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Blue Bull · 02-01-2022, 12:54 PM

Sushma Forced and Humiliation
(Sushma a village girl from India was forced and humiliated.)

By: Vijay_Devarkonda

Mr. Ajay Singh is a 50 year old man who lived with his wife Leelavati in a suburban town called Gorakhpur in UP, he worked as a manager in a reputed bank. Ajay came from an extremely poor family and had worked hard throughout his life to achieve a respectable status and wealth in the community. Even in his youth, though he liked women very much, he neither had time nor the means to pursue women. He did a lot of odd jobs before getting a job in a bank and even after then he had to work hard to hold on to his job. By the time he got a permanent position in the bank, he was married to Leelavati who was a long distance cousin to him.

Leelavati was an extremely average looking conservative woman and got pregnant in the first year of their marriage, by the third anniversary, they had a boy and a girl. Ajay's sex life wasn't all that good with Leelavati, it seemed as if she had sex only to have kids but Ajay was content with his life as he was always distracted by his daily routine of work and saving money for his kids. He was an honest man and never strayed in his marital relationship with his wife and he felt even stealing a few glances at women as a disgusting thing to do.

Fast forward 10 years, Ajay was well settled in his life, his father had bought some property in Lucknow and he sold it to an IT company for 2 crore rupees, he was surprised at the rate at which the property got sold and for the first time in his life he was debt free. On Ajay's 50th birthday, his son got an opportunity to work overseas for a couple of years and left.

In the subsequent months, his daughter also got accepted into a university in USA for her master's degree. Ajay was happy that he was able to afford things now for the sake of his children. He invested the money carefully and he decided to hold onto his bank job also. He was now rich, well settled and for the first time in his life he was free, no fear of paying loans, he happily took leaves from work (which he had never done before) and his home was empty, no kids and Leelavati constantly went to temples to thank the gods for their good fortune.

Ajay was finally able to put his feet up, read a magazine, watch movies without any distraction. Ajay took a month off of work to enjoy his new comfortable life, he started watching all Tamil movies and spent a lot of time in front of the TV. He never properly looked at the actresses before, he used to fall asleep when taking his kids to movies due to overwork. He was particularly enamored with Shruthi Hasan. Her dance moves, her curves were driving him mad and after a long long time he jacked off to a Shruthi Hasan picture in a newspaper. The feeling was wonderful, he never had achieved such gratification with his wife or by himself before. And before long he started jacking off three times a day and tried to have sex with his wife but alas Leelavati had lost her sex drive, she never was interested in sex and derided her husband for his actions, Ajay felt ashamed and left her alone. But he couldn't control because he had woken up a beast inside him.

Ajay got a new unlimited broadband internet connection for his home so as to speak with his kids online. He never used his home computer because his son/daughter were always using them. He had learnt to use Google and he found out how to download porn in his computer. He was hooked to internet porn. He downloaded all sort of porn videos, anal, gangbang, forced, BDSM, everything there ever was. He played with himself daily as he had no other way to direct his sexual energy.

Ajay and his wife visited their native place to attend a ceremony. It was a remote village in Thiruvannamalai district. All the relatives from his wife's side knew that they had recently became rich and had settled in life. Leelavati came from an extremely poor background and she felt slightly guilty at her luck. They were visited by a long distance relative of Leelavati who had also came for the ceremony.

They grieved to Leelavati about their ill luck and how the lack of rainfall had brought them to their ruin. They also seemed to have 5 kids. After two days, they came back to Leelavati with a proposal. Among all their kids only one girl had decent education and they wanted her to pursue further studies and they needed Ajay's help for it. The girl's name was Sushma, she was 18 years old and had just completed her 12th standard. She had taken commerce group and her marks weren't even that good, she had merely passed.

He explained this to their parents that she would never find a good college for that mark and it would be a waste of money, he told them she could take a correspondence course for B.Com from her home. They insisted that she may not have much opportunities in their village and that living in the city might help her instead. Ajay picked up that they wanted his family to take care of their daughter but he didn't want his privacy disturbed by another kid in his home. But his wife was moved by their humble request and that she found the home empty without her own kids. She pleaded,

"Ajay, Sushma ko apnse sath Gorakhpur le chalte hai. Wo ghar ka saara kaam ache se sambhal legi aur mujhe bhi thodi madad mil jayegi." ("It might be good to have her at our home. She does the domestic chores well it seems. I might be able to take a break from doing all the tasks.")

Ajay agreed reluctantly. The relatives introduced their daughter Sushma to Ajay and his wife. She was fair skinned, thin girl about 5'7". She was dressed neatly in salwar and kameez. She wasn't particularly attractive but had fair complexion.

All three reached their home in Gorakhpur. They had three bedrooms in their individual house and gave one to Sushma. As soon as they reached, they applied for the correspondence course that Sushma was going to study in. She fit in well with the family. She took it upon herself to complete all the chores in their house like sweeping, cleaning, washing clothes etc. Leelavati was very pleased, this gave her a lot of time to visit different temples every day. Two months passed, Ajay had started going to office and he didn't have much interaction with newest member of their household. Ajay again decided to take a month off from his work as he was bored.

Leelavati had started going to a temple nearby every day and Ajay spent every day locked up in their second bedroom where the computer was kept. He watched porn every day without interference in the morning hours when his wife was not there. Sushma also didn't disturb him thinking he was doing work. Two weeks into his month off, Ajay had gotten bored and stopped watching porn, he spent the entire days eating and sleeping.

One fine morning, Ajay was sitting in the hall and reading newspaper, his wife had left for a temple. Sushma was busy with sweeping the home. As she switched off the fan in the hall to start sweeping, Ajay looked up. Sushma was as usual dressed in a half sleeve shirt, a skirt. She had woken up early and had bathed.

"Uncle, breakfast is ready. I'll serve breakfast if you want."

"That's fine. I'll have it when I feel hungry." Ajay replied.

"Uncle, sorry for coming into your home and disturbing you like this" said Sushma in a crying voice.

Ajay was shocked at hearing the voice and enquired, "What happened Sushma? Why are you crying?"

"Nothing Uncle, it just seems that you are not happy at having me here, you don't even talk with Amma much. You always look stern."

"Ha ha ha. I'm always like that. In fact I'm happy that you are helping out Aunty. How are your studies getting on?" lied Ajay. Truth be told he didn't like having her in their home.

"It's going good Uncle. Aunty got me money to buy the books."

"Do you have enough time to study? Aunty is not over working you right?!"

"Nothing like that Uncle. I have enough time to study. Aunty has been very kind to me."

Since that morning, Ajay began talking with Sushma normally every day, they greeted each other, enquired about their daily routine and started spending time every day. She was extremely innocent and was a jovial girl. Ajay started noticing her even more every day. He and Leelavati got her new clothes and nighties to wear inside home. She was very happy. Ajay porn habits didn't stop, he regularly masturbated thinking of Shruthi Hasan.

One morning while Ajay was sitting in his usual place in the sofa, Leelavati was busy doing some work in the back, Sushma started sweeping the floor, she was in her nighty and she bent over to pick something up from the floor, Ajay managed to get a glimpse of her beautiful boobs, it was over in a fraction of seconds and Ajay got instantly hard.

He started noting Sushma on that day onwards, she was only an average looking dark girl but her physique was good, she had no fat in her body, her figure looked delightful with firm buttocks and shapely legs. Her boobs were a bit difficult to judge for Ajay, most Indian girls wear tight bras, inner wear inside their clothes. He always managed to sit at a higher level opposite to her so he could look at the fleeting view of her boobs. Ajay was getting turned on daily by Sushma's young figure, he started jacking off thinking about Sushma instead of Shruthi Hasan.

One day, Sushma was in a good mood, she was laughing with Leelavati and carelessly broke a costly camera, Ajay got instantly mad,

"Quit your stupid laughing and concentrate on the work, do you know how much it costs?" He always had a short temper. Sushma immediately started crying and apologising profusely.

"Sorry Uncle, it slipped from my hands."

Ajay gave her a contemptuous glare and walked away. He instantly felt bad. At night, Leelavati came to bed, "What's this Ajay, she is a poor young girl away from her parents. Why were you so harsh on her? She has been crying all day."

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Go and console her. She is in her room."

Ajay had been feeling bad all day and he decided to go to her room. The door was open, he knocked and called, "Sushma are you awake?"

There was no answer. She was lying on the bed with her face on the pillows, Ajay could make out this from the night lamp. He decided that she was asleep and started to leave.

A timid voice called out "Uncle?"

Ajay turned around and came inside the room and switched the light on. He said, "I thought you were sleeping." He looked at her face, her eyes were red. She replied, "I just woke up hearing your voice. I'm really sorry Uncle for breaking the camera" she said in a crying voice and started crying again. Ajay sat near her in the bed and put a consoling arm around her and gave her a squeeze.

"It's alright, I have a short temper. I shouldn't have shouted at you like that, I had no right to."

"No Uncle, it was my mistake, you have every right. Here after I won't act in any way that angers you."

Ajay's heart was moved by her words but the beast inside him started waking up after seeing her in her bed, in her night dress, he was able to see her bra as she had not adjusted her clothes. Ajay pulled her close and felt her boobs as he gave her a quick hug and said, "It's alright." He gave her a quick kiss on her cheek. Sushma looked stunned and embarrassed. She gave Ajay a small smile. He said good night and left her.

From that night onwards, Ajay became mad about Sushma, she was absolutely attracting him without her knowing. He started making excuses to touch and feel her. He masqueraded his pats on her back, quick squeeze of her thighs while they ate lunch or dinner as compliments.

He decided that he must have her at any cost. One day when Leelavati was out visiting a temple, Sushma was washing the dishes over the counter, we usually kept the utensils over the kitchen sink, so one has to reach over the sink to get a plate or anything. Ajay went with the sole intention copping a feel on Sushma. He went in to the kitchen and leaned over Sushma under the pretense of taking a place. While he leaned over her, he pressed his hard manhood into the back of her ass, he thought he felt no protest from her, he pressed even more suddenly Sushma pushed him and turned back shouting, "Uncle what are you doing???!!"

Ajay was shocked and tried to save the situation, "Oh sorry Sushma, I couldn't reach the plate. Can you get it for me?" Sushma glared at him and got him a plate, "take it Uncle." Ajay felt that she found out about his intentions. Over the next few days Sushma continued to glare him and not talk with him properly but she hadn't mentioned anything to Leelavati, for that Ajay was happy. But he was getting mad with Sushma over her attitude towards him. He felt that she owed him her as he was keeping her in his house, he felt that ever since he forgave her for the broken camera and showed her his soft side, shy and timid Sushma was getting contemptuous and hard headed.

One day after Ajay and his wife went to a relative's house and spent the entire day there and Sushma was alone in the house. While coming back, Leelavati asked him to go to house as she wanted to go to a pooja in a temple. As I went inside the house, Sushma came out and told me in a crying voice that she had broken the TV. The TV was wall mounted and apparently she had tried to clean it by lifting the TV up and it had fallen over.

"Sorry Uncle. It happened accidentally". That was the first time she had looked him in the eye and spoken to him. Ajay was furious with her and screamed at her, "Stupid bitch! Can't you do work properly? Stupid village piece of shit!" Sushma broke into tears, and Ajay got her by her hair and shouted,

"I should've kicked you out of the house the day you broke the camera." Ajay had gotten his chance, he knew that he was never going to sweet talk her into submission, this was a perfect chance for him to show her who is boss and get what he wanted by force. He wanted to break her. He dragged her into her room by her hair, she was screaming with pain.

He growled, "shut your mouth, I should not hear one more sound" Sushma was scared and did not utter a single sound. He sat on the bed in her room and pulled her across his lap. He pulled her skirt up, she was wearing old panties. Sushma was squirming and tried hard to get out his hold. Ajay held her steadily with his strong hands and kneaded his elbow onto her back very hard. Ajay yanked her panties down and finally he could see her dark brow bare bottom. He gave a very hard slap right across her buttcheeks.

Sushma screamed "Ahhhh". Ajay was afraid that the neighbors were hear. He got her panties and shoved it right into her mouth. He told her menacingly, "If I hear one more sound, I'll use the cane instead of my hand".

She nodded her head, her face was covered with sweat and tears. Ajay proceeded to slap her butt cheeks very harshly. Every hit he increased the power and speed. He could feel her breasts on his thighs and his cock was pushing through her belly. Ajay was immensely turned on by every hit and he dug his cock into her belly. He continued to slap her bottoms till he came in his dhoti. Her bottoms were red with the slapping, he had controlled his desire to bang her that moment, but he wanted to savor her slowly. He pushed her into the bed and told her,

"Don't you dare break anything again. Put you panties on and go make coffee." And he left the room.

Just as Sushma had finished making coffee, Leelavati came and asked about the broken TV, Ajay said,

"It fell down when I was putting in the pen drive."

Sushma came with the coffee and Ajay told her to sit down on the floor, knowing that it would cause her immense pain, with a sadistic grin across his face. Days passed since the spanking, Ajay wanted to take her slowly, he had all the time in the world. In the subsequent days of the spanking, Sushma had become subservient and afraid of Ajay all the time, he kept slapping her ass every time he got, or he would put his hands up her skirt and traced a line on her ass crack.

Sushma was in a dilemma, she couldn't tell Leelavati due to her fear of Ajay and she was not able to tolerate Ajay antics. One day when Leelavati was not in the house, Sushma was working in the kitchen, Ajay went into the kitchen and hugged her from behind. He started dry humping her on her ass, Sushma tried to wriggle out of Ajay's hold and accidentally put her elbow across Ajay's face and hit him on his forehead.

Ajay got mad and held her by her hair shouting, "you bitch!!" He dragged her by her hair into the bathroom and pushed her on the floor on her knees. He chose the bathroom because he wanted to disgust her into submission. Sushma was in tears, Ajay told,

"Shut up randi!" He removed his dhoti and his underpants and stood in front of her, his cock standing erect. Sushma was disgusted by the scene and kept turning away from Ajay. He grabbed her head by her hair and forced her face onto his cock. He slapped her face with his cock a couple of times. He growled at her,

"Open your mouth raand."

She nodded no and kept crying. Ajay gave a hard slap right across her face and before she could reel from the blow, he forced his cock into her mouth fully. She choked immediately and her teeth began to graze Ajay's cock. He dug his palms into her scalp and held her by her hair tightly and told her,

"if you use your teeth, I'll kick the shit out you, your little slut!!"

She held back her teeth, she had got her breath a little bit and Ajay started facefucking her wildly. He could feel the warmth of her throat on his cock. Even though Sushma had never given a blowjob in her life, she was getting accustomed to it. But she had lost her breath and began choking on Ajay's cock, Ajay grabbed her head by her hair again and shouted,

"Put your tongue out and breath through you nose." As Sushma put her tongue out, so that she could catch her breath a little bit, Ajay pushed his cock even more into her mouth, Sushma's nose was in his hairy crotch, he began swirling his hip and her head at the same time so that he could feel the warmth of her mouth even more. Ajay was close to exploding now, and Sushma was near to passing out, he gave couple more strokes to her face and finally came inside her throat. Thick white streams of cum was flowing through Sushma's throat, as he pulled his cock out, he told her,

"Drink every last bit of it. If you vomit I'll do this again."

Saying this, he watched her struggling to swallow his thick cum. After she was done, he put his dhoti on and left her crying in the bathroom floor.

After 15 minutes he shouted, "clean up and come out, your aunty will be here soon."

Ever since that day, Ajay began using her mouth every day, every change he got he would force her to give him a blowjob. He no longer masturbated, every time he felt horny he would call her out and come in her mouth. During the first few time, she cried and begged him to leave her alone, she even resisted him a few time but after a while her resistance broke and it became a part of the job for her. He facefucked her everywhere in the house, in the terrace at midnight, even in the pray room.

He would sit Sushma on the floor between his legs and made her give him a blowjob while he watched porn on the computer, and he always came inside her mouth. After a few weeks like this, Ajay wanted to step the level up. He wanted more than her mouth, he wanted her body.

He picked a day when Leelavati was not at home, he went into the bathroom and started taking a bath and then called out Sushma to bring a towel, as she knocked on the bathroom door, he opened it and grabbed her by her hair again and dragged her in. He locked the door behind her and told her sneeringly,

"You are going to give me a bath today."

He then sat on a small stool inside the bathroom. Sushma knew there was no way out and started pouring water on Ajay's fat body and started scrubbing him. After a while, Ajay told her,

Blue Bull · 02-01-2022, 12:59 PM

"Get rid of your clothes. You don't want them to get wet, do you?"

She hesitated and said "No", she feared that Ajay was going to do more than fuck her mouth. Ajay said,

"Do you like getting slapped? Why can't you do something the first time I tell you to? Now take off your shirt."

She hesitated again and began to cry, Ajay got mad and grabbed her shirt by both his hands and tore it apart, buttons came falling down. He then took a razor blade from the bathroom and tore her skirt and yanked her panties upwards giving her a painful wedgie and then peeled off the panties. Sushma was now standing in front of Ajay bare bottomed, with just a flimsy petticoat and a bra. She covered up her crotch with her arms as she felt shy to show her private parts to someone. Ajay growled,

"Stop covering it up, you whore."

She did not follow what Ajay told her. Ajay got mad again and he took a jug full of hot water and poured it with pace across her ass. The water wasn't boiling, it wasn't also lukewarm. Sushma jumped as the hot water fell across her bare bottom. Ajay pushed her on the floor on her belly and began spanking her immediately on the place when he had poured the hot water.

Sushma screamed with pain and after 5 or 6 spanks, Ajay sat on her legs and spread her ass cheeks and put his cock between her fat butt cheeks, he didn't want to fuck her just yet. He started the fucking motion between her ass cheeks. He kept fucking her between her ass cheeks, giving spanks every now and then, he took an oil bottle from the bathroom and poured in the butt crack for lubrication. During this all, Sushma buried her face in her torn clothes and kept crying. Ajay said, "Stop whimpering randi!!"

After a few minutes, he was nearing his climax, he stood up and helped Sushma up and made her sit on the floor and asked her finish him off. She had become expert in giving blowjob now and started the slow rhythmic motion with his cock in her mouth. He pulled out at the last minute and came all over her face, few strands of his cum even went into her eyes. He gave her a few minutes to collect herself and then told her,

"Now clean me up and then take a bath."

She washed her face and then took the soap and gave Ajay a full bath, she even wiped up the water off him with his towel. Ajay left the room, leaving her to take a bath. Ajay had wanted to take her virginity right there but his self control was immeasurable, he wanted to take his time with her.

That night, Ajay hatched another plan, after the morning bathing session, he had been horny throughout the day but his wife was in the way. That night when his wife took her regular vitamins, he slipped her a strong dosage of Diazepam which he had for his insomnia, he told her that the tablet was for muscular pain. His wife immediately fell asleep as soon as she reached the bed, Ajay waited till midnight and then gave his wife a very hard poke, she was out of it and was like a dead body. He got out of the bed and went into Sushma's room. The room was dark and he climbed into her bed, Sushma was sleeping on her sides and Ajay began spooning her.

He could feel her curves, his cock was already erect and started humping Sushma and then Sushma woke up with a jump and screamed at the intruder. Ajay closed her mouth and pinned her on the bed. He said,

"Shhh. It's me, don't shout bitch."

"Uncle, madam is there, she will wake up" she responded fearfully.

"She is asleep, she won't wake up till tomorrow morning, we've got all the time" sneered Ajay. He could see the fear in Sushma's eyes as he said it. So far he had gotten only 15 mins or 30 mins with her, for the first time he was going to have her the whole night.

"Go switch on the light and then undress and come into the bed." Ajay commanded. She switched on the light and then hesitated to undress again.

"Do you want me to bring the razor again?! Undress whore." He screamed at her. She started undressing very slowing and started crying. Ajay did not care for her cries, he only cared about what he was going to do her that night.

"Stop crying you stupid bitch! Or I would stuff your panty into your throat." Ajay screamed at her. She said, "Uncle don't shout, madam may wake up...." Ajay got mad again as she spoke, he went across and grabbed by her hair and dragged her into the room his wife was sleeping and pushed her on the bed next to his wife.

He sat on her check and pushed a couple of pillows and propped her head and shoved his cock into her mouth and started viciously face fucking her. Leelavati was like a rock, she did not even move. Ajay then said while face fucking her, "See the bitch is asleep, she can't hear a damn thing you pig." He then got off Sushma and again dragged Sushma to her room and threw her on the bed.

"I'm going to take a piss, if you aren't undressed by the time I come back, you will wish you had never born" threatened Ajay and left the room. After he came back, there was sight for his sore eyes on the bed. Sushma was buck naked in front of him for the first time. Ajay was amazed by her tits, they were huge about 36D, she had average one rupee coin sized black nipples and her tits were very wheatish compared to her dark body. She had a little tummy and fairly fat thighs and she had an extremely bushy crotch.

Ajay was an ass man, he liked ass much more than the tits, but Sushma's tits were very alluring and he was already watering in the mouth at the thought of sucking her tits. He undressed himself and went to the bed, Sushma was shyly covering her crotch. He grabbed her hands forcefully and growled at her,

"You are mine tonight, you should do everything I ask you to, if you do anything with me saying so, I'll tie you up. Yours hands should only do what I tell you to, the same goes for your body."

Sushma nodded with tears in her eyes. Ajay gave her a hard slap across her face,
"Did I ask you to cry?" The force of his slap kicked out the little resistance in her, she was putty in his hands now. Ajay pushed her back on the bed and started exploring her naked body. He traced a circle around her nipples, they became erect, he knew Sushma was getting turned on for the first time while she was with him. Ajay was gentle at the same time causing her little pain by biting her neck, her pain was making his cock go crazy. He started kneading her tits harshly causing her to wince, he put his mouth around her dark nipple and started sucking like a baby, at first Sushma was a bit turned on by his sucking, he bit her nipple immediately causing her a jolt of pain. He felt a wave of pleasure every time she winced. After a hard bite, he'd immediately become gentle again, after a while bit her nipple again.

He alternated pain and pleasure on both her breasts, he drove her crazy with his approach. Ajay then proceeded to kiss her for the first time, her dark lips were tender and he started chewing on her lips, and he explored her mouth with his tongue, Ajay grabbed her hands and directed it to massage his balls,

"Massage my balls, slowly" He commanded her. The soft touch of her hands edged Ajay a little bit closer. Ajay wanted to taste her pussy and ass but they were very hairy and thought to himself,

"I'll deal with that another day" Ajay was feeling a little kinky and thought of something he had seen in porn. He told her, "You are going to massage my asshole now thevidia!! Be gentle" Ajay then got on all fours with his bare naked ugly hairy ass pointed at Sushma. Sushma was disgusted at the sight and hesitated and Ajay glared at her and shouted, "Get going whore" She hesitantly spread his butt cheeks apart and looked at his ugly bunghole and started fingering his asshole gently. Since it wasn't lubricated Ajay was not feeling any pleasure.

He turned back and said to her, "Use your tongue on the hole, put some spit on the hole and lick it." Sushma looked at him aghast at the suggestion and cried,

"Uncle why are you doing this to me? Don't you have any respect for me? Why are you treating me like this?" Ajay was not relenting and did not feel any compassion for her,

"If you don't do this, I'll sit on your face and choke the life out you, now get on with it" threatened Ajay. Seeing that he had no mercy, crying Sushma spread his disgusting bunghole and started licking it, Ajay was in heaven and he almost came when her warm moist tongue circled his asshole. She spat at his asshole and started tracing on his pucker, tickling him. "Stroke my cock and my balls" commanded Ajay. Sushma's warm tongue, her gentle touch on Ajay's cock and balls were driving Ajay crazy with pleasure. It look an enormous amount of concentration from his to keep himself from cumming on the spot. He wanted more before he came,

"Push your tongue inside" told Sushma, who felt that it was going to end soon and did as asked. She applied a little bit of pressure on his asshole, she could not get to open it and spat a considerable amount of saliva and pushed in, that was it for Ajay, he could no longer hold it in. He came with a mighty grunt, strands of cum were flying all over Sushma's palms on to the bed. Ajay just collapsed on the bed. He pushed Sushma on the bed and started caressing her body again after a few minutes, he wasn't done for the day, after biting her nipples for a few minutes, he told her, "Suck my cock gently." Sushma went near his legs and took his flaccid cock and began licking all over the shaft, Ajay began to grow in her hand again, Sushma pulled back his foreskin and began sucking on the head. She kept sucking his cock and his balls for 10 minutes, Ajay stood up and pushed her on her back and he sat on her belly, he then put his cock between her tits and began titty fucking her, after a while he rubbed his cock head onto her erect nipples, Ajay was nearing his second orgasm, he increased the fucking motion between her tits and finally shoved his cock into her mouth and came inside her mouth. Ajay was done for the day, he left her room saying,

"Clean up and sleep bitch" He slept like a baby through the night.

The next day Ajay was searching through the internet for some thoughts he had, though he had a hot girl at his disposal, she was not like the girls in porn, for once Sushma was extremely hairy in her pits and it was a bit of a turn off for him. He wanted her body to look like a pornstar's body, no hair, bald pussy and no hair in the asshole. He found the solution, apparently there is a thing called Brazilian wax which does all the things he wanted. He even found a place in Chennai that did the Brazilian wax. Ajay told his wife that he was taking Sushma to get her a couple of books, Sushma knew he was planning something but she went with him and lied to Leelavati about the books part. After reaching the place, Ajay told her,

"Go inside and tell them you want a Brazilian bikini wax. After everything is done, call me, I'll pick you up. Here's the money."

Then he left her. After a couple of hours Ajay got the call and he picked her up and reached home. Throughout the entire day Ajay was dreaming about Sushma's bald pussy, it had been a long time since his cock had a pussy, that too an 18 year old virgin pussy, he couldn't believe his luck. Just the thought of harshly taking her virginity made Ajay's cock burst almost. He could not keep his eyes off her the entire day, he would cop a feel of her ass everytime his wife was not in the vicinity. That night Ajay repeated what he did to his wife yesterday, waited until she fell asleep and then went inside Sushma's room. Sushma was awake, shit scared, almost cried on Ajay entering her room, he went near her and said, "take your clothes off!" She obeyed and started undressing, she was just in her bra and panties now, he stopped her and pushed her on the bed on her back, he sat near her legs and pulled her panties apart, there was her beautiful 18 year old virgin, hairless slit looking back at him in all glory, her spread her dark labia apart and looked at the pink peach inside, Sushma was squirming her legs and trying to get her legs to close, Ajay gave her a very hard slap on her inner thighs, she screamed, "Ahhhhh"

Ajay started sniffing her beautiful pussy, the musky odour of her vagina made him almost cum, he started gently licking at her labia and then started greedily eating her pussy, Sushma was getting turned on despite not wanting this to happen, Ajay reached her clit and gently bit it and vigorously licked at it,

Sushma came, her pussy started overflowing, Ajay was relentless, he kept on licking and flicking her clit, Sushma was on the edge again and came for the second time, Ajay licked every drop of her juice, he could not have enough of it. Ajay was now ready to fuck her, he lifted her legs up and mounted her, he took of his t-shirt too, he was about to position his cock on to her slit, Sushma suddenly realized what was about to happen and suddenly kicked out at Ajay with her legs and cried,

"Uncle sorry, I'm really sorry for kicking you, please do anything else, just don't take my virginity, please Uncle..."

Ajay was insane, "you greedy bitch, you came like a slut when I licked you, now you are worrying about your honor?" he gave her hard slaps across her face five times, she collapsed like a sack of potatoes, he then mounted her in the missionary position, he then shoved his cock inside her pussy without a warning extremely harshly and started fucking her very hard, Sushma was crying,

"Aaahhhh its paining, Uncle please stop, stop, stop .... ahhhhh"

Ajay increased his fucking speed with every "stop" from her, he then choked her very hard and said,

"I would have been gentle you whore, you made me do this...."

Ajay was nearing his orgasm, he stopped and grabbed and turned her to lie on her stomach, Ajay started fucking her by lying on her, he kept choking her, pulling her hair and bit her lips, and finally he came deep inside her pussy, the animal inside him had been sated by Sushma's tender pussy.

Sushma finally was able to breathe after being free of his choke hold, she curled into a fetal position and started crying.

Ajay went to the kitchen to eat and came back for his second time, it was a long night for Sushma, he fucked her like a ragdoll all night and left her only in the morning.

Ever since that night, Ajay began fucking her every chance he got, he did not care if Sushma was turned on or was on periods, he had quickies if his wife was at home. Even if he only five minutes and Sushma was in the kitchen, he would lift up her skirt, pull her panties down and fuck her very hard.

Sushma had gotten used to the harsh fucking and stopped her resistance, she did every mean thing he asked her to do, she had licked his asshole every time he asked, he had peed on her many times and he forced her to drink every drop of his cum. After using her cunt every way possible, Ajay was getting bored with the sex and started exploring her asshole.

It had been a month since Ajay started fucking his maid Sushma, every day and night he used her mouth and cunt in every way possible, he had a couple of quickies during the day when his wife Ambika was doing some chores around the house and long fuckings during the night when his wife was asleep. Ajay always tried to be as rough as possible to Sushma he always choked her neck when fucking her from behind, he always got turned on by her tear soaked, trying-to-catch-her-breath pained expression her face when Ajay choked her with a tower or her bra.

Sushma had given up on trying to stop Ajay or appealing to his kinder nature, she had concluded that he was a beast and that she could not be saved, ever since that she did everything Ajay asked of her without a second thought. Ajay had recently gotten interested in her asshole, he had put his fingers into her butthole a couple of nights, the sensation was painful to Sushma but she knew what was going to come, she knew that her asshole is going to experience an unbelievable amount of pain, she had not forgotten the pain when Ajay forcefully took her pussy virginity, she had decided to relax and surrender her asshole to Ajay so that he would not be as forceful. The night had come, Ajay came to her room around midnight and said,

"You know what to do, randi"

It had become a routine to Sushma, Ajay would come to her room, she had to lead him to her bed, undress him until he was naked and start sucking his dick while sitting near his legs, some days Ajay would turn around and lie on his stomach and asked her to massage his body or to lick his asshole.

On that night though, Ajay wanted to fuck her mouth and take her asshole. After Sushma sucked his dick for about 10 minutes, Ajay grabbed her by her hair and dragged near him and kissed her on her mouth and started exploring her mouth and after that he forced Sushma on all fours like a dog, he took his position behind her and took his dick and started teasing her cunt by rubbing his dick on her cunt, he already had inserted his index finger insider her asshole and he bent over and whispered in her ear, "You are in for a lot of pain tonight randi, try not to scream or I'll go ever harder"

Saying this he quickly tried to push his dick inside tiny asshole, Sushma though expecting this, could not bear the sudden foreign object inside her asshole, the pain was unbearable and she clenched her butt even more as a reflex, Ajay could not put his penis head inside her hole as it was very small and she had clenched, realizing this, Ajay gave a very hard smack on her bare ass, Sushma screamed even more and he said, "Relax bitch!!!!" and he kept spanking her till she nodded her head, this time Ajay pushed very slowly, Sushma had also relaxed, she was biting into her pillow to prevent herself from screaming as the pain was very intense, Ajay had managed to push his cock head inside, even he was in extreme pain, he tried lubricate by spitting into her hole, but he could not even move his cock, Ajay decided that it's going to be a lot of time before her asshole stretched to accommodate his cock, he started spanking her and got turned on by her screams and he came inside her asshole and collapsed on her and slept. Next week Ajay kept trying to fuck her in the ass but all he could manage was push his cock head inside and come, he had used all sorts of lubricants like his spit, coconut oil, he even forced Sushma to keep a small cucumber inside her ass throughout the day to stretch her asshole.

In a few weeks, Ajay had a visitor in his house, it was his next door neighbor Ravi, he was about 35 yrs old and was a professor in some college, he was married and his wife the object of jealousy in their entire neighborhood, she was a complete knockout with huge tits, fine ass and a beautiful face, she worked in IT field and they had no kids. Ravi had been the butt of many cuckold jokes in the neighborhood as he did not have any kids even with a beautiful wife, Ravi was a very average looking guy in terms of his body build. Ravi told Ajay he had to talk about a neighborhood issue and took Ajay out on a walk and said,

"Ajay I know about your maid."

Ajay was shocked and pretended, "What about my maid?"

Ravi said, "I saw you and that girl on the terrace last week midnight when there was a power cut"

Ajay remembered the day, during the night as there was a power cut he had dragged Sushma to the terrace to fuck her on the cool terrace, he had been careful throughout this entire affair with Sushma but one slip he had been caught. He said,

"You are imagining things you idiot, don't start silly rumors like this."

Ravi said, "If that's how it's going to be, I'll talk with your wife. May be she will talk with that poor girl..."

Ajay was shell-shocked, he could not move or talk,

"Yeah that's right, I saw you slap that poor girl on the night, maybe she will tell your wife."

Blue Bull · 02-01-2022, 01:03 PM

Ajay mumbled, "Please don't do anything of that sort. I'll leave the girl alone. Please I beg you"

Ravi smiled and said, "I don't care about that girl, just let me have her for a couple of times and we will keep this a secret and you can continue fucking that girl."

Ajay was relieved and angry at the same time, he retorted, "Hey you have a beautiful wife, why do you want my maid, compared to your wife Sushma is a complete dog."

Ravi said, "What do you care about that, I want the girl for your secret. My wife has night shift from today so arrange something tonight, or I'll talk with your wife right now."

Ajay said, "I don't know, the girl may not like you and tell on us to someone."

Ravi laughed, "You think she fucks you because she like you, you are forcing her to fuck you, convince her to fuck me as well." Saying this Ravi left.

Ajay pondered a lot of time over Ravi's offer, he saw no other way out, he had no problem Ravi fucking Sushma but he was worried if Sushma breaks the silence and tells someone. That night, after he made his wife fall asleep, he sneaked to Ravi's place and talked with him

"I did not talk to Sushma, I can't bring her here, why don't you come to my place."

Ravi said, "Alright, that's even better, I don't have to worry about my wife finding anything, wait let me finish my scotch, do you want some?"

Ajay accepted and Ravi poured him a large glass of scotch. Ravi enquired,

"How do you fuck her without your wife finding out? Is she a deep sleeper?"

Ajay replied, "Nah I give my wife some sleeping pills, she will be knocked out completely, she's getting slightly addicted to it."

Ajay enquired, "I'm already forcing Sushma to do all things I need, I don't know how she will take this if you also enter, she might tell my wife..."

"Don't worry about that, the girl is afraid of you, I'll treat her differently" said Ravi with a wicked smile, Ravi was a little bit drunk. Soon they reached Ajay's house. Ajay and Ravi entered Sushma's room at the same time. Sushma had been expecting Ajay for a while now but on seeing another person entering the room, got shocked and stood up immediately with a look of shock on her face.

Ajay immediately said casually, "You know Ravi right? He lives near us. He will be joining us tonight."

Sushma was shell shocked and her eyes were already brimming with tears after looking at the new guy, she pleaded, "Ayya please, don't do this, please."

Ravi butted in and said, "Don't worry Sushma, I'm not like Ajay, I won't hurt you, just relax, I'm not going to do anything tonight, don't worry" He said all this in a soothing voice and tried to comfort her, Ravi then said to Ajay, "Sir I'm not going to do anything today, I'm just going to watch, you can start."

Saying this, Ravi pulled up a chair and said near the bed. Ajay was shocked as well, he was not comfortable with fucking Sushma with a guy watching him. Ajay said, "No..I'm not getting naked in front of you, you stupid queer."
Ravi took Ajay away from Sushma's ears and whispered, "Ajay ji, I know you get off on her pain, just do what I say and I'll give you a night you won't ever forget." Ajay was still not convinced but decided to go with Ravi's plan, he got naked and climbed into the bed with Sushma, Sushma still crying was not ready to start fucking in front of the stranger and was not getting into the bed.

Ajay got mad and gave her a hard slap right across her face and grabbed her by her hair and dragged her into the bed, he tore away her clothes and sat across her chest and started using her mouth, gagging her mouth with his cock and choking her neck with his palms, after a few minutes, Ajay mounted her in the missionary position and started fucking her very hard and kept on biting her lips at the same time, during all this, Ravi was a silent spectator, he was getting turned on by the hot action in front of him and his cock was stirring in his trousers. Ravi stood up and said to Ajay,

"Ajay ji enough, let her get on top." Ajay laid on his back and made Sushma sit on top of his cock and started fucking her in the cowgirl position. Ravi for the first time entered into the fray, he had already undressed and gave Sushma a passionate kiss on her lips as she was riding on top of Ajay, Sushma resisted initially but after Ravi held her head by her hair and forced himself on her mouth, she relented. Ravi hands were all over her huge tits, his fingers circling her nipples, he teased her a bit by pinching her nipples very harshly, and then Ravi suddenly grabbed Sushma's arms and pushed her on top of Ajay.

Ajay's cock was still inside her, Ravi shouted, "Don't stop Ajay, keep fucking her" Saying this, Ravi climbed on top of Sushma who was forced on Ajay by Ravi, Ravi took his cock and gave a almighty push into Sushma's tiny asshole. Sushma's scream must have woken up the entire neighborhood, the sudden pain in her gaand was unbearable and was not like anything she had ever experienced before, she was sure that Ravi had torn her insides, Sushma was squirming, trying to get away from the sandwich of two men forcing her, both were relentless, Ajay still kept fucking her very hard, Ravi who had not moved after penetrating her asshole, started to give gentle pushes into her asshole, Ajay had never penetrated deep into Sushma's asshole but Ravi had, soon Ravi started fucking her, giving her quick rides.

Tears were rolling from Sushma's eyes, she kept screaming, "Ayo...ayo...please leave me....ayo .... ayo.... ayo... ayo.... please..... please.... please.... please ...."

With every cry of pain both Ajay and Ravi quickened their pace and fucked her very hard. Ravi was especially harsh on her asshole, he had preemptively lubed his penis and he was turned on as this was his first time fucking an asshole. Sushma screaming did not look like stopping, she was screaming at the top of her lungs.

Ajay gave her a tight slap across her face and shouted, "Vaaya moodudi thevidiya munda (Shut your mouth, you whore)" Sushma was relentless as the pain was unbearable, Ravi took a cloth on the bed and put his across her neck and started choking her, Sushma quieted down, Ravi throwing away the cloth, pushed four of his fingers into her mouth and held her tongue, he whispered in her ear, "Bite my fingers and you'll have something worse shoved up your asshole."

Sushma silenced, her asshole had accommodated Ravi's cock, the pain was a little bit reduced, Ajay soon came inside her cunt and his cock fell out of Sushma's cunt, Ravi was still fucking her asshole mercilessly, he still had not reached his climax, Ajay rolled aside from the couple and started witnessing the merciless assfucking Ravi was giving Sushma. For such a small guy, Ravi had a huge 8 inch cock and he was even harsher than Ajay, Ajay still could not believe how Ravi had still not cum yet.

Now that Ajay was away, Ravi had forced Sushma into a doggy style and started fucking her asshole, every push he buried his 8 inch cock deep inside her asshole, his balls slapping her cunt, Sushma was still crying but silently, her tears turned on Ajay and he was ready for round two, Ajay went near her head and forced his semi-erect cock into her mouth and started grinding at the back of her throat. Ravi soon came at full force, he buried his dick deep inside her asshole and shot his entire load inside her. Ravi then collapsed on top of Sushma and said, "Awww this is the best fuck I've ever had" slapping Sushma's bare ass very hard.

Ajay then pulled his cock out of her mouth and started fucking Sushma's expanded asshole. Ajay went inside without any problems and started fucking her, Sushma could not feel a thing, all of her holes were sore from the fucking she received, she laid back and let Ajay do his thing.

While Ajay was done after the third time, Ravi was not, turned out Ravi was even more of a sadistic beast than Ajay, he ruthlessly fucked all holes of Sushma throughout the night, after her asshole, Ravi had forced Sushma to clean up his cock by fucking her mouth, Sushma almost choked and fainted on his huge cock, Ravi then fucked her cunt very raw in almost all the positions, Ravi had cum all over her face, her body throughout the night, Sushma even tried acting fainted but Ravi was still relentless, Ravi had absolutely destroyed all of her holes in one night.

Ajay had fallen asleep sometime in the night, while he woke up at 7 in the morning, Ravi and Sushma were missing from the bed, Ajay frantically started searching for them, he was lucky that his wife was still asleep, he found his bathroom locked and knocked on it. Someone opened the door and Ajay stepped inside, Ravi was sitting on the toilet with a naked Sushma's head between his legs, giving him a blowjob, he said, "Excellent timing Ajay", saying this, Ravi grabbed Sushma's head forcefully and came inside her throat. He then stood up and said, "one minute Ajay,"

Sushma after swallowing Ravi's cum was resting her head on the toilet, getting her breath back. Ravi started peeing on her head, Sushma realizing this, tried to move away from the toiled, Ravi held her there by stepping on her head and peed on her face and after finishing said, "Now you can use her Ajay. Thanks for tonight. We will do this again." Saying this, he left leaving behind a bruised Sushma and a shell shocked Ajay.

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Blue Bull

Orthodox Women's Sexual Adventure

(Story of Indian Orthodox women's sexual adventure.)

By: Vijay_Devarkonda

Mumtaz stood at the entrance of Bay Pride mall, staring into the abyss of the uncountable number of people moving around like ants. She could stop this right now. She could turn around and walk back.

But something twitched inside her, a potential soulmate, maybe a man who could satisfy her wet dreams. Mumtaz stood frozen. Maybe he would be the storm in her dry desert.

A month back, Mumtaz Khan was sitting in her office, glancing through the case files she neatly racked in her cupboard after every successful court hearing. Mumtaz never failed. She never lost any verbal battle in any case in a court. She was the only criminal lawyer in town who could win even the most fatal cases.

Her skills and ability made her a celebrity among lawyers. She was one of the richest women in town. Married at the age of 19 to a middle-aged man. He did nothing but rammed her like a wild animal on her first night and then left the next day to UAE.

Mumtaz completed her LLB all by herself with scholarships. She started earning more than her NRI husband, who never visited her after the first night. She was sure he was sleeping with other women, but her orthodox family never let her divorce him.

So Mumtaz had moved out and started a life of her own. She had a posh riverside villa worth crores and multiple luxury vehicles already. It was her 32nd birthday when she landed one of a kind case. Mumtaz was to represent Alex. Alex was charged for a bank robbery 4 years back.

Alex was legally acquitted for the crime he committed along with his partner Tarak. The investigation agency could only retrieve 2 kilograms from the 100 kilograms of gold they stole. The heist these two criminals committed inspired multiple movies and games.

But Tarak went missing soon after Alex was caught, and the cops could not find enough evidence to link the crime to Alex. Mumtaz was sitting on the red cushioned chair at her office having a discussion with Alex. She stroked her curly black hair over her head veil.

Mumtaz wore formal black ladies' trousers along with a light pink shirt and a formal black jacket. But she never took off her head veil. She, too, was orthodox when it came to certain things. Mumtaz took out a black pilot pen from the inside pocket of her jacket, grazing against her 34B breast over her pink shirt. She was listening to the terms of Alex.

"Tarak is missing. I want to plead not guilty," Alex said in a rather evil tone. Alex was a 40-year-old man. His wife had a lingerie boutique called 'Enchanted.' It was one of the most famous ones in town, especially among the high-class women.

"Consider it done! But the question is, how much will I get from your loot? I know you have the gold somewhere," Mumtaz asked in a sweet stern voice. Mumtaz always wore red matte lipstick. She was very fair, and her lips were naturally pinkish red. She bit the end of the pen giving it her lip impressions.

"Smart! I have the gold with me -- the entire 98 kilograms," Alex stopped for a second, smacking his lips. "Get me out of this case, and you get 20% of it," Alex said, throwing in a gold coin at her table.

"Fair Enough, you can leave now," Mumtaz grinned. She knew that 20% was worth more than the cases she had handled before. Mumtaz drove back to her house, calculating the amount she would be adding to her bank balance. She had everything except someone by her side in bed.

After parking her car in the garage, she walked towards the door carrying her laptop bag and files. Mumtaz stayed alone at her house except for the two maids. It was a huge villa with separate reading rooms and a personal gym. She maintained her figure even at the age of 32, thanks to the personal gym.

Mumtaz was searching for the keys when she noticed a package with red gift wrapping near the flowerpot. She opened the door and picked up the package. Tucking in her hair through the head veil, she turned the package around to find the name of the sender. But she was unlucky!

She placed the package at her dining table when her maid provided her with a cup of hot coffee. Gradually sipping the hot beverage, she unwrapped the tender gift wrapping. It had a slender, thin perfume bottle of the brand 'Erotica,' a red rose and a note. She took the perfume and sprayed on her wrist and sniffed at it.

It was her favorite brand. It had a special kind of fragrance that would inspire a woman to spread her legs for her man. Mumtaz felt a twitch between her legs and picked up the rose. Mumtaz slowly and carefully kissed on the petals. She loved to do that on flowers.

She opened the note, which too had a fragrance of 'Erotica.'

"We have never met, but I always had a crush on you. Red like a rose, your lips make me admire. Curved like in a dream, your neck made me fall in love. Curved like a Disney princess, you make me stare. Ample bosoms that make me blossom. Mad for you like a teenager, I wait! An Admirer"

Mumtaz sat awestruck for a moment. She immediately folded the note when her maid asked for the empty coffee mug. The last time someone sent her a love letter was in her college days. Being a married girl, no one bothered about her in college.

Mumtaz could not take the thought out of her mind. There was a high possibility it could be a prank, but she was thirsty for a touch. Taking off her black jacket, she read the note again. "What if it's genuine?" She murmured to herself.

She quickly unbuttoned her formal trousers and rolled it down her thick milky fair hairless thighs. Mumtaz had worn a white panty with floral designs on the boundaries. She rolled it down her knees, gently grazing against her pussy, and she was slightly wet.

Gradually unbuttoned her shirt exposing her ample bosoms held together in her white cupped padded bra. With an ease that comes through the experience, she unstrapped it, letting her melons breath. Taking off her head veil, she covered herself with her long white bathrobes and walked towards her bathroom.

If you were quiet enough, you could hear the soft moans from her bathroom. That was how Mumtaz lived, touching herself aching for a man and desperate despite being filthy rich.

The next day too, Mumtaz was surprised by another package at her doorstep. It had a box of handmade chocolate, her favorite, a fountain pen with an 'M' engraved on it and a note.

"You don't have to bite on cheap pens and grant it your heavenly lipstick impressions. Be a master to my pen, wrap your lips over here. An Admirer"

Mumtaz giggled, reading the note. She neatly folded the note and placed it on her laptop bag. Then kissed the fountain pen at its tip, the note was rather kinky, but it was romantic to Mumtaz. She thought no one was watching her, but his eyes were locked at her.

Trying to adjust her head veil, making sure no one watched her, Mumtaz drove to her office, memorizing the note. Back from the office, Mumtaz was early today. She had a cup of coffee, changed her clothes, and decided to work out at her personal gym.

She had worn tight yoga pants showing impressions of her thick legs and her perfect round ass. Her panty boundaries were easily visible through the yoga pants. On top, she had a sports bra that made sure her breasts didn't jiggle when she worked out.

Being in her personal gym at home, she wasn't bothered about the head veil. The sports bra could not cover up her entire cleavage. It gave off the valley and the mole at her valley as she swayed. But even this bra couldn't stop her nipple impressions.

Mumtaz stopped for a second when her maid knocked on the gym door. She then handed over Mumtaz another package wrapped in red gift wrapper. Mumtaz jumped in happiness, surprising the maid who had only seen her expressionless.

It had a grayish-black lipstick, a pair of black pearl earrings, and a note. Mumtaz opened the note after closing the door.

"Red lips make you gorgeous, black makes you an evil, seductive queen waiting to pounce on your man. Confident in court, exotic in love! An admirer"

Mumtaz turned the note over to find a mobile number. She ran out of the gym to her bedroom to fetch her phone. Mumtaz dialed the number quickly and desperately. It rang, but no one picked.

She took out the earrings, facing the mirror, wore them, and smiled like a bride. Then she wore the lipstick over her juicy pink lips. The admirer was right. She looked like a predator in bed. Meanwhile, the call had connected.

"Hello, admirer?"Mumtaz spoke, staring at herself in the mirror. She looked like a woman aching for a man between her legs. She was legally, royally wet.

"Hello, admirer?" Mumtaz spoke, staring at herself in the mirror. She looked like a woman aching for a man between her legs. She was wet. The person on the other side cut the call immediately. Was he shy, or was he acting? Mumtaz couldn't differentiate. She called him again!

"Never thought you would call me!" The man on the other side said. The voice was very manly, attractive, and had a pinch of erotic effect to it. Mumtaz was thrilled.

"I don't know who you are, but thanks for those gifts," Mumtaz whispered. This was the first time she spoke to a man other than for official matters. She hadn't even spoken to her husband like this, not even once.

"I can't disclose my name yet," He stopped. "Call me admirer itself, have been in love with you the moment I saw you a year back. I didn't know how to approach you. I didn't know how to face you. But I knew I wanted you. Sorry if I stalked you." He pleaded like a kid but with his rough manly voice.

"Oh, no! You should have asked me out. But yes, a stalker is creepy," Mumtaz giggled to a stranger. The orthodox lady was open to a stranger for the first time in her life. Mumtaz surprised herself.

Mumtaz talked to the stranger for hours. They poured their heart in. Never seen him, but Mumtaz started liking the voice that was attracted to her. Mumtaz didn't realize it was already the morning. Finally, she asked him the question, "Are we going to meet?'Mumtaz was careful but excited for the answer.

"Yes, we will. Wait for my text today evening!" the admirer said. Mumtaz had lost track of time, and it was past 12. She forgot about her dinner, her bath, and she was lying in her bed dressed in her gym clothes. She giggled and bid him goodnight.

As usual, she had to touch herself to please her thirst that was never quenched. She took a quick bath and went to sleep. Mumtaz was too excited to concentrate on her work. The current case was pretty serious, but anyways she had asked a few day time to collect the resources.

She didn't want to piss off Alex and blow her chances of earning crores. Mumtaz left early from her office and rushed to the spa nearby. She spent more than enough for pedicure, manicure, facial, and everything that would make her look better. She had never let anyone touch her hair. But this time, she decided to smoothen her hairs too.

"What if he is not from my religion?" Mumtaz was hesitant about that, though. But she decided to meet him anyways. Back home, Mumtaz grabbed another package placed at her doorstep by the admirer. She was excited to know what it contained. She ran inside her room and opened it. It had a note on the top.

"Wear them for me. These clothes will bring out the seductress inside you. This will celebrate your body."

But Mumtaz was hesitant. The clothes inside were too modern for her. She immediately called him. "I can't wear these. It's against my religion. I don't even take out the head veil!" Mumtaz was furious at her admirer.

"I have personally handpicked these materials. They were custom made to suit your skin color, your hair, and even your hourglass figure!" He said in his irresistible manly tone.

"So? It's not my type," Mumtaz argued.

"Fine, guess you won't budge. I told you, I fell for you for what you are. You are too scared to even explore your beauty. I don't think you can even accept me then. Bye," he answered rudely.

"Please, I can't do this. Society won't accept me!" Mumtaz started pleading. The lioness who used to frighten men at court with her words had succumbed to a teen girl desperate for a man.

"You are an independent woman! You don't have to bother about the society! Whatever, I will be waiting for you at Bay Pride Mall. Your choice to come," saying that the admirer abruptly cut the call.

And that's how Mumtaz ended up at the entrance of Bay Pride Mall! She was wearing the same costume she was gifted along with the black lipstick and black pearl earrings. But the most important part she hadn't worn her head veil. Her straightened hairs were let loose for the first time. It reached till her elbow.

Mumtaz wore a pale white two-piece costume. The top was a sleeveless crop top with a thin thread-like elastic transparent strap holding the top to her bosom, which made it look like it was strapless and only reached below her breasts. It was as if a white cloth was rolled around her breast and back.

Mumtaz, for the first time, had exposed her entire bubbly navel. Even the milky pinkish belly button glistened in the air-conditioned mall. The white top also exposed an adequate amount of cleavage. Thanks to the white push up bra with a backstrap.

The upper portions of her breasts and her cleavage formed by the bra pushing the 34 B melons upwards. Mumtaz looked sluttier than any modern girl. The bra had swirly patterns all over it except on the cups. But Mumtaz ruined the scenery with a black shawl over it!

On her waist, 2-3 inches below her glistening belly button, Mumtaz wore a slender white skirt with blue lines on the thighs that reached her knee. The skirt was tight and skin-hugging. It seemed to squeeze her meaty thighs and plump buttocks.

The panty that came along with the bra was a classic brief. It held her buttocks together and had similar patterns with semi-transparent stripes on both sides. Mumtaz had worn a high heeled black footwear and looked like a dominant monster queen. People could not take eyes off her seductive white skin.

The costume even surprised her maids, who hadn't even seen her without the head veil. She also had the fragrance that made teenagers and older men to drool. Mumtaz was brought back from her frozen state by a text notification. She was scared and shy to move forward, especially owing to this sultry avatar of her.

"CCD, 2nd floor, corner table reserved under Mumtaz. The lift doesn't work, and you are hot as hell."

Mumtaz walked towards the CCD. She could observe the lustful eyes preying on her shining skin. She never knew she could make men weak with her simple smile. Mumtaz was walking carefully and slowly since she didn't have much experience with heels.

She stood on the escalator that took her to the first floor and then the second floor. The air-conditioned room gave her a chilling sensation. After all, more skin was exposed than covered. She held the shawl close to her bosom. But that couldn't prevent the eyes of horny men staring at her exposed breasts and cleavage.

A young man on the opposite escalator moving down had a boner already, Mumtaz giggled. Mumtaz walked towards CCD, holding the shawl closely to her breast and navel area. She had a wide and large bellybutton, which was as fair as milk.

When she pulled the shawl to cover up her bellybutton, she would expose more of her upper breasts. When she tried to cover up her breasts, it would give away her trademark navel and belly button. Absence of her veil that she always used made her hands run to her hairs all the time.

Mumtaz's long hair strands moved and flowed along with the slow breeze, and she was not used to it. With every step, her ass swayed and jiggled, attracting more men. The skirt was too tight for her to walk freely and she was not used to wearing heels.

If you looked at her cautiously, you could not just see her panty boundaries and impressions but also her bra cups trying to hold her melons through the costume.

Mumtaz walked into CCD, pushing open the door. She made all the staff pause for a second, and the only customer inside almost poured his coffee on his pants. Mumtaz giggled, did she love the attention?

The staff directed her to the last corner table reserved under her name when she enquired. It seems to be the perfect spot. The camera angle wasn't directed at her, had a wall on one side, and only one customer inside. She let out a sigh. It was past 7 pm already. Mumtaz texted to her, admirer, "Where are you?"

One of the bearers came up with a large cup of latte, a pastry, and a jewelry box. He was shy but was ogling at her. He almost hit the wall as he walked, staring at her. Mumtaz giggled again.

The box had a nice necklace with another large black pearl pendant. She was excited and wore it quickly, lifting her arms. She had exposed her neatly waxed milky soft armpits and her seductive neck. Gently she locked the necklace behind her neck.

Mumtaz slowly sipped the coffee and took a spoon full of pastry. She waited another 15 minutes when her mobile gave a notification.

"You don't have to cover up the most beautiful creamy valley with cheap cloth! Lose the shawl!"

Mumtaz was enjoying the attention she received from both men and some women. "I have exposed my more than half of my navel, my belly button, and an ample amount of my breasts with this costume already. This shawl wasn't helping anyway!"Mumtaz murmured to herself.

She took the shawl and folded it gently into a square and stuffed it in her leather bag.

"Thanks, now that's perfect! I hope you loved the refreshments. Now take off your bra and panty, then place it in the jewelry box and give it to the billing staff at 'Enchanted' on the 4th floor."

Mumtaz looked at her mobile screen for a few seconds when she received another text "Sorry, forgot to add, you look like a mythic evil queen that can steal any man's heart. You can take them off anywhere and anyhow, but it should be neatly folded and submitted within the box at 'Enchanted'"

Mumtaz didn't know how to reply. Whoever this guy was, he was watching her from somewhere. This was to the extreme. She could never do that.

"No," Mumtaz replied and started walking away from her table.

"Bye then!" she got another text.

Mumtaz stopped as she reached the entrance of CCD. "I can't do this. I won't do this, chuck him!" She murmured to herself. But Mumtaz knew deep inside her, she was wet!

"I can't do this, I won't do this, chuck him!" She murmured to herself. But Mumtaz knew deep inside her, she was wet!

Mumtaz stopped at the entrance of CCD, holding the door handle. She stood there for a few seconds, She could feel the wetness between her legs. She walked back and sat at the same table.

"Why should I do this? Who are you?" Mumtaz texted him again.

"Either do it or leave!" the reply text made Mumtaz furious. What does this guy think about her? She is a well-known lawyer in town. She placed her mobile on the table and waited another 15 minutes. She was confused, she could leave, but she didn't!

Mumtaz moved her hand towards her thighs. This was the first time she ever wore a mini skirt. She touched her bare milky skin. She was not ready yet! She tilted her head. The only customer in CCD was walking out now, and the staff was busy with billing and other stuff.

Mumtaz touched her neck gently. She was sweating and traced the transparent strap of her top. She then moved her finger over the top right above the bra cup. She felt the cup with her fingers. She had to get the strap first. The top had a very open back, and the bra strap was hiding very close to its boundary behind her.

Mumtaz grabbed the shawl and placed it over her breast and quickly moved her left hand towards her back. She slid her thumb and forefinger inside and snapped the strap within a second, and her hand was back at the table. She felt her melons ease and breath. After all, the strap was unhooked.

Blue Bull · 03-01-2022, 01:55 PM

Slowly she moved her right hand towards the top, right above her breast. Gently and slowly, she slid her finger inside and touched the cup over the right breast. She pinched the cup and pulled it gradually, taking it outside her top through the neck. The cup was half out and above the nipple of the right breast.

Now she had to get the left cup part. Moving her hand over the left breast, she slid her hand inside the left part of the top through the neck and pinched the top side of the cup. With a quick pull, she got the entire cup out from the left breast. Now she simply had to pull the bra out through the top.

She folded it neatly, one cup over the other, and placed it on the box. Her nipples were poking through the white top. Taking off panty was difficult, but she had to do it. She moved to the corner of her seat. Her legs were under the table, making it less obvious for people even if they looked at what she was doing.

Mumtaz moved both her hands to her thighs under the table. She traced the mini skirt's boundary just above her knee. She held the tip of the skirt and started pulling it up very slowly, making sure if people were looking at her. It crossed her thigh and reached almost to her pussy region.

Mumtaz looked down to see her white panty under the table. She moved her right hand towards her panty and slid her forefinger under the elastic edge of the panty. Gently she pushed the panty, opening up gaps on both sides of her legs.

Quickly she moved the forefinger of left hand towards the gap formed between her naked skin and panty. Mumtaz now slowly pulled the panty downwards, using her left hand on the left leg. Simultaneously she ran her right hand towards the right side and followed the process.

Very gently, she rolled the panty downwards from her crotch to the position of her mini skirt edge she had rolled up before. Gently rolling it downwards, the panty rolled across her thighs and then to her knee. She placed her hands back at the table and looked around once more.

Mumtaz had to just shake her legs, and the rolled panty fell on the floor. Mumtaz gently bent down and grabbed the panty from the tiled floor and placed it on her lap, and looked around one last time. Then she unrolled it on her lap and folded it from the middle and placed it on the box.

Mumtaz looked at her bra and panty placed inside the box and then shut it hard. Mumtaz walked out of CCD, talking to herself, "I can do it." She took the escalator. The absence of a panty holding together her booty in the tight white mini skirt became a lovely disaster for her.

Her ass showed a perfect curve from the sides and the impression of a crack between the meaty ass. People behind her giggled. Every step Mumtaz took caused her uncontrollable ass to shake and sway. Mumtaz stopped for a second and tried to pull and adjust her skirt.

She placed her hand on her breast to prevent her ample breasts from showing off her cleave as she bent. Mumtaz knew her nipples formed an impression on her white top. She had no choice. She wasn't allowed to wear the shawl. But why did she agree to a stranger?

Mumtaz's white top gave off her pinkish-brown nipples located exactly at the center of her breasts. Her breasts jiggled and almost popped out of her top. She was already causing wet dreams among horny men around.

Mumtaz slowly walked into the lingerie shop 'Enchanted' and dropped the box at the counter.

"I was supposed to drop it here."

"Mumtaz?" The receptionist girl asked.

"Yes, please be quick," Mumtaz had to whisper. The girl quickly took the box and placed it under something and grabbed a small black packet and gave it to Mumtaz.

"In case you need some hot lingerie, we are open!" the girl giggled, looking at the pointed perky nipple impressions on her top. Mumtaz received another text.

"Walk straight from the entrance, take the Fire Escape door, and go inside 'Storage 2.' "

"No, thanks!" Mumtaz said, staring at her phone screen and started walking, holding the packet. She took the same route, walked straight to find an entrance with 'FIRE ESCAPE' on it with bold capital letters, and found 'storage 2' board on a blue door.

There were 4-5 doors there. Everything seems to be locked except this. She pushed the door open and closed it behind her. "Done!" She texted him.

"Open the packet and wear the blindfold." Mumtaz got another notification. Mumtaz knew there was no point in resisting and asking questions now. She placed her phone and handbag on the old creaky wooden table at the center of the small room.

The room was very dimly lit and had racks all around, some empty, and some had large cartons. Even without the blindfold, visibility was too low. Mumtaz took the blindfold and placed it on over her eyes, stretched the elastic, and tied behind her head.

Just as she did a knot, Mumtaz felt something on her ass. She felt jeans cloth on her back. She could feel everything over her thin skirt. Mumtaz felt something rubbing against her back. It was his crotch! Mumtaz tried to slither and push him away when his strong hands grabbed her from behind!
"Is that you? Admirer?"

Mumtaz tried to slither and push him away when his strong hands grabbed her from behind!

"Is that you? Admirer?"

"Yes," an eerie whisper landed on Mumtaz's ears. She could feel her skin getting aroused. She had goosebumps. Mumtaz could not resist his advances. "Who are you?" She asked again, "Please show me your face!"

His strong hands slid through her wide waist and grabbed her open, exposed milky belly. He ran his fingers through her love folds. His rough palm was feeling Mumtaz's belly from the bottom of her top to the beginning of her skirt.

Mumtaz let out a sigh when his fingers traced her belly button, circling like a bull around it with his finger. She had a large navel hole and was very sensitive to touch. Mumtaz arched backward when he poked her belly button with his pinkie finger, she could feel his boner on her ass.

"Please show me your face!" Mumtaz moaned, "I will let you have me after that!"

Even Mumtaz couldn't comprehend what she just said now. She was ready to open her legs for a complete stranger. Even though not divorced, she was legally married still. She still had her wedding ring, and here she was ready to spread her legs.

"Please," Mumtaz moaned again, slowly finding pleasure in grinding her ass against his groin.

"Not Yet!" The reply was stern and rude.

Mumtaz could hear the sound of elastic stretching and unzip behind her. She rubbed her ass again over his groin. But something was different. It was his naked cock rubbing against her ass cheeks now. He had unzipped his pants!

The last time she felt a penis was ten years back, she was grinding herself on his hard dick. Meanwhile, she felt his hands running down her belly to her thighs. His fingers grabbed the skirt-end at her knee, then quickly pulled it up.

The skirt was too tight for her thick thighs and her huge ass. It didn't budge from her ass cheeks. Mumtaz knew what to do. She slowly unhooked the skirt locked at her waist. It had loosened now, and he rolled it up at her waist.

Mumtaz was letting a stranger look at her naked ass for the first time after her wedding night. Never seen sunlight, it was a treasured prize milky fair as milk itself. His two hands grabbed both her ass cheeks and squeezed.

Mumtaz grabbed the table in front of her and arched her ass for him to do everything he wanted. He rubbed his fully erect cock on her ass cheeks, and Mumtaz complied. She gained pleasure from her cock and its tip rubbing against her skin.

She widened her stance to let him rub it right between her ass. She felt it move between her ass cheeks and almost poking in her butt. She wanted him, but she was scared. His hand tiptoed across her waist to her upper belly and her neck. It then grabbed her top and pulled it down, letting her bosom breath.

Her breasts were exposed to this chilling atmosphere, and she didn't resist. His huge palm cupped her right breast, and her nipples were squeezed. She moaned gently and seductively. But his hands wouldn't stop there. Even though it was squeezing her white right breasts, giving it light red impressions.

He wasn't satisfied. He forced himself on her curvy body and ran his other hand down her waist to her skirt. Pushing it through the upper opening, he found her neatly trimmed pussy. He had forgotten that he made her take it off. His long slender finger wriggled between her pussy lips, grazing against the clit.

It found the clit's entrance, which caused Mumtaz to let out a loud moan. He didn't have a choice but to move his hand from her breast to her mouth. He cupped her mouth, but she still moaned through it. His fingers were that good between her legs. Simultaneously he pumped his dick between her ass.

He drilled her pussy with his fingers for another 10 minutes. First, it was just one finger, and when she started getting wet, he pushed another in. Her pussy was now wet and lubricated for him to explore it. He moved in with his fingers like an explorer and found her G-spot.

With every touch, she moaned through her hands, Mumtaz was oozing out cum. The room was filled with her muffled moans and the wet sound of skin rubbing against each other. He stopped.

"Why, what happened?" Mumtaz could hardly gather words. He grabbed Mumtaz by her ass and turned her around. Then lifted her up and placed her on the table. He was so close to her, that his lips almost kissed her. But he didn't!

With a quick movement, he rolled her skirt again over her waist. He took a moment to enjoy the scenery of her wet milky pussy. He didn't waste time, kneeled down, and jumped in between her legs. Holding her with a hand on her ass and another on her thigh. He started devouring it.

Mumtaz had to cup her mouth herself to prevent her loud moans from attracting people. His tongue was magic. It created fireworks inside her. It licked her clit like it was ice cream. He licked her juices from top to bottom of her pussy lips. He was rolling and circling his tongue around her clit.

His tongue was made for her pussy. It licked her hole and rolled to whatever extent it could go inside her hole. Mumtaz couldn't hold much longer. She was hardly touched by anyone else than herself in the last 10 years. This stranger had not only licked her pussy, but fingered her and ground her ass too.

"Please, who are you?" She moaned again, trying to push his head away from her pussy. But instead, she grabbed his hair and forced him more between her legs. "Please! I am close, move." She moaned through her hand, cupping her face.

Mumtaz was scared to piss him off by releasing it on his face. But she also wanted to. Mumtaz felt his strong hands squeezing her bare butt and forcing it towards him. He was simultaneously grabbing her thighs and pushing his face between her legs. She realized he wanted it.

She locked his head between her thighs and forced her pussy over his face, then arched backward, giving him full access. His rough tongue was as good as a driller. She tightened her palm over her mouth. She was there.

Then came her loud muffled moan along with her juices flowing through her pussy on to his face. Mumtaz squirted! Mumtaz loosened her grip on his head and fell backward tired. He grabbed her again and slowly placed her on the table and wiped his face.

One last time he looked at Mumtaz. What a beauty! There she was lying on a table. Her top pulled down with her breasts exposed -- nipples hard and a breast reddish due to all the squeezing and pressing. The top rolled and placed between her breasts and belly above the belly button.

The skirt too was rolled up and placed on her waist, with her entire pussy still exposed. It was still wet and glistening due to the juices. Her thick thighs resting tired. The admirer took out his phone and snapped a pic! He looked at her face again.

All this happened with Mumtaz being blindfolded, and she had still not seen his face. "Please, who are you?" Mumtaz pleaded in her tired sweet voice. She could hear him walking out, she couldn't stop him. But he sent her a message soon.

"You taste like candy! Taking your lingerie but left another pair and a shawl at the table. Go home!"

Mumtaz rested another 15 minutes on that table. She had a satisfaction that she had never got. She moved her hand between her legs. She was still dripping wet. Mumtaz got up and took the lingerie her admirer had kept it on the table. She didn't wear it. She was wet, and she didn't want to spoil the lingerie with her juices.

Mumtaz pulled back the straps of her top and pushed her boobs back into it, then adjusted the skirt. Dbanging the shawl over her breast, she walked out of the room and jumped into the partially open elevator.

It was just her and a young man inside. He couldn't stop staring at her butt. Mumtaz tapped on the parking lot button and adjusted her skirt then growled at him "Pervert!"

Back at home, Mumtaz had to touch herself once more, then she took a bath. Wearing the bathrobe, she walked towards her phone.

"You touched me, but I don't even know who you are!"

"You will know! But not yet."

The reply wasn't what Mumtaz expected, but she was satisfied. Mumtaz was in a world of her own from then. She felt loved physically and mentally for the first time. She felt like a man is waiting for her in bed the first time. She felt like she could open up her thighs and invite him inside. She was in lust land.

It has been 2 whole days since the admirer had contacted her. Mumtaz was depressed but fully active in her case.
Dressed in formal black trousers and a black jacket with a white shirt inside and a white tie, Mumtaz was dressed like a professional lawyer. Mumtaz had started an attraction to trendy colorful lacy lingerie and bought at least a dozen from 'Enchanted.'

Right now, Mumtaz was wearing a pinkish white lacy lingerie with floral patterns inside her suit. She had worn a bra with padded cups, which made her breasts look larger. But the head veil still couldn't be eliminated.

"So, I guess you are well prepared!" Alex had an asserting voice.

"Don't worry! We are all set," Mumtaz replied.

Mumtaz and Alex were waiting beside the room near the courtroom. It was their first hearing, and Alex had paid a hefty amount to Mumtaz. Alex was pleading, 'Not guilty.' Almost everyone knew he was guilty. But what they didn't know was he knew where he hid the gold.

"Just say you were wrongly accused," Mumtaz gave instructions to Alex, "There is no enough evidence to accuse you," Mumtaz continued. "Make sure you don't say anything out of what we have prepared."

Mumtaz would never leave any loopholes for her opponent. Not that any opponent could match her level of intellect. Mumtaz's face lit up when her mobile vibrated. It was him.

"Hello, sexy woman!"

"Hello!" Mumtaz replied.

"I know you are at the court. If you want to meet me, the gent's washroom!"

That was not something Mumtaz would do. She had hardly 30 minutes for the hearing, and she would not even go near the gent's washroom. "No! I have a hearing. Also, who the hell are you?" Mumtaz was trying to be rude.

"The man who did this to you!" came a reply with the same photo he took yesterday. Mumtaz resting on the table with her breasts popping out and skirt pulled up till her waist, exposing all of her pussy.

"Don't even try to blackmail me!" Mumtaz replied, infuriated.

"No, never. Just showing you this. Trust me, I won't leak this! Come to the gent's washroom, you won't regret this. I have a gift for you," came another reply.

"Please, no! Maybe later the hearing and somewhere else" She texted him back.

"Hearing in 30 minutes, I will take hardly 10," the reply was quick.

Mumtaz stared at her watch. She had just 28 minutes now. She looked at Alex. "Alex, go to the courtroom and wait. I will come there in 15 minutes." She ordered at Alex."Sure!" Alex trusted Mumtaz because she had never lost any cases.

Mumtaz grabbed her file with all the evidence and walked towards the gent's washroom. She would never let confidential files alone, not even with her clients. She knew the value of information and how it can turn around verdicts. She stopped at the door of the washroom, she had the file on her left hand.

"Come in quick!" She got another text. Mumtaz looked around and gently pushed open the door, then walked in. Despite being a public washroom, it was very clean.

"Where...?" before she could complete her sentence, a pair of strong hands blinded her from behind. She could hear the door lock behind her. "Please, how long will you hide from me," she begged.

"Long enough to make you dripping wet," His rough manly voice said. He moved her slowly towards the hand wash area with mirrors. Mumtaz placed her file on the granite base. He pulled out her head veil slowly from behind.

He blindfolded her eyes by covering her face from just above her nose to the back of her head, where she made a bun with her hairs. Mumtaz looked like batman now.

"What's with you and blindfolds, where is my gift?" she giggled.

"Wait, ma'am," He whispered by kissing over her ears. His strong, rugged hands moved from the back of her head to her breasts. He squeezed them a couple of times over the jacket before going to her waist. He stopped as his finger found the buckle of Mumtaz's black trousers.

He unbuckled Mumtaz's trousers then quickly pushed it down through the sides. Soon as the elastic went down the curve of her ass, it slid down quickly. Mumtaz was standing in gent's washroom without pants, and she arched to grind his groin.

"Not yet!" He was assertive. Then similarly, he rolled her panties and pulled it downwards till her knee. Then gently grabbing her naked butt, he pulled them apart, widening the ass crack. Mumtaz could hear him taking out something from his pocket.

With his fingers, he traced out the ass hole and gently touched it. Then whatever he had in his hands, he touched her asshole with it. It was made of metal and cold. Mumtaz shivered for a moment. "It's a plug," he moaned into her ears

Gently he rolled the butt plug at her asshole. The conical pointed end seems to go inside the hole a bit. Mumtaz tried to slither, and he held her tightly. It was well lubricated too. H rolled it gradually and let one-fourth of it inside her. With a hand, he covered her mouth to prevent any screams.

He knew this was her first time in ass, and she would moan. With all his might, he pushed half of it inside her asshole. Mumtaz let out muffled moans through his hand, or was it screams?

He was gripping her tightly. Mumtaz could guess he was about to do it, and then he pushed the entire thing inside. He took his hand away from her mouth. "Idiot, you don't know how it pains, anal is against my religion," she shouted but then reduced the voice.

"I know!" He said calmly and slapped her butt. Mumtaz wanted to scream, but she controlled. He kneeled and pulled up her panty then helped her buckle back her trousers. Before she undid her blindfold, he vanished. Mumtaz grabbed her file.

Mumtaz checked her watch. She was already late, and she wanted to run. "Ouch," she moaned. The plug was ramming her insides. She walked slowly, gently increasing pace enough so that she was fast and not hurting herself.

"Where the hell were you?" Alex glared at her.

Mumtaz was late by 10 minutes. She apologized to the court and walked limping.

"Are you alright?" asked the judge from his podium.

"Nothing, your honor, just a sprain."

Even if she told she had a butt plug up her ass, would they believe? The entire session, Mumtaz walked suffering the pain and enjoying the pleasure it gave. Initial pains had become a pleasure. She was wet inside her pussy despite debating with her foe. This was a win for her was sure. She never lost.

Blue Bull · 03-01-2022, 01:59 PM

Alex cheered inside his mind. He was finally getting back his loot. But what Alex didn't know was Mumtaz had an admirer and that admirer was sitting at the back of the courtroom. The stranger was swiping down his phone.

Mumtaz failed to notice that the admirer had clicked pictures of all the confidential matters regarding Alex's case while pushing down the butt plug inside her ass with one hand.

"This is my game now!" the evil admirer thought to himself.

Even with a butt plug in her ass Mumtaz was like a spider in court, trapping the counter-arguments of her opposition in the spider web of her wit and skills. The first hearing was a success, but there was more to come. Alex was more than happy. He was enchanted.

"Knew it! You can't take failure as an option," he said to Mumtaz. "Come home tomorrow night, let's party," Alex said with a firm handshake.

Mumtaz didn't have time to waste here. The plug was making her uncomfortable. This was her first time with something pushed inside her ass. Mumtaz felt her panty getting wet.

"Sure, have to leave now," Mumtaz was quick with the answer.

"Is everything alright? How is your leg?" Alex went on.

"It's fine, have to go!" Mumtaz said as she started walking. She could only take small steps because larger ones would make the plug hit against her insides, and she moaned every time it happened. The pain had become a pleasure now.

Mumtaz got in her car and drove quickly home. Back at home, she had to struggle to get the plug out. Her panty was drenched with her juices. She decided to take the next day off too. After all, she had to attend a party tonight.

"What the hell did you do to me?" she texted her admirer.

"Something that made you moan in court," came a reply immediately. She knew he was right.

"Thank you! I have a party tonight, send me something. It has to be traditional."

Mumtaz was asking him to send something that will blow the minds of everyone. From orthodox woman to modern, classy slut Mumtaz was evolving. "Sure, saved something for you for another special occasion. Will send that," came a reply.

Mumtaz was free the whole day. She decided to touch herself. Just as she was moving her hand inside her panty and poked at her clit the doorbell rang. Mumtaz took the veil and covered her head. Some parts of her were still orthodox.

Women were not supposed to show their beauty to men in her religion, but she had already shown more than that to a stranger. Mumtaz opened the door to find a courier on the doorstep, rather a very large package. She took it to her bedroom and opened it.

"Are you trying to make men jump on me?' Mumtaz texted him.

"I assume you received the package!" came another reply.

She knew there was no point in arguing with him. She also knew she wanted to wear things like this. This was a black saree, the kind that will make men weak. Mumtaz gently moved her hands inside her panty. She was wet. Her maids didn't know their boss was fingering like a slut inside her room.

She released her juices soon. Mumtaz went back to studying the case files. She had so much time at hand. By 7 pm, Mumtaz was fresh and neat after a hot water bath. She opened the package yet again dbangd in a long pink bathrobe. She took out the lingerie box from it and unpacked the bra and panties.

Slowly untying the bathrobe, she dropped it on the floor. Mumtaz stared at her naked in the mirror. Her nipples were pinkish brown, and her pussy had reddish-pink lips. Quickly she put her legs into the panty. It was dark black but very thin.

The material seemed like cotton and had smooth curvy designs across it. The part near pussy felt cold, she turned around. The thin panty could not hold her huge ass. Mumtaz grabbed the bra that too was one with a back strap. She placed the cups of the bra on her breasts and pulled the strap behind her, then locked it.

Mumtaz stared at the mirror again. The bra was extremely thin and like a net except for the cups. The cups were made of the same material but thicker. The cups were covered only half her breasts and barely came above her nipples. The cups seem to lift up her breasts to make an extremely wide and separated cleavage.

Mumtaz looked like a lingerie model, "Wow," she said to herself. Then she quickly wore the underskirt. She checked the packet. It had the logo 'Enchanted' in fancy design.

Mumtaz took out the neatly packed blouse. It was made of cotton and greyish in color. The blouse was lighter in color than the black saree. It was a sleeveless blouse, and Mumtaz slid it into her breast region through her fleshy arms. Her armpits were clean and milky like her belly.

She always was cautious about her cleanliness. Waxed and neat as always. Mumtaz tied the blouse at her back and locked the hooks. The blouse had smaller thin cups that came right across her breasts, making it look even larger. Mumtaz adjusted the blouse again.

But no matter what, the wide blouse gave off ample amounts of her cleavage. She couldn't hide it anyways. The push-up bra was doing its work. Mumtaz took her black saree and dbangd it over her curvy body. The saree seems almost transparent.

Contrasting to her white fairy navel, the saree exposed her skin from below her blouse to her waist. Her belly button glowed under the transparent material. Mumtaz wore the necklace and placed the pendant right on her cleavage. The jewelry, lipstick, and even the fragrance of perfume seems to be made just for her.

There was something else in the package, a piece of grey colored cloth that could be used as a head veil. Mumtaz tied her hair in a bun and wore the veil. Then pinned the corners behind her ears to her hair. Her face seems to glow, only her hairs were covered with the cloth.

Mumtaz knew it was pointless wearing the veil. Her arms, shoulders, deep sexy neck, very ample amount of breasts, her belly, and belly button were all exposed in this saree. The head veil only seemed like a distraction.

Mumtaz started her car when it was 5 minutes past 8 pm. Her maids winked at her as she left. Maybe they knew she was not the same woman.

Mumtaz had never been to Alex's house. It was a huge mansion. Mumtaz wasn't surprised as she knew Alex was a con man. She parked her car and walked through the open main door. There were hardly 10 to 15 people inside, including bearers who carried champagne in glasses.

Mumtaz could observe the eyes of all the men and women inside lock on to her. Alex rushed to aid, carrying a glass of champagne.

"Welcome, my cool lawyer," he giggled, "Wow, never thought you could dress to kill."

"Well, thank you!" Mumtaz whispered, retaliating to Alex's flirty remarks.

"Get this woman a glass," Alex roared.

"I don't drink, not supposed to," Mumtaz was stern.

"Well, you are not supposed to wear such clothes either," Alex mocked. Alex had a point. However, Mumtaz was wearing a veil, but what good it a veil do with this attire.

"Whatever, let me introduce you to my wife, my gorgeous wife," Alex said, calling out his wife from behind.

"Hey I am Lissy," she said with an extremely seductive voice offering a handshake. Mumtaz shook Lissy's hand gently. She was soft.

"Mumtaz Khan."

"What do you do?" Mumtaz asked her.

"I own 'Enchanted' Lingerie."

"I am wearing 'Enchanted' lingerie now," Mumtaz whispered at her ears.

"How is it?" Lizzy asked.

"Smooth and hot," giggled Mumtaz.

Mumtaz and Lissy were having their gossip talks when Alex left to greet other guests. Lissy was 35 years old, married Alex ten years back. Lissy was an amazingly sexy lady. She was slightly dusky and had pout lips. She wore red lipstick over it.

Wearing a yellow saree, Lissy looked elegant. Made of a similarly transparent material, Lissy's wider hips and love-handles gave wet dreams to men. She wore a normal dark yellow blouse but had a very deep neck and back, giving off a great view of her valley.

"You look hot!" Mumtaz received a text from her secret man.

"Lover?" Lissy asked, observing Mumtaz's sheepish smile as her phone lit up.

"No, Admirer!" Mumtaz replied.

Blue Bull · 03-01-2022, 02:05 PM

It has been 3 days since Mumtaz's admirer contacted her. His number seems to be switched off. With the help of some influential people, Mumtaz tried to track him. But to her surprise, they said the number doesn't exist.

The last time he contacted was at Alex's party through the vibrating panties. Mumtaz still wondered how she moaned and almost climaxed at the dinner table. But what caught her attention was Lissy and the way she jerked off a complete stranger.

Mumtaz stared at her computer screen at her office. She was dressed in a formal black suit with a red shirt inside buttoned to the neck with normal black lingerie inside. The head covered her hair and formed a circular boundary around her round face.

She was checking her files of some important cases when her staff said she had a visitor. Mumtaz nodded to let the visitor in.

"Good morning, Mumtaz Khan," Lissy said as she pushed opened the door to her cabin.

"Hey?" Mumtaz said in a very surprised tone. Mumtaz was seated on the other side of her office table, staring at the computer screen.

"Wearing vibrator panties now?" Lissy chuckled as she grabbed the chair and sat down. Lissy was wearing dark blue jeans and a very light but tight formal shirt that was tucked in. She had carried a handbag.

The shirt was very tight, which gave off her round breasts and the thick padded bra she wore inside. Lissy had unbuttoned the first button of her shirt due to which her cleavage was visible.

"Please be quiet about all that!" Mumtaz shushed, "Also, I didn't know I was wearing that. Only when it was turned on, I realized it," Mumtaz whispered at Lissy.

"That's dirty. I came here for another purpose," Lissy had an evil tone. "I want you to play a double game." She stopped for a second, "I know where Alex is hiding half of the gold. Get Alex in prison, and I will pay you the double of what he offered," Lissy asserted.

"Wait, are you asking me to betray my client?" Mumtaz was always ethical and honest.

"No, not at all. If you win this case, Alex will disclose the location of the other half."

Mumtaz realized Lissy only wanted the gold, and this marriage was just an adjustment. She nodded.

"Check this," Lissy threw a pen drive at Mumtaz. "This has all the details of every crime Alex has ever done. It even has a couple of murders - photos, video evidence, and everything. I worked hard 3 years to collect it all" Lissy sounded dangerous.

"Win the case for him. Let him disclose the location, trap him in this." Lissy stopped. "This has enough evidence to frame him for life imprisonment, and I get the gold loot."

Mumtaz knew it was a solid plan, "I need some time," Mumtaz said.

"Remember, you will get double of what you are offered now!" Lissy groaned and stood up quickly, then started walking.

"What happened yesterday in the washroom has to remain a secret, and you have to help me find someone. Then, this is a deal," Mumtaz was making a deal now. She felt she had the upper hand. She didn't want her orgasm secret to go out.

Lissy jumped back into the seat. "Consider it done, it's a blood pact!" Lissy promised.

"And..." Mumtaz had more, "Teach me!"

"Teach you what?" Lissy asked, confused.

"The way you touched that waiter, the way you controlled him. I want to learn that!" Mumtaz's demand sounded funny.

"Oh, girl. You are one naughty bitch. Listen, lady. No man can resist a woman unless he is gay. Be assertive, be dominant, every cock belongs to you, take it, and demand it. Then you will be a monster. You will be addicted to their protein shake leaking out of their puny cock. Understand?"

This was the most erotic talk Mumtaz had ever had with another woman. Her inner thighs felt moist, and she squirmed. "That's it?" She whispered.

Mumtaz shivered as she heard, "May I come in. ma'am?" from the door of her cabin.

"Please be quiet," Mumtaz whispered to Lissy and said out loud, "Yes, be quick!" The office boy walked in. 25 years old maybe, but a decent looking young man. He wore a white shirt and formal black pants. He walked towards Mumtaz's table and smiled at the two ladies.

He then placed a large file he was carrying on her table and said, "Thank you, ma'am." That's how Mumtaz's employees were. Very honest and punctual at work.

"Shall I show you in practice what I just said?" Lissy asked Mumtaz with a dirty smile. Mumtaz didn't expect this. "Please, no!" She said, rolling her eyes.

"Hey, help me with this!" Lissy ordered at the office boy.

Just as he came close to her and leaned towards her, Lissy grabbed him by his neck and placer her red pout lips on his. He was perplexed. He didn't know what to do. Lissy was literally eating his face right in front of Mumtaz. Mumtaz, seated opposite the office table, stared at them.

Even though Lissy was sitting and the office boy leaned towards her. She kissed him with all her might. Her tongue was finding its path inside her mouth. Lissy stopped and stared right into his eyes, "Whatever happens here stays here!"

Mumtaz couldn't stop noticing his cock growing through his black pants. Lissy immediately grabbed it and squeezed it. She, with ease, unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his zip, exposing his black underwear with red elastics.

Moving her fingers inside, she pulled the underwear down along with his pants till his upper thighs. His semi-erect cock sprang out. This was the second time Mumtaz saw a cock on Lissy's hand. With her right hand, she held his cock and pulled down his foreskin.

Using thumb, she touched his penis tip and. Lissy's left hand grabbed his balls and squeezed. He was well-groomed, giving Lissy better access. "Shut the hell up!" she roared at him as he opened his mouth.

The innocent office boy had no choice but to consent. After all, he was getting jerked by a pretty hot Milf woman. His dick grew its full strength in her hand. "Not bad," Lissy whispered as she started jerking him.

Mumtaz observed him close his eyes and moan very gently. He was enjoying this. Lissy was vigorously jerking him now. His penis started leaking precum already. The tip was glistening, which was clearly visible to Mumtaz.

Lissy was jerking him faster and faster. His skin made a wet rubbing sound as she moved her hand up and down. He grabbed the edge of the desk. His eyes were tightly shut, his muscles around his neck to his groin tightened. "Is he close?" Mumtaz asked.

Lissy stopped for a second, rolled her thumb on his tip, and jerked him even faster. Her grip on his balls tightened. Lissy opened her lips wide and took it in her mouth. Mumtaz never expected that to happen. Lissy's lips were wrapped on his cock, and she moved up and down on his cock.

Just as he moaned rather loudly, Lissy squeezed his balls. Within seconds, he unloaded right into her mouth. Mumtaz was surprised to see how good Lissy was in this. Lissy waited till he released all his juices into her mouth and then licked the tip of his cock too.

"That's how you do it!" Lissy stated with pride. Taking a tissue paper from her bag, she wiped her lips. "Hope you go for it. Practice makes you perfect!' She joked as she walked out of the cabin. The innocent office boy stood there with his now limp cock out.

"Get dressed and get out," She ordered. Mumtaz was evolving.

Mumtaz knew someone who could help them nab Alex. He was a security officer commissioner, a middle-aged man. He could easily use the evidence Lissy provided to get Alex in prison.

"He will ask for more than evidence. He will demand that I satisfy him," Mumtaz groaned. But Mumtaz always resisted any advancements from this cop. Even though she badly wanted a man, he was not from her religion.

"I can satisfy him," Lissy said with pride. This is the best choice she had. Last night before the final hearing, Mumtaz and Lissy decided to meet this pervert cop.

Mumtaz was driving the car. She had a smile on her face. It's almost after a week her admirer had contacted. He had even gifted her another pair of yellow inners now. It was a bikini. Even though Mumtaz wore a formal suit, she had the yellow bikini inside.

As usual, she had worn a black jacket over a neatly tucked yellow formal shirt and formal trousers. Her head hair was tied behind back with the head veil, covering that and her entire back head except for her beautiful face. A light pink lipstick made lips seductive too.

Meanwhile, Lissy was dressed like a whore. She had worn a white saree with a red blouse. It was a sleeveless blouse made of cotton material with a wide neck that reached almost the lower end of her blouse. Since the white pallu or shawl was semi-transparent, which ensured her cleavage was well exhibited.

From the nipple impressions, it was evident that she was not wearing a bra and, most probably, neither a panty. Lissy's dusky navel, her belly button, and the love handles were open to all.

"Why are you dressed like that?" Mumtaz asked.

"Dressed for the occasion," Lissy giggled.

By 10 pm, Mumtaz and Lissy had reached the cop's guest house. Dressed in formal clothes, he had a seductive fragrance. The cop invited them in and offered them coffee.

"Fist my end of the bargain!" he ordered.

Lissy was more than happy to hear that. She stood up and walked towards the cop and dropped her pallu.

"Sure, you can handle this?" she mocked him.

"I thought it would be Mumtaz. But you are much more exciting!" He said as he grabbed her breasts over her blouse.

Mumtaz watched them suck each other lips. He had torn apart her blouse, letting her dusky breasts out. His strong hands squeezed them. Mumtaz felt her insides tingle.

Lissy was an expert when it came to sex. She kneeled immediately and unzipped his pants. As she pulled it open, his fully erect cock sprang out. Just as Lissy was starting to suck the tip, he grabbed her by her face and pushed his cock inside her mouth. Mumtaz watched him pump inside Lissy's mouth.

"Care to join?" he asked moaning.

But what surprised him was Mumtaz actually came forward. She was wet. She no longer hid her needs behind her orthodox beliefs. Mumtaz pulled out her head veil and walked towards him when her phone beeped.

"Come now!" It was another message from her admirer with a location hardly a kilometer from here.

"I will be back!" Mumtaz said and ran to her car.

The cop wasn't expecting this. But Lissy was more than good in sucking. His cock had already started leaking into her mouth.

Mumtaz ran to her car, holding the evidence Lissy had provided in her hand. She threw it on the front seat and drove to the location. Just as she reached, she received a message.

"Park the car and walk to the lamp on the other side of the beach."

That's when Mumtaz noticed she had parked her car adjacent to a beach. She got out of the car and took a message when she received another text.

"In bikini!"

Mumtaz knew there was no point in resisting. She immediately took her black jacket and threw it on the sand. She unbuttoned her trousers and unzipped them, giving off her yellow panty. Bending down gently, she rolled it to her feet and kicked it aside.

Next was the yellow shirt, quickly done with the buttons, she threw it aside too. The yellow bikini bra was very thin and hardly covered her huge breasts. Her pink nipples were partially exposed on both the boobs and had formed a thick impression since it was hard. She was horny.

The bra was held to her body by a thin thread tied behind her neck. It looked like it will fall off at any moment. The panty was more like a thong hardly covered her butt. Actually, it went right between her ass crack. It was tied over her thighs on both sides of her legs and barely was covering her pussy.

There were a few horny couples here and there on the beach. All of them watched Mumtaz strip and then walk towards the other side. Mumtaz was so much better than the female counterparts they were nailing.

Mumtaz didn't know her admirer was behind her. He had made a copy of all the evidence when she was stripping. He walked behind her very quietly and waited for Mumtaz to reach the lamppost. Mumtaz waited for him at the lamppost.

She closed her eyes as he touched her butt. She closed her eyes, expecting him to blindfold her. But he didn't. Mumtaz turned around to see his face. But he cupped her eyes with his hands and untied the knot of her bikini bra. It fell on the sand immediately.

Slowly removing his hand, he kissed her. Mumtaz stared into his eyes for the first time. She felt him undoing her panty too. Within no time, Mumtaz was completely naked. She stared into his face. He was a handsome young man. She wanted to ask who he was. But she had to try what she learned from Lissy.

Mumtaz kneeled in front of him and unzipped his black pants. She felt his crotch, pulled apart his underwear to expose his slightly hard cock. Mumtaz touched his cock, her first one after years. She held it in her palm and jerked. She felt it grow.

She jerked it till it grew to its full size. Holding it with a tight grip, she pulled down the foreskin exposing the round tip. She was not bothered by his religion. Mumtaz wanted his manhood.

Mumtaz felt the tip glisten with precum. She kissed it and touched it with her tongue. Then widely opening her mouth, she took it in. This was the first cock she tasted. She sucked it slowly from tip to end. With her other hand, she grabbed his balls.

Mumtaz, the most famous criminal lawyer, was sucking a stranger naked on a public beach. This cock was harder than the few cocks she had seen. She sucked it from top to bottom for another 10 minutes. She loved the taste of his skin. The air was filled with slurping sounds of Mumtaz.

Combined with her saliva, his precum made his cock wet. For the first time, Mumtaz heard him moan. He was very manly, and he was close. He grabbed Mumtaz by her cheeks with his strong hands and held her face. Then for a few minutes, pumped inside her mouth.

She felt it touch the backside of her mouth. He was huge. Then he came into her mouth. It was the first time she had tasted raw juicy cum. She sucked him again. Mumtaz loved the taste. Just as he withdrew his cock Mumtaz grabbed it also and sucked.

She squeezed his balls to see if he can release anymore, then licked his entire groin clean. She had returned the oral favor he did for her. "Who are you?" Mumtaz asked. She wanted to kiss him, but he stopped her.

"Your admirer," He said again. Mumtaz was happy she saw his face. "We will meet again soon!" he said as he started walking.

Mumtaz knew he would come back. Even though it was her first blowjob, she had sucked him dry, and she was sure he will come back for more Mumtaz walked to her car naked, shaking her ass and boobs. There was a glow to her face. The same horny couples stared at her again. She was naked now.

She waved at them and got in her car. She then drove to the cop's guest house. Naked, she walked it holding the evidence. Mumtaz pushed open to see the cop resting naked on the couch. Lissy came out of the kitchen holding a water bottle, she too was naked.

"How did you get naked?" Lissy screamed.

"Long story!" Mumtaz said with a smile.

"Whatever, he came three times already. I don't think he can do it anymore. So, let's go!" Lissy said.

Mumtaz nodded her head. She placed the evidence over the cop's belly and squeezed his dick. "You know what to do," She said to the cop.

The two naked women drove off. Mumtaz dropped Lissy at her home and went to her house. Mumtaz's maids were shocked to see their boss walking out of the car naked. A few weeks back, she wouldn't even go out without a head veil. The maids had no other work than gossip about their boss.

The next day, the final hearing of their case. It was evident that Mumtaz would win this case. The victory was easy. Mumtaz parked her car at the court's parking and walked towards Alex. She had done enough to get Alex in prison.

Alex, who had no idea about this, had already paid Mumtaz's payment since victory was evident. Mumtaz stopped when she saw the man with Alex. She took a few more steps. Mumtaz gasped. She was perplexed and angry!

"You?" Mumtaz screamed. The man turned around to face Mumtaz. It was her husband who left her 10 years back.

"Hey Mumtaz, Let me introduce you to y business partner Ali Khan," Alex said.

"Mumtaz?" her husband Ali khan smiled.

Mumtaz's husband was back. But Mumtaz was giving blowjobs to strangers in his absence. It was against her religion. Mumtaz being an orthodox '. lady, could still taste the raw cum in her mouth. The taste of cum of her admirer. The person whose name was still unknown.

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Blue Bull

Adventures in ECR Road
(Adventures of a couple in ECR road.)

By: Vijay_Devarkonda

Hi, guys this is Vardhan from Bangalore. Not a native guy, but forced to live my life here on earnings. Let me go to the story straight. I met this girl named Swetha at my office, we were doing great at our first few meetup and quickly started to share equal spaces with each other.

One fine day at the office we were discussing films and up came the film 50 shades of gray. Neither of us saw the film previously, and we started to discuss on finding time to watch it together. To be frank we had just thought it would be a good romantic love story.

One fine day right after office hours, I told her that I've got a surprise. She was exited at first and I slowly whispered that I've got the film downloaded and saved in my mobile. I did own a car with an awesome music system. So just after office hours we had dinner and parked it near our PG in OMR road and started watching the film together.

Right at the end of the film, neither of us spoke a word. We were maintaining deep silence, and I opened up the word. To my surprise, we both were equally horny to be dominated by each other. She slowly opened up on her nude adventures she had during her childhood, where she would keep her dress aside and used to roam around naked in the terrace and finding natural air.

I asked her whether she do that even after growing up and recently. She replied she always had her exhibitionist thoughts and flashing around but she had never tried any for the recent years as she was not having any private time in her PG and room.

It was never too late to do crazy stuff and it all depends on our age and arousals. I quickly gave her a game plan. And it follows like this.

I'm supposed to act as gray for next few hours. And she is to obey all my rules. We planned to get rid of the traffic areas and reached the ECR road in my car.

A bliss would be at night time. I asked her to remove her dress and to remain in her undies. She hesitated at first, but slowly she came into the mood and started to strip. I was having a tuff time focusing on the road and to see her getting undressed. In the next few minutes, she was ready in her bra and panties.

We came across few two-wheelers and buses and she started to feel relaxed and completely chill. Now came the moment, I asked her to remove the last piece of clothing and to put them in the back seat. To my surprise, she did it without hesitating. Now she was fully nude, with her 34b cup size breast in full view to me. Yet to look deep at her hairy pussy.

For the next half an hour we drove slowly, having dirty talks and sharing our sex fantasies with each other until I found a dark part of the road where there were no road lights. I decided to stop my car and play a small prank. I dared her to step out of the car, go around and get back in totally nude.

She was shocked. I reminded that she would listen to all my commands and to obey them. Right after she decided to take up the adventure, I unlocked the doors. Waiting for the right time where they were no vehicles around. She just opened the door lock and stepped out completely nude, I had a good chance to view her entity naked body even at that dim lights.

I asked her to close the door, quickly run around the car as get back. Just after she closed the door and started to come around the car nude, I locked the doors. When she thought everything was under control and Came near the door to open it, there comes the surprise. I lowered the window a bit to see her blush.

"Hey what the hell are you doing" she screamed.

"Just enjoy the situation honey, you said you love to roam around naked", I replied.

"Ok it's enough I want to get back in" she replied In a low voice.

Since I didn't find any vehicles coming near us, I quickly got down and went near her.

"Amity what are you doing," she asked

"I just wanted to see the complete view, won't you show me" I replied in a calm manner.

She stood there, with her left arms crossed over her breasts and right arm covering her pussy, totally naked in an empty highway.

I said, "if you love it then why don't we go for a little walk"

She replied, " no way, please let me in, this is enough for today"

Right then we noticed a vehicle coming from a long distance. She urged to get back in, and I slowly asked her for a small kiss and I would unlock the doors. She was jumping on her feet, started shivering, afraid of the coming vehicle and she had no way than to accept my offer.

I knew she wouldn't resist nor get angry over me. She slowly came near me and kissed me on my lips, still covering her private parts and a great start for a romantic future. The lights from the vehicle are nearing us and when they were about a 200 meters near, I unlocked the doors. She jumped in the car quickly and slammed the doors, giggling.

I came around and entered the driver side when the other vehicle flew across us at great speed.

"With that speed, I'm sure that they wouldn't have noticed you even if you're standing naked on the roadside," I said

"May be next time" -- she replied

We were laughing and having fun at what happened and I planned for the next thrilling task for her. And it goes like this.

"You got to walk with me at least 50 meters away from the car, totally naked, and come back without covering your breasts or pussy. If you do so and try to cover, the walk would extend up to the next 50 meters. And everything is to be right on the highway over the tarmac"

Her eyes went wide and smiling. "I'm in" -- she replied without any hesitation.

After the first adventurous road trip, Swetha was very much excited and even pinged me that she had only dreamt of such experiences to be nude in public and outdoors. And was very much interested in taking more riskier adventures in future.

It was two week of hefty work at the desk and was not able to respond well to her. By the time I reach home late and message her she would have slept off. We planned for a meetup and to go for dinner on a Friday evening.

After completing all my works rushed to see her waiting for me in a nearby restaurant in OMR road. She was a bit frustrated over my incomplete messages over two weeks.

I explained her my situation, but still, she was odd. After having our dinner at about 10 pm, I asked her whether she was willing to for another set of adventure tonight.

That was when her face was brightened, and without any hesitation, she responded, "I have been waiting for this very badly". we quickly headed to ECR, the road as it is always our hotspot for trying out such kind of adventures.

It was a nice breeze late night, not to mention the traffic which moves out of the city to Pondicherry. we had our windows down and maintained a speed of 50kmph."Are you ready for your next task " -- I asked "I'm all your master, I will do whatever you say" -- she responded. submitting herself completely to me.

Since the ongoing traffic was more I took a U-turn after driving for about an hour. It was much better this way. I spotted on an isolated bus stand and my mind went through a bright idea. "Here you go mistress, strip down now inside the car and put all your things in the back seat.

You have to walk down to the bus stand and spend the next 30 mins there. You can hide somewhere behind the advertisement banner. But should not move anywhere. I would be leaving for a small drive, so you have to stay there all naked for the next 30 mins. After it is time I would return back and horn, and you would get in the car." -- I said

I saw her eyes getting wild and accepted the task already.

"what if someone comes this way" -- she asked

"You have provision to hide behind that advertisement board. and don't worry it is so much isolated and people crossing this path is less possibility" -- I said

she: "ok when to start"

Me: "your time starts when you step out of this car, without a single piece of dress."

she: "Can I have my mobile phone instead"

Me: "NO you can't. it may distract you. You should feel that your nude and feel the air touching your bare body every second. "slowly she started to strip herself, one by one, first her kurthi, followed by her pants. then came down her slip, bra, and panties. Decently folded them and kept it in the back seat. I unlocked the doors and could see her cheeks getting pink already.

Me: "Aren't you afraid?"

She: "Nope. It seems to be a simple one. Shall meet you in 30 mins. Take care"

Me: "hahaa is it, honey. ok, will deal with it.

She was feeling energetic and I don't want to end it as planned. So I pulled out a small rope from the trunk and went near her door. Opened the door and asked her to step out. She took a quick look all around and got down the car. She came near me and kissed me on my lips and said bye bye. I slowly moved both her hand's behinds her back and tied them with the rope I had.

She: "what is this????????????"

Me: "You wanna have fun right, then stay calm. Now you have no way to escape or to cover your private parts when you get caught with someone."

She: "Hmmmm let me handle this too"

she was bold enough even when I tied her hands and locked them behind. I guided her to the bus stand showed her a hotspot to hide if some vehicles are passing very closely. Then walked back to the car and started the engine. Looking at her from inside a lot of thoughts ran through my mind, she was not just a nude girl standing over the road, with her hands tied behind, but was very horny in such adventurous tasks. I slowly moved my car away and drove for about 10 mins and then took a U-turn.

Decided to go back to the bus stand and watch what she does from the other side of the road. So again 10 mins of drive and came opposite to the stop where I dropped her. At first couldn't spot her as it was pitch dark. Later I came to know that she was hiding thinking of some random car has parked opposite to her. Once she knew that it was me, came out from the dark and was sitting in the seat. Facing me and was exposing her 32b breasts and bald pussy. Could see her white bare body even in the dim lighting.

Now is what some unexpected twists came in. A bus. which slowed down from a distance. I figured out clearly that it is going to halt in the bus depot for sure. She quickly moved away and hit behind the advertisement board. There was a two small horizontal space one below and one little above in that advertisement board, which has the possibility to expose her thighs and face alone if she was standing behind, and someone should watch closely to figure that out.

To completely hide she has to sit down and put her head down the bottom gap. The bus halted right in front of her and it blocked the entire view of the bus stand to me. I couldn't think of what could happen and how to deal with it.

Just less than a minute the bus started to move and I saw an elderly couple and one middle-aged man walking away after getting down. when they moved away a little far I crossed and road and went behind the bus stand. And saw her standing there without any tensed feeling.

He: "Did they see you?"

She: "I think they didn't, was standing 5 feet away from them on the darker side when they walked away from me.

Me: "so you didn't hide?"

She: "Nope"

I was blown away by her and hugged her wild and started to finger her pussy. She was moaning like hell with her hands locked behind. In the next few mins made her cum, and standing weakly. Her juices flowing down her legs messed up hair.

She: "Shall we leave. enough for today. Shall keep some energy for next week"

Me: "sure dear"

She: "Go get the car here"

Me: "Come on baby lets cross the road. No one is going to notice that your nude

without any hesitation she started to walk and was leading me. Grabbed my hands and I removed the ropes. One the road were all clear of vehicles, she crossed the road all naked and barefoot. Though noted few headlights at a very long distance. They wouldn't notice her nudity until they are few meters near us.

We then got into the car, and I refused to give permission for her to dress. She was lying there naked in the front seat while we returned and I stopped few meters near the tollgate for her to get dressed up, and was half sleep already. Then dropped her at her PG after abiding few kisses and returned back to mine.

It was again a boring week and would end up soon. As we all know Fridays were the longest days of the week. It was around 6 o clock in the evening when Swetha called and asked me if we can go out somewhere for a long drive. I knew she was indirectly wanted to go for an adventure and I've already started to plan out the next targets and dare to her.

Once office was over I picked her up and went for dinner. Soon we packed our stuff and started our trip. It was nearly an hour and we were going long away from the city. I whispered to her In a soft manner. Are you ready for your next dare dear? And she just smiled and didn't utter a single word.

I further added upon the difficulty level for coming one and she replied that anything is fine my wish, but should be more exciting than the previous ones.

I had so many plans running over my mind and drove into a remote village. Villages would be deserted earlier and would be awake all before the sun. So we were cautious not to extend our adventure after 4 am.

While Swetha was mentally getting prepared, I was looking over the right place. Then came a hot spot.

There was a narrow straight road for about 500 meters and there were small houses at regular intervals. Lights were also spaced evenly such that first few meters are bright lite and next few meters were totally dark. I stopped the vehicle and looked straight into her. She was already feeling so much thirsty and to remove off her dress right after my command.

"Ok Swetha, her goes the dare. You would strip down naked completely and get down to the car. With all your belongings I would move forward and wait right at the end of the road. Your task is to walk bare and naked on the road in public and to reach the car. Since it is full of houses, there might be a chance of someone coming out. You shouldn't panic and continue walking till the end of the road, DEAL"

Her eyes were filled with excitement. She has never before tried such a risky dare and had no choice except to believe in luck. Since I was about to drive away, with her clothes and apparels, she had no choice but to walk nude down the lane.

She was getting prepared and removed her t-shirt first. Followed by her pant, and bra, panties. I asked whether you would need chappal or not. She was fine with it. But I commanded to walk barefoot.

It was time for the adventure. She then got down the car and I was fully aware of the surrounding.

Her beautiful pale bright skin was glowing in the dark. Her soft round ass was chubby. And I felt like whacking them one time. Her 34c breasts were perfect and she was covering them with her hands. I slowly started to move the car and let her walk by my side. Her boobs were bouncing in an even manner, slow pace and at regular intervals.

I would watch them the whole day long. Just after a sec or two I moved in advance and rushed to the end of the road. All I ever saw was the girl in the rear view mirror and could notice nothing in the front. All naked walking in a public road and in front of residential houses. She was enjoying her public nudity play and was walking bare ass in a road. I settled my car along and came out and was walking towards her.

Everything was normal until a vehicle turned up. We could see a set of flashlight of some vehicle getting ready to show off in the next few seconds from her end of the road. I was rushing towards her and the gap was about 200 meters to reach her.

I could feel her terrible reaction from a distance.

I had so many thoughts running in my mind. Will it be the cops for rounds, if it is so what would happen if they catch nude women in the middle of the road? What if it was some random lorry or a fellow villager. I was thinking so deeply and forgot what to do

Since the road was narrow and the distance from one house to other was nominal it is a very tuff task to find a place to hide. She immediately put her arms around her breasts and pussy and started running towards me. I waved her to go hide somewhere. Just as the lights turned towards the road and lite her entire nude body to glow in the dark.

I wonder how the driver would have reacted seeing her in such a state in the middle of the road. It was a middle weighed truck and was coming towards us at a moderate speed. Just before the truck was reaching near to us, we got into our car and started the engine. The truck nearly slowed down to see us through and what we were up to. By this time the car was ready to rush through the opposite direction.

Considering the narrow road and difficult for the truck to return and follow us, I just waived my hands saying good bye to the fellow driver, ... But this time without covering her boobs. She was literally flashing them in the broad high beam light.

We moved forward as she was rolling over the floor laughing. Still nude and undressed. Aroused and unable to believe the fact that she has now turned into an exhibitionist. She also let me know on the urge of cuming right now.

I just tied her hands behind the seat and gave her an awesome fingering near a four road junction. Trucks and other vehicles were rarely going across making it more favorable. After a couple of climax showdown, we returned back slowly to our residence making this trip a step ahead of the previous adventures.

For our next fine trip, me and Swetha planned for something more than getting caught. It was bdsm situations out there in public.

We started our car by evening and went on for a long drive. Not to mention. It is a bliss to drive through the East coast road, Chennai at sunrise and sunset. And eventually romantic too. We went to a beach at the long outskirts of the city and spent some time till the lights were out. We also found few floating crowds not aware what is going to happen next here.

Just when the lights were dim and dull the adventure domination starts.

Me: OK sweetheart, are you ready for your next adventure.

she: now??

me: Yeaa now.

she: but the lights are still dim and visible

me: I guess we had a deal before we could come here

she: Hmmmmmmmmm

me: Now do what I say. How many people are around us and at what distance

she: a couple on the right at an about 50 meters. Then a group of 4 College girls and a guy about 30 meters near us and a family to our right.

me: Ok. now let's take a walk

we walked crossing the group and the couple and came to an isolated place.

me: Ok honey, now stip. make sure you take off all your inners and wear only the t-shirt

(The t-shirt is a bit longer and covers exactly your buts and pussy)

she: Hmmmmmm

she removed here t-shirt followed by the jeans pant, then goes down the bra and panties and I was covering her up in the low dim light. Then she wore here Tshirt back. What else do you want to wish for? A dim light, a fair hot lady with a t-shirt and rest of her clothes in my hand.

Me: Ok now let's walk back to our older place.

she: I'm already shivering here with people nearby. what are you going to do now to me.

Me: do you wish to show your nude body to the couple and the group. but to your disappointment, there would be no one else to chase you and fuck you so you're safe.

she: Please don't make me run naked in front of them. I know you would want me to do so.

Me: I have other plans dear Smile

now go get a quick dip in the beach and come back. I'll sit right in the sand meanwhile.

she: ok

And there she went off to the salt water without any hesitation. Not to mention her dancing boobs and awesome hip to shoulder ratio. You would watch her all day. Especially after getting wet. The white t-shirt was almost transparent. Two cute pin points would be visible even in the dim light and sure she is horny.

Me: Swethaaa...come here...

she came out totally wet. Instances of her shaved pussy were visible while fighting hard to come out of the waves. She then came slowly towards me. Enlighted that the task to be over. But I had other plans.

Me: Ok now get into the waves again and unbutton your shirt. let it free so that it goes with the waves. Freeze for a couple of seconds and start chasing the shirt. Once you get it back come back to the car if not you would have to walk back flashing your entire property without hiding to both the groups and I would be waiting

(I was literally praying that the shirt would go away far beyond her reach)_

she: wowwww... that sounds accidental. so much fun. I'm going right away

I started walking away few meters. Watching her carefully. It was dimmer now and it would be completely dark in the next few minutes.

Just as per my commands slowly unbuttoned her shirt and let it go off free. The shirt came near the shore and near the sand and still, she was inside with her body covered in the water till her shoulder. And then she came out running to get her shirt back. I saw the female group and the guy jaws dropped. They were in utter shock, which two of the girls turned their heads away but the guy and one more girl were starring right in her direction. Enjoying the free show.

Swetha was extremely hot. Her 34b boobs were perfect for the bounce and jump and in next few seconds she was completely off the waves and running butt naked to catch her shirt floating in the water. She was running nude right in front of the group and the couples. I wonder if the couples were aware of her naked butt or busy with their own adventures in the middle of the bushes. It was nearly for about a minute and two and she still she was struggling to get her last piece of dress. I was watching the entire show and was nearing to a conclusion that the shirt would never be caught back by her.

After a couple of minutes, I saw her walking back towards me. Thought she got her shirt back. But NO! she dared even more and was walking back in the sand in her birthday suit. As guessed the shirt was lost forever. Walking in front of the couples and friends group, with her hands crossed over her breasts and pussy. she came near me finally and asked for her clothes and that her shirt was gone...

me: Don't cover up with your hands. I'm not able to see your tits. For the sake of walking with cross hands, you have to be punished. Now kneel down and crawl like a dog till the car.

With utmost humiliation and she smiled and came down to four legs bow boww.....

And all this happened in few meters away from the gang of friends who were watching the entire adventure. But I'm sure they wouldn't have had awful eye treatment as the light was completely down by now.

Swetha was now walking beside me, on four legs and I had her entire clothes and our car was about a few meters away from us. Just as we wished that everything was going well suddenly came a light flash. Turning towards the beach entry from the main road which was half a km away. To our shock, It was the highway patrol/security officer jeep and I just noticed the two red and blue flashing lights and our heart were already pounding thousand times more.

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Blue Bull · 04-01-2022, 01:02 PM

Wild Emotions
(A passionate love-making with my Dominant.)

By: Indian_Princess

I have always been a shy girl, I had just turned twenty and I still had so many things to discover about myself. All those tragic circumstances I had to face in the past have nearly cost me my sanity, as it reflects in the darkness of my desires, in the darkness of my mind. I can't change it even if I wish to; I know I am a slave to my desires.

Marc was more than just my boyfriend; he was the Alpha I was born to surrender to; a tall dark handsome man, who had an obvious superiority over me, both physically and intellectually. He often told me that I was beautiful, and the depth in his voice as he spoke was charismatic. He was my friend, my teacher, my guide, my philosopher...he was my world. I loved him, and I trusted him.

We had many sessions together, and each one was exhilarating. I never counted the days we spent in a D/s relationship, for me, it was like I am bound to this man forever, and I live to serve him.

The last thing I remembered was that I was having drinks with him in his living room one fine evening. But when I regained consciousness, I found myself restrained on a bed in that special room, where we've had our previous sessions. I don't know if that was my heaven or my hell; all I knew is that was the place where I have embraced the darkest of my desires. There was a shiny collar around my neck, something that every submissive is proud to wear. I was dressed only in a pair of black stockings that matched perfectly in color with my long raven hair spread on the bed. There was another black thing on my body. It was his name tattooed over the left lower side of my abdomen. I adored it. He owned me and for me, it was a privilege to be the object of his desire.

I was helpless, in true sense. The ropes were milky white in color and soft textured but thick enough and they restrained me well. And what actually bothered me was the vibrator he had placed between my legs. It was stimulating my pussy, and the stimulation was intermittent and suboptimal - just enough to make me all wet and horny but not enough to give me an orgasm. I was going mad, and I could do nothing to help myself. I cursed the ropes bitterly. I had been moaning, screaming, but nothing was going to help. It was a torture, but it was my punishment and I had no choice but to take it, for as long as he wanted me to.

After what seemed like an eternity, he entered the room. I was thrilled. He stood by the side of the bed enjoying my condition. He seemed to derive some sort of a sadistic pleasure from my ordeal. The devilish grin on his face and the growl in his dark eyes were making it evident. I was sweating and trembling already. He ran his fingers through my hair. I moaned in pleasure. He moved his hand over my skin. My body shuddered with every stroke of his hand. It felt like heaven.

I had closed my eyes, enjoying his touch. I felt him move his hand from my face to my cheek and then to my breast. It stayed there for some time, fondling my beasts, and the other one joined, and then he suddenly grabbed my full breasts with both his hands. I jerked and moaned. His grip was firm, and it felt great. I had been craving for a thorough groping for many hours now. The vibrator made me so vulnerable. I wanted to feel his touch on every inch of my body. I felt his hands move downwards, across my abdomen, and reached my hips, brushing across them, I felt him slide his hand on my thigh, inwards and upwards. I shuddered, and I felt embarrassed. He was just about to discover, how desperate I was, how badly I was craving for him, from the wetness I had gathered over there. And he did find out. I shut my eyes tightly. He probably was looking at my face, checking out my reaction. I didn't dare to look at him in the eye.

His hands stayed around my thighs, stroking the inner side of them, and the vibrators were still doing their job. I was visibly trembling by now. I was too desperate. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted him, in me. I just couldn't wait anymore...I had to break the silence.

"Please..." I said.

"Please?"

"I want you..." I said with trembling lips

"I am right here, little one!" he said with a wicked smile.

"I want you to..."

"You want me to...what? Tell me."

"I want you to...oh...please..."

"How do you expect to get it if you can't ask for it?"

"Please..." I said gathering some courage, "I want you to fuck me!"

"There you are! And why do you want me to fuck you?"

"Because...I want you, I love you"

"Do you really think so?" He said with the same wicked smile, "Well no, you don't love me. All I can see in your eyes at the moment is lust. Pure lust!"

I was almost in tears with desperation. I so badly wanted him in me. Every second that passed by was driving me crazier. And he knew it. He was deliberately delaying things. That was his way of torturing me. I had no answer to his question. Why did I want him? Oh, I didn't know. I only knew that I want him badly, very badly.

He broke the silence.

"So, you don't have an answer, do you?" He said, "Well, perhaps I can help you"

He put the vibrator away and then put his finger right in my pussy that was dripping wet and trembling, so badly wanting him there. I shuddered as he touched me. And my pussy muscles contracted almost spastically. When he withdrew his finger, it was all coated with my shameless lust. He moved the finger to my chest and wrote over it. Four letters - SLUT. They glistened brightly.

"Well, here is the answer to my question. You want me to fuck you so badly because you are a slut" he said pointing to the letters.

I couldn't disagree looking at brightly glistening letters. It was humiliating but I was too desperate to care. I was going mad by this torture. I was losing temper, "Whatever!" I shouted, "How does that matter? Just fuck me, right now, I can't wait anymore."

"Do you forget that you are talking to your Master? You think this is bad, well, there are worse things I can do to you, you know."

He suddenly grabbed my face in his hands and pressed across my cheeks very hard. I winced because it hurt. And then he pressed his right thumb against my lower lip, pressing it against my canine. "I need to show you your place; you seem to be forgetting that I am the one in control here, and I will use you anyway I wish. Your body is for my pleasure and not yours. I will be the only one giving orders here, so you better think before you speak next time, understand that?" he said spitefully, and pressed my lip against my canine hard enough to draw out blood. I was screaming in pain, as a little stream of blood flowed out of the corner of my mouth.

I suddenly realized my mistake. I didn't lose time to apologize. But he didn't seem to be listening to me.

"Do you like electricity?" He asked curiously.

I was confused, but also scared.

"Hmmm let's find out." he said.

"What are you going to do, Master?" I asked nervously in a soft voice.

"You'll soon know. The collar you are wearing isn't as benign as you think." he said that and pressed a button on a remote. And within a second a current began to flow through me. It was terrible! It lasted only two seconds yet it was an experience I won't forget.

"No! No! No! NOOOO! Please, not again. I beg you. Please don't do it again. I am sorry. I'll behave I promise." I said meekly.

"Na, just once more!" he said and it happened. I got another shock.

He smiled, and then he put the vibrator back to my pussy. I screamed in frustration.

He grinned as he watched me twitch and twist. He seemed to be really enjoying the sight of a helpless me tied to the bed and taking the torture of the vibrator. I saw him undress slowly, he looked like a king.

He crawled on top of me, and began touching me again.

"So" he said, "You were saying you wanted me to fuck you"...and he started mouthing my body, the skin to skin contact with his body added fuel to my fire. I wish my hands were free, I wanted to grab him, but I was helpless. He will decide when to touch me, he will do only what he wants to do to me, and what he doesn't want to do, he will not do. All I could do is to beg for what I wanted, and he would decide if I deserved it or not.

"Yes, please, I want you to fuck me, please, I beg you" I said with tearful eyes.

"Not so soon" he said with a cruel smile.

He put a ball gag on my mouth. Now that was really weird. He never used to gag me. He loved to hear me moan and scream. Then my eyes were blindfolded. I was really confused. And then I panicked when I felt his put an ear plug on one of my ears. He was taking away my senses one by one. Before he put the ear plug in my other ear, he said, "Relax, you'll be ok." And my hearing was cut off. And to my horror, I felt a double layered latex mask slide over my face. It would not only cut off whatever little light or sound that would reach me through the blindfold and the ear plug, but also make me totally mute. I panicked. I was totally disoriented, and there was no way I could communicate with him now.

It was really scary for me, but his touch pacified me. Our D/s relationship was unique in a way. We had no safe word. We didn't need it. I trusted him absolutely. And he knew me better than I knew myself. He knew what I needed; and I had complete faith in him, I knew; he might hurt me, but he will never harm me.

I felt his touch. This sensory deprivation had made my touch sensation extremely hypersensitive, since it was the only sense left with me now. I was trembling every moment. I could now do nothing. I could now only allow my body to react as it would to all that he did to me.

I felt his ways switchover from meticulous to animalistic. I felt his lips and teeth all over me, mouthing my body, every inch of it, licking me nibbling and biting me. He left a love bite on my neck, it hurt, and I screamed, but perhaps he never heard. He then began nibbling my breasts and biting my nipples. It was painful as well as pleasurable. I felt I was in some kind of a trance. I felt him move my thighs apart. Ecstasy! I felt his fingers between my pussy lips. I opened my legs further, in anticipation. I felt his fingers enter me, and rub the insides of my womanhood so sensually. I arched my back. I could feel my lust generate a lot of heat, squeezing his fingers. And suddenly, I felt an overwhelming wave of pleasure all over my body. I felt like I wasn't my own self for that time. I was an animal, a hungry animal, hungry for the pleasures of animalistic lust. And after the moment of ecstasy was over, I felt my body relax.

He had been watching me all throughout, enjoying every bit of my reaction, and every single bit of my helplessness. My breasts were rising and falling in a post orgasmic exhilaration. And then I felt the mask being removed. The gag and the ear plugs joined it.

"Are you ok?" I heard him whisper in my ear.

"Yes!" I said, with a huge grin on my lips. I was more than just ok, I felt like I was in heaven. I had just had the most wonderful orgasm of my life.

His touch was suddenly withdrawn. I couldn't feel him anywhere around me. I was still blindfolded. I grew anxious as I couldn't find him anywhere around me. I made whatever possible movements with my restrained hands and legs in a desperate attempt to feel him. There was no one sound to be heard. Did he leave?

With growing anxiety, I finally decided to break the silence. When I was about to speak, I felt his finger touch my lips. He was there! My lips suddenly held the finger between them. It was my way of showing affection and of telling him how much I wanted him. Soon enough, I felt his lips on mine, returning the affection. I felt loved.

With his lips still on mine, I felt him get on top of me again. He undid the blindfold and continued kiss me for another minute. He then raised his head and held my face in his hands and looked straight into my eyes. I could never dare to look at them, but this time I was ordered to. I looked at him and there was an eye contact. His eyes were beautiful, and they gleamed with confidence, authority, affection and lust, his gaze was so piercing, as it always was, accentuating the pleasure of submission, the pleasure to being owned by this man, the pleasure of being dominated by him, and of being used and abused for his pleasure.

I closed my eyes. I couldn't look into his eyes for long. He saw this, and he knew why.

"You want more, don't you? He asked, and I nodded hungrily.

I wasn't as inhibited this time. I could see, I could hear, I could speak, scream, and moan. I was going to enjoy it more this time, I knew it. I opened my legs in anticipation. He pounced on me again, giving the treatment I have been craving for. He was mouthing every inch of my skin, and digging his fingers deep into my flesh, as if he were a predator having his prey. His madness was contagious. I wanted to do the same to him, but my hands were restrained.

"Master, will you please untie my hands? I wanna touch you. Please" I begged.

"Alright," he said, "I will allow you to touch me." He winked and smiled. I was only surprised by the willingness with which he began to untie me. I could sense some sort of a mean trick here. It was nothing new for him to use my reactions against me, he did it almost all the time.

He said, "But remember; you are allowed to touch me only lightly. I don't want to feel the slightest amount of force or pressure. No grabbing and better mind your nails. If you disobey me, you will be punished."

Oh! I felt I was better tied up. This was a new kind of a torture now. Touch him "only lightly"? Hell! How was that even possible!

"Please...you know it is not possible. You are making me fight my reflexes! Please, you know, I can't, I am not in any position to have such a meticulous control over myself."

"Well," he said, "You said you wanted to touch me. Now I am letting you touch me. What is your problem?"

"No...please it is really difficult to withhold my desires. Please try to understand me...please"

"You know what," He said, "That is your problem and I really don't care"

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked rather angrily.

He reciprocated with anger. He grabbed me and pressed his thumb against the inner corner of my eye. It was hurting like hell! I screamed. "Since when did you develop this nasty habit of questioning me?" he said in a very stern voice "You know what, you are only making things worse for yourself."

"I am sorry" I squeaked. And he stopped hurting me after giving me a stern look.

And he continued eating me. He was nibbling my flesh, he was driving me mad. I wanted to do it all to him, and I wasn't even tied up anymore, but this only made it worse. When my hands were tied, the ropes would have helped me a lot in obeying his orders. Now I had to control myself, it wasn't easy, it really wasn't. A layer of sweat had covered me already, as I gently moved my trembling hand through his hair, and another one across his neck to his back. I hugged him, only lightly. The pleasure of being allowed to touch him was great; I only wished I could have him as I wanted.

His hands were crawling all over me and suddenly they crossed over below my waistline. Now it was going to be the real torture. He moved his hands across my hips backwards and suddenly grabbed my ass. And my hands over him grabbed him as a reflex reaction.

"Go easy" he said in a stern voice, "I will not warn you again."

I whimpered helplessly. I was in tears. I continued to touch him, struggling against my desires and my reflexes. It was terrible, but I didn't dare to say anything now.

He was playing with my pussy now and it was making me jerk. I took my hands off him and clasped the bed sheet instead. I was moaning desperately. I arched my back. He saw me so desperate but helpless, he smiled at my condition.

"Please..." I begged again and again.

"Granted!" he said finally.

He smiled at my defeat. He untied my legs. I was free from all bondage; all but I was still a slave to my lust. There was no more vigilance, just plain pleasure, and sweet surrender. And I was finally going to get that I have been craving for, begging for. No more words, only moans of pure pleasure. I saw lust in his eyes and I was honored. I felt his firm touches all over me, and then I was showered with kisses, licks and bites. I lay motionless, in total surrender. I let my body react in it's own way. He grabbed and squeezed every bit of my flesh, and multiple bite marks were evident on my skin. My pussy was pouring wet. I was ready to take his cock, I threw my legs open for him, to welcome him. He grabbed my hips and rammed his cock deep into me. My legs opened wider and I wrapped them around him. My eyes were closed tightly. My body jerked and shuddered with every thrust. I had feeble moans making their way out of my lips. My head was thrown backwards and I had his lips on my neck. I soon felt teeth, and I soon felt them moving lower, and lower. I grabbed his hair in one hand and was pressing him over myself with the other. My grip was speaking for itself, telling him how much I wanted him. He felt me cum and he grabbed me tightly as I surrendered to the waves of pleasure. Soon after, I felt him explode within me. My consciousness melted away and everything that was real faded into the background as we both were drowning in the ecstasy of that one beautiful moment.

We both lay motionless for a while, we both felt complete now.

He moved to lie down beside me, he held me in his strong arms, I was defiled but I was feeling beautiful. I was madly in love with him. His torments meant pleasure for me. I loved to be at his mercy.

I crawled deeper into his arms, and we kissed passionately. We spoke nothing, we didn't need to; there was silence punctuated by the sound of wind wheezing though the windows; it brought a wild fragrance along with it. And there was the moonlight pouring in through the slits of a closed window, kissing us as we fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Blue Bull

Innocent Ananya

(Deflowering the neighbor's young daughter.)

By: Babli5

Ananya was my neighbour's daughter. She was slender and pretty and so innocent. She called me Babli didi and looked up to me for being a girl who knew her mind. I was her role model as she had told me many times. She had just started junior college and I encouraged her efforts as much as I could.

Her body had me fascinated for some time now and I was continuously thinking about how to get her to open up to me so much that I could help myself to it. I dreamt about her. I constantly undressed her in my mind. My hands itched whenever she was near and like a bitch in heat I always started salivating and thinking about her virginity. My mind was like a fertile ground where images of her nakedness flashed every time I saw her. And then later in the privacy of my bed or the bathroom, I would furiously finger myself to explosive, satisfying orgasms while fantasizing about her. My fantasies were driving me to the edge. I was becoming more and more frustrated by my imaginings, desperate to see her uncovered, to touch her.

I decided I needed to have her.

It was a Thursday and Ananya had come home early when her parents were not at home. Their flat was locked and I saw her sitting on the landing step, casually looking through some magazine.

I walked up to her. "Ananya, what are you doing? Are you locked out?" I asked.

She looked up and a pretty smile came on her face. "Babli didi! Yes, my parents are not yet home and they have locked the door so I can't go in until they come back," she replied.

"So come into my flat. You can wait there instead of sitting outside like some beggar," I teased her.

She gathered up her bag and got up from the steps, following me into my house. She walked over to the sofa, put her belongings there and sat down.

"Do you want water?" I asked.

She nodded.

I went into the kitchen and poured two glasses of cold water. Bringing them out, I sat down beside her and offered it to her.

She drank greedily, gulping down most of the glass and then setting it on the coffee table. "Thank you, didi, I was so thirsty," she said, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

"Good then that I found you and rescued you." I smiled. "That I quenched your thirst." And I will quench my thirst too before long, I thought to myself.

She smiled at me.

"Ananya, I have wanted to talk to you for some time..." I began.

She looked at me expectantly, and then when I didn't continue, her curiosity got the better of her. "About what, didi?" she asked.

"Well, you are a pretty girl and your mother... she asked me to talk to you," I lied.

A wariness came into her eyes. She got the meaning of where I was going. All girls had this talk at some point in their lives. Usually it was their mothers but now I was talking to Ananya about it. She didn't suspect that her mother hadn't asked me to talk to her.

"So do you have a boyfriend?" I asked her.

Her eyes widened a bit and she ducked her head, her fingers nervously starting to play with the folds of her skirt. "No, didi," she muttered.

"Sure?" I asked.

"I promise, didi. There is nothing like that," she said in a reassuring voice, still looking down into her lap.

"Hmmm...." I looked at her downturned head for a few seconds. "So no boyfriends..."

She shook her head no.

"What about kissing?" I asked next.

"How can I kiss when I don't have a boyfriend?" she asked in return.

"Oh come on! You can kiss your girlfriends to see how it feels, right? Experimenting?"

Her eyes met mine, horrified. "No, didi! Nothing like that," she burst out.

"Okay, so you have not been kissed at all," I persisted.

"No, I promise."

We were silent for a minute.

"Don't you wonder what it's like?" I asked next.

"No..." she said in a small voice.

"No?"

"Didi, this is so embarrassing," she murmured.

I reached out a hand and caressed her shoulder. "You can tell me, Ananya. You can think of me as your friend. At least, it is better than to have this conversation with your mother, right?" I joked.

A small smile played around her lips.

"Do you ever feel ticklish in your stomach when you think about sex?" I asked.

I saw her swallow. She didn't say anything.

I moved closer to her on the sofa and lay my hand around her. My other hand clasped her nervous fingers in mine and I squeezed gently. "Ananya, think of me as a friend and tell me your feelings, okay?"

She nodded hesitantly.

"Do you think about sex?"

She nodded a yes.

I felt myself getting aroused.

"Do your nipples get hard?

She nodded yes.

"And do you touch them?"

She was silent and still as a statue.

"When they are hard and brush against your bra or against your blouse, does it send tingles through your body?"

"Didi..." she choked out.

"Are they hard now, Ananya?"

She just took a deep breath and shuddered.

Slowly, I started bringing my hand up to touch her chest.

She sank into the back of the sofa and almost stopped breathing.

"I am just confirming since you won't answer me," I said lightly and placed my hand on her breast.

I cupped her small breast in my palm and held my hand to her, not moving. Finally I was getting to do what I had done only in my hundreds of fantasies. I pressed my hand a little and Ananya's breath left her in an explosion. She started breathing in small gasps through her opened lips. I cupped my hand firmly on her breast and started pumping it like a blood pressure cuff in my hand. Ananya's hands went crazy clutching and unclutching bunches of her skirt. Her breath grew even more ragged and I could actually hear her heart fluttering in her chest like a little bird's.

"Don't be afraid," I whispered to her. "Every girl goes through this. Every girl does this. It is innocent, just experimenting. There is nothing wrong with it."

"What... what am I... why are you..." she stammered breathlessly and then stopped in confusion.

"Shhh," I soothed her. "Don't get nervous, Ananya. I am just showing you how nice it feels when your breasts are touched. Since you said you haven't done anything like this, I want you to know what it feels like," I said.

"But didi..." she began.

"Shhh. Don't talk," I commanded.

With that I turned her face towards me and leaned down to her desirable lips. Her unkissed lips. Considering the lust I had for her body, I controlled myself like a saint and just gave her a moist kiss on her closed lips. Then I pressed my lips against hers. Oh God! They were so soft. Like rose petals.

I started nibbling on her mouth as she just sat there and took my sweet assault. After what seemed like the longest time, I put my thumb on her chin and pulled it down. Her lower lip slid open and I inserted my tongue in a smooth motion. She gasped and tried to wriggle away but I was ready for her. I made soothing murmurs and kept on nibbling and sucking on her sweet lips. I kept inserting my tongue in her mouth and sweeping it about in the inner side of her lips.

She was still trying to pull away and I was getting impatient of the tight control I had of myself. I wanted her naked with her ripe body open to me in every way. My brain skittered to pictures of her lying wantonly with her legs open, presenting herself to me in the most intimate way possible.

Impatiently, I moved away from her lips and looked into her face. "Open your lips wide, Ananya," I ordered, my voice thick in its arousal.

But she bit her lower lip in nervousness. Her chest rose and fell with the wild way she was breathing.

I got distracted by her breasts and captured one of her small mounds again. "So soft," I murmured, squeezing her gently. "Tell me how I make you feel when I kiss you and touch you like this, Ananya," I whispered on a ragged breath.

She shook her head from side to side and I felt her nervousness increasing.

"Shhh. It's okay. You don't have to answer. It's okay." I soothed her in the voice I would use to calm a crying baby. Taking her lips up into a kiss again, I played with her breasts. My heart leapt as I found her hardened nipple. So she wasn't unaffected! I took up the hard nub between my thumb and fingers and started rolling it until I felt Ananya tremble.

"Yes. Feels good, doesn't it?" I said against her moist mouth. "Feels so good."

By this time, Ananya was half drugged by what was happening. She was nervous, no doubt about it, and maybe shocked too. But now I knew that what I was doing was affecting her body just the way mine had yearned for her for a long time. I was playing her vulnerable spots expertly.

It was time to move further and take this to a place where there was no coming back.

I started opening her button down shirt in the front.

At first she didn't know what I was doing, she was so drugged. But as soon as it penetrated her fogged brain, she started struggling.

I broke off from her and applied both my hands to the job. "Shh, Ananya. Don't struggle or the shirt will tear," I cautioned.

"Didi, no... please..." she kept struggling and trying to bat my hands away.

I looked her directly in the eyes and made my voice hard. "Ananya, stop struggling. If the shirt tears, then you will go disgraced back to your house. How will you tell them what happened if they ask? What if you father sees you in that condition?"

She stilled momentarily with the notion of the horrifying image I had painted.

That was all the time I needed. I had her unbuttoned to the waist, and slipped my hand in. I found the understrap of her bra and nimbly slid my hand under that too. Finally I was in contact with her naked breast! And it was the softest of flesh I had ever touched!

Her breast fitted into my hand completely and I started to knead her. My mouth found its way back to her sweet lips like a drug I couldn't let go off. She was now sitting docilely, all struggles ceased. I didn't know whether she was just in shock at what was happening or beginning to accept it or just too overcome with lust like I was at touching her naked flesh.

I was overflowing with pussy juice. I could feel myself slick and slippery down there. Even if I moved the slightest amount, I could feel my soggy panties wet with my cum sliding against me. It made me want to throw off my clothes and Ananya's too but I had to proceed slowly and not scare off this sweet little virgin.

"So soft," I murmured against her lips as I spread the ends of her shirt farther and exposed more of her. "Such a lovely, sweet girl," I whispered to her before bending my head and taking her now exposed breast into my mouth. I heard her take in a breath sharply as I closed my mouth over the nipple. I suckled ferociously, laving her nipple with my tongue every few sucks and fondling the rest of the softness with my hand. I snuck my hand down to her stomach then and slipped a middle finger into her navel.

She arched up with a moan at that and almost dislodged me from her breast.

I slid my hand out and moved back to kiss her open mouth. She was soft and pliant in my arms by now. Drugged to the point of no return and mine to do with as I wanted. I saw her half sitting, half lying on my sofa with her eyes closed and her mouth open in a sigh.

I captured that open rosebud mouth and moved to the next stage. Bunching her skirt in my hand, I exposed her creamy thighs. There was no resistance. She was far too gone now to struggle. I had no trouble adjusting her so that my hand could access her panty clad pussy. At my first brush at the apex of her legs, I felt her moan into my mouth.

I pressed my hand hard against her and felt her welcome moist softness. She was so warm and ready. Her panties were wet with eagerness and I felt myself release more juices at her open surrender. I had waited so long for it! Now it was mine. She was mine to take and do with as I wanted.

I lifted my head and looked at her supple body lying pliant in my arms, her clothes in disarray, her breasts open to my roving gaze. My hand was placed in her most private of places. I rubbed her intimately and saw her lips tremble in reaction.

My sweet beautiful, Ananya. My lovely virgin lying before me.

I spread her legs farther apart to gain greater access. My hands passed that final barrier between us. I slid her panties to one side and dipped my hand into her honeyed wetness. She was so wet! My fingers were instantly coated with her juices. I burrowed past her pussy lips and felt her centre. I probed her with one finger. So small. I pushed against her and felt her tense up a little. I withdrew my finger a bit and found her little nub with my thumb.

As soon as I brushed her hard little core, she rose against my hand.

"You like that?" I asked her softly.

I continued circling and rubbing her little clit with my thumb while my finger stayed at her entrance, ready. Her breath was coming in short gasps now and I felt her body tensing up with each strum of my thumb. I played her body like an instrument, seeing her breasts rising and falling rapidly with indrawn breaths and gasps as I finger fucked her. My virgin was splayed open in front of my eyes, getting fucked like I had always imagined in my dreams.

My strokes got faster and faster, and in tune with it, her breaths got more ragged. She kept rising herself to my hand, to better position her pelvis against my tormenting thumb. I flicked her clit as hard and as fast I could, increasing the tempo, rubbing into her as she thrust herself up into my hand. She was moaning and moving her head from side to side now and I felt her buck once, twice, then go completely still before whole body tremors ran down her entire length and she thrashed like a puppet on a string.

As her explosive orgasm ran through her, I knew my chance. I clasped her to myself and pushed my finger firmly inside of her. She let out a cry and her hand clamped down on my wrist as I thrust myself deeper into her.

"Babli didi... didi, no..." she gasped.

"Shhh... Ananya... sweet darling," I murmured into her ear. "It will be over in a minute."

She squirmed but her orgasm was still running through her and she did not have the strength to stop me from burying my finger up to its length inside of her virgin pussy. I milked her clit with my thumb as she rode her high, all the while my finger submerged in her tight warm softness.

She eventually wound down and came to rest with her face on my chest, her arm dbangd over my shoulder and her breath slowing down to normal.

"Ananya?" I said softly.

She didn't respond.

I slid my finger out a fraction and slid it in again.

I felt her breath catch.

"Does it hurt, sweetie?" I asked.

I felt a faint nod against my chest.

I moved my thumb which still rested against her clit a fraction of an inch.

This elicited a shiver.

"And this?" I asked.

She didn't respond.

I applied a tiny bit of pressure.

"Please..." she whispered, barely audible.

"Let me take it out, okay? It might hurt a little," I cautioned.

I felt her tense and pulled myself out as quickly as I could. My finger left her depths with a wet plop and I heard her let out a little mew.

I saw a few flecks of blood on my fingers mixed with her wetness when I inspected it. I had taken her virginity. I gathered her to me and hugged her to me like I would a small child. She pulled her legs close and sighed against my chest.

"You were so brave," I said, smoothing her hair back over her shoulders. "And so sweet, so soft." I caressed her back and then slipped my hand down to her round ass. I cupped her and pulled her towards me.

She in turn snuggled up and slid her arms around me.

We sat like that for a long time but eventually I could take it no longer. My mind had started complaining that I had her in my arms and I was just wasting the time.

I shifted a little and she raised herself off me, trying to pull away.

"Wait, Ananya. I have to inspect you," I said.

She shrank back. "What? How?"

"To see that I haven't hurt you."

She looked at me apprehensively.

"It's required," I said firmly as I took up her wrist. "Lie down here now."

I got up and pushed her down gently on one end of the sofa with her head resting on one arm and lifted her legs to lay them straight out in front of her. I lifted her skirt up to expose her and then pulled her panties down and off. When I started to arrange her legs, she held them closed.

"Ananya, I have to look," I said. "Please help me to make sure you are okay."

She grudgingly let me part her legs. I opened them as wide as I could. My first look at her would be magnificent. I took one of her legs and dbangd it over the back of the sofa and the other one I placed on the floor. She was spread open as far as she could be.

I drank in the sight of her naked pussy. I reached out and slowly parted her pussy lips. She was so delicate. As my fingers opened her up, I could see more flecks of blood stuck to her inner thighs, all the way to her centre, where she was bright red. I fingered her and she shifted uncomfortably.

"Ananya, there is some blood. I will have to clean it up," I told her.

"I can do it myself," she whispered, not meeting my eyes.

"No. I will do it," I said firmly. "Come with me."

I took hold of her wrist, got her up and walked her to the bathroom. I unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor. "Sit." I motioned towards the pot.

She slowly obliged. Her legs were close together as she sat.

I moved into a crouch and parted them. "Open your legs wide, Ananya. I need to see your pussy to wash it," I said soothingly.

I took a tumbler full of water and started washing her. With one hand I poured and with the other, rubbed her pussy of blood and her juices. It was the most intimate thing anyone could ever do and I felt like I could burst with my orgasm as I held my face before her and washed her soft folds. I kept pouring water and gliding my hand between her legs even when she was clean because I just felt like I couldn't stop.

Finally, I stopped pouring water and just held my hand against her pussy. "Pee," I commanded her.

Ananya looked shocked.

I caressed her folds. "Come on, pee," I urged her.

She bit her lip.

I kept caressing her gently, back and forth, and just when I thought that she wouldn't obey me, I felt warm urine wash over my hand. I kept rubbing my hand into her, almost purring with contentedness. When the last trickles dribbled down my hand, I again washed her thoroughly and led her into my bedroom.

"Let me dry you," I said, taking up a towel. I manoeuvred her into a squat and started rubbing the towel into her pussy. She took it for a minute before trying to move away. I let her.

"Lie on the bed," I directed.

"I... have to go home," she hedged.

"Ananya, I have to apply something on your pussy," I told her. "It was your first time and you are so delicate. It was rubbed raw. It is red like the flesh of a watermelon. I have to put ointment on it," I stated.

She reluctantly moved over to the bed and lay down. I again spread her legs as wide as I could and gazed at my fantasy. It was exactly as I imagined it. The combination of innocence and wantonness all in the young girl. I took up a tube of ointment and situated myself between her legs. Taking a liberal amount, I started spreading it on her. As my fingers kneaded the greasy liniment into her softness, I felt like seducing her all over again.

I looked at her young face with her eyes closed and her lashes against her flushed cheeks. Her shirt was still gaping open and her legs were laid open again to my ministering hands. This time I just couldn't wait to go the slow way and just slipped a finger into her immediately.

She inhaled sharply but didn't give any other indication of the intrusion. I started sliding my finger in and out of her in slow strokes. She lay still and pliant.

I felt the overwhelming need to throw my clothes off and stripped as quickly as I could out of my jeans and t-shirt. My underwear went flying and in record time, I was buck naked.

Ananya gave no indication that she was aware of my nakedness. She was just lying there with her eyes closed and legs open like I had left her. That was fine by me.

I resumed my position between her legs and inserted my finger into her again. This time, there wasn't any reaction. I slid my other hand down to my cunt and entered myself too. This time we would come together. I started pumping my hands in and out, increasing the rhythm hard and fast. I was so close and I knew I wanted release. Just seeing the virgin from my dreams laid out in front of me was enough to get me off but I tried to time myself so that I didn't come too fast. I timed our thrusts exactly so that my finger was plunging into her at the same time as I was driving into myself. My fingers were buried in wet pussies, making squelching noises as I drove in and out expertly.

I felt my pleasure building, rising, filling me and spilling over even as I tried to hold myself back. I couldn't. With a cry I buried my finger into Ananya as I convulsed around my other hand buried deep into me. My eyes locked on my hand inside her tight pussy as my tremors rocked me.

As I regained my breath, I saw that I was still in her. I pulled out my hand and spread her pussy lips open with my hands. Taking my cum, I spread it onto her cunt and rubbed it in. "Sweet girl," I whispered.

Then I lay down next to her and took her into my arms. She came willingly, cuddling into me. I slid my hand down between us and wriggled it between her legs, as she moved to let me. Cupping her warm pussy, I held her to me.

I smiled, contented. Ananya was mine.

Contd.....

Blue Bull · 04-01-2022, 07:14 PM

That night I waited impatiently for my parents to go out to the party they had planned to go to. I was dying to call Deepak. I knew I could call him from home itself; it was before the days of those maddening cellphones or caller ids. In those days, we could enjoy phone sex without thinking of the bad consequences of someone getting to know the phone number and landing up at our house. I miss those days so much!

That whole day I had been reliving the moments in the bus. I had had encounters in the bus before where someone had pressed against me and some people had even brushed their hands against my ass or my breasts, but nothing like this. Every time I thought about what happened in the bus that day, the bold way his hands had touched me, my pussy lips swelled and I could feel myself getting hot. I couldn't wait to talk to him on the phone.

It took a long time for my parents to get ready to go out but by eight o'clock, they had left and I was alone in the house. I immediately rushed to the phone and dialed the number that Deepak had given me.

It took two rings before some female picked up the phone.

"Is Deepak there?" I asked, wondering if he was allowed to get phone calls from girls at his house. Anyhow, if he didn't, it wasn't really my problem. He had given me the number himself.

She asked my name and I gave her a false name. I could hear the phone being kept back off the hook as she shouted for Deepak that he had a phone call. Ok, first hurdle crossed, I thought to myself. Apparently girls calling him was not a problem.

He came to the phone, picked it up and said, "Hello."

"I like your voice," I said, with a smile. And it was true. He had a deep, manly voice.

That made him pause for a moment. Then he asked, "Can I know who I am speaking to?"

"Such a proper way to ask," I teased him.

He chuckled on his end.

"I am from the bus today..." I said, waiting for him to acknowledge me.

"Oh."

I waited for a moment for him to add something but the silence built into an awkward moment.

"Is that all you can say?" I asked.

"No, no. Wait. I am moving the phone away into another room so I can talk," he said.

I could hear soft noises of shuffling and then a wooden door closing and the bolt being shut. I couldn't resist teasing him some more.

"Why are you moving away? We can talk anywhere, no?" I asked mischievously.

"Of course," he replied, a smile in his voice, "But I am hoping there will be need for privacy with the things I want to tell you."

"Privacy? Are you going to be indecent with me, Deepak?" I asked.

He waited for a moment without replying.

"I was already indecent with you this afternoon."

That stopped me short. I took a deep breath and was conscious of the lengthening silence between us. He was waiting for my reply to his obvious start to the conversation that we were meant to be having. I plunged in.

"Yes... and it was nice."

"Just nice?" he asked.

"Ok, more than nice," I replied.

He sighed. "It was heavenly..."

I felt my pussy start releasing its juices. I had been in a high state of arousal all that evening anyway, reliving the things that happened in the bus that day. And his voice and the fact that I was actually talking to him about it made me hot.

"What is your name?" he asked suddenly. "You know my name so it's only fair that I know yours," he said.

"Babli," I said, giving him my nickname. I was not so stupid as to give him my real name.

"Babli, that's a nice name," he said. "It suits you."

"How?" I asked.

"It is very feminine. And you are very small. I mean, short and sweet, just like your name."

I didn't like people referring to my height, especially when they called me short or small. I was a little short but I thought it made me cute. And anyway, he had no business calling me short as I was the perfect height for him to have ground his cock into me from behind. I felt snubbed.

"You think I am short?" I asked him a little testily.

He backpedaled fast. "No, no. Not like that. I think you're the perfect height. I just thought your name is cute like you."

That was better. I liked being called cute.

"It was really thoughtful of you to give me your number," I said. "I didn't think you would think to do that and write it and hold it out of the window so fast."

He laughed. "Yes. I just didn't want you to go away without giving you a chance to contact me, you know? So I just asked pen and paper from an uncle standing next to me and wrote it out. It was just luck that the uncle had it and I thought of it, otherwise I would have lost you," he confessed.

"Yes. It was just luck," I answered back.

I was not referring to just the phone number anymore. I thought it was luck that I happened to meet him in the bus that day when I was really horny and needed someone. I had gone into the bus with the express purpose of pressing against someone, but I hadn't thought that my wish would come true in such a wonderful manner. It was truly luck.

Maybe Deepak understood what I was referring to.

"Yes, it was luck," he said, echoing me in a soft voice.

I was tired of this random talk. I wanted to get to the real reason I had called him but didn't know how to steer the conversation to sex talk. I really wanted to talk to him dirty.

Again he seemed to sense my thoughts.

"You are a daring girl," he said.

I smiled. "Yes, but you are daring also," I commented.

"True. It was a really full bus and people could have caught us, but when I knew that you were allowing me to touch you, I really couldn't stop myself," he admitted.

"I know," I said. "When did you know that it was ok to touch me?"

"I don't know... I started by touching you lightly. I knew I could blame it on the motion of the bus and say sorry if you turned out to be one of those prudish girls. But as I kept brushing your behind, you didn't say anything," he said.

"Yes, I liked it. I had actually got into that crowded bus just because I wanted someone to press against me," I confessed.

"Really?" he asked.

"Really," I said.

"Oof, I have never met a girl like you," he said and I could hear him sigh.

"And then? When you kept brushing me? Then what?" I prompted.

"And then I think you pushed back towards my hand slightly? Or maybe I got more bolder and touched you in a way that couldn't be blamed on the motion of the bus anymore. Anyway, before I knew it, I was pressing myself into you."

"Yes, I could feel you... hard... against me," I said.

This pronouncement was met with a silence.

I swallowed out of nervousness and continued.

"It felt so good having a hard thing pressing into my soft ass," I whispered.

I could hear his indrawn breath on the other side of the line.

"What are you wearing?" he suddenly asked.

"The same thing I was wearing in the bus today," I answered. "I haven't taken it off yet."

"That means you are still...."

"Yes. In the same clothes."

"No, I meant, you are still wearing the same panties also?"

"Yes."

Deepak took a deep breath.

"What are you wearing?" I asked him.

"I changed to a ganji and track bottoms as soon as I came home," he replied. "More comfortable."

"Ah ok."

"Did you think about me?" he asked next.

"Yes," I told him. In fact, I couldn't get my mind off him the whole time. I kept thinking of everything that had happened.

"What did you think?" he asked.

"Just... about what we did," I replied, coyly.

He was having none of it. "What specifically?" he asked.

I took up where we had left off.

"When you touched my breast and pressed it, it felt so good," I murmured.

"It was so soft," he whispered back.

His voice was starting to get a little breathless. Mine was too.

"And when your big rough hand squeezed my breast, I could hardly contain my sigh of pleasure."

"Me too. I was so close to moaning into your hair or your neck, but I had to grit my teeth all the time I was touching you everywhere because it was such a crowded bus.... My God, every time I think about it, it seems like a miracle."

"Yes, I know. Especially when you tried to put your hand inside my salwar. I wonder if anybody has touched to that extent in a bus," I said.

"I don't know about anybody else, but I have," he said mischievously.

I giggled.

"Tell me more," he begged. "About how you felt."

"Only on one condition," I told him. I wanted something out of this conversation.

"What?" he asked immediately.

"I want you to touch yourself as we talk," I said.

"I am already doing that, Babli," was his tortured groan.

I smiled to myself. It was time to do the same then. I settled a little comfortably on the sofa I was sitting on and spread my legs, putting my hand between them, over my salwar. I cupped my pussy as he had done earlier in the day.

"What are you doing?" he asked, trying to interpret the sudden silence.

"Doing what I asked you to do," I whispered.

"Where? Where are you touching yourself?"

"Where your hand was in the bus," I replied.

"On your breast?"

I realized he had touched me in a lot of places. I had to be specific.

"No, in the end, when you were touching me... between my legs."

"Ah. There. God, yes. I am so grateful that you allowed me to touch you there. It gave me a good grip on you to hold as I was moving against you."

"It felt great," I replied, "especially when you were squeezing me down there."

I made my hand replicate his motions of earlier that day as I remembered him doing that. I squeezed and released my pussy, the same way he had done as he thrust his hard cock into my round ass from behind me. The only thing missing now was the hard thrusting. I opened my legs a little more, laying my thighs well apart shamelessly as I thought back and squeezed my oozing pussy. My juices had really started leaking now and I could feel myself getting wet through the two layers of my panties and my salwar.

"It felt great for me too. Tell me," he said softly, "did you really feel my hardness pressing you?"

"Yes," I breathed. "I could feel your cock directly on my ass. Sometimes on one of the cheeks, sometimes in the crack between the two cheeks."

A soft moan was my answer to this revelation.

"I could feel the outline of it clearly," I said. "What were you wearing? Jeans?"

"Yes," he said. His voice had become heavy with arousal now.

"Hmm... maybe your zip was also part of the hardness then," I said. "Jeans are great for rubbing against."

"Accha? How many jeans have you rubbed against?" he asked.

"Oh, a few," I replied nonchalantly. "I told you that was the purpose of my boarding the bus today. I have done it a few times before...or maybe I should say have it done to me. It's always quite good, especially when I was in the mood I was in today. But today you made it extra special. No one had touched me the way you did."

"What was your mood today?" he asked.

"Horny," I replied simply.

"Ah, God. You are quite a girl," he said in a tortured voice.

I decided to check up on him.

"Are you touching yourself?"

"Yes, I told you I am," he replied.

"Good. Me too. Wait, let me get this salwar loose," I said. In the silence following that, I loosened the tie of my salwar and slipped my hand inside. I moved the hand over my panty first, but then finding it absolutely soaked, decided to move inside, directly to my pussy.

There was heavy breathing on both sides as I was doing this. I decided to move the temperature up a bit.

"I have my hand where you didn't touch me," I said into the receiver.

"Where?" he asked immediately.

"Where you were struggling to put your hand, but it wouldn't go."

"Inside your salwar?" he asked.

I nodded, before realizing I was on the phone. "Yes," I said out loud. "And inside my panties too," I added for good measure.

He groaned again.

"Where are you touching yourself?" I asked.

"Inside my bottoms too. I have my cock in my hand," he replied.

I swallowed and ran my finger into my slippery gash, between my pussy lips.

"Are you rubbing it?" I asked.

"Yes. In slow movements. What about you?"

"I have my middle finger between my pussy lips now," I whispered.

"Oh God. That makes me so hard," he said. "You are such a great girl."

"I am so wet and slippery down there."

"Yes, I can imagine. I could feel you hot and wet even when I was cupping your pussy in the bus. It was so apparent, even through the salwar and panties."

"Yes, when I get aroused, I really start to get so drippingly wet," I said. "Tell me what you are doing now."

"I have my cock in my fist and I am stroking my hard cock."

"Oh God, yes. Does it feel good?"

"It's the best feeling in the world. Especially with you whispering into my ear about what you are doing."

I agreed. It was something else. He was great to have phone sex with. He was not shy and not intimidated by my forwardness. But I had expected that, with the tone already set by what I had let him do to me in the bus. That's why I was so desperate to talk to him.

"You know I have my legs spread wide to touch myself. I am sorry I couldn't spread them more in the bus... there was no space."

"I know," he said in a strangled voice. "There were so many people around. But it was okay. I got my hand between your legs to your pussy anyway, didn't I?"

"Yes."

"And I squeezed your pussy so hard. That felt so satisfying, squeezing your boobs and pussy. Did it hurt?"

"A little but it was a nice hurt," I replied. "Especially with the boobs. Once when you pinched my nipples so brutally, I almost shouted."

I cradled the phone with my ear and shoulder and moved my second hand to my boobs, replicating the vicious pinch he had executed earlier. I took my engorged nipple between my thumb and fingers and pinched and pulled savagely. The fingers between my legs were already moving back and forth on my clit.

"Mmm... yes. You have beautiful, round boobs," he said. "So big, especially for your frame. And your nipples, they were like little hard bullets. I didn't want to hurt you by pinching but they were scbanging hard against my palm and I was so mad with trying to touch and squeeze your soft boobs and when you tried to remove my hand, I was mad with desire and took them between my fingers and pinched."

"I was afraid someone would see..." I whispered. "That's why I tried to remove your hand. Even though I didn't want you to...."

"Yes, I understood it later. But in the heat of the moment, I wanted to keep touching your boobs. I was going to put both hands on them from behind and hold you with both of them squeezed in my hands while pressing into your ass, but you took hold of my hand and moved it."

"I am sorry, I didn't want to. I just thought someone would see your hand touching my boob like that," I repeated.

He sighed. "Yes, I know. But it was ok. I got to touch your pussy. Maybe if you hadn't removed my hand from you boob, I wouldn't have tried to find an alternate place."

I giggled. "True. You know what I really wanted? For you to put your hand inside my salwar and my panties, like I am doing now," I said.

I was gently stroking my middle finger back and forth against my clit by then. I was aroused almost to overwhelming levels and I knew it wouldn't be long before I would cum.

"Tell me what you are doing," I said.

"Stroking my hard cock, up and down, inside my fist. You know what I really want now? I want this to be your hand that is pumping my cock."

"I thought about reaching behind me this afternoon in the bus, but then thought that people could make out what we were doing, so didn't. I didn't want to stop what was going on by getting caught. But I wanted to reach my hand back and touch your directly on your hardness. And caress it and squeeze it, like you were rubbing and squeezing my pussy."

"Oh, God," he groaned. "I am so hard right now, Babli."

"And I am so wet and slippery. I am rubbing my finger harder and faster now. I want you to rub yourself faster too, Deepak. I want you to finish with me, ok?"

"Ok," he croaked out.

For a while there were just sounds of heavy breathing as we both concentrated on our ends. I flicked my finger back and forth crazily, applying pressure. I closed my eyes and pictured him sitting on a sofa too, his hand disappearing into his track suit bottoms and the front of his bottoms moving wildly as he pumped himself with his hand around his hard cock.

"Pump it harder, Deepak," I moaned into the receiver.

I could hear his soft groans now as he did what I asked him. My own hands reached a feverish pace and I lifted my hips and ground my clit into my finger and I rubbed it up and down, knowing I was close to my orgasm.

"Ahh... God, I am so close... are you getting close too?" I asked between breathless gasps.

"Yeah," he replied, elongating that one syllable into a long groan.

"Good boy," I said. "I am rubbing myself so hard, Deepak. I wish this was your hand inside my panties, rubbing my clit. It's throbbing so bad, oh God!" I rambled incoherently.

My answer was just gasps and moans from the other side.

"I have my eyes closed and I am seeing you working your hand up and down your hard cock... feels so good... my hand should be there and your hand should be dipping into my wet pussy... Oh God... this is heavenly..." I continued rambling on with whatever came into my head. I barely knew what I was saying.

Suddenly I could hear a difference in the noises coming from the other end. His moans had changed to a single long tone and I imagined him squeezing his cock, on the edge of orgasm.

That was all I needed.

My finger tripped over my hard clit a couple of times and I felt myself go over the edge. I also let out a large moan as my orgasm shook me from the depth of my belly and between my legs. My pussy spasmed and shuddered in my hand as I pressed down on my clit, milking my clit as I imagined Deepak was milking his cock. I felt my hand sticky with my juices the same I knew his cum had poured all over his fist inside his track suit bottoms. We both were sticky and sated with our orgasms.

I could feel him winding down by his breath on the phone. His breathing had evened out a bit, even though he was still gasping a little.

"Babli..." he said faintly.

"Was it good?" I asked, my own voice scratchy from the breathless state it was in.

"It was the best," he answered, with a sigh.

"Mine was the second best for today," I whispered.

He groaned.

"Please meet me again," he begged.

I didn't want him to do that. I didn't want to go on this track after we had just finished masturbating to each other on the phone, with my finger still buried in my sopping wet pussy and his hand presumable still around his now soft cock. It was not a suitable end to our phone sex.

I whispered, "I will call you again... later."

And carefully dropped the receiver back into its cradle on the phone.

I had plans for Deepak and how we could take the mutual sex further, but now was not the time or place to execute those plans. I would definitely meet him, but on my terms and my time. I would call him back soon...

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Blue Bull

50 Shades of Sonia

(Sonia has dark desires but will she submit...)

By: Mohan Singh

Sonia:

The world was a fast changing place and I knew the importance of a successful image. At the age of 27 I had created a successful online brand for myself. My personal brand was as important as my business brand. My father was a renowned businessman and I tried to distance myself from him as I forged my own path. I had a fire in my belly and a need to prove myself. I was the first born in the family but my father wanted a son. He arrived two years later, my younger brother. Throughout my life my achievements always paled into insignificance when compared to my brother. I won medals and trophies but my brother was lauded for the simplest of achievements. A distance grew with my parents as I felt no matter what my achievement it was not good enough.

My father had always groomed my brother to take over the family business empire and I was almost relieved to be able to find my own path to success to know it was due to my own intellect and innovation. No matter what my public image the anxieties and doubts were hard to hide from myself. As I built a brand I relied on marketing experts to run my social media accounts and my real personal life was hidden from the public.

I had begun dating Russell 12 months ago in a "whirlwind" romance. We met while I was on holiday in the Caribbean last summer. Russell was the CEO of a fortune 500 company and he looked like he walked straight off a runway. He would be considered the ideal man for most women but all I saw was the potential for my online brand. He pulled out all the stops to charm me and after a little resistance I gave in. He was ideal for the photo opportunities and the projection of a successful business and personal life but soon it was hard to hide the emptiness of the relationship.

Sex was an obligation once a month and Russell was obsessed with contraception. He always wore a condom and I once found him filling our used condom with water to check it had no holes. He always made me take the pill even though he was wearing a condom, his obsession with contraception was bordering on the insane. I never took the pill and I only ever took it in my teen years to regulate my periods. I hated the idea of a man trying to control me in such a way. I was no one's property and I was never going to belong to a man or be controlled by a man. But for my brand why else would I be with a man like this?

***

Jag:

21 was a big year for me as it was the year I graduated from University after successfully completing my qualification in computing but there was bitterness as soon after my graduation my father became gravely ill and suffered from a stroke. I had a job at a leading company but my family priorities took over. I had to take over the family business from my father and I felt the sacrifice was necessary. I did not want my skills to go to waste and I used them to bring the business into the 21st century. My father had been a jeweller and I worked in the family business from an early age but in this new age it was about image and tried to utilise social media to my advantage. Our small store began to gain some attention and I was proud of our achievements.

The likes of Sonia Patel were leading the field in this respect and she was an inspiration to me to have a built a successful brand but every time she posted a picture I felt I could see an emptiness behind her eyes. I could not believe she was dating a tool such as Russell Cooper. He was the epitome of privilege. Their relationship seemed the typical social media driven fake relationship.

At the age of 30 I wanted to settle down but I could not find someone that appealed to me. A lot of the girls that I met wanted someone that would take care of them without any ambitions of their own. They just did not appeal to me on an intellectual level. Most successful career women would not consider me as suitable as I did not have a career of my own. Despite the fact that I ran a successful jewellery business they wanted someone that worked in the city. I wanted what I could not have.

I was less involved in the sales side of the business and I was usually found in the back while the sales girls were front of house. It was a quiet Tuesday morning when one of the sales girls called me out, "Sir, we have a customer that wants to have a look at the premier collection of engagement rings."

It was around 3 months earlier that I had to take extra precautions about displaying these rings after we had an attempted robbery. It was a snatch and grab and luckily the sales girl had her wits about her and was able to lock the door before the assailant was able to leave but as a precaution I asked to be called on to the shop floor when the items were out.

I came out with the intention of letting the sales girl continue to make her sale but that is when I saw her, I was struck for a second but then instinct took over as I held the sales girl back and said, "I will handle this."

***

Sonia:

I had to push Russell into taking the next step in the relationship but he was reluctant and deep down I felt he saw me as a holding piece until something better came along. We had a blazing row as I brought up the question of marriage. We had been dating for 12 months and I wanted that next step before I waste anymore time.

Deep down I did not want the wedding or relationship with Russell but what I really wanted was the social media points an engagement and big glamorous wedding bring.

He stormed out after our row but text me a few minutes later, "Just buy the bloody ring yourself. You are never happy with my decisions anyway."

Here I was at a specialist jeweler. My good friend Divya had recommended as they had unique designs. I always wanted the next best or one of a kind thing. I had to be unique or a trendsetter. It was the influencer's life.

The sales lady had said she needed to speak to the manager when I asked to see their collection. Now a man was walking towards me. I was immediately struck by his confident look and smile. His smile had a way of disarming me.

He brought over a collection of rings, "Hello there young lady. I understand you want to see our premium collection. It starts off at $80,000."

I did not like the way he said young lady. It was patronizing and it annoyed me. I snapped back, "Well your selection maybe a little cheap as I was looking to spend twice that."

He leaned back and nodded, "Ok. Ok. I am sorry I did not mean anything by it. My name is Jag. Let me show you the collection."

I hated the condescending tone of men when it came to money. He showed me the collection and I loved the exquisite designs. He made the usual promises that they were one of a kind and every design was unique. He also said he would be able to customise any ring to my specification.

It was when he held my finger to assess the size and suitability that I felt chills over my body. There was a sensuality to the way we touched but I ignored it.

I was going through my specifications when he said, "You look very familiar. Who did you say recommended you?"

I hated being seen by fans or followers but it seemed like he would not be familiar with my online personality, "A friend of mine recommended this place. Divya Kapoor".

He had a wry smile on his face, "Oh yes. I remember her well. Her fiancé was going to pay twice the price for an inferior product before she came here. It takes an empowered woman to know what she wants and not wait for a man to buy the wrong ring."

I laughed and thought he could not be any more wrong, my man had to be forced into the idea of engagement and then wanted me to buy the ring, "I am not as empowered as I look or the ring would have been on my finger long ago."

I found myself revealing too much but I found the conversation with him so easy that my mask was slipping, "Only a fool would not have you tied down by now."

I though "tied down" was an odd phrase but I let it be and finalised the designs before leaving. It was going to be a 2 week wait for the ring.

As the week progressed I thought about my conversation with Jag and I wondered why I was not getting the commitment from Russell that I needed. It was our date night and he had booked a meal at an upscale restaurant. We had date night once a month as we both had busy schedules and rarely saw each other. It was a pleasant enough evening over food and I liked the ambiance of the restaurant. I was having a glass of wine, it was my third glass of the evening and I always felt my inhibitions loosen after 2 or more. Our date night always ended in sex and I was eager to get back to my apartment to fuck. I began stroking his thigh as a signal to get out of here. He leaned over and whispered, "Have you been taking the pill?" He was really killing my mood and my annoyance was building up at his obsession with contraception, "No babe. We are engaged now and I want to be ready for our honeymoon. You can wear a condom tonight."

He pushed me away as he aggressively whispered, "Are you fucking serious? You cannot rely on condoms and we are never having kids. I do not want to be married to some fat housewife." I was shocked and shaken by his outburst. He tried to keep his voice down but the tables around us were aware of what happened before he stormed out.

It was an exclusive restaurant and it was a relief to know that this exchange would not leave the restaurant. I kept my composure and left the restaurant shortly after. Once I was home I was able to let my guard down and I broke down my anxieties and doubts all coming to the surface. How could I be with someone that only liked the idea of me? A thin successful business woman? If I was fat, would I be a different person? I wanted to be loved for who I was.

My emotions were everywhere and as I got into bed I thought back to my exchange with Jag. He was able to get through to the real me beyond the image that I cultivated for myself.

I was feeling hot that night. It had been a month since I last had sex and I would have to wait another month before I was able to see Russell again but in my current mood I did not want to see him or have sex with him. I hated masturbating but my body was feeling hot and I wanted to relieve the tension in my body.

I began to gently caress my vagina lips over my panties as I felt my body burn up with desire. But my mind could only picture Jag and the more I thought about him the hornier I felt. My panties were already wet and I had a hand under my t shirt gently rolling my nipple as I felt it become erect between my fingers.

My breathing was becoming shallow as I began to moan, "Oh God. Yes. Fuck."

I slid my hand inside my panties as I inserted two fingers inside me and continued to rub my clit with my palm. I was so wet and hot. My body was writhing as I felt myself hitting my pleasure points. I needed this so much.

I could feel my orgasm coming and I began to finger fuck myself harder as the sounds of wet pussy squelching filled the room. I pinched my nipple and that pushed me over the edge as I came in a convulsing orgasm. I could not believe I came thinking of some Jewellery Store owner. I would not be seen dead with a man like that.

***

Jag:

I was finalising the design for the ring but there was something that I could not get out of my mind. I did not want her to think I knew who she was as it would have created a power dynamic immediately. I treated her like any other customer and it seemed to work as she seemed more down to earth and her mask was beginning to slip about her perfect relationship.

I called Divya to thank her for the recommendation and she was as kind as ever to say that we had given her a first class service and she could not have asked for more. She told me about Sonia and how she can be a difficult person to deal with if you did not know her.

It took 2 weeks for the ring to be completed and I sent a message to Sonia to let her know it had arrived. She called me to say her flight would be landing late and if she could pick it up after 8.00pm. Our usual closing time was 6.00pm but I told her not to worry and I would wait for her to arrive.

I was in the back working through invoices when I heard the door buzz. I buzzed her in, "I have the ring in the back. You might as well come through to the office."

I liked to keep the office clean and tastefully decorated. I had two art pieces on either wall that I picked up from a local gallery. I kept the furniture simple, desk, executive chair and a sofa for guests.

She followed me in as I remarked, "You are getting the premier experience. Not many customers get to see the office."

She laughed and I felt an ease between us. I motioned for her to sit on the sofa and I brought over the box. I could sense she was giddy as she said, "Wow. It is really here."

She opened the box and took out the ring inspecting the shape and running her fingers over it. She looked so elegant and sexy I could not take my eyes off her. I asked, "Here. Let me take that. I need to see that we have the measurements right."

She handed me the ring and I held her hand as I began to run my thumb over her ring finger there was a connection between us as our eyes locked. I slowly slid the ring on her finger and she was lost for a moment before she seemed to shake her head and come to her senses. She lifted her hand in front of the love and marvelled in the sparkle.

She said, "It is so beautiful." I muttered, "You are so beautiful." After a few minutes she took the ring off and was about to leave when I said, "I have some champagne in the back. Why don't we toast to a beautiful ring?"

She reluctantly agreed and I brought out the champagne and some glasses. She was more relaxed once she had her first sip of champagne and we eased into conversation. I asked, "Your future husband is so lucky. Why is he not helping you pick the ring?"

The alcohol seemed to loosen her, "Perhaps he does not feel as lucky as he should."

I held her hand as I said, "Only a fool would not worship at your feet. Divya tells me you started a business from nothing and you are beautiful beyond compare."

I topped up her glass, "You don't know me. I worked hard to build my brand and my business. But all people see are my stick thin figure and my daddy's millions."

I looked at her quizzically, "Online brand? Daddy's millions? Stick thin? All I intended was that from what Divya told me you had worked hard to be where you are. Your business is successful from what I have seen and heard. You are beautiful regardless of being thin. You have an elegance and confidence about you and I admire that. Your fiancé must think this for him to be wanting to marry you."

***

Sonia:

The problem was that my fiancé did not think any of this, he only wanted the stick thin model type girlfriend on his arm and I deserved so much more but I never seemed to be good enough for my family or fiancé and here was a stranger telling me that I am 'worthy of worship'. It was the ultimate compliment but if I truly was then why did no one else see it.

We continued to talk and I did not know if I was on my second or third glass but I was feeling more comfortable than I should have been. My mind kept going back to his comment of being worthy of worship so I asked, "Do you really think I am worthy of worship?" He looked at me slightly confused and I felt foolish asking as he did not seem to recall making the comment. I turned to leave feeling foolish when he held my arm and said, "Yes. I do. You are an amazing woman."

I sat back down relaxing a little, "Do you really mean that?"

He nodded his head but there was an authenticity behind it and I asked, "What if I asked you to prove it?"

He looked me in eyes and said, "Anything."

I did not know where this thought came from but I unstrapped my high heeled shoes and said, "Worship me."

I had never done anything this bold or reckless before but it was as though my unsatisfactory relationship and sex life was driving me to take these steps. I felt a nervousness as he seemed to hesitate and I thought was he going to make a fool of me. Was he filming this?

But then he dropped to his knees before me and began to run his hands over my feet and I felt a sensuality run through me as I ordered, "Kiss my feet. Worship them."

Without hesitation he brought my feet to his mouth and began to kiss them. I felt an exhilaration through my body as he began to suck on my toes without instruction.

I lifted my dress to my thighs inadvertently giving him an up skirting opportunity or did I want him to look and would I be disappointed if he did not look. He began to kiss up my feet and ran his hands behind my calves. I loved this attention from a man. My arousal was building and we had not done anything sexual. I could sense how moist I was becoming and I wondered if he noticed. He was certainly throwing glances between my legs but was my dampness evident on black lace panties. I bit my lip threw my head back as I felt the sensuality grow within me.

I looked down at his eager eyes and I hooked two fingers into side of my panties and pushed them to the side as I heard myself say, "Worship me here."

He raised himself up between my legs roughly holding my thigh and making space for his head between my legs. He began to bite the inside of my thighs and I nibbled my lip as I felt the build-up. I could not help myself and I put my hands in his hair directing him between my legs. I needed this more than anything, "Yes. Worship me. Adore me."

He licked and sucked on my lips as he licked the wetness between my lips. He then used his fingers to spread my lips and direct his attention to my clit. It caused me to involuntarily push forward against his tongue but he seemed to enjoy this and he deliberately kept teasing my clit as I wanted more direct attention.

He was running circles around my clit with his tongue and it was driving me crazy, "I am so close. Please. Worship me. Oh fucking god just worship me."

I clamped my legs around his head as I felt ever closer and then I came so hard tightening my hands in his hair almost pulling it out and clamping my legs around his head as I loudly moaned, "Worship me. Oh. Love me. I love you."

Almost unaware of what I had said and only once I came to my senses had I realised what I had done. Before he could catch his breath I apologised and quickly made my way out. How could I be so foolish? What if he told someone or spread rumors about me?

It was a few days later when I saw Russell and I felt guilty about what happened at the jewellery store. I had cheated on him but our relationship was already on thin ice and this would only complicate it further. We had the engagement pictures and it was important for both of our images to present a successful relationship.

We had arranged a professional photographer and for my post I had concocted a story about how Russell surprised me with a proposal in a horse and carriage ride at the park when the truth could not be further from this. Russell to his credit knew the importance of our public image to let our disagreement from the other night get in the way of it. It was a hit on social media and went viral as expected.

The reality was that my only real orgasm in the last 6 months came via the tongue of a jeweler. I hated that I lived a lie but this was my life now.

***

Jag:

I saw the pictures online and I was infuriated. She was telling me she loved me but she was now posting pictures of her engagement to someone she did not love. I read the post and the whole story was a complete fabrication as I knew he did not select the ring and it was not a surprise proposal by any stretch of the imagination.

It just infuriated me that she could live a lie. I sent her message:-

"We need to talk. Call me."

Her response was unbelievable:-

"Do not call or message me. Delete this number or I will report you for harassment."

Contd....

Blue Bull

I could not believe this bitch:-

"You pushed me to do this. I will tell Russell the truth. I have evidence. Meet me tomorrow at Giovanni's at 8.00pm. I just want to talk."

She did not reply to my message but knowing her need for control she would be there.

***

Sonia:

My one indiscretion was going to cost me dearly. I needed to get him to back off before he ruined everything I had worked for.

I went back and forth on whether to meet him. If I ignored him he could do something reckless. If I met him could I make things worse? He had a way of disarming me and I felt a real attraction towards him.

It was only in the morning that I relented and agreed to meet him. I just needed to know he would not do anything reckless.

I saw him sat in a booth the far end of the restaurant. It was not my usual fine dining experience. It was small family restaurant in one of the worse off parts of town but I had to just get through it. I sat down making my annoyance felt but he immediately hit me with his charming smile and I felt myself soften but I was not going to let him and I sternly said, "You need to back off. I am now engaged."

The waitress interrupted us, "How are you this evening? Can I get you something to drink?"

Jag made her feel at ease despite the tension in the air, "We are doing well. Thank you. I will have a coke."

I asked for a cocktail but in hindsight this may not have been smartest choice. I never made good decisions when I had a drink.

Once the waitress left he said, "The problem is you don't love him and he does not love you. You deserve to be happy. Who cares what people think?"

I huffed knowing he was speaking the truth but unable to admit. I excused myself to go to the bathroom to clear my head. I needed to stick to my guns and get him to back. The drinks seemed to have arrived as I could see Jag having a sip of his drink. I steadied myself, "Jag if you really care about me you would leave me go live my life. Even if it is a mistake or a lie. It is my mistake to make."

He leaner back in his seat almost visibly taking my words in, "You are right. It is your life. Just enjoy this meal with me and I will never contact you again."

I felt a lot of my anxieties wash away as I heard this and I began to relax. Jag opened up the menu said, "You need to try the [b]lasagne. It is this specialty."[/b]

I laughed and said, "Do you know how many calories will be in that? I will stick to the salad."

He raised his hands with his finger and thumb touching and he did a mock Italian accent, "Eh come on. You cannot go to an Italian and eat the salad."

I laughed out loud at this politically incorrect joke. I was a social media star but I could never keep up with the latest outrage. An Indian man doing an Italian accent. Was this racist or cultural appropriation? I guess with someone you could trust it was just some fun. It felt nice to be free from the judgement of the world.

We ordered the lasagne and I had to admit that I was feeling more drunk than usual and I asked him, "What do they put in these things?"

He laughed, "I think it is time for another round."

He signaled for the waitress to come over. He ordered a sex on the beach and I ordered a screwdriver and we both giggled at the sexual innuendo in the drinks. The waitress gave us an odd look.

We had migrated to the center of the booth and were sat next to each other. The restaurant was quiet and we had a lot of privacy in our corner booth. It created an intimate atmosphere between us and I felt myself being a lot more relaxed and comfortable.

I took a sip of my drink and the alcohol content was still stronger than I expected. I asked him, "I am telling you this drink is so strong. What about yours?"

He offered the glass to me. I took a sip of his and it was really strong also. It then occurred to me that I had never shared a drink with a man but I was so at ease here. He laughed at my reaction, "I guess they make them differently here. Talking of sex on the beach. Where is the most risky place you have had sex?"

I would never be this honest usually but I was a little more drink than usual, "Oh God. This does not leave here. When I was in my 20's I gave a blowjob at the back of a lecture theater. But I am a lot more boring now. Tell me about you?"

He laughed, "You have to tell me more about this blowjob someday. This is going to make me sound like a terrible human. Well I was 20 and I had gone over to a friend's house. We had known each other most of our lives. He was in the shower and his mother invited me into the kitchen. Well one thing led to another."

She fell into fit of giggles, "One thing led to another never led to anything good. I cannot believe you did that to your friend."

He seemed apologetic, "Well I was a young man and I was seduced more than anything else."

She giggled, "I doubt the 10 minute shower is enough for it to be called a seduction."

He was looking at me oddly and I asked, "What is it?"

He pointed at me and said, "You have something there."

It was on my face and I tried to get it but he said, "Wait let me get it for you." He reached over and he held my face as he brushed whatever was on my face but our eyes were locked in that moment. He leaned in closer and I could not hold back any longer as our lips locked in a kiss.

It was urgent and forceful, not like anything I had experienced before. I was lost in the moment as our bodies came together and I felt his hands caress the side of my body. He moved his hands up and he began to manipulate my nipple between his forefinger and thumb. It only caused our kissing to intensify as I reached out and began to rub his crotch over his jeans. He took this as a cue to move his hand back down and slide it up my short dress and in a matter of seconds he was in my panties and fingering me with his index finger. I fumbled with his belt and jeans but managing to open them. I began stroking his cock as he fingered me. I had never felt so urgent passion before, sex had become so cautious and methodical that I had never been carried away with such emotion before and I hungered for this urgent attention.

I could feel my arousal build and I sensed my orgasm was close when he all of a sudden stopped and moved his hand away and broke off the kiss and while out of breath said, "This is not a good idea. You did not want this."

My mind was not thinking with logic and I had a need built up inside of me that I could not calm, "I want, what I want."

I did not know what was overcoming me but I had buried my passions deep down in pursuit of the perfect life that they were now bubbling over. I leaned over in to his lap and began to lick the head of his cock. I looked up at him to say he needs to continue where he left off.

He held my head with one hand and reached between my legs with the other hand continuing his finger fucking. It was so risky to be doing this in such a public place but I was getting a thrill from it as it reminded me of my younger more daring days. His finger fucking became rougher as I began to take more and more of his hard dick in my mouth. I could feel his hand tighten the grip on my hair as he began to fuck my face and I loved this animalistic energy. I was so close and I hoped he could hold off and cum with me. It then hit me and I came again with this man who was not my type. I then felt his cum hit the back of my throat and I had no option but to swallow to save creating a mess.

I sat back up coming back to my senses and being aware of our public setting but luckily no one appeared to have noticed. We were both coming back down from our intensity and I knew this was only going one place if I did not leave, "It was nice seeing you but I need to get back. I have a busy day tomorrow."

I tried to act casual as I reset my make up and tussled my hair in my camera phone. To my surprise he acted normal as though nothing had happened, "I need to get going too." He called a cab on his phone as we waited outside and I did likewise.

We were waiting for around 20 minutes when his cab pulled up. I was still waiting and he offered, "You can take mine. I will wait for yours."

I smiled thinking who said chivalry was dead but I said, "Why don't we just share it?"

He raised an eyebrow but agreed. We sat in the car and there was an awkward silence. I was still feeling the heat from our earlier interaction and I whispered into his ear, "Have you ever done it in a cab?"

He looked at me with his eyes almost popping out of his head when I grabbed his hand and lifted it up under my dress. He began to continue his fingering of my pussy as I began to rub his crotch. He was already hard. I climbed on top of him as he continued to finger me. I brought him into a kiss, our tongues intertwining. I felt so horny that I could not control myself. I knew this was risky but he ignited something within me that I had not felt in a long time.

The cab pulled up and we pulled away from each other reluctantly as the cab had arrived at my apartment. I did not want to break this up and asked, "Do you want to come in for a coffee?"

He smiled knowing full well what he was coming in for. He followed me in as we walked passed the doorman and into the elevator.

As we got into the elevator he immediately pinned me against the wall holding my hands above my head as he locked me in a kiss. He was aggressive like never before and I had to admit that there was a dark desire growing within me.

He slid up my dress and I wrapped my legs around him. I could feel how hard he was and there was a hunger in both of our bodies. The elevator stopped at my floor and he let me down and I put my dress back in place. He had me on edge and I was eager to get back to my apartment.

As soon as I closed my apartment door he had me pinned against the door. I liked the way he took control and dominated my body with a hunger.

He moved his hand under my dress and ran his fingers under the line of my panties. He buried his head in my neck as he kissed me in my weak point as I felt my body go weak for him. He then whispered in my ear, "I only have sex bareback. Are you on the pill?"

The need inside me was too strong at this point and I only wanted him inside me. I exhaled and nodded my head to say I was. In one swift motion he tore my panties from my body and I felt an exhilaration at being at the mercy of this animal.

He pulled my head back by my hair while still pinning my hands to the door making me gasp. He then filled my mouth with my panties as he whispered with hot breath, "You needed to be gagged a long time ago." I could taste my wetness and my obvious excitement made me feel shame but I could not stop myself from yearning more.

He lifted me and took me to the bedroom. I slipped my dress over my head and he unclipped my bra and I let it slip off. I had never felt this passion or desire before. I removed his t shirt as he took me to the bed. He took off his belt and used it to tie my hands together to the bed post.

I needed him inside me so desperately but he turned me around so I was on my front. He began to kiss my cheeks escalating to biting. My arousal was building at every moment and I moaned through my panties. I tried to speak but my panties muffled my words. I backed my ass back despite my restraints trying to gain more urgent contact but he kept on with his teasing. He then firmly grasped my ass lifting me into a kneeling position. I could only imagine how submissive I looked with my head bowed and my ass in the air. He spread my cheeks and I heard inhale deeply. I felt so exposed and humiliated at him smelling my most private parts, "Your scent is so divine and inviting. I want to eat your cunt until my last breath. I want to worship your cunt."

I hated the word 'cunt', I had always found it's use vulgar but in this moment I was not interested in sensibilities as I muffled through my panties, "Please eat me. Worship me."

He began to tenderly lick and suck on my vagina lips, it was sending sensations through my body and I yearned for more, "Oh god. That is good. Please lick my like a dog."

He began to lap my wet pussy from top to bottom and it felt heavenly. I began to gyrate against his tongue loving the sensation coursing through my body. I could feel my orgasm building and my gyrations followed the movement of his tongue as he began to focus on my clit. I knew I was getting close and I was soaking my panties with my saliva and my breath was as heavy as he drove me crazy with his tongue. I was so close and then my orgasm hit me as my legs went shaky.

He gave me a few moments to recover but he was soon behind me and I could feel his naked cock running up and down against my entrance. He was teasing me as he asked, "Are you finished or do you want my cock in your cunt?"

I pushed back against it making my needs known but he continued to tease me with his big hard cock and I hungered for it. I could not remember the last time I had a naked cock inside me. Men always wanted to wear a condom as they never trusted women to keep their word about taking the pill.
I moaned, "Please fuck me. I need your cock."

My pleas muffled by my panties but he continued to tease me, "Where do you want my cock?"

I hated the word but I knew he wanted to hear it, "Please fuck my cunt. I need it."

He thrust hard into me from behind. His thrusting became harder and faster as I simply took the punishment in my eager cunt due to my restraints.

He began to spank my ass and I loved the domination he was exerting over my body. I had never been restrained or dominated during sex like this before. This felt amazing and I loved every moment of it

His thrusting was becoming harder and I knew he was getting close just as my own orgasm was coming close. I moaned, "Harder. Ruin my cunt. I am so close. Fuck me. Oh god fuck me."

His thrusts became harder and his spanking became rougher. I was sure he was going to leave marks but all I was interested in was my orgasm.

He came shooting inside me and the sensation of cum inside of me for the first time in a long time triggered one of my most powerful orgasms. I mumbled gibberish as the orgasm ripped through my body. My legs and body thrashing back against him. He held me to calm my body down as we both came down from our orgasms.

It was a few moments later and he left my bedroom. I became slightly panicked thinking he was leaving me in this state and I tried to pull against my restraints but he had tied me too well.

I shouldn't have worried as he was soon back. He turned me around and I saw that he had a glass full of ice with him. He removed my panties and I was pleased to be free of it, "I was worried you had left. You should have had the decency to untie me first or at least brought me back a drink also."

He was too comfortable in my apartment, "This is for something else. You will need to learn to trust me."

He then brought a scarf of mine to cover my eyes and I giggled, "God. Someone has watched 50 Shades this week."

I could sense his smile as he said, "Something like that."

My hands were still restrained as I inhaled sharply at the extremely cold sensation of the ice against my nipples. My breasts were relatively small but I had puffy sensitive nipples.

I could sense how erect the cold ice had made my nipples. I winced at feeling, "Oh fuck. That is so cold." But then he swooped down and sucked on my erect nipples which brought a feeling of extreme sensuality. I had never felt this heightened sexuality in my whole life.

He repeated this on both nipples several times before moving the ice down my body causing me to inhale sharply, "Oh fuck. What are you doing to me?!"

He calmly said, "Be patient. Trust me."

I bit my lip as I let him continue and he moved the ice between my legs but as it touched clit it was too much and I clasped my legs causing the ice to be trapped. He strongly parted my legs and said, "It is ok. Just trust me."

I took a sharp breath and let him continue. He began to circle my clit with the ice and I bit my lip trying to balance the sensation of the cold ice and sensual sensation of being touched in this way.

He then removed the ice and began to lick the cold water from the ice from my clit sending a powerful sensation through me, "Oh god. Please fuck me."

I needed him inside me again. I just wanted to be fucked.

He came up between legs and removed my blindfold and my restraints. I turned him around and pushed him down. I yearned to be free and now it was my time to be in control.

I climbed on top of him and sat down on his hard cock. I grinded against it as our eyes were locked on each other. My hands were on his chest for leverage as I began to ride his dick, "I love your big fucking dick."

The feeling of a hard naked dick does not compare to anything else and I just wanted to enjoy this moment with this hard dick.

I could see the intensity in his eyes but I was in control and I was going to go at my pace. I was riding him at a slow sensual pace and I could feel the pleasure run through my veins.

I was reveling in these sensations but I could see he was restless. He had an animal inside him that liked to be in control but he was going to have to fight me for it.

My orgasm was getting close when he all of a sudden began to pinch and twist my nipples. The intense pain and pleasure was a new experience and I came again.

He turned me over so that he was on top now and he began to aggressively fuck me. I could feel his dick hitting the back of my cervix as I felt another orgasm coming.

I had never felt this was before or experienced this kind of sex and then he came inside me again as another orgasm over took my body.

We had worn each other out and naturally fell asleep.

6 weeks later

I had not spoken to Jag since that night. The next day I genuinely thought about ending things with Russell and seeing Jag but then my marketing manager called and told me we had several sponsorship deals for the wedding. The reality was Jag would never fit into this world.

Russell patched things up with me and we began planning a summer wedding although he needed some cajoling.

It was then that I realised I had missed my last period. I bought a pregnancy test and it confirmed my worst fears. Perhaps Russell was right to be cautious and now I was having another man's baby. I mentioned it to my agent before Russell and we agreed a wedding in 2 weeks and the immediate announcement of the pregnancy would be the ultimate social media win.

I changed some dates and convinced Russell. I said to him you cannot trust contraception and luckily his paranoia about contraception helped me convince him.

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Blue Bull · 05-01-2022, 09:58 PM

SC's Daughter Ujwala

(They meet on a flight to Kolkata.)

By: indian_exec2000

I was on an early evening flight from Mumbai to Kolkata. Actually, I had a confirmed booking on the late evening flight but since I had finished my business early, I arrived at the airport just in time for the earlier flight. The airline staff had not only accommodated me on the earlier flight, I had also been allotted my favorite window seat, in spite of the executive class being almost full. These private airlines really know how to take care of their regular passengers. I had had a full day and was feeling a bit tired. I had a busy schedule at Kolkata for the next couple of days, after which I was scheduled to return home to Delhi for the weekend. As usual, I concentrated on reading the pink paper of the day, paying scant attention to my fellow passengers or the stewardesses bustling around to attend to the passengers' needs.

For some reason one particular stewardess caught my eye as she smiled and talked to an old lady sitting a couple of rows ahead. She was smartly dressed in her well cut western outfit, like her colleagues. She was rather tall; I thought. She had a nice, full figure and long hair neatly gathered in a chignon at the nape of her long, slender neck. Her dimpled smile appeared vaguely familiar. SC used to keep telling me off and on about her children's doings. Now that I saw this girl before me, I recalled SC once talking about her daughter wanting to join an airline. Then I caught her profile as she turned and I was almost sure that she was SC's daughter. I looked at the name badge pinned on the lapel of her jacket as she passed by. "Ujwala" it read. That was the final confirmation that she indeed was SC's daughter!

The last time I had seen Ujwala was perhaps about fifteen years ago at a social gathering of my previous company. Then she was just a college kid in pigtails, clutching her mother's hand. Wow! She had really grown up. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties and I caught a flash of the engagement ring she wore on her left hand. For a while I wondered whether I should introduce myself to her, then decided against it and went back to my newspaper. After another twenty minutes, the stewardesses started serving food. As SC's daughter came over towards me, I couldn't stop myself.

"Excuse me Miss. Are you Mrs. SC's daughter?" I asked, using SC's last name.

"Yes, I am! And you are...?" She responded after a brief hesitation, flashing me her best dimpled smile. She had a nice, soft, husky voice.

"Oh, I am Mr. Sam. Your mother and I used to be colleagues in X Company many years ago." I replied, again using my last name.

Her eyes widened after a moment's hesitation, and an eyebrow arched saucily as she placed me.

"Oh, soyou are Mr. Sam!" She exclaimed. Obviously, she had heard of me.

"Yes. So, how is Mrs. SC?" I enquired politely, not letting on that I'd met SC just a few weeks back.

"She is fine, thank you." She replied.

"Please give her my regards." I said.

"Yes, sure." She responded. Then the smiling, impersonal mask of a well trained stewardess was back in place as she continued with serving food to the passengers.

I had informed our company's office at Kolkata about the change in my flight schedule before boarding the flight and a limousine was waiting for me as I stepped out of the arrival gate. After arriving at the hotel, I strolled into the bookshop to pick up some reading material. While I waited for the elevator to the executive floor, I spotted a gaggle of airline crew walk towards the registration desk. I immediately noticed Ujwala, who was busy laughing and chatting with her colleagues. She was a head taller than the other stewardesses. Suddenly, she looked up in my direction. I saw a flash of recognition in her eyes and then she turned away.

I intended to have some light refreshments served up in my room and then retire early, so that I could be up refreshed and ready for a long day tomorrow. I had just showered and was vigorously toweling myself dry when the phone rang.

"Hello, is that Mr. Sam?" Ujwala asked, using my last name. I immediately recognized her voice.

"Yes! Is that Ujwala?" I responded.

"Yes, it is! Mr. Sam, umm... I'm so sorry I couldn't speak to you much on the plane since I was on duty. My mother speaks so well of you, I wonder if we could chat for a while?" She asked. She sounded pleased that I had recognized her voice.

"Sure. I'll be down in the lobby in ten minutes. Meet me there." I said.

Although this meant a change in my plans to retire early, my curiosity wouldn't have allowed me to do otherwise. Besides, I rather looked forward to spending some time in the company of an attractive young woman.

She was already in the lobby as I strolled out of the elevator. She stepped forward and offered me her hand.

"Good evening! How do you do?" I inquired politely as I shook her hand.

"I'm very well, thank you! And you?" She responded, not to be outdone in manners and etiquette.

Her hand was soft, but the grip was firm – a working woman's hand. I caught a whiff of expensive perfume as I sized her up. She was tall for an Indian woman, the top of her head easily coming up to my eye level in her two inch heels. Must be five foot seven at least; I thought. She looked freshly showered and appeared to be wearing no makeup. She wore a pair of tight fitting, low rise black jeans and a short, tight fitting white top with double spaghetti straps. A bright, colorful patterned silk scarf wrapped casually around her neck beautifully set off the rather severe white on black combination of her jeans and top. Besides, it also served to partly cover up her delightful bare shoulders and the décolletage of her full bosom that otherwise would have shown through the plunging neck of her top. She had a full but not overblown figure and she looked absolutely stunning. Had she been another kilogram heavier, she wouldn't have been able to carry off the clothes she had chosen. Her belly was soft and had just the right roundness to make her look sexy. Any rounder and it would have looked gross. Not one of those delicate, anorexic types ready to blow away on a puff of wind; I thought. Her navel peeped out discreetly above the waistband of her jeans. Except for the engagement ring and a heavy gold bracelet on her wrist, she wore no jewelry. Altogether, she presented the picture of a sophisticated, cosmopolitan, confident young working woman.

"Would you like a drink?" I asked and led her to the bar as she nodded her assent.

We were seated at a corner table – I don't fancy sitting at the bar on a stool. I don't know why I should I have been surprised when she ordered a Bloody Mary. Somehow, being SC's daughter, I had expected her to ask for something non-alcoholic. I ordered a glass of my usual Australian white wine.

"So, tell me about yourself and your mother! By the way what do you call her?" I asked after we had settled down.

"I call her Mamma." She responded and her face softened. Her deep affection for SC showed through.

Soon we were chatting away as if we'd known each other for a long time. The alcohol too had an effect in loosening our tongues and we ordered a second round of drinks in due course. We both decided to eat substantial snacks in the bar rather than move to a restaurant for dinner.

Ujwala talked about her college and college adventures. She came across as a bright, smart, articulate young woman with an attitude. She appeared to have a sharp eye, and didn't seem to miss much. She spoke of her rather rebellious childhood, being constantly at loggerheads with her mother. She hadn't been good at her studies, much preferring extracurricular activities like dramatics and elocution. She had some aptitude for games and sports; rather like her mother, I thought, remembering SC's descriptions of her own college days. Ujwala had been secretly rather relieved when a setback in her father's career had meant that the family wouldn't be able to finance her "professional" (read doctor, engineer, architect etc.) education. She had been quite happy to join an arts course and enjoy a carefree life in college, although she wasn't above occasionally playing the martyr just to keep her mother on the defensive. She told me all this in a rather casual, off-hand manner, seemingly enjoying my discomfiture at the flippant, almost disrespectful attitude she occasionally displayed towards her mother. Curiously, her father hardly received any mention in her narrative.

She then proceeded to recount her experiences with boys, whom she'd discovered just about the time she started going to college. She had quickly found that the boys too were keenly interested inher. Ujwala narrated with relish how shocked and worried her mother had been when she'd discovered that she had started dating boys. Apparently, what had concerned SC most was the danger of her daughter losing her "virtue" i.e. virginity before marriage. She had even thought of getting Ujwala married off quickly, but had met with a flat refusal from her.

Ujwala was an ambitious and smart young girl who fully intended to use her wits and other assets to get on in life. She had gotten herself a modeling assignment even as she was studying in college. This had stretched SC's patience too far and she had refused permission. There had been a massive row between mother and daughter, with both of them sticking to their guns. Finally, as a compromise it was agreed that Ujwala could take up a job of her choice, but only after she had completed her studies and graduated. So, here she was, working for an airline as a stewardess!

I too regaled Ujwala with funny anecdotes about our days with my old employer, of course duly censored where needed. I was keen to project the image of a friendly senior colleague and well wisher of her mother and I thought I did a good job. Of course that was the truth, even if it wasn't the whole truth.

Ujwala then spoke a bit about her mother. She recounted how her mother often used to tell anecdotes about goings on in her office, making fond and respectful references to my role in giving her fledgling career a boost. It appeared that I was quite the hero in the stories SC often narrated to her family. Ujwala recalled how it was SC who had held the family together in their time of crisis, both emotionally as well as financially, with her secure and well paying job. In spite of being frequently at cross purposes with her, Ujwala also had a lot of affection and respect for her mother.

"You know, Mamma always keeps talking about you even now. She tells us how you knocked some sense into her and made her take her job seriously. That's what helped Mamma to get ahead in her career and take care of the family when Appa (father) lost his job." Ujwala recounted.

"Well, it's nice of her to think that I helped in some way, but the credit has to go entirely to her. She is a person of great character and she deserves more respect than you seem to be giving her." I responded, a bit more sharply than I had intended.

"My God! Do you two run a mutual admiration club?" Ujwala replied with a laugh, ignoring my reproach. But her eyes showed that she was serious. We were treading thin ice here. I prudently changed the subject.

We quite enjoyed ourselves as the evening wore on. Although I continue to take a healthy interest in members of the opposite sex, I have long since stopped actively pursuing attractive females. Besides, girls young enough to be my daughters are hardly my scene. So, even as we continued our pleasant tete a tete, I wondered what it was about her that made her so damn attractive. In fact, she is downright sexy; I acknowledged to myself as I felt a stirring in my loins. Then the realization struck home: I found myself attracted to her because she was my lover's daughter! I felt a twinge of guilt and tried to wish away my attraction towards her. I resolved not to encourage her or take the initiative in any way.

Ujwala in turn was well aware of the effect she was having on me. She reached back and freed her hair from the alligator clip holding it together at the nape of her neck. She shook her head to fluff it up a bit and then rearranged her hair so that it cascaded down her front, casually combing it with her fingers. The ends of her hair appeared damp, probably because they had escaped from the shower cap when she'd showered. Her full breasts moved fluidly under her scarf as she rearranged her hair, hinting that perhaps she wasn't wearing a bra under her skimpy top. Obviously, she was enjoying flirting with me. She observed me with a mischievous glint in her eyes, giving me a naughty smile as she caught me glancing at her breasts, then sat up straighter and thrust them out at me.

I have aged rather well, having taken good care of my health and fitness with regular exercise and a moderate diet. Besides, I have attained a position of some power and influence. So, many women find me attractive and I am not unused to women coming on to me. Even after weeding out women who might have some ulterior motive, sometimes I am pleasantly surprised to find quite attractive women take an interest in me. I smiled back at her, wondering where all this was leading.

"Can I call you Sam Uncle? Mr. Sam seems so formal." She asked.

"Sam Uncle, plain Sam, just Uncle, whatever... I don't care. Just don't call me Uncle Sam." I replied and we both burst out laughing.

"You know Sam, you are a really dishy guy!" She said, looking into my eyes and sounding as if she really meant it. She had chosen to address me by my first name. I've been called many things in my time but never before had a sexy young thing had called me dishy! I actually blushed. Well, she certainly knew how to stroke a man's ego; just like her mother, I thought.

"You are an attractive young woman yourself. Your fiance is a really lucky guy!" I returned the compliment, glancing at her engagement ring.

"Oh, that! Well actually, I'm not engaged. I wear the ring since it keeps off unwanted male attention!" She explained, catching my glance at her ring.

"You're certainly getting some male attention right now. I hope it's not unwanted!" I said. She responded by blushing prettily and dimpling her cheeks.

"Do you... do you think I'm attractive?" She asked after a while, suddenly appearing hesitant and unsure of herself.

"Of course you are. In fact I think you are one hell of a sexy chick. But I'm sure you already know it. You must've been told that hundreds of times!" I said laughingly.

"Yes, but mostly by young boys or old lechers. It's nice to be appreciated by a proper gentleman like you." She responded.

"Well, don't be too sure!" I teased.

"About what?" She asked.

"That I'm proper. Or even that I'm a gentleman!" I laughed.

"Of course you are. My mother says so!" She said, giggling. The two Bloody Marys had gone to her head by now.

"Well, don't you think its time to hit the sack now?" I said, glancing at my watch and calling out for the check.

She was slightly wobbly on her two inch heels and occasionally leaned on me as we walked to the elevators. She stood self consciously straight a little apart from me as we waited, and didn't need any assistance to walk into the elevator when it arrived. There was nobody in the elevator except for the two of us. She stood just a foot away from me, glancing at me appraisingly. I didn't move, just held her gaze. She had been fiddling with a corner of her scarf for a while. Now, she quite deliberately pulled at the scarf so that it unwound itself from around her neck and hung from her fingers, exposing her brief spaghetti strap top with its deep neck to my gaze. Although I had resolved not to take the initiative, I found myself unable to resist reacting to this provocation. I casually reached out and ran my finger along her bare shoulder. She hunched up her shoulder and inclined her head to one side, unsuccessfully trying to trap my hand in between. The bell of the elevator pinged as the door slid open at the fourth floor, where her room was located. There was a sound of voices and laughter down the corridor. She nervously glanced out to see if anyone was coming our way, but made no move to get out of the elevator.

As soon as the elevator doors started to slide shut, she flung herself at me and threw her arms around my neck. Her soft, full breasts flattened against my chest and I could feel the heat of her body through my T shirt. I bent forward to her upturned face and we exchanged a short, harsh kiss. I pushed her back a bit, hooked my fingers into her spaghetti strap and roughly pulled it down her plump shoulder, until her top peeled off of a full breast and exposed a stiff nipple. The deep pink nipple and aureole stood out against her fair complexion. As the elevator speeded to the top floor where my room was, I ran my thumb across her rapidly stiffening nipple. She gasped through her half open lips and her sweet breath washed over my face. Her eyes glazed over as she continued to gaze at me. When we reached the top floor, I took the scarf from her fingers and quickly wrapped it round her shoulders to cover her partly bared bosom.

"Come." I said. She leaned against me as I walked her to my room. She rubbed herself against my arm while I used the card key to open the door. She stepped close to me as soon as we entered my room and tried to put her arms around my neck. I stopped her short.

"Do you really want to go through with this?" I asked her.

"Yess..." She whispered.

"Are you protected?" I asked. I didn't want to repeat my mistake when I'd had unprotected sex with her mother long ago. It was sheer luck that she hadn't become pregnant.

"Yes. I'm on the pill." She responded after a brief pause.

"Very well, then. But from now on, we play by my rules." I said clearly.

"What... what do you mean?" She asked; her confusion showing in her eyes.

"Well, firstly you have to show some respect. I am not a young boy whom you can wrap around your little finger. Nor am I your Mom whom you can defy whenever you feel like it. If you don't like my conditions, you can walk away." I offered.

"No! I... I accept." She responded.

"OK. From now on, you will address me as Uncle or Sir. Understood?" I said.

"Yes... Yes Uncle." She responded after a brief hesitation.

"That's good. Now let's see how well you behave. To start with, will you please finish what you started in the elevator? I want to properly see your breasts!" I demanded.

"Yes." She whispered.

She pulled off her scarf and one bare nipple winked at me. She then pulled down the spaghetti strap down from the other shoulder and pulled back her shoulders, thrusting her breasts out at me. She had every reason to be proud of them.

"You have beautiful breasts!" I whispered.

A pink blush appeared on the fair skin of her chest and slowly traveled up her neck and spread on her face. She looked ravishingly sexy. I held her lightly by her hips and pulled her to me. She rubbed her crotch against my erection.

"I want to feel your nipples against my chest." I said.

She obligingly unbuttoned my T shirt and I helped her take it off. She then rubbed her bare breasts against my thick chest hair. Finally she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me an open mouthed kiss. We licked and kissed each others' lips and tongue for a while. Her mouth smelt of fresh strawberries she had eaten for dessert.

I undid the brass button in the waistband of her jeans and pulled the ends apart so the zipper slid down a few inches and loosened the tight fitting jeans at the waist. I slid my hands inside the jeans and felt her thong panties. My palms caressed her smooth ass cheeks as my hands slid under her panties. Her face was flushed and she was breathing fast by now. Her eyes unmistakably showed her arousal.

Blue Bull · 05-01-2022, 10:03 PM

We separated a bit and my hands casually fondled her bare breasts and played with her stiff nipples. I slowly moved down her torso, caressing and tickling her soft round belly until my fingers reached inside her panties. I was surprised to feel no pubic hair on her mound. My fingers continued to explore downwards until they slipped into her slit and she let out a little moan. Her cunt was completely wet and dripping with her slippery excretions. However, there wasn't a trace of pubic hair anywhere to be felt. This was something I had to see.

"Well, well! What do we have here? No hair! Where did you learn to shave off your pussy? Did your boyfriend make you do it?" I asked with amusement.

"No. Actually I learnt about it in a magazine." She said hesitantly, naming a well known women's periodical.

"No shit! I thought those magazines only printed cooking recipes and makeup tips!" I exclaimed. She suddenly looked a bit abashed and unsure of herself.

"Hmm! That's nice! Let's see what else you've learnt. Can you suck cock?" I asked crudely. She nodded her assent.

"C'mon, let's see you do it then, honey!" I invited.

She undid my trousers and pushed them down my legs. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my trousers. She stripped off my shorts and my half hard cock sprang free. I then sat on the dressing stool and made her kneel between my legs. She bent forward, took my cock in her mouth and started to suck on it. Her inexperience was obvious.

"Just a moment, my pet. Not so fast!" I said, withdrawing my cock.

"There's no rush. You have to learn to enjoy yourself while you pleasure me. First, just sniff my crotch. See how nice it smells!" I said. She took a tentative breath. Then she leaned forward and buried her nose in my pubic thatch, breathing in deeply.

"You liked it?" I asked. She nodded.

"Good girl. Now, use your tongue. See how nice it feels and tastes. Start with licking my balls." I said, opening my thighs wide.

She obliged. Her soft, warm tongue felt wonderful against the wrinkled skin of my testes. I enjoyed the sensation of her hot breath blowing upon my open crotch.

"Wonderful! Now start licking your way up from the base of my cock. Take your time. Enjoy the touch and sensation. Feel the heat. The more you enjoy yourself, the more pleasure you'll give me." I encouraged her.

My fingers lightly rested at the back of her head as I gently guided her mouth on the right track. She soon got into the groove. Her tongue licked its way slowly up my shaft.

"Aahhh!" I exhaled as she hit a sweet spot, jerking my hips up.

"Slowly peel back the foreskin. See how nice my plum looks!" I told her and she obeyed.

"Now give me a nice lick around the rim and then move up to the slit at the tip." I ordered. She followed and eagerly lapped up precum trickling out of the slit.

"Do you like the taste?" I asked.

"Yes!" She whispered, pulling her head back and looking up at me. Her eyes clearly showed how engrossed she was and how much she was enjoying licking my cock.

"Wonderful! See how eager my cock is to fuck you! Now try to take it in until it hits the back of you throat, and then suck on it as you pull out." I ordered.

She engulfed my cock with her mouth and closed her lips around my shaft as I felt the tip touch the back of her throat. I twitched my hips up while holding her lightly at the back of her head. I felt the cock head entering her throat and then she gagged. I pulled back as she sucked on my cock. After allowing her to recover her breath for a while, we tried again, with the same result. Soon we got into the rhythm and she started giving me passably good head, although she couldn't really take my cock down her throat. All in good time; I thought as I enjoyed the sight and sensation of SC's hot little daughter lose herself to the pleasures of licking and sucking my cock. I soon realized that if we continued much longer, I would ejaculate in her mouth. I didn't want that. I wanted to fuck her hot, hairless pussy. So I reluctantly stopped her and pulled out.

I was very pleased and decided she deserved to be rewarded for the pleasure she had given me. I helped her up and lay her down on bed, shoulders propped up on a couple of pillows against the head board. I seated myself on the side of the bed and pulled her feet into my lap. I know how much a woman loves to have her feet massaged, particularly after a long day at work. I worked the sandals off. Her feet were small and nicely shaped, with well formed arches. They were immaculately pedicured and her toenails were painted a pretty pink. I proceeded to gently rub her feet and pinch her toes with my fingers.

"Uhhh... so nice..." She whispered dreamily, looking on with half closed eyes.

I looked up at her and saw her luxuriantly leaning against the pillows, her hands folded above her head, her breasts wantonly on display. Suddenly, she realized this, blushed and quickly covered them with her scarf lying nearby. I guffawed at this sudden bout of coyness but allowed her to keep her treasures under cover. I continued with massaging her feet, rubbing them with greater vigor and alternately squeezing the heels and balls of her feet between my hands. My ministrations were not merely comforting her; they were further heightening her sexual arousal. I rubbed the sole of a foot against my erect cock, enjoying the sensation of the rough, hot skin against it. I raised a foot and kissed the toes one by one. Then I suddenly bit her hard on the ball of her foot. The skin was of course too thick for my teeth to do any damage, but the effect was nevertheless electric.

"Aaahhh!" She screamed, her eyes closed and hips jerking up and down as a wave of intense pleasure coursed up her legs right into her pussy and lit a liquid fire there. I knew she was now completely in my thrall and ready to surrender herself to whatever I might be pleased to do.

"OK, my pet. Let's take a look at your hairless pussy now!" I said.

I pulled her down a bit so she now lay flat on her back. I pulled her zipper down and peeled off her tight fitting jeans along with her pink thong panties. The panties had become wet at the crotch. I then pushed a pillow under her ass and nudged her knees apart to expose her pussy. Her crotch had recently been carefully depilated and there wasn't a trace of hair or even stubble anywhere. Her outer lips were plump, smooth and slightly open, appearing a bit swollen. The pink inner lips could just be glimpsed. She had a somewhat elongated clitoris that projected just a bit beyond her outer lips. Although the hairless pussy was tender and virginal, it was so smeared with her secretions that it looked wanton and lewd.

I started kissing her satiny smooth, muscular calves and gradually moved up to her knees, then to her thighs. I planted gentle kisses and little licks on her inner thighs, prolonging the pleasure and heightening the anticipation as I moved inexorably towards her open pussy. It had been more than 12 hours since I had shaved and my stubbly cheeks & chin rasped against the delicate skin of her thighs. I bent forward and deeply inhaled the aroma wafting up her open cunt as I spread her pussy apart with my fingers. Her pussy juices continued to trickle out even as I looked on. I finally rewarded myself by sticking out my tongue to lick up her nectar, savoring its clean, fresh, earthy aroma.

All this time, darling Ujwala was enjoying the exquisite sensations emanating from down below. She kept moaning and writhing in pleasure and I had to occasionally pin her thighs down to restrain her movements. She perhaps wasn't expecting my tongue on her cunt and reacted violently by twitching her hips up to the accompaniment of a short, explosive scream "Aah!", coming very close to climax.

"You liked that, my pet?" I asked.

"Unhh... yess please!" She whispered.

I continued to lick up her slit and eventually flicked my tongue over her protuberant clit. This sent her over the edge and she experienced a long intense climax, the first of many she experienced that night. I experienced a great thrill in bringing this lovely, sexy young woman to orgasm and continued to lick and suck her drooling cunt and stiff, shiny clit until she lost count of the number of times she'd orgasmed. Finally, I rose up and planted a wet kiss on her lips, my mouth smelling of her pussy and cheeks wet with her juices.

"Are you ready for a proper fucking, my pet?" I asked.

"Yes, Uncle." She replied.

"Good girl! First make me fully hard again!" I ordered, straddling her chest with my knees and placing my cock on her half open lips. She obligingly licked and sucked my cock head until it was fully hard and shiny once again.

"OK, my pet. Now beg!" I said.

"Please, Uncle. Do it to me!" She said.

"No, no. That's not good enough. Tell me exactly what you want." I admonished.

"Uncle, please fuck me!" She begged.

"Ahh! Yes!! I will." I said.

I positioned myself between her knees, raised her legs on to my shoulders, positioned my cock between her half open pussy lips and thrust in. In a couple of shoves my cock was fully buried into her hot, tight, snatch. I then proceeded to enjoy fully the pleasures of plundering her tight, hot young cunt that eagerly gripped my thick cock. She almost doubled over as I leaned forward, her open mouth inches away from mine, her hot, intoxicating breath blowing over my face. Her full breasts mashed against my chest and our skins became slippery with our mingled sweat. I gripped her shoulders to prevent her from slipping out from under me and I finally ejaculated deep inside her. I collapsed on top of her, panting hard, completely out of breath. She kept stroking my back and running her fingers through my hair.

"Oh my God! Nobody ever did that to me before! I am... I don't know what to say!" She whispered. I smiled happily and took a mental bow. It had been a surpassing experience for me too.

"You are welcome, my pet!" I told her when I had regained my breath.

Eventually, I dismounted and lay beside her. She got up and went to the bathroom while I lay on my back, my hands under my head. I was completely satiated, relaxed and happy. It had indeed been one of the most memorable couplings I had had in a long time. There is something to be said about bedding a young girl, particularly if she is hot, willing and eager to learn; I reflected.

Ujwala returned from the bathroom. The hotel bathrobe was wrapped around her shoulders. She had a wet napkin in her hands and she proceeded to lovingly clean up my crotch, finally landing a little kiss on my shriveled pecker. She then flung off her bathrobe and snuggled close to me, lying on her side, a leg casually thrown over my thighs. She pulled a sheet over our lower bodies. With her head supported on one hand, she combed the thick salt and pepper hair on my chest with her fingers, occasionally landing a peck on my mouth or eyes. I absently stroked her smooth, satiny back, sometimes caressing her ass, sometimes slipping a hand between us to tweak a nipple. I noticed a bite mark on her shoulder that was rapidly turning purple. I didn't remember when I had bitten her.

"Does that hurt?" I asked, caressing the bruise.

"Just a bit." She acknowledged.

"You won't be wearing your strappy tops for a while, I guess." I commented with a smile.

"Yes, that's true, although I could use masking cream if I still want to wear them. Actually, I'm feeling sorer down there. I've never before been stretched out so much. You really are an animal!" She said, glancing down at her crotch. I responded with a light slap on her rump. We lay contentedly for a while.

"Uncle..." Ujwala.

"Yes, my pet?" I.

"Can... can I ask you something?" Said Ujwala, hesitantly.

"Ask away! But I don't promise to answer all questions truthfully!" I said expansively.

I had some idea what she might want to ask. She fell silent, then landed a little kiss on my nipple and buried her face in my chest.

"I think you just answered my question." She said after a while. I felt tremors passing through her body and her shoulders shook. Finally she burst into giggles.

"Uncle, you are quite a man, aren't you? So strong, so confident of yourself... almost arrogant... And yet, so loving, so considerate... You know how to make a girl happy. No wonder Mamma fell for you! As for me, you can have me whenever you want." She whispered, almost talking to herself. I kept silent.

"Umm... can we... can I see you again soon?" She asked.

"Well, I don't think that would be a good idea and I think you know why. Besides, I am extremely busy these days and I am sure so are you." I responded. She looked disappointed. Then her hand snaked into my crotch and started playing with my cock. I felt myself getting hard again...

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I woke up next morning at around seven o'clock. Ujwala had left some time during the night. Although I hadn't slept for perhaps more than four hours, I felt fresh and reinvigorated. It was as if copulation had transferred some of her youthful vitality to me. I found an envelope that had been slipped into my room. There was a brief note written in a big, neat, feminine handwriting. It read:

"Uncle,

Here's your new email ID:

Email id: xxxx Password: xxxx

And here's mine: Email id: xxxx

Do open your mailbox for a nice surprise. You can write to me anytime you wish.

Your Pet"

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Blue Bull · 06-01-2022, 07:10 PM

Beauty of my neighbor girl

By: rahul8

Hi readers, this is the first and recent story I'm writing. Let me introduce myself. I am Rahul (name changed), belonging to AP. The heroine of the story is Uma (name change). Her figure is 32-26-32 studying in the second year.

Uma has been my neighbor girl for years, and recently she got changes in her body. We have a balcony where a water tap is available in front of their home. I never had a bad intention towards her. But one day, when I was going out, she was washing her face bending towards the tap.

I could see her cleavage. I instantly got hard in my pants post seeing her cleavage. But I went as I was on some work and she too didn't notice it. Later that day, I was waiting for the chance to see her beautiful cleavage.

I can hear the sound of water when she is on the tap. I used to go on the balcony and secretly used to see the view. This happened some days later. She noticed it and turned in the other direction.

I was scared of what might happen as she is a neighbor girl who may complain to my parents. Later this became usual. I used to go out to get a glance at her cleavage. If she didn't notice, I used to get the view. Else she will turn around if she notices.

We used to talk sometimes when in need of some information etc., casually without any bad intentions. Her mother also sometimes communicated about the casual stuff.

Later, I waited to get the view as I was interested in seeing those beautiful small boobs. She understood that and went into her home when I used to go out. This continued for some days.

She used to come to my home to talk with my mom. When I came back, she used to leave. I was so much interested in her as she has a stiff body.

Later one day, I was going out, and she was washing face bending. I noticed the cleavage. She, too, saw me, but she was still bending. Later, she got into sense and corrected.

I'm getting horny day by day but not getting a chance to fuck the stiff hot girl. I used to shake my dick thinking about her and release a lot of cum than usual. This continued for months.

One day both her parents and my parents went out. She came to my house to take their things from the refrigerator as they don't have one. I thought of grabbing her and taking her virgin pussy. But I had no guts because I was not sure of her behavior.

She took things and left. I went on the balcony. She was standing there, so we had a casual chit-chat and left.

Day by day, my lust was increasing towards her by getting a glimpse of her cleavage. Sometimes she went in. Sometimes I get the view. This has gone for months.

Later one day, she was coming from outside. I called her as both my and her parents were not home. She came normally. We were discussing casual stuff, and I held her hand. She saw me with confusion. I left her hand, and she went home. We both are in confusion now.

Later I grabbed some cover and went to her home. I called her and hugged her. She was more confused and heavily breathing. I slowly seen into her eyes and took my lips near her lips and touched them. She was still in shock and looking into my eyes.

I started sucking her lips slowly. She closed her eyes, and I grabbed her boob. She left out a moan. I was kissing her lips. Meanwhile, I put the other hand on her ass and grabbed her. My dick started touching her tummy.

She lost her senses and looked with dim eyes and softly moaning. I kept pressing her boobs and kissing her wildly. She was lost and started responding and moaning in my mouth. After 10 minutes, we got separated. I took her to the bed and made her sleep.

Slowly I was lifting her top. She is watching my steps with shock. I put my finger on her pussy and started rubbing slowly. She was moving like a snake. I moved to her boobs. I removed her shimmy and lost my mind seeing her boobs. She has stiff and beautiful boobs.

I started sucking it. She was moaning loudly. As no one was home, we are on the safe side. Rubbing pussy lips with one hand and pressing boobs with other, and kissing lips in between. She was unable to control. She was moaning and doing snake dance.

Next, I removed her bottom. It was her pussy, clear without hairs and light chocolaty color. I removed her complete dress and inners she was naked. I removed my t-shirt and went to eat pussy pressing boobs. I started sucking her virgin pussy lips, but she was shivering.

Somehow I sucked the lips with all the juices flowing out and pressed her boobs. She was out of control and got into her senses after some time.

I got over her planting a kiss on her lips. I kept my dick on her pussy lips in a missionary position. It's so tight to enter. So I started rubbing the dick and slowly inserted a bit after some time. She shouted and pushed me away.

I went again, but she was not letting me. I made her understand and again put my tip inside her and gave her a hard push. It went half in with pain for both. She started crying and tried pushing me away.

I caught her hands, pushed them in completely, stayed for a while, and started movements. She was getting comfortable slowly. After some time, she is comfortable. I increased the pace. She was moaning heavily.

I fucked her for 10 minutes and later cum in her. She, too cum twice in between and hugged me tightly. We slept in the same position for some time. Then we got up and got dressed. From that day, we used to fuck whenever we got the chance.

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Blue Bull

Took virgin sister-in-law to hotel and fucked her

By: krishhna

Hi, this is Krishhna, height 5'11" with a good physique. I am jovial and naughty, I love driving a lot.

Coming to the story, I met my sister-in-law Sahithi at my brother's wedding. We became good friends because of my friendly nature and jovial sense. We enjoyed ourselves a lot at the marriage function.

Later, she went to her native place in Chennai. We were in contact through WhatsApp regularly. We became very close in a week or two. Our chats increased and got bolded. I used to share everything with her and I used to flirt with her in a way.

My sister-in-law was 5'4" and good-looking. She looks very hot in sarees. She had a perfect fit body with average boobs and ass.

Once we decided to meet on a weekend. I planned to go to Chennai

I went to the bus stop and took a bus to Bangalore and from there, I boarded a flight to Chennai. My sister-in-law came to the airport to pick me up. In the cab, we behaved very normally.

We went to a five-star hotel and checked into the hotel room. Immediately after closing the door, I hugged my SIL from behind and took her to the bed. I threw her on the bed and gave a lot of kisses on her face, forehead, cheeks, and neck region. She too was getting in the mood and hugged me tightly, making my monster hard.

I planted a kiss on her lips and slowly she responded to my kiss. She opened her mouth. I inserted my tongue inside her. Our tongues were fighting, we almost kissed for 15 minutes and stopped when we were unable to take a breath.

Then I went to take a shower. I came out in a towel after that I looked at my sister-in-law, she was watching tv, lying on the bed.

I moved to her and licked her ear. She pushed me with a naughty smile. I pressed her right boob while kissing her neck to which she pressed her other boob. My sister-in-law’s boobs were like melons, very soft.

I grabbed her boobs and was pressing with the clothes on. She was wearing a single piece by the way.

I slowly inserted my hand from the top of her one-piece and pressed her boobs very hard. Then I took one of her boobs out, kissed, sucked, pinched, and bit it very hard. I also removed her top in between. My sister-in-law was wearing a lace bra. I removed her bra in no time. It was a fest in front of me! I was in seventh heaven.

I pressed my sister-in-law's tits very hard and sucked them for almost 15-20minuts. While I was sucking her boobs, her panty got wet. I could feel it.

My sister-in-law quickly went to the washroom and came out with a naughty smile. I took her to the bed and inserted my hand inside her panty. It was full of hair.

I whispered, "African forest" in her ear, for which she said, "You stupid! Shut your mouth!" with a naughty smile.

I was searching for the glory spot and I was rubbing her hot pussy. I slowly inserted one of my fingers inside my sister-in-law's pussy. It went in with some force and she was in heavy pain. She begged me to remove it. But I inserted it again and told her to relax her body.

My sister-in-law closed her eyes, holding the blanket very hard in pain, I made my finger in and out continuously and she was moaning, "Ah ahaa ahhhhh ahhhh.. Ahhhh. Please make it fast. I can't take it anymore."

She was about to cum, I removed her panty and she was completely nude now. I removed my towel. She held my monster in her hand. She was surprised to see a dick for the first time.

My sister-in-law was playing my dick. She was taking the skin of the monster inside outside. Then I laid her on the bed and slept over her. My hard dick was rubbing on my sister-in-law's pussy now.

I was teasing her but she took my monster and placed it near her G-spot. I tried to insert my dick but her hole was very tight. I looked for lubrication and found a moisturizer in the bathroom. I applied it on my dick and my sister-in-law gave me a good hand job.

Slowly, I placed my dick inside her pussy. It went with some hard push because it was her first time and she was a virgin. I started moving slowly for some time and then I increased the speed. My sister-in-law was moaning in a very high voice. So I locked her lips with mine.

It took me about 5 minutes to cum. We were in seventh heaven during that time.

After cumming, we cleaned it with the blanket and I kissed her on her forehead. We hugged and she laid on my lap. We spoke about our personal lives and later, we ordered food to the room.

After eating the food, we again went to the bed, got under the blanket fully nude. I kissed all over my sister-in-law's naked body. I kissed her pussy and also inserted my tongue there. She wanted more and more. She was pleading with me to insert the dick and not to tease her.

We had another round of sweaty sex and then we were fully tired. We went out for a drive and while returning to the hotel, we kissed a lot and hugged. I finger fucked my sister-in-law in the car too.

We returned to the room. I took her to the bathtub and inserted my finger in her pussy in the tub. When my sister-in-law was about to cum, I took her from the tub. While we were bathing, I took the shampoo and applied it all over her body.

I insisted her to shave her pussy. She said that she was afraid of doing it. I took the razor and started shaving my sister-in-law's pussy. In between, she let her juices on me.

I shaved my sister-in-law's hairy pussy. We took a bath and came outside. We both slept nude.

Then the time was almost 11 pm and she wanted to go home. I dropped her on her scooty. I went back to the hotel. The next day was a surprise for me. She brought her friend Keerti with her. We had exciting threesome sex the next day.

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Blue Bull

The Passionate Predator

(Carol is taken by force by her passionate predator.)

By: Indian_Princess

Author's note:

Found this little story on my HDD. I wrote this almost 11 years ago. This erotic short story forms the original draft of my story Dark Seduction which is a much detailed version of this little trinket. Sharing it for your reading pleasure.

All characters involved in sexual activity are above 18 years of age.

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She hadn't seen him before. She didn't know him, who he was, where he came from, what he did. The only sign of his existence was the creepy feeling she would get when he was around. He was a predator, who lived only to hunt.

Carol had been experiencing this strange kind of feeling since quite a few days now. She would feel someone following her, but there was no one when she turned around to check out. A strange kind of shadow always seemed to move along wherever she went, right form her bedroom to her office. She did feel like speaking about this to someone, but there was nothing concrete to talk about, just a warning that her sixth sense gave. She could sense someone watching her every moment. It was him. He had an eye on her right since she began to get those strange feelings. For sometime, she thought she was hallucinating, but it was his glimpses that she sometimes managed to capture through the corner of her eye. And the next moment, there used to be nothing in sight. A strange fear was developing in her mind. She couldn't foresee that her fears were soon going to take the form of reality. She didn't know that she had become the object of his desire. And his desires grew stronger with every passing moment. He had to have her, and there was nothing that was going to stop him.

One night, after work she was returning home in her car. She had a friend on the next seat. The street was rather deserted as the two women were quite late already. Carol suddenly began to get nervous. Christine could already see her sweating and her hands trembling over the steering wheel.

"Are you ok?" she asked.

"He is coming near," was all Carol could say with her trembling lips.

Christine looked back to check out if any vehicle was following. There was no one. "Who is coming near?"

A dense fog began to surround them. Objects around them faded into nothingness and visibility dropped due to the fog. Carol stopped the car. She was really apprehensive about something.

"Damn weather!" saying this Christine got out of the car. Carol remained inside the car and had an eerie feeling clouding her mind. And then she saw him! A man appeared through the fog walking towards them, standing tall and confident. Carol felt the same sinister feeling which she had been getting these days, just that this time the feeling was much stronger. She knew it was the same person who had been haunting her. His aura was familiar. She knew this moment was going to come. She froze in fear.

His looks were charming, he had sharp facial features with piercing dark eyes and a body which had a flow of muscles over it. His eyes full of lust and passion were fixed on Carol. He wore a vicious smile on his lips, like the one a predator when he sees that his prey right is front of his eyes.

Christine was confused seeing all this. He started advancing towards Carol. He placed his hand on the door handle of her car. Christine tried stopping him. He turned his penetrating gaze towards Christine; that was enough to send a chill down her spine. She was a pretty girl too, but he was passionate only about Carol. He knocked Christine out with a single blow of his hand. She fell down unconscious. Carol screamed seeing that. She knew she couldn't escape. He opened the door of her car and dragged her out. She tried to run but she couldn't. As he began advancing towards her, she began to take tiny trembling steps backwards, until he was just a few inches away from her and she froze. Her heart was beating so fast as it would tear through her chest. He stood still for sometime at that distance from her perhaps just to check her reaction - surrender or rebellion.

In the next few seconds, she felt strong impulse to fight, because if she didn't fight now, she was almost certainly not going to get a second chance. He was prepared for that. The moment she tried to pounce upon him, she found herself helplessly gripped in his arms. He held both her hands in his one hand and wrapped the other around her body. She struggled with all her strength, like a wild cat, crying and screaming her lungs out. She was under an extreme state of mind; her only concern being to be free from his grip. But he was too strong for her and in spite of her best resistance; she couldn't move away even fractions of millimetres. His grip felt like steel, but he seemed to be holding her with ease. He seemed to be enjoying her weak struggle. In fact, those violent jerks of her womanly body rub against his muscular body were turning him on. He held on tighter, just to express how badly he wanted her now.

Carol was crying and begging him to let her go, but with his eyes fixed over her and with a smile spread across his lips he just held on tightly, just that, he wasn't trying to drag her anywhere. He just wanted to let her struggle in his arms till all her energies were drained and she would surrender. She tried her best to struggle, scream, cry and beg, but he sincerely had no intentions of letting her go. He was just enjoying her plight. He smiled to himself to see her is such a pitiful condition, when he hadn't even begun to do what he was going to.

Carol finally stopped struggling. She knew there was nothing she could to against him. The only choice she had was to obey him. She sank into his arms exhausted. His smile grew broader to see this. He began to run his fingers softly over her silken hair, and Carol quietly let it happen. She only shut her eyes tighter in defeat, letting a tear drop flow out through the corner of each eye. But her lovely black eyes shot open as he suddenly grabbed a big chunk of her hair, jerking her head backwards. Her hands reflexively reached his hand that was holding her hair. It was hurting her, and he knew it. He loved to see her beautiful face wince in pain, as more tears flowed out of her eyes. He made her bear the pain for some time, before he sealed his lips over her trembling lips. Carol jerked at that, she began trembling with fear again, and he held on to her tighter. She could feel his passion in that his kiss, he was kissing her like a wild animal. It was as if he had been hungry for centuries. He wanted her for his pleasure; that was all he knew.

After some time when he was done with kissing her, he suddenly grabbed her neck and maintained firm pressure over both her carotids. A few seconds and she fainted. He let her fall to the ground. Then he knelt to admire the girl lying at his feet. She now looked even more beautiful to his eyes than what he had seen before. She had a beautiful body with lovely womanly curves and a slim waistline. She had those lovely long raven hair, which he already knew, felt like silk. She looked like some angel as she lay there with her eyes closed, her beautiful long eyelashes lining her eyelids, as her clear brown skin was glowing in the silvery moonlight. He was enchanted by her beauty, for a moment, he fell in a kind of trance. He could barely contain his excitement, he lifted her up and placed her in his car and drove home.

He carried her gently to his bedroom, where often he had been spending sleepless nights, craving for her and waiting for this very moment. Tonight was the night he was going to satisfy his desires that had been burning in his young heart since a long time. He placed her on his bed and turned to lock the door. They were at a place far away from any human settlement. So she was free to scream as much as she wanted. And he wanted to hear everything she has to say about all that he would be doing to her. As she lay there unconscious on the bed, her raven hair spread across the pillow like some dark cloud. He fastened her hands to the bed, put off the lights and opened a window to let a silken moonlight beam enter and light up the room, then came to lie down next to her, softly moving his hands all over her, feeling the reality of something that was once a dream. He wanted her to see and react to his actions, so he was not going to do anything to her in an unconscious state. He waited patiently till she regained consciousness.

An unconscious Carol was looking very innocent. She was actually much more innocent. He already knew this. He had been observing very closely and he had discovered that she was a very loving woman, sweet, naive and charming, like a little angel. Carol had perhaps never imagined in the worst of her nightmares that something so bad would happen to her. He was feeling kind of guilty in a corner of his heart, but then he really didn't mean to do anything bad to her. He only wanted to fulfill his desires; he'd be craving for her so badly since many days. He had no intention of hurting her, just that he was passionate about her and if that was going to hurt her, then she must bear that much for him, he thought. But he did have a heart and had promised himself that he would handle her with care and be as gentle as possible.

As all these thoughts were running through his mind, he saw her eyelashes flutter. He smiled and bent forward and kissed her cheek. Carol was disoriented, it took her some times to realize where she was, and the moment she saw him, her hazy eyes shot open. She screamed. She began to struggle with her restraints. They were as strong and stubborn as his grip. Feeling entirely helpless, she began to cry loudly. He took her in his arms and fondled her hair softly. He wiped off her tears with his thumbs and kissed her cheek again.

She was still crying bitterly. Amidst her sobs she managed to say, "Who are you, and what do you want from me? Please let me go..I beg you, I wanna go home. Please."

"Shhh...calm down sweet girl," he whispered softly in her ears, "I am not going to hurt you. I desire you, and I am going to have you."

"Please let me go," Carol begged helplessly, "I am feeling very scared."

He observed how she trembled in fear. How she struggled against the ropes that firmly bound her hands. He legs were not restrained, but he pinned them down with his weight. He watched her beautiful breasts rise and fall as she breathed heavily in fear. A sheen of sweat appeared over her lovely brown skin causing it to glisten beautifully.

"Don't be afraid, Carol," he whispered gently nibbling her ear, "I am going to use you for my pleasure and I am going to make you like it."

Before she could say anything further, he gave another passionate kiss on her lips. He got on top of her without putting his weight on her and continued fondling her, kissing her just trying to make her comfortable, just telling her to relax. Carol calmed down a bit due to this kind gesture. She relaxed and closed her eyes letting him touch and kiss her. His touch was soothing, but somewhere in her mind she never got over the frustration that she was going to be violated against her will. He continued pacifying her with his bold but graceful touches. But Carol suddenly got apprehensive when his hand moved lower cupping her breast with both his hands. As he applied slight pressure to them, she began to jerk trying to shake his hands off. He then gave her another kiss, to calm her down again. But that didn't seem to work this time. She was still struggling. Then he didn't care anymore. There were so many things he wanted to do to her; he just couldn't afford to waste his time in just kissing her every now and then.

He then moved lower, raising her top and rubbing his palm on her warm abdomen; that made her all the more nervous. His touch on a bare skin gave her a sensation she had never experienced before. She wanted more of it, but her conscious mind wouldn't allow it. She wanted to fight it. She started screaming and shouting, but he wasn't really in mood to pamper her too much. All that he did in the beginning was because she genuinely needed to be pacified. But that never gave her the permission to forget that he was in control, and that she didn't really have a choice. He then moved his hands to her crotch, and rubbed her pussy trough her pants and proceeded lower to her thighs squeezing them hard. Carol continued struggling very hard and that called in for a punishment. He took a huge knife and pressed its blade under her chin. She winced at the pain and she raised her chin to escape the sharp edge of the knife. With his left thumb, he applied firm pressure over a point just above the inner corner of her eye. It was quite painful and she began to scream, begging him to release the pressure. He made her suffer for quite some time before he released the pressure. Making an eye contact in a stern voice he said, "You better let things happen quietly, otherwise, I can get truly nasty with you. I really don't want to hurt you Carol but if you leave me with no choice, I just might."

With the same knife, he slit her top and revealed a black lacy bra, which covered her full breasts nicely. It was beautiful, but that was not going to spare it. He was interested in what was beyond it. He tore off the bra using the knife. Her breasts were exposed completely to him. Carol began to weep softly. She was a virgin; she had never been touched at "those" places by a man before. But now she was so helpless before him, she knew she'd better not try to resist now, coz there wasn't much hope of freedom left.

He was spellbound to see her lovely breasts, he eagerly touched them, holding each in one hand and feeling the feathery soft touch of them. He was handling them gently, she was at ease, but she herself couldn't define this feeling of this beautiful male touch against her will. She was both feeling good as well as humiliated. She didn't know how to react to this, but he was doing his work really well. His hands had now begun gently kneading her breasts, squeezing every inch of flesh over her chest. It wasn't hurting at all, and he could see her nipples already hardening as if to welcome this assault. She shuddered as she felt his lips encircle her right nipple, which was slightly larger than the left. His tongue moved all over the nipple areola, coating it with a thick coat of his saliva. And soon his tongue began tickling her nipple, which he could feel was getting harder. He could hear her moan in surrender. She didn't have a choice other than taking it all silently. She just lay there calm letting her voice express all it wanted to. Her moans got louder every moment, expressing her secret desires of being ravished and taken against her will.

He had now begun sucking harder, causing a slight discomfort to her, but it wasn't really as painful as all that was going to follow. And in his enthusiastic sucking, he bit it hard in excitement. That made her scream, but before she could recover form the sting of his bite, she felt his tongue pampering her other nipple. She could feel her body reacting to his touches; her skin had become more sensitive, even a light touch would make her shiver. He continued assaulting her nipples for quite some time, when he suddenly seemed to lose control and pounced onto her, nibbling, mouthing every inch of her exposed skin. He left on her clear smooth skin many love bites, which he believed which as she would bear on her body for quite some time, would serve the purpose to reminding her of this night spent with her passionate predator.

He could hardly wait now to undress the lower half of her body. His hands immediately worked on her pants pulling them off revealing her black panties. Carol sighed, in defeat; she knew her impending bang was drawing near with every passing moment. He then turned to her panties and held them between his teeth. With a powerful thrust of his neck, he managed to tear them off completely. Within fractions of the next few seconds, he forced her knees apart to get a clear view of the hole of his desires. Carol was weeping bitterly in humiliation; all that was protecting her dignity was lying on the floor in tatters.

He raised her pelvis with one hand and brought her pussy near to his eyes to see it properly. Carol cared a lot about hygiene and she would wax her pussy regularly. He ran his fingers over her pussy, feeling the candle smooth finish. He then parted her pussy lips and began to observe something that was so private for her. Carol was very thankful to the dim light of the room. But soon his fingers began to feel what he was observing with his eyes. Carol screamed softly and shuddered with every touch, as his fingers insulted her virgin pussy. He smiled when he could feel some wetness on his fingers. He moved all his fingers through her slit, till they were all nicely coated with her juices. He then found her love hole and put one finger inside. That was all he could put in her tight virgin pussy. Carol jerked at this assault. He then began to gently rub his finger against the walls of her tight pussy; that was making her tremble violently. The feeling she got by this forced invasion of her most private parts was both pleasurable and shameful. He smiled to see her expression. He was enjoying it all so much. He was already hard and the thought of his cock consuming this tight virgin hole sent a tingle down his belly.

She was begging him to stop, but he she didn't seemed to be loud enough. She wasn't sure what she wanted anymore. His finger moving sensually in and out of her set her whole body on fire, giving her sensations she had never experienced before, sensations that were too powerful to fight. He was just loving playing with her pussy; it felt so soft, wet and warm. He then look at her pitiful condition and smiled again. Something came into his mind. He let her pussy rest on the bed and he moved towards her mouth. He put the tip of one of his fingers on her cheek and he smiled making a straight eye contact to her. He said, "What do you have to say about this?"

Carol never felt so embarrassed before. Her offender was making her realize, that it is not just him who is guilty. Her body wanted him too. But she knew it was not the case. She was being violated against her will and her pussy was being forced to flow. He slipped one finger inside her mouth and held her firmly by her chin with the other hand. She knew what she had to do. And she was wise not to bite. She knew he wanted to humiliate her by making her taste her own lust. She bore the insult silently. She wrapped her lips around the lone finger invading her mouth and sucked. The warm and moist feeling of her mouth was driving him mad. He inserted another finger and made her suck. He rubbed the inside of her mouth, reminding her of the control he had over her. He added one more finger and observed her silent surrender as she obediently licked and sucked. Eventually, he had all five fingers inside her mouth and she had no choice but to accept the invasion.

Now that he had made her lick and suck all his fingers, he could hardly wait to penetrate her. Her pussy was much more gorgeous that what he had thought. It was going to feel like heaven to have his cock squeezed inside her tight pussy. It hardly took him anytime to undress; Carol could hardly see anything in the moonlit chamber, but whatever he looked like was dreadful beyond definition. Out of his clothing, she could see he had a body stronger than what she had thought. The sight of his naked body was truly breathtaking, but the size of his cock made her miss a few heart beats. She froze in horror. She couldn't imagine this monster work its way up her tiny virgin pussy. She began to jerk frantically, screaming and begging him to spare her. She had become hysterical, flexing all her muscles trying all her strength against her restraints. He could understand her fear. But he knew how to calm her down. Fucking her in such a condition was a piece of cake for him, but just that it'd be painful beyond imagination for her. He did care about this lovely innocent girl. He gently got on top of her, allowing his weight to hold her down, making it difficult for her to move.

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Blue Bull · 06-01-2022, 10:13 PM

He then held her head between his palms and whispered softly in her ears, "Relax sweetheart! Calm down, I'll be gentle with you I promise. Just relax, and take a deep breath, you are going to be OK."

"Please..." she begged with tearful eyes, "Please...let me go...please...I can't take this. Please...have mercy."

"You can take it honey, and you will, coz you don't have a choice," saying this, his kissed he deeply not allowing her to speak anything further.

He started licking and nibbling every inch of her skin in an attempt to make her ready to receive his cock. He moved lower crossing her neck and the already assaulted breasts. His kisses were real passionate, they began to carry her into his world of desires, awakening her own. She could feel her body arch to his touches, and she was beginning to surrender to the wishes of her body. She closed her eyes allowing her skin to feel all that her predator wanted her to feel. She could feel her pussy juices flow. She wasn't crying or screaming anymore. She had surrendered herself completely to this man preparing her to be used by him to satisfy himself, and to derive all the pleasure he wanted from her body. And she knew that was her fate, she didn't wish to rebel anymore. He moved lower licking her flat abdomen and leaving a love bite a little below her belly button. And then he reached her pussy, but this time he didn't require much strength to part her legs, nor did he require to hold then apart. Placing both his palms on her inner thighs, he brought his lips very close to her pussy. He paused for a moment to breathe in the musky scent of her arousal, and in a go his lips were on her pussy, his tongue teasing her clitoris. That was making her shudder, but she just let everything happen. He was gentle initially, but later as the excitements built up in his body he began to wildly eat her pussy. He could hear her moan and that was like music to his ears. He was now out of control, and now there was nothing that was going to stop him. Once he was sure she was ready, he was all set for the final moment.

He positioned himself between her legs. Carol could now feel the tip of his monster trying to push through her. Her virginity was preventing it form entering. He pushed with a small thrust and the head made its way in. Carol screamed, though it was only the head, it hurt like hell. And another thrust pushed another inch inside. She could feel her pussy walls stretch with every invading inch. Slowly he pushed, and but now half of his cock was in her, and the tightness of her pussy now made him lose control and he lost whatever patience he had. With the next thrust, he pushed the whole of his length inside her. The pain was excruciating, much more than she had imagined. He screams echoed throughout the room, perhaps even through the jungle surrounding the house. Perhaps this was her loudest scream ever.

To be inside her was more blissful that he had thought, he could feel a nice tight, warm and wet pussy all around his manhood, and he thought perhaps these are the pleasures of the heaven. He withdrew it a little only to ram it back into her with a greater force, making her let out a louder scream. She felt like her pussy was being stabbed. A gentle stream on blood trickled out of her pussy from her ruptured hymen. She was completely helpless. He began to give repeated thrusts; it hurt a lot for the first few times, but then she felt a pleasure rising, pleasure like she had never experienced before. The increasing wetness reduced the friction, and this facilitated him to increase the speed too. Her breasts were bouncing with every thrust. This erotic excitement had now made him lose whatever was left of his patience. He only knew that he wanted to fuck her hard, derive every bit of pleasure form her body. He didn't bother to care for her anymore.

Carol could feel this change in him. That was all the more terrifying for her. All she could do to was to surrender. She let her body be handled by him the way he felt like. She submitted to his pleasures. And soon she could feel something tingling in her pussy. It grew stronger with every passing moment and finally she felt a frantic wave run through her whole body. She began to convulse in orgasm and her pussy tightened around his manhood. He controlled her completely. He decided he wanted to fuck her and he made her like it. He was pleased to see her cum. But he didn't stop fucking her. He went on till he began to feel a similar tingle. With that he grabbed her body hard in both his hands, and began to fuck her with all his strength. She felt as if he was trying to fit the whole of his body in her pussy. His cock was shuddering but she didn't realize that he was about to cum. She came to know only when he had already shot a huge load inside her. Her pussy could feel the warm fluid fill it. He dumped his load right inside her, inside the most private part of her body. And she had no choice but to take it. She felt completely violated. A couple of thrusts more and he collapsed on her. He held her head in his arms and kissed her lips. Then he moved lower to her neck and bit her hard there. He rested his head on her breasts for a while, and they both lie motionless. There was complete silence.

Carol broke the silence."Please let me go now," she said.

"What made you think I was done with you?" he replied.

Carol look at him in horror. Just one fuck had made her so weak; she thought she'd die if she was fucked again.

"You are too lovely Carol. I just can't get enough of you!" he said.

Carol was crying bitterly. He held her in her arms and said, "Relax sweetheart, and stop crying now. You are no more a virgin. And I have already fucked you once. So a second fuck shouldn't really make a difference to you."

Carol didn't like the idea, but she knew there was no use fighting. And he was right; she really didn't have anything to lose now.

He released her hands as he was sure that she had neither strength nor reason to fight anymore. He held her by the back of her neck and made her bend over his cock, "Suck it clean and made me hard again," he ordered.

Carol had never done this before. She reluctantly took it in her mouth, trying her best not to enrage him now. She moved her trembling lips over the shaft, just the half of it and it hit her gag reflex. He still held her neck firmly not allowing her to take it out. She started licking and sucking his cock, she could taste his cum along with the tragic remains if her virginity. That made her cry.

"What are you doing? Suck it harder!" he grunted.

She obeyed immediately with the fear of the entire length being rammed into her mouth as it did in her pussy. She started sucking with all her strength, with her tongue massaging the shaft. He tried pushing it deeper, but he realized that she was uncomfortable. Taking a little bit of pity this time, he withdrew a little. She could feel him harden again in her mouth. He guided her fingers to his balls making her play with them as she tried hard to please his cock with her mouth. He released the pressure over her neck and she took the cock out of her mouth. Then she spontaneously began licking the entire length as she had not been able to take it in her mouth. He felt the softness and warmth of her lips licking his cock coating it with a silken layer of her saliva. She was no expert but her effort was earnest. Perhaps she was enjoying it or perhaps she was just too afraid of him. She gave him a thorough cleaning. That made him smile. He gave her a loving hug and a kiss for that.

"Now," he said, "Since you have been such a good girl, I want to see how you can fuck yourself. Get on top of my and ride my cock. Guide it all the way into your pussy. Come on!"

Carol found it extremely humiliating. Only a whore could do such a thing she thought.

Gathering courage she said, "No, please not this."

He didn't even look at her. And suddenly she felt a backhand strike against her face bruising it badly. She was almost blacked out.

"Did you say something?" he asked so inquisitively as if nothing had happened.

Carol didn't dare to speak another word. She just nodded in negation.

"Then get to work!" he ordered.

Reluctantly Carol positioned her pussy over his cock. With trembling hands she held the cock and began to push it into her. It was not easy. It was still painful. But she didn't dare to disobey. Tears of humiliation were flowing down her cheeks as his dark eyes were fixed on her face, enjoying her insult. She managed to get just the tip of it into her, and looked at him asking if it was enough.

"What? You call that enough? I want the entire length inside you, do you understand, the entire length!" he shouted.

A tearful Carol slowly began to allow the cock slide in under her weight, but it was really hurting her. Suddenly he grabbed her shoulders and pressed her pussy down against her cock, pushing the entire length into her. She screamed again.

"Hmmm that's my girl. Now ride it. Slide it in and out. Come on quick!"

She did as he said, though she wasn't doing it well, she tried her best to obey him. He understood that she really won't be able to make him cum if she rides at this rate. He grabbed her and pushed her onto the bed and began fucking her wildly as he had dome before. He had put his full weight on her this time. She was almost crushed. He continued fucking her with thrusts wilder than the ones before. Carol felt that he would fuck her brains out. She felt his cock pulsate again in a similar way. He went wild again, and this time he just grabbed her by her neck. She could hear the masculine moans, sounded like some mad wild animal. She was already choking by the amount of pressure he applied on her neck. She though he was going to kill her.

He released the pressure over her neck, as he withdrew his still hard cock. He hadn't cum. She lay there gasping for breath. Before she could recover completely, she felt him again over her kissing and nibbling her passionately. She was not sure what he was going to do next.

And then she felt his hand running up her thigh and behind over her ass. His hand fondled her smooth ass for some time. Then suddenly, he grabbed her ass roughly making her moan. He ran his fingers in her butt crack making her very uncomfortable. That was the last part of her body that had remained untouched, and it was not going to remain that way much longer. Her eyes shot open and she felt him grab her hair and push a finger against her tight asshole. She squeezed her butt cheeks tightly in an attempt to resist the invasion.

"No...please no,"" she begged, "Not there...please..."

He didn't reply. He just looked into her eyes and smiled cruelly. With one sudden movement he turned her over her belly. Carol knew better than to resist. She knew he would be gentle if she obeyed.

She felt him apply a lubricant to her anus and felt him push inside something that felt like a sex toy. She couldn't tell for sure, but she could feel it was rubbery and not as warm as his cock. He started pushing it in slowly inch by inch. He knew he had to open up her ass first for it to accommodate his monster cock otherwise it could cause damage. Even though she tried hard to relax, her muscles were squeezing reflexively. But he didn't stop. He kept pushing in the toy till it was fully inside. He gave her some time to adjust to the feeling of anal fullness as he turned her around and kissed her passionately again. He began to play with her nipples again to get her all hot and bothered. The feeling in her ass was getting more and more pleasurable as her body was aroused once again.

He turned her over again and gently removed the toy. There was a transient gape in her anus and he used this opportunity to add some more lubricant and began to press the head of his cock against her now stretched anus. He grabbed a chunk of her hair to get a better leverage for fucking her ass. There was a mirror on a wall on the side of the bed. He forced her to look at her pathetic reflection lying naked and defiled and now slowly losing her last remaining virginity. He forced her to maintain eye contact with his reflection in the mirror as he triumphantly inserted the whole length of his cock inside her virgin ass and rode her like a captured prey. He never loosened the grip on her hair causing as much pain as the anal invasion was giving her pleasure. As he increased the pace of his fucking, his balls slapped against her dripping pussy. Carol could do nothing but take this violation silently. Her breasts bounced obscenely with every thrust as he forced her to look at the mirror. She had never imagined she would lose the virginity of all three holes in this manner. He grunted like an animal as he shot a load of cum inside her ass. He withdrew slowly and Carol collapsed in sheer exhaustion.

He let he rest for a while. After some time he pulled her roughly in his arms and began to kiss and fondle her. Her tears had left behind streaks on her face and her hair matted with sweat. But she looked so beautiful! Her dark innocent eyes were tearful as they begged him for mercy. She trembled in fear as he continued running his hands over he now completely used body. She could see both satisfaction and a wild pleasure in his eyes. They kind of growled to see her plight. She was completely disheveled. He had drained her dry. He got what he wanted. And he didn't ask for it, he took it, like a predator takes his prey.

Carol screamed when he reached for his knife and held it to her face. She tried to fight for her life, but she had no strength left. She couldn't get away she couldn't move. He was done using her and now he was going to kill her, she thought. He smiled viciously as he saw the fear of death in her eyes. He playfully poked her with the knife, intimidating her, without actually cutting her. And then he held the knife to her throat firmly, just millimetres away from her skin.

"No..please don't" Carol begged for her life, "Please don't kill me, please I won't tell any one..."

He just smiled at her helplessness. He moved the blade closer. She felt the cold metal on her skin.

"Please don't," she begged in a faint voice. She had lost all hope. She closed her eyes. She thought she was going to die.

"It would take less than a second, you know..." he whispered, "...for me to slit this pretty neck."

Carol closed her eyes tighter. And he she felt him withdraw the knife and kiss her neck.

"Wouldn't that be a shame!" he said.

"I'll do as you say," Carol begged, "Please let me live."

"You'll do as I say anyway, sweetheart," he said, "But if you speak about this to anyone..." he touched the blade to her cheek and continued, "You know what will happen."

Carol just shook her head. She was still trembling in fear.

"Good. I will fuck you again and again, for as long as I want you. And you are going to let me. Keep that in mind," he said smiling at her, "Sleep now."

He hit her on the neck sharply with his hand making her suddenly lose consciousness.

When she woke up the next morning, she found herself naked in her own bedroom. Her pussy and ass had stains of his cum. Her body had been thoroughly used. And it was going to happen again. And she had no choice but to let it happen.

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Blue Bull

Our Mid-Morning Tryst
(Neighbors meet over coffee.)

By: indian_exec2000

Author's Note: This story is inspired by a fan who wishes to remain anonymous.

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You are my next door neighbor's niece. You are staying with your aunty for a while, since you are a budding author & you've come to try for a break as a scriptwriter in the TV / Movie industry. You are thirty-something, a bit short & plump with a nice full figure. You're fair & attractive with bright, flashing eyes and long, thick, dark, lustrous hair reaching halfway to your waist. You're married, with one kid whom you have temporarily left with your Mom. You are a bit of a show-off; smart & well dressed. You know you attract men's attention...

I am tall (6'), fair, clean shaven, medium built, distinguished looking, with salt & pepper hair. I am a senior executive in a multinational company. My kids are grown up & studying abroad. We're nodding acquaintances; we've met several times on the staircase & in the building compound, exchanging smiles & pleasantries. You have noticed my admiring glances. I too have noticed your lingering glances at me...

It's mid-morning. Your uncle & aunty have left for work, leaving you alone at home. You've had a late evening out & have no appointments during the day. You wake up late & open the door to fetch the newspaper...

Just then, I step out of my apartment, on my way to the office. As befits a big boss, I usually start late, arriving at my office a couple of hours after my underlings have been slaving their asses off...

"Hi Uncle!" You greet me, inviting me for a cup of coffee. You're wearing a dressing gown, your hair is deliciously tousled & eyes are still a bit sleepy. You look so inviting, I agree...

I wait in the living room while you excuse yourself & disappear in the bedroom. You pop out in a jiffy & I notice that you've simply taken off the dressing gown & are now in your night suit that you slept in. The night suit is made of soft, thin pink knit cotton fabric. The top reaches just below your hips. The matching pink pyjamas reach halfway down your calves. The nightie top is loose, with frilly gathers around the neck that is held closed by a spaghetti string tied into a floppy bow. I can see your breasts moving fluidly inside the loose nightie. My cock stirs inside my trousers as I studiously avoid looking at your breasts.

I follow you into the kitchen & stand resting my ass against the kitchen counter, while you busy yourself making coffee. You listen to me talking on my mobile, first to my driver & then to my secretary, telling them that I would be starting late & instructing her to reschedule my meetings. I can see color rising up your fair neck & then spreading to your cheeks... As you wait for the water to boil, you run your fingers through your long tousled hair, and then reach behind your head to gather them together & attach an alligator clasp at the nape of your neck to hold them in place. Your bosom juts out as your hands work on your hair & I can clearly see your nipples thrust out against the thin, soft fabric of your top, while the hem lifts to reveal your slim, bare midriff & the dark hollow of your navel. You notice me eyeing your breasts & respond with a coquettish toss of your head. You arrange your hair so that they are a dark waterfall flowing over your shoulder & down your front ...

You hand me a steaming mug of coffee & step next to me, standing sideways, resting a hip against the kitchen counter. We're sipping coffee & chatting idly. Soon, I feel your thigh brush against my hip. I ignore this, thinking that it's accidental. Then there it is again, a little firmer... In a while, your thigh is in full contact against mine. Although your talk is still casual & girlish, I can see your eyes start to smolder...

I brush back a lock of hair falling across your forehead & my fingers brush against your skin. We both pretend that nothing is happening & continue with our small talk. Soon, my hand trails down your bare arm & rests lightly on your out-thrust hip. Slowly & imperceptibly it creeps under your nightie top & rests on your bare belly. I start making slow, circular caressing movements on your silky smooth belly. Your breathing has become fast, shallow & erratic. Your hands have started trembling & you put down your mug on the counter, afraid that you might drop it. Your eyes are downcast as my hand reaches behind you & rubs the small of your back...
I'm thoroughly enjoying playing with you as a cat might play with a mouse... I never move closer, nor try to pull you to me. In fact the only contact between us is your thigh pressing against mine and my hand slowly & lightly caressing your belly and your back in turn. My fingers just occasionally brush against the lower slopes of your breasts and sometimes dip into your navel.

Casually & effortlessly, I reach behind you & my fingers push the waistband of your pyjamas down, exposing a round, plump bun. My palm rubs the smooth half round bun & gently fondles it. My hand again travels to your front & my fingers play with the waistband of your pyjamas for long minutes, before slipping in & running through your soft, curly pubic air. You hold your breath in anticipation of what I'll do next, not daring to look up.

I have all the time been aware of the wonderful womanly scent of your unwashed body mingled with the fresh minty smell of toothpaste on your breath & the aroma of hot coffee. Added to these, I can now smell the musk wafting up from your hot, aroused pussy. I know you are ready -- although, mind you, I've not yet touched your breasts or your pussy, nor even kissed you. I want to experience the pleasure of hearing from you how you want to be taken.

I hold your chin in my fingers & raise your downcast face. Shyly, you look at me.

"Honey, tell me what you want next." I whisper, my eyes locked into yours, our faces just inches apart. I feel your thigh rub against mine & your breasts thrust against the soft fabric of your nightie top as you re-tie your hair. I know you you're doing this intentionally to show off your breasts & make me touch them...

I lower your arms, untie the floppy knot of the string at your neck & pull open the neck of your nightie top. As I drag it down, your plump, rounded shoulder is exposed. You hunch your shoulder up, helping me to disengage the nightie top from your elbow. Another little tug and your breast pops out. The skin is fair, satin smooth and shiny with a youthful glow. Your nipple is thick, stubby & stiff; it is surrounded by a dark, almost purple aureole. Although you've already borne a baby, your breast sags only slightly. Your arousal rises another notch as my eyes fasten on your nakedness. My finger tentatively rests against your exposed nipple. You shyly stroke my handmade silk tie, wordlessly urging me to stroke your exposed breast.

"Do you like my tie?" I ask with a smile. You nod with your face downcast, then loosen my tie & open the top two buttons of my crisp white cotton shirt.

My fingers start rolling & pinching your nipple, gently at first and then more firmly. Little moans of pleasure escape your lips and your eyes screw tightly shut as I occasionally pinch them hard. I let go of your nipple and grasp the whole of your plump breast in my hand. I squeeze and knead your resilient young flesh to my heart's content, sending exquisite bolts of pleasure & pain through your shivering body. You throw your arms around my neck and offer your half open lips for me to plunder. I wrap my arms around you & hold you in a tight embrace, flattening your breasts against my chest. My lips cover your open mouth and you eagerly suck my invading tongue. My hips dry hump you, trapping your body against the kitchen counter... When I release you, you are barely able to stand. I pull my tie over my head, put it around your bare throat and pull it tight. Your tresses are trapped under the tie circling your neck. I hold you by the tie and lead you to the living room. You follow meekly, unresisting; I know you're mine to do as I please...

I pull your pyjamas down, leaving them pooled around your feet. You are now naked from the waist down, while your nightie top only partly covers one breast, leaving the rest of your chest & belly bare. You watch through half closed eyes as I quickly remove my shoes, trousers and shorts, freeing my thick, dark, hard cock. The crown is partly unsheathed and looks an angry red, wet & drooling with my juices. With gentle but firm pressure on your shoulder, I make you kneel before me. You're so close to me that as you move down, my hard, wet cock grazes your belly & then your exposed breast, leaving a light trail of precum...

You now kneel before me, your hypnotized eyes focused on my cock. I'm so tall that you have to stretch yourself up to bring your mouth level with my cock. I whisper a hoarse instruction & you pull back my foreskin, fully exposing my shiny red crown. You turn slightly sideways & rub your cheek against my crown, then repeat the same process with the other cheek, making both your cheeks wet & sticky... Finally, finally your lips open and your tongue laps all over my crown. I can't avoid jerking my hips in a fucking motion against your mouth; but today I want to fuck your cunt & so quickly control myself...

I make you lie down on the expensive hand woven silk carpet covering the living room floor. You spread your thighs apart to make place for me. I kneel between your knees & push my hands under your ass and squeeze your buns, lifting your hips up. Your furry cunt lips split open as you further stretch apart your thighs, revealing your drooling wet, pink inner lips. I stand on my knees; my hard throbbing cock juts out proudly. It moves around with a life of its own.

"Baby, do you want this inside your cunt?" I ask lewdly as your mesmerized eyes focus on my cock. Of course, you've been dying to take it in your cunt! You however nod silently; your throat is so dry with excitement, you are unable to vocalize. As I lower my cock towards your pussy I feel your soft hand on my shaft. You guide it into your cunt, hold your cunt lips open with your other hand and raise your hips to welcome it.

As soon as I feel my cock head nestle into the warm embrace of your inner lips, I brace myself on my elbows and with controlled movements of my hips, ease my cock into your hot, profusely oozing cunt.

"Ahhh...!" You sigh with pleasure as you feel my cock stretch your cunt wide open, sending shivers of pleasure radiating outwards. You're very close to climaxing, although I haven't even started yet... I draw my cock back; leaving only the crown embedded & then shove in again into your cunt with a hard, mighty thrust.

"Hmmmph!" You grunt as my thick cock is fully lodged inside and my pubic bone mashes your clitoris. You've not been fucked for a while and this rude invasion of your tender pussy drives you almost over the edge. You wrap your legs around my waist and thrust your hips into my groin. I fall upon your defenseless body, shaking it like a rag doll as I energetically ream your tight, hot cunt with my rampaging cock.

You surrender control over your body & mind to the uncontrollable lust of this Alpha male who is now bent upon taking his pleasure of your young, supple, soft feminine body, rudely probing your innermost recesses with hard, demanding thrusts of his thick cock, not caring for your needs... Strangely enough, you start climaxing hard as soon as you surrender to my will.

"Ahhh... ahh... ahh..." You keep moaning & grunting ecstatically in time with my thrusts as you hit climax after climax. I occasionally stop to regain my breath, lick your lips and squeeze your breasts and then resume my thrusting, until a few minutes later I too climax and pump my hot, thick, creamy semen inside your cunt. I collapse on top of you & bury my face in the fragrant tresses framing your face, regaining my breath.

I lift my weight off of your body, still straddling you on my knees & elbows. Our bodies brush & graze against each other while I lick sweat off your face and my hands caress & fondle your breasts. You eagerly swallow my saliva drooling into your mouth as my tongue duels with yours ...

After enjoying long minutes of post coital bliss, we separate. I get up & sprawl on a sofa chair & watch you lying wantonly naked on the carpet, your thighs apart and your wet, open, sticky cunt obscenely winking at me. There is a big wet stain on the expensive carpet, just under your cunt.

"Clean me up!" I command you, spreading my thighs open. My limp cock is wet & slick with our combined love juices. You get up on your knees & quickly hold your pyjamas at your pussy to wipe & soak up love juices that start to dribble out. You then crawl between my legs and slowly, lovingly lick up all the wet sticky mess that covers my cock, my balls and mats my pubic hair. Your long, loose hair too picks up a bit of the sticky mess. You pull back my foreskin & lick my cock head dry. You fetch a wet towel from the bathroom and give my groin a sponging, followed by dry toweling. You then apply talcum powder to my crotch with your powder puff (the one you usually use on your face). You spy a small drop of residual semen squeezing out of my pee slit and lick that up too. All this attention is causing my cock to start getting hard again, but I reluctantly push you away.

I wait while you iron my crumpled shirt & tie so that I can put them on again. I don't want to change into fresh clothes; I want to smell the scent of your body on my clothes for the rest of the day. Before I turn to leave, you throw your arms around my neck once again & hug me tight, your soft tits mashing flat against my chest. I smell & taste your cunt as well as my own crotch as my tongue probes your mouth & duels with your tongue. I make a mental note to soon taste your cunt directly.

We decide to make the best of your stay with your aunty...

After I leave, you clean up the wet splotch on the carpet as much as possible... You breathe in the smell of our love juices lingering on your body and in your pyjamas, spending long, lazy hours in bed, re-living our intimate moments together...

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