11-12-2018, 12:05 PM
(This post was last modified: 19-01-2019, 01:43 PM by Ramesh_Rocky.)
He then put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down in a squatting position. My body, thirsting for some male contact, obeyed. And soon his dick was an inch in front of my face, in its angry erect glory. This was the closest look I had ever had of the dick although I had given him handjobs before. My mouth instinctively opened up in an expression of surprise. And the crafty guy took that opportunity and shoved it forward straight inside my lips.
I was taken aback by this sudden movement. I gagged and tried to move my head back. But he had cleverly put his hands on my head, stopping that from happening. Before I knew it, his dick was inside my mouth and touching the back of my throat.
Obviously, I struggled. You know I am not a big fan of giving oral sex. But in that squatting position with his strong hands holding my head in place, I wasn't really able to do much. The clammy hardness of his thick dick started making its presence felt in my mouth, rubbing against my tongue, my lips, and the inside of my cheeks. I felt like gagging, but it was suppressed too. And soon he was having sex with my mouth as his public hair went into my nostrils with every stroke.
"Oh wow, you have a sexy mouth, memsaab." Dara chuckled and kept going, as I struggled to maintain balance on my haunches.
Slowly, the revulsion of fellatio wore off and my tongue and mouth actually got used to the intrusion. I am ashamed to say this but I started enjoying the kinkiness of being on my haunches in our bedroom sucking off the watchman. When he realized that I had stopped struggling, he let go of my head. And for a minute or so, I squatted on the floor, my hands on his thighs as he fucked my mouth.
And then I suddenly remembered. You were watching all this. And were probably angry that I giving him a blowjob so happily when I don't do it for you. Obviously, I had no idea you were disconnected.
"Wait a second." I said, taking his dick out of my mouth. I crawled over to the CPU and held the power button to turn the computer off.
So in my mind, I thought you had seen this happen and then seen me turn the computer off. Which is why I asked you if you hate me. Once I learned you had seen nothing of it, I tried to change the story because I was feeling so shameful and guilty. That was wrong of me and I and sorry.
Anyway, after I turned the computer off, I turned around to see he had followed me. He shoved his dick in my mouth again.
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I was on my knees on the floor in front of the computer with his thick dick invading my mouth again. By now, I had gotten quite accustomed to having the organ in my mouth. And I was following his instructions.
"Take it all the way in until it touches your throat. Keep your lips pressed hard. Then take it out again...yes like that, memsaab. Now roll your tongue over the tip. Hmmm...that's good."
As I continued to blow him, he slipped off my bra leaving me topless. He then made me get up and took my salwar off leaving me in just my panties again. We moved to the bed where he sprawled out with his head on the pillow. And I was my his side on my elbows and knees, sucking his dick, feeling very trashy at doing so in our bed with our watchman, clad in just panties.
Finally, about five minutes later, I felt his dick throb in that familiar way. Not wanting his semen in my mouth, I took it out and he spurted all over my tits again. This time, it felt normal. I was amazed that even after having sex with Vimla he had produced so much semen. Globs of it stuck to my boobs, polled in my cleavage and leaked down to the bed.
Dara sat up, took me in his embrace and kissed me. I was sitting on my ass with my knees up and folded. As we kissed, I felt his hand move to my crotch. His two fingers gently rubbed against my clit over the fabric. And I shuddered.
"Dara, no!" I broke the kiss and said, putting my hand on his hand.
"Please memsaab." he said. "Give me a chance to pleasure you and return the favor."
"It feels wrong."
"I won't take it off." he said, rubbing his fingers over that special spot again.
I squirmed as I wrestled with the decision. I was wet and I was turned on beyond belief. I needed the release. But I was scared that if I let him breach this last boundary, then nothing would be left. If I let him finger me, how long would it be before he wanted to go all the way? And I didn't feel ready for it. But all this trepidation was disappearing with every stroke of his finger on my crotch. Finally I took my hand away and whispered,
"Okay."
He looked elated. While kissing me with his lips and one hand rubbing his semen all over my tits, his other hand started its magic.
"You'll like it. Vimla loves it." he said, and I felt a pang of jealousy at him mentioning my competition.
His index fingers rubbed my clit over the panties expertly as his thumb and middle finger traces the edges of my panties against my inner thighs. I felt myself getting aroused, my breath getting heavier. I kissed him really hard and even bit his lip as his index finger started stroking me harder and harder.
After a couple of minutes, his middle finger gently slipped inside my panties and touched my labia directly. I gave a start and looked at him. He stared into my eyes. I went back to kissing him and he took it like the tacit approval it was. Soon his three fingers moved the crotch of my panties to the side, exposing my pussy. He looked at it and said,
"Beautiful!"
And now his fingers were directly playing with my clit without the wall of the fabric. My chest started heaving. And within a few minutes, I was thrashing about in his arms as a big orgasm swept over me. He kissed and bit me throughout, and we were like two young lovers in heat. Once my orgasm subsided, he respectfully covered my pussy with the panties again.
After the sexual release, guilt and shame swept over me. I got off the bed and started getting dressed. I told him he should go and he nodded. After he left, I tried my best to sleep, but it took me a couple of hours until that happened.
So there you have it. What I was so embarrassed to tell you over the phone. I have now sucked our watchman's dick, and he has seen my pussy, and fingered me to an orgasm. And not just that one time. Today, we went through the same routine three more times, including right after I hung up the phone.
I am a major crossroads, Prakash. I still feel shame and guilt and discomfort at what I am doing with a common gurkha. At the same time, with every boundary I cross, i get more and more engaged in the process. As you can tell, all that remains is the final frontier. I still don't know if I am ready to cross it. But I think about it a lot and I dream about it like I have since that night I first saw him fucking Vimla.
You have been supportive of me throughout, but I can understand if you are feeling angry and disgusted at me right now. Say the word and I will stop doing this.
I love you more than life itself.
Love Menaka xoxo
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I was taken aback by this sudden movement. I gagged and tried to move my head back. But he had cleverly put his hands on my head, stopping that from happening. Before I knew it, his dick was inside my mouth and touching the back of my throat.
Obviously, I struggled. You know I am not a big fan of giving oral sex. But in that squatting position with his strong hands holding my head in place, I wasn't really able to do much. The clammy hardness of his thick dick started making its presence felt in my mouth, rubbing against my tongue, my lips, and the inside of my cheeks. I felt like gagging, but it was suppressed too. And soon he was having sex with my mouth as his public hair went into my nostrils with every stroke.
"Oh wow, you have a sexy mouth, memsaab." Dara chuckled and kept going, as I struggled to maintain balance on my haunches.
Slowly, the revulsion of fellatio wore off and my tongue and mouth actually got used to the intrusion. I am ashamed to say this but I started enjoying the kinkiness of being on my haunches in our bedroom sucking off the watchman. When he realized that I had stopped struggling, he let go of my head. And for a minute or so, I squatted on the floor, my hands on his thighs as he fucked my mouth.
And then I suddenly remembered. You were watching all this. And were probably angry that I giving him a blowjob so happily when I don't do it for you. Obviously, I had no idea you were disconnected.
"Wait a second." I said, taking his dick out of my mouth. I crawled over to the CPU and held the power button to turn the computer off.
So in my mind, I thought you had seen this happen and then seen me turn the computer off. Which is why I asked you if you hate me. Once I learned you had seen nothing of it, I tried to change the story because I was feeling so shameful and guilty. That was wrong of me and I and sorry.
Anyway, after I turned the computer off, I turned around to see he had followed me. He shoved his dick in my mouth again.
-
I was on my knees on the floor in front of the computer with his thick dick invading my mouth again. By now, I had gotten quite accustomed to having the organ in my mouth. And I was following his instructions.
"Take it all the way in until it touches your throat. Keep your lips pressed hard. Then take it out again...yes like that, memsaab. Now roll your tongue over the tip. Hmmm...that's good."
As I continued to blow him, he slipped off my bra leaving me topless. He then made me get up and took my salwar off leaving me in just my panties again. We moved to the bed where he sprawled out with his head on the pillow. And I was my his side on my elbows and knees, sucking his dick, feeling very trashy at doing so in our bed with our watchman, clad in just panties.
Finally, about five minutes later, I felt his dick throb in that familiar way. Not wanting his semen in my mouth, I took it out and he spurted all over my tits again. This time, it felt normal. I was amazed that even after having sex with Vimla he had produced so much semen. Globs of it stuck to my boobs, polled in my cleavage and leaked down to the bed.
Dara sat up, took me in his embrace and kissed me. I was sitting on my ass with my knees up and folded. As we kissed, I felt his hand move to my crotch. His two fingers gently rubbed against my clit over the fabric. And I shuddered.
"Dara, no!" I broke the kiss and said, putting my hand on his hand.
"Please memsaab." he said. "Give me a chance to pleasure you and return the favor."
"It feels wrong."
"I won't take it off." he said, rubbing his fingers over that special spot again.
I squirmed as I wrestled with the decision. I was wet and I was turned on beyond belief. I needed the release. But I was scared that if I let him breach this last boundary, then nothing would be left. If I let him finger me, how long would it be before he wanted to go all the way? And I didn't feel ready for it. But all this trepidation was disappearing with every stroke of his finger on my crotch. Finally I took my hand away and whispered,
"Okay."
He looked elated. While kissing me with his lips and one hand rubbing his semen all over my tits, his other hand started its magic.
"You'll like it. Vimla loves it." he said, and I felt a pang of jealousy at him mentioning my competition.
His index fingers rubbed my clit over the panties expertly as his thumb and middle finger traces the edges of my panties against my inner thighs. I felt myself getting aroused, my breath getting heavier. I kissed him really hard and even bit his lip as his index finger started stroking me harder and harder.
After a couple of minutes, his middle finger gently slipped inside my panties and touched my labia directly. I gave a start and looked at him. He stared into my eyes. I went back to kissing him and he took it like the tacit approval it was. Soon his three fingers moved the crotch of my panties to the side, exposing my pussy. He looked at it and said,
"Beautiful!"
And now his fingers were directly playing with my clit without the wall of the fabric. My chest started heaving. And within a few minutes, I was thrashing about in his arms as a big orgasm swept over me. He kissed and bit me throughout, and we were like two young lovers in heat. Once my orgasm subsided, he respectfully covered my pussy with the panties again.
After the sexual release, guilt and shame swept over me. I got off the bed and started getting dressed. I told him he should go and he nodded. After he left, I tried my best to sleep, but it took me a couple of hours until that happened.
So there you have it. What I was so embarrassed to tell you over the phone. I have now sucked our watchman's dick, and he has seen my pussy, and fingered me to an orgasm. And not just that one time. Today, we went through the same routine three more times, including right after I hung up the phone.
I am a major crossroads, Prakash. I still feel shame and guilt and discomfort at what I am doing with a common gurkha. At the same time, with every boundary I cross, i get more and more engaged in the process. As you can tell, all that remains is the final frontier. I still don't know if I am ready to cross it. But I think about it a lot and I dream about it like I have since that night I first saw him fucking Vimla.
You have been supportive of me throughout, but I can understand if you are feeling angry and disgusted at me right now. Say the word and I will stop doing this.
I love you more than life itself.
Love Menaka xoxo
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