Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Mom woke up hearing their sounds. All of a sudden they removed the lungies and underwear. Their cocks were about 9 inch long. But they were the ugliest cocks we have ever seen. Full of hair which was not cleaned and looked brownish. We know what their plan was.


Prem : What are you guys doing?

Beggar 1 : What do you think we are doing? Do you really think we are going to leave a sex godess like her without getting fucked even when we get a chance?

Aishwarya : What? Are you guys out of your mind? Look at yourselves in mirror. Have you ever took bath before. I could smell you bad even when we are far away from you. I won't even come near you people. Don't even dare to touch me.



Beggar 2 : Oh? What will you do if we touch you?

Prakash : We won't let her touch you.

Beggar 1 : Well. Come on guys. See the situation. Even now we can call the security officer out there an show her to you. Just imagine what will happen if we do it. They will take her out nude in their security officer jeep to the station. They will fuck her for 2 days in the station and then they will say they arrested a prostitute and make sure that your face comes in all newspapers. They will arrest you guys also for pimping her. Do you think you have a choice?

Aishwarya : Please. I have been fucked in and out for the past 2 days. I can't take anymore. We will give you as much of money as we want. Take that.

Beggar 1 : You are not the one who is going to give us choice. We want the money you got from the next building as well as you

1 of the beggars went near Kevin and plucked the money.

Me : Please leave my mom. She can't take anymore. We are in a decent position in the society. Getting fucked by beggars like you is too much

Just then I realized the mistake I made.

Beggar 1 : Mom? Is she your mom? Wow. This is a nice story. Son pimping his own mom. So, when you people get caught in security officer, you will make headlines in newspaper "Son pimps high class mom to low class people"



All the beggars laughed. The beggar who told those words seemed to be the leader of their group. His name was Muthu.

We didn't have anything to say after that. Aishwarya told "I beg you to use the condoms. It is safe both for you and me"

Muthu : We personally don't like using condoms. But still we accept that condition. We will use the condoms. We don't even know how to wear it. Now come near me and put it over our cocks. Before that have another bottle of the energy drink if you want. You will need more energy. He asked Kevin to record this too.

Mom drank it. She then took the condoms and walked slowly to them. Her buttocks were shaking while she was walking. She bent down to put condoms on her. The expression in her face told the amount of disgust and humiliation she felt doing it. Muthu told "Kneel down and do it bitch"

Aishwarya : The floor is dirty.

Muthu : This is the floor you are going to get fucked to night and you feel it is dirty?

Telling those words he pushed her down. She fell down with her ass and back crashing into the wet and soiled floor. She then knelt down. She was sobbing uncontrollably. She knelt down and started putting condoms for him while he held her hair and slapped her again and again scolding her using really bad words.

She then moved on to the next person and put condoms for him. She did it for the 5 persons. Now Muthu pushed mom down on the floor. Mom lay on her back with her beautiful hair stuck on the wet dirty floor. He enjoyed her boobs for a long time. Mom had her eyes closed till crying. She was trying her best not to see his ugly face. Muthu went down her body to her pussy and started licking her.

He gave out sounds like "Wow.. High class pussy is always beautiful and tasty" He licked her pussy like an expert. In normal cases this was good enough to get the sex animal out of her. But being done by ugly beggars in a public toilet was not really the best way to arouse a woman. But wait.. Am I wrong? Aishwarya still had her eyes closed. But she was giving out some small moans. He then used his fingers to fuck her pussy. Muthu knew she has begun to enjoy it. He told "Look. This high class slut is enjoying my tongue"



He now rolled her over. Mom was now on her stomach with her boobs crushed against the dirty we floor. He lay flat over her and started fucking her ass from behind. He continued teasing her pussy with his fingers while fucking her ass. He took some dirty water from the floor and smeared it over her back. It was a humiliating seen to watch my mother being fucked by a dirty beggar in a public toilet in the dirty floor. But she was letting out moans.



Muthu ejaculated in two minutes. The next guy came to fuck her. Muthu ordered him "Fuck her ass and finger her pussy. But don't let her cum" I don't know why he said that. But the next guy did as he told. He played with her boobs for some time and fucked her in same position in which Muthu fucked her. The third and fourth beggars also did the same.

The fifth beggar began doing the same things which Muthu did. He fingered her for a long time. Just when she looked like reaching orgasm he would stop fingering her. He dragged her on the floor suddenly like a log. the shape of her body was visible on the wet floor. He took her to one of the toilets. Mom held the door of the toilet tightly and told she won't come. But he slapped her and told that he will call the security officer if she doesn't obey.



He dragged her and placed her such that she lay on the floor face down with her face facing the dirty uncleaned toilet. He immediately mounted behind her like Muthu and started fucking her. She closed her eyes and tried hard not to breathe. But the rough fuck the beggar was giving made sure she took some breath. He was fingering my mom's cunt also. That made her give some moans. He ejaculated after 5 minutes of fucking. She was dragged back to the center of the toilet while the other guys were watching her.

What Aishwarya did after that was totally insane. She was rolling on the floor all around in full mood trying to reach orgasm. She suddenly screamed "All you bastards fucked my ass.. Please fuck my pussy. I wanna cummmmmm.. Please I wanna cummm,...."



The beggars started laughing. Prem told that he will help her with it. But Muthu stopped him and told "We make the rules here. No one else is allowed to touch her pussy."

Prem had no choice. Now my mom was not able to control. She was about to finger her pussy. But Muthu got hold of her hands and told "If you touch your pussy with your hands you will be in security officer jeep next minute"

She behaved like a mad woman for the next few minutes "Somebody please fuck me.. Ooooooooohhhh. Please. Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh.. Fuck me please. I will do whatever you want to do. Please fuck me"

Muthu : Why should we fuck you bitch? You never liked us. We are dirty beggars.

Aishwarya : Please. Fuck me. I want to cumm..

Muthu : You told we are not even allowed to come near a high class woman like you.

Aishwarya : No. I take back my words. I am also a beggar now. I am begging for a fuck. Please.



Muthu : Oh.. Then come and beg everyone.

She was on her knees and went and held the legs of all the beggars one by one begging them to fuck

Aishwarya : Please fuck me. I am a slut. My body is purely for beggars like you. You can use me as you wish. Just fuck me once please.

Muthu : Sorry. We changed my mind. We don't fuck the wives of other people

Aishwarya : Please don't say that. If you want I can divorce him and marry you

I was stunned to hear those words. Kevin winked at Prem and Prakash and told "This bitch is the best sex animal I have ever seen" and Prakash nodded



Muthu : Marry a beggar? You never liked us. You are telling this only for getting the fuck. The truth is you like only people with more money. You fucked the construction workers only as you were forced. Beggars are even meaner for you

Aishwarya : No. Actually I like being used like this by low class people. I love people like you. Please don't tease me.

Muthu : You told you want to marry me

Aishwarya : Yes

Muthu : How can I believe you? You will get fucked and cheat me later

Aishwarya : What do you want me to do?

Muthu : Remove your mangalsutra and give it to me. I will tie it and make you my wife now itself

Aishwarya : What??

Muthu : What are you crying about bitch? I don't want any legal divorce or legal marriage. I just want to marry you as per our customs.

Aishwarya : No I can't do it

Muthu : Then you won't get fucked

There was 2 minutes of silent. Then it happened. Mom was going to remove her mangalsutra. I stopped her "No mom... Just control your desires for 3 more hours. We can leave after that"

Aishwarya : No. I can't even control it for 3 more minutes. I am doing this

She removed her mangalsutra and gave it to him. He got it and began tying it around her neck again while the two prostitutes sat behind her helping him tie it up just as they usually do in real marriages. I could not believe my eyes. How could she do this?

Aishwarya : Now.. Can I get fucked?

Muthu : Wait bitch. You are my wife now. You have to follow some more orders.

Aishwarya : Please tell soon. I will do whatever you say

Muthu : First you told that we are ugly and you won't even come near us. Now you say you like us very much. I must check it

Aishwarya : But I just got married to you. Do you need another proof?



Muthu : Yes. I want you to lick my whole body

Mom hesitated a bit. But she knew she won't get fucked if she doesn't do it. She went near him and started from his face. She licked his face, chest, thighs, legs. But she didn't lick his cock or ass. She was about to puke even for doing that as the smell was very bad.

Muthu : I asked you to lick my whole body. There are some parts you didn't lick and you know it.

Mom bent knelt in front of him and tried to take his cock in to her mouth. His cock was limp as he had ejaculated just some time back. But it was surrounded by long dirty pubic hair. Every 3 seconds of sucking, she took the cock out of her mouth and spit out something. She told that hair was getting into her mouth. She licked all around his cock and balls keeping her nose closed



Muthu : There are two more parts you need to lick. First is my armpits.

Aishwarya : Armpits? No.. Never...

[Krishan202]

Muthu : Ok. You won't get the fuck


Aishwarya : It is better to stay like this rather than licking your armpits

Muthu immediately touched her pussy with his fingers. She closed her eyes and started moaning. He asked her "Now tell me. You won't lick my armpits?" Aishwarya replied "I sure will"

He immediately took away his fingers and she lifted his arms. His armpits were even uglier. But she licked them thoroughly. She was behaving as though she was hypnotized by him.

Muthu : You are a good wife. Now there is only one more part remaining.

He kneeled in front of her facing the other side and bent down in doggy style and told "Lick my asshole bitch"

My mom hesitated for some time. One of the beggars went behind her and scratched her pussy and left. She immediately bent down behind him. Muthu spread his ass cheeks apart. That was the dirtiest asshole we have ever seen. There was dried up shit around his hole. It looked like he never cleaned his ass after shitting. One beggar caught hold of her hair and pushed it towards his asshole and forced her to lick.

She licked his ass as much less as possible. But Muthu ordered "I want you to clean it totally. " Aishwarya used her tongue to lick . I remembered the moment when she scolded the resort employees for doing such things to her. Now she is doing it to a beggar. . She felt like vomiting. But controlled it. Then she put her tongue inside his asshole and clean it. Kevin went near her face to record all she was doing.



After cleaning it well she was confident that she will get fucked. She took out her face from his ass only to find the remaining 4 beggars kneeling next to Muthu. Muthu ordered "These are my friends. As you are my wife now, you should do the same to them also." Mom had no other way but to do it. She was licking their assholes. Just when she completed the 5th guy, the two prostitutes knelt next to them with their sarees and petticoats up showing their ass. She had to lick them also.

The last guy who fucked my mom in the toilet was often giving weird looks at me. I thought he was just wondering what I was doing to my mother. 

My mom knew they were aroused and this was the correct time to get fucked. She rushed to Muthu and licked her cock and asked him to fuck her. He asked her to get up and lifted her in his hands. He went near one of the urinals. It was already overflowing with stale piss. Muthu placed her on the urinal. Aishwarya was reluctant. But he pushed her to sit on the urinal. Half of the urine went out as her ass was placed in the urinal. Muthu pushed her as much as possible so that her ass is now stuck on the urinal. He spread her legs. Her legs were placed on the adjacent urinals now. Mom knew that the moment she was waiting for has arrived.



He was about to place his cock on her pussy and stopped. Aishwarya had her eyes closed already expecting a good fuck. After some time she opened her eyes and asked what he was waiting for. He told "I don't like to fuck my wife with condoms. I want to fuck her without it"

Aishwarya : Please I am afraid of diseases

Muthu : I am your husband now. Why are you afraid of diseases from your husband? If you are not allowing me to remove condoms, I won't fuck you.

Mom was to aroused and has done way too many things for this one fuck. She was in no mood to let him go.

Aishwarya(In a mild voice) : OK

Muthu : OK what?

Aishwarya : Fuck me without condoms

Muthu : I can't hear you bitch

Aishwarya (In a normal voice) : Fuck me without condoms

Muthu : I want to hear it louder. And you should call me like how a wife calls a husband

Aishwarya (In a much louder voice) : Fuck my pussy without condoms darling.

Muthu : Yeah. Take this bitch

He started ramming her pussy like anything. My mom closed her eyes and wrapped her legs around his hip and pulled him towards her faster to get a good fast fuck. Within 2 minutes she squirted like never before. Liters of juices came out of her pussy. Her whole body was shaking and she was trying to come out of Muthu' lock. But he pushed her back with her head along the urinal and continued fucking her pussy. Mom started screaming in high mood. I have never seen her before in such an aroused state. She was swearing bad words loudly. Then Muthu ejaculated in her pussy.



The other 3 guys got ready to fuck her. They also threw away the condoms. Aishwarya didn't mind it anymore. She just wanted to be fucked real hard. They took turns one by one to fuck her. The last guy pulled her out of the urinal. She made her kneel in front of the urinal. There was still some urine left on the urinal. He pushed her head into it. Before she knew, her face was soaking with piss. He asked her to lick the urinal clean. She did as she was told.

Then he fucked her pussy from behind in kneeling position. By the time he finished fucking, she squirted again and fell flat on the floor. The guy also ejaculated at the same time.



We all slept tired. We were woken by Prakash at around 4 AM. Aishwarya lay on the floor completely used up. She asked for the energy drink. Muthu took a bottle and went near her. Just when she was about to take the bottle when he pulled it back and told "It is all over now. I will just give a parting gift for you"

He took a sip of the energy drink and asked her to open her mouth. He spit the drink into her mouth and asked her to drink it. Considering the humiliation she had the privious night, she didn't mind this. She drank it. Then he told "We have more energy drink with us. Now open your mouth and don't close it"

He pushed his cock in her mouth. She thought he was going to shag and cum in her mouth. But suddenly her eyes widened and she was trying to break his hold. We saw Muthu's yellow urine leaking out of her mouth down her cheeks. He forced her to drink it. The remaining 4 guys pissed over her body and they left.



We looked outside. The security officer cars were not there. There was not traffic also. We didn't have time to clean her up. We rushed her to the car and went to the resort. There, all the guys except the receptionist were sleeping. As usual we gave the work of cleaning her up to him. Kevin gave a parting fuck in a real soft way. After that, she wore the chudidar wearing which she came there.

Kevin told he will join his friends in the railway station. But before going he wanted to complete the porn video. He told he wanted to interview mom like they do the pornstars after bdsm porn shoots.

Mom accepted. This is how the interview went

Kevin : So. How did the past two days go? You are surely fucked up. Aren't you?

Aishwarya : I am totally exhausted. I think I was nude for 80% of the time for the past 2 days with a cock in my pussy or ass or both 50 % of time

Kevin : So. Are you angry with us?

Aishwarya : To tell the truth, I liked it. Except for some humiliating moments, I like everything that happened

Kevin : So. You want to do it again?

Aishwarya : Again? Not in the near future. I will lose sensitivity in my pussy and ass if I do it often. Maybe I will do it after 3 years.

Kevin : So, what was your most humiliating moment in last 2 days

Aishwarya : Being made to lick the ass of the beggars

Kevin : Your favorite moment

Aishwarya : The moment when I was fucked in sea water

Kevin : Your favorite sex position

Aishwarya : The one which the giants used. Double penetrating me in the standing position



Kevin : Your favorite cock?

Aishwarya : Shanes

Kevin : That lucky bastard. The moment when you had most pleasure

Aishwarya : When you people put icecream in my pussy and when the employees massaged me

Kevin : Ok. Thanks for giving us all a great time slut. We will see you soon. Won't we?

Aishwarya : Sure

Kevin : So, tell me your phone number. I won't note it down. When I want to see you I will watch the video. As you told, we will try to visit India after 3 years.

Aishwarya : My number is 9*********

Kevin : Thanks dear.

He switched of the recorder and gave her a parting kiss and left in a taxi. It was 6 AM. We went back to Mumbai in our car. Prem and Prakash just asked a blowjob from mom in the car. Nothing else. We reached Chennai and parked our car 2 streets far away. Me and my mom got down. But her walking posture clearly told that she was fucked hard. So we took an auto to our apartment and asked him to get us near the door of the lift. We went home from there without being seen by anybody. Both of us applied leave for the next 2 days and slept.




On Tuesday, we went to a medical center and gave blood samples and urine samples to perform all possible tests as possible. We got results after 3 days and we were happy to find that she was not infected in any way. Prem and Prakash moved out. They fucked her whole day in our apartment before going out. Now it was only me and my mom. We just carried on with our lives. She started getting help from Rahul again to pimp her out to foreigners every weekends. Weekdays, I gave her sexual satisfaction. But no matter, how many days come, she will never forget those 2 days.

THE-END

[Shailesh]

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[Rajaryanea]

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[Krishan202]

My first lover was a servant. I was just past 19 at the time. I was still a virgin.




Mum had had an horrific accident six years earlier that left her pretty much in a vegetative state. Dad seemed devoted to her and to us -- I mean he was always there for her, attended to her every need but I suspected he had his affairs. I didn't resent him for that.

But it was a quiet and gentle life on the whole. We lived in a quiet neighbourhood in those days, me and my parents and younger brother. Home was a nice large ground floor flat with every convenience and gadget, separate bedrooms for my brother and me, and a lovely little garden that was my joy and passion.  I had put in a little rockery and garden lights hidden in the flower borders and lighting the big fragrant jasmine and frangipani trees, a little garden swing. Most days we'd bring Mum out in her wheelchair, too, and converse normally with her. That's what the doctors had advised, so we followed that, trying to include her in our daily lives.



We had a part-time gardener who came in to do the heavy and tedious work -- laying out brick or stone-work, weeding, putting in the flower beds and so on. Raju was lean, tall and dark and had those intense good looks ,sharp features, dark eyes and hair, a square, strong jaw. Plus, he wasn't skinny; he actually had a well-developed physique, broad across the shoulders, a wide, deep chest, muscular arms and thick forearms and the most amazing abs.

I knew because he went through this little ritual before he went to work. Our garden was like an inverted L, with a broad front area before the porch and long narrow stretch that ran along the side of the house all the way to the back where there was a little toolshed. Raju would come in through the wicket gate, latch it behind him, greet polite  with just a little duck of his head and a quick flip of both hands to his chest. He'd ask after Mum. Every single time. Then he'd kick off his battered yet sturdy open-toe sandals and put them neatly together by the steps leading up to the stoop and go around the corner of the house. I knew there was a small wooden strip with clothes pegs on it there -- - I usually kept a smock or overalls for when I had to handle paints -- - and a while later he'd return with his baggy trousers rolled up to his knees, his shirt off and wearing just a tight sleeveless vest or, sometimes, not even that.

All right, let me be completely honest. He excited me. He really did. I loved his body, smooth and strong and dark, the torso so sexily muscled and quite hairless, and I loved him for his gentleness with my flowers and buds and shrubs and herbs and garden, for his obvious distress when a sapling or cutting did poorly. The garden was as much his pride and joy as it was mine.



Whether it was the nature of his work, or the serenity of our home, or me or just his character I don't know, but he was a truly gentle, kind and decent soul. I never once heard him raise his voice in anger. He was genuinely sorrowed when someone so much as plucked a flower. "It's not right," he'd mutter, shaking his head. "It is just not right."

How could I not be drawn to him? At times like this, I felt my heart go out to him, for I shared his pain. I wanted to reach out and touch him, to rest my hand on his arm or my head on his chest, just be him and me and our little flowering world. I thought I loved him.

But there was something else too. One look from him and I just felt different, as if some searing heat had pierced me through. My pulse would quicken, there was a rush of blood to my head and, yes, to other parts as well. I suppose I was relatively innocent in those days and didn't quite know what to make of this sensation. It felt good, yes, but it somehow also just felt right.



I wasn't totally unaware of what sex involved.
Three  years earlier , I stumbled on Dad's cache of illicitly obtained pornographic magazines. After the first few minutes of shock, I was hooked. I loved the explicit language and I loved the glorious, detailed, leave-nothing-to-the-imagination photographs. I was awed by what I saw -- all that cock-sucking and cunt-licking, group sex, those wildly sexy costumes in black leather, the elaborate French kissing, anal sex, the masturbation with dildos and vibrators. I devoured it all, even the ads for live sex shows in places I'd only dreamed of seeing, like Amsterdam, which I'd till then only associated with windmills and tulips. Suddenly there was this whole new world, sleazy and sweaty and inexplicably exciting, totally irresistible.



But I did more than ogle. I studied the stuff. So I couldn't have a man. But I could at least dream of one. I read letters and advice columns and paid particular attention to those about how to please men. I read about masturbation and sex toys. Of course I'd masturbated before like the other girls in my class, but it was more exploratory and instinctive, just doing what seemed to feel good coupled with a huge sense of guilt. Now I read about how good it was, and how advisable and how it should be done and I plunged into it with a fervour that bordered on obsession. I had my own bedroom and nobody minded when I aped the positions I'd seen in the magazines (occasionally I stole one and masturbated reading it). I'd be on all fours pretending I was being fucked from behind. I practiced riding a cock. I lay on my back and pictured a lover thrusting into me. Of course I didn't have any sex toys, so I made do with whatever I could get -- and there's a surprising range of alternatives if you put your mind to it. Which I did, with a great deal of devotion: hairbrush handles, a badminton racquet handle, cucumbers, hard bananas, carrots, peeled bitter gourds.

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Things got better. I rummaged deeper into Dad's closet -- he'd forgotten, I think, that there was a complete duplicate set he'd had made for Mum before her illness, and never taken them back or changed the locks. Sure enough, I unearthed a real trove. It turned out that he had a pretty decent collection of sex toys for women. These must have dated back to before Mum's tumour or perhaps he used them with his girlfriends. Either way, I didn't care. I was totally on fire as I looked down at the collection in the drawer, each toy neatly set in its own place in a specially made dark velvet jewel-box lining. There were dildos of various shapes and sizes, including several that looked like real cocks. There were vibrators, metal and hard plastic and silicone. There were Ben-Wa balls. There was even a missile-sized ejaculator.

I was ecstatic.

One by one, I tried them all. The vibrators were incredibly and I could barely stop my screams as I came violently again and again, the thing humming and buzzing in my cunt. And ejaculator -- it was terrifying in its thickness and length, but I used it anyway, filling it with warm water, then pushing it into my cunt, jerking it feverishly back and forth, running through its multiple speeds and finally hitting the ejaculator button, chewing on a wadded handkerchief to keep my sounds down.



And that wasn't all. What I found there was a cornucopia of lust. Now movies. My joy was, I thought, complete. I'd strip naked, arouse myself with a magazine, start masturbating with a dildo or a vibrator, turn on a movie and slip into one wild erotic fantasy after the other. I was that girl being fucked mercilessly by a man, heaving and moaning and sweating, writhing frantically under him. I was there in the orgies, and I was there when three men fucked me together in cunt, mouth and ass simultaneously.

Two things returned with increasing frequency and clarity. The first was that I found myself intensely attracted to dark and black men. I loved their bodies and was awed to a frenzy of lust by the sight of their big cocks.



And Raju entered my most vivid and intense fantasies. He was that man, fucking me demonically from behind. Tossing me on his lap. Making me suck his cock. Cumming in my face.

[Krishan202]

My sexual pleasure were extraordinary. Intense, exhilarating and like nothing else I knew. But still I thirsted for the real thing, real flesh, a real man.

There was simply nothing I can do. I'd just got into college then, where I quickly hitched myself to an attractive and athletic fellow student a year older than me. He had a reputation of being a ladies man and that was my only motivation. I maintained the required charade, waiting for him to make the first though my body and mind screamed for sex. He was very slow off the blocks, and, as it turned out, even I, without any real experience to speak of, could tell that he was totally inexpt. The kissing was messy rather than sexy and the little petting we did involved him squeezing my breasts with more enthusiasm than skill. Parked in a car in a deserted lane late one night, I let him guide my hand to his crotch. I felt a tremble of excitement -- I was going to see my first real cock! I loved the thickness and bulge of it and my fingers trembled in his as they closed around the swell in his pants. He pushed his hand up under my skirt. I clamped my thighs together. He persisted, kissed me, squeezed my breasts. I let my thighs part. His hand was in my crotch and now there was no stopping me.



I moved my own hand back between his legs and gasped, for he had unzipped and dropped his pants and briefs and, for the first time, I held a real cock. It was beautiful, more alive and tempting than I'd imagined it would be. My panties were at my ankles and my legs were open and he ran a finger up into my cunt and I gasped and flung my head back, tore open my tunic and exposed my breasts to his lips.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" I heard him gasp as he sucked on my breasts and masturbated me wildly, thrusting his finger in and out of my cunt.

I held his wrist with one hand, the other clamped around his cock, jerking it eagerly.

"Take it in your mouth! Do it!" he gasped.

It was what I'd been waiting for. Without a moment's hesitation, I bent my head over his lap and began the first of more blow jobs than I can count. It was heavenly. At last, at long last! I couldn't get enough of it. I loved the smell and the tang of it and I sucked it eagerly, used my tongue as I'd read I should do. He moaned and gasped, moving my head up and down over his lap while his finger continued running in and out of my cunt though from behind now. My cunt was in hapless contractions on his cock and I heard my own muffled moans and gasps. He came violently ... right into my mouth. I gagged on it momentarily but, within seconds, I was holding his cum in my mouth, rolling it around my mouth, swallowing it and discovering that I thoroughly enjoyed it. He gasped in awe as I licked his cock clean, swallowing his cum.



"Now me," I murmured and sprawled back in my seat and spread my legs. "C'mon! Do it! Hard!"

He groaned again in excitement and began finger-fucking me furiously. I gasped and cried out, thrashing on the seat, my hips bucking and heaving feverishly, clenching his head and pulling it to my breasts. My orgasm was like nothing I'd experienced, thunderous and explosive, leaving me trembling and drained.

It was good -- better than silicone, at any rate, but it clearly wasn't the real thing. He wasn't man enough, didn't have enough experience. We repeated the petting frequently and even progressed to complete oral sex, cock-sucking and cunt-licking in my bedroom in the afternoons while dad was at work, Madhu at school, the servants at their siesta and my mother's nurse snoozing in a rocker.



We fought to keep it quiet and I think it was harder for me than for him, but we got away with it, and often. He begged for more, kept saying he wanted to sleep with me and make love to me. I didn't. I didn't want to make love or sleep with him or have sex with him. Or anyone else for that matter. I just wanted to be fucked, animal, physical, no emotional commitment, pure carnality. I put him off saying we couldn't chance it, not till I'd seen a gynaecologist. The risk of him knocking me up scared him enough to keep him quiet for a while.

And then there was still Raju, still in my dreams, still entering me slowly and taking me again and again, night after night after night.



WE WERE WORKING in the garden late one evening when the fire started. The old lady on the second floor above us screamed. We jumped up. Smoke trickled from the window over our garden. It grew thicker and darker as we watched. There was a pandemonium like I've never seen. The first floor servants rushed out to the balcony, ours into the garden, dad and Madhu and Raju and I and the nurse were at Mum's wheelchair, easing it down off the porch, someone screaming to someone else to call the firemen. They came, and surprisingly soon, a big red fire truck running through the enclave's narrow lane, winging three or four cars, jerking to a halt outside the building, unreeling hoses. Two firemen ran up the stairs and brought the old couple down a little later. The hoses played out and jets of water arched over the building. Our servants raced into our house, slamming windows and doors shut, trying to prevent too much internal damage. We huddled together on the lane outside the garden fence, clear of the firemen and the engine. My heart was in my mouth. Tiles began to crash off the sloping roof. Two or three smashed into my rockery. A burnt timber creaked and swung loose and cleaved through my frangipani.

"My garden!" I cried, starting forward.

A solid hand caught my arm and pulled me back.

Raju.

"Let it be." His voice was soft and steady.

"But the garden, Raju! All our work!"

"The garden can be rebuilt. This is a question of someone's life. Someone's home. Calm down. Don't move."

I looked at him. He'd never spoken to me like that before. We were at the very back of the crowd, our backs to the wall of a disused garage across the lane. He let go my arm. His hand slid down to my hand. His fingers laced through mine. I felt as if a jolt of electricity had run through me. Suddenly I lost all fear, all care, all concern. I flushed. My fingers tightened in his. He squeezed my hand reassuringly. Oh god. I watched the apartment burn, saw my garden devastated. I wanted to turn and bury my face in his chest, I didn't want to see this. I edged closer to him. His hand slipped out of mine and moved around my waist. I pressed my hip to his, moved my arm around his waist. His hand moved down, over my butt. I bit my lower lip. I was wearing loose shorts, and they were very short. I felt his fingers below my buttocks. Oh god, oh god. My cunt had began to seep. My breasts felt heavy and I could feel my nipples standing out. I hardly saw what was happening any longer. I seemed to be in a different world, distanced from everything before me.



The crowd grew larger as more people joined to watch the spectacle. The firemen asked the tenants for a bribe to rescue their valuables. There was screaming and cursing. Two firemen ran up the stairs and began throwing stuff out of the window. Into my garden. I didn't care. Raju had moved behind me now. The crowd in front of us pushed us back against the rolling shutter of the closed garage. Raju's hands were on my waist now, both of them. I pressed my butt back against him. His hands moved up the legs of my shorts, under my panties. I squirmed my butt in his crotch. The bulge felt huge. Magically, his fingers had crawled up and around, under my panties, to my cunt-lips. I felt his fingertip at my cunt. I bit my lower lip, chewing back a moan. My feet shuffled apart, of their own accord. His knuckle pressed between my cunt-lips to my clit, began massaging it. My legs trembled. My hand dropped behind me to his crotch, and I squeezed the bulge between his legs. He grunted thickly. I pressed my free hand over his in my crotch. Suddenly his fingers were with mine in his crotch, moving it into his pants. My fingers closed around his cock. I went rigid with shock. It was huge, bigger by far than my boyfriend's, massively thick, enormously long. It felt rigid like iron and throbbed hot and angry in my hand. I jerked it eagerly. He grunted heavily behind me. His finger moved faster between my legs.



With a soft gasp, I pulled free. "Not here," I murmured. "Not now. Tomorrow afternoon. Come early."

[Delhidevil2021]

Karishma kapoor and saif ali khan

[Krishan202]

My cunt tingling, on the verge of an orgasm, I lurched away from him and into the crowd.

Later, Dad said we'd been very lucky, there'd been no damage except to the top floor, and even that hadn't been quite so bad. The old couple's son and daughter-in-law came and took them home. We went through the house, looking for damage. There wasn't much, just some water through a window in one room, a damaged planter here, things like that. The electricals worked.

That night, lying in bed, I masturbated feverishly, using the ejaculator, moaning at the flickering sight of a hardcore movie on the TV screen where a big black man was furiously fucking a slender young brunette, impaling her repeatedly on his impossible cock. I came again and again and each time I closed my eyes it was Raju, Raju, Raju ... his cock inside me ... in my mouth ... in my cunt ... between my breasts ... even up my ass ... and his cum, stinging and hot and thick in my mouth and in my cunt ...



I GOT HOME EARLY the next day, telling my boyfriend I had a headache and needed sleep. They all knew about the fire, so he didn't insist. Dad was at work, Madhu at school and was going to be late at a play practice. The cook had taken off, the maid was fast asleep. Mum and her nurse napped quietly in her room.

I went into my bedroom and changed quickly, putting on shorts and a loose T-shirt that curved to my body, wearing no underclothes. I sat on the bed and waited, not knowing whether he'd come through the front door or the rear entrance, not knowing if he'd come at all, just waiting.



A sound on my windowpane. Raju, outside the window, in the garden, beckoning, pointing to the toolshed. I nodded and slipped out of the room. My heart was in my mouth. I looked into Mum's room as I passed. The nurse was stirring. Time for Mum's medication.

"Hi," I said, from the door, standing with my arms crossed so she couldn't see I wasn't wearing a bra. "Is she okay?"

"Tired today, I think," the nurse said softly. "I think last night was a big strain."

"Poor thing. Anything I can do?"

"No, it's okay. I'm here. Are you going out?"

"Not out, no. Just to the garden. Want to start cleaning up."



"Oh my, yes, of course. You poor dear. It's pretty bad, isn't it?"

"I don't even want to think about it. It's going to take us months and months. I don't even know if we have everything we need. Tools and such, I mean. I'm going to have to look into our toolshed and see what we have and what we don't and what we need to get."

"Raju's coming to help?"

"Yes. In fact, he's here already. I asked him to come early. Can't do it on my own."

"He's a good man. He'll make it right."

I smiled. "I hope so. Well, here's the bright side -- at least this way we've got an excuse to correct the mistakes we made!"

She laughed softly. "That's the spirit, child! Never give up hope."

"No," I said, not looking at Mum. "Never."

THE GARDEN LOOKED like it had been hit by a typhoon. There was very little left. I couldn't bear to look at it. I kicked over some stones, shoved a broken timber and tiles aside, went around slowly, headed for the toolshed.

It was dark and dank inside. It smelled of sweat and rags and unwashed cloth. I took a deep breath. This is how I wanted it. Sleazy and sweaty and hard.

He was there already. I could sense him, smell him, that musky, woody smell I'd have known anywhere. The door shut behind me. I heard the click of a latch. Suddenly I felt very nervous and unsure of myself. There was hollow in the pit of my stomach. My pulse raced.

"Is there a light in here?" I murmured softly.



A click and a single bulb in the far corner, dim and yellow came on. Raju stood there, shirtless, barefoot, wearing only his pants. I looked around quickly. He'd created a small space for us. Dragged in the low sleeper-wood trestle table we'd set up against the far wall to hold planters and turned it into a makeshift bed, laid a tarp over it and some empty gunnybags for a mattress, rolled up some more for a pillow. It looked like a sacrificial altar. It aroused me. I saw myself sprawled on it, naked, sweating, moaning, thrashing under his dark body, drowning his heat into mine.

He stepped forward out of the shadow and came up to me. Bent his head to mine. I lifted my face to his. His lips were firm and dry. I felt mine open under his. His tongue slipped slowly into my mouth. His hands were on my waist, moving up under my T-shirt.



I broke the kiss. Ran my hands down his beautiful body, tracing the contours of his muscles with my fingertips, paused with my hands together below his navel, at the clasp of his trousers. His hands were up under my T-shirt now, cupping my breasts. They felt heavy and swollen and my nipples were out hard.

"What is it?" He sounded tense and anxious.

I shook my head. "Nothing."

He leaned forward to kiss me again. I pulled back. "Raju."

"What?" There was more than a hint of frustration and annoyance now. Good.

"Please. I ..."



"What is it, baby?" he said, very gently. "Scared?"

I shook my head. "No. Not scared. Raju ... I ... I want this ... I want this very much ... but, it's only that ..."

[Krishan202]

"What?"

"I ... I don't want you to make love to me, Raju. I don't even want you to have sex with me, or sleep with me."

"What? What d'you mean?"

"I ... I mean that ... Raju ... I want you to fuck me. I mean, really fuck me. Hard. I want to be fucked." In the verncular, it sounded unbelievably obscene, and very sexy.



He stared at me. For a second I thought I'd gone too far, ruined it. Then he smiled, hugely, his strong, even teeth flashing in the darkness, creasing his handsome, clean-shaven features. "I know. And that is exactly what I intend to do. Why do you think I even tried that stunt last night? I know about you."

"About me?"

"Yes, about you. This isn't the first time I've come here early. Or stayed late. I've seen you. Using those silly ... things ... watching those movies ... seen what you do. Yeah, I know. I've heard you say my name. Even when you're with him ... whatisname ... sucking his cock or having him lick your chuth ... it's me you want. I know that. And I want you. To fuck you." He grinned, his thumbs now flicking my quivering nipples back and forth. "Did you really think I was going to make love to you? No way! No fucking way!"



IT WAS THE MOST GLORIOUS hour of my life. Raju fucked me and fucked me and fucked me till I was a sweating, whimpering, moaning mass of trembling limbs. I denied him nothing, and he demanded everything, and more.

His entire mien changed. He seemed to become -- I don't know how to put this -- godlike. His body straightened, there was a swagger in him, he seemed to radiate power and control and dominance.

"You like sucking cock, right? C'mon, then ... now suck mine!"

I'd already undone his trousers and now, with a soft moan, shuddering at his words, I sank to my knees in front of my servant. His cock was incredible. Still limp, it was seven inches long, perhaps more, incredibly thick, dark and long and ridged with veins. I jerked it quickly. It stiffened and lengthened and thickened and I drew back the foreskin to expose the bulbous head. Lovingly, I swept my tongue over it. He gasped, his hands on my head, and pulled my face into his crotch. I heard myself groan as I took his cock deep into my mouth and started sucking it eagerly, savouring the musky tang of it on my tongue, lapping the dewdrop beads of his pre-cum gunk. He fucked my face for what seemed a very long time -- much longer, in fact, than my boyfriend had ever been able to do. My excitement mounted steadily. I pulled my T-shirt up under my arms, fondling and caressing and lifting and squeezing my swollen breasts, tugging at my rigid nipples.



Finally, he pushed my head back, smiled down at me. "You're good," he said. "Very good. Especially for someone your age. Lots of practice, eh?"

He swept me up to my feet, kissing me, bending his head to my breasts. I arched, clutching his head, caressing his back, moaning as his teeth and tongue worked my aching nipples. Then I was on my back on the bed and he was slithering down my body, pausing over my breasts to suckle on them again, then moving lower and lower. He peeled my shorts open and pulled them off. I lay unashamed before the naukar, and wantonly opened my legs for him. He smiled, and ran the flat of his palm lovingly over my cunt. I shuddered, arching, bending my legs and spreading them even wider. His tongue rippled through my cunt and I cried out, my fingers clenching his dark, thick hair. His tongue was heavy and thick and it flickered serpentine up and down my cunt-lips and into the wet flesh within. I felt him draw my clit outward, whip it sharply with his tongue, draw it tenderly between his lips and the breath shot from my throat and I arched, my mouth tearing open in a soundless cry. Instantly, he had run a thick finger up deep into my cunt, all the way to the knuckle, and started finger-fucking me rapidly while his tongue continued its torment. I thrashed frantically on that makeshift bed, flinging my head this way and that, moaning, calling his name, crying yes, yes, yes oh god yes! My hips bucked up and down under his face. I felt my breasts bouncing and then I heard myself begging him in a cracked voice, begging and pleading with him to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.



He was infinitely gentle with me despite everything I said. He rose over me, between my legs. I felt his cock burning at my cunt-lips.

"It might hurt," he whispered, his tongue sweeping between my lips.

"I don't care," I gasped. "I want it! C'mon, Raju! Put it in! Fuck me! Take me!"

"I need you to relax completely. You must want it inside you. Really want it."

"I do!" I moaned. "I do, I do, I do!"

I'd never felt anything like it. His cock-head popped into my cunt. I gasped and stiffened, tensing. His cock-head felt huge, stretching my cunt-lips wide open, searing in my flesh.

But months and months of masturbation, all those dildos and vibrators and cucumbers and gourds -- it paid off. The lust and arousal surged through my body and my hips arched and I felt myself opening wider in welcome. His cock slid smoothly into me like a hot knife. My back cambered violently and my mouth tore open. Instantly, he clamped his hand over my mouth, stifling my scream as the breath shot from my throat. My head was flung back, my neck craned. His cock throbbed angrily in my cunt. It felt like a white hot poker had been plunged into my viscera. It was impossibly big, much too big, I thought he'd surely tear me in two and rip right out of my throat. I couldn't breathe. I gasped for air, fighting his hand on my mouth, my fingers taut under his chest.



"Not hurting?" he whispered into my ear.

I moaned, panting, shook my head. It felt good, incredibly good, much, much better than I'd imagined it would be. My hips and loins seemed to have acquired a life of their own. I felt myself moving under him, pushing up against him, drawing him deeper into me. He smiled down at me, kissed me gently ... and began to fuck me.

I felt dizzy. It was beautiful, just beyond words what I felt. I clung to him on that narrow makeshift bed, heaving under him, my mind screaming in joy. I was being fucked, properly fucked, finally, at long last, I had a cock up my cunt and oh god, it felt good, so good and it was his, his, Raju's, just what I wanted.

He was incredibly good. Gently, he guided me, coaching me to match my movements to his. He moved gently at first with shallow strokes, just inching back and forth, not thrusting really, just sliding slightly in and out till I'd got used to the sensation -- and it was exquisite.



I clung to him and spread my legs wider to bring him in deeper and lifted them behind his thighs. His strokes became longer and I gasped and cried out, heaving and jerking eagerly under him, kissing him feverishly, my fingers digging into the thick muscles in his shoulders. My body rocked and jerked under his and I felt my swollen breasts bouncing heavily. He bent his head to my aching nipples and I gasped and cried out softly again, arching, clenching his head, going yes yes yes and ohhh uhh hanh uhh yes oh god yes.

[Krishan202]

He fucked me, and he taught me the language of lust, murmuring softly, telling me to use the words, encouraging me as I did, hesitantly at first for this was the first time I'd used such language with anyone else. But it sounded good, sleazy and sexy and erotic and I loved the sound of it in my ears and off my tongue and, most of all, the fire in his eyes when he heard me say them to him.

He moved faster still, with strokes that were longer, faster, deeper. I cried out, my head whipping from side to side, my head flung back, my features twisted in a grimace of lust and arousal. My body rocked and heaved under his, my hips bucking eagerly up and down in time to his thrusts. My breasts were swollen and they bounced as we moved faster and faster, sweat splintering off our bodies.



I was now quite beyond words, my senses overwhelmed by the ferocity of the sensations in my body. My orgasm neared like a looming, unstoppable thundercloud, lingered, and then, without warming, crashed through me like a hurricane.

My orgasms have always come from somewhere deep in my belly and send my cunt into palpitations and convulsions. There is fire in my breasts and nipples and my tongue feels heavy and my knees weaken; my cunt-lips feel swollen and, even as my cunt goes into its convulsions, it feels infinitely deeper and wetter. If, at this moment, my lover touches my buttocks or presses his finger to my anus, my orgasm redoubles in intensity. My nipples are so stiff and over-sensitized and my areols so enlarged and inflamed by now that the slightest touch sends jolts of electricity down to my toes. If there's a tongue in my mouth or lick behind an ear, I quiver in heightened tension. All coherent thought has left me now and I am weightless and yet infinitely leaden, my mind is empty yet more alive; I am distanced yet in the midst of it; everything around me is simultaneously without anchor, floating, and yet crystal clear, every action is in the slowest possible motion, no detail is lost.

That first orgasm with Raju was unlike anything I'd known before. The heat in my body was intense, searing. My body was out of control: my back arched, my cunt clamped down, the contractions ferocious and seemingly endless, the breath shot from my throat, my head arched way back, my mouth tore open. I went rigid, almost catatonic. Later, he told me that my fingers had nearly torn the skin in his biceps. On and on it went, longer and fiercer and more intense than any orgasm I'd ever had, and all the while he kept moving rhythmically in and out of me, slower than before, but moving all the same. It only intensified my orgasm. I gasped for air, panting, heaving, going uhh uhhhh uhhh uhhhh uhhh. Finally, it began to ebb. I moaned and felt my body sink, weightless and impossibly heavy. My limbs shook. Still moving slowly in and out of me, he smiled down and kissed me lightly.

"Finished?" he murmured.



"Oh god, Raju," I moaned. "Oh god, oh god, oh god ..." I realized he hadn't come himself. "Raju ...," I began but he shushed me gently, shook his head.

"Not this time," he said.

"Oh god, no, Raju, no! Please! You must! I want it! I want to feel it!"

"Listen to me, love. You're not ready for it."

"I am! I want it! I want your cum inside me!"

"No. You've no protection. Neither have I. We can't take such a chance. You're too young for this, if something happens."

I moaned, genuinely upset. "At least let me suck you!" I begged. "You can come in my mouth!"

He chuckled softly. "You really are incredible," he said. "Yes, that would be good."

He drew out of me and made to turn on his back on the plank. I wasn't having any of it.

"Not like that," I said. I sat up, and suddenly felt incredibly good, filled with a blinding lightness of being, and somehow still extremely aroused, as if I could have had yet another orgasm in just a few minutes. In the weeks and months ahead, I'd learn to recognize the feeling; but till that day I'd never had multiple orgasms and didn't know more than just a feeling of being intensely alive. "I want you to stand. I want to be like this," I continued, and slipped to my knees before him.

I knelt before him, going back on my legs folded under my butt, my head lifted lovingly up to watch his expression as I took his cock deep in my mouth and sucked it. My wanton tongue knew what to do, and its ways were already cunning and wicked. He gasped and moaned, his head flung back, his hands on my head moving it to and fro between his legs. His orgasm neared and he grunted and groaned and gasped, staccato. I sucked harder, jerking the thick shaft rapidly, rocking my head back and forth. I heard his despairing moan and, instantly, opened my mouth wide under his cock. The cum shot from the slit in its head into my eager, open mouth, spattered my face and eyelids and hair, dribbled down my cheeks and between my breasts. I groaned as each jet hit me and tried to take what I could in my mouth. I swallowed his cum, moaning, smiling slavishly up at him so he could see me doing it, licked it off my lips and fingertips, massaged it lovingly into my breasts. Slowly, I took his cock in my mouth again. He groaned and dropped to the floor before me. I flung my arms around him and we kissed. The cum smeared from my body to his.



"You're beautiful," he murmured. "And incredibly bloody sexy."

I smiled. "Fuck me again." Slowly, I dragged my tongue through the cleft in his chest, sexily lapping at the streaming sweat. He caressed my head and face tenderly.

He laughed. "Not so soon. But soon enough. Go on, go get cleaned up."

I shook my head. "No, I won't. I want to be like this. With your cum on my skin. It feels good. It feels very sexy."

He grinned, flashing his white teeth in the darkness. "Okay, have it your way. But tomorrow ...,"

"Tomorrow, you will fuck me again. Harder and longer. That's an order."



THE-END

[SidRamya]

Next story on kalyani Priyadarshin please...she is in your list... please write on her next ... please

[Warrior]

Write on Nivitha Thomas

[Kakarotgokumui]

Bro write a story on nivetha thomas like u worte on kajal Agarwal like a real nasty slut

[Delhidevil2021]

Bro....Write on Karishma Kapoor and Saif Ali khan with the plot like fucking his sister in law at some family function

[Crushed_Burned]

Repu added. Good going bro. Keep them coming

[Shola256]

Bro pls continue your story on Kristi San on bro

[xossip_new]

sexy pics, nice collction

[Krishan202]

 Preity Zinta shifted to new house. She found the few issues with plumbling work. Asked her husband to call the  plumber. He called the plumber and left to office at 10:00 AM.

 
plumber came and ring the callingbell. Preity open the door. He was stunned with the beauty. She asked "Who are you?" .He said " I am plumber. came to fix water leaking ." 



She said "okay Come in". he followed her. He attracted towards her ass. He though at any cost i will fucked. She said all problems. 



he replied "Looks like this is going to be an all-day job," the plumber said with his head under the kitchen sink. His tight jeans showed off his strong thighs, and his t-shirt had pulled up to reveal his chiseled lower abs.

"Oh dear," said the Preity leaning into the doorway. She was wearing jeans and a conservative button-down blouse. "Well, you'd better get started. Would you like some coffee?"



"No thanks," he replied without looking up. She got a mug out of the cabinet, and just as she started pouring herself some coffee the doorbell rang. While she was out of the room, the plumber surrupticiously rose to a kneeling position and retrieved a packet from his pocket. He emptied its contents into the mug and returned to his work under the sink just as the front door closed.

The Preity returned muttering something about Mormons, and proceeded to fill the rest of her mug with coffee. She added cream and sugar, stirring thoroughly to mix and asked, "If you need anything I'll be in the sitting room."



The plumber looked out at her from his dark recess. "I'll let you know."

After half an hour he called her back into the room with a vague, "Actually, I did think of something you can do." She appeared in a few moments, drowsily leaning against the doorframe. "Sure, what do you need?" she asked in a clear and direct voice.

"I didn't interrupt anything, did I?" the plubmer asked, looking out at her with a devious twinkle in his eye. One hand lazily rested against her inner thigh and with a smile she matter-of-factly said, "No, I was just fingering myself a little. I suddenly got really horny about ten minutes ago."



She looked surprised to hear the words she said, and set down her empty coffee cup to give herself something to do with her hands. "That's ok, I'm just having trouble concentrating and I was hoping you could help."

"Sure, whatever you need," she said helpfully, standing flat-footed, square-shouldered, looking to the plumber for instructions.

"If you could kneel down here," he said, spreading his knees to accommodate her as she did so, "I could really use a blowjob."

"Of course!" she said, a bit flustered, "Where are my manners!" As she unzipped his fly her face was a mix of confusion at trying to determine if this was an odd request, and self chastisement for not having thought of it sooner. Her hands cupped his flacid dick and balls, gently pulling them out of his pants. She started stroking him hard with her fingernails, petting and rubbing his growing member.



"Is this ok?" she asked, wrapping her fingers gently around his shaft and starting to slide them easily up and down his cock.

"Yup, that's great," he replied, pausing his work to enjoy her ministrations. "Don't forget the balls," he added, watching her closely.

"Oh, right!" she said appologetically, "Sorry." Her free hand moved to tickle his balls as she leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth. He rolled his head back as her lips and tongue caressed his member, gently massaging every crevice and contour. He let out a moaning sigh, and she smiled to see she was doing a good job.



Her head started to bob up and down his shaft in long, smooth strokes, and she tried to remember if this was normal household etiquette. She had done this before to another man (was it her husband?) and she felt like that had gone well. Besides, this plumber had asked for this, and wasn't that what courtesy was about after all?

She couldn't remember anything specific, but it felt good to stop trying to remember. Sucking on the cock in her mouth felt good, too. In fact everything felt good, like it was the right thing to do. She smiled. It felt great not feeling like she was always doing something wrong. This cock was throbbing thick and strong now, so she was definitely doing something right.



A hand pushed her head back from the plumber's crotch and she looked up inquisitively at him as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "That's great," he said, "You're a big help."