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[Sahith1995]

SRUTHI HASSAN part-4

Bobby was a one happy man last Sunday and he had

fucked the woman other than his wife for the first
time in his life. But he loved his wife, whom he never
understood and he knew that he would never in his life.
He knew that she loved him too.

Shruti still was recovering from the fucking she got
from her husband. Her sore pussy was now feeling
somewhat better. She knew that she has somewhere
motivated her husband to cheat on her and she fucking
loved it. She thought that she is a nut but her husband
fucking other woman and still loving her deeply made
her happy and her cunt horny.

Bobby was deprived of any sex by his wife for a week
and her new muse Divyanka was also not able to provide him any relief as Bobby would be in office during her working hours at their home. Divyanka was a woman in heat as she desperately wanted to be fucked by her Sahabji.

 Her cunt was on fire and wanted to be filled by the hard throbbing cock of her Sahabji. But she

didn't get any chance as Bobby used to leave for office
before she could come and would be back late at night.
She was looking for any chance to get her cunt getting
rammed by Bobby's cock.

 She had no respite and had no option to but let her husband and lover fuck her.
But, they both could not extinguish the fire lit by
Bobby's cock.

Friday morning, Bobby was getting ready for the
office. Shruti too was getting ready for the office as
she had an important meeting with the client for her weekend sales meet. She was dressed to kill. 

Her skirt was so tight that her ass stood out firmly to get mauled and spanked. Her chiffon shirt was clinging to her body perfectly, giving a clear indication of her
curves. She has kept the top two buttons open. She
bent in front of Bobby to give a good view of her
cleavage.

"Is the view good honey? I have a very important meet
today. I should not disappoint." Shruti teased Bobby.
Bobby was startled with the ample cleavage on display.
His brain was angry and his cock was happy.
"You are going to the office like this? Buttons open."
Bobby asked.

"Is the view not good darling? My client should get the
best view of the future prospects." Shruti winked.

"Slut. The clients would be more interested in your

future prospects than your company's" Bobby smirked,
knowing Shruti was teasing him.

"Its better that way. Company's clients should be
interested in Company's assets. It fetches good
business." Shruti grinned.

"You are impossible my wife. A slut. I love you." Bobby
smiled back.

"You just spoil my mood. I know you love me. It was

going fantastic till you called me slut. I had such big
plans to be a big slut tonight. Maybe I would have gotten laid tonight. But this love thing. Leave it. 

Now I can't get fucked tonight." Shruti mocked angrily and
started laughing. She fastened all the buttons, but her
boobs were perfectly stretching the shirt to give the
viewer her boob's size.

"You are really impossible slut." Bobby shot back
"I love you too hubby." Shruti grinned and started
packing for the office. Bobby too got ready to leave.
Both left the home and reached their respective cars.
Shruti saw Divyanka entering the building. She gave a
mischievous smile.

"Divyanka, come here." She called Divyanka and Bobby
too noticed her.

Divyanka came hurriedly to Shruti and saw Bobby too
and gave a smile to her Sahabji.
"Yes madam." Divyanka said.

"Going to Malhotra?" Shruti asked her, she saw that

Divyanka stared at Bobby and gave him a smile.
"Yes Madam. Will work at their home and will come to
your place. Anything to be done madam?" Divyanka
asked.

"Ok. No, nothing for today. Can you help me with
tomorrow? I will be out of town tomorrow, so Bobby
will be alone on the weekend. Could you cook for him?"
Shruti asked, noticing a glint of happiness in Divyanka's
eyes.

"Sure Madam. You don't worry. I will take care and
cook for sir." Divyanka said happily.

"Good. I know you would like to cook for your Sahabji.

But don't keep him hungry as you did last weekend. I hope you didn't have any complaints from him,

although." Shruti asked mischievously.
"Yes Madam. You don't worry." Divyanka replied.
"I am hungry madam. I need your husband's cock in my
cunt so desperately. I was waiting for the entire week
for it." Divyanka thought.

"Good. And don't spoil my husband. Don't serve him in
the entire house. Especially in the bedroom. He loves
his food in the bedroom." Shruti teased Divyanka.
"No madam. I will clean it up even if sir has his food in
the bedroom. I can't deny him what he wants.'
Divyanka replied with a shy smile.
"Madam, I am his slut now. He can have me wherever he
wants, whenever he wants. Don't worry bitch. I will
have him in the entire house, in whatever hole he
wants." Divyanka thought.

"Divyanka, you are so good." Shruti said and winked at her and then to Bobby.

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Bobby didn't say a word and gave an angry look to his

wife for teasing her. Divyanka gave a wink to Bobby and all left for the day.

Bobby's cock throbbed in excitement through his
drive, imagining his day tomorrow at home with
Divyanka. He reached his office and adjusted his cock
and went to his cabin.

Anupama Parameswaran, Bobby's secretary, came in
the cabin with her diary for today's appointment and
schedule. Anupama was a 24 year old, chubby girl. She
was definitely not a slim girl, but had flesh at the right
places and made her body curvy. She wore her skirts
and shirts in such a manner that it gave a clear idea of
her curvy figure. Her waist, though, was miraculously
slim and highlighted her ass and boobs perfectly.

Anupama was really good at her work and she knew

exactly what her boss needed. Her efficiency at work
and dedication towards him made Bobby rely on her
more than other staff. She admired Bobby a lot and
never let him down and saw that work allotted by her
boss gets done. One year of her job has got a lot of
appreciation from her boss. But still today, even a small
appreciation from her boss makes her most happy and
her day becomes bright and happy.

"So what is for me today till afternoon Anupama?"
Bobby asked without looking to her as he knew that it
was her in the cabin as per the daily ritual.

"Good Morning sir. You have a meeting at 11 today in
the first half of the day and you wanted to look at a
comparison for the last three years portfolio of the
company. I have kept it on your table already. I had
few findings of my own regarding the same, which I
have noted down for you.

 I hope you don't mind it sir.
And lastly, you have to call the bank manager at noon for the ongoing project review." Anupama fired it all, as she always does.


"Perfect. You are my angel." Bobby looked from his
screen to her and smiled.

"Thanks sir. I am still learning." Anupama smiled and
she was blushing with the complement.

"It would be difficult to improve your perfection
further Anupama. Go easy on yourself. You are doing
well." Bobby said her honestly.

"I want to be best for you sir. I am still far away from
perfection. I am lucky to work with you." Anupama
replied sincerely. She literally worshipped her boss.
"Can't complain and can't argue with you angel. How is
your boyfriend? Did he get a new job? Should I try
with my associates?" Bobby asked genuinely.

Anupama was in a relationship with his childhood love

and they went to college together. He was a sweet guy
but not as good as Anupama. He was not ready to face
the real world yet, but Anupama would always stand for
him and they both loved each other.

"He is looking for it sir. He needs to have fire in his
belly. Can't help it. Let him try for his own. I will surely
ask for help if nothing comes fruitful." Anupama
replied.

"Anytime angel." Bobby smiled and got back to his work.

Anupama too got busy with her work. Bobby was happy to have Anupama in his office. Anupama felt herself lucky to have Bobby as her boss.

 She would do anything for him and would follow him blindly. Bobby was aware about it and really wished that she would be happy and
successful.

The day went by and all left the office and Bobby was

sitting alone, completing his day's work. He was about
to pack up and leave for home. His phone ranged. It was
Shruti.

"Yes honey." Bobby answered the call.

"Darling, the company's client liked future prospects of
the company and its assets." Shruti said on the phone
with a laugh.
"Slut" Bobby answered, knowing Shruti well.
"Oh, this slut has a good offer for the night. Clients
are really interested in the company's assets
verifications and inspection for future business." She
continued her teasing..

"Bitch, shut up. Did you really keep those top buttons
undone?" Bobby replied seriously, leaving all other
things in his hand. Shruti just laughed on the phone loudly and said "Keep

guessing. Baby, could you bring the priority passes at
the airport lounge for me. You had got it some days
back."

"I will not give you slut" said Bobby furiously for
teasing him and for keeping guessing him. He got up and
started looking for it though, in his drawers.
"Oh my honey, don't you love me?" Shruti said grinning.
"I am looking for it. Anupama, too, has left. Need to
find out." Bobby said.

Bobby remembered that he had given it to Anupama to
be kept. He went to Anupama's table and started
looking into her drawers. He was stunned as soon as he
opened the drawer. He found a pantie in the drawer. It
would have definitely belonged to Anupama only. He
picked it up and saw that it was soaked with juices. He inhaled it and a strong female cunt juices intoxicated

his nostrils.

"Are you there honey? Did you get it?" Shruti asked
over the phone.

"Yea, looking for it. Will bring it." Bobby answered, still
examining the silk panties and feeling the smoothness
of the material and the wetness of it. "See you stud at home. Outside plans cancelled for you

baby. Waiting for you at home." Shruti giggled and
changed the call.

Bobby was astonished to find these panties in her
secretary's drawers. His cock was getting bigger in his
trouser. He started thinking about his innocent angel.
Why she must have kept her underwear in the office
drawers. Does she leave naked underneath to her
home? Why are the panties wet?

He started looking for the passes though. At the end,
he found the passes in the drawer. He collected the
same and found some DVDs too. It had no name or
marking on it. Bobby's curiosity raised again. He
thought that why it had no name or marking on it.

Three of the DVDs, it must have something on it
though. He decided to look into those DVDs. So he
picked up one of the DVDs and kept the wet panties
and other DVDs again in the drawer. Bobby kept that DVD and passed in his bag and left for

the home. 

He was still thinking about Anupama. He
might have checked her figure many times but never
thought beyond that about her. But today, Bobby was
imagining her naked and how her bubbly curvy figure
would be naked. His cock too was standing at attention
in his trouser on the entire trip back home. Bobby found that Shruti was already at home and

hadn't changed yet. She was sitting on a sofa with her
top 3 buttons opened up and one could have the view of
the best cleavage to enjoy. The dinner was already
placed on the dining table.
"Hubby, so glad you have come. I was feeling so hungry.
And horny. What are you more horny or hungry?"

Shruti asked, looking at the dining table and her own
cleavage.
It was very easy for him to choose. He would have
always chosen what his cock liked more than his poor
stomach. "I can have you for dinner baby." Bobby said,
removing his bag and marched towards his sexy wife.

"Oh, it means you are hungry more. Let's have dinner
then." Shruti said quickly and moved towards the dining
table laughing.

"Fuck you slut." Bobby said angrily. "After dinner baby. And your punishment is still not

over." Shruti said grinning and started making the
plates ready.

"Oh baby, please no more punishment. I love you."
Bobby said and moved to the dining table for dinner.
"My fucking cheating husband, infidelity has
consequences." Shruti said happily.

"Really fuck you." Bobby said in mock anger and both
husband and wife had their dinner discussing their day.
Shruti got up from the chair and bent enough to give
ample cleavage to her hubby under the pretext of
picking up the plates. Bobby knew that Shruti was back
to her slut role and maybe he would be lucky enough to
fuck her sexy wife. "Oh, I have got so many similar glances today. It makes my cunt juices flowing." Shruti smirked at Bobby.

"Slut, did you really keep all three buttons undone at

the meeting?" Bobby asked angrily as Shruti left for
the kitchen.

"I told you to guess. Haven't you guessed yet?" Shruti
shouted from the kitchen.

Bobby knew his wife would keep playing with him until
he really fucks her like a slut. He went directly to the
kitchen and grabbed her from behind, his hands
pressing her boobs and waist. Shruti screamed and
started to get free. Bobby was too strong for her and
she knew that, however, still, she tried her best to get
free.

Her efforts were allowing Bobby to maul her breasts
and waists more. His cock was also rubbing on her ass
as she tried to bend and get free. Bobby's cock was
boiling with blood with her entire body pressing hard in
his arms. Bobby pulled her out of the kitchen and
started taking her to the bedroom. Shruti was still
trying to get free.

 "Leave me bastard. You cheating bastard. Go fuck and

bang your muses." Shruti shouted.
"Shut up bitch. You like to get your company's future
prospects better. I will make your cunt feel sorry for
it." Bobby roared.

Bobby threw Shruti on their bed and pounced on her,
leaving no chance for her to escape. Shruti's cunt was
also tingling and she was also horny. Her breathing was
becoming hard.
Bobby pulled Shruti's shirt and all her remaining
buttons went flying in all directions. Her boobs were
bouncing in her bra. Bobby had become a monster. It
didn't take much time to remove her bra and unzip her
skirt. As he started removing her skirt, he noticed that
she was not wearing her panties. She was naked below
the skirt.

Bobby looked awestruck to Shruti. Shruti noticed the

shock in her hubby's face. A grin escaped from her
face as she couldn't control it.
"My cunt oozes juices when men give horny glances to
my cleavage. It was completely soaked. So I removed it
on my way home and kept it in my bag." Shruti said. Bobby had no words. His cock was fully erect and
 
needed a cunt to tear it apart. But, he suddenly imagined her secretary Anupama and her soaked

panties in the drawer. His cock twitched in his pants.
Bobby quickly removed his trousers and boxer. His
hard cock was standing straight at Shruti's face.
"Slut, you like to tease men, don't you? But do you
know what these horny men will do to you at the first
chance they get?" Bobby said and flipped Shruti to
come on all four on the bed.

"Oh, I never thought about it. Please leave me." Shruti
giggled.

"Slut, I will show you what men will do to you. You will
not be able to walk straight for a week." Bobby
smacked her ass hard.

"Ouuchhh. It stings honey." Shruti moaned.
"It should hurt slut." Bobby smacked a bit harder.

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"Fuckkk. It hurts. Please, leave me." Shruti shouted.

Bobby held her tight from the waist with his one hand
and inserted two fingers in her soaking cunt. He
started moving fingers vigorously in her cunt. Shruti
started trembling and trying to get free from the
rough assault of her husband. But Bobby was too strong
for her.
Bobby removed his finger and placed his hard
throbbing cock at the entrance of the wet tunnel. He
pushed the entire cock at one go in her cunt. Shruti screamed and her mouth was completely open with the
shock and pain. 
She fell right on the bed and Bobby fell
on her, putting the entire weight on her, his cock still
fully fitted in her pussy.
"Bastard, get up. Fuckkkkkkk... It's hurting like hellll.
My pussy might have torn completely." Shruti screamed
with pain.
"No slut. I will teach this fucking teasing bitch, a
lesson today." Bobby said and started riding her
roughly. His cock was ramming her cunt like a roaring
engine. Bobby was roughly mauling her boobs with the
hands.
Shruti was screaming in pain. His cock was drilling her
pussy at the worst possible angle. But, her cunt was
flowing juices like a stream. Bobby was bouncing on her
wife's body to penetrate as deep as possible.

"Do the fucking teasing slut like the cock of a real man
in her juicy cunt this way?" Bobby shouted with
breathing really hard.
"Fuckkk. Bastard, my cunt hole will change permanently.
Fuckkkk... It feels so good... Ram it hard bastard... You
mother fucker..." Shruti screamed in pain and pleasure.
Her eyes wide open, tears flowing from it.

"Bitch, you like to be used, doesn't it? Take it slut"
Bobby said slamming really fast now.
"Yessss. Fuck meeee... Harderrrr... Slam it
harderrrrrrr... It's coming... Don't stop. Don't stop...
Cummminnngggggggggg." Shruti came like a volcano.
Her orgasm literally erupted inside her and she felt
numb.
Bobby slowed down a bit. Shruti's orgasm subsided
after a minute and she laid motionless, breathing hard.
Bobby was still lying on her and his cock embedded
deep in her pussy.

Suddenly, Bobby imagined about Anupama and her
fucking wet panties. He started imagining her naked.
He imagined Anupama naked, her bouncing boobs and
her curvy ass on display on his working table of the
office. He smacks her hard and she is asking for more
in pleasure. Her cunt is oozing juices in anticipation of
getting smack on her ass.

Bobby's cock throbbed and twitched in Shruti's cunt.
She sensed it and looked tiredly back to her husband.
"What are you up to now? My cunt is already damaged."
Shruti said subconsciously.

Bobby didn't say anything. He imagined Anupama
bending on her table and her pussy inviting his cock to
enter and ram it hard. He pulled Shruti up from the
waist and came to his knees on the bed. His cock was
still buried in her leaking cunt. He made Shruti come on
all four. She looked in shock at Bobby.
"Bastard, I am drained. Can't take it anymore." Shruti
pleaded.

Bobby didn't say a word. He was just dreaming of
fucking his curvy secretary bending naked on his table.
He removed his cock from her pussy, except the tip
and pushed it hard in her cunt.

"Fucckkkkk. Nooooo... Pleaseeee..." Shruti cried.
Bobby didn't hear any plea of his wife and pulled out
again to thrust it even harder. He held her waist with
one hand so that she wouldn't fall and smacked her ass
with the other hand.
"Noooooooo... Pleasseeeeeeee... My pussyyyyyyy."
Shruti cried.
Bobby pulled Shruti's hair and pulled her back to get
maximum angle and started fucking her hard. Shruti
was crying relentlessly. Bobby spanked her ass and her
ass cheeks were bright red due to assault.
Shruti was trembling and moaning, along with pain.
Bobby was in his own trance and continued imagining
fucking his secretary deep and hard. He imagined that
she was begging for more and more. Bobby pounded her
wife instead really hard.

"You want more slut. Do you like your boss's cock so
much? You are begging for more. What a slut I have as
a secretary." Bobby bubbled, in his own trance,
forgetting that he was actually fucking his wife and not
his secretary.
Shruti's mouth went wide open. She turned her head to
look at her husband, whose eyes were closed. She was
in shock that her husband was imagining fucking her
secretary. Suddenly, her cunt was tingling. She didn't understand that she was not at all jealous but feeling
more excited. For the first time, she pushed herself
back to get maximum cock in her cunt.

"Give it to me. Please. Harderrr... ohhhh...
fucccckkkkkk." Shruti moaned.
Bobby pumped harder and harder.
"Oh my god... Just ram your dirty fucking cock in my
cunt.. pleasseeeeee... fuckkkk meeeeee... I ammm
cummmminnggggg... don't dare to stop pleaseeeeee."
Shruti again on the verge of orgasm, screamed.

"Take it slut." Bobby's strokes became slow and hard.
He was also on the verge and came deep in her pussy.
His cum might have directly hit her wife's womb. He
came like a hose pipe pumping water.

Both of them were completely drained in sweat and
were breathing hard. Both fell on bed hard and Shruti
gave a grunt of being passed out completely. She lied
unconscious with the hard hit orgasm and the pounding
she got from Bobby's cock.

Bobby, was also completely spent. He removed his cock
from her wife's pussy and got up from her wife's limp
body. His back hit the bed and he
too immediately slept out of exhaustion.
Bobby got up in the morning to notice that the sun was
already bright enough and his wife was not on the bed
anymore. She might have already got up. He looked at
the watch. It was already 8.00 am. Bobby got up and
looked for his clothes.

"Honey, are you ok. I am sorry for yesterday. I just."
Bobby tried to console. He seated in front of her
across the table.
"Shut up, bastard. Does anyone fuck their wife with
such brutality?" Shruti roared, discomfort in her
seating could be clearly seen.
"I don't know what took over me." Bobby said with
guilt.

"Bastard, now this Anupama took over you. Asshole, she
is such a nice girl." Shruti looked at her, finishing her
breakfast.
Bobby was in shock and he came to the senses,
remembering what his mouth spit it out. He looked
down and didn't reply.
"You are such a bastard. Fuck your whore hard today.
Make her cry, you mother fucker. Don't use your wife
like your whore. I will not be able to sit properly now.
My clients will stare at me when I will walk differently.
You just destroyed my cunt. And about Anupama, we
will talk later. She is such a lovely chubby girl." Shruti
fired at Bobby.

She got up from the chair. One could immediately
sense that she was having a bit of pain in her ass. She
tried her best to walk normally, but there was a bit of
awkwardness in her normal walk.
Bobby had no words to say. He could just manage, "I am
really sorry honey. I love you."
Shruti glared at her, "Fuck you."
Bobby didn't dare to say anything. Shruti picked her
belongings for the weekend meet and left the house,
without saying anything to Bobby.
Bobby was crestfallen and he knew he screwed it up.
He started having his breakfast. After a minute or so,
his phone beeped with a message.
'Love you too, cheating, whore fucking, monster,
bastard husband.' Shruti's message read. Bobby had a
smile on his face. He was a bit relieved. He texted back
'Love you a lot'.

Shruti's reply message beeped, 'Fuck those whores
hard. Your punishment. Need proof.' Bobby smiled and started finishing his breakfast. He
did complete his daily rituals which included
meditation, yoga and running on weekends. He decided
to get shower and get ready for the day. He walked in
the shower. Cold water cooled his warmed up body.
The bell rang and he decided to complete his bath
first. But on the persistent ringing, he came out of the
bathroom, all wet, just a towel around his waist. He
unlocked the door to find Divyanka standing on the
door smiling.

[K.rahul]

Superb stories bro

[Curiousbull]

Hot as always. Love Shruti.

[Kalyan143]

123 page is over
waiting for more

[mdnkmr131]

Hi Krishan 202. I don't know you are going to read message or not, but I want to say. This is one of best thread I've seen. With out expecting viewers reply you posted lot of erotic stories in every 3 or 4 days or a week end update regularly. I appreciate for that. Your viewers are missing you including me. Thanks.

[DurgaShubham21]

Bro what about mansion house anushka nayantara story

[DurgaShubham21]

Update bro

[Sahith1995]

Up in the kitchen, Ganesh stopped loading the

dishwasher from breakfast. What was that sound? It
sounded sort of like opera. He looked around the
kitchen. Strange. Maybe he'd go and find Anushka and
see if she heard it, too.

"Wow, Mom." Krishan tried to catch his breath. He felt
Anushka's pussy rhythmically squeeze his dick as she
finished cumming. He pulled out of her and looked
down. His dick was a frothy mess.

"I thought you had ... lost interest in me,. But I was ...
very wrong ... it seems." Anushka's whole body buzzed.
Her mind couldn't quite clear itself.
"I just had a lot ... on my mind. It's almost like you're
my girlfriend ... now." The words were awkward in his
ears.
"Don't say ... that stuff, Krishan." Anushka's eyes
regained focus, and she bent over to fetch some
towels. She tossed one to Krishan and put the other
one between her legs. "I'm your ... mother. I'm just
helping you out with a difficult situation."
"Okay." Krishan used the towel to rub off his slowly
deflating dick.
"Now let's get you to school." Anushka pulled up her
panties, knowing that she would be leaking quite a bit
of Krishan's sperm into them on the drive over to
school. "And let's be more careful in the future."

 "But Mom --" Krishan pulled up his pants.
"I'm not saying whose fault it was. But we can't risk
pregnancy." She shook her hips and let her dress fall
down around her knees. "Okay, let's get you to school."
Anushka smiled. She felt good. As she walked up to the
main floor, she realized she felt really, really good.
Krishan grabbed his backpack and they walked to the
front door.

"There you are," Ganesh called down to them from the
grand east stairway. "What's Krish doing home? I
thought the school bus left already."
"Oh." Anushka spun around and tried not to look guilty.
"We ... um ... we ... um ..."
"She was helping me with some homework I forgot to
do last night." Krishan frowned up at his father. "She's
taking me to school now."
"Oh, okay." Ganesh, oblivious to their discomfort,
smiled down at them. "Did you hear a high-pitched
sound a little while ago? Sounded almost like a lady
singing."
"No, dear." Anushka shook her head and shot Krishan, a
stern look out of the corner of her eye.
"Okay, maybe it was the wind." Ganesh shrugged. "Or
maybe the ghosts have returned." He laughed. "I'm
going to sweep up those ridiculous salt symbols now" He
waved goodbye, turned, and walked up the stairs to put
on his work clothes.

"We have to be more careful," Anushka said under her
breath as she led Krishan out to the car.
But wouldn't you know it, not ten minutes later, she
leaned sideways from the driver's seat, blowing her son
while he sat in the passenger's seat. Their car rocked
ever so slightly in an empty lot three blocks away from
the high school. She eagerly drank his salty stuff when
he spewed it down her throat. Her skills were improving
to the point that she didn't let any escape her mouth.
They were a little late for school, so she had to check
him in at the front desk. 
It was awkward for Anushka
talking to the school's administrative assistant with
the taste of sperm on her tongue and her vagina oozing
into her panties. But Anushka soldiered through, kissed
Krishan on the forehead, and sent him off to class.

~~
"So, this is what's left of our dreamstone?" Ileana
carefully unwrapped the rags that surrounded the rock
on her coffee table. She pulled her hand away and
sucked in her breath when she saw what their precious
stone had become. "This has been used for generations, Maxamed." The large, black stone was crisscrossed by long red veins now, pulsing to some unholy beat.
"Yes." Maxamed stood with his arms folded over his
tie, carefully watching his wife.
"It's become an abomination." She reached her hand to
touch it, but stopped. Some instinct told her not to.
"When I go back, I can get us another one." Maxamed
pressed his lips together. "This one seems to have
soaked up all the demons into it and calcified them. At
least they won't harm anyone anymore."
"But have you ever heard of such a thing?" The pulsing
mesmerized Ileana. Her hand extended toward the
stone again.

"I have not." Maxamed shook his head. "But I will ask
around."
"It's really quite compelling." Ileana's finger touched
the rock and a warmth ran up her arm. A loud crack
reverberated around their living room and the stone
broke into thirteen pieces. Ileana stepped back in
alarm, the heat moving to her chest.

"What did you do, woman?" Maxamed swooped in and
examined the erstwhile dreamstone. It had broken
neatly, without any chipping. "This cannot stay in our
house." He bundled the pieces up in the rag and ran out
the front door.
Ileana watched her husband drop the bundle out by the
sidewalk, and then he slowly walked back into the
house. Maxamed left the front door open when he
returned and stood with his back to it.
"If the demons are tied up in the stone, there is a
danger there it seems." He stood with his hands on his
hips. "How should I best dispose of the evil we purged
from the Anushka home? Perhaps the bottom of a lake.
Or maybe if we seek the help of an elder who ..."
Ileana tuned out her husband. She watched a group of
teenagers walk down the sidewalk and open the rag
he'd left on the edge of their lawn. Three boys and two
girls reached down and snatched up all thirteen pieces.
And then they walked off laughing and teasing each
other. Just like that, her husband wouldn't need to
worry about disposing of the dreamstone.

"... or an abandoned well." Maxamed looked at his placid
wife, annoyed that she had somehow broken the
dreamstone and then offered no ideas of her own for
its disposal. "Why did your touch break it?"
"I think ... I think ... I had a vision of its destruction,"
Ileana lied. "And my touch was its annihilation. I bet if
you went back to the covering now, it would be empty.
The evil that plagued the Anushka’s family is gone
from this Earth."
"That would be very strange." Maxamed slowly turned
and walked out through his open front door. He
stepped down the walkway and stopped next to the rag.
He bent down to pick it up. It was empty. She was
right. None of this made any sense. Maxamed knew he
would have to ask around the community to see what
others knew of these strange things. He took the
empty rag and tossed it in his neighbor's curbside
garbage can and walked back into the house. "How are
you feeling, Ileana?"
"I am tired, husband. Might I have some quiet time to
rest in our bedroom?" She turned and walked toward
the bedroom without waiting for his reply.

"Of course, I will not disturb you." He needed her to
regain her strength. There was so much strangeness
surrounding them now, it was hard to tell if things
would finally quiet down. This job seemed hardly worth
the work Ganesh had promised to do on their house.
When Ileana closed and locked the door to her
bedroom, she was not surprised to see that giant black
dildo waiting for her on the neatly made bed. "Even if I
wanted to use you, I am too sore from my time with
that boy," she whispered to the thing. "And I do not
want to use you at all." She picked it up off the bed
and put it in her dresser drawer. She wasn't concerned
about Maxamed finding it. She knew it would soon
disappear, playing its devious games.
"I have willpower, you see?" Ileana looked at the closed
drawer as she removed her dress. She unhooked her
bra and let her small breasts fall free. There was
something wrong with her panties. She looked down to
see a wet spot on the front. god help her, she was still
leaking that boy's sperm. How much had he deposited
in her? She put on new panties and got into bed. She
was proud of her willpower with that dark phallus. That
she could deny that evil thing boded well as she put her time with the krishan behind her. She quietly drifted
off to sleep.
~~
In the second period, a note from the office pulled
Krishan out of class. He walked down the long halls
back to the main office and was shocked to see
Hansika happily chatting with the secretary when he
got there.

"Hello, Krishan. Your sister-in-law signed you out for
your doctor's appointment," the secretary said.
"She what?" Krishan was very confused.

"Remember? Your mom couldn't take you today, so she
asked me to do it." Hansika smiled and nodded at him.
Her blue eyes filled with sincerity.

"Sure." Krishan nodded. He had no such memory. "My
books are still in the classroom."

"We'll have someone pick them up, and we'll hold them
here for you." The secretary offered her most benign
smile. "Have a good appointment."

"Thanks." Krishan followed Hansika out of the school in
silence watching her dress swish back and forth. When
they were out in the parking lot, he stepped closer to
her. "I thought we couldn't afford a doctor. Did Mom
finally freak out about my dick?"

"For someone so smart, you certainly are a dummy
sometimes." She looked at him sideways, with an
apologetic smile. "I made it up."
"You what?" Krishan stopped. "I have to go back. I
can't miss class for nothing. I'll be behind everyone
else."
"Come on, dummy. You can miss a little class. You
skipped the other day, remember?" Hansika grabbed
his hand and pulled him toward her car. "Didn't you get
my voicemail this morning?"
"No." Krishan let her guide him toward her SUV. "I was
... um ... busy."
"You're always so busy." She opened her passenger
door and shoved him in. "If you don't answer your
messages, this is what you get."

"Kidnapped?" Krishan said as she slammed the door and
walked around to the driver's side.
Hansika settled herself in the driver's seat and looked
over at him with some seriousness. "Look, I know school
is important to you, but you gotta know that this is
important to me." She put her hand on his lap and
squeezed his cock. She left her hand there as his dick
grew. Her eyes fell down to the bulge in his shorts.
"And I can tell this is important to you, too." She
moved her hands to the elastic waist and pulled his
shorts down.
"Han, this is my school parking lot." Krishan looked
around with his brow furrowed. There was no one
around, only parked cars. "Someone will see us."
"I just want to have a look really fast." She pulled down
his underwear and stared as his semi-hard penis sprang
out. "It's really incredible, Krish." She started the car
and pulled out of her parking spot. Her left hand went
to the wheel, her right hand fell to his dick and
stroked him. "This is the sort of dick that would move
the rise and fall of nations."

"I don't ... think ... that's how countries work, Pen."
Despite the situation, it felt really good. He let her do
her thing.
"Maybe not." Hansika drove them out on the main road
and turned toward her house. It was hard to keep her
eyes forward. "Does that feel good?"
Krishan nodded.
"It feels good in my hand, too." She pulled onto her
street. "Are you happy I pulled you out of class now,
smartypants?"
"No ..." Krishan watched her take her hand off the
wheel to hit the garage opener on her sun visor. "Yes
..." They pulled into the garage. "I don't know."
"You're so flustered. It's cute." Her right hand
continued on his cock while she hit the button to close
the garage door and turned off the car. "And to think,
I was so nervous about coming to see you at school."
She climbed over to Krishan, pulled up her dress, and
straddled his lap. "I hope I'm not crushing you." She
pulled her panties to the side and lined his dick up with
her slick pussy.

"No, it's fine." Krishan looked up at her as she wiggled
her hips and lowered herself onto him. Her blonde hair
shaded her face in the dimly lit garage, but he could
clearly see her expectant smile and then the look of
surprise as she felt him stretch her out.
"I'm ... aaahhhhhhh ... not going to leave your brother."
Hansika slowly started bouncing on him, she could raise 
her hips so high above his lap without dislodging him it
was almost comical.

"I ... didn't ask you to." He reached up and cupped her
heavy boobs through her dress. "And I have a
girlfriend ... remember? I'm not leaving her."
"I'd very much ... uh ... uh ... uh ... like to meet her."
Hansika's hips sped up, her nerve endings sparked with
pleasure.
"I don't think ... that's a good ... idea."
"I won't embarrass ... you ... Krish." She could hear the
wet sounds coming from her pussy in the closed space
of the car. She twisted her hips a little each time she
hit bottom and grunted like a mad woman. Nothing else felt like this eighteen-year-old's dick. "You have ... sex with her ... yet?"

"Yes." He gripped her boobs harder and looked up to
see her eyes closed tight and her mouth hanging open.
"Then ... uh ... uh ... uh ... we have a lot in common.
We've both ... had you inside us. We've both ... had the
best sex ... of our lives." Hansika screamed as her
orgasm tightened her muscles, and her pussy clenched
down on his cock. She pushed down with her hips and
jerked on his lap for several seconds.

Krishan let her work out her orgasm, and then pulled
her boobs up and down to get her bouncing on him
again. "I didn't know you were so ... kinky."
"Me neither." She sighed and put her hands on top of
Krishan's hands. She pressed his fingers harder into
her breasts. "Karan and I thought ... we knew what sex
was." Her pussy quivered. Shit, she was about to cum
again. "But ... we didn't. Oh, God ... Brad still doesn't."
She shrieked out another orgasm. When she finished,
she pulled off him and climbed into the back. She
spread a spare towel she kept in the car out on the
seat. "Let's not stain the upholstery." And beckoned
Krishan back with her. They mated in her car for two
hours until Krishan finally came inside her. She sighed,
laying on her back with her legs spread, cradling his
sweaty head to her left boob. "That took you a long
time to cum. Is your girlfriend using you up?"

"To be honest ..." He sighed and pressed his nose into
her soft flesh. She smelled sweet and musty. It was
perfect. "I have been having way more sex than I ever
thought I would."
"Well, you deserve it, Krish." She played with his blond
hair as they lay there. Spending languid time with
Krishan, with his huge cock still lodged inside her, was
just about the best feeling in the world. After the
feeling of humping him, of course. "Should I take you
back to school?"

"Probably."
Neither of them moved for a good long while.
Eventually, they cleaned best they could, dressed, and
Hansika drove Krishan back to school. He made it just
in time for the final bell.

[Sahith1995]

~~


Things were getting overwhelming for Krishan, so other
than daily blowjobs from his mom, he took a few days
off from sex. He didn't want Hansika to show up at
school again, or do anything else unexpected. He
especially didn't want her to do anything that might tip
off Anushka about what was going on.

 So, he promised her via text that he'd stop over after school on Monday.
 He hoped that would hold her off.
Friday night rolled around, and Krishan went to bed
early. He was in the middle of a wonderful dream, when
a cold hand on his shoulder pulled him from sleep. His
eyes shot open in panic, but then a wide, groggy smile
spread across his face in the dark. He looked up to see
Nayanthara beaming down at him. She wore a long
nightgown, and Krishan could see that she was still not
pregnant.

"Your efforts are bearing fruit, dearie." Nayanthara
smiled back at her handsome boy and gently sat at the
edge of his bed. "As you can see, I can touch you again.
You're filling the house with such wonderful energy.
Positively rambunctious."

"It's great to see you, Nayanthara."
"And as always, Krish, you are a sight for sore eyes."
She folded his blanket and tucked it under his chin.
"Now, did I see that you planted your seed inside your
mother again?"
Krishan nodded.

"Well, done. Truly phenomenal. And for that I will
reward you." Nayanthara twisted her ring with its
binary diamonds around her finger very slowly. "But
first I have a few requests."
"What?" Krishan raised his eyebrows.
"I would like you to take the marvelous Anushka
through the back avenue."
"Her butt?" Krishan hated to tell Nayanthara no, but
he shook his head. "Mom would never go for it."

"She would." Nayanthara nodded good naturedly. "If
it's that, or bearing another child, she'll try it. I
promise."
"Really?" Krishan was skeptical.
"I would also like you to bring your brother's wife back
to the house and take her here." She smiled patiently,
like a teacher laying out the coursework for the week.

"It was good for the house when you shook her
carriage at her place. But it would be much better
within these walls."

"I don't know." Krishan didn't much like these
requests. "We'll get caught."
"Just as you and your mother have been caught?"
Nayanthara winked at him. "I can't make you disappear,
but I can help obfuscate your relations, dearie."
"You can?" Thinking it over, it now made sense that
Shriya or his father hadn't discovered what he'd been
up to. He was never as careful as he intended.

"My last chore for you is to visit Ileana tomorrow at
eleven o'clock in the morning." Nayanthara pulled the
blanket down past Krishan's knees and took in an eyeful
of his pale, skinny form. She smiled at his hard
bludgeon, poking up past the waistband of his strange
underwear. It rested past his belly button. "Her
husband and children will leave her for a time
tomorrow. Make congress with her again and invite her
back to the house for a later date. Can you do that for
me?" She brushed her fingertips along his cockhead
and gently pulled down his underwear.
"Yes." Krishan nodded.

"Good boy." Nayanthara stood and pulled her nightgown over her head.

 she had smaller boobs, and a much
younger looking body. "Now, for your reward I intend
to teach you much you do not know about a woman's
body." She reached down, formed a v with her fingers,
and pulled at her vagina. "Do you know about the love
button?" With her other hand, she pointed out her clit.
Krishan nodded.
"Good, let me show you what to do with it. This is how
to properly tend to the crinkum crankum."

Krishan had forgotten how frigid Nayanthara's skin
was. He was eager to learn. After he'd brought her to
a loud orgasm, he watched her alabaster body bounce
onto the bed and lay on her back. The triangle of hair
between her legs look so bright on her pale skin.

"With such a long bludgeon, you have more positions
open to you than most men, dearie. Let me show you a
few." Nayanthara guided Krishan into a reverse
missionary position, and they went at it for several
minutes.
"That's amazing." Krishan felt like he really could treat
a woman differently than other men. It was an
intoxicating thought.
"Most men would feel pain, but you have a distinct
advantage." She lifted his hips on the outstroke and
dislodged him. "Now learn the Irish garden." She put
him on his back and lowered herself facing away from
him, so that her legs extended past his shoulders and
her breasts kissed the sheets. They writhed like that
for a while. "You may slap me, Krish."

"That's okay." Krishan instead gripped the back of her
thighs.
"Slap me, Krishan." She looked back over her shoulder
at him with a dark look.
Krishan smacked her right butt cheek. And then the
left one. "Like that?"
"That's a good lad."
Nayanthara ran him through many new positions. She
called them names like iron throne, tulip, and rabbit
ears. It was a whirlwind of sex for Krishan, and by the
time they finished he'd cum in her frigid pussy three
times.

Somewhere in the house, a clock chimed five times.
Dawn was coming. Nayanthara tucked Krishan back in
bed and kissed his sweaty brow. "There now. Remember
what you learned. These lessons will come into use
sooner rather than later."
"Goodnight, Nayanthara." Krishan closed his eyes with a contented smile. It was so nice to have her back.

"Goodnight my prince." And with that, Nayanthara
vanished.

~~

All houses seemed tiny to Krishan, now that he lived in
Mansion. But the Ileana house seemed excessively small
and unadorned from the outside. Krishan stood on the
front step rubbing his hands together with nervous
tension. If Nayanthara hadn't asked this of him, he
never would have been there. Not in a million years. He
mustered his courage and rang the doorbell. When
nothing happened, he gave the front door a timid knock.
A few seconds later, the front door opened and Ileana
looked out at Krishan. Her welcoming smile faded when
she saw who it was. "Krishan. What are you doing
here?" Deep inside, she felt a pull to protect and
indulge the boy. But she now knew she had willpower
and could resist the pull of that accursed house.

"I have to see you, Can I come in?" Krishan shifted his
weight from one foot to the other and back again. He
tugged at his t-shirt.
"I am sorry, you may not." Ileana wore her usual long,
flowing dress. she made her presence known in the
doorway. He would not pass into her home. "Even if I
were to forget all that happened between us, I cannot
allow a man into my home without my husband present."
She looked around the neighborhood. No one watched
them.

"Please?" Krishan wanted to reach out and touch her,
but dared not. "I'm only eighteen, I'm sure Ileana
wouldn't mind."
Ileana screwed her eyes at him like he was crazy, but
stepped aside. She put a hand on his bony shoulder and
pulled him into the house. "Fine, but be quick. I
shouldn't be doing this." She closed the door behind
them and led him into the living room.
The house smelled like strange spices to Krishan. The
décor was different than any home he'd been in
before, lots of small statues and lavish textiles on the
walls. "Okay, this isn't easy to say, so ..." Krishan took a
deep breath. "... I'll just say it. We need to have sex
again."
"Are you crazy?" Ileana wasn't sure what she was
expecting, but this wasn't it. Maybe an apology. Maybe
an update on the demons that plagued that house. "I
should beat you with my broom."

"Look, I'm sorry." Krishan unbuttoned his pants and
dropped them around his ankles. He could see her eyes
zero in on the bulge in his micro-boxers. "But you really
liked it last time, remember?" He dropped his
underwear, too. His dick flopped out at half-mast. "And
there's still poison left. I need you to draw out the
poison."
"You seem to have an inexhaustible supply of poison."
Ileana stepped over to him and reached down toward
that massive penis. She brushed her fingernails over
the veins and watched it grow. The head of it grew
darker and darker. Was her willpower really abandoning
her now? "Don't you see? If I help you, I draw the
poison inside me."
"I hadn't thought about it that way." Krishan sighed.
Her touch felt so good.

"You poisoned my well." She gripped his strange thing
and stroked it with her left hand. It was now hard as
steel. "But I suppose I did what needed to be done to
protect you." She looked into the teenager's face and
could see the pleasure her hand gave him. "Did you
know that my touch ruptured the dreamstone? And
that I watched as the little, evil pieces fled into the
world? I could have stopped it. But I did not."
Krishan shook his head. He wasn't sure what she was
talking about. "Let's go to your bedroom."

"Once more." Ileana bit her lip as her eyes traveled
back down to his big thing. "Just this once more,
promise me."
"I promise." Krishan looked down at her hand moving on
his dick. "How come you don't have a wedding ring?"
"That is not our tradition." Ileana took hold of his penis
and led him by it into the bedroom she shared with
husband. A short time later, she rode him with his long
thing way up inside her. She still had on her dress,
pulled up around her hips, and she still wore her hijab.
Her eyes glazed over, and she gritted her teeth in
ecstasy. How could anything feel so good?

"Are you going to cum again?" Krishan looked up at the
ecstatic woman as she gyrated her hips in little circles
on him.
"Gggggghhhhhhhhh." Ileana couldn't quite get words
out of her mouth. Stars exploded before her eyes like
watching god's creation. She threw her head back and
screamed.
This woman was completely losing control on his dick
was an unforgettable sight for Krishan. He just wished
Nayanthara could be there to see it, too. Suddenly,
Krishan wondered what Anushka would say if she could see this wife writhing with Krishan on her marriage
bed. Maybe she wouldn't approve.
When her orgasm passed, Ileana changed her motion to
long strokes. She placed her hands on Krishan's chest
and bounced with enough force that she completely
lifted off the bed on every upstroke. "What ... uh ... uh
... have you done ... to me?" She whined. "How can I --"
She was interrupted by her phone ringing. She turned
her head. Her mobile was where she'd left it over on
her dresser. She stopped her motions and looked down
at Krishan in wide-eyed panic. "I must ... check that. It
could be ... my husband ." She tried to slow her
breathing.

"Let it go to voicemail." Krishan flexed his dick inside
her and felt her pussy involuntarily squeeze back. "I
never answer my phone." But he watched her pull off
him and race across the room. He got a good view of
her curvy butt before her dress fell back down around
her ankles.
It was as she feared, her husband calling. Ileana picked
up the phone, but before answering she looked over her
shoulder at the pale, naked boy laying on her bed. His
penis stood proudly up in the air. "Quiet now, he cannot
know you are here." Without giving Krishan a chance to
respond, she answered the call and held the phone up
to her ear. "Hello ... husband," She said.
"You sound out of breath," Maxamed said, "What's
wrong?"
"I was just ... doing chores." Ileana leaned with her
elbows on the dresser, her back to the bed. She tensed
when she felt hands on her backside, lifting her dress.
She looked over her shoulder to see Krishan behind
her. She gave him a fierce stare.
"You are supposed to be resting," Maxamed said.
"You've been through much. I did not take the children to my mother's so that you could tire yourself around
the house."

"Sorry, I ... I ..." Ileana had a hard time forming a
thought when Krishan slipped back inside her. It didn't
hurt at all anymore. He had changed her vagina. "I just
... wanted to get some ... things done." She realized now
she would need to do chores after Krishan left so that
Maxamed wouldn't get suspicious.
"Well, you sound terrible, woman." Maxamed sounded a
little angry. "Get to bed this instant."
"Yesss." Ileana turned and walked with little steps
toward the bed, the teenager still humping her from
behind. They crossed the room this way, and she got
onto all fours on the mattress, his penis never leaving
her vagina. "I am ... in bed ... now." In this new position,
Krishan gave it to her harder. She feared Maxamed
would hear the slapping of his hips on her butt. "I
musssst ... be going ... now."

"Are you so winded from a trip to bed? Get some sleep.
I cannot have a wife in such a weakened state."
Maxamed was so used to giving orders, but he did not
know, he had little control over his wife at the moment.
Ileana held the phone away from her ear. Her
husband's voice sounded so tiny and insignificant.
"Resting now, dear husband. Goodbye." And she turned
the call off and dropped the phone to the bed. "Why
would you ... uh ... uh ... do that?" She launched her hips
back at him with every thrust. "If he caught us ..." But
she stopped speaking when Krishan stopped thrusting.
He moved her legs so that she was on her feet, squatting, with her hands placed right in front of her
toes.
"I'm sorry. You just looked so cute bent over like that.
I couldn't stop myself." He held her hips and started
thrusting again.
"What ... is ... this?" Ileana felt so exposed. She'd
never dreamed of a position like this.
"I don't remember ... uh ... uh ... what Nayanthara
called it." He slapped her butt and she yelped but
offered no further protest. "I call ... the position ...
froggy style," Krishan panted.
"God have mercy. You're ... even deeper ... this way."
Ileana was swept away by another orgasm.

Watching her shake and twist in this new position,
Krishan felt his balls churn. "I'm gonna ... cum." Hearing
no protest from her, he unloaded deep inside Ileana.
Spurt after spurt of hot spunk filled her up and an
electric feeling ran through his nerves. After cumming,
Krishan pulled her off his dick and she fell face
forward onto the bed. Her dress still bunched above
her butt. Krishan could see her pussy leaking cum. He
gave her butt one last gentle smack and fell on the bed
next to her. "That was great."

"Mmmrrrpphh." Ileana mumbled something into the
blanket.
"So, I know I said this would be the last time, but ..."
Krishan traced the curve of her butt with his fingers.
She was different than Hansika and Anushka. "I need
you to come to the house. I promise that will be the
last time. Okay?"

"The ... very ... last time?" Ileana's vagina still hummed
with joy, even as Krishan's seed slowly leaked out of
her. More poison, she thought.
"How about tomorrow night, can you get away?" Krishan
stood up and dressed himself slowly.
"Maxamed would never let me." Ileana knew she was
giving him an eyeful with her butt up in the air, but she
couldn't bring herself to move.
"After he goes to sleep then." Krishan thought about
that scary man sleeping in this very bed tomorrow
night. How odd a thing that he was in this man's inner
sanctum.
A rush of warmth and a need to protect Krishan moved
through Ileana. She rolled onto her side to look up at
him. Her hijab was out of place, so she straightened it.
"I will do that for you." She nodded with a solemn
expression on her face.
"Great." Dressed now, Krishan bent down and kissed
her on the cheek. "Thank you, so much. How about
midnight? I'll meet you at the front door."

She nodded.
"I don't want to be here when your husband gets back,
so I'm going to jet. Okay? See you soon."
"Go out the back way." Ileana couldn't help but smile
seeing Krishan's exuberance when she accepted his
invitation. "The sliding door next to the living room."
"Will do." He waved and bounded out of the bedroom.
Ileana sighed. What had she gotten herself into? She
forced her sore body to move. She had cleaning to do.

[Curiousbull]

HOT HOT HOT

[DurgaShubham21]

When did illeana fucked krishan

[DurgaShubham21]

On which page that update is can anyone tell

[ashw]

Anushka is My Wife,My Love,My Honey,My Sweetheart



Anushka is my wife and I am her hubby..She is made for me only...I hug her tightly and lick her whole naked body and fuck her daily day and night with my monster dick very very hard in every position of Kamasutra and in her every hole..She moaning loudly and enjoy real pleasure with me in bed...She is My LOVE, My JAAN.

[Phantom]

On which page that update is can anyone tell.

Ileana replaced Catherine for this series.... In the Mansion session 1 Catherine was fucked not Ileana.... This is the 2nd update of Mansion session 2.... This is the first time when Ileana is fucked.... (◔‿◔)

[PANNIRUVAEL KHAI]

Could you share the whole story ,, I am really confused

[nagadap592]

This story needs to be compiled into a pdf. Way too spread out

[Sahith1995]

Happy Birthday Rakul Preet Singh

[Sahith1995]

Part -1

"How the hell did I get stuck with this job?" Rakul spat
as she slammed the phone down on her desktop. It was
the day and Dr. Jai decided to take off at the last
minute. He could have decided that weeks ago, but no.
He had to go ahead and schedule appointments for
today. Then make Rakul come to work because she was
"...the only single one in the office." Then upon her
arrival she gets a message from Dr. Jai informing her
that he will not be in because they had only scheduled
6 patients for the day.

And it was Rakul's job to call them all and postpone
their appointments. 

She had cancelled five. But was
unable to reach the sixth one. It seems that somebody must have written his number down incorrectly because the one she was dialing was not in service.  

Itwas a new patient who had never been there before. According to the records his name was Johnson and he had called Wednesday morning because he was feeling sick.
His appointment wasn't until 1:00 PM so Rakul guessed that
she would have to stay until he arrived then tell him
that he had to reschedule. "What a fucking wasted
day?" She said.
Rakul had been working for Dr. Jai for just over six
months now. It was her first job as a nurse. Of course
she wasn't. But Dr. Jai hired her to work there while
she attended school to become a Registered Nurse
part-time. Due to her job and school Rakul had little
time for a social life. She lived alone and would have
really enjoyed the opportunity to go home to visit her
parents for the holiday. And she would have had it not
been for Dr. Jai and his royal fuck-up.
Rakul was a very attractive woman. Standing just over
5'8", she had long, curly blond hair. A very pretty face.
Blue eyes and pouty lips. A firm 33-B, 25, 34 body and
long shapely legs.

She had plenty of time before Mr. Johnson was
scheduled to arrive so Rakul walked around the office
looking for things to do. Theirs was the only office
open in the entire complex. Causing Rakul to feel
uncomfortable leaving the downstairs door unlocked.
She went into the side room and was going through a
little used file cabinet where she found a small stack
of porno magazines. Dr. Jai did work with couples with  reproductive problems as well as men suffering from
impotence.
His job sometimes required the men to provide samples
so these were kept on hand to help provide the male
patients with visual stimulation in the bathroom. Rakul
had taken many cups containing samples from blushing
men who had just masturbated in the bathroom with
her outside. And she knew full well that some of them
had been thinking about her while doing it as well. That
didn't bother her. In fact, she and the other ladies
would often get a kick out of it afterwards. Rakul
began thumbing through the magazines, wondering how
many men had ejaculated over some of their pages. 

While looking through she found a couple containing
graphic sex scenes. No doubt these were for the more
hard core cases needing arousal. Rakul was captivated
by one of the men in the pictures. He had a cock much
larger than any of the six she had experienced in her
lifetime. She began feeling herself becoming wetter as
she looked at the pages. She glanced at the clock, it
was a few minutes after noon, and she had at least
thirty minutes before Mr. Johnson would arrive, so she
walked into one of the patient rooms and sat on the
examination table and began reading the short story
that went with the pictures. In no time she had her white pants and panties off and was lying on the
examination table.
Seeing the stirrups reminded her that she was in one
of the rooms for the female patients. It had been
about a year since Rakul had last felt a man's penis
inside her. Feeling overly aroused she propped her legs
into the stirrups and began fingering her pussy while
continuing with the article. Show just imagined what
Dr. Jai would think if he walked in and caught her.
Perhaps he would drop his pants and fuck her.

While Rakul was beginning her fantasy she failed to
hear the office door open. Eric Johnson had arrived
earlier than anticipated. The thirty-eight year old was
about six-feet tall, had brown hair and an average
build. He walked to the front desk and looked around
but did not see anyone. He was about to call out when
he heard a soft moan from the back room. His first
instinct was to run, thinking that foul play was involved.
But he decided to check and see first. Cautiously he
walked around the counter and headed down the hall.
He could see one room with the door fully ajar and
stepped silently closer. He peaked around the corner
and could not believe what he saw. There was the nurse
with her legs spread apart playing with herself. She
was engrossed in her magazine and did not notice him
standing there.
Eric could not believe his good fortune. He felt his
pecker stiffening inside his jeans as he watched the
young nurse diddling herself. He knew at once that he
had to have this girl. And before he had the chance to
change his mind he sprang into action.
Eric stepped into the room. "Well, isn't this nice."

Rakul jumped with a start. She wanted to hide but here
she was spread eagle before a strange man. Humiliation
aside she knew that this would probably cost her her
job if Dr. Jai found out. She began throwing her legs
over the stirrups to jump out, apologizing as she moved.
But was surprised when the stranger rushed over to
her and pushed her back down.
"I think I prefer you this way." Eric said as Rakul
began to protest. As she began to struggle Eric
spotted some rubber tubing, commonly used to tie off a
patient's arm before drawing blood, lying on the stand.
He grabbed the tubing and wrestled Rakul back down,
grabbing her arms until he could wrap it around them
and tie her wrist together. She began screaming for
help, but Eric knew that they were the only two in the
building so he didn't mind.
Once her wrists were tied he pulled her arms back over
her head and ran some more of the tubing down behind
the table and tied it to the base. While doing so Rakul
rolled off the table and he had to grab her and wrestle
her back on. Once on her back he grabbed her left leg,
and used half a roll of medical tape to wrap her ankle
securely to the left stirrup. 
Then he did the same with her right leg. Now Rakul found herself bound on the
examining table with her legs spread eagle. When she
protested he grabbed her panties off the floor, rolled
them into a ball and forced them into her mouth, then
placed some tape over her mouth to keep her gagged.
Once satisfied with his handiwork Eric stood back to
admire the helpless nurse. Rakul felt so exposed lying
there with her pussy in full view. Worse, she knew that
she was still wet from her recent fingering and that it
must be obvious.

Eric looked at her nametag. "Well, Rakul. It looks like
you've been a naughty girl. But that just means that
this is my lucky day."
He began running his hands over her breast. Then
unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her lacey bra covered
tits. He found a scalpel and used the sharp blade to cut
the straps so that he could remove the bra completely.
Rakul's nipples grew hard from the combination of
nerves and the chill in the room. Eric began tweaking
her nipples to get them even harder, then bent over to
suck on each one. Rakul felt an electrical tingle rush
from each nipple throughout her body as he did so. She
realized that despite her fear, her body was still
aroused from her incomplete attempt at masturbation.
When his hand made its way down her soft belly, over
her blond fur to begin probing her moist pussy lips she
found herself reacting with surprised emotions. She
did not want this man touching her. But his fingers felt
so damn good on her pussy. He slowly eased one finger
into her pussy and found her juices freely flowing.
Then he used his thumb to gently massage her clitoris.
Rakul screamed against her gag. But this was mostly an
attempt to hide her increasing arousal.

Eric pulled away and began circling the helpless girl.
Then he stood between her legs, enjoying the view of
her swollen pink lips. He leaned forward and began
licking her pussy. He probed his tongue between her
lips then worked his way up to her clit. Rakul's mind
was racing with emotions. And she was shocked to
realize that she was thrusting her hips in effort to
keep pace with his tongue. She needed an orgasm badly
and no longer cared that she was being bangd. Eric
inserted a finger into her wet pussy, then a second, and
a third. He was now finger fucking the young nurse
while slobbering on her erect clit. Rakul was rolling her head back and forth as she felt her climax building.
Then, just as she felt she was on the verge of release
Eric pulled out his fingers and stopped everything.
Rakul strained her hips and arched her back trying to
reach him again. Her body was too close to stop now.
She pleaded into her gag for him to continue. But Eric
just took their look down at her.
"Do you want more, Rakul?" He asked.

She didn't know what to do. On one hand she wanted to
break free and run away. But on the other she needed
to have her primal desires fulfilled. She watched as
Eric began disrobing. When he dropped his pants she
saw his hard, 8-inch, cock standing at attention. She
did not want him to fuck her. At least she thought that
she didn't. But right now she knew that her pussy
would welcome his fuckstick with glee.
Eric came around to her side. With his left hand he
began fondling her tits and playing with her nipples.
Causing more erotic stimulation to flow through poor
Rakul's body, but still denying her ultimate release.
With his right he peeled off the tape and withdrew the
panties from her mouth.
"You want me to continue, don't you, Rakul?" He said.

She shook her head 'no' but her eyes betrayed her.
She was afraid to open her mouth to speak for fear of
giving away her true urges.
"I'll continue, but only if you treat me right." He
continued.

Eric pressed a bottom causing the head of the
examination table to lower until Rakul's face was about
even with his waist. Then he stood before her pretty
face. "Suck me." He told her.
Rakul refused. Then Eric bent forward and snapped his
fingers hard against her throbbing clit. Rakul cried out
in pain. "I said suck me." He demanded. She opened her
mouth and let him enter. Eric pressed forward until his
balls were lying against her eyes. Rakul began sucking
the cock that pressed into her throat.Then Eric began
slowly fucking her face. Continuing to play with her
boobs as he did so. Rakul took him all the way into her
mouth. She felt his head passing her tonsils with each
inward stroke.

Rakul had a deep throat in high school. But had never
had anything more than 5 or 6 inches in her mouth
before. Eric was enjoying the pleasure of fucking the
young nurse's mouth. He began increasing his pace,
getting a little rougher as he did so. Rakul took each
jab, feeling his balls slap the bridge of her nose as he
continued. She could feel him swelling up a little more
and knew that he was going to soon be filling her mouth
with his cum. Eric moaned and began pumping just a little harder. Then Rakul felt him erupt in her throat.
She could taste his thick semen as it filled her mouth.
She had no choice but to swallow it all as he continued
pumping his load into her mouth. Then he pulled out,
shaking the last few drops off onto her face.
"Well, that was nice." He said as he returned the table
to its original position. Rakul felt disgusted after
sucking his cock. She could still taste him in her mouth.

But she also realized that her pussy was tingling now
more than ever. She hoped that he would return his
attention to her love hole and bring her to orgasm.
Eric ran his hands all along her smooth body. Around
her areola, down her belly, through her pubic hair and
along the lips of her pussy. Bet never touched her clit.
Rakul was going mad with desire as he teased her. Then
he leaned over and gave her clit a little lick, causing her
to buck with anticipation. He stood between her legs
and she could see that his erection had returned. She
had to fight the urge to plead for him to stab her with
his meaty tool. When he stepped closer she laid her
head back, waiting for the moment that he would enter
her. His head rubbed her lips. Slowly parting them a
little then pulled away. Rakul tried in vain to thrust
down to meet his retreating penis. "Oh, you want it
now, do you?" Eric teased. "Then tell me."

"Yes, give it to me." Rakul could not believe that it was
her own voice begging to be bangd.
Eric pushed forward, sticking just the head of his cock
into her pussy. Rakul was already moving her hips with
delight. Then he pressed farther in. After what
seemed like an eternity to Rakul he finally shoved his
shaft all the way into her pussy. Now she would finally
achieve her desired orgasm. Eric fucked her for a few
seconds then quickly pulled out.

"Nooooooo" Rakul begged.
"Oh you're gonna get fucked. But not in the pussy." He
told her.
Rakul heard the sound of the examining table controls.
Then felt the seat lowering beneath her butt. With her
legs still secured to the stirrups she quickly found
herself with her ass hanging several inches above the table. Then she felt the head of Eric's cock sliding into
the crack of her ass cheeks.
"Oh god no!" Rakul begged. "Please, not my ass. I've
never done that!" Rakul had only tried anal sex once.
And the pain from just having the head of a previous
boyfriend's cock pressing through her spincther had
caused her to stop completely. She tried to clench her
cheeks tightly but found that enough of her own
lubricant had drained out of her pussy during this
encounter to make Eric's entry more easy. Plus her own
pussy had already succeeded in wetting his cock enough
for action.
The head of his cock now pressed against her tiny
opening. Rakul rocked her hips in effort to escape and
continued to beg for him to stop. She pleaded with him
to fuck her pussy instead but he refused to change his
mind. Slowly but surely he began pushing forward. As
much as she tried to resist she could feel herself
losing out in this war for her anal virginity. With a
sudden thrust his head broke through her anal ring,
followed instantly by a cry of pain. Her cries grew
louder as Eric's cock began working its way deeper and
deeper into her tight chute. Then he began fucking her tortured ass without mercy. Rakul fought against the
bonds that held her as his rod impaled her. She felt as
if someone had shoved a baseball bat inside her. Eric
repeatedly rammed his full length into her torn ass.
Her cries subsided as her asshole began loosening. But
the pain never fully went away. Rakul thought that she
would pass out but no such relief came. Eric continued
pounding her over and over and over again.