed his shrinking cock out of her with a pop. His seed flooded out.

He stepped back and let her up. Her legs were unsteady and she had to use the car for support. She noticed the silvery pool beneath her, glistening in the artificial light. She stood and retrieved her clothes. When they were both dressed, the stranger smiled at her. He stepped forward and kissed her for the first time.

“Thanks. I enjoyed that.” Then he walked away.

She watched him pull his keys out of his pocket and unlock the shabby blue Maruti Alto a few yards away. He climbed in. The engine stuttered a few times before it exploded into life. He waved at her as he drove away.

Ellora jumped when she heard Sanjay’s voice. “Sorry I was so long, darling. You know how Hari can be. You forgot to take the keys with you. I hope you weren’t too cold.”

He took the keys out of his pocket and pressed a button on the fob. The Mercedes beeped back at him. He glared at her. “I don’t fucking believe it. You forgot to re-set the alarm when you came back for your bloody handbag. Didn’t you, you stupid fucking cow!”

“Okay. No need to swear. It’s only a car for God’s sake.”

“Only a car? Only a fucking car? This is over a 30 lakh rupees worth of handcrafted, precision engineering. How many fucking times do I have to tell you? You have to be careful with it. Gosh, Ellora.”

He walked towards the car and slipped in the pool of semen. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Some wanker’s been wanking off over my car. This is the last time I park here! This place is full of fucking weirdoes.”

He caressed the bonnet, and then froze. “There’s a scratch! A fucking scratch! I’ll have to take it down to the fucking garage tomorrow. Shit, I don’t believe this. It’s gonna cost a fucking fortune.”

Ellora watched him mourn his damaged paintwork.

I wonder? the reckless, teenage Ellora said to her older self. Do you think he’ll notice the scratches on your back as quickly?

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Sex with Bhabhi at Shivaji Park


I was in the middle of a flower bed in Shivaji Park which is near my home, doing a little macrophotography. I had been shooting flowers and the occasional bumblebee for about a half-hour. The park is home to a cricket field, a basketball court, and various practice pitches, since it was mainly intended for the city’s cricket lovers. The Mumbai Municipal Corporation had installed a couple of flower beds around the perimeter, surrounded by low stone walls, and the summer’s weather had been good to the flowers, and the fat bees.

I looked up at one point, and noticed her watching me from a corner of the flower bed. She was one of my neighbours, a cute little hottie who had obviously just dropped one of her kids off at the cricket practice that was underway across the park. She must have picked him up right after work, as she was still in a dress and heels, rather than jeans or shorts like most of the other upper middle-class moms. I rocked back from my knees, and looked at her.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Please don’t let me disturb you. I saw you from across the park and was just wondering what you were doing in the middle of the flower bed. I’ll leave you alone.”

She started to turn away, and something made me call out to her. “No, don’t go. I was about to wrap up anyway, so you’re not disturbing me at all.” To prove it, I stood up and lifted my camera and tripod out of the dirt, and started navigating my way through the flowers to the edge of the stones, where I had left my gadget bag. She turned back, and slowly wandered over to where I was, sitting down on the stone wall, hands clasping her knees.

As I started rummaging in my gadget bag, she looked at my equipment, and said, “You certainly seem to have some professional gear. Do you make money at this, or is it only a hobby?”

“Well, it’s mainly a hobby that I can’t really afford, so I do some work that I get paid for, and that keeps me in equipment.” As I picked up a second camera from my bag, I turned to look at her, and was caught by the way the sun was striking her face, glowing through her hair. She had let it down from the ponytail it was originally in, and it fanned around her face and over her shoulders, the light breeze moving wisps of it across her face.

I immediately brought the camera to my eye and started shooting, framing her head and shoulders with the zoom lens, then moving in for the head shot. I leaned at different angles, and kept shooting as she moved her head to look at me.

“What are you doing? Don’t take my picture. I really don’t like to be photographed.”

I ignored her complaints, as the camera loved this woman. I started directing her to turn her head, bring her chin down a little, put a hand to her face, and run her fingers through her hair. She actually stopped complaining with my first posing direction, so I kept shooting, and kept talking to her. I paused after a moment, and asked, “Why don’t you like having your picture taken?”

“Because I never look good in pictures. I’m not very photogenic.”

“You haven’t been photographed correctly. Take a look, you look great in the photos.” I showed her some of the shots I had taken, using the preview screen on the back of my camera.

She got very quiet as she viewed them, then in a soft voice, said, “You’re very good. Those are fantastic photos. I’ve never looked like that.”

“Would you like to do some more? You’re quite a good portrait subject. Do you have time to pose?”

“Well, my son will be at cricket practice for a while longer, so all right.”

“Okay, let’s see what we’ve got.” I moved to one side of her, and looked over her body. “Sit up straight. Look out toward the edge of the park. I took a few profile shots, noting her excellent facial features, and what appeared to be large breasts.

“Lean over, wrap your arms around your knees then rest your head on your knees. Turn your face toward me. Don’t smile; look wistful.” I took a couple of more shots, moving from one side to directly in front of her, and then came back to the side.

“Are you wearing pantyhose, or stockings?”

“What? Why is that important?”

“I want to see a bit more of your leg from the side, with your face on your knees the way you were. If you’re wearing stockings, they probably have a pretty lace top. If there’s part of that visible under the hem of your dress, it adds an element of sexiness and mystery to the photo. If you’re wearing pantyhose, then they won’t be pretty, and we’ll keep that air of mystery out of things.”

“We-e-ell, okay. They’re stockings.”

“Great.” As I crouched to one side, I said, “Pull your dress back a little, so the top of your stockings start to show. You may need to lift a bit to pull it out from under you, and let it bunch a little at your waist, rather than lower down.”

She looked around, and seeing that there was no one anywhere near us, she lifted up a few inches, then pulled at the waist of her dress, and the tops of her stockings came into view.

“Okay, that’s enough for now. Let’s try that.” I coached her back into position, and took a few more shots. I liked the result, but thought I could get slightly more eroticism into the shot. “Can you pull your dress back a little further? I want to get a hint of thigh above the lace top.”

She looked at me for a second, debating, then lifted and once again pulled her dress up before sitting back down. I took a few more shots, and looked at the results. “Okay, that’s a problem.”

“What is?”

“Well, I guess it’s because you’re not very tall, but to get enough leg to show above the top of your stockings, I can see your panties in the shot. They’re not very high-cut. It’s too bad, because I keep seeing this flash of white. If you’d been wearing high-cut ones, or a thong, we wouldn’t have this problem.”

“Or if I were four inches taller.” I laughed and agreed with her. She paused for a moment, and then offered, “I could take them off. Would that help?”

“Well, we certainly wouldn’t have to worry about a flash of white in the shot if you did. It’s up to you.”

She looked around again, then reached under the dress and grabbed the waistband of her panties, pulling them down over the stockings, and off her feet. She looked around for a place to put them, when I said, “Hold them in one hand, and let them dangle from your fingers. I took another series of shots with her panties conspicuously visible in her hand, including a couple making her appear to be sniffing at the crotch.

I took more shots from the side, this time with her dress positioned to show not only all of her thigh above the stockings, but also a part of her ass. From some angles, the lower part of her vulva was visible, and I could tell that she had a full bush of pubic hair.

I moved in front of her, and had her move one leg lower, and a little to the side, exposing her triangle of hair, and some of her cleft. I could detect moisture through the longer lens I was using.

I moved a little closer to her as she asked, “Do you do this kind of photography often?”

“Do you mean the flowers, or shooting people?”

“Oh, I meant the people, especially women. Do you always get them to take their underwear off?”

“Well, taking your underwear off was your idea, but it seems to have agreed with you. You’re getting wet. Does the thought of getting naked for some photos turn you on?”

“Hmmm, I think it does.”

“Spread your knees, let me see.”

Amazingly, she opened her legs about two feet. I sat back and had a clear view of her wet labia, even through the forest of hair.

“Okay, I’m going to tell you what kind of photos I quite often take. We’ll see if you’re interested. You’ll have to imagine yourself as the model, and if that interests you, then maybe you should spend some time in my studio. Okay?”

She looked at me for a second, then nodded slowly, an undercurrent of fear visible on her face, but not strong enough to move her off the course I was setting.

“Okay. To start, put your fingers in the waistband of your panties, and stretch them out straight. Now, roll them from the waist to the crotch, just like you’d roll a cigar. When you’re done, hold the two ends of the roll, and tie a knot in the middle.”

She followed the instructions, looking at me a little puzzled. When she was done, I took the knotted panties, then held them to her mouth, and told her to open up. Another flash of fear crossed her face, but her lips opened, and I put the knot behind them and her teeth, turning the panties into a gag.

“I’m afraid you might make some noise, and we wouldn’t want the little kids to come running, now would we?”

She shook her head, and I thought I could hear a little moan, whether of fear or arousal I wasn’t sure.

“Now, put your hands behind your head, and lace your fingers together. Spread your knees wider.” Her dress moved up her thighs a little more, and her entire mound was now on display, with her separated labia on view. I thought that she could probably feel the breeze across her wet lips.

I moved up beside her, so I could speak in a low voice but still be able to look directly into her eyes. There was definitely a mixture of fear and arousal showing, but she wasn’t trying to get up and run away.

“Imagine yourself in my studio. You’re mostly naked. There is a big white ball gag in your mouth, and your red lips show in stark contrast to the white of the ball. There is a leather collar around your neck. It’s not so tight that you can’t breathe, but it forces you to keep your head up. You can’t look down at yourself. You’re on your knees; they are widely spread, but your ankles are crossed. Your wrists have leather cuffs on them. They are fastened behind your head, to the collar around your neck. Your ankles are also cuffed, and fastened together.

“You are on display. Anyone who comes into the room can see you, and you can’t stop them from touching you.” I ran my right hand down the side of her face, and over the front of her dress, pausing to squeeze each of her prominent breasts. “Your breasts bear the marks of a recent flogging; they are flushed a light red, and some stripes are visible across them.” I felt a sharp intake of breath from her at this comment. I moved my hand to her crotch, and pressed on her mound through the front of her dress. This time her moan sounded like complete arousal, with no fear.

“Someone whom you don’t know walks into the room, and looks at you. They reach out and touch you all over, rubbing, squeezing, poking, and pinching. They look into your eyes, and say ‘Now, slut, you are going to come for us, and we are going to photograph you while you do.’ They hold up two fingers, and a thumb, and they say that they are going to make you come with just those.”

As I said this, I held my right hand up in front of her face, and folded the fingers down, until only my first two fingers and my thumb were left. Her eyes were locked onto my hand and then my fingers the entire time. I slowly moved the hand down between her legs, then toward her pussy, and I inserted the fingers into her soaking entrance in a single move, sinking them into her depths.

She moaned loudly through the gag, and closed her eyes at the intensity of the feelings that were going through her mind and her body. She thought of herself as being in bondage based on my description, even though there was no impediment preventing her from simply walking away.

As the fingers bottomed out, I brought my thumb to rest on her clit, and started slowly rubbing it back and forth. “Open your eyes and look at me.” She straightened her head, focusing on my eyes. “Do you scream when you come? Do you make a lot of noise and thrash around?” After a moment, she slowly nodded.

“Well, I can imagine that you’re going to want to be very quiet when you come this time. After all, we don’t want your kid’s cricket coach to wonder what’s happening over here, do we?” She shook her head, and I could see the slight tinge of fear returning to her expression. “Oh, and keep your eyes open when you come. I want you to be looking into my eyes the whole time that your cute little body is thrashing around.”

My fingers had been moving throughout the conversation, and my thumb had been firmly rubbing her clitoris. Her hips were moving in time with my fingers and she moaned again as I wiggled my fingers inside her. I curled the tips of my fingers toward the front wall of her channel, and located the rough patch of her G-spot. I squeezed the front of her vulva between the thumb on her clit and the fingers in her hole, and rubbed both of them quickly and firmly.

Her breath started whistling through her nose, and her moans began to rise in volume, then clipped off as she remembered where she was. Her entire body tensed, and then started shaking as the spasms overtook her. I kept massaging her two hot spots, stretching the orgasm for her, and enjoying the crash of emotions across her face. Her hips were bucking into my hand, helping me drive my fingers into her depths, and I marvelled at the strength of the orgasm, thinking that she might be a lot of fun to play with in other circumstances. I could picture her in leather straps, in my studio, welts crisscrossing her body from a flogger, and knew that she would look beautiful in the photographs.

I also knew that she would look wonderful in the photographs that I had been taking over the past few minutes. My other camera had been focused on her the entire time, and I had been triggering the remote with my left hand. She had not noticed the sound of the shutter firing; I couldn’t wait to get these shots onto my computer. I was sure that a couple of them would look good displayed in my studio.

As she calmed down, I reached up to take the gag out of her mouth, and she swallowed hard, then asked, “Can I take my arms down now?”

My fingers were still embedded in her, and I moved them around, rubbing her clit a few times, lightly. “That depends. Would you like to come again?” I stepped up the pace of my thumb and she groaned.

“Please … please stop. I can’t take anymore. I’m too sensitive. It’s starting to hurt.”

“Okay, take your hands down. You looked like you enjoyed it. Was it hard not being able to scream?”

“C-c-can you please take your fingers out, and stop that?”

Reluctantly, I slid my fingers out of her wet pussy, and then brought them to my mouth for a taste. “Hmmm, you taste quite good. Here, clean them off.” I shoved the fingers forcefully between her lips, and felt her tongue go to work, removing her juices. The feel of her tongue woke up a few nerve endings of my own, between my legs, but I knew I couldn’t do anything about it at the moment.

“So, did you want to scream?”

“Yes. You made me come very hard, but the things you said scared me. Would you really put cuffs on me, and whip my breasts?”

“I think you’d really enjoy the whipping. The way you came here, just thinking about it, tells me that to experience it would make you come like there was no tomorrow. The whip sensitizes all of your skin. It wakes up every nerve ending you have, so you feel everything. Even the breeze out here, moving across your tits when they’ve been whipped, might make you come all by itself.

“I really enjoy whipping little girls like you, and photographing them when they’ve been whipped, or when they’re coming so hard they’re screaming their lungs out. And just after you’ve come, when you’ve got that ‘fresh fucked’ look, there’s a glow about you that can’t be captured any other time.”

Her eyes were getting a little glazed, and I could tell that thinking about what I was saying was raising her level of arousal again. I moved in close and spoke directly into her ear, putting a hand on her thigh and squeezing firmly.

“You want to do this again, I can tell. You want to be completely naked, and bound, and you want to come until you scream, then come again until your screaming makes you hoarse.” I slid the hand on her thigh up to her mound, and rubbed it firmly over her engorged labia. She moaned deep in her throat, her eyes closed, and her head flung back. I moved a finger to her clit, and started rubbing it very lightly, wanting to ramp up her arousal, but not make her come—that was for another time.

“Hmmmm … yes-s-s. I want to co-o-ome … please.”

“No, no, no slut. You said you were too sensitive, so I don’t want to hurt you. Here’s what you’re going to do … you’re going to come to my house, and I’m going to put you in all kinds of restraints, and I’m going to whip you, and I’m going to make you come, and you’re going to make me come, and we’re going to have all kinds of fun.” My finger kept sliding over her clit through the entire statement; I wanted her thinking with her clit and not her mind, or else she would never come into my bondage lair. “Is that what you’re going to do, slut?”

“Hmmm … yes-s-s, I’ll come to your house … please … I need to come.”

“No, slut. You get to come when I say you can come, and not before. You keep this little clittie hot for me until I get to play with it again. You keep your fingers off of it. If you come before I see you at my house, I’ll know, and you’ll get whipped for real. I’ll give you a whipping that will hurt, not just one that will turn you on. Understood?”

“Yes-s-s.”

“Oh, and by the way, slut…” I moved my finger off her clit, and took hold of some of her pubic hair with a few fingers, then tugged on it. “If you aren’t shaved when you come to my house, then you will be when you leave.”

I let go of her, and stood up, then packed up the rest of my gear. She looked up at her panties, still in my left hand, and I held them out. “These are a souvenir for me. You might want to be careful how you sit at the rest of the cricket practice.” I put the panties in my gadget bag. “See you soon, slut.” I walked home, leaving her in the park, pondering her next step. I was fairly certain that she would soon be screaming in my studio.

 

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Disgraceful soft sex with my cousin


This is not exaggeration, this is based on my story of 1993. I feel ashamed, cause she my cousin sister. I shouldn’t have done this to her. I am from South Tamil Nadu. It was in my semester vacation of my first year, and she was studying Ninth Std. It all started from this point, in the night before my sister’s marriage, she looked as if an angel. She is a medium complexion, but…but really beautiful mean it. She was wearing silk blow and the bottom (pattu pavadai). I was instructed to look after the kids who were playing on the Marriage’s hall terrace. I saw my cousin sister playing with these kids. The kids were all below 8 years. She came to me and we started chatting about our school, teachers, friends & teachers (I believe, that’s the topic I can debate with my cousin sister).

In the moon shine, I was magnetized by her physically maturity glooming out of her silk dress, her magnetic eye, magical smile, her makeup and costumes carved the novel picture of Cinderella in my heart. I also noticed her boobs bubbling to new heights. This was the first occasion I am talking to lonely for about 45 minutes. And that was from the day we both had mutual attraction, and started glancing each other. After a few days.. the solitary time arose. My parents & her parents left to Madras for 3 days to attend a marriage function. My Cousin sister and my grandma were left behind, and they came to my house for the stay. (they live in another house opposite to my house). That night, my grandma has gone to sleep [my grandma usually sleep in open veranda (for fresh air) and we usually lock the door inside). We were alone watching the TV, (the TV is in the main bed room). She was sitting in the sofa & I was lying in the bed watching TV. It was a Love Story!

I was shy watching the movie with her (ofcouse she is my sister) and purposefully went out to kitchen (to drink water) to unnoticing the love scenes. But she was so cool girl looking as if she is unaware of Love. It was around 11.30 pm, she made herself comfortable to sleep down (side by my cot). After 15 minutes I switched off the TV and the bed room light to went to bed. At midst of darkness I could’nt really sleep, Some thing inside me ignited to have love with her. After long thoughts I made my mind to have a love affair with her…. I stated with a gargle mmuuueee, twice, thrice. I was heartbeaten, she replied with the cough. I understood that is not asleep and she is of the same intension. In order to conform, I coughed and she gargled. That the final sign I was waiting for. I approach her with my hands (As I told you, she was sleep on the floor besides my cot). I first put my hand out of my bed and slowly and steadily crawled my hands to her from my bed (I never made an attempt to peed from my bed, all my hands did)….I was about to touch her……and and was shaken by her meekly voice, “didn’t get sleep??”.

I immediately took my hand and my mind was boggling to death. I said “”I couldn’t”. She raised up her knees leaning to the bed, and said “Let me make you sleep”,. She started, she started….She was on her knees leaning on the bed, and I was lying on the bed, she reached my right hand and placed my palm on her cheek. My heart started pounding and my vain pumping out. We were motionless for minutes. Slowly she whispered Sleep…Sleep…rubbing her cheek against my palm. I was relaxed by her love whisper and slowly fingered her cheek. After fingering for about 2 minutes, I slowly took my handoff her Cheek and hold her shoulder to rise up her knees. At last words came from my mouth “Sleep with me” !!. She did as I said and lay besides me on my bed. For a few minutes we were motionless, suddenly she tightened my hand with hers and placed it on her belly. I made up mind not to waste time anymore…. I crawled my hand to her boobs, she was holding my hand tightly and never let me press it. She guided my hand to her face and I started tickling her ears.

I can hear her Sex ecstasy voice mmmmm..mmmmm. I was half way on her, and started with a smooch. She lost her control and hold my hair tightly and never let me take my lips. I reached her tongue with mine, and she gave a bite. I kissed her all over her face, and so did she. I started to invade her boobs and this time she let me play, kiss and mouth. We were hugging and spinning each other rolling all over the bed, kissing each other. She was wearing skirt & tops, I started unzipping her tops, and she was much co-operative turning her back for unzipping. We kneed on the bed and she raised her hand to take off her tops. As did to her, she did the same to take off t-shirt. Still on the knees, I could never resist and started hugging kissing her boobs and around. When she whispered my name and hold my buttocks tightly to hers, as my hard pennies touched her she was jolted, and hold my buttocks still tighter and reached my neck hugging with hers. When it was on the go, I slowly put my hands into her buttocks and slowly lowered her skirt.

She suddenly realized and refrained me doing so. She was still half dressed in her petticoat (Slips) and I removed it. The hand full of breast standing stiff and erect astonished me. We hugged in bare body and I realized the heat of her body in me. I dragged my tongue all over her face, arm pit and boobs. She was so curious and hold my back hair and guide me from her boobs to belly. She was agonized by the tickle of belly. I went down licking and reached her toes. I stated going back kissing her legs, thighs.I raised her Skirts and kissed her thighs and started my prime journey (in side the skirt) towards the treasure of cunt. She was again jolted, but as she felt inconvenience with her skits, she immediately unbuckled her skirt and took off through her head. No word can explain her sexual exposure in her panties, in the darkness. I camped my kisses and licks in and around her panties, and I never let come out of it. She realized that I would never leave the area, with out stripping her panties and making her nude.

She never wants to do so. She raised and turned me down and started kissing me from top to bottom. I wasn’t shy when she tried to remove my lungi.I am nude before my sister, she was very shy to look at my nudeness in fade lights. When she was probing to touch my pennies, I voluntarily took her hands and lead her to touch my hard pennies. She made a feather touch, and my penies shooted up, and I whispered haaaaa… She understood I am getting high and slowly tightened her grip. I was so high that I hold her head down to my pennies to acquired a kiss voluntarily. She then stated her kisses around my pennies and balls. She was on the go..goo.. I hold her hair back and hold my pennies and started trusting it into her mouth. As she was immature and innocent in sex, she started with a rough work, teething my pennies, which pained my a lot.

I was rather much curious to have an intercourse and trusted my hard pennies between her legs. Our legs unlocked tightly, our body twisted, hands twisted around and kisses on her neck. She lost her control, when I kissed her neck area, she murmured mmmmmmmmmmm.. I realized that this is the golden chance to undress her last panties. I never missed the moment she was feeling the heaven and let me bring down her last piece of dress “the panties”. A real mystery of nudity ends here. I spread her legs with mine and trusted my hardest pennies in to her cunt, I was unsuccessful, because both were virgins and ‘New Lads to Sex’. Patently, I split in my hand and applied in my pennies to lubricate the passage. She hold my pennies and guiding into her passage. I trusted my pennies with a vigor to reach inside. After an many unsuccessful attempts at last my pennies reached deep inside the hole she shouted of pain. I immediate smooched her to stop shouting. She started biting my mouth deeply of pain and I was more generous let her do.

After a stand still silence of inserted pennies, I gradually started moving my buttocks in and out. As she her cunt was too tight for my pennies, She murmured “enough enough”. I never let her go for 5 minutes and keep pumping out. Not able to withstand the pain she pushed me down her and relived herself. That’s the day She rushed to the bathroom and never came out for 15 minutes. Not able to control, I knocked the bathroom, she said “enough I want to sleep”. I understood and collected her scatted dresses and handed it to her in the bathroom. By then she came out of the barroom dressed up I understood the play was over. We did not speak to each other and went to sleep. The next night was the same old story, but both were in a relaxed mood to exchange sex.

She strictly told me that I can do what ever I want, but not intercourse (dick inside her cunt), cause she was afraid that there may be a high risk of pregnancy. I accepted and from then we had a very good Soft Sex. I use to finger her cunt and fuck her and She fuck me, masturbate me and eject the sperms to her body. On the whole we would have had Soft Sex for about a dozen times, for just 2 year. We stopped every thing after she went to college. I think that is the full stop for my filthy sex life with my cousin sister. I some times feel bad to have sexed my Cousin Sister I really feel ashamed of myself. Past is Past But this will be an ever lasing shadow on the dark side of my Moon.

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